Great ambition can be a mixed blessing. It is the driving force that can bring to those who possess it the fulfillment of lifelong dreams of money, power, and personal satisfaction. But it can also result in a full host of negative consequences, as some of those with great ambition lie, steal, cheat, or hurt their friends and loved ones in their driven pursuit of success.
Marcy Cooper, a beautiful divorcee, is driven by her ambitions to those darker consequences. The mother of a teenage girl, she wants her daughter to succeed as an Olympic swimmer and television star. In her relentless desire for money and success, Marcy resorts to sexual debauchery. Following her mother's depraved example, her daughter finds herself on a similarly perverted path. Soon, both of them are caught in a whirlpool of ambition driven lust.
TURNED ON MOTHER- is a reflection on our restless society, and on those within it who still believe in great success, no matter what the consequences.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Marcy Cooper lay back on the pillows massaging her tits and Walter Van Blancen's head while he nuzzled and kissed her cunt. The black string bikini she had on made both those activities conveniently possible. The crotchband that covered her red haired cunt was only an inch or so wide, and stretchy enough for Walter to hold to one side while he ran his stiffened tongue up and down Marcy's nicely wet slit and smacked warm little kisses all over the sex puffed lips of her cunt. The top of her Brazilian made bathing suit was equally brief and stretchy, allowing room for her hand in addition to her big, stiff nippled tits. Purring with contentment, she kept shifting her very trim legs on her bed, and each time she moved them, faithful Walter was right there with his tongue and his lips to take full advantage of what was exposed to him. Just outside her bedroom window, Marcy's daughter Cathy was hard at work with Marcy's nephew, Johnny, and all was right with the world or soon would be.
Marcy lifted one well tanned leg up high in the air, and Walter's tongue slashed down past her fuck hole and on to that wonderfully sensitive stretch of her woman flesh between her cunt and her asshole. He loved to kiss and lick her there. He loved to kiss and lick her anywhere. He often described himself as a forty five year old crotch cannibal, and he therefore made a good part time companion for Marcy, for she had a thirty four year old crotch that loved to be sucked on and kissed. Still dressed in his business suit and tie, he was doing a pretty good job of feasting on Marcy's cunt now, at least for a start. Outside, the kids were splashing and laughing, and although Marcy didn't like the sound of that laughter, she ignored it for now and proceeded to roll over in bed.
Face flushed and hair tousled, Walter drew back on his knees to watch every move Marcy made. His hard cock tented out the front of his pants, and his breathing was coming fast through his cunt wetted lips, for Marcy was something to look at under any circumstances, and especially these. Her flame colored hair was of shoulder length, and her features were piquantly pretty. Her coppery skin gleamed with lotion, and was firm and wrinkle free. Her lovely big tits lolled heavily in their tiny knitted triangles of black cloth. Walter reached down and rubbed at his burning hot cock as the best part of Marcy Cooper came into view.
She had an ass that just wouldn't quit, and she knew it and proudly flaunted it. All that covered it now was the single black string that went round her smoothly jutting hips, and the second black string that disappeared down through the crack between her ass cheeks. Those ass cheeks were perfect in every respect, resiliently firm, and yet pliably soft enough to jiggle and quiver delightfully as she repositioned herself on the bed with artfully practiced moves.
"My God, you've a beautiful ass!" Walter murmured, as Marcy leisurely drew her knees up under her and squirmed her fine, plump buttocks from side to side.
"And you'd better have plenty of beautiful kisses for it, baby doll, " Marcy replied, for she'd quickly learned about Walter's main weakness. She kept squirming and shifting her hips, and reaching back to run her hands up the backs of her thighs and the very warm globes of her buttocks. She smiled against her pillow when she felt Walter's warm breath join her hands in caressing her nicely presented ass.
"Marcy, can I kiss your ass now? Pretty please?"
"Don't be so impatient, " Marcy replied, and went on with her teasing, though she was the one with impatience seething all up and down through her crotch.
"Pretty please!" he repeated. "The taste of your cunt, just the smell of it has me half out of my mind! The kids can't see. They're busy. Marcy, please let me kiss your beautiful, gorgeous ass!"
She clucked and sighed in mock exasperation with him, hooked her fingers in the string between her buttocks, and drew it aside. "Okay, come and kiss Marcy's nasty old ass, but do it right. Nice and deep, " she said, and thrilled to the very warm chills that ran up and down her spine as Walter's hands reverently closed on her hips and he started nuzzling and licking his way through the groove of her ass.
"Most beautiful ass in the world, " Walter muttered, hotly panting his way up and down through that groove, kissing and fondling the quivering globes of her buttocks, tasting her salty sweet femininity.
From outside Marcy could hear only giggling, and she didn't like that a bit, but she liked the way Walter paid homage to her ass. He worshipped her body in every way, but she took her keenest pleasure in the way this important, successful man so eagerly got down on his knees and kissed her ass.
"Do it good, " Marcy murmured, and Walter gladly complied, crouching lower and sending his panting, hot breath and the tip of his tongue in search of another good taste of the musky juices welling up in her cunt. He inhaled very deeply, breathing in the warm, humid fragrance of the fetid, exotic swamp that was nestled in the soft red hair between Marcy's legs. Then he tickled and delved with the tip of his tongue to her asshole, and licked it and lapped it while she squirmed very hotly on her bed and said, "Do it good, baby. Do me real good today."
Walter drew back for just a moment and gazed through glazed eyes at Marcy's asshole, a tight, puckered ring of deep tan that was throbbing with life. Extending his tongue, he touched that tan ring with it, then wriggled and burrowed it on inside and felt her hot vibrations tingling through his clasping, caressing hands.
"Oh, yeah! That's what I like! Tongue fuck my asshole, you dirty old man! Do it good, baby doll. Do it deep." Not all of Marcy's hot urging and writhing were genuine. Though she adored the sensations that went along with the humbling of Walter, what she really preferred was a good hard cock plunging up in her cunt. Because of Marcy's keen interest in her daughter's career, that kind of sex had been deprived her for quite some time. But she was smiling most contentedly as she made the most of Walter's very adequate kind of sex.
"If you're going to tongue fuck me there, then do it!" she ordered. "In and out. In and out. Yessss, that's the way!"
She squirmed and mashed her tits against the bedspread, and she squirmed her ass in Walter's hands as the long, tapered wedge of his tongue slipped in and out through the ring of her asshole. If she so commanded it, he'd tongue fuck her asshole all day, forgetting about his business and hers while he did it. Someday Marcy would have him do that very thing, someday soon when the money from her Cathy's career started rolling in. But not today.
"Your tongue isn't big enough!" Marcy moaned, truly itching for something with much more substance back there, namely Walter's cock. "Butt fuck me, Walter! Take out your cock and shove that big beauty right up my ass!"
Walter's cock wasn't all that big, but it was just the right size for Marcy's well prepared asshole. And he kept her sweet asshole well prepared with a finger that screwed and wormed in and out through the soft, tight ring while he fumbled about with the fly of his trousers. Now his cock sprung out, hot and hard and straining, and Walter quickly bent and lapped and licked his flattened tongue over Marcy's warmly throbbing asshole once more, just to be sure he'd be as well prepared as she was.
"God damn it, come fuck me, you ass kissing fool!" Marcy said, hotly wriggling her ass in his face.
"Yes, yes! I'm sorry, sweet Marcy, but sometimes I just can't stop kissing your beautiful ass."
Once again Walter Van Blancen was half out of his head with wanting this beautiful, wickedly sexy woman's fiendishly gorgeous ass. He came forward on his knees, stiff cock in hand, homing in on his kiss slickened target. He felt it clear up in his shoulders when the rubbery knob of his cock kissed Marcy's squirming asshole. "Butt fuck me! Shove it in! Ream out my asshole!" she kept saying, while he was too breathless and panting to utter a word.
But he groaned as he shoved his cock in through that hole, for that first insertion was exquisite, and now he held onto her sweeping wide hips very firmly as he sawed his cock in and out of her butt.
"Oh, shit! Oh, screw me good, you dirty bastard! Don't hold back a goddamned thing, you corn holing sonofabitch!" Marcy chanted, knowing each word drove him on into more of a frenzy, a frenzy whose benefits would be hers as well as his.
The friction of butt fucking was good, nice and tight, as cunt fucking had been years ago when she was a virgin. Marcy's asshole was now attuned to that kind of fucking, and could feel every ridge and ropy vein of the cock that had gone up her asshole so often of late. It was almost as good as getting fucked in the cunt, just as getting tongue fucked back there was almost as good as having her clitoris sucked on. So Marcy's moans and groans were quite real as the hot, sliding friction increased in her asshole, as Walter's good hands pulled and pushed at her gyrating hips.
Walter's voice was plaintive now as he spoke, saying, "Marcy, I've got to rest for a minute. Marcy, I've gotta stop and rest or my nuts will explode!"
"Keep fucking me, you sonofabitch! Keep that big cock of yours jamming and shoving in and out my asshole, you bastard, and don't hold a fucking thing back!"
"Marcy, I'm gonna cream a quart! I am! I'm going to shoot a gallon of jism right up inside your beautiful, gorgeous, marvelous, sexy ass!"
Marcy wanted to tell him to quiet down, lest the kids outside in the pool hear him. She also wanted to feel that hot jism gushing up through his cock and into her guts. So she twisted and turned her hot hips in every direction, and she snarled at him, saying, "Cum, you dirty butt fucker! I want to have all your hot cum in my ass!"
"Rrrgggh! Oh, my God! Ohhhgh! All of it! Marrrcy, I love you! Gaaaagh! God, how I love your beautiful, beautiful ass!"
Walter was gasping and groaning and thrusting and cumming quite heavily. Marcy was stifling her orgasmic moans in her pillow and milking the cum out of him with quick, tilting snaps of her hips. She could most clearly feel the hard, throbbing pulsing of his pistoning cock each time that part of him shot out another hot spurt of his jism. She could feel that hot jism spread out through her guts to her tits and her cunt and her brain. She wallowed in bed, wallowed in sensory feeling, milking and milking the cock in her ass even after its spurting had dwindled to oozing and its owner was sighing and relaxing his hold on her hips. Her peak had passed, too, and as usual, it wasn't quite enough. But it would do for now, and she'd make up for lost time with a truckload of horny young beachboys once Walter Van Blancen had helped her launch Cathy's career. Marcy tried to keep career and money thoughts out of her head while she rang the last drop of Walter's jism from his outward slipping cock, but by the time she rolled over in bed and grinned up at him, those thoughts were with her again.
Walter remained on his knees, gazing adoringly at her, his wet cock drooping down out of his opened fly. Marcy hugged herself luxuriously and said, "You make me feel so good." He did make her feel good in a sexual way, but not nearly so good as her departed husband had made her feel. Kermit had been a tall, well muscled athlete who pushed his big cock in Marcy's hot cunt at least three times each day, spoiling her rotten for any other man.
Walter tore his gaze from Marcy's bewitchingly lovely face and looked down at her crotch. Her cunt lips were still so puffed up with their passion that they held the crotch band of her bikini bottoms aside, showing plump pink pillows of her twat, so beautifully fringed with her fiery red hair. He licked his lips and said, "Is there anything else at all I can do for you, Marcy?"
She wanted to get outside and investigate the ominous quiet there, but she also wanted to keep Walter's interest in her alive and well. So she extended a dainty hand and said, "Yes, you can help me into the bathroom."
His face lit up in a grin. He helped her up from her bed and followed along behind her gloriously squirming buttocks, and there in the bathroom, before her toilet, he faced her and said, "Marcy, marry me now. I'm begging you!"
She shook a finger before his face. "Not till we make our first hundred thousand from Cathy's career in T.V."
"But she might not even make the Olympic team in either diving or swimming. You know, she's getting up in years."
"Sixteen isn't too old for a swimmer, " said Marcy, though her only daughter was really two years older than that. "She'll make the team, maybe win a few medals, and then when your ad agency gets her some good TV commercial work, we'll get married and you can butt fuck me every day and night."
"Marcy, marry me now! Please!"
She stuck up her nose and pointed a finger downward, and said, "I'll marry you when I'm good and ready if at all. Right now, get down there and clean up the mess you made."
Walter fell to his knees in an instant, tore tissue from the roll and started wiping at Marcy's crotch. She enjoyed this part of it, too, not just his submissive attentions, but her artful teasing as well.
She opened her legs while he delicately blotted her moisture from her cuntlips. She turned about and bent over and leaned her hands on the commode, and smiled at the way he blotted tissue all up and down the crack of her ass, and then hotly kissed her there.
"Don't start something now, " she said with mock impatience, and turned around again. She held the little triangle of black aside from her throbbing, pulsing, itching cunt and said, "You're terrible. Now that you've got me all satisfied and happy down there, you want to kiss me all over my ass and butt fuck me again. Is that fair? Now just be a sweet dear and blot Marcy's pretty little pussy again, and then kiss me goodbye and go."
The juice was still oozing fast from her cunt.
There was no way he could keep up with it with just one roll of tissue. She thought she'd scream with her frustration as he dabbed about with the tissue and then covered her cuntlips with kisses, but through it all she kept smiling sweetly, as if she'd just gotten one of those super fucks she'd had with Kermit, her prematurely departed Marcy was still hotter than hell, but her actions in the aftermath of her sex with Walter still didn't have him in the condition he would have to be in before she had him leave.
"Be a dear and reach me my douchebag, Walter, " Marcy said.
Walter stopped dabbing at Marcy's cunt and took a deep breath. He tucked her steadily throbbing cunt back inside her tiny bikini bottom, sealed it with a kiss, and rose to his feet with his cock slowly stiffening. He was almost panting as he got the pink rubber bag from its shelf.
"Can I... do it for you today?"
"We'll see, but I don't think I have the time. Fill it up. Nice and warm, and with plenty of salts. I feel like having a douche and an enema both today for some reason."
Walter looked at her imploringly, and his hand strayed down to his cock as he took a step to the basin to prepare the rubber bag for Marcy's internal ablutions. She stayed there before the toilet, smiling and languidly stretching and yawning, and idly scratching her full, thrusting tits. They needed far more attention than merely her hands, as did her cunt, but this was all part of the game she played with Walter. Her game was working, at least in part, for his cock was almost fully erect when he hung the bulging bag on its hook just behind the toilet and held the long white plastic syringe up between him and Marcy.
"Let me do it for you, Marcy? I won't take long at it this time. I promise."
Marcy pursed her richly red lips and brushed her restless body up against him. She nipped along his jawline with her teeth and she took his cock in her fingers to rub its fully swollen knob against her warm, well oiled belly. She made a sound like an alley cat in heat quite easy for her to accom-plish and watched his grin fade away as she took the syringe from his hand.
"Darling, if you give me my enema I won't get another thing done today. It's one thing when I fill myself up to the bursting point with warm, slippery water, and quite another thing when you lay me down across your lap and play all around with my fanny before you slip the syringe up inside me. Ooo. If I go on like this, I'll change my mind and let you do it after all."
"Marcy, please!"
She shook her head. "You know very well what would happen. You'd get me all full and then you'd beg and plead so that I'd have to give you an enema, too. I'd have to wait, all cramped up, while you took off all your clothes and laid down across my lap and ..."
"Marcy! Would it help if I got down on my knees?"
"You've been there before. Now it's time for you to go and for me to quickly douche and take my enema and go to work. Go! Move! Skedaddle!"
Marcy finally got Walter out her front door. He left with a hard-on, as planned, for she was an earnest believer that the best insurance for getting a man to come back was to see that he left with a hard-on. And she needed Walter, at least for now. And it wasn't right for him to leave satisfied when she was so raging hot.
In her bedroom she had several dildos, each of which was only a poor substitute for Kettnit's cock. Her very wet cuntlips were squirming together as much as her buttocks were as she hurried toward the dresser drawer where she kept the precious thing. She changed the course on the way to look out through the kitchen window to make sure that Cathy and Johnny were still hard at work in the swimming pool. Her sixteen year old nephew was supposed to be pacing Cathy as she swam laps in the pool. But now, to Marcy's great consternation, she saw that the cousins were out of the pool and on its apron, and that little Johnny was between the long legs of her virgin daughter and fucking her most energetically.
CHAPTER TWO
Marcy's trainer's whistle was on the kitchen sink. She snatched it up as she rushed out of the house, too angry to utter a sound. She was greatly relieved but her anger was unabated when she saw the kids still had their swim suits on. Johnny was humping hard and fast between Cathy's legs and Cathy was giggling and squealing when Marcy arrived and laid into them with the long leather thong on the whistle.
She made the thong whistle and sing as she slashed at them indiscriminately. She cut stripes into both pairs of legs and across Johnny's back, making him yip and yell and bringing much louder squeals from Cathy. Marcy felt relieved when Johnny jumped to his feet, for the bulge of his little cock was still inside his trunks. One of her tits flopped out of her top as she slashed at his dodging thighs, and she quickly righted herself and turned her fury on Cathy.
Marcy grabbed a handful of Cathy's close cropped brown hair and yanked her upward, beating her all the way. Her tall, slender daughter was weeping and squealing all the way, and then she was doing a mad dance as her mother laid thin red stripes across her thighs and back and shielding hands. Cathy was wide eyed with hysterical terror by then. Marcy got another good handful of her hair and spat angry words up at her daughter's tear streaked face.
"You're supposed to be training, not fucking! This is the thanks I get for trying to make you rich and famous?!?" Marcy held her and slashed her and cut her wherever she could with the leather thong, on bare skin and on her sleek tank suit, too. Then she shoved her away, saying, "Get your no good ass on your bike and get over to Helga's! And tell her to give you an extra good workout today! And if I ever catch you and your cousin fucking again. I'll use a bullwhip on both of you!"
"Mother, we were only wrestling!" Cathy said through her sobs.
In answer Marcy cut her shoulders and chest with the thong, then striped Cathy's back with it as she turned, squealing shrilly, and ran away. Again Marcy had to tuck one tit in her top as she watched the flight of her daughter, five foot eight inches of woman child who was clearly developing with tragic rapidity. Cathy's hips weren't quite straight up and down any more, and her long legs were very definitely contoured like those of a woman. Her waist was narrowing inside the swim suits she wore for her Olympics practice, and those suits no longer flattened her growing tits as they should have. It might be too late for Cathy's swiftly maturing body to gain a place on teams that were dominated by mid-teenagers. Marcy would soon have to closely examine the girl in the nude, and take whatever drastic steps were necessary to halt her further maturing until after the trials were over. She knew one thing for sure. Dry fucking with her cousin wouldn't help Cathy's body stay young and straight and girlish. Marcy turned to her nephew Johnny with an icy rage in her heart.
He was trying not to grin as he said, "Honest, we were only wrestling around."
Marcy cut his legs and back with the thong, and he giggled and dodged and defended himself. She knew very well he took far worse beating than this from his father, Marcy's brother, who ran a large sheep ranch outside of town. Her leather thong was nothing at all compared to her brother Barlow's big, rough hand, but Marcy was determined to punish her nephew severely, and to find out the extent of his dalliance with her daughter. She reached out and grabbed him hard by the ear. He was howling, but still he was giggling as she dragged him into her house.
She stopped in the kitchen to slash at his legs again, shouting, "Ingrate! I'll teach you to try to fuck Cathy!"
Still giggling, he said, "We were just wrestling!"
"We'll see about that!" said Marcy, and marched him on into her bathroom. There she pointed down at his trunks and said, "Take those off. Now!"
Johnny's grin faded away. "Right in front of you?"
In answer she threw down her thonged whistle and yanked and jerked Johnny's swimming trunks down off his body. Their pouch was filled with his pearly white jism, but Johnny just shrugged when she held the soiled garment up for him to see.
Marcy flung Johnny's trunks in the corner and snapped, "I ought to send you right straight back to Barlow's ranch where you'd work in the sheep shit instead of in my swimming pool! I take you away from there, I give you your room for doing nothing but helping me train Cathy, and this is the thanks I get! I'm so mad I could strangle you! I'm going to whip you within an inch of your life and then I still might send you home to that filthy ranch! Lay down across my lap!"
Marcy sat down on the toilet and picked up her leather thonged whistle. Naked, with his wet white cock dangling down, her nephew leered at her for a moment before leisurely settling himself across Marcy's lap. Once again the leather thong whistled and sang, and now it was naked buttocks being striped with bright red welts. Johnny laid there and took it without a whimper, further infuriating Marcy. She cast about her in desperation to find some way to punish him and, seeing the bulging pink rubber bag overhead, grabbed its syringe, widely parted his buttocks, and shoved the thing up his ass.
He arched and squirmed and said, "Hey! What're you doing?"
Marcy grimly smiled and pressed open the chromium clamp.
"Ohhhh! Nooo! Whatever it is, cut it out!" Johnny moaned, flailing weakly about on her lap.
Marcy's shoulder strap had broken during the violence of her beating. She ignored that and continued to hold him down and fill him up with the soapy solution. She could feel his belly distending, and she grinned at his growing discomfort. His struggles grew feebler, his moans more plaintive, and Marcy reached back behind her and pushed on the deflating bag to further add to his misery. He was softly sobbing when the bag was empty. He groaned very sharply when Marcy whipped out the syringe and pinched his buttocks closed.
"Now get up off my lap and hold it in!"
He did so with greatest difficulty, showing not a bit of the pep and energy with which he normally moved. Marcy sat calmly watching his acute distress until he slowly straightened up, facing her as she sat on the toilet, and only then did she see he had gotten a hard-on.
The grin froze on Marcy's face, for the size of his cock was terrific. Johnny's sixteen year old erection was bigger than those of most grown men, and just the sight of it was more than enough to remind her of how horny and hot she'd been just minutes before. Johnny's thick white cock stuck out from his thinly haired loins in a beautiful way. It tightened the skin of his scrotum so that his manly balls were clearly outlined, and it loosened the flesh of Marcy's cunt and stirred its juices flowing again. The sight of his beautiful cock also loosened Marcy's hold on her anger, and her voice came out warm and soft as she spoke to him.
"That was a terrible thing you did to poor Cathy, Johnny. It could ruin all my plans if she starts taking up with boys now."
Each word was a gasp as he held his ass cheeks pinched together, and said, "I'm sorry! Never again! Uhhhohh, lemme get this stuff outta me!"
Marcy beckoned him forward, and he came at her waddling, with his belly bulged out and with his wonderfully big cock looming large before Marcy's avidly interested eyes. She squirmed her buttocks on the toilet seat and felt close to happily swooning as she very gently took his hard, hot cock in her hand and said, "Have you fucked a lot of girls already, Johnny?"
"None!" he gasped. "Aunt Marcy, I'm gonna bust!"
She pushed his tight foreskin back, exposing the perfectly shaped, roseate knob of his cock, and now her mouth was watering almost as much as her cunt as she said, "You're a virgin? You don't know anything about women?"
"Never ... screwed a woman in my life!" he blurted.
Marcy gently and lovingly massaged his cock. She couldn't stop her hand from doing it. She reached down and fondled his very warm balls, shook her head to regain her senses, and softly said, "I bet you think about women and jack off all the time."
"All the time! I can't help it!"
"And I can't really blame you for dry fucking Cathy, " said Marcy, squeezing his hard, sturdy cock and thrilling anew at the new way in which he squirmed and gasped. "I'd like to keep you on to help Cathy train for the Olympics, Johnny, but I can't do it if you're going to be running around with a hard-on like this all the time."
"Please don't fire me, Aunt Marcy! And please, please let me get this stuff out of me!"
His jism was drying on his cock, but it was still fresh and sweet in Marcy's flaring nostrils as she fondled his naked cock very warmly, saying, "You'll need some help if you're going to stay here with me and Cathy. You need help from an older woman, one who knows about boys your age. If I were to let you stay, you'd have to come to me for that help whenever you need it, and you'd have to promise to take any help I offer you, without question."
"I promise! Yes! Anything you say! Oh, Aunt Marcyyyy!" he wailed, cramped belly bulging out and causing great pain, Marcy's hand warmly fondling his cock and balls and producing sensations beyond description.
"The first order you'll get from me in the new scheme of thing is to sit down here and let that water out, " she said, rising on wonderfully weakened knees and making a place for him.
He sat down and let it rush out. She stood before him, anxiously watching for any signs of his cock deflating. Johnny's cock remained stiff as could be. It poked up at her from out of his naked lap, and as the last of his water was expelled, Johnny's gaze roved up over her body, and he was grinning at everything he saw.
Marcy leaned past him to flush the toilet, and his grinning gaze was right there on her naked tit as it moved past his face. His warm breath on her tit made its nipple rise stiff as his cock, and lovely orgasmic feeling flowed through Marcy now. When she leaned back, his gaze was still on her tit, and now his hand was moving on his cock.
"You're never to touch that as long as you're working for me, " Marcy said, and sat down on his knee before her legs collapsed under her. Taking his hand from his cock, she guided it up to her naked tit, and raunchy good feeling were flowing everywhere in her now. "From now on, when your hands get restless you'll have your Aunt Marcy's tits to play with. Do you like to play with my tits, Johnny?"
She kissed him before he could answer, though his hotly squeezing hand was speaking very well. Marcy's entire body was crying out to devour him, right there on the spot, and these feeling poured forth from her mouth as she kissed the boy voraciously, sucking on his tongue, stabbing him deeply with hers, mouthing all over his lips and hugging him hard about the neck. Marcy was cumming. The pleasures she'd just known with Walter were little tickles compared to what she now felt. Each squeeze of his hands on her tits, each stab of her tongue in his mouth made the orgasm soar, and then it blasted right off into space when she lifted one leg over his and straddled his thigh.
Up from her guts came a groan, and she tightened her hold on his neck and his thigh. She was panting hard through her nostrils and kissing him wildly, while down below, her softly muscular thighs were locked tight around his hard little leg and her gushing cunt was grinding and shuddering hard against it. She held onto the wonderful feeling for as long as she could without breaking his neck, then did her best to compose herself as she ended the kiss and leaned back.
Johnny was panting and open mouthed, stunned by the kiss, but not so stunned that he let go of Marcy's big, soft tits, one of which was completely naked, its nipple burning hot against his palm. His cock felt twice as big and hard as it normally did when he had a hard-on, and so terrifically sensitive that he jumped when his aunt closed her warm hand around it again.
"That's how to kiss a girl, " Marcy said with a bright, warm smile, squirming and squashing and rubbing her cunt on his leg. Her cunt, her entire crotch was on fire, and she clung to this boy whom she knew could put out that fire and start a new one whenever she wanted. "Do you think you can kiss me like that now? Right here, Johnny? Right on the end of my lovely big tit?"
Johnny was a boy who didn't need to be asked twice about something like that. Having gazed at his aunt's tits with hopeless yearning for as long as he could remember, now he quickly bobbed down his head and sucked in the nipple of the naked one as she thrust it up at him. He sucked on it heavily, squeezing its very warm softness in both of his hands, licking its nipple, all but slobbering over the wildly sexy thing in his mouth. And his wildly sexy aunt kept warmly fondling his naked cock and the back of his neck, giving him all the bare tit any boy could want, and promising more, much more.
"Mmmmmmm, you seem to learn thing quickly, " Marcy said, still squirming her very hot crotch on his leg, all aglow with the new orgasm rising in her. "But you've got a lot to learn. Suck on that tit, Johnny. Oooo, feels so good, and tastes so nice and sexy. You know, you've a very nice mouth. I'm going to teach you how to get all your girlfriends hot, Johnny. I'm going to teach you every place they like to feel a man's mouth on their beautiful bodies. Oh! It feels better all the time! But a woman's got two tits, Johnny, and my other tit's just dying to meet your mouth. Take down my top and kiss it, Johnny. You've got to learn how to undress a girl, t... Oh, my God!" Marcy exclaimed, as his hands exposed and his hungry young mouth quickly sucked on her other tit, and her carefully paced orgasm got out of control.
"Suck it, baby, suck it! OH, SHIT! OH, YOU ANGEL, I'M GOING TO MAKE A MAN OUT OF YOU! OHH HH, BABY, BABY, BABY!" she exclaimed, when she could no longer handle the high rising feeling and had to taste his hot mouth again with hers.
Both aunt and nephew were panting and gasping and clutching and groping when the fierce kiss ended.
"Help me off with this damned bathing suit and then fuck me!" Marcy commanded. "I've gotta be naked, naked, naked this first time with you!"
Together they ripped off her bikini top and grabbed for the bottom. The fifty dollar bikini was quickly reduced to a pile of string on the floor. Johnny barely had time to look at the red haired cunt of his beautiful aunt before her lust weakened legs gave way and she dragged him down onto the floor.
"Stick it in me! Shove it in me! Give me your big, hard cock! OW! YES! MORE!" Marcy cried, all pretense of teacher and student relationship departed as the wonderful boy shoved his wonderful cock in her cunt.
"OH! DON'T STOP! NO, DON'T EVER STOP!" Marcy shouted, though he showed no intentions of that, humping and pumping with dazzling speed. He knew no refinements in fucking and had no time to learn them just then. It was straight, hard fucking, exactly what Marcy needed.
"FUCK ME! SCREW ME! RIP ME, I DON'T CARE! GRAB ME AND MAUL ME AND RIP OFF MY TITS, BUT DON'T STOP FUCKING ME!"
Johnny did as he was told. There was no way in the world he could stop fucking her. His cock had found a world of its own, and that world existed between the widely parted, kicking, flailing legs of his beautiful aunt. He fucked her insanely, using muscles he'd never known of before, and with each pistoning stroke of his cock through the soft, slick, hot cunt of his aunt, his cock itched and burned more madly.
Heeding her words, Johnny grabbed a double handful of tit, and though her fresh screams were quite shocking, he clung to her tits while he fucked her, panting and pumping harder than ever. He cried out when her nails raked his back, but all it did was make him fuck her harder. Her heels pummeling his fast flying buttocks spurred him on even faster, and made him reach down and grab hold of his aunt's naked ass.
"OH H H H H, MY GOD!!!" Marcy screamed, throwing her convulsively clasping cunt up to meet each lightning fast thrust of his cock, seeing stars and hearing bells. Her cunt was on fire and nothing would ever put it out and she didn't care.
Johnny was cumming like crazy and still he was fucking his aunt! His fiery hot cock was steadily gushing jism up from his balls, and yet he couldn't slow down a bit with his frenzied fucking. Slamming, driving, thrusting, screwing, his hard little loins jammed again and again into the soft, open crotch of his aunt, and then with a shock, he realized he hadn't yet cum at all, but that he was about to cum now.
"Oh! OH! OH!" Johnny said, quite frightened with what was about to happen to him, but still quite unable to stop.
His aunt snarled in his ear, "Baby, give it to me!"
"Yes! Oh, yes, yes, YESSSSSSS!" Johnny heard himself shout, as buckets of jism shot out of his cock, each bucketful ripping out in a long, forceful stream.
It became so intense that he tried to escape it. It went from simple ecstasy to pain, and then traveled far beyond that. He could no longer thrust with his cock and could only shudder and moan and cling and shove his hips forward, until Marcy's heels in his ass and her words in his ear made his hips surge again.
"FUCK ME! FUCK ME OR I'LL FIRE YOU! FUCK ME OR YOU'LL NEVER EVEN SMELL MY CUNT AGAIN!"
"UH, UH, UH, OH, AUNT MARCY, IT'S SO GOOD! I LOVE TO FUCK YOU FOREVER AND I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU SAY! URRRRRRGH!"
"MORE! JUST A LITTLE MOR R R RE!" Marcy shouted triumphantly, well past the point of complete release, and striving for something beyond.
"That's all I've GOT!" Johnny said, with a savage thrust that surely drove the head of his cock through her lungs, and he heard his aunt shriek as he fully collapsed.
They lay there panting, sighing. Johnny wasn't quite sure what had happened to him, but he knew it was something astoundingly great. His first fuck had been so cataclysmic that logic said it might be his last, and he felt that it was great and wonderful might have been worth it. He felt his aunt's naked body stir under him. At least she was all right, even if he wasn't. He felt her warmly clasping cunt give his cock a convulsive squeeze, and though that little squeeze lasted less than a second before it tapered off into warm little fluttering, he knew very well he would live to fuck again.
Marcy had gone quite out of her mind with it, had completely lost control of herself at her nephew's initiation, and didn't mind that a bit just then. The size of his fine young cock was exceeded only by his energies, and with the experience she had behind her, she'd get the full benefit of his cock and his energies both. But she had to keep control of him in the future. With great reluctance, she restlessly squirmed under his lovely young naked body and told him to get up and let her breathe. She had another fine little orgasm just from the feeling of his cock slipping out of her cunt.
Johnny sat on the bathroom floor beside his aunt, gazing down at what had to be the wildest, sexiest, most beautiful woman in all the world. Even flat on her back, panting and gleaming with a light film of lotion and perspiration, she looked twice as good as her beauty queen daughter. Quite amazingly, his cock was stirring to life once again, helped along quite a bit by his Aunt Marcy's hand.
Marcy groped dazedly about on the floor, found Johnny's balls, and tickled them. She reached up and felt the base of his cock, and though its gradual thickening stirred her to seek for some unused energies in her extremely well fucked body, she said, "That's enough for today, Johnny. Get up and clean the filter on the pool."
It was a chore Johnny usually argued about performing. This time he yes ma'amed her and slowly got to his feet, gazing down at her supine body, tanned and perfectly shaped for her age, with tits that were only slightly flattened by their own weight, and whose nipples still stuck proudly up, and with a perfectly gorgeous cunt whose red hair was all matted down with their fucking. Marcy knew what Johnny saw and she cherished the gaze that swept over her. With Johnny and his cock around, her frustrations would vanish and she could more fully concentrate on Cathy's career and her own future fortune. Johnny was still looking back at her as he left the room. Marcy knew she should get up and telephone Helga to make sure Cathy got there all right, but just then she was too very pleasantly tired to do anything more than smile.
CHAPTER THREE
When Cathy got to within two blocks of Helga's house, she started crying. She certainly had every reason to weep. Her mother had accused her of doing something bad, when she and her cousin Johnny had only been wrestling. She'd been beaten so badly that she could still feel every mark the leather thong had made, and each one of those marks now felt like a burning arrow pointing straight at her little cunt. To top it all off, her little cunt was itching like crazy as it rhythmically rubbed against the hot seat of her bicycle, and she couldn't let go of the handlebars to scratch it. Her titties hurt, too, from the beating they'd taken. But Cathy's real distress was down between her pumping legs, all through her crotch and all over her behind, all up and down the insides of her thighs and inside and out of the lips of her little cunt. It had been the cruelest thing her mother had ever done to her.
Helga saw her coming. The tall, trim diving instructress was watching for her star pupil from out of her front room window. Helga was dressed in a long white terrycloth robe and was nervously twisting her long blonde hair in her fingers when Cathy pedaled into view. Helga immediately stood up and clutched at her very flat belly, as if she could quiet the butterflies taking off there. Cathy swiftly pedaled her ten speed to a point where Helga could see she was crying, whereupon Helga's knees got all shaky and her hand moved up to clutch at her tit before she hurried toward the back door to meet Cathy.
Cathy let her battered bicycle fall on Helga's driveway and rushed sobbing toward Helga's open arms. They met and embraced on Helga's back stairs, just in front of the pool and its diving boards, and there the older woman tried to comfort the weeping girl.
"Poor baby." Helga hugged her and petted her, deeply inhaled the sweet scent of girlish tears and perspiration and perfume. "What is it she's done to you now?" Helga could deliver her sympathies almost directly in Cathy's sweet ear, since both were almost exactly the same height, and just about the same weight, though Cathy's hips and buttocks were the heavier and Helga had bigger tits. "We'll practice later. Come inside now and tell your teacher all about it."
"Just look what she did to me!" Cathy said through her sobs, and there on the back steps she turned about and spread her legs and lifted the back of her hip length wind breaker.
Helga immediately went down on one knee, as almost anyone would when invited to closely inspect the shapely long legs of a girl who'd won several beauty contests. There on her slim, nubile thighs the faintest, lines of pink were to be seen through her light golden tan, and Helga ran trembling hands over those faint lines and up through Cathy's bathing suited crotch as she spoke: "Poor angel! She beat you savagely! You are still all hot and inflamed! Come inside, right away, and I'll do all I can to make it all better."
"It wasn't my fault!" Cathy sobbed, twisting and turning and spreading her legs wider and lifting her windbreaker higher for more of the touch of those soothing, sympathetic hands on her body.
Helga felt very pleasantly dizzy and unpleasantly frightened as she rose to her feet. She glanced about at the tall fence that ran around her back yard as she bustled Cathy toward the door that led into what once had been the back bedroom. No nasty neighbors or little boys were peeping, but still Helga felt very nervous and frightened until she led Cathy on into her training room and locked the door behind her.
It was a nice little training room, complete with massage table and the same kind of exercise equipment that Helga had been around since she was ten years old. Now she was twenty nine, well past the age of competition, and though she had never lived up to her promise as a diver, she still greatly enjoyed the training of aspiring athletes like Cathy.
She had never had a student quite like Cathy. On the surface, Cathy was simply the most beautiful girl Helga had ever seen in her life. Underneath that, however, Cathy was entirely sweet and innocent, and totally without guile or artifice. She reminded Helga so much of herself when she'd been a few years younger than Cathy's eighteen that she ached to hold her and hug her and touch her even when Cathy wasn't there.
"Now, now, " Helga said, hovering close, "don't try to tell me just yet. First we'll take off your little jacket and put it here, like this. Then I'll help you off with your bathing suit, Cathy dear, and then we'll see to those terrible welts."
"They hurt so bad, " Cathy whimpered, peeling down a shoulder strap and rubbing at the long thin line of pink that ran down to the upper swells of her left tit.
Helga drew Cathy's hand away, saying, "You mustn't rub them and make them all raw. Just hold still, that's a good girl, while I help you off with your wet swimsuit."
It was like peeling down the petals of a rose to find a living, breathing jewel inside. Helga's very pleasant dizziness was there in full force, but her fears were all gone as she lovingly stripped the girl naked, getting down on her knees as she worked the wet satin down over glorious young hips and saucy young buttocks and a perfect young cunt that reeked of virgin's perfume. Helga had to steady herself aganst the massage table in order to stand up, but she was quite strong enough to help Cathy up on the table as they exchanged the warmest of smiles.
Smiles still beamed between them as Helga poured herbal lotion and warmed it between her long, slender hands. Cathy sighed and squirmed on the table as Helga smoothed the lotion over her shoulders and arms and tits.
"This will take the fire out of those nasty old welts, " Helga said, and went back to the bottle for more, and spread the warm, slippery stuff down from Cathy's beautifully developing tits to her very flat belly and onto her smooth, lovely hips.
"I didn't deserve to be whipped at all, " Cathy pouted, and Helga nodded and spread more lotion down Cathy's superbly long legs, and then up between them and all through her very warm crotch, sweetly covered with silky brown hair. Cathy's pout was replaced by a breathless smile by the time Helga slid her long middle Finger up through the lips of her very wet cunt.
"A girl as precious and pretty as you should never be spanked, " Helga said, and covered one of Cathy's tits with her hand as she bent down and touched her lips to Cathy's sweet mouth.
Cathy entwined her arms about Helga's neck and said, "Why didn't I have a mother like you?"
Helga chuckled and kissed her, again and again, all over her beautiful face till Cathy was giggling and squirming most happily, and Helga said, "I like it the way it is with us. Friends have much better times than mothers and daughters do. But come now. Turn over and let me put lotion on your pretty back."
Cathy pulled Helga down for another kiss on her warmly smiling lips and obediently rolled over on the smooth marble table. She was already feeling much better, just as she always did when she was there at Helga's. Diving practice was terrible, for Cathy still had a fear of heights, but it looked like there wouldn't be any diving work done that day, since they were already in the training room. As always, Helga's massaging hands on her body felt wonderful. They eased away all the tension as they worked down her back, and they eased away the last pains from her buttocks and thighs as they spread more lotion there. Down her closely shaven legs they went, relaxing the muscles she'd used on her bicycle, and then up they came again, and Cathy breathlessly waited and then giggled and squirmed all about as Helga playfully slipped one slick finger inside of Cathy's asshole.
"Whoops! I'm so sorry, " Helga laughed. "Now turn over, my darling little diver, and we'll get to work on your pretty little tits."
Cathy's tits weren't so little. They were a double handful for Helga's smoothly working hands. As Helga massaged them and warmly kneaded them, she looked down at Cathy's radiantly smiling face and once again said, "We must keep these lovely tits of yours pressed down, so they won't grow big and fat like mine and ruin your career as a diver."
Cathy reached up with one hand and brushed her knuckles over Helga's large, terrycloth covered tits, and she said with a sigh, "Your tits aren't fat. They're just right, and I wish we could just let mine grow big like they should."
"It won't hurt your career if we help these pretty pink nipples to grow, " said the smiling blonde, pulling and plucking at those perfect pink points while Cathy giggled and squirmed her thighs together and reached inside Helga's robe.
"But I want 'em big all over, just like yours, " Cathy prettily pouted, squeezing and fondling Helga's tits and lifting one of them out through the slit in her robe.
Helga had big, bulbous tits, quite out of proportion to the rest of her very slim body. Her nipples were a shade paler pink than the delicate cones cresting Cathy's much firmer young tits, and both nipples had been just as stiff and hard as could be before Cathy had touched them at all. Cathy lovingly gazed at the tit that she'd freed and continued to toy with its nipple while Helga's hands worked on her nipples and tits. And now Cathy lifted her head and touched her pursed lips to Helga's nipple.
"Naughty girl! You know very well how ticklish I am to your kisses." Helga slid one hand down Cathy's silky torso and slipped one finger within the wonderfully warm, wet lips of her little cunt, making Cathy giggle and squirm and writhe in every direction, as Helga said, "You be careful with your kisses or I'll tickle your little cunt with kisses of mine that will make you giggle yourself half to death. Be a good girl now. My tits are quite big enough and don't need you to pull on them so. Stop that, precious imp, and roll over and let me do your back."
Cathy stuck out her tongue at Helga, waggled it mischievously, and took Helga's terry cloth sash in her hand as she rolled over onto her belly. The robe fell open, Helga left it that way as she playfully scolded the girl and worked her hands down her back toward her glorious asscheeks.
Helga's breath was coming faster and her tits were jiggling and swinging over Cathy's bottom as Helga got her hands all over her there. She squeezed and slapped her protuberant asscheeks and the backs of her long, slim thighs, and she went between her legs to rub her little cunt. She had Cathy squirming and giggling in earnest now, and mashing her tits on the marble as she lifted her gyrating hips in the air for all her young body could get of Helga's swiftly moving hands. When Helga had Cathy turn over again, the girl's eyes were glazed and her lips wore that vapid grin that Helga so loved to see. Woman and girl were both breathing quite deeply as Helga began slowly massaging her finger up and down through the swollen lips of Cathy's cunt.
"You are very wet today, " Helga said. "Why is that? Hm?"
"I don't know, " Cathy murmured, shifting and squirming about, and rubbing her hips with both hands. "Maybe it's all the giggling I did at the house. Maybe it's this humidity. Are you real wet, too?"
Helga shrugged and looked down at herself. Her blonde thatch of pubic hair showed through the open halves of her robe. Much bigger than Cathy's brown nest of silk, Helga's cuntal hair fanned upward and outward from the heavily swollen lips of her steadily throbbing cunt, reaching halfway up to her navel. She lied, saying, "I don't know if I'm wet. And my hands are too busy to see."
Cathy licked her dry lips and got up on one elbow, legs apart, so Helga could continue with her lovely massage. She reached through the tufted blonde hair and found Helga's cuntlips, slipped two fingers inside them and said, "Ooo, you sure are. And your poor little clitty is all swollen up. Do you think my clitty will ever, ever be as big as yours? I mean without, you know, without your super special massage?"
"We wait, and we see, and we work on it, " Helga told her, with the slippery wet ball of her finger directly on Cathy's little clitoris, and with her own big clitoris sending waves of superb excitement through every part of her body each time Cathy's fingers came close to it. Helga stood it for as long as she could before saying, "Don't you think we should have our special massage right now?"
Cathy was up off the table in an instant, and helping Helga off with her robe. Together they sat down on a blue plastic exercise mat, facing each other with their legs extended. Grinning, they moved to meet one another, spreading their legs and merging them, helping each other along with their reaching hands until each pair of slim thighs was clasping the other's body and their cunts were touching closely. Helga nestled their cunts closer still by pulling at Cathy's legs. Each of them lay half on her side, smiling warmly, and each had the long, lovely leg of the other to pull upward on as their special massage began.
Helga and Cathy shoved and squirmed and wriggled their cunts together. They pulled on each other's leg as their cuntlips pushed outward and their vulvas very warmly and wetly kissed. Cathy was giggling and panting and her high set tits were all ajiggle with her efforts. Helga was stifling her gasping, and her bigger, softer tits were dancing about on her chest.
"Come on!" Cathy said, pulling hard at Helga's leg and pushing hard with her hot little cunt. "Let's make it a really good one! Don't quit on me yet!"
"Darling, I'll try to stay with you!" Helga panted back, already breaking out in a sweat and moving her cunt just as fast as she could against that loveliest girl in the world. "I'll try, but I don't know! Oh! OH, CATHY! OH H H H H!"
Cathy grimly hung on and kept squirming and thrusting, disappointed with Helga's lack of stamina, but determined to make the most of this special exercise. She felt sorry for poor old Helga, over the hill as an athlete, but still a very good looking woman. Helga was trying valiantly hard to keep on with the exercise. She was clawing at Cathy's leg and still thrusting with her extremely warm, wet, good feeling cunt, but she was gasping and sinking fast on the mat. "Come on! Come on!"
Cathy said in encouragement, thrusting harder herself and finally pushing Helga right off the mat before she let up and jumped up to loose some of her excess energy on the other equipment around her.
Helga lay back watching her protege pedaling the exercycle. Helga's orgasm had come on her very quickly, and. it had been a magnificent one. Cathy's body was magnificent, too, especially her tits, of late. They were already far too big for her to compete as a swimmer, but there was surely a grand career somewhere for a girl like her. Perhaps that career might be as a diving instructress's assistant. More probably as a Las Vegas showgirl. Helga's cunt started softly throbbing and pulsing again as, still watching the happily smiling girl, she crawled back to the center of the mat and got up on her hands and knees.
"All right, " Helga called, from over her shoulder. "Try me again, if you dare."
Cathy jumped from the exercycle and skipped toward the mat and the slim, heart shaped buttocks that faced her. This part of her training program had been introduced by Helga as Double Isometrics. Helga had later explained it was a form of Swedish Wrestling. Now she and Helga called it their special exercise, but whatever its name was, Cathy enjoyed it a lot. She got down on her hands and knees with her back toward Helga's, and backed up until their asscheeks were warmly nestled against each other's and each of them had one leg between the legs of the other.
Helga laid her hand on Cathy's ankle, and Cathy grasped Helga's ankle. They jostled about, squirming and settling their buttocks together very closely. Then Helga said, "Begin!"
They pushed their athletically firm asses together just as hard as they could. Each of them slowly turned in a different direction, still pushing hard, until their open crotches were merged and their slippery wet cunts met again. As always, Helga's first orgasm with Cathy had come very quickly. Now, with their fuck holes merged closely together, she was already starting to cum again. She pulled on Cathy's leg and squirmed her cunt against Cathy's in a frenzy of fast rising pleasure. Cathy's hot cunt still moved faster than hers.
"I'm going to get you again! I'm going to push you right off the mat!" Cathy said, churning her hips and pushing hard with her soft little cunt.
"No! I won't let you! Oh, darling! Oh, OH, OH H H H, YOU'RE SO WONDERFULLY STRONG TODAY!" Helga answered, pushing and squirming as much as this orgasm would permit her, and once again being shoved off the mat by Cathy's hot little cunt.
"Two in a row!" Cathy exulted, and .disen-tangled her legs from Helga's and rolled over on the mat and started doing sit ups. "I bet I could beat you twenty times in a row at Swedish Wrestling today."
"You'll not beat me again today, " said Helga, still tingling all over with wonderful orgasm as she pushed herself back on the mat again.
Helga hadn't yet reached its center when Cathy threw her open crotch against Helga's and started cunt fucking her again. Woman and girl were both sweating now, and their entire crotches were very wet. And Helga was still feeling waves of orgasmic delight flowing through her even as Cathy's squirming cunt started working hers over again. All she could do was lie there and wriggle her cunt against Cathy's as Cathy cunt fucked her off the mat for the third time in a row. That orgasm left Helga so wonderfully weak that she lay there and let it tingle while Cathy jumped up and began with the reducing massager.
It was one of those thing where a four inch wide belt fits across the buttocks of the user and vibrates and shakes very vigorously. Cathy's lower asscheeks and tits and all of her was quivering and quaking as she stuck out her tongue at Helga and said, "Three times in a row I beat you!"
"I wasn't ready that time, " Helga said, and crawled over to Cathy on her hands and knees.
"Now, don't! Don't!" said Cathy, and slapped at the hand that reached up toward her rapidly jiggling crotch.
"I'll teach you to start wrestling before I'm ready, " said Helga, laughing and slipping her fingers all through Cathy's vibrating crotch.
She played with her clitoris and rubbed her fat cuntlips, slipped the tip of her finger inside Cathy's vagina and pushed one finger deep in her asshole again, and Cathy helplessly squealed and giggled, squeezing her jiggling tits and threatening to turn off the machine.
It was Helga who finally turned it off. By then Cathy's entire body was gleaming with deliciously fragrant perspiration.
"Again! One more time! Face to face!" Helga said, and unhooked the massaging belt and pulled Cathy down with her on the mat.
Panting and sweating, they quickly positioned their cunts together and grapevined their legs to hold them right there. Beautiful Cathy was underneath Helga and already shoving fast and hard with her cunt as Helga got her clit against Cathy's and started humping and fucking the girl.
Though Helga's orgasm was already dazzling her, she said, "Come on, angel girl! You must do better than that if you want your clitty to grow big like mine "I'll beat you again! Ohhhh, I'll beat you!" said Cathy, pistoning hard and fast with her hips, mashing and squirming her tits against Helga's, and secretly enjoying this part of their exercise session much more than she knew she should.
They rolled all about on the mat, naked bodies all slick with sweat and straining and pumping hard together. Orgasm after orgasm crashed and flowed through Helga's body as Cathy's little clit rubbed hard and fast against hers. Her hands clutched and grabbed at all the naked girlflesh that they could. She got herself drunk on the smell of her pupil's perfume. Her orgasms were one big dazzling glow of supreme pleasure and she lost her grip on Cathy's legs and lay on her back, gasping and panting and cumming tremendously while Cathy cunt fucked her in a frenzied and wonderful fashion.
"Got you again!" Cathy said, and rolled out from between Helga's legs and got up on her shoulders and elbows and started bike pedaling her legs in the air.
Although Helga was in superb condition, she was close to a state of delicious exhaustion by then. Cathy's buttocks gave her new strength to move. Cathy's ass cheeks were squirming together as she pedaled her very long legs through the air. Helga's hot gaze was fixed on those gleaming ass cheeks as she crawled over behind Cathy.
"Don't you dare super special exercise me now!" Cathy threatened, still pedaling with her legs.
"I've got to best you at least once today, " said Helga, and opened Cathy's legs and buried her face in Cathy's hot wet crotch.
Cathy's hands behind her back still held up her hips. They were in perfect position, and it was like having the girl's cunt served on a platter to Helga. She foraged voraciously through it with her hotly kissing mouth and flashing tongue, lapping up succulent sweetness while Cathy wailed and squealed and giggled. She made her way to Cathy's clitoris and sucked and lapped it simultaneously while Cathy begged her to stop.
"Helga, don't! Ooo o o o, that tickles so much I can't stand it! Oooooo, Helga, stop it or I'll wet myself! Eeeek! Uh! Uh! Uh! Don't, or my clitty will get so big it'll just explode! Oh, Helga! Oh, Helga! Oh, OH H HH, OHHHHHHHHH!"
Cathy's cunt was pushing and shoving and squirming against Helga's as Helga lowered the girl's hips to the mat. Helga's mouth was kissing and sucking and licking and getting all it could of Cathy's delectably hot, wet cunt all the way down. There on her back on the mat, Cathy was murmuring moans and twitching all over her body while Helga knelt and placed the last of her kisses on Cathy's clitoris. Then she crawled up and nestled in Cathy's arms, panting and cumming along with the girl.
"You sucked too hard, " Cathy said. "You can't make my clitty get as big as yours in just one day."
Helga nuzzled her cunty wet lips all around Cathy's radiantly beautiful young face, murmuring, "But I must try. You may not be my pupil forever, and while you're with me, I must try to develop you in every way there is."
"Oooo. Ooooo, " said Cathy, clasping her shivering body closer to that of her teacher's. "Mother would really be mad if she found out what we did here today. I know how important our special exercises are, but she still thinks I ought to be diving all the time I'm here. You won't tell her, will you?"
"Darling, I'd never tell, " Helga said, and settled down at the side of her protegee to take a nap with her.
CHAPTER FOUR
Marcy was still smilling when she woke up on the bathroom floor. Her cunt seemed to be smiling, too. She lay their gloating on her good fortune, and thinking of ways to keep her good fortune flowing. The secret was to keep her nephew away from other women. Once Johnny learned what a good fucker he was, he could wear himself out and have nothing left for his aunt. And the last person Marcy wanted him fucking was Cathy, for her daughter couldn't be allowed to think about anything besides that which would make her and her mother comfortably well off.
That left it squarely up to Marcy to keep Johnny perfectly satisfied fucking only his aunt, and to keep him in a velvet gloved iron grip. Marcy wanted to lie there and just feel good for the rest of the day, but she knew the time to get going with Johnny's sex education was right then. By thinking about his lively young cock and by rubbing her lively old cunt, she soon found the strength to get up and get to it.
She showered and dusted herself with fragrant powder. She put on perfume and selected a skin tight jumpsuit of gleaming black satin and put it on. It fit her ass and her waist and her tits to perfection, and it had widely flaring legs. A big silver zipper, slashing down from her shoulder to her opposite thigh held the jump suit closed, and terminated with a large silver ring. She made up her face and piled her flaming red hair high on her head and tied it with a black velvet ribbon, put on black high heeled mules and went in search of her nephew.
He was just finishing up with the pool filter, and to Marcy's satisfaction, he was still naked. Down on his knees, he grinned and leered up at her as she clacked her high heels on the apron of the pool and inspected his work.
"Make sure you set the gasket right, " she said.
"Uh huh, " he replied, ogling her tightly bound crotch in a marvelously obscene manner.
Marcy gave her nephew a good look at her jiggling ass as she strutted to the chaise longue at poolside and laid down and picked up a magazine. He missed none of her squirming and turning as she settled down, and he looked more at her than at the filter as he finished his work. She was in the shade and quite comfortable, except for the growing itch between her legs. He was in the hot sun on hard concrete, but not complaining at all as he ogled and leered at her.
When he was finished, she called him over, and when she saw how stiff and hard his cock was, warm feeling flowed out from her crotch. But she didn't smile as she had him sit down on the foot of the lounge chair.
"You know what we did was very wrong, " Marcy said.
"It sure did feel good, " Johnny replied. "If anyone finds out about it, we'll both suffer a great deal. If your father finds out, he'll beat me to within an inch of my life and probably send you to a military academy." She shifted on the lounge, pushing her spiked heel into his naked flank and giving him a half smile. "Now that we've started, it won't hurt if we go on. But at this point, you're a very poor lover, Johnny. I'm willing to teach you the ways of women, but you must promise not to even look at another woman, or girl, till you've learned a lot more from me."
"I promise, " he said, rubbing his stiff cock and almost drooling as he ogled her satin clad figure.
"The first thing a young student fucker like you has to learn is how to undress a woman. You should be able to do it in the dark. You should be able to do it with your hands tied behind your back. Put your hands there now, Johnny, and come and undress me, " said Marcy, and sat upright on the chaise longue, warmly massaging herself below her tits, and outlining those big beauties in a most provocative way.
"With my ... hands behind my back?"
"All you need is your pretty mouth, " said the smiling Marcy, leaning forward and making the silver ring swing back and forth between her satin sheathed tits. "When it comes to pleasing a woman, a man's mouth is just as important as his hands. And I'm going to make a man out of you. Take the ring in your teeth and undress me."
Johnny took the ring in his teeth and her tits in his hands, and Marcy admonished him sharply and pushed his hands away. It was her hands that fondled and squeezed her tits as her nephew tugged down at the zipper, hot eyes darting back and forth to the smoothly tanned contours his efforts were slowly revealing. The breath from his flaring nostrils was hot on Marcy's skin. That and her hands had her nipples up hard and tingling, but she maintained only a cooly inviting smile as she majestically rose from the lounge to let Johnny's hot breath and clenched teeth work down over her tummy.
She wriggled her shoulders and thrust her big tits out through the widening vee, and Johnny's hot gaze looked hungrily up at them as he got the zipper tab down to her pubic hair. Still lower it went, and she smiled down on him and twined her fingers through his hair and tilted her cunt up against his nose. His breath scalded her there in a delightful way before he quickly yanked and tugged the zipper tab down as low as it could go.
Now she had him crouching down low before her in just the right attitude of servility, and as he spat out the ring and started to rise, she said, "Now work your way back up with kisses. Use your tongue, and linger a while wherever you want."
Marcy lay comfortably back on the lounge once again, smiling benevolently. She knew very well she was an absolute vision of erotic beauty, with the tan of her most shapely body showing through the black satin, and with the red and pink of her cunt glowing out of the tan.
Johnny started out just fine with his kisses. He clearly liked the smooth, warm texture of his aunt's inner thigh, just as she clearly liked the approach of his virginal mouth to her steadily throbbing and moistening cunt. But now as he got to her cunt with his kisses, his hot little mouth scarcely paused there at all. It explored through the hollow of her groin, it brushed over the lips of her cunt, and then it went on toward her belly button.
"No, darling, you're missing the best part, " Marcy said, and pushed his head down between her legs again. "Women like lots of kisses there. They like to be kissed and licked all over between their legs, and there's a lovely little thing called a clitoris in a cunt that drives a woman crazy if you suck it. Suck and kiss all around my lovely cunt, Johnny, and see if you can find my clitoris."
He found it several times, and each of those times he passed it on by, leaving Marcy in a state of growing frustration. She knew very well what his problem was. He was too eager to get his cock in her cunt, and he probably had some youthfully foolish notions about oral sex.
"What's wrong, lover boy? Don't you like the taste of cunt?"
"It's not the taste so much . ."
Marcy laughed and tousled his hair. "You don't yet know what's good. Stand up for a moment and I'll show you what an experienced lover thinks of the smell of sex."
Already Marcy had forgotten how big, how beautiful Johnny's cock was. Now it loomed before her face, a thick muscle of very hard manhood, strong and sturdy throughout its shaft, and capped with an outrageously lovely knob of rich, living pink. It looked as good as choice rare roast beef to Marcy. The big drop of very clear seminal fluid forming from its slitted eye made it look even better. She leaned closer and inhaled deeply, and his boyish, sweaty scent made her feel so suddenly faint that she took his cockshaft in her hand and pressed her warm face in his groin for more of it.
"Are you gonna suck me off?" Johnny eagerly asked.
"I might, " Marcy said. "First I just want to smell you. Oh. Oh, my God. You smell good enough to devour!" she said, excitement rising upward in dizzying spirals as she snuffled and panted through his loins, all through the silky hair down there and all about his wonderfully big, soft, sweaty balls. She was holding more tightly to his cockshaft all the time, and further claiming this fine young body as her own by clutching at his naked buttocks with her other hand.
"I've heard about blow jobs. Man oh man!" Johnny said, wriggling his hips uncontrollably and thrusting his red hot cock through his aunt's red hair.
"Oh, my God, " Marcy murmured, and slipped from the lounge to her knees on the hot concrete in her terrible need to snort and pant her way up under his balls.
"Wow! My gosh! I don't know if I can stand that!" Johnny exclaimed, opening his legs and lifting up his balls.
"Try. Try, " Marcy panted, down on her butt on the hot concrete now and turning around to kiss straight up between his legs.
Her kisses knocked Johnny off balance. He fell forward and caught himself with both hands on the lounge. Still she didn't let up on her kisses at all. Quite the contrary, she scrambled about and got up on her knees behind him to grasp his hard, plump ass cheeks in both hands and hold them apart for more of her hungry kisses.
"Kissing my butt hole!" Johnny cried out. "Oh, Aunt Marcy! Wow, that's ten times better than gettin' an enema!"
"Mmmmmm," Marcy said, slashing all about his sweaty asshole with her tongue, then plunging it deep, deep inside and slashing some more as he writhed his hot hips in her hands.
"Man, I'm gonna cum! Wow, it feels like I already am!"
Panting fast, almost swooning with hot, hot lusts, Marcy quickly took her stiff tongue from his ass hole and smacked a broad swatch of kisses back through his crotch to his balls.
Her cunt was on fire. She couldn't use even one finger to lessen its pain without taking her hands from this body she had to devour. At any moment she expected to feel a warm flow of jism trickling down through her disarrayed hair, but still she had to cover all of his balls with her kisses before she could get to his cock.
The seam in the side of her jumpsuit split open as she scrambled back through his widely parted legs for his cock. She grabbed his cock in her shaking hand, but was quaking and trembling so badly she had trouble getting it in her mouth. One good suck on the big, fat beauty and it started to squirt. It started so quickly it choked her and she had to back off for a precious moment while the second strong gusher of jism spurted across her cheek. But then she had his cock in her mouth once again and was sucking it madly, wildly, and rapidly stroking its steely hard shaft in her hand to milk more and still more of its wonderful jism out. "Mmmmmm! MMMMMMMM!!!"
"Oh, my gooooosh!"
It was sweet as could be in her mouth. Marcy longed to roll his jism all around there, savoring it with her cheeks and her palate as well as with her flashing, lapping tongue. There was no time for that. His jism was coming so fast and hard it was all she could do to keep up with it. Still and all, she felt the rich goo trickling out from the corners of her mouth as she sucked and gulped and milked Johnny's cock for more.
With each gulp of his wonderful, slippery warm jism, an equally wonderful surge welled outward from Marcy's hot loins. Her cunt was sopping wet and throbbing mightily, and each time she swallowed a mouthful of Johnny's jism, that throbbing surged down to her knees on the concrete and up through her stiff nippled tits to her brain. She was gulping it fast at first, for Johnny's contracting balls carried a heavy load. And then as his surges of ecstasy peaked and began to dwindle, Marcy stored up his jism in her mouth until her cheeks were bulging with the stuff, then swallowed it down in one gulp.
"NNNNNNNGGGGGH!" She had to hold onto his hips with her claws or she would have fainted. The ecstasy was almost too much to bear. But the frustrated widow hung on with her hands and her mouth, still sucking, now sliding her slick lips up and down the length of his cock from its tip to its hairy base.
Through it all, Johnny had been writhing and gasping and panting as hard as he'd been cumming. Now he settled down to puffing and blowing and holding onto Marcy's head while she fucked him with her mouth and coaxed any last drops of his jism up out of his balls. She had to laugh at the way he was wilting now. Giggling like a girl, she took the base of his cock in her hand and at last took her hot mouth off the beautiful thing to lick it all over, all up and down and around the length of it, hot as could be from the sun and her mouth and his boiling blood.
"You see, " Marcy said, tossing her hair and struggling up to sit on the lounge again, but still holding onto his cock. "You see, the smell of sex isn't bad. The taste of it isn't so awful, either. Really, you'll...whew!
"You'll enjoy it a lot when you're used to it. I mean, there's more to sex than just fucking. Was it good? Do you like to have your cock sucked?" she asked, convulsively shuddering all over her body, then leaning quickly forward for one more short suck on his cock.
"Man, it was great! Could I fuck you now, Aunt Marcy?"
All it took was his words to bring an upsurge of orgasm through Marcy now, though his cock in her mouth helped a bit. She held onto his cock, still wonderfully hard, and leaned gracefully back on the lounge, saying, "Of course you could try, but don't be a hero and wear yourself out." All her flaming cunt wanted was one little touch of his cock, at least for the moment.
"You want I should undress you all the way first? Gee, your pant leg got torn on the concrete."
"This jumpsuit opens up conveniently wide, " Marcy said, spreading her legs in just that way, then carefully spreading her cunt lips, for one little touch at her clitoris then would have sent her into a wild orgasmic frenzy.
She carefully guided the knob of his cock to her hole, and the frenzy began in spite of her care. She cried out very loudly and heaved up with her hips just as Johnny thrust in with his cock, and her hand was mashed between them as full penetration was made.
"OH! FUCK ME FOR ALL YOU'RE WORTH!"
Marcy cried, throwing her arms and legs around him as his hot, hot cock plunged deep in her guts. She threw her hips up at him and rocked and rolled right off the foot of the lounge.
"OHW!" she exclaimed, for his cock drove still deeper inside her as she landed on top of him with all her weight. But still she didn't relax her hold on him for a moment, not with her arms or her legs, and certainly not with her fast flying cunt.
"YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM! YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM! YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM, CUM, CUM, CUM, CUM!!!" Marcy chanted, quite out of her mind from the pistoning cock in her cunt.
The heat from its friction was enough to drive any woman insane. And Marcy was a woman who liked to feel friction all through her cunt. She clung to him like a monkey while he provided that friction, driving and shoving and jamming his cock in her cunt from every direction, regardless of whether he was above or below her.
"Gonna do it again! Gonna cum!" Johnny said, and triggered still another reaction in Marcy.
Her arms and legs flew away from him and slapped out against the hot concrete. Spread eagled there, she arched herself up till her quivering ass cheeks were well off the apron of the pool. Now her cunt was the highest part of her body as, on his knees between her legs and holding onto her hips, Johnny fucked her so hard and so fast that the stars she was seeing turned into bright meteors, and the bells she was hearing turned into resounding reverberations perfectly timed with the hot thrusting surges of jism that gushed and spurted up in her cunt. Still in that up thrust position, she squeezed down with her cunt and wrung the last drops of his jism out of him, then collapsed like a buttered pancake on a hot griddle. She felt herself deflating even further when Johnny drew his cock out of her cunt.
"Are you okay?" Johnny said. "Gee, I hope I didn't hurt you."
"I'm fine. A woman can always outlast a man. Just help me up. My legs ..."
Together they got her to her feet. She leaned against her worried nephew as he guided her toward her back door. His cock was still hard as she tottered along, and she couldn't take her gaze from it as she further reassured him.
"No, you didn't hurt me at all, dear. I might have gotten a little sunstroke when we moved out of the shade. And you should be a little careful about getting your cock all sunburned. My God, what a dreadful thought! Do keep it in a shady spot, like in my mouth or in my cunt, " Marcy said, patting at that glowing part of her body and almost collapsing against him.
"You think maybe I should call a doctor?" Johnny asked. "I heard sunstroke can be pretty bad."
Marcy laughed gaily and pushed him away, staggered back and caught herself against the side of her redwood cabana, and there in the shade of its eaves, she said, "No, I'm perfectly fine. I'd be ready to fuck again if you were up for it."
Johnny was up for it and he took her against the side of the cabana. With her back well braced against it, Marcy surged with new youthful energy at each new upward surge of her nephew's cock. Her cunt was extremely well lubricated by then, so much so that their mixed juices were running down her inner thighs by the spoonful as Johnny, her wonderful nephew, kept jamming his cock in her cunt with such splendid ardor that Marcy's buttocks were being flattened against the wall.
This fucking lasted longer than the one they'd just finished. By the time he was squirting his jism up through the overflowing lips of her cunt this time, Marcy's head was lolling from side to side, her grinning mouth was hanging open, and her body was drenched with their sweat. Still and all, she managed to eke one more orgasm out of a body that had turned into jelly when Johnny drew his dripping cock out of her cunt.
Marcy dozed for a moment and woke with a start, saying, "What're you doing?"
"I was going to carry you inside and call a doctor. I thought you fainted."
"Perfectly all right, " she declared, and pushed him away and walked on toward her back door by herself. But she walked an unsteady line, and when she was balanced on one foot and flailing her arms at the rim of the pool, Johnny rushed forward and pulled her to safety.
He said, "Don't you think I should .. .?"
"I think you should vacuum the pool!" Marcy snapped, and walked on unaided into her house, where she caught her bare foot on the edge of her bedroom carpet and fell to her knees, then laid down to rest for a moment.
CHAPTER FIVE
Cathy found her mother sleeping on the floor. She skipped through the house just at dusk and saw Marcy lying there all bloodied and torn and disheveled, and she screamed, "MURDER! RAPE! SOMEBODY HELP!" Johnny was snoozing in the cabana, and didn't hear a word she said. But Marcy groggily lifted her head and said, "Hush, dear, and let Mother take her nap."
With no one at all to help her, Cathy was weeping as she got her mother up on her bed. Marcy, limp as a dishtowel and dreamily smiling, looked as if she needed a hospital bed, but on second inspection, Cathy saw it wasn't all that bad. Her hair was tangled and matted, some substance had dried on her cheek, and her make-up was gone. The knee and one side of her jump suit was gone, its zipper was wide open, and the back of the black satin garment was covered with slivers of wood. Cathy continued to weep and Marcy continued to slumber while Cathy got the jump suit off and looked at her mother's back.
With tweezers and lotion, Cathy extracted the slivers from Marcy's smooth, tanned back and did her best to soothe the pain. When she rolled Marcy over, she was still smiling, and now her eyes were half open. She came further awake when Cathy washed her face and brushed some of the tangles out of her long red hair.
"How'd it go at diving practice today?" Marcy asked.
"Mother, what happened to you?"
"Me? I tripped and fell. Nothing to worry about. Did you work out on the high board today, like a good girl?"
"No, we just did Double Isometrics in Helga's training room today. Where was it that you fell?" :Out by the pool. Really, it's nothing to worry about, " Marcy said, stretching luxuriously on the bed, and squeezing her thighs together over her tender but luxuriously good feeling cunt. "Double Isometrics? What're those?" Cathy had never mentioned that type of training before to her mother. Her mother thought jumping off boards was the only kind of worthwhile training for a diver. This had been pointed out to Cathy by Helga, but now in her distress, Cathy had mentioned their special exercise and she somehow felt relieved about that. Still using the lotion on her mother's nude body, Cathy quickly tried to explain the importance of regular use of the training room. As she did so, the smile slowly left Marcy's face and she raised herself up on one elbow.
"I want to hear more about this Swedish Wrestling, or whatever you call it, " Marcy said. "But first, just how big are your tits and exactly what sort of exercise does Helga do to keep them small?"
In answer, Cathy simply peeled her tight bathing suit down to her waist, then sat wide eyed and biting her lip as her mother gazed at her naked tits.
"My God, they are getting big!" Marcy murmured. "You've got one helluva good set of tits, but not for a swimmer. What's Helga doing to keep them from getting any bigger?"
"This, " Cathy said, and made her mother gasp as she reached out and massaged Marcy's big, soft tits with both hands.
Marcy looked at her daughter's young hands at work there and thought she was having a nightmare. She couldn't believe there was anything strange going on between Cathy and Helga, nor could she believe the sudden excitement that rose from the way her daughter was fondling and squeezing her tits.
"Is...that all?" Marcy said after several minutes of this.
"Not quite, " Cathy shyly said. "Helga says it's okay if a swimmer has big nipples. So she does this."
The first little plucking of Cathy's fingers at her mother's already stiff nipples almost made Marcy jump out of her skin. She was hard pressed to keep from squirming all over the bed and rubbing her moistening cunt as the plucking continued, but she lay there and took it without flinching, and finally said, "And, uh, I suppose you've exercised Helga's tits while she's exercising yours?"
Solemn faced, Cathy slowly nodded while she continued to work with her hands, plucking and pulling at Marcy's big nipples, massaging the big, warm globes.
Cathy truly did have a fine pair of tits. They were young and very proudly upright, with superbly developing spherical undersides and exquisitely pink, turgid nipples. Marcy had never touched tits other than her own. Cathy's were right there before her eyes. And Cathy would be more at ease, and would open up and talk more about what was going on at Helga's house if Marcy didn't start making a fuss about it.
Marcy reached up and ran her hand over her beautiful daughter's lovely tits, and Cathy shyly smiled. Her smile broadened and her eyes grew brighter as Marcy gently pulled at one of her nipples. Marcy laid back on the bed and reached up with both hands to more thoroughly work on those beautiful tits, and Cathy continued with Marcy's as she said, "Yes. This is how we do it."
Something was wrong inside Marcy's body. The strenuous, super fucking she'd had with her nephew that day should have kept her sated for weeks, or even for years, since she hadn't been fucked like that since her husband had died years before. Quite the contrary, she was hornier than she'd been that morning, and getting homier by the moment. It wasn't because of some latent lesbian tendencies coming out in her. She would have felt the same sort of breathlessly rising excitement if those hands on her tits belonged to some dirty old man. Well, perhaps not quite so horny, since the perfect, firm tits she was so freely fondling added more than a little to Marcy's spiraling excitement. Still she hid that excitement well, as a mother should, when she spoke to her daughter again.
"And, uh, what's this Double Isometrics you and Helga do?"
Cathy squirmed and blushed and squeezed Marcy's tits and said, "It's something we do in different way. It's sort of hard to explain."
"Could you show me, dear?"
Cathy's very fond gaze roved down over Marcy's body, kindling little fires as it went. She was looking right at Marcy's red haired cunt as she nodded and got to her feet.
It was amazing how much one little bathing suit could conceal. Cathy had a simply incredible body, long and supple and athletically trim, but bursting with youthful femininity and all aglow with rapidly blooming sexuality. Her mother could understand why Helga hadn't been able to keep her hands off that body. Now she wanted to know what else Helga did in her lesbian seduction of Cathy. She was almost sure of what it was. She'd read a lot of dirty books since her husband had died, and a lot of them dwelt on the wonderful lesbian technique in kissing cunts. Cathy's cunt looked almost good enough to kiss, but Marcy stayed where she was, all aflutter inside, absolutely intrigued by the thought of her daughter kissing her cunt. Why not? If Cathy was already a lesbian, her mother should know all about it. And no female diving judge in her right mind could fail to give points to a gorgeous girl like this with a reputation for peeling off her suit after a meet and climbing into bed with her. Marcy's cunt was throbbing and pulsing when her daughter climbed naked onto the bed with her.
"This is how you do your Double Isometrics?" Marcy said, when Cathy started twining her lovely long legs through Marcy's.
"Uh huh, " Cathy said, blushing beautifully as she inched her beautiful little black haired, pink lipped cunt ever closer to Marcy's flaming hotbox. "First we get our ... we get our cunts real close together, like this."
"Oh, my God!" Marcy said, clutching at bedclothes, clutching at Cathy's leg, clutching at anything to keep from exploding right out of her mind at the feeling of warm, wet, young cunt pushing softly and vibrantly up against hers.
"And then we try to push each other right off the bed!" Cathy said, shoving and thrusting and fucking her cunt against Marcy's in a sudden outburst of frenzied energy.
"OH! OH! OH, MY GOD!" Marcy cried, fucking back just as hard as she could, though her daughter's wildly hot crotch had instantly triggered an explosive orgasm that seized every part of Marcy's thrashing body.
"OH! OH! OH!" Marcy cried, till her head was mashed up against the headboard and her daughter's wild thrusting had changed into giggling.
"Isn't it fun?" Cathy said. "We do it all the time, and I almost always win."
Through her panting, Marcy said, "I don't think Helga loses too much when you do. What do you do for an encore?"
"I get up and exercise while Helga rests and then we wrestle again, " Cathy said, and started to demonstrate.
Marcy grabbed hold of her daughter's leg and held her right where she was. And she kept her soft, wet cunt closely kissing Cathy's as she scooted back down to the middle of the bed.
"Are you already ready to wrestle again?" Cathy eagerly asked, squirming and wriggling her cunt against Marcy's in hot anticipation.
"No need to rush into it, " Marcy said, and lifted her leg up high in the air, and pushed Cathy's leg up, too.
Now their wide open crotches could merge with marvelous intimacy. Mother and daughter were breathlessly smiling as they squirmed their cunts closer together still, legs very widely parted, not a stitch of clothes on between them. The superlative fit of their cunts became even better when Marcy lowered their legs and pulled upward on Cathy's.
Cathy squealed very happily. "Oooo! I can feel your clitty! I bet it's as big as Helga's!"
"Whew! Honey, I can feel it, too. Cathy, your Double Isometrics are terrific! Do you ever ... do you like to kiss each other's cunts?"
Cathy giggled and wriggled and said, "Helga sort of kisses mine, but I never have done hers. She doesn't need it. Her clitty's already so big it doesn't need any more sucking. Oh, Mama, your cunt feels so good against mine! Helga sucks on my clitty to make it get bigger. She calls it her super special exercise."
"I bet you like it a lot, " Marcy said, squirming and squashing her cunt against Cathy's, panting and nibbling on Cathy's little pink toes as she clung to her ankle and clung to the orgasmic good feeling flowing all through her body. "I bet it drives you crazy when she sucks on your pretty little cunt."
"Boy, does it ever!" said Cathy, panting and squirming her cunt even faster, and further spreading their slickness all through their hotly kissing crotches. "Sometimes it feels so crazy I can't even stand it!"
"Baby, don't try to push me off the bed. Let's just lie here and rub our cunts together. Honey, it feels so good! I've never cum this way. Cathy, let's cum together, right at the same time. Let's rub our hot cunts together and cum!"
"I don't know, " Cathy said. She was blurting and babbling her words, churning her hips all around and shoving her cunt against Marcy's and pulling hard at Marcy's leg. Her eyes were glazed over and she was rolling her head back and forth on the bedspread, and her tits were shaking and jiggling as she said, "I don't know how to cum. I don't think I've ever done it. Oh, Mama, it never felt this good before!"
"That's 'cause I love you so much, and I know just exactly what you need. My God, we look sexy together! Look at us, Cathy! Our cunts are just as close as they can be, and our naked tits are sticking out and we're both feeling good all over!"
"Yes! Feel so good! Yessss, " Cathy moaned, shoving and squelching her cunt against Marcy's and thrashing about on her bed. "Both of us feeling so good! Oh, Mama! Mama, I don't know if I can stand it!"
"Yes, you can! You can feel better, darling! We can both feel even better than this! Just don't be afraid, pretty baby! Feel better and better and better! Feel good all over with me!"
"Yes! Oh, Mama, yes, yes, YES!" Cathy cried, going crazy at last, really crazy, and dragging her mother right along into the marvelous craziness with her.
"I'M CUMMING!" Cathy announced again. "AND IT HURTS SO BAD I CAN'T STAND IT AND IT FEELS SO GOOD I CAN'T STOP!"
"MORE! UHHHHHH, WE GOTTA HAVE MORE!" Marcy loudly demanded, hauling Cathy's cunt harder against hers as her daughter's wild gyrations threatened to break them apart. "FUCK ME WITH YOUR CUNT, BABY CATHY! FUCK ME WHILE I FUCK YOU!"
"CUNT FUCKING! YES! URRRRRGH!
THAT'S WHAT HELGA CALLED IT ONCE! OHHHHHHH, MAMA! IT'S SO NASTY AND SEXY AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH I CAN'T STAND IT! CUNT FUCK ME SOME MORE, MAMA! MAMA, HELP ME CUM!"
Marcy helped her daughter along. The explosive peak of the orgasm was behind her, but still the sensations were bursting everywhere in Marcy's hot body as she quickly repositioned them on her bed. Never taking her fast moving cunt from Cathy's for an instant, Marcy heaved Cathy back till the girl was up on her shoulders and Marcy was then straddling Cathy's upward facing crotch with their cunts still closely kissing and fucking. There Marcy rubbed her gushing slick cunt all over her daughter's open crotch, while below her Cathy grimaced and panted and squealed and writhed in helpless ecstasy.
Caught in a frenzy of lust, Marcy looked down on Cathy's twisting, contorting features and panted, "You never looked so beautiful, baby! Right now you could win any beauty contest in the world! Oh, how I'd like to sit down on your beautiful face and start cumming all over again, but your cunt pushing up against mine feels too fucking good to quit! Cum, baby! Cum, cum, CUM!" Marcy hotly demanded, starting up to a new peak of orgasmic delights.
"SIT ON MY CUNT! OH, MAMA! OH, HARDER! I'M GONNA CUM WITH YOU! AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAINNNNN!" Cathy wailed, ripping up the bedclothes with her hands, kicking the air with her feet, and twisting and turning her hips and rubbing her cunt against Marcy's with dazzling hot friction and wonderful energy.
"Oh! Oh h! Ohhhhh!" It was too much for even a woman of Marcy's lusty appetites. Her legs were caving in and she could no longer even begin to keep up with her daughter's orgasmic frenzy. She was slowly settling down toward the bed, cunt first, with her cunt against Cathy's still thrusting little cunt, until they were back where they started. But now Marcy was laid back and almost motionless on the bed, while Cathy was still squirming her cunt against Marcy's crotch.
"Rest now, baby. Now it's time to rest, " Marcy murmured.
Cathy's voice was as urgent as her thrusting. "Mama, I want a little bit more. Mama, please let me feel it again! MAMA, CUNT FUCK ME SOME MORE! MAMA, PLEASE!"
Marcy had to get up on top of her daughter in her efforts to quiet her down. She didn't like lying on top of Cathy, tit to tit and cunt to cunt. The position made Marcy feel too much like the dominant lesbian bull dyke, and she didn't like that feeling at all.
She spoke soothing words to Cathy now, but still the girl trembled and crooned and quivered with this, her first orgasm. It took Marcy a very long time to quiet her down, and still Cathy's young body convulsively twitched now and then as mother and daughter dozed off in each other's naked arms.
CHAPTER SIX
"Mama, let's fuck some more." Those were the words that brought Marcy out of her slumber, delivered by Cathy who was already starting to fuck with her cunt against Marcy's.
"Darling, I'm too sore, too tender just now. And you'll be, too, if you overdo it. Calm down. Relax. You can't be doing it all the time."
"Yes, I can. Oh, Mama, it feels so good to cunt fuck! Let's do it again right now. You can if you try!" Cathy said, reaching around her mother and clutching hotly at her naked asscheeks.
"Just relax, Cathy! What you need is a hot cup of tea and a cold shower. You go in my bathroom and start on the shower while I fix the tea."
Marcy's cunt was so tender she could walk only with difficulty. If Cathy kept on like this, she could influence lady judges for years to come. She returned to her bathroom with tea on a tray, and found her naked daughter seated on her toilet rapidly frigging herself.
"Cathy, stop that. You'll wear yourself out. Cathy, I told you to stop that!"
"Mama, I can't!" Cathy whined, still hard at work with her fast moving fingers in her wet, swollen vulva. "Let's cunt fuck some more. Mama, please!"
"Drink this tea. Then we'll take a shower and talk it over. But calm down!"
Tea jiggled out of the cup several times as Cathy drank from it. Two or three times she had to set it down and frantically rub her cunt, explaining, "But Mama, it burns! It itches so!"
The shower did little to cool Cathy down. She kept reaching for Marcy's cunt as well as her own, increasing Marcy's maternal concern. She was sorry she'd introduced the girl to the glories of orgasm. And she was getting angry at Helga for starting her out as a lesbian.
Dried off and dressed in sweet pink pajamas, Cathy's cunt stayed in charge of her body. Her eyes were heavy lidded, her very stiff nipples poked hard at the pink cotton, and when she wasn't squirming her thighs close together she was stealthily reaching her hand down toward her cunt. And all the time she kept saying, "Mama, let's cunt fuck some more."
Marcy finally had to slap her. Cathy burst into tears, and as she lay weeping on her frilly, four poster bed, Marcy said, "I'm going to go get Helga. Maybe she can help calm you down, but not till I've had a chance to say a few thing to her. Will you be okay by yourself for a while?"
"Sure, " Cathy said, sniffling and wiping her eyes, then reaching down to scratch at her cunt again. "Where's Johnny? Is Johnny home?"
Marcy shook her head in despair and telephoned Walter Van Blancen and told him to come over at once.
She had on a dress and sandals when Walter arrived. She frankly explained much of what had happened to Cathy under the very special training program of Helga Rasmussen, adding, "It could work into a perfect setup. Helga travels with us to the different swimming and diving meets. She gets to know the judges, she hints around about Cathy being a lesbian, and between the two of them, they get every woman judge in bed with Cathy. And Cathy wins lots of meets on her way to the Olympics and on her way to making a lot of money modeling."
"I don't know, " Walter said. "What if all the judges aren't lesbians themselves?"
"I'm not a lesbian by any stretch of the imagination, but once I saw how Cathy looked in the nude, hell, I went to bed with her."
"You? With your own daughter?"
"She's more than my daughter, Walter. She's my meal ticket. I've spent almost all my saving getting her this far, and there's nothing I won't do to get her all the way into modeling and TV where the big money is."
"Marcy, I could promote her without all of this. Do you really want to see your daughter become a lesbian?"
"You can promote her career a whole lot faster if she's got some gold medals for swimming and diving. And if she's a lesbian, she won't be falling in love with some guy and quitting her career to have a flock of kids. She's in her bedroom looking at TV. I don't care what you do as long as you stay with her and keep her from rubbing her little cunt raw, and as long as you keep my nephew away from her. I'll be back as soon as I can. You better get in there before Johnny smells pussy in heat and breaks through the window."
Marcy wasn't a woman to argue with, especially not for a man with Walter's inclinations. He liked his women her age or a little older, and he liked them best when they were very firm in telling him what to do. And if the thing they told him to do included anything at all to do with enemas, he liked them all the better. Marcy had made a good choice in choosing Walter Van Blancen as a watchdog for her lesbian nymphet daughter. Walter headed on to do his duty in hopes his reward from Marcy would last through the night.
Cathy was sitting up in bed and leaning back against the headboard as Walter entered her dimly lit bedroom. Her covers were drawn up to her chin, and her lovely face looked pale and wan by the flickering light of her television set at the foot of the pink bed. Her voice was thin and reedy as she greeted him.
"Hi, yourself, " Walter said with a smile, and closed the door behind him and moved a chair to the side of her bed. She was looking at a political panel discussion. "Good show?" he asked as he sat down.
"Uh huh, " she replied, wide eyes staring over the twin peaked tent made by her knees under the covers.
"Have they mentioned anything about impeaching Carter?"
"Uh huh, " Cathy said, breathing slowly and deeply, and moving very softly in her bed.
Walter peered through the dimness and said, "And I suppose they've talked about Queen Elizabeth being our next President."
"Uh huh, " said Cathy, nodding her head, slowly nodding her entire body, or at least undulating her body under the covers in an extremely suggestive fashion as she stared at the droning TV.
Moving swiftly and smoothly, Walter got up and turned on Cathy's bedside light and flipped back the covers of her bed.
Walter found exactly what he had expected and a good deal more. The bottoms of Cathy's pajamas were down to her knees, and her wet fingered hand was still there between her parted legs.
She squealed very shrilly and grabbed for her pajamas as she rolled over, but her movements were nearly fast enough for a man like Van Blancen to miss the sight of her naked ass. And what an ass the girl had! It was an ass that would put her mother's lovely bottom to shame.
Walter's preferences tended toward rather broad asses, with cheeks that were so big and soft that less appreciative men than himself would call them flabby. His tastes in asses had run to those with buttocks so large he could wriggle his fingers between them till his fingers could no longer be seen, and then burrow his face just as deeply between the soft pillows of flesh. His tastes had changed when he'd met Marcy Cooper. He'd given no more than a glance to her ass when they'd met, for Marcy's ass was simply too small. It was just as big as any thirty four year old woman's ass should be, not nearly big enough to satisfy Walter's lusty old craving. But at second glance he'd noted and appreciated the shape of Marcy's ass. And the third time he'd seen it, waggling and winking and doing its best to squirm out of a bikini at a swimming party, Walter had fallen in love with it. He'd been hopelessly hooked when he'd seen it in bed, smiling saucily up at him and naughtily winking its beautiful eye. And now there was this ass before him, that of Marcy's young lesbian daughter, still smaller than Marcy's behind but exquisitely shaped and already naked and in bed, though it was cringing and trembling instead of smiling and winking at him. All it took was one glance at Cathy's blushing ass and Walter was hopelessly hooked once again, though the glance was a short one, for she immediately yanked her pajama bottoms up till their crotch seam was gone and her buttocks were quivering through a tightly stretched film of pink cotton.
"I wasn't doing anything, Uncle Walter!" She often called him Uncle Walter, though they were not related. "My pajamas just slipped down while I was looking at TV! Please don't look! Please don't tell Mother!"
"You haven't all that much to look at, " Walter said, and gently laid his hand on Cathy's hot little, firm little ass, and felt it trembling more than his hand was. "And I won't tell your mother unless you've been a bad little girl."
"I was being good!" she declared, adding soft little writhing to the hot little quaking of her ass.
Walter fondled it, stroked it, caressed it, and felt his cock grow stiff and hot in his pants, and he chuckled and said, "You mean you were feeling good. You were playing with yourself, Cathy. You had your fingers in your little cunt."
"No! Honest! I wasn't!"
"Look me in the eye and say that and perhaps I'll believe you."
Cathy was silent. A hot shudder rippled through her long, slender body. Walter softly, deeply squeezed her ass and thought he heard her softly moan. Then she whipped over onto her back and, still holding her pajama bottoms up as far as they would go, she looked at Walter through fear stricken eyes and blurted, "I really wasn't playing with myself!"
"Tsk, tsk. Fibs to your old Uncle Walter?" His hand had stayed right where it was as she'd turned. Now it was lightly resting directly over Cathy's cunt, which radiated animal heat up against Walter's palm. The scent of her young sexuality was very discernible now, and the stiffness of her nipples poking up at thin cotton was further mute proof of her seething excitement.
Very large tears oozed out from the corners of Cathy's eyes and she had to bite her plump under lip to stop its trembling.
Still smiling benevolently, Walter lifted his hand and peeped under it, and saw every soft contour of her cunt very clearly through the damp and tautly stretched fabric of her pajama bottoms.
"Yes, you were playing with yourself, all right, " said Walter, brushing the balls of his fingers over the plump, split bulge of her little cunt, and over the tight Y of crevices formed by her tensed thighs and groin.
Cathy clutched at his hand with both of hers, weeping openly now, and saying, "I didn't mean to! I couldn't help it! Please don't tell Mama! I was just itching and burning so bad down there I couldn't help but do it a little!"
Walter drew her hands away from his and tested her cunt with his fingers again, saying, "A little? You're so hot and feverish and wet you must have been doing it a lot. Now, open your pretty legs and let your old Uncle Walter see just how bad you've been. Oh, my! Oh, Cathy, your little cunt's so hot and wet you must have been playing with it for the longest time."
"I just couldn't help it!" she said, grabbing his hand again and pressing it harder against her writhing cunt, all hot and wet and so deeply split by the crotch seam of her pajamas. "It just started itching like this today, and I just had to scratch it and rub it or I'd have gone crazy! Just feel how hot it is! Oh, Uncle Walter, just feel it!"
"There, there. I know how you're suffering. I'm going to help you, " Walter said. Walter didn't have much use for a woman's tits. As far as he was concerned, the finest pair of tits were only useless appendages to a woman's body, and all that really counted was that part of a woman between her waist and her knees. But now Walter put Cathy's tits to work by lifting her hands from her steaming loins and placing them on her tits. And he said, "You keep your pretty hands right here, dear, while I take down your pajama bottoms and have a look at your little cunt. Raise your hips, Cathy."
"You can't just look at me naked, " she said, blinking tiny tears from her eyes and holding hard to her tits.
"Why not? There's nothing to be ashamed of. I understand about playing with yourself. I used to do it myself when I was your age. And we're good enough friends so a little nudity shouldn't bother us. You see?" he said, and unzipped his fly and fished out his cock, very hard and hot, and fitting nicely in his fist. "Now raise up your hips and I'll help you off with your pajamas."
"Oh, Uncle Walter!" said Cathy, squeezing her tits very hard and slowly lifting her hips while she gazed wide eyed at all she could see of Walter's cock.
He gave her more to look at as he pulled down her pajama bottoms. For a budding lesbian, she showed a lot of interest in his cock, and that was fine with Walter for he was avidly interested in what he was smoothly unveiling. Her cunt hair was incredibly fine and delicate, closely clasping her firm pubic mound. Her pajama seam stuck within the prim little lips of her cunt, and she gasped and sighed when Walter pulled it out. Her sweet perfume filled the air over her bed then, and Walter bent over her to breathe it in deeply and gaze very closely at her delicate pink cunt as he pushed the pajamas down over her knees.
"It looks all sore and hot, " Cathy murmured as she stared at Walter's cock.
"It is. But your poor little cunt's even hotter, " said Walter, and brought Cathy's full attention back to herself by slipping his hands up her naked legs and cupping one of them over her cunt.
Still arched up in the air and holding onto her tits, Cathy at once was panting and churning her hips, and saying, "Yes, I'm so hot down there! Touch it and feel it and make it all better! Oh, Uncle Walter, that feels so good!"
"Of course it does. I'm only here to help you, just as your mother wanted."
He was moving the ball of his finger up and down over the curve of her cunt, sliding it just inside the portals of her wonderfully slippery wet cuntlips. Her nudity forgotten, she was mauling her tits and gyrating her ass over the bedsheet and gasping and panting.
"Please, Uncle Walter, make me feel good! Yes! Please! Oh, that's wonderful! I want to feel like this all the time!"
"You want to cum, Cathy. That's what would make you feel better for now. I'll help you do that.
And then I'll make your nasty little itch go away so you can get some sleep."
Walter took one of her hands from her tits and guided it to his cock. She showed no reluctance to touch it. Quite the contrary, she was grasping and stroking it freely but clumsily as he slipped his moving finger deeper through the thrusting lips of her cunt.
"Just relax and feel good now, " he said, finding her tiny clitoris and giving that part of her flaming hot cunt some special attention each time his finger reached the top of its arc.
She fell back on the bed and continued her thrashing and writhing. Her jaw was slack and her eyes were almost closed as her head rocked from side to side. Her long, silky legs were hobbled by her twisted pajama bottoms at her ankles, but still they were twisting and kicking as Walter deftly massaged in her cunt lips. Her left hand either clutched at her tits or at the bedclothes, while her right hand never left Walter's cock.
Smiling, he said, "Do you want to cum now, baby?"
"Yes! Walter, please help me cum! That's what feels best of all!" she replied, looking imploringly up at him.
Walter pressed the button of her clitoris and Cathy started cumming. She cried out sharply and doubled and tripled her thrashing and heaving's and clutching, moaning and groaning and starting to sweat and pushing her flaming hot cunt up against Walter's burrowing finger. It seemed as if she'd go on cumming in that frenzied fashion for as long as he held his finger on her clitoris, and indeed, when he took his finger away and cupped his hand over her cunt, she sighed and relaxed and smiled dreamily up at him, murmuring. "Thank you, Uncle Walter. Thank you ever so much."
Her eyes were closing and her hand was going limp on his cock. It was time to leave her and let her get some sleep. Walter bent over her to kiss her goodnight. One of her feet was up under her ass and the other was drawn up under her knee and held there by her pajama bottoms. Her thighs were very wide apart. As Walter very gently touched his lips to the lips of her cunt, he got a close up view of the curvature of Cathy's tight buttocks, and he knew right away he wasn't ready to leave her just yet. He pursed his lips and gave one sharp suck on her clitoris and had her on fire again.
"Easy does it, darling. I'll make it better. You stay here in bed and do what you can with your fingers while I get what you need to calm down and get some sleep, " Walter told her.
He quickly went to Marcy's bedroom and prepared Marcy's douche bag. When he returned, Cathy's bedclothes were rumpled in every direction and she was still gasping and thrashing and rubbing her hot little cunt. She didn't even notice his presence till after he'd hung the pink bag over her toilet and returned to her bedside.
He had to take her hand from her cunt several times while he worked her twisted pajama bottoms off over her feet. He had to help her out of bed and support her as he led her into her bathroom. There she became aware of her surrounding and, blinking her eyes and looking around, she asked him to repeat what he'd just told her to do.
"I said, bend over and put your hands on your knees."
She did as she was told. Her pajama top hung loosely down from her torso and its sleeves concealed her hands, but the rest of her sleek, slim, young body was entirely naked, including that glorious ass which Walter had almost forgotten in his excitement at seeing a virgin caught in the frenzy of orgasm.
He found cold cream in her medicine cabinet. He dipped his finger deeply in the jar before crouching down behind her and brushing one hand over the divinely contoured swells of her quivering buttocks. He parted those blushing pink asscheeks gently, sighed at the sight of her virginal asshole, and pushed the ball of his cold creamed finger inside.
"Uncle Walter!" she said in alarm. "What're you doing???"
"Hold still, dear. It's all for your own good, " Walter assured her, and eased his whole finger in through the quivering tight hole of her cringing ass.
"It's so big!" she exclaimed, and she sobbed. "And it hurts!"
"That'll soon go away, " Walter said, sliding and screwing and easing his finger in and out of her ass, somehow holding down the excitement that now raged within him as he watched and felt her flinching turn into Teaching for more.
"Is it all right now, Cathy?"
"Oh, yes! Yes, now it feels almost...good!"
"And better all the time, " Walter told her, and savored each of her little shudders as he drew his thick finger out of her ass.
"Stay right where you are, dear. Oh, you're going to like this. It's just what you need. It'll make you feel so good when I'm through."
"Oo, now it tickles!" she said, giggling and wriggling as he inserted the long, thin syringe through her well prepared hole.
"Stay right where you are, " Walter said, and holding the syringe in its place, he pressed the clip on the pink rubber tubing.
"Oh! Oh, Uncle Walter! OH! OH, UNCLE WALTER, MAKE IT STOP!"
"Easy does it. You can do it. Just relax and get ready to hold it all in."
She sobbed and pleaded and begged for him to stop. He soothed her and petted her beautiful ass and told her everything was going to be fine. Her words were lost in her sobbing, but Walter continued, determined to introduce her to the delights of the enema with at least a half bagful on her first time out.
"Now hold it in, dear, " he said, easing the syringe back out. "And straighten up and turn around."
"I can't! I can't hold it in!" she said, trembling with tenseness all over her beautiful body as she turned her tear streaked face to him.
He told her she was doing just fine. He kissed and caressed her, played with her tits and felt he might change his mind in the future about those parts of a woman's body. Her distended belly made it look as if she was six months pregnant, absolutely beautiful. She was already breathing fast with her anguish, and the tempo of it stepped up when Walter's roving hand moved down to her cunt.
He purred his words close to her trembling lips. "Mmm. Your pretty cunt's still nice and wet. Feel nice?"
She quickly nodded. "But my tummy, it's so full it hurts!"
"We'll make it all better. Stand over the toilet now with your legs wide apart, so I can play with your little cunt and make you feel good all over. And hold your water in till I tell you."
"Yes, Uncle Walter!" She was hanging onto him as she waddled back over the open toilet. "Please, Uncle Walter, make me feel good! Make me cum like you did before!"
"Trust me to do that, " Walter said, and got his fingertip right on the quick of her clitoris. "I'll make you cum even better, starting right now!"
"OH! OH, WALTER! ... OH! ... OH! .. . OH!"
It was a beautiful sight to behold. She stood there with her feet spread wide apart and her head thrown back. Her mouth was wide open as she cried out in her ecstasies, and both of her hands were now clutching hard at her quivering tits. Her body was quivering everywhere as Walter finger fucked her. It was vibrating like the head of a snare drum as he said, "All right, darling. Now you can let it all go."
"Uh...uh...UHOHHHHHHHHHH!" Her long, wailing outcry drowned out the sound of the rush of her water into the bowl. Walter kept steadily finger fucking her clitoris while the water gushed out and her trembling changed into twitching and writhing and jerking and she slowly collapsed on the toilet. She was still very beautifully cumming when he took his finger from out of her cunt, and now she was babbling almost incoherently as he laid his hand on her tossing head and guided her face toward his loins.
"Oh, thank you, thank you, you're so wonderful! Uncle Walter, I'm still cumming! Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm! How can I ever .. . MMmmmmmm! Oh, Uncle Wal...ter, mmmmmmmm..."
She was sucking his cock in a beautifully abandoned way. No technique at all, but plenty of licking and sucking and kissing the upright organ she held in her grasping hands. Walter's heavy creaming didn't slow her down a bit. More of his thick, slippery jism went onto her face and into her hair and on her hands and her pajama top than went into her belly. She was still coming down from her first enema aided orgasm when he convinced her to go for a second.
It didn't take much convincing at all for that one, and she was the one who requested a third one. She took a whole bagful of soapy warm water on that one, and she held it all in for several sweet seconds after he'd told her to let it all go. By that time Walter's cock was up hard once again, and Cathy was giggling and squirming all over him and pleading for more.
He told her it was time for him to tuck her in bed. She kept squirming her ass against the sink basin and gazing starry eyed at him while he washed her face, and she was the one who took his hand and led her to his bed.
She lay there licking her lips and roving her hands all over her dear, sweet body, and watching him undress. She nodded her head and quickly turned over at his request, presenting her beautiful ass to him by the light of her bedside lamp.
"You're going to love this, darling, " Walter said as he climbed up on her four poster with her.
"I know I am! I just know it! Do hurry and put it in!"
It was probably the most beautiful thing Walter would ever know in the years that were left to him, the sight of his grizzled old cock parting young, alabaster buttocks, the feel of it sliding deep in an eagerly reaching hole. She was tight, of course, and her slender, firm hips fit perfectly in his hands. He wanted to make it last forever, but with Cathy that was quite impossible.
"Oh, Walter, I do like it! Oh, it feels wonderful! It feels just super good, but it makes my clitty itch so! Can I rub it a little while you fuck me like this! Walter, can I! Please, Walter, please let me play with my cunt!"
Walter stayed her until just the right moment, then reached around her gyrating hips and pressed her hot button, triggering not one, but two soaring orgasms. He poured forth a gallon of jism. She squealed and thrashed and took it, with her asshole wildly demanding still more. He came as he hadn't cum in thirty years, and when he was finished, she nestled like a happy puppy in his arms. He knew it was wrong, but he had to ask the question.
"Cathy, what about you and me getting married?"
"Sure! I'd like that a lot."
"I could make a big TV star out of you."
"Ooo, that'd be fun."
"And you'd be my little Enema Queen."
"Ooooooo, every day and every night and all the time! Can we do it right now?"
"In the morning. We'll have to get a license first. And I'll somehow have to get your mother's permission."
She raised up to look at him and say, "Do you have to have a license to give enemas?"
He chuckled and said, "To get married, dear. My God, me with a child bride. Let's kiss goodnight now and get some sleep."
She gave him a kiss on the mouth and said, "Will you kiss me goodnight down here?"
"Darling, I'm a little tired by now."
"Ooo, but it itches again so bad."
"For my Enema Queen, anything, " Walter said, and went to do her bidding, and found that he wasn't so tired at all.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Marcy's cunt was still tender and swollen when she walked up to Helga's front porch and rang the bell Her hair was done up in a bun, she was wearing a very plain dress and flat shoes, and looking altogether as matronly as she could manage to look. Helga answered the door in a long white terry cloth robe, and seemed startled to find that her caller was Marcy Cooper. She looked pale as she nervously asked Marcy inside.
"I wasn't expecting company, but this is a pleasant surprise, " Helga said. "I was taking a nap."
"At the end of a hard day's work?" Marcy said, looking disapprovingly up at the taller woman.
"Yes, I, uh... May I get you some coffee? Or perhaps a glass of sherry?"
"I think we might both appreciate a glass or two of sherry while we talk about Cathy, " Marcy replied.
Marcy sat down on the couch while Helga went to get the wine. She didn't expect Helga to confess that she'd seduced Cathy, and her plan was to lead Helga to show that she was a lesbian before confronting her with the fact that Cathy had told her all about it. Helga returned with fresh make up on her face and a bottle of sherry and two glasses on a tray. The two women sat on the couch and sipped wine. Helga had no intentions whatsoever of making sexual advances at Marcy. She was deeply in love with her daughter, Cathy, and didn't really consider herself to be a lesbian at all. Both women were nervous, and each of them therefore was drinking the wine too fast. Marcy was looking ahead to the very near future, when they'd all be traveling together and promoting Cathy's career, and Helga was looking ahead to a time when she and Cathy could live together as lovers, and never have to see Marcy again. And Marcy was looking ahead to those times on the road when she could summon Helga to her bed and have the tall, blonde lesbian eat her cunt, while Helga was guiltily thinking back to how she had once again tricked Marcy's daughter into having sex with her that very afternoon.
Marcy led the conversation all around the edges of female loneliness and masculine roughness. Helga kept leading it back to swimming and diving and women's athletics. The level of the wine in the bottle quickly diminished, and Marcy was feeling its effects as she tried a more direct approach.
She cupped her hands under her tits and said, "I've been worrying lately that Cathy's been maturing too quickly. If her breasts get to be as big as mine, they'll interfere with her swimming speed."
Helga knew very well Cathy's tits were already too big for a competitive swimmer, but she said, "Oh, no. This is nothing to worry about."
Marcy smiled and went on fondling and cupping her tits. "Big tits are always an asset when it comes to nasty old men, but not when it comes to athletics. But you have a pair of big tits. Did that hurt your career as a diver?"
"Not at all, " Helga lied, and watched as if paralyzed as Marcy reached out and untied her sash and opened her robe.
"Beauties!" Marcy murmured, and indeed she hadn't expected to find such a pair of big, heavily pendant tits on a woman as slim as Helga. She tested their weight in her hands, feeling wonder-fully mischievous in teasing a lesbian like this.
Helga still sat as if paralyzed. It was utterly weird to see and feel Cathy's mother's hands on her tits. Though she didn't like it at all, she couldn't help but react to it, for she couldn't help but think about Cathy's hands caressing her tits. Helga's nipples became stiff and elongated as Marcy toyed with her big, round tits. When Marcy's fingers gently pulled at her stiffened nipples, Helga very clearly felt it in her cunt. Helga was getting aroused and she didn't like it at all, and so she brushed Marcy's hands away from her and reached for the bottle to refill their glasses.
Marcy giggled and sipped her wine and said, "Yeah, you've sure got'em. They're as big as mine, and my tits make it hard for me to swim fast. You want to see?"
Helga sat nervously clutching her wine glass, then gulped down its contents as the smiling Marcy opened the front of her dress, baring a beautiful pair of tits. Helga's tits were big and round, drawn down into discoid shape by their weight. Marcy's tits were equally big, but much more conical and upright. Marcy's nipples were bright pink cones, turgidly stiff and pointing accusingly at Helga as Marcy warmly caressed the fully rounded under swells of her tits. Helga's nipples were larger, drawn down into ovals by the weight of her tits.
Marcy reached behind her head and loosened her hair, and her lovely big tits swayed and jiggled as she shook out her long red tresses, fondling her tits once again, and saying, "Cathy tells me you've done your best to keep her tits from getting so big. Some sort of exercise. I suppose it's too late for me, but would you show me what it is you do with her?"
Helga certainly didn't want to lay hands on Cathy's mother, but nevertheless her hands were reaching out and touching those beautiful tits. She stumbled and stammered through some sort of an explanation about breast reduction massage while Marcy sighed and smiled and inched closer to her on the couch.
Now that she'd touched Marcy's tits, Helga didn't want to let them go. Of course they were wonderfully sensuous to touch and a perfect delight to caress, but they were also a preview of Cathy's tits as the girl grew into a woman. More than slightly drunk by then, Helga dreamed on to her future with Cathy as she fondled and squeezed the big tits of Cathy's mother.
Marcy was getting drunk, too, and certainly getting aroused. She had worn neither panties nor bra beneath her dress, and as her daughter's lesbian lover played with her tits, she could feel the soreness of her cunt being replaced by very moist comfort. Looking down at Helga's long, graceful hands caressing her tits, she was now looking forward to sometime soon when Cathy's hands would be there, too. Why not? From what she'd so far experienced of lesbian sex, it was certainly thrilling. And it would be even more thrilling with two women loving her up, one of whom was her daughter. Furthermore, with both Marcy and Helga helping Cathy in her career, she would surely succeed without any help from Walter. The Olympics, Hollywood, TV, anything seemed possible to conquer with their triple charms.
"Mmm. Your hands feel so nice on my tits. D'you mind?" Marcy said, and reached for Helga's warm globes. "So much better than a man's hands. Don't you think?"
"I... have very little experience with men, " Helga said, by then completely mesmerized by Marcy's big tits in her hands, and by Marcy's hands softly working on her naked tits.
"I can't understand why, " Marcy said, moving closer still, and successfully hiking the hem of her skirt past mid thigh as she did so. "You've not only got a beautiful pair of tits, you're a very beautiful woman. So warm and soft and loving, I'd think every man you met would be after you."
"I've been pursued. I've been caught. But the men who've caught me have all been disappointed, and haven't come back to try again. You have very beautiful tits, too, Marcy. I'll bet you have no trouble with your men."
"No trouble except getting tired of them with their rough hands and their hard old cocks. I much prefer softness, " said Marcy, licking her very soft lips with a tongue that was too inviting for Helga to resist.
It seemed as if Helga was kissing Cathy at first. But Cathy's sweet lips never tasted of the mature, womanly lust that flowed forth from the lips of her mother. What began as a soft touching of lips suddenly zoomed into a hot, closely clasping embrace, with both women now mauling the tits they'd been fondling, and each of them probing deeply with her tongue in search of more of the taste of the other. When the long kiss was ended, both women were panting and looking hotly into each other's eyes.
"Helga, what are you doing to me?" Marcy ardently asked.
"I didn't mean to ... " Helga's words were cut off by Marcy's hot mouth, demanding and giving much more of the sample they'd already taken.
They strained at each other now, twisting ever closer on the couch. Helga's robe had come open and Marcy's hands were inside it, and Marcy's skirt was now up to her hips and Helga's hand was clutching hard at her soft, full thigh. Helga was still getting jumbled up flashes that this was Cathy in her arms, but Cathy had never responded with such demanding ardor to any of the kisses they had shared in this house.
Marcy suddenly pushed Helga away, then grabbed her and kissed her again. She was really very hot, but acting much hotter, and doing her best to make it seem as if Helga was the aggressor.
"What are you doing to me?" said Marcy. "My God, I've never felt this way with a man in my life. Helga, how can we keep away from each other when we go with Cathy to her swim meets? I had no idea you were a lesbian. I never dreamed any woman could make me feel that way, too. If we go on, Cathy's sure to find out about us. And when she does, we're sure to drag her right into bed with us. Helga, we've got to stop this madness!" Marcy said, and threw herself at the highly aroused and hotly confused blonde and kissed her more passionately still.
Helga didn't know who it was she had in her arms, and she could no longer care. She had hot, lusting feminine beauty all around her, and although her eyes were closed, she could clearly see it was Cathy Cooper she held in her arms. She saw Cathy and some other woman she didn't care who thrashing and wrestling naked on a bed.
There were enough silken arms and legs to make it seem as if there were three women there on the couch, and certainly enough naked tits.
Helga found her hand was up under a skirt and encountering naked cunt, all hot and wet and hairy. For an instant she realized it was the cunt of Cathy's mother she was feeling, but then a pair of warm thighs closed hard on her hand and it didn't matter whose cunt it was. At that moment, Helga gave up any pretense of being less than a lusting lesbian and cast aside any restraints.
"Just relax, my pretty, " Helga purred at the delicate ear of the girl she was with. "We're alone and no one can see us. I'll make you feel so good. What a warm, lovely cunt you've got. And such gorgeous big tits. This kind of love is the best there is. Relax. Lie back. I'll make you feel better than you ever dreamed you could feel. I'll make it so you'll laugh at the next man who tries to shove his dirty cock up your beautiful cunt."
All aglow with good feeling, Marcy lay back on the couch, quite ready to receive the ardent attentions of this woman who needed her so, and who would do all in her power not only to make Cathy famous and Marcy rich, but also do all she could to satisfy them both sexually. As Helga buried her mouth in Marcy's soft throat and warmly rubbed at her cunt, Marcy smiled at the thought of her doing those same thing to her in a Hollywood hotel suite. As Helga cast off her terrycloth robe and started lavishly kissing Marcy's lolling tits, Marcy could see it all happening just like that in a New York penthouse. Marcy spread her naked legs and settled down to enjoy the first of thousands of cunt kissing she'd get from this woman as they traveled all over the world.
Marcy's dress was all bunched up about her waist. Helga's hot kisses went up and down from there to Marcy's panting mouth several times before they crossed that border of twisted cloth. Marcy indeed had a gorgeous cunt, a triangular patch of silky red hair set closely between a pair of soft, superbly tanned thighs. Consumed by the freedom of being an all out lesbian at last, Helga had to have all of that beautiful cunt. And Marcy certainly wanted her to have it.
"Yes, darling! Oh, please!" Marcy said, with her hand on the back of Helga's neck. "Oh, how I want to feel your hot mouth on my cunt. I've had it done for me before, but only by dirty old men, and never by a beautiful woman like you. Ever since I first saw you I wanted to feel your mouth down there between my legs, kissing me, sucking me, making me feel like a woman at last. Kiss it, darling! Helga, put your beautiful mouth on my beautiful cunt and kiss it and suck it all over!"
Inspired by this, Helga climbed up on the couch to get her hot face completely in between the legs of this beautiful woman so willing to surrender herself completely to the delights of lesbian love. Her cunt was a deep split, edged with lips whose pink flesh showed up brightly and wetly through the silky red hair of her cunt. Helga lowered her face and kissed all through the red hair, felt a sustaining surge of lesbian lust as the woman below her arched up her body to offer her more of her cunt.
Helga was grinning as she covered the cunt with hot kisses, avoiding the most sensitive parts of the cunt, those parts which she knew so well, and building the woman up to a frenzy of wanting and sharing before she would go on to satisfy her as she'd never been satisfied before. She wanted this woman begging and pleading before that would happen. She wanted this woman completely enslaved to the touch of another woman's mouth on her cunt, so much so that she'd never again look at a man without laughing at him. Without even extending her tongue from her hotly kissing mouth, Helga soon had the red haired cunt dancing and leaping and reaching before her face. Then she threw one leg over the writhing body on her couch and moved in with her flashing tongue and her sucking lips.
The first stab of the lesbian's long warm tongue through her slit brought Marcy on up to orgasm. She'd been led to that point very beautifully, and now as she reached it she cried out in her ecstasy and clutched at whatever she could in her burgeoning need to hold onto the pleasures she felt in her cunt. Her hands clasped around Helga's silken smooth arms that seemed thicker than they should have been, and Marcy opened her eyes to realize she was holding Helga's legs.
Not a foot before her face was Helga's cunt, a thick tangle of blonde hair that was somehow very wildly beautiful. Panting and arching her orgasming body upward, Marcy clung to the legs and stared at the cunt and let the good feeling flow. Helga was right, what woman needed a dirty old man when she could feel like this? Who needed a gnarled old cock in her cunt when soft warm tongues such as Helga's were available? Who needed a hairy old back to hang onto when there were smooth, long flanks like these to stroke? Marcy stretched out in her orgasmic luxury and felt the far more sensuous flesh of Helga's love, slim ass cheeks, and her hands closed on these and squeezed very fondly to show Helga that all of her tongue lashing were greatly appreciated.
Helga settled down to eating cunt. She knew it wasn't the adored little cunt of Cathy Cooper she was eating, but by then she knew she was such a complete lesbian that any cunt at all would do. Why should she fight when those urges were very natural to herself?
She licked and kissed through the plump wet lips of this woman's hot cunt. She breathed in its fragrance and lapped up its goodness and went back for more. She fastened her lips around the cunt's throbbing clitoris and she wriggled her belly closer against the soft, warm pair of tits underneath her.
Marcy saw Helga's cunt coming down to her face and at first she tried to escape it. She tried to twist her face away, but all that her panting mouth encountered was more of the satiny flesh of the thighs that her hands had been appreciating. Her hands were now locked on Helga's ass cheeks, for they felt so superb she couldn't let go of them. Still the hairy tangle of Helga's crotch descended, so close now that Marcy could see the long slit that ran through the matted and tufted hair. There seemed to be no escaping from Helga's cunt, though Marcy tried. Still closer it came, and now Marcy's hands went to Helga's slim hips to push them away. But now Helga's tits could be felt on her belly, and that sweet sensation brought on yet another peak in Marcy's orgasm, and as she writhed and arched in response to it, her face lifted up into the aura of Helga's cuntal scent.
Marcy had been smelling it all along, and being repelled by it. But now when the gust of it hit her, it seemed like the essence of musky perfume. She raised up her head once again, breathing deeply, and the musk was so strong that she had to have more of it still. Her arms encircled Helga's athletically soft hips. Her nose brushed against tendrils of hair as she inhaled again. Another orgasmic peak seized Marcy and made her cling even harder to the wonderful woman who made it all possible, and now her whole face was enveloped in the hairy, musky, hot loins of another woman, and she almost fainted with the overwhelming scent of sex.
But it was the taste that seduced her. She couldn't help but taste it, for her lips were pressed against cuntal lips, those latter lips were all plump and slippery, deliciously scented and tasting even better than they smelled. Marcy thrust out her tongue tip for one little taste of pure cunt, and her arms locked around Helga's hips to mash the cunt hard on her mouth.
Helga's orgasm came more from surprise than from pure sensation. She hadn't had her cunt sucked since she was a girl, and she certainly didn't reject its sucking now. She waddled her hips in the tightly encircling arms and squirmed her cunt down on the face of the woman below her, and the woman responded with ardor.
Marcy was being suffocated with cunt and she loved it! Her fingers dug deep into Helga's buttocks and her tongue flashed through Helga's hot, wet slit. It wasn't enough! Marcy had to have more, and to this end she thrashed and heaved and succeeded in getting them both on their sides, where she could push Helga's legs very widely apart and make a feast of her cunt.
It was all there before her! Fuck hole and cunt lips and clitoris and hair, taste and smell and orgasming woman flesh, all these were hers! She had often sixty-nined with a man, but never with a woman, and perhaps it was this and the wickedness of it that made her demand still more.
Helga found that the woman whose cunt she was eating was agile as well as strong. She found herself wrestled onto her back while her cunt was being devoured. It wasn't just her cunt, it was her entire crotch that was being sucked and licked and kissed and lapped to such an enormous extent that all she could do was cum, cum, CUM! She couldn't even pay proper attention to the wet, matted cunt that writhed before her upturned face. It was all she could do to hold onto her sanity while orgasms burst and burst inside her to almost a point of pain.
"YES!" Helga cried. "EAT MY CUNT! LICK IT, SUCK IT, DARLING, MAKE ME CUM!
URRRRRRRRRGH! OH, MY BEAUTIFUL LESBIAN LOVER, EAT MY CUNT!"
Marcy needed no further encouragement at this, but it was most welcome. She burrowed her face still deeper into the wide open crotch, kissing wildly, clasping closely against the slim, frenzied body beneath her, still cumming herself though now there was nothing but hot breath and hot words kissing her cunt. She was savage in her attack upon Helga's cunt. The wildness she knew had to be shared, and this was the woman to share it with, now and forever. She used every part of her very wet face from her chin to her nose in her frantic efforts to make Helga feel as she was feeling.
"OH! OH, IT'S TOO MUCH!" Helga cried, orgasming painfully hard now, and unable to keep from orgasming still more. "CATHY, STOP! CATHY, LET ME REST FOR A MOMENT! OH! OH, CATHY, PLEASE!"
Marcy didn't know if she was Marcy or Cathy. All she knew was that she was eating cunt at last, after having deprived herself of this great joy for far too long. Every touch of Helga's hands, every taste of her slippery hot cunt sustained Marcy's orgasm, until at last she couldn't bear the sweet burden of that any more.
Marcy hugged Helga's cunt to her face with all of her might. She tried to climb into that cunt face first, hoping never to see or feel another troublesome cock for as long as she lived. Men were the source of all her trouble, women were the relief from all care. Marcy sucked cunt till she was exhausted. She collapsed on top of the wonderful Helga panting and saying, "The three of us ...you and me and Cathy. Between the three of us, we'll cunt fuck and tongue fuck every diving judge in the world, and we'll get to the top. Cunts, give me cunts, give me nothing but cunts and success!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Marcy slipped off into a heavy slumber, so heavy that she didn't wake up when Helga wriggled out from under her. Helga sat down on the floor beside the couch to recover from the unexpected onslaught of Marcy's lesbian lusts. She didn't want to experience that sort of thing again, not with any woman, and especially not with the mother of the girl she loved. The thing Marcy Cooper had done and said frightened Helga. She feared for Cathy's future and she had to do something about her fears.
Marcy might wake up at any moment. Helga got up and threw a coat over her naked body, wanting to be gone from the house and on her way to Cathy's rescue before her violently lustful mother awoke. She had no plan for Cathy other than to get her away from the life of the rapacious lesbian that her mother apparently had in mind for her.
Ten minutes later, Helga was at the Cooper house. She got in through the unlocked back door and went through the house softly calling for Cathy. She was shocked at the sight she beheld in the girl's bedroom.
Cathy lay on the bed naked, arms and legs splayed in the tangle of her sex reeking bedclothes. And there below her, half on and half off the bed, lay the equally naked body of Walter Van Blancen, Marcy's partner in her nefarious scheme to promote the career of her innocent daughter through sex. It was all very clear to Helga then, and it so infuriated her that she snatched up a hairbrush from Cathy's dresser and attacked the sleeping form of the filthy old rapist seducer with fury and vengeance.
Walter had fallen asleep while nursing on the cunt of the beautiful virgin Cathy. He awoke to a rain of blows being delivered by the lesbian who had already ravished the girl he intended to marry. Cathy slept on through it all as at first Walter tried to defend himself, then launched himself at Helga Rasmussen with an anger he hadn't felt in years.
She swung at him as he drove her back out of Cathy's bedroom, defending against her shower of blows with his elbows and forearms. She was calling him a rapist and a pervert and a filthy old man, and he was dodging and ducking and warding off blows till he could mount a counterattack.
"OOF!" He drove the wind out of her by burying his shoulder in her shockingly fragile midsection. His force drove her backwards across the room, where she staggered about, clutching at her belly and dropping the hairbrush. Walter snatched it up and swung it at her, landing a resoundingly good smack with the flat of it as she leaped and tried to twist away. Now he saw she had nothing on under her coat, and he knew she'd come there to slip into Cathy's bed and further pervert her. He kept on with his attack, yanking her coat aside to land hard, smacking blows on the bare flesh of her twisting, retreating body.
Helga's retreat was panicked and blind, and it led her into Marcy's bedroom. She was dodging and twisting in every direction, quite in vain, as the cruelly smiling rapist continued with his sadistic attack. She stumbled back against Marcy's bed, recovered and tried to dart for the door. He caught her by the tail of her coat and ripped that garment from her as he threw her down on the bed.
Walter's wild fury mounted at the sight of the naked body that had embraced Cathy Cooper's naked form. He threw himself at Helga and pinned her down. He wanted to strangle the woman, but reason prevailed, and he therefore straddled the thrashing small of her back and started to seriously punish her.
The back of the hairbrush was turning her asscheeks from pink to rosy red. That, and the frenzied wriggling of her back against Walter's balls had his cock on the rise. He ignored the loveliness of her ass, for this was a lesbian seductress, the lowest kind of woman in the world. He couldn't change what she'd already done to Cathy, but he might be able to make her think several times before doing it to some other young innocent like her.
Now the backs of her thighs were reddening under his paddling, too. Still he kept on, concentrating on her slim, oval buttocks, making them leap and quiver and jump under his punishing hand. She was sobbing quite loudly and writhing less, but still Walter's cock remained firmly upright, like a high priest overseeing the punishment of a sinner. Now she stopped altogether in her struggling, and Walter paused to catch his breath. Her buttocks were beautifully red, like a flaming sunset, and they felt satisfyingly hot to the touch. But even blistered buttocks would heal, and soon enough the lesbian would be back to her old filthy tricks with young girls. A spanking wasn't nearly enough of a lesson for a woman like this, and Walter had the means at hand to properly punish her. He climbed off her back and rolled her over and parted her legs very widely.
She was breathing very fast through her open mouth, but she seemed to be unconscious. With her arms flung out from her sides, her big, flattened tits reminded him of a pair of especially soft and lovely buttocks which were capped with big nipples. Her waist was incredibly long and slim, her hips were sleek and narrow, and her filthy blonde cunt was the trap that had lured countless girls to the lesbian way of life. It was so big and beautiful and hairy and wet that Walter felt like burying his own face in it for just a few seconds, so he knew very well how Helga's girls lost their heads over her. Cock in hand, he positioned himself over her panting, sweating body and proceeded to ravish her thoroughly.
"Ow!" They both cried out in unison, though Helga's outcry was by far the most piercing and sharp. Walter's cry came from having his hard cock bent double as he tried to jam it in through the lesbian's fuck hole. Helga's cry came from the very stout club that had hit her cunt.
Small as Walter's cock was, Helga's fuck hole was smaller. He couldn't believe it, he thought she was fighting the penetration with powerful cuntal muscles, and he continued to try to force his cock inside her. Helga, weakened by the cruel beating, did all she could to escape from more cuntal pain, twisting and turning under his heavy, naked body, crying out and begging him to stop.
Her pleading only further enraged him. He shoved even harder, felt his stiff cock bent double again, and now as he backed off to lunge once again, she managed to twist away from him.
She was crawling rapidly over the bed. He could see her lesbian's cunt mocking him from between her long, slim thighs. He caught her ankle and dragged her back, determined now to fuck her in the most primitive and humiliated of manners, dog fashion, for she was a bitch.
Her struggling hips were hot in his hands from the beating he'd given her when he got her into position. Her ass cheeks were even hotter against his belly as he shoved and probed at her still resisting cunt with his cock. It was all slick and slippery wet down there in the hair, but still not wet enough to let him get in. He drew back for one more attempt, she dodged, and his cock plunged inside her asshole.
"YAAA A A A A A!" Helga had no idea what it was, pain or pleasure, but she'd never felt anything close to it in her life. And, not knowing what it was, she had to feel more. Gone was any fatigue she had felt. Gone was the pain of the beating. What came on in place of those thing was every bit of her splendidly trained and conditioned body as it reached out in every direction for more of the wonderful thing in her asshole.
Walter no longer quite knew what he had ahold of, but he knew he couldn't let go. Her asshole was nice and tight and good and slick from her cunt juice, but that was the smallest part of the action in this marvelous butt fuck he'd quite literally fallen into. The lesbian was going wild! Her body was like a serpent's body, souped-up on high speed drugs, but still supremely sensuous and soft. She was sweating and it made her body slick, though never once as slick as the tight little hole that was so wildly, so crazily massaging his cock. He forgot about his revenge for the moment, more than content to hold onto her jerking and gyrating hips while she thrashed up the bed and ripped her hot asshole up and down the length of his cock.
"Urrrrrgh! URRRRRGH! OH OH OH, URR RRRGGH!"
The groans came up from the depths of Helga's bowels, gained momentum in her guts, swept down through her cunt, and exploded in a fresh fucking frenzy. What she'd experienced at first penetration, fantastic as it had been, now paled into nothing as this thing hit her. She realized it was only an orgasm, something that happened to other women daily, but that made it no less astounding to her when she felt it.
It seized her and shook her, inside and out, and made her aware that she was a woman. Her nipples, her toenails, the lobes of her ears, every part of her body came awake as a woman, and especially her hotly flying, ever squirming ass. Hot chills raced about in her body, seeking somewhere that wasn't already in orgasm and, finding none, they burst forth through her brain. She thought she'd go mad, and she loved the feeling and clutched back behind her for more of it.
Her fingers dug deep in his hips. She lost control of her body, and it arched forward, shivering and shaking, her asshole keeping very tight hold on his precious cock. She teetered on the tightrope of total insanity, wringing every last bit of ecstasy from the wonderful cock of this wonderful man, and then she twisted her head about to look over her shoulder in disbelief at the man who had done this thing to her.
"Did you cum?" Walter said. "Yes!" she replied, as a wonderful aftershock hit her, ripping up and down her taut body, making her grind her hot ass cheeks still harder against Walter's wonderfully hard, hairy loins.
"Then why must you fuck with girls like Cathy?" Walter demanded, lunged his cock up through her ass.
There was no way Helga could answer, for that one lunge of his sent off into new paroxysms of heavy, orgasmic pleasure. She could neither speak nor see as Walter's pistoning cock plunged in and out of her asshole. All she could do was feel the. violently exquisite sensations of massaged all over, from the inside out, all she could hear were sirens going off inside her and all she could see was a vivid violet starburst of dazzling intensity. Still holding hard to his hips, she bent forward to give him more of her ass to fuck and to feel more of his cock reaming in and out through her most grateful asshole. She had never before thought about the fact that there might be nerve ending inside her back there, but now she became acquainted with each and every one through the heavenly miracle of Walter's hard cock jamming and slipping and sliding in and out through her butt. Those nerve ending there sent transmissions on through the rest of her body, and she was all aflutter everywhere when Walter's cock once again came to rest, balls deep between her flaming buttocks.
"With a body like yours, you could have any man you want. Why pick on girls?" Walter asked her. "Nice and slim, not half a pound of fat anywhere on you, and a set of tits that could get you on the cover of a magazine. Too bad you just go for girls."
Helga couldn't explain to him just then that the only thing in the world she went for was his cock up her ass. Girls? As far as she was concerned just then, she was the only girl in the world, and he was the one who had proven that. As he'd spoken, he'd looked with his hands for that pound of fat on her long, slender body. That hadn't started her cumming again, but it had started her writhing in sensual ecstasy. When he'd mentioned his admiration for her tits, he'd put Ms hands there, and that had started the first roaring of orgasm. And those had started her hips to flying, zooming her up to the peak of her climax and holding her there while she bumped and jammed and shoved her red hot ass back against Walter in an all out effort to feel more and still more of the fast flying friction of his cock. For a moment she feared she was raking long gashes down his hips with her clawing hands. Then she didn't care. Nothing at all mattered between them except having him close like this, with his cock in her asshole like this, with his hands on her tits and his hot breath panting hard at her ear. His cock came to a halt in her asshole, and her explosively hot orgasm continued on a lower level as she tried to twist about and kiss his dear face and tell him she was his forever.
"If you cum like this with a man, " Walter said, before Helga could speak, "you must go completely out of your mind with a woman. I've got a good mind to cunt fuck you and see how you like that. Is that hole open to me now? Would you still fight back if I slipped my hard cock in you here?"
"FUCK ME IN THE ASS!" Helga screamed, as Walter's hand went to her cunt.
"MY CUNT IS TOO SMALL FOR A COCK, BUT MY ASSHOLE IS YOURS, NOW AND FOREVER!" she cried, doing her best to prove that with her asshole as well as with her words.
Just as he'd suggested, she was now completely out of her mind. His one hand on her cunt, rubbing and frigging and pulling at her clitoris, his other hand on her tits, roiling and rolling them both and pulling at their nipples, were marvelous supplements to the hot driving friction of his cock, a friction Helga was now producing in many ways.
"I DON'T WANT ANY GIRLS! I WANT YOU IN MY ASS!" she shouted, reaching for him with everything she had.
To an outside observer it may have seemed as if the long, slender, big titted blonde was trying to escape from the buggering, for her elegant legs were going through all the motions of running and her hips were surging forward and back. The scissoring of her legs served to squirm her quivering buttocks hard against him and his cock, and the surging motions of her hips sucked his cock in and out of her faster and deeper than ever. Helga's body was running and flying in place, but the clue for the outside observer as to her demanding need to stay right where she was, was her hands reaching back to hold onto Walter's ass.
"IT'S TOO SWEET, IT'S TOO GOOD, I CAN'T STAND ANY MORE PERFECTION!" Helga shrieked. "CUM IN ME, SHOOT IN ME, GUSH IN ME, GIVE ME AN ENEMA WITH YOUR WONDERFUL JISM!"
That five letter word pulled a trigger inside Walter's body, and Helga's wildly contorting body pulled that trigger down. The trigger sent off rockets of jism blazing with tails of magnesium white that went shooting up through his balls "OH! YES! CUMMING! ENEMA! CUMMING!" Walter cried, helplessly thrashing and churning against this marvelous woman, helplessly shooting long, searing streamers of jism up between her squirming buttocks and deep inside the tight ring of her pulsing, throbbing asshole.
"MORE! Please give me MORE!" Helga shouted, moving like lightning in every direction, twisting about to lavish kisses on his panting mouth, sandwiching his hands between her hands and her tits and her cunt, and feeling his cock grow to astonishing proportions each time it spurted a fresh surge of jism inside her sparkling, vibrantly soaring body.
"No more. No more for now, " Walter said, lest his balls join his jism and come rushing up through the end of his cock.
"But you will stay with me a while?" Helga plaintively asked.
Walter's cock had never found a hotter, tighter, altogether sweeter hole to rest in. It soaked there most happily in the steadily pulsing ring as he smiled and said, "Yes, for a while. But don't you want to get back and take more advantage of poor little Cathy?"
"Walter, I only tried to help her!" said Helga, twisting about to convince him with her eyes as well as with her words, and by so doing eking another lovely little gusher of jism from out of his cock. "If we played some sex games together, it was only because we were lonely, and because she needed someone to hold in the urges awakening in her. Yes, I've laid with other women, but I swear that will never happen again. Now that I've known a real man you, Walter, my beloved, I will do without sex completely unless I can have you again. Walter, believe me, I need you!"
"You need me to fuck you in the ass?"
"Yes! Ohhhh, yes!" she declared, shivers going through her again, feverish shivers she'd never known before.
"You mean you like me to, uh, well, give you an enema with my cock?"
Helga's hot writhing ceased and she went rigid. She looked back over her smooth, soft shoulder beseechingly and said, "Did I say that, too? I must confess to you. My father used to give me enemas, and that was the closest thing to true ecstasy I have ever known up till nowAnd then later, when I had failed in my career as a diver, I became a physical therapist, and I administered high colonics to many people. And Walter, I liked that, I did. I... I have something strange in me about giving and taking enemas, but you must know everything about me. Are you terribly disappointed in me?"
Walter drew in a long breath before he answered, "Helga, I don't believe you. It's something I'll have to see for myself. While I was with Cathy and by the way, I did not fuck that poor, lonely girl, I happened to see an enema bag hanging up in her bathroom."
He felt Helga's body shiver against him. He felt her temperature rise several degrees. And he certainly felt her asshole close upon his cock now She looked close to fainting and every part of her body was in soft, squirming motion again as she said, 'Do you want me to go get it?"
Walter shook his head, for his cock was fully hard once again, and he said, "In a while. Don't be impatient. First let's see if we can get you up on your hands and knees without letting my cock slip out of your adorable little asshole."
CHAPTER NINE
Marcy's brother, Barlow Johnson, parked his battered old pickup truck in front of her house and got out. It was just after dawn, and Barlow had already tended to all the chores on his ranch in the hills outside the city, although it wasn't his ranch any more as of that day. He had sold it, and now he was in the city to pick up his son, Johnny, and take him on a long camping trip before buying some undeveloped land and establishing another ranch.
He didn't expect anyone to be awake at his sister's house yet, so he didn't bother to ring the bell. He went around to the rear and found the back door open, and he entered the house. He figured on taking a shower and having a shave, having some breakfast and talking with his sister, and then taking off with his son on their trip.
Not wanting to track up Marcy's carpets, he took off his shoes in her kitchen before going farther into the house. Not aware that Johnny slept out in the poolside cabana, Barlow looked for the boy's bedroom. He found Marcy's bedroom first, and smiled and shook his head at the sight of the woman he thought to be Marcy who was sleeping in the bed. She and some guy were huddled under the covers, and Barlow quietly retreated. He found the second bedroom of the house had been converted into a TV room. In the third bedroom, he found his niece Cathy sleeping, and he didn't retreat from there.
She had grown quite a bit since he'd last seen her. And he could see all of her now because she was naked as a jaybird and the covers of her bed were thrown out all around her. She sure was a good looking girl. She had a really nice set of tits on her, very plumply conical, and capped with the prettiest pink aureoles and nipples he'd seen in a long, long time. Her body was slim and her skin was pure satin and softness, without a wrinkle or a blemish. She looked amazingly healthy in spite of her city upbringing. Flung out in every direction, her long legs and arms looked extremely graceful. Her lovely face was sweet and innocent in repose, rosy pink lips slightly parted, long brown lashes kissing her smooth young cheeks. And there between her legs was nestled the cutest little cunt he'd ever seen in all his life, all pink and sweet and open and so very inviting he had to stand there and smile at it while he rubbed his cock through his soiled blue overalls.
Barlow had himself a good long look at his niece. Being the parent of a teenager himself, he knew she wouldn't wake up that easily at this time of day. And if she did, it was only her old Uncle Barlow there in the room with her, and she'd find no fault with that. He was still looking back at her as he went on into her bathroom, and she was still sleeping so soundly she wouldn't be disturbed by the sounds of his bathing.
He left the door open while he scrubbed with her scented soap. The clothes he'd left piled in a corner of his bathroom stunk when he got out of the shower. He could see her in the mirror while he scraped off his week's growth of beard. He wrapped a towel around his waist and stood in her bathroom doorway to look at her and do a little daydreaming while she slept.
Barlow Johnson wasn't tall, but he was big. He had thick, sloping shoulders, heavy arms, and a deep, hairy chest. His waist was thick, but it wasn't layered with fat. His buttocks were large, and so were his thighs and calves, and his cock was so big and powerful it easily lifted the hem of the towel and peered out at Cathy with him. Barlow covered his cock as best he could with the towel before walking silently forward and sitting down on Cathy's bed.
She woke up and squealed, yanked a sheet up over her fine big upstanding tits, and then recognized him. Through her brief panic, Barlow sat smiling and silent, and then she calmed down a bit and said, "Uncle Barlow! I didn't recognize you without your ...without your whiskers."
"And without my clothes. I'm just passin' through. Where's Johnny?"
Cathy told him where Johnny slept, but Barlow stayed where he was, for he'd always liked Cathy and he hadn't seen a pretty girl in a long time. Very soon she calmed down. He told her about his plans and kept up a slow conversation while he kept crossing his legs and brushing his hands over his big, thick cock to keep it from itching too bad while they talked. She glanced down there once and then several more times, and a lovely pink blush suffused her cheeks, reminding him of the color of her nipples. He accidentally let the towel slip aside.
"Oh, Uncle Barlow!" She cowered back from him, but she didn't look away from the bulbous big knob of his cock that lurked out from under the edge of the towel.
He chuckled and said he was sorry, but he didn't cover it up. He said, "If a gal's never seen one before, she don't know what it is. And if she has seen a man's cock, she knows it's nothin' to be afraid of. What kind of a gal are you, Cathy?"
He stretched, and his cock rose right up through the gap in the towel. "Oh, Uncle Barlow!" Cathy exclaimed, and scrambled back and got up on her knees, holding the sheet up in front of her, but not in front of one of her tits. Eyes wide and blinking, mouth open wide enough to take in a cock even as big as Barlow's, she stayed there on her knees with one of her tits so invitingly naked that Barlow couldn't think of leaving her then.
Barlow patted the bed beside him and said, "Come on, sit down. You got no call to be afraid o' me. Sit down, let's talk some more. It's been a long time since I talked all alone with a pretty young gal like you, and you know I ain't gonna hurt you."
Staring all the way, fumbling about with the bedsheet in front of her, Cathy sat down beside him again. He rattled on about this thing and that, and she kept looking at his cock. He scratched at it, shifted it about, even stroked it, and she kept twisting the sheet against her tits and looking at it with increasing, anxiety.
At last she blurted out, "Uncle Barlow, you've got such a big one! I didn't know men's thing got so big!"
Barlow sighed and moved closer. His knee nudged against Cathy's as he parted his thighs, exposing the proportionate size of his big, hairy balls and letting the towel stay behind so all of his very thick cock stood stoutly up from his loins. He sighed again and said, "I might be bigger than most, I don't know. I know I never had a woman complain about my cock. You want to feel how hard a cock can get? Here, gimme your hand."
He had to pull her hand away from her breast. It came slowly and jerkily in his big paw, and it jerked away the moment it first touched his cock, but then quickly grabbed it, exclaiming, "Uncle Barlow, it feels so hot!"
"Hot and hard and horny, " he chuckled. "Your hand feels nice and cool on it. And soft. Go on, take a good grip on it. You sure can't hurt it, and it sure does feel good on this end. Rub it a little, stroke it a little, like this, " Barlow said, and wrapped his big hand around his cock and gave it a few good strokes.
Cathy pushed his hand aside and grabbed it with both of hers. The sheet fell away, laying both of her lovely young tits bare, but she noticed that not at all as she stroked his cock with both hands, saying, "Like this? Is that the way to do it? Oh, Uncle Barlow, it's so big and hot and hard!"
"A whole lot harder than these, " Barlow said, and reached up and ran his callused hand over her tits.
She stopped her stroking and started panting, looking down at his hand at play on her tits. She stifled a gasp when he pulled at her pretty pink nipples, nice and gentle, and when he gently squeezed one of her tits, she closed her eyes and squeezed his cock very hard in her little hands. A shiver shook her body. She opened her eyes and started stroking his cock and breathing fast again. Barlow scooted conveniently closer and got both his hands on her tits.
"You been lettin' all the boys in the neighborhood put their cocks up your cunt, Cathy? Do you like to fuck?"
Her cheeks flushed even brighter and she shook her head, but she went on stroking and squeezing Barlow's cock.
He slipped his hands down to her waist, roved them around there, and she sat more upright and writhed like a snake charmer's cobra in every direction. He glanced back over his shoulder and said, "Your mom's fast asleep, but I better go close that door."
"Don't leave me now!" she said, pulling herself forward till her parted knees were up against his, and still holding her claim to his cock. "Mama sleeps real late. She won't wake up. Oh! Oh, Uncle Barlow, you've got such a big, big cock!"
"And you've got such a pretty little cunt. I took a good look when you were sleepin', and that's what made my cock big and hard like it is. Sit still and don't be a fraidy cat. You know I ain't gonna hurt you."
She very coyly smiled and fluttered her eyelids, and she kept right on stroking his cock as he reached for her cunt. The brutally big red knob of his cock was all shiny and wet with his oozing by then, but not nearly so wet as the cuntlips which Barlow parted with his finger.
Her smile disappeared when he touched her there, and her eyes and her mouth grew very round. But he soon had her smiling again and swaying from side to side and forward and back as he grinned and tickled her cunt and said, "Yeah, that's a fine little cunt you got. You sure are a pretty girl. Just sittin' there like that, you make a man feel good all over. And what a nice pair of high risin' titties you got. My old cock looks like it's tryin' to reach up and bite 'em."
"Oh, Uncle Barlow, " she cooed, squirming her hips all about on the bed, wriggling her hot little cunt on his finger, then leaning forward and clasping his cock to her soft, supple body.
"It does want to bite 'em, " she said, giggling and rubbing the knob of his cock all over her tits, then pressing it deeply against each of her nicely stiff nipples.
Barlow leaned back with his hands on the bed and shifted his foot between her smooth, warm thighs. He grinned and she giggled as he burrowed and wriggled his toe well within her wet cunt lips, and then she was squirming her cunt on that as she rocked back and forth with his cock closely clasped to her tummy and tits. She took deep, even breaths as she rocked. Her eyes were closed now and the smile was fixed on her face. Every now and then she stopped her rocking and hunched up her shoulders and shivered all over and squeezed his cock harder against her. By the time Barlow was leaning back on his elbows, his cock was rubbing up between her tits till its knob touched her throat as she rocked.
She rocked and she swayed. Her face looked even more dreamily beautiful as she turned her head from side to side and warmly caressed the head of her uncle's cock in the very warm hollows of her throat. Its oozing went on unabated, and now there were shiny smears of pre-seminal fluid all over her torso and tits and on up to her chin. Her nostrils had been flaring widely as she swayed all about in the aura of Barlow's heavily masculine scent, as she squirmed her hot, wet slit all about on the side of his foot. His grin grew broader as she kissed what she held in her hands.
Pursing her lips, she smeared them all over the knob of his big, fat cockhead. Now her nostrils were flaring more widely still, and now both hands were tightly holding it just under the heavy ridge that circled the underside of the knob of Barlow's cock. A gleaming web of seminal fluid stretched from the knob of his cock to her puffed lips as she drew back and took a deep breath, and then she opened her eyes to gaze dazedly at him before parting her lips very widely and taking his cock in her mouth.
Cathy's fair cheeks caved in. She sucked on her uncle's cock very hard, still rocking and rubbing her soft little tummy against his balls, still tightly holding onto his cock. Her mouth was very soft and warm and moist, and the suction was just the way he liked it. He lay back on his elbows enjoying life, moving his foot and wriggling his toe to help his niece enjoy life, too.
She suddenly stopped and opened her eyes very wide. Her cheeks turned scarlet and let his cock slip from her mouth and her hands as she leaned back and sat upright before him. She brushed back her short, tousled hair and said, "I didn't mean to . .. Uncle Barlow, I feel so funny!"
"Down here?" Barlow said, and wriggled his toe in her cunt.
"Yes!" she exclaimed, reaching down for his foot with both hands, pulling it hard up against her hot cunt.
Barlow stopped her from doing that. He reached down and took her slender little wrists in his hands and drew her hands up to his cock. And he looked her straight in her very wide eyes and said, "You know what we can do about that. Now, don't you, honey?"
Her voice was a whimper. "But it's too big. Just look!" she said, and as Barlow straightened out his legs on her bed, she quickly straddled his lap and held his cock flat against her belly. "See? It reaches right up past my belly button!"
He sighed and shrugged, and she said, "But we could still try!"
Barlow leaned back on his hands and Cathy got up and squatted over his cock. Her smile was bright and hopeful as she rubbed the tip of his cock through the very wet lips of her cunt. She stopped with it poised at the portals of her fuck hole and partially lowered her weight on it, winced, and said, "It really is big!"
He shrugged again and said, "That sure wasn't much of a try."
Grim determination set her features, and she shifted her hips over his cock, holding it firm in her hand and pulling upward. She chewed on her lip in her concentration, wincing from time to time, and then a gasp escaped from them both as the knob of his cock popped inside her.
"Oh! Oh, Uncle Barlow!" she said, swaying on shaking knees, while her cunt squeezed his cock even harder than her hand was squeezing it.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she exclaimed, slipping down on it, bracing herself with her hands on his hips, and panting and blinking her eyes.
"Feel okay?" Barlow said.
"Feels wonderful!" she replied, and started to bob up and down on it.
The size of the ridge under Barlow's cockhead kept his cock from slipping out of her cunt as she moved up and down. Her splendid young tits danced and jiggled with her enthusiastic efforts. Now and then she stopped and her lovely face screwed up in a grimace and her body went tight and tense, but then she was back again at her slowly progressive descent on her uncle's cock. Descending those last few inches, till her pubic hair was mingled with his, Cathy looked as if she was in pain, real pain, but then as she settled down on his powerful thighs, her sweet young smile reappeared and she said, "We did it!"
"Why, sure, " Barlow said. "Heck, I knew we could."
Cathy went to work on it then. She squirmed around getting comfortable, and then she slowly and carefully worked her cunt several inches up off the base of his cock. She settled down on his thighs, and then she went up again. Four or five repetitions of this and, as thick as it was, Barlow's cock was sliding easily through the well lubricated lips of Cathy's cunt, and her smile was back again in full force.
She threw back her head and laughed, then rocked back and forth and side to side, smiling broadly as she worked over the very thick base of Barlow's cock with her widely stretched vulva. She swayed like a temple dancer, roving her hands all over her naked torso, squeezing her tits, reaching down between them to feel how well they fit together, and all the while beaming smiles on her uncle.
"Barlow, it feels better all the time!"
"That's the way it is with fuckin', " Barlow said, rolling his hips up under her in a lazy, relaxed fashion which Cathy found to be perfectly delightful.
"Oh, that makes it even better!" said Cathy, tilting and rolling her hips in perfect tempo with him.
"Like I said, " Barlow told her, and reached farther up with the big bulbous knob of his cock, finding nothing but tightness and sweetness and wet, warm goodness wherever it went.
She was quite a beauty to behold when she started cumming. Pale patches of pink appeared on her chest, and her nipples grew visibly harder. Her jaw went slack but still she managed to smile. The blotches on her chest grew and merged until all of her very fair skin was suffused with a delicate pink. And now the pink softly gleamed as a fine film of perspiration broke out on her body, and though she was actively fucking him now, her sweat didn't come from the exercise of it. She had a good, lively tempo, and it was picking up all the time as she warmed to the good feeling swelling inside her, as her very trim, slim body worked her hot little cunt up and down on her uncle's thick cock.
She was snapping her hips, not just moving them, and her tits were jouncing along at double time. She was panting through her half opened mouth, and her heavy lidded eyes were glazed. Her cunt was very hot by then, and getting hotter all the time. The day before, an itch like she had in her cunt would have driven her crazy, but now she instinctively knew it would soon be gone. She was huffing and puffing out little exclamations of pleasure, in time with the rapid movements of her cunt and leaning farther forward as she went. Soon those little puffs of pleasure were panting against Barlow's ear as she laid with her tits mashed flat on his chest and made her hot cunt fly on his cock. And now as the peak of her climax approached, she spoke to him, hot and fast.
"Feels so good! I knew it would! Oh, Barlow, why did you make me wait so long??? Oh! It's so big! So hot up inside me! Burning me! Love it! I LOVE IT!. I LOVE TO FUCK!!! UNCLE BARLOW! IT'S HAPPENING! REAL, REAL BIG!!! NOW! AND NOW MORE!!! OH, UNCLE BARLOWWWWWW!!!!!" Cathy wailed, still fucking furiously, scarcely slowing down a bit when Barlow easily rolled her over and started fucking her back.
"ALL THE WAY! ALL THE WAY! ALL OF IT! YES, GIVE IT TO ME!"
She was thrashing and throwing her arms and legs in every direction, then stopping the thrashing to arch her shuddering body up under his humping form in a show of amazing strength. He was fucking her steadily, feeding yards and yards of big, thick cock through the channel of her hot and clasping hole. She was all wet and slick and overflowing. He was harder and thicker than ever.
"MORE! DO IT SOME MORE! FUCK ME SOME MORE!"
Her arms and legs went about his burly body and locked there, and her belly slapped up against his. Up on his knees and holding her close, he drove on with his cock without letup. She was groaning and snarling and gnashing her teeth and panting hotly at his ear. His balls, already wet with her overflowed love-juice, now slapped very wetly and heavily against her drenched crotch each time he lunged his huge cock through her tiny and totally uncomplaining cunt.
"BIGGER! OH H H H H, IT'S GETTING BIG-GER, UNCLE BARLOW!"
"YEAH, CATHY! IT IS FOR ME, TOO!"
Barlow had been without a woman for far too long. Just seeing his naked niece had compounded his problems, and laying his hands on her had tied up his nuts in a knot. Now they broke loose and so did he, fucking furiously, squirting jism like a volcano pumping out lava. The hot stuff had to come out of him, and Cathy had to take it in her cunt.
Her lips peeled back from her teeth and her head rocked from side to side as he fucked her relentlessly hard and fast. With deep, driving strokes, he drove in his cock from its tip to its base, and although her arms and legs and torso and head, and even her ass, thrashed about all over the bed, her hot little cunt stayed centered for each new plunge. Barlow was astounded at the size of his spending. He was even more astounded that Cathy was there to meet each of his lunges up into her cunt, not only to meet them but greet them with a powerful upward surge of her girlishly slender hips that insured fullest, deepest penetration. His body answered her pleading. It came and gushed and spurted till there was no more of his jism to give. Then he rested for only a moment before rolling them both over so his once virgin niece could rest on his big, broad chest.
She was limp as could be, and apparently swooned. But then she shuddered all over, especially all through her cunt, and Barlow found there were still drops of jism left in his balls. Several more times she shivered, milking him completely dry. Then she lifted her lovely face and smiled very dreamily at him, and said, "Can we do it again in a day or so, sometime before you and Johnny go away?"
Barlow patted her sweetly turned ass and said, "I'll betcha we can, and maybe sooner than that. Let's just lay here and rest and talk, and see what we come up with."
CHAPTER TEN
The morning sun was high in the sky when Marcy woke up on the floor. It took her a moment to realize it was Helga's floor she was on, and it took her some time after that to realize she was all alone in Helga's house. The lesbian had probably gone out to get something for Marcy's breakfast. Marcy couldn't wait around for her, because Cathy and Johnny were alone in Marcy's house, and Marcy didn't trust Johnny. Marcy didn't want Johnny fucking Cathy, especially now that Cathy was on her way toward excluding men from her life as she rose to success as a model and TV star.
And when Helga returned and found Marcy gone, she would hurry to Marcy's house, for Marcy was sure Helga was hot for her body as well as for Cathy's. Marcy's appearance wasn't very presentable as she hurried out to her car and drove through the quiet residential neighborhood toward her house.
She had lost one of her sandals during her lesbian orgy with Helga, and going barefooted was better than wearing just one shoe. Her short, flimsy dress was badly wrinkled, for it had remained bunched around her waist all through the night. Her hair was a mess and she didn't have any make up left on her face. Her tits felt swollen and her nipples were very tender within the very thin covering of her dress. Her cunt was even more tender, and she had to walk with her legs slightly parted as she went from her car to her house.
Marcy was relieved to see her brother's old pickup there. Although he was the disreputable member of the family, the presence of that crude country lout would surely keep Johnny from sniffing around at the cunt of Marcy's daughter. Everything seemed as if it would work out fine, until Marcy entered the kitchen of her house, and there her jaw dropped open in her astonishment.
Johnny was standing in front of her stove and leering at her, and Barlow, Cathy, Walter and Helga were sitting at her kitchen table. Barlow and Walter were sitting in chairs, and Cathy and Helga were sitting on their laps. All four of them were facing the stove. Johnny was wearing his swimming trunks. The other four were clad in loose fitting terrycloth robes, voluminous to cover most of their bodies, but not quite so loose that Marcy couldn't see hands moving over the female bodies inside those robes. Johnny was scowling as he stirred the contents of a frying pan, and the four at the table were regarding her with insolently sleepy smiles.
"Just what's going on here?" Marcy demanded. "Cathy, you shouldn't be sitting on your uncle's lap like that. And Helga, you of all people shouldn't be sitting on Walter's lap. Why aren't you out in the pool practicing?"
Walter grinned and shifted in his chair, and upon his lap, Helga tittered and squirmed and twisted about to look adoringly at him from over her shoulder. Her robe fell partly open to reveal she had nothing at all on under it, except for Walter's hands. They were roving about over her long, slender torso. Her big tits were still concealed by the halves of the robe, but her cunt could be seen, very hairy and blonde, and moving about in a most lascivious fashion as she squirmed her ass on Walter's lap.
Marcy turned her angry glare on the other couple at her kitchen table. Barlow also appeared to be feeling Cathy up as she sat on his lap facing Marcy, but Cathy's robe was closed. Her legs were sprawled open, however, and up from between them jutted something that had to be Barlow's cock. It was under the terry cloth and between Cathy's outspread legs, and Cathy was holding it through the terrycloth with both hands as she leaned back against her uncle, grinning and squirming contentedly.
Johnny said, "These darned eggs! How the heck do you scramble eggs?"
Marcy pointed at the quartet at her kitchen table, saying, "Cathy, get up from there and start swimming laps! Barlow, get out of my house! Helga, I want to talk to you in my bedroom! I'll deal with you later, Walter!"
They all simply smiled in answer to her angry words. Barlow said, "Cathy don't have to practice swimming any more. I just sold my ranch for over a million dollars, and with Walt's help we're gonna make big TV stars outta both Cathy and Helga. We was just talkin' it over. You take over cookin' us breakfast while we settle it up. Johnny, give your aunt the spatula."
"A million dollars?" Marcy said, as the kitchen utensil was thrust in her hand.
They were already back to talking thing over. The two men were conversing in a lazy, contented fashion. Helga was squirming all around on Walter's lap, rubbing her back against his chest and holding hands across the table with Cathy. Cathy's other hand still grasped what had to be Barlow's amazingly large cock as she twisted and squirmed on his lap. All four were ignoring Marcy, but Johnny hadn't forgotten she was there. He was leaning against the sink and leering at her, and the bulge in his swim trunks was very prominent. At the table they were discussing portable swimming tanks and contracts and promotions. Marcy felt so suddenly useless and left out of thing that tears welled up in her eyes as she dumped the burned eggs down the garbage disposal and started again on breakfast.
"You're sure lookin' good, " Johnny said, edging closer, looking Marcy up and down.
"I look awful, " said Marcy, sniffling and trying to smile at him, and catching in her breath as she looked past him. Indeed it was Barlow's cock Cathy had been holding onto, and still she held onto it now. Her robe had come open, and Barlow's big, stiff cock stuck up from between Cathy's legs. She held its shaft in her hand and worked her little cunt up against the base of it, so worked up herself she didn't care a bit about her mother being there.
"You look pretty good to me, " Johnny said, and reached over and slipped his hand inside Marcy's bodice to squeeze and knead her bare tit.
"Not in front of them!" Marcy hissed, blushing and pushing his hand away.
"Why not?" His hand went under her skirt to grope and feel through Marcy's naked crotch. "They been foolin' and feelin' around with each other all morning. I want some, too."
"Johnny, don't!" Marcy whispered, but the boy wouldn't be put off. All the time she was breaking eggs he kept slipping his busy hands inside her dress, squeezing her tits and diddling her cunt and feeling around at her ass. Nothing she could say or do would stop him, and the four at the table certainly weren't giving her any help. The two men were still talking and the two women were still squirming around on their laps happily. Cathy was clasping Barlow's disgustingly huge cock to her naked belly, and now with a shock Marcy realized that Walter's cock was inside the asshole of the happily writhing Helga.
"Let's go in your bedroom and fuck, " Johnny said. He pushed down the waistband of his trunks, and out popped the head of his cock. "You see what I got? They've been fuckin' and suckin' and foolin' around all night and half the morning, and all I got to show for it is a big old hard-on."
She tried to hold him at bay as she said, "I feel so left out of thing. They've arranged everything without me. Johnny, stop! Perhaps we can go to bed later, but I couldn't stand having anyone watch while we make love."
"Who wants to make love? I just want to fuck. Hey, you smell pretty good today. You don't have any of that stinky old perfume on. Hold still. They're too busy foolin' around with each other to look at what we do."
Marcy couldn't get away from the horny boy. He pinned her back against the stove with his insistently pushing body, squeezing her tits and trying to kiss her, and rubbing his hot young cock up against her belly. All there was between them was her flimsy little dress, and the upward Teaching of his half naked cock were pushing the hem of it up past the level of Marcy's puffed and tender cunt. As her Lips evaded Johnny, he dropped his down to her throat to smack kisses there while she vainly tried to escape from his ardent embrace. He ripped her dress in the process, but he got her tits out of it, and then he was kissing and squeezing those as she tried to push him away.
Cathy turned her head and looked at her mother and giggled, and then the other three turned grinning faces on her as Johnny crouched lower and lifted up her skirt. She tried to push it down, but he held her firmly by her hips and kept her skirt up while he snuffled and panted and kissed all around through her red cunt hair.
Barlow said, "Looks like she gave my boy some trainin' while he was here. I sure hate to see him down on his knees eatin' cunt when he could be up on his feet fuckin' it."
"Oh, it's fun to kiss cunts!" Cathy said. "But not as much fun as it is to play horsey on your cock, Uncle Barlow."
"Mm, he's really going for it, " Helga said, squeezing Cathy's hand and smiling over her shoulder at Walter.
He grinned back at her, and with his hands full of tit, said, "As soon as we finish talking business, I'll demonstrate my technique on you. We'd get to it sooner if you and Cathy would go entertain yourselves for a while."
Johnny was making a meal of Marcy's cunt as Helga and Cathy rose from the laps of the men and started toward the living room. The boy crouching down on the floor was holding Marcy's cuntlips far apart with his fingers while he licked and lapped through her cunt. The control knobs of the stove bit into Marcy's ass as she writhed in mixed embarrassment and unwanted pleasures there in her crowded kitchen. Cathy and Helga made it more crowded still by the stove.
Both of them slipped out of their robes as they sauntered toward her, leaving two very stiff cocks behind them. Tall and willowy and naked, Cathy and Helga stood at Marcy's sides. By then Johnny's hot kisses between her legs had Marcy writhing in helpless ecstasy and grinding her ass cheeks against the stove.
Helga pressed up against Marcy's side, smiling and squeezing a tit, and said, "It looks like your plans have changed. Be good and we'll take you along with us when we go to Hollywood."
Cathy was claiming Marcy's other tit, happily fondling and squeezing it as she said, "Sure, Mama, you can come along. Do you want to come with us to watch while we do our Double Isometrics now?"
Marcy wasn't going anyplace. Pinned against the stove by the hot cunt kisses of her nephew, she could only gasp and writhe as, hand in hand, Helga and Cathy sauntered on toward her living room. The boy on the floor was driving her wild, and she couldn't stop him. He kissed her all over her cunt and poked his fingers up her slippery wet hole while she panted fast and hovered helplessly on the brink of an orgasm. The men at the table were absorbed in their business talk now, but that made their presence no less embarrassing to Marcy as the sixteen year old boy got to his feet with his naked cock in hand.
"Johnny, let's go in the bedroom! Please!"
"Heck, I can't wait for that, " he said, nuzzling cunt smelling kisses at her mouth while he quickly fitted the knob of his cock in her cunt and gave a hard upward lunge.
"My God!" Marcy cried, for his hard insertion had taken cunt hairs and cunt lips and even the hem of her skirt with it, and he wasn't concerned about correcting that as he fucked her fast and hard.
Marcy reached down between them to pull out her skirt and open her cunt lips. Johnny kept fucking her steadily, holding onto her hips and slamming her big soft buttocks back against the stove. One shoulder of her dress had come down and her tits were flopping around, and Johnny ignored those big beauties while he jammed his cock up her cunt. When she felt he was cumming, she had to give in to it all. But now as she rose toward an orgasm, Johnny grunted and sighed and backed off, and his dripping cock came out of Marcy's wildly throbbing cunt.
"I'll go wash up and come back, " Johnny said.
Marcy said, "I'll go with you!"
"You stay there and fix them eggs, " Barlow told her, and Marcy turned about and faced the stove as Johnny left her.
Frustrated and humiliated, Marcy wept. Her cunt was sopping wet and drooling with Johnny's jism. It throbbed in time with the throbbing of her bare nipples as she bent over the hot stove and stirred her tears into the eggs. Her ass cheeks hurt, and she twisted around and lifted her skirt and saw the round red imprints left by the burner controls.
Walter saw them, too. He got up from the table and went to her, rudely yanked her skirt out of her hand and ran his hand over her bruised buttocks.
"Stop that!" she snapped. "Just wait till I get you alone! I'll have you crawling, Walter Van Blancen!"
In answer he ripped up the back of her skirt and shoved her up against the stove. She cried out and tried to twist away, but he held her there, shoving and pushing up between her buttocks with his cock, and continuing on with it into her asshole as he spoke very harshly to her.
"You'll be the one who crawls around here from now on! From now on you're taking orders from me!"
He bent her over the stove and buggered her quivering butt without letup. He jammed and thrust his hard cock through her soft asshole while his clutching hands added more bruises to the big round cheeks of her ass. And, like Johnny before him, he took out his jism dripping cock and left Marcy seething and sobbing with hot frustration.
The big, strong hands of her brother helped straighten Marcy up. She turned to sob in his arms, but he pushed her back, saying, "You got egg all over your tits. What's the matter? How come you're bawlin'?"
She fell to her knees, sobbing bitterly, wailing, "Because I'm so useless now! Nobody needs me any more!"
"Aw, shit. There's always somethin' you can do."
There was, and she saw it. Right there before her was the beautiful big cock of her suddenly rich brother, and Marcy took it in both hands and hungrily gobbled its fat knob inside her mouth. Her entire crotch was steaming hot with mixed fuck juices and orgasmic frustration, but all she could think of just then was thoroughly pleasing her brother so she wouldn't be left behind when they all went on to success. Her brother tried to push her away.
"Hey, cut it out, Sis. I want to go watch the gals do their exercise. I told you, back off!" he said, and pushed her away. Though his cock was all wet from her kisses, he took that beautiful big thing away and left her weeping there on the floor.
She could hear squeals and laughter coming out. of her living room. Her dress was torn and dirty, her ass was bruised, her crotch was a seething mass of hungry flesh, and her tits were hanging down as she crawled toward the door. There before her, Cathy and Helga were on their hands and knees, still naked, with their buttocks wriggling hotly against those of the other female. Walter and Barlow were cheering them on in their bare assed pushing contest as they knelt before the girls on the floor. All four of them were having a wildly good time, and certainly none of them gave so much as a thought to Marcy.
But Johnny did. Entering the kitchen from the other door, the first sight he saw was his aunt's upturned ass, completely exposed through her torn skirt. Her buttocks were beautiful, bruised though they were, and her jism slickened asshole looked very inviting. But down below that was her cunt, all puffed up and pink between the twin pillows of her vulva, and very nicely fringed with red hairs. His cock was up hard as he got down on his knees behind her and fitted it into her cunt and shoved.
Cathy and Helga were sucking on Barlow's and Walter's cocks as they ass wrestled. Marcy no longer cared. She had Johnny's hard, fast moving cock in her cunt and it was setting off all the orgasms she'd fallen short of that morning.
He was hauling back and fucking her good and hard. Backing off, the tip of his cock came into view, and then all of his cock plunged into Marcy's cunt on his in strokes, so that each one of those was like an entirely new insertion. She braced herself lest he fuck her flat to the floor. He hung onto her hips and kept fucking her dog fashion. Orgasms were exploding in her cunt, and now a new orgasmic dimension was added as Johnny's cock slipped out and skidded up through her sodden slit to slam against her clitoris. She screamed in ecstasy, and screamed again when he jammed it up in her cunt again.
The two women before her gazed sidelong from their cock sucking, but that was all the notice Marcy's screams got. Who cared if she was being watched while this glorious thing was happening to her. She grinned and lowered her head and watched her big. pendant tits do a jiggling dance over the kitchen floor, and felt Johnny's thick, hard cock splitting the lips of her cunt again and again.
Fuck juice was dripping down the insides of her legs, and still he kept screwing her good and hard. She tilted her hips up for more of the tight, driving friction of cock in hot cunt, resting the weight of her torso on her elbows while the boy fucked her. Now her stiffly elongated nipples were grazing the tile floor as she rocked back and forth with the fucking and the cumming. Johnny was snarling and grunting and so was she as, over and over again, his cock wedged its way through her fuck hole and his balls slapped up under her wide open cunt.
She could feel he was driving on toward a climax. His cock was thrusting harder into her, and with something less than total accuracy.
"NO! OH! JOHNNY!" she cried, cumming heavily herself, cumming constantly, regardless of whether his soon to be bursting cock was plunging into her cunt or missing that and going up to slam against her clitoris or errantly jamming inside her asshole. It was all the same to Marcy by then. By then Marcy's entire body existed as one big, hot wet cunt that had to be filled with cock and more cock.
Johnny filled it with cock and filled it with jism. His eruption was heavy and thick. It spurted and gushed from the end of his hard driving cock, driven on by the rush of more jism from out of his swinging balls. He didn't know what hole his cock was in and he didn't care. All he cared about was the great rush of ecstasy pouring out of his body and into that of his beautiful aunt, and this he could clearly feel in the vibrant churning of her hips in his hands and in the convulsive clutching of her crotch as he fucked her down flat on the floor.
He lay there on top of her panting for a time, balls deep in her steaming hot crotch. The others had stopped their fun and games to watch. Marcy shoved back at Johnny and he pushed himself up to give her some breathing room. She used it to shred off the remnants of her dress and turn over under him, and now she was smiling adoringly at him as she wrapped her arms and legs around his naked body.
"I don't think I can fuck again for a little while, " Johnny said.
"Baby, that's okay. Just let me feel your cock and balls nestled up against my cunt. Oh, you feel so good!"
There they lay, softly writhing together, while the other four crawled over to them. Barlow said, "We just talked it over again, and you can come with us if you like, Sis."
Marcy shook her head. "Johnny and I will stay right here. We may come and visit you in Hollywood, but I think well be happier living the quiet life here at home. Right, Johnny?"
"Right!" he said, clasping her close to him. "Aunt Marcy?"
"Yes, deaf?"
"I'm just about ready to fuck you again. Would that be okay with you?"
