A woman's hand on the inside of a man's thigh is a message no man misses. If that hand moves up to touch his cock lightly, the man knows he's urgently wanted sexually.
"Pass," said Naomi Allison brightly, appearing to stare at her cards. Her fingers pressed against the thigh of young Doug Sandstrom once more.
Across the table Doug's fat, round-faced young wife glared at her cards. Then she glared at Doug.
"Naomi passed. What are you going to do?"
"Give me a minute. Give me a minute. What's the horse-race?"
"Slow witted at Bridge. Always was," Mrs. Sandstrom told Naomi, unaware that the older woman had just felt her husband's crotch.
Naomi smiled in understanding at Evelyn, gave Doug's leg a final squeeze and brought her hand out from under the table. Doug was red in the face and it had nothing whatsoever to do with the cards he held. Naomi thought he probably couldn't tell the red ones from the black ones at this point. Doug Sandstrom knew that a far more exciting game than bridge was going on tonight. Naomi was an overnight houseguest of the Sandstrom's. She'd given him more than one signal since dinner. With that thigh-squeeze she really had him thinking right!
While the Sandstroms bickered, Naomi sat back, feeling a rich excitement between her legs. She really dug Evelyn's young, tall and blond husband. Even before she'd been widowed and set free, she'd gotten an erotic tingle on seeing Doug the few times they met. Now the numbers came up ... she had a really important reason for the sexual tease.
"Spades, no, hearts, two," Doug stuttered. He didn't dare look over at Naomi.
"That's cheating!" his wife fumed. "You're telling your partner you've got hearts, a demand bid, plus good spades."
"I didn't mean ... "
"You cheat every time you can," his wife stormed. She threw her cards down. "I'm getting tired of playing. Why don't you bring in the coffee?"
She sighed and leaned fat arms on the bridge table, looking to Naomi for sympathy. Naomi smiled back politely. Peter, the fourth player, was Doug's assistant at work. He kept his eyes downcast at this sputter between his boss and his boss' wife. He remained unobtrusive.
Doug suddenly slammed his cards down and went to the kitchen.
"I'll help with the coffee," Naomi smiled without humor. She followed Doug, leaving Evelyn to complain to Peter about her husband's cheating ways at bridge.
Naomi sauntered into the kitchen, aware of Doug's hot eyes feasting on her body. All of his hot blush wasn't over his anger with his wife. She knew she looked good. She was forty-five and Evelyn Sandstrom only twenty-nine but all the advantages were on Naomi's side.
She wore her soft, green velour dress which clung to her curvaceous body as if it were pasted on. She'd developed the body beautiful by bountiful exercise and careful dieting since the death of her husband a year ago. At first the grief drove her to exercise and disinterest in food ... at least she could sleep nights. Then her body flowered. Tonight her breasts were firm and springy with youth, her eyes sparkling, her skin glowing and her curves at hip, thigh and buttock were those of fifteen years ago. Even young Peter Erickson couldn't keep his eyes off her, "Poor Evelyn had bad cards tonight," said Naomi, practically brushing Doug's sleeve with her low-cut cleavage.
"She's eating and sleeping herself into a stupor," Doug complained. "As soon as I got made vice-president, she's taken it easy, like the wife of some senior executive."
"I'm certain she'll snap out of it," Naomi reassured him.
"It better be soon. Who wants to have sex with a ... "
Doug suddenly stopped, realizing he'd said much more than he had planned to say.
"I agree," Naomi nodded. She smiled pleasantly up at him, aware that he felt her body heat, with her standing this close. "Which cup is Evelyn's?"
"The Sanka. Everybody else takes coffee," he said.
He stared at her with widening eyes. Naomi produced a small vial and dumped a white powder into Evelyn's cup.
"Just Nembutal," she explained to Doug. "It'll help Evelyn sleep real deeply. She's all disturbed. But we won't tell her we're helping her get a good night's sleep, will we?"
Doug looked shocked, his eyes gleaming and he looked happy. He squeezed Naomi's round, firm behind and slapped her there.
"Hell, no, Naomi. We won't tell her a thing!" he cried in delight. "Maybe you ought to put rhr another ..."
"One's enough," the triumphant Naomi laughed.
It was a brisk fall night in Minneapolis. Shortly after the coffee was served, young Peter bundled up and traveled off into the night. Evelyn said she thought it was time to retire.
"You always watch the eleven o'clock news," Doug said observing her closely.
"Not tonight," said Evelyn. "Not the way you played cards."
"But you always insist on watching ... "
"It's bedtime," said Evelyn firmly, her eyes heavy-lidded as she headed for the circular staircase in the comfortable house ... \;.
In the guest room Naomi undressed with fingers that trembled. She no longer felt quite as suave and svelte as downstairs. She hadn't had sex with any man since the death of Fred over a year ago. She'd had a couple of bouts with her vibrator and that was about it. Even before Fred died,, their sex hadn't amounted to much.
Yet her future was on the line. She liked Doug. After all thirty wasn't too young, was it? It wasn't like she chased his young twenty-five year old assistant, Peter. She did want sex. That happy world had grown shadowy and indistinct in her mind.
She'd brought sheer white nylon pajamas that complemented her lustrous black hair. She felt almost like a whore, putting them on. Evelyn might pass up the dress, but would certainly raise an eyebrow about those pajamas ... if she ever saw them.
Naomi turned the lights low and opened her door a crack to peek down the hall and see what went on. The sleeping powder should 've put Evelyn out in twenty minutes, or less. It was much more than twenty minutes.
Doug stood in the hall, dressed in his pajamas, grinning at her, his eyes registering the excitement he felt in his loins.
Naomi tried to put on a pleasant smile but now that the action time was here, she felt scared. Guilty, too.
"Is she ... " she asked and broke off.
"Out like a light," said Doug. "I was already on my way ... "
He brushed past her into the room, going directly to the bed. Naomi closed the door and leaning against it, breathing sharply.
"Listen, Doug, I want to talk to you as well as ... "
He patted the place on the bed beside him.
"So let's talk."
"It has something to do with Fred. Something that might have happened before he died last year."
"Sure, Naomi. I didn't know him too well. Nor you either ... but I always wanted to, believe me!"
His eyes remained fixed on her luscious breasts, nipples outlined in the see through white nylon. She felt he spoke with a part of his mind. She eased down beside him. At once he reached for her hand and placed it on his pulsing penis in his pajamas. He was already half hard. She felt a forbidden thrill of excitement. She tried to remove her hand, but he pressed it directly on his cock and gave a happy sigh.
"Doug, I ... I'm a friend of Evelyn's really. I've never done anything ... "
"You think Inavel" he exploded. "You think I want to cheat on her? She's eaten her good looks away till I can't get excited about her, can't get it up. That's not my fault, or yours. For weeks, I've been going crazy ... "
They both paused for a moment as he forced her to pull his prick out of his pajamas. They both stared down at his throbbing cock. It was already erect and growing thicker. In Naomi's warm hand it grew larger, stiffening and stiffening some more until it strained, hard, red, virile looking. A drop of crystal-clear preseminal fluid oozed out of the extended hole.
"I ... get it up ... for you ... " he breathed.
There was no doubt that Naomi's body stirred him. Her firm flesh, her clear skin, her soft curves, and that white nylon outfit locked his cock tight.
Naomi felt her breath practically whistle in her throat as she actually held his erect, sex-ready penis in her hand after all this time.
"Doug, I ... I'm not a seducer ... I haven't been into sex. I ... I ... "
He put his hands on her soft shoulders as if afraid they would burn him, while his face revealed an ecstatic look.
"Me, neither," he said. "I've been masturbating. This is the first time . . . Oh," he went. He pressed his open palm against her full ripe breast, slick under the nylon. From his expression she knew he was telling her the truth. He was sex-crazy but repressed it, just like she had. He wasn't going to jump down her throat, scare her. He handled her softly, in wonder, as if this vision would vanish if he did the wrong thing. They were almost puritans, sitting there, with him pressing her breast and she lightly holding his rod. She felt enormously better.
"I'm forty-five, you're thirty, we're acting fifteen," she laughed.
"Body like yours . . . age really doesn't matter," he said. "Will you ... could you ... "
He pressed gently on her shoulders. She instantly understood. It was an excellent way for the both of them to re-enter the world of sex that had slipped away.
Her heart raced fast. Her cunt flowed and burned. Her head sank to his lap. She felt the smooth mushroom-shaped cock head sliding erotically in over her lips and then she could taste the male cock meat, rich in her mouth. Trembling, she held his shaft and worked the skin back and forth while she applied a near-forgotten suck technique.
"Ah ... uuu-weeeeeee," he gasped. "OH, THAT'S GOOD, NAOMI!"
His young loins undulated in fabulous pleasure as he flexed his sucked penis up into her hot mouth, savoring the wetness, the sensation of her inner body heat, and the pull-suction that stimulated every inch of his penis all the way to his swelling balls.
She came up, gasping herself from the first thrill-contact of her mouth with a hard prick:
"L-long time ... no cock suck," she quipped, trying to cover her embarrassed excitement with a weak joke. "You got it ... just k-keeo going," he begged eagerly.
She almost jumped out of her skin.
"Doug, oh, yesssssssl"
His hand had stroked around her shapely buttocks to feel and find, then to rub, her cunt. She felt a wildness, a driving desire that surprised her. It felt so good to have her sex stroked. At the same time she felt ashamed at the rich stain her cunt oils had put on her pajamas, and now his hand.
"Baby, you are hot!"
"We ... shouldn't do this ... to Evelyn," she gasped. "I feel so guilty!"
"You need it. I need it."
He snuggled his hand inside her thick, rich dark curls with only a touch of grey. The sexiness of this older woman astonished him. Thrilled him. He brought her head back to its unfinished business on his pecker.
"AHHHH," he sighed as he felt her mouth seize and suction once more on his overdue stiff-stander. "HEAVENNNNN!"
It had been ages, even when Fred was alive, since she'd eaten a male blade. But of course the good things about it hadn't changed since the days of the cavemen. She used her pink tongue to circle the ridge of his prick head, nibbling in between, and then grooving with her teeth. When she used her teeth the reddened skin went white for a few seconds and Doug gasped at the surge of pleasure. His sex nerves seemed crazed with happy sensations. His manhood was throbbing with powerful squeezes, but not with orgasm, not yet. A beautiful, glistening spread of crystal-clear preseminal fluid oozed up once more.
She used his silken honey to smear around the sensitive cock head with one finger as she ate down one side of his shaft. He tensed in pleasure.
"You can do it. Oh, Naomi, I'm on fire. I've got hot nuts baby. Suck me off!"
"Of course," she laughed. "Do you think I'm some stupid kid, afraid of the lovely sperm you're carrying?"
For some reason she flashed on her daughter, Veronica, and she wondered what Veronica was doing at this moment. Not having sex, that was for sure. Veronica, at twenty, was still a virgin, which sometimes made Naomi proud and other times made her contemptuous of her beautiful blonde daughter.
Let the younger generation wait for a while, she thought, thrilling. I've got a lot of sex mileage left.
"UH ... DOUG!" she gasped.
Doug, in his growing excitement, slid his hand inside of her soft white pajamas. He began to jack off her cunt, sinking a finger into her soft mass of sex, finding her clitoris, rubbing it, and opening her tunnel as her excited cunt oiled furiously at this rare chance to function. They both could hear the sexy slurping sound of her warm, wet sex flesh as it responded to his fingers as she moved her loins in rhythmic response.
"Ahhh, Doug, luv-leeee," she gasped.
She went back to his cock, dabbed at and nibbled his tight balls, and then resumed her luxurious suck on his delighted cock shaft. Once again she marveled at how she could control and excite a man's whole, huge body with just a little pressure and grooving on his sex tube.
Yet even as she pumped on his cock, her own thrills multiplied enormously. She was so hungry for this intimate love-sex contact! Like a human dying of thirst on the desert, suddenly finding an oasis. Those muscles in her cunt traced fiery joy throughout her loins as he fingered her.
"Doug, I CAN HARDLY ST-ST-STAND IT! AH, AH, AH," she went, dizzy with the pleasure. She humped like a silly little girl on his fingers, opening her cunt and her body to him, giving huge sighs of delight and tensing her buttocks to extract full joy from the friction. Her well-springs of sex juice flowed like a young river.
"Baby, you NEED IT," he cried happily, jazzing her cunt faster and faster.
"Oh, Doug. Oh, my God. You ... you ... sending me ... over ... " she whined.
She could no longer concentrate on sucking his prick. She grabbed his cock tight in her fist, feeling the silken blade slip sexily with its coating of her honey saliva, making him groan in pleasure.
"Go, you hot little bitch," he cried.
"I-I-I ... uh, uh, uh."
Her eyes got big with wonder as she plunged her body on his fingers feeling the reaming action tear her open in sweet, joyful motion. She hung there for long golden moments, holding his blade, riding on his fingers, giving up her femininity so long held in.
"Can ... can't believe this," she managed with an embarrassed laugh.
The only sounds in the room, were the wet, slippery sounds of her cunt being taken and her grunts of exquisite pleasure, plus his soft cries of surprise at the pleasures he gave her with simple masturbation.
She hit her orgasm in a rush. The feeling inside of her was one of heavenly swelling, opening, giving . . . and then her body locked in its taken ecstasy.
"AH ... YEEEEEEE," she cried out passionately.
All her muscles locked down without any volition on her part. Her legs and her butt tightened to incredible tension. Her belly broke. Throb* throb, throb. Her cunt seemed to jump and clip on his fingers with wrenching joy. She couldn't breathe as she gasped off her surrender.
"I ... OH, NOOO, TOOOOO MUCH. UH, UH, UH."
"OHHHH, AHHHHH," he whispered, relishing her jerking, hot bunts of orgasmic joy, driven by his fingers. He regretted now that he hadn't fucked this dish. He could've driven her right out of her skull and made her faint with his prick.
She passed her high peak of ecstasy and began to fall off with jerking throbs of pleasure as her orgasm tapered. She still had to grunt like an animal, but it got easier, and her panting eased, while her loins filled with the heavenly afterglow of being taken.
"Ahhhhh, sooo beautiful, Doug. I loved it, looooved it!"
"You've held yourself back too long," he said, squeezing her pelvic ridge in delight at her bold and open orgasm. Evelyn should have such fantastic orgasms. She never got this excited.
Naomi rolled free to rest for a few moments. Doug reverently took down her pajama pants, revealing the sweetly curved thighs and legs. Then he took off her top to drink in the picture of her entire nudity.
"You look sexier than I even thought you would," he told her.
His prick remained locked tight, almost purple with its congestion. It was so sensitive that he knew he could never fuck her now, much as he wanted to. If her swollen little cunt gripped his prick, he'd explode before he could get it halfway in her.
He ran his hands over her nudity, staring at the fast beat of her heart under the smooth skin, digging his hands into her ripe full breasts, stroking her as if he owned her. She was a dream. It was incredible to think she was fifteen years older than he. What a doll!
She smiled up at him shyly, moist from the super sex run he'd given her. '- /
"Well, do I pass inspection."
"World class," he muttered, hugging her and kissing her on the graceful throat. She was still breathing too fast to be able to kiss back. He stroked her long, lean body thinkings as he felt the warmth and fullness of her, how little he'd really known the Allisons.
True, he and Fred had bought a cabin together up in Northern Minnesota, but they'd used it on alternate weekends. It had been a business arrangement. Fred had not been an easy man to get close to. In fact there was only that one time they shared a confidence.
A warning bell went off in his mind. He hoped that Naomi wasn't going to bring that matter up'. . .
He'd seen her a few times back then. He thought she was a really sexy fox, but until recently these matters were only idle speculation ...
He pulled back while she took hold of his prick and resumed her cocksuck.
"Baby, it won't take long," he whispered.
His penis felt like he would scream with joy just to be touched. It had something to do with that luscious suck, plus putting the hot woman through her paces. He'd fantasized sex with another woman so much that he was white hot When the chance came.
"Oh, Naomi, THAT IS SEXXXY," he went as he began to fuck into her mouth.
She was all love business now, gingerly massaging his balls, sucking, tonguing and working up and down his shaft. He moaned and groaned, he twisted and gasped. He felt hot and shivery all over, his prick almost sore. Yet his selfish blade took and took a long couple of minutes rising, rising to the glory spill, even when he thought it had to come at once. Each bunt of his cock into Naomi's mouth brought a rush that wanted to carry him to climax, yet he surv* ^d to the next one.
Suddenly he gave a ble ;.
"HERE IT COMES! AHHHHH, MEEEEE!"
The hair on the back of his head prickled in the final locking of his muscles in ecstasy and the rush of delight. He gave a fierce, controlled laugh shooting off his first liquid load.
She took it and swallowed it and then he exploded into grunting shots of delirious joy, spending off for the first time in another woman's body than that of his wife. The pleasure and relief made him tense and rinse with maddened fury. A great part of the singing delight was her swift swallowing of his come, emptying him fully.
He held her head and gave himself up to the male delight of shooting his sperm into the body of a woman, in this case down her throat. It never even occurred to him to deep-throat her. She already took his jism, far back, and kept sucking so that he got the electric pleasure of feeling his cum shoot straight up from the depths., of his body through his shaft, into her mouth and down her throat.
"FUH ... FAAAB ... U ... LOUS," he groaned.
It felt like he pitched the boiling hot cream from the bottoms of his feet and that his guts rushed out to add pleasure, melting from the heat of this white-hot semen.
"MMMMMMM," she crooned, drinking and sucking.
"AHHHH, MEEEE, SOOOO GOOD," he laughed and gave up to the last thrill and spurt of his sex milking.
Emptied, glowing, he fell back to drift for long moments in the full euphoria of a perfect sex run. Once, only once in his work life as an insurance executive, had he cheated on Evelyn. It was a hooker at a convention, and she wasn't half what this was.
They laid there for long moments, each lost in his or her thoughts, she naked and he with his shorts forgotten around his ankles. It was as if having savored this dark, secret and lascivious adultery, they had to adjust to the fact that they had taken carnal knowledge of each other.
At last she sighed and said:
"There'was-a famous American artist, George Caleb Bingham. He did pictures of life on the Mississippi, back in the nineteenth century."
"Oh, yessss," said Doug, sitting up..He covered his face wearily with his hands.
"Some of them sold for big money," she went on. "I had a reason to look it up, Doug. One in New York sold recently for nine hundred and eighty thousand dollars. That's close to a million. It was called the "Jolly River-boatmen". There are others."
"I know, I know. The one you refer to was called "The Jolly Flatboatmen," not the "Riverboatmen". He also did political events on canvas. "County Election" is a famous one. He's one of Missouri's biggest artists of all time."
"He also did one called "Bargeman's Sunday." It was owned recently by a Chicago family ... and it was insured against theft by ... your firm and Fred's. Glacier Lake Insurance."
Doug looked at her in misery:
"Naomi, I hope you don't think- ... "
"It was stolen, Doug. The insurance was for two hundred thousand dollars. But Glacier Lake never paid two hundred thousand dollars. The picture was never recovered either . . . A week ago I got a call from a man named Harrison Clark ... -'
"Oh, goddam," said Doug.
"Doug," said Naomi, "Clark paid that two hundred thousand to the family that the picture was stolen from, not the insurance company. He agreed to pay four hundred thousand more for it. He never got the picture, and he never paid the money."
"Naomi ... "
"He wants the picture, Doug, I need that four hundred thousand dollars, I need itdesperately. Fred's life insurance money has nearly run out, and my chances of getting a job ... at forty-five, unskilled ... "
"Listen, girl, Fred was in Claims. I'm in Premiums. I ... "
"I'm desperate, Doug. It was Fred's legacy to me. Tell me the story ..."
CHAPTER TWO
Looking back on that fabulous but harrowing night with Naomi Allison two days later, Doug Sandstrom wondered if he should've told the dark-haired woman everything that he had told her. He was pretty sure that Fred had never meant that picture, or the money from it, to go to Naomi. If anything, Fred wanted it to go to the blonde young woman now at Doug's side ... Veronica Allison, twenty year old daughter of Fred and Naomi.
The problem was ... what had happened to that picture? He certainly didn't have it, and, in fact, Doug had never laid eyes on it. It was a screwy, wild deal that Fred, as Senior Claims Agent, worked out in hopes of buying the retirement farm he had always wanted. Fred didn't know then he was to die in a stupid auto accident in Minneapolis's first snow of last winter.
Doug had assumed that Fred had finished the project. He certainly wanted no part of it ... then. Now ... well, he wasn't so sure. That was why he and Fred's daughter ... and Naomi's daughter, too ... drove to the cabin in the Northern Minnesota woods. It was the cabin that he and Fred had bought jointly but always used separately.
Naomi had told him that other night that she had searched everywhere in her house for the picture she thought Fred had had when he died. She had also searched in the cabin. Doug, seeing her desperate mood, thought that her search could hardly have been thorough.
There was also the chance that young Veronica Allison knew about that picture, or that Fred had told her something that would bear on finding it.
"You don't live with your mother, then," he said to Veronica as they sped along towards the cabin.
"No," said Veronica. "Even before poor Dad was killed things weren't good at home. I was closer to him than her, and she always resented it. It's been worse since. I have my own apartment. I don't see much of her."
"I didn't even know you worked at Glacier Lake, Veronica, until I saw you in my assistant's office yesterday. Then I remembered I'd seen you a couple of times at the cabin."
"I want to sell insurance, Mr. Sandstrom. The best way to start is to work in the office as a clerk, I think. Maybe for a couple of years."
"A good idea. Uh ... you go to the cabin much? I mean, with your father?"
"Not too much. He wanted it to get away from people. Even Mom and me, sometimes. That's why we never really knew you or your wife, even when he owned it with you."
He explained that four men originally had planned to buy it. Then one dropped out, and Fred fought with the other and bought him out. "So my part's only a third, really," he finished.
They drove in silence for a while as he tried to think of some way to ask the question he really wanted to ask ... if she knew anything about the Bingham picture, the missing canvas.
He felt intensely aware of the girl's presence. She did not have her mother's direct sexuality. She was blonde where Naomi was dark-haired. Veronica's face was more circular than Naomi's, with a cute, turned up nose. She had a beautiful mouth and her mother's lustrous skin. Her figure was more rounded, softer than her mother's, almost voluptuous. She had elegant breasts, thighs, hips and legs and a chubby butt that wouldn't stop.
It tickled Doug to think he'd had sex with this girl's mother and she didn't know it. Wouldn't it be great if he could get a little something on with the daughter too? What man didn't have the fantasy of screwing both a mother and a daughter, especially when they had the looks of this pair, Naomi and Veronica. Both had those healthy, attractive bodies that came from good Swedish Minnesota stock. Of course he dare not approach the girl. Peter, his assistant, was the girl's weekend date and would be up to the cabin tomorrow if not tonight. It was Friday night.
They drove through the glacial hills of northern
Minnesota, thick with forest, drawing in the sharp, tangy air of unpolluted outdoors. They drew close to the cabin, so he had to get on with the business of the picture.
He went directly to it:
"Veronica, did your father ever say anything to you about a valuable picture that he had access to? It was done by ah artist named George Caleb Bingham and it's worth several thousand dollars."
She gave him a strange look. "Funny you should mention that. Just before he died he was all excited about some big deal he had going. He always wanted to buy a farm to retire on, you know. Could that be it?"
He felt disappointed. Apparently she knew nothing of the Bingham. He said it might be. He said her mother had asked about it, and he might have a close look around the cabin ... in case Fred might've stashed it there, or left some evidence. To his surprise, Veronica seemed totally uninterested in the subject. He became aware that she was nervous, lighting cigarettes, putting them out, twisting her hands, clearing her throat but not speaking.
They came to the small village, the last stop before the cabin. As they swung through the streets, the big intrastate bus was just pulling out. Veronica suddenly said: "STOP!"
Puzzled, Doug eased the car to a stop before the general store. She looked at him with troubled blue eyes.
"Mr. Sandstrom, I've come up here under false pretenses. I invited myself, and you were kind enough not to ask questions. Peter's coming up tomorrow, not tonight..."
Her voice trailed off and she looked miserable.
"Mr. Sandstrom, do I look like a virgin?"
He was so startled that his jaw literally dropped.
"Veronica, I ... I'm not sure what a virgin's supposed to look like. Uh ... you have a sweet, innocent look, I guess."
"Well, I am a virgin, but I'm tired of it. I'm falling in love with Peter, your assistant. It would kill me if we would do something this weekend, and he'd find out I was a virgin"
"It would?" he squeaked.
The whole tenor of the conversation stunned him. He flashed back to that other stunning surprise a couple of days before when this girl's mother had suddenly offered herself, during the bridge night.
"Mr. Sandstrom these days you don't tell a boy you're a virgin. That's supposed to be over with in high school. He figures if you're still a virgin, you're out to get married^to him, hook him. Or if you're twenty and still plugged there's something wrong with you."
"Is ... that ... r-r-right?" he stuttered.
"I ... I had the crazy idea I could have some sex tonight. Then tomorrow Peter wouldn't know. That's why I invited myself on your ride up here. Now I see how dumb that is. I thought things would just ... happen ... but ... you're too nice a man, now that we've talked, and you're married and my mother plays bridge with your wife, everything."
He just stared at her. He began to get a warm feeling in his cock.
"So put me on the bus back to Minneapolis. You can run it down at the next stop. It was a weird idea, and I apologize."
"You ... me ... sex ... " he stuttered.
"Oh, I LIKE you. I really do. I really wasn't trying to use you. But I need an older man who knows ... what to do, is all. I just thought ... "
He almost went out of his mind in delight. A few days ago his own sex life was so screwed up that he was ready to cut his throat, the way Evelyn was. Then came that fabulous night of oral sex with Naomi. At best he'd hoped to sneak another date with her, possible because Evelyn liked her bridge-playing. Now this.
"Oh, sure," he said, "sure I could help. Whatever."
He started the car again, his spirits singing.
She rushed on in her compulsive confession:
"People are so dumb about sex. All the books say you have to learn about it. You know ... stop ... ask questions ... make mistakes. You should do all that before you go with someone you really love, so it's automatic and you can really enjoy it then. Once I read about a tribe somewhere ... the old men taught the young girls and the old women taught the young men. That makes sense to me."
"That makes sensel" he cried. "Does it ever."
She was blushing, but she suddenly looked at him with sparkling eyes and laughed.
"You're going the wrong way, Mr. Sandstrom ... Doug. You're following the bus!"
He swerved in a fast U turn and headed back for the cabin.
"Baby," he breathed, "you're just like your father. You think things through!"
All of the way through dinner they were both too nervous to act normally. Doug kept dropping things and muttering. Veronica babbled on about all the books on sex she'd read. When they sat down to eat, Doug took three mouthsful and then cried:
"Well, I guess it's time to do the dishes and think about bed!"
She leaned back once again and laughed.
"We are a pair, Doug. Look at this dinner. Three different kinds of beans and scrambled eggs; I guess we should just get to the main thing and worry about eating later."
"Yes. I should be making it smooth, not jumping around like a nervous cat."
"Is it really all right if you cheat on your wife?"
"Ronnie, I HAVE to cheat on her. I'll explain that someday. Come on ... "
He was afraid that Evelyn might drive up to the cabin. He'd told her earlier that he was coming up with Naomi Allison to look the place over and think about selling it, because Naomi needed the money. For some reason, Evelyn trusted Naomi and wasn't the least bit suspicious.
He'd forgotten Naomi's other appeal for Evelyn.. Just before he left, Evelyn said:
"I might drive up to the cabin myself, Doug. Tonight. If Naomi's there, we might find a fourth for bridge."
That was possible, of course. In these days of the popularity of snowmobiles and skiing, half the cabins were occupied whenever the roads were open. Minnesota didn't have the mountains for skiing, but there were plenty of cross-country ski buffs . . ...
Doug could hardly believe that Evelyn would give up her comfortable place by the fire and in front of the TV on a cold night like this. There'd already been one light snow. Bilt Evelyn had surprised him before.
Every time car lights flashed across the cabin windows he cringed. All he could think about was his tremendous luck ... and what a shame it would be if he lost this chance.
He quickly went into one of the bedrooms and stripped. A few moments later Veronica entered shyly, dressed in a robe. He hugged her and kissed her passionately. She wouldn't open her mouth and pulled back.
"Doug ... do we have to kiss?"
"It's one way of getting to know one another," he insisted. He felt settled down now, ready to enjoy his bonanza hugely.
He opened her robe and gasped at her girlish beauty. She still wore her bra and panties but there was plenty of gleaming skin, soft curves, pink flesh, all so appealing.
"Do you have to look at me?" she complained.
He could see how scared she was. Her voice was too high and her eyes opening wide, her breathing becoming fast.
"Yes, and you must look at me, dear. Look at my huge penis. Look at my cock!"
He'd been hard since undressing. The very idea of taking the virginity of this luscious blonde turned his prick into iron.
Her eyes darted down and then up again. She blushed.
"It doesn't b-b-bother me. It doesn't scare me. I've read lots of books. I've seen hundreds of pictures." There was a fast pulse at her throat and she closed her eyes and for an instant her body swayed. He led her to the bed.
"Are you all right?"
"I ... feel a little sick."
"Lay down. Masturbate."
"What?"
"You're not ready for my body. You must make your own comfortable. You do know how to masturbate, don't you?"
"Of course."
She opened her legs slightly and began to rub inside her glistening pink pussy. Doug took one look at those soft inner thighs, her vagina outlined in the panties. The little filly would be the prime fuck soon.
"Open your mouth," he demanded.
"What?"
He smoothly ran two fingers in over her silken lips.
"Suck on my fingers. We're going to have oral sex first so you can get used to me."
"MMMMMMM ."
She rolled her eyes but sucked on his fingers. It was real sexy feeling around in the girl's hot mouth, her soft inner cheeks, her teeth, her slippery little tongue. He pinched her tongue, drawing the pink, wet organ out of her mouth.
"MRAWRRRR," she protested.
"That devil tongue alone will turn your lovers on fire," he laughed.
After she'd sucked for a minute, he reached down and placed her hands inside her panties. Then he slid off that covering. It was all right because her hand covered her pelvic ridge and cunt as she gently jogged herself. She lifted -her ass in a regular rhythm while her eyes began to glaze.
He stretched out beside her, his loins next to her shoulders.
"Close your eyes, Veronica. Open your mouth."
"Oh, D-Doug ... "
"Do it!"
She did so. He grasped her head, turned it and fed his cock into her mouth. He felt her teeth, her tongue, her heat and thrilled. She jerked as if she'd been shot. She spewed his cock out. _"Oh, Doug, I CAN'T!"
"We'll see."
He reached over and pulled her body up on its side. He removed her hand from her vagina. He saw sweet, swollen cunt lips and gleaming juices. He plunged his mouth onto her sex fountain.
"DOUG!" she screamed. "YOU'RE ... EATING ... MEEE ... MY BOX!"
"Heavenly days!" he laughed. He turned to grin at her up her body, his lower face smeared with her cunt juices. "You smell-taste ... gorgeous!"
He plunged his mouth back on her pussy, inhaling the sweet flavors of her girlhood, seeking her clitoris. When he found it she began to hump on his face.
"DOUG ... IT'S TOO EM ... BARRASSING! OH, OH, OH."
"It's all right," he soothed her. "It's supposed to feel good."
He split her cunt lips with his tongue and relished slick young tissue. He felt inside her. THERE IT WAS. She had a strong hymen. She was a virgin, all right. He began to work her cunt expertly the way Evelyn liked it, or used to like it.
He sucked hard, as if to pull her cunt out of her body. She gasped in pleasure. He split her lips open and drubbed her clit, making her quiver and bunt against his mouth. He inhaled a circle of flesh around her, clit, gently brushing her main sex nerve with his tongue while she grunted in awed pleasure.
"Doug. Oh, my heavens. It does feel so good. Oh, I didn 't realize ... girls got eaten."
"Wasn't ... mmmm ... that in your books."
"Doug ... for heaven's sake. It feels TOO GOOD!"
He had her whole body going now. As the newness of the sex lock wore off, the pleasure began to get to her ... .
Veronica had feared her first sex almost as much as a major operation. She knew her background was different than most girls. Her father had impressed the need for chastity on her all the way through high school, and she believed him. When the others did, she didn't. Then about two years ago, when she was eighteen, had come that odd, weird, extremely sexy episode with her father. It was only that one time, yet even as she cherished it, it made her fear men and their rigid cocks.
She turned to books about sex, reading and thinking about it, discussing it. She masturbated heavily and worried ... not about the masturbation. The books reassured her on that, saying she couldn't love the bodies of others until she learned to love the sensations of her own body.
Debbie Payne, a co-worker at Glacier Lake, turned her around some.
"Look Veronica, you're a mental type, maybe just a little cold. So there's nothing wrong with that. Too many chicks run around with soft wet cunts looking for some idiot's ballbat. You won't get trapped."
"But, Debbie, someday I've got to do-something ... "
"Sure. .In your own way. Pick some guy that's understanding. Tell him you want to learn about sex without a lot of gushy sentiment. Pick an older guy. Go at it like learning to sew a dress. That's your natural way."
She'd done just that, and it was working fine. For the first time in her life she had a guy's mouth right on her clit. The way he slurped up her juices and swallowed them, smacking his lips and going "ahhh!" excited her. The pressure on her clit sent lusty fires flaring up and down her belly and thighs. She felt her body achieve a heavenly heat. She felt her nipples swell and she felt a sweet desire to go forward, not pull back.
"Ahhh, meeee, we're doing it, Doug."
"All the way, child. You'll be a super great lover."
She felt him unfasten her bra, push it loose. She felt his excitement as one hand began to knead her big breasts. She had good ones, that was a fact. High. Perfectly round. The aureoles were a blushing pink and the young nipples strained up in the glory of a deeper pink. Her breasts were hot and sensitive, thrilling her as Doug played with them.
She was pleased at his compliment that she'd be a great lover. She was feeling hotter and more animal, the way the books said. She had had a deep, disturbing fear that she'd be a woman who couldn't have orgasms. Cold. The way her body shivered and quivered, the way she held that sexy secret inside of her, she wanted to laugh in relief. She was not cold. She was going to explode into a fantastic orgasm.
"Ahh, Doug, I ... eee ... "
It felt so good she just had to do something with her hands. She reached out. She found Doug's stiff, hot cock. She stuffed it into her mouth.
"AHHH, BABEEEE," he yelped in pleasure.
It scared her and it pleased her with the taste of human meat in her mouth and his quick thrusts of pleasure. She sucked hard. He howled.
"Veronica ... feels ... great ... but not so hard. Easier, dolllll."
She giggled happily around his prick stuffed in her face. You learned something new every few seconds in this fascinating, pleasure-filled game. She concentrated on pleasing the big penis that no longer scared her and in savoring the rich, rich feelings that suffused her belly. Oh, her lover did know how to please her cunt.
Her embarrassed pushes became strong belly bucks of delight as he reamed her cunt. She was forced to grunt in her pleasure. She got dizzy from his ministrations and then began to go wild with the unending rise of pleasure sensations. In some ways it frightened her to feel her body want to lock in a crazy paralysis, as if she didn't know what would happen after that. It was shivery, scarey to give up her body to these overpowering sensations.
"Doug ... maybe we ... should rest a while," she gasped.
He just kept right on eating her cunt. She quickly saw why. Her soft thighs pressed tightly around his head as he ate her cunt. He couldn't possibly hear a word she said. It felt too good for her to be able to open her legs. His tongue was a small, wet animal that drove her high with continuous streaks of joy.
She felt the beginning contractions throughout her belly. The madness was upon her, a glorious seizure that demanded she give up her body and her sexuality.
"Oh ... my goodness. I ... CAN'T ... STOP IT!" she moaned. "Oh-HAH! Oh ... HAH!"
The ultimate seizure of flooding pleasure locked all her muscles. She strained up, whining. "Ah-eh, ah-eh, ah-eh," she sang.
"OOOOOOOOOO."
She didn't recognize the voice as her own. There was an animal wildness that scared her. But she tensed completely ... then caught her breasts at the last second and dug her palms in and went over the waterfall of joy.
Her cunt locked, quaking in searing joy and tension-relief. It was as if her empty cunt kneaded and squeezed down on itself in wild, happy feeling, with spasm after spasm while she grunted and the rest of her body jerked.
"SOOOO ... GOOOD," she cried, giving it all up.
Her excitement had been so high that she went into a spent daze after her releasing orgasm began to ease. She glowed throughout her body as she gave off occasional late quakes in diminishing runs to finish her trip. Glorious!
"I CAN HAVE ORGASMS!" she cried, at last able to let her legs fall free of Doug's head.
He heard that.
"Oh, yes, you can young lady. Wild, happy ones," he said. "You're a lot sexier than you think you are. Maybe the books helped."
She laughed in happy relief at the success of her first real sex with a man. Somehow that time with her father didn't count.
"Maybe. You helped the most. Doug, thank you. You were magnificent."
He stretched out on the bed. His big prick still stood up, red and hard.
"Now's your chance to be magnificent, Veronica."
She laughed and boldly seized his rod. The fact that he'd reamed her pussy with his mouth made it all right for her to ream his cock the same wonderful way.
Admitted now to the secret world of adult sexuality, she no longer feared the proud jabber. She took it in her hand, feeling its heat, studying its odd construction. Above two full round balls, it jutted out from his belly .at an angle. The skin seemed tighter on the top of the cock shaft than the underside, It gleamed as if it had been oiled. She guessed that was the tightness of the skin. Big veins vanished into the rigid muscle interior. The spear-shaped head looked slightly darker than the rest of the prick. It was near purple right now. It had a hooded, snake's head look that she guessed gave a slight touch of menace that added to excitement.
The tight skin slipped smoothly in her hand. It had a vague meat taste when she slid it into her mouth. The pleasure nerves had to be fantastic, because as she sucked, Doug gasped, made quick little bunt movements and sighed happily.
"Can't l-last long, Ronnie," he said. "1 get too hot ... when I see a woman go ... make a woman go. You went terrifically."
It was exactly like that night with Veronica's mother. His prick was almost sore with pleasure. The only way he could think of it was as a LATE feeling, one of being overdone, so that the slightest touch would make him lock and spurt a gallon of jism.
Yet as Veronica resumed cocksucking, his lever was not tripped. His seed continued to boil deliciously inside of him, white-hot but still sealed in. These were the highest, juiciest moments of sex for him. His body felt fully alive, his nerves screwed tight to a delightful pitch, his manhood extending and about to burst.
He instructed Veronica as long as he could ... teaching her how to use her tongue inside and outside of her mouth, curling around his cock head. -He showed her how to use her teeth to add to his pleasure ... not too hard, not too soft. He taught her how to stroke the base of his shaft while she ate the top ... how to fondle his balls gently, how she could even take each sac into her mouth and give him pleasure if she were extremely careful.
A hot wire suddenly shot to life all up and down his backbone and his body.
"OH, AHHHHH! HERE IT C-C-COMES," he warned her. "YOU HAVE TO D-D-DEE ... DRINK ... UH ... IT."
That had never occurred to her. She bravely held on as she felt him wince at the surge of ultimate pleasure and then his belly muscles went hard. He gave a wounding groan of pleasure.
"NOW!" he gasped with intense feeling.
His first burst of cum boiled into her mouth. She felt the body-hot liquid grease her mouth and down her throat it went. Her mouth filled again as he whined in pleasure. She drank that. And he spurted again and again, emptying his huge load from his balls.
All at once she couldn't handle it any more. It tasted sooo-good! There was a starchy, acid tang to it. She realized what she was doing ... drinking a man's cock products, his lifestuff, which scared her. She had to release the spuming cock.
It didn't matter that much to Doug's pleasure. She still held his cock with one hand and jacked him off as he continued to ejaculate. He'd had the thrill of those first spurts going down her throat.
It was deliciously comical to watch her face as he experienced his finishing gouts of joy. She held the cock and stared at it as if witnessing a miracle. His stuff squirted on her soft cheeks, making her blink, but she was so fascinated she didn't even try to get out of the way.
At last he finished and gave a great sigh of relief.
"Almost perfect, Veronica. Next time you'll drink it all."
"Of course." She reached for a tissue and wiped it off her cheeks.
She stared at her hand. The last spurts had barely cleared his prick hole and the grey-white sperm oozed down her hand. She let go of his cock, brought her hand to her mouth and licked the stuff off, curious and still absorbed. It was so sexy, to see the virgin young girl licking his jism off her hand that he almost spurted some more.
"Veronica, Veronica," he laughed. "You're a real sex buff."
She looked up at his face in surprise, then laughed.
"Well, it is my first time."
Car lights swept across the window. This time they did not vanish. They locked on the window.
Doug jumped up, going for his clothes.
"Jesus Christ, I was afraid of that. My wife! She threatened to come up here."
"Does she know I'm here?" Veronica asked, also jumping for her clothes.
"No," he said in misery, remembering the lie he'd told Evelyn about Naomi being up here.
"Then I'll duck out the back," she said flatly. "There's a nine o'clock bus going back to Minneapolis from the village. Remember? It's not much more than a mile walk to the village and not that cold ... not for a Minnesota Swede!"
She dressed rapidly, grabbing her small overnight case. Doug didn't want her to go, but the fun was over, for sure, for tonight. It would be better if Evelyn found him alone. Fortunately it took Evelyn a good five minutes to back and fill, to park in front of the cabin. It was hard enough with one car, on account of the tree stumps. For the second car, it took time.
Veronica scooted to the back door. Doug gave her a quick kiss and she disappeared into the night. He breathed a sigh of relief, made a stab at changing the dishes for the dinner they'd never eaten to obscure the fact that there'd been two people and was reasonably composed when the door opened.
It was not Evelyn who walked through the door. When he saw who it was he was doubly thankful that Veronica had escaped. It was her mother ... Naomi instead!
CHAPTER THREE
"Uh ... Naomi," he said in a not very stirring greeting.
She wore her fur coat, light-colored, and boots and a golden jump suit underneath. With the sparkle the full night put in her eyes and the blush from the tangy weather on'her cheeks, she looked about twenty-five * not at all like the mother of the young blonde who'd just left by the rear door.
"I heard I was up here with you," she said. "I thought it was an interesting idea, so I turned it into reality."
"From ... from Evelyn?" he gulped.
"Yes. But you are not to worry, my dear Doug." There was some sarcasm in her voice. "I covered for you. I pretended I was calling from the village. Then I came on up. What was it you told your wife? That we were to discuss selling this place because I'm short on money. At least that's true ... the money shortage."
"I was only ... I was just ... "
"Looking for that picture that Fred hid," she finished. "Why don't I join you in that project, dear man? Especially since it's my picture anyway. We could share, you know."
"Now, Naomi, you sound hostile."
"Just an ordinary widow, trying to get along. It's easy to get a job ... at two dollars an hour, which is just enough to assure me losing the money I do have saved, by having to supplement my monthly costs. And keep me off welfare until I really go broke."
"I know it's been difficult."
"I'm not complaining, Doug." She examined the table and the mess of food that sat there. She tasted some of the eggs. "It just seems strange that my daughter, with no more work experience than I, can make three times what I make. The only difference is that she's twenty and I'm forty-five. Your company ... all companies ... will pay any price for youth."
"I would hope so, it being Fred's deal alone." She sank into a chair and her face deflated. "I'm being a harpy. I'm sorry, Doug. I am a little desperate for money. When these people called me and wanted to buy the picture that Fred was supposed to have sold them, I'll admit I got excited."
"How come they waited so long."
"Mr. Clark wanted to be sure there were no repercussions from Fred's death. He figured it might show up in the estate, or it might not and that would take a year to settle. If he asked questions too soon, it might get him into trouble. Could it?"
Doug sank down in a chair, beginning to relax himself.
"I don't think so, Naomi. Let me tell you what I suspect happened. It would account for all the facts and tell us how to proceed."
His theory was that Fred had run into a piece of luck when he went to the family that owned the "Bargeman" picture and told them it was time to renew the insurance on it. First of all, the picture was underinsured. With inflation it was worth two or even three times the original two hundred thousand insurance ... especially with inflation-fighters buying so much gold, diamonds and art objects these days.
The man who'd bought and held onto the picture was dead. His heirs cared neither about the picture nor did they want to pay the premiums on insurance. The son wanted his money working, not stuck on a piece of canvas on a wall. Yet he didn't trust art dealers. Nor want to take the time to study up on it. That was where Fred saw a chance to make some dollars.
Apparently he found a hot buyer in the shape of a Chicago millionaire. The man was willing to pay six hundred and fifty thousand for the picture. Fred went back to the reckless, indifferent son and offered two hundred and fifty thousand. The non-artistic young man grabbed the deal. He gave Fred the picture and a bill of sale. Fred got two hundred and fifty thousand from the Chicago man.
"I know he had a hot, secret trip to Chicago," Naomi nodded.
"Showed the picture to be authenticated by some expert to satisfy Harrison Clark, showed the bill of sale, but not the signature. He had to keep the seller secret so they wouldn't deal around him," said Doug. "Then he got the two hundred and fifty grand from Harrison Clark and paid off the old owner."
"But why didn't he complete the deal and pocket the other four hundred thousand?" asked Naomi.
Doug thought there might be two reasons. One was he wanted the payment made in such a way as to avoid taxes for himself. A big tax bite could eat up half the proceeds on such a lump sum. Or else, excited by the easy money, he looked around for an even more willing buyer.
"After all," Doug said, "he must have known that a Bingham had gone for a lot more, almost a million. If he could only find an eight hundred thousand buyer, he could pay off Clark and tell him 'tough luck'."
"Fred would do that," said Naomi. "When it came to that retirement farm, he was obviously out for blood. He probably held it, stalling Clark as long as he could, don't you think."
"Yes. Fred as Senior Claims Agent knew his way around the Midwest art world. He'd know other rich collectors, or dealers."
"But he got killed in that car accident before he could find somebody else, or deliver to Harrison Clark. So the picture and bill of sale are where he hid them . . . But how'd you know he was up to something, Doug?"
"He had to tell me. He saw one weakness in his plan. If one of our eager salesman went to the original owner to re-insure the salesman would tip the son that his picture was way underpriced. He didn't want any insurance salesman talking to the original owner."
"You helped?"
Doug shrugged. "Of course. It wasn't illegal. We'd get our own as a company if we could sell a higher in- surance policy to the new owner. So I buried the policy expiration at his request. That was all."
They sat in silence, listening to the soft moan of the wind in the pines outside, thinking about Fred Allison's' big operation of a year ago and how close he came to pulling it off.
"Uh, Naomi," said Doug. "You know you're on the hook to Harrison Clark. After all, Fred borrowed two hundred and fifty thousand from him. There has to be a note, probably a year note, just about due to expire. You'll have to give back two hundred and fifty thousand ... or produce the picture and bill of sale ... or else ... "
"Or else ... what?" wailed Naomi.
"Clark can grab all of your assets. Your house, which is probably only worth fifty thousand, your car, your savings account ... whatever Fred left you."
Naomi jumped up.
"We've GOT to find that picture, Doug. I'll cut you in on part of it."
"So Clark did threaten you."
"Yes; He said about what you said. It was a no-interest loan, but it's already due. He gave me a month to return his money or he'd go to cOurt."
"Let's start looking," said Doug. He'd already decided what he wanted if he could find that picture. A hundred thousand would be enough. He had his reasons for wanting that. Three hundred thousand would be enough to set up Naomi for her older years . . .
They made a thorough search of the cabin lasting until midnight. During that time, Naomi found that Doug showed more and more interest in her and less and less in the search. At first his advances were verbal, but as the time passed he got more and more physical.
"Look, Doug," she finally told him, "if we're going to be partners in the search for the picture, let's not complicate it with other things."
"Naomi," he said, his eyes glittering in hope, "that other night was so great."
"I was all shook up then, confused," she explained.
She'd gone through three phases after the great oral sex with Doug. At first she was deeply excited to think she was still so attractive to turn Doug on, as well as delighted to find that she enjoyed sex even more than she used to.
The next day, shopping with Evelyn, guilt set in. She tried to find out what was wrong between Evelyn and Doug.
"Men want sex all the fucking time, Evelyn shook her head in despair. "After six years it's time Doug grew up a little. I let myself get fat to cool him down. When I'm ready I'll go slim and then we'll have children. If you don't control it, men will stay selfish boys."
"But isn't that chancey? Doug's very attractive."
"Oh, Doug has a young girl friend from the office," said Evelyn loftily. "I'm sure of that. These insurance companies are loaded with young women, hot to trot."
"You don't mind his adultery?" gasped Naomi.
"Of course I mind it. It's part of my plan, though. I'm giving him a short, sweet fling. Then I'll catch him and really scare him white. He'll toe the line for years. Let 'em take a short fling, pull 'em back. That's more effective than wearing it out until they leave in boredom."
"But, Evelyn, you're only thirty, and ... "
"Twenty-nine," snapped the fat woman.
Naomi felt less guilty. Tonight she was sure Doug had his young woman here in the cabin. That crazy meal, the messed up bed, his nervousness. She wondered who it was. Probably one of the insurance girls, who'd taken off like a bat out of hell while Naomi was parking her car. She could easily walk to the village and hole up there, or even take a bus back down the pike.
The idea of having sex with Doug turned her on more and more. Imagine plucking his penis when he already had a sweet young thing to play with! It meant she could have some jollies piggy-back to the other affair with Evelyn never finding out! Also, what a boost to the ego to harvest young Doug at her age behind the young girl's back. As the fruitless search began to bore her, she felt delicious anticipations all through her belly and thighs.
Doug was ahead of her on feeling high. He realized he had a priceless chance to score on the sexy mother of the girl who'd sucked him ... on the same night, in the same bed. Was he nuts to get excited about that? He didn't think so ... he'd want Naomi even if she were a stranger. He got half-hard and panting just to be around the luscious brunette.
At last he threw an arm around her shoulder and squeezed.her breast in the jumpsuit.
"Naomi, I'm crazy about you. We'll never have another chance like this-"
"Out of the question," she snapped. "I'm going to bed."
She marched into the bedroom he'd used with his young lover and shut the door. She undressed feeling a little dizzy, hot, and juicy between her legs. It was going to be more than oral tonight. For the first time in ages she was going to make the whole trip. She got into bed, shaking a little, feeling weak in the knees. Already there was a series of hot streaks shooting up her belly. She could almost feel him inside of her.
She began to rub her cunt, moaning a little. She felt good. Sex had put zest back into her life!
He gave one tap as he opened the door and stood there looking at her, dressed only in his shorts. His cock lump was bigger than normal.
"Naomi, kee ... uh ... can I get you a glass of water?"
The sight of her brought his cock slowly to attention. Her dark hair was a mass of tumbled curls, her face soft, her mouth sensual. One naked breast was exposed out of the covers, the nipple rock hard. Under the covers her hand moved sexily between her legs as she worked herself, not hiding her arching, sinuous movements.
"Bring a glass of wa ... water," she said.
He was back so fast with the water it didn't seem as if he'd left. He came right up to the bed, set it down and pulled the covers free. Her inner thighs gleamed with her oily womanhood. Her pink cunt was swollen. Her eyes looked glazed.
"Damn you, you're tricky," he said. He climbed into bed with her.
"A woman ... has to know ... you really ... want it," she managed.
His cock was rock hard as he grabbed her.
She shook him loose.
"We've got all nighVyou ruthless young adulterer. A woman wants love attention, romance, not quick push-pull."
"Baby, I'm so hot," he murmured.
He hugged her, kissing, feeling one of her tits. She was even hotter. She almost expired to feel his sexy young body, plastered hot to hers, that marvelous prick digging at her soft, supple belly, his eager tongue jamming inside of her lips. The pressure on her nipple crazed her.
"Doug, Doug ... I think I'm-ah ... going to COME!" she cried.
"But you said you wanted love play," he said, breaking off the kiss, working her breast, thrilling her out of her mind.
"YOU STUPID YOUNG OAF ... " she cried out. "FUCK ME!"
He murmured his confusion and annoyance and quickly mounted her. He found her hot, slippery cunt and dug his cock in. Her eyes opened wide as she felt his prick violation, felt the sweet friction opening her white-hot channel. She arched up gasping.
"Why ... why ... you get me so hot ... fondling all evening ... oh, Doug!"
He looked down on her naked body, the big breasts, the gleaming skin, the slack mouth, the staring, hot eyes. He felt the tremendous, hot clutch of her eager vagina. She undulated incredibly on his prick, sending furious thrills up his belly.
"GOT TO ... GOT TO ... " she gasped. "OHHHHHHHHHH!"
He almost came himself to feel her excitement. She gyrated up, hard against his pelvis, locked her loins and gave her sex up to him. Strong, feminine throbs squeezed on his cock while she whimpered her delight.
"YOUNG PRICK!" she exulted. "YOUNG PRICK!"
She panted like the hot bitch she was and gave his prick exquisite gloving spasms that heated him to high, instant pleasure. Never in his life had he touched a woman who came so quickly and easily. It made him feel like the king of the world to fuck her to glory with such few prick thrusts. My God, he must turn her on like fury.
He laughed and hugged her, savoring her intense heat and her pleasure distress as she squirmed in taken splendor under the drive of his rod.
"Naomi, you dig younger guys," he said. "I'm beginning to think I dig older women."
"You ... think I like ... this?" she gasped. "You'll destroy my life ... I can't help ... crazy for your hard cock ... what it does. Oh, oh, oh, that feels so great."
"You hate this?" he asked, astonished.
"Of course ... I hate it ... your power ... " she managed.
She tapered and relaxed, moist and supple in his arms. He'd never had an experience like this. Most young women were either casual or mouthed cliche words. All he could think of with Naomi was 'sex slave'.
He fucked her faster, relishing the passive acceptance she gave him with growing delight. Imagine having such dominance over a woman that she had to give up her cunt to him even when it scared her and she didn't want to.
His cock felt priceless, frictioning into the cunt of this older woman. He'd found a real treasure. His sex problems were over. t
He kissed her cheeks and chin tenderly.
"I promise I won't hurt you, Naomi."
She turned her head away.
"You'll screw me until I have to have it ... then drop me, Doug."
"No, no."
He pulled her head back and forced his tongue into her resisting mouth. She made a strangled sound in her throat and took it, as he rammed it deep. He wanted to use her completely, get inside her hot, wanting body and explode his maleness into her. Not to hurt her, but to make her scream with pleasure, locked to him for physical joy, not pain.
Evelyn had ego. Most women had ego, holding back and rejecting even when you fucked them. This woman had none. She was as much his as the fingers on his hand or the toes on his feet. The sensation of owning totally her luscious, naked body made him thrust and fuck wildly.
"Maybe I get stuck ... like it too much ... " he gasped.
"N-no. You already got ... young lover," she said.
He almost came when she said that. In this very bed he'd tossed a young girl hours before, this very woman's young daughter.
"That's a lie!" he said, drilling her faster.
"Smelled perfume ... when I came in ... found lip gloss in the bathroom."
"No way," he insisted.
Yet even that made him hotter to explode in her tight belly. The fact that she knew he had another woman and still had to open her legs for him excited him intensely. This Naomi was the prize fuck of his life, that was for sure.
He felt her rise again to his plunging prick.
"Oh, Doug ... you make me come ... again," she complained.
"Enjoy it, Naomi. Live it up. You haven't been loved much lately."
She felt scared now. The sex had turned out to be more intense, more exciting than she'd expected. In her monogamous life, she hadn't been so thrilled in years. That hard, relentless prick quickly took her measure and continued to enslave her with incredible friction that creamed her whole body. She'd never felt so fucked in her earlier sex life. Maybe she was gone on young lovers.
She began grunting and twisting.
"Nothing ... should feel so ... goooooooooood," she breathed.
"You haven't got the attention you ... ah, ah-needed, baby," he said.
She felt weak and dizzy from the ruthless manhood ravaging her. She felt as if her body slowly turned into a crazed clit, going high on the plunging blade that would drive her out of her mind.
He sucked her bosoms again, increasing her sensitive delights, making her rock under him and-moan. The new orgasm started and grew with astonishing speed.
"I think ... I have to ... " she gasped.
Doug lived in seventh heaven. An orgasmic woman was a totally different kind of sex. Her yielding body, her gasps, tremors and shivers, made him feel as if his prick was ten feet long and made of steel ... except that the pleasure nerves were also gigantic. He felt orgasmic wildness sweep up his body. He simply fucked her faster, licking her tits, clutching her as if she were a life-jacket in a drowning situation. He gave into the total, glazed rapture in his prick, balls and belly.
They rocked and tore and plunged on each other for golden seconds.
"AWWWWWW, DOUG!" she screamed.
She gave a cry of total pleasure wounding. She locked and froze oh his prick, emitting a series of happy whimpers.
He went over the edge at the same time.
"NAY ... NAY ... NAOMI, BABEEEEEEEEE," he shrieked.
Throb, throb, throb. She gloved and gripped his cock and tried to suck it into her body in exquisite ecstasy as she burst her tension and paid off powerful spasms to his manhood.
Almost at the same instant he peaked and spent in her.
His first heavenly gush made him almost pass out with joy and relief. He felt it throb into her body past her quaking cunt and seed against her uterus. Wham, wham, wham. "Hah!" he went. "Hah!"
They tensed and spent and clawed at each other, hugging, grunting, gasping, rocking, like a couple of wild animals out to destroy each other, yet it was all fierce pleasure from overloaded sex nerves, blasting them from sentient beings into passion wolves, primitive and reckless.
"Ah, ah, ah." . "Oh, oh, oh."
Long, magnificent seconds of outpouring glory went by before their lashings finally eased, rose again, eased and they both tapered, gasping as if they'd run a hot race.
"WOOIEEEE," said Doug at last, laughing in happy relief. "That was a trip to happyland." "Another time would kill me." "Nonsense, dear girl. You're just not used to a passionate lover. You're strong, healthy, beautiful, and very ... fuckable!"
She smiled up at him shyly, glowing, euphoric. "I'm exhausted too. Can we sleep now?" They slept, folded in each other's arms . . . Towards dawn, Doug awoke, his body feeling as great as it had when he'd been twenty. Man, even with Evelyn in the best days he never experienced sex like this. He realized one of his favorite fantasies had come true. He'd sexed a mother and a daughter in the same bed on the same night. It was a silly thing ... yet the knowledge filled him with joy.
He was almost afraid to look at his bed partner. She was, after all, an older woman. He looked ... then grinned. She looked just as sexy in the dawn light as she had in the heat of passion. There were only a few faint lines on her face to show she was older. From the shoulders down, she was smooth, supple and elegant, everything taut and rounded. Age takes only the face first, he realized.
He began to grow hard. Then he heard a motorcycle putt-putting up the road. He sensed at once it came to the cabin.
That would be Peter, his assistant. It would be terrible for the young guy to find him in bed with Veronica's mother. Peter had come up to find Veronica, and he might babble ... it was mad in several ways.
Peter Erickson was one of those vigorous young types that would jump on his bike in the middle of the night and fly anywhere. So what was Doug to do now?
By the time his assistant entered the cabin, Doug was in his robe, yawning and making coffee.
"Listen, Peter," he said. "I'm up here with Mrs. Allison. She happens to be the mother of Veronica. So it might be a good idea if you didn't say anything about Veronica's supposed to be here."
"Oh, yeah, I see, yeah," said Peter, his head swivel-ing towards the closed bedroom door. "Veronica isn't here, huh?"
"No. She came up last night and went back on the bus. Or maybe she stayed in the Village and will come up later this morning."
"It won't matter," said Peter. "Your wife's coming up. I talked to her last night. When she found out Mrs. Allison was here and I was coming up she said we could have a whole weekend free for bridge."
"Oh, hell!" said Doug.
"That's my feeling, boss. The woods, this great cabin ... and we sit around for two days playing cards."
"Maybe I can catch Evelyn, stop her. I could drive to the village to call."
"She was going to leave at eight, be here early afternoon."
"I've got to stop her. Any ideas?"
"Sure," said Peter cheerfully. "You could tell her the Senior VP sent me up to pull you back to town. Emergency meeting. The old boy's done that a few times before."
Doug beamed. "I'll be on my way in five minutes. Uh, Peter, I may not come back. Mrs. Allison wanted to be alone up here to unwind from the city. You could hang by to see if Veronica shows up, but don't mention it unless she does. They don't get along too well."
"Mum's the word."
"I wouldn't stay too long. The poor woman wants a complete rest, solitude."
"Gotcha, boss."
A good man, thought Doug as he scribbled a note for Naomi. It would be altogether better if Peter didn't see them together. He might figure out what was really going on. The boy would be disappointed if Ronnie didn't show, but at twenty-five tooling around on a motorbike was fun enough. Doug took off feeling great. A dull weekend of bridge would be a cruel, inhuman punishment, even for the deep sin of adultery he'd enjoyed. He could make it up to Evelyn in some less painful way . . .
Naomi didn't mind after she'd had breakfast and listened to Peter Erickson chatter for a while. She learned much more than she needed to know about motorbikes, Minnesota roads, the insurance business and the vagaries of the young women who worked for Glacier Lake. Peter was good company in spite of his narrow choice of subject matter.
He was handsome, he was well-built. And most important, he was well hung, too. Soon she began to get the idea that he was somewhat taken with her. He'd seemed such a zero the night she'd played bridge with him at Evelyn's, but then he was under the control of Doug, his boss. They took a hike. They debated whether to take the cabin boat over to the lake and decided it was too cold. They had lunch. Peter played some of his rock records, he'd brought along on the primitive cabin stereo. He was annoyed with the quality of the sound; she was annoyed with the records. She'd just barely made the Elvis Presley years..
She decided not to say anything about hunting for pictures. That would have to be some other time. Just Doug knowing was already too much. It was two o'clock in the afternoon and time for her to go, so she gathered her things.
"Hey," said Peter, "do you dig sex?" "What!" She was astounded. "I hear you're a widow, probably don't go out too much," he said. "I know you wanted to be up here alone, commune with nature, things like that. Still, sex is great in the woods."
"You and me ... in the woods?" she gasped. "Come on, Mrs. Allison. You've got a great body. We could do a few things, take a hike, have dinner in the village, come back and do a few more things, get a good night's sleep and make town tomorrow."
"Peter, I'm forty-five. You aren't a day over twenty-five."
"About a month, Mrs. Allison. I mean, if you're deeply in love with somebody, I'd understand. But here we are in this great cabin, and the Sandstrom's won't be up, and you've got ... "
"I know, Peter. I've got a great bod." She didn't know whether to laugh or run. , He frowned. "I wouldn't want the boss to know, of course. After-all, you're buddies with the Mr. and Mrs. and we probably will have to play more bridge, but if you didn't mind protecting me on that ... "
He already took off his shirt to reveal magnificent shoulders and a torso that was hairy, but not too hairy.
"I don't know whether I could ... just do ... something," she squeaked, swallowing hard.
He took her by the hand and pulled her towards the bedroom where she'd had the hot session with Doug.
"I dig getting my cock sucked," he said. "I love a good head job. A lot of younger women don't care much for it. Somebody old like yourself, I'll bet you really know how it's done, I'll bet."
"PETER! I CAN'T HAVE SEX WITH YOU!"
He looked astonished and hurt.
"Why not. Do I have an ugly body? Do I come over smartass? Listen, when we played bridge the other night, I really turned on. I went home and masturbated, thinking about you. You're kind of pulled together and flowing. Like you know all the secret things so you could drive a guy wild. You probably don't go for young guys, but you could.try it a little."
"I can't believe this. You ... went home ... and ... "
"Oh, sure. You're plenty sexy. I'll bet my boss digs you too. If he wasn't married, I'll bet Mr. Sandstrom would make a pass. I could see he was turned on to you that bridge night. Believe me, you've got it."
They were inside the bedroom.
"Peter, I just couldn't, I ... "
He pushed her down on the bed. He fumbled with his pants.
"Sure you could, Mrs. Allison. No use to waste that great bodf"
He began to undress her.
CHAPTER FOUR
His prick was very huge and hard when he slipped out of his shorts.
"This is so great," he exulted. "I've thought about you a lot since that night of bridge."
She was naked on the bed.
"Peter, I ... "
She stared up at him, at his strong, smooth-fleshed young body, and her eyes fell to that magnificent prick. It was almost as big as Doug's but not quite as big. What thrilled her to make her belly cream was the knowledge that she could excite him to such an erection.
She wanted to protest. She wanted to get off the bed and run away. It was really too much, after her long, dry spell of no sex. She felt like an older woman really taking advantage of a young man with thirty year old Doug. This boy was only twenty-five and she hardly knew him. Still, his generation was more open to sex; they were honest and natural about it.
"All right," she said. "Just a little."
"It's okay, okay," he cried. "Jack me off a little."
She seized his cock, thrilled by its hardness, its wicked gleam, the virility. He stroked her smooth shoulders, muttering pleasure. He ran his hands through her long, dark hair. She pumped on his Wade, amazed at the rigidity of the muscle under the soft, moving skin. She hefted his tight balls and pictured the flood of liquid manhood inside of his body that could be exploded outward.
He grunted in pleasure while crystal clear preseminal fluid eased out of his dark hole. She used a finger to smear it around the sensitive cock head, making it shine and feel silky.
"That's so g-great, Naomi," he went.
He got on the bed on his haunches facing her. His hands stroked and kneaded her smooth, bare flesh, down her arms, down her torso, purposely avoiding her ripe breasts in the beginning. Those powerful hands traced fire into her body, made her cunt flower with wetness. His hands massaged her back, moved down to her thighs, gently digging into her muscles, feeling terrific.
"You have a ... a ... smooth touch," she gasped.
"You have a beautiful body."
She jacked him off while he rocked his loins in sweet joy as he fucked through her first, beginning to pant.
"Great shoulders, smooth. Arms, not too thick, not too thin, curved," he gasped. "Torso ... strong ... smooth back. Great thighs, curved just right."
Even as she felt that fire-touch race over her body and she thrilled with rising desire, she had a desire to laugh. Each segment of her body seemed sexual to him, as his hands devoured her as if they were eyes. He touched all her pleasure points,, giving her shivers and even shudders of joy.
"Makes me ... sound like a supermarket ... parts on shelves," she laughed.
"So much turns me on," he admitted. "Six inches of . a ... uh ... curved shoulder. Oh, oh, oh. Flare of a hip, turn of a calf, long, tapering thighs."
He went for her breasts. She almost fell forward into his arms on that pressure-stroking, her nipples taut. Sex rushes shot every which way inside of her body from his eager, warm strokes.
"Ah, Peter. Ah, oh, you shouldn't ... make me feel ... so hot."
In a moment he'd feel up her cunt at which point she feared she'd scream and lock and come on his fingers. How embarrassing to turn on to young men so easily!
His fingers slipped ever so gently to her crotch.
"Oh, no, Peter," she protested.
Yet his insistent fingers pressed and pressed, digging into her sweet cunt flesh, teasing her clit, moving up to unseal her chamber. There was something ineffable, close, tender and secret when a man felt inside of your private sex parts, with fingers or cock. Admitting a man into the softness of her body was both a need and a fear. She held her breath.
"Oh, Naomi ... so tight."
"Ah-eh. Don't do that to me," she cried, not so much in fear but because it felt so good and she did not want to give up her body to him so fast and so easily. It was certainly all right to jack off a man or suck him, because his sex machine hung on the outside of his body. It was a whole different story to take a prick or fingers in her life-creating chamber. She gasped and rocked a little in pleasure.
"I-uh-don't know if I want this!" she said.
He withdrew his fingers, the outfriction thrilling her. He licked them with a thick, red tongue, absently, lovingly. They gleamed with her slick cunt honies which he savored. While she stared fascinated he rose to kneel before her. One hand went behind her head as he forced it down and forward.
"Peter, I can't," she protested as he brought his ready cock to her mouth.
He put a hand under her chin, pulled her jaw down and slipped his rod into her mouth. She automatically closed on it. They hung there, he groaning in joy, fucking into her mouth.
"I dig you. I dig you."
"Mmmmmm," she went. Reluctantly she took hold of the bottom part of his shaft and gave him some suction. Maybe the best thing was to quickly suck him off and have done with it. She felt completely out of place, having a young man force his cock into her mouth, making her suck.
She used her teeth and her tongue and powerful suction, much stronger than she'd ever used on a penis. She bobbed her head and sucked hard, giving him demand-strokes that must just about take the top of his head off. She actually notched her teeth around the highly sensitive ridge of the prick head and nibbled powerfully.
"OH, WOW! WOW!" he yelled.
She seemed to succeed. The rush of increasing sexuality from this rough suck overlaid each rising thrill in- side of his body with a stronger one, the pleasure sensations coming so fast his heart pounded and his breath whistled. If she could just craze him to glory before he got too much pain, she could spill his lusty balls.
He held her head and rocked in utter ecstasy.
"Oh, you can suck. How you can suck. Nobody ... ever ... Oh, oh, oh, fantastic! Eeeeee ... yesss. Wow!"
It amazed her, the strong suck he could take and it excited her even further. She stained the bed now with her free-flowing cunt and her belly felt a suffusing glow of hot pleasure. She was going to pull His Young Majesty and suck his lifestuff, body-hot, right out of his guts.
She never got a chance. Whipped to sexual fury by this hot, hard suck, he pulled his pecker out of her mouth.
"Got to ... fuck you crazy!" he cried.
He shoved her backward, forcing her on her back on the bed, pulled her legs open, bent his cock down and went for her. His cock gleamed with her saliva as it breached her cunt lips, gleaming with her sex fluids. His rod reamed her open as he oozed deep in her channel with succeleeeent friction.
"OHHHHHH, AHHHHHH," she gasped.
"Got to ride, ride," he explained. "Young gals terrible, jump right into bed, chase you, hungry for it. They tell you about other guys' cocks. They want you ... ah, ah, ah, ... to pump for an hour. One gal ... only twenty-two ... she'd had one hundred guys. She actually counted."
She hardly heard his words she felt so fucked. Hot, demanding rushes shot up and down her backbone. She felt outraged that this young man used her body so easily, without much feeling for her.
"Went with a real nice girl ... she had fucked fifty guys," he said. "Two weeks in and out ... goodbye."
"Peter, don't ... puhleeze," she begged.
She wanted to tell him not to talk about other girls while he had his dingus into her, reaming her to glory like this. It was no use. He babbled on, fucking her and her thrilled body rose right up to glory in spite of her desire not to have an orgasm.
"Got to have ... woman ... reluctant ... doesn't jump down my throat ... ride my bike with me ... play my records ... get up and leave in two weeks ... got to have ... virgin or older woman. Ah, I'm splitting your cunt. It feels so great!"
"Peter!" she wailed. "PETER!"
She gave a powerful, wounded grunt of pleasure while her body locked under his. She surged up clutching him, paying off her sexuality to that fast, thrusting prick. It was most humiliating to have her hot body desires overcome her personal integrity. His young cock trained her and tamed her.
"AH ... YUHHHHH," she went.
She squeezed his throbbing prick with long, shuddering convulsions of sheer rapture. Her equipment throbbed wildly in surrender, clipping, letting him feel the deep body ecstasy that his crude and crass young jong whipped up in her.
He stared down at her in astonishment.
"You ... YOU'RE FUCKED ALREADY!" he cried happily.
He grabbed her head, held it still and rammed a thick tongue in her mouth, reaming her right through her orgasm, with furious fast-paced cock thrusts. She needed her mouth free for a moment to gulp in air. Instead his thick tongue grooved inside of it as he sucked her saliva and rode her. She twisted and surged, her breath exploding on his cheek. It was agony, pure sweet fire to have her orgasm extended by that forceful cock and have to let him plunge his tongue at will in her mouth, also taking that away from her. All she could do was writhe and throb in weak, straining protest, while powerful sex runs made her body quiver with pleasure.
"Oh ... ah ... you bastard!" she finally managed, jerking her head free and pant and get more air.
"You're crazy for cock!" he said, delighted. "I'll bet I could fuck you unconscious, you wild bitch."
He kept plunging on her at a fiery speed as she gave up her total femininity and went dizzy from his powerful action.
"No, nqoo, stop ..."
Somehow she jerked free of him, sweating, panting, glowing, a used female animal shattered by his crass physical ability. She got off the bed and left him, uncocked. She ran into the living room.
"Wait, Naomi, dammit? Did I say something wrong? Did I do something wrong! We were having a ball, balling. Oh, baby, I need it."
He grabbed her, forced her to the sofa. His superior weight bore her down. He got on top of her hips.
Once again his strong blade violated her body as he resumed his fuck in her cunt, dog-fashion from behind. He rode fast now as if in a race to get off his flood before she fought free.
"I love you. I love you!" he shouted.
"Oh, Peter ... you ... cm e," she wailed.
She bent over, feeling � unt open to him, listening to his happy gasps as he iu. d up to high good feeling once more.
"Must be ... doing somerf ?g wrong, but got to ... got to ... " he managed. "Sorry, but ... "
He was just too much for her. He was going to ride, ride until she thrilled up again and had to come for him before he could spill his seed. She wasn't even on the pill. What if he impregnated her!
She bent over gathering her strength as he keened and whimpered his pleasure, driving for glory, apologizing and fucking her.
"Sorry, Peter ... "
She gave an enormous jerk as she uncocked him and in one smooth motion slid out from under him.
She cried over her shoulder as she fled back to the bedroom:
"You wanted a little ... took too much ... cock-centered egotist- ... "
"Oh, rats," he said, his cock dry-throbbing in its high sensitivity. "Oh, Naomi!"
She grabbed up her panties, managing to get them on against the wetness of her swollen cunt. He came into the bedroom.
She backed a little. "Peter, it's all wrong ..."
"Love that reluctance. Oh, I dig you!"
He caught her in a hug. He pressed his swollen blade on the outside of her springy, warm belly and she felt the wetness of her own sex oils that made it slippery. His hands closed on her buttocks as he held her in a thrilled hug.
"Oh, BABEEE," he went, jacking off, up and down on her soft belly.
He tensed. She hung there, thrilled out of her mind to feel and see what was happening. He gave a deep, sexual groan and his cock peaked. She felt it throb against her flesh in powerful, spasmodic pulsations.
The first shot of his relieving, hot jissum squirted up between them clear up to her breasts. His young sex energy really made his fountain fling seed. His next hot spurts went up her cleavage and almost to her throat. His body trembled in joy as he went, spuming off those full blasts of male cream against her body.
"Oh, Peter, sorreeeeee," she gasped.
The body-hot come felt like warm, silken honey, trapped between their bodies. He groaned in continuing pleasure, squeezed her buttocks and let it all shoot off.
"Too hot ... stick it in ... any more," he managed.
She felt sorry for him now. It wasn't that big a deal, but at least he'd gotten it off against her if not inside of her. At last, with a relieved, embarrassed laugh, he relaxed; his cock emptied of the heavy sex load.
"You're the best ... "
"Peter, if we'd only ... "
He held her for a moment by the shoulders. He turned her part way away from him and put his hand on his spend that oozed sexily down her body. It was all over her front, acrid-smelling and velvety. He rubbed the stuff up her torso and there was so much of it, it slurped, like slick oil. He caressed her breasts as he coated them with his warm, spent seed. He stroked it onto her belly and down to her cunt. There was enough to cover her from her shoulders to her V, all warm, silken sexy, especially on her nipples.
It began to change and stiffen right away. They stood there in awe, the two of them watching the stuff cool and whiten as it crystallized. It was so wildly sexy to be covered with a blanket of his cooling jizzum that for a moment Naomi wanted to grab the young man, wrestle him down and fuck off her cunt on his cock once more.
It wouldn't do, of course. She'd already gone overboard with her sex with Doug. Peter had been a novelty and a surprise, but after all, he was Doug's assistant ... if they ever compared notes ...
She wanted out of the trap. She made her excuses, cleaned off, dressed and got ready to leave. Peter took it well. Her reluctance seemed to ignite his desires, so he was in a quandry wanting her and yet delighted by her pushing him away. As she drove away from the cabin, she thought Ohmigod, I haven't seen the last of him. I'm surely going to have to run a lot faster and harder the next time ...
It was almost a week later that Veronica Allison invited Doug Sandstrom to dinner. Ever since that oral sex with him in the cabin she'd been on the verge of her great Decision. She was going all the way and she w^s going to give her maidenhead either to Doug or to Peter Erickson.
She had a couple of dates with Peter during the week, but he seemed in a strange place. He kept asking her about her family, her father and her mother, especially her mother. That was not her favorite topic. In fact, her mother had been oh the phone this week a couple of times asking about the strange picture business with her father. She didn't understand it, so she put off the visit to her mother that Naomi wanted. Whenever they got together they seemed to pick at each other. Veronica preferred to live her own life in her own apartment these days.
In the end it wasn't a hard decision. Peter was into his motorbike, his records and his job. Mr. Sandstrom was interested in her. A couple of times he made a point of looking her up at her desk and striking up a conversation. She had only to look at his hot eyes to know what was really on his mind. She trusted him, and he turned her on.
She knew it was wrong to have sex with a married man, but it wasn't as if she were into a long term love affair. She just wanted his older man's experience, interest and kindness. He seemed very mature to her, a vice president and all. Thirty was about right for her twenty.
He gladly accepted her dinner invitation, so she laid in the steaks and salad stuff and bought some satin hostess pajamas that looked real sexy on her figure.
About six o'clock, before he came, she took a bubble bath which she ended with a shower. She ran her hands lovingly over her naked body, thrilled to realize that within hours she'd become a full-fledged, non-virgin woman. She tenderly felt inside of her cunt to rub her finger on the obstruction. She hoped it didn't hurt too much.
The finger play excited her, so she turned on the shower pretty strong and masturbated with the shower stream pounding on her lower belly and the top of her cunt as her fingers worked. She gasped and opened her legs. She did feel hot and high, very good, as she found her clit and give it sweet strokes as she tensed up her buttocks and thrilled.
"A man ... his pecker . . . inside of me," she murmured happily. She should've done this long ago. My goodness, plenty of guys had wanted to relieve her of her maidenhead over the last couple of years.
Her flesh was smooth, satiny as streams of water. Her nipples stood out, firm and pink, on her high breasts, sexy when she rubbed them. Her cunt flowed smoothly, girl juices and water mingling.
She reached back to put one hand on her buttock, using the other to jazz herself seriously. She loved the feel of her smooth, firm buttock and made it tense as she succumbed to the hot ecstasy of rising pleasure.
"Ah, oh, oh I'm going to be f-f-f-fucked. Really!" she thrilled.
She loved the feel of her tension, her firm, warm flesh, her slick, clit-happy cunt. Her finger slid inside her crack. She gasped. The private . . . secret . . . thing. Oh, not tonight, not when ...
She couldn't stop herself, as she pressed a finger on her asshole and felt the powerful thick muscle that was her sphincter slowly, sexily open.. She began to pant as she felt the hot, velvet inside of her anus.
"Ha, ho, ha," she went, rubbing her clit and fingering herself from behind. Maybe it was better to have this quick, private orgasm from the double action to heat herself up for the evening. She gave three luscious groans of sexuality, rose to her glory and came, bunting her belly, relishing the burn in her cunt and the burn in her ass.
She did not permit herself to use anal violation very often. It excited her highly and made her feel strange afterwards. But it felt so good.
"HAH!" she went and felt her cunt throb in orgasmic convulsions. At the same time the finger up her ass felt the spasms of her ass muscle as she clipped. "OHHHHHH," she moaned, and road it off with quick, delightful throbs before the orgasm tapered.
Later when she dressed she started to put on panties and a bra ... then stopped. Only the satin, peach-colored hostess pajamas, that's all she'd wear! It was the first time in her adult life she greeted a man in such a state of near-nudity.
The evening started well. She was still glowing from the excitement of her masturbation and her anticipation. Doug seemed worldly, wise and relaxed. Best of all, he was in no hurry to shove her into bed as she knew a younger man would be.
They munched the salad she'd prepared and demolished the steaks in good appetite. Now that the die was cast, she no longer felt nervous, only a little high like the beginning of a drunk, or a marijuana pop.
She loved the feel of the satin playing against her naked skin. Her nipples stayed hard against the warm, slick cloth and with nothing on underneath she felt tremendously sexy. Satin was the way to go, she thought as her outfit swirled and curved and flowed around her charms. It delighted her to see that Doug was enraptured of her young body, supple in that satin..
They talked about insurance and the company, about her job and her future. He talked about how great he felt to have reached an executive job so early in his career.
"The baby boom of the fifties and sixties ... these kids are adults now, getting married, buying things ... buying lots of insurance," he said. "The sky's the limit, Veronica."
"I know you'll be president of Glacier Lake, Doug," she said excitedly.
"Well," he laughed, "not next year."
He felt dazed with his good fortune. This year had seen his fantastic promotion along with the sudden opportunities to enrich his sex life. At first Evelyn's getting fat depressed him. In his position he could hardly afford a divorce or domestic trouble. He didn't dislike her anyway. He simply regretted her selfishness of stopping their sex life.
Just when he thought he'd have to go to some hooker or make a swipe at some young office girl, like Debbie Payne, Naomi Allison showed up to give him a glorious time. As if that weren't enough, Veronica came right after that. Tonight he'd have a chance to deflower a virgin, which he'd never done ... Evelyn was certainly no virgin when they were married.
Both times with Naomi and the time with Veronica, he'd been under pressure, plagued with guilt and fear. At this point he was used to adultery ... not happy about it, but relaxed with it. Evelyn had her joy of unrestrained eating, while he had the joy of secret sex.
They cleaned up the dishes, polishing off the last of the wine and listening to a couple of Veronica's records before they went into the small apartment bedroom almost casually. He was indeed proud of the girl ... she showed none of the nervousness she'd had the night of oral sex at the cabin.
Inside the bedroom, she lay on the bed while he stripped at once.
"Shall I undress?" she asked eagerly. She felt a little nervous now.
"Not yet," he said. "I want to enjoy making love while you're wearing that satin outfit. It's sooo sexy!"
His cock had been half hard at the beginning of the dinner. It flowered now. He felt proud as she stared at its locked rigidity.
"It seems incredible ... that you could stuff all that inside of me," she gulped.
"Been going on for centuries," he reassured her.
He slid alongside of her and began to hug and stroke her, savoring the soft, silken feel of the satin against her warm body. It thrilled his skin wherever it touched him, all down his front and on his hands as he stroked down her warm back onto her rounded, rich buttocks. He dug his hands into her backthighs, feeling the play of her soft muscles under the slick material.
He felt hot now, his cock digging into her satin-clad belly. He reached between her legs and began to stroke her cunt as he kissed her on the mouth, hugging her.
"I ... get my pants ... wet," she protested.
"In a good cause," he said, shaping her butt and thighs in the cloth.
Her cunt was burning hot as he stroked her. He felt her sweet, young juices flow through her pajama pants and onto his hand. She was with him, eyes closed now, kissing, tonguing, breathing deeply, trusting him to guide her and to make full, unrestrained use of her body and her untapped cunt.
At last he got up on his knees.
"Now, Veronica, you must do exactly as I say. If you do it without question, you will not only lose your hymen with a minimum of trouble but have a sex experience you'll enjoy and never forget."
"I'm ready, Doug."
He peeled off her pants and stared down at her belly, crotch, thighs and legs. He was already so hot in anticipation that he knew he could never hope to break into her cunt without losing the fantastic load he carried. He'd be stiff enough, but he'd burst through into her already spending and it would be over in seconds, plus giving her a lot of unnecessary pain. He'd devised a better plan.
He stroked her some more, while he feasted his eyes on her half-naked body, the last chance he'd have to see her nude before the action. His cock was so sensitive that it throbbed a little.
He pulled her up. "Take it in your mouth."
"We're going to have oral sex?" she asked surprised.
"No. Just follow what I say."
She sucked on his prick with the skills he'd taught her at the cabin.
"HAH!" he went going right up to near-orgasm with the thrills of her sensual mouth flexing on his prick. He took ten or fifteen good strokes in her mouth before pulling his rod out.
Then he separated her legs and pressed his blade, silken with her saliva, at her cunt entrance.
"I feel it. I FEEL IT!" she cried.
He laughed: "I've barely touched you."
He inserted his penis into her red-lipped, gleaming cunt. It oozed into the swollen tissues, exciting him both with the sight of the cockhead vanishing inside of her and the hot grip of her opening as she inundated his head with sweet juices. He got another inch beyond the cock head into her before her hymen stopped him.
It was enough. The whole head of his manhood was immersed in her along with a part of his shaft. His sensitive, nerve-packed top part dug against her gristle as if it were her womb. It was utterly delicious.
"Oh, Veronica, that's sexxxxxy," he cried.
"Ah ... huh," she gasped, not so much from his penetration as her anticipation. He had good contact with her clitoris which, gave her deep belly thrills.
"I want to punch through ... can't allow it yet," he said.
She held her breath letting it out in little spurts as the working prick part way in her excited her sex nerves.
"Just ... whatever, Doug ..."
He bunted quick strokes. Her cunt gripped his two inches of cock because her vagina was so tight. Pure ecstasy rolled up from the tight-held cock head. He looked down and almost died from the sexiness of seeing his blade buried in virgin cunt, his nerves whipped to incredible pleasure by the pressure and her internal heat. He went quickly up to glory. The anticipation, the touching, the cocksuck, all had taken him to the point of orgasm. Those last few steps were glorious ... he felt a sex burn deep and powerful throughout his loins. He felt the sweet, ineffable glazing of his entire sex system as he locked to orgasm. There came the impossible moment when he could no longer prevent his sex death.
"AH, GOOD!" he managed.
He strained, he burst with wild pleasure.
"Huh, huh, huh, huh," he went.
Grey white jissum pumped out of his guts to spume against her hymen, some of it getting past her partial cunt covering, most of it boiling delightfully around his cock head and flowing back against her vagina. Yet he held tight and blasted and blasted her virginal plug, greasing it, oiling it, laying a base of hot male cream for the final taking.
After the pleasure run was over he also gave her a couple of stiff punches with his still hard cock. It hurt a little but he felt some give in her hymen.
"Eh,-hah," she went.
Veronica didn't know what to make of all this. It was the first time a man had his prick inside of her. It was the first time she felt the spasms of boiling jism from his cock the meat hook, locking their bodies together so that she felt the male's straining, pleasure and relief at his spurting. She got enough action to fell very hot and involved.
"OH, I'M F-FUCKED," she whispered in awe.
"Well, almost," he laughed.
For the moment he was relaxed and not sexed up. He began to make love to Veronica gently and yet insistently. He. wanted her white hot before he took her maidenhead.
For her the rise and pleasure of excitement had been almost continuous since the masturbation in her bath. His unique semi-intercourse lifted her still higher. After that came his kisses, came his fondling of her breasts, stroking of her half-nude body until she reached a sizzling state. Then the top of her satin pajamas came off.
She could tell that already he began to feel sexed up to have full access to her nude charms.
He discovered that she liked masturbation in the front of her cunt, working the supersensitive area at the opening, pressing on her clitoris.
"Ah, Doug, now, Doug. Hooo-eee," she sang.
He laughed and jogged her until he had her sexy butt trained to rise right, up to a fast bucking rhythm, very short strokes, exciting her all the way.
"You going ... to TAKE me," she cried, squirming. Yet he wouldn't let her come. Each time she felt the heavenly glaze start up her limbs he seemed to read it in her eyes and his finger slacked off.
"Doug," she begged. "Let me have a quick waaa ... one!"
"Just let me manage," he retorted.
She felt like a gone girl now. Her sex nerves were crazed by all the teasing, stroking, kissing and licking. She felt a stranger to herself, a total sex kitten, aching in her every part from his skillful use of hands, tongue and prick.
She didn't know how much time had passed. Her frustration grew. It was extremely joyful to have her body turned on, yet the desire to die her sex death grew and grew until she feared she'd burst out of her skin.
"DOUG ... I CAN'T STAND ANY MORE!"
"Now we do it," he said, eyes sparkling.
He mounted her once more. In that delicous, aching time he had recovered his hard-on, his sex desire. Once more he parted her cunt lips. Once more his rod traveled the short distance up her vagina to her hymen.
She felt the pressure.
"Oh, Doug. OH, YESSSS!"
Stiff cock battled with stubborn maidenhead. She saw the fires in his eyes. His intensity and his pleasure glowed along his body.
He caught his lower lip in his teeth in his concentration on the magnificent act of forcing her virginal cunt.
"UH, UH, UH," he went.
She was still wet from his last inundation, so that helped some. Yet her pain grew alarmingly. She'd never felt such a sensation in her body. She was so hot that she practically begged for his piercing cock and yet the pain brought her down somewhat. She bunted forward from her desire, tried to draw back from her agony.
"OH, I'M KILLED. I'M DYING!" she cried, writhing.
He held her hips. There was no escape. There was only the driving, demanding manhood, violating her hymen, pleasing her clit.
"HA ... EEEE," she yelled, almost screaming in pain.
Her gristle gave way. It gave way some more. Her heart pumped in agony and her body sweated as they strained, male cock battering against a girl's maidenhead.
He was halfway through her plug. He rested. He held her tight. She felt the lock with him, the probing presence of the welcome-unwelcome violater.
"Feels like ... belly torn open ... " she reported.
"Almost done," he reassured her. His cock hurt some and he sweated as much as she did. Yet it was the most pleasurable sex trip he'd ever had, opening up the belly of the beautiful young woman.
He resumed. They both felt the flesh rip and tear.
"AHH, GOD!" she screamed.
"TAKE IT ... ALL THE WAY!" he shouted in a frenzy.
"Ruthlessly he rammed for the last part of his deflowering. Blood spurted around his cock so that he felt its thin oiliness and the sight of it and the sensation of it crazed him more. He rammed and rammed.
"STOP. STOP!" she cried in ultimate .agony.
There was no need to stop. His relentless cock stabs burst through her resisting hymen all the way, tearing aside her obstruction completely. His cock, bathed in blood and her juices dug up into her virginal tunnel.
"Oh, you're fucked," he shuddered, reveling totally in the pleasure of his victory.
Instead of hard resistance he felt only the soft, tight velvet of her hot cunt all around his driving blade. He oozed more and more cock into her. Four inches . . . five inches ... six inches . . . that was almost all of it. He had close to seven inches, hard, so he rested on her, his cock throbbing in triumph.
It was all right. The maddening stabs of pain lessened, stopped after he'd unplugged her all the way. Her high excitement made it bearable, his first orgasm and wetting of her passage had also helped.
She felt him slide way, way deep into her body. It felt odd ... weird ... then very, very sexy. She began to grunt and thrust. She didn't know if she were trying to get rid of the unfamiliar prick or suck it deeper into her body.
"Not so bad . . . not . . . bad ... at all . ." she went.
She turned on then, much as if someone had snapped a light switch inside of her. She thrust up on the impaling prick, feeling the erotic delights now that the pain was gone.
"Hoo, I feel it. I feel it now. DOUG, I FEEL IT!" "S-s-sure, you do." He was in his own heaven. She writhed and squirmed, helplessly pinned and reamed, yet finally after all her frustration, taken to the doors of orgasm.
"HA! IT FEELS ... I'M GOING TO DIEEEEEEE," she went.
She came up under him, digging her heels int he bed as she locked in her first ever full orgasm to a prick buried hilt-deep in her cunt.
"OHHHHH, AHHHHH, YEESSSSS!" she gasped.
Her cunt squeezed, sucking in pleasure on the wounding cock, releasing all her tensions, turning her torn bel- ly into a golden magnificence. After all the worry, pain and trouble she had arrived at full womanhood, so she laughed gleefully in relief and savored the sweet spasms of her cunt, paying first tribute to adult sex.
Doug's quick, first spending in the girl's box also helped him. He knew there'd be pain when he forced her and there was. The velvet of his last spend helped.
He enjoyed the fruits of his prick victory over her cunt. The sliding soft, tight friction sent hot flames racing from his cock up deep into his body. The knowledge that his was the first-ever cock to plunge up the girl and that he'd deflowered her, blood and all, added hot pleasure to his rising sex hunger.
There was a golden time while his blood-stained wounder, rich with sexy feeling, rode triumphantly in and out of her opened tunnel. Slowly, inevitably, his orgasm approached, and it was the richer because he'd skimmed off the itching, too-easy first orgasm. This time he felt the magnificent sensation deep in his body, along his pleased nerves.
"So good, baby, sooo good," he said.
She came. Doug enjoyed the final sweetness of his success. He let her powerful, virginal throbs tease and squeze his blade to full orgasm.
"AHHH. NOWWWW!" he sang.
His guts released, the spurts came and he flooded the girl's virginal chamber with hot, boiling seed, relieved, sated with pleasure . . .
CHAPTER FIVE
The phone rang. It was Peter Erickson. Veronica returned to the bedroom looking dazed.
"Peter's just down at the corner ... and he's got my mother with him," she told Doug. "He wants to come up to see me."
"Holy hell, I've got to get out of here," said Doug, going for his pants.
"I'm sorry, Doug. I didn't expect Peter. I thought we had the whole evening. And I didn't know he even knew my mother."
"Bridge partners," said Doug. "Evelyn asked me to find a permanent fourth so I've been using Peter. Your mother plays with Evelyn and I, you know."
He dressed quickly while Veronica tried to eliminate some of the signs of their big evening. It was just like the time in the cabin all over again. Yet Doug decided that that was a part of the game when you sought outside sex. You had to cover your moves and be ready to run when the unexpected happen. He stepped into the elevator, going down in her apartment building, knowing that the other car was on the way up and it probably contained Peter and Mrs. Allison, whom he dared not meet here. Close. Yet even as he made it to the street, successfully evading detection, he realized he actually enjoyed the danger of almost being caught. He was going to have to watch that!
Upstairs a relaxed, defensive Veronica greeted her mother and Peter. Naomi was far from relaxed. In the past week she'd found absolutely no trace of the missing Bingham picture that meant so much. More and more she began to think that Fred might 've left it with Veronica, or given her some clue. That last year father and daughter had been thick as thieves.
Naomi had asked Veronica to come to see her, but the girl hadn't done so. She'd felt a growing estrangement from the girl. She'd tried to avoid the feeling that as Veronica got closer to Fred she drew away from Naomi. Since Fred's death she'd tried to draw closer to her daughter but failed.
Yet there'd always been a freshness and innocence about Veronica that had reassured her. Tonight even that was gone. Veronica in satin hostess pajamas shocked her ... seemed like a stranger. There was a shadowed knowingness in Veronica's eyes that frightened Naomi. One more familiar attribute was gone.
"I wanted to see you earlier in the week," she told Veronica. "You didn't call or show up. There was to be a bridge game tonight, but it was cancelled, so I wanted to drop by and ask you a few questions about last year and your father."
"And that damned picture ... if it exists at a//!" snapped Veronica. She felt exceedingly guilty that her mother had almost caught her in flagrant sex with a married man, with a man her mother knew. Her anxiety came out as anger against her mother.
"Veronica, the picture exists ... " started Naomi. "FUCK THE DAMN PICTURE!" Veronica shrieked angrily.
Naomi turned red and then white. The language, the appearance of her daughter, the anger of the girl convinced her instantly that Veronica knew all about the picture and wanted to cut her out of the deal.
She screamed then; Veronica screamed and Peter walked about in a circle nervously smiling as the two women lashed each other verbally. It ended with Naomi storming out of the apartment, threatening never to see her daughter again.
Peter tried to reason with a shaken Veronica who, after her anger, dissolved in tears.
"She was only trying to find out some information," Peter tried to explain.
"She's a selfish bore," said Veronica between tears, half in anger, half in shame. "She thinks Dad screwed her and that I'm in on it. I don't have to take any of that."
"Veronica, she's your mother ... try to remember that."
"I DON'T NEED A LECTURE FROM YOU," the tearful girl shouted. "Ride your stupid motorcycle, play your stupid bridge ... leave me alonnnnne!"
Peter left her apartment also, only to find Naomi down in the car in tears. He tried to soothe the older woman by offering a shoulder for her to cry on, which she used to weep off her tension. As he held her, Peter became aware of her warmth and felt the tears on her soft cheek. Some instinct told him that Naomi was open. Women were relaxed and open after an emotional storm. He wasn't thinking about sex at first but as he held her, his cock began to go stiff.
Ever since the misguided sex attempt in the cabin, Peter had turned on to the older woman. He'd just about decided that older women made the best lovers. Look how much Veronica had changed in the short time he knew her!
A young woman was likely to shove you into bed one night to demand six orgasms and throw a plate at your head the next time you saw her. He shifted uncomfortably on his seat.
"What's the matter, Peter?" asked Naomi.
She was cried out now, relaxed, and feeling much better. Peter grabbed at his crotch and eased himself.
"Nothing's the matter."
She felt between his legs.
"My goodness," she said.
"Listen," he cried, "you're in my arms. You're a terrific woman, soft, warm, good-looking. You're crying and I can feel your whole body. I wasn't really trying ... "
"Peter, did you ever date my daughter?"
"Yeah, a couple of times. I liked her ... she didn't act cute, or false or anything. Just like having fun with a guy, natural."
"She didn't try to seduce you, did she darling?" "Veronica? My God, no. Nobody thinks she's that type."
Naomi gave a laugh deep in her throat. She opened Peter's zipper. She eased his erect cock out of his pants.
"Peter, you're a total loss when it comes to women. You come on in the wrong way at the wrong time. Any fool could tell that Veronica had some young man in her apartment tonight, having sex with him."
"She was?"
His cock was almost big enough for the span of both her hands. She jogged it to hear him gasp and he did alright.
"She was. She's no virgin."
"Be damned!"
She bent over and took the young cock in her mouth. She already felt euphoric, open, after crying off her fear and rage. It pleased her very much to claim a cock that her disgusting daughter might've had. She bobbed her head on his prick, using a strong pull and the crazing effect of her teeth.
"Yee ... you're doing me!" gasped Peter.
"MMMMMM-HUH," she agreed, mouthful of rock-hard manhood.
"Right on the street, in the car!"
Slurrrp! "Anybody coming?"
"Not a sign of life anywhere," he called out happily.
He looked down on her glossy dark hair a soft cloud in his lap. He felt her mouth, her teeth, her tongue. There was the interior body heat, the sexy drag of her teeth and the curling play of her tongue. Fiery flames of pleasure raced deep into his body as his cock strained up into her sucking mouth.
"You ... really gonna do it," he squeaked.
She laughed. "Probably."
"Let's go to your place," he breathed happily.
"Peter, you're a fool. You've got a sure orgasm right now. If we stop and drive for a distance, I could change my mind. Between here and there I could change my mind a dozen times."
"I see. I see."
He threw back her coat, opening her blouse which was buttoned in the front. In seconds he had two meaty, hard-tipped breasts in his palms as he groaned in rising sex pleasure.
"Put it on my thing," he begged.
It was a sexy tidbit. She laved his huge, throbing prick with soft slick saliva that stung just a little. She put a hand under her breast and brought the firm, naked globe out. She pressed the hard little nipple against his cock flesh, moving it up and down his shaft.
There was enough light from the street lamp that he could plainly see it ... the white breast against the dark background, the exquisite roundness, the projected nipple. He felt her sensitive nipple drag down his wetted shaft. It made his jism boil and his heart race.
"Hah!" she said. Her breasts felt super tender tonight as she thrilled at the odd contact. Her cunt was warm, wet, swelling.
Excited, Peter loosened her jeans and felt inside, down her back, under both her pants and panties. His long arm easily reached between her buttocks to her cunt where he used his fingers.
"Oh, my goodness," Naomi gasped. "Oh, dear, heavenly heart."
He sensed a surge of joy as he felt inside her wet, sexy cunt. What a fabulous thrill it was to finger up inside a woman's sex parts. He put a finger on her clit to ride it, receiving his reward in her quivers, moans and undulating action.
"More like it!" she cried.
He'd never done anything as crazy as being sucked off on the front seat of a car on a public street. In fact, he realized he'd missed a lot of action till he'd met this older woman. The only girls he got were the ones that were willing to do it with anybody, not the ones he really wanted. Look how he'd messed up the deal at the cabin ... but an older woman gave you a second chance.
They rocked with it, she back on his prick, sucking eating, nibbling, and licking. His sword fingers reamed into her springy female box. She wet his fingers with musky sex oils, she wet his prick with silken saliva, while he was able to dig his other hand into her smooth, luscious breast and work her sensitive nipple.
He hung there in heaven, bucking up eagerly into her mouth, jacking her cunt off, receiving fierce, growing flames of sexual pleasure. He felt his thumb in her crack brush against corrugated flesh. As an experiment, flaming with joy and rising pleasure, he dug his thumb into her asshole.
She jerked. "Don't do that. Please don't do that!"
"Just wanted to see--"
"PETER!"
The action of his fingers had oiled her crack richly. There was plenty of juice to help his thumb. She was caught with her shoulders and arms practically under the steering wheel, as she sucked him. Her rear was unprotected. He exerted pressure on his thumb. It sank into her tight asshole and violated her.
"HAH!" she said.
She gave an animal groan and he felt her squeeze on her ass muscle and her cunt, straining to protect her rear entrance. No good. His powerful thumb penetrated her sphincter. She hung, impaled.
"HAH. OH, PETER, HAH!" she snorted.
There were only a couple of inches between her cunt and her asshole. He pinched and rode her clit up front while he used his thumb to stimulate her sensitive anus nerves.
"Oh, listen, don't make me do this. Oh, let's don't do that!" she begged. "HAH!"
Her buttocks quivered, her belly went taut as he captured her in total sex lock. Naomi almost went out of her mind in secret pleasure. No one had ever felt inside of her asshole before. She moved her lower body as if she'd been wounded in vital parts. The smooth, hot velvet of cunt thrilled his fingers.
He took her head, bringing it back to his rigid cock. He drove her with his finger and thumb. She licked his cock as if pleasing him could save her life, her breath whistling out of her nostrils. Once or twice she made ineffectual gestures with her arms as if to save her ass but she had to ride. He saw the smooth moons of her buttocks undulate, tensing up and relaxing, tensing up and relaxing. It was just shocking enough to be utterly delicious, using all her sensitive nerves to capture her and turn her into a fantastic cocksucking machine. She grunted and worked her butt and his cock busily. He went right up to sex heaven.
"AH, NAOMI, AH, AH," he cried.
It was magnificent sex. His hot cock saturated with pleasure overloads, as he felt the effect of her eager mouthing clear down into his body. He glided to the edge of control, then on past it to where he went paralyzed with the need to shoot his jism.
"AH-HAH," he said.
He felt the cream glaze settle over his sex network. His belly went stiff, his buttocks froze and his cock locked-to spending tightness. As he went deliciously faint with the loss of voluntary motion and pleasure he heard and felt her give a jerk and a smothered cry. Orgasm exploded inside both of them.
He felt the weird sensation of her asshole spasm, while her cunt throbbed, and his own blasts spurted. Wham, wham, wham. She kept her mouth on his cock, milking off his furious spumes. He kept his fingers working, making her tense and jerk and give up her femininity. Jerking, panting, spending, he gushed his pleasure darts of liquid into her mouth and down her throat. She squeezed and clipped and rode off her deep needs by a brisk massage of his probing, violating fingers inside her body. Throb, throb, throb, squirt, squirt, squirt ... "OHHHH, OHHHH, AHHH, YESSSSSS!" "MMMMMM-garrr-MMMMMM." At last they went still, glowing. She struggled weakly out of his lap and pulled up her pants and panties that his hands had shoved down at the beginning.
"Don't ever ... please ... touch me in the rear," she scolded.
"I just thought I'd try it." "Peter, Peter, you're impossible ..." The bridge game on the next night, on Saturday, was at Naomi's house. Naomi felt in a mellow, yet sexy mood. She wore her tight, dark slack suit which did so much for her figure and her skin color. It was formal yet provocative. Both Doug and Peter appreciated it, while she secretly enjoyed knowing what each man thought as he stole looks at her body. It was less than two weeks since that fantastic night when she'd first seduced Doug, and a week since Peter had clowned through his attempted intercourse at the cabin. It seemed like two years to Naomi ... she just wasn't the same woman.
When she went into the kitchen to get refreshments, Doug followed her, leaving the other two in the living room. He grabbed her and kissed her.
"Naomi ... at eleven Evelyn always watches the news. She'll stop the game ... we're stuck for a half hour. Sug- gest anything?"
"No," she said, playing deadpan.
"You've got an upstairs. I could pretend to go out to freshen up the snack supplies. She'll be riveted to the downstairs TV for thirty minutes. That's long enough for one sweet gallop."
"You're crazy "
"Taking chances is what life is all about."
"How would you produce the snack stuff if we spent the time playing?"
"In the trunk of my car. I figured it all out ahead of time."
Her eyes sparkled. "Doug, you deserve a little something for the clever planning. Go to the upstairs bathroom and undress. I'll be in the bedroom, in the dark ..."
As they resumed playing bridge, she chuckled to herself. Let Doug wait and wait in the darkness of an empty bedroom. She could wait until he was about to give up in desperation, whisper to him she was coming and then stall until it was too late. Men with their greedy pricks never knew when to stop.
The game went on until Evelyn was the dummy and wandered out to the kitchen for more snacks. Evelyn liked to eat her way through the evening. Doug went off to the restroom.
"We could do it at eleven," said Peter. "You know, Mrs. Sandstrom always has to watch the eleven o'clock news. You can't budge her for a whole half hour. We could sneak off somewhere."
"Peter, you're kidding!"
"Be a great trick to knock off a piece while the boss and his wife are staring at the tube."
"Peter," she said, "I never can take delight in rushing sex. You're single and so am I. After the Sand- stroms leave we could have all night."
"But I have to get a good night's sleep," he protested. "I have a motorbike trip with a buddy at dawn. We're going to try to make a run to Lake Kabetogama, up International Falls way. You know, canoe country."
"Oh, I see. Well, we couldn't jeopardize that."
"We really could sneak off and do it," he said. He pinched her knee under the table.
Inspiration seized her.
"All right, Peter. I'm not so old I can't grab a spontaneous idea and run with it. So rigid I can't take a chance. Go upstairs and undress in the bedroom at the end of the hall. Then sneak back to the bedroom by the head of the stairs. It'll be dark, but I'll be there."
"You will?"
"You'll get a thrill, I promise you that," she assured him.
After that she could hardly wait for eleven o'clock and Evelyn's heavy pronouncement that she had to stop the game to watch the news. When the two naked men came groping for her into the darkened bedroom there'd be two of them and none of her!
During that round her thighs took an unmerciful amount of pinches from both men. She could hardly wait for the time to end, so she could see the men set themselves up for fools. Still as she looked at the two men with their glowing expressions and their animation she began to wonder if the joke would be worth it. Suppose she really did go to the bedroom. Suppose both men came there naked. That would really be wild. Two men at once piling on her, while Evelyn stolidly watched the news down here.
No, it was a ridiculous idea . . . still ... it did set a small fire in her cunt. She could almost taste cock meat in her mouth and feel the friction thrill in her belly. She felt a light sweat on her forehead. Sex with two men at once! Would such a chance ever come up again? Well, some other bridge night, yes. But an idea like this was at its best if acted on impulse.
But did she really desire Peter and Doug to know that she'd had sex with the other? What would that mean?
Exactly nothing, except to shave down their male egos considerably. She knew each man appreciated her, but they also thought an older woman like herself was somewhat stuck for lovers.
When eleven o'clock came she was as excited as Doug or Peter.
"Well, children," said Evelyn, rising, "I'm sorry, but I have to watch my half hour of news. It's an addiction, you know."
"Like food," said Doug. "You've decimated tht supplies and I'll have to run out and get more."
"I'll go along," said Peter. Anything to get out of the living room.
"No, I'll handle it," said Doug quickly.
"Peter," said Naomi evenly, "you can go look at the storm window I've had trouble with. Let Doug get the snacks."
"Oh, sure, Naomi, sure," said Peter. "The storm window."
"As long as we're breaking," said Naomi, "I'll just go upstairs and see if I can find that needle point I wanted to give you, dear."
The party broke, with Evelyn taking a solid position in front of the living room TV with a sigh of comfort. It was easy to see that she was set for the next half hour. Doug pretended to go outside but sneaked up the stairs instead. Peter thought nothing of it, assuming that Doug merely went to the upstairs bathroom before taking off on his errand. He followed after a few moments, heading for the bedroom. Naomi crossed the fingers of both hands and scooted up the stairs last of all. She went into the darkened bedroom and undressed with cold fingers, trembling a little with excitement and feeling shots of thrilled anticipation up her legs. She'd have to strip fast ... with only a half hour to work, the men would be after her in no time at all.
She hastily peeled off her suit, her bra, pantyhose and panties rapidly and dived naked for the bed. She had barely settled under the covers when the bathroom door opened.
"Here I come" said Doug.
She heard him moving in the dark and his weight hit the bed. She eased away as he reached for her because she saw the dark shadow of Peter, big-shouldered and quick, come in the door from the hall.
"Baby, let's fuck," he panted in the darkness, took some quick steps and landed ont he other side of the bed.
"WHAT THE HELL!" cried Doug.
He snapped on the bedroom night light. Boss and assistant, each naked, both hard, glared at each other in shock across Naomi's nude body.
CHAPTER SIX
"Muh-Mister Sandstrom ... what're you doing here?" squeaked Peter.
"Peter, what are YOU doing here?" Doug exploded.
Naomi reached out, taking Doug's throbbing cock in one hand and Peter's thick prick in the other.
"Let me explain, gentlemen. I am an older woman. I searched to find something new and different to celebrate and top my long and happy, but nevertheless unexceptional sex life. I realized I'd never been with two handsome, sexy men at the same time. Then one night, during a break in a bridge game ... my big opportunity came. There was only one hitch. Would the men involved go along with the pathetic fetish of an older woman?"
"My dear woman ... "
"Naomi ... "
"WOULD," she insisted, "the men involved play such a game with a withered old crock like myself to please the hag in her declining years?"
Peter whistled. "This is crazeee!"
Doug laughed. "Holy hell, why not? Although I didn't know that you and Peter ... "
"I thought married guys ... " said Peter.
"We've lost precious time," said Naomi. She rolled over on top of Peter's hips. "Doug, you get the suck tonight. Poor Peter is a few laps behind in.the Great Naomi Sex Race."
"Super," Peter smiled.
"I think as senior man ... " Doug protested.
She interrupted him, taking Peter's stiff prick and feeding it between her legs: "We'll do it my way, Doug."
Until that moment Naomi was more intrigued by the game and the surprise for the two men than thinking about the possible rewards of having sex with two men at the same time. -^
Peter caught her hips, as she fitted his cock to her notch and he shoved in. He didn't get in far because she hadn't been thinking of sex and so had not oiled properly.
"Ju ... Just a minute," she gasped.
She rotated her hips on the head of his prick. It was absolutely thrilling, getting that mushroom-shaped rod head to circle just inside of her cunt; her oils seemed to spring happily from the walls of her vagina.
"Wow, you wet fast!" he said.
"Fan~tas-tic," she cried happily. From now on she decided it was best to start sex almost dry and use the rotation method of getting herself ready, it felt so good.
Doug still grumbled, but there were a couple of reasons not to fuss too hard. For one thing he'd savored the taking of a twenty-year-old virgin's cunt last night and he owed the world something for that. My God, it was this woman's daughter! For another, he realized that for the first time in his life he'd get to witness an actual fuck between two adult human beings, an erotic sight only a few were privileged to see. It still shocked him that his assistant had made time with Naomi, but he didn't know whether it was the boy or the woman. Anyway, just now wasn't the time to think about that.
On top of Peter, Naomi widened her legs and sank down on Peter's prick. Doug could see it clearly ... the young shaft digging up into the expanding hole of the woman, reaming her open and it gave him a rush of rising excitement.
"That is something," he breathed.
"Perhaps I'd better turn off the light," Naomi nodded.
"No," Peter disagreed.
"No!" Doug cried out.
She shrugged and went back to the luscious business of impaling herself with growing sexuality on Peter's thick rod. If Evelyn came up the stairs, by great bad fortune, the dim night-light being on or off wouldn't help or hurt them.
Fucked to her depth, Naomi bent forward on Peter, bringing her magnificent breasts to his chest. It felt elegant and highly sexy.
"Let me feel!" cried Doug.
He shot a hand under her buttocks to feel his assis- tant's cock inside of her cunt. He sensed the base of the cock and felt the velvet lips pushed back around it as well as the warm sex oils and the heat of the crotches.
"Wow!"
"You men," laughed Naomi.
"Do it so I can feel," Doug ordered.
Peter obligingly rammed in and out of the cunt for several strokes so that Doug could feel it. It was really something. Oiled prick pressed into tight cunt, Doug felt it all. He added to Naomi's pleasure by gouging his finger into her filled cunt to further jog her clit.
"HOOOOO," she said. The sudden surge of hot sex delight lifted her too fast. "Oh, don't do that. I'll come like a racehorse at the gate!"
Reluctantly Doug pulled back, but he continued to feast his eyes on the nudity of the fucked woman, seeing how her naked buttocks, thighs and belly worked as she took prick. The flex of her soft muscles under smooth skin was a trip in itself. Beautiful!
"Oh, Naomi, you're one sweet honey!" cried Peter.
"Ah, Peter, so deeeeeep in me. Ah, ah," she exulted.
Briefly, Peter had been scared when he'd come into the room and found his boss also naked on the bed. He'd also been shocked. It had never occurred to him that Doug, a married man, would fool around behind his wife's back. That always happened to strangers. Not that he blamed Doug, what with Evelyn's fatness and disinterest in sex. No man in Minneapolis would look twice at Mrs. Sandstrom, nor did she seem to care. Poor Doug!
Then Peter realized that this shared secret between the two men put him in even more solid with his boss. Doug and Naomi had probably done it several times, so it was a privilege to be admitted into the act, to add this erotic flair!
He held Naomi's firm, naked buttocks and fucked into her belly with growing confidence. The mess he'd made of the sex up at the cabin had been forgiven. This time she wanted him, wanted the flail-joy of his penis. Well, she'd get it!
He reamed up into her cunt with vigorous thrusts, making soft sounds of eagerness as he took her measure. He felt her quiver and grunt at the animal drive of his manhood.
"Oh, baby, you like it," he said.
"I-I-I feel it ... I-like it," she managed.
Her belly did feel the sweet effects of the young man's jong. The bridge game, Evelyn, the trick she played on the men ... all that receded as she thrilled to the piston of the throbbing male sex in her. She felt gorgeous, hot tensions of pleasure streaking up her belly.
That wasn't all of her pleasure. To have Doug see her being plugged added a new dimension of excitement as they broke the taboo of the privacy of sex. She understood why the idea of orgies fascinated people.
Doug had had enough voyeurism for the moment. He considered it would be undignified for him to masturbate watching the others fuck, though he wanted to. He took a position behind Peter's shoulder.
"Well, Naomi, you wanted two men and you've got two men, so what do you plan to do about it?"
Naomi stared at him with glazed eyes, concentrating on the happy friction in her cunt and belly that whipped her to glory. But, yes, she wanted to take the cocks of two men into her body at the same time.
"Hah ... hold it, Peter. Ease, ease for a m-moment," she said.
"Down, Tiger," laughed Doug.
He fed his cock forward to Naomi's hand and mouth with satisfaction. One added factor that made this orgy sex okay was that he'd discovered that his prick was slightly larger than Peter's.
Naomi leaned forward to take Doug's member into her mouth. It tasted heavenly, once she began her suck, serious, meaty, rich and virile. At once her interior feeling of sexuality rose sharply as she'd suspected it would.
"Two guys ... fab ... u-lous," she gasped between sucks.
"AHHHH, UHHHHH," said Doug.
He could watch the plunging loins of the male and female fuck-locked and reaming as he felt the hot pressure of the mouth on his rod. Faintly he could even sense the sex motions of the others through Naomi's body. That was really sexy!
For the first few moments Naomi just didn't think she could manage it. Sex was an encompassmg, thrilling sensation that blocked out everything else. While she was being fucked down below she hated to be distracted from that pleasure. Yet the human body is ever adaptable. After a few adjustments she participated in both sensations and could handle it.
A part of her tasted Doug's prick meat and felt the smooth exudation of his preseminal fluid on her tongue. It was an exquisite pleasure to bite and to suck on the sexed-up penis while the other worked so hotly in her cunt. She felt forward along his shaft to his balls to enjoy the erotic sensations of fondling a male sex organ in its excited state.
She didn't have to worry about Peter and her cunt. The younger man rammed in and out of her with powerful lustful strokes. Each round of friction-play seemed to drive her to higher pleasure and make her cunt, her belly and her whole body come alive with glowing excitement.
"Two's ... better than one ... "she cried out between sucks.
She felt like the queen of the world in servicing two eager young blades. What would her other friends of forty plus make of her double conquest?
"Maybe ... we should get ... somebody for your ass," laughed Doug in between his grunts of pleasure.
"No, thanks, this is fine."
"I can hear her suck your cock," said Peter from below. He felt bolder now. "I can look up, I can see it all."
"I see you, too," laughed Doug. "You're jamming it into her like this is your last time ever. Don't wear it out."
"Can't help ... feels so great. Tight, hot, wet."
"So's mine," said Doug. "Tight, yes, and hot and wet. Besides I get the teee ... OHHH ... her teeth ... grooving my cock."
He ran his hands in luxury through Naomi's thick, dark hair. He began to stroke down the slope of her back, pleasing his sensitive palms with the caresses of her supple flesh. His other hand sought one of her tits.
As if by magic Peter reached up at the same time to fondle and knead her other breast. The new attack on Naomi almost made her come.
"Ah, heee ... you men ... oh, I'm so sennnnnnsitive there! Feels soooo GREAT!"
She went back to sucking Doug's cock, yet for a few panicked seconds she thought her body would close on Peter's pulsing pecker as she gave up her total sexuality. The fire of pleasure laced her whole body now, knees to shoulders. That crazed, ineffable feeling of deep erotic distress-joy possessed her.
"Caaaa-can't last long," she reported.
"How much time?" called Peter.
Doug looked at his wrist watch.
"Lots of time. Not even fifteen minutes yet. We can go for twenty, still have time to dress and get back downstairs by eleven-thirty."
His playing the detached, sucked bigshot, showing complete control almost cost him his jism. Naomi's teeth and tongue seemed to strike a main sex nerve suddenly organizing his whole body into a fiery torch of pleasure.
"OH, GREAT GOD," he said, losing his cool.
"Break him, Naomi," cheered Peter. "I can see him getting ready to throw it."
Doug stopped stroking her back and her breast to hold her head. He gritted his teeth and fucked faster into her mouth, making her take it.
"Can go ... like this ... all night ... " he boasted.
"MMMMMMMMM."
"She wants to say something, boss."
"It isn't a contest!" gasped Naomi when Doug released her head. She was so high and hot now she thought she might go any split second.
Yet a curious, deeply erotic situation held them. Each hung just below the point of orgasm in an excruciating pleasure world of wild, reacting sex nerves, frictioned to maximum pleasure. Breathing was deep and rich as three hearts pounded. All three bodies were moist with the excitement of the three-way sex.
"FEEL IT SO ... DEEP," said Naomi.
She felt she was so soaked in erotic joy that the slightest additional pressure that she received at any point on her body would fling her to orgasm, yet she reveled in holding on to her voluntary control, right at the edge of orgasm.
Doug had resumed his breast massage and his back-stroking, taking in the richness of caressing her nude, moist skin.
"Can't last ... want to hang on," he said.
He couldn't believe his shaft would take so much hot sucking and his reservoir not break. It felt like his jism inside of his body sizzled to a steam state and his whole body was bloated with the tension of his joy.
"Should've thrown it ... long ago," Peter gasped from below.
He'd never had such a lusty fuck. The younger women he'd had sex with had either come very fast and pulled him along or he had rammed himself to glory because they obviously would never come. This was mutual, teasing, rising action where Naomi's quivers of sexuality added to his flames and his added to hers.
They hung, fucking and sucking, drifting deeper into the true magnificent state of animal eroticism where the body is all and the plunging male or female is only vaguely aware of the other, though highly stimulated.
"Screw her ass," said Peter.
At first Naomi, in her pleasure rocking didn't make sense of the words. They only became real when she felt Doug's fingers that had roamed down the lovely valley of her backbone slide down to her crack.
"She likes it," Peter was panting passionately.
"NOOOOO," cried Naomi.
Too late! Doug found the pucker of her asshole. Her seam was plenty wet enough from the oils that Peter had fucked out of her. Doug used the cunt juices to oil her hole and press it with his finger. That was the straw that topped the whole haystack.
Her sensitive anus nerves, so far not disturbed, flung a riotous signal of stimulation up into her belly, triggering her glazed, near breaking cunt nerves.
"HA--OHHHHHH," she said.
She let go of Doug's cock. She quivered in ecstatic joy, like someone shot by an electric current of pleasure. She went half-faint as the elevator thrill in her belly shot up to burst through the ceiling of her control.
"NOWWW, OW, OW," she cried out.
She felt his finger go inside of her sphincter and she clipped. Excruciatingly lovely throbs of her cunt and asshole spun her completely out of control in passion-pleasure.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh," she said, squeezing, gasping, spluttering, surrendering her womanhood to Peter who plunged faster inside of her. Continuous runs of orgasmic relief and happiness made her grunt and twist.
That was too much for Peter. The rhythmic girl explosions, muffled in her cunt, along his cock overloaded his own sex equipment.
"MEEEE, TOOOO," he sang. "Uh, uh, uh, uh."
His butt lifted under her as he froze. His liquid darts came from an exploding muscular set of convulsions while his eyes wentT^ig and his every muscle joined the chain that added to the power of his ejaculation.
Never had he thrown such fantastic, powerful shots of liquid into a woman's body. Each dart brought intense relief and exquisite, burning joy. It felt like his cock shot through her soft womb flesh and laid his baby stuff into the middle of her vital parts. Wham, wham, wham. He was later ashamed of the animal grunts and groans that he felt rush out of him as he clutched Naomi's buttocks, felt her cunt clip and seeded deep in her belly.
"AH, YES, YES, YES," he said, relishing the double orgasm they paid each other. In some ways, he realized, he'd never truly plumbed his own erotic depths before. This was the sweet ultimate, and it felt like he could convulse and spend in her cunt forever.
"Go, you two, go," Doug encouraged them.
"Ah, ah, ah." "Uh, uh, uh."
Doug had temporarily lost his cocksuck, yet he didn't mind the interruption as he watched the sexual surrender of the woman and the man. It was delicious to see Naomi strain and hear her grunt and watch her have to give up her womanhood just from that extra shot of contact in her hot little ass. He didn't have to frig very far into her butt-hole either, just inside the sphincter to feel the slick, silken gut. He enjoyed the sensation of her asshole throbbing on his finger as her cunt clipped on Peter's prick.
With his finger sliding inside her tight asshole, he could feel Peter's prick throb through her membrane, as Peter seeded into her belly. He felt like he was tight and close to the holy act of creation; it was intensely sexy.
Naomi tapered, got some of her senses back, and immediately attacked his cock. She pulled up off of Peter's hips so he could see the run of spent sex juice from her body and the high glisten of Peter's reddened still stiff cock, heavily smeared with her juices and his.
"Uh," said Doug.
Naomi laughed. She reached down her belly to soak her hand in the combined juices of sex and jacked off Doug's cock with the silken, hot stuff, right out of her belly, Peter's seed and her oils. Doug's cock slurped to be stroked in her fist with those virile oils.
"Holy hell!" he said.
They could all hear his cock slog to its thrilled finish. Yet that wasn't all. Naomi cried, "Now I drink!"
She slurped his cock and the juices into her mouth and Doug thought he was going to jump out of his skin in excitement.
"OH, AHHHHHH!" he cried, much too loudly. He gave a fearsome, deep grunt of exquisite pleasure. He seized Naomi's shoulders and then bunted into her mouth, frozen briefly in hot joy and let his jism fly.
His sperm shot out of his cock in thrilled bursts to mingle with the other juices as she drank the leaping member. Doug felt like he tossed it from his toes as he shot it off, relieved and joy-crazed with spurt after spurt of boiling come.
"AH, MEEEEEEE," he groaned and let it all go. His butt tensed and untensed, his belly muscles locked and unlocked, as he threw spuming shots of greased seed into Naomi's sucking, milking mouth which she gulped down in unrestrained joy. It was a fabulous clearance of his sex reservoir.
He fell forward,, spent and glowing, when he'd blasted out all he had to give. No ... he had no complaint over being the one to get the suck, not the fuck!
The three hedonists fell apart to rest for a moment, hearts slowing and breathing going easier.
"Got to move out pretty quick," said Peter. "It must be about eleven thirty ... "
At that moment it seemed as if doom struck. They all plainly heard an approaching heavy tread coming up the stairs. EVELYN!
"Oh-oh," muttered Doug. "We made too much noise."
"YESSSSS," Peter groaned in erotic delight.
"Quiet," hissed Naomi. "Nobody move!"
Her hand swept over to wink out the night light. Her heart started to pound again as she heard Evelyn's heavy step reach the top of the stairs, and then the bulky figure came into sight, clearly outlined in the dim light from the hall . . .
At about the moment that Naomi and her friends concluded their sex run at the Allison house, Veronica was also experiencing a new sexual adventure at her apartment. She lay on her bed, stark naked, legs open and stared at the other person in her bedroom.
Debbie Payne, her redheaded friend from work stepped close to the bed.
"You really ... you think it's all right if I feel in your ... "
"I want you to feel in my cunt," said Veronica calmly. "I want to prove that I'm not a virgin any more."
"Oh, I believe you."
The good-looking redhead sat on the edge of Veronica's bed and stared at the long, nude body of her friend. The two girls from Glacier Lake had been friends since Veronica had joined, and more than once they'd played lesbian. Nothing serious. Just kidding around.
Debbie Payne fascinated Veronica because she was so much her opposite. Debbie was the office sex target ... every office has one. No matter how hard she tried to escape the image she couldn't. The rounded little redhead had buttery locks, an open, pert face, a curving salacious mouth, and a sinuous walk that drove men crazy. "It has something to do with my spine linkages, not my desire to get laid," Debbie said smiling in annoyance. Debbie was the sort of girl who could smile when angry.
Veronica's austere, pure classical face, scrubbed look, Scandanavian body, won her respect and even awe from some men. At the water cooler, men practially bowed and handed her the first cup. Debbie, at the water cooler, usually got her bouncy behind patted.
The truth amused Veronica. She was innocent but kinky. Debbie was far from innocent, but straight. Veronica worried about her kinks, while Debbie wished she had some.
Debbie placed a shy hand on Veronica's smooth, flat belly.
"You sure you want me to feel."
"Oh, Debbie, of course I want you to feel! I'm proud of it!"
Debbie daintily felt into Veronica's cunt, making the blonde girl gasp and shift as her private sex tunnel was invaded.
"HAH!"
The redhead's eyes, as blue as Veronica's widened as she slowly felt up the soft girl channel of her friend.
"You're c-clear all right. Smooth as glass."
"Jog me."
"What?"
Veronica laughed. "How many times in this life do you get a chance to feel up another woman's cunt, Debs?"
"But ... you've never felt in mine."
"I WILL NOW."
Veronica jumped the smaller girl, pulling her onto the bed. She hastily began to strip off Debbie's panties. The girls had been trying on clothes, so that Debbie wore only a bra and panties.
The two of them wrestled on the bed, laughing, as Veronica slowly imposed her will on Debbie and skinned her panties off. They began to pant and writhe in the excitement of fondling each other's nudity. At last Veronica pinned Debbie's arms with one of hers and felt down the plush belly of the redhead, right through the wiry pubic hairs, to finger into her cunt.
"How many men have been at your goodies this week, Debs?"
"Oh-hooo. N-n-none. But a few tried."
"Including Doug Sandstrom?"
"No. But some day he will, I know. I feel it in my bones. He has a fat, ugly wife, you know."
"That could get you the promotion you've always wanted. He's a vice-president ... and young. Roving eye."
"Oh, Ronnie, I couldn't do that!" They were silent for a few moments while Veronica slowly, easily jazzed the smaller girl's cunt with her fingers. She held Debbie in a tight lock, enjoying the quivers that the sex-stroking brought, relishing the play of Debbie's smooth buttocks on her belly and thighs. Debbie's breathing went deep while Veronica felt her friend's heartbeat speed up. She wondered if she were really going to girl-fuck Debbie. She wondered why she always got these kinky ideas.
It was admittedly pretty sexy, but you never knew what you were getting into. Her loss of virginity made her feel free, powerful, able to do anything. She'd never worry about a lesbian act, now that she knew she was okay with men ... she'd enjoyed the fuck too much to ever worry.
"Veronica ... sh-should we do this?" "Have I ever kissed you?"
"Yeah, Ronnie, that day in the car, don't you remember? It.was weird, but nevertheless sexy. Tongues inside mouths, everything."
"Have I ever fooled with your breasts?" She cupped one of Debbie's small, neat tits in her free hand, felt the hard nipple through the bra.
"Ye-ees, we did that too, the time at the swimming pool."
"Did you ever think I might put my fingers in your box, or try to suck you off?"
"I've ... thought about it. Oh, Veronica, I get so damned tired of men coming after me. It's a struggle to put them off. Sometimes I just give in. It's easier to take a f-fuck than argue, so it's nice to have an understanding girl friend."
"Well, you and I are going to take on a guy one more time. Both of us, at once. His name is Doug Sandstrom."
"VERONICA!"
"I've decided. You need that promotion. There's something I want, too, and it's the best way to get it."
She hugged Debbie's voluptuous body and continued to finger-fuck her. After a while the redhead began to grunt in sex happiness and gyrate her cunt on Veronica's fingers.
"Ah-uh, you're going to t-t-take me, Veronica."
"Just harmless girl-play. Someday we might go all the way in the full lesbian thing. We'll see."
Then she drove Debbie ruthlessly, making the redhead whine and gasp and rise and rise until with a cry of excited pleasure Debbie locked her thighs on Veronica's fingers and throbbed her orgasm.
"Oh, ahhhh, oh, oh, oh ... "
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was delicious fun for the two girls to capture Doug Sandstrom and take him to Veronica's apartment on the following Tuesday night.
"But how are we ever going to get something started?" asked Debbie. "He might make a-pass at one or the other of us ... but how together?"
"Just leave it to me," grinned Veronica. Since losing her maidenhead she felt totally competent and bold in the sex areas, where before she'd been asexual and repressed. It was almost like a special kind of gradua- tion.
The girls got some food, promising Doug a nice home-cooked meal. Doug had no problem in getting the evening off ... it was one of Evelyn's favorite TV nights. On those nights he had the feeling that she preferred him not to be around so she was obligated to talk to him. All that was required was a quick call home and the excuse of a sudden conference. Important executives had to expect these sudden, after-hours meetings.
Doug felt he was going to have to mend his ways on his extra-curricular sex activities. The episode Saturday night had been wild and crazy, so they almost got caught.
When Evelyn reached the head of the stairs that night she'd been on her way to the bathroom. The three naked people held their breaths but she didn't look into the bedroom. Naomi grabbed her clothes and scurried down the stairs to show Evelyn the needlepoint which, fortunately she had in the bedroom. Peter scuttled to the other bedroom to dress and appear later, muttering about Naomi's storm window.
Doug had to sweat it out, naked in the bedroom until Evelyn finished in the bath and returned downstairs. It was murder because he'd left his clothes in the bathroom where Evelyn might see them. Luck was on his side. When he got back downstairs, dressed, having made a detour to bring in the snack stuff from the trunk of his car, everything was quiet and normal. Evelyn hadn't caught on. The evening ended with the swingers relieved and Evelyn still in the dark.
Just the same Doug knew that discovery was inevitable if he kept taking chances like that. Tonight should be okay. He'd convinced himself he had to have a long, serious talk with Veronica about helping her mother find that picture.
Time was running out on Naomi. Harrison Clark wanted the picture or his money back, so every effort had to be made. Doug thought that Veronica might have heard something from her father that didn't seem important at the time, or could even be hiding solid information from her mother. He was the perfect go-between, with deep feelings for both of them.
It annoyed him that he couldn't be with Veronica alone.
"I hoped to see you privately," he managed to whisper to Veronica.
"Come on, Doug. Debbie's a nice person and we planned to get together."
"Maybe she'll go home early."
"Maybe," smiled Veronica.
It would've been fine if he'd had Debbie alone. She was a sexy redhead. More than once he'd debated making a pass at her, but the affair with Naorni eliminated the need. He knew his chances of making out when there were two girls together were zero. Women took no reputation risks around another woman.
While the girls prepared the dinner, Veronica got him aside to suggest that he take a shower.
"In case Debbie leaves early?" he whispered hopefully.
"In case Debbie leaves early," she grinned.
It made sense. There was no greater sex than after a nice cleansing, relaxing shower. If he got it ahead of time, he and Veronica could jump in bed as soon as Debbie faded.
Doug started his shower in a happy, mellow mood. Life had been good to him lately both in his career and especially in a sex way. As he moved aside all of the myriad bottles, jars and containers with which women seemed to line their bathtubs and let the hot water play on him he felt his cock thicken and get half hard, anticipating the delightful time ahead.
The door opened. Through the mist of the water and the vagueness of the shower curtain he saw Veronica practically undressed with her nearly nude flesh, distorted by the curtain.
"Baby, how about a nice kiss?" he called out to her.
A small hand came through the division of the curtains. He laughed, took it and put it down on his half-hard cock. Then he reached through the curtains and lifted Veronica right into the shower-tub with him. She was surprisingly light in his arms. Blue eyes flashed on his in astonishment, and a swirl of beautiful red hair flew.
"DEBBIE!" he cried.
"Oh, hu-hullo, Mr. Sandstrom!"
She wore only her panties. Her neat round breasts were nude.
"I Was only ... I just ... "
Her warm body came against his, her panties wetting instantly.
"Mr. Sandstrom, I ... I've been meaning to talk to you. I think you can help me with a promotion."
His cock was against her belly, hardening. Her sweet, soft flesh was quickly wet with water, so that his hands slid sexily on her supple young flesh.
"Pro-promotion?" he gasped.
It was shocking, his mistake. It was also incredibly thrilling to find himself alone in the shower with this near-nude young girl, so good-looking and so desirable. He ran his hands down her curving back. He cupped her rounded buttocks. He pressed her belly tight to his cock.
"I just thought I'd mention- ... " she squeaked.
"Debbie, always thought you were a gem, a real fine, beautiful g-girl," he cried. "Oh, Debbie, I really want to know you better."
"I know you could help me get that raise, Mr. Sandstrom."
"Call me Doug."
Hugging was not enough. He turned her face up and kissed her. Soft, warm lips opened as they thrilled together in a tight lock. He felt like the top of his head would come off with joy. Imagine getting a crack at the luscious redhead.
The promotion would be no problem from his executive position. A few more dollars for a girl, a different title. What was the point of being a VP if you couldn't work a few deals like this. He'd been canny; the company would raise no objection if he wanted to promote Debbie Payne.
"Can you ... uh, help me, Doug?"
Her surprise was over. She showed no resentment. In fact, her eyes had a salacious, excited look. Seductive.
"You know I can help you, Debbie. Especially if you're ... ah ... friendly like this."
"I've always liked you, Doug. But we'd have to get away from Veronica tonight. You know, leave early and go to my place, or something."
There was no hesitation in Doug's mind now. Veronica was better-looking than Debbie, and Veronica was the girl he'd expected to have tonight. For Debbie this was a new sex experience, practically falling into his arms. If he could have her, turn her on ... well, it was just too good a chance to miss. He'd already been with Veronica. This was new stuff ... and available.
Veronica would probably be available to him in the future. It was obvious that he couldn't have both girls at once, so it was best to take the new stuff. Besides, she was folded into his arms giving him the world's greatest hard-on. There are few thrills finer than to have fantasized about a woman at one's work, seeing her in her clothes day after day, lusting for her ... and then finding her naked in your arms!
He closed his eyes, kissing her hungrily, making her breathing go deep, and caressed her naked flesh made doubly sexy by the slickness of the water.
"Oh, doll, I do dig you ... always have. Thought a dozen times about asking for a date," he told her between kisses.
"But, Mr. Sandstrom ... Doug ... y-you're married."
"My wife hates sex. She wants me to get it on the outside," he lied. He could not have told that lie a couple of weeks ago. His new erotic life changed him.
He discovered her beautiful tits, gleaming with the water, big-tipped, ripe and enticing. He gobbled them and felt his sexuality rise another notch. Those hard little nipples, this soft yielding body, that hot willing mouth ... Debbie Payne was a great fuck. He felt wild to take her right down in the tub.
"Debbie, I HAVE TO HAVE IT," he cried in happy desperation.
She was almost as hot as he. Veronica had sent her into the bathroom and told her what to do. Debbie couldn't believe that it would be that easy to get into sex with the vice-president. Young as he was, he seemed like a remote, dignified person who never thought about such things. A brainy girl who knew about such things had told her that men who had power were very sexy to women. She didn't know whether it was his body, which was great, or his position, his power to help her out, that turned her on.
She knew that her cunt burned and her belly creamed ... and it had been easy, just like Veronica predicted. The virility of that big cock pressing the out- side of her stomach turned her on as much as anything.
"I ... haven't been having much sex lately," she confessed. "I--I don't know if I can handle this."
"Doll, that's an easy problem to solve!"
His fingers slid inside of her wet panties, down around the curve of her firm buttocks, between her legs and in to her seam. He found her cunt.
"Oh, now," she protested, jumping. It embarrassed her to have a man finger into her cunt.
"Love your hot little box."
"Doug, Doug ... I don't think ... Veronica's cooking in the kitchen ... but if she muh-misses meee. Oh, oh."
"Baby, suck me, just a little bit."
Even more than the hugging, kissing and nipple-biting, he wanted to get his cock inside of her body RIGHT NOW. She was a luscious little piece. He forced her to the knees in the tub, his back protecting her hair from the spraying water.
Her eyes got big as she saw the size of his jabber but she took it into her mouth.
"HO-HUUUUUUU," he gasped in high pleasure.
She was turned on now, beginning to lose her inhibitions. The feel of his hard meat along with the excited quivers of his body told her he was crazy for her ... which gave her permission to let her feelings go.
"Just ... keep my hair dry," she begged.
He grabbed a towel from the shower curtain rod and protected her long red hair. She turned back to her erotic work, jogging her own cunt, feeling the heat of her belly grow as her love-desires expanded and began to possess her. Maybe they could get off a run before dinner.
Doug was in his own kind of heaven. He rocked on his feet, thrusting his cock with determination into Debbie's hot mouth, feeling the hot sex need trace up his body from his knees to his shoulders. What made this trip especially good was the spray of warm water on his back. It warmed his skin on his back, then ran smoothly over his buttocks, some of it inside his crack and down his back thighs to add a silken, erotic touch.
"That water ... feels so good ... behind ... and your mouth, d-doing me," he enthused.
She paused a minute to laugh and say: "It feels great but it's a little hard on my knees."
"Just a little while, dear heart," he begged.
She did the standard things. She turned her head sideways to take separately each ball into her mouth and suckle it ... he felt that deep in his guts. She nibbled up one side of his blade and down the other. She used her pink tongue to rim and rim again the mushroom top of his rod, to bring all the thick sex nerve patch into excitement.
"AHHHH, THAT'S DOING IT," he encouraged her.
What made it feel especially good was that the arch of her mouth fit the shape of his cock exactly. When she sucked his member in and pressed on the bottom of his shaft, his cock head notched tightly into the hot velvet roof of her mouth ... and he thought he'd come up jerking and spurting from that delicious sex fit.
"Perfect ... cock suck," he told her. "Every five, six rides in you ... I'm twice as hot as the last round."
"I made it ... too," she confessed.
Her hand continued busily between her legs. Once Debbie got sexed up she sure lost that shyness!
His mad desire to throw jism grew and grew as the minutes passed. He got used to the steady drumming of the water, forgot where he was in the growing delight ...
"Won't ... be long now ... " he whispered.
His cock throbbed drily in ecstasy, while his boiling jism inside began to send signals that it couldn't be contained for long.
That was Veronica, knocking on the door.
"DOUG. HURRY THAT SHOWER. DINNER . . . SOON READY!"
Doug had forgotten all about dinner, all about the outside world. He came back to the present with a start. Debbie's reaction was even stronger. She slid his cock out of her mouth. She got up and out of the tub.
"Doug ... got to go ... can't let Veronica catch us ... "
"No. Noooo ... " he begged.
"After dinner ... you could pretend meeting ... leave," she said. "Then I could leave after that ... catch up with you."
"Debbie,- you come back here."
"No, no. We can't afford to get caught."
She grabbed one of the big towels and fled the bathroom, leaving him hung up high, within inches of a luscious orgasm. He groaned in frustration.
It seemed as if Debbie was barely gone when Veronica came back, this time actually entering the bathroom. Unfortunately she was clothed.
"How are you getting along, Doug?"
"F-fine!"
He was actually just about to grab his aching, frustrated prick and give it a discharge. She came right up to the shower and stood there.
"Let me feel it."
He caught his breath. His cock was rock hard, still rigid from the exquisite suck action of Debbie. What would she think if ...
Her hand snaked inside of the shower curtain. She unerringly grabbed his cock, her fingers wrapping around it.
"DOUG!"
"I--Pve been thinking ... what we could do later," he improvised, sweating. "I ... guess I excited myself."
She laughed and jogged his stiff prick.
"I'll say. Just about all the way there. You must've been at yourself, Doug."
"C-couldn't last through dinner without some re-relief," he said.
"Stick it outside the curtain. I don't want to get wet."
Breathing hard, he complied. She bent and sucked the erection into her mouth. Right after Debbie's suck. He came up on his toes and thrilled. Fantastic.
"Oh, Veronica, that's hevvwvennn-leee," he cooed.
In seconds she had him right back to where he'd been when Debbie deserted him. He didn't want to get Veronica wet, so he held onto the shower curtain rod and fucked, gasping, trembling in his eagerness to throw. God, he was hot.
"I think-I think--" he-stuttered.
It was Debbie knocking on the door this time.
"HURRY UP, DOUG!" called Debbie. "SHE'LL GET SUSPICIOUS ... YOU IN THERE SO LONG!"
"Whoops," laughed Veronica. "Almost discovered. We'll have to save it for later, Doug. I've got to get back to the food."
"Veronica, damn it ... I'm dying ... "
"Later, dear lover."
She put her mouth down on his prick and gave him three or four luscious demand sucks. He almost went out of his mind. Those last pulls of her mouth on his cock peaked him.
"See you soon," she whispered.
She turned and was gone. Behind her Doug strained to his orgasm, unable to stop it now. As she opened the bathroom door, he grunted and shot off a long, happy loop of jism. The door barely closed when the hot come hit it, Veronica unaware of what happened.
"OH, GOD. OH, OH, OH."
He rinsed out spurt after spurt. The second and third shot across the bathroom in graceful arcs and splattered on the door where the first had hit. With some of the high tension gone, the next ones spumed out but fell short of the door. He shot lazy snakes of male liquid in a trail clear across the floor, grunting his joy, the last couple barely making it out of his cock. In a way it was a waste of jism, yet he felt his power and virility as he saw the stuff curl through the air before falling to the floor. He had no complaint. He'd been sexily sucked by two fabulous young girls, and there was no way he could keep his excited lifeseed in his body after a double manipulation like that . . .
He felt relaxed at dinner but he soon saw he was caught in a dangerous dilemma. Veronica got him aside and whispered.
"Why don't you pretend you have some work to do and leave after dinner. When Debbie takes off you can sneak back in. Then we'll have our real evening."
"A great idea," he said.
But what was he to do? When he left, Debbie had already arranged to leave, and he'd join her outside to go to her house. If he did that, that would leave Veronica waiting for him to return to the apartment.
Dinner was finished ... it was time to act. He still didn't know how to handle it.
"I'm glad you don't have any late work you have to go back to, tonight," Veronica prodded him.
"Yes. So many nights they tell me you have to come back. The executive's life," added Debbie.
"Ohmigod," he saidi. "Glad you girls reminded me. I do have to head back to the office to do a report. It was so much fun I forgot."
His misery was real when he left. Now he was really in the soup. If he followed Debbie when she went out, he'd enjoy a new lover ... but in the long run she didn't excite him as much as Veronica. If he returned to Veronica, he'd never get a second chance at Debbie.
He sat in his darkened car, shivering. He was afraid to run the motor ... the girls might look out of the window and notice the white plume of smoke. For a few, wild moments he thought he might dash to Debbie's, fuck her, and then rush back to Veronica's . . , But, no. That was too much like making hard exercise out of one of life's great pleasures. So he sat as the long minutes went by, now thinking that he would go after Debbie, next that he would return to Veronica's. Debbie didn't come out. Time went by. He shivered, he cursed. There was a lot more to womanizing than sticking your happy prodder into some girl's hot cunt!
Meanwhile Veronica and Debbie sipped coffee and wine in the comfort of the apartment and hugged themselves and each other in delight as they peeked out of the window and saw Doug's car with the disconsolate man sitting there, totally hung up.
"You don't think he'll get mad at us?" asked Debbie after a long time had passed.
"You saw how faithless he is, when I had you test him. He was ready to jump you, then he wanted to jump me. All most men think about is gettng their rocks off and finding a new sex partner whenever they can."
"Well, there's my promotion ..."
"Sit tight, Debbie. He deserves to suffer for an hour."
At the end of the hour, Doug felt crushed, angry and miserable. To hell with it. He'd go on home. He'd tell the girls tomorrow that he got sick and couldn't keep the date, each thinking it was with her. Nooo ... that wouldn't do; then they'd be insulted that he couldn't stand their cooking. Oh, hell!!
He spun his motor in disgust. He'd have to figure out something tomorrow. It served him right for being greedy and wanting to fuck both girls.
Suddenly two shadows jumped at him, one on each side of the car.
"Don't you want to come upstairs and fuck both of us at once?" grinned Veronica from the driver's side.
"A lot easier than trying to be two places at once," laughed Debbie, approaching from the other side ... He glared at them, then laughed . . .
Minutes later Doug rested in the middle of Veronica's bed, like a king with his harem. He was naked with only a towel thrown over his middle. Veronica gave him a pen and a pad of paper.
"We're going to have a little fashion show," she said. "You have to keep score, see which girl is the most exciting."
Doug took a sip of his wine, sighed and felt his euphoria. The girls were imaginative, give them that . . .The first sight they treated him with was Veronica in a fur coat, her blonde hair and beautiful face a striking contrast to the dark, glossy coat she wore. The coat ended just above her knees, showing part of her thighs, graceful and curving and then there were boots, emphasizing her well-turned calves.
She paraded at the end of the bed, smiling provocatively. Then slowly . . . slowly she opened the coat. Doug had to catch his breath at the magnificent nude beauty she revealed. There was the thrilling line of her rounded, naked thighs leading up to net-like bikini panties that showed just a hint of her blonde pubic hairs and a fuzzy pink suggestion of her cunt.
Her belly, navel, torso were naked, soft, gleaming, next came her breasts, absolutely naked, absolutely glorious, her nipples absolutely rock hard.
To make the sight even more exciting, the inner lining of the coat was satin, so there was the fringe of fur, the gleam of the satin lining, and her young, nubile body, half-naked and provocatively posed.
"That's a ten, ten, ten!" cried Doug happily. He clapped his hands. But Veronica, vacating her show-off spot thought with a smile and some inner excitement that the real proof was that tent of a hard-on she raised as his cock lifted the towel off his belly . . .
Debbie responded with a fur chubby that covered her only to her waist. Below that she wore a long-forgotten miniskirt that barely covered her cunt. She also wore boots, and above them she wore the sheerest, sexiest pantyhose that Doug had ever seen. They were so fine that they looked like a mist. Her thighs and legs, in proportion to her body, were as elegant as Veronica's. She was smaller, but more rounded, more voluptuous. When she opened her chubby she also revealed naked breasts, not the glorious mountains of Veronica, but pert, meaty and well-shaped beauties with striking pink nipples.
Her soft skin gleamed against the fur, her deep navel and slightly full belly gave way to the highly exciting red mass of pubic hair and then those fabulous thighs caught in the mist of the pantyhose. She raised the miniskirt to show him this and then turned slowly, still holding up the miniskirt to reveal her ass.
Doug liked a cute girl's behind as much as the next man, yet this sight really made his cock strain. For the first time he could remember he had a sudden urge towards anal sex. Debbie's little butt was chubby with full circles and her dark crack in that pantyhose was a cocklifter. He just wanted to get off the bed and plunge his blade into her asshole, right through the pantyhose and those deep, sexy cheeks.
"See anything?"
"Perfect, Debbie. That's a ten," he laughed.
She reached over and squeezed his cock in the towel.
"NO!" cried Veronica from the closet where the girls changed costumes. "That's cheating."
"I think one of us is going to get raped," laughed Debbie, skipping away from the bed as Doug made a swing at her to catch her in a hug and failed.
Veronica next paraded forth in her new satin hostess pajamas, peach-colored, that Doug remembered so well. It was the outfit she'd worn on the night he'd fucked her virginity away. He found his breath going short to see that lovely body in the well-remembered outfit.
To make it sexier, she tied the arms of the blouse around her neck and wore it on her back, leaving her front, including her breasts, exposed. As she turned this way and that, Doug feasted his eyes on the sheen of the pajama pants, swirling over her charms and her nudity up above. That had to be a ten, ten, ten, too, he thought. He also thought that Veronica cheated. She knew that her 'virginity' costume would send his blood pressure through the roof, but Debbie wouldn't know about that.
"How am I doing," she smiled at him.
"Ahead on the breasts, even on the belly and behind on the ass," he said, laughing.
"Oh-ho," said Veronica and she dove for the closet.
Debbie's next costume was a wine-colored sheath. It clung high to her neck and had a slit in the side. She showed no nude flesh at all ... yet it was one of the sexiest dresses Doug had ever seen on a woman. It was of a soft material that clung, and swirled and flowed at all feminine parts of her body, across her hips, pulling at her breasts to show nipples, stretched sexily across her ass, leaving a suggestive depression between her buttocks, and clinging to her belly and her thighs.
"You wore that once at a company party; I remember it," said Doug.
"And fought off beasts all night," laughed Debbie. "I never dared use it in public again."
It just showed that nudity wasn't the only way a woman could display her sexuality, thought Doug. He gave it a 'nine', scratched that out and gave it a 'ten'. It was damned sexy.
Veronica's next ... and last ... costume was so great that it stunned Doug and almost lifted him right off the bed. It looked like some kind of a body stocking, and it was either for show business or designed to have something worn underneath it. It was a tight-fitting black netting that covered Veronica from her throat to her ankles. It was as sheer as the pantyhose Debbie had worn, except it was black instead of gold. It was decorated with little clumps of 'spiders' or black cloth dots, giving the open netting a web effect, to catch the girl's ripe charms. It was also decorated at intervals with sequins that glittered in the light. Most of the costume was open, netting and Doug could see all of the girl's nakedness, her tits and red nipples, her cunt with blonde pubic hairs and pink slash. As she walked it shivered and clung to her body, jiggling at her breasts, pulling at her crotch, belly and hips.
With Veronica's Scandanavian good looks, her blonde hair, her flashing eyes and then her exquisite body caught in this webbing, with the dark spots and glittering sequins, she made the most tantalizing creature Doug had ever seen. It was exceedingly sexy.
She wore high heels and paced before him, while he stared in utter awe. It was incredible how the girl had flowered from the virginal innocence of a few days ago. She must have deep, hidden depths of high erotic flame, he thought, to be so utterly gorgeous and sexy when she was so girlish before.
Then she turned and paraded away from him.
"Oh, yessss!" he exclaimed.
He had never seen such a desirable ass on a woman. It shattered the display Debbie had made. Veronica's buttocks were deeper and fuller than Debbie's. Her crack was breathtaking, and the twin upthrust curves were absolutely perfect. Her skin gleamed like satin and the contained female movements of her behind crazed him. He just wanted to jump on her and shove his prick as deep up her buttocks as it would go.
"How does my ass come off?" she asked with a smile over her shoulder.
"YOU WIN!" cried Doug. "That's a pure eleven, the living end!"
Debbie came forth from the closet with her last costume, but both she and Doug watched the happy Veronica make one more parade around the room in that fabulous outfit. The combination of girl, costume and shining sexuality were so great that they held their breaths.
It was that seldom-experienced sensation of seeing something classical and unforgettable. Doug had to shiver. Twenty ... forty years from now ... he'd never forget that gorgeous twenty-year-old body in that filmy, sequin-covered body costume. Even Veronica seemed aware that it was super special. They were all silent for a few moments.
Debbie made her run with her final outfit but they all knew it was useless. She merely wore a red silk bandana canted across her hips, showing one flank, nylons with garters, some of the new high heels and a cute beret on top of her redhead.
Both girls advanced on the bed then. Doug's cock had remained hard throughout the delicious display and now he sat up, ready for action. But it was not yet his moment.
While he watched in astonishment and growing excitement, Veronica folded Debbie in her arms, right in front of him. Being slightly taller, she played the dyke and held Debbie's head as she bent and kissed her on the mouth.
Girlish bellies forced together. Sweet young loins began to gyrate. Bold hands reached behind back to squeeze buttocks and press the girl bellies still tighter together.
He saw their cheeks blush now and wet saliva as pink tongues flashed. They weren't faking it. They were French kissing and pelvic fucking one another. It was the wildest sight yet.
Doug grabbed his cock and pumped it, throwing the towel aside.
"Girls, I'll die of happiness before this night is over," he said.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Both girls stripped to the nude, Veronica taking care not to tear that sexy, delightful netting. Then they advanced on the bed.
"Doug, you'll have to be the master of revels," said.. Veronica.
He lifted the towel from his cock which sprang to stretched tension. He felt like a millionaire of the flesh as the two young women took places on either side of him and waited for him to make his desires known.
It was a situation beyond compare. Doug reached to his left and to his right, placing his hands on each girl belly. He felt down to the two different cunts, enjoying the leisure to play before fucking. He found hot girl jelly inside each set of cunt lips. Wearing those clothes, showing off for him, keeping his prick locked to a hard-on, had excited the females.
He sent a long finger up each swelling sex channel, felt two pairs of loins undulate, and heard two girl voices moan and gasp.
"What a. fabulous time," he said. "Two of you at once ... how often in life does any man get to stroke two dolls ... and both of them beauties."
"Don't forget, we want something from you."
He brought his hands over from each cunt and laved his rod with the warm essence of both cunts, making it gleam and throb.
"I know what you want, Debbie. What's your price, Veronica."
"I'll tell you later," said the blonde.
He had to make a decision now. Obviously he could only plug one girl. He'd have to suck the cunt of the other girl. Veronica turned him on the most, especially after wearing that sexy costume, but Debbie had the overwhelming advantage in that she was a new cunt that he'd never fucked.
"I think I want to start with Debbie," he said.
"Oh, you bastard," said Veronica.
"Gome on, Ronnie," said Debbie. "You've only just started your sex life and you're already getting greedy."
"I have a lot of catching up to do."
"Yes, but I'm twenty-five and you're only twenty. You have a lot of time to catch up in."
"You win," laughed Veronica. "I'll live with it."
She didn't really mind ... she just wanted to tease Doug. From the beginning of the evening, she'd decided no what she wanted from Doug. She'd been sucked and sucked a male prick. She'd finally been fucked. She wanted to feel his cock up her ass. She guessed most women would have to be talked into something like that, but her anal interest was long-standing and deep-seated. Yet it wasn't the kind of letch you just burst out and explained casually. Let Doug have his nice, normal sex run and then get into the kink.
They discussed different ways to perform the double sex. If Doug had mounted Debbie he'd have the most freedom to extend his head beyond hers and lick Veronica's cunt. Yet Debbie might have a feeling of being smothered.
"It's all right. I'd be close to that excited slurping," said Debbie.
Doug decided, however, to take Debbie on top of him. If she sat on his hips, his chest and head would be free for Veronica's cunt. She could either face Debbie to be eaten, or turn her back to Debbie so Debbie could see the show while being fucked. All of them got hot, just discussing the possibilities. Doug swung the redhead across his hips. "Here goes!" he cried.
They all held their breaths as his hard cock approached Debbie's crotch. She spread her legs to expose her wet-gleaming pink cunt tissue. Cock met cunt. It sank sexily into the pink tunnel. It grooved up slowly, Debbie being small and tight. The redhead gave shorts gasps as she felt her body invaded by the huge prick. She was already dizzy from the sex tease of the clothes show and Veronica's kissing and fondling her.
"OH, DOUG, I FEEEEEL IT!" she cried. "Get it in deep," Veronica advised, fascinated to see another woman being fucked by a hard penis. She stroked her own clit to feel surges of sex joy between her legs, up her belly.
Debbie began to bounce to ease herself on the huge jong. Since her failed marriage that had ended a couple of years ago, she hadn't had much sex despite men always chasing her, so she found the experience fresh, exciting. She'd never hosted a cock as big as Doug's, which made her feel apprehensive, shivering in delight to take such a powerful member into her hot belly. Her juices flowed freely to oil the cunt-wounder, thank heavens!
"MUH-MAYBEI CAN ST-STAND IT," she panted doubtfully. "Oh, oh, oh." It.almost hurt, still the friction was terrific and the pressure on her clit gorgeous.
Doug held her buttocks as he forced her cunt open with his cock.
"Un-believable," he went.
The opening thrills of a fuck, opening the woman's passage was one of life's greatest joys. Debbie's interior body heat, her wetness and her tender movements sent huge flashes of joy up his shaft, deep into his body.
It was Veronica's turn. She spread her legs and brought him her dew-flecked cunt, leaning forward past his head onto the bed, being careful to leave him breathing room. He brought his head up and locked his mouth on her cunt. He drove his tongue inside of her "- cunt.
"Hooo-eeee," gasped Veronica. "You're stabbing my salt lick!"
"MMMMMM."
It definitely increased his sex heat. He let go of Debbie's hips to bring his hands up to Veronica's smooth, velvety hips and buttocks to control her loins. With his cock deep-seated in Debbie's body, he could leave that action to his own pumping and her. The fuck contact was so good that it needed nothing to improve it.
For a few moments all the attention concentrated on the new sex. Veronica reveled in the soft, insistent tongue digging into her sensitive cunt flesh. "I'm taken, Doug. Oh, I'm taken!" Undulating her belly in majestic delight, she felt streaks of luscious sex tension and desire open her up. She let herself grunt and go animal in the sliding, riding trip on his tongue.
Doug inhaled her sweet sex oils and slurped them down, smacking his lips.
"I could eat your cunt off!" he cried excitedly. Girl cunt up above, practically mashing into his face, covering him with sex smells, tastes, touches. Girl cunt down below rocking, gripping torture-pleasing his shaft. He had found heaven on earth.
To be sure it took some adjusting. Each person was distracted somewhat by the other sex scene going on, Debbie by the suck in front of her eyes, Veronica by the sounds and quivers of the fuck going on behind her back and Doug, doubly so, feeling cunt below and cunt above. Yet in jig time they all adjusted to the expanded sex and began to take advantage of it-Debbie enjoyed the most erotic sight. She could see the split of Veronica's buttocks, see the pleasured cunt, see Doug's thick, red tongue reaming into the sex passage. She leaned forward to grasp Veronica*s torso and lick and kiss the hollow of the girl's backbone. Her nipples raked into Veronica's thighs.
The contact increased Veronica's pleasure. She felt Debbie hug her while she also felt Debbie's body shake from the hot fuck the girl took down below. Suddenly all three of them were locked into a triple sex action, each body pleasing the other two. Doug sucked down on Veronica's cunt and pleasured her, even as he drilled up in Debbie's hot box and fucked her dizzy. Debbie rocked happily on the eager prick as she satisfied her kissing and hugging need on Veronica's trembling, shifting body. Veronica felt the hot ministrations of Debbie's arms and breasts.
"This is ... wildest trip ever!" Veronica thrilled.
"Going to ... explode all over!" cried Doug.
"Huh-heavenly ... incredible!" gasped Debbie.
They rocked, twisted and writhed, both girl bellies getting hotter and sexier from the action. Doug began to sweat heavily, going into the serious animal phase of the erotic play. He hoped that he could hold out long enough to please both girls. When his orgasm came, it would be so strong he'd black out everything but his own leaping pleasure.
They were able to hold the fierce, lustful action for another two minutes. Strangely, it was Veronica who broke first. That was because Debbie ran a finger down Veronica's crack, first rubbing her sensitive asshole and then fingering her friend's cunt, alongside Doug's tongue.
"AH, MEEE. I HAVE TO ... GOOOOO," cried Veronica. Her thighs tightened as her hips began to jerk. She felt a deep belly paralysis followed by a cream freeze and girl-bursting ecstasy.
"AHHHH, OHHHHHH," she went.
Both Doug and Debbie felt Veronica's exquisite pleasure as she went into her cunt run of glory, twisting, moaning and clipping on tongue and fingers.
Veronica fell off to one side. Debbie's eyes got big while her cunt movements went erratic.
"I THINK ... GOING TO COOOOME," she reported.
She felt ineffable, rising darts of extreme sexuality, went faint and became a girl animal in clutching Doug, gasping and paying off her sex treasure for him. There was a sweet, brief freeze and then she clipped, her cunt squeezing his cock with lustful spasms as she gave up all her girlhood. Doug felt her massive throbs of delight as his hands went back to her buttocks and he could sense the deep inner workings of the taken nerve network.
It seemed to him he just slid down inside of his body to some magic, totally physical world of pleasure and organized to throw.
"NEEE ... NOW!" he shouted. As Debbie finished her run, his started. He grunted up in ecstasy, held at the incredible peak as he lost control of his muscles to the sweet paralysis and then his cock burst inside Debbie's cunt.
It felt heavenly, almost holy, the gouts of liquid, the pleasure and the relief intermingled. He laid shot after shot of boiling hot come into the girl's body, making her jerk and extend her orgasm as they hugged and whined off their sexuality. An exhausted Veronica, laying to one side heard and registered their sexy orgasm responses. What a fantastic trip, to be so close to sex-expiring lovers as the male seeded the female belly with lifestuff!
Glowing with the euphoria of aftersex, they relaxed, sipped wine and talked, at first how much they'd enjoyed the three-way sex and then on to other subjects. Doug made his point to Veronica that she ought to help her mother with Naomi's financial problem. The missing picture made big trouble for her mother. After all, she and her mother weren't enemies, were they.
"No," said Veronica. "I wish her well. It's just that she and Dad didn't get along the last year they were alive, and I seemed to be closer to him."
"He took me out on a date once," Debbie volunteered.
The other two stared at her.
"My Dad ... dated you?" gasped Veronica.
Debbie blushed.
"Well, nothing big happened. He wasn't getting much at home, he said. We just went out to eat and drove around in his car. We necked a little, that's all. I still remember his great car with the big radio and tape deck, the crazy trim that didn't match, and the trunk that didn't open."
"He gave the car to me," said Veronica. "That's one thing I got out of his estate. Believe me, there wasn't much."
"You've searched it for the picture?"
"Of course, over and over ..."
"I'd like to look at that trick trunk," said Doug.
"Be my guest . . . only not tonight, lover, if you don't mind."
"Not tonight," breathed the relaxed Doug . . .
After that they talked about what Doug might do to get Debbie a promotion. Doug explained that he'd been careful not to ask too many favors of the company, so that he was sure he could do something for her. Debbie left shortly after that, explaining that she was an unfortunate that, had to have a full night's sleep to survive ...
After she was gone, Veronica lay on the bed in her robe, while Doug replaced the towel over his middle. She could tell that the insurance executive had recovered and was interested again in sex. Now was the time to ask for what she wanted ... or forever hold her peace. If she couldn't ask it of Doug Sandstrom, she couldn't ask it of anybody.
"Doug," she said, "did I ever tell you I had sex once with my father?"
"My God, no!" he gasped. Then: "But that's crazy ... you were a virgin just last week. Oh, you mean oral sex."
"Not oral sex." She had his full attention now. She went on, closing her eyes because she felt nervous with his eyes upon her.
"It was a year before he died. I was at home then and Mom was away. r think it was her relatives in Iowa. It was a summer day, one of those hot days when you feel restless. I'd just gotten out of school, gone to work for Glacier Lake, enjoyed my first few paychecks ... I felt great, a woman of the world, in charge of my destiny. "Fred was high that day too. I think it must've been when he first saw his chance on that picture thing. He was tremendously excited as if after years of struggling he saw a way to get the big money. Maybe it wasn't the Clark picture, maybe just the general idea that turned him on. Or maybe the Clark picture deal started that long ago."
She went on to say that she and Fred had a gay, giddy day, played some tennis, had dinner but, kidded and had fun. It was like they were a couple of lovers dating. There was a lot of touching and idle sex talk ... he pretending that she ought to give up her maidenhead now that she was out of high school and she kidding back that she couldn't stand old men, and he probably couldn't get it up for her anyway. Then it was night, cooled off, and she lay restless in her bed, tossing, naked, because it wasn't that cool. The day seemed unfinished to her.
She dozed and awoke to find her father on the bed with her. He was naked. "Baby, I love you so much," he whispered. She was thrilled and excited ... but scared. She wanted him to make love to her and she didn't.
"D-Dad, I love you too. Any ... anything you w-want to do."
He stroked her nudity. He took her hand and pressed it aiound his penis. His shaft felt as hard as steel, as hot as live coals.
"I sure thought my virginity was gone then," she laughed, in the"present. "I was glad, too."
But Fred Allison moaned. "Baby, I know you're a virgin. I can't touch your womanhood. I just can't deflower my own daughter."
"Dad, if you want," she begged.
That's how high they were, both seriously discussing it. That was when he began to stroke her buttocks, caress along her seam inside of her crack, centering more and more on her asshole. Her young, excited cunt grew wetter and wetter, so he used those oils to press on her sphincter. She'd never forget the feel of that finger violating her and feeling up inside of her body.
"I grunted like a pig, Doug. I almost had an orgasm just from his finger."
It was secret, exciting, perverted ... both of them were so wild that they just laid there, she humping on his finger in her anus, both of them panting, ready to die from the wildness of it.
At last he greased his prick and mounted her. It hurt some when he cornholed into her, because his blade was much larger than his finger. Her excitement enabled her to ignore that. It wasn't until he had his member halfway up her ass that the full sexiness, outrage and delight of it really hit her.
Fred Allison, in the dark of night, had climbed onto the tail of his' sexy young blonde and virgin daughter and fucked deep in her asshole.
"Doug, I went absolutely crazy. I wanted Dad to fuck my ass off, to tear it right out of my body. I wanted him to screw me so deep with that juicy, hard cock that his jism would burn my stomach. It was as if all my years of repression, of being nice, of avoiding sex contact turned into a fiery fury to be ass-fucked into a screaming hell of joy!"
It was a short run. Veronica fell into orgasm, coming over and over while the father was so excited by her excitement that he drilled her ruthlessly, until, crazed by the tight friction, he exploded and seeded her with what felt like a gallon of come.
"Next day we were ashamed. We never once mentioned it, nor did we'ever touch each other again. I thought about it, though. I used to play with my butt hole on my own. I still do. Sometimes I frig my rear when I masturbate. I still get that crazy, wild feeling. I feel wrong about it, but sometimes I just can't help it."
The girl fell silent, staring at the wall. During the recital, Doug's prick rose steadily. He wanted to cry out in protest and he wanted to be her father, riding that sexy ass down to orgasm. The sight of her shapely ass in that net costume came back into his mind.
"Doll, that's something," he gulped. "That's really something."
She got off the bed quietly. She went to the dresser and brought back a jar of vaseline. She took off her robe. She laid face down beside him on the bed. She ran an arm under her body and frigged herself slowly, lifting her magnificent buttocks slightly, tensing them and letting them relax. He could see the play of the soft muscles in her buttocks and thighs, the slow, erotic undulations.
"Wow!" Doug whispered.
Like most men he had often thought he'd like to dig his prick up the sweet, curving ass of some good-looking girl, but like most it was always going to happen the next time.
His head felt tight. His heard pounded. His cock felt locked like steel. He was actually afraid and tremendously stirred, both by the girl's story, and the firm, incredible ass, bare and exposed to him, at his side.
He mounted her hips. He greased his cock. He pressed it down to ride inside of her half-moons. Even to plant his cock head against her seam was a thrill. Her buttocks were deep, her crack tight, and her seam warm, wet with her cunt juices. Her pucker, riding on the mushroom head of his blade felt like a thick, sexy membrane that he had to breech.
He rode his cock against her sphincter as she continued to undulate and moan.
"It's all right. Nothing in there. Maybe you'd better ... ah!- ... use a finger first."
He didn't want to. He wanted to wound her directly with his rod and drive it up into her at high speed, fearing if he hesitated too long it might seem less sexy.
She felt his suppressed excitement.
"Go, Doug. Never mind the finger. Fuck, fuck my ass!"
He gave an inarticulate cry. He seized the front of her hips, felt her powerful motions, felt a raging desire to pierce and pinion and control the female that bucked under him. He drove fiercely against her asshole.
He didn't want to hurt her. At the same time he knew instinctively that he had to, in order to satisfy the lust of both of them.
"Got to ... " he muttered.
He pressed against her sphincter cruelly, feeling it give a little, then he cried out in his triumph.
"I can make you."
"OH, DOUG," she whined.
He gave her a blind, raging fuck-thrust then, putting all of the power of his loins behind it. He violated her tight asshole.
"OHHHH," she screamed. Then her voice quickly trailed off. "Ahhh, you're inside. Ahhhh, better, better."
He stopped, fascinated. He could look down on her bottom and see how he'd impaled her. A couple of inches of his huge cock* locked so tightly to her expanded hole that there was only a thin line of the boundary, dug into her body.
As he watched, the girl gave a deep-down animal like grunt of wounding, yet moved her loins, eating up his prick as half of it oozed up into her body. Her tunnel was body-hot, wet and slick. The tightness, the friction was incredible. It was much snugger than a cunt.
He gave a cry, grabbed her hips again, ramming against her resistance. Seating the last half of his cock up her gut was his privilege just as she took over on the first half:
He hung above her hips, his blade completely buried up the tight, hot passage. It felt incredibly good to master her loin mass in this new, strange way, piercing her to her vitals, making her feel and know his prick carnally, deep in her intestine.
"F-feels great. You ... all right?"
"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck," she gasped.
He began his motions, holding his breath, feeling the weird, delightful new erotic sensations of ass-fucking. Her gut had a strong downward, expulsion, motion that seemed to make her feel great. The first time he lost her hole entirely and had to re-violate her, but her loosening sphincter made it much more easy. It was just the opposite of a cunt where the drive inward felt better than the pull back. The expulsion stroke was sexier in anal intercourse.
"This is super great f-f-fucking!" he exulted, reveling in his act of sodomy.
"Oh, yessss," she moaned.
Veronica lived in seventh heaven. She had played with her ass enough times to train it to feel sexy at violation. Beginning with the incredibly secret, fierce anal incest, she had developed strong anal passions. For the first time she could freely indulge it.
Her ears rang, her heart pounded, her belly seethed with good feelings. What little pain he gave her from stretching her sphincter was lost in her utter delight at feeling his cock whip in and out of her gut. That brutal prick seemed to ride dangerously close to her vital parts, and it was this life-death excitement of the threat and the closeness to her center of being that lashed her to fury.
"AH, GOD. I'M FUUUUUCKED IN THE ASS. YOU'RE . . . REAMING MY BUTT OFF . . . DRIVE IT DEEP! ... OH, I FEEL IT, I FEEL IT. AHHHHH," she went.
He caught the same flame that her father must've caught on that long ago night. The girl was so crazed by anal invasion that she whipped her lovers to incredible heights.
With her buttocks working, locking, releasing against his flesh, he felt crammed into her, and he hugged her to reach under and find her breasts and get full control of her sweating, plunging nudity to cock whip her to glbry.
"Ah, Veronica. Ohhhh."
"DOUG ... I'M FUCKED. OH, I'M SOOO FUCKED!"
She felt him draw her in, locking her whole body. She felt his palms cup her naked breasts and grind on those sensitive nipples. Sheer flashes of desire flame spring from his caresses. Her belly, her legs, her backbone, her tits, her head, all of her went into total response as she rocked helplessly in his grasp, crazed to explosion. "HAA ... HOOOOO!" she creamed. That time there was no long freeze; she was too excited. There was an incredible moment of truth when her body felt like it had achieved the cream-high feeling of all her life ... a sheer, aching vessel of pleasure. She broke with massive cunt throbs and her sphincter flexed on Doug's cock with just as much power.
Doug cried out in surprise. The strong grip of her ass muscle thrilled his rocking prick as strongly as a cunt orgasm. The thick muscles really pinched his blade in its spasms.
"Ahhh, noooo," he cried.
It felt like Veronica had melted into his body, her own was so hot and so tightly pasted to his. Thigh to thigh, butt to butt, torso to torso, they were one struggling creature, the male furiously frictioning the sensitized tail and hot nipples of the female.
"DOUG, DOUG, DOUG," she went on writhing, gasping, slobbering a little as she swept through her orgasm, on and on.
"Ronnie, it feels so great, you ... part of me," he grunted.
She went still under him, then, half out of her head, glowing and euphoric, she fell off from her orgasm to a spent, dazed state.
For Doug that was even sexier. Her body was still as hot, her asshole, still as tight, yet somehow he felt he'd conquered her body, opened it up, made her give up all her defenses so that his prick could roam inside of her at will.
"Uh, doll, uh," he went. "I want to fuck you, ream your ass, sooooo deep, take ALL of you, own you . . ."
He drove faster and faster, thrilled by the heat, by the slick friction on his blade, by the enveloping feminine blanket of her unresisting flesh. It was as if his body had totally annexed hers and made it a subordinate part of his own, as if he could fuck into her sexiness forever.
He felt her begin to rise again. This fantastic use of her hungry asshole so turned her on that her sex nerves quickly recovered from the discharge and began to build for the next tension and relief.
Doug was beside himself now, so sweating, animal, crazed and pleasured by the tight asshole and the full body that he began to keen like a wounded wolf, unable to stand the extreme pleasure for much longer.
He didn't know how long that wild time lasted. All he knew was that he used up all his muscle power and then came to the most exquisite freeze of his life, every ounce of energy used up to thrill his prick to its absolute peak.
"NOW ... I TAKE ... YOUR ASS!" he cried passionately in hoarse, maddened delight.
Deep, deep in her asshole, halfway to her stomach, right in the middle of vital guts, crazed, heavenly gouts of jism spumed out into her body. She jerked and began to come again as he wept and spurted and burned his hot jism into her.
"YOU ... YOU ... SEXY LITTLE BITCH ... HOT TEST LITTLE ASS ... DRIVE ME CRA- CRA-ZEEEEEEEEE!" he shouted.
The powerful, leaping spurts took her, then faded as great relief swept over him and he settled down to happy grunts, seeding her butt to his depth, working off his manhood in joyous, open abandon ...
CHAPTER NINE
Doug had Debbie Payne totally stark naked on his executive desk at work. It was Friday of the same week. He felt like a completely different man than he'd been just a couple of weeks ago, thrilled to the bone just to steal a suck with Naomi, that first time.
Sex had come his way, over and over. Sex in cunts, sex in mouths and finally even sex in assholes. He'd drummed three luscious women, all of them beautiful, two of them quite young, with the result that the more he got, the more he wanted.
His drapes were fully open, and if there'd been another building as high as the Glacier Lake Tower in downtown Minneapolis, the occupants of an office on his level could stare right in at the astonishing sight of a stark naked woman stretched out on a big, black executive desk like some virgin on the altar of an ancient priest.
"Is this what you want, Doug?" the redhead asked.
"That's glorious, Debbie," he said, walking around the desk to view her nudity from every angle. Her clothes were neatly piled on a chair, her shoes underneath.
Doug felt the power in him. He had the time, he had the prerogative, to carry off this weird act right in his office. Outside big, oaken doors, employees went about their narrow, mundane chores, while he dallied with this pretty creature.
Why notl He'd come to appreciate that exotic sex experiences would last, in memory, a lifetime while mundane activities slipped into the limbo.
She was a glorious, voluptuous little witch. She lacked the deep sexual power of the Allison women, mother and daughter, but she was an exciting little piece, and he was anxious to feed on her body.
Without touching her, he walked around his desk, barefoot on his thick rug, his cock becoming so hard he had to release it from his pants. What if the president of Glacier Lake walked in on him just now? It excited him to think of the chance he took.
Debbie had elegant arms, soft, white, curving nude. Her meaty, small breast with hard, cherry tips, looked startlingly sexy in this mundane work environment. The scallops of her thighs emphasized the sweet'red fuzz at the end of her belly and the pink entrance to her sex heaven.
He stripped the rest of the way now, exulting in the nakedness and in the power he felt in his body. He lifted his arms, and filled his chest and all but gave a Tarzan shout of male delight to be alive.
He then crawled on the desk with her, sliding his cock by her head, grabbed her hips and rolled her sexy softness over on top of him.
"Your promotion was approved, you start on your new assignment Monday," he told her. "You got a good raise, too. Is that a good enough reason to ask you to climb naked on my desk to suck and be sucked?"
"I'll say, Doug," she laughed. "You're crazy, but fun."
He buried his mouth in her cunt and found her musky, wet and swollen. The idea of stripping nude and climbing on top of a vice-president's desk to have sex turned her on, too.
Gratefully she sucked his cock in, amazed again at the size of the man's penis, and instantly heated up by the luscious taste of eager, hard cock meat. Doug was one wild cowboy, you could count on that!
They pasted together in the sudden rise of sexuality as both cock and cunt felt hot mouths and probing tongues. He bunted into her mouth as he dug a free-roaming tongue into her cunt. She quivered and sucked him hard. They writhed on the top of the desk like human snakes, lost in the erotic flare of desire, letting it all hang out in the familiarlity they'd achieved.
He gave her cunt a massive suck, an expert lover now, working the mobile, pink tissue and the small erect clit faster and harder as her sexuality rose. It seemed like he could get right inside her skin and sense her rising, flaring sex needs and answer them. He used his fingers to explore her wet tunnel and groove out hot new juices from her passion. Occasionally he worked her plunging box with his fingers alone and sent his tongue down two inches to lick and ream at her asshole. Those sensitive nerves and the bold outrage of it crazed her with delight.
"You're sucking meeeee. OH, RIGHT ON MY A-A-ASS! OH, DOUG!"
She'd never felt such a fierce, happy assault on her intimate sex parts. Her cunt tugged and pulled and roamed this way and that, her clit took fabulous, suction pressure, and he wet-licked right on her ass button and along her crack until she gave continuous cries of hot bitch, plunging, squirming, gasping and reeling against him. All the thoughts in her mind exploded so that she sensed only flashes of purples and reds and her body streaked and surged with hot sexual pleasure.
"NEVER FELT ... NEVER BEEN ... "she went.
Still he drove her, while her poor heart thudded in mad excitement and heavenly rushes shot up her legs, her backbone, suffused out through her belly, up to her tits ...
"I'M DYIIIIING. IT'S TOOOOO MUCH!" she cried.
At last she began to pound her butt in the extreme of her captured pleasure, giving great gulps of air to hold onto her sanity while he power-sucked her happy little cunt right out of her body.
"DOUG ... LISS. OH, MY GOD," she wept.
It was incredible. She half-fainted when her relief finally came and she was able to freeze, then surge to his mouth and give him the thrilled answer to his suck demand.
Gung, gung, gung. Her cunt paid off in powerful throbs of surrender as she gladly gave up her sexuality in exchange for the peace of being taken and finished.
"IT FEELS SOOO GOOD. How you can love ... how you can suck," she whimpered, tapering at last.
"Beautiful doll, beautiful sex," he laughed, coming up for air. It had been sublime to bury his head between her soft, white thighs and lock with her privacy, use her, spin her off and take his reward in her gut-wrenching throbs of submission to his passion.
Best of all, he felt cool about it. Now he clamped her lips on his prick and held her head to ride into her mouth. He knew some women hated to have their heads held while they sucked cock, but Debbie was too wasted to complain. She maintained a pretty good suction, but she was still too weak from her stunning, fast cunt-ride to be able to handle him yet. He did most of the work, letting his excitement rise, tier on tier, until he felt that deep down tickle that said it was possible to explode his liquid into her.
"TAKE IT, DEBBIE!" he called in warning. Then he gripped her head and forced his cock past her gag point right down into her soft, pink throat as if it were a cunt. The mucoid tissues gripped, he felt an exquisite freeze. Then he spurted.
"Oh, now. NOW!" he cried happily. Shot after shot of boiling sperm gushed right from his sweet-throbbing shaft deep into her throat and on down into her stomach. She didn't have to do a thing.
She let him use her mouth and throat, politely holding her breath and suffering some pain from the cock-stretching. His jism burned a little, but that was a small price to pay for the wildest, fastest and most luscious oral sex she'd ever had. The man was a master. She thought she'd die for the lack of air, and his big cock stuffed down her throat felt like a live, independent animal as it spurted and squirted. Just as she began to black out, he pulled free, his liquid gone, and she could breathe again. She lay gasping on the top of his desk for a long time.
Spent, returned to sanity and shocked, now, at the crazy thing he did in his office at high noon, Doug got off the desk and quickly dressed. He felt absolutely glowing and really loved the little redhead who slumped on his desk, still naked, and sucked out.
At last she rose, smiling shyly and dressed. She was almost afraid of this powerful man who was as potent and virile in love-making as he was in office power. To cover her nervousness, she chattered as she dressed.
"I took five bucks off Veronica, you know. Sometimes she gets a little too smart for somebody only twenty. I'm twenty-five, did I ever tell you that? Anyway, the time I necked with her father, the roof of his car was a funny, dirty grey. I think they call it the headlining. That was the car he gave to her. She said it was white, but I said grey. We bet, and I won, because when we went to look it was dirty grey all right, like I said. Imagine, she's owned his car for a year and never even looked up at the trim over her head, didn't even know the color."
Doug nodded and half-listened. His mind was already reaching out to the next sex event.
Tonight was a bridge game at his house with Evelyn, Peter ... and Naomi. Naomi would stay overnight. He'd just emptied his cock but already he was thinking of the rounded body of the older woman and how they could possibly make it after Evelyn went to sleep . . .
That night at his home the bridge game went terrifically for Doug. He drew no bad cards, he played flawlessly. These days everything seemed to spin along for him, whether it was at work, in sex or even in bridge.
Evelyn was her usual, complacent self, not making too much trouble, slightly negative, but no real problem. Peter seemed in a fretful mood. From the attention he paid to Naomi, Doug decided that the boy wanted to get more sex from her but wasn't having much luck.
Naomi was in a rotten mood. The time drew short when she would have to answer the Harrison Clark claim against Fred's estate for the loan for the picture. Doug didn't think they could get anything out of her, but she was deeply worried about losing her house. That had been Fred's and technically they might have a claim on it.
"You-know the rich and the /aw," she told Doug. "They might be able to find some angle and put it to me, not believing that I don't have the picture."
Just the same, she was open to him sexually. Once, alone with her in the kitchen, he kissed her, and her soft, lovely mouth went open to accept his tongue, her breath went short, and her sensual body pressed against him, lifting his cock at once. She wanted him, wanted something from him, or both.
Wearing a fall knit suit, she was a knockout, as usual, trim, brunette and about as sexy as Evelyn was sexless. Doug thrilled to think how much he loved his three women, Naomi, Veronica and now Debbie, each different, each attractive, and each incredibly open to his cock.
As he pressed his cock into her belly and squeezed her buttocks, Doug decided that he was going to cornhole the woman tonight. It satisfied his sense of completeness that he'd been sucked by both mother and daughter, that he'd fucked both mother and daughter, and he'd ass-fucked the daughter. When he shot it off up Naomia's tail, that was all of her body left to give him.
For her part Naomi feared she was falling in love with Doug ... and she couldn't trust herself. The re-opening of her sexual life made her feel great, alive again, and young. She faced the fact that she dug younger men. Even Peter excited her and turned her on, but she'd avoided sex with him since that double night with Doug.
She also saw Doug as a bulwark, a man who might help her out of her trouble and even lend her the money if the Clarks threatened her home. So ... did she love him? Or did she think she loved him because he had the power to save her? She didn't know. She felt she had to find out.
The routine was the same as the last time at the Sand-strom's although it was a little tougher to get rid of Peter. Once he left, and Evelyn had her Sanka laced with a sleeping powder things settled down.
Naomi went to the guest room and stripped, feeling like a heel, in taking advantage of a woman's husband in her own house. Still, Evelyn was letting Doug run, by her own admission, so ...
She got into bed naked. It seemed as if Doug arrived right away and they floated off into the happy daze of French kisses, breast fondling, hugging and masturbation, as Doug whipped her to sexual desire by opening her cunt with his fingers.
"Oh, Doug, you've changed," she gasped. "So aggressive, so passionate."
"Learned to trust my instincts, Naomi. Learned to give into love. To try things, new things even. I'd like to slip a few inches up your behind just to see what that feels like. I love you so much I want to stick it everywhere!"
He peeled back the covers, turning on the light by the bed and began to kiss her shoulders. She laughed:
"What's the game, Doug?"
"It's a new game. A man I know at the office who's something of a lover told me about 'Around the World'. I kiss you from head to toe, back and front, so that when we do it you really feel loved and ready to go."
"Doug, all these new things ..."
But she didn't really mind as she lay there in glory, letting Doug kiss her all over. He went down to her breasts and heated her fantastically, nibbling and kissing her nipples. He spent some time at her navel which, to her surprise was quite sensitive, and then on down to her cunt.
"We'll catch that later," he laughed, and then kissed down her smooth, curving legs, down her calves and to her feet. He even kissed the bottom of her feet, which tickled, but his kissing attentions delighted her as well as turning her on. Her cunt flowed freely now.
He turned her over and worked up her back, the back of her legs, the back of her thighs, and she lie there in an erotic, dreamy state, beginning to simmer in excitement and yet luxurious love.
He reached her buttocks. She felt the short hairs on the back of her neck rise when she felt his tongue dig down into her crack.
"DOUG . . . NOT TH-THERE!" she begged.
"Lave all of you," he whispered.
His wet tongue licked against her sphincter and she almost rolled off the bed. It made her shiver, because that rear entrance was well-provided with nerves and she was extremely sensitive there. It embarrassed her; she hoped he'd move on. Instead he began to ream the outside of her sphincter with his sliding tongue.
At that precise moment she felt her heart sink and she went into despair. She knew he meant to take her in the ass. She'd noticed he had brought some vaseline to the bedside. She turned her head, and, sure enough, there was the jar, gleaming on the nightstand.
She was about to receive a rectal examination via male prick, and there wasn't a thing she could do about it. Oh, she could stop him. Tonight, the next time. But she'd learned from Fred that once a man got a letch, there was no stopping him until he satisfied it.
She did not want his cock in her ass. She was too small and it was too big. Maybe a girl with a sizable loin mass could stand it; Veronica had a full, powerful girl ass. Naomi wasn't small, but she wasn't large either. She was pretty sure Doug's big cock would tear her tissue.
"D-Doug, are you going ... do you have to ... do it in my rear."
She found out then how much Doug had changed.
"I have to do it in your rear, Naomi. Or go crazy."
She shivered. He crawled up and began to knead and massage her buttocks.
"You have a terrific butt. Your cheeks are smooth and free of any wrinkles or bumps. Perfectly round. A nice, sexy crack . . ."
His finger ran vaseline along her seam now and she felt more as if she were being prepared for an operation instead of sex. The vaseline slurped against her flesh.
"Now we'll see ... "
There was a fierce, sudden pain at her hole. Doug pried her open, greasing her. She had to bleat in her distress.
"OH, DOUG, DAMMIT."
"Naomi," he said, "you're going to hate me, but right now I think your rear end is the sexiest sight I've seen all week. I see two sweet mounds, soft, yet firm. I see a furrow, almost like a seam in clothes where your body comes together. It's pink there, flesh that never gets sunlight. There are a few protective hairs, and then this round pucker, or corrugation. And that, dear heart, is a body entrance no lover should leave unexplored."
Once again he forced her asshole open to grease her with vaseline and she had to bleat at her pain and embarrassment at having another human fool with her private place.
"Uh," he went, pressing back her sphincter with his finger. "Uh, uh."
She didn't know how to handle it. She desperately didn't desire to have her asshole reamed, and she desperately wanted to give him all the pleasure she could and take some herself. What could she do?
She grabbed a pillow, placing it under her breasts. What she was going to have to do, she thought melodramatically, was what women through the ages had always done when faced with a fierce relentless prick that wanted inside their bodies. She was going to give in and let him fuck her ass, at least this once, then try to forget her shame as soon as she could . . .
He greased his cock. He lifted her hips. He began to work his prick-head on her asshole, making an oily sound because of the vaseline. She caught her breath. In a second he was going to violate her and she'd feel furious pain, because there was too much cock for too little hole. She braced herself . . .
Not far away, in the garage of her apartment, Veronica took the sharp knife and began to cut the dirty grey headlining in the driver's seat of her car. That was the upholstery above the passenger's heads.
It had been white the last time she saw it when her father was alive. That was probably a month before he died in a car accident ... in a company car, not this one. So sometime before he died that headlining was completely replaced!
She gave a wail of wild despair to cut the stuff loose and desecrate her car, her last gift from her father, but she had to know . . . She slashed too gently at first.
Then she screwed up her nerve and really laid it open. Down it came ... and with it came a separate, stiffish piece of canvas, carefully protected with thick, clear plastic. She bounced out of the car and stared at her find as she held it in trembling hands.
George Caleb Bingham's BARGEMAN picture was back in circulation!
Evelyn Sandstrom stirred in her sleep and then came awake. Someone was ringing the doorbell ... right in the middle of the night! She lay there for a few minutes waiting for Doug to get up and answer it. It was probably some absurd message from Glacier Lake.
Whoever said that being an executive was a bed of roses didn't know the half! When you became a vice-president the company thought they owned you. Evelyn reached out ... discovered she was alone in bed.
Grumbling, she rose to her feet. Doug must be in the bathroom. You couldn't hear that damned bell in the bathroom, or in any of the other second story rooms except this bedroom. Doug had rigged that special. She'd have to go.
Her mouth felt dry. She'd drunk hardly any of the coffee tonight, because she felt a little bloated. Period coming on. Get a drink first ... or answer the door.
She went downstairs and answered the door. It was not the company. It was Naomi's girl, big-eyed and excited.
"I found the picture Mom's been looking for. I found it! I started to go to her place ... then I remembered that Peter couldn't have a date with me tonight because it was his bridge night here. Mom usually stays here. I think we can wake her up for this good news. I found her picture."
Evelyn merely grunted as she admitted the girl. Something about an expensive picture had been buzzing around, but she hadn't paid that much attention. Naomi was an awful dolt in some matters. Older women without men got like that. She never would be.
"Let's go upstairs," said Evelyn.
Veronica followed her, still in her coat and wearing mittens. The girl had the picture under her arm.
The funny thing was, the bathroom upstairs was empty, but Evelyn hardly noticed that. She breezed on down the hall towards the guest room. The door was shut. Well, there was no need to knock. Naomi would be sound asleep.
Evelyn crunched the door open, unsteady on her feet because of her heavy weight and went into the bedroom, followed closely by Veronica . . .
Naomi felt a white hot piercing pain as Doug laid his prick head into her sphincter. She tensed her buttocks from the agony and tried to ease forward, but he had a good hold around her thighs and wouldn't let her. He fucked again and her wounded gut-hole began to peel open. It was excruciating!
"OH, DOUG. THIS ISN'T . . . SEX."
"It is for me," he declared with a humorless laugh. His voice trembled and she realized he was really insane to force his prick up her asshole.
Again she felt the savage ass pain and stuffed part of the pillow into her mouth to stifle her cry of agony. Her heart thumped heavily as her body suffered the crude invasion.
"AHHHHHHHH," she moaned in distress, quivering from the violent shock. Waves of pain swept up her belly.
"I've got it in!" Doug cried.
He didn't have it in very far. She gulped as he forced more prick into her and she had to sway in distress at her taking. She tried to close her hole on him, but it was futile with that big, thick head of his member crammed into her sphincter.
"Just don't ... eeeee ... tear me," she pleaded.
She had to give deep-gut animal groans now as he continued to force her anus open. Half inch by half inch he unsealed her, while her buttocks queered and her belly raged in hurt, "Oh, you're so hot and slick inside!" he cried.
Crazy. Absolutely insane, she thought. How could a man derive pleasure from forcing into this hole, with the germ danger and the pain for the woman. How could she love a man that treated her like this?
The truth was, she did love him, and she was excited by her own pain and embowelment by his rod. She felt a sharp stinging now as the thick messenger shoved deeper and peeled back her sphincter more. The first tear.
"Am I bleeding?"
"You're not bleeding. It looks so sexy!" he cried.
All of a sudden it went easy. Her ass muscle, grumbling, retracted and the cock slid further up her gut without that much more pain. She felt full. She felt very embarrassed. She gave a gasp as she felt his prong master her all the way. Oh, she was TENDER back there. His cock lay along her tight passage throbbing, and she could feel its spasms. Unfortunately those throbs weren't orgasm, but just dry throbs of pleasure. Doug had fucked open this woman's ass.
At first as Doug rode her, Naomi just lay there trying to think what it looked like. Trying to figure out what the world would say if they knew she let a man work his penis off in her anus. It was thrilling wasn't it?
The pain was almost gone. There was no way the tenderness and the sensitivity could go. Yet that tenderness began to warm her, even please her a little.
"Doug, it feels weird ... I think I can take it."
"Oh, Naomi, this is so great. I feel so close to you. Lost in your body. Loving you tremendously to be able to stick it up in your sink and go crazy with delight." He was all over her now. He rested his full weight on her and fucked into her lusciously, while he reached under her body to play with her tits and the stiff nipples. She resented the use of her body like this, yet she was delighted with the sensations. His warm body, pressing her down, his eager prick forcing her ass, his hot grunts and fierce delight, all turned her on.
She got a hand on her clit inside of her cunt and at once her belly flowered in sexual thrills. The tender feeling and weird excitement in her back channel plus the pleasure of working her sex nerve began to pull her into pleasure. Could Doug actually train her ass? Oh, she'd never love it, but ...
"Ah, Doug, I'm fucked. I really know you're fucking me," she breathed, suddenly stimulated to want to use crude words.
"Just let me ... ream that sweet butt ... a few times ... I ... get over-it," he gasped.
It must feel great for him, she thought. He said it was wet, slick and very tight. That must feel great for a prick. She knew she gave him pleasure from the friction pressure. If you had a cock, a hole, deep in a female's body, must feel exquisite. She wished she were a man and had a cock and could get kicks that way, instead of having holes and getting kicks from being pronged. NO! She liked her woman's role of having babies, playing with hard cocks, milking them . . .
Her quivers and shifts of excitement made him flame, she sensed. She didn't think she was going to come. Suddenly her stomach dropped away, her face flushed and her whole body began to glow hotly. SHE WAS GOING TO COME AFTER ALL!
"Baby, baby, baby . . ," went Doug, no longer able to express complete ideas. He was crazed with the butt friction. Her soft chamber seemed to clutch him and craze his shaft towards completion. He felt the extreme heat of his own passion, coming to peak.
"I ... going to seed you ... " he reported.
"Ah, Doug. Me, too. I ... think I'm ... "
"GOIIIIIING!" he cried.
"GOT TO ... " she cried.
They came up together. He felt an ineffable, joyous freeze and then locked tight on her, his cock sizzling up her ass. Then he broke. SPURT, SPURT, SPURT. He sensed her surrender at the same time. Her asshole clipped on his shaft. She groaned in sweet pleasure and gasped as she gave up her womanhood to his assfuck. He felt deep nerve connections throb inside of her soft, yielding buttocks. He spurted up her gut, creaming, spuming, crazy with joy ...
The door opened and Evelyn walked into the room. She was followed by Veronica. He turned his head and saw them, while he still spurted in Naomi's ass, while Naomi still jerked and clipped in orgasm under his prick.
CHAPTER TEN
Doug Sandstrom's wild, happy sex spree ended right then and there ... when his wife walked into the guest bedroom just as he spumed his seed into Naomi. Not only did his wife catch him, but Naomi's daughter followed his wife into the room, so she saw that he had been having sex with her mother, along with her. Not only that, but his wife and the daughter could also see that his tastes had turned exotic.
It was quite apparent to all that his penis had just spewed off in the wrong hole.
The only one of his secrets still hidden was that Naomi didn't know Doug had had sex with her daughter.
While Evelyn stood there, speechless for a moment, Veronica rushed forward to stare at the tableau on the bed.
"Doug, how could you have sex with my MOTHER? You've been having sex with me. You even took my virginity!"
That was three strikes and OUT. Naomi, still with his prick in her ass, learned at that instant that Doug had been having sex with her daughter. It also tipped Evelyn that Doug had played around with more than one woman. It was complete disaster with nothing left except smoking rubble.
Doug pulled out of Naomi and got two words out:
"WAIT! LISTEN ... "
Evelyn screeched: "MY OWN HUSBAND!" She began to grab things off the dresser and throw them at Doug. "MY BEST FRIEND!" she screamed and flung small bottles and jars at Naomi.
Veronica began to scream and stamp her feet in shock and rage. .
Naomi paid no attention to the small, ineffective bottles and jars that bounced off her shoulders and chest.
"YOU'VE ... BEEN ... FUCKING ... VERONICA!" she yelled. Her face was white. It was humiliating enough to be caught in bed with Evelyn's husband ... in a slightly exotic form of sex ... The crusher was to know that he'd been having sex with her daughter right along. She began to strike at Doug:
"YOU SONOFABITCH!"
"My own husband. Oh, my goodness, I'll die My own husband!"
The words were mild, because Evelyn did not permit herself crude words, either of a sexual or of an anti-religious nature. Her white face, her fat trembling body, her fury were just as strong as the rage of the other two.
Doug wanted to explain. He realized there was nothing to explain. He was guilty as charged and caught in the act. Objects struck him, Naomi's fists struck him, while the savage anger of the three women pounded into him, more effective than thrown objects or blows.
"OH, SHIT!" he cried.
"Thought you loved me and cared, but you were sleeping with HER!"
"Thought you needed love ... while you took it with my own DAUGHTER!"
"My own husband, faithful, honest, the big executive ... "
He fled, followed by the screaming trio. At that moment he felt like putting a bullet into his stupid brain. Somehow he got to his bedroom, got some clothes, and found his wallet. The three women followed, shouting at him. White-faced, sick, trembling, he finally faced them down at the front door.
"I DON'T KNOW. I DON'T KNOW WHY I DID IT. YOU'RE FAT (to Evelyn). YOU'RE BOTH SEXY, BEAUTIFUL. I HAD TO DO IT!"
He slammed out of the house, running for his car, knowing that his marriage was finished and that probably his career was finished too. This wasn't New York or Hollywood. In Minneapolis, you didn't swing if you were a rising young executive ... at least you didn't dare get caught. He was too shattered to think about tomorrow, to think about anything at all except finding a motel, holing up for the rest of the night, and licking his wounds, which were deep and grievous ...
Evelyn turned on Naomi as soon as Doug was gone.
"YOU ... you ... Jezebel! You seduced him! You made him perform perverted acts ... my own best friend."
Naomi had managed to get dressed. She hung her head in shame as Evelyn heaped burning scorn upon her, knowing she deserved every bit of it. Veronica, dazed now at her shattered iilusionss, dumbly watched the show.
The fat woman became angrier and angrier, as she went into her lecture. Small eyes in her fat face blazed. She reached out and slapped Naomi fiercely on the face.
"You shall burn in hell, Naomi. I know it!"
Naomi turned on her.
"I was WRONG. I did WRONG. But you ... you're a pretty woman, but you let yourself get fat. Complacent. You didn't want sex with him anyway. You wanted to catch him with a young woman in sex, so you could bring him to heel and get power over him from guilt. LIVE WITH IT."
She broke from the house, weeping, followed by a white-faced Veronica, still muttering and shaking her head. The earthquake, the hurricane, the inferno, had blazed, had wiped them all out and it was over, the main disaster . . .
Naomi had gotten into her car and driven off before Veronica realized she had not said word one about finding the all-important picture.
It was late afternoon. Naomi hadn't slept well all night, and she didn't bother to get dressed on that Saturday. She moped around her lonely house in a funk. She had not heard from Doug, Evelyn, or Veronica. She had not been able to call anyone herself. She sat around the house in her robe, drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes, a habit she'd almost shaken.
Veronica drove up and parked in the driveway. From the way the girl walked, Naomi knew there'd have to be a confrontation. Well, that was all right with her!
It started out quietly enough.
"Mother, how could you?" Veronica demanded, tossing aside her coat and purse.
"I can say the same to you. How could you. My own daughter! Giving her virginity to a married man."
"But,"Mom, you're an old woman! You're forty five and Doug's only thirty."
Her mother sprang up, furious.
"OLD WOMAN!" She opened her robe to expose her naked body. She had worn only her panties. "IS THIS THE BODY OF AN OLD WOMAN?"
Two red spots appeared on Veronica's cheeks.
"Please cover your disgusting, adulterous body!"
Naomi hissed like a cat. She towered over her daughter.
"You ... you revolting nympho Lolita! Doug's an old man to you."
Veronica sprang up. "He's a friend of Dad's. He's loving ... caring ... his wife stopped sex on him. You hate anybody that liked Dad."
"Miss Innocent Virgin. Is that why you saved it so long. Because you wanted Daddy to pull your plug?"
"We wouldn't have had sex, if you hadn't turned your back on Dad, so it's your fault," screamed Veronica.
"YOU HAD SEX WITH FRED?" Naomi's eyes all but popped out of her head.
Veronica paused for a tense second, shocked that she'd given up that closely held secret. Then she plunged ahead in her fury.
"Yes, dammit. RIGHT IN THE ASS. THE WAY YOU LIKE IT. LIKE LAST NIGHT!"
Naomi gave an inarticulate cry of rage and went for her daughter. She tore at her clothes, striking her at the same time.
"Oh, you bitch. You foul, incestuous bitch. I'll strip you. I'll spank you."
"WHORE. CHEAT!" Veronica sobbed defending herself in her rage.
"YOUR FATHER FUCKED 'EM ALL. ALL HE COULD GET!" Naomi shrieked. "I ALWAYS TOOK HIM BACK. HE DID IT AGAIN AND AGAIN."
"OH, NO, MOM. LIAR, LIAR. OH, NO, NO, NO!" screamed Veronica.
They were beyond words, tearing at each other furiously, pulling hair, slapping, pinching, screeching. In the first fury Naomi tore her daughter's blouse off and got her pants loose, down, down to her ankles. They locked in wrestling, hot bodies rubbing, as they panted and sought advantage. Veronica tripped over her pants at her ankles and went down. Naomi leaped on her and stripped off the pants, screaming that she'd beat Veronica's butt till she screamed.
Veronica was slightly bigger, however, and of course, younger. She held her own, her anger at peak, releasing plenty of adrenalin. She wrestled with her mother on the floor.
"I'M GOING TO MAKE YOU TAKE THAT BACK. THOSE LIES ABOUT DAD. I'M GOING TO SPANK YOU ... DEAR MOTHER!"
Naomi tried to withdraw, feeling the tide of the battle going against her.
"LET GO OF ME. LET GO OF ME ... YOU WITCH!"
Veronica laughed out loud. Her mother was naked, the robe torn off, the panties hardly more than a band of cloth between her legs. Her mother had weakened. Sitting on the floor, she pulled the older woman across her thighs.
"YOU'RE GOING TO TAKE BACK WHAT YOU SAID ABOUT DAD!" "IT'S TRUE. LET GO ... "
Whap. Naomi received a stinging blow across her buttocks. It burned into her flesh.
"RIGHT ON YOUR ASS, DEAR MOTHER. YOU'RE SEXY ASS THAT YOU LIKE TO HAVE COCK-PLUGGED!" howled Veronica.
"AHHH, GOD," wailed Naomi. It hurt, hurt.
In her fury the young girl spanked her mother's quivering buttocks over and over again, raising ugly red streaks, making the firm ass flesh shiver. Naomi howled in pain, humiliation and rage.
"Ow, ow, ow," she moaned, as furious fires from the spanking shot through her buttocks, down her thighs and up to her belly.
She made a superhuman effort, struggled up and bit into the soft skin of Veronica's neck, sinking her teeth in deep, making the girl yowl in pain.
"OHHHHHHHHHH!" Naomi screamed.
She pulled her mother free with an effort. There was a ring of red. tooth marks in her soft skin. She contained Naomi, holding her tight, naked body to near-naked body, faces inches apart. Veronica's belly was on fire. The battle, the spanking and the pain had turned her on sexually. Her cunt was rising to white heat.
"I'LL FIX YOU, DEAR MOTHER. I'LL FUCK YOU!" she cried.
Naomi looked stunned. Veronica grabbed her mother's head and fixed her mouth on Naomi's slack, sensual lips. She forced her tongue inside, reveling in this dark incestuous insult. She French kissed Naomi hotly, holding her squirming body with one hand. With the other, released from the head, she dug her hand below Naomi's buttocks and searched. She found Naomi's cunt, hot, swollen and slippery wet, because the physical action had also turned the older woman on. She fingered into her mother's cunt lips.
Naomi looked dazed.
"YOU ... WOULDN'T ... DARE ... "
She didn't know her daughter's fascination with kinky sex. Veronica's eyes were glazed with sex madness, her juices flowing, her cunt white hot.
"SAY YOU LIED ABOUT DAD OR I'LL MAKE YOU COME," exulted Veronica.
"NOOOO," moaned Naomi.
She had to take it. Her daughter's fingers whipped in and out of her cunt, expertly using her elit, opening her, adding fuel to flames that already burned fiercely. Veronica held her in a tight hug, kissing her wetly, using plenty of tongue, daughter juices searing the mother's mouth.
Breasts dug into breasts. Hot bellies, moist, sucked air obscenely. Naomi struggled silently trying desperately not to fall into the wild sexuality that already possessed Veronica. She couldn't stand much more of that hot, French kissing. Veronica's tongue was in and out of her mouth, plunging, sucking, kissing, licking, .. 3 girl a wild bitch animal.
Suddenly Naomi felt golden thrills of pure sexual delight sweep up her legs, into her hot, taken belly and above.
Her pelvis pushed into Veronica's pelvis. Her pelvic bone raped against Veronica's soft, wet and swollen cunt. Veronica's ass moved under her. While Veronica tried to finger fuck her, she, Naomi, was fucking Veronica.
"I think ... you're the one ... be fucked" Naomi gasped, thrilled to delight.
Oh, it did feel good, that warm hug of the two women, all that soft flesh pressing, breasts caressing, cunts rubbing, finger finding clit. Naomi thought the top of her head would come off from the pleasure of the sexual rush, as she realized her libido was as strong as Veronica's if not her physical strength.
Veronica looked surprised and went still, swaying her head, her lips red from kissing, gleaming from the trade of honey saliva.
"OH, OH, OH."
"Don't stop, dear," laughed Naomi. "Your finger in my cunt feels good. I like your kisses, I like being on top of your young, sexy body. I dig young stuff, like you keep telling me."
"OH, MOM, WOW!"
"You don't want to stop, do you Veronica? You're hot and crazy to go. So wild for sex, you want it from me, because I'm sexy. Why shouldn't I take you? Your father took you, didn't he."
Naomi drove her pelvic ridge on the soft cunt mass of her daughter. Veronica rocked in sweet pleasure. She began to fuck back.
"I ... I'M SO HOT. AHHHHH."
Naomi tore loose Veronica's bra and began to suck the girl's luscious tits. Veronica, under her, moaned in rising pleasure and rocked.
"Ha ... hooo ... Naomi!"
At that moment Naomi knew she could take the sweet young girl. Veronica was trapped by her own hot, kink-loving sexuality. And why shouldn't she? She had a few kinks herself.
"Baby, I'm going to fuck you," she whispered, out of her head with the wild incest. She tongued each rock-hard pink nipples, dug her tongue on the sweet young cleavage and slid down the body of the moaning girl.
She plunged her mouth against her daughter's vagina. It was salty, rich, musky, exciting. She moved the soft skin of the belly and bit into the clit.
"HAA-HOO!" crooned Veronica. The hot tongue enslaved her. She lifted her butt right off the floor.
Naomi, as wild in passion as she'd ever been in her entire life, went the final distance. Sucking and eating avidly lustfully, on her daughter's cunt, her own sexy creation, she worked a finger to the anus. There was plenty of excess juice from Veronica's excited sex organ.
In went Naomi's finger, as Veronica's anal-trained asshole offered hardly any resistance.
"OH ... MY ... GOD!"
Veronica was getting the ride of her life. She was so soaked in the sexuality of this weird incest that she plunged on her mother's mouth and ass-hidden finger as if it could save her life.
Deeper and deeper went the finger in her ass, crazing her to furious rushes of pleasure in her belly, up and down her body. Quicker, hotter, went the wounding tongue on her clit. Veronica was so hot she thought she'd die.
A perverse wave of remorse swept over Naomi. She wasn't quite as wild sexually as her daughter. She stopped, "Veronica, we shouldn't d-do this."
"DON'T STOP, YOU BITCH!" sang Veronica. "I'VE GOT TO GET IT OFF!"
Naomi laughed and dug her mouth into the cunt, her finger deeper into the hot, flexing ass. Veronica went absolutely spastic with sex joy.
"I'M FUCKED. OHHH, HOW I'M FUCKED!"
But her body, caught in the throes of the hot, forbidden sex, had no desire to end the rapture so quickly. Veronica twisted and writhed and jittered in magnifi- cent splendor, soaking her flesh, muscles and nerve in the rich, vibrant sexuality that she received. Her belly seethed with good feeling, her clit felt fantastic, aching with the joy of stimulation. Her sensitive ass tissues glowed in happy friction-delight.
"I WANT IT SO MUCH. SO MUCH. I DOOOO LOVE YOU, NAOMI!" she sang.
"All the way," gasped Naomi.
Naomi enjoyed her own sex trip, almost as wild and hot as her daughter. Until this moment she had never indulged in lesbian sex. She detested incest as much as any person that walked the earth. Yet the free open wildness of the moment, the hot pleasure of sexing the sweet, young body was just too much to resist. She had reached the final human freedom and did not flinch. Any human is capable of any act of sex under given conditions. Veronica strained up.
"I ... GO ... NOW," she shouted. She squeezed her face shut in pure ecstasy as she reached the final joy, locked her body and her features smoothed into ultimate heaven-rapture.
She gave up her cunt and her sex treasure to her mother with free, wild and furious cunt and ass spasms of utter joy. Each quake drove her right to glory, relieving and satisfying her strong sex needs. Wunk, wunk, wunk, she spent it all out, freely and furiously, gasping and grunting, fulfilling her woman's erotic necessities in a fabulous orgasm.
When she was still, Naomi, as befitted the elder, eased herself on top of the moist, young body and rode off her own cunt to a happy, deserved orgasm on Veronica's pelvis. Then mother and daughter hugged tenderly, into deeper love and understanding.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Two weeks later Naomi's Halloween party was a huge success. Some thirty of her friends and Veronica's showed up, in colorful costumes, to drink, eat and congratulate Naomi on her good luck. It was said that an uncle had died and she'd inherited something like four hundred thousand dollars. The lavishness of the spread testified to her good fortune.
To Naomi's surprise, Evelyn Sandstrom came, and to her further surprise, the woman had lost a lot of weight. Naomi complimented her.
"Oh, I'm going to get Doug back," said Evelyn. "The separation is temporary. I think by Christmas Doug'll have had quite enough of the single life. By then I'll be slim again, and we can start a family. Doug is basically a sentimentalist. He just needed one more fling before settling down."
"I'm glad you're not mad at me ... us," said Naomi, pressing her hand.
"Good bridge partners are hard to find," said Evelyn. "Get in your licks while you can. By Christmas he'll be rock-bound faithful." She winked and left, leaving Naomi and Veronica to shake their heads and laugh. Evelyn had her own distinctive set of values . . .
Doug and Peter had both been invited. They didn't show up until everyone else had gone, except Debbie Payne, who wouldn't be leaving anyway. Both Debbie and Veronica had moved intc the Allison house to save on rent.
Naturally both Doug and Peter wore wolf costumes. Doug smiled shyly and pressed Naomi's hand.
"I heard you went to Chicago."
"I went to Chicago, saw a man, delivered a picture which was authentic, and I came home with a hatful of money," smiled Naomi. "Thanks for your help. I feel you were somehow important in it. How's your job? Do you need any money?"
"My job is terrible, but I don't need money. You keep it all, you and Veronica," said Doug with a shy smile at the blonde. "I was demoted to Section Chief because of the separation and certain rumors. However, it's more like a jail sentence. I'll be paroled in January."
"He means we get our vice-presidency back then," beamed Peter. "The company won't stand for fooling around, but it's too smart to lose good executives."
The girls knew this of course since Veronica and Debbie worked at Glacier Lake, but it was good to see Doug and hear it from him. Doug said that he'd been living the bachelor existence with Peter.
"Peter is a klutz. I'm teaching him how to take dates without crashing out," said Doug.
"I'm a klutz," Peter cheerfully acknowledged. "I'm learning a lot, though. I'm teaching Doug to ride a motorbike, too. Can we go upstairs and fuck?"
Debbie looked shocked, Veronica rolled her eyes, and Naomi burst out laughing.
"I think you've crashed out again," Doug declared, blushing.
"You crashed out, Peter," said Debbie. "That's horrible."
"It's why I could never really go with you seriously, Peter," said Veronica. "You have the sensitivity of a gorilla in a zoo."
"Now that we've settled that," laughed Naomi, "let's go upstairs and fuck. After all, you have a splendid cock, Peter."
The girls looked surprised, Peter cheered and Doug grinned. Naomi locked the doors and firmly led her party upstairs.
"Is this wise, Mom," Veronica whispered as they went up.
"I'd say essential, Veronica. We'll only have Doug until Christmas."
"What about after that?"
"Minneapolis," said Naomi, is filled with young guys for me, and older men for you. Even some as neat as Doug. Some, like Peter, that will be lots of fun to train. Why throw away the candy wrapper when there's still some sugar left in it? Six great weeks with Doug and Pete sound about right to me."
Im sure you re right ... I think" Veronica smiled.
At the head of the stairs Naomi took Peter and Debbie into a bedroom.
"This will be your room ... to start with," she explained.
"Here ... with her?" asked Peter. He looked disappointed, making no attempt to hide his greater interest in Veronica. Once again there was a general laugh at Peter's total lack of finesse.
Still Debbie quickly stripped. She liked Peter and was a wise enough female to know that if you didn't get too shook up by initial rejection you could often make big points later.
When she was down to brassiere and panties Peter decided she was okay. After all, she was very cute, much better than most females, and only less desirable within the range of the super beauties, Naomi and her daughter. To bathe one's cock in a strange new cunt was always a tremendous thrill.
He was naked on the bed and pulling Debbie to him almost before the others left the room.
"Can I take off my panties first?" asked Debbie, amused by his eagerness.
"I love you," said Peter. "Debbie, I really do. You're a fantastic woman."
Debbie laughed, slipping out of her panties. "I keep remembering that a hard-on twists men's minds in strange directions ..."
Naomi led Veronica and Doug to the master bedroom.
"I assume this is what we all want," she said as she began to undo the buttons on Doug's costume.
"I'll say!" breathed Doug. While he had some dates in the past two weeks, he'd had no sex. After the big crash, his heart just wasn't in it. But Evelyn had begun to talk to him again and made sounds that someday she might take him back. Now it looked like his good luck was on the rise again, with these two luscious women in the bedroom with him ... and willing.
Veronica wore a harem costume with filmy, see-through pantaloons and a satin pair of black lace panties underneath. Her half-bra presented more than it concealed her twin beauties. Naomi wore a sexy leotard, plastered tight to her body. He was crazy with desire to fondle them in their costumes; he was crazy to strip them and get on the bed. He left it up to Naomi. Veronica went along, it seemed. The breach between her and her mother was healed at last.
The two women stripped him naked, both feminine hands pausing along the way to jab his fiercely hard cock, one after the other. The unspoken thrill was in everybody's mind ... Doug would have the supreme privilege of sexing a mother and a daughter at the same time. That was much more erotic than doing them separately.
Naked, he hugged Naomi in that tight, velvety leotard, pressing his hungry prick against the firm but yielding belly. She wore a costume tail so he couldn't do much with her ass, but he could palm her breasts through the cloth and rain French kisses on her face.
Then he swept Veronica into his arms and repeated the process, not only hugging, kissing and breast-fondling but digging his hands into her full, sexy buttocks. He was ready!
He laid on the bed, his rod jutting up while the women quickly stripped.
There was no question as to who got his cock. Naomi crawled on top of his hips, spread her legs and fed the stiff, red shaft into her pink opening.
"I'll exercise seniority," she laughed with a blush.
He looked at Veronica, who winked. Nothing need be said. Veronica wanted her full buttocks and glory hole reamed, so she was willing to forego his first throw to get that exotic anal sex later.
They all relished the eternally breathless moment when prick pried open cunt.
"OOOOO," Naomi said as she felt his impaling member open up her vagina. She was plenty hot and had been since Doug had appeared. Slick woman's oils were already plentiful, to ease the way and provide lubricant for the hot friction.
"AHHH, BABY, BABY," Doug enthused.
No matter how much sex he had, he always thrilled to the limits of his being at that first entrance, feeling the grip of the vagina, the wetness, and easy-sliding slickness and the incredible inside-body heat of penetrating a woman's belly.
"It's making me dizzy," Veronica said, jogging her own cunt. Not that her juices didn't flow already.
She spread her legs, leaned towards her mother who sat upright on Doug's prick, and offered her cunt for Doug's mouth. Doug sucked her sexy slice right into his mouth, happily carried into the private world of sex, with soft girl thighs closed on his head, wet sex organ a slave to his tongue and girlish musk penetrating his nostrils, his being.
"Ahhh, good," cooed Veronica.
"Luscious," breathed Naomi as Doug began to blade up and down in her cunt.
Mother and daughter rocked on their thirty-year old lover, enraptured of his lovemaking by prick and tongue. To Naomi he was a virile young man, fifteen years her junior who could transport her to heaven. To Veronica he was a handsome, older man, ten years her senior, who had the skill and the nerve to take her into regions of sex a young man wouldn't.
Veronica sensed that this sex was indeed highly important to her mother. Naomi, less raunchy than her daughter, had worried about the lesbian encounter the two women had had two weeks ago. They'd done nothing since and Veronica knew the female incest bothered her mother.
Facing Naomi, she pulled her mother into her arms and began to kiss her.
"A little kink won't hurt," she whispered..
"Veronica ... he'll hear, he'll knowV
Her mother tried to pull back, not to disdain her daughter's physical love but because Doug might discover it.
"No chance. He can't see us and he can't even hear us. My thighs are tight on his ears. We can make crazy love up above while he sucks me and fucks you down below."
"Veronica!"
"Live a little," laughed her daughter as she forced her tongue inside her mother's mouth and tried to drive it down her throat. She also went after her mother's breasts.
Naomi began to go out of her mind. She'd thought a lot about her incestuous act and wondered if she were some kind of a monster, attracted to the flesh of her own daughter. Now, as Doug's prick fucked in and out of her she knew instinctively that this was real sex and the lesbian incest act, just frosting on the cake. She need not worry ... her sex pattern was set towards normalcy.
She relaxed. She let the hot probing tongue of Veronica slip in her mouth, thrilling her. Veronica's eager hands worked her breasts and set hot rushes down her body to meet the surging, out-opening pleasure of the fuck friction.
"I can let go at last. I can enjoyl" she gasped between hot, passionate kisses.
She dug her hands into the bigger, fabulous breasts of her daughter and returned hot kisses, feeling the effect of her response inflaming Veronica. Up above they writhed in lesbian love while down below the male sucked and plunged to provide the thrilling base for the extra kicks.
Naomi was as hot as she could ever remember. For the first time in years her financial future was secure, her ability to attract and satisfy younger, handsome men was proven, and she lived on close terms with her daughter.
The two women scoured each other's upper bodies with kisses and stroked with caresses, whipping desire to higher and higher levels. Naomi's belly quickly reached the golden state of pre-orgasmic wonder, the good feeling streaking and sweeping into every part of her being. She was at one with Doug, her daughter and the world in the fierce hunger and slaking of this hot Sex act. Her loins went faster, her breasts felt as if they were pure joy-flame, her body twisted every which way to express her ultimate, complete satisfaction and surrender. - "It can't last ... can't ... " she gasped. But it did, for long minutes of plunging wonder, until her nerves were overloaded to saturation with the crazed, glazed feeling. "I ... HAVE TO ... GIVE IT UP," she exploded. She hugged Veronica's body, unafraid and thrilled out of her mind, then came with powerful cunt squeezes and spasms that made her jerk and throb with ecstasy, while Doug fucked her through her run and Veronica sucked her breasts to keep the sweet pleasure flowing . . .
Spent, dreamy, happy, she crawled off Doug, collapsing on a corner of the bed, all aglow, to watch the next episode of love-making.
Veronica swung around to take her turn on top of Doug. His stiff prick, almost purple now, gleamed with the gut juices of the taken Naomi. Veronica impaled herself on the jutting rod in Naomi's place and took up the fuck.
"So hot ... can't last long," Doug stammered.
"Lover, I'm almost there, too. Your tongue made me a t-true-believer!"
Doug didn't think he had ten strokes left in him. The idea of taking the mother all the way to orgasm and then ending his fuck in the daughter ... that alone was enough to want to make him seed Veronica's young, tight and hot cunt at once. Yet he made ten ... ten more ... ten more ... sweating, grunting, thrilled to the limits of his being. THIS WAS FUCKING!
He no longer cared if he brought Veronica with him. He just wanted to lay it in her and die a glorious sex death.
"Sttt ... stick your finger in my asshole ... I c-come, too," Veronica cried anxiously.
Glazing up to his burst point, Doug rammed his finger into Veronica's butt hole, which caved in easily.
"AIEEEEE!" she went, locking and throwing back .her head in wild joy.
They made it together, his body freezing, then pumping. SPURT, SPURT, SPURT. Veronica responded: THROB, THROB, THROB.
They clung, writhed, grunted and jerked in sublime ecstasy, flaming off their hot sexuality with tightly-locked bellies, each swept away to that special private heaven of the final animal state of orgasmic surrender. The run was short, yet the results were a fantastic release.
After a very short rest Naomi and Veronica went down the hall to get Debbie. They found the couple resting after their hot run. Peter's semen still bubbling out of Debbie's redhaired cunt, and each had the appropriate satisfied grin of a successful fuck run.
Naomi left Veronica with Peter and took Debbie back to the other bedroom.
"Doug has a special message for your hot little box," Naomi told Debbie. "He wants to lay some new warm stuff on top of Peter's."
"Sometimes, Naomi, I think you and Veronica have gone sex-crazy," said Debbie.
"Only when we get a good shot at it," laughed Naomi. She was hot enough to want to satisfy her letch for the smaller girl's body. Doug wasn't quite ready yet.
"Do you mind if we play a little, until it's time?" asked Naomi.
Doug didn't. Naomi began by gently stroking the voluptuous girl. When she sensed from the sex blush that Debbie was high and hot once more, she rolled over on her back, pulled the nude youngster on top of her and locked her legs around Debbie's back thighs. She -began to ride cunt.
"Oh, my goodness!" Debbie laughed out loud. Naomi's hot cunt dug on Debbie's pelvis, while Naomi moved in such a way that Debbie took the full effect of Naomi's pelvic strokes on her cunt. Loins, flashed, Debbie gasped and tried to escape, but there was none. Naomi seized the redhead and pillaged her mouth with a burning tongue, effecting total capture. Doug went rock-hard to see the erotic lesbian sex act in front of him. He waited only long enough for Naomi to sex up Debbie to white-hot heat, then he moved in. He fucked Debbie recklessly while he sucked on Naomi's aroused cunt and they locked in a fierce, rocking, grunting threesome of sex.
Back in the other bedroom, Peter said:
"When do I get to go to the other room?"
"As soon as we have a little fun, Peter. You do want me alone, don't you. You've never had me."
"Baby, you know I do!"
Veronica sucked on Peter's prick, testing it for firmness and virility. It was hard enough all right. Preseminal fluid surfaced from his balls. It was time for her sperm-tap.
She got some vaseline.
"You get to fuck me in the asshole," she declared simply.
"WHAT!"
"Assfuck," she said and greased his prick. She put a dab between her beautiful buttocks.
"YOU'RE KIDDING."
She then got down on her hands and knees.
"That's right. I want to feel what a cock is like in my ass. Just stick it in a little way, will you, Peter?"
He mounted her doubtfully.
"It won't work."
His cock sunk into her asshole, thrilling him, gripping him tightly. It was wet, hot, slick, very luscious.
"It m-might work."
"Unk." Veronica was already in her personal seventh heaven.
"IT WORKS!" Peter shouted passionately.
He laid on her back, gripping her firm thighs and began reaming out her ass with powerful, sexy lunges that made her cry out in delight. His prick swelled and thrilled and throbbed in the hot anal action.
"ASS FUCKING IS THE LIVING END!" he cried out excitedly.
"There is no end," she laughed happily, "there's only fucking. FUCK ME HAAARRRDER. I WANT IT AAAALLL!"
