As Sally Peterson stood before her full length bedroom mirror, she admired her trim, magnificent form.
Sally wore her bright red bikini, and as she examined every crevice and line in her form, she couldn't help but be impressed by the way that she had preserved herself.
She was thirty-nine years of age, and had a fifteen-year-old son, but one would never know it from looking at her. Her brown hair was kept in a dazzling condition through periodic trips to the beauty parlor and her body managed to maintain the firmness that it possessed when she was a young girl, as a result of careful exercise and moderate diet.
Sally observed her firm breasts, watching the manner in which they jutted out of her bikini top. She was proud of her breasts, and did exercises every morning in an attempt to preserve them in their bountiful condition.
As for her legs, she preserved them precisely, and it had been well worth the effort. The primness of the long lines and the sleekness observable by the manner in which her creamy white legs tapered from her thighs to her ankles caused Sally to feel justifiably proud.
Her bikini that she wore was her most enticing, and a few stray brown pubic hairs were observable in its bottom.
Despite feeling proud of her body, however, Sally Peterson couldn't help but feel sexually frustrated.
It had all started when her husband, Jerry, who for years had worked in relative obscurity as a college professor, suddenly became famous by writing a novel.
He had been working on the book for some years, and Sally had finally concluded that she would be lucky if he ever finished it, much less get it published.
Then one day he made a submission and received an acceptance promptly thereafter. An advertising campaign was launched, and Jerry's book was an almost instant success.
As a part of the sales campaign, the publishers of the book had Jerry take a nationwide tour plugging the book. He took a leave of absence at the university where he taught, and proceeded to make appearances at television stations and bookstores throughout the country.
In the last month, Sally was restricted to communicating with her now famous husband through the mail and telephone.
She walked out of the bedroom, heading downstairs. She intended to spend some time at the backyard pool, where she would encounter her son Scott, who was taking a swim.
The hotter that Sally became for sex, and the more frustrated she felt over being deprived of it, the more angry she grew about some of the feelings that were surfacing in her.
Her anger stemmed from frustration, and recently as she took long looks at her son Scott, she couldn't help but feel some form of titillation.
As she walked into the backyard and observed Scott swimming in the pool, those same feelings of excitement rippled through her body.
She tried to tell herself she was crazy, that she didn't know what she was doing. But she had a good deal of difficulty believing that. She was just too excited over all that was happening to her.
With Jerry gone, she couldn't help but feel an attraction toward her own son, who reminded her so much of his father when he was very young.
Scott climbed out of the pool after taking a few brisk laps. He grabbed a white towel and briskly ran it over his hair, then the rest of his body.
"I'd like an afternoon swim, I guess," Sally called out.
"Hello, Mom. Getting a little exercise."
"That's very good. You've got a nice trim body. You keep exercising, and it will stay that way."
"Speaking of great bodies, you sure look fantastic," Scott looked over at his mother and beamed proudly. "You know, the last time we had an open house at school, the guys that didn't know you thought that you were my girlfriend."
"That's stretching it a little too far," Sally laughed, stretching out on a chaise lounge.
"Well, at least my sister."
"A much older sister," Sally chuckled.
"No, not much older at all," Scott said.
Even though Sally was playing down the compliment, the swelling anxieties were rising dramatically within her as he spoke.
She was happy that he was conscious of her physical attributes, and she couldn't help but wonder just how attracted to her he really might be. That is, down beneath the surface.
As she stretched out on the chaise lounge, she let her long, smooth legs dangle at an angle. She couldn't help but look appealing and it was anything but strange that her own son was looking at her with mounting interest.
Her eyes remained partially closed, open just enough to observe Scott's reaction out of the corners of her eyes.
It made Sally feel thrilled to know that her son was watching her with such interest. She recognized that he probably wasn't even aware of the emotion that was surfacing within his young, aggressive body. From there on it would be up to her, provided that she chose to take the kind of risk that getting involved with her own son would hinge upon.
Sally lay on the lounge for several minutes then eased her body upward slowly. She began to strut around the pool, letting her buttocks wiggle ever so suggestively, just enough to give Scott a good impression of what was going on.
He watched her every move and the manner in which she angled her ass-cheeks caused Scott to feel a steadily deepening hunger.
He looked down once more at her smooth, sleek legs, and he yearned to reach out and touch their silky surface.
She turned and walked back toward him, thrusting her body forward in such a way that her lovely, perfectly formed breasts were shown off to brilliant advantage.
The longer Scott watched his mother, the greater the realization came to him as to how profound his feelings truly were.
The import of the moment did not significantly reach him until his penis began to harden beneath his trunks.
Even though Sally was making a point to keep her eyes looking straight ahead, she still continued to observe her son's reaction out of the corners of her eyes.
She spotted the telltale sign, that of his developing erection, as she watched.
"I feel like stretching out a little," she smiled.
"Why don't you jump in the pool?"
"No, I don't feel like getting wet now. I think I'll just stretch out again on the lounge."
Sally walked ever so slowly back to the lounge, letting her lovely body sway as she moved toward it.
She stretched out on the lounge, then looked at Scott and smiled. She licked her ruby red lips, then showed her even white teeth.
Scott's penis hardened some more as he took a longer look at his beautiful mother.
"You sure do look good," he said softly.
"You know, honey," she said, "I have been concerned about some of those girls you have been dating."
"I know you have. Why?"
"I don't think they're good enough for you," Sally said with deep sincerity, looking into her son's eyes.
"Who knows, maybe you're right. I'm a young guy, Mom, and I need to get my experiences somewhere."
"Just see to it that they aren't the wrong kind of experiences."
"I'll try," he smiled sheepishly.
Sally decided at that point to try a bold move. She leaned over and let the fingers of her right hand stroke her son's hair ever so gently. It could have been nothing more than motherly affection, but it was obvious from the manner in which she was stroking, along with the intent look in her eyes, that it represented more than the normal mother-son affection.
Scott appeared mesmerized by what his mother was doing to him. The moment that her fingers came into contact with his hair, his whole body stiffened and his prick hardened to full length.
"You look so damned good," he said in a little more than a whisper.
"Would you like me to kiss you?"
"Oh yes," Scott sighed.
Sally moved her head forward quickly, puckering up, then permitting her sexy red lips to crash against his.
The lips met with blissful enthusiasm, and supercharged bolts of electricity shot throughout his entire body.
The moment that Scott's body began to tremble, Sally immediately recognized the extent to which she had pushed him.
She continued to let her lips remain locked against his, allowing the tempo to accelerate all the more rapidly.
She finally released her lips from his, and as she did so, she reached out with both hands and ran her fingertips smoothly over Scott's skin.
"Did you like the kiss?" she asked softly.
"Yes, but this time I want to do it inside your mouth."
Scott suddenly seized the initiative, slipping his tongue quickly inside his mother's mouth.
While their tongues meshed in dramatic excitement, Scott allowed his right hand to maneuver its way inside her bikini top.
His fingers circulated briskly over his mother's breasts and at that dramatic point in time Scott began to truly understand just how far he had come in such a short period of time.
It had started in the form of a harmless admiration but the fires of sexual passion were steadily building.
The heat accelerated throughout Scott's loins, and his body trembled as he leaned forward and put everything he had into his tongue efforts.
The faster that Scott circulated his fingers over her hot breasts, the quicker that his tongue slid and rotated inside her mouth.
By the time that Scott finally released his tongue from Sally's mouth, his mother was totally overcome with excitement.
She reached out instinctively with her right hand, letting it slip beneath his trunks. She touched the tip of his huge, bulging rod, then permitted her fingers to work their way dramatically up along its base.
"It feels so good to touch you," she exclaimed.
"Oh, Mom, your fingers feel so great," he sighed, his body twisting back and forth as she worked her fingers up and down the length of his entire rod.
She kept up the steady finger activity and all the while her son Scott was burning up with anxiety.
"I want to see you naked," Scott said. "I want you to take your clothes off."
Suddenly she released her fingers from his long cock.
"Let's go to the house, baby, let's go into the bedroom," she beckoned, looking at him with great intensity.
"Oh yes, I need you right now," Scott said urgently.
They got up slowly from the lounging chairs, strolling hand in hand back into the house.
Several times Sally looked down at Scott's huge bulge. As she appraised it, she felt obliged to work her fingers inside the trunks and tug on his cock.
"I can't keep my hands off this," she laughed.
Suddenly the acute frustrations that she had felt ever since her husband Jerry had gone off on his nationwide tour plugging his book became a thing of the past.
She could conjure up only one thought-that of pleasing Scott to the ultimate of her ability.
CHAPTER TWO
A steadily panting Sally quickly undid her bikini top.
Her nervous fingers shook as she removed the straps and let the bikini top fall casually to the floor.
The moment that Scott observed her two magnificent bosoms freeing themselves from the material, his cock froze with passionate determination. He just had to have this beautiful woman, even if she did happen to be his own mother.
Sally's determined but trembling fingers then proceeded to work their way down to her bikini bottom. Her entire body wiggled as she slipped her fingers against the materal, then slid the bikini down her legs.
Scott watched in awe, observing the material sliding smoothly down his mother's creamy thighs. She played the passionate activity to the hilt, removing the bikini bottom slowly enough to where Scott would receive a stirring strip-tease. That way he would get even hotter, reaching the point where he would seek to devour his beautiful mother.
The longer that she worked her fingers on her bikini bottom, the lower she slid it and the more that Scott was able to see.
When he got his first glimpse of his mother's brown pubic mound and the red willing vagina which rested beneath it, his heart began to pound thunderously.
She stepped out of the bikini bottom, then walked slowly toward him. As she moved her sinuous hips in a rhythmic manner he was certain that he had never seen anything any more beautiful than his mother at that moment.
She threw her arms around him, planting a firm kiss on Scott's lips.
Scott's body jerked back and forth several times, after which she released her lips from his.
She looked down at his trunks, then worked her fingers against them. She pulled at the material, then moved the trunks skillfully down his legs.
"I've got to get at your cock," she told him bluntly.
"Do anything you want. Now don't stop for anything."
"Don't worry, baby, I'm not about to."
She removed his trunks, then reached out with her right hand and seized a hold on his penis.
She touched the tip at first, tickling it ever so daintily with her fingertips.
"My God, what you are doing to me," he gasped. "I feel so good. I'm burning up all over. That's really the way to ignite my cock."
"I figured you'd like it. Your father always does."
"It's such a beautiful movement."
"Is it nice and smooth."
"It sure is."
"So is your prick," she smiled. "It's just like silk, honey."
Her fingers ran over the tip of her son's rigid penis. She then began to run the fingers down the surface of the long organ.
Sally slid the fingers up and down quickly, picking up additional momentum at every point.
"Keep moving those fingers," he gasped. "I really like what you're doing, baby."
With vigorous determination, Sally kept on working her fingers up and down his huge rod. The longer that she pumped, the greater the feeling of excitement that reeled throughout her body.
She could see the hunger developing within her. She just had to have some quick release, and the best way was through affirmatively taking action with her son's prick.
The hunger became so intense that she knew she had to slip her tongue over his huge bulging organ. That would be the only way that she could secure the kind of satisfaction that she so vitally needed.
Sally dropped dramatically to her knees, allowing her tongue to slide over the tip of his huge searing pecker.
Back and forth he began to slide his prick as her tongue slid over it, and his body began to weave and sway.
While Scott's body twisted and turned, Sally reached out and grabbed his thick thighs.
Her fingers steadily worked on his thighs, then dropped down toward his ankles. All the while she kept up her searing movements over the tip of his long dick.
She loved clamping her tongue against the tip of his erect organ, and his long, lean body began to react more favorably than ever to her stroking movements.
His body was reduced to a series of twists and turns as she kept up her searing pace, beginning to extend her tongue to the base of his cock.
She felt compelled to provide every inch of his long penis with plenty of enthusiastic sensations.
Up and down she slid the long tongue, colliding with his huge prick.
He rolled around on the bed, his ass-cheeks rolling against the bedspread as she kept up her searching movements.
While her tongue continued to connect with his hard rod, she maneuvered the fingers of her right hand against his balls.
The finger contact heightened the anticipatory responses within him. The electricity generated itself with searing impact as he kept up his finger and tongue movements.
He kept on working his tongue smoothly, letting it slide against her skin.
"Keep sucking me," he called out.
While Sally's tongue continued to make contact with her son's dick, he reached out with both hands, letting them run through her hair.
He liked providing his beautiful mother with additional sensations while she trained her tongue convincingly and excitedly over his-penis.
The longer that she toyed with his balls, the hotter the sensations that began to generate inside him.
The white heat was building, and soon he knew that he would be orgasming inside her mouth. It felt strange to Scott to be in that kind of position, one in which he would be deluging his mother's mouth with his sperm.
It was one thing to do it with the young girls he knew at school, but it was quite different to be getting those sensations from his own mother.
He could tell from the spirit she put into her movements that she appeared to be even more intensely committed to her efforts than the girls at school had been.
Every time that she pumped he knew that she was putting everything that she had into her efforts. That made him all the happier. If there was one thing that Scott liked, it was being sucked by a woman who was totally committed to what she was doing.
Her fingers probed his balls with skilled grace, and his body began to rock more noticeably than ever as he bounced up and down on the bed.
"Suck me off," he cried out impatiently. "Go after my juices, baby. I want to spray into your mouth. It will make me feel so wonderful to shoot inside you. I want you to eat my juice, I want you to eat every drop of it. I can hardly wait to spray it inside you."
His words of encouragement served only to excite her all the more. She worked her tongue with every ounce of passionate energy that she could muster, driving him ever closer to the big moment of climax.
She integrated her movements beautifully, making the brisk finger contact against his balls while she kept up the sucking sensations.
She integrated her movements beautifully, moving more gracefully than she could ever remember.
It shocked her to recognize just how excited she could become by going down on her own son's cock. It embarrassed her a little to have to admit to herself that she hadn't displayed that kind of enthusiasm the last time she had sucked Jerry's cock. As a matter-of-fact, she had gotten kind of bored sucking off her husband, and was only disposed toward doing it when he made a particular fuss about it.
But Scott afforded a totally different proposition. She liked his long, hard cock and it thrilled her the way his trim, athletic body would sway and rock every time that she put her tongue to work on his fervent prick.
Her head bobbed eagerly, and her fingers made their way sweepingly with great passion over his balls.
The spirited sucking continued and he moved ever closer to climax, his whole body alive with passionate sensations. He enjoyed every stimulating sucking movement she put forward.
"Keep it up, I'm practically there," he exclaimed.
Scott needed additional contact with his mother. He released his fingers quickly from her hair, then let them come to rest against her back.
Scott squeezed his mother's smooth, firm back, touching the warm skin as she kept on with her sucking movements.
"Keep driving your tongue," he exclaimed. "Work your tongue, keep up the fast pace, baby, I want it, I need it, I need to release my juices."
The hot strokes pushed him into a torrent of sexual excitement out of which he would not escape until the white juices had spilled out of the end of his penis and into her mouth.
She kept on tugging at her son's balls, and as his body trembled uncontrollably, Sally realized just how close he had drawn to the ultimate moment of climax.
"I'm just about there," he said. "You're doing beautifully, baby, your tongue is working like a charm. Keep it moving, keep it sliding, I want it. I want your tongue movements."
The driving efforts continued, and finally the first few droplets of white orgasmic liquid began to spill out of the end of his cock.
The fires within him reached an all-time high and his legs trembled.
She kept on toying with his balls, right up until the very end.
Sally devoured the first few droplets of his sperm, then awaited the spirited orgasm that she knew would immediately follow.
The thick creamy gobs of sperm then bolted out of the end of his long fiery rod.
His loins were on fire with passionate satisfaction as he released the orgasmic fluid from his cock and into his mother's waiting mouth.
Sally had worked long and diligently for his load, and now that she was devouring it, she made certain that she enjoyed every bit of it.
She slurped and sucked with everything that she was worth, determined not to let so much as one drop escape from her mouth.
The steady stream kept on voluminously spurting into Sally's mouth, and she eagerly attacked his orgasm.
Only a few tiny droplets escaped out of the right side of her mouth. Aside from that, Sally managed to succeed in swallowing his entire load.
It was with great satisfaction that she removed her tongue from his penis.
Scott was not able to heave a sigh of relief until it was all over.
"You're too much, Mom," Scott said.
"So was your cock."
"You really handled it beautifully. You were like a human suction cup."
Sally burst into laughter.
"I guess that's supposed to be a compliment," she said.
"It sure is. It's about the finest compliment that I can pay."
"That's good, baby, because you sure have a beautiful cock. You deserve every bit of what I gave you."
"I hope I returned the favor with a load of thick enough cream," Scott said hopefully.
"It was the most delicious load I ever swallowed."
"You're putting me on," Scott laughed nervously.
"Like hell I am," his mother said, stroking his hair affectionately, "it couldn't have been better, baby. Once you started spurting that stuff, it was like it was never going to stop."
"That was quite a stream."
"Certainly it was," she smiled.
CHAPTER THREE
Scott's cock and balls tingled as he looked over at Betty Mullane.
At sixteen, Betty was one year older than Scott, something she was inclined to call to his attention at regular intervals.
A cute, petite blonde with a stunning figure, her white body glistened as she lay there in her bed.
Since her folks both worked, and in that her two sisters were both married and living elsewhere, Betty had more or less the run of her own house during the day.
Often she would entice Scott to drop over after school, and this was one of those occasions.
"Reach down and feel my twat," Betty looked at Scott and smiled.
They were both lying there naked, and as Scott reached out toward her pussy, he couldn't help but feel impressed upon observing the white pubic mound.
He reached out and began toying with her snatch, and the longer that his fingers went to work on it, the more aroused his penis became.
His cock throbbed with nervous anticipation, and all the while he began to generate greater enthusiasm with his fingers.
He drove them at a relentless pace, gathering momentum every time that he touched her, watching as her hips twisted back and forth.
The finger momentum caused Betty to feel more joyous than ever. A huge smile swept itself completely across her face.
"Suck my ass," she suddenly commanded. "I want your tongue in my rectum, baby, I want to feel you licking me."
While Scott's fingers continued to work busily around Betty's box, he slipped his tongue into her ass-hole.
He thrust the tongue forward with ease and diligence, knowing just how Betty liked it.
As his tongue continued to stab inside her ass, he thought about how, just two days earlier, he had been blown by his own mother.
It seemed so strange now, looking at things in retrospect, that he could hardly understand the significance of any of it. As a matter-of-fact, the memories were seemingly distant.
He kept on colliding his fingers with her mound, slipping his tongue ever deeper inside her ass, penetrating intensely.
He observed the moistness surfacing in her snatch, and continued to drill his fingers against it.
"Keep going, baby. You're really getting me worked up," Betty said.
Scott couldn't help but notice just how demanding Betty Mullane was when it came to sex. She was the kind of a girl who felt that men existed for just one basic purpose, that of doing what she wanted them to do.
There didn't seem to be an awful lot of give and take in his relationship with Betty. She would issue a command, and her male admirers would be expected to follow up on it immediately.
He kept on darting his tongue swiftly high into her ass-hole, and her beautiful body rocked back and forth under the steady manipulation of his tongue.
"Okay, doll, switch to my mound," she gasped. "I'm all moist in my snatch, honey. I want your tongue inside it. I want you to go to work on my pussy."
He removed his tongue quickly from Betty's ass-hole, then put it to work on her mound.
He slid his tongue against Betty's box, watch? as the passions within her accelerated some mo.
The longer that his tongue darted and swepc against Betty's mound, the better that Scott made her feel. To Betty sex was primarily an ego game. She was eager to see to what lengths her lovers would go to please her, and she was happy that Scott, particularly when he was extra hot, seemed to be willing to go all the way with her.
As Scott's tongue opened fire on her box, darting with magnificent ease sweepingly across every crevice of her snatch, Betty reached out and grabbed his cock with her right hand.
"Two can supply sensations at the same time," she said. "I can be playing with your prick while you are sucking my snatch. Better yet, baby, I'd like for you to do something else, too. I'd like for you to shove your finger up my ass-hole. I like getting fingered while a guy is sliding his tongue around my slit."
Scott probed her mound with consistent eagerness, driving his tongue spiritedly inside her box while he pushed his finger into her ass-hole.
The longer that Scott stabbed her anus, the more swiftly her body rotated. She knew just how to accelerate the level of excitement on the part of her partner.
Scott sucked with everything he had, putting every bit of determination he could summon into his spirited pussy sucks.
The finger kept on probing her hot ass, and through it all she moved that much closer to orgasm.
Scott's tongue sliced and swished around her moist box as he moved her that much closer to orgasm.
His movements were enhanced by the manner in which her fingers kept on systematically pumping against his cock.
His whole body was on the verge of coming un-glued from the spirited finger movements she supplied. There was so much action going on, on so many fronts that Scott could hardly take it all.
"Keep sucking, work your tongue in my pussy," she gasped. "I'm going to spill my juices in your mouth, but before I do, baby, put your teeth to work on my clitoris. I want you to nibble on my clit. You'll really love that. That's the kind of sensation you're really going to enjoy. Come on and slide your tongue, honey, slide it along there, honey, come on and work your teeth. I want you, baby, I want you on my terms."
Scott released his tongue from his lover's pussy, then began to nibble ever so gently on her clitoris.
The first time that his teeth came into contact with Betty's mound, her body was lifted excitedly upward from the bed.-
"That's it, that's what I want," she told him, excitedly nodding. "Keep the teeth working, baby, then you can switch back to the tongue. Let's let it all hang out, sweetheart. It's important to make each other feel good. Come on and work your teeth around my clit. I love the action you're giving me, honey, it's so good. Don't stop, baby, don't stop for a second."
Scott worked his teeth with systematic grace for several minutes, by which time Betty decided that it was time to move back to the same type of action in which he was engaged at the time prior to the switch.
"Back to my cunt, darling," she ordered. "I need your tongue action, doll. Turn it loose, sweetheart, work it around my mound. Probe my ass-hole with your finger. I want you to keep that going."
In order to entice Scott all the more, Betty began to work her fingers more quickly than before as she pulled them up and down his huge rod.
She would manipulate her fingers over his stiff cock for several strokes, then would switch to his balls.
She realized how erogenous a zone his testicles happened to be, and Betty was not about to bypass such an exciting area.
So she worked her fingers alternately on his cock and balls, enjoying the spirited movements that he provided her while that was occurring.
His tongue unleashed itself furiously. He was determined to get his lover to shoot her pussy juices inside his mouth.
The faster that his tongue worked around her love button, the quicker and more sharply his finger would penetrate high in her ass. He drove it all the way to her rectum, maneuvering the finger sharply as he kept up the brisk activities.
The longer that the tongue stroking occurred, the faster that Betty in turn permitted her fingers to probe Scott's cock and balls.
Finally Betty found herself unable to withstand his blistering pace any longer. Her whole body was burning up, particularly between her legs, and as her cunt heated up with torrid enthusiasm, Scott put her through the closing paces.
While his finger continued to energetically stab high inside her ass-hole, he drove his tongue with spirited zeal against her mound.
She finally began to spasm, after which the juices shot out of her pussy and into his waiting mouth.
"That's good, oh, you really did it great, baby," she complimented him. "I love the way you stabbed your finger up there in my ass, doll. You were really something."
She removed her fingers from his cock, and as Scott looked down at his bulging dick, he felt more enthused than ever.
He had done a beautiful job of getting Betty satisfied, so now he would have to be contented with what she gave him.
If there was one thing that Scott had, it was a hot, impatient cock that, once it became hot, desperately needed a quick climax.
CHAPTER FOUR
Betty had done such a beautiful job of working her fingers up and down Scott's cock that he felt ignited.
The torrid energies were circulating throughout Scott's body, and as Betty leaned forward, she reached out with her right hand once more and began pumping it up and down Scott's long dick.
"I don't believe it, you're doing it again," Scott exclaimed with a sigh.
"You bet I am. I love pumping on a nice long stem like yours."
"You sure do get it hot that way."
"I guess so. I think you got hot from sucking my snatch too."
"That certainly didn't hurt any."
"I guess not."
She worked her fingers at a furious clip, exercising them with brisk precision as she moved them up and down the length of his entire rod.
Scott closed his eyes momentarily and enjoyed the movements that she supplied. He recognized that he could not accept any more finger movements of that nature, since he was so close to shooting off his rocks.
"I want you to fuck me," she said, releasing her fingers from his cock.
"I'd be delighted. That's what I was leading up to."
"Give it to me in my cunt."
"I presume it's as tight as ever," he laughed, reaching out with the fingers of his right hand and running them smoothly over her mound.
"Of course it is. Just turn your prick loose on it. But don't do it too fast. We need some beautiful preliminary action."
"I suppose I can take care of that, at least for a little while. But I can't overdo it. I'm too agitated."
"I can tell."
"It really shows?"
"I guess so," she chuckled. "Your eyes look like they're ready to pop out."
"I don't know about my eyes, but my prick sure is ready to pop out."
"That's already popped, baby."
"Not all the way," he grinned. "It hasn't exploded yet."
"I presume that it will in short order."
"Yes, I guess you could say that."
Scott worked his fingers up and down his lover's creamy legs, He flipped his penis forward, letting it enter inside her mound.
As he took his first few exploratory movements with his dagger-like dick, thrusting it into her mound, he moved his fingers from her thighs up toward her breasts.
Scott enjoyed feeling her firm warm flesh as he kept on plunging his penis forward stirringly inside her waiting mound.
She picked up the tempo in no time at all, starting to match him thrust for thrust as she swayed her hips.
He liked the manner in which she was responding to his fierce movements, and the longer and harder that he drove his hot pecker into her, the closer that he found himself drawing toward climax.
The spirited nature of the fuck was providing a cathartic release for him. By letting himself go, by pushing and plunging his spear into her with everything that he had, he realized just how addicted he was to fucking beautiful women.
In the midst of Scott's spirited cock stabs, he began thinking of his mother. He wondered how tight his mother's vagina would be in comparison to lovely Betty's.
His hot ass-cheeks kept gliding back and forth, and relentlessly he began to pursue her mound, driving his prick determinedly into her.
He pushed and plunged his pecker without letup, driving it with everything he had inside her mound.
The frenzied pace accelerated as he kept up the activity, driving and flinging his pecker with increasing anxiety inside her mound.
"That's it, you're on your way, baby," she gasped. "Keep firing your cock, honey, keep firing away, baby. Drive your pecker, knife me with your prick."
Scott had managed to keep things at a moderate level for a while, but the longer that he kept up the fucking, the more he recognized that he couldn't control himself for very long around the-likes of Betty.
For one thing, he was absolutely elated over the way that she would twist her butt, working it upward to meet his searing thrusts.
The devastating activities continued, and with passionate exhileraticn he kept on stabbing her with his hot mammoth organ.
"Keep fucking," she said. "We're really making it, baby, we're doing something beautiful. This is something to remember, sweetheart, it really is."
The driving tempo continued as he kept on pumping his tool ever deeper into her willing vagina.
He liked the way that she kept on rotating her body, and it made his stabs that much more pul-satingly alive with passionate energy.
Several thrusts later, he began to feel the intense build-up in his balls. He recognized that as a necessary prelude to the ultimate act of orgasmic satisfaction that he was seeking.
The brutal activity continued as he pounded her cunt relentlessly, tearing away with everything in him, driving his cock to the very maximum of its potential.
"French me," she gasped. "I'm about to shoot."
"So am I."
"Let's get it off together, baby."
"It's always beautiful when you can do that."
"We can do it. Keep the faith."
"I intend to."
"Kiss me, darling, kiss me," she panted.
Scott could tell by the manner in which her whole body was trembling that it was time for him to slip his tongue inside her mouth.
He fervently pushed his tongue inside her mouth letting it collide with her tongue. While the tongues met, he twisted and turned his body as he pounded his cock relentlessly inside her mound.
He knew that he was practically there. His balls were inflated with passionate determination, and several spurts later he would get his rocks off completely.
While the tongues continued to meet passionately, the white juices began to spill out of the end of Scott's penis.
His body trembled more noticeably than ever as the juices were released, and at that same point, as the white stream of liquid was shooting forth, her juices were released as well.
Betty's body felt completely satisfied as Scott released his tool from her pussy.
"We did it right on schedule," she said. "You know, baby, that was pretty close to an on-target orgasm."
"We couldn't have missed by very much."
"I know. It was truly a magnificent bit of fucking."
Scott got up from the bed and began to put on his clothes.
Once more he started to think about his mother. It would alternately bug him and excite him that he had had sex with her. He still felt that what he had done was wrong, but somehow, in spite of that feeling, there was a side of him that wanted to go back for more of the same.
The curiosity element remained. He had experienced one act with his mother. He couldn't help but wonder just what it would be like to go on to more activity.
Betty continued to recline in the bed as she watched Scott put on his clothes.
Scott then began to think about the difference in attitude between his own mother and Betty.
Betty, he had to admit, was very much a spoiled girl when it came to sex. She knew exactly what she wanted, and being very beautiful, felt that she could get it.
If anything, his mother was even more beautiful than Betty, and she was a little more refined in the acts of lovemaking than the much younger Betty.
But with his mother he had gotten the feeling that lovemaking was definitely a two-way street, and he couldn't bring himself to the same conclusion in the case of Betty.
CHAPTER FIVE
The night of the day following the one in which Scott had fucked Betty, his mother decided to take him out to dinner.
"I get so lonely with your father gone," she said sadly.
They went to a fashionable restaurant overlooking the ocean, where they enjoyed a fish dinner.
Sally had a disturbed look on her face, and it bothered Scott to the point where he felt he had to say something to her about it.
"You look like you're worried, Mom. What's the matter?" he asked. "I'll be okay."
"You're sure?"
"Sure, I'm completely certain," she nodded.
But Scott remained anything but convinced, particularly when Sally began to order drinks. She had one cocktail, then a second, and following that, a third.
By the time she was in the middle of her fourth cocktail, Sally's eyes were becoming glassy. She still, however, had the same troubled look on her face.
"It's no secret that there's something bothering me," Sally told him.
"I know that. I wish you'd level with me, Mom."
"You've been a perfect dear," Sally said, reaching out with her right hand and clasping Scott's left hand. "You're the man of the house, now that your father has gone, and you really responded well. You really have, dear. I'm proud of you."
"Thank you. But let's not sit here and praise me. I'd like to find out what's bothering you."
"We'll talk about that. I've been just trying to work up enough nerve to discuss it."
"It's that hard?"
"Yes, it is, because I have mixed emotions," Sally revealed. "You see, son, I really enjoyed that sex interlude we had the other day. Did you."
"I loved it."
"I've had so many misgivings about it. I wanted to talk to you tonight about the need for us to stay away from each other in that way. I just don't think that it would be right for us to continue having sex."
"But why not?"
"It just isn't right for a mother and her son to have sex. It really isn't. It's against anything I've been taught. I love you, Scott, and you found out the other day just how attracted I could become toward you. But it still isn't right for me to get involved in sex with you."
"That really disappoints me."
"It disappoints me, too," she said, turning her head away.
She finished her drink, then looked into Scott's eyes.
"My God, what's the use," she sighed. "I was trying to convince you of something, when in reality I was thinking the opposite. I want you, honey, and I want you right away."
"You can have me."
"You're too generous. I wish you'd put up a stiff resistance. We shouldn't be doing this at all. It's got to be wrong."
"No, it doesn't," he replied.
Scott became startled as his mother reached beneath the table and touched his penis. She ran her fingers over the material of his trousers, beneath which his hard penis swelled.
She rotated the fingers around his hard dick for several strokes, then swiftly released her fingers from his cock.
"We shouldn't be doing that here," Scott said.
"I know we shouldn't. I just got carried away. Let's go home right away, son."
Sally still had a troubled look on her face as she paid the bill, then left with Scott.
She couldn't help but feel that she was doing wrong, but felt powerless to do anything about her power-packed emotions.
Sally had even given some consideration during the last few days to going out and finding a lover, at least for a short time, until her husband returned home.
The longer she pondered the possibility of a lover, though, the more opposed she became to the idea. It just wouldn't be right for her to do it. She couldn't help but think that even though it was wrong to have sex with Scott, that it wasn't as bad as going out and meeting some other man and carrying on with him while her husband was away.
Throughout the ride home, Sally kept thinking of an easy way out of the dilemma, but there was none. She was hooked on her handsome son, and, as long as her husband was gone, she had no other sex outlets.
Several times during the trip home, when she had to stop for a red light, Sally would put her hand against her son's penis.
One time she got carried away to the point where she unzipped his cock and began to stroke it.
"You really are hot, Mom," Scott sighed.
"I know I am. I can't help but feel that way around you."
Sally finally arrived home, after which she promptly got out of the car.
She could hardly believe how excited she was as she walked into the house with her young son.
Sally looked like a young girl and it made her feel guilty to be feeling that way. She was after all, a very mature woman.
Sally reached out and ran her fingers through Scott's hair.
"Let's go into the bedroom, darling," she whispered.
"Your bedroom or mine."
"Mine! That's our good-luck charm. That's where we fucked before."
"Oh, Mom, you're such a good fuck."
"Just don't call me Mom, baby," she told him self-consciously. "It only makes me think about the fact that I am your mother. I want to get away from thinking that way, at least while I'm having sex with you."
"I'm sorry. I didn't think about it from that standpoint."
"That's quite all right, dear. I'm just pointing it out to you for the future."
"I won't do it again."
They strode into Sally's bedroom, and once they arrived there, she threw her arms around Scott and let her breasts plunge against his chest.
She knew that if she let her tits press against his chest, she would provide him with a new form of fascinating titillation.
Scott slipped his tongue inside Sally's mouth, letting the tongues collide. They engaged in a long spirited French kiss that seemed to last forever.
While the tongues remained passionately locked against one another, Sally reached out and once more unzipped her son's trousers.
She pulled out Scott's throbbing prick, moving the fingers of her right hand up and down it time and again.
Scott could hardly withstand the double action that was occurring, that of the tongues gently colliding and Sally's fingers pumping up and down Scott's huge prick.
When Sally finally released her tongue from Scott's mouth, she got behind him and took off his jacket.
"I'm going to help you off with your clothes," she said. "I want you, baby."
Scott was thrilled over the beautiful exuberance that his mother exuded. He could hardly believe that this passionate, sexy young woman was actually his mother.
He couldn't help but think, that when it came to enthusiasm, his own mother was able to surpass Betty. For one thing, she did not have an ego problem like Betty had.
In Betty's case, she had to be the whole show, whereas the same certainly was not true with his mother.
She took off his shirt, then stood back and admired her son.
"You can take over from there," she winked. "You can take off your clothes, baby, and I'll take off mine."
"Oh no," Scott protested soothingly. "I'll finish taking off my clothes, but I really want to undress you. It means a lot to me, baby."
"I'm touched to hear you say that."
"I mean it."
The longer that Scott anticipated the joys of removing his mother's clothes, the faster he proceeded to undress.
CHAPTER SIX
Scott's heart was beating with rapid, staccato thrusts as he climbed out of his clothes.
When he got down to his shorts, his mother looked at him with awe.
"I want you so damned bad, baby, that I can taste it," she informed him.
Once he exhibited his mammoth cock, she licked her lips and looked at him with great intensity.
She lay on the bed, her body twisting nervously. A naked Scott walked toward her, reaching out and unbuttoning her dress.
"So you want to get fucked," Scott grinned.
"I sure do, and by you."
His fingers continued to nimbly undo her dress. Once he pulled the dress off of her, he got a beautiful glimpse of her red lace panties and her garter belt.
He looked at her bra, observing the white flowing breasts which lay directly beneath it.
His fingers went to work first on her bra. He felt a tremendous hunger for her breasts, and wanted to come into immediate contact with them.
Scott tossed the bra away after removing it, then put his fingers ever so casually against her warm, firm breasts.
The longer he touched her tits, the more firmly entrenched his fingers became as they worked against the creamy surface of her skin.
"That feels so good," she sighed.
While his fingers were skillfully going to work on her breasts, Sally's entire body was moving rapidly back and forth. Her buttocks continued to bounce up and down on the bed as Scott kept up his spirited finger movements.
After Scott had spent a good deal of time running his fingers around his mother's breasts, he reached out and began to twist her nipples. He began slowly, but soon the tempo began to carefully build.
"You make me feel so good," she exclaimed.
"It's so wonderful, dear, to feel your fingers probing against me. Oh, they're so warm, so inspiring."
Scott kept up the finger manipulations until he decided that his curiosity had gotten the better of him. He just had to play with her garter belt, then take off her panties.
Scott reached down and snapped at the garter belt several times, then let his busy fingers begin to undo it.
After he completed the act of removing the straps, he looked at her stunning panties, desiring to touch them.
Scott's fingers went to work on his mother's panties, and skillfully began to slide the panties down her legs.
It made him feel good to know that he was in charge of the proceedings, and every time the panties scraped against her legs, he felt that much more intense.
While he let the panties slide down her legs, Scott leaned forward and kissed his mother with several quick strokes, allowing his lips to plunge with extraordinary passion and grace against hers.
Scott then began to slide the panties down Sally's legs, completing his act with one vigorous tug.
Once more he saw his mother's beautiful mound on display, and with a sweeping passionate gesture, let his head quickly drop down between her legs.
Scott kissed his mother's cunt frantically, then lifted his head and ran his fingers once more over her breasts.
While Scott continued to allow his fingers to manipulate skillfully around his mother's tits, he dropped his head once more and kissed her vagina for the second time.
Her body was dazzling to his very touch, and as she began to vibrate, flipping her hips back and forth, Scott was seized by the uncontrollable impulse to kiss her cunt once again.
This time he let his lips remain pressed against her vagina lips for quite some time. He could tell by the spirited twisting of his mother's body just how much she was enjoying the entire process.
He freed his lips from her mound, then let his tongue drop down between his mother's creamy legs.
Scott started out by letting his tongue slide over her left thigh. He licked spiritedly for several moments, then allowed his teeth to skillfully maneuver against her thigh.
"You don't know what you're doing for me," Sally sighed. "It feels so good, baby, when you gnaw on my thigh. Keep the action going on my legs, and let your fingers go to work too."
Scott promptly answered his mother's request, letting the fingers of both hands slide once more against her warm, willing, inspiring tits.
His fingers busily attacked her breasts, enjoying the smooth contact as his tongue continued to work around her thigh.
He dropped his tongue, letting it come into spirited contact with her ankle.
Vigorously he kept up the smooth tempo, and the longer that the activity continued, the more uninhibited both of them became.
Sally reached out and ran her fingers up and down her son's back. She then reached out and allowed her fingers to manipulate smoothly through Scott's hair.
While the fervent action continued to intensify, Scott worked his tongue over to her other thigh.
If he could do a skillful job on her left leg, he thought, then he could perform the very same kind of function on her right.
Up and down he worked the tongue over his mother's right leg, sliding it upward from her ankle all the way to her thigh.
After repeating the process several times, and flipping his tongue all the way up her legs, Scott then began to nibble on her thigh.
He did an effective, graceful job, precipitating great excitement within her. She began to gasp and breathe in an exceptionally heavy fashion as he kept up his spirited tempo.
Scott recognized as long as he kept up that level of activity, that his mother would soon be begging him to go down on her flaming box.
She felt the heat inside her. It focalized principally in her vagina, but also extended itself to the legs as well.
Her burning loins craved every intimate contact with Scott, and she could hardly believe her own son was capable of arousing sexual energies within her that had been lying dormant from the time that she was a very young girl.
"Suck my snatch," she gasped hungrily. "I want it from you, baby. You've got such a beautiful tongue, and you know just how to use it."
Scott leaned forward and kissed her cunt several times in rapid succession, causing her exhilarated body to toss and turn.
"You're too much, sweetheart," she exclaimed.
Once he finished kissing her cunt, Scott decided that he would let her experience one more preliminary act prior to getting into the actual sucking.
He slipped his tongue inside her anus, penetrating with smooth, skillful strokes, precisely working his tongue around her ass-hole.
"What an ass licker," Sally exclaimed. "I love what you're doing, baby, you really know how to twist your tongue. That's it, plunge it all the way in my rectum. Drive your tongue into me, baby, I really want it."
She continued panting and puffing as he accelerated his movements, spiritedly twisting his tongue around as he made certain that he came into contact with every crack and crevice of her hot anus.
In a whirlpool of frenzied activity, he pushed his emotions to the very brink, driving his tongue ever forward into the ass-hole in a dazzling display of vigorous sucking.
As his tongue continued to make vigorous strides against her ass-hole, Scott moved his fingers downward from Sally's tits to her ass-cheeks.
Every time that his fingers touched her firm, inspiring globes of white buttock flesh, the energies within him were triggered to that much greater degree.
While his tongue continued to fervently attack her ass-hole, Scott's fingers wrapped themselves around her ass-cheeks.
He squeezed Sally's buttocks ever so diligently, enjoying the beautiful strokes that he supplied. He permitted his fingers to roam freely and excitedly, and every time that he came into contact with her ass-cheeks, he felt that much greater measure of freedom.
It was fantastic, he couldn't help but conclude, to do anything he wanted to with his beautiful body. It was all the more incredible by virtue of the fact that this gorgeous woman who was on the receiving end of Scott's vigorous physical attentions was his own mother.
Her ass-cheeks were flipping back and forth in high gear as Scott kept up his spirited precise tongue movements.
He was accomplishing the very thing that he was setting out to do. He sought to get his mother so incredibly hot that she would be on the verge of juicing. At that point he would move his tongue into action, letting it slide and penetrate inside her vagina.
He suddenly removed his tongue from Sally's ass-hole. He bent over and kissed her vagina several times, once more triggering hot responses within her.
"I love it when you kiss my cunt," she gasped.
Scott reached out with his right index finger, toying with her now moist snatch, which had picked up precipitation from all of his various movements.
His fingers skillfully penetrated around her mound, touching her vagina lips, igniting the fires within her to the greatest extent possible.
"I can't believe that you're this good," Sally said with disbelief. "I can't believe that anybody could ever give me this much in the way of beautiful attention, baby. You really know where it's at. You really know how to make me happy. You know how to do it with your tongue, you know how to do it with your fingers, you're absolutely great."
Scott swiftly removed his fingers from her vagina, then let his tongue drop down to her mound.
His tongue worked with spirited grace against her moist snatch, but he made certain at the outset to work his tongue ever so slowly. He didn't want to maintain a fast pace at the outset. He had every desire to tease his beautiful mother with his tongue, to make her beg for his spirited pussy suck.
As he kept on with his vigorous pussy sucking, Scott decided to use that same right index finger, the one that had massaged his mother's mound before he started sucking, and use it inside her anus.
He worked his finger dramatically forward, letting it plunge inside her ass-hole.
The longer that Scott proceeded to stab her anus, the faster and more effectively he did the job.
He continued to slide his tongue with great eagerness around her mound, and as he did so, he pumped his finger with frantic grace high inside her ass-hole.
The determined efforts continued, and now he was coordinating the movements with fantastic grace. Every time that his tongue would accelerate inside her box, he would push his finger higher inside her ass-hole.
With great exhilaration, he pushed her that much closer to their overall objective, the point at which she would unleash her pussy juices inside his waiting mouth.
In the meantime he kept on pumping, driving the finger ever deeper and more inspiringly inside her ass-hole.
Her body began to sweat from a combination of excitement and the vigorous movement. The perspiration dripped down both sides of her lovely face, and it gave her whole body a shimmering look.
Scott was impressed by the fact that she could get that turned on from the vigorous movements, and he wasn't about to slow up for even one second. He sensed that her orgasmic release was close at hand, and he would continue to busily suck her pussy until the juices were released from her vagina.
His finger kept on darting and probing high into her ass-hole, and every time that her body twisted, his tongue would in turn twist right along with it.
His timing had reached the point of superb precision, and every time he unleashed his blazing tongue inside her box he pushed her that much closer to the point of orgasm.
"Suck my pussy, baby, finger my ass," she sighed. "You can't do enough for me, honey, not when I feel this oversexed. Just keep turning out the action. Don't stop now, baby doll, don't stop until I shoot. I've got to shoot inside your mouth. I've got to fuck you there, darling, fuck your beautiful mouth, shoot the juice in you. Eat me, darling. Oh, you've just got to eat me, darling."
Several more times he vigorously plunged his finger high into her ass-hole, and he continued with the pussy sucking at the very same moment.
Several strokes later, she unleashed her pussy juices inside his mouth.
At the very time when the juices were being released, he pushed his finger high into her ass-hole.
Sally's entire body came unglued as it shook with great vibrations of warmth and passionate satisfaction.
The pussy juices were spilling into the aroused mouth of Scott, and he was delightedly swallowing every droplet.
He released his tongue from her mound, looking once more at her beautiful body.
Scott reached out and fondled her tits one more time.
"I just can't seem to get enough of you," Scott said softly.
"Then there's no reason for you to stop," Sally replied. "I'm burning up, darling. So much so that I can take some more action."
"You mean you want your pussy sucked again?" Scott asked her.
"If you don't mind. I'd like to shoot again."
"Honey, I don't mind at all," he grinned. "As a matter-of-fact, it's a very good sign. When two people are really connected sexually, it means that they can't stop giving each other pleasurable sensations."
"That's the way I feel too."
"I'd better get busy and put my tongue to work again."
"Yes, you'd better," she smiled.
He looked down at her with great satisfaction and warmth. Scott had sucked her pussy to climax, but would be going back to do the same again.
He was becoming addicted to Sally's snatch.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Scott briskly swung back into action, reaching down with his right hand and allowing it to maneuver over his mother's pussy.
Sally's body became ignited with great energy as his fingers continued to stab and probe against her vagina.
"This is a good brisk warm-up," she laughed. "Keep it up, honey, just keep moving. You know where it's at. You know just how to get me aroused."
His fingers continued to make great strides against her moist pussy, and he kept at it, working at a brisk clip.
He toyed with her snatch for several minutes, then released his fingers from it.
"I think this time I'll nibble on your clit," he smiled.
As Scott let his head drop, Sally spread her legs accommodatingly, waiting for the first few movements that he would skillfully put forward.
Scott reached out with his teeth, nibbling ever so lightly against her clitoris.
While he effectively nibbled, he reached out with both hands and let them collide with her ass-cheeks.
The buttocks action continued and as it did so, he spiritedly nibbled on her snatch.
This time she was thrown into a tizzy of excitement, and as he kept up his movements, she could feel a spirited orgasm coming on.
"Work your tongue around my box," she begged. "Suck my snatch, baby, get your teeth off and get your tongue to work."
He slipped his tongue off her love slit, allowing it to slide ever so spiritedly against her flaming organ.
While the tongue continued to connect with her passionate snatch, his finger roamed the creamy crevices of her ass-cheeks.
Once again Scott was determinedly turning his tongue loose on Sally's snatch, and for a second time in rapid succession, she was pushing toward a devastating climax.
"Keep moving your tongue," she encouraged. "Don't let up, baby. This is too good. Oh, it's just too damned good. Work your tongue, darling, work it fast."
With spirited effectiveness, he kept up his movements, toying with Sally's ass-cheeks all the while.
The longer that he sucked, the more noticeably their bodies began to wiggle.
A few brisk tongue stabs later, she began to release her juices inside his mouth.
Scott continued to squeeze her buttocks while the juices shot from her and into his mouth.
"Oh, that feels so good, so very good," she sighed. "You've got such a beautiful tongue, darling. I really love your tongue. You know how to put it to work."
He withdrew his tongue from her box, looking at her with great affection.
"That was something," she nodded.
"Now I've got to take care of my prick," he told her, looking down toward his long rod.
"I suppose that you do."
Sally reached out with her right hand and grabbed the tip of his hard cock. She toyed with Scott's penis, letting her fingers run ever so slowly over the tip of it. He felt the burning sensations circulating throughout his body, and the faster and more freely that she put her fingers to work on his spear, the better that he began to feel about the prospects of shooting his dick off.
She moved her fingers spiritedly over his cock, giving him a feeling of spirited excitement. He knew that he would have to unleash his juices quickly inside her. There just didn't seem to be any other way, not when he was that hot.
Her fingers kept winding around his cock, and Scott closed his eyes for several seconds, enjoying the spirited tempo of her movements.
"Keep jerking," he said. "I really love what you're doing, darling. You're doing great things for me."
The fantastic jerking movements continued unabated until Scott decided that he needed some bodily contact with his lover.
"You can turn the fingers loose," he told Sally, "I've got to fuck you right now, baby."
It excited Sally to hear her son talking to her in that manner, and quickly she released her fingers from his cock.
"Get set for a good screw," Scott said.
Scott's first act upon having his prick released from her fingers was to let his tongue dart around Sally's nipples.
Back and forth he vigorously circulated his tongue, and after working his tongue against her nipples for quite some time, he reached out with his right hand and let his fingers slide over her vagina.
His fingers proceeded to set a dazzling pace as he worked them fervently against her pussy.
The friction accelerated as he continued the pace, driving his fingers with spirited zeal around her box.
He removed his fingers from her pussy at the very time when her body was beginning to twitch with great exhilaration.
"I've got to fuck your cunt," he announced.
"Drive your cock into me, baby," she gasped. "It feels so good. I love it when you plow it inside me."
"Just hang on, sweetheart, because I'm going to really give it to you."
"I want it, doll."
"You're going to get it."
He slipped his tongue inside Sally's mouth, allowing tongue to collide with tongue as he flipped his body forward, sending his penis inside her vagina.
He liked the steady double-action, that of wrapping his tongue inside hers while he busily slipped his prick ever deeper into her pussy.
With fervent skill and burning determination, he kept up his steady cock onslaught, driving his spear ever deeper into her mound, driving himself forward with steady passion.
His body rocked with enthusiastic grace as he kept on plunging his long stem ever deeper inside her, driving it with spirited intensity into her mound.
As he worked his cock back and forth, his tongue attacked hers with more passion than ever. He drove it at a steady pace, working it against hers as the hot, frenzied cock action continued.
With driving zeal he kept up the burning pace, sending his surging tool into her twisting, wiggling vagina.
She tightened her cuntal muscles, enjoying the spirit with which he allowed his cock to penetrate within her.
"What a fuck you are," he exclaimed after he released his tongue from her mouth.
As his cock continued rocking inside her vagina, he let his tongue drop down to her left breast.
He allowed his tongue to collide with great frequency against her nipple, and the longer that he kept up the burning pace, the more quickly her body flipped forward to meet his every probing thrust.
Sally recognized that getting fucked by Scott was more than just mere sex. It was an experience, a thoroughly enjoyable one that she wouldn't want to trade for anything.
He kept on rifling his hot, dagger-like dick into her, driving it spiritedly into her mound.
Her hot, moist box was reacting sharply to the hot sensations that he thrust into it in the form of his spirited cock action.
While his tongue continued to probe around her nipples, Scott allowed his fingers to maneuver against Sally's ass-cheeks.
He pinched her buttocks ever so skillfully while he kept up the burning, cock stabs. With great desire he pushed ever closer toward the final moment of the ultimate truth, that in which he would unleash his juices inside her vagina.
The longer that he fucked her, the more impressed that Scott became with her tightness. She had kept her cunt in good shape, and he was able to receive all kinds of magnificent sensations.
Scott couldn't help but get carried away as he moved into the final stages of the act.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Scott continued to steadily twist his fingers around Sally's nipples as he kept up the brisk fucking.
His hot ass manipulated freely back and forth as he kept up the fucking, spearing her with his huge cock, driving it forward at a spirited clip as he moved into the final few stages preceding orgasm.
With blistering determination he kept up the fucking, plunging his penis briskly forward, sending it surging into the tightest crevices of her vagina.
"Keep fucking," she exclaimed.
He kept moving his fingers back and forth, toying with her nipples for a while, then moving the fingers downward to her ass-cheeks.
It was splendid excitement for Scott to be projected into the realm of such magnificent enjoyment, as he could appreciate with every increasing stab, just what this beautiful woman was doing for him.
His surging cock moved briskly forward several more times, after which the sea of hot white juice began to spiritedly shoot out of the end of his cock and into her vagina.
His fingers wound up pressing the firm flesh of her breasts as the stream of liquid spilled out of him.
"Ah, it's so great," she sighed. "You really fucked me, darling. I can feel the juices. I love it so much. Oh. I really do."
Scott released his prick from her vagina, continuing to feel waves of excitement Within him.
"I want to fuck you again," he said. "Reach out and play with my prick."
"Oh darling, you can't seem to get enough of me, can you?"
"I sure can't," Scott concurred. "Come on and play with my prick, baby. It will get me so hot, feeling so good."
"I wouldn't think of letting you down, darling."
She reached out with her right hand, allowing her fingers to move freely up and down the base of his long fiery dick.
Her finger movements proceeded to get him very excited, as the longer that her fingers probed his cock, the better that he felt about everything.
While her fingers glided over Scott's hot dick, she maneuvered the fingers of her left hand against his balls.
Every time that Sally's tingling fingers came into contact with Scott's balls, he felt that much better.
"Keep the fingers moving," Scott urged, "I really want you to put them to work, baby. I love this brisk action. It's really something. It's beautiful. It's just too much."
The lightning stabs of Sally's superb fingers soon projected Scott into a state of frenzy. He recognized that he would have to explode his rocks very shortly.
As he lay there receiving the brilliant finger movements of Sally, Scott contemplated a devastating act that would shake both of them to the very roots.
"You can let go now," he said. "I know just what to do to make us both real excited."
Sally quickly released her fingers from his cock and balls.
"What is it you've got in mind?" she asked.
"I want to give you a blow job, but a different kind of blow job. I want to shove my cock into your mouth. Just lie back, baby, and I'll take care of everything."
"All I've got to do is trust you," she laughed.
"That's right. That's the whole thing."
Scott thrust his body forward, allowing his penis to enter inside Sally's mouth.
His body rocked with casual grace as he entered her mouth, and Sally enjoyed the stimulating sensations of what seemed like a cunt fuck, but was actually a mouth fuck.
It seemed like a cunt fuck based on the fact that he had entered her, and was gliding his hips back and forth in the same fashion that he had when he had entered her mound.
It was a brilliant act of sexual enthusiasm, and every time that he plunged his prick deep into her mouth, Scott felt that much better about all that was happening.
He enjoyed letting himself go, and as he plunged his prick ever deeper inside his mother's mouth, he worked his fingers against her buttocks.
He decided finally that it would be a good idea to finger fuck her while he was pushing his prick ever deeper inside her mouth, so with that thought in mind he took his right index finger and fervently let it slide inside her anus.
He probed his finger deep inside her ass-hole, plunging it all the way into her rectum, while his cock continued to spear her mouth.
He kept on rocking and shoving his dick inside her, feeling the hot white energy building inside his balls.
It made Scott feel good to know that, even in the aftermath of one vigorous fuck, he was set for another devastating climax.
His finger kept darting high into Sally's ass-hole, and her whole body vibrated with his every movement.
He kept penetrating her mouth ever more enthusiastically, driving his spirited cock into her.
With effective grace he kept up the action, driving his prick into her, pushing and plunging as he moved that much closer to climax.
His finger was now pumping into her as high as it would go, and he worked with everything he had.
"Oh, what a fuck you are, baby. I'm going to turn you on any way I can," he said. "It all feels so great. I feel so fantastic. I've got these great sensations sweeping through my whole body. It feels so good, so very good."
The hot surging feelings in his balls were such that Scott knew it wouldn't be long before the droplets of white cum would be spurting out of the end of his hard rod and into his mother's waiting mouth.
He kept unleashing his savage energies, pushing and pumping his hot prick into her mouth, enjoying the rapidity with which he was dominating her by virtue of his skillful action.
A few hot strokes later, he recognized that there was no way that he could stem the tide any longer. His cock was burning up with exhilaration, and would need to explode quickly inside Sally's mouth.
His finger continued to probe high and hard, entering her ass-hole deeply as his body continued rocking.
He gritted his teeth, enjoying the spirited pace. The hot vibrations were circulating throughout his body as he got set to unleash his white juices inside her hot mouth.
Scott heaved a loud sigh, then watched the first few droplets of his joy juices spurting out of the end of his erect phallus.
"Get set, baby. Eat it, eat it raw," Scott said.
He watched with dazzling excitement as the torrid white juices poured out of the end of his spear and into her mouth.
His finger kept on stabbing and probing into her ass-hole. He wasn't about to let up, not even when he was in the act of letting his cock juices spurt into her mouth.
He waited until he released the last few droplets of his juic;, then released his cock.
It made him feel good all over to know just how much in the way of satisfaction he had supplied both for himself and for Sally.
"I hope you enjoyed every bit of that as much as I did," Scott said.
"I certainly did."
"It was like out of a dream."
"That's really the only way to explain it," Sally nodded. "It was so good, my dear. I like the way you lose yourself in the act of sex."
"I lose myself in one way, but don't in another."
"I think you know what I mean. You lose yourself, but not to the point where you ever lose sight of where the act is going."
"That's what I meant to say."
"I know. You are perfectly in tune with what is going on."
"I try and stay that way."
"Yes, you do. You are a beautiful man."
Sally leaned forward and kissed her son's lips. Even though Scott was tired from all of the sex activity he had put himself vigorously through, he couldn't help but feel a slight tingle in his cock and balls as a result of the brisk contact with her lips.
It was Scott who finally broke her kiss.
"I'll tell you one thing," Scott said. "I didn't find out until tonight just how much I really do need you. I can't see now how I could live without you."
"I feel the same way," Sally nodded. "You're so beautiful, Scott baby, and I can't get over what has come over me. I feel so young, so inspired. I just want to keep fucking you again and again."
"Would you like me ,to suck your pussy one more time tonight?"
"I think that I could stand to orgasm once more, darling."
"Then there's no reason why you shouldn't. We should let ourselves go and really enjoy ourselves as much as we can."
"That's so true. You only live once."
Sally smiled as her dynamic young son worked his tongue into position once more.
With sparkling, radar-like enthusiasm his tongue went to work on her mound. This time he didn't start out gradually. He was concerned about just one thing, pushing his tongue into high gear every bit as quickly as he could.
His tongue effectively darted inside her mound, and every time that he came into contact with her box, her ass-cheeks twisted that much more unrestrainedly.
The burning movements continued as he worked his tongue inside her mound. Her whole body twisted with his hot tongue vibrations.
"I can't take it," she sighed. "I'm there, baby, I'm there again. Oh, I'm there."
The juices spilled out of her pussy, and Scott was right there to devour every droplet.
Scott couldn't help but feel good about the way things were working out. His beautiful mother loved him, and in a way that he never thought she would. Even though he had always admired his mother's beauty, never until recently had he anticipated that he would be climbing into bed with her and fucking hr:.
He thought about his father who was traveling around the country promoting his book. If he only knew, Scott thought, he would want to fracture Scott's skull.
It would tremendously crush his father to find out what happened, but it was just one of those things. Scott and Sally had gotten involved in sex, and now there didn't seem to be any way out.
They loved each other just too much.
CHAPTER NINE
When Sally sobered up the next day, she felt terrible about what she had allowed to happen between herself and Scott.
She kept thinking of her husband, anxiously plugging his book, calling her periodically on the telephone, eagerly wondering how she was getting along.
In the middle of the morning, following their sex escapade, Jerry called. "Hello," Jerry began. "Darling, how's it going?"
"Real fine. I got on the local television station here in Springfield."
"How's the weather in Massachusetts ? "
"It's very nice. A little on the chilly side. Brisk, but nice."
"That's so good to know."
"It's good to hear your voice again."
"Scott and I really miss you."
"How is the boy?"
"He's doing real well."
"That's good. There never is any reason to worry about that kid."
"That's for sure, dear. He takes very good care of himself."
"Which is incredible, considering he's only fifteen years old. You know how it is with most kids that age. Very immature. Not our Scott. That's the big reason I'm so proud of him."
"I feel the same way, dear."
"I'm going to try and make it home in a few weeks," Jerry said. "This travel is really starting to wear thin on me."
"I suppose it is."
"It's just living out of a suitcase, moving around all the time."
"I hope we do see you soon."
"You will. I've got to climb out of my suitcase some time," Jerry laughed sadly. "So good to hear your voice again, darling."
"Same here. Good luck, dear. And take it easy."
Sally put the phone back on the table, and she began feeling guiltier than ever.
It would be terrible for her to continue her sex relationship with Scott, she thought, but yet there was this crying need within her for sexual expression. Jerry just wasn't around to give her any love, except through communicating by telephone, and she wanted badly to engage in some brisk sex.
She walked into the kitchen and poured herself a straight shot of scotch. As she sipped from her glass, she began to think about all that had happened to her.
The more that she thought about all that had taken place, the more disappointed she grew over Jerry's being gone. Also, it bothered her that she enjoyed sex with Scott more than she did with Jerry. She seemed to break loose with Scott, pushing herself into a passionate frenzy in a manner in which she did not communicate with Jerry.
Sex had become so much more blase with Jerry than it ever could be with Scott.
As she finished her first shot of scotch, she poured some more in the glass. Maybe she ought to get a little drunk. It would do nothing more than add to her frustration, but at such a time she didn't really care.
Sally sat down and sipped the scotch, thinking about her handsome son Scott, and the way that he had wielded his huge prick when he had fucked her the last time.
The more she thought about Scott, the more guilty she felt about what she had done. She then began to think that perhaps she ought to go out to a bar. Maybe if she could just communicate with some man verbally, that would help her..
When she finished her second glass of scotch, Sally thought some more about what she had done with Scott.
Just maybe she had something more in mind in thinking about drinking at a bar. Maybe she ought to do her best to communicate with another person. Some man aside from her own son. Perhaps if she could just get involved with a transitory affair, something that wasn't going to tie her down, that would be her best bet.
Sally remembered having heard about a singles' bar not far from where she lived. She had heard a divorced friend of hers commenting on how easy it was for women to get picked up there. The better looking the woman was, her friend had told her, naturally the easier it came to be picked up by the right partner. A girl in such a situation could be a lot more selective.
"You would go over beautifully there, Sally," she recalled the friend saying.
At that time Sally had told her friend emphatically that she was not interested in making such contacts. But time and situations change, and as she mulled over the possibility of going to the bar, the whole idea became that much more enticing.
She wondered what it would be like going in the afternoon. There wouldn't be nearly as many men as she would discover in the evenings, but after all, all she needed was one, provided he was the right man.
She got up and walked into the bedroom, changing her clothes.
Sally climbed into a chic, revealing purple pant-suit that showed her figure off to exquisite perfection. She added a little make-up, then stood before the mirror and admired herself.
She didn't look anything like thirty-nine years old, and that recognition made her feel that much more confident about meeting a man at the bar.
She got into her car and drove toward the singles' bar that she was so anxious to visit. She felt guilty, knowing down deep what she intended to do, but if she could only divert her attention from Scott, then maybe things would become a little more tolerable. At least the feelings of guilt would be modified somewhat, lessened with the knowledge that at least she wasn't playing around with her own son.
Sally arrived at the bar, walking into the dimly lit interior.
It had a romantic look about it, and a soft rhapsodic melody played on the jukebox. Sally glided herself ever so slowly toward the bar, sitting down at a stool.
She observed the curious male eyes attentively sizing her up as she walked into the bar.
There was just a tiny sprinkle of customers on hand, and most of them were men, but it was a good sampling of that particular time of the afternoon. It was just after lunchtime, and a few businessmen were sitting around in a cluster, sipping cocktails.
Sally sat down at one of the bar stools, and the bartender immediately materialized.
"Good afternoon." He greeted her with a smile.
"Good afternoon."
"What will it be?"
"Scotch on the rocks."
"Coming right up," he said.
As Sally sat there, pensively waiting for the drink, feeling a little uncomfortable about the strange atmosphere, a man slinked over toward the bar and plopped down on a stool next to Sally.
"I'll take care of that drink, Marty," the man said, reaching out and handing the bartender a dollar bill and a quarter.
"Okay, fine, Joe," the bartender said, walking away.
Sally turned and looked into the eyes of Joe, a gray-haired man who appeared to be in his middle forties. He was tall and slim, wearing a brown turtleneck sweater and light blue sports slacks.
"Hi, baby. My name is Joe," the man said.
"So I heard."
"Well, what's yours?"
"Sally," she said softly.
"That's a beautiful name for a beautiful girl," he said. "Did anybody ever tell you, you look sexy?"
"I don't care to be talked to in such a manner," Sally snapped.
"I showed some class," Joe said, obviously shaken by her reply. "I bought you a drink."
"I'm sorry you did, and if I had known you were going to try, I wouldn't have let you."
"Oh, you wouldn't, would you?"
"No, I wouldn't. I don't like fresh men buying me drinks."
"What are you, some kind of goddamn virgin?" Joe exploded. "I've seen your type so many times. You walk into a bar in broad daylight, sit down on a stool, wear the sexiest outfit you can find, then get upset when some guy throws a pass your way. What are you, some kind of cock-tease or something? I've run into that kind before, and I don't like it. Now let's get friendly, baby."
"I wish you'd get lost."
"Don't talk to me that way."
Marty the bartender walked over toward Joe.
"Ease off, Joe. You've had too many drinks," the bartender told him.
"Get off my back, Marty, For Christsake, I drink enough in this joint to pay your salary, along with the rent too."
"Don't come on so strong with the lady."
"If she was a lady, would she be in this upholstered sewer waiting for a guy to pick her up and lay her?"
At that point Sally blew up, reaching out and slapping Joe across his face.
"You had it coming, Joe," Marty laughed.
"Why, you little bitch," Joe exploded. "I ought to take you out in the parking lot and whip the shit out of you."
"Ease off, Joe," Marty said.
"Get lost, Marty. This' doesn't concern you. I'm going to teach this broad something. I'm going to teach her to give me a little respect. Then I'm going to take her to my apartment and fuck her. She's a bitch who wants to be fucked and she knows it."
"Please do something." Sally looked at Marty helplessly.
At that moment, a tall, muscular man walked over toward the bar. He stood menacingly next to Joe, staring at him with intensity.
"Joe, how many times have I got to tell you that you've got a mean tongue," the man said in a booming voice.
"This don't concern you, Gordy," Joe replied nervously.
"You gave Marty a bad time and now you're giving this chick a bad time. You've had enough to drink. Go on home."
"You're not the bartender here," Joe said, his hands beginning to shake. "Marty, tell Gordy to get lost."
"He's right, Joe, I was going to cut you off anyway. I think it's time for you to leave."
"Like hell I will," Joe said.
"You heard the man, Joe," Gordy said in an authoritative tone.
Sally could tell that Joe was fearful of Gordy. He quietly got up to his feet moving his body ever so slowly.
"You've got a helluva nerve," Joe said.
"You've got the nerve, old boy," Gordy said. "You've got no right to talk to this gal that way. As a matter-of-fact, if I couldn't go to jail for doing it, I'd probably bust your head in for talking that way to her."
"What's she to you?" Joe said, moving quickly toward the door.
"She's a lovely young lady and I don't think she's used to being talked to in that way. That's what she slapped you for. Now get lost, Joe, and I hope I don't see you around here again until you sober up."
"Aw, go to hell," Joe said, walking out the door.
"Sorry about what happened," Marty said.
"You couldn't help it," Sally said. "That man was so crude."
"He's really not that bad at all when he's sober," Marty said. "The big problem, though, is that he's drunk so much of the time."
"I got the same feeling," Sally nodded.
"Incidentally, young lady, this man's name is Gordon Kelly," Marty introduced Sally to the tall muscular man. "Maybe you've heard of him."
"I'm pleased to meet you, Mr. Kelly. I'm sorry to say I've never heard of you. Should I have?" Sally smiled.
"It all depends," Gordon Kelly grinned. "I'm a fighter. As a matter-of-fact, I'm the fifth rated heavyweight contender in the world."
"I'm glad I've got Gordy as a friend," Marty exclaimed. "It sure makes it a lot easier when a guy gets drunk and starts looking for trouble, like Joe was."
"I can't thank you enough, Mr. Kelly," Sally smiled.
"Please call me Gordy. Everybody does."
"Fine. I'll call you Gordy. Anyway, that man was really beginning to scare me."
"He did have an intimidating way about him," Gordy nodded. "How about letting me buy you a drink?"
"No, I insist on buying you one."
"Are you going to break training again, Gordy," Marty said teasingly.
"Of course I will. I couldn't pick a lovelier drinking companion."
"What will you have?" she smiled. "I'm going to have another scotch."
"I'm going to drink beer," Gordy said. "It's about the only thing that I can have that isn't going to hurt me too much."
"Are you training for a fight?"
"I'm always training for a fight," Gordy laughed. "No, I'm not in what you call immediate training. If I was, I wouldn't be here. I work out to keep in shape, but right now I'm between fights."
"I'm sorry I've never heard of you, but I'm not much on sports heroes."
"Have you ever been to a fight?"
"I can't say that I have."
"I'd like to take you to one sometime."
"That sounds like a lot of fun," Sally smiled.
She looked over at Marty.
"You can pour us the drinks now."
"Fine. I'll do that right away," Marty nodded.
As Gordy took his first sip of the beer, he took a closer look at the beautiful woman sitting next to him.
He couldn't help but think how lucky he had been to be in the right strategic spot when lovely Sally happened to be in need of a rescuer.
"I really like your style," Gordy said. "You handled old Joe as effectively as any woman could."
"Thank you."
"I like you, honey."
Sally smiled temptingly at him.
CHAPTER TEN
The longer that Sally and Gordy kept drinking, the drunker Sally became.
Gordy had a way of holding his beer, and even though he was stowing it away in good order, it didn't seem to bother him a great deal. He was joyful over the fact that Sally was getting as drunk as she was, since it meant that she was no doubt weakening.
If he could just weaken her resistance a little more, Gordy thought, she would be as vulnerable as one of his victims in the prize ring. It was a case of wearing her resistance down, then seizing on his advantage.
He knew that somebody like Joe was a fool to come on as strong with somebody like Sally as he had. The only way to entice her to bed, Gordy had surmised, early in the association, was to get her drunk, then turn her on.
As they finished another drink, Gordy reached down with his left hand and touched Sally's thigh.
"I like the warmth of your skin," Gordy said. "It's so exciting."
"You really are a rough, tough prizefighter, aren't you?"
"Yeah, but don't let that throw you. I'm really more of a lover than a fighter."
"Not when you're in the ring, I hope," Sally giggled.
"That's a completely different story," he shook his head. "I'm talking about the real me, not the Gordy who makes a living. I'm not doing that by choice, I'm doing it out of necessity."
"But aren't there other ways to make a living?"
"A living yes, but not the kind of money that I need to do the things I want. A big old Irishman like me could only make it with his fists, and that's exactly what I'm doing."
"That's real interesting to hear."
"I'll tell you something else that's interesting. You. I want to get to know you a lot better. How about going over to my apartment with me?"
"When?" Sally looked into his eyes.
"Like right now," Gordy said, squeezing her thigh more gingerly than before.
"I suppose I could."
"You're damned right you could," Gordy chuckled. "Let's get going, honey, right now."
The next thing Sally knew, she was getting up from the stool and walking with Gorden Kelly toward the parking lot.
"You see, I've got this beautiful sports car, mainly because I make money with my fists," Gordy said.
He opened the door of his Porsche, letting Sally inside.
A few minutes later they were driving down the freeway, heading toward Gordy's apartment.
"If you get bored for something to do, you can reach down and feel my prick," Gordy chuckled, looking down at his bulging cock. "You'll find that it's a warm, inspiring hunk of meat."
"It looks like it," Sally laughed.
"It's made to order for a gorgeous chick like you," Gordy told her.
"I just can't get over you, Gordy. At first you sounded like so much of a gentleman. Now you're coming on about the same way as Joe."
"No, I'd never be that crude."
"I don't mean crude, I mean forward."
"You turn me on just too much, darling. You bring out the animal in me."
"Just like being in a prize ring does?"
"No, this is completely different. This is the lover side of me coming out. Now just reach out and play with my prick."
"Not here on the freeway," she said.
"If I got off the freeway and drove down a side street, will you play with my prick then?"
"No, I wouldn't."
"That's what I was afraid of," Gordy said. "That would be crude. I don't believe in doing things like that."
"How about in private."
"That depends."
"You really are a hard cookie to crack," Gordy laughed.
"I'm not an easy mark."
"I guess you're not. But I probably like you better for that reason. You're no push-over, baby. As a matter-of-fact, you're a pretty shrewd gal."
Gordy had a thin smile on his lips as he continued driving down the freeway.
Even though Sally was still doing some active resisting, he recognized that he had the situation well in control.
Perhaps, he reasoned, he had gone a little too far in expecting her to play with his prick as they drove in the Porsche.
But one mistake certainly wasn't enough to kill him off. He would rise to the surface, getting precisely what he wanted from beautiful Sally once the time came.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Sally couldn't help but find Gordon Kelly interesting, but she remained a little apprehensive of him at the same time.
She was concerned over the fact that, after coming on like a gentleman, he had begun acting in a little cruder fashion than she would have liked.
But still there was a certain rugged attractiveness about him, and he was the first professional athlete that she had ever known.
They arrived at Gordy's fashionable apartment, and he showed her around every room.
"This is lovely," Sally smiled.
"It sure is, and I couldn't have gotten it on my brains, that's for damned sure."
"Don't be so certain. You strike me as a very clever guy, Gordy."
"I appreciate you trying to be kind," he laughed, "but I really can't buy too much of what you said. Fortunately, I've got a good physique and fists that are like a couple of damned rocks. That's what has gotten me by. By the way, let me show you my den."
A big smile began to sweep across Gordy's face as he took Sally into the den.
He showed her pictures of himself on the wall.
There were various action shots taken from fights in which he participated. He would point to a certain picture, tell Sally the details concerning it, then move on to the picture next to it.
After he showed her all of the pictures, he turned and walked toward the movie projector in the corner of the room.
"I've got a film that a friend of mine made. He's a film editor and he put together a series of all my great fights. You can see the highlights on this one film. Would you like to see it?" he asked.
"That would be fine," Sally nodded.
Even though Sally was acting curious about seeing the fight film, there was a side to her that was very negatively disposed to the idea. She hated violence, and boxing was something that she always dreaded.
She remembered how Jerry had tried to get her to go to a fight several times and on every occasion she had declined. But somehow, after meeting Gordon Kelly, she began to revise her values, at least to the extent of wanting to get acquainted with a fighter. But she still felt a little diffident about seeing the film.
Gordon cut off the light in the room, drawing the curtains shut. He placed the roll of film in the projector, then set up the screen in the other corner of the room.
They sat down on the sofa and observed the film, which featured Gordon beating up on a number of helpless opponents.
Several times Sally had to turn her head away, but through it all she managed to stay with the film up to the very end.
When Gordon shut off the projector and opened the curtains, he beamed proudly.
"Don't I look pretty good in the ring."
"Yes, I suppose you do. But I'm no expert."
"You certainly aren't one to go overboard, are you?"
"No, I generally watch my words carefully."
"I guess that's a good trait," Gordon chuckled. "But there's something else too that you haven't leveled with me on. There's a side of you that's really turned off to boxing."
"How do you know?"
"Hell, I've been around dames long enough to tell whew somebody is turned off about the brutality in boxing. I recognize your tendency, and I don't really blame you. What the hell, you may be right. A lot of the chicks that I've known through the years have been a little uptight about the way I've made a buck."
"That's really unfortunate. I mean, you really are successful in what you do."
"Now let's forget about that. As I said, I'm really a lover at heart. As a matter-of-fact, I'd like to show you another film."
"What kind of film is this one?"
"You'll soon see," he chuckled.
A few moments later he drew the curtains, then sat down next to Sally on the sofa.
The film opened with a beautiful, woman and a handsome man lying together in bed.
The man kissed the woman several times, then let his fingers probe around her breasts.
"You see, I gave you one film that was about making war, this one is about making love,"
Gordy laughed. "You should really enjoy it."
"I will."
Gordon slipped his left arm around his beautiful guest, and as he let the arm remain in place, he continued to watch the unfolding action on the screen.
The tempo picked up swiftly as the woman reached out with her right hand and began pumping up and down on the man's stiff prick.
"That looks pretty good," Gordy laughed. "Are yon ready for something like that?"
Sally said nothing, but was getting hotter by the moment as she watched the steadily unfolding activity on the screen.
Gordy quickly unzipped his trousers, pulling out his huge erect phallus.
"Come on and play with my prick," Gordy said. "Just use the same movements the chick does in this movie. That will be your guide, baby."
Sally reached out with her right hand, pumping up and down in the same vigorous, methodical manner as the girl in the movie was applying herself.
Up and down she pumped on Gordy's long stick, and every time the girl on the screen would accelerate her movements, Sally would do the identical thing.
"I like your action," Gordy said. "You're really doing a great job, honey, I like it, I really do."
Up and down she continued to pump, and the longer she watched the unfolding action on the screen, the more eager she became for even more in the way of intimate forms of contact.
The finger movements suddenly ceased as the woman in the film began to slide her tongue over the edge of the man's long dick.
"You don't have to do that," Gordy said. "Not right now, anyway. Just keep jerking, baby, and you might get carried away to the point where I think I can't take any more of this, then I will call you off. You read me?"
"Yes, I do."
"That's good."
She kept on steadily working her fingers up and down Gordy's long prick. The fighter was enjoying the movements that she supplied, recognizing that it wouldn't be long before they would be climbing in bed together.
The woman on the screen kept up her effective sucking, bobbing her head up and down as the camera moved in, catching the sucking action.
"Just keep watching that," Gordy said. "That's what I call a great example. You can't help but profit from watching that kind of a suck job. Look at that gal move her tongue. She's got as talented a tongue as you could hope to find."
The girl kept on running her tongue up and down the man's pole until finally the camera closed in on the tip of his penis.
As the girl worked eagerly over his dick, a stream of hot white juice began to bolt from the end of his organ.
The man's entire body trembled as the sea of white liquid spurted out of the end of his pecker and into her waiting mouth.
She released her tongue from his cock, after which they embraced.
At that point the film came to an end.
"That's it," Gordy said. "You can turn loose now, baby."
As Sally released her fingers from his cock, Gordy jumped up from the sofa, turning off the projector.
"Just look at my cock," Gordy pointed toward it.
His prick stood long and tall, and Gordy was nervous then about getting into bed and fucking.
"Let's go into the bedroom," he said with impatience. "I've got to fuck you right now."
By that time Sally's resistance had completely left her. The vigorous contact with his huge penis had driven out the last vestiges of opposition in her. She was all set to engage in some spirited screwing with Gordy.
They walked briskly into the bedroom, at which point Sally stood next to the bed, waiting for Gordy to make the first move.
He immediately seized the initiative, throwing his arms around Sally and delivering a stirring kiss to her lips.
His powerful fingers worked their way down to her back, then to the buttocks, as his lips remained frozen against hers.
Gordy released his fingers from her buttocks, then ran his fingers through her hair.
Gordy broke their kiss, then slipped his tongue eagerly inside her mouth.
The tongues continued to collide with steady eagerness, and as they meshed with passionate enthusiasm, he felt a propelling urge to undress her.
He released his tongue from her mouth, then prepared to get into the act of lovemaking.
"I've got to undress you," he told Sally.
Gordy's eager fingers pushed her body backward as they moved into bed together.
He lowered her body downward with stabbing kisses to her lips all the while.
They lay together in the bed, and then Gordy reached out and began to undo her clothing.
He would periodically kiss her lips, just to keep her good and hot while he removed the clothes.
After Gordy got gorgeous Sally down to her panties and bra, the hungry fires within him multiplied all the more.
"I don't know that my cock can hold out," he laughed nervously. "And if it can hold out, I don't know for how long."
His fingers worked effectively against her bra, quickly removing it.
The fingers then began to collide with her nipples. He pressed his fingers firmly against her skin, then slid them over her firm breasts.
He let his fingers slide down eventually to her panties. He gripped the elastic which held them together, then began to slide them down her legs.
Swiftly he tugged at her panties, sliding them off.
"You're beautiful, baby, real beautiful," he said.
Once Gordy released Sally's panties, he slipped his tongue inside her mouth. They engaged in a brisk French kiss which lasted for several long minutes.
By the time that Gordy released his tongue from his lover's mouth, he felt like removing his clothes.
Gordy got up from the bed, then began to nervously remove his shirt, then his trousers.
Sally watched with great appreciation, enjoying the sight of his powerful, nude body. In addition to having a long, stiff cock, Gordy possessed broad shoulders, powerful biceps, and a huge chest and long legs.
"I want you," Gordy said.
A panting, anxiety-ridden Sally awaited Gordy's first move.
Gordy sank his head down between her legs, reaching out and grabbed her thighs, which he systematically parted.
"I want you bad, baby," he told her.
Gordy sank his head down toward her vagina. He kissed it several times in succession, then got set to unleash his tongue.
"Baby, you're too much for me," Sally sighed. "You're quite a man."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Gordy's fingers worked their way smoothly over Sally's snatch.
His heart pounded eagerly as his fingers continued to glide over her velvety vagina.
While the fingers of his right hand made fervent contact with her pussy lips, Gordy allowed his left hand to roam over her creamy breasts.
"You've sure got a nice pair of tits," he said. "They're just made for my fingers."
Sally liked the authoritative manner with which Gordy manipulated his fingers over her tits.
Every time he squeezed her nipples, she thrilled at his virility. He had such powerful hands that even a mild touch resulted in the expenditure of a great deal of strength.
He removed his fingers finally from her pussy, lowering his head and slaking his tongue against her vagina.
He was pleased to discover that she had already become moist between her legs, and as he worked his tongue with dispatch over her mound, the thrills reverberated throughout his entire body.
He kept on allowing the fingers of his left hand to work around her breasts, and now he put his right hand to work, driving the fingers vigorously over her tits.
Sally's body vibrated to his every skilled touch, and the longer that Gordy let his sweeping tongue move over her flaming mound, the closer that she drew toward orgasm.
"Ah, this is so good," Sally exclaimed, smiling happily. "You've got such a wonderful tongue, dear."
Sally was getting so carried away with the results of the fervent tongue movements, that she started to kick her legs back and forth on the bed as he kept up his stirring tongue movements.
He busily glided his tongue into the innermost depths of her vagina, driving it back and forth, precipitating sensations within her that had been lying dormant aside from her activities with Scott.
She began to recognize how her sex interlude with her husband Jerry had diminished intensely through the years. No longer did she get those helpless feelings of potent excitement that were reeling through her at that moment when she had sex with Jerry.
Her legs began to extend themselves outwardly as he kept up his systematic sucking, working her ever closer to the point of climax.
When Gordy recognized just how close his lover Sally was drawing to orgasm, he lowered his hands down toward her buttocks.
Gordy reached out and grabbed her creamy buttocks, working his fingers against them passionately as he kept up the spirited sucking.
He kept on letting his tongue collide with her mound, and he loved the moistness. It did him a world of good to suck her box, and soon, he knew, she would be releasing her pussy juices in his mouth.
The stroking continued at the same brisk clip, and finally Sally recognized that she could not hold out any longer. She felt the burning urges in her twat, and knew that she would be exploding at any moment.
Several strokes later she let out an impassioned cry:
"Can you ever suck pussy. I'm going to shoot, baby, fuck you right in your beautiful mouth. Just keep going, honey, just a few more strokes, that's all that I need."
Her trembling fingers reached out and grabbed hold of his thighs. His head continued to bounce up and down as he worked his tongue with vigor around her pussy.
He slid the tongue fervently back and forth, keeping up his intensive pace, never letting up, driving with every ounce of energy he possessed in every searing tongue maneuver.
Finally Sally heaved a sigh, at which point the juices within her suddenly exploded inside his mouth.
Her whole body quivered helplessly as the stirring juices shot out of her pussy and into her lover's waiting mouth.
"It's great, it's so great," she said softly. "Your tongue knows just how to suck me."
He released his tongue from her mound, then got set to exercise his hard cock.
"Reach out and touch it," he told her. "I want you to play with my dick."
"I'd be happy to," she sighed. "Can I play with your balls too?"
"By all means."
Sally reached out with her right hand, beginning to tug on her lover's balls. She allowed the fingers of her left hand to work up and down over his huge dick.
A triumphant smile suddenly emerged on Gordy's face. Sally immediately recognized it as the same expression he had had on his face in the pictures following his victories in the prize ring.
"You're really a champ with your finger movements," he laughed. "I've certainly got to give you an A for effort and an A for achievement."
It made Sally feel good to know that she had the finger movements down pat to make the virile, ruggedly handsome prizefighter sit up and take notice.
She began to intensify her finger movements, letting the fingers indent sharply into his balls. And while she gave his balls a good work-out, she was working feverishly up and down the full length of his huge dick.
He began to maneuver his body back and forth, picking up on the rhythmic tempo that she was clearly establishing by virtue of her sexy finger movements.
"Keep it going," he nodded. "Just keep the finger action going. You really have what it takes.
Work them faster, darling. That's it. I love what you are doing. You're really doing a great job. You're working those fingers fast, honey. Oh yes, you're doing a good job."
The fingers pumped even more quickly over his cock and as she continued, she pushed him ever quicker to climax.
Gordy knew that he would have to get his rocks off immediately, and that meant jumping on his lover Sally and fucking her.
He wanted to sample her hot cunt, the same twat that his tongue had been in just a few moments earlier.
But before he got his cock into high gear, Gordy savored the opportunity to toy with beautiful Sally's hot snatch.
"Turn loose," he said.
"Don't you like me fingering your cock and balls?"
"I like it too much."
"Then that must mean I really did a good job."
"I told you that you get an A for effort and achievement."
"I guess a girl can't ask for more than that."
"That means you achieved all that anybody could be asked to, baby. So now let me go to work," Gordy exclaimed.
Gordy reached down with the fingers of his right hand, running them over her box.
He wanted to ignite Sally one more time. He hoped that he could get her close to orgasm, so that she would be on the verge of shooting at the very time that he entered her mound with his hot penis.
"Baby, those fingers are like magic," Sally said.
"They are when I'm in your twat, baby. You inspire me. You really bring out the beast in me."
"But fortunately it's a completely different beast than the one I saw in the film."
"That's another story. like I said, I do one thing for a living, and another thing for pleasure. This is the real me, honey, the lover."
"I like this side of you very much."
"Bear with me, baby, and I'll give you a cunt fuck that you'll never forget"
"Every minute with you has been unforgettable."
"That's so good to hear." Gordy grinned.
He released his fingers from Sally's mound, then decided that he just couldn't resist sucking her cunt a second time.
"Will you let me fuck your cunt if I suck it again ? " he asked.
"That would be great, baby. I could stand to shoot one more time."
"I'll just bet you could."
"Oh yes. I want you to drill me with your tongue."
"Coming right up, sweetie. I'll do that."
He moved his tongue into place, letting it go to work inside her hot mound.
With fervent delight, he opened up, allowing his tongue to maneuver freely over Sally's hot snatch.
He liked the way that Sally's hips began to vibrate and rotate with every stirring stab that he put forward.
His tongue was moving uninhibitedly over every crevice of her hot vaginal flesh, and he sensed that she would be climaxing very shortly.
"Keep driving your tongue," she called out. "Keep it moving, baby. Work it over my snatch. I'm going to shoot in your mouth. I'm going to fuck your beautiful mouth. Just keep up the tongue action."
His fingers curled around her buttocks as he kept up the burning pace, driving his tongue ever so spiritedly against Sally's twat.
Her whole body gave way under the steady impact of his sucking movements, and soon she recognized just how dominant he was when it came to sex.
Gordy was taking over the entire situation, as he was clearly proving with his fervent tongue stabs.
A few driving movements later, the juice began to spurt out of her pussy.
With brisk effectiveness, Gordy gobbled up every droplet of pussy juice from Sally's mound.
He did his usual thorough job, then swiftly withdrew his tongue from her pussy.
"I couldn't have asked for anything more," a gratified Sally maintained.
"I can ask for more," Gordy grinned, reaching out and patting Sally's buttocks affectionately. "As a matter-of-fact, I'm asking for it right now. I want to fuck your cunt."
"I'll just bet you do."
"It looks so tight and appealing."
"It's made to order for your cock."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Gordy couldn't seem to get enough of Sally's beautiful body.
Even though his penis was so rock hard that he had to get it off quickly, he also had a fervent desire to get more accustomed to Sally's body, and the best means of accomplishing that objective lay in sustained body contact with her.
In that connection, Gordy slipped his tongue down over Sally's left breast. This time he sucked with even more enthusiasm than he had on the other occasion.
He drove his tongue steadily like a torpedo, continuing to gain momentum until he was working it as rapidly as he possibly could.
While his tongue continued to press against her firm breast skin, he reached down with his fingers and toyed with his lover's ass-cheeks.
It made Gordy feel good to know that he had managed to push Sally this far on the basis of their first meeting. After all, in the beginning, he wondered just how far she would be willing to go with him.
At one point he had feared that he might strike out, something he rarely did. Of course he knew Sally wasn't overawed by his reputation as a famous athlete such as certain other women had been, and that in and of itself made her that much more of a significant challenge for him.
His strong fingers imprinted themselves into her ass-cheeks, and as he continued to press, his tongue worked with vigorous skill around her breasts.
Gordy quickly switched from one breast to the other, repeating the same spirited movements, causing Sally to once more get highly aroused.
"You've got to fuck me pretty quick, because I can't take too much more of this," Sally said. "You are all energy, honey."
Gordy worked his teeth against her nipples, letting the teeth collide ever so gracefully.
Gordy was swept away with the passion of his own movements, and recognized at that point that Sally wasn't the only one who needed to have him provide her with release.
He needed the release as well. The strength had run out. He had engaged in as much preliminary action as he could possibly stand. From that point onward he would have to get busy and fuck her vagina.
He slipped his tool ever so slowly inside Sally's mound. He wanted to make the fuck last, even though his instincts were telling him to spear her with everything he had. He knew that if he fucked off too quickly, that it would minimize his pleasures, and he didn't want to run the risk of doing that.
He had come too far and had worked too hard to foil himself with a premature climax.
He slid his cock slowly but gingerly into her mound, pushing with convincing grace against her pussy lining.
While his penis was maintaining a brisk pace, sliding ever so diligently inside her mound, he reached out and pressed the skin around her ass-cheeks.
He liked touching her buttocks, and every time that he let his fingers roll against her smooth, warm skin, it made him feel that much more pon-tented about things.
But the contentment certainly wasn't going to influence him to the point to where he would slow down. Nothing could ever make him do that. Not when Gordy's trusty iron cock was as hard and as anxious as it was at that point in time.
He began to thunder forward with his firm stick, driving it with convincing rapidity ever deeper into his lover's hot mound.
The longer he spiritedly drove his rod, the better that he liked the unfolding action that was taking place.
With burning desire, he entered her with greater depth, driving his torrid rod deep inside her flaming box, pushing and plunging his stabbing pecker with every ounce of resourceful energy that he possessed into her burning mound.
"Keep fucking," she exclaimed. "And kiss me every now and then, darling. That will make me feel so good if you do it. Come on and drive your cock, honey. Move it fast. Move it hard. Push it into me, baby, I want your hot prick."
Gordy continued his intense pace, rifling his surging spear ever deeper into her hot pussy flesh.
Every time he plunged deeper into her love gash, he felt the swelling in his balls becoming more pronounced.
He liked the fact that there was a sea of juice that was mounting in intensity down between his legs, and as his burning testicles continued to surge, so did his cock which was plunging devastatingly inside her mound.
Gordy liked the fact that beautiful Sally had an instinctive way of meeting his every stroke. Every time that he plunged his pecker into her, her legs and body would rotate systematically to meet his stabs.
He kept up the steady cock action and ran his fingers from her buttocks down to her thighs. He gingerly touched her thighs, enjoying the finger contact as the fucking continued.
"Maybe I will kiss you," Gordy gasped, keeping up the penetrating movements.
"I wish you would."
"Hang on, baby, it would be a great idea."
Gordy slipped his head forward, allowing his tongue to slide inside Sally's mouth.
The tongues met briskly, and soon Gordy was able to match the tongue action with the cock activity.
For every spearing thrust that his cock generated, he worked his tongue that much more eagerly against hers.
Devastatingly he continued to push his plunging pecker forward, moving ever closer to the moment of climax.
Gordy's body began to tremble as he reached the closing stages of the act. He recognized just how close he had drawn to the moment of impact, that at which the sea of burning white lava would be released from the end of his hot dick and into the waiting mound of beautiful Sally.
He couldn't help but be impressed with Sally's tightness. In addition, Gordy liked the way in which she manipulated her hips. She had a unique way of doing it that would accommodate his activities to such a degree that his target became tighter.
She would tighten her legs, putting them together every now and then, providing him with a more devastating and tighter screwing sensation.
He kept up the burning cunt movements for quite some time, then suddenly released his tongue.
He plunged his lips firmly against Sally's, letting them remain firmly in place, locked against hers for a few minutes.
In the meantime he felt the burning sensations riding systematically in his loins. It was pushing ever closer to the moment of climax, that in which the juices would spill out the end of his burning cock and into her pussy.
Gordy released his lips from hers, then slipped his tongue inside Sally's mouth.
Once again the tongues met devastatingly, and Gordy could feel the juices swelling within his balls. It was just a question of when, and he realized that it wouldn't be long before the white lava would be shooting from the end of his stick.
Gordy's hot, bulging spear kept on plunging, moving ever deeper and more intimately into Sally's pussy, and his breath became short.
He began fucking her in short, staccato movements, pushing ever closer to his climax.
Gordy finally released his tongue from Sally's mouth, then exclaimed: "Get set."
"I know. You're almost there," Sally gasped.
"I sure as hell am. How about you?"
"Yes, me too."
"I'm going to spill my juices."
"Oh yes. I know you are. I want them."
The sea of white liquid began to spill out of the tip of his long flaming cock.
As the burning juices shot into Sally's waiting pussy, she also exploded, unleashing her juices.
It felt good to Gordy to be experiencing a simultaneous orgasm, and he interpreted this as an excellent sign. It meant that they were apparently in the position wherein they knew just how to please each other.
He kept on pushing his pecker into her until the final few droplets of cum eased out of his dick.
He then released his tool, lying next to his lover and throwing his arms around her.
"You're too beautiful to believe," Gordy told her.
"I couldn't believe this fuck."
"It didn't take us long to get rolling, did it?"
"I guess not. I could have exploded any time. I was really hanging on. You know, holding on to the orgasm as long as I could."
"Two play that game," Gordy laughed. "I wanted to hang onto it too. It was such a beautiful experience that L didn't want it to end too fast."
"That was exactly my feeling."
"You're such a beautiful gal," Gordy said. "Any man would find it an honor to fuck you."
"You really think that."
"I know it, sweetheart."
Gordy leaned forward and delivered a searing kiss to Sally's lips just to prove his point. When he released his lips from hers, he looked at her with deep passion.
"I hope you're not figuring on leaving right now," he said. "Because I've got some more fucking to do."
"No, as a matter-of-fact, I'm with you. I won't stop unless you do."
"There's no way that I'm going to stop right now," Gordy laughed. "You've heard about the Fighting Irishman."
"Yeah, but I thought you were basically a lover," she laughed.
"No, I mean I fight like hell when it comes to getting as many orgasms as I can."
"Then that's a different story, isn't it?"
"You're damned right. That's the lover in me at work."
"It's a pretty appealing side of you, baby."
"I'm so glad to hear you say that."
Once more Gordy let his lips come into contact with Sally's.
She couldn't get over how sexy this hot man was. There just didn't seem to be any stopping him, and whereas certain other men preferred to coast at least part of the time with sex, with Gordy he was always seemingly in high gear.
It reminded her very much of the rewarding sex she had experienced with Scott.
Sally still felt a certain measure of guilt in having sex with Gordy, but not nearly to the same degree that she had felt when she performed with Scott.
She regarded her philandering as a necessary evil, and, even though it was pleasurable, she felt funny about it. But the alternative, she thought, was even worse. If she didn't have sex with somebody like Gordy, then she would no doubt be having it with her son Scott, and she did not want to get involved in any activity of that sort again.
As she looked over at Gordy, Sally observed his cock beginning to substantially rise once more. She could tell that he was getting in the mood to jump back into the act of sex, and as she looked at him, she could see the look of searing intensity manifesting itself in Gordy's eyes.
"Let's get back to the fucking," he told her.
"I'm for that if you are."
"I need you, baby. I really do. I need you damned bad."
"You're such a dynamic guy. You've really got a cock on you and you know just how to use it."
"It's no good having one there unless you know how to use it," Gordy laughed.
"That's so true, my dear."
The longer that Gordy looked at Sally's beautiful form, the hungrier he became all over again.
Soon the swelling hungers were overpowering him, and Gordy recognized that the time was ripe to get involved in more sex with his lovely friend.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Once the swelling urges within Gordy reached a searing crescendo, he recognized that he had to get back into the act of sex.
He reached out and threw his arms firmly around Sally's warm body, then slipped his tongue inside her mouth.
While his fingers slipped up and down Sally's back, he worked his tongue eagerly inside Sally's mouth.
He had learned from his past association with her that he could get her extra hot by exchanging tongue stabs, and that was his strategy at that particular moment. He wanted to exchange the tongue movements, hoping to get her so enthused that they would both be ready for extensive sex.
The tongues continued to slide against one another, and as Gordy kept running his fingers down his lover's back, Sally ran her fingers through Gordy's hair.
The tongue movements intensified rapidly, and soon they were slipping their tongues against one another more diligently than ever.
They kept up their stirring movements till their bodies began to rock and sway. At that point Gordy recognized that they were going to have to get back into the act of sex. He would have to thrust his tongue inside his lover's slit.
Gordy released his tongue from Sally's mouth.
"I think that was a beautiful prelude," he said.
"Yes, but it's hard for me to think of it as a prelude. As a matter-of-fact, I just about orgasmed."
"That's so true. That worked both ways."
"What do you want to do next."
"Let's do it sixty-nine style, honey," Gordy told her firmly.
"Say, that sounds beautiful."
"Of course it does. Let's get it on."
Gordy slid his body sideways, positioning it just across from Sally's mouth. He made certain that he was in such a strategic position that she was within tongue shot of his cock.
Gordy leaned his head forward, letting his tongue slip ever so slowly inside Sally's love gash.
He began by working his tongue with systematic ease, going at a slow clip but nonetheless demonstrating thoroughly with his sucking movements.
Gordy wanted to get her off, and felt that was the best way to do it, to start out slowly, particularly since he expected her to do a thorough job on his cock.
Gordy was very happy to see that Sally was living up to his expectations. She worked her tongue slowly over the tip of his organ, matching his tempo.
One of the things that Gordy liked best about Sally was that they always seemed to be able to match each other's tempo. That wasn't always the case in every association he had, but with Sally things always seemed to flow magnificently.
He kept up his slow pace, making certain that every stroke was thorough. He let his tongue slide over the entire course of her vagina, and as that occurred, she worked her tongue up and down his throbbing dick.
Sally had commenced her efforts by working her tongue over the very tip of his hard dick, but soon she was extending her efforts over the entire length of it.
Gordy received additional sensations as Sally worked the fingers of her right hand against his balls.
It made him feel good to know that his testicles were also being given physical consideration while she was sucking his hard dick.
The longer that she kept up her movements, the closer that Gordy increasingly came to exploding his juices. He liked the way the tempo was building, and the longer that she sucked him, the more happy he felt about everything that was occurring.
The tongue efforts continued in a brisk fashion, and finally Gordy felt himself winding toward climax.
He thrust his burning tongue into her mound faster than ever, whip lashing it with consistent grace as he worked ever so effectively around her pussy.
Her body began to twitch, particularly her buttocks, as they moved each other that much closer to climax.
Gordy could tell just how close his lover had o come to the final moment of impact, so he stroked with everything he had, driving his tongue fervently around her mound.
A few hot strokes later, a trembling Sally unleashed the juices inside Gordy's mouth.
He was more than happy to receive her juices, and by doing so it made him that much more eager to explode his hot cock juice inside her mouth.
Gordy immediately went back to resuming his cunt sucking, hoping to get her off a second time.
Their tongues continued to slash against one another's organ as they pushed ever closer to a searing climax.
Gordy was bolstered by the fact that he had tasted his lover's juices, and he wanted more.
Sally could hardly believe all that she had been experiencing that afternoon. She remembered how when she had met Gordy, he had intervened on her behalf when the terrible drunk had insulted her.
Even though Gordy at certain intervals had come on too strong, she remained attracted to him, so much so that eventually she wound up in bed with him.
She couldn't get over how many times she had orgasmed. It was unusual for her to shoot that many times, but then again, Gordy was really a special person. He had a way of making her feel special, and a systematic way of getting her extremely hot.
He was now in the closing stages, about ready to shoot his juices inside her mouth.
They kept on with their burning tongue movements, driving the tongues with blistering enthusiasm against each other.
Sally was just about set to shoot her juices, and Gordy recognized that he couldn't hold out for much longer either.
The determined efforts continued, and finally Gordy gave way, unleashing the hot white juices out of the end of his long cock and into Sally's waiting mouth.
He watched Sally moving her tongue with systematic eagerness, grabbing up every hot droplet of cum that spilled out of the end of his cock.
He would have released his tongue from her mound long enough to provide her with verbal encouragement, but there were two specific reasons why he did not do so. For one thing, he was too busy sucking her cunt, and for the other, he recognized that somebody as turned on as gorgeous Sally did not really need any encouragement.
As the white orgasmic liquid continued to spill out of his cock, she firmly attacked it, going after every hot drop.
Once he finished exploding the last few droplets of juice inside her mouth, Gordy recognized that he just about had his lover once more on the verge of orgasm.
While his tongue continued to dart and stab against her moist vagina flesh, Gordy reached out with his left index finger and began to probe her ass-hole.
He penetrated it with swift grace, plunging his finger high and hard as he kept up the hot sucking, driving his tongue into her box and pushing her that much closer to climax.
A few hot strokes later, the juices were released out of the end of her pussy and into his mouth.
Once more Gordy was elated to be receiving the juices of beautiful Sally, and as they continued to spill out of her vagina and into his mouth, he kept on plunging his finger high into her rectum.
He enjoyed the brisk finger contact, and as he gobbled down the last few droplets, Gordy realized that he had scored a fantastic triumph. He had brought Sally to climax on many occasions, and had succeeded in fucking her cunt and mouth.
When Gordy withdrew his now satisfied tongue from Sally's box, he looked at her with deep admiration.
"You're quite a woman, Sally, and I hope that this is the start of a beautiful relationship," he said.
"I am married, you know."
"No, I didn't know that," Gordy said with interest.
"That's right. I guess I took the ring off before I went to the bar."
"Tell me about your husband."
"He's a now famous author," she said. "He's traveling around the country, and I haven't seen him in better than a month."
"That's a damned shame. If I had a gorgeous chick like you around the house, I don't think I'd leave for anything."
"I don't know. What if you had a championship fight?"
"I guess I would, if it was for a short time."
"That's just the way it was with Jerry."
"If you're defending him so strongly, then why are you out looking for other guys?"
"What makes you think I'm out looking for other guys?"
"Come off it, honey. You wouldn't have been in the bar if you hadn't been looking. Sure, you weren't about to go off with the first crude character that came along, but you were looking.
When you left the bar with me, you had a little bit of an inkling of what I wanted. Surely you couldn't have been that naive. Not anybody as sharp as you."
"No, I guess you're right," Sally said, "but it makes me a little uptight."
"Why is that?" Gordy asked. j
"Because I ought to be saving my fucks for my husband."
"But you say he's been gone for a while."
"That's right."
"So there's your explanation. Sure, he's been gone and you've gotten hot. On top of that, I have a hunch you've gotten a little tired of him anyway."
"What makes you say that?" she struck back sharply.
"For a very good reason. I can just tell by how passionate you were with me. It was as if you were waiting for a very long time to let yourself go. Am I right?"
"You know, for a fighter, you make about the best practical psychologist I've ever run into." Sally shook her head. "Yes, you're completely right."
"That's just what I figured," he nodded. "I'll tell you something, baby. My husband is a good guy. I think the world of him. But I have been coming to realize more than ever lately that I just don't turn on to him like I used to."
"That's highly unfortunate."
"It is, but not to me. I take advantage of situations like this. I've banged a lot of married women in my life, and I've brought a whole lot of meaning into their lives."
"You seem proud of it."
"Of course I am. I'm happy whenever I can bring any meaning into anyone's life."
"Does it bother you to fuck with married women?"
"Hell no. If they didn't screw with me, they'd screw with somebody else. This is the way it goes. Once they're disenchanted, they're out looking. If they don't find me, they will find somebody else. So I might just as well take advantage of a situation once it presents itself."
"You are a very wise man," Sally shook her head. "Maybe you don't have a lot of formal education, but don't ever put yourself down. You are really a very shrewd guy."
"I thank you for the compliment." Gordy smiled. "And I hope that maybe you can show up here tomorrow night. I'm having a little surprise party."
"Don't you ever get around for training for those fights?"
"I do when the time comes. I'm in light training now, but I don't like to let too much training interfere with my social life."
"No, that's the impression I got as well." She laughed. "So when are you having this party?"
"It will start around eight."
"What kind of a party is it supposed to be?"
"A fun party," Gordy laughed. "But don't ask a lot of questions. Just show up. The future will take care of itself."
"I suppose that's true. Maybe I made the mistake in the past of asking too many questions about various things. I guess it probably would do me a world of good just to let myself go a little."
"You stick around me for any length of time, baby, and your whole life will change."
"For the better."
"I think so."
At that point Sally got up slowly from the bed. She realized at that juncture just how tired she was from all the vigorous sexual activity.
Her legs in particular felt the strain, and she realized she couldn't be surprised in view of all that she had done.
Sally put on her clothes very slowly, then got ready to leave Gordy's apartment.
"So, can you make it tomorrow?" he asked.
"Yes, I suppose I can."
"That's good. Wait for me."
"That's right," Sally burst into laughter. "You drove me over here, didn't you?"
"That's right. That means I've got to drive you back to the bar."
"Are you going to miss your work-out tonight?"
"Come to think of it, I am." Gordy laughed. "It's too late to go to that damned gym now."
"See what I made you do?"
"Don't worry about a thing. I'll gladly miss a work-out for you anytime."
"I don't know how you can maintain yourself as a successful fighter if you keep this up."
"I'll work a little harder tomorrow." He shrugged.
"Then what about the party?"
"That's after the work-out." He laughed. "But as I told you, I'm between fights."
They got into Gordy's sports car and rode back to the bar.
Sally couldn't help but be fascinated with Gordy, but yet there was another side of her that remained fearful. She could see that he was eager to get involved in an extended relationship, and she recognized what the-likely dangers would be of her following through with such an activity.
As for the moment, however, she decided that she would play the relationship the way it was for all it was worth and enjoy herself.
At least it kept her away from Scott.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Throughout the drive back from the bar to her house, Sally worried about Scott.
She wondered just how she would ever tell him what she had to, that it just wasn't right for them to continue their sex relationship.
She arrived back at the house, then walked inside.
Scott was sitting in the living room watching television.
"Hello, dear," she greeted him with a smile. "Where have you been?" he asked.
"Oh, just around."
"You've been drinking."
"Yeah, I've had a few."
"I bet you've been doing more than drinking. I bet you've been balling."
"Scott, how you talk," Sally replied in a shocked tone.
"Isn't it true?"
"I wish you'd shut the TV off, Scott. I'd like to have a nice long talk with you. It's something I've been putting off for quite a while, but I need to do it right now."
Scott got up from the chair, walking over and turning off the television set.
He walked back to the chair and sat down, crossing his legs stiffly and looking up at Sally with anticipation.
Sally sat down in a chair directly across from Scott, then looked into his eyes.
"I've been doing a lot of hard thinking about us, dear, and it just isn't right," Sally said.
"What have you been doing tonight?"
"I was coming to that. I won't try and pull any wool over your eyes. I'll be as honest as I can. You see, my dear, I got to really thinking about everything this afternoon. I really began feeling guilty about us having sex. It was tough being in the stir as long as I was, not having your father around and not having any other outlets. That's why I'm sure I was so inclined to have sex with you. But now I feel that I've got to stop. It would be destructive for me, as long and as hard as I've worked to bring you up right, to weaken and have sex with you."
"So what did you do tonight?" Scott said sadly. "I've got a hunch that that has a lot to do with why you're talking this way."
"No, that's where you're wrong. When I got to thinking this afternoon, dear, I figured that it would be better for me to go out and have sex with somebody else rather than with you. At least I wouldn't be corrupting my own son. So I met a fellow at a bar and went over to his house."
"You don't know how much this crushes me," Scott said as tears began to form at the corners of his eyes.
"I think I do," she said sadly. "But I wish you'd bear with me. I'm real sorry about this whole thing."
"I'm disgusted," Scott said. "I waited for a long time for dinner, then I finally fixed myself a TV dinner."
"I'm awfully sorry about that, dear."
"Are you going to see this guy again?" Scott looked at Sally bitterly.
"Yes, I wanted to tell you about that too. I've been invited to a party at his house tomorrow night."
"Oh gee, that's great," Scott said nastily. "Lot's of luck, Mom."
"Please, Scott, don't talk to me that way," Sally said.
A sad expression surfaced on her face, and soon the tears were streaming down her cheeks.
"I think I've heard about enough," Scott said, jumping up from his chair and walking toward the door.
"Where are you going?"
"Out. I'm going to go over to one of my girlfriends' houses. I don't know which one yet. Maybe whichever one is still talking to me. I've been ignoring them lately because I've been so hung up on you."
"I'm so sorry, hone., but you're a lot better off not dealing with some of those girls. You don't want to knock one of them up."
"You ought to be the last person in the world to be talking to me about morality," Scott said. "What the hell, you got out and got smashed, then got dicked by some guy at his pad, and I'm supposed to be listening to you about morals."
"Don't say that," Sally shrieked.
"I will say it, because it's damned true, and you know it is too."
Sally's head dropped, and her son opened the door, leaving the house.
He slammed the door resoundingly, and Sally walked quickly into the kitchen and promptly poured herself a drink.
Sally drank the drink down fast, knowing that it would serve as something in the form of a relief for her, but it didn't accomplish that purpose at all. Sally continued to feel deeply depressed.
She still loved Scott deeply, and it hurt her that things were working out as badly as they were.
If only, she thought, she wouldn't have gotten involved with him in sex to begin with. That was what made things so difficult.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
It hurt Sally when Scott refused to speak to her after their argument.
The whole next day she had mixed feelings about going to Gordy's party, and at one point she had decided not to.
In the middle of the afternoon as she was doing her nails, the telephone rang.
"Hello, is this Sally?" the booming man's voice came on the phone.
"Yes, it is. Who is this?"
"It's your lover, Gordy," he laughed. "How're you doing, doll?"
"Oh, Gordy, how's, it going?"
"Just fine. Just wanted to check and see if you'd be there tonight."
"Well, I don't know. It's kind of tough for me to make it."
"Like hell it is. Now don't chicken out on me," Gordy said, laughing loudly. "I'm expecting you there, honey. And I want you there at about eight."
Sally paused for several long seconds before answering.
"I suppose maybe I can make it," she finally replied.
"Of course you can. So I'll see you then."
Gordy promptly hung up the phone and Sally shook her head. She had been immediately talked into going to the party by Gordy, who just wouldn't take no for an answer.
He had a dynamic persuasiveness about him that caused her resistance to melt, and even though she felt guilty about going to his place one more time, she was going to do it.
That evening she showed up at Gordy's at eight o'clock sharp.
She was startled upon entering the apartment to observe two beautiful women sitting on a sofa. Both of them were clad in blouses and slacks, and each possessed a striking figure.
"I want to introduce you to my two friends," Gordy looked at Sally and smiled. "This is Cindy, and this is Rita. Girls, meet Sally."
"Hello there." Cindy, a gorgeous blonde in her middle twenties, smiled as she looked at Sally.
"How's it going baby?" Rita said.
Rita was a striking redhead who appeared to be in her middle thirties.
"Both of these chicks are strippers at a club that I go to." Gordy laughed. "I figured that it would be good for the four of us to get together."
"You mean this is it as far as the party goes?" Sally asked.
"You sound disappointed about it," Rita said. "You shouldn't seem disappointed. We're not disappointed about you. As a matter-of-fact, we're happy to have you here."
"We sure are," Cindy said. "Why are you reacting this way?"
"It's no offense. I just thought that a party would have more people."
"I know what she's saying," Gordy nodded. "She figured there would be a different ratio. Isn't that right, dear? More men and maybe one to every woman."
"Something like that."
"Not at my party," Gordy said. "I'm too damned selfish, honey. I like the idea of having a lot fewer guys than broads. As a matter-of-fact, if I can work it, like I did tonight, I'll just be all by myself."
"This Gordy is a real character." Rita laughed. "But he sure does have a nice cock."
"That he does," Cindy said.
"I'll get you girls drinks," Gordy said. "I fixed a nice pitcher of martinis."
"Gordy fixes the best martinis in town," Cindy said.
"Thank you, honey. Come on out and help me serve them."
"I'd be glad to," Cindy said.
Rita eyed Sally. It made Sally a little uncomfortable to observe the beautiful red-haired stripper staring at her in such a blatant manner.
"What are you looking at me for like that?" Sally finally asked.
"I'm looking at you because you look so damned beautiful," Rita exclaimed. "You really look good. Gordy said you were a knockout, and he was right."
"Thank you," Sally gulped.
Sally couldn't help but wonder about Rita, and why she was complimenting her in such an obvious fashion. She hoped that her fears were unjustified, and her apprehensions that perhaps
Rita was interested in her sexually.
They finished off the martini pitcher in short order, after which Rita and Cindy began to look at each other and smile.
"I'm going to play the role of voyeur tonight," Gory said. "I'll be jerking on my prick while you gals are going at it. So let's go into the bedroom."
A startled Sally got up and walked into the bedroom with Gordy and the two strippers.
Gordy immediately removed his clothing, reaching out and pumping on his prick.
"Should I suck you now?" Rita said.
"That wouldn't be a bad idea," Gordy nodded. "Drop down to your knees, baby, and suck my prick."
Rita immediately dropped down to her knees, reaching out and pumping up and down on Gordy's prick with her right hand.
While the fingers of her right hand went to work on his solid organ, the fingers of her left toyed with his nuts.
She maneuvered her fingers briskly, then soon let her tongue move in on his hard cock.
Up and down she worked her tongue enthusiastically, and Gordy enjoyed the strokes he received.
"You're on your way, honey, to a beautiful orgasm," Gordy said. "Keep playing with me, baby, work your tongue."
While Rita pumped her tongue up and down Gordy's hard prick, Cindy began to undress.
Sally watched the beautiful blonde lift her blouse over her head, then take off her bra.
Cindy had overpoweringly beautiful breasts, and Sally could tell from the way that she carried herself that she was only too well aware of her bodily charms.
After that, Cindy unzipped her slacks, stepping out of them, then tugging down on her panties and removing them entirely.
She stood in the middle of the room, reaching out with the fingers of her right hand and maneuvering them over her cunt.
While she steadily masturbated, lovely Rita was moving into the final stages of the cocksuck.
She moved her tongue quickly and systematically up and down Gordy's huge phallus, and he reached out with both hands, running them against her hair as she kept on pumping her tongue.
"Keep sucking," Gordy encouraged. "Work your mouth. I'm going to shoot my cum inside you."
A few brisk strokes later, Gordy released his sea of white sperm inside her mouth.
Cindy frantically masturbated, doing so until the juice spilled out of her pussy.
"I'm real moist," Cindy laughed, looking over at Gordy.
Rita released her tongue from Gordy's cock.
"That's real good, honey," Gordy said. "I wish you two gals would make it. I'll watch along with my friend Sally."
Sally was flabbergasted as she observed Cindy walking over to the bed and lowering her body into it.
She went back to masturbating, lying on her back and twisting her beautiful body as the fingers came into dramatic contact with her moist snatch.
"I'm giving you some incentive to undress quickly," she winked at Rita.
"Hang on, honey, because I'll be there in a second," Rita said.
"Just watch those two." Gordy looked at Sally and said, "Get busy, honey, and take off your clothes. You're going to get into this action, too."
"I'll keep them on," Sally said insistently.
"Have it your way," Gordy shrugged, "but we sure expect you to undress in a little bit."
"You're damned right we do," Cindy acknowledged as she kept on letting her fingers come into contact with her moist snatch.
Cindy's eyes were focused intently on Rita, who quickly climbed out of her clothes.
One could see the enthusiasm mounting on the face of beautiful Cindy as Rita removed her bra, then her panties.
"Let's sixty-nine," Rita said. "Oh yeah, that's what I want to see," Gordy exclaimed.
Gordy reached down and began pumping on his dick as the two girls climbed into bed together.
"Just watch this," Gordy said excitedly. "If this doesn't make you want to tear out of your clothes, then nothing will."
Sally watched closely as Rita and Cindy let their breasts collide. They both possessed gorgeous mammary endowments, and every time that the smooth, warm flesh clashed, they became that much hotter.
Sally was jolted by what she was observing. She had decided to attend the party, mainly so that she would have another opportunity to make love to Gordy, and it burned her up that the two beautiful Lesbians were assuming front stage at the moment.
The girls continued to let their breasts clash, and as they did so, they worked their tongues inside each other's mouth.
The tongues collided diligently, and the girls were working their way into that much wilder a torrent of enthusiasm.
Once Rita released her tongue from Cindy's mound, she slipped it downward toward her lover's anus.
"That's it, suck ass, girls," Gordy said, increasing the flowing tempo with which he was pumping up and down on his prick.
Sally watched with stupefaction as the girls worked their way into the sixty-nine position. Cindy wound up on top, letting her beautiful white buttocks position themselves just above Rita's tongue.
The girls went co work, allowing their tongues to slide eagerly inside each other's ass-hole.
With driving enthusiasm, they matched each other stroke for stroke, letting the tongues move briskly inside each other's anus.
Sally was incensed over the fact that Gordy was preoccupied with voyeuristic pleasure. She had hoped that he would provide her with the kind of enthusiasm she felt .she needed. Particularly since she had thrown over her fears and doubts to the extent of attending his party when she had at first decided against it.
The girls kept up the brisk ass sucking, until the pace became overwhelmingly swift.
"You'd better go the sixty-nine route fast," Gordy laughed, "because you girls aren't going to hold out otherwise. You've really got beautiful tongues. Keep on working, girls."
Their tongues kept on twisting and turning with great delight as they worked high into each other's ass-hole.
The darting movements continued, and the longer that they did so, the better that both of the girls liked it.
Cindy reached out and grabbed her beautiful lover's breasts, clutching them ever so firmly as she kept on sucking Rita's ass-hole.
Rita soon picked up the cue, letting her fingers distribute themselves eagerly over Cindy's breasts.
The longer that the girls worked their tongues, the better that they liked it and the more eager they became to shift them to each other's vaginas.
It was Cindy who finally withdrew her tongue from her lover's ass-hole.
"I'm too hot, I've got to shoot," she announced. "You've got to suck my pussy, honey."
"It's a deal, just as long as you suck mine."
"That would be great."
"Get it off, girls, get it off," Gordy said enthusiastically.
All the while Sally watched with a stunned look on her face. She could hardly believe what Gordy had subjected her to. She felt trapped, and what was worse, she wondered what she was expected to do after the two girls finished their act.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Rita tilted her buttocks, providing Cindy with her best possible opportunity to suck her mound.
In turn, Rita twisted Cindy's ass playfully, holding it in place just above Rita's tongue, giving her the opportunity to work her tongue against her box.
The girls worked their tongues feverishly against each other, driving them forward at a tremendous clip.
The brisk sixty-nine session was underway, and as the tongues maneuvered brilliantly, the girls twisted their ass-cheeks back and forth.
Gordy was taken in by the whole exciting act, enjoying the fervence with which the girls were exchanging their hot sucks.
The tongues continued to maneuver with searing impact, and as the girls moved inside each other's box, they reached out and grabbed each other's ass-cheeks.
With tremendous skill, they kept up their burning sucking, pushing that much closer toward orgasm.
The burning movements were reaching a high point of dramatic impact, and all the while the girls kept up the pace, driving their tongues spiritedly forward.
"Keep up the sucking," Gordy said. "I really love it, baby. I love jerking on my prick while you two chicks are making it. Oh yeah, just keep it up."
Gordy knew that it wouldn't be long before they would be shooting, and it was just a question of which one would orgasm first.
It turned out that it was Cindy who initially shot, and Rita recognized that she wouldn't be far behind.
A few moments later Rita orgasmed, and the girls then released their tongues from each other. As the girls withdrew their tongues from each other's mound, Gordy released his fingers from his hard dick.
"That's what I call great fucking," he said.
"We'd sure like to get this gorgeous Sally involved," Rita said. "Take off your clothes, honey, and join us."
"No thanks," Sally said coldly.
"What's gotten into you, anyway?" Gordy looked at her with concern.
"I guess I just don't make a good Lesbian," Sally said.
"They're not Lesbians," Gordy exclaimed. "They're bi-birls. They dig it both ways, with guys or with gals."
"Of course. We both have more boyfriends than we can count," Cindy laughed.
"Then why are you making it with each other?" Sally asked.
"You just stretch out on this bed and I'll show you why," Cindy said. "Once I stick my tongue into your pussy, you're going to find out just what you've been missing."
"I'd rather go on missing it," Sally said.
"Don't get so nasty," Rita said. "Give yourself an opportunity, honey, and you're really going to love it. You'll like the sex that you get from us. Just bear with us and you're going to like it."
"You heard what the girls said," Gordy said.
"I'm not interested. As a matter-of-fact, I think I'll be leaving," Sally replied indignantly.
"Get down on your knees and suck me," Gordy said. "You've been acting like a nasty girl. Maybe if I can give you a load of my juice, you'll feel a little better about things. Maybe then you'll be a little more civil to these gorgeous girls who want to fuck with you."
"I'm telling you that isn't my bag," Sally said impatiently. "And I'm burned up at you, Gordy, for pulling stuff like this on me."
"What the hell did I do?"
"You misrepresented things."
"I didn't misrepresent anything. I said there was a party here tonight, and if you can't call this a party, then you don't know the meaning of the word."
"I didn't think that it was going to be anything like this."
"Well, maybe it's a little different, but that's what makes the world go round," Gordy said. "Get on your knees, baby, just like Rita did. I want you to suck me off."
Gordy's strong hands reached out and applied pressure to the top of Sally's head. She was forced to drop down to her knees.
"That's better," Gordy panted. "Work your tongue against my prick. Eat my cock, baby."
Sally leaned forward and let her tongue slide around Gordy's balls, which were building with steady anticipation.
"That's good," Gordy said. "I like what you're doing. Work your tongue over my balls. That's a good starter."
The girls watched the action as Sally continued to manipulate her tongue around Gordy's balls
She kept up the ball licking for several minutes, then moved her tongue over to the tip of Gordy's long dick.
"Eat my dick," Gordy said. "Swallow my prick juice, sweetheart. I'm going to keep applying pressure until I get just what I want. I want to spurt my cock juice into your mouth. You're going to eat every drop of it. I've got to teach you a lesson, baby, you're acting so damned bitchy. These girls want to have sex with you and you're acting like some kind of damned slob. Work your tongue a little faster, baby, work it over my whole cock. Come on and manipulate your tongue, baby, work it fast."
With resolution and swiftness, Sally kept on sucking Gordy's cock just the way he wanted it done.
Gordy knew how to apply just enough pressure to see to it that the job was performed.
Sally steadily slipped her tongue up and down the length of Gordy's entire rod, and the longer that the tempo built, the better that Gordy felt as he moved closer to climax.
"You're going to eat my prick," Gordy chuckled. "That sounds so good, it feels so good. It's great to know that I'm going to give you another load."
A few moments later Gordy's whole body began to tremble. As his legs shook, the first few droplets of cream spilled out of the end of his cock and into Sally's mouth.
"Eat it raw, baby," he laughed. "Suck it dry, darling. Eat my cock."
The white juices continued to spill out of the end of Gordy's stick until Sally had gobbled up every conceivable drop.
It wasn't until then that Gordy released his fingers from her head.
Sally was incensed over the fact that he had forced her to suck him when she hadn't wanted to do so.
She jumped up to her feet.
"Go over there on the bed and let those girls go to work on you," Gordy suggested. "They'd both like to take turns sucking you, isn't that right, girls?"
"It sure is," Cindy said. "I'd love to sink my tongue into her box. She's got such a beautiful body. That makes it a sure delight to go down on a chick."
"You hear that?" Gordy smiled.
"Would you believe that I'm not interested?" Sally snapped. "I'm not only not interested in them, I'm not interested in you either. You're a crude sonofabitch, Gordy. You belong in a prize ring. You belong in a profession where you club people in the head."
"Where do you get all this crap?" Gordy roared angrily. "You don't talk that way to me in my house."
"I've already done it, and believe you me, this is the last time I'm ever going to come around here."
"Just what have you got against these girls?" Gordy said. "Better yet, what have you got against me?"
"I don't really have anything against them, but I have plenty against you."
"Why won't you fuck us if you don't have anything against us?" Rita asked crossly.
"I'm just not right for that kind of action," Sally explained. "But as for you, Gordy, I can't forgive you for what you did. You were just trying to trap me to get involved in this kind of sex. You know damned well that was it."
"So what if it was?" Gordy shrugged. "I figured that if you let yourself go, you'd have a good time. So what if maybe I trapped you a little? You shouldn't let it get under your skin."
"I'm disgusted."
"Oh, you are, are you? I've got a beautiful cock, and I let you suck it," Gordy told her. "You ought to be damned happy about that."
"I'm not happy in the least about what you pulled," Sally said, "grabbing my head like that and forcing me down on your cock."
"Maybe you'd make a good sex slave," Gordy said.
"Not for you, baby," Sally replied. "You're a crude, bombastic, conceited bastard."
"I'm not going to listen to any more of this crap."
"You don't have to. I'm leaving."
"You ungrateful little cunt," Gordy shouted. "You're damned lucky I ever fucked you."
"I suppose you do think that. I suppose you think that you are God's gift to women. I've got news for you. You aren't. You're much too crude. Maybe passionate, but you're very crude, and soon enough it shows itself."
"I don't care to listen to any more of your guff," Gordy said.
"You're never going to have to listen to me again, because I'm never going to see you again,"
Sally exploded.
She stalked briskly toward the door and left the apartment.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
As Sally got behind the wheel of her car and drove home, tears of frustration welled in her eyes.
It choked her up to recognize that she had foolishly fallen for Gordy's plan. He had wanted to engage her in Lesbianism for his own satisfaction, and had forced her down over his cock at a time when she had not wanted to have any kind of sex with him.
The only measure of satisfaction that Sally had managed to gain was to call him a bastard, then walk out of his apartment. But she still felt humiliated for ever getting involved with somebody as crude as Gordy.
The closer she drew toward home, the more she thought about her wonderful son Scott and how she had crushed him when she had revealed that she would have no more sex with him.
She wondered if she had been wrong. Perhaps if they would just withhold such information from her husband, then maybe it would be a good idea for them to continue such a relationship.
Her mind kept moving back and forth. At one juncture, she would consider making a fresh play for Scott, then would promptly change her mind.
Sally then began to consider another option. Just because Gordy had been demanding in the fucking department, and had proven himself so crude, didn't mean that she would be encountering somebody like that the next time out. Just maybe she could meet a kind gentleman, who would occasionally want to share sex with her.
But she couldn't help but feel that that too would be a rear guard action. After all, she was a married woman, a fact that she had to conspicuously bear in mind.
She pulled up into the garage of the house, then observed the fact that the house itself was dark.
Sally entered the house, then walked into the kitchen and poured herself a drink.
At the very time in which she had wanted to talk to Scott to the greatest extent, he was not around.
She wanted to cry on his shoulder, and perhaps, depending upon how she finally reacted, to even have sex with him.
She walked into the living room and turned on the stereo, listening to some soft, rhapsodic sounds as she sipped the liquor.
She kept thinking about Scott, and recalled the disappointed look he had had on his face when she had told him they were not going to have any more sex.
Sally recognized that she had turned Scott in another direction, toward that of having plenty of sex with other young girls whenever the opportunity provided. That hurt her, since she felt that a number of the girls who had surrendered their bodies to him were cheap, totally beneath somebody of Scott's dignity.
Only in his state of rebelliousness, she thought, would he ever stoop to doing something like that.
Scott was a fine young man, she knew, and it was just a question of how to deal with him. After all, she was the one who had made the initial play toward him, only to shut him off at a time when he was fully acclimated to enjoying sex with her.
As she sat there sipping the drink and sobbing, the telephone rang.
"Hello, dear, is that you?" she immediately recognized Jerry's voice.
"Yes, it is."
She attempted to lift her sagging spirits before resuming the conversation with Jerry, but it wasn't an easy matter, considering all that she had been through.
"I've been trying to get you for several hours," Jerry said. "You must have been out."
"I'm sorry, but I was. I only wish I had known you were going to call. I had to go to a dinner meeting at my club."
"Oh, I see. Well, I wanted to talk to you so bad that I decided to stay up late."
"Where are you calling from?"
"Chicago."
"My goodness, it must be about one o'clock there."
"That's right," he concurred. "But it was worth staying up just to talk to you. You see, I had something that I must discuss with you right now, something that I'm sure you're going to be very happy about."
"What's that?"
"I'm going to be on national television on Saturday," he said proudly.
"You're kidding? What show, honey?"
" 'The Evening News'. I'm going to be speaking at a seminar, and they are going to focus on it. They'll mention me and the name of my book, and I'll even get to say a few words."
"That's great. We'll be watching."
"Is the young man around?"
"No, he must have gone out."
"Gosh, I was hoping I'd get a chance to talk with him."
"I'll certainly give him your message and your best wishes."
"Right. I'll be talking to you in a couple of days."
"We'll be watching you, darling."
"Take it easy now," Jerry said, hanging up.
It bothered Sally to have to talk to her husband at such a crucial time. She was still hurting from the effects of all that she had been through, and it was difficult for her to attempt to keep up a happy front that she did not feel.
She felt, nonetheless, that she had been successful in carrying off her charade.
She had two more drinks, intending to wait up for Scott, no matter how late it might be when he arrived home.
Scott did not arrive back in the house until a few minutes before one. By that Lime Sally was almost asleep. When she heard the door open, however, she was jarred back to a state of alert consciousness.
"Scott, dear, where have you been?" she asked with concern.
"I've been out fucking, but I didn't get too much," he said disappointedly, shaking his head. "The damned chick was a little cock-teaser. She made it look like I was going to get a chance to score all night long, but when it came to a showdown, all I could get was a chance to suck her pussy."
"Is that what you call a worthwhile night?"
"Don't talk to me about that," Scott said. "You were probably out fucking with that same guy."
"I'm sorry to say that I was." She shook her head sadly. "But I'll tell you something, I learned my lesson."
"What did you say?" a startled Scott looked at her.
"I think you heard me right. I learned my lesson. I learned that it wasn't good to play around with somebody like that. I also discovered just how dependent I am on you. You mean a lot to me, Scott, and it took a terrible experience tonight for me to recognize it."
"What do you mean by a terrible experience?"
"It was crude, son," Sally shook her head. "This guy had two other women there, and he wanted all the women to screw each other. Then he wanted to take turns fucking all of us."
"He sounds like a real sonofabitch."
"That's just what I called him."
"Good for you. This chick tonight, she left a lot to be desired. She was cute. Oh yes, she had nice tits and ass, but when it came to putting out, she just wasn't there."
"I really can't say I'm sorry," Sally said. "I don't think a gal like that is worth your while, anyway, so it's all for the better you didn't get more intimately involved with her. I hope for your sake you don't see her again."
"Don't worry, I won't," he said emphatically. "But how about you and that guy?"
"I called him a bastard and walked out on him."
"Good for you," Scott smiled.
"Sit down here next to me, darling," Sally said.
She slid over on the sofa, permitting her handsome young son to sit down next to her.
She reached out and ran her fingers ever so carefully and soothingly through his hair. As the fingers continued to make contact with his,hair, Sally leaned forward and delivered a smooth, soft kiss to his lips.
Sally deliberately wanted to start things out with a gentle kiss, and build from there to savage passions:
She could tell from the way that Scott's entire body vibrated from the Kiss just how impressed he was, and the extent to which he was becoming excited by her.
She released her lips from Scott's, then delivered another lip kiss. This one was considerably more devastating than the first, and the shock waves began to reverberate through Scott's body to a much greater extent than before.
She sank her fingers ever deeper into his hair, and Sally's heart began to pound relentlessly as their lips remained fervently pressed together.
Sally released her lips from Scott's, then let the fingers of her left hand drift down toward his legs.
She touched his legs ever so soothingly, then quickly unzipped his trousers, reaching inside and touching the tip of his long penis.
"Touch my cock," Scott sighed. "I love it, baby, I love it when you finger my dick. Oh, this chick tonight just wouldn't do it. She wouldn't do for me what you are doing right now."
Sally was feeling much better now that she had renewed her commitment toward Scott.
Her fingers soothingly moved over the foreskin of his hard penis, and every time that her fingers collided with his cock, he felt that much more in the way of sensation throughout his entire body.
Sally kept up the fervent pace, then slipped her fingers down toward the base of his long pecker.
She worked her fingers with great zeal, and as she kept up her steady activity, she reached down with her right hand and began to skillfully probe his balls.
It gave her a feeling of absolute freedom to know that she was back doing precisely what she wanted to do. Her fingers were skillfully manipulating around Scott's cock and balls, and he was enjoying the skilled movements.
"You're wonderful, baby, you really are," he sighed. "Keep your fingers working, keep them working on my dick. Play with my balls. Oh, I wanted some action like this tonight. I'm glad I'm getting it, but better yet, I'm glad I'm getting it with you. You're so beautiful, baby, I really love you."
Sally's fingers began to work with increasing speed as she kept up her flow of activity.
Back and forth she tugged on his cock, and all the while she kept up the flow of activity on his balls.
While her fingers continued to consistently slide around his penis and testicles, she became that much hungrier to work her tongue up and down Scott's dick.
As she continued to play with Scott's balls, Sally began to slide her tongue over the tip of Scott's long dick.
At first she worked ever so slowly, barely touching the tip of his erect member. But soon she was providing him with some more contact, gradually bringing him forward into a state of greater passion.
The longer that she opened up on his huge cock, the more fervently his legs began to tremble. He enjoyed every touch that she put forth, and every time that her tongue came into contact with his cock, she found herself moving that much faster.
Soon Sally's instincts completely took over as she worked her tongue along the length of his entire cock.
Occasionally she would even abandon sucking his cock and move her tongue downward toward his balls, which she would cut loose on with vigorous enjoyment.
Sally loved what was happening. She liked being in the select position where she could suck the cock that she loved.
She decided to go back to him, rather than abandoning him, as she had at one time.
His mammoth organ was reacting more noticeably now as she kept up the movements on his long cock.
"Keep on sucking," Scott exclaimed. "Keep working the tongue, baby. I really love the tongue action. Keep driving it, darling. I want to shoot in your mouth. I really want to get rid of my juices in your hot mouth."
Her fingers tugged energetically and systematically on his balls as her tongue continued to slide up and down his lengthy penis.
Sally was sucking to the very maximum of her capabilities, and she recognized that she had him on the verge of climax. All it would take, she thought, were a few more tugs at his balls coupled with her hot fucks.
The tongue continued to twist with rhythmic excitement as she moved him ever closer to the big moment.
She sucked with convincing authority, plunging him into the very depths of passionate excitement.
"I'm there, I'm there," he exclaimed finally.
Ai that juncture, he released a stream of white juices into her mouth, and Sally was only too happy to gobble up the hot lava that spilled out of him.
She kept on toying with his balls as she sucked to her heart's content.
Scott sighed passionately as he released the juices out of the end of his organ and into her waiting mouth.
"That was really something," Scott said. "Maybe I had a lousy date earlier tonight, but I sure as hell made up for it with you."
"I want more," Sally exclaimed hotly. "I want to fuck with you on my bed."
"I can do more."
"That's good. I expect more, honey, even if I've got to pump on your cock to bring it back up again."
"You don't," he laughed. "I'm hot enough now, bfot it still might not hurt for you to do it anyway."
"You always did like my finger action."
"Yes, I did. Let's go into the other room."
"Right away."
Sally leaned forward and delivered a kiss to Scott's lips. Their lips parted and they got up from the sofa, walking into Sally's bedroom.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Sally and Scott undressed quickly, and as Scott peered at his mother's naked body, his cock immediately hardened.
But Sally still wanted to make sure that he was as erect as possible, so she reached out with her right hand and tugged speedily up and down on his bulging spear.
Soon his prick was every bit as hard and long as it had been prior to his first orgasm.
Their lips met and their bodies locked. Scott felt tingles throughout his entire body as his legs brushed against those of his beautiful mother.
Once she released her lips from his, Sally exclaimed :
"Go down on me, honey, I want your tongue in my hot nest. I want you to suck me, then I'll let you fuck me."
Scott nodded, sliding his tongue against her hot slit.
While he was working his tongue gracefully over her mound, he reached out with both hands and clutched her thighs.
Scott liked the idea of holding on tightly to her trembling thighs, as he kept up his spirited sucking. He was intent upon causing her to orgasm in his mouth, where he could enjoy another orgasm.
He kept on letting his tongue dart with radar-like consistency. He drove it with effective grace, sliding it all over her hot box.
After, a while, her entire body twisted to his every touch, as he kept up his tempo, driving his hot tongue against her pussy.
"Keep sucking," she gasped. "I want it, baby, I want your tongue. I want to give you another orgasm. I want to juice in your mouth, so keep it up, darling, don't let up. That's it. I like the tempo. It's a great tempo, a spirited tempo, oh, you're really giving me sensations, wonderful sensations. Keep up that hot sucking."
He continued his hot tongue stabs, moving his mother ever closer to climax.
The juices finally began to shoot from her mound and into his mouth and Scott gobbled up every drop of delicious pussy juice from her.
When Scott released his tongue from Sally's mound, his mother reached out with her left hand and began to fervently pump up and down on his dick.
"I'll bet you like this action," she laughed.
"I certainly do. That's like asking a guy if he-likes to breathe."
"Is it just as important to you as breathing?"
"Even more so," he chuckled.
Scott allowed his mother to work her fingers up and down his dick for several moments, after which he realized he couldn't withstand any more of that kind of action.
"You can stop," he said. "As a matter-of-fact, you've got to. I'm going to fuck you right now. I'm going to slide my cock inside your pussy. I want to blast away."
"I've got a blast furnace of a snatch." She laughed, releasing her fingers from his cock. "And the blast furnace is ready for your prick."
"That sounds good."
Scott plunged his cock forward, letting it enter inside her mound.
With blazing consistency, Scott kept probing ever deeper inside Sally's pussy, pumping with everything he had, driving the surging tool ever deeper into her blazing mound.
The longer that he fucked her, the more nervous that his fingers became, and as he kept up his surging impact inside her pussy, he reached out with his fingers and toyed with her nipples.
She liked the way that his fingertips would squeeze her nipples gingerly, and her whole body began to sway with every rhythmic movement that he would put forward with his fingers.
With darting enthusiasm he kept on plunging his pecker, pushing himself that much closer to the ultimate moment of orgasmic satisfaction.
The burning movements were really getting to him, and he felt the torrid sensations throughout his body. They were particularly focused in his cock and balls, and his burning testicles were bulging with pre-orgasmic excitement.
"I'm going to kiss you," he said. "I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to shoot. Oh, I want to shoot with my tongue inside your mouth."
"I couldn't think of a better way for you to orgasm."
"I can't either."
"Go ahead, honey. Tongue me, fuck me."
"I'll do both, baby. I'll give you everything I've got."
"You're already doing it. You are really stabbing me with your prick."
"You've got such a nice tight pussy, it never gets loose. That's why I love to fuck it."
"There is a lot of sensation in there, isn't there?"
"Lots of it, darling."
Scott thrust his head forward and allowed his tongue to enter inside her mouth.
While the tongue bathed in glory, Scott kept up his prick movements, surging the tool into the innermost depths of her vagina.
He drove his cock into her with devastating grace, pushing ever closer to climax.
While his tongue was darting and stabbing in hers, the flowing white juices began to spill out of the end of Scott's long cock.
It kept on spurting as the juices released themselves voluminously from his dick.
He finished his fuck, then released his cock from her mound.
"I guess I can get some sleep now," Sally giggled. "I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep at all until I saw you."
"You really wanted to patch things up bad, didn't you?" Scott smiled, getting up from the bed and putting his shorts back on.
"I really did. I remembered how hurt you were when I told you we should stop having sex."
"I really was. But that's all in the past, isn't it?"
"It sure is, darling," Sally winked. "Particularly when you can give me fucks like you just did."
"I'll always be around to give you fucks like that," Scott said with intensity.
He left the room a few moments later and Sally turned off the light. She was able to sleep soundly after all.
CHAPTER TWENTY
The following afternoon Sally received a call from her husband Jerry.
"I've got great news," he told her.
"But you had great news last night, dear. What could be better than being on national television?"
"I'm about to break out of solitary confinement," Jerry laughed.
"Solitary confinement?" Sally said. "I don't believe I follow you."
"Sure you follow me, baby. It means I'll be coming home. I finally was able to end this whole tour nonsense. I said it was just getting on my nerves. I couldn't stand being away from you and Scott any longer."
"When will you be back?"
"I'll be back a week from Monday, and that's going to be it. From here on out, I'm going to do my plugging right in the city. I've been around enough. I've pushed the book in just about every major city in the country. Now I'm getting back to my family."
"It's so nice to hear you say that, dear."
"I haven't formalized all the arrangements yet. I mean, in terms of when I will be leaving and all. But it will be in that vicinity. It can't be much beyond that, because I'm not going to let it. They wanted me to go back and hit some of the same cities again. Places where the book was doing well, and a few places where it wasn't doing as well as they thought, places where they figured with another trip from the author, sales would pick up. But I told them to send somebody else. I want to get back to you and Scott."
"We have missed you, darling."
"I'll bet not half as much as I have missed you," Jerry said. "But we won't argue about that. The important thing is that I'll be back."
"Amen to that," Sally said.
'I'll be keeping in close touch, baby. I'll call you every day between now and then."
"Fine, I always love hearing from you."
"Give my best to Scott. Next time I call in the evening, I hope he'll be around so I can talk to him."
"You'll be calling tomorrow night."
"That's right."
"I'll see to it that I keep him in, even if I have to sit on his head."
"He's a little big for that, isn't he?" Jerry laughed.
"Maybe so, but if need be, I'll do it anyway, dear. So nice to hear from you, and the news couldn't be any better."
"That's just the way I see it."
"Take it easy now."
"You do the same.'-
Sally had mixed feelings as she hung up the phone. She was happy that her husband Jerry was coming home, but she couldn't help but think about the problems that existed with Scott.
Sally was impressed by the fact that Jerry was willing to cut short the remainder of his tour because he was tired of being away from them.
Sally recognized at that point that she would have to have another long talk with Scott. She had enjoyed beautiful sex with him, and nothing would be able to change that fact, not even the knowledge that she was wrong in conducting herself in the manner that she did.
But she could certainly change the course of future events by having a discussion with Scott. Maybe she had been a little too harsh in evaluating some of the girls he had dated. Perhaps the thing to do was to let him experiment through trial and error, just as long as the girls weren't on the cheap side.
Tears of joy surfaced in Sally's eyes. Perhaps Jerry had become a boring sex partner, but, since he had been away for awhile, maybe he would be pursuing her with new vigor once he returned.
She also couldn't help but think that, with the additional experience she had had, in the meantime, she too would become a far more passionate and experienced lover than she had been.
After all, maybe one of the reasons why her bedroom life with Jerry had deteriorated was because of herself. She shouldn't have blamed it all on Jerry.
Even though Sally naturally didn't like the idea of having another heart to heart talk with Scott, she knew how necessary it was.
He arrived home from school that afternoon, at which point she confronted him directly.
"It's got to come to an end," she told him abruptly.
At first his head sank and he gave her a look of disappointment. But the longer she talked to him about it, particularly about his father, the more convinced he became that she was right.
"You know, you gave me the most beautiful love I've ever had with anybody," Scott revealed. "But I still have to admit you're right, Mom. I guess it can't go on like this."
"Some things just have to come to an end after a while, dear. And this is one of them. We should feel fortunate about one thing. Your father doesn't know, and we shouldn't ever crush him by giving him any reason to suspect."
"No, this will be our secret," Scott agreed.
Sally leaned over and delivered a tender kiss to her son's forehead.
Sally couldn't help but think how fortunate it was that they had learned their lesson without having to expose Jerry to any-of the traumas stemming from their affair.