Most of us lead two lives--real and fantasy. The housewife imagines herself leading a life of luxury, surrounded by jewels and furs. The businessman imagines himself away from the rat race, painting or fishing by a quiet lake. The schoolboy dreams of becoming a famous athlete. And then there are sexual fantasies--wild dreams that we seldom expect to come true.
Is it best to suppress our desires and fantasies, or to bring them out in the open and act on them? Does their repression lead to sickness or does their fulfillment bring shame? No one has yet been able to answer these questions satisfactorily.
In this story the characters have decided not to repress their sexual desires and fantasies. NEIGHBORLY WIFE--a story that deals with a sexual dilemma that confronts us all in one form or another. We cannot pass judgment on the solutions of others. We can only look at them with an open mind, seeing how some members of our society face the problem.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Karen watched her foolish husband and silly son. And, although she was still pissed, she was also amused. They were making absolute idiots of themselves over that little cunt.
That "little cunt" was Sandy, the girl who had moved in next door two months ago. But despite her anger, Karen had to admit the "little cunt" was downright attractive--and she knew it, too. Karen's mind flamed. Fucking little piece of hot ass! She's probably been fucked by so many cocks, she's lost count!
Her husband, Rob, and her son, Jack, were out in the back yard with Sandy now. Karen watched them from the glass doors leading to the patio. Rob was trying to start the charcoal for the steaks, but he was acting just as stupidly as Jack with the girl. In a way, Karen couldn't blame them. Sandy really was something.
The girl was so very young, yet so beautiful in her sweet-faced way. With her huge eyes and her honey-blonde hair that was pulled into a tight ponytail, Sandy was truly tantalizing. She was enough to make any man's mouth water. Karen had to admit that even if she was mad.
Karen could understand Sandy's appeal, and the effect she had on not just her husband and son, but all the other men and boys in the neighborhood. Sandy would prance about in her extremely tight jeans and summer sweaters, her budding tits molded with their succulent nipples trying to burn holes into the fabric. Her jeans were always so damned tight, her little ass was all but revealed by them. Karen had watched the girl ever since she had moved in next door, and had also been amused by her--until her husband and son starting making fools of themselves over her. Rob, especially, should know better, she felt.
The girl was too young for him, and besides, it wasn't as if he wasn't getting all the fucking he could possibly handle. In fact, he was getting more than he could handle--that is, more than he seemed to want. And that was responsible for part of Karen's anger, too.
Before Sandy came along, Rob had been very eager for a good fuck. Morning, noon and night, anytime and anyplace, as long as Jack was out of the house. But ever since Sandy started hanging around, Rob seemed more interested in her than in his wife.
In fact, her husband was acting as if he were a young boy again, a teenager with a hard cock he couldn't wait to shove into Sandy's little pussy. Karen would have thought that her husband would want her experienced ass even more due to the arousing presence of young Sandy.
Surely Rob isn't thinking about fucking that little girl, Karen thought as she watched. His cock would never fit in such a tight cunt. Never--or would it?
Sandy had arrived for the back yard cookout wearing a pair of the tightest white shorts Karen had ever seen on anyone, especially a girl of Sandy's young age. Karen wondered why her parents let her wear them. They hugged her hips and were cut low, almost three inches beneath her belly button. The legs were high, very high, and the white of her small ass cheeks was exposed to contrast in a tantalizing way with the honey tan of her thighs. And the crotch! The puffy lips of Sandy's cunt were totally and blatantly outlined.
Everything about Sandy indicated a precocious teenager, a girl who not only looked like a hot fuck, but, Karen suspected, really was a hot piece of ass. And so damned young!
She couldn't blame Rob and Jack, not really. After all, they were male, and all males Karen knew would sniff after anything as succulent and sweet as Sandy. They couldn't help it, she felt. Besides, Karen knew if she dressed and pranced about that way, she would draw the hot attentions of men and boys, too.
Karen was tall, an inch or so taller than the average woman. She had chestnut-colored hair that flowed just past her shoulders, with dark, brown eyes that were warm and flirty. Her nose was straight, almost a bit too large for her face, but it was still an attractive feature. Her mouth was wide and full, her lips moist. She had a slender neck on femininely sloping shoulders with spongy tits that had retained their shape and firmness despite her thirty-two years of age. Her waist was as narrow and her stomach as flat as when she had been a teenager. Her hips swelled and curved out, flowing gracefully into long, slender, creamy smooth thighs that looked delicious when she wore her bikini. Her ass swelled and curved outward, the cheeks tight and so shapely that mouths watered when she strolled past.
Karen knew her beauty, knew she was attractive to men. There was an aura about her, a sexual aura that seemed to radiate around her, a heat that almost screamed her boiling sexual personality. Karen knew this, too, and sometimes this aura and her beauty had given her problems. All her life she had had to fend off men, overeager and not understanding she was not the easy piece of ass they thought she was.
Karen had been a virgin when she married her husband, much to his surprise. And she had remained faithful to him, although she had been attracted to a number of men during the years of her marriage. She knew that Rob had not cheated on her, and she trusted him--until now.
Somehow, Karen knew her husband was in competition with their son for Sandy. She was surprised to find that her anger was mixed with amusement, wondering which of her men would be the first to fuck that tantalizing dish of sugar.
Rob turned from the built-in barbeque pit and started toward the house. Karen watched her husband walk, her eyes moving to the front of his pants. Sure enough, he had a hard-on, she saw. The reason, of course, was that he had been looking unabashedly at Sandy's succulent, youthful body.
I'll fix the bastard, Karen thought.
As Rob entered the house, Karen grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hall.
"What's going on, Karen?" he asked. "I just came in to get more matches."
"Shut up, you horny bastard," she hissed at him. "Just shut the fuck up!"
She pulled him into their bedroom. Turning toward him, she glued her curvaceous body against his, grinding her hips tightly as she wrapped her arms about his neck and kissed him hotly. She felt his cock pressing against her, throbbing with hardness. Pulling her lips from his, she ran her hand down between their bodies and clutched at his cock through his pants.
"A little hot, huh?" Rob grinned.
"Not a little hot, damn you," she snapped, fire blazing from her brown eyes as she pulled his zipper down, darting her hand inside his pants. She pulled his cock out, closing her hands about it and squeezing. "A lot hot!"
She saw the puzzlement come into his eyes but she didn't care about that. What she cared about was cooling him off for a while. She gripped his cock hard, feeling it throb in her fist. Karen was usually right on the brink of exploding into intense desire and holding Rob's cock sent her over the edge. Her cunt started quivering and became very wet. Her nipples lifted and swelled into hardness.
Running her thumb over the swollen head of her husband's cock, she found that he, too, was dripping.
"Oooo," she mewled and went to her knees swiftly. "So hard! So fucking hard!"
Her brown eyes glazed over with the abrupt flare of erotic desire. She knelt there, stroking Rob's cock, watching it grow even thicker.
"Oh, you know I love it when you're so hard, Rob," she murmured.
"You plan on doing anything with it?" he asked.
"Don't I always?" She turned her face up to look at him, her lips moist, eyes flashing. "Oh, Rob, fuck me in my mouth! Fuck my mouth, darling!"
She threw her arms about his hips and clutched at his tight, muscular ass with both hands, nuzzling her face against his throbbing cock, loving the sensation of that dripping juice smearing her cheeks.
"Please, Rob, fuck me in my mouth! You know how much I love that! Fuck my mouth, darling!"
She drew back, opened her lips wide, and Rob grabbed her head with both hands. As the huge, smooth head of his cock stuffed into her mouth, Karen moaned with pleasure. As always, with her lips wrapping tightly about his prick, her clitoris came close to bursting. She writhed her ass as she knelt on her knees, drawing her husband's cock deeply into her hungry mouth.
She loved the scraping hardness of his prick running over her tongue and against the roof of her mouth. She whimpered throatily as her stretched lips brushed the gaping fly of his pants. She clung to his ass as tightly as he held her head, fucking slowly in and out of her clinging lips.
Karen often wanted her husband to fuck her in her mouth. She loved sucking cock as much as she loved feeling it thrusting into her usually steaming cunt. Sometimes she wanted her husband to lie still and let her suck his prick and lick around his hairy balls, arousing them both. Then, just before he would come, she liked for him to stab her mouth vigorously.
And she always came when he did. The taste of his sweet come juice flowing over her tongue was the trigger to her own orgasm. When she had first sucked him off on their wedding night, Rob had been surprised and delighted to find himself married to a woman without sexual inhibitions.
Kneeling there now, being fucked in her mouth by his hard cock, she shivered with pleasure. I don't care if it was that little girl who made him hard, she said to herself as she felt him hold her head tightly, fucking faster now. It doesn't matter how he got this hard-on. I'm the one getting it, not her.
The thick size of Rob's cock stretched her lips to their utmost, and she hardly had room inside her mouth to use her tongue. She had often wondered about other men, if their cocks were all this huge, this tasty. She had been tempted to find out so many times, and the opportunity was always around her.
Mewling with intense pleasure, loving the hot hardness of Rob's cock penetrating her hungry mouth, Karen's dark eyes glowed up into his contorting face. He held her head tightly, buffeting it with his increasingly faster thrusts. There was a burning sensation between her thighs and her cunt was pulsating, the hair-lined lips swelling. Her clitoris tingled and became extremely hard and she could hardly stand the way it touched the crotch of her panties.
Her fingers dug into her husband's flexing ass cheeks, wishing she had pulled his pants down, wanting to feel his naked ass. But it was too late for that now. She didn't want to stop this exquisite fucking of her mouth for a second. His cock was throbbing more powerfully, the way it always did just before he came.
Karen closed her lips tighter yet around his sliding prick, her tongue pressing at it, making it tight against her mouth. She gurgled hotly around his cock, her eyes almost glassy with passion as she gazed up at his face. Rob usually groaned loudly when he came, and he always closed his eyes a second before that sweet, creamy come juice bubbled from his prick. She knew the signs very well after so many years of marriage.
With Rob's approaching discharge, Karen's cunt was bubbling with one of her own. She began to squeal softly around his cock as the cheeks of her rounded, springy ass clenched.
She saw his eyes close, and then he groaned. A thick squirt of creamy come juice splashed into her mouth. Karen squealed in a muffled sound as she tasted the sweetness of his come juice. With the second powerful squirt of that delicious nectar, her cunt erupted into a convulsive orgasm.
From past experience, she knew she had to swallow quickly if she wanted every drop of his precious juice. Otherwise it would escape from the tight corners of her mouth. Rob always came so much. She often wondered if other men came as much as her husband. Karen often wondered a great deal about other men, their cocks, their balls, how they fucked, if they licked pussy or preferred cocksucking.
Sometimes, although she had not told Rob, she fantasized about being fucked by another man when her husband was fucking her. Sometimes she tried to pretend it was another, a different cock inside her boiling cunt, her mouth, her hand. Sometimes she wondered what it would be like to be in her bed with two men at once, one of them Rob. She wondered how it would feel to have two wonderfully hard cocks stuffing her cunt and mouth at the same time.
But she never mentioned any of this to her husband.
Her mouth was filling with his delicious come juice and she was swallowing almost frantically. Her cunt was having powerful convulsions, making her rock her ass about. The muffled squeals that erupted from her told her husband that she, too, was coming off. His hands tightened about her face, his cock plunging in and out of her hot, wet lips, spurting until his come practically ran like a boiling river down her greedy throat.
Karen's eyes were glazed with the intensity of her passion as she swallowed hungrily, her fingers digging into his ass cheeks. She wished his pants were down, wanting to feel his heavy, hairy balls banging against her chin as he came.
I love it! her mind flamed. Oh, I love this so much, so fucking much! I could drink his come juice all day long!
Her stomach trembled as she came, her tits almost bursting as they grew tight.
Then something strange happened to Karen.
As her husband's cock continued discharging into her receptive, hot mouth, a mental picture burst into her mind--She saw Rob's cock, the cock that was now inside her mouth and coming off copiously, sliding in and out of Sandy's cunt.
The glassy expression in her eyes was gone, and in its place was one of surprised wonder. She was not seeing her husband's contorted face, despite her head being turned upward, her mouth filling with his come juice. She was seeing his thick cock fucking Sandy's tender, little pussy.
Her cunt suddenly erupted into a second orgasm, or was it just an extension of the first? Whatever, it was the most powerful orgasm Karen had ever experienced. It was so strong it almost ripped her apart. She had to cling to her husband's hips tightly to keep from falling back. The image of his cock fucking Sandy's young cunt had been so real, so vivid, and so... exciting.
Oh, God! Yes!
Karen hardly knew when her husband pulled his cock from her mouth and tucked it back into his pants. She remained on her knees in the middle of the bedroom floor, her expression strange to him. Although her eyes were still open, she wasn't seeing anything except that searing image of her husband's cock fucking sweet, innocent-looking Sandy, his thick prick sliding in and out of her young, tender cunt.
"What's wrong, Karen?"
She heard her husband asking her a question, but it sounded as if he were miles away. But the sound of his voice broke through, and she shook her head, coming back to reality as if recovering from hypnosis.
"Nothing," she whispered, climbing to her feet, her body still trembling. Her full lips glistened moistly and she ran her tongue over them. "Go finish the steaks."
"I haven't gotten the damned charcoal going yet," he reminded her. "I ran out of matches."
"Then go get some matches," she said, her voice low and strange.
She stood in the bedroom for a long time after he had gone, thinking about that sudden, unexpected image of his cock penetrating Sandy's cunt.
Why? she asked herself. Why should I think such a thing, let alone see it in my mind? Are you going crazy, Karen?
She began to pace the room, thinking. Oddly enough, she felt no jealousy or even anger. On the contrary, she felt very excited about it.
Leaving the room she went back to the living room and looked out into the back yard. The charcoal was now going, and her son, Jack, was sitting close to Sandy on the redwood bench. Their heads were close together and they were whispering. Sandy giggled often and the sound came to Karen, soft, melodious, and teasing.
She saw Sandy place her hand on her son's arm, moving it slowly up and down. Despite her tender age, Karen realized that Sandy knew exactly what she was doing. She was flirty and knew what the response would be on Jack--or any other man or boy. It was an almost direct invitation for them to caress her in return, Karen thought.
She's a hot one, all right. She can't be a virgin, that's for sure. Sandy has been fucked--fucked often, I'm certain, Karen thought. And Jack, I bet his cock is standing up so damned hard he's about to come off in his fucking pants!
The idea of her son having a hard-on startled her almost as much as the image of her husband fucking the pretty girl. She had never thought of her son as a sexual person and had certainly never thought about his cock at all.
I wonder what his cock is like, she thought, feeling only a slight sense of shame. Could Jack's cock be as big as Rob's? Of course not. Jack isn't old enough to have a huge cock, is he? But I bet he gets a nice hard-on just the same. Look at him, making those big cow eyes at Sandy. He looks like a love-sick puppy dog.
She saw Sandy take her hand off Jack's arm and watched as she let it drop to his naked thigh, below the edges of his frayed cut-off jeans. Whispering to him, Sandy moved her little palm up and down his smooth thigh. Karen watched with interest and, she could not deny it, excitement.
CHAPTER TWO
Rob was at work and Jack was off someplace. That left Karen alone in the house.
It was the day after the cook-out and Karen was still seeing that same vision over and over in her mind. Last night, she had been so aggressive with her husband, he had been surprised. She had fucked him furiously and hungrily, her naked ass churning almost violently, begging him for more and more until he could not respond any longer. By the time he had fucked her twice, Karen's cunt was almost bruised from the fury of his pounding. But, despite enjoying a number of orgasms, she had gone to sleep without a feeling of satisfaction.
She couldn't understand it. Rob had always satisfied her before. But now she found herself hungry for more and more sex.
It was nine in the morning, and she sat at the small table in the kitchen, drinking her fourth cup of coffee, puzzled by this difference. She had showered as she usually did when she got out of bed, dressed in a becoming housedress and prepared Rob's breakfast before he went to his office. She knew he was confused by her quietness. Usually they did most of their intimate talking over breakfast. It was the time of day they discussed financial affairs, the activities for the evening, Jack's school work or his summer plans. It was the time he told of his work at the office, she, of her schedule for the day.
But not this morning.
Rob had not commented on her silence, but she knew he was looking at her quizzically. She kissed him goodbye as usual, and he patted her ass, as usual.
Then she returned to the small table with her coffee, ignoring the breakfast dishes, something she hardly ever did. When Jack got up and refused breakfast except milk and toast, she hardly noticed.
There was a change taking place, a change she didn't understand. Her body felt very warm, but not with the ill, feverish heat of a temperature. It was the heat of anticipation, of a sexual tension that was both exciting and repulsing her. The image of her husband's cock fucking Sandy's young cunt remained in her mind and so did the idea of her son having a hard-on for the girl.
Is he fucking her? she asked herself. Is Jack taking her little panties down and sticking his cock in her? When did it start? Does he like it? Does Sandy like it? The questions and thoughts whirled about in her mind, a jumble of erotic images and words.
Her mind was making so much noise it took a while before she understood the sound in her head was the front door bell. Feeling irritated, she went to answer it.
"Good morning, Karen," Diane said. "I thought I'd come over and have coffee with you--if you don't mind, that is."
"Of course not," Karen said, throwing the door open. "Come on in."
Diane was Sandy's mother, an adult version of the beautiful little girl. Although she had no reason to be envious, Karen wished Diane looked more her age. Many people took Diane and Sandy to be sisters, only a few years apart. Normally, Karen didn't like adult blondes but Diane was a bombshell with her blonde hair and sensuous body.
Karen did not know Diane all that well. They had become friendly two months ago when Diane and her family had bought the house next door. There had been an immediate liking between the two beautiful women, and Rob got along well with Stew, Diane's husband. Sometimes Rob would visit there, or Stew here, and they would have a few beers and watch baseball or football on television. The men liked each other quite well.
Karen poured coffee for Diane, then sat back down. Diane was wearing shorts and a halter, the halter well stretched by her creamy tits. Karen could understand Sandy's clothing, if her mother wore such revealing, tantalizing garments. Diane had a fantastic body, with a small waist, rounded hips, and a beautifully round ass. She obviously didn't mind showing it off.
I wonder if Rob has been looking at Diane, too, Karen thought, looking at her friend over the rim of her cup. Diane is a dream, a wet dream, if I ever saw one.
"I'm going to wring Stew's neck one of these days," Diane said.
"What's he up to now?" Karen asked. "Surely there isn't another woman." Diane was always going to wring her husband's neck for some reason or other. Karen realized it was just a figure of speech, knowing very well how much they loved each other. "Stew would be out of his mind to look at another woman when he has something like you around."
"You know it isn't another woman," Diane laughed. "And that is probably the problem. Say, you wouldn't be willing to give a lady a hand, would you?"
"A hand with what?"
"With my husband," Diane said, a low chuckle of lewdness coming from her throat, deep and husky.
Karen's eyes went wide. "With your husband? Oh, come on."
"That man stays so damned horny, I don't know how much more I can take," Diane said, her eyes glowing warmly. "But then I kind of enjoy it anyway."
"I know how you feel," Karen said. "Sometimes I think I need some help with Rob."
Diane's eyes became intense as she looked at Karen. "Do you mean that?"
"Like you, I enjoy it," Karen replied, wondering why she had to giggle suddenly.
"I'll tell you what," Diane said, and Karen realized Diane's voice had gone very throaty. "I'll trade you Stew for Rob."
Karen's eyes widened. "You can't be serious!"
"I've never been more serious in my life," Diane replied.
She means it, Karen thought. She really means it! She wants to trade husbands, swap.
The idea of mate-swapping was known to Karen, of course. It went on everywhere. She stared at Diane, seeing in her mind her husband's cock fucking this blonde woman.
I wonder if she has blonde hair on her cunt. I bet she isn't a real blonde. I bet Diane is a living room blonde and a bedroom brunette.
Diane's eyes were glowing. The blue circles had become fiery hot as she stared back at Karen. "You're wondering if I'm a real blonde, aren't you, Karen?"
"How did you know?" Karen asked.
"Most people do," Diane laughed, waving her hand as if the subject was unimportant to her. "My hair is silver blonde from a bottle, of course, but I'm blonde all over, just the same. Does Rob like blondes?"
He likes one blonde, Karen thought. Your daughter!
Out loud, she said, "I have no idea. He's never talked about that."
Diane stood up. "Then you can tell him I'm for real," she said, and with a quick movement, pulled the tight crotch of her shorts to one side. Karen stared at the blonde hair, seeing it was honey-colored and not silver like the hair on Diane's head.
Karen was not startled nor shocked by what Diane had done. She felt, instead, some deep-seated rumbling inside her body, a tingling feeling that grew, giving her stomach the feeling of riding the last seat of a speeding roller coaster as it slipped over the first downgrade.
"With that chestnut color of your hair," Diane said, still holding the crotch of her shorts to one side, "you must use a bottle, too."
"I do not," Karen said, her voice husky as she continued to gaze at Diane's exposed cunt hair.
"Show me!" Diane challenged, arching her hips outward and pulling her crotch further to the side.
Karen found herself looking at Diane's puffy pink cunt lips, thick blonde hair curling about it. With a sudden decision, she got to her feet and pulled her dress to her waist, almost tearing the crotch of her panties as she yanked it to one side.
"See?" she said. "It's the same color."
"I could have sworn that color came from the bottle," Diane replied, her eyes hot as she stared at Karen's cunt.
"This is childish," Karen said, but she continued to hold her panties to one side, feeling a sudden excitement. "This is like show-and-tell, something a couple of little girls would do."
"Would little girls do this?"
Suddenly Diane's hand shot out and Karen felt her neighbor's fingers curling between her thighs, cupping her cunt. She gasped in surprise, her dark eyes going wide. "Diane!"
"Mmmm, kind of nice," Diane said, ignoring the protest. "Nice and hairy, and yes, hot, too." She worked a finger into Karen's cunt, shoving it deep as she writhed the heel of her hand upon the suddenly hard clitoris.
Karen was gasping, but it wasn't with shock any longer. The finger inside her cunt was moving, darting up and down, fucking back and forth. Her legs shook and she placed her hand on the table to brace herself. Her hip moved forward and she spread her feet on the floor. Before she knew it, her crotch was pumping back and forth as Diane fingerfucked her.
"Hot, huh?" Diane asked with a low, wicked laugh. "I thought so. You're as hot as I am, Karen. You've got one of the hottest asses I've ever seen. No wonder we hit it off right away, huh?"
"Diane, I... we better stop," she said. "I think I better... that's enough, Diane!"
But Diane paid no attention to her. Instead she moved in closer, wrapping her other arm about Karen's waist and drawing her tight, one finger still moving in and out of Karen's hairy pussy. When Diane's mouth came into contact with hers, Karen whimpered with sudden passion. When she felt Diane's tongue sliding into her mouth, she could not help but start sucking on it almost frantically as she writhed her hips, churning on that wicked finger. She moaned against Diane's mouth and flung her arms about the blonde woman.
She pulled Diane hard against her tits, feeling those larger ones smashing against her almost pointed nipples. Her hands shot down Diane's back and cupped that fantastic ass, her fingers clawing against the tight shorts. Whimpering with a steamy passion, she sucked hard on Diane's tongue, drawing it almost into her throat. She sucked on Diane's tongue as she sucked on her husband's cock--wet, wild, frenzied.
Diane pulled her finger from Karen's clinging cunt and her tongue from those sucking lips. Bringing the slippery wet finger up, she brushed it along Karen's lips. Karen tasted the juices of her own pussy for the first time and something went off like an explosion inside her body and mind.
"Oh, God!" she wailed, drawing Diane's hips tight and grinding her own. "This is, this is... terrible! We can't be doing this, Diane! I'm not this way! Women don't turn me on. Please, we better stop--now!"
Diane laughed again, very low and with a sensual tone. "I doubt if you mean that, Karen," she said, moving the cunt-wet finger into Karen's mouth. "Suck it, honey. Taste your cunt. Isn't that delicious? See how sweet it is?"
Karen began to suck on Diane's finger greedily. What is going on here? her mind flared. Yet she was unable to stop sucking Diane's finger. My God--that's my cunt I'm tasting! That's my pussy juice! And, oh, I love it! It's almost as good as Rob's come juice! I shouldn't... I can't be... but I am! I want...
Again it seemed as if Diane could read her mind.
The top of her housedress was open and Diane was fondling her swollen, pointing tits, twisting at her rigid, burning nipples. Diane lowered her head and her wet lips closed about a nipple. Karen felt the wet tongue licking as the hot lips sucked. She peered down with unfocused eyes and saw Diane's mouth open wide, trying to suck the whole tit into her mouth. Karen continued to hang on tightly to Diane's shapely ass that was now twisting and squirming in her palms.
Diane went to Karen's other tit. By the time she finished sucking on it, Karen was out of her mind with shuddering desire. Her cunt was so hot she thought it would melt at any time. The insides of her thighs were slippery with the seeping juices and she felt wetter and hotter than she had in quite some time.
With a numb mind, she watched as Diane slowly sank to her knees before her, kneeling as she had the day before in front of Rob to suck his huge, thick cock. Diane sat on the floor, her face turned up. Karen felt the woman's hands on her pantied ass, the fingers caressing and feeling about her creamy ass cheeks. Then there was a tearing sound and she realized Diane had torn her panties away from her cunt. Bracing herself against the table, Karen found herself spreading her legs wide, bending them at the knees, her cunt aiming for that beautiful, silvery-blonde face.
"So beautiful," she heard Diane murmuring. "You have such a beautiful cunt, Karen. I just love it when a cunt is this hairy and this wet! Ohhh, I'm going to really enjoy eating you, Karen! My God, your cunt is literally dripping!"
Karen arched her hips forward as she bent her knees more, still bracing herself. She stared down with huge, smoldering eyes, watching as Diane started licking at the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. She heard the soft coos and mewls Diane made as her tongue swirled about the creamy texture of her thighs, moving close to her throbbing, twitching cunt. She watched the tip of Diane's tongue slide along the wet thighs, and then Diane had her face buried in Karen's cunt.
The thick dark curls of her pussy almost concealed Diane's nose as it pressed into the triangle. Karen felt Diane's lips as they pressed hard against the steamy, very wet lips of her throbbing pussy.
"Oooo!" Karen wailed, her hips jerking as the tongue began to flutter about her cunt. "Oh, Diane! Oh, God!"
"Mmmmm!" she heard Diane murmur from between her thighs, the tongue licking about the puffy lips of her pussy. It was a different sensation than when Rob licked her cunt. Diane's mouth seemed softer, her tongue more gentle. Not that she didn't love it when Rob tongue-fucked her--she did, but she loved this, too.
She screamed softly as Diane's tongue slipped into her cunt, thrusting deep. She moaned and jerked her hips about, feeling Diane cupping the cheeks of her ass and holding her ass tightly as her face buried harder yet into the hairy cunt. She could feel Diane's lips writhing against the sensitive lips and she could feel her tongue diving and withdrawing, fucking in and out with a frenzy. Diane's upper lip was smashing against her distended clitoris, increasing the intense passion that was flaring within Karen's shaking body.
With one hand bracing her on the table, Karen's other hand came down and pressed against the back of Diane's head, forcing her beautiful face tighter into her bubbling cunt.
"Oooohhh, eat it!" she yelped. "Eat me, Diane! Oh, God, eat my cunt! Tongue me--fuck me!"
Diane's blue eyes flashed up into Karen's brown ones, twinkling with desire. Karen whipped her crotch back and forth, churning her ass wildly and slamming her hairy cunt hard and almost brutally into Diane's mouth.
She no longer wondered what was happening, no longer felt any shame or disgust. She was far too excited, far too aroused. The tongue slamming into her cunt seemed to go much deeper than her husband's, and it seemed hungrier. Standing with her knees bent, Karen churned her hairy cunt furiously into Diane's face, grunting and mewling and sobbing with the swelling ecstasy.
She had never had a woman lick her cunt before--she had never had a woman touch her cunt before. She had never had anything to do with a woman like this before. And even as that wicked tongue fucked in and out, Karen's mind was telling her that this would not be the last time for her and Diane.
"Ohhh, eat me, eat me, eat me!" she screamed mindlessly. "Tonguefuck me, Diane! Ohhhhh... Oh, God! Oh, God! You're going to have me coming... in a... minute! More! Oh, more, please, please more!"
The orgasm, when it came, almost shattered Karen. It struck with the force of a hurricane, making her body shake violently. A loud scream of intense ecstasy ripped from her throat as she pulled at Diane's head, grinding her spasming cunt hard into her face. Her cunt lips began to flex, sucking at the buried tongue, squeezing it.
Just as she felt her orgasm starting to recede, Diane began plunging her tongue swiftly in and out of her cunt again, swirling it up about Karen's rigid, inflamed clitoris, alternately sucking at it and thrusting into her cunt. A second orgasm ripped through Karen, making her jerk her ass back and forth furiously.
"Ooooo, again! Oh, Diane, you're making me come again!"
The force of her second orgasm made Karen's legs weak, her knees bending until Diane had to lean back. With her cunt convulsing with muscle-stretching ecstasy, Karen squatted directly into Diane's face, grinding her exploding cunt back and forth as screams continued to tear from her constricted throat.
"Oh, God!" Karen said, struggling to pull her cunt away from Diane's mouth. "Please, no more! Diane, stop, please!"
But Diane had wrapped her arms about Karen's thighs and was holding her there. Karen was sitting directly on Diane's face now, her cunt churning back and forth. Sometimes Diane's tongue was inside her cunt, sometimes her nose. Karen whipped her ass back and forth, feeling Diane's greedy tongue licking from her asshole to her intensely and thoroughly soaked cunt, and then those lips were sucking in a frenzy at her clitoris again.
"No!" Karen screamed, and managed to pull free.
She fell onto her side on the floor, her housedress bunched about her waist, one knee drawn up to her tits, her other leg straight out. She knew Diane was sitting up now, looking at her, knew she was gazing at her naked ass, the useless, torn, panties about her waist. But she didn't care. She was so weak from her powerful orgasms that Diane could have done anything she wanted to her at that moment. Anything...
Then she was alone.
Sitting up, still weak, Karen looked around. Oh my God! she thought, almost in panic. What have I done? Why did I let Diane do that to me?
Struggling to her feet, she walked on shaking legs to the bedroom. There, she pulled the torn panties off and, without thinking about it, tossed them onto the nightstand near the bed.
Insane, she told herself. That's what you are, Karen--insane! Letting a woman lick your cunt! That was crazy, really crazy! Of all the dumb things to do...
She climbed onto the bed, feeling sleepy. Curling up, her skirt about her waist and her hand tucked under her cheek, she closed her eyes.
She did not hear the front door open and close. Nor did she hear the footsteps coming down the hall in search of her.
Nor did she know that her son, Jack, stood in the doorway, gazing at her naked, exposed ass and long, tempting thighs.
Karen had drifted peacefully into sleep.
CHAPTER THREE
The incident failed to bother Karen for long.
On the contrary, she had found it very good. But she had been surprised at Diane. Never would she have suspected that her friend enjoyed eating pussy. And she was still more than a little surprised at her own sudden willingness to be seduced by Diane.
And I was mad because Rob was showing interest in Diane's daughter, she thought. So who goes and gets involved with someone else? Karen, you're out of your blasted mind!
It had happened two days ago, but it had not caused her any difficulty after that first evening. Now, Friday afternoon, Karen was preparing a few things for use later that evening. Stew and Diane were coming over for a drink or two, bringing Sandy with them as they always did. Karen found she was looking forward to the evening. She had not seen Diane except once since that morning, and then only long enough to wave hello.
The one single thing that puzzled her, and that only slightly, was the fact that her son seemed to be looking at her differently. She had often caught him gazing at her from the corner of her eye and she didn't understand why.
Does Jack know about what happened? she thought. Of course he doesn't. Jack wasn't here. Could he have come in and seen Diane's face in my cunt without us knowing it?
She was standing at the sink in the kitchen, spearing olives with toothpicks and arranging them on a silver tray with bits of cheese and crackers. She was wearing a pair of designer jeans, tighter than any she had ever worn. They had been bought the day before on an impulse, and once she had them on, she found she liked the way they cupped and molded her ass and thighs, revealing but concealing at the same time.
She also wore an old, faded shirt of Rob's tucked into the waist of the tight jeans, unbuttoned enough to expose the creaminess between her tits. Feeling daring, she wore no bra, and when she leaned over, someone could see not just a tit, but her nipple, too.
She giggled. God, but that was something! Diane sure licked my cunt good! Where did she learn that, anyway? Has she been sucking cunt for some time? Who would think such a blonde beauty would eat pussy. I wonder, does her husband know about this?
Before she realized it, Karen was thinking about Stew. He's a handsome guy. I wonder if he's a good fuck. Could that be why Diane enjoys fucking a cunt with her tongue--because Stew can't satisfy her? But that's bullshit! I know Diane isn't being deprived of cock. That's easy to tell.
She felt a presence behind her. Turning her head, she saw her son standing in the door of the kitchen, looking at her. She started to smile at him, but the smile became fixed on her face. Jack's eyes, she noticed, were staring directly at her tightly clad ass. A sudden shiver rippled through Karen. She felt a tingling sensation come over her, a sort of warming. Unconsciously the cheeks of her ass flexed, tightened.
Jack continued to gaze at his mother's ass and Karen wondered why. Then she remembered what she was wearing. She thought that was probably it. He had never seen her in anything so tight before.
With a wicked feeling, Karen deliberately flexed the cheeks of her ass, knowing the tantalizing effect it would have on Jack. A small flush crept up her face as she went back to spearing olives. Her hands shook so much she missed more than she hit. Her ass was drawing tight, then relaxing, and she couldn't stop it.
Stop, she told herself, trying to gain some control over her ass. Stop it right now, Karen! What the hell are you trying to do? That's your son watching you. Are you that depraved just because you bought a pair of tight jeans? What's happening to you?
Peeking over her shoulder again, she saw that her son had a hard-on. His cock bulged out against his pants and the full outline of it could easily be seen. Jack made no attempt to hide it and stood leaning against the door, his thumb hooked into his belt, his fingers seeming to point toward his hard prick. The only expression on his face was in his eyes. They were hot, excited and showed his interest. Karen felt her nipples turning hard, and felt an excited tingling in them. There was an unexpected throb between her thighs and her clitoris had become swollen. She could tell that she was becoming wet.
Her head, still turned slightly, held the fixed smile that had started earlier. Her dark eyes were glowing as she gazed at the lump of her son's cock. Just as her ass cheeks refused to obey her, so did her eyes. She couldn't take them off her son's bulging cock.
"Jack..." she whispered, her voice so low she wasn't sure she had actually spoken his name.
"Mother, I--"
She heard him say that much, but if he said any more, it was lost. There was a sudden roaring in her ears and a thrilling, shooting sensation of ecstasy in her lower stomach. Her cunt was pulsating hotly, her eyes gazing as though mesmerized by the front of her son's pants.
She saw him move his hands to his fly and, although she gasped softly, she couldn't speak. She had turned sideways at the sink without knowing it, her hip leaning against it. She was unable to say anything or do anything. She stood there as her legs became weaker, watching her son pull down the zipper of his fly. She gasped again when he pulled his cock out of his pants and slowly began to stroke his fist back and forth, unashamedly, almost proudly.
His cock, she saw, was long, but not nearly as thick as his father's. The head was beautifully swollen, nice and round and smooth. Her mouth started to water as she gazed hotly at her son's prick and she clenched her fists tightly. The throb in and around her cunt increased, and the hair-lined lips seemed to become swollen, puffing up like a balloon being overfilled.
Knowing she was doing it, yet unable to stop, Karen dropped an olive she had been holding. Her legs were moving her toward her son, her eyes fiery, still staring at his cock. She moved until she was a foot from him, and her hand slipped out. She cupped the head of his swollen cock and felt the juices smearing her palm. A soft moan of desire bubbled from her.
"Oh, Jack, I..."
Her fingers wrapped about his prick suddenly, squeezing hard and pumping on him. She felt the hot throbbing in her tight fist, and then, hurriedly, she was pulling him down the hall, rushing toward her bedroom.
Without any words passing between them, Karen began to undress. She opened her faded shirt and let it slide down her arms to the floor. Her son's eyes widened with pleasure as he stared at her flawless, pointed tits. Karen smiled wickedly at her son as she slowly opened her tight jeans, and teasingly, shoved them down. The thick curls of her cunt hair were exposed, and Jack's eyes followed the jeans as they dropped to her knees. Lifting one leg at a time, Karen removed them and they joined the shirt on the floor.
She stood naked in front of her son.
His cock, still out of his pants, lurched up and down, dripping quite a bit. Her smoldering eyes flashed a message to him, and while he continued to gaze passionately at his mother, he undressed, too. Despite the lack of words between them, the tension was heavy, the thrilling anticipation between them causing their bodies to shiver and shake.
For what seemed like a long time, they stood there looking at each other, Karen gazing hungrily at her son's cock, and he staring at her tits and cunt, his eyes moving up and down her tall, creamy, slender body with excitement.
Karen began moving backwards. When her knees touched the edge of the bed she sat down slowly, then leaned back on her elbows, her eyes never moving from his throbbing prick. She moved her knees, spreading them in slow motion as her son stood gazing. The hairy lips came into view and her clitoris glistened in the hot sun light that was streaming through the bedroom window.
With her legs spread wide, she sat for a long moment, leaning on her elbows and watching her son view her nakedness. His eyes burned on her wet, hairy cunt.
Lying back, her thighs open as wide as she could stretch them, an eager smile on her beautiful face, Karen lifted her arms to her son. He moved toward her and as he approached, she pulled herself up on the bed, her head on a pillow, her chestnut hair swirling around her face.
Jack knelt between his mother's thighs, his eyes moving up and down her naked body from her cunt to her tits, his cock jerking up and down with readiness. Karen lifted her hips and made a tight rotation of her ass--an inviting movement. She held her arms up again and, with a soft cry, Jack dropped on top of her. Karen wrapped her arms about her son's back, her hands sliding to his ass cheeks. She bent her knees as she drew his hips forward.
His cock, positioned perfectly, was suddenly sliding into her hot, steaming cunt.
A soft hiss of pleasure came from deep inside Karen as his cock spread the hairy lips of her pussy, sliding slowly into her. Her fingers dug into her son's naked ass as she arched her cunt up and pulled at him at the same time.
Her son's cock was up her cunt. She felt his prick throbbing deep inside her boiling pussy, felt his balls resting upon her upturned ass cheeks. Almost immediately, her cunt began to grip and suck at his prick, the muscles working voluntarily. Another sound bubbled from Karen, a long, drawn-out sigh of ecstasy.
When her son's face pressed against her naked tits, she began to move her ass, pumping up and down, fucking his cock slowly to savor the wicked pleasure. She felt his ass bunch in her hands and then he was humping up and down, meeting her pussy with his cock.
She could feel every ridge, every delicious groove of his cock as it moved in and out of her tightly gripping lips, the shaft sliding on her distended clitoris. She began to make grunting sounds as she moved her ass up and down, sounds brought on by her intense pleasure. Jack, too, was gasping against her naked tits. She felt his hands move down her hips and clutch at her naked, revolving ass.
Karen's fingers clung to her son's ass as he pumped up and down, his movements increasing with speed. Her twirling ass matched his thrusts, her cunt banging up and down and grinding against the base of his cock, loving the feel of his balls slapping upon her naked, hot ass.
From someplace in her whirling mind she heard her son grunting, saying words that were incoherent, calling out to her. He pumped his cock in and out of her receptive cunt faster and stronger, his ass churning, becoming frantic.
She twisted and writhed, moaning against the top of her son's head, her fingers clawing at his bouncing ass cheeks. She arched her cunt up as far as she could, grinding to meet his frenzy now. Her cunt was slippery, satiny, as it clung to her son's prick. There are small waves of rippling orgasms going off deep inside her body, growing with intensity until Karen was sobbing with desperate need.
She held her son tightly, her hands holding his tight ass cheeks with a frantic desire. Her hot inner thighs moved about his churning hips, scissoring up and down. She flung her feet about him, locking her ankles over his thighs, slamming her crotch up hard against him, grinding with motions that would otherwise seem impossible to perform.
They clung to each other as their ecstasy grew until it was like bubbling lava. Karen's cunt was a volcano, smoking and rumbling, the threat deep inside. Her naked body was shaking violently as she clung to her son's naked ass. Her tits had become painfully swollen and his mouth rested near one burning nipple. His gasps started coming faster, matching the frenzied thrusts of his cock into her rippling cunt.
Karen knew her son was about to come and for a fleeting moment she almost shoved him away. But then her hands dug harder and tighter into his ass, pulling him down until his cock was as deep as it could be in her cunt. The lips of her cunt began to squeeze at his prick in a waving, sucking sensation as she cried out. The orgasm that struck almost ripped her mind and body apart.
Although her cunt had been squeezing and sucking at her son's cock as he fucked her, the orgasms increased the tight grip, flexing and milking. She heard, through the reeling sounds in her head, Jack cry out. He banged down hard against her cunt, and his cock seemed to go into spasms.
Karen wrapped her thighs about his ass tightly, holding his prick deep up her cunt. She screamed loudly as she felt his creamy come juice gush into her, splattering against the walls of her satiny pussy. He came off with machine-gun-like bursts, shooting come juice into her with his throbbing cock, his balls pressing against her upturned ass. As she felt her cunt filling with her son's come juice, she came once more, the full length of her naked body shuddering almost violently.
When she felt her son slump upon her, gasping hard, she began to caress up and down his back, affectionately. When she felt him finally stir, she opened her thighs and let him pull his cock from her cunt. Her dark eyes shined brightly as he sat back on his heels, looking at her glistening pussy. She attempted a tentative smile, but it faded when her son climbed from the bed and picked up his clothing. Without looking back at her, he left.
Karen remained on the bed, feeling no shame whatsoever. Her cunt pulsated with a feeling of satisfaction, warm and pleasant. She felt his come juice seeping from her cunt and flowing slowly about the cheeks of her ass. After a while she got off the bed and entered the shower.
I fucked my son! Her mind screamed. I actually fucked my son! Why? Why did I do it? Am I nuts? She hugged herself under the stinging spray. But I loved it! God, how I loved it! His cock felt so good stabbing into my pussy, so fucking good! Then the thought hit her. I've cheated! I've cheated on Rob. And with our son, too. Still, somehow, Karen couldn't feel guilty.
She dried herself until her creamy flesh glowed with a healthy pink color. Her hair had not even been mussed up, she saw. Dressing again in her tight jeans, she hoped that Jack didn't feel bad about fucking her. She didn't want him to feel sorry, ashamed because he had fucked his mother.
Returning to the kitchen to finish making the snacks for the get-together that evening, she went through the house. Jack had gone out.
"Getting ready for tonight, I see."
Karen whirled, startled. Rob stood there with his briefcase in his hand.
"Hey, I like those jeans. Nice, very nice."
She grinned at him as he came toward her, wrapping his arms about her from behind and cupping her tits. She shoved her ass against him, feeling his cock pressing against her.
"Mmm, you're home early, darling," she murmured as he kissed her neck, squeezing her tits.
"Couldn't wait to get some of your pretty ass," he said. "Where's Jack?"
She turned in his arms and his hands slipped down to cup the cheeks of her tightly clad ass. She wrapped her arms about his neck and kissed him, pressing her pelvis hard into his body. "Mmmmm," she said softly, "Do I feel something getting hard down there?"
"Want it?"
"Come on!" she said hotly. "We've got plenty of time before dinner."
She almost ran down the hallway, knowing her husband's eyes were watching her ass. By the time she entered the bedroom, she was already peeling her faded shirt off, then working at her tight jeans with fumbling, excited fingers. When her husband entered, she had them off and was kneeling on the bed. She looked over her shoulder with smoldering eyes, waggling her naked ass lewdly.
"Hurry, hurry!" she urged in a thick voice, watching him dropping his pants. His thick cock lurched free. Still wearing his shirt and jacket, he came toward her with his cock waving, hard and ready. "Ohhh, that's a beautiful hard-on, Rob! Put it in me, quick! Oh, God, darling... ram that sweet, hard cock up my hot cunt! Fuck me, Rob, fuck me good!"
He placed his hands on Karen's naked, waving ass, feeling the creamy texture of her flesh. She knew Rob loved the shape and feel of her ass, and she wiggled it teasingly for him. She was expecting Rob to plunge his cock into her hairy, pooching cunt quickly, but it didn't happen.
Instead she felt his hot lips on her naked ass, kissing at her smooth ass cheeks. She felt his tongue lapping over the hot flesh and a shiver of delight shot through her. She arched her ass back, mewling with pleasure as his tongue slipped up and down the crack, then it was lapping wetly against her puckered asshole.
She gave a soft moan of delight when she felt her husband's tongue licking about her tight asshole and then down over the puffy lips of her cunt. His tongue fluttered between the tight lips, then stabbed back and forth. She felt his tongue pull out and his lips close about her inflamed clitoris. She wailed with ecstasy as he sucked on it vigorously. She rolled and twisted her ass into his face, feeling her orgasms swelling.
And then his face was gone, his lips and tongue scraping back up into the crack of her ass. He stabbed against her asshole, and then he was standing again behind her.
"Damn you, Rob," she grunted, waving her ass lewdly. "What did you stop for? I was about to come."
"I know," he said in a thick voice.
He thrust forward, and Karen's eyes popped wide, her lips open into a huge oval of surprise. "Hey!"
His hands gripped her hips as the swollen head of his cock pushed against the tightness of her asshole. There was no pain--only ecstasy.
Karen gurgled and slammed her ass backwards. She wailed loudly when her husband's cock penetrated the tight, hot ring of her asshole. As before, his prick felt larger than ever inside her asshole. He had fucked her there a few times before--there wasn't much they had not tried and found exciting--but this time it seemed to Karen that he was more excited and anxious to fuck her ass than ever before.
Then he started fucking into her asshole powerfully, his grunts loud. Karen slammed her ass back hard, feeling the ecstasy as her asshole stretched about his burning prick.
"Hot ass!" Rob grunted. "Fucking hot-ass cunt!"
"Yes, yes!" she yelped at him, shaking her naked ass about as he plunged quickly in and out. "Fuck that hot ass, you horny bastard! Give it to me... fuck my hot asshole!"
Rob thrust his cock deeply into her tight, steamy asshole, and she felt him grinding powerfully. She wailed when she felt his balls against her wet cunt, his cock throbbing deep up her ass. When his cock spurted, she was not ready for it.
"Too fast! You're coming too fast!" she screamed, thrusting her ass back hard as a wave of orgasm swept over her. "Oh, oh, so fucking good!"
The thick come juice flooded her asshole, sending her naked body into shudders of ecstasy. She had been afraid her orgasm would not come in time. She closed her eyes as the orgasm receded, her body relaxing, her ass still in the air as Rob pulled his cock from her gripping asshole. She remained in this lewd position as she watched with fogged vision, seeing him finish undressing and entering the shower.
Slowly she got to her feet, wondering why Rob had been so excited. It seldom took long for him to get a hard-on, but had been more sudden than those other times. She knew her husband very well and she suspected something had excited him before he came home.
Was it Sandy again? she thought as she pulled her tight jeans back on. Did that pretty little cunt do it again? So what? she asked herself. I fucked our son didn't I? And hardly more than an hour ago, at that. My God! I've had two cocks in me today! I've had Rob's cock fucking me more than twice in one day, but this is the first time I've had two separate cocks--my son's and my husband's! What are you turning into, Karen?
She left the bedroom, her husband still in the shower, and went into the kitchen to prepare dinner. Her mind was whirling with what had been happening to her these past few days.
CHAPTER FOUR
Karen sat on the couch, dressed in a long gown with a slit up the side. It was the most daring garment she had ever worn, especially in a social situation. Her shoulders were bare, and the slit exposed half of her long, creamy thigh.
Stew sat at the other end of the couch, a beer in his hand. She knew she had been talking to him, but Karen couldn't remember any of the conversation. Her eyes kept straying to Rob, who was sitting on the hearth of the fireplace, absorbed in whatever Diane was saying to him.
Diane sat in a chair, facing Rob, and somehow she managed to make it all seem so innocent, Karen thought. Yet she could see that her husband was paying more than just a passing interest in Diane. Diane wore a cocktail dress, the hem just above her dimpled knees. Karen wondered how Diane could sit the way she was, her knees slightly parted, and still present such an innocent picture. Karen was sure Diane knew that Rob was stealing peeks between her knees. Karen was certainly aware of it.
She felt herself starting to become angry at Rob, and then at Diane. She scooted closer to Stew, letting the slit of her long dress fall away to expose more of her thigh. If he can do it, so can I, the son of a bitch! she thought defiantly.
She began to flirt with Stew, flirt more than she ever had before. She was delighted that he accepted her flirting in a casual manner. Then she noticed his eyes slip down to look at her thigh, and she felt a warm sensation. Glancing at Rob, she saw that he had drawn his knees up, but they were apart far enough so she could see his cock was getting hard. Diane seemed to be opening her knees more, too, Karen noticed.
The brazen hussy! Karen thought, but she was surprised that there was no anger or jealousy now. She knew Rob would look, but not touch, at least she didn't think he would. Stew was still talking softly to her but she didn't hear a word he was saying. Her mind was elsewhere. She was seeing once again her husband's cock penetrating Sandy's young cunt. She almost gasped out loud as the mental picture turned from Sandy to Diane.
She could see, in her mind, her husband's thick cock thrusting into that blonde cunt, fucking Diane. A sudden fire blazed between her thighs and she almost doubled over with the sensation of an orgasm starting there.
Somehow, Karen got herself under control. She glanced at Jack and Sandy, who were sitting closely together, whispering and giggling in the corner. She remembered what it had felt like to have her son's cock fucking into her tight cunt, and the feeling of impending orgasm came to her again.
She looked at her son and Sandy once more. Sandy was wearing a frilly dress, and she was hugging her knees against her budding tits, her chin resting on them as she looked at Jack's face. The backs of Sandy's thighs were exposed and Karen swallowed a gasp when she realized she could see the little girl's panties. She could see them well enough to recognize their lacy edges and she knew that if Rob or Stew, or even Diane, should look, they, too, would see Sandy's panties. Karen felt a thick, sexual tension in the room, and thought she was again going crazy.
Something is going on here, she thought. Something unusual is happening. Look at Rob, his cock is getting hard and he's looking up Diane's dress, without a fucking care in the world. And Sandy, sitting there exposed that way...
Karen's cunt was pulsating hotly between her thighs, and she crossed her legs, squeezing tightly. The movement of her thighs caused the slit of her long gown to part more, exposing most of her thigh. She saw the way Stew was looking at it, and her eyes moved automatically to his lap. His cock was bulging, she saw, and his eyes were hot, flashing his desire openly.
She heard movement and turned to see her son leaving the room with Sandy. She wondered where they were going, since they were walking down the hallway. But the hardness of Stew's cock drew her attention again, and she gazed into his lap, knowing he was aware of her interest. But Karen didn't care. If Rob could peek under Diane's skirt, then she could damn well look at Stew's cock!
She found herself wondering what Stew's cock was like, how big it was, if his balls were hairy and heavy like Rob's, or if he had only a little hair, like her son. The twitching of her cunt sent flashes of desire through her body.
Then she saw her husband stand up and take Diane's hand. Her eyes narrowed when she saw them walking down the carpet toward the hallway. The hallway went only one place--to the bedrooms.
Surely Rob isn't going to do anything, she thought. Not with me in the house and Stew sitting here beside me. That could cause friction, trouble. Doesn't he care if I know what he's up to? Doesn't he care if Stew sees?
Just before Rob and Diane disappeared from sight, she saw Diane's hand slide over her husband's ass. Karen shot a glance at Stew, wondering if he had seen what his wife had done. But Stew was obviously more interested in Karen's thigh.
She didn't know how long she sat there, listening and talking with Stew, not knowing or understanding anything that was said. Her mind was drawing erotic pictures of her husband fucking Diane in their bedroom, and of her son fucking Sandy in his room. But Karen was sure they wouldn't do anything so blatant, so openly, not when she was in the house and certainly not with Stew there.
She excused herself and stood up. She had to see what Rob was up to. There was apprehension tingling at her nerves as she walked toward the hallway. She glanced over her shoulder and saw Stew's eyes gazing at her ass. Despite her attempt at control, Karen's ass began to writhe in a more pronounced manner, her ass cheeks bunching and flexing.
She walked quietly down the hall, stopping at the door of her bedroom. She could hear soft whimpers coming from behind the closed door. They were familiar whimpers--she made the same sounds when Rob was fucking her. Karen tried the knob and found the door unlocked. Being quiet, she opened it and peered inside.
There was a lurch as if her heart had suddenly risen to her throat. Diane was on her back, her dress about her waist. Her arms were wrapped about Rob's back and he was between her naked thighs, his ass pumping furiously. He still had his pants on, but his cock was pounding excitedly into Diane's cunt.
Karen leaned against the frame of the door, watching her husband fucking her friend, while her friend's husband sat unknowing in the living room.
Diane's long, creamy thighs were lifted up, her ankles locked about Rob's legs, her naked ass churning furiously, grinding into his thrusting cock. Their angle was such that Karen caught a fast glimpse of his cock and her hairy cunt as they joined. She could even hear the moist, sucking sounds as they fucked in a wild frenzy. Rob was holding one cheek of Diane's ass, grunting loudly.
"Ohhh, Rob, fuck it for me!" she heard Diane gurgling as her ass churned. "Fuck my cunt with your big beautiful, hard cock! Give it to me, ram the shit out of my cunt, baby! Fuck it... fuck it good and hard!"
The words burned in Karen's mind, her dark eyes smoldering not with anger, but with surprising passion. She could feel her own cunt dripping, smearing her inner thighs with the juices. Her hand came up and she clutched at a tit, her fingers clawing at the spongy mound, her nipple searing the palm of her hand.
The way her husband's ass bounced up and down as he fucked Diane excited Karen more than she had suspected it would. Thinking about her husband fucking someone else had always excited her, but watching him actually do it made her tremble with more thrills than she had thought possible. She was so aroused, she lost all thought of how brazen Diane and Rob could be, fucking right there, knowing she or Stew could catch them at it. Her excitement blocked everything out.
She turned reluctantly and moved toward her son's room. She sensed her husband wasn't the only one getting himself a piece of ass.
Like the door to her bedroom, Jack's door was open, too. She peered in. Sure enough, the two kids were fucking wildly.
Like her mother, Sandy was on her back, her long, tanned thighs in the air, her feet waving about as she pumped her sweet little ass up and down. But unlike his father, Jack had removed his pants. He was naked from the waist down and his little ass was churning in a frenzy as he thrust excitedly into Sandy's young cunt.
Turning from the door, Karen entered the hall bathroom, where she sat on the toilet, her mind whirling. How long has this been going on, she thought. Has Jack been fucking Sandy all this time without me knowing it? And Rob... I should have known. Diane isn't the kind of woman to let a hunk of horny man like Rob get away from her. She ate my fucking cunt and now she's fucking my husband! And Jack, Jack and Sandy. What in the hell is going on?
Karen's cunt was boiling, boiling hotter than she could remember. Her tits were swollen and the nipples pressed against the front of the revealing gown. She stood up and looked into the vanity mirror. The gown was more revealing than any she had ever worn, just as the designer jeans were. She was changing somehow, and she couldn't understand why. She had always been erotic, but only with her husband. But lately she seemed to be becoming erotic in many other ways.
There had been something different about Diane from the first, Karen thought now. Diane was different from other women she had known. And Sandy--she was just like her mother. Both of them were sensual and Sandy still so young.
As she thought now, she remembered certain small things that should have tipped her off, things that, if she had been alert, would have told her what would eventually be happening between Rob and Diane, Jack and Sandy.
Now it was happening. Rob was in their bedroom, fucking Diane.
Jack was in his room, fucking Diane's daughter.
And Stew... Stew was waiting for her to come back!
She turned and left the bedroom, knowing what she was going to do.
Stew looked up as she entered the living room, his eyes lighting up. "I was just about to go look for you, Karen," he said.
It's a good thing you didn't, she thought. Out loud she said, "A girl has to go, you know."
Sitting back on the couch, she sat closer to him than before, letting the slit of her long gown fall away. She looked at him with her brown eyes, flashing flirty messages at him. A glance at the front of his pants told her he still had his hard-on.
Come on, dummy, her mind flashed. Make your damned pass! Don't just sit there with a hard cock and look--I'm ready!
But Stew continued to sit quietly, his hand wrapped about his beer. Karen leaned forward, her moist lips pursed. She took his beer out of his hand and placed it on the end table. Then she shoved her lips against his, kissing him hotly. She felt his arms come around her and she wrapped hers about his neck. She thrust her tongue deep into Stew's mouth, making a throaty, whimpering sound.
She pulled one of his hands from her back and slipped it between their bodies, curling his fingers about one of her tingling tits. When he squeezed her tit, she moaned hotly into his mouth and moved her hand slowly down his chest, over his stomach, and finally placed it on his throbbing, hard cock.
Pressing down on his cock, she gurgled excitedly. She wrapped her fingers about his cock as best she could through his pants, trying to jack it. His fingers dug into her tit, but she wanted his hand somewhere else.
Taking his wrist, she pulled Stew's hand down, sliding his palm on her exposed thigh. She shoved his hand under the flap of the long gown, then returned her own hand to his cock. This time, though, she fumbled with the zipper there, and managed to get his pants open. She snaked her hand into his pants and found his cock. It was hot and hard and felt thick. She teased herself by squeezing it before lifting it from his pants.
Taking her mouth from his, she looked down at his prick. It was big, long, and quite thick. The head looked about the same size as her husband's, but the piss hole was larger, and it was dripping. She ran her thumb over it, smearing the slippery juices around with the palm of her hand.
She felt his hand moving between her thighs, and then it was cupping her crotch. Karen wished she had not worn panties, but it was too late for that now. She felt Stew cup her cunt and press, and a low moan of hot desire came from her. She pumped on his cock with a tight fist, watching beads seep from the flaring piss hole. She spread her knees wide and whimpered as his hand slipped into the elastic of her bikini panties, his fingers sliding through the thick curls of her cunt.
Karen was so steamed up, so intensely aroused, she forgot where she was. She forgot she was on the couch with Stew, his hand inside her panties, feeling of her pulsating cunt while her hand wrapped about his cock and jerked on it excitedly. She forgot that her husband was in the bedroom fucking this man's wife, and that her son was fucking his daughter.
The only thing that mattered was Stew's cock.
"I want to suck you," she whispered in a thick voice, looking up into his face. "I want to suck your cock, Stew."
He smiled his willingness at her.
Turning her eyes down again to his cock, Karen realized this would be only the second cock she ever had inside her mouth. Her mouth watered with hunger and she licked her lips as she slowly lowered her face. She felt him pull his hand from inside her panties and place it on the back of her head, gently urging her face down.
Karen kissed the dripping tip of Stew's prick, feeling the heat from it and tasting the sweet juice. She ran the tip of her tongue over his cock, flicking about his piss hole and making Stew's body shake. Opening her lips slightly, she placed them about his piss hole and sucked, her tongue moving back and forth. Finally she slipped her lips down, feeling them stretch in that delicious way she loved as his smoothly swollen cock head entered her hungry mouth.
For a long moment she tantalized herself and Stew by sucking on just the head of his cock, her tongue swirling about it hotly. He was dripping copiously and she had to swallow often. But she didn't mind that, she loved it.
"Oh, so sweet and hard!" she murmured as she pulled her lips up, then licked at his cock. "So hard, Stew, so very hard! I love to suck cock, you know."
And as he replied with words she didn't hear, Karen went down on him again. She loved the way her mouth stretched around his cock as she took it all inside, her lips brushing at his fly. She pulled his fly open wide as she held his cock between her hot, wet lips, reaching in with her hand to lift his balls free. They were hairy, even more than Rob's.
She cradled his balls in her palm as she sucked up and down his cock, pressing them against her cheek, cooing with ecstasy. She was thrilled by the powerful throbbing of his cock as she moved her eager mouth up and down his prick, her cunt throbbing just as hotly. She felt him sliding his hand down her back, and then he was pulling at her gown. She lifted her ass so he could pull the gown up, and then he was caressing her pantied ass as she gobbled his thick prick hungrily.
The anticipation of his cock discharging into her mouth sent her cunt into spasms of ecstasy. Her clitoris was about to burst and she knew she would enjoy a beautiful orgasm, and soon.
With an ecstatic squeal, Karen began to bob her beautiful face up and down swiftly, fucking his cock with her hot, wet lips almost in a frenzy of erotic pleasure. The idea that her husband, her son, or even Stew's wife, could come in at anytime and catch her with a mouthful of Stew's big cock excited her. And the idea that her husband and son were in near-by rooms, fucking as wildly as she was sucking this cock, sent more shudders of erotic ecstasy rippling through her.
Her tongue swirled and her lips sucked as she tugged gently at his hairy balls, wiping them about her face every time her lips writhed at the base of his prick. She twisted her ass about excitedly as Stew ran his hand down her back, managing to cup a springy ass cheek. She felt his finger rubbing about her tight asshole as she sucked his cock, and with a whimper she began sucking up and down with almost blinding speed, her tongue like molten fire.
She knew he was about to come and she wanted his come juice splashing into her hungry mouth desperately.
He still had his hand on the back of her head, and suddenly Stew pressed, shoving his cock upwards. Karen wailed as the head of his prick almost entered her throat. Then she tasted his come juice.
His cock spurted the creamy, sweet, thick come juice into her mouth, almost choking her. She made squeals of happiness around his gushing cock as she swallowed frantically, her cunt exploding with a terrific orgasm.
When Stew finished coming, she lifted her mouth from his cock, still feeling the sensation of having her lips stretched. They glistened moistly as she turned her face up to his and she mewled when he kissed her, his tongue snaking into her mouth. Sucking at his tongue, she gently tucked in his cock and balls, and then pulled his zipper up.
She had just smoothed down her gown and was sitting composed and innocent when Rob came in with Diane right behind him.
Nothing was said about their long absence, and Rob again sat on the hearth as Diane took her chair. Karen looked at them and wondered how Diane could have fucked so wildly and still have every hair in place. She noticed Diane's eyes were shining brightly, and her husband's face, though composed, looked as if he was quite satisfied.
I guess I showed them, Karen thought wickedly, giggling to herself. Fuck my husband, will you, Diane? What would you say if I told you I just gave yours one of my best blow-jobs?
Karen didn't think Diane would say anything, unless it was to tell her to suck Stew off again.
The conversation picked up as if there had been no interruption, and Karen wondered how this could be happening. Everybody was getting fucked and sucked and still it all seemed so damned normal!
About midnight, Stew said, "I guess we better find that daughter of ours and be on our way. I have to go in to the office tomorrow."
"I never work on Saturday," Rob said, getting to his feet. "Weekends are here--with my wife and son."
And Diane and Sandy, Karen thought. Well, I'm not going to be left out, you cheating motherfucker!
CHAPTER FIVE
So Rob stays home on Saturday to be with me and Jack, huh? Karen stewed.
It was already close to noon on Saturday, and Rob was not around the house. He had left shortly after ten that morning, without saying where he was going. That in itself was unusual, because Rob always told her where he was going and when he would be back.
But then, she thought, there are an awful lot of unusual things going on these days--her husband and son seeming to compete for the attentions of the pretty Sandy, and then Diane blatantly and without any warning sucking her cunt.
As surprised as she had been, Karen realized she could have stopped it. But she also realized that she had not wanted to stop it. And then she had deliberately seduced her son, of all things! And, last night... Rob that son of a bitch, took Diane into our bedroom right in front of me and Stew and fucked her like crazy! And Jack with Sandy! Leaving me with Stew. Just what did Rob think I would do while he had himself a piece of ass on our bed? Twiddle my damn thumbs and smile like a sweet, obedient wife? But what right do I have to be angry with him? she thought. I fucked our son and I sucked Stew's cock off. I cheated first--or did I?
She walked around the empty house, her mind in turmoil, mulling over the recent events, this sudden change in her life, her marriage, her family. None of it made much sense that she could tell. If Rob wanted to fuck Diane, he could easily have taken her someplace--a motel, or even the back seat of the car--but in their house, their bed? She felt it odd that there was no jealousy in her, only anger against her husband, but even that was a mild kind of anger. She really felt more excitement and a vague sense of anticipation, more than anger.
Shortly after noon, Karen made herself a cup of instant coffee. Taking the coffee into the living room, she sat in her favorite chair, an overstuffed, almost antique, arm chair. There she sat sipping the coffee, trying to make sense out of all the changes that were happening. She was certain Rob did not want a divorce. She was sure that he still loved her and wanted her. She was also sure that she kept him well satisfied sexually. She had no inhibitions with him and would eagerly do anything he wanted. She received as much--if not more--pleasure from such things as he did.
Was he just restless? Was there something about him, in his personality, that she was unaware of? Jack she could understand quite well. He was at the age where his balls throbbed for a hot cunt. He would stick his cock into almost any available pussy. But Rob had everything he wanted--her cunt, her mouth, her asshole.
So what was missing?
It was all confusing to Karen.
The knock on the door startled her from the deep thoughts. She spilled some coffee on the front of her blouse, right over her nipple. The blouse was white, and she knew that if she didn't wipe it up right away, there would be strain. Taking a tissue and brushing at the wet spot, she opened the door.
"Stew! What are you doing here?" she asked, surprised to see her neighbor standing there. "I thought you had to work."
"I locked up early," he grinned, entering the house. "Spilled something?" he said, taking the tissue from her and brushing it at the stain.
Her nipple immediately swelled at his touch. She gazed into his eyes and he dropped the tissue, cupping her pointing tit gently. Before Karen knew it, she was pressing against him, her tits smashed upon his chest and her hips tight at his. When his arms went about her, she flung her own around his neck and began kissing him, soft moans bubbling from her. She felt his cock swelling and pressing against her stomach, and she rotated her hips, grinding against his prick.
She whimpered with the sudden flare of desire as his hands moved down her back and cupped the firm cheeks of her ass, drawing her tightly into his swelling cock. The flaring of this sudden desire wiped all thoughts of Rob from her mind. Despite the fact that Jack could walk in and catch her, Karen ignored that as she pushed her pelvis hard against Stew's. Her tongue fluttered into his mouth and she whimpered with heat when he sucked on it eagerly.
She felt her skirt being lifted in the back and then his hands were on her pantied ass, squeezing and caressing her twisting ass cheeks. His cock was at full hardness now, burning into her trembling stomach. When Stew shoved a hand into the elastic waist of her hip-hugging panties and closed about one naked ass cheek, she gurgled passionately.
"That was some blow-job last night, Karen," he said in a hoarse voice. "You're a damned good cocksucker, you know that?"
"Better than Diane?" she whispered as her cunt pulsated wetly. "Am I a better cocksucker than your wife, Stew?"
"Let's say you're just as good," he grinned.
"Is that what you're here for, another blowjob?" she questioned, knowing she would suck his cock off if that was what he wanted.
"I was thinking of fucking you," he replied.
"Mmmm," she murmured, grinding her hips tighter against him. She wondered if he knew about her husband and his wife, but didn't ask. "I'd love it!" She peered up into his burning eyes. Then she took his hand. "In the bedroom... hurry!"
I'll show Rob, she told herself as she led Stew down the hall. I'll fuck on our bed... fuck Stew the way he fucked Diane! That'll show him!
In the bedroom, Karen deliberately undressed slowly, her slender, tall body writhing to keep his interest at a high peak. She loved the way he watched her as he undressed. She stood for a moment with her tits exposed, arching up and out, the brown nipples peaked. Her eyes burned as he slipped his pants down, his cock jerking free. There was a thick bush of hair at the base of his cock and his heavy, hairy balls made her cunt puff up with eagerness. Her clitoris throbbed.
Dropping her skirt, she turned her back and slowly rolled her tight bikini panties down, waving her curvy ass invitingly. She stood naked, her ass presented to him as she looked over her shoulder at him in a coy, but fiery way. His cock was very hard, dripping for her. Turning, she stood facing him, and his eyes fixed upon the dark curls of her cunt.
"Lie back," she said in a thick voice. "You lie back, Stew, and let me do the work."
She stepped up to the bed as he sprawled back, his cock arching deliciously into the air, pointing straight up at the ceiling. She gazed at his cock and balls for a moment, anticipating it sliding into her fiery pussy. Climbing on the bed, she straddled him on her knees, feeling his cock sear the inside of her thigh near her cunt. She reached down and placed a thumb and finger at the base, brushing his dripping piss hole about her inflamed clitoris.
She mewled with pleasure when the contact was made, then she fit the swollen cock head between the lips of her cunt, sucking his prick into her. She held his prick in the tight heat of her cunt lips for a moment, sighing with ecstasy. Then she slowly lowered herself, feeling his cock stretch her cunt so nicely.
She moved her hips, making tight circles as she shoved her cunt down until his wiry cock hairs mingled with the soft curls of her cunt. She felt her pussy thoroughly stuffed with his thick cock and she moved her ass back and forth, feeling his balls caressing the hot cheeks of her ass.
Leaning forward, bracing herself by placing her hands near his shoulders, her dark hair swirled down and she began riding up and down his throbbing cock. The ecstasy started inside her naked body, flaring hotly until every nerve she had was centered in and around her boiling cunt.
"I'll fuck you!" she said harshly. "I'll fuck your hard cock until it melts, Stew! Ohhh, God... I love it, love it! You're so hard... so fucking hard!"
His hands came up and cupped her dangling tits, his fingers twisting at her sensitive nipples, making Karen gurgle with passion. Her naked ass bounced up and down, the hairy, wet lips of her pussy clinging to his cock as she fucked him. She panted and sobbed with the increasing sensations of ecstasy.
She slid her long, creamy thighs down until she was lying on top of him, her legs wide. She pumped with her hips only, fucking him swiftly with her bunching ass-cheeks. The sounds of his delighted groans filled her ears and she worked harder on his cock. Her pussy clung to his hard-on like a wet, satiny glove as she churned her naked ass, soft squeals ripping from her throat.
"Oh! Oh, God! Ohhh, fuck me!" she sobbed mindlessly as her ass churned furiously. "Fuck me, Stew! Ooooo, you feel so fucking hard in my pussy!"
His hands shot down her back and gripped her writhing naked ass tightly. He arched up, letting Karen fuck him as fast and hard as she wanted. He dug into her creamy, tight ass, making her sob even more with the flaring ecstasy.
Karen urged Stew on with her lewd words. The pleasure that was flooding her naked body and making her mind reel refused to shut off the most incoherent flow. She didn't care, she didn't care about anything at this particular moment. The only thing that mattered was that swelling explosion inside her lower stomach, the beautiful sensation of her cunt being stuffed by a hard, throbbing cock.
Her naked ass twirled wickedly, bouncing and churning up and down in a steaming frenzy of delight. Her tits were smashed up on his chest, burning and tingling. She loved the feeling, her naked body shivering as her orgasm grew until she was almost out of her mind with need. The feeling was the sweetest one in the world to her, a feeling she wanted and desired with starving desperation.
She screamed as her cunt convulsed.
Her hairy cunt grew very tight about his throbbing cock, sucking and chewing on it as she kept up the relentless pumping, her clenching ass in a violent motion. The spasm that ran through her naked body was intense, so intense her mind went blank to everything but the ecstasy that boiled through her.
"I'm coming!" she screamed, her ass banging in a frenzy as Stew held her ass cheeks tightly. "Ohhh, I'm coming! God, oh God... I'm coming... apart!"
Somehow, through the spasms of her cunt, she felt Stew's cock jerking deep inside her raging cunt. There was a hot gush of his come juice, filling her steaming pussy, triggering another orgasm that was stronger than the first in her. Her cunt sucked and sucked on his spurting prick, drawing the thick, creamy come juice from his flaring piss hole.
Karen didn't know how long they lay there, her body still on top of his, trembling with the ecstasy of her intense, powerful orgasm. She knew his cock was no longer inside her cunt, feeling it against her warm, inner thigh. Slowly she rolled from him, sprawling out on the inside of the big bed, her legs and arms thrown wide. Her beautiful face was composed, her dark eyes closed. Her naked tits still tingled, the nipples pointing up at the ceiling as his cock had earlier. She felt him caressing her tits, a hand sliding down her flat stomach and through the matted hair of her cunt.
"Oh, I forgot!" she said, shoving Stew's hand away and sitting upright on the bed, her tight tits jiggling. "You've got to get out of here, Stew. Jack will be home anytime. Hurry, get your clothes on!"
She jumped from the bed and quickly pulled her blouse and skirt on, leaving her panties on the floor. Stew chuckled and took his time getting dressed.
They were standing at the door in the living room, pressed tightly against each other, kissing, then the door began to open. Karen jerked away from Stew just as her son entered the house. She had gripped Stew's wrist to shove his hand off her ass as Jack walked in.
Karen flushed when she realized her son had seen where Stew's hand was on her body. She saw the quizzical expression on Jack's young face, and turned and walked on weak, shaking legs to her chair. She heard Stew and her son greeting each other, but their words weren't clear. She felt frightened, wondering how much her son had seen before she got Stew's hand off her ass, wondering if he would say something, if he would tell his father.
She didn't want Rob to know she had been fucking Stew, even if her husband was fucking Diane. She heard the door close quietly as Stew left, and lifted her eyes to watch as Jack sat down on the couch. He didn't look at her, and for that Karen was grateful. She didn't feel any shame, but there was a slight sense of guilt about being caught with Stew's hand on her ass.
I don't have any reason to feel guilty, she told herself. Not when my son is fucking Sandy and my husband fucking her mother. If anyone should feel guilty, it should be Rob, not me. If Jack says anything, I'll tell him what I saw last night, I'll tell him I saw his father fucking Diane!
Without thinking what she was doing because she was so deep in thought, Karen lifted her right leg and tossed it over the arm of her chair. Her skirt, of course, hiked above her knee, exposing her thigh. She was gazing at her son, but not seeing him, her thoughts blotting everything else out.
Then her vision focused.
Jack was looking directly at his mother, his eyes lowered. Karen realized her son was looking up her skirt, and remembered that she was not wearing panties!
He's looking at my cunt, she thought, her eyes moving down to his lap. And he has a hard-on, just like the other day. My hairy cunt makes his young cock nice and hard.
As it had happened the first time, no words passed between them. Jack simply opened his pants and took his cock out, childishly proud of his hard-on. Karen's eyes glazed, glowing with eagerness as she looked at her son's prick. Her pussy began to pulsate again and she made no effort to conceal it. She gazed as he began to stroke his hand up and down his cock, his young eyes smoldering as he stared underneath his mother's skirt.
He wants to fuck me again, she thought, licking her lips. Jack wants to put his cock in my cunt again and fuck me. Maybe he likes my pussy better than Sandy's--because I'm more experienced and make him feel better. If I fuck him again, he won't say anything to his father. Jack is too smart to cut himself out of a good thing.
With that in mind, Karen lifted her ass and pulled her skirt up around her narrow waist. She sat with her leg draped over the arm, the other one out straight. Her hairy cunt was fully revealed to her son's excited eyes. She watched him jack on his prick, growing more excited.
"Don't jack it off," she murmured. "Drop your pants for me, darling. Take your pants off for mother."
His eyes lit up as he shoved his pants down. She gazed hotly at his hairless balls and slender cock, becoming hungry for it again. Damn, all I have to do is see a hard cock and I start getting horny, wanting it, she said to herself.
Getting to her feet, she moved toward her son, holding her skirt about her waist. Her son's eyes burned on the thick hair of her cunt. She stopped when her knees touched his, gazing down with smoldering eyes at his prick. Sinking slowly to her knees before him, she reached out and shoved his hand away from his cock.
Taking his prick in her own hand, she stroked it gently, squeezing and watching the juices bubble from her son's piss hole. Releasing his cock, she slipped her hands to his hips, holding him tightly, watching his cock throb sweetly. She dropped her face down and kissed his thigh, snaking her tongue out to taste his young flesh.
Jack leaned back on the couch, his cock arching up deliciously, waiting, anticipating. With her eyes burning constantly on her son's cock, Karen began to lick her tongue up his thigh, swirling it and leaving a moist trail on his trembling flesh.
She held her face a few inches from his crotch, staring greedily. Then, with a low groan of desire, Karen shoved her face into her son's crotch, kissing hotly and wetly at his hairless balls, raking her tongue about them, flipping them against the tip. She raced her tongue up to his cock and licked to the smoothly swollen cockhead and over his piss hole, tasting the sweetness of his juices.
For a while she thrilled herself by licking at his young cock, imagining it penetrating Sandy's tender young cunt. The image increased her passion as her tongue swirled and lapped and tasted his prick. Suddenly, with a growl, she opened her lips and dived her mouth upon her son's cock.
She sucked his prick all the way into her hot, wet mouth, feeling the swollen cockhead brush against her constricted throat. She mewled happily as she started sucking up and down on his prick with swift motions, her chestnut-colored hair swirling about his thighs, tickling him. She slipped her hands down and around his narrow hips until she was clutching one ass cheek in each palm, her fingers digging into his tight flesh.
Karen bobbed her beautiful face up and down on her son's cock like a starving woman, her lips burning about the hard, throbbing shaft, pulling greedily at the swollen head. Her tongue flipped and licked about his dripping piss hole, finding the juices sweet against her taste buds.
All the time she sucked him, she was seeing his cock thrusting into Sandy's hot little cunt. The image increased her excitement and desire a hundred times, making her cunt bubble with impending orgasm.
Her son was clutching the back of her head, making excited groans. She loved the way he held her. She pulled up on his ass cheeks as her mouth went down, trying to take his smooth cock head into her burning throat. There was a desperate need in Karen to have his cock squirting into her mouth.
She sucked and licked and ate at her son's cock with a frenzy of ecstasy, whimpering and mewling with passion. There was a rumbling inside her lower stomach and her cunt was twitching. With the sudden orgasm of her pussy, she gave a loud wail around her son's cock, her lips sucking powerfully as her tongue swirled wetly, hotly.
"Mom!" she heard her son yell, "Mom... you're gonna make me come! Ohhh, I'm gonna come, Mom!"
Karen devoured her son's throbbing, jerking prick even more furiously, with more hunger than ever. Her beautiful face was bobbing up and down, her head almost a blur of speed, whimpers of greed coming from her.
She felt her son arch upwards, trying to drive his cock into her throat. Then there was a flooding of her mouth. Her son's thick, creamy, wonderfully delicious come juice gushed hotly into her mouth, filling it and making her squeal around his prick.
Jack pressed his mother's face down tightly into his crotch, his cock almost in her throat as he came. Karen gurgled wetly as she sucked and swallowed, her body shivering with the intense ecstasy of having her son come off into her hungry, hot mouth.
She continued to cling to his cock with her lips, even when he finished. She was reluctant to let it go but Jack gently pressed her face away. When his cock left her mouth, she buried her face in his crotch, panting heavily, still clutching the cheeks of his ass.
After a while, she lifted her face and looked into his. "I love you, Jack," she murmured softly. "God, how I love you, darling!"
"I know, Mom," he said, stroking her cheek.
"As long as you know how much I love you, then this is beautiful."
She got to her feet, looking down at him. Jack pulled his pants up, zipping them. She turned and walked slowly to her bedroom.
I can't help it, her mind was saying. I can't help it if I love to suck my son's cock. Fuck it! I don't care what anyone thinks. I love it! And, by God, I'm not going to stop, no matter what. Rob can fuck Diane all he wants... but I'm going to fuck our son! And, oooo, she hugged herself as she entered the bedroom, I'm going to keep on sucking him, too!
She undressed and climbed into the shower. She was still puzzled as to why her husband had not mentioned where he was going and why he had not yet come home.
CHAPTER SIX
Karen was pleased when she found her husband more passionate than he had been lately.
She was lying beside Rob in their big bed, naked and glowing from their energetic fucking. She had come many times as he stabbed his hard cock into her cunt. Then hardly fifteen minutes had passed after he came before he wanted to have his cock sucked. It had been a few years since he had come off twice in such a short period of time.
The bedside lamp was still on, and she turned to face him. Rob was sleeping, one knee bent. She gazed down at his cock and balls. She had been getting more cock these past few days than she had had since their honeymoon--and not just Rob's cock, either.
I'm fucking my husband, my neighbor, and my son, she thought. I've got three cocks anytime I want them. What more could a woman like me ask for? Apparently Diane is keeping Rob excited with her sexy body. He can't seem to get enough of my ass or hers, either. Surely Diane is fucking her husband silly, too.
Karen knew Diane was fucking Stew as well as Rob. She knew enough about Diane to know the woman was about as hot as they came. In a way, it amused Karen to know that both she and her neighbor were fucking each other's husband. She wondered if Diane knew she was fucking Stew, and then realized she didn't really give a damn. After all, wasn't Diane fucking her husband?
Mate-swapping, she thought. How trite! How fucking trite! But there was a difference here, she knew. Not only were she and Diane fucking each other's husband's, but it seemed their children were also fucking each other like mad.
* * *
When Karen woke up Sunday morning, she had decided to find out if Diane knew that she was fucking Stew. She wanted to let her friend know she was not stupid. She intended to confront Diane with it and see what the hell was going on.
She left Rob sleeping as she showered. She checked on her son and then prepared herself a light breakfast. She ate and drank two cups of coffee, wondering what the best way to approach Diane would be.
She heard the shower going and knew her husband was up. She prepared his breakfast and had it on the table when he came into the kitchen dressed in his old, baggy pants. He told her he was going fishing.
"I think I'll take Jack with me," he said. "Why don't you visit with Diane? No sense in staying here in the house alone, Karen."
"Oh, Diane probably wants to spend the day with her husband and daughter," Karen said. "But don't worry about me. I'll find something to keep busy."
As she started to fix her son's breakfast, the telephone rang. It was Diane, inviting her over later for coffee. When she hung up, her son came into the kitchen rubbing at his eyes. She looked at him and caught a glance passing between her son and husband. There was a meaning there, she thought. What kind of secrets are they keeping from me?
Later, she watched them load the car with fishing tackle and then kissed them goodbye, waving as they drove off. Back in the house, she cleaned the kitchen, putting the dishes in the dishwasher.
An hour later she was sitting in the living room of Diane's house, drinking coffee she didn't want. Diane was not even dressed, Karen saw when she entered the house. Diane still wore a shorty gown, with only a very sheer negligee over it. The garments concealed nothing, and Karen found herself having a difficult time keeping her eyes away from Diane's large tits and rigid nipples.
"Is Stew home?" Karen asked, putting the coffee back on the coffee table and ignoring it thereafter. "And Sandy?"
Diane looked at her friend with a steady gaze, causing Karen to blush faintly. "Why? Are you thinking about something deliciously naughty, Karen?"
Karen giggled suddenly. "Does it show?"
"My God yes!" Diane laughed. "A person can just look at you and see how hot you are."
"I am not!"
"Bull shit!"
Diane scooted close to Karen on the couch, her naked thigh pressing against hers. Karen felt the heat of her friend's body burning through her skirt and her cunt started bubbling with that fierce heat. When Diane took her face and pressed her lips upon hers, Karen found herself kissing Diane back with a greed that surprised her. When Diane's tongue thrust into her mouth, Karen began sucking at it furiously, moaning hotly. She groaned when Diane's hands slipped between their bodies and clutched at her tits.
Unlike the time before when Diane had seduced her, Karen was more than eager now. She did not remain as passive. Her own hands moved and she clung to the larger tits of her friend, her fingers digging into the spongy flesh.
"Mmmm, nice and hot," Diane gurgled softly, feeling about Karen's pointing, swollen tits.
Karen, her dark eyes blazing with desire, opened Diane's negligee and pulled the thin straps from her shoulders. She gazed at the huge nipples there, thumbing them, making Diane mewl with pleasure. She opened her knees when Diane's hot, inquisitive hand moved between them, caressing along the creamy, satiny flesh of her inner thighs. When Diane's hand cupped her pulsating cunt, she groaned with hungry pleasure.
Feeling Diane's fingers working into the crotch of her panties, Karen could not keep her own hands from feeling about Diane's smooth body. She ran her hand up and down Diane's flesh, over a rounded hip and along a warm, deliciously smooth thigh. As Diane spread her legs, Karen eagerly shot her hand between them, reaching for the blonde-haired cunt. She ran her fingers through the silky curls and traced a fingertip along the moist, throbbing clitoris. Diane made a small, soft sound of delight as her own hand slipped under the tight crotch of Karen's panties.
When Diane thrust a finger into her pussy, Karen gave an excited yelp and sent her own finger sliding into wet heat, going deep into Diane's surprisingly tight cunt. Smashing her lips against those of Diane, Karen began to finger-fuck her friend wildly, grinding her own cunt onto the stabbing finger between her thighs.
"Oh, Karen!" Diane murmured hotly, "you're so fucking hot, baby! God, what a hot cunt you have!"
"Ooo, yes!"
"I want to eat you, Karen," Diane mewled. "I want to eat your hot cunt again!"
As Diane slipped to the floor on her knees, Karen leaned against the couch and shoved her writhing ass forward. She pulled her skirt to her waist and almost ripped her tight panties off. Throwing her legs wide, she lifted her hairy cunt to the beautiful face of Diane. Her dark eyes burned with desire as she watched Diane's tongue sliding up and down her inner thighs, going from one to the other. When Diane began to nip and bite lightly at her flesh, Karen yelped with the steaming pleasure and tried to grind her puffy cunt onto the woman's face.
Diane teased her with her wet, hot tongue, almost licking into Karen's cunt, but instead circling the curly hair, tracing the tip along one hot, wet cunt lip. Sliding her hands up she peeled the chestnut-colored hair away, exposing Karen's glistening, intensely distended clitoris. For a moment Diane gazed at Karen's cunt, her own eyes blazing with glassy hunger.
"Eat me!" Karen sobbed with desperate passion. "Eat my cunt, Diane! Don't tease me, please! I'm so hot, so fucking hot! Tongue-fuck me, Diane! Please, please!"
Karen shot her hips up, her cunt searching for Diane's soft lips. She grabbed Diane by the back of her blonde head and pulled, grinding furiously into her face.
Diane's tongue snaked out and stabbed quickly into Karen's boiling cunt. Karen yelped, then screamed as the tongue thrust back and forth. Diane's upper lip writhed and pressed upon her swollen clitoris hard, increasing the bubbling ecstasy that was flowing through every part of Karen.
"Ohhh, that's so good, Diane," she whimpered, tossing her head about as she churned her cunt into that sweet face. "So fucking good! Tongue me, eat me! Oooo, Diane, lick my cunt, lick it!"
Her cunt was drawing and gripping on Diane's plunging tongue, her ass grinding as she held the head tightly in her two hands. Karen closed her eyes to savor her intense ecstasy, her mouth gaping as she sobbed with burning desire. There was a rumbling, rolling orgasm building deep within her trembling stomach. She began to grunt and wail as it approached, her hips twisting in a frenzy, slamming her wet, hairy cunt hard into the face of Diane.
Karen screamed.
The orgasm exploded in her cunt, making her tight cuntlips suck at Diane's thrusting tongue. She screamed again as the orgasm grew with intensity. She pulled Diane's face hard into her cunt, not knowing nor caring if Diane had enough room to breathe. It went on for a long time until Karen was sobbing, real tears of ecstasy in her eyes.
She shoved at Diane's face, trying to make her pull her tongue out of her cunt. "Enough, Diane!" she sobbed. "Oh, God, it's driving me crazy! Stop, please!" Her eyes opened, and for a moment she couldn't see anything. Then her vision cleared.
"Oh, my God!" She was staring at Stew!
Karen became frantic as she shoved her skirt down and sat up, primly, a blush on her face. Stew stood in his bathrobe, just looking at her. Diane remained on the floor, her head resting on Karen's knee.
"How... what... Diane..." Karen mumbled, stammering as she looked at Stew from lowered lashes.
"Shhhh," Diane said, kissing her knee.
"That was a wonderful performance," Stew said.
"How... what did you see?" Karen asked, afraid of the answer.
"Everything," Stew grinned lewdly. "I saw it all. Before that, I heard it all."
"Oh, God!"
"Isn't she sweet, Stew?" Karen heard Diane say.
Stew nodded and walked to the couch, sitting down next to Karen. Karen shivered, wondering what was happening. She made a futile protest when Stew began to open her blouse. She placed her hands on his to stop him, but instead succeeded only in smashing his palm upon a pointed, springy tit.
Diane sat on her other side, holding Karen's hands so her husband could open her blouse. They removed Karen's bra and then Karen was gasping in surprise.
Stew lowered his face and began to suck gently upon one of her inflamed nipples. Diane, too, had a tit inside her hot mouth. Karen's mind whirled, wondering what was happening, how she got into this, how to stop it--and not wanting to stop it. She tried to voice her protest, but the sound came out not with words, but with a mewling of renewed ecstasy.
What are they doing to me? her mind asked. Why me? What is happening? Ooo, but it feels so good, two mouths sucking my tits...
Karen's arms lifted and she placed her hands on the backs of Diane's and Stew's head, holding their sucking mouths against her tingling, burning tits.
What if they tell Rob? He'll kill me! I want them to stop, but I don't want them to stop, either! Oooo, they'll tell him... and he'll be mad at me and... but he did it! Rob fucked Diane! I saw him fucking her! If he can, so can I! But I hope they don't tell him...
Looking between the two heads sucking at her tits, she saw Stew's hand moving up her inner thigh, his wife's hand the other. Being touched by two hands, and her tits sucked by two mouths, Karen felt more ecstatic sensations than she had before. Despite the power of her orgasm only a few minutes ago, her cunt was boiling again. She twisted her ass about as the two hands came close to her cunt. One hand began toying with the lips of her cunt now, and the other hand was gently twisting at her inflamed clitoris.
Then the hands were gone, the mouths also pulled from her swollen tits.
"No, no!" she whimpered, trying to pull the two heads back to her tits. "Please, don't. Do it some more, please!"
"In the bedroom," she heard Stew saying. Both her hands were held by Stew and Diane, and she was led into a bedroom. Karen's legs trembled with the scalding desire that boiled inside her slender, curvy body. All she was thinking about was having those hands and hot, wet mouths back on her body again.
The bedroom was huge, with a bed larger than any she had ever seen before. The walls were mirrored, as well as the ceiling, and original oil paintings hung here and there. The paintings were not sensual--they were downright erotic.
But Karen saw them only through glazed eyes. Diane and her husband were taking her clothing off, piece by piece. Then she stood naked, feeling only the desperate desire that seared her naked flesh. She watched as Diane and Stew removed their robe and negligee. Stew's cock was enormous, swollen into beautiful hardness. Karen was unable to stop herself and she reached out. She wrapped her fingers about his cock, pumping on it as Diane ran her hands about her creamy, naked body.
Through the mindless passion, Karen felt them moving her toward that huge bed, and then she was lying on it, seeing their reflections in the ceiling mirror. Her legs were parted by Stew, and she looked down to see him crawling between them, his cock throbbing and dripping.
Karen lifted her ass, arching her cunt up to his cock as it came close to it. With her own hands, she pulled the hot, wet lips of her cunt apart, offering herself to him with a whimper of urgency. Diane was caressing her tits as she, too, looked down at Stew's cock sliding into Karen's dark-haired cunt.
"Fuck her, Stew," Karen heard Diane whispering in a thick voice. "She has a wonderfully tight, hot cunt. Shove your cock up her hairy pussy and fuck it!"
"Yes!" Karen yelped as the swollen head of Stew's prick thrust into her. "God, yes! Fuck me... fuck me!"
Stew's prick went deep and Karen's cunt clung to it with flexing waves of ecstasy. She shoved her cunt up to meet him, grinding as his hairy balls slapped against her churning ass cheeks. When his cock was deeply embedded, plunging in and out, Karen released the lips of her cunt and brought her hand up, pressing one atop Diane's that was digging into her springy tit. Her other hand moved about Diane's creamy thigh.
Karen looked up into Diane's face as Stew pumped his cock in and out of her pussy, her eyes glazed with the intensity of her ecstasy. Diane leaned down and kissed Karen, the tip of her tongue licking along her lips. When Diane lifted her head, Karen felt her moving about. She started to protest when Diane spread her legs and inched them above her head.
But as Diane's thighs spread over her head, Karen found herself gazing up into the blonde-haired cunt. She saw the pink, puffy lips twitching, and Diane's clitoris was wet and hard-looking. She licked her lips, the writhing and churning of her naked ass never ceasing. Feeling Stew's cock driving into her cunt, Karen knew what Diane wanted of her.
Diane slipped her hands down and pulled the blonde curls away, her eyes burning down into those of Karen, challenging, pleading, asking.
"Eat it for me, Karen," Diane whispered in a thick voice. "Eat my cunt... the way I ate yours. Lick my pussy, Karen! Suck my hot cunt while my husband fucks you! Come on, suck it! Suck my pussy while my husband fucks your hot cunt, Karen!"
Before Karen could answer, Diane lowered her wet pussy.
Without thinking, Karen let the ecstasy of Stew's cock stretching and filling her cunt guide her. She suddenly lifted her face and buried it into Diane's surprisingly delicious pussy. She tasted the hot, sweet juices that flowed from Diane's cunt and her tongue stabbed inside. She swirled her tongue about Diane's throbbing cunt as she banged her crotch up and down with Stew's thrusting cock. Her mind was reeling with what was happening to her. She found the passion within her naked body swelling hotly, increased by the hardness of Stew's cock fucking her cunt and the taste of Diane's pussy in her mouth.
I'm licking a cunt! her mind burned. I'm sucking a pussy! And getting fucked! At the same time, the same fucking time! I, I love it! Eating cunt and fucking... ohhhh!
Karen's tongue slammed in and out of Diane's clinging cunt, fucking furiously as she swallowed the seeping juices, her naked ass whirling as Stew drove his prick in and out of her cunt faster and faster. The taste of Diane's cunt was like nectar to her greedy mouth, and she licked with a frenzy, shoving her tongue as deep as she could, clutching Diane's writhing ass cheeks. Her own ass bounced and twisted as Stew plunged his thick prick in and out, his hairy balls sending rippling delight through her.
She pressed her face as tight as she could into Diane's blonde-haired cunt, thrilled by the perversity of it. She licked and sucked greedily, thinking it wasn't much different than sucking a cock.
She clung to Diane's ass cheeks, thrilled by the way Diane pressed and rubbed that hairy, wet cunt into her face. Karen thrilled to have Diane pulling and squeezing at her swollen tits, thrilled to have Stew's huge, long cock fucking her hungry cunt, thrilled to have both of them creating such intense ecstasy inside her shaking, naked body.
Karen came.
She screamed into Diane's cunt, clawing at the round ass cheeks of her friend's squirming ass, her tongue flying in and out of the now convulsing cunt. And through all her mindless ecstasy, she could still feel it when Stew fucked his cock hard and deep up her cunt, feel the splashing of his thick, creamy come juice flooding her pussy.
Diane lifted her pussy from Karen's thoroughly smeared face, sitting back with her knees drawn up, but wide apart so her hairy pussy was still exposed, reflected all about by those mirrors. Stew withdrew his cock, sitting back on his heels. For a long moment Karen lay there, her legs wide, breathing and gasping, her naked tits heaving. She looked from one to the other.
"Why?" she asked in a low voice. "Why?"
"Because you're hot, honey," Stew grinned down at her, rubbing gently at her still quivering thighs. "Because you want and need it, that's why."
"But, but you're married," Karen said, not knowing what she meant herself, her mind still reeling with confusion.
"Sure we're married," Diane said. "So are you. What difference does that make, Karen?"
"I... nothing, I guess," she whispered.
She crawled from the bed, seeing her naked body reflected in those mirrors. She picked up her clothing and began to dress, trying to keep her eyes from Stew and Diane.
She started for the door. "I'll call you later," she heard Diane say.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Later in the afternoon, feeling lonely, Karen left the house.
She had no shopping to do, but the house was suddenly very empty without Rob or Jack in it. Her thoughts were giving her problems, too. She didn't know what she was going to do about the recent events in her life.
After all her years of marriage, of never knowing what another cock felt like, looked like, now she knew what three different cocks were like--her husband's, her best friend's husband's, and her son's. And it had all happened in such a short time, without Karen getting much chance to consider it.
And cunt, she couldn't let herself forget cunt.
Her mind was ablaze with everything she had done these past few days, wondering why. Even now, walking slowly with the warm summer sun on her back, Karen could feel the throbbing between her thighs, the twitching of her cunt. She walked with her shoulders back, her pointed tits arching beautifully, her skirted ass swaying and undulating in her natural walk. She was completely unaware of the eyes that looked secretly at her, admiringly, speculatively.
She was a tall, slender, curvy, and very beautiful woman. Men naturally looked at her with a hot gleam in their eyes, wondering about her availability, envious of her husband when they saw the rings on her left hand.
Karen had always been eager to fuck and suck her husband's cock, eager for him to lick her cunt and fuck her up her tight, hot asshole. She had always hungered for more of his body, more of his cock and balls, just as he seemed to hunger for more of her body. Their life had been good, filled with the nice things of life, complacent and happy.
But now I'm happier, she thought. I'm so much happier now. Is it because I've finally fucked someone other than Rob? Because I've had my tongue inside a cunt and had a woman suck my pussy off? Is it those things that make me feel like dancing and singing and shouting? Why don't I feel ashamed of fucking my son?
Karen didn't understand why she was so happy, but she was very, very happy. She wasn't angry at her husband any longer for fucking Diane, not even for letting her see him fuck her in their bed. She could understand why Rob fucked Diane now, and it was not because of any dissatisfaction with her. It was simply because he loved sex. And it had increased his desire for her the way it had been when they were first married.
She was gone for a long time, and by the time she arrived back at her front door, she had no idea where she had been or even what she had done. Her arms were empty, so she knew she had not purchased anything. And there was still that deep throbbing between her thighs, her cunt burning as if it were starving for more cock or--tongue.
She opened the door, and as she stepped into the living room, she realized it had not been locked. She felt her elation soaring, knowing that Rob and Jack were back from their fishing trip. She tossed her purse onto the couch and walked swiftly down the hall, anxious to see her husband, to hold him and fuck him furiously.
She started to call out to him as she went into her bedroom. Then her mouth clamped shut with a click and her eyes went huge.
Rob was on the bed, naked. Squatting above him was Sandy.
Karen's breath sucked in sharply as she stared, almost in shock.
In a brief moment, she saw Sandy squatting above her husband's hard cock, her sweet, naked ass bouncing up and down excitedly. Sandy's back was to Karen, and she watched with hot eyes, seeing the teenager's small, sweet, sugary ass bob up and down. She could see the hairless cunt gripping the thick hardness of her husband's cock, the shaft glistening from her wet, hot cunt. His balls were writhing as the little girl banged up and down, and Karen could hear the excited bursts of giggles and whimpers Sandy made.
Karen felt she should let them know she was home and that she was a witness to what they were doing. But her cunt, unexpectedly, began to throb and then convulse with an orgasm. She squeezed her thighs tightly together as the orgasm rippled through her, making her shake until she had to lean against the frame of the door.
She stared at Sandy's little ass as it went up and down, her husband's cock going deeper than she would have thought possible in that young, sugary cunt. Sandy was cooing and mewling and giggling in a childishly naughty way. Karen could not see her husband's face, it was hidden by the body of the excitedly bouncing girl. She watched as Rob's big hands slipped about Sandy's hips and clutched the small ass cheeks. His hands almost hid Sandy's ass, they were so big and her ass so small.
The orgasm continued to rumble through Karen, growing with intensity. She wasn't sure if she was having multiple orgasms, or if there was only one long, drawn-out explosion.
Sandy leaned over now, and her sweet little ass lifted into the air, Rob's cock held by her tight cuntlips. Karen watched, fascinated, as the little girl swung her naked ass about in tight circles, screwing up and down Rob's thrusting cock.
Beautiful, she thought. That's so beautiful. Rob's cock is fucking that sweet, young cunt!
Karen slipped a hand to her thrusting tit, squeezing at it as she stared hotly at Sandy's lovely ass fucking up and down Rob's prick. Her other hand moved along her trembling stomach and she pressed her skirt between her thighs, the heel of her hand rubbing gently at her cunt. She was still coming, but softly and deliciously.
"Ooo, golly," she heard Sandy mewling, "you're sure big, Rob! Oh, golly, your cock really fills my cunt... and there's no more room in it! This is fantastic! I sure love fucking your big cock!"
Karen heard Sandy's words and found them so exciting she shivered as she squeezed at her tit and rubbed her cunt. She felt like screaming at them, urging them to fuck more furiously, that she wanted to see them coming. But she didn't say anything. Her throat was constricted and her heart beat with fluttering pleasure.
She saw her husband's balls drawing up tight against the base of his throbbing cock. She knew he was about to come, and from the way his huge hands spread those smooth ass cheeks, she saw Sandy's asshole clenching. The heavy grunts and gasps Rob and Sandy made told Karen they were both quickly approaching orgasm.
Sandy's ass was whirling like a dynamo, plunging up and down, driving hard on Rob's cock. Karen wasn't sure but she thought she could see the girl's hairless, candy-sweet cunt lips clutching in a rippling motion.
"Ready, Sandy?" she heard Rob grunt, his ass lifting from the bed to plunge his prick deep.
"Yes, yes!" Sandy yelped, grinding her little ass down in a frenzy. "I'm gonna come, Rob! Oooo, fuck it fast... I'm gonna come!"
Karen saw her husband's balls grow tight and hard, then he grunted loudly. She saw the base of his cock throbbing and there was a loud squeal from Sandy. Karen could almost feel his prick gushing that sweet come juice into her own pussy. She knew the joy that Sandy was getting.
She stood leaning against the frame of the door for some time, watching them slowly relax with Sandy spreading out on top of Rob. She watched as Rob caressed the teenager's sweet, arching ass cheeks gently. Then, before they knew she had been there, she turned and went back to the living room.
God, that was beautiful! Karen thought as she sat down on the couch. That was the most beautiful thing I've seen... that cute little ass squirming up and down my husband's cock. I loved seeing it.
She could not get the image out of her mind, nor did she want to. It was just as she had imagined it while Rob fucked her--only so much better. She crossed her legs and sat waiting, not knowing what she would do when they came out from the bedroom.
"I didn't know you were home, Karen," Rob said.
She looked up. She had not heard him as he entered the living room. Her eyes moved up and down his body. He was wearing a pair of very tight, white jockey shorts, and nothing else. Her eyes fixed upon the bulge of his cock, her gaze hot and almost glassy. Finally she lifted her eyes to his.
"Yes, I'm home," she said in a low voice.
"Then you know," he said.
"I know," she replied, nodding her head. "I saw, too."
Rob stood still for a moment, then came to sit beside her. He took her hand and held it, looking into his wife's beautiful face, searching it. Karen wanted to talk, to tell him how it had made her feel seeing his cock inside Sandy's young cunt. She wanted to tell him about sucking Stew, about seeing Jack fucking Sandy, of eating Diane's cunt and of what she had done this morning with Stew and Diane.
But she said nothing.
She felt her husband placing her palm over the front of his jockey shorts. She felt the heat of his cock against her hand and her fingers squeezed his prick. She saw a smile come over his face, but it was a nervous kind of smile. He leaned forward and kissed her, and Karen returned the kiss, her hand holding his cock and balls through his jockey shorts.
A sound caused her to look up. Sandy had started into the room, but stopped at the entrance when she saw Karen sitting there with Rob. Karen looked at the young girl, her eyes moving up and down the teenager's small, slender body. Sandy was wearing only a pair of very tight panties, and her small, but promising, tits were exposed, the pink nipples hard. Sandy started to turn around and go back to the bedroom.
Rob watched his wife carefully, a frown creasing his forehead. "Now, Karen, don't--"
"Hush, Rob," Karen said, still looking at Sandy. She moved her hand around on his cock and balls, caressing him, feeling his cock starting to swell. She gently held his cock tightly, trying to jack it.
"Come over here, Sandy," she said. It was not an order, her voice not at all harsh.
Sandy approached, warily, her hands clasped in front of her panties. Her blue eyes were huge as she looked at Karen, but there wasn't any fear in them.
Without plan, Karen shoved the crotch of her husband's jockey shorts to one side, exposing his hardening cock and hairy balls. "You like this, Sandy?" she said in a throaty voice. "You like my husband's cock?"
Sandy didn't reply, and Rob was watching his wife in silence.
Karen closed her hands about his cock and began to jerk up and down on it, rubbing her thumb oven the swelling head. She slipped her other hand down to cup his balls, caressing them. But her dark eyes never left the almost-naked little girl who stood a few feet from them, watching.
"Come closer, Sandy," Karen urged. "Come much closer."
Sandy moved close, then her knees touched one of Karen's and one of Rob's. "You like my husband's cock so much, why don't you give it a nice, wet, hot kiss?"
"Golly, I don't know if--" Sandy began.
But Karen cut her off. "Kiss my husband's cock, Sandy. Kiss it! Come on, get down on your knees and kiss his prick!"
Trembling, Sandy did as Karen told her, her blue eyes still gazing at Karen. Karen arched her husband's cock toward those pouting lips. Her other hand left his balls and she placed it on the back of Sandy's head, urging the little girl's mouth down. She leaned low so she could watch when Sandy's lips made contact with the head of Rob's cock.
Karen made a hissing sound when Sandy kissed the piss hole of Rob's cock. She applied more gentle pressure upon Sandy's head. "Take it in your mouth, Sandy," she said. "Take his cock in your little mouth and suck it! Go on, suck his cock with your little cocksucking mouth!"
"Karen," Rob said, "don't be mean."
Karen lifted her eyes to her husband's face. "Mean? I'm not being mean, darling. I just want to watch Sandy suck your cock off, that's all. How is that being mean?"
"Maybe you're embarrassing her," he said.
"Embarrassing her?" Karen laughed, a low, husky sound. "How can I embarrass her? She's been prancing her hot little ass around here, teasing you and Jack both. I saw Jack fucking her the same night you fucked Diane on our bed. Don't tell me I'm embarrassing her!"
She turned her attention back to Sandy. "Take his cock in your mouth, Sandy!" she said again. "You can't tell me you've never sucked a cock off before, not a hot little piece of ass like you. Stuff my husband's cock in your fucking mouth!"
With her blue eyes glittering into Karen's face, Sandy opened her mouth and took the swollen head of Rob's cock into her mouth. Karen watched the girl's pouting lips stretch, and when Sandy sucked more of his thick prick into her wet mouth, Karen laughed.
"I knew you'd sucked a cock before! Look at her, Rob! See how hungry this little cocksucking cunt is?"
"Karen, don't be so damned bitchy!"
"Oh, shut up, you bastard!" Karen said, ignoring her husband as she leaned down to watch Sandy sucking on his throbbing cock. "I want to watch Sandy suck you off. So just shut up and be still."
Sandy's blue eyes were hazy now, her passion very evident to Karen. Karen watched with excitement as the little girl swallowed half of her husband's cock. Karen licked her lips and moved her face down closer to Sandy's, wanting to see everything.
Sandy was gurgling happily as she sucked up and down on Rob's cock, her eyes flashing her ecstasy. Karen smiled at the girl and grabbed her husband's hairy balls, bringing them up to press them upon Sandy's chin. She was breathing heavily as her cunt started pulsating hotly again. Taking one of Sandy's hands from her husband's thigh, she shoved it under her skirt, placing the hot little teen's hand between her thighs and cupping her pantied cunt.
Sandy gave a squeal as she began to suck with more fury on Rob's prick, her stretched lips gliding up and down the thick shaft greedily. She pressed her hand into Karen's pussy and her eyes twinkled into Karen's.
"That's it, honey," Karen cooed with rising passion. "You just keep sucking my husband's cock and you can feel my cunt at the same time. You really love this, don't you, baby? You really love sucking cock and playing with a cunt, don't you?"
"Karen, don't be..."
But Karen ignored her husband.
She ran her own hand under her skirt and hooked a finger into the crotch of her panties, pulling it to one side. When her panties were off to the side of her crotch, Sandy slipped a finger into Karen's cunt, working it in and out as she sucked up and down on Rob's thick, throbbing cock. The girl's mewling sounds and the soft, hungry whimpers of delight, were not missed by Karen. She saw the obvious erotic heat in the little girl's flashing blue eyes.
"You like my hairy cunt, Sandy?" Karen said. "You like finger-fucking my hairy cunt while you suck my husband's big cock? You're going to suck him until he comes, aren't you? You're going to let my husband come off in your cocksucking mouth, aren't you, Sandy? Just the way he came in your tight little cunt!"
Sandy gurgled a reply, her stretched lips racing up and down Rob's cock swiftly. Karen realized the cute blonde could not get the full length of Rob's long cock into her mouth, and she did not force it.
Karen held Sandy's wrist, jerking it back and forth and driving the small finger into her cunt. "You're going to make me come, too, Sandy," she said. "You're going to make me come with your finger and you're going to make my husband's cock come in your hot, wet cocksucking mouth!"
Karen's face was only a few inches from Sandy's. She saw the little girl's eyes grow wide, and then her cheeks ballooned out.
"Oooo, beautiful!" Karen yelped. "Rob's cock is coming in your mouth! Oh, look at that, Rob. She's swallowing your come juice! Eat it, Sandy, eat his come juice!"
But the volume of his discharge was more than the little girl could accept. Creamy white come juice escaped the tightness of her lips and flowed down the shaft of his cock onto his balls. Karen ran a finger along the part of his cock that Sandy couldn't get into her mouth, feeling it. She watched Sandy's slim throat work and saw the dazed expression in the blue eyes.
When Sandy lifted her mouth from Rob's cock, her lips glistened with his come juice. Some of it on her chin and her blue eyes were sparkling with ecstasy as she looked at Karen.
Then Karen began sucking at Sandy's lips, her tongue licking at the come juice lingering there. She pressed her cunt hard into Sandy's hand, and came with a stomach-clutching squeal. Sitting back, she removed Sandy's hand from under her skirt, grinning at her husband.
"Maybe you shouldn't have done that, Karen," he said.
"And maybe it's a good thing I did," she grinned back at him. "Maybe it's about time I woke up to what my husband and son are doing with the next door neighbors."
"If you want to talk about it," he said, "then Sandy should leave."
Sandy stood up. She flashed her blue eyes at Karen and gave her a knowing smile. She left to get her clothing in the bedroom. Karen watched the small ass twitching.
"I don't have anything to talk to you about, Rob," she said after Sandy left. "Nothing at all. Right now, I'm going to shower. You can do as you please."
She was tickled to see the frown on his face as she left.
I shouldn't make him so worried, she thought as she stepped into the shower. Maybe I shouldn't pretend I'm mad at him. Maybe I should simply tell him I've been fucking Stew and eating Diane's cunt and fucking our son. Maybe I should...
CHAPTER EIGHT
Karen began putting it all together on Monday morning. She suspected it, but now that she thought of things in retrospect, she knew the whole thing had all been designed, probably planned by Diane and Rob.
The one part she didn't understand was Jack. She had no idea what his place was in this, or if he was even a part of it. The night of their social get-together, when she had caught Rob fucking Diane, Jack and Sandy had disappeared earlier than her husband. Boys and girls of that age are horny and will always find ways to get away so they can fuck. Knowing that, she didn't feel her son was part of it.
Perhaps Jack was an accident, she thought. Maybe he knows nothing about it at all. But what about Sandy? Could that cute little ponytailed blonde be in on it, too?
Karen didn't think so. But if that was the case, it didn't explain Rob fucking the young girl--unless Sandy was just simply a very hot piece of young ass. Maybe she went after every cock near enough to touch. Karen wondered if her parents knew about Sandy.
Karen didn't want to be the one to inform Diane and Stew about their lovely daughter. It would only make her look like a troublemaker, and besides, she thought with a shiver, they may not want me in their big bed again.
Karen did not try to deny the pleasure she had experienced when Stew and Diane were fucking and sucking on her, or she on them. It was an event that sent thrills shooting through her everytime she thought about it. Diane and Stew were as erotic as she was, and Karen found herself anticipating being with them again. If she was correct in her deductions, then Rob would soon provide the excuse, perhaps stage it so she would be with Diane and Stew. She wondered if Rob had joined Stew in fucking Diane. She was certain that he had. Everything pointed to a conspiracy to turn her into a sexual dynamo, a hot, boiling woman eager to join in multiple fucking.
First Diane had blatantly licked her cunt that day, for the first time exposing her desires to Karen. Karen must have given some indication that she would be receptive to it.
Rob told them, she thought as she went about dusting and cleaning. He told them how I am, about our fantasies. He told them of my fantasies about fucking two men, of having a woman lick my cunt. That's the only answer. And of course, Diane and Stew were willing, they're such erotic people. I fell right into it, eyes wide open, and not knowing what the hell was going on. I was supposed to have caught Rob fucking Diane that evening, I was supposed to see them and become so hot I would fuck Stew in the living room. And, it worked. Oh, it worked!
Now that she had it worked out and understood what they had been doing with her, Karen was extremely happy, but a little disappointed, too. Rob should have known he did not have to go to such elaborate planning--all he had had to do was to tell her he knew a couple who were eager to join in multiple fucking.
When the idea came to her, Karen was startled.
She stood very still in the living room, the vacuum groaning away. Then she shivered, and a hot light began to glow in her dark eyes. She giggled, a deliciously naughty giggle.
I'll turn the table on him, that's what I'll do. If he wants multiple fucking, then that's what he's going to get, and he won't be able to say anything. All he'll do is get a fucking hard-on and insist on getting some, too.
One thing Karen knew about Rob--he loved very much to watch someone else fucking and sucking. He often told her how much fun it was for him and what a turn-on it would be to see her taking another man's cock up her cunt, inside her mouth, in her tight asshole.
Putting away the vacuum cleaner, she went to the bedroom and showered, taking time to perfume herself with the delicate, but arousing scent she loved. It was much too early for Rob to come home from the office, but she wanted to spend the rest of the day preparing herself.
Dressing in the sexiest pair of bikini panties she had--a flimsy, lacy pair that were hardly more than two straps with the same number of tiny triangles--she slipped into a slinky gown with a slit up one side almost to her hip. With her chestnut-colored hair gleaming with highlights, a faint coat of lipstick on her full, moist lips, and a hint of eyeshadow, she looked quite beautiful, edible, even.
As she returned to the living room, she found Jack had come home. Sandy was with him and for just a moment, Karen looked at Sandy, searching that lovely young face for some sign that would indicate that she had told Jack anything. But Sandy gazed back at her innocently, yet with a knowing expression on her sweet face.
Jack was holding Sandy's hand, and they sat close. Her son's eyes seemed to burn on her exposed thigh, and a glance at the front of his pants told Karen he had a hard-on. She wasn't sure if she or Sandy had created the beautiful hardness. It didn't matter anyway, she thought as another idea began to form inside her mind.
Why not start right now? she thought as she looked at the two young ones. If I'm going to jump in with both feet, I may as well begin here--with Jack and Sandy.
She sat in her arm chair, making certain her thigh was exposed. She saw Sandy's eyes light up and her son looked at her quizzically, but said nothing.
"When do we start?" she asked in a low voice, her eyes smoldering.
"Start what, Mom?" Jack asked, his eyes still on her thigh. He could see her hip.
Karen saw a smile beginning on Sandy's face, and she shot a wink at the little girl. "This!" Karen said, and flipped her skirt to one side.
Jack gasped as he gazed at his mother. Karen sat with her thighs revealed, and slowly spread her knees. The lacy crotch of her panties was exposed, as well as the dark shadow of her cunt hair. Hooking a finger into the crotch of her panties, Karen pulled it to one side, exposing her hairy cunt.
"Mom!" Jack gasped, glancing at Sandy quickly.
Sandy giggled and placed her hand on top of Jack's throbbing hard-on. Jack looked from his mother to the girl, understanding slowly coming to his eyes. Suddenly he grinned.
"Well, all right!" he said, and shot his hand between Sandy's thighs, cupping her cunt. As he fondled Sandy's pussy, his eyes blazed at his mother, who was now rubbing a finger up and down her glistening cunt.
Karen watched them with increased passion, a soft hissing sound coming from her. Sandy opened Jack's pants and his cock sprung upright, the head extremely swollen, juice dripping from his piss hole. Karen got out of her chair and approached them, her hips undulating as she held her skirt far to one side. Her eyes remained fixed upon her son's dripping cock, her tongue licking her lips. Sandy was jacking her tight, hot little hand up and down his prick and Jack was finger-fucking the writhing girl, but his eyes burned upon his mother's revealed pussy.
When she was close enough, Karen dropped to her knees before her son. She used both her hands to open his pants all the way and then began dragging them down his hips. When she had his pants down at his ankles, she reached out and cupped his hairless balls, gently twisting them, tugging lightly.
Leaning over, Karen brushed her lips along the dripping head of her son's cock, hearing Sandy giggling as she watched. With a low moan of hunger, Karen opened her lips and sucked her son's cock deeply into her hot, wet mouth. She pulled the full length of his prick into her mouth, the smooth cock head brushing against her throat. She made soft, ecstatic gurgling sounds as she began to suck up and down Jack's prick.
Karen mewled with delight, her mouth closed very tight about her son's cock. Her dark eyes flashed up with wicked delight into their young faces. Finally Sandy turned loose of Jack's cock, and Karen felt the teenager's eager little hand on her tits, moving and feeling, cupping and squeezing. Releasing Jack's balls, Karen tugged at the top of her dress and her tits popped into the open. Immediately Sandy had a hot little hand on one of them, squeezing and mewling and sighing with delight.
Then Karen saw Sandy was resting her head on her son's stomach, her eyes glassy as she watched Karen sucking up and down. Karen sucked up and offered her son's cock to the little girl. With a squeal, Sandy closed her hot, eager little mouth about the head of Jack's cock and began sucking on it in a frenzy, her lips stretched wide.
After watching a moment, Karen said, "Take all of Jack's cock into your hot little mouth, Sandy. Suck the piss out of my son's hard, sweet cock!"
A gurgle of agreement came from Sandy.
Karen shoved her lips into her son's balls, kissing and licking at them as she slipped her hands about his hips and cupped the hard cheeks of his ass, holding him tightly. She drew his hairless balls into her wet mouth and sucked on them as Sandy bobbed her sweet face up and down Jack's cock.
Their lips touched frequently, and Karen released one cheek of her son's ass and moved her hand up Sandy's deliciously smooth and ever-so-hot inner thigh. She felt her son's hand still there, and since his finger was running in and out of the girl's tight cunt, Karen began to twist gently at Sandy's clitoris.
"Oh, this is all right!" Jack shouted, arching his cock up into Sandy's hot, sucking mouth. "Suck me, Sandy! Suck my cock! Mom, your mouth is so fucking hot on my balls!"
Since her mouth was filled with her son's hairless balls, Karen responded to his excited shout by pressing a finger between the crack of his ass. She rubbed at his small asshole vigorously as she and Sandy sucked faster and with more hunger on his cock. She heard her son yelp as her finger plunged into his asshole. Then she finger-fucked him with quick strokes, making her son writhe and jerk.
Taking her hand out of Sandy's crotch, Karen slipped to her son's side, her mouth still sucking at his balls. When Sandy sucked upwards, Karen quickly released his balls and ran her hot tongue up and down the throbbing prick. Sandy opened her mouth and, as Jack's cock came free, Karen quickly gulped it into her greedy mouth. Sandy immediately shoved her sweet, beautiful face downward and captured Jack's balls with her lips. With an unspoken agreement, Karen and Sandy began to alternate, their mouths taking turns sucking on his cock and balls.
Both Karen and Sandy mewled and sighed with passionate excitement. Karen's hairy cunt was going through many extremely exquisite orgasms, the type that came slow and wavy, her pussy contracting with such ecstasy, she knew that her final orgasms would be tremendous.
Jack was caressing his hand through his mother's chestnut-colored hair and holding Sandy's head, and his fingers slipped past her ponytail. He was grunting and whimpering as his mother's hot, wet, hungry mouth transferred back and forth from his cock to his balls. Neither his cock nor balls were ever left alone since Sandy's greedy mouth was quickly upon whichever his mother had left. Karen's finger fucked up his tight asshole relentlessly, sending further thrills through her son.
Karen's mouth was wrapped about his cock when she felt his prick throbbing more powerfully. She slipped her lips up until she held just the swollen cockhead between them, her tongue fluttering hotly over his dripping piss hole. Her face was turned so she could see Sandy trying desperately to swallow Jack's hairless balls. Her dark eyes were flashing messages to Sandy's hot blue eyes.
Then, with a loud grunt, Jack's cock discharged.
Karen squealed with delight as the thick, creamy, sweet come juice splashed into her mouth, coating her tongue. She gripped his cock at the base and, after catching that first spurt of her son's come juice in her mouth, she jerked up. Understanding, Sandy had her small lips about his cock head quickly, catching the second spurt of his come juice in her mouth.
Karen and Sandy went back and forth on Jack's cock, each sucking up his creamy juice. Then they both shoved their tongues out, meeting and caressing Jack as his discharge finished squirting onto both tongues.
Karen and Sandy had come juice glistening on their lips as Jack slumped down, heaving heavily from the power of his discharge.
"We both sucked him off, Karen!" Sandy giggled lewdly as her blue eyes flashed happily. "We both sucked Jack's cock off! Both of us got his come juice!"
"Good, wasn't it?" Karen laughed at the sweet girl.
"Ooooo, it sure was!"
"Now, the only thing left," Karen said, fondling her son's moist cock and balls, "is to get this cock hard again. I was almost ready to come, but I didn't quite get there. Now I've got to get fucked! I'm so damned hot to have this cock in my cunt! I've just got to fuck it!"
Sandy giggled again, naughtily. "I wanna watch! I wanna watch you fuck him!"
"Of course," Karen said, leaning over and running the tip of her tongue over Sandy's come-smeared lips, tasting her son's come juice that lingered there. "It's more fun when I'm watched. Don't you like to be watched when you're fucking, Sandy?"
"Yes, I sure do!"
"Then you get this cock of Jack's hard for me, okay? I'm getting myself something cool to drink."
She stood up, and with the eyes of her son and Sandy gazing at her, she peeled her dress off. Wearing only those lacy, flimsy panties, she started from the living room, making certain that her shapely, lovely ass waggled tantalizingly.
She prepared herself a glass of iced tea, and carried it back into the living room. She saw that Sandy had gotten her son's cock hard again, and was climbing on top of him. Sipping at her iced tea, her cunt boiling with desire, she peeled her panties off and dropped them on top of her discarded dress.
Karen sat naked at the end of the couch, drawing one knee up and watching her son and Sandy. Sandy straddled Jack as she had straddled Rob, squatting and fitting his slender cock into her tight, hairless cunt. Karen listened to the excited squeals of the sweet little girl as Jack's cock was gobbled into her tight cunt swiftly.
Watching that cute, rounded little ass bouncing up and down on Jack's cock for a bit, she set her glass on the end table. Getting to her knees on the couch, Karen began to lick and kiss her son's thighs, climbing up them, her dark eyes smoldering as she gazed at his hairless balls and his cock being swallowed up by Sandy's delicious little cunt.
With her face in his crotch, Karen ran the flat surface of her tongue up and down her son's balls and then scraped it over the shaking cheeks of Sandy's ass. She heard Sandy giggle as her naked ass moved up and down. With a hot hiss of excitement, Karen slammed her tongue between the cheeks of Sandy's ass and began to lick at the tightly clenching asshole in a frenzy. Her tongue tasted the slippery cunt juices from her son's cock now and then, sending her pleasure soaring.
But her cunt was throbbing and pulsating much too hungrily to allow her to let her son come off in Sandy's sweet, tight cunt. Pulling her mouth back, she began to push at Sandy's gyrating ass.
"Get off!" Karen said in a thick voice. "Get your cunt off my son's cock! I want it in my pussy! I'm going to fuck him this time!"
Reluctantly, Sandy climbed off of Jack. Karen pulled and pushed her excited son around until she had his ass hanging over the edge of the cushions. Standing up, Karen spread her legs about his hips, her hairy cunt hovering above his upright cock. Without guiding his prick, she moved her crotch so that the head of his cock was inside her cunt. With a hot sigh and throaty gurgle of delight, she settled her hairy pussy down against the base of his cock, holding it deeply. The muscles of her pussy worked, tightening and sucking. Sandy leaned down and watched Karen's dark-haired cunt fuck up and down Jack's prick for a moment.
"Sit up on the back of the couch, Sandy," Karen urged. "I'll eat your sweet cunt at the same time."
With more lewd giggles, Sandy quickly placed her pretty little ass on the back of the couch above Jack's head. She spread her knees wide, offering her pink cunt to Karen's mouth.
Karen shot her tongue out and licked up and down Sandy's puffy cunt lips, tasting the exquisite sweetness of the cute pussy. She ran her tongue about the inflamed clitoris. As her tongue rippled around Sandy's crotch, she pumped and churned her cunt up and down her son's cock.
Jack, with his head below Sandy's ass, was looking up, watching his mother lick and kiss and suck at Sandy's cunt. His hands gripped the writhing, twisting cheeks of his mother's naked ass as she bounced up and down on his prick.
Her cunt was steaming, gripping her son's cock tighter than ever. Karen was almost dying with ecstasy as she fucked her son and licked Sandy's sweet cunt simultaneously. She slammed her shaking ass up and down, driving her son's cock as deep as she could into her pulsating, steaming cunt. Darting her tongue out, she ran it into the tasty sweetness of Sandy's pussy, making the little girl wail with ecstasy. Sandy held onto her head, holding her mouth tight against her cunt, grinding it back and forth, smearing her pussy into Karen's hungry mouth.
Karen's mind reeled with the perversity of tongue-fucking Sandy's succulent cunt and fucking her son's throbbing cock at the same time. The orgasms that were rippling through her were like a heavy surf crashing upon rocks. She was coming again and again, the spasms creating a delicious waving, sucking motion on her son's cock.
Her orgasms growing with intensity, Karen was moaning and gurgling into Sandy's cunt, her tongue darting in and out and swirling about the girl's distended clitoris, her lips sucking upon the sensitive bud. Sandy twirled her sweet ass about, grinding her cunt into Karen's face vigorously, yelping that she was going to come.
Karen's naked ass swung about in a frenzy as she churned her cunt up and down her son's cock. Almost desperate to have him coming into her pussy, she managed to reach behind her shaking ass and grip his balls, pulling them tight into the crack of her ass. She shuddered with ecstasy as her son squeezed the naked cheeks of her ass. She banged down hard, grinding her hairy cunt into his cock as her tongue went deep into Sandy's suddenly exploding cunt.
Karen's orgasms finally boiled over and the final burst almost sent her into orbit. She screamed into Sandy's convulsing cunt as she came, her naked body shaking violently, her crotch still grinding into her son's cock.
Then Jack spurted.
The creamy come juice bubbled into her pussy, making her orgasm increase, drawing out. It was too much.
* * *
It was some time before Karen realized she was sprawled on the couch alone. How her son had managed to crawl from beneath her body, she had no idea. She was on her back, still gasping from the exquisite ecstasy, one leg up on the cushions, the other flung over the side.
She looked around and found herself alone in the house. Slowly, still feeling a bit weak from the force of her orgasms, she sat up. The clock on the wall told her Rob would probably be home in about half an hour. Weakly, she picked up her dress and panties, and went down the hall to take another shower.
CHAPTER NINE
Karen was clean and fresh by the time Rob arrived home.
She was wearing the same dress she had put on earlier, and when she greeted her husband at the door, he looked at her with a quizzical expression.
"Something's different about you," he said, standing back and looking her up and down.
"Of course," she grinned at him. "It's the dress--and what's not under it."
There was a gleam in his eyes, and Karen pulled at her dress, flipping it up to expose her hairy cunt. "See? Nothing under it."
Karen teased Rob until it was time for her to prepare dinner, and even then she teased him. It seemed to take her husband some time to realize their son was not home.
"He's with Sandy," Karen said, twitching her ass about from stove to table. "They're having a hamburger and then going to the movies."
"Oh, I see," Rob said, a wide grin on his face.
"Convenient, isn't it?" she said, her voice low and husky, her eyes dropping to the front of his pants. He was getting a wonderful hard-on, she was pleased to see. "But what do you plan on doing with that hard-on, darling?"
He grabbed her, pulling her onto his lap. Karen felt his hard cock probing at her ass and she writhed down upon it. But when Rob started to slide his hand under her skirt, she stopped him.
"No, not now," she said throatily. "Later--maybe."
"Hey, what's this maybe shit?" he asked.
"You'll see," she replied mysteriously. "Now, eat your dinner and leave me alone--for a while." Her dark eyes flashed erotic promises at him. And, she was pleased to note, his eyes looked at her thrusting tits very hotly all through the meal.
He's hot now, she thought with pleasure. But he's got to be much hotter first. I'll show him...
She took her time cleaning up the kitchen and putting the dishes in the dishwasher. Rob was near her all the time, running a hand over her tits or her ass, trying to feel her up or pressing his throbbing cock against her hips.
"Later, I said," she told him, pushing his hands off her body, but making sure he would get enough contact with her to keep his excitement at a high pitch. She made certain that her thighs were exposed to him with every movement, and now and then she would look at him with her hot eyes, licking her tongue over her lips teasingly.
Finally they went into the living room. As Karen sat on the couch, she crossed her long legs and pulled her skirt aside so the slit was gaping to her waist. But when Rob sat beside her, trying to kiss and fondle her, she shoved him away.
"Not yet, darling," she said, cupping his hard cock and squeezing it.
"What's got into you, Karen?" he asked, puzzled. "You've never stopped me before."
She gazed at him, a smile on her moist lips. "Why don't you go stick your cock in Diane's cunt, darling. You seem to like her pussy quite a bit."
His eyes grew wide. "You know?"
"You know very well I know, darling. Why do you think I did that with you and Sandy?"
"But what's that got to do with stopping me now? Look at this fucking hard-on! I'm going to come in my damned pants if you don't stop the fucking around."
When he reached for her again, she held her hand up to stop him. Her other hand went to the telephone on the end table at the end of the couch. She lifted it and dialed. Rob sat there and watched her, puzzled.
"Hello, Stew?"
She saw her husband's eyes grow wider yet.
"I've got this problem, Stew," she said, smiling at her husband. "I thought you might help me with it. Can you come over?"
She hung up.
"What was that all about?" Rob asked.
"You'll see."
Rob answered the door and admitted Stew. Karen remained on the couch, her thigh exposed to her waist. As Stew entered, she crooked her finger at him. "Sit by me, Stew."
She saw the glance pass between the two men, a glance of understanding.
"You've got it, Rob," Karen said. "Now you know."
Stew sat at her side and, with her eyes still on her husband, Karen placed her hand directly upon his cock and balls. She moved her hand about, feeling Stew's cock swell beneath her touch.
Rob suddenly grinned.
"This is what you've always wanted, darling," Karen told him. "It just took me a while to figure out what was going on. Sometimes I'm a little slow."
She opened Stew's pants and lifted out his cock. She wrapped her fingers around his prick and stroked up and down, licking at her lips. With a soft mewl, she leaned over Stew, running her tongue over the swollen head of his cock, tasting the dripping juices flowing from his piss hole. She gave Stew's cock a kiss, then lifted her face.
"This is what I want," she said in a low voice. "Two cocks! I want to be fucked by two cocks at the same goddamn time!"
She saw a look of pleasure come over her husband's face. He began undressing quickly, "Come on, Stew," Rob said. "Let's give her hot ass a good fucking!"
Karen was breathing hotly as she watched them both getting out of their clothing. Both their cocks were thick and long, with sweetly swollen heads and hairy balls. There was a rumble of anticipated ecstasy inside her stomach. She slipped the top of her dress down as she stood up, then shoved it past her hips with wiggling motions.
Finally she stood naked before her husband and Stew. Her pointed tits arched up, aiming toward the ceiling. She cupped them and gently dug her fingers into her tits, then slipped her hands slowly down her shaking stomach, framing the curly triangle of her cunt hair. Spreading her feet a little, she pressed the lips of her cunt together, mewling as her dark eyes watched both cocks jerking with eagerness.
She dropped to her hands and knees, her naked ass in the air waving an invitation to them. "One of you... I don't care who," she grunted with bubbling desire, "get back there and fuck me! Come on, you assholes. Fuck me and fuck me good!"
It was her husband who knelt beside her, his cock brushing along the hot cheeks of her shaking ass. Karen looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes steamy with desire. "Shove that big cock up my cunt, darling! Oh, hurry and shove your hard cock in my pussy!"
As her husband's cock thrust into her cunt, Karen gave a loud yelp of pleasure. She wiggled her ass about, her tits jiggling. Stew was sitting on the couch, his knees wide and his cock throbbing upright, his heavy, hairy balls dangling low. Karen shoved her head between his knees, licking at Stew's thighs as she had her son's earlier. Her wet, hot tongue moved up the inside of Stew's thigh as her husband gripped her hips tightly, fucking furiously into her cunt.
"Eat his hard cock!" she heard her husband shout. "Suck Stew's cock off, Karen! Take his cock in your cocksucking mouth while I fuck your hairy pussy!"
"I am!" Karen shouted back at him.
She swirled her tongue into Stew's hairy balls, bouncing them up and down as her ass waved against her husband's thrusting groin. Her pussy was so sensitive, so hot, she could feel Rob's prick throbbing against her tightly gripping pussy lips.
"I'm going to suck his cock off into my fucking, hot mouth! And you just keep on fucking my cunt, Rob!"
With a squeal of hungry pleasure, Karen raced her tongue up Stew's throbbing prick, feeling the heat of it searing the tip. She ran her tongue over his piss hole, tasting the bubbling juices. With a wail of pleasure, she opened her lips and sucked Stew's thick prick deeply into her mouth. With her husband's cock thrusting and throbbing into her cunt deeply, and Stew's cock sliding between her hot, wet lips, Karen's mind soared as the ecstasy flowed and rippled through her naked body.
I hope he likes this, she thought with a burning mind. I hope Rob loves what I'm doing. I want him to know there isn't any more reason to sneak around, letting me catch him fucking Diane or Sandy. This should show him that I not only want the same thing, but am damned eager for it! And Jack, he's going to really be surprised about Jack...
She gobbled greedily up and down Stew's deliciously hard cock, making wet sounds. She shook and twisted her naked ass for her husband as he drove his prick in and out of her clinging cunt, the muscles holding him tightly. She could feel Rob's balls banging and swaying and her hand went between her hot thighs, grabbing them.
Her other hand was beneath Stew's naked ass, and she almost laughed around his cock when Stew yelped. She had thrust her finger deep into his tight asshole and was now plunging it in and out. Her naked body was shivering with the ecstasy, even more ecstasy than she had felt while fucking her son and sucking Sandy's sweet cunt.
She could hear her husband and Stew urging each other on, yelling for the other to come, to shoot hot come juice into her hairy cunt or her wet mouth. Their shouts at each other increased the thrills already racing about her nakedness. She loved the way her husband gripped her hips when he banged powerfully into her cunt, and she loved it when Stew grabbed her head and began to fuck into her mouth, burying the full length of his thick cock almost to her throat, his wiry cock hairs tickling her lips and chin. Her finger continued to stab up Stew's asshole and he kept on yelping with pleasure.
Karen's cunt was exploding with those rippling orgasms she had grown to love. They started softly, then grew with strength, making her hairy cunt grip and flex on her husband's pounding cock. She could feel Stew's cock throbbing hotly as her lips raced up and down it, her tongue licking as fast as she could. She was hoping desperately that both cocks would squirt come juice at the same time. She wanted come juice gushing into her cunt and into her mouth at the same moment and she struggled to make it happen.
"Ohhhh, I'm about to come!" she heard Rob groan.
Before the words were completely out of his mouth, Karen felt the hot gushing of his come juice flooding into her boiling cunt. She screamed in a muffled sound as her orgasm exploded, making her cunt grip hard at Rob's spurting prick, flexing and milking it. With the convulsion of her cunt and the splashing of her husband's come juice inside her pussy, Karen mouthed Stew's thick cock rapidly, her hot, wet lips sliding up and down the throbbing shaft hungrily, devouring him with a frantic greed.
Stew gripped the back of her chestnut-colored head and pulled downward as he drove his cock up, grinding his prick into her mouth. Karen gurgled with ecstasy as Stew's cock jerked between her gobbling lips, then her mouth was being filled with the creamy come juice, flooding her throat and scalding so sweetly over her tongue.
Stew was coming into her mouth so copiously, Karen found she was unable to contain the volume of that sweet come juice. Some of it dripped from her tight lips, flowing to his hairy balls. She struggled to swallow every bit of it, her ecstasy burning like a searing bonfire through her naked body. She felt Rob leaning over her shaking ass, his cock still deep inside her convulsing cunt. He had grabbed both her dangling tits, his powerful fingers squeezing at the spongy flesh. This increased the ecstatic spasms of her cunt and her greedy mouth.
With her pussy still clutched in the heat of her successive orgasms, Karen found her mouth wrapped around a cock that was no longer gushing. With a whimper of disappointment, she began to race her tongue up and down the wet prick. Then the flat surface of her tongue found Stew's hairy bails. Karen tasted the come juice that was clinging to them. With a wail of pleasure, she began licking at them in a frenzy of orgiastic ecstasy, licking all about them, her tongue swirling greedily until his balls were clean.
She felt her husband slipping his cock from her cunt, although she was reluctant to let his prick go. But his cock pulled free and she sat back on the floor, leaning against the couch, her cheek resting against Stew's thigh. Drawing her knees up, but wide apart, she breathed heavily, her shapely tits lifting and falling. She ran a hand down her flat stomach and caressed her fingers through the thick curls of her cunt. Turning her head, she kissed Stew's thigh near his hip, then looked at her husband. Rob was sitting on the floor, his head hanging as he gasped.
"Well," she said in a low voice, "How was it, darling? Did you enjoy it?"
Rob lifted his eyes and looked at his wife. Karen watched him look up and down her body, seeing her naked tits and the hairy cunt, her smooth delectable inner thighs. Then he looked at her mouth, and finally at Stew's cock.
He doesn't like it, Karen thought. Rob doesn't like it at all. He thinks it's okay for him to get fucked, but not his wife. Oh, no! What am I supposed to be--sweet and innocent? What does he want of me, anyway?
Then he grinned at her. "The question is, Karen," he said, "did you enjoy it?"
Thinking he was being a smart-ass, she arched her eyebrows at him. "You're damned right I enjoyed it! This isn't going to be my first and last time with two guys, you know."
Rob's grin widened. He leaned over and caressed one of her tits, kissing her puffy lips. Karen felt Stew's hand cup her other tit, and when Rob pulled his lips from hers, she reached for both their cocks and began to fondle them.
"As much as I would love to fuck and suck these two sweet cocks again, I'm afraid we've got to stop. Jack will be home in a little while."
With a sigh, Stew began to dress. "I have to be getting back to Diane, anyway," he said. "She told me not to stay too long. I think she needs a little cock, too."
"I wouldn't call that a little cock," Karen grinned wickedly. "Are you sure you've still got enough strength to fuck her?"
"I never worry about that," Stew grinned. "And it doesn't seem as if Rob does, either."
Karen felt her husband's cock swelling in her gently pumping fist. She looked down at it, laughing in a throaty way. "You're right--he's always ready."
After Stew had gone, she and Rob gathered up their clothing and entered their bedroom, still naked.
Karen had one more surprise for him.
She slipped into the shower and enjoyed a refreshing bath, and thought how surprised he was going to be.
CHAPTER TEN
She stayed in the shower for a long time, letting her husband rest on the bed, knowing he was anxious for her to climb onto it with him. He had certainly been excited in the living room, plunging his cock into her cunt as she sucked furiously on Stew's prick.
When she stepped into the bedroom, Rob was sprawled on the bed, his legs spread wide. His cock stood up very hard, his lovely balls so hairy and inviting. She stood at the foot of the bed, her slender body glowing from the shower, her dark eyes gleaming with excited desire. Rob reached for his cock and began to fondle it as he moved his eyes up and down his wife's body.
Glad that the evening was still young, Karen stood at the foot of the bed resting her right foot on the mattress with her knee wide, pelvis slightly arched forward. She loved the way Rob's eyes grew hot as he gazed at her thrusting tits and then down at her cunt. She slipped her hand down and framed her pink pussy lips, then slowly ran her finger up and down her tingling clitoris. She knew her husband loved to see her feeling herself up this way. Slowly she inserted a finger into her pussy and worked it in and out. His eyes almost bursting into open flame, Rob gripped his cock hard and pumped on it, his other hand cradling his hairy balls tightly.
The sound of the front door came to him, and Karen saw Rob shoot a glance at their open bedroom door. She was amused at his expression. Neither of them moved as the sounds of their son came to them softly as he entered the hall and went into his own bedroom.
"Afraid you'll be caught again, darling?" she teased him.
"Just shut the door and climb on over, Karen," he said, grinning at her.
"I think I'll wait a minute or so," she said, placing her foot back on the floor.
She turned her ass to him and waggled it as she started for the door. She paused there, as if about to close it, looking over her shoulder seductively at her husband. Then she stepped into the hall. She stood just outside the door looking at him, grinning.
"You want Jack to see you, Karen?" he asked. "Get your naked ass back in here and shut the fucking door!"
Karen lifted her middle finger in a gesture of 'fuck you,' and with a twitch of her naked ass, walked down the hall. She heard her husband behind her. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw he had pulled his robe on. She stopped at the door of their son's bedroom and faced her husband. She was amused by his startled expression and the puzzlement in his eyes.
She placed her hand on the door knob of Jack's room and turned it. Flinging the door open, she looked in. Jack was sitting up on his bed, leaning against the wall. He looked up at his mother, a wide grin on his face. His cock was already up nice and hard, she saw. With her husband behind her, she wiggled her naked ass into the room, stopping at Jack's bed. She turned sideways and looked at her husband.
"Well, darling," she said to Rob, "what about it?"
Rob looked from his naked wife to his son, sitting quietly with a hard-on. Karen saw understanding coming into his eyes and suddenly he laughed.
"I see how it is. Well, it makes no difference to me. You want to fuck our son, then fuck our son."
"I thought you'd like it," Karen said, sitting on the bed and reaching for Jack's sweet, hard cock. She took it in her hand and stroked it. She drew her legs up onto the bed and spread them wide. "I've finally figured out what has been going on, Rob. It just took me a while."
He came farther into the room, his robe flapping open, his cock and balls revealed. "It was all a set-up, Karen," he admitted. "Diane, Stew, and I--we cooked it up. I knew you wouldn't be mad. You're too hot to fuck to be mad about that."
"You've been fucking Diane ever since they moved in, right?"
He nodded his head.
"And Sandy?"
Again he nodded.
"I suppose you initiated Jack?"
Rob grinned. "And he took to it right away. Jack is a horny little shit!"
Karen gave a husky laugh. "You're not telling me anything I don't know already." Then she frowned. "Is Stew fucking his daughter?"
"You've got it, Karen," Rob admitted. "And Diane eats her tight little cunt. They're fun, Karen. I've been with all three of them and so has Jack. We've been hoping you'd join us, too."
"Is that right, Jack?" Karen asked her son, pulling at his cock.
"Yes, Mom," he said, and reached out for one of her tits. "Dad is right."
Rob was sitting on the other side of Karen and she turned and leaned against the wall, a man on each side of her. Rob and Jack leaned down and began to suck on her shapely, springy tits. She wrapped her arms about them, holding their wet mouths against her. She looked down as her son and her husband began fondling along the smooth inner surface of her thighs. She grabbed Rob and Jack both by the cock, pumping on them with increasing desire.
"No more of this sneaking about," she said in a hushed voice. "When there's any fucking going on, I'm not going to be left out, you two hear me?"
"Yes, dear," Rob mumbled around her rigid tit.
"Right, Mom," Jack said out of his stuffed mouth.
"Then fuck me!" she squealed. "I want both of you to fuck the piss out of me!"
She saw Rob's finger dart into her cunt and felt it go deep. She watched with blazing eyes as her husband began to twist gently at her swollen clitoris. She gurgled with the passion that was bubbling within her, and she squeezed both their hard pricks, her fists running up and down them. She wiggled her naked ass against the mattress.
As she jacked on their cocks, she scooted her ass toward the edge of the bed. With her feet on the floor and her ass hanging over the edge, she spread her knees wide.
"My cunt is so fucking hot, you two! One of you better start fucking it, damn it! Fuck me, Rob, Jack! I don't care which, but I want a hard cock in my fucking cunt!"
Jack pulled his cock from his mother's hand and went to stand between her hot thighs. Karen grabbed for his cock again, pulling it to her steamy cunt. Rob pulled his mouth from her burning tit to watch his son's cock penetrate his mother's boiling pussy.
"Fuck your mother's cunt, Jack!" he urged. "I'm going to fuck her cocksucking mouth!"
"Oh, God, yes!" Karen wailed as her son's cock began to plunge in and out of her grinding pussy. "Hold my hot ass, Jack! Hold mother's hot ass while you fuck my pussy! Come on, Rob, get that sweet cock in my cocksucking mouth!"
Her head rested on the bed, mouth open and waiting as Rob straddled her chest. She cupped the cheeks of his ass and he began to inch his dripping prick toward her waiting, hungry mouth.
"Take turns on me!" she shouted. "I want you two to take turns fucking my cunt and mouth!"
Then her mouth was stuffed with Rob's thick prick. She dug her fingers into his ass as he began to fuck his cock in and out of her hotly stretched lips. Her naked ass gyrated and churned as her son thrust powerfully into her hairy, slippery cunt. She began to rub a finger about Rob's tight asshole, pressing against it.
Her tongue swirled about her husband's cock hungrily as it went in and out of her clasping lips. She had to swallow often because Rob was dripping so much. She lifted her hips and ground them furiously against her son as his cock stabbed into her gripping cunt. She closed her hot thighs about his hips, scissoring them as the ecstasy of her orgiastic pleasure flowed like liquid heat through her naked body.
As she had earlier, with her husband and Stew, Karen felt her passion flaring into a mindless bubble of ecstasy. Her naked hips churned about her son's thrusting cock and her lips gobbled at her husband's thick prick as he fucked her mouth. The stretching of her lips by her husband's cock and the stuffing of her cunt by her son's cock was making her naked body shake. She turned loose of Rob's ass with one hand, squeezing her fingers into the spongy flesh of her tit, rubbing her inflamed nipple about his asshole. The way they were fucking her with such force made Karen's nerves tingle. She was getting more pleasure than she had enjoyed with Stew and Rob.
Rob's hairy balls bounced about her chin as he fucked into her mouth, creating more enjoyment for Karen. She pressed her nipple hard against his asshole, trying to shove it up his ass.
Her tongue flew wickedly about his throbbing prick, her slim throat swallowing the seeping juices from his piss hole. There was a tight flexing in her cunt as waves of orgasms began, each one tighter and more explosive than the last. She made muffled, gurgling sounds about her husband's cock. There was a moist, suctioning sound as her son stabbed and pulled his prick out against the tight, burning lips of her pussy.
A choking scream ripped from her stuffed mouth when she felt her son slam hard into her cunt, holding his cock deep inside her spasming cunt. She churned furiously when she felt her son's come juice squirting into her receptive pussy. Before her son finished coming, she tasted the spurting sweetness of her husband's cock, her cheeks ballooning out with the thick, creamy flow.
Rob pulled his cock from her clinging lips, making a moist plopping sound. With glassy vision, Karen looked down her shivering body as Jack withdrew his prick. She lifted her arms, smiling happily. Both her son and her husband drew themselves up on each side of her and began to suck at her springy, thrusting tits again, gently and with love. They caressed her warm, creamy flesh with light fingers. She reached down and fondled both their cocks and balls, feeling the differences and similarities. She loved them so much!
After a moment, she sat up. "I've got something to do," she said. "Both of you come with me."
They followed Karen's naked, twitching ass down the hall to the master bedroom. Karen sat in the middle of the bed with her legs crossed before her, her hairy cunt revealed. She reached for the bedside telephone.
"Diane?" she said into the receiver, her dark eyes glowing at her husband and son. "If you and Stew aren't sleepy, why don't you come over?" She listened for a moment, then said: "Of course you're to bring Sandy. It wouldn't be any fun without that cute little hot ass, would it?"
Hanging up, she laughed. "They'll be here in fifteen minutes. Can you two guys wait that long? We're going to have an orgy!"
