It was Henry David Thoreau, in Walden, who remarked, "The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation." This statement appears to be just as true today as it was then. Perhaps it is even more valid today considering the pressures and frequent monotony of today's world.
The majority of today's men and women live in boring circumstances, and when the opportunity for change arises, they are often quick to seize the chance. For the characters in this story, the opportunity is one which many would consider perverse and deranged, for it is one of incest. But it provides a release and a need. All morals and scruples are cast aside in a moment of madness-a chance to grab pleasure before it is taken away.
IT STARTED WITH MOM-a novel about the quiet desperation in so many of us-and the extremes to which it may drive us.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Do you like that, darling?" Alice asked. Smiling, staring into her son's eyes, she tightened her fingers around his swollen cock. "Do you want me to stroke harder? Your prick feels so stiff this afternoon!"
The bedroom was cool and quiet and dark. Johnny lay naked on his back on the bed, smiling as his mother skillfully jerked off his throbbing dick. His eighteen-year-old body was lean and tan. His oversized cock was nearly nine inches long.
"No, that's okay," he replied. Johnny patted his mother's hand, sighing with pleasure as the transparent jism oozed continuously from his spongy, swollen dick head. "You don't have to ask me, Mom. Nobody beats me off better than you do."
Alice giggled. Leaning over Johnny's body as she sat on the edge of the bed, she clasped her fingers around the warmly pulsing shaft of his hard-on. Then she began to jerk him off much faster.
Her palm raced up and down the smooth, veined flesh of his prick, until her hand and forearm appeared as a blur. Johnny moaned and humped his ass gently off the mattress. Now Alice dropped her free hand between his muscular, hairless legs. She toyed gently with the hairy sac of his balls, loosening the load of cum that collected in his nuts. Stroking his hard dick, she stared at his slit, anxiously awaiting the explosive spurts of his cum.
She could never get enough of his cock. It was so long and thick and hard, with a fat, purplish knob that swelled like a balloon whenever he got a hard-on - a woman's dream come true. Even after stroking and sucking and fucking her son's dick for the past six months, Alice was sure she would never tire of it.
It was her lust for her son's cock that had broken up her family. Eight months ago she had seen it - for the first time since Johnny had reached puberty - that never-to-be-forgotten morning when she'd walked in on him in the bathroom. Seven months ago she'd given in to her desires and seduced him. Six months ago, abandoning her husband, abandoning the rest of their family, Alice and Johnny had left home.
Now they lived together in a fleabag apartment near the junior college. Alice supported them both as a waitress. To his fellow students, Johnny was just another eighteen-year-old freshman. None of them knew that he went home to his apartment every night, to fuck his thirty-nine-year-old mother.
Her desire for her son had broken up her family. Alice had no idea what had become of her two daughters. Twenty-two-year-old Carol had some sort of secretarial job downtown. Nancy was living with the treasurer of a notorious motorcycle gang. And her poor husband Frank, father of her children, was still living alone in the big ranch house.
Alice knew that incest was wrong. She felt ashamed of herself for breaking up her home and for giving in to her desires for her son's body. Sometimes her guilt feelings were so bad that she had to drink herself to sleep, drowning her sorrows in one highball after another.
But she couldn't help it. She was totally in lust with her young son. Every time she fucked him she came harder than the time before, and every time she sucked his cock the taste of his cream satisfied all her hungers. If Alice could have had her way, she would never leave the apartment at all. She would spend every waking hour fucking her boy.
Alice's reverie was interrupted when Johnny touched her shoulder.
"What is it, darling?" she asked lovingly.
"Do you want to fuck me now?"
"Naw. Not yet." Johnny squirmed on the bed and grinned mischievously. "I just want you to take off that housecoat, so I can see your body."
Alice blushed happily. She was thirty-nine-years-old now. There were laugh lines around her lips and eyes, though her face was still astonishingly beautiful, and she had to dye her hair blonde. But her body had lost none of its mouthwatering voluptuousness. Her own son still wanted to look at it, after fucking her for seven months.
Alice shrugged her shoulders. Her housecoat slid down her back to the floor, leaving her naked. The nipples of her enormous, firm tits were dusky pink and the size of silver dollars, with fat red tips that were now distended stiffly with her horniness.
The rest of her body was as exquisitely developed as her tits. Alice was very proud that she carried no fat whatsoever. Her legs were long and tan and shapely. Her waist was slim; her ass cheeks were still firm and round and tight. Every day, when she went shopping, when she walked down the street, when she went outside at all, men stared hungrily at her body. Alice knew some of them got big hard-ons just from looking at her. What would they have thought if they knew that the only man she spread her legs for was her son?
"God damn, Mom," Johnny sighed. As she stroked and milked his throbbing dick, he lifted his hand and fondled her big tits. "I still get so horny looking at your knockers. I don't think I've ever seen a woman with tits as nice as yours."
"Oh, son!" Alice gushed. "What a lovely thing to say!"
Alice felt a pressing need to repay her son for his compliment. It was time to stop stroking his cock and give him the blow job he needed. That she needed too.
Alice let her hand slide down to the thick base of his dick, holding it in position. She dropped her head to his stomach. Her full lips parted, admitting the knob of his cock. Then she clasped her lips wetly around the shaft and started sucking.
"Unggghhh ... " Johnny grimaced with pleasure as his mother went to work on his hard-on. He shut his eyes and shook his head helplessly back and forth on the bed. "Oh, Christ, Mom, that feels so fucking good ... harder ... suck my dick hard!"
Obscene, slurping, sucking sounds burbled out of Alice's throat as she sucked wetly on his dick. Gradually, she caved in her cheeks, puckering them to increase the suction in her mouth. Her tongue rolled wildly all over his cum-oozing cock head, darting teasingly in and out of the cum slit. If there was one thing Alice knew how to do, it was to suck a man's dick.
"Unhhh fuck it!" Johnny cried. He thrust his hand behind Alice's head, pulling her thick blonde hair, encouraging her to take more of his prick down her throat. Feverishly he began to rock and hump his ass. "Oh, Christ, yes, that makes me so hot ... do it, Mom, do it!"
Alice's hand tightened around the base of her son's throbbing prick. She began to stroke his twitching, jerking shaft, beating him off even as she sucked on the head of his cock. Her left hand slid between his thighs to fondle his swollen balls.
"I'm gonna cum, Mom!" Johnny said excitedly. He grabbed her head by the ears and violently punched his hips off the bed, brutally fucking his cock down her throat. "My dick is so stiff! Suck it! Suck all of it! I'm gonna blow my wad down your throat!"
Her son's filthy words only excited Alice that much more. Her cheeks were flushed red with the intensity of her blow job, and her hands and mouth ached from so much sucking and stroking. But still she wanted to do everything she could to please him.
Nearly gagging, Alice forced more and more of his enormous dick down. She felt his cum-soaked knob brush her tonsils. Finally, Alice had every inch of his throbbing prick buried in her stretched lips.
"Unhhhh," Johnny sighed. He stopped bucking his hips and lay motionless beneath his mother, as if unable to bear the pleasure of her sucking. "Oh, Christ ... so good ... suck haaard ... "
Alice's face was pressed against his balls. With all nine inches of his prick in her mouth, she could feel his wiry cock hairs tickling her nose. For a moment she paused there, letting her throat muscles close and contract wetly over all of his dick.
Gradually she pulled her head up, allowing his saliva-slicked cock shaft to push out of her throat. Just as slowly, she pushed her head all the way back down again. Then she began to jerk her neck smoothly up and down, actually fucking her mouth in a hard, fast rhythm with the throbbing heat of his dick.
"I'm cumming," Johnny groaned. Alice felt his enormous prick grow even larger in her mouth, his nuts tighten in her fingers. "Can't stand it ... cumming now ... ahhhh ... "
Johnny came. A white gusher of jism squirted violently from his purplish cock head, cascading down Alice's hungry throat. Immediately she clamped her lips around his spurting prick and sucked as hard as she could, not wanting to lose a drop of his delicious cum.
His dick spurted again and again. Teenage boys were famous for giving up tremendous amounts of jism, but none of them could hold a candle to her son Johnny. Soon Alice found herself unable to swallow the hot squirts of his cream. It burbled out of her lips and ran down her chin, dripping obscenely onto the bed.
Johnny shook convulsively on the bed, biting his lips as the last drops of jism spurted up the shaft of his dick and burned painfully out of his cum slit. Alice went on sucking furiously long after his cum was over. She could never bear to release his prick after he'd filled her belly with cream.
"Oh, Mom!" Johnny gasped. "That was fantastic. That felt so good!"
"Can you keep it stiff for me, darling?" Alice withdrew her mouth from his cock and stroked it feverishly with both hands, like a baseball bat, refusing to allow any of the hardness to leave his dick. "Oh please, keep it nice and hard. I want you to fuck me!"
"Get on top of me," Johnny said hoarsely. "Hurry. It'll stay stiff as soon as it's in your cunt."
Quickly, Alice climbed on top of her teenage boy. She straddled his waist, digging her knees into the bed to either side of his lean hips. Her hand held his still-throbbing cock in position as she wiggled her pussy over its cum-soaked tip.
"Sit on it, Mom," Johnny begged anxiously. "Go ahead. Take it all the way in your cunt!"
Alice's pussy was so hot and wet that her fuck juices glistened on the curly dark hairs fringing her slit. Her clit was painfully hard, poking out of its protective hood. She needed to feel her son's prick boring into her cunt.
Alice dropped her hips down slowly. The spongy knob pressed against her pouting pussy lips, making her shiver as it touched her throbbing clit. Painstakingly, Alice fit the head into the opening of her cunt.
Then she sat down on it, groaning with pleasure and satisfaction as the long, thick shaft of his dick bored deeply into her fuck hole.
"Ahhhh," Johnny sighed. He grinned wantonly as he lifted his head, watching his huge hard-on boring up into his mother's cunt. "You're tight, Mom," he whispered. "I never fucked a girl with a pussy as tight as yours."
Alice only gasped. All of her son's dick was buried in her cunt now. She could feel his thick meat pulsing deep inside her belly, stretching her pussy walls to the bursting point around his rigid cock.
Alice leaned forward, letting her enormous tits brush across Johnny's chest. Slowly she lifted her ass, whimpering in ecstasy as her son's cock slid greasily out of her pussy. Then she slowly began to pump her hips up and down, fucking her cunt with the satisfying thickness of his prick.
"Fuck me, Johnny," she hissed. "Oh, Son, it feels so good ... I can feel your cock going into me. Fuck me now ... fuck your mother ... "
Johnny wrapped his arms around his mother's waist. Furiously, he began to buck into her, pumping his rock-hard dick through the clasping wetness of her cunt tunnel.
Fucking me now, Alice thought hornily. Oh, God, his dick feels so big today ... like it's going all the way into my throat. My pussy's so wet ... I just know I'm going to cum right away ... I love fucking him so much.
"Suck on my tits, darling," she pleaded. Alice lifted her enormous tits and shamelessly tried to push them into his mouth. "Bite my nipples, Johnny, they're hurting me!"
Johnny took her spongy white tit in his hands and wrapped his lips around the stiff nipple, just as he had so many years ago as a suckling baby. Alice felt his lips tugging on the soft flesh, his tongue rolling wetly around the erect, rubbery nipple. He began sucking her breast very hard, simultaneously hammering his cock deeper and deeper into her pussy.
"Unhhh," Alice grunted. She shuddered with pleasure as she felt the warmth in her tits merging with the heat in her gurgling cunt. "More, Johnny ... " Dropping her hand into the curly hairs of her mound, she frantically rubbed the stiff bud of her clit. "Oh yes, son ... I'm going to cum ... fuck me more!"
Johnny withdrew his hands from her tits, holding her nipple captive in his mouth by the suction of his hungry lips. He grabbed her ass cheeks and held her impaled on his swollen, oozing cock.
Then he began to fuck her like a machine. Savagely, he rammed his bloated dick into her fuck hole, stretching her pussy slit painfully with every stroke. Alice felt her cunt muscles contracting as they fucked, clasping and milking around her son's driving hard-on.
"I'm cumming, Johnny!" she cried. "Unggghhh! Oh yes, fuck me, fuck your mother! Awwwww, Johnny, cumming I'm cuuummmiiinnnggg ... "
Alice came very hard. The spasms ravaged her naked body, making her nipples stiffen, and her asshole pucker in and out, and her pussy suck tightly around her son's huge cock. Colors danced before her eyes. She gasped and blushed crimson in the throes of her arousal.
"Unggghh, Mom, I'm cumming too," Johnny moaned. He buried his cock balls deep in the steaming tunnel of her pussy, wincing as her cum forced her cunt muscles to work around his dick. "Ahhh yes ... it's so stiff ... ahhhh ... "
Johnny's prick exploded, shooting gushers of jism into his mother's hole. If anything, his cum was even longer than the first.
The white cream kept shooting out of his swollen purplish knob, filling Alice's cunt completely with jism. Clawing her ass cheeks, Johnny worked his prick slowly in and out of her hairy pussy, sighing as the last spurts shot out of his cum slit.
"Oh, Johnny," Alice sighed. She was so satisfied that it was difficult to speak. Her body tingled from head to toe with the pleasure of cumming. "I've never ... I just can't get used to the way you fuck me. No man I've ever had is as good as you."
With his softening cock still buried in her pussy, Johnny sat up on the mattress. Alice was shocked as he thrust his hands against her tits and tried to push her off his body.
"Son! What are you doing?"
"Get off," Johnny said hoarsely. "I want to suck your pussy."
Alice giggled delightedly. As fast as she could, she lifted her thighs and rolled off her son's hips, biting her lip as his big cock slid out of her cunt with a popping sound. Then she wiggled her ass into the mattress and stretched out on her back beside him, spreading her legs and lifting her knees to her shoulders, putting her cunt in position for the sucking it needed.
"All right, darling," she said playfully. "You're so good to me. You can suck my pussy as much as you like!"
Johnny lay on his stomach and dropped his head into the valley between his mother's thighs. He buried his face into her hairy cunt slit and immediately began to lap up her juices, thrusting his tongue in and out of her pouting pink slit. His hands dug into her ass cheeks, kneading them, pulling her cunt closer to his mouth.
"Unhhh," Alice sighed. She blushed with pleasure and began to rock her ass off the bed, fucking her aching pussy all over his face. "More, Johnny ... that's so good ... suck your mother! I love you, Johnny! Please don't ever leave me, oh I need you, oh, God, suck me, suck my cunt!"
CHAPTER TWO
As far as Johnny was concerned, Mrs. Kendall was a total pain in the ass.
She had to be the strictest English teacher in the whole college. Why hadn't anybody told her that junior college wasn't supposed to be any more than a bad joke? It wasn't as if they were going to Harvard.
Mrs. Kendall's weekly reading assignments were always over three-hundred pages. She liked to give surprise quizzes. She knocked students down a whole grade point for missing over three classes. What a cunt. Johnny hated her.
He knew she had it in for him. She was flunking him, for one thing. His work wasn't that bad. And she was always staring at him in class with a real mean expression. Johnny wanted to tell her to go fuck herself with a giant dildo.
The worst part was that he'd had a crush on her at the beginning of the term. There was no question that Mrs. Kendall was incredibly stacked. Even the dumpy clothes she wore couldn't hide her body. Her legs and ass were the best Johnny had ever seen, and her tits had to be even bigger than his mother's. Sometimes, when she walked by his desk, Johnny thought he was looking at the Queen of the Amazons. Mrs. Kendall had to be nearly six-feet tall.
And she was beautiful sometimes, especially when she smiled. Mrs. Kendall had thick blonde hair and full red lips. If only she didn't wear those stupid glasses, Johnny thought. She always had to dress like an old prude, with her hair in a bun and everything.
Basically, she was a pain in the ass. Now she had the nerve to make him stay after school. Just because he'd missed a homework assignment. Johnny was thoroughly disgusted.
Alone in the classroom with Mrs. Kendall, Johnny sat at his desk and did his best to concentrate as he wrote the make-up paper. Mrs. Kendall seemed unaware of his existence. She was busy behind her desk correcting papers ... probably, Johnny was sure, flunking every other one.
It was a wonder she could see them well enough to flunk them. The classroom was dark now - it was nearly six o'clock. Even the janitors had left. Johnny guessed they were the only ones left in the school.
"Okay, Mrs. Kendall," he sighed. Rising from his chair, he dropped his completed assignment on her desk and stood impatiently before her. "Here it is. I did everything like you asked me to."
Mrs. Kendall never looked up. "Sit down, Johnny. I want to talk with you."
There was a small wooden stool next to the big teacher's desk. Every so often, as punishment, Mrs. Kendall made a student sit there when she delivered her lectures. It was her version of making a little boy wear a dunce cap and stand in a corner.
Johnny sat miserably on the stool and waited. Perhaps ten minutes passed before Mrs. Kendall turned in her chair and looked at him, wrinkling her nose distastefully under her black glasses.
"All right, Johnny," she began. "I want to know why you didn't have that paper in when you were supposed to."
Johnny shrugged insolently. "I was busy."
"That's no excuse and you know it," Mrs. Kendall replied sternly. "What were you so busy with?"
"Sex," Johnny said, grinning.
To Johnny's surprise, Mrs. Kendall's cheeks flushed deeply with embarrassment. It was as if he'd just pulled her panties down in front of the whole class. Never before had he seen her appear at all flustered.
"You mustn't ... ah, that is, you shouldn't make those kind of jokes," she stammered feebly. "That's very bad, Johnny. I won't tolerate it."
Johnny studied her curiously and decided to pursue the lead. "I was telling the truth, Mrs. Kendall. I was busy fucking this chick. I mean, how am I gonna write a paper when I got my hard dick inside some chick's pussy?"
"Johnny!" Mrs. Kendall gasped. The blush in her cheeks turned crimson. She looked shocked enough to fall off her chair. Johnny wondered if it was possible for a woman who had to be pushing thirty to still be a virgin. "Johnny, I won't tolerate that kind of filthy language. Not in my classroom. You're a bad ... "
Almost imperceptibly, Mrs. Kendall had lowered her eyes. Then Johnny knew that it hadn't been his face she'd stared at so many times in class. It was the lump his nine-inch cock made in his pants.
"What'cha looking at, Mrs. Kendall?"
"Er ... nothing, Johnny ... just resting my eyes, that's all."
"You were looking at my cock, weren't you?"
Mrs. Kendall gasped again. "Of course not, Johnny, don't you dare suggest that I would ... oooh!"
Johnny felt amused and horny at the same time. Spreading his legs, he rubbed his big dick through his tight blue jeans. Immediately, it began to swell with blood, stiffening along the inside of his thigh.
Mrs. Kendall stared at it helplessly. "Oh, Johnny, oh you stop that, I know what you're doing. You stop that right now!"
But Mrs. Kendall was getting horny. Johnny could see her fat nipples stiffening through her bra, and he could smell her cunt as it seeped juice under her knee-length dress. She had a nice-smelling pussy, he realized, even better than his mother's. Maybe he might enjoy sucking his English teacher's cunt.
Johnny fell out of his chair and knelt on the floor. As Mrs. Kendall gaped down at him, he lifted the hem of her dress up to her waist. Her legs were milk white and beautifully formed, and he could see the triangle of her cunt through her panties. Johnny pulled her panties down to her ankles and over her feet, exposing the curly-haired slit of her cunt.
"Nooo," Mrs. Kendall moaned. But she did nothing to stop him, only sat quivering in the chair as her pussy grew wetter and wetter with her desire. "If you don't stop, I'm going to call the police. You filthy young ... how dare you ... oh!"
Johnny smiled as he stared at her pussy. It was a beautiful cunt, just made for sucking. The lips were hairy and soft and fleshy, and he couldn't stop smelling the aroma of her juices. Johnny's dick ached painfully as he thought of sucking it, of making Mrs. Kendall writhe and groan as his mouth worked on her clit.
Johnny moved his hands up the sides of her legs. Gripping his fingers firmly into her silky ass cheeks, he lifted her and slid her to the edge of the chair. Still Mrs. Kendall did nothing to stop him.
Then Johnny dropped his head into the pungent wetness of her pussy. His tongue parted the fleshy lips of her hole and hungrily lapped at the bright pink tunnel within. Gluing his lips to her pussy, he sucked it very hard.
"Unggghhh! Stop it, Johnny! Oh, Christ, unhhh ... " Mrs. Kendall's face seemed to flicker from one expression to the next in a matter of seconds. If possible, the flush in her cheeks had grown even darker. She looked as if she were on the verge of having a fit.
Helplessly she writhed in the chair, scissoring her legs as she tried to suppress the pleasure Johnny's sucking brought to her cunt. Her pussy was now so wet that Johnny's face was covered with her fuck juices. She grunted and squealed and moaned, rocking her pussy deeper against his mouth.
"You like it, don't you?" Johnny whispered. He slid two fingers gently into the clasping wetness of her pussy, smiling as he felt her cunt muscles suck tightly around them. "I can feel how hot your cunt is. Why don't you just admit it?"
"Nooooo," Mrs. Kendall whined. She was obviously torn between her horror of sex and her love for the way Johnny's mouth felt on her pussy. "Stop it ... unggghhh, please stop - ahh, ahh, anhhh ... "
"Say you like it," Johnny insisted. He began to pump his hand skillfully in and out between her thighs. "Tell me how much you like it when I jack you off!"
"Ahhh-nhhh-nhhhh!" Mrs. Kendall squealed. She bucked as if she'd been shot, feverishly fucking her cunt all over Johnny's hand. Her legs scissored open all the way, completely exposing her beautiful, hairy pussy. "Oh, Johnny, oh stop! Oh God, unh-unh-yessss! Unggghhh ... "
"Say you like it," he repeated. Returning his head to her bush, he continued to fingerfuck her as he pursed his lips around her slit. This time he moved his mouth up her cunt lips until he found her clit. Johnny sucked it tenderly, drawing the erect pink bud out of its fleshy hood.
Mrs. Kendall gave up. She could resist no longer. Grabbing the back of Johnny's head, she pulled his face desperately against her gurgling fuck hole. She planted her heels on the edge of the chair and humped her ass in earnest, pumping her pussy again and again into his mouth.
"Like it?"
"F-f-fuck meeeee!" Mrs. Kendall burbled. Her expression was horny and ashamed at the same time. "Oh, Johnny, please, I can't stand it anymore. I need your big dick inside me ... fuck me with it ... fuck my cunt!"
Chuckling, Johnny pulled away from her pussy and rose to his feet. Mrs. Kendall panted as she watched him, like a dog in heat.
Johnny undid his belt and pulled down his pants to his knees. His cock was rock hard now, throbbing with cum and blood. It stood out of his prick hairs like a battering ram, throbbing and jerking before the horny teacher's eyes. Cum seeped from the fat purplish knob, dripping to the floor.
"Oh God!" Mrs. Kendall gasped. Staring wide-eyed at his huge dick, she dropped her hands between her thighs and furiously began to fingerfuck her steaming cunt. "Fuck me with your dick. It's so big, Johnny ... want it inside me ... fuck me right now!"
"Take off the rest of your clothes," Johnny demanded. He grinned and stroked his enormous cock, just to tease her, as if he were priming an engine. "Go ahead, Mrs. Kendall. I want to see you naked."
Mrs. Kendall rose from the chair and ripped off her clothes, scattering her blouse, dress, bra and high heels around the classroom. Johnny's eyes widened as he beheld her nakedness for the first time. She was stacked! Her body turned him on even more than his mother's did.
This time, Mrs. Kendall sat on her desk. Squirming her ass cheeks to the very edge, she spread her legs far apart and dug her heels into the hard wooden top. She supported her torso on her outstretched arms, sitting up, as if she needed to watch her student's cock boring into her pussy.
"Fuck me now, Johnny," she pleaded. "Oh please, I can't wait anymore. Ram it all the way into my pussy. Fuck me hard!"
Johnny chuckled and stood before her wide-open cunt. The desk was on level with his hips - he wouldn't even have to bend over to fuck her.
Holding the blue-veined shaft of his cock in his fist, Johnny fit the knob to the pouting lips of her dripping pussy. Mrs. Kendall squealed and immediately started fucking her cunt against his cock. Johnny wrapped his arms around her waist and squeezed her ass for support. Then he plunged forward, stabbing inch after inch of his throbbing prick into the encasing warmth of her pussy.
"Ungggghhh!" Mrs. Kendall gasped. She pumped her ass rhythmically in his hands, trying to get him to ram all of his dick into her. "More, Johnny. Oh, God, yes, give me more of it. I want all of your cock. Fuck me with it, hard, do it haaard!"
She had a tight cunt! Johnny gasped with a mixture of pleasure and surprise, feeling her pussy muscles working deliciously around the sensitive flesh of his cock shaft. Never before had he fucked a pussy that was so wet and hot and tight. Every inch of his dick seemed to be worked upon by her exquisite cunt, sucking and kneading and squeezing his dick, milking the cum right out of his balls.
Finally Johnny had his prick all the way inside her, buried balls deep in the steaming heat of her fuck hole. Slowly he pulled back. His cock was slimy with her cunt juices as he withdrew it from her clinging slit. Even more slowly, he pushed it back into her hole, sighing as he felt her pussy muscles clasp around his cock as he re-entered her body.
Then, standing before the desk, Johnny began to fuck his English teacher. In and out his lean hips sawed, fucking her deeper and harder with every stroke. Johnny leaned forward to change the angle of his prick as it bored into her pussy. Then he began to fuck her as hard as he could, eagerly thrusting his ass between her spread legs.
"Awwww, Johnny, oh yesss - fuck meee!" Mrs. Kendall squealed. She whipped up her legs and wrapped her thighs around his waist. She grunted obscenely as she humped her ass to meet every driving stroke. "Fuck me, it's so gooood! I love your big cock! Harder, Johnny, unh - unh - unh ... "
Then they were fucking in rhythmic unison, their bellies slapping together with every thrust. Johnny felt Mrs. Kendall's pussy sucking continuously around his prick, like a sexual milking machine. The desk began to shake on the floor as they humped.
"I'm about to cum, Johnny!" she shrieked. Mrs. Kendall held up her jiggling tits and rubbed the nipples. "Suck my breasts now! Oh please, they're hurting me! Fuck meee harder!"
Johnny dropped his head to Mrs. Kendall's bouncing jugs. Her nipples were light pink in color, with stiff tips that rose at least an inch from the surface of her breast.
At first Johnny only tongued her tit gently, teasing her, making her jerk her ass up and pump her pussy up into his cock even harder. Then he wrapped his lips around her nipple and sucked it as if to pull it off her body, biting gently on the fat dimpled tip.
"Cumming now, Johnny!" Mrs. Kendall cried. Her whole body quivered from head to toe. She clawed his back with her long fingernails and pistoned her hips, whimpering and shrieking and grunting all at once. "Awwwww yes, oh, Johnny, please, keep on ... unnggghhh! Cuuummmiiinnnggg ... "
Mrs. Kendall came for over a minute, jerking and twitching on the edge of the desk. Her pussy muscles sucked so tightly around Johnny's cock that he had trouble restraining his own cum. But he managed to keep the jism locked in his balls. More than anything else now, he wanted to make his haughty English teacher give him a blow job.
"Oh, Johnny," Mrs. Kendall sighed. She panted and managed a weak smile as her cum subsided. "That was wonderful. I've never cum like that before. I want you to keep on fucking me, lover. Every single day, after school. I'll give you any grade you want."
"What if I want you to suck my dick?"
Mrs. Kendall only looked at him in confusion. Johnny pulled his hips back, withdrawing his stiffly throbbing prick from the buttery wetness of her pussy. Then he grabbed her blonde hair and pulled it out of its bun.
"Owwww, Johnny!" she protested. "What're you doing?"
"Get on your knees," he demanded. "I want you to give me a blow job!"
Johnny pulled her hair viciously. Wincing in agony, Mrs. Kendall slid off the desk and knelt naked on the floor before him. His cum-oozing dick head twitched and pulsed against her chin.
"Suck it," Johnny demanded. "If you want me to keep on fucking you. Come on, Mrs. Kendall, you know how. Take it in your mouth and suck it like candy!"
Immediately, Mrs. Kendall opened her mouth and took the first several inches of Johnny's huge cock between her lips. Her hand came up to wrap in a fist around the base of his prick. She began to stroke it, milking the length of his hard-on down her throat.
Mrs. Kendall began sucking. As soon as she did, Johnny knew that she was a natural-born cock sucker. The sensations of her lips around his shaft and her tongue over his knob were incredibly good. It was as if she'd been born to have a man's big cock throbbing in her mouth.
"Ummmmm," Mrs. Kendall groaned. Stroking the base of his hard-on, she worked her lips wetly around the shaft, sucking his cock incredibly hard. Her tongue danced around the spongy crown of his cock head. "It tastes good, Johnny ... mmmm, love your big hard dick!"
"Oh Christ!" Johnny gasped. His cock was so stiff it hurt him, and his nuts were bloated with cum. He was very close to blowing his wad.
"Suck harder," he demanded. Thrusting his hand behind Mrs. Kendall's head, he guided her slurping lips over his aching hard-on. "Come on, honey, really work out on my dick!"
Mrs. Kendall sucked and licked and kissed his burning stiff dick. Loud, gulping sounds gurgled out of the back of her throat as she gave him the best blow job she could. Johnny could see the stiffness of her nipples, and the aroma of her pussy filled the air. She was obviously as turned on as he was.
"Unhh," Johnny groaned. He took Mrs. Kendall's head by the ears and cruelly began to pump his hips, fucking his rigid cock down her throat. "I said suck on it! Harder, harder, make me cum!"
Feverishly, Mrs. Kendall worked her cheeks, puckering them in and out to increase the suction. Her full lips strained obscenely around the blue-veined shaft of his cock. She began to jerk him off much faster, cupping his hairy balls at the same time.
"Oh shit," Johnny muttered. He felt the familiar tingling sensations coursing warmly through the base of his dick, making it swell to total stiffness as he prepared to shoot his cum. "I'm gonna cum, Mrs. Kendall ... oh that's so fucking good ... I'm about to spurt!"
Mrs. Kendall sucked his dick with a frantic intensity, like a long-distance runner summoning the reserves of his strength for the final stretch of a race. She took as much of his prick in her mouth as she could, almost gagging as his cum-seeping knob brushed past her tonsils. Her head moved up and down as she fucked her mouth with his gigantic cock.
"Ahhhhh," Johnny sighed.
Johnny came. The burning white cream exploded violently from his throbbing prick, gushing in a thick stream down Mrs. Kendall's throat. Repeatedly the cum squirted out of his open slit.
"Umlllp," Mrs. Kendall gurgled. She sighed hungrily as she tasted Johnny's cum and eagerly worked her throat muscles, gulping down every drop. Again and again the torrent of jism spurted from his cock head, as if his balls were being sucked up his shaft. But Mrs. Kendall drank it all down, continuing to lick wantonly at his prick long after the final drops had oozed out of his cum slit.
Johnny smiled down at her and let her have her fill of his gradually softening dick. Something told him that Mrs. Kendall was far too sweet a fuck to enjoy only after school. He'd been getting tired of his mother, anyway.
CHAPTER THREE
" ... and then he told me, well ... " Alice paused to wipe away a tear. "He told me that he'd gotten tired of me. He said he'd fallen in love with his English teacher, Mrs. Kendall, and that he was going to move in with her. Frank, I just couldn't think of anything to do but come back here. Can't you understand that? Can't you sympathize with me just a little?"
Frank wasn't sympathizing. During the trip home, Alice had half-hoped that her handsome, kind faced, forty-three-year-old husband would welcome her back to the hearth with open arms. She'd been in the door fifteen minutes and already knew that that wasn't the case at all.
The person sitting with her on the living room couch might as well have been a stranger. Frank's ordinarily pleasant face showed no trace of kindness. It had aged since she had left him to live with Johnny. The misery of living alone in the big house showed clearly in his features. His weathered, square-boned cheeks bore a five o'clock shadow. His graying hair was mussed. He wasn't watching his appearance as he once had.
"Can't you even smile at me?" Alice pleaded. "For God's sake, Frank, can't you understand how hard this has been for me?"
"Why should I smile?" Frank replied angrily. "My wife dumps me so she can go shack up with her own fucking teenage son. Then he dumps her, and now she wants back in again. I don't see anything to smile about."
"Frank!" Alice gasped, and began to cry in earnest.
Frank only laughed. "You're a slut. As far as I can tell you're getting what's coming to you. Have you even asked about our daughters? No, not once. You don't give a damn what's become of them, even though you, and only you, are responsible for their leaving home."
"Frank, please!"
Frank's expression was stony and unemotional. His voice was flat, as if he were reciting statistics.
"Why don't you just turn into a whore?" he continued viciously. "That's all you ever were, anyhow. Go back to your college department. Charge the undergrads lunch money for a blow job. Then get old and die."
Alice began crying helplessly, like a frightened child. A sadistic smile curled Frank's lips. Rising from the couch, he grabbed Alice by the shoulders and propelled her roughly toward the door.
"No, Frank, don't! Let me stay!"
"Hit the street," Frank roared. He opened the front door and pushed Alice out. "I'm not going to have a slut like you living in my house."
"I'll do anything if I can stay!" Alice threw her arms around Frank's neck and did her best to hug him. "Anything, Frank. I don't have any place to go but here. You can't let me die out there! Just for the sake of decency!"
"Hit the road, God damn it!" Frank bellowed. Standing with his wife in the doorway, he shouted the words into her face.
"Can't you hear me? I don't want you around anymore. I'm just like Johnny. I'm tired of you. You're thirty-nine. Too old!"
"Awwww, Frankie, please!" Shamelessly Alice wrapped her arms around her husband's midsection. "Don't make me go, I'll do anything, oh please, please ... "
Frank's house - what had once been the Grey family house - was one of many ranch-style homes on a pretty, winding, tree-lined boulevard in the suburbs. Beyond his door was the lawn, then the sidewalk, then the two-lane street, then the sidewalk, lawns and houses of the residents on the other side. Generally speaking, there was little traffic on the boulevard. But there were occasional passersby, and now, as they argued in the open door, two small children stood innocently watching them from the opposite sidewalk.
Frank surveyed the scene as Alice wept on his shoulder. He began to smile.
"Get on your knees," he muttered.
"What?" Alice looked at him, confused. "Frank, what does ... "
"You want to stay here, don't you?" Frank roared furiously. "Do what I tell you to do! Get on your fucking knees!"
Alice immediately fell to her knees, wiping the tears from her eyes. Across the street, the two children continued to watch quietly. Grinning, Frank unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick.
It was rock hard, throbbing warmly with cum and blood. Alice's eyes widened in astonishment as she stared at her husband's enormous cock. The veins stood out clearly on the angry pink shaft, and the fat spongy knob dripped jism before her eyes.
"Frank, oh my God!" Alice gasped. She turned her head and looked nervously at the two children. "What in the world do you think you're doing?"
"Suck it," Frank said happily. "Suck my cock."
"I can't give you a blow job here!" Alice protested. "Can't you see those children? What if someone sees us? Can you imagine what the neighbors would say? How could I ever face ... "
"You want to come back, or don't you?" Frank asked evenly. "If you don't suck my dick right now, you're never setting foot in this house. It's that simple."
A shameful blush spread through Alice's cheeks as she considered her husband's proposition. This was easily the most humiliating moment of her life. She could imagine herself as the central figure of gossip in every house in the neighborhood - a housewife forced to suck her husband's cock right in the open doorway of her home, where everyone could watch.
But Alice had no choice.
Blushing crimson with shame and humiliation, Alice lifted her hands to the blue-veined shaft of Frank's throbbing cock. For a moment she fondled gently, hoping that he might relent.
But Frank wasn't going to. "Suck it," he said softly. "Go ahead, Alice, give me some head."
Whimpering, Alice clasped her fist around the base of his dick. It felt hard and strong as it pulsed against her palm. In spite of herself, her pussy moistened and her nipples stiffened under her bra. Gently, she began stroking his enormous cock, milking the loose flesh up and down in her fist.
"I'm gonna kick your ass in the street it you don't suck my cock right now."
Alice opened her mouth and dropped her head forward. The tip of Frank's cock head touched her chin, twitched against her lips. Holding his shaft in position, she took the knob and first inches of his hard-on into her mouth. Then she clasped her lips in a circle around the shaft and started sucking it, puckering her cheeks.
"Ahhhh ... " Smiling in triumph and pleasure, Frank thrust his hands behind Alice's head and encouraged her to work hard on his throbbing cock. "That's good, honey. Do it now. You know how much you used to love sucking my dick! Make me cum!"
If for no other reason than to finish her humiliating punishment as quickly as possible, Alice was anxious to drink her husband's salty cum. But she was getting horny, too, and that embarrassed her most of all. Her pussy was hot, dripping wet under her panties. Her nipples were as stiff as little rocks. Being abused by Frank like this was turning her on.
Alice tightened her lips feverishly on his pulsing dick shaft, caving in her cheeks deeply to increase the suction in her throat. She began to suck his cock much harder. Her tongue rolled around the shiny flesh of his knob, darting in and out of his cum slit.
Almost unconsciously, Alice began to fall into the familiar rhythms of dick sucking. Her head moved up and down, letting Frank fuck his cock further and further down her throat. Squeezing and milking the base of his hard-on, she jacked him off very hard.
The two children on the opposite sidewalk, apparently losing interest in the scene, had turned and were walking away. The girl played walk-the-dog with a small plastic yo-yo. The boy shook his head.
Alice now had nearly two-thirds of her husband's brick-like hard-on pulsing in the buttery tunnel of her throat. She sucked it feverishly, as if she were starving for the spurts of his cum. Her whole face flushed a deep red with the intensity of the blow job. Hungrily, she gurgled around the swollen knob of his dick.
"More," Frank grunted. He took her head by the ears and began to fuck his hips brutally against her face.
"I said suck on it! You want to stay here, don't you? You don't want to go out on the street and beg like a whore, do you? So make me cum!"
A shade came up across the street. A distinguished looking older man stood before the window, dressed in a handsome smoking jacket with a scarf tied neatly about his neck. Puffing a briar pipe, knitting his eyebrows pensively, the man studied Alice and Frank as if he were observing a display in a museum.
Alice's cunt was dripping, burning wet. Every time she sucked on Frank's dick she could feel the heat throbbing and pulsing deep inside her pussy, making her clit stiffen and the curly-haired lips of her slit rub together wetly. Never had she dreamed that being humiliated like this could make her so horny.
Mewling wantonly, she pulled back her head until only Frank's blood-gorged cock head was lodged between her lips. She took his twitching shaft in both hands and jerked violently up and down, sucking frantically on the knob. She wanted him to cum now very badly. She felt as if she'd never wanted anything as much as she wanted Frank's cum.
"Take it out," Frank muttered. "Out of your mouth. I'm gonna pop my rocks all over your pretty little fucking face."
Obediently, Alice took her mouth away and beat him off steadily with both fists, as hard as she could. The tip of his dick quivered inches away from her nose.
Before her eyes, Alice watched as his knob swelled even larger. Frank groaned and dug his hands into her hair. His nuts tightened along the underside of his prick. His aching cock shaft trembled in her wildly stroking hands.
His cum slit opened. An instant later a torrent of cum gushed out, squirting directly onto Alice's forehead. It was followed by spurt after violent spurt of his salty white cream.
He came all over Alice's face. As Alice continued to stroke and milk and knead his spurting cock, the cum dripped from her face, oozing onto her neck and the pretty print blouse she'd worn especially for the homecoming. But Alice was so horny that she never missed a stroke as she jerked him off.
"Ahhhhh," Frank sighed. He smiled with pleasure as the last drops of cum oozed from his wetly throbbing dick, dripping luridly all over Alice's hands. "Oh, honey ... oh fuck, was that good! You can still give head with the best of them, can't you?"
"Can I ... you know ... come home now?" Alice asked meekly.
Frank studied his wife's expression through narrowed eyes. His cock was still very hard, and Alice knew from experience that he often had no difficulty maintaining a hard-on through two straight cums. Slowly, an evil smile spread across Frank's face.
"I'm not through with you yet," he said meaningfully. "Why don't you lie right here in the doorway, honey? On your stomach. And take down those pants."
Alice glanced nervously over her shoulder. Thankfully, the sidewalks were still deserted of pedestrians. But the man in the window across the street had loosened his smoking jacket and was now stroking his stiff cock, still puffing solemnly on his briar.
Alice looked at her husband pleadingly. "Please don't do this to me, Frank. Not where anyone can watch us. I'll do anything for you, but not this."
Frank only giggled. "I don't want to hear any shit from you, baby. From now on you're taking orders from me. Now, on your belly and off with those pants. Now!"
Blushing with shame, Alice stretched out in the doorway. She lay flat on her stomach on the hallway throw rug, with her face only inches from the open door. Looking up, her eyes met those of the man in the facing window. Anyone could see her, she realized dismally. Just anyone ...
"The pants," Frank whispered. He stood over her and slowly ran his fist up and down his cock, making sure that it would stay rock hard. "Down to your ankles. Come on, honey."
Alice had worn her best pair of skintight, French-design blue jeans. She reached under her stomach and unbuttoned them, then wrestled them down her hips and long, tapering legs. Without intending to, she had to squirm seductively in order to get them over the full, firm cheeks of her creamy white ass.
Then she was naked from her waist to her feet, helpless and open, like Frank's personal slave. Alice flushed and lifted her ass. Then she spread her thighs slightly apart, silently putting herself in the dog-fucking position.
"That's a good girl," Frank chuckled, and knelt between her legs.
Alice whimpered as she felt his hands touch her bare hips. In spite of her conscience, she was still extremely horny. Every hair fringing her pussy was damp with the juices that oozed from her cunt. She could feel her nipples aching with their stiffness, longing to be released from her D-cup bra. Why was this horrible punishment turning her on?
"Nice," Frank murmured. He ran his hands all over her ass, squeezing the cheeks, then pressed his palm up between her legs into the fleecy-haired mound of her pussy. "Your cunt's wet, Alice. You want me to fuck you now, don't you?"
Alice bit her lip and said nothing. Holding his swollen prick in his fist, Frank fit the spongy knob into the pouting slit of her pussy. Alice whimpered as she felt the tip of his dick touch her cunt. Unconsciously, she revolved her ass back against him, wanting more.
Frank toyed with his wife a moment longer, rubbing his dick head up and down her cunt lips, forcing her to squeal with lust. Then he rode up on her ass and dropped his hips downwards, greasily stabbing his throbbing dick into the encasing wetness of her fuck hole.
Across the street the older man in the window was now jacking off violently. His expression was no longer solemn or dignified. The briar pipe had fallen out of his mouth.
"Unhhhh," Alice moaned. She sighed as she felt her husband's big cock boring into her pussy, stretching the walls of her cunt apart around the invading shaft of his prick.
Why is it so good now? she wondered hornily. Frank's dick feels so big and hard inside me. I never used to love fucking him this much. I really want him to give it to me now ... oh yes, Frank, all of your huge cock ... fuck me with it, lover ... fuck me hard.
Frank jerked his hips, forcing the last inches of his pulsing cock into the buttery tunnel of her pussy. Slowly, he pulled it back out again. Then he began to fuck his wife, before the open doorway of their suburban home, rhythmically stabbing his bloated prick in and out of the sucking slit of her pussy.
"Unggghh," Alice grunted. Uncontrollably, she began to buck and hump her ass back against him, trying to stop the horny moans that burbled out of her throat. "Oh yes, Frank ... nnnn, God, I'm so wet ... unhhhh ... "
"You like it, don't you?" Frank demanded. He started fucking her harder and faster, making her knees bounce painfully on the hallway rug. "You like getting your pussy fucked where everybody can see you, don't you? Say you like it, bitch. Or I won't keep on fucking you!"
The man across the street came. From the corner of her eye Alice saw his expression contort in agony, and a white stream of cum shoot out of the knob of his dick. The man then retrieved his pipe and continued to watch them. His cream dripped luridly down the window.
"Yes, Frank, fuck me," Alice admitted shamefully. She bucked her ass in a fever of lust, pleading and moaning for all of her husband's prick. "Oh, I'm so hot now! Fuck my wet cunt, fuck me with your cock! Harder, Frankie, make me cummmm!"
Suddenly, Frank pulled his burning hard-on completely out of her pussy. Alice groaned in disappointment and tried to pull it back into her cunt. The next thing she knew, Frank had spread the cheeks of her ass wide apart with his hands. The cum-seeping knob of his prick twitched against the tight puckered circle of her asshole.
"Nooooo!" Alice shrieked. Her eyes widened in shock, and she immediately tried to struggle away from her husband. She didn't like being fucked up the ass, even by her son Johnny. "Not there, you bastard! You motherfucker, not in my ass! Stop it!"
Frank grinned with sadistic pleasure. With one hand he kept her ass cheeks apart, so he could stare into the eye of her convulsively throbbing asshole. With the other he held the shaft of his dick and fit the knob directly into the center of her asshole.
Alice continued to struggle helplessly. With one lunge Frank buried over half of his cock into the rubbery grip of her asshole, sighing as he felt her strong ass muscles milking tightly around the tingling shaft of his prick.
"Oh fuck!" Alice gasped. She bucked as if she'd been shot, gasping violently as she felt her asshole suddenly packed with the hugeness of Frank's cock. Painful spasms shot through her ass as her tunnel tried to stretch around the thickness of his shaft. "Stop it, Frank! You bastard, you're fucking killing me! Take it out of me, awwww noooo ... "
Frank ignored her. Grunting and sweating, he moved up her prone body and changed the angle of his prick so that it bored straight down her asshole. Then he brutally started to hump and grind over her, forcibly thrusting the entire length of his huge dick into the rubbery tunnel of her ass.
For a moment the pain was so bad that Alice nearly blacked out. Her asshole was much too small for her husband's huge dick. It felt as if a knife were being stabbed into her, as if her asshole was being ravaged by a searing torch.
Then Frank had all of his cock between her jiggling ass cheeks. Gradually, as he began to pump his prick in and out of her sucking, puckered hole, Alice felt the pain disappearing. It was shortly replaced by pleasure - a warm, deep, throbbing sensation that was as exquisite as anything she'd ever known.
"Is that good?" Frank demanded. He panted as he thrust his swollen prick in and out of her asshole, wincing every time her strong ass muscles kneaded around his dick. "You like it now, don't you baby? You like being fucked up the ass like a dog!"
"Unggghhh, nooo," Alice moaned. She bit her lip hard, trying to suppress the moans of pleasure that she wanted to express. Frank's ass fucking was getting better by the moment. Not since their honeymoon had she been so turned on by him.
"Maybe if I squeeze your tits a little bit ... " Frank savagely ripped off his wife's new blouse and popped the clasp of her D-cup bra. He reached under the cups and palmed the spongy globes of her huge tits, running his fingers across the stiff red nipples.
"You like that, don't you?" he asked, milking and kneading her enormous breasts. His hips pistoned over her jiggling ass cheeks, relentlessly hammering his cock in and out of her puckering, tightly muscled asshole. "Come on, baby, give in to it. Hump up for more of my cock!"
"Unhhhhh!" Alice cried. Gradually, she found herself giving in to the heat of her depraved passions. Her ass began to move, bucking up against her husband's cock. She clawed the carpet with her fingernails. "More, Frank ... unhh good, fuck my asshole ... harder, do it haaaard ... "
Milking his wife's big tits, Frank fucked her asshole as hard as he could. Even the floorboards creaked under the fury of his humping.
Alice knew she was about to cum. The heat had built in her asshole to the burning point. Delicious, throbbing waves of pleasure burned through her nakedness, simultaneously stiffening her nipples and the bud of her aching clit. Her pussy was incredibly wet, spewing her juices down the insides of her thighs.
"Play with yourself," Frank panted. "Go ahead, Alice. So you can cum. Fingerfuck your cunt!"
Shamelessly, Alice thrust both hands under her belly and groped through the curly hairs fringing her slit. She inserted two fingers deep into the clasping tunnel of her fuck hole and pumped them in and out, jacking herself off in time with her husband's thrusts into her ravaged asshole.
Seconds later, Alice was cumming as hard as she had in months.
"Harder, Frank, I'm cumming!" she shrieked. Feverishly, pumping her fingers in and out of her pussy, she pumped up her ass so fast that it appeared as a blur. "Unnggghhh, yesss, fuck my asshole. Cumming, Frank, unggghh cuuummmiiinnngggg ... "
Alice was completely overwhelmed by the force of her cum. For what felt like whole minutes, the spasms ravaged her pussy, forcing the muscles of her asshole to contract around Frank's pistoning cock.
Frank gasped and buried his throbbing hard-on balls-deep into the stretched circle of her puckered anal ring. For a moment, his dick trembled as it grew to total stiffness. Alice felt his nuts pulsing against the cheeks of her ass.
"Ahhhhh," Frank sighed.
The cum squirted out of his knob, gushing into his wife's asshole. Frank kept his spurting dick buried in her hot hole, wincing as spurt after spurt flooded out of his balls. There was so much of his cum that it filled Alice's asshole completely, burbling out of her hole around his dick and dripping onto the floor.
The man across the street apparently realized that the fuck scene in the doorway was over. He wiped his cum off the window, buttoned his smoking jacked and pulled down the shade.
"Unhhhh," Alice sighed. Long after her cum had subsided, after her husband's prick had begun to soften inside her asshole, she still humped her ass rhythmically against him, hoping for more fucking. "That was so good, Frank," she whispered. "You never fucked me like that before ... want more of your dick ... keep fucking me, lover ... fuck me as much as you want."
Five minutes later, the now happily reunited couple lay together in the upstairs bedroom. Both were still naked. Frank was stretched out on his back on the mattress, submitting willingly as his wife did her best to revive his cock. Alice knelt on the bed next to his hips. Her mouth was filled with his soft prick. She sucked it furiously, doing everything she could to make it stiff again.
"I wonder where the kids are," Frank said lazily. "Now that we're back together, they could come home again. I don't think young girls should be living away from their parents. At least not Nancy. Carol might be old enough."
"Ummmmm," Alice gurgled. She pumped her head up and down over her husband's still-flaccid prick, puckering her cheeks to increase the suction around his knob.
"Carol is twenty-two," Frank commented. "That's pretty old these days, I guess. And the last I heard, she does have an excellent secretarial job with an executive downtown. Carol was always able to take care of herself. It's a good thing, too, with a body like hers."
"Srrrlllppp," Alice burbled. She cupped Frank's balls in her fingers and took all of his big, soft cock in her mouth. "Ummmm ... "
"Maybe we should leave well enough alone," Frank concluded. "I mean, at least until we're sure we're going to stay together. For the time being, Carol might be better off without us."
Alice said nothing. She was too busy sucking.
CHAPTER FOUR
She knew they were looking at her. She could feel their eyes on her all the time. She just knew it! She was sure!
Carol Grey raised her eyes from her typewriter and glanced quickly around the plush sterile office of the typing pool. The ten other stenographers who worked in the same room on the twelfth floor were all busily pecking away at their machines. None of them seemed to notice Carol at all.
But she she reluctantly lowered her wide blue eyes to the letter in her typewriter, brushing a strand of straight black hair out of her eyes, struggling to concentrate. For the past several months, ever since Mike Benton had given her a substantial raise as his personal typist, Carol had felt as if she were being watched all the time.
She was sure the other typists in the pool were jealous of her. Some of them were really good typists and had good shorthand, too. Why had she been given the raise instead of them? Why did Mike Benton need a personal typist? Why did Mike Benton have to give all of his dictation to unimportant, twenty-two-year-old Carol Grey?
Carol knew the other typists were suspicious of her body. Staring steadfastly at the carriage of her typewriter, Carol blushed as she thought of the slim, voluptuous figure that filled her dress to bursting.
Women had always held her body against her, she thought peevishly. They were always getting the wrong idea. It wasn't Carol's fault that her tits were so big, or that she had such long, pretty legs, or that her ass was so firm and round and full. It wasn't her fault that she was beautiful. Why did people always have to get the wrong impression?
But in this case, the impression wasn't wrong at all. Mike Benton had given her the raise for a reason that had nothing to do with her typing abilities. A good reason ...
Suddenly, the intercom on Carol's desk buzzed. Carol shuddered as she pressed the button.
"Yes, Mr. Benton?"
"Come on in here for a minute, Carol," Mr. Benton drawled familiarly. "I've got a big piece of dictation I want to give you."
Carol rose from her desk and smoothed her dress over her hips. Two of her fellow stenographers were definitely looking at her now, and one of them was smirking. Carol blushed all the way down the hall to Mr. Benton's office.
The office was an enormous executive suite. Mr. Benton, a tall, handsome man in his early forties, sat expectantly behind his desk as Carol entered his office. Behind him the city's skyline loomed imposingly through the broad picture windows.
"Shut the door, Carol," Mike Benton said bluntly. "I want another blow job."
Carol blushed fiercely as she shut and locked the door. Now that Mr. Benton had voiced his desire she felt twice as guilty as she had while working in the typing pool. But her pussy was getting hot under her panties, and she knew Mr. Benton could see her nipples stiffening through her bra.
Why did sucking his dick turn her on so much? That was the worst part, Carol thought, worse even than his making her give him blow jobs at least once a day. Carol didn't want to enjoy it as much as she did. She was afraid Mike Benton was turning her into some kind of awful whore, like her mother.
"Hurry up, Carol," Mr. Benton insisted smoothly. "I've got a conference to go to in forty minutes. I don't want to be late. I want some relief right now."
"You're always so horny," Carol objected, meekly, padding across the carpet towards his desk. "I mean, aren't you ever satisfied? I already gave you a blow job this morning."
"I don't want to hear any of your lip," Benton replied calmly, and unzipped his dress slacks. "Let's just get on our knees, shall we? I'll do the thinking, you do the sucking."
Carol's objections died within her as soon as she saw Mr. Benton's cock. It was huge and gorgeous, with balls the size of plums and an enormously thick, shiny-skinned, deep-red knob. Carol hated to admit to herself how much she enjoyed sucking, licking and kissing Mr. Benton's huge prick. Sometimes she came when he spurted his cream down her throat.
Behind Mr. Benton's desk, Carol fell to her knees, being careful not to wrinkle her dress. She lifted her hands and gingerly touched his huge, stiff dick, sighing softly as the blood-filled shaft twitched eagerly against her thumb.
"Unh shit," Benton grumbled. He thrust his hand behind Carol's head and roughly pulled her hair, drawing her face to his cum-seeping cock head. "Let's suck it now, shall we? A real good blow job for your big-shot boss!"
Carol blushed again at Benton's obscene language. She moved her hand down to the base of his prick and squeezed it hard; the wetness between her legs increased as she felt his shaft throb in her palm. Extending her tongue, Carol licked quick, teasing circles around the tip of his cock. She darted her tongue into his cum-slit, making his dick throb and twitch with its stiffness.
"Start sucking!"
Carol opened her mouth wide and took the first several inches of Benton's hard-on between her full, lipstick-painted lips. She clasped her mouth around the shaft and drew in her breath, caving in her cheeks as the sucking pressure in her throat increased.
Automatically, Carol started to suck. In the past several months she'd given Mr. Benton more blow jobs than she could count. By this time, her technique on his prick was instinctive and experienced. Carol gently bobbed her head up and down, fucking her throat with his enormous cock. She held the base of his dick in her fist and jerked him off into her mouth.
"Mmmmm," Benton sighed. He grabbed Carol's head behind the ears, spread his legs, and pumped his hips hungrily off the chair. "Harder, baby," he whispered, thrusting his throbbing cock further between her pursed lips. "Make me cum fast ... not too much time. Suck the cum right out of my balls!"
Benton's hard-on was already beginning to ooze cum. Carol could taste the cum cream dripping from the slit in his spongy knob. Her mouth was warm and buttery wet, filled with a mixture of her own saliva and his running jism. Her lips began to make obscene slurping, smacking sounds as they sucked tightly around his bloated prick.
"My balls!" Benton gasped. He spread his thighs wider apart, exposing the wrinkled, hairy sac of his nuts. "Play with them, Carol. Gently, cup them in your hands. Oh, Christ, is my prick stiff! Suck hard, damn you, as hard as you can!"
Carol's cheeks flushed pink as her lips strained around the blue-veined pole of his cock. She moved her fingers carefully between his legs and toyed with his balls, wiggling the twin globes, cupping the sac warmly in her palm.
By this time she was as horny as her boss was, even though he was the one being sucked. Her breasts felt swollen, even larger than they ordinarily were. Her nipples were so stiff that they hurt as they pushed through the lacy cups of her bra.
Between her thighs, her whole cunt mound dripped with her juices. She was sure that the smell of her pussy filled every corner of Mr. Benton's office. Why did sucking his dick make her so horny? She could never understand. Her clit was so hard now that it tingled. She wondered if she would cum when he shot his load into her mouth.
"More, Carol," Benton groaned. "I'm getting really close. My prick's so stiff! Suck hard. I'm about to pop!"
Benton's dick swelled to total throbbing, jerking hardness in the encasing warmth of Carol's mouth. More and more jism seeped out of his bloated knob. Carol started sucking his cock with a special fury, doing her best to help him unload.
She held the shaft of his dick in both hands and stroked it violently, squeezing very hard and rhythmically milking his shaft into her mouth. Her lips clasped and chewed tightly just under the heart shape of the knob, crinkling around the edges as she puckered her cheeks. Carol swirled her tongue wetly all over his dick head, opening his cum slit with its tip.
"Ahhhhh ... " Benton sighed.
A warm stream of cum burst from his cock head, shooting smoothly down Carol's throat. Carol moaned in ecstasy and continued sucking. Benton grunted, grabbed the back of her head and pulled her mouth savagely over his cock.
The cum kept squirting out of his dick, one long spurt after another. As she drank all his cream down, Carol felt her clit tingling madly, the familiar, delicious warmth building deep inside her cunt.
Then she was cumming too, wincing and blushing and groaning as Benton stuffed more and more of his cock down her throat. The kind of orgasms she had when she was sucking off a man were different than the kind she enjoyed when fucking, but they were just as satisfying. Every time a spurt of Benton's cum gushed down her throat, Carol felt an answering spasm ravage her pussy.
The last drops burbled out of his dick head. Carol felt the heat in her cunt gradually subside. Lovingly now, silently thankful for the pleasure he'd given her, Carol took his cock out of her mouth and licked it affectionately. There was a lipstick ring around the middle of his shaft. Carefully she cleaned it up with her tongue.
"Satisfied now?" she asked playfully. Carol cupped his meat in her hands and smiled up at him adoringly. She always felt especially attracted to her boss after sucking him off. "Honestly, I've never known a man your age who needed his cock sucked so often. Even the boys I used to go out with, the ones my own age ... none of them were as horny as you."
Benton smiled down at her. "Actually, I'm not satisfied yet at all. Look at how hard my cock is, Carol. I can't go into conference like this. I think I'd better fuck you."
Carol's expression changed immediately. She knew the kind of fucking Benton would want. She'd have to climb on top of him as he sat in the chair, sweating and grunting as she pumped her ass up and down over his throbbing dick, doing all the work herself.
Carol loved fucking her handsome, older boss. Sometimes she asked him to stay late after work so he could feed his big cock into her pussy right on the floor. But fucking like this, in the middle of the day, was another thing entirely.
It was too embarrassing. After fucking, Carol's clothes and body would reek from their fuck juices. Her dress would be wrinkled. Her hair would be mussed. The smell from her pussy would be caught by every girl in the typing pool. They'd spend the rest of the day giggling at her behind her back. Carol hated to be conspicuous. It made her feel cheap and dirty.
"Please just let me suck you off again," she pleaded quietly. Kneeling between his legs, she stroked his throbbing hard-on with both hands and looked up at him with wide, forlorn eyes. "I mean, can't we just fuck after work? I'd like to do it then. I'd like to a lot."
Benton shook his head and smiled. "I won't have time then. Fuck me now."
"My panties will get all sticky," Carol continued. "Aww please, Mr. Benton, you know how I hate that. All the other girls in the pool stare at me. It's really embarrassing when they know what I've been doing."
"Pull down your panties and hike up your dress," Benton insisted evenly. "And get on top of me. I want to get laid."
Carol groaned. Rising to her feet, she lifted her dress to her waist and pulled down her panties, squirming them over her ass cheeks, down her long tapering legs.
"Let me look at you for a second," Benton murmured.
Carol held her dress around her waist and stood motionless before her boss for a moment, letting him admire her slim, lithe hips, long legs and the fleecy-haired triangle of her pussy. In spite of herself, she felt her cheeks flushing with pride. She couldn't help adoring Mr. Benton and secretly loved it when he admired her voluptuous body.
Benton's big cock grew even stiffer as he stared at the pouting, hair-fringed slit of her cunt. "Okay," he said, and squirmed his ass into position on the chair. "Get on top of me now. Let's start fucking."
The seat of Benton's chair was broad, leaving more than enough room for Carol to plant her knees on it to either side of his hips. Quickly, she climbed on top of him, feeling the chair seem to sag with their combined weights.
Carol wriggled her knees into the knit fabric of the chair seat and placed her hands on Benton's shoulders for support. Holding the base of his prick in his hand, Benton rubbed the swollen knob all over her fuck hole. Carol grunted feverishly, winced and instinctively thrust her cunt onto his cock.
"Stay still!" Benton gasped. "I'm gonna put it in."
Benton fit the spongy head of his cock securely into her small, tight cunt, sighing as he felt her pussy lips suck around the tip of his dick. Carol gasped with pleasure and forced herself to stay still. Then, with the knob securely embedded inside her, she slowly let her ass fall downwards, slowly but surely impaling her cunt on the swollen length of his dick.
Bit by bit his prick bored greasily into her fuck tunnel. Soon Carol found herself forgetting about her clothes, or her hair, or whether or not the other typists would say anything when she returned to the pool.
She was very horny now. Her clit tingled as it rubbed against Benton's huge cock, and her pussy walls ached warmly as they sucked around the invading thickness of his shaft. All she wanted to do now was fuck ... as fast and as hard as she could.
"Unggghhhh," Carol groaned. She slid her hips downward until Benton's dick was buried to the balls in the hairy mouth of her pussy. Slowly she pulled her ass back up, letting his dick slide wetly out of her cunt.
Then she started fucking him. Whimpering and squealing, flushing and wincing, Carol pumped her naked little ass up and down over the satisfying length of Benton's cock. The chair creaked obscenely with the rhythm of their humping. Carol squeezed his shoulders and fucked him faster and faster, making her pussy muscles suck and squeeze around his warmly throbbing dick.
"Now doesn't that feel good?" Benton asked teasingly. He remained motionless in the chair, letting his young secretary do all the work as she pumped her pussy frantically on his hard-on. "You still want to wait til the end of the day, honey?"
"Unh, unh, unh ... " Carol grunted. The short exhalations of breath came repeatedly from the back of her throat as she fucked her cunt with her boss's huge cock. Her ass and thighs were now coated with a sheen of sweat. Her ass cheeks contracted in and out as she hammered her cunt over his aching prick. "Oh, God, Mr. Benton, unh ... unh ... it's so good! Fuck me! Harder, do it haaard unh, unh, unh ... "
Benton didn't move. Awkwardly, humping up and down on his dick, Carol tore open buttons on her dress and ripped the front open, exposing the bra-harnessed globes of her breasts. Her tits were very big and full and firm, perhaps the most exquisitely developed part of her incredible body. The creamy white globes jiggled seductively in their bra cups, and the fat red nipples protruded stiffly through the lacy fabric.
Carol pulled down her bra cups, exposing her tits.
"Play with my breasts!" she squealed, fucking faster and faster on Benton's cock. Her pussy was getting incredibly wet now, gurgling as her cunt walls sucked around his prick. "Oh please, Mr. Benton ... I'm so hot ... squeeze my titties!"
Benton raised his hands to her enormous bouncing knockers. He palmed them in his huge hands and squeezed them gently. Then he caught the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and rolled them hard, knowing from experience that that was what excited Carol most.
"I'm cumming!" Carol gasped. Immediately the spasms flowered deep inside her sopping-wet fuck hole, making her clit tingle wildly and her cunt suck wetly around Benton's cock. "Unhhh yes, fuck meeee! I'm cuuummmiiinnnggg ... "
Carol came for a full minute, sobbing loudly, feverishly humping her cunt on Benton's prick. His huge, swollen cock grew stiffer in the sucking wetness of her pussy, and his nuts tightened with cum between his thighs.
But just as Benton was about to cum, Carol pumped her ass up too high. Benton's wildly throbbing hard-on popped greasily out of her fuck hole and lay throbbing and pulsing against her hairy mound. Before Carol could pull away from him, Benton came.
White spurts of his cum squirted out of his bloated knob, gushing all over her belly and dress. Barely recovered from her own cum, Carol lowered her head and watched helplessly as the thick jism continued to spurt all over her lower body.
"Oh, God damn it!" Carol swore. She rose from the chair and Mr. Benton's lap and stared shamefacedly down at herself, shaking her head in dismay as his cum dripped onto her thigh. "Mr. Benton, just look at me! How am I going to go into the typing pool looking like this?'
"I guess you'll just have to clean yourself up," Benton said. He grinned, wiped his cock head off with a handkerchief and tucked his sore, wilted cock back into his pants. "It's not my problem, honey."
"But it's so embarrassing!" Carol whined, and looked pleadingly at her employer. "Mr. Benton, why couldn't we just wait until this evening before we fucked? I mean, don't you care about my feelings at all? I know I'm only twenty-two years old and you're much smarter than me and all that, but ... "
"Shut up," Benton said softly. "You do what I tell you to do. No, I do not care about your feelings." Smiling, he began to fish through the papers on his desk for his conference notes. "Now get yourself straight and get your ass out of here, young lady. I'm in a hurry."
Carol blushed fiercely, nodded her head and cleaned herself up as best she could.
"And don't forget your date tonight with Mr. Stern," Benton said warningly.
"Oh God, do I really have to go out with him?" Carol asked miserably. "He's so old! He gives me the creeps."
Although patient, Benton's voice was laden with menace. "It does not matter if Mr. Stern gives you the creeps. Mr. Stern is an extremely important client. I told you a week ago that you would have dinner with Mr. Stern on Tuesday night. Today is Tuesday. You will behave yourself, Carol, and you will do whatever Mr. Stern asks you to do. I repeat, you will do whatever ... "
"Does that mean I have to fuck him?" Carol asked bluntly.
"Do you want to keep your job?"
With Benton grinning behind her, Carol left his office in a huff. It took her five minutes in the ladies room to straighten out her appearance. Still, when she returned to the typing pool, she could smell Benton's cum and her own pussy juices on her dress. At least one of the typists giggled as she entered the room.
Her cheeks crimson, Carol sat at her desk and tried to concentrate on the letter in her typewriter. But all she could think of was her date with Mr. Stern.
Sixty-eight years old, Carol thought, shaking her head. Mr. Stern was a nice enough man. He was very handsome for his years. But sixty-eight! That was old enough to be her grandfather!
CHAPTER FIVE
"I'm a very lonely man, Carol," Richard Stern said hoarsely. The tall, bald, distinguished-looking older man looked meaningfully at his young date and squirmed closer to her on the back seat of his limousine. "It's lonely at the top. Have you ever heard that expression before?"
A thousand times, you old fart, Carol thought. She smiled benignly at the aging executive and did her best to stay glued to the far comer of her seat. Carol wore a dazzling silk evening gown, with slits on the sides to show her long legs and an ample cleavage to expose her big, jiggling tits. Mr. Stern had been drooling over her body all night.
Now it was nearly ten o'clock, and Carol knew that the showdown had come as far as her date was concerned. The limousine sat at the curb of a dark side street, in front of her apartment building.
There were no pedestrians. The chauffeur, instructed by Mr. Stern, had gone for a bit of fresh air. The interior of the limousine was quite spacious. There was more than enough room for them to fuck, a fact of which Carol was sure Mr. Stern was aware.
He'd already tried to fondle her. Several times during dinner in the most expensive restaurant Carol had ever seen, she'd felt his withered hand creeping lustfully up her thigh under the tablecloth. Thus far Carol had managed to remove his hand politely but firmly every time.
But she was getting frightened. Carol didn't want to lose her job, and she knew Mr. Benton would be furious with her if Mr. Stern didn't enjoy his date. Worse still was the fact that she had always been an exceptionally horny girl, with a pussy that was easily excited.
Mr. Stern might manage to touch her in the right place. Then it wouldn't matter how old he was, or if they were in the back of a pick-up truck instead of the luxurious interior of the limousine. Carol was far less frightened of Mr. Stern's advances than she was of her own reactions to them.
"You're a very beautiful woman, Carol," Mr. Stern said softly. "I've hardly been able to take my eyes off you all night."
Mr. Stern's hand touched Carol's thigh and squeezed it tenderly. His finger stroked carefully under the hem of her dress and moved gradually upwards.
Carol sighed. "Please, Mr. Stern. You know I don't feel about you that way. You're just too old for me."
"But you will, Carol," Stern replied knowingly. "If you just give me time."
Stern continued to move his hand up her thigh under her dress. Carol was about to push it gently out of the way when she felt the first twinge of pleasure course through her pussy.
Then she knew, deep down inside, that she was in trouble, that she would probably let Mr. Stern do anything he wanted to her in another couple of minutes. The sensation in her cunt was warm and wet. It felt very good. For the first time she knew how unsatisfied she'd felt after sucking Mr. Benton's prick and fucking him that afternoon.
"Mr. Stern," Carol sighed, without moving his hand. "Please don't."
"But your leg feels so lovely, my dear," Stern murmured. His hand reached the top of her thigh, then slid towards her belly. Carol felt his fingers touch the lush, hairy mound over her pussy through her panties. "Just lovely ... "
"Unhhhh," Carol groaned. Instantly she felt her cunt moisten with juice, and her big red nipples stiffen with desire through her gown. She was actually going to do it, she realized frantically. She really was going to spread her legs for a man old enough to be her grandfather.
"So nice ... " Stern slid his finger under the hem of her bikini panties. The next thing Carol knew, he was tickling the outer lips of her pussy.
"Unhhh ... stop it, Mr. Stern," she moaned. But her voice no longer carried any conviction. Carol shuddered hard and bit her lip. Unconsciously, she began to move her hips in a gentle, fucking motion. "No, please don't ... stop it ... nnnnn ... "
Smiling lecherously, leaning across her body with his hand under her dress, Stern slid his finger greasily all the way into the clasping tunnel of her pussy. Carol grunted and clamped her thighs around his hand. Then she opened her legs wide, spreading them as far apart as she could under the dress.
"Doesn't that feel nice, Carol?" Skillfully, Mr. Stem began to pump his hand in and out against the steaming, curly-haired mound of her pussy, fingerfucking her cunt. His free hand slid up her arm towards the strap holding up the top of her gown. "Now really, wouldn't you like to do something for an old man like me? You'd make me very, very happy."
Carol only groaned and grimaced in response. Stern pulled down the strap. The top of the dress fell to Carol's waist, exposing the huge round globes of her cherry-nippled tits.
There was no longer any point in seductive pretense. Stern dropped his head to Carol's jiggling tits. Wrapping his wrinkled lips around her jutting nipple, he sucked it very hard.
At the same time, the speed of his hand quickened between her thighs. Seconds later, he was jacking her off fast and hard, pumping his finger furiously in and out of her pussy's sucking, pouting slit, with the lustful intensity of a man half his age.
Carol stopped trying to resist him.
"Harder," she moaned. She pulled her dress up to her waist, letting it lie there like a brightly colored sash around her midriff. "Oh yes, Mr. Stern ... my cunt's so hot ... jack me off hard!"
Carol pulled up her legs and spread them as far apart as she could. Kicking off her shoes, she planted her heels into the sides of the car seat. Then she began to pump up her rounded ass cheeks in a furious fucking rhythm, shamelessly fucking her cunt all over Stern's hands.
Stern ripped off her panties, leaving her naked from the waist down. Pumping his fingers in and out of her pussy, he caught the stiffened bud of her clit under his thumb. He rolled it gently, skillfully, showing all his years of experience with women and their bodies.
"Unh - unh - unh," Carol grunted. She blushed, grimaced, began to shake her head helplessly back and forth against the car seat. "Oh, Mr. Stern ... oh, play with me. I'm so hot ... more - ungggghhh yes, do it more ... "
His lips tightened around her nipple, giving it one last, lingering suck. Then Stern withdrew his mouth from her bouncing tits and moved his face down to her belly, at the same time sliding out of his seat and kneeling on the floor of the limousine between her legs.
He touched and tongued her belly for nearly a minute, making Carol heave and shudder and fuck her pussy desperately up onto his fingers. Stern's fingers withdrew from her cunt and tightened around her naked ass cheeks, squeezing them, kneading the twin globes lustfully.
Suddenly he dropped his head and buried his face into the reeking, aromatic wetness of her hairy cunt. He started sucking her pussy then, greedily lapping up the steaming juices that oozed from her fuck hole.
"Awwwwnnggghhh, Mr. Stern, yesss, Suck meeee!" Carol cried. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled his mouth greedily against her cunt, simultaneously pumping her pussy on his face. "More! I'm so horny now! Make me cum, lick me, unngggghhh ... "
Mr. Stern was the best pussy sucker Carol had ever had. Expertly he twirled his tongue in and around the fleshy folds of her small, tight cunt, occasionally darting his tongue into the bright pink tunnel within. His hand slid off her ass cheeks and fondled the outer lips of her slit. He began fingerfucking her again, stretching her cunt walls with three fingers and his thumb.
"Unh, unh, unh ... " Grunting, Carol pulled Stern's hair and heaved her belly furiously against his forehead. "Harder, suck me, suck my clit!" she squealed. "I'm so hot make me cummmm!"
Stern wrapped his lips wetly around her clit. He tongued it out of its protective, fleshy hood and sucked it hard, rolling his tongue around the very tip. Carol shrieked in ecstasy and fucked her cunt all over his face. Stern continued to thrust his fingers in and out of the clasping tunnel of her cunt, moving his hand harder and faster as Carol drew close to cumming.
"Cumming now!" she moaned. The spasms flowered in the sopping depths of her cunt, making her whole body seem to tingle and throb with the delicious heat of consummation. Carol's tits shook wildly as she bounced her ass off the car seat.
"Awwwww, suck meee, Mr. Stern! Oh God, yes, I'm so close! Suck my pussy! Unhhhh, I'm cuuummmmiiinnng ... "
Stern clasped his lips around her throbbing clit and sucked it hard. The pressure of his tongue on the most sensitive spot of her body intensified Carol's cum enormously.
For over a minute she jerked and humped her naked ass feverishly off the leather seat, squealing as the spasms of cum shot through her cunt again and again. When the spasms finally subsided Carol fell into the seat with a satisfied groan and shut her eyes, already smiling as she thought of the intense pleasure this man had given her.
"Oh, Mr. Stern, that was wonderful," she murmured breathlessly. "Never came like that before ... you sucked my cunt so good ... suck me anytime you want to ... "
"Can I do other things?" Stern asked playfully.
Carol blew him a kiss with her eyes closed. She giggled.
"What if my chauffeur wants to fuck you? Will you let me watch?"
It took Carol a moment to realize that Stern sounded serious. Then she opened her eyes, and at that same moment the limousine door opened too.
The chauffeur climbed into the back with them. He was a medium-sized, stocky man in a plush green uniform. He had taken off his cap, and for the first time Carol saw that he was quite good looking in a ruddy sort of way, with curly black hair and a handsome face.
"Carol, I'd like you to meet Ben, my chauffeur," Stern said excitedly. "He fucks all the pretty young girls I go out with."
Ben grinned at her. Carol gaped at him in utter astonishment. Instinctively, she tried to cover her pussy mound with her hands.
"No," she whispered. She shook her head mindlessly back and forth, unable to believe that any of this was happening. "No ... you can't be ... no ... won't ... no... "
"Yes you will. I'll hold you down if I have to," Stern interrupted. His eyes gleamed with a sadistic pleasure. "Go ahead, Benjamin. Fuck her right now. Hurry!"
Carol lunged for the car door and struggled with the lock. Ben grabbed her shoulders and returned her firmly to the center of the seat. The last thing Carol thought before the rape began was that he was incredibly strong.
Stern moved to the edge of the seat and watched them with wide, lustful eyes, rubbing his prick through his pants. Holding Carol down, Ben ripped open the front buttons of his uniform. Then he took out his hard dick.
It was enormous. Carol stared at it wide-eyed, unable to believe that any man's cock could grow to such incredible dimensions. The throbbing, stiff, thick piece of meat Ben had between his legs had to be at least ten-inches long.
It looked like a prick that belonged on an animal. The red shaft was laced with blue veins, and the fleshy, purple knob was huge. Even the cum slit was big, dripping jism onto the leather upholstery of the limousine as Ben prepared to ram his dick into her pussy.
"No," Carol whimpered, trying to cover her nakedness. It frightened her the way Ben was staring at her big, stiff-nippled tits and thickly haired pussy. "You let me alone! I'll scream, I swear I will! Awww stop it, let me gooooo!"
Ben ignored her. He spread her shapely thighs and pulled her ass to the edge of the seat. Falling between her thighs, he pushed the pulsing, cum-dripping knob of his dick into the pouting lips of her wet pussy. Then, with one furious heave, he rammed it into her, burying all ten inches of his throbbing hard-on into the sucking sheath of her cunt.
"Ungggghhh!" Carol gasped. "Oh ... ohnnngggg ... "
Carol thought she would faint. A violent tremor of pain coursed through her cunt as Ben packed her pussy with his enormous cock. The walls of her pussy stretched to the bursting point. Her cunt lips opened wide to admit his enormous tool.
She shook her head helplessly back and forth against the car seat, trying to contain the pain and pleasure racking her cunt. Ben immediately began to fuck her. He grunted as he heaved between her thighs, rhythmically pounding his gigantic hard-on in and out of the clasping slit of her cunt.
"Stop it! Oh, please stop," Carol whimpered, flailing her fists helplessly into his back as he pounded his huge prick into her pussy. But, at the same time, she found herself humping her ass with his thrusts, spreading her legs farther apart to get more of his monstrous cock up her hole.
She was enjoying it. The realization hit Carol in a flash. She liked being fucked by such a big, strong dick. She could feel her cunt lips stretching around its thickness, the walls of her pussy sucking and milking his blood-engorged cock shaft. Being naked like this in the back of the limousine, in public, on the street, being held captive by two men ... it turned her on!
As Ben pumped his burning stiff hard-on deeper and deeper into her pussy, Carol tried to control her growing horniness. But it was no use. Soon she heard herself whimpering for more of Ben's fucking, undulating her cunt mound rhythmically around his cock.
"Does it feel good, Carol?" Stern asked. He grinned as he sat at one corner of the seat and rubbed his swollen cock through his slacks. "Isn't my chauffeur a wonderful lay? All the pretty young girls feel that way."
"F-f-fuck me," Carol stammered. She scissored her thighs tightly around Ben's powerful midsection and began to buck her ass, pounding her pussy against his big satisfying cock. "More ... yes, Ben, it's so good ... fuck me with your big prick, harder now! Ahhhh yes, fuck me haaaard!"
Lifting Carol's big jiggling tits, Ben tongued her nipples until they were red and sore with their stiffness. He took one breast deep into his mouth and sucked it greedily. His ass humped faster between her thighs, until he was fucking her so hard that the car springs shook up and down.
"More, give me more of it!" Carol shouted. She clawed his back with her fingernails and grunted as she tried to take in more of his cock. Her pussy was juicing freely, spewing her cream all over his pistoning dick. "I'm gonna cum now! Fuck meeee, Ben, harder!"
"Oh God," Stern sighed. He made no attempt to disguise the fact that he was jacking off as he watched them. His hand moved in a blur along the inside of his thigh, rubbing his rock hard cock. "Give it to her, Ben. That's right, Sonny. Feed her your meat!"
"Cumming!" Carol shrieked. The spasms burned deep inside her fuck hole, making her nipples tingle and her pussy muscles contract tightly around Ben's huge rubbery prick. "Ahhhhhh, God, cummmiiinnng ... "
Ben groaned as Carol came beneath him. Then he stiffened between her thighs, and she felt his dick grow even larger, deep inside her gurgling cunt.
Ben came. Gusher after gusher of cum shot out of his bloated cock head, spurting into Carol's pussy. Carol sighed in ecstasy as she felt his thick cream squirting into her pussy. Grunting, Ben worked his spurting dick in and out of the hairy slit of her cunt, letting the last drops of jism burn out of the head of his prick.
As soon as he'd cum, Ben pulled his dick out of Carol's ravaged pussy. It lay on the soft bed of her curly cunt hairs, still throbbing and stiff. Ben turned his head and looked at Stern curiously. Stern smiled and nodded his head.
"That was very good, Benjamin," he said. "Don't worry. You've earned your next bonus."
Carol left the limousine a few minutes later. Stern waved good-bye to her merrily. Ben didn't even glance at her as he wheeled the limousine back onto the street.
The evening was damp and chill. Carol walked quickly up the walkway to her apartment building, hugging herself, bowing her head so that the light rain wouldn't ruin her expensive gown.
The heat of fucking had passed. She felt ashamed of herself now, like a cheap slut who'd been passed carelessly from man to man. That was what she'd been turned into - an office whore.
Benton was only using her. All he'd wanted for the past several weeks were blow jobs, at least most of the time. He wasn't even interested in her body anymore, as young and voluptuous as she certainly was. No. She was just another money-making machine. A whore.
Carol sighed miserably as she unlocked the main doors and stepped out of the cold into the lobby. On her way up the elevator, she was suddenly seized with a beatific memory of what life had been like before her parents had split up, before she'd left home and gone downtown.
The memory was so emotional that Carol felt like crying. Walking down the hall to her apartment, she vowed to herself that she'd quit her job the next day and take the next bus home.
CHAPTER SIX
A week later, Carol was sure that was the best decision she'd ever made. It was very nice to be home.
Her parents, unfortunately, had not settled their differences. Alice had come home, a month ago, but, after staying with Frank for only a week, she'd departed again for parts unknown. Frank was a little vague on the details of the brief reunion. When Carol tried to probe for more information, her father only muttered.
Still, it hardly mattered. Carol had never been that close to her mother. Her father was the important one, and now that they were alone in the big house together he was treating her more like a princess than he ever had.
Carol almost felt like a little girl again. She didn't have to go to work - what was the hurry to find another job? She didn't have to cook for herself, she didn't even have to go to the Laundromat. All she had to do was sit back and mull things over while her great, big, beautiful daddy took care of her.
More than ever, Carol felt totally in love with her father. Often, in the week that had passed, she had found herself wishing that she could find a man like Frank to take for a husband.
Now, it was three o'clock on a bright, sunny weekday afternoon. Carol lay immersed in water in the upstairs bathtub, tenderly sudsing her naked body as she thought of what a pleasant turn her life had taken.
The water felt good on her bare skin. Sighing, Carol ran the washrag over the spongy fullness of her big breasts, feeling her nipples crinkle and stiffen as they were brushed by the damp cloth. She moved the washrag lower, sudsing around her navel and belly bulge, then pushing it through the curly dark hairs over her cunt.
Her pussy responded immediately, moistening and warming with the heat of lust. Groaning, Carol spread her luscious thighs wide apart and rubbed the washrag all over her cunt.
That was her only problem, she thought dreamily. She was so horny. It had been over a week since she'd been fucked. In spite of herself, in spite of how cruel Mr. Benton had been to her, she found herself longing for his cock.
It had been such a big dick, so thick and long and stiff. "Mmmmm," Carol murmured, and gently rubbed the washrag directly over her stiffening clit. She could feel herself getting really horny now. Her breasts felt tremendously full and swollen. Her cunt was so wet and hot that it hurt.
Carol withdrew the washrag from her pussy slit and tossed it to the floor. She spread her long legs wide apart, planting one heel against the wall next to the tub and draping her left leg over the side.
Then she let her fingers move through the fleecy hairs fringing her pussy. Carol slipped two fingers deep inside her cunt and began to move them quickly in and out. The water rippled. She caught her clit under her thumb and rolled it hard, gasping as she fell into the familiar rhythms of fingerfucking.
"Fuck me," Carol sighed. She always moaned whenever she jacked her cunt off, and she made no effort to silence herself now. "Mmmm ... fuck me with your cock, Mr. Benton ... let me suck it for you ... I'll drink your cum. Unhhh ... Mr. Benton ... unhhhh ... "
Grimacing with lust, Carol began to hump her ass up and down, making the water slosh wildly in the bathtub. She was so engrossed with her masturbation and growing lust that she didn't notice when the bathroom door opened and her father stepped in.
"Carol, I ... oh my God!"
Carol shrieked girlishly and covered her pussy. Her father stood motionless next to the bathtub, staring wide-eyed at the spectacle of his twenty-two-year-old daughter fingerfucking herself. Frank wore an expensive suit and was clutching a brief case. Obviously, he'd just returned from work.
"Daddy! You surprised me!"
Frank only continued to stare at her. His eyes moved from her enormous, firm breasts to her slender waist, studying her pussy triangle and the expanse of her long, shapely legs. He gasped audibly, as if he had never imagined that his own flesh and blood could be so voluptuous.
"I'm sorry if I disturbed you, Carol," he murmured vaguely. "Just came in to ... use the bathroom. Didn't know you were here."
Carol giggled. Now that the initial shock had worn off, she found the situation tremendously amusing. She didn't mind if her father saw her naked, or even if he'd caught her jerking off. She was his daughter!
Besides, something about it was making her even hornier than she'd been when he walked in. Carol lowered her eyes to her father's prick, and was surprised to see that his dick was swelling noticeably, hardening along the inside of his thigh.
"I hope you don't think I ... er ... did this on purpose," Frank stammered. His face was red with embarrassment. He glanced self-consciously at his dick, aware of the way his daughter was staring at it, knowing that she knew it was growing stiff. "I mean, I know some men who ... I just wanted ... sorry, Carol, won't happen again."
"Don't be sorry, Daddy," Carol murmured distractedly. "I don't mind."
Carol was too busy staring at her father's hard-on to say any more. His cock was completely stiff now, and it was obviously the longest, thickest, biggest dick Carol had ever seen. In so many years of growing up, she'd had no idea that her father was so well hung.
Suddenly, Carol had an idea. It was the boldest, most wanton thing she'd ever thought of, but now the idea seemed so natural that she wondered why she hadn't thought of it years before. She could kill two birds with one stone. She was very horny, and so was her father. She could let her father fuck her.
Carol spread her legs again. Frank gasped. Shamelessly, never taking her eyes from his cock, Carol again began to jack herself off. Her fingers pumped into the clasping tunnel of her pussy, rubbing her clit. Again the bath water sloshed in the tub.
"Carol! Oh my God! What do you think you're doing?"
"Fuck me, Daddy," Carol hissed. "Go ahead. You know you want to. Nobody'll ever know. Come on, Daddy, take off all those clothes. I want to see that big dick of yours. Fuck my cunt!"
Frank only shook his head mutely. Carol withdrew her hand from her pussy and sat up in the bathtub. Leaning over the edge, she placed her dripping hands squarely on the bulge in her father's pants.
"No, Carol, don't!" Frank muttered. But he didn't try to pull away from her, and she felt his huge cock swell and throb against her palm. "You can't do this. It's incest!"
"I don't care what it is, Daddy. All I know is that I want to fuck you, and nobody can stop me except you!"
Carol unzipped her father's pants. Frank groaned and didn't move. Reaching into the opening, Carol pulled out his cock. Then the wetness in her pussy increased dramatically, and she knew she was on the verge of the best fuck of her life.
Her father's dick was beautiful! The shaft stood out of his pants like an iron battering ram, twitching and jerking with its engorgement of cum and blood. There was white cream dripping out of his cum slit, and his knob was so fat and spongy that Carol could hardly get her hand around it. Her father had the most magnificent prick she'd seen in her life.
"Oh Daddy!" Carol sighed wonderingly, and wrapped both hands around the shaft of his cock, squeezing it, tenderly milking the loose flesh up and down. "I never knew you had such a big dick! Oh, Jesus, it's just gorgeous! Mmmm! Let me suck it!"
Holding his pulsing shaft in her fist, Carol extended her tongue and licked a wet, teasing circle around the knob of his cock. She stroked her tongue through the cum slit, smiling as her father's dick twitched with desire. Then she undid his belt buckle and fumbled with his pants.
"No, Carol, stop this," Frank murmured. His expression was now completely transfixed with lust. Both of them knew his words had no meaning. "Not to your father. Don't do this to me. I'll lose control."
Leaning out of the bathtub, Carol pulled her father's pants and underwear down to his ankles. Now that she had all of it out in the open his cock seemed even more huge than before. His balls were enormous - a gigantic, hairy, wrinkled sac, the two globes swollen and tight with their load of cum.
Carol fit her hand comfortably around the base of Frank's hard-on. Skillfully, she began to jack his big cock off, milking the loose flesh up and around the knob of his prick.
Then she dropped her head to the tip of his hard-on. Opening her mouth wide, Carol took the knob of his cock down her throat and clasped her full lips around the bloated shaft. She began to suck it very hard, puckering and expanding her cheeks like a bellows.
"Unggghh shit!" Frank groaned. Grimacing, he thrust his hands behind his daughter's head and twined his fingers in her wet black hair. "Oh Christ, Carol, oh God, what am I doing? Unhhhh!"
Carol sucked his dick furiously. Her lips made smacking, gulping sounds around his cock shaft as she stroked the base hard. Frank gave up. He began to thrust his hips against her, fucking his huge prick down her throat.
"Do you like the way I suck your cock, Daddy?" Carol asked, giggling and whispering the words around the swollen knob. "I give a really fantastic blow job, don't I?"
"Suck it," Frank said tersely. He moved closer to the bathtub, so Carol would be more comfortable as she worked on his burning hard-on. "Please, darling. My cock has never felt this stiff. Just suck on it! As hard as you can!"
Carol was very horny now. Her nipples had stiffened atop her big, jiggling breasts. Her pussy actually throbbed with heat between her thighs. There was nothing she wanted more than to please her father. She could hardly wait to drink his cum.
Taking a deep breath through her flared nostrils, Carol returned her wet lips to her dad's prick. This time she took almost half of his meat down her throat. His cock was so big that she almost gagged around its thickness, feeling the knob brushing against her tonsils. Then she started sucking again, letting her throat muscles cling wetly around his aching dick.
"Unggghh!" Frank gasped. He dropped his hands and lifted his daughter's tits, pinching her fat red nipples. "More, darling ... make me cum!"
Carol held his cock shaft in both fists and jerked it viciously, milking more and more of his swollen cock between her tightly pursed lips. Withdrawing her hand from the base, she slid it between his hairy thighs and fondled his cum-swollen nuts. Then, separating his muscular ass cheeks, she pressed her finger directly into the puckered ring of his asshole.
"Ahhhhh," Frank sighed. As his daughter fondled his asshole, his big dick jerked and trembled between her hungrily sucking lips. "Oh Christ, Carol ... that's so good ... my meat is so stiff. Suck it now, harder, as hard as you can!"
Carol's tongue rolled wetly all over the crown of her father's dick, shamelessly lapping up the juices that burbled from his cum slit. The smacking, sucking sounds from her throat were so loud now that they could have been heard from the sidewalk. Carol wanted to give her father the best blow job of his life.
Her finger separated the tightly muscled circle of his asshole and bored up his rubbery hole. Clamping her lips around the center of his prick, she sucked his shaft so hard that her cheeks reddened with the effort. Then she began to pump her head up and down, fucking her mouth with his gigantic stiff cock.
"Auuugh," Frank moaned. His cock swelled to new stiffness deep inside his young daughter's mouth. Carol felt his balls tighten in her fingers, tasted the freely seeping cream from his knob. "I'm cumming, darling! Oh ... ohh ... ahhhhh ... "
A torrent of thick white jism blasted out of Frank's dick head, squirting down Carol's throat. Carol tasted her dad's delicious cum and worked the muscles of her mouth, eagerly gulping down every drop.
Frank came hard. Again and again the jism spurted out of his swollen knob. His cock shaft twitched and throbbed as the cream poured up out of his nuts. Holding his daughter's head firmly by the ears, Frank kept his squirting dick buried in her mouth, wincing pleasurably as the last drops burned out of his cum slit.
"Oh, Carol ... " Panting, Frank pulled his dick out of her mouth. Carol released it reluctantly. It was still rock hard and pulsing, as if he'd never cum at all. "That was so good. Alice never sucked me like that. You're a natural cock sucker, I swear to God!"
Carol giggled and stroked her dad's big cock.
"Will you fuck me now, Daddy?" she asked, shamelessly licking her lips. "Can you keep your prick stiff for me? Please, Daddy, I'm so horny. I need your cock in my pussy so much!"
Frank gulped and nodded his head. Carol leaned farther out of the bathtub to remove the rest of his clothes. A minute later he was as naked as she was. His lean, muscular body gleamed with sweat in the steamy bathroom. His cock still throbbed stiffly in readiness for his daughter's cunt.
"Oh Daddy, your body is so beautiful," Carol said breathlessly. She stared at his hairy physique and let her eyes fall to the jutting shaft of his hard-on. "Especially your cock. It's still so big and stiff. You must be really turned on by me, huh?"
"Y-yes," Frank stammered. "I would say ... yes, that's true."
Carol laughed at her father's nervousness. She lay back in the tub and stretched, sighing as she pressed her thighs together.
"Don't you want to fuck me in the bathtub, Daddy?" Wriggling her ass on the bottom of the tub, she spread her thighs to show him the curly haired slit of her pussy. "In here, Daddy," she added, rubbing her cunt hard. "Right here in my pussy."
Frank climbed into the tub. He knelt in the water between his daughter's thighs and wrapped his hands firmly around the peach-shaped cheeks of her ripe ass. Lifting her body up, he pressed the jutting knob of his dick into the silky lips of her cunt.
"Unggghhh, Daddy, unhhhh," Carol mewled. Insistently, she began to hump her ass cheeks in his hands, trying to lift her pussy up onto his cock. "That's so good, Daddy, stick it in me! All the way in my pussy! Fuck me hard!"
Frank fit his purplish, spongy knob securely into the pouting slit of her fuck hole. He withdrew his hands from her ass cheeks and let her fall back to the bottom of the tub. Then he slowly let his weight drop between her thighs, moaning with pleasure as he buried inch after inch of his throbbing hard-on into his daughter's small, tight, wet cunt.
"Anhhhh, Daddy, it feels so good!" Squealing, Carol scissored her thighs around his midriff and locked her damp thighs tightly to his waist. Then she began to hump her ass in earnest, desperate to begin the satisfying motions of fucking. "All of it now, Daddy! Push it in and out! Fuck me, fuck meeeee ... "
With a heavy sigh, Frank rammed the last inches of his prick into the hairy mouth of his daughter's pussy. For a moment he paused with his meat sunken deep inside her cunt, savoring the way her pussy sheath sucked wetly around his blue-veined shaft. His daughter had the tightest, juiciest cunt he'd ever fucked in his life.
Frank pulled back his hips, withdrawing his cock. When only the knob separated her pussy lips, he slipped his aching dick all the way back in again. Slowly, he began to fuck her. The water sloshed around them in the tub as he pumped his swollen shaft through the encasing warmth of her cunt.
"Unh, Daddy, unh - unh - unh," Carol grunted. She clawed her fingernails up and down his back, shaking her head helplessly as she felt every stroke of his prick going into her cunt. His shaft rubbed smoothly against her stiff clit, sending tremors of indescribable pleasure shooting through her body as her pussy muscles worked tightly around his cock.
"Harder, Daddy!" Carol pumped her ass frantically off the bottom of the tub. She was very horny now, within minutes of cumming. "Fuck my cunt, unhhhh fuck me, lick my titties!" Carol held up her enormous, creamy-white tits, offering her fat red nipples to her father. "Suck them! They're so stiff! Suck my nipples!"
Frank dropped his head to the spongy globes of his daughter's breasts. He tongued her nipple and sucked it deep into his mouth, crinkling the flesh of her tit around his lips as he engulfed the tip. Frank sucked her nipple very hard, like a child suckling for milk.
"That's good, Daddy, suck them more!"
Carol grabbed her father's ass and pulled his hips hard, trying to get more of his prick inside her pussy. His dick was throbbing warmly now, and the shaft was rock hard. Her father was as close to cumming as she was. "Awwnnggghhh - fuck me harder, as hard as you can!"
Frank quickened the rhythm of his hips between her spread thighs. He began to fuck his naked young daughter with all the strength he had in his loins, brutally reaming his iron-like dick into the buttery depths of her cunt tunnel.
Carol felt the spasms flowering deep inside her belly. As her father reamed out her pussy with his throbbing dick, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and hugged him as hard as she could.
"Cumming, Daddy, fuck me! I'm cumming!" Blushing and whimpering, Carol grimaced and shook her head wildly as the pleasure enveloped her. "Unhhh! Fuck me! Unhhh! Harder now! Unhhh! Fuck my cunt! Unhh! Daddy! Unhhh - cuuummmmiiinnng!"
It was the best cum Carol had ever had. For what seemed like whole minutes, she jerked and humped helplessly off the bottom of the bathtub, shrieking and crying as her cum shot through her pussy again and again. When the spasms finally subsided, her father's dick was still stiff and big in her cunt, swollen painfully with his second load of cum.
"Oh Daddy?" she asked breathlessly. "'Didn't you pop off yet?"
Frank shook his head. Giggling, Carol pushed him away from her body, smiling with lust as his enormously hard cock slid greasily out of her pussy.
"Don't worry, Daddy." Squatting on her knees beside him as he stretched out in the tub, Carol lowered her head toward the pulsating knob of his hard-on. "I'll suck the cum right out of you!"
Carol engulfed nearly all of her dad's cock.
Frank widened his eyes, unable to believe that his young daughter could take so much of his meat down her throat.
Carol was intent on only one thing - making her father spurt his load as soon as possible. Her body still ached deliciously with the cum he'd given her pussy. She wanted to repay him, to give him his reward for fucking her so beautifully.
Carol pulled back her head so that there was just enough of his cock to put her hands around. She jerked the base of his prick off hard and fast. At the same time she slurped furiously around the knob and first inches of his dick, caving in her cheeks, doing everything she could to make him cream.
"Auuugh!" Frank gasped.
Frank came. The second load of his cum spurted explosively from his angry purplish knob, gushing down Carol's throat. Carol tightened her clasping lips around his prick and managed to suck it even harder. More and more cum squirted from his cock, until his big dick finally began to soften, until his aching balls had given up all the cream they had.
"Satisfied now, Daddy?" Carol asked. She held his wilting meat in her fist and smiled at him wantonly.
"I guess so," Frank sighed.
Late that evening, father and daughter lay side by side in Carol's bed. They were both naked and utterly content. Carol had ignored her homework. Frank had put aside his notes for tomorrow's meeting. They'd spent the whole day fucking and sucking.
"I with I knew where Nancy was," Frank said, puffing thoughtfully on a cigarette.
Carol felt a twinge of jealousy. Nancy was her kid sister who, though still a teenager, already showed signs of surpassing the beauty of every other female in the family. Her face was beautiful, and her body was even more spectacular. Nancy's tits were already almost as big as Carol's.
"Don't worry about her," Carol sighed. She was afraid that if Nancy came home her dad would prefer fucking her to Carol. "She'll take care of herself."
"I know, but she's only a kid," Frank replied. "I mean, it just isn't right for a girl that age to be living away from home. Especially with a motorcycle gang."
"She just lives with the treasurer," Carol corrected. "Look, I'm sure she's okay."
"About half of the guys in that gang have been in prison," Frank murmured. "God only knows what she must do with them."
"The usual things, I'm sure," Carol assured him.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Unh ... oh, Billy unh ... harder, Billy, fuck me ... unh ... unh ... "
The groans were loud enough to be heard throughout the warehouse. It was an ancient, dilapidated cement and wood building in the city's industrial district, dirty and crime-ridden, the worst end of town.
In its day, the warehouse had seen service as a garage, a supermarket clearinghouse and, unsuccessfully, as a restaurant catering to tourists. But the warehouse was very old now, on the verge of being demolished, and even cutting the rent drastically had failed to garner quality tenants. For the time being, the warehouse was the official headquarters of the Freeway Dreamer Motorcycle Club.
"Oh, Billy, that's so good! Unhhh! Fuck me deep, Billy! Make me cum! Unh! Harder! Unh ... "
A dozen menacing Harley-Davidsons stood beneath the pitted, graffiti-littered wall of the warehouse. Inside there were easy chairs, a cache of weapons, a refrigerator, a makeshift toilet, various strange odds and items culled from junkyards around the city.
Two or three burly bikers slept soundly in the easy chairs. A mattress had been pulled into the farthest, dimmest corner of the warehouse. On it, Nancy and her boyfriend Billy, the treasurer of the club, were fucking furiously in the doggie position. Neither cared if Nancy's moans and whimpers awakened the bikers.
"In my cunt, Billy!" Nancy cried. "Unh! Deeper, all the way up my pussy! Unh! Oh, Billy! I love the way you fuck me! Harder, make me cum!"
It was hard to believe that Billy was thirty-five years old. Everything in his appearance, from his inebriated grin to his necklace, to his tattered denim clothes, gave the impression of a teenager with a larger-than-average chip on his shoulder. But Billy's hairline was receding noticeably, and age lines crisscrossed his weather-beaten face. It wouldn't be long before he had trouble continuing his career as a young, carefree biker.
Billy wasn't thinking about this now. His pants were down to his ankles, revealing his lean, hairy ass and the shaft of his hugely thick cock. Sweating and grunting, he knelt behind Nancy's jiggling ass cheeks, rhythmically thrusting his dick into the silky, clasping wetness of Nancy's pussy.
Unlike Billy, Nancy looked as young as she was. She had already flowered into the mouthwatering beauty Frank and Alice had anticipated since she reached puberty.
Nancy's hair was long and brown and thick, cascading to the small of her slender back. Her face, with its soft, plump cheeks and innocent big eyes, made her look even younger than her age.
Nancy was a petite girl, standing no more than five-foot-three. But her size was no indication of her figure. Nancy was incredibly voluptuous. Her tits were firm and round and fat nippled, nearly as large as those of her taller, older sister Carol. Men had been known to get huge, instantaneous hard-ons from watching her ass as she moved down the street. Without a doubt, Nancy was the prettiest mascot the Freeway Dreamers had ever had.
Deep down inside, Nancy knew she was too pretty and too bright to be hanging around with a motorcycle gang. She knew that her parents' separation had upset her, that running away from home had upset her even more, that she hadn't acted rationally since she'd walked out the door. She also knew that Billy was basically a bum who mistreated her horribly, and she had promised herself many times that she would leave him when the first opportunity presented itself.
But now, like Billy, Nancy wasn't thinking about her problems. She knelt on her hands and knees on the dirty mattress, resting her cheek on her folded forearms, moaning with pleasure as Billy rammed his throbbing dick deeper into the hairy slit of her teenage cunt.
That was easily the best thing about Billy. As cruel and as stupid as he was, as often as he abused her, he was the best fuck a girl could ask for. Rare was the day that he didn't hump her three times before the sun went down.
"Do you like that?" Billy asked. He grinned satanically behind his whiskers and moved his hands up Nancy's naked body. Roughly he grabbed her tits and milked them savagely, pinching the nipples hard enough to draw blood. "You like getting your tits played with, huh? You like the way I fuck you!"
"Oh yes, Billy, do it harder!" Nancy squealed. She humped her little ass back into him with blinding speed, feeling her cheeks jiggle as they slapped sweatily against his undulating stomach. "Fuck me, Billy, unh, unh, fuck meeee! I'm gonna cum!"
Riding up on Nancy's naked body, Billy changed the angle of his big prick as it speared down into her silky haired fuck hole. Then he began to fuck her as hard as he could. Grunting loudly, squeezing her hanging tits, he pounded his throbbing hard-on into her pussy in a fever of lust.
"Cumming, Billy!" Nancy cried. Flushing, she bit her forearms as the delicious spasms flooded her cunt with juice. "Ungggghhh fuck me now! Harder, harder - I'm cuuummmmiiinnng ... "
When Nancy recovered from her cum, the first thing she heard was Billy swearing vehemently behind her. His dick still throbbed stiffly in the clinging tunnel of her pussy.
"You bitch!" Billy shouted. "Fucking cunt bitch! I didn't get a chance to blow my wad!"
"I'm sorry, Billy," Nancy whimpered. It was part of Billy's chauvinistic credo that any woman he fucked should make his cock spurt before enjoying her own cum. "I just got carried away. I promise, next time ... "
"Fucking cunt bitch!"
Billy pulled his enormous, cum-drooling prick from the dark-haired slit of her pussy. As Nancy squealed helplessly, he pushed her flat on her stomach and spread the cheeks of her milk-white ass, exposing the puckered ring of her pink little asshole.
"No, Billy, please!" Nancy sobbed. But she made no attempt to resist him, knowing that that would only result in a horrible beating. "Not in my asshole! I'll give you a blow job! I promise! Don't fuck my ass, I hate it when you do it there!"
"I'll teach you, you cunt!" Grinning ferociously, Billy positioned himself on top of her and fit the knob of his prick into the rubbery ring of her asshole. "You say you don't like it? You love it when I fuck you ass! You just love it!"
"But it hurts, Billy, pleeease ... "
Bill rammed his hips brutally down, burying over half of his throbbing cock into the tight, sucking sheath of her asshole.
Immediately, the pain was so bad that Nancy thought she would pass out. Her asshole muscles tore as they separated around the invading thickness of his cock. A deep, throbbing pain bored into the root of her body, until Nancy thought she wouldn't be able to stop herself from screaming.
"You bastard!" she sobbed. Desperately she tried to pull away from him, unable to stand the heat that ravaged her asshole. "I hate you! Take it out!"
"You lie still!" Billy commanded. "Or I'll whip you! I swear, I'll tan your sweet hide!"
Whimpering miserably, Nancy forced herself to lie motionless beneath him. Billy groaned with pleasure, feeling her strong asshole muscles sucking convulsively around the blue-veined shaft of his prick.
Slowly, Billy moved his arms up Nancy's small naked body. Returning his hands to her big tits, he squeezed them hard and smiled lewdly as he realized that her nipples were still crinkled and stiff. Nancy had to be hornier than she was acting.
Billy pulled a fraction of his cock shaft out of her burning asshole. Furiously, he pounded it back in again, getting more of his prick buried in her rubbery tunnel.
Then he began to heave violently on top of her, milking her tits, ignoring her frenzied pleas, ramming more and more of his dick between her jiggling ass cheeks with every stroke.
"Awww, Billy, please!" Nancy cried. The pain coursed continually through her body. She felt as if she were being impaled on a white-hot sword. "Don't fuck me like this! You're hurting me!"
Finally Billy had every inch of his enormous hard-on engulfed in Nancy's asshole. He lay motionless on top of her for a long time. Her ass muscles squeezed and tugged tightly around his aching prick, and, in a way, Billy preferred the sensations to actually fucking her. Sometimes he thought he could let Nancy's asshole suck the cum out of his dick by itself, without his ever having to move a muscle.
Billy started fucking her. He reared back his hips and began the familiar, frantic, rhythmic motions of his ass, relentlessly hammering his cock again and again into her helpless body.
"You like it now, bitch?" he whispered. Harder and harder he fucked her, reaming out her puckered asshole with every brutal stroke of his blood-swollen cock. "Say you like it! Say how much you dig it when I fuck your little ass!"
A blush of shame spread through Nancy's cherubic cheeks. Deep down inside, she knew she was beginning to get off on Billy's ass fucking.
Her nipples were tingling as Billy rubbed them. Her pussy was even wetter than it had been when he was cunt-fucking her, oozing her reeking juices down the insides of her thighs.
Why did she get so turned on when he raped her? Nancy wondered miserably. Sometimes she felt like Billy's slave.
"You want it harder, cunt?" Billy demanded. He intensified the rhythm of his ass fucking, managing to sink his throbbing meat even deeper into the clinging inferno of her asshole. "Maybe that'll make you beg for more."
"Awwwnnhhhh," Nancy whimpered. As best she could, she struggled to restrain her growing passion a minute longer. She couldn't give in to Billy so easily. He was just using her like a dog. She couldn't ...
But the pleasure was too much. All the pain had vanished from her asshole, displaced by a delicious throbbing heat that seemed to fill Nancy's whole body with lust. She wanted Billy to fuck her asshole now. Every bit as hard as he could.
"Fuck me!" Nancy squealed. Giving in suddenly, she began to piston her flushed ass cheeks feverishly on his stabbing prick. "Oh, Billy! I'm so horny now! Fuck me, darling, unh-unh, fuck my asshole!"
"You do like it now, don't you?" Billy said teasingly. "Yeah! Just like a slut!"
"Fuck me!" Nancy thrashed and writhed on the mattress, begging wantonly for the satisfying length of her lover's cock. "Harder, Billy, fuck my asshole hard! Oh God, I'm gonna cum again! Ungggghhh - keep fucking meeeee!"
Grunting and panting, Billy hammered his dick into her sore little asshole as hard as he could. Nancy clawed the mattress and shrieked in ecstasy as he hammered her butt up to meet the rhythm of his humping. Already she could feel the spasms burning again through the aching pink slit of her pussy, her clit tingling as her body prepared for its second cum.
"Go ahead and cum, you bitch," Billy grunted. "Go ahead, I won't hurt you. I want to see you cum all over my dick. Then you can suck me off!"
Nancy blushed at her lover's cruel words. But, for some reason, being abused like this only made her hornier. Consciously, Nancy tightened her asshole ring, forcing the tight, muscled pink sphincter to suck exquisitely around the shaft of Billy's throbbing cock.
"Ahhhh," Billy sighed. Nancy felt his hairy balls tightening against her ass cheeks. His huge prick was jerking and twitching deep inside her hole. He was close to cumming too. "Play with yourself," he muttered. "Go ahead, Nancy. You know you want to. Finger your pussy!"
Shuddering, Nancy pushed her hands under her torso and ran her fingers through the thick, fleecy curls over her pussy. Her silky cunt hairs were moist with her desire, and the pink slit of her fuck hole was drowned with the flow of her juices.
Shamelessly, Nancy thrust two fingers into her clasping pussy and began to pump them in and out. She rolled her stiff clit under her thumb, harder and faster as Billy packed his dick into her burning asshole, jacking herself off.
"I'm cumming, Billy!" she cried. The spasms exploded deep inside her body. Nancy rocked off the mattress, desperately trying to get more of Billy's massive hard-on into the depths of her asshole. "Unh! Fuck my asshole! Harder, harder, cuuummmmiiinnng ... "
Billy collapsed on top of Nancy, burying his prick to the root in her ravaged asshole, keeping it all the way in while she bucked and shrieked and came. Finally, Nancy sighed and stopped humping up beneath him. Wincing, Billy pulled his cock out of her ass tunnel. It was still rock hard and throbbing, coated now with her own reeking ass juices.
"Suck it," Billy demanded. "Come on, Nancy. I told you I was gonna make you give me head. Suck the cum out of my dick."
Dazed, still shaking with the receding force of her cum, Nancy stared at Billy's prick. The long, thick shaft was completely covered with the wetness of her asshole. She couldn't imagine anything more disgusting than taking his cock into her mouth and sucking on it.
"No, please," she whispered, shaking her head. "Please, Billy, at least wash yourself first. Don't make me suck it now ... "
"God damn fucking cunt!"
Billy grabbed Nancy's hair and turned her roughly over on her back, making her shriek as her hair seemed to tear out at the roots. Then he climbed on top of her and sat on the spongy cushion of her big tits. Holding her up by the ears, he jammed his blood-swollen prick against her closed mouth.
"Suck it," he demanded furiously. "When I tell you to give me a blow job, you give me a blow job! I don't give a shit where my cock's been. If you don't start sucking, I'm gonna whip your ass!"
Blushing with shame and humiliation, Nancy opened her mouth. Billy chuckled and rammed nearly half of his swollen cock into the buttery wetness of her throat.
As soon as Nancy closed her lips around his blue-veined cock shaft, she thought she was going to gag. But her fear of being beaten overcame her disgust. She forced her stomach to settle and began to suck, puckering her cheeks and lips around the throbbing length of his cock. "Ohh yes," Billy sighed. He gently began to roll his hips back and forth across her big tits, pumping his cock in and out of her throat. "That's good, baby. That's a good little girl. You just keep on sucking and drink Billy's cum."
Obediently Nancy sucked her own asshole juices off Billy's cock. She rolled her tongue around the heart-shaped knob of his prick, making his cum slit twitch open as she slipped her tongue into it like a slippery eel. Her lips tugged and kissed and sucked his burning cock, coaxing the cream up out of his balls.
"More," Billy grunted. He pulled her thick brown hair and began to buck his hips in earnest, sadistically fucking her face with his iron-like hard-on. "I said to suck on it! Don't you know how to suck anymore, you little bitch? As hard as you can!"
Billy rammed nearly six inches of his huge prick down her throat tunnel. Again, Nancy thought she would gag. The feeling of his bloated cock head brushing past her tonsils sent a sickening tremor of pain into her belly.
But she had to do what Billy told her to do. Wet, smacking, gurgling sounds burbled out of Nancy's throat as she tried to work on his cock. Her cheeks flushed with the effort. Her lips were stretched wide apart, obscenely stuffed with the thickness of his enormous, blood-clogged dick.
Billy jerked forward, ramming every inch of his big prick down Nancy's throat. As Nancy felt her nose tickled by his cock hairs, she was sure she was going to vomit if she kept his dick inside her mouth a moment longer.
Then Billy came. A torrent of thick, hot cream spurted from his open cum slit, shooting down Nancy's throat passage into her belly. Billy's hairy balls tightened against her chin. The length of his stiff cock began to jerk violently up and down as he pumped his load into her mouth.
"Ahhhhh," Billy sighed. He kept his cock buried in her stretched lips, moaning with pleasure as spurt after spurt of his burning cum pumped out of his knob. "Oh good ... drink it now ... ahhhh ... "
Nancy stopped gagging as soon as Billy started to spurt. She loved the taste of his delicious, gooey jism, and if she could have had her way, she would have gulped it down forever. Now she moaned anxiously as she worked the muscles of her throat, puckering her cheeks as she hungrily gulped down every drop.
When his cum was finally over, Billy pulled his gradually softening prick out of her lips. Sadistically, he wiped his spongy cock head off on her chin, giggling at Nancy's exhausted expression.
"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" he asked complacently. "I hope you've learned your lesson, honey. When your man tells you to do something, you do it! I don't want to hear any of your back talk from now on!"
Billy pulled on his clothes and climbed off the mattress, hitching up his belt as he went to the other end of the warehouse to tinker with his motorcycle. Nancy lay on the mattress without moving. She was sure now, finally, that she'd taken as much of the motorcycle gang's abuse as she could stand.
It was time to go home. She was still only a kid, after all. Home was where she belonged. Even if her parents hadn't gotten back together, Nancy thought longingly, there was still her father to take care of her. Her big, strong, beautiful daddy Frank. Nancy was sure she loved her father more than any other man alive.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Two days later, Nancy walked up the cobblestone path that led from the sidewalk to the house she'd grown up in. The path was no more than fifty feet long, but at the time she felt that it was the longest walk she'd ever taken in her life.
Who would answer the door? What if her mother had returned? Would Alice be angry with her? Sympathetic? Furious? What if her father was still alone? Would he be angry?
Never before had Nancy felt so frightened of her parents. She'd been living with a motorcycle gang! Everybody knew what motorcycle gangs did to their women.
The afternoon was bright and sunny and clear. Nancy stood shaking before the front door, trying to muster up the courage to ring the doorbell. She wore a pretty print dress and a scarf in her hair, the nicest outfit she had left after spending so many months in the warehouse. But as pretty as she looked, Nancy couldn't help suspecting that her parents would be able to see Billy's filth under her clothes.
As it turned out, Nancy's fears were groundless. The front door swung open before she had a chance to touch the buzzer. Standing there, dressed in a terry cloth house robe that showed the cleavage of her big, braless tits, was Nancy's older sister Carol.
Carol did not seem overjoyed by Nancy's unexpected return.
"I thought I heard somebody standing out here," she said stuffily. Carol studied Nancy imperiously, as if she were a beauty-pageant judge running through a personal-appearance check on a contestant. "Why didn't you ring the doorbell? It's not broken, is it?'
"No," Nancy muttered awkwardly. "What're you ... ah, I didn't expect to find you here, Carol. How long have you been home?"
"I didn't expect to find you here either," Carol said, ignoring the question. "What's the matter? Did your little motorcycle gang get tired of passing you around?"
"Guess so."
"You might as well come inside, I suppose." Carol held the door open and gestured impatiently for Nancy to enter the living room. "Daddy's still at work, if you were wondering. He won't be home for a couple of hours."
The living room looked considerably cleaner than Nancy remembered it, and there was a vacuum cleaner and wash bucket next to the couch. Carol had obviously been in the middle of her housework. Nancy entered the house self-consciously, painfully aware that this was the nicest house she'd entered in months.
"I must say, you don't look any the worse for wear," Carol said. She stood back and appraised Nancy bluntly, smiling strangely. "They must feed you pretty well in that gang, I'll bet. You've filled out rather nicely."
"Thank you," Nancy said, blushing.
"Of course, I'd imagine they'd want to take good care of you. You were probably the prettiest little mascot they'd ever had. I'll bet they spent half their time getting in fights over who would get to fuck you first!"
Nancy stared at her sister in bewilderment. Carol was smiling strangely, and her nipples looked extremely stiff under her robe. What was going on? Was Carol making some sort of proposition? To a woman? To her own sister?
"I didn't ... do that sort of thing," Nancy stammered. "I mean, there was just my boyfriend Billy ... "
Carol cocked her head knowingly. "Don't lie to me, sweetie. You can pull that crap on Daddy, but not me. I'll bet all you ever did with them was gangbang. Tell me the truth, how many trains did you pull for your big, bad old motorcycle gang?"
"I didn't pull any!" Nancy said hotly. "Honest, it was just my boyfriend!"
"Then I guess you were too busy fucking him to bother with the others, huh?"
There was a long silence. Carol stood before Nancy with her hands on her hips, holding the same smile, oblivious to the way her robe had separated to reveal nearly all of her tits. Nancy stared back at her in growing confusion. In all their years of growing up together, her big sister had never treated her so coolly.
"Well, I guess we can talk about all that later," Carol said finally. "You must be pretty tired, if you've come home for good. I bet you'd like a nice shower and a fresh change of clothes."
"Yes. That would be nice."
"But first you have to greet your big sister properly." Smiling, Carol moved up and wrapped her arms affectionately around Nancy's neck. "I mean, isn't that what good families are all about? Give me a nice, big, welcome-home kiss!"
Blushing, Nancy lifted her head and shut her eyes. Her sister's lips brushed against hers, then met. They kissed.
But Carol did not kiss like a sister. Nancy was shocked as she felt Carol's tongue probe between her lips, searching out the inside of her mouth. Then Carol began to move her hands up Nancy's body, fondling her thighs under the dress, cupping the rounded cheeks of her ass.
"Carol!" Nancy cried, and tried to move away from her. "What do you think you're doing?"
"I'm kissing you," Carol said softly. Her voice was husky and very obviously excited. "Don't you want me to welcome you, Nancy? Why so unfriendly?"
Carol kissed her again, even more passionately than the first time. Her hands moved up Nancy's legs under the dress and parted the cheeks of her ass, kneading them. Carol moved one hand under Nancy's panties. She touched Nancy's pussy, sending a tremor of wet heat coursing deep inside her cunt.
"Carol, you stop that! Honestly, I've never seen you act like this before!"
"I'm just saying hello ... " Locking her arms tightly around Nancy's back, Carol moved her lips down Nancy's face and skillfully nibbled her neck. Nancy felt herself getting horny. "Don't you like the way I say hello? Tell me the truth. Doesn't it feel good?"
Nancy said nothing. It did feel good, better than she'd ever thought it could with a woman. Her pussy slit was dampening with the flow of her juices, and she was sure Carol could detect the wetness in her cunt as she fondled her under the dress. Nancy cared less and less that her sister was behaving like someone she'd never met before. All she knew was how much she loved to be touched like this.
"Doesn't it?" Carol let the halves of her robe fall completely apart, revealing her voluptuous naked body. The nipples of her big, firm tits were crinkled and stiff. Nancy found herself staring at her older sister's pussy triangle, wondering what it would taste like if she licked it.
Nancy shuddered and stopped trying to pull away. Carol unbuttoned the top of her dress. She thrust her face into Nancy's ample cleavage and pulled down one cup of her bra, exposing her fat stiff nipple. Carol dropped her head and sucked the nipple hard, like a hungry child trying to draw milk.
"Unhhhh," Nancy groaned. She began to revolve her hips in the familiar motions of lust, pushing her pussy into Carol's hand. More and more, her partner and the circumstances were being forgotten in the heat of her desire. "Oh, Carol ... please ... unhhhh ... "
Carol pulled her dress buttons completely apart. As Nancy stood before her, she thrust her hand under the hem of her bikini panties and groped through the thick fleecy hairs over her cunt. Then Carol slipped two fingers deep into the sopping wet slit of her pussy, pumping them in and out, jacking off her sister.
"Do me too," she purred insistently. She spread her legs and arched her back, then took Nancy's hand and placed it on her hairy cunt. It felt wet and hot. "Go ahead, Nancy, you know how. Fingerfuck me!"
Nancy let her finger push into the sticky wetness of Carol's fuck hole. Immediately, she felt Carol's pussy muscles sucking around her finger, and the sensation was so incredible that her horniness seemed to double in the space of a second.
Now Nancy was as willing as her sister. The two stood facing each other with their hands in each other's pussies, moaning and grunting together, jerking each other off.
Carol pulled Nancy's dress up and over her shoulders, leaving her naked, except for her black high-heel shoes. Nancy said nothing as Carol fell to her knees before her. She felt her sister's hands squeeze the cheeks of her ass, her tongue tickling against the curly haired slit of her cunt.
"I've wanted to do this so long," Carol sighed.
Carol began to eat her out. Squeezing her ass cheeks, she buried her face into the reeking aroma of Nancy's pussy. Nancy whimpered in pleasure as Carol tongued the pink slit of her cunt, separating the flowering, pouting folds with her fingers, darting her tongue deep into the tunnel within.
"Oh God," Nancy gasped. Helplessly, she began to buck and pump her ass, humping her cunt all over Carol's face. "S-s-suck me, Carol," she hissed. "Oh yes, that's so good! Unh! Awwwnhhh ... "
Carol withdrew one hand from the cheeks of her ass. Slipping two fingers into the sopping tunnel of her pussy, she expertly began to jack off her cunt. At the same time she moved her mouth up to her stiff clit and sucked it hard, nibbling tenderly on the tip.
"Unggghh yes," Nancy moaned. Convulsively, she thrust her hands behind Carol's head and pulled her face deeper against her aching pussy. "Unh! Oh God, you'll make me cum! Harder! Suck meeee ... "
When the pressure was almost unbearable. just before Nancy could feel the spasms flowing through her body, Carol withdrew her mouth from her sister's throbbing slit. Again she tongued and licked the open mouth of her cunt, gently, and thoroughly, as if giving her a chance to calm down. Her hands brushed up Nancy's undulating belly and squeezed the ample globes of her tits, pinching the fat red nipples.
"Awwwnhhh," Nancy sighed. She continued to hump her cunt into her sister's face, wantonly tugging Carol's long black hair. "Suck my clit some more ... oh God, I'm hot, you've got me so horny! I want to cum now, suck meeee ... "
Carol returned her mouth to Nancy's aching, stiff clit. Wrapping her lips around it, she sucked the little pink bud very hard. Her fingers probed between Nancy's ass cheeks. Carol thrust her finger into the puckered ring of her asshole and pushed it all the way into the rubbery, tight tunnel, jacking off both her sister's holes at the same time.
"Unh! Cumming, I'm cumming!" Nancy grunted loudly as the spasms began to burn through the depths of her cunt. Then they exploded, and she thrust her gurgling pussy into Carol's mouth as hard as she could. "Suck me, Carol! Unh, unh, cumming! Suck meeeee! I'm cuuummmmiiinnng ... "
It was one of the hardest cums Nancy had ever had, better than anything Billy had given her. For what seemed like whole minutes, she stood with her pussy throbbing against her sister's mouth, moaning and quivering as her body tingled with the pleasure of consummation.
Her cum was so intense that she was barely able to retain her footing. When it finally subsided, Nancy realized vaguely that Carol was trying to pull her down to the carpet.
"It's your turn," Carol whispered hotly. "Or didn't they teach you how to suck pussy in that motorcycle gang?"
Nancy was much too horny to protest. She watched as Carol stretched out on the shag rug and spread her legs wide apart, wriggling her ass comfortably into the carpet. Then Carol dropped her hand between her creamy thighs and shamelessly began to fingerfuck her burning cunt, letting Nancy watch as her finger pumped into the pouting, swollen lips of her dark-haired slit.
"Come on, Nancy, eat me out," she muttered. Carol fingered her pussy hard and fast, lifting her ass off the carpet, thrusting her cunt against her hand. "Oh Christ, I'm so hot, I can hardly stand it. Suck me!"
At the sight of her older sister's wide-open pussy, Nancy felt a fresh heat pouring into the cum-drenched slit of her cunt. She'd never considered herself a lesbian, but her sister was turning her on.
Carol's tits were so large and full and firm, even bigger than her own were. Nancy stared at her sister's long, tapering legs, the sides of her rounded ass cheeks, the hair-fringed fissure of her cunt. All of a sudden, she realized that she could hardly wait to bury her face between Carol's thighs and lap up every drop of her juices.
Nancy dropped her head to Carol's soft belly. Squeezing her ass cheeks, she lowered her face to the pungent wetness of her fuck hole. Then, just as Carol had done for her, she gently began to run her tongue up the parted slit of her pussy, feeling her own cunt moisten as Carol whined for more.
"Awwww, Nancy, suck meee!" she cried. She thrust her hands into Nancy's thick, long hair and pulled her face closer between her thighs, sighing as Nancy's lips tickled the soft black hairs fringing her pussy. "I'm so horny, I need it so bad! Suck my cunt, Nancy! Awww yes, make me cummmm!" Nancy glued her mouth to her sister's cunt.
She sucked her pussy hard, thrusting her tongue deeply into the clasping sheath of her tight, small hole. Her fingers tugged and separated the swollen lips of her pussy, brushing occasionally against the stiff bud of her aching clit.
"More!" Carol grunted. She began to hump her ass off the floor in a frenzy of lust, fucking her wet cunt all over her sister's face. "Suck me! Play with my titties! Make me cum! I need to cum so bad!"
Withdrawing her hands from her quivering ass cheeks, Nancy moved her fingers tantalizingly up Carol's nakedness to the jiggling globes of her tits. Her big tits felt soft and spongy as she cupped them, rubbing her palms across the nipples. As Nancy felt the nipples stiffen, she became hornier than ever before.
She wanted her own cunt sucked again. Whimpering with desire, Nancy threw her hips up over her sister's face, digging her knees into the carpet to either side of Carol's ears. Then she dropped her cunt against her face and moaned with pleasure as Carol's lips pressed into the fragrant lips of her pussy.
"Suck me too," she panted. Nancy cupped her sister's ass cheeks and lifted her cunt up to her face again lapping up the juices that oozed from her wide-open slit. "Eat me out again! I want to cum some more! Come on, Carol, let's sixty-nine!"
Then they were both furiously sucking each other's cunts, grunting and sighing and pumping their pussies into the other's mouth. Nancy undulated her belly, feeling Carol's nipple stiffen against her navel. Carol thrust her finger into Nancy's asshole and wriggled it in and out, jerking her off.
"I'm gonna cum!" Carol gasped, mouthing the words wetly around the swollen lips of her sister's pussy. "Suck harder now! Unggghhh, that's so good! Suck my clit, I need to cummmmm!"
Nancy glued her lips to her sister's throbbing clit and sucked it as hard as she could. At the same time, she found the puckered, pulsing ring of Carol's hot asshole and rammed her finger all the way into the rubbery little sheath, feeling it convulse tightly inwards as the spasms flowered in Carol's belly.
"Cumming, awwww yesss, suck meee!" Carol shrieked. Furiously she humped and bucked her ass off the carpet, burying her face in Nancy's pussy as the heat ravaged her cunt. "Awwwnhhh! Oh God! Unggghhh, Jesus, I'm cuuummmmiiinnng!"
Nancy continued to eagerly lick her sister's pussy long after her cum was over. Then a loud noise caught her attention, and she lifted her head to see what it was. Suddenly, she found herself staring into the bewildered eyes of her long-lost father.
CHAPTER NINE
"Daddy!" Nancy screamed. "Oh God!"
Frank dropped his briefcase on the floor. For several seconds, he stood in the open doorway without moving a muscle, aghast at the spectacle of his two teenage daughters sucking each other's cunts in his living room. Then he managed to move unsteadily out of the hallway, kicking the door shut behind him.
"What are you two doing?" he asked weakly. His expression was wild and helpless, as if he were about to faint. "Nancy ... you came home ... what were you two doing when I came in?"
Nancy crawled off her sister as fast as she could. She knelt on the floor and stared fearfully up at her father, unconsciously shaking her head back and forth.
Never in her life had she felt so utterly ashamed. She'd wanted to impress her father. After spending so much time with the Freeway Dreamers, after submitting to all of Billy's abuses ... she wanted to show him that she hadn't changed, that she was still just the sort of proper little girl she'd been brought up to be.
Now he found her like this. Naked, on the living-room floor, sucking her big sister's pussy, caught in an act that was incestuous and lesbian and perverted all at the same time. Nancy felt her cheeks flushing hotly with humiliation. She wondered how many seconds would pass before her father evicted her from the house for good.
"Hi, Daddy," Carol purred. "You came home from work early, huh? I'm glad!"
Nancy swiveled her head to stare at her sister. Carol didn't seem in the least bit taken aback by their father's sudden arrival. Instead, she seemed much hornier than before. Nancy could see how stiff her nipples were, could sense instinctively the desire that seemed to ooze from every pore of Carol's body.
On her knees, Carol padded across the carpet to where Frank stood by his briefcase. For a long time she simply looked up at him, smiling innocently, as if they were sharing a joke over dinner. Then Carol raised both hands and placed them on the bulge of her father's cock.
Nancy had never been so shocked in her life. She stared with wide, disbelieving eyes as Carol unzipped Frank's pants and reached into the opening for his cock.
Frank shuddered and made no attempt to move away. Carol withdrew his stiff dick and squeezed it in her fist. It was the first time Nancy had ever seen her father's naked hard-on, and she felt a thrill of pleasure course through her pussy as she realized how big his prick was. She'd never known that a man's cock could get so long and thick.
"Carol, we'd better not," Frank muttered. His face was red and flushed. He glanced nervously at his youngest daughter Nancy.
"Please ... "
"Didn't you miss me, Daddy?" Carol purred. Quickly she undid his belt and pulled his pants down to his knees, exposing his legs and all of his hard dick. His heavy balls were swollen between his legs. "What's wrong? Don't you want me to give you your daily blow job?"
Daily blow job? Nancy glanced quickly between her father and sister, for the first time suspecting what had been going on between them while she'd been gone. Frank looked nervously back at her, obviously wishing that Carol and he were in another room.
"Carol, let's wait," he said softly. "I mean, for God's sake, Nancy is watching us."
"She doesn't care. Didn't you see the two of us sucking each other off?" Carol giggled and stroked the blue-veined shaft of her father's cock. "Come on Daddy, you know how hard your prick is. Don't you want me to suck it for you? I'll bet Nancy would like to suck it too!"
"Carol!" Frank gasped.
Carol dropped her head forward. Then, as Nancy stared in utter astonishment, she opened her lips to admit the bulbous, spongy knob of their father's huge cock.
Nancy watched as Carol's lips clasped wetly around the shaft. Her cheeks puckered sharply inwards, increasing the suction in her throat. Even across the room, Nancy could hear the wet, slurping sounds as Carol went to work on her dad's big prick, hungrily sucking more and more of it into her mouth.
"Ungggghhh," Frank groaned. For a moment, he stared across the room at Nancy, as if doing everything in his power to resist the seductive sensations of Carol's dick sucking. "Carol, you've ... got ... to ... please ... not here ... nnnggg ... "
Then Frank gave in. His eyelids drooped drowsily. His expression evolved into a hypnotic mask of lust. Nancy watched as he lifted his hand and placed it behind Carol's head. Slowly, he began to pump his hips, fucking his throbbing cock farther down her throat.
"Mmmmm," Carol murmured.
Carol sucked her dad's cock furiously, as if she lived for the jism that would spurt from the head of his prick. In all her months of living with a motorcycle gang, Nancy had never seen a woman give such a thorough, eager blow job.
Carol's cheeks flushed bright pink with the intensity of her sucking. Repeatedly, her lips clasped and chewed and pursed around the thick shaft of Frank's meat, like a child nursing on a lollipop. She held the base of his pulsing cock in her fist and stroked it rhythmically as she sucked, jerking him off into her mouth.
Nancy realized she was getting unbelievably horny. Her nipples were so stiff that they hurt her, and she could feel her pussy throbbing painfully between her thighs, with every beat of her heart.
I want to suck Daddy's cock, too, she thought hungrily. Look at how big it is ... my dad's prick is gigantic. I want to taste it ... oh yes, and drink his cum, and make him fuck me ... fucking my daddy ... oh yes!
Carol seemed to read her mind. She withdrew Frank's pulsating cock from her mouth and turned to smile at Nancy wantonly. Her lips glistened with the jism that oozed freely from the fat red knob of his dick.
"Don't you want to suck his cock too?" Carol asked huskily. "It tastes really good! Come on, Nancy, we can take turns!"
Frank continued to stand with his pants around his ankles. Nancy crawled across the floor and knelt beside Carol. She raised her hands to her father's throbbing dick and squeezed it hard, groaning as she touched her dad's enormous stiff prick for the first time,
It felt long and thick and hard. Nancy wrapped both hands around the jutting stalk of his hard-on and milked the loose flesh up and down, as if she were stroking a baseball bat. Her nipples tingled. Her cunt throbbed with lust.
"Suck it," Carol encouraged her. "Go ahead, Nancy. You want to and you know it. Suck his dick really hard!"
Frank placed his hand behind Nancy's head.
Bending her neck, Nancy took the first several inches of his massive cock into her mouth. Immediately, she tasted the jism running out of his cum slit onto her tongue, and she felt very anxious to make him spurt in her mouth.
Maybe she could give him an even better blow job than Carol. After all, Billy had taught her quite a bit.
Violently, Nancy sucked in her cheeks, making Frank grunt as his cock twitched and jerked in her mouth. Nancy fondled his balls, rolling the twin globes back and forth in their hairy, wrinkled sac. Her tongue slipped all over the shiny wet knob of his cock, darting teasingly into the slit in the tip.
Nancy sucked her father's cock as hard as she could. Milking the shaft of his dick, she began to pump her head in a back and forth motion, letting him thrust more and more of his delicious hard-on down her throat. His cock head brushed her tonsils, but it didn't make her gag like Billy's dick had. Nancy felt as if she'd been born to suck her father off.
"Harder," Frank gasped. He pulled his daughter's hair, then dropped his hands to her big, firm tits. Taking her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, he pinched them tantalizingly. "Suck it, Nancy. Oh God, is it stiff! My dick's gonna spurt any second! Unggghh yes, harder - suck as hard as you can!"
Nancy breathed deeply through her flared nostrils and thrust her face towards her dad's belly. Almost two-thirds of his enormous hard-on stretched her lips now, and she could feel the bloated knob oozing jism down her throat. Tightly she constricted her lips around the base of his dick, then slowly brought her head back, letting the pursed circle of her mouth stroke wetly up the length of his hard-on.
"Oh God, oh Christ!" Frank muttered. His whole body trembled as the load of his cum collected in his balls. Nancy felt his enormous dick grow even stiffer in her throat, his nuts tighten between his thighs. "I'm cumming now, Nancy. Drink it up! Oh shit ... ohh yes, ahhhh ... "
The cum spurted violently from Frank's swollen red cock head, shooting in a continuous stream down Nancy's throat. As soon as Nancy felt the first spurt, she began to suck his prick in a fever, working the muscles of her mouth and lips and tongue to loudly gulp down all his cream.
Frank kept cumming, spurting the biggest load Nancy had ever swallowed in her young life. Grunting in exquisite agony, he held the back of his daughter's head and jerked his hips against her face, fucking her mouth with his cock as the last droplets of gooey white jism burned from the crown of his prick.
Reluctantly, Nancy withdrew her father's cock from the depths of her throat. But she continued to kiss and lick and fondle his beautiful dick long after his cum was over, sighing as she felt his still rock-hard cock throbbing in her fist.
Never had she felt so satisfied. It didn't matter that she'd just committed incest with her sister and father, that the life she'd just stepped into was even more depraved than the one she'd left behind with the motorcycle gang. All she knew was that her father's long, thick cock satisfied her more than any other cock she'd had.
"Why don't you fuck her now, Daddy?" Carol asked.
Nancy looked at her sister. Carol's eyes gleamed with a strange, voyeuristic lust. She touched Nancy's shoulder and gestured for her to lie on the floor.
"Go ahead, Nancy," she said eagerly. "You want Daddy to do it to you, don't you? He's a really fantastic fuck! He can keep his dick hard forever!"
Nancy looked at Frank's prick. It was still very hard, completely swollen with cum and blood, as if he'd never spurted in her mouth at all. Staring at his dick, Nancy realized how badly she needed to be fucked with it. No pleasure imaginable could compare with the ecstasy of having her pussy filled with the warm, cum-seeping cock of her father.
"Do what she says," Frank said hoarsely. "Lie on the floor."
Obediently, Nancy stretched out on the carpet, wriggling her peach-shaped little ass into the plush shag until she felt comfortable. Then she spread her luscious thighs wide apart and planted her heels into the floor, opening her hair-fringed pussy for the invasion of her dad's rock-hard prick.
"Oh God," Frank sighed. He stared wide-eyed at his young daughter's teenage nakedness, letting his eyes wander from the firm spongy globes of her tits to the hairy triangle sheltering her pussy. "Your body ... it's so beautiful, Nancy!"
"Fuck me, Daddy," Nancy demanded shamelessly. Without ever taking her eyes from his dick, she dropped her hands between her thighs and eagerly began to fingerfuck her burning pussy, thinking of how good it would feel when she had Frank's cock thrusting deep inside her. "Awwww, Daddy, hurry up! I'm so horny now! Fuck my cunt, Daddy, oh please, do it now!"
Frank fell to the floor and positioned himself between her widespread thighs. Carol watched eagerly as he held the shaft of his prick in his fist, grimacing as he fit the knob into the pouting, swollen slit of Nancy's teenage cunt.
"Unggghhh!" Nancy grunted. Immediately, she felt her cuntal walls sucking around Frank's cock head, as if trying to pull the length of it deep inside her. "Go ahead, Daddy!" Reaching down, she took the stalk of his prick and tried to pull it into her cunt. "Fuck me! Now, now, fuck me hard!"
Frank pushed his hands into the rug to either side of Nancy's shoulders, supporting the weight of his torso on his outstretched arms. Then he slowly pushed his hips upwards, moaning with pleasure as he slipped inch after inch of his throbbing dick into the buttery, sucking wetness of her fuck hole.
Nancy could hardly stand it. She could feel her pussy tunnel stretching apart now, the walls of her cunt separating to admit the hugeness of her father's cock. The upperside of his dick chafed against her stiff clit as he fed his meat into her, sending tingling waves of sensation coursing through her entire body. The knowledge that she was fucking her own father excited her even more than the size of his prick did.
"Unggghhh ... " Convulsively, Nancy whipped up her long legs and wrapped them tightly around Frank's back. Her slender arms embraced his shoulders. Feverishly, she began to pump and jerk and writhe her ass off the floor, fucking her pussy up to his cock.
"Fuck me now!" she squealed. "Unh, unh, oh, Daddy! I'm so hot! Fuck me! Make me cum!"
For several seconds, Frank lay motionless between his daughter's spread thighs, savoring the way her pussy muscles sucked and milked around the swollen hardness of his cock. Slowly, he pulled it out, until only the knob separated her cunt slit. Even more slowly, he pushed his cum-swollen prick all the way back in again.
Then he began to fuck her. Rhythmically, his lean hips pistoned between her sweating thighs, boring his rock-hard cock deeper into her pussy with every stroke. Nancy's hairy pussy slit sucked wetly around the shaft of his cock, keeping it stiff as he fucked her faster and faster by the moment.
"Awwww, Daddy, yes, it's so gooood!" Nancy shouted. Feverishly, she humped her ass, meeting every one of her father's strokes. Their bellies slapped wetly together as they fucked. The floorboards creaked under Nancy's bucking ass. "Unnggghhh! Make me cum, Daddy, fuck me with your big dick! Harder, harder, unhhh ... "
"Oh God," Carol muttered. Kneeling beside them as they fucked on the floor, she spread her knees on the carpet and slipped two fingers into the hairy mouth of her pussy. "Harder, Dad, fuck her hard!" Carol began to fingerfuck herself, rubbing her clit as she watched her father with her sister.
Nancy had never been so horny. She could feel every one of her father's thrusts distinctly, the blue-veined shaft of his enormous cock spreading her pussy as he rammed it deep into her belly. Her clit ached deliciously as it rubbed the upperside of his dick. Even her breasts felt swollen with the incestuous heat that pulsed through her entire body.
"Oh Christ, are you tight," Frank muttered. He winced as he pumped his heavy cock in and out of her cunt, feeling the walls of her pussy milking wetly around his hard-on. His daughter's hole was so wet that her cunt made gurgling sounds as he fucked her. "Jesus, Nancy, my cock feels so stiff! I'm about to cum. Oh Christ, yes, I'm gonna cum!"
Frank began to fuck his naked teenage daughter even harder, making her ass thud painfully against the floor as he hammered his hips between her spread, quivering thighs. He dropped his head and rolled his face in the cleavage of her wildly jiggling breasts, licking the creamy whiteness of her tits.
His lips wrapped around her left nipple, tugging at the silver-dollar sized, dusky-pink bud. The tip was extremely stiff, and Frank rolled his tongue all around it. He began to suck Nancy's breasts very hard, greasily packing his meat into the buttery tunnel of her wet, gurgling pussy.
"Unhhhhh," Carol moaned. She lay down beside them on the floor and began to fingerfuck herself in earnest, rubbing her big tits with one hand and wantonly jacking off her pussy with the other. "Do it to her, Daddy," she whimpered repeatedly. "Fuck her hard! She loves it, don't you, Nancy? Don't you love his big hard cock?"
"Harder, Daddy, keep fucking me!" Nancy squealed. She clawed her fingernails viciously up her father's heaving back, flushing deep red, shaking her head back and forth as the heat reached the boiling point deep inside her cunt. "Unh! So good! I'm gonna cum, Daddy, fuck meeee haaaaard!"
"Unh!" Carol grunted. She bit her lip and jerked her ass off the floor, thrusting her pussy into her hand. Her whole body trembled as she began to cum. "Oh Christ, oh yes, fuck her, Daddy... unhhh! Cuuummmmiiinnng!"
At the sound of her sister's squealing, ecstatic voice, Nancy lost all control. The spasms flowered deep inside her pussy, stiffening her nipples, making her clit throb unbearably every time her father rammed his prick into her cunt. Nancy shrieked and tightened her thighs around his back, pumping her pussy onto his cock as hard as she could.
Nancy came for a full two minutes, jerking and writhing on the floor as if she were having a fit. Her nipples pulsed in her father's mouth. Her cunt muscles constricted convulsively around his driving prick, sucking it deep into her pussy.
"Ahhhhhh," Frank sighed.
Frank heaved forwards, ramming his swollen dick balls deep into the dark-haired fissure of his daughter's pussy. His prick throbbed to absolute stiffness. His balls tightened.
Frank came for the second time. Repeatedly, the gushers of his jism spurted from the knob of his cock, gushing in a torrent into Nancy's ravaged pussy. Frank kept his spurting prick buried in her fuck hole, sighing as the white cream burned out of his cum slit into his daughter's clasping cunt.
Then it was over. Frank relaxed between Nancy's thighs as his prick gradually softened in her pussy. With her fingers still buried in her cunt, Carol shut her eyes and stretched out beside them.
All Nancy could do was smile and hold her father closer. Frank had just cum in her mouth and in her pussy, and she knew she didn't feel guilty at all. Deep down inside, she'd always wanted to spread her legs for her big, strong, handsome father. Finally, her most secret desire had come true. As far as Nancy was concerned, the three of them could go on living and fucking together in the big house for the rest of their lives.
Now, if only she knew what had become of her mother ...
