Her name was Kari. And had someone told Neal Winter just two weeks ago that such a fantastic chick would suddenly drop into his life, he would have politely told them where to go.
Yes, there she was, and here he was. Both of them completely satisfied with being exactly where they were.
Kari Mason, just sitting there like the earthly manifestation of Aphrodite, the goddess of love. Her hair was frosty blonde, tumbling down around her shoulders in a gently waved cascade. Her hazel eyes, reflecting a deep blue tonight, were a lilting melody, but held a bit of languor which men describe as bedroom eyes. Her mouth was full and sensual. The warm, deep, reddish pink of those lips was natural. They had no need of make-up. Nor did any of the features of Kari's face.
"Hey, man," Bobby Carter's elbow dug into his ribs, interrupting Neal's thoughts. "Wake up! You wanna toke, or don't ya?"
Neal nodded, taking the half-burned joint from his friend's fingers and raising it to his lips. He sucked deeply, drawing the pungent marijuana smoke into his lungs and holding it there.
"Dynamite stuff, huh?" Bobby chuckled. "Only the second number tonight and I feel like we've smoked the whole lid."
Neal's gaze returned to Kari, who sat cross-legged on the floor directly in front of him, as the group of four couples huddled in a tight circle. "Yeah, dynamite stuff. The best I've ever had."
An amused smile danced at the corners of Kari's mouth as she intercepted his meaning which had absolutely nothing to do with the potency of the weed they smoked. In fact the grass was having little effect on Neal, other than mellowing him and creating a decided yearning for Kari, to be near her, touch her and hold her.
But at the rate things were going, it didn't look like the opportunity would present itself tonight With his mother out of town on a business trip, it had seemed like an excellent idea to invite a few friends over for a small party. Now with Kari so near, yet so far, he wished the three other couples would suddenly evaporate into thin air.
"Anybody want the roach?" one of the other girls questioned as she held up the tiny butt left of the joint they had just completed. When no one answered, she simply popped it into her mouth and chased it with a swig of beer...
"Got one more left," Bobby said as he extract ed another yellow stick from his pocket and lit it "Count me out on this one," Neal waved away the joint.
"Me too," Kari echoed, pushing away from the circle and standing.
"Spoil sports," Bobby smiled, passing the reefer on.
"Just want to soar a little," Neal grinned, "not go exploring the unknown limits of the universe."
But the rest of the group wasn't listening. He glanced up at Kari and shrugged, "How about a drink?"
"A glass of water, or a coke, sounds fine," she grinned.
"Step right this way and 111 see what I can do for you," he waved an arm toward the kitchen door.
Kari nodded and trotted off before him. His eyes homed in on the perky sway of her ass, which strained tightly against the denim cut-off shorts she wore, each cheek threatening to pop out from beneath the frayed edges of the fabric. The shorts were split up the side almost to the waistband, exposing a hell of a lot of sleek, pink thigh. He doubted if there was any room for anything else in those shorts, including panties, which it was apparent Kari was not wearing.
The kitchen door swung closed behind them and Kari swung around to him. Her arms encircled his neck and she pulled herself snugly against him. The firm balls of her big tits rolled over his chest and her mouth covered his. For moments, they just stood there, holding tightly to one another and letting their tongues maneuver around within each other's mouths.
"Mmmmmm," she sighed, easing back a bit. "I've been wanting that all night. Isn't there some way we could get rid of the others?"
"Wouldn't be polite," Neal smiled.
"Too bad," she pouted. "Marijuana makes me feel sexy."
Before he could reply, her mouth was once more planted over his and her tongue was darting into his mouth, twisting and turning and exciting all sorts of arousing thrills.
Grass makes her feel sexy, he mused to himself. I wonder what doesn't?
When Kari, her sister and stepfather had moved into the house next to his last June, Neal had managed one date with her before every guy in town discovered her. After that, two-thirds of the summer passed until Kari was free. Not that Neal was bothered about it that much, since between work and Mary, his steady chick until three weeks ago, his time had been filled.
That first date had been a friendly type thing, as much a welcoming gesture as anything else. When Kari had said "yes" to another one some two months after the first, he had been pleased and somewhat worried. During those two months, Kari had been dated by just about every dude in town, including some of the biggest studs. The reports that had followed were far from promising. Kari was known as an icicle, refusing even a good night kiss on several occasions.
So when Kari had quietly suggested the two of them drive out to the lake and go skinny dipping on their second date, he had smiled, driven to the lake and never believed a word of what she had said. That was until she stepped from his car, quickly peeled off the pant suit she wore, and ran down the beach into the water.
Their swimming had lasted for all of ten minutes before they returned to the grass by the car and made love for the next two hours. Since then Kari hadn't dated another guy, and Neal had fully realized what a totally uninhibited girl this sexy blonde really was.
"Oh, yes," Kari sighed again as they parted. "If we can't get rid of them, do you think there's some place we could slip quietly off to for a bit of privacy?"
"The den," he suggested.
"Sounds great," she hugged him tightly and quickly gave him another kiss. "Don't forget that coke. Besides making me feel sexy, pot dries my throat."
Opening the refrigerator, Neal extracted a bottle of pop, pulled the top and followed her into the den. She was seated on the couch. The floral blouse she wore was no longer buttoned, but tied in a large knot beneath the bulging mounds of her tits. Her eyes sparkled with an impish gleam as she watched him take in the smooth curves of her partially exposed breasts.
"You're something else," he smiled with no attempt to disguise the admiration in his voice. There are times to play it cool, but this wasn't .one of them.
"What something else am I?" she asked coyly, patting the cushion beside her for him to take a seat.
He did, handing her the soft drink. She took a deep drink, but at the same time her palm ran up his thigh in a long, stroking motion. When her hand stopped, her fingers drifted to the crotch of his jeans and rested on the growing bulge there.
"Come on," she smiled, placing the bottle on the coffee table. "You said I was something else, so tell me what I am."
"Perhaps the sexiest, cock-loving girl I've ever run into," he grinned, as he reached out and pulled her to him.
"Is that bad or good?" she questioned.
"Good, very good," he leaned toward her.
Their lips met and their tongues danced, their darting tips teasing for a moment. Then he thrust deeply, driving toward the back of her throat. She moaned softly around the taunting oral digit.
As his provocative tongue swirled over the interior of her mouth inciting all sorts of delightful sensations, she was creating more than a few thrills herself. Her playful hand still rested at is crotch. However, her fingers no longer brushed over that rising length, but rubbed hungrily. The stiff club still concealed in his pants strained painfully against the fabric in an attempt to free itself.
If that zealous hand were not enough to have his balls cart wheeling around in their sacs, her lips and tongue abruptly clamped down around his tongue. Her action was tender and light, but she held his oral digit firmly. He realized she had no intention of giving it up until she was ready.
Then she sucked. Hard and fiercely, she sucked at his tongue, as if she were set on pulling it off at the roots. Her own tongue whipped and twirled around his, while her rubbing hand increased le pressure of its strokes.
The strange intensity of her kiss was far from unpleasant. In fact, it was highly arousing. However, he felt as if he were missing something, as if she were trying to tell him something and he was missing the point.
His hands slid from her back, inching tow; rd the alluring bulges of her tits. Suddenly, in an action that surprised and confused him, her mouth released his tongue and her hand grasped his wrists.
A glowing fire of lust burned deeply wit in those blue eyes as she gazed up at him, "J 1st relax, baby. Tonight, I've got something special for you."
Something special? He didn't understand, but he offered no objections as she eased him back on the sofa. Her fingers began to work the buttons of his shirt free.
Pulling his shirt open to expose his chest, she leaned down and captured one of his pebble-like nipples, licking and sucking. Meanwhile, her hands continued downward. First, the snap to his jeans popped, then there was a metallic hiss as she eased the zipper down its jagged-tooth path.
Her fingers climbed back to his waist and tucked beneath the top of his pants and the elastic band of his jockey shorts. She tugged down a bit, trying to drag them down, but with little success. He lifted his ass from the couch and she pulled again. This time shorts and jeans slid down, bunching around his knees.
He kicked off the sandals he wore and began to work the pants off with his toes. The blonde bombshell sucking at his nipple suddenly slipped her lips from that tingling bit of flesh.
"No, leave them on," she shook her head. "As much as I regret it, we don't have time to make love tonight. It won't be long until one of our stoned friends in there starts wandering through the house. And with you, a quickie just won't do."
She paused, that impish gleam of wickedness flashing back into her eyes. "Would you mind this?"
Her full sensuous lips parted and she let her tongue slip out. Glistening wetly, that pink tip slowly moved over her lips, slickening them.
The mere suggestion of what she had just offered almost caused him to lose the churning load of lust burning in his testicles. Would he mind it! He couldn't wait for it!!!
Head, cocksucking, blowjob, or that fancy word for it he had read in one of those sex manuals smuggled from high school locker to locker-fellatio-he was ready for it. While he had never admitted it to anyone, even to his closest friends when they gathered to discuss the mysteries of sex, it was something he had never had. He had read about it, seen pictures and movies about it, but had never experienced the feel of a female mouth on his prick.
Some of the other guys had bragged about getting sucked off. But on more than one occasion, he had felt that was exactly all there was to their claims, brags! After all, the chicks in this town were almost as hung up about sex as their parents were. Mary and he had dated three months before she agreed to go to bed with him. Even then she had refused to touch him. If they, his friends, had received blowjobs, it had been from a whore during one of their stays in the city, while on a football trip. He had never bought a whore, even to get head. But that didn't mean he hadn't thought about it-thought about it a lot.
Now, without the slightest bit of hinting or urging on his part, this seductive little blonde was offering to go down on him. He didn't know what to say, how to answer her. So instead of words he reached down and pulled her to him once again. Her tongue darted into his mouth, rushing around for a few instants, then withdrawing. His tongue followed hers back into her mouth. She sucked it as she had done before. This time, he understood the hidden promises in that passionate kiss. She burrowed against him; her heavy breasts, still cradled within her blouse, rolled tauntingly over his chest. And her hands were lovingly caressing the throbbing shaft of cock that jutted from his naked crotch.
There was no protest as his hands slid from her back toward her chest this time. And that big knot tied at the front of her blouse was easy to undo, easier than those damn three-hook bras Mary used to wear. Just a bit of a tug and the knot came undone and Kari's breasts were free. He had never known the girl to wear a bra.
Pushing aside the fabric, he palmed the underside of those ripe swells with both his hands. He squeezed and molded their firm heaviness in his hand. His thumbs inched up the sleek slopes of her tits and rubbed over the stiff buttons of her nipples. She moaned with shivering delight, releasing the lusty hold she had on his tongue.
"Just lean back and 111 do the rest," she smiled up at him, her hand lovingly stroking the rigid length of his cock.
He nodded, watching her slide from the sofa and kneel between his spread legs. She poised there a moment, her face turned to his. The moist pinkness of her tongue danced behind her parted lips. The fleshy melons of her tits jutted from her chest, topped by two lust-thickened mushrooms of a warm, coral pink.
Then her blue eyes rolled down to the needy-looking stalk of prick shafting up toward her face. Tenderly her fingers climbed along that length. As her fingertips reached the bulging crown of his glans, they lightly teased over the sensitive surface. An action that set off all sorts of hot sensations in his crotch.
Gripping that desire-laden rod at its base with a fist, she pulled him forward a bit. Her head tilted downward. Her lips parted. Long, pink and moist, her tongue flicked out and tapped at the smooth arrowhead of his engorged prick.
He groaned, loud and long. The feel of her was marvelous and spiced with the anticipation of countless dreams of this moment. Throbbing with a virile life, his cock pulsed and jerked in her hand. A coy smile danced at the corners of her mouth, while a clear, crystal drop of preseminal fluid oozed from the slitted mouth of his sex.
Her eyes moved back to his for a brief moment to make sure he watched her every movement, then dropped back to his prick. Again she eased forward, her tongue extending toward the knobby head of his cock. The tip, just the tip of that tongue, flicked at him, capturing that glistening drop of juice, then curled back into he* mouth.
While he watched with lusty fascination, she savored his taste. Her throat bobbed a little an he realized she had swallowed down that small sample. Again a smugly pleased smile moved over her lips.
When her head tilted down to his cock for the third time, it was for more than just a sample. Her tongue licked out and washed over the aching surface of his glans. She bathed him in the moist warmth of her saliva, leaving that thick, plum-like crown glistening and wet.
Mesmerized by the big-titted blonde kneeling at his feet, his wide-eyed gaze focused on every minute movement of her tongue. He had dreamed and imagined this moment, but even in his wildest dreams it had never been like this-never been this good! So soft! So caressing! Her tongue was marvelous as it slithered down the swollen shaft of his cock, then licked back up his length.
As she topped him, that dexterous oral digit swirled and twirled over the aroused head of his prick once again. Now and then the taunting tip of her tongue probed at the pin-prick mouth of his manhood, as if she were intent on drilling into his love shaft.
When her tongue retreated into her mouth, her lips puckered. She leaned closer and tenderly kissed the throbbing glans of his desire. He moaned, his pelvis jerking with need, as the hot streams of her breath flowed down his cock and mingled through the forest of black hair at the base of his sex.
He felt her lips part and that teasing tongue-tip darting over him again. Wider her mouth opened, then still wider. Downward her lips pouted, slipping over the lust-filled glans, then drifting even lower. Her head stopped when at least a half of his thick column was hidden within her face.
New, fantastic sensations were bombarding his mind and body. Her mouth was so warm and moist, so soft and loving. Yet at the same time, her tongue lashed around and around his pulsating circumference, inciting unbelievable thrills of heated lust. Even if she did nothing else, he knew ft would be only a matter of moments before the steaming cream of his passions burst free from his balls.
But the sexy girl at his feet did more. Long, cool fingers cupped under his scrotum and held the hairy bag of his testicles. Gently she squeezed at him, his balls shooting around in wild delight.
He groaned, then groaned louder. She was sucking at him. Her lips formed a tight, white ring around his cock and she sucked. At the same time, that never-ceasing tongue licked and laved at him. He wanted to move, to ease his prick in and out of her cock-loving face, but he couldn't. It was all he could do just to sit there and hold back the seething fire that consumed his loins.
Her head moved. It was as if she were responding to his unspoken desire. Upward she slid, the wetly shining column of cock easing from her mouth. Higher and higher she rose, her cheeks hollowing deeply as she climbed up his rod. She paused there, perched on his cock's crown for a moment, sucking and pulling at his glans, then she dropped back down.
Up then down, up then down, she ate at him. She sucked and rode his swollen rail of lust. In and out, she filled her face with his throbbing thickness. Out and in, she whipped her tongue around his cock, lashing against him like a moist whip.
The knot of lust at the base of his shaft thickened. It moved, inching upward. He was unsure what to do. He wanted to just sit there, sinking back into the cushions of the sofa, and come in the caressing haven of her mouth. But he wasn't sure if she wanted that, wanted to take the hot gushes of sperm and semen in her mouth.
He did the only thing he could think of. He groaned in the most coherent voice he could manage, "I... I'm... coming."
The decision whether to pull away and allow his come to fountain into the air, or to take his release in her mouth, was now hers.
Without slowing a bit, her head rose up and down and her tongue continued its wonderful licking. He grinned and groaned, savoring the burning ball of lust that worked its way through his cock. Then he came.
Seemingly gallons upon gallons of fiery white cream jetted from the crown of his prick. His body quaked and shuddered with abandoned pleasure as he gratefully emptied himself into her hungry mouth. His cock jerked and twitched, banging around within the interior of her cock-sucking face.
He could see her throat bob and twitch as she swallowed down the thick fountains of his seed. Her nostrils flared delicately and she sucked some more, taking every ounce of sexual juices he had to offer. Then her hand, in a tight, squeezing fist slid up and down the fatness of his cock a couple of times as if she were squeezing out any of the hot cream that might still remain within him.
Satisfied that none did, she slowly slid upward, pulling her face off him. Her eyes, bright with lust, rolled to him, a pleased smile on her lips.
Again he found himself without the words he needed to express the deep fulfillment that warmly suffused his body. Pushing himself to the edge of the sofa, he reached down and tenderly caressed her cheeks, leaning forward and kissing the marvelous blonde with all the gratitude he held
CHAPTER TWO
Bobby Carter and his date were the last to leave the house. Kari and Neal stood in the doorway, arms around each other, waving them goodnight as their car pulled down the block.
"Hey, what time is it getting to be?" Kari suddenly asked.
"Quarter to twelve," Neal answered, glancing at the clock on the living room wall.
"Come on, I've got just enough time to help you get this place picked up before you've got to walk me home," she urged, giving him a quick kiss then turning back into the house. "Don't want your mother coming home to a dirty house do you?"
"She'd expect it," Neal laughed, as he stooped to pick up several beer cans his guests had left on the floor.
"Then if she comes home to a clean one, she'll think I'm a good influence on you," Kari smiled. "Never hurts to have the mother on your side when you're out to get her only son."
"He's done been got!" he answered.
"Don't tell her that," Kari replied. "It might upset the whole apple cart. Mother's don't like to learn their little boys have lost their virginity."
"I don't think my mother's that stupid," Teal answered. "Marta's pretty cool. She knows what's going down most of the time."
"You two are close, aren't you?" Kari asked, as she dropped the last of the empties into the trash can in the kitchen.
"Yeah, I guess we are," Neal nodded thoughtfully. "Ever since my dad was killed in Nam, we've been that way."
"Mitch, my stepfather, and Janice and I are like that," Kari said, taking Neal's hand and walking back to the living room. "This place still smells like grass. Better open some windows and let it air out tonight."
"Will do," he nodded, then suddenly said. "Hey, I forgot to tell you. I got my admission and registration packet from the university today."
"Great!" Kari grinned. "What day do you register?"
"First day," he answered. "You ?"
"Second. That means you can help me through all the hassle," she laughed. "The closer it gets, the more excited I get. Knowing you'll be there too makes it that much nicer."
"Ditto that for me," he smiled, taking her in his arms and kissing her long and gently. "It sounds like a good reason to celebrate to me. Wanna spend the night? Marta won't be home until tomorrow afternoon. I'm sure we could think of something to do until then."
"Are you kidding? You know I would," she smiled. "But as liberal as Mitch is, I don't think he's quite ready for me spending the night with a guy, even one he likes as much as you."
"Can't blame me for trying," he shrugged his shoulders. "I think I'd dig waking up in the morning and finding you snuggled against me."
"I don't think we'd sleep if I spent the night," she replied, pressing herself close, her pelvis swaying seductively against his crotch.
"Be careful, little girl, or you might stir up something you can't handle," he teased.
"I can handle it," she answered with a coy smile. "It's just that I don't have the time at the moment."
"Right," he frowned. "Time to take you home."
"Right," she nodded, slipping her arm through his. "But since it's only next door, we can walk very slowly."
There was a cool breeze outside, lightly stirring the trees. Neal squeezed Kari close, remembering that first night at the lake. It had been a night much like this one. Whether she remembered or not, she returned the hug.
"I don't want to pry, but has your mother ever mentioned any interest in Mitch?" Kari suddenly asked, looking up at him.
"Huh?" Neal glanced down somewhat surprised. "Marta?"
"Why not Marta?" she insisted.
"I don't know. I guess I just never thought of my mother having an interest in another man," Neal replied. "I can't remember her even going out once since my father was killed eight years ago."
"What a Waste!" Kari shook her head. "Your mother is quite an attractive woman."
"Shameless hussy!" Neal chuckled. "Maybe dear ole mom doesn't share your sexual appetites."
"I hope not," Kari laughed. "I don't know how I would react to finding you in bed with your I mother."
Neither of them said anything for a moment or two, as they stopped before Kari's house. Then Kari looked up and added, "But your mother is attractive and I think Mitch thinks so too. I've seen him looking at her on the occasions I've caught them talking over the fence or when they're working in the yards and believe me, those are more than mere friendly glances he's giving."
"Come to think of it," Neal pondered aloud, "Marta has mentioned Mitch several times. And I don't think I've ever heard her talk about any man before. Could be she's interested."
"Wouldn't it be something if they got together," Kari mused, her eyes sparkling even in the dark.
"Sounds like you've been thinking this over for some time and you've got something up your sleeve," Neal lifted her chin with a finger so that she looked him in the face. "Care to share it?"
"Oh, I haven't been thinking about it too long," she smiled. "Just the past week or so."
"And?"
"Well, I thought it might be interesting to have a dinner or something and get them together so that they could really get to know each other," Kari answered.
"Okay. What about tomorrow night?" Neal posed.
"What?" Kari asked, more than a little surprised at his interest.
"You know. Something simple," he continued. "Perhaps I could grill up some hamburgers on the barbecue pit. Maybe some potato salad and some baked beans. It would be easy enough to whip together. And it would be such a casual affair that neither Marta nor Mitch would suspect the ulterior motives of their loving children."
"Right," Kari grinned. "Then after we've eaten, Janice, you and I could slip off and leave them alone for awhile. We could take in a movie or something."
"Sounds good," Neal answered. "But I'll need some help in getting things together tomorrow before I go pick Marta up at the airport."
"One volunteer reporting for duty, sir," she snapped a mock salute. "Who knows, we might be planting the seeds of a romance that could blossom forth and result in a new mother for me and a new father for you."
"That wouldn't be bad at all," he laughed. "I've always wanted a sister. And a sister like you would be something else!"
"Yeah, I could really dig a brother like you," she grinned, slipping her arms around him and pressing very close.
He leaned over a bit, his lips brushing hers, then pressing hard and firm. Her lips opened to him and his tongue darted into the warm sweetness of her mouth. They stood there, clinging to each other for several moments, neither wishing to be the one to break the embrace. However, with a reluctant sigh, Kari eased away from him.
"Mmmmmmmm," she sighed again. "I think that will last me until tomorrow morning. But now I've got to get inside, before Mitch comes out looking for me."
Neal nodded and kissed her again, "Tomorrow I'll see you, let's say about ten or so."
"Ten or so," Kari smiled, planting a light kiss on his cheek, then opening the door and di? appearing inside.
Feeling fantastically good and miserably alone for the first time that night, Neal turned and quickly walked back to his house.
Meanwhile, Kari quietly climbed the stairs toward the room she shared with her sister Janice. All the lights on the lower floor of the house were out. Apparently Mitch and Janice had decided to turn in early tonight, she thought as me tiptoed down the upstairs hall. She was disappointed. She had hoped at least one of them would be awake, watching the late show on television or reading a book. She needed them tonight.
Quietly, she pushed open the door to the bedroom.
A light flashed on. A bed light. Janice, her twenty-year-old, fiery-haired sister sat up in her bed and looked at her.
"Trying to marry our stepfather off to Marta Winter, are you?" Janice asked sternly.
"What?" Kari muttered in confusion and surprise.
"Don't try to act innocent, Kari Mason," Janice pressed. "The bedroom window is open and I overheard every word you two said." "You did?" Kari sputtered. "Yes, I did. And I want you to know that you should be ashamed of yourself," Janice's reprimanding frown suddenly faded and was replaced by a beaming grin. "And I want you to know that I approve wholeheartedly."
Kari quietly shut the door behind her and ran over to her sister's bed, throwing her arms around her neck in a pleased hug. "You do? You I really do?"
"I do," Janice answered, returning the hug. "Ever since mother died, Mitch has been alone. I know we help, but it's not the same thing as having a woman his own age. After all, daughters can't give a father everything."
"Can you think of anything else we could do?" Kari asked. "Neal and I didn't come up with anything fancy."
"No," Janice replied. "It all sounds nice and simple. Just get them together and let whatever happens happen."
"Great!" the younger girl smiled, as she slipped from the bed and walked to the closet to disrobe.
"Tell me about the party tonight. Was it fun?" Janice asked.
"The party could have been better, but . . ." Kari started, then told her sister everything that had happened. Everything! Neither sister kept secrets, especially where it concerned boys. So Kari's description was detailed, complete with all the intimacies of the evening.
The red-headed girl listened. Her breasts, equally as large as those of her younger sister, rose and fell in a heavy rhythm. She fidgeted nervously on the bed, but her attention hung to every word of Kari's recounting of the night. On more than one occasion, she caught her hand creeping up along one of her thighs, drifting under the short hem of the nightie she wore. Her embarrassed glances rose to Kari, but the blonde apparently didn't notice.
"He's quite a guy, Janice," Kari concluded. "I don't think I've ever run into anybody like him.' "He sounds like it," Janice smiled. "You're lucky. Most of the dudes I've met in this town are either out for an easy fuck, or don't have the first idea of what's going on. None know what a girl wants and needs. Perhaps I ought to get to know this Neal Winter."
"Forget it, big sister," Kari twisted around, taking a defiant stance. She was completely naked. The billowy cushions of her tits juggled bit. "Neal's mine and you can keep your hands off him."
"Yes, ma'am," Janice smiled. "But I'd think a loving sister would understand how it is to be in this town. I mean there's nothing but clods here."
"I do understand," Kari smiled, her eyes suddenly gleaming with a sparkling vitality. ' If you've got a problem, you should've said something about it when I came in."
"I'm saying something about it right now," the redhead answered.
Kari didn't answer, but walked to her sister's bed and leaned over. The girls' lips met. It was a light kiss, gentle and loving. They parted after a lingering moment as Kari sank to the side of the bed. When they kissed again, their mouths opened to one another and they embraced as lovers, their tongues taunting and teasing.
An exploring hand rose to the neck of the older girl and tugged at a small bow at the top of her nightie. The strand of ribbon came free. The blonde's fingers drifted lower, slipping four buttons from their holes and opening the scanty negligee.
"Yessss," the older sister hissed in deep arousal as the blonde's palms slid over the slightly pendulous mounds of her breasts. "Yessss, you feel so damn good."
The younger girl cupped the twin cushions in her palms, thrilling at their soft, sleek texture. She squeezed. Her insistent fingers molded the pliant flesh, She kneaded, reveling in the exciting feel of womanly flesh.
Then her head lowered and her lips enclosed one of the dark, reddish-brown nipples that poked up from atop one of the tits she held. Her tongue flicked at the plump nubbin and she sucked.
The older girl felt the hot flames of desire smoldering through her body. Her breasts, which already felt swollen with need, now felt as if they were ready to burst with lust. Her back arched up a bit, feeding more of her aching tit flesh into the blonde's devouring mouth, groaning as Kari accepted the offering.
Janice's hands lovingly caressed her sister's cheeks in genuine gratitude for the attention. she paid to her sensitive breasts. It was possible for her to get off on those breasts alone. But Kari knew that. In fact, though there were two years separating them in age, there was little either of them didn't know about the other.
Their sisterly affection had flowered into sisterly love some four years ago, shortly after their mother's death. At that time their stepfather's job had required him to travel and often the two girls were left to care for themselves for two or three days at a time. It was on one of these occasions they had discovered their sexual attraction for one another, Janice remembered...
Even from the living room, Janice could hear Kari's soft sobs coming from her bedroom. Her sister had come in from an early evening date and had run directly to her room. She had been there for a half hour now, crying all that time. Janice could no longer ignore the sobs. She had hoped Kari would come to her, but if she wouldn't, then she would go to her younger sister.
She found her sitting on the edge of her bed, her eyes red and swollen from her tears. Without questioning, Janice walked to the girl and sat beside her, wrapping her arms around her and holding her tightly.
"Shhhhhhhhhh," she whispered gently. "Everything's going to be all right."
"No it isn't," Kari cried, burying her head in the hollow of her sister's shoulder. "It will never be all right."
"Yes, yes it will," Janice assured her. "Don't cry. Everything will be all right. Is it Don?"
Kari nodded her head, but didn't speak.
"Care to tell me about it?" Janice asked. "Yes ..." Kari answered, her eyes dropping to her lap.
After a long pause, she explained that Don had taken her to his house on their date the night before. His parents were out for the evening, entertaining business clients.
"We made love ..." Kari mumbled. "It was the first time ... I did it because I liked him and he said he felt the same way. But tonight he was mean. He called me his whore and demanded we do it again. Janice, it was terrible! Last night I felt like what we had done was good and right. Tonight he made me feel dirty, like I was a whore!"
Janice held her younger sister closer. She knew exactly what Kari was going through at the moment. Two years before when she had been sixteen, she had undergone a similar experience. Despite the so-called sexual revolution, there were still men who saw women who offered their bodies in love as cheap tramps.
"It'll be all right, baby," Janice whispered. "I know it seems like the end of the world, but it isn't. Really, it isn't."
She had kissed Kari's forehead to comfort her, then her cheeks. Kari responded with grateful kisses of her own. By accident their lips met. There had been that one brief instant of embarrassment, then they kissed again. This time neither veiled the love they held.
Somehow without either one paying much attention to it, they shed their clothes. And then they were on the bed together, their naked young bodies pressed closely and their hands exploring each other's supple curves.
Perhaps it had started as a sympathetic gesture, but it quickly developed into an act of pas ion and lust. Kari felt so good there beside her. Her developing breasts were so firm and lovely. She lovingly caressed the already prominent cones. Her fingers tweaked at the pink-blushed nipples, thrilling as she brought stiff excitement to them.
Following her older sister's lead, Kari returned the caresses. Her hands gentling roved over the ball-like mounds of Janice's breasts. Her thumbs inched up the bulging curves of her sister's tits and rubbed lightly over the stiff buttons of her dark nipples, fattening them with sensual heal Rolling Kari to her back, Janice kissed the soft sloping arc of the younger girl's neck. But she didn't stop there; she kissed downward, her tongue flicking here and there. Her mouth paid close attention to both of those young, swelling breasts.
Writhing with a fire her young lover of the night before had never excited within her body, Kari groaned and moaned. She ached with a consuming need-a need that throbbed in the depths of her young cunt. Her legs spread in an automatic reaction as the red-haired girl's mouth left her breasts and teased downward.
Across the supple smoothness of the blonde's stomach, Janice kissed, pausing briefly to taunt her navel with the tip of her tongue. She dipped lower, then stopped. Something within her overcame the urge to kiss the soft flaxen down covering Kari's sex. As much as she wanted to taste her sister's body, this was not the time.
Instead, her hand gently slid over the rise of Kari's vulva. She stroked softly, glancing up and watching her sister's face. The younger girl's eyes were closed and her head lolled from side to side. Her lips writhed out soft moans of pleasure.
Steadily her stroking palm increased the pressures of its intimate caresses. She squeezed down around the tender, young knoll of Kari's pussy, kneading it as she had kneaded the girl's breasts but minutes before.
"Good," the blonde managed to find her voice. "Oh, Janice, it feels so good!"
Her own body trembling with excitement, the redhead tenderly ran her index finger down into the tremulous groove of her sister's cunt. The flow of womanly juices that welled there matched the wetness she felt rising within her own body.
Deeper she probed, her fingertip finding the scalloped lips of Kari's vagina and dipping between. She wiggled her inquisitive digit a bit, feeling out the satin-textured contours of the girl's pussy-a pussy that had been opened by a male's cock but the night before.
"Ahhhaarrgggaahhh!" her younger sister moaned. It was a moan of pleasure, not pain.
Inward she pushed her finger, sinking to the limits of her knuckles. Then she began to pump. In and out, she worked in penis-imitating fashion.
Kari's hips responded. Slow at first, as if uncertain of herself, but quickly falling into the gentle rhythm of that impaling digit. Up and down her pelvis moved. Then faster and faster.
The swirling heat awakened within her body the night before was suddenly there again. Only this time it was stronger, more demanding. She groaned and humped into the hand on her cunt. She fucked-fucked herself on her sister's finger.
Unlike the night before, she came. Her whole body quaked and trembled as she received her first taste of the ultimate of pleasures.
Then Kari had proved she was just as willing to take the role of the aggressor, Janice recalled, shivering as she remembered the first time her sister had touched the needy swell of her cunt.
But at the moment, she was more interested in the feminine mouth that pressed firmly against that same wanton knoll-the mouth of her sister.
Kari had tossed back the sheet which had partially covered her and eased her legs apart. The younger girl now knelt between that wide, inviting spread, her hands resting against the interior of Janice's thighs and her tongue teasing its way through the thick, triangular patch of red moss covering her sister's cunt.
That exploring tongue-tip taunted at the slitted mouth of Janice's pussy; it flicked back and forth, warm and moist. But it did not dip into the aching interior of her cunt. She groaned and thrashed about on the bed, her naked ass hissing over the sheet beneath.
Up and down Kari teased, delighting in the growing anticipation that mounted in her older sister's body. She waited until the girl's hips jerked up and down in a demanding motion before she probed deeper with her oral digit. But even then, she didn't thrust her tongue into the heated channel of the redhead's cunt as the girl wanted.
Instead, she ran her laving tongue upward along the deep crease of her sister's sex. She found and tapped at the swelling nubbin of Janice's clitoris, cajoling it out from beneath its thin sheath of skin. When the growing bud of passion poked upward, her tongue curled around it in arousing excitement.
Fire lashed through the redhead's loins. She cried out as waves on mounting waves of desire rippled through her. Her hands clawed at the bed. Her pelvis arched up, throbbing with the intensity of her need.
"Please!" she pleaded. "Oh, god! Please!"
Kari obliged her sister's needs. Abandoning the sexually glowing button of Janice's clit, she languidly ran her tongue down the cleft of the girl's loins and in one hard thrust drove her tongue deeply into the hot pocket of her cunt.
Janice was jolted by high voltage sexual electricity. Every cell in her body sizzled with excitement. Reaching down, she gripped the back of Kari's neck and shoved her face hard against her cunt.
Licking and lapping around in the throbbing channel of Janice's cunt, Kari ate at her. A flood of womanly juices flowed within her sister's quim. She sucked and drank them down, then threw her tongue back into the pussy she so busily tended.
The throbbing within the redhead's thighs pounded now, like some gigantic drum. In and out Kari's tongue lashed. Harder and harder that ever increasing drum beat. Sensations swirled and churned, melting into one another. Higher and higher she raced, until at last ecstasy burst through her.
Thoughtfully, Kari maintained a slow, stroking rhythm with her oral digit while Janice came, giving her the full pleasure of her release. And when the older girl at last settled back to earth, Kari planted one long, hard kiss on her cunt, then eased back up beside her.
"My turn," she whispered into her sister's ear. "I need you. And I need you now!"
Janice's deep green eyes fluttered open and a smile moved across her lips. Without a word, the older girl's hand slid down between the silken sleekness of her sister's thighs. Her fingers taunted over the bulging rise of the blonde's womanhood.
"Is this what you want, sister?" Janice whispered.
"Yes," Kari nodded as her sister's teasing fingers slid between the lips of her labia.
"Liar!" Janice answered in mock anger. "What you want stuffed up this tight little pussy is cock-Neal Winter's cock! Isn't it?"
"No," Kari lied. "I want you. I want my sister."
"You're still lying through your teeth, you little bitch," Janice laughed. "But I'm exactly what you're going to get. First one finger, then two, then three ... then I'm going to cram my whole fist up your cock-loving cunt!"
Kari groaned as that first finger thrust up into the waiting hole of her desire. She quivered with decided relish as she felt that second finger tickling through her pubic hairs.
Then both the girls froze. The door to the bedroom swung inward and their stepfather stood there staring at them.
CHAPTER THREE
The lovely faces of his two stepdaughters stared up at Mitch Mason with bewilderment. Except for the heaving of their opulently large breasts, neither of the girls moved. Their eyes were wide with surprise and a touch of lust.
"Your whole fist? Janice, I wouldn't do that," he smiled. "It would be such a waste to stretch such a tight little snatch."
There was a wet, sucking sound as Janice slowly dragged her finger from Kari's quim. The blonde moaned softly, which brought a grin to the face of the man standing there in his house robe.
"Didn't anyone ever teach you to knock before entering a lady's room?" Janice chided her stepfather with a reprimanding scowl.
"I did, but you two were too involved to hear," he nodded. "Besides, since when did either one of you become ladies?"
"Oh! Listen to that would you," Janice laughed.
"Dirty old man," Kari smiled. "He's probably been out there peeking through the keyhole to get his kicks."
"Didn't have to," Mitch grinned. "You two were making enough noise to wake up the whole town. All I was trying to do was get some sleep. Other men complain about money worries keeping them awake all night. Me, I've got two oversexed daughters!"
Both Janice and Kari ignored him.
"He does look like a dirty old man," Janice replied to her sister. "I bet he was out there diddling himself while he watched."
"It seems like such a waste too," her younger sister nodded. "Especially when two ladies are in obvious distress."
"I don't think we should allow him to get away with that," Janice grinned.
"Hey, wait a minute you two," Mitch shook his head. "I was serious about trying to get some sleep."
"Neither do I," Kari continued to ignore her stepfather. "Since he's here, don't you think we ought to put him to use?"
"Most definitely," Janice suddenly twisted and threw her long, sleek, naked legs over the edge of the bed, giving her stepfather a brief glimpse of the still moist cleft of her young cunt. "That's if he's still capable of getting it up. You know what they say about older men."
Kari crawled forward, joining her sister. Her movements set off a tantalizing juggle of tit flesh. The two girls rose from the bed together, their eyes afire like those of predatory felines.
"Now, just hold on," Mitch held out his arms to keep them at bay.
The girls moved closer. Both were in a half crouch, their arms spread wide, ready to grab at him if he should suddenly turn for the door.
As if any man could refuse either of them. Just standing there, gazing on their supple nakedness, he felt lustful excitement coursing through his loins. There was a youthful playfulness about his stepdaughters that would have brought life to any old man. Not that he was that old. His fortieth birthday still lay nine months in the future.
He admitted he couldn't pass for twenty any more, but on the other hand he didn't look a day over thirty.
His dark eyes darted to Janice who edged toward the door, reached out and pushed it closed.
"Okay, father dear, I suggest you just relax and enjoy it," she smiled, a wicked gleam flashing in her green eyes.
What man wouldn't enjoy it with you? he thought to himself, his eyes roving over the delightful attributes his oldest stepdaughter so obviously possessed. Like her mother, Janice was tall, five-foot-ten. She would never have the figure of a model, but there wasn't an extra ounce of fat on any of her lithe limbs. The red hair and oval-shaped beauty of her face had also been inherited from her mother.
His eyes wandered to the gently swaying globes of the redhead's tits. They were definitely the type of breasts a man wanted to get his hands on and lose himself in. Her nipples, like dark cherries, stood stiffly at the crest of each of the slightly pendulous mounds. Her stomach was flat and sleek, accentuated by a deep, sensual navel. The womanly flare of her hips led his gaze on a momentary detour down her supple thighs and shapely calves. Janice's legs were a little bit of heaven on earth for a leg man. Long and smooth, they led his eyes back up to the triangular patch of auburn fleece bushed over the plump knoll of her cunt. Like small gems, droplets of moisture glistened among the strands of that soft down.
"You give the count," Kari said to her sister.
Mitch's gaze turned to the younger girl. To say which of the two was the more beautiful would have been a task equal to Paris' judgment of the goddesses. Like Janice, Kari's tits were big, like swollen ripe melons just right for the picking. Proud and firm, they jutted from her chest with their slightly uptilted nipples stabbing into the air. There wasn't a trace of sag in those two magnificent cushions of flesh.
While an inch or two shorter than Janice, Kari was still blessed with the same supple figure and grace. If anything she seemed more compact which emphasized the sensual thrust of her hips and the protruding rise of her yellow-fleeced vulva.
Both the girls, despite their youth, were women-all women!
"On three, grab him!" Janice nodded, waving her sister in closer.
"Wait a minute!" Mitch protested.
It was a feigned protest. He had no objections at all to what was about to happen. But if these two sexy nymphs wanted to play, he was more than willing to go along with their game.
"One . . ." the redhead began to count, ". . . two... three!"
They both jumped at the same time, covering their stepfather in very naked and very eager woman flesh. Amid their quickly moving hands, he felt the belt to his robe tug free. Their hands were all over him at once, caressing, taunting, teasing and exploring every inch of his body.
His robe slipped from his shoulders and down his arms, falling to the floor in one instant. In the next, he was on the floor, lying flat on his back. A blur of flying blonde hair flashed over his head and Karl was suddenly in his arms, her mouth covering his.
Her tongue flicked at his lips, taunting them to open. And when they did, that engrossing oral probe whipped into his mouth. With amazing dexterity, her tongue laved around his and licked at the roof of his mouth. Then she thrust inward, forcing his jaws as wide as possible and driving her tongue toward his throat.
She burrowed against him. Her massive breasts mashed and rolled into the naked flesh of his chest. The stiff coral buttons topping those silk-covered cushions stabbed at him as if they were trying to dig small holes in his skin.
His arms encircled her back, dragging her tightly against him. Then his hands began to rove. Down over the soft slope of her back he moved, reaching down and cupping the fleshy cheeks of her ass. Despite the mouthful of tongue she fed him, she moaned softly as his fingers squeezed into her rear mounds.
She felt good. It was a fact he had discovered two years ago when Janice and this enticing blonde had first climbed into his bed. Since then he had never grown tired of that feel. Not that she ever seemed to grow tired of his hands on her delectable young body.
Again he kneaded into the perky half-moons of her buttocks, delighting in the whimpering moan of pleasure he brought from the girl's throat. A moan that increased twofold as he tickled a playful finger along the deep crease of her ass.
She squirmed atop him, rolling those marvelous tits into his chest and throwing that inciting tongue to the back of his mouth. Her hands lovingly cradled his face, as her fingers waved through the black strands of his hair.
Then it was his turn to moan. Somewhere below them, Janice had found the object of her attention-his prick. Her fingertips, cool and light, teased along the thickening hose of his manhood. Warm swirls of lust licked through his groin, centering in his testicles. Up and down in soft, taunting strokes her fingers drifted, creating a pulsing life that jerked and throbbed within his cock. Between Kari's passionate embrace and Janice's cajoling fingers it was only a moment or two until he stood rigid, like a lustful pole.
The blonde girl's lips slowly eased from his. Her eyes fluttered open, revealing an incandescent gleam of lust within that hungry gaze. Pushing up on her arms she edged forward, hovering above his head. Her mammoth breasts dangled down to him, no longer bulging balls but elongated cones of sleek flesh. The aureoles surrounding her nipples were strained wide, almost shining with their tautness.
"Your mouth," she smiled. "Suck them."
Responding to her wishes, he opened his mouth. She dipped a bit. One of the pink, rose-coned breasts dropped, homing in on his face His lips closed around the succulent morsel of woman flesh. The tip of his tongue tapped out, taunting the rubbery bud. Above him his younger stepdaughter sighed gratefully.
Sliding his palms back up the curved arch of her spine, he ran his hands around her sides and palmed the bulging contours of the girl's breasts. Tenderly, but with enough firmness to make sure she knew he was there, he caressed the twin mounds while his mouth sucked and ate at them to his heart's content.
Meanwhile, another mouth went into action. The young red-headed woman kneeling between his spread thighs pushed her shoulder-length hair back from her face and moved in on the rigid shaft of cock bobbing from his loins. Without so much as a preliminary lick or nibble, her mouth opened wide and she took at least half of his thick length into her face.
"God!" he groaned around the mouthful of luscious tit he occupied, as her mouth attacked his dick.
There was nothing taunting or teasing about the mouth impaling itself on his rod. That tongue and those lips were purely predatory. She was eating him and she wanted him to know it. Like a tight ring of elastic, her lips gripped his pulsing column of man meat. Up and down her head jerked, fucking her face on his lust wand.
Her tongue whipped and lashed at his desire-swollen circumference. She laved and licked at him. Wet and warm, she bathed the engorged crown of his glans, then circled her oral digit around him as she dropped back down on him.
The sensations his two stepdaughters ignited in his body were fantastic. Kari's tits, so damn squeezable and suckable, filled his mouth and hands, while Janice busied herself and him with an expert display of cocksucking. Every cell in his body was alive-alive with the presence of these two sexy girls.
Suddenly the young woman so delightfully attached to his prick stopped the rapid up-down plunges of her face. With every bit of strength she had, she sucked at him. Slowly, a fraction of an inch by a fraction of an inch, she pulled her mouth from him. Her tongue licked and washed over his cock as she pulled free. He groaned as that marvelous mouth unsheathed his aching length.
A loud slap of bare flesh on bare flesh resounded through the room.
"Ouch!" Kari cried out, jerking upward and popping her breast from his mouth with a vet, smacking sound. "Why'd you do that?"
Janice smiled at her sister who was rubbing a glowing pink spot on her naked ass where her sister's hand had just swatted. "Move it, baby sister! A very serious matter has arisen and needs to be attended to immediately."
The blonde girl's eyes darted to the thick shaft of cock jutting from her stepfather's groin and smiled. She scooted back so that Mitch could see what was about to happen.
Her slightly swaying tits bobbed and jiggled as the redhead crawled up, posing above his crotch. Her strong legs squeezed on either side of him, feeling warm and demanding. A wide grin of delight and lust danced on her lips.
Hovering there above him, she reached down and took a man-sized hold on the fleshy spike of his sex. She squeezed down tightly on the saliva-glistening prod. He groaned beneath the mixture of pain and pleasure that raced through his loins.
Her other hand disappeared behind her. He felt the pleasant tickling at his scrotum, then the cool palm that cupped his testicles. Her grin widened and that sexy light of desire flamed in her yes. For a few, almost soothing moments, she posed there, stroking his shaft and caressing the heavy rocks of his balls.
Suddenly, she jerked his prick upright so that it stood perpendicular to his groin, poling straight up into the air. "Now, I'm going to fuck you, daddy dear. I'm going to sit down on this marvelous cock and ride the hell out of you!"
Before he could comment or even nod his approval, she pushed up a little and inched over the jutting lance of his sex. The silk-fringed slit of her cunt hung there above him, its lips slightly pouting with arousal. Then she began to lower herself. The desire-swollen crown of his cock nuzzled through the soft auburn foliage growing in a neat triangle over her love mound. The turgid glans touched the moist, excited lips of her vulva in the most intimate of contacts.
High voltage current surged through their bodies. His pelvis jerked up. Her quivering knees gave way and she fell. They met in a loud, wet slap. His total length skewered up into the warm, clingy confines of her tight, young pussy. Groaning out the impaling pleasure of their union, her cunt clamped down around his meaty stalk, squeezing him with its caressing folds.
She was liquid fire around him. His prick jerked and twitched, but she held him securely in the enveloping sheath of her body. He moaned as that man-pleasing pussy contracted around him, as if feeling out the proportions of his swollen prong.
"Damn!" she moaned. "You always feel so damn big this way. It feels like you're halfway up my belly."
His hips jerked a bit, drilling deeper into the heated channel that sleeved him. His red-headed stepdaughter moaned again as she accepted all the hot cock he could feed her. She swayed a little. Her undulating hips rocked him back and forth within the loving shelter of her pussy. She squeezed down again, feeling so damn tight- virgin tight.
She squirmed around some more, as if settling down or gathering a firm position. Then she slowly pushed up, using her knees and thighs for leverage. Those moist folds of her cunt still gripping his cock, she rose. Languorously, she climbed the throbbing rail of his sex. Stopping at the top of her rise, she paused for a moment or two with only the plump head of his prick nestled in the mouth of her belly.
Then she lowered herself once again. Downward she slid, swallowing up the unyielding stalk of sex. She filled her body with him, filled the wanton hole of her cunt with her stepfather's cock.
He did feel big inside her. He packed every inch of her vagina with long, hard, virile cock and she loved every throbbing inch of him. When she tightened herself around him, she could feel each and every excited pulsation of his rigid presence. And with each of those lusty pulses her own needs flared and leaped.
He lost himself within her, soaking up the luxurious feel of her young body. His hands slowly stroked the silken flesh of her thighs as she rose and descended on his cock. There was nothing rushed or hurried about her movements. Her every action was designed to provide him with pleasure and allow her to savor the imposing mass of prick that crammed in and out of her body.
As it was, he was so engaged in the pleasure of his older stepdaughter that he was completely unaware of his younger stepdaughter, until he felt the soft interior of her thighs brush against his shoulders. His eyes opened and he stared up into the moist lips of a flaxen-fringed cunt. The very womanly slit trembled slightly as he blew a soft stream of warm breath over them.
Without so much as a word from the blonde straddling his head and shoulder, his lips pursed and he lovingly kissed the quivering mouth of her sex. The young girl moaned, her whole body quaking with arousal. She wiggled a bit, bringing the inviting gash of her pussy closer to his face.
His tongue curled out from his mouth and ran along the pink slash, tasting the flow of womanly juices that welled there. He smacked his lips loudly so that she could hear as well as feel him.
Probing between the plump lips of her outer labia, he reamed his tongue-tip up to the top of the mouth of her sex. There, already swollen and extended with desire, was her clit. Tenderly he touched the nubbin of hypersensitive flesh. Tremors of fervent pleasure raced through his younger stepdaughter; her moans of delight filtered down to his ears.
Running his tongue back, he thrust it upward, spearing into the humid socket of her pussy. Again she moaned; her hips rocked from side to side. Thick, oozing juices filled her quim. There was little he could do until he sucked them away, swallowed and once more pushed his oral digit back into her cunt.
Then, like a small penis, he reamed his tongue in and out of her body. He licked and laved, whipping his oral probe around in the tremulous folds of her lust. He ate her as she had eaten her sister just moments ago, before he had entered the girls' room.
Simultaneously the blonde's sister had increased the ride on his cock. Almost in a wild frenzy she moved now, fucking herself on his unbending prick. Up and down her legs pushed. In and out she accepted the swollen bulk of his sex.
His own hips, despite their confined position, hunched up with each swallowing drop of her cunt. He slammed into her hot hole of lust. He shafted full cock into her cunt. His balls were no longer simmering rocks of need, but boiling volcanoes of desire.
Matching the rhythm of Janice's and his strokes, he licked and thrusted into Kari's pussy. Hard and deep he drove his tongue into the flowering interior of her sex. He whipped and lashed at her, working her senses toward their ultimate climax.
The young blonde quaked above him as the consuming sensations of his pussy-pleasing tongue raced through her body. She sat on his face now, burying his mouth in the lips of her cunt. She groaned and whimpered with burning lust with each movement of his oral digit.
Slipping a hand from the redhead's thighs his exploring fingers weaved through the soft curls of her cunt hair. Without the least bit of difficulty, he located the aching button of her clit. He rolled it, teased it and fondled it.
That extra bit of attention was all the young girl needed. She came. Her whole body wracked by the soul-scattering blasts of her release she came.
Somehow, amid her throes of ecstasy, she managed to unseat herself from his face, once lore turning her stepfather back over to the full attention of her older sister.
Janice hunched and fucked him. His cock felt like a burning firebrand within the encompassing sheath of her cunt. Up and down she rode his blood-filled spike of sex. Down and up she took the adamant length of his cock.
His own hips jerked and bucked, driving the imposing pike of flesh into the opened gash of her body. He drilled into her, trying to throw himself against the ring of her cervix. Harder and harder they worked, each matching the soaring rhythm of the other.
She came, her body trembling and quaking as she abandoned herself to the consuming flames of lust that devoured her. Unable to retain her balance, she collapsed atop him. She groaned, not in pain, but in pleasure.
As the contracting folds of her tight cunt milked at him, his own lust broke through the barriers of restraint. Hot and thick the flood of sperm and semen blasted up from his loins. He spurted into her, filling his stepdaughter with the steaming cream of his lust.
His balls churned and ached as they emptied themselves into her. Again and again he fountained the jetting fluids of his desire, until the opalescent seed oozed and seeped from her brimming pussy.
Holding each other close, stepdaughter and stepfather lay there, savoring the abating sensations of their shared release. The only sounds in the room were the grateful sighs of three satisfied individuals.
CHAPTER FOUR
The doorbell rang. Neal glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall. 10 a.m. "Kari?" he called out.
"Who else were you expecting?" the young blonde answered him.
"The screen door is opened. Come on in," he replied.
He heard the door open and close. Kari came trotting into the kitchen wearing jeans and a work shirt. She held up an apron. "I brought this along. Don't want to pick your mother up at the airport with potato salad and baked beans splattered all over me."
"Great," he smiled, moving before her and giving the girl a kiss. "I've already got the potato salad started. What did your father and sister say about tonight ?"
"Both of them will be here," she nodded. "Mitch doesn't expect a thing, but I'm afraid Janice overheard our plans last night."
"She did!" his eyes widened. "What did she think?"
"Just like us," Kari grinned. "Seems she thinks Mitch ought to start looking around for another wife too."
He chuckled, "Now if Marta and Mitch will take the hint."
"We can only let nature take its course," she answered. "Now what do you want me to do?"
"Start on the beans," he pointed to an area of a counter laid out especially for her. "As soon as we finish up, I'll buy you a coke ... that is if our guests left any last night."
With another quick kiss, both of them turned to their assigned tasks, idly speculating the outcome of tonight's dinner. Within a half hour, the preparations completed, Neal opened the refrigerator and extracted the promised soft drinks.
"Here's your well-earned reward," He handed one of the bottles to Kari.
"Some reward," she pouted. "If I give you a second chance, do you think you could come up with something better?"
"Let's go into the living room and give me time to think that one over," he answered.
"Best not think too long," she nodded, with a suggestive glance at the crotch of his jeans.
As they moved into the living room, Kari walked to the front door and closed it, then drew the draperies. "There. Nice and cozy."
"Now quiet," Neal answered from the couch. "But as soon as you're next to me, we'll see about making it cozy."
"Was that a proposition?" she slowly walked toward him, her hips wagging in an exaggerated fashion. Her pink tongue flicked from her mouth and slowly ringed the mouth of the bottle she held in a very suggestive reminder of the night before.
"Did you want it to be?" he grinned, knowing damn well that she did.
"It all depends," she smiled, sinking beside him on the sofa.
"Depends?" he asked. "On what?"
"On what you've got in mind," she answered.
"My, my, aren't we in a bitchy mood today?" He shook his head.
"Bitch ..." she rolled the word around in her mouth. "That's exactly what I am today, a bitch."
"My bitch," he grinned, reaching out and pulling her to him.
They kissed, long and hard. Their tongues taunted and teased, stirring the beginnings of lust within them.
"And I know just how to handle a little bitch," he whispered as their mouths parted.
"Hmmmmm?" she replied.
"I'll take her just the way a dog takes a bitch," he answered, one of his hands creeping over her ass and easing between her legs. "From behind-mounted from behind is the only way a bitch likes it."
She shivered, despite an attempt to contain her excitement. "Tell me more."
"I'd rather show you," he answered, his land squeezing the knoll of her cunt beneath the fabric of her jeans.
Again the sexy little blonde shivered, burrowing against him. Her head tilted up and her lips parted. His own mouth covered those full, sensuous lips. His tongue darted in after her tongue, finding it and laving around the trembling oral digit.
When they parted again, both his hands caressed the firm cheeks of her ass. "Get your clothes off, bitch. I want to see you naked and on your knees."
"Yes, sir!" she snapped, her eyes blazing with arousal.
With that same alacrity, she pushed away from the sofa and stood before him, as a slave might stand before a sultan considering his purchase. Her fingers rose to the neck of her blouse and quickly worked the first button free. His eyes followed the dipping patch of pink skin exposed as the front of her work shirt slowly opened.
The last button undone, she wiggled her shoulders a bit and let the shirt slide from her body and drop to the floor behind her. The massive globes of her breasts spilled exuberantly into freedom, quivering and bobbing with excitement; his eyes perused the comely opulence of their size. Her own eyes were on his, watching him watch her. A pleased smile raised the corners of her mouth, knowing the pleasure he received just looking at her body.
Her fingers next moved to the single snap on her jeans and its zipper. Quickly working both open, her hands tucked beneath the top of her pants. Kicking away the white sandals she wore, she shimmied the jeans over the flare of her hips and down her long, shapely legs, then stepped from them.
She wore panties today, white ones made from a thin mesh of nylon, which did little to veil the soft down of her cunt. The see-through, bikini-style briefs only set her admirer's balls to do all sorts of wild gymnastics.
Easily she skinned her last piece of clothing from her body and stood before him, posing this way and that so he could glimpse every portion of her bare flesh. There was no hint of shame in her actions. She was good-looking and proud of her body. That the boy seated on the couch before her enjoyed her nakedness only made it that much better.
"Beautiful," he said, his gaze drifting up from the downy, triangular fleece of her pussy to her eyes. "You really are beautiful, did you know that? It's still hard to believe that I'm the dude you chose."
"You're a good fuck," she grinned.
There was more to it than that, but he didn't mind her answer. After all, he thought, how many men in this world have their women tell them they're a good fuck. Damn few, I bet.
"Sort of thought you dug it," he answerer. "If not, you had to be a glutton for punishment."
"A glutton for you," she grinned. As he rose from the couch, his arms opened for her.
She side-stepped his hands and shook her head, "Not until you get rid of those clothes."
"Yes, ma'am," he smiled, pulling the tee shirt he wore over his head and tossing it to the sofa.
Imitating her own strip, he slowly worked I his jeans down, then pulled off his jockey shorts. When he had first undressed in front of this provocative blonde, he hadn't been sure that a girl could get off on seeing a man in the buff. It took only that one time for him to learn that this one could.
As his eyes rose back to her, he found her gaze focused on the rising length of cock dangling from his crotch. Her massive breasts heaved and quivered with arousal as she looked at him.
"Kiss it," he whispered, unsure whether or not she would repeat the pleasure she had giver him last night.
Without so much as batting an eye, the titsy blonde dropped to her knees before him. Without a soft touch or a cajoling lick, she opened her mouth and gobbled up the hose-like snake of his sex.
He groaned. Her eager approach was unexpected, which made it all that much more exciting.
She chewed at him a bit, then sucked, her cheeks hollowed deeply under the intensity of her suction. She licked and lapped. She kissed and caressed. And when she pulled her face from him, his cock stood hard and rigid, glistening with the wetness of her mouth.
"You've got a bitch on your hands, remember," she answered the confusion in his eyes.
He smiled, "And you've just got a taste of what I'm going to give you."
"Mmmmmm," she crooned, dropping to her hands and knees.
She scurried around. The rosy cheeks of her ass wagged up at him. An invitation for him to begin the dog-style fuck he had promised. It was an invitation that couldn't be refused.
Kneeling behind her upturned buttocks, he gently caressed the dual cushions of flesh. Waves of goose flesh shimmered up and down her bare spine. She moaned softly, wiggling back and pressing her ass into his palms. He squeezed, kneading the alluring pads of her bottom, an action that brought more goose flesh and moans of growing arousal from the young blonde.
Spreading her thighs, he slipped his right hand between her legs and cupped the mossy rise of her cunt. He rubbed over the furry mound of her sex, squeezing teasingly now and then. Again she crooned softly, indicating she had no objections to the sensuous massage.
His next move was decidedly more intimate. He tickled his index finger up into the core of her mounting desire. She was wet and hot inside, her natural lubricants flowed like a syrupy river. There was little need for the usual foreplay. Apparently her cocksucking had gotten to her as much as it had him. He liked that. It meant that a woman did get something out of giving head to a man. He wondered what her reaction would be to his mouth on her cunt. He made a mental not to give it a try as soon as the opportunity presented itself.
But right now, he had promised to take her dog-fashion and that was exactly what he intended to do.
Wiggling his entrenched digit around in the tight confines of her pussy a couple of more times, he slowly pulled out. She groaned with obvious disappointment as he evacuated her cunt But the feeling lasted only a second!
Edging closely behind her, he gripped his cock and directed its turgid head to the upturned slit of her sex. Throbbing and twitching with his needy stiffness, he positioned himself there, poised before the scalloped inner lips of her pussy.
His hips jerked forward and he slammed every inch of his prick into the tight heat of her body, "Ahhhhhhh!" she moaned out long and loud Her whole body quaked as she accepted the thick rod he fed into her belly. He was big at least as big as her stepfather. He filled her with his fatness, straining the gripping walls of her vagina. He wasn't as deep as when he was or top of her, or vice versa, but that knobby crow of his prick was touching places he had never touched before. And those places were whipping up delicious thrills that swirled and pulsed in her thighs.
He didn't move at first but simply knelt there, his cock burrowed securely in the haven of her body. There was no way to deny he dug the hell out of her mouth. But this was where he belonged. This was made for him. Hot and wet, she clung to his shaft, bathing him in the liquid warmth of her pussy. She felt marvelous, sleeved so tightly around his aching prick. And even more, she knew she felt good to him. Unlike the two other girls who had shared their bodies with him before Kari entered his life, there was no hint of shame in their love-making. This dynamite blonde dug sex and enjoyed pleasing him. That her body gave him pleasure only increased her own.
It wasn't a one-way street. She dug him and made no attempt to hide that fact. Because of that, each time he entered her was a new experience. Each time they made love, he sought new ways to provide her pleasure. In pleasing her, he pleased himself.
"Fuck me," she moaned back at him. "I'm your bitch. Fuck me!"
Taking hold of her ass cheeks once again, he slowly drew his cock from her. He paused as the swollen head of his glans threatened to slip from her, then shafted back inside the quivering mouth of her cunt. His pelvis slammed into her buttocks.
"Yes," she sighed. "Yes, that's it."
Again he dragged his swollen rod back and plunged back into the tight crevice of her cunt, this time with so much force that he jarred her, nearly causing her to lose her balance. But she didn't complain. Instead, on his next thrust, her ass jerked back to meet him.
Her moans came constantly now, almost whimpering cries of pleasure. Her head hung from her shoulder, lolling from side to side. Her eyes were closed as she focused every ounce of her attention on that fat stalk of man meat pumping in and out of her desire-burning quim. She squeezed down with all her strength as that powerful piston of delight eased out of her channel of lust. Then, as he paused at the top of his stroke, she relaxed, opening the way for him.
Hard and deep he plowed into the spongy interior of her cunt. The elongated cones of he tits swayed like fleshy pendulums from her chest, moved by the force of his reaming thrusts He jerked outward, only to throw his cock back into the heated socket of her cunt.
Harder and harder, he poled into her �pen body. Releasing the holds on her ass, he leaned on her back, reaching around and capturing the swinging cones of her breasts in his palms She groaned deeply under the unexpected feel of his hands.
Lying there atop the kneeling girl, he taunted her neck and shoulders with a series of light nips and soothing kisses. Meanwhile his fingers kneaded into the pliant flesh of her tits. Squeezing and molding the dangling cones, his fingers scissored around the fat, extended nipples and tweaked. She groaned again as she was stirred by the strange mixture of pain and pleasure.
Back and forth in counter-tempo their hips rocked. As he shafted inward, she thrusted up to meet him. As he eased back, she slid from him, allowing his cock to drive back into her pussy. Again and again, he knifed into her body, only to find that she was ready and willing to accept him no matter how hard or how deep he burrowed into her steaming recesses.
Relinquishing one of her tits, she slid a land down over her quivering belly and dipped a finger into the gash of her pussy. He no more than nudged the fattened nubbin of her clit and she went wild.
She bucked and hunched, completely abandoning herself to the demanding needs of her lust. Back and forth she rocked, fucking herself on him as much as he fucked her. She grunted and groaned as she received his offering of stiff, hot prick time on time again.
Responding to her fiery wants and the consuming flames of his own loins, his pelvis leaped to the task. In and out he rammed her cunt, pistoning like some berserk jack hammer, while at the same time he fondled the super-sensitive bud of pleasure there at his fingertip.
Higher and higher they rose. Harder and harder their bodies worked, striving to get and take as much pleasure from their union as possible.
When she came, it was in quaking violence, her groaning more of a grateful cry of release. Wave after wave of pounding ecstasy was unleashed within her body. She was completely lost in the contractions and expansions of a universe of sensual delights.
Slamming himself forward, he entrenched the aching stalk of his manhood deep into the quivering folds of her cunt and came. Hot and thick, his seed spurted into her young pussy. His balls churned and churned, releasing gallon upon gallon of sexual cream. His body shuddered and trembled beneath the intensity of his climax.
Like a chalice of lust, her tremulous channel of sex accepted every drop of his sperm and semen. Then the orgasmic contracting folds milked at his shaft, draining any of the pearly fluids left in his throbbing cock.
Somehow she managed to lower herself to the carpet before her arms and legs collapsed. Moving with her, he lay there on her back, savoring the ebbing pulses of pleasure that still coursed his throbbing shaft.
Neither of them moved, not wishing to break the deep satisfaction of their mutual climax and the carnal delights they had shared. Not even the moist trickle of his overflowing seed, which tickled down the soft, white interior of the blonde's thigh, wetting the rug under her, could disturb this moment of bliss.
CHAPTER FIVE
A moist tonguetip flicked teasingly against Neal's ear. He swatted at it as if it were a fly.
Kari laughed, "Come on, don't go to sleep on me."
"Leave me alone, girl," he moaned. "That was terrific. Now all I want to do is just lay here."
"I know," she kissed his cheek. "But I don't think your mother would like it if you didn't pick her up at the airport."
His drowsy eyes opened and he rolled to his back staring up at the beautiful blonde beside him. "Your cheeks get this blushing glow after we make love. Did you know that?"
"So do yours," her fingertips brushed over his cheeks. "Come on, Red Cheeks. We've got to get a move on."
"What time is it?" he groaned in protest.
"Exactly one hour before you mother's flight arrives," Kari smiled.
"It'll only take a half hour to drive out to the airport," he answered.
"But we've got to get cleaned up," she nudged him with a hand. "I don't think your mother would understand us greeting her plane in the nude."
"Don't think the airport fuzz would be too understanding either," he grinned. "Okay, you win. Let's take a shower together."
"All right, you're on," she nodded as she stood. "But remember, we're taking a shower and we don't have time for anything else."
Reluctantly, he agreed.
Showers had never been so much fun. Despite the restriction he had agreed to, it didn't hamper him from bathing that voluptuous body of Kari's, or enjoying the sensations of her hands on his body when she returned the favor. Somehow they forced themselves to interrupt the delightfully different method of bathing they had discovered and stepped from the shower. Toweling each other dry, they quickly dressed and hurried to Neal's car with less than twenty minutes before Marta Winter's flight arrived.
The quilt-work patterns below slowly took the forms of farm fields and roads, as Marta Winter gazed from the jet's window. If she strained her eyes toward the front of the plane she could barely make out the outlines of the town they were approaching.
Home, she sighed to herself with a mixture of comfort and regret. The comfort made her feel all warm inside; the regret brought a flush of guilt to her face.
Each year since her husband's death, she had grown to look forward to this yearly trip to Chicago for the fashion convention. The city gave her a freedom she could never find at home. What with raising a son and her work at the department store, she rarely found time for herself. But while at the convention, she was on her own. She wasn't absolutely free of her responsibilities but after the required work she had time to herself. And that time usually was taken up by men. Perhaps a salesman she had met at the convention, or perhaps someone in the hotel bar.
She wasn't the type of woman a man could normally pick up and the type of man she attracted usually wasn't looking for a pick-up. Whatever happened just happened. This time it had been a young college professor driving cross-country to a new position at a small school out west. His first name had been Jeff. She had never learned his last, even though he stayed over in Chicago three days to continue what had started to be a one night fling.
Not at all the Marta Winter when she arrived home-the prim and oh-so-proper Marta Winter. She had to be. In a small, midwest town, the atmosphere was too conservative for her to exist any other way. Even to date men caused rumors and going to bed with one would be her ruin. "Loose women" weren't suitable employee.' At home, she had a job and a son to protect. So men and sex were neatly tucked away until next year's conventions and she was out from under the eyes of the town's hypocritical moralists and gossips.
This year would be harder to forget. Jeff had re-taught her the desires of the flesh. Young and virile, he knew her better than she knew herself. He was without inhibitions and had no hang ups ! about his male ego. For four nights, he had awakened and satisfied every yearning within her. Jeff would definitely be hard to forget. Not that she wanted to forget him, but she would, out of necessity.
The warning light flashed on above her and she fastened her seat belt. Glancing out the window, she watched the runway and ground come up at her. The plane jolted and bounced again before getting all its wheels on the ground. Then there was the sharp breaking and the taxiing to the terminal building. With one sigh of regret, the last she would allow herself, she rose from her seat as the departure ramp was pushed against the plane, then rose from her seat and exited- the prim and proper Marta Winter once again. Neal and his latest girl friend, Kari Mason, were there waiting for her as she walked into the terminal. There were the usual welcome home kisses on the cheek and a quick barrage of trivial occurrences during her week's absence. No major problems, but she expected that. Neal knew how to handle himself. Even if there had been problems, he would have made them sound minor.
"... and Kari and I have planned a little get-together for tonight," Neal explained, as he swung her baggage into the trunk of the car.
"Oh, Neal," Marta frowned. "You know I'll want to rest after my trip."
"I know," he answered, opening the door for her and allowing her to slip into the back seat, while Kari scooted in beside the driver's seat.
"That's why we fixed everything up. You don't have to do anything, except sit back and relax."
"I don't know," Marta pondered the proposal. "Just don't know if I feel up to it."
"C'mon," Neal urged her. "It'll just be Mitch, Janice, Kari, you and me. Nothing big or not ling fancy." "Let me think about it," she answered.
"Okay," he nodded. "But let me warn you. neither of us will take no for an answer."
She really didn't feel like the dinner her son had planned. Today was Saturday and tomorrow Sunday. She wanted to lock herself away in her own house and prepare herself to face her job and the town on Monday. She had to have a bit of time to get herself together again-time to neatly file away the memories she had collected this past week.
Her eyes drifted to the passing town out side. She suppressed a shiver. It wasn't that she hated the town; she just felt trapped here. More than once, she had considered moving away and finding some job in the city. But the job situation wasn't right for that and, she admitted to herself, there was security here. She did own their house and she had lived here for the majority of her adult life. If only the town were larger. If only everybody didn't know everybody else, then...
"Here we are," Neal announced, as he cut into their driveway. "Go on in. Kari and I will get your suitcases."
With a smile, she opened her door and slid out. The front door to the house was open. She'd have to warn Neal about that again. Or was she just being paranoid? A week in the city can do that to someone from a small town. The crime headlines splattered throughout the newspapers for the past week had been frightening, especially when the headlines of the hometown weekly usually dealt with Friday night's high school football game.
Home again, home again, Marta smiled to herself as she stepped into the living room, breathing in deeply. Sex!
The room smelled of sex. She shook her head. The week had gotten to her. Now her imagination was playing tricks to taunt her. She inhaled again. The musky, arousing odor was still there, lingering in the room-the smell of sex.
She glanced around. The living room looked normal, no disarrayed cushions on the sofa. Her eyes were suddenly drawn to a small, dark spot on the carpet. She hadn't remembered it being there before. A cigarette burn? But neither Neal nor she smoked. Perhaps one of Neal's friends had been over and accidentally dropped a cigarette.
Walking over to the spot near the foot of the couch, she knelt. Whatever it was it wasn't a burn. The spot was wet and glistened. Beaching out, she touched it with a forefinger, shivering as she recognized its slippery viscosity. Unwilling to believe what was running through her mind, she raised her finger under her nose. The scent was that of a man-the seed of a man's loins.
She rose and sat of the couch. Neal ... and Kari? There could be no other answer. The two of them had made love in this room-this floor. And no more than hour or so ago.
"Want me to put these things in your room?" Neal suddenly interrupted her thoughts as he walked through the front door with Kari at his side.
She nodded.
"I've got to go now, Neal," Kari turned to her son. "We'll see you about six tonight?"
"Right. I'll talk Marta into it," her son answered, leaning forward to give the blonde a kiss, then suddenly pulling away as he remembered his mother was present.
The action didn't go unnoticed, nor did Marta overlook the quick squeeze Kari gave Neal's land before she turned and left. Neal's gaze followed the girl for a moment or two, then he lifted her bags once again and carried them to her room "I think I'll lie down and take a little nap, she said as she followed him into the bedroom.
"Okay," he smiled. "Get rested up for tonight."
"I haven't said there was going to be a tonight yet," she answered. "I'll let you know later."
"Yes, ma'am," he grinned. "Just in case, I'll go ahead and finish getting things ready."
"Get out of here," she laughed, closing the door behind him.
Neal and Kari, the thought kept running over in her mind. Like all mothers, she hadn't noticed that her son had become a man. But he had and quite a handsome one at that. Even with his long brown hair, he still reminded her of her husband. Neal had his father's muscular build and dark features. He even had that little crooked smile that had meant all sorts of things to her young heart the first time she had seen her husband's smile.
He also has his father's taste for bosomy women, she smiled as she paused to admire the jutting forms of her own breasts before her dresser mirror.
And Kari was definitely well endowed with the attributes that would draw the eye of any second-story man. She could easily visualize her son's hands moving over those melonlike orbs of flesh. She could see the sparkling delight in his dark brown eyes as he leaned to kiss and suck at one of Kari's stiff, young nipples.
Suddenly her thoughts jolted her. She should be reacting totally differently. Instead of that protective feeling she had thought she would feel at this moment, she found the thought of her son balling the young blonde sexy, very sexy!
You ought to be ashamed of yourself, she reprimanded herself. But she only smiled as she pulled off her dress and undergarments, then lay naked on top of the bed. I wonder if Neal inherited his father's abilities to please a woman?
Kari didn't seem to be wearing any traces of disappointment, she remembered the girl's smiling face. She glanced up to the ceiling, seeing the blonde naked and lying on her back on the living room floor. She was posed with thighs wide, exposing the moist cleft of her young pussy. Neal, as naked as the girl, stood above her, his young cock shafted from his hairy groin, jerking and twitching with its youthful vitality. And at the very tip of his swollen glans welled a clear drop of preseminal fluid.
While she watched through her mind's eye, her son slowly drifted to his knees. The blonde reached up and lovingly caressed the rigid pole of his manhood. She tugged lightly at his prick, easing him atop her. Her eager fingers guided the turgid crown of sex toward the waiting lips of her willing cunt.
Stop it! she ordered herself, rolling to her side.
You're back home now. You've got to get sex off your mind!
She closed her eyes and held them tightly closed for several seconds, erasing the last vestiges of her vision. She had no right even to imagine her son's sexual activities. He was a young man now. What Neal did was his business, not hers.
Her eyes opened and she stared at herself in the dresser's mirror. Her thirty-eight years didn't show on the supple, naked woman she gazed at. She admitted there was a slight sag to the ball-like shapes of her breasts that hadn't been there ten years ago. But there wasn't half as much droop to her tits as with all the young girls who ran around braless today. In fact, the sight pendulous drift of her breasts seemed to make them that much more bouncy and swaying. They were still firm and proud and their dark nipples still were uptilted.
She had kept her figure too. Unlike many of the women her age, she had carefully watched the calories and maintained a schedule of light exercise to work off any excess weight. Her stomach was taut and flat. And her legs were still shapely. It was a body that could still attract young men. Jeff had proven that. He had thought she was no more than twenty-five. She wondered what he would have done if he had realized she was thirteen years older than him.
Still the body of a young woman, she repeated to herself, still the desires of a young woman.
As she admired her own lithe form in the mirror, her imagination began to work again. Naked, his young body brown from the summer sun her son stood there at the side of the bed. He didn't speak but gazed down, his eyes roving over her bare flesh. Hunger, sexual hunger burned in his eyes.
"I want you, Neal," she whispered softly. "I want you inside me."
She reached out and cupped the dangling hose of his sex. He came to life beneath her fingertips. She watched him thicken, pulsing and throbbing, the fat head of his young cock jerking upward so that she stared directly into its slitted mouth. Tenderly, her hand gripped that rigid shaft, stroking up and down as she reveled in its warm hardness.
Still without a word, but with that little, twisted smile on his lips, her son edged himself beside her on the bed. He didn't need to speak, his hands said everything as they palmed under the shimmering domes of her breasts. Gently his fingers circled the half-bowls of flesh.
She moaned softly, her eyes fluttering closed as she lost herself in the soothing caresses of his hands. Warmth welled within those twin balls of aroused flesh. His touch seemed to make them swell bigger and bigger with an aching need. Then his mouth was there, his laving tongue and sucking lips tending to those desires. All the time his palms and fingers never stopped in their marvelous manipulations.
As she writhed there, her crooning sighs singing out the deep satisfaction of his actions, one of his hands drifted downward over the fluttering flesh of her belly. His fingertips paused as they reached the silken strands of her yearning pussy. He was unsure, she realized. But her own hand directed his lower so that he lightly stroked the trembling knoll of her sex.
His fingers taunted there ever so close, yet so far from the need-ridden channel of her body. He squeezed and rubbed, his massaging hand stirring a flood of womanly fluids within her. She moaned softly, her pelvis moving up and down on it in accord.
An inquisitive finger finally wedged between the pouting lips of her labia. Inward it wiggled working through the scalloped folds of her inner lips and into the burning heat of her vagina He twisted and turned the digit, impaling her belly, swirling it over the throbbing walls of her cunt. Then he easily pumped it in and out of the sexual well of her body.
But she didn't want that teasing finger. She wanted him.
Gently tugging at his adamantine rod, she summoned him. He came, easing between her spread thighs and sliding atop the voluptuous bed her body presented for him.
His weight pressed her into the mattress. It was far from an uncomfortable feeling. She liked the feel of a man atop her as she lay on her back, her legs opened to receive the rigid offering of his cock.
Expertly, her hand guided his glans into the waiting gash of her cunt. He sagged it into her in one quick thrust of his hips. Up it plunged, cramming its way into the caressing liquid warmth of her cunt. She squeezed down around him, relishing the marvelous, virile feel of him.
Her hands ran up his back, savoring the young, tense muscles of his body. There was power there, youthful power gathered within him, ready to explode at any minute.
And when it did, her body responded. Her pelvis arched and fell with each deep-grinding stroke of his pistoning cock. He rammed it into her, feeding her inch upon inch of his magnificent cock. He threw his hips into her, cramming her hot hole of desire with rigid dick. Harder and harder he poled into the worshipping furrow of her pussy. She moaned out for him, pleading with him to give it to her even harder, even deeper. His young buttocks, as hard as boulders, jerked up and down in a pounding rhythm as he strived to oblige her every wish.
She was skewered, impaled by her son's cock and she loved it. She existed for that pistoning prod and nothing else. She was his, her whole body open to him, willing to provide for his every need. She couldn't get enough of his poling prick. She couldn't get enough of her son.
Deeper and deeper his cock slammed up into the humid recesses of her lust channel. She opened her body and accepted him. Her thighs throbbed. Her vagina ached. Her whole body centered on that never-ceasing, in-out sluicing of his sex.
She was close, so close...
No! she shouted to herself. The vision in the mirror evaporated; Neal's hunching body shimmered and faded, leaving only her own reflection.
She stared at herself, her body flushing with guilt. One of her hands had crept between her thighs. Her index finger was firmly entrenched in the soggy wetness of her cunt. Even as she watched, she moved that finger in and out of her body in a desperate attempt to relieve the mounting lusts she held.
With Neal? No! she moaned, shocked by the forbidden desires that consumed her. Not with my own son!
But the thoughts refused to leave her. She wanted him, wanted his young cock buried deeply in the hot channel of her pussy. Wanted to feel his weight pressing her down into the bed, pinning her beneath him and his plunging prick.
No, she denied herself the wicked excitement of imagining her son mounted atop her willing body. Jeff. I want Jeff!
In and out her probing finger drove with increasing vigor. Another fingertip inched upward toward the swollen nubbin of her clit, rolling and rubbing the extended bud of pleasure, as she imagined herself once again beneath Jeff's virile body. She could feel him inside her once again. She could taste the wonderful satisfaction of his cock slithering in and out of her cunt.
Her mind could picture the young man she had met in Chicago. His face smiled down at her, a face that ... reminded her of Neal. The revelation shocked and excited her at the same time. The digit within her pussy jerked in and out with renewed need. Jeff had reminded her of Neal.
She came, muffling her groans and moans by throwing her face into a pillow. And when at last her finger slid from her body, she realized the truth of what had occurred on the convention trip.
She had taken Jeff to her bed because he had reminded her of Neal!
CHAPTER SIX
Marta didn't regret having agreed to Neal and Kari's outdoor dinner. It had been good and she hadn't had to do anything except sit there and enjoy the cool evening and some very tasty wine coolers Mitch Mason whipped up.
She did admit a few tinges of jealousy as she watched Neal and Kari. Their hands were constantly sneaking touches here and there and their bodies brushing together with decided intimacy. She tried to ignore them, but with her recent admission to herself it was impossible. She watched her son through newly tinted eyes of desire.
When Neal suggested that he treat Kari and her sister Janice to a movie, she was almost relieved to see them leave. Although there was a nagging suspicion at the back of her mind that the sudden interest in the movies was planned to leave her and Mitch alone together.
Not that she minded. Mitch Mason interested her very much, an interest that had grown during the summer, although she had made no attempts to cultivate a relationship. The interest was mutual, though again Mitch had not pushed himself into her life. But she could see the interest in his eyes when he looked at her. It wasn't the normal eye-balling men give a woman, like they were sizing up a piece of meat they intended to purchase. His gaze definitely held sexual overtones, but there was something else which she couldn't pinpoint, but liked just the same.
And unlike most men with the hunger of sex in their eyes, Mitch had never been aggressive. It was almost as if his eyes were saying he found her attractive and he wanted her, but he could wait until she was ready for him. On more than one occasion she had felt the yearning to give into those dark eyes, but the fear of destroying her reputation in the town had kept her from anything rash.
"Like another drink?" Mitch asked, rising from the lawn chair next to her and walking to a pitcher sitting on the picnic table.
"Mmmm hmmm," she nodded. "Whatever you brewed up there I've definitely acquired a taste for it."
"The secret is in the wine you choose," he chuckled. "Always use cheap wine. No need wasting good wine when you're going to mix it with soda. Cheap wine is usually sweeter and when you squeeze in a couple of fresh lemons, it makes an unbeatable cooler.' "The only thing is, the drinks have given me a bad case of the munchies," she smiled.
"Despite the nice meal the kids fixed up," he answered, "I must admit I've got the urge to nibble on something.
"How does a nice big wedge of cheddar cheese sound?" she asked.
"Great," he nodded.
"Good," she answered, rising and walking toward the back door of the house. "I'll see if I can dig up some crackers too."
When she returned to the back yard a few minutes later, Mitch had liberated the table cloth from the table and spread it on the grass. With two drinks in hand, he nodded for her to join him.
"Hope you don't mind, but for the past ten years I've lived in apartments and I just can't get enough of just sitting around on a nice, thick lawn," he smiled.
"Not at all," Marta answered, tucking her legs under her as she seated herself across from him. "Sometimes at night, I come out here and watch the stars for hours."
"The stars are another thing I missed while working in the city," he replied, taking a piece of cheese she offered. "When I was a boy, I lived in a town about this size. My father was an amateur astronomer. He had this telescope he had built himself. Some nights we'd go out and use that old telescope for hours. I used to know the name and position of most of the constellations and major stars."
Marta didn't comment but leaned back, her eyes rising to the sky.
"I think I'll get one of these redwood fences for our yard," Mitch mused. "You could sun bathe in the nude and no one would ever be the wiser."
"Unless they lived in your house," Marta smiled. "Two stories, remember?"
"I promise only to take occasional peeks," he smiled in return.
She laughed, her dark brown eyes sparkling in the soft glow of the porch light that filtered into the darkness of the evening.
"Seriously," he grinned, "you've got a nice place here. Most definitely a home and not a house."
"Are you trying to say my house has that lived-in look?" she answered.
It was his turn to laugh, "A home that has the feel of a woman that cares."
"Thank you," she nodded. "I've tried to do the best I could. It hasn't always been easy, but Neal and I've managed fairly well."
"Neal's a nice boy," Mitch answered. "I've met some of the boys Kari dated when we first moved here. I was pleased when she and Neal started going out together."
"I'll tell Neal he meets with your approval" Marta answered.
"Oh, no you don't," he shook his head. "We fathers, especially those of us who are stepfathers, have to keep up the big, bad, old man image. Can't let any of these young whippersnappers think we actually approve of them dating our daughters."
If you only knew, she thought, but said, "All right, I'll keep your secret."
"Good," he smiled. "But at the moment I find Neal's mother a much more interesting subject."
"There is not much to say about Neal's mother," Marta smiled. "I don't think you'd find her a very interesting person. She works, eats and sleeps."
"Alone?" he suddenly questioned, his eyes homing in on hers.
"I don't see that's any busi..."
Her words were muffled as he leaned forward and lightly kissed her lips. She was surprised, but she didn't jerk away from him.
"I'd like to make it my business," he answered, his eyes meeting hers for another instant. Then his head moved forward again.
There was no surprise in his kiss this time, but still she didn't pull away. His tongue flicked against her lips, parting them, then moving into her mouth. His arms closed around her, drawing her closely against his chest. She wanted to wiggle free, but she didn't. There was no resistance in her. She couldn't fool herself by saying she wasn't interested in this man. Because she was. He was attractive, even a little more than a tad bit sexy. He felt good, his chest mashing against her breasts, his arms wrapped around her.
Just this once, she told herself, knowing that was lying and this once would open the way for other nights. If word ever got out to the town gossips, it would ruin her. But for some reason it just didn't matter at the moment.
Almost of its own accord, her tongue flicked over the oral probe he explored her mouth with. His kiss was gentle, but firm. It asked and demanded at the same time. She answered both by snuggling closer to him. Her breasts seemed to strain against the bra that held them, trying to escape.
His lips drifted from her and softly pressed against her neck. Shivers of warm delight suffused her body. She moaned softly, no thoughts of refusing him remaining in her mind.
"You've slept alone too long," he whispered, as his hands gently lowered her to her back on the grass. "You're too handsome a woman to be without a man."
She didn't have time to offer a reply, even if she wanted to. His mouth once again covered hers, this time her tongue leaping forward to rush over his. His hands caressed the sides of her face for a moment, then drifted down along her neck, alighting on the bulges of her breasts. She didn't attempt to conceal the quiver of excitement trembling through her body. And he didn't ignore it.
With a firm squeeze to her tits, his hands rose to the top of the white blouse she wore, working the first button free. Four buttons later and two snaps, her blouse and bra were tossed aside. Her breaths were deep and aroused as he pushed up from her and gazed down on the shimmering domes of her naked tits.
"Beautiful," he whispered. "You're a very beautiful woman, Marta Winter."
"Not much of a woman," she shook her head. "Not during the past eight years."
"I plan to change that right now," he smiled, his voice assuring her that's exactly what he intended to do.
Letting her watch him, he reached out and caressed the silk-covered pillows of her breasts. He made no attempt to disguise the pleasure he found in those resilient balls of flesh. His fingers worked and molded the pliant flesh of her tits delighting in the low moans of arousal he brought from her sensually parted lips.
Her breasts glowed with a summery warmth, a sexual heat of desire. She felt the two buttons of her nipples come to life, fattening under the tender ministrations of his exploring fingertips. She felt swollen, wonderfully swollen, as if her tits were at least twice their normal size. She glanced down as he rolled her breasts up on her chest. They weren't, but they damn sure felt that way.
His hands released the white globes and allowed them to bounce back into their original shape. He tugged and pulled at them, reveling in their satiny feel as they squilched up between his fingers. And when he had played to his and her satisfaction, he leaned over and lightly kissed the rubbery bud of one of her nipples.
"Ohhhhhhh," her sibilant moan revealed the deep pleasure of that gentle kiss.
Then his lips closed around her nipple. His tongue flicked out and tauntingly swirled around the fleshy bud. She tasted good to him, the taste of a woman.
Hot flames of lust licked through her body on a direct line from her breasts to her loins as he sucked at that aching crest. Hard and long he sucked, awaking the burning flames of passion. She groaned, reaching behind his head and pulling him down, forcing him to accept more of her flesh into his mouth.
Willing, he responded to her needs, gobbling up as much of the succulent tit flesh as possible and then some. And as his mouth eased from that one peak, he dropped down on the other, busying it with a barrage of arousing sensations.
Simultaneously, his hands crept down the curves of her sides, his fingers tucking under the elastic bands of the slacks she wore and her panties at the same time. She lifted her hips a bit, helping him slide them down over her emphatically flaring hips.
When his mouth at last released the marvelous hold it held on her tit, he rose and immediately began to attack the buttons of his shirt while she peeled her slacks and undergarments from her legs, tossing them beside her blouse and bra.
Her body was a soft, glowing white in the dim light coming from the back porch. His eyes drifted over the shapely curves of her legs for a moment, then rose to the dark patch of her pubis.
Her thighs spread lewdly, allowing him a full view of the womanly knoll of her cunt.
Quickly working his trousers free, he peeled away the briefs he wore. His cock, hard and rigid, poled from his loins like a lance of lust. He watched her own gaze drop to the throbbing shaft of his sex. Her eyes widened and her delicate nostrils flared with arousal.
She could take that, she thought as she stared at the thick stalk of his cock. He was big, not just long, but fat. And his balls dangled from his scrotum like large rocks held in a rumpled sac. She could take him. She could take him and love every inch of that magnificent pole of man meat.
Lowering himself beside her on the grass, he once more kissed her. His tongue drove into her mouth hard this time, with a sense of urgency. She responded, her own tongue flicking and circling his oral digit as it drove toward the depths of her throat.
At the same time, her hands languorously eased over his chest, taunting his sleeping nipples into stiff little pebbles, then drifting lower. Her fingertips found the throbbing shaft of his manhood, touching lightly, almost hesitantly. The surface of that erect shaft was so soft and smooth, covering the bone-hard firmness beneath. It was a combination that thrilled her. Lovingly she ran her fingers from the engorged crown of his prick to its hairy base. He jerked and twitched under her touch. Then jerked and twitched some more as she trickled up the ridged underside of his cock.
His own hands were far from inactive. Once more working their way to her hips, his palms caressed the satin-sleek thighs. Then one of those hands moved inward, weaving through the dark fleece of her pubis. He cupped the protruding knoll of her cunt and squeezed down lightly.
She groaned. He worked her as he had worked her breasts just moments ago. Her hands clamped around the solid prong of his sex, jacking at him with fervid lust. His own groan was as deep and desire-filled as hers.
Inward, he worked a finger up into the interior of her sex. The heavy flow of her aroused juices washed around his impaled finger. He felt her clamp down, squeezing the spongy folds of her vagina around him. As he tenderly began to stroke his finger in and out of her hot hole of passion, he ran his thumb up to the top of her pink slit, rubbing over her clit.
Tingling excitement coursed through her loins. In an involuntary action, her hips undulated in perfect rhythm with the finger that invaded her body. Where she had wanted him, she now ached. Where she had desired him, she now lusted. Her hands pleaded over the stiff rod of his manhood. She squeezed. She jacked. She pulled.
Answering her ardent summons, he rolled atop her. The slightly domed half-bowls of her breasts speared their hard nipples into his bare chest. She groaned, writhing a bit, as his finger slithered from the steaming recesses of her pussy. Her own hands easily positioned his prick at the trembling mouth of her cunt.
His pelvis thrusted.
"Ahharrgggaahh!" she groaned in abandoned pleasure.
He sliced deeply into the quivering recess of her quim. She squeezed down, holding him there within her. She could feel him, feel every throbbing inch of his fat cock. He had driven into the very soul of her desire. He packed her with brimming sensations of delight. He twitched and jerked and she could feel every minute movement of that ponderous prod.
His mouth covered hers and his tongue drove into the sweetness of her oral caresses. But her full attention centered on that pulsating spike if man meat that languidly drew itself from her body. Inch by packing inch, he eased from the burning heat of her belly. The resilient walls of her vagina clamped at him, attempting to hold that marvelous prick, but the oozing flood of lubricants within her did nothing to aid her. He slipped up and out, stopping with only the bulbous knob of his glans poised within the quaking lips of her labia.
Then that imposing plunger slithered back down into the open channel of her lust. Her hand tightened on the rock-hard cheeks of his buttocks. She pulled at him, trying to draw that gratifying column deeper.
He paused there at the bottom of his stroke, bathing in the wonderful luxury of her cunt. She was so hot and tight. The walls of her pussy squeezed at him, then relaxed. It was almost as if she rippled around him.
"Damn!" she groaned. "You feel so good!"
He did! This voluptuous woman made him that way. As he once more slithered from her body, his cock felt swollen to its limits. Each pulsing throb that jerked through his length heightened the consuming lust that burned in his loins.
He drove hard into her this time. His pelvis met hers in a loud wet slap. He ground down, giving her clit the full treatment it deserved. With equal alacrity he wrenched up and slammed down again, drilling into the sweet, honey crevice of her cunt.
"Yesssss," she hissed. "Oh, god! Yes!"
His rhythm was hard and deep. He ravished her. He poled into her body, fucking the tight slit of her cunt in almost brutal fashion. In and out he skewered, pounding that oozing gash between her thighs.
She accepted him, savoring each jackhammering thrust of his cock. Fiery lust erupted within her thighs. She went wild, allowing the rise of her lust to control every action of her body.
Her hips jerked and bucked. She threw herself on each impaling stroke of his cock. She thrashed and writhed under his weight. She hunched and groaned, swallowing up the massive inches of pulsing prick he fed her.
They worked together, whipping the passion within them higher and higher. They no longer made love, but fucked. Lust commanded them, directed them, urged them. In and out, out and in, his cock pistoned into the welcoming hole of her pussy. Up and down her pelvis rocked as the quaking tremors of her mounting orgasm shuddered through her body.
Like a madman or a rapist, he filled and refilled the volcanic depths of her cunt with his burning wand of sex. His balls tightened and retightened, trying to hold back the flood of sperm and semen that churned angrily within them. Deeper and then deeper he speared into her at a frenzied pace.
Nearer and nearer she soared toward the oblivion of sexual pleasure. She had lost herself to him and that driving cockshaft.
She no longer knew she was on her back in her own backyard. She no longer felt the cool grass beneath her or the light night breeze that caressed her nakedness. All she knew or felt was the man pressing down atop her and the ponderously fat prick he crammed in and out of her body.
Like flashing lights it started and like a torrent of colors it blasted through her. The throbbing of her thighs expanded and formed a ball of fire. It exploded, shattering her soul into a thousand fragments, reassembling them, only to send them flying on the winds of ecstasy once again. She came and she came hard and violent.
The woman beneath him went rigid. Her cunt contracted and squeezed at him. The tightness did nothing to help him withhold the rising demands of his own groin. Instead, it created a fantastic friction that seared over the hypersensitive skin of his glans. Still he fought to retain that agonizing moment or two just before climax.
In and out his cock shafted. The burning fire of his balls began to move. Inch by inch it forced its way up through the center of his prick. He clamped down, but there was no way of stopping it now.
Hot and thick, he jetted into her quivering cunt. He splattered the trembling walls of her vagina with the creamy fluids of his loins. His body jerked and quaked spasmodically as he emptied himself into her, his balls drained of the lust he held.
They rocked together, locked in each other's arms. Their moans mingled in a chorus of deep satisfaction and gratitude. Their bodies trembled and quivered as the last swirling sensations of their mutual climax washed through them.
Then after the last of those sensations had passed and his cock slithered limply from her jism-oozing slash, he rolled to his back. Drawing the still panting woman into the hollow of his shoulder, he held her there, just reveling in the nearness of her body.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Neither Kari nor Janice had ever intended on attending a movie. And it took no more than a few playful nudges and eager tugs on Neal's arms to convince him that their plan for the evening would be much more interesting and entertaining.
"All right," he finally gave into their whims. But we'd best put up the front of going to a movie."
Kari nodded and her older sister suggested, "We just get into the car and drive around to the other side of the block. Then we walk back to our louse."
"You realize the kind of trouble we're going to be in, if they ever find out about this?"
"They won't find out," Kari grabbed one of his arms and Janice grabbed the other, pulling him toward his car.
Following Janice's plan, Neal pulled out of the driveway and drove around the block and parked. What if they come over to your house?"
"That's the risk we have to take," Janice smiled. "It adds a certain spice to the whole thing."
"That spice could be an overdose of red pepper," he mumbled.
"Quit complaining," Kari chided. "Get a move on."
Following the two sisters, he climbed from the car and quickly walked around the block. Only the porch light was on in the Mason's home. Kari went to the front door and opened it, then waved Neal and Janice in after her. Suppressing their laughter, the three climbed the stairs and quickly walked back to Mitch's bedroom.
"Don't hit that light!" the redhead whisp red to her sister. "It'd be a dead giveaway."
"Right," Kari chuckled, moving into the room and drawing back the curtains to the window. "There they are."
Janice and Neal edged to her side and glanced down. The man and woman sat on the lawn, sipping their drinks and talking unaware of the six curious eyes that peered down on them.
"This is better than I had expected," Kari whispered as she hugged Neal's waist. "That porch light lets us see everything."
"If there is anything to be seen," he answered.
"Oh, there will be," Janice mused aloud. If I know Mitch, there will be."
"I don't know," Neal answered, shaking his head.
"What's wrong?" Kari asked. "Does it bother you spying on them like this?"
"Yes, kind of," he nodded. "I wouldn't like somebody watching us when we..."
He suddenly shut up, glancing at Janice and then Kari.
"When we're balling?" Kari smiled. "Don't worry about Janice. She knows everything."
"She does?" he was unsure of what he had heard.
"Everything," Janice smiled. "Does it make you uptight?"
"Just seems a little strange. I mean having someone discuss my sex life behind my back," he shrugged.
"I don't know why," Kari said. "I know damn well you boys get together and compare notes on which of the girls are the best fucks and who's easiest lay around." "Why shouldn't chicks do the same thing?"
Janice concluded. "No reason," Neal nodded. "I guess I never thought about it, that's all."
"Don't let your male ego get bruised," Janice grinned. "Kari's reports have been glowing." "No exaggerations," Kari pushed up on her tiptoes and planted a kiss on his lips. "I just told her what a dynamite cocksman you were." "Shhhhhhhh!" Janice abruptly hushed them. The two followed her gaze back out the window. Mitch had taken Marta in his arms and was kissing her. It was quite obvious she was returning the kiss.
"Our dear stepfather is a fast worker," Kari smiled.
"You already knew that," Janice answered.
If Neal had heard her comment, it would have confused him, but he didn't. His attention was riveted on the couple lying on the grass below. A man and his mother, his mother in the arms of a man. He was fascinated. He had always considered his mother sexless, a neuter who had no desires of the flesh. He had never been further from the truth. His mother was a woman, all woman, which was quite easy to see as Mitch worked her blouse from her body.
A familiar feeling flew through his loins as he stared silently down on the couple. His balls tightened and retightened. He felt his prick coming to life as he watched Mitch's hands rove over the smooth contours of his mother's quite attractive breasts. An ache filled him. He wanted to be that man down there. Those hands should be is. Those lips sucking at those dark nipples should be his.
"Your mother's quite a sexy woman," Kari whispered, her hand sliding over his thigh. "I didn't realize she looked so young before."
She did, he admitted to himself. He hadn't remembered seeing her naked since he had been a child. Yet there she was without a stitch of clothing, lying on the grass, naked for Mitch's eyes, and his. Her cunt looked so vulnerable covered with that dark bush. It looked so right, made for a man to slide ball-deep into.
Which was what Mitch was busy preparing for at the moment. As his two stepdaughters watched, he quickly stripped. Janice moaned softly as his thick cock sprung free and jutted before him.
As they watched, he lowered himself to the ground and easily splayed the lips of Marta's pussy with that big plunger. There was no doubt in the minds of the three voyeurs that the couple they watched was fully willing to deeply sample each other's bodies.
Up and down Neal's eyes followed the rise and fall of Mitch's buttocks, watching the thick pole he crammed into his mother's cunt. His own cock was rigid now, stiff with the forbidden desire to ram himself into that same hunching belly. He wanted her. He wanted his own mother!
"Ahhhhhhhh," he moaned, as an inquisitive hand drifted over the crotch of his jeans.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," Kari echoed his moan with one of her own, her fingers stroking along the swollen length of his shaft. "Hard as a rock."
"Huh?" Janice grunted, and glanced at her sister.
"Neal's cock is as hard as a rock!" Kari grinned up, her hand suddenly gripping the rigid bulge beneath his pants and squeezing.
Neal groaned, as a strange mixture of pain and pleasure suffused through his loins.
"Can't blame him," the redhead glanced at him, her green eyes flashing with delight. "It must be something watching a man ball your mother."
Without another word, the young woman's head leaned forward. Her lips pressed to his and her tongue teasingly ran out. He refused to open his mouth, although he wanted very much to take this sexy red-haired girl into his arms and relieve the burning lust that licked out from his balls.
She eased away from him, her hand lightly caressing his cheeks. She chuckled. "I think he likes it, or would. He's nervous about you being here, little sister."
"Don't be nervous, Neal," Kari's lips were taunting at his ear. "Tonight we're both yours."
Uncertain of what he had just heard and totally unsure of what was happening, he turned to the sexy blonde. "Kari?"
"It's all right," she assured him with a light kiss. "I won't mind, really I won't. I want to give Janice a sample of what you've been giving me..."
Her fingers tightened around his throbbing prick once again to give emphasis to her comment.
"... I want you to show her what a cocksman you really are," she smiled. "And afterwards I want you to ball the hell out of me."
"You want me to ... to make love to your sister," he stammered still not believing Kari, his Kari.
"Not love," Janice eased his face back around to her. "You and Kari love. With me, you fuck!"
Her head tilted forward and her mouth was on his once more. Still a tad confused over what had just been proposed, he did the only thing that seemed right. When that teasing tongue flicked out, he opened his lips, allowing it to enter his mouth.
"I'll just fade away," he heard the blonde say somewhere to his side, then her footsteps moving away.
Then he completely forget about her, devoting his full attentions to the big-breasted young woman who pressed against him. His arms encircled her waist and pulled her tightly to him. Then his hands drifted down to the pair of white shorts she was wearing. The more than ample cushions of her ass strained the fabric tautly. He gripped those delectable mounds and pulled her pelvis to his so that she pressed against the needy length of his cock.
He felt the quivering excitement rush through her body. She shoved herself even harder against his crotch. She swayed a bit, rubbing the protruding mound of her pubis over his bulging prick. Then she moaned long and suggestively.
"Just like your sister aren't you ?" he smiled as they parted.
"Not quite," she answered, her fingers, working the snap and zipper free on his jeans. "But we share similar tastes... and needs."
His own hands were busy with the buttons of her pink blouse. Quickly he managed to slip them from their buttonholes. Like her younger sister, this redhead didn't wear a bra. And like her blonde sister, her tits were big and quite willing for a man's hands to caress them, as well as a man's mouth.
While she worked his jeans and briefs down, that's exactly what he did. Her moans told him that the fingers that kneaded into the almost flaccid flesh of her breasts, and the lips that sucked her sleeping nipples into hard mushrooms of excited flesh, were more than deeply appreciated.
Kicking away his sandals, he stepped from his pants and toed them away. The girl's long, cool fingers lovingly stroked at the burgeoning spike of his cock, while he quickly peeled away his shirt, then wiggled her shorts down the supple curves of her legs. Briefly he examined the red moss of pubic hairs that covered her cunt. The plump mound of her sex protruded more than her sister's, having a much more mature roundness to it.
When he rose, she pressed to him again. The warmth of her nakedness was wonderful. She snuggled against him, reveling in his feel as much as he was in hers. His cock, rigid and pulsing, throbbed against the sleek smoothness of her belly. A glistening trail of preseminal juices was left on that flawless skin as his excitement oozed from the head of his prick.
His mouth possessed hers again. His tongue thrusted forward, tickling toward the depths of her throat. She wiggled closer as if she were trying to climb atop him as they stood there. The furry rise of her cunt rolled against his spike of manhood in the most delightful fashion. Her ball-like tits mashed into his chest like silk-covered cushions topped by insistent, rubbery buttons of hardened desire.
His arms caressed over the satiny flesh of her back, setting off waves of aroused gooseflesh. He touched the slightly pancaked bulges of her tits and a piteous little moan whimpered up from her throat. The scene they had watched between her stepfather and his mother had gotten to her as much as it had him. She was hot and ready and willing. This beautiful young redhead wanted him. This girl he had met only casually on a few occasions before this night now stood here naked and aroused, her body aching for his cock.
It was a fantastic feeling, just letting his hands rove over her, knowing that for this moment she was his, knowing that he controlled her, commanded her. As she had so pointedly said just a few moments ago, there was no love in their actions, only lust. A lust he definitely intended to sate.
His fingers slid around the resilient circumferences of her breasts as he eased back from her a bit. The summery heat of those two fleshy melons suffused his fingertips, as her tongue darted into his mouth cajoling around his own oral digit. Gently at first, he squeezed into the marshmallowy balls of her breasts, delighting in the quickening of her breath and the excited quivers that shot through her body. She moaned another of her whimpery little cries as his hands clamped down with a demanding firmness. Then his palms circled those two tempting mounds, as if soothing away any pain he had caused. In a spiraling motion, his hands worked their way up the curving slopes of her tits.
When he at last topped the marvelous rises of her breasts, his hands hovered over the reddish-brown mushrooms of her nipples, so that the plump buds of flesh brushed against his hands ever so lightly as she breathed. Again her breathing increased in deep labored heaves of arousal.
He was teasing her. She knew that. But it was the type of taunting she could endure all night. That was if those supersensitive globes of her bosoms could, but they couldn't. Already they felt swelled and hot with the sensations he was working within her body. Each of those fiery waves of sexual heat were racing toward her loins feeding the throbbing need that pulsed there.
The boy standing before her was completely unaware of the hypersensitivity of those shim-Bering melons of flesh. However, he was totally aware of the growing arousal of the red-haired beauty. That was enough for him to continue his almost idle teasing of her breasts.
Using the tips of his forefingers, he traced little circles over the dark haloes surrounding the fat buttons of her nipples. Her mouth jerked away from his and she groaned, her whole body trembling with the delicious thrills of lust. Using two fingers, he scissored around her nipples and squeezed. Her body quaked and shuddered in sheer ecstasy.
Her reactions fascinated him. Kari loved his hands and mouth on her breasts. She moaned and quivered with unveiled delight whenever he busied those lovely pink globes. But her response to his manipulations were nothing compared to her older sister's. This sexy bundle of woman flesh acted as if she were on the very edge of climax.
Unwilling to relinquish his hold on those two swollen mounds until he had explored the full depths of their sensuality, he tilted his head forward and sucked up a mouthful of succulent tit flesh. Where his fingers had taunted moments ago, his tongue-tip circled and tickled.
The girl standing before him quaked with violent tremors of need. Her hands gripped at his shoulders for support. Her fingernails dug small crescents into his flesh. She groaned now, abandoning herself to the delicious sweetness of his mouth.
His tongue licked in flicking little lashes, whipping at the stiff bud of her nipples. Around and around he swirled and laved, creating a hot sexual friction that set her breasts afire. His teeth nibbled hungrily at her flesh. Each light bite sent shivers of deep-seated passion quaking through her body.
Simultaneously, his hands kneaded her tits. No longer attempting to be gentle, he roughly dug into the fleshy balls, squeezing them with almost brutal force. He tugged at those voluptuous mounds, dragging them down her chest and releasing them so that they juggled back into their original roundness. He mashed them as if trying to squeeze the lovely knolls flat against her. It was an impossible task, but he didn't mind. It was damn enjoyable trying.
"Close!" the redhead groaned out the full extent of her arousal. "Close, soooo close!"
Close? To coming? He was bewildered. Was it possible for a chick to come with a man playing with her breasts? He wasn't sure, but he intended to find out.
Increasing the vigor of his manipulations, he sucked and chewed at her tits. His hands squeezed and kneaded the pliant mounds of her breasts. He worked double time to send her toward the oblivion of orgasm.
"Good!" she cried out the nearness of release. "So damn good!"
Every cell in her body trembled now. Quake after quake of passion blasted through her loins as the sensations within her overloaded and she came.
His hands barely caught her as her knees turned to water and she tumbled toward the floor. Lowering herself carefully, the girl rested on her hands and knees, shuddering under the full pleasure he had ignited within her. Her groans and moans echoed through the darkened bedroom. The light filtering through the opened window glowed over her like a frosty halo.
His own needs now boiled like a raging volcano within his balls. Partially hidden by the jutting contours of her fleshy rump, he could see the furry mound of her cunt peeking out at him. It was a pose that reminded him of the girl's younger sister earlier that day. There was no way he could resist servicing that slitted mound in the same manner.
Dropping to his knees, he edged directly behind her upturned asscheeks. Clamping a hand around the inverted knoll of her pubis, he shot a finger up into the mouth of her cunt.
"God!" the red-haired young woman suddenly found her voice. "It feels good! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
That was exactly what he had in mind. There was no need for a finger fucking to get her ready for him. Her cunt was flooded with an ocean of juices just waiting to bathe the thick pole of his cock.
Gripping his prick with his other hand he jerked his finger from her quim. Then he pushed forward, impaling her body on the lance of his sex. Deep he thrusted, filling the heated hole of her pussy with the inflexible length of his cock "Big!" she whimpered in a desire-laden voice. "Big and hard!"
That was just the way he felt. The unexpected delight of having this beautiful red-haired woman had him swollen like a bone-hard column of rock. And the tightness of this girl was unbelievable. If anything she was twice as tight as her blonde sister. Her pussy gripped at him like a third hand.
He eased back, drawing his fat plunger from the socket of her vagina. She squeezed down around him. The pink folds of her cunt walls clung to his circumference, flowering out a he slithered from her body. Then as he reversed his motion and pushed in, they folded in on themselves.
She was strained. As impossible as it seemed, Kari's young lover was endowed with a cock that was bigger than that pussy pleaser Mitch sported. Not only was he long, but he was thick. That plum-like crown of his prick pushed inward, separating the elastic membranes of her vagina, filling her like she had never been filled before. She felt every inch of him, hard and throbbing, within the depths of her fiery hole of need.
Abruptly, his hips wrenched back and his cock jerked out from her, leaving only his swollen glans embedded in the trembling lips of her labia. He paused there a moment or so, then fed it back into her.
There was nothing hard or urgent to his motion. He was almost languid as he eased into her body. A fraction of an inch at a time, he poled into her. It was a taunting torture that focused her full attention on the throbbing mass of his cock as it slowly invaded the willing slot of her cunt. Deeper and deeper he inched, once more filling her belly with the ponderous burden of his manhood.
He forced himself to stroke into her slowly. Had he given into the urge to slam his prick into this tight pocket of pussy he would have lost his load in a matter of seconds. Watching his mother on her back taking Mitch's cock and then this redhead's supersensitive tits had him on the verge of coming. And he had no want to cut this marvelous ride short.
The tightness of her pussy was too wonderful for a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am treatment. She was soft and liquid inside, her heat licking around his full length. Yet behind the spongy luxury of her vaginal walls were muscles like coiled steel. When she squeezed, he felt squeezed. The marvelous friction that seared over the head of Ms prick had his balls jumping and churning within their sacs. Nice and easy was the only way be could take this kneeling beauty.
Inch by inch he eased from her. The smooth plane of her back rippled with waves of excitement. She groaned. Her head dangled between her shoulders, swaying gently from side to side. Her fingers gripped at the carpet as the swirling needs of her body began to mount once again.
Once more he moved inward in a slow-motion action. The girl on her hands and knees before him relaxed and accepted him. Glancing down, he watched his fat piston of desire slowly sink between the caressing pinkness of her quivering pussy lips. She took all of him, swallowing the total length of his cock.
When he pulled outward, he watched with fascination as his shaft slid from that mouth. He was coated in her juices. He glistened and shined with the slippery lubricants welling within her belly. Then he drilled back into her, letting those tight lips clamp around his thick stalk.
"Lick it!" he heard Kari's voice whisper out before him.
His head jerked up and he stared at the naked blonde standing before her sister. The girl no longer wore the shorts and blouse she had worn for dinner that night. Now she was completely naked. The bulbous balls of her magnificent breasts bobbed and trembled in the light coming through the window. Her flat stomach, with its deep, sensual navel, quivered with aroused anticipation. Her legs were spread wide and her hands were planted to each side of her yellow-fleeced cunt.
As he watched, her fingers spread the outer lips of her young pussy, revealing the pinkness of her inner folds. They were moist with the oozing flow of her excitement. Her pelvis pushed forth offering the tempting gash of sex to her sister.
"Lick it," the girl repeated. "Lick nice and easy and show your sister how grateful you are for her sharing her man with you."
The red-haired girl's head rose and she stared up at her sister. Confusion flickered through those green eyes as if she didn't fully comprehend what the younger girl said.
"Eat it, big sister," the girl urged. "Give me a nice, big, wet kiss!"
Still poling slowly in and out of the kneeling girl's pussy, he stared up at Kari, disbelieving what he had heard. He had wondered what the girl would do if he offered to go down on her and now he knew. What he hadn't realized was that the beautiful blonde dug having another girl. Instead of being turned off by what she proposed, he found the lust already burning in his loins flaring with increased need. He found the urge to ram himself in and out of the tight socket of cunt that sleeved around his prick. He wanted more than ever to extend his ride on the girl before him.
"Kari?" Janice mumbled in a pleading little voice. "We can't! Neal!"
The blonde's eyes rose to him, "Would you like to see what my sister can do with her mouth?"
His eyes widened with arousal. He gulped and nodded.
The blonde didn't ask again. She simply reached out, her fingers gripping behind-her older sister's neck, and pulled the girl's face into her pussy. There was a wet, smacking sound as the redhead's lips kissed the moist mouth of her sister's cunt.
Kari released Janice's head and once more eased the lips of her plump pussy apart. The older girl's head inched back a bit, her eyes rolling upward. A knowing smile danced at the corners of her lips. Then her mouth opened, and her tongue ran out slickening the wide, sensual fullness of her lips.
He watched, still not believing the exciting scene these two fantastic sisters were treating him to. The tip of the older girl's tongue slid from her mouth, wet and glistening in the light from the window. Tenderly, it tapped at the moist slit of Kari's cunt cleft. Almost daintily, she ran that flicking tip up and down the trembling groove.
The blonde's eyes fluttered closed as a low moan worked its way up from the depths of her throat. Featherlike in its softness, Janice's tongue moistly traced up and down the gash of her cunt. It wasn't the tongue she wanted there. But from the expression of arousal on Neal's face, his tongue, as well as his cock, would get a taste of her pussy before this evening ended.
"Goddamn!" he groaned from behind he kneeling girl, his cock pounding with need. "This is the sexiest thing I've ever seen."
Kari would have answered, but all she could manage was an amused chuckle between the increasing moans her sister's twirling tongue pulled from her lips. It was sexy, but much more sex to feel it than to watch it.
Between watching her stepfather balling Neal's mother and then watching Neal ball her sister, her own body was aching for sex. Janice's eager mouth was hot and wonderful, feeding the desires that consumed her. Up and down that dexterous oral digit danced, licking and laving around in the oozing juices that flowed from her pussy.
She sucked and swallowed loud enough so that both her sister and the boy plugged in behind her could hear as well as see her oral activities. Then her tongue uncurled from her mouth once again, tickling up the quivering slit of her sister's parted labia to the growing button of her clit. Tenderly she nudged the pleasure bud of the girl's cunt. Bolts of sizzling lust blasted through the blonde and a deep, throaty groan was wrenched from her lips.
Continuing her delightful tauntings, the redhead circled the extended nubbin with her tongue tip. She bathed it with the moisture of her own saliva, as she laved back and forth over the needy little bud. Then her lips closed around her sister's clit and she sucked. Not hard but gently her pouted lips worked up and down on the extended button, as if she were sucking a small penis.
Kari's hands no longer spread the gash of her cunt. Instead, her fingers gratefully weaved through the red mass of her sister's hair, then caressed the older girl's cheeks. Her legs trembled and then threatened to collapse, but she managed her somewhat precarious balance. She groaned and moaned, her heavy tits rising and falling in labored pants of mounting lust.
Those marvelous lips slid off her clit and that busy tongue went back to work. Downward it slipped, easily spearing into the heated hole of her cunt. In and out it worked, whipping back and forth like a miniature prick. There was no way that oral probe could have filled her greedy cunt, but at the moment it didn't matter. All that did matter was that it was embedded in her pussy and was moving with lusty animation. There was no longer any hope of containing the flood of want and need growing in his loins. Gripping the smoothly rounded cushions of Janice's ass like fleshy handles, he rammed himself into the steaming recesses of her tight cunt. Deeply he buried his shaft in the quivering channel of her belly.
With equal roughness he jerked back only to pole inward once again. He wouldn't last long at this pace, but it didn't matter any longer. All that mattered was to blast the aching lust from his groin-to fuck this willing young woman who had spread her thighs for him.
In and out he drilled, his pelvis slamming into the upturned curves of her ass. Again and again with reckless abandon, he sheathed and re-sheathed his prick in the liquid fire of her pussy. Over and over with urgent need, he plowed that moist furrow of her sex.
With desire that matched his, Janice's tongue licked and laved around in her sister's cunt. She ate the blonde with unabandoned relish. And the girl standing over her groaned and moaned out the full pleasure she was receiving. The blonde's hips hunched back and forth, fucking herself on her sister's face.
Kari's piteous cries of need rose higher and higher as the pulsing pleasure throbbing within her thighs expanded. She came, stumbling back onto her stepfather's bed, lying there as the shuddering force of her climax blasted through her body.
As the thick, hot fountains spurted up from hi balls, soaking the interior of her cunt with his seed, the redhead came. Together they quaked and trembled as their mutual orgasms locked them in the arms of ecstasy.
He must have emptied a full gallon of sperm and semen in that edacious cunt before his prick slithered limply from the oozing slit of her sex. He fell back onto the floor, lying there for minutes that seemed like hours, regaining his strength. When he finally pushed himself up, Janice was moving through the bedroom door. He glanced up at Kari who now lay on her side atop the bed.
"The bathroom," she answered his unspoken question.
For a moment they just gazed at each other, then she opened her arms to him. Without a word, he rose and went to her. Their lips met and pressed closely as their tongues lovingly darted in and out of each other's mouths.
"You're quite a girl," he whispered as they parted.
She smiled, "You dug it, didn't you?" "Huh?" he tried to play dumb, but it wasn't too successful.
"Balling my sister. You really dug it," she repeated.
"I'd be lying if I said I didn't," he answered. "But after all, it was your idea."
"I didn't notice you putting up any protest," she pouted.
"Hey, let's not start with that bullshit," he said. "You were really getting off watching us. And what about you and Janice. You never told me anything about that."
"Yeah, I did dig watching you fuck my sister," she agreed. "And you didn't seem to mind watching Janice eat my pussy."
"It just surprised me at first," he laughed. " just didn't realize you two were..."
He stumbled over his words, his eyes drifting from hers.
"Lesbians?" she asked. "I'm not sure what lesbian is. I dig what my sister does to me and like doing the same things to her. But I've never made it with another girl. And I know I like making it with you a hell of a lot better."
He grinned. "I can dig it. I do dig it. Like I said it was the sexiest thing I ever saw. I just didn't realize you and Janice were so, shall we say, close."
"She smiled. "I knew you'd understand. I guess that's why I love you so much."
"What?" he asked, unsure of what she had said.
"That's why I love you so much," she repeated.
He didn't answer. There was no reason for words. He just drew her to him and kissed her harder and longer than he had ever done before. There was more than lust and desire in that embrace, something they realized had been there before, but something neither of them had put into words until now. When they parted, they just stared at each other smiling and grinning, feeling all the warm wonderful things that raced around I within them.
"There's one more thing I've got to tell," Kari said, a sudden seriousness in her tones. "I'm not sure how you're going to take it. Mitch, it has to do with Mitch."
"What are you going to tell me?" he grinned.
"That you've been jumping into your stepfather's bed as well as your sister's?"
"That's exactly what I want to tell you," Kari answered, her eyes glued to his face and the blank expression that filled it.
Before he could utter a word, she quickly told him of the relationship Janice and she shared with their stepfather. He didn't answer, but rose from the bed and walked to the door and stared at the man and woman still lying naked on the grass of his backyard-his mother and Kari's stepfather. He felt the strange, forbidden desires stirring in his groin again as he gazed on the voluptuous beauty of his mother's bare flesh.
"Neal?" Kari called to him. "Neal, can you understand?"
"Yes," he nodded. He did. "I'm glad you didn't tell me until now. If you had told me all this only this afternoon, I think I would have gotten up and walked away from you forever. But a lot of things have happened tonight. A lot of things that have changed my whole outlook."
"What?" she asked, as he moved back beside her on the bed.
"I'm not sure yet," he answered. "I've still got to sort some things out. But I do understand and I don't think you're some sort of whore or kinky butch dyke. I still think you're the sexiest chick I've ever met."
"Neal, I love you," she replied throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him hard and long.
"There's a lot of things we've got to learn about ourselves, Kari," he said as their lips eased from each other. "I'd like the chance to learn them. I don't know if what we've got is something that will last forever. But while it lasts, I'd like for you to be a part of my life and I'd like to be a part of yours."
"Forever's a long time," she said, kissing him again.
"I don't think it would seem that long if you were there," he answered, his hands lovingly caressing her nakedness.
"Sorry to interrupt a very tender scene," Janice said from the doorway. "But this did start off as a threesome."
Kari laughed and waved her sister to the bed with them, giving her a kiss. Neal's own lips lightly kissed the redhead's right on the heels of the blonde's.
"I guess this means I'm still accepted as a member of the family," Janice smiled.
"I told Neal about Mitch and us," Kari said.
Janice's eyes darted to Neal's smiling face. "That's quite a lot of shocks for one night isn't it? First you see a man screwing your mother, then you find out your girl's sister digs you. Not to mention that we groove on woman-to-woman sex."
"Just one big happy family," Neal answered. "Except for Marta."
"I wouldn't worry about that," Janice answered, a knowing smile on her lips as if she realized the thoughts coursing through his brain. "I'd leave your mother to Mitch for awhile . . . and then..."
Her voice trailed off for a moment. "But right now, I think my little sister would like to have her man very much."
Janice's flashing eyes darted to Kari. Neal followed her gaze, watching the shivers of excitement that raced through the tantalizing blonde-haired girl.
"If you don't mind," Janice continued, "I'll see what I can do about helping the situation."
Without another word, she scooted around, her head dropping to the limp cock dangling from Neal's crotch. Her mouth opened and closed around his prick. Her tongue and lips immediately went to work, bringing new life to the cock her pussy had drained.
There was a rustle beside him, which drew his eyes up from the sexy young woman so provocatively sucking his cock. Kari now stretched out on her back. Her thighs were spread, lewdly exposing the still moist lips of her cunt. "Kiss me, Neal," she whispered, leaving no doubt that she meant her pussy rather than her mouth. "I want to feel your tongue inside me."
He smiled, reaching out and grasping her knees. As he pulled her to him, she scooted down. Then his lips were firmly planted on her vulva for his first real taste of a woman.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The department store had never seemed so oppressive in the eight years Marta Winter had worked there. Never had the prim and proper air she forced herself to maintain seemed so difficult. Monday was a minute-by-minute torture. And Tuesday was sheer hell.
And to make matters worse, Mitch Mason was gone. Business in two other towns had called him away for the week. She tried to rationalize away what had happened Saturday as a moment of indiscretion. That had lasted all of Sunday. By Monday the aching need within her body forced her to admit the truth-Mitch Mason was one hell of a man and she wanted more of him.
She tried to bury herself in her work and forget what had happened Saturday night in the backyard. It had worked for eight years. But it failed miserably this time. As she showed a new, sexy evening dress to a customer, her thoughts were on how she would look in that dress and how Mitch would react. Even at home when her eyes drifted to the backyard, she remembered.
By Wednesday everything she saw or touched reminded her of Mitch. She cursed herself. She tried to lose her thoughts in a good book or the offerings of television. Nothing helped.
The cold shower she tried when she arrived home Wednesday evening relieved the tensions a bit. But that quickly evaporated when Neal came in from work and announced Kari and he had a date for hamburgers and a movie.
It took a half-hour under another cold shower to push the vision of Neal and Kari making love from her mind. Afterwards she bundled herself in the softness of a terry-cloth robe and settled down on the couch with the television blaring and the latest copy of a news magazine that had arrived in the mail that morning, neither of which interested her much.
Deciding it was a good night to go to bed early, she pushed away from the sofa and walked to the kitchen for a glass of milk. As she extracted a carton from the refrigerator, the door bell rang. Tightly drawing the belt of her robe around her waist, Marta walked to the door and opened it just enough to peer out. Mitch Mason stood on the other side, grinning and with a bottle of wine in one hand.
"Mitch?" she muttered in disbelief. "I thought you wouldn't be back until Friday?"
"The problems that came up weren't as big as they sounded over the phone," he smiled. "All they needed was a bit of the old Mitch Mason touch. Hey, aren't you going to invite me in?"
"I've just got a robe on," she answered, flustered by her happiness at finding the man at her door and her disappointment at not appearing at her best for him.
"I'll go back to the house and get my robe, if it'll make you feel more comfortable," he chuckled.
"Don't be silly," she smiled, opening the door for him.
"Beautiful," he mused, as his eyes roved over the dark-haired woman. "Three-quarters of the women in this world wish they looked as devastating in a bath robe as you do."
"Bet you say that to all the women you just drop in on," she smiled, pleased by his compliment.
"Don't make a habit of just dropping in on women," he said. "However, neither Janice nor Kari is home and putting one and one together, I decided you would be sitting over here all alone. It seemed like a nice opportunity to drop in."
"I'm glad you did," she moved to him, kissing his cheek.
"Is that all I get after being away four days?" he frowned, getting a quick kiss on the lips from the woman. "That's a little better. But we'll see if we can't make it better after a bit."
The purpose of his visit was quite apparent. Marta shivered as delicious thrills of excitement coursed through her body. But at the same time, she felt as if she were being used. She tried to shake that feeling as they walked into the kitchen, but it nagged at the back of her mind.
"Milk?" Mitch glanced at her glass on the counter.
"I always have a small glass before I go to bed," she answered.
"Mmmmmmm," he smiled a very suggestive smile. "It seems that I timed my arrival perfectly."
His remark and smile bothered her. As much as she wanted this man, she didn't like his attitude. He couldn't just walk in here and expect her to jump into bed with him. That she wanted to do just that didn't matter. It was the principle of the thing.
Placing the bottle he had brought with him on the counter, he walked to her, his arms encircling her waist, "I think it's about time to see about that kiss."
She suppressed the arousal that welled within her loins, "I don't."
He looked at her, confusion in his eyes, "What's the matter?"
"I don't like the way you assume I'm going to pop into bed with you," she answered, her stare challenging him. "Just because we..."
"Just because I discovered you were a damn passionate woman Saturday night, you think you should play coy now," he snapped.
His abruptness stifled the words in her throat "Both of us aren't kids playing games," He continued. "We know what men and women are all about. My only assumption when I walked in the door was that after four days you would be just as glad to see me as I am to see you. Yes, I hoped we would go to bed together. I haven't met a woman like you in a long time. But it wasn't my only reason for coming over. However, when I saw you in that robe..."
He cut himself off and stared at her for a few moments without speaking, then said, "I guess I'll be going."
"No!" Marta shook her head, stopping him before he could take a step. "I want you to stay. And I want you."
He looked at her, but still made no comment.
"Saturday night ... Well, it's never happened to me before," she explained. "Since my husband's death, there haven't been many men in my life. And never one in this town. I just didn't want you to think I was some slut who allowed every man that came alone to take her to bed."
"I don't find myself attracted to sluts," he said simply. Then realizing more needed to be said. I'm a man who finds this sexy woman as a next-door neighbor. For most of a summer he thinks about her a lot, but never makes any attempt to get to know her because she surrounds herself with walls. Then suddenly I discover there is a woman behind those walls, a woman I find I like very much. That she seems to have a sexual appetite that equals my own makes it that much more interesting."
He paused again, "I think it would be best if I left. I think you need to sort some things out in your mind."
Again she stopped him, "No ... I want you to stay...in the bedroom." "Are you sure?"
"Yes," she nodded. "I do want you. I've missed you...missed you very much."
His head tilted forward and his lips met hers. Her mouth opened to him and the probing tongue that pushed itself forward. For moments the? just stood there, each soaking in the feel of the other, while their tongues flicked and teased with their mouths.
"Mmmmmmmm," she sighed as they parted. "You don't realize how much I have missed you."
"About as half as much as I've missed you," he smiled. "Woman, I haven't been able to get you off my mind. Even if the business problems had been mountains instead of molehills, I think I would have found some way to bulldoze them and get back here as early as possible."
"Then you did come here after my body?" she said, a coy sparkle flashing in her eyes.
"It's a body that any man would come after," he answered, pulling her to him once again.
The soft curves of her body pushed out from under her robe, as she burrowed against him. His hands roved over her back and down to the womanly mounds of her ass. His fingertips detected no trace of a bra or panties. His groin stirred with the familiar feelings of desire as he realized her luscious nakedness was so close to him.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned as their lips separated again. "If you keep that up I don't think we'll make it back to the bedroom."
"We could always move into the living room," he whispered as his teeth lightly nibbled at the delicate lobe of her ear. "It's closer."
"Noooo," she answered, quivering under the taunting thrills of his tongue circling around her ear. "I want you to make love to me in the bedroom ... in the bed."
"Yes, ma'am," he whispered, his lips moving to the white arch of her neck. "The bedroom it is."
Then as an afterthought he asked, "Are you fresh from the shower?"
"About a half-hour ago," she answered. "Why?"
"I was just wondering how you would react to getting that tight pussy of yours licked," he replied, his hands clamping firmly down on the terry-cloth covered cushions of her rump.
"I'd probably climb the walls with excitement," she shivered, obviously aroused at the prospect of having his tongue waggling around within her cunt.
"Then I suggest we find that bedroom as quickly as possible," he answered.
"Right this way," she smiled, her hands drifting over his crotch as she burrowed against him for another kiss.
When they parted, she took his hand and hastily led him down a short hallway to her bedroom. The room was like the woman herself-no frills. The decor was Spanish, a massive king-size bed and several equally massive chests of drawers and a dressing table. There were several well-reproduced Picasso prints on the wall. One small drawing particularly caught his attention. His mouth dropped open as he examined it closely.
"My god! This is an original!" he exclaimed.
"I brought it in Chicago several years ago," she answered. "It's not very good and it's considered trash by the critics. You know, just a hasty doodle he did. But it was so inexpensive and I couldn't resist buying it."
"I don't blame you," he smiled, turning back to her. His smile grew to a pleased grin and all thoughts of art, except for the living art work that stood before him, were erased from his mind.
Her white robe on the floor around her ankles, she stood naked for his eyes. Her dark eyes flashed with a fiery light of need as his gaze drifted over the supple curves of her body.
The dim light Saturday night had not done her justice. Her tits seemed bigger and fuller than they had that night. Her nipples, poised like dark cherries atop each of those milky white globes, were much fleshier than he remembered. Her figure was lithe and graceful, drawing his eyes down over the slightly trembling flatness of her stomach to the patch of bushy, black pubic moss covering the plump mound of her cunt.
"You are beautiful," he said, his admiring gaze more than showing the sincerity of his words.
His comments weren't wasted on her. She shivered as she moved to the bed and sat on its edge. Her creamy thighs opened a bit, allowing him to see the dark crease of her labia beneath the triangular-shaped fleece of her pubic hairs.
"I think some one mentioned something about ... uh ..." she stumbled over her words, as if embarrassed to say them.
He said them for her. "Licking that lovely pussy? Running his tongue up into the tight tunnel of your cunt?"
"Yesss," her excitement hissed. "Licking my pussy."
"That's exactly what I intend to do," he grinned. "Then, before I fill that lovely cunt with my cock, I'm going to feel your lips around me."
"In my mouth?" she quivered, her lips parting a bit to reveal the moist pinkness of her tongue.
"All the way down your throat," he nodded, while his fingers freed the buttons of his shirt and slipped it from his body.
He could feel her eyes as his hands drifted to his belt and then to the zipper of his slacks. Peeling the trousers from his legs, he quickly worked his shorts down. His cock sprang into freedom, hard and swollen. Its needy-looking head glistened with clear drops of preseminal fluid.
"Every inch of it," he grinned up at the dark-haired beauty on the bed. "You're going to taste every inch of it... after I have my taste of you."
Her thighs drifted further apart as he approached. The lewd slit of her pussy was already damp with just the thought of his mouth on those plump lips. His eyes caught a wave of gooseflesh move across her shoulders as he lowered himself to the floor in front of her.
Reaching out, his hands caressed the silky smoothness of the interior of her thighs. She moaned, her whole body trembling with anticipation. His eyes drifted up to hers. He smiled, then returned his attention to the dark-fleeced mound of her pubis.
Knowing that her gaze followed his every movement, he slowly leaned forward. His lips puckered. Then he pressed them firmly against her cunt.
"Ohhhhhh!" her voice quavered and her body shook with the excitement of that intimate kiss "My god, it feels so good!"
He didn't doubt that it did. The thought of he luscious lips wrapped tightly around his prick had him as rigid as a rail. But at the moment hh had other things to attend to, mainly one very lovely and very aroused pussy he had promised to lick.
Lick he did!
Making sure she could see his actions, he slowly extended his tongue, while his fingers positioned themselves to each side of her cunt. Easing the plump lips of her outer labia back with his hands, he let the tip of his tongue trace up and down the pink cleft of her pussy.
"God! My sweet god." she groaned with abandoned relish as his inquisitive tongue laved around the mouth of her sex.
She tasted like a woman. It was a deep, musky taste, slightly saline in flavor. Not at all offensive and damn exciting. He smiled to himself at the thought of all the men in the world that denied themselves the pleasure of treating their women to a pussy licking because they felt it was was unmanly. The only thing unmanly about refusing to give a woman head was that no real man would deny a woman pleasure.
And at the moment he had no intentions of denying this sexy woman anything.
Wiggling a finger to the top of her cunt gash, he found the pebblelike nubbin of her clitoris. Gently, with soft brushing strokes, he cajoled the bed of flesh out from under its hood of flesh. Then with equal tenderness, he rubbed and caressed the button of feminine pleasure.
He had once heard a doctor's wife tell another woman that she had been married ten years before she even realized that she had a clit. He hadn't doubted the woman's statement. Too many men feel that a woman is supposed to lie subserviently beneath him, accepting the cock he feeds into her body. Never is there a thought given to the woman's needs. The woman he now ate had a clitoris and he damn well wanted her to know it.
She did. Her body shook with the mounting thrills his tongue and finger stirred within her loins. Appreciatively she reached down and lovingly caressed his cheeks. Her fingertips could feel the motion of his darting tongue within his mouth. And her eyes could see the moist, pink whip that lashed up and down the wet slit of her cunt. That was when she could keep them open long enough to enjoy the sexy view he presented as he knelt between her willing thighs.
He taunted and teased for moments before he actually drilled his oral digit into the steaming heat of her pussy. But when he did, he brought a deep, throaty moan from the woman seated above him. His taunting had brought forth the keen awareness of his action that he wanted. Now he licked and laved with fervent alacrity as he sought to bring her to the heights of desire.
Just as a woman's mouth can never be the same as the caressing warmth of her pussy, a man's tongue can never replace the filling sensation of his cock. However, this man was doing his best to imitate the plunging strokes of a prick. In and out he invaded the aching hole of her cunt. Again and again his tongue whipped and twisted around within her vagina.
She could hear his loud, oral sounds as he licked and sucked the thick flood of juices flowing within her body. The feel of him, the sexy sight of watching him devour the pinkness of her cunt, and the urgent sounds of his smacking lips were too much for her to endure for long. She came.
Shoving his head into the dampness of her pussy, she came. Her moans filled the room. Her violent shuddering rocked the bed. She thrashed and writhed as that delightful oral probe slowly pushed in and out of her pussy until she floated back to earth from the plateau of ecstasy he had taken her to with his most intimate of kisses.
His face glistened with the moisture of her cunt when he rose and stood over her. His smile answered the pleasure in her eyes.
"You're all wet," she grinned, pointing to a box of tissues on her dresser.
He grabbed one and wiped away the traces of her pussy juice, "So are you."
"I feel like there's still an ocean inside me," she answered.
"Just a minor sea," he laughed. "I sucked away the ocean."
Her eyes dropped to the rigid lance of manhood jutting from his crotch as he spoke those last words. Again her lips parted and her tongue flicked out, slickening them.
Without so much as another gesture from the man standing before her, she pushed herself up so that she once more sat on the edge of the bed. His prick, fat and swollen with its need for her, bobbed only a few inches from her mouth. Saliva welled in her mouth. But she hesitated from accepting the meaty offering extended to her.
How could she tell him that she had never had a man within her mouth before, not even her husband? Her generation had been brought up believing that only whores and perverted degenerates participated in oral sex. Yet he had just proven to her what a marvelous experience it could be. She wanted to return that pleasure. She wanted to give him what he had given her. But she didn't know what to do.
"Kiss it," he whispered, as if he realized what was running through her mind. "Kiss it nice and easy."
As he watched, her head tilted forward. Her lips, soft and warm, brushed against the straining head of his prick. Shivers of excitement sizzled through his legs. His cock jerked and twitched with abandoned delight.
She had caused that! The thought that her mouth gave him so much pleasure excited her. Again she kissed the thick crown of his manhood, delighting as she once more drew a similar reaction from him.
She was no longer hesitant. Unsure, but not hesitant.
Gripping the throbbing stalk of his sex, she pulled him down a bit. Imitating his own actions, her tongue unfurled from her mouth and touched the slitted hole at the center of his glans. When that tongue came back it carried one of the crystal drops that oozed from his cock. For the first time in her life, she tasted a man, really tasted a man.
It wasn't a sweet taste. There was nothing honey or nectar about it as she had often read in sex books. It was a bit salty and warm. But it didn't offend her. It was a taste she could easily get to like, even enjoy, realizing that taking this pulsating rod into her mouth would give this man pleasure.
When her tongue extended again, it did more than just touch the bulbous knob of his glans, it washed over the sensitive surface of his cock. She bathed him with the warm moisture of her tongue. Her second taste of a man was much more exciting, both to her and the man standing over her.
"Suck it," he whispered down.
Her eyes rolled up to his. A smile turned up the corners of her mouth, then those lips spread wide and even wider. When her face dropped back to his crotch, she swallowed up the majority of his prick, perhaps a bit too much for her first attempt at cocksucking. She gagged a little.
But his hands were gently caressing her head and he was whispering once again, "Breathe through your nose. Breathe deeply through your nose."
She did as he directed. Her delicate nostrils flared widely as she dropped back down on the shaft. She couldn't take all of his imposing length, but she took enough so that he groaned and quivered. Her lips clamped tightly around his ponderous stalk of cock as she pulled off him.
Again she sucked in her breath through her nose and dropped back down the throbbing shaft of dick. Then up, then down, then up, then down. She found an easy rhythm which brought life to his groins. His pelvis swayed a bit as he eased his prick in and out of her face.
Possessing him this way, in her mouth, thrilled her. Every cell in her body tingled with aroused excitement. Another ocean of juices flowed within her pussy. She had never imagined it would be like this. He was so soft and smooth to her tongue as she swirled it around his pulsing circumference. Yet he was hard and rigid. As she accepted the little thrusts of his hips, it felt as if he could crack her jaws with that massive pole of man meat. She had been wrong to wait this long to give her mouth to a man.
Up and down her head bobbed as she impaled herself on his prick. She swallowed, drinking down the mixture of saliva and male fluids. Down and up her taut lips slid along the ponderous staff of his sex. Her tongue licked and laved. Her mouth sucked eagerly like a natural-born cock-sucker.
The man standing before her groaned. His legs trembled with the rush of lusty sensations her mouth was creating within his groin. She controlled him and she loved it. She nibbled a bit on the fat slab of his prick and he whimpered with the strange mixture of pain and pleasure she created. She sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing deeply with the ardent intensity of her desire, and he groaned, loud and husky. She whipped her tongue around his stiff stalk and he shook with need-laden tremors.
It was a fantastic power she held over him, one she explored to the fullest measure. Out and in she sheathed him in the humid interior of her face. He throbbed and jerked as he slid over the velvet carpet of her tongue. He quivered and trembled as he neared the point of release.
His eyes were riveted to that edacious mouth wrapped around his prick. Fascinated, he watched as his saliva-glistening prod eased into fee moist caress of her mouth. Deeper and deeper with each little jerk of his hips, he fed her inch on inch of swollen cock. She took him, sucking and licking as if she were some child with a candy stick.
His balls were on fire with need. However he clamped down with all his might, holding bad the flood of lust that churned within his testicles He watched his prick move in and out of her face Her cheeks bulged as his thick tube pushed inward. Then, as he evacuated her face, those glowing cheeks sunk inward, preparing for his next tiny thrust.
The knobby crown of his cock nudged at the back of her throat now. Her nostrils flared in all earnest as she sucked in her breath to avoid gagging once again and spoiling the pleasure she provided for this man. Harder and harder she sucked, gobbling up the thickness that invaded her mouth. Deeper and deeper she took him, her luscious lips slipping closer and closer to the hairy base of his prick.
She licked and laved, igniting searing pleasure over the super-sensitive head of his cock. She laved and licked, washing every inch of that ponderous rod with the moist whip of her tongue She sucked, drawing him as deeply as she could within her mouth, then letting him slither into her throat. She sucked, reveling in the moany groans that were now constantly flowing from his throat.
She felt the base of his shaft swell. She knew what was happening, but she didn't care. She could have easily slipped her face from him, but she didn't want that. She didn't want to rob him of having her mouth totally. Her own trembling increased as she felt that knot of lust begin to work itself upwards, pushing toward the swollen head of his glans.
Higher and higher it moved. Her anticipation mounted for that moment when she would accept the cream of his release. She sucked harder, pulling at him. She licked wildly, whipping him on.
Then he came.
Hot scalding come blasted into her mouth. He splattered over the roof of her mouth, and coated the carpet of her tongue. Gush after hot gush spurted from that slitted mouth of his cock.
She was flooded. Her mouth filled with the thick, sticky fluids of his loins. She did the only thing she could to keep from drowning in the jetting fountains of sperm and semen. She swallowed, then she swallowed again, and again. She drank away the cream of his groin. She sucked at him, milking that jerking lance of manhood. Then she sucked some more.
His legs shook and quivered as if threatening to give way under him. His hands grasped her shoulders, clinging tightly to retain his balance. He groaned gratefully as he emptied the penned up lust of four days into the oral chalice surrounding the twitching spike of his cock.
"No more," he moaned, pleasure rapidly transforming to pain. "I can't take any more." Despite her want to keep him there with her mouth, she slid back, his glistening shaft popping free of her lips and jerking in the air. For moments he just stood there, clinging to her shoulders as he regained a portion of the energy she had drained from him.
When at last his eyes pushed open their pleasure-sated lids, he smiled down at her. "You're quite a cocksucker."
He meant it as a compliment and that was the way she took it.
Still shaking, he managed to lower himself to the bed beside her, his mouth covering hers. They kissed long and lingering, not so much in passion but in gratitude for the pleasure they had brought to one another with their intimate, oral caresses.
As they parted they both drifted to their backs, holding each other closely, happy in that moment in the nearness of the other. Neither spoke, nor was there need to.
CHAPTER NINE
It was Mitch's idea to spend the weekend at his cottage on the lake. Marta had no objections. Neal thought it was a great way to spend one of the last days of summer, as did Janice and Kari.
Loading up the Mason's car with enough groceries to last the five of them for two days and various suitcases packed with an assortment of casual clothes and swim suits, they drove up early Saturday morning. As it was, Mitch and Neal tried their hand at fishing while the women unloaded the car, an action that drew all sorts of cries of male chauvinism. However a fresh batch of bass for breakfast soothed over all ruffled feathers, besides providing a damn good meal.
After a lazy nap to allow their meal to settle, the five of them piled into Mitch's boat for a general sight-seeing tour of the lake. By noon they retreated back to the lake house to avoid the numerous skiers and fishermen who were quickly crowding the water. Other than an occasional swim, they spent the majority of the day just lying around soaking up the sun.
Somehow they all worked up the energy to lend a hand in preparing a minor feast for supper. The meal was fantastic and left no one in the mood for doing anything other than plopping down in a comfortable chair and watching television. As the late movie flickered on the screen, one by one the five of them gave in to the urge for sleep and drifted off to their separate rooms.
It was the opportunity Marta had been waiting for all day. With Neal and the two girls asleep, it would be easy to slip into Mitch's room.
Patiently holding in rein the desires she had felt mounting within her body all day, she showered and walked to her room. From her suitcase she pulled a very short, black negligee which she had purchased the evening before. Slipping it on, she modeled the scant nightie in her bedroom mirror. The sheer fabric did little to veil the voluptuous contours of her body-the exact effect she wanted. The hemline stopped at the tops of her thighs, leaving the dark hairs of her pussy peeking out from beneath. She could already imagine the look on Mitch's face when she stepped into his bedroom wearing this. Nor was their any doubt what his reaction would be.
Smiling smugly to herself, she eased back on her bed and watched the minutes tick away on the travel clock she had brought with her. Ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five, thirty. She held back the urges within her. Then she rose and quietly walked to the door to the room. Switching off the overhead light, she opened the door and peered out. Nobody was in sight. She listened and could hear nothing except the sound of the breeze moving through the trees outside. As she had hoped, everybody was asleep and everybody, except for one man, would remain that way.
Not bothering to close the door to her room behind her, she stepped down the hall toward the last room on the right. She had made careful note of that room earlier, because the last room on the left was Kari and Janice's room. Neal had been allocated the living room sofa for his bed.
Before the room she paused. A dim glow of light suffused from under the door. Apparently Mitch was still awake. Quietly, ever so quietly so as not to startle him, she turned the doorknob and gently pushed inward.
Then she closed the door quickly, so as not to be noticed.
Her heart throbbed somewhere in the middle of her throat and her temples pulsed like bass drums. Had she seen what she thought was in the bedroom? Was it possible her imagination was working overtime?
Not wanting to believe what she knew was the truth, she slowly opened the door a crack, so that she could peek in without being discovered. Again her eyes darted around the room, her heart pounding with angry excitement. There on the bed, naked and in each other's arms, were Janice and her stepfather-her Mitch!
She wanted to scream and run. It couldn't be possible, but her eyes told her it was true. Mitch was there, his mouth covering one of the fleshy mounds of his oldest stepdaughter's breasts. She tried to rationalize the scene, telling herself she had fallen asleep when she stretched out on the bed and was dreaming all this. It didn't work that what she was seeing was real. That rigid spike of aroused flesh spearing out from Mitch's loins was all too real to her.
It would have been bad enough to find Mitch with another woman, but with his own stepdaughter! Her whole body was hot and cold at the same time. She had to get out of the house. She had to wake Neal and have him take her home where she could lock out the scene she was witnessing, lock it out of her mind and her life forever.
But she couldn't move. Despite everything within her that urged her to run and hide, she couldn't move. Her eyes were glued with fascination to the man she had come to offer her body to and the sexy redhead who now lovingly stroked the erect column of his cock with her long fingers. Janice's fingers on her cock! Whether or not she wanted to admit it, her cunt was quickly filling with the juices of arousal. On more than one occasion since she discovered Neal was balling this girl's younger sister, she had fantasized her son making love to her. Now she stared at her man living those fantasies with his stepdaughter.
Her face flushed red with embarrassed excitement. She wanted to see Mitch fuck this girl. She wanted to watch as he plunged his massive cock into the silk-fringed hole of her cunt. Her tits heaved heavily as she gazed at the two lovers. Her tongue flicked over her lips. Her pussy ached with the dull throbbing of need.
As she watched, the redhead's legs eased apart, exposing the pink-lipped slash of her cunt for Marta's eyes. Then Mitch's hand was there and his finger wiggled up into the open slot of the girl's pussy. The young woman moaned, her own hand closing tightly around the unbending lance of her stepfather's sex wand.
"You hot little bitch," she heard him whisper. "There's enough juices in you to float an ocean liner."
"And enough to take this beautiful pussy pleaser of yours," the girl whispered back. Her hand jerked at him in a tight fist. "I want this! I want it so deep I can taste it in my mouth."
He rolled atop her, letting her hand guide his lance of lust to the moist lips of her vulva. "Now I'm going to fuck this tight pussy until you beg me to stop."
"Yesss," she hissed with definite relish. "Cram it in me, every inch of it. Cram it all the way to my mouth!"
His hips jerked up and he sagged into her. In one hard down stroke, he rammed every inch of his ponderous prick into the tight channel of her young cunt. He drilled deep, his hairy ball bag slapping lightly against the curves of her perky young ass.
"God! That's it!" the girl under him writhed as he skewered her wanton quim. "Sweet Jesus, I can't get enough of you! Fuck me! Fuck me hard and long!"
Up his ass jerked again, his buttocks tense like boulders of flesh. Marta could see the slick, shining length of his throbbing cock evacuate the redhead's pussy. Then he slammed forth, burrowing that long stalk of swollen man meat back into the heated recesses of her belly. The girl grunted under the heavy impact of his pelvis.
Again Marta attempted to divert her eyes from the scene she witnessed. But again she found it impossible. She never realized that two people in bed together could be so sexy to watch. That it was Mitch and Janice only added a wicked spice to the incident. As she gazed on, her hand slowly began to creep down toward the damp slit of her own cunt with the intent of relieving the growing desire that welled there.
"Harder!" Janice urged her stepfather on. "Give it to me harder! Harder!"
His hips responded. Up and down he plowed into the oozing lips of her cunt. His cock, throbbing and hard, delved deeply, attempting to drive up into her mouth as she had requested. It was an impossible task, but he gave it one hell of a try.
The young girl's hands clawed at his buttocks. She pulled at him with needy urgency. She threw him into her body, worshipping the fat length of cock that filled her. She moaned as every inch of his magnificent plunger packed its way into the stretched confines of her oh, so tight pussy.
"Ahhharrggahhh!" he moaned, as she clamped the spongy folds of her cunt down around the pulsating stalk of his prick.
She was a slippery sluice of thick womanly juices. But not that slippery. When she squeezed those superb vaginal muscles he felt her along the total length of his manhood. The sensations were wonderful. It was like being trapped in a fiery volcano of lust-a trap he had no intention of making an escape from.
The tightness of Marta's cunt yearned for that swollen shaft. Had Mitch's head suddenly turned to the door and spotted her there peering in on Mm and his stepdaughter like some peeping Tom Lie would have been unable to move. Had he summoned her to him she would have come, no matter if she had just seen him fucking ten different women. She wanted him, wanted him as she had never wanted a man before in her life. Even the finger that slipped wetly in and out of her cunt could not relieve that need.
Janice's legs suddenly doubled and rose into the air so that her knees pointed toward the ceiling with her feet flat on the sheets beneath her naked body. The man riding atop that beautiful nakedness of youth groaned as he plunged deeper into the caressing, liquid heat of her body. His hunching hips jerked and twisted, grinding hard into the willing socket of her cunt.
"Good!" the girl moaned. "I can feel you up in the middle of my belly. You're so damn deep! It's wonderful!"
It was! There was no way he could deny thai His stepdaughter made love with abandoned desire. She fucked like a wild woman. She focused every bit of her mind and body on him and his thick, throbbing cock. She was unlike any woman he had ever known. Her passion was a frenzy-a zealous dance of desperation until the lust of her desire was quenched. Then and only then did she enjoy being taken long and slow.
Recognizing this need, he pumped his cock into the aching hole of her sex. Up and down like a battering ram, he threw himself into her young body, straining the taut walls of her vagina with each plunging thrust. Out he wrenched, unsheathing the swollen rod of his sex.
"Deeper! I want you deeper!" the young redhead thrashing under his weight begged. "God! I can't get enough of you!"
He slid his hands beneath the cushions of her hind cheeks. Again the angle of his entry changed and he slid deeper into the juicy channel of her tight pussy. She groaned, her hips twisting around a bit so that the folds of her cunt undulated around the ponderous lance of flesh impaling her.
Deeper, Marta repeated the young woman's urgent pleadings. She wanted him to slam that thick prod all the way into her mouth. She wanted him to plunge that swollen shaft of pleasure into her own body. Her body trembled with the heat of arousal. Her mouth was dry and parched. Her temples throbbed with the maddening tempo of their hunching bodies.
Mitch! she cried out in silence to him. Take me! Fuck me!
But the man was too deeply entrenched in the juice-oozing furrow of his own stepdaughter's cunt to have noticed her pleas even if she had voiced them. He grunted and groaned with bestial lust as he crammed home the aching stalk of his need. Again and again he crammed the young woman's love channel full of very hard and very swollen cock.
Again and again she opened herself to him, accepting every inch he offered. Her hands gripped his ass cheeks in desperation as she attempted to drag him even deeper into the quivering pocket of her sex. She whimpered out to him, whispering into his ear the wonderful sensation his fat prodder was creating in her wanton body. She begged him to drive himself even deeper into the tender recesses of her pussy.
Again responding to her desires, he slipped his hands from under her ass. Wedging his palms between her thighs and calves, he suddenly pushed her legs upward toward her chest. She grunted in surprise, then cried out in sheer pleasure as the massive spike of cock delved up into unreached recesses of her aching channel.
He was deep, deep enough to touch her very soul. She could no longer speak, only moan and groan. It was as if his prick had suddenly grown by two extra inches. The very tip of his glans nudged at the ring of her cervix. Tinges of pain mixed with the swirling lust that consumed the cleft of her loins-pain that only served to heighten the flames of her passion. There is a thin line that separates pain and pleasure, a threshold where sexual heat melts the two into one. She had crossed that threshold.
Harder and harder his hips hunched into the uptilted groove of her body. He rammed into her with deep, brutal strokes. His own lust now commanded him. She writhed beneath him; she cried out in need and want. And he poled down into the clingy chamber of her vagina, trying to nail her
to the bed with his demanding spike.
Her ass twitched and wiggled around, sucking at the tremendous shaft that splayed the lips of her cunt. She was close, so close. She ached, ever cell of her body screaming for the release of the agonizing desires they held.
Higher and higher the rushing waves of pleasure washed through her body. Deeper and deeper his pistoning cockshaft drove into the opened gash of her body. Harder and harder she hunched into him.
The throbbing heat in her thighs expanded. It grew, forming a nebula of passion that suddenly exploded, throwing her into the magnificent pleasures of orgasm. Groaning out the full violent extent of her release, her legs abruptly circled his waist and squeezed him, holding him deeply with her body as she soared on the winds of ecstasy.
It was like being trapped in a velvet-lined vise. She squeezed at him, holding him immobile within her. Try as he may, he couldn't move, though he had no need to move. The contracting folds of her pussy were all he needed. He simply relaxed and allowed the burning seed of his loins to spurt up through the center of his cock and fountain into the quivering channel of his stepdaughter's pussy.
He groaned as that fiery load seared over the sensitive head of his prick. He twitched under the wonderful pulsing of his cock. He shuddered as he blasted jet after jet of thick, white come into the greedy hole of the redhead's sated body.
Then, drained of the demanding lust that had driven him to the frenzied heights of desire, his limp body sagged onto the voluptuous bed of his stepdaughter's body. They clung together, unaware of the eyes that watched from outside the bedroom.
Marta was fevered with need. Her whole body screamed out to be taken. Her shaking hand reached out and gripped the doorknob once again. Even with Janice still in his bed, she was willing to enter Mitch's room and offer her body to him. Slowly, she began to open that door.
A hand suddenly touched her shoulder. She jumped in surprise, but managed to stifle the cry of surprise that worked its way up her throat.
A soft, husky voice behind her called to her in a whisper, "Marta."
CHAPTER TEN
Marta twisted around, her eyes wide with fright and confusion.
Kari stood there. A knowing smile moved across her lips.
"Marta," the young blonde repeated.
Bewildered and disoriented by the strange emotions and desires coursing through her body, the older woman simply stared, unsure and uncertain of herself or of what Kari had seen. She trembled a bit, afraid of her own self.
"Lovely Marta," Kari whispered again, her hand stretching out to Marta.
For the first time Marta realized the girl was dressed in a shortie nightie similar to the one she wore, except it was pink and dipped several inches lower, hiding the mound of her sex. While she examined the girl, she was aware of the blonde's own gaze as it moved over her trembling breasts. Kari's hazel eyes drifted down over her body, lingering at the dark bush that peeked out from under the hem line of her negligee. Marta shivered beneath the intimate probing of those shining eyes.
"Come with me, Marta," the girl whispered, the fingers of her extended hand signaling to her.
Uncertain, Marta lifted her arm and placed her hand within the girl's palm. She shivered again as those soft, warm fingers closed around her hand. Her eyes rose to the young blonde's once again. Kari smiled, reassuring her.
Without another word, the girl turned and Marta followed her into the room. The door closed and a light flashed on, flooding the darkened bedroom with brightness. Marta blinked, forcing her eyes to accept the harsh intrusion.
The girl's hand tugged at hers. Like a woman lost in a bewildering dream, Marta followed her. Kari's hand then slipped from her grasp. The older woman felt the soft insistence as the blonde's hand lightly touched her shoulders and eased her down to the bed so that she sat on the edge.
"They're exciting together, aren't they?" Kari smiled.
"What?" The older woman blinked with uncertainty. "What did you say?"
"Janice and Mitch," the girl replied, "They're exciting together."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Marta answered, hoping against hope that Kari was only guessing at what had happened.
She wasn't.
"I was watching you," the young girl said simply. "It was getting to you, wasn't it? It always gets to me. I don't understand why you didn't just go in there and join them. I would have."
Marta stared at the girl. Had she heard her correctly?
"Poor baby," Kari continued. "You're trembling. It did get you worked up. I should have realized. After all, you are flesh and blood. You're not unfeeling stone."
Kari's hands rose to her shoulders again. Her tender fingers lightly massaged the taut muscles running along her neck and shoulders. Marta felt that strange, shivering excitement rushing through her body again. Involuntarily, a little moan sighed from her lips.
The husky soft quality had returned to her voice. "A girl shouldn't allow herself to get so uptight."
Shadows, vague outlines of voluptuous curves, shifted beneath the translucent fabric of the young girl's nightie. For moments Marta's gaze was arrested by the swaying movement of those shadows. Then she realized just what had drawn her attention. Kari's ripe young breasts! She was shocked by the half-veiled thoughts that moved through the back of her mind. Her eyes darted up.
Kari smiled down at her, that knowing expression on her lovely face.
It's no wonder Neal is mesmerized by this girl, Marta found herself thinking, she's beautiful.
So is Janice, her thoughts continued. Beautiful and young.
Desire quaked through her trembling body as she remembered the scene she had witnessed the other room. Janice-that beautiful, young, redhead on her back beneath Mitch! And that long, thick column of his prick running in and out of her cunt! She moaned despite herself, moaned in fiery need.
"Easy," Kari whispered tenderly. "You've got to relax. If you don't unwind, you might blow a fuse or something."
The fingers of one of Kari's hands moved beneath Marta's chin. The dark-haired woman felt her fumbling with the slim, black bow which held her nightie closed at the neck. She realized what the girl was doing, but she found herself unable to react, unable to raise a hand to stop her.
There was a slight tug.
The thin ribbon came free. Wispy-feeling nylon slid over the trembling rises of Marta's trembling breasts. She moaned softly. Her delicate nostrils flared in a strange mixture of desire and confusion.
"Just a moment or two and we'll get you out of this thing," the sexy, young blonde smiled.
The girl's fingers drifted down the front of her negligee. Marta shivered. Even through the material covering her chest, she could feel the soothing warmth of those hands-feminine hands moving so close to her tits!
Kari's fingers found the tiny hooks hidden in the flows of sheer, black nylon. Easily, she unclasped the first. The nightie parted in a wide dipping "V". The next one slipped from its small eye and the nylon fabric drifted further apart. The bulging upper contours of the older woman's breasts were exposed now.
The young girl's eyes caressed those milky slopes. They looked so soft, almost flaccid. But she realized the appearance of that creamy flesh was deceptive. Marta's tits still retained the proud firmness of youth. The woman wore no bra beneath the flimsy nightie and there was only the slightest bit of sag to those large balls of marshmallowy flesh. Kari's breathing was sharp now, excited by the thought of caressing those breasts, kissing them.
Her fingers, trembling with eagerness, located the third and last clasp. She freed it. Her fingertips tucked under the black nylon and eased the nightie open. Her gaze drifted over the unveiled whiteness of Marta's bosom, marveling in the beauty of the woman's breasts.
"Lovely," she whispered. "So lovely."
Marta moaned with shivery arousal as the girl slid the negligee from her shoulders. She was completely aware of what was occurring. Kari was about to make love to her. Her body was going to be touched and explored by another woman for the first time in her life!
There was a brief moment of panic, but she suppressed it. She wanted this girl. She wanted to feel her warm hands drifting over her body. She wanted to revel in the touch of a woman.
"Lie back," Kari directed her, as she carefully placed the black nightie on a nearby chair. "Lie back and relax."
Marta did as she was told. Scooting back onto the bed, she stretched out, unashamed of her supple nakedness.
The beautiful, young blonde stood there at the side of the bed for a moment. Her hazel eyes were a tender caress as they drifted over the supine voluptuousness of the other woman's body. There was a welling dampness within the quivering channel of the girl's pussy. Never before had she known another woman other than her sister. And this one, this beautiful woman, was the mother of her lover. Her whole body tingled with excited, carnal awareness.
Tucking her hand beneath the hemline of her own nightie, the blonde wiggled provocatively as she pulled it over her head. Marta's gaze followed her, her eyes devouring the lithe, full curves of the girl's young, pink body. The woman's eyes drifted between the silken smoothness of the girl's thighs and to the yellow down that covered her pussy. Beneath that fleece of flax she could see the crease of her cunt lips.
"I'm not Mitch ... or Janice," Kari smiled coyly, as she settled on the bed beside the woman, stretching out so that the warm softness of their bodies caressed. "But..."
She never finished her statement. Her head leaned forward and her luscious lips covered Marta's. There was the moist, insistent flicking of her tongue and the woman's mouth opened with a piteous whimper of surrender.
As their tongues taunted and teased within each other's mouths, Kari's hands tenderly roved over the bulging domes of her lover's mother's breasts. She thrilled to the summery warmth that suffused from those pliant mounds of woman flesh. Her hands soaked up the radiating heat of sexual need as they slowly circled up the gently sloping curves. Her fingers tauntingly traced around the dark haloes that surrounded the fleshy buds of the older woman's nipples. Then she lightly teased around the stiff peaks of desire, drawing deep, satisfied moans from Marta's throat.
The girl's hands were so soft and warm on her bare flesh. Marta trembled as the arousal left with her from watching Mitch and Janice and the excitement of her present situation culminated. She gave into the urges of her lust, her own hands gently seeking and finding Kari's swelling tits. She squeezed into the firm globes of resilient flesh, just as she knew her son had done on more than one occasion.
While the dark-haired woman beside her worked all sorts of thrilling sensations within her breasts, the young blonde eased her mouth from the woman's lips. With a pleased smile her head ducked to the woman's chest and her lips surrounded one of the succulent morsels of her dark nipples.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Marta groaned out in abandoned pleasure as those moist lips sucked insistently at her breast.
Her voluptuous body writhed a bit, as if attempting to burrow beneath the girl. Kari aided her, rolling atop her body. While her tongue taunted the aching tip of her tit, the blonde hunched into the woman under her, rubbing the mounds of their cunts together.
Marta's own hips responded, arching upwards and rolling against the downy softness of the girl's pussy. There was an electric excitement in that intimate contact. Her body quaked and quivered as the mounting needs within her welled and throbbed through her spread thighs.
When Kari's face slid from the breast it possessed, she lightly kissed the smooth valley between the bulging mountains of white tit flesh. The sexy, dark-haired woman under her moaning with decided lust, the girl languorously kissed her way down and over the trembling flatness of her stomach. Her tongue darted into the sensual well of her navel and teased there for a moment or two before moving downward once again.
Marta tossed and thrashed in a lusty frenzy as the girl's lips inched closer and closer to the throbbing core of her need. That delightful, moist tonguetip taunted her, weaving through the dark patch of her pubic moss. Wetly it drifted downward as it tapped at the trembling groove of her sexual slit. Her pelvis hunched upward with the hope of entrapping that teasing little probe, but the girl was ready for her.
Instead of spearing her tongue into the heated hole of Marta's body, Kari coyly traced her tongue over the plump ridges of the woman's labia. She tickled there, licking lightly and stirring the fiery passion that already consumed the dark-haired woman beneath her. Tauntingly, she laved at the partially opened lips of her cunt mound, delighting in the wild sensations of feminine lust she ignited in this woman's loins.
Marta groaned. She ached to have the girl's tongue entrenched in the throbbing need of her quim. She whimpered piteously as she writhed on the bed. Every inch of her lovely nakedness quivered with fervid need, fevered ardor.
With almost sleepy languor, Kari wiggled her tongue-tip up the pouted pinkness of the woman's labia. So close yet so far away from the burning desire of her pussy, she taunted. Then in a quick, dipping motion, she drove her tongue into the moist plumpness of those trembling lips. Her oral probe tapped at the extended length of the woman's clit she knew she would find there.
"Aaarraagahhh!" Marta gasped in exquisite pleasure.
Like a tiny, wet whip, Kari's tongue lashed at the aching bud of sexual need. Back and forth she licked at the woman's pleasure button. Again and again she whipped, torturing the shuddering woman between whose thighs she knelt with blasting sensations of desire.
Then as if soothing away any pain she had caused, Kari's dexterous tongue laved tenderly around the sensitive nubbin. She kissed it, sucking at it with loving gentleness.
Marta reached down and grasped the girl's head, crumpling the wavy masses of blonde hair beneath her demanding fingers. She shoved at the young girl, pushing her face down between her opened thighs, pushing her laving tongue down along the juicy slit of her cunt.
This time the blonde did not deny her. Her twisting tongue plunged eagerly into the quivering channel of the woman's need. Hard and long she fed her oral digit up into the heated confines of Marta's pussy. Hungrily the girl licked and lapped in the steaming flow of juices she found there.
It was magnificent. Mitch's mouth had been oh, so wonderful down there between her legs. But this was the mouth of another woman, a feminine mouth. She had never expected that another woman could create such passion within her. Her body writhed and quaked with abandoned relish with each sharp thrust of the girl's tongue.
Unknown desires were awakened within her, desires that had lain hidden from her for all her life. She now opened her body to the sensations that rushed through her. She gave herself wholly and totally to the needs of her desires. She gave herself wholly and totally to the young girl that so wonderfully ate at her aching snatch.
Every minute movement of Kari's drilling tongue thrilled her. She felt its wetness lave over the trembling softness of her cunt folds. She savored the twisting little swirls it turned within her pussy. She moaned as it pushed in and out of the throbbing hole of her cunt. She whimpered and writhed, completely controlled by the never-ceasing licking and lapping.
Wet, loud oral sounds drifted up from between her thighs-smacking sounds, slurping sounds, swallowing sounds created by the avid pussy eating the girl was giving her.
Unlike the men's mouths that had given head to her passions, there was something new and exciting about this girl's mouth. A thrill of forbidden pleasures tingled in every cell of her body. The arousal of having a woman lavish her tongue up into the heated channel of her quim was maddening in its ecstasy.
Harder and harder Kari threw her oral probe into the quivering mouth of the woman's belly. Faster and faster she whipped around in the thick flow of Marta's cunt fluids. Eager and zealous in her every thrust, she gave the woman a pussy licking she would remember for the rest of her life.
Her crotch felt like a ball of fire as Marta thrashed wantonly on the bed. Her spread thighs held a burning pulse. With each plunging drive of Kari's tongue that throbbing heat was stoked higher and higher. She was near, ever so near. Her eyes fluttered closed as their desire-laden lids grew weighted like lead. Groans and whimpery moans constantly rose from her throat.
Her pelvis hunched. She shoved herself into the girl's beautiful face, surrounding the mouth of the blonde's face with the mouth of her cunt. She hunched and bucked urgently, fucking herself on that marvelous tongue that ran in and out of her body.
"My sweet god!" she cried out. "I'm close! So damn close!"
Responding to the woman's desperation, Kari upped the tempo of her oral plungings. In and out she thrust the moist, pink length of her tongue.
In a wild frenzy, she licked and laved over the tremulous folds of Marta's quaking cunt. She ate her, sucked her, licked her.
Then something invaded the bliss of the two women. Whether or not Kari was aware of that invader, Marta was. Despite the mounting desires swirling within her thighs, she forced her eyes open. He was standing there in the doorway to the bedroom.
Neal, her son, stood there. A wide grin was on his face.
And from his crotch shafted a rigid spike of cock.
How long had he watched them? Panic reeled through her brain. How long had he stood there watching his girl friend eat his mother's cunt?
At the same time she found herself admiring the strength that rippled through the young muscles of her son's body. His chest was sprinkled with a light growth of dark curly hairs which would thicken as he matured, she realized. A dark, thin line of those same black hairs ran down the center of his youthful stomach, matting thickly around his navel and even more thickly around the base of that thick shaft of his sex.
His cock, she rolled it over in her mind. He had come to Kari's room to make love to the girl now kneeling between her thighs. He had brought that rigid rod to fill Kari's young quim.
She shivered.
Her son's grin widened.
His dark eyes locked to hers, he slowly stepped across the room to the side of the bed. His imposing spike of manhood bobbed and twitched as he came toward her. Its swollen head was strained and needy looking. Glistening drops of preseminal fluids oozed from the slitted mouth of his glans.
He's aroused! The thought struck her like a bolt of lightning. Neal's aroused! He's turned on!
Then she realized her son was excited by the woman-to-woman scene he had witnessed. Did he realize that Kari made love with other women? Did he know of the incestuous relationship that existed between Mitch and the two girls?
His grin still on his face, his eyes drifted over the voluptuous nakedness of his mother's body. He had seen her from the bedroom window last Saturday night and ached for her. Now as he stood there so close to her bare body, his balls filled with a forbidden lust. He wanted to slide atop her supple warmth and cram his throbbing prick into the dark-fleeced mound between her spread thighs, while his hands squeezed roughly into the milky balls of her mammoth breasts.
But the sexy blonde crouched between his mother's willing legs was occupying the moist gash of her cunt. The girl's eyes rolled up to him, flashing with devilish delight. He had come here to sample the sweetness of her tight cunt. But now-now his attention was directed to his mother.
As her eyes watched him, he reached out and grasped the fat column of his cock. Slowly he ran a tight fist up and down its rigid length. Her nostrils flared and her mountainous tits quivered atop her chest. There was no doubt in his mind that she wanted to feel him in her as much as he wanted to be there. She wanted to taste the unbending virility of her own son's prick.
Taste her son's prick! Which is exactly what you'll do, dear mother, he smiled to himself, as he realized exactly what he intended to do.
Her eyes widened as he climbed onto the bed beside her. He stretched out beside her. She moaned as the warmth of his bare skin brushed against her. For a moment or two he just lay there, his eyes searching her face.
He twisted a bit. Hard and hot, his cock pressed firmly against her thighs. Stiffly it throbbed there, its bulging head jerking against her flesh. She shivered. Delicious thrills raced through her body, once more stirring the lust his sudden intrusion had quelled.
Then, without speaking, he kissed her. Without hesitation, she opened her mouth and accepted the gift of his tongue. Her hands released Kari's head and caressed the nakedness of his body. Her palms roved the rippling muscles of his back. Her fingers dug into the tense balls of his buttocks. And then her hands drifted to that demanding hardness of his cock.
He groaned low and deep, his lips easing from her mouth. Gently, ever so gently, her fingertips slowly traced up and down the throbbing lance of his manhood. He felt so good, so hard, so alive with need-a need for her!
Tauntingly her fingertips ran down along the ridged underside of his cock. Lightly her cool fingers cupped the dangling sac of his testicles. Swollen and full the kidney-shaped rocks careened around within their rumpled bag as she tenderly touched them. She held him there for a moment or two, as if feeling the weight of his youthful balls.
Then once again her fingers eased back to that adamant rod of lust. He groaned again. Her hand closed around him, squeezing with demanding tightness. Up and down that manly root her fist jacked, delighting in the pleasure she brought to her son.
Abruptly one of his own hands closed around her wrist, stopping the pumping action of her palm.
"Your mouth," he whispered. "I want you to take me in your mouth."
Before she could reply, he eased her fingers from his shaft and scooted up so that the ponderous stalk of his manhood bobbed but an inch from her nose. Her nostrils flared as she sucked in a deep breath. The musky odor of a man filled her with arousal.
Yes, she said to herself. My mouth!
Rolling to her side a bit, she once more captured the pulsating length of his cock in her hand. It throbbed and jerked with a lusty need that directed her. Her eyes rolled up to find him gazing down, a pleased smile on his lips.
Knowing that he watched her every move, she turned back to the club of man meat pulsing in her palm. She bent forward. Her lips pursed and she kissed the engorged crown of her son's cock.
He moaned, unable to restrain the pleasure that coursed through his body. Her lips were soft and soothing and warm. Their soft caress was like silk on the aching surface of his glans. His balls churned and burned with the desire to impale the lovely face that offered itself to him.
She inched back a bit. Her lips glistened with the wetness of his preseminal fluids. As he watched, the pink tip of her tongue flicked from her mouth and ran over the contours of her lips. When that moist oral digit returned to his mother's mouth, it carried a healthy taste of his juices.
He watched her as she savored his flavor. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. Apparently finding him to her liking, she came back for more.
This time her tongue unfurled from her mouth like a long pink snake. The tip, the very tip, touched the throbbing crown of his prick. It teased there, taunting at the pin-prick mouth of his glans, as if she were intent on drilling into him.
Again her tongue drew back into her mouth, tasting the crystal-clear drops of his oozing juices. When his mother's tongue returned to his cock it was in a long, wide swipe. His body trembled as the softness of her oral digit washed over his cock's head. Fire seared in his groin-fire of lust.
Lovingly she taunted her son. Her tongue circled the plum-like head of his prick. She bathed him in the moisture of her mouth. Again and again she licked at his glans as if they were some sugary lollipop.
Then her tongue moved downward. Flattening against his thick length, she licked down in broad strokes. A trail of shining saliva was left on him. Upwards she reversed her course, lapping toward the engorged tip of his cock. With one quick flick at his glans she licked down again.
This time her tongue didn't stop at the base of his shaft. Instead she probed at his dangling balls. Politely she licked them, then opened her mouth and captured his testicles. She sucked gently, fanning the flames of passion swirling within her son's loins.
When at last she released the rumpled bag hanging from his scrotum, she nibbled up his fatness until her teeth bit lightly at the fleshy knob of his glans. He moaned, fully aroused as those strange sensations of pleasure and pain washed through his shaft.
Her face tilted away from his cock once again, and her head lifted to him. His mother's dark eyes gleamed with the fire of lust. She enjoyed his prick. She enjoyed taking him into her mouth.
"Suck it," he urged, his prick jerking with impatient desire. "Suck me off!"
A pleased smile danced on her full red lips as she moved her gaze back to his cock. As he watched, those lips opened, forming a lewd circle. Her head eased forward. Closer and closer she inched, her nostrils wide with arousal.
His heart skipped a beat as her lips pouted over the thick shaft of his swollen cock. Inward he vanished into the edacious portal of her lips. He slithered over the velvet carpet of her tongue. His pulsating cock's tip nudged into the soft wetness of the back of her throat.
Lust pounded through his length as he gazed down at his cock securely entrenched in his mother's mouth. He jerked and twitched with flaming arousal. His prick banged around, pulsing against the roof of his mouth.
She moaned, very low and very softly. She held her son within the humid shelter of her face. She was receiving the offering of his cock. She smiled to herself. Less than a week ago, she had never tasted a man. And now she was giving her own son a blow job. With relish she ran her tongue around the firm solidity of his prick, loving the feel and flavor of him.
It would have been more than enough just to have him like this. But her arousal was more than doubled by the feminine tongue that still busied her cunt. She shivered. The dual stimulation of her fiery body was more than a woman could endure.
With abandoned eagerness she suddenly began to jerk her head off and on the straining length of her son's prick. She sucked at him; she licked at him, seeking to pull the thick cream of his groin into her mouth.
Between her legs Kari ate and lapped. Her tongue raced in and out of Marta's very womanly pussy. She realized that it would only be moments until Neal's excitement got the best of him. The first time she had taken Mitch, he had come in record time. She wanted Marta to share her son's release. So she doubled the intensity of her laving strokes.
Kari was right. Neal was unable to control the rising flood of sperm and semen that boiled in his balls. Despite the tightening of his loins, he could not retain the blasting force of his lust.
Upward in hot thick gushes the opalescent cream of his groin fountained. Shuddering and shaking with the fantastic sensations that raced through his body, he came. Unashamed, he emptied his fiery lust into his mother's mouth.
She accepted him. Scalding her mouth, he gushed forward. She swallowed down the oozing viscosity of his seed. She gulped down blast after blast of his release, then sucked and sucked, draining him of every last drop within his throbbing lance of manhood.
He groaned and quaked in deep satisfaction as the waves of fulfillment washed the tensions from his body. His prick still within his mother's mouth, he lay there moaning.
Kari's mouth wasn't to be outdone!
Marta had no more than swallowed the last of her own release when the blonde girl's tongue whipped her through the door of pleasure and into the arms of ecstasy.
Marta came!
Sliding off the quiet rod of Neal's cock, she thrashed and writhed on the bed as tremor after tremor of lust was unleashed within her. She cried out. She groaned. She whimpered. She moaned.
Her whole body soared higher and higher. Colors flashed through her mind melting into burning white, then back to the shattered hues of the spectrum. Her nakedness shuddered and quaked. For endless minutes she came. She savored every sensation the beautiful teen-age girl had released in her loins. Then softly she floated back to the earth.
When her eyes fluttered open, she was greeted by the pleased smiles of her son and his girl friend.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
While Marta and Neal recuperated from the draining exhaustion of their releases, Kari trotted from the room and returned with three glasses of ice water. Both the boy and his mother accepted them and drank deeply.
"Welcome to the family, Marta," Kari smiled as the woman lowered her glass. "I had a feeling that night you and Mitch got together everything was going to work out just fine." "Mitch and I?" Marta glanced up at the naked girl and then her son. "You know about that?"
Neal nodded, "I'm afraid we not only know about it, we arranged it."
"What?" his mother answered in confusion.
"Neal and I thought it would be nice if you and Mitch got together," Kari explained. "I'm afraid our curiosity got the best of us. We watched from Mitch's bedroom window."
"You saw?" Marta's eyes widened.
"Everything," Neal added.
"She knows about Mitch and us," Kari looked to Neal. "She saw Janice and Mitch in the other room."
"I don't know what to say," Marta muttered as she shook her head. "Too much has happened tonight."
"Don't say anything," Mitch Mason's voice came from the doorway to the bedroom.
All three of their heads turned to the man. Janice was at his side, smiling.
"Just accept it, Marta," he added.
"You too?" she said. "You knew all about this? I mean about Kari and Neal?"
"Not until right now," he answered. "If things hadn't worked out so damn nicely, I think I'd show the both of them that they're not too big to have their bottoms tanned. But things have worked out nicely."
"I need time to think about this," Marta shook her head.
"You didn't need time to think about it a few minutes ago," Kari said. "You did act with love. That's not a bad beginning."
Marta shrugged her shoulders and looked up at them with a grin, "Okay, where to now?"
"How about the kitchen," Mitch laughed. "I feel like I could use some breakfast."
"It's two in the morning," Janice replied.
"Bacon and eggs go good anytime, day, night or morning," he answered. "Besides, I need a rest."
Janice chuckled, as did Marta, Kari and Neal.
Following Mitch, all of them moved to the kitchen. However, when the two adults offered to help prepare the meal, they were waved into the living room. Not wishing to press the point, Mitch and Marta did as they were told.
"How did all this get started?" Marta asked as they took a seat on the sofa.
Mitch opened his arms and she snuggled into his shoulder, "I'm not sure. I know Janice and Kari were lovers before they brought me into the group."
He paused, as if gathering his thoughts, "It was two years ago, after my wife died, the girl's mother. Janice was home from school during spring break, if memory serves me correctly. I'm not sure how long she had been considering it, but one night she slipped into bed with me while I was asleep."
"When I woke up during the night, there she was. I was angry as hell. I said a lot of mean, nasty things. Called her a whore, a bitch, etc., etc., etc. She cried. It wasn't an act. That tore me up. The next thing I knew I was holding her, trying to comfort her. I kissed her, then she kissed me. Things just took their natural course from there. I don't think there's a man in this country that could've refused her. She was young, beautiful, legal and damn willing." He hugged Marta close.
"And Kari?" the woman pressed.
"On her birthday this year Janice told her everything that had been happening between her and me. I didn't know a thing about it until Kari came into my bedroom that night and demanded that if I didn't make love to her, she'd run away from home because I didn't love her," he answered. "I'd been through this once. I didn't fight it. Again Kari is very beautiful, sexy and eighteen."
Then he added as an afterthought, "For what it's worth, neither of them were virgins. They both had had boys before me."
"Did you know about Kari and Neal ... that they were lovers?" Marta continued her questions.
"No, not for sure. Though I think Janice did," Mitch replied. "If I had had to place money on it, I would have won. After all Neal's a handsome boy and Kari is quite attractive. They're both healthy and if something didn't click, I'd have been surprised."
"Weren't you worried about pregnancy?" she suddenly turned to him as if the thought had just struck her.
He laughed, "Hey, this is the age of the pill. The minute I found out Janice and Kari were women, I trotted them down to the doctor and saw they got the protection they needed. Neither of these girls is stupid. They keep a regular schedule with the doctor every six months, just to be on the safe side."
Marta smiled, "I don't know if I would have been as liberal if I had a daughter instead of a son."
"A double standard? My god, woman, that's the remark of a male chauvinist if I ever heard one," he grinned. "Best be careful. Janice and Kari are both libbers."
"Come on. I'm serious," she chided.
"So am I. Janice and Kari have got good, solid heads on their shoulders and I seriously doubt that either one of them will spend their lives as housewives," he answered.
"I mean about being so sexually free," she explained.
"Why not? The average female is capable of bearing children at thirteen. And the average male is capable of being a poppa at the same age," he continued. "Look at past societies. Even in this country people got married early, very early. However today we force our children to be adults when they're children. As soon as they become physically adults, we tell them they are still children and have to wait ten years until they are allowed to find out what their bodies are all about."
"Of course, there are a hell of a large number who don't wait," he added. "And a hell of a lot of young girls ending up with children they didn't want to begin with. All of this could have been avoided if the parents had been willing to look at life realistically, rather than letting some moralist or some preacher tell them how to live. But I guess that's too much to expect. Too many people want to be told how to live and what to do with their lives."
He stopped and grinned, "All of which has absolutely nothing to do with you and your reaction to what has happened tonight."
"I think Kari summed it up," Marta answered. "Love. Not the romantic bullshit, but the real thing. Do you understand?"
"Mmmm hmmm," he smiled, his head leaning toward hers.
Their mouths met and lingered together. Their arms entwined around each other. Their tongues taunted and flicked back and forth, taunting one another.
"Cool it!" Kari called from the kitchen. "If I remember correctly one of you two lovebirds ordered bacon and eggs. And this diner has got one hell of a mean short-order cook. I suggest you save that for later and come in here and make her happy!"
"Right!" Mitch called back as he eased from Marta's arms. "Time for breakfast at Mason's Nudist Camp!"
The meal was light, as was the conversation. Marta now realized that an underlying tension had been with the group all day. And now, now that she had discovered all the secrets tucked away within this small group of five, it was as if a tremendous load had been lifted from everyone's shoulders.
"That was good," Mitch patted his bare stomach and smiled as he pushed away from the table. "I even volunteer to clean up the mess."
"Will wonders never cease!" Janice laughed. "I bet you think one of us is going to feel sorry for dear old dad and offer to do it for him, don't you?"
"Well," he smiled, "the thought did pass through my mind."
"Shall we say, you made your bed, now lay in it," Janice grinned.
"Out!" Mitch took a mock swing at his red-haired daughter. "I don't have to put up with bad puns!"
"I offer my assistance," Marta spoke up. "Not a bad bed to lay in," Kari whispered to Neal.
"Speaking of laying," he whispered back, "I was on my way to..."
The perky little blonde never gave him a chance to finish his statement. Grabbing his hand, she practically dragged him from his chair into the living room.
Janice politely waited a moment or two, then quietly slipped from the room after her sister and her boyfriend.
"What was that all about?" Marta glanced at Mitch. "My guess is that your son is about to find his hands filled with two very sexy and very active girls," Mitch smiled.
"Both of them?" Marta's eyes widened.
"Why not," the man beside her answered. "You just had two lovers at the same time."
She never had blushed in her life. But Marta Winter blushed. Mitch laughed and pulled her to him, their mouths taking up where they had left off in the living room.
"I want you," he whispered. "I want you right now."
"In here?" she smiled coyly. "That floor is awfully hard. Unless you're suggesting you lie on your back."
"Neither one of us is going to lie on his back," he smiled.
"Standing up?" her eyes widened. "That could be a bit uncomfortable. You are quite a bit taller than me."
"No problem," he answered, reaching out and drawing one of the kitchen chairs to him. "All you have to do is bend over and grab hold of the seat."
He was suggesting that he take her from behind. She shivered with excitement at the thought of his big cock ramming into her from that position. Despite her recent pussy licking, she felt a fountain of juices welling in her cunt.
Without another word from him, she assumed the position he had suggested. Her bare ass wagged up at him, tempting his hands.
He responded just as she wanted, by reaching out and grabbing two big handfuls of her ass flesh. She groaned loud and long, as tingling thrills quivered through her quickly heating body.
"Has anyone ever told you you've got one lovely ass here?" he whispered, leaning over her back and kissing her neck, while his fingers firmly kneaded the fleshy half-moons of her rump.
"No," she lied, wiggling around a bit more under the exciting sensations his artful manipulations were creating.
"Well," he said softly. "Remind me sometime and I'll tell you just how lovely this sexy ass is."
"Mmmmmmm," she crooned in a deep, husky voice.
Her ass was sexy and apparently far more sensitive than he had previously discovered. For a moment he toyed with the idea of giving those upturned cushions a good swat, wondering how she would react. Some women he had met really got off on being spanked. He filed the idea away for future reference at a time when they were both in a playful mood. At the moment this dark-haired seductress was in anything but a playful mood. In fact her arousal was growing stronger by the moment and he hadn't even touched those elongated cones of tit flesh dangling under her or the moistly glistening mound of her tight pussy.
Unsure of just what was happening, he tickled a finger along the dark crease of her ass. She nearly came undone. She quaked and groaned, throwing her ass back at him. He grinned, realizing exactly what he had taken hold of.
"In fact," he picked up his train of thought. "This ass is so damned pretty, I think I'll fuck it. I think I'll just shove my hard cock up your tight asshole."
"My god!" she groaned, her whole body shuddering in anticipation. "Yes! Yes! Yes! You wonderful man! Fuck my ass!"
His hand squeezed down tightly on the twin cushions of her hindquarters. She groaned and trembled. He kneaded those two fleshy pads for several minutes, while his lips and teeth busied the soft whiteness of her shoulders.
"But first," he whispered suggestively. "I think I ought to give that asshole a nice, wet kiss."
Again her reaction was explosive. But not half as explosive as when he spread the plump pillows of her rear cheeks and knelt behind her, his lips pressed against the tight, puckered ring of her anus.
"Gooooood!" she groaned out in a deep, lusty voice. "Ahhhhh!"
His tongue-tip speared into the taut mouth of her asshole. She stood there impaled on his oral probe and trembling with decided arousal. Carefully he licked and laved the sleek interior of her rectum, preparing her, slickening her for the massive plunger he was about to cram up this tiny socket of her back.
While his tongue did a damn fine job of relaxing the strong muscles of her ass, he popped a finger up into her cunt. She was hot and wet. Juices flowed like a flooding river within her. There was no doubt in his mind that the thought of having him embedded in her rear channel was a definite turn-on for this dark-haired beauty.
He pumped in and out of her quim a few times for good measure, heightening her increasing arousal with each rough stroke of his finger. Then he pulled free with a wet, sucking noise. His tongue then slid from her saliva-slippery anus.
"Now?" she moaned, anticipating what was to come next.
"First I've got to do something about getting my prick ready," he answered, easing behind her so that his glans throbbed against the lips of her quivering labia. "We need to make it nice and slick so that it can slide right up into your ass. And what I think I need is this!"
His hips jerked forward, slamming every inch of his cock into the heated interior of her cunt. She groaned as he wrenched back and forth inside her. Then with the same abruptness with which he had entered, he evacuated her body.
Glancing down at the lubricant-bathed length of his shaft, he smiled. He was slick now, far slicker than saliva could ever make him.
Again he spread the fleshy semi-globes of her rear. There at the center of that deep valley was his target-the brown ring of her anus. The taut nodes of that ring stood up in tense anticipation of his entry.
"Relax," he whispered, his hands gliding over the shivering semi-globes of her buttocks. "Relax."
She did as much as possible, which was damn hard, since her body yearned for him, ached for that massive length of his prick. He felt the tension ease from her body. Then he moved forward.
The engorged head of his prick nuzzled against the mouth of her rectum. She moaned softly, trembling with desire, but she forced herself to remain motionless. He pressed in a little. The valley of her ass cheeks deepened. Inward he edged, watching her ass sink in, forming a fleshy cavern without admitting him.
She thought relax! She soothed herself with comforting thoughts. She calmed herself. Her breaths were deep and controlled, calculated to ease the anticipation from every cell in her body.
The taut nodes of her anus flattened. Her sphincter muscle quivered a bit, then the cincture of her ass gave way. The bulging glans of his cock shot into her asshole, followed by the swollen shaft of his prick.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she groaned, her back washed in aroused waves of gooseflesh. "My god! My god!"
Her ass clamped down, trapping him within a velvet-lined vise. Tight wasn't emphatic enough to describe the strained pressure of those sleek walls. She gripped and held firmly every thick inch of his throbbing cock.
He couldn't have moved even if he had wanted to, which he didn't. Not at the moment at least.
He was completely satisfied to just stand there locked in the squeezing pleasure of her ass. Fire, searing sexual heat, washed around the wonderfully pulsing stalk of his manhood. Even in the heat of passion, this woman's cunt could never produce the volcanic fire that burned in her rectal channel. He groaned, his body quaking with the magnificent feel of her.
"Big!" she gulped. "You feel so big! I don't think I can take you!"
It was possible. Some women just couldn't take a man up their assholes. If that were the case, there was no use pushing his point. The membranes of her rectum were too delicate and could be easily ripped if he forced himself. Yet he couldn't believe that this woman who had gone wild with the mere thought of taking a cock in her back wasn't capable of taking him.
"Are you sure?" he whispered softly, while his palms gently stroked the supple slopes of her buttocks. "I'll come out if you want."
"No!" she answered emphatically. "Give me a moment. I want you. And I want you just where you are!"
His loving hands continued to caress her ass cheeks, soothing her, pampering her, fondling her. The taut grip surrounding his embedded prick lessened a bit, then clamped down again.
"Relax," he whispered, standing as perfectly still as possible. "Just relax. Relax."
He felt her quiver and tremble as she did just that. The silk-lined walls of her ass tunnel quaked somewhat spasmodically. The tight furrow eased. She moaned, forcing her body to accept his rigid pike of flesh.
"There," her head nodded. "Just a moment more so I can get used to the feel of you."
Again he did as she asked. He stood there with her tight rear channel contracting around him. She squeezed and relaxed, squeezed and relaxed. Now, however, the contracting muscles of her rectum were under her control.
"Good," she crooned with obvious pleasure. "It feels marvelous. Now fuck me! Fuck my ass!"
He needed no further urging. Easing back he pulled his embedded prick from the fiery hole of her rectum. Inch after inch of massive cock slithered up from her bowels. Delightful waves of excitement shimmered over her back. She sighed gratefully.
Reaching the peak of his stroke, he reversed his course and nuzzled down into the burning recesses of her ass. Friction, searing sexual friction, burned over his aching glans as he drilled into her opened ass. He penetrated her, delved every thick inch of his fatness into her welcoming hole. Deep, then deeper he pushed, his way prepared by the mixture of his saliva and her pussy juices.
She hadn't lied when she said it felt big. She was stuffed with cock, filled to the brim with his wonderfully throbbing prick. She had taken him in her mouth and in her cunt, now she offered her rear orifice to him. And loved every moment of him being there.
The bulky head of his shaft jerked and twitched with arousal. She moaned. She felt it, really felt it! Without the thick flood of lubricants which welled in her quim, she was more aware of his imposing mass. She could feel every inch of his roundness. She could savor the swollen circumference of his cock as she had never done before.
In and out he moved in a slow, steady, pumping motion. She wiggled her rump a bit, whipping his column of sex around within the heat of her ass. She heard his moans and increased the provocative wagging of her buttocks.
In he came and she relaxed, accepting the long, thick pole that stuffed up her back. Out he slithered and she squeezed down, gripping that magnificent stalk with all her might. He trembled as her actions created a superheated pocket of burning lust. His balls were jumping around in their sacs like animated boulders of need.
Sliding his palms up the smooth bareness of her back, he lay atop her. His hands reached down beneath her breasts. Opening his hands, he allowed the stiff tips of her dangling tits to drift back and forth across his palms. She moaned and whimpered as he created all sorts of hot thrills for those mammoth mammaries.
Easy, he rocked back and forth, his cock thoroughly plowing the hot burrow of her bowels. Slowly, very slowly, he increased the rhythm of his deep-probing strokes. Her own body caught his tempo, swaying back and forth as he shafted into her.
As that swollen plunger slid up the velvet channel of her ass, she pushed back, nudging his pelvis with the fleshy balls of her buttocks. As he slipped out of her, she eased from him in a perfect counter-movement. Locked there cock to ass, they fucked one another, each taking and giving pleasure.
"All night," she sighed with a trembly little shiver. "I could take this all night."
So could he, if it were biologically possible. It wasn't. His balls were boiling with the need to release the hot thickness they contained. His hips were already shafting his cock in and out of her with ever-increasing strength. It would only be a short time until he would be unable to contain the lust that flamed in his loins.
If she were to get the full measure of pleasure from their ass-cock coupling, he had to do something-fast!
He did!
His hands reached up and kneaded roughly into the mounds of her dangling tits. He squeezed and squeezed his fingers into those milky white, elongated cones. At the same time, his teeth, tongue and lips went to work on her neck and shoulder. Her body immediately responded. Her ass jerked back and forth with demanding desire.
If that wasn't enough, he abruptly ran a hand down to her unoccupied cunt and occupied it with a probing finger, while his thumb rolled and rubbed the extended button of her clit.
The four-fold stimulation was too much for the dark-haired beauty. She bucked and hunched back into him, impaling herself on his swollen lance of lust. She groaned in bestial incoherence as she fucked herself on him.
His own hips leaped in and out. His cock plowed into the sleeving tightness of her asshole. Out and in, in and out, his turgid cock drilled into her opened rear. His balls ached now and he tensed himself to withhold the fiery blast that mounted in his groin.
Harder and harder he drove. Faster and faster she bucked and undulated around him. Their moans were a chorus of desire and passion.
She came first, her whole body shuddered with reckless abandon. Then he released the control of his loins and flooded the searing hole of her rectum with a burning flow of sexual lava. He hunched and jerked into her as he came, spurting gush upon gush of sperm and semen up into the channel of her back.
He quaked and trembled as the tunnel of her bowels gripped down around him, squeezing him in the desperation of her climax. She could no longer retain her firm grip on his prick as when he first entered, since the creamy thickness of his own seed slickened her, making her slippery and wet.
He clung to her breathlessly for several minutes, until his sleeping prick slithered limply from her come-oozing ass. Somehow he managed to locate another chair behind him and slipped down onto its cold seat. Marta, her breasts still heaving in panting breaths, twisted a bit and flopped down on the chair on which she had supported herself while receiving the thorough reaming of her asshole.
Neither of them spoke, but simply stared at each other with wide grins on their faces for several minutes. Marta's eyes glanced at the dirty dishes still on the table.
"Think they'll be mad that we backed out on our share of the work?" she smiled.
"Let it wait until morning," he laughed. "I'll get them then."
Then after a heaving breath, "Want to join the kids in the living room?"
She nodded, "I'll be in there in a moment. After a detour to the bathroom."
"Right," he answered, watching her rise and leave.
After another moment or two to regain his strength, Mitch pushed his way from the chair and walked into the living room. Neal, Janice and Kari were all on the floor, their cheeks were flushed with the pinkness of recent climax. His eyes darted between Kari's partially spread legs. A thin stream of opal-hued moisture trickled down the interior of one thigh. Apparently, Neal had delivered the load of come he had brought for her earlier, but was sidetracked in his mother's mouth.
As he stood there, the blonde's hazel eyes rose to his. A wicked little smile moved over her sensuous lips. Her tongue nicked behind those partially opened lips. Before he could utter a word, the younger of his stepdaughters rose and walked to him. She pushed up on her tiptoes and kissed him. He held her, accepting the rapid twists of her tongue as it plunged into his mouth.
Tantalizingly, her body taunted him. She wiggled and burrowed that sexy little body against his bare flesh. Her fleecy cunt hairs rubbed over his sleeping cock, trying to cajole it to life once again. Her big tits rolled and mashed into his flesh. Her arms directed him, easing him to the floor.
"Oh," she pouted with disappointment as their lips parted. Her body snuggled against his as they lay on the carpet. "I think you and Marta have been up to something in the kitchen."
"None of your business, young lady," he smiled.
"If Marta's going to be my new mother," she grinned, "I've got to keep tabs on her activities."
"Who said anything about Marta becoming your new mother?" he frowned, then smiled. "Aren't you assuming a bit too much?"
"Me? Never," she shook her head. "I'm just putting one and one together."
"Maybe your addition isn't what it used to be," he grinned, kissing her lightly.
"Perhaps," she crooned. "But the way I figure it, one and one equals one!"
"One?" he groaned. "Do you mean I've spent all that money on your education and you can't even add one and one?"
"One big family," she grinned. "One big and very loving family."
"Hrumph!" he grunted, shaking his head in amusement.
"Don't 'hrumph' me," she scolded, her body beginning its provocative wiggles once again. "I came over here to be loved." "You are," he kissed her.
"Then why don't you show it?" she suggested, her cunt knoll pushing against his crotch.
"Got to let nature take its course," he shook his head. "I'm a man, not a magician."
"Mmmmmm," she mused. "Perhaps I could work a little magic of my own."
Without waiting for his reaction, she suddenly scooted down, her head resting by his crotch and the dangling hose of his cock. With her stepfather's eyes following her every move, she extended her tongue and licked him.
Mitch's eyes weren't the only gaze riveted to Kari's moistly flicking oral digit. Marta had entered the room and stood at the doorway. The first thing she noticed was Mitch and Kari and that was as far as her eyes went.
Fascinated, she stared at the sexy young blonde as the girl's tongue lapped away the traces of Mitch's come and Marta's own asshole from his prick. Eagerly the girl licked and laved over the sleeping snake of his penis. Then she opened her mouth and began to suck.
Marta felt the swirling waves of arousal course through her loins once again. As impossible as it seemed, her recently sated body was aching for sex again. Shameless hussy! she reprimanded herself. But it didn't help as she watched the stiffening length of Mitch's cock grow under the soft insistence of Kari's sucking mouth and twirling tongue.
She felt the throbbing twitches of renewed life that coursed through that thick cock, which Marta realized the young blonde was experiencing. She could taste the fresh droplets of preseminal fluids that oozed from the thickening head of the man's cock.
She shivered, trying to draw her eyes away from the arousing scene. But as with Janice and Mitch in bed together, she was mesmerized by the blonde stepdaughter eating at her stepfather's rooty tube of cock. She trembled as the girl's cheeks hollowed deeply. She moaned softly to herself when that swelling rod slid glistening from her pouting pink lips.
Up and down the blonde's head bobbed now, having created a solid lance of desire from Mitch's recently deflated penis. Hungrily Kari ate at his cock. Her edacious mouth opened and accepted every inch of his column. Downward she slid along his throbbing rail of flesh, her nose nestling in the black hairs at the base of his shaft. Upward she pulled, sucking strongly at the growing wand of his manhood, stopping her movement with only his glans remaining within the warm shelter of her young face.
Someone moved to her side. She glanced to her left. It was Neal. Apparently she wasn't the only one in the room watching the provocative display of oral dexterity Kari provided. Neal's young prick stood hard and jerking from his crotch as he leaned back against the sofa and gazed at the teen-ager and her stepfather.
Suddenly Marta was aware that his eyes were on her. She looked up into his face. That knowing smile twisted on his lips. She realized that he had intercepted her longing gaze at his throbbing prick.
She shivered despite herself, as his hand reached out and grasped that thick column of sex. Up and down his fingers stroked, taunting her with the firmness of his cock, teasing the needs that dampened the slit of her cunt.
His dark eyes summoned her without a word. Without uttering a sound in reply, she slowly walked toward him, knowing that his gaze slowly roved over her nakedness as she came. She trembled, revelling in the pleasure she saw gleaming in his youthful eyes.
Sinking to her knees beside him on the floor, she replaced his hand on his cock with her own. Her son moaned deeply as her fingers closed around the throbbing thickness of his shaft. Gently, while he watched, her hand rose and fell along the solid rail of his manly spike.
She had touched and tasted him before. Now she intended something completely different for her son's lovely cock. She would have him in her pussy, deep in the soft recesses of her need.
"Neal," she said as her dark eyes rolled up to him, "I need you. I need you in me!"
His answer was simple.
"Yes."
He slid around and stretched out on his back and gazed lovingly up at her.
Without further comment, she accepted his invitation to sit on his prick. He moaned softly as she climbed atop him, straddling his legs so that she squatted over him just below the throbbing rod of his cock.
Her spread thighs were like warm silk pressed tightly against his legs, almost a soothing counter-sensation to the electric excitement coursing through his body. The tickling softness of her thick black bush of pubic fur brushed over the tops of his thighs in a titillating taunt. His hips twitched in little jerks of anticipation, moving with a volition of their own.
She smiled down at him, her juggling tits dancing on her chest, "Beautiful. Beautiful."
Her hand slowly reached out and her fingers once more found the solid circumference of his pulsating sex. Like silken feathers, her fingertips ran up and down the straining hardness of him. She traced over the contours of his veined stalk and the hypersensitive knob of his glans.
He moaned and his hips twisted around in little, squirming circles. She was gentle. Her caresses were almost like those of a woman worshipping lust.
Unable to hold back any longer, she gave in to the demanding want and need that directed her. She pushed herself up from her seat on his legs. She scooted forward on her knees, moving over him. The heat of his thighs rubbing against hers as she crawled sent even newer and more aroused sensations to whip at the desire that motivated her every action.
Grasping his young, virile dick with one hand, she squatted above the pleasure of his groin. Her groove of sex trembled with a throbbing lust as she hovered there a brief moment or two, as she assured herself that her son realized what was about to happen.
He did. He grinned up at her with wide-eyed anticipation.
Then she began a slow-motion descent to the wand of desire her whole being ached to possess. The gorged bulb of his cock's crown nuzzled into the nest of her silk-fringed slit under the direction of her guiding fingers. She quaked and moaned incoherently with that most intimate of contacts. Eagerly, she felt the thick bulge of his glans twitch and jerk as they glided easily into the pouted lips of her labia. His own soft moans mingled with hers in the language of lust. Lower her wanton hips descended, the pulsating tip of his cock sinking deeper into her snatch, pushing into the scalloped folds of her inner lips. Then he separated them and pressed inward toward the burning core of her desire.
Doing her best to suppress the maddening urge to abandon herself to the frenzied fucking her body demanded, she released her clamping grip on his cock and slowly slid down the remaining length of the bone-hard tube of man meat.
Like a fiery rod, it was completely entrenched within her. She groaned and whimpered out the pleasure of their union. A union that was a satisfaction of its own. A union that filled her with pleasure she had denied herself because of the taboos of society.
It was indescribable!
Like velvet-covered springs of steel, the inner folds of her cunt sheathed him. The washing viscosity of her vagina bathed him in liquid warmth. The spongy persistence of her cunt walls squeezed at him, molding themselves to every inch he had pushed up into his mother's belly. So complete was the fulfilling pleasure that took command of his body that his eyes slowly lowered with savoring delight.
Then she moved. A little twitching move that jerked his cock with it. And her hands were on his chest. His eyes flared open and he stared up at the smiling face of his mother. Her eyes were lit with the incandescent gleam of love and lust.
"God!" she whispered-moaned. "You're big! So fucking big!"
He had never heard her utter that word before. A few "hells" and "damns," but never the big one.
Rather than being shocked, he found the sound of it coming from her lips exciting and thrilling. It said just what was coursing through his own brain. He was fucking her-fucking his mother!
His pelvis jerked up as if moving with a mind of its own. He felt himself slither even deeper into the humid pocket of her tight pussy.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she groaned in a throaty voice of lust. "Go! That's it! My God! That's it! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Which is what he did. His hips bucked and pumped upward, doing their damnedest to lunge into the limits of her depths. However the confining position of her body and her weight were too much for more than minor movements. All the same, his moving in her had his mother moaning and groaning. Her fingers dug into his chest, leaving little crescents.
Supporting herself on outstretched arms, palms sliding over the pebbles of his nipples, she began to move.
His whole body screamed out in agonizing pleasure. The warm, caressing folds of her cunt were sliding up him. Higher and higher she pulled herself, inching up that throbbing rail of his sex. He moaned as she slipped completely free of him, leaving only the blood-filled head of his prick within the sweetness of her belly.
His moaning increased twofold as she started back down, burying him once more in the enfolding channel of pleasure. He trembled and quivered with excitement. Then she was pulling away again, slithering off his pulsing root. Then down she moved, swallowing his cock up within her pussy. Then up. Then down. "Up and down. She was fucking him. His mother was fucking him!
Sizzling passion writhed through the open nerve endings of her body as she moved. His cock was big and hard, at least every inch as big as Mitch's massive pussy pleaser. He filled her, feeding the wanton need of her body. She moaned out the gratification of her lust.
She felt him come into her hard and long as she lowered her hips to his crotch, and thick and stiff as she pulled away. His fiery brand of cock throbbed against the caressing folds of her cunt. Then she was moving back down. The desire-laden crown of his prick glided into her hole. Before its mass the rippled walls of her sex opened and accepted him, accepted every inch that sluiced into her depths. When she pulled off, she squeezed, trying to hold him in her, an action that created heated, pleasurable friction throughout the gasping harbor of her belly.
There was no pausing to savor his presence within her. Her body and its flaming needs would not allow it. Her lust for her son was too great. Her need would not be denied.
There was no art or expertise to her movements, just desire. Her lust was too demanding for the fineries of lovemaking. She had but one controlling goal-to unleash the lust and want her need for her son had created within her trembling body.
Up and down her hips pumped in a steady rhythm. She groaned and moaned as she sucked in the throbbing length of meat she hungered for. Up and down she rode him, fucking him, fucking him to the content of the near agony of her need.
In and out of the hot pocket of her wanton body he moved. Her eyes were misted over with a veil of oblivion to him and the world around them. All that mattered was the thickness that crammed its way into her belly. All that mattered was the cock that her pussy greedily ate. All that mattered was the pulsating madness that drove her on in desperation.
Her whole being now accepted what was happening. He fell into her rhythm. As she pulled off the lust-controlled rod of his prick, he jerked his hips back, his buttocks bouncing on the floor. As she dropped down, his hips jumped up, spearing his thick length into the woman who straddled him. Then he pulled back and lanced up once again.
The pleasure that filled him was exquisite! He could not get enough of her hot, wet pussy. He fucked her. Fucked his mother with a reckless abandon. He plowed into her body, thinking only of blasting forth the hot load of come that was seething in his balls.
Harder and harder he poled into her dripping furrow of sex. She groaned and grunted as he packed her with his burning cock. Her incoherent sounds thrilled him and he slammed his shaft more violently into the plump, enveloping lips of her sex. She grunted and moaned louder.
"Fuck ... me!" she pleaded. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard and deep!"
It was magnificent. He was filled with flaming desire. She wanted his cock as much as he had to have her pussy. Her desire was as great as his. She wanted to be fucked. She needed to have his pulsing shaft crammed into her hot cunt!
His hips whipped and jerked up. His cock drilled deep into the luxurious softness of her belly. Harder and harder he packed her womanly body with the bigness of his virile cock. She grunted and groaned as his hips bucked into the vulnerable, open mound of her pubis. Crotch to crotch they slammed together in loud, wet, excited slaps.
Wave after wave of titanic flesh tremors quaked up from her constantly throbbing loins. She hunched wildly, trying to drive the massive rod filling her into the ring of her cervix. Hotter and hotter the ache of her thighs burned. She fucked like a woman gone mad. Swirling and churning, the fantastic pressure of near climax lashed at her body. Forced by the consuming lust of passion, her hips rose and fell, pumping the fat prod of sexual meat into the seething well of her body.
Faster and faster, harder and harder, she worked herself into a frantic frenzy of desperation. The center of her being cart wheeled over and over. Her vision blurred. Her brain pounded. Her body screamed in ecstasy.
Her whole being exploded!
She came, white-hot light searing through her. She was the universe. She expanded and contracted with a pulsing flow of pleasure energies. Like the ever increasing vibrations of a strobe light, the whiteness of the light pulsated. Faster and stronger it pulsated. Faster and stronger it flashed, transforming in a kaleidoscopic rush of color that throbbed and grew and flashed back to white.
She soared, following the irresistible powers that caught her and held her in the throes of her violent release. Lust and desire ran rampant, shattering her soul into a thousand fragments only to reassemble them, then blasted back into the oblivion of pleasure.
Piteous cries of orgasmic ecstasy were torn from her lips, as he continued to pump and lash himself into the quaking mouth of her pussy. His own lust was a fiery ball of burning rage that flared in his testicles. Then it pushed into the shaft of his pulsing cock.
Humping furiously into the folds of the woman hole that was now swirling and caressing his throbbing prick, he strove for the release that his body demanded.
Higher and higher the flaming ball worked. Then in searing glory it blasted out from the tiny mouth of his rod. In scalding heat he fountained into his mother's quim. Spurt after spurt of volcanic cream fountained up from his groin and spewed into the welcoming channel of the quaking woman seated on his crotch.
He felt her arms give away, and the heavy impact of her body onto his. But he didn't mind. All that mattered was the fantastic rush of sperm and semen that flooded from his shaft, splattering the hot sheath of cunt enveloping his cock.
The willing and loving cunt of his mother!
She just lay there, savoring the full satisfaction of the union with her son. She felt the decreasing throbs of his big, fat cock. Then she felt him slowly deflating, slithering out from the come-drenched socket of her sex. He ebbed and withdrew, his cock a limp hose of sleeping penis.
Exhausted, she rolled to her back and sucked in a sighing breath of gratitude. She was drained, physically and emotionally.
At least she thought she was.
The red-headed girl who slowly crawled over to her had completely different ideas. Janice's green eyes flashed with an impish gleam of light as she moved toward the woman to deliver her own welcoming kiss.
"Ahhharggahhh I" Marta groaned in surprise and pleasure.
She glanced down and gazed at the naked young woman whose tongue was so delightfully embedded in the still contracting folds of her cunt. Janice's eyes rolled up to meet hers, sparkling with a wicked brightness.
Running her eager tongue up into the very hot hole of Marta's pussy, the redhead shivered with decided arousal. The taste that flooded her mouth was exciting. The dark-haired woman's pussy held a wonderful mixture of Neal's thick sexual cream and a very womanly coating of feminine juices.
Pressing her lips to the quivering mouth of Marta's cunt, Janice drank deeply, sucking out the heavy flow of male and female fluids. She swallowed down the heated juices, her lips smacking with relish.
Marta groaned as her son's release was drained from the quivering folds of her pussy. She trembled as that dainty tongue twirled back into the heat of her body.
"I think we should join them," she heard Kari whisper somewhere across the room.
She didn't hear Mitch's reply, but she did hear the padding of four feet approaching her. There was a movement above her. She glanced up. Kari stood over her. The young girl's legs were spread wide so that she was given an unobstructed view of her moist, pink cunt lips.
"I think one good kiss deserves another," Mitch said, but Marta couldn't locate him. "Don't you, Marta?"
She wasn't sure what he was talking about. But Kari made everything clear as she squatted down to Marta's face.
"Kiss it," the young blonde urged. "Kiss it."
There was no way she could avoid kissing that lovely young cunt as Kari sat directly on her face. So, she kissed it.
There was more than Kari's fluids on her plump pussy lips. There was the taste of a man. She shivered. Mitch! The girl had been filled with her stepfather's come and now was asking her to drink it away in the same manner Janice had emptied Neal's seed from her own cunt.
Following Janice's example, Marta puckered her lips and pressed them to the moist pinkness of the blonde's quim. She sucked and swallowed, drinking down the mingling mixture of male and female juices.
Then for the first time in her life, she tickled her tongue-tip into the channel of another woman's vagina. It wasn't a bad experience at all. In fact, she found it highly arousing, almost as exciting as the feminine tongue that waggled around in the depths of her pussy.
Kari moaned out softly above her, letting her know she totally approved of the woman's oral explorations. Cautious at first, then with increasing interest, she ran her tongue up into the moist pocket of the girl's sex. She licked a bit, laved around, and sucked.
Each action brought renewed moans from the blonde.
Then the tongue within her own quim slammed deeply into the folds of her vagina. Marta groaned, as did Janice, who kneeled between her spread thighs.
Unknown to Marta, whose vision was completely blocked by Kari's cunt, Mitch now stood behind his older daughter. He had just filled the girl's upturned snatch with seven, long, hard inches. In one deep-grinding thrust!
It was that thrust that had crammed Janice's tongue into the cunt she ate, drawing Marta's groans.
Again Mitch thrusted, throwing his full pulsing length into the tightness of the redhead's taut quim. Again the girl groaned and pushed her tongue deeply into the dark-haired woman's pussy. In a chain reaction, Marta's own tongue dipped roughly into Kari's labia. The blonde groaned gratefully, her hips wiggling around a bit.
Back Mitch wrenched and the chain of reactions reversed themselves, following the slithering path of his prick. Then in and out, in and out, as he fucked his stepdaughter's marvelous, strained cunt.
In and out, licking and lapping, Janice's tongue fucked at Marta's throbbing hole of lust. Out and in Marta laved the trembling mouth of Kari's pussy.
Locked together that way, Mitch worked all three women. Slowly, ever so slowly, he plowed back and forth. The recent drain on his testicles allowed him to sustain a relatively relaxed tempo to his deep, stroking plunges. None of the women seemed to mind.
Only at the last did his thrust increase in vigor as his lust once more boiled in his balls. Then and only then did he ramrod himself back and forth in the tight channel of Janice's quim.
Kari came first, lashed to the heights of ecstasy by the persistent licking of Marta's tongue. The sexy little blonde cried out in her rush and pleasure, then rolled from the dark-haired woman.
The satisfied groans of the two other women and one man quickly followed Kari's as each of them were blasted into their own worlds of sexual oblivion. Together on the floor they lay panting and smiling in gratitude for the mutual release they had shared.
As it was, minutes passed before either of the three noticed the disappearance of Neal and Kari.
"Where do you think those two have gone?" Marta asked, her eyes still misted with pleasure.
Mitch grinned up at her, "Probably decided they needed some privacy."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Quietly they edged from the living room, slipping back to Kari's bedroom. Clambering atop the bed, the young blonde stretched on her back and accepted the thick column of his manhood into her body for the second time that night.
They made love. It was a long time before either of them thought about coming. It was enough just to be there in each other's arms, feeling their bodies so close. When they did come, they clung together, drifting off to sleep with Neal's still hard prick nestled in the sweetness of her belly.
He awoke the next morning with Kari snuggled against him, their bodies fitting together like spoons. He had been right. It was nice waking up finding her so close.
Leaning over, he lightly kissed her ear.
She moaned softly, her head shaking a bit.
He kissed her again and received another moan. But this time her eyes fluttered open. She gazed about blankly for a moment or two before her hazel eyes turned to him. A smile spread over her lips.
"Mmmmmmmm," she sighed, snuggling the warmth of her body closer to his. "I think I could become addicted to this."
"I already am," he answered, his lips brushing over hers.
This time she returned his kiss.
Their lips didn't separate until he had rolled atop her once again. Her legs opened to him and his cock glided into the silken interior of her body without the gliding hand of either of them.
As they had before they slept the past night, they made love, long and slow. They climaxed the same way, their soft moans filling the bedroom. Afterward they held each other close, neither wishing to disturb the satisfaction of their first night together.
"Do you promise to wake me up like this all the time?" she finally asked, breaking the silence.
"Yes," he smiled. "It beats the hell out of an alarm clock."
"That it does," she burrowed into the hollow of his shoulder.
"Wonder what happened after we left last night," he mused.
"At the rate everybody was going," Kari grinned, "I wouldn't be surprised if they were still in there."
He laughed, remembering the excited frenzy of their love-making the night-or morning as the case was-before. It had been quite an experience. He didn't think he'd ever forget it, any of it.
"You know what I feel like doing?" Kari suddenly piped. He shook his head.
"I want to go for a swim," she smiled. "Are you game? Or am I going to have to go alone?" "I'm game! With or without suits?" She laughed, remembering their first night at .the lake when they had gone skinny dipping. "I think we'd better stick with suits. There are a lot of people up here on the weekend."
"I liked it better the other way," he answered.
"No complaining," she pouted. "You promised to take a swim with me."
"Which is exactly what I'm going to do," he answered, sliding from the bed. "Meet you in the living room. My suitcase is in there."
"Right," she nodded, leaning to him for a quick kiss.
Quietly stepping down the hall, Neal found the remaining threesome of their group. All three were in Mitch's room sound asleep. He smiled to himself. The lone man was wedged between two very lovely ladies, Janice and his mother. He wondered if waking up to those two would be as nice as finding Kari in his bed.
In the living room he found his suitcase beside the sofa. Throwing it atop the cushions, he quickly rummaged through its contents and found his swim suit. As Kari entered the room, dressed in a skimpy little bikini that hid very little of her lovely body, he slipped into his trunks.
"Did you take a peek at those three?" the blonde girl asked. He nodded.
"Boy, is Mitch in for something if Janice and Marta wake up like I did," she chuckled. "It might be fun to stick around and watch."
"Best leave Janice and Marta to Mitch," he smiled, edging her toward the door to the cottage. "He's quite capable of taking care of them all by himself."
She chuckled again and then stepped outside with Neal right behind her. The morning air felt cool on their partially bare bodies. Kari shivered a bit and glanced at him.
"I don't know if this is a good idea or not," she clutched her shoulders in a tight hug. "I bet the water's freezing."
"It'll wake you up," he smiled, then darted to the water's edge and plunged in. "Come on, the water feels terrific!"
Following his lead, she trotted to the water, did a little springy jump and cut into the lake in a graceful dive. Her head popped up close to him.
"You bastard!" she sputtered. "The water's freezing!"
He splashed at her playfully, "It feels great! Makes me feel alive."
"My god, I've fallen in love with a polar bear," she said as she pushed to the shore. "Only polar bears could find this water invigorating."
Stepping from the water, she quickly toweled the chill from her body, then dried her hair as she watched Neal swim around for a few minutes. Tiring quickly of being in the water by himself, he joined her on the shore.
"Feel like a little walk before waking everybody up for breakfast?" he suggested.
"Let me get my sandals," she nodded, rising from the ground and trotting into the cottage only to return after a moment.
"Feel like a long walk or a short one?" she asked.
"A middle-sized one," he grinned.
"Mr. Difficult," she smiled, taking his hand. "Come this way and I'll see if I can arrange one middle-sized walk."
He followed her into a small forest of pines and oaks growing along the lake's shore. The morning was quiet and peaceful. Only a few early-rising fishermen were on the lake. It was still too early for the boaters and skiers.
"It's hard to believe the summer's almost over," she said as they walked. "It seems like it only started when I met you."
He hugged her close and gave her a quick kiss as a thank you.
"Two more weekends ... then it's off to college," she continued.
"It's exciting, isn't it?" he answered.
"Yes," she nodded. "But frightening in some ways."
"I guess it is," he pondered. "I've always lived in this town. It'll be a bit frightening in the city with no friends..."
"Hey, wait a minute," she elbowed him. "I'll be there. Don't I count as a friend ?"
"The best one," he laughed, hugging her again. "But you know what I mean."
She nodded again, then fell into thought. Neither one spoke for several minutes as they mulled over their futures.
"What's going to happen to us, Neal?" Kari suddenly asked.
"I expect we'll both come through with flying colors," he reassured her. "After all, college is just another school."
"No," she shook her head. "I mean us, all of us."
"The family," he chuckled. "I don't know. But if I were taking bets, I'd say Mitch and Marta just might get married."
"Do you!" she exclaimed with a wide grin.
"Yes, I do," he laughed. "I think our little hamburger dinner has worked out quite well."
"When do you think it will happen?" she pressed.
"I don't know," Neal replied. "He's got to ask her first. Then she has got to say 'yes.'" "He will and she will," Kari grinned. "I know they will. I just know it!"
"Well, if you're so sure, maybe we ought to go tell them," he shook his head in amusement.
"Don't be silly," she chided playfully. "I can wait for Mitch to work up his courage to pop the big question. I just hope he hurries up and gets on with it!"
"Why the rush?" he smiled.
"If you're my brother," she smiled coyly. "We could share an apartment at school without being hassled by any of the officials. Nobody would be the wiser, unless we wanted them to know."
"Hey, that's right!" he pulled her to him and planted a big kiss on her lips. "Like I said before, I could really dig having you for a sister."
"Right!" Kari laughed. "And when we return home during holiday breaks, we'll give a completely new meaning to the word 'homecoming!'"
