Gayle Fabian gazed at the thick, throbbing cock she held in her fingers with a mixture of awe, soaring excitement, and naked fear.
She was so madly excited she didn't know whether to go down on it, hug it to her'lush tits or just ram it up her aching pussy. The awe came from the fact that this kid was a stranger to her, her new neighbor, but at his tender age he had enough meat between his tanned thighs to satisfy three horny housewives.
The fear she felt was natural. Although it was three o'clock in the afternoon, her husband might come home from work early. And here Gayle was, in her kitchen, wearing her bikini and holding her neighbor's massive prick in her fist. Now, how would she explain that one to her husband?
"Christ, Mrs. Fabian," Tom said hoarsely. "Maybe we ought to go to your bedroom."
She let go of his pounding cock, her tits bobbing feverishly. "No. Take your bathing suit off, Tom. And call me Gayle, will you? I'm not your mother."
And a damn good thing too, Gayle thought as she stripped off her bathing suit. If she were, he'd never get to school, not with that whopper! His eyes burned on her luscious tits, the dusky nipples swollen hot and huge with desire. They swept down over her narrow waist and softly curved lips, lingered on her tawny thighs, where her dark, curly cunt hairs glistened with her juices.
Both their bathing suits lay in a discarded ^heap on her kitchen floor. In a swift movement Gayle took the two glasses off the kitchen table and dumped them in the sink so the table-top was clear.
"Up here," she whispered, patting the table. "Sit on the edge, Tom, hurry!"
She'd already decided she wanted to suck him off the first time. At his age he'd have enough cum stored up inside his loins for at least two quickies, possibly three. What a time and place to go cock-crazy!
Tom hoisted his naked ass up on the table with his legs hanging down and Gayle was quickly shoving a chair in place to face him. She sat in the chair and gripped his long cock in her fist. With a deep moan of hunger the young housewife clutched his flaming knob in her lips. She quickly gulped down the huge drop of cum that oozed from his cock, savoring it with obscene delight.
Then she began her blow job, her very best.
Moaning steadily in her throat, Gayle sucked to a slow, dreamy rhythm at first, loving the feel of raw hot power pulsing in her mouth, the sensations of a strange new cock battering her throat. Tom was clutching her head now, gasping and groaning as her fiery lips and tongue sucked and kissed and swirled, as her hot fist jerked the base of his prick lewd-ly. . It all happened so fast, Tom was still startled.
His little sister Wendy had been in the back yard sunning herself and Tom decided to mow the lawn, in his bathing suit. Not that he gave a shit about the lawn, but Wendy's tits and ass were so cute, he just wanted a closer look without being obvious about it.
While he was mowing, his new neighbor, Mrs. Fabian, came out in her bathing suit and started chatting over the hedge with Wendy. Then Wendy had to leave for her music lessons, and Mrs. Fabian just watched him for a while, making him both nervous and excited. In fact, he had a hard-on from watching his little sister.
And when Tom had a semi-stiff prick it pushed at the seams of his bathing suit so that his huge balls nearly hung out. He was sharply aware that his new neighbor had one hell of a body, a lush, creamy set of tits that almost spilled out over her bikini top. She couldn't have been more than twenty-four or five, only vaguely pretty in the face-plain, in fact, except for her smoldering eyes. But, Jesus, what a body! Tits, ass, everything straight out of a pin-up magazine. When he'd finished mowing, she invited him over for a glass of iced tea. And then, without warning, she'd groped inside his bathing suit and brought out his prick, which almost shot off in her greedy fingers. The next thing Tom knew, he was sitting on her kitchen table and she was feverishly sucking him off, giving him the hottest, wildest blow job of his life.
At this moment Gayle was licking at his hairy balls while she pumped his cock in her fist, her naked tits heaving with savage excitement. It was the first time she'd ever cheated on her husband in three years of marriage.
And she loved it!
The moment she saw Tom's nearly-naked, muscled body, with his,enormous cock ripping at the seams of his bathing suit, Gayle knew she was going to fuck him. He was young, powerfully built and beautifully hung. While the sexy young housewife had met other boys that appealed to her strongly, what triggered her sudden decision wasn't really Tom at all.
It was his little sister, Wendy.
She felt Tom's prick suddenly swell and grow brick-hard in her mouth. Gayle started sucking to a furious tempo of lust, scraping her teeth gently across his cock to give him a fierce thrill. God, she wanted his cum spurting in her throat, gallons of it! The feel of his massive prick gorging her mouth so that she almost choked on it, rippling with male power, triggered a frenzy of hunger in the wildly moaning housewife.
"Oh, shit, Mrs. Fabian!" gasped Tom, swinging his hips now so that his boiling cockhead rammed against her throat. "That's . . . unnnnf . . . terrific! Gonna come!"
A muffled scream of excitement rolled deep in Gayle's throat and her free hand jiggled and squeezed his balls. Her naked tits were covered with sweat now, not from the heat but from sheer lust-crazed hunger.
Gayle had been going down on boys and men since she was fourteen years old. Yet she had managed to remain a cherry until her wedding night.
Because of Gayle's religious upbringing, this wasn't at all unusual. She'd been taught by her strict mother that a girl kept her virginity at any cost until she married. The answer was simple. You kept your dates happy by going down on them, still preserving your popularity and your cherry.
Gayle quickly found that she loved sucking cocks and became almost addicted to the act, as well as an expert at giving wild, thrilling blow jobs. She satisfied herself at first by masturbating, and then using a vibrator.
From the age of fourteen to sixteen, she'd sucked her ruggedly built father off once a week, while her mother attended choir practice. The first time had been Gayle's idea, prodded by sharp curiosity. Her father had such a huge bulge that she simply wanted to see what his prick looked like.
He had, in fact, been reading his Bible when Gayle crawled on his lap, squirmed her ass on him until he was erect, and then unzipped his fly and went down on him with gurgles of delight. He didn't stop her. Once Gayle got her fiery lips on a man's cock, it was a mortal issue of life and death to her until she'd sucked up every last drop of his molten jism. And the furious thrills of her hot, madly sucking little mouth made it almost impossible to stop her until you came.
Tom was gasping and grunting as his long prick burst its thick fountain of cum into her feverishly gulping mouth. Gayle yearned for a man's jizz the way a junkie craved drugs. She'd-been raised on the pungent cream, pouring her heart and soul into becoming the most popular cocksucker in her town. She was, in fact, the most heavily dated girl in town even though she never put out once-thanks to her mother's stern brainwashing about the evils of losing her cherry.
And when she gulped down a man's jism, Tom discovered, it was like having your cock stuck in a wet electric socket. The naked boy felt as if the marrow was being sucked from his bones by her boiling mouth. Gayle whipped her head back and forth rapidly, jerking his cock in her fist to milk the precious liquid, her entire naked body trembling with ecstasy.
At last the moaning housewife released his limp prick. She sat up, her eyes closed with bliss, savoring her last mouthful of his cum, rolling it around her tongue. Her tastebuds sorted, classified and graded a man's jism like a chemistry lab. At Tom's age it was still sweet, barely a tinge of salt, pure protein, delicious to her expert buds.
Now Gayle stood up, one hand coaxing his balls, the other stroking his hot cock until it was quivering with power again in less than a minute. That's one of the things she really loved about boys, their ability to get it stiff again in seconds. And it was one of the reasons she was quickly getting bored with her marriage, because her husband's cock was the same old diet. She was beginning to crave variety intensely, the diet she was raised on.
"Get off the table," Gayle told him, trembling. "Give it to me dog-style, right here, Tom. And don't worry about hurting me with that whopper. Give me all of it, every hot, loving inch!"
As Tom climbed off the kitchen table, Gayle leaned forward on it, her tits digging into the warm area where his ass had been sitting. Her ripe, luscious butt jutted out, weaving, and she spread her legs wide.
Tom's cock quivered fiercely at the sight. He wasn't used to screwing sexy, developed women, although he made out quite well with girls. Beneath Gayle's silky asscheeks, her pink cunt glistened and sucked with lust.
He stood between her spread legs, rubbing his hands excitedly over her juicy ass-flesh, while Gayle reached behind her and seized his pounding prick. She guided the huge knob against her cuntlips, shivering with lewd pleasure as she teased her pussy with his burning crown.
"Ram it in," she whispered. "All of it, go ahead! Aaaaaaaagh! Oh, shit, that's good! Mmmmmm, hot, hot!"
He suddenly lunged forward, groaning as her slippery hot cunt hugged and pulsed on his cock, squirming and wriggling with feverish excitement. Jesus, she was tight and juicy! Her soft ass ground against his bushy crotch as he rammed as far as he could, only two-thirds of his cock in.
Then Tom began stroking inside her fiery slit, soft cries of obscene delight rolling from her throat as his pumping prick created a delicious friction inside her. Gayle lunged back to meet his swings, both of them fucking to a slow, powerful rhythm of lust.
"Goddamn, that's wild!" panted Tom, sweating beginning to pour down his .muscled chest. She had a terrific pussy, he realized, a silken animal on fire, a tight luscious fit that sucked with thrilling spasms on his cock, that felt like nothing Tom had ever had before. Like a cherry, he realized with astonishment, only she knew how to wriggle her juicy cunt to give him maximum excitement.
"Love it," panted Gayle, rubbing her hands over the table-top in a frenzy of soaring passion. "Love your big cock, Tom! Oooooooo!
Oh, honey, ram it harder!"
Standing behind her, Tom dug his fingers into her burning ass-flesh and pumped his cock savagely inside her greedy cunt, gritting his teeth as a wave of intense thrills shot through his prick. Her gorgeous naked ass was driving him crazy as it writhed against his crotch, and he wondered if she would let him screw her there too. She was wildly hot now, crying and fucking him eagerly, swinging her soft hips to a furious tempo.
Gayle was beginning to get her rocks off on his pistoning cock now, spraying it with cunt-juice and shuddering from head to toe with her orgasm. God, she loved young cock! Hard as blistering rock, boiling with the thick juices of youth, throbbing with raw male power inside her spasming cunt.
She hadn't taken him to the bedroom because she loved the risk of doing it right here on the kitchen table, like a tramp in heat. Tonight when she served her husband dinner, she would smile sweetly, because his dinner would be sitting on the same spot where she'd had her lunch-Tom's colossal prick!
If only she'd gotten to screw her father before he'd run off ...
When Gayle was sixteen, her father had taken off with a local waitress and she never heard from him again. She couldn't blame him, not really. Her mother was a pill with her endless moral lectures, and Gayle suspected the only sex her father was getting was from her own lustful lips and tongue, her once-a-week lascivious blow job.
Still Gayle remained a virgin, partly because of her mother's brainwashing, which began at a very early age, and partly because she was quite satisfied sucking off her dates. Her cocksucking had become an oral obsession.
She'd married at twenty, to a good-looking, ruggedly built man of twenty-five who worked as a warehouseman. They'd just moved to this quiet bedroom community on the outskirts of San Jose a week earlier, buying a small but tidy house. And Gayle who'd never cheated before now on her husband, now found herself feverishly being fucked dog-style by a massively hung boy, the clean-cut boy next door, on her own kitchen table.
And she loved it, couldn't get enough of his huge pumping prick gorging her gushing hot cunt.
"Harder, Tom, faster!" she panted, rub-
bing her ass against his sweating crotch lewdly as she came again in wild shudders of excitement. How she would love it up her tender ass! The first time her husband had taken that, cherry, she thought she would die of pure agony. But then she developed a craving for it up there, wallowing in the thick searing pain rammed up her tender asshole, in the utterly feminine, humble way it made her feel.
"Don't . . . mmmmmf . . . don't come yet, honey!" Gayle moaned as Tom's prick suddenly quivered fiercely inside her madly squirming pussy. But Gayle knew how to handle that one. She reached behind her and gripped the base of his long prick where it joined his bush. She seized his cock between her thumb and forefinger, exerting a savage pressure that made him gasp. But it kept him from coming too, partly cutting off the circulation and desensitizing his hard-on.
Now the sobbing, wildly excited housewife jerked and wriggled her ass in a hot frenzy of joy, spurting her pussy juice in trickles all over his cock. The boy was bigger than her husband, who was no slouch himself. Bigger and harder and hotter, hung like a young gorilla, battering her pussy relentlessly as he fucked her on the kitchen table, his gasps mingling with her sharp moans of lust.
Normally when Gayle got aroused from looking at handsome boys, she would either use her vibrator on herself or save it for her husband, practically raping him when he came home from work. But something had happened this time, something-very strange and exciting.
She'd been talking to Tom's little sister, running her eyes over her plump little tits and satiny thighs and Gayle felt a violent urge to make it with her. For the first time, the twenty-three-year-old housewife wondered what it would be like to have feverish, wanton sex with a gorgeous young girl, to suck on her tits and play with her succulent ass and go down on those smooth, silken young thighs.
To eat her pussy with all the ravenous hunger and raw greed she used on men's cocks ...
Being faithful to her husband for three long years hadn't done anything for Gayle's need for variety. Tom's sister was such a sweet, sexy little thing, her tits and ass so cute and luscious, her mouth so adorable with pouty lips. Gayle had a frantic desire to sit on the girl's face while she dug her tingling mouth into her young cunt.
Now, as Gayle sobbed and panted and swung her naked hot ass to a shattering orgasm, hugging Tom's immense hard-on lustfully in her gushing pussy, she wanted to watch Tom make it with his little sister. She was dying to see him ram his massive cock into his little sister's tender cunt, while Gayle sat on the girl's sweet face.
Quickly, the madly aroused housewife released her brutal grip on Tom's cock. "Shoot it in me! Gimme your hot cum, Tom! Hurry, ooooooooo! Want your jizz!"
Behind her, Tom clenched his jaw and sucked in his breath as the full impact of her juicy cunt shuddered on his prick. The oldest girl Tom had fucked before was eighteen, and her pussy had been hot and eager. It was clumsy and almost boring compared to this wild housewife's frenzied cunt.
He began spurting deep inside her and Gayle screamed in a low wail, pumping her ass savagely when his thickjism began spurting inside her throbbing cunt. The wet fire stung and tickled and thrilled her aching pussy all at once, making her tremble from head to toe.
Gayle clawed the table-top in her torrid climax, tears of intense relief streaming from her eyes.
Slowly, she released his limp prick from her wildly spasming cunt and stood up, her tits covered with sweat, the feel of his jism oozing down her inner thighs giving her delicious tingles of obscene pleasure.
"Oh, honey, I needed that!" she told him, shaking. For a minute Gayle rubbed her lush, heaving tits into his chest while she hefted his cock in her fingers.
"It was fantastic, Mrs. Fabian," Tom said.
"Wild!"
"You realize," Gayle told him in a solemn voice, "that you'd better not spread the word about this, not to any of your buddies. If my husband finds out ..."
She didn't have to finish it. Tom had seen her husband, and he was built like a steel boiler, with massive, rippling muscles. He nodded quickly, getting hard again in spite of himself.
Gayle was stepping away from him now, glancing anxiously at the kitchen clock. It was almost four-thirty!
"Put your bathing suit on," she told him quickly. She went to the living room closet and got her robe, ready to shower as soon as the boy left. Her asshole was tingling eagerly now, but she didn't dare risk it because of the time. Next time, for certain!
In the kitchen Gayle lit a cigarette, watching her new conquest with smoldering eyes as he gulped down his melted iced tea.
"Your little sister is still a cherry, isn't she?" Gayle asked.
He shrugged, baffled. "I guess. Why?"
Gayle stepped up to him, rubbing the huge bulge in his bathing suit to quicken his breath. "Take it from her!" she whispered, eyes blazing now. "Take her cherry, Tom. If you don't, someone else will and fast, too. She's ready for it, believe me, I know!"
He gasped, his prick leaping at the thought. "Christ, I couldn't do that, Mrs. Fabian. She's my little sister!"
"Call me Gayle," she snapped. Damnit, she was only a few years older than him. "Yes, you can, Tom. Do it tonight. She'll love it, I know for a fact. And then I want you to come over here tomorrow and tell me all about it, every exciting detail. Okay?"
Tom swallowed hard, desperately wanting to, but still shocked at the thought. "Maybe," he finally said. "Maybe I'll try it, Gayle. But what if she says no?"
"Don't ask her!" Gayle said, angry at his innocence. "You never ask a girl, Tom. You just go ahead full steam and she'll screech and protest a little at first. Then she'll climb all over your big cock! Trust my instincts on this, honey, because I know what she*s thinking right now. She wants you to, I can tell from the way she watched you today. Go easy at first. Feel her up so her pussy will get good and wet."
She was about to tell Tom to go down on his sister first, which would arouse the girl fiercely. But then Gayle suddenly realized she wanted to do that to her, and Tom might spoil it for Wendy with his clumsiness.
No, she wanted the girl's, juicy little cunt for her own private feast! The mere thought of Wendy's plump hot ass wriggling on her face made Gayle tremble with heat.
"I'll try, Gayle. Honest I will," Tom said fervently.
"You do that, honey, and run along now before my husband comes barrelling in that door."
Tom was out of the kitchen in seconds, leaping over the hedge to his own back yard.
Gayle went to wipe off the kitchen table, where trickles of the boy's creamy cum still lay, mingled with her cunt juice. She rubbed her fingers in the sticky mess and licked her lips with lewd pleasure before cleaning it up.
Christ, she was hot for the girl now! She was aching to find out what it felt like to kiss and suck and lap at a squirming wet pussy, in contrast to a colossal hot pricks And just maybe, Gayle thought with shivers of lusty anticipation, I'll lick Wendy's tender little asshole, too.
Gayle didn't feel the slightest guilt over cheating on her husband, which surprised her. Maybe she'd finally seen through her mother's hell-and-brimstone bullshit about sex. Or possibly her craving for variety, which she'd buried deep when she'd gotten married, was coming out with a pure vengeance and she wanted to make up for that lost time.
What she really had in mind was, ultimately, a swinging hot triangle with herself, Tom and his little sister, the best of both lustful worlds.
Gayle went to the shower, a delicious warm glow in her dripping pussy. Just like the good old days, going down on eager, long young cocks, except now she wanted them rammed everywhere.
As she soaped her voluptuous flesh down, Gayle wondered about Tom's parents. The whole family was remarkably good-looking, especially the mother, a lushly curved blonde j in her mid-thirties, a vibrantly sexy woman. J Now as Gayle thought about it, something about Marie Livingston struck her as strange, j but she couldn't put her finger on it. Sort of a sixth-sense feeling, as if Marie had a wanton secret. If Gayle had to make a wild guess, f she'd say that the ripe-breasted blonde was | screwing someone on the side, having a torrid j affair with some guy.
Under the shower's warm spray, Gayle j teased her cuntlips with her finger, shudder- I ing, arousing herself for her husband's homecoming. When she felt like this, she would unzip his fly as soon as he walked in the door, go down on him for a while and then straddle his throbbing cock like a saddle of ecstasy.
Variety, she sensed, was actually helping her marriage, helping her to become a better wife. For the first time since she'd discovered the lewd joys of oral sex, Gayle was getting turned on to sex all over again, thanks to the neighbor's wildly hung boy. And her husband would benefit.
She couldn't possibly know at this early stage just how maddeningly turned on she would get in the next few weeks, or how swiftly her sex life would change with shattering effect.
She was setting off a wild chain of depravity by making it with Tom and then urging him to take his sister's cherry-a chain that would finally erupt with explosive lust in the dull, sleepy neighborhood.
Gayle's sharp instincts were right about Tom's mother, too. She was indeed having a torrid affair on the side, one that was driving her to the edge of insanity.
But not with some local stud. With a hotly curved, sultry-eyed local nurse, who couldn't seem to torment and punish and suck and fuck the deliriously suffering housewife enough.
Chapter Two
Although she was only twenty-five, Christine Barr was already the head nurse on her shift at the local hospital. She was, the doctors all observed, vital, efficient and very smart in her job. She also had the sexiest ass and legs you could ask for, not to mention a very decent set of tits.
The problem was she didn't date hospital personnel.
What Chris did outside her job, no one knew. She might have lived on the moon, so tight-lipped was she about her private life. But, as more than one intern observed, she had to be doing something to get her rocks off regularly, because you just couldn't be built like that and not fuck. It was an insult to
Nature.
The staff psychiatrist mentioned to the other doctors that Ghris was definitely not the vibrator-type. There was a distinct vibrator-type personality, the kind of woman who could get hung up on one of those nine-inch humming cocks and depend on it exclusively for satisfaction. He'd had one patient, a rather stacked librarian, who was so obsessed with her vibrator she bought it little presents, talked to it like a lover and put it to bed every night in a tiny doll's cradle.
At the psychiatrist's urging, she tried men for a change, and she supposed they were all right, but she still couldn't get a feverish orgasm without her vibrator.
In her case, it would be a lifelong affair. The shrink thought seriously about screwing her himself, since she was voluptuously stacked, but decided against it. .Who wanted to compete with nine inches of indestructible, quivering plastic when you only had six inches of live, precious flesh?
Although his judgement was considered sound and sometimes even brilliant, in this particular case, the psychiatrist was unerringly full of shit.
Chris was not a vibrator-type, but she definitely used a vibrator-not nine inches, but ten. With a harness attached. She did not use it on herself, however.
She used it on girls and women, and she used it with great skill and diabolical, teasing fury. Somewhat petite in build, with lush curves, shimmering chestnut hair and gleaming eyes, Chris preferred girls and women taller and more ripely developed than herself. She particularly loved hot-breasted, sexy blondes.
Like the housewife she was meeting in her apartment in about five minutes, Marie Livingston.
Chris had met Marie at the hospital, where the blonde was a volunteer worker, only an occasional visitor which made her eligible for Chris's standards. The nurse made it a strict rule never to mix business with pleasure, not since her last job in San Francisco.
She'd sucked off almost every nurse on her shift, in a variety of spots-the women's toilet, the storage rooms, the linen closets, vacant rooms, wherever her frantic urge struck her and another nurse was willing.
And it was surprising how many nurses were willing, including a number of married ones. Most had swung with other nurses anyway, when they were students living in dorms, and had a curfew to observe. Chris' sultry looks, combined with her reputaton for giving a girl a torrid, unforgettable suck, kept her quite busy.
She was caught by an intern one night in a vacant room with another young nurse, her tongue up the girl's gorgeous ass and two fingers up her hotly sucking pussy. The intern demanded sex for silence and Chris gave it to him, a long, strenuous session. She'd made it with men since she was sixteen, but had become cunt-crazy in nurse's school when dates with men were restricted.
Once she'd had her first taste of sex with girls she couldn't get enough.
But the intern hadn't been the end of it. He'd turned his buddies onto her, and she had had to satisfy them as well. Finally, Chris just quit and travelled south to this small suburban town, where she started a new life.
Now she kept her business strictly apart from her violent, wanton sex life.
As she waited for her newest affair to show up, the tawny nurse checked her appearance in the mirror. She was heavily made-up with eyeshadow and glistening red lipstick. She wore a low-cut black dress that trussed up her luscious tits, misty black nylons and five-inch spike heels. She looked almost obscenely exciting, reeking with cheap perfume, glaring with lewd promise.
And her girlfriend loved it.
She checked the bedroom. A vicious-looking black whip, short length of rope and her ten-inch vibrating prick lay on the corner of her neatly made bed.
Her girlfriend loved that, too.
She sipped a glass of sherry as she waited, smoking a cigarette thoughtfully. Chris didn't know when she'd gotten so feverish and urgent over women, pussy-crazy, but it had really gotten out of hand in San Francisco. She'd hungered for every juicy set of tits and cute ass she'd laid her eyes on, in a state of perpetual lust. She'd swung with men frantically too, but it didn't seem to help, although she enjoyed it enough.
She pursed her sultry mouth and shrugged. It just happened, that's all. And the hotter she got, the stranger her urges became. She tied them down on the bed and fucked them brutally with her plastic cock, raping their mouths with her madly throbbing cunt, teasing them mercilessly first. For a while she was worried, wondering if she ought to go to a psychiatrist.
But why?
She was having a wild time, a very hot time. And more important, she couldn't stop if she wanted. Maybe she was a nympho, she thought with a wry smile, a pussy-mad nympho. It was possible. Where sex was concerned, she'd learned, anything was possible. The only thing the sexy nurse knew for certain was that she had a raging fire in her lips and tongue and eagerly pulsing cunt, a fire that had to be fed on a regular basis or she'd go insane. That was how feverishly hot she got at times, a mass of throbbing, consuming desire that had to suck and fuck and tease and whip and rape women.
Hot women, like herself. Like Marie Livingston, who'd never made it with a girl before
Chris, and who was hypnotized by her obscene brand of sex.
Her doorbell buzzed and Chris went to answer it, a pleasant smile on her ripe lips. The same lips that could drive a woman into hysteria, and considerably worse.
Naked on the bed, Marie crouched on all fours, her creamy hot ass jutting out, braced for its bittersweet agony. She trembled fiercely, the suspense maddening as Chris stood beside the bed, still wearing her misty nylons and heels but stark naked aside from that.
The whip tore down in a sudden arc and Marie cried out at the flash of burning pain on her ass-flesh. Again and again the whip lashed, until the sobbing housewife's milky flesh had turned into a glowing crimson, until her naked butt was numb with shock.
Then Chris climbed onto the bed behind her and gripped her asscheeks gently in her fingers, her tongue licking the hot flesh in lewd circles, a trickle of bliss in a sea of pain.
At thirty-five, Marie Livingston was the perfect picture of an attractive, wholesome
American housewife and mother. Still sensuously striking, she nevertheless brought images of apple pie and pleasant, motherly concern to people's minds. She was the classically respectable small-town housewife, better-looking than most, well-groomed, cheerful and popular.
Chris' wet tongue shot up Marie's ass and she moaned and shuddered with mad excitement. If her husband and children could see her now she would die of pure shame. But the obscene, sultry nurse had given her one thing that her husband and children and friends and neighbors had not-the hottest excitement of her otherwise monotonous life, the most shattering orgasms imaginable, the most intense, delicious thrills a woman could crave.
And the punishment was built right into the ecstasy.
Still hunched over on all fours, Marie screamed softly and wiggled her ass in spasms as Chris dipped her long tongue into her dripping cunt. She teased and sucked and lapped until Marie was frantically hot, until she was on the verge of a breath-taking climax.
That's when Chris abruptly stopped. The panting nurse climbed off the bed, eyes blazing.
"On your back, honey," she commanded. "Arms and legs spread out."
Trembling wildly, Marie obeyed, her eyelids fluttering with her strange excitement as Chris looped the cords around her wrists and ankles and tied her securely down. So Marie couldn't claw her savagely when the shattering rape began. And so she couldn't escape the gigantic prick either.
Now the nurse surveyed her for a minute before giving in to her deepest urges, running her eyes over Marie's luscious tits and velvety soft thighs, gazing hungrily at her pink sucking pussy, fringed with silky golden hairs. God, how she loved stacked blondes!
Chris climbed on top of the moaning housewife and began her torment in earnest. She French-kissed her torridly for a minute, rubbing her hot tits against Marie's, grinding her fiery cunt on the housewife's to create a teasing friction that was nearly unbearable to the feverishly aroused blonde.
Chris tore her lips away and made lewd fucking motions on Marie to intensify the maddening excitement in her pussy, to make her sob.
"Who are you?' Chris asked, eyes gleaming.
"Your slave," Marie whispered in awe.
"Your sex slave, darling. Eat me now, please!"
Chris slid down and gripped a silky tit with her fingers, sucking and gently biting the hot nipple to make Marie delirious with passion. Slowly, the nurse sucked on her other tit before sliding down to her belly, where she licked and teased patches of flesh. Then she dipped her head down between Marie's trembling thighs and licked each inner thigh, showering kisses in a tantalizing circle around her furiously sucking cunt, but never touching the hot naked flesh.
"Oh, God, eat it, Chris!" begged Marie, tears stinging her eyes, her skin on fire, her tits heaving urgently. "No more teasing, eat me, fuck me! Pleeeeease!"
From the delicious taste of her tits and thighs, the panting nurse was wildly aroused herself. With her misty black nylon and heels still on, she looked so cheap and obscene and desirable, Marie urgently wanted to go down on her too. But she'd learned Chris could be very perverse and unpredictable. If you confessed you wanted to suck her off, she might make you wait an hour just to be cruel. So Marie said nothing, her cunt aching fiercely from the sexy nurse's kisses and sucks earlier, still on the brink of a molten orgasm.
But Chris was moving into action now, climbing onto the mattress with her silky hot thighs over her partner in reverse. Still Chris didn't lower her pussy onto Marie's eager mouth. She poised her dripping crotch over her tied-down partner and leaned far forward, with her wet lips closing in on Marie's eagerly sucking pussy. Her hands rubbed lasciviously over Marie's moist inner thighs, caressing, stroking, moving inch by inch closer to the blonde's steaming cunt.
This was the part the lust-crazed nurse loved best, even more than the savage rape to follow. Gazing into a juicy pink pussy only inches away, framed by curly golden cunt hairs, its hot breath on her face, So obscene and delicious and fragrant.
The hot fragrance of dozens of other sucking pussies flooded Chris' mind, when she'd first started going down on girls, in the nurse's dorm. Late at night, crawling into bed and hunching down between waiting, silky wet thighs, eating, sucking with delirious joy, smearing her face with their gushing cunt juice, snaking her tongue up their warm ripe asses. And they'd needed it too, because they couldn't get to see their boyfriends during exams.
Technically, she knew she was addicted to eating pussy. She was cunt-crazy, completely fascinated by luscious hot pussy.
With Marie's imploring cries ringing throughout her apartment, Chris darted out her tongue and traced the blonde's cuntlips to make her shudder wildly. Then she began sucking her off in a fever of blissful fury, scooping up her juice eagerly, rubbing her cheeks and her nose into the pink dripping flesh to coat her face with it, trying to satifsy her profound wanton hunger.
The sleek nurse lowered her steaming cunt onto Marie's face, and the blonde moaned with frantic excitement and kissed and sucked and lapped to return the shattering thrills. She tugged helplessly at her bonds, desperately wishing she could hug Chris's naked ass in her hands, stroke her satiny asscheeks.
When Chris sixty-nined with a woman, she always got in the top position. And rather than have her naked partner eat her, she actually raped her mouth, as she did now to the tightly-bound housewife. Gyrating her ass, she wriggled and rubbed her pussy on Marie's helpless face. At first her fucking movements were slow and hotly sensuous, then growing more frenzied as she began spraying her cunt juice all over the gasping blonde's face, as her lustful ass squirmed with mad joy.
Marie was coming now too, her boiling cunt going into convulsions of excitement while the feverish nurse burrowed her tongue deep into her pussy, pausing to suck fiercely on her clit and tickle her asshole with her burning tongue-tip.
This was only the third time Marie had made it with the wanton swinger, but each session grew more blissful and more violent. The statuesque housewive loved the feeling of being tied down, the utter helplessness, the teasing and delicious, shocking climaxes that followed. She loved being raped by Chris' hot, dripping thighs, the obscene feel of the nurse's pussy juice smearing her face, the squirming, wriggling cunt-flesh slamming with depraved fury against her mouth.
More than anything, she loved the feeling of deep guilt, the knowledge that she was doing something terrible and forbidden, that would shock her straight family out of their wits if they even suspected.
She didn't know what Chris's intentions were when the friendly nurse invited her to her apartment a couple of weeks ago for coffee and small talk. Marie was always very sociable and friendly herself. When the sexy nurse sat beside her on the sofa, caressing her tits and thighs and telling her in a husky voice all the obscene things she would love to do to her, Marie was stunned.
And more excited than she'd ever been in her life.
Because Chris knew how to arouse a woman, how to feel her up lasciviously and fuel her passion with lewd, shocking whispers. And if anyone was ever ripe for an affair, it was the corny but wildly passionate housewife.
Marie had been hooked from the very first time the sultry nurse had gone down on her. The blonde didn't believe it was possible to be sucked off like that, with such ravenous delight or maddening thrills. A little while later they were naked on Chris' bed and the younger woman was sucking on her tits with fierce passion, arousing her to an unbearable pitch of excitement before she ravaged Marie with the long, madly exciting cock.
The next time had been even more shattering because that's when the games began, with Chris tying her down and whipping her trembling ass, teasing her to the point of hysteria before sitting on her face and wantonly going down on her. The teasing, done with diabolical cunning, erupted into the most intense climaxes of Marie's life, like a game of obscene suspense.
The more desperately she needed it, the wilder and more nerve-racking it felt when you finally got it.
The vicious torment of the thongs stinging Marie's naked hot ass satisfied her urgent desire for punishment at the same time. Because she was cheating on her husband and doing something terrible and forbidden, at least in the eyes of society and the small, narrow-minded town in which she lived, Marie craved punishment.
And she got it, more than she bargained for. Not just physical torment either, which the lush blonde had learned to crave. There was the mental anguish of wondering what she would do if her family ever found out. And worse, much worse, there were the depraved tingles of desire in her mouth every time she looked at her strapping son and lovely daughter now, the hot, fierce urges to make it with Tom and to go down on luscious little
Wendy.
A wild scream erupted in Marie's throat as Chris slipped two fingers up her tender asshole and sucked her pussy with savage hunger, until Marie's cunt and ass were exploding with delirious bliss. Again the nurse was coming on her face, pumping her juicy cunt furiously against Marie's frantically lapping mouth. Both their bodies were covered with sweat and shuddering with fiery orgasms.
Then Chris climbed off the feverish blonde, panting and moaning and licking her lips. She got drinks for both of them, but didn't untie Marie. She held the glass to her lips and offered her drags from her cigarette, all the while her fingers stroking, caressing, hugging her tits and belly and thighs and ass, a constant barrage of lustful pleasure and teasing to keep the panting blonde hot and primed.
Marie couldn't take her eyes off her tormentor, drinking in her naked, softly curved tits, her soaked thighs and silky wet cunt, still pulsing with her hot excitement. And her sexy legs, still wearing misty black nylons and high heels, as if Chris were too eager for action to finish undressing, giving the whole episode a furtive, urgent atmosphere that turned Marie on wildly.
Chris knew what made them hot, so hot they would do anything for relief. Every obscene whisper, every lewd caress and squeeze of her luscious tits, every movement on the nurse's part as she wriggled her naked ass when she walked, her ripe tits bouncing, her sleek legs brushing together, was calculated to keep her victims intensely aroused, their pussies aching madly.
"Fuck me, darling, please," whispered Marie. She strained at her ropes helplessly. "Eat me, fuck me, so something, my pussy is on fire! Hurry!"
Smiling, Chris casually strapped on her ten-inch vibrating prick, running the straps around her waist and beneath her crotch. She strapped it down very tight so the pressure against her own cunt was a throbbing promise. She loved the feeling of power when they were tied down like this and pleading for it, their sexy bodies trembling with eagerness, their pink pussies sucking with the fever in their blood. The hot-lipped swinger was a master of the cruel tease, and even when she went down on a woman, she always stopped when they were still coming, still in mid-orgasm.
Just give her a hot-titted blonde with a gorgeous ass and a cunt that was all silk and fire and juicy eagerness and the swinging nurse was in heaven.
Chris climbed on top of Marie and rubbed her silky tits against the blonde's, grinding their soaked cunts together, which drove the housewife into a frenzy of sobbing.
The nurse reached down and switched the massive cock on to the low position. The huge dildo was three-speed and its curved length was covered with ribs of varying sizes. When it quivered up a woman's cunt, the ribs vibrated intensely against her tender walls, sparking violent thrills which no human prick could compete with.
The medium speed on the dildo had a shattering effect on a pussy as it hummed and quivered faster. The high speed was pure blissful agony, triggering hot climaxes like wildfire. You had to be very cautious when using the high speed for more than a minute or two.
Or very reckless, depending on how you wanted your helpless, screaming partner to feel . . .
Chris slipped the humming head of the long cock inside Marie's trembling cunt. Instantly, the blonde moaned and shuddered from head to toe, tears gushing from her eyes. Oh, Jesus, it was beautiful! For eighteen years Marie had screwed only one man and knew only one kind of orgasm.
Now that she'd been viciously whipped on her soft ass, sucked off with ravenous skill, had her asshole thrilled maddeningly by the nurse's long burning tongue and lewd fingers, had her face sat on by a ripe, luscious woman's ass, been raped on the mouth by her squirming hot cunt while she was coming in fierce gushes, Marie's lust was uncontrollable and ferocious.
To top it all, she was being ravaged by a monstrous prick. The humming power inside her pussy was driving her to the brink of insanity. Once she started coming from her brutal, madly exciting rape, Marie couldn't stop, until she feared her mind would unhinge from its staggered foundations.
The softly screaming housewife was being fucked to a quickening fury now, as the nurse sucked on one of her burning tits and pumped faster. When Chris dug into a passionately sexy number like Marie, she didn't just screw her savagely. She pistoned inside her juicy cunt with cunning and nerve-shattering skill, giving her three deep, sensuous strokes followed by a breath-taking pause, then three rapid, violent strokes, then a minute of dreamy fucking followed by a minute of rapid thrusting, until her partner was hysterically aroused, coming in wild gushes of cunt juice and raving incoherently.
"Oh, Jesus!" exploded Marie, shaking her head in disbelief as a boiling climax started deep in her loins and spread to her shuddering naked flesh in great, nerve-screaming ripples. Her pussy was massively gorged and Chris was squeezing her ass lustfully with her greedy hands, swinging harder and deeper with each lunge.
The feverish nurse was biting her lips now and switched the quivering cock to medium speed and Marie screamed in her ear and swung her naked ass in a frenzy, her orgasm boiling over with shattering intensity, her body shrouded in dripping sweat.
"Got more!" Chris gasped, squeezing Marie's hot tits and thrusting her hips madly. "More for you, baby! Gonna fuck you until you beg for mercy! Take this and this and this!" , On the final word, Chris, delirious with obscene triumph, switched the dildo onto high speed. Marie blinked her eyes rapidly, her body shuddering in unbearable spasms as the gigantic prick inside her vibrated insanely, as hundreds of fierce, tiny explosions went off in her silken, thrill-crazed cunt. She could feel her mind whirl and spin hysterically.
Eighteen years with the same steady, monotonous diet of sex and now, in the course of two hours, she was literally being sucked and fucked out of her mind, suffering thrills of such - devastating power and violence she couldn't even scream any more. She could only move her lips soundlessly and keep coming in wild torrents, gushing cunt juice over the immense, thrusting cock in a boiling stream.
And suddenly she fainted.
The feverish nurse was jerked back to reality when she realized Marie had suddenly gone limp, passed out. With an effort of will, Chris pulled her shrieking mind together. She withdrew the shuddering cock and saw it had blood on it, Marie's blood. She climbed off the trembling blonde and unstrapped the dildo, tossing it aside. Marie stirred softly as Chris rapidly gulped down a drink and then poured herself another.
The wildly panting nurse understood that she was hooked on this bizarre game, craved whipping and teasing and sucking and fucking with a profound, insatiable hunger.
She smiled as Marie blinked open her eyes, whimpering in tiny spasms of lingering pain and ecstasy. Chris crawled onto the bed between Marie's drenched thighs and tenderly sucked her off, poetic, delicate sucking that brought blissful moans to the blonde's lips, that left her pussy hotly glowing and rewarded for its cruel punishment.
Marie left shortly after that, walking gingerly, kissing Chris good-bye with feverish passion and promising to return next week for another session.
But if the nurse felt relieved and fulfilled from both the torrid sex, she'd added another unconscious link in the growing chain of depravity that was quickly spreading across the town like an invisible epidemic.
Because she'd turned a naive, respectable housewife into a feverish swinger now, with a profound new hunger for this brand of wanton sex.
With that first moral barrier demolished, Marie now wanted to make it with her massively-hung son, and especially with her innocent daughter, Wendy. Wendy was still a virgin, she knew, and the thought of going down on her luscious little cherry made Marie tremble with hot anticipation.
And her new neighbor, Gayle, with her plain face and lustrous eyes and fantastically sexy body, what a challenge that would be!
Chapter Three
Tom didn't get his chance until the next morning. By then, he'd had time to brace his nerve, and had also worked up the biggest hard-on of his life, just thinking about his little sister's soft, ripe curves.
At nine-thirty that morning, his father was at work, his mother had gone to one of her endless social functions and he was alone in the house with Wendy.
She was in her room, listening to rock music and sprawled on her bed reading. School was out for both of them. One of Tom's biggest problems was that his mammoth cock looked like a five-pound salami when it was erect. How in the hell would he hide it from her, at least temporarily?
He'd found the answer to that, and it wasn't walking sideways hunched over like a crab. In fact, the more Tom thought about it, the more he was certain once his sister saw his cock, curiosity would get the better of her. So as he strolled into her room, he wore only a towel wrapped around his waist for his morning shower. He'd managed to hide at least the bulk of his colossal priek by holding his toilet kit in front of it, trying to look casual. He held the kit in both hands and it looked strangely as if he were levitating in midair.
"Hey, sis, wanna do me a favor?"
She barely glanced up from her book.
"What?"
"I'm going to the shower. I want you to scrub my back."
If Gayle had been there, she would have snorted with disgust. But it was the best he could come up with, since he would feel awkward as hell petting with his little sister.
Especially early in the morning.
Now she stared at him curiously. "Are you kidding?"
Tom grinned, shrugging his broad shoulders, aware that her eyes were running over his smooth muscles with quickening interest. He wondered if it occurred to her that her big brother wanted to fuck her. Probably not, because it was such an outrageous idea. He'd never even given her a hint.
But if his stacked, swinging neighbor next door said she would go for it, then Tom was convinced Wendy would. Especially after his neighbor had given him the most fantastic blow job and piece of ass he'd ever had.
"Nah, I'm not kidding," Tom said. "There's this small area in my back, right here," he swiveled, pointing, "that I can never reach. It drives me nuts because it itches. Come on, sis, it'll only take ^ minute."
Slowly, a light dawned in Wendy's eyes. She's getting it, Tom thought fervently, by Christ, she's getting it!
She hesitated, then said, "Sure, why not?"
She followed him into the bathroom. Wendy wore a T-shirt that hugged her ripening tits. She was doing it more out of deep curiosi-
ty than anything else, because she would not believe that Tom would try to have sex with her. Not her big brother!
But Wendy was dying to see his prick, just to get a look at it. Her girlfriends at school teased her about Tom's massive cock, but it was pure admiration and Wendy felt proud of her brother's obvious size. His cock always looked as if it was going to burst the seams of his levi's.
In the bathroom, Tom nervously turned on the warm spray in the shower. He glanced over his shoulder, threw Wendy a foolish grin and then stripped off his towel. He had to turn sideways to get into the shower and that's when the teenage virgin saw his hard-on.
Her eyes grew wide, her lips pursed and she shook her head.
"My God!" she whispered in awe.
Wendy wasn't excited, just astonished. Because of her innocence and age, her brother's cock seemed terrifyingly huge and she found it hard to believe any girl in her right mind would take that on. In sex education, she'd learned that the female vagina stretches widely to accommodate the male organ. But the teacher hadn't seen her big brother's prick, either.
Watching her reaction, Tom swelled with pride. He reached out of the shower and handed her the bar of soap.
"Here, sis, scrub, will you?"
He turned around and she stepped closer, soaping the base of his muscled back, staring at his hard, compact butt. With his legs spread, she could see his balls from behind, hairy grapefruits to her innocent gaze.
Suddenly Tom whirled around so that his crimson quivering cock faced her and he grabbed her wrist.
"Soap it down," he said hoarsely. "Go on, sis, it won't bite!"
She shook her head fiercely but she couldn't take her eyes off his throbbing red cock, glistening with power, pounding before her gaze like a pulsing hammer of brute flesh.
"Soap it down," Tom urged, softer now.
Hypnotized, his sister reached out with trembling fingers while Tom held her other wrist firmly so she couldn't run away. She lathered soap on the length of his prick gingerly, then dropped the soap. Panting with curiosity, Wendy gripped his swollen cock in her fingers. The sheer power of his prick ex-
cited something deep within her, the sleeping spark of passion suddenly igniting into a blaze.
"Put your lips on it," Tom urged. "Just kiss it, Wendy! Come on, honey, no one will know."
She wanted to, desperately, overwhelmed with fascination and soaring excitement. Never taking her wide green eyes off his massive cock, Wendy sank to her knees, her brother still gripping her wrist securely. Closing her eyes and holding her breath, she kissed the head of his cock and was rewarded with a large drop of jism. She rolled it around her mouth curiously, savoring it.
"Just put your whole mouth on it and suck it for a minute, baby, go ahead," Tom told her hoarsely, hoping he wouldn't shoot off in her lips suddenly and spoil everything, scare her away.
Cautiously, Wendy opened her mouth wide and took his inflamed knob in her lips. It pounded lustfully in her boiling mouth. She was quickly sucking on it, slowly lunging her head back and forth, her first introduction to oral sex with her brother triggering a hot, profound excitement in her blood.
The secret, delicious guilt she felt over suck-
ing her brother's cock had a great deal to do with her feverish excitement, but it was more than that. Wendy was primed, eager in fact to lose her cherry so she could boast about it to her experienced girlfriends, who often put her down for being square.
But she didn't plan to lose it to Tom. Nor did she know the road to hell was strewn with neatly laid plans.
Suddenly her brother was pulling her up by her wrist and into the shower, under the warm spray. Wendy shook her head violently, but then Tom was grabbing her tits through her wet T-shirt and squeezing them softly, sending wild shudders through her blood.
There was a long moment of suspense, of hesitation while Wendy struggled against a thunderstorm of emotions. How could she fuck her brother? It was immoral! Dad and Mom would be horrified and shocked if they found out! But she wanted to, she really wanted to, because his prick had tasted so wild and lewd, and it was crushing against her belly now as Tom played with her tits and kissed her mouth in the shower. Suddenly Wendy was moaning feverishly and hugging her brother in a wave of exploding passion, knowing she would, she had to!
"Take it off," Tom told her, struggling with her jeans. "Everything off, sis!"
Trembling wildly, Wendy stripped off her T-shirt and then her jeans, tossing them in the corner of the shower, clutching her brother's hot, gigantic cock in both her hands and stroking with wanton eagerness.
"It'll hurt, won't it?" she asked. "Only for a second or two," Tom lied, grabbing his sister's plump naked ass and hugging the silky flesh, pressing his cock into her soft belly. He remembered Gayle's warning to play with her first, to get her primed, so Tom stroked her satiny, heaving tits and then her ass and hips while Wendy sobbed and jerked his cock in her hot fist, rubbing the flaming knob on her belly.
Tom grabbed the bar of soap and rubbed it over her tiny, trembling cunt and instantly Wendy was thrashing and squirming in his arms in the shower, going crazy with excitement. Controlling his lust for a minute, Tom dipped a finger into her juicy hot cunt, and his sister pumped her pussy furiously on it, crying and shaking her head to vent her overpowering passion.
She'd just discovered it was one thing to masturbate and quite another to have her handsome big brother finger-fuck her with lewd wriggles of his finger. His other hand played with her tits, gently pinching the nipples, his mammoth cock surging in her fist.
"Are you ready?" Tom asked, feeling her boiling cunt spasm fiercely on his finger.
"Oh, shit, yessss! YES! FUCK ME!"
Tom seized her waist and lifted her off the shower floor so her pussy was directly over his prick, which curved upward sharply with desire. Quickly, Wendy wrapped her silken legs around his waist and hung onto his neck. Her tits rubbed against his chest feverishly while he guided his huge knob inside her fiery cuntlips.
"Oh, God, oh, Jesus, oh, Tom! Goooood! Ungh!"
And he had only his knob in! Gasping, Tom realized she was too tight for his swollen cock, but the pain didn't stop his madly aroused virgin sister. Nothing could stop Wendy once she had her first taste of his cock. She wriggled and squirmed her ass furiously, trying to ram more of his searing prick inside her tight little cunt, delirious with excitement.
The soapsuds Tom had lathered over her pussy did the trick.
One moment she was groaning and shaking her head in frustration, the next a ferocious burning pain shot up her cunt as the upper part of his prick pierced her.
In spite of the pain, Wendy was sobbing and swinging her ass in a frenzy, her luscious, squirming cunt wriggling in a fury on his long cock. The maddening friction in her tender pussy sent breath-taking thrills through her loins. She screamed as her first orgasm rippled through her blood. Tom clenched his jaw at the juicy sensations shooting through his prick, having a hard time hanging onto her madly pumping, slippery ass in his hands.
Wendy locked her legs tighter around Tom' s waist and sank her teeth into his bare shoulder in tiny, lust-crazed nips, whipping her engorged pussy up and down on his cock with obscene delight. She was coming again, hotter and more profound than the last time, becoming hysterical with her new-found joy.
"Ah, Tom, it's so wild! Qooooo, your big prick! Agh, oh, brother, oh, honey, mmmm!
Agh!"
She was riding his cock in convulsive jerks, her tight pussy shuddering with spasms of ecstasy. All the vivid sensations of losing her cherry to her big brother assailed Wendy at once. The warm spray of the shower made both their bodies slippery and hotly exciting. The feel of his powerful hands squeezing her ass and holding her up at the same time was wonderful. Her cunt spasmed with thrills from Tom's rock-hard cock, now quivering as if it would shoot his cum any second. Her screams of rapture mingled with his gasps and groans. Her swollen tits bobbed insanely as she came still again in fierce gushes of sticky cunt juice.
"Here it is, sis! Gonna shoot!" Tom gasped.
The next moment her madly sucking cunt was gulping up his spurting jism with electrifying power and greed. Wendy clawed his shoulders, crying and swinging her hot luscious ass to a frantic rhythm of happiness.
His arms were tired as his cock went soft inside her, but Wendy still clung to him, hugging, his prick with her tight pussy, wanting still more. Gently, he lowered her and heaved for breath.
His little sister had fallen to her knees in front of him under the spray and now she was moaning and eagerly licking up the blood on his prick, her cherry-blood.
She stood up, still clutching his cock in her fist.
"More, Tom!" she moaned. "I want to do it again!"
"You're on," he grinned. "But not here. Let's do it in your bedroom, sis."
Quickly, they dried themselves off, each hungrily running their eyes over the other's naked body. It was the first clear look they'd had of each other nude. Just as Wendy's ripening tits and naked, hotly curved ass triggered a huge new hard-on in Tom, so did the sight of her brother's rippling muscles and colossal prick stir the girl's lust.
Naked, brother and sister padded to her bedroom, Tom's fingers playing with Wendy's ass on the way. He already knew from Wendy's response that she was going to be a hot, steady piece, a nightly piece if he had his way. She'd only had a taste of his cock and she was already demanding more, her eyes dancing with excitement, her silky little tits softly jiggling.
The housewife next door, as lusciously stacked as she was, as wild and madly sucking as her mouth and pussy both were, made Tom nervous. She was terrific ass. But as a steady piece? She had a husband and he wasn't exactly built like a cream puff. In fact, he looked like he could rip someone apart with very little effort.
Tom had no intention of finding out.
In Wendy's bedroom, she jumped girlishly on her bed and then lay back, drawing up her knees and parting her thighs wide to expose her tiny, eagerly sucking pink pussy. Wendy teased her thighs with her fingers, her eyes gleaming at her brother. Because of her tender age, it looked twice as obscene-and twice as exciting.
"Shove it in me again, Tom," she whispered. "Hurry!"
"You're a hot little thing, huh?" Tom grinned, sitting on the bed with his enormous hard-on looming out crimson between his thighs. He really wanted to ram it up her beautiful young ass, but her screams would probably be heard around the block. He gazed at her small wet mouth.
"Suck it, Wendy," he urged. "Like you did before, only all the way, you know?"
"You want to come in my mouth?" she said, eyes wide.
"It's good for you, sis. It makes you sexy, you know, eyes sparkling, skin glowing, all that stuff. That's why Amy Potter is so sexy," he added solemnly. "Because she sucks off the whole baseball team every time they win a game."
Wendy sat up quickly. "For real?"
Tom nodded. "You bet, honey. If you went down on me just once a night for two weeks, you'd look completely different with all that sex appeal."
In her innocence, Wendy swallowed every word. And Tom didn't know it, but he'd just fostered a belief in his little sister that would turn her into a feverishly wanton cocksucker in the years to come.
Eagerly, his sister hunched down between his hairy thighs and grasped his cock in her warm mouth. She slid her burning lips slowly up and down on his prick, deep moans of excitement coming from her throat, her fist jerking the base of his prick at the same time. Believing his lie wholeheartedly, she really wanted his cum shooting its wet fire in her throat.
Holding her head firmly in one hand, Tom sprawled back on the bed with a sigh. Not a mind-boggling, nerve-racking, ball-busting blow job like the one the passionate housewife next door ahd given him, but a feverishly eager one, clumsy but still delicious. Wendy sensuously worked her wet hot lips on his cock, all curiosity and girlish desire to learn.
And she was learning, very quickly Tom found out.
Not content to just suck her brother's cock, Wendy experimented with her lust. She lashed her tongue-tip across the knob of his prick to make him gasp with pleasure. Then she sucked it lasciviously, like a giant lollipop, her tender flesh trembling with bliss. A minute later Wendy dipped her mouth down to his hairy balls, licking them with her boiling tongue to bring groans of hot pleasure from her brother's throat.
Boy, was she learning!
Because Wendy believed Tom, her blow job was delivered with furious concentration, all her being poured into her fiercely sucking lips and swirling tongue. So that was why Amy Potter was so sexy! Already the frantic teenager was planning to get more of the precious jism, secretly thinking of boys she knew who looked like they might contain gallons of the stuff.
While Wendy sucked her massively hung brother off, Tom was having his own inner struggle. He wasn't worried about coming too quickly, because once he'd gotten that first juicy piece, his urgency was toned down. What Tom debated was whether he ought to eat his little sister's pussy. He still wanted to do a number of lustful things with her-fuck her savagely dog-style, shove his huge cock up her silky hot ass, finger-fuck her while she wriggled on his lap.
Tom gasped as Wendy suddenly whipped her mouth faster on his quivering cock, frenzied moans coming from her, her hot fist jerking rapidly on his cock. She desperately wanted his cum shooting off in her mouth, but Tom was having much too good a time beneath her wantonly sucking lips to spoil it this early.
He'd eaten a girl's pussy only once, when he was high on beer and stoned on grass. It was at a party, in fact, in someone's bedroom and the girl wouldn't screw him unless he went down on her first. If he hadn't been high, he wouldn't have done it, because Tom got down there and thought he'd strayed into the bottom of an empty fish tank. But he was so damn hot he'd stayed with the revolting task for ten minutes, until she was whooping and screaming with her orgasm.
As it turned out, she wasn't that great a piece of ass, not nearly as tight as she looked. In fact, he wondered if half the town hadn't .gotten there first and stretched her cunt. It had felt as if he were dipping his cock into a bowl of lukewarm oatmeal.
Not like Gayle's luscious tight cunt and nothing like Wendy's tiny, madly hot slit. Tom realized they'd just showered, that his little sister's pussy had to be clean, unless all pussies smelled and tasted like that!
But how could it feel so wild and taste so fishy?
Shit, he had to find out! He edged back on the mattress, Wendy feverishly clutching his prick as if someone was trying to steal her precious toy away from her. Tom sat up and reached over and grabbed her hips, tugging.
"Swing your ass over this way, sis! I want you to put your pussy over my face. Hear me?" If she heard, she gave no sign of it. Wendy was totally absorbed in the thrilling excitement of sucking her big brother off, urgently wanting his jism flooding her throat, so hypnotized by the mammoth, pounding cock in her mouth, she couldn't stop now if her parents marched into the bedroom.
Desperately, Tom wrenched her head away from his hard-on and Wendy wailed in protest. Quickly, Tom explained what he wanted her to do and his little sister hastily scrambled over him in reverse, still not understanding what he intended to do, not realizing the lewd potential of sixty-nine.
With her pink dripping cunt over Tom's face, she resumed her torrid blow job, gurgling in her obscene bliss. Now Tom clutched her satiny hips, took a deep breath, hoped fervently he wasn't going fishing again and tugged downward to crush her tiny cunt against his mouth.
Wendy screamed in her throat as an intense, shattering thrill tore through her cunt and Tom groaned with lustful pleasure. She was wildly delicious! Her juicy little cunt squirmed and wriggled against his mouth in a frenzy of happiness, sweet and fragrant and boiling with honeyed passion.
Now he began sucking his luscious little sister off with harsh greed, trying to hold her madly swinging ass firm in his hands. He was almost suffocating as Wendy slammed her exploding pussy wantonly onto his face, fucking his mouth to a furious tempo, coming in feverish gushes of pussy juice, hotter than she'd ever dreamed.
It was the first sixty-nine for both of them. They went at it like starving wolves, brother and sister heaving and squirming on the mattress, thrashing with lust, sucking and kissing and moaning wildly.
In the complex, poetic art of pussy-eating, Tom was a crude amateur, his tongue like greedy sandpaper against Wendy's tender cunt. Having just lost her cherry in the shower, Wendy couldn't possibly suspect this. All she knew was that her fiery cunt was going into delirious spasms of joy as his tongue lashed and scooped up honey, wriggled obscenely around her sensitive cunt-flesh to make her come again and again over his face.
Then Tom was swelling and vibrating wildly in her feverish mouth, his prick gorging her and battering her throat as he lunged his hips. A few moments later he was shooting off in her tingling lips. Wendy trembled from head to toe in her molten ecstasy, her throat flooded with his pungent cum, gulping urgently, dazed by the thick streaming torrent of hot jism, sucking madly and jerking his cock in her fist in a frenzy.
For two minutes Tom spurted his load, squeezing his little sister's hot ripe ass brutally in his fingers, lapping at her gushing pussy with raw greed. Jesus, her mouth was a tight, boiling animal! Sucking up his jizz with ferocious hunger, she gurgled as she sucked for more, draining him of his last lingering drop and still wanting more. Her silky hot thighs ground obscenely against his face as she climaxed in fierce spasms.
Tom had to forcibly push her off his face before he strangled from her relentless little pussy. He had to force her off his limp cock too, because Wendy refused to let go of her precious treasure, thinking there might be more jism, realizing that now that she knew Amy Potter's secret, nothing could stop her from being ravishly sexy.
She collapsed on the mattress beside her brother's cock, panting for breath, wondering who she could go down on tonight.
A lascivious thought flashed in Wendy's mind, stirring a deep excitement in her blood. Her father! She knew Tom must have inherited his colossal prick, because her Dad's enormous bulge had always fascinated her since she was a little girl.
If she could make it with her big brother, why couldn't she with her father? Would he be shocked and angry if she tried it, or would he be hot and eager, like Tom? She wondered, as Tom sat*up, wiping his smeared face with the back of his hand.
"Terrific, sis!" he gasped. "Got a wild little mouth there, baby."
It wouldn't be hard to get her father alone in the den sometime, possibly tonight. But would she have the nerve? He had a terrible temper, and she winced as she remembered how he used to paddle her ass roughly when she was a naughty little girl.
But Wendy's quick mind remembered something else, something that seemed very strange at the time but now began to make sense.
He'd gotten very excited when he used to spank her, at least when she was thirteen and fourteen, her tits budding out rapidly and her growing body beginning to take its sexy shape. Sometimes he sounded as if he were actually coming in his pants! She was too young to recognize the sounds of coming then, too innocent, but now that Wendy really thought about it, she was sure he'd been shooting off when he'd spanked her! He would gasp, red-faced, his hands lingering and squeezing her bare ass when he brought them down for a brutal slap.
And Wendy knew then how she would do it.
The thought aroused her so much she hefted her brother's long, dangling cock in her hands and nuzzled her mouth down to shower kisses on it.
"Hey, sis, take it easy," chuckled Tom, startled at her sudden burst of excitement. But his prick was rising again rapidly, his hands playing with her satiny ass jutting in the air as she hunched down. Why not? he thought eagerly. Hell, it was her last cherry!
But he'd have to trick her, not give her any warning. He shifted back on the mattress, his bare back against the headboard, his cock poised for action, engorged with blood and wet with Wendy's saliva.
"Come and sit on my lap, honey," he told her hoarsely.
Eagerly, Wendy snuggled back with her ass to his bushy crotch and her pulsing cunt pressed against his cock. She played with it, feeling deliciously obscene, while Tom stroked her tits and tongued the back of her neck.
"Okay, you do the work now," he told his little sister. "Just hoist your ass up and work your pussy down on it, but easy does it, baby. Slow and easy."
Wendy raised her hips and guided his boiling knob against her sucking cuntlips, catching her breath as it made contact, rubbing her wet slit lewdly over the head of his cock, moaning with anticipation.
"I love to fuck," she whispered. "I love your big cock too, Tom! Mmmmmmmmm, feels so hot and sexy, agh!"
She suddenly worked two inches of it into her tight juicy pussy and shuddered at the thrilling pressure hammering inside her with brute power. Tom played with her naked ass meanwhile, caressing the satiny flesh, letting her wet his cock down thoroughly. It was a dirty trick, but what the hell. If he didn't fuck her ass, some other guy would. And it might as well be her big brother as some clumsy slob.
But Tom was not destined to take her last cherry, her tight, throbbing and sweetly innocent little asshole. That privilege would be reserved for some other lucky stud, bigger, stronger and more savagely hung than he was. As Wendy slid dreamily up and down on her brother's massive prick, her silky tits bobbing eagerly, her hand playing with his hard balls, her face shining with lust, her body suddenly froze and her eyes grew huge with surprise and panic.
Tom was too intent on the feel of his little sister's hotly sucking pussy to realize they were being watched. Only after a startled cry escaped Wendy's throat did he become aware that someone was standing in the bedroom doorway, staring at them in astonishment.
His mother. Their mother.
"Oh, shit," Tom groaned.
"Oh, Lord/' whispered Wendy, her face chalk-white.
"Oh, yes," breathed Marie Livingston, her heart pounding with the wildest excitement of her life. "Oh, wow!"
Chapter Four
Marie didnt know why she'd left the luncheon early, except that she felt goaded by a restless, uneasy feeling, a kind of sixth-sense.
The same sixth-sense she'd felt when she met the hot-lipped, wanton nurse.
She'd gone directly home. In the quiet house, she cocked her head, listening to the faint sounds of lust coming from upstairs. Was Tom screwing one of his girlfriends this early in the day? Hotly excited at the thought, she crept upstairs, noting Tom's bedroom was empty. The gasps and cries were coming from Wendy's room. Baffled and angry, Marie quietly turned the knob, opened her door and stared at the scene in shock.
Her daughter was squatting between her son's hairy thighs. She was slowly churning her pink wet cunt on Tom's thick cock, her silken tits jiggling madly, her fingers squeezing his huge, hairy balls.
The blonde mother of the two was suddenly gripped with a soaring, breath-taking excitement, a feeling of such powerful obscene hunger that her mind reeled and her lips tingled and her cunt throbbed all at once. They were beautiful together! They'd seen her now and were both staring at her in panic. Marie's mind raced, sorting possibilities, coming to a rapid decision.
She'd caught them in the act and now they feared the worst-their father finding out. Marie had them now, Tom by his huge balls and Wendy by her darling hot tits.
Marie's biggest problem at the moment was choosing which would be first. Not together, not yet. She wanted time to savor each one of them in turn, then together!
Putting a look of shocked anger on her face, Marie spoke in a cold voice.
"Tom, go to your room. I want to talk to Wendy. I'll talk to you later."
Trembling, Wendy climbed off her brother's huge, glistening cock. In spite of his surprise, Tom's hard-on did not go down as he got off the bed. It surged and quvered with lust between his thighs as he silently walked past his mother. It was all Marie could do to keep from seizing it in her fingers and thrilling to its hot, throbbing power.
Built like his father, she realized with a strange blend of motherly pride and obscene excitement.
"Wait here," she ordered Wendy, and Marie went into her bedroom for a moment. From a dresser drawer, she took her seven-inch vibrator, which she occasionally used on herself when she got feverishly aroused from thinking about the sexy nurse. It was not nearly as big as Chris's monstrous prick, nor as cunningly designed, but it would be more than enough for Wendy's little pussy.
She put the vibrator in her purse and returned to Wendy's room. The girl had put on her robe and now huddled on the bed, her face burning with shame. Marie dropped her purse next to the bed, within easy reach.
"How long has this been going on?" Marie asked her.
"It just happened, Mom," Wendy whispered, avoiding her eyes. "It wasn't Tom's fault. I wanted to lose my cherry, that's all."
"That's all," Marie echoed angrily. Shit, she wanted her little cherry for herself! Oh, well, she thought, at least Wendy had enough sense to keep it in the family.
"Are you gonna tell Dad?" the girl whispered fearfully.
"That depends," Marie said softly. "Take off your robe."
Puzzled, Wendy took off her robe. Her mother's eyes drank in her satiny flesh, her plump, budding tits and delicate tangle of cunt hairs, her deliriously smooth thighs. Marie shuddered. More than anything, the blonde wanted frantically to dig her mouth down into that sweet little cunt and lick furiously, but she didn't want to alarm Wendy. * She knew that her daughter would still be wetly primed from the feel of Tom's huge cock pulsing inside her pussy. She was still feverishly hot beneath her fear.
"Climb on my lap," Marie ordered in a thick voice. "Not to be cuddled," she warned. "To be punished."
"You're only gonna spank me?" Wendy said, surprised.
I'm going to spank you, finger-fuck you, tease you, suck you off and rape you, Marie thought deliriously. And sit on your darling face ...
"Move it!" she snapped. Quickly Wendy -iiuddled over her thighs as Marie sat on the edge of the bed. The teenager felt foolish and embarrassed, but her first flash of suspicion struck her. This is exactly how she planned to get her father aroused so she could go down on him! Obviously, she was too old to be spanked.
Her mother knew that. Her mother was excited too, Wendy could tell from her rapid breathing, so much like her father's when he was shooting off in his pants while he spanked her.
As the truth slowly dawned on Wendy, Marie began spanking her, but it didn't really hurt. Her hands were actually slapping lightly and pausing, stroking the deliriously hot flesh of Wendy's naked asscheeks, rubbing it with rising lust, both hands gripping her bare ass now and squeezing. While soft urgent moans came from Marie's throat.
Her mother was trembling wildly, too. She must be coming in her panties! Wendy thought, shocked. If there was any doubt left in her mind, it quickly dissolved. Her mother suddenly slipped a finger up her cunt, wriggling it around. In spite of her shock, Wendy was pumping eagerly on her finger, her earlier pent-up lust leaping to the surface.
The stark realization that her sexy mother was finger-fucking her with wanton gasps suddenly struck the girl with full depraved impact. If she thought sucking off her brother and having him take her cherry was deliriously exciting, having her beautiful mother finger-fuck her flooded Wendy with the most obscene rapture she'd ever felt.
She rocked back and forth on her mother's lap, her cunt sucking furiously on Marie's stroking finger, her ass wriggling lewdly.
Feverishly, Marie crammed a second finger up her daughter's squirming tight pussy, her own crotch soaked with her pussy juices. She craned her head down and kissed Wendy's plump, silky ass, then craned further and shot her tongue up the girl's asshole to make her moan with thrilled surprise. Wendy's cunt juice gushed onto her palm, and all Marie's precise plans went to hell, overpowered by her hunger, by the girl's tender hot flesh, by her wetly sucking cunt and boiling asshole now churning on her tongue.
Quickly, Marie pushed her daughter onto the bed and slipped her fingers out of her pussy. Wendy knew what was coming because she eagerly drew up her knees and parted her thighs wide, her pink cunt throbbing in invitation.
The blonde housewife had just enough control left to urgently strip naked, her lush tits trembling, her cunthairs dripping with her lubricant.
As hot as Marie had ever gotten with the sexy, swinging nurse, it was pale compared to what she felt at the sight and feel of her lovely daughter's naked flesh. Wendy was half-girl, half-woman, all budding curves and hot silk, pure luscious cunt, a fantastic feast for Marie's ravenous new hunger.
As much as she wanted to suck on Wendy's sweet tits and play with her darling ass and lick every inch of her ripe young flesh, only one thought whirled in Marie's blazing mind.
She hunched between the girl's plump thighs and wrapped an arm around each leg, her hand pulling back on Wendy's soft belly to expose her little cunt. Wild moans came from her throat as she stared at the tender, rosy lips hotly pulsating, shiny with eagerness, fragrant with silken pussy-heat.
"Oh, Jesus, Mom, eat it! Gonna go crazy!
Hurry!"
First Marie planted a torrid kiss on Wendy's burning cuntlips. Then she lashed deep with her tongue, fierce thrills tingling in her mouth and throat at the juicy taste of sweet, young pussy. In a passionate ritual she'd learned from her swinging nurse, Marie dipped her nose in Wendy's feverish cunt, rubbed her cheeks against the throbbing hot flesh, coated her face with her daughter's exciting cunt juice before giving her the most torrid, shattering suck job she could muster from her depraved experience with Chris.
Already Wendy was coming, spraying pussy juice in her mother's lapping mouth, crying and digging her heels into Marie's bare shoulders and riding her face with naked lust. She tugged at Marie's hair, then clawed savagely at her shoulders to vent her unbearable excitement, because her mother wasn't just sucking her off, she was using every diabolical trick she knew.
One minute she kissed and sucked hotly on Wendy's little fat clit and the next she was snaking her tongue up her tender asshole, probing and thrilling and teasing her shitter. Then the lust-inspired blonde lapped into her juicy cunt in a fury, darting a finger up Wendy's asshole at the same time for a breathtaking dual thrill.
The orgasms racking the girl's flesh were almost hysterical, because the only oral sex she knew had been with her brother and that was a clumsy effort compared to what her naked mother was doing to her now. She was sucking, kissing, lapping, nibbling, finger-fucking, ramming her long hot tongue up her trembling ass, giving her such maddeningly wild orgasms that Wendy almost fainted with sheer joy.
When the throbbing in her own pussy became unbearable, Marie shifted her body around so that her thighs hovered aver
Wendy's face. Not for a moment did she unlock her mouth from the thrashing, juicy cunt beneath her as she lowered her steaming pussy onto her daughter's wet mouth.
Wendy's first taste of pussy was more obscenely exciting than her brother's immense prick. Coming in hot gushes against her mother's lips, Wendy sucked her silken cunt off in a frenzy of hunger.
It was the hottest sixty-nine of Marie's life, more profoundly fulfilling than anything she'd ever done with her husband or her pussy-crazed girlfriend. When Wendy's tongue slithered up her asshole, Marie shuddered, her naked ass writhing uncontrollably. She dug her huge tits fiercely into Wendy's belly, squeezing her ripe ass with brutal lust.
Now mother and daughter, still locked in feverish sixty-nine, rolled over so that Marie was on bottom and the girl on top. Wendy pumped her ass furiously, rubbing her fiery cunt-flesh on her mother's eager mouth in spasms of bliss. Both of them were covered with sweat, making the contact of their naked, silky bodies a slippery, sensuous experience that heightened their climaxes.
It was Marie who surrendered first. With her newly awakened lust, Wendy could have kept up the tempo for hours, but Marie discovered that when she couldn't stop coming like this, she feared she would lose her mind.
And something gnawed at Marie's mind. In her lustful eagerness, she'd forgotten to turn Wendy's stereo on to drown out the noise they'd make. Tom must know what was happening by now. Either he'd come in uninvited, or she'd send Wendy for him.
But first she wanted her daughter all to herself for a while longer.
She rolled away from Wendy, trembling with her last fierce orgasm. Wendy hugged Marie's tits in her fingers and kissed her mother with torrid passion.
"Oh, Mom, that was terrific! Golly, when I first saw you standing in the doorway I thought I'd die! And all the time you wanted sex with me."
Marie stared at the sexy, panting girl, marveling at her flexibility, her ability to adapt on a moment's notice. She'd never been like that as a teenager.
But Marie didn't have a massively hung brother like Tom to take her cherry at that age, either.
"Did Tom hurt you?" she asked curiously.
Wendy grinned, tickling her mother's asshole to make her shiver with delight.
"He was great, Mom. He took my cherry in the shower. Lord, does he have a monster cock! He ate me, too, but not like you, Mom, not nearly as wild. Mmmmmmm, I get hot all over again just thinking about it! Can Tom come back in here, Mom? 'Cause I know you want to make it with him. And I wanna watch!"
Incredible, Marie thought. Her innocence, her complete absence of any kind of guilt astounded Marie. She suddenly realized just how old-fashioned she really was, how brittle her sex attitudes were in spite of her bizarre swinging sessions with the lewd nurse.
"He can come back a little later," Marie said. "We're not done yet, honey."
She reached beside the bed and got her vibrator from her purse, wishing now she'd borrowed Chris's gigantic ribbed cock. She couldn't explain to Wendy the strange, thrilling satisfaction she would get from fucking her with the vibrator, the delicious fulfilment of naked body contact, of playing with her tits while she came in feverish spasms, of licking her beautiful naked ass while she pumped the vibrator lasciviously deep inside her squirming cunt.
She had Wendy lie on top of her as she switched the humming device on. The girl kissed her mother lustfully and rubbed her hot tits against Marie's, grinding their silky cunts together as the blonde eased the vibrator inside Wendy's tender pussy.
Then she began fucking her daughter to a teasing, sensuous rhythm, slow, tantalizing strokes of the plastic prick, until Wendy was gasping and coming on Marie's thighs, biting her lips and screaming with ecstasy, her swollen young tits heaving deliriously against the blonde's.
Ten minutes of bliss in that position, and Marie had her sobbing daughter hunch on the mattress on all fours so she could give it to her dog-fashion. She knelt behind Wendy's hot luscious ass and^lid the vibrator in deep, fucking her faster this time, kissing her satiny asscheeks and ramming her tongue up her boiling shitter to give Wendy the hottest possible thrills.
Then she had Wendy lie on her back and she hunched between the delirious girl's thighs, this time sucking on her exposed clit while she slid the vibrator in and out, until Wendy was , hysterical with excitement, coming in convulsions of lust.
Marie wasn't just giving her daughter the most unforgettable time of her life, sucking and fucking and teasing her with every trick she could think of, just out of motherly concern. She was arousing herself to an intense pitch of desire at the same time. But beneath those motives lay something more subtle.
Marie was trying to out do her son. Like Tom, she wanted the beautiful girl on a nightly basis, but she didn't want to have to compete with Tom's colossal prick. She was trying desperately to prove to Wendy she could do anything Tom could do for her, and more, even if she had to resort to her vibrator to make her blissfully happy.
In the process of giving her madly aroused daughter every possible obscene thrill she could think of, Marie ignored her own urgent desire. By the time Wendy wailed that she couldn't take any more, the blonde housewife was in a fever of torment, aching to soothe the fire in her own hotly sucking cunt. Only when the girl was trembling and c with near-exhaustion did Marie go get her son. Naked, she padded down the hallway to his room and knocked on the door. There was no sense in being sly about it, since he must have heard them.
"Come in," Tom called.
She opened his door, started into his bedroom and stopped short, her jaw dropping.
There was a naked woman lying beside him on his bed, playing with his mammoth, crimson prick, stroking it in her fist. Tom grinned with obvious satisfaction at the amazed look on his mother's face. His prick also leaped in the woman's fist when he saw his mother naked. Jesus, what a beautiful set of tits!
"I just thought I'd return your surprise, Mom," Tom said softly. "You know Gayle, don't you??'
The blonde's spinning mind began to slow down and she suddenly recognized her next-door neighbor, although naked Gayle looked startingly different, wildly sexy. Her lush curves more than compensated for her plain fs.cc
"Oh," Marie said blankly. "You're married, aren't you?"
Gayle smiled, her eyes smoldering on
Marie's lush tits. "So are you, Marie. Aren't you?"
Then the brunette released Tom's throbbing cock and stood up. "Don't be angry, Marie. All this was my idea, shocking you like this. I had a hell of a time persuading Tom, but I guess I've just got a weird sense of humor. Close the door and come in," she added, licking her lips as she ran her eyes over Marie's velvety body.
When Marie didn't move, still standing in a daze in the doorway, Gayle added softly in a malicious tone, "You can dish it out but you can't take it, can you? You and your daughter made enough racket to tell me everything I need to know. It won't go any further than this room. If you come on in now. I'd like to know you better, Marie. And your beautiful daughter ..."
Feeling faint, Marie stepped in and closed the door behind her. And she thought she had Tom by his balls and Wendy by her tits!
This voluptuously curved brunette had them all by the short hairs, and it was glaringly obvious to Marie she intended to blackmail them.
The price, as Gayle stared at Marie's naked curves with gleaming eyes, was also very obvious.
Chapter Five
There were times when events moved so swiftly they were, Tom reflected bitterly, like a series of kicks in the balls, sharp and sudden.
First, he'd gotten his little sister's juicy hot cherry in the shower this morning. He'd gotten her so worked up, they'd gone to her room to really dig into the action. They'd sucked and fucked like maniacs on a spree, having a terrific time.
Until their mother caught them. When she'd told Tom she would speak to Wendy alone first, and he'd gone to his room, he figured they'd had it. His mother would tell his father, and Tom would be out of the house by tonight. In one piece, hopefully.
But as he lay in his room, already missing Wendy's hot little pussy, distinct sounds drifted from his little sister's room down the hall. Sobs and moans. At first he thought his mother was punishing her, whacking her ass with a belt or something, but that wasn't like Marie. His father, definitely, but not his sensitive, loving mother.
In growing disbelief, Tom padded back down the hall and put his ear to his sister's door. His eyes bulged and his mouth gaped. There was no doubt in his mind about what his mother was doing to Wendy.
She was whacking her, all right, but with her tongue! Tom tried the door knob, but it was bolted from the inside, which proved at least his mother had more sense than he and Wendy put together.
He listened for ten more minutes toihe unmistakable symphony of lust, moans and screams and gasps and cries, the loud din of wanton excitement and wished to hell he could watch. His hard-on had grown gigantically just from listening.
Tom returned to his Toom, shocked and confused. His mother? The most respectable wife and mother in town. Admittedly, Wendy was a gorgeous little thing, silky tits, a luscious, plump ass and a delicious little cunt, but how could an innocent teenybopper like that turn her mother into a frenzied swinger, a pussy-eating fiend?
Completely baffled and desperately wanting to talk to someone who had more savvy at such things, Tom slipped shirt and pants on and went next door to his neighbor's.
Gayle answered the door wearing her robe. Her eyes shone excitedly when she saw him. In the kitchen over coffee, Tom slowly explained to Gayle what had happened. He began with Wendy's hot cherry in the shower and told her everything in detail, which left her utterly fascinated, tits heaving eagerly by the time he'd finished.
"I don't get it," Tom murmured, shaking his head. "I just don't understand it.
Unless ..."
Gayle finished the thought for him. "Unless your mother liked making it with girls all along, Tom. Oh, I know it sounds shocking, but you'd be surprised how many square wives and mothers have thoughts like that about their daughters. Especially beautiful young girls like Wendy."
The mere thought of going down on Tom's lovely little sister brought a fierce tingle to her lips, and a restless throbbing to Gayle's pussy. She understood that part of it perfectly.
"Of course, you don't have to worry bout her telling your father now," Gayle grinned. "And the reason she wanted you to wait in your room was undoubtedly to make it with you when she finished with Wendy. A real surprise, your mother. And a real beauty, too," she added softly.
"So what do I do now?" Tom asked, baffled. "Just go back to my room and wait for her?"
Gayle had to remind herself Tom was only a boy. Hell, it wasn't every day his mother caught him fucking his sister and then proceeded to swing with the girl herself, which accounted for the boy's total confusion.
Inspiration flashed in the brunette's mind, along with a fierce, rising lust. She nodded.
"Yes, exactly. But with one difference. I'll go with you, Tom." He stared at her, blinking his eyes. "But why?"
Gayle stood up, ruffling his hair. "I like you, Tom. You're built like a bull in heat and you screw like a horny goat, but when it comes to swinging you've got an awful lot to learn. Let me try and explain why."
She ticked the points off on her fingers methodically as he watched and listened.
"One, your mother has the upper hand in that house right now. She's manipulating you and Wendy to her own best advantage, and she has every intention of calling the shots from now on, regarding who fucks who* I know, because I'm a woman."
"Yeah, and a wild one too," Tom grinned, recalling yesterday's feverish session on the kitchen table. His massive prick still pounded in his tight pants, still brick-hard from Wendy's juicy hot cunt.
"Two," Gayle went on calmly, "this is the time to take the wind out of her sails and assert yourself. If you get the upper hand, Tom, then you can call the shot?. You can decide who's going to make it with who. And if you want Wendy or your mother at any time, there won't be any agrument."
She paused, wondering if he was swallowing all this. What it amounted to was simply Gayle wanting to join the action herself, and she wanted the upper hand! Simple blackmail, because she was a neighbor, outside the family circle and had less to lose than the others if it all came out.
"Three," she resumed, "If your mother knows what I know about her and Wendy, she'll be scared shitless, at least temporarily. She'll do anyhing you tell her." Anything I tell her, Gayle mentally corrected. "And the tables will be very neatly turned on her. I'll be your witness, see?"
Tom shook his head, still confused. But he trusted the sexy brunette, because her argu-ment sounded slick and persuasive. Besides, it would shock the hell out of his mother. After the scare she threw into him and Wendy, she deserved at least that much.
"Okay," he said, nodding. "Sounds good. Let's go."
In Tom's room, Gayle lay on his bed with him and played with his huge prick as they waited for Marie, just keeping it hot and primed for action. Sure enough, a few minutes later Marie made her entrance.
And when Gayle saw her naked, wild shivers raced through her creamy flesh. In her mid-thirties, Marie was still a luscious knock-out, proud, lavish tits, sensuously curved hips and long silken legs.
From the stunned look on the blonde's face, they'd lowered the boom on her beautifully. She just stood there, speechless, her face drained, her eyes panicky.
But once she'd been lured into the room, Marie's eyes drank in Gayle's ripe tits and shapely figure with smoldering interest. It was obvious what her next-door neighbor wanted, and it was also apparent her son Tom had been making it with her before this. The sneaky stud!
Again, Marie was filled with that strange blend of motherly pride and feverish excitement. It was going to be a threesome, with the stacked brunette and her wildly hung son.
Her first three-way. She did not know it was also Gayle's and Tom's first three-way, or for that matter, that the sexy brunette had never made it with a woman before. As Marie sat on the edge of the bed, watching her neighbor fondle her son's colossal prick, she smoked nervously, wondering if she ought to take the initiative.
Having just spent more than an hour with her madly passionate young daughter, Marie now wanted desperately to screw her son. But Gayle was so desirable with her lush, creamy tits and succulent curves, the blonde housewife also felt a hot curiosity about the young brunette.
It was Gayle who made the first move, who took command of the situation, with her usual crisp efficiency.
"Why don't you lie in the middle, Marie?' she suggested. "That way you can play with Tom while I play with you."
Eagerly, Marie lay down between her son and the young housewife. But the moment her fingers gripped Tom's burning, pounding prick, with a soft moan the blonde hunched her body down between his muscled thighs. She kissed his cock feverishly, thrilled at the vigorous power of his meat pulsing in her fist. She put his long prick into her mouth and started sucking, her free hand tickling his balls, her ravenous hunger making her blood sing.
"Mmmm, wild, Mom!" gasped Tom, forgetting about Gayle for the moment. It was the third set of boiling lips on his cock in less than twenty-four hours and he had the dazed sensation that every chick in the neighborhood, including his mother, his little sister and the passionate housewife next door was trying to suck his balls dry.
For a minute Gayle watched, her tits bouncing with lust. She'd never watched before and it was tremendously exciting to her, a voluptuous blonde sucking off her son's immense prick, sliding her lips along his crimson meat with obscene rapture.
As Marie hunched down, her naked, ripe ass hovered high in the air. Quickly, Gayle knelt behind the blonde's hot silky ass and stroked the flesh, her eyes burning on Marie's softly throbbing cunt beneath. The prospect of going down on a woman for the first time made Gayle's mouth tremble. Marie's cunt looked so juicy and obscene between her golden nest of pussy hairs, so hotly inviting, the brunette shuddered with anticipation.
Moaning, Gayle showered kisses on her naked ass-flesh, working her lips down toward Marie's pink pussy. She lowered herself flat on her belly on the mattress so that she was peering up at Marie's dripping slit. With a deep lustful delight, the young housewife rubbed her mouth on the blonde's cunt, startled at the sweetness, the silky heat and odor of fragrant pussy.
Gayle began sucking her off in a fever of passion, snaking her tongue up Marie's cunt and wriggling it around eagerly, wild shudders of eerie excitement coursing through her body. No wonder some girls went cunt-crazy! It was delicious, unlike anything Gayle had ever experienced, vividly different from the hundreds of cocks she'd sucked since she was a young girl.
Now the blonde's ripe ass was squirming back against Gayle's face joyfully. Clutching Marie's soft hips tightly, the brunette sucked harder and faster, her nose forcibly pressed against Marie's puckered asshole.
All the while Marie whipped her mouth ravenously up and down on her son's huge cock, groaning lustfully in her throat, feverish for his burning jism. It was hard to say whether it was as big as his father's cock, because Tom's meat gorged her mouth so fully it battered against her throat. There might have been a small difference in her husband's favor, but Tom more than compensated for it in sheer pounding power, in brick-hard stiffness and heat.
It was the first time the blonde had ever had her pussy eaten at the same time she'd gone down on a cock. The doubled thrills were maddeningly hot and exciting. She wriggled her thrilled cunt lewdly against Gayle's face as she churned her Tips on her son's prick, all her being focused on sucking up the boy's cum, on frantically gulping down his jism.
But Tom, in spite of his mother's torrid, eager blow job, refused to come. He would have if he hadn't used the trick Gayle had used on him the day before. This time he gripped his cock at the base between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing fiercely to cut off the circulation. This way he could groan with all the pleasure his mother's wetly sucking mouth lavished on his prick without releasing his load.
Tom's refusal to shoot off in his mother's wild mouth was purely selfish. Having fucked his little sister earlier, he wasn't about to waste his jism, not with two naked, gorgeous women in bed with him at the same time! He was saving this load for his mother's luscious cunt, whether she knew it or not. But he was enjoying her frenzied blow job to the hilt.
There was something very special, very obscene and exciting about being sucked off by your own beautiful mother, Tom was discovering. Like welding a bond of lifelong intimacy between mother and son, something he couldn't put into words, but could feel along with his passionate mother's boiling mouth on his prick.
He had to remember to ease up on his viselike grip on his cock every minute or so, or the sensitive nerves in his prick might be damaged. Christ, he didn't want to get gangrene of the cock!
With his head propped against the headboard of his bed, Tom could watch the sexy brunette eating his mother's cunt in a fury of excitement at the same time. Gayle was ferocious at pussy-eating, deep moans coming from her throat as she lapped and sucked at Marie's golden-haired cunt slit. It was the first time Tom had ever seen one woman go down on another. It was terrifically arousing, so much so he almost shot off in his mother's mouth in spite of his grip.
Marie was coming against Gayle's face now, sweet pussy juice trickling into the brunette's eager mouth. Gayle lapped furiously, digging her fingers into Marie's hot ass. The relentless, pulsing ache in her cunt was driving the brunette crazy. She had to fight the urge to masturbate while she ate the sexy blonde.
Why finger-fuck herself when there was a gorgeous naked woman and a fantastically hung boy at her fingertips? And a sweet, hotly sexy teenage girl down the hall? But Gayle was so hot now she wanted to scream. She dug her mouth frantically into Marie's gushing cunt, venting her lustful fury on the madly trembling housewife. At the same time, the brunette crammed two fingers up Marie's pussy. The blonde swung her ass in wild, depraved ecstasy, gushing a new flood of cunt juice over Gayle's face.
Marie was having her own frustrations, because no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get Tom's rocks off! His long cock quivered and blazed in her mouth, a searing mass of meat, but he wouldn't come.
She didn't know about the thumb-and-fore-finger trick yet, or that Tom was saving his load for her pussy. Marie could only suck him off with every fiber of her lustful soul and continue climaxing on the brunette's face. When Gayle slithered her tongue up Marie's asshole, fierce shivers of delight tore through her flesh and she pumped her sweating ass obscenely on Gayle's burning tongue.
God, her neighbor could eat pussy!
The brunette was so sexy, Marie wanted to go down on her too. But first she wanted Tom's hot cum pouring down her throat. She attacked his prick with renewed fury, scraping her teeth cautiously across his knob to make him gasp, jerking his meat rapidly in her fist, tenderly squeezing his balls to coax it out of him.
Then Gayle was releasing her feverish oral lock on Marie's crotch, heaving for breath and wildLy panting for her own orgasm.
Giving up at last, Marie withdrew her lips from her son's huge cock, sitting up and still jerking it in her hand, her pussy glowing with satisfaction from Gayle's fierce mouth, but her hunger for her son's jism still unabated.
"Jesus, Tom!" she cried. "Why won't you come in my mouth?"
With a sigh he released his savage grip on his cock and the blood pounded back unhampered. "Saving it for your pussy, Mom, that's why."
"Sweet boy," she whispered, smiling and feeling better.
Although this was her first threesome, Marie knew instinctively what to do about the panting brunette. With Tom still lying on his back, she straddled his hips but faced his feet and Gayle, who was sitting cross-legged and still heaving for breath at the foot of the bed. The brunette's face shone with Marie's pussy juice, giving her an incredibly lewd look.
First, Marie hovered her ass over Tom's crimson cock, holding it upright in her fist. She teased her cuntlips for a minute, shuddering with excitement. Then she slid down on his cock with low groans of lust, loving the searing, throbbing feel of her son's massive hard-on engorging her tight cunt.
"Ah, Mom, that's hot!" gasped Tom, rubbing his hands over her velvety ass. He caught his breath as the blonde suddenly clamped her silky cunt on his cock, spasms of hot pleasure shooting through his loins.
His mother's pussy was surprisingly luscious and tight, not as wild a sensation as his little sister's cunt, but fitting his big prick perfectly. And why not, since she'd had his father's cock up there for years?
For all practical purposes, his sexy mother had a custom-tailored cunt!
Gayle watched in fascination as the blonde slowly, sensuously churned her pussy around her son's colossal cock. The brunette inched forward on her knees between Tom's spread legs, facing Marie. She clutched a lush tit in each hand and craned down to suck on one of Marie's nipples, trembling in her lips, soft cries coming from the blonde.
"Yes, yes," chanted Marie, reaching down to rub Gayle's fiery cunt with her fingers, while she pumped her own pussy lasciviously on Tom's cock. "Ah, suck on my tits, Gayle, yes! Oh, your hot mouth, darling! Oooo!"
Marie was finger-fucking the young housewife while Gayle passionately sucked on each of her delicious tits in turn, her pussy beginning to spasm feverishly on Marie's stroking fingers.
"Want to eat it!" Marie cried, suddenly pushing Gayle down on the mattress between her son's legs. "Want to go down on your hot pussy, Gayle!"
Her cunt clamping securely on Tom's immense hard-on, Marie hunched her upper body down between the brunette's widely parted thighs. The blonde felt deliriously aroused as she stared at the pink sucking pussy between the dark, curly hairs. Quickly, Gayle wrapped her legs around Marie's head, crushing her throbbing hot cunt to the blonde's mouth, tugging at Marie's hair with violent lust.
A piercing, molten thrill shot up her pussy and Gayle cried out with happiness. She began fucking Marie's mouth with maddening excitement. Her first climax took less than a minute, primed by her earlier taste of the blonde's delicious cunt, by the wanton joy of sucking on her tits and watching her ride her son's massive prick.
The passionate young housewife had never had a woman go down on her before and it was incredibly exciting to her, much different than her husband's uninspired, methodical pussy-eating. Marie wasn't just giving her a lustful sucking, she was loving her hotly gushing cunt with her sweet mouth, using her boiling tongue like a tiny whip of pleasure, sucking on her clit with tender and yet fiercely thrilling lips, scooping up Gayle's pussy juice in frantic laps.
Screaming and gasping, Gayle swung her ass in mad shudders of ecstasy as she fucked the blonde's face in depraved, hysterical spasms. When Marie darted her wet tongue up Gayle's hotly sucking asshole, the brunette's creamy naked body trembled with uncontrollable delight.
Tom watched his mother devour Gayle's pussy with astonishment. Bending forward as she straddled his prick, Marie was holding the brunette's ass in her hands, high off the bed, digging her mouth into her steaming cunt with ravenous ecstasy, as if it were her last supper.
Christ, his mother acted as if she'd been doing it all her life! It was sexy, wildly exciting to watch the two naked women in action. Gayle swung her ass madly and moaned and tugged at Marie's hair while the blonde made deep hungry sounds in her throat as she sucked her off.
By now Tom had his second wind, thanks to his hot action with Wendy. He felt as if he could hold his hard-on indefinitely inside his mother's tight, boiling pussy. But he didn't like this position any more. His mother was in complete control, whipping her cunt up and down on his cock at her own rhythm. The only part of her body he could really fondle was her ass.
This brought his earlier violent desire humming in his blood. Well, why not? Marie had interrupted him before he could ram his cock up Wejidy's gorgeous little ass, so why not hers instead?
By sitting up, Tom was able to draw his knees under him and kneel behind Marie's ass, his cock still firmly hugged by her frantic pussy. Now both he and his mother were on their knees, Tom upright while Marie hunched deeper between the brunette's dripping thighs.
For a few minutes he fucked the feverish blonde with rapid strokes, the thrills hotter and more exciting now that he was in control. He battered her juicy cunt relentlessly, gasping as it throbbed with silken power on his prick. His mother was not only a wild piece of ass, she knew how to work her pussy, jerking it up and down, from side to side and then in wide circles so that every tiny zone in her slit was reached by his cock.
Now! thought Tom, feeling his load beginning to boil up in his loins.
Quickly he slipped his hard-on out of her pussy and his mother screamed in protest, a muffled sound between Gayle's burning cuntlips.
Tom placed his knob directly against her tiny asshole. He took a deep breath to brace himself, then rammed forward with savage strength.
"Ooooooo, wow!" he groaned, holding it in her hot, squirming asshole steadily while she shook her asscheeks in spasms. "Oh, Mom, it's too much!"
Tight, but not painfully so, silken hot, wriggling and thrashing furiously on his long cock, Marie's shithole was no stranger to a huge prick. Tom's father had been there many, many times before. The blonde had learned to love the piercing, burning mass of flesh up her thrilled ass, had learned to crave it, in fact.
But with the frenzied excitement of his mother's velvety tight asshole throbbing on his prick, swinging in a fever of wanton joy, Tom felt his stamina slipping.
And he was coming suddenly, shooting great spurts of jism up the blonde's naked shit-ter, sucking in his breath and squeezing his mother's ass-flesh, getting his rocks off in a fiery explosion of jizz.
With the stinging, boiling liquid flooding her butthole, Marie climaxed in a series of wild spasms, lashing her tongue at the same time up Gayle's cunt to make the brunette wail and claw at her back deliriously.
The three of them came at the same time with violent ecstasy, mother, son and neighbor swinging and rocking on the mattress with depraved gasps and moans.
To Gayle's tremendous relief, Marie released her pussy just in time,. just before she fainted. Tom had already withdrawn his limp cock from her spasming asshole, but Marie's savage hunger kept her locked to her delicious feast until Gayle couldn't take any more shattering thrills.
For a few minutes they rested, eyeing each other curiously.
"Listen, I've got a great idea," Gayle said. "Why don't I go into Wendy's bedroom by myself and surprise her?"
"No!" Marie said quickly. "I mean, the girl's had enough for one day, don't you think? First she loses her cherry to her brother and then . . . well, then," Marie added, her face flushing, "I made love to her. Very thoroughly, too. She's probably exhausted and sleeping, poor thing."
Actually, Marie wanted to hog her lovely daughter to herself and they all knew it.
"Hey, Mom," said Tom, "why don't you just bring her in here? Share and share alike, you know?"
Marie wanted Wendy to herself and Gayle wanted to savor the girl's adorable little pussy to herself, but only Tom thought they all ought to share her. Which meant, of course, that he wanted to see his little sister in action with his mother and the lewd brunette.
The blonde hesitated, feeling the strong pressure from both her son and her neighbor. Actually, Gayle was a hell of an attractive woman-with a delicious pussy, Marie thought, licking her lips. It would be exciting to watch Wendy and Gayle sixty-nine, while Marie hoarded Tom's cock to herself. Torn between jealousy and greed, Marie relented.
She went to get Wendy. The prospect of an orgy in her house, one that included her teenage daughter and son, as well as the ripely curved housewife next door, both excited and frightened Marie. Things' were moving very swiftly, too fast for comfort. Her husband Joe would find out sooner or later, but Marie already had the germ of an idea, one that would effectively rope him in. She didn't know that Wendy had the same basic idea.
What really irritated the blonde was Gayle's arrogant manner, her way of inviting herself into the action so casually. It was blackmail and they both knew it. And while the gorgeously built brunette was sexy and deliciously satisfying, she needed a lesson.
Marie explained the situation briefly to Wendy, who nodded with eagerness. Far from being exhausted, the girl was wildly turned On by her brother and mother. Her sex glands, just sparked to life, now hummed away like an inner dynamo.
Wendy just couldn't get enough sucking and fucking.
When Marie returned to Tom's bedroom with her daughter, she also brought her thick vibrator. It wasn't fancy, like her swinging nurse's, and it wasn't gigantic, but it would certainly do the trick.
A trick her lusty next-door neighbor wouldn't forget for a long, long time.
Chapter Six
One look at Wendy, and Gayle latched onto the sexy-sweet girl with unashamed greed. In less than a minute she had Wendy sitting on her lap, while she braced her back against the headboard of the bed. The brunette fondled her cunt, tickling her pussylips with her teasing fingers while she showered kisses on the girl's neck and shoulders.
For Gayle, it was an erotic fantasy come true with a thrilling vengeance.
Ever since she'd seen the tender blonde, she'd been in the grip of a dozen hot urges, all depraved and all madly exciting. You just couldn't look at a delicious number like Wendy without wanting to finger-fuck her, suck on her hot young tits and finally dig your mouth between her satiny thighs with ferocious hunger.
Sex with Marie had been wanton and thrilling, of course, but it just wasn't the same kind of excitement. There was a profound lewdness in feeling up a juicy young girl, a strange feeling of power. As if she were corrupting her beyond salvation while she masturbated her hot pussy and squeezed her tits, trembling with obscene pleasure as she squirmed her naked ass against her belly and oozed her cunt juice onto her fingers.
Marie watched the spectacle with gleaming eyes as she played with her son's immense cock. They had the bottom half of the bed. Marie had placed the vibrator on the floor, within easy reach. As Tom's prick swelled and quivered in her fingers, the blonde couldn't deny an eerie excitement from watching her neighbor passionately finger-fuck her daughter. The way Gayle's finger stroked and pumped inside Wendy's luscious pink cunt, pausing to wriggle deep, the sight of Wendy's tawny tits dotted with sweat and panting in a rising fever of lust made Marie's blood sing.
She lay on top of Tom now, clutching his throbbing prick firmly and brushing it against her pulsing cunt-flesh. Marie didn't ram it in yet. She continued to watch Gayle finger-fuck Wendy, her own pussy starting to suck with silken power as Wendy wriggled and pumped her cunt faster on the brunette's finger, tears of ecstasy streaming down the girl's cheeks.
Quickly, Marie folded her legs under her so that her ass hovered in the air and her dripping cunt loomed over her son's rigid hard-on. She slid half of it deep inside her and moaned at the burning, throbbing pressure. She began fucking Tom with a very slow momentum, a dreamy, almost lazy fuck, designed to extract the maximum pleasure from his long prick.
And still she watched the brunette masturbate her sobbing daughter.
The turmoil inside Marie was becoming explosive. On the one hand, it was terrifically exciting to watch her sexy neighbor finger-fuck Wendy, their naked flesh sweating and trembling with lewd joy. She'd never imagined how powerful a stimulus it could be to watch two desirable young women having sex-especially when one of them was your beautiful daughter.
But on the other hand, Marie was deeply jealous. Suppose the bitch turned her daughter on so feverishly to her fingers and mouth that Wendy preferred the stacked brunette to Marie? It was almost impossible, oif course, and she realized that with part of her mind. She was Wendy's mother and in addition had been the first to suck her off, a wantonly loving suck job that Wendy would never forget.
But the jealousy remained in the blonde's heart, a twisted, seething knob of emotion that wouldn't go away.
"tley, Mom, far out!" Tom gasped when she suddenly hugged only his burning knob in her cunt and shuddered on it with her powerful cunt muscles. She was teaching ber son how to fuck now, showing him what she could do with her hot, silken pussy. She slid down so that his prick was inside her almost to the hilt. For a minute Marie simply held it, letting Tom feel her boiling cunt throb on his cock in slow, spine-tingling spasms.
Tom had one of her tits in his mouth now, sucking lustfully on the swollen nipple to send delicious tingles through her blood. Still the blonde couldn't tear her eyes from Gayle and Wendy, only a couple of feet away on the bed. Gayle had lain back with the moaning girl on top of her, Wendy's back on Gayle's lush tits. The brunette twined her ankles around the girl's and was making obscene fucking motions with her hips as she finger-fucked her to a torrid, sensuous rhythm.
It was like a dream to Marie, a delicious erotic dream, although her son's boiling prick felt real enough inside her spasming cunt. A few weeks ago, she'd been a respectable, square housewife, a solid member of the P.T.A. and the Ladies' Auxiliary League, the pride of her neighborhood, the ideal wife and mother.
Then she'd met a sultry nurse. Before Marie realized it, she was being.whipped and raped, sucked off with shattering lust, going down on the sexy nurse with a voracious new hunger. It could have been a man she'd had a passionate affair with, but it wasn't. She still loved her husband, of course, but now a desperate new obsession had come into her life, a sexual awakening that was so wild and obscene it frightened her.
She wasn't cunt-crazy, like the nurse. She was just lust-crazy period. Pussy- and cock-crazy.
Yesterday she'd let herself be tied down by Chris, teased brutally and then raped savagely by the wild-eyed swinger. This morning she'd caught her son fucking her daughter.
She had promptly made it with the girl herself, introducing her to sixty-nine. And then had eager, violent sex with both her son and her voluptuous next-door neighbor. And now she was fucking her massively hung son while she watched her sexy neighbor lustfully finger*fuck her daughter. She watched Wendy cry and wriggle and pump her madly sucking little cunt in a frenzy on the brunette's stroking fingers.
It all happened so fast Marie felt dazed. All because she'd let a nurse go down on her one day. But it went far deeper than that, Marie had to admit.
She suddenly shuddered when Tom slipped a finger up her burning asshole. She began whipping her cunt faster on his prick, forgetting Gayle and Wendy beside her, tugging at
Tom's hair and biting his lips, caught up in her first hot orgasm.
Marie's mind wouldn't let go of her thought. It went deeper than just getting delicious sex from a pussy-mad nurse. It was a desperate attempt to grasp all the pleasure she could before it was too late, a cry of protest against all the dull years of her respectable marriage. She wanted new kicks, shattering new thrills, and she was suddenly getting more than her share, certainly more than she bargained for. She was having a depraved orgy in her son's bedroom, fucking his huge prick furiously now while her daughter was coming all over her neighbor's lewdly fucking fingers.
Now Marie was feverishly trying to suck up her son's hot jism with her silken cunt muscles, whipping her gushing pussy up and down on his cock in a fury, digging her naked tits into his chest passionately, screaming as Tom's cum burst in her dripping cunt.
On the surface Marie was a religious woman. Deep down, she secretly didn*t know and really didn't care whether there was a hell or heaven. At this moment, with her son spurting his load of jism deep in her aching cunt, his long cock thrilling her intensely, Marie didn't even care if she went straight to hell for it.
Right now, every inch of her son's bursting cock was worth it.
Beside them, Gayle and Wendy had rolled over so that the delirious girl was on bottom. Now the brunette quickly tore her fingers from Wendy's exploding pussy and scrambled down between her thighs. She started sucking off the screaming girl just when she started coming, frantic for her burning cunt juice, lapping the sweet stuff up with savage greed, pressing her nose to the velvety, sweating crack of Wendy's naked ass.
Gayle was still at it, still devouring the girl's delicious pussy with lust-crazed joy when Marie climbed off her panting son.
Her naked body trembling with her last orgasm, Marie picked up the vibrator from beside the bed. While Tom watched, the blonde kneeled on the floor just behind Gayle's jutting ass. As the brunette sucked Wendy off in her delirious greed, Marie switched on the long cock and eased it into her cunt.
Instantly Gayle shuddered with excitement and started swinging her hips. While she went down on Wendy, Marie pistoned the vibrator rapidly in and out of the young housewife's hotly sucking pussy, waiting until Gayle was climaxing in furious spasms.
Quickly Marie slipped the plastic prick out and before Gayle knew what was happening, the blonde had placed the quivering tip directly against her naked asshole.
She thrust it in with all her might.
A blazing shock ripped through .Gayle's tender ass, so fierce she couldn't catch her breath. She raised her face from between Wendy's moist thighs. She stared with unseeing eyes ahead of her, her lips working soundlessly, her body spasming in horror and agony from head to toe.
Gayle had felt her husband's cock rammed up there many times. But her husband's prick wasn't made of solid plastic, didn't catch her with total surprise and did not quiver and hum frantically the way the vibrator did.
In Marie's hands right now, it was a cunning instrument of torture. The blonde wasn't just stroking it, she was twisting and grinding it in a slow agony up Gayle's tender asshole, pumping it in and out with cruel wriggling motions.
Tom watched his mother rape the stunned brunette, stared at the feverish excitement on her face with surprise. His mother was full of surprises, he was finding out, all of them shocking and lustful. His little sister also had her share of surprises, he found out a moment later when he realized there was a naked, hot young ass weaving in front of his face.
Wendy was suddenly forcing her brother on his back on the mattress, using her ripe ass for pressure. She sat on his face and rubbed her dripping cunt hotly against his mouth, hunching over and playing with his limp cock. Tom found himself eating her pussy once more, wondering if the crazy little mink would ever get enough.
It was a question that had already occurred to her every time someone went down on her, whether it was Tom or her mother or the sexy brunette. No matter how many times she got her rocks off, no matter how many fierce orgasms her madly sucking little cunt had, each lewd clash only fired a maddening hunger for more.
But it was only the newness, the wild novelty of sex that had her in its grip now. Her luscious pussy had suddenly discovered its true purpose in life, and with childish, overwhelming greed, Wendy wanted more and more and more, like a brat let loose in an ice-cream parlor.
Coupled with the exciting novelty was her deep natural passion, which was awakening too fast and too violently, so that when the glitter of newness faded, Wendy would be faced with a relentless, insatiable hunger that would crave almost constant satisfaction.
She was quickly becoming a switch-hitting nymphomaniac, thanks largely to her brother and mother.
She was sucking Tom off eagerly now and he was startled that his cock rose again so quickly after all the heavy action it had seen today. Her juicy young cunt wriggled in a frenzy on his face meanwhile, so that he could no longer watch his lust-inspired mother raping Gayle's helpless ass.
Only Gayle wasn't waiting in agony any more. Marie had also rammed two fingers up her soaked pussy and was now finger-fucking her simultaneously as she ravaged her creamy ass with the vibrator. This was not out of unselfishness, but simple lust. The sight of the brunette's silky ass shuddering in terror had aroused the blonde intensely. Since masturbating her daughter, Marie had discovered she loved the feel of a hot, wild pussy thrashing on her fingers.
Gayle was climaxing feverishly. One arm reached out so she could squeeze Wendy's swinging ass. A moment later she'd slipped her finger up the girl's asshole while Tom ate her pussy. Wendy came in delirious shudders of bliss.
The brunette returned to her house after that, temporarily sated. And now hooked on hot young girls as well as her earliest true love, massive pricks.
But before Gayle left, Marie gave her the nurse's phone number. She only told Gayle that Christ was sleek and wanton and eager, conveniently omitting her bizarre love of games, of whips and ropes and merciless teasing.
She would let the horny young housewife find that out for herself. The thought brought a delicious smile to Marie's ripe lips.
Following the wild orgy, it was Marie who showered with her daughter this time. But there were no more torrid climaxes, just a sensuous caressing and sudsing down, some lascivious tit-sucking and teasing, but that was all.
Marie wanted Wendy in eager condition tonight for her rugged father. Marie only hoped the idea didn't backfire. But gazing at her softly curved, sweet-lipped daughter, the blonde decided he would have to be awfully cold-blooded to turn Wendy down.
And Joe Livingston was anything but coldblooded. What Marie aimed for was a sort of open house for the whole family, so that Wendy could sleep with her and Joe, or with Tom. Or so that Marie could sleep with Tom, or with Tom and Wendy, as the whim struck her.
Marie didn't want any swapping arrangements with Gayle and her husband. The brunette could join into the family orgies as she pleased, but Wendy would be kept securely at home every night.
For all practical purposes, the girl had a gold-plated pussy.
Marie was not aware that her lovely daughter also had a lust-plated mouth, or that Tom had planted a time bomb in her mind by telling Wendy about Amy Potter.
Wendy now planned, secretly, to become the most popular cocksucker in town. After all, the more cum she gulped down, the sexier she would get. And Wendy was already fantasizing in her mind about turning other girls on to what her mother had taught her, close friends of hers, like Jenny Wilson or even Margie Hanks.
Thus did Wendy Livingston wake up an innocent virgin that morning, lose her cherry to her big brother, become seduced and corrupted by her mother, have a depraved orgy with both of them and the sexy brunette housewife next door. She planned to go down on and swing with her father that night, and hoped to become the most popular cocksucker and pussy-eater in town.
She was indeed an adorably cute young thing--and a smoldering time bomb of lust.
Chapter Seven
On this peaceful evening, Joe Livingston sat in his den, reluctantly poring over bills. People were always complimenting him on his beautiful family, on his gorgeous wife and healthy kids, but did the assholes ever stop to think what it cost to raise a family nowadays?
Most of them knew, of course, but Joe was just being irritable tonight.
For one thing, he was extremely horny. Not for his wife, though. He sort of took his wife for granted after eighteen years of marriage, although Marie was still a luscious, eager piece of ass. Normally, Joe was supposed to go bowling with the boys tonight, but he hadn't gone bowling for months now.
What he had been doing was knocking off a steady piece on the side, a passionate young secretary of nineteen who just couldn't get enough of his enormous prick, and who used to come with loud whoops, like a whooping crane.
The secretary, unfortunately, had just gotten married a couple of days ago, and it came as much of a surprise to her as it did to Joe. Although she didn't strike him as the sweet, faithful type, she told Joe she'd give it a try and let him know how it worked out in a couple of weeks. She'd married a real-estate broker, and the way housing was going, Joe didn't blame her.
Which left him edgy, horny and irritable tonight.
Marie had gone somewhere, to one of her endless meetings, and Tom was out prowling the local ass. Which left Wendy in the house, watching television. Joe guzzled half a can of beer and slapped it down on his desk.
He had a hard-on that felt like nine inches of throbbing pig-iron. His mind Tan over possibilities. There was Harry's wife, but
Harry would be home tonight, for a change. There was a hot bank teller Joe had serviced twice a week for almost six months, but he'd dumped her a few weeks ago, because she was getting too heavy with him. Joe never went back once he dumped them.
There were two other married women that were after him, but Joe wouldn't touch them with kid gloves. They smelled like trouble to his fine instincts. The same for a girl who worked in the library and who'd slipped him her phone number with a fervent little love note. Joe's wife was on the library committee, and that could lead to trouble easily.
Dismally, Joe finished off his beer and lit a cigarette, thinking. He'd replace the secretary, no sweat over that, but it would take a few days. He was concerned about tonight, dammit.
Of course, he could always screw his beautiful wife, but where was the challenge in that?
There was a soft knock on his door and he grunted, "Come in!"
Wendy came in, shutting the door behind her. She came around his desk and stared at him solemnly. She wore a thin T-shirt and tight jeans. He stared at her plump tits with admiration. His girl was growing up, by God, and he felt a surge of fatherly pride. He also felt a sharp tingle in his hammering prick.
"What is it, honey?" he asked patiently.
"I sinned, Daddy," she said.
"What?"
"I did something bad and I want you to punish me. Spank me, Daddy. I deserve punishment."
He sighed. "What horrible sin did you commit?"
"I masturbated," Wendy said, wide-eyed.
Joe's face flushed. Since when was jerking off a sin? If that was true, the whole world would go to hell except for two or three nuns.
"Well, hell, Wendy, that's not so awful," Joe said.
"But Daddy, I lost my cherry! I mean, that's what happens when you masturbate, isn't it?"
Joe coughed, trying to avoid her direct gaze. Goddamn, if he stood up, she'd see his hard-on and faint from shock.
"Not exactly, honey," he told her, red-faced.
"Well, did I or didn't I?" Wendy demanded. Before he could reply, she was suddenly unzipping her jeans. "I want you to examine me, Daddy, and tell me if I did or I didn't. Right now!"
"Your mother is supposed t-to do that, Wendy," he stammered, unable to take his eyes off her as she calmly took off her jeans and then her panties. Now she stood before her father, wearing only her T-shirt, naked from her dimpled bellybutton down. Joe's eyes raked over her softly curved hips, her tawny thighs and curly, golden cunt hairs and silky legs. His prick pounded furiously in his pants.
What kind of a guy would think of fucking his daugher? The moral issues swam in Joe's mind as he gaped at Wendy's soft glowing flesh. She grabbed one of his hands and separated his middle finger.
"Now you tell me, Daddy," she whispered, eyes blazing as she rubbed his fingertip across her juicy wet cuntlips. "Put your finger up there and tell me whether I lost my cherry or not!"
The moment Wendy pressed his finger into her hot, squirming pussy, he knew he was lost.
Moaning, the girl climbed up on his lap facing him now, lustfully pumping her cunt on his hand, oozing warm honey onto his palm. Wendy quickly stripped off her T-shirt and pressed her burning tits against his face* still fucking his finger in wanton swings of her naked ass.
The feel of his daughter's hotly sucking pussy on his finger and her silky tits rubbing against his mouth shattered the last of Joe's control.
With a feverish groan, he sucked on one hot tit, ramming his finger deep in her small cunt to make Wendy shudder with passion. She fumbled with the zipper on his pants and a few struggling moments later had his enormous, throbbing prick in her hands, making sounds of urgent excitement.
As fast as Joe pulled his finger out, Wendy had the boiling knob of his cock rammed in her eager cunt. Delicious, lustful sensations rippled through her pussy at the mere contact of her father's cock. Wendy hadn't had sex for more than six straight hours today. For her tender, obsessed pussy, it seemed like a painfully long time!
"Oh, Daddy, it's so big!" she sobbed. She was about to come, even though Joe had only four pounding inches inside her luscious pussy.
Again, events moved with blurring swiftness in the Livingston household. One minute Joe had been gnawing with frustration, wondering where he was going to get a hot piece tonight and the next, his sweet, passionate young daughter was squriming and thrashing her fantastic little cunt on his prick.
While the girl moaned and jerked lustfully on his cock, pouring cunt juice down along his meat, shooting fierce, delicious thrills over his prick, Joe realized he did not like this position and never had. Even though Wendy's tits were rubbing on his face and he could stroke and squeeze her naked, burning ass in his hands, he could not show his stuff, thrust and pound his huge cock with savage relish in her tiny cunt. Joe felt trapped and immobile like this, in spite of Wendy's fierce excitement. She shuddered and sobbed now with a wild orgasm, whipping her cunt in a growing frenzy on his stiff prick. And it occurred to Joe that she could not possibly be a cherry.
Not because she wasn't tight and juicy, but she seemed to know what she was doing and he hadn't heard a single cry of pain even though his cock was big and hard enough to rip up the finest. A wave of anger coursed through him, mingling with the hot thrills on his cock. This was hardly the time to ask Wendy who took her cherry, but it was a father's rage, deep and protective.
Besides, he felt cheated out of the honor himself.
He shoved his chair back and stood up, carrying his daughter with him, her legs wrapped around his waist and her ass still swinging with lust. Holding her butt with one large hand, Joe used the other to sweep everything off his desk and onto the floor.
He placed her ass on the desk, holding the ripe cheeks firmly in his hands. Now he could lunge, in control of the fucking, and he felt much better. Standing between his daughter's dripping thighs, he began working his long prick deep inside her with slow, relentless thrusts.
Wendy liked the change better, too. She leaned back on her elbows and feverishly tried to ride up her father's thick hard-on like climbing up a pole. She could watch her progress, watch in obscene fascination as her pulsing cunt sucked up his slowly lunging prick, his meat slippery with her juices.
While she was naked, he was still dressed, with his cock shoved out of his pants. It gave the whole encounter a furtive, guilty air that Wendy loved.
"Fuck me, Daddy," she whispered, her tits bouncing and sweating, her ass wriggling in his powerful hands. "Fuck me harder, mmmmmm! Oh, Daddy, Daddy, gooooood!"
Joe's overpowering lust and the feel of her silken hot little cunt drove him on, even though he was shocked. She didn't seem like his innocent, adorable teenage daughter at this moment. This wild-eyed, sensuously fucking little fox was a stranger to him, but Jesus, what a juicy, boiling cunt! Hotter, younger, wilder than anything he'd ever had, including his wife, who was a cherry when he married her.
Now Wendy drew up her knees and dug her bare feet onto his chest, trying to suck more of his burning cock inside her hotly dripping slit. To her feverish mind, it was far more exciting to fuck her ruggedly built father than her strapping brother. She began coming, shaking her naked ass in his hands, stroking her tits in wanton joy, gushing her hot cunt juice over his pumping cock in tiny torrents.
Sweet, boiling pussy! Joe thought, grunting with pleasure as he worked another half-inch inside her madly trembling cunt-flesh. Dog-style was his favorite position, so he could play and watch their ripe naked asses while he battered their cunts, but he didn't want to change while Wendy was spasming and crying with her climax. He knew how to intensify her lust too, which he did now.
Holding her ass with one huge hand, Joe used his other one to tease her fat little clit with his thumb, stroking it rapidly to make the panting girl scream in maddening excitement. She would be a knock-out in a few more years, Joe realized as he fucked her to a brutal, relentless tempo, a dreamy, lusciously curved blonde knock-out like her mother. She'd probably used this tight, wild little cunt to drive men up the wall.
Joe was deeply proud of his staying power. In spite of the silky heat and sucking thrills of her young pussy on his cock, he held his tempo without strain. Once he screwed a woman, particularly if they were married, he had a hard time getting rid of them. Joe concluded that a lot of husbands were selfish animals, who rammed it in and came as quickly as possible. But Joe had found out from talking to his various partners over the years, that even if their husbands did shoot off to quickly, the cardinal sin that left their wives frustrated and angry was to leave them aching for release.
He could feel his feverish daughter's wild cunt beginning to suck up his knot of jism now, powerful, searing spasms of her cunt-flesh greedily trying to drain his load. In spite of his stamina, Joe gasped and hung tightly onto her shuddering hips as he shot off his enormous load of cum, torrents of boiling jism that flooded Wendy's eager pussy, Groaning, he slipped his limp cock out of her trembling cunt. Wendy was quickly scrambling around on his desk, hefting his cock in her fingers and showering kisses on it. Again Joe was astonished at her unashamed lust and greed. His prick was up in less than a minute, hard and throbbing with lewd power.
Standing in front of his desk, he held his daughter's head in his hands as she began sucking him off passionately. Her mouth was a boiling, feverishly sucking mass of fire like her hot little pussy. He'd wanted to question her, find out who took her cherry, and more important, whether she'd told her mother.
Because if she had, and Marie had hid it from him, he'd be in a rage. A guy had a right to know if his daughter was screwing around. But Wendy hadn't given him a chance, starting her fiery blow job the moment he'd shot off inside her. She had her mother's wild passion, that was for sure. Wilder, in fact, and that thought disturbed him. She went at cocksucking with all her feverish attention, jerking his meat in her hot fist while she whipped her churning mouth back and forth, deep moans of lust coming from her throat. God-damnit, she wasn't new at this either!
For a few blissful minutes, Joe basked in the delicious thrills her tight, madly sucking mouth was inflicting on his long prick. It was obvious to him now that she'd come boldly on to him, that her masturbating story was pure bullshit. She'd desperately wanted to make it with him and she'd caught him by total surprise.
But with an eye to the future, Joe realized she was a terrific little piece of ass, a wanton, swinging young animal who was now giving him one of the best blow jobs of his life. Not artistic or teasing or skilled like her mother, but a burning, ball-tihgling assault with her frenzied hot lips and tongue. And where had she learned to suck a cock like that?
She was hunched on her knees on his desk, giving him a wildly thrilling blowjob. Joe stared down at her and knew he'd solved the eternal ass-on-the-side problem for the next few years, anyway. But he'd have to coach her on secrecy, because if his wife ever found out. . . . Joe shuddered, not wanting to think about it. Marie was beautiful, still a loving, juice piece of ass, but so square and respectable and wholesome he knew she'd faint in horror if she ever found out.
As he watched his frantic daughter suck him off, Joe couldn't keep his eyes off her satiny, trembling ass. A vengeful thought struck him. Okay, someone had obviously gotten her cherry first, but had they taken that cherry?
She had a gorgeous ass like her mother, still ripening, but already curved with sensuous, delicious invitation. Joe moved quickly now.
He thrust her head away from his hard-on. Wendy cried out in anger, still clutching his hot cock in her greedy fist. He pried her fingers loose with an effort, marveling at her childish greed. You'd think he was taking away the last lollipop in the world from her!
"Turn over on your knees," he said hoarsely.
Quickly, Wendy obeyed, too aroused to argue. She really wanted his cum pouring down her throat, remembering what Tom had told her about Amy Potter. In her current state of maddening excitement, she would have gladly wagged her ass and barked like a dog to get her rocks off again.
Joe gripped her naked ass tightly, realizing he was still dressed, that his long cock bristled out of his pants with obscene power, a crimson pole of lust. For a minute he pumped the upper half into her squirming pink cunt slit, wetting his cock down.
Then he slid his cock out and before Wendy realized what was happening, her father had spread her asscheeks wide and forced his flaming knob squarely against her tiny, helpless pink asshole.
He let her have it with ferocious might, slamming his prick deep in her boiling asshole. A high keening screech rolled out of Wendy's lips and hot tears stung her eyes as the searing, pounding pressure up her ass tore through her like bolts of torture.
"Just . . . aaaah . . . just take it easy now, baby," Joe rasped, letting it throb deep inside her while he savored the juicy heat of her shit-ter. It was a dirty trick to pull on his daughter, but he was convinced her asshole at least was a cherry. Now he began stroking gently, creating a wild friction against her shithole and his massive prick, making Wendy huddle and sob hysterically on his desk.
Her mother had cried at first too, and uf those days women weren't quite so enlightened. She wouldn't talk to him for a week. She'd gotten used to it quickly, and then had learned to love it and crave it up her silken ass.
Just how hotly Marie craved it Joe couldn't begin to guess.
Wendy was pounding her fists on his desk in helpless agony. But with each brutal thrust, the pain lessened and the fiery torment up her tender asshole became fused with a deep obscene excitement. Her whirling mind told her she was being raped in the ass by her daddy. It sounded so depraved, so wantonly exciting. And it felt so tormenting and profoundly lustful that Wendy was actually starting to climax from sheer hot anguish.
Joe was pounding her satiny, quivering butt, stinging and tickling her asshole to fill her with shattering pain and ecstasy. She was swinging her ass deliriously and fighting for breath at the same time.
The fierce thrills racing up Joe's cock reminded him once more that he'd solved a frustrating problem. He swore to himself he'd go easy on Wendy when he found out how she'd lost her cherry.
He slipped his long prick out of her naked, trembling ass and wiped it with a kleenex while Wendy huddled and sobbed on the desk. In a rush of fatherly tenderness, Joe held her in his arms and slumped back in his chair, letting her sobs subside.
"Now," he said softly, "you wanted to be punished and that was your punishment, angel. But I want you to tell me something, and I want the truth. Because you know I know when you're lying to me. Right?"
Sniffling, Wendy nodded, squirming her burning ass on his lap lasciviously. Christ, did she ever get enough?
"Who took your cherry, and when?" he asked her.
Wendy stared into his steel-gray eyes, knowing she couldn't lie.
"Tom," she whispered. "But I did it, Daddy," she rushed on to protect her big brother. "It was my idea, honest. I chased him into the shower and begged him to!"
That wasn't the exact truth, but it helped.
Joe bristled with silent rage. That horny sonofabitch! His own little sister! Taking advantage of an innocent little girl like that.
But before he got carried away with his indignant fury, Joe had to admit that Wendy had come on to him, too. He hadn't hesitated for a minute to fuck her. Or to rape her gorgeous young ass, either.
"When?" he asked.
"This morning. In the shower."
Joe frowned, deep in thought. What bothered him more than anything else was the fact that his son beat him to it, the bastard! Joe might have to share his luscious daughter with his son, a prospect that did not leave him in a cheerful mood.
"He's having sex with the woman next door, too," Wendy volunteered proudly. "He told me," she finished, almost spilling out the truth about the orgy today.
Joe felt a stab of envy and a rush of fatherly pride. The sonofabitch was doing all right for himself these days. The brunette next door was hotly stacked, although Tom had better watch out for her husband. In that respect, Joe could give him some valuable advice, having made it with married women for more than fifteen years on a steady basis.
But Joe needed time to figure out what he was going to do about Tom, a day or two to think it over. He'd cool down by then, have a man-to-man talk with his kid, explain if he ever caught him screwing his little sister again, Joe would put him in the hospital.
That way he'd have Wendy to himself, a thought that cheered him up considerably.
There were a number of shocking realizations facing Joe Livingston in the next few days, but his wife had carefully planned it so they would come out by degrees. She knew Joe's temper and knew that if she doled the truth out to him bit by bit, he would gradually absorb it.
So Marie's plan began that night, while she and Joe were asleep. Wendy slipped into their bedroom and crawled into their bed, between Joe and Marie. He woke up, pretended to be shocked, but then Wendy cunningly referred to what happened in his den earlier that night. Now it was Marie's turn to be horrified. And then, to Joe's astonishment and relief, Marie forgave him on the spot.
But the eye-opening process lasted all night for Joe, because to his amazement and wild excitement, Wendy had sex with him first in front of his wife. Then she proceeded to go down on Marie, a sight that made Joe's blood pound with profound lust, his lovely daughter and his strikingly sexy wife making it together right before his eyes.
This was followed by sixty-nine between Marie and Wendy, which gave Joe the biggest hard-on of his life. And again he knew this wasn't the first time for either of them, not judging by the way they sucked each other off, as if they'd rehearsed it with obscene relish.
In the course of that long, lust-crazed night, Joe got his rocks off so many times he lost count, with both his wife and his passionate daughter. From that night on, Wendy slept between the couple.
The truth came out by painless degrees, as Marie planned. A few nights later Joe made it with Gayle, while the brunette's husband was out of town. In fact, the lewd, insatiable young housewife spent the night with Joe and Marie, while Wendy slept with Tom, a fact that did not enrage Joe any more.
Then Joe watched Wendy and Gayle make it, the hot, sensuous brunette and his soft, silken-curved daughter so sexy together Joe almost shot off watching them.
And if the Livingstons were a close-knit family before Wendy's sexual awakening at the hands of her mother and big brother, they were an openly affectionate and wildly swinging family now, on the surface a typically wholesome middle-class American family unit.
But it wasn't all smooth, harmonious bliss. Wendy was a walking timebomb of passion, making it with both boys and girls in school, a source of deep concern to her parents. But she was discreet and sharp as well as lustful, which soothed their fears somewhat.
Still, they could only wait, and watch, and wonder about the wild-eyed, hot-lipped, lusciously curved blonde as she grew into a stunning woman.
