I came in from the fields early, and plenty pissed off. The damned tractor had broken down, leaving me with about twenty acres left to turn. The walk back to the house didn't help my mood any, a nagging frustration that had been building for weeks, or maybe months. Hell, it seemed like years since I'd been anything like hi a good mood, and a good chunk of that mounting irritation had been caused by a sex life that was going downhill.
Not that my wife hasn't been reasonably sensual all the years we've been married. Betty always seemed to like screwing-I mean really like it, and she's still put together like something out of Playboy, only plump and ripe, with these big, firm tits and slim hips that taper down into great, sexy legs. Her ass is just as solid now as it was the day we got married, and even though we sweated out her reactions to a hysterectomy, that worked out fine, too. If anything, she was more eager to fuck than she had been before.
So what was I bitching about? Well, it's like a guy who eats top sirloin every day of his life; I don't give a damn how much he likes steak, he gets to craving a little hamburger or pork chops. Every time Betty and I fucked, it was the same familiar pattern, getting to the point where it was more like a duty than real fun. I knew every reaction of her body, how she would roll her ass when I got to driving my cock deep into her pussy, how she would gasp and hunch on the moving shaft, and I could damned near beat her to the punch on what she was going to say just before she came-word for word. When screwing gets to be that familiar, most of the edge goes off it, and ifs just not that good any more.
So I was kind of dragging my ass when I came in from plowing that day, casting around inside my head to see if I could come up with some woman-damned near any woman-to change off on. Hell, I didn't know all that many, for starters, and never played grab-ass with the few I did know. I'd been married a long time, and it just hadn't occurred to me to really look around for new ass. I mean, Betty and me got along fine, and the fucking was good, until lately.
There was one woman I'd stared at more than once, but she'd only been divorced a little over a year, and she lived pretty close to be fooling around with. Carolyn Jessup got the ranch when she and Jimmy split up, and was only about a mile down the road. She had plenty to stare at, and was about as different from Betty as another woman could get Where my wife was ripe and had short, black hair, Carolyn was tall and slinky, with this cascade of golden hair, and a walk that pulled a man's eyes right to where those long, supple legs joined her trim, wiggly ass.
I shook my head as I walked up closer to the house, knowing I probably wouldn't get up the nerve to try and make Carolyn Jessup. She was busy as hell trying to make a go of the ranch, anyway, although she had some help from her kids, and she hadn't been all that sociable since her divorce. What the hell; I was in a rut deep as the one my busted tractor was sitting in at the moment and had far less chance of getting out.
Going into the kitchen door after climbing out of my muddy work boots, I grabbed a quick cup of black coffee and listened for the sounds of Betty moving around the house, but I didn't hear her. Of course, she could be anywhere-out back robbing the hens' nests, playing with her flowers, or almost anything. If she'd taken the pickup to town for some reason, I'd have noticed it missing. Putting the coffee cup into the sink, I went stocking-footed through the house and started to take a piss in the bathroom.
Then I heard something-a funny noise that I couldn't place at first so it took awhile to register. When it did click into place, my hand stopped halfway to the flush handle of the toilet. That sound couldn't be anything but the bed vibrating, and I wondered what the hell Betty was doing in bed this time of day. Then I wondered what she was doing there to make that special, rhythmic motion.
So I drifted to the bedroom door, which was open only a crack, and peeped through it, with some idea of hollering boo and making my wife wet her panties. Only she didn't have any panties on; she didn't have a damned thing on, and she wasn't in that bed by herself.
I'll have to cut off the main road here and tell you how the bedroom is laid out, so you can understand the picture: The bed itself is clear across the room from the door, under a big window so sunlight spills down upon it Where I was standing is a little hall leading to the bath, with a. big closet built in on one side. It's kind of shadowy there, so I could stand and see what was going on without being seen. Not that they were even looking over in my direction; they were too wrapped up in each other to know the world was still turning.
It was tough for me to believe, and I stood there with my mouth hanging open, staring amazed at my wife there on the bed getting a hard prick rammed up into her black-haired pussy. What made it even more stunning was the fact that my long faithful wife wasn't fucking some grown man; she was screwing some kid about half her size and maybe half her age.
I couldn't see the kid's face, but Betty's looked ecstatic, her heavily lashed eyes closed and a half smile on her full lips, the one she always wears when she's slowly grinding upon my cock. Only this time, it was another cock, and I could see it pumping in and out of Betty's mature snatch, light glistening on the boy's swollen prick as he worked it greasily within the hot gripping of her shaggy cunt lips. Her firm ass was rolling and she had those great legs spread wide, hunching her belly up to him whenever he laid his hungry meat home with another deeply penetrating stroke.
A few times in the past, I had sort of half wondered what I'd do if I ever came upon my wife getting laid by some other guy. I'd thought of busting him up, and probably her, too. I'd thought of just walking away from her and never looking back. I'd thought of first blowing up, then talking it over with Betty to see where I went wrong.
But when it actually happened, when I stood there watching her fuck this young boy on our own bed, I didn't do any of those things. I just stood there, and my own cock started to lift and push itself strongly out of my unzipped jeans, My heart was hammering and my mouth went dry, and my prick kept stretching itself out, getting longer and rounder and maybe a hell of a lot harder than it had ever been.
It was really something to see-her familiar, beautiful cunt sliding and pulsating around the boy's driving shaft. I had the full view from where I stood and could watch every stimulating detail of the fucking, see the surging movements of my wife's rounded ass, see the lad's lightly haired balls slap softly and damply into the uplifted crack of that ass.
As I stared at them, Betty lifted her legs and wrapped them around the boy's slim back, curling them there so she could use their muscled strength to pull his pistoning cock ever deeper into the steamy, tight cavern of her flexing pussy. Her arms were already around the strange kid's neck, and her big, resilient breasts were flattened to his chest I knew that their hard nipples were digging into his skin, burning stiffly there.
She was twisting upon his plunging cock, humping in faster and faster arcs with her pelvis, really riding that young rod, her breath hissing from between clenched teeth now. My wife was getting close to an orgasm, and I knew exactly what her lover's prick was feeling within the satin clenching of her slippery vagina. I had fucked that juicy cunt thousands of times, but somehow, I had never before been as excited screwing her as I was right now, entranced by the sight of this horny kid ramming his meat up my wife.
My hand was moving up and down my own distended shaft, caressing the puffy head and feeling the leakage of pre-seminal juice there, smearing it over the flanged knob. My balls were throbbing with pressure, and I couldn't take my eyes off the pair tangled on the bed. I knew damned well that Betty was going to come in a moment. And it was a wonder that the kid was holding out so long, what with her cunt bucking and twisting around his cock and her ass lurching violently in the coming throes of her mouthing orgasm.
Then I realized that he was coming with her, his slim ass jerking tight as his sack leaped upward, and when my wife gave that final, corkscrewing hunch that sucked his cockhead right up against the spongy cup of her womb, the kid must have let go at the same instant I could see his entire body going stiff and his toes digging into the mattress, and imagined the sudden spurting of the hot semen jetting from the flexing head of his boyish prick buried so deeply and lovingly into the quivering depths of my wife's feverish pussy.
She moaned against the base of his throat then, her pelvis grinding lasciviously as she took the fountaining of his sibling come into her snatch. "Oh you darling boy-oh, that's so hot and creamy-what a marvelous load of young come you're shooting up into my cunt!"
Betty had never talked that way to me in all the years we'd been married. My wife had always been reticent about using the real words, so most of our fucking had been silent. Now here she was, purring them to this kid locked between the ripeness of her thighs. I kept stroking my own prick, fondling it as I hadn't since I was a lad, feeling the ultra-sensitive head throbbing at every lingering touch.
It was crazy, standing there holding my cock and not feeling the slightest knifing of jealousy, as I'd often thought I would if ever I caught my wife balling some other guy. Maybe it was because this was only a kid, and maybe it was because she was getting such a hell of a lift from screwing him.
It was also kind of weird because I didn't think Betty had ever done this before. I'd seen her turn down too many subtle passes from guys turned on by her good looks and obvious sexuality, and she'd always been just a little uptight about anything out of the ordinary, sexually. Maybe I'd imagined her fucking another man, but I'm not sure she ever did. Not until now.
Whatever the cause of her so-called cheating on her husband, she was making it big with this very young boy, and I was so damned hot and horny from seeing her take that stiff cock that I was just about to come in my hand. So I squeezed down on my trembling prick to hold it back, and kept staring at Betty and the kid on my bed. My shaft felt Take a steel rod, and I thought my balls were going to explode right in their sack, like a paper bag blown up and slapped.
I was shaking all over, my eyes fixed to my wife and the strange kid, mesmerized by the sight of his root embedded full length into the steaming blackness of her cunt hair, grasped so adoringly by the inflamed redness of her labia. The boy couldn't be very experienced, I thought; this could be his first piece of ass, and he was sure getting himself one hell of a juicy, hot lay. With Betty hotter than Td ever known her to be, the kid couldn't have a better teacher.
"No," she whispered to him, "don't take it out, darling. It's still so wonderfully hard and strong. Just ease over onto your side when I roll with you-there; that's right Your beautiful prick is locked right into my pussy as I climb up on you like this-ahh, that feels so good."
Then she was sitting astride him, her rich thighs clamped around his slim, almost hairless body, and I could plainly see where my wife's hairy snatch lips were snugging around the base of his swollen cock. Betty leaned forward, her naked, sweating body blocking out my view of the boy's face as she fed him the nipple of one round, smooth breast. His hands came around and stroked the sleek shapings of her ass cheeks, and his prick moved gently within the wet clasping of my wife's vagina.
Had she been fucking him before this on those days when I was out in the fields? Or was this their first time around, and Betty was taking the kid's cherry? I didn't know, and right then I didn't much give a damn; all I cared about was seeing my wife's delectable ass churning sensuously upon the boy's submerged cock. I knew how her snatch was caressing his shaft, how those greasy, satin folds were sliding up and down his cockhead, only now her hole would be more juicy than ever with so much of his come all hot and slippery inside it.
More than anything, I wanted to yell out to her, to tell my wife to fuck him, fuck him, but I choked down the impulse, as I was choking down on my cockhead with one shaking hand. And she was doing it anyhow, gyrating that modeled ass upon him as he sucked blissfully upon her erectile nipple, as his hands trailed up and down and around the twin mounds of her buttocks.
Betty was moving faster now, her ass surging up and down as she worked the boy's hard prick within the foamy glove of her pussy, raking her pelvis across his in wantonly erotic strokes. And she was gasping with the passionate joy of every movement, her breath rasping loudly in her throat.
"Darling, oh you sweet boy," she panted. "Suck harder on my tit, baby-bite the nipple a little-ahh, that's wonderful! It's like I'm feeding and fucking at the same time my own sweet child. Oh, how hard your prick is-how nice and round-uh-uh-uh!"
The kid was hunching it to her strongly then, pounding his rod up into the churning grip of her humid snatch, his balls flopping up and down as my wife rode his shaft with eager violence. He fed her the meat with powerful, hungry thrusts, jamming it home to the hilt as she met him stroke for stroke, each time giving her ass little deft flips that wrung her heaving cunt around his pole.
My feet braced wide apart, I massaged my iron-hard prick, smearing the leakage over the flanged head, grinding my belly as I worked my hand up and down. Damn, it was good; it was as if I was the boy sticking his young cock to my wife's private cunt, and yet myself, standing out here and watching. It was as if my prick were also his, and we were both fucking her sweet, hot snatch. We were both turning her on, giving her so much good, hard meat that Betty was going crazy over it, humping and banging her dripping snatch down against our balls.
She practically screamed it: "Oh my sweet! Oh darling-I'm coming again-coming on your stiff young prick-coming, coming!"
The kid kept hammering his pole into her, even after her heaving ass had stilled and she was quivering in the shock of her orgasm. His fingers dug into the pale cheeks of my wife's ass and he sledged his swollen shaft up into her hot body time and again before he also came.
This time I jerked with him, a geyser of bubbling semen blasting from the head of my prick to splatter against the wall. The thick and creamy liquid hurled itself far out in a hissing stream that was livelier and stronger than any ejaculation since my childhood. Rich white oysters clung to the wall, and it seemed as if my cock would never stop spitting out the stuff.
I went weak in the knees, sagging as I hung onto my shuddering prick, and the interlocked bodies upon tie stilled bed blurred in my eyes. Shaking my head to clear it, I began to inch back from the doorway, afraid now that one of them might see me. I didn't want to spoil this, to shake up the kid so bad he'd run like hell or to shock my wife into hysteria.
But just as I faded back into the shadows, the kid rolled his head. His eyes were closed in rapture, so he didn't see me, but I recognized him in the light that spilled through the bedroom window. He was Charlie Jessup, just fifteen years old, and he lived on the ranch adjoining ours, working there to help his divorced mom. And now he was working here, to help my newly aroused and somehow exceptionally horny wife, to play the young and virile stud for her.
Which was just fine with me, even if neither of them knew it yet. My prick was still hard as I stuffed it back into my jeans and zipped them up, and I realized that if the conditions were right, I could go right on into the bedroom and shove it into my wife's greasy and well-fucked pussy right now. I wanted to fuck her right away, with the kid's semen still bubbling within the velvet walls of her cunt, but there was no way to swing that. Not now; not just yet; but I would think of something, and soon. Right now, I had to get out of the house so my wife and her young lover wouldn't be disturbed.
CHAPTER 2
I gave them half an hour, walking around to putter through the barn, and I swear I couldn't completely lose my hard-on. My cock kept nudging my jeans, as if it were insisting it ought to be dipped immediately into that juicy cunt I'd watched being screwed. Even after I stacked some hay bales, my hungry prick was still throbbing, and I tried to figure out what made me so damned horny.
Of course, it had been the first time Td ever seen anybody put it to my wife, but that kind of scene was supposed to make me mad or jealous. It hadn't; instead, I got one hell of a thrill from watching my wife squirm and wiggle as she rode the boy's young shaft and really enjoyed her obvious rapture as she came and came again.
Hell, I loved Betty. And to me, that meant I wanted to see her happy. If that meant buying her a new dress or fixing up the house to suit her, I was glad to do those things. So why shouldn't I feel the same about a lover for my wife? If Betty needed some different fucking to make her happy, why shouldn't she have it? It wasn't as if she were going to run off with the kid and take half the community property; my wife just wanted to screw this boy, to spread around some of her warm loving.
Funny thing, I thought, looking toward the house from the barn door; I had always been proud of Betty's excellent way of fucking, proud of the tight hotness of her active pussy and the eager rolling of her ripe ass. But I couldn't very well run around bragging on that land of thing to other men. Now that was changed, if I was careful enough not to spook off the Jessup boy; he and I could discuss my wife's fucking ability and compare notes. I liked the idea.
I saw the lad ease out the back door and go zipping across the yard into the trees, and I grinned a little, wondering where the hell he got the strength, after the eager screwing Betty had given him, practically wringing out his prick and draining his balls. But he was young and that covered a lot; Charlie could probably fuck all day and half the night before going limp, like a young stud turned loose on his first mare in heat. And just then, I felt pretty much that way myself.
A few minutes later, I ambled toward the house, whistling and making noise so that Betty would know I was around. My heart hammered in my throat, and my yearning prick shoved into the crotch of my pants. I had no idea what I'd say to Betty, or even how I would approach her, but I knew I sure as hell had to do something. She'd be plenty surprised if I made a pass at her in the afternoon like this, for it had been a long time since we'd screwed in daylight, purely by desire. That's what I mean about our fucking getting into a boring routine-only at night, only after a certain pattern was established and certain signals read correctly.
Now it was different, and as I banged open the kitchen door, it was as if I was trying to figure how to make some strange woman for the first time. And it was exciting, so stimulating that little hot chills raced up and down my spine. Betty came from the back of the house, dressed as usual in her ranch getup: jeans and boots and a man's shirt, her raven-wing hair tied back in a loose ponytail. There was a flush upon her cheeks, and her mouth was damp when she planted a fleeting kiss upon my cheek, and I caught a special perfume rising from her warm body, a faint, intriguing musk of aroused womanhood.
There was a guilty shifting of her dark eyes, one I would never have noticed if I hadn't seen her balling the kid on our bed such a short time before. Betty seemed to have a new, fresh glow about her, an inner radiance that was beguiling. And if I hadn't already been so damned horny, she would have turned me on just by being close. The outside screwing she had been getting from her teenage stud was making some beautiful and compelling changes in my wife.
She moved edgily away from me, going to the sink, and I caught a little tremor in her voice as she said, "You're in pretty early, aren't you?"
"Tractor broke down," I answered, coming up behind her and sliding my arms around her trim waist, just barely touching my crotch to the rounded hill-locks of her lush ass. "I walked in quite awhile ago."
"Oh?" Betty stiffened in my arms. "I-I didn't know you were at the house."
"In the barn, mostly," I said, breathing down against the nape of her neck. "Did you have a good day?"
I could feel her relax as she figured I didn't know anything about her young lover, that I couldn't possibly have seen her in action or I wouldn't be acting like this, so calm and loving. She said, "Oh yes-about the same as usual; cleaning the house and stuff like that"
Stuff like climbing on top of a lad's sleek body and keeping his hard cock buried to the root inside the dripping sleeve of her semen-filled pussy, I thought, arid my own shaft grew harder, pressing into the tight cleft of her jeans so she couldn't help but feel it This was a somewhat crucial moment, I decided; my wife might not be turned on by me anymore now that she had a new cock to work upon, and that kind of reaction would really screw things up for all of us. Not that I had any idea of cutting her off from the lad's screwing; I could always sneak around and watch her wiggle on Charlie's stiff prick, and I really didn't want to deprive Betty of anything that made her so happy. But I did want more than just peeping; I wanted to share my wife with the virile boy, to do hot and slidy things that were only now just beginning to take form inside my head.
She didn't freeze, and another quiver moved delicately through her flesh as I put my lips to her neck. Those ripe cheeks moved back against the stiffness of my lifted cock, snuggling my rod between them, and I had a mental flash of my wife's ass as she straddled Charlie Jessup's supine body, as she had lowered that shapely tail down upon the throbbing club submerged within the greasy walls of her cunt.
"Rich," she whispered, "in the middle of the afternoon?"
Moving my hands up to cup the full, heavy breasts, I said, "As we used to do, remember? You feel good and smell good, and I want to lay you, right now."
I wanted to because she hadn't even had time to put on her bra, and that meant she also hadn't taken time to have a douche, and the boy's slippery juice was still trapped inside the satin folds of her hot snatch. Still holding gently to the lovely globes of her tits, I began to urge her toward the hall and the bedroom.
Betty hesitated then, resisting just a little. "Ah-I haven't made up the bed yet, darling. It's a mess. Why don't we use the couch?"
"The bed," I insisted, realizing why she was avoiding it The sheets might still be warm from their excited coupling, the scent of their sweat yet trapped there. But I wanted to fuck my wife right there where the kid had put his meat to her, to squirm and bounce in the same spot, so I said, "Since if g already mussed, we'll just muss it some more."
Slowly, Betty allowed herself to be steered back into our bedroom, but she paused again at the edge of the bed, biting her lips, and I knew as she looked down at the rumpled sheets that my wife was thinking of the screwing she'd had there just a little while before. Maybe she was comparing us in her mind-her eager boy and the husband she knew too damned well. And I thought that if I let her back out now, she might create some kind of shrine in her head, as women are apt to do about romance.
So I practically ripped the shirt off her upper body and shoved her over into the bed as she turned, her eyes questioning. "Rich-you're so anxious-"
"Horny," I corrected, "and you've never looked more beautiful to me, never more sexy." Except when she had actually been fucking the kid, I thought, when I had watched Charlie's young prick move in and out o� her black-haired cunt, shining with her love oils.
Then I was at her jeans, whipping off her boots first, not surprised to find she wore no panties, and as I stared down at that curly nest of ebony fur between her lush thighs, I saw something eke that made my cock leap-a little creamy smear of semen caught in her pubic hair, glistening up at me. Damn! That dab of residual come seemed to hit me in the balls and make them swell, and I shook all over. My wife's pussy had never looked more mysterious, not even just before the first time I got into it Peeling out of my clothes, I flung them aside and stood over Betty with my prick arched out hard and long, pumped full of a new, wild power, even though I had so recently jacked off. My balls were distending themselves like balloons, and a muscle began to jerk inside my thigh. I climbed up on the bed with her, lying down on top of that luxuriant body and feeling the rigid nipples of her big tits dig their points into my hairy chest.
Jamming my mouth down hard against her, I forced my tongue deep, rolling it around as I panted hungrily. She had sucked on the kid's tongue, I thought in a shuddering daze, and maybe-maybe my wife had even taken the head of Charlie's prick into her lips! That image went bombing through my taut body and whirled crazily inside my head. In all the years we had been married, Betty had only kissed my cockhead a few times, and sensing that she had some kind of block about oral sex, Td done no more to her delightful pussy. But now, things could change, turn completely around, be thrillingly different.
My prick was iron hard, jammed between our bellies, and her skin was like satin heated over a stove, so smooth and tingling; her teeth clashed suddenly and voraciously against mine as her tongue went wild. Betty was hotter than she had ever been with me, that lush and freshly screwed cunt pulsing against my packed balls, her pelvis humping and teasing for the meat she wanted. When she spread those sleek legs, I wiggled my hips, the knob of my stiff rod searching for the humid opening of her enchanted pussy. With a deft and agile shifting of her ass, my fiercely aroused wife got her torrid vulva set against the tip of my glans, and I felt the marvelous softness, the captivating dampness of her cunt lips.
Was there an added slickness, a special jelly inside her eager labia, a juice left over from Charlie's ejaculations? I thought so, wanted to think so, and shoved my flanged bulb solidly into the wetly welcoming grasp of Betty's inflamed pussy. My prick slid easily into her hot sheath, reaching up and up inside her trembling vagina until it was buried full length, until my balls snuggled against the furry crack of her ass- where the kid's balls had pressed a little while ago. Her lover's cock had been shoved home just as mine was now, and her volatile cunt had contracted upon it just as she was doing to me now, caressing itself soapily over the hard meat, wiggling and squeezing as Betty arched her back and rolled her ripe ass.
"Umm," she murmured, "this is good, Rich-doing it as we used to, because we couldn't stand not to do It"
It was more than she usually said when we were fucking, but they weren't the words she had used while she had been slithering around on the boy's shaft. I began to work my aching cock into her clenching pussy, reveling in the immediate hot response of the sultry body that now seemed new and strange to me. Alien pressures stirred within Betty's vagina, twitchings and ripplings that milked at my moving prick.
I said, "Do what?"
My wife paused in midstroke, then caught up the slow, sensuous rhythm again. "You know-do it."
"You mean fuck? Is that what you mean, Betty-when we fuck?"
She shuddered, the reflexive movement passing through her veed thighs and up into the buttery nest of her filled cunt, and I heard her catch her breath. Powerfully, ramming it, I drove my shaft to the root, grinding the head almost brutally around inside her juicy socket where the hot oils blended-her own flow of bubbling syrups and the greasy deposit of another male's semen.
Betty's voice shook, and her whisper broke against my teeth, "Oh yes-when we fuck-fuck, fuck. Oh Rich, my darling-fuck me! Fuck me hard, hard-oh, fuck me!"
Convulsing her vagina, lifting her springy pelvis to grind it avidly into my own, my wife rode my driving cock as if it was totally new to her, hammered upon its sliding length as if she had never been screwed by ft before, as if she hadn't been fucked by someone else less than an hour back. And ft was good; it was a squirming, heaving wonder when her smooth legs went around the small of my back and her rounded arms around my neck. Betty worked her crotch violently, the cheeks of her beautiful ass clenching and loosening in my hands.
"You fuck like this because you're a hot, sweet bitch who adores a man's hard prick," I panted. "You really love this stiff meat, Betty-you're crazy about a long cock up your juicy cunt Aren't you, baby-aren't you?"
"Y-yes!" she gasped. "Oh yes, yes!"
Feeding the shaft into her actively churning pussy, stroking long and deep and meeting her eager thrusts, I said, "Then say it. Tell me why you love to fuck like this. Say it, Betty!"
She bit at the corded base of my throat "All right, all right, damn you! I love to fuck, love it-I need to feel a-a hard prick up me. I adore your hard prick, Rich."
I kept at it, pumping my swollen rod into her scissoring pussy, pounding my crotch into her soft one, hammering my pelvis at hers, wheeling the head of my plunging cock around inside the tight, blazing grip of her maddened snatch. "Where do you adore it, where?"
"In-in my pussy!" she grated. "I love your prick in my pussy, and the feel of your balls into the crack of my ass, and the way you grind your hips and oh- oh-it's so wonderful!"
The barricade had broken. She was using the words she had always avoided saying out loud, although they had been caroming around inside her head all these years. She was now telling me the raw, real things she had hissed so passionately to her young lover, and I thanked him silently in their echo. I didn't know what had happened to my wife to finally make her stray from the somewhat prudish guidelines she had set for herself; I didn't care which of them had made the first tentative move toward seduction, Charlie or Betty; all that mattered was the wondrous new vitality that surged through her reawakened pussy.
She was lascivious, rutting like a bitch in heat, bucking and heaving upon my pistoning cock as if she would never get enough of the hard meat Her superb cunt was auctioning at my rod, pulling upon it, nibbling at the knob, and my wife seemed to be trying to get more and impossibly more into her tempestuous body. Ah, she was a gorgeous fucking machine, her heels now thumping against the cheeks of my ass, urging me to rip open her lovely pussy, demanding that I somehow force my balls into her steaming cleft, too.
Hell, I wanted to crawl up inside that adoring cunt and curl up inside the flowing walls. But I did the next best thing-rolled Betty back upon her shoulders and seesawed the meat rapidly to her, sledging my prick home time and time again, touched bottom and felt the spongy cup of her womb. Raking my back with her clawed nails, she undulated longingly upon my shaft, hunching wildly as her climax began to grow within the rippling depths of her snatch, as the magic sensations started to spread from the impetuous vibrations of her clitoris.
All I could do about then was hang on and ride out the storm of lust released within my wife's blistering cunt, and it was a wild rodeo. Locked so tightly in the grip of her legs, drawn so intensely into the writhing depths of her pussy, I felt my own orgasm gathering, and when Betty cried out that she was coming, coining, I was only a few heartbeats behind her.
The head of my prick flexed strongly, and a jet of semen burst hissing from it, the bubbling liquid thick and creamy, hurling itself furiously against her cervix and bathing the sheathing of Betty's vagina with slippery fluids, streaming over my suddenly stilled cock and gathering around its base, where her cunt lips locked over the stem. It was a terrific explosion, and I thought of the splatter of my come hitting the hallway wall when I had watched her fucking her other lover.
"Oh," she groaned, her legs sliding down my back, oh, that was the best, Rich-the very best fucking ever."
It just popped out: "As good as Charlie's screwing?"
CHAPTER 3
She went rigid beneath me, the soft resilience of her heated flesh turning taut as Betty caught her breath and held it She let it out with a rush when she said, "What-what do you mean?"
My dripping cock throbbed deep within the trap of her pussy. I said, "I didn't mean it like that-which is the better fuck; I don't want you to compare us, baby. Now don't freeze up and get scared, either. There's no need to."
My wife was tense. "Rich, I don't know what the hell-"
Rolling my ass, I moved my swollen glans around inside her well-oiled snatch and said, "Baby, you don't have to lie or cover up, even if you could get away with it. I saw you and the kid screwing, just a little while ago."
Betty shivered then, her skin seeming to go chill against mine. "I-look, Rich-I mean-"
"Oh hell," I muttered, and slowly backed my hard shaft from the wetly clinging folds of her vagina, "I probably screwed this all up. I didn't want to upset you or put you in some kind of bind. I meant to ease into this thing the best way I could, but while we were fucking so wild and wonderful there, I wasn't thinking straight."
Rolling over onto my side, I pressed my greasy rod against the marvelous swelling of her hip and continued: "What I'm trying to say is, well-I'm not jealous or mad or any of the things I'm supposed to be when I find my lovely wife fucking a kid less than half her age. Instead, I'm turned on by it-made so damned hot and horny that I just had to screw you myself. Damnit, Betty; I love you more than ever right now, Can you understand that?"
Hiding her face in the crook of her arm, she whispered, "Maybe; I'm not s-sure. Oh Rich, I didn't mean to-but we haven't been making it so well lately, and he's so-so young and beautiful, and-"
I stroked her thigh, her rib cage, and cupped a hand over the beautiful pale globe of her breast, toying with the flaccid nipple between my thumb and forefinger. "It's okay, Betty; ifs all right Hell, more than that-it's wonderful! Quit feeling guilty and thinking you've betrayed me, cheated on me, and all that crap, because it's just not so. I'm glad you fucked him, baby. I'm happy as hell you fucked him."
My wife's head jerked around, her dark eyes open wide and staring in disbelief. "What? You're not just saying that to make me feel better? Rich, I don't understand-I mean, if you saw me doing it with young Charlie-and I'm your wife, and-"
Continuing to caress her tit, I rubbed my still hard shaft over her warm flesh. "Maybe I don't fully understand, either," I said. "All I know is that when I saw that lad's stiff cock pumping in and out of your beautiful pussy, my own cock jumped out hard and strong as a stud horse's. Charlie was on top, riding you, and you were grinding your sweet ass and telling him to fuck you, fuck you. I watched his balls jump up when he came in you, and I kept hanging onto my aching pride when you rolled over on top of the boy and kept riding him. Then I couldn't keep from jacking off; just about the time he came in your lovely cunt again, my semen shot all over the wall. After that, I sneaked back out to the barn until I was sure he was gone. When I came back to the house, you never looked more beautiful and sexy to me."
She was silent for awhile, but I could feel her nipple turning hard in my fingers. Betty murmured then, "So that's why you were so horny in the kitchen, and why you made me say those words to you. Seeing us do it-no, seeing us fuck like that made you all excited. Oh Rich, and I was feeling so guilty-so, land of dirty, but once I got it started with Charlie, I just couldn't help myself. I'm so glad you feel the way you do. Oh my darling, it made your own fucking so much better, didn't it?"
"The best ever," I answered, fondling that magnificent breast and remembering how she had fed this very nipple into the boy's eager mouth. "And it'll get even better, baby; I'm sure of that. I love you so damned much, and it makes me glad to see you in rapture, to watch your wiggling your precious cunt on somebody else's hard prick and adoring it. I don't know if I can explain it fully, but it's as if I'm fucking you, too; but proud as hell because another guy knows just how fantastic your sweet pussy really is. You're a fantastic piece of ass, Betty, and the kid really seems to appreciate it Tell me-who made the first pass, you or Charlie?"
She turned completely to me, so that both tits were firmly into my chest, so that she could feel the sticky head of my distended cock pressing into her softly rounded belly. "I did. He was too scared, but I saw him staring at my breasts a lot, and watching my tail when I walked, and maybe I was just teasing the boy a little at first. I bent over so he could get a good look at my tits, and stopped wearing a bra. You know he comes over sometimes to do chores for me, and I got more and more devilish with him, especially when I caught him trying to hide a hard-on."
She put her head against my shoulder and I smelled the clean musk of her black hair. Almost whispering, Betty said, "I didn't really mean to go through with it-not at first; but he got so excited when I accidentally let him see too much thigh or brushed against him. Then I realized that he was in love with me, really in love, and he was a virgin, and he wanted me so much, so very much-"
Stroking her hair, I said, That's okay, baby; you don't have to make excuses. Fm getting a kick out of hearing this, so go on."
"Today was only the second time." Betty said softly. "Last Friday when you drove to town, that was the first time we screwed. Charlie was scared silly, but so eager and passionate, and I wouldn't let him go, anyhow. When I finally got up the nerve to touch him between the legs, to feel his marvelous young thing, his prick, I guess I went a little crazy and practically raped him. He came right away, but I kept him in me, made him go right on fucking, and it was so new, so wonderful-oh, Rich; it seems so weird, telling you all this, describing how I laid him."
I said, "Not weird at all, but terrific. Feel how hard I am, baby. That kid was some kind of lucky, having you for his first piece of ass. And scared or not, no wonder he had to come back for more. It must be great, fucking somebody that young and teaching him what it's all about."
"It is," she said against my throat. "It's very strange, but I feel like his girl and his wife and sometimes even his mother. And Charlie never seems to get enough. There are so many things I want to try with him."
"Now you can," I said, "without worrying about getting caught. What do you have in mind, darling-going down on the boy and eating that hard young cock?"
My wife trembled against me and hid her face deeper into my throat. I could barely hear her when she whispered, "I-I never thought that sort of thing would enter my head, but it has. I love him so much, I want to do everything for him, anything to make him happy, to have him come. Am I terrible, Rich? Am I a wanton bitch for thinking about tasting Charlie's cock, and worse-admitting it to my own husband?"
Running my hands up and down the graceful sweep of her naked back, I said, "Wanton bitch-sure; why not? Now you can be what you want, do whatever you desire, and I'm here to help you, Betty. I think it's crazy and wild and wonderful, and I'm all for you fucking this boy until he can't walk, or going down on his prick and draining every drop of his come, if that's what you want"
I had both cheeks of her sleeky rounded ass In my hands then, and she was gently swiveling her pelvis into me, both of us turned on by the conversation and by our mutual acceptance of her screwing somebody else. But she stopped churning her crotch into mine and pulled back so that she could look me squarely in the face, her dark eyes stirring with secret flames, her ripe mouth damp.
"Rich, Rich-I love you, too. I love you now more than ever. And if I'm going to do that to Charlie, I'd better learn how, don't you think? Can you teach me, darling? Have you ever had anybody go down on you?"
"Once," I admitted, "a long time ago. A girl did it to me, but I never saw her again. It was before we were married. But if you don't really want to-"
"I do-oh, I do!" Betty insisted. "Just He still, and if I do something wrong, tell me about it."
I watched her head move down my chest and felt the hot darting of her tongue along my skin. She nipped flesh between her teeth, tenderly chewing it, then licked a blazing trail down across my trembling belly, and I thought: after this long, after so many years, my own beautiful wife was about to go down on me in love. At last, she was shedding all her inhibitions and being honest with herself about her innermost sexual desires.
Betty's hands fondled my hips, my upper thighs, and one of them dipped under the sack of my refilling balls. I felt the tickle of her warm breath into the upper reaches of my pubic hair, and the cheeks of my ass drew together in anticipation. Her tongue was swift and eager, sliding into the joining of thigh to groin, then across through the hair until her soft lips nuzzled against the swollen base of my erect shaft. She rubbed her cheek up and down the hard rod, trailing the tip of her tongue along the sensitive skin.
My entire body snapped tight as a stretched rubber band when Betty suddenly lifted her head and put her lips around my cockhead. She held it there for a long, tantalizing moment, then her tongue started a series of thrilling caresses, coiling and creeping wetly, hotly over and around the glans. When she probed into the slot itself, I reached down and wound my fingers into the thick wealth of her perfumed hair.
While she was still playing her tongue over my cockhead, I gave a little hunch and pushed the shaft into her hungry mouth, sliding the knob over her tongue and feeling the slippery velvet of her inner cheeks as it reached far back for the cupping of her throat. Betty hesitated then, almost choking at the strange sensation, but recovered quickly, her teeth ringing the stem of my shaft tenderly. Then she began to suck, and I shuddered in rapture.
Gently, I worked my prick back and forth, fucking her mouth as I had so often fucked her exquisite pussy, reveling in the new and delightful feelings. Holding to her head, I gave myself up to the intense pleasure, and Betty went at it as if she was a highly trained cocksucker, racing her tongue and dipping her cheeks in and out, building up suction and releasing it, using her teeth and lips to give me all the ecstasy she possibly could.
She would soon be doing the same thing to her young and eager lover, I thought; my hot wife would be eating upon Charlie Jessup's boyish prick like this, sucking and licking avidly at it, and the kid would release a sizzling load of semen into her mouth, into her gasping throat But she was doing it to me first, and Betty sure as hell didn't need any instructions. She was literally worshipping my hard prick with her tongue and mouth, chewing delicately upon the shaft and siphoning the head, her fingers curled around the root, her other hand playing with my balls, urging me to let it all go, insisting that I flood her thirsty throat with my come.
Lifting my knees, I wrapped my legs around her head and used my thighs to squeeze her, used my hands to hold her head steady while I pumped my shaft more strongly into the searing little cavern of my wife's mouth. Betty moaned around my surging prick as the cockhead flexed and the fabulous leap of power came thundering up from my contracting balls. As my glans ballooned in ecstasy, the boiling stream fountained from it and saturated her throat, drenching her tongue and teeth with a load of steaming, thick semen. She gulped and swallowed, but never for a split second did she stop pulling and tugging upon my cock, groaning and gasping as she strained to draw every tiny globule of come from the pulsing bulb.
My backbone melted and ran out the head of my prick as wave after wave of bliss shook my body, and I clung to my wife's head, clamped it between my thighs while she continued to suck, to lavish that wet and thrilling stimulation upon my cockhead. It went dry, but still Betty pumped on it, until I withdrew my shaft gently from her ravenous mouth and rolled away from her, my chest heaving and my lungs tugging in air to strengthen me.
"There," my wife said, "did I do it right?"
"Perfectly," I mumbled. "When you go down on that kid, you'll drive him right up the wall. Nobody could eat a prick any better, darling. You're truly wonderful, just fantastic; I thought I'd never stop coming. And so soon after fucking you, too."
She kissed her way back up my body, and caught my head between her palms to turn my face toward her own. I saw that her lush lips were glistening with the residue of my own semen, and that Betty wasn't licking it off. Instead, she was slowly moving her mouth to mine, offering me the secret flavor of my most precious juices, and I accepted gladly, feverishly.
The taste of her lips was sweet but musky, spiced with the attar of my come, and her slippery tongue probed deeply into my mouth, working around inside there as it has played so teasingly over my prick only moments before. I sucked Betty's tongue, my drained cock struggling to rise again, powerfully stimulated by this strange new intimacy. For a long time, we held each other, our breath slowing and our hearts lessening their beat.
Some time later, as I was drifting upon some warm lotus stream, my wife murmured, "I really loved that, Rich. It was different, and I almost came when you did, because you were so aroused by what I was doing. You know I only kissed your prick before, but when I got it into my mouth, I wanted to chew it up and swallow it down, so I could forever carry that very private part of you inside my body. But I settled for your semen, and it was wonderful, sliding down my throat and into my tummy. To think of all the years I've wasted, being so uptight about oral sex. But HI make up for it, darling; I promise."
"You already have," I said huskily. "When I let go my load into your mouth, it was like losing my cherry-a terrific, blinding release that seemed to tear me wide open. Baby, I love you now more than I thought possible."
She kissed me again, and dropped one hand down to cuddle my limp cock. "I know, darling, I can't wait to have you do it to me. I want you to be the first to eat my pussy, before I show little Charlie how to go about it"
"When I get back some strength," I promised. "I've always wanted to snuggle my face between your sweet thighs, Betty, to cover your adorable pussy lips with my mouth, but you always shied away."
"Never again," she breathed throatily. "I'm looking forward to it. Rich, I sense that you want to do a little more than just watch Charlie put it to me, then come in and take your turn after he goes home; am I right?"
"Yes," I said, "The kid is going to have to be told that I know he's fucking you and that I approve. But I wonder how to go about it without scaring him clear into the next county. If he can be gentled into the idea, I'd like for Charlie and me to screw you together, to share you between us, taking turns or whatever. Just thinking about that makes me tremble all over."
My wife rolled over onto her back and stretched her arms above her head. "Suppose you leave that to me, darling, Charlie is so hung up on me, on the fucking he's been getting, that I'm certain he'll do anything I ask him, I'll break the news to him, the next time we're in this bed together."
"When will that be?" I asked.
She smiled at me. "I suppose I could dream up some excuse to have him come back over here tonight, call him and say that you'll be in town all evening, that he can help me fix the washer, or something."
"Damn," I said, "picturing that kid running over here with a hard-on, and ready to fuck my wife again-that image is doing things to me. Maybe I'm younger than I thought, or else this new screwing around is tapping reserves of a special energy."
"That's good," Betty said, and her eyes were smoky again "because we still have a lot of time left in the day, my sweet and understanding husband." Glancing down, she spread her thighs, exposing the humid thatching of her lovely mound.
CHAPTER 4
This time, I was in the closet, bare-assed and anxious as a lad sweating out his first piece of cunt. I was showered and scrubbed, and my belly was still pleasantly full from a fine steak dinner, backed by a special bottle of old wine and topped with a dollop of fine brandy. Feeling strong and good, mellow but ready, I was waiting for Charlie Jessup to come sneaking into my bedroom to get what he thought was another secret lay from my wife.
Hunkering down, I peeped through the door, which was cracked open just a hair, so I could get a full view of the bed. Charlie was really some lucky boy, I thought, to have a ripe and juicy woman like Betty available to him. Hell, at his age, I was just beating my cock and dreaming of the time when I could stick it into that hot and completely mysterious place between a girl's legs. And here was little horny Charlie, who had a full grown, richly mature woman ready to fuck him whenever she could, presenting him with a lush body and a luxuriantly haired pussy that could perform so many wonderfully erotic tricks.
And tonight, he was about to get a trip into another high, when she went down on him. That would be something else for me to observe, when my wife took the kid's hard young prick into her lips and began to work her mouth up and down on it Charlie would probably try to crawl off the bed, but Betty would be hanging to him, chewing and licking and sucking, eager to taste the boy's spitting semen, to drain his balls as she had drained mine.
Betty came into the room, wearing a see-through nightie that exposed the lower cheeks of her sculptured ass and gave fleeting little glimpses of her abundantly furred mound. The nipples of her big, firm tits were already erectile, pushing against the thin material, the globes bobbing enticingly as she moved. She smiled toward the closet where I crouched, and went to the bed to adjust a table lamp, so that its revealing rays would shine directly upon the waiting bed.
As she bent over to smooth the covers, my wife gave a slow and sensuous wriggle of her ass, bending over so that I could take a good look at the tufted crevice and admire the shapings of her cheeks, and the plump lines of her pale thighs. The beautiful bitch was teasing me, knowing that I couldn't take my eyes off her, knowing damned well that she now had me completely hooked on her reawakened body, that her voluptuous cunt was like a drug to me, an addiction that I had no desire to shake.
And I guess that land of major change was taking place in Betty, something that made her sexually oriented, far more dedicated to pleasing her body, to gratifying her needs and fulfilling her fantasies. Once she had broken the pattern of humdrum days and boring nights, once she had taken the boy's fresh, virginal prick into her welcoming pussy, nothing else mattered. There'd be no more chitchat about the color "f the new curtains, or what kind of vinyl was better for the kitchen floor. Now she was concerned with fucking Charlie, and giving me a wilder ride than ever before. From here on out, it was going to be a new type of life for both of us, a rebirth through which we could learn to be honest about our sensuality.
Betty turned from the bed, lifting her hands and running them through the midnight cascade of her thick hair, thrusting her large nipples more strongly against the thin restraint of her revealing nightie. Whispering, she said, "Charlie will be here in a few minutes. I talked to his mother, and Carolyn said he'd be on his way. This is the first time we'll make it at night, and I want it to be a good fuck for the boy. Promise you'll wait awhile, darling. When I think the moment is right, I'll tell him that you know about us, that you're watching from the closet."
"Okay," I hissed back, "but don't take too long with the kid, baby. I might be jacking off in here."
"Don't you dare," she said. "I won't have you wasting that precious stuff. Now hush-I think I hear him at the back door. I'll go let my lover in."
My cock was already lifting when she led the kid into the room. Charlie looked edgy, glancing around as if he expected something to fall on him, but Betty soothed the boy, kissing his cheek and caressing the small, slim body. The kid had sun-bleached hair, and when his shirt was off, he was tanned a deep gold color, from working in the fields. My wife got his shirt off in a hurry, and Charlie couldn't keep his hands from straying up to caress her big, tempting breasts. They made quite a picture, standing there together, the anxious, nervous boy and the sultry, beguiling woman in the full flower of her feminity.
She worked his jeans down over his thin hips while he cupped and fondled her tits, and when he stepped out of his pants, the boy's prick was standing up stiff and hungry, the head shining as if it had just been polished, and I could see a droplet of clear fluid gathering at the blunt tip.
Charlie said, "Are you sure lie won't be right back?"
My wife ran her fingers gently over his upright shaft and pressed her full body against him. "We have all the time we want, darling, more time than we ever had before, so we can fuck as long as we wish. I guarantee that my husband won't bother us."
The kid gulped, his crotch straining toward her and his naked ass rolling a little while she played with his rigid cock. "I sure wouldn't like him to come busting in on us when we're screwing,"
Over his bare shoulder, Betty glanced at the closet door and winked. She was really living it up, acting the part of the lustful seducer, and said, "Maybe, if Rich saw this sweet young prick of yours sliding into my pussy, he might just be envious."
"Hey," Charlie said quickly, "don't even joke about that. I mean, fucking a guy's wife-well, that's a kind of serious thing."
"Come on," Betty urged, tugging on his prick. "Don't worry about anything except crawling in between my legs, darling-unless you're already getting tired of putting this wonderful meat to an old lady?"
The boy clutched at her then, shaking his head vigorously. "Oh no; you're the most beautiful woman I ever saw, and the sexiest. I love you, Betty-I really do."
"I know, sweetheart," my wife said softly, "I know. You can show me how much right now. I've missed your sweet prick, Charlie. Come on and use it in me."
Lush hips swaying hypnotically, she led him to our bed and held him just at the edge of it. "A different way, lover-let me get on my hands and knees, so you can shove that beautiful meat into my pussy from behind. Will you like that?"
"Oh yeah, yeah," the lad jittered, licking his lips as he stared entranced down at the rounded cheeks of my wife's gorgeous ass as she crawled upon the bed and posed there for him like a mare ready to be bred to the stallion.
I stared, too, looking directly into the uptilted cleft she was presenting to him, seeing the shaggy black hairs of Betty's pouting mound and the steamy cunt lips showing pink through the intriguing mattress. Now I knew the full taste of those lips and the exotic flavors of the juices that could flow so copiously within the silken walls of her pussy. For earlier in the day, I had gone down on my wife's ecstatic cunt for the first time, burying my flushed face and hungry mouth into that alluring fleece.
Now I watched Charlie Jessup get up on the bed behind her and run his trembling hands over the twin sculptures of her ass. The boy's prick was standing tall and hard, that droplet of pre-seminal fluid now oozing down beneath the cockhead. In a few seconds, he would stick it into those impossibly soft, wondrously resilient pussy lips that had ground so tantalizingly against my mouth today.
Her thighs had been taut, my wife's back arching to lift her shaggy crotch toward me when I snugged my cheek into the giving pungency of that glorious mound, and I couldn't wait for more than a fleeting caress before plunging my tongue into her labia, forcing it between those rubbery lips still dripping from the heated, blended juices of my own come and those left over from Charlie's fucking and her honeyed sauces.
So damned sweet, so thrillingly hot and sensuous, her cunt had hunched against my teeth, and when Betty rolled her plush ass, she had smeared my cheeks and chin liberally with the fluids so exotic and musky. I ate hungrily into her snatch, delving as deeply as I could reach with my tongue, chewing tenderly upon slick membranes, wallowing between her heaving thighs and reaching up to clamp both my hands upon the quivering melons of her breasts.
Now a cockhead was slowly approaching that delicious slot, from behind, as Charlie braced upon his knees and used one hand to steer the swollen knob into the tingling forest of my wife's pussy. I saw her labia accept the gentle penetration as the boy worked his ass to get his knob settled into them. I heard Betty sigh when that rosy bud slid into her heated gash, and she gave a slow, backward hunch that made the length of his rigid pole disappear up into the sheath of her tight vagina. Charlie's balls swung down between the marble columns of her spread thighs, and his prick was buried into my wife's magnificent cunt, jammed to the stem of her wetly clasping pussy.
Catching my own cock, I held tightly to it, trying to still its throbbing as the kid began to work his club in and out of Betty's slow-wheeling crotch. As she rolled with him, grinding her ass back into his lower belly, Charlie leaned forward and covered her arched body with his own, reaching around so he could take hold on both her pendulum breasts, using them as grips while he fed that hard meat steadily and lovingly up into her jellied, suctioning hole.
"Oh, Charlie, Charlie," Betty panted. That feels so good; your cock seems to reach farther up into my pussy this way-oohh, darling-oh yes, yes-fuck me hard, sweetheart; fuck me deep."
The boy was stepping up his rhythm, eagerly pumping his stiff rod back and forth into my wife's juicy snatch, humping it to her good, the sack of his dangling balls swinging as he stroked his meat into the only cunt he had ever screwed. He looked very small on top of her spread-eagled body, the upper part of him tanned and golden, his lower body white, and only a scattering of hair upon his scrotum.
I realized then that his prick wasn't very big, but Betty was enjoying it as much as if it was gigantic. Charlie's shaft was very hard, though, unbending as he pistoned it into my wife's wondrous vagina, and the kid could evidently fuck all night, so that probably made up for any lack of size. That, and the boy's feverish eagerness, his single-minded dedication to his screwing. Again, I could see how crazy she was about his cock and thrilled to her sensuous responses as she took it.
Damned if I'd jack off this time, I thought, even though my cockhead was throbbing anxiously and the pressure was building up within my testicles. I meant to save that semen for Betty, to use it inside that fabulous pussy that was contracting so sweetly now around the boy's surging pole.
"C-coming!" my wife gasped out. "Oh Charlie, you wonderful, horny boy-I'm coming!"
He clung to her tits while his ass seesawed up and down to sledge his greasy shaft into her flexing snatch, panting and grunting as he felt the suction of that well-trained pussy working upon his oiled and sensitive glans. I knew the exact moment when he let go, when his packed balls jerked spasmodically and fired the compressed fluid up through the buried length of his shaft to explode from the leaping cock-head. And I could sense the way the boy's semen splattered throughout the hotly receptive pocket of my wife's enchanted pussy.
As they hung together without moving, Betty's vagina clenched adoringly about his embedded prick, his hands still cupping the pliant softness of her breasts. I stood up inside the closet, my legs getting a little cramped from crouching there for so long, but no stiffer than the impatient meat of my aching prick. Still, they didn't break apart, and I stared at the stem of the boy's cock, where Betty's steaming cunt lips gripped it.
She was soaked with his come now, I thought, turned all soapy and slidy inside the sleeve of her greedy vagina by the boiling juices of Charlie's released semen, the thick, rich stuff yet dripping from the head of his boyish prick. And I remembered how wildly my wife had whirled that cunt upon my tongue, just hours before, the way she had bucked and plunged when I found the vibrancy of her trembling clit.
We'd had several firsts that day, my hot, bitchy wife and me: the first time she had eaten my cock, sucking me dry of juice and gulping it all down her siphoning throat; the first time I had ever gotten to lock my mouth into the succulent foldings of her cunt, probing deeply and exploringly with my avid tongue. It had been my turn to swallow her flowing oils, and I pulled them happily into my mouth, cork screwing my tongue against her quivering clit until she came furiously and made small, sharp screams.
And there'd been the frank and open discussion of her fucking the boy, the admission of her deep sensuality; talking about Charlie with her had been almost as stimulating as actually screwing Betty. It turned me on to have her describe the sensations within her pussy when she rode the kid's rigid cock. It was as if she had opened all doors and let me into the most secret places of her life, thus allowing me to share her most intimate thoughts.
Now it was time to share her body with her lover, as well, and I shifted anxiously inside the closet, wondering when and how she would break the news to Charlie Jessup. There was still the chance that the kid would freak out and split, scared out of his mind when he found out that the husband knew all about his sneak-fucking of the wife. He was only a boy and involved in something that could mean a hell of a lot of trouble to him, so he might try to put it all behind him and hit the road.
That would screw things up royally; now that Betty had let herself go and taken a lover, a replacement for Charlie might not be so easy to find. Not right away, anyhow, and I was damned eager to become a part of her new romance, to mesh with them both in the throes of their fucking. Not that I ever had any idea of balling the kid; I could never go in for that he-and-he stuff, although I was to discover that she-and-she swinging wouldn't bother me at all. But that part of it was off in the future, and I was intensely in the present then, each moment of delay stretching out tensely as I waited for my wife and Charlie to untangle themselves.
Biting my lips, I watched the kid back his dripping shaft out of my wife's torrid pussy and saw the glistening trail of come the withdrawn cockhead dribbled down the inside of Betty's veed thighs. Sighing, Charlie sat back on his haunches, that ever-ready prick still poking up erect as a flagpole, its glans reddened and smeared. My wife sagged forward then, sliding down to her belly and bringing her lush thighs together before rolling over onto her back and looking up at the lad.
When she held up her arms, he went down into them, lying beside her love-warmed body to snug his face into the white cushions of her big tits. Betty stroked his hair and ran her fingers down his back, tilting her face to kiss his cheek, and I saw the boy's red tongue curl out to taste her brown nipple. Charlie really adored my wife; his love was plain to see, and I experienced a feeling of pride that she could make him feel that way, even though she was more than twice his age. The moment was now, I thought anxiously; this was the time to tell him-while he was relaxed and cuddled into her breasts, while that always-stiff cock was propped against her rounded thigh.
"Charlie," she murmured, "you do love me, don't you? You don't ever want to give up our time together, our wonderful fucking?"
"I can't ever stop loving you," he said, his voice muffled by her tits, "or ever stop fucking you, Betty, I'd go crazy without you, and I only wish we could live together, so we could always be like this-without ever having to worry about him."
Her voice was soft and honeyed as she said, "We can arrange that, darling. Almost, I mean. I don't think your mother would just let you move m with me, but my husband would."
Charlie stiffened against her naked body, his face lifting from the valley of her comforting breasts, his widened eyes searching her face. "Wh-what do you mean? Mr. Barnett wouldn't just let me move in here-"
Betty kissed his forehead. Tm sure he would if that was possible. My husband will do anything to make me happy, darling. And that includes having you. any time and every time I want you."
"Wait a minute!" The kid's voice was sharp with anxiety. "He-he can't know about you and me, can he? I mean-he's your old man, your husband, and if he thinks I'm getting into his wife's pussy-"
"Easy, sweetheart," she purred, caressing his shoulders. "Don't be frightened. He knows; he saw us fucking this afternoon when he came home early. But he didn't say anything to me about it until much later, after you'd gone."
"Oh wow!" Charlie muttered. "Man, I have to get out of here before-"
Betty held to his arms and wrapped her legs around his, holding the boy fast. "Rich didn't tell me he'd watched us until he had just finished screwing me himself. He was so damned excited about seeing you put it to me that he jacked off, and he asked me to get you back over here tonight-so he could watch us fuck again."
"I-I don't get it," the boy said shakily. "I mean, you're his wife, and I'm just a kid, and-" the full import of what Betty had just said hit him then, and he tried to wriggle from her grasp. "Hey! Do you mean that he's around here right now?"
My wife held him close, soothing him, calming him as best she could, and when he had quieted some, she called to me: "Rich, darling! Come on out and join us.
CHAPTER 5
I tried to move slowly and calmly toward them, tried to smile reassuringly at the kid's scared face. I knew that if I came bombing out of that closet, even holding my hard cock in one hand, the sudden action might send the boy leaping through the window. All his programming had taught Charlie that guys didn't go for other guys laying their wives, that being caught at it could be dangerous as all hell, bringing on shotguns and axes and whatnot. So I couldn't blame the boy for freezing where he was, held tightly against my wife's naked body.
"Like Betty said," I murmured, "just take it easy, Charlie. I wouldn't hurt you, son. Hell, I'm grateful to you for fucking her. Your screwing has brought me and my wife much closer together. I really thank you for having the guts to screw her, and I don't want to cut you off from her pussy now. I just want to share it with you."
He was still silent, even though his dry lips worked. Betty relaxed her grip on him and ran the calves of her shapely legs up and down his supine body. "See, Charlie? It's all right, as I told you. My husband is all turned on because you and me have been fucking. Look how hard his prick is. Oil Charlie, Charlie-don't you see? Now we can take all the time we need, fuck as long as we want to, relax and not hurry-and lover boy, there are still a lot of things I want to do with you, and to you."
Moving around to the other side of the bed, I sat down and said, "I'm not queer, Charlie. I just like to see my wife happy, and now she can be your wife, too. Ease off, son; relax. Just look at her naked flesh and feel those beautiful tits and remember how hot and juicy her sweet pussy is."
Betty was still on her side, with her rounded ass toward me, so I reached out and caressed the cheeks, "You have such a beautiful ass, baby," I said to her. "Charlie was really pumping his cock into you dog fashion. It's been a long time since you and I fucked that way."
Since my attention seemed to be diverted from him, the boy had time to get hold of himself, to think this strange situation through and understand that it was going to be fantastic for all of us. I could almost see the wheels click inside his head as Charlie realized that all this marvelous fucking was really free for him now, that my wife's fabulous cunt was available to him any time he craved it, without fear of getting jammed up.
I rolled up onto the bed and pressed my stiff prick between the warmly resilient cheeks of Betty's mounded ass, snugging it into the furry cleft as she writhed back against it. Stroking her back and nuzzling into the nape of her neck, I breathed deeply of her excitement, of the individual scent of her luxurious hair. Her flawless skin was sheened faintly with a golden sweat, and I trembled with anticipation.
She still bad her arms wrapped around the boy's shoulders, and I felt the surging of one buttock as Betty lifted her leg and draped it across Charlie's hip. Sliding down, I caressed her hips and eased the head of my swollen, throbbing cock between her lush thighs, so that it nudged up into the thrillingly wet patch of her abundant pubic hair.
As my wife felt the gentle pressure of my glans against her labia, she moved her face forward and brought her mouth to Charlie's, saying against his lips, "Kiss me, darling-kiss me while my husband slides his stiff cock up into my hot pussy, into the cunt you just took your nice prick out of."
Holding to her trim waist, I hunched upward, prodding into the foamy heat of her pussy lips until they spread to take in my cockhead. I felt the extra juiciness there, the greasy salve that the boy had left inside my wife's vagina, and my aching prick slipped easily into her sheath, to be enveloped fondly by the hot and slick membranes. My crotch came up into the spread crack of her smooth ass, and I sighed with rapture as my shaft sank home to the hilt.
Betty was tonguing his mouth, her heavy breasts mashed into the boy's hairless chest, and she squirmed now upon the shaft I had plunged into her slippery socket. I heard her moan against Charlie's teeth, and began to stroke up into that clinging, silken hole so bubbly and frothed from its recent fucking, that searingly ravenous slit that could never get enough hard meat. She rolled her ass to me, but that one leg was across the boy's body, and every erotic movement she made surged the front mounding of her plush cunt against him, too. Then I could feel the answering thrusts of his slim body as he responded to her seeking crotch, and wondered how my wife was going to work out this blending.
Breaking the long kiss, she said, "Charlie-slid up some more; higher, darling. I'm going to do something different for you, something I just learned from my husband. Oh sweetheart, while Rich fucks me, I want to taste your adorable young prick."
The kid's voice quivered: "B-betty-you mean go down on me-right now, with your old man watching-"
"Hush, now," she commanded, her strong hands pushing at him, sliding the narrow, tanned body into the position she wanted. His cockhead was against her cheek, and her fingers clamped into the slim cheeks of his ass.
My view was close-up, and I could see every detail over my wife's bare shoulder as she prepared to eat the boy's stiff prick. I could make out every curly hair of Charlie's crotch, every wrinkle in the sack of his balls, and my eyes traced the engorged veins along his distended shaft. Not a very big cock, I thought again, but one that never seemed to go soft, and one that Betty obviously worshipped.
She kissed his pubic hair and ran her red, wet tongue through the sparse feathering of it, tickling the tip along and around the base of his shaft. Charlie shuddered and twisted, but my wife slid her mouth up the underside of his cock and moved her hot tongue to the flexing glans, laving it, caressing it I watched intently, working my own prick slowly back and forth within the clenching sleeve of her milky pussy, grinding gently against the shapeliness of her lovely ass.
When Betty brought her lips down to cover the boy's cockhead, I emphasized with the sudden thrill that shot through him, knowing exactly what a fantastic sensation she was giving the sensitive flesh. I watched his round meat vanish into the suctioning grip of her mouth, saw my wife take another guy's prick into her lips and caress it lovingly with her frantically busy tongue. My cock throbbed within her juicy snatch and I held it quiet so I wouldn't come too soon.
There we were, one passionate woman and two horny guys, my prick shoved to the root inside her fiery cunt, and his cockhead reaching back into the velvet cupping of her throat. This is what I'd wanted, what I had subconsciously desired for many years, perhaps ever since Betty and I had been married-to share my wife's gorgeous body with another male who loved her as much as I did. It was one hell of a feeling, a keenly intense wave of lasciviousness that swept me from end to end and concentrated in my crotch.
Seeing Betty work her mouth back and forth upon the young, stiff prick, watching his balls touch her chin, her throat, seeing my wife's cheeks dip in and out as she sucked his cock hungrily-that vivid close-up shook me to my very core. Her cunt squeezed down upon my shaft, moving slowly and sensuously upon it as her mouth was moving upon the boy's rod. She was taking us both, thrilling us both, sharing the marvelous delights of her hot body with her husband and her young lover, and it was driving me crazy, it was so damned good.
My tongue had been in there where Charlie's cock was now; my tongue had curled and slid over hers, which was now caressing his spongy glans and pressing into his slot. She had sucked upon my tongue as she was sucking on his prick, and as I thrust into the slippery clasp of her blazing cunt, I realized that the vaginal walls that were swing around my prick had been bathed with the boy's thick, creamy semen. His inner juices had been mixed with her own flowing love oils, and the blended lubricants were now oiling my shaft, making it better for me.
"Betty, Betty!" the lad gasped. "Oh please-I can't stand it any more. Don't do that with your tongue-oohh! Oh wow-let go, Betty; if you don't, I might shoot off in your mouth."
Her only answer was a heartfelt moan, and ray wife sucked harder on his prick, pulling and tugging as her fingers dug into the cheeks of his smooth ass to keep him from getting away from her. She gobbled that hard meat furiously, and her ass swung against my pelvis in short, greedy arcs.
I said, "That's what she wants, kid. She wants you to come in her mouth. Go ahead, Charlie-let it go, son; pump it far back into her throat!"
Betty's snatch was whirling around "my surging prick now, heaving and palpitating and fluttering the way it always did when she was on the verge of orgasm, so I stroked it to her, burying my cockhead deep, trying to slam it up against the spongy cushion of her womb and grinding my balls up against her quivering labia. But I never took my eyes from her mouth as it drew avidly at the boy's cock.
"Uhhh!" he groaned, catching her hair in his hands and humping into her face, his furry balls swinging. He was coming, and I was fascinated by the look of rapture that spread across my wife's face as the boy's hot semen gushed into her mouth. Her throat convulsed when she swallowed the slippery fluid, and she sucked for more, making wet noises around his pumping glans.
My own prick throbbed insanely, and I dug my fingers into the tender flesh of her trim hips as the ejaculation burst forth. Betty's cunt undulated wildly around my spitting prick, and my semen spurted boiling into it, thick and greasy and strong as the creamy stuff the boy was jetting into her eager throat. We fired our powerful juices into my wife together, Charlie flooding her mouth while I drenched her sizzling cunt.
Locked together in a pervading and mutual ecstasy, we shivered and clung, melting and becoming one multifaceted individual rather than three separate entities. It was a strange, transcendental feeling that lasted for a very long time, only slowly diminishing as the ebbing of immediate passions took place.
I came back from a trip around some far sun, my prick going only a little soft as I drew it lingeringly from the dripping hold of my wife's saturated pussy and trailed the cockhead down the silken roundness of her sleek thigh, marking it with a narrow path of semen, as Charlie had traced it earlier, live and sticky.
Rolling over onto my back, I drew deep and steadying breaths, luxuriating in the feeling of complete gratification, reveling in the voluptuous pleasures we had shared. I felt younger, stronger, than I ever had before, even as a youth, and in one corner of my drowsy mind, I realized that this was only the beginning of a magically wanton relationship. My wife and I and her lover-a trio of swingers who could, and would, ball in many different ways now that it had become possible to indulge our innermost, secret fantasies.
It was hot and juicy flesh, but it was also more than that; what we were beginning was also a thing of the spirit, a gladness of the inner self that was radiant in its freedom. Now there were dizzying heights for us to climb together, lascivious depths we could plumb, and endless variety of sensual experiments open for sampling.
Out of the comer of my eyes, I watched Charlie slide his young prick from my wife's lips, and saw that she had drained the last drop of semen from the head; the blunt point was dry now. The boy sagged to one side, and Betty snuggled her face into his smooth belly to rest. There could be no such thing as jealousy between us, I thought, for that emotion was selfish, envious, and how could any of us be so possessive when the giving was good as the getting? I enjoyed what my wife relished; I identified with the boy as he reached his tremulous climaxes with her, either heaving into her glorious snatch or spurting into her tugging mouth. Her orgasms were also mine, and my coming was a part of her. When Charlie got his nuts off with my wife, it was just about the same as me getting mine.
I don't know how long we lay there, quietly relaxed and thinking our own thoughts, but sometime later Betty was the first to break the comfortable silence when she said softly: "I never thought I could be so happy, so complete."
Putting my hand upon her shoulder, I said, "That's how I feel, too. Charlie-how about you? Did you get over your nervousness?"
The boy stirred and moved away from Betty, stretching out on his back, and I noticed that his tireless shaft was only at half mast. Mine was a shrunken nub, but I didn't worry about its limpness any more, knowing now that I could be aroused quickly by my wife's new sexiness.
Charlie said thoughtfully, "Man, I never even dreamed it could be like this. I mean, making it with a married woman at the same time her old man lays her. I guess I'm closer to you than I was to my own dad, Mr. Barnett-Rich. I was real scared at first, but when Betty started kissing my cock and you slipped it to her pussy from behind-well, I was ready for it all, then."
"And you're not jealous of me?" I asked.
"No way," he responded. "If you want me to fuck your wife, how can I be jealous of you fucking her, too? Like you said before, I'm real thankful for the chance. Betty is the most beautiful woman I ever saw, and I've been horny for her for a couple of years now, but until she came on strong the other day, I never had the guts to even touch her tits. I'd stare at them and wish, and watch the wiggly way she walks and wish, and then I'd have to go home and jack off while I pretended that she was letting me get in between her beautiful legs. I've had wet dreams about her at night, and because I needed to fuck her so much, I was even eying my kid sister as a substitute and looking at my mom, comparing her to Betty."
Betty murmured, "You poor kid, torturing yourself so much. I only wish that I had seduced you sooner. But we can make up for all the time we missed, now that Rich is with us and for us."
I thought about the kid sweating out his little sister and sneaking a look at his mother's tits when he could, and I didn't blame him a bit. Carolyn Jessup is the neighbor woman I mentioned before, the woman who had me interested before I found that my own wife was being screwed by this stiff-dicked young boy. She's tall and slinky, about five years younger than Betty, with a wealth of long, golden hair that swings down her back when she's not working on the ranch, its bright pendulum calling attention to the slim modeling of her shapely ass. She had these long, supple legs, and breasts that were small, but that stood high and proud. The only thing, Carolyn had always been sort of stand-offish and cool.
Then my wife rolled over and kissed me; her lips were still a little sticky, but I didn't give a damn. I kissed her back hard, letting her know how much she had turned me on, trying to show her how much I cared for her. Her fine, heavy breasts pushed their thick nipples against my chest, and I felt the damp caress of her thickly haired mound maneuvering around my limp cock. Betty was hotter than ever, her sultry body ready for more of the exotic sex we had experienced. Our tongues met wetly, warmly, and mine replaced the thicker, rounder meat that had so recently been inside her mouth.
But I drew back regretfully, to look over my wife's shoulder at the boy lying beside us on the big bed. Charlie was watching us closely, that priceless shaft of his beginning to climb erect once more, its knob burnished by the loving gotten from Betty's lips. I said to her, "We ought to do something about Charlie, maybe call his mother and see if he can stay overnight. What kind of excuse can we make?"
Betty propped herself on one elbow. "Let's see, now-you're supposed to be in town until late. Suppose you had a breakdown, and have to stay over at the motel until you can pick up the truck tomorrow? That should do it; Carolyn knows I'm a little spooky about staying alone."
"Wow," Charlie breathed, "all night long."
I grinned at the young stud. "I probably will have a breakdown, but it's going to be a hell of a lot of fun working up to it."
We watched our lovely, sensuous and mutual piece of ass walk sway-hipped across the room to pick up the phone.
CHAPTER 6
It was a long night, and more than once I had to fortify myself with a couple of blasts from a bottle of excellent bourbon I keep in the cabinet for special occasions-like snakebite or taking turns with a fifteen-year-old boy in fucking my wife.
After Betty conned his mother into allowing Char* lie to stay over, she went into the bath to tidy herself, saying that she wanted to make her body sweet and fresh for us. Charlie agreed to have a glass of milk and a quick sandwich while I tapped the jug, and for a little while there, I guess we felt embarrassed at sitting around naked, but it soon wore off when we started to discuss Betty.
"You know, Rich," he said, my first name still difficult for him to handle, "I thought I was freaking out when Betty really rubbed it into me the first time. I mean, I damned near shot off right in my jeans. Here I'd been dreaming about her for so long and then suddenly-there it was; I could feel her hot pussy right through our clothes, and when she put one of those gorgeous tits into my hand, that was it. I was plenty scared-of you showing up, and of not knowing how to do it. I had never fucked before, and I didn't want to pop off before I ever got my cock into her. As it was, I almost did."
"Yes," I said, "she told me that you came pretty quick, after only a few strokes, but that she made you keep your prick inside her pussy and showed you how you could keep right on going. That must have been something terrific-getting your first piece of ass from a woman so hot and juicy. You know, you're only the second guy Betty ever screwed. She was a cherry when we got married, and she never wanted to make it with anybody else-not until you came along. It's tough for you to believe, I imagine, but I was getting tired of fucking her. Not exactly tired, I guess, just bored. And it was like that with her, too. I'm sure glad she decided to do something about it"
The kid finished his milk and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. "Oh wow; Fin glad, too. I never even dreamed how terrific fucking her could be, even though I kept trying to picture it. I was getting so hard up and horny that I was starting to play around with my kid sister. You know, not really trying anything raunchy, just tickling her and wrestling around with her, so I could get a feel of .her little ass. She has these little tits, too-like green apples; they're nothing like Betty's, and Fm sure her cunt is just a baby's, without much hair, if she's got any at all. But I had it in mind to get into her panties before long if something didn't happen. I mean, all I could think about was your wife's pussy and how deep it would be, how hot and slippery. Fm glad she took my cherry, or else I might have wasted it on Kim."
I took another long swallow of the fiery but smooth bourbon, and as it warmed my belly, I thought of Charlie's sister. The kid sometimes rode over to our place on her gelding, her dark red hair flying, her tiny body clinging to the saddle and moving rhythmically with the horse. I remembered I'd thought how cute the kid was, and maybe I'd even stared a bit at the tight seat of her jeans. Now I thought about her some more, wondering how it would be to put my big, adult meat into a tiny, untried cunt.
And then, there was Charlie's mother. If either Carolyn or his sister Kim was nearly as horny as this boy, there was always the possibility of getting something together, with one or both of them. The idea stirred my prick and pumped blood into it; I could feel the well-used tool hardening between my thighs and opened them to give it room to grow.
"Okay," Betty said from the hallway door, "if you guys are all through discussing me, it's your turn in the shower. Both of you, I mean. And just so nobody feels left out, I'll do the honors. I always wanted to give a couple of guys a bath."
I put down the bottle and glanced at Charlie. He grinned at me and spread his hands, as if to say right on, or something equally as young. We got up and followed Betty's glowing nude form into the bathroom, our eyes drawn to the enchanted rippling of her modeled ass and the graceful sweep of her ripe legs.
We have this combination tub and shower; nothing fancy, just the usual rig with plastic curtains around it. Betty already had warm water running, so I climbed into the tub and stood there waiting, with the water running down my body, my reawakened shaft sticking straight out. Charlie got in, too, giggling nervously when his hard cock bumped into mine. Betty made colorful bubbles with a bar of her specially scented soap until she had handfuls of lather.
She started on me, running her deft hands slickly over my sensitive skin, soaping me down from neck to ankles and paying particular attention to my crotch, my balls and the base of my prick, but carefully avoiding the throbbing cockhead.
When she switched over to the kid, I watched her rub foamy hands over his slim body and saw how she teased into his opened thighs, the way she stroked over his rigid pole. By the time she was finished tantalizing our water-warmed flesh, we were ready to crawl onto her right there on the bathroom floor. But Betty insisted we rinse off, and then she dried us lovingly. I had this weird feeling that Charlie and me were a pair of Roman emperors, and Betty was the most provocative, most skillful courtesan in the empire and was preparing us for an orgy.
In a way, she was. My wife was delighting in her role as high priestess of sex, the bitch goddess no man could resist, and she played the part superbly, dominating us, taking command of the situation and making us adore her all the more for her attitude. Happily obeying, we followed her back into the bedroom and waited for her next orders.
They were simple and to the point She spread herself upon the sheets like a sumptuous feast and said softly, Tuck me. Both of you fuck me, taking turns."
I hesitated, then nodded at Charlie. "You first, son."
Trembling with eagerness, he went to my wife, while I sat on the edge of the bed with my prick hard as a broomstick and watched them, not having to hide this time, able to touch both of them whenever I wanted to. The boy lay down on top of Betty, kissing her and fondling her breasts. Her sleek body tick-tocked beneath him, her woolly pelvis finding his and thrusting there in sweetly hungry circles.
My wife's hands moved down over the kid's petting his buttocks, then sliding around in front to caress his stiff cock and the sac of his balls. I sat there watching them, thinking how many times she had done just that to me, knowing the feel of her soft, deft fingers and the cushioning of her flesh. Betty opened her superb legs wider, lifting her burnished knees and exposing the spectacular mounding of her richly haired pussy. Almost immediately, Charlie's swollen cockhead probed anxiously for the humid opening of her cunt lips, and my wife helped the boy find the juicy hole, guiding his prick with her fingers.
Leaning closer so that I could see it all, I peered at the rosy, flanged head as it pushed into Betty's labia, seeing the wet mouth expand to take it in. Slowly, inch by hard and meaty inch, Charlie's prick eased into my wife's beautiful vagina, sliding in and up until his balls were resting in the tufted cleft of her charming ass. She sighed when the boy's pole settled firmly within the moist gripping of her pussy and began that slow, sensuous rolling of her pelvis that made her-well trained vagina wring down upon his cock.
Cupping the smooth cheeks of Charlie's ass, my wife hunched gently to him, controlling his strokes with her hands and the supple responses of her crotch, making him keep the rhythm slow and easy. Her eyes came open and found mine; she smiled as she murmured, "Oh, Rich, it's so good to feel this hard young prick moving inside my pussy. I love the way he thrusts it into me. Oh-I can feel the nice round head bumping into sensitive spots, and when it sinks deep, when Charlie wiggles his ass like he's doing right now, his prick tickles my clit and sends shivers far up into my belly."
I reached out and put one hand gently upon the kid's ass, letting it ride up and down with the seesawing of his fucking as he fed that young meat slowly but strongly into Betty's loving snatch. I said: "You love to fuck, baby. Any good, hard prick would make you happy. Ride his cock, darling-make your educated cunt suck on it."
She shivered, her eyes still locked into my own, then bit her lips as she forced her body to stop its erotic grinding. "Oh-oh, Charlie, darling. Pull it out, lover. I know you haven't come, but that's all right; you can get back into my pussy soon. I want my husband to take a turn now. Pull it out, Charlie."
The lad hesitated, but came up to brace on his elbows and withdraw his shaft from my wife's steaming pussy. Rigid and pulsing, his prick was oiled by her inner fluids, the head gleaming and red. Charlie backed from between her spread thighs and looked at me. I moved over and crawled between their warm, satin roundness, steering my own hungry cockhead down into the damp black fleece that had just been curled around the base of his rod, into the inflamed pussy lips that had just let go his shaft.
She was greasy and hot, so my knob slid in quickly, reaching up into that contracting, fondling sleeve of searing velvet that gave way only to close back around my meat. When my prick was crammed full length into that glorious cunt and my balls snuggled against her uptilted asshole, Betty moaned softly.
"Ahh, that's nice; that's wonderful, to feel one prick right after the other. Fuck me slow and easy, Rich-so Charlie can watch and see how you screw me. Oh, his cock warmed me up for yours, and I'm. getting more juicy inside-ahh, Rich, my husband, my lover-"
Tenderly, I sledged my prick back and forth into the wet oven of my wife's marvelous snatch, amazed at how many different motions Betty could put into it Bending my neck, I fastened my mouth around one of her erect nipples, sucking gently upon it as I foiled my eyes around to see how Charlie was taking the scene. The kid had one hand wrapped around his aching cock and was stroking my wife's hair with the other, but Betty showed no inclination to take that rigid cock into her mouth again-at least, not just yet. She was gyrating lasciviously upon my shaft, rubbing her shaggy pelvis into mine with each adoring circle of her ass, and I loved her more than ever now; I was proud of her sexual prowess, her desirability, her passionate hotness.
"T-take it out," she gasped, right in the middle of her orgasm, just as her cunt squeezed avidly upon my embedded rod and she twitched in her coming, "Oh, it's so good, but I want Charlie's cock back in me now-"
Smoothly, I slipped it out of her vibrant pussy and made room for the boy between her sleek thighs. Charlie jammed his ready knob into her dripping labia and shoved it deep, burying his hard young pole to the balls within my wife's feverish cunt. Now she rode it greedily, twisting upon every reaching stroke, humping madly when the boy pulled back, arching her body and bringing her plump thighs up to clamp around his surging hips.
Teased and stirred beyond endurance by his earlier fucking of her without coming, Charlie laid the meat to my wife with rapid, lunging thrusts that jolted her ripe ass and made her big tits bounce.
She gave a sharp little yelp. "I-I'm coming again- oohh! It's marvelous, wonderful-I'm coming again! Oh, hurry, Charlie-shoot that hot come into my pussy-quick, quick!"
The lad pounded his shaft into her seething snatch, his balls slapping wetly into the swinging crack of her rounded ass. Gripping my wife's trim waist with both hands, he gave a final, twisting hunch and let go his load inside her pussy, his sac contracting and leaping upward as his cockhead spewed boiling semen in Betty's receptive sheath.
Surprising both of us then, she pushed the boy off her, giving an agile twist of her crotch that snapped his still spurting prick neatly from her greasy labia. Gasping to me, she said, "Hurry-stick your cock in me now, now, while I'm all slidy with his juice!"
Charlie was a little stunned, so I had to edge him aside with my hip in order to get between her shivering thighs. Gleaming, milky semen puddled upon her cunt lips, a white lake within her black and curly hair now matted with wetness. Trembling, I shoved my distended and pulsing cockhead right into it, feeling the glorious slickness cover my hard meat as it penetrated into her flexing pussy and snuggled far up into my wife's rippling, flooded sleeve.
She fucked me just as hard as she had fucked him, possibly even more savagely, slamming her crotch viciously into mine and swiveling her belly to make my glans reach every sensitive area of her auctioning vagina. Charlie's come was hot and slippery inside her, and Betty's own love oils were flowing copiously. With every slamming stroke I made, I could hear sloshing noises, sexy wet sounds that could only be made by a greasy prick working within a soupy cunt.
"F-fuck me, fuck me!" she panted, biting into the side of my throat and lancing her fingernails into the heaving cheeks of my ass. "Oh you wonderful, horny man-fuck me forever!"
Flinching and churning her ravenous snatch around my pistoning cock Betty came suddenly and furiously, her pussy fluctuating madly upon my cock-head, nipping at it, clamping down along the length of the plunging shaft So hot and greasy and sweet- as she shook in the tensed completion of her climax, I drove my knob home once more, then hosed her inflamed vagina with a spate of bubbling semen.
There!" I gasped. "Take my come, you beautiful, hot bitch! Feel it inside your cunt? Do you feel my semen mixing with Charlie's in your lovely pussy? Oh, Betty-Betty-"
I was still draining when I backed it out of her blazing snatch and rolled aside, gulping for strengthening air. The kid was back at that fabulous pussy in a second, sticking his hard meat into my wife's cunt lips while they were still quaking from releasing my shaft. Charlie really sledged it to her, getting his hands under the cheeks of her lush ass and hiking her moving crotch to him so he could reach deeper with his short but rigid prick.
Now semen was trickling from her spongy pubic hair with every solid thrust the boy's cock made, seeping from her scarlet cunt lips and making a creamy rivulet down her inner thigh and pooling into the crack of her ass. His prick went slosh-slosh, and Betty rocked with every penetrating lunge, her breasts jiggling and her fingers clawing at the sheet. She had wanted to be fucked by both of us, and her desires were coming true, with interest. Charlie was so horny from screwing her, from seeing me fuck her immediately after, that he couldn't stay away from that fantastic pussy, hypnotized by its drippy, steaming cleft, which gave so much rapture to his young cock.
I knew how he felt I was also mesmerized by my wife's utter abandon and complete bitchiness, by seeing her turned into such a debauched fucking machine, dedicated only to giving and taking sexual pleasure. She was a beautiful body, a hot cunt and rolling ass; she was big, resilient tits and a sweaty belly; she was curling legs and seesawing pelvis; she was hair and juice and flesh-fucking and being fucked, lost in the enchanted release of pure carnality.
In and out, the boy's stiff prick worked, and my wife met his every thrust with her back arched, with her lifted legs now wrapped around the small of his back. Avidly, Betty jammed her mouth into his and used her tongue, but only for a moment. With the bed rocking and bouncing like a small boat in a high sea, she tore her mouth from Charlie's and twisted her upper body so that she could angled toward me where I lay breathlessly upon my side.
Cupping her hand behind my head, she pulled my face to hers and ground her mouth into my lips, her breath hot and spicy, her tongue probing deeply. Locked into her mouth, I could feel every hammering lunge the boy's cock was making into her saturated cunt and feel the spiraling of her lower body against my leg as she took that burrowing meat.
Betty hissed it against my teeth: "Rich, Rich! His prick is still so hard-he's m-making me come again- and, yes, oh yes! There he goes, too! He's spurting his come into me, darling-oh, kiss me, lass me!"
Closing my eyes, I worked my tongue against here as the boy ejaculated into her drenched pussy again.
CHAPTER 7
Betty was as alert and vivacious as ever at breakfast the next morning, radiant from her night of love and looking bright and fresh as a schoolgirl She fed us a big, hearty meal, and both the kid and I needed it; our asses were dragging a little from all the juice we'd pumped into my wife the night before, so we did justice to a platter of ham and eggs and country biscuits with honey and home churned butter, washing everything down with strong coffee.
She had on a new dressing gown, a pale pink thing that clung to her generous curves and called attention to the dips and valleys of her mature body. Betty's tits pushed appealingly forward, and the crevice between them was dusky, perfumed with her special scent Up long before either Charlie or me, she had showered and washed her hair, which was still damp, and held back by a pink ribbon. The only makeup she wore was a touch of pale lipstick, and her eyes sparkled.
Charlie couldn't keep his eyes off her, and when he'd finished eating, sighed and said, "You just keep on getting more beautiful. I wish there was some way I could stay over here all the time, but I know Mom is getting anxious about me now."
"I'll drive you home," I offered, "and see if I can come up with some more chores you can do over here."
He frowned. "Plenty to do at home, I guess. Mom wants me to go to town today for supplies, and then there's hay to stack. But I can sneak back tonight."
Betty leaned over and kissed him, her tit brushing his arm. "You do that, lover; we'll be waiting for you."
In the truck, Charlie said to me, "We really fucked her last night, didn't we?"
"Put it to her as best we could," I agreed, "but she screwed us both down. Our wife is one hot piece of ass, son, and I think she's just now getting turned loose."
The pickup bounced along the country road, and he said, "You know, I wish you and me could really fuck Betty together. I mean, at the same time, not just taking turns. My prick isn't nearly as big as yours, and maybe we could somehow get yours and mine into her pussy together. I'd dig that a lot."
"I'd like it, too," I answered. "I'll talk to her and see if it can't be worked out." The idea of the lad's hard cock and mine sliding into my wife's juicy snatch side by side intrigued me, but I wondered if she could take them both like that, and what kind of contortions we'd have to undertake. Then I tried to picture timing our strokes inside Betty's cunt, that marvelous wet vagina that would be stretched so around our twinned shafts, so that Charlie and I could come together, both of us spurting out semen together, our cockheads being bathed by the foaming liquids, and I trembled.
"Come on back soon as you can," I said as I pulled the truck up into his front yard.
"You know it," the boy promised, and climbed out I saw his mother come out of the house onto the front porch, her long, slim body looking svelte and trim in tight jeans and a tee-shirt. On impulse, I cut the motor and got out of the truck, too, walking across the yard as Charlie skipped up the steps, said something to his mom, kissed her on the cheek and went on into the house.
"Hi," Carolyn Jessup said. "I hope Charlie was plenty of help to Betty last night while you were gone."
"Oh yes," I answered. "She has a tough time getting along without him now." The woman's hair was sunshine gold, brushed back loosely and caught in a ponytail; her dark blue eyes looked a bit tense, her tanned and slightly freckled face drawn, as if she hadn't slept well. I was struck again by the sleekness of her tall, graceful body and wondered if some of her tension was caused by doing without a man for so long.
"So do I," Carolyn said. "He's been doing a man's job since the divorce."
I thought he was doing a pretty good man's job at my house, too, sticking his cock into my wife, but of course I didn't say that Instead, I said, "Charlie told me he's going to town. I'm about caught up at home, so I'll stay and stack hay for you."
"That'll be welcome," she said. "Come on in and have some coffee first Kim is gone, too; took her horse over to be shod."
Following Carolyn into her house, I watched the sinuous rolling of her narrow hips, an unconsciously sexy movement that she seemed to try and control. She was almost tall as I was, and excitingly lean, with small, pointed breasts and a flat belly, and if I'd thought I was all fucked out after last night's orgy, I was wrong. Now that new and more exciting avenues of sensuality were being opened to me, I was stirred by the woman, especially when I caught the clean, fresh fragrance of her skin.
My wife was probably Carolyn's only close friend; as I've said, she's a little too cool for most ranch wives around here, and they consider her stuck-up. Now that I know this woman so much better, I realize that she'd always been trying to hold herself in, a little afraid of her own seething emotions. But I'm getting ahead of my story.
That first day at the Jessup place, I sipped coffee like a gentleman, but I also kept stealing glances at Carolyn's high, fine breasts and the way her hips land of slid around when she moved. Picturing those long, supple legs wrapped around my body, I felt my cock start to lift, and wondered if the hair on her long unused pussy was the same golden shade as that on her head. Carolyn had this wide and generous mouth, and a perky nose, and she grinned nicely to show white, even teeth. I wondered about her mouth, too: had she ever wrapped those mobile lips around her ex-husband's prick, or was she like my own wife used to be, fearful of being "perverted"?
I don't remember what we talked about, but it couldn't have been important. Then we went out to the barn and I shed my jacket before starting to work on the old stack of hay that had to be moved out where it could be fed before the new cutting came into the barn. Carolyn worked right along with me, trim and muscular and sweating. Her tee-shirt was clinging damply to her bra-confined breasts and pulled tight across her sleek belly. Even her sweat was golden, and I imagined it sliding in jeweled droplets down the insides of her willowy thighs and trickling into the modeled cleft of that trim ass.
When I climbed down off the stack to take a break, she wiped dust from her cheek as I sat down on a bale beside her, trying a tired little grin that didn't quite come off. She said, "It's good to work with someone besides Charlie for a change. I-I didn't think I'd miss having a man around so much."
There was a compelling musk rising from her heated flesh, a scent that had nothing to do with bottled lotions; it was the odor of woman sweat, clean and pungent and penetrating, filling my nostrils and drawing me toward her. I said, "It's rough on you, I know. You must be very lonely, Carolyn."
There was a hint of moisture at the corners of her blue eyes. "Lonely? Oh hell, I wouldn't say that. Shouldn't every woman just lose herself in work, and forget what it's like to climb into an empty bed every night? Even if what I had in my bed before wasn't much, at least he was something, somebody."
When her mouth trembled, it was too much, and I reached for her. Our thighs were already practically brushing, so all she had to do was pivot a little to be right in my arms, and she did. Her lips were warm and mobile, parting slightly so I could probe between them to find the honeyed sweetness of her mouth.
Carolyn shook in my arms, big, rolling tremors that cried out for comfort, and her solid, conical breasts pushed yearningly into my chest. My hands felt down over that slim, graceful back, finding the lubrication of her sweat,' but finding also the cunningly designed shapings of her upper buttocks. Something like a sob broke against my teeth as her tongue responded to mine, and her breath gushed hotly into my mouth, spiced with scents and small, leaping flames. Those hungry shudders continued to wrack her taut body, but Carolyn suddenly tore her mouth away from mine when I cupped the slender melons of her ass, taking one in each hand.
"N-no!" she gasped. "Oh lord, no! Rich, please don't do this to me-please. Betty is my dearest friend, and I've always respected you as a man, and-"
I stopped her words with my mouth, thrusting my tongue deeply this time, curling it around her own, raking my teeth over hers. When she tried to struggle, I found those pert breasts in my hands, their hard points trying to bore through her bra cups into my palms. Carolyn Jessup was desperate for loving, needing sex more than she would admit to herself. And she did try to fight me off, but not with all the strength in that lean, whipcord body, but enough so that we rolled off the hay bale and onto the tarp below.
Damn; I was as horny as if I hadn't been fucking steadily for about twenty-four hours. This woman needed screwing, and I needed as badly to discover the secrets hidden between those long thighs. She wasn't only beautiful and helpless, but she was also the mother of the boy who was my wife's lover, and somehow that made Carolyn infinitely more exciting.
The tee-shirt yanked easily over her head, and I broke the bra strap to free her small, firm tits. Their nipples were dark pink and sprang vibrantly against my fingers. But still, she tried not to give in, and I couldn't bother working at her boots; I just peeled down her jeans and her plain white panties with them, jerked them together so that they wadded at her thin, shapely ankles.
"No, no, no," she begged, her eyes grown huge and staring up at me as she tried to cover her breasts and her crotch with fluttering hands, but it was too late for both of us, and I ripped off my own clothing in a frenzy.
Carolyn's mouth was open in shock, and there was grime smeared across one cheek and hay caught in her golden hair, but she was captivatingly lovely at that moment. When I pulled her arms aside, I saw that the hair on her mound was only a little darker than, that on her head, a rich and burnished bronze, piled very deep and fleecy, curling only at the ends. Her skin was flawless, a translucent milky white, and the sight of that naked, exposed body drove me a little crazy. She was so long and slim, graceful as a willow reed, and her flat belly was quaking with fear or desire, or perhaps both.
I put a strong hand against each knee as she raised them and tried to bring them together, prying them apart again so that spectacular mattress of golden hair gleamed up at me. Carolyn sat up and caught at my wrists. "Rich! Oh Rich-what are you-please, you can't, you can't!"
"I can," I answered, my voice hoarse and scratchy, "and I will. Look at my prick, Carolyn. See how hard it is, how long and round and stiff? I'm going to put it into you, shove it into that mossy cunt and reach all the way up inside your pussy with it. My prick is aching, Carolyn-it needs you, needs your pussy."
Her mouth worked helplessly, but no words came out, only a great, gusting sigh, and her hands fell away from my wrists. I came right down on top of her as Carolyn's upper body sagged back against the tarp, came down between those veed and polished thighs damp with her sweat, the distended head of my throbbing cock probing for the voluptuous padding of her crotch.
It was like sticking my knob into a hairy fire. Pushing through that thick forest of springy hair, my cockhead found her cunt lips and flinched at the outpouring of damp heat that radiated from them. But Carolyn's pussy was so soft, so giving, and when I set the blunt tip of the glans into those resilient lips, she surged strongly up against it, lifting her crotch and trying to spread her legs even wider.
I drove into those rubbery, moist labia, forcing them open, making them stretch so my bulb could get through. Like hot, wet elastic, they gave way, and my shaft slid up into a long and narrow vagina that was lined with buttery velvets. It was a lovely cunt, a searingly entrancing cunt, sheathed with wondrous, rippling muscles and possessed of a suctioning power that tried to draw my balls and all into its hungry, seething depths.
Carolyn moaned as I locked my prick into her juicy, pulsing socket and ground my pelvis into the fleecy nest of her crotch. Her erect clit seemed to stab at the base of my rod when I wiggled my ass and circled the cockhead into that tightly clasping pussy that hadn't been fucked in so long. Pulling back all the way, I felt her cunt lips gripping the flanges of my glans, and the woman's lean back arched as she followed my back stroke upward.
She gasped as I drove it home again, that penetrating lunge reaching all the way up to the spongy cupping of her cervix, and squirmed upon the sliding motion, writhed upon the strong, deep thrusting as I fed my swollen meat into this thrillingly new cunt Her oils flowed like syrup around my digging, burrowing shaft, and the walls of her strange pussy pulsated against me.
I was damned glad that I'd been screwing so much, or Carolyn Jessup's magnificently twisting body, her sweaty, lean thighs, the hard nipples drilling into my chest, and her superbly designed cunt would have made me go off in just a few strokes. As it was, I was strong and dominant, pouring the prick to her just as she craved it, with deep, hammering strokes. The woman bucked beneath me, throwing her slim arms around my neck and biting at my lips while her trim and lively ass did violent tricks in my hands.
"Oh, oh, oh!" she gasped. "Oh lord-uh-uh-uh!-oh lord, it's been so long, and it's so good, so very good-Rich, darling man, what a powerful cock you have, so strong and thick-I can feel it churning inside my pussy, reaching so far up me-AHHH!"
Suddenly she banged her crotch savagely into mine, using it like a furry pile driver, but wiggling and grinding as her narrow cunt clasped and trembled, let go and grabbed again around my sliding prick. Carolyn was coming fiercely, her entire body quivering and her mouth rabid against mine. Clenching me in her sleekly muscled thighs, she held me motionless for a long, ecstatic moment, then as suddenly let go and fell back, her arms dropping away from my neck and her mouth releasing my lips.
That elegantly slim body was still and her eyes were closed. I moved again, slipping my oily shaft back out, only to ramrod it to the root inside her excitingly different snatch, stirring the head around, pressing firmly against her retreated clitoris. Her eyelids fluttered, and I heard her draw a deep breath as I continued to fuck her, bringing her back from the ebbing of her first orgasm.
Pink and tremulous, her tongue flicked over her open lips, and Carolyn whispered, "Oh-you're still doing it to me. You haven't come-Rich, it's so wonderful, I can't believe-oh, oh! I never made it twice in a row before-oh lord. Rich-please, Rich, can you get my damned boots off without taking that lovely cock out of me?"
It was a struggle, but I managed to fight off one tight boot, then the other, as she pulled to help me. Her wiggling motions stimulated my prick submerged into the clenching of her aroused pussy. When she kicked away the wadded jeans and entangled panties, those marvelously long legs were completely free, turned vigorous as white, smooth serpents, coiling and uncoiling with the slow striking of her hips. The golden mattress of her pubic hair caressed my pelvis, and Carolyn's pussy turned artistic in its movements, doing exquisite little flips and cunning little wringings as she churned it around my stiff prick.
The woman was burning up inside. She had been far too long without a man's cock moving inside that greedy cunt, and every lingering thrust I made into those juicy depths struck a nerve. She came again and again, crying out wildly this time and wheeling that delectable ass in tiny, blurred circles; next time, she just hung on and let her vagina react by itself as her willowy legs locked around the small of my heaving back; the time after that, Carolyn rolled her dainty crotch from side to side and clamped her feet into the hollows of my knees, trying to get my sliding shaft impossibly deeper into her foaming box.
She went limp again after her third climax, or was it her fourth? That gave me the opportunity to manipulate her slim body into a different position. Hooking my arms beneath her knees, I lifted her crotch high, rolling her back upon the tarp until only her head and shoulder blades were against it. Only a woman with such long, supple legs could have really made it that way, but there was no strain as I worked her feet up onto my shoulders and corkscrewed my prick solidly into her wide open pussy, touching bottom with every shove.
Carolyn moaned softly, and her golden head moved like a metronome, back and forth, back and forth, keeping time with the strokes of my hard cock. A new life flamed deep within her slippery vagina, and I fanned it with my prodding glans until it flared madly and she rocked her ass, heaved her shaggy crotch and fucked me back as I had never been fucked before.
It was wild and frantic, and I pumped into her gorgeous, hot pussy with a frenzy that shook her from head to toes, with a sledging power that made her little tits jiggle and caused her to groan at every deep thrust.
I hissed it down into her contorted face: "Fuck me, you sweet cunt-ride my prick and squirm on it, you beautiful pussy-here and here-take my meat, baby- I'm going to come-I'm about to let go deep inside you, like this-oh yeah, like this!"
My semen was a skyrocket going off inside her shuddering cunt, a scattering of wet, creamy fires that rained throughout Carolyn's feverish vagina; spurt after spurt of rich, bubbling come inundated that exquisitely throbbing pussy, drenching the narrow sheath and forming a sticky pool around the embedded stem of my prick. It was one hell of a load, heavy and powerful, packing that tight snatch with all the liquid of my balls.
She came again, only a ragged breath behind me, screaming this time, shaking the rafters of the bam with a keening cry. "I love you, Rich! Oh, I love you! You've flooded my pussy with so much semen-oh, darling-darling!"
We kind of collapsed together then, her feet sliding down as she stretched out her tapered legs and adjusted her body more comfortably beneath mine, but Carolyn Jessup refused to let me take my cock from her drenched cunt. She brought her strong thighs together and clamped her pussy lips tightly around my stem, holding me a soaked and willing prisoner.
A dust cloud was settling around us, and I realized we'd stirred it from the tarp by the fervor of out screwing. Now that all my senses weren't concentrated in the head of my prick, I became aware of other things-of the smell of hay and her golden sweat, the exotic aromas of her soapy cunt.
It seemed impossible, but she turned more female then, patting ineffectually at her tangled hair. "I must look terrible. I'm sweaty and dusty and-and-"
"You're beautiful," I said, flexing the muscles of my ass so that my cockhead bulged a little inside her wet snatch. "You're lovely and adorable and sensuous, and you have one of the sweetest cunts in the world."
I swear she blushed then, her face turning pink as she closed her eyes. Nibbling at her lips, she said softly, "I-I never knew sex could be so wonderful. Jerry could never-my husband was just like a rabbit, and so many times, I never even made it with him. Oh lord, how can I be lying here in my own bam, with my best friend's husband between my thighs? How can I be holding Rich Barnett's cock inside me and thinking how marvelous, how fantastic it was, coming so many times with him that I lost count?"
Gently, I kissed her eyelids. "Just believe, Carolyn, believe and relax and enjoy."
Her vagina pulsed around my buried shaft as she whispered, "But I love you. I'm crazy mad in love with Betty's husband, and I don't want you to ever take it out of me. I want to go wild on your darling prick again and again."
"And I love you, too," I said. "Maybe we've always had this thing for each other and were only afraid to bring it out into the open."
"Please," she murmured, "I don't want you to love me, and I don't want you to take your prick out of me, but you have to. My children-Kim could come back any time, and maybe Charlie has already left town. My God, I've lost all track of time and space."
"For now," I said, and backed my softening cock from the delicious grasp of her foamy cunt lips. "Only for now, Carolyn. We'll take our clothes to the house and clean up a little, and you can check on your lads, put them off, make any land of excuse. Because we've only started, darling. It's just the beginning."
As I lifted from that sleek body, Carolyn twisted it from beneath me and sat up, grabbing desperately for her clothes. "Damnit, Rich! Don't you understand? Even though I want to be with you more than I've ever wanted anything else in my whole life, I just can't. We can't. Betty-your wife-"
As she wadded the clothes to her, I took one and helped her to her feet, marveling at the symmetrical length of her body. I said, "Come on; we'll talc it over in the house. No, don't try to get dressed here. If little Kim shows up and sees you, she'll know damned well you've been tumbled around in the barn. Well scoot across the yard bare-assed and take our chances."
Panting, she reached the back door ahead of me, and kept right on going into the bathroom, where I caught her as she dropped her soiled clothes. Pulling those delectable, slim cheeks back into my groin, I held her close, sliding my arms around her tensed body to cup Carolyn's tip-tilted breasts. I said into the nape of her neck, "I'll tell you about Betty, and when you've adjusted to what I have to say, maybe I can explain some other things to you."
She stiffened in my arms. "I don't want to hear anything bad about her. No lies or excuses, just because we lost our heads for awhile."
"No lies," I promised. "If you're embarrassed, put on your robe and go call the farrier. Ask Kim to ride over to my place for something, so she'll stay away awhile. You think you were turned on in the bam, Carolyn? I'll ask you something now-did your husband ever go down on you and eat that beautiful pussy?"
She gasped. "N-no; of course not!"
As I moved away from her and took the robe off its door hook, she kept her back to me, standing very rigid and silent. I put the robe over her shoulders and turned her around. She wouldn't look at me, but I could see a pulse beating in her throat.
"Go make the call, then I'll call my wife."
Carolyn moved robot-like into the living room, and her voice was strained as she talked with the farrier. I took the phone from her limp hand then, and dialed my home. "Hi, Betty; I'm still over here at the Jessups. No, Charlie had to go to town, but I imagine he'll stop by there before coming home. Listen now-little Kim will be on her way to our place soon. Keep her there, and be careful that she doesn't see anything; not until we're ready for it. Oh, and baby-Carolyn and I have just had a wonderful fuck. Yes, she's really a terrific lay, every bit as hot and eager as you are. Okay, I'll tell her; goodbye now."
Carolyn's face was white, her dark blue eyes expanded as they had been when she realized I was about to screw her. I said, "See how simple it is? I still love my wife, and Betty's very happy for us, for you and me. She has a lover of her own, you know; she said for me to lass you for her, and take our time. She'll keep your lads occupied as long as necessary."
She took a long and shuddering breath and just stood there, staring at me. I took her by the shoulders and turned her for the bathroom, urging her gently along as she tried to absorb all she'd heard. Unresisting, she let me step her into the shower stall, where she reached automatically for the water knobs.
Then she said, "No, my husband never went d= down on me. Will you?"
"Damned right." I said.
CHAPTER 8
She locked the doors anyhow, moving quickly and nervously around the house and double checking, fearful that her children might come in and catch her doing the unbelievable with the neighbor guy they all knew so well. If only Carolyn realized how well her son knew me, I thought, and wondered how I was going to go about breaking that stunning news to her. It would be a jolt for her, discovering that Charlie was fucking my wife, and Carolyn was so close to Betty, too. She was already feeling guilty about making it with me, even with my wife's approval. I don't think the full import of my conversation with Betty on the phone had completely sunken in as yet.
But Carolyn had been lonely too long, and from the few remarks she'd made about her unhappy marriage, she had never really been content in her sex life with her ex-husband. That furious bout of screwing with me in the barn had just gotten her started, and now her entire body was awakened, every nerve end stirring, coming to life, eager and expectant. This f woman's lovely, slim body was in control of her mind, s that growing passion overwhelming her logic. And that was just fine with me; I was more than ready to continue her sensual education, finding myself in somewhat the same position as my wife was with Charlie.
But I didn't push it; I waited calmly while she took a bath, raiding her fridge for a can of cold beer, then going into the shower myself. I came back into the living room with only a towel wrapped around my hips, but she wasn't there, so I turned to one of the bedrooms, and found her huddled beneath a sheet, with the curtains drawn and the room in shadow. Carolyn's bedroom smelled like her, fresh and clean, with only a hint of woman musk, but that whisper of scent was compelling.
Moving to the bed, I stood over it, looking down at the glory of her golden hair spread upon the pillow, her turned-aside face and the wondrous length of that lean body hidden under the cover. Bending to flick on the bed lamp, I drew the sheet down, exposing her trembling flesh, and said softly, There's nothing to hide, Carolyn; nothing to be ashamed of. You have a gorgeous body, so be proud of it, darling."
I dropped the towel and felt my shaft thickening as it gorged itself, as my senses were stimulated by the sight of that new, exciting flesh spread before me like a delicious feast, that womanly yet shy body so beguiling in its smoothness and elegant shapings. Her bronze fleece was thickly, luxuriously piled below her flat and tremulous belly, shaggy between Carolyn's lean, sleek thighs. The darkly pink faucets of her firmly rounded tits were sticking up hard and eager, and there was a special sheen to all her skin, a warm radiance glowing from deep within her.
Lying down beside her, I began to caress her, kissing her cheek lightly, nibbling gently at her ear, then touching into its shell with the top of my questing tongue. A shudder rippled through her, but I didn't prolong that teasing, but moved my mouth over to her wide and generous lips. My hands were on her breasts, my fingers rolling those erectile nipples between thumb and forefinger as my tongue fed itself into the warm, damp cavity of her mouth. She was still holding back, yet a little afraid of what she was getting into, but her tongue relaxed beneath my probing, and her spiced breath blended with my own, warmly, warmly. Trailing my mouth down the pale stalk of her throat, I licked along her collarbone, then into the perfumed valley between her breasts. There was time for us now, no desperate hurry, and no need for frenzied clutchings. I found the glove of one quaking tit and lapped over it, sucking the nipple between my lips and adoring it with my tongue before opening my mouth wide and drawing the entire small mound into it.
Carolyn heaved against me then, her body snapping taut and her belly straining, twisting to find my own. Her tongue lanced sizzling along my neck as she bent her head down, but I released the delectable globe of her breast and slid my mouth along her rib cage, delicately nipping the flawless skin, laving it with moistness and love. Now my hands were upon her svelte hips, feeling the fine molding of the bones beneath her flesh, my thumbs slipping into the joining of her precision-made thighs.
Now the exotic aroma of her snatch lifted into my spread nostrils, pungent and stimulating, and my tongue dragged tantalizingly across her flexing belly, to pause at her navel. Thrusting deeply into the cunning indentation, I twirled it there while Carolyn gasped and shuddered, her hands grasping at my shoulders and trying, at this final moment, to lift me away from her crotch. All her old programming was at work, insisting that she deny her raw need, but I wasn't about to let her get away. I wanted the taste of that sweetly enchanting pussy as much as she actually wanted me to go into it.
Her cunt hair feathered against my lips, and I rubbed my cheek into the resilient brush, my nose into the pristine velvet of her thigh. I could feel the straining of her body, the taut expectancy, and my prick throbbed in response as I turned my face full into the luscious, moist mound. Now Carolyn's pubic hair was against my teeth, and my lips sought the honeyed cunt opening. I had learned a lot by going down on my wife and delighted in the flinching of this woman's humid labia when my tongue tickled there. She tasted of hot spices and liquid fires, her cunt lips pulsing as I sucked them into my mouth, my hands going down and under the lean cheeks of her firm ass to lift that palatable crotch for the feasting.
Driving my tongue deeply then, I rammed its length into the shivering depths of Carolyn's vagina, feeling the delightfully slick membranes, sliding through wet satins and oily silks. Her pelvis bucked, and she gave a longing little roll of her ass. I burrowed into that steamy hole, circling my mouth into and over the pussy lips, licking and teasing with my tongue, pressing my teeth into the giving softness.
Savory juices flowed into my mouth, .and I sucked upon them, then let go suddenly to work my face into her throbbing snatch, feeling up under the clitoral hood to discover the thrumming nubbin that was the seat of her passions. Carolyn cried out then, a wordless gasp of utter pleasure, and she thrust strongly with her pelvis as I toyed with her clit, pressing down upon it, lapping it, sucking the torrid growth into my teeth and holding it there with great tenderness.
"Oh! Oh, Rich-I can't stand it-this is too much, and I'm going crazy! Oh please-oh lord, lord! My pussy is going wild!"
Gobbling into her heaving pussy, I sucked and released, tongued and chewed, adoring every surging of her crotch, delving deeply into the woman's marvelously exciting snatch, giving her something that she had never had before, eating Carolyn's pussy and truly releasing her magnificent sexuality.
"Rich, Rich!" she cried. Tm coming-oh, what a fantastic sensation-coming and coming and coming!"
Churning her cunt into my hung mouth, she ground it there, struggling to get my entire face into her surging vagina, her slim thighs now closing in to trap my head between them, the narrow cheeks of her ass thrusting and recoiling in the fury of her orgasm. I didn't stop eating her, not even when she fell back, but continued to probe and lick, to siphon upon that clitoris until it leaped back into life.
Carolyn Jessup moaned and writhed, alternately coiling her long and supple legs over my shoulders, and lowering them to drum her heels into the mattress. Her ass rolled left to right, then drove directly into my mouth, pumping back and forth, at last breaking that particular rhythm to swivel in spiraling arcs. I don't know how many times she came, but it was often, each cresting a fiery explosion that shook her slender body and caused more syrupy juices to seep into my greedy lips. I swallowed the slippery liquid, reveling in its hot richness, the exotic nectar more tasteful than the best wines. But at last, I thought I should let her go, and my super-hard prick was aching for its own relief, so I lifted my dripping face from the steaming nest of her hairy mound and kissed my way back up Carolyn's momentarily supine body. Up over her flat belly, up along her leanly modeled rib cage to her quiescent breasts with their softened nipples.
Then I gave her a taste of her own cunt juices, feeding the residual wetness from my lips into hers, sliding my tongue into her mouth so that she would know the intriguing flavors and perhaps adore them as I did. Directing itself, my cockhead fumbled into Carolyn's damply matted pubic hairs, reaching down and then up into the inflamed wetness of her pussy lips. There would be plenty of time for varied positions, I thought, many opportunities to seat my cock into this fabulous, narrow snatch from different angles, but for now, the old-fashioned way was just fine.
The woman's thighs veed wider to receive me, and her mound lifted as my flanged knob settled into the greased and torrid entrance to her snatch. I pushed it through the oily elastic of her labia, and felt up into the tight, sizzling sleeve of her volatile cunt, feeling the velvet walls give way, only to snuggle around my hard shaft as it slipped home its full and eager length.
Dewy and tingling, the hairs of her crack fondled my balls, and I stroked my cock slowly inside the clenching sheath of Carolyn's pussy, relishing every tiny tremor of it, building my rhythm easily. She responded the same way, rotating her sculptured ass gently, rocking sinuously back and forth upon the tender pistoning of my rigid shaft. It was as good as fucking her that first, violent time, when I had almost raped Carolyn Jessup. Her screwing now was sweet and sexy, her tight vagina undulating along and around my moving prick and her crotch oscillating into my pelvis.
Against my throat, she said, "My darling, my lover-I still can't believe you're real, that you can do all these fantastic things to me. Fucking has never been this wonderful for me-oohh! Ah, Rich; you've made me come more times than I ever did with my husband, in all the years we were married. Your prick is so hard and round, and-ahhh!-how I adore it. Just keep fucking me, lover; just keep right on sliding your lovely stiff cock into my greedy pussy. I love you-oohh!-and I love your prick-oohh!-and I adore the way you fuck me."
Taking her by the ass, I rolled us over, moving onto my back so that her slender but muscular thighs were spread around my hips. My cock was sunken firmly into the spongy socket of her sleeve, reaching deeper now because of the change in position, and Carolyn gasped as she felt my knob probe into her cervix.
"How-how long are your" she groaned. "My husband never went this deep into my pussy before. Itch yes-oh yes, darling, this is wonderful, too."
I watched her superbly conditioned body squirm upon my embedded prick as she took up the movements, and I saw her fine, high tits move, felt her pear-shaped buttocks flexing against my palms. Shy no longer, Carolyn stared down into my face, the tip of her pink tongue flicking her generous lips, its motion timed to the strokes she was making on my submerged prick.
Running her hands up and down my body, she seesawed her cunt over my shaft as she bent forward to press her open mouth to mine, as she drilled the hard points of those pert breasts into my sweaty chest.
Now her tongue snaked along my own, and her teeth raked gently over mine as our panting breaths mixed within our locked mouths. Our bellies slid together and our crotches ground thrillingly. Bit by bit, the pace of our fucking picked up, until we were thrusting swiftly, blurringly, with Carolyn hunching and churning so that my meat was fondled madly by her seething pussy. She was hot and tight and narrow, and my cockhead touched bottom with every hungry stroke.
"Baby," I gasped into her mouth, "oh baby-you're a fabulous screw. You're as terrific as my wife-oh, Carolyn, your cunt is so juicy and slippery, and uh-ah-uh!-I'm about to come, darling. I'm going to let go a load of semen into your adorable pussy-here it COMES!"
She said huskily. "Pump it into me, darling. Oh, let it all go into my cunt-ahh! I can feel it squirting inside me, all hot and thick and bubbling. I love it, adore it-all that rich man juice geysering up into my vagina, and-and-I'm coming, too!"
We shuddered together, clung together tightly and hotly while the diminishing spurts of my semen streamed into Carolyn's wondrous snatch and rained back down over my spasming cockhead. Gentle, spastic quakes shook her vagina from end to end, massaging my prick with muscular ripples. She was learning to do tricks with her pussy, I thought as I melted within her body: losing her hang-ups step by step, this alluring woman was letting her basic sensuality come to the surface, making the fucking infinitely better for both of us.
As I relaxed, I knew that it would be easy to lead her into the next move, to have her go down on me, to know the feel and flavor of a man's cock in her for the first time, but I wondered how she would accept the fact that her young son was putting the meat to her dearest woman friend, my passionate wife. Carolyn was a mother, and as such, was bound to be protective of her children, even though she had so recently discovered the thrills of illicit sex herself. Could she as easily and logically give the same permission to her son?
Then of course, there was the matter of her little girl Kim, just turning nubile and perhaps feeling the first stirrings of youthful passion. Even if Carolyn reconciled herself to Charlie putting his hard meat to Betty, she might very well balk at extending the same land of acceptance to her daughter. The lad was no doubt a virgin, I thought, as Kim's mother writhed sinuously upon my buried prick, and was built so small that it would be a physical problem to get into that tiny pussy. But the child would have to be included if the rest of us were to continue screwing so freely. In this part of the country, trouble travels swiftly via word of mouth, and we sure as all hell didn't want destructive gossip being spread about us.
Thank you," Carolyn breathed against my cheek, her ass still doing slow ticktocks. Thank you for fucking me and eating my pussy. You opened a whole new world to me, Rich, and showed me how lonely I really was, how silly and repressed my life has been up to now. But no more, darling-oh, never like that any more. For the first time, my thoughts are running wild and free, and I'm seeing so many erotic and exciting pictures. You-you won't think I'm crazy, if I say that I-well, I'd like very much to do it with you and Betty, the three of us together? I love her, too, Rich; I honestly do."
So Carolyn actually made that initial, important move, and when I didn't reply immediately, she rushed on: "I mean-well, look; you told her about us on the phone, and she thinks it's okay for me to screw you, doesn't she? So she might go along with my idea, and we could sort of share you."
I said, "She'll like the idea, Carolyn. She'll love it, because Betty has just opened up, too. Both of us have, I guess. This swinging is new to my family, you know. My wife and I were becoming bored with each other, until-until something fabulous happened to turn us on to each other all over again."
Gently, she slid her dripping pussy from around my softening cock and rolled off me, pillowing her face into my shoulder, and said, "What was it? Tell me, Rich."
Taking a deep breath, I said, "You have to know sooner or later, anyhow. I was wondering how to go about breaking the news to you, but since you feel you'd like to fuck me with my wife, here goes: Charlie is what happened to Betty and me. Your son Charlie. I came home early and found him fucking my wife in our bedroom."
Carolyn's head snapped up and her wide eyes stared into mine. "What?"
I stroked her hair, calming her as I might a spooky horse. "They were really screwing, both of them in such rapture that it was beautiful to see. And horny to watch; that boy can fuck forever and never lose his hard-on. When the three of us got together, with me screwing her while she went down on him, I thought the world was going to explode around us."
Wordlessly, Carolyn kept staring into my eyes.
CHAPTER 9
For awhile there, I thought I'd screwed it up by moving too fast. Carolyn was so silent, her eyes gone opaque and even her normally mobile lips were still Then she said, her voice only the shadow of a whisper, "Charlie-my Charlie, making it with your wife? And you didn't care?"
"I cared," I answered. "Oh yes, I really eared-but not in jealousy or anger or with a punctured ego. I cared in love, because I love Betty, and anything that makes her happy is supposed to make me happy. And she's ecstatic when Charlie is fucking her, when she's squirming and hunching on that boy's stiff prick. It turns me on, too. Watching them that first time, I did something I haven't done since I was a lad-I jacked off."
She turned her face away. I looked down at her breasts and saw the slow rising of her nipples as they firmed, and I knew that everything was going to be all right, that Carolyn Jessup's emotions were warm within her now, her mind racing through images of her lusty young son putting the meat to Betty. Or maybe she was seeing other vivid scenes, I thought-such as Charlie between her own long legs, her son shoving a solid and thrilling part of him back into the hot cavity he'd come from, and would come into.
"He's quite a boy," I murmured, touching one nipple with a fingertip, "and what better teacher could he have than my wife? No fumbling or awkwardness, no trouble with another lad-just plenty of wild, sweet pussy as he experiments and plays and lives out every erotic fantasy he ever had inside his head. Most of us grow up and get old without ever having such an opportunity."
"Yes," she said, "I know. Rich, it's just that-well, I'm having a little trouble adjusting to the idea. Here I was, feeling guilty about fucking you-not only because of Betty, but for my kids, too. And I'm told that one of them is screwing a married woman older than I am. He-he's always been such a child."
"To you," I said. "To Betty, he's a horny young stud, a sex pupil, a wonderful new lover. Maybe there's something incestuous there, too; but whatever, my wife is having more fun than ever, and passing that happiness along to me."
Then she turned her face back and looked at me, long bronze lashes shading her eyes. "But the two of you with her?"
"No different from what you were thinking about you and me and Betty. When fucking is blended like that, three people sharing and mixing and turning on-you have to experience it to really know what it's like. When Charlie and I take turns fucking Betty, or she goes down on one of us while the other has his prick in her hot pussy, I like it much better, and so do they. Coming over here in the truck this morning, he and I were talking about her and about us, discussing what we'd like to do, talking it over. Charlie is as proud of my wife's ability to fuck as I am."
Carolyn shivered against me, and her tongue slid out to moisten her lips; her nipple pulsed between my fingers. "I-I don't know what to think. My son-your wife; you and me; it's all so mixed up and against everything I grew up with."
"Did you grow up happy?" I asked.
Her straying fingers found my limp prick and wandered over it. "Not until now, and you're telling me there's greater joy to be had; more than you and I, more than here and now."
"Believe it," I said, caressing her breasts and kissing the tip of her ear. "Whatever you want, any time you crave it, with any of us, all of us."
A tremor moved through her body again, and Carolyn said softly, "When you were eating my pussy, that was the pinnacle, the very ultimate to me, and all I could think of was how wonderful, how wonderfully insane-and I wanted to make you as happy as you made me. I will, Rich." Her fingers were more insistent, the nails probing gently into the base of my cock, then drifting down to cup my balls, and I knew what she had in mind.
"Whatever you want," I repeated, and her face slid down my throat, Carolyn's hot tongue licking a trail of dampness across my skin. She kissed my hairy chest, and suddenly fastened her mouth upon one of my own flat nipples, nipping it between her sharp teeth. A new and violent thrill shot through me then, my prick beginning to come to life in her hand, growing and stretching itself.
Licking and sucking upon my nipple, she played with my hardening cock, stroking and tickling the shaft, fondling the swelling head until she felt, as I did, the slow leakage of pre-seminal fluid from its slot. Carolyn's long body was writhing sinuously as she traveled down my tensed flesh, and I figured she was remembering in detail the way I had gone down on her a short time before, replaying the scene for my gratification. She was totally new to oral love, as my wife had been, but she was just as willing to discover its secrets.
Her hot mouth was at my belly now, that eager tongue sliding and tingling, dipping into my navel to twist there and stab narrow, blazing lancets of flame deeply into me. Carolyn was letting herself go, allowing her desires to flow freely as the gathered juices were flowing within the oiled oven of her vagina. So she didn't follow the previous script act for act, but threw in some innovations of her own-as when she sucked my belly button up into her teeth and chewed lightly upon it.
Damn! My asshole drew tight and my legs quivered against the bed. When she let go there, Carolyn moved her head just enough so that she could wrap the silken netting of that sunshine-colored hair around my now upright and rigid shaft. She washed the thick and scented waves of that golden hair over my prick, using it to caress, to tease, forcing the sensitive knob back and forth through the ultra-soft cascade. It was a hell of a sensation, those gossamer webs sliding around my cock.
Then her lips were working at the sac of my balls, nibbling the hairy scrotum, and in turn, pulling the balls themselves into her mouth, where she could suck gently upon them and spread little electric jolts throughout my body. For a woman who had never done anything like this before, Carolyn was very good at it, probably because she was doing exactly as she wanted, keen to bring me the most in erotic pleasures. And in such selfless giving, she was also taking unto herself, and that was as it should be, of course.
She trailed her tongue upward along the underside of my veined shaft, taking all the time she desired, making every nerve of my prick throb with anticipation, titillating me almost beyond endurance, so that my belly was flexing and my ass was rolling.
Like butterfly wings, her soft lips fluttered around my cockhead, that humid tongue flicking, coiling, touching, and I wondered if at that moment Carolyn might be thinking of my wife doing the same thing to her son. As each mental barrier went down in turn, this lovely woman would accept her own sensuality without reservation and grow to reveal in it, I was certain. I reached down and caressed her flowing hair as she cupped her mouth over the head of my stiff prick, and trembled when Carolyn pushed the tip of that hot tongue down into the slit.
Now she was tasting my fluids, I thought, savoring the strange flavor within her mouth, soaking them into her taste buds and knowing the male strength of me. Carolyn slid her mouth down, slid my cockhead along her tongue and back, back, until it touched that enchanted velvet of her throat. It wasn't too much for her, that initial reaching that pressed against such a sensitive place; my wife had almost gagged before recovering, but this woman didn't flinch. It was as if she had been waiting for that particular moment for all her repressed life.
Carolyn moaned around my cockhead, and slowly, tantalizingly, began to move her head up and down to create the sensuous rhythm of fucking, to have her eager mouth imitate the loving actions of her cunt. Her lips became her labia, and her tongue was a vagina, as her throat was transformed into a womb, ready to receive the seeding of my semen.
Stroking her hair, I humped gently to her, grinding my pelvis, rubbing my crotch into her chin and throat as she played her fingers into my balls and the crack of my ass, as she traced the circumference of my stem.
"You're terrific," I said. "Carolyn, baby-your mouth is almost hot as your sweet pussy, and you're really doing a great job of eating my cock, Ahh, darling-yes, that's it; tickle me with your tongue, and suck on me a little."
Her cheeks dipped in and out, and she kept her tongue very busy, playing it not only over the touchy cockhead, but down along the shaft itself, purposefully delaying the climax, holding off my orgasm as long as she possibly could without taking her hungry mouth from .around my surging prick.
I've said that my wife was a natural-born cock-sucker, and so was Carolyn Jessup. To be really good at eating a prick, a woman has to adore having a man's meat in her mouth; she has to love it there as much as if that rod was sliding against her clit. And she has to want his semen, crave it as another person might crave booze or dope, be hooked on the musky, powerful come physiologically as well as psychologically. Carolyn was like that, from the first magic moment when she took my cockhead into her seeking lips.
So I fed my meat into her mouth, prodding the cup of her throat with it, delighting in the hot, wet suction she built up around my knob, and squirming from the caresses of Carolyn's long fingers. She was concentrating them low in my crotch now, never changing the beat of her bobbing head as she felt along the crack of ray tender ass, up and down, tormenting the little knot of my hole. I was also trying to make the moment last, stretching my legs and keeping them spread widely, prolonging this slow rapture and relishing getting head from this woman I had always admired.
She made another move I hadn't been expecting, working the very tip of one finger into my asshole and making me shiver all over. But as she teased that tip into my body, there was no holding back any more, and I guess Carolyn knew damned well what she was doing, because she stepped up the sliding, tugging movement of her mouth, and her tongue vibrated madly over my cockhead.
"Oh, you beautiful bitch!" I gasped. "Ahh-suck me, baby-eat me alive-ah, ah! Yes, darling-you can have it all, and here it comes-I'm hitting it, Carolyn, hitting it!"
Siphoning, drawing like a suction pump, she pulled the semen from the shuddering, spasming head of my sensitive cock. My come gushed crazily forth, a spate of thick, creamy sauce that flushed through her greedy mouth and spattered into Carolyn's throat. I clung to her head, holding it in position as I worked my shaft in and out, my cockhead spitting all the time, deluging her mouth with my inner juices. She gulped the thick stuff, swallowed and tugged for more, more. She tried to force my prick all the way down her throat, and I could feel the weird, exotic shuddering of darkly clutching velvets there.
"Ummm," she groaned, "ummm" and maybe she tried to form words around the wetness of my heaving prick, but I couldn't understand them, if she did. It was enough to know that she was adoring my cock, that she was drinking down my semen as if it was the most delicious nectar she had ever tasted. The ring of her teeth were gentle but stimulating around the base of my shaft, and Carolyn kept that finger working in my ass, attempting to lift yet more fluid from my draining balls.
But they were empty for now, sagging dolefully within their wrinkled sac, contracting upon themselves as their tiny engines ran down. In time, Carolyn slipped her fingertip from my body and lifted her mouth from my prick, lingering to plant a final loving loss upon the strained knob before snuggling her face into my lower belly, momentarily sated and content.
I guess I drowsed off for awhile, warm and completely relaxed, for when I opened my eyes again, Carolyn was lying beside me, her lips close to mine. Naturally, I kissed them, running my tongue over them and into her mouth, sensing the musky aroma there. She was soft and loving, her body melted into that peculiar, boneless resilience that comes over a woman when she has been sexually gratified.
"It was marvelous," she breathed, "so different from what I might have expected-if I ever thought about doing that at all. I guess I did think about it, though; subconsciously, anyway, because it seemed as if I knew exactly what to do."
"Umm," I said.
And she went on. "Does Betty do it to you like that, or has she a different technique? I can close my eyes and picture her kissing the head of your prick, but when I try to imagine her doing it to Charlie, things get kind of blurred and fade away."
"You'll just have to watch her do it," I said.
"And she won't mind somebody staring at her? I-even if she doesn't, then my son will."
"No," I disagreed. "Charlie might be a little nervous the first time, with his own mother standing by, but once Betty gets those ripe lips wrapped around that boy's hard prick, he'll forget about everything else." Then I said, "Carolyn-have you thought about anything else, thought all this through to the inevitable conclusions?"
She turned on her side and propped upon one elbow so that she could look into my face. Her tits pushed themselves together. "What do you mean, Rich?"
"Oh, I'm not talking about pregnancies or jealous flare-ups or anybody else finding out about our sex parties. All that can be easily handled, discreetly taken care of. I mean-well, you and your son,"
Carolyn chewed her lower lip. "Charlie and-and me? Fucking? I-I guess I have been thinking about that, but I'm having a tough time getting it straight in my head. I can see how he'll get turned on, just knowing that I'm watching him screw Betty-and even more so if he sees you put it to me. And I'll admit that something of the kind might very well happen to me, seeing my son as a lover instead of a kid, seeing his prick sliding into Betty's cunt, seeing your wife go down on Charlie as I just did to you, and watching him squirm, hearing him moan as he comes-but, damnit-I just don't know, Rich. I just don't know about anything like that."
I said, "Then don't push it; just let things take their natural course, Carolyn. He'll be there with us-right there when you and Betty and I make it together, but not if that's going to upset you and turn you off. Charlie is an understanding kid; he'll do whatever makes it easier for you and the rest of us."
She nodded, then closed her eyes and rolled back over onto her back. Quiet for awhile, she then said very softly, "And I suppose all of this will sooner or later include little Kim? Oh, Rich, my daughter is so young and tiny-"
"That's something else that can wait its proper time, when and if," I said. "But if you don't ship Kim off somewhere, she's bound to discover what's going on and know that we've been lying to her."
*All right," she said. "I'll try to stop worrying about everyone else, and just think about you and me and Betty. She-your wife is so lovely, Rich; I can see how my Charlie would fall in love with her."
I chuckled. "We call Betty our wife, you know."
Carolyn opened her eyes and grinned back. "Then I'll call you our husband. I feel that way about you, Rich-as if you're my real husband and my very first lover and all the men I've ever wanted, rolled into one. But I also keep thinking about Betty, and being naked with her while you do things to us, while we do a lot of things for you."
"And maybe for each other," I suggested, the thought coming off the top of my head and getting an answer in the treble of my limp prick. I saw them together, these two beautiful but so different women, their nude bodies moving against each other, one dark and one golden.
"Tonight?" Carolyn asked. "Can we go over there tonight?"
I caressed the damp and quivering mound of her bronzed pussy. "Why not?"
CHAPTER 10
In our part of the country, potluck suppers are common, where the wives bring different dishes, and everybody gets something special, without the hostess having to spring for the whole cost. So in a way, when the two families gathered at our place that evening, it was sort of a double potluck. Not only were almost all of us going to get some special fucking with different dishes, but Carolyn brought along food, too.
Betty had been warned by phone, and although she couldn't say anything at her end of the line because little Kim was close by, the timbre of excitement in her voice told me plenty. I'd mentioned that Carolyn was all steamed up for something to happen with the three of us, and possibly even the four. But Kim would have to be safely tucked into bed for the night before anything could get started. That was okay, my wife said; that was fine, and she'd be looking forward to seeing me and my lover.
In the truck, Carolyn was nervous. She had a pot of something that smelled delicious on the floor held between her feet, and she was dressed in neat, clean jeans and a snug blouse. She looked wonderful, a trim and lithe package of sensuous beauty, but she was edgy.
"How in the hell," she said, "do I just face up to Betty, when she knows I've been screwing you? And Charlie; oh, that's going to be worse. I mean, maybe he doesn't know I'm wise to what he's doing with your wife, but he certainly must suspect something going on between you and me."
I said, "He won't be angry or upset; maybe he'll be envious, and he ought to be. Charlie doesn't realize what a snug, juicy, and fantastic pussy his mother is carrying between those long, slender legs."
"Damn," she said abruptly, "even that remark bothers me, Rich. I try not to let it, but it does."
"Okay," I said, "let's just pretend this is a normal evening."
Of course, we couldn't. Betty met us at the front steps and signaled for me to take the covered pot Carolyn was carrying. Then, after a moment's hesitancy, the two women were suddenly in each other's arms, and crying. Can you believe, crying? It was the silliest damned thing, but they seemed to understand, and to welcome the relief of tears.
Their faces were buried in each other's hair, gold against ebony, tall, sleek woman pressed close to shorter, riper woman, arms locked, almost breast to breast, and as I stared at them, I could almost see through their blouses, to where the warm, rounded hillocks of white flesh were touching. I imagined dark brown nipple sliding across deep pink nipple, and my imagination raced further, showing me a vividly intriguing picture of black, curly pubic hair mingling with bronzed, shaggy cunt hair, and I shook my head, something powerful stirring within my belly.
I left them hugging and whispering on the porch, and carried the pot inside, through the living room to the kitchen. Charlie was stalking around there, jumpy as a fox in a pack of hounds, whirling as I came in. I didn't see little Kim anywhere.
Charlie whispered hoarsely, "How'd it go, man? With my mom, I mean. Oh wow-I've been crawling the walls, because Betty said to wait."
"It went great," I said, putting the pot on the stove with others gathered there. "We made it in the barn, first time, even though I practically had to rape her. But once I got it between your mother's long legs-"
The kid trembled. "You-you fucked her?"
"Sure, I fucked her," I said, watching his face. "She needed a cock real bad; it seems like she never had a good one before."
Putting his hands on the table, Charlie leaned forward and asked, "How-I mean, what does she-what else did you and mom-"
"We spent the day in the sack, after that," I answered him. "Your mother is a fabulous lay, as good as Betty, only different."
He couldn't keep still; he'd glance at the living room, then at the back door, where I figured his sister was, somewhere outside. Then he'd look back at me, trying to read all the answers to all the questions in my face, and then I realized that this horny kid had been sweating out his mother all along. He said, "Oh wow, oh wow. And when you told her about me putting it to Betty?"
"It rocked her some," I admitted. "So take it easy around her tonight, son; she has to think things over and adjust Is your sister still in the dark about all this?"
"Yeah," he said, shifting his feet and acting as if he had an itch in his crotch. "Kim's with the horses, and we're going to have a rough time getting her to go to bed early."
"Leave that to the women," I suggested. "And be cool to your mother."
"If I can," he muttered, and flinched when the women came into the kitchen.
Turning, I saw they were holding hands, that their disparate thighs were brushing as they walked. Their eyes were still damp, but shining, and there was a glow about them. Carolyn tried to put up a casual front when she saw her son, and said, "Hi, Charlie; have you been having a good time?"
It was the wrong question, and she knew it immediately. I damned near strangled to keep from laughing out loud, and Charlie stood frozen for a second, before breaking panic-stricken for the back door and jabbering about calling his sister for supper.
Betty put her arm around Carolyn's narrow waist. "Don't be so on guard, dear. Everything will work out beautifully, I'm sure. Remember our little talk. Now, let's see what you brought to the potluck."
A fine, eager cunt, I thought; a sleek, lithe ass and a pair of exceptional little tits, I thought, to say nothing of a mouth that could drain the final droplets of semen from a man's balls. But if I said any of that, it would have destroyed the precarious balance we were all trying to keep, and they might have chased me the hell out. I left them there and went into the living room, where I got the FM station on the radio and some pretty good music. When I sat down to stretch my legs and rest my overworked back, Kim Jessup came bouncing into the room, her ponytail flying.
When she slid to a stop before me, Kim was chattering about how much she dug this horse of ours, or that one, but I wasn't really listening; I was looking closely-very closely-at the little girl for the first time. Sure, I'd sneaked a glance or two at the seat of her tight jeans before, especially when she was cantering her gelding and was into that sensuous, rocking motion that has the same gentle precision of screwing. Now I took a good look and saw that Kim was just on the verge of budding into something lovely.
She had these teensy breasts, more nipple than mound, but cute and saucy; she had sorrel-colored hair, not quite red and not quite polished mahogany, and I'd swear that her eyes were such a dark blue they were almost purple. Kim was small all over, standing about four-ten without her boots, and she wouldn't carry more than about eighty pounds of weight. But there was a delicate shaping to her nearly thin legs, and a symmetrical quality to the design of her childish ass. Staring at the girl, my eyes focused naturally in the crotch of her jeans, where I could just make out a pouting, diminutive mound pushing itself piquantly forward with the tilting of her hips.
Realizing, that she'd stopped talking, I said, "Kim, you can use any horse on the place, any time you want." And use me for your first stud, I thought; us my big, hard prick between those little-girl legs and worked up into your mini-pussy so you can rock on it as you do on a saddle. I decided then that I was going to fuck this kid, gentling her like an unbroken colt, and my mouth went wet with the idea of eating hungrily into that luscious little cunt.
I think she sensed my interest, because when she said, "oh, thank you, Mr. Barnett," and skipped over to loss my cheek, she kind of accidentally passed her lips over my mouth instead. Her mouth was fleet and girlish, but with a hint of banked flames beneath it. Slapping back again, Kim giggled, but there was a flush staining her cheeks, and she tossed her head.
Then it was supper, with everybody but Kim a little awkward, and I noticed that my wife was filling the girl's wine glass, as if Kim had the stuff every day. I knew the kid would hit the sack early, then; she'd be a bit smashed, and the night would be before the rest of us.
Somehow we got through the meal without screwing up, although it seemed that Charlie's face and his mother's went red by turns. Betty had the coolest head of all, and shooed us from the kitchen while she stuffed dishes into the washer and tidied up. In only a few minutes, Kim said she was pooped and would we mind if she went to bed. We didn't mind worth a damn, but I watched her tidy little ass disappear with a twinge of regret, and promised myself-soon, soon.
Betty came in to dim the lights, to steer Charlie over to the love seat with her, while Carolyn and I were left to the couch. The music throbbed around us, and there was only a golden smear of light in the room, our faces shadowed and the wine racing in our veins. But our mounting excitement was even more heady, and I made the first move by drawing Carolyn's head to my shoulder and sliding one arm around her svelte waist, resting my hand ever so lightly upon her upper thigh.
As I kissed her resisting lips, I felt her stiffen against me, and broke the kiss to whisper in her ear. "Would you feel better if we made it in the bedroom?"
She glanced at the dim figures in the love seat, where I could see a flash of my wife's white thigh and hear rustlings. "I-I think so," Carolyn hissed back, so I took her by the hand and helped her to her feet. She pulled back, but I led her over to Charlie and Betty.
The kid was anxious, both his hands plunged into my wife's dress to cup her heavy breasts, and he looked up as we stood over him. I said, Ton guys have fun in here. Carolyn wants to use the bed."
"All right," Betty said, disappointment in her sultry voice, and the boy whispered, "Ah-Mon; you have f-fun, too."
Carolyn couldn't answer, and I felt her shaking against me as we went into the bedroom. She stood very still as I stripped away her blouse and bra, while I kneeled to take off her boots and peel down her Levi's. Via the bed lamp, I could see her buttocks quivering when I worked her panties off and touched her gently upon the opulently haired pussy.
At the bed, moving robot-like, she said, "He-he had his hands on her tits, and Betty's skirt was way up."
"And in a very little while, he'll have her on the floor, where he can have room to mount her properly," I said. "Pretend-time is over, darling. Your son is just about to fuck my wife, and I'm going to fuck you."
"Charlie knows that, too," she breathed. "He knows that his mother is in here getting undressed, that a man will put a hard cock into her pussy and pump semen into it. My son-"
"Is busy as hell right now," I said, pushing Carolyn down onto the bed and rolling her over onto her belly. She was limp, a manikin without voluntary movement, accepting mine. I climbed out of my clothes with my prick stiffening, lifting its polished head eagerly. This lovely, confused woman needed turning on, so she would be more lover than protective mother. Maybe she could be turned into a fucking mother, in the literal sense, and I wondered why the phrase was always mother fucker, and not son fucker.
Then I was completely engrossed in the sight of Carolyn stretched long and lean upon my bed, in the same spot where I had fucked my own wife so many times, where Betty had squirmed with her young lover's cock in her clasping pussy, where I had put the meat to her while she went down on Charlie's prick.
My eyes locked onto the long, sweeping curve of the woman's back, following it down to the fabulously shaped cheeks of her ass, pressed together now so that I could only make out the faintest wisp of bronze hair peeping from the depths of the beguiling crack. She lay quietly, her cheek pillowed upon one arm, her other arm spread at right angles to that lithe body. I crawled over on top of her, straddling her at the thighs and brushing the hairy sack of my balls against her warm, exceptionally smooth skin.
Then I caressed her back, her buttocks, admiring them as I used the heels of my hands to- press them tightly together. Bending, I let go of her ass and angled the head of my cock down into her cleft, teasing the spongy knob up and down there. Carolyn trembled, her face hidden by the swirling of her golden hair, and I lay down atop her body, snuggling the length of my hard prick into the crack of her exquisitely modeled ass to move it sensuously back and forth. Most of my weight was supported by my knees and elbows, but still I pressed down upon that delightful flesh, mock-screwing her in the ass, stimulating us both until Carolyn started to wiggle in response.
This was new to both of us, I knew, and became wildly exciting. She was passive now, and I was the dominant male, covering her, pinning her down to the bed and making her helpless. But she lifted her ass to me, hunching back and up with erotic squirmings. I arched my back and raised some weight from her, and Carolyn spread her thighs. Why not, I thought-but knew it would be very tight, maybe too small, perhaps painful to her.
Unless she was lubricated, I decided, and dropped my cockhead down a few inches, so that it found the juicy hotness of her vulva. Biting into the pillow, she muttered no, no-the other way, but I continued to work my bulb into her slippery labia, nudging into those humid lips until they gave me room to enter. I only prodded the head into her sizzling body, sliding it around inside the neck of her vagina, and not allowing it to slide any deeper. "What I wanted was her cunt oils, a slickness, a grease that would help me get into her ass. Backing my knob out of her, I used my fingers to delve into her snatch, and brought forth more slidy foam.
I smeared "this into the tight little knob of her asshole, my entire body going taut now, keen to sample something I'd never known. She was shaking, too, and I hoped there was enough juice on my cockhead and against her puckered entrance to help. I lifted my glans and set it into the cleft of Carolyn's delectable ass, lifting my upper body from hers and letting her come to hands and knees.
"Do it!" she gasped. "Stick it in me, Rich-I won't care if it hurts."
Oh, she was tight; it was like struggling to force my prick into the neck of a bottle, but slowly, straining, barely moving, the tip worked itself into her hole. Carolyn pushed back against it, demanding that her tube be filled with my meat, rolling her tail to assist me get it inside her, all her lovely flesh crying out for this new kind of gratification.
I pushed harder, and she panted with me, her lean thighs veed wide, her hands braced against the bed, forgetting her son making it in the other room with my wife, all other thoughts wiped from her mind in her anxiety to take a cock in this manner. I felt the snug ring give, felt it stretch a bit, and suddenly my cockhead slipped inside her tube, the shaft following easily then, gliding into a delicious, hot tightness that made me quiver from head to toe, that tensed every muscle of my body, including my prick. Locked into her narrow hose, the head seemed to expand, and I had a flash of sogs hanging up. But I was in her, in her asshole, and my balls came up to touch into her down hanging pubic hair.
Carolyn shivered and moaned, rocking gently to me, rolling that sweet ass into my crotch, and I held to her waist, starting to carefully work my tightly clenched shaft back and forth inside her tube. Moving sensuously, relishing every contraction of this previously secret hole, I reached around her hips with both hands, feeling into her spread thighs, into the steamy furring of her mound. Probing tenderly, I got a finger into her slickened cunt lips, and she shook violently as she was then also wiggling her clitoris against it.
Fucking her slowly, I watched her polished ass cheeks heaving, and saw the ripples of ecstasy that were racing up and down her bridged body. Carolyn's golden cascade of hair was swinging like a metronome, caught up in our rhythm, and the bed squeaked a soft background to the erotic beat. Our bodies were welded together, joined by flesh within flesh, surging and giving, wriggling and taking, fucking blissfully and thrillingly, sliding and slipping, hard meat cupped by soft meat.
It was terrific, this overpowering sensation that was building swiftly up within my balls, and the good feelings tingled behind my knees as I finger-fucked Carolyn's shaggy pussy, as I screwed her virginal asshole. The warmth spread up inside my thighs and concentrated at the base of my gently pistoning cock, growing hotter there as the woman's narrow hose clamped more insistently upon my shaft, as her cunt fluctuated wildly around my buried finger.
"G-going to explode!" Carolyn hissed. "Oh lord, I feel like I'm about to come in two places at one time-oohh! Ahh, darling, fuck me-fuck me until I blow up!"
My heart beating insanely, I plunged my throbbing cockhead deep into her bowels, grinding it there as it flexed and pulsed, and the jet of pressured semen came boiling up through the embedded shaft to shower into Carolyn's shuddering body. She was hot and the fluid was hot, and she arched her ass up straining against my taut groin when she came with me. Thick and bubbling, rich and slippery, my come filled her tight hole, loosening it, making it easier for the jerky, spasming thrusts I kept making into her marvelous flesh.
Her entire body went rigid in the throes of her tremendous orgasm, and Carolyn sobbed in rapture, the ring of her asshole tightening and letting go, clamping down and loosening in turn. Her pussy clung greedily to my finger, its oily juices seeping and the velvet membranes caressing. Locked into place, we trembled there upon my bed, my wife's bed, while in the next room, Betty and this beautiful woman's horny son were screwing each other.
Remembering them, knowing that Carolyn Jessup had to be moved yet another stage along her sensuous journey to complete freedom, I gently backed my oozing cockhead from the viselike grip of her tube, but it didn't come out leaking; her puckered ring wiped off any residual semen and retained the stuff inside her hole. With a deep sigh, she sagged forward onto the bed as I leaned back upon my haunches, going flat and still panting.
What a fabulous lay she was, how torrid and receptive to change and experiment and new ideas. This woman's lovely body was adorable, compelling, and I was truly appreciative of its carnal pleasures.
Whispering into her pillow, Carolyn said, "Rich, my darling, my lover, my stallion. You've made so many of my dreams come true. When you crawled up on top of me and stroked your lovely prick into the crack of my ass, I even forgot Charlie and Kim and Betty. I couldn't think of anything but wanting you to stick it up me from behind, to feel that nice, stiff meat moving in me, where none had ever been before. Am I a bad woman for wanting that? Am I weird or perverted, Rich?"
"No way," I answered, lying down beside her. "Whatever makes you happy, remember? If you don't hurt anyone eke, nothing you can do for yourself is bad, or wrong."
Slowly, she turned over, one arm across her eyes now, still hiding herself from something. "What did Charlie ask you, in the kitchen-about me, about us?"
"If we made it," I answered. "I told him what a fantastic fuck you are, what an enchanted pussy you have. But he's already imagined all that, and more. He couldn't stand still, he was so jumpy, so damned eager to get at you. I think your son has been dreaming of getting between his mother's long, lovely legs for some time now. It's a good thing he had my wife available, or he might have gone off in his jeans. Listen, Carolyn-your boy is as glad that I'm screwing you as I was to discover he was fucking Betty. He's happy for you, for me. But of course, he wants to love you himself, to have you accept him as a man with a hard cock, to know the feel of his mother's cunt surging around it."
I waited then, and after awhile, she murmured, "Yes; yes, damnit. I want to know him that way, too. I confess it, admit it-I'm horny to fuck my own son."
CHAPTER 11
After calming Carolyn for awhile, petting her and telling her everything would be more than all right, that it would be wonderful for them both, I left her lying in the dim light from the bed lamp and made my way naked into the living room.
The light wasn't much better there, as a concession to Carolyn in the beginning, so I had to move closer to Betty and Charlie, so I could see what they were doing. Evidently they had already fucked a time or two, and now they were stretched full length on the carpet with their faces buried between each other's legs. Sixty-nine, I saw, a thing I hadn't yet been into with either my wife or my new piece of ass, and it looked very interesting.
Betty was underneath, her plump, white thighs spread to their fullest reach, and the boy's face was deeply into the mounding of her sensuously grinding pussy, his hands helping him maintain a balance by gripping her hips. I wondered if he was having any trouble finding my wife's eager clitoris that way, but obviously not; she was squirming and hunching tenderly into his mouth, so I knew his tongue was delving and curling inside her snatch, giving her a feverish joy.
Charlie's small ass was hiked into the air, and he was braced upon his knees; my wife had the fingers of one soft hand coiled around the stem of his hard prick so she could bend it down for the wet and suctioning caresses of her hungry mouth. Her pale throat worked as she used her tongue deftly and tantalizingly upon the boy's swollen glans, and I could see how his lightly feathered sac was swinging against her chin, and watch the sliding movement of his veined prick. The anxious energy had been taken off Charlie's desire, and now he was luxuriating in the fondling of my wife's mouth, while he teased into her steamy pussy with his own. It was good to watch them, to see Betty wriggling in a mounting excitement, and the growing tremors of the boy's young body. They were beautiful together, I thought, and knew that Charlie would be a superb sight with his mother.
I left them surging faster, sucking harder, and went to the cabinet to take down the bottle and treat myself to a large drink. Cocking my head, I listened for some noise in the other bedroom, where Kim Jessup was sleeping, but heard nothing. That trim and tidy portion of this now combined family was still cut off from the rest of us, but I had a hunch that she wouldn't long remain out in the cold. Carolyn might take some convincing, but surely she realized that her daughter couldn't be kept away from our newfound freedom. But I found myself wondering who should do the initial honors, Kim's brother, or me. Charlie's cock was smaller than mine, both in length and heft, but the boy might be over-eager to sample that untried little pussy and come on too strong.
I bought me another snort of good bourbon and felt the warmth of it gathering in my belly, but it was no hotter than the ideas I was getting about Kim's cherry. Behind me, I heard a combined sigh, a hissing of pent-up breath being released as my wife and her young stud reached their simultaneous orgasms, the boy drinking thirstily of Betty's flowing cunt juices, and she siphoning the gush of greasy semen from his jerking cockhead.
But first, there was the matter of getting Charlie together with his shy but wildly aroused mother. The kid would have to wait awhile now, rebuilding his strength after screwing my wife a time or two and having his rod drained into her throat Meanwhile, Carolyn would be anxious, nervously awaiting him in the bedroom. Maybe she would even change her mind, if she was kept on that knife edge of passion too long.
No, I thought; Carolyn was too keyed up, at last admitting her sexual craving for the boy, and she wouldn't back down now.
"Darling," my wife said from the floor, "is Carolyn more settled now?"
I turned with the shot glass in one hand, to see them climbing unsteadily to their feet, and noticed that Charlie's tireless shaft was still at half mast, its head polished and glistening. Light gleamed softly upon the rich nesting of my wife's dampened pubic hairs, so black and curly, and her brown nipples were yet erectile, thrusting out stiffly from the magnificent globes of her ripe breasts. It was good to see her like this, proud in her nakedness and glorying in her ability to gratify any lover, her white flesh passion-warmed by fucking, and I told her so.
"Thank you, dear," she murmured, coming against me and lifting her humid mouth for my loss. My tongue found the special heat there, the slowly subsiding flames that seem to rise only when a woman has been eating a hard prick. Her rigid nipples pressed themselves into my chest, and Betty rubbed her steamy cunt into my crotch, where my cock was hanging loose.
I said, "You'll always be a favorite piece of ass, baby. I feel closer to you now than ever before."
And she answered, "I know; ifs the same with me. About Carolyn-"
"She's ready for Charlie now, waiting to take him on. So let's you and I save it, darling."
The kid bounced over to us, his eyes shining. "What did you say? Mom wants to make it with me?"
"Take it easy for a minute," I said. "You want to make your first fuck with her a memorable one. But yes, your mother is ready to have you screw her, son. Be gentle and calm about it, though; she's still nervous and shy, so take your time."
"Oh wow," he muttered, "just thinking of her there, all naked and hot-look how my prick is swelling up again. Man, you don't know how long I've been thinking about getting into my mom's secret pussy; ever since I could raise a hard, just about. I used to lie in my room at night, and hope that my old man would get it up and screw her, so I could listen to the noises and make believe it was me in between those long, beautiful legs. And I used to wonder why he didn't fuck her more often; it made me figure there might be something wrong with me, because I knew damned well I'd be putting the meat to her every day and all night long, in his place."
We were standing close together, and my wife rubbed her plush thigh against his leg. "You poor kid, suffering so long."
He caressed his reawakened cock. "And then it was you, Betty. I mean, you're all different from my mom, but somehow you were the same. I mean, getting to screw you didn't seem quite as impossible as making it with Mother. When you let me, you made it all so great, teaching me everything, showing me how to fuck, and now I'm not scared I won't know anything. It's like you've been a substitute mother to me, my teacher and my girl and my wife, so right now I'm sure I can give my real mom a good screwing and make her happy."
Betty kissed his cheek and dropped her soft hand to cover his, as the boy squeezed his stiff meat. "I'm certain you can, darling. Just put this beautiful young prick into your mom's hot pussy, and she'll go crazy on it. I'm very glad I could help you, Charlie-and happy that I was your first lay. Now go on in there and fuck her."
I started to follow the kid when he walked hesitantly down the hallway toward the bedroom, but my wife caught my hand and held me back. "Give them a little while to get comfortable with each other, Bach. It shouldn't take long. I know that if he was my own son, I'd be so damned excited I would be wetting the sheet. Now that you and I have opened up, I wish we did have kids of our own-a beautiful, horny boy for me to screw, and a lovely little daughter for you to get into. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"
"Marvelous," I agreed, "but Charlie is a perfect substitute for you, and for me-"
"Yes," she said, "sweet little Kim. Has Carolyn agreed to that?"
"Not yet," I answered, "but she will; she'll have to. The girl is no dummy, and will soon find out what we're all doing. I wondered if her brother should have the first shot at her cherry, since Charlie's prick is so much smaller than mine, but I've decided to fuck her myself."
"Good," my wife purred, pressing her resilient body against me again, "you deserve the chance to teach Kim about sex, as I showed Charlie, and maybe her mother and I can help you, if you need it"
I kissed her and fondled her heavy tits, then said, "Let's sneak into the bedroom now, and see how they're making out."
We eased down the hallway and found that Charlie had left the door open; the bed lamp was still on, too. They were on the bed, the boy's mostly tanned body looking small beside his mother's long, sleek shape. Their mouths were locked together, and he had one hand on a tit, the other burrowed into the thick, shaggy hair of his mother's bronze pussy, Charlie's distended cock was pressed across one of her burnished thighs, and he was slowly pumping it.
Betty's hand squeezed down upon mine as she whispered, "Oh, good; they haven't started to fuck yet, but they're oblivious to the rest of the world."
We moved together, closing on the bed, then kneeling nearby so we could observe and digest every minute detail of the engrossing scene before us. Carolyn and her son were truly wrapped into each other, panting and squirming, and it should be only a matter of a few hectic moments before the boy probed his stiff prick into that lovely cunt that had always been forbidden to him, before the woman felt the loving hardness of that cock heretofore taboo for her. It was a historical moment for both of them, and for us watching.
Carolyn's hands were Muttering over her son's bade, touching lightly upon his ass, then scampering back up his spine to fondle the nape of his neck. I knew that their tongues were curling and reaching, tasting each other, tingling electrically over inner cheeks as their teeth clashed. They were giving themselves up to new discovery, to flaming adoration, as the soft embers of child-parental love was fanned into carnal desire.
The woman turned upon her side then, bringing one supple leg up and across the boy's body to draw him closer to the welcoming thatch of her opulent pubic hair. Charlie hunched, and his swollen shaft slipped between his mother's alluringly slim thighs to lie along the mysterious length of her fur-hidden labia.
"She's going to guide it inside for him," Betty hissed hotly in my ear, her hand toying with my slowly rising cock.
I stared at Carolyn's hand as she used it to touch her son's hard prick for the first time, and saw it flinch back, then reach again for the throbbing meat. Now she clung to it, playing her fingers along the underside of the shaft and up to caress part of the dilated head. The woman's polished ass was twitching, and I could make out goose pimples upon her white skin as she prepared to insert her boy's glans into her feverishly aching vulva.
"In just a few seconds," I breathed softly, "Charlie Jessup is going to be a mother fucker."
"Good for him," Betty whispered back, "and for her, too."
Carolyn pressed the boy's knob upward into her grassy snatch, pushing it deeply into the guarding carpet of pubic hair, and Charlie spasmed as he felt blunt tip of his leaking bulb being snugged into the wetly adoring lips of his mother's enchanted pussy. His cockhead poised against the slippery labia for a long, breathless moment, then surged between them, and I saw the length of the kid's iron hard cock slide up into her cunt. As his meat penetrated her vagina, Carolyn Jessup's body went taut as a piano wire, and a gasp broke from the mouth she still bad jammed against his. Then she rolled that delectable, sculptured ass and brought her padded crotch down hungrily against Charlie's, forcing the boy's prick deeply into her inflamed pussy, jamming it home as far as it could reach.
Tearing her lips from his, she hissed: There! It's in me, Charlie! At last, at last, my darling boy's sweet little cock is inside my hot pussy, and it feels so good there, so good!"
The kid was panting, too. "Oh Mom, Mom-my beautiful mother. I'm really here between your legs, and I really have my hard prick stuck inside your cunt, buried to the balls in your wonderful, juicy cunt. Oh-ahh-you're so hot and slippery in there, Mom. You have such a narrow, tight pussy-and ifs all slidy, all tingly. Ahh, Mother-Mom, Mom-how I love you. And I'm really, really fucking you; I'm fucking my sweet mother's beautiful, hot pussy!"
"Yes, oh yes," Carolyn moaned. "Push it back and forth, Son. Slide that lovely stiff prick in and out of your mom's cunt-yes, Charlie darling, just like that, Ooohh! It's so hard, so very hard-"
Churning her fiery snatch over her boy's thrusting shaft, Carolyn clutched his squirming body close, flattening her firm tits into him, one hand clenching the lad's hair, the other grasping a cheek of his grinding ass as he fed his eager meat into her body.
"Fuck me, Mom!" Charlie panted. "Fuck me like a man, screw me like you used to do Dad, only better-hump your slick belly to me, Mother darling-fuck me the same way you do Rich, and I'll put the meat to you the same as I do to Betty-ahh, good, good-ahh, your pussy is dragging on my prick. Yes, yes, my mom's tight cunt is sucking on my prick, pulling me deeper all the time, rolling and shaking, and oh wow-wow! You ass is moving in my hands-uh-uh-UHHH!"
The lad was so damned hot that he couldn't contain himself; it wasn't possible for him to hold back, to last very long, even though he was just a few minutes from being sucked off by my wife, and before that, he had pumped that identical, tireless shaft into Betty. But he was living out his wildest dream, rutting and jamming his boyish cock into the pussy he worshipped, the juicy slit that he had craved for aching, lustful years. It was all coming true for Charlie Jessup, and he bombed his load of sizzling come into his mother's silken, clasping vagina as if it was his first piece. Maybe, in a way, it was.
I saw the stem of his cock trying to corkscrew its way still deeper up into that seething cunt, and watched his leaping testicles as they contracted. The boy was really spurting his semen into that best of all cunts to him, flooding it with the bubbling liquids of his frenzied love, returning life cells into the searing channel that had given him birth.
And Carolyn? I glanced away from her blurring, wheeling ass and looked into her face. She had her lower lip caught between sharp white teeth and her eyes were closed, but there was such an expression of intense ecstasy upon her face that it was radiant. For she also was climbing a special pinnacle, becoming all things to her son, being bitch and whore and lover and adoring mommy, being Charlie's young mistress and his mature wife, all the fire of her being concentrated upon the perfection of her femininity, her vagina so filled with the hot ejaculation and penetrated by the male-child's prick.
Behind his head, he nuzzled into the valley of her breasts, whispering, "Mommy, Mommy-"
And she whispered in return, "Oh, I know-I know."
Only when their bodies stilled and they grew quiet, was I conscious of my wife's hand moving up and down my own rigid cock. Betty was shaking, and her breath was rasping in her throat, she wanted it so badly, needed the hard meat in her envious pussy so much, so without preliminaries, I rolled her over onto her back and crawled between her soft, ripe thighs, my eager glans reaching into the familiar curling of her ebony pubic hair to find the steamy opening of her soft labia.
My bulging cockhead slid into my wife's mellow pussy, and the velvet sheathing gulped at it, tugged it deep until it was settled against the spongy cup of her womb. She was still liquid inside from the creamy deposits left there by the boy who had fucked her before mounting his mother upon the bed. Oyster-like and clinging, his juices made it better for me, and I stroked powerfully into Betty's receptive snatch, pumping the meat to her while she kept staring at the couple interlocked above us.
As we fucked, moving together as we had so often done before, yet with a new and exotic titillation stirring through our organs, I became aware that Carolyn had rolled her head upon the pillow, and was not looking down at us. Charlie's face was snuggled into his mother's tits, and his prick was sunken to the balls within her hairy snatch, but Carolyn was interested.
I realized that this was her first tune to watch people screwing, that she had never seen her husband ball her in a mirror, and had some hint of how much the sight was turning her on when she began to lick at her lips, and warm lights glowed in her eyes. Smiling up at her, I kept thrusting into my wife's juicy cunt, and Betty squirmed delightedly upon every probe, rocking her plush ass and hiking her furry pelvis in lascivious timing with each stroke. She was good; she was tempestuous, a scorching suction building deep within the well-trained sleeve of her splendid cunt, and maybe Betty was showing off a little for her friend, demonstrating what a passionate fuck she was, too.
Flipping her ass, she wrung her vagina around my pistoning shaft and braced her feet against the carpet so she could lift me in the seesawing of her torrid crotch. I hung on, driven by my own pressures, by what I had just witnessed, a boy screwing his mom close by. Betty plunged and heaved beneath me like a bucking horse, sun fishing and slamming, and our fucking turned frenzied, savage, my prick sledging into her attacking pussy. She came before I did, crying out and clawing at the cheeks of my ass; then I fountained a spattering of milky juice into her rippling snatch, and as we sighed in completion, I heard an echo in Carolyn's sigh.
CHAPTER 12
I don't know how long we lay there together, Charlie and me tucked between the thighs of our women, because time seemed to tiptoe past us in a rosy haze. But finally Betty said gently that we should break apart, so I lifted myself from her warm body and sat down on the side of the bed, very close to the kid and his mother. Carolyn stirred, also, and smiled drowsily as my wife leaned over to kiss her gently upon the mouth.
Then my wife said, "Let's you and I talk it over, Carolyn."
"I'd like that," Carolyn answered. "Charlie, darling-"
The boy wiggled his prick into his mom's pussy, and slowly, regretfully withdrew it; glistening juice followed the drooping cockhead, and I thought that at last Charlie had been at least partly burned down, throwing that last thunderous load into his mom's writhing snatch. He was ready for a break, too, but he looked a little punchy as he climbed off the bed, somewhat bewildered when he rocked erect and blinked around at the rest of us, as if he was awakening from a dream.
"Come on, son," I said, taking him by the shoulder, "let's you and me leave these beautiful women alone for awhile."
Without protest, the kid followed me from the room, and we walked naked down the hallway to the kitchen. There's always a coffee pot on the stove at our house, so I poured cups of the strong stuff for both of us, but laced mine with a generous dollop of bourbon. Charlie still had a blank look in his eyes as we sat across from each other at the table. After a couple of sips, he perked up and looked at me.
"I fucked her," he breathed. "Rich, I really fucked my mom."
"You sure as hell did," I said, "but it wasn't one-sided. She screwed you back just as hungrily. We don't have to worry about your mother hassling anyone from now on; she's one of us. You and I have two wives apiece, buddy."
He grinned. "Yeah, that's right. Only ifs a little better for me, because one of them is my mom. Man, what a pussy she has. It kind of gobbles down of my prick and wiggles so nice. Oh wow; I want to eat into that sweet pussy and make her come and come and just keep coming."
I drank my spiked coffee and said, "Shell want to do the same to you, Charlie, Your mother loves to eat on a cock as much as Betty does, and yours will be real special to her."
"I don't want to be greedy," he said. "Now that I know what's it like to actually get my prick into her gorgeous pussy, and how she moves on it, and how she grinds that wild ass, and what it feels like to shoot off into her-well, I want you to get all the fucking you want from my mom, too."
"Sure; no sweat there. And now that she's not all uptight about screwing you, or having you see her fuck somebody else, Carolyn won't be shy any more. I think she's ready to swing any way the rest of us are."
The kid glanced down the hall at the bedroom. "I wonder what they're talking about in there-us?"
"And themselves," I said. "Woman talk, justifying everything so far, and probably doing a little sneaky planning for the future." Then I thought of something else, the closeness of my wife and Carolyn Jessup, even before we had started balling each other, and I had a hunch they were doing more than simply talking. I lifted an eyebrow at the kid and said, "How do you feel about Betty and your mother making it together?"
Charlie blinked. "You mean, make love to each other?"
"Yeah," I answered, stimulated by the image I was conjuring up inside my head.
"Great," the boy said. "I mean, why not? If it makes them happy, it'll just spread the love. Hey-you mean, you think they might be balling right now?"
I put down my coffee cup. "Let's go see."
The door to the bedroom little Kim Jessup was using was still closed, and I could hear no movement beyond it as her brother and I went past. I thought of the trim, delectable, schoolgirl body in there, warm beneath the sheet, and wondered if the kid slept bare-assed, or if she might wear one of those mini-nighties that only came down to her upper thighs. I hadn't said anything yet to Charlie or his mother about getting Kim's cherry, but I knew there couldn't be any hang-up about that now-unless it was with the girl herself.
My wife and Carolyn were still on the bed, but with their nudely glistening bodies forming a right angle. Betty was kissing 'the inner smoothness of the other woman's long, slim thighs, and running her soft hands lightly over the trembling mounds of Carolyn's beguilingly shaped ass. We'd gotten here just in time, Charlie and me, to see the beginning of their love making. I sat down in a chair, while he kneeled beside the bed.
One of Carolyn's long legs was lifted and bent at the knee, the other lying flat, so that Betty would have plenty of room to get at the openly exposed brush gleaming between the sleek thighs so bronzed and damply appealing. I stared at them, and thought that if someone had told me only a few days back that I would be seeing my own wife preparing to eat into another woman's pussy, I'd have either laughed like hell or belted the person in the mouth. Now I sat leaning forward, entranced by the picture, a fresh arousal moving through my groin and beginning to pump new strength, into the limpness of my sagging prick.
Betty's face slid nearer to that fabulous, shaggy crotch, and her pink tongue licked upward, touching into the golden fleece, Carolyn's body trembled, her hips going tense and her belly rippling in anticipation of what was to come. She had only had her cunt eaten once before, by me, but I thought that one woman might very well know better how to manipulate another woman's pussy.
My wife suddenly moaned and plunged her mouth into the padded carpeting of Carolyn's mound, one set of lips crushing another pair, and Betty's hands found places to grip-one along the supine thigh, the other into the joining of a hip. She ate voraciously into the woman's palpitating vagina, forcing a hiss of sharply released breath from between Carolyn's clenched teeth.
Betty was eating and using her adept tongue inside the silken clinging of that cunt, burrowing her mouth deeply, sucking and nibbling, and Carolyn writhed in tortured heavings, gently pumping her bearded crotch into my wife's face, her fingers raking into the twisted sheet and her golden head thrown back.
I caught a glimpse of Charlie's face and saw the intentness there, the total engrossment as he watched his mother's lovely cunt being eaten by my wife. And Betty was throwing herself into the act with wholehearted dedication, discovering a new thrill for herself as she chewed into that savory, flowing pussy, giving a matchless intimate adoration and receiving in turn the feedback of Carolyn's squirming passion.
Charlie got up from his knees and moved to the bed, hesitating a moment there as he stared down at the naked women, then moving around to the other side before crawling up to join them. Sitting with his legs tucked under his buttocks, he slid a hand beneath his mother's head and lifted it to his lap. The boy's stiff prick was standing pine tree tall, its head smeared with a dribble of warm lubrication, and he pressed the rigid shaft against the curve of her cheek.
The woman's eyes flew open as she felt that first touch, of cock, and Carolyn snuggled to it, her hands dipping between her son's thighs and curling about the sack of his refilled balls. My own shaft swelled itself, reached out its greedy head as I watched this new joining. Charlie was about to have his mom go down on his young cock while my wife continued to delve lasciviously into the woman's feverish vagina, her tongue drilling up into the clitoral hood now.
Carolyn drew her lips up her son's veined and pulsing shaft, nicking her tongue out when she came to the underside of the flanged knob, and I remembered the thrill that tongue had given me.
It was shaking up Charlie, too. The boy was quaking as his mother fastened her loving mouth over his cockhead, and his fingers curled in the scented wealth of her sunshine hair. He had been into her forbidden pussy, ejaculating his newfound manhood there, and now he was experiencing the rapture of her mouth around his prick, the tantalization of her fondling tongue and the loving suction there. Charlie was in heaven, gasping with pure joy as his mother worked her mouth up and down upon his hard shaft.
And Carolyn-Carolyn Jessup was being loved at both ends, her pussy teased and caressed by another woman's tongue, knowing the flavor and strength of her son's cock as it touched gently into the back of her avid throat. She was giving to two people, and getting from them both, doubling her pleasures.
I got off the chair with my prick waving stiffly out in front, going to the bed and contemplating how I might fit myself into that beautifully sensuous entanglement With Betty, I decided, and climbed across her out flung legs. She was lying on her belly, those marvelous tits pressed flat while she went down on Carolyn, her amply rounded ass shining intriguingly, but I had not too long ago burrowed my cock into another ass, and there really wasn't the room and time for that kind of back-dooring right now. I settled upon the use of my wife's curly black pussy, instead.
She responded to the mute urgings of my hands, turning her lush body onto one side so that her legs were in almost the identical position of Carolyn's-one knee bent, one leg stretched out. But after I played my fingers into the humid mounding of her resilient snatch, I realized that I'd have to get into a different position.
Unfolding carefully, I lay back, having to pillow my head upon Charlie's legs, and having to slide one of my own legs between my wife's, in order to get my ready cockhead pointed into the wet target of her quivering vulva. Betty moaned into the other woman's pussy as I worked my distended meat into her own, thrusting it deep and deeper, until I had its length embedded within the hotly flexing walls of her satin-lined vagina, and my balls were finding a soft home in the veeing of her opulent thighs. The cock-head settled into its well known basket, and Betty rotated her cunt lovingly upon it.
Now we were all four truly interlocked, each woman with a prick into her, each woman adoring a sex organ with a busy mouth and tongue. My wife was being fucked at the same time she was sucking, and Carolyn was being eaten while she sucked upon her son's hard young club. Moving together, then almost apart, then together once more, we built up a mutual, twisting land of rhythm between ourselves, stroking pricks and undulating cunts, siphoning mouths and expanding balls, sliding and gliding and teasing until someone, something, had to give.
I think Carolyn was the first to reach an orgasm; I heard her make a strangely muffled sound with her mouth working around Charlie's cockhead, and her bent leg straightened itself to lift and point its narrow foot at the ceiling, while her crotch churned lithely into my wife's greedy mouth. Was Betty next in line, inflamed by bringing her feminine lover to a riotous climax? She strained against my moving shaft, her vaginal walls contracting fiercely and her love walls seeming to flow in greater abundance.
I knew that Charlie Jessup was next, that he arched his crotch and forced his stiff pole deeply into his mother's pulling mouth as he let go a package of bubbling semen that must have flooded thickly over her tongue. I saw Carolyn's throat work as she happily swallowed her boy's spurting fluid, and the shuddering of the boy's balls when his mother's pumping lips withdrew the last hot globule of come from his flexing cockhead.
Betty was going limp, her pussy softening and gone tremulous around my still plunging cock, but I didn't slow up or back it out. I wanted to come with them, to share my semen and exultation in the priceless blending of four voluptuous bodies so lustfully intertwined. Jamming it home, letting it recoil only to hammer it deeply again and again, I shook my wife's belly with every axing stroke up into the greasy and non-resisting hole of her precious womanhood.
"Now," I muttered, digging my nails into her rich thigh and into the tender, quivering hillock of her ass, "now, you lovely, hot-cunted bitch-you love a prick so much-this prick and Charlie's prick, too-feel my come spitting up into your snatch, baby-feel it raining like hot, soapy juice inside your wonderful pussy!"
It went off like a small cannon, and I thought the head of my surging cock was going to shatter into a thousand sensitive pieces, but it was only the fire-crackering of my semen hurling its sticky, fiery sparks throughout the wet velvet sheathing of Betty's receptive vagina, bathing her walls and cervix and clitoris with the richness of buttery semen. Next time the boy got his cock into this sweet box, I thought, going to find it packed with my come.
But for a little while, at least, nobody was moving; we lay or sat quietly, letting the slowly ebbing tides of passion wash themselves away in dwindling waves. When we untangled, it was by mutual consent, Charlie's cock sliding foamy from his mom's lips, my prick moving bent from the reluctant clasping of Betty's liquid oven, and my wife lifting her greasy face from the wet forest of Carolyn's steamy mound.
"I-I wasn't me," Carolyn murmured. "I was a part of something bigger and much, much stronger."
"It's like that, sometimes," Betty said, sitting up and giving my limp shaft a loving pat. "But I never felt it this strongly, either. Oh Carolyn, I enjoyed going into your pussy, loved being inside another woman's vagina and teasing the clit. I always admired you as a person, and as my dearest friend; and now we've become lovers, too. I want to love you over and over."
Carolyn reached to stroke my wife's drying cheek. "And I want to do it to you, to have us make love together, each of us eating in cunts."
My knee was touching Betty's ripely developed thigh, and I felt it quiver. She craved the kind of adoration that only another woman could give her now, and I figured that Charlie and I were just getting in the way. Later, they'd want us around, needing man meat to make themselves complete. I kind of wobbled off the bed, weak in the knees from so much non-stop screwing.
"Charlie-you want to go with me, maybe grab a sandwich?"
He shook his head. "If it's okay with you, Rich, IT! just rest right here. I know mom and Betty would rather ball each other for a while, but I'll stay out of their way, unless they invite me in. It's just that I don't want to miss it-my mom going down on Betty for the first time."
"Okay," I sighed, envious of the lad's youth and staying power, but not jealous. There was more than enough willing, juicy pussy for both of us. I corrected myself: for all of us, because cunt was beginning to mean as much to the women as it did to us males.
Leaving them in the bedroom, I made it to the kitchen for some more heavily bourboned coffee, and made myself a thick ham sandwich. Munching it, I thought about the one cunt that the rest of us knew nothing about-Kim's mysterious, brand new and probably impossibly small snatch. I wondered if the girl had begun to grow pubic hair, and thought she had, and I flashed back to the cute, teasing way she had passed her lips over mine.
Kim's mother was a beautifully passionate woman, now that she had learned to let go all her restrictive hang-ups, and Kim's brother was a perpetually horny young stud, a kid who could keep a hard-on forever, it seemed. So the girl herself should have a lot of the same sensuous inclinations, and had hinted at it by kissing me on the lips, rather than circumspectly upon the cheek. And her tight little ass had a special movement of its own, undulating within the grip of her tight jeans. Undeveloped, sure; a step or two away from bursting into full, sexy power, but all the budding potentials were there, all the latent ardor just waiting to be released by time.
I thought that maybe I could give time a helping hand.
CHAPTER 13
I fell asleep on the couch, warmed by the booze I'd downed, relaxed through the series of sexual escapades that had changed my viewpoints and brought me into a soft new world without hard edges and without frustrations. During the night, somebody came in and covered me with a quilt, but I didn't wake up, just snugged deeper into a dreamless sleep.
It was morning when I came half-alert, a little punchy but realizing where I was. Grinning at the new day, I rolled over and drifted for awhile longer, thinking of all the girls I'd lusted after when I was a kid the age of Charlie, all the trim little asses I had watched and dreamed about, but without hope. Then came the women, lush and full-bodied, long-legged and with arrogant breasts, the rippling of their lush thighs promising nirvana. And I had missed just about all of them, marrying one of the best, but then withdrawing into some kind of shell that grew thicker and harder over the years, until most emotions were covered by its crust, and I'd turned sullen and frustrated.
But no more, no more; now I had access to a pair of lovely, erotic women who knew how to allow their lusts to run free, and I had a friend-son to share them with me. It was sure as hell a bright new world, and I threw back the cover to get up and make friends with it. The air was a little chilly, and I had to go piss. Now the door to my bedroom was closed, and I figured the three of them were asleep together in my bed-my wife and her pair of lovers, Charlie and his voluptuous mother.
I climbed into the shower and scrubbed vigorously, using just enough icy water to bring me wide awake, then toweling myself briskly. I shaved and did the usual cleanup job, and found my beat-up old bathrobe on a door hook. Putting it on, I trotted into the hallway, telling myself that fucking or no fucking, there were morning chores to get through, stock to feed and the like.
But a surprise was waiting for me at the guest room. Fully dressed, little Kim Jessup was standing there, her sorrel head tipped to one side, that elfin face peering up at me.
"Hi," she said. "There's no need to hurry, Mr. Barnett I've already done the chores for you."
"You have?" I blinked at her pert freshness, the youthful shine of her, as if some attentive junior god had polished her face and all her tiny body with a cloth dipped in sunshine. "The cows, everything?"
"Especially the horses," she answered, small hands braced upon very slim hips. "Everybody else is still zonked out, so how about me making you some breakfast?"
"Good enough," I said, "Soon as I get some clothes on."
She came out into the hall, her walk part bounce and part strut. "Oh, that's okays and maybe you shouldn't-disturb them."
Maybe she didn't stress that slight hesitation, and maybe I read it correctly. I said, "So you can cook, too?"
"Sure," she grinned impishly, and went slapping along ahead of me, her small, trim buttocks dancing up and down.
In the kitchen, I put away a good, hearty meal and felt the strength of it. Kim was a pretty fair ranch cook, and I watched all her quick, deft movements as she put together breakfast. I kept watching her as I did justice to her efforts, trying to figure out if she knew anything or not. Had she gotten a peep into the big bedroom and seen her brother tucked between my wife and Carolyn? If so, she was keeping quiet about it, not spooked and outraged in shock or hurt.
It was weird, but I felt a little nervous about the girl, now that I had made up my mind to take her little cherry. Suppose she balked at the idea, and went yelling off over to her own place to get on the party line and blab things about rape and incest and swapping all over the country? Hell; I had good reason to be edgy. Here in the morning daylight, everything didn't seem as simple as it had last night, while this lad's brother and her mother were swinging with me and Betty. And with each other, I reminded myself, daring a sneaky glance at Kim's shirt, where I could just make out the outline of nipples, and hardly any suggestion of breasts.
She gathered up the dishes and slipped them into the washer, saying quietly, "That wasn't fair, you know-letting me drink that wine so I would get sleepy and crash before anybody else. It must have been a long night, for all of you, especially them; they're still-sleeping."
Again, I caught the accented pause, and thought that the girl was bright, even if she didn't actually know what was happening, she might damned well have a good idea.
"Well," I said carefully, "you're pretty young, and-"
"Just a little bit younger than Charlie," she cut in. "-And maybe we figured you wouldn't understand the-the changes around here." She had turned away from the sink, and now Kim's slender hips were thrust forward, her narrow thighs apart so that my eyes were inexorably drawn to the crotch of her jeans. There was a small mounding beneath the faded material, a pouting little hillock only vaguely defined. I knew that one of my palms upturned would cover the entire width of her dainty crotch, that the spread fingers of my other hand could encompass her whole delicate ass.
A ripely rounded woman, I thought; a lean, sinuous woman, I thought; and now this doll-like child, immature and very young, but perhaps already yearning to know the mysteries. She would be tender to the touch, all silken and with skin so smooth that it would tingle against my fingers.
Tilted slightly at the corners, her eyes caught at mine, and when I felt her intent gaze, I looked quickly up from the shaping of her girlish mound. Kim said softly, "If you mean about your making it with Mom in the bam yesterday, and then swinging some more at our house, I know all about that. After I saw you putting it to her there on the hay tarp, I had to run my poor gelding all the way back to the farrier's so I'd be there when she called. I had to think about it some, I'll admit. I mean, I didn't exactly think of my own mother like some kind of sexy chick. Now I have an idea that she is, and more."
Those young eyes were penetrating, so dark blue that they looked purple, and Kim's mouth was much like her mother's, wide and generous. She didn't blush and giggle or shade those eyes with chestnut lashes; she just stood there and stared at me.
I said: "You saw us in the barn; okay. And heard us, too, I guess. So you know that your mother was scared at first, but needing loving so much that she wanted more. So we went into the house. But my wife knows all about it, and accepts Carolyn and me loving each other."
"I know that, too," she said calmly. "I figured that out when I saw Charlie in bed with both of them this morning. Is my brother balling your wife?"
Nodding, I said, "Yes, he is; and a little more than that. He's laying your mother."
Kim's eyes widened. "Oh wow; I never took it that far. It's land of kinky, a guy balling his own mom."
"It's what they both wanted," I explained. "Now, the question is-where do you fit in, if anywhere?"
The girl leaned back against the sink, and the movement thrust her pelvis still farther forward. That mound was so tiny, I thought; maybe my prick wouldn't be able to force into such a narrow, new slit, but I could always loosen it first with my mouth and tongue.
She said then, "I-I don't know. Charlie was kind of playing around with me, and I thought maybe we were both getting ideas, but I know he never did it before, and I-I haven't, either. Mr. Barnett, is screwing very hard to learn?"
So sweet and frightened more than she cared to show; such a young, nubile child, with a new awareness moving inside that delicate and untried body. Her very helplessness and immaturity appealed to me, reached out to me like warm and trembling fingers, and I felt the lifting of my grown-up prick between my between my thighs.
My mouth was suddenly dry as I answered, "I don't think you'll have to learn much, Kim; I think the knowledge is already there, inside you. All we have to do is bring it out, start you gentle, the way I'd start a good, blooded filly."
"Yes," she said in a whisper. "Yes, I understand that, and I want it to be you, Mr. Barnett, I guess I've always wanted it to be you."
I was shaking inside, excited as I had been when I first saw Charlie's young meat sliding in and out of the steamy grip of my wife's adoring pussy, turned on as much as I had been by getting into Carolyn's mossy snatch. Maybe more, I thought; maybe even more. I stood up and held out my hand. "Kim, baby-let's go back into your room."
She hesitated. "But what about them-Mom and my brother and Mrs. Barnett?"
"Damn it," I said, "quit calling me mister and my wife anything but Betty. Call me Rich or lover or darling or your horny old bastard, but don't call me mister."
The shadow of a grin played across her lightly freckled face. "Okay, lover. But I'm warning you-I'm so scared I'm about to pee my panties."
When she came haltingly around the table, I scooped her up into my arms, surprised at her negligible weight, and held her against my chest as I carried that small, warm body down the hall and into the guest room. I sat her upon the bed and took Kim's piquant little face between my hands, leaning to lass her softly upon the trembling lips.
"Don't be scared," I soothed. "I won't hurt you, darling. Look-get out of your clothes and under the sheet, while I go get something. I'll be right back, and then I'll lock the door, so nobody can disturb us. Okay?"
"O-okay," she breathed, and I hurried away to find the jar of Vaseline in the bathroom medicine cabinet. She shouldn't be much tighter than the ring of her mother's ass, I thought, and I had managed to penetrate that narrow tube all right. If I went down on the child first, and brought her to hotly shuddering climaxes, the love oils of that miniature pussy ought to help the fucking that would follow. And with my cockhead well greased, and more of the Vaseline inserted into the nubile lips of that schoolgirl cunt-
I went back into the bedroom faster than I had left it, my cock thrumming like a tuning fork, and my entire body aglow with anticipation. Betty must have felt something like this when she was about to break down Charlie's reservations and seduce the boy; she must have been this eager and tremulous and yearning.
Kim was only a small bump beneath the sheet, her face hidden in her chestnut hair. I threw off my robe and allowed my hungry prick to spring free, thinking that it might be better if she didn't get too close a look at it, at first. The size of my meat could be frightening to a kid who had never seen one up close.
Putting the opened jar of grease upon the bedside table, I remembered I hadn't locked the door, and whipped back to do it. Then I sat down on the bed and watched the inner muscles of my taut thighs jumping, the coiling of my testicles as they built up pressure and juices within their wrinkled, hairy sac. It was difficult to believe that I could be so eager, after all the screwing I had been doing over the past couple of days, but I was excited through and through.
I drew the sheet down the girl's body, slowly exposing the sweetly nude skin so translucent I could see the pale blue veins beneath its radiance. Kim's eyes were closed, and her mouth was set, as if she was expecting the worst, but determined to go through with it, this losing of her virginity. What a beautiful child she was, finely made in every joint, delicately put together. As the covering passed down from her just-budding tits, I stared entranced at the jutting nipples, a lighter pink than her mother's, centered in their lightly mounded glans. The breasts themselves were only little heapings, but exquisitely formed, and I knew they would someday grow into lushly rounded tits any man would be happy to touch.
Her skin was without a flaw, very satiny, ultra-smooth, and I touched her throat with a fingertip as I pulled the sheet farther down her tensely expectant body. Small, flat belly; cunningly designed hips, a tiny navel winking impudently up at me-and the captivating, superb shape of Kim's virginal pussy. I caught my breath as I saw that exquisite little mound and its scattering of peach fuzz, for that was all the hair there was-a downy fluff of pale red feathering that could come nowhere near disguising the pink slit of her labia.
The gorgeous, toy pussy nestled adorably between thin thighs only beginning to round, only starting to give the promise of sleek design they would become. I couldn't take my eyes away, and leaned to peer closely at those gently puckered lips and saw that they were palpitating ever so softly. I flipped my hand and the sheet drifted from the bed to the floor. My heart banging crazily in my chest, my throat gone tight and my breath hoarse, I stroked that slim, doll-like body, trailing my fingers tenderly from shoulders and over tits to the tremulous belly, pausing to retreat from the glowing sculpture of that hypnotic mound and instead caress the narrow hips, Kim's slender thighs, and right on down the slight calves. She was a joy simply to fondle, so warm and silken, her skin vibrantly alive, her pristine flesh quaking.
In awe, I whispered, "You're beautiful, Kim, but the word isn't enough, for you're more than just beautiful. You're stunning, charming, fantastic."
"I-I'm too skinny," she breathed. "I don't have any breasts."
"You're just perfect," I said throatily. "So lovely that I'm just realizing what a lucky man I am. Relax, little princess; lie there easy and soft while I lass you all over that enticing body."
When I lay beside her and took her gamin face in my hands, Kim's eyes came open, midnight-blue-purple, staring up into mine, and her lips quivered as I brought mine gently down to them. Ah, she was so delicate, opening her lips for the entrance of my eager tongue. She tasted of springtime, of warm winds and flowers, and although her tiny tongue lay still beneath mine, I found a hidden flame within its honeyed softness. Hesitantly, Kim began to tongue me back, sweet and untrained, but losing some of her fear in the response. I drank from her young mouth, and my cock throbbed madly against the childish thigh.
Next I kissed her throat, drawing its dainty skin between my lips, and I heard Kim breathing raggedly, felt the runaway puke in her neck. Her collarbone was so wondrously formed, and the junior globe was against my mouth then; I laved it with my wet tongue, knowing the tremblings there, and suddenly took the erectile pink nipple. Ah, it was vibrant and alive in my mouth, shivering as I curled my tongue hungrily around it.
Her little body leaped and twisted; I drew all her unformed breast into my lips, sucking upon it, pressing the nubby point against the roof of my mouth, keeping my tongue moving, sliding, teasing. Now my hands were upon the narrowness of her small hips, and they were rolling beneath my palms. Kim's hands touched my bare shoulders and moved uncertainly down my back. I paid dutiful homage to her other tit, reveling in the sensuous arousal I was bringing to the girl.
It was all there, the urgency, the not understood need boiling within her untried body, the blind seeking that was overcoming her natural fear of the unknown, and I was helping her. Her slick little belly went taut against my lips, and mini-quakes shook it when I drew my tongue across the beautiful skin to screw it into the dot of her pink navel.
"Oh! Oh, Mr. Barnett-ah, I mean, lover-my lover! You're freaking me out-I can't stand it; you tickle so much-oooh, what are you doing to me?"
"Loving you," I murmured against her polished velvet flesh, "loving you slow and easy, my lovely little darling. Lie back, Kim; open your legs a little wider, sweetheart-ah yes, there, like that, so I can look down into that fabulous pussy."
I blew warm breath over that trembling mound, and the thin scattering of her beginning pubic hair stood on end, downy as a baby chick. I bit tenderly into the joining of her thigh, and probed the meaty section with my tongue. The girl's back arched and ran through her body. She gasped when I first drew my tongue down into her exquisite mound, and her pelvis flexed. When she tried to move her crotch back, I held to her hips and forced her to He still and open for me.
The thin legs were spread wide, the intriguing pink slit glistening with excitement that was softening Kim's labia, turning the lips damp. Sliding my hand beneath the slender ass, I cupped it and lifted, bringing that darling little snatch up so my mouth could feast upon it My tongue licked up and down the short gash, tasting her savory fluids, moving teasingly along the tiny box while Kim Jessup squirmed in startled response.
Her mini-cunt was sugary, narrow, and I drilled my tongue avidly into its fuzzy lips, boring deeply into the compact vagina as the girl lurched and cried out in delighted shock.
"Ooohh! Lover man-you have your tongue all the way up me-I can feel it sliding around inside my thing-ahh, yes, yes-you're kissing my pussy, licking it-oohh! Now-now you're sucking on it!"
And then I was, sucking furiously upon that enchanted pussy, drawing its lips inside out within my own, sucking its nectar and rolling my tongue in the exotic oils. So small, so very tight and narrow-but so hot; Kim's unused vagina was beginning to sizzle wetly around my tongue and to jerk against my teeth. The girl was rolling her delicate ass now, hunching her miniature crotch up to me, and I adored her entire snatch, lapping it like a puppy.
Probing and delving, I slid my tongue up beneath the small clitoral hood and found the tiny clitoris, throbbing joyously in its first real stimulation. It was only a button, surrounded by impossibly soft membranes, too small to get between my teeth, so I tormented it with my tongue, and sucked upon the entire upper portion of her pussy.
The first hot wave of coming orgasm hit the child then, and she cried out breathlessly, her pelvis surging into my greedy mouth, making grinding, gyrating movements that were natural to her instincts, to the hot blood that was her heritage from her sensuous mother.
"No-no-no!" she moaned. "Please stop-oh please. I-I think I'm going to pee-"
Eating into that immature, delicious cunt, I maddened her micro-clit with tongue and teeth, sucking and pushing back, moving my face back and forth within the vee of her slim thighs. She bucked suddenly and violently against my chin, and those thin legs reached up to coil around my neck and head, trying to drive my face deeper into her churning pussy as she came.
Kim's small fists beat a frenzied tattoo upon my shoulders, her entire body twisting and curling over me, her little legs clamping around my head with surprising strength. Again and again, she drove her dainty cunt into my mouth, caught up in the foaming fury of her first climax. I continued to suck at her snatch, to run my tongue in and out, playing it over the clit, then back into the steaming sweet depths of the shuddering vagina.
I gave her no rest, but kept up the loving, even when the initial crest passed over her and she dropped back with her thin shoulders flat against the bed once more. Her young pussy was flowing with savory juices, so succulent and thrilling; I wanted to drink them down, to absorb her ecstasy like a sponge.
"C-can't stand it," she groaned. "Oh man, oh lover-I can't take it any more! I'm freaking out-I can't-oh! Oh! Yes, I can-I want some more, Rich lover, keep doing it to me, because that crazy feeling is going to happen again!"
Kim didn't have to urge me. I was insanely in love with her fantastic little pussy, nuzzling ardently into its silken folds, relishing every greasy drop of juice I could pull from its honeyed depths, squeezing her tiny cunt like an orange and draining the quenching fluids. I felt her convulsion as she climbed the heights again and came, as she fell back only to climb against my mouth once more, fucking my face with short, savage thrusts, and then she came for the third consecutive time, her trim ass rolling and flexing.
When her legs slid limply down from my head, and Kim's only movement was the rising and falling of her ungrown breasts, I reluctantly lifted my dripping face from the liquid blaze of her babyish, yet intensely voluptuous snatch, and kissed a damp trail back up her slender body. I went from belly to rib cage to each of the nipples, then to the throat and over the chin before pausing at her slack lips.
"You gorgeous child," I breathed, and now the vastly enlarged head of my prick was caressing her flat belly, "I'll loss your mouth now, and when my tongue slides inside, you'll know that you're tasting the flavor of your own sweet pussy."
I think she tried to turn aside, shocked at the suggestion, but when my tongue slipped between her lips, the initial flinch turned itself into sudden and avid suction. Kim pulled upon my tongue, drawing it back into her throat, moaning around its hot and slippery wetness.
My cockhead was pulsing insistently, hungry to sample what my mouth had already discovered, but I wasn't ready to fuck the girl yet She would need more preparation, even though she was so turned on now that her skin was goose-pimpled and rippling, her panting breath a little furnace blower.
When I took my mouth from hers, she was looking up at me, those purple eyes dazed but glowing. She gasped, Is-was that it, lover? I land of went crazy, but it was so good-so wonderful. But isn't there something more? I mean, don't you put your thing into me, or something like that?"
I kissed the tip of her pert nose and answered: "Yes, but I don't want to rush you, baby. Your pussy is very small, and my prick is big; it isn't huge, but it's big for your little cunt"
"Can I see it?" she asked.
Moving back from her, I put a hand beneath the wings of her shoulder blades and lifted the child to a sitting position. "Here it is," I said. 'Touch it, darling; run your fingers over my cock and learn the feel of it. Don't be afraid; you can pull it around and bend it-see?"
"It feels so strange," she whispered, her eyes big as she took my aching prick in one of her tiny hands. *Ks hard, but it's spongy, too. And the end of it is like shiny velvet Oh look-it's leaking."
"That's so it'll be easier to get into your pussy," I explained. "The juice is slippery, something like the hot oils that seep into your cunt when you're excited. But well need more than that, and I brought it."
Taking the jar of Vaseline from the bedside table, I held it out to her. "Dip your fingers in, and take plenty. There; now smear the stuff all over the head of my prick, baby-ah, that tickles. Now, right on down the shaft, to make it real slippery. Not too much, darling-or you'll make me come before I even get started fucking you.
"Delicately, her hand oiled my cock from tip to stem, greasing the stiff meat liberally, and Kim seemed delighted to play with the rod, very interested in the feel and shape and heft of it She said, "Can I really get this big thing inside me, right up into my pussy, like your tongue was?"
"You can," I said, and pushed her back so I could pack more grease around and into her tiny snatch. Taking a pillow, I placed it beneath her ass. I was ready to take the girl's cherry.
CHAPTER 14
With that cunning little crotch tilted up at me, and the thin thighs widespread, Kim was in the best possible position for having her hymen broken, set so that she would bear the least amount of pain and strain. But from the tremulous, expectant look of her, the girl was ready to endure anything, any amount of discomfort, so she could be initiated into the mysteries of womanhood.
She was so damned appealing, so immaturely beautiful in her anxiety, her skin so smooth and burnished, that damp little snatch haloed by its feathering of down, the rigid-nippled but nearly flat tits pulsing up and down in the excited beat of her breathing. Her mound glistened with the heavy application of grease, and some of it shone within her inner thighs.
It was now or never, I thought, and moved in between the slender legs, holding my expanded shaft in one hand and hoping that all the Vaseline would work. I said down to her, "Don't fight it. Kim. Relax as much as you can and don't tighten up. Once I get the head of my prick into your cunt lips, you could even push back at it some, and help me work it deeper. It'll be all right, baby; pretty soon you'll actually be fucking, and I'd bet that you're every bit as hot and sensuous as your mother when she gets a hard cock into her snatch."
"I-I'll try," she breathed. "Because I really want to get fucked, lover. But if fucking is anywhere near as good as what you did to me with your mouth, I know I'll freak right out"
"It's different," I said, "but just as good."
Inching closer to her greasy crotch, I bent down the head of my oiled cock and pressed the blunt tip into the thrilling, slippery softness of Kim Jessup's virginal mound. I could feel the tiny labia throbbing there, and the caress of her pubic down. So very small, I thought, but so damned exciting, and edged the tip into her childlike body, pressing gently but firmly into those pussy lips. The girl didn't tense up, and I was thankful for that, for the untightened resilience of her labia, and pushed some more.
The nose of my greased cockhead penetrated just far enough for me to feel the hotness inside, the wet promise beyond the barrier. I held the girl's narrow thighs in both hands, once my knob was firmly fixed into her slot, and continued to bore into the slowly giving pussy lips. They parted reluctantly, stretched bit by agonizingly slow bit, and Kim tried to help by arching her back and pushing against my bulb, her lovely young body shaking.
I quivered with her, and struggled to reach my glans farther, to shove it deeper. Her pussy expanded slightly as the girl rolled her ass and kept her pelvis tilted up, as she attempted to spread her willowy thighs even wider. Oh, she wanted it, needed my cock, and I was determined to give her all my meat; but without hurting her, if at all possible.
Suddenly, surprisingly, the head slipped into her hot, slidy lips, and an inch of swollen shaft followed. She gasped at the shock, but didn't retreat; Kim kept forcing against my spongy glans, doing her best to get it all inside her sweet mini-pussy. We were succeeding, I thought, as more of my root worked into the velvet dampness, assisted by the Vaseline smeared into her tight snatch and over my prick.
I was about a third of the way in her when my cockhead felt the obstruction, the membrane stretched across her vagina. Pressing, moving my ass so that the knob slid back and forth along the guardian wall, I found I couldn't penetrate it. Stubbornly, Kim's hymen held out against the gentle attack. The girl was sweating now, a sheen of golden sweat over her body, and I had to do something, anything to get through that damned fence.
"Hang on, baby," I said through clenched teeth, backing my prick until only the flanges of the cock-head were held by the rubbery tightness of her cunt lips. "Hang on, because this may hurt a little."
Then I rammed it home, plunged my knob viciously against the barrier that was keeping me from the rest of her honeyed sheath. She flinched, but the girl had nerve, and she didn't recoil. I slammed the wall again, grinding into it full force, and felt the sudden ripping of surrender as the thing gave way.
"Oh!" Kim shrieked softly. "Oh-that hurts! But don't stop; oh please, don't stop."
One more shove, and my swollen cockhead slid on inside that marvelously tight vagina. I stared down to watch my shaft sliding into the pink clenching of her labia, and saw the stem come to rest against those darling cunt lips, saw my balls covering the delicate cleft of her lifted ass. I was in; she was no longer a cherry, and the girl's snug pussy gripped my embedded prick like a strong, silken hand, wet and juicy.
"Oh, oh-I'm full of you," she moaned. "I can feel your thing stretching me, making me open wider-my pussy is packed with your cock."
The girl's fresh little pussy was tighter than an asshole, but I could feel its thrilling velvet smoothness loosening a bit. Still, it clasped my prick forcefully, lovingly, and Kim began to squirm with delight upon the embedded meat.
"Oohh!" she exclaimed. "Oh lover man, this is so freaky, so far out and wonderful, I can't believe it Oh, oh-am I doing it right? Am I fucking you okay?"
"Perfect," I breathed, moving my super hard shaft tenderly within that adorable little sheath, stroking her carefully as the kid twisted upon it, as she hunched hesitatingly and rolled that thin, delicate ass. "Baby, baby-you have the sweetest little cunt in the world."
"Do I really? Oh-oh-fuck me, Mr. Barnett-fuck me, lover."
I held that saucy, childish ass in the palm of one hand as Kim heaved beneath me, and my greasy cock fed itself back and forth into the gloriously tight hole, where it was caressed by silken walls and satiny membranes. The girl's love juices were flowing, easing the way, and her untrained pussy muscles were pulsating wildly, like a thousand tiny rubber bands working over my sliding knob and along the moving shaft.
My prick was so hard it ached, even sliding juicily within that adorable sleeve, and a tremendous pressure was building up within my straining balls, but I struggled to hold back its release. I wanted this beautiful child to have all the prick she could handle, so that she could writhe upon my meat, so she could learn the deep thrills of fucking.
Kim's honeyed, snug pussy contracted suddenly, and she brought her smooth knees together as much as she could, pressing them against my slowly surging hips. "Lover-I-I think Fm coming! Ahh, it feels so good, your prick sliding inside my cunt-so good!"
Stopping my thrusts, I just balanced there between the slim legs and let the girl wring her almost hairless vulva around the buried length of my cock, managing somehow to keep from coming myself, although hot and shivering thrills were shooting up from my balls. I stared down into the pert face as Kim crested violently upon her first orgasm with a prick inside her exquisite pussy, and saw the child's face twist in rapture, her eyelids fluttering and her mouth open as she gasped ecstatically.
When her hot and tiny body stopped shuddering, I picked up the stroking once more, slipping my swollen cockhead into that oily little slot and pressing my balls into the miniature cleft of her trembling ass. Slowly, lovingly, I eased my hard meat back and forth, rolling my own ass a bit now, running my hands up and down her polished little form and feeling Kim quiver at every lingering stroke of my prick.
"Do-do you fuck my mom like this?" she panted, those purple eyes drifting open to stare up into mine. "Do you use your prick in my mother's pussy just like this, or do you do it differently?"
"Like this," I answered, my voice beginning to clog in my throat, "and in other ways, too. Baby, baby-wiggle that sweet ass and grind my cock around in your gorgeous little snatch-oh yeah, yeah. Kim, your beautiful pussy-your lovely ass-those wonderful tit nipples-"
She was getting herself back into the rhythm, her cunt walls rippling and compressing my now frantic cockhead, an enchanted suction building up within the girl's slippery vagina. That junior-sized pussy was quickly catching on, developing a special style of its own, and her downy pelvis was bucking against my own, as if she could never get enough prick, now that she knew what it was like.
Kim was grunting with every rolling thrust, but I kept from turning savage, not driving my meat home solidly as I sometimes did into her mother's wild pussy, or into my wife's juicy snatch. The girl's tender vagina was too easily hurt just now, and she would no doubt be sore as hell tomorrow, as it was.
Gasping, her tiny rosebud mouth reached up for my own as the girl felt her next climax sizzling through her straining, arched body, and I met it hungrily. Thin arms around my neck, narrow pelvis surging up and down, trim little ass twirling around and around, Kim's tongue ran crazily inside my mouth for a long, breathless moment before she came.
I met her orgasm with my own, and it felt as if my cockhead was tearing itself apart, as if a bomb had gone off inside it, and the explosion was hurling more than just semen into that viselike pussy. My come poured into the girl's quivering cunt, spat itself over the tiny womb in thick, greasy globules, and soaked the flexing vaginal walls with creamy syrup. Jet after jet of semen pounded throughout Kim's velvet snatch, turning that tight hole buttery and making it much easier for me to keep sliding my gloriously throbbing prick into its shallow depths.
As I sagged upon her taut body, Kim whispered in amazement, "So this is what it's like. Oh, I love it-I just love feeling your juice wetting my little pussy. It feels so Juicy and hot. Oh wow, lover; I don't ever want to stop fucking. I just want to keep your prick in me forever and ever."
I stroked her, kissed her cheek, her ear, and ran my tongue down the enticing column of her pale throat. The girl's steaming pussy was heavily salved with a wondrous mixture of my semen and her lubrication, and my cock luxuriated in it.
Kim said softly, "Does my mom love it, too? I mean, does she really dig your come inside her?"
"Carolyn is a fine piece of ass." I said. "She's very hot, very passionate. I think she was always unhappy with your father, because he was uptight about screwing and never really turned her on."
The girl sighed beneath me, her hips still making avid, small movements. "Then I'm glad I took after her, and not dad. I'm going to learn everything I can about fucking, about all kinds of sex. I never felt so wonderful as I do right now. Oh, I don't mean it wasn't marvelous, having your tongue inside my pussy and tickling me; that was freaky, too. I love both ways. But do I really do everything right? I want you to love me, to want to keep screwing me as much as I want it."
"You're perfect," I said. "You're so young and horny and new, that you can turn anybody on. Any guy would worship your gorgeous snatch."
Her moving crotch slowed and stopped. "This isn't the only way to screw; I know that much. Will you show me some more, or do guys get tired quicker than girls?"
I smiled. "We lose some strength, but we get it back, after awhile. Hold still, now, so I can slip my cock out of your sweet pussy without hurting you. It will probably hurt a little by tomorrow."
"I don't care," she said, with a small gasp as she felt the dripping cockhead pull itself from the jealous clenching of her labia. "I don't care if it does hurt."
Rolling over onto my back, I wondered briefly if Carolyn and my wife were awake yet, and if so, if they were twisting in the embrace of their mutual lover, the brother of this delightfully passionate girl who was lying naked beside me. I felt Kim's small fingers questing over my limp prick and smiled down at them.
She said, "How can it be so little and soft now, when it was so big and hard just a minute ago?"
"It's resting," I explained, "but it will grow again. My cock will never be able to stay away from a sweet young pussy like yours."
"That's nice," she said, propping herself upon an elbow to peer closely at my weakened shaft, "but can't I do something to help it? Maybe if I licked it the way you did my pussy, it would get big. Is my brother's thing like yours?"
"It stays harder longer," I admitted, "but Charlie's cock is smaller. We were thinking about having him screw you first, because it would have been easier for you to take his prick."
Toying with my cock, Kim said, "I'm glad it was you, the first time. Hey-I can feel your prick kind of wiggling around."
With that, the charming little girl leaned over and planted a teasing kiss upon my glans, not giving a damn that it was yet sticky with semen, and I quivered when I felt the soft caress of her flicking tongue. Kim was delving into my balls then, exploring the heft and shape of the sac and the testicles within, eager to learn all she could about me.
"You taste groovy," she breathed, snuggling one rigid nipple against my thigh. "Kind of sweet and land of musky, all tangled up. I dig the flavor, man."
Her tongue quickened, sliding hot and wet over my cockhead, withdrawing so that she could nuzzle her lips into the softened tool itself, her fingers stroking, tickling, fondling. I looked down at the top of her small head, at the curling of her delectable, tiny body so elfin and appealing. And I knew that she was another natural, her budding passions only needing release and experience to make her a fantastic sex partner. She was doing this on her own, not repelled by a man's prick against her lips, but attracted to it, doing exactly what she felt like at the moment.
My cock was slowly distending itself when Kim slipped her lips around the knob and raced her agile tongue over the sensitive ridges. I touched her sorrel hair and felt its fine, silken strands beneath my fingertips as the girl drew my hardening bulb into her mouth. She pulled on it, as if it was a candy sucker, lapped over the head as if she was testing the flavor, and her fingers were never still in my crotch, over my pelvis, back down into the cleft of my ass.
Gently, I hunched to her, and my prick responded by turning stiff, its flared head seeking the fabulous velvet cupping of her throat. I was getting a cherry in two places from this beautiful kid, or three-and Fm sure that if there was even a remote possibility of stuffing my prick into her minute asshole, Kim would have happily given me that one, too. As it was, I had been the first to ever work my tongue into the honeyed slot of her virginal pussy, the first ever to pump a hot load of bubbling come into that elegant little snatch, and now she was going down on me, using her mouth on a man's hard meat for the first time. And she was already doing one hell of a fine job, laving my cockhead generously, digging the top of her active tongue into the slot, then sucking upon my shaft like a lollipop.
Inherently, instinctively, Kim Jessup knew just what to do, how to find the touchiest places, where to give the deepest thrills, and she thoroughly enjoyed what she was doing. She began to match my tentative probings, allowing my distended cockhead to slide farther back into her throat each time, adjusting herself to the unaccustomed feel of the spongy knob. I fed the child my willing meat, pumping it tenderly back and forth into the rapturous suction of her mouth and against the fondling of her hot tongue.
Maybe she would rebel at the flood of semen that would soon burst into her mouth, but I didn't think so. Kim was too much like her mother; once turned on, she would go for anything. So I speeded up the beat, humping my shaft into her small, hot mouth until I felt the warning flexion of my glans. Then I held tightly to the girl's head, fixing it into position as the power unleashed itself wilding within my contracting balls and the sizzling stream came hissing up the length of my shaft to fountain from the cockhead. There wasn't as much as I had jetted into the kid's pussy, but still enough to soak her tongue and to purl richly against the back of her convulsing throat.
Kim swallowed, and swallowed again, making wet, hungry noises and massaging my balls with anxious fingers, sucking hard for more of the greasy fluid. I gave her all I had, panting as the hot stuff geysered into her throat, trembling as the girl continued to siphon my cockhead, as her tongue did magic tricks of stimulation.
Then I fell back upon the bed with my legs spread out wide and my chest heaving. I was sweaty and limp, but I felt wonderful. Vivid thought pictures went careening through my inflamed mind, and I saw Kim and me fucking while her mother and brother and my wife looked on; I saw Charlie putting his tireless meat into the kid's delicious pussy while I screwed their mother; I saw my wife getting down between Kim's pale and willowy legs to lick at the downy snatch while I stuck the meat into Betty from behind.
The images blurred and faded, and I sighed in repletion, knowing that I didn't have to fantasize any more, that each and every wild idea I ever dreamed could now come true, and that I was one of the world's luckiest men.
When I opened my eyes again, I saw that the bedroom door was open, and made out the quiet form of Carolyn Jessup standing there. She moved toward us where we lay upon the bed, looking down as her young daughter lifted her mouth from my prick.
CHAPTER 15
I felt the kid flinch and heard her startled intake of breath. But she didn't try to roll away from me; it was too late for that, anyhow, and Kim didn't cry out or blubber, or do any of the things a kid might when her mother had just walked into the room and caught her with her mouth around a man's hard prick.
Yet the girl was bound to be a little shaken up, even though she knew that her mom and I had been balling each other, and suspected her mother had also been down on me. It's one thing to get moved suddenly into the adult sexual world, and another to come face to face with the grownup who controlled her life.
"M-mom! I-I-"
"Hush, darling," Carolyn said, bringing that long, lean body close and sitting down upon the bed to reach out one hand and calm her trembling daughter. "It's all right, Kim-it's really all right. I knew you two would get together soon; I could sense it. Now I'm glad it's happened, and we don't have to lie to you any more."
Carolyn wore one of my wife's robes, and it fell open as Kim slid into her mother's open arms, pressing her naked body to the tall, supple woman. Smiling at me, Carolyn petted her child's bare shoulder and murmured soothing words. I could see the meeting of their flesh, the high, firm breasts of the woman pushing into the budding tits of the girl; darkly red hair against bright golden hair; tall, lithe woman holding the small, anxious child.
And I had fucked them both; I had eaten into their delicious cunts and known the ecstasy of both their hot mouths wrapped around my surging prick, fired my load of semen down their throats.
"Mom, Mom," Kim was saying into Carolyn's shoulder, into her throat, "He already fucked me, and it only hurt a little bit, at first I fucked him back as best I knew how, and it was so good. Mr. Barnett- ah, my lover man-went down on me first and got me kind of loosened up, so it would be easier for him to get his prick in. I'm not a cherry any more; Fm not a baby, either-I'm a young woman."
"Yes," Carolyn said softly, "you are. And we're not so different, darling. Rich was the first man who're-ally made me a woman, too."
I moved across the bed to the other side and sat up to put my feet on the carpet These two needed to be alone for awhile, to talk things over and get it all out in the open. And I needed a break, some time in which to gather some more strength, for I intended to screw the hell out of both these lovely females before long, and preferably together. As I eased across the room, I wondered how many guys had been fortunate enough to stick both a mother and her young daughter, together. It would make for a special land of trio, and about the only thing I could conceive of that would make that coupling any better would be if Kim were really my own kid.
Forgetting that I was bare-assed, I moved down the hall and into the kitchen, where Betty and Charlie looked up at me. Both of them grinned, and my wife said, "Well-you've been busy, I see."
I made it to the coffee pot and poured some. "Charlie, your little sister is broken in now, and I can tell you that she is one terrific piece of ass, as good as your mother and Betty."
"That's great," the boy said. "I figured that Kim was about ready for sticking, but I didn't know how to go about it, and I really wanted to get into Betty's lovely cunt first"
My wife touched her lover's hand. "Isn't he sweet? You should have seen him this morning, Rich. He woke me up with that hard prick between my thighs, and before I really got my eyes open, it was working up into my pussy. And there was Carolyn, right beside us, her thigh touching mine while her horny son pumped his nice, stiff cock into me. We had quite a time."
"I'll bet you did," I answered. "And Fm planning quite a ball myself, with Carolyn and the girl. I left them in the guest bedroom, talking it over. Kim isn't at all jumpy, but Carolyn walked in on us, just as she finished going down on me."
I sat down at the table and we discussed the situation. I noticed the new and youthful freshness on my wife's face, and thought how much good this new-found sexual freedom was doing her. Betty looked more bright and alive than she had even as a young girl; her skin glowed with vitality, and her eyes sparkled. Any embarrassment she might have had, any outmoded scruples, had disappeared, and she was happy. I was just as happy for my wife, and in turn, for myself. I thought of how many nights we had fucked once, then turned away from each other and gone to sleep. It wouldn't happen again that way, for we were more interested in each other now, more aroused now that we were sharing our bodies with others. More than that-we were sharing our love, and making it grow in the process.
Betty said thoughtfully, "Do you think we could all get together-the five of us?"
"Of course," I said, "if the others are willing. But I suggest we wait awhile, have something to eat, take baths, maybe down a couple of drinks. I'm not as young as Charlie there, and I need a break."
Betty laughed. "You're younger than ever, darling; and when you see three naked females lined up and waiting for you, that big cock will climb right up and quiver."
"Maybe so," I said, "but I still need some pumping up."
Betty fixed a meal, and the aroma of cooking brought the others from the bedroom. They were dressed, and I thought that was a concession to Carolyn's sense of propriety where her daughter was concerned, a hangover from the old days. Before I ate, I went to my own room and got my beat-up terrycloth robe.
At first the conversation was somewhat strained, too long stretches of silence suddenly filled by too loud chatter, but we settled down and became easier with one another, after awhile. Then we could talk of different things-how we could all help out at the Jessup ranch, when Charlie might come over to give me a hand, and we chewed over moving into one house, so we could all be close, day and night That just wasn't feasible, what with all the work piling up at both places, but we discussed selling one or the other.
While the women cleaned up, Charlie and I drifted into the living room, well fed and content, as we should be; we were a couple of studs who got along without friction and shared a small band of mares. I bought myself a big drink of bourbon and silently toasted the arrangement. Maybe in the future, we might bring someone else in to share our happiness, but that was far off.
They joined us in the big room, as the tape deck was playing something with a primitive, stirring beat Funny, I thought; I'd never paid much attention to the music before; Betty had chosen all the tapes, but now it seemed a suitable background for screwing.
Carolyn had one arm around her daughter's thin shoulders, and the other about my wife's trim waist. They looked great, and they looked ready for loving. When I glanced over at Charlie, the kid was already climbing out of his jeans, and that ever-ready cock jumped out with its head shining. I wondered if he was nearly as eager to sample his sister's mini-pussy as he had been to get that stiff meat into his mother's riper cunt.
"Let's all get comfortable," Betty said, shedding her dressing gown so that her magnificent plump breasts were exposed, the dark olive nipples standing erect.
I saw little Kim staring at my wife's nude body, seeing the lushness, the maturely developed curves and intriguingly shaped hollows. The girl seemed to shrink, and I realized that she was comparing her own immature body to Betty's, her small and hairless pussy to the ebony mossed mound of my wife's pouting cunt. Dropping my own robe, I moved toward the child, just as she switched her eyes to her mother and saw Carolyn standing there in all that long, burnished nudity, the deep pile of bronzed pubic curls like magic fleece.
So I went to the child and took her in my arms, moving to the couch so I could strip her small body comfortably. I whispered to her that she was just as beautiful in her own way, that I adored the sight of her nipples and the softness of her downy cunt.
As I pulled off her clothes and stroked her tensed flesh, I assured the girl that she was desirable, that Charlie and I were drawn to her because she was so different and young. "You'll grow into a ripe woman," I said, fondling her delicate crotch, but right this minute, a whole herd of men would stomp down fences to get at this sweet pussy, Kim."
"Really?" she whispered, and I felt the tautness go out of her. Then she gasped when she saw that her mother and Betty were holding each other, standing there kissing and feeling asses, their tits fitted mound to globe. "They-they're making love; Mom and your wife are loving each other up."
"That's part of it, baby," I said, feeling the lift of my shaft against the pert cheeks of her dainty ass.
Charlie was circling around the two women, stroking one graceful back, then a set of shapely buttocks, touching the puffy head of his prick to Betty's flesh, then to Carolyn's. I had no idea what was going to happen, but whatever it was, would be wild and gratifying, a sensuous tangling of flesh and minds that would thrill us all, blending us even more deeply into one another. Now there was something added, a different catalyst that was little Kim.
Gently, I worked the tip of one finger up into the marvelous softness of her tiny snatch. "Are you sore, darling?"
"Just a little," she answered, her eyes fixed upon the trio in the middle of the room. "I'll be okay, though; especially when I get some more slippery juice inside my pussy. I peed all of yours out, even though I wanted to keep it in me forever."
We watched the others melt to the floor, seeing the young boy between the two mellow women, one of them lush and rounded, one slim and lithe. Charlie took turns kissing them and fondling their breasts as their hands moved over his solidly erect shaft, into his balls, over his ass cheeks. Kim squirmed upon my lap, parting her legs so that the length of my cock could slide up between her veed thighs and lie along that downy snatch with its swollen pink lips still inflamed from the fucking I had given her earlier.
The girl was hot as a stove lid, wiggling and hunching, leaning back against me and playing with the flanged bulb of my prick On the carpet, Betty and Carolyn were lying side by side, holding hands and kissing, their tongues flicking warmly and wetly as Charlie kneeled between my wife's opened thighs so white and plump. He held his ironhard shaft in one hand and played his fingers into the dark hair of Betty's snatch with the other.
Kim's voice was thready, laced with anxiety: "He-Charlie is going to fuck your wife."
"Just first," I said, "then hell be at your mom's cunt. Are you sure you don't want to try him on for size, before they really get started?"
"Oh no," she breathed huskily. "I want to see them do it" Now she had a firm grip upon my prick, and was trying to push the blunt tip into her own delectable little gash.
Her brother moved closer to my wife's mound, bending his cock down and aiming it accurately into the hairy cleft, settling the knob into Betty's labia, then pushing strongly between the steamy lips. His shaft worked slowly into her vagina, sliding inch by inch until it was buried to the gorged stem. Betty writhed upon the rigid meat, lifting her knees and rolling her crotch as she rode Charlie's rod ardently. The boy lay upon her sultry body, kissing her tits, kneading the heavy mounds as he stroked that hungry club up into her juicy cunt.
His sister lifted her dainty ass from my lap, half-standing so that she could use both hands to force the end of my cockhead up into her blazing mini-snatch. I held her lightly by the thin hips, letting the girl have her way, kissing the back of her silken neck, deeply enjoying the movements of her exquisite little body.
And she was gaining ground, even though I'm certain that her young pussy was very tender; she was managing to get the spongy tip into the liquid heat of her narrow vagina, and I felt the tremble of her stretching cunt lips as they made room for my cock-head. Yet she never took her eyes from the sensuous picture before us, watching every detail of the screwing her brother was giving my wife.
I guess the kid was showing off a little, too. Or maybe he was just learning to control himself, because I heard my wife cry out when she came, and saw the ecstatic heaving of her pelvis as she churned her feverish snatch upon his pole. He rolled her up a little bit, so he could reach across her surging flesh at an angle and fasten his mouth avidly to his mother's, kissing Carolyn and tonguing far back into her mouth while he continued to drive his prick into my wife's seething pussy.
But not for long; with an agile movement, he pulled his reddened cock from the grip of that Juicy and crawled over between his mom's welcoming thighs, prodding blindly for the golden entrance of the cunt he worshipped above all others. Just settling her fuzzy crotch upon my distended bulb. Kim gasped as she saw her brother's tool slipping into their mother's pussy, and brought her weight more fully down upon my staff, jamming the head of it into her tight and humid notch. I held to the childish hips, feeling the fabulous warmth close over my hard meat, feeling the sweet, clinging velvets of that fresh young vagina caressing me as the thin cheeks of her ass settled back into my crotch. Kim had it all then, every swollen, veined inch of my throbbing prick buried within her tiny, pulsing well.
On the floor, Charlie was changing his tactics, plunging his cock strongly into Carolyn's receptive hole while he kissed my wife, fondling Betty's tits with one hand, and caressing his mom's breasts with the other. Grinding and humping, Carolyn bucked against her son's belly, those long and supple legs coiling and uncoiling as she met his deep, powerful thrusts and gyrated sensuously upon them.
Betty broke the kiss and moved away from the kid. I sat still, letting Kim do the wiggling, because I could feel my cockhead pushing against the girl's small womb and was afraid of hurting her. Kim had to lean forward a little, bracing her small hands upon my spread knees, to give her vagina room to work without injury, and every wiggle she made was a wondrous delight for my stiff prick.
Then I saw that Betty wasn't going to leave the pair so blissfully fucking; she maneuvered herself down and around so that she was able to get her face against Carolyn's moving hip, moving it between the surging bellies so she could reach the joined sex organs. Staring, I realized that my wife was going to lick them both as they screwed.
CHAPTER 16
"Look," I hissed into the girl's ear, "Betty is going to help them make it better. Watch your brother lean-back to give her room without breaking the rhythm of his prick into your mom's pussy."
"I see!" she answered excitedly. "Oh yes, I see-her tongue is touching Mom's cunt, licking Charlie's wet cock when it pulls partway out. Oh wow-what a far-out thing to do!"
Kim's cunt flexed around my shaft, and her fingernails dug into my thighs, her delicate little ass swinging in short, avid arcs. She felt terrific, the slick membranes of that junior pussy doing strange things to my embedded meat, but I had fucked so much earlier that it was going to take a long time to make me come now. With her, I stared at my wife licking the boy's stem and balls, then trying to do them both together, the steaming cunt and the shaft at the same time. It must have been one hell of a wild sensation for the fucking couple, and I knew that I'd have it done to me, sooner or later.
"I'm coming with them," Kim hissed. "C-coming with them-oh-oh! Look at the way Charlie's balls jump around. Oohh! He's shooting his hot juice up inside Mom's pussy, isn't he? And she's wiggling on his cock, shaking her ass and humping him like she's making it, too-oh, lover man, Mr. Barnett-my own sweet, hard-cocked lover-daddy-fuck me hard, hard!"
Only going through the motions gently, I fed my meat in the girlish snatch as it quivered and pumped, then went lax and tender as the syrupy juices flowed heavier and hotter. The trio on the carpet went still, also, and I waited until Kim sagged in the backwash of her orgasm before gripping her tiny waist and lifting the girl from the impalement of my cock. Slowly, I raised her until my prick slipped wetly from the desperate clenching of that dainty little vagina, and moved Kim to sit beside me upon the couch.
"There's plenty of time for everything," I told her. "And I know you want to be with the others, too. Baby, when we get down there with them, you just do anything you want, anything that comes to mind, and well all love it."
Then I left her, to move down with my wife and her pair of lovers, male and female. She still had her head tucked between their bellies when I lay down behind the twin mounds of her round ass and fed my slippery cockhead between the cheeks, reaching down with it to tickle the dripping lips of her black-haired snatch.
Betty pulled her head away then, turning her face to look over one shoulder. She rolled her ass to help me probe for the opening of her ready pussy, all juiced up from the reaming Charlie had given it only minutes before, and said throatily, "Hello, darling."
"Hi, Wife," I said, and shoved my cockhead deeply into the familiar but wonderfully exciting depths of her pussy, reaching it full length into the hotly grasping ripeness and bringing my balls to rest in the beguiling cleft of her ass.
Betty said, "Fuck me and make me hit it, darling- but try not to come right away, please? I want to do something to you, for you, since you've been so sweet."
"I'll take my time," I promised, "but your cunt is so hot and slick, I don't know how long I can hang tight. Betty-ahh, Betty; you're fucking better than ever now,"
"I know," she panted, hiking back against my crotch and pumping. "So are you, Rich. I love your prick more than ever-oh, quickly now! Feed me that nice hard meat-shove it deep-AHHH!"
I hung on, gripping my wife's rolling hips and wondering what special trick she had in mind for me. I saw Charlie backing his dripping cockhead out of his mother's golden pussy and sitting back upon his haunches, his chest heaving up and down. Carolyn's blue eyes were blurred, and she lifted to her elbows to watch what I was doing to Betty. But that was all over, because my passionate wife gave a deft twirling of her crotch that snapped my hard shaft neatly from her snatch with a wet noise.
Betty came to her knees then, moistened her lips and said to Charlie, "Darling-you won't mind sitting this one out, at least until your strength comes back? Fine; then the rest of us can give Bach a good going over, our own way. Kim! Kim, baby-come on over here and join us. We want you and need you."
The girl left the couch hesitantly, not trying to cover her immature little body with her hands, but uncertain as to what was wanted of her, and she looked beautiful, the reluctant almost-virgin moving to her next experience.
My wife pushed against my chest and made me lie down upon my back. My well-used prick was standing straight up, its swollen head polished and red, oiled by the juices from two searing cunts and ready for the third lubrication, eager for the release of the semen that was now stretching the storehouse of my hairy balls.
"Tell you what," Betty said, "I'd like to go down on my husband now, but I wish you two would help me-Carolyn, Kim, if you'd take turns on Rich's prick with me?"
"Of course," Carolyn breathed, kneeling beside my wife and smiling down at me. "It's been quite awhile since I tasted that big cock-too long, I think"
And little Kim hunkered down at my other hip, saying softly, "I've done it before, and I know how."
"Sure you do," Betty said. "We'll just go one after the other, as if we're playing a game. And Rich-you close your eyes and keep them like that; no fair peeking. See if you can guess who finally makes you come."
Damn, I thought; I didn't care which one of them made me come, because it was going to be a fantastic experience, having three different women sucking on my tender prick, laving it with their tongues, chewing gently upon the shaft and teasing the glans until it could take no more stimulation and blew off into somebody's gulping throat.
But just for the hell of it, I'd play the game and try to guess. I closed my eyes and waited, feeling hands all over my lower body as they started in, knowing the kiss of searching fingers and the teasing, the adoring probe of them beneath my sac and into the twitching crack of my ass. A fingertip prodded against my hole, and I thought: that's Betty-but then I realized that Carolyn had once done the same thing to me, and that maybe little Kim was experimenting.
Someone was rubbing my lower belly, and somebody else was squeezing the root of my prick, while another set of hands was between my veed thighs, caressing them delicately. They were sure as hell taking their time and making a production of it, I thought, as I reveled sensuously in the fondling.
I felt hot breath upon my stretched cockhead and shivered; then there was the feather-light drifting of lips along the shaft, and I drew a deep breath as somebody's mouth pulled one of my balls into its hot cavity. Their faces must be pressed close together, I thought in a warm and happy daze, and I felt the silken caress of their hair upon my skin, the touch of a nipple here, the pressing of a warm globe there.
The center of adoration, I was lifted beyond my mere physical self, so that I seemed to be floating above the scene and looking benignly down upon it-yet my body was intensely involved, every nerve end aroused, every inch of my skin alert and anticipating the next touch. They were worshipping my body, making an altar of my flesh, and I gladly gave myself up to the sacrifice.
A pair of lips pressed upon my glans, then flitted away; teeth nipped at the skin beneath my shaft, and moved on; a tongue caressed my flanged cockhead and made my asshole snap tight. Then another tongue-or was it the same one?-licked over my knob, clinging there hotly, wetly, drawing vibrant electric thrills upward from my packed balls. The mouth closed over my prick, slid hungrily down the shaft, a tongue lapping and curling, and I thought- this one is Carolyn; she has that certain twisting of the tongue.
But the method of sucking seemed different from that I recalled, when Carolyn had eaten my prick, and I shook my head, fighting the inclination to open my eyes and see who was going down on me at the moment. Each of the women had only done it to me once, I remembered, not even certain of that much, because there had been those mad tangles that were only ecstatic blurs.
There-they had changed places, and a new mouth was slipping up and down on the turgid meat of my prick, a different tongue was tingling over my tortured cockhead. Inner cheeks dipped in and lifted out, and my crotch arched upward, my fingers clawed into the carpet, because now so damned many things were happening to me at once-my. balls were being sucked, the base of my shaft was being licked, and that pulling, drawing, suction upon my cockhead, that velvet cupping of an avid throat-
I tried to think of other things, the ranch work, the tractor still squatting zonked out in the field, the cattle that had to be fed and given shots, the weather-but none of it was working; the enchanted sensations were coiling within my aching balls like steel springs* being tightened beyond their capability, and something would have to snap before too many more seconds passed.
There was a short period of cool air upon my pulsating knob, a brief moment of respite before other lips closed around it. Whose mouth was siphoning upon my prick now-which throat was so eagerly reaching for the tip, whose tongue was that wrapping around my cockhead? Probing tongue into my slit; sucking cheeks around my glans-sweet, hot rhythm growing and expanding until I couldn't take it for a moment longer.
The cheeks of my ass drew tightly together, and I hunched upon the fingertip that had somehow slipped greased into my hole. My balls jerked insanely upward, and the entire shaft of my maddened prick swelled as suddenly expelled juices went roaring up its long channel to thunder a blistering hosing of ejaculating semen into the sucking, caressing mouth.
Still, I didn't open my eyes; I couldn't. Whirled and tossed in the delicious throes of an overwhelmingly magnificent orgasm, I came wildly, pumping my innermost liquids furiously into some woman's gulping mouth, splattering the thick cream against the back of her swallowing throat. It was beautiful and joyous, all my senses roaring in rapture, my head spinning as spurt after rich spurt flooded the mouth and drowned the tongue. I ground the stem of my shuddering prick against a ring of sharp teeth, relishing the extra stimulation of the slight pain.
They didn't stop. They kept at me, hands and lips and tongues, and even though I tried to roll weakly away from them, the women continued to work upon me, exchanging mouths around my prick, trying to suck me completely dry, attempting to melt my backbone and draw it out through the spitting head of my cock. Gasping, I pushed against a head and nudged a thigh against a cheek. Relenting, the voracious women let me go, and I panted in relief, knowing something of what it might be like to be devoured alive.
When at last I opened my eyes, I saw them sitting back-the long, slim blonde licking her lips, the rounded brunette touching the tip of her tongue into the corner of her mouth, the gamin face of a redhead with wet lips.
The game we had played had no meaning beyond that of love, and perhaps that was what my wife had intended to show me, for it no longer mattered to me which of them had taken my load of semen and swallowed it. Three women had tenderly demonstrated their love for me, their genuine adoration of my stiff prick, and the final release had been only part of the magnificent overall gratification. I loved them all.
I told them so. "Carolyn, Kim, Betty-I love you."
My wife's smile was filled with warmth and understanding. "We know, darling. Now, if you want to rest awhile, well see to our Charlie."
I wanted to rest, to take it easy, so I climbed wobbly up and went around them to plop down upon the couch, stretching my legs and seeing my cock wither. I was tired, but with a good kind of weariness, a relaxing that was better than standing in a hot shower after a long and dusty day in the fields. And I realized that I'd never lose interest in these lovely, completely, different women who were alike only in their passionate needs, and in a mutual willingness to slake the urges of others.
The kid was ready again, his prick hardened by seeing what had been done for me, and he was kneeling there with that young shaft poking out from his flat belly. His mother gave Kim a little push, moving the girl toward her brother, so Charlie could get himself a sample of a pussy entirely new to him.
They came together calmly, but I could see Kim's near-moundless nipples rising and falling quickly, and when the boy pressed his stiff cock against the satin skin of her belly, she clung to him, holding him close as their mouths met and their tongues introduced themselves. They were a beautiful pair of kids, both so young and smooth, their bodies lithe and burnished, sighing together as Kim slipped beneath her brother and spread her thin thighs to take him between their softness.
Charlie held to his sister's slight mound for only a moment, before grabbing his cock and steering the glistening head down into the lightly furred resilience of that sweet little pussy. Kim met it with a small cry of joy, hiking her dainty ass and thrusting her hungry crotch against her brother's questing cockhead. The boy grunted with surprise at the tightness of her tiny snatch, but he was experienced now, and worked to settle his prick into the slickened vulva, into the eager heat and dampness.
"Tight," he panted, "you're so tight, Kim."
"Push harder," she said, catching the cheeks of his ass and pulling him into her arching body. "Come on, Charlie-push harder. My pussy has taken a bigger prick than yours; it'll stretch."
"Oh wow," the boy said. "You're kind of sucking me inside your cunt-oh wow-"
As his stiff rod slid deeper into that darling, tiny cunt I had broken in for him, I felt happy for the kid, for his going to get himself another superb piece of ass, one that would be even better because it belonged to his younger sister. And in a way, I envied Charlie, because he could fuck the two women who were closest to him, Kim and his mother. But the envy quickly passed, because those same gorgeous cunts were also available to me, just as my wife's juicy pussy was always open to him.
I would be eternally grateful to the boy, not only for having the courage to first get into Betty, but also for then sharing his family with me. I watched his rod disappear into the narrow, slippery sheath of Kim's snatch, and saw them fucking, blending one with the other in what would be only the first joining of that prick within that exquisite little cunt.
And not far from them, I saw my wife and Carolyn Jessup moving together, hands cupping breasts, their furry mounds stroking each other, long, slim legs twining greedily with round, plump legs. They were screwing almost as if one of them was a man, I thought, but somehow with more tenderness and appreciation. First Betty was on top, then Carolyn, and I knew they were thrusting their clits together, grinding their thrillingly haired crotches, and I saw the hypnotic, circling, rhythm of their polished asses.
I wasn't forgotten, for when I looked down at little Kim, she smiled over her brother's shoulder at me, her purple eyes promising me all the rapture she could give, when my turn came with her. And when I glanced back at the fucking women, my wife caught my eye; Betty nodded, and lifted one hand away from Carolyn's surging ass to signal me to join them.
My cock was still soft, but now there was a slow thickening taking place inside it, and my balls stirred as if telling me they'd soon be ready, so I got up and walked over to the women, pausing only to pat Charlie's pumping ass before he came. The women parted to welcome me, and I knew both their lovely bodies, but I also knew both of them would always be new.
