The sheets hissed sensually as Anne Jonns lolled in the luxury of the hotel bed. The crisp coolness of the linens slid over her nakedness, sending tingling waves of excitement up and down her spine.
She felt light-headed. It wasn't the gin, although her stomach still glowed warmly with the two Tom Collinses she had a half hour ago. No, her giddiness didn't stem from alcohol, though she was sure it complimented the moment, relaxing her.
Her girl-like excitement came from the room, the bed-and the man who now stood a few feet away, behind the closed door of the bathroom, preparing himself for her.
Girl-like? Yes, that was exactly the way she felt. And it was good to savor those wonderfully alive sensations again, feelings she thought had died two years ago, but now made themselves so marvelously apparent. Her naked body was trembling with anticipation, and she loved every shivery little thrill.
She was a teenager again, uncertain of the unknown, but every cell in her body afire with a lusty need. A thirty-six-year-old virgin, she mused with a pleased smile, thafs what I feel like. Or a young bride on her wedding night.
She was neither.
She was a woman only moments away from her first affair.
And that, above all else, was the reason for her aroused excitement.
Easing deeper into the sensual caress of the fresh sheets, she fluffed her shoulder-length hair on the pillow so that it framed her face like a soft cloud of auburn mist. The cool linen slid over the naked crests of her breasts. Warm tingling thrills flowered in the sleeping, pink buds of her nipples. She shivered while the two rubbery buttons blossomed into plump, needy points.
If anyone had told her this was going to happen two days ago, she would have thought them mad. She was a widow for two years. And while she knew was attractive, looking at least five years younger than her actual age, her carnal needs had died within her.
***
At least that's what she had believed-until Sean Devon.
For 24 months, she had buried herself in a life devoted to her small fabric shop and her eighteen-year-old son Keith. There had been men, several who were interested in more than a casual date or two. However, none of them could spark life back into her, none-until Sean Devon; Even her quarterly buying trips to the city had been nothing more than business-until Sean Devon. Two days ago, she had met the man in the hotel lobby. Not even something wickedly romantic like the bar, she thought, remembering a thousand pick-up scenes from an endless line of late movies. And now less than forty-eight hours later, she was in his bed.
Sean Devon. She really didn't know that much about him, except that he was an artist in town for a showing of his paintings at a small gallery, and that he was extremely handsome-and set off the fuse none of the men in the past two years had been able to ignite. He hadn't even invited her to the gallery-just out to dinner, then up to his room.
Sean was an attractive man, but she had gone out with attractive men before and never ended up in their beds. She wasn't sure exactly why she had said yes to this one. Perhaps there was a certain security in being away from her home town. Or maybe it was just fulfilling that desire every woman has, what Erica Jong called the "zipless fuck," two strangers who meet, make love, then go their separate ways never knowing anything about each other, except thejr bodies.
The door to the bathroom opened. Anne's thoughts dissipated with the sudden hammering of her pulse and the sharp intake of her breath. Sean stood in the doorway, gazing at her, a broad grin on his handsome face.
He was completely naked.
Her temples pounded in excitement. Her eyes widened. She found herself clutching a bit at the sheets while her gaze ran over the dark hair of his chest, moving downward to the thick, snake-like hose of his cock.
The length of his manhood was still asleep, but she could imagine that massive tool at full-mast-a veritable bludgeon of sex. Never had she see a cock so thick. It frightened and aroused her at the same time. She sucked in another deep breath, wondering if she could take him without being split wide open.
'Shaking back a stray strand of black hair that fell to his forehead, the smiling man walked to the side of the bed. He leaned over and softly kissed her full, red lips. She trembled. His lips were warm and soft, gentle, but firm, yet not demanding, as though he understood the fleeting moment of hesitation now passing through her mind.
Then, his hands were on the sheet, slipping it from her fingers. Their lingering lips parted, and he stood.
Above her again, he slowly began to pull the sheet downward, an action that set his thick hose of sex to jerking and twitching, rising before her mesmerized eyes.
Down, the cool fabric slid over the supple curves of her naked body. It was a slow-motion strip tease. A deliberate taunting to arouse himself-and her.
The whiteness of the sheet crept over the bulging mounds of her tits, exposing two heaving domes of satiny smooth flesh. Atop each of the creamy white, pillow-like knolls stood the coral-pink buds of her nipples, each stiff and taut with unashamed desire.
She quivered with excitement under the appraising gaze of his jet-black eyes. A pleased smile played at the corners of his mouth as his eyes appreciatively roved over the two mounds of titflesh.
She signed a pitieous little moan. In two years, she had forgotten how fantastic it felt to have a man's eyes on her. She was proud of her body and took care of it. A rigid exercise plan and a sensible diet over the years had allowed her to maintain a youthful firmness in her arms and legs, plus eliminating any excess weight. The sheet tickled downward again, sliding over the flat plain of her belly. Lower his eyes dipped, taking in every inch he unveiled.
Downward the sheet moved, eventually leaving her completely naked to the man beside her. His gaze moved in a tender caress over her voluptuousness. Under their own volition, her thighs opened to allow his eyes access to the most initimate portion of her body. Immediately, his dark eyes darted to the knoll of her womanhood, probing beneath the down-like auburn fur of her pubis to the pink lips of her cunt.
She shivered with arousal again. Deep within her body she could feel the wanton flow of her feminine juices, lubricants flooding the channel of her quim, preparing her for him.
"Beautiful," he said in a deep, husky whisper. "You're a very beautiful woman."
Before she could answer, he eased himself beside her, his nakedness pressing warmly along her side. The now fully erect pole of his cock lay against a thigh, throbbing and twitching with needy strength. He kissed her.
For moments, she lay, letting his delving tongue explore the interior of her welcoming mouth. When he started to ease away, her arms surrounded him, holding him to her, and her own tongue invaded his mouth with avid desire.
She trembled as his hands touched her. Tenderly, his fingertips circled the wide bases of her tits, circling upward until they tweaked the stiffened nipples cresting each knoll of flesh. She moaned a bit, wiggling closer, her thigh rubbing against the thick column of his sex. She felt the moist drops of pre-seminal fluids welling from his cockhead wetting her skin.
While their tongues busied each other, his hands, feeling so wonderfully arousing, continued to explore the womanly curves of her voluptuous nakedness.
"Ohhhhhh," she sighed, his fingertips brushing over the fleece of her cunt. His tongue, hungry and probing, drove into her mouth once again, quieting further comment.
At the same time, an inquisitive finger tickled between her open thighs. Taunting, he ran the tip of that inciting digit up and down the quivering lips of her outer labia, creating a fresh flow of lubricating fluids within the waiting slit of her pussy. She arched her hips in a little begging motion, inviting his finger into the heated harbor of her belly.
It was an invitation he accepted!
In one, deep thrusting motion, he reamed H � his finger into the liquid warm of her cunt. She grunted, groaned beneath the swift impalement. Her hips undulated eagerly, as his digit pumped in and out of her in a penis-imitating motion.
Her own hands could not remain motionless. She caressed the muscular expanse of his back, thrilling at the strength and power she felt in his body. Downward, her touch moved, fondling the mounds of his buttocks, tense and hard in anticipation.
Then, she slipped a hand around to his crotch and found what she really sought. Her fingers closed around the pulsating rod of his manhood.
God! A man! Two years-it seems like a lifetime since Tve felt this!
Hard and throbbing, the massive swollen spike of his sex pulsed within the caressing glove of her hand. It was so big and strong. She could feel its virile need. Her fingertips traced its length, running up and down its veined underside, delighting as the massive column of cock jumped and jerked with excitement.
And beneath that powerful-feeling tool, the rumpled sac of his testicles. She felt them, rocks of lust, kidney-shaped stones that shot around within their bag as she toyed with him.
Upward, her hand rose, once more capturing the fat lance of his sex. She squeezed at it tightly in a sudden reaction to a blast of need. His thumb had slipped up the outer lips of her cunt and tapped at the button of her clitoris.
The action was like an explosion of pleasure. She writhed and squirmed beside the man manipulating her body. Her mouth pulled from his and she moaned, long and deep.
"Good!" She managed to say it under the onslaught of pleasure and rising passion. "So damn good!"
It was. Her body was awakening. After two years without the caresses of a man, her body was transforming to a totally aware entity, a ravenous animal, wild with carnal desires. She ached, every cell in her body crying out for release.
Her hand clamped in a fist around the thick prodder spearing from his loins. She jacked at him, urgency coursing through her.
"This!" She pleaded. "I want this! Please!"
He complied. Rolling atop her, his hands covered the bulging balls of her tits, squeezing and fondling. His prick head nuzzled the soft strands of her pubic moss while her thighs spread wider to accommodate him.
Hard! And thick! Expertly, she guided the massive head of his cock to the waiting mouth between her legs. There was no doubt in her mind now. She could take him. Take every fat inch of his long, fat prick.
His hips moved inward. In a slow, steady pressure, he entered her. The swollen glans of his cock opened the outer lips of her pussy, then slid between the scalloped folds of her inner labia. Hard and throbbing, he was in her. The ponderous circumference of his rod strained and stretched the tunnel of her vagina. But, she took his fleshy offering, all the way, every last inch of the marvelously filling pole.
Buried, fully entrenched in her welcoming cunt, he lay, still for a moment or two. While he bathed himself in her liquid heat, she savored the fulfilling feel of his presence. Too long she had been without a man, and, now, she opened herself to this magnificently hung man, delighting just to have him within her.
"God!" Her surprise rushed from her in a breathless groan.
His hips jerked up then slammed down. He skewered her, as though trying to pin her to the bed under her back.
"Tight! You feel so damn tight," the man riding her supine body moaned as he plunged his thick pussy pleaser into her quim once again. "Like a virgin!" She wasn't a virgin, and she proved it. Working her hips in gyrating circles, she squeezed and relaxed the muscles of her vagina. They didn't respond as they once did. She realized, two years was a long time without practice. But the man plowing into the furrow of her pussy didn't seem to notice. He moaned appreciatively as she tightened her fleshy sheath around him.
The mounting tides of need swirled in her with each lunging thrust of his massive plunger.-She gave herself completely to the dominating in-out rhythm of his cock. There was no erotic art to their coupling. However, his enthusiasm and her own willingness more than made up for the lack of subtle carnal plays.
In and out, she hungrily accepted the driving ram of his sex. She bucked beneath him, her body locked into the rising tempo of his hunching pelvis.
She felt the glowing balls of pleasure begin in her thighs. Slowly they grew in burning need and intensity. With every pounding beat of his shafting cock, they expanded-until they met and melted together at the core of her body.
She came!
Crying out in pleasure, she gave herself to the maelstrom of desire. Every cell of her body throbbed and glowed in the climax of release. She soared higher and higher, riding the tornado winds of orgasm.
The increasing pistoning of the man atop her was the first thing she felt as she slowly descended from the ultimate of pleasures. He still had not come!
It was a situation she remedied quickly. Gripping at him with the elastic strength of her vaginal muscles, she squeezed, making herself a glove for his massive rod. She hunched and undulated her hips, milking at the fat length of his prick.
Abruptly, he slammed full-weight into her. He drove his ponderous rod into the recesses of her cunt, then moaned.
She felt him, deeply within the mouth of her belly. He twitched and jerked, hot, creamy gushes of sperm and semen blasting from the engorged head of his cock. He filled her, emptying his flood of lust into the hungry gash of her sex, until she felt a warm tickle well from the lips of her pussy and trickle down a thigh.
Grateful and satisfied they lay there, still locked together in each other's arms, neither wishing to break the magic of their coupled bodies.
Chapter Two
Anne Repressed A Sigh Softly Working Its Way Between Her Lips. Still Gooseflesh Ran In Excited, tingling waves up and down her spine. In a matter of a few short seconds, she had relived that night in Sean's hotel room down to the smallest, intimate detail. Just the sound of the artist's voice after two weeks brought a deluge of vivid, erotic memories.
"Anne?" Seane called to her over the telephone. "Anne are you still there? Is anything wrong?"
"No, everything is fine." She felt the warm rush of a blush fill her cheeks, realizing she had been caught daydreaming. "It's just that I wasn't expecting to hear from you."
"And I didn't think I'd ever be making this call," he laughed. "You're a hell of a hard woman to track down. It's taken two weeks and two tenspots to a nightclerk to discover we're neighbors."
"Neighbors?" Her pulse quickened and something warm and moist moved within her. "You live here in town?"
"Well, almost neighbors," Sean replied. "I've got a few acres just outside Carbton. Not more than fifty miles from you."
Anne's stomach suddenly felt hollow. She never expected to hear from this man again. But now ... now that she sat on the side of her bed listening to his voice, she wanted him there beside her. Fifty miles might have been a thousand.
"Which is why I called," Sean said. "I thought you might be interested in spending this weekend at my place. I've only got twenty acres, but its wooded, there's a beautiful pond complete with lilly pads and croaking frogs, and it's Spring."
"And in Spring a young man's fancy ..." she began.
"Yes, the same thought had crossed my mind," Sean answered. "Crossed my mind a thousand or two times the past two weeks."
"Mine too," Anne said without thinking. She hadn't meant to let that slip, but now that she had she added, "It would be hard to forget a night like that."
"Then it's a date?"
"I don't know." She was unsure. She wanted to be with him, wanted it at this very moment. However, there was Keith. "Sean, I don't believe I told you, but I have a son, an eighteen-year-old son."
"No problem," the artist answered. "I've got two daughters just about his age. The three of them should manage to entertain themselves and give the older folks more time alone."
She smiled. Sean made no attempt to veil his reasons for inviting her this weekend, nor did she. "That's what I was thinking."
"Then everything is set?"
"Yes," Anne laughed. "All I need is directions to this nature lover's paradise of yours."
"Shouldn't take you more than an horn's drive. First you take ..."
Anne grabbed a pencil and pad beside the phone on her night table and quickly scribbled down the instructions. "Got it. Saturday about noon?"
"Friday evening would be even better," the artist said.
"Friday about 8 p.m. then," Anne replied then said her goodbyes, doing little to conceal her excitement about the coming weekend holiday.
All too soon, Sean's voice was replaced by a click as he hung up, then an annoying buzz. With a deep sigh, the woman slipped the phone back to its cradle, then sighed again. This wasn't supposed to happen. Sean was to have been a one-night stand, a sexual adventure far from her own home. But now, it seemed as though the adventure was only beginning.
Two days, she thought, two days to Friday, then ... She felt the stirrings of lust and need welling within her loins. Calm down, or you'll be climbing the walls, she told herself. You're not a mare in heat!
She was a woman in need of a man. A fact that had become more apparent to her since that night in a hotel room two weeks ago. And now the man who had ignited those sexual fires would sate them once again-in two days.
Keith, she thought of her son, trying to quell her rising arousal. / have to tell him about the weekend plans.
Anne rose from the bed and slipped a robe over her nightgown. Outside the bedroom, she glanced down the hall. A light came from Keith's partially open door. Her son was still awake.
Walking to the room, she reached out for the door knob. She froze when her fingers touched the brass. Awkwardly, the auburn-haired woman choked back a shocked gasp.
Keith was laying atop his bed-completely naked!
In the air above him, his left hand held out a centerfold of some men's magazine. Posed coyly on the glossy paper foldout was a platinum blonde, plaid blouse wide open to expose two mammoth breasts that seemed to sway pendulously. Likewise, the girl's jeans were open to her pubic muff, while a red-nailed hand crept over the feminine roundness of her stomach to delve into the sexual treasures promised in her waiting quim.
The teen-aged boy's right hand was equally occupied. Firmly gripping the erect length of his cock, he ran his fist up and down the lust-engorged rod of his sex.
Anne tried to turn away, but she couldn't. Her eyes were locked on the sensual scene before her. From the dark brown forest of hair surrounding the base of his throbbing shaft to the red, plum-like crown, her son's hand rose and fell in rhythmic strokes.
She had no business invading his privacy. She knew Keith was becoming a man-was a man, she corrected herself, and needed sexual relief. She even knew he masturbated, or at least expected him to pursue the normal path of release most youths found to sate the needs of their bodies.
But to actually witness his self-pleasure-it had never entered her mind.
And in that moment, she discovered, like the majority of women in the world, she was aroused by the sight of a man using his palm on his cock.
Her son's jacking rhythm increased. His hips jerked and twitched. A sexually intense expression creased his forehead.
She had to leave. This young man stretched atop the bed, completely oblvious to her, was her own son. And she was no mere peeping torn out for a cheap thrill. She tried to turn again, but once more, the embarassingly arousing view held her attention.
Her son's hand was now wrapped around his prick in a white-knuckled grip. Hard and then harder he beat out the strokes of lust. Pre-seminal juices oozed from the slitted mouth of his young cock, sheathing the red glans of glistening wetness. His hips bucked a bit now, vibrating the bed beneath him. His eyes closed and his whole body trembled and shook.
In a fountain of spraying whiteness, the teenager came. Thick and creamy, he spewed his seed into the air. Gush after gush shot from the jerking tip of his dick, splattering over his muscular stomach. He groaned in whispered softness, his head lolling back and forth on the pillow.
How long she watched the self-induced orgasm, Anne wasn't sure. The virile scene mesmerized her; robbed her of her senses. She followed each throb of pleasure that coursed through her naked son. She watched the long, stiff length of his prick soften and deflate as he gratified the youthful lust of his loins.
Then his eyes opened. He sat up, reaching for a wad of tissue at his side.
The spying mother awoke from her trance. If Keith looked around, he would discover her-find his mother standing there gawking like a patron of a sideshow. And even worse, he would see the arousal in his mother's face and the heavy rise and fall of her chest.
Anne turned and quickly raced quietly back to her room. She was confused, even afraid-afraid of the fact she was aroused.
She shook her head with determination. No, it couldn't be arousal she felt. That hadn't been a one-night stand like Sean Devon. That had been Keith, her own son.
Pulling off the robe and tossing on the back of a chair, she pulled the covers back and eased into bed, trying to forget the scene she had witnessed, attempting to ignore the flood of juices dampening the cleft between her thighs.
Her own son-that was incest. It could never happen. She had to forget it, push it from her mind. It never happened, the auburn-tressed beauty told herself. She hadn't seen her son masturbating. She imagined everything.
The efforts to drive it from her mind didn't help. What she had seen was real. And the feelings she now allowed to torture her were just as real.
Again and again, the vision of her son's young cock jutting proudly in the air returned to her mind. She saw its thick head, swollen and needy, throbbing and twitching. She visualized his firm hand running up and down that stalk of mansex.
Almost with a mind of its own, her hand reached down and slowly pulled the hem of her nightgown above the smoothness of her womanly thighs. She made no attempt to halt her creeping fingertips when they weaved into the satiny down of her pubic triangle.
Shivery thrills shot through her body when she felt the wetness of need seeping from the opening lips of her sex. Not since she had been a girl had she used her own hand for satisfaction. Now, she needed it, and there was no other way.
Neither could she help yearning for a man's cock-her own son's prick-when she eased a probing index finger into the humid moist haven of her cunt. Gently at first she slid the exploring digit in and out of the velvet-like channel of her own sex. She groaned aloud with the near-satisfaction of the intimate self-contact. Her finger lacked the packing fullness of a man's joy wand, yet there was relief. And at the moment, relief was what the lust-driven woman needed.
For a-moment, her free hand rose to the bulging mounds of her tits. Cautiously at first, then with growing arousal, she rolled and kneaded the heavy balls of her breasts. Her fingertips found the buttons of her nipples beneath the silky fabric of her gown. With firm pressure she scissored the pleasure-needy buds between her fingers. Sizzling volts of sensual electricity shot through the open nerves of her body on a direct line to the wanton tunnel of her cunt.
She moaned shamelessly while waves of lusty abandon coursed through her lithe body. Adding to her excitement was the thought that her son could be standing outside watching her self-gratification the way she had spied on his masturbation session.
Even more tantalizing to her desire-fired thoughts was the possibility that Keith might walk into her bedroom and provide the true satisfaction she needed-a cock!
Her mental images were, keyed to that thought, her fantasy revolving around her son and her seduction at his hands. While her delving fingers drilled deeper into the hot pocket of her cunt, she visualized her son slipping into the bedroom. There was no trace of shock on his young face, just the knowing look of a man come to claim a woman.
Her tit-kneading hand left the pleasure glowing orbs of her breasts, sliding down to the wide spread of her trembling thighs. Using two fingers, she spread the quivering lips of her quim. Deeper the fulfilling penis-imitating finger speared into her lubricant-filled harbor.
Mentally, her son stood over her now, pulling back the cover. For a moment, he paused there, a half-smirk, half-grin on his face. Then his pajama bottoms dropped. Revealed was the fully erect shaft of his teen-age cock. Hard and swollen, it jutted from his groin, throbbing with desire for her-his mother.
The auburn-haired woman's mind's-eye saw the young man move to the bed. So real was her fantasy, she even felt the bed shake beneath his weight.
Then, he was atop her, his youthful, muscular frame pressing her into the mattress. Welcoming him, she spread her legs wide in a lusty ^invitation. One which he accepted. Grasping the rigid rail of his prick, he placed its engorged head to the mouth of her belly. His hips bucked. Then the thick plunging shaft of his sex knived into the waiting heat of her body.
Rolling, twisting, jackhammering into her cunt, she worked her finger, then two fingers. Her self-fulfilling strokes came in perfect rhythm with the mental fantasy of her son screwing her to the bed. She reveled in the incestuous images, freely abandoning herself to the young man who was given birth in her body.
Harder and harder, she finger-fucked the heated channel of her cunt. Deeper and deeper her imaginary lover hunched into the wanton furrow on her sex. She groaned, wishing and hoping the dream scene was real. Her body quaked and trembled as she neared that carnal moment of ecstasy.
While her plummeting digit continued the gyrating strokes into the molten heat of her cunt, she slipped a thumb upward along the plump lips of her quim. There awaiting her caresses, she found the nubbin of her clitoris.
There was no need for more than a few rolling strokes against the seat of feminine pleasure. While her lover blasted his fiery load into the well-plowed furrow of her belly in her mental fantasy, she gave in to the explosions of her own orgasm. She came, groaning and trembling as, at last, she found the release and relief she so desperately needed.
Slipping the well-worked finger from her cunt, the sated beauty sank back to the bed, savoring the floating pleasure still lifting her body.
God, if it had been real. If it had been Keith!
The thought that no more than a few moments ago had ignited the desires of her body, now terrified her. She had to push these thoughts away. Keith was her son, not her lover. It just couldn't be. It could never be.
Yet, she knew in that instant, she wanted it-wanted to take her own son into her bed -- wanted him to use her body for his pleasure. It was a thought that haunted her and one she realized she would never be able to hide away or forget.
Chapter Three
Sean devon slowly returned the receiver to the cradle. A pleased smile curling his lips transformed into a wide, satisfied grin. A long shot, it had been no more than that; a shot in the dark at best. Yet, despite his own doubts and hesitation, Anne had accepted the invitation.
She accepted! His grin grew broader as the realization of that fact dawned on him. And in only two days, Anne would be here. He shook his head and laughed aloud. There was no need to imagine what would happen then. Whatever happened, would happen. That was enough.
Though, he mused, he had tasted what could happen, and would happen if he had read his signals right. From all her indications, Anne was giving him a green light all the way. And that was reason enough to grin.
Idly, his thoughts drifted back to that night in his hotel room two weeks ago. He closed his eyes and a voluptuous goddess seductively stretched before him on the bed. Hair, auburn bordering on fiery-red, framed the oval perfection of her face. And what a face! Senuous green eyes alive with glittering lust gazed at him. Lips, slick and red, seemed to beckon him to her.
She lolled a bit, setting her dome-like mountains of tit to shimmering. The sleek flatness of her belly tautened, drawing his eyes downward to the parting of her thighs. There in a neat triangle of reddish fur waited the entrance to her pleasures.
No, he chided himself, there was no need to relive that moment again, as he had done at least a hundred times in the past fourteen days. In forty-eight hours, Anne would be here by his side, sharing his bed. Best get back to work; there's no use daydreaming about something that can't be ... at least for another two days.
Opening his eyes, Sean returned to the mundane. He rose and walked through the living room toward the back of his home. Where one would normally find a door leading to the backyard stood the entrance to his studio. Opening the door, he entered.
"Well, you look like the cat who got the canary," a feminine voice met him. "I'd say the phone call was a success. When will she be here?"
"Young lady, your nose gets longer every day." Sean smiled at the blonde lying stretched on a couch before him. Unlike the partially completed canvas waiting for him the girl was wearing a white terry-cloth robe, rather than being nude.
"You can't help a daughter being worried about her father, can you?" The teenaged blonde smiled coyly. "After all, it would be hard not to notice how much that woman's been on your mind. Ever since you got back from the city...."
"That's enough, Jennifer," Sean said with a smile. "What your stepfather does is none of your business. And for your information, 'that woman' is a very nice lady by the name of Anne Jonns, who, along with her eighteen-year-old son, will be arriving for the weekend Friday evening."
"And you expect Sherry and me to keep this son entertained, while dear old Dad does another type of entertaining," the young beauty chided. "This sounds terribly serious to me. Could it be my stepfather is suffering from the vicious bite of the love bug?"
Sean laughed. "I've only known Anne a couple of days, so I doubt that. But I would appreciate you and Sherry helping out with Keith. You know, go with him to the movies."
"Yes, sir," Jennifer gave a mock salute and an amused expression moved on her lips. "Fll pass the word along to Sherry."
"Thank you," Sean replied. "Now, we need to get back to work."
With that, the blonde teenager swung a pair of long, sleekly curved legs over the edge of the couch. She smiled at her stepfather, who seated himself behind the easel. Then when his eyes rose to her, she tauntingly pulled the sash to the robe.
Tantalizing in its slowness, the knot slipped free. The robe opened. Sean found himself involuntarily sucking in a deep breath, a normal reaction for a normal man. Jennie was more than just another pretty face. Her body belonged to a nymph-siren, meant to stir the loins of a red-blooded man.
Sean sucked in another lungful of air, attempting to quell the nagging sensations of need swirling around the seat of his manhood. But he could not take his gaze from the beautiful blonde. In loving caresses, his eyes moved down the youthful arch of her neck to the gently uptilted cones of her breasts. Full, and proud, the twin sharp peaked mounds of creamy flesh jutted from her chest. Each glowing pink nipple begged for the feel of a man's hands and mouth.
"Are you sure we need to work now?" The girl's coy smile was now transformed to the expression of a knowing woman who enjoyed the feel of a male gaze.
"You know I've got myself on a tight schedule." The artist squirmed a bit as his testicles tightened and retightened in their sac.
His blonde stepdaughter reached up and seductively cupped the delectable cones of her tits. Languidly, she massaged the ripe-looking forms, her gaze meeting her stepfather's.
"I thought you might be in the mood for a break ... to ease the tension of being bent over that easel all evening." Her fingers worked up the youthful slopes of her breasts, circling the waiting nipples. Beneath the toying fingertips the pink buds of flesh swelled until they stood stiff and hungry.
"Work!" The older man said with less than firm determination. Her taunting sent urgent waves of desire coursing through his groin. "This and three other paintings must be finished before my next show."
"Saving yourself for this weekend, huh?" The sexy blonde slowly seated herself on the couch. "All work and no play will make Daddy dear a dull boy."
The artist's testicles did a double-somersault. The nineteen-year-old tauntingly spread the silky smoothness of her thighs when she sat. __^____M_ His searching eyes homed in on the soft muff of the girl's sex. Pink and waiting, the slash of her cunt seemed to pout.
"Are you sure you don't need a rest-break?" The girl smiled knowingly. Licentiously, she ran an index finger down the furrow of her cunt.
Sean forced his gaze away. He knew what his stepdaughter wanted, but he needed to work this evening.
"Or perhaps you'd prefer a nice young bottom tonight?" The blonde suggested. "Or ... perhaps the feel of my lips and tongue. ..."
He glanced up. The young girl now knelt on the couch. Her tongue flicked out and slickened over the inviting form of her lips. Never could brush and oils paint a portrait as seductive as that. Nor could any man deny such an offer.
"Okay, young lady! You asked for it, now I'm going to give it to you!"
Lusty flames leapt in the girl's blue eyes when he rose from the easel. The proud cones of her tits rose and fell in heavy rhythm as he pulled off his shirt, then skinned out of his pants. A tiny, helpless moan escaped her lips when at last he eased down his shorts to liberate the rigid length of his fat cock.
Without a word, he walked to the side of the couch, his prick shafting like a-flagpole before him. The young girl's eyes were locked to the thick slab of manmeat she had created with her taunts and teasing.
"Your mouth," the artist said with a smile.
"But, I was hoping ..." the blonde began.
"I know what you were hoping for," he answered, his hands resting on her shoulders a moment, before sliding down to capture the twin peaks of her teen-age breasts. He squeezed and kneaded the double mounds of pleasure. "But that lovely pussy will have to wait its turn. You offered your mouth and that's what I've come for."
The blue orbs of the girl's eyes rolled up to him. A shiver of wanton need rushed through her as his hands tightened, fingers digging fully into the vulnerable flesh of her tits.
"Your mouth," he repeated. "I want to feel those luscious lips and tongue wrapped lovingly around your step-daddy's prick."
Her eyes lowered back to the stiff rod of sex shafting from his groin. Hard and needy, it throbbed and pulsed less than an inch from her face. Again a shiver of qui very excitement shot through her lithe, willing body. "Yesss," she moaned. "Yes!"
While he watched, she leaned forward. His engorged crown of sex pulsed a mere fraction of an inch from her lovely red lips now. His balls surged with need, drawing up securely into the safety of his rumpled sac.
The girl's lips parted. The pinkness of her tongue moistly flicked out to once more slicken over her tempting lips.
He moaned. Blazing sensations rushed through his pole of manhood and exploded in his loins.
The tip, just the very tip, of the blonde's tongue tapped the arrowhead-shaped glans of his prick. Her blue eyes rolled back up to him once again and she brushed a stray strand of honey-misted hair from her face. She smiled with wicked delight.
She had gotten to him and damn well knew it. Which was exactly what she had intended.
Again the wet, soft tip of her tongue flicked out. With feathery lightness, it touched the slitted mouth of his cock. Tremors of sensuous delight raced around his groin as she took the crystal clear drop of pre-seminal fluids oozing from his prick and drew it into her mouth.
For a moment the alluring young girl sat there, savoring the male taste of his sexual juices. Then she came back for more.
Leaning forward, her tongue licked out. In a wide, wet path, she worked her oral digit over the swollen crest of his rod. Laving with undeniable delight, her tongue whirled and swirled over the plump plum-like shape of his glans. When she had thoroughly bathed the gorged crown of sex with her saliva, she began to work downward.
Watery-kneed and groin glowing with desire, the older artist watched while his teen-age stepdaughter slavishly worshipped the stiff length of his cock. So lovely and loving she was. His gaze was glued to the enticing picture of sexual servitude. Trying to retain the growing need building in his balls, he watched the provocative blonde lick her way down the throbbing length of his shaft. For a moment her tongue tip tickled among the bushy blackness of his pubic hairs. Then the tantalizing tongue curled around his thick prodder and laved up the veined underside of his sex.
At the same time the willing girl slid a cool palm between his open thighs. Gently, she cupped the wrinkled bag dangling from his scrotum. Her finger-tips toyed with the hairy sac for a moment, then lightly squeezed.
His testicles shot around within the confines. He moaned. New fiery thrills erupted in his groin. His knees trembled under the onslaught of sensations ignited by the wanton nymph.
Abruptly, the girl pulled away, her eyes rising to meet his. The coy self-pleasure on her face left no doubt that the blonde thoroughly enjoyed her oral task. He smiled lovingly down at the willing teen-ager kneeling before him, wondering how he could have thought he could deny her for even a minute.
The girl's lips parted as he gazed down to her. Wide, wider, even wider the redness of her lips opened to form a lewd ring. Her head tilted forward.
He groaned with the intimate contact of that sex-hungry mouth to his prick. Straining widely around the thick girth of his sexual sword, the blonde's lips pouted over his glans, drawing them into the humid haven of her mouth. Over the velvet carpet of her tongue, he entered his stepdaughter's face. Inch by swollen inch, her lips crept down the pulsing length of his cock.
No more than half his shaft she took the first time, then slowly rose back up his prick. When only the super-sensitive head of his sex remained in her mouth, she sucked.
Sucked! God, how she sucked. Sweet, hot pleasure blasted hard and furious over the smooth surface of his glans. She felt like a tiger to him. With complete abandon, she gave herself to her stepfather. Completely focusing her full attentions on the task before her, she sucked like a sex-starved woman getting her first taste of a man in over a year.
Downward her head dipped. In one swopping motion, she sucked every adamantine inch of his cock into her face. Then with equal alacrity, she eased back, sliding up the swollen rod.
He gazed down, watching the moist shape of his prod slip from between her lips only to see the cock-hungry teenager drop back down to swallow his fleshy bludgeon once again. Then again, and again.
No longer was she satisfied with simply teasing and taunting her stepfather with her cajoling oral caresses. The young girl had gotten down to the serious business of cock-sucking.
Literally fucking her face on his magnificent prong, her mouth rapidly slid up and down his rigid rail of cock. Deeper and deeper she sucked him into the edacious confines of her mouth, drawing him down into her throat.
Unable to control the natural need of his body, the older man began to rock his hips back and forth. He moaned and he threw himself into the young willing blonde. Plunging his cock into her face harder and harder, he worked to free the boiling lust contained in his aching balls.
The girl offered no protest to the sudden onslaught of prick pumping in and out of her face. Instead, she welcomed the meaty invasion. Harder and harder she sucked, her lips a tight ring of pleasure wrapped around his dork.
Simultaneously, her fingers toyed and cajoled the kidney-shaped form of his testicles. Firmly, finding that thin line of pleasure before it turns to pain, she played with her stepfather's balls.
Giving himself into the demands of his body, his walls of self-control crumbled. Hot and fiery, the lust contained in his balls blasted free.
Up through the pulsating length of his cock, the creamy need of his desire raced. Burning, it erupted from the mouth of his prick, spewing in scalding gushes into the waiting mouth of the young blonde.
Hungrily, she accepted the load of semen and sperm he blasted gratefully into her face. Fountain after fountain of his seed she drank down, swallowing as fast as she could.
And when his cock spent its last drop of lust, she sucked and sucked, as though making sure that not the least drop of his jizm escaped her edacious lips.
"Enough," he managed to groan, stumbling back a step or two from the girl.
His cock slipped from her mouth with a wet popping sound. His knees quivered and shook. Drained, he felt totally drained, sexually and physically. And it was a marvelous sensation. The young blonde was unbelieveable.
"You're something else," he said, smiling at his stepdaughter. "Did you know that?"
"Mmmmmm," she purred, returning his smile as she lowered herself to the couch, reclining like some youthful goddess of pleasure.
Sex, she dug it in any shape, size and form, as he well knew-especially when it came from her stepfather. A fact he knew well. After all, he had been her first lover. Though he held no false ideas he was her only lover. Nor did he want to be.
"Since I made that lovely pussy of yours wait," he said, feeling the strength return to his knees, "I think I should do something to make it up."
"And what do you have in mind?" Her eyes twinkled impishly as they drifted down to the limp hose of penis dangling from his crotch.
He smiled. "Young woman, a man has more than just a cock to please his feminine companions. ..."
He stepped toward her. "There are always my hands."
She shivered, obviously delighted at the prospect. "Dear Dad and his magic fingers."
Lowering himself so that he was seated beside the sexy, lithe nymph. "Then, there is always the same offer you made me-my tongue."
He didn't wait for her to answer. Instead, he leaned over and planted a loud, wet kiss on the rise of her cunt. She moaned, her legs eagerly spreading to take advantage of his oral caresses.
Slipping his hands to each side of the very womanly knoll of her down-covered pussy, the older artist tenderly massaged his stepdaughter-model's sexual mound. The blonde girl didn't need the teasing taunts of his hands, her own cocksucking had her hot and ready for him. But only a totally unfeeling man would neglect the needs of a woman. And Sean Devon was far from unfeeling.
"You don't know what it's like to feel your hands doing that," the girl crooned in a whispery voice of pleasure. "Or those sexy lips."
He smiled to himself. But he did, and it was fantastic! The girl gave herself to him completely. She held back nothing; a totally sensuous animal. And that was a marvelous feeling he could never get enough of.
"Ohhhhhh!" Surprise and delight were in her startled little moan.
Without warning, he ran his tongue down the moist cleft of her young loins. Licking lightly, he tasted the womanly flavor of her sexual juices. A taste he found far from offensive, but arousing. A taste he had grown to relish in the past three years.
His hands gently opened the outer lips of her pussy. Darting deep and hard, his tongue drilled into the waiting slash of her quim. The scalloped inner lips of her cunt opened before the oral spear and his tongue drove into the liquid heat of her sex.
"God!" She gasped, her hands on the back of his head, pushing downward. "God, it feels so good!"
Hungrily, he began methodically to eat out his nineteen-year-old stepdaughter. Licking and laving, he used his tongue like a swirling Whip Of delight. He lapped and sucked at her, drinking down the flow of juices his oral attention brought from her body.
"Fantastic!" She cried out, her body began to writhe beneath his. "Who would ever believe that a daughter could get off on her father like this?"
Or a father with his daughter, he thought while drilling his oral digit even deeper into the spongy folds of her hot cunt.
Had it been three years ago? He knew it had, but it seemed like only last month. Yet a full three years had passed since this girl had slipped into his bedroom on the night of her birthday. He remembered that first night, his own reluctance, the very determined young virgin who offered him her innocence. That night Jennifer and he became lovers.
And since that night, they had explored their bodies, learning their wants and needs. Three years, time enough for a stepfather and stepdaughter, each willing and hungry for one another, to know each other as very few men and women do.
Even more time than Kate and I had, he remembered. Jennie's mother and his wife had died birthing his daughter Sherry.
What would Sherry think? he pondered while licking his tongue into the sweet wetness of his stepdaughter's cunt. What would she do if she knew about Jennifer and me?
He pushed the thought away. It was uncomfortable, and a nagging fear he had carried since his first night with Jennie.
Besides, at the moment, Sherry was in town at the movies and he and Jennie were alone.
While his never-ceasing tongue whipped around a barrage of sensual sensations within his stepdaughter's quim, he wiggled a thumb to the top of her outer lips. There he found the excited nubbin he sought-her clit. He touched that pleasure button of feminine ecstasy.
"God, sweet god," the beautiful blonde groaned, throwing her hips up, trying to bury his face in the hungry mouth of her belly. "I'm close, so close!"
She was, he could feel the excited tremors of nearness quaking through her slim body. Working toward a climax of that pleasure, his thumb lovingly rolled the aroused length of her clit. She groaned and moaned with each stroke of his thumb.
In a dual assault on her body, his tongue licked and whipped around within her sexual harbor like a miniature penis. Harder and deeper he threw his oral digit into her cunt.
He lapped and drank the continuous flow of juices flooding her pussy.
Then she went rigid beneath him. She came, her hands pushing harder against the back of his head. She came, her hips bucking and hunching into his face. She came, crying out the pleasure that filled her body.
Aware that pleasure can to turn to pain at such moments, he thoughtfully slipped his thumb from her clit, but continued thoroughly tonguing her quim until the last slight sliver of orgasm passed from her young body. Then with a last gentle kiss to her cunt lips, he glanced up to his stepdaughter.
The girl's leadened eye lids opened and she smiled at him glassy-eyed. "Have I ever told you that my father is one hell of a man?"
He grinned. Then noticed that her glaze drifted to his crotch. He looked down. His penis was now a fully erect and hard cock. He looked back to Jennie. She opened her arms to him.
"There's still time before Sherry gets back," she said.
Nodding, Sean slid atop the luscious bed of her teen-age body. He wouldn't get anything done on the painting tonight, but as his rigid prick slid into the heated pocket of her cunt, he didn't care.
Chapter Four
Keith jonns wasn't sure how he had let his mother talk him into spending the weekend with her, but as she wheeled their car onto a dirt road with a mail-box marked Devon beside it, he was damn sure he didn't like it.
"There's the house up ahead," Anne Jonns said, glancing at her son.
His mother smiled widely. She was obviously excited, which only made the teen-aged boy's mood a bit dimmer. He squirmed a bit nervously in the seat, then sank down in a slump. His gaze turned to the two-story house before them on the lane.
What in the hell is going on here? Just who is this Sean Devon? The young man knew all the answers his mother had given him, but he knew there had to be more. Just what had happened between this man and Mother?
He squirmed a bit more. He knew the obvious answer-they had balled while Anne was in the city. But that answer made him uncomfortable. The idea of his mother in the hay with a man seemed wrong. Even more, though he tried not to admit it, the thought of his mother fucking some stranger made him a bit jealous.
"We're here," Anne's voice broke into his thoughts. He looked at her and shook his head. She was so wrapped up in meeting this Devon again, she hadn't even noticed his depressed mood.
"There's Sean!" Anne opened her car door and slid out.
Keith watched his mother quickly scurry round the car and meet the man who approached from the big white house. They kissed on the cheek. Not exactly the embrace of lovers, he pondered, wondering if perhaps his thoughts had been wrong.
Then the two were at his door, opening it. There was no way to avoid the confrontation. He slipped out and accepted the hand Sean Devon offered, shaking it.
"You two got here just in time. The girls are inside putting the finishing touches on a dinner they've been working on all day." Sean glanced at Anne, then Keith. "I'll help you with the bags."
Moments later, Keith followed the man and his mother into the house. His gloomy mood grew with each step. It wasn't bad enough that he was here, now he was to be subjected to Devon's two daughters. He grim-maced to himself, conjuring up images of two of the ugliest girls imaginable.
"Just leave the suitcases here in the hall," Sean said. "We'll take them up to your rooms later. If you two want to clean up before dinner, there's a bathroom right down the hall and another just at the top of the stairs. I'll go tell the girls you're here."
Without hesitation, Keith took to the stairs. Deliberately slow, he tried to linger over the handwashing task as long as possible, prolonging the dreaded moment of meeting Sean's daughters. Finally giving in to the inevitable, he started back downstairs.
"In here," Sean called to him.
Keith followed the voice down the hall, entering a surprisingly large dining room. He stopped in sudden shock. He knew his jaw must have hit the floor, but he didn't mind. His eyeB were riveted to two glorious girls sitting beside their father.
"Keith, this is Jennifer, Jennie a3 she prefers," Sean touched a beautiful blonde on the shoulder. "And this little black-haired imp is Sherry."
Both the girls smiled at him. He felt his knees weaken a bit. Damn, but he had pegged this weekend wrong. Never in the wildest of dreams could he have ever imagined two such beautiful sisters. Not to mention the fact that one was a sexy blonde and the other had hair black as coal.
"Come on and sit down," Sean waved an arm to a vacant chair. "These girls can whip up one hell of a meal."
Without a second thought, Keith took his seat, his gaze moving from Jennie to Sherry, then back again.
Anne Jonns breathed a sigh of silent relief when they concluded. Her own desire to spend the weekend with Sean had almost blinded her to Keith's feelings. Then on the drive here, Keith had made it quite plain he didn't like coming to Sean's. Now everything seemed to be smoothing out. The two girls and Keith acted as though they were hitting it off. In fact the three of them had talked all through the evening meal.
"There's still an hour before sunset," Sherry said, looking to her father. "Plenty of time to show Keith around the place before it gets dark."
Sean nodded. Keith glanced at Anne, who also nodded her approval. The boy and girl rose and left the room.
"If the two of you want an after-dinner drink," Jennie said, "you could retire to the den and let me get the table cleaned off." Til help," Anne offered.
"Not tonight," Jennie shook her head. "We always give the guests one free night before putting them to work."
The two laughed, then Jennie glanced at her father. "Soon as I'm done here, I think I'll head into town for a movie, if it's all right with you."
Anne wasn't sure, but she swore the girl winked at her father as she spoke. She didn't have time to think about it. Sean rose, then helped her from the table.
Tve got a fresh bottle of brandy that needs sampling in the den," he said. "Could I talk you into helping me try it out?"
"You just did." Anne took his extended arm and walked with him into the den.
"Too bad it's not a bit colder, we'd have a fire going," he said, seating her on the couch. "The fireplace makes this a cozy room in the winter."
Anne's gaze followed the dark-haired man as he crossed the room to a small bar. She felt a shiver of excitement race up and down her spine. The nearness to this man was like electricity. The wait for the weekend had been bad enough-now having him this close. ...
"To be honest, I wasn't sure you'd make it here tonight," Sean said, pouring two snifters of brandy.
"Why? I accepted the invitation on the phone, didn't I?" Anne said with a puzzled look on her face.
"A bit of insecurity on my part," the handsome man replied, handing her one of the drinks. *1 guess I just didn't think I'd ever see you again."
Anne realized what he was saying. That night in the hotel had been a one-night stand to both of them. They weren't supposed to ever meet again. "But, I'm here."
"I know," leaned to her as he sat, his lips lightly brushing hers. "And I'm glad."
A shivery tingle of need rushed through the auburn-haired woman. Her eyes explored the face of the man before her. Handsome, he was handsome. But there was more, so much more.
"Thank you, Anne," he said, his head moving closer to hers. "Thank you for being here."
His mouth inched closer to hers. Again the willing woman felt the quivery beginnings of arousal course through her voluptuous body.
"Dad, I'm going now." Jennie's voice came from the hall. Sean pulled back, just as the girl's head poked through the door to the den. "I'm heading to town."
Sean nodded. The girl looked at her father, then at Anne. She smiled, then turned and left. Anne puzzled as she heard the girl leave the house. Jennie's smile had been more than just a simple smile. It had been almost knowing, one woman to another. Did Sean's daughter suspect what had happened between her and Sean?
"Now where were we?" Sean said, drawing Anne's attention back to him.
"I believe we were right about here," the near-redheaded woman answered.
Placing her drink on the table without taking a sip, she leaned forward. Her luscious red lips pressed firmly against the artist's mouth. This was no fleeting kiss, no tantalizing tease. This was the real thing, and she damn well wanted him to know.
His mouth opened to hers. Without hesitation, her tongue snaked out and wantonly swirled around within his mouth, taunting over his tongue and tickling at the roof of his mouth.
His arms surrounded her, pulling her to him. She came willingly. Since that night in the hotel, this was what she had dreamed of, hungered for. Snuggling close, she sighed, delighting in his touch, reveling in his nearness.
While his tongue followed hers into her mouth, then probed toward her throat, she pressed closer. She shoved her chest out, flattening the haltered globes of her breasts against him. Again she sighed in a moany little voice. Her nipples were coming alive. The tiny buds of flesh stiffened to hard pebbles of desire. Aching to be free, the warmly glowing buttons strained at her bra.
Shameless, she thought. Her body was shameless in its need. Her nipples felt as though they were trying to dig holes into the black-haired man's chest.
Their lips parted a moment. He stared deeply into her eyes. "That's better than I remembered it."
Then his mouth covered hers again, his tongue dueling madly within her mouth. His hands caressed her back for a moment, then slowly began to work forward. He cupped the bulging outer curves of her tits. She moaned around his playful tongue. Firmly his fingers squeezed into the clothed mounds of her breasts.
He was a man who fully understood what fires he excited within her. She had hid nothing from him that night in the hotel. To play coy now was impossible, even if she wanted to, which she didn't. Instead, she eased back a bit.
The movement was what he needed. Her firm tits thrust up, letting his hands slide further around, covering the twin knolls of delight. Like a baker kneading dough, his fingers worked the covered balls of titflesh. Her body came alive. Desire ran rampant through every cell of her body. She wanted this man. She wanted to be stretched under him, feeling the hard length of his cock crammed into the hot pocket of her cunt. Completely controlled by this need, her hands drifted down his chest and found the swollen hardness of his prick still held in his pants.
A metallic whisper reached her ears when she opened the zipper and liberated that firm stalk of manmeat. His own moans melted into hers, when her fingers lovingly slipped up and down the thick shaft. She teased and taunted, delighting in the solid stiffness, yet wonderfully soft smoothness of his cock. It was the feel of a man, a feeling too long missing from her life.
His hands were far from idle. With just a bit of help, he quickly slipped the buttons of her blouse from their holes. For an instant she begrudgingly released her hold on his shaft while, he slipped the blouse down her arms and tossed it aside. Then he went to work on her skirt, quickly stripping it away.
"Let me take care of the rest," she said in a whispered pant of urgency. "You have your own clothes to take care of."
With a grin, the artist edged back a bit, kicking off shoes and socks. Immediately, his hands started on his shirt.
His eyes, however, never left her. She didn't mind. She loved the intense feel of his gaze, the fiery lust of his eyes, the covetous- ness found in those dark pools of need.
As he watched, she reached around and freed the three snaps of her bra. The white halter sprang forward. The milk-white flesh of her tits spilled free, bobbing in a seductive dance.
While the man beside her skinned away trousers and undershorts, she tucked thumbs beneath the elastic band of her panties and slowly worked them down the supple curves of her long legs. Completely naked now, she stretched out on the sofa.
The artist's eyes caressed every inch of her naked flesh, climbing the mountains of her breasts and probing the cleft of her loins. She shivered and writhed a bit, reveling in the wanton fire sparked within his eyes.
Her own eyes homed in on the rigid stalk of cock shafting magnificently from his crotch. Hard and wondrous it stood, pulsing with a virile life of its own. Swollen and long, it jutted into the air, its slitted mouth like a single eye staring at her.
"My god!" Suddenly, the auburn-haired beauty realized where she was. "I forgot about Keith and Sherry!"
Her son and Sean's daughter were still about, out on a walk. They could be back any moment.
"It's still light out," the man beside her said, nodding to a curtained window. Tsut... her words were cut off when he leaned forward, his mouth smothering over hers.
Then all thoughts of Sherry and Keith were forgotten. Throbbing hard and stiff against her thigh, his cock once more commanded her. Nothing mattered at that moment other than feeling the thickness of him stuffed deeply into the hot socket of her sex. Her hands reached down and once more worshipped over the long rod of his prick.
His own hand found the naked balls of her tits and gave them the attention they deserved. He kneaded and rolled the satin-covered mounds of flesh. Then his mouth left hers, only to lick and kiss at one of the lust-hardened nipples, then the other.
Gently, but with determination, she pulled at his wonderfully hard prong. His hips followed her urgings. Resting his weight on his elbows, he lifted his pelvis and slid between the spread of her open thighs.
Expertly, she placed the engorged head of his prick against the moist lips of her quim. She shivered and trembled, her own body crying out with that intimate contact.
"Fill me," she urged. "Fill me!"
His hips jerked forward. In the next instant, she was filled.
Like a piston of hot flesh, his impaling rod skewered into the wanton mouth of her belly. Hard and deep, he drilled into the heated recesses of her cunt. He packed himself, every rigid, fat inch of himself into her.
She groaned in a piteous voice of lust. Her vaginal muscles clamped down, squeezing tightly around the thickness of his pussy-pleaser. She made herself a sheath to him, molding herself to the contours of his swollen cock.
"Damn!" She cried out in pleasure. "You magnificent stud. You feel so good!."
He did! It was enough just to have his throbbing shaft deeply within the spongy folds of her cunt, enough to be fully-packed with hot and hard manmeat. The very feel of their bodies joined at the cores was a completeness in itself.
But it was not all there was!
Slowly, ever so slowly, his pelvis rose. A fraction of an inch with each passing second, he drug his cock from the depths of her cunt. The bulbuous head of his prick felt like a knot of pleasure moving within her. She whimpered in delight, squeezing even harder at him, trying to hold him.
It was an impossible task, but one she basked in. He moaned and trembled as the fiery heat of her quim sent thrills of lust racing through his groin. His eyes rose a bit and his eyes rolled closed. An intense expression of pleasure wrinkled his brow. Then, as his glans seemed as though it would slip from the lips of her cunt, his hips reversed course. In one shafting movement, he drove himself back into the volcanic recesses of her qulm.
Her whole body shuddered uncontrollably. She moaned and writhed beneath him. She had come. The very excitement, fed by days of anticipation, threw her over the edge into orgasmic bliss.
Rooted firmly within the intimate depths of her body the man mounted atop her waited until the last tremble of pleasure passed, then he began to slowly hunch into the saddle of her sex.
Her own urgent need sated for the moment, she lovingly stroked at his muscular back. She felt the trembling excitement she ignited in this magnificent man. Her fingertips were alive with the feel of his body.
Downward, she worked, fondling the taunt, hard cheeks of his buttocks. Abruptly the rhythmic strokes of his throbbing prick increased. In and out, he fucked the wet slit of her sex. She tightened herself, gloving the rigid rail with her willing cunt.
Once again the wanton fires of lust glowed within her. Fanned by the constant shafting of his prong and the never-ceasing kneading of her breasts, the fires fickered, then flamed high. Again, she was caught in the rush of desire. And for the second time, she came.
The steady in and out movement of his incredable cock, was the first thing she felt as the veils of pleasure parted and she returned to the earth from the skyrocketing climax.
She said nothing, but showed her appreciation for his thoughtfulness, by sliding her hands around his ass. Easily, she slipped both hands between their sweat-slickened cores. There was no difficulty in finding what she sought.
He groaned, his whole body shaking when her fingers closed around the heavy-laden sac dangling from his scrotum. Tenderly, she toyed with the two kidney-shaped rocks she found hidden securely within his ball bag.
She intended the taunting action to bring him, to give him some of the pleasure she had already received. But instead, his hips only quickened their pace. Hard and deep he drove into her.
"Ohhhhhhhh," a groan of pleasure rippled from her throat. It was unbelievable, but he didn't come. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
He did. Every ounce of strength held in his muscular body seemed to focus itself in the rigid shaft of his sex. He plummeted into her body with reckless abandon. Harder and deeper, his probing dork seemed to drill into her.
This man was a tireless fucking machine. But she could take him, take him as long as his never-stopping cock continued.
Slipping one hand from his testicles, while allowing the other to continue its taunting fondles, her fingertips slid up. Wet and slick with her pussy juices, she felt the ramming length of his manshaft. Quaking excitement blasted through her. Not only was she feeling him within her, but now she was actually feeling him fuck her.
Wild with the sensations, rampant with lust, the big-titted beauty thrust her hips high to greet each thrusting downstroke of the man riding atop her willing body. Her vaginal muscles squeezed and relaxed around the stiff lance of pleasure filling her to the brim. Her hips gyrated in sinuous circles, washing and rocking the hard cock within her.
Harder and harder, the man rooted between her thighs drove into the lust-yearning depths of her quim. For a third time, he set the flames of desire soaring within her. His breaths came hot and heavy now. His face was strained with determination as he fought to hold the flood she knew was boiling full-head in his groin.
Like a plow opening a furrow, his adamantine shaft drilled into the recesses of her belly. Hungry, fired by the rising need of lust once again, she welcomed each plummeting stroke of his cock. She rocked and bucked beneath his onslaught of desire. She gave herself to this man completely, uninhibited in her sexual fervor.
For the third time, her open nerves overloaded with wave upon wave of soul-crashing pleasure. She came. Like an exploding fireball, she soared on the winds of carnal gratification.
Slowly she drifted back, this time aware of the man stretched atop her. With eagerness, she toyed with his testicles and taunted the jackhammering shaft of his sex.
Aloud he groaned, his whole body ashudder with the esctasy of the moment. Throwing himself full weight into her, he came.
She felt the fiery spurts of his prick. She thrilled as that hard rod jerked and throbbed within her. She accepted the scalding hot-load of his seed. Surely he emptied at least a gallon of his sperm and semen into her cunt before his muscles went flaccid and he rested atop her supine nakedness. She did know he overflowed her. She felt the wet trickle of his come ooze down her thighs.
His arms around her and hers around him, she lay beneath the masculine weight of his body. Satisfaction permeated every cell of her being. Her fantasies and her anticipation of this moment were nothing compared to the real thing. And Sean Devon was the real thing.
Her arms tightened around the black-haired artist, hugging him close. Three times he had brought her to ecstasy, she still couldn't believe it. Sean was quite a man. If this was all the weekend would bring, if all she were to be was his whore these few days, she didn't mind. It would be enough in itself.
Chapter Five
Devon's property was larger than keith expected. He nodded his full approval when sherry suggested they stop for a few minutes before continuing back to the house.
"I always rest here a moment or two when I'm out walking." Sherry led him beneath a tall oak at the summit of the hill they just topped. "The view here is beautiful."
The young girl settled to the ground, leaning her back against the tree's trunk. Keith did likewise. Below them, set in a small valley between two hills was the house. Rolling hills of thick forest surrounded them. And above a full moon hung in a cloudless sky.
"Even at night it's beautiful," Sherry said with a sigh. "The moon falls like frost on the trees."
Keith admitted the beauty, but more practical matters were on his mind. "This walk lasted longer than I expected. How is your father going to react to you being out in the woods after dark with a strange young man?"
The black-tressed teenager glanced at him. An amused smile, one of a woman who knew something he didn't, moved across her full lips. "I don't think he'll mind."
Sherry reached out and patted his hand for reassurance. She made no attempt to remove her hand, but let it lie atop his. Keith smiled back, enjoying the cool feel of her fingertips. He turned his hand over, taking hers in his. His reply was a lingering squeeze, "Besides, I doubt he'll even notice we're out this late," she said, giving his hand another squeeze. "Your mother is quite an attractive woman."
Keith didn't answer. Jealousy surged within him only to be suppressed quickly. He didn't want to examine the feelings stirring deeply with the thought of his mother with a man.
"You don't mind being out here alone with me, do you?" Sherry asked, apparently disturbed by his silence. "I don't think our parents need us there. They're past the age of needing chaperones."
Keith laughed, turning to the lovely young girl. "I can't think of any place I'd rather be at the moment. I guess I was just a little worried about my own hide. You know all those tales about country folk and those shotguns."
"What have you got to worry about? We haven't done anything, except walk," Sherry replied with a wide grin.
"But we're out here alone. We're both alone. And ..." Unsure of his own motives, the boy suddenly leaned forward. His lips pressed lightly to Sherry's.
While not offering a protest, the girl did not return the kiss. Realizing now that he did want a response from this young beauty, Keith pressed his mouth harder. This time her lips opened to him, her tongue dancing out to meet his.
"Hrammm," she whispered as they parted. "For a moment there, I thought you were only going to give me a goodnight peck."
The girl snuggled closer and turned to him. She didn't wait for his advance this time, but drew his head down, her mouth eagerly seeking his.- Her tongue flicked out and entered, toying and teasing.
Pulling her closer with one arm, the youth gingerly placed a hand on her blue-jeaned thigh. Again, she offered no protest. Taking advantage of the situation, he explored further, his palm running up her side until it swept inward to cup one of the proud cones of her unhaltered breasts. � "Mmmmm." A soft moan came from the depths of her throat when she eased away from him. "Keith, there isn't time for this."
He looked at her unsure. His hand remained on her blouse-covered tit, relishing the sexual warmth radiating through the thin fabric.
"You said it yourself," she went on. "It's late. We don't have time for all the preliminaries."
He still wasn't sure what she was talking about.
"I think if we stay out too late, our parents might begin to worry and wonder," the young girl said. "So I think it would be easier if we both dispensed with the usual testings and exploring, and just get out of these clothes."
He blinked, sure he hadn't heard her correctly. The black-haired imp smiled, easing his hand from her breast.
"Don't looked shocked. I'm on the pill, I dig you, and you dig me. And I'm not a virgin. I haven't been a virgin for a year now." She stood, the moonlight bathing her. Her fingers found the top button to her blouse and unfastened it. "And I'm a ball-freak. I dig guys and want what they can give me."
The remaining buttons to her blouse slid from their holes in quick sucession. With a shrug of her shoulders the blouse fell from her arms to the ground. Unashamed, her tits, proud cones of pearl-white flesh, stood naked and jutting from her chest. The boy's eyes devoured the creamy mounds and the black mushroom nipples topping each.
"Don't you think you should get rid of your clothes? It isn't nice to let a lady undress by herself." Sherry stopped, her fingers working the snap to her jeans. "You're not a virgin, are you?"
"Not on your life!" Keith came to his feet, stripping away his shirt.
While he fumbled with his own jeans, his eyes were on the lovely nymph before him. Hungrily, he watched her shimmy from her pants, then kick them away. Long and shapely, like two willows, her legs rose upward to the thin white panties she still wore. Then, she hooked a thumb under the elastic and quickly skinned them down.
She then stood up, hands on hips, posing for him. She smiled, fully aware of the admiration in his gaze, delighting when his eyes probed the dark triangle of. pubic down neatly covering her vulva.
Her own dark eyes widened when he stepped from his jeans and slipped off his jockey shorts. A cock, just beginning to come to life, hung from his crotch, the tool of a full-grown man.
"It's gorgeous!" Excitement filled her voice. She stepped before him, dropping to her knees. "I love to watch a man grow. There's so much strength and power."
Her hands reached out, fingertips gently stroking the rising length of his still half-flaccid penis. Electric surges of desire coursed through his stiffening hose. His balls tightened securely in their hairy sac. His cock jerked and throbbed coming up to pole-like hardness.
Below him the kneeling nymph shivered with arousal. Her hands wrapped around the penis, transformed into a virile cock. She squeezed tightly, reveling in the masculine strength of his sex. Then totally unexpected to the young man, she tilted her head forward, planting a long, loud, wet kiss to the sensitive crown of his prick.
Then her mouth was gone. "Sorry, but that's all of that for now. It is getting late," she said, settling back to her well-rounded buttocks, then stretching out on her back before him on the grass. "Right now, all I want is to feel that beautiful dick inside me. I want you to fuck me."
She opened her arms, summoning him to her. Eagerly, he knelt between her spread thighs. His hands covered the willing mound of her sex, his thumbs easing open the outer lips of her pink cunt. Then he repeated her own oral action. Leaning forward, he ran his tongue up and down the mouth of her pussy. m, She moaned and trembled under the unexpected contact.
"There's no need for that now," she said. "Later this weekend, we can . ., but now ..."
"But now there's no time," he said, knowing that this young beauty didn't need any more preliminaries. Her vagina already overflowed with juices just at the thought of having him within her.
Again her arms rose to him. This time he accepted, sliding onto the warm, silkening bed of her nakedness. A bit awkwardly, but definately successfully, he used one hand to guide his rigid cock to the waiting mouth of her quim. Sliding its bulging head into the outer lips of her labia, he then slowly eased inward.
"Good," she sighed lovingly. "It feels so wonderful."
The humid warmth of her juice-raining cunt surrounded him. Deeper and deeper he sank into the hot haven of her young teenage body. His balls ached and throbbed with need of release, yet he contained himself, unwilling to come like a schoolboy getting his first piece of tail. He would satisfy this darling nymph first, then take his pleasure.
Fully entrenched in the gripping furrow of her sex, he lay there a moment, just relishing the warm wetness of her quim, bathing within her. Then he rocked his hips from side to side. His shaft whipped around, bringing a long moan from the girl under him.
"Full," the teenaged nymph whispered in moany pleasure. "I feel so full."
She was, stuffed with man-meat to the very quick. The elastic walls of her vaginal channel were strained tight like a surgeon's glove around the pulsating length of his cock. Searing waves of fiery lust scalded over the hyper-sensitive glans of his prick as the young boy slowly began to withdraw the needy shaft of his manhood.
Up, inch by inch, he drug himself from the steamy depths of her quim. Baseball stats, multipication tables, anything, he tried to keep his mind off the wonderful gripping folds of her pussy. She was tight, like a velvet-covered vise around his bone-hard lance. That this willing young girl was so uninhibited was a total turn-on to the youth. She wanted him and had made no bones about it. She wanted but one thing, and he was only too willing to give it to her.
When his glans stood positioned just between the inner scalloped lips of her cunt, he suddenly drove his pelvis down. His pulsing dick rammed hard into the edacious mouth of her body. She bucked upward accepting his offering.
In a fleshy slap their bodies met at the cores. Then quickly they pulled back only to hunch together once again. Again and again setting a frantic pace the young couple worked their hips like two mad people.
This was no good and he quickly realized it. The wanton black-haired beauty beneath him was too exciting. His balls would be unable to hold their load unless he somehow slowed the pace, allowing him to direct more of his attention to the delightful seductress.
A slight shift to the side did the trick. There in the cool grass, bathed in moonlight and kissed by a gentle evening breeze, they lay side-by-side. Accommodating his movement, the girl suddenly wrapped her legs around his nakedness, gripping him behind the buttock with her thighs. It was his turn to groan. She squeezed down, her vaginal vise holding him firmly.
Held so wonderfully, he found his hips restricted a bit. Not that he cared. Now he simply sent new trembles of pleasure searing through her by a series of short, quick strokes. The results were fantastic. The young woman immediately responded with writhing pelvis and corkscrewing gyrations.
His hips keeping up their short but steady strokes, he brought both hands to her chest capturing the firm, fleshy cones of her budding breasts. His fingers and thumbs massaged and fondled, sending a fresh blast of sensual sensation along a direct line to her core.
Like a child with a new Christmas toy, he played with those tempting mounds. He kneaded, white flesh squilching up between his fingers. He rolled, flattening the proud cones beneath his palms. He pushed, easing the twin knolls upward, then releasing them and watching the duo juggling and jiggle back to their original forms. He tugged her tits downward and again released them.
And when his hands were finally sated with the satiny feel of her tits, he used his mouth. Tongue and lips worked together, licking and kissing, sucking and pulling. Her nipples stood hard and erect. She thrust her chest forward, as though trying to stuff the twin peaks into his mouth.
While bombarding her with the dual oral and cock attack, he let one of his hands slip slowly down the smoothness of her young, flat stomach. Through the silky fleece of her bush his fingers weaved. There at the top of her sexual slash, he found the nubbin of flesh he sought, her clitoris.
Her whole body jerked and quaked when his fingertip brushed over the erect button of flesh. She moaned deep and long. Her hips bucked and twisted around the firmly rooted length of his cock.
"Close ... so .... close," she somehow managed to groan between the hissing of her constant moans.
He tried to up the rhythm of his hips, but it was impossible. Her legs held him tightly, hampering any hard and fast movement. However, his mouth increased the intensity of his sucking and his tongue lashed over her nipple like a wet whip. And his finger lolled over the sensitive nubbin of her clit.
He felt the growing passion of her lust. Every muscle in her slim, sleek frame strained. Her pelvis hunched wildly into him. Each stroke, though short and shallow, drove her closer and closer to the ultimate of carnal pleasures.
Then her body went rigid. Her legs doubled the strength of her grip. He could no longer move. But it didn't matter, she came, crying out in a high piteous voice of total delight.
Movement was not needed on his part either. He simply allowed the walls of control to crumble. In hot, rushing gushes of lust his testicles released their load. He came, his own body thrusting as deep as he could into her quim. He came, spurt after creamy spurt fountaining into the teenager's willing cunt.
And when the last trembly quiver of pleasure subsided, the young couple lay there as though neither were unwilling to break the intimate joining of their bodies. Gratefully they kissed and held to one another until Keith's deflated prick at last slithered from her eorne-drenched pussy.
Giving the youth a quick kiss, Sherry rose and quickly began dressing. "That was good. You're quite a man. Did you know that?"
"And you're one hell of a woman," he answered a bit embarrassed, but pleased by her praise. "I wish we didn't have to get back to the house."
"So do I, but it's getting late." The girl reached down and tossed him his jeans. "Look, the weekend isn't over. We'll think of some way to get together again."
"Maybe another walk tomorrow night?" Keith suggested, already anticipating the next time they would be alone.
"I don't think it will work again," Sherry shook her head. "But I'll think of something. I'm greedy. When I've found something I like, I can't get enough of it."
The young man smiled. He couldn't have agreed more with her sentiments.
Chapter Six
Keith watched the next day drag by. Sherry and he were side-by-side all day. The trouble was Sherry's older step-sister Jennie was there too.
Given any other circumstances the young man would have enjoyed having two such beautiful girls with him. But he knew where he and Sherry stood, and Jennie only made a crowd.
Still, it wasn't until that evening at dinner that he even thought of his mother and the handsome head of the household she had come to visit. He wondered a moment about what had happened between the two while he and Sherry had discovered each other's body last night. However, a quick, knowing wink across the table from Sherry brought his thoughts back to more pressing matters. The day was almost over and they had yet found time to be alone. It wasn't until after dinner while Keith helped the black-haired nymph clear the table that Sherry whispered to him, "After everyone is in bed and asleep come to my room."
Before he could answer, Jennie was there again. He nodded, but was unsure if Sherry saw, though he didn't doubt that she knew he would accept the invitation. After last night, how could she doubt it?
Anticipation of what was to come only made the evening of television and talk between the two families drag by for the young man. His eyes constantly roved to Sherry and hers to him. It was unbearable to have her so close, yet so far away.
Following the 10 p.m. news his mother and Jennie called it a day and excused themselves. Waiting another ten minutes, Keith did likewise.
In his room, he quickly showered and ran an electric razor over his face. Then he switched off the lights and settled back atop his bed. In the dark he listened as Sherry, then Sean, went to their rooms. His need for the young girl rising by each passing moment, he contained his need and waited an hour more before slipping on the bottoms to his pajamas and quietly making his way down the hall.
A dim glow came from beneath the door to the teen-age girl's room. Softly, he knocked. The sound of footsteps came from within, then the slow turning of the doorknob. The door opened a crack and Sherry peered out. She smiled, opening the door to him and hastening the youth into her bedroom.
"It's been a long day," he said. His eyes remained on the dark-tressed beauty. She wore a white terry-cloth bathrobe, the shining blackness of her shoulder-length hair falling lightly around her shoulders. "I didn't think everybody would ever get to bed."
"Neither did I," Sherry said, her arms circling him, her mouth passionately covering his.
While their tongues darted back and forth into each other's mouth, taunting and teasing, Keith soaked in the feel of this delightful nymph. The warmth of her body suffused through the rough cloth. The rises of her tits pressed hard and yearning against him.
"Hey, you two," a feminine voice came from behind the couple, "I thought this was going to be a threesome?"
The shock of hearing that voice brought Keith straight up in rigid attention. His head jerked around, his eyes widening and his mouth falling open in surprise.
There sitting on the edge of the bed was Sherry's older sister, Jennifer. The nineteen-year-old blonde smiled coyly at the young man. She stood, her eyes roving over his half-nakedness.
"I tried to tell you earlier," Sherry said when his eyes returned to her. "But there wasn't time. Our parents were always around."
The black-haired beauty tugged at the sash to her robe, yanking it open. She tossed her shoulders back, letting it drop to the floor around her ankles. The youth's eyes darted over her complete nakedness rediscovering the beauties of her slim and trim body.
"Then we decided it would be more fun to surprise you." Jennie now spoke, bringing the boy's gaze back to her. "We didn't think you'd mind finding two loving step-sisters waiting, rather than just one."
With the same casual movement Sherry had used to disrobe, the sexy blonde tugged open her own terry-cloth robe and tossed her shoulders back. It fell to the floor unveiling her own nakedness.
Sherry said something, but he didn't hear. His attention was riveted to the lovely goddess standing before him. His eyes couldn't take in enough of her, nor could they decide just where to alight. The blonde's breasts were mountain-like peaks, high and firm cones, fully those of a woman. Perched atop each proud crest was a pinkly blossoming nipple. Surrounding each was a halo of slightly lighter coral flesh.
And alluringly located between the sleek flatness of her youthful stomach and the long coltish legs, the boy's eyes found the golden fleece of her pubis. Beneath that downy bush, he saw he pink slit of her sex, its outer lips pouting in anticipation.
"I think he's gone into coma," Sherry said. "Two women are too much for him. I guess the only thing we can do is give him a shock treatment."
The younger girl's hands abruptly grabbed the front of his pajama bottoms. She ripped open the snaps, jerking the thin fabric down his legs. When the pants surrounded his ankles, she yanked again.
The sudden loss of balance brought the boy back to life. He twisted as he fell to the floor, catching himself with outstretched arms, saving himself from a painful tumble.
"That's better," the young girl said when he rolled to his back, lifting himself on elbows. "I thought you were going to stand there gawking at Jennie all night. After all, it was I who invited you here. You hadn't forgotten about me, had you?"
There was no way for him to forget about the tauntingly lovely nymph. Her hands were firmly wrapped around his limp penis, squeezing and fondling. Virile life surged in pulsing waves through the thickening hose of his prick. Stiffening and lengthing it grew under her persistent attention until a rigid mast of manmeat jutted proudly from his groin.
"Mmmm, that's more like it," the girl cooed with satisfaction. "I see this still remembers I'm around."
Before the young man could reply, the eager girl leaned forward. Her lips tenderly kissed the engorged crown of his rod. Immediately his cock jerked and twitched under the rousing sensations of her willing mouth.
"I can also see this beautiful pussy-pleaser remembers my promise to use my mouth tonight," the kneeling girl said.
Her tongue flicked wet and pink from behind her lips and lovingly tapped the reddening glans. It was a teasing action, just enough to tempt him with what she had planned. Then, pulling the fleshy rod straight up, her oral digit laved over the nut-like head of his dick, slicking it with the moisture of her saliva.
He made no attempt to conceal his pleasure with her actions. A long and satisfied moan worked from his throat. His body quivered in trembly shivers while she continued the delightful bathing of his now-needy tool.
Wet oral sounds rose to him as the girl worked her way down the full length of the cock she so covetously held. When she reached the hairy base of the swollen rod, her tongue wrapped around the fat stalk. With one large swipe, she rose back up, licking the veined underside of the meaty column.
The urge to reach down and shove his cock into the young sex goddess's mouth rose in the youth. But he contained himself. The slim beauty gave herself willingly. That was enough. Besides, he had never had a girl work so diligently on his rod. The sensations were unbelievable. He had no intention of ruining a good thing by abruptly jaming his prick into her lovely mouth and fucking her face.
The girl's teeth now nibbled at the fleshy column presented by his sex. Not painfully, but definitely excitingly, she daintily worked down, then up the solid shaft. Reaching the pulsing knob of his glans, she once more pressed her lips tightly against the throbbing smoothness.
Then she pulled back a bit, as though examining the length of mansex she created. Smiling, her head tilted to him, her eyes shone with an incandescent gleam of impish delight. Her gaze meeting his, her head started down again.
Her mouth open into a wide "O". With deliberate slowness, she scooped up the thick shaft, allowing it to enter the warm shelter of m her mouth. Then to his total surprise, she went down, down, and down.
He was sure his eyes and the marvelous sensations of his body betrayed him. Yet, it was true. The black-haired nymph took every pulsating inch of his cock. She swallowed his bludgeoning burden, taking him into her throat. She stopped only when her strained lips were wrapped in a tight ring around his base and her nose nestled in his pubic forest.
Then she sucked, pulling up hard and slow. He groaned, his hips twitching with the onslaught of pleasure her oral caresses provided.
"This was supposed to be a threesome." A blur of woman flesh settled beside his head. Jennie knelt there, leaning forward so that her fully-developed tits dangled but mere inches from his face. "But it seems my greedy stepsister has decided you belong to her."
Unsure just how a man could handle two such willing women at once, the boy lowered himself to his back and grinned up to the older blonde. While she smiled back at him, his hands rose. His fingertips, then palms gently caressed the sexual warm cones hanging so temptingly close.
"Yesss," she sighed while his hands moved in slow circles over the silky flesh of her breasts. "That's much better. I had just about decided I was brought here to watch a floor show."
"I had no intention of neglecting you," the youth said, delighting in finding his hands so fully occupied. "I just wasn't sure what to do with two beautiful women. It's not something a man has happen to him every day."
"Ohhhh, that's good," she moaned softly when his fingers firmly kneaded into the satiny texture of her tits. "Sherry was right, you're quite a guy. Most men we know would have been scared out of their minds to find two aggressive girls waiting for them."
"It was a bit of a shock." His thumbs found the coral pink buds of her precariously perched nipples and pressed them, trying to bury the buttons within the marshmellowy flesh of her breasts.
"We were afraid you might turn and run," the lovely blonde said. "We didn't know what would happen. We've never done this before."
Tm glad to be the first."
He emphasized his words by pulling gently on her elongated cones. Easily he maneuvered one of the erect nipples into his mouth, sucking deeply. Again the girl moaned, keeping her voice down, aware that too much noise could awaken their parents.
While he nibbled and sucked, squeezed and fondled the delightful cones of the blonde's breasts, he cast a glance down to his crotch. Sherry was still there, though he needed no visual assurance of that fact. The things her mouth was doing to his prick he was unable to ignore. Down, ever downward, she dropped, sucking the swollen rail of flesh into her throat.
Returning his attention to the sexy older sister kneeling beside his head, he released one nipple and took the other into his mouth. At the same time, his left hand squeezed its pleasurable burden one last time, then slipped down over the sleek flatness of her stomach. His fingertips wiggled through the soft silky strands of her pubic moss, playing there a moment. Then he dipped his index finger into the welcoming harbor of her sex.
The girl shuddered under the sudden digital impalement of her quim. She rocked forward, her hands shooting out to his chest for support. Her own fingers found the small "pebbles of his nipples and toyed with them.
Sliding his finger up into the juicy pocket of the alluring blonde's cunt, he wiggled it a bit, feeling the satiny-smooth ripples of her vaginal channel. Then, he slowly eased the digit back in a penis-imitating action.
Around a mouthful of creamy titflesh, the boy moaned suddenly. The younger sister so lovingly attending his cock, abruptly pulled away. He glanced down again to see the naked beauty straddle his groin.
With both hands the girl inched his rod straight up. She pushed up on her knees so that the cock she held stood like a spike jutting toward her crotch. As she lowered herself onto the waiting shaft, he could see the open lips of her cunt, moisture glistening on their pinkness.
Then she was there, dropping down on the rigid rail. He shot upward into the liquid warmth of her young body. He groaned, trying to keep his voice down, as that tight vise of womanflesh once more clamped down on him.
While he soaked in the complete satisfaction of Sherry's young body, the older blonde beside him eased her breasts from his mouth and hands. She smiled down and reluctantly slid his pussy-fucking finger from her quim.
"Sherry said you gave her an extra-special kiss last night," the blue-eyed girl whispered, glancing at her stepsister mounted on his crotch. "I was wondering if ..."
He needed no further words. That extra-special kiss was one he would never deny a woman. He waved her atop him.
Grinning, the blonde, quickly straddled his head, then lowered herself to his face. Without hesitation, the doubly-ridden boy opened his mouth and licked out with his tongue. Wet and lapping, the very tip of his oral digit reamed up and down the moist groove of the girl's cunt.
Never had he ever dreamed of such sexual fulfillment. Last night Sherry had been totally unexpected. And now tonight, he found himself laying under both these glorious step-sisters.One was firmly rooted on his pike of cock and the other sat facing her sister while he tongued the hot socket of her cunt. Not even in his wildest fantasies had he ever expected to find himself satisfying two women at once.
Driving his tongue into the welcoming mouth of Jennie's pussy, he bucked his hips upward to impale Sherry on his throbbing cock. There was no doubt about it, he was on a power trip. Sexual energy flowed through him. He was alive with the feel of these girls, virile with desire to please them fully.
Fingertips! He felt fingers touching his prick. No, he realized they were just brushing his rod by accident. Their true destination was Sherry's clit. Other fingers moved above his mouth, groping for Jennie's pleasure trigger.
For a moment he was confused, then it struck him. The two girls were fondling each other. Not only did the stepsisters have a decided taste for the pleasures of men, but they also seemed to have-a yearning for each other.
Unseen to his eyes, the two girls above him were locked in a passionate embrace. While their willing fingers fondled and excited each others' "lit, their free hands lovingly massaged each other's tits. Their mouths were pressed together, tongues duelling wildly.
The double-stimulation of their mutual caresses only increased their excitement. At the same time, the young man they possessed together drilled his tongue up into the cunt of one of them while shafting his cock into the other's.
Sherry came first, far more the aroused of the stepsisters. Planting herself hard on the youth's pulsing lovewand, she came, her sister's kiss smothering the passion of her moans.
Keith lost control of his own passion. He came, hot and thick, he blasted into the black-haired girl's sex. Only she was no longer there. Her own body weak and quaking, Sherry rolled from his crotch and lay on her side on the floor.
His coming prick remained unsheathed only for a moment. The blonde, taking full advantage of his edacious, pussy-pleasing tongue, immediately leaned forward. Her mouth opened and took the fountaining crown of his cock. While his tongue reamed and lapped and laved gratefully around in the velvet smooth pocket of her vagina, she sucked away and swallowed down every drop of his jizm, not to mention a healthy taste of her stepsister's pussy juices which still drenched his prick.
And when she drank away the last drop of his sperm and semen, she then turned her attention to licking away the creamy drops that had spilled over his stomach and thighs when Sherry had lost her seat.
Only then did she allow his persistent oral whip to lash her into complete orgasm. As Jennie had done with her, Sherry rolled beside the blonde, taking her face in her hand, kissing her. Thus muffling the girl's cries of wanton pleasure.
Moments passed before either of the threesome moved. Sherry was first, easing her stepsister from Keith's body. She then helped Keith to a sitting position.
"I'm sorry we surprised you like this, but there wasn't a right time or way to tell you," the lovely teenager said.
"No need for apologies," he laughed softly. "Only a fool would complain about you two. This was unbelievable."
Jennie's eyes, still misted with satisfaction, flickered open. "You can say that again."
Keith passed on saying the obvious. "I told you I was a ball-freak last night," Sherry said. "I just forgot to mention that my older sister was too. In fact, she is responsible for my own sexual addiction."
The youth listened while the girl briefly described how she and Jennie had been exploring each other's body since Sherry's birthday.
"Sounds terribly wicked, doesn't it?" Jennie murmured, still a bit groggy from her climax. "Even perverted."
"Not to me," Keith replied. "If I had a sister that looked like either of you, I think I might have found my way into her bed sooner or later."
The girls laughed, muffling their voices with their hands. Then Jennie glanced at her younger stepsister. The two girls stared at one another a moment as though exchanging words telepathically. Sherry nodded, and Jennie turned back to Keith.
"What about a girl making it with her stepfather?" she said.
"What is this, try to shock Keith night or something?" He said, somehow unsure of what the naked blonde was getting at.
"No, I was just wondering what your reaction would be," Jennie went on. "You see, I gave my virginity to Sean ..."
He wasn't listening any more, or not hearing. The girl wasn't kidding. She was making it with her father. He was shocked. It wasn't really incest, but it bordered closely on it.
Yet, at the same time, he was intrigued by the prospect. It touched close to home, very close. All his thoughts of his mother and his recently discovered jealously suddenly came flooding back into his mind. "Well," Sherry's voice interrupted his thoughts, "what you do think?"
"It's sexy, damn sexy," Keith replied, uncertain whether he spoke of Jennie and Sean, or the image that suddenly filled his mind.
"So do I," the dark-haired girl said. "In fact, if the opportunity ever presents itself, my father had better look out, because his daughter is going to find out what he's been giving his stepdaughter."
"You're serious, aren't you?" Keith asked.
"Yes, very serious," Sherry answered, and he could see that she was.
His initial shock passed. No longer could he see anything wrong with what the girls were planning. Nor did he see anything wrong with what was running through his own mind. He realized, like the uninhibited Sherry, should the opportunity ever present itself, he too would take advantage of the situation. He would make love with his mother.
"Look!" Jennie suddenly sat up, pointing to his crotch. "He really meant it when he said it was sexy."
"The true test," Sherry piped. "There's no way to deny evidence like that."
A bit embarrassed, Keith glanced down. His cock was once more raising its head, stiffening. But only he knew it was not at the thought of the two girls bedding their father. His own fantasy, one where his prick was deeply entrenched in his mother's cunt, awoke new lust within his teenage groin.
"I think we should make use of that lovely cock," Sherry said, moving toward Keith.
"Not so fast, Baby Sister," Jennie said, sliding to Keith's side. "This time, this belongs to me."
While the young man watched, the blonde rose to her hands and knees. She turned around so that her lovely oval asscheeks wiggled temptingly at him.
There was no doubt what she wanted. And he was going to give it to her. Without a moment's delay, the boy scrambled to his knees and positioned himself behind the kneeling beauty. There was no need for fore-play, her quim was still moist and juicy from his oral caresses.
Taking his prick in hand, he placed its head against the upturned slash of her cunt, then shoved his hips forward. In one driving thrust, he crammed his cock ball-deep into the haven of her belly. The girl grunted, but accepted his sudden entry without protest. Her ass wiggled a bit, as though trying to pull him even deeper into her body.
"This isn't fair," Sherry pouted. "At least, you had Keith's mouth."
The younger girl suddenly smiled. She scurried around in front of the young blonde and stretched out on her back. Her sleek creamy thighs opened lasciviously. The older sister took the cue. Her head dipped between Sherry's legs and her tongue flicked out, licking over the offered pussy.
Keith eased his swollen lance from Jennie's quim then shoved back again. The girl shuttered under the impact, her face dropping forward to be buried in Sherry's wanton snatch.
It would go that way, he realized, his strokes controlling both girls, until at last, Sherry came, then Jennie, and finally his own desire would boil forth. And after that?
He pushed the thought from his mind. At the moment, he had his hands full with the girl he fucked from behind.
Chapter Seven
The clock on Sherry's dresser read 2 a.m. When Keith at last slipped from the girls' room and started tiptoeing back to his own.
He made it halfway down the hall before ducking back into the shadows. Ahead of him, his mother was also quietly walking down the corridor. While he watched, she stopped in front of Sean's door, looked both ways, then entered.
The boy's temples pounded. There was no doubt as to his mother's reason for entering the man's room this late at night. Jealousy flared. The youth felt threatened. This man had suddenly entered their life and his mother was giving herself to him.
As soon as the door to the bedroom closed behind her, Keith rushed to his room. There he threw himself on the bed. Despite his recent draining by Sherry and Jennie, his cock stood stiff and erect. This time it grew for want of his own mother, his mother who was now sharing the bed of a virtual stranger. His feeling of helplessness and rage suddenly dissipated. In a split-second he knew what to do.
Anne trembled with excitement when she closed the door behind her. Sean's bedroom was dark, though she could hear the man breathing.
There was a slight squeak of bed springs, then the stabbing glare of light as he switched on a bed lamp. She blinked, adjusting to the harsh light. When she looked up, the man stood only a few feet from her. He was naked. His penis dangled like a thick hose of meat from his crotch.
"I feel wicked," she whispered when he stepped toward her. "Like your mistress, or your whore, coming here at your beck-and-call."
"You are," he answered with a smile. "Tonight you're here to serve me. You exist for pleasure."
New quivery trembles raced up and down her spine. His expression was intense, a man who knew just how much he controlled a woman and didn't attempt to hide that power. Her breasts rose and fell in labored breaths as he came closer. The thin fabric of her silky negligee seemed hot, the heavy globes of her breasts straining against it.
Sean's eyes, even blacker in the dim light, were alive with lusty fire as he watched the rise and fail of her chest. He could see every inch of her nakedness beneath that flimsy robe. She had planned it that way. A seductive touch to add to his arousal. At the moment, it worked. His prick bobbed upward, hardening to a pole of need.
"My lady of the night," he said softly, stopping but a few inches in front of her. His hand gently cradled the side of her face.
"Yes," she nodded. "Yours . . ."
His left hand found a simple tie-string under her throat and pulled it free. "Mine completely."
Again she trembled. The front of her negligee opened and his left hand slipped in, cupping one of her tits. She felt weak and vulnerable, yet erotically drawn to this man. He knew she was in his control. He knew and enjoyed every moment of it.
And she loved it! This is what she had hungered for. This is what every cell in her body cried out for.
"Mine completely," he repeated.
"Yesss," her voice was a whisper of desire. "Completely yours, for whatever you want."
Softly, he kissed her lips, his tongue-tip taunting a moment.
First, I want to look at you. His hands left cheek and breast. Dipping to the front of her negligee, he lifted it from her shoulders.
She tried to contain her excitement, but with little success. Tonight she was a carnal animal, existing only to serve this man standing close and near. As he let the silky fabric slide down her arms, then drift to the floor, gathering like a cloud around her ankles, aroused waves of gooseflesh shot up and down her spine.
Like a work of art, he unveiled her body, leaving her standing before him in completely unashamed nakedness.
"Exquisite," he said, as though he spoke a thought out loud. "Beautiful."
A sex object, she thought. She was a total sex object tonight, not a whore. She gave herself to him in slavish servility. She asked for no pay for her services, only the virile feel of that marvelous shaft of cock proudly lancing from his crotch. For that, she was willing to do anything.
"Kneel," he said. His voice was soft and gentle, but the command was there.
It was that command, the power he knew he held over her, that compelled her to sink to her knees before him on the floor. Her eyes roiled forward, staring straight into the uptiited shaft of sex she craved wantonly. Deep within her core, moisture welled, lubricant wetting the willing channel of her cunt.
He reached down, taking the rigid pole of meat by its base. His fingertips inched it downward so that its slitted mouth came into full view. A single drop of crystal-clear pre-seminal fluid oozed from the slit. Shamelessly, her lips parted. Her tongue, moist and pink, flicked out wetting her full ruby-red lips.
Shameless. She felt totally shameless before him. All that mattered was this moment and that wonderfully thick slab of manmeat he sported. That and the fact he would give it to her.
Without a word, he stepped forward to press the bulging crown of cockmeat against her lips. And without even a thought of protest, she opened wide. If this was the way she would get the dick she so desperately needed, then she would content herself with having it within her mouth.
Inward he moved, feeding her the swollen tube of cock. Wide, wide, wider, her jaws strained to accept the ponderous burden. The redness of her full lips pouted over the plum-thick knob of his glans. A new blast of arousal quaked through her core. She tasted him. That small drop of pre-seminal juice rolled onto the carpet of her tongue. Slightly salty and masculine, she relished the flavor.
Still inward moved the throbbing length of sex. Her delicate nostrils flared. She sucked in a deep breath, quelling the urge to gag before it started. At the same time, she breathed deeply of his scent. It was far from offensive. In fact there was still a hint of soap left from his evening shower.
Unyielding and long, the rigid shaft slithered to the back of her mouth, then into her throat. She held him there, cradled in the sweet warmth of her face, jaws aching from the strain and cheeks bulging outward with his mass.
"Good," he said above her, his hands drifting downward to caress her cheeks. "You're good, so damn good!"
His hips eased back. The plunging prod moved outward, creating a sense of emptiness within her. She sucked at him, attempting to retain the thick lance. Her tongue washed around and around the massive column, worshipping its marvelous feel.
She felt the trembling waves of pleasure her mouth sent into his muscular body. If he held power over her, she now sensed her own control of the man towering over her. Warm satisfaction glowed within her, spreading out in hot rushes of lust.
Then his prick slid in once again. She made no movement, but simply knelt at his feet. For the moment, she was no more than a vessel for his desire. She didn't suck his cock; he fucked her face with slow and determined strokes. And she loved it!
In that moment, she realized it didn't matter who was standing above her. That the man she knelt before was Sean Devon added to the thrill. But at this instant all that truly mattered was that she serviced a male and that her mouth was filled* aching delightfully, with long, hard cock.
She was, she knew, totally carnal. Sex in its every form was what she craved. Men, to touch, to taste, to feel, to fuck-she existed to serve and give pleasure.
Hungrily, her tongue laved lovingly around the solid spear of sexmeat crammed deeply into her face. She loved it; she worshipped it with every ounce of her being. For this and only this she existed at this instant in her life.
His hips rocked to-and-fro. Her head caught the rhythm, sliding forward as he eased inward, slipping back when he slipped away.
She sucked at the aroused length. Hard she pulled, reveling as the engorged rod flowed over her tongue and crept into her throat, as though trying to touch her tonsils. Deeper and deeper, she accepted the ponderous burden of his swollen cock. Tighter and tighter, she clamped her lips around his wonderfully pulsating lovewand.
His legs were quivering now. She could feel the tremors shooting up from his watery knees and trembling along his cock. Her mouth, her love, had produced this. He commanded, he controlled. She accepted, she worshipped, in that, she found her own control.
Her hands tauntingly caressed his inner thighs. Tickling, she worked upward until the hairy bag of his testicles balanced lightly in her hands. Her fingertips tested the swollen rocks within. Hard and big, they seemed to flutter around within the security of their wrinkled sac.
The man feeding his fat prick into her face groaned. He was close. Soon the lust held in the two kidney-shaped balls would spew forth. She shivered in anticipation of that exploding moment. Fountains of hot cream would spurt from the throbbing tip of his prick. She would suck, drinking down every last drop. She would drain him like he had never been drained before. He would then realize the sexual animal he created that night in the hotel.
With a wet pop, he jerked back, wrenching his glorious cock from her lips. She groaned. In an instant, her mouth was empty, totally vacant of the massive prodder she slavishly worshipped.
Disappointment and hurt filled her eyes when they rolled up to meet his gaze. He smiled warmly, but it did nothing to fill the void within her. She needed him, needed the filling thickness of his sex.
Stooping before her, the dark-haired artist cupped her chin with his hands. He leaned forward and gently kissed the lips that had so lovingly caressed his prick but a second before.
"You were getting to me," he whispered. "And I wasn't ready for that yet."
She didn't answer, but nodded, willing to accept whatever he planned for this night. His hands slowly moved to her shoulders, then fondled down her sides. Her very skin seemed alive, gooseflesh rippling over arms and back. Back his fingers crept, drifting over the small of her back and covering the demi-globes of her ass.
"I want this now," he whispered, his fingers firmly kneading the fleshy mounds of her buttocks, leaving no doubt as to his wishes.
She shivered. He had taken her cunt and her mouth. Now his cock wanted to be driven up into the tiny round hole of her anus. "Yess, yes, yes!"
"On the bed," he replied. "On your hands and knees."
With a quick kiss to show her pleasure, she scrambled to the waiting bed, taking her position on all-fours. She waggled her hips a bit, presenting the inviting curves of her bottom to the man who mounted the mattress behind her.
"Hurry, please!" she urged him on. "I want to feel you in me."
She moaned as shivery, delicious thrills swirled around her core when his hands once again touched the waiting mounds of her ass. Gentle at first, his warm palms caressed the silky, white smoothness.
"Relax," he said, his hands conveying the message of his words. "Try to relax every muscle of your body."
She tried, but failed. His exploring fingers were too damn exciting. There was no way to relax when the fires of passion burned so high. She wanted him to slam his rigid spike into her, to take her hard and rough. Surely, he could see her need.
Still, he proceeded as though he was simply massaging her rear-mounds. His hands wove gentle sensual circles over the pillow like contours of her buttocks. He leaned forward and tenderly kissed the uptilted roundness.
She moaned and wiggled her rear a bit more, trying to show him the urgency. But his fingers only drifted between her heated thighs. A finger toyed with the silk-fringed slit of her cunt a moment, then dipped into that wet well.
"Arggahhh!" Her body quaked at the unexpected invasion.
His finger whipped around, stirring the humid hole of her sex. Then it was gone. She groaned in disappointment. Was he only teasing her, taunting unmercifully?
Wide, his palms eased open the cheeks of her bottom. Warm and moist, she felt him press his finger against the puckered mouth of her asshole. Then she understood what he was doing. His finger wiggled into the tiny mouth, slicking the round entrance with an ample sample of her own pussy juices.
She sighed while he worked his digit around in her backside He was thoughtful. He prepared the way for his eventual entry. Using the abundant supply of natural lubricants flowing within her quim, he literally greased her anal entrance. Again and again his finger dipped into her pussy, then returned to spread the juices on her ass.
Not only did the procedure lubricate the delicate membranes of her anus, but she quickly grew accustomed to having his finger working in and out of her. It was a thrilling preparation for the thick tube of cock that would soon skewer into the depths of her bowels.
"Relax," he said again. "I take this slow and easy."
She wanted him hard and fast, but she nodded her head. The man behind her knew what he was doing and the correct way to do it.
"Ohhhhh!" Rippling arousal shot through her kneeling body. His hands spread wide the cheeks of her rear and his bludgeoning cock-head pressed against the puckered brown mouth of her ass.
With steady pressure he pushed. She fought her excitement and relaxed. The tight ring of her anus abruptly gave way.
"Ahhhhhaggarahhh!" She moaned in total pleasure.
Big and fat, the head of his prick shot up into the round channel of her ass. She immediately clamped down, squeezing like a vise around the imposing thickness. The man kneeling at her back moaned a groan of his own and squeezed his fingers roughly into her asscheeks.
She knew if only a fraction of the heat and pleasure she felt were being transmitted to his rigid shaft, then his pleasure was as overwhelming as her own. She squeezed a bit tighter, then relaxed. Upward along the channel of her back, his thick prod slid, sheathing itself in her body. All the way he came, every marvelous inch drilling deeply into her bowels until his balls slapped softly against the curves of her rump. He felt good impaled there. Her body was totally alive now, totally centered on the inflexable spike skewering her.
"Move," she whispered in urgency. "I want you to move!"
He did. In an exciting, steady rhythm, he rocked to-and-fro. His wonderfully hot tool plowed the tight furrow of her ass. She slowly took his strokes, letting her body move with him, matching his in-out flow.
Full, she was completely full. He packed her, crammed her. Never, even with the wanton slit of her cunt, had a man felt so completely filling.
And she could feel him. Every throbbing inch of him seemed so alive and virile. Her rectum seemed to conform to his massive contours, molding itself around the fatness of his cock. She sensed each tiny throb of his rod, thrilled with every pulsing jerk of his woman-pleaser.
"Steady yourself," he said.
Digging her hands into the bed, she did as he said. The man skewered into her ass leaning his weight onto her back. His arms encircled her, his hands finding the elongated cones of her tits dangling from her chest.
While his burning wand of lust slithered in and out of her asshole, his fingers kneaded into the fleshy forms of her breasts. His thumbs politely paid attention to the stiffly erect buttons of her nipples.
So alive with him, she thought. Every nerve in her body was white-hot from the never-ceasing blasts of excitement he created. She hunched and wiggled into the impaling pole drilled into her backside. She moaned and groaned while his hands rolled and tugged at the dual mounds of desire dangling from her chest.
And then, suddenly one of his hands left her tits and raced to her crotch. Without a warning, he grasped the red-fringed mound of her cunt and squeezed.
"God!" She groaned out. "What are you doing to me? It's so damn good!"
But he knew exactly what he was doing. He was overloading her quaking body with sensation after sensation. And she took each one, hungry for the next.
Wiggling a finger into the wet slash of her quim, he pumped the digit into her, matching the rhythm of his skewering cock. Then another finger found the pleasure-laden button of her clit.
One slight brush over that every-ready nubbin of lust was all it took. A roar of a thousand crashing waves filled her ears. A nova of white-hot pleasure exploded within her thighs, flaring out to meet at her core. She came, softly moaning the full passion of her ecstasy. She came, her body beset by soul-shattering fleshquakes.
And when the tremors of her orgasm leveled off, she felt the man behind her. His cock was shoved hard and deep into the velvet channel of her ass. His own body was a-tremble as he blasted his own desire into her body.
She trembled with renewed delight. Squeezing down on his impaling bone-hard pole, she doubled his pleasure, as well as her own. She literally could feel each scalding spurt of his prick. Every hot volcanic fountain of his come sent new thrills racing up her backside.
She held him there deep within the vise-like confines of her bowels until his cock deflated to a hose of drained flesh and wetly slipped from her come-filled ass.
Together, man and woman, they lowered themselves to the bed. Taking each other in their arms, they kissed. Their tongues gratefully played over one another. Their hands gently caressed and explored, just relishing the feel of their bodies.
And when their mouths parted and endearments were whispered, Anne rested her head in the hollow of the artist's shoulder. She closed her eyes, savoring the satisfaction of their carnal coupling.
This was more than she had expected of the weekend, she thought, reveling in his closeness. This was far better than the night in the hotel. Good, she thought, so damn good. Then she drifted into a thoroughly restful slumber.
Chapter Eight
Anne opened her eyes and stretched. She felt luxurious. Sated and wonderful, her body was rested from the short nap. Rolling to her side, she reached out to snuggle closer to the wonderful man who so totally fulfilled her feminine needs.
Her hand met only empty air.
Sean was gone. Sitting up, she glanced around the room. The small night lamp was still on and the door to the bedroom was slightly ajar. But Sean was no where to be seen.
Slipping from the bed, she found her thin, black negligee on the floor where it had dropped when Sean slipped it from her body. Quickly getting into the flimsy, robe-like garment, she walked to the door.
Peering outside, she saw only the blackness of the hall. No lights came from any of the bedrooms. However, she did hear what she thought to be the opening of a refrigerator.
Smiling to herself, she stepped into the hall and quietly closed the door behind her. Sean apparently had gone off for an early morning snack, something she could use herself.
On tiptoes, she felt her way down the dark corridor. However, she was still unfamilar with the house. Instead of turning into the dining room which led to the kitchen, she found herself in the den.
Getting her bearing, the auburn-haired woman turned around and managed to get back to the hall. Finding the dining room, she started toward the kitchen, ready to join her man.
Halfway there, she stopped dead.
A dim light glowed from the spacious kitchen. In the light she could see Sean standing by the table. And before him was his daughter Sherry. Anne moved back to the blackness of the shadows. She couldn't allow the young girl to see her like this. The black, lacy negligee she wore was meant only for Sean's eyes. What would the girl think? She knew exactly what the young girl would think, which is why she felt a flush of guilt and hid. As soon as Sherry left, she would join Sean, or follow him back to his bedroom.
"Why?" the black-haired girl's voice came from the kitchen. "I'm not a child anymore." "Sherry, you're my daughter," Sean answered. "Can't you understand?"
Anne moved closer. Though their voices weren't much above whispers, she sensed confrontation between father and daughter.
"No, I can't" the young girl replied. "Do you think I'm blind?"
"What do you mean?" Sean said.
"I know about you and Jennie," the girl said. "I know you sleep with her. She's told me."
Anne's mouth dropped open. She managed to stiffle a shocked gasp. Sean slept with his stepdaughter?
"Sherry . . . Sherry .. ." the man stumbled for words, "I don't know what to say."
"I don't want you to say anything," the girl said. "I want you to make love to me . . . the same way you make love with Jennie."
Anne couldn't believe what she was hearing. Yet, Sean made no denial of his incestuous relationship with his stepdaughter.
"I can't..." he mumbled. "You're my daughter."
"Do you love Jennie more? Isn't she your daughter too?" The teen-age girl moved around the table toward her father. "I want you. I want my father to make love to me."
As Anne peered out from the shadows, the black-haired girl-woman pulled open her robe and let it fall to the floor. She looked so young and perfectly shaped in the dim light, her breasts ripe looking cones not yet at full maturity, but definitely feminine. Her legs were long and coltish, though her hips already had that womanly flare. And'over her plump mound of Venus sleek, shining pubic hair formed a soft-appearing triangle that would tempt even a saint.
"Look at me," the girl insisted, her father's head rising. "I'm a young woman."
"Sherry . . ." the artist began, but the girl moved to him, shaking her head.
"Don't talk, just love me ... please."
She reached out taking his hands, lifting them to the youthful knolls of her tits. She held them there a moment, then slipped her fingers from his wrist. His hands stayed atop the lovely strained-looking mounds, his palms inching around to cup their firmness.
"Yes," the girl said. "It feels so good. Your hands are wonderful."
Anne watched Sean's fingers hesitantly press into the white flesh of the girl's breasts. She saw a tremor of pleasure shoot through the seductive nymph, obviously enjoying the feel of her own father's hands on her shameless body.
The girl's hand moved forward, finding the sash on her father's robe. She tugged it open, then her hands disappeared inside, moving below the waist.
Anne couldn't see exactly what the teenager was doing, but she had a damn good idea. The young beauty now possessed that marvelous shaft that had filled a grown-woman's ass less than an hour before.
Anger and jealousy flared within the spying woman. Yet at the same time, surges of renewed lust swirled within the core of her recently sated body. She was angry at the artist for bringing her to his house. She was jealous of the girl, jealous of the ease with which she drew her father to her. And she found the scene fascinating. Despite her social training against incest, she discovered urgings within her. She was mesmerized by the scene. Before her, in reverse, was her own fantasy-the fantasy of seducing her own son.
"It's gotten so hard," the girl murmured, her dark eyes rolling up to her father's face. "It so big! Beautiful!"
The man didn't answer, though his hands now kneaded firmly into the youthful breasts. He cupped them, rolling them up on his daughter's chest. His thumbs tapped at the dark mushrooms of her nipples, bringing them to stiff, aroused attention.
"I knew you couldn't deny me," the girl said. "I knew you wanted me too."
Anne tried to turn. She had no business standing here watching the father and daughter. It was humiliating enough to have stum- bled onto such a scene. But to gawk at them was perverted. She felt like a peeping torn. Yet, she was unable to walk away, unable to draw her gaze from the incestuous couple.
The dark-tressed beauty's hand now rose and fell with rhythmic regularity. Her father's knees quivered and his hands roughly dug into the lovely, tempting knolls of her still-maturing breasts.
"So hard and long," the girl whispered, stepping closer to her father. "I can feel it throbbing. I can feel you wanting me."
Anne could see the jutting tip of Sean's cock now. Its bulbuous head was smeared with the wetness of his own pre-seminal fluid. It looked angry and red as the girl jacked along its rail-like length.
"You do want me, don't you?" the teenager coyly asked. "You do want to make love to your daughter?"
The artist's chest heaved as though in indecision. Then he spoke one word, "Yes."
The girl's arms flew open and she wrapped them around her father's neck. Drawing herself to him, she covered his mouth with hers. His own arms circled her naked waist, tightly holding to her. There was no doubt in Anne's mind. She knew their tongues were entwined; she could almost feel the pressure of Sean's hairy chest ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------� crushing against Sherry s young tits. She knew the feel of lust-hardened nipples biting into his flesh, and the feel of his stiff cock laying against a thigh so close to the gateway to feminine pleasure.
Take me," the girl moaned quietly when they parted. "I want you to make love to me now."
Nodding, the man tossed off his robe to stand completely naked before his daughter. His prick was a rigid spike of desire, a straight shaft of incestuous lust. The girl's eyes rolled down and widened. Her mouth opened and the pinkness of her tongue flicked out to wet her inviting lips.
Girlish in figure and in years she might be, but there was no way she could disguise the totally female expression on her young face. Anne knew exactly what the teenager was thinking as she gazed at her father's marvelous hard cock. Yes, she could take it, take every inch of him and then beg for more.
"So big," the girl said with a touch of surprise in her voice.
Bigger than it felt in your hands, Anne thought, remembering the first time she actually saw a real man's equipment. At the time it looked to her as though it would rip her belly open. But it didn't. She swallowed that fat tube, giving herself to the pleasure of a man moving within her quim. Yes, ifs big, but you asked for it And now you're going to get it.
Taking the girl by her shapely slim waist, the man lifted her from the floor. He set her down atop the table, her lovely white hind-cheeks flattening against the surface.
Anne felt her heart quicken. He was going to take her there in the kitchen stretched atop the table. There was a dampening deep inside her, a rush of feminine need. Even knowing what she did now about the artist, she would have gladly exchanged places with the girl.
Using his palms, the father spread his daughter's legs. Beneath that fluffy moss of pubic down glistened moist lips, pouting open in anticipation of taking his ponderous cock into her intimate haven.
"Are you sure?" he asked, though to Anne it seemed more out of politeness than concern.
The black-tressed young nymph answered with another passionately long kiss, her breasts once more flattening against her father's chest.
At the same time, the older man's hands lovingly roved over the silken smoothness of her thighs. He taunted and fondled the rounded tops only to drift up the exciting whiteness of their interiors.
"God, yessss!" The girl threw back her head and moaned. Her body quaked and trembled with arousal.
Through the shining black fleece of her pubis, his fingers weaved. Then his palm clamped down on the womanly knoll of her young body and squeezed.
Anne watched, her breaths coming deep and hard, while he slid a finger up into the pink lips of the girl's cunt. In and out like a miniature penis, the father's finger drilled into the sweet pocket of the girl's opened body.
No virgin, Anne thought, clutching at herself. How many men and boys had this little nymph known? Her girlish frame was an illusion-Sherry was a woman and knew a woman's needs. Only the sexually ignorant could miss that.
The teenage daughter returned her hands to her father's shafting lance of manhood. Eagerly, she jacked at the magnificent spike. Her fingers wrapped around its engorged circumference and squeezed tightly. An action that drew a deep, throaty moan from her fatherly lover.
'This, I want this," the girl urged wantonly. "Please ... please!!!"
Easing his pussy juice-slickened finger from his daughter's twat, the artist gently lowered her back on the table. For a moment he stared down at the supine girl. Anne imagined his gaze devouring the shimmering domes of her breasts, the supple smoothness of her still-flat belly, and lastly, the waiting gash of her pink sex.
She knew each of those hungry looks. Only an hour ago his gaze had belonged to her. Now she stood spying on the father and daughter, wishing it was her body stretched before him. She shivered with needy lust. What had happened to her? How had her mild life been changed?
Sean grasped the long, fat length of his cock in a fist. Anne groaned softly. The moment had come. Soon father and daughter would be man and woman, lovers. She trembled at the thought. Her excitement rose toward a fevered pitch while she watched the man step between the girl's legs.
Closer and closer the head of his cock came. She saw the black-haired girl quake with arousal when the meaty crown of her father's cock brushed the fine strands of her pubic fleece. Then inward he moved. The plum-like tip of his prick touched, then splayed wide the pouted, pink lips of the girl's quim.
Sucking in her breath with Sherry, Anne watched wide-eyed as Sean's cock began to slip into the sheath channel of the girl's body. Inch by swollen inch, he slowly buried himself in the mouth of his daughter's belly.
"Good, so good," the supine beauty moaned - in complete satisfaction. "I never imagined anything like this. I'm full. You feel so big."
She was full. Anne well knew the magnificent sensations that now danced wildly within the young girl.
"Daddy, make love to me," Sherry whispered in an urgent voice. "Fuck your daughter!"
Suddenly the father's hips jerked back then rammed forward. The girl's body shuttered and quaked under the slamming onslaught of manmeat. Her arms reached out, pulling her father atop her body. Standing there between her widely spread legs, Sean's hips worked like a jackhammer.
While at the same time, his mouth and hands were completely involved in sucking and squeezing his daughter's firm breasts. Cock and mouth and hands, he totally possessed her teenage body now.
No, not quite totally, Anne thought, remembering his penetrating drilling of her own ass. Would he take the girl from behind when he finished ravishing her young pussy? The thought excited her, adding to her.already soaring arousal.
Father and daughter, daughter and father, no longer was she angry or jealous. Never had she witnessed a more sexy scene. Only her own fantasy of having Keith mount and plow her willing cunt was more exciting. But that would remain a fantasy. Never could she offer herself to her son as this shapely nymph did to her father. Never, never, never.
But----- She pushed the thought away. It must remain a fantasy.
The young girl groaned. Anne's attention returned to the father and daughter just in time to watch the girl wrap her willowy legs around her father's waist. In and out the man rammed his thick dick into the sweet pocket of the teenager's cunt.
In a shuddering burst of pleasure, the girl's body shook and writhed. She came, muffling her cries of delight. Her nails dug into her father's back.
And then she accepted the gift of his loins. His bod3ir trembled as hot gushes of sperm and semen shot forth, splattering over the walls of her quim.
Though Anne didn't think she had left a drop of come in his body, he proved her wrong. He quickly filled his daughter's body until creamy white fluid oozed from her pussy and dripped to the kitchen floor.
Together father and daughter collapsed. Holding tight to one another. Exhausted and sated they lay there, simply reveling in the feel of one another.
Anne shook with need. She had to find relief, even if it came at her own hands. Involuntarily, she took a step toward the kitchen door, then stopped cold.
What was she doing? She wasn't sure, but somewhere in the.back of her mind, she realized she thought to join the father and daughter, to share their carnal celebration.
But that was madness. She had no business here in the first place. Her own room, that's where she had to go.
Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat. Cold waves of fright prickled over her skin.
Behind her! Someone was standing behind her. She could hear their breathing!
Chapter Nine
Heavy breathing, sounding as aroused as her own, seemed to fill the room behind Anne. She started to turn.
Hands, hot and heavy, suddenly shot out from behind her, grasping roughly into her tits. Fingers, eager and impatient felt for the satiny globes beneath the thin fabric of her black negligee.
Despite her fear and surprise, she moaned a shivery groan. Her mind was muddled and confused. She couldn't see the person behind her. Was it a burglar? Keith? Jennie?
Abruptly, the grasping hands were gone from her tits. Before she could move, they clutched her arm and pulled. She stumbled backward, following the gripping force.
"Who?" she whispered, afraid to call out for help, ashamed of her spying on the father and daughter.
"Shhhhhhh," came her only answer..
Faster now her unknown abductor pulled her. They entered the night-black hall. "Who . are you? What do you want?"
The unseen hands wrenched her into a doorway. Then once again the gripping fingers were gone. She stumbled, falling to the floor.
"Where are you?" She whispered a bit louder. She heard the sound of a door closing. "What do you want?"
Light flared on overhead. She blinked against the harshness, then stared. She was in the livingroom of the Devon house. And there by the door . ..
"Oh! Keith." Her eyes alighted on her son standing beside the light switch.
Then she did a double-take. The youth was completely naked. From his groin stood the hardened lance of his young cock. A smile, somewhat of a smirk, moved over his lips.
"What's going on here, young man?" She said, even more confused than before. "What do you want?"
"You," he simply said.
"What?"
The naked boy stepped to her so that he towered above where she lay on the floor. Once again, her gaze homed in on the rigid length of his sex.
"Keith ..." she started! But before she could find other words, he knelt beside her. Taking her face in his hands, he kissed her.
"No!" She pulled away. Maybe this was her fantasy, maybe it was right for Sean and his daughter, but not for her and her son.
The boy pulled her face back to him. "Mother, I saw you watching Sean and Sherry."
"I know ..." she muttered bewildered by the quick and confused changes over the past few moments. "But ..."
"No but's," the boy said, his face moving nearer, his lips brushing hers. "I want you. I want you in the same way Sherry wanted Sean. Make love with me."
This is what she had wanted, had dreamed of, yet she was frightened, afraid of taking her son as a lover. "No, Keith we can't. It isn't right. I won't ..."
Again his lips pressed firmly over her mouth. This time when she tried to turn away, he was ready for her. His hands held her head in place. His tongue flicked out and gently ran over the contours of her lips.
She moaned, even more confused. This was incest. This was her own son. Yet, her body was betraying her. Its arousal was peaked, hot and flaming with desire. The scene she had witnessed between Sherry and Sean had crumbled most of the barriers that separated her from her fantasy. But still ... Her son's mouth left her lips, "Mother, I need you, and you need me. I watched you watching them. I can give you what Sean can."
She didn't want Sean, not now. It was her own son she wanted atop her. But it could never be. She couldn't let it happen. She just couldn't.
"I'll be gentle," he said, his hands now lovingly caressing her cheeks. "I want to make love with you."
His lips and tongue were there again. This time, her mouth opened to him, just a bit, but enough for his oral digit to slid into her mouth. Then all walls crumbled. She came into his arms, pressing herself willingly against his slim, young body, the body of a man rather than a boy.
His palms eased down along the graceful arch of her neck then out over her shoulders. They lingered there a moment as if unsure, then once again returned to the plentiful mounds of her heaving breasts.
"Ohhhhh!" she moaned around his eagerly dancing tongue. "Yesss, Keith, yes."
Tenderly, his fingers caressed the bountiful knolls of titflesh. He circled their mountainous circumferences, then cupped them in his palms. Even through the fabric of her robe, she could feel the warmth of his hand suffusing the surface of her breasts. Her nipples grew to what seemed to be twice their normal size. They throbbed and ached, wanting his touch.
Which is exactly what he gave her. Untying the single knot about her neck, the boy opened her negligee. Then his hands were on the nakedness of her body. Gently at first, he explored the broad expanses of his mother's breasts. Around and around his fingers circled the satiny-smooth mounds.
His mother's body trembled and quaked beneath his loving caresses. She moaned softly while his tongue speared deeply into her mouth, driving toward her throat. Willingly, she accepted him. This had been her dream, her fantasy. Now there was no turning back-not that she wanted to.
Upward in slow sweeping spirals, his exploring fingertips worked their way over her aching tits. Higher and higher, he moved until ... his thumbs tapped the stiff rubbery tips of her nipples.
"Keith, my beautiful Keith," she groaned, her whole body quaking with the thrill of his touch.
Her head rolled back on her shoulders and she thrust her chest into his hands. He accepted the offering. His fingers tenderly kneaded into the marshmellowy cushions. With a firm roughness he suddenly squeezed, eliciting a deep lusty groan of pleasure from his mother.
He was pleasing her and knew it. No longer did it matter that she had shared Sean's bed this night. Now, at this moment his mother was his as she had never been before. These breasts, tits that once fed an infant, now pleasured a child grown into a man.
Pushing the twin globes of delight upward on her chest, he dropped his head to one of the coral pink nipples. His lips puckered and he kissed it, then the other.
The auburn-haired woman moaned deeply and lovingly caressed the sides of the boy's face. She watched as he opened his mouth and lightly nibbled at the buds of flesh. Then when his mouth opened wider, she arched her back a bit more, giving him free access to the mounds he so hungrily devoured.
It was impossible to take all of those mammoth mammaries into his face at once, but he tried. Greedy for the taste of his own mother, he sucked hard, swallowing up what seemed to be at least two mouthfuls. His tongue lashed and licked at the hard nipple now pushing toward the back of his throat.
There had been other men who possessed her tits. But never had any excited her in this way. This man was her son, flesh of her flesh. He was the forbidden fruit of love, the taboo of modern-day society. Yet never had carnal lust seemed so sweet.
Abruptly, his mouth slipped from one of her sexually heated tits to the other. He moved closer. She moaned. The tip of his eager young prick brushed over the silken side of her thigh. Wet and warm, the oozing flow of his pre-seminal fluids smeared against her leg. He throbbed in yearning pulsations.
Lovingly, she reached out and cradled the longing length of her son's sex in her hands. Holding him, she allowed her fingertips to trace down the swollen shaft, then back up.
A wet sigh-moan came from the boy so adoringly attached to her tits. Again, her fingers ran along his length, then back up to the moist glans. There she used a fingertip to bathe that engorged head in his own fluids until it glistened and sparkled in the light.
If there was any doubt in her mind as to her son's manhood, it was dissipated now. She found only virile, masculine strength in the rod she caressed. He was a man and the power held in his loveshaft told just how much a man.
Again and again, her fingers explored the gloriously thickened lance. She delighted as it jerked and twitched beneath her feathery touch. She relished its throbbing strength, its demanding power. She learned every inch of that marvelous stiff, yet sooooo smooth and soft column of lust.
And then, she cupped a hand between his legs. Her long, cool fingers found the ball-laden sac of his testicles. An action that pulled yet another moan from her tit-sucking son.
So different, she thought, yet equally exciting. Like tits, she supposed a man's cock and balls were different in size. Her son's ball-bag hung long and was barely wrinkled, while Sean's drew tight at her touch.
Exploring the intimate parts of his body, she tenderly tested the rock-hard balls within. The stones of lust darted around within their bag, dancing under her touch.
With a healthy squeeze to her right breast, her son slid a hand down over her stomach and covered the mound between her slightly opened thighs. Obliging him, she spread her legs wider. Then groaned as he clamped down, rubbing roughly atop her wanton pussy.
Arousal and desire flared. Her body shivered with wave after of wave of need. His rousing massage had caught her clit between the outer lips of her labia. She groaned as white-hot lust exploded from the bud of her pleasure. Whether or not her son knew what he was doing, she wasn't sure. But that he was doing :: was all that mattered. Harder and harder, his palm rubbed over her captive pussy. She groaned, gasping for breath as the overwhelming sensations rushed higher and higher.
It was unbelievable. Her thighs quivered; her stomach was aflutter. Thunder pounded in her temples, filling her ears with a ringing roar.
"Keith! My god!" She groaned while soaring closer and closer to carnal bliss. "Don't stop! Please don't stop!"
The eighteen-year-old boy had no intention of stopping. His fingers dug into the plump mound of her pubis. He squeezed with decided relish, delighting in the quaking tremors he sent racing through his mother's naked body.
Never had he felt such sexual power before; never had he felt such control. This was no mere girl he now satisfied, but a fully-matured woman-his own woman.
Her excitement, stirred by the arousing scene between Sean and his daughter and now having her own son as a lover was more than her body could take. While Keith's strong young hands roundly rubbed her aching quim, she came. Hard and strong she came, grateful for the release her son brought. Seemingly ceaseless quakes of uninhibited passion rolled wantonly through her.
Then for moments she soared slowly, but gently back to earth. Her eyes fluttered open to find the boy smiling above her. Almost a bit embarrassed by the intensity of her orgasm, she smiled back.
"I never knew my mother was such a passionate woman," the youth said.
She didn't know what to answer, so she simply eased him to her and gently kissed his lips.
Though a tender kiss was not what the young man had in mind. His mouth covered hers and his tongue once more flicked out.
His hands rose to her shoulders and pressed her to the carpet. Then he was atop her, his thick, needy prong nuzzling at the moist down covering her pussy.
Without so much as a second thought, she wedged a hand between their pelvises. Her fingers surrounded the swollen length of groping cock. Deftly, she maneuvered the meaty stalk to the waiting entrance of her belly. The boy quivered and shook with anticipation atop her supine body.
Then his excited glans was there, neatly sandwiched between the pinkly pouting outer lips of her cunt. Together in chorus, they moaned with the electric thrill of that intimate contact.
"Slow and easy," her son whispered while his tongue found and played with her ear-lobe. I'm going to fuck you slow and easy. I want you to feel every moment of this." Her arousal flared anew. No longer did he speak of making love, but now he fucked. The sound of that word sent shivers up and down her prone spine.
Yes, that's what I want, she said to herself. / want to be fucked. I want my son to fuck me. I want his cock in my pussy, fucking me. Fucking me! Fucking me! Fucking meeeeee!
His hips inched forward. The rigid rail of his prick slipped inward, its glorious fat head sheathing within her body. Again they moaned together as his penetration made them truly lovers, man and woman, mother and son.
Was there no end to her wanton shameless-ness? she pondered while his fleshy piston slowly slithered into the hot channel of her cunt. No more than an hour ago she had confessed herself a whore to the master of this house. At his command she had sunk to her knees at his feet and willingly made her mouth a vessel for his sexual pleasure. She had worshipped the maleness of that man, had given herself completely to him.
And now, she gave herself completely to her son, lying on her back like a round-heeled whore, and opening her legs to his young, virile cock. There was no humiliation in it, no perversion, no right or wrong. It simply was, and that was enough.
Slowly, ever so slowly, she felt him enter the liquid heat of her belly. A fraction of an inch by a fraction of an inch, his fat prong glided into the yearning harbor of her sex. Throbbing and pulsating, his glans splayed open the spongy folds of that channel, which had once brought him from the womb into life.
Lovingly, her hands explored the broad, muscular expanse of her son's back. She delighted in the tense hardness of each and every individual ripple of his musculature. So young and virile he was to her touch. So alive and willing to deliver pleasure.
Deeper and deeper he penetrated the forbidden furrow of his mother's pussy. After an evening with Sherry and Jennie, he didn't think his balls could hold another drop of jizm. Yet, now as his mother lay beneath him willingly accepting his massive tool, he knew differently. His balls ached and hurt from the growing pressure of his lust.
But, he had no intention of rushing this. If their carnal union lasted all night, it would end too soon for him. So hot and liquid she felt to the pulsating length of his cock. Like heated velvet, yet wonderfully wet at the same time, her pussy surrounded and cradled needy wand.
Deeper and deeper his bone-hard pole slowly lanced into the innermost recesses of her cunt. His hips lowered and lowered themselves, until, at last, he was fully rooted in the exquisite pocket of her belly.
For a moment he rested, just soaking in the luxury of his mother's cunt. He delighted to each quake and shivery tremble. He thrilled to her every breath, feeling those marvelous big tits press against his naked chest, those pebble-hard nipples digging into his flesh.
Then he moved again. This time his cock rose, slithering from the humid confines of her elastic-like folds. With the same deliberate slowness, he pulled from her, until only his cockcrown remained buried in that most intimate gateway. She moaned softly, whispering her pleasure into his ear, then kissed him fully on the mouth, her tongue whipping around and flicking toward his throat.
Downward, he moved again, sinking into the heated tunnel of carnal delights. He felt her hips move beneath him. In small, titillating circles, her ass revolved. The sensation was fantastic. Within her belly, his cock churned and twisted, rocking back and forth.
Mother-fucker, well he knew the word. It of all profanities was the most despised by men. But they were wrong. They only cursed, he now realized, what they could not have, but all yearned to possess. He now knew what it felt like to take his own mother, and it felt good\ How long her son maintained that agonizingly slow pace, she didn't know. Or when his pelvis upped the tempo, she was unsure. All she knew or cared about was the filling presence of his cock. While not as thick as the equipment Sean sported, Keith's magnificent organ seemed at least a foot long. She knew it was a exaggeration, but there was no exaggerating the depth to which he plumbed her body. With each sliding stroke of his prick, his bulging crown seemed to almost touch the ring of her cervix.
She moaned softly, pleasure rising from deep in her throat. Only one man had ever so thoroughly reamed into the recesses of her pussy before-Keith's father. The boy had inherited his father's size, a gift of genes she was oh, so, grateful for.
Again the youth mounted atop her nakedness increased the stride of his slowly pistoning penis. Out and in, out and in, with a steady rhythm, his long, unyielding rod moved with her. Her hands ran down his back to adorningly fondle the hard cushions of his buttocks. So intense and strong they felt to her fingers, spring-loaded boulders that hunched into her hungry crotch.
She marvelled at her son's control. The never-ceasing strokes of his prick would have been lulling, relaxing, if they weren't so Jamned exciting, she realized.
And his hands and mouth. He was a natural-born lover, a pleasure-maker designed to mount a woman and service her. Never did those warm hands ever stop exploring. First her face, her neck, then her tits, then they were under her ass, lifting a bit so that he glided even deeper into her pussy, then they were back tracing the contours of her lips. And his mouth was constantly kissing and sucking, nibbling and licking. Her neck and face, her shoulders and tits, her arms and hands, all received the attention they cried for.
Slowly he worked her, seeking to unleash every ounce of pleasure from her body. Again and again his hips quickened their tempo. Harder and harder his pelvis slithered his burning cock into the welcoming envelope of her quim. From a snail's pace to a slamming jackhammer, his body rose.
Wetly their cores slapped together now when their sweat-sheathed bodies met. The thoroughly fucked woman beneath him groaned and grunted with each ramming drove of his cock. Her head lolled from side to side on her shoulders. Her nostrils flared and her breathing was deep and quick.
She was close. She grasped at his ass, trying to pull him deeper into the steamy recesses of her vaginal channel. Her hips thrust up to meet each cramming plunge of his pleasure-lance.
��MM Out he pulled, and she jerked back, her ass bouncing on the carpet. In he skewered, hard and long. She moaned. The floor was hard and offered no escape from his near-punishing lunges. She felt as though he were going to pin her to the floor with each lunge of his hips. Again, he shafted down and again, she bucked up to swallow the marvelous thickness of his length.
She squeezed, milking at him with the gripping strength of her pussy muscles. She twisted and writhed; she urged and pleaded.
Closer and closer she came. Pleasure and pain melted into one. Seconds became agonizing minutes with orgasm so close. Desperately she needed release.
Abruptly, she lifted her legs, feet flat on the floor, knees pointing toward the ceiling. Her body became a saddle of lust for her son. And she achieved what she sought. Her movement increased the angle of his attack. Inflex-able and long, his cock reamed even deeper into her open quim.
Lashing at a maddening pace, the youth ihrew himself into the edacious pocket of her sex. He crammed himself into her like a battering ram. Her body shuddered and quaked with each brutal plunge of his cock. Yet, still he fucked, wild and reckless in his taking of his mother.
Again thundering waves filled the auburn- haired woman's ears. Her thighs glowed, then burned. Small explosions, like a thousand skyrockets burst one after another. Then they blended forming one volcano of lust which erupted deep within the center of her belly.
Up her pelvis leaped, forcing her son's cock deep within her. She came, crying out the complete satisfaction of their incestuous union. Her nails bit into the hard boulders of his ass, pulling him, shoving his pleasure-laden rod harder into her orgasm-contracting quim.
Balls and all, she wanted him in her. She wanted his long prick drilled all the way up to her mouth. It was impossible, yet, she tried, pulling and pulling on him.
In that same instant, the youth riding atop the quaking woman found release for his own lust.
Swollen and aching, his balls could no longer hold back the pressure that had slowly built in them. Like an exploding pistol, he came. In hot rushes, spurts of semen and sperm blasted from his testicles and seared up the tiny channel of his cock.
Outward his lust burst. Hot and creamy the fountains of pleasure scalded over the hyper-sensitive crown of his prick. He came, gratefully splattering the viscosity of his jizm into the quivery folds of his mother's pussy. His body jerked and twitched with each blast of his release. He groaned and grunted. His arms held tight to the woman who so lovingly gave herself to him. Gallon upon gallon of steamy come seemed to race from his groin. He emptied himself into his mother, filling her cunt, then overflowing its throbbing pink lips.
Together they came, mother and son, woman and boy. Each fully aware of their forbidden act, each fully sated at having crossed the social barriers to become lovers.
They kissed, long and gratefully. Their satisfaction was mutual, their love shared as few mothers and children can ever share. They held to one another, neither wishing to lose the magnificent pleasure of that moment.
Again their hands moved over one another's bodies while their hips moved, milking the very last of their orgasms.
"Keith, I didn't know it could be so good," Anne whispered into the youth's ear. "I didn't realize my son was such a man."
He kissed her, "Nor my mother such a woman."
He moaned suddenly with more than a touch of disappointment. She smiled up to him, reassuringly. Deep within her come- drenched cunt she felt the reason for his disheartened groan. The stiffness of his cock was lessening, deflating as the pressure of his desire was relieved.
Comforting her son, Anne drew Keith close and kissed his lips firmly. "You need to rest. In a few minutes your strength will return. Just lay here atop me, and hold me close."
The youth nodded and returned her kiss. Then his strong young arms encircled his mother's waist and he rested atop the luxurious bed of her voluptuous body.
Chapter Ten
How much time passed before his hose-like penis slithered from her quim, Anne didn't know or care. Her son rested atop her and she reveled in that feeling.
"I must be heavy," he said, eventually lifting himself on his elbows to kiss her once again.
"No," she shook her head. "You feel good. I like to feel a man's weight pressing down atop me."
"Still, I don't want you to get a sore back from this hard floor." He shifted a bit and rolled to his side beside her on the floor.
"Do you think we should kill the light?"-Anne was suddenly aware of their surroundings and the possibility of someone walking in on them.
"Probably a good idea," Keith answered.
The young body pushed upward. He froze there hoisted on his elbows. His eyes grew wide. His mouth dropped open.
Anne's head twisted to the direction where he stdred. Her heart skipped a beat. She gasped with startled surprise.
There in the doorway stood the couple she had spied on in the kitchen-Sean and Sherry. Her eyes shot from father to daughter, then back again. Neither spoke, though the man and girl's stares seemed to pierce to her soul.
How long they had been there, she didn't know. Even if they had just walked in, they surely knew what had happened. My god, what will Sean think of me?
The artist's eyes moved over her supine nakedness as though he were a merchant inspecting a piece of meat. She felt trembly quivers grow deep within her and shoot out to rippling gooseflesh. A whore, she thought, ' / told him I was a whore tonight, now he knows it.
The man's hands rose to his waist. His fingers found the sash to the grey robe he wore. He tugged at the single knot binding it, easily slipping it free. The front of the robe fell open. Hard and angry looking, his cock jerked through the opening, shafting like a lance into the air.
Again she shivered. Had her coupling with Keith brought that into being? Was Sean as aroused as she when she spied on his and Sherry's love-making? She didn't know, but her whole body felt weak and quivery while she watched that massive spike of manmeat twitch and stab the air.
Throwing back his shoulders, the artist tossed the robe from his naked body. With his gaze meeting hers, he reached down and grasped the rigid rail jutting from his groin. He squeezed the fat tube of sex. Languidly his hand ran up the needy-looking shaft. A clear drop of pre-seminal fluid oozed from the pinhead mouth of his cock.
Involuntarily, her lips parted, her tongue wetly flicking out to slicken them. A whore, a shameless slut. I've had this man twice tonight, my own son just fucked me, and now Sean flashes his prick at me and I'm like a bitch in heat.
The man stepped toward her, his cock waggling before him. He stopped at her feet, staring down on her nakedness.
Why doesn't he say something? She gazed back, a bit frightened by the silence filling the room. Was that anger or lust in his black eyes? She couldn't tell.
His hand drifted up and down his shaft once again. Her eyes rolled down and she trembled. Yes, she wanted it. She could take another cock up her pussy. She could handle that magnificent spike of pleasure. She wanted him to take her, to cram that thick length up into her belly. That her son lay at her side didn't matter. Her whole being centered on the jutting pole of Sean's cock. . Still without a word, the"artist crouched at her feet, sitting on his heels. She felt his dark gaze travel over her nakedness, roving over the creamy domes of her shimmering tits, skimming over the flatness of her stomach to probe the tremulous groove between her thighs.
Reaching out, the man grasped her ankles. A piteous whimper escaped her lips. He roughly wrenched her shapely legs apart, spreading them wide.
Her fright doubled. Her hands flew out without thinking, to cover the exposed mound of her sex. The artist said nothing, but simply stared at her. Vulnerable and scared, she felt so damn vulnerable.
Now on his knees between her opened thighs, he inched toward her. His hands encompassed her wrists and jerked them away, once more exposing her quim.
She didn't struggle, but gazed upon the man, unable to utter a word.
Raising her arms above her head, and pinning them there with one hand, he mounted her voluptuous, supple body. Without so much as a word of endearment or a gentle kiss, he guided his rigid cock to the mouth of her cunt. His hips lurched upward, then slammed down.
"Arraggahhh!" She groaned aloud.
Hard and deep, his fat plunger reamed into the vulnerable shelter of her pussy. Rape! He's raping me!
If he was, it was only mock-rape, and she well knew it. Once, then twice, his pelvis rose and fell in quick session. She groaned, her own pelvis writhing wonderfully under his impaling thrust. Then for a third time, his cock drilled into the enfolding channel of her belly.
All fear and confusion melted from her mind. Passion and lust burned high. Again his pussy-pleaser lanced into the welcoming slit of her quim. She was on her back, legs spread, taking a man in her wanton pussy while her son sat beside her. It didn't matter, nothing mattered except for the filling presence so roughly spearing in and out of her body.
Her eyes fluttered closed and she sighed long and satisfied. Gently at first, then meeting his rhythm, her hips rocked to-and-fro, caressing the marvelous wand of love that so thoroughly poled her ever-greedy cunt. Whore, creature of the flesh, slut, wanton woman, names had no meaning to her. She only existed to feel that in-out motion of his pistoning prick. She worshipped it, loved it. That it would continue an eternity, she thought.
Lost in her own fever of passion, the naked woman did not see the dark-haired young girl who approached her son. However, Keith's eyes were glued to the seductive Sherry.
The tempting nymph tossed her robe away at the doorway. With her hips wagging in exaggerated fashion, she casually strolled before the young man. A wicked smile turned up the corners of her luscious-looking mouth.
"And I thought you were shocked by my wanting my father," she said, gazing down covetously at the boy's limp penis. "Brother, did Jennie and I have you pegged wrong!"
The youth's eyes glanced away for a moment, as though embarrassed. But his eyes couldn't stay off the alluring girl for long. He looked back to find she now knelt at his feet.
"Well, we both got what we wanted," she said, her eyes drifting to the man and woman hunching beside them. "Now I want something else."
As her father had, she jerked his legs wide, then slowly knee-walked toward his crotch. Her eyes homed-in on the sleeping hose of his cock. Her tongue pinkly wetted the inviting fullness of her lips.
"Three women in one night," she said in an amazed tone. "I told you, you're quite a man." He groaned. Her long, cool fingers edged around the sleeping snake at his crotch. Lifting it a bit, she leaned forward and scooped the aquiescent hose into her mouth.
Another groan moaned from his throat. The super-sensitive surface of his glans was still tender from his balling with his mother. The girl didn't seem to care. Her tongue was like a velvet whip that lashed over the red head of his rod. Nor did she seem to mind the slick juices from his mother's pussy that still coated his sex.
She simply licked and laved at him. Occasionally a moist little oral sound or the smacking of her lips rose to his ears. He saw her throat bob as she swallowed down his and his mother's sexual fluids.
It didn't take long for that hungry teen-age mouth to re-ignite the fires of lust within his loins. With throbbing intensity, his limp penis began to rise. Sheltered in the warm haven of her loving mouth, it grew, lifting, thickening and lengthening. By the time the enticing beauty slipped a hand between his legs to cradle his ball-bag, her lips were firmly wrapped around a stiff shaft of hard and ready cockmeat.
He marvelled at the girl's ravenous greed for dick. Ever hungry, her mouth worked down, down, down, the long rail of his sex. Her naturally red lips paled a bit as she tightened them to a strong, gripping ring around the circumference of his prick.
Down, down, ever down, she slid. He watched her cheeks bulge out as she took in his ponderous organ. He filled her mouth, but still, her jaws opened a bit more to accommodate his size. With ease, he slid inward. The crown of his cock banged the back of her mouth, then glided down her throat. Like a practiced sword swallower, she took him without so much as a hint of a gag.
Her nostrils flared, and the black-haired love goddess pulled up. She sucked, sending hot waves of fire racing along his shaft into his balls. His hips twitched and writhed a bit, but still, he contained himself, fully content to watch the lovely little cocksucker knelt between his legs.
When only the nut-like head of his spike remained in the haven of her face, the girl dropped back down him. This time, she took every thick inch of his cock in one sudden move. He blinked, uncertain he had seen what she accomplished.
Yet again, she rose up his meaty pole, only to suddenly drop back, devouring his prick to his hairy base. Again, and again, and again, she proved her ability to him.
By the time he was sure of her actions, his hips met her rhythm and thrusted firmly into her face when she fell. He fucked her mouth and she used her face to fuck his massive shaft. Despite the recent drains on his semenal reserves, his balls boiled and within minutes the pressure built to the breaking point.
He came. Hot gushes of sperm and semen blasted into the young girl's greedy mouth. He knew he covered her tongue and throat and was sure he drowned her tonsils as he emptied his desire into her.
She sucked, like a willing slave to his pleasure. She sucked and sucked at him. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed down the thick cream of his loins. Then she sucked more, making sure she left not one tiny drop of his seed within his cock.
"No more," he moaned, reaching down to ease her edacious lips from his now pleasure-aching shaft. "I can't take it anymore. You're too much for me."
Her dark eyes rolled up to him. That coy look of delight danced in those twin coals of passion. "I know better than that, but it's nice of you to say so."
He opened his arms and the darling daughter of the man now busily fucking his mother flew to him. They kissed, tongues toying over one another.
"Close," Anne groaned beside them. "I'm so damn close!"
She was. With each ramming stroke of the marvelous cock drilling between her thighs, sexual electricity surged through every cell of her body. Her thighs warmed, then glowed hotly. Her hips arched upward, slamming into the cock that shafted down.
Abruptly the man mounted atop her quivery body stopped. His prick waited, poised just within the trembly lips of her vagina. Her eyes fluttered open, imploring hirn.
"Not yet," he finally spoke. *Tm not ready for you to come."
Her hips writhed, pleading with him to plunge downward. She thrust high, but he managed that taunting position, refusing to cram that pussy-pleaser back into her yearning snatch.
Once again silent, he waited until her bucking stopped. Then he slowly slid into the innermost depths of her quim. No longer was his penetration that of a rapist, but a lover. He was slow and gentle, almost methodical in his deep-probing thrusts.
The passion of her body changed strides, she melted to him, her hips now working in tempo with his. This way, he brought her to the point of climax again. However, there was no teasing now. She came, moaning out every ounce of her glorious pleasure.
As her body passed that threshold of carnal joy and soared on the winds of esctasy, the man within her contracting quim once again changed strokes. Very, very slowly, he thoroughly reamed the wanton interior of her cunt.
The sensations were fantastic. His action seemed to extend that all-too-brief moment of carnal release to an hour. She flew like an exploding skyrocket. Then when she floated down, her arms encircled the man atop her and held him close while his hips thrust deep, his body shuddering under its own release.
Sighing with the fulfilled gratitude of her orgasm, Anne closed her eyes and gently stroked the easing muscles of Sean's tense back. Had all this happened in less than two days? It had but she found it hard to accept. Everything was coming too fast, Sean, Sherry, and Keith. There was no time to stop and think about it. Besides it was more fun to just flow with it. She sighed again, warmed by the pleasure of the moment.
"Oh!" Anne jerked up on her shoulders, pushing open leadened eyelids. Sean no longer weighed atop her. Jennie knelt between her spread thighs, cool fingers resting just above her knees. "What... ?"
"I think you drifted off a bit," the young blonde smiled up to her. "All the moaning and groaning woke me, and I thought I'd join the party. However, those three didn't notice me."
The young woman's head nodded to the right, Anne glanced in that direction. Her eyes widened. Keith, Sherry, and Sean were all locked together on the floor. Or at least Sean and Keith were deeply locked into Sherry.
Sandwiched between the two robustly virile men, the teen-age nymph was taking both men at once.
"I didn't .. ." Anne mumbled, unable to hide her amazement. "Two men at the same time!"
"Sherry's a greedy little bitch," Jennie said, but Anne couldn't take her gaze from the fasinating threesome.
On her side, Sherry received a frontal attack from Keith. The boy's cock was firmly entrenched in the silk-fringed gash of her cunt, his hips slowly pistoning in and out. While, from behind, Sean had spread the girl's tempting hindcheeks and managed to send his shaft up into the tight channel of her rectum.
What was it like, taking two men into your body at once? Anne rolled the attractive question over and over in her mind. Sherry didn't seem to be minding the situation. The teenager writhed and trembled as best she could, confined between the two muscular men.
Pussy and ass, speared deep with hard cock! The auburn-haired woman shuddered with uncontrollable delight. She watched as her son sent his long, hard prick slithering into the juicy lips of the girl's quim. Inch by magnificent inch, the fleshy rod slid easily into the girl's waiting sex until their crotches pressed firmly together.
At the same time, while the boy forward entered, the man at the rear eased his turgid shaft from the nymph's perky bottom. The dual movement brought an unabandoned moan of joy from the fair-skinned girl's red lips. Her eyes closed under the passionate assault. Then the men reversed strokes, Keith pulling out, while Sean rammed in from behind.
"Two at once," Anne repeated aloud as though she still couldn't believe it.
"If there were three males, Sherry would figure out some way to get her mouth around his dick," Anne heard Jennie say. "Greedy little bitch. I should have never turned her on to sex."
The woman's head turned to the blonde a bit shocked by her words, but more than a little excited. The sight of two men so thoroughly fucking the girl and the thought of a woman being able to service three men at once were getting to her.
"Still, you have to admit it's one of the sexiest sights you've ever seen," Jennie said, turning from the engrossed trio to look at Anne. "However, these two women are left out in the cold."
"You've got a point there," Anne smiled.
"But there are ways for inventive women to satisfy themselves," the blonde continued. "Of course, it's not as much fun as a man, but the same results can be achieved."
The girl pulled the sash to her terrycloth robe free. Then wiggling the cloth over her shoulders and down her arms, she tossed it away. Naked and unashamed, she knelt between the older woman's spread thighs.
"Jennie, what do you mean?" Anne was puzzled. Her eyes roved over the young woman's body, taking in her full cone-like tits, her ripe-looking thighs, the corn-silk yellow of her bush. Sherry was a nymph, a girl blossoming into a woman. But her stepsister was every inch a woman, a very attractive woman.
The blonde smiled, as though she knew something Anne didn't. It was an impishly wicked smile that sent a shiver up the older woman's spine-a tremble of sexual excitement. The teen-ager's deep blue eyes rolled down to Anne's naked crotch.
"This," the girl said simply, and leaned over to kiss the lips of the woman's spread cunt.
"Ohhhhh!" A surprised shock of pleasure raced through Anne. "Jennie!"
Again the girl's lips pressed intimately against the outer labia of the woman's snatch. She kissed loud and wetly. Before Anne could protest, the girl's fingers slid up the satiny interior of her thighs to lightly massage the knoll of sex she kissed.
Then there was no protest, only a long, loud groan of pleasure as the auburn-tressed beauty gave in to her desires.
Sean, Keith, and now Jenniel Incest, now lesbianism\ Were her lusts insatiable? Anne didn't want to think, only feel. She pushed the confusion and taboos from her mind. What did it matter that now a woman possessed her cunt? Only those delightful lips and fingers mattered, not who they belonged to.
"Ahhhhh!" the older woman groaned, her pelvis thrusting upward with need.
The young blonde's tongue came into play. Tauntingly, she worked the moist, pink tip of her oral digit up and down the pouted lips of her feminine partner's quim in teasing circles. Now and then, she leaned closer, her teeth gingerly nibbling on the excited sexual mouth.
Tremors of arousal quaked through Anne's supine body. She knew the exciting taste of a man eating her cunt-but this was deliciously different-this was the feel of a woman s mouth!
Tickling her tongue-tip around the nubbin of the older woman's clit for a moment, the blonde suddenly threw her oral digit into the waiting socket of her feminine lover's cunt. In fast, penis-imitating fashion, she reamed that delightful oral whip in and out.
Anne immediately writhed, her hips responding to the avid laving of her pussy. She rocked and bucked. Her whole body shook with pleasure when the girl's fingertips worked up the slash of her sex and eagerly massaged that all-important button of esctasy.
She tried to contain her rush of arousal, to prolong the unexpected wonder of having another woman make love to her, but she couldn't. Her ever-hungry body was on a nonstop race to orgasm, all she could do was lay there, her hands caressing the back of the head of the girl licking her quim-and come.
She did, her body once more wracked with the fiery, exploding waves of passion sated. The girl politely slipped her fingers, from Anne's clit, knowing that too much of a good thing can rapidly turn to pain at that moment of ultimate pleasure, but her tongue still licked and lapped within the contracting channel of her pussy.
It was unbelievable. So good, so different, that Anne seemed to quake and tremble for at least an hour before that last shivery sensation of delight passed and Jennie slowly withdrew her marvelous tongue.
Shakily, Anne pushed to her elbows again. "That was beautiful ..."
She was interrupted by the approach of Sean and Keith.
"Shameless," Sean said to the boy.
"Shameful," Keith grinned, "that two women should have to satisfy themselves when two willing men are here."
"Agreed," the older man replied. "What shall we do about it?"
Chapter Eleven
Still weak and quivering from Jennie's delightful oral performance, Anne gazed through misty eyes while Sean walked over and knelt beside his blonde stepdaughter.
The supine woman felt a shiver of anticipation shoot through her nakedness when the artist took the teenager's face in his palms and leaned to the girl. Their lips met, their arms entwined around their bodies in a hungry embrace.
While she and her son, who now lowered himself to his knees beside her, watched, the black-haired man gently lowered the young sex goddess to her back. His left hand slid from her side and captured one of the alluring cones of her tits. Firmly, his fingers molded into the pliant flesh, kneading and fondling. His fingertips then busied the pebble-hard mushroom of her coral-blushed nipple.
Anne moaned in sympathy as a lusty sigh of pleasure escaped from deep in the teen-age blonde's throat. She knew what Jennie was feeling, knew the total carnal abandon with which she gave herself to the girl's stepfather.
With the young goddess fiat on her back, the man allowed his other hand to tauntingly glide down the supple curves of her right side. Out over the flaring roundness of her young hip.
"Ahhhhh!!!" Jennie's head arched back in sheer pleasure as Sean's hand covered the satiny, golden down of her bush, clamping down with tender insistence.
Lovingly, while one hand remained to occupy her lovely tits, the artist massaged the womanly knoll of his stepdaughter's quim. These two were not strangers to each other's body; it was more than apparent to Anne. How long had they been lovers? Had the tempting blonde seduced her stepfather as had the artist's daughter? Or had Sean made the first move?
Anne's mind ran wild with tantalizing images of the man and his stepdaughter during their first sexual adventure. But even her most vivid mental sceneries paled beside the live-action before her.
Sean now eased a finger into the willing girl's cunt. She could see the moist lips of the girl's pussy almost pout pinkly to accept the sliding digit that invaded the intimate crevice of her sex. She could see the rippling gooseflesh that shot excitedly over the youngster's naked flesh.
In and out in a smooth pleasureful rhythm the stepfather thoroughly finger-fucked his wanton stepdaughter. Within minutes the girl's hips arched upward to accept each drilling stroke of his pussy-reaming finger. She writhed and twisted, swirling her hungry quim around the sheathed digit.
Still, Sean did not lower himself atop the waiting bed of greedy young womanflesh. Anne glanced at his crotch and discovered the reason. The man's cock was no more than a meaty hose dangling from his groin. The artist's night of non-stop sex was taking its toll. Now while he regathered his strength, he politely satisfied his stepdaughter with his manual dexterity.
An unexpected moan trembled over Anne's red lips. Keith's fingertips softly brushed over her cheek and drifted downward to taunt a rubbery nipple that stood out atop her breast. She turned from the stepfather and stepdaughter to glance at here son.
The boy stood on his knees beside her. While his one hand so nicely fondled and caressed the globe-like pillow of her tit, his other palm stroked the back of her head, almost pressuring her forward.
Keith didn't suffer a momentary drain on his sexual reserves as did Sean. There only an inch from her face shafted the fully-risen length of his cock. Its red, needy-looking head throbbed and bobbed almost hypnotically in front of her eyes. Saliva welled in her mouth.
The boy's fingers moved from the back of her head to her neck. Still gently, but with discernable pressure, he seemed to be urging her to lean to him, her face to his crotch.
Her eyes rolled up to meet his imploring gaze. She shivered. It was more than obvious what he wanted. Again a trembly rush of lust coursed through her nakedness.
"Kiss it," he whispered softly, almost as a question.
"Yes," she replied in abandon to desire. "Yes."
Her eyes rolled back to the meaty stalk of manflesh spearing strongly from her son's young loins. It twitched now in eager anticipation of feeling her lips wrapped around its thick circumference. She could feel his gaze from above, lusty and keen with desire.
Almost involuntarily, though definitely on purpose, her full, red lips parted. The pink tip of her tongue ran seductively over her lips, slickening them.
Then she leaned forward that last inch separating her from her son.
Lightly her cock-hungry lips brushed the swollen, but smooth surface of the youth's seemingly tireless prick. He groaned and his thighs quivered. She kissed his manly offering, then kissed it again, like a slave serving a master.
Pouting, her lips formed a ring that slid over the engorged knob of his rod. Like a child with an all-day sucker she contented herself with just tasting him, just feeling his firmness held there between her worshipping lips.
But there was more than just the pleasant smell and taste of a man to him. It was far from an offensive taste, musky and definitely sexual. For a moment, she rolled it around in her mouth, savoring the unfamilar taste. Then it dawned on her. It was Sherry! She tasted the juices that had welled from Sherry's young cunt only minutes ago that still coated Keith's cock.
"Agguugghhahhh!" A muffled grunt of surprise pushed around a stiff column of prick that suddenly stuffed its away into the harbor of her face, banging its fat head on the back of her throat.
Her nostrils flared as she sucked in a deep breath to keep from gagging under the sudden impalement. Her eyes opened, seeking a reason for her son's rude lack of control.
It wasn't Keith's fault, she quickly found. Kneeling behind the young man was the girl whose pussy juices Anne now licked from her teen-age son's prick. Sherry smiled wicked at the older woman, while she wedged a hand between the kneeling boy's thighs and fondled his balls from behind.
"God!" A groan of pleasure moaned from the youth's lips. His body quaked under the dual-attack.
Anne pulled back a bit, to give her tongue working room, swirling it around the ponderous column packing her face. Then the hot-rod suddenly slammed back into the far recesses of her mouth.
This time, the impish black-tressed nymph had wiggled a fingertip between the boy's taut buttocks. Anne could see the pleasure writhe on the youth's forehead as the girl tickled at the sensitive ring of his anus.
Once more, Anne eased back a bit to relieve the jaw-aching pressure on the meaty burden she cradled in her mouth. This time, there was no lurch of urgency, only a grateful moan of delight as her tongue laved a loving circle around her son's rigid spike of manhood.
Slowly, she worked her way up and down that thick rail of sex, licking and sucking, savoring the maleness of his engorged cock, thrilling to his taste, his feel. Down and up, she sucked, her lips a sensation-firing ring around the rod of his lust.
All the while, Sherry's hands toyed with " the weighty shapes of his balls and teased at the mouth to his ass. That the youth lasted more than a moment or two under such ball-jarring pleasure, surprised his mother, only increasing her pleasure. But there was no surprise when that first hot gush of sperm and semen blasted into her mouth. Willingly, she drank the fountains of creamy seed that spewed from the head of her son's prick, then sucked strongly at his rod until he at last eased himself from her lips.
Anne got one glance of the trembling boy falling back into Sherry's arms before Sean's muscular frame stepped before her. She looked up. Thick and hard, his cock now stood out from his groin like a flagpole.
"This, I've been saving for you," the artist said, running a tight fist up and down the full length of his cock. "Or at least for a pretty, little bottom of yours."
Yes, yes, yes, she trembled as the thought rolled through her lusty mind, / can take him, take him into my body once again.
Without another word from the man, she rolled to her stomach, then rose to her hands and knees. Like a bitch in heat, she waited there, perky, rounded ass in the air, waiting to be fucked.
Sean dropped to his knees, then positioned himself behind her. His prick sought and found the juice-filled gash of her cunt. He rammed in once, twice, three times, withdrawing a rod glistening with her natural lubricants.
Then, while his hands spread the satiny cushions of her asscheeks, he slipped his cockhead against her anus. Relaxing, she accepted the meaty offering that glided up into the heated channel of her back. For the second time that night, she took him into her rectum, allowed him to plow into that tiny furrow of delight.
And for the second time that night, she experienced the complete fullness of having a man within her. So different, she thought, there, crammed into her ass, a man felt so damn different. It was marvelous. Never when a cock filled her quim did a man ever feel that big.
There was no urgency to the artist's long, deep-drilling strokes. Surely the lusty need of carnal desire had been drained from his body by this time, she thought. In the past... she stumbled on her thought... she had lost all reckoning of time. Still, Sean had made love to three women in what could have been no more than two hours. Leisurely he moved within the tight tunnel of her ass. Long and deep, his stiff prick poled her. She sighed, bathing in the wondrous feel of him. He was male and she female. That was enough, just to have him hard and thick, and gliding in and out of her.
From somewhere behind her came a satisfied moan from either Sherry or Jennie, she couldn't be sure. Obviously, Keith with his ever-ready prick was proving just how much a man he was once again. Never again would she be able to think of him as her "little boy." The youth had proved he was every inch a man in more than one way this night.
Slowly out, then so very deep the man kneeling behind her slipped his slab of cock up into the volcanic recesses of her ass. She tightened the sheath of her body around his swollen spike. Squeezing with all her strength, she wiggled a bit, gyrating his fat prodder around within her body.
His hand gripped the twin mounds of her hindquarters and squeezed in kneading fashion. She relaxed, allowing his cock to slither back, out of her depths, only to feel him glide forward once again.
More moans came from behind her. This time the pitch was higher, almost squealing. Mixed with that delight-filled feminine voice were the deep masculine moans of a man drawing close to his own climax. Was it possible for Keith to have orgasm again? Were the boy's balls undrainable?
Sean's chest pressed warmly to her back as he eased his weight atop her. His hands encircled her chest and captured the dangling cones of her tits. Almost casually, while his cock continued its in-out rhythm, he fondled the sexually heated inverted mountains of flesh.
Circling the elongated cones, he toyed with her, his fingers eliciting moans of pleasure from her lips. Around and around, his palms slid, his fingertips finally working downward to scissor her nipples lightly.
She welcomed the gentle caresses, revelled in the satisfaction they brought. Tonight, as she had realized on more than one occasion, she was the totally sensual animal. She existed only for the carnal desires of her body. How many times had she taken Keith and Sean into her body, satisfied them and herself? Her memories blurred. She couldn't remember.
But then, she told herself, there is no reason to keep score. Only feel!
Feel, she did. Fat and round, the man mounted from behind reamed his cock slowly into the innermost recesses of her bowels. She felt every inch of that pleasing piston. She felt it throb and pulsate; she felt it twitch and jerk. She was molded around his spike like an elastic gldve. She accommodated each engorged contour of his loveshaft.
Again there were feminine moans and groans somewhere in the room, but now, she didn't hear them. Her whole body and soul centered on the filling column that plugged so wonderfully into her ass. She rocked back and forth in tempo with his slow rhythm. No longer did she hunger for release. Again and again this night she had tasted orgasm, both from man and woman. Now she only wanted fulfillment-that special satisfaction of just . having a man within her. If she came again, it didn't matter, only the masculine length of hardness filling her had any meaning.
Out he slid and she tightened herself around him, pulling forward a bit. Then she relaxed. Inward the plum-like crown of his prick plowed into the hot furrow of her asshole. She sighed as he opened her, penetrating deeply into her bowels. Then she tightened again as he once more eased back.
Did he feel the same satisfaction of their coupling? She had no way of knowing, nor did she intend to break the magic of the moment by asking. But surely, he did. No longer was he a rutting stallion slamming his cock into her. His every action spoke the same fulfillment that permeated every cell of her body. No longer were they nicking, balling, screwing, but making love, slow, gentle love-a man and woman savoring the feel of their bodies.
Out and in, in and out. His rhythm was almost lulling, relaxing. His ever-moving hands so soft and gentle, so loving and tender. She squeezed down and wiggled her ass some more, thrilling at the magnificent warmth flowing from the very core of her body.
Despite the alluring gyrations of her hindquarters, the man so deeply embedded in her anal channel still maintained his slow, rhythmic strokes. She made no protest, simply giving in to his will.
Footsteps padded softly beside her head. Anne's lust-laden eyelids opened. Two small, feminine feet were directly under her. She glanced up to see a blur of pink-blushed, naked flesh. The blonde seductress, Jennie, slid under her a bit. The teen-age girl's legs spread widely as she sank on her buttocks to the carpet. Puzzled, the rear-fucked woman looked up into the young beauty's smiling face.
"Keith is fully occupied with Sherry again," Jennie said. "And I thought ..."
Without completing her sentence, the sexy blonde reached out and caressed the back of Anne's neck. The woman sighed. The girl's fingers massaged lightly, adding to the warm lulling sensations stirred by her stepfather's prick as it glided in and out of her rectum.
For a moment the teenager rubbed and fondled, then with slightly increased pressure, the girl maneuvered her head downward. Anne's eyes fluttered open a split-second before the girl pressed her face into the honey-colored muff covering her young cunt.
The woman's immediate reaction was to resist. But the blonde's guiding fingertips remained firm and unyielding, holding her face buried in the silk softness of her pubic mound.
"Lick," the teenager urged above her. "Lick it."
Suddenly, the man behind her rammed deeply into the volcanic furrow of her ass. Anne lurched forward, her mouth opening in surprise.
Whether she planned it or not, her lips kissed squarely against the moist mouth of Jennie's quim. From that point there was no resistance. She gave in, her tongue gingerly flicking out to lap lightly over the outer lips of the young blonde's juicy cunt.
"That's it," the teenager cooed with pleasure. "It feels so good!"
Musky and thick, but far from offensive were the young woman's sexual fluids. Anne admitted she preferred the taste of a man, but the young blonde's sexual offering did not lack certain exciting possibilities of its own.
Less uncertain now, the auburn-haired woman ran her tongue-tip up and down the wet slit of the girl's pussy. She sucked a bit, swallowing down the fresh flow of feminine juices her oral caress created. Up again, her tongue lapped to tap at the fully aroused nubbin of Jennie's clit. While her oral digit busily twirled and swirled around that bud of womanly pleasure, Anne delighted at the tremors of desire her deftly applied tongue sent racing through the girl's supple body.
Man or woman, boy or girl, she mused as her tongue slipped down the tremulous groove of Jennie's lovemound, she took all comers tonight. She then moaned to herself realizing the bad pun she had just made. Still, her thought was true. Earlier, she had thought herself the complete sexual animal, now there was no doubt about it. Tonight she had savored every pleasure of the flesh and in each found savory satisfaction.
While Sean's thick pole of lust stroked slowly in and out of her upturned ass, Anne wiggled her pink tongue into the deep pocket of Jennie's pussy. Allowing Sean to set the rhythm with his in-out plowing, she worked her oral digit out and in the girl's cunt.
Lapping and laving, her tongue swirled over the inner folds of the blonde's quim. She taunted and tickled, she sucked and licked. What had been hesitation only moments ago was now eager willingness. No longer did she consider her act that of lesbianism, but simply one of carnal need. Man or woman, it no longer mattered; sensual delight ruled the night.
Jennie's hips now pumped in tempo with the short strokes of Anne's probbing tongue. The girl's hips writhed and twisted. She moaned and urged the woman on, softly whispering for her to drive deeper and deeper.
The woman complied. Quickening the lapping action of her oral digit, she speared deeper into the yielding socket of the blonde's edacious cunt. She licked and sucked, trying her best to return the care Jennie had taken with her own pussy. Lick, lap, swirl, lave, for the moment even Sean's ramrod was forgotten.
Anne's actions brought results. The blonde seated beneath her writhed and bucked. Her hands pressed into the woman's neck shoving her harder into the hot slash between her young wanton thighs.
"Close!" the blonde groaned. "Close ... close ... arraaggahhh!"
The girl came. Still Anne's licking tongue worked, laving slavishly, bringing the teenager to complete climax. Only when the last tiny tremor of pleasure fled Jennie's supine body, did the woman lift her head.
While she might have momentarily forgotten about the man plugged into her ass, Sean certainly had not forgotten his position. Still with deep-drilling strokes, the artist's cock reamed slowly in and out of her bowels. Like a sheathing glove, the kneeling beauty squeezed and relaxed the tight channel of her backside. Lovingly, the man's shaft throbbed and jerked a bit. She smiled with self-satisfaction.
How long had he been in her? Time had lost all meaning for the woman. It seemed like hours now, but still she wanted him there, savored the filling presence of his sex.
Sean's hands, which had politely busied her dangling tits, now slipped downward. She gasped in anticipation of those fingers wiggling into the down of her cunt. But instead, the man's hands grasped her waist.
Confused a bit, she felt him lift her slightly, then gently lower her to the carpet on her side. All the while, his stiff prick remained fully entrenched in her ass. Together, they both now lay on the floor like two spoons. Still, Sean's pleasure-wand plowed softly in and out of her ass.
Closing her eyes, she once more gave herself to the soft insistence of the man's stroking cock. There was a definite thrill in having to service a man and a woman at once, but there was definitely a total pleasure of just laying there and letting this marvelous man ream in and out of her rear-channel.
She sighed deeply and wiggled around a bit. An action that brought a surprisingly throaty groan from the man behind her. She smiled wickedly. Despite the heavy drain placed on his balls tonight, the lusty artist was feeling the effects of their cock-to-ass coupling. That groan could only mean pressure was once more building in his groin.
For a moment, she toyed with the idea of wildly gyrating her buttocks, whipping them around his entrenched prick. Surely, she could bring him off in a matter of seconds if she wanted. But she didn't want to. She wanted to prolong the pleasure of his rectal invasion for as long as she could, e wanted to milk the last second of delight from him.
"Ohhhh!" Anne groaned in surprise.
A hand cupped her quim and a finger wiggled into the steamy channel of her sex. Her eyes fluttered open. Keith, grinning widely, sat on his heels beside her, obviously enjoying giving his mother an unexpected finger-fuck. She groaned again as he drove his digit deeper into the quick of her body.
"I think you'd like to have another man," her son said almost casually.
She started to say something, but her words caught in her throat. She remembered the exciting picture of Sean and Keith taking Sherry at the same time. Her own wanton desire to feel two men filling her body rose in heated passion. She simply nodded, her hand lifting to lovingly stroke the long, hard cock jutting from her son's loins.
While Sean continued to drill her ass, Keith lowered himself to his side, pressing closely to his mother's nakedness. While his palms lifted one of her thighs, her own hands guided the length of manmeat he sported to the waiting lips of her cunt. Wedging the bulbous head of his prick within the outer lips of her labia, she waited until that little lurch of his hips speared his cock deeply into her pussy.
Doubly impaled, she lay there, sandwiched between lover and son. Fucked was all she could think. And she was. Front and back two throbbing dicks skewered her willing body. She felt reality give way. She was the total sex object. She was crammed full of hot, yearning cock. She existed only to service these two men.
As Keith's lips locked around the plump, lust-swollen nipple of her right tit, Sean eased out from the depths of her ass. When his cock crown reached the ring of her anus he pressed inward. At the same time, while he licked and sucked at her desire-heated, nipple, her son slowly began to withdraw his own rod from the innermost recess of her cunt.
Back and forth, in and out, The two men stroked into her cock-crammed body. She tried to move, but couldn't. The two muscular bodies of her dual lovers held her too tightly. All she could do was lay there and accept the reaming penetrations of their pricks.
She felt both of them. Each twitch, each throb, she felt them. Each jerk, each quiver of their rods sent electric thrills racing through every nerve of her body. Inward Keith slipped his cock and outward moved Sean's meaty tube of pleasure.
She felt their massive cocks pressing against one another through the thin wall separating the channels of her body. Did they feel each other? She didn't know. Not that it really mattered. That she felt them was all that really mattered at the moment.
Keith's hips quickened. His lovewand suddenly moved with quick, deep strokes. The upping of tempo drew off the dual rhythm of the two men. Both their cocks slammed in at the same time. Her body shuddered and jarred with pleasure. Hard and long they rammed into her ass and pussy at the same time. Then their hips jerked out only to skewer back.
Faster and faster the dual invasion of her wanton body seemed to go. She moaned and writhed between the masculine bodies. Her arms grasped her son for a moment, then she reached behind, trying to hold the artist. Her head lolled on her shoulders, her mouth open in one long continuous moan of pleasure. In and out, out and in, the slamming attack of their cocks came. Double pistons of pleasure filled her, packing her ass and pussy like they had never been packed before.
Harder and deeper the two men seemed to drive. No longer could her senses discern the driving rod in her ass from the long, hard prick in her cunt. Sensations melted, blended, boiled. If it v/as possible to have too much of a good thing, she realized, this was damn close to that point. She was overloading. Her whole body felt as though it were going to explode with pleasure.
Still the two men plowed into the front and rear channels of her body. She shuddered and jerked, her body no longer able to work in rhythmn with the dual impalement. In their cocks jackhammered. Every cell of her body jarred with the impact. Then their hips jerked back, only to slam forward once again.
The woman's head swirled. Her thoughts were incoherent and blurred. In hard, they came. Out they slid. Higher and higher she skyrocketed, but still her body held back, refusing the release it so desperately needed.
Red-hot, she seemed to glow, then blue-white, then pure white heat seared through her nerves. Out and in, in and out, the two men continued their dual assault. She twisted and writhed, going wild between them.
Suddenly the artist behind her stiffened. He threw himself deep into the burning recesses of her thoroughly reamed ass. Loudly his groans of pleasure came from chest and throat.
Hot and thick, she felt the creamy gushes of sperm and semen fountain from the jerking head of his cock. Blast after blast shot from his rod, drenching the glowing tunnel of her rectum.
But her attention quickly left the coming man when an exploring fingertip found the pulsing button of her aroused clit. She groaned aloud. Her son now totally controlled her body.
Around and around his finger swirled, while his rock-hard cock pistoned in and out of the juicy sluice of her cunt. Her hands gripped his buttocks now, trying to draw him even deeper into the fiery socket of her sex.
Like an exploding skyrocket she came. Shuddering pleasure quaked through her, nerves sizzled with passion. She twisted and gyrated, her own hips thrusting against the youthful loins of her own son. She was caught in the eye of a hurricane of carnal lust and gave herself to it with abandoned recklessness.
For what seemed like and eternity or two she tossed about on the winds of esctasy. Then she slowly drifted back to reality. Still her son pumped his rigid rail of flesh into the quivering harbor of her cunt.
Knowing his own closeness, she wiggled a hand between their sweat-slickened cores. There swollen and lust-packed, she found the hard stones of his testicles. Impishly, she toyed and rolled the rocks of desire in her fingertips.
The results were immediate. Keith came, once again blasting his incestuous lust into his mother's pussy. She held him close gratefully accepting his fountaining release. Then when his cock was drained and deflated to a hose of flesh, she allowed him to roll from her.
Sexually exhausted and physically drained as she had never been before, Anne rolled to her back and closed her eyes. For a moment, she thought she felt the soft touch of feminine hands on her thighs and the light kiss of lips on her quim, but she wasn't sure, sleep cradled her in its arms.
Chapter Twelve
The brightness and warmth of sunlight flittering through curtained windows brought Anne from a deep sleep. Forcing her eyelids open, she stared around. Keith, Sherry, Jennie, and Sean still slept on the floor, last night's activities apparently having drained them as much as it had her.
Quietly, she rose and slipped from the room and walked down the hall to her bedroom. The travel clock on the dresser read straight-up noon. She smiled, remembering detail by detail of last night's non-stop sex.
Finding her bathrobe in the closet, she tossed it atop her unused bed, then stepped into a shower of hot, then awakening cold water. After a brisk rub-dry, she combed and brushed her hair. Then she sat on the bed, replaying the night once again.
Things had totally changed last night. Keith was still her son, she still held a ^m mother's love for him, but now there was more. How would it affect them? And Sean and the girls. What about their relationship? What about Sean and her?
Last night, she had purposely pushed such thoughts from her mind. Now they, or at least the answers, seemed to elude her. Shaking her head, she rose and returned to the hallway. Slowly she walked back to the living room. Only Sean remained on the floor. He sat, back leaning against the sofa.
Good morning, beautiful lady," he said glancing up when she entered. "Mmmmm, do you always look that glorious this early?"
She laughed. "It's not quite as early as you think. Noon or so."
"It seems awful damn early," he grinned with a mock moan. "I'm still worn out."
"It was some night," she replied with a sympathic nod, as she walked over to the still-naked man and sat beside him on the floor. "But I think you'll live through it."
"Right now, Fm not so sure of that," he said with a laugh. 'This floor is harder than it looks. My right side feels like it's got a hundred or three kinks in it."
"A hot shower will work all that out," Anne said. "Where are Keith and the girls?"
"Loving children," Sean replied with a smile. "We both have. They decided to treat us to breakfast. They're in the kitchen whipping up some ham and eggs."
"Sounds good," Anne answered, suddenly realizing she was hungry.
"Agreed! Last night has left me as hungry as a bear."
"Last night . . ." Anne rolled it around in her head.
"Hey, why the serious face?" Sean turned to her.
"I'm not sure," she said with a shrug of her shoulders.
"Guilty?"
"No, I don't think so," she replied. "At least I don't feel ashamed of everything that happened."
"Still it sits a bit uneasy with you," Sean said and she nodded in agreement. "I know what you're feeling."
"You do?"
"Yes," he said. "When Jennie and I first made love, I felt it the first time. While, we were in each other's arms, it was right. But after the passion passed, I wasn't so sure. I felt the same thing with Sherry last night."
"How did you handle it?"
"I'm not sure that I did," he said. "I just sort of let it handle itself. Jennie seems to have turned out to be a healthy, stable young woman. And last night, I wasn't Sherry's first man."
"But Keith ..."
"You weren't Keith's first woman," Sean said before she could finish. "I think that was quite obvious."
"Yes, but ..." She wasn't sure what she wanted to say. She sure didn't have any answers. "I guess it will all work out in time."
"I think you're right," Sean replied. "We broke all sorts of social taboos last night. Perhaps what we do isn't right for other people. But it seemed right for us."
"Open and free," Anne said. "It seemed open and free to me."
"Not to mention loving," Sean added. "Which makes it a hell of a lot more real than any one of us just going out and finding a lay to satisfy biological urges."
Anne nodded. "And you and me. I'm ..."
"I think we feel about the same," Sean said. "That night in the city we needed sex. I invited you here this weekend and you came because we needed sex and liked what we found in each other."
"Now we need time."
"Yes, perhaps that's all we'll ever be to each other-a good bed partner. Which isn't all that bad," he said. "But I'd like to find out if there's anything else."
She leaned over and kissed him lovingly on the lips. "So would I." "And you have to admit," he chuckled, "we're better off than most couples. We won't have to play any coy sexual games. We already know we both like to ball."
Anne laughed. "You can say that again."
"We both like to ball," he grinned. "Sorry, but I couldn't resist."
"You're forgiven," she said with another tender kiss.
"Like I said, I think we should give all this a chance," he said. "I don't want it to end with this weekend."
"Neither do I," Anne said, resting her head on his shoulder when he pulled her to him. "Nor do I think Keith and girls are ready to say good-bye."
"Then how about planning another family get-together for next weekend?" Sean suggested.
"This time you and the girls are invited to our house," Anne replied.
"It's a date," Sean- grinned.
His arms slipped around her. His lips covered her. The kiss was tender, then grew in passion. Anne mentally smiled. The kiss wasn't the only thing growing with desire. As the artist opened her robe and lowered her to her back on the floor, she mused, it's going to be one beautiful day!
