It has been said that every person has some secret passion within his soul-some hidden urge, desire, or whim that may never surface to be seen by even the closest confidante. Such a secret may be evil and sinister, or it may be trivial and trite, but regardless, it is a motivating force which may hold unusual consequences.
Witness the three women whose lives intertwined in SMALL TOWN FAMILY. Mavis, a sensual woman trapped in a marriage on the rocks; Terri, her seventeen-year-old daughter who learns things her mother never told her; and Mabel, married to Mavis's brother in name only. Each is an independent woman whose passions lead to inevitable changes in their lives. Their very personal and very taboo desires are brought into the open little by little to reveal life as it truly is.
SMALL TOWN FAMILY-a dramatic representation of the character of those who seek the pleasurable. A warning to all and a startling insight into the frailties of human nature.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Are you good and hard, honey? Aw, hell, I wish you were here in bed with me. I'd climb on top of you and fuck you so good. I just took a bath and I smell all sweet and nice; you might even want to kiss me.
Terri Condon hunched slowly against the pillow, grinding the edge along her cunt.
"Aw, don't act dumb; you know where I want you to kiss me," Terri said. "I'm naked, honey, and I'm humping the hell out of my pillow... hell yes, it feels good."
Terri heard her mother calling and tensed, then relaxed when she realized she was calling from downstairs, and besides, she never came into her room without knocking.
"I gotta hang up, Kenny; my mom's calling," Terri said. "I'll call back if I can."
She had no intention of calling back. She was going to bring herself off good, and just lie there and soak in the good, tingly feeling.
"Terri," her mother called again, "I'm going over to Mabel's; do you want to come with me?"
"No, mom," Terri yelled back. "I have too much studying to do." She added softly, "I won't come with you, mom, I'll come way ahead of .you."
She couldn't imagine her mother coming now or ever. She was too prudish. Well, maybe not prudish, but too busy playing bridge with a lot of fat old broads, and singing in the church choir, and doing idiot social work, at least as much as a town of ninety-five hundred offered.
"Okay. I'll be back in a couple of hours," Mavis Condon called up the stairs.
"You can stay for four hours for all I care," Terri said, and started fucking the pillow in earnest. "Aw, fuck, feels so good," she moaned.
"Stay all afternoon you sexless bitch, 'cause little Terri gonna come, gonna come big."
Terri reached down with both hands, knocking the phone off the bed, and spread her pussylips wide open, then ground the edge of the pillow in deep. She dearly loved masturbating this way. She usually did it late at night, and then put the pillow back under her head and went to sleep with the smell of her own sweet cunt in her nostrils. She even did on some nights after Kenny had fucked her. Kenny was fucking her regularly now. He wasn't the only boy that had fucked her, but he was the only one lately. They were going steady, much to her parent's chagrin.
She clamped her legs around the pillow and humped violently, her nipples rubbing hard against the coarse bedspread. Terri had nice tits, not big tits, but nice tits with outstanding nipples. Her nipples, including the halo, were almost as big as her tits. They were a rich, pink cap on her little titties that swelled, the nipple itself growing hard and prominent, and turned red when she was hot. They were swelled and hard and prominent and red now.
She wondered why she didn't have big tits, she should if there was anything to his heredity shit. Both her mother and her Aunt Mabel had great big knockers, and at seventeen, she would too, if they were ever going to be that big, she thought.
She felt the buzzing in her pussy and the tingle running down her thighs and forgot the size of her tits. She was almost ready to pop when she stopped and lay still.
"Goddamn... shit... gotta prolong it, feels so good."
She lay still, moaning softly. The pillow was wet now, pressed tightly to her leaking pussy. She waited a couple of minutes and then started humping again. She knew she wouldn't be able to stop herself again; she had to come soon, just had to, and it had to be a good one.
Terri loved to masturbate and did it regularly. Sometimes she used her fingers. Sometimes she came by putting things in her cunt, but mostly humping a pillow-that was the best. She could spread herself open and grind down against the pillow and slide back and forth, giving both her clit and her puckered hole a good workout.
She lost her cherry when she was fifteen in the back seat of her daddy's car. The car was parked in the garage. The boy didn't have any more experience than she, and she didn't come, but it hadn't mattered, the idea of no longer being a virgin was compensation enough. The same boy got her a couple more times before she started going with another guy. Her new guy only got to fuck her once before she started going steady with Kenny Landis, a star athlete. She made Kenny work a little harder to get into her the first time and actually sucked his cock before she let him fuck her. It was the first time she sucked a cock, and she enjoyed the lewdness of it immediately.
Terri's parents disapproved of Kenny; his people were trash, but couldn't prevent the relationship.
Terri started to come and bore down hard, fucking the pillow with a frenzy. Then her orgasm peaked and she started coming down. She flopped over onto her back and lay with the pillow held loosely between her thighs. She was breathing hard, enjoying the soft glow a good come always gave her. She reached down and felt her cunt with her fingers. She had an unusually thick muff for a blonde and the wads of soft, curly hair were soaking wet. She pushed one of her fingers all the way into her cunt and held it there, hoping to keep the good feeling from seeping out.
She decided she would lie like this until all the good feeling was gone and then finger fuck herself and bring it all back again.
She knew she was in for a shitty evening, stuffy and dull. Her Aunt Mabel, her mother's sister, and her Uncle Clyde, her dad's brother were stuffy shitasses-her mom and dad, too. Their vice was too much drinking. Too bad her mom didn't have another sister for Uncle Harry. Goddamn, talk about keeping it in the family.
Terri forgot her relatives and started moving her finger, pushing it slowly in, pulling it out, then getting another finger in the act. She sucked in her breath through her perfect teeth. Goddamn... fuck... it felt so good.
Mavis Condon parked her car in her sister's driveway, wishing Terri had come along. Sometimes the girl spent too much time in her room. She was proud of the excellent grades her daughter brought home, but grades weren't everything. Of course, she was a cheerleader, and just into everything. Hell, she didn't need to worry about Terri; she was the All-American girl.
She did wish her daughter would give up that awful Kenny person, although she could certainly see the attraction. Kenny had that animal fury about him that girls found attractive. She could see the lust in his eyes; it was always there. Why were rich girls always attracted to men with nothing, no breeding, no money, no future; they always seemed to want what was the worst thing for them. Mavis had been poor, and chosen the opposite.
She climbed from the auto and stretched, a touch of arthritis giving her a quick pain in her left shoulder. At thirty-seven, Mavis Condon was an extraordinary woman, truly beautiful. She carried a bit more weight than she should and was always on a diet, but less booze was the answer. She liked her booze, it helped to make everything bearable.
She had dark hair, unlike her blonde daughter, and a tiny dimple in each cheek. She had large, firm tits and a few short years ago her figure was breathtaking. It was still far superior to most women's, even women much younger.
She went into the big house and removed her light jacket, throwing it on a chair in the hall. The house was quiet, but she was certain Mabel was home and went into the huge, sunken living room. She went quickly to the bar in the corner and fixed herself a short Scotch, short on water, and tossed it down. She thought she heard her sister's voice in the kitchen and went to the serving bar and looked in. She was unprepared for what she saw.
Mabel Condon had a young boy with her.
"Does that feel nice?" Mabel said, as she stroked the boy's slim, hard cock.
"Oh, golly... yeh, yeh," Chris Frazer said.
Chris Fraser was a fifteen year old kid who lived next door to Mavis with his divorced mother. He wasn't a large boy, not athletic at all, but smart, almost intellectual, certainly not a sexually aggressive boy. He had a crush on Terri and seemed constantly underfoot with his sad, mooning eyes. Terri ignored him completely and Mavis had always felt sorry for the boy. She wondered now if her sympathy was wasted.
Mavis shook her head violently to make sure the scotch hadn't gone to her head too quickly; it hadn't. Maybe she was going mad; her own sister couldn't be doing this thing.
The boy stood with his pants bunched at his knees, his cock jutting straight out into Mabel Condon's hand. Mabel watched intently as the head slid in and out of her fist.
"God, Chris, you feel so hard and nice. Put your hand under my dress and see how nice I feel. I don't have anything on under there," Mabel said.
Mavis almost choked, suppressing the noise with her hand. She watched Chris reach under Mabel's skirt, saw Mabel spread her feet apart so he could get his hand all the way up.
"Goddamn, Chrisy, that feels nice. Yes, feel it all over; I want you to." She was moaning softly, her eyes narrow slits. "I feel so old and ugly with a beautiful young man like you."
"No, Mrs. Condon, you're beautiful."
She was, too. Mabel Condon was forty-six, and like her younger sister, quite beautiful. Her dark brown hair had traces of gray and she was too heavy, but still beautiful. Beauty was a family trait.
"Oh, Chris, I like that," Mabel said, moving herself against his hand. "Do you want to fuck me?"
"God, yes," the boy gasped.
"Let's go in the bedroom."
Mavis saw the boy tugging up his pants and felt panic; she had to hide. She looked around, and in desperation, rushed across the room and squatted down behind the bar, praying that Mabel didn't stop for another drink. Mabel was already a little drunk, Mavis could tell from her voice, but that didn't excuse what she... she... my God, she was going to let this boy fuck her. Mavis closed her eyes and prayed that she wouldn't be discovered.
The two passed through the room without stopping. Mavis waited a moment, then came from behind the bar. Instead of leaving, Mavis went down the long hall to the bedrooms. The door stood open. Her sister was already lying on the bed, her skirt up over her hips, her knees up, her fingers spreading her big hairy cunt for the boy to see.
"Do you want me like this or should I take all my clothes off?" Mabel said.
"Take all your clothes off," Chris Fraser said.
Mavis stifled a scream and rushed from the house.
"Did you hear a noise?" Chris said, nervously.
"No," Mabel said as she started to unbutton her dress.
Chris had known what would happen when Mabel saw him walking by her house and asked him to come in. That happened less than thirty minutes ago, and here they were in the bedroom.
Chris's best friend had told him that old lady Condon fucked young boys; she had already seduced him twice. She was kinda fat, but she was pretty and really liked fucking. His brother had fucked her, too, and several other guys, Ed told him.
So, if Chris hadn't been certain what would happen, he was shortly after entering the house. She was already tight and still drinking and kept touching him and looking at him in a way that even a fifteen year old boy couldn't misunderstand. She had stood very close to him and started kissing him and then put her hand inside his pants. Scared as he was, it hadn't taken long for him to get hard.
He had been very shy at first, and now in the bedroom, was still nervous. Mabel was certain he was a virgin.
She had her dress unbuttoned to the waist and started pushing if off her shoulders. She could see how nervous the boy was, and was glad. She always picked the less than popular boys, not the big wheels; they were too aggressive, too much like grown men, though she couldn't remember turning down a grown man if the situation was right. But she really preferred young boys, younger than Chris, even. It had thrilled her when she reached into his pants and felt how tiny and soft his cock was. It surprised her, too, how much he had grown. She hadn't expected his cock to be as big as it was. She had wanted to kneel and take it in her mouth, but she had saved that. She wasn't going to save it much longer.
"Did Eddie tell you he had gone to bed with me?" she asked.
Chris hesitated, not wanting to get his friend in trouble, then said, "Yes."
"I'm glad. I wanted him to. What did you think when he told you he'd fucked me?"
"At first I thought he was lying, then I wished it had been me."
"You don't have to wish anymore, Chris; it is you."
She sat on the bed, her dress wadded around her hips. Her tits were huge, almost frightening to Chris, and bulged out of her brassiere.
"Do you think I'm fat, Chris?" she asked.
"Well... I, uh... maybe a little," he stammered, afraid to tell the truth, but more afraid to lie.
"And you still want to fuck me?"
"Aw, Mrs. Condon, you're beautiful, too. 'Course I still want to fuck you."
"Then come over here and unfasten my brassiere."
He approached slowly, and when he was close enough, she reached out and grabbed him, pulling him close.
"Put your arms around me, hug me while you undo my bra."
She felt his arms go around her and shuddered with excitement. It was what turned her on the most, a young boy hugging her, holding her close. She felt her bra strap come free and sighed; it felt so good. She liked her tits free, naked and available, swinging and swaying for a delighted male's eyes.
"Get undressed, Chris, so we can lie down together."
Mabel watched the boy slowly disrobe, her skin prickly with excitement. The anticipation was always such a big part of fucking. She tried to remember her first seduction; it seemed so long ago. It had taken her a long time to get enough courage to make her first advance, but once the ice had been broken, many a boy tasted of the flesh of Mabel Condon.
When Mabel was young, she was known as a hot number and it didn't really change after she married Clyde Condon. Clyde was a heavy drinker even then, and when they went to a dance he would dance with Mabel once and then proceed to see how drunk he could get. He always got very drunk and usually passed out. It was a common slogan that after Clyde passed out, Mabel put out. Mavis didn't know of her sister's promiscuity, but Ralph, Clyde's younger brother did, even before Ralph and Mavis were married.
When Chris was naked, Mabel stretched her arms out to him. She had pulled her dress off and was completely naked herself.
"Come here, darling, come into my arms," she cried.
Once locked in embrace, Chris's temerity seemed to dissolve. She could feel his cock against her thigh, hard and throbbing. She wanted to suck him, but needed him inside her, too. She rolled onto her back, bringing the boy up on top of her. She found his cock with her hand and quickly guided him in.
"Ahhhh, heavenly," she sighed, when she felt him penetrate. "Now fuck me, Chris. Have you fucked before?"
"No," Chris admitted.
"Just move it in and out. It'll feel so good. Not too fast, but not too slow. Ahhhhh, honey, good, good!"
Chris's cock wasn't very big, but size didn't matter to Mabel, the game was the thing. She'd had one boy of eleven whose cock was so small he couldn't keep it in, and still she'd come. That was her problem: she could always come, and with anyone, anywhere. She would come with Chris, just as she had with all her other boys, and she would come more than once.
She felt her thighs getting hot and knew it wouldn't be long. "Oh, Chris, fuck mamma, fuck mamma hard!" she screamed.
She had no way of knowing how badly Chris wanted to fuck his divorcee mamma. She was a very attractive woman and careless about her dress when at home. Chris had a hard-on most of the time. He had heard her when she brought a man home, too. He always masturbated then.
"Yes, mother; oh yes, mother," he gasped, plunging his little prick harder, faster.
Mabel heaved under the boy. She was coming and it was wonderful, her belly was quivering with the only kind of pleasure she wanted any more. Nothing else mattered at this moment.
In her anxiety she forgot about the boy imbedded inside her, and fucked so vigorously that she brought him off long before she had intended. He grunted and jabbed furiously as his little prick spewed its goo into her seething cunt.
"Oh, my darling, I didn't mean for you to come yet," she wailed.
"Goddamn, that was good," Chris gasped, his prick falling free.
Mabel held him tightly.
"You don't have to go yet."
"I really should," he said.
"Why?"
"Well... your husband might come home."
"He won't be home for hours."
At this moment, Mabel didn't care if he never came home.
"Here, rest with me for a while," she said, and pillowed his head against her soft tits.
They lay side by side for a long while, Chris seeming to doze against her tits, Mabel gently caressing his cock and balls all the while. She glowed inside when she had a boy like this; it was almost as good as the fucking. Some boys wouldn't do it; Chris seemed to thrive on it. He nuzzled her breasts and then had a nipple in his mouth.
"Yessss, honey," she hissed, "suck it. I like that."
He sucked at her until he had both nipples hard and throbbing. His cock had come up again, too, and lay hard in her hand.
"Oh, my darling boy," she cooed, "you sucked me and made me feel nice, now I'll do the same for you."
Chris wasn't sure what she intended, but assumed she meant to suck his tits when she started kissing his chest. She kissed all over his chest and suckled hungrily at each tiny nipple. It tickled and sent little chills racing clear down to his cock. He was surprised that it made his cock tingle so.
He held his breath when she moved down to his stomach and even kissed along the fringe of his pubic hair. His cock stood straight up, throbbing in the air. The breath whooshed from his lungs when all of a sudden his cock was in her mouth. Oh God, she was sucking his cock; it was exquisite.
It was exquisite for Mabel, too. Her temple throbbed, her spine tingled, and her cunt ached with excitement. She had his whole prick in her mouth, sucking feverishly.
Chris looked at the woman on her hands and knees, his cock thrust into her mouth. It was better than when he had fucked her, her mouth far more active and stimulating than her cunt. Her cunt was as wet, but it didn't suck like her mouth. She was going to pull the stuff right out of him.
Mabel had her hand between her legs and almost crumpled when her first orgasm hit. She always came hard when she sucked a boy's cock and played with her pussy. She couldn't understand how a boy could pop his nuts and fall back satisfied, not even wanting more, when she could get more pleasure from the second come than the first, and it was coming now, intense and strong. She would get at least four before Chris came, each one sharp and jolting.
Chris started to come then, and she tasted the first little wad of gooey gunk. It was slippery and tasted pasty and hot. She swallowed and drew more into her mouth. She sucked until he was dry and then rolled onto her side.
"Did you like that?" she asked.
"God, yes," he answered.
"Can you stay a while longer?"
"Yes," he said.
Mabel was delighted, most boys were totally disinterested after the first come, let alone the second.
They rested again and then started all over. He fucked her for a while and then asked her to do it with her mouth. She took his cock fresh from her cunt and sucked him to a third jolting spend. She had lost count of her own.
After he had gone, Mabel marveled at her find. He would be good for many hours of pleasure before he tired of her.
She went down to the bar and poured whiskey into a glass. She felt very good, completely satisfied, but she needed a drink, too. She didn't want to get drunk, not with company coming for supper, but a couple of whiskeys wouldn't hurt anything.
A little later she noticed Mavis's coat in the hall and frowned. Had Mavis come by and seen her and the boy? She was feeling pretty good from the whiskey now, and decided to worry about it later.
Mavis had left the house and driven out of town and once on the highway had gone very fast. She got the speedometer over a hundred before she calmed herself and slowed down. It always made her feel good to drive very fast when she was upset, and she was upset now. She didn't want to go to dinner at her sister's now, but knew that she would, and she knew she would hide her feelings and act as if nothing had happened. Ralph had said she was a slut, but Mavis had always closed her ears and hated her husband for telling such lies. She decided she would have to find something else to hate him for. It wouldn't be difficult.
She returned home and parked the car. She peeked in on Terri and found the girl on her bed asleep in the nude, silly girl. She went back downstairs and mixed herself a strong scotch and water. She felt better quickly.
She wished now she had stayed and watched a little longer. It surprised her how thinking of it now made her juices flow. Mavis had always liked Chris and wondered now if her sympathy hadn't really been a desire for the boy to look at her and not her daughter. She rejected the idea as rubbish. It was ridiculous to imagine she could be jealous of her own daughter or her sister over a little boy. She had always wanted a son, though.
Doubts of her sexuality crowded into her mind like it had been doing a lot recently. Her husband didn't pay much attention to her as a woman any more; oh, he fucked her, and when he fucked her, he fucked her good because Ralph was a real man, not a slob like Clyde, but he didn't do it very often anymore.
They went to dinner, but it was something of a bomb, as usual. Ralph finally let Terri leave and they tried to play some bridge, but Clyde passed out.
After they got home, they started to argue.
"I don't approve of your sister and I never have. I tried to talk Clyde out of marrying her in the first place. She drinks too much. She was half looped when we got there," Ralph said.
"Ralph, for Christ's sake, your brother's the one who passed out," Mavis yelled.
"Don't raise your voice, Mavis, I know that, and you don't need to curse at me. It's different when a man drinks, and did you see how she displayed herself? She always does."
Mavis couldn't argue that point. Funny, she had never really noticed before tonight. Mabel flaunted herself at men, even at Ralph, who hated her. Armed with her new knowledge, she saw her sister in a whole new light.
"She's a slut, your sister is a slut. I warned Clyde before he married her," Ralph said coldly.
Maybe you're right, just maybe, Mavis thought.. She glared at her husband, her eyes slits of hatred.
"How dare you say that to me, you sanctimonious sonofabitch," she snarled.
Ralph stiffened and almost hit her. He had his shirt half off and pulled it back on and said, "I'll sleep in the other room."
Mavis stared into the dark hall through the open door after he had gone. She knew her face was red with anger. She was seething. She suddenly realized that she wanted to get laid, and her intense anger made the urge even stronger, but Mavis had wanted it before and didn't get it and had lived through it. She was sure she would manage this time, too.
Ralph came back to the door.
"Is Terri in?" he said curtly.
"She beat us home, Ralph. She's in bed asleep."
Terri was in bed, but she wasn't asleep. She'd heard her parents arguing, and she lying on her stomach now, a pillow clenched tightly between her thighs. Her hips were moving violently; she was moaning.
CHAPTER TWO
The next day, Terri sensed that her parents were still angry, and she knew that it had to do with sex. She hadn't thought people their age even remembered what sex was about and it excited her. Of course, anything to do with sex excited Terri.
She was waiting for Kenny outside the school building when Larry Ross walked over to her. He had a younger brother, but he was still in the grades.
Larry was well liked and accepted; the fact that he was one of the state's most prized high school athletes regardless of school size didn't hurt things, either.
"Kenny said to tell you he was to stay in for a while," Larry said, "if you don't want to wait around I'll give you a lift home."
Terri frowned with exasperation. She'd wanted a little lovin' before going home.
"Okay, Larry. I don't feel like walking and I sure as hell don't feel like waiting."
They went to the parking lot and she got into Larry's old Ford. She hunched down in the seat, digging in her little bag for a cigarette. She lit up and inhaled deeply.
Larry stared the engine.
"Wanta go for a ride or do you have to go straight home," Larry said.
"I don't feel like going home, either; let's go for a ride."
Larry peeled rubber each time he changed gears.
"It's not much to look at, but it's a hot little car," he said.
"I like hot little cars," Terri said.
Larry barreled down the narrow street, screeched around the first corner, and headed out of town. He pushed the car past eighty-five, the wind howling through the open windows. The thrill of speed sent Terri's blood coursing. She liked to go fast, although she liked it better when she was driving herself.
She took the crumpled pack from her bag and dug her fingers in. It was empty.
"Shit," she snorted, and crumpled the pack and tossed it through the open window.
"Got a smoke, Larry? I'm out."
"No, but I got something a lot better," he said, grinning at her.
Terri sat up quickly.
"You got some grass?"
"Yeh, and it's good stuff."
"Well, shit, let's try it. Goddamn!" she said.
Larry pulled off the main road, up a little incline, and into a clump of trees. It was a regular parking spot for late night lovers. He cut the engine and reached under his seat, pulling out a little plastic bag.
"Larry Ross, teenage pusher," he said with a laugh, and opened the packet.
He quickly rolled a tight little cigarette, lit it, took a deep drag, and passed it to Terri. She drug deep, held it in, and then took another hit.
"Ahhhhh, this is good shit," she sighed.
"Yeh," Larry said.
They finished the weed and started another. It was good stuff and they were both higher than kites.
Terri felt like she was floating. She looked at Larry and decided he really was a good looking guy, although her father wouldn't agree.
"Holy shit, Larry, I really feel good," she said, and slid closer to him.
Larry wetted his hps with his tongue and put his arms around her. She was a true blonde and probably the best looking fox in school. He kissed her.
"Bet you never kissed a stud before," he said.
"No, but I think I like it," Terri responded. "Do it again."
Larry kissed her again, and this time felt her tongue slide into his mouth. He sucked at the wiggling thing in his mouth and then returned the favor. She sucked ardently.
Kenny was his best friend, but hell, a kiss or two wouldn't hurt Kenny, and would sure do a lot for Larry. He kissed her again, harder than before.
They necked like this for several minutes, and then he was kissing her cheek, her ears, her neck, and down into her blouse.
"Oh, God, Larry," she gasped, when she felt his fingers fumbling at her blouse.
She leaned back and let him unbutton her, remove her bra. She grabbed his head when she felt his lips on her nipple.
"Yes, Larry," she hissed, "suck my titties. It makes me so hot, so fucking hot."
Larry could hardly believe his good fortune. He'd always thought of Terri Condon as an untouchable, at least for him, and here she was turned on like a Christmas tree. She wasn't untouchable, she was a pushover. Larry was going to get him some good pussy.
"Aw. Larry, that feels so good," she cried, raking her nails through his hair.
Her nipples were as hard as marbles and the biggest Larry had ever seen. They swelled up hard and jutted into his mouth. He kept sucking and put his hand under her skirt. Her legs came open; she hunched against his hand.
"I got a blanket in the back. Let's get out and lay down," he said.
Terri didn't answer, but started to get out of the car. She looked back at Larry.
"Come on, hurry up," she said.
Larry spread the blanket and looked up at Terri. She had removed her skirt and stood in panties and blouse, the blouse hanging open.
"If you want anything else off, you'll have to take it off yourself," she said.
Larry didn't say anything, just reached up and hooked his fingers in her panties and slowly pulled them down. He was on his knees, and when he got her pants at mid-thigh, he staring into her blonde muff the likes of which he had only dreamed of. He let go of the panties, grabbed her asscheeks, and pressed his face to her crotch.
"Oh, yeah, Larry... kiss me there, kiss my pussy," Terri moaned, arching her back.
He ran his tongue into the thick hair, but only touched the beginning of her deep cleft. He let go of her ass and went back to her panties, pushing them down her legs to the ground. Terri got one foot out and her legs came open. She grabbed his head and pulled his face tight against her cunt.
She writhed above him while his tongue worked in and out of her hole. There was nothing like getting eaten, like having a wet tongue pushed into her cunt and she started to quiver, but Larry stopped and went back on his haunches. "Do you think old Kenny would mind if I fucked his girl?"
"Kenny who?" Terri said.
Terri came down on her knees in front of him and kissed him, her hands clawing at his fly. She got it open and thrust one of her hands inside.
"Oh, my God," she cried, and reeled out his cock. It was the biggest cock she'd ever felt. It felt like a baseball bat.
She dropped her head and stared at the monster in her hand.
"Oh, my God... Jesus God," she cried. It was harder than a pipe stem and the head like a ripe, purple plum. It throbbed in her hand, the veins stood out in relief. It felt so smooth against her palm, and so hard.
"Aw, Larry, fuck me with it," she said.
She was quickly on her back, her legs open, and Larry, with his pants bunched at his feet was on top of her. She reached down and grasped him and thrust it to her cunt. She was plenty wet and the knob opened her up and popped in. She groaned, held the stiff shaft in her hand.
"More," she gasped, "Oh, my God, give me more!"
She felt the monstrous thing squeezing in, forcing her cunt open. She lifted with her hips, let her knees fall away, and felt his coarse hair against her crotch. He was in all the way.
"Oh, Jesus, what a cock. Fuck me, Larry," she cried, and wrapped her arms over his broad back.
Terri was sure she was in heaven. She had never been so filled with cock and it was excruciatingly good. His hard, smooth body on top of her felt good, too. And the feel of that wonderful thing in her cunt, pushing in, drawing out, stretching her open... God, it surely was heaven.
Larry fucked steadily, sure his nuts would blow at any moment. This was the hottest cunt he'd ever had; she wiggled and twisted under him, moaning constantly. He was going to fill her little hot pussy to the brim with his come. Yeh, old Larry had fucked a few, but never one quite like this. She loved it.
They started kissing as their urgency increased. He felt her legs go up around his back, drawing him in even tighter, and he knew it was close to her come.
Her tongue was deep in his mouth when she started coming. She fucked his mouth wildly with her tongue, the rockets going off in her pussy like she'd never imagined possible.
"God, God, I'm coming, Larry!" she screamed, hunching and grunting.
"Me, too, baby," Larry drawled, and felt the thick stuff spurt into her quim.
He kept pumping, sending jet after jet of gooey cream into her churning belly. He fucked until there was nothing left and fell limp, breathing hard.
Terri lay under him, still moaning, still gently rocking her hips. It had been such a hard come it almost hurt, but it still felt good. Her felt hot, twitched with excitement. When he pulled out, she felt suddenly empty, abandoned. It was almost a forlorn feeling, like the huge thing should remain always plugged into her pussy.
He got up and stepped off the blanket and started to piss. She watched him wave his cock quickly, shaking off the last few golden drops. It was soft now and still huge. She was sure it was the biggest cock in the whole world.
He lay there with her legs spread open and felt some of the stuff leak out and tickle her thigh. Even then she didn't remember that she had forgotten to take the little pill she took every morning to keep from getting knocked-up.
CHAPTER THREE
Sunday morning, during church, Terri sat quietly, not hearing a word of the sermon. She had remembered she didn't take a pill on a certain day, and now after sowing her wild oats was silently praying for a crop failure. She knew she would get it on with Larry Ross again, though, no matter what; he was too fucking hung to resist.
Ralph wasn't listening, either. It troubled him that he and Mavis were quarreling so much, that and preoccupation with a bank deal-mostly the bank deal.
Mavis sat chewing at her bottom lip. She was still upset over her sister, especially since she and Ralph had quarreled again only this morning. She remembered her last statement, the one that ended the fight.
"You have a hell of a lot to talk about, buster; your older brother's a fallen-down drunk and your younger brother is sleeping with half the married women in town."
Ralph had turned red with rage and stamped out of the room, his old saw about the Condon's being people of quality silenced for at least the time being.
After the service, Connie Bishop, the preacher's wife came over and asked if she could talk with him over at the house. He graciously assured her that he would and told Mavis and Terri to go ahead that he would be along shortly.
Ralph assumed that it was church business since he was one of its largest contributors as well as president of the board. The Condon's were very important people. The three brothers owned the bank as their father had before them and a good deal of the town and outlying property. Of course, Clyde, the oldest, was a drunk, and Harry, ten years younger than Ralph, was a ladies' man, but Ralph ran the bank expertly and they all grew richer and more important.
After the crowd thinned out, he crossed the lawn to the two-story, brick house next door. Reverend Bishop was a young man, only twenty-nine, but very stern and seemed older. Still, Ralph thought of him as something of a pipsqueak. Mrs. Bishop was younger still than her husband, just a few years older than Ralph's daughter. Her father was a preacher, too, and she had met Bishop at a church camp. It seemed natural that they should marry, even though she was only nineteen.
They had been married two years. Ralph thought of her as a child.
Ralph mounted the front steps and pressed the bell. Connie Bishop answered. She was a precious little thing, very pretty, and surprisingly well built. She looked totally innocent and seemed too naive to make it in the world.
"Won't you come, Mr. Condon? I'm so glad you could come over," she said.
"Of course," Ralph said, and entered the house.
He looked around.
"Where is the Reverend?"
"He's not here. He had some calls to make; he'll be gone most of the afternoon. I'm the one who wants to talk to you. Won't you come in and sit down?"
Ralph cleared his throat.
"Of course," he said.
"I'll get some tea," she said.
"Oh, that isn't necessary, my dear."
"I want to," she said.
In the kitchen, she put a teapot and two cups and saucers on a tray with a creamer and sugar. She went to the cupboard and took a bottle hidden in the back. She filled her own cup half full with gin, took a nip from the bottle, and returned it to its hiding place.
She returned to the couch where Ralph was sitting and filled the cups with tea.
"There, isn't that nice?" she said.
She sipped from her cup, put it down, then picked it and sipped again.
"Oh, Mr. Condon," she blurted, "I just don't know how to begin. I asked you because you're such a kind and understanding man, and... and you remind me so of my own daddy. And I just have to talk to somebody."
Ralph could see that she was on the verge of tears.
"There, there, calm down, my dear. Of course you can talk to me; I'm flattered that you asked. Nothing can be so serious."
"You just don't know," she blubbered, and drained her teacup. "Oh, hell, I just don't know how to start."
"Just start," Ralph said as he reached out and stroked the back of her head. Her hair was so soft, like silk.
"Well... aw, Mr. Condon, I'm so unhappy."
Her cheeks were now stained with the trickle of a tear.
"Unhappy? Dear girl, you're so young, it's all ahead of you. What's the problem, what is making you unhappy?"
"It's my husband, he... he hurts me."
Ralph stiffened, almost came off the couch.
"He hurts you?" he roared. "The man beats you?"
"Oh, no, no... nothing like that; he doesn't mean to hurt me."
"Just what are you saying, then?"
"It's, it's... oh damn, it's so hard to say. It's sex."
Ralph stiffened, pulled his hand from her head.
"Sex?" he said.
"Yes. I hate it. When he... well, uh, during intercourse he hurts me. He doesn't mean to, but he does. He always hurts me and I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!"
She was screaming.
Ralph reached out and drew her to him. She was trembling like a leaf in the wind.
"There, there, calm down, Connie. You poor darling. Have you told him?"
"Yes, I've told him. He says it's his right and that it should hurt me. He says that God meant for it to hurt me, that if it didn't I might enjoy it, and I was not supposed to enjoy. It's a woman's burden to suffer when a man takes her sexually, he says that, and he believes it, and I hate it."
She was crying and Ralph held her tight. He could feel her ample breast press against his arm. He kissed her cheek and started stroking her head again.
"Maybe he's right, Mr. Condon. Is he right? Is it supposed to hurt me so much?"
"No, he isn't right. It isn't meant to hurt you. His thinking is an archaic absurdity. You should enjoy it, too."
She looked up at him with tear filled eyes.
"Really, should I enjoy it? Really?"
"Really," Ralph said and kissed her cheek. She was so sweet and innocent, so like his own little girl.
"Oh, Mr. Condon, Ralph," she said softly, and kissed his mouth. It was a hard, wet kiss.
Ralph stiffened and pulled away.
"I'm sorry, Ralph, Mr. Condon," she said.
"It's all right. You can call me Ralph if you want."
"I used to kiss my daddy like that... sometimes, and I just felt like I needed it. My husband never kisses my lips."
"It's all right," Ralph said. He wanted her to do it again and was struggling with himself.
"Oh, Ralph, darling," she said, and kissed him again.
It was a lingering kiss and her lips were so soft, so wet, so sweet. Ralph was sweating. The tip of her tiny tongue nudged at his hps then pulled back quickly.
"I'm sorry, Ralph. I know I shouldn't have kissed you like that, even if I did with my daddy. You seem so like my daddy, though."
"It's all right," Ralph said again, knowing it wasn't.
"I, I feel kind of sick, a little light-headed. Would it be all right if I laid down on the couch and put my head on your lap for a minute. Just for a minute, just until I feel better."
"Uh, well... yes, I guess it would be alright."
Connie quickly stretched out on her side and rested her head lightly on his lap.
"Yes, this is much better. I'll just close my eyes for a moment and I'm sure I'll feel better."
Ralph sat caressing her silky hair. She was such a lovely girl, so pretty, and so... so well developed. A preacher's wife shouldn't be so young and so alluring. Her head felt so good there in his lap. He felt his cock stirring and fought to prevent a hard-on. Even then, he wasn't sure she hadn't felt it against her lovely cheek.
He sat stroking her hair, fighting the thoughts that persistently crept into his mind. And then he felt her hand on his crotch. He didn't dare look down, but was positive she was opening the front of his trousers. His lips were dry and he licked them. He licked them again when he felt her warm hand inside his pants on his cock. He couldn't believe what was happening and looked down just as his cock went into her mouth.
He went rigid immediately, his cock swelling to its full length. Ralph Condon had a big cock, a solid eight inches. She sucked for a moment then let it free. She looked up at him.
"It's much bigger than my husband's," she said, and took it back between her lips.
"Do you suck his?" Ralph asked, incredulously.
She let him out again. "No, of course not," she said. She held the shaft softly and put the head back in her mouth. She lay there sucking, her tongue laving the top, the sides, the super-sensitive underside. She sucked at the gaping pee hole while her tongue caressed the bottom of the flat knob, stroking the little valley at the bottom of the glans. Connie Bishop was no novice to cocksucking.
"Oh, God, Connie, you're going to make me come," Ralph groaned.
She smiled, still sucking, and shook her head in the affirmative. She held the shaft in her fingers, gently stroking its length, her hungry mouth doing the most marvelous things to his throbbing head. He knew he was leeking into her mouth, but she didn't stop for an instant. His nuts were growing tight, insisting on their due, urging their release into this marvelous little mouth.
He gazed down at her with her face to his fly and realized he had been turned on by her for a long time and had never admitted it. He realized, too, what a full, sensuous mouth she had, perfect for sucking the cock, and someone had taught her well. It was easily the best head he had ever experienced.
Ralph didn't know, of course, that it was Connie's father that had trained her so well. Her mother was a severe woman, a fire and brimstone Christian, but her father was an earthy, sensuous man, and turned to his daughter for the fulfillment that his wife denied him. She wasn't yet ten when he first introduced his cock to her sweet little lips. She was eager to please him and drank his heavy release the first time she did it. She learned to love the taste of her father's prick and relish the rich reward that filled her mouth and excited her throat. When she grew older, and her own sensuous urges developed, they would lie naked together, kissing and caressing, ending their love session by orally satisfying each other. She adored her father's coarse tongue deep in her cunt and would come over and over, her young body quivering with delight. The morning of her wedding they spent two hours together lying sixty-nine. She came here with her husband after that, hundreds of miles away, and hadn't seen her father since.
She longed to bo back for a short visit, but her husband refused her, saying she was his wife now and had forsaken her parents; it was God's way. She didn't know if it was God's way or not, but she wanted her daddy, and now in a way, she had him. She nursed hungrily on the cockhead in her mouth, pulling harder now, anxious for the glorious reward of his thick, glutinous stuff squirting wildly into her mouth and down her throat. She was so hungry for man-come. Her little heart pounded because she knew he was drawing close.
Ralph continued to stroke her wonderful hair, gave a sharp, loud gasp, and felt his balls let go. His fat prick grew fatter and the stuff bolted down his shaft and spurted copiously into her waiting mouth.
She tasted the rich man-stuff in her mouth and sighed, almost coming herself. She squirmed on the couch, sucking blast after blast of thick goo from his cock. It was heavenly, like an alcoholic getting his first drink in months, in years. She tasted the marvelous stuff, let it slide slickly down her throat, sucked for more. He came a whole bunch, even more than her daddy had, and she felt deeply gratified.
Somehow, she had known that Ralph Condon | would let her suck his cock, and she knew, too, that he wouldn't kiss and tell. He would be her second daddy and let her suck him as often as they could get together.
Ralph was thinking along much the same line.
She lay for a long time with his prick in her mouth, and finally let it fall limply free. "I love doing that," she said, and looked up at him with her huge, innocent eyes. "Did you like it, too?"
"My God, Connie, how could I help but like," he said.
She raised up on one elbow.
"Would you kiss me now?"
He took her head in his hands, and with no thought of where her mouth had been, pressed his lips hard against hers. There was no temerity now as their tongues intertwined, sucking, licking at each other. He kissed her for a long time.
She seemed to grow more excited with each wet kiss.
"I'll do it again, if you want me to," she said.
"You mean now?"
"Yes, I mean right now."
"I don't know if I can respond again so quickly."
"Ill make you respond," she said. "Lie down beside me while I do it this time."
The couch was a big, old fashioned one with plenty of room for two people. He lay down on his side with his back against the couch. She stretched out again facing his cock. Her skirt was hiked up and he could see the smooth, white flesh of her thighs, his mouth scant inches below the spot where her pussy lurked behind the skirt.
He felt her hands on his cock, heard her moan softly, "Oh God, daddy darling, I love doing this to you," then felt her precious lips close around his prick. She took in his entire cock, it was soft and fit nicely. He remained soft while she sucked gently, her tongue caressing his shaft.
He felt the first urges in his cock and pressed his face to the front of her dress. His nose was all but between her legs and he could smell the hot, musky odor of her cunt. She responded by pushing against him with her hips. He nuzzled harder against her and heard her moan softly and felt her suck harder. It was obvious what she wanted him to do.
He slowly raised her skirt until there was nothing but smooth skin before his face. The hem of her skirt barely covered the crotch of her panties. He started kissing her legs and felt her jerk. He felt firm tits against his chest, rising and falling faster as her breathing speeded.
He kissed her a few more times before he pushed her skirt on up over her panties. She lifted her leg, completely exposing herself. He could see her panties were wet. They clung to her crotch, biting into the long furrow between her legs. She smelled ripe and sweet as only a young woman can.
"Oh, God, Ralph, kiss me there, suck me," she moaned, releasing his cock for a moment.
He remembered she was only a baby, less than half his age, young enough to be his daughter. He kissed her soggy panties hard. He could feel her lips almost open against his mouth. He traced the slit with his tongue and felt her clit pressing hard against her panties. She had an unusually large clit and it protruded well out of her cuntlips.
She was moaning and trying to move her hips, sucking frantically at his cock all the while. He realized he was completely erected again and that she was once again sucking only the head, stroking the shaft softly with her hand.
He moved himself enough to get his hands on her panties and tugged them down. She lifted enough to get them off her ass and he pushed them as far down her legs as he could reach. She struggled and kicked until she got her foot free and opened her legs to him.
He put his mouth to her open pussy. Her clit was fat and hard against his lips and he sucked the throbbing excited knob.
She lay still, holding his cock loosely in her mouth, as the long overdue orgasm swelled into her cunt. It had been so long, and it was so delicious and so sweet. Her cunt ached with the pleasure of a deep, hard come. She started to suck again.
Ralph couldn't remember ever being as excited as he was at this moment. She was so young, and so sweet, so precious. He pushed his tongue deep into her cunt. She was incredibly wet, the ripe juices pouring from her pussy. She couldn't have been wetter if she pissed. She squirmed and wiggled, wetting herself, wetting Ralph. He had never been a part of such a perversion before, yet covered her with his open mouth, taking all she had to give.
She was coming exquisitely hard, jerking violently, pissing in little spurts, all the while sucking voraciously at Ralph's rock-hard knob.
And then Ralph was coming, too. He thought she had emptied him the first time, but spurt after thick spurt belched into her mouth. She drank of him hungrily, just as he was doing with her. They continued sucking until both were empty.
They lay silently, breathing hard, until Connie finally sat up. She propped herself with one hand and stroked Ralph's head with the other as it lay on her thigh.
"I loved that, Ralph," she said. "It was one of the most blessed experiences I've ever had."
She gently caressed his face with her finger tips.
"I love you so much, darling."
Ralph raised up and they kissed, embracing tightly.
"Can you stay for just a little while longer? I need you to hold me and kiss me. I need tenderness and love so much after I come. My daddy always stayed with me afterwards."
Ralph heard her, but he wasn't sure he believed what she said. Her own father, a minister, had made her this way. He was at first appalled, and then thankful. He silently thanked her father for making her this way. It was the most exciting sex he had ever encountered.
"My husband never does this. His lovemaking is so harsh, so painful, no fondling or even kissing. He never kisses me. He refuses all variations. He just gets on top of me and forces his cock into my cunt and shoves in and out until he comes. Then end of act; he goes to sleep. He'll only do it in the missionary position."
She giggled girlishly then.
"Approprriate for him, I guess."
Ralph was amazed. She knew so much, and feigned such innocence. Had her father taught her all this?
"I could do completely without intercourse... you know, fucking. What we just did is so much nicer. I'll let you fuck me, Ralph, if you want to and if you'll be gentle."
She hugged him and kissed him.
"Yes, Ralph, you can fuck me. I wasn't a virgin when I was married. My daddy didn't do it; he never fucked me. We would always do what we just did, or I would make him come with my hand, but we never fucked. It was a counselor at church camp and he just did it to me once. He hurt me, too."
They finally separated and Ralph got up and straightened his clothing. Connie lay back on the couch, her dress up over her hips, her legs hanging open.
"Do you like to look at me?" she said.
"Yes, I like to look at you," Ralph answered.
"Next time we'll go in the bedroom and take all our clothes off. I like to look at you, too."
She hesitated.
"You can pee on me, too," she added softly.
After he had gone, Connie lay back and caressed herself, her fingers bringing her off expertly. She had wanted Ralph Condon from the moment she first saw him, and now she had him. he was her love slave. She would let him fuck her, too, even though she hated being penetrated. Maybe he would give her the baby that her stupid husband couldn't. She closed her eyes and continued playing with her pussy.
Outside, Ralph drew a breath of relief and hurried home. He told Mavis the preacher had wanted financial advice. Everyone wanted free financial advice. Mavis sympathized with him and he realized that he was no longer angry with her.
That night they made love for the first time in weeks. Ralph even bent down and kissed her pussy, something he had never done before. It was an awful thing to do, but so terribly exciting. She closed her eyes and lifted off the bed, hoping he would do it more. He did, several times, and she almost came. He shoved his big cock into her then and she came off three times while he fucked her. She had never made it more than once bofore. She almost always made it when he fucked her, even with little foreplay. She didn't know why she could come so easily, but didn't question it, only enjoyed it. Unfortunately, Mavis didn't know that girls could masturbate and only got that wonderful feeling when Ralph fucked her.
Terri had a date with Kenny, and since his parents were gone, went to his house and spent the evening. They both got a little drunk on wine and she sucked him off. Kenny was always good for more than once and he fucked her, too. Kenny was a good fucker. His cock wasn't huge like Larry's, but it was big and he knew how to use it. He was always a little rough, and she liked that, too.
Since she'd let Larry have her, Terri was wondering why she let Kenny have all her goodies. Other boys had cocks, too. She even wondered what her Uncle Harry would be like in the sack. He was a wild sonofabitch.
CHAPTER FOUR
If Mavis thought she was entering into a new and glorious sex life with her husband, she was quickly disappointed. Ralph went immediately back to his old ways. It was as if she wasn't sexually attractive at all, and this upset her and she was once again filled with self doubt. She was sure Ralph must get it somewhere else now and then, but she had no idea how often or with whom, nor did she want to know. It was almost two weeks again since he'd touched her.
Ralph, on the other hand, was well taken care of. He had been with Connie several times, usually at her house, but once they'd slipped away and spent most of the day in a motel in the next town. He had fucked her that day and found he enjoyed the oral sex more. He pretended she was his daughter and she pretended he was her daddy; it added extra spice to their illicit affair.
To Mavis, Ralph seemed totally preoccupied when they were together.
"We don't have to dress up; we can go the way we are."
"Go? Where are we going?" Mavis asked.
"Oh, didn't I mention Harry wanted us to come over. He has some new toy he wants to show us."
"No, you didn't mention it."
"Must have slipped my mind. Well, anyway we're going over to Harry's. He'll probably feed us hamburgers or some such garbage. At least he serves good booze. It's been a rough day, I can use a stiff belt."
Mavis never argued with her husband when he was like this and went to get her jacket. She couldn't find it, remembered when she left it at her sister's, and wore a sweater. The memory still made her uncomfortable.
Harry was still a bachelor at thirty-five, and lived in a luxurious apartment. He was better looking than either of his brothers and rarely slept alone. All the boys had been outstanding athletes and he and Ralph were still in excellent shape.
Harry met them at the door.
"Come in, come in," he gushed. "God, Mavis, you get more beautiful each and every day. I just don't get to see you often enough."
"You know where I live, Harry," she said.
"Yeah, but people would talk."
He laughed and hugged her, kissing her lightly on the lips.
He always fussed over her and it made her a little nervous. She loved it, too, though. She knew she was a beautiful woman, still well built, but with the way Ralph acted, she needed all the outside help she could get. Harry always gave her a lift. Of course, he gave all women a lift.
"I need a drink, Harry," Ralph said.
"Comin' right up," he said. "What's your poison, Mavis?"
"Scotch, as always," she said.
"Sorry 'bout that, honey. Guess old Harry better take a memory course when he forgets what a lady drinks."
"What's this new toy you have to show us?" Ralph said.
"Let's relax and have a couple of drinks first. Enjoy it more."
"I'm hungry," Ralph said.
"We'll have some hamburgers or something later." He got up and took Ralph's glass. "Ready for another?"
"Yeah," Ralph said.
They sat and drank for over an hour. They were feeling good and mellow, especially Ralph, who had literally guzzled his first two. Harry got up and went to the window and glanced out.
"Well," he said, "I think it's time for the unveiling; it's dark now. I waited until it got dark because it's much more impressive under soft lights."
He came over and took Mavis' hand, lifting her from the chair.
"Come on, honey. You can come, too, Ralph, if you insist."
He chuckled and gave Mavis a hug.
He led them out of the glass doors onto the huge patio. The kidney shaped patio was above the garden of grass and short shrubbery. An eight foot fence surrounded the small area, giving it complete privacy. He snapped on the lights and the yard was bathed in soft light. Beside the patio was a huge, redwood tub filled with water. It stood just slightly higher than the patio, but could be stepped into without any trouble. He flipped another switch and the water started a slow, circular swirling.
"What the hell is that," Ralph said.
"It's a hot tub, big brother. Christ, don't you know about anything?"
"Oh, yeh. I read something about them. All the rage in sunny California. Right?"
"Yep. The good ones are made there."
"What do you do with it?" Mavis said.
"Oh, Christ, Mavis, you get in it, soak in it. Therapy."
Mavis went to the edge and peered in.
"How deep is it?"
"About up to your pretty chin standing flat-footed."
"Looks enticing."
"That's why I asked you over. Let's go in. You know, communal sort of thing."
"With our clothes on?" Mavis asked stupidly.
"Aw shit, you know better than that."
Mavis knew what he had in mind and started giggling. The booze was getting to her and she felt excitably good.
"It's too cold out here. We'd freeze."
"It's heated. The water is hot."
Ralph had been staring at the swirling water.
"You know, it does sound kind of fun. We could wear our underwear."
"Yeah, if you want to," Harry said.
Little pricks of excitement raced up Mavis' spine.
"Ralph, how could you suggest such a thing?" She marveled at the way anything was all right as long as he or one of his brother's suggested it. If someone else in town did something like this and Ralph heard about it, he'd say they were sick, sick, dirty perverts.
"Nuts, Mavis, it's a big tub of water, it's almost dark out here. Nobody'll see you."
Nobody but Harry, she thought.
"Sure, Mavis. I got an eight-foot fence and you can wear your undies," Harry said.
He already had his shirt off and tossed it onto the chair.
She looked at her brother-in-law. He had a big chest, muscled and hard. It was covered with black hair. His arms were hairy, too. Ralph had very little body hair.
She looked at Ralph. He was sitting on a chair untying his shoes. "Come on, Mavis, let's go," he said.
"I'll undress in the kitchen," she said.
She peeled off slowly. God, she thought, my panties and bra are so skimpy. If I'd had known I'd have worn something a little more modest. She looked out the door. Both men were in the tub.
"Don't look 'cause here I come," she cried.
She stepped out the door, the cold air giving her goose bumps. She shivered and dashed for the tub. She jumped feet first into the hot water.
"Oh, God, it's hot! Mmmmmm, feels good."
"See these places around the sides? For holding glasses. I think we all need another drink," Harry said, and pulled himself onto the patio. He stood dripping.
"Goddamn, that cold air is invigorating."
Mavis stared at him. He looked like a wet ape. His briefs clung tight against his body, his cock and balls bulging out the front.
He dashed into the house. He was gone a short time before returning with three tall glasses. He passed them out and jumped back in.
Mavis took a drink. It was terribly strong and felt hot and fuzzy going down. It was a good feeling.
"What do we do now?" she said.
"Just soak and feel good," Harry said. "It feels much nicer in the nude. Hell, we may as well take it all off. We're under water and can't see anything." He put his drink down and seconds later threw his shorts onto the patio. Ralph emptied his glass and followed suit.
"Go ahead, Mavis, take it all off. Harry isn't going to look at you," Ralph said.
She wasn't sure about Harry, but she knew Ralph wouldn't. She put her drink down, and feeling very risque, skinned off her panties.
"Wheee," she cried, as she hurled her panties onto the patio. When she had her bra off, her tits bobbed up in the water, her hard nipples just breaking the surface. She felt wonderful and stretched out her arms, half-floating. She retrieved her drink, and while she drank deeply, her other hand found her husband's crotch under the water and gripped his cock. Ralph grinned at her. She felt his cock grow in her hand. Harry watched, grinning, knowing what she was doing. He waited until she had killed her drink and returned her hand to the water, then took her hand in his.
Mavis stiffened when she felt him take her hand. She felt him pulling her hand and knew what he was going to do an instant before he pressed her hand over his cock. She just let it bob against her hand for a few seconds, then slowly closed her fist around the thick gristle. He was already good and hard. She'd always thought Ralph was big, but Harry was bigger.
She glanced at Ralph to see if he suspected. He didn't; he had his eyes closed, so she started stroking both cocks. She felt a thrill she'd never imagined she would-the thrill of illicit love. Harry's cock felt so exciting, so hard and so long.
"So this is what hot tubbing is all about?" she said, squeezing both cocks.
"Exactly," Harry said. "Do you like it, Mavis?"
"Yes," she said softly, breathlessly.
She felt Harry's hand on her ass, felt him caress the cheeks, tickle the deep cleft, then slide down, down, until the tips of his fingers were between her legs.
"Oh, oh," she said.
"Hey, Ralph, you know what we forgot in our haste to pile in here?" Harry said. "We forgot towels; we'll freeze our butts off when we get out. Ralph, you always liked cold air; how about trotting in the house and grabbing an armload of towels from the linen closet?"
Ralph's eyes popped open; they were glazed; he was very drunk. He had been imagining it was Connie stroking his cock. He struggled at the edge of the tub.
"Okay, Harry," he muttered.
He somehow got out of the tub and to his feet. He was a fine speciman for his age, hard and smooth, no paunch, and his hard cock stuck straight out.
"Old Ralphy's really hung," Harry said.
Mavis stared at her husband's thrusting prick and moved her hand harder on Harry's. Harry's fingers were sliding back and forth between her cuntlips. She was turned on like she had never been turned on before.
Ralph staggered into the house.
"Oh, Harry, we... we mustn't do this," she sighed, but didn't let go of his cock.
"No, Mavis, we must. I've wanted you for such a long time."
He brought his other hand over and cupped her breast, then palmed her hard nipple, rubbing it gently. His finger had pushed into her cunt. She sighed softly, squeezed his throbbing cock.
Ralph burst back onto the patio, a load of towels under his arm. He dropped them on the patio and sat down heavily, draping his legs into the tub. He sat puffing, his head hanging drunkenly on his chest. He was still half hard.
Mavis dropped Harry's cock and reached out for Ralph.
"Get back in honey or you'll freeze," she said.
Ralph stared at her, grinned, then closed his eyes. He sat without moving.
Mavis slid her hands up his thighs and tried to pull him in. He wouldn't budge, but suddenly Mavis didn't care. She had his cock in her hands again and started masturbating him slowly.
She felt Harry move up behind her, felt his arms circle her waist, his hands on her tits, felt his monstrous cock nudge between her legs.
"Oh, yes, yes," she moaned, and suddenly had her mouth on Ralph's cock.
She had never really thought much about sucking a cock, let alone do it, but she was sucking now, sucking hard. She knew what would happen, and wanted it to happen, actually wanted him to come off, to spend in her mouth. She wasn't sure what had come over her, but it was the most exciting thing she had ever done. She sucked hungrily, her hand flying on the shaft.
She felt Harry's cock sliding against her slit and spread her legs open, literally hanging from Ralph's cock. She gave a little grunt when Harry's knob found he hole and forced it open. She grunted again when the fat thing pushed inside, and again when Ralph went stiff and her mouth suddenly filled with a thick, slippery goo. She wanted to gag, but swallowed instead.
Ralph groaned and fell backwards. He'd have smashed his head on the patio, but fortunately, hit the pile of towels. He lay grunting while Mavis sucked his cock dry.
"Are you okay, Ralph?" Harry said, pulling his sister-in-law tight against him. His cock was about half way in and he stroked into her slowly. Mavis clung to the side moaning softly, a dribble of white come at the corner of her mouth.
Ralph sat back up.
"Yeah. Jesus, I'm fine," he mumbled, staring at the two with unseeing eyes. "Starved, Harry. Got anything to eat?" he said.
"Hamburgers," Harry said, without missing a stroke, "but I'm not gonna get out now just to fry some goddamn hamburgers."
He struggled to his feet again and staggered towards the house.
"I'll help you, Ralph," Mavis cried, pulling forward. "Oh," she said, when Harry's cock came free.
"Go ahead, soak," Ralph yelled, waving his arm behind him. "Don't need no help." He disappeared into the house.
Harry pulled her close again.
"Harry, Harry, we can't do this," she cried.
"The damage is already done, Mavis; I've already been in there once. Turn around and face me; let's do it right."
"Oh, Harry, we can't, Ralph will come back and catch us."
"Ralph won't be back, he's blind drunk. Now turn around and face me. Grab the sides of the tub and float on your back."
She turned around and he kissed her. Her arms went around his neck and she kissed back hungrily. She could feel his cock hard against her belly.
"Grab the edge of the tub and let yourself float. I want to fuck you, Mavis," Harry said.
Mavis felt a twinge of guilt when she realized she wanted him to fuck her; God, how she wanted him to fuck her. She did as he told her.
"Spread your legs open," he said.
She did and he came between them, his cock thrusting hard against her cunt. She reached down with one hand and pressed his cock against her hole and then pushed it in. She moaned softly when the thick gristle went inside. It was her first cheat and it felt wonderful. She hooked her legs behind his back and pulled him in. His cock went in to the hilt.
"Oh, Goddamn, Harry, yes, yes, fuck me," she cried.
Harry held her hips, slowly sliding his hands up until he was at her tits. He squeezed one in each hand, rubbing against the nipples while he jabbed savagely into her cunt.
Mavis sobbed, wiggling her hips in a frenzy. This was fucking, real fucking. It had never felt like this before. It was pure joy.
"Oh! Oh! Don't stop, please don't stop. I'm close, honey, I'm getting close. Hurry, hurry, don't want Ralph to get back before, before... I'm... mmmmmm, yeah, yeah, faster, faster, I'm, oh, Goddammit, I'm coming! Ooooooooh, fuck, so good. Darling, it's so fucking good!"
She bucked against him, moaning, jerking. Harry couldn't hold out against her writhing body and shoved in deep, his nuts spewing their stuff into her belly. He thrust in again and again, squirting a thick wad of come each time.
"I'm coming, too, baby, and Goddamn is it ever good!" he cried.
He had been certain she would be good, but hadn't expected anything this good. She was a hot, ripe woman, and it was obvious that she was not getting enough ass. Ralph was neglecting his lovely wife and Harry was just the man to fill the gap.
Mavis let go of the tub and wrapped her arms around his neck. She kept her legs locked around his hips, holding him in.
"Harry... darling, I'm so ashamed of myself for letting you do this to me, but... but it was so good, so wonderful."
She held him tight and pressed her mouth over his. His cock was softening, but it still felt big and powerful stuffed up inside her pussy. She wanted to hold it there forever.
"I'm not the first woman you've had in this tub, ami?"
"No," Harry answered, "but you're certainly the best."
"Oh,. Harry, darling," she cooed.
They lay in the water for a long time kissing and caressing. Even after she let his cock float free, she still felt the warmth that it had left behind.
They finally decided they'd had enough water, and Mavis leaped from the tub, grabbed a towel and raced for the house. Harry got out more leisurely, and carefully dried himself as he went in.
Ralph lay on the floor, snoring. Mavis kneeled beside him and cradled his head.
"Poor darling," she cooed. "He'll catch a terrible cold."
"Nah, he's too drunk. Boy, he drank enough. I was really making them strong."
Mavis looked up.
"You meant to get him drunk so you... " Harry grinned. "What do you think? I'll get him on the couch."
Harry lifted his brother and carried him to the couch. They bedded him down and covered him with a thick blanket.
"You hungry?" Harry said.
"I'm starved," Ralph said.
"I'll fry us up a couple of hamburgers," Harry offered.
"I can do it," Mavis said.
"Nah, you're my guest," Harry said.
Mavis sat at the table, wrapped snugly in the big towel and wolfed the hamburger. It tasted delicious. She tossed Harry a quick glance and said, "Fucking sure makes a person hungry."
"Yeah, and eating makes a person want to fuck again."
Mavis blushed.
"I've wanted you for a long time, Mavis."
"Bullshit, you never looked at me before tonight, Harry."
"If you think that, you haven't paid attention. I was in love with you when you married my brother."
"Harry!" she squealed. "You never said a word, not then and not since."
"You were a couple of years older than me and you didn't know I was alive. Besides, you were interested in older men, especially Ralph."
They finished their burgers without saying more. Harry filled their glasses with wine and lit a cigarette.
"Let's go in and see how old Ralph is doing."
Ralph was snoring softly. Mavis bent over and pulled the cover up over his bare shoulders. Her towel slipped down, revealing a white, full tit.
"Goddamn, Mavis, you're lovely," Harry said, and pulled her into his arms.
"Not here, Harry, not in front of Ralph," she cried.
Harry kissed her, anyway, and her arms slid up around his neck, her towel sliding slowly to the floor. They pressed together, kissing hard. His hairy body felt good against her and she could feel his cock begin to thrust against her belly.
"Harry, you're getting hard again."
"I can't help myself; you make me want to stay hard all the time."
"Darling, my darling," she murmured, her hand sliding down to circle his cock. She found his mouth again, her tongue hungrily exploring inside, drawing in and out.
Without a word, they went arm in arm to the bedroom. Harry gave her a little push and she went easily onto the bed. It was conveniently turned down, as if waiting for them. Harry lay down beside her.
"You sure gave Ralph's cock a good sucking out there by the tub," he said.
"Is that a hint?"
"More like a request.""
"I've never done it before tonight: never even considered it. I don't know what came over me." She searched his eyes. "Do you believe me?"
"Yes," he said.
"It's true, it was my very first time."
She slowly moved herself on the bed until she faced his cock. It was hard and throbbing when she tenderly held it up to her lips. She kissed it on the end, all over the head, and down the sides before opening her mouth and taking the fat glans inside. He moaned when she began to suck.
She was a novice, but a novice that needed no instructions. She cupped his balls in one hand and held the shaft with the other while she bobbed up and down on the knob. She fucked her mouth with his cock and then held it tight, sucking forcefully. Harry lay still, moaning with pleasure, his hand caressing the back of her head.
"Yeah, Mavis, suck me off," he coaxed. "Jesus, what a talented mouth. Keep sucking, baby, keep sucking. The good feeling is starting."
Mavis tasted something leaking into her mouth and squeezed hard at the base of his cock. Sucking him was making her cunt tingle hotly, and she didn't want to stop yet; she had to hold him off.
She stopped sucking, drew back, and stared into the flared hole in the tip. She loosened her grip and a tiny spurt shot out and hit her lips. She squeezed back down, her tongue whipping out.
"Oh, yeah, honey, that's great," Harry grunted. He had almost shot off, but she had stopped it at the last possible instant. His cock throbbed with need.
"Goddamn, baby, I was almost there. Yeah, squeeze it hard, hold it off for a minute. Jesus, that felt good. Yeh, yeh, now start all over again."
She started sucking again, squeezing both his shaft and balls, but not too tightly. She brought him close three more times, getting a taste of his come each time, before she dropped down, taking as much cock in her mouth as she could hold. He spurted wildly then, gobs of stuff spitting into her mouth. She swallowed hungry, savoring the musky taste, relishing the burning sensation it left in her throat.
"Did you like that?" she said.
"God, honey, you need an answer?" he moaned.
He raised up on one elbow.
"Just lay there like that and I'll give you a real trip around the world. You ever have one?"
"I don't know what you mean," she said.
"Just lay back and relax and you'll find out," he said.
He started at her toes, kissing them, sucking them. He sucked each toe in turn and then moved on up her foot. He kissed her feet, her ankles, her calves, not missing a spot. He lingered at her knees and moved on up her thighs. Mavis gurgled with pleasure, her body on fire, as he moved up her open thighs. He reached the very fringe of her cunt before he stopped and came up to her face.
"Oh, darling, don't stop there," she moaned.
"I won't, but I'm saving the best for last," he said as they pressed their lips together.
He spent a great deal of time with her face, her nose, her ears, her lips, and then moved down onto her neck. He progressed slowly, tenderly until he reached a nipple, then with a rough frenzy brought the nubbin up to bursting. He ravished her tits, sucking the nipples until they were swelled with fever. Mavis lay gasping when he went on down her belly. He went to the edge of her cunt hair and stopped again.
"Oh, no, don't stop again," she moaned.
He wrestled her onto her back.
"The back first," he said.
He nuzzled in her arm pits, kissing and licking, tasting of her salty sweat. He massaged her back with his lips and tongue down to where the deep crevice of her ass began. He nuzzled the cheeks, spreading them with his hands to open them for his tongue. Mavis gasped when he reached her puckered asshole. He... he wouldn't, she thought.
She jerked when his tongue went in. She was amazed, disgusted, and thrilled as he moved his tongue in deeper and deeper. It was totally unexpected and a new thrill raced up her spine. She shivered with delight and lifted her ass against his face. He stopped all too soon and moved lower, the tip of his tongue stabbing at the beginning of her cunt.
He raised up again and rolled her over, and without further hesitation, buried his face in her fluffy muff. She was soaking wet and her cunt came open like a flower in bloom to receive his thrusting tongue.
"Oh my God," Mavis moaned. "I wouldn't have believed... I... Oh Jesus, so good, I feel so good."
Harry sucked her distended clit, nipping the bulging organ with his teeth. Mavis held his head tight with both hands, pushing hard against his sucking mouth. He pushed his tongue deep in her pussy, drank of her juices, tongue fucked her rapidly, and then returned to her clit, mauling it with his lips.
"Harry, Harry, you're making me feel so good! I don't think I can stand any more. Oh, oh, my darling, I think I'm... I'm going to come, baby, babeeeee, I'm coming!"
She was screaming, twisting, jerking, and coming harder than anything she had ever experienced before.
"Oh, Jesus," she gasped. It was too soon, really. She'd wanted it to go on forever, but it was there, bursting inside her body, an explosion of pleasure and pain she'd never dreamed possible.
He inserted his tongue up her cunt again and sucked gently while she came down. He knew it was an experience she would never feel again, not in the same way, and wanted to keep her up as long as he could. He was tired, his mouth hurting, but he kept sucking at the gasping, opening and closing little hole between her legs. She lay there quivering for a long, long time, the juices from her cunt soaking Harry's face.
"Are you all right," he finally said, his head resting on her thigh.
"I'm more than all right," she answered. "I think I'm in heaven. I've never been as excited in my life. I feel wonderful, all over, even my toes are tingling with pleasure."
She held his head against her leg, breathing unevenly. Her belly still glowed warm with the lingering fingers or orgasm. She, too, sensed that maybe she'd never feel anything like it again. She felt his cock against her foot. : "You're hard again, Harry," she said.
"Rock hard, baby. Can I fuck you now or do you want to rest a while?"
I "Shit, Harry, you can do anything you want now. I... yes, I think I'd like you to fuck me. Bring it all back; make me come again; make me come over and over."
Harry came up over her, his muscled, hairy body heavy. His cock found the spot, and without anj help, eased inside.
Her lips were tender and it hurt a little, but the pleasure of the thick thing forcing her open was greater. She moaned, splaying her legs wide to accommodate him. She wanted it all, every last hard inch, and she wanted it now. Her hand! dropped to his butt and she pulled, hunching witl her ass, until he was buried to the hilt. She had almost ten hard, thick inches of gristle in her bell] and started coming again. It was too soon. Shi came too quickly, but she knew it wouldn't be thi last and released herself to the sharp thrill. Shi pulled fresh air into her lungs and wanted i cigarette, more wine, and wanted to come ye again.
Harry probed deep, almost pulled out, thei pushed back in to the hilt. She felt so soft, si pliant beneath him. Her cunt was badly used ani still squeezed him, grasping at his cock, sucking a his cock. He felt her jerk quickly, and shiver, am knew she was spending again. Was it her second her third? He didn't care anymore and thrust at hei roughly, determined to empty his balls in her onci again.
She was probably the best jump he'd eve experienced, the hottest, the liveliest, and whei she emptied his nuts this time he would be wipei out for quite a while. He was close, and stopped ti rest, prolonging it as long as he could. He felt th tension drain away and started pumping again.
"Harry!" Mavis screamed, "I can't take an more; it hurts, it... unnggg, oh God... I'm coming again!"
Harry felt the stuff rolling from his balls and they came together. They lay puffing, holding each other tightly together. Harry gave quick little jerks, draining off the last of his spend. He started to rise.
"No, not yet," Mavis said. "Stay in. Just lay here and love me, make me feel needed. Kiss me, darling."
He kissed her.
"I've never felt like this before, never felt the need of a man to stay with me like this. Don't ever pull out."
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine. I feel wonderful. You feel so good in there. It was beautiful, the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me. I feel so good. Don't leave me, Harry."
"I won't," he said.
They slept.
When she awakened, he was beside her. Her first thought was to have him back; she wanted his cock desperately.
When he awakened, her feet were against his head. She lay softly sucking his cock. He pushed her legs apart and found her cunt with his lips. They lay sucking each other for a long time, and then came almost simultaneously.
Fortunately, Ralph was still snoring. Mavis dressed before she awakened him.
"Where have you been?" he cried, sitting up quickly, then grabbing his head. "Jesus, my head is "Here with you, baby. We were too drunk to drive, so I slept with you here on the couch."
Ralph swung his feet to the floor, apparently satisfied with her answer. She wondered how much he had seen the night before, and how much he would remember. She knew she would never leave him for Harry, but knew she would never be satisfied with him again. Harry didn't want to marry her, anyway.
CHAPTER FIVE
Two days had passed, two days in which Mavis had done a great deal of soul searching. She knew she had done wrong, the guilt ate at her, but it had been the most thrilling night of her life, and she had enjoyed it thoroughly. The itch had been with her since the moment she left Harry's apartment. She was certain she was in love with him. She tried to convince herself it was lust, and not love, but failed.
Mavis turned off the hot water and went downstairs to the bar. She was trying to stop drinking during the day, but one scotch before her bath wouldn't hurt anything, and she needed it. Her body ached for Harry. She filled a glass half full of scotch and took a hefty swallow. It burned good, warmed quickly in her belly. Her dressing gown hung open and she looked down at her naked front, felt the fire in her cunt, and took another drink.
"Who the hell can that be?" she said, when the doorbell broke her silent reverie.
"Hello, Mrs. Condon," Chris Fraser said when she opened the door. "Is Terri home?"
"I didn't feel good when I woke up. I got to feeling better and thought maybe Terri... "
"Chris, you had to know better than that," Mavis snapped.
Cltris hung his head. "Yeh, I guess so," he muttered, "but I was lonesome, needed someone to talk to. Could I come in for a while?"
"I was just about to take a bath, I... " She pulled her dressing gown tight, wasn't sure what she was feeling, and said, "Yes, for a little bit."
The boy followed her into the house and sat on the couch.
Mavis looked at the boy. He was so frail. She knew he had fucked her sister, had all but witnessed it, and had seemed to change since that day. Perhaps he had even been with Mabel since. He was still shy, nervous, but it was different, almost like he knew that appearing innocent was stimulating to an older woman.
"I was just having a drink; would you like one?" she said.
"Yeah," Chris said.
She replenished her glass and did the same to another.
"I like it straight sometimes," she said, handing him the glass.
"Me too," Chris said.
He took a drink, blanched visibly, and then took another. The scotch was smooth and the second swallow went down easier.
"You really don't drink, do you?" she said. "You're only fifteen, Chris."
"Almost sixteen," he said.
He took another drink and stared at her standing there clutching her robe. "Sit down beside me."
Mavis emptied her glass. She could feel the booze doing its work and sat down. Her robe was a frilly thing with no buttons, and difficult to keep closed.
"I shouldn't have let you come in, Chris; I'm barely dressed."
"God, Mrs. Condon, you're so beautiful," he said.
Mavis was trembling. She knew what she was doing, but couldn't stop herself. Her robe had fallen open and she knew he was staring.
"Why did you come over here, Chris? Do you think I'm like my sister?"
"I... what do you mean?"
"You know what I mean."
She was no longer holding her robe, and her tits were all but bared.
"You... you know?" he asked.
"Yes, Chris, I know."
Chris reached out and felt one of her tits.
"Please, Chris, don't... "
"Oh, Mavis, let me, please let me," he cried.
It was the first time he had ever called her Mavis, and it excited her. What was happening to her? She knew this wasn't love, it was lust. She was sending vibes that even a fifteen-year-old couldn't miss. She'd known this would happen, wanted it to happen; otherwise, she'd have kicked the kid in the ass and sent him home the minute she opened the door.
"Chris, Chris... no, no, no," she moaned, pulling his face against her tits, pushing his hand down her belly into the thick hair of her cunt.
Her nipple hardened in his mouth. She hugged him tight with one arm while her other hand searched for his fly.
"Yes, honey yes, play with me," she moaned.
She fought his zipper down and reached inside. God, his little cock was so hard. She wondered if Ralph or Harry got that hard when they were fifteen. They didn't now. She pulled it out and squeezed it tight in her fist.
"God, Chris, you're so hard," she cried.
She let go of his prick and started pushing his head down. It all seemed so natural, so good, as she slowly lay down, easing his face to her crotch. She was on her back, her robe wide open, and pulled Chris's slim body on top of her. His clothing was harsh against her nakedness.
"Kiss me, Chris, kiss me," she said. She felt his hps on her pussy and hunched up. "Oh, Chris, darling," she cried.
She could feel his stiff prick poking against her neck, and moved herself enough to get it over her face. She lifted her head and took it into her mouth. She tasted the salty head, then pulled down on his ass, pushing his whole cock inside.
"Aw shit, Mavis, I... I... " he moaned, and started eating her cunt, his tongue pressing into her hole.
Mavis felt the gut pleasure of his mouth on her pussy, tasted the sweetness of his youthful prick, and understood her sister. The boy was young enough to be her son and he was going to make her come; God, how he was going to make her come. And she would make him come, too.
I understand, Mabel; I understand and I forgive you, Mavis thought, her belly churning with lust.
She felt the bliss of orgasm grab at her cunt and heaved up against his searching mouth. The head of his cock was in her throat, and it was going off, spitting its gooey stuff, slippery and hot. She held him to her face, emptying his cock.
Chris lay panting, his face still between her legs.
Mavis finally rolled him off and sat up. "Have you done that with Mabel?" she asked.
"Yes," Chris answered.
"Do you like it?"
"Oh yeah. You made me feel so good."
"You called me mother. Have you done it with her?"
Chris avoided her eyes.
"No," he said.
"I think we need another drink. We'll get a little drunk and you can pretend I'm your mother when you fuck me."
Chris shivered.
Mavis left her robe on the couch and went to the bar. They drank while she undressed him, and then sat cuddling and kissing. The boy got drunk quickly, Mavis not far behind. They stumbled up the stairs together and fell into bed, giggling drunkenly.
"Do you want me, Chris?" she said.
"God, yes," Chris said.
"Say it, tell me you want me."
"Mavis, I want you. I want to fuck you."
"And I want you to fuck me. I never wanted anything more. Get on top of me; let me feel you," Mavis asked.
He stretched out on top of her, pressing his throbbing prick against her mound. She moaned softly and wrapped her arms around him. He felt so good.
"Let's just lay like this for a moment, Chris. Hold me tight, kiss me."
Their mouths locked together, tongues entwined. Her body tingled with anticipation. Harry had awakened something in her, something that she realized she was not able to turn off. She realized, too, how drunk she was, and good it felt to be drunk and rolling in bed with a man, or even a boy.
She didn't feel his hand between their legs, her first sensation coming when she felt his prick slide into her sheath. It went in so easy. She shivered, hunched against him. It wasn't very big, but it felt wonderful.
"Yes, Chris, yes, fuck me," she moaned.
Her legs came up, locked over his back. She smothered the skinny boy in her voluptuous body, rolling, hunching, bucking beneath him. It was thrilling, wonderful as his little cock pumped furiously into her cunt. She'd never dreamed illicit sex could be so much better. She squeezed his cock with her cunt and made him groan.
"Goddamn, Mavis, your cunt feels so good," he screamed.
"Yes, Chris... ahhhh, Goddamn, honey, I'm going to come. Keep fucking, fuck hard, hard. Ooooooh, baby, that feels so good, so very good."
She jerked under him, her cunt opening and closing on his prick.
Chris buried his face in her soft neck and went stiff. His cock was like a rock and jerked each time a wad of jizz squirted into her waiting pussy.
"Aw fuck!" he snorted and emptied his nuts.
They lay panting. His cock slipped out and stuck wetly to her thigh. He remained hard.
"Shit, Mavis, that was the best I've ever had," he said.
"Better than Mabel?"
"Yeah, lots better."
He meant it, too. Her cunt was tighter than Mabel's, and the way she snugged it around him was unbelievable. She was prettier, too, and not as fat.
"How many times have you had her?" Mavis asked.
"Lots of times, now. I went over to her house every day but one last week. But I didn't want to today. I wanted you."
"That's why you came over?"
"Yes."
"Did you think I'd let you?"
"I wasn't sure, but I was hoping, and when you let me come in, I knew it would happen."
"You're still hard. I can feel you."
"Sometimes, I can just stay hard."
"I hope this is one of those times."
"It is. You make me stay hard."
Mavis shivered. Maybe a young boy was the best kind.
She felt terribly drunk, her head fuzzy, reeling, drugged with alcohol and sex. She realized Chris was loving her, but she could only lie and moan, and accept the intense pleasure she felt. His mouth was on her breast now, and she shivered. Chris Fraser was only a boy, but he was a very sensual boy.
He sucked at her nipples until they burned. They stood out red and hard, aching for more. He raised up and nuzzled each taught nipple at the hole in his prickhead, then bunched her plump tits and masturbated between them until he was moaning, his cock as hard as when they'd begun, maybe harder.
"Not yet," he said, and stopped, letting her fabulous boobs fall loose.
He gave her nipples several more hard sucks and then slid his mouth to her armpit. He licked and kissed both before moving down and up over her heaving belly. He left her navel filled with spit and attacked her cunt, spreading it open with his fingers for the invasion of his tongue.
Mavis grunted, and sagged back down as he ravished her pussy hole. She was on the verge of a violent come when he stopped.
"No, no," she moaned, "I'm so close, honey."
"Roll over," he ordered.
God, it was just like Harry had done, only he had already worked over her cunt. She rolled over.
He kissed the backs of her thighs, spreading them wide and licking at the tender insides. He worked up to her crotch and she lifted so he could get at her cunt again, but he ignored it, spreading her cheeks open and drawing his tongue wetly from bottom to top and then down again. He licked again, deep in the slit this time, and stopped at her tiny, puckered hole. His lips pressed tight to her anus, his tongue pushing hard.
Mavis felt the new excitement buckle in her belly. It was a different thrill, deep in her gut. Had Mabel taught the boy to do this? She didn't know, of course, that Harry had sent her around the world several times, and she had passed the knowledge on to the boy. She had only encountered a couple of boys that had been willing, and Chris was far and away the best, the most willing to do anything and everything she wanted, and the best at it. He was a natural.
Mavis moaned while he sucked her ass, ashamed at her delight, disgusted with her pleasure, but it was too good to stop him. He pushed his tongue in deep, and reamed her slowly with long push-pulls of his tongue.
He stopped again when she was at a frenzied peak, and got up over her. She didn't know what he was doing until he had spread her cheeks wide and she felt his stiff prick at her anus. She tried to pull away, but he held her with surprising strength. Her butt was slick with his spit and with one hard surge and his cock split her asshole and went inside. It hurt and she grunted loudly.
"No, Chris, no. Stop! That's nasty," she cried.
Chris held her and pressed in. His cock went in slowly, inch by inch. "Jesus, your tight," he said.
It hurt, felt like he was ripping her open, but it tingled, too, tingled with a sensation she'd never felt. She wailed for him to stop, yet she gyrated her ass, taking in more of his pecker until he was pressed tight against her, his meat in to the hilt. He started fucking then, slowly at first, but picking up speed when she relaxed.
"Oh, my God, Chris, good, good, Where did you learn this?" she cried.
He didn't answer, just fucked steadily into her ass. Mabel had taught him, lifting her big ass to him the second time he came to visit. Mavis's hole was much tighter, though, and he knew he would come quickly, too quickly, and slowed his thrusting. He sank it in all the way and rested.
"Yes, Chris, go slow. It feels so good. I don't want you to ever stop," she cooed.
It amazed her that such a nasty thing could feel so good. Until now, she didn't know that such a thing was possible. She had never heard of ass fucking. It amazed her, too, that she had such strong feeling there, even though her excitement when she was kissed there should have been a clue. She wiggled her ass, wanting him to start again.
Chris started moving, drawing in and out with long, steady strokes untl he was sure he was almost there. He wrapped his arms around her, grabbing a tit in each hand, and started jerking rapidly, his cock flying in and out of her ass. He felt the first spurt leave his cock at the same time her pucker ring tightened on him. Her sphincter tightened and loosed on his shaft, milking spurt after spurt from his bulging cockhead.
Mavis was coming, too. Coming like she never imagined possible. It was deep in her belly like a ball of bursting flame. Unlike her cunt, she could feel each burst of fresh goo as it spewed into her ass. It was like soothing cream, warm and slippery.
"Don't stop, Chris, please," she cried.
Her asshole was wet with his come and he kept pumping. She brought her ass up, almost screaming, and felt a new wave of intense pleasure. She was coming again.
"Chris, Chris, wonderful, sweet and wonderful Chris," she moaned when at last he lay still, his cock soft but still buried deep in her ass.
Chris was spent, just as he had been spent after every bout with Mabel. This was better, though, more satisfying than with Mabel. It had to be the next best thing to fucking his mother. He lay breathing hard, holding her marvelous tits, the nipples still hard against his palms.
Mavis was covered with a thin film of sweat, her chest heaving, her belly glowing with deep, satisfied pleasure. She had never felt so warm and good before. It was the most satisfying fuck she had ever experienced. His cock was still in her ass and it felt wonderful, too. She found it easy to hold him in, even though he was completely soft. She didn't want to ever let go.
Chris finally freed himself. She clung to him, kissing and hugging, but he insisted he had to go. They had spent a long time together and it was getting late.
After he had gone, she was glad he'd had the presence of mind to realize how late it was. If he'd left it up to her, Terri would have come home and found them together. She crawled under the covers and fell into a drunken sleep. If Ralph came home and was angry because she had gotten drunk, he could go fuck himself, she thought.
Terri was coming up the street when Chris ran from the house. She called to him, but he evidently didn't hear, and went on across the street, stumbling, but not falling. He stumbled again in his front yard and fell on the grass. He was such a clumsy boy.
He had changed, though, and very suddenly. Terri couldn't put her finger on it, but he was different somehow, more self-assured, like he had suddenly grown up. He used to look at her like a lovesick kid, but now he looked at her like Kenny did sometimes. Maybe he was just realizing what sex was about. Terri wasn't interested, though. He was too much of a kid.
She found her mother in bed.
Mavis woke up when Terri entered the room.
"Hi, Terri," she said. "Don't feel good; wanna sleep."
"Wasn't Chris just here?"
"I heard the doorbell. Just didn't feel like answering. Let me sleep for awhile," she said, and dropped off.
CHAPTER SIX
Something awakened Chris and he sat up in bed. He looked at the clock. It was past midnight. He wondered if it was his mother. She hadn't come home for supper. He heard voices whispering and got out of bed.
It was one of those still, clear nights when even a thin slice of moon was enough to see by. All he had on was pajama bottoms and he shivered.
He went silently through the dark house, stopping abruptly when he got to the living room. His mother was sitting on the couch with a man. They were kissing and Chris felt a pang of jealousy like he always did when she was with a man. A small light was on in the corner, casting the room in pale light.
"Oh, Jack," he heard her say. Her legs were straight out in front of her, and the guy had his hand under her skirt.
"Nita, baby, I do love you. You know it," Jack said.
He pushed her skirt up. She wasn't wearing panties and he buried his knuckles in her thick bush.
"We shouldn't, darling, Chris is here," she said.
"The kid's asleep. We'll be quiet."
Nita melted against him, pushing against his hand. "Oh, Jack, darling," she sighed, and kissed him.
He opened his pants and pulled out "his cock. It looked white and smooth in the dim light. It was quite long, and slim, and very hard.
Nita's hand slid down and gripped him, squeezing hard, then started to slowly slide up and down.
"Yes, Jack, yes," she moaned. "I need it, I need it so much."
Nita always needed it. She couldn't seem to get enough.
She was quickly on her back, her skirt up over her hips, her legs open, waiting for him. Jack came down between her legs, his cock gliding in with one smooth motion. Nita moaned, hunched up, her legs going high and draping softly over his back.
Jack humped vigorously. She clung to him, grunting softly, her legs tightening over his back. They had fucked scarcely a minute before she started coming. She came so easily, and knew she would have several more before he made it.
Her legs had come back down and she was lifting up against him when he stopped. He sat up quickly.
"Wha... what's the matter?" she cried.
"Went soft," Jack said.
"You didn't come, did you?"
She started to sit up and he pushed her back.
"No, I didn't come," he said.
"Is something wrong? Have I done something?"
"No, it's not your fault."
He got to his feet, pushed his cock into his pants.
"I'm going home," he said.
"Don't leave me, not like this," she cried.
"It's no good, Nita. Marie is getting suspicious; we've got to stop seeing each other."
"But... but you said... "
"I know what I said," he snarled. "Don't make this any harder than it is. I've got three kids to think about, besides, she wouldn't give me a divorce."
"You promised, you - "
"Just shut up... please. It's over. It was fun, but it's over. Forget what I said. Forget me."
"Jack, darling!"
She started to cry.
"Don't go, don't go."
"Shit, I knew you wouldn't let go. Well, I'm leaving, and I don't want to ever see you again. I don't love you and I never did. You were just a good fuck, nothing else, and now that's over, too."
He zipped up his pants and stomped out of the room. The front door slammed behind him.
When Chris came in, she was sitting up, sobbing hysterically.
"Mom, mom, what's the matter?"
"Chris, were you listening? Did you hear... "
"I heard you crying, mom. What's wrong?"
He sat down and put his arms around her. She reeked of alcohol. She went soft in his arms, still sobbing.
"Oh, Chris, I don't want you to see me like this. I'm drunk and I'm unhappy. Oh, I'm so unhappy."
"The bastard, the dirty bastard. I'll get him for this."
"Oh, no, Chris, it's not his fault, not really, it's mine. I don't know why I need a man so much, I just do. It's so lonely for a divorced woman. All they want is... they think a divorced woman is an easy mark, just an easy lay. Oh, Chris!"
He felt her tears on his neck, on his shoulder. She was so soft and warm, so full, so sexy.
Nita Fraser was too sexy for her own good, and she was an easy mark, just an easy lay. She was blonde and built and well aware of the effect she had on men, yet unable to admit the effect they had on her. She was desperately in need of affection, constantly seeking reassurance of her charms, and since she was a highly sexed woman, there was only one way to get that assurance.
She married Chris's father when she was seventeen and divorced him when she was twenty. She had still loved him, but he was a wife beater, and after three years of battering, she could take no more. She had not seen nor heard from him since. She avoided men completely for three long years, but once she started dating again it was one man after another. Her biggest weakness was married men, and after a torrid, heart-breaking affair, had packed up and took Chris and left the city. They had been here for two years. She had been going with Jack on the sly for three months, but it was over now.
She hugged her son, unable to stop the deep hurting sobbing. Chris felt her voluptuous body against his, saw her perfect legs exposed almost to the crotch. His heart went out to her in pity, but still his cock hardened with lust.
"Don't cry, mother, I'll take care of you. I'll give you what you need. I love you, mother, and I want you, want you so much," he said.
His words didn't jell in her befuddled mind until she felt his hands inside her blouse, felt her brassiere come free, felt his cool hands caressing her ripe mounds.
"Oh, Chris, no, no... " she cried.
She clung to him, but he pried her arms loose and removed her blouse. He was much stronger than she'd imagined, and she felt so weak and helpless.
"Chris, stop," she moaned, and put her arms around him again, pressing her marvelous tits against his bare chest.
"Shhhhh, mother, don't talk. You need me and I need you. It's reason enough," he said.
She couldn't seem to concentrate. Everything was unreal. She didn't know when he removed his pajama bottoms, or how he got her on her back on the couch. Then she realized he was lying on top of her and she felt him enter. It was a quick, short thrust, forcing his cock in all the way.
"Darling, Chris, my baby... you can't, we mustn't," she moaned, but her knees were already coming up and her ass was grinding against him.
"Aw, Chris baby, no... you feel so good, but you have to stop, you, you... "
Their lips met and her arms were around him. Her legs came up and gripped his waist. It was the way she liked it best; locked around a man, rocking under him.
"Fuck me, Chris, fuck me," she hissed into his mouth.
Chris had developed great restraint in his short training period, but he wasn't fucking one of the Condon women now. It was his wonderful mother, and he pumped violently, straining hard for a come.
"Not so fast, Chris," Nita cried.
She was coming up fast, but didn't want him to get there before she did. She had to come. She always had to come. Goddamn, she was getting close and jerked convulsively, her arms and legs tightening around his body.
"Yes, yes, yes, I'm coming, darling," she gasped. "Do it, Chris, do it; come with me... ooooh, my darling baby."
Nita was inflamed with the idea of fucking with her son. She had imagined what it would be like many times, but always rejected the thoughts, feeling they were perverse and against society.
She decided to go against society this once. She was coming hard and it was her own son bringing her off. It would never happen again, but she was going to enjoy it now.
"Mom, mom, I'm coming too," Chris cried.
He was in to the hilt and spurting. He hardly moved, letting her cunt do the work. Her cunt contracted around his prick, sucking the stuff from his balls.
Finally, they lay still, Nita's legs dropping weakly from his back. She still held him tight in her arms. He felt so good there, so warm and alive.
"Oh, Chris, for a moment there I thought I was in heaven," she said.
"I was, too, mom, and I still am. I've wanted to fuck you for a long, long time."
"Hush, darling, don't spoil it."
"Nothing can spoil it. You won't need those other men now; you have me."
Nita avoided his words. She concentrated on how pleasant it was to have him like this, how good his cock, still hard, felt inside of her. She needed this part, too, the understanding and gentle caresses afterward. She felt warm and good inside.
"Chris, Chris,, my darling baby, I need this so much, the weight of a man on top of me, the heat of him inside me. I love it so. So many men have fucked me, and I loved them all. I see a cock and feel it and squeeze it and I want it. I want it hard and throbbing, lunging up into my pussy."
She didn't know why she was telling him this, but she couldn't stop. She had to tell him, make him understand.
"I live to fuck, Chris, everything else seems unimportant. I... oooh, baby, you're getting hard again. I can feel it." I "Let's go to bed, mother."
"No, no, I couldn't stand it to be apart for even an instant, not right now, anyway. Fuck me again, darling, right here, now. Oh, Chris, fuck me!"
Chris started to fuck again. This time she lay still, her legs open. She wanted to feel that he was doing it alone, almost without consent, using her like all the men had before him.
"You're good, Chris, my God, you're good," she cried. "Fuck me, baby, fuck me!"
She was moving with him now. She couldn't stop herself he felt so good. She was wide open and soaking wet, and he wasn't that large, yet it was exquisite the way he slid in and out. She would come again, and then maybe again.
Chris was more in control of himself now, and knew when she made it. He brought her to the peak twice and then stopped.
"Let's go to bed, Nita," he said.
"You didn't come yet," she said.
"No, not yet. There's plenty of time for that. I want to fuck you until dawn."
"Chris, you're so grown up, so mature. I had no idea. I've been with few men who could do what you're doing. Yes, darling, let's go to bed and make love until dawn."
They went to the bedroom, removed what little clothing Nita still wore, and got on the bed together. Chris kneeled beside her and started kissing her tits, drawing her nipples to hard, little peaks. He moved slowly down her torso until his lips were at her cunt. She gurgled with contentment when his mouth closed against her cunt.
"Yes, Chris... ooooh, my darling, eat me!"
She held his head, pressing his mouth tight, her hips squirming.
"Darling, darling, lay beside me... yes, yes like that. I want to love you, too."
He was stretched out and she took his cock into her mouth. They lay sixty-nine sucking each other. Chris had intended to hold out for a long time, to fuck her again after he finished with his mouth, but her hps were too urgent, her sucking too insistant.
She had to have him like this; her hps cried out for his seed, and she was rewarded with his warm spill. He tensed and pushed against her while his come squirted into her mouth. She sucked gently, drawing the goo out and swallowing, and then sucking for more.
"I pleased you this time," she said, after he was drained.
"Oh, mother, it was so good," he said.
They went to sleep locked in each other's arms.
Nita awoke the next morning with a warm, delicious feeling deep in her cunt. She dreamily enjoyed the pleasant, vaguely familiar sensation for a long while before realizing what was happening.
She was lying on her stomach, her ass up, and Chris was on top of her, his prick buried deep in her ass.
"Oh, no, Chris," she whispered. How did the boy know? she thought. Did he sense it, or... or was ass fucking hereditary?
"Does it feel good, Nita, mother?" Chris asked.
"Wonderful," Nita sighed.
It was the first time she had been taken this way since her divorce. With Frank, it had been a regular thing. They had started it while dating to avoid pregnancy. It hurt her the first time, but she grew to love it, to prefer it. They had continued ass fucking after they married. Frank was often too rough, but she loved it, and now her son was riding her ass, thrusting deep, cupping both tits in his hands. A delicious thrill sailed through her body and she sighed with contentment. Everything was perfect now, even though she had vowed before falling asleep that their brief, sexual affair must end.
Chris had awakened when the first rays of sunshine streamed through the window and gazed at his lovely mother lying on her belly. Her fantastic ass was all smooth and white and inviting as it lifted gently with her breathing. He couldn't resist. He felt his cock harden at the sight and eased himself on top of her, and after wetting her hole with spit on his finger, pushed in. His finger had gone in surprisingly easy.
Nita Fraser had a remarkable ass. It was almost her crowning glory. In tight pants or shorts, it was a sight to behold, and she often lewdly revealed it in a tiny bikini. Nita still did justice to a bikini. She hardened the stubbornest of cocks. She had used it often to attract a man. Too few, however, realized its glorious potential, Chris being only the second to take her from the rear.
She had lain for a long time, moaning softly, before she roused. Chris had feared she might be angry; his fears proved groundless.
"Good, good," she moaned, "go slow, Chris, make it last a long, long time."
"I was afraid you might not like it."
"Not like it? Chris, I love it."
She raised her ass to meet him, enveloping him deeper.
It would probably bring her only one come, but what a come it would be. She could already feel the sweet sensations his caressing cock was bringing. She seemed so much more sensitive there. She could feel the length of his shaft and the ridge at the bottom of his cock. In her cunt, she felt only that she was filled, that it was good, even when the cock was much larger. Her ass felt it, defined it, absorbing it into her very being.
"Chris, darling, it's getting so good, so good. Can you hold out a bit longer?"
"Not much longer."
"Just a bit, a little bit. I want to come first, feel the shock in my ass, in my cunt, too, before you come in me."
Chris knew he could give her maybe a few more seconds. His cock was tingling, itching to purge itself. He gritted his teeth and stroked steadily with long, slow strokes.
She came then, a low moan escaping her lips, her ass coming up, twisting, turning. He kept fucking, his release a second away. He felt it then and fucked faster, harder, grunting each time his cock belched out a wad of come.
Nita felt his come flood her, something she didn't experience when it was deep in her cunt. She felt its wetness, its warmth, and floated on a cloud of orgasm and it went on and on, a soft glow of pleasure. She realized how much she had missed it all these years. It was the best way, easily the best way.
"Empty yourself, Chris, but don't pull out, just let it soften inside. I love the feeling," she said, dreamily.
Chris stopped and lay heavily on her back, clutching a tit in each hand, kissing her neck and ears.
"Did you like it, mother?"
"I loved it, darling."
"Can we do it again?"
"Any time you wish, as often as you wish. Every day, twice a day, all the time. Oh, my darling, I feel so Goddamn good."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Mabel Condon poured whiskey into the glasses and returned to the couch, bringing the bottle with her. They were going to get drunk together tonight. She handed Clyde his glass, and sat beside him, close to him.
It had been almost two weeks since Chris had been to see her, and she was badly in need. She needed a boy, a man, any man, even her husband.
Clyde tipped up his glass, let the raw whiskey slide down his throat. When the glass was empty, he put it down and belched.
"Ahhh," he wheezed. "Good, feelin' good."
Mabel took a drink, too, then unzipped his pants and reached inside.
"Feelin' pretty good, but needs to get hard," she said.
She reeled it out and stared at it. It was soft and shriveled. She slowly worked it in her hand, squeezing the head from its sheath and then hiding it again. She kept this up until it seemed to stiffen a little.
"Get hard, Goddammit, I'm horny," she cried.
"Geez, Mabel, I'm pretty drunk. Don't know," he mumbled.
"I need it, Clyde, you know I can't do without. It's been two weeks since the boy was here."
"Two weeks?"
"Yes, two weeks, and I'm so horny I could fuck with a goat. Now get hard."
She pulled on his cock with a vengeance.
"You don't have to play with me to get me ready; I'm ready now."
She had her hand under her skirt, two fingers deep in her pussy. It felt good, but fingers couldn't replace a cock. She needed a cock.
"When he was here last time he took me in the ass."
She felt Clyde's pecker respond.
"God, he gets so hard, Clyde, almost like a fat pencil in my ass, only it was warm and alive. It felt so good. He's the best ass fucker I've ever had."
Clyde was hard now, so she unbuckled his pants and pushed them down his hips.
"Lay down on your back. I'll fuck you," she said.
Clyde lay back on the couch, his eyes closed, his head in a daze. Mabel lifted his feet up onto the couch and got his pants down to his thighs. His fat prick was standing nicely.
She lifted her dress over her hips and straddled him. With a leg on each side of him, she held his cock in her hand and lowered herself down, guiding the knob directly into her hole. It popped in and she eased herself down, slowly, carefully so she could feel it go in. Clyde's cock was big and filled her so nicely. She sat straight up and started bouncing.
"Feels good, Clyde, been a long time," she said.
She had her hands on the couch, one on each side of his chest, and bent forward at the hips, grinding hard onto his loins. It wouldn't take too long, not like this; her cunt was feeling warm and good already.
"Stay hard, Clyde, just a little longer. I'm close, honey. Oh, Jesus, I need to come so bad."
Clyde had his eyes closed and was all but passed out. She felt him softening and felt his cock slide down.
"Oh, no... you bastard, you dirty bastard, stay hard!" she screamed. "It's all your fault I have to have other men. I need fucking; I need to come. Why can't you stay hard; why can't you fuck me?"
"I know it, honey, I know it's all my fault. I love you, jus' can't keep it hard. Sleepy, wanna sleep."
Mabel felt his cock come out and slide wetly, harmlessly, against her leg. She got up, slapped at his cock with her hand, and started to cry. She picked up the bottle, filled her glass, and took a long gulp straight from the bottle.
"You fuckin' bastard," she snarled. "Worst fuck in the whole world."
She picked up the bottle and poured whiskey over his limp cock, soaking his pants. Clyde gripped himself, groaned, and rolled onto his side facing the back of the couch. Mabel picked up her drink and sat in a chair. t t t Ralph pulled into the driveway and cut his engine. He hoped Clyde was home and in any condition to talk. He had to confide in someone; it was eating his guts out.
He had gone to Connie's that afternoon and spent two hours lying naked with her. The entire time was spent sixty-nine sucking each other. She had told him how much she loved him and that she was pregnant. He had only fucked her once, just once, and she was carrying his baby. He was crazy for her and couldn't get enough. He was miserable when they weren't together. She had sucked him off twice, hungrily drinking his jizz, and here he was, a few short hours later, with an erection. He had to talk to someone.
He got out of the car and unzipped his pants. He took out his cock and squeezed it until it was soft, then pissed heavily onto the driveway. He watched it puddle and then run down the slanted drive. It wasn't much, but it helped a little. A good piss always helped a little. He shoved it back in his pants and zipped up.
Mabel answered the door. Ralph scowled, he had hoped the bitch wouldn't be there.
"Is Clyde here? I'd like to see him," Ralph said.
"Sure, he's here," Mabel said. "Come on in if you want to see him."
Ralph watched her wiggle her ass lewdly a couple of steps ahead of him. She was staggering, too. Drunk, as usual. He went into the living room and saw Clyde facing the back of the couch.
"There he is, Ralph. If you wanta see him take a good look. He's passed out cold. A little earlier than usual tonight."
Ralph was sick to his stomach. His brother was a hopeless drunk, and his wife was a slut. He hated her.
"Sit down and have a drink with me," she said, dropping carelessly into her chair.
He was going to tell her to go to hell, but he needed the drink. God, it was almost too much.
He picked up the bottle from the coffee table and took a stiff belt. He waited for it to settle hotly in his stomach and sat down in the chair facing his sister-in-law. He took another swig. It helped a little.
"He wouldn't eat supper, just wanted to drink. He always passes out when he does that. I tried to stop him. He just won't listen," she said, trying to make Ralph see it wasn't her fault. She knew he thought it was always her fault, never his dear brother's.
"like hell," Ralph snorted. "You're drunk, too."
"Sure, why not," she said belligerently, and took a drink of whiskey. She looked at Ralph, smiled, and lifted her skirt almost to her crotch.
"Do you think I have nice legs?" she said.
"Put your dress down. They're fat, too fat."
He lifted the bottle to his lips again.
"You don't like me, do you, Ralph?" Mabel said, leaving her skirt high on her thighs.
"No. I never have."
"Why?"
"Many reasons. You're a drunk, a cheap slut, but mostly because of what you've done to him. Look at him, look at what you've done."
"You have it a little wrong, brother-in-law. It's just the opposite. Look at what he's done to me."
Ralph started to say something.
"Just hold it a minute, let me get my two cents worth in for a change. He drank too much long before I married him. I didn't drink at all. We would go out and he'd never finish the evening without getting bombed. He usually passed out and I had to get him home the best I could."
"Yeh, usually with the help of another man, a man that didn't leave after you got him home."
"I wasn't a virgin like my sweet sister when we got married; Clyde knew that, he'd had me himself. I didn't cheat on him, though, not at first. He drove me to it. I'm a very sensual woman. I need a man all the time."
She took another drink. She put her foot in the chair, hoisting her skirt. Ralph found himself staring into her moist, glistening nest. Her slit was open. She had never gone this far before. He nervously sipped from the bottle.
"Oh, he fucked me at first, but it grew less and less frequent. I didn't need it any less just because he didn't. I cheated on him once and it was good, so I cheated again. You think I was doing him wrong, but he knew it and he didn't mind. He even brought men home for me, and if he stayed sober long enough, watched them fuck me. Do you hear, Ralph high-and-mighty Condon. Your brother watched other men fuck me. He got his kicks from watching."
She brought her other foot onto the chair and spread her knees wide. Her cunt was open, the fat hps spread wide, revealing her completely.
"Look at me, Ralph. Look at my cunt. Clyde tried to fuck me just before you came and couldn't stay hard long enough. Look at me; I can't help it. I'm a cunt in need and your fucking brother made me that way."
Ralph felt confused. He stared at her cunt. He was surprisingly drunk for such a short time. His cock was hard again, he could feel it straining at his pants.
"You have a hard-on, Ralph. I can see it from here. I've often wondered if you could use it any better than your brother."
"You bitch," Ralph snarled.
He was on his feet and in front of her. He glared down at her, his whole body trembhng.
"You dirty bitch," he cried, and fell to his knees, burying his face in her pungent muff.
"Oh, God, Ralph," she cried, pressing her thighs against his face. She grabbed his head with both hands.
His tongue was buried in her cunt, licking, sucking, probing. She held him fast, reveling in the feel of his mouth. He was good, so good, the best she had ever had. He knew just where to put his tongue, how to use his lips, when to nibble with his teeth. Marvelous, marvelous! she thought.
She let him feast on her cunt until she was about to come, then pushed him over backwards. With amazing speed she had his pants down and was upon him. His prick went up between her spread legs and into her cunt.
"Yes, Mabel, fuck me," he groaned.
Mabel spread out on top of him, hunching wildly, bringing herself back to the rim of orgasm quickly. She lifted up and teased herself with his knob, then grunted and dropped back down, taking him all the way in and coming at the same moment.
It was the release she had been seeking, and she groaned, but kept her hips moving, faster, harder. Her come was jerking her cunt, flowing up into her belly, driving on up her spine. She hunched one last time and lay still.
"That was good, Ralph. I came so hard," she panted.
Ralph roused and rolled her over without disconnecting, his cock hard and throbbing with anticipation. She lay quiet under him, spread open, and let him empty inside her. She knew he was coming from the way he jerked, and felt good. She'd wanted to make him do it to her for a long time, and she'd succeeded. Her own orgasm still clutched her, and when he quieted, she drew him close, holding his cock inside. It felt good in there and she didn't want to let go.
"You had to have me, didn't you?" he said, feeling his cock shrivel.
"Yes. I've wanted you for a long time. It was good. I liked it."
There was a long silence, then Ralph said, "I hked it, too. I think I needed it."
"It didn't hurt you to stray, and it certainly doesn't hurt Mavis. She'll never know. I think fidelity is overrated."
Ralph laughed and rolled off. He stretched out beside her and kissed her.
"Fidelity," he said. "You think fidelity is my problem? You might be surprised to know that infidelity is my problem. My infidelity."
"Ralph, not you," she said.
"Well, uh... yeah, but that's past history," he said, afraid he'd already said too much. He raised his arm and looked at his watch. "Hey, it's late. I gotta be going."
Mabel raised up and threw a leg over his.
"I wish you didn't have to go so soon. I'd like to make a little present history." She cupped his balls in her hand.
"We just made some, and if you don't stop that I won't get going and I really must go."
Ralph extricated himself from her hand and leg and got to his feet. He pulled up his pants and shorts, tucked in his shirt, and buckled up.
"When will I see you again, tomorrow?" she asked.
"No, but soon," Ralph said.
He stepped out of the house into the cool night air, drawing his lungs full. He felt better than he had in a long time, maybe fucking Mabel was just the release he needed. He still loved Connie, but it didn't seem like the only thing to live for. He could still shove it into a woman and enjoy it. Mabel had proved that, and his pent up hatred for Mabel was gone, too. It was like a stone lifted off his back.
He stopped beside his car. He didn't feel drunk anymore, and hauled out his cock and took another piss. Hell, he might even be able to screw his wife again.
Mabel heard his car pull out and got to her feet. She still felt drunk, and picked up the bottle and took a pull. God, it wouldn't take much more and she'd be in never-never land with Clyde.
Clyde rolled onto his back.
"Good ol' Ralph," he mumbled, "knew he'd take care of my baby. You come good, honey?"
"You were playing possum," Mabel said.
"No, not really, just wasn't out all the way."
Mabel came over and kneeled beside the couch.
"He was good. I always knew he would be."
She took Clyde's cock in her hand. The front of his pants were still wet with booze.
"He's bigger than you, Clyde. Ooooh, he has such a big cock."
"Harry even bigger," Clyde mumbled.
"Yes, I know," Mabel said.
Mabel played with his cock. It stood at half mast.
"You need to come, honey," she said.
"Too sleepy."
"You don't need to do a thing, mamma will take care of you. You always get off this way," she said.
Mabel's face was over his cock. She opened her mouth and sucked him in. He tasted good, like a swizzle stick from a glass of whiskey. She took him all the way in and sucked the whiskey taste from his hair. When he started to stiffen, she backed off. He was too long to take it all hard.
"Suck it, baby, suck it all out," he mumbled.
Mabel sucked, her hand busy on the long shaft. He was close already. He always came quick when she sucked his cock after fucking with another man.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Terri Condon walked lazily down the street, not sure what she wanted to do. She lit a cigarette, even though she wasn't yet smoking where the wrong people might see. She was ditching her last class and, since it was such a beautiful day, decided to walk across town to her Uncle Harry's and see the hot tub that her mother had raved about. Uncle Harry never locked his place during the day.
She let herself in and looked around. He had such a groovy place. She heard a noise and stood still. Maybe there were burglars, her uncle shouldn't be home at this time of day. She went silently through the house towards the soft sounds. Her short trip ended at a half opened bedroom door.
Uncle Harry was home after all. He was naked on the bed and he had an equally naked woman under him. The woman's arms and legs were wrapped around his hairy body, and he was fucking like mad. The house was very quiet, and she could hear the woman's soft moans of pleasure over her uncle's heavy breathing.
Terri stood transfixed. She'd had her share for a girl seventeen, but she'd never watched anyone else fuck before, and it was exciting. Uncle Harry was known for being a real lady's man, and she wondered whose innocent wife he was banging today.
Harry stopped and raised up, pulling his cock free. He was on his knees, his huge prick waving above the woman's hairy mound. Terri put her hand quickly to her mouth, stifling a gasp. His cock was monstrous, bigger than Larry Ross's big baseball bat cock. It looked wet and shppery, throbbing and heavily veined, the maroon knob bulging.
The woman stretched and brought her arm down. Terri saw her face, stiffened.
"Oh, my God, mother!" she cried softly.
She saw the languid look of lust on her mother's face and winced. She saw her mother's hand come up and grasp her uncle's huge, ugly prick.
She could hardly see through the cloud of tears as she stumbled out of the house. She had no right to do that, and even less in front of her daughter, Terri thought. Mother's aren't supposed to do that, especially her mother. She had only vaguely faced the fact that her father must fuck her. She somehow found the front door and rushed out of the house.
Mavis looked towards the open door.
"Did you hear something, Harry?" she said.
"Naw, it was just house noises."
Mavis wasn't really interested in noises, anyway, and returned her gaze to the lovely cock in her hand.
"Move up here a little closer," she said.
She pulled gently on his prick. He straddled her hips, inching himself forward until his cock was above her soft tits.
"You didn't come?" Mavis asked.
"No," Harry answered.
"That's not fair. I did, so you have to, too."
She raised herself between his legs, holding his cock tightly, and closed her lips over the dripping hole.
"Mmmmmmm, nice," she murmured when he was clean, and closed her mouth around the head.
She sucked the thing with pleasure, her hand gliding back and forth on his rigid shaft. She found she really enjoyed sucking his cock now. It got so much harder that way, and it thrilled her even more when he started coming, the warm, gooey stuff squirting into her mouth. She couldn't handle much more than the head, though, because he was so big, and realized she'd enjoyed it more the time she'd sucked Chris. His prick had been just right. She remembered taking its entire length and how she had sucked when he fucked her mouth.
Harry was grunting, thrusting against her face, but she held him tight so he wouldn't choke her.
She pumped faster with her hand and felt the first sticky wad in her mouth. She took another spurt before she swallowed with satisfying relish. His come was so thick and musky. She could almost smell it. She continued stroking his shaft, her mouth sucking hard, until she had him emptied.
He fell back, his half-hard cock flopping onto his belly. He lay breathing hard. She had become a really outstanding cocksucker in such a short time.
"It's getting late, honey," she said. "I don't want to go yet, but I'm afraid I'd better."
"Will I see you tomorrow?"
"No. Tomorrow's my bridge day. I'd rather fuck, but God, we can't fuck all the time."
"Why not?" Harry said.
"That's a good question. Maybe we should try it," she said with a giggle. She sat up and reached for the pack of cigarettes on the night table. "You could come up here and kiss me; we have time for that." t t t Harry stepped into the apartment and sensed immediately that someone was there. He checked the bedrooms, front room, and kitchen. He stepped onto the patio and saw her in the hot tub.
"Hi, Uncle Harry," Terri called.
"What are you doing here, Terri?"
"Mom told me all about your hot tub. I just had to try it. You don't mind, do you?"
"Of course not," Harry said, but it was obvious that he was annoyed.
"You sound angry, Uncle Harry. I didn't think you'd care."
"I don't, but "But what?" she said.
She grabbed the side of the tub and bounded onto the patio. She was naked.
Harry stammered, turned red, and saw the towel on the chair. He grabbed it up and threw it at her.
"For God's sake, get yourself covered. You're naked," he cried.
"You noticed," Terri said, slowly wrapping the towel around her middle, but not high enough to cover her tits.
"Of course I noticed," he said angrily. "Just what the hell are you trying to pull?"
"Don't you like me naked, Uncle Harry."
"For Christ's sake, Terri, you're my niece. You're a child."
Terri grinned and let the towel float to the patio.
"Do I look like a child?" she said.
"Goddamn it, Terri, get your clothes on and get out of here," he screamed.
"I don't want to, Uncle Harry. I want you to look at me."
She stepped close to him.
He saw the glaze in her eyes, smelled her breath.
"You've been drinking."
"Yes," she said. "In fact, I feel pleasantly drunk. You have such good booze that I think I'll have another."
She brushed past him and went into the house.
He followed her in and saw her fill a glass with Scotch. She took a long drink and turned to face him again. God, she looked so lovely, her young body so smooth, so perfect.
"I want you to fuck me, Uncle Harry," she said.
"Terri, you've got to get the hell out of this house!"
She walked to where he was standing and stopped directly in front of him.
"I think you want to fuck me, Uncle Harry," she said.
"No, no, no," he cried.
Her hand went to his crotch, gripped him through his pants. "You're lying, Uncle Harry. You have a hard-on."
He stood with his hands at his sides. He felt weak, unable to move away from her. He felt her hand inside his pants. She gripped his cock and pulled it out of his pants.
"You fucked my mother," she hissed, "now I want you to fuck me."
"I, I... Terri, how... "
"I was here yesterday. I saw you fucking my mother."
"Terri, Terri, I'm sorry," he moaned.
"It's too late to be sorry, Uncle Harry. Oh, your cock is so big and hard. You need a drink to relax. You feel so tense."
She held the glass out to him. He took it, swallowed deeply.
"You don't need to worry, Harry, I'm not a virgin... far from it." Harry drained the glass and let it drop to the floor. He felt weak, unable to control himself. Her hand felt so good on his cock. His arms went around her and he caressed her back, let them slide down to feel her firm, little ass. He felt her pressing his cock between her legs.
"You win," he gasped.
"You win, too," she said.
She held his cock between her legs with her thighs, her hands pulling his tie loose.
"Let's go in on the bed where you fucked mother. I want you to fuck me there."
She pulled at his clothing. They left a path of Harry's clothes from the bar to the bedroom. He was naked when they reached the bed.
She sat down on the bed and grabbed his cock with both hands. She quickly covered his rosy knob with kisses, her lips sucking the ooze from the tip.
"God, you little slut... that feels good!" he cried.
"Yes, I'm a slut... just like my mother."
"Don't... don't call her a slut," he moaned.
"How long have you been fucking her?" Terri said as she took his cock all the way in her mouth.
Harry stood with his eyes closed and let her suck. She wasn't a novice.
"You like this oral stuff," he said, ignoring her question, and pushed her backward onto the bed.
"Yes," she hissed, "especially when a man does it to me." She lay back and opened her legs. She smiled and closed her eyes when she felt his mouth on her cunt. Maybe she would forgive her mother, after all, he was much better than any of the boys that she did this with.
She wanted to grab his head, pull him in, but her arms felt like lead, weak and unable to move. He didn't hold back at all. He just gobbled at her cunt. His tongue went into her hole, in and out, in and out, then he was on her clit, mauling it, making it tingle, then back into her tight, little hole. She lay moaning, hunching with her hips.
Her orgasm came quickly, sharp and hard. Her hands were on his head now, pulling him tighter. God, God, Goddamn, it felt so good. She couldn't blame her mother now, not now while she was coming, anyway. It felt so good to come. Maybe mother's need to come, too, she thought. She knew she would when she was a mother.
Harry lifted his head from between her thighs.
"You made it, huh?" he said.
"Yes, yes, did I ever."
"And you still think you want me to fuck you?"
"I know I want you to fuck me. I want that gorgeous thing buried in me all the way."
"You really think you can take it all?"
"Don't worry about me, Harry; I can take it all. I've had my share."
"I'll bet you have."
"Yeah, I have. Now come on up here and fuck me.
He came up over her, holding himself away on one hand. He took his cock in the other and drew it slowly through her split.
"Mmmmm, that feels nice. Do it some more," she sighed.
He continued caressing her hairy crack with the tip of his cock. She was such a lovely girl with hard little tits. Her nipples were so big and hard, her pussy so developed-developed well beyond her years. He hadn't had a girl this young since he was almost that age himself. He spread her cuntlips, thrusting his huge knob in.
Terri grunted and opened her legs wider. It felt like he was splitting her open. She was good and wet and took the knob inside. She wiggled a little and felt more of him go in. She wiggled her hips and tried to open herself more.
"Push it in, Harry, push it in. God, it's so big, so fucking big it almost hurts," she moaned.
She was incredibly tight as he eased in. He couldn't remember a cunt so tight. Luckily she was soaking wet. She gave little grunts when he stroked, going deeper with each thrust. She was going to get it all now, whether she changed her mind or not. He felt her slim legs on his back and knew she hadn't changed her mind.
"More, more," she moaned.
Mrs. Simpson had been almost this tight, Harry thought. She was only twenty-two, and he'd fucked her at a party three weeks after she returned from her honeymoon. Her husband had been in the basement playing pool with two other men. She had fallen into bed with him with very little persuasion, and she wasn't even drunk. He'd fucked her a number of times since, too. He remembered what a good night that had been. After the party broke up, he'd spent the rest of the night in bed with the host and hostess. It was always a kick to take turns with another man, especially if the woman was the other guy's wife.
His thoughts returned to the cunt at hand and he finally settled down against Terri's firm, young body. His cock was buried to the hilt.
"It's all the way in, little baby. You took it all," he said.
"I told you I could, Harry. Now just lay still with it in there. It feels so good."
She lay under him, her legs splayed wide, her arms around his neck.
"Yeah, yeah," she said, when he started stroking. "Do it now, honey, fuck me."
She felt so good with her cunt wrapped around his cock, and now that they were doing it, he didn't feel any guilt because she was his niece. She was a girl, wasn't she. And she wanted to fuck. He'd never drawn a distinction before so why should he start now? "You're a good fuck, Terri," he said.
"As good as mom?"
He didn't answer. She wasn't as good as mom. Mavis was the best he'd ever had.
"How many times have you fucked my mother?" Terri asked.
"I haven't counted," Harry said. "We fuck as often as we get the chance."
"I'll bet that's pretty often," Terri said.
"Not often enough. Your mother is a magnificent fuck."
He found he was enjoying telling her about it.
"Your mamma was made to fuck."
He pushed into her with long, easy strokes. Terri wasn't close to coming, yet moaned each time he went all the way in. It felt so good; he stuffed her so full. She wondered how long he could keep up like this without coming. She hoped a long, long time.
"The first time I fucked your mother was a little over a month ago," Harry said. "It was in the hot tub."
"You fucked her in the hot tub?" Terri squealed.
"Yes, and your father was in the kitchen."
"Oh, my God, did he know?"
"No. He was drunker than shit."
"He's your brother. How could you?"
"It was easy. I'd wanted her for a long time. I didn't know she was available or I'd have fucked her long ago."
"You're saying she's available. Do you' mean... "
"Terri, I think any man could fuck her if he tried hard enough. That was before I had her. She's mine now."
"You're awfully sure of yourself," Terri said.
"She loves me. She loves my cock."
He groaned, the surge in his balls increasing. Her little cunt was squeezing him so tight.
"I'm getting awfully close, little babe," he said.
"Just let yourself go, uncle," she said. "I'm on the pill; you won't knock me up."
"I should have guessed."
"I like to go all the way. I want a guy coming inside me. It feels good. Go faster for a while, but don't come too quick. I want to make it, too."
Harry picked up speed. He felt her firm thighs tighten against his hips. He rammed in hard, her cunt clinging to his cock. If she was anything like her mamma this would bring her up fast.
"Ungh, ungh, ungh," she grunted, moving under him. She was very much like her mamma, and felt the sharp thrills in her cunt. Old Uncle Harry could come at any time and she'd make it fine. Her orgasm was close enough now; a couple of hot spurts in her cunt and she would come in a hurry.
The warmth spread through her body, making it hard to think of anything but her impending come. Her nipples seemed to swell hard, her cunt tightened and loosened around the thick thing sliding wetly, her pussy-suck feeding hungrily.
He moaned loudly when he started to come. She felt the warm stuff and whimpered soft animal sounds, her own spend coming softly, almost too softly. It rippled through her, getting better and better.
"Don't stop, don't stop," she grunted.
She raised up, actually lifting him, impaling herself on the hard spike, jerking for more, even though she had it all. Her orgasm reached its peak, a fierce fire in her cunt, and she fell back weakly, the feeling draining slowly away. She wanted the feeling back, but knew she didn't have the strength to get it. Her whole body felt paralyzed. She lay unmoving, her skin tingling like a million tiny needles were pecking at her.
"You come hard," Harry said.
"Only sometimes," she said, dreamily, "when I'm fucked right."
He pulled out and lay with his leg over hers, letting his cock drain onto her smooth thigh. They lay like this for a long time before Harry got up. He stood up and stretched, his huge cock hanging limp between his legs.
"You better be getting home, babe. I don't want Mavis worrying about you."
"I can call her and tell her I'm with my Uncle Harry. She won't worry then; she knows how good you take care of a girl."
"God, you're a mean little vixen," he said. "I think you'd better just go home."
She reached between his legs and grabbed his prick. She lay on the bed gently pulling at his cock, skinning the foreskin off and on.
"I want to do it in the hot tub. I feel horny again and I want you to fuck me in the hot tub like you did mother."
Harry shook his head. She was a little whore. No one man would ever be enough for her; he'd known girls like her before, her Aunt Mabel for one. Mavis was different, hers wasn't flagrant promiscuity. It was an affair, an honest love affair. Ralph had neglected her. He'd pushed her into it.
Terri wasn't like that. She was a tramp, a tramp at seventeen.
He moved his feet apart and let her masturbate him. He was hard again, and his cock tingled with anticipation. She would feel good in the hot water.
CHAPTER NINE
Nita Fraser had been giving a great deal of thought to her situation, her future, her son's future. Chris had moved into her bedroom so her physical need was reasonably satisfied. He was a wonder in bed, especially for one so young. What troubled her most was money. She had a good job and kept her bills paid, though there wasn't much for extras for her or her son. He was an exceptionally bright boy and should go to college, but there was no money for that. If his father was different he... hell, that was wishful thinking. She didn't know if he was alive or dead.
She tried not to let it bother her work and bent over the open ledger on her desk. She had worked for about fifteen minutes when her boss came in with a tall, muscular young man. They had spent the morning looking at homes for sale.
"You're interested in the Brownlee place, I can tell. It's a real buy, Ned. They have to sell fast," her boss said.
"Yes, it's roughly what we wanted, but my wife won't be in until tomorrow, and I wouldn't say for sure until she sees it," Ned said. "Let me think about it. I'll drop by after lunch and maybe run out and look at it again."
"I'm tied up until two; will that be okay?"
"Sure. I wanted to take a nap, anyway. It was late when I drove in last night."
"Nita," her boss said, "I've got to run. I'll be back no later than two. Lock up when you go to lunch."
"Okay, Mack," she answered.
"I'll see you at two, Ned," he said, and left the office.
"Well, alone at last," Ned said, turning to Nita.
"Yeah, isn't it peachy," she answered.
"You're Nita, right?"
"How did you guess?"
Undaunted, Ned continued, "When are you and I going to get together? I'm free until two."
"I'm not," Nita said. "Free, that is."
Ned laughed.
"I thought you said your wife was coming tomorrow," Nita said.
"That's why we should get together today."
He laughed again.
Nita looked at him. He was a good looking young man and dressed expensively. She wondered where he got the money to consider a house like the Brownlee's. He couldn't be over twenty-five.
"I have an hour for lunch," she said. Nita made a quick decision, one that she had been considering for some time, and added, "How much is it worth to you?"
Ned wasn't sure if she was serious, but decided to play along, anyway. "Fifty bucks," he said.
"Well... "
"Seventy-five," she said.
"Okay, Ned. Where?"
"My motel."
She looked at her watch.
"I get off in fifteen minutes."
"I'm parked in back," he said, "a blue Thunderbird."
"Hell, Mack's gone; I'll give you an extra fifteen minutes."
She locked the door and they went around the building to Ned's car. She got in and lit a cigarette. Nita suddenly felt very excited. She was going to fuck for money, something she had never done. She wondered if she should ask for the money first.
Ned got in behind the wheel. "I suppose you want the money first?" he said.
"Of course," Nita answered, trying to act calm.
"Do you take checks?" he said, reaching for his wallet.
Nita realized that she was actually going to do it and slid close to him.
"If it's certified," she said, and put her arm around his neck.
Ned felt her hand on his cock. He started taking out bills as her hand shd inside his pants. He dropped several bills in her lap.
"Oh, honey, you have a nice one. Can I kiss it?" Nita said.
Nita bent down, gave his cock a couple strokes with her hand, and planted a wet kiss on the end. She didn't know if whores did this or not, but she wanted to. Her son was good, but this was a new cock, a strange cock. She hadn't realized how exciting variety could be.
"Oh, God, lady, that's good," he cried. She had his cock in her mouth, wetly sucking. He took out a couple more bills, let them float from his hand.
"I'll make it a hundred; you sold yourself too cheap."
She lifted up and kissed him, one hand on the back of his head, the other holding his hard cock.
"Do you want me to suck you off?" she asked.
"Hold it, I got an hour coming."
"Sure. We can go to your motel and you can fuck me there after I get done here... if you're able."
Ned wasn't sure if he would be able, but he felt challenged. Besides, her mouth felt so good on his cock, and it was something his wife refused to do.
Before he could answer her head was in his lap. She wrapped her lips around his cock and started to suck. She held the shaft in her fingers. He was moaning quickly, both of his hands on her head.
He was glad she was doing it, even if he couldn't get it up again. It was really his first blow job. A girl had sucked his cock once, but she stopped before he came and she wasn't as good as Nita. Goddamn, it felt like she was trying to suck his nuts out through his cock.
"Good, good," he moaned. "Don't stop, honey, keep sucking. I wanta come in your mouth."
Nita wanted him to come in her mouth. It was the only way. She enjoyed sucking Chris's cock, but it was fun to suck a full grown one, too. He would have so much more stuff for her to swallow. He should have a real load.
Nita's fingers speeded up, her mouth sucked harder. Ned was gasping and hunching up, driving his cock deeper into her mouth. He was almost to her throat when his come started squirting. Two thick jets came out and then his jism just seemed to bubble and pour into her mouth. She almost choked, but managed to get it down. It was the biggest load she'd ever experienced and had almost filled her mouth. She raised up, her eyes watering, and smiled weakly.
"I won't need any lunch now," she said.
"I really oughta let you out now. I'm wiped out."
He knew he shouldn't have let her go down on him. She had sucked him dry. Still, it had been damn good, as hard a come as he remembered having, and he could afford it. Besides, if she was available today, she'd be available again.
"Don't be a dummy, Ned. Let's go to your motel. I'll get it up for you again."
She looked at her watch.
"It's only twelve. We still have a full hour left."
Ned let her tuck him away and started the car. She stuffed the bill into her purse and settled back against the soft cushion. It was the easiest hundred bucks she'd ever earned and there had to be a lot more fellows as eager as Ned. She knew a lot of guys that wanted in her pants. Maybe they couldn't all afford a hundred bucks, but she could scale it down accordingly. It would be for Chris's college fund.
They got to the motel and went in. Ned got a bottle out and poured two glasses of whiskey. He sat heavily in a chair and sipped from the glass. He was still spent.
Nita took a couple of swallows, put her glass on the table, and started a slow strip. Her blouse went one way and her bra another. He watched her through slitted eyes and poured more whiskey into his glass. She had magnificent tits and they bounced so nice when she moved. By the time she was down to her pantyhose, he was on his third drink and half hard. She peeled them off and came up close to him, waving her bare cunt inches from his face. He reached out and pulled her close, her cunt fuzz against his face.
"Do you like to eat pussy?" Nita cooed.
"I... I don't know," Ned stammered.
"Well, now is a good time to find out."
Nita pressed against him and the chair went over backward. Ned landed on his back, scooting out of the chair, with Nita on top of him. He lay stunned for a moment, then looked up and started laughing. Nita lifted herself up to her knees. She straddled his head. He looked up into her cunt.
"Beautiful," he said.
She reached down and lifted his head up between her legs. "Eat me," she cried, loving the role of aggressor.
His face came against her wet cunt. He smelled her pussy, tasting the first salty breath from her thighs and then the ripe woman taste.
Nita held him while he ate her pussy. She quivered against his hps, moaning at the delicious touch of his tongue. He devoured her with his mouth, his cock pressing hard against his pants. She had said she'd get him up again, and God, she really had.
She felt weak, her legs grew numb. She started to come, yet somehow managed to hold him tight against her crotch. She gasped with each wave of pleasure and finally could hold him up no longer. His head hit the floor with a bump.
Ned lay in a daze for several minutes. When his head cleared, she was lying on top of him, his cock out of his pants and deep in her clutching cunt. She was humping mightily with her hips and ass.
It was good being on top, doing all the work, when the guy's cock was long enough, she thought. There was so much action when she was spread out on top, the thick knob just inside the mouth of her cunt. His stiff shaft rubbed hard against her clit. It made for a quick come.
When she came, she lay heavy on him trying to get more inside, her mouth smothering his, her tongue deep and probing. He hadn't come yet and she was glad. Once more would finish him for sure.
She sat up, pushing his prick deeper in her cunt. She sat on the thing while she unbuttoned his shirt. She finally got off and pulled his pants off.
"Get your shirt off and let's get on the bed and finish it right," she said.
They finished it right on the bed, his lean body on top, his cock to the hilt this time. She came again moments before he grunted and emptied his nuts in her cunt. He held it deep, spurting his stuff. His wife usually made him pull out and it felt good to just let go. He gave her a couple of last .shots and lay still, enjoying the sensation of her cunt still wrapped wetly around him.
Nita finally pushed him off and got off the bed.
"I've got to get back to work. I don't want to get fired," she said.
It was already after one, but she took a quick shower, anyway.
When she was dressed, Ned was drinking again, and still lying on the bed naked.
"I'm already late, honey, and you haven't started to get dressed," she complained.
"Drive yourself back. Keys are on the bureau there. Feel drunk, gotta sleep. Leave the keys in car. I'll get it later."
He took a swig from the bottle and closed his eyes.
Nita shrugged and went out to the car. It was a quarter till two when she unlocked the office. Mack came in five minutes later.
"Where's Ned? His car's out in back," he said.
"He must have gone for a walk or something. He hasn't been back here."
"Probably out looking at other houses," Mack growled, and went into his office.
I just hope he buys one and moves here, Nita thought, he will be a very good customer.
Nita felt good. Fucking for money wasn't any different than fucking for fun. She could get her rocks off and show a profit. There had to be plenty of men willing to spend a few bucks for a quickie or a neat, fast blow job.
When she got home from work, Chris was already there studying. She still felt horny and took off her clothes. She put on a pair of tiny bikini panties and went into his room.
"Study break," she said, and got on her hands and knees. "Time to play horsey with mother."
He stripped and got behind her. He draped himself over her back and grabbed a tit in each hand. She could feel his cock between her legs. She cavorted foolishly, snorting and naying like a mare in heat.
She grunted and stopped moving when she felt his cock enter her ass. She still wore her panties, but they were pushed to the side just enough to let his cock find the puckered hole. He held her tight and pushed in.
He fucked her like a rabbit, his hands sliding off her tits to move down her belly to her cunt. He rubbed her pussy while he jabbed rapidly into her asshole. She started coming the instant she felt his wet goo fill her ass. It was always so good this way.
After supper, she left Chris studying in his room and slipped out of the house. She got in the car and drove to a little bar at the edge of town where she knew a lot of men spent their evenings. It was time to let the word out that she was available to all comers.
CHAPTER TEN
Ralph let himself into the apartment and put a large manila envelope filled with papers on the coffee table. He didn't know if Harry was home or not, but it didn't matter, he'd find the stuff on the table. He went through the living room and was about to enter the kitchen when he glanced through the patio doors.
Harry was home, and Harry was busy.
"Oh, my God," Ralph gasped. It was Mavis with him, or should he say, under him.
He stood and watched his brother fuck his wife. They were both naked, and Mavis was on her back on the chaise lounge, her head to one side, her eyes closed, a look of rapture on her face. Harry was on top of her, fucking hard.
Ralph thought he would be enraged at such a sight, had, in fact, always sworn he would kill any bastard that so much as touched his wife, yet he felt no anger, a twinge of jealousy, perhaps, but no anger.
Mavis had her arms around him now, and was kissing him while he pushed into her with long, easy strokes. Ralph stood motionless, watching, and realized that he had a hard-on. It pressed against his trousers with such force that it almost hurt.
"Oh, Harry, my darling," Mavis cried, lifting up to meet his thrusts, "I'm... I'm coming. Jesus, good, good... fuck hard!"
Harry pumped faster and started grunting, obviously coming himself. He lunged into her with several strong thrusts and lay still. Mavis held him tight in her arms.
"Harry, it's so good to come together," she moaned.
They lay kissing and whispering for several minutes. Ralph strained, but couldn't hear what they were saying. Ralph was confused, uncertain as to what to do. He couldn't seem to get angry no matter how hard he tried. He was turned on.
Harry and Mavis got up from the lounge and went to the hot tub and plunged in. They splashed in the hot water, kissing and hugging.
Ralph realized that he felt jealous, but deep down didn't really give a shit. It eased his own conscience, for one thing. A suppressed memory slowly crept into his mind and he vaguely remembered another time that his wife and brother had been naked in that hot tub together. He had I been pretty drunk, and the memory was hazy, but it slowly came back to him. He had known that night that Harry had fucked her, but his drunkeness had blanked it out until now.
He opened the doors and strode onto the patio. He went to the tub and looked down on the cavorting couple.
"What's going on here?" he demanded.
"Oh, my God, Ralph," Mavis cried.
"Ralph," Harry said, his voice squeaky.
Ralph unbuckled his pants and pushed them down. His shorts followed, his cock springing straight out. Mavis gasped. Harry stood with his mouth open. Ralph-sat down and quickly pulled off his shoes. He worked his way to the edge of the tub and draped his legs into the water.
"Come here, Mavis," he said.
Mavis came dumbly to where he sat.
"You did it once before, dear, do it again," Ralph said.
"Wha... what do you mean?"
"Suck it, stupid."
Mavis reached out and took his cock in her I hand. She didn't remember it getting this hard. The knob bulged like it was about to split and she could feel the veins throbbing against her palm. She started to stroke it, short strokes at first, but stretching them out until each down pull peeled his foreskin all the way back.
"Are you angry?" she said.
"Of course I'm angry."
"We were just soaking in the hot water. It's better without anything on."
"Don't he to me, Mavis. I saw you fucking."
"Oh, dear," Mavis said softly, "oh, dear me."
She gripped his pecker tightly and looked up into his face. He was lying, too. She knew what he looked like when he was angry, she'd seen him that way enough times, and he wasn't angry now. She was puzzled. Why wasn't he angry? Didn't he love her anymore? She had had some doubts about that for some time now. Maybe it was because it was with his brother.
"I kept it in the family, Ralph. He's your brother," she said.
"Oh, for Christ's sake, Mavis," he snorted, "use your mouth for something besides talking."
He grabbed her head and pulled her forward. His cock hit her mouth, then slid up against her cheek. It was wet on the end and she could taste the salt on her hps. She still held it in her hand and guided it back to her hps. The huge knob slipped easily into her mouth.
Ralph leaned back, bracing himself with his hands on the patio, and closed his eyes.
"Yeah, Mavis, suck it," he said.
Harry watched Mavis suck her husband's cock, her hand gliding softly up and down its length. It was an erotic sight and reminded him of the first time he'd fucked her. He came up behind her in the water and pressed his cock between her legs. Nodding her head, she let her legs come apart.
He nuzzled at her crotch and then stepped back, pulling on her thighs with his hands. Mavis left her feet and let her body float to meet him. She clung to the side with one hand to keep her face against Ralph's cock. Harry took his cock and pushed it slowly into her cunt.
Mavis sucked harder, the thrill of the big cock in her belly growing rapidly. It was even more thrilling than the first time. They were all sober now, and aware of what was going on. Even Ralph had his eyes open and had to know that Harry was fucking her again.
Ralph's eyes were open, but he saw only his beautiful wife's face with his big cock in her mouth. He felt his nuts tighten, and pushed against her lips, forcing his cock deeper.
His pasty jism spilled onto her palate, thick and slippery, and Mavis started coming, too. Her fist flew on his shaft, squeezing wad after wad down her throat. Ralph sighed and let himself gently fall backward. He lay sighing, his shriveling cock still in Mavis' mouth.
Mavis lay in the water, a warm glow in her belly. She let Ralph's cock slide from her mouth. She turned her head and said over her shoulder, "Let's get out on the patio, Harry, my back hurts from fucking in this Goddamn water."
Harry pulled out and she crawled onto the patio. She bent over Ralph and kissed him hard on the mouth before stretching out on a towel. Harry stood over her, his huge cock wagging. She reached up and wrapped her hand around it.
"Fuck me some more," she said.
Her legs went around his hairy body. She sucked in her breath at the feel of him going in. It was such a dehghtful feeling, one she had put off enjoying for so long.
"Goddamn, Harry, all the way," she cried. "Fuck me, baby, fuck me hard."
She was squealing and bucking under him. Maybe it was more exciting with her husband close by. It was a rehef now that it was out in the open. She had gotten over any guilt feelings she might have had. It was too good to feel guilty, but the fear of getting caught remained. Well, she was caught, so she may as well enjoy it.
"Yeah, yeah, darling... you fuck so good," she cried.
She held him tight with her legs and sucked his prick with her cunt until he couldn't hold out any longer. He came hard, grunting with deep satisfaction. His milky jism filled her snatch.
"You're the best fuck in the world, Mavis," he snorted.
Harry drained himself and rolled off. He lay on his side and wiped his gooey cock on her thigh. Mavis hadn't come and welcomed his mouth when it closed over one of her nipples. With a sigh, she closed her eyes and let him nurse on her tit.
She felt dreamy and nice when she felt a cock entering her again, and lay moaning for a couple of minutes before she realized Harry could not fuck her in his present position. She opened her eyes. It was Ralph. He fucked her vigorously while his brother sucked her tit.
It was a marvelous feeling to be fucked by one man while another nursed her tit. A magnificent orgasm heaved up from her cunt. Ralph came at almost the same moment.
He got immediately to his feet.
"Get your clothes on and come home," he said.
By the time she had dressed, Ralph had already gone. Harry was still naked and she came to him. "What do you think he'll do, Harry?" she said.
"If he was going to do anything, he'd have done it," Harry said. "It doesn't matter, anyway. You can always move in with me. I love you and I want you... and I won't give you up."
She kissed him.
"I love you, too," she said. "And I won't give you up, either. If Ralph won't share me, I'll leave him. You make me feel like I never felt before."
Driving home, Mavis could feel the jizz leaking from her cunt; it soaked her panties. She liked the feeling. She put her hand between her legs and remembered when Chris had come in her asshole. She liked that feeling, too.
Mavis thought it was in the open now, and they would discuss it, but she was wrong. She tried to bring it up several times that evening, but Ralph refused to talk. He slept in the den that night. He left for the bank the next morning before she was awake.
He called shortly before noon and told her that they would have guests for supper. A young man named Ned Bolger was thinking of moving to town. He was very wealthy and could bring a great deal of business to the bank. His wife, Sarah, had arrived that morning, and they were staying in a motel. He had invited them to dinner. He told her to have Terri spend the night with a friend.
Ralph came home early.
"I want you to look very sexy tonight, Mavis. I got the impression that Mr. Bolger is a dirty young man and liked to be around sexy, attractive women. You are a sexy and attractive woman when you want to be," he said.
"Well, thank you," she said, and added under her breath, "You fucking son of a bitch."
Ralph saw Terri walk to her room in the hallway.
"I thought I told you to have Terri stay somewhere else tonight," he told Mavis angrily.
"She is. She just hasn't left yet," Mavis retorted.
"Good," Ralph said.
Mavis made herself a very strong drink and went up to take a bath. She sat at her dressing table in the nude later. She carefully applied her makeup. Ralph walked in in his shorts.
"Is this sexy enough?" she said.
"Too sexy. Get dressed," Ralph said.
She reached out and slipped her hand into his shorts.
"You have a nice cock," she said.
"All the better to fuck you with, if we have to be vulgar," he said with a grimace.
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about."
"We'll save it for later."
"I could use it now," Mavis said. His cock was growing in her hand. "And it looks hke you might, too."
"I said later."
He didn't move away, though. He stood and let her masturbate him to full erection.
Terri stood at the door watching. She was impressed with her daddy's cock and felt a sharp tingle in her pussy. She walked into the room.
"I'm leaving now," she said.
Ralph quickly turned away.
"Goddamn you, Mavis," he muttered.
"Be a doll and get me a drink before you leave," Mavis said.
"Sure mom," Terri answered, and left.
"Have you lost your mind, Mavis? What are you trying to do, corrupt the girl?" Ralph said.
"Just knock it off, Ralph. I didn't know she was watching." She turned back to the mirror and reached for a cigarette.
Terri returned with the drink. Mavis was still naked, but her father had put on his pants.
"I'm going now," Terri said, and added with a twinkle in her eye, "have fun."
Ralph growled. "That's your second, Mavis, don't get drunk before the company even gets here."
"Fuck off, Ralph," Mavis said.
Mavis decided against a bra and put on a silk blouse. Her large nipples were quite prominent. She decided against panties, too, and dropped her floor length skirt down over her head. She was adjusting her belt when the doorbell rang.
"Get it, Mavis. I'll be right down," Ralph said.
Sarah was an attractive young woman, not voluptuous like Mavis, but slim and petite. Ned had a difficult time keeping his eyes from the front of Mavis' blouse. When Mavis excused herself to finish dinner, Sarah offered to help.
"Oh, I guess you could toss the salad," Mavis said.
In the kitchen, Sarah was hke a fish out of water. She confessed that she didn't know how to toss a salad.
"I'm not very domestic," she said.
"Just watch," Mavis said, "everything else is ready, anyway. Ralph tells me you're going to move here."
"Yes, but I can't imagine why he wants to live in a little dump like this."
Mavis raised her eyebrows. Little snob, she thought.
"You're looking at the Brownlee house, I hear."
"Ned bought it this morning," Sarah said. "Do you have a cigarette?"
Mavis felt hke telling her to buy her own, but didn't. She was jealous, and knew it. She had had her eye on the Brownlee place for a long time. Ralph said they were asking too much. She gave her a cigarette. Sarah held it up like she expected a hght. Mavis tossed a book of matches on the table. Control yourself, dear, she thought.
"I think we're missing out on the martinis," Mavis said, hoping Sarah would take a hint.
"I'll go get us a pair," Sarah said.
She returned with two chilled glasses.
"Your husband said the cook didn't need any before dinner, but I insisted."
She might be okay, Mavis thought, and took the drink. She quickly drained the glass.
"What does Ned do?" she asked.
"Nothing, really, except maybe chase girls. He's a lazy shitass."
"Oh," Mavis said, a little shocked.
"He's a spoiled little rich boy. His parents have scads of money. I wouldn't have married him if he had been poor. He's really a dull, boring person."
"You don't love your husband?"
"I love his money."
She lit another cigarette.
"He's really quite stupid, and so unpredictable. One day he's an overbearing egocentric asshole, and the next a pussycat wanting to be dominated. Today, unfortunately, he's an overbearing asshole."
Mavis smiled. Sarah is an outspoken little witch, she thought.
"He's been trying to get his hand in my pants all day," Sarah said. "Watch out for his boyish charm, Mavis. He'll be trying to lay you before the evening is over. Goddamn rich kids, think every girl they see wants to fuck."
She snuffed out her cigarette and lit another. "I need another martini."
"Dinner's ready, Sarah," Mavis said.
"We can handle one more."
She got to her feet.
"I'll get them and then I'll help you carry all this stuff in."
Mavis felt a little drunk, already, but she had no intention of turning down another martini. She was sure she would need it before the night was over.
"Ned tells me they bought the Brownlee place," Ralph said, as he finished his salad. "Beautiful place, a real buy."
Ralph, you hypocritical cocksucker, Mavis thought.
"How do you like our fair little city, Sarah?" Ralph asked.
"It's lovely, Ralph. I'm sure we'll adore it here," she said.
"Have you met anyone else?"
"The Brownlees, of course, and that fat little jerk at the real estate office," Ned said before Sarah could answer. "And his secretary or bookkeeper or whatever she is. Nita I think her name is. She's a real doll."
"She lives across the street with her teenaged son. She's a tramp," Mavis said.
"Now, Mavis, don't be catty," Ralph said.
Sarah said nothing.
After they finished dessert, Ralph pushed back his chair and patted his tummy. "Excellent meal, dear. Leave this mess until later and we'll all go in the den and have a drink. It's not the season, but I'll start a fire in the fireplace."
Sarah was a different woman around her husband. She spoke only when spoken to, and then very politely. She didn't pass up a drink, though, Mavis noticed. Ned was loud and a bragger. Ralph was ingratiating.
They made Mavis sick, especially Ralph. His greed was showing badly. Mavis had never seen him kiss ass like this. Of course he usually wasn't around people who had a lot more money than he did. They were a bunch of phonies.
Ned was sitting beside Mavis on the couch, directing most of his bullshit at her. He was having a hard time keeping his hands at home and kept touching her on the arm or the hand and occasionally her cheek. Sarah sat in a big chair pouring down the booze and despising her husband.
Sarah suddenly sat up in the chair, her eyes glazed. "Oh, my God, I feel sick," she cried.
"Shit, I knew she was drinking too much," Ned said, then to Sarah, "I suppose you want to go home."
"No, I'll throw up if I get in a car. Can I just lie down somewhere?"
"Of course," Mavis said.
She helped the unsteady woman up the stairs and to her bedroom. Sarah collapsed in a heap on the bed.
"Are you all right, Sarah?" she said.
"Yeah, yeah," Sarah mumbled, and passed out.
Mavis got a light blanket and covered her, then went back to the den. She sat on the couch and Ned slid close beside her.
"She always does that. One drink too many and wham, out she goes," Ned said.
He laughed.
"She can't hold her booze like us."
He had his arm on the back of the couch behind Mavis and let his finger tips trace along her neck. "You have a very beautiful wife, Ralph. If she wasn't already married to you I'd grab her."
"Yes, she is a beautiful woman," Ralph said, grinning.
"I can't take all this bullshit without another drink," Mavis said, holding up her empty glass.
"I'll get you one," Ralph said.
He went to the bar.
"Out of Scotch. I'll get another bottle."
He left the room.
"You really are a beautiful woman, Mavis," Ned said, his arm slipping off the couch onto her shoulders.
"I know I am," Mavis said.
Ned put his fingers to her cheek, turned her head towards him, and kissed her. She didn't resist so he kissed her again.
"I've been wanting to do that since the moment I saw you," he said.
Mavis didn't answer. She was feeling kind of drunk, and though she hadn't particularly wanted him to kiss her, she didn't particularly mind, either. She let him kiss her again.
Ralph came back in the room and they pulled apart. If he had seen them kissing, he made no indication. He brought Mavis her drink and sat on the couch beside her. Ned still had his arm around Mavis, but Ralph didn't seem to notice, or mind if he did.
Ralph jumped to his feet again when Ned indiciated his glass was empty.
"I'll get us another round," he said. He waited while Mavis drained her glass.
The minute Ralph turned to go to the bar, Ned kissed her again, quickly this time, but long enough to dart the tip of his tongue between her lips. He brought his hand up and felt of her tit.
"Jesus," he whispered, "magnificent."
Mavis realized her heart was beating faster. She wondered how far Ralph would let it go and suddenly didn't really care. "Do it again," she whispered.
He kissed her again, and she brought up her hand and held his head. She felt his hand on her breast. They were still kissing when Ralph came back with the drinks.
Ralph said nothing.
Mavis turned to her husband.
"Kiss me, Ralph," she said. Ralph kissed her. She dropped her hand onto his lap and was surprised to find he was half hard. Their little game was turning him on.
"Mmmm, nice," she sighed, and squeezed his cock.
She pulled away and turned to Ned.
"Now you kiss me, Ned," she said brazenly.
When their lips met, she dropped her hand to his lap. He was more than half hard, and she realized their little game was turning her on, too.
"Mmmm, very nice," she said, and squirted her tongue into his mouth. She held the kiss a long time, her hand busy rubbing his hard-on.
"Let's have a toast to Ned's success in our little city," Ralph said.
"Won'erful idea," Mavis mumbled.
She leaned forward and took her glass from the coffee table. They clinked glasses and Mavis took half her drink without stopping. She almost dropped it, then put it on the coffee table.
"Jeeeeeeesus Christ," she squealed, "I'm drunkern' a fuckin' skunk."
Ralph put his face close to hers.
"Play with my cock, Mavis," he said, and kissed her. He held the kiss while she rubbed his crotch.
"Take it out," he mumbled. She struggled with his zipper until he reached down and pulled it open. She brought it out. He was bone hard.
"Play with Ned's, too," he said.
She reached for Ned's fly and found it already open. She hauled it out and held a cock in each hand. Ned's wasn't as big as Ralph's, but it was plenty hard. With a sigh, she leaned back and started stroking both.
Ned was circumcised, and she quickly decided that she enjoyed masturbating Ralph's the most. It was an added thrill to slowly peel a thick foreskin down and watch the fat, glistening head come into view. He seemed to get more sensation, too, when she peeled the thing all the way down. He would jerk a little each time as the skin bumped over the ridge. She wondered which would feel best in her cunt.
Ned had one arm around her shoulder and a hand under her blouse. He cupped both breasts, then played with the nipples with his finger tips. They swelled fat and hard under his stimulation.
"God, you've got the biggest nipples," Ned said.
"Keep playing with them; it excites me," she said. "You want me excited, don't you?"
Ned kissed her hard while she continued to stroke both cocks. She stuck her tongue deep in his mouth, swabbed around, then jabbed it in and out rapidly.
"I'm getting so hot," she cried, and let go of both cocks and got to her feet. She unbuckled the belt at her waist and pulled the zipper down in the back of her skirt. It floated to the floor and she was naked from the hips down. She sat back down, took hold of both cocks, and draped one leg over Ned's lap.
"Play with something else, Ned, and see how excited I get."
Ned's hand went between her legs and dug at her cunt. She moved one leg to get herself more open. Her cunt was already wet, and accepted his probing finger. She made a little sound when it went in, and then another when the second finger went in.
"You must have something better than your finger to put in there," she said. She turned her head and looked at Ralph.
"Slide down to the end, Ralph, so I can lie down."
Ralph slid to the end of the couch without a word. Ned got to his feet and Mavis unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants and shorts down before she spread out on her back. She looked up at Ned.
"Fuck me, I need it," she said.
Ralph sat watching while Ned got on his wife and settled between her wide spread legs. He heard her moan a little when Ned pushed in. His own cock stood hard as a board.
"Good, feels good in there," Mavis sighed, and brought her legs up. She picked up his rhythm and matched his bobbing ass with her hips. He was in her cunt to the nuts.
"Aw, shit, Mavis, this is good," he cried. "Jesus, you can really fuck. You're gonna bring me off quick like this."
"Just relax, honey. Fuck a little slower and make it last a while. Mamma wants to come, too."
"Can't... can't hold it off, baby. Gotta come, gotta come."
He was bouncing wildly.
"Ung, ung," he grunted, "Shit, can't hold it. I'm coming, lady, I'm coming!"
His come squirted into her cunt. He jabbed a couple of times and lay still. Mavis let her legs fall from his back. It had felt good, but he came too quick for her.
"You came too damn quick," she said.
"Sorry, baby, couldn't help it. Shit, you really made me blow my nuts. Good fuck, good fuck."
She felt his cock slide out and his weight leave her body and knew there was no use to try and hold him on. She always came fast, but this fucking kid had popped before she even got started. She had started to raise up when she saw Ralph pushing down his pants. She stretched out her arms to him.
"Oh, honey, come to Mavis, give her the fucking she needs," she cried.
Ralph didn't delay, and the instant he came down on her, she grabbed for his cock and guided it in. The knob went in in one lunge, the rest he pushed in slowly.
"Aw, honey, so good. Your so much bigger, feel so much better," she cooed.
"Do it slow, Ralph, make me come. Aw, yeah, good, honey. You're the best, Ralph."
"Better than Harry?" Ralph said.
She hesitated a moment.
"You're the best, Ralph," she said.
She sensed that Ralph was hotter than usual and wouldn't last long, either. He usually lasted a long time. She was getting close, though, and wouldn't take too much more.
"Just a little longer, honey. I'm getting close. Yeah, fuck hard now... I'm gettin' there, baby... fuck,fuck!"
She was lunging under him, twisting and bucking. She felt her cuntlips quivering around his shaft and the thrill started to rage deep in her cunt.
"I'm coming... ung, feels so good. Fuck me, Ralphy, fuck me hard, make it sweet. Oh, shit, I love that feeling. I'm coming, I'm coming!"
Ralph was right behind her, and pumped his stuff into her with long, squirting strokes. He fucked until there was nothing left and then lay still.
"You're the best, Ralph," she cooed, stroking the back of his head. "You made me come so good. These young punks just don't know what it takes to satisfy a girl."
Ralph finally got up and sat on the couch. Ned was sitting in a chair. He had his pants back on. Mavis reached down and grabbed her skirt and wadded it between her legs.
"I'm leaking," she said with a giggle. "I could use a drink."
"You still have some left," Ralph said.
She sat up and picked up her half-filled glass. She emptied it quickly.
"I gotta go pee," she said, and struggled to her feet.
The two men watched her walk carefully from the room. She staggered, caught herself on the banister, and went upstairs.
After she relieved herself, she stopped at the bedroom door to look in on Sarah. Sarah sat up with a start.
"Who's there?" she said.
"It's okay, Sarah. It's Mavis."
"Oh, you frightened me. Come here a minute."
Mavis walked over to the bed. Sarah's hand went to her mouth.
"You're... you're naked," she cried.
"Not completely," Mavis said. "I still have my blouse on."
"Did Ned try to get in your pants?"
Mavis sat down on the bed.
"No," she giggled, "I wasn't wearing any."
"Did he... "
"Yes," Mavis said, "he did."
"Oh, you poor darling," Sarah said, half sobbing. "I imagine it was awful. He isn't very good, is he?"
"No, he's not."
Mavis felt Sarah's hand touch her thigh, then start to slowly stroke her. Her hand felt good on her thigh, sending little shivers up her spine.
"What are you doing, Sarah?" she asked.
"You poor, poor darling," Sarah soothed, "lay back and rest."
She pushed Mavis back on the bed, her hand still caressing her thigh.
Mavis felt very drunk. She knew what was happening, but couldn't seem to stop it.
"Don't Sarah, I'm not like that," she whispered.
Sarah had her blouse up and bent down and took a nipple into her mouth.
"Poor darling," she sighed, and sucked at the nipple.
"Sarah... please, don't."
"Let me make you feel good," Sarah said, and moved to the other breast. Her hand was a scant inch from Mavis' cunt now.
"Let Sarah make you feel good. Lay back and enjoy. You're so beautiful, Mavis."
She cupped Mavis' cunt.
"You're so wet. You feel so nice."
Mavis was horrified. She wanted to struggle, but she couldn't, her whole body felt weak, powerless to move. Her legs moved slowly apart. It felt so good. Sarah's hand was so much nicer in her cunt. Her body tingled with anticipation.
Sarah's mouth went back to Mavis' nipples while she softly petted her cunt. Her touch was so delicate, so much in just the right places, so different than the harsh thrusting fingers of her husband. She stroked between the hps, gliding back and forth against the silky flesh, twirling gently around the clit.
Mavis was breathing faster, her heart pounding, her whole body tingling. Her nipples stood hard and felt hot, excited. The fire grew in her cunt, tiny sparks shooting up into her belly. She had never been felt up so good before, never before brought to such a pitch of excitement with only a hand caressing her cunt.
Sarah's mouth started moving downward. She kissed and licked the swell under Mavis' heavy breasts, trailed down her belly, around her navel, down to the fringe of thick, dark hair. Her hps moved at the edges of her cunt hair, kissng lightly at her thighs, closer and closer until at last her hps and tongue caressed her cunt.
Mavis sighed softly as her orgasm rippled through her body. She felt warm and soft as it oozed through her. It was as pleasant and satisfying a come as she could remember, yet it had only begun.
Sarah's mouth was gentle, yet demanding, searching, relishing the feast of cunt. Her tongue probed the hole, ravished the clit. Sarah hungrily ate her helpless prey.
Mavis felt so wet, knowing she was leaking a great deal of her own juice as well as the come of the two men that had just fucked her. She had already had her second orgasm and the third was upon her before the last had subsided.
Sarah was lying with her feet towards Mavis' head and she thought Mavis just might be worked up enough. It was certainly worth a try, but she would have to act quickly before Mavis came down from her high. She reached down and pulled up her skirt; she wore no panties, and inched her body closer.
She was lying very close and felt Mavis' cheek brush her thigh. They were about the same height and she knew all she had to do was inch up a bit and her cunt would be in line with Mavis' mouth. Once in position, Sarah rolled over on top of her, a leg on each side of Mavis' face.
Mavis recoiled, but there was no place to go. She was staring into Sarah's open cunt.
"Oh, no, no," she muttered, as Sarah wiggled her pussy against her mouth.
It smelled strong and rank, and it was wet. It pressed against her lips and the taste flooded her mouth. She had no choice, she started to suck. Aware of what she was doing, she started to imitate what Sarah was doing to her. The thrill of what she was doing increased her own pleasure.
The two women came together-Sarah in a jolting, hard orgasm, and Mavis into a blissful glow that was magnificently satisfying.
Mavis remembered the woman rolling off and getting up. Sarah kissed her on the hps, a deep soul searching kiss, before Mavis passed out.
Mavis awakened the next morning still lying on the bed, still wearing her blouse. She didn't feel too bad and sat up. She was trying to recall everything that had happened when Ralph came in.
"I'm sorry about last night," he said. "It got out of hand."
"It's all right," Mavis said.
"No, let me finish before you say anything. While you and Sarah were in the kitchen, Ned made it clear how taken he was with you. He pointed out how much money he could bring to the bank if he was happy here. He didn't say so in so many words, but it was obvious that he was interested in a httle hanky-panky, maybe even swapping if his wife hadn't passed out.
"I really didn't like the idea, but I didn't reject it, either. A httle harmless fun wouldn't hurt anyone. I was going to let him flirt around a httle, that's all, but when I came back with the scotch and he was kissing you... "
Ralph looked away from her eyes.
"Well, I got a hard-on. It got worse as it went along, and I suddenly realized I was going to let him fuck you. I wanted him to fuck you."
Mavis reached for a cigarette.
"I enjoyed it, Ralph. I liked it when he fucked me. You were better, though."
"Did he say his wife as to be taken care of, too?"
"What do you mean?"
"She likes girls."
"You mean she's a lesbian?"
"Yes, Ralph, that's what I mean. When I came up to pee, she went down on me; she ate my cunt. I liked it."
"Oh, my God," Ralph cried, and fell to his knees beside the bed. "Where will it end?"
He was sobbing and buried his face in her lap.
Neither was sure how it happened, but the sobbing stopped and he was eating her. She let her legs go up over his shoulders and opened herself to his mouth. She came quickly and was ready and willing when he came up over her. His huge cock sunk into her in one motion.
"Yeh, Ralph, baby, fuck me, fuck me good," she moaned.
And he did. In fact, it was the best fucking Ralph had ever given his wife. Maybe it was the thought of the possibility of a foursome with Ned and Sarah. Or the idea of watching Ned's lovely wife eating Mavis' cunt. Whatever, sex had never been so good for Ralph and Mavis, and it looked like things were going to get even more interesting if they worked it right.
And as their daughter Terri watched them from the hall, it occurred to the horny girl that her daddy might just be a pretty fair fuck-maybe even better than Uncle Harry.
