There are many possible approaches to the culmination of sexual intercourse between humans; male and female, or male and male, female and female.
This novel frankly and honestly describes not only the joy of so-called 'normal' sex, but the discovery by the young of the variations of that particular theme.
Incest, Sodomy, Fetishism, Flagellation are topics which are not only discussed in this tale, but described in such delicate detail that the reader is sure to become involved emotionally just by reading about the young man who is on the brink of deciding which sex is the more interesting and fulfilling to his mind and body.
To the majority of persons, there are only two erogenous zones which they find acceptable to their libidos: the Penis and the Vagina.
To the rest, there are the delightful and erotic zones which the author goes into with great style and minute detail in this exciting novel.
In these days of violent and turbulent emotions which concern our young people the unsatisfied, the hurt, the frustrated, the demanding ones this novel will psychologically reveal why some of our youth are constantly on the brink.
There is an atmosphere of violence throughout the world, and the reaction to it is manifest in many youngsters. Some take out their revolt by rebellious actions against the establishment some take the hatred out of their systems by venting it upon another human in flagellation, in sadistic tormenting, violent sexual aberrations, thus ridding their psyche of both torments: that of the mind, and that of the body!
This novel, while not going deeply into the reason for the youngsters practicing violent sexual acts upon each other does delve into the minds, hearts, and bodies of a small group who are actively engaged in wanton, lecherous, licentious, perverse and bizarre sexual behavior.
Not for shock value, but for a much more valuable and important reason that of the 'normal' people to understand more fully the need and urgency of the young to fulfill their desires no matter which direction they assume.
If you are a normal person reading this book, you will, I am sure, more completely understand and sympathize with the perverse and bizarre mother who corrupts her own son into an incestuous relationship.
Granted, incest is not a socially condonable act, but our history has been replete with it. "Oedipus Rex" being the most famous.
Even today, a great many of our young people have an Oedipus complex which will eventually grow into an adult personality disorder of perverted magnitude.
So, when you read this book by Martin Hoffman, do not be too quick to condemn the sadistic and perverse characters contained herein. Look around you and analyze your fellow human beings!
Some of them may be described in this book!
Even YOU!
P. Howard Smathers, Ph. D. Los Angeles, Calif.
CHAPTER ONE
The Spring evening was warmed by a caressing breeze which rustled through the budding trees with a gentle sound, almost like a woman in the glorious aftermath of a wonderful, rapturous fucking.
A skulking figure crept stealthily to the open window of the small house. Faint light glowing in the bedroom enabled Robert Rand to peer in and discover the man and girl in bed.
He gritted his teeth, his handsome young face filled with hatred and rage at what he saw. Every muscle in his body tensed as he watched his father plunge his cock in and out of the young girl's cunt.
He strained to hear the whispers of love words which the pair were exchanging in the heat of their wild, animal-like carnality.
"Oh, Lynn," huskily said his father, "fuck me with that sweet, young, tender cunt of yours!"
"Ahhh, Victor," whispered the young blonde, "your cock is so big tonight! Bigger than it's ever been before! It feels as if it is going all the way up my insides and is going to come out of my mouth!"
"Next time, we'll start with my cock in your mouth, and see if it feels as though it's going to come out of your cunt!" said his father.
"Ooohhh, Victor, that'll be delicious!" cried the blonde girl. Her long legs wrapped themselves around the naked body of the man and her muscles tightened spasmodically.
In spite of his rage and anger at his father's infidelity to the mother he worshipped, Robert Rand felt his own prick trying to push its throbbing, pulsating way through the black leather trousers he was wearing. He rubbed it, not so much with desire, but with an irritation at the erotic reaction he was receiving. The pressure of the leather was sensitive to his flailing staff, so he unzipped himself and removed his rapidly growing erection.
Momentarily taking his eyes away from the licentious scene in the bedroom where his father was gently probing with his hands the entire naked voluptuous body of the blonde Lynn under him, Robert looked down at his own erection and then compared its size to his father's wetly gleaming, swollen, plunging cock.
He smiled exultantly to himself. His cock was at least three or four inches bigger and he hadn't the benefit of the sweet, juicy warmth of a cunt to harden it to its full length.
At 18, Robert Rand was sexually more endowed than his father was at 45! That is, his organ was larger, but that's as far as his endowment went. He had none of his father's easy manner with women, none of the savoir faire with the opposite sex, none of the carnal appetite for female flesh which his father was forever flaunting in his mother's face.
Many a night, Robert had heard his mother weeping copiously after his father had gone out, obviously to do exactly what he was now doing to the sensuous, writhing, wriggling voluptuous, beautiful blonde underneath his impaling prick. Now, for the first time, Robert had followed his father and caught him doing what he was suspected of by his mother and himself.
"Oh, shove that beautiful cock deeper into my burning cunt!" wailed the lascivious blonde.
"I'm shoving!" retorted Victor, increasing the tempo of his vigorous plunging.
From his window position, Robert could see the girl's face. He saw small rivulets run slowly down the corners of her mouth on either side, glistening like tears on her cheeks. Her red lips were open in a passion-filled grimace, and Robert thought how he would like to shoot his hot stream down her soft palpitating throat and see the expression on her face as she gulped it into her lovely, warm mouth.
But that had never happened to him. He had always had to jerk himself off and pretend he was being sucked off by a lovely girl. In spite of his outward appearance of rugged youth; the black leather jacket, the black leather pants with the black leather belt ornamented with a large silver buckle; and black boots which made him look part of a gang of motorcycle maniacs, he never had the courage to join a gang and be a part of their free and easy philosophy of exchanging girls whenever the inclination struck them.
Even the motorcycle which he used was against his mother's wishes. She worried about him whenever he rode it, but his father only laughed at her and said it was about time for him to 'live dangerously' or become a Mama's boy!
Robert felt far from being a Mama's Boy, but the strong, emotional hold his mother held over him made him uneasy in the presence of other females. He loved his mother dearly, and hated his father for being so cruel and unfaithful to her. What on earth could this Lynn girl he was now fucking so ecstatically give him that his mother couldn't? To him, his mother was just as beautiful, just as lovely, although she was older. Maybe that was what his father needed: Youth!
Robert's fleeting thoughts about his mother vanished as he found himself stroking his erection in the same tempo his father was fucking the blonde and voluptuous Lynn. His whole body responded to his warm hand on his stiff cock as his eyes watched hypnotically the rise and fall of his father's ass as his cock impaled the cunt of the wild, abandoned, licentious girl, who kept loudly whispering obscene encouragements of animal desire:
"Fuck me hard, Victor! Oh, shove that huge prick into my burning cunt! OOOhhhh, you make me so wonderfully passionate!"
The words burned into Robert's youthful mind. Never had he heard such lascivious words, and he was torn between revulsion and fascination. His hand caressed his long shaft from the swollen head to the base where his balls hung heavy and filled with more sperm than he thought he would ever use in a lifetime. Even his balls were larger than his father's; they were less hairy, to be sure, but nevertheless, bigger and he was sure that he could make Lynn more passionate than his father was doing!
He watched his father's balls slap against the splayed crotch of the girl, and he could see the blonde hairs around her pussy as his father's cock spread the soft tissues, and his own darker cock hairs joined hers in a wet slapping. Robert could hear the suctioning noise as the long shaft of his father withdrew and the girl's cunt loosened a bit, allowing it to slide easily in and out, in and out!
"Oh, Lynn, you are magnificent!" cried his father, increasing his tempo, and his ass quivered with muscular agility.
"You're terrific, lover!" cried Lynn, her white hands pinching and tweaking the hairy ass. Her long legs kicked wildly in the air, and then her heels began to beat a tattoo on his lower back, making a sound similar to a native beating a bongo drum!
Robert found himself wildly aroused, both by the sight and the sounds, and he began to sway from side to side and then from front to back as his large cock was caressed firmly by his sliding hand, still keeping the same rhythm that his father was using with his prick sliding in and out of the blonde's cunt. Too bad, he thought, that he couldn't have the added erotic pleasure of the smell of her pussy; that would be the supreme fragrance.
"Aaaagggghhhh! Victor! Victor! Fuck me harder! I'm going to come!" cried Lynn, her voluptuous body writhing in ecstasy underneath the impalement of the large sliding cock.
"So am I, darling!" huskily replied Victor.
"Come, come with me! I want to feel your hot, fiery sperm shoot way up inside my cunt! I want it!"
"Here it comes!" yelled Victor, grabbing Lynn by the tits and squeezing them fiercely in his huge hands, pinching and tweaking them violently.
Robert automatically pinched and tweaked his own immense prick and his balls started to spew their heavily laden contents up through his organ and he shot his load against the wall of the house, while his more fortunate father unloaded his hot sperm into the warmth and comfort and softness of Lynn's avidly contracting cunt.
Robert wiped his cock with his fingers and then put them into his mouth, tasting his own sperm. The hot, sticky fluid went down his throat with relish, and then he wiped as much from the wall as he could and thrust the stringy seminal drippings into his mouth like a starving beast of the jungle. The taste and flavor and erotic gesture was something he had been practicing ever since he had first started to masturbate at the age of eleven.
He was still sucking the sperm from his fingers when his father lifted his naked body from the nudity of Lynn, his cock now limp and dangling wetly between his legs.
"I hate to rush, Lynn, but I've got to leave right away tonight," his father said, wiping his cock with a small towel.
'Such a waste of lovely sperm', thought Robert. 'If I had just fucked Lynn, I'd make her put my limp cock into her mouth and suck every last bit of the wonderful juice clean from my prick. I bet she'd like that. My father must be awfully dumb not to have her do it to him. I bet he doesn't even know about cocksucking!'
"I understand, Victor," said Lynn, stretching her arms contentedly. "You've got to get home to your wife!"
"I don't have to do anything of the sort!" snapped Victor, with a blaze of anger suffusing his face.
"I didn't mean anything," protested Lynn, fearful of Victor's displeasure.
"We won't bring up my wife's name ever again, understand?" snapped Victor. "Just because I get my fucking away from home doesn't mean that I'm going to discuss my private affairs with every floozy I hop into bed with!"
"I'm not a floozy, Victor!" protested Lynn, drawing herself up and putting the sheet over her voluptuous naked body.
Victor shrugged his shoulders casually, "That's a matter of opinion, Lynn! As far as I'm concerned, you're mainly available whenever I feel like you, and that's it!"
"I understand that, Victor, but that's no reason you have to call me a floozy!"
"All right, all right, so you're not a floozy! I get enough arguments at home without having to put up with them everywhere I go!" snapped Victor, putting on the last of his clothes.
"Don't get mad at me!" pleaded Lynn, her large blue eyes close to tears.
"I'm not mad at you, Lynn, I'm mad at myself for having put up with that frigid wife of mine for so many years!" soothed Victor, slipping the knot in his tie more firmly.
"I can't imagine anybody being frigid around you for very long, Victor! You've got a big cock, and you've got an immense appetite for fucking!"
Victor smiled crookedly. "We're not, unfortunately, built the same way, Lynn. Some people are passionate by nature, others are frigid by nature. Not that my wife was frigid at first, mind you! I will say for her that she was a hot-blooded, passionate, lusty female when we were first married, but then she changed after the birth of our son!"
"But you said your son was eighteen years old, Victor!" exclaimed Lynn. "Do you mean to tell me that you haven't fucked your wife in all those years?"
Victor laughed sardonically, "Not eighteen years, Lynn...seventeen! Seventeen years!"
"Does she have anyone else?"
Victor stared at the voluptuous blonde on the bed, and he shrugged his shoulders indifferently.
"If she's got anyone else, I'm certainly not aware of it! I really don't think she has. She's too wrapped up in our son!"
Robert heard every word, and his mind tried to visualize his mother going without sex for seventeen years! She must be starved for love of a man. Maybe that's why she was always tucking him into bed and fondling him with overly intimate motherliness? She just needed a lot of love, and he was the target for it. Not that he minded. As a matter of fact, he loved his nightly visit from his mother to make sure he was safe in bed.
"What kind of boy is he, Victor?" asked Lynn, "Or am I getting too personal?"
"Oh, I don't mind discussing the boy, Lynn. Robert is a good-looking lad, about six feet tall, with dark eyes and dark hair, and he's got the build of a football player. But he doesn't seem to mingle much. I'm not even sure that he knows what sex is all about, and he's eighteen years old!"
"Why don't you have a talk with him?" asked Lynn.
"I've tried to talk with him, but he acts as though I'm beating him every time I try to tell him about the joys of sex, and that he should get himself a girl. As a matter of fact, he's too much of a Mama's Boy to suit me! She's got him all wrapped up in cotton-batten, and protects him from the realities of world like some sort of she-wolf! I only hope that he doesn't turn out to be a homosexual!"
"You never would have a homo son, Victor!" scoffed Lynn. "Any son of yours would chase the girls, just like you do!"
"I hope so!"
"I'd like to meet him sometime," suggested Lynn, with a sly smile on her lovely face.
"What for?" asked the surprised Victor.
"Why, maybe I could break him in to the joys of fucking!" said Lynn. "That is, if you wouldn't mind!"
"Oh, hell, Lynn, you know I don't give a damn how many men you fuck, just so long as you're available whenever I feel like having a piece of your lovely tail!"
"Then why not bring him around some time?" suggested Lynn.
"I don't think he'd come," said Victor sadly. "He's too shy around girls. As a matter of fact, I'm almost positive he has never even seen a girl's cunt!"
"Do you think mine would be nice and pretty enough for him to look at for the first time?" coyly asked Lynn.
Victor laughed heartily, "Lynn, honey, you've got the prettiest pussy in the world. And the most educated! You certainly can do wonderful trick with those cunt muscles of yours! I can still feel it sucking my prick in, just as though your cunt-lips were mouth-lips!"
Lynn giggled. "It comes naturally to me. My mother was a circus acrobat, and she taught me how to control every muscle in my entire body without using the other muscles!"
"Well, all I can say is that your mother taught you right. I wish I could say the same about Robert's mother!"
"Oh, don't be so concerned about him, Victor!" said Lynn solicitously. "And my offer still goes-bring him around and we'll educate him to the beautiful world of fucking! It'll be a pleasure to break in a virgin boy!"
"I'll bet," laughed Victor, crossing to the dresser and putting a hundred dollar bill under the jewelry box.
Robert's eyes widened as he saw the amount of money his father was leaving for the blonde. A hundred dollar bill! That was more than he gave his mother to run the whole household for a week! His resentment and hatred for his father grew, and his jaw set in firm line.
He watched as his father gave the blonde a farewell kiss, and a pat on the rounded buttocks as she stood to receive his embrace. She seemed to be taller standing up than when she had been lying on the bed, and her large tits jiggled enticingly as she lifted her arms to kiss his father.
His father left the room, and Lynn stood for a moment at the closed door. Then, she turned around and Robert saw the look on her face. To his intense surprise, she took the back of her hand and wiped her lips, as though wiping away the kiss, and her face was filled with an expression of utter disgust. She hurried over to the dresser and picked up the bill, looked at it for a moment, and then her face broke into a satisfactory smile. Obviously, the amount of the money pleased her, but her reaction to his father's kiss puzzled Robert. If she had just been so intensely passionate while she was fucking him, why had she tried to wipe away the taste of his kiss from her lips?
From the front of the house, he heard the sound of his father's car as he started it and drove away. He was about to silently creep away when he saw Lynn's voluptuous body, completely naked and enticing. Why shouldn't he go through the window, and find out if she had meant what she said about 'breaking in a virgin boy'? The more he thought of it, the more appealing seemed the idea to him.
Putting his limp cock back into his black leather pants, he quietly raised the window after looking around to make sure there was no one in sight, and he started to hoist himself to the window sill, just as Lynn disappeared into the bathroom. It was fortunate for him that she did leave the bedroom, because it was harder to climb into the room than he had bargained for. He made a lot of noise as he climbed in, but Lynn, behind the closed bathroom door, obviously didn't hear him.
Finally, he fell into the bedroom, head down, and his feet were still tilted in an awkward position on the sill. As quietly as he could, he dragged his body forward so that his feet left the sill and he came down onto the bedroom floor with a loud clatter.
Frightened, he stood up quickly to be ready to dive back out of the window in case Lynn entered and she became dangerous. But, the only other sound he heard besides his pounding heart was the noise of running water coming from the bathroom.
Stealthily, he tiptoed on his black leather boots over to the dresser and picked up the hundred dollar bill and looked at it. He debated whether to stuff it into his pocket or to put it back onto the dresser.
He was standing there, looking at the money, when the door opened and the naked Lynn came out.
She saw him and screamed loudly.
"Help!" she cried to no one in particular. She put her hands over her breasts as though to cover their beauty, and then decided that she'd better put them over her blonde cunt! She quickly lowered her hands from her breasts and covered her pussy, and screamed again.
"Help!"
"Shutup, you fool!" said Robert menacingly, surprising even himself at the threatening tone he used.
Lynn quieted immediately, and she looked at the young, handsome, completely leather-clothed boy holding her money for which she had just fucked someone she hated.
CHAPTER TWO
Robert Rand looked at the naked, blonde, big-breasted girl who was taking away his father's fucking from his mother, and his rage at his infidelity began to transfer itself to the girl.
Lynn, her makeup restored and lipstick renewed, stood shivering with fright in the open doorway to the bathroom, wondering what this youth, so colorfully and wickedly dressed in black leather, was going to do with her.
"Why why don't you just take the money and go, please!" Lynn begged, making a gesture towards the still-open window.
Robert looked down at the hundred dollar bill in his hand as though he was looking at it for the first time. Then, he looked up at Lynn, voluptuous body shaking with fear. It pleased him to see her frightened and her large blue eyes looked piteous. He felt a surge of power run through his body which gave him a nerve-tingling emotion which felt so very good. He disdainfully threw the money back onto the dresser and sneered at her.
"I didn't come here to steal your money!" he declared hotly, looking lasciviously at her body.
"You-you won't get any fun out of-of raping me!" Lynn quavered, her hands still trying to cover her bushy pussy.
Robert snickered, "And I'm not going to rape you I'm not the kind of animal my father is!"
"Your father?!" exclaimed Lynn, her eyebrows shooting upward, almost meeting her hair line.
"Yeah. The man you just got through fucking so disgustingly was my father!" said Robert with anger.
"Then-then you must be Robert!" Lynn said, a feeling of relief sweeping over her. "How do you know I just fucked him?"
"I saw and heard you from outside your window!" said Robert, making a gesture of resentment.
"You-you heard everything?" asked Lynn.
"Everything!" retorted Robert, fingering his wide, black leather belt menacingly.
"Then you must've heard me tell your father that I'd break you in if you wanted to get laid!" said Lynn, becoming frightened by the way Robert was toying with his leather belt. Her mind flashed with thoughts of the boy being a sex maniac. He certainly was dressed peculiarly, with all-black-leather clothing, and only the silver buckle for relief in the cold blackness of his outfit.
"Break me in?" demanded Robert. "What do you think I am? Some sort of wild stallion?" He jerked at the silver buckle.
Lynn hurriedly explained. "It was only a figure of speech, Robert. What I meant was, if you wanted me to fuck you, I'd be only too happy to be the first!"
"What makes you think you'd be the first girl I ever fucked?" demanded Robert, noticing the fear in her eyes as he toyed with the silver buckle at his leather belt. She must be afraid that I'm going to beat her, he thought.
"I I only know what your father told me, Robert!" said Lynn, trying to force a smile on her pretty face.
"My father is a bastard, and a whoremaster, and a cheat!" said Robert vehemently.
"You must hate him a great deal," said Lynn, her face sadly reflecting her pity for the boy.
"I do, and I also hate you!" said Robert, unbuckling the silver buckle at his wide black leather belt.
"Me? Why on earth should you hate me? You don't even know me!" said Lynn with fright.
"You're fucking my father, aren't you?" asked Robert sarcastically.
"What's that got to do with your hating me?" asked Lynn, puzzled at the remark.
"You're taking away something which rightfully belongs to my dear mother!" said Robert, slipping the belt from his black leather pants in a quick movement.
Lynn shivered with fear. The boy must really be demented! He was going to use that vicious-looking leather belt on her sensitive, naked flesh. She knew that she couldn't take a beating, it would leave her skin marked, and too many men would ask questions about her bruises and welts.
"Surely that's not my fault, Robert!" begged Lynn, stretching out her arms to the boy in a gesture of supplication.
"I suppose you think it's my mother's fault?" sneered Robert, holding the belt by the buckle and swinging it lazily in front of him. It pleased him to see this beautiful blonde young girl so filled with fear. He would beat her! She couldn't say anything to the authorities, because she'd be-afraid that her relationship with his father would then become known, so she'd keep her mouth shut! Yes, that's what he'd do beat the lovely big tits first and make them unkissable and unsuckable...then, he'd whip her cunt and buttocks so that she couldn't use either end to satisfy his father's carnal lust.
"I don't know your mother!" pleaded Lynn, in answer to Robert's accusation. "As far as I'm concerned, your father is just another one of the men I fuck for a living. He pays me for his pleasure, so you can't say that I'm taking anything away from your mother that some other girl wouldn't take! As a matter of fact, I hate your father, too! He's a lousy lay!"
"He is?" asked the surprised Robert.
Lynn saw an advantage and was quick to follow up on it. "Yes, I'll bet even you would be better than he is! He's got a small cock and he doesn't know how to fuck. You should consider that your mother is lucky she doesn't have to take his short cock into her cunt!"
"Maybe that's why they haven't been together for such a long time!" said Robert, his hand slowly loosening the fierce grip on the black leather belt.
"You can bet on it!" cried Lynn, leaping quickly at Robert and snatching the belt out of his hands.
Robert was startled at the loss of his belt. It had supplied him with power, with an assurance which he'd never known, and now the naked blonde girl was standing in front of him with his symbol of authority!
Lynn's complete attitude changed. Her face became hard, and her naked body's muscles tensed with strength. Her large breasts quivered with emotion as her hand gripped the belt, and now it was her turn to swing it back and forth lazily in front of her intruder.
"Did you intend to use this vicious, sadistic leather belt on my soft white body, Boy?" she hissed.
All of Robert's bravado was suddenly gone. "Y-y-yes, Ma'am!" he said meekly. "I I was going to whip you for fucking my father!"
"Oh, you were?" retorted Lynn, her big breasts jiggling with the exertion of swinging the belt. "You were going to make big, wide, red welts on my skin so that my body wouldn't be so voluptuously attractive any more, is that the idea?"
"Y-yes, ma'am!"
"Have you ever beaten a woman before?" Lynn demanded.
"N-no, never!" said Robert fearfully. "I've never had any reason before tonight!"
"You are a stupid boy, Robert!" snapped Lynn. "You've never beaten a woman, yet you wear leather clothes like some sadistic sex fiend, and you come charging in here like some sort of vengeful idiot thinking that by beating me you can make your mother happy. What in hell's wrong with you, boy?"
"N-n-nothing!" stammered Robert.
"The hell there's nothing wrong with you!" corrected Lynn. "All the signs are there. Your leather clothes, your overprotection of your mother, your hatred of your father! I think you're a Mama's Boy!"
Robert flushed crimson, and he hung his head, shame-faced.
"I'll bet you jerk off a lot, don't you?" continued Lynn, swinging the wide black leather belt wickedly.
Without raising his head, Robert whispered a weak, "Y-yes!"
"Haven't you ever fucked a girl?" demanded Lynn.
"N-no, ma'am!"
"Would you like to?" softly asked Lynn, noticing the huge bulge which was beginning to form in the black leather pants.
"Yes, Ma'am! Oh, yes, yes, I would!" said Robert, lifting his eyes from looking at the floor and taking in every luscious part of the voluptuous body of the blonde Lynn. He saw her long, slender yet full legs and the pink slit which was under a crown of blonde pubic hair and then a flat smooth belly which was topped by a pair of tits which were so mouth watering that his lips twitched with desire.
"You like what you see?" asked Lynn.
"Oh, yes, yes, ma'am!" said Robert huskily, his cock flailing around in his leather pants.
"Then you would like to put your prick into my cunt, wouldn't you, Boy?" asked Lynn sarcastically.
"Very much!"
"Well, let's see what it looks like first. I can't be bothered tonight with another short unsatisfactory cock. Your father's didn't satisfy me!"
"But I heard you say how wonderful you thought his prick was!" said Robert.
"Oh, tricks of the trade! Words, just words! A man is pleased to think that he's got a big cock and satisfies a woman sexually, but your father has got a lot to learn as to how to use what little he does have in the way of a tool!"
"Maybe then my cock won't be long enough for you, either!" said Robert forlornly.
"Well, we can't tell unless I have a look at it, can we?" snapped Lynn with a degree of impatience.
"You-you make me scared to show it to you," whispered Robert.
Lynn's face grew red with anger and she lashed out at the backward Robert with his own belt, striking him across the buttocks sharply.
"Owwwww!" he cried, "that hurt! Why'd you do that?"
"Out with the prick, Boy! Or else I rip it to shreds right through your pants with this leather belt you so thoughtfully provided me with!" threatened Lynn, swinging the belt menacingly.
Robert's buttocks stung with a strange sensation, and he hesitated showing his prick to Lynn. Again, she slashed his buttocks with the belt, and a wild, erotic feeling surged through Robert. Even though he yelped with the pain, there was a wonderful agony to the lashing which made his prick leap with joy! He rubbed his buttocks with one hand and with the other, he unzipped his fly and removed his penis.
Lynn looked down at the limp prick, which she thought was in full erection, and her eyes widened with surprise.
"Boy, you've got a huge dick! You've got twice the cock your father has!" she said gleefully. "Take off those leather pants and jacket and let's see what the rest of your body looks like!"
Shyly, Robert removed his jacket and showed Lynn his well developed shoulders and chest, even though the few hairs he had on his chest were hardly manly. But the muscles rippled and she apparently enjoyed what she saw. She wet her dry lips with a flick of her pink tongue as she noticed the perspiration created by the warm leather jacket. Her nostrils quivered as she smelled the odor of perspiration intermingled with the intoxicating smell of leather and man-boy heat. Her lascivious desires, unsatisfied by Victor Rand, grew as she watched the boy take off his pants over his boots. He wore no shorts, so she was immediately aware that his cock and balls were BIG, big enough to take care of her frequently spread cunt-lips. And he was a virgin!
"You know, Robert, women are not unlike men in one respect. . . ." she said softly, looking at his naked body-naked, with the exception of his leather boots.
"W-what's that?" asked Robert shyly.
"We women get just as big a thrill out of fucking a virgin man as a man gets out of fucking a virgin girl. We like to take a man's cherry away. We like to be the first, and it's going to please me very much to be your first fuck!"
"I I hope I please you, Lynn!" said Robert shyly, looking down at his cock suggestively.
"If you don't, I'll beat the hell out of you!" threatened Lynn waving the belt.
Robert fearfully looked at the belt, and rubbed his buttocks, which still smarted from the two blows she had delivered on his body through his leather pants. He wondered what kind of sensation he'd have if she spanked him on his bare skin.
"That that might not be a punishment!" he said bravely.
"WHAT?" screamed Lynn. "You mean to tell me that you like being whipped?"
"I I don't know! I've never been spanked in my life until you just hit me with the belt!"
"Did you like it?" asked Lynn curiously.
"It gave me a strange sensation through my leather pants!" admitted Robert.
"Well, let's see how you react when I hit you on your bare ass!" gleefully offered Lynn, a strange light shining in her eyes.
"Oh, no, no!" cried Robert. "I don't think . . ."
Whatever he thought was halted by the whizzing of the leather belt through the air and landing on his bare buttocks with a slapping noise which was followed by the noise of Robert's yelping.
"Ooowwwccchhh!" he cried, but in spite of his protestations, his cock gained full erection, and threshed wildly in the air.
Lynn looked at the massive, immense, thick, long cock and she was so startled that she dropped the leather belt.
"My God! You're immense!" she whispered huskily, her eyes glued on the beautiful instrument of love. "You are the biggest cock I've seen, man or boy!" She seemed to be talking directly to Robert's huge penis as though it were a person.
Robert was feeling his buttocks, rubbing them with both hands and the tingling sensation which the leather belt had given him on his bare ass was something which was both erotic and strangely delightful. He wished that Lynn hadn't dropped the belt in her admiration of his prick. He would like to feel more of the belt on his bare ass, more blows, just to see if they too would give him such a magnificent erection, and maybe even more sensational thrills.
But Lynn had advanced to him, and put her arms around his naked body, and her large breasts were squashed against his chest, and he could feel their erect nipples brushing his few hairs in a delightfully tingling manner. Her lips pressed against his in a kiss of violence, and he opened his mouth and found immediately that her pink tongue wanted an entrance. He opened his mouth wider, and instantly her tongue slithered around his like a snake around a tree-trunk. Her mouth felt hot and lascivious, and he found his penis being engulfed between her thighs. She rubbed her cunt-lips along its long shaft, feeling the wonderful hardness against her clitoris, and her arms dropped from around his waist, and grabbed his buttocks. Her hands managed to land directly on the place where she had whipped him, and that added to his burning sensation. He thrilled, and could feel his cock throb against the hot, moist pussy, and he could hardly wait to find out what it would be like to be inside that warm, slippery cavern.
He reached down with his hands, and tried to guide his prick into her cunt, but she slapped his hands away quickly.
"Doing a real fucking job standing up is for kids, not grown ups!" she cried.
"But I'm so hot that I think I'm going to come again!" cried the boy desperately.
"Again?"
"Yes, I jerked myself off while you and Dad were fucking, just a little while ago!"
"And you're hard again? Oh, my God, what a treasure you're going to be!" squealed Lynn, squeezing his hard prick with both her hands in a gesture of intense delight.
"I am?" he asked, delighted at her joy.
"You sure are, lover-boy!" shrieked Lynn, almost beside herself with lust. "Come on over to the bed where we can do all the lovely things I want to do the right way!"
"What's the right way?" asked Robert, naively.
"The right way is the way you're doing it and enjoying it! Any way is the right way as long as its enjoyable and ecstatic and full of lust!" replied Lynn huskily, dragging Robert over to the bed and practically throwing him onto it, and throwing herself down beside him.
She immediately lifted one of her large breasts up to his mouth and ordered breathlessly:
"Take my titty in your mouth and suck on it! Suck the nipple and the whole breast with your wet tongue. Lick on it! Slide your tongue all over it, and then nibble on my nipples!"
Robert opened his mouth, and for the first time in his young life, he got a mouthful of breast. The taste of it fascinated him, and his cock throbbed with an intensity which could not be denied. Particularly since Lynn's hands were caressing its long shaft with her fingertips, daintily tracing a zig-zag pattern of tingling along its huge length.
His mouth filled with her snowy white breast, his tongue flicking along the extended nipple, and around the slightly rough edges of the aureole. His senses reeled and he felt himself on the verge of having another orgasm.
Even Lynn seemed to sense it, and she pushed his head away and made him lie on his back.
"Whoa, boy, don't get so excited. Take your time. Try to control yourself so that you can last for a while. That's why there are so many frustrated women in the world!"
"I don't understand, Lynn!" said Robert, his cock throbbing in the air, and his boot-heels digging into the sheet.
"You men come so quickly that a woman can't even get excited, and she doesn't have any fun!" said Lynn.
"Don't you feel like coming now?" asked Robert innocently. "I can hardly wait to fuck you!"
"I know, I know," retorted Lynn. "And the minute you shove that hot, rigid prick into my warm cunt, you'll shoot your load into me like a waterfall, and then you can't do me any good at all. I'll still just be working myself up and you'll be limp, and soft, and sticky with your own come. That's no fun for me!"
"What is fun for you, Lynn. Tell me, I want to know how to please you!" begged Robert.
"Oh, there are so many ways I like to be made to come, I couldn't tell all of them to you in one night!" teased Lynn.
"I can come back again, and again!" said Robert.
"I'll bet you'll want to, Boy!"
"Please don't call me 'Boy' any more," begged Robert, fondling her large breasts with inquisitive hands.
"You'll be called 'Boy' or anything else I choose to call you until you prove to me that you're a man!" said Lynn, running her hands up and down his muscular body. "You smell of leather all over, Boy! And that excites me!"
"I like it, too, Lynn!" said Robert, reaching for her pussy with hesitant fingers.
She noticed his hesitancy and she took his hand and put it right onto her warm, palpitating cunt.
"Go ahead, play with my cunny with your fingers if you want to! That feels good, too! I like a lot of things in my cunt fingers, tongues, cocks, candles, dildos, whip handles and even up my ass-hole! That excites me, too!"
"You mean you let someone fuck you in the ass?" asked the surprised Robert.
"Of course," said Lynn. "It's erotic, it's lustful, it's wanton, and some men I know only like to do it that way! Oh, I could tell you some really bizarre stories about men and the way they like their sexual culmination!"
"Will you tell me all about them?" begged Robert, his finger finding her clitoris.
"There! There! That's the most important place, right there! Right on my clitoris! You just keep pressing your finger against it, and roll it around. See what a lovely feeling it is?"
"It feels like a little round ball!" thrilled Robert, pushing against her clitoris with his finger like a child who has discovered a new toy and doesn't want to be parted from it.
"Later, I'll let you put your great big cock in my cunt, and you wiggle your ass so that the top of your cock hits the place your finger is right now. That's important, hear?"
"Yes, ma'am," dutifully replied Robert.
"And then I'll let you put your tongue on it, and taste it. It's like tasting ambrosia! It's a lovely, erotic taste, one fit for a King or a Queen. A cunt is a lovely tasting morsel!"
Robert gulped, and his prick throbbed. He couldn't take much more of this beautiful, voluptuous girl telling him all about the joys of sex, when all he was doing was finger-fucking her.
"Have-have you ever tasted cunt?" he asked timidly.
"Of course!" said Lynn dreamily. "That's why it takes a man such a long time to satisfy me. Women are better as lovers than men. They have more beauty, more grace, more passion and fire than a man. And she knows where to use her tongue on a woman to arouse her to the highest and wildest abandon!"
"You show me where to suck or fuck you," boasted Robert, "and I'll try to be like a woman for you!"
Lynn looked at his immense cock waving wildly in the air, and she giggled, "With that huge prick, how can you be like a woman?"
"I-I could suck your cunt and ass-hole," ventured Robert timidly. "I'd try to do it just like a woman, if only you'll show me how to do it the right way!"
Lynn reached over and grasped the huge prick with her tiny hand, and her fingertips didn't even meet, his cock was so thick! She pondered it for a moment, looking at its swollen head, the large vein which ran down the underside and which throbbed so violently. She licked her lips, making her mouth look voraciously red and appetizing.
"Not tonight, Robert!" she finally said, squeezing the huge cock fiercely. "Tonight, you can take care of my cunt by putting this big cock all the way in, and try to do what your father left unfinished a little while ago!"
"I'm better than my father!" bragged Robert, started to roll his body around to mount her.
"Whoa, Boy whoa!" admonished Lynn. "Take it easy, take it very easy. I don't want you coming right away. I want you to fuck me for a long, long time! I don't want any jackrabbit!"
Beads of perspiration stood out on Robert's forehead as he looked deep into the eyes of the voluptuous blonde. "I'll try to control myself as long as possible, Lynn, I promise!"
"You'd better, Boy, or you'll taste the lash!" promised Lynn.
She spread her legs as wide as she could, and put both hands down to her cunt-lips, pulling them apart so that she could receive the gargantuan-sized cock of Robert's.
"S-shouldn't I take off my boots?" asked Robert.
"Hell, no!" screamed Lynn impatiently. "I love the feel of the soft leather against my legs other places, too! Leave them on and shove that big prick into my cunt!"
"Yes, ma'am!" dutifully obeyed Robert, as he wiggled his body between her lovely long legs, shaking with both fright and passion. The fright was the fear of the unknown, this was the first girl he was fucking, and she had promised to whip him if he didn't last a long time. By the way his passion was mounting, he didn't think he could prevent an explosion any second. At the first touch of his cock to her cunt-lips, he groaned at the sensational, exquisite, magnificent thrill which ran up and down his body.
"Does my pussy feel good to you, Boy?" asked Lynn, rubbing her legs against the leather boots, thrilling to their feeling of exquisite texture. His cock against her cunt-lips and the fingers which were holding them apart, felt larger than it looked. She tingled with expectation at the entry of his gargantuan cock, and the fact that he had absolutely no previous experience gave her a sort of satisfaction of being the first.
"It-it feels hot and wet and gooooodddd!" breathed Robert, trying to push his mammoth prick deeper into her cunt.
"Push it in slowly, very slowly, Boy!" directed Lynn, taking her fingers away from her cunt-lips and contracting her cunt muscles so that they almost seemed to suction in the swollen cock-head which Robert was trying to force into her small cunt.
"Yes, Ma'am, I'm pushing as slow as I c-c-can," stammered Robert, feeling the terrific and wonderful surging of extreme tingling and passion sweeping his entire body from head to leather-clad foot!
Lynn slid her hands, still wet from her moist pussy, and dug them hard into the soft, yet muscled buttocks of Robert, feeling their strain and tenseness as he tried to plough deep into her cunt. She could feel his fabulous cock spread her pussy-lips almost painfully, and her fingernails dug into his cheeks wildly.
"Oh, Boy, you're BIG! BIG! Push it all the way in! Now!" she moaned with delirious happiness.
Robert pushed and immediately his cock exploded into a violent eruption of orgasm.
CHAPTER THREE
"You bastard!" screamed Lynn as she felt the hot, spurting sperm shooting inside her. His cock was only half way in, and even so, it felt wonderful, but he was coming! "I told you not to come so quickly! I warned you you'd get the lash!"
"I-I c-c-can't help it!" moaned Robert, feeling his cock being sucked into the warm cunt of the voluptuous blonde girl by his contracting muscles.
"You selfish pig! You jackrabbit!" screamed Lynn, her passion completely thwarted. She wriggled her naked, large breasted body violently under Robert, making him come more copiously. She was furious at his lack of control, and she took her hands away from his buttocks and put them against his chest and shoved him.
Robert was thrown onto the floor by the force of the push, and he landed on his stomach, his leather-clad boots making a long tear in the sheet.
Lynn leaped from the bed and grabbed the wide black leather belt and gripped it firmly. She turned and looked down at the moaning and thrashing Robert, his prick still shooting his sperm onto the carpet.
But it was growing limp, and that's what made Lynn so furious. She had just been unsatisfied by the boy's father, and now he had done the same thing! At least, she thought, the father had paid her a hundred dollars to fuck her. And the boy had given her nothing, except a thrill of anticipation of a wonderful fucking at the feeling of his gargantuan cock, and he had come a few seconds after only partially penetrating her hot cunt!
She swung the leather belt viciously, her face contorted in a rage of repressed desire and sadistic glee. At the very least, she'd make the boy pay for his rapid orgasm...she beat the body which she had desired so much until it was covered with red welts. At least, her sadistic nature would be gratified, even though her hot cunt wouldn't get too much satisfaction from the beating.
The lash landed squarely across the boy's buttocks, and he yelled painfully at the stinging of the wide belt.
"Oooowwwww! I-I'm s-sorry, Lynn! I didn't mean to come so quickly!" he protested, holding his buttocks with his hands, trying to twist his body around to face her.
"Sorry doesn't help my hot cunt! Sorry isn't going to give me any orgasm! You're just as lousy a lay as your father!" cried Lynn, her large breasts banging against her rib cage in a violent manner, the still erect nipples standing out like twin penises. "Just look how hot I still am! Just look!"
Robert looked up at the blonde from his prone position on the carpeted floor. He saw the lovely, still moist cunt-lips pouting in a pretty way, his own sperm trickling down her soft white inner thighs in a slowly moving mass. From his position, he could also see her tiny dark-hued anus and the soft swelling of her rounded buttocks. Her breasts almost covered his view of her face, but he could see her eyes blazing with rage and fury.
"Y-you l-look b-beautiful!" quavered Robert.
"Of course I'm beautiful, you stupid lout! I'm beautiful, but I'm also a hot, passionate girl who needs to have an orgasm. Just beating you with this wide belt isn't going to give me anything but satisfaction and revenge it's not going to make me have an orgasm! And that's what I want ... I want to come!" She almost shrieked the last four words into his face as she bent over him viciously. She gave him another slash of the leather across his stomach.
"Ooowww!" cried Robert, putting his hands over the place the belt had struck. "I said I was s-sorry! What can I do now?" he added.
She lashed out against his hands covering his stomach. His forearms bore the brunt of the lash, and he yelped again. "Take your hands away from that jackrabbit cock of yours! I'm going to whip it with this belt until you scream for mercy!"
"Please don't!" begged Robert, the tears starting to well in his eyes. But he did what she demanded. He took away his hands and put them at his sides, tensing his muscles for the blow which he knew was going to land on his beloved prick. The lovely prick which he had fondled so often, and which for the first time had just been in a cunt, even though only partially.
Lynn smirked wickedly at his quick obedience. "That's the way to follow orders!" she said. "Now, we'll punish you for your inability to take care of me! Oh, this is going to hurt you, and you'll never forget it for the rest of your life! When I get through whipping your cock, you'll know just how I feel when I don't get an orgasm! You'll know what it means to be unsatisfied, hurt, and frustrated!"
"D-don't h-hit me t-t-tooooo hard, please!" begged Robert, closing his eyes to the combination of beauty and rage of the voluptuous blonde girl.
Lynn looked at the prone figure of the boy, his black leather boots which had made her legs tingle with their sensational feeling, his cock which had momentarily given her such an exquisite anticipatory sensation of lustful fulfillment. His cock, even though it was now limp, was still a thing of beauty, but the seminal drippings which were coming from the slit in the cock-head made her furious that they were either being swallowed by her suctioning cunt or by her voracious mouth. What a waste of precious tasteful fluid!
She swung the wide leather belt directly across his limp prick, and he yelped with the pain, but his arms remained at his sides dutifully obedient to her command.
Lynn saw his prick grow purple with the blow, but her eyes widened with surprise when she saw that instead of making it more limp, the cock started to grow.
She lashed him again across the cock.
Again, her eyes saw the beauty of the growing prick. She was stunned by the erotic reaction. Instead of it making him hurt so much that his cock couldn't respond, his prick was growing and swelling with as much speed as if he were getting all hot and passionate all over again.
"Ooohhhh!" moaned Robert, his eyes still closed, "that feels so goooood! Do it again!"
Lynn slashed the belt across his cock, and it leaped into full erection. In complete astonishment, she dropped the wide leather belt and gaped at the beautiful, gargantuan instrument which had just moments ago failed to give her satisfaction.
Then, with a shrill scream of joy, and of pure lust, she spread her legs and squatted over him. With both hands, she took his mammoth prick and guided its length into her cunt-lips. This time, the full length penetrated her wet, hot, demanding cunt, and Lynn squealed with wanton abandon as she sat down on his huge, rigid cock.
"Ooohhh, stay that way, Boy! Stay hard and long and fill my cunt with your prick! Oooohhhh, that's glorious!" she cried as she rotated her hips with wild abandon, feeling the long cock way up her insides, and actually tasting its length.
Robert opened his eyes wonderingly. His prick glowed with pain and agony, but it was a sweet agony, and he responded to her wild rotations by moving his hips up and down and sideways, thrilling to the feeling of pain his prick was undergoing. Glorying in the fact that it was now rigid again, and he didn't seem to be on the verge of exploding all his sperm immediately.
"Ooohhh, that's so long, so big, so lovely!" squealed Lynn in utter satisfaction, as she plunged her body up and down on the prone boy's gargantuan cock! The thickness of his shaft made her cunt-lips spread and tingle, and her clitoris was being rubbed against with every movement of her plump buttocks. "Oooohhhhh! I'm coming!" she screamed in wild abandon as her ass bucked and plunged on the impaling monster.
"Come, darling!" cried Robert, his hands fondling her breasts with squeezings and tweakings of her nipples. They felt so smooth and satiny under his fingertips and he pressed the palms of his hands against their fullness. His entire body tingled with erotic sensations as his hands felt her full breasts and his cock felt her suctioning cunt and her hips rotated wildly.
Then, his cock was bathed with glorious hot, sticky fire!
She had come and her moans were like music to his ears. She panted hard, her hot breath striking Robert's nostrils like flames from a roaring furnace.
"Ohhhhh! Beautiful! What a glorious orgasm!" cried Lynn.
Robert could feel the spurting come hot and sticky, but growing less as her passion diminished. He smiled confidently, finally realizing that he could last longer than a few seconds. His prick was in a cunt, all the way! And it was heaven to him, to his libido, to his pride, and to his manhood! With an intuitive reasoning, he continued to raise and lower his bottom, forcing his prick in and out of the cunt which was still throbbing against his long shaft.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" squealed Lynn, "you're making me start to get all hot again!"
"Good!" said Robert, his hands squeezing her breasts firmly, his leather-clad legs sliding up and down her outstretched legs, feeling a delightful sensation as it squeaked noisily against her satiny skin.
"Oh, my God, fuck me again! Keep that beauty hard! Oh! Oh! Shove that monster into my cunt hard, hard! Push! PULL! PUSH! SHOVE! Fuck me! Ohhhhhh! Oh, how lovely, how wonderfully exciting your cock is in my burning cunt. I'm going to come again! I'm coming again! Oh! Oh! I'm coming! I'm coming!"
She tore her fingernails through his thinly-haired chest as her orgasm reached a second height which twisted and contorted her face into an agonized beauty. Then, her hot come again bathed Robert's long shaft with its delightful fire, and he could feel her cunt throbbing and tingling furiously.
"Oh, how magnificent! Twice! I've come twice! Oh, Robert, you're such a gorgeous fuck!" sighed Lynn, slumping down so that her face was in the hollow of his neck.
Robert smiled happily, his fears of not being able to control himself gone, and his cock was still rigid and long and hard! He kept his ass rotating and writhing, his legs sliding up and down her body as high as he could lift his leather-clad boots. "Happy?" he asked.
Lynn sighed deeply, her warm body clinging to his like a glove. "Oh, yes! And you're still hard! Don't you want to come?"
"Not until I satisfy you, darling!" said Robert, his ass still moving slowly in a circular motion, his cock twisting and plunging in and out of the trembling cunt.
"Oooohhhh, what a lover!" sighed Lynn as she felt Robert's hands caress her smooth buttocks and tentatively probe her cheeks apart to reach her anus.
"You're so beautiful, Lynn!" breathed Robert, his hands creeping towards her ass-hole. He remembered what she had said earlier about this particular perversion on her part, and he wanted to touch her ass-hole, just to feel what it was like.
"I take back what I said about your prick, Robert!" huskily said Lynn.
Robert was acutely aware of the fact that she was no longer calling him 'Boy', and he became bolder. He spread her cheeks with his fingers, and while his cock was slowly rotating around and around inside her warm wet cunt, he found her anus and pressed his finger against the tiny and moist hole.
Lynn leaped as though she had been shot. "OOOOhhhhh! I'm so very sensitive there, Robert! Push your finger inside the little beauty! Go ahead, don't be afraid, put your finger into my ass-hole!"
Robert plunged his cock up into Lynn's cunt as far as he could go and at the same time, his finger went into her anus up to the knuckle joint.
"Wowowowowow!" cried Lynn, feeling the gargantuan cock in her cunt, and the titillating finger up her anus. "Beautiful! You're making me all hot again! Oh, Lover, what a man you are!"
And, indeed, Lynn was getting hot again with the finger up her anus and the gargantuan cock seeming to touch each other inside her molten body. Then, she felt Robert's mouth engulf her breast, his fiery tongue licking her erect nipple, giving her another erotic and licentious sensation.
"Wow! You're driving me crazy with your mouth on my titty and your finger up my ass-hole and your huge cock in my cunt all the way up my insides! I'm going wild with sweet agony! Fuck me, suck me, shove your finger in deeper!"
Robert sucked on the erect nipple, teased it, licked it, and at the same time, his finger went higher into her anus, and his cock impaled her fully.
Lynn shrieked with joy as she rotated her body licentiously, her senses reeling with the exquisite joy of the various sensations she was receiving from the body of this novice boy with the gargantuan cock and the hard young body! She had found a man in the boy and she was getting the fucking and reaming and nibbling of her life. She squealed with joy and shouted:
"Oh, man, fuck me! Come at the same time with me! Shoot your hot fire into my cunt! Come with me!"
Robert's surging passion responded, but he knew that he wasn't going to be able to come right away, so he removed his mouth from her sweet, erect nipple and said: "I don't think I can come with you. I'm not ready!"
Lynn grew furious. "You're not ready! I said for you to come with me! I want to feel your hot sperm shoot its fire into my cunt at the same time I shoot my load! Come with me!"
"I can't!" wailed Robert, still finger-fucking her ass-hole, and rotating his gargantuan cock in her pussy.
Lynn started to slap his face with both hands, hard, and furiously.
"When I tell you to come, I want you to come!" she yelled, hitting his face with her open hands as hard as she could.
The stinging, sharp blows against his face created a strange and erotic reaction in Robert. He could feel his cock throb and palpitate wildly.
"Oh, hit me! I'm coming! Hit me harder!" he begged, tears of agony-pain streaming from his face, which Lynn was still striking with the palms of her hands.
Amazed at his reaction, she kept slapping his face, rotating her ass, and getting more and more towards the verge of having another wild orgasm. She could feel the trembling of Robert's cock, his whole body shook with the tenseness of his pre-come violence, and then he let go!
His cock spurted a volcano of hot fiery sperm into her cunt at the same time her own passion reached a climax, and they mingled their sperm with loud cries of lascivious contentment.
CHAPTER FOUR
As he was happily riding his motorcycle home, Robert remembered the parting words of Lynn.
"Robert, you are a masochist. You have all the tendencies. You couldn't come the second time until I started to slap and punch you around. You're going to be quite a problem to yourself until you find out what's wrong with you. Oh, I don't say that you're queer, or anything like that. But there's something exotic about you when it takes a whipping from a wide leather belt to make your beautiful, huge prick and it's really a beauty! get hard, and then you can't come until I slap you in the face. Boy, you're in for a weird, exotic, carnal life of sex! But you can come back here anytime you want to. I'll always take care of that wonderful cock of yours. My God, it's big!"
The wind whipped through his hair and the roar of his motorcycle brought him back to reality. He saw that he was only a block away from his home, where he usually shut off the motor and coasted the remaining distance so that he wouldn't disturb his mother in case she was sound asleep.
But she never was. She always waited for him to get home, no matter what time it was, and tonight proved no exception.
He put the motorcycle into the garage between his father's Cadillac and his mother's Lincoln, and went into his house. He opened and closed the door quietly, but the minute he went through the kitchen and into the hallway leading upstairs, he heard the voices of his father and mother arguing loudly. He sighed deeply. They were at it again! They never could talk quietly with each other. They always had to shout and bicker, and he tried all the time to avoid listening to them. Never had he gone near their room to find out why they were arguing, but tonight he decided to listen.
He removed his leather boots, and his stockinged feet made no noise as he crept up the stairs. He opened his own door, and threw in his boots, then tiptoed down the hallway to his parents' room. He put his ear to the door and listened, keeping his breathing to a minimum.
"Aren't you ever going to forgive me, Victor?" asked his mother's voice.
"Oh, hell, Myrtle, we've gone through this bit for the last seventeen years!" said his father.
Robert could hear the anguish in his mother's voice, and the irritation in his father's. He had no idea why his mother should be forgiven for anything. She was a good mother!
"Are you going to torment me for the rest of my life just because I made one little mistake?" begged his mother.
"One little mistake?" cried his father. "You call having a love affair with another man a mistake, a little mistake?"
"But during those years, you've had so many affairs with other women," accused his mother.
"That's my business!" retorted his father.
"Oh, Victor, just because I went to bed and fucked one man, you've made me suffer for seventeen years!" cried his mother.
"How do I know you haven't been having affairs with other men during that time?" demanded his father.
"You know I haven't!" protested his mother. "I'm home all the time with Robert. He takes up all my time. I don't have any chance to be with other men!"
"And that's another thing I don't like!" snapped his father. "He is getting so much attention to you that he's just liable to turn out to be some sort of freak!"
"My son a freak?" cried his mother. "Never! He's normal! He's a good boy!"
"Well, if he's good, he certainly doesn't take after you, you slut! You unfaithful bitch!" cried his father.
Robert's hair stood on end during this discussion. So that was the reason his father chased other women so much his mother had been unfaithful with another man, and his father had never forgiven her for the sin. He hated his father more than ever now. His poor tortured mother! What a lot of suffering she must have been through, deprived of the love and affection and companionship of her husband for all these years! He clenched his fists and turned away from the door, not wanting to hear any more of his mother's tormented and anguished pleading with his father for an understanding forgiveness of a sin committed so many, many years ago.
Slowly, he tiptoed back to his room and went in, snapped on the lights and got undressed. He went in and took a quick shower, and was drying himself when his mother knocked on the door and without waiting for an answer, came right in.
Robert had left the bathroom door open, and his mother could see his complete nakedness, and he noticed her fascinated gaze at his limp, but nevertheless huge cock.
Myrtle Rand was a woman of forty, dark hair, lovely olive eyes, and a natural healthy color to her cheeks which gave her a beauty and attractiveness. She was dressed in a colorful, flowing negligee and Robert couldn't help but notice her curves outlined gracefully under the robe. He hurriedly wrapped a towel around his waist and cheerfully called out:
"Come on in, mother, I'm just about ready to go to bed!"
Myrtle approached her son with shining eyes, appraising his manly physique admiringly, like most mothers do when they are proud of their offspring.
"Well, Bobby, darling, let mother tuck you in!" she said softly, going over to the bed and pulling the spread from it, and then taking the blankets and sheets and pulling them down so that he could slip into bed without having the chore and effort himself.
"Okay, Mom," he said, "just let me slip into a pair of pajamas first, will you?"
Myrtle, starved for the sight of a penis for so many years, peeked at her son as he slipped the towel from around his waist and put on the tops to his pajamas, which came down to just below his hanging balls. He was facing the mirror, and he could see the reflection of his mother as she looked him over. Some devil in him made him bend over and show his buttocks to her, and he heard her gasp with alarm.
He had forgotten that the red welts administered by Lynn would still be visible, and he quickly straightened up. But not before his mother cried out in concern.
"Bobby! What on earth are those marks on your. . . your backside.
For a long moment, Robert had an intense desire to tell his mother all about his violent and sensational encounter with Lynn, the voluptuous blonde who had made a man out of him. Maybe if he told his mother, she would get so furious that he'd had sex with a girl that she would whip him! He smiled at her, and decided that he'd tell her just enough to whet her appetite for details, and then he would be able to tell by her reactions just how far he should go with her.
"Oh, it's nothing, mother," he said casually, rubbing his buttocks with the palms of his hands. The action made his pajama top rise slightly and just show the tip of his cock-head to his mother's view.
She tried hard not to look at him, but at the sight of his cock-head, she put her hand over her mouth to keep herself from crying out in pride at the immensity of his prick. She started to feel her own pussy tingle, and there was an aching hollow in the pit of her stomach which threatened to make her double up.
"You get right into bed and lie on your stomach, young man," she ordered. "I want to see what you think 'nothing' is!"
"Awww, Mom, I was just having a little fun!" he said slyly.
"Into bed with you, right this very minute!" she commanded, pointing her red-lacquered finger at the ready to slip into bed.
"Okay, Mom," said Robert, walking past his mother quickly and leaping into the bed.
This time, Myrtle Rand got a good look at her son's penis. Even limp as it was, it was gargantuan, and she wondered how big it would be if it got an erection. My God, he must be built like a stallion!
The action of flopping on his stomach onto the bed had raised his pajama top high so that his mother could see his entire buttocks clearly. She looked at the red, wide welts and suddenly realized that they were just about the width of the black leather belt which he wore with his black leather jacket and pants. His tender skin had been beaten by someone, and she was determined to find out who had done it, and if he had been a willing or an unwilling participant.
"Those red welts look like belt marks to me, Bobby!" she accused in a solicitous tone.
Robert "Bobby" Rand made up his mind. He was going to tell his mother everything!
"They are, Mommy! I was beaten by a naked blonde girl with my own belt! And. ... "
He didn't finish the sentence. His mother had moaned so loudly that he had to turn around to see if she had hurt herself. He saw her clutch her breasts with both her hands, pressing them and mashing their large fleshy outlines against her body.
"My Bobby was beaten by a naked girl!" she moaned again. "Bobby! Darling! Did it hurt?"
He nodded his head and smiled, "Yeah, it hurt!"
Quickly, and with a cry like a wounded deer, she sat down on the edge of the bed and lowered her dark head to his bottom and kissed the red welts lovingly with her lips.
"Mommy's little boy was hurt! Mommy's going to make it better!" she cooed, looking at the swell of his manly buttocks, and getting herself in a state of high emotion. She rubbed her hands gently across the welts, and she could feel her son quiver under her tender and motherly ministrations.
"Aw, cut it out, Mom," said Robert, feeling his cock palpitate with joy at the touch of his mother's hands and lips.
"You turn around, young man, and let me see if that blonde naked hussy hurt my Bobby anywhere else!" she ordered.
Robert slyly asked, "What'll you do if I don't turn around to let you see, Mother?"
Myrtle blanched, and her lips grew taut with frustrated emotion.
"I'll ... I'll. . . I'll beat you with your own belt, too!" she finally was able to say.
"Oh, no, you wouldn't, Mother!" exclaimed Robert, hoping against hope that she would carry out her threat to beat him. "You've never even spanked me in all my life!"
"Well, I will this time if you don't do as I say!" argued Myrtle with a sharp tone.
Robert smiled into the pillow, and turned his head slightly so that his mother could hear him. He looked at her heaving breasts, and decided that they were getting to the point where he would like to find out if they were like Lynn's.
"I'm a man now, Mommy, and if I turn around, you'll see how much of a man I really am!"
Myrtle gasped aloud, and she realized what her little boy was trying to tell her. But her emotions were so keyed up that she just had to see his penis; she had to find out if it was as gargantuan as she hoped it would be.
"I'll give you 'Man' right across your big bottom, Bobby!" threatened his mother. "To me, you're only a little boy, and you turn around right this moment and let Mommy see if that wicked blonde naked girl did any damage anywheres else!"
"No, Mommy, I won't!" said Robert flatly, hoping she would beat him and then he would be able to find out if what Lynn had said about him being a masochist was really true. He had to find out, and anyhow, he had gone too far now to back down.
"Don't say I didn't warn you, Bobby!" said his mother with emphasis as she crossed over and took the wide black leather belt from his pants and wrapped the buckle end around her hand. She looked at her son's bare bottom, faintly damaged by the red welts, and her bosom heaved with a strange, exotic, bizarre desire to whip him and make him cry. Never in all her life had she felt this way towards her adorable and lovable son. She had always worshipped him, spoiled him, catered to his every whim.
But, now, as she looked, she saw her husband's bare bottom, and the blood drained from her face and she brought the wide leather belt down across her son's bare bottom with such force that he screamed in horror and agony and pain at the force of the tremendous blow.
The scream brought his father to the door in a hurry.
"What the hell's going on here?" he demanded.
"You get back to your own room," said his wife, pointing her finger at him. "I'm teaching my son a lesson for getting himself all mixed up with naked blonde hussies!"
Victor's eyes opened wide in surprise. "You mean that namby-pamby son of ours has gotten himself mixed up with dames?"
"That's the right word 'dames' cheap, blonde dames!" screamed Myrtle.
Victor roared with delight. "Well, what do you know! I've got a son at last! A man! So, he went out and got himself fucked by a girl! I'm delighted!"
"You would be, you whore-chasing semblance of a man!" screamed Myrtle, raising her belt high as if to strike Victor.
"Don't try that with me, Myrtle, or I'll show you what a beating really is like!" threatened Victor.
Myrtle stayed her hand in mid-air, and instead of lowering the belt and lashing out against her husband, she whirled and brought the whip across her son's bare buttocks.
He screamed again, and it drowned out the sound of his father's loud laughter. Robert could feel his prick grow huge with the tingling and burning sensation of his buttocks, and he hoped that his mother would continue beating him, he felt erotic and filled with lust for more pain.
"Don't make him suffer every time he fucks a girl, Myrtle!" warned his father. "And for crisssakes, stop the screaming and yelling. I've got to get some sleep. If you're going to continue to whip him, stuff a pillow in his mouth and keep him quiet!"
Victor slammed the door, and stomped down the hallway, where they could both hear him slam the door to his own room.
Myrtle turned back to her son, who was sobbing with pain. But she could see that underneath his pajama top, his cock had grown huge and was growing red with passion. But, she also noticed that her son had taken a pillow and stuffed it into his mouth, thinking that he was going to get more lashes of the leather belt.
With a fury at the remarks of her husband, Myrtle turned back to her desire to beat the bare bottom of her son, all the while picturing the bottom as being the father's.
She hastily threw off her negligee robe, revealing to the peeping Robert the tissue-thin nightgown she wore. It clung to the curves of her body like a soft kid glove, and for the first time in his life, Robert noticed that his mother had a very voluptuous and curvaceous figure. Her large breasts were thrust out against the sheer nightgown, and he could see their red-tipped nipples standing out erect, almost bursting through the sheerness of the gown. His eyes took in the rest of her body, and he could see the dark pubic hairs which crowned her pink slit, which from his viewpoint was moist and pouting.
"I'm going to beat the hell out of you!" cried his mother.
Robert quivered with ecstatic anticipation at receiving another glorious slash of the tingling leather. It gave him such a wonderfully erotic, exotic pain-agony-joy that he shook from head to toe.
Myrtle found herself in almost the same mood. Her own emotions were aroused to a fever pitch, and she found that she was getting an incestuous delight in beating her own son, and that his growing penis peeping from underneath his body was giving her thrilling tingles of arousement which she hadn't felt for so many, many years.
With a savage cry, she lashed her son's bottom furiously, delighting in the sound of the crack of the wide leather against the bare flesh of his cheeks. She saw the immediate redness form on his flesh, and it fascinated her. She also noticed that his penis throbbed, and palpitated with the force of the blow.
'He-likes to be beaten!' she thought to herself as she slashed him again with the belt.
Robert's body tingled with the blow, and his mouth would have emitted a scream but for the stuffed pillow against it. He tingled with the pure joy of the masochist as his mother lashed out again and caught him against the small of his back with the leather belt.
In utter pain, and complete joy, he rolled over on his back, releasing the pillow and crying out.
"Oh, Mommy! Mommy!"
It was not a cry of pain, but that of sheer pleasure, and Myrtle dropped the belt in anguish as she saw the huge, gargantuan cock which was now plainly visible. It stuck up straight and proud and her mouth was wet with her own drool as he ripped off the pajama top hurriedly, the buttons popping all over the room.
"Hit me again, Mommy!" cried Robert. "Hit me across the front so that I can feel the beautiful pain in my cock!"
"Oh, Bobby! Bobby!" cried his mother as she rushed over to the bed and took hold of his gargantuan cock with both her warm, perspiring hands.
"Hit me, Mommy!"
"Oh, Bobby, I can't hurt this beautiful, huge, lovely cock of yours with that cruel leather belt! It's too much for me to bear!"
"Oh, Mommy, your hands feel so good on my cock!" moaned Robert, his whole body writhing in sheer joy at the beating and the touch of his mother's hands on his penis.
"That's my Bobby," cooed Myrtle, her eyes glued to the huge appendage grasped in both her hands. She squeezed on the hard, rock-like shaft, and her blood raced through her body. She hadn't been near a cock for so many years that her pussy and mouth and anus yearned for the touch of one. Even her son's! She didn't care what he thought of her, whether he would think of her as an incestuous bitch or not. She had to come. As a matter of fact, she could feel the beginnings of an orgasm as she held her son's huge cock in her hot hands. She slid her hands up and down his long shaft and watched his face beam with the very great pleasure he was receiving from the gesture.
"Mommy's going to kiss Bob's cock so that it will feel better," she cooed.
"Yes, oh, yes, Mommy! Kiss my prick! Make it better! It feels so hurt and hard and filled with tiny electric tingles!"
Myrtle bent her head and with her lips, faintly kissed the head of her son's cock. He leaped at the same time she did. There was a sort of electric contact which made them both flush and surge with a savage lust.
"Take my cock in your mouth, Mother!" commanded Robert.
"Yes, Bobby!" soothed his mother as she quickly opened her red lips and put his cock-head to her parted lips. Her tongue snaked out and twisted and slithered around his cock-head, wetting it with her own saliva. It mixed with his pre-come drippings, and the flavor was greedily swallowed by Myrtle, who had long ago forgotten what it tasted like to have a cock in her mouth.
"Lick your tongue all around my big cock, Mother!" pleaded Robert, his body writhing with desire. He reached out and found his hand on his mother's breast. He squeezed it, and took the nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinched. He could feel her shiver with delight, and he took his other hand and put his fingers between her legs. The soft, warm inner thighs almost made him jump with their fire.
Myrtle could feel her son's cock all the way down to the narrow opening of her throat, and still she hadn't been able to take all of it into her mouth. What thrilling eroticism! What glorious incestuous carnality she was undergoing. Add to that, her little boy's fingers were groping for her hot, moist cunt!
She removed her mouth from her son's prick long enough to ask him huskily:
"Does my baby want to see Mommy naked."
"Oh, yes, yes, Mommy."
"Well, rip off my gown!" she said passionately, and stuffed his gargantuan cock back into her hot, greedy mouth and sucked the lovely skin with her wet tongue.
Robert's hands trembled as he tore off his mother's gown and for the first time in his life, saw the beauty of her naked body. Her skin was creamy soft, it glowed with radiance and he could see the tiny bumps of pleasure which popped up all over her glorious, huge breasts and body.
"I want to suck your titties, Mommy!" he cried.
His mother nodded her head, causing his prick to go in and out of her mouth at an angle which he found excruciatingly lusty. With a quick motion, almost as if she would take her body away from him, Robert moaned softly and stuffed his mother's breast into his mouth. He could feel her entire body shiver with delight as he found the erect nipple and he tongued and laved it with a fury which made her suck his cock with more suction.
His fingers parted her legs, and the feeling of their warmth and softness, made him palpitate with savage joy. His fingers found his mother's wet, pouting cunt-lips and at first he just touched them with his fingertips, letting them slide across the flesh in a tantalizing gesture of teasing.
'OOhhhhhhh!" escaped from the lips of his mother.
Robert's cock palpitated mightily as his fingers entered his mother's hot cunt, and she almost clamped her teeth down hard on his gargantuan cock as she could feel her son's fingers enter her long unattended pussy. The orgasm which had been building up burst into a mighty flow of fiery sperm and she inundated his fingers with her come. He could tell she was coming, and she moaned and groaned and wriggled her body on the bed as though she were convulsing.
His mouth at her breast, kept up the intense suctioning, and his fingers dug into her cunt as far as they could go, and he felt them getting a dose of the fire and flame which his mother should be giving his father!
The erotic, bizarre, incestuous position of their bodies his cock being suctioned fiercely into her mouth-his fingers fucking her cunt it all seemed so natural!
He twisted his fingers around and around her now thoroughly wet cunt, sloshing them harder and harder, giving her more feeling, and her moans and whimpers of pleasure assured him that he was doing the right thing.
She gloried in his manly cock, not only because it had been such a long time since she'd had anything but her own finger to satisfy her, but she was this gargantuan-cocked young man's mother! She had borne him, and he was able to make her come with incestuous delight!
She spread her legs wider so that he could more easily get his fingers higher into her womb.
Robert let the lovely breast slip out of his mouth, and he breathed hard as he whispered:
"Mother, do you want me to put my prick into your cunt?"
CHAPTER FIVE
For a fleeting moment, Myrtle Rand was shocked beyond belief. Her own son offering to fuck her in the cunt! Then, she realized that he already had his cock in her mouth, and her tongue was relishing his manly tasting staff. His fingers had already invaded her hot, moist cunt right up to their full length, and she realized that she longed for his mammoth, rigid prick to ravage her, shred her pussy lips, rape her, seduce her, fuck her until she could no longer stand the incestuous ramming of his gargantuan staff!
She let his wet, slippery cock slip out of her mouth and she looked deep into his eyes with carnal lust.
"Oh, my baby wants to fuck his mother in the cunt!" she cooed, stroking his hair.
"For crissakes, Mom, quit calling me 'baby' and let's fuck!" said Robert with a touch of irritation.
Myrtle was amazed at the tone of his voice. He sounded so much like his father, and she became red with embarrassed fury. Her eyes blazed angrily as she twisted his saliva-wet cock in her hand savagely.
"Don't you dare tell your mother what to do!" she said. "If I want you to fuck me, I'll let you know. Just because I sucked your cock as if you were a little baby doesn't mean that I'm going to let you put that gargantuan cock into my cunt!"
Robert became timid under the blazing anger of his mother, and his cock started to grow soft under her hand.
"I I didn't mean anything, Mother!" he said contritely. "I I just thought that if you were sucking my prick, you'd like me to plunge it while it was all nice and hard and wet with your mouth juices right into your hot pussy so that you could have another orgasm right away and you'd like. ... "
"I'll tell you what I like when I like it!" snapped Myrtle, twisting his softening prick with sadistic cruelty. She heard him moan low with the pain, but she also heard the exquisite joy which was intermingled with the pain, and she understood how it was with her 'baby'. He liked to be tortured. He liked brutality. He was a masochist, and more than-likely, a leather fetishist!
"Take you fingers out of my cunt!" she ordered.
Reluctantly, but quickly, Robert removed his sticky fingers from his mother's cunt, and put them up to his nose. He smelled them while she looked down at his face, watching his reaction to her body and sperm odor. A delighted and erotic expression came into his eyes, and he put the fingers which had just left her sticky cunt into his mouth and sucked on them.
"Does mommy's cunt-juice taste good to my baby?" asked Myrtle, her eyes boring into his.
"It tastes yummy, Mommy!" exclaimed Robert with great satisfaction and relish.
"Wouldn't you rather suck on mommy's cunt, instead of vicariously enjoying it by sucking your fingers?" slyly asked Myrtle.
"Oh, yes!" cried Robert, his head starting for her pussy.
"Now, wait a minute, baby!" ordered his mother. "Don't be such a greedy boy. First, you've got to make love to my titties! You don't start the main course until you've had an appetizer!"
"Yes, Mommy!" meekly responded Robert, clumsily grabbing his mother's breasts with both hands and putting his wet mouth onto one large, elongated nipple, and he started to suck on it as though he were a nursing child.
"Oh, for heaven's sake, Bobby!" snapped his mother, irritated at his inept attempts to suck her titty to her satisfaction. "Use your tongue and suck all around the nipple and aureole. Then, lick your wet tongue all over the soft, satiny titty and maybe nibble at the sweet flesh that is eagerly awaiting your mouth!"
"Yes, Mommy!" cried Robert, sticking out his tongue and furiously following his mother's command.
Myrtle sighed with incestuous rapture, and with dexterity, she moved her body so that she lay alongside her titty-sucking son without his losing a single stroke of his laving her sweet breast. All the time she kept hold of his now rapidly growing cock, squeezing it savagely. She twisted and pinched the tender shaft, and she loved hearing him groan with both pain and pleasure. She knew that he loved the brutal treatment she was giving his cock and balls, making her fingernails cut and scrape along the sensitive skin. She was overjoyed at the feeling of his almost hairless bull shit they were so huge and filled with sperm. Surely, now that they had started an incestuous relationship, there was no reason it couldn't be continued. The first step had been taken by her putting his gargantuan cock into her mouth and sucking on it. Her orgasm while he was finger-fucking her was tasted by him with a great relish and pleasure at her flavor. Now at last, the seventeen years of denial by her husband would be wiped out by the fucking and sucking of her own dear little baby son. Her dear son with the tremendously huge cock and her pussy twitched with the anticipation of the supreme joy it was going to receive momentarily.
"That's the right way to suck on mommy's titties, Bobby-lover!" she moaned, twisting his cock in her hand with savage and sadistic torment.
"Ooohhhhh, Mommy!" cried Robert, his body matching hers in a writhing, grinding motion. Her titty was sweet, much sweeter than Lynn's and the incest made it more delectable. Imagine, he was sucking his own mother's titty, his fingers had been in her cunt, and she had sucked his prick! He strained his body, feeling the fingernails of his mother's caress along his rigid cock dig sharply into the flesh. It was an excruciating feeling ... a feeling of pain coupled with supreme excitement and his cock was swelling with a surging bliss which needed fulfillment immediately.
"Now? Now, Mommy?" asked Robert, stroking his hands over the soft breasts of his mother.
"Now what, Bobby?" asked his mother, knowing full well what he had on his mind. "You know, Mommy!"
"No, baby, I don't know!" she said coyly, wanting to hear her son say the words. They sounded so obscene, so incestuous, so exciting! And it had been such a long time since she had heard the words except in a cursing manner from her husband.
"I want to put my . . ." began Robert, then he stopped suddenly. The obscene words wouldn't come.
"What, baby? Say it! Tell Mommy!" urged Myrtle, stroking his rigid cock fiercely, her breath hot from her inner desires.
"What I said before, Mommy!" said Robert, his fingers stroking her flesh and reaching for her splayed legs.
"Say the words, baby! Tell me you want to shove your big prick into my cunt!" cried Myrtle, almost beside herself with need for the gigantic cock she was twisting around and around in her hand, urging it to greater and greater rigidity.
"Aw, Mommy, I can't!" said Robert, now slightly embarrassed.
Myrtle removed her hand from his rigid cock and slapped him hard across the face, stinging her own hand from the blow.
"Owww!" cried Robert, placing his still wet cunt-juice fingers to his face, "Why'd you do that?"
"You do as I tell you, Bobby, or I'll get up and leave you right this minute with that big cock of yours all rigid and erect and ready for a warm, juicy cunt!"
"Oh, please don't, Mommy!" begged Robert. "I'll say it. I'll say anything you want me to say, but please don't take away your warm lovely body from me. I want to plunge my cock into your cunt and fuck you, Mommy! Oh, I want to fuck my sweet mommy!"
"Yes, baby, yes, say the words, say the obscene words. Tell me again that you want to shove your big prick into my cunt! Tell meeeee! Say it again!" Myrtle was moaning loudly now, her passion rising to an unprecedented height.
"Fuck my prick, mommy!" cried Robert, raising his body and laying it on top of his mother's quivering flesh. The contact brought immediate response from both of them. They clung to each other, their hands on each other's flesh with delighted sensations of tingling.
Robert put his hand down to guide his staff into his mother's warm cunt, but found her hand already there, trembling wildly and shaking so much that she was having difficulty in finding her own cunt hole so that her son could shove his mighty prick into it.
"Oh, my son, my son!" cried Myrtle savagely. "I'm so filled with lust that I can't even find my cunt!"
"Here, mother, let me find your cunt! I'll shove my big prick into it and fuck you until your ears fly off!" said Robert, shoving his mother's hand away from his prick and taking it into his own hand and then guiding it to her pouting and moist pussy lips.
At the touch of his cock-head at her cunt, Myrtle screamed softly and her fingernails dug into her son's back, and scratched a series of furrows along the full length of his muscles. They gave him a sharp, ecstatic sensation of pain-agony-joy, and he plunged his gargantuan cock into his mother's womb with a thrust of his hips and she was impaled on the full length.
Then, she really screamed loudly. The sound of her bliss reverberated from the bedroom walls, and was music to Robert's ears. He felt his cock all nice and warm and cozy in the hot hole of his mother's womb, and his hips started to grind from side to side and then from top to bottom, automatically assuming the gyrations of a perfect lover.
Myrtle moaned with incestuous joy. Never had her cunt been filled and stretched so beautifully, not by her husband not by the one lover she had cheated with so many years ago. This was sheer ecstasy, and her juices boiled and churned inside her womb until her orgasm flooded the rigid and long cock of her son. He could feel the orgasm covering his thrashing cock, and it felt like a flame licking at his staff. It was beautiful! It was thrilling, and he kept grinding his hips, and his cock stretched the pussy lips until he could almost hear them tear.
Myrtle raised her legs high into the air and came down on the small of her son's back and beat a tattoo with her heels as her orgasm reached a thrilling climax. Her fingers were digging into his buttock flesh and the nails were scratching along the red welts he had suffered at the hands of both Lynn and his mother.
It was an exciting, ecstatic feeling his own mother's nails digging into his hurt buttocks, and his prick throbbed and flailed around in the deep warmth and fire of her sticky wet womb! But he still wouldn't come. He felt that he could go on forever, fucking his mother until he did what he had threatened to do fuck her until her ears fell off!
She had thought she was finished with her orgasm; it had been so tremendous and fulfilling, but the continued fucking of her supposedly satisfied cunt by her son made her savagely hot and passion all over again.
"Oh, Bobby, you're still so big, and hot and rigid!" she moaned with delight.
"Do you like it, Mommy?" he whispered, kissing the hollow of her neckline where it met her shoulder.
"LOVE it, baby! You're such a great cocksman! Your prick is such a magnificent size. It feels like a real man's prick! Fuck me, baby! Fuck your mother!"
"I'm fucking you, mommy!" moaned Robert, feeling an urge to shoot his load into her cunt, but refraining from fulfilling his urgent need just to please his mother. He could sense that she needed more of his gargantuan prick fucking her long unattended cunt, and he was going to prove to her that he was a man!
Myrtle moaned and moved her head from side to side in a gesture of pure rapture. Her bliss and ecstasy were beyond description, and she knew that she was being fucked. Fucked by her own son in a way that gave her every sensation needed by a woman to be fulfilled as a woman. Her cunt throbbed, and it stretched taut as her son's huge prick slid in and out in a fantastically sensuous, carnal, wanton manner. It seemed to have as many wiggles in it as a snake, and her fingernails dug into his body as if she wanted him to return bodily to her womb, just as he had been while she was carrying him during her pregnancy so many years ago.
"Ohhhh, fuck me, my son, my son! Go back into the womb from which you came! Fuck me in the cunt where you made your first appearance on this earth. Oh, my son, fuck your mother!"
Robert thrilled. Not so much to the obscene, incestuous words as to the sensation he was receiving from his mother's fingernails digging into his flesh and creating little shocks of pain all over his lower body. It was the pain which gave him the carnal and wanton pleasure he was receiving, not merely the prick inserted in his mother's cunt!
"I'm screwing you, Mommy! I'm fucking you! Keep doing that with your fingernails. I love it!"
"I'll do whatever my baby wants," moaned Myrtle, digging her fingernails deeper into her son's flesh.
"Ooohhhh! Mommy! Mommy!" moaned Robert, his prick rotating wildly inside the hot fiery womb, rubbing the clitoris with its thickness.
"My baby!" cried Myrtle, wriggling her ass higher so that she could get as much of his cock into her cunt as possible. She was beyond comprehension. She only felt. There was no knowledge of right and wrong, there was only ecstasy! Pleasure! Fucking! Fucking! Fucking!
"Shoot your load into my cunt, baby!" she demanded passionately, pulling his buttocks against her.
"I want you to come again, Mommy!" protested Robert.
"I'll come with you!"
Robert could feel the hot breath of his mother against his ear as he pumped his ass up and down, his long shaft twisting and plunging around her hot, moist cunt.
"I'm going to come, Mommy!" he shrieked, impaling her deeply, their pubic hairs meeting in a hissing, scratching sound.
"Come, my son, come with your beautiful seed into your mother's womb!" cried Myrtle, scratching her son's buttocks with her long fingernails.
The pain of the deep scratches gave Robert the thrill which made his prick throb and he knew that he was going to come.
Myrtle felt his hot sperm shoot way up inside her womb, the fire and flame of her own son's come!
She moaned and inundated his cock with her own violent and complete orgasm, and they clutched each other in an embrace of rapturous completion.
CHAPTER SIX
For a long time after his mother had left his room, Robert Rand lay awake staring at the ceiling. He was quite pleased with himself. Twice in one night, he had fucked cunts which his father thought were for his use only.
He chuckled. How much joy and satisfaction he would get if only he were able to tell his father that in one evening, he had fucked Lynn, the girl to whom he had given a hundred dollars for a lay, and he had been given the same body for nothing.
And how would his father react if he were told about him fucking his own mother? That would be a shock to him. Robert chuckled merrily and reached down between his legs to feel his limp cock. He patted it affectionately, and whispered:
"From now on, you and I are going to have a hell of a lot of fun with women! We're going to fuck them in every hole they've got. And we're going to find new ways to do it. I kind of liked that exquisite pain of being whipped and scratched. I guess Lynn was right I am a masochist. Well, that's not so bad. And that beautiful soft leather I guess maybe that's why I like to wear those black leather pants and boots and jacket so much. I like leather! Well, at least we know about it, don't we, old prick of mine? Hey, you do look big and beautiful, you monster!"
He laughed heartily at himself for talking to his own cock as if it were another person.
"How did you taste in my mother's mouth, old boy?" he asked the limp prick he held tenderly in his hand. "Did you taste exciting and flavorful? Are you more thrilling when you're soft, or when you're very big and hard?"
He stroked his penis, and sat up in an L shape. His young body was supple and limber, and a sudden thought struck him. "How would you taste in my mouth?" he asked his prick.
He smiled and looked at himself carefully, bending forward to see if he could touch his own prick with his mouth. He strained and urged his upper body downwards, but couldn't quite reach his prick while it was in the satisfied, limp condition his mother had left it in.
"What you need is to grow hard, old boy!" he chuckled as he found his lips a few inches away from his soft penis.
He lay back with his head on the pillow, and closed his eyes to recreate the events of the evening ... first, he thought of the voluptuous and luscious Lynn, so beautifully endowed and so young and firm of flesh.
His prick throbbed gently at the thought, and he squeezed his eyes tight so as to get a clearer image of Lynn.
The whole scene came back to him, complete to the lashing with the leather belt and his buttocks started to twitch at the memory. Not only did his buttocks react, but his prick throbbed again, harder and more blissfully. He could sense it growing, and he made his mind stay with Lynn beating him, giving him the red welts which were added to by his mother. He could visualize Lynn and his mother both fighting over which one would get his big, manly cock into her mouth first. His prick grew under the squeezing and twisting of his hand. He tortured and tormented himself, even slapping his own buttocks until he could feel his cock growing harder.
Soon, it was so big that he could hardly hold it in his hand, it thrashed about so wildly.
Slowly, so as to not spoil the image he had created in his mind, he raised his body from the pillow and bent forward with his eyes still closed, and imagined himself to be his own mother about to take his cock in her mouth.
He found that now, with his immense prick rigid, his mouth could easily reach it. The tip of his tongue flicked over his cock-head, and he tasted his own sperm in the tiny slit. Then he opened his mouth and his lips enveloped the cock-head gingerly. His blood raced wildly up and down his hot veins as he felt the satiny smooth flesh. The round head gave his mouth a sensation which he had not experienced either with Lynn or with his mother, and he quivered with anticipation as his head slowly slipped down the shaft of his own cock. Soon, he had the throbbing, palpitating membrane deep in his mouth, and his tongue started to slither around the shaft, just as his mother and Lynn had done.
Robert went savagely wild with ecstasy. His own mouth was sucking his own cock! He grabbed his feet to give himself more leverage, and took as much of his cock into his mouth as he could, which was most of it. He sucked on it, he twisted his tongue around the sensitive skin and tasted the flavor. It was beautiful, perverse, luscious, lascivious, delightful, rapturous! He bent his back down harder, like an athlete trying to touch his toes and impaled his mouth with his gargantuan cock.
Spittle drooled from the corners of his mouth onto the long shaft, and the trickle felt cool and hot and lecherous. He loved sucking his own cock. His blood pounded violently, and his head reeled from the exquisite sensation and he could feel that he was on the verge of coming into his own mouth.
Madly, violently, he rocked back and forth with his body, his hands gripping his feet firmly, and his tongue twisting and tormenting his prick viciously. He bit his own cock. It felt like a wonderful lash from a whip! He bit harder, and almost cut the foreskin, and it felt dizzyingly glorious.
His rocking back and forth became more and more violent as his licking and sucking became more enjoyable and finally he could feel that his big prick was going to shoot sperm into his mouth. He suctioned harder, and he could feel his balls responding to the added sensation.
He could feel the huge vein on the undershaft of his gargantuan cock bulging against his tongue, and he pressed it with the roughness of his tongue. He could feel it throbbing wildly as the mammoth cock thrashed and flailed around his avid suctioning mouth.
Then, his rocking became more convulsive as he could feel his every nerve straining. He knew that he was on the verge of coming, and he wondered beforehand what his own come was going to taste like. Should he have an orgasm in his mouth from his prick? What a wonderful, delightful, perverse, lecherous thing to do! He sucked harder and then it came!
His own sperm spurted into his mouth in a great torrent of fiery flame, shooting down his throat like a flow of lava from a volcano!
Robert swallowed the exotic, sticky sperm and his taste buds told him that it was true bliss, rapturous joy, flavor beyond compare! He sucked harder, trying to drain every droplet of his sperm from his bucking, hurting penis.
The fluid ran down his throat, and his palate devoured the sticky seed with relish and perverse ecstasy. It grew limp in his mouth and he couldn't hold it between his lips any longer. With a plopping noise, it left his mouth and dropped between his legs. He loosened his hold on his feet and then he wearily, but contentedly flopped back onto the soft pillow, the soft pillow.
He smiled to himself as he ran his tongue over his lips and gathered in the last flavorful drop of his sperm. He constricted his tongue to drain it of the exotic taste, and he was filled with an absolute enchantment at the thought that he had just given himself a Frenching which culminated in an orgasm.
Now he wouldn't have to jerk himself off any more. Not after tonight. Not with Lynn and his mother to fuck, and with his own mouth to suck himself off!
He went to sleep, filled with joy at the prospect of being able to have all the sex he wanted!
* * *
The next day when he went downstairs for breakfast, there was no sign of anything untoward from his mother. His father was still at home, having his own breakfast, and when Robert joined them, whatever they had been arguing about was immediately stopped.
"Good morning," said Robert happily.
"Good morning, Bobby," answered his mother, not meeting his look of greeting.
"Humph," greeted his father, not even raising his head from his morning paper.
Robert had dressed in his special leather outfit this morning. After last night, he felt special, so he had put on a very bizarre white leather jacket, white leather pants, white leather boots. They all were trimmed with black; the boots had black soles and heels and a narrow band of black leather running up each side. The pants' pockets were piped with black leather, and the jacket had black leather buttons and short black fringed strips around the collar and the bottom of the flaring jacket.
The whole costume gave his ego a lift, and the soft leather felt exquisite against his sensitive skin. Never before had he worn this particular outfit in front of his Mother or his Father, and he anxiously awaited their reaction to the avant-guarde Mod leather outfit.
He looked at his Mother as she put a plate of ham and eggs in front of him. For a change, she had made up her face and her hair was neatly combed. Usually, she served breakfast with her hair uncombed and without any cosmetics to aid her natural beauty. She had even dispensed with the usual sloppy bathrobe and was wearing an attractive house coat which gave her voluptuous figure a chance to outline itself provocatively and enticingly.
Robert knew she had gone to all this effort for his benefit, but he didn't know how to compliment her in front of his Father. In spite of his new-found manhood, he was still afraid of his dad, still fearful of his caustic comments. He cleared his throat loudly, trying to attract his Father's attention.
Victor Rand sipped his coffee, and kept reading his newspaper.
Myrtle Rand stole a glance at her handsome son sitting at the breakfast table, looking like some Cowboy Hero from an old silent movie. Her heart was almost bursting with various emotions of pride and joy, but this morning those feelings were mixed with incestuous desire. Even at this very moment, as she turned over her own ham and eggs, she felt her body ache at the memory of the incestuous abandon and glorious fulfillment she had experienced with her son's gargantuan cock in her mouth and in her cunt. She wished Victor would leave for his office so that she and her darling Bobby could talk, maybe even fuck again. After all, seventeen years without sex hadn't been satisfied by one night's carnal lechery. And Bobby looked so beautiful in his soft leather outfit. She hoped this time he would keep it on so that she could feel the rough-smooth silky-hard texture of the heavenly white leather.
"W-what's in the news, Dad?" asked Robert bravely.
Without even bothering to look at his son, Victor replied with heavy sarcasm:
"Oh, the usual Arson, Murder, Rape. Why don't you have your Mother read it to you after I leave?"
"I can read for myself!" blurted Robert, flaring angrily at his Father's rebuff.
Victor was so startled by the answer that he actually lowered the newspaper and looked at his only child. He took in the bizarre leather costume and his son's flushed handsome face.
"Well, well, well...it can read!" he said sardonically.
"And I can write, too!" retorted his son, sarcastically.
"Don't you be impudent with me, young man," warned his Father, putting down the newspaper and glaring balefully at his son.
"Please don't quarrel," begged Myrtle.
"There's not going to be any quarrel," assured Victor to his wife. "In this house, what I say goes, and make absolutely no mistake about that!"
"B-but I. . ." stammered Robert, his ego deflated completely by his Father's domination.
"You be quiet!" commanded his Father dictatorially. "I will not have you live in my house, eat my food, and take my money for those bizarre clothes and have you talk back to me! Is that completely and thoroughly understood?"
"Y-yes, Father!" meekly replied Robert.
Victor rose from the table and threw his napkin violently down on the table, angry at everything and everybody in the world. "I'm going to the office and have some peace and quiet!"
"Are you coming home for dinner?" asked Myrtle.
"Home? You call this lousy house a home? No, I'm not coming come for dinner. I might not even come home all night!" replied Victor as he stormed out of the room in a violent rage.
Myrtle turned to her son, and with tears in her eyes, said:
"I'm sorry, Bobby darling! Your Father and I haven't been getting on so well recently!"
"Oh, you don't have to explain about you and Dad to me, Mom. I know more than you think!" said Robert, caressing the soft shoulder of his mother with a gentle tenderness.
Myrtle's eyes glazed with desire at the touch of her son's hand on her flesh and she quivered with aroused passion. All thoughts of her husband fled her mind as she whispered passionately to her son.
"Let's go to your room, Bobby darling!" she begged. "I've just got to have your big prick in my cunt again. I can't wait another moment."
Her arms embraced him, and the leather jacket felt exotically sensuous against her lightly clad body.
"Oh, Mommy, Mommy!" moaned Robert, feeling his penis responding to the pressure of her warm breasts through his leather jacket. His knees shook with excitement as he could feel his mother's heated pussy push itself against his leather pants.
They were startled by the sudden reappearance of Victor, who stood in the kitchen doorway and sneered at the fond and loving embrace of his son and wife.
"No wonder he's growing up to be a Momma's Boy. Is this the way you usually bid him goodbye on his way to school?"
Both Myrtle and Robert flushed and looked guiltily at the floor, not knowing what to say.
Victor added sarcastically, "If you keep overprotecting and overindulging our son, I'm positive he'll grow up to be some sort of queer homosexual!"
"I will not!" heatedly replied Robert, which was a brave remark for him to make.
"He'll be nothing of the sort!" said Myrtle at the same time.
Victor shrugged his shoulders as he looked Robert up and down. "He sure as hell isn't going to be the man I am!"
Robert darted his father a quick look, and almost smiled at the memory of last night's Lynn episode. She certainly could tell his father how much of a man he was! But, he wisely kept quiet. His role of new-found manhood had still not given him the courage to argue with his dominating father.
Instead, he suppressed a sob of rage and rushed past his father, tossing back the remark that he'd be late for school if he didn't hurry and leave.
"I was going to take him with me tonight," sighed his father as his son passed him. "But, on second thought, I think he'd be scared to death of being with me!"
Myrtle understood the implication Victor intended and tears of rage and frustrated desire welled in her eyes.
"You carnal beast!" she snapped at her husband. "You weren't thinking of taking your own son to visit one of your cheap whores, were you?"
"Cheap?" laughed Victor sardonically, thinking of the hundred dollar bill he'd given Lynn last night. "It'd cost me a lot of money to get any girl into bed with that leather-garbed Momma's Boy!"
Myrtle bridled with indignation. "Oh, you think so, do you? Well, I bet he's more of a man than you ever were!" Her eyes blazed with ill concealed fury. "I'll bet his cock would make two of yours!"
Victor's reaction to his wife's vulgar language was genuine.
"Myrtle! Watch your choice of words. After all, you're supposed to be a lady!"
Myrtle sniffed haughtily, "What would you know about ladies? You haven't been seeing ladies, I'm sure!"
"Oh, God damn it all to hell, Myrtle. Can't we ever talk without having all sorts of recriminations?''
"You started it!" she accused.
"I did like hell!" he said angrily. "You started it all by fucking that young man so many years ago!"
"I think I'll start fucking young men again!" she threatened, drawing her robe around her voluptuous body to show that she still had the breasts and figure to attract youth.
"I'll break your neck if you do!" threatened Victor.
"How'll you ever find out if I fuck anybody?" she countered. "You're never home during the day, and most evenings. Why, I could have an orgy every day in the living room and you'd never know!"
"Oh, cut out the threats, Myrtle. You wouldn't know an orgy if it came up to you and shoved a prick up your ass-hole!"
"Victor Rand!" shouted Myrtle, "who's being vulgar now?"
"I mean it! You've grown cold and frigid throughout all these years without any cock to comfort you. Hell, I'll bet even your pussy is rusty!"
He laughed sadistically at the cold fury in her face, and for the second time, he left the kitchen, slamming the door behind him with a loud bang.
"My cunt is not rusty," whispered Myrtle, sliding her hands down and feeling the hot moistness which had gathered there due to her son's embrace. She sat down on the chair, and started to softly weep. She felt sorry for herself, and she began to enjoy her emotion of self-pity.
Then, her mood abruptly changed as she thought of Bobby. She wiped her tears hastily and crossed to the kitchen window. Drawing aside the curtain, she looked out at the garage, and saw her husband backing his Cadillac out. Her eyes squinted into the semi-darkness, hoping to see Bobby's motorcycle still on its stand, but it was gone. Obviously, he had left for school.
She sighed deeply, and turned away, hoping that her son would come home early and comfort her raging pussy.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Instead of going to school, Robert raced his cycle to Lynn's house, fully expecting to find her still in bed.
Instinctively, and with cautious stealth, he parked his cycle in the rear of Lynn's house and then went to her back door.
He knocked gently, and the door opened almost instantly. But instead of greeting the blonde, voluptuous Lynn, he was met by the icy stare of a giant of a man.
The giant must have been at least seven feet tall, broad-shouldered and slim-hipped. There was a cruel, menacing air about him, even though he looked to be only about twenty five or twenty six years old. He was wearing an old sweater and slacks, with bedroom slippers.
"Well, what you do want?" the giant demanded, a decidedly antagonistic expression on his face.
Robert looked up at the giant with fear. He had no idea who the man was, but he acted as though he belonged there. Maybe it was Lynn's husband! He stood frozen, unable to speak, his face reflecting his fright.
"Well, are you delivering something?" asked the giant with irritation.
"Who is it, Harry?" came Lynn's voice from the deep recess of the house.
Harry turned his head slightly, "Some kid all dressed up in simply gorgeous white leather. He looks like some Cowboy Hero!" laughed the giant.
A squeal of delight came from the house, followed by the sound of bare feet running towards the back door.
Robert looked past the giant and saw the voluptuous Lynn running towards them. Her robe was open all the way down in the front, exposing her large, enticing breasts.
"Oohhh, it's Lover-Boy, my little masochist. My, don't you look beautiful in that white leather outfit!"
She turned to Harry and giggled, "Oh, Harry, you'll just love Robert. He's got a big surprise under that leather! Wow, does he have a BIG BIG cock! It's this long!" She spread her arms apart as far as she could reach, and Robert stole a peek at her luscious figure as more flesh was revealed by her gesture.
He could see the voluptuous titties he had sucked on last night, and the sweet blonde hair which crowned her hot pink slit was fully exposed for his enjoyment.
Harry laughed raucously, "You got to be kidding, Lynn. Nobody's got a cock that long! Particularly someone who dresses in leather!"
"Wait," cried Lynn in sheer delight, "you'll see!"
She held out her hand, "Come on in, Robert. Come and show my Harry your big prick!"
Robert blushed a deep crimson, and shook his head.
"Come in, Boy!" shouted Lynn, pretending anger, but secretly pleased and excited about the upcoming excursion into Robert's lovely white leather outfit. "Don't just stand there when I give you a direct order!"
"Yes, Ma'am!" said Robert, reacting to the dominating tone of her voice. He quickly entered the house, and Lynn grabbed his arm and led him towards her bedroom.
"C'mon, Harry!" she squealed with joy as she led Robert away.
"He'd better have even a fifth of the size prick you claim, or you'll never hear the last of it from me!" threatened the giant Harry as he followed the pair into Lynn's bedroom.
"Speaking of a fifth, Harry, why don't you break open a bottle and we'll all have a little snort!" suggested Lynn. "You do drink, don't you, Boy?" she asked Robert.
Robert looked with surprise at his wrist watch and said, "But it's only a quarter to nine in the morning!"
Lynn giggled, "Well, let's toast a drink to a quarter to nine! Harry, fix our Cowboy Hero a slug of hard liquor!"
"Okay, Lynn. You want I should also get him a horse to go with that outfit?" asked Harry caustically, gesturing at the fringed leather costume.
Lynn laughed heartily as Robert blushed furiously.
"No, but you might get a horsewhip! Boy here digs whips!" informed Lynn.
"Oh, no, please!" begged Robert, his skin crawling with a combination of fear and desire.
Harry's eyes took on a different hue of excitement, and his face became devilishly sadistic and gleeful. It was obvious that he also dug whips, and enjoyed using them. He crossed hastily to the closet and wheeled out a small portable bar, complete with bottles of liquor, glasses and ice bucket.
Hanging from hooks on the closet door, Robert saw an assortment of whips. They were various colors, lengths, thicknesses, but all of them looked as if they were able to inflict a great deal of punishment or joy whichever way you looked at the torture instruments.
Lynn, her robe still open down the front, clapped her hands joyfully, making her large, milk-white breasts with their coral-tipped nipples jiggle enticingly.
"Oh, goody! Boy, just look at all those lovely leather whips!" she exclaimed sadistically, looking at Robert to see his reaction; she knew that his bottom would still bear the marks from last night's whipping with his own belt, and any one of the whips used on him now could further aggravate and tingle his buttocks.
Robert's eyes were beginning to brim with unshed tears and his lips quivered with childish fright, much to the sadistic satisfaction of the young giant Harry. He almost spilled some of the liquor as he poured three drinks, and it was obvious that he anticipated extreme pleasure at the sight of the cringing Robert.
"Why don't we give the kid a break, Lynn?" he said as he handed her a drink, and another to Robert.
"Harry! Are you going nuts? I know how much you love whipping young boys, and now you want to give the biggest pricked Boy I've ever seen a break? You're losing your marbles!"
Harry roared with sardonic glee, "I'm going to let him choose his own whip! That's what I call giving him a break!"
He swallowed his straight shot of liquor down in a single gulp, then wiped his lips with the back of his hand.
Lynn sighed with relief, and put her hand dramatically over one luscious breast and said, "You almost gave me heart failure! You scared me so much I thought my heart would stop beating!" She gulped down her drink and then turned to Robert and informed him imperiously, "You'd better consider yourself lucky, Boy. Harry doesn't usually let his victims choose their own whip. He always selects the one he wants!...Drink your whiskey!"
Robert's hand was shaking as he brought the glass to his lips. He tried hard not to smell the whiskey as he gulped it down, trying to act as though taking a shot of liquor at nine in the morning was something he did every day of the week. The fiery, raw whiskey burned his throat and he almost gagged on it as it seared his tender mouth.
Harry and Lynn laughed at the ludicrous sight of the young 'Cowboy Hero' in his white leather outfit, almost choking on the whiskey.
"His throat must be awfully sensitive if he gags on a good drink!" said Harry.
"He didn't gag on my titty last night, Harry!" said Lynn, crossing to Robert and offering him one of her luscious breasts. "Want a chaser, Boy? Take a drink from my titty, and you'll get that nasty liquor taste out of your mouth!"
Robert looked fearfully at Harry to see what his reaction would be to Lynn offering herself to him.
"Go ahead, Boy, do like the lady says. Take a titty chaser for now and later, maybe I'll give you a pussy chaser or maybe even a big prick" chaser!"
Lynn giggled as she stuffed her big, luscious breast into Robert's open mouth. She held the back of his head and pressed down on it hard as she felt his tongue on her nipple.
For a moment, Robert was too bewildered and timid by the presence of Harry to do anything except follow Lynn's orders. Then, as her exotic hot body odor wafted fragrantly up his nostrils, he moved his tongue greedily over the elongated nipple.
"Oooohhhh, Harry," squealed Lynn, looked at the top of Robert's dark head, his mouth feasting avidly at her breast. "You'll just love his tongue. It's rough, yet slippery and hot. It'll give you a lot of licking!"
Robert was too busy to hear the words distinctly; all he heard was Lynn's thrilling voice squealing joyously. He imagined that his sucking on her titty was giving her a lot of joy, and he became bolder and put his fingers between her legs and started to caress the smooth, satiny inner thighs. He could feel the girl's flesh tremble as his eager fingers came closer and closer to her hot cunt.
"Oh, Harry, he's trying to find my cunt and play with it!" cried Lynn, her voice quavering with emotion.
"Let him have a little feel, honey," condescendingly replied Harry. "After all, we've got to have some legitimate reason for punishing him, don't we?" He laughed with an almost maniacal glee.
"Okay, Harry. Just remember you said to give him a feel!" said Lynn as she spread her legs wide in an invitation to Robert's probing fingers. "Feel my hot cunt, Boy!" she ordered.
Robert moaned as his mouth gloried in the taste of the luscious breast, and his fingers awkwardly plunged into Lynn's pouting cunt-lips. She cried out in a delighted shriek as his long fingers twisted and turned and pushed in and out of her wet pussy.
Robert found her clitoris and pressed his thumb against it, manipulating the round membrane deftly, much to the loud delight of the wanton blonde.
"Oh, Harry, Harry, the Boy is getting my cunt all hot. He's finger-fucking my clitoris and pussy beautifully! Oh, it's so thrilling and exciting!"
"It is, is it?" retorted Harry. "Well, let's find out how thrilling a good whipping will be!"
"Oh, Harry, not right away! His fingers feel so good in my burning pussy!" protested Lynn.
Harry hesitated for a moment, the selection of the proper whip on his mind rather than
Lynn's protest. He examined the array of various leather whips hanging on the closet door, and finally selected a long, black whip. He flexed it to test its tensile strength, and then quickly gulped down another drink. He turned his eyes to the pair in the middle of the room. The boy was all huddled over Lynn's titty, sliding his tongue all around the erect nipple and the smooth-rough aureole, much to Lynn's squealing delight. The boy's fingers were gleaming with wetness as they slid in and out of the moist pussy, and his bottom was tantalizingly round and firm as it stretched the leather.
With his other hand, Robert was massaging Lynn's buttocks, pinching and squeezing them hard, leaving his fingerprints all over her bottom.
Harry's face distorted with rage. He was building himself up to a real torture-flagellation of the Boy by pretending to himself that he resented the boy's mouth on his girl's titty, slobbering his wet tongue all over the satiny smooth white flesh. And his anger at the gleaming wet fingers sliding in and out of his girl's cunt was almost real. The topper was the boy's other hand pinching and tweaking his girl's bare bottom, leaving tiny red depressions on the alabaster skin. That's what drove him off the deep end. Bottoms were his bag, and the boy's bottom was his real target! He whirled the long, cruel whip around his head and the whistling, eerie sound was music to his sadistic ears. He aimed at the plump, white leather-stretched ass of the boy and the whip lashed through the air and slashed across both cheeks in a vicious and satisfying blow.
He grinned sadistically as the leather whip smacked across the leather bottom of the boy. Robert's mouth dropped the tasty titty he'd been feasting on and his scream of pain was sheer delight to Harry, who rubbed the front of his trousers as his own cock started to grow.
Harry's sadistic joy was building as he aimed a second lash across the boy's arm, curling the cruel leather around it. He yanked the whip, pulling Robert's fingers out of Lynn's wet cunt with a suctioning sound which was loud and clear.
Robert's fingers made a quick trip to his own bottom, rubbing his white leather pants gingerly, his face filled with surprise at the lashings he had received from Harry. His gargantuan prick had bulged hard against his pants at the double blows, and Lynn pointed to the immense outline in sheer ecstasy.
"See, Harry? See how big his prick is with just two lashes?"
Harry's eyes almost bulged out of his head.
"My god, he must be TREMENDOUS!"
"I told you so!" assured Lynn emphatically. "Let's get some of that delightful white leather off his body and punish him some more. Don't worry, he loves it. He didn't know it last night, but he's a masochist, and a leather fetishist!"
"What else is he, honey?" asked Harry, rubbing his growing cock; looking at the cringing Robert with evil lust.
"I haven't found out yet, darling!" replied Lynn breathlessly. "Why don't we discover all of his delightful perversities together, you and I at the same time. He must be filled with all sorts of wild, erotic, lecherous, perverse ideas. Maybe we can learn a few things from him which we didn't know about!"
"Oh, please let me go!" begged Robert, falling to his knees in abject supplication.
Harry laughed sadistically, and waved the whip. "You're going to get a taste of the lash from me first, Boy, and then we'll do other things."
Lynn quivered as Robert looked at her beseechingly.
"What kind of tricks do you know, boy?" added Harry.
"N-none!" replied Robert as he looked from the half-naked blonde Lynn to the sadistic Harry, who was rubbing the front of his bulging trousers with one hand and flicking the whip with the other.
Robert panicked. With a quick movement, he leaped to his feet and raced to the door and had his hand on the knob to escape.
With an expert flick of his whip, Harry imprisoned the hand on the knob and jerked, spinning Robert back across the room and onto the unmade bed.
He tried to get up, but Lynn sat on him, pinioning his arms down and making him helpless. Her big tits were hanging down and all he had to do to kiss them was to lift his head an inch from the pillow, but he was suddenly afraid of what the lecherous and degenerate pair would do to him. He struggled harder, trying to fight off the weight of Lynn's voluptuous body from his own.
"Get something and tie him up, Harry! It looks like our Cowboy Hero doesn't want a nice, erotic punishing spanking which he certainly has coming to him!"
"Don't you let him get away, Lynn! I've just got to take one look at what you call a gargantuan cock! And it'd better be as big as the one I've got!"
"Oohhh, it's much bigger, Harry!" cried Lynn.
"Let me up!" cried Robert.
"Stuff that titty of yours into his mouth again, baby," suggested Harry as he took some ropes from the closet door and proceeded to tie Robert's ankles together.
Lynn followed Harry's advice, and merely lowered her upper body so that her luscious breasts were squashed against Robert's face. He found it difficult to breathe, and he squirmed. But the more he squirmed, the more of Lynn's soft breasts slid sensuously across his mouth and nose.
"That feels good, Cowboy Hero, do it some more," said Lynn, as she wriggled her torso enticingly against the boy's face. She had straddled him and her bare pussy was up against the soft leather of his pants, and that felt good to her, too. "Gosh, Harry, this is the softest, most slinky leather. It makes my bare cunt get all hot and it's pouting out a yard!"
Harry laughed lecherously, "Honey, you ain't got a yard of pussy! Oh, I agree with you that sometimes it feels like a yard when I've got it between my lips and I pull on it, but a yard you ain't got! Maybe two feet, yes!"
They laughed uproariously at his little levity, and he made sure that Robert's ankles were bound tightly so that the rope wouldn't loosen and free him. Then, he directed his attention to the wrists. Robert was wildly waving his arms against Lynn's bare flesh, trying to keep himself from being smothered by her large titties. Harry grabbed them in a vise-like grip and bound them with a length of rope as expertly as a real cowboy tying up a calf in a rodeo contest.
Finally, Robert was tied securely to his satisfaction and he stood up to his full seven feet and surveyed Lynn sitting on Robert's white leather clad body.
"Okay, honey, you can get up now. He's all trussed up like a side of beef, and we can do anything we like with him!"
"Aw, I don't want to get up right away, Harry. This gorgeous white leather is giving my pussy a real going over. Look, you can see how big his cock is getting right through the pants, what with me rubbing my hot cunt over it!" She lifted her bare ass up a little to let Harry have a chance to peek underneath her spread legs, and he whistled with amazement at the sight.
The struggles and the threats had made Robert's cock grow so huge and immense that it threatened to burst right out of his leather pants into Harry's face as he bent low to examine it. "Wow! Lynn, you might have been right about the size of this boy's cock! Even now, it looks like some sort of monstrous snake under his pants, wriggling and thrashing around, maybe trying to find another snake to make love to, huh?"
"You let me have him first, you hear?" snapped Lynn, lowering her hot pussy down on the bulging cock under the white leather. She slid her cunt all over his cock, and Robert groaned at the delicious and delightful sensation. His wrists and ankles tied tightly, he couldn't do more than merely roll with her wrigglings. This gave the soft leather a lot of friction against Lynn's pussy, and she began to buck wildly, almost as though she were riding a pony.
"Oh, this feels heavenly!" she squealed, her hands digging into his arms, and her bare breasts pressing against his face, almost cutting off his oxygen supply.
"You're getting his nice leather pants all wet with your cunt juice, Lynn. Get up and let me have a look at his cock before you saturate him with your wet cunt!"
"Oh, Harry, Harry," cried Lynn, squirming her hot cunt against the bulging cock outline, "I can't stop. It's too exotic. I'm going to have an orgasm soon!"
"Get off him!" yelled Harry, taking Lynn by the armpits and literally hoisting her off Robert's trussed up body.
"Oooohhh, why did you do that? I was just about to have the most wonderful come against that beautiful soft leather covered cock of his, and you spoiled it!"
"Later, honey, later! You can do it after I find out whether or not his cock is big enough for me to have any fun with!"
"Well, you leave some of it for me!" she pouted.
"I will, honey, I will!" assured Harry as he leaned over Robert and stared directly into the frightened boy's eyes. "Now, Cowboy Hero, let's find out if you've got a big cock!"
Robert felt a strange wave of excitement shiver through his nervous system as the huge giant leaned over him, and unzipped his fly. Then, he felt the man's hand reach into his open fly and grope around for his rigid penis. Then his warm hand felt it, and he heard Harry exclaim:
"My God, what a monster! It's gargantuan, just like you said! It's huge!"
"See? See what I told you? It even stretches my cunt so much that he almost hurt me last night!"
"Well, he's not going to hurt me!" said Harry as he exposed Robert's immense prick to his view. "Wowweeee! What a beauty! I don't know whether to whip him first or to suck him off!"
"Oh, let me suck him off while you whip him! I want to be the first!" cried Lynn greedily.
Robert felt strangely exhilarated. Here were two people fighting over who would get to him first. It didn't matter to him that one of them was a male. After all, he had sucked himself off last night, and what difference would it make if another man sucked his cock. It was just the same as a woman sucking him off. That was the way he was reasoning his jumbled and confused mind. He wondered what it would be like if Lynn sucked him off while Harry beat him with the whip. He hoped that it wouldn't be on his bare bottom. It would be so much nicer and more exotic if he was whipped right through his soft leather pants. That would really be something. Just thinking about it, he cried out that he wanted Lynn to put his cock into her lovely mouth first.
"See, Harry, he wants me to suck him off first!" boasted Lynn.
"That's because he hasn't had a blow job by me yet!" scoffed Harry with disdain.
"Oh, please, Lynn take my cock into your sweet mouth first! I don't want him to touch me!" pleaded Robert. From somewhere deep in his perverse instincts, he knew that this remark would enrage Harry to the point of action, and he was right.
"She might have your prick in her mouth, Boy, but you're going to be lashed by my whip until you're a bloody mess!" roared Harry, picking up the whip furiously.
Lynn screamed and leaped on the bed. "Now, mind you don't whip me, Harry, I've got a date tonight with a guy that-likes his girls smooth-skinned and free from any marks."
"Okay, honey, I'll be careful of your lily-white body. But that leather covered body under you is going to taste leather from my whip and then we'll find out just exactly how long he'll last!"
With a savage cry, Lynn lowered her breasts on Robert's tied legs and took his naked prick in both her hands and caressed it, holding the smooth skin next to her face and rubbing her cheek against it. "Oh, he's so smooth and big and thick!" she moaned. "He's such a huge monster, but such a gorgeous thing! I've got to feel it stretching my mouth again. I've got such a wild and wanton throbbing in my hot cunt when it rubs up against your leather boots! They feel so soft and lascivious, just like someone's tongue being licked against my pussy!"
"Shutup!" cried Harry, flicking the whip menacingly. "You're making me horny as hell with that lewd and obscene talk! Why don't you just lick his cock and stuff it in your mouth and be quiet! Look at how big my own cock has grown just by watching the pair of you in that lecherous position!" He pointed to his own bulging prick which was threatening to burst from his pants.
Lynn paid no attention to his remark; rather, she rolled her body sideways and pulled Robert with her, giving Harry a target to whip, and still not hit her. She put the gargantuan cock to her lips. Robert quivered with rapture. She put it in her mouth, and held it there, sucking on it slowly and tenderly, feeling the throbbing under her tongue a thing of wild beauty. The tied hands of Robert tried to reach some part of her to hold, to feel, to squeeze, and he was able to manage to grab one of her luscious breasts and hold it in both tied hands. He pinched the nipple, and Lynn moaned ecstatically, his gargantuan cock preventing her from saying any words of bliss.
Harry unzipped his fly, and then he looked down at his own swollen prick and the size of it was big, but not nearly as big as Robert's. He fingered his cock lovingly with one hand, and the handle of the whip viciously with the other hand. He aimed at the back of Robert's white leather clad body, beyond which he could see Lynn's blonde head bobbing up and down on Robert's huge cock. The whip expertly hit the entire backside of Robert's body, cutting both the jacket and pants with the lash. Robert screamed and his hips pushed forward with the stinging pain-agony of the lash.
The gesture shoved his cock into Lynn's mouth so deeply that she could feel it sliding down her narrow throat, stretching the muscles so much that she almost gagged. But she hung onto his prick with her hand, and kept her tongue sliding along his thick shaft, rapturously tasting his delicious pre-come sliding into her mouth. Her own pussy was rubbing up against Robert's leather boot, and she wrapped her legs around one of his legs, and slithered her moist cunt up and down as her mouth worked frantically to lick and suck his gargantuan cock.
Harry manipulated the whip expertly, lashing it against Robert's leather backside, shredding the gorgeous white leather with each stroke of the vicious whip until he could see the bare flesh underneath. His unsheathed cock throbbed at the sight of Robert's naked back, covered with narrow red welts which had penetrated through the leather onto his light sensitive flesh. While Harry had ripped the leather jacket and pants away from Robert's body, he made sure that he wouldn't damage Lynn in the process. He even made sure that Robert was only punished severely, but not savagely. After all, he still had to have some more fun with the Boy, and if he whipped him into too painful a state, there wouldn't be too much reaction from him sexually.
He lashed away with the whip, each blow bringing a scream of pain-agony from Robert's lips. But the screams were recognized by the sadistic Harry and the cocksucking Lynn as screams of joyful masochism.
Lynn was in a much better position to be able to recognize this fact. After all, Robert's huge cock was deep in her mouth, and she could feel the wild thrashing, the throbbing, the strain of almost coming in her mouth! Wildly, she rubbed up against his leather boot, her pussy wetly slipping up and down the soft leather with a delightful friction which gave her an absolutely magnificent erotic emotion.
Harry's whip had done its job. It had torn away the lovely leather from the boy's body, and Harry dropped the whip and laid down on the bed with his prick between Robert's buttocks.
"W-w-what are you going to do?" whimpered Robert, the tears of sweet pain filling his eyes.
"I'm going to bugger you, boy!" said Harry sadistically.
"Ohhhhh, no, please!" begged Robert, "I hurt too much!"
"You're going to hurt a lot more if you don't take my big hard cock up your ass-hole, boy!" threatened Harry, rubbing his prick against Robert's anus.
Robert shivered with exotic delight. He had two beautiful, wonderful sensations . . the sweet, greedy, wet, hot mouth of Lynn was sucking his big throbbing cock, and Harry was shoving his hard cock against his rectum. He wondered what it was going to feel like being fucked by a man in the ass-hole while a girl was licking his dick?
He soon found out. Harry had taken his fingers expertly, and parted Robert's buttocks, wet his prick with his own saliva, and then found the anus and without any preliminaries, plunged it into Robert's ass-hole the entire length; ripping and tearing the tender tissues of the rectum as it impaled the boy.
"Ooowwww! My god, that hurts me so much! Now I know how a girl feels when she is raped! Oh, that hurts. Oh, that is killing me!" cried Robert, wriggling wildly.
"Fuck him, Harry!" cried Lynn, removing her mouth from Robert's throbbing cock long enough to shout the encouragement. Then, she resumed her sucking the huge prick as Harry heaved and thrust his own prick in Robert's rectum. Lynn reached over and felt through the shredded leather and found Harry's balls and started to squeeze them as they banged against Robert's buttocks. Her mouth sucked on the big prick in her mouth, and she slid her bare arm along on Robert's balls and her hands tingled the hairy balls of Harry as his prick slid in and out of the boy's ass. Her pussy rubbed up and down the soft leather boot and soon all three were moaning and yelling and shrieking that they were on the verge of coming.
"I'm going to come!" said Harry. "This boy's ass-hole is so tight and sweet that it excites me almost as much as your cunt!"
"Mmmmmmm!" replied Lynn, her mouth filled with cock, and her pussy rubbing against the soft leather.
"Oooooohhhhh!" moaned Robert, a prick in his ass and a mouth on his spurting cock.
The three came together in a volcanic fusing of sperm, and the bed moved with the violence of their fiery spurts.
CHAPTER EIGHT
For a long time after the lecherous sodomy and cocksucking, the trio lay on the bed, quieting their savage emotions.
Robert's entire backside, including his. rectum, was painful, but there was a quality of sweet agony to the pain which was thrilling to him. He loved the feeling of being sucked and fucked at the same time, and never once did it occur to him that he had been fucked by a man. To him, it was a delightful experience, and the pain he had undergone by being lashed was such a wondrous feeling that he could still feel the whip lashes tingling against his body, thrilling him beyond measure.
Lynn had swallowed the boy's sperm, again relishing the flavor and the gargantuan amount, and her own pussy had saturated the boy's leather boot with an almost equally generous amount of sperm. She loved the erotic position and feeling of sucking one cock, and feeling the balls of two men. At times, she could almost feel Harry's cock in her mouth as it was being shoved deep into Robert's anus, seeming to go through the boy's lower body and push inside the boy's prick, thus giving her a feeling of sucking two pricks at the same time. She sighed with utter contentment.
Harry also had a satisfied expression on his face. He looked down at his cock, limp and discolored by having been impaled in the boy's rectum and he stroked it softly, tenderly, contentedly.
"You know, Lynn, this boy's got a tight, small ass-hole, and he gave me a great deal of satisfaction! Maybe the next time he comes here, we won't have to tie him up!"
Robert turned fearfully. "O-oh, please, don't!"
Lynn snapped at him, "Don't what?"
"Don't stop tying me up!" replied Robert, amazed to find himself saying the words.
Both Harry and Lynn stared with surprise at the boy.
"You mean you want us to tie you up again, Boy?" demanded Harry.
"Y-yes," stammered Robert.
"You like it?" asked Lynn.
"I love it," replied Robert. "I loved being fucked in the ass-hole by you, Harry...and with my hands tied, I had the strangest feeling of pain at not being able to feel your cock and at the same time, feel Lynn's titties. It gave me a frustrating emotion which made me come with a great happiness! I just loved being tied up and not be able to resist whatever you want to do with me!"
"Well, well, well!" chuckled Harry. "We've got a real masochist on our hands, baby."
"Didn't I tell you, honey?" replied Lynn. "Oh, he's going to be a real joy to us. I just loved rubbing my cunt against his leather boots. Maybe I'm getting to be a leather fetishist, too, just like the boy is!"
"There's nothing wrong with that, honey," said Harry. "I love the feel of leather, too. But my love for it is at the other end of a beautiful, cruel, hurtful whip!"
"I know, honey!" cooed Lynn, leaning over Robert's still-tied body and patting Harry on the shoulder with affection. "And we'll see to it that you get as much fun as you deserve!"
"What about the boy now?" asked Harry, pointing to the shredded leather costume. "He can't walk the streets with that Cowboy Hero outfit all ripped to shreds!"
"He could wear your clothes, couldn't he?" suggested Lynn.
"Hell, no, honey," replied Harry, looking at the difference in size between his seven feet and the boy's not-quite six feet. "He'd look silly wearing anything of mine!"
"Well, how's he going to leave here then?" asked Lynn.
"I don't know," replied Harry.
"I I have an idea," timidly suggested Robert.
"What's that?" asked Lynn.
"You could loan me one of your dresses. I could wear that home." said Robert.
Lynn and Harry looked at each other with amazement, then with joy as they realized what the boy had said.
"Hey, you're quite something!" said Harry, admiringly.
"He's got all the signs of becoming an anything goes kind of character, hasn't he?" agreed Lynn.
"He sure has. Have you made up your mind yet, Boy?" demanded Harry.
"To what?" asked Robert.
"Whether you like boys or girls!" laughed Harry.
"Oh!" replied Robert thoughtfully. "Well, I don't know how to answer that. Maybe I like them both. Is that bad?"
Harry roared with appreciation. "Bad? Hell, no! that's the way I am, and I find every experience absolutely erotic and delightfully wanton. That's why Lynn and I get along so well. She digs women just as much as I do boys."
"Yeah, I know," replied Robert. "She told me last night."
"Maybe the next time you're in the mood for a whipping and a fucking and sucking, you'll bring a girl for Lynn," suggested Harry.
"But I don't know any girls except Lynn," protested Robert.
"You mean she's the only girl you've ever fucked?" asked the surprised Harry.
"Yes," said Robert, then blushed furiously.
"He's lying, Harry!" accused Lynn.
"I know he is!" retorted Harry. "Now, boy, tell us the truth. You've fucked other girls, haven't you? After all, you're still going to school, and I hear those girls are very generous with their cunts and mouths!"
"Oh, none of the girls at school will have anything to do with me," sighed Robert sadly. "They think my leather outfits are kinda queer and I can't even get a date with any of them!"
"Then who've you fucked?" demanded Lynn. "There's got to be someone else. You blushed when you said you didn't have any other girl, and that was a dead giveaway!"
Robert tried to move, and the bonds which still tied his wrists and ankles together prevented him from moving too much.
"Please untie me," he begged.
Lynn's hands flew to the ropes at the boy's ankles, and Harry untied the ropes at his wrists.
"We forgot all about your being tied up, Boy!" soothed Lynn.
"Yeah, Boy, we don't torture afterwards. We don't think that's enough sadistic fun. We only like torment and torture to get us all excited and after we have an orgasm, we really appreciate our victim's pain. Do you hurt much, Boy?"
Robert rubbed his wrists to regain the circulation, and he smiled at Harry. "Yeah, I hurt some. My bottom and back are still tingling with the whip lashes, but you were right ... I just loved being whipped! I loved being tied up, and it gave me such an ecstatic and erotic feeling of sensuousness!"
"You're all right, Boy!" complimented Lynn. "Isn't he a darling, Harry?"
Harry looked at the handsome Robert in his shredded leather outfit with glazed eyes. "Yes, he sure is a darling! But we've got to find out who else he's put that magnificent prick into. Or maybe he's had somebody's prick up his ass before. Have you, Boy?"
Robert turned to Harry with wide eyes. "Oh, no, no, Harry. You are the first man who's ever fucked me anywhere. I've never done anything this exciting before!"
"Well, it won't be the last time!" said Harry, patting Robert on the bottom fondly.
"You can bet on that!" agreed Lynn. Then, she resumed her questioning. "But there has been someone else, hasn't there? And it must have happened last night after you left me!"
Robert blushed again, and hung his head.
"Come on, boy, tell us who it was that you were with after me! I thought I took good care of your cock last night!" said Lynn.
"Oh, you did, Lynn! You did! But I got to thinking about you after I reached home, and when my ..." he suddenly stopped, aware that he was going to implicate his own mother.
"You fucked somebody at home?" shrieked Lynn. "Then it had to be your mother!"
"Of course!" agreed Harry. "How about that? We've not only found a masochist, but we've got ourselves an incestuous lad who digs the leather bit and-likes sodomy. What a find!"
"We've got to stuff and mount him!" enthusiastically agreed the voluptuous Lynn, clapping her hands and making her huge breasts jiggle enticingly.
"Yeah," agreed Harry, "but not on the wall, baby! Not on the wall! He can stuff your mouth with his cock while I mount his ass-hole!"
They roared with laughter at the sally. Even Robert smiled timidly and understood what they meant.
"But right now, what are we going to do about getting him home?" asked Harry, seriously. "I've got to leave pretty soon, so it's going to be up to you to see that he's presentable enough to go out of the house. We don't want any of the neighbors to see him leave like some sort of wreck, do we?"
"That's right. We can't afford to have any talk from the neighbors about us. They suspect too much as it is. How about putting on one of my dresses, like he suggested?"
"That's okay by me," said Harry. "As a matter of fact, he might look perfectly beautiful in one of your dresses. Put a lot of makeup on him and give him some falsies."
"Now where am I going to get any falsies?" giggled Lynn, lifting one of her large breasts up for inspection. "You certainly don't think with these titties that I've got to have falsies in the house?"
"Of course not!" said Harry. "But just take one of your bras and stuff cotton in them. Then, he'll look like a sweet young girl, won't you, Boy?"
"I guess I will," enthused Robert. "That might be a lot of fun to try!"
Harry and Lynn looked at Robert with admiration.
"You learn fast, Bobby," said Lynn. "You'll try anything for kicks just like me and Harry, won't you?"
"I guess so, Lynn," said Robert, smiling with pride in his ability to please both Lynn and Harry. "And you called me 'Bobby', didn't you?
That's what my mother calls me!"
"I'd like to meet your mother, Bobby!" suggested Lynn. "What kind of relationship do you have with her. What did you and she do last night after you left me?"
"Oh, I couldn't tell you that, Lynn!" protested Robert shyly. "If you ever meet her, and she found out that I told you about my fucking her and her sucking my cock, she'd never forgive me!" Then he realized that he had inadvertently told both Harry and Lynn what he and his mother had done sexually, and he sighed deeply with regret.
Lynn patted his shoulder. "Don't worry, Bobby. Your mother will never find out from us about the two of you. After all, I've fucked your father, and she hasn't found out. And that's been going on ever since I was fifteen years old!"
"You mean you and Dad have been lovers since you were only fifteen years old?" asked Robert, amazed.
"Yeah, he was one of the first. As a matter of fact, the only reason he's still around is the money he gives me every time he comes here. He's a lousy lay, and your mother is well off not having anything to do with him."
Robert looked up at her proudly, "I'm better and bigger than my father, aren't I? I can fuck and suck better than he can!"
"You bet your sweet life you can, Bobby!" cried Lynn enthusiastically. "Now, how about us getting up and dressing you like a girl so that you can get home?"
"I'm all for that!" cried Robert, starting to get up from the rumpled bed.
Lynn threw on her robe and Harry stuffed his limp prick back into his pants.
"I'll leave the two of you now," said Harry, blowing the pair a kiss.
"So long, Harry!" cried Robert.
"So long, Cowboy Hero with the big big prick!" returned Harry as he left the room.
"Come on, Bobby, we've got to get you out of that torn leather and into one of my dresses." cried Lynn.
"What about my hair?" asked Robert, running his hand through his rather short head of hair.
"Don't worry about that, Bobby-honey," assured Lynn, crossing to her closet. "I've got a gorgeous blonde wig you can put on!"
"A wig?" screamed Robert. "Boy, I'll really look like a girl, won't I?"
"Well, enough like a girl to fool anybody who doesn't get you all hot and excited and make that HUGE cock of yours erect! Then, I'm sure you won't fool anybody!" laughed Lynn.
"Maybe I ought to wear a jock strap?" asked Robert.
"Don't you dare! Not around me, you don't! I want to feel that monster whenever I like to and it won't be the same through some lousy old jock strap! No, the jock strap is out, O-U-T!"
"Okay," acquiesced Robert meekly, "whatever you say."
Lynn took out a tent dress, which was multi-colored and short and she held it up to Robert's body, testing its length. "Well, I think this dress will fit alright. Do you like the color? Remember, you'll have on a lot of makeup and a blonde wig!"
Robert looked down at the tent dress against his shredded leather outfit, and giggled. "I think it's lovely! Won't mother be surprised when she sees me?"
"I think I'll go along and watch your mother's reaction. It ought to be priceless!" said Lynn.
"Do you think that's wise?" asked Robert hesitantly.
"Why not, Bobby? You know from what I said to you last night that I love to be around women. What sort of woman is your mother? Is she good-looking?"
Robert smiled broadly, "Oh, my mother is very beautiful. Particularly when she's naked! She's got a very voluptuous figure. Her titties are big and round and don't hang like most women her age, and she's full of fire and passion."
"Well, maybe I'll find out for myself just how much fire and passion she's really got, eh, Bobby?" suggested Lynn slyly.
"Oh, I don't think she'd let you touch her!" stoutly maintained Robert.
Lynn smiled coyly, "Well, we're going to see about that very soon, Bobby-Boy! Let's get going with your dress and makeup! Take off that shredded leather and I'll make a girl out of you!"
CHAPTER NINE
By the time Lynn got through with Robert, he looked more like a girl than she did. He was absolutely gorgeous in his tent dress, white leather boots (none of her high heeled shoes would fit his large feet), blonde wig, and rouged cheeks and red lipstick. He looked at himself in the mirror of Lynn's bedroom and was delighted with his transformation.
"I make a pretty girl, don't I, Lynn?" he boasted, pirouetting in front of her.
"Just lovely, Bobby! Oh, this is lots of fun. I think I'll wear my leather outfit. You know, I've got a leather jacket and slacks which are just as soft as yours used to be." She giggled. "I could almost pass for a boy in them, but these tits of mine are much too large to fool anyone, and my buttocks are much too feminine!"
"I like you that way," said Bobby warmly, patting her naked buttocks affectionately.
She jumped away from the touch of his caress. "Look out, Bobby, or you'll have me all hot and bothered again and we'll get right back into bed!"
"Is that so bad?" laughed Robert.
"At this moment it is. I want to meet your mother and watch the reaction she's got to the way you look as a girl. Not only that, maybe she'll join in a little party with us!"
"You won't tell her that I told you about our fucking and sucking, will you, Lynn please?" begged Bobby.
"Of course not, darling!" assured Lynn. "My, won't it be something if she-likes me and lets me suck her pussy...that'll make me fuck or suck your whole family...your father, you, and your mother!"
"My god," exclaimed Robert, "I never thought of that! Gosh, that's really lecherous and carnal, isn't it?"
"It sure is!" chuckled Lynn, as she started putting on a white leather outfit over her naked body, not bothering with any underclothes at all. "That's the fun of being bi-sexual, you can fuck and suck both men or women, or boys or girls! That's real living!"
"It must be," said Robert excitedly, "and I want to be a big part of it!"
Lynn looked at him strangely, and replied with a glance at his tent dress, and his girlish makeup. "You are a big part of it already, Bobby. From what I gather, you are incestuous because you've fucked your own mother. You like to be beaten, you like leather against your skin, you like a man's prick up your ass-hole, and you like to be sucked off, and you like sucking a woman's pussy. I guess the only thing left is for you to suck a man's cock!"
Robert giggled, "Oh, I've sucked my own cock, Lynn!"
"You what!?" exclaimed Lynn, halting her dressing to stare at him in disbelief.
"Yeah, I did it last night for the first time. You want to see how I did it?"
"Would I like to see you suck your own prick? You can bet your bottom dollar I would! Let me look!" eagerly said Lynn.
Robert lifted his tent dress, exposing his nudity underneath, and Lynn looked at his limp cock, and hanging balls. Her excitement rose and she was tempted to reach out and caress the gargantuan cock she had just been sucking off, but she refrained from the temptation. She watched him sit down on the floor, grab himself by the feet and bend his back until he could kiss his own cock.
"My god, what a position! You must have rubber bones!" cried Lynn in sheer ecstasy at the sight of the pretzel-shaped Bobby licking his own limp prick. Then, she suddenly saw it start to grow hard and the boy's cock grew until he could get the cock-head into his mouth. She watched it disappear, and his cheeks started to roll as he obviously was running his tongue around and around the shaft.
"What sheer lechery! What I wouldn't give to be able to suck my own pussy like you can suck your cock!" exclaimed Lynn, feeling her cunt-lips pouting with desire and need. "I've got to be happy with my own fingers when there's no one else to service me!"
Robert started to rock his body back and forth on the floor, and his prick grew harder and more rigid, longer, and soon he was able to take about half of his gargantuan prick into his mouth.
"Hey, cut it out! Don't waste that beautiful hard-on! Give it to me!" cried Lynn, flinging down her leather outfit in a frenzy of lust. "Take your cock out of your mouth and put it into my burning cunt!" she ordered, laying down on the floor in front of the rocking and sucking Robert.
She spread her legs wide, and opened her arms for Robert's body to crush her in wild frenzy. But he kept sucking his own cock, rocking his body back and forth in a furious tempo. Lynn became enraged, and she lifted her body and slapped Robert so hard with the palm of her hand that his teeth scraped his prick as his mouth flew from his rigid penis. He looked at her, and then suddenly realized that she was ready for his prick to be impaled into her moist cunt. Quickly, he squirmed around and fell on top of her as she lifted up the tent dress from his body and then guided the gargantuan cock into her steaming pussy.
He plunged it into her gaping hole with a vicious thrust, and she screamed with delightful pain at the spreading of her cunt-lips, moaning loudly.
"Oh, my god, what a monster! Shove it deep, deep inside my cunt, Bobby!"
"Oh, Lynn, Lynn!" moaned Robert, plunging his wet cock, covered with his own lipstick, in and out of her slippery pussy.
"Ohhh, fuck me, darling, fuck me hard!" she whispered huskily, digging her fingernails into his back, and she closed her cunt around the thick long shaft of his hot prick muscularly, then she let it go, and then contracted her muscles again. Her agile and well-educated pussy acted like a pair of suctioning lips, and her body trembled with lustful and wanton abandon as she felt the huge erection plunge into her womb.
"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck! Glorious fuck! Wonderful! You've got the biggest cock in the world. Fuck me with, Bobby! Fuck me hard! Spread my cunt with your-thick cock! Fuck me!"
The words sent a thrill of ecstasy through Robert's body and he rotated his hips with more abandon, feeling the top of his cock slip roughly over the clitoris. She shook and screamed and dug her fingers into his back and buttocks indiscriminately, hoisting her own rump to meet his impalement.
"Ohhh," cried Robert, "You've got the most beautiful cunt in the world!" He pulled out his cock a bit, then grabbed hold of her shoulders and, shoving her hard onto the floor, he thrust his cock into her cunt as far as it would go.
"OOOhhhhhhhh!" shrieked Lynn, feeling the huge shaft bury itself way up inside her. "It's going to come out of my mouth!" She opened her legs wider, and wrapped them around Bobby's back and started a rhythmical tattoo on the small of his back digging her fingernails under the tent dress into his back. "Fuck me! Shove that cock deeper! Make it come out of my mouth so that I can fuck you and suck you at the very same time!"
Bobby loved the obscene words, and he squirmed his hips around and around and began to ram his cock fiercely in and out of her wet cunt. Lynn licked his chest with her hot tongue, sucking the small growth of hair on it, and stretched her tongue way out and licked his small, hard nipples. Bobby shivered with savage delight, and he pumped up and down in a wild abandoned frenzy, round and round her wet cunt, feeling the suctioning lips pulling and then letting his cock go. He felt her hand caressing his buttocks and reached for his anus. But he kept his ass pumping so hard that she couldn't reach it. Frantically, she continued to push her hot fingers against his rectum, but the fury of his passion kept his anus from being invaded by her finger.
Robert slid his hands down from her soft shoulders to her large breasts, and he rested his full weight on them, still pumping his ass around and around her wet cunt. He could feel her erect nipples under his palms palpitating with passion, and he twisted his hands cruelly, pinching her soft flesh. His huge balls kept banging away at her spread bottom and he could feel the heat emanating from her ass-hole as the large bull shit banged into the tiny hole.
Then, with a loud shriek of complete savagery, Lynn started to spurt her hot, fiery sperm onto his gargantuan cock.
"Ooooohhhh, I'm coming! I'm coming! Take my lovely come! Feel it spraying your huge cock?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" moaned Bobby, pumping harder as he felt his own orgasm about to climax and fuse with hers.
Then, his prick throbbed and swelled to an even greater size, with her hot sperm continuing to inundate his shaft, he came into her hot, volcanic womb.
"Oh, you're giving it to me! You're coming, too! Oh, Bobby, how lovely! Fuck me with your cock coming in my cunt! Fuck! Fuck! Oh, I'm still coming! It's so hot! It's so gooooodddd! Fuck me, Bobby, fuck me!"
* * *
It took longer this time for Lynn to repair Bobby's makeup, and replace his smeared lipstick. She even washed off his prick, kissing it on the tip sweetly, as a sort of 'thank you'.
"Bobby," she said as she knelt before him, washing his limp, wet cock under the tent dress, "your sex life is going to be the most wonderful, exciting, erotic, lecherous holiday. That's it a holiday! Every time someone finds out how gargantuan you are, you're going to have a holiday! A Roman holiday! You'll have both men and women swooning at your feet the minute they see this beautiful cock I'm washing. I shouldn't even be doing this; I should let my come stay on your cock until it dries, so that the next person who sucks it off will taste my cunt on your prick!"
Bobby's knees trembled; he was still weak from the complete fulfillment of his and Lynn's erotic lechery. He looked down at her as she finished washing off his penis.
"Will I always be a masochist?" he asked innocently unaware of the naivety of his question.
"Of course you will, Bobby! Just so long as you get an erection whenever somebody whips you, you'll be a masochist. But, then, maybe you'll find out that you're also a sadist, and you will get an erection from whipping somebody else! Haven't you tried that?"
"N-no, I haven't!" whispered Robert, his eyes wide with surprise at the question.
"Well, maybe someday I'll let you spank me! Not hard, mind you. Not whip me like Harry whipped you! But I dig a little spanking myself, too! It tingles all the nerve ends and makes me more erotic and lecherous! Yes, I might just let you spank me soon!"
"Why not right now?" asked Robert eagerly.
"Whoa, Boy, take it easy! You've got all the primitive instincts for instant sex, no matter what form it takes! But me, I've got to have a breather in between parties. At least an hour or so."
Bobby's face fell with disappointment. "An hour!"
"Yes," soothed Lynn with a smile, "you'll last for an hour, I'm sure. Let's get going to meet your mother!"
"Oh, hell," said Robert, "I forgot all about her! Why can't we stay here and fuck all day?"
Lynn's face grew more somber. "I told you I wanted to meet your mother. I also told you that a woman's body is sometimes more appealing to me than a man's. And right now, I want my next party to be with a woman!"
"But I don't know whether my mother would allow you to touch her, Lynn!" protested Robert, smoothing the front of his tent dress as Lynn finished washing his cock.
Lynn got up from her knees and started slipping into her leather slacks. "We'll never find out if we stay here jawing about it, will we?"
"No, I guess not!" replied Robert unhappily, his lipstick covered mouth twitching with disappointment.
Lynn felt the wonderfully soft feeling of the leather slacks against her contented pussy and she realized more fully why Robert was so keen on wearing leather. It felt magnificent against her skin, and she almost started to get hot again, but she wanted to have a woman, and Bobby's mother would be the most logical person.
She threw Bobby a smile of assurance as she slipped into her jacket, which was similar to the one Harry had shredded from Bobby's body with his whip. It was white, fringed with black strips of leather, and by the time she buttoned the front, it made her look like a boy. That is, if you didn't notice the tremendous bulging of her over-developed breasts, the cleavage of which was showing at the top of the leather jacket enticingly.
"Shall we go in your car or mine?" asked Lynn.
"I've only got a motorcycle," said Robert.
"Ohhh, that would be fun to ride!" exclaimed Lynn enthusiastically, clapping her hands.
"I've got a seat behind me for a rider which you can sit on," said Robert proudly. "The leather on it is just like mine, and you'll find it soft and exciting next to your skin!"
"I'm sure I will, Bobby!" replied Lynn. "Let's get going!"
"Okay!" replied Bobby happily as he followed the leather clad Lynn out the back door. He didn't feel at all silly or queer in his white leather boots and tent dress, with his face all made up. As a matter of fact, the dress and makeup made him feel gay and giddy.
Robert helped Lynn onto the back seat of his cycle and he started the motor. It was a little awkward for him to lift his leg over the center bar in his tent dress, and he exposed his prick completely.
"You'd better put that dress over your cock, Bobby!" giggled Lynn as she put her arms around his waist. "Pull that tent dress over it, or we'll both land in jail for indecent exposure!"
Bobby giggled also, and he pulled down his dress, straightened his blonde wig, and adjusted the white leather boots so they wouldn't slide down his legs.
They roared through the streets, with pedestrians and motorists alike gaping at them. They all thought it queer for a blonde girl to be driving a motorcyle with a long-haired leather clad boy sitting on the rider's seat. Most of the onlookers had expressions of disgust at the sight; but a few smiled knowingly and nodded their heads in approval of the young people having fun!
Robert skidded to a halt in his garage next to his mother's Lincoln limousine.
"Wow! That was quite a ride!" enthused Lynn. "I got a big kick out of it!"
"So did I!" laughed Robert. "Did you see the expressions of some of the people?"
"Yeah," replied Lynn, smoothing her hair with her hand and looking around the garage. "Some of those sour pusses wouldn't like anything we young people do!"
"I know," agreed Robert. "Wouldn't they be shocked if they knew I was a male?"
"Shocked isn't the word for it, Bobby!" said Lynn, smoothing the leather slacks and jacket so they looked more neat. "They'd think we were some sort of perverts!"
"We aren't preverts, are we, Lynn?" asked
Robert anxiously.
"Of course not!" assured Lynn, patting Robert on his tent-dress covered shoulder solicitously. "Perverts are what the so-called normal people call others who have fun sexually!"
"Is that you, Robert?" came Myrtle Rand's voice from the house.
"Yes, Mother!" shouted Robert. Then, he held out his hand to Lynn. "Well, let's go in and surprise Mother!"
They both giggled gaily as they went from the garage into the house.
Myrtle was still clad in her attractive housecoat which she had worn to serve breakfast, and she rushed into the room, expecting to find her son alone.
She almost slid to a halt as she saw Robert, all dressed up and cosmetic-smeared like a girl. She gasped in horror, then her eyes turned to the leather clad girl with him. "What's the meaning of this, Bobby? Why are you dressed up like a girl? And who is this-this person with you?"
"Mother," said Robert formally, "I want to introduce you to Lynn...Lynn, this is my mother Myrtle."
Lynn held out her hand, and Myrtle took it with some misgiving.
"How do you do, Myrtle."
"How do?" responded Myrtle, in a daze.
"Your mother is beautiful!" said Lynn, taking in the voluptuous figure which Myrtle's house coat outlined in such generous manner.
"T-thank you," stammered Myrtle, feeling Lynn's hand squeezing her own in an unusual caress. "B-but why the dress, Bobby?" She turned to Lynn angrily as she loosened the grip which Lynn had on her hand. "Are you responsible for dressing my darling Bobby in girl's clothes?"
"Yes, Myrtle, I am!" beamed Lynn. "Doesn't he look precious and lovely?"
"Oh, my darling, my darling," moaned Myrtle, wringing her hands in anguish. "Why have you let this awful girl do this to you?"
Robert giggled, "Lynn's not an awful girl, Mommy. She's got a wonderful philosophy which just happens to agree with mine about how young people should be allowed to act sexually!"
"Bobby! You've been drinking, too!" accused Myrtle, smelling the whiskey on his breath.
"Don't you drink, Myrtle," asked Lynn facetiously.
"Of course I drink, but certainly not early in the morning. Nor do I go around in white leather outfits which make my breasts bulge out like yours do!"
"Oh, so you've noticed my titties?" slyly asked Lynn, caressing herself suggestively.
"How could I help but notice those huge melons of yours sticking out against that white leather?" cried Myrtle. "They stretch the leather as much as your buttocks do in your slacks!"
"You notice a great deal, Myrtle!" laughed Lynn.
"I certainly do!"
"Don't you approve of my outfit?" asked Lynn.
"No, absolutely no!" snapped Myrtle.
"But yet you allow your son to go around in the same type of outfit, and that's all right?" accused Lynn.
"That's different!" countered Myrtle.
"Why is it different?" argued Lynn. "What makes him so special that he can have a leather fetish, and I can't?"
"My Bobby doesn't have a leather fetish!" moaned Myrtle.
"You don't know your son, Myrtle!" said Lynn calmly.
"Oh, yes, I do! I do!" moaned Myrtle. She turned her big eyes to her tent-dressed son. "I do know you, don't I, Bobby darling? Tell Mommy that she knows her little boy!"
Robert giggled, and was about to answer, but Lynn interjected a caustic remark:
"You don't know your 'little boy' at all, Myrtle! It's about time you found out that he's full of wild, exotic, erotic, masochistic feelings, and maybe even a touch of homosexuality!"
"No! No!" cried Myrtle, "I know absolutely that Robert-likes to fuck ... I mean he-likes to be with girls!"
"You can say the word 'fuck' around me, Myrtle. I know what it means. I also know a few choice words myself, so don't be bashful about a simple one like fuck!"
Myrtle hesitated. Her instincts of always being a lady were fast vanishing as she looked wonderingly at the two strangely attired girl and boy. Her son a homosexual? Never. Not after having had his huge prick in her mouth and cunt last night. Never would he be a homosexual or a masochist. But, then, she thought about the beating, and she had to admit to herself that there was a strange and exotic reaction from Robert when he was being whipped by her with his own leather belt!
"Oh, Lynn," moaned Myrtle, "you seem to be so wise for a girl so young!"
"Hell, Myrtle, I'm not wise! I'm just experienced! I know more about sexual deviations than most girls my age know about straight fucking and sucking!"
"She sure does, Mom!" agreed Robert enthusiastically, rubbing his cock suggestively through his tent dress.
Myrtle's heart pounded, and her pulse quickened. "I I guess you and Lynn have...have fucked each other?"
"We sure have!" said Robert enthusiastically, winking at Lynn, who smiled back at him lecherously.
"Not more than a half hour ago, we have had a lovely and savage joining of cunt and cock!" boasted Lynn.
"Aren't you the same girl he was with last night?" asked Myrtle, hurt by the remark.
"Yeah," replied Lynn.
"And this morning, too!" added Myrtle.
"Yeah. Oh, Myrtle, your son is terrific. He needs a lot of sex, and he's got the most gargantuan cock in the world. Show it to her, Bobby!"
"No, no, no!" cried Myrtle, horrified. "Not in front of people, Bobby! No!"
"Oh, I'm not people, Myrtle! Show Mommy your big prick, Bobby!" ordered Lynn.
Dutifully, Robert lifted his tent dress, exposing his nudity to his mother, who tried hard not to look at it. But her eyes were drawn to the limp prick magnetically. She clutched her breasts with her hands in a gesture of mingled horror and desire, not knowing what to do or to say to Lynn.
"Isn't it a beauty, Myrtle?" demanded Lynn, crossing over and putting her arm around Myrtle's shoulder in comradely fashion.
"It it it's magnificent! But why did he have to wear a girl's dress to cover that enormous...cock?"
"Because it pleased me to dress him like a girl, Myrtle. You see, I like girls, too!" explained Lynn.
Myrtle turned horrified eyes to Lynn. "You mean you're a Lesbian?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"Not really, honey," said Lynn soothingly. "But a change of pace from a gargantuan cock to a sweet pussy tickles my imagine!"
"You-you mean you like sucking cunts?" breathed Myrtle huskily.
"I love it!" moaned Lynn, lowering her arm and caressing Myrtle's large breast tenderly.
"Oh!" cried Myrtle at the touch of Lynn's hand on her titty. "You shouldn't do that. Not in front of Bobby! After all, he's my son! And he's got to respect me!"
"He'd respect you a lot more if he knew that you were getting more fun out of life!" said Lynn persuasively, rubbing her hand more firmly around Myrtle's breast.
"I sure would, Mom," agreed Robert.
Myrtle looked at her son strangely. "You mean if I let Lynn suck my cunt, you'd still respect me?"
"More than ever, Mom. After all, sex is the best part of life, and you haven't had very much. Why not let Lynn show you how much fun it is to have your pussy licked by a girl? And I can watch. That'll be great fun for me!"
"Bobby!" cried his mother in utter horror. "Where did you ever learn so much about sex?"
"He didn't learn it, Myrtle," replied Lynn. "He knew instinctively just as I do, that variations are enjoyable. Watching two other people fucking or sucking is great fun. Why don't we show your Bobby some fun and make love to each other?"
"Oh, I couldn't!" cried Myrtle. "I've never done anything with a girl before. And I've never done anything in front of anyone else in my whole life!" whimpered Myrtle, frightened, yet fascinated by the very thought of the suggestion
Lynn was offering.
"It's always a little difficult the first time, honey," soothed Lynn, pinching Myrtle's rapidly erecting nipple.
"Ouch," cried Myrtle, looking at Lynn with fright. "Don't pinch my titty. I'm very sensitive there!"
"Well, then, I'll kiss it and make it feel better!" said Lynn, putting her mouth against the big breast and blowing her hot breath against the soft flesh through the sheer house coat.
Myrtle gasped at the feeling, it was so lecherous, so wonderfully erotic to have a woman kissing her titty. But the very idea of her son watching Lynn blowing her hot breath on her titty was embarrassing to her.
"No, no, Lynn, don't do that! Your hot breath is making me feel very uncomfortable!"
Lynn looked up into Myrtle's eyes and smiled suggestively.
"You don't mean uncomfortable, honey; you mean passionate, don't you?"
"No, I mean yes, no, oh, I don't know what I mean," moaned Myrtle, stealing at glance at her son.
Robert was looking at the shapely figure of his mother, her large breasts heaving and her legs trembling as Lynn's tightly clad buttocks stuck out tautly and tantalizingly in her bent over position.
"Oh, let her suck your titty, Mom!" urged Robert, feeling himself growing erect at the erotic scene.
"Bobby! I suppose the next thing you'll be asking me to do is for you to suck on the other titty!"
"Hey, that's a wonderful idea," cried Robert, crossing quickly to his mother's side and unzipping the front of her housecoat and exposing her breasts.
Lynn put one large titty into her eager mouth and started sucking avidly on it, as Robert quickly placed his lipstick-covered mouth on the other and he also started to suck on his mother's titty.
Myrtle was almost beside herself with both of her titties being attended to at the same time. Her pussy started twitching and burning as the two licked and sucked on her fleshy breasts, their heads close together. To steady her trembling legs, Myrtle placed a hand on each of the heads at her breasts and dug her fingers into their scalps with savage and primitive ferocity.
Lynn got the message, and her hands slyly moved up and down Myrtle's soft skin, coming closer and closer to her triangle beneath which the hot cunt was giving off an odor of passion which was rapturously heavenly to Lynn. She'd always liked the sweet smell of a hot, passion-ridden woman, and she could sense that Myrtle was so filled with desire that her cunt juice would be tremendous.
Without any further tantalizing, Lynn went straight to Myrtle's pouting cunt-lips and plunged her fingers between the burning, moist cunny and then shoved hard.
"Oooohhhhh!" shrieked Myrtle, feeling the wonderful fingers of Lynn inside her pussy, with both titties being sucked at the same time. "Oh, my god, that's so exciting!"
Robert increased his suctioning of his mother's titty, feeling her shaking body temperature rising. Her breast tasted so delicious to him that he didn't wonder Lynn found it delightful, also. Then, he felt his mother's hand leaving the back of his head, and he caught a glimpse of it going to Lynn's breast. He saw his mother plunge her hands between the leather jacket top and rip the buttons off in her anxiety to get to Lynn's big titties. His mother's hands curled around the sweet breasts of Lynn, and he could see Lynn's nostrils flare with excitement at the touch of a woman's hands on her breasts.
Robert removed his mouth from his mother's breasts, and stepped back to watch. Relieved of one mouth, Myrtle found more room to swing her body around so that Lynn's mouth and fingers could have more freedom to do their wonderful tantalizing.
He watched his mother's face contort in wonderful ecstatic delight as Lynn's long tongue swept lecherously over the bared breasts, licking at the erect nipples and nibbling them until their elongated shape looked like tiny penises. His own cock throbbed at the sight of Lynn's fingers plunging in and out of his mother's cunt, their slim red-tips wet with his mother's juices.
Then, with a sigh from his mother, she allowed Lynn to lower her gently onto the thickly carpeted floor.
"Slip my leather slacks off, Bobby, will you?" quickly breathed Lynn, as she lay on her side, still finger-fucking Myrtle, whose hands were grasped tightly around Lynn's titties.
Robert rushed over to the prone pair, and with quick dexterity, unzipped the slacks and pulled them from Lynn's body. Then, he was about to remove her jacket, but Lynn hastily prevented him.
"No, no, leave my leather jacket on. I want your mother to feel the exquisite softness against her flesh. I'm sure you understand why I want her to feel it, don't you, Bobby?"
"Of course," agreed Bobby. "I know how good it feels against my skin. Then, she'll understand me better, won't she?"
"Of course," said Lynn, adjusting her body so that her face was directly opposite Myrtle's hot, burning cunt, and her own cunt was facing Myrtle's mouth. She knew that after she started licking on the delectable morsel under her nose that Myrtle would respond by sucking her own cunt. She depended on the leather jacket to arouse Myrtle's sensitive flesh to the point where she would lower all her reservations and just become an ecstasy-seeking, primitive woman like herself.
With the expert tenderness, yet firmness of the experienced Lesbian, Lynn pressed her leather jacket against Myrtle's nakedness, and her long tongue snaked all around the soft inner thighs, which she was trying to part with her hands. Myrtle was resisting slightly, but soon found the feeling of the lovely licking tongue against her flesh and the leather caressing her belly just too much for her to bear.
With a loud scream, she yelled, "Lick my cunt, you lovely girl! Suck my pussy with your sweet, long tongue. Rub that leather into my belly and make me hotter than I am now! Suck my cunt. Rub my belly! Ooooohhhh!"
Robert watched Lynn's head disappear between his mother's spread legs and knew that the long licking tongue had found his mother's cunt. His own prick grew erect and his tent dress bulged and he wanted to slap at it to force it soft. But, then he heard the sweet sounds of lecherous passion coming from the two women, and he saw his own mother's head move closer to Lynn's cunt. Her eyes were glazed with passion, and then with a quick movement, as if she had made up her mind to do it, his mother fiercely rolled Lynn over so that she was on the bottom, and plunged her head between Lynn's legs and started to lick the wet pussy with her own long tongue. Lynn moaned delightfully, and Myrtle groaned at the sensational, glorious feeling she was getting from sucking a woman's cunt for the first time.
Robert watched his mother's body writhe all over Lynn's half-naked flesh, legs flailing, hands clutching white flesh, and fingernails digging into flesh. His mother's broad bottom with her brown anus pumped up and down, and he caught glimpses of Lynn's face captured between the soft inner thighs, her long tongue feasting at the wet cunt.
With a loud moan of savage need, Robert lifted his tent dress and fell on top of his mother's back, shoving his gargantuan cock in the general direction of her ass-hole. His balls slapped against Lynn's face, and she grasped them in her hand, licking first his balls, then his mother's wet pussy.
Myrtle felt her son's cock knocking at her anus, and she reached around with her hand and grabbed it and guided it into her hole, not stopping in her sucking of Lynn's flavorful pussy. She felt the huge membrane pushing against her tiny hole, and she spread her legs wider so that he could push it into her ass-hole easier. Lynn's tongue reached up and licked the whole shaft of Robert's cock so that it became wet with saliva and could more easily penetrate Myrtle's ass-hole.
Myrtle could feel the tent dress's fabric slithering on her back, the leather jacket against her front, Lynn's tongue licking and probing her hot cunt, Robert's gargantuan cock trying to gain an entrance into her tiny anus, and she was delirious with passion and savage need.
With the addition of Lynn's wetting of his cock, Robert found his mother's ass-hole easier to penetrate, and he plunged it down into her soft tissues with a fierce thrust, which made her scream with pain, but nevertheless, still push up her bottom so as to give her son more of her body.
Lynn squeezed his balls as she licked his mother's pussy, and part of her tongue and cheek brushed against his shaft as it slid in and out of Myrtle's ass-hole, giving her an erotic, exotic taste and flavor to her sucking. The taste of Myrtle's pussy, sweet with juice was wonderfully fragrant and exquisite. The taste of Robert's balls and the occasional lick she received from his cock after it had slid out of his mother's anus was another flavor, rich and erotic!
The moans and squeals of lecherous and incestuous fucking and sucking were loud and there was no doubt that all three of them were having their entire libido titilated and aroused to a frenzy which needed the climax very soon.
The entire scene was too lecherous, too incestuous in the minds of all three to long deny their volcanic climax.
Myrtle was the first to come, and Lynn gulped down the stream of sticky come with relish, and the flavor was so delicious to her that her own orgasm followed, spurting into Myrtle's mouth in a fiery stream of stringy semen.
Myrtle couldn't help but swallow it, and when she tasted a woman's come for the first time, she relished it so much, that her mouth suctioned every last droplet from the cunt of the twisting and squirming and moaning Lynn.
Robert's gargantuan cock was still plunging in and out of his mother's anus, and he could feel that the two women had already had their orgasms, and he pumped his cock in and out faster and faster so that he would also spend his sperm in his mother's ass-hole.
In and out, his gargantuan cock slid, wet with both Lynn's saliva and his mother's clinging anus tissues. His hands clutched at his mother's titties, giving him more of a sensation of lechery and incest lust which further augmented his passion.
Lynn sucked the last drop of sperm from Myrtle's cunt, and her tongue licked all around, trying to find any droplet which she might have missed in her cunt lapping.
The huge balls of Robert kept banging into her face as she licked Myrtle's inner thighs clean of all the spurting sperm, and it was an added thrill to feel the sperm-laden balls. Her face was rosy with the passion and effort she had put into this wild, erotic, lecherous act, and still the balls kept banging away.
Then, suddenly she heard Robert's scream of pre-come savage passion ring out loudly. "I'm going to come, Mommy! I'm going to come in your ass-hole!"
"Come, my baby, come into Mommy's ass!" moaned Myrtle, hoisting her ass up from Lynn's face, trying to receive as much of her son's cock as possible.
Robert spurted in a frenzy of twisting flesh, and his sperm shot up his mother's anus and trickled out onto Lynn's face.
Greedily, she reached up with her fingers and parted the anus of Myrtle so that more of the tasty fluid would trickle out of the hole into her mouth.
She licked her long tongue against the plunging cock trying to reach the anus and get more fluid, and between the taste of pussy, balls, cock and anus, Lynn was delirious with lecherous enchantment.
CHAPTER TEN
After the wild, abandoned, reckless orgy, Lynn was wise enough to dress and leave right away. She knew that Myrtle might have some recriminations and shame at committing the erotic acts she'd done for the first time, and that it would take a little time before she got over it.
So, it was with an almost hasty "Call me when you feel up to it, Myrtle honey...Bobby has my phone number!" Lynn was gone, leaving Bobby and his mother alone.
There was an embarrassed silence for a while as Bobby lay on his back, his limp cock just peeking out from underneath his tent dress. His white leather boots had sagged, and one still had the stains from the earlier orgasm Lynn had against it. His wig had been removed and taken away by Lynn, leaving him looking rather masculine, still a bit feminine, which seemed to him to be just like how he felt.
Myrtle, her lecherous abandon completely gone, was trying to find something to say to her son, some way to explain her feelings about losing control over her passion, letting a lesbian act be committed upon her by the extremely aggressive and voluptuous Lynn. Not only that, but to have licked and greedily sucked Lynn's sweet hot pussy while her son was fucking her in the ass was too licentious and carnal and incestuous to find the proper words to say to Bobby, her little darling!
Her eyes roamed the floor, searching for her house gown so that she could at least cover her wanton, licentious body from her son's view.
But Bobby, from the tower of wisdom of his eighteen years, found no such perplexing confusion of mind.
"Gee, Mom, wasn't that just great fun?" he asked huskily.
"W-what?" asked Myrtle, still embarrassed and self-conscious about her nudity. She felt depraved lying on the living room floor in broad daylight, her lipstick smeared, her anus still sore and trickling wetly from the insertion of her son's gargantuan cock.
"I said 'wasn't it fun'?" repeated Robert, lifting his body to a sitting position.
Myrtle looked at her weirdly garbed son and a half-smile appeared tremulously. "Y-yes, I guess so, Bobby," she said hesitantly. "But where is all this perversity going to lead us?"
Bobby laughed gaily. "To more and more fun, Mommy!" He looked at his mother admiringly. "We ought to keep doing this often, Mommy! You've got a very voluptuous figure, and it should be treated with a great deal of worship!"
Myrtle dropped her eyes, and murmured, "You think my body has beauty, Bobby?"
"Oh, it's magnificent, Mom! Why, I think you've got a figure that's every bit as soft and satiny and enchanting as Lynn's!"
Myrtle felt a stab of jealousy pierce her groin, and she opened her eyes wide and stared at her son. "Then if you think my figure is as good as Lynn's, won't I be enough for you to satisfy that beautiful big prick of yours?"
"Aw, Mom!" protested Bobby, taking his limp cock between his hands and cupping it lovingly. "I need lots of satisfaction...different people, different ways! That's the fun of it all-variety! You ought to try it more, too!"
Myrtle thought for a long moment about her husband's lack of attention, and then nodded her head with finality.
"I think I might just do that, Bobby! After all, your father has not taken care of my needs and desires for such a long time. I think I'll try it again, maybe with Lynn if that's all right with you, Bobby!"
"Sure it is, Mom! I don't find anything wrong with you and Lynn sucking each other's sweet pussies! As a matter of fact, just watching you two made me so hot that I just had to fuck you in the ass-hole! Did it hurt you much, Mom?"
Myrtle rubbed her backside gingerly, and smiled ruefully, "Just a teeny bit, Bobby! But it felt so erotic and lecherous that I didn't mind the pain. As a matter of fact, the pain only added to my passion, and the lovely Lynn's pussy against my face and her licking my pussy when you were fucking me made me feel absolutely, gloriously wanton and carnal! It was terrific!"
"You see, Mom! I just knew you'd like Lynn. She was the one who gave me the idea in the first place. She said that she liked women more than men because women were more gentle with her cunt, more soft and more passionate!"
"She's right, Bobby! A woman wants tenderness sometimes. Although some women like to be treated rough."
"How about you, Mom? How do you want to be treated with tenderness or roughness?"
Myrtle smiled, "After all these years of neglect, I don't care which way I'm treated: rough or tender-just as long as I'm treated!"
Bobby laughed heartily at his mother's sally. "Oh, Mom, with that lovely pussy and ass-hole and titties, you aren't going to have any trouble being treated!"
"Your father doesn't think so," sniffed Myrtle caustically.
"Oh, Dad! What does he know about how to make a woman happy? Lynn says he's a lousy lay!"
"Lynn! You mean to tell me that your father has fucked Lynn?" asked Myrtle.
"Sure! That's how I met her! I followed Dad, and overheard her tell him that she'd like to meet me. I was peeping in the window at them as they were fucking. It was so exciting, but after that, Lynn told me Dad's cock didn't satisfy her at all!"
"Then why does she fuck him at all?" demanded Myrtle.
"Because he gives her money!" said Bobby.
"Oh?" said Myrtle, then she started to laugh uproariously. "Just imagine that! Oh, that's very funny! My dear, darling Victor husband to whom I've catered these many years, having to pay for getting laid when all the time he could have had me for nothing! Oh, that's priceless!"
"It is funny, isn't it, Mom?" agreed Robert. "You've got so much love to give, and Dad doesn't want it. Well, he's the one who loses by not taking advantage of your gorgeous cunt and mouth and ass-hole! He's the one who doesn't know what he's missing!"
"You're right, Bobby! From now on, I'm going to do what I please, when I please, and with whom I please!"
"That's the way to think, Mom!" heartily agreed Bobby, rising from the floor and standing over his mother.
She looked up at her lovely son, and laughed gaily. "And that Lynn. Do you realize that she's fucked or sucked all three of us in this family?"
"Yeah, I do!" laughed Bobby. "Bizarre, isn't it?"
Myrtle reached up slyly and yanked at her son's limp cock playfully. "Bizarre, and perverse! And I think she's absolutely wild, and
I'm going to be just like her!"
"That's my Mom!" encouraged Bobby, thrilling at the touch of his mother's warm hand yanking his limp penis. "How about me now? Don't forget that it was me who got you started in all this fun!"
Myrtle wriggled her body closer to her son, and kissed him lightly on his limp prick.
"My little darling with the big prick! You know I'm never going to deny you anything you want!" she murmured.
"We can have so much fun together, Mom! As a matter of fact, Lynn has someone I don't know if it's her husband, or her lover, or just a guy who drops by occasionally but Harry is a sadistic giant of a man and maybe you'd like to meet him?"
"Why not?" agreed Myrtle enthusiastically. "From now on, Bobby, anything goes, just so long as you and I understand each other, and we'll always be together!"
"Always, Mom!" earnestly replied Bobby. "I'll always need my Mommy!"
* * *
Victor Rand was in his office, dictating to his new secretary. Or, rather, he was trying to dictate to her. But her skirt kept riding high on her milky white thighs, and he couldn't concentrate on business. At least, not his company's business. The girl, she couldn't have been more than seventeen, had come in early that week and been hired by personnel and assigned to him because his own secretary had been taken ill and his correspondence had piled up.
The girl reminded him of Lynn she was the same type of blonde-haired, blue-eyed, voluptuous-figured girl with a mouth that was made up in such a way that his cock strained inside his pants to shove it between those pouting, bee-stung lips.
"Gloria," he said, looking down at the girl's crossed legs, her secretary's notebook on her lap. "Are you sure you're getting down everything I am dictating?"
The young girl looked at her boss with her eyes wide and frightened. She was obviously scared to death of her capability.
"Oh, yes, sir!"
Her voice was low, musical, and it thrilled Victor. He smiled at the shy girl encouragingly, and said, "Well, don't look so frightened. I'm not going to eat you, you know!"
"What a pity!" said the girl, her expression of fright changing with lightning-like speed to one of knowledgeable lechery.
Victor was startled. Gloria looked so sweet, so innocent, so pure. "You didn't misunderstand me, did you, Gloria?" he asked, trying to make sure that she knew what she was talking about.
Gloria slowly uncrossed her nylon clad legs, her high-heeled shoes scraping against the chair. For a fleeting moment, Victor saw that she was not wearing panties, and he swore that he saw her blonde pubic hair crowning her pink slit. But then she quickly crossed her legs again, making sure that her mini skirt rode high on her soft white thighs in a provocative gesture.
"I understood you perfectly, Mr. Rand," replied Gloria, staring straight into Victor's eyes. "You said you weren't going to eat me, and I replied that it was a pity!"
"You're not as shy and innocent as you look, are you, Gloria?" asked Victor suggestively.
"I'm not shy, nor am I innocent, Mr. Rand," stated Gloria firmly. "But neither am I loose or promiscuous!
Victor hastily raised his hand in a protesting gesture. "Oh, I'm not implying that at all, Gloria. But you must admit that you immediately took me up on the remark about eating you!"
"That's the only way I like it, Mr. Rand!" said Gloria matter-of-factly.
"You mean you only like to be eaten?" asked Victor, amazed that such a young girl could already have found a particular perversion.
"That's what I said," Gloria stated, "I refuse any other form of sexual intercourse except that of being sucked on my cunt!"
Victor was shocked by the language, and by the off-handed manner in which the very young Gloria had so casually stated her sexual preferences. His face showed his shock so clearly that Gloria added, "That's the trouble with your generation, Mr. Rand. You seem so horrified if a girl uses the same kind of language you do with other men. And you don't seem to realize that we young persons are capable of making up our own minds as to what type of sexual indulgence we most particularly are excited about!"
Victor suddenly felt like a very old man. He finally had been confronted with "The Generation Gap" and he was at a loss to know just what to say next.
"Do you wish to continue dictating, or just talking about sex, Mr. Rand?" asked Gloria softly.
Victor sighed deeply. "You've got me very confused, Gloria! I am able to talk to whores and prostitutes easily, but you don't seem to be either one!"
"Of course not!"
"And you don't charge any money for eating?" Victor asked.
"Absolutely not!"
"That's what I don't understand, Gloria! What do you expect in return from me?"
"Nothing, except that you be very good at licking cunt!" said Gloria emphatically.
"What about fucking?" asked Victor.
"Fucking is out!"
"Why?"
"I just happen to like my cunt sucked, and that's all I like! I have never had a prick inside my cunt, and I'm sure that I am not going to begin with yours! If you want to shove your tongue up my pussy, that will be fun and exciting for me. But that's all!"
Victor rubbed his perspiring forehead in complete bewilderment.
"What about sucking my prick?" he asked.
"Nothing doing!" stated Gloria flatly. "I suck cunts only! No cocks, big or small; only sweet, tender, juicy cunts!"
"Then you're a lesbian!" accused Victor.
"Not necessarily, Mr. Rand," said Gloria easily. "Just because I haven't made up my mind yet about fucking a man doesn't mean that I'm a lesbian. I am going through a cunt-lapping period of my life, and I know it, and accept it for what it is. A passing excitement. Sooner or later, some man is going to come around and I'll go wild about him and he'll get my maidenhead with all the fire and passion I possess! I'm going to give myself to him whole heartedly. Until that time comes, I'm going to remain content to have my pussy licked by either sex male or female or homo or lesbian it doesn't make any difference to me who sucks my cunt. It excites me, and I get great pleasure and fun out of having an orgasm. So what's the big deal?"
Victor was at a complete loss for words.
"Am I fired, Mr. Rand?" asked Gloria, starting to get up form her chair.
Victor turned his eyes to her and quickly assured her, "No, you're not fired! Of course you're not! What do you think I am, some sort of monster who fires a girl just because she only-likes her cunt to be sucked?"
"I don't know what kind of monster you are, Mr. Rand, and I don't care. If you would like to lick my cunny, I guess I could get a good orgasm from it!"
"My god, but you're cold-blooded about it!" said Victor.
"Cold-blooded?" laughed Gloria. "There's nothing cold-blooded about me. I'm very passionate. My libido is always conscious of the beauty of cunt-lapping, and I'm constantly seeking it. You think I'm cold-blooded merely because I'm able to discuss it without swooning or becoming shocked or angry at words like cunt, cock, fuck, suck! You just don't know how to deal with a young girl at your age, Mr. Rand, sir!"
Victor was sorely tempted to get extremely angry at the beautiful young Gloria, but he knew what she had said was the truth he didn't know how to treat a young girl, except by paying her money, and then they did what he told them to do.
"I guess you're right, Gloria," admitted Victor. "Sit down, and let's get back to work!"
"Yes, sir!" said Gloria. She resumed her seat, crossed her legs, and held her pencil ready to take shorthand notes.
Victor stared down at his desk. "Now let's see, where were we?" he asked out of the corner of his mouth.
Gloria looked down at her notebook, and read from her shorthand: " 'Your order is being processed and should reach you within the next few days'...that's where you stopped, Mr. Rand."
Victor tried to be business-like. He cleared his throat and mumbled the words, "Next few days...We hope that you will continue to be satisfied with our service...yours very truly, etcetera, etcetera!"
He looked up as he finished dictating, and noticed that Gloria had finished a fraction of a second behind his dictation.
"That's all the work we'll do today, Gloria," he finally said.
She started to fold her notebook and get up, but he stopped her.
"Stay where you are, Gloria. I'd like to talk to you some more. Not business. But personal. Do you mind?"
"Not at all, Mr. Rand," assured Gloria, settling back in her chair with a gracious self-possession which was quite attractive.
There was a silence which Victor found uncomfortable.
Finally, Gloria spoke up, "It's your move, Mr. Rand!"
"Yes, I know it is, Gloria. But I don't know where to start with you!"
"How about sucking my cunt?" asked the lovely girl, with an air of complete innocence and frankness about her.
Victor looked at her with astonishment. "Do you really want me to go down on you?" he asked with a growing excitement.
"It might prove to be a different sensation. You see, I've never had a man as old as you, Mr. Rand!" said Gloria.
Victor reacted with shock. "Old!" he hissed violently. "Hell's bells, girl, I'm only forty-five!"
"That's pretty old, Mr. Rand!" said Gloria frankly, smiling to take the sting out of her words.
"I'm in the prime of my life!" almost shouted Victor, his ego suffering cruelly.
"Well, your idea of the prime of life differs from mine, Mr. Rand," replied Gloria. "My thoughts go in the direction of someone as old as I am, maybe a year or so older, but certainly not as old as you...except if you would like to suck my cunt! It might be a lot of fun to see if an old man forgive the reference to your age again can get me to have as wild an orgasm as a young person!"
"You get me all confused," said Victor, wiping his forehead again. "I don't know how a young, beautiful, desirable girl like you can be so lecherous and perverted, and yet retain all the innocence and appeal of a modest young maiden!"
"That's because you don't understand us young people, Mr. Rand!" said Gloria earnestly.
"I sure as hell don't!" agreed Victor. "I've got a son at home whose going to be a Momma's Boy, I'm sure! He's handsome, tall, good build, but his mother spoils him with too much affection. I don't understand him, either! He's very much like you in his perversity I frankly think he's going to turn out to be a homosexual!"
"Oh, so what's wrong with that?" asked Gloria.
"My son! A homo? Hell, no man wants his child to be a pervert, not unless he's some sort of degenerate himself!" snapped Victor.
"Aren't you just a little bit degenerate, Mr. Rand?" slyly suggested Gloria.
"Who, me?"
"Yes, you find me desirable, and I'm only seventeen years old. And you're forty-five! Isn't that a form of degeneracy...the age difference, I mean?"
"Hell, no! I don't find anything unusual or degenerate about a forty-five year old man having hot pants for a girl of seventeen!" said Victor forcefully.
"You're old enough to be my father!" said Gloria, thrusting home the verbal knife.
Victor winced with deflated ego. "Well, you've succeeded in doing one thing, Gloria!"
"What's that?" curiously asked the frank girl.
"I had an erection a moment ago, thinking about fucking you, and now it's as limp as a wet dish rag!" replied Victor, sadly.
"I'm truly sorry about that, Mr. Rand," said Gloria sweetly, sincerely. "Because I wanted you to lick my pussy. It would have been a new thrill!"
"Well, let's forget about that for the time being," said Victor. "I have an idea which you might go along with!"
"As long as it's interesting, I'll go along with any suggestion you make, Mr. Rand," said Gloria.
"I think I'd like you to meet my son, Robert. Why don't we have a couple of drinks at some cocktail bar, and then have dinner at my home?"
"Sounds all right to me, Mr. Rand. But what about your wife? Won't she object to your bringing home your secretary?"
"I'll handle any objections from my wife!" said Victor emphatically and forcefully. "You just handle my son!"
"Don't you mean you want your son to handle me?" said Gloria coyly.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Victor felt a little less ego-deflated after his first martini which he had with Gloria in the intimacy of a small, dimly-lit lounge near the office.
When they first arrived, Gloria had sat opposite him in the booth, but when they ordered their second drink, he patted the seat next to him and invited Gloria to join him.
Gloria looked at him with wise, knowing eyes, and smiled assuredly.
"So it takes only one drink for you to regain your vigor and young ideas, doesn't it, Mr. Rand?"
Victor smiled broadly, "One drink, and one young, beautiful, voluptuous blonde!"
Gloria smoothed her hair in a sensuous manner, "Do your desires always run to blondes, Mr. Rand?"
"No, of course not, Gloria. I like girls of all shades and colors. I don't go for the color of their hair!"
"As a matter of fact, Mr. Rand, I'm not a true blonde!" said Gloria with a smirk.
"No, what color is your hair originally?" asked Victor.
"I'm a redhead!" said Gloria, giggling.
"No!" laughed Victor, feeling wonderful now that he was in a conversation which he could handle with a beautiful young girl, and with their second drink on its way, he got more and more assured. "I can hardly believe that you're a redhead really! You wouldn't want to prove that, would you?" Again, he patted the seat next to him suggestively and lecherously.
"Why not?" laughed Gloria.
She was about to change her place when tne waiter brought their second drink, and she waited with lady-like composure until he had left before she rose and sat down next to Victor, her short mini skirt rising high on her milky thighs.
"I'm not wearing any panties, so it will be easy for you to look at my pussy and see that I'm a genuine redhead!" she whispered as she snuggled close to Victor.
Victor's prick jumped into a hard erection at the very thought of even looking at her naked pussy. "How in hell am I going to look at your pussy in this public place?" he hissed desperately.
"That's up to you, Mr. Rand!" laughed Gloria. "If you don't want to verify that I'm a genuine redhead, that's too bad. I noticed that back in the office you sure were trying to take a peek at my pussy and now you haven't got the courage to look!"
"The hell I haven't!" boasted Victor. "But this place is so near the office, someone we know might just walk in while I'm trying to look between your legs at your pussy! What do you think they'd say at the office about that?"
"They'd think you were quite a man," giggled Gloria. "Quite a lecherous, pussy-loving old man!"
Victor reacted, "There you go with that old stuff again! For two cents, I'd raise your skirt and lay you down on this bench and shove my hard cock right up your cunt!"
Gloria pretended to be frightened, "Oooohhhh, Mr. Rand! How you do talk! You know you wouldn't get away with that. I'm pretty strong, you know, and a lot of men have tried to rape me but they've never been able to get their stiff cocks up my cunt! I've even had them get so hot that they've come all over my pussy, but never once has any man been able to put his pecker into me!"
"I think you're making up your virginity!" accused Victor, rubbing his cock through his tight pants, and looking down at the slightly spread legs which Gloria had taken pains to do so that looking at her pussy would be easy for Victor.
"You can think what you like, Mr. Rand, it doesn't make the slightest difference to me. I was just trying to be sociable, and give you the thrill of looking at my cunt hairs to prove that I'm a real redhead!"
In desperation, Victor reached over and lifted her skirt, making sure that none of the other patrons of the lounge were looking their way. In the dim light, there was no way he could tell whether Gloria was a blonde or a redhead, but he did notice that the soft inner thighs were firm and soft and enticing, and that the dimly-outlined curves leading to her pussy were symmetric and shapely. His hand quivered as his fingers caressed her sensitive flesh, and he wanted to plunge his whole arm into her cunt!
"Don't try to push your fingers into my cunt, Mr. Rand," warned Gloria with a very sweet smile, "or I'll break them off at the joints, every one of them!"
"Damn you, Gloria," muttered Victor angrily taking his hand away from her soft thighs. "I think you're a cock-teaser!"
Gloria laughed merrily, "Oh, no, I'm not, Mr. Rand! I've got a lot of sadistic qualities, but I am definitely not a cock-teaser! I've told you that you could lick my pussy if you wanted to, but that's as close as you'll ever get to fucking me. Just with your tongue, Mr. Rand, just tonguing my cunt!"
"Oh, hell, let's get out of here!" thundered
Victor, throwing a ten dollar bill onto the table and rising.
Gloria looked up at him with her lovely blue eyes, and he found it hard to remain angry with the gorgeous girl, particularly since his hard cock was pressing against his trousers, and it was dangerously close to her red, sensuous mouth. With a lightning-like movement, he pressed his bulging cock against her mouth, and she quickly turned her head away, leaving a red smear of lipstick across his light colored trousers.
With her eyes blazing, Gloria stood up, and her breasts thrust out in magnificent anger. "I don't think you'll ever get a chance to do that again, you dirty old man!"
Victor was remorseful, "I'm sorry, Gloria. But you looked so very beautiful with your red, wet lips that I couldn't help pushing my hard cock against it! I'm sorry!"
Gloria sneered, "I thought that old people had some measure of control over their emotions!"
"I ... I . . ." Victor floundered, his cock quickly softening from its bulging hardness at the biting insult at being called 'old' again by this beautiful young girl. "Oh, let's go home and have dinner with my wife and son!"
"Oh, you mean you still want me to meet your family?" caustically replied Gloria.
"More than ever now!" answered Victor. "I'd sure as hell like you to punish my son the way you've punished me!"
"Punished you?" whispered Gloria softly, "How do you figure that I've punished you?"
"Just by your cockteasing tactics," said Victor, taking her arm and starting to lead her out of the lounge.
"I told you I wasn't a cock-teaser, Mr. Rand. And you'll find out before the evening is over that I'm not! I'm just exactly what I said I was a girl who-likes to have her pussy licked by either a male or female and that's all! Now, if you think that's cockteasing, so be it!"
"We'll see," Victor whispered in her ear as he led her out of the cocktail lounge and hailed a cab, deciding to leave his own car in the garage where he usually parked it during office hours.
They were silent in the cab all the way to Victor's home, and when he paid off the cab driver and walked up to the front entrance to his home, he said, "No matter what happens tonight, I'll expect you to be on time at the office in the morning, understand?"
Gloria laughed heartily, "Yes, sir! There you are the boss!"
Victor laughed at her remark, and they were greeted at the door by Myrtle and Robert, who looked at each other quizzically at the sight of Victor and the young girl laughing heartily, and smelling of martinis.
Victor introduced his wife and son to Gloria, and they acknowledged the presentation with different attitudes.
Myrtle looked at the young girl with resentment, thinking that she was another of her husband's 'women'. But more than that, she resented the fact that Gloria was so young. Victor must be getting to be a real lecher, bringing home such a very young girl. But she was determined to be a lady, and she greeted Gloria with a formal, surface politeness which didn't escape Gloria's keen eyes.
With Robert, it was quite different! He took one look at the voluptuous figure of Gloria, her luscious breasts tauntingly tight in her nylon blouse. Her mini skirt revealed much of her lovely legs and some inner thighs. Her dusky nylon stockings and stilt-heeled pumps gave her underpinnings an enchanting foundation for the rest of her glorious figure. And her blonde hair, and blue eyes! She was a dream, and he felt himself getting excited.
Gloria quickly analyzed Myrtle as being a wife who was neglected, bitter and frustrated, but she was a handsome person, and very much of a lady. Just the kind of person her mother was. But Robert, there was a young man who made her heart beat faster. He was tall, handsome, and the soft black leather outfit he was wearing gave him a sinister look which appealed to her greatly. She smiled at him graciously, and held out her hand.
"I'm glad to meet you, Robert," she said musically.
"How do you do?" said Robert, feeling the warmth of her hand thrilling to his touch.
"Shall we all have a martini before dinner?" suggested Myrtle.
"That's a good idea!" said Victor heartily.
"Thank you, Mrs. Rand, I'd like that!" said Gloria, smiling graciously at Myrtle.
Myrtle thought to herself that Gloria was a lovely, well-bred young girl, and she melted a little. "We can have the drinks in the play-room," she said, leading the way down the corridor towards the room in which the bar was kept.
The four entered the playroom, a warm, cozy room filled with comfortable lounges and chairs. A thick carpet on the floor blended with the color scheme and soft, pastel colors of the walls and drapes. A few original oil paintings were tastefully arranged, and fresh flowers were scattered around the room.
"What a lovely room!" enthused Gloria. "It's so cozy and friendly looking!"
"Thank you, my dear," graciously replied
Myrtle. "We find it a relaxing room, my son and I!"
Victor was aware of the exclusion of his name, and he quickly attempted to cover it up by saying, "Myrtle and Robert are very close. I'm afraid I'm not home enough to enjoy the comforts of this room too often! Shall I mix the drinks?"
Robert and Myrtle exchanged glances at the mention which Victor had made to their being very close, and they smiled a secret type of smile. It didn't escape Gloria's notice, and she remembered Victor saying that his son was a Mama's Boy. Well, he didn't look too much like a Mama's Boy to her all handsome and devilish-looking in his black leather outfit. He looked to be more of a man than his father!
"Won't you sit down, Gloria?" offered Robert, gesturing to a sofa which was long enough to accommodate all four of them.
"Thank you," replied Gloria, sitting down in the center of the sofa, making sure her mini skirt didn't ride as high as she had allowed it to go in the bar and the office in front of Victor. But there was still enough of her white thighs showing above the dusky nylons to attract the gaze of both Myrtle and Robert.
They sat down, one on each side of her, and both had their thoughts about the lovely, voluptuous young girl.
So did Victor, who had gone behind the bar and was busying himself with mixing the martinis. He thought what a wonderful joke it was on his son to meet a girl who only liked to have her cunt lapped. If his son had any sort of manhood at all, he'd rape the girl. If he did not have the type of manhood Victor hoped he had, the boy would suffer some sort of punishment. What, Victor wasn't clear about, even in his own mind. All he knew was that he had brought home a young girl and they would have drinks and dinner, and he'd be able to observe just how his son got along with girls. Dimly, he remembered that he was going to get Lynn to help him, but Gloria had been more available, and he chuckled to himself, anticipating an evening of observing the two young people.
He finished making the martinis, and put them into glasses on a tray and came out from behind the bar to the trio on the couch. He offered them the drinks, lowering the tray so that they could more easily reach the glasses, completely unaware of the slash of red lipstick smeared across the front of his trousers.
But both Myrtle and Robert noticed the smear, and their reactions were totally opposite.
Robert found another reason for hating his father. He had brought home a beautiful young girl who had obviously just finished sucking his cock, and was careless enough to have left lipstick smears on the front of his father's pants. That made the girl an easy target for him. If she had sucked his father's cock, she would suck his. But he resented his father's sadistic cruelty in bringing the girl home for his mother to entertain and be polite to.
Myrtle's thoughts were different. Ever since Lynn's introduction of lesbianism to her earlier in the day, her pussy and mouth had been desperate for another sweet juicy cunt to lick, and to be licked in return. She knew that Gloria had smeared Victor's pants with her lipstick, so that at least she liked to suck cocks. That would make her available to suck pussy. She was determined that she would find some way to get at the sweet young girl's pussy that evening and suck on it as she had done with Lynn.
"What sort of man is my husband to work with, Gloria?" asked Myrtle with a smile.
Gloria sipped her drink slowly, and then turned her big blue eyes to Myrtle to reply. "Well, Mr. Rand is . . ."
She was interrupted by the hasty shouting of Victor, who had just discovered the smear of lipstick on his pants. He purposely spilled his drink on his pants, and swore, "Damn! I'm sorry, but I have to change my trousers. I've spilled my drink. And if you're going to talk about me, I might just as well be out of the room. You go ahead and enjoy your drinks while I change my clothes!" He beat a hasty and embarrassed retreat.
Robert turned to Gloria and said with a polite sarcasm, "Was that your lipstick on Dad's pants?"
Myrtle gasped at her son's lapse in manners, but secretly she was pleased that he had asked the question. She wanted to know just how the blonde lovely girl would answer.
Gloria turned slowly to Robert, her big blue eyes darting fire.
"Yes, it is!" she said firmly.
"Wasn't that just a little careless of you, Gloria?" asked Myrtle with just a touch of sarcasm.
"It wasn't careless of me, Mrs. Rand," retorted Gloria firmly. "Your husband and I had a drink in a bar, and he stood up while I was still seated and his bulging cock got in the way of my mouth!"
"Accidentally?" asked Robert, his voice filled with doubt and disbelief.
"No, not by accident! Your father thought it would be great fun to rub his erection across my mouth!"
"And I suppose you didn't like it?" scoffed Myrtle.
"No, Mrs. Rand, I didn't! I don't suck cocks!" said Gloria frankly.
"What a pity!" said Robert, looking down at her lovely red mouth with lecherous intent. "I've got a cock that is just begging to be put into a warm, eager mouth!"
"Well, you'll have to find that mouth somewheres else, Robert!" said Gloria. "I've never sucked a cock, nor have I ever had a cock in my cunt!"
"My dear girl," scoffed Myrtle, "don't tell me that you're a nice, clean virgin?"
Gloria smiled at Myrtle, and the older woman's heart raced with an unexpected surge of desire. "Mrs. Rand, I don't mind discussing sucking cocks and fucking over a cocktail with anybody. I believe that any discussion of sex should be frank and open and above board, not something to be whispered about dirtily in some corner!"
"You haven't answered Mommy's question yet, Gloria," insisted Robert, putting a hand on the blonde's thigh.
Gloria looked down at Robert's hand, and then back up at him. She made no attempt to remove his hand. "No, I haven't, Robert. But don't you think the question was asked in a rather sarcastic way?"
Myrtle quickly put her hand on the girl's other thigh in a gesture of appeasement. "Oh, Gloria, I didn't mean to be sarcastic! Forgive me if I sounded that way to you. It's just hard for me to believe that with you admitting that it was your lipstick on my husband's pants that you'd be a virgin!"
Gloria looked at Myrtle's anxious gaze, and then down at her hand and Robert's hand on her thighs. "I don't quite know what this is all about, but I sure as hell want to find out!"
"What do you mean?" asked Robert, running his fingers tantalizingly along the girl's nylons, feeling the soft, silky fabric sensuous under his touch.
"Well, your Dad invites me to come here to meet his son. Then, I'm pawed by him in a public place. Now, I'm being pawed by his wife and son at the same time! Are you all trying to make me?"
Myrtle and Robert exchanged quick glances of embarrassment.
"Well?" demanded Gloria, "let's not be shy about any perversion you two might have!"
"What!" exclaimed Myrtle.
"How'd you guess?" said Robert.
"Bobby!" cried his mother, "please!"
"Oh, Mrs. Rand, don't be so old-fashioned and embarrassed. I may be very young, but I sure know what the score is. Robert here doesn't wear leather for nothing. He's got some sort of fetish, I'm sure. And your hand on my thigh isn't there for social drinking reasons!"
"Mommy!" cried Robert blissfully, "isn't she wonderful? She says just what she thinks. I like that!"
"Thanks, Bobby!" replied Gloria.
"I do, too," said Myrtle hesitantly, "but where do we go from here? What do we admit to in front of a stranger?"
"Oh, Mommy, Lynn was a stranger to you this morning, and just look at the wonderful way we three got along!"
"Lynn? Who's Lynn?" asked Gloria.
"Oh, she's a beautiful blonde, just like you!" enthused Bobby.
Gloria giggled with merriment, "Oh, I'm not really a blonde! I'm a redhead! See?" She lifted her mini-skirt and showed her red pubic hairs to the delighted Myrtle and Robert.
"What a beautiful cunt you've got!" exclaimed Robert.
"Lovely!" agreed Myrtle, avidly licking her lips.
Gloria pulled down her skirt, hiding her treasure from the eyes which were devouring her. "That's as far as I'll go right now with you two!"
"How far will you go later?" demanded Robert, reaching for her mini-skirt to raise it and get another view of the lovely pink slit which had so attracted him.
"She's right, Bobby!" said Myrtle. "Victor will be back any moment and I don't want him to see anything which will give him any more of a whip hand than he already has!"
"Has he got some hold on you, Mrs. Rand?" asked Gloria curiously, slapping Bobby's hand.
"Oh, I fucked a man years ago, and Victor found out about it and he's never touched me since!" said Myrtle sadly.
"Oh, the monster!" said Gloria. "Why, that's absolutely atrocious! He should either have forgiven you, or divorced you. To live in the same house with a woman and not suck her lovely pussy and give her lots of loving is a crime which I cannot condone!"
Myrtle's eyes lighted up, "You like pussy sucking?"
"Yes, very much!" admitted Gloria.
Robert and his mother again exchanged knowing glances.
"I've got a great idea, Mommy!" said Robert happily.
"What?" asked his mother, eyeing him dubiously.
"Let's call Lynn, and go over to her house and have a party! You know, just like the one we had this morning, and maybe Harry can join in! I'm sure he'd like that!"
"Harry?" asked Gloria with apprehension. "Who and what does Harry do? How does he fit into this picture?"
"Never mind," said Robert, going to the phone and dialing a number. "Just let's get out of the house before Dad comes back!"
"That's alright with me," agreed Gloria. "From what I've had to go through with him, he'd probably put a damper on anything I'd like to do! He's so old!"
"Hello, Lynn?" said Bobby into the phone, "This is Bobby Rand...how are you?"
"Bobby!" cried Lynn over the phone. "What's on your perverted mind?"
Bobby laughed gleefully and looked at his mother and Gloria. "Oh, we'd like to come over to your place, if you're not too busy!"
"Who's we?" demanded Lynn.
"Mother and Gloria...Gloria's a beautiful young blonde with a red-crowned pussy! And she's gorgeous!" replied Bobby.
"Well, come on over!" ecstatically invited Lynn. "My date has been cancelled tonight, and Harry and I were sitting around staring at each other, wondering what to do!"
"Oh, goody," cried Bobby, "I was going to ask you about Harry. Tell him to be sure and wait there for me!" he insisted eagerly, feeling his buttocks with his hand, anticipating the savage and sadistic whipping Harry had administered which had given him such wonderful, erotic pain-pleasure.
"Don't worry about Harry being here!" replied Lynn, "He's done nothing but talk about your smooth, lovely ass and your gargantuan cock since you left here!"
"We'll be right over!" said Bobby happily.
"Hurry!" cried Lynn. "Both of us will be waiting!"
"Goodbye, Lynn!" said Bobby, hanging up the phone, then turning to the two females on the couch, he said rapturously, "Lynn and Harry will be ready for us when we get there!"
"Let's go!" cried Myrtle, eagerly rising and pulling the slightly reluctant Gloria by the arm.
"I'm not sure, Myrtle," said Gloria hesitantly, "I'd like to know just exactly what I'm going to get into!"
"You'll find out soon enough!" cried Robert, excitedly grabbing Gloria's other arm and hustling her out of the room towards the garage.
"We'll take Mommy's car instead of my motorcycle!" said Bobby.
"That makes sense," quipped Gloria. "I have a vision of three of us riding on a motorcycle!"
"Some day I'll take you for a ride just the two of us you'll love the saddle! It's made of the loveliest leather!"
"I knew you had a fetish for leather, Bobby!" crowed Gloria.
"He's just a very sensitive boy, Gloria," said Myrtle protectively.
"That's all right, Myrtle," replied Gloria, "I love sensitive men! They've got a lot of feminine instincts which I admire!"
They clambered into Myrtle's Lincoln and were backing out of the garage when Victor came back to the playroom and discovered them gone. He heard the car, and swore loudly, and crossed to the bar and fixed himself a long, tall straight drink.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The giant Harry was absolutely delighted that Bobby was coming over with his mother and a young girl. He enthused blissfully to Lynn, "We'll both get a lot of fun out of this visit, won't we, honey girl?"
Lynn agreed whole-heartedly, "Oooohhhh, I'm so excited! I don't know which wonderful goody to start on first: Bobby and his flavorful gargantuan cock, or . . ."
"Never mind starting on Bobby first, honey!" threatened Harry, looking at Lynn with a fierce glare. "Bobby-boy is for me! He is just my kind of fellow ... he loves leather, he loves to be whipped, and he loves to be tied up and tormented and tortured! And you know very well how all that excites me!"
"I know, darling," soothed Lynn. "But there's enough goodies on the way for all of us to be very, very satiated. You take Bobby first if you want to. I'll make my own decision about Myrtle and the girl after I see the girl!"
They bustled around the room, tidying up the place, making sure that everything looked presentable. Harry checked his rack of whips, making sure they were handy, and that enough ropes were available in case the upcoming orgy demanded it. He ran his hands lovingly over his collection of whips, almost like a man would fondle a woman's breast.
"How are you going to dress, Harry?" asked Lynn, completely naked, her big breasts jiggling with excitement.
Harry looked at her casually, and shrugged his shoulders. "Well, you know best how to greet your female guests. I know that I'm going to greet Bobby in a tiger skin!"
"Oh, Harry! That's wonderful! You haven't worn that tiger skin outfit in a very long time. You look real vicious and cruel in that, and it shows your beautiful body off magnificently. I just love the way your cock sticks out at the bottom when you get hard. It looks so cute!"
Harry laughed and agreed, "I do look kinda mean and cruel in that tiger skin, don't I? Well, that's the way I feel when I beat somebody. Not everybody, but Bobby has the loveliest body to flagellate that I want to look like something special to him!"
"You will, honey, you will!" replied Lynn enthusiastically. "I hope the girl they're bringing is just as attractive to me as Bobby is to you!"
"Well, good luck, honey," responded Harry, turning back to his whips lovingly.
"You, too, darling!" said Lynn. "But you haven't told me what I should wear!"
Harry turned his head and said thoughtfully, "Why don't you wear long leather gloves, preferably black, and black panties and bra, with dusky nylons and very high-heeled shoes! That ought to knock their libido into a cocked hat!"
Lynn laughed uproariously, "Oh, Harry, you make the funniest remarks! I just love you're being around! One of these days, we ought to get married, just for the hell of it!"
Harry looked at her with surprise, "Why should we get married? Aren't things going along just fine as they are?"
"Sure, Harry, sure! But we could give each other a respectable front. I could get you boy friends, and you can get me girls!"
"Hell, we're doing that now without being married!" said Harry.
"Yeah, but we're not getting the kind of people we could if we were married. There're all sorts of wild couples who could be our friends if we were married!"
"Well, we'll talk about that some other time! I want to get myself into the mood for tonight's fun and all this talk about marriage isn't putting me in the proper frame of mind! So, shut up and get into your sexy underthings!"
"Aw, Harry!" pouted Lynn.
"If you're not quiet, I'll use my favorite whip on your milk white bottom before our guests come!" threatened Harry, his face clouding with anger.
Lynn trembled deliriously at the threat, and she was tempted to further taunt him so that he would carry out his whipping threat it might turn out to be the arousement she needed for a full-fledged orgy, but a look at the clock told her they didn't have time. Bobby and Myrtle and the new blonde girl would be here very shortly. So, she hastily started putting on her softest black gloves first. Harry looked at her, completely naked otherwise, and he smiled broadly.
"Honey, you look like an artiste the way you're putting on those long gloves! The black against your white voluptuous, sensuous skin is gorgeous!"
"Wait until I get my black bra and high-heeled shoes on! That ought to knock them dead!" replied Lynn, finishing the putting on of the armpit length black gloves, and shaking her body violently. Her breasts swung wildly from side to side and her buttocks juggled with an exciting motion.
"Honey," admired Harry, starting to get into his tiger skin outfit, "for a girl, you are marvelously attractive! Maybe we should get married, like you say!"
"Oh, Harry!" thrilled Lynn, "you'd never be sorry! I'd get you all the lovely boys to whip and fuck in the ass, and ..."
Harry laughed, "Honey, if you don't stop shaking your ass so much right now, I'm going to put my prick right up your cute little rectum and fuck the hell out of you!"
"I dare you to!" taunted Lynn, shaking her body again, this time with more sensuousness.
Harry dropped the tiger skin and started to move menacingly towards her. "You asked for it!" he said, his prick hard and swollen.
Lynn squealed with delight, as she wrapped her gloved arms around her otherwise naked body. She looked up at the huge giant and slowly turned her back on him, bending over to present her buttocks to him for his pleasure.
Harry looked at the smooth, fully rounded, fleshy buttocks, with her tiny anus peeking out from between the twin mounds, and his pulse raced with lecherous desire. To him, there was nothing more thrilling than a tiny, sweet ass-hole to put his prick into, whether it belonged to a man or a girl, it didn't matter. Sodomy and flagellation were his two greatest pleasures, and the buttocks were the central point for both.
He approached the bent over Lynn, and grabbed her waist as his rigid penis rubbed up against her anus between the soft, trembling cheeks. "Oh, honey, you've got the most enchanting bottom!" he whispered huskily, squeezing her hips with his huge hands viciously.
Lynn sighed with happiness. "Harry, I just love you to tell me those sweet things!"
"I am going ..." began Harry, but the rest of his sentence was cut off by the ringing of the front door bell. "Oh, hell! Our guests are here already!"
"Let's not answer it, Harry," huskily replied Lynn, her arms reaching behind her and grasping his rigid prick and squeezing it firmly. "Shove your big prick up my ass!"
Harry's giant frame was shaking violently. He wanted so very much to plunge his cock into the moist, hot anus of his girl, but the damn bell kept ringing and distracting him. "God damn it! I can't get into your ass with that bell ringing! Go answer it while I put on my tiger skin! I'll fuck you later on!"
"Awww, Harry!" moaned Lynn, straightening up reluctantly. "Now I wish they hadn't been invited!"
"Go answer the door!" commanded Harry.
"I'll just throw on a robe and ..."
Harry laughed, and he interrupted her. "No, don't put anything else on. Just go to the door with those long black gloves on, and nothing more!"
Lynn giggled, "That ought to shake them out of their boots! I'll do it!"
"Good girl!" said Harry, approvingly slapping her affectionately on the buttocks, and leaving his hand print spread across both smooth, white cheeks.
"Ouch!" laughed Lynn. "That stung! Oh, I'm looking forward to feeling your big prick in me later on!"
"You'll get it, don't worry, honey! Go on now, answer the door and greet our guests. I'll be right with you!" ordered Harry.
Lynn made an exotic picture as she went to the front door. Attired only in high-heeled shoes and long armpit length gloves, the rest of her voluptuous body glowing nakedly, she opened the door wide and stood back to let her guests get a good look at her.
Myrtle and Bobby and Gloria were startled by the appearance of Lynn in her sensuous, exhibitionistic fleshiness.
"Good evening!" Lynn greeted formally, bowing slightly, her large breasts hanging enticingly away from her ribcage, and then bouncing as she straightened. "Come in!"
Of the three guests, Gloria was the quickest to recover from the sight of the almost naked, voluptuous hostess, and she greeted Lynn by introducing herself. "Good evening, Lynn! My name's Gloria! My, you are a vision in your black gloves and high-heeled shoes! You have a most enchanting figure!"
Lynn beamed at the compliment from the equally beautiful Gloria, whose figure looked every bit as voluptuous as her own. "Thank you, Gloria. I'd like to see your figure!"
"I'm sure that can be arranged," smiled Gloria, her eyes focusing on Lynn's blonde pubic hairs. "But you'll find that my blonde hair is only on my head!"
"Yeah," finally said Bobby, recovering enough to speak. The sight of Lynn had given him an instant erection, particularly the leather armpit length gloves. He wondered how her hands would feel sliding along his cock with those beautiful gloves on.
"Bobby and Myrtle!" greeted Lynn, turning away from Gloria. "It's nice to see you again so soon!"
"We just had to come and see you, darling!" cooed Myrtle, her eyes also shining with lecherous desire at the sight of the carnal Lynn.
"I'm glad you did, and thank you for bringing this lovely young creature with you. She's adorable!"
Gloria flushed at the compliment. "I I'm not completely at ease in this kind of situation!"
Lynn put her gloved hand on Gloria's arm. "Well, I'll fix us all a drink and maybe that'll relax you so that you can be yourself!"
She turned from the trio and walked sensuously to the bar, and started to mix drinks. The three looked at Lynn as she walked, and all three got an excitement from the fascinating way her buttocks wiggled and jiggled.
Gloria turned to Bobby, and noticed that his gargantuan cock had risen to a hugh bulge inside his black leather pants. She watched with fascination as it throbbed and pulsated wildly under the leather. Her pulse raced madly, and she wondered if she was turning in her preference for girls. Well, she'd find out tonight! A smile of anticipation made her lovely face light up.
Bobby caught her gaze, and he crossed over to her and whispered softly, "I notice you admiring my erection! Do you want to see it?"
Gloria was startled, but recovered her composure quickly. "N-no, not right away, Bobby! Let's find out what our hostess has in mind before we begin anything on our own!"
"What are you two whispering about?" asked Myrtle, feeling left out of things.
"Oh, I'll bet they're wondering what sort of kook I am!" giggled Lynn.
"Oh, no, we're not!" replied Gloria quickly. "We we are talking about about Bobby's erection!" She almost gulped the last words out in a flushed embarrassment.
Myrtle and Lynn looked at Bobby's wildly waving erection under his leather pants, and both of them laughed merrily.
"My son has a gargantuan cock!" boasted Myrtle.
"He sure has!" agreed Lynn, wetting her lips with her tongue. "It is the biggest cock I've ever seen! Don't you think so, Gloria?"
"I I've never seen it!" admitted Gloria shyly.
Both Lynn and Myrtle squealed with delight at the girl's sudden shyness, and Lynn rushed out from behind the bar, calling to Myrtle:
"Pass the drinks around, Myrtle. I'm going to show Gloria what a beautiful monster Bobby's got!"
Her high-heeled shoes making her entire body jiggle voluptuously, Lynn hurried to Bobby and threw her gloved arms around him and kissed him lecherously on the mouth, her naked body pressing its heated pussy against his throbbing cock. Bobby felt Lynn's tongue penetrate deep into his mouth, and he responded by licking her tongue in return. He pushed his palpitating penis against her pussy and could feel the moist heat seep through his leather pants onto his swollen cock.
Gloria stared at the pair and absent-mindedly took the drink which Myrtle offered her. Then she felt Myrtle's hand caressing her breast, and she turned quickly to look into the older woman's lust-filled eyes.
"W-what are you doing, Myrtle?" Gloria asked, her senses reeling from the earlier drinks, the present sight of Bobby and the exquisitely naked Lynn, and now the hand of Myrtle on her breast.
"I'm making love to you, Gloria!" huskily whispered Myrtle. "I want to suck your red-haired cunt! Ooohhhh, your breast is so warm, so lovely. I'd love to put my mouth on it, too!"
Gloria looked around, her head spinning with the unaccustomed licentiousness of the entire scene. Never had she had her cunt sucked with a third person in the room. And now there were four people in the room! "Oh, no, not in front of other people, Myrtle! I just couldn't do it!"
"Oh, Gloria," breathed Myrtle, running her hot hand up and down the trembling body of Gloria, "They won't notice. See how busy they are!" She pointed to Lynn and Bobby.
Lynn, by this time, was on her knees in front of Bobby and was trying to unzip his fly. Her gloved fingers fumbled clumsily as Bobby stood still, his eyes closed in rapture.
Gloria was fascinated by the sight. "I I want to watch them, Myrtle," she whispered to the passionate woman who was pinching and tweaking the flesh of her titties.
"You watch, and I'll kneel down in front of you and lick your pussy while you're watching! Alright?"
"Oh, yes, yes!" cried Gloria, spreading her legs as wide as she could, but still keeping her eyes riveted on Lynn's actions. Lynn had finally managed to unzip Bobby's fly, and was fumbling inside his leather pants, trying to capture the flailing monster and bring it out into the open.
Myrtle, with a squeal of delight, dropped to her knees, and put her head under Gloria's mini-skirt and pulled the fragrant, heated pussy of the young girl to her voracious mouth. At the touch of her lips, Gloria almost spilled her drink. She gulped it down and threw the glass onto the sofa, and put her hands onto Myrtle's head under her skirt to steady herself. She trembled violently, feeling the wet tongue of Myrtle exploring the pouting cunt-lips, exciting her almost beyond endurance.
Myrtle breathed in the exotic fragrance of the moist cunt, and for the second time that day, she felt more lesbian than normal. She had been introduced by Lynn to the exotic and erotic act of licking cunt, and she compared the flavor of the blonde Lynn's pussy to the red-haired cunt of Gloria. Both were delicious. Both had their separate and individual flavors. But there was an added quality to the wanton and carnal position she was now in: on her knees, under the mini-skirt which kept the odor of the young girl's body more potently flowing through her nostrils.
Then, Gloria almost leaped under Myrtle's licking tongue as she saw Lynn extract the tremendously long and gigantic prick out of Bobby's leather pants.
"My God in heaven, is that cock real?" she whispered, her senses reeling with exquisite delight at the sight. Never had she seen anything so monstrous, so long, so thick, and beautiful. Lynn's gloved fingers, slid along the shaft in a tantalizing motion. To Gloria, the sight of the naked Lynn kneeling so lecherously in front of the fully-dressed Bobby, her long leather gloves sliding in black contrast to the swollen redness of the gargantuan prick, was hypnotic. She couldn't take her eyes away from the sight, and Myrtle's insistent tonguing of her cunt gave her an added lewdness.
Gloria watched Lynn place the monsterous cock between her immense breasts, capturing part of it in the valley. With her black gloved hands, she massaged her own breasts against the cock, and then placed the cock-head into her red mouth. Gloria shivered with delight at the erotic sight. The lovely Lynn licked her long tongue along the shaft of Bobby's prick, making sure that they were still being massaged by her fleshy, coral-tipped titties. The expression on Bobby's face was one of complete rapture, and she could understand why. It was such a lovely, wanton, lecherous act! For a fleeting moment, she wanted to exchange places with Lynn, but the moment was rudely and terribly shattered by the cracking sound of a whip!
"How dare you start without me?" yelled Harry.
Gloria looked at the giant in the tiger skin outfit, his cruel face savage in its barbaric splendor. Bobby opened his eyes in frightened horror, and Lynn leaped to her feet, every muscle in her body quivering with joy at the game she knew Harry was playing.
"I'm sorry, Harry," she said, pretending to be quaking with fear. "But I was only showing Gloria how big Bobby's cock is!"
Harry looked at Gloria disdainfully. He laughed at Myrtle under the mini-skirt, licking furiously at Gloria's hot pussy. "Welcome to our home, Gloria!" he said caustically. "I see you're being taken care of insofar as your needs are concerned!" He pointed the whip at the kneeling figure of Myrtle.
"Y-yes, sir!" replied Gloria, shivering with both fright and lust at the same time.
"Now, we've got to take care of Bobby's needs, don't we, Bobby-Boy?" said Harry, turning back to the shivering lad.
"I-I am at your service, Harry!" said Bobby, his knees knocking with violent anticipation of the first blow of the whip which would send him into the rapture and ecstasy he wanted and needed so desperately to receive.
"You bet you are!" sneered Harry, cracking the whip in the air with a savage gesture. "But, I don't want to ruin two of your beautiful leather outfits in one day, Bobby! Why don't you take off that lovely black outfit and let me see if you have any bruises from this morning on your gorgeous body!"
Gloria could hardly contain her curiosity in seeing Bobby stripped naked. She, although the lesbian licking by Myrtle was still continuing, wanted the whole of Bobby's cock and balls visible to her beginning awareness. "Save some for me!" cried Lynn.
"You go and take care of our new guest, Lynn!" commanded Harry, pointing his whip at Gloria.
"But Myrtle's sucking her cunt now, Harry!" protested Lynn, putting her black gloved hands on her own pussy. "And my pussy's burning up with need!"
"Well, our guest has a pair of titties, hasn't she?" informed Harry caustically. "Suck on them until I'm through with Bobby-Boy!"
"All right, Harry, anything you say!" meekly responded Lynn as she quickly crossed to Gloria and put her gloved hands on the girl's titties and started to squeeze them and tweak their nipples. "I'd rather you didn't have so many clothes on, darling!" she breathed in Gloria's pink ear.
"T-take them off if you want to, Lynn!" said Gloria huskily, her eyes rivetted on the actions of Bobby and Harry.
Lynn started removing Gloria's clothes, just as Bobby got off the last article of his leather outfit. Gloria gasped at the sight of the nude Bobby. His balls hung low under his gargantuan cock, their sacs obviously loaded with a tremendous amount of sperm. They were the size of avocados, a fruit which Gloria loved. She licked her lips nervously, feeling Lynn tugging her own clothes off, and Myrtle still on her knees between her legs, sucking madly, furiously at her burning cunt. Gloria breathed harder and harder, her passions rising to an unprecedented height. Her lovely blue eyes were filled with tears of joy at the wild, erotic happenings, and she trembled as Lynn caressed her naked breasts with the gloved fingers. The leather felt different than flesh, and she understood a little better why Bobby wore leather outfits, and was even now looking forward to being leather-whipped. The sensation of leather against her breasts gave her a sexual experience which she had never known, and she pushed Lynn's hands against her breasts in a mad, wild, abandoned desire to get as much of the leather feeling as she could stand. "Ooohhh, that feels so goooood!" she moaned. "Those gloves against my breasts are delightful!"
"You like the feeling, honey?" slyly asked Lynn, kissing the neck of Gloria in a wet kiss.
"Ohhh, that's so wonderful! I'm going to come in Myrtle's mouth! I'm so hot and horny, I've got to come!" she screamed and her legs shook and trembled and she almost fell to the floor. Lynn held her up, kissing and sucking the titties, her gloved hands under her arms.
Myrtle almost gagged at the amount of come she swallowed from the spurting cunt of Gloria. She threw her arms around the girl's bottom, steadying her, feeling the exquisite fullness of the rounded flesh and the thrilling hot fiery sperm shooting into her willing mouth.
Harry laughed and told Bobby, "You sure brought a hot one with you, Bobby-Boy! Look, she's already coming!"
Bobby, his huge cock eager for Harry's punishment, reluctantly turned his head and saw Gloria's final spasms of delightful orgasm. What a beautiful girl she is when she is having an orgasm, he thought. But what I want right now is a taste of Harry's leather whip.
"She's torrid," agreed Bobby to Harry. "But are you going to just stand there all evening with that wonderful weapon in your hand and not do anything with it?"
"You be quiet, Boy!" thundered Harry, his mood changing quickly. He lashed out with the whip and caught Bobby across the buttocks in a vicious lash.
"Oooowwww!" cried out Bobby in a pain-pleasure tone.
Gloria thought she had expelled her last drop of sperm into Myrtle's voracious mouth, but the sight of Bobby being whipped gave her another fiery spurt of sperm, shaking her whole body violently and ecstatically.
"Did I hurt you, Bobby-Boy?" asked Harry sarcastically, his own passion rising at the sight of the boy's immense cock throbbing and flailing in mid-air. The tiger skin bulged with his erection, and he rubbed his hand lecherously on it.
"Yes, but don't stop, Harry! I love it!" moaned Bobby, rubbing his buttocks in exquisite pain.
"So do I, Boy! So do I!" cried Harry savagely, as he lifted the whip and lashed it against Bobby's buttocks for the second time.
"Ouch!" cried Bobby, tears of pleasure-pain coming into his eyes and he did a little dance of rapture, his gargantuan cock thrashing against his belly.
Gloria watched in utter fascination and joy. The sight of the naked Bobby was beautiful! She turned her eyes to Harry, who was magnificent in his tiger skin, his own cock bulging the stripes. She could feel Myrtle's tongue leaving her hot pussy, and Lynn ceased sucking on her titty.
"Did you like to see Bobby beaten, Gloria, honey?" whispered Lynn lecherously.
"Oh, it was pure joy!" cried Gloria. "I'd love to beat him with a whip myself!"
"Maybe you'll get a chance!" said Lynn. "After Harry gets through with his fun!"
"What's he going to do?" asked Gloria.
"I don't know what he'll do this time, honey," replied Lynn. "He might shove his prick into Bobby's ass-hole and fuck him. Or he might keep on whipping him until he has an orgasm!"
"You mean he can have an orgasm just by whipping somebody?" asked Gloria in surprise.
"Sure, he can! Haven't you ever known about sadistic people and their violent orgasms just by flagellation?"
"No, I never have!" said Gloria. "I'd sure like to try my hand at it and find out if it would have the same effect on me!"
Harry roared with sadistic irritation, "What in hell are you girls talking about? You're spoiling all my fun by being so loud!"
"Sorry, Harry!" said Lynn contritely.
"I'd like to try that whip, Harry!" said Gloria, holding out her hand for the long, black leather whip in Harry's hand.
"You bitch!" cried Harry in complete anger as he lashed the whip out and came down heavily and ferociously onto Gloria's hand.
"Oooowwww!" yelped Gloria, leaping back and making Myrtle fall down on the floor, and Lynn stumbled away from her side. "What did you whip me for?" she cried out in pain.
"Because you spoiled my fun with Bobby! I was just about to have an orgasm; you spoiled it!" snapped Harry. "Lynn, you and Myrtle tie her up and put a gag in her mouth so that I won't be interrupted in my fun again!"
"You'll do nothing of the sort!" screamed Gloria, backing away from the advancing Lynn.
"Shut her up and tie her so that she can't move!" ordered Harry, now completely disgusted with the females. They had distracted him from his glorious flagellation of the beautiful Bobby, and he was absolutely furious.
Lynn, her large coral-tipped breasts heaving breathlessly, grabbed Gloria in a vise-like embrace. "Don't protest, honey," she whispered warningly in Gloria's ear, "or that giant man of mine might just decide it would be more fun to whip your beautiful luscious white body to a bloody mess!"
"He wouldn't dare lash me!" said Gloria.
"Don't be so sure, honey. As far as Harry is concerned, he can get his kicks either way boys or girls. So he might whip off those beautiful nipples from your luscious titties!"
Gloria ceased struggling instantly as she clutched her breasts and felt her erect nipples quickly, imagining what they would be like if they were whipped off. She shuddered violently.
Myrtle, her face and cheeks smeared with Gloria's sperm and her own lipstick, licked her lips as she sat up and surveyed the wild, erotic, Bacchanalian scene: Harry was directing her naked son to move farther away from the girls so that he might get a better whipping position and Bobby was fearfully and hurriedly obeying the giant. Lynn, her armpit length black gloves and high-heeled shoes still her only attire, had her beautiful rump facing her, and she was struggling with Gloria in an attempt to tie her up. But there was nothing available to imprison the blonde Gloria.
Myrtle quickly and eagerly gathered up Bobby's leather jacket and pants and offered to help Lynn tie up the fearful Gloria with the leather clothing.
Lynn, holding one hand over Gloria's mouth so that she couldn't cry out and further distract her giant man from his pleasure, nodded silently to Myrtle and the two began to twist and tie the soft sleeve of the jacket around Gloria's wrists.
While they were continuing to truss up the helpless young beauty, Harry was lightly whipping Bobby, tantalizingly, cruelly, sadistically. He flicked his whip expertly over various portions of the boy, his face reflecting his sadistic joy at the sound of each flick.
Bobby was in an extreme, rapturous agony of pleasure-pain. The light lashes were more exquisitely tingling and tormenting to his nervous system than the harsh, severe blows of the whip. He loved the hurt, the pain, the fierce sadistic cruelty on the face of the giant.
"Does that make you hurt, Bobby-Boy?" asked Harry fiercely.
"Y-yes, Harry!" moaned Bobby, clutching his gargantuan cock in his hands with an intense expression on his face.
"Good hurt?" insisted Harry, licking his lips and surveying the lovely rounded bottom of the boy.
"Y-yes, Harry! It feels good! Whip me some more! I love to be whipped by you!" cried Bobby, his eyes pleading and begging for more torture and pain.
"And I love to whip you, you big cock! You big prick! You lovely boy!" whispered Harry as he flicked the whip expertly through the air and it landed on Bobby's hands which were still around his cock.
"Owwww!" cried Bobby, taking his hands away from his swollen, immense prick, allowing Harry to view it with the great pleasure he derived from the sight.
"Turn around, Bobby, so that I can spank that sweet bottom of yours!" commanded Harry.
"Oh, yes!" cried Bobby as he whirled around with his back to Harry. He saw Myrtle and Lynn tying up the struggling Gloria, who had some sort of fabric stuffed into her mouth to keep her from crying out. Bobby was fascinated by the sight of Lynn's big breasts banging themselves against Gloria's titties as she tied up the girl. Four beautiful exquisitely molded breasts! His cock throbbed violently at the sight of the armpit length leather gloves on Lynn working against the smooth, satiny flesh of Gloria, tying his leather clothing around the girl's wrists and making sure they were fast. Then, he felt the lash of the whip against his bottom, and his nerves screamed with pleasure-pain and carnal lust. He didn't know whether to stand there and take more whip lashes, or to leap forward and plunge his gargantuan prick into the lovely, red-crowned cunt of the spread-eagled Gloria. He watched the lovely cunt-lips twitch and palpitate. Moisture gathered around the soft, inner thighs of the beautiful Gloria, and Bobby could contain himself no longer. He turned his head around and begged Harry to stop his whipping, that he'd had enough.
Harry was furious at the boy's pleas, and instead of halting his lashing, he redoubled them. Bobby screamed loudly now with the intense pain, and it became real torture and torment, and no longer the same exquisite pain-pleasure he had been experiencing.
"I want to fuck Gloria!" he cried out to Harry, "please stop that whipping!"
Harry's face turned all colors in his savage reaction to the boy's desire. To want to fuck a girl while he was still erect wasn't what he had in mind for the boy. His whip lashed out blindly and caught Bobby across both legs, tripping him to the floor in a heap. Harry pulled on the whip to disengage it from around Bobby's legs, and it caused Bobby to roll right over to the prone Gloria, his face directly over the red-haired crowned pussy. Without even thinking of the consequences, he put his arms around the tied, and spread legs of Gloria and buried his face deep into the moist cunt.
Gloria couldn't move, but at the touch of Bobby's mouth on her hot moist pussy, she wouldn't have moved even if she had been able to. His tongue flicked out and parted her cunt-lips and plunged deep into her womb, and Gloria felt ecstatic at the feeling of the thick, slippery membrane sliding in and out of her cunt-lips, almost impaling her with its length.
My god, she thought, what a long, juicy tongue he's got. Almost long enough to break my maidenhead! Then, the very thought of her maidenhead being broken by a tongue made her wild and carnal and lustful in the desire to find out if he could do it. She wiggled her hips as much as she could, trying to raise her buttocks from the floor to allow Bobby's tongue to penetrate her cunt deeper. She tried to call to him, but the gag in her mouth prevented her from doing any talking. All she could do was to moan passionately, and writhe with the delicious long tongue way up deep inside her hot cunt!
"Oh, Harry!" cried Lynn in sheer disappointment, "look at Bobby sucking Gloria's cunt! I wanted to lick her pussy! Get him away from that glorious pussy so I can get to it!"
Harry was disgusted by the sight of his victim going down on a girl. His cock went limp, and all desire to continue his flagellation fled his body. Only resentment and irritation remained.
"If you want pussy so badly, Lynn, get it yourself! You pull Bobby away from your eating pleasure, if you can! All my fun has been spoiled and I'm going to bed. To hell with you women! You're a pain in the ass, anyhow!"
With that last vulgar remark, the tiger-skin clad Harry turned on his heel and stalked out of the room.
Lynn and Myrtle watched him leave with mixed emotions. Lynn was on the verge of tears, her man having left her. She didn't know whether to stay in the room, pull Bobby's head from his voracious sucking of Gloria's cunt, or to follow her man. Her gloved hands fluttered helplessly, and her eyes were filled with unshed tears.
"Oh, Harry!" she moaned.
"Let him go, honey," whispered Myrtle, her own pussy hot at the sight of her son going down on the tied and gagged Gloria, and the exotically clad body of Lynn. "You and I can suck each other's cunts with tenderness and beauty!"
"Oh, to hell with you, Myrtle! I want my Harry!" cried Lynn and she ran from the room, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Don't go!" cried Myrtle beseechingly, as she watched the young blonde Lynn leave the room, her buttocks jiggling enticingly. "Don't leave me alone! I want to suck your cunt, your beautiful warm fragrant pussy!"
Lynn slammed the door loudly, and Myrtle closed her eyes with repressed desires coursing her blood stream.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The sounds of Bobby's mouth suctioning the cunt-lips of Gloria brought Myrtle to her senses. She looked at her son, his hands pinching and fondling Gloria's titties passionately, his face plunging in and out of the spread-eagled crotch.
"Bobby!" she called out desperately. "I need some attention paid to my pussy!"
Neither Gloria nor Bobby heard the plea, and Myrtle in a gesture of animal lust, plunged her fingers into her burning cunt and started to finger-fuck herself, watching her son's head slide up and down between the soft inner thighs of the heavily breathing Gloria.
But she found her fingers so inadequate after having had the hugeness of her son's prick inside her womb, and she disgustedly stopped her masturbation.
"Oh, Bobby, Gloria! My cunt's on fire! Do something!" she moaned in agony.
Bobby was in seventh heaven. The sweet flesh of Gloria was such a delectable, exotic flavor, and his tongue greedily swallowed her moisture, savoring the taste trickle down his throat. He moaned in ecstasy. This was glorious, particularly after the whipping he had just received from Harry. His whole body tingled and he could feel his gargantuan cock thumping wildly against the carpeting and his belly. His mouth opened wider, and he sucked in a whole mouthful of Gloria's lovely cunt, taking as much of the lips in as possible. He could feel her sweet body trembling under his nibbling and tonguing, and he moved his hands down her soft body, past her smooth belly, and then he felt the wispy tendrils of hair which were a different color than the hair on her head.
Gloria was going through a variety of wild, carnal, lustful thoughts. Bobby's tongue was so long and gave her so much intense passion that her whole body demanded more and more of the sucking.
She wanted to scream out for Bobby to lick her deeper, shove his long long tongue way up inside her burning womb, but the gag in her mouth stopped her. She writhed and pushed her ass up, trying to get more of the exquisite, slithering tongue into her cunt-lips and against her clitoris.
Bobby's hands went under her buttock cheeks, and he pulled on them to enable his face to be buried deeper in the fragrant cunt. His fingers touched her tiny anus, and both of them reacted. Gloria leaped upwards at the touch of his finger on her anus, and Bobby's mouth was filled with more cunt!
Myrtle was going crazy with savage need. She saw her son's face wet with Gloria's pre-come moisture, and his cock unattended. Hastily, she lay down between his legs and tried to lick his prick, but she was unable to reach anything except his balls and his ass-hole. Frantic with need, Myrtle's tongue found her son's anus, and she licked it furiously.
Bobby moaned with intense pleasure as his mother's tongue burrowed deep into his anus, and he plunged his finger into Gloria's rectum. She felt his finger penetrate her tiny hole, and she thrilled with such a magnificent emotion that she felt herself coming again! She moved her hips wildly, completely savage now, and her anus was filled with Bobby's finger and her cunt with his tongue. She came with a furious spurting of hot fiery come all over his tongue and lips and he swallowed it with a greedy suctioning noise which Myrtle heard from her position at her son's rectum and balls.
She was furious at her cunt being unattended and she left her warm son's body and plunged her fingers back into her own cunt, trying to reach the climax she so desperately needed. Again, her fingers were terribly inadequate, and she looked over at the gradually subsiding body of Gloria, her passionate being spent all over her son's mouth.
With a cry like a wounded animal, Myrtle called out with frenzy:
"I've got to come! I need an orgasm! Somebody take care of my burning cunt!"
Gloria opened her eyes, and Myrtle had an inspiration. Quickly, she reached into Gloria's mouth and pulled out the gag, and then spread her legs over the girl's face and sat down on her mouth, her cunt slipping and sliding wetly over the girl's sucking mouth. Almost instantly, she found herself coming into the young girl's greedy mouth, spurting her sperm in a fiery stream of sticky fluid. Myrtle screamed with savage joy at the orgasm.
"Oooohhhh, Gloria! Honey! Swallow all of my delicious come into your red mouth! Take it all!"
"Mmmmmm!" murmured Gloria, licking Myrtle's cunt-lips with lustful suctioning, swallowing every droplet of the tasty come into her voracious throat while her own cunt was still being sucked by Bobby and her anus being finger-fucked.
It was a wild, orgiastic scene, and Myrtle sat on top of Gloria's face, her cunt spreading wide over the young girl's mouth. Myrtle's rapture was intense, as was Gloria's.
But Bobby, his prick swollen and throbbing with unreleased sperm, needed fulfillment. His face was dripping with Gloria's moisture from her cunt, and his own saliva stuck to his face as he pulled it reluctantly from the hot pussy-lips.
"Ohhhh, Mommy, I've got to come! I need it the worst way!" he moaned, looking down at the sweet pussy he had sucked into an orgasm. It looked so tiny now, so helpless, so very vulnerable, and Bobby was tempted to shove his huge cock into the tiny hole. But he knew that she was saving her maidenhead, and he looked desperately around for some place to plunge his swollen cock.
His mother was swaying from side to side on Gloria's face, and he went over to her and lifted her from the young girl's mouth. "Mommy! I've got to come. Do something!"
"Oh, Bobby, darling, I'm so contented right now. Gloria just sucked my cunt into a wonderful orgasm. I'm happy and satisfied!"
"So am I!" breathed Gloria, glad that the gag was out of her mouth and she could talk again. Better still, the gag removal had allowed her to suck on Myrtle's beautiful cunt, and she was thrilled by the wonderful joy it gave her.
"But what about me?" moaned Bobby, grabbing his cock in his two hands and waving it wildly at the two girls.
His mother looked at his red prick with a complete lack of interest. She waved her hand casually, and said weakly, "I can't do anything about you, Bobby! Why don't you jerk yourself off?"
Gloria, with interest shining in her eyes, raised her head and called out: "Yes, I'd love to see that mammoth cock of yours shoot its sperm! Go ahead, masturbate!"
Bobby looked horrified. "Why should I masturbate when there's two ass-holes, two mouths, two cunts, four titties right here? I only need one hole to make me come!"
"Not inside me, Bobby!" said Gloria. She wriggled, and then begged Myrtle to untie her wrists and ankles.
Myrtle was about to remove the leather bonds from Gloria's wrists, and she bent over the girl, presenting her naked bottom to her son's lecherous need.
"Mommy!" cried Bobby, rushing over and grabbing his mother from the back and plunging his gargantuan cock between her buttock cheeks with such force that Myrtle fell to the floor, but not until she had untied the leather from Gloria's wrists.
"Oh, Bobby!" cried Myrtle, almost smothered by the weight of her son's body on top of her back. "I'm not in the mood for any more fucking or sucking right at this moment! Go away!"
"No! No! I've got to come!" cried Bobby, trying to part his mother's cheeks to let his cock into her anus.
"Get away, Bobby! I'm telling you that I don't want your big prick in my ass-hole! Go away!"
"Then suck my prick, Mommy, please!" begged Bobby, obediently removing his body from his mother's back.
"I don't feel like a prick after having such a gorgeous orgasm on Gloria's sweet mouth!" snapped his mother, fiercely slapping her son's prick away from her mouth.
"Ouch! Mommy, please don't slap my prick! Take it in your mouth and suck me off! I've got to come! I've got to come! Oh, I need to come somewhere, right now!" moaned Bobby, holding his swollen, red cock in his hands.
Gloria had untied herself and was now trying to get up from the floor. Bobby swung away from his mother and in doing so, he slapped his huge prick right across Gloria's mouth, some of the pre-come drippings remaining on her lips. She reacted and licked her lips, tasting the flavor of Bobby's seminal fluid, mixed with her own lipstick, and she found it delicious. But she had just come, and there was no violent need for her to become involved with sucking a cock! But the desire was there, much to her surprise. She had never before had any remote thought of allowing some man's cock to be inserted into her mouth. This was the first time even a vagrant thought had entered her mind!
"Gloria!" begged Bobby, waving his prick at her red mouth with savage need. "Please let me come in your mouth! Please!"
"N-no, B-bobby! N-no!" faltered Gloria, clutching her lovely naked breasts with a gesture of modesty which she didn't feel. She felt like opening her hot mouth and letting that huge, mammoth, beautiful cock shoot its sperm into her mouth, just as his mother's cunt had shot its creamy juice just moments ago. Feverishly, she licked her lips, and turned her head away.
"Please! Please suck my cock!" begged Bobby, getting down on his knees in front of her. The tip of his cock throbbed against her nipple, and Gloria moved away from the temptation to lower her head and lick the long shaft with her hot tongue.
"No, Bobby! Get away!" cried Gloria, shoving the boy away from her rapidly diminishing resistance.
"Oh, Gloria, give the boy a break. Take his lovely cock in your mouth and let him shoot his load! I'm too contented to do it myself, so why don't you let him shove it in your mouth?"
"I couldn't, Myrtle! I just couldn't! I've never sucked a man's cock in my life! And I'm not going to start now!" moaned Gloria, tiny beads of perspiration breaking out on her forehead.
"Make her suck me off, Mommy!" cried Bobby, holding his cock close to Gloria's red lips.
"Do your own procuring, Bobby! It's time you grew up!" snapped Myrtle, suddenly angry at her son for being such a Mama's Boy. She was amazed at her own feeling, since she had always given Bobby everything he had ever wanted.
Bobby's mouth dropped open in utter shock and surprise at his dear mother's remark. "Mommy, you've never talked to me like that before! What's wrong?"
"You're all wrong, Robert!" snapped Myrtle, suddenly aware of her son's perverted character. His need to have his cock sucked, his need to be whipped, his ass-hole fucking all these were the tendencies of a homosexual, and if she didn't do something right now, he surely would become a homo, and then she would lose him forever! She would rather lose him to a wife, but certainly not to a male wife!
"What's wrong with me?" he asked, his eyes darting from his mother to the beautiful Gloria.
"Everything!" Myrtle hissed. "If you need an orgasm, there's one of the most beautiful and desirable and gracious girls in the whole world sitting naked in front of you. And you come begging for your mother to suck your cock! You ought to be ashamed of your manhood! You ought to take the girl, not your mother!"
"But we've done this before, Mommy!" protested Bobby, hurt and bewilderment filling his eyes.
Gloria was very still. She realized that she was watching a very dramatic point in Robert's life. And her own. She knew that Myrtle was trying to make Robert rape her, and her emotions were fighting inside her naked body, trying to figure out just what she was going to do if Robe: the guts to try and rape her.
"I've sucked your cock for the last time, Robert!" said his mother, starting to put on her clothes. "From now on, you're completely on your own. There's the girl, there's your cock do something about getting the two of them together!"
Gloria didn't dare breathe. She sat on the floor, her naked and heaving breasts enticing Robert's eyes with their beauty. Her spread legs exhibited her red-crowned pussy to him in all its passionate and warm loveliness. She waited for his next move.
Bobby stared, his cock in his hands, from his mother to the naked Gloria. The words of his mother had hurt him deeply, and he also realized that if he wanted to have an orgasm, he had to do it all by himself. Gloria certainly wouldn't cooperate.
Slowly, his gargantuan hard-on started to go limp, and his entire attitude was one of defeat. His shoulders slumped and his eyes welled with tears of hurt pride. Dejectedly, silently, he reached down and picked up his black leather clothing and started to put on his jacket.
To her amazement, Gloria found herself keenly disappointed that Robert hadn't even attempted to force her to either suck him off or to take that beautiful big cock of his into her virgin cunt! She found herself desiring to be raped! Her pulse beat quickly and she wondered what she could do to give Robert the incentive to rape her.
"Aren't you even going to try something with me, Robert?" she asked in a husky whisper.
"No," said Robert, sadly. "I've got to think about what Mother said. She's hurt me so dreadfully!"
"Well, you seem to like to be hurt, Robert!" insisted Gloria, standing up so that Robert could see her nakedness in all its voluptuous and enticing beauty.
Robert looked at her and he had one last throb of desire reach his prick, and then nothing. "I guess it looks that way, Gloria!" he said quietly.
"You were a lot more excited when Harry was whipping you than you are now by looking at my naked body!" accused Gloria.
"I I guess so," admitted Robert, slipping his pants on and stuffing his cock under the leather.
Gloria sighed and started dressing. "You don't care for my nudity do you, Robert?"
"Oh, of course I do, Gloria," said Robert hastily. "But-but I don't know what I want right this minute!"
"Well, let's go home and eat. After all, we invited Gloria to our house for dinner, didn't we?"
"Yes, Mother!" said Robert, slipping into his black leather boots.
Gloria looked up at his leather clad body, and her heart raced madly. She wanted this young man to like her. She almost needed his love and attention, just as he needed his mother's love and attention.
But Myrtle was already at the door, gesturing impatiently for the two to finish dressing. "Let's get going before those perverted hosts of ours get back here!"
Gloria and Robert had forgotten all about Harry and Lynn, who were in the bedroom with the door wide open.
On their way out, Myrtle and Gloria hastened past the open bedroom door, not paying any attention to the wild, erotic sounds which were coming from the room.
But Robert paused and looked in. His eyes widened with shock and surprise as he saw his giant Harry on top of the voluptuous Lynn, his cock sliding in and out of the girl's cunt with a violent plunging and twisting which made Lynn scream and squeal with intense delight.
"Oh, Harry!" cried Lynn, not noticing Robert standing in the doorway. "No matter what I do with other people, I always come back to your arms to be completely satisfied. You fuck so good!"
"So do you, baby!" moaned Harry, plunging his cock deep into Lynn's steaming cunt.
Fascinated by Harry's complete about face insofar as his desires went, Robert watched Lynn's gloved arms hug Harry's body to hers, trying to pull him inside her. Her high heels were digging a tattoo in the middle of his back, and Robert winced with vicarious pain every time the heels dug into the flesh.
He felt himself growing hard again, and his jaw line tightened with determination. He turned away from the sight of the lecherous pair on the bed, fucking like crazy, and marched out of the house after his Mother and Gloria.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The ride to home was silent and charged with electricity. Not a single word was spoken all the way to the Rand house, and by the time they arrived, everybody was ready to explode.
The trio walked into the playroom they had left earlier to find a half-drunk Victor, who looked up from an easy chair with sarcastic and sardonic mixture of feelings.
"Well, well, well!" he said, lifting his drink in a toast to their return. "The Prodigals have returned to the fold!"
"Never mind the prodigals, Victor," snapped Myrtle with a show of anger and resentment, something which she had been afraid to do in front of her husband for many years. "Fix us a drink while I see about salvaging dinner!"
"There's nothing to salvage!" chuckled Victor, looking at his son with intended disgust.
"Oh, I think there might be!" said Gloria quietly, looking at Robert admiringly.
Both Victor and Robert were surprised by the remark, and they stared at Gloria in amazement.
"I think Robert is quite handsome, and there's something about him which is particularly appealing to a woman which you might not have noticed before, Mr. Rand!"
Victor laughed, "Well, not being a woman, I'm sure not to have noticed his very endearing qualities!" He snorted disgustedly as he looked at his leather clad son, standing with his mouth open and looking at the young girl with shock. "You think he's got something appealing, do you? Well, do you think you've got something appealing about you to interest him? I don't think he's even noticed that you're a beautiful, desirable young lady!"
"I certainly have, Dad!" protested Robert bravely. "I've noticed a lot about Gloria that's exciting to me!"
Victor scoffed, "Bah, that's a lot of talk to fool me! You're a Mama's Boy, Robert, and you'll always be one! My wife has spoiled him rotten, Gloria, and he'll never be strong and masculine and make a girl like you happy and contented!"
"Being a woman, I might just be a better judge of that than you could be, Mr. Rand!" stated Gloria firmly.
"You see, even now you are the one who has to do all the talking. My handsome, masculine son just stands there with his tongue hanging out, unable to defend himself or to act like a man!" accused Victor, laughing derisively.
"Now just a minute!" cried Gloria, clenching her fists tightly, and trembling with repressed fury.
"Be quiet, Gloria!" snapped Robert sharply. "I'll handle this in my own way!"
"What the hell's got into you, Boy?" laughed Victor.
Gloria looked at Robert's determined face and a wave of relief went through her like fire. She knew that Robert was on the verge of deciding that he was a man!
"I'm not a Boy, Dad! And I will not take any more insults from you or anybody else!" said Robert loudly.
"What do you think you can do about it, Boy?" sadistically asked Victor, staring at his son cruelly.
"Plenty!" said Robert, just as his mother reappeared in the room at the dining room doorway.
"Dinner's ready!" she said, then stopped short as she saw the two men glaring at each other furiously. "What's wrong? What's going on here?"
"Keep out of this, Mother!" shouted Robert. "It's between me and Dad, and I don't want any females butting in!"
"Bobby!" cried his mother, in shocked surprise.
"That's a pretty good start, Robert!" gleefully cried Gloria, clapping her hands in admiration.
"Shut up!" shouted Victor, angry and resentful.
"Don't talk to Gloria that way!" said Robert threateningly. He unbuckled his wide black leather belt, and slipped it from around his waist. Myrtle's eyes grew round with shock at the sight of her son getting ready to whip his own father!
Gloria squealed with delight, "That's telling them, Robert! Don't let him get away with insulting me!"
"I won't honey," assured Robert, shooting her a half smile and a look of admiration for her championing him.
"What are you going to do with that belt, Robert?" asked his mother with fear.
"I'm just going to show him how much hurt he's caused you and me all these years, Mother!" said Robert, flexing the belt wickedly.
"You can't blame me for that!" snapped Victor, looking at Myrtle with a vicious glare.
"I couldn't help it," moaned Myrtle.
"Put up that belt, Boy, before you hurt yourself!" ordered Victor, standing up and putting his glass on the bar.
He turned just in time to receive the full force of the whip lash across the side of his face.
"Oooowwwww!" he shrieked in pain, clapping his hand to his face in hurt.
Gloria's eyes shone with a strange, exotic light of pride in what Robert had done. He had stood up to his father, like any son should after he becomes a man and can think for himself. She was exultantly pleased.
Myrtle stood rooted to the spot, unable to move and yet there was a strange mixture of pity and sympathy for Victor. She didn't understand herself at all. All these years she had wanted him to be as hurt as he had made her, and now that her own son was whipping him brutally with his wide leather belt, she didn't want to see him suffer any more punishment.
"Why, you sadistic monster!" cried Victor at Robert, trying to wipe the blood from his face with his hand. "You're an ungrateful, vicious child! Hitting your own father!"
"Does it hurt much, Dad?" asked Robert sadistically.
"You know it does, you ... you..." Victor sputtered, and then he made a move as though to punch Robert.
Robert leaped back agilely, and slashed his leather belt across his father's cheek again.
"No! No more, Robert!" cried his mother as she rushed to Victor's side and put her arms around him tenderly. "Don't be so cruel, Robert! Your father's suffered enough humiliation and punishment for one night. Particularly in front of Gloria. That's enough!"
"All right, Mother," said Robert. "But get him out of my sight! I want to be with Gloria alone!" ordered Robert, glaring at his father and mother.
"Come, Victor," soothed Myrtle, putting her arm around Victor's back and leading him out of the room. "Come on upstairs with me, and Mommy will take good care of my baby!"
Robert stifled a laugh, and he and Gloria exchanged amused glances at the language which his mother had used. It was almost as though he saw himself being led out of the room. That is, his former self!
The moment Victor and Myrtle left the room, Gloria rushed over to Robert and threw her arms around him and kissed him fervently on the mouth. Robert returned her embrace passionately and they held the kiss for a long time, finding each other's lips extremely pleasurable and exciting.
The warmth of their embrace transferred itself to their privates, and they both felt the need to either do something a little more intimate or break the passionate embrace.
Robert was the one who made up his mind. He pushed Gloria away from his throbbing cock, and ordered the surprised girl to sit down and have a drink.
"What's the matter, Robert?" asked Gloria, almost tearfully at his rejection of her.
"I just want you to sit down and have a drink," commanded Robert, crossing to the bar and mixing two drinks.
"D-d-don't you want to keep kissing me?" asked Gloria, timidly sitting on the edge of the sofa.
"More than you can imagine, Gloria!" said Robert forcefully. "But I don't want to start anything with you without talking it over first and making sure you understand everything!"
"W-what's there to understand, Robert?" asked Gloria, tugging at her short mini-skirt in a nervous gesture.
Robert came out from behind the bar and handed her a drink, which she took with trembling hands. She looked at him with wide eyes as he sat down beside her.
"A great deal, Gloria!" said Robert, taking a sip of his drink, and then gesturing with his glass to the upstairs. "My father and mother have a miserable life due to their lack of sexual understanding, and I'm not going to be the same!"
"Well, I should hope not!" agreed Gloria. "But what do they have to do with us right now? For the first time in all my life, I want to feel a cock inside my cunt! I want you to fuck me!"
"And I want to fuck you, darling!" said Robert passionately. "But I'm not going to start you off until you know all about me so that you won't have the same kind of life my mother has led for so many, many years!"
"I don't have to know now, Robert!" breathed Gloria huskily. "You don't have to tell me, anything! Just take out that gargantuan cock of yours and fuck me in the cunt! I want you to be the first cock to be in my cunt! You! I want you!"
She threw her arms around him and tried to kiss him, her hands digging into the leather jacket with fury.
"No, Gloria, no!" huskily said Robert, taking her arms from around him and pushing her away. "I want to talk first!"
Gloria's hands groped for his bulging prick, and she clutched the throbbing, palpitating penis with both hands and squeezed it hard and suggestively.
"I want you to fuck me with your big prick, Robert! Don't make me talk about it I want action!"
"You'll get action as soon as we've talked," said Robert, grabbing her wrists and holding her at arm's length. "Now, you just hold on for a while until I get a few things off my chest!"
"Yes, sir!" agreed Gloria reluctantly.
"That's better!" smiled Robert. "I want you to know right away all about me. It'll make our marriage that much finer! I..."
Gloria squealed with delight, "You want us to be married?"
"Of course!" stoutly maintained Robert, "Why do you think I'm going to tell you all about myself?"
"I don't know. Maybe you think I won't understand your fucking your own mother, and loving to be whipped, and other perverted and very lascivious acts!" said Gloria, her eyes shining with joy.
"That's what I wanted to say, Gloria!" replied Robert.
"I know, darling, I know!" assured Gloria. "What you like to do is all right with me! I understand a lot of things which you might think I don't. I understand the need for going through a period of adjusting one's sex life to the right way. And the right way is the way you get the most pleasure from!"
"You're very understanding, Gloria," said Robert, his eyes drinking hers with love and admiration.
"Why shouldn't I be, Robert? Hell, so far I've only let my cunt be sucked, and I preferred a woman to do it rather than have a man's mouth close to me. I've gone through an adjustment, also, so why should I condemn you for the same thing?"
"You're wonderful, Gloria!" said Robert, kissing her lightly on her red lips. "We should have a good life together if we always are honest with each other!"
"I think so, darling," replied Gloria, slipping her wrists out of Robert's grasp. "But don't you think we'd better find out if we're suited to each other before we do anything else? After all, you might be very dissatisfied with my pussy!"
"Oh, never, never!" protested Robert vehemently.
"Then pay some attention to it!" said Gloria, lifting her skirt so that he could get a close look at her lovely pussy.
Robert quickly knelt on the floor, and Gloria spread her legs so that he could look at her cunt and feast his eyes. "It's the lovliest cunt in the whole world!" he said dreamily.
"Oh, Robert, stop talking about it, and start licking it!" said Gloria, grabbing him by the hair and yanking his head deep into her crotch.
Robert's face was smothered between Gloria's soft thighs, and his mouth twitched violently as he felt the hot, moist pussy against his lips. His tongue slithered out and licked it, starting low and slowly tonguing it to the clitoris, where he remained with his thick tongue pressed firmly against the soft-hard erogenous zone.
Gloria squealed with delight, and she moaned, "Oh, Robert, what a delicious feeling you give me! My cunt is so hot!"
Robert's head moved up and down between Gloria's thighs, feeling the soft skin against his cheeks as his tongue delved twistingly around the fragrant cunt-lips.
"Oohhhh, darling, what a wonderful cunt-lapper you are!" shrieked the delighted Gloria, her hands running through his hair and tugging at the strands in a wild fit of glorious passion.
Robert's sense of smell and taste were more than gratified; Gloria's moist hot pussy gave him gratification and excitement in both of the areas.
"Your cock! Your big prick!" huskily begged Gloria. "I've got to feel it near me! I can't reach it!"
Without stopping his feasting at her hot pussy, Robert squirmed his pants off, and twisted his body so that her hand could reach down and grasp his naked cock.
"OOhhhhh! It feels so huge! So hard, and yet so soft! So satiny, so throbbing!" squealed Gloria with intense passion.
"Mmmmmm!" replied Robert, pressing the tip of his tongue more firmly against her clitoris, driving her almost wild with savage need and desire.
"Oh, I've got to have that monster in my cunt, or in my mouth!" moaned Gloria.
Robert lifted his head from between Gloria's legs and looked at her with hot eyes. "You're absolutely positive you want me to put this huge cock of mine into your tiny mouth or your little cunt?"
"All right, darling!" whispered Robert, tenderly pushing her down on the sofa and standing up so that his gargantuan cock was right opposite her red, trembling mouth.
"Ohhhh, what a beautiful big cock! Let me stuff it into my mouth and suck its smooth flesh! I hope it chokes me!"
"Don't talk so much, girl, and start sucking!" ordered Robert, with a smile on his face.
Gloria giggled happily and put her ruby red lips onto the cock-head hoping to find that it suited her taste. At the first touch of her lips on his round prick, she leaped for joy. The feeling was magnificent! It filled her mouth with erotic desire, and she slid her mouth along the thick shaft, tonguing as she went. Quickly, she slipped her mouth away and gleefully said to Robert, "Oh, my, what a delicious and lovely cock you have!"
Robert pretended frowning anger, and ordered: "Suck it, girl, and don't talk so much!" He pressed her willing mouth back onto his swollen cock and she slid the shaft into her hot mouth and slithered her tongue all around the palpitating, thrashing monster, feeling the swollen vein pounding her tongue like a living, pulsating organism. She was delirious with joy at the sensuous, lascivious feeling she was deriving from her sucking of his gargantuan cock, and her entire body was a mass of needle-like, electric pulsations.
"Oh, honey," quavered Robert, his knees shaking under him, his whole body aflame with lustful tingling as the beautiful mouth of Gloria slid all over his gargantuan shaft, making it shine with her saliva, and throb and thrash about inside her hot mouth. "You are the most lovely cocksucker! You please me so very much! You are doing it to me as if you were born to it!"
"Mmmmmm!" moaned Gloria, nodding her head violently in agreement with Robert.
"That's so thrilling, the way you are tickling the hairs on my balls, darling!" breathed Robert as Gloria's hands played with his heavy, sperm-laden bull shit with darting fingers. "They're big with a lot of tasty juice which is going to be spurted into your mouth very soon, unless you stop sucking my cock!"
"Mmmmm!" replied Gloria, hanging onto his balls with both hands and nibbling as much of his gargantuan shaft as she could manage, indicating to him that she wanted him to come in her mouth.
But Robert had other ideas, at that moment. With a quick gesture, he leaned down and slid her dress over her breasts and moved his body so that she had to half-sit up to keep his slippery cock in her mouth at the same time.
With another motion, Robert took her head between his hands and whispered, "Open your lovely mouth, honey! Let loose of my cock for a bit!"
With his cock still in her mouth, Gloria looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise and resistance. "No, no, no, no!" she murmured hastily, trying to stuff more of his enormous staff into her eager and voracious mouth.
"I'm telling you, Gloria, stop sucking my prick for a while!" ordered Robert, taking her face with both his hands and squeezing her cheeks so that she was forced to open her mouth.
"Why didn't you come in my mouth?" she asked as the huge cock slipped away from her seeking mouth. "I want to taste your lovely sperm shooting like flame into my mouth! I want it in my mouth!" she shrieked with desire.
"Later, honey, later!" said Robert as he lay himself down on her naked, heaving body, feeling her breasts squash against his chest, and her legs spread apart. He guided his gargantuan cock and found her pussy-lips wet with his saliva.
"Oh, Robert! Robert!" moaned Gloria as she felt the tremendous cock she had just been sucking so violently at the entrance to her hot womb. "You're going to fuck me! You're going to take away my maidenhead! Oh, shove that beautiful monster all the way up inside my hot burning cunt!"
"That's what I'm going to do, honey!" soothed Robert, easing his mammoth prick into her cunt-lips, feeling them spread apart like a fan in their soft tissue caress. She moaned in delight as she felt the cock-head spread her cunt-lips. "Wrap your legs around me, honey!" said Robert softly.
"Oh, yes, yes! What a big cock it feels like pushing against my cunt! Bigger than it felt in my mouth!" cried Gloria, wrapping her long legs around his waist, feeling his leather boots sensuously sliding against her sensitive flesh. "Ohhhh, shove it deep inside me, lover! Plunge that cock hard in me!"
"Your cunt-lips are so clinging, honey!" breathed Robert against her neck. "Are you contracting and expanding your muscles?"
"Yes, yes, it feels so good!" cried Gloria, squeezing his cock-head with her cunt muscles. This was soooo different from being licked or sucked off by some lesbian! This was the real thing! A man's huge cock knocking against her cunt entrance, ready to plunge all the way into her insides, opening up her womanhood to its insistent impalement!
And then, with slow force, Robert pressed hard against the spread lips and felt the tissues part, allowing his thick shaft to penetrate more deeply into her cunt. Then, his cock-head struck something which resisted his completion of plunging all the way inside her. Her maidenhead! Carefully, slowly, cautiously, with some born instinct, he pressed his cock harder and harder against the obstruction until he could feel something burst over his shaft and a fiery liquid spilled all over the full length, burning and searing the sensitive flesh.
Gloria screamed, "Oooohhhh, that hurts! That hurts! Your big cock is killing me!"
"I know, dear, I know!" soothed Robert, moving his prick very, very slowly, rotating his hips smoothly around and around her bloody cunt, making sure that he was tender about the penetration.
"Oh, I can't stand it!" moaned Gloria. "It hurts too much! I don't want any more of your dirty big monsterous cock inside my nice sweet cunt! Take it out!"
Robert ignored her pleas to stop, and continued his slow, methodical probing of her cunt-lips and clitoris until he could feel that her protests were lessening and becoming more and more acquiescent.
"Is that better, honey?" he asked huskily, as her heels dug into the small of his back, and started to beat a tattoo. "Does my great big cock stay in now?"
"Oh, that's so much better, darling!" sighed Gloria, the rotation of her lover's hips so smooth that her burning and hurt cunt was being soothed by the gentle motion.
"Now, I'll give it all to you, darling!" said Robert as he felt her responding to half the length of his cock, which was all he had been able to manage to insert into her tiny cunt.
He plunged the full length deep into her hot cunt, and she shrieked out in loud cry of pain as he penetrated her very bowels. He let it stay still a moment, giving her time to recover from the full impact of his gargantuan sized cock, and then he felt her start to move slowly, rotating her hips around the fat length of his impaled cock.
"Oh, my god, what beauty!" she sighed in complete rapturous and blissful ecstasy.
"Good?" whispered Robert.
"Magnificent!" responded Gloria, as she clutched his body to hers in an embrace filled with love and desire. "Don't ever stop fucking me with that big handsome cock of yours, Robert darling! Don't ever stop loving my cunt! Or my mouth, or even my ass-hole if you'd like that, darling!"
"We'll get around to all the wonderful places on your beautiful body in due time, honey!
We've got a lifetime ahead of us to do it all in!"
"Oooohhhh, Robert! What a wonderful man you are!" said Gloria, increasing the tempo of her hips so that his cock was being twisted and tortured against her hot cunt-lips and then he could feel the tense moment of pre-come arrive. There was a split second when both of them halted, a moment of eternity, and then they both screamed with joyful lust and spurted their love-juice against each other's. They kept coming copiously, in perfect harmony and unison, and their screams were heard upstairs.
Victor turned to Myrtle and said, "What on earth was that?"
Myrtle quieted him soothingly, "Never mind, darling!"
She had helped him up the stairs after their son's vicious lashing of his cheek, and her tender heart went out to his sad plight.
Victor allowed himself to be undressed and put to bed, groaning with pain and humiliation at the beating he had received from his own son!
Myrtle had gone into the bathroom, and quickly removed her dress and returned to the bedroom with a wet cloth which she had applied to her husband's bloody cheek.
He had looked up at her, her lovely breasts hanging so close to his mouth as she ministered his wounds. He hadn't even taken a good look at her breasts in years. He hadn't had the desire. But now, as she bent over him so tenderly, like a mother over a child, he felt as helpless as a child.
But her fragrant body odor kept interfering with his thoughts of being a child. A child didn't start getting a hard-on when his mother was washing his face!
He grabbed her breast and stuffed it into his mouth and started to suck greedily on the elongated nipple.
Smiling to herself, Myrtle had allowed her husband to nurse himself at her breast. She loved the suckling man's frantic manner, almost as if he'd never sucked a titty before! "There, there, baby!" she soothed, as she pressed his head against her long denied breast.
Victor felt his prick grow bigger and bigger, and his hands began to roam over the naked form of his wife of nineteen years almost as fervently as if she were only nineteen years old! His hands explored the long hidden beauty of her cunt-lips, and they thrilled at the touch of her hot pussy. He felt her warm, smooth buttocks, and his body tingled at the sensation.
"I haven't fucked you in a long time, have I dear?" he whispered against her titty.
"No, darling, not in a very, very long time!" she whispered in return.
"Do you ... can I ... I mean, would you like to be fucked by me?" he said hesitantly.
Myrtle smiled in the half-darkness of the bedroom. "Yes, dear, I would like to be fucked by your prick!"
Quickly, Victor lifted his mouth from his wife's titty and shoved her down on her back. Without any preliminaries, he spread her legs and guided his prick into her cunt.
"Oooohhh," he murmured huskily. "That feels so wonderful! So very tight! I've forgotten what a tight cunt you've always had!" He pumped away rapidly.
Myrtle felt strange. Her husband was again fucking her after so many years, but she felt no excitement, no passion, no response to his rapidly plunging cock. Somehow, she felt cheated of so many years of having been faithful to him after one error. And now, to find out that he wasn't half the man her son was! It made her furious to think of all the time she had wasted in moping around the house, disgustedly finger-fucking herself when her nerves started to scream and demand somebody's cock in her cunt.
Again, there was the sound of loud screaming and shrieking and passion coming from downstairs.
Her husband came inside her hot cunt in a torrent of fiery sperm, to which she remained indifferent in her mind, but she pretended to be coming at the same time.
"I'm coming!" he said, grabbing her body violently and loosing his sperm in her cunt.
"So am I, dear!" she pretended.
The noise from downstairs penetrated his ears, and he angrily asked, "What the hell's going on down there?"
"Hush, Victor!" insisted Myrtle. "It's probably just the youngsters having their own kind of fun!"
"They won't know what real fun is until they get older, will they, honey?" he asked.
"No, Victor, they won't!" she assured him, wishing she was downstairs with the youngsters, getting fucked by her son's gargantuan cock while she sucked on Gloria's delicious cunt!
Ah, those beautiful youngsters! she thought as she patted her husband absent-mindedly on the back. What a lot of fun there is still to come for them!