Fourteen-year-old Lois was on the verge of sleep when a noise brought her fully awake again. The hinges of her bedroom door had creaked. She froze, her eyes wide-open as she stared at her door being pushed open a little more. When she saw a naked foot slide into her bedroom, she knew it was too late to throw her sheet over herself and cover her nakedness. Her heart pounded as she waited to see who was coming into her bedroom and what would happen next.
It was a sultry summer night, with moonlight and a hot wind coming in her open bedroom window, which is why Lois had chosen to sleep without her nightgown on or any covers. Her teenage body was misted with a light sweat. She was particularly moist under her arms and between her legs, and to allow the breeze access, her legs were spread and her arms flung wide. Her tits rose and fell, her nipples gleaming in the moonlight. Her shoulder-length blonde hair fanned out on her pillow, looking platinum with a slightly bluish cast.
Only just finished in time, she thought. A few droplets of pussy moisture were beaded on her inner thighs, because she'd just finished masturbating. She always jerked herself off when she got into bed at night. It was like taking a sleeping pill.
Her bedroom door was pushed open even more, and soon the naked foot was followed by a naked leg, a naked pelvis, naked arms and torso. Lois had a hard time lying still. The intruder wasn't whom she had expected. Usually it was her two-years younger brother, Freddy who'd come to pay her a secret night visit. This time it was her father.
Freddy, who shared one of the two rooms in the attic with her, had been sneaking in to visit her at night for at least a year now. Imagining she was asleep, he would stand next to her bed. He would just look at her and jack off, although lately he'd been getting more daring, pulling her sheet down, pulling her shortie nightgown up, sniffing her cunt. A few times he'd even dared feel between her legs. Lois didn't know how much longer she could allow Freddy to play his games before things got out of hand. She enjoyed pretending to be asleep, watching under her nearly closed eyelashes as Freddy did his thing, but he had been getting a little bit too daring lately.
But this wasn't her brother, it was her dad. Practiced, she pretended to be asleep as he stood next to the door looking toward her, his back against the wall. She had become expert at holding her eyelids fractionally open, so that they looked to an observer as if they were closed, and yet she could see everything from beneath her long lashes. She felt like saying, "Dad, what's wrong?" But she kept quiet. Maybe he wasn't here to talk. Maybe he was here for something else.
One thing was for sure - he couldn't be here for the same reason Freddy came around at night! No way!
Very slowly, he began to move toward her. He moved cautiously, like a stalking lion, and Lois realised something strange was going on. She began to quiver. She had a hard time controlling her breathing.
He was her father, not her kid brother! He couldn't be interested in her sexually! For Freddy to be sexually interested in her was one thing - boys would dare anything - but her father! He was a grown man. He was her father! He had a wife!
No, he was not going to do anything like that. He would tap her on the shoulder and wake her up, and then he would tell her something.
What was he going to tell her? Bad news, what else could it be? It had to be bad news, terrible news. For him to wake her up at this time of night to tell her something, it had to be news of a tragedy.
Mom had been killed. That must be it. On her trip to the Bible conference this evening, Mom had been in a fatal car crash. On the first trip Mom had taken alone since Lois had been born, on her first trip away from Dad in years, Mom had had the terrible misfortune of dying in a car crash. "Killed instantly," Dad would say. Lois was ready to burst into sobs.
Dad stood over her, looking at her. In a moment he would bend forward and tap her on the shoulder. He was struggling. He could hardly make himself do it. Maybe he couldn't make himself do it. Maybe he'd turn and run from the room.
Lois knew she ought to open her eyes, take her Dad's hand, say, "It's OK, Dad, I know. No need to tell me. Woman's intuition. I know already." And then they would both fall into each other's arms - after Dad pulled the sheet up over her, of course, they were both naked, after all - and they would cry for hours, each of them trying to comfort the other. She'd seen it many times on TV.
But Dad didn't tap her on the shoulder. He didn't lean over and whisper bad news in her ear. Instead, he moved his hands, which had been in front of him covering his pubic area, and revealed an erect cock.
Lois's heart thumped. She struggled to keep her eyes slits, to keep them from gaping wide-open. She watched her dad's cock throb in the moonlight, noticed that the part of the knob not covered by foreskin was shiny and moist. Her dad had the biggest cock she'd ever seen. She lay there in shock.
She couldn't have moved if she'd wanted to. Her dad could have fallen on her and raped her, and she'd have lain there unmoving and helpless. This wasn't Freddy standing naked next to her bed, this was her own father! And he wasn't going to tap her on the shoulder and give her any news. She didn't know what he was going to do. All she knew was that her heart was slamming, her blood was racing, and hot flashes were shooting through her flesh. Her pussylips swelled and tightened, the itch between them making her want to squirm. Her nipples and toes swelled too, and she felt hot fluid trickling from her crotch.
Her dad started to beat off. Just as Freddy did, her dad stood over her, looking down at her naked body as he jerked on his cock. His foreskin made a faint flesh-slapping sound as he worked it back and forth. A fluid dripped from his piss-hole and glided in a spittle-like strand toward the floor, silvery in the moonlight.
Lois was no virgin. Her welcoming pussy had been home to a succession of cocks, and she looked forward eagerly to the succession continuing for many, many more years. But, oddly, she had never seen an uncut cock before. although she'd heard about them from other girls. She'd never seen a cock drip so much lube. No stranger to the feel of a cock in her mouth, she found herself wondering what her dad's cock would taste like.
Her dad dropped to his knees beside her bed. She closed her eyes tightly, felt his breath on her face, on her tits. He was sniffing her, the way Freddy often did. She felt his breath on her cunt, heard him beating off frantically. Her heart thumped. The pussy-juice bubbled out of her.
Lois dared open her eyes to slits. She saw her dad's dark head between her legs. His right arm jerked. She watched him sniff his way down her smooth legs, saw him sniff her toes, which quivered, curled slightly under his breath. A drip of her dad's saliva fell on them.
He sniffed his way back to her cunt, took deep whiffs of her young pussy-juices. His hand flailed his prick.
Lois tightened her fists, clenched her teeth, held her body motionless. She'd never gotten this excited when Freddy had come to her in the night. Maybe that was because Freddy never took this long over her. The boy came quick, shooting off the moment he got a whiff of her pussy.
Her dad was taking his time. His foreskin made a sexy noise as he worked it up and down. How she wanted to drive her swollen pussy up into her dad's face! How she wanted to feed him her throbbing cunt! She loved being eaten out, never refused a boy who wanted to do it to her, and the thought of getting her pussy sucked by her own father instead of by some teenaged boy in the front seat of a car had her so excited she wanted to scream.
"Uh!" her dad grunted softly. "Uhh, uhhhhhhh!"
She heard his spurts against the wood floor. She felt his breath like hot steam against her crotch. Her excitement mounted until her every cell prickled.
His face was so close to her cunt that she felt the tip of his tongue flicking at her cunt hairs, licking off the droplets of pussy-juice that clung to the edges of her cuntlips. Shove your tongue in me! she said silently. Oh Daddy, lick me out!
But it was too late for that. Her dad sat back on his heels, squeezing the last cum from his deflating cock.
As he picked up his underwear and was about to wipe up his jism with it, Lois shifted and mumbled as if in her sleep. Instantly, her dad was on his feet and within seconds he was out the door like a man running for his life, and she heard him stumbling down the steep attic stairs.
Lois relaxed, smiling to herself That trick worked as well on her dad as it did on her brother
She slid off the bed and crouched in the shadow of it, only her naked ass in the moonlight The air next to the bed was filled with the scent of cum. With a tissue, she began to wipe up the puddle of creamy fluid. The jism was thick, still warm, and as she wiped it, she began to jerk off. Her finger pumped in and out of her tightly swollen cunt . Daddy's cum, she thought. Daddy's jizz! I should have opened my mouth and sucked him off like I suck off the boys at school. Yummy!
Her finger pistoned between her hard-clutching cuntlips and her pussy exploded. Fuck-juices dribbled down her legs like hot wine. She wiggled her ass and squeezed her legs together, and her eyes rolled back as the hot thrills swept through her body. She braced one hand against the bare wood floor to keep from falling over. She humped against her hand until she'd squeezed out every delicious twinge.
Back on her bed, she was asleep in seconds. Face-down, she slept, deeply and blissfully.
Chapter Two
Lois slept so deeply and blissfully that she didn't even hear her kid brother as he crept into her bedroom a short time later. The boy's not-quite-teen cock was hard as a rock. He hadn't a stitch on. His mother was away from home tonight and his father would be fast asleep downstairs.
Freddy was at that stage of puberty where he thought of nothing but sex. It seemed to him that he had a permanent hard-on, which never stayed down for long even after he'd just jerked off. But slowly, the delights of jerking off had begun to pale with the growing imagination of what the real thing must be like. The real thing - his sister's tight, slippery cunt.
And tonight, there she was, lying naked, just waiting for him! First time ever, naked! Usually he had to ease down the sheet, inch up her nightie. He squeezed his prick, then had to force himself to let go of it. He felt bolder than ever before. Bold enough at last to go after what he'd long been lusting for - a piece of his big sister's ass.
Her being naked was an omen. He'd come to beat off as usual, but he wasn't going to beat off tonight. He was here to fuck. He'd been waiting a long time for tonight. He had to keep a clear head so he wouldn't lose control and waste his jizz all over the floor. He was going to stick her!
Stick her! he repeated over and over in his head. Fuck her! You ain't beating off tonight, tonight you're gonna fuck, fuck your sister!
He stood just a few feet from his sister's bed, quivering from head to toes, his prick sticking straight up at the ceiling and twitching with every beat of his heart. Sweat had broken out all over him. He could hear his breathing, heavy and loud. Prick-juice oozed from his pulsing cock and dripped on the floor.
He'd never felt so hot. Not even the first time he'd ever sneaked in here and seen his sister's cunt naked had he felt this hot. The fuck-feeling in his prick spread to every part of his body. He was prickling and tingling all over, as if his entire body had become one big hard prick.
His hair fell in his eyes and he brushed it back. He could hardly swallow. He pinched the skin on his hairless nuts and found it stretched as thin as cellophane around his swollen balls. He felt so sexy that he rubbed up and down his asscrack, then pinched his nipples. He was all feeling, ready to jump out of his skin.
His sister lay on her stomach, her head turned to the side, revealing her sexy face. She smiled vaguely, as if she were having a pleasant dream. Her blonde hair lay on her neck and shoulders, silky enough bury his face in forever. Her round asscheeks looked a pair of succulent melons in the moonlight, good enough to bite, good enough to eat, good enough to stick his cock between and fuck.
Piece of ass! he thought, and he salivated.
Now he knew what the phrase really meant. His sister had one beautiful female ass. He liked her ass quite as much as her tits. He'd heard that you could fuck a girl's asshole just as well as her cunt. The thought of it made him so hot he shivered That's what he was going to do some day - fuck her asshole.
But first he had to fuck her cunt, that sizzling pussy-slit between her legs, that slippery hole between her blonde pussy-lips.
He took a deep breath. It was time to do it! He'd been waiting months for this chance. He'd never dared try it before, with Mom at home. Lois might wake up and scream, and that would be the end of him. Mom would tear up the stairs screeching, and she'd club him to death with her Bible. She'd nearly clawed him to death once when she'd discovered cum stains on his bed sheets, calling him the most filthy, wicked, sinful, godless boy she'd ever known, and threatening to send him to have a talk with Reverend Salivar if he ever dared again to do such a filthy, disgusting, perverted thing as abuse himself.
Some day I'll abuse her, he thought, clenching his teeth. Some day I'll teach her what fucking's all about. If anybody needed a good fuck it was his mother. He couldn't believe she'd ever been fucked by Dad and that she'd actually given birth to two children. Sometimes he thought he and Lois must have been adopted.
Of course, Lois might still scream when she woke to find her brother's cock packing her cunt, but even if he woke up, Dad was another kettle of fish. Dad was cool. Dad was unlikely to go ape-shit. The only thing Freddy thought his Dad might object to was that it was Freddy fucking Lois and not his Dad. The way his Dad looked at Lois - wow, that was one hungry look. No wonder. You could be quite sure Mom wasn't giving him a good time in bed. And the way Lois carried on at school, well, getting fucked by her Dad would be no big deal, that was for sure. Though his Dad probably didn't know what Lois got up to the way Freddy did.
The only question was, could he get at her cunt the way she was lying? Face up was how he'd heard it was done, and Lois was face down. But, her legs were spread wide, undoubtedly because of the heat. Freddy peered.
Yes! There was her cunt, silver-haired, and the way it looked to him, it was about the same position with her on her stomach as it would be if she were on her back, about half-way down. If he could stick it to her while she was on her back, he could sure as hell do the same the way she was lying now. But carefully, of course, that went without saying. If she did wake up, she shouldn't do so until his cock had touched bottom.
Carefully, he climbed onto the bed. Lois' legs were spread wide enough for him to fit between them. The trick would be to go slow. As excited as he was, he must control himself and try his best not to wake her up. He wasn't sure it was possible to fuck a sleeping girl without waking her up, but he would try. Some of the guys at school claimed they'd fucked their sisters, even their mothers, while the women remained asleep, so maybe he could get away with it too.
So far, so good. He was kneeling between Lois's legs, sitting back on his heels, slowly massaging his rampant prick. His sister's ass stared him in the face, and he could see her moist pussy-gash between her legs. She was so hot and wet down there he could smell her. He had all he could do to control himself. He could just as easily jack off as fuck her, could just as easily bend forward, get a good whiff of her crotch, and blow his load all over the mattress.
The urge to do just that was almost irresistible, almost as strong as his urge to fuck her. But no, he told himself. Fuck her! Stick your prick up her cunt! Do it! Stick it in!
He gripped his cock at the base. Drops of lube bubbled out of it. His cock-knob was moist and shiny in the moonlight. He moved forward, braced his left hand on the mattress alongside Lois's left flank. As he lowered his loins, he bent his cock down between her legs. He could feel the heat of her cunt on his cock like steam. The smell of her overwhelmed him, made him dizzy. Even though his cock wasn't touching her cunt yet, he imagined her swollen pussy-lips sucking air, trying to suck his cock between them.
He eased his loins forward. His dripping cockhead kissed her crotch, kissed the sizz1ing wet meat of her pussy. A tremor shot through his cock, through his body, and for a moment he feared he was coming. His heart beat crescendoed, deafening him. Heat passed through his body like a wave.
He pressed his cock deeper between his sister's cuntlips. Her pussy opened and his cock disappeared inside her, sucked to the hilt up her crotch. It was like sinking his cock into warm butter.
His belly lay pressed against her ass. He could feel a thousand heart beats surrounding his buried cock, could feel a hundred sets of hot lips in her cuntal walls kissing and sucking it. He'd never imagined it would feel this incredibly good. He thought he'd died and gone to heaven.
He was panting, but his sister was still breathing like a sleeper. Luck was with him. He was fucking her and she hadn't woken up! Bracing both his hands alongside her body, he began to slide his cock inside her. It was too good to be true.
Of course, it wasn't true.
Lois was wide-awake. She'd been dreaming about being out in a car with some guy from school, some faceless guy she couldn't remember any more now that she was awake. In her dream she'd been lying face-down on the back seat of his car, listening to him say how he dug banging a chick from the rear. As his dream cock had sunk into her, Freddy's cock had sunk into her at the same time, and Lois had come awake, the transition between sleeping and waking, between dreaming and conscious reality, taking place smoothly, without any shock to her. She was hardly even surprised.
Well, the inevitable had happened, she thought resignedly. He's fucking me, she thought. The kid's actually doing it - finally.
Her kid brother was fucking her, as she'd known he would some day if she kept allowing him to experiment with her while she pretended sleep. Things finally had gotten out of hand, but it was too late to worry about that now. At this hour of the night, and feeling this good, who really cared any more about what was proper or improper. So her brother was fucking her. So what? Did it really matter?
Since she got her tits, she'd had a lot of cocks up her fuck-channel, and her brother's cock was really just another cock, wasn't it? A cock like any other cock. Just because it was attached to her brother, did that make it radioactive or something? Not at all. In fact, its being her brother's cock made it somehow even sexier, somehow even more exciting.
Besides, Mom wasn't anywhere around tonight. Mom's absence was a freeing thing, a liberating thing. With Mom gone, Lois felt no guilt at all. Mom's presence in the house was not here tonight to instil a sense of guilt. In fact, right now, fucking Freddy seemed like the most natural thing in the world.
She grinned. Should she give him the shock of his life and let him know she was awake? No, it was sort of sexy, lying here pretending to be asleep. Besides, thinking she was asleep was keeping Freddy from violent movement, and the slow, steady drive of his cock in and out of her was much better than the hammering she got mostly - though that could be good too, of course.
She could feel his smooth, slightly chubby belly rubbing against her ass. She could hear him panting and grunting. His hairless cock was smaller than the cocks she was used to, but what it lacked in size it made up for in hardness and temperature, to say nothing of convenience. Schoolmates she could only fuck during the day. Her brother lived in the same house, on the same floor, practically in the same room.
Her brother's cock was wonderfully hot, searing the sensitive folds of her cuntal walls. His stiff young prick slid in her slickly, smoothly. The kid had a free and easy rhythm going that relaxed her. Still only twelve, and he already fucked like a professional. She breathed deeply, evenly, maintaining her pretence of sleep without any trouble.
A sigh escaped her. Freddy froze. His cock lay still inside her except for its throbbing. Although he was trying to control his breathing, he sounded like a muffled bellows.
Should I "wake up" now? Lois asked herself. Or should I continue "sleeping"?
There really was no need to continue this game any more, not with the kid's cock anchored inside her, but it was kind of fun, wasn't it.
She lay motionless under him, breathing as if she were asleep. The boy swallowed. "Fuck," he whispered.
Cautiously, he began to move again. His cock made lubricious noises as it slipped against the wet folds of Lois's cunt. Lois controlled her urge to wiggle her ass. She did her best to breathe evenly. There was something uniquely exciting about getting fucked this way.
In his effort not to wake her, Freddy controlled his thrusts, kept them even and slow. Lois felt each smooth penetration to its ultimate, and revelled in the feeling of being fucked slowly and with control.
She could appreciate each ripple of the boy's dick-veins against the sensitive folds inside her, could feel each throb of his cock, each kiss of his searing-hot fuck-knob against the mouth of her womb. This was nothing like the quick, frantic thrusting she mostly got from the boys she knew. Not that she didn't enjoy that kind of hard fucking, but she enjoyed this kind of fucking too, enjoyed it just as much, and in some ways, more.
"Oh man!" Freddy wiggled his prick slowly inside her, rubbing his smooth belly against her ass. He leaned closer over her, and she could feel his breath against her upper back.
She knew he was dying to lie completely on top of her. She knew he wanted to bear down on her, thrusting hard and fast, but he couldn't do that, not without "waking her up." But she could help a bit. Help him, helped her, wonderful the way you both benefited. Slowly, she arched her back, turned her ass up more and pressed it against his grinding belly. She enjoyed the unique feel of his smooth, slightly chubby abdomen against her ass. She was used to hairy, rock-hard bellies.
"Pussy," he whispered, as if trying to convince himself that what he had his cock inside of was the real thing.
Fuck me! Lois thought. Faster now! Make me come! Slowly, she began to wiggle her ass, trying to excite the boy without letting him know she was awake. Rhythmically, she contracted her cunt around his prick.
He responded instantly. His thrusting quickened as he forgot himself. His belly made gentle slapping sounds against her ass. He grunted as his cock squished inside her. Pussy-juice drenched his cock. Pussy-juice dribbled out of Lois and made a wet stain on her bed sheet. Her toes clutched with each fucking penetration into her cunt. The fuck tension mounted in her loins and spread to every part of her body, making her tingle and prickle all over. Her clit swelled between her cuntlips, squirming like a tiny worm.
Yes! Yes baby, yes! She pressed her swollen tits against the mattress. Her nipples were as hard and pleasure-saturated as her clit. Tingles rushed through her asshole as it contracted to the rhythm of her cunt.
"Uh! Oh, uh - God!" Freddy buried his prick to the hilt, pressed his belly to her ass, breathed hotly in her ear as the jism erupted from him. "Awwww!"
His cock jumped inside her like a red-hot snake. She could feel its quiverings, its flexings and ejaculations. His cum sizzled, and as it filled her pussy his cock slipped in it, making obscene noises. The sound of the boy gasping with pleasure, the sound of his cock squishing in her cum-slick pussy, caused Lois's excitement to climax. She chewed at her hand to keep from moaning as her pussy went into spasms. She lost control of her breathing. Her spasms were too intense for her to stay in control.
Her wild breathing didn't give her away, though, because the moment her pussy started chewing up his cock, Freddy started whimpering and bucking out of control. He became too lost in the delirium of his own ecstasy to hear anything but the slamming of his heart. He churned his cock inside her, firing his fizz until his balls were drained.
Oh baby! Lois thought as the last orgasmic feelings flicked in her loins. Wonderful!
I must be the first person you've ever fucked, little brother. There is no way at all that you could imagine that that pounding you did into my cunt as you came wouldn't wake me, no way I wouldn't orgasm too, unless you were quite innocent.
Slowly, Freddy pulled his cock out of her. Her cunt made a smacking noise as his prick exited, as if he'd pulled it out of her mouth instead. He slipped off the bed.
He stood over her, studying her a few moments before tiptoeing away. His cock stood at half mast, dripping fuck juices. Before stepping out the door, he glanced once more at Lois.
I did it to her! he thought. I really did it! And she never knew a thing! Slept like a baby right through it, even when I was pounding into her! Wow! As he stepped into the hallway he stifled an urge to whoop.
Lois moaned softly. It was over. She reached back between her legs and felt the slimy mess the boy had left there. Cunt-juice and cum lay pooled on the bed sheet under her pussy-muff. She was too sleepy and exhausted to clear up the mess. She rolled onto her back, spread her legs wide and rubbed her finger on her clittie. As she drifted into sleep, she smelled cum on her fingers.
An hour later, when Freddy entered her bedroom for the second time that night, Lois hadn't budged. She lay passive under him, dozing on and off as he cautiously mounted her, delighted that she was on her back this time and he could see her tits, even risk a quick lick of a nipple, while he fucked her again.
Then an hour later, again.
And then, in the grey light of dawn, Mom wouldn't be away for ever and who knew when he'd next get the chance, one more time.
Chapter Three
Maxine wished Jack and the kids were here to see her now. Even more, she wished the other ladies from church could see her. She wished somehow she could get a picture of herself seated at this table in the hotel dining room with none other than the Reverend Teddy Baker himself.
She'd never been more thrilled in her life. She was so excited, in fact, that twice during dinner she'd been forced to excuse herself so she could run to the ladies' room and urinate. Great excitement had always created that need in her.
A jazz combo, seated up on a small stage, played softly in the background. Seated at Maxine's table, in addition to Reverend Baker and herself, were Reverend Salivar and a giddy red-haired teenaged girl who reminded Maxine, apart from the colour of the hair, of her own daughter, Lois. Lois was a lovely girl, and this girl was also radiantly pretty. The lucky girl had been hand-picked from the stadium crowd during the rally this evening to be Reverend Baker's special dinner guest. According to Reverend Salivar, who had been a personal friend of Reverend Baker since the seminary, Reverend Baker often invited young girls in his audience to dine with him, to show that he was not above associating with "common folk."
Lurking in the shadows, and seated visibly at nearby tables, were Reverend Baker's personal bodyguards. Reverend Baker, being as controversial and politically active as he was, was accompanied everywhere by his entourage of armed bodyguards. Many people claimed Reverend Baker would be president some day, and to Maxine, his bodyguards looked already like the Secret Service men who might one day guard him.
"Waiter!" Reverend Baker shouted, waving his empty drink glass in the air, and the nearest waiter stumbled over his own feet as he ran for another bottle.
A smiling man in a gray suit, whose face Maxine recognised from having seen it in the background on all Reverend Baker's telecasts, came striding up and leaned over to whisper something in the reverend's ear.
The reverend's face lit up. "A record donation this evening, my friends! Cause for celebration."
"Here, here!" said Reverend Salivar, lifting his glass and downing what was left in it.
"Waiter!" Reverend Baker shouted. "Waiter! Where is that worthless incompetent? I'll see to it he's fired."
Seconds later, the red-faced waiter appeared with a tray of drinks and a freshly opened bottle.
As he served the red-haired girl, she giggled. The girl already looked well-intoxicated, and Maxine felt a little dizzy herself. Maxine doubted that either of them should drink any more, but who could refuse Reverend Baker's hospitality. Toasting the evening's record take of donations, all at the table drank, then drank some more.
It had seemed to be an endless meal. Maxine couldn't believe they were all still sitting here. She had never seen so much food consumed - and wasted - at one table for four people.
Reverend Baker alone had consumed enough for a half-dozen men. He had quite an appetite. All that vehement preaching he'd done this evening in front of nearly 100,000 in the stadium, not to mention the untold millions watching on TV, had undoubtedly burned up as much energy as six hard-working men would in one day.
Reverend Baker certainly did have an appetite, not just for food, but for drink as well. Maxine couldn't deny that seeing Reverend Baker drinking hard liquor came as something of a shock to her - he'd railed against the evils of drink enough times, including earlier this very evening - but he was Reverend Baker, after all, wasn't he? And if any man could play with fire and not get burned, it was he.
As the reverends discussed budgets and finances, Maxine and the girl exchanged self-conscious glances. Maxine couldn't deny she was disturbed to see the girl getting drunker by the moment. The girl reminded her so much of her daughter, Lois. She was about to suggest that the girl had had enough to drink when the reverends got up to leave the table. Immediately, the bodyguards surrounded the dinner group to escort them from the dining room. It seemed that Maxine and the girl were allowed the honour of accompanying them.
In the hotel lobby, the dinner group and four bodyguards piled into one elevator while six other bodyguards took the adjacent elevator. As the elevator took off, Maxine felt as if she were on a space shuttle to heaven. To think that until yesterday she'd been just another lowly member of the ladies' group at First Baptist, and tonight she was a personal guest of the most-holy Reverend Baker! You couldn't get much closer to God without dying first.
She'd never dreamed that the invitation to accompany Reverend Salivar here to the Bible conference and rally would result in an invitation to dine with the Reverend Baker himself and an after-dinner invitation to socialise with him in his private suite. The ladies at church would die of envy when she told them. If only she had a camera to record the event!
The dinner group entered Reverend Baker's suite and the doors were locked behind them. Ten bodyguards stood sentinel in the hallway outside.
Reverend Baker immediately insisted on another toast to celebrate the evening's record "take," as he called it. He pulled the red-haired girl onto his lap, and she put one arm around his neck. She'd removed her shoes, and her bare toes quivered as she drank and giggled. Reverend Baker put his arm around the girl's waist.
He looked like a reveller in a bar with a barmaid on his lap. Maxine realised that something improper was going on here, but the alcohol was flowing through her brain, and she found herself giggling as much as the silly girl.
She sat on a couch across the room from Reverend Baker and the girl, with Reverend Salivar at her side and pressing close. When Reverend Salivar's arm went around her shoulder, she made a weak attempt to shrug it off, but had no success.
"What would Mrs. Salivar say about this?" Maxine slurred.
"Mrs. Salivar isn't here," said Reverend Salivar, stroking Maxine's shoulder. "She's safely at home, where she belongs."
"You're being naughty, Reverend," Maxine giggled, just like a teenager on a date. "Naughty, naughty."
"I know," said Reverend Salivar.
His hand slipped into Maxine's blouse. "My, what's this?"
Maxine dropped her drink on the plush red carpet, but nobody said a word. Nobody but Maxine even noticed, and she forgot the spilled drink in seconds as Reverend Salivar's hand slid under the right titcup of her bra and began to rub the erect bump of her nipple.
Surely this could not be? Things were happening as if in a dream. They flowed. They got jumbled and out of place. Maxine heard herself protesting and struggling one moment, then cooing and giggling the next.
Reverend Salivar's hand slipped under her skirt, under her panties. One of his thick fingers slipped into her golden-haired cunt. She groaned.
Marine was shocked, but at the same time perversely thrilled to hear the reverend talk like that. Playfully, she tapped his face. "Reverend, such talk!"
"Sexy bitch!" he said again. He bit her neck and started pulling off her clothes.
Maxine was helpless to stop him, not that she wanted to. Across the room, she was astonished to see, the red-haired girl too had been stripped naked by Reverend Baker, and now she was helping him to undress. The girl worked one-handed, her other hand occupied with her cunt, which she rubbed incessantly as pussygoo ran down the insides of her thighs. It seemed clear to Maxine that the red-haired girl had expected - hoped? - for something of the sort to occur.
Reverend Baker raised his ass as she struggled to pull off the last of his clothing, his boxer shorts. He looked even fatter naked then he did clothed. His paunch nearly hid his cock, which lay limp against the couch seat.
He grabbed the red-haired girl's head and pulled it between his flabby thighs. She fell on her knees in front of him.
"You ever sucked a cock?" asked the Reverend Teddy Baker, spiritual leader of millions.
The red-haired girl shook her head, but there was an eager look in her eyes that suggested that she wouldn't be unwilling to start, like right now.
"Liar. Doesn't matter, though. Give me some head," Reverend Baker panted. "Wrap them pink lips around it. Flick that pink tongue. Do a good job now, hear?" With one hand on her head, he stuffed his flaccid cock in her mouth.
There was no need for Reverend Baker to hold on, forcing her to suck Maxine thought, with aghast amazement. Maxine doubted that the red-haired girl was lying, she didn't look as if she had any experience, but judged that his problem was going to be the other extreme, getting her to let go. Her enthusiasm was obvious.
"Taste good, ya drunk bitch? Sure it does, don't it?" Reverend Baker belched loudly, then dropped his head back as if to doze off. He kept his hands pressed to the red-head's head despite her visible zeal for what she was doing.
Maxine squirmed on Reverend Salivar's lap. With a start she realised that while she had been watching the red-haired girl in fascination, something had happened to her clothes. Both she and Reverend Salivar were also stark-naked now, and the reverend's cock pressed against her thigh, leaking lube as it pulsed. The reverend had her in a bearhug, and he was growling like one too. Growling like a bear, like a hairy, fat old bear.
Maxine couldn't believe that the man ravishing her was the pastor of First Baptist Church, nor could she believe that she was drooling pussy-juice all over his thighs. Only a few times in her life had she ever been this sexually excited, and that had been years ago. In fact, it had been years since she'd enjoyed sex at all, years since her pussy had become wet and hot. She couldn't understand why she was so hot now, but she was too drunk to worry about it.
"Reverend Salivar!" she said. "Reverend Salivar, what are you doing to me! Please!"
Her cunt did flip-flops inside as the reverend sucked her tits. Squirming and squealing, she grabbed his cock. Suddenly she needed to feel it inside her. She had an urgent need to fuck it. Straddling his thighs, she raised up and guided his cock between her swollen pussy-lips. She let herself go, let her cunt sink down on his rigid cock. Her asscheeks sat on his balls.
"Mink!" Reverend Salivar said, his hands sliding up and down her back, his tongue flapping against her tit-cherries. "I always knew you were a mink, Maxine. I've been waiting a long time for this."
"Naughty reverend!" Maxine panted. She felt his cock wiggling inside her, and she began to slide up and down on it. She writhed as she fucked him, rubbing her tits in his face and against his chest. He was a fat old toad, not handsome at all, but he was a Reverend! Fucking him had to be God's work! The alcohol swirled in her brain, driving her like a spring driving a wind-up toy.
"Your thing makes squishy noises inside me," she said. "Squish, squishy squish. It sounds so dirty!"
"My what?"
"Your thing."
"Give it its right name, Maxine!"
"Your cock! Your prick!"
"And where is it?"
"In my cunt! My slot! My gash!"
"Maxine!" the reverend gasped. "Juicy Maxine! I stand in the pulpit with a hard-on and I look down at the juiciest bitch in the congregation. Your juice is running down my balls like syrup, for the love of God!"
He gripped her at the waist, knifing his cock into her drooling cunt.
Maxine moaned, her teeth bared, her head tossing from side to side. Wild thrills shot through her clit as it rubbed against the reverend's slick cock. "I feel it in my toes!" she shrieked, giddily, drunkenly. "All the way to my toes!"
Her tongue had never been so loose. Whatever she thought, it came out of her mouth.
From the other couch, Reverend Baker was watching Maxine intently. His hands lay on the red-haired girl's head, forcing it down, forcing her to deep-throat on his fully erect cock. She was obviously unused to this, an inexperienced cocksucker, and she couldn't stop gagging.
Her choking turned Reverend Baker on. He rubbed the girl's nose in his greying pubic hair, watched her face turn purple as she nearly suffocated. Just as she was about to pass out, he jerked her head up by the hair, twisted it toward Reverend Salivar and Maxine.
"See that?" Reverend Baker said to the girl. "See those two? That's what they call a bonafide whore, a grade-A slut, a bitch in heat. That's what you're gonna end up like some day. A harlot like that one. A sinner of the most despicable kind. Stand up, harlot!"
The girl stood quivering. Clearly, while sex with Reverend Baker had been something she'd expected, even looked forward to, she'd romanticised it. Her innocent imagination had pictured herself being treated lovingly, respectfully. Reverend Baker mounting her gently, politely, while she graciously gave him the greatest gift she had to offer. She had not expected such coarse treatment.
He pinched her nipples until she nearly hit the ceiling. He slapped her face when she shrieked, telling her to shut up.
"You a virgin?" he said. "Huh, girl? You a virgin?"
"Yes," the girl stammered, swaying drunkenly. Obviously her fantasy had been to give her most precious possession, her virginity, in the service of God.
"Don't lie to me, girl!"
Reverend Baker reached between her legs and rammed his middle finger up her cunt. He churned his finger roughly. "Liar! Ain't no cherry in here, girl! You been bending for the boys since before you could walk, ain't ya, bitch, ain't ya?"
"No!" the girl sobbed, her eyes rolling as Reverend Baker gouged her pussy.
"Liar!" Reverend Baker stood up . He bent the girl over in front of him, forced her to turn up her ass. Reaching between her legs, he squeezed her pussy like a sponge, filled his hand with her hot juices. Then he rubbed her slippery cunt-slime all over his cock.
"Lying bitch! You expect me to shove my cock up a commonly abused hole like the one between those legs of yours, girl? The Reverend Teddy Baker only fucks virgin holes. Know what I mean, girl? Let's see how virgin you are up this other hole."
The reverend gripped the girl's hips and shoved his cock between her asscheeks. She clenched her asscheeks, but she couldn't keep his slick cock from opening up her ass-pucker.
Once his knob got a start, the rest of his cock followed easily. With a growl of pleasure, he fucked his cock up her asshole to the hilt.
The girl screamed, writhing like an eel impaled on a spear. "No! Fuck my pussy! I swear I'm virgin! I was saving it for you!"
"Maybe, maybe not," Reverend Baker shouted. "Don't matter either way. You're a virgin up the ass, all right. Or rather, you were a virgin up the ass. I got your ass-cherry, girl, and you'll never forget it. Till your dying day you'll remember who it was got your ass-cherry! You are one lucky bitch!"
His nails digging into her flesh as he gripped her hips, he began to thrust, to ram, to impale the squirming young girl repeatedly.
Drunk out of her mind and lost in her own pleasure, fucking herself steadily on Reverend Salivar's meaty cock, Maxine had been paying no attention to Reverend Baker and the red-haired girl. She'd assumed they would be fucking, the same as she was. Hearing the commotion, she looked over her shoulder to see what all the noise behind her was about.
She saw the red-haired girl flapping around like a rag doll as Reverend Baker jerked her back and forth on his cock. The fat man had her from behind like a rutting gorilla, and his cock slipped in and out - not between her legs, but between her asscheeks.
Maxine was flabbergasted. "It's - in her - in her ... "
"Bum," Reverend Salivar said. "Buggerhole. Rectum. Asshole. Teddy always has had a penchant for assfucking girls. If he finds them wanting a cherry between the thighs, which is the usual case, he finds himself a cherry between their asscheeks. Even if he does find a cherry between the thighs, he tends to prefer the cherry between the asscheeks. Teddy likes the back door."
"It's filthy," Maxine slurred. "Disgusting."
"Don't let Teddy hear you criticise his proclivities," Reverend Salivar said. "He'll send you straight to the devil."
Maxine said no more. She swung a limber leg and swivelled on Reverend Salivar's cock until she was facing away from him and toward Reverend Baker and the girl. As sick and disgusting as the sight was, Maxine couldn't help but to watch Reverend Baker assfucking the squirming teenager. As sick and disgusting as the sight was, it excited her even more than she already was, and she jerked up and down on Reverend Salivar's cock, fucking him hard as he groped her tits from behind and caressed up and down her flanks.
The sodomised girl had obviously come to terms with what was happening to her. She began to masturbate. As Reverend Baker's cock plunged in her asshole, as his paunch slapped against her ass, she pistoned her fingers in her juice-oozing pussy. Her head tossed from side to side, her red hair flying, squishing noises coming from her cunt, from her buggered asshole.
She's enjoying it! Maxine thought. She's actually enjoying it, the filthy little tramp!
Maxine had never imagined such wickedness was possible. Again, she was reminded of how much the, assfucked girl resembled her own daughter Lois, and the thought hit her that if this girl was capable of enjoying such depravity, Lois might be capable of it, too. She'd tear the little tramp's nipples off if she ever caught Lois enjoying such a thing!
Reverend Salivar was gasping. In her drunken anger, Maxine was jerking up and down on his cock as if she wanted to tear the skin off it with her vise-tight cunt. His cockhead nearly popped off. His fingernails sank into her tits as he held on, writhing like a man being whipped.
"Ohhh!" Reverend Salivar groaned. "I'm coming!" He arched up, thrusting wildly into Maxine's cunt. As his jism exploded into her pussy, he grunted repeatedly.
Maxine felt the hot spurts inside her. She felt the man's cock pulsing and shuddering. For a few seconds she became ticklish and started giggling. An intense, almost painful sensation shot through her clit, through her cunt, and streams of electricity flowed into her tits and down to her toes. She caught a glimpse of Reverend Baker's cock slicing into the red-haired girl's asshole, and she suddenly imagined his cock in her own asshole, in Lois's asshole. A sense of exquisite wickedness overwhelmed her and her excitement climaxed. She shook violently in Reverend Salivar's arms as her spasming cunt ate up his cock.
"Eeeeeeeh!" she squealed. "OOOOOOooh!"
She churned her ass, grinding her cunt up and down his jizz-spurting cock. Her toes curled. Her fuckjuices drenched his contracting balls. She couldn't remember when she'd ever felt so good, so free.
"Lasciviousness and debauchery" Reverend Baker muttered, ramming his cock in the red-haired girl's asshole.
He sniffed the air, taking deep whiffs of pussy and teen ass. He watched Maxine climax, saw her fuck-juices flowing over Reverend Salivar's box . He looked down at the teen he was assfucking and saw her masturbating furiously. "Come!" he ordered the girl. "Come!"
The teenager hardly knew where she was or what was happening. She was so drunk, so overwhelmed with fuck-pleasure, that she could hardly remember her own name. The fat man's cock felt like a hot poker in her asshole. Pussyjuice ran down her legs like hot wine. She heard him commanding her to come, felt him jerking her and shaking her till her head was ready to fall off. Her fingers sizzled in her pussy, filed at her clit mercilessly. An intense, prickling heat shot through her loins, streamed up her spine and down her legs. Her pussy and asshole contracted simultaneously and her body went into spasms
Reverend Baker's eyes bulged. Grunting, gasping, he bent over the girl, rubbing his paunch against her back as he churned his cock in her asshole. His face turned from red to purple. Veins bulged on his temples. As the cum shot through his cock, he bellowed like a mating bull.
"Uhhhhhh! Ohhh, you harlot, you teenage harlot!"
The grunting man crushed the girl in a fierce hug. He lost his balance, and she hers, and together they crashed forward onto the carpet, the man's body completely covering the girl's. He rutted on top of her, pumping out his fizz, filling her asshole with it until his cock sounded like a toilet plunger inside her.
Only the girl's calves and feet were visible to Maxine, who saw the girl's pink toes clenching hard.
Harlot! Maxine thought, shaking and shuddering with her own orgasm. She took pleasure in watching the fat man crush the life out of the filthy girl as he pumped her asshole full of spunk. She enjoyed seeing the little bitch getting buggered, getting smothered. The wicked little tramp deserved it! Maxine came again at the thought.
Finally, after much rutting and grunting, Reverend Baker lay still on top of the girl. Despite her begging for him to get off her, he took his time, catching his breath before he rolled off her and struggled to his feet. His cock dangled under his paunch, shrivelled and wet. He kicked the girl.
"Get up, temptress, you got what you wanted! You'll roast in hell, girl! You will burn!" He looked toward Reverend Salivar, looking right through Maxine as if she wasn't there. "Get these sluts out of here!"
He turned and staggered out of the room. A few seconds later he could be heard pissing and belching and farting in the bathroom.
"Time to go, ladies," said Reverend Salivar. "Get your clothes on now."
Maxine was plastered, but at least she managed to dress herself. The red-haired girl was so soused that Maxine and Reverend Salivar had to help her dress. Reverend Salivar used the opportunity to give the girl's body a good feel, including between her legs. He looked sadly at his limp cock, and Maxine realised that if he'd been capable of raising a hard-on at that moment, the red-haired girl's pussy would have received what she had imagined it was going to receive. However, Reverend Salivar was temporarily fucked out, and he pushed the women out of the suite and turned them over to the bodyguards, who escorted them to the elevator.
Maxine took the girl down to the lobby and left her there. She wasn't about to stick around and babysit for the harlot. She made it back up to her room, where she fell asleep, face-down on her bed without bothering to undress.
Sometime later - minutes, hours, Maxine didn't know, didn't care - she woke up to find Reverend Salivar pulling her clothes off. She was too drunk, too exhausted, to do anything more than mumble incoherently as he mounted her from behind and inserted his cock between her thighs. She listened to him grunt and pant as he laboured over her, felt him shoot off deep inside her cunt, then fell asleep again while he was still on top of her.
Several times during the night, Maxine woke up to find Reverend Salivar ravishing her, fucking her in various positions. Sometimes she would remain awake, other times she would fall right back to sleep. She was convinced that she must be dreaming everything. Even when she climaxed, she thought she was dreaming. It was the wildest craziest, most pleasurable dream she'd ever had, one from which she hoped she'd never wake up.
Chapter Four
Dad looked up from behind his morning paper as Lois entered the kitchen for breakfast. She yawned as she tightened the belt of her robe, under which she wore absolutely nothing.
Dad's robe was open at the top and she could see his hairy chest and part of his muscled belly. There were bare legs at the bottom of it, obviously he was as naked as she was underneath. "Another sleepy-head," Dad said. "Your brother just crawled out the door to go play baseball. He looked wiped out, like he bad a hangover or something. I hope he doesn't get beaned."
Lois pulled up a chair across the table from her dad and dumped some grapenuts into a bowl. "He could get beaned six times a day and it wouldn't make him any dumber. Why aren't you out playing golf?"
"I've played golf every Saturday morning for the last ten years. I thought it might be nice to get out of the rut at least one Saturday and enjoy a quiet morning at home for a change. Things are so nice and quiet around here with that busy-body mother of yours away on her trip. I wish she'd take a trip by herself more often."
Lois munched on her grapenuts. "It is kind of nice without her around. If she was here, she would have had me out of bed an hour ago, scrubbing floors or something."
"Floors clean enough to eat off of before you scrubbed them," Dad said. " 'Cleanliness is next to Godliness' and all that bullshit. Sometimes I think what your mother needs is a good roll in the mud."
Or in the sack, Lois thought with a chuckle.
Dad went back to reading his paper. Lois watched him as-she munched her cereal and milk.
He gave no signs of embarrassment over what he'd done last night. He was a cool guy. You'd think he'd at least be a little uptight, Lois thought, maybe blush a little, maybe study her for signs of her own, signs that might tell him that she knew he'd visited her room last night and knew why he'd visited her room. But no, he played it cool, really cool. He could have avoided her completely, could have gone off to play golf and not had to face her this morning.
It was too bad she'd missed Freddy this morning. She doubted that he'd have been as cool as Dad. His chubby cheeks would have been flushed red, or he'd have leered at her more than usual, thinking about what he thought he had gotten away with last night.
Freddy's jizz was leaking out of Lois at this very moment. She was a mess between her legs, all sticky and slippery. The kid had pumped cupfuls into her. He might not have hair yet but he sure had jizz. She'd sat on the toilet for ten minutes before coming down to breakfast, squeezing cum out of her pussy, but she didn't think she'd managed to get rid of half of it. She was damn glad she hadn't forgotten to take her birth control pills these last few days.
"What's on your agenda this morning?" Dad said, laying down his paper and looking up. He still gave no sign of being shook up or anything. He was so cool.
"Nothing," Lois said. "I thought I'd just laze around the house, enjoy the place some before Mom gets back and turns it into a reform school again."
Dad smiled. "Funny, but that's just what I was thinking of doing. And I was thinking of doing something crazy, like watching the Saturday morning cartoons. I haven't seen cartoons in ages. Maybe you'd like to join me?" He looked expectant, and his bare toes brushed her bare toes under the table.
"Sure," Lois said. "That would be fun." She wiggled her toes in response.
If he was making a pass at her he was sure doing a good job of turning her on. Her heart beat faster and her cunt began to throbs see envisioned that big uncut cock of his sliding in her pussy. Her body flushed with heat. She'd fuck him gladly. She'd fucked her dopey kid brother last night and the world was still here. If she could fuck fat little Freddy, she would have to be crazy to turn down a real man like her father.
"I'll be in the living room," her dad said. Without looking at her again, he pushed away from the table and left the kitchen.
Lois was too wound up inside to eat another bite. She tried to calm down, realised she might be imagining things, but her dad's toes had brushed against hers, possibly accidentally, but more likely intentionally, and he'd suggested they spend the morning together, just the two of: them, something that hadn't happened in years, not since she'd been a kid. And the way he'd avoided her eyes after he'd made the suggestion was a giveaway as far as she was concerned. He was starting to get nervous.
He was waiting for her on the couch, sitting in the flickering light of the TV, the bold cartoon colours reflected on his face. The drapes were shut. Explosions went off on the TV as the coyote tried to do in the roadrunner for the millionth time.
Her dad tapped the couch seat next to him, and she sat down, she in her robe, he in his, her smooth lower legs and bare feet side by side with his hairy legs and bare feet.
"I've seen this one before," he said. "I haven't seen cartoons in a hundred years, but this one I've seen before. Hard to believe it's still around."
"Should I change the channel?"
"No, leave it on. This is a good one." He laughed as the coyote blew himself up, and Lois laughed with him.
Nothing happened at first. They sat side by side watching cartoons and her dad did nothing but laugh at the coyote's foolishness. Lois began to calm down, began to relax a little. As her heart beat slowed, so did the throbbing in her cunt. Maybe nothing was going to happen. Maybe they were just going to watch cartoons.
Her shoulders relaxed. She held herself less stiff and started to get involved in watching the cartoons herself. She was beginning to forget her dad's presence when she realised his leg was pressing against her leg. His foot was resting against her foot His arm moved up and curled lightly around her neck. His hand rested on her shoulder, the heat of it penetrating through her robe and radiating into her flesh. Her heart started to bang again. She squeezed her legs together under the robe.
Her dad stared at the TV, laughing at the cartoons as his fingers worked on her shoulder, massaging, rubbing. Slowly, he began to work her robe open. When she felt air on her naked tits, her nipples stood up, hard and tingling.
Out of the corner of her eye she glimpsed something move. It was dad's cock, standing straight up under his robe like a throbbing tent pole. He was making no effort to hide it. Lois shivered as a tremor of excitement passed through her.
"Cold?" her dad said.
It was a warm summer morning. The scent of flower blossoms floated on a sultry breeze through the house. Lois felt as if she had a fever. She was anything but cold. "A little," she said immediately.
Her dad took the blanket that was draped over the armrest of the couch and threw it over both of them. He pulled Lois closer.
"Put your feet up on the couch," he said, and when she had done so he pulled his own feet up and slid down next to her on his side so that he and Lois were lying side by side, his arm draped over her tits, his left leg over her legs. Neither of them said a word as they pretended to watch TV.
Lois tried to slow her breathing. Another tremor of excitement passed through her and she shuddered as if from a terrible chill. She was so excited she was going to die. She had never lain with a man before, only with boys, and the man she lay with now was her own father. She was melting, quivering like a mass of warm jelly.
She realised her dad was breathing as hard as she was. She felt his cock press against her leg, only their robes separating its throbbing nakedness from her own naked flesh. She closed her eyes, waiting, desiring. Take me! she thought. Fuck me!
Her dad groaned. Lois realised that he had all the desire, all the urge, that she hoped for him to have, but his sense of what was fitting held him back. Fuck what's fitting, thought Lois. The only thing I'm interested in fitting is your cock into my cunt.
She moved suddenly. She hurled her body onto his, covered his mouth with her own and shoved her tongue between his parted lips. Moaning, she began to suck his tongue, to lick his tongue with her own.
They kissed madly. His hand slipped inside her robe, fell on her silky, burning-hot tits. As he rubbed her tits and pinched her nipples, she put her arms around his neck and pulled him hard against her.
"My darling!" he moaned. "My angel!"
"Daddy!" she said. "Oh Daddy!"
They kept kissing, kept rubbing against each other as her dad rolled their close-held bodies so now he was more on top than she was. He pulled their robes open. Their flesh pressed together, her father's chest and belly against her tits and belly, her father's wet cock against her naked thigh. His hand slipped between her legs. His thick middle finger worked tip into her pussy.
"You're so wet!" he said. "My wet little girl!"
She squirmed as he kissed her, as he churned his finger inside her. She needed to rub as much of her flesh against his flesh as she could. She needed to feel his body against every inch of her body.
"Daddy!" she moaned. "Oh I want you!"
Lying together under the blanket, their robes open, they rubbed against each other, their sweat-oiled skin slipping sensuously together. Her dad's cock drooled lube on her thigh. As he moved against her, she felt his cockhead slipping in and out of its foreskin and rubbing moisture and heat into her skin.
She stroked his face. "Fuck me, Daddy. I want you to fuck me!"
She arched up, rubbing her swollen tits against him. He pulled his finger out of her. He was shaking. He shoved the wet finger in his mouth, tasting it, then shoved it in her mouth and watched her suck it clean. His cock throbbed wildly between them. He reached down, lifting up as he got into place between her legs and over her.
"Stick it in me!" she whispered. "I want it!"
He rubbed his cockhead up and down her cuntlips, which were swollen and parted. His prick-head became drenched with her pussy-juices as he worked it deeper between her throbbing cuntlips. As his fuck-knob disappeared inside her, sucked in by her furry-lipped pussy, she found herself stretched wider than she'd ever been stretched before She gasped as his cockshaft followed his cock-knob, and he buried his cock in her to the balls. They moaned with mutual ecstasy as their coupling was completed.
Lois was dazed. She managed to get her legs up around him, up under his robe with her heels pressed to his ass. She pushed her hands up under his robe and dug her fingers into his back as he began to slide his cock in and out. "Yes Daddy! Yes Daddy!"
His cock punched at the mouth of her womb, fucking her deeper than she'd ever been fucked. The thickness of his cock thrilled her as much as its length. It stretched her cuntlips deliciously. It rubbed hard against her clit, bending the swollen little fuck-bud back and forth. As it plunged, as it withdrew to plunge again, fuckjuice dribbled like hot syrup from Lois's cunt and leaked down her crotch and ass-crack.
Her dad's eyes were glazed. He rolled them as the pleasure pulsed through him. His body undulated, his loins thrusting rhythmically, his cock plunging fin and out of her cunt. He grunted as he thrust, groaned as the showers of pleasure saturated his cock and loins.
"Oh Daddy, Daddy!"
The couch groaned under their rhythmic movements. A wild wet sound clung from Lois's cunt. Their sweat-drenched bellies smacked together like huge, kissing lips. Lois's toes worked to the rhythm of her dad's ramming. Her fingernails dug into his back, clawed up and down it. She ground her heels into her dad's ass, wanting him to fuck her deeper.
"I want it!" she muttered. "I want it so bad!"
"You want me to cum?"
"Yes, oh Daddy, yes!"
Her dad humped wildly. She pressed up against him, grinding her flesh against his. "I want your jizz, Daddy, I want your jism!"
His cock flexed powerfully, shuddering. "I can't hold it! Baby, I'm gonna come!"
"Give it to me, Daddy! Squirt it up my pussy!" Lois contracted her cunt rapidly. She gazed into her dad's eyes, giving him an expression of pure lust, of pure ecstatic feeling.
"Ohhhh! Ahhhh!" Her dad jerked his head back, arched his back as he thrust between her legs, as all the energy of his body was directed through his cock. He fucked into her womb and his jism spurted. One shot after another splashed in her pussy. "Baby! Baby!"
"Jizzzz!" Lois moaned. "Yesssss!"
She clenched her teeth as she ground her pussy around and around on his cock. The feelings got hotter and hotter inside her, got tighter and tighter, got so intense that her eyes bulged. As his jism drilled her womb like hot milk, she clawed into her dad's back and tried to crush her body into his. Her body convulsed as the spasms swept through her, as the fuck-pleasure saturated her every cell.
"Daddy!" she wailed. "Dadddyyyy!"
"Take it!" her dad muttered. "Sucking pussy! Juicy sucking pussy!"
Her cunt contracted, sucking, chewing. His jism shot, filling her until it was oozing out around his plunging cock. They panted to the same rhythm, their fuck-organs contracting in unison, their flesh melting together.
As her dad's fucking slowed, as his jism-shooting slowed to oozing, she loosened her hold on him and relaxed away from him. His cock pulsed inside her like a live snake, and she gasped as a chill went through her. For a moment, she was all goosebumps and her dad felt like an oven against her. The goosebumps dissolved and she was melting again, melting into his body, melting into the couch, melting into the steamy, sex-scent air under the blanket that lay over them.
'Don't pull it out," she said. "Leave it in me a while yet."
He kissed her. "I'll leave it in you as long as you want, baby."
She sighed as she settled down on her, kissing her all over her face and neck, all over her tits. His rubbery cock pulsed slower inside her as his heartbeat slowed.
Fucking her dad was so much nicer than fucking some boy from school, she thought. Once they came, the boys couldn't yank their cocks out fast enough so they could run off and do something else. The boys were just like rutting animals. Rut and run, that's what the boys did. Her father knew how to treat a lady. He was a man, a real man. And she was his lady.
Chapter Five
She was her dad's little lady, and she couldn't get enough of him. As his cock swelled again to full hardness inside her, he began to slide it inside her again, and Lois felt his red-hot prickhead sliding in and out of its foreskin, searing the fluffy walls of her pussy.
She tried to imagine what his uncut cock looked like inside her. She remembered what it had looked like last night in the moonlight as her dad had stood over her, beating himself off. She pictured the big, moist, swollen knob as his foreskin skipped back and forth, uncovering it, then covering it again, and she found herself salivating. She was a girl who loved to suck cock, and she was dying to know what her dad's uncut prick tasted like.
She rubbed upward against her dad, licked his lips and nose. "I'd sure like to get a taste of your cock."
Her dad stared at her. "Say that again?"
"I'd sure like to give you a blowjob, Dad." She flicked her tongue between her tingling, lust-swollen lips.
"I don't believe it!' her dad muttered as if to himself. His cock swelled inside her, hardening until she could feel even its veins.
She contracted her cunt, gave her loins a wiggle, gave her dad's cock a little workout. "I mean I love fucking too, but we just did that. How about a blowjob! You like blowjobs, don't you?"
"Well, yeah, of course," he said.
He hadn't had a blowjob since he'd met Maxine. Maxine had refused to even try doing it. She said it was disgusting, filthy, sinful. She wouldn't even let him blow her. He'd been a teenager like Lois herself the last time he'd exchanged oral sex with anybody.
"Then how about it!" Lois said.
"Well, yeah, I guess. I guess so!" He lay motionless on top of her, still not quite believing.
"You've gotta pull it out before I can suck it, " Lois giggled .
"Right. Yeah right."
He laughed too, then eased his cock out of her slowly, as if he had to do it carefully. When his cock was free of her tight pussy, he threw the blanket off and kneeled up between her legs. His huge prick throbbed, dripping fuck-juices. "I'd better go wash it first," he said.
"Don't bother," Lois said. "I like my cocks after they've been dipped." She gave him a wicked, suggestive look.
She sat up, letting the robe slide off her shoulders. Still gazing seductively into her dad's eyes, she licked the dripping tip of his cock. It tasted of cum and pussy-cream. As it flexed up, it banged her in the nose.
She giggled. "Take off your robe, Dad."
As the robe slid off, she rippled her fingers down his belly. "Oh Daddy! I love these muscles! And all this sexy hair!"
She loved hairy chests and bellies, something few of the boys she made it with had. She loved to rub her smooth girl-body against hairy muscle.
"Let's go somewhere else," her dad said, glancing around uneasily. "I don't want somebody walking in on us." Now that he was naked and uncovered, he felt self-conscious and exposed.
"Mom doesn't get back till tomorrow. Freddy's out playing baseball. Relax, Dad, who's going to catch us? Besides, sex is natural."
"Yeah? Not between you and me, it isn't. I'd feel better somewhere else, like a bedroom for instance."
Lois kissed his cock. "Whatever you want, Daddy. You're the boss."
They chose Lois's bedroom upstairs. Jack didn't say it, but he couldn't imagine doing it in his and Maxine's bedroom. He'd feel almost sacrilegious doing it there. Not only that, even if he washed the sheets afterwards, Maxine would somehow detect something, a faint odour of sex perhaps, or sexual vibrations left behind in the room.
A wind ruffled the bedroom curtains, bringing the scent of flowers. Jack followed Lois through the door, his cock throbbing wildly, magnetically attracted by her gorgeous young ass. He was so dazed with lust for her that he didn't bother to close the bedroom door. He was dying to shove his cock between her legs again. He could get off easily by fucking her between her silky-smooth thighs, or between her asscheeks. He could get off easily by just grabbing her and rubbing against her. He was so turned-on by the sight of her as she walked naked into the sunshine coming in the window that he grabbed her from behind and started humping against her ass. He nuzzled under her silky blonde hair to nibble at her neck. He found her tits and squeezed them.
Lois shuddered in his arms, her shoulders and back covered with goosebumps. His cock felt like a hot-water pipe against her ass. She rubbed herself against his hairy body. A trickle of his cock-lube ran down her left asscheek.
"Stick it in me for just a second," she said. "Get it nice and gooey again. "
Jack wondered what kind of daughter he'd raised. She sounded like some of the kinky bed-totty some of the guys at work talked about having met. Married to Maxine, he'd thought these guys were putting him on, that no women actually did such kinky things, had such kinky desires, but apparently he was wrong.
He squatted slightly as he slipped his cock up into Lois's cunt from behind. The second his cock hit bottom, he started to work it inside her, to hump his belly against her ass, to fuck her with long, juicy strokes.
"Ohhhh that feels good!" Lois said. "But you've gotta take it out now, Dad, so I can give you a blowjob. Remember the blowjob?"
Hesitantly, with effort, Jack pulled his cock out of his daughter's cunt, which made a sucking sound as his cock exited. The jizz was running down her legs, was dripping from his cock and balls. Lois twisted free of his embrace and turned around.
"Oh goody!" she said. "I love 'em wet and sticky, like big wet candy-canes."
This can't be my daughter! Jack thought.
He'd always considered Lois to be a flirt, a tease, but he'd thought it was all show, all on the surface. Almost every teenage girl he saw was a flirt. He'd never dreamed that Lois actually "put out", that she actually craved cock. He wondered if all girls were like Lois. They couldn't be! Or could they?
Lois slid to her knees in front of him, a seductive smile on her face, her blonde hair shining in the sunshine. Her tits were swollen and uplifted, her nipples red and pointing out like fingertips.
"Don't move," she said. "Just stand there."
She crouched down like a kitten in front of him and began to kiss his feet, to lick his toes. Her tongue was hot and wet, like the tongue of a puppy.
I'm dreaming, Jack told himself. Then he prayed he wouldn't wake up, that he'd never wake up. He braced his hands on his hips to keep them off his cock, which throbbed wildly up and down, frosted with fuck-juices and oozing more. A strand of hot lube slipped out of his cock, dangled for a moment like a strand of spittle, then dropped on Lois's blonde head.
She looked up. "Daddy, you're such a dripper! But I like that."
Jack just shook his head.
She crouched low again and began kissing her way up his legs She rubbed her face against his hairy thighs, licked them, smooched them. She nuzzled his balls.
"Spread your legs a little," she said.
She licked his balls, nuzzled between his legs. She kissed his nuts, sucked them into her mouth one at a time and tongued them. He held his breath, expecting her to hurt him, but she knew how to handle the sensitive balls of a man. She was experienced. As each of his balls slipped out of her mouth, wet with her saliva, he moaned. She could go on sucking his nuts all day. He'd never realised getting his nuts sucked could feel so good.
She grabbed his cock at the base, her fingers in his pubic hair. As she gripped his cock tightly, it swelled so large that its veins looked like they'd burst. Its foreskin retracted completely off his cockhead, which looked like a huge ripe plum. Fuck-lube dripped from its gaping piss-hole.
Lois milked the lower part of his cockshaft, trying to squeeze more salty-sweet lube out of it. She loved the taste of anything that came out of a cock . She began to lick her dad's cock, to lick the cum off it, which was smeared all over it like frosting. She knew she was tasting not only her dad's cum, but Freddy's cum as well. And the cum was flavoured with her own tart pussy-juices. It was delicious.
As she licked her dad's cock she wondered if she should tell her dad that she'd been awake last night when he'd come into her room. She wondered if he'd be shocked. He seemed a little shocked over some of the things she'd said and done so far. She must remember that an older man like him might not be quite as sexually liberated as a modern teenager like herself, especially when dealing with the kinkier aspects of sex.
Just like a kitten, Jack thought, watching his daughter's pink tongue flicking up and down and all over his cock. Now he knew where the expression "sex-kitten"' came from, and he knew truly what the expression meant. The expression perfectly described a girl like his daughter, a hungry little cocksucker like Lois.
"I love all this skin," Lois said. She worked his foreskin up and down on his cock, turned on by how it slipped snugly over his cockhead like a rubber, then slipped back again easily to reveal the moist, steaming headmeat underneath. She pulled the skin down tight so she could taste all of its wet surface with her flapping tongue, so she could kiss and lick and suck his cockhead.
His cockhead had a musky flavour that she'd tasted faintly on a few cocks before, but never this strong. Maybe the potency of the taste came from her dad's being a man. A man must taste stronger than a boy.
She cooed as she munched her dad's succulent cock-knob, as she sucked and licked all around the upper part of his cockshaft with his foreskin pulled down tight. The flavour and aroma made her dizzy, made her drunk, made her drool and want to suck and suck.
"Oh Christ!" Jack could hardly stand up due to the shaking of his legs. He felt himself melting, felt his strength going as the fuck sensations saturated his cock and loins, as they spread throughout his body.
"Why don't you lie down, Daddy? Relax while I do it. You'll enjoy it more."
His cock wagged as Lois led him by the hand : to the bed. His rampant fucker felt as if it weighed ten pounds, felt as if it were made of lead. As he put one knee on the mattress of the unmade bed, Lois slipped behind him and told him to wait. "Hold it just like that," she said; "I heard you showering. I wanna eat out your ass quick."
"Jesus fucking Christ!"
Jack wasn't in the habit of swearing, at least, not when he knew somebody was listening, but he couldn't help himself now. Lois was a girl he'd never known before. She'd grown up under the same roof with him, he was her father, but he'd never really known her until now. He felt like asking her when she'd started eating ass, but all he could do was swear again.
"Jesus Christ!"
Lois spread her dad's muscular asscheeks. His ass-crack was hairy and brownish. He had a big juicy ass-pucker that made her heart beat wildly when she saw it. She loved the taste of a guy's ass, had been eating guys out since that time the captain of the football team had sat on her face in the bushes at the park and had suggested she stick her tongue up it.
It seemed fair. He was doing it to her.
Her tongue dripped as it flapped, slithering up and down her dad's sweaty ass-crack. She concentrated on licking his ass-pucker, on getting it good and wet, on teasing it until she felt it begin to relax. Her tongue slipped up it easily, as if sucked inside by a mouth.
"Oh God!" Jack found himself gasping. He grabbed his cock and started pumping it. He'd never felt anything like this before. He knew he'd be just as happy blowing his nuts as his daughter licked out his asshole as she would be doing anything else with her. Cock-juice dripped on the mattress as he jerked the foreskin up and down his cock. His nuts swelled and tightened. Lois's tongue felt like an electric worm in his asshole.
Lois licked deep, until the roots of her tongue ached. She wished her tongue were a foot long. She flicked her tongue, pistoned it, twisted it this way and that. Her dad's asshole responded by contracting, by massaging her: tongue. She felt something swelling in his asshole and she knew if she jabbed her tongue at it a few times, her dad would be shooting off jizz all over the mattress.
Some guys got off on masturbating while a girl tongue-fucked their asshole - guys like that football captain, and maybe her father too but Lois hated to see good jizz wasted. She slipped her tongue out and grabbed her dad's arm.
"Stop that and lie down," she said. "I promised you a blowjob, remember?"
He did as she told him, and Lois took pleasure in her feeling of being in control. Until today she'd taken all the orders from her dad. Right now she was giving the orders. Her dad's unquestioning obedience made her smile.
She had him lie across the bed instead of along its length, with his hips at the edge of the mattress, his legs hanging off, and his feet resting on the floor. Lois kneeled between his legs, pressing on his inner thighs so he'd spread his legs wider and she could see the sweaty meat under his balls. His cock pulsed against his belly, pointing up at his chin, the tip of it pecking a few inches past his navel. It was a big cock, but from Lois's vantage point it looked more enormous than she'd ever seen it.
"I'm gonna blow this big thing, Daddy." She was salivating, her words juicy. "I'm gonna suck on it till it shoots."
Her dad moaned as she lifted his cock, her small fingers half encircling its thick shaft. As the lube bubbled out and dribbled down, she licked it off his cockshaft, off her thumb. She kissed and tongued her dad's balls to get him as teased-up and hot as she could before she went to work in earnest on his prick-meat and made him come. She wanted to make him squirm and groan. She knew that the more she tease-tortured him now, the better he'd feel when he came. She'd had a lot of experience sucking prick.
"Suck my cock!" he moaned. "Oh God, baby, suck it!"
"Yes, Daddy," Lois said. "Mmmm, I love a big hot prick!" With her burning, lust-puffy lips, she began to nibble.
She drooled, keeping her lips wet. Her tongue flicked. She concentrated on the edges of his cockhead, on the sensitive strand of tissue on the back of the shaft just below his cockhead.
Her dad's prick wiggled and flexed as she held it tight at the base of his cockshaft. He twisted his head from side to side, rubbed his ass against the mattress, curled his toes against the hard wood floor. His hands came down on her head. "Put it in your mouth! Suck it"
She giggled as he pushed her head this way and that, as his wet cock rubbed all over her cheeks and lips, as it rubbed on her forehead and in her eyes.
"Suck it! Please!"
She began to lick his cock with big wide strokes, lapping like a dog from his balls to his prick-tip, tickling the most sensitive parts of it with her tongue-tip. His balls danced in their hairy sac. His cock-lube bubbled from his cock as if from a fountain, and she lapped it up hungrily, cooing.
"Mmmmm!" Lois rubbed her tip-tilted nose up the length of his cockshaft, up the pleasure strand, up the back of his cockhead. Prick-lube oozed into her nostrils. Her lips parted.
She sucked his cock-tip. Her lips parted wider as they slid down, stretched like rubber bands as she took his cock-knob in her mouth, and nearly split as they rippled down his veiny fuck-shaft and his cock-knob slipped into her throat. Her throat relaxed as she forced her lips down until they were buried in her dad's pubic hair.
Her dad's fingers wrapped in her hair, massaging her scalp, pressing down. He moaned deliriously, grinding his cock in her throat. "Oh man, oh Jesus God!"
He'd never felt anything so incredibly hot and soft as his daughter's mouth and throat around his cock. He couldn't believe she'd swallowed the whole thing. It didn't seem possible. Even when he'd been in high school the girls hadn't been able to swallow more than his fuck-knob and a few inches of shaft - but now his cock was even bigger than it had been in high school, and Lois was sucking the whole thing!
Lois worked her tongue in circles as she began to move her head up and down. Her spit drenched her dad's cock, running down over his balls, which she caressed and massaged. His prick swelled and flexed in her mouth. His balls throbbed in her hand. As her head slowly bobbed, as her lips smacked and sucking noises came from her mouth, she shoved her right hand between her legs and slipped a finger between her swollen pussy-lips.
She was leaking even more fuck-juice than her dad. As her pussy throbbed, it dribbled lube like hot spit. Her cunt juices ran down her plunging finger and dripped from her hand. Juice began to trickle down the insides of her thighs. She squirmed, squeezing her legs together, rubbing her tits against the side of the mattress.
"Oh baby, suck that cock!" her dad whispered. "You do it so good, baby, oh Jesus!"
He caressed her feverish red cheeks, stroked her silky blonde head. He wished he could sit up and kiss her, but then she'd have to interrupt his blowjob and he couldn't stand any interruptions. He needed to come, needed to shoot his steaming load down his daughter's throat.
Her head bobbing, her tongue churning and slithering, she began to rub her dad's hot, sweaty crotch. She rubbed all around his balls, worked her hand down under his ass. Her middle finger slipped between his asscheeks, found his swollen ass-pucker and probed the opening. It took only a few wiggles of her finger before she'd buried the stiff digit up his asshole to the hilt. Both his asshole and her cunt contracted simultaneously
"Awwww mannn!"
Her dad arched up, writhing. His toes curled against the floor. As she jabbed her finger in and out of him, fucking his asshole, rubbing at his throbbing prostate, his prick quivered and bucked, pumping lube down her throat as if it were cum. "Do it'" he gasped "Fuck it!"
"Mmmmmm, mmmmmm!" Lois growled, sucking hard and fast, jerking her head up and down almost as rapidly as she was fingerfucking herself. As the fuck tension mounted in her loins, she could sense the fuck tension growing in her father's cock, in his balls, in his asshole. As his asshole tightened, swelling inside, so did her cunt tighter and swell. As his cock quivered and contracted, so did the walls of her cunt.
Her dad started to stroke his hairy belly, rubbing circles all over it. His eyes were half-closed only the glazed whites of them visible. His nipples were standing up as hard as her nipples. His prostate ballooned against her sliding finger. He started to gasp.
"Oh God, oh Jesus!" He arched up, ramming his cock in her throat.
She jabbed her stiff finger at his prostate, and sucked his cock fiercely. The middle finger of her right hand pistoned between the sucking lips of her pussy, punching in and out of the sizzling mouth of her cunt. She could sense her dad's jism on the way, could sense his exquisite pleasure, and she rubbed her clit in just the right way to bring her own pleasure to a climax.
"Uhhhh! Awwwww!" Her dad exploded into her mouth, nearly blowing her head off. His body jerked up and down as if he had an electric current pulsing up his asshole.
Lois sucked, swallowed, her sense saturated with the potent scent and taste of male spunk. Her mind spun, every cell of her body prickling and alive. As the second round of her dad's jism burst into her throat, the first orgasmic spasms swept through her pussy, through her asshole and loins. As her pussy clamped rhythmically around her jabbing right finger, her dad's asshole clutched at her jabbing left finger. Fuck sensation passed in waves through her arms, through her legs, up her spine and through her tits. She sucked and swallowed and groaned, her eyes rolled back in ecstasy.
Jack dug his fingers into his daughter's warm scalp. He gazed at her pleasure-contorted face, watched his pulsating cock sliding between her hard-sucking lips, saw her pretty throat swell and contract as his cock plunged inside it and she swallowed his cum. The feel of her hot mouth around his spasming prick was almost more than he could stand. Her tongue flicked at the most sensitive, pleasure-raw parts of his cock, torturing him until he wanted to scream.
"Eat my cum!" he wailed. "Awwww, suck it out!"
Her dad just kept coming. Even after the contractions had slowed in her own loins, her dad's cock kept flexing and oozing jizz. She slipped her fingers out of his asshole and out of her cunt, and she laid her hands on his belly, caressing his undulating abdominal muscles as she sucked the last tasty drops of jism out of his cock.
"Baby!" he groaned. "Beautiful cocksucking baby!"
Chapter Six
Maxine woke up with a splitting headache. She lay in a shambles of sheets and blankets, and the sheet under her ass was wet and sticky. She groaned, rolling over to look for her watch on the nightstand. It was eleven o'clock, four hours past her usual time to get up.
She was a total mess. She felt as if she'd been knocked out in a brawl and had just regained consciousness. She rummaged in her purse, found the bottle of Tylenol she always carried in case of one of her frequent headaches, and gulped down two capsules without water. Then she rolled back, closed her eyes, and tried to sort things out.
She was in a hotel room, so it was obvious she was still away from home at the Bible conference. The rally in the stadium had been last evening, hadn't it? It had, unless she'd slept through an entire day and night without knowing she had. She recalled that she and Reverend Salivar had dined late last evening with Reverend Baker - at least she thought they had. Right now she wasn't quite sure of anything.
It seemed an outrageous idea that she had dined at Reverend Baker's personal table. What seemed even more outrageous, even more impossible, is what she remembered as having happened later, up in Reverend Baker's suite.
"I dreamed it all," she mumbled to herself.
She was crazy to think that anything so impossible had actually happened. What undoubtedly had happened is that she'd gotten so intoxicated during dinner that she'd suffered a memory blackout, that somehow she'd made it up here to her room and into bed, and then she'd dreamed the entire unbelievable happening.
That teenage girl who so resembled Lois had been at the dinner table, but Maxine was sure that that was the only place the girl had been. Maxine had dined with the two reverends and the girl, had accepted too many drinks, and in her drunken dreams she'd imagined all kinds of shocking and completely unbelievable things.
Undoubtedly her unconscious mind had stored up all kinds of lurid and filthy suggestions and images due to too much TV watching. There was nothing but sex, sex, and more sex on TV these days - enough to taint the mind of even a righteous woman like herself. She must start being more selective in the TV programs she watched.
She felt fluid trickle from her cunt and she winced squeamishly. What had she done, wet the bed in her sleep? Lost control of her bladder in her drunken stupor? The mattress under her ass was wet and cold, too disgusting to investigate any further. Here she lay in her hotel bed like some wino in the gutter. She hadn't even bothered to put on her nightgown when she'd come to bed. A fine representative of First Baptist Church she was!
The Tylenol began to take effect. As her headache throbbed less painfully, she relaxed and tried to stop thinking entirely. She was successful. Soon she felt her eyes sinking into her skull and she dozed off.
She woke what seemed like hours later but when she checked her watch she saw that she'd slept only forty minutes. It would soon be noon and she knew she had to get up. Her headache was gone but her bladder felt like a balloon ready to burst. She struggled out of bed and ran to the bathroom without bothering to put on her robe. She made it just in time.
As her piss gushed into the toilet like Niagara Falls, she moaned out loud. Such relief! Such blessed relief!
She stood up. The bathroom was a typical hotel bathroom, mirrors on every wall. No matter where she looked, there was naked Maxine.
She couldn't remember when she'd last looked at herself naked. It was something she usually avoided doing. As she studied herself, she was surprised to see that her tits looked larger than she remembered them. They appeared to be swollen, her cherries tight with bumps, her nipples pointed. Gingerly, she squeezed her tits, testing their firmness.
Her cunt contracted and began to pulse inside. She felt a warm, sticky fluid ooze from between her pussy-lips and trickle down her legs. Part of her mind said I know that's not coming out of my bladder, it's coming from somewhere else, but her conscious mind refused to carry the thought further. What's happening to me? she asked herself. What in God's name is happening to me?
She refused to look down, refused to inspect the sticky fluid dribbling out of her. She closed her eyes, trying not to think, trying to make the sexy feelings in her loins go away.
She hadn't felt like this since she'd been a teenage girl, a wicked, sinful teenage girl. But she'd been saved since that time, she'd been born again, and the perverted desire to pleasure herself with her fingers hadn't bothered her in all these years. Why was this perverted desire tormenting her now? What was happening?
She took several deep breaths, held herself still and tense, kept her eyes closed and tried to think of all the things she had to do today. Let's see, there was a rally this afternoon at three. Then she and Reverend Salivar would be driving back home this evening after the rally. Thank God she didn't have to spend another night in this wicked hotel room!
Undoubtedly it was being away from home and sleeping in a strange bed - a bed that had probably seen God-knows-what sinfulness - that had corrupted her mind like this. The sooner she got out of his hotel and out of this wicked city and back home where she belonged, the better.
She opened her eyes and took one look at herself. The sight once more of her wicked nakedness was enough to make her lose control once more.
"Yes!" she whispered, grinding her fingers between her legs, wiggling her ass as if she were being fucked from behind.
She squeezed and rubbed her tits with her free hand. She rubbed her feet together. Her inner thighs, oiled with fluids from her cunt, slipped together stickily.
The smell of hot cunt filled the bathroom. Maxine watched herself in the mirror, turned on by the sight of her nakedness, by the sight of her solo debauchery. The sound of her fingers squishing in her pussy added to her excitement. Itchy, hot feelings saturated her cunt, filled her loins and belly, flowed through the core of her legs, made her toes prickle.
"Oh yes!" she moaned, fucking herself, groping her tits, shimmying her legs together. "Yes, mmm!"
Her tits wobbled as she gyrated her ass. Her tongue flicked between her lips as she got more and more turned on. She squeezed her legs together rhythmically, moaning as the feelings pulsed through her loins.
"Come!" she whispered. "Mmn, I wanna come!"
She plunged her fingers wildly, whipping up the juices inside her until they foamed. She rubbed her thumb against her clit, bending it back and forth, torturing it with rotary motions until the sensations whirled to a head inside her and exploded.
"Ohhhhh, oooooh!"
She clutched at her spasming pussy as the hot juices gushed down her legs and her body writhed convulsively. As she came, she gazed at herself in the mirror through tear-moist eyes. Her legs turned so rubbery that she had to brace her hand against the vanity to keep from falling over.
What's the matter with me? she thought. This room must contain more sinful emanations than I'd have thought possible! Still reeling from her orgasm, whimpering as the last spasms flickered inside her, quickly she turned on the shower, stepped into it, let the warm water wash her sin away from her in the same way that it was washing away the stickiness, the fluids that she was bespattered with. She took the telephone shower off its cradle and aimed it up into her cunt, shivering as the delicious shock of the water washing her clean at the same time started fresh juices oozing out.
She heard noises outside the bathroom. She heard footsteps. She grabbed a bath towel and wrapped it around herself. In her haste, she'd taken the small towel. She managed to cover her tits and belly, but her loins and pussy remained exposed. As she was reaching for another towel to wrap around her hips, the bathroom door was flung wide open and two hulking men in gray suits stuck their heads inside.
Maxine was too shocked to do anything but gawk at them open-mouthed. The men glanced at her as if she were just another object in the room, another toilet or mirror, then looked right through her and searched the room with their eyes. They glanced at each other and nodded, then turned away.
"All clear, boss," one of the men said. "Nobody here but the lady of the house."
"Wait outside, " said a voice, which Maxine recognised immediately. A moment later, the owner of the voice stuck his head into the bathroom.
"Good morning," said Reverend Teddy Baker. He looked her up and down. "My my, what have we here?"
Maxine could hardly speak. "How'd you get in?" she finally managed to stammer.
"Key, my dear. You don't think I'd break and enter, do you? At least, not a door. Your good Reverend Salivar loaned it to me."
"Reverend Salivar has a key to my room!"
"Reverend Salivar has a key to my room!" he mimicked in high falsetto. "Don't play dumb with me, my dear, I don't go for the dumb blonde routine. In fact, I generally don't go for anything over nineteen. Heaven knows what I'm doing here! Well, actually, Heaven does know. I was impressed by your enthusiasm as you sat spiked on Elijah's cock last night."
He reached forward and yanked the towel away from Maxine's tits. He began to grope her.
Maxine was too stunned to say or do anything.
"I must say, there's something to be said for mature tits," Reverend Baker said. He squeezed her tits until they formed tight mounds, then licked each of her nipples.
Maxine felt a flutter of electric butterflies in her cunt. She closed her eyes, panting, starting to shake. The reverend slid his hands down her back and pinched her asscheeks hard enough to make her gasp.
"And there is definitely something to be said for mature ass. I must be here because I'm in the mood for a little variety this morning. Lord knows, it's not because I'm hard-up. I can have my pick of the young girls - any girl, any day, anytime. I can have their delicious little morsels served to me on a silver platter if I wish it. Turn around, my dear, let's see what kind of morsels you have to offer."
Maxine turned around, presenting Reverend Baker with her naked ass. She felt surprisingly calm. Her initial shock had given way to a sense of resignation, even peace. Reverend Baker's voice had a hypnotic, soothing affect on her.
"Spread your legs," the reverend said, and Maxine obeyed. He sniffed the air. "What have you been doing in here, darling, sinning with yourself "
"Reverend Baker, I - "
"Hush!" the reverend said. "Women and children should be seen, not heard. " He stroked her ass. "My memory about last night was right. You do have an exceptional ass."
Last night, Maxine thought. Last night. Could last night have been more than a dream?
Reverend Baker's white shirt fell to the floor followed by his undershirt. His gray dress pants were unzipped, his belt unbuckled. His pants were dropped on the floor, along with his boxer shorts.
Looking sideways into the mirror, Maxine could see Reverend Baker standing naked behind her. His cock dangled under his bulbous paunch. He dropped to his knees. " Bend over!" he said.
Thinking, am I mad to simply do what I'm told? Maxine leaned forward, bracing her hands on her knees. Reverend Baker pressed on her asscheeks and spread them, inspecting the moist ass-meat between them.
"An exceptional ass!" he said. "Yes indeed!" He leaned close and sniffed. "And virgin, I'll warrant."
Maxine nodded. She couldn't speak. Her heart thumped. She felt pulse-beats all through her body, including in her loins, and her pussy began to dribble fuck-juice. She watched in the mirror as the reverend continued sniffing her ass, his nose almost touching her asshole. He looked like a man getting high on some inhalant drug. Suddenly, he was getting up again, huffing and puffing. His cock no longer dangled, but it stood out stiff and straight.
"Don't straighten up!" he said." Stay bent over like a good little slut." He groped between her legs, working his hand between her cuntlips and drenching it with pussy-cream.
"Filthy bitch!" he muttered. "Whore of Babylon! Jezebel slut!" He rubbed pussy-cream all over his cock. He leaned forward and drooled spit down her ass-crack.
Maxine watched everything in the mirror. It was the ugliest display of depravity she had ever witnessed, especially ugly because of who was performing it - the Reverend Teddy Baker himself, the most righteous of the righteous, top general in God's army, a personal friend of the President! She could not believe this was happening to her.
Though it had to be admitted, despite her disgust and indignation, she felt fortunate to be so chosen. At this moment she was the chosen concubine of Reverend Teddy Baker. At this moment she was the luckiest woman in the world. Her disgust transformed itself to desire, to lust, to pleasure
The reverend grabbed her hips and held her steady as he drove his spike-like cock between her asscheeks. It strained against her ass-pucker like a hot poker
"Oh!" Maxine gasped. "Reverend. I - "
"Shut up!" ordered the fat man. "Keep your mouth shut!"
Grunting, rotating his hips, he fucked the head of his cock into the opening of her asshole. To Maxine it felt like a glowing ember being forced into her. She gasped repeatedly.
" Jezebel!" the reverend growled. "Harlot!"
Having anchored his cockhead in her, he thrust with all his might. His cock disappeared up her asshole. Immediately, he began to hump, to fuck his cock in and out. "Jezebel! Whore of Babylon! Sodomised slut!"
Maxine panted like a woman giving birth. The reverend's fuck-spike seared the walls of her asshole, stretching them mercilessly, reaming them out. It felt like a hot poker being worked in and out of her asshole. She kept gasping and grunting, biting her lips, twisting her head from side to side. The reverend had a tight grip on her hips, his fingernails nearly cutting through her skin. In and out, his cock rammed, buggering her, fucking her asshole the same way it had buggered the teenager's asshole last night.
Last night, Maxine thought. Last night had been no dream. This was no dream. She was being ass-fucked by the Reverend Teddy Baker just as the girl last night had been sodomised by him. The Reverend Baker's cock was a firebrand, the firebrand of God.
As the realisation of these things hit her, Maxine's pain transformed to pleasure. It was a joy to be seared by the holy fires of Reverend Baker's righteous cock. It was a pleasure she would never forget, a pleasure she would never get enough of.
"Vixen slut!" the reverend muttered, his belly smacking Maxine's ass, his rigid cock plunging up her asshole again and again. "Shit-hole of Satan!"
"Yes!" Maxine gasped, unable to contain her words. "Oh God yes!"
She had her right hand between her legs. As Reverend Baker buggered her, she masturbated her throbbing pussy.
"How dare you call upon God, you godless slut, you scum of the earth!" The reverend brought his right hand viciously down on her buttock.
Maxine shrieked as the pain of the slap spread through her flesh like fire. She blubbered as the reverend pinched her asscheeks and ordered her to shut up.
"Temptress!" Reverend Baker shouted. "Vile tool of Satan! I will purge the evil from your hell-pit!"
He rammed with all his strength, fucking her again and again, knifing his cock to the depths of her asshole.
Maxine's head snapped back with each savage thrust of the fat man. He didn't have a particularly large cock - it was small compared to her husband's - but it was hot and rigid and pointed, and each of its thrusts delivered a shot of fuck sensation into her loins that made her chew her lips and curl her toes.
It felt wonderful! Even the things Reverend Baker did to hurt her felt marvellous!
She plunged the bunched-up fingers of her right hand in and out of her pussy. The fuck-itch swarmed in her loins, saturating her asshole and cunt, spreading fuck-itch to every part of her body
"Fuck meeee!" she whined. "Fuck meeeee!"
"Oh!" the reverend gasped. "Lord Jeeesus!" Humping her like a bull, he wrapped his arms around her and started squeezing her tits. "Udders of Satan! Godless vixen!"
"Yes!" Maxine hissed, grinding her asshole on his cock. Her eyes almost popped out as he mauled her tits, pinching and twisting on her nipples. She rammed her fingers in and out of her cunt, felt pussy-juice running down her legs like hot syrup, felt her asshole contracting with each twist the reverend gave to her nipples. "Yesssssss!"
"Uhhh!" Reverend Baker clung to her waist as the jism uncoiled in his nuts and streamed through the core of his flexing cock. "Ahhhh!"
Maxine was in heaven. The molten spurts from Reverend Baker's balls drilled her asshole like tongues of flame. His cock jumped inside her like a snake. With four fingers buried in her pussy, she squeezed her crotch, trying to wring it out as if it were a sponge. The fuck sensation mounted and thickened in her loins until she wanted to scream.
As Reverend Baker bucked against her ass, knifing his cock inside her, fucking jism up her asshole, the fuck pleasure reached a head in Maxine's loins and burst like the juice from an over-ripe fruit. "Ohhhh yesssssss!" she wailed. "Oh yesss, fuck meeee!"
"Unholy bitch! Ohhh Jeeeeeeesus!" The reverend's eyes bulged as Maxine's spasming asshole gnawed his spurting cock. He panted as if he were having a heart attack and collapsed against her with all his weight.
She couldn't hold him. Just as the girl last night had collapsed, Maxine folded under the reverend's rutting bulk. She fell against the cool tile of the bathroom floor as the sweating flesh of the reverend covered her. She lay under him, unable to move anything but her fingers and toes as the spasms swept through her body and Reverend Baker pumped cum up her asshole.
It felt so good! Lying helpless under the righteous man of God, she imagined herself a sacrificial virgin.
The reverend's cock pulsed inside her and she moaned ecstatically.
Chapter Seven
Freddy faked a belly-ache and left the game in the third inning. The coach told him to go home and get some rest. He was going home, all right, but he wasn't going to get any rest, not with his cock in the state it was in.
On the way home he stopped in two public restrooms to rub his unruly cylinder of hard cock-meat. It had never looked so big, had never felt so heavy and hot, or so slick. His sister's dried pussy-cream still covered every inch of it. He could smell her pussy on his cock too. He was never going to wash his cock again, not as long as he lived.
He could have jacked off in the restrooms, but he didn't, because he wanted to save his jizz. Dad always played golf on Saturdays, and with no reason to get up, Lois might still be sleeping. He might be able to fuck her just one more time before she woke up.
As he trotted along, he tried not to think too much about how he'd fucked her last night, or about how he might get to fuck her again this morning. If his imagination and memory got too worked up, he'd be yanking his stiff pecker out of his baseball pants right here in the street and blowing a load against some passing car. That's how horny he was - horny enough to jack off on some passing car and not care who saw him.
As he walked up the front sidewalk, he saw that the living room drapes were still shut, a positive sign. There was a good chance Lois was still having sweet dreams up in her bedroom. It would be just him and Lois alone together in the house. Even if she woke up while he was sticking her, even if she started screaming, there would be nobody to hear her. He'd keep fucking her even if she woke up and screamed, and by the time he got done with her she'd be begging for more.
As he slipped quietly in the front door, he was almost wishing that Lois would wake up while he was fucking her, that she would scream and resist him. He'd show her a thing or two. When his cock was hard as a stone, he always felt strong enough to do anything, to handle any situation.
With the drapes pulled, the living room looked dark. After being out in the bright sunshine, he could hardly see anything. He didn't hear a sound in the house, another good sign. Lois had to be still asleep.
He shucked off his shoes and socks, pulled off his baseball jersey, enjoying the feel of the air on his sweaty skin. He went directly to the stairs and began to climb quietly, on tiptoe. Half way up, he paused to unbutton the fly of his baseball pants. It was a struggle, but he managed finally to extract his rampant cock from the elastic pouch of his jockstrap and to pull it out of his pants.
He rubbed his sweaty fuck-rod. The smell of cunt hit him instantly. His sister's dried juices on his cock made it feel slick as teflon. A few drops of lube dribbled from his piss-hole.
Holding onto the banister with his left hand, he slowly massaged his cock, contracting his asscheeks and slowly thrusting as his hand moved. The heat and fuck-itch shooting through his teenage cock got him dizzy and dazed. He started to sway dangerously and had to force himself to stop.
Stick it to your sister, he had to tell himself, repeating it over and over. Fuck your sister, not your hand. She's waiting up there, waiting for you to fuck her!
Letting go of his cock, he resumed climbing the stairs. His cock wagged from side to side, dripping lube. His mind and all the good feelings in his body seemed to be concentrated in his cock. His cock led him on, pulling his body along behind it.
And then he stopped, stopped as if his cock had run into a wall of flame. He heard his father's unmistakable voice.
From Lois's room. But he was supposed to be playing golf!
Very cautiously, Freddy tiptoed forward and peered.
Lois was stretched luxuriously on the bed, pushing her arms high above her head, stretching her legs out long and pointing her toes. She was lying in the exact spot her dad had been lying on when she'd given him the blowjob - across the bed instead of along the length of it, with her ass at the edge of the mattress and her legs hanging off. Her legs were spread and her feet rested on the floor.
"Daddy, nobody's ever made me feel so good!"
Her dad grunted. His breathing sounded like a bellows. He was too busy licking her young flesh to say a word.
"Ohh yesss, Daddy, yessss!"
Lois spread her legs even wider, opening herself up completely for the man. His jizz was leaking out of her cunt, but he didn't seem to mind. He licked her fuck-hole as if it was oozing honey.
Lois tingled all over. She had never been pleasured like this before. Her dad knelt before her, worshipping her, licking every inch of her body, inside and out. He had licked her from toes to forehead twice already The entire front of her body was moist with his saliva. His tongue had lingered on her crotch and made her come twice. Now he was starting over, starting again with her toes. He would lick her all over and make her come again. He could keep licking her all day if he wanted to. He could keep licking her forever, and she would just come and come and come. She came so easily while being licked.
"Suck my toes, Daddy! Oh yes, that's so good! It makes my pussy tingle when you suck my toes. Ooooh yessss!"
Kneeling on the hardwood floor, his ass resting on his heels, her dad brought both her feet together so he could suck the toes of both feet simultaneously. His cock stood straight up in the air, as large and dense and hard as a billy-club. It was so hard that his foreskin was pulled down tight along his cockshaft and it could have passed as a circumcised cock.
Lois wiggled her pink toes in her dad's mouth. His spit ran down her feet. He looked into her eyes as he munched on her toes, and she gazed seductively back into his. She licked her lips, pushed her right hand down between her legs, slipped a finger up her pussy and showed him herself masturbating.
She'd learned that guys loved to watch a girl masturbate. She'd jerked off for him twice already this morning, and his eyes had nearly popped out as he'd watched.
"Did you really come?" he'd asked her after the first time.
"Of course," she'd said.
"But you've already come a half dozen times in the last hour!"
"What's so great about that?" she'd said, and she'd jerked off for him again as he'd watched incredulously. "I can come anytime I want. I can come again right now if I want to."
Her dad had just shaken his head, astounded by her youthful female abilities.
"You wicked little wench," he mumbled now around her toes.
She was the sexiest little thing he'd ever seen in his life, and he knew he would gladly and willingly spend the rest of his life watching her and playing with her, if such a thing were possible.
He wondered if there was any country in this world where fathers were allowed to marry their daughters. If there was such a country, he'd go live there and take Lois along with him.
"Ooh Daddy, eat my toes!"
Lois didn't care how long he chewed and sucked on her feet before licking his way up her legs. His hot lips around her toes, his slithering wet tongue, sent delicious sensations through her body that made her moan and squirm and beat off wildly. She hoped to get off again before he moved up to suck on her crotch. Her hand pumped between her legs.
"Eeeeeeeeh!" she squealed. "Keep licking, Daddy, keep sucking my toes! Oooooh!"
Her eyes were trained on her father's red face, on his mouth stuffed with her toes, when she detected movement beyond her father's head. Something had come into view in the doorway, then had pulled back out of sight, or so she thought.
She watched the doorway. A moment later, a bushy-haired head and set of eyes appeared. It was Freddy.
She wondered how long he'd been out there spying on her and Dad. She stared straight at him. The boy realised he'd been discovered, and he stared straight back.
Lois was surprised, but not really shocked to see Freddy. After all, she'd known for a long time that her kid brother was a horny Peeping Tom. And after what he'd done last night, nothing he ever did again could shock her.
As he stepped fully into view, she was not at all surprised to see his cock out of his pants and in his hand.
Freddy himself was trembling. The sight of his naked father on his knees in front of his naked sister and sucking on her toes was the hottest thing he'd ever seen in his life. He couldn't believe it. Even more unbelievable was the way Lois was looking at him, as if she wasn't shocked at all by his presence, as if she'd been expecting him all along and was even glad to see him.
His hands undid the snaps that held up his baseball pants. The pants dropped to the floor. Clumsily, he managed to pull off his jockstrap. He straightened up, standing stark-naked in the doorway, showing his sister all of himself.
Lois looked pleased. She pulled her finger out of her cunt and motioned with it for Freddy to come into the room.
"Dad," she said, "we've got company."
"What the - " Her dad dropped her feet and fell on his ass as he tried to look behind him.
"It's just Freddy, Dad."
"Jesus!" her dad said when he spotted the naked boy.
"Don't mind him, Dad, he just wants a blowjob."
"Jesus Christ!" her dad said, staring at the boy as if Freddy were a complete stranger. He turned back to Lois. "You mean you and him - get it on!"
"Of course," Lois lied. "All the time."
Freddy frowned. He didn't know what was going on.
"I do it with you, Dad," Lois said, "so why shouldn't I do it with him? You're my daddy, he's my brother. So what? Come on in, brother, don't be shy." She opened her mouth and let her tongue dangle and drip as she eyed her brother's cock.
Freddy's stiff cock was drawn like a magnet toward his sister's wet mouth. He didn't care that his father was watching him. He didn't care what his dad thought of him or what his dad might do to him later on. Only one thing mattered in his life right now, and that was sticking his cock down his sister's hot wet throat.
He ignored his father's incredulous frown and moved toward the bed, his cock jutting up at an acute angle and wagging like an excited tail.
"Mmn, let me at it!"
Lois grabbed her brother's cock and pulled him over her until he was straddling her neck and sitting on her tits. She squeezed his cock at the base of his prick-shaft, watching his cockhead swell like a purple plum and its veins bulge. Fuck-lube dripped from the gaping piss-hole and fell in her mouth. She could smell cunt on the boy's cock. She could smell cunt on his hairless, sweat-moist balls too, and she started to lick them.
Freddy was in heaven. He'd dreamed about this - a girl licking his balls, a girl playing with his cock. He felt Lois's hot tits under his asscheeks like spongy pillows. He felt her nipples pressing into his ass-flesh like hot fingers. He became so lost in his pleasure that he completely forgot that his father was kneeling on the floor behind him and watching everything.
Jack's mind was in a whirl. He knew he should be outraged over the sight before him, knew he should put a stop to it this instant, but he felt more excitement than outrage. So Lois and Freddy had been making it! He wondered for how long. He wondered when Lois had first seduced the boy - Lois had to have been the one to make the first move, the wanton, the wonderful little sex-fiend.
How could he ever get angry over anything she ever did. He worshipped her. He would die for her if she demanded it. He was her slave. Anything she did was all right with him.
He suddenly remembered that he was neglecting his duty. He pushed apart her legs and kneeled up between them. Lowering his head, he planted his mouth over the mouth of her cunt. He used his thumbs to hold her spongy blonde cuntlips apart. The succulent, throbbing pink meat of her inner cunt burned his mouth. Her clit twitched against his upper lip Her toes clawed at the floor as he kissed and licked and sucked.
"Eat me, Daddy! Eat me!" she mumbled, her mouth full of sibling flesh.
Slurping, sucking, guzzling, her dad stuck his tongue up her cunt. His tongue worked in circles, tasting, reaming.
Lois groaned. delirious with pleasure. As her dad's tongue wiggled inside her, her own tongue wiggled under her brother's sweaty nuts. She would give the boy's balls a thorough tonguebath before bending his cock down to suck it.
The boy watched her every move, fascinated by the way she handled his cock, growing so excited that he thought his prick would jump out of its skin.
"Suck me!" Freddy said. "Suck my prick!"
"Mmmmm, mmmmm!" Lois licked the boy's cock as if it were a candy-cane, rippling her tongue over the veins of his fuckshaft, slurping at the bulbous head until the prick-lube ran out of it like warm sap.
"Suck me!" the boy whimpered. "Blow my cock!"
Lois smiled and giggled giddily.
Gripping his cock tight at the base, she bent it down. Her tongue flicked at the edges of his open piss-hole. She slid her lips around his cockhead, engulfing his throbbing fuck-knob completely. As she sucked his prick-head, the boy' s eyes almost popped out.
"Suck it all!" Freddy moaned.
With an upward jerk of her head, Lois engulfed his cock to his balls, mashing her nose to his hairless lower belly. She used her tongue and her throat muscles to massage the length of his young fuck-rod. Lube ran down her throat as his cock pulsed and quivered.
"Yeahhhhh!" Freddy cradled her head, digging his fingers into her scalp. "Oh fuck!"
Holding her head steady, he began to hump at her throat.
Lois gagged momentarily as her brother's hard prick jabbed her tonsils. Her nose ran as his chubby belly banged against it. She tightened her throat muscles, tightened her teeth, not enough to hurt but enough to make him think, force the boy to slow down. She'd had a lot of experience with overexcited boys, and she knew how to handle them, to keep them in control.
"Ohhh mannn!" Freddy didn't think anything could feel as good as his sister's cunt around his cock, but he'd been wrong. Her throat felt just as good. It felt different, but just as good. "Suck it! Suck it!"
Lois reached up to pinch the boy's nipples. He had chubby tits and fat nipples, and she took pleasure in pinching them. As she stretched and rolled his nipples between his fingers, his cock flexed rhythmically in her throat. It thrilled her to discover that Freddy's nipples were sensitive too, sensitive like her own.
Her dad growled as he ate her pussy. He sounded like a dog trying to get at a bone deep inside her. She felt his nose buried between her cuntlips, felt his tongue probing deep up her crotch.
The fuck sensations swarmed through her loins, made her feel warm and tingly in the belly: and tits, made her toes prickle with excitement. She felt like crushing her dad's head between her thighs and fucking his face until she came, but he pressed hard on her inner thighs, forcing them apart even wider, forcing her to perform a perfect split as her feet lifted off the floor and her legs waved in the air.
She was spread so wide, opened up so much, that she thought her dad's head would slip inside her. She humped her crotch at his face, working her clit in one of his nostrils, working her cunt on this twisting, plunging tongue. He sounded like a pig sucking up slop as he sucked out her fuck-juices.
Eat me! she said silently. Eat me, Daddy!
Her toes clutched frantically as she fucked herself on her father's hot tongue, as she sucked her kid brother's horny cock. She rubbed her ass against the mattress, felt the fuck-juices leaking out of her cunt and down her ass-crack. She munched Freddy's prick, hungry for his jizz, crazy to feel his sweaty young cock bucking with orgasm in her mouth.
Jack jerked on his cock as he sucked the sweet juices out of his daughter's seething pussy. Her pussy-lips throbbed against his own lips, their slick inner surface burning. Her cunt-hole breathed heat, sent dizzying fumes through his nostrils and into his lungs. His brain, his entire body, became saturated with the scent of her. Electricity flowed from her cunt into his mouth, into his head, into every cell of his body. He jabbed his tongue deeper, licking, probing, trying to taste every inch of her delicious young fuck-hole.
Lois saw stars. Every cell of her quivered, prickled with excitement and pleasure. Her cunt squeezed rhythmically around her dad's twisting, sliding tongue. Her clit bent this way and that as she rubbed it against his nose and lips. He made growling sounds as he ate her and she made growling sounds deep in her cock-stuffed throat. Freddy' s fuck-lube dribbled non-stop down her gullet and she sucked his cock with rapid smackings of her lips and churnings of her tongue.
His chubby loins humped in a frenzy as he worked his flexing cock in Lois's mouth and throat.
"Here it comes! Awwwww!"
The scent and taste of Freddy's jism filled Lois's head, The first hot spurt gagged her. As the jizz filled her throat, she sucked her brother's cock to the rhythm of his spurting. His chubby balls banged against her chin. The vibrations of his cock filled her mouth with tingles.
She gulped, taking hot wads of jizz down her gullet.
Jack gnawed into his daughter's pussy. He caught her clit between his teeth and chewed it, stretched it, grated it.
Lois went crazy, grinding her flaming pussy in Jack's face. Her toes wriggled and clutched frantically. She kept fucking her dad's mouth until the wonderful pleasure exploded inside her.
"Ummmnnnnnnnnn!" she moaned, jism bubbling in her throat, spasms shooting through her loins. She tried with all her strength to bring her legs together and wrap them around her father's head, but he was too strong for her. As the orgasmic waves swept rhythmically through her pussy, her dad kept her legs spread in a full split. The sensations were so intense she thought she'd die.
Freddy's humping slowed. His cock pulsed in Lois's mouth, oozing the last of his jism. Lois sucked hard, her eyes rolling as the pleasure pulsed through her loins and she extracted the last tasty drops from her brother's cock.
Suddenly, Jack jerked his face away from Lois's cunt. Grunting and gasping, he pushed to his feet, toppled Freddy off Lois, and crawled up over her himself. His fist jerked on his prick, yanking his foreskin up and down. He rammed his cock into her still-wide-open cunt, just in time. The first few drops of hot, watery fluid shot out of his cock. He groaned loud as the cum erupted from his pisshole and splashed in thick gobs against Lois's cervix. Her mouth gaped, her tongue flapped. She gibbered crazily as her cunt sucked jism straight from her father's cock.
And then, as the last squirts jetted up his tube, he remembered his daughter's love of cock in her mouth. Groaning with the effort needed to pull his cock out of where it felt so good, he climbed up her body and let her hungry mouth clamp down on it. As he sank it down her throat, she cooed with satisfaction, sticking the rest of his load straight from his cock.
Lois smacked her lips around her dad's huge fuck-rod. The final drops of jizz slipped out of his piss-hole. As her dad's cock began to soften, she felt his foreskin slide up over his fuck-knob. She got her tongue-tip under the lip of his foreskin and worked it around, listening to her dad gasp and moan with pleasure as she licked the most sensitive parts of his cock.
Lois opened sex-bleary eyes, and smiled up at Freddy and her dad. She reached between their legs and took hold of their half-hard cocks, one cock in each hand.
Little brother, she thought. And big daddy.
Her cunt tightened, tingles passing through it as it began to throb. Her fingers squeezed to the rhythm of her cuntal throbbings.
The cocks in her hands began to swell.
Chapter Eight
To avoid the post-rally traffic jams, Maxine and Reverend Salivar left the stadium fifteen minutes before the closing ceremonies of the Bible conference were due to conclude. As they made their way through the vast parking lot to Reverend Salivar's Cadillac, Reverend Baker's righteous shouting followed them all the way, blasting from the stadium's powerful speakers and riding the late-afternoon breezes to invade all homes within a half-mile radius of the stadium.
"We'll be cruising down the freeway by the time the stampede hits," Reverend Salivar said gleefully as he opened the door of his Cadillac. He switched on the ignition and the air conditioning, and they were off.
The reverend smiled as he drove. "My dear, you and I have just attended the most financially successful Bible conference of all time, and if I know Teddy Baker, he'll bring in an even more spectacular donation next conference. Better than anybody, he knows how to lay on the guilt and get the bucks rolling in. Yes sir, he could persuade a street bum to hand over his last nickel for our cause."
"I believe he could," Maxine said, although she wasn't quite sure any more what "our cause" was. Her mind was in a turmoil of confusion over what she'd witnessed and what she'd experienced since she and Reverend Salivar left town in his car.
She'd listened to lots of preaching, but she'd seen none of that preaching put into practice by the men who had shouted from the pulpit.
This afternoon, for example, Reverend Baker had railed for two straight hours about the evils of sex and the horrors of hell that awaited all sexual sinners, while Maxine wriggled on her still-sore butt, where Reverend Baker's cock had so recently gone where no man had gone before.
As the reverend had turned red with righteous indignation in the pulpit, as the veins on his forehead had bulged, as he'd stomped and screamed, calling for tougher sex laws and imprisonment for sexual sinners, two members of his private staff were out in the stadium audience rounding up young girls for Reverend Baker's post-rally "inspection." Maxine knew that one or more of these girls would spend the night squirming like a stuck butterfly on Reverend Baker's holy cock. She'd learned that Reverend Baker ass-fucked at least one new teenage girl each day, and that on some days he sodomised several.
"Yes," Reverend Salivar said as the Cadillac merged with the flow of freeway traffic, "Teddy is quite the man. Even in the seminary he was a go-getter. He's the envy of every serious evangelist in the country. Yes sir, he's at the top, but he's still in touch with the common people. A truly magnanimous man."
He reached over and gave Maxine's thigh a pat, then a squeeze. He began to stroke, easing his fingers up under her skirt.
Maxine stopped the progress of Reverend Salivar's hand. "The traffic is pretty heavy, Reverend. Maybe you should concentrate on driving. "
"You're right," Reverend Salivar said with an embarrassed laugh. He squeezed her thigh once more, then withdrew it. "But it'll thin out. We've got a long way to drive."
Maxine settled back and closed her eyes. She needed to think, to try to make some sense out of all that had happened to her these last two days. She hoped to have some answers by the time she got home late this evening.
Perhaps sex was sinful only for those not in touch with God. Nobody was closer to God, nobody knew more about the Bible and right and wrong than Reverend Teddy Baker, and Reverend Baker was such a paradox. He vehemently condemned sex, and yet he himself daily practised forms of sex Maxine hadn't even dreamed existed.
And Reverend Salivar too practised adultery in some of its more perverted forms.
But these were men of God. Could they maybe be exempt from the rules that bound common men? Maxine really wished she could come up with some answer to all this, because something had changed inside her. She had lost count of the number of times she'd been fucked, she'd been too drunk to be sure even that all of them were real fucks, and not just heavenly dreams, though some of them certainly were - and they'd switched something on inside her.
Now she had a craving for sex such as she hadn't experienced since she'd been a young girl. Every time Reverend Salivar fucked her last night, however often it was, she'd enjoyed every thrust of his cock. She'd been drunk, but she was sure she would have enjoyed it sober as well, just as she'd enjoyed the assfucking that Reverend Baker had given her this morning, just as she'd enjoyed watching Reverend Baker forcing that teenage girl to perform the most perverted sex acts with him last night.
She had to face it - something had happened. She was different. When she'd been born again she'd turned off sex, and now these men of God had turned it on again for her. Had turned it on in spades, too. Her - lust was the only word - her lust was right at that moment causing her pussy to drip. In the days ahead she would have to deal with her reawakened sexual feelings and desires, for she had no doubt they would torment her until she satisfied them. And, once satisfied, they would start building the torment again until once more she satisfied it.
Jack would for sure be pleased by the change in her. He' d been hinting for most of their marriage that he wasn't exactly thrilled with their sex-life, that he wasn't getting anywhere near the kind of sex that cock of his needed. She wasn't sure why she'd cooled on sex shortly after she and Jack were married - maybe it was due to her having gotten pregnant so soon, maybe it was due to the revival of religion in her life. Maybe the deep feelings that sex was dirty had always been there, switching her off it. Maybe she was secretly afraid that she could grow to like it too much.
Whatever it was, she'd not only become increasingly uninterested in sex over the years, but she'd suffered more and more guilt whenever she did it. Guilt was enough to cool anybody off about anything. But now she wondered whether any of her sense of guilt was warranted or justified.
If men as holy and wise as Reverend Baker and Reverend Salivar could do what they did without guilt, if Reverend Baker could stick his stiff cock up the ass of teenage girls - and one adult woman that she had personal knowledge of, her ravished butt gave a quick twitch to remind her- apparently with God's blessing, then why should she feel guilt about her own, relatively normal sexual desires? Maybe the truth was that she shouldn't feel guilty at all about any of her desires or feelings. Maybe she'd been misled about the things God really cared about. Maybe God didn't give a damn about what she thought, felt, or did sexually. Maybe her sense of guilt over sex all these years had been pointless.
She realised she'd been in a state of constant sexual arousal since she walked in the door of Reverend Baker's hotel suite last night. Refusing to think what she was doing, she'd surreptitiously masturbated during the stadium rally by rubbing her bare thighs together under her skirt. Ironically, Reverend Baker had begun shouting about the "abhorrent and perverted practice of self-abuse" just as Maxine's orgasm had exploded. Maxine had expected a thunderbolt to split open the sky and strike her dead on the spot, but nothing had happened. She'd felt only ecstasy and satisfaction and release - and no guilt.
"There's a rest area coming up," Reverend Salivar said. "I'm going to make a stop."
A few minutes later, the Cadillac was parked in the rest area and Maxine and the reverend were standing outside stretching their legs.
"There's a path through the woods there," Reverend Salivar said. "How about a little hike? The exercise will do us good."
"Fine," Maxine said, looking at him curiously. "I could use some exercise."
The woods lay behind the rest area and its buildings, and, according to the sign that pointed the path out, the path into it led to a scenic overlook. The path was only wide enough for single-file walking, and Maxine walked ahead of the reverend.
She could hear him start to breathe harder as the path angled up a small hill. "Let's rest a moment, shall we?" the reverend said. "I'm a little out of shape for mountain climbing. Look, there's another path off to the side there. I'll bet there's a clearing down this way and a log or something for us to sit on."
He turned down the side path without waiting for a response from Maxine, and Maxine scampered after him.
They'd been walking less than a minute when they entered a clearing, and sure enough, there lay the trunk of a fallen tree, a perfect place to sit.
"You've been here before," Maxine said.
"No," said the reverend, wiping his face with a white handkerchief. "The Lord whispered in my ear and I followed the way He pointed."
"Uh-huh," Maxine said. She couldn't tell if he was being serious or not.
He planted his fat ass on the log and patted it. "Have a seat, my dear. Rest your feet."
The moment Maxine sat down the reverend was all over her. He yanked her blouse out of her skirt and pushed his hands up under it. He pulled the tit-cups of her bra off and started to squeeze and rub her tits. Kissing her savagely, he forced her down on the log and fell on top of her.
"Oh you luscious bitch! You teasing slut!"
He got one hand under her skirt, under her panties. A fat, rigid finger slipped up her cunt.
Maxine was helpless. She panted and gasped, squirming as the reverend licked out her mouth, as he mauled her tits, as his finger twisted and probed in her cunt. Her toes wriggled and one after the other, her shoes fell off.
The reverend began to yank at her blouse, trying to rip it off.
"Don't pop off the buttons!" Maxine said, twisting her head away to break his kiss. "I'll take it off, if you don't mind."
"Not at all," he said, and he sat up with effort. The strands of black hair that had been carefully combed over his bald crown hung off his head like strands of black spaghetti. He pulled Maxine up. "Undress, my dear."
"All the way?"
"All the way. Your body is a temple of lust. The Lord has made you perfect so that men may worship at what he created out of Adam's rib."
"What if someone comes?"
"Oh, I intend to. And you may, if you wish."
"You know what I meant."
"No-one will come while we're obeying God's will."
Maxine's cunt pulsated with each wild beat of her heart. The pussy-juice was leaking down her legs. As she stood and undressed in front of the reverend, he loosened his tie. The middle finger of his left hand, the finger that had been up her cunt, dripped with her pussy-cream and he sucked it clean
"You have such marvellous tits!" He reached out with two hands and squeezed her swollen tit-mounds. "You 're such a slut!"
It wasn't me who decided that I must undress, Maxine thought. If I'm a slut, then what are you? But she didn't say it. He was nothing but a horny old goat. That's what he was, a horny old goat.
She lifted a bare foot to stroke the bulge in Reverend Salivar's gray suit-pants.
He pulled down on her nipples. "On your knees, my dear. Instead of playing footsie with it, you can take it out and play with it with your hands."
Kneeling, Maxine unzipped the reverend's fly and reached inside it. He wore loose boxer shorts, which allowed her to pull his stiff cock out with little trouble.
Birds chirped, a few crickets chirred, and the sky turned golden as somewhere behind the trees the sun descended toward the western horizon. In the clearing in the woods, Maxine held the cock of Reverend Salivar before her, studying it as she'd never studied any cock before, His chubby hands came down on her head.
"Looks good enough to eat to a slut like you, doesn't it Maxine, my dear? Well then, start eating!" He applied pressure to her head, forcing her face closer to his cock.
Maxine's memory flashed back to last night, to the young red-haired girl who'd been forced to suck Reverend Baker's cock. The girl's perverted act had both disgusted and excited Maxine. Now she was being forced to perform the same perverted act, and again she was both disgusted and excited - but more excited.
Two new acts in one day! First the Reverend Teddy Baker's cock up her ass, and now the Reverend Elijah Salivar's cock in her mouth. Two virgin orifices losing their innocence in less than twenty-four hours.
Reverend Salivar rubbed his cock all over her face. "Suck it, cock-hungry bitch!"
Lube rubbed off on her cheeks. His prick-head seared her lips. The reverend pushed down on her head with one hand and stuffed his cock in her mouth with the other.
She winced as the salty, musky flavour of cock filled her mouth. His cock seemed much larger now that it was in her mouth, and she felt her jaws being stretched. Her spit ran down his cock as the reverend forced it in deeper.
"Suck!" he hissed. "Suck it!"
Maxine gagged a few times as his cockhead jabbed her tonsils, but she tightened her mouth and quickly got control of things. She sucked to stop his urgent thrusting, and as she sucked her lips smacked. She hadn't sucked on anything with such hunger and vigour since she'd been a baby sucking on a bottle.
She found pleasure in the sucking, in the pleasant tingles that flowed through her lips and mouth, in the salty, sweaty taste of prick. As she bobbed her head, her lips sliding and smacking, her tongue churning, she worked a few fingers up her cunt and began to masturbate.
The reverend let go of her head. He braced his hands on the log to keep himself steady. He closed his eyes and revelled in the pure pleasure shooting through his cock as Maxine's talented mouth gave him a hot, wet, slurping, sucking blowjob.
"Oh my dear!" he gasped. "You suck so well, as well as a hungry teenager. I must sample experienced mouths like yours more often. Ooh, lick there again! Yes, my dear, yes!"
My mouth's not experienced, thought Maxine. This must be something natural to women. She bobbed her head wildly, sucking hard, hungry for all the cock she could taste, hungry for the cum she knew would soon be shooting into her mouth. She growled like a dog with a bone, trying to pop the head off the reverend's randy prick, trying to make his cockshaft so hard its skin would split open.
She loved the feel of his cock-veins as they rippled against her lips. She loved the taste of the lube as it leaked down her throat. As her head jerked up and down, her fingers jerked in her cunt. She wanted to eat jizz, and she wanted to come while doing it.
"Oh! Oh! Jesus God, suck it!" The reverend wiggled his fat ass as he churned his cock in Maxine's mouth. Itchy, electric thrills shot through the core of his cock. His cock swelled, turning rock-hard, every cell of it quivering.
Suck slurp, slurp suck! Wet sounds filled the air as Maxine sucked for all she was worth, trying to tease the jizz out of the reverend's quivering cock. Her stiff fingers plunged in her seething pussy and hot juices bubbled out of her, dripping from her hand, running down her legs.
"Take it!" the reverend gasped. "Ohhhhh!"
His cock ballooned, hard as stone, and his cum shot into Maxine's mouth. He gasped and grunted with each ejaculation, his loins humping, his cock flexing in Maxine's throat.
Maxine gagged at first. She might have vomited if her pussy hadn't exploded with pleasure as the cum filled her mouth. The moment her orgasm took over, the moment the hot pulsations swept through her cunt and loins and throughout her body, at that moment Reverend Salivar's cum suddenly tasted as sweet and creamy as condensed milk.
Maxine sucked to the rhythm of his ejaculations, swallowing as her throat filled. She cooed and squealed, sucking and swallowing and coming, endlessly coming.
Reverend Salivar finally pushed her away. "You'd make a good vacuum cleaner," he said. He used his handkerchief to wipe his cock.
He made her dress quickly so they could hit the road again. He had to get home by ten, he said, or Mrs Salivar should ask him why he was late.
"I'm an honest man," he said, "and I hate having to lie to the dear woman."
"I'm sure you do," Maxine said. She covered her mouth as she burped up the taste of Reverend Salivar's cum.
Chapter Nine
Reverend Salivar must have had to lie to his wife about the delay in his getting home because he didn't drop Maxine off in front of her house until after midnight. Once it had got dark, the reverend had pulled off onto the shoulder of the highway several times along the way. In the darkness inside the Cadillac, Maxine's blonde head had bobbed over his lap. She'd done a lot more sucking on Reverend Salivar's cock, but she'd swallowed no more of his cum.
Surprising herself, she'd stopped sucking when she felt his balls starting to jerk.
"Don't stop!" he screamed.
"I want you to fuck me," she said.
"Jezebel! Whore of Babylon! Do you presume to make demands of a Man of God?"
"I make no demands," she said, astonishing herself by her own boldness. "I do what God wants me to do."
"Spawn of Satan! Do you presume to think you know God's wishes better than me, an ordained priest?"
"Sometimes God speaks to his lower servants as well," said Maxine, amazed that thunderbolts were not raining about her head but taking their absence as a good sign. "If the man of God wants to squirt come from his cock into my body, God wants it in my cunt, not my mouth."
"Wicked woman! I know what God wants!"
"So do I. God's telling me, in my cunt, Reverend Salivar, or not at all."
Reverend Salivar almost exploded at the thought of Maxine telling him what God wanted, but the knowledge that God undoubtedly wanted jism to come squirting out of Reverend Salivar's cock into some warm wet orifice in Maxine's body, and the realisation that unless it was her cunt, it wouldn't happen, made him see reason.
So he fucked her from behind, she kneeling over the back of the seat, legs spread, as he knelt behind her and fucked her while she came and came and came.
Some miles from home still, when the itch between her legs started to plague her again, she bent over and sucked his cock erect once more, and once more refused to let him come in her mouth. This time, they took advantage of the Cadillac's wide back seat to fuck.
Maxine was surprised that a man of his age and in his gone-to-pot condition could get off so many loads.
She crept into the house like a burglar, removing her shoes the moment she set foot inside.
Tiptoeing into their downstairs room, she found Jack sound asleep, bathed in the moonlight that came in the window. He looked so innocent and peaceful that Maxine was immediately overcome with shame for what she'd done with the reverends. How could she have been so unfaithful, so adulterous, so perverse? Would she ever be able to face her husband again?
She showered and slipped on her night-dress, but was too wound up to crawl into bed with him, so she went to the kitchen for a glass of milk to settle her nerves. What she needed was not milk, but a good stiff drink, the kind of liquor that had got her good and soused last night.
Unfortunately, there was no liquor in the house. Her own fault, for she herself had absolutely forbidden Jack to bring alcohol of any kind, beer included, into the house.
She finished the milk and paced around the kitchen trying to get up the nerve to go to bed. If Jack only knew the things she'd done! Would he divorce her, or kill her, or what? She really was ashamed of herself. She really should go to Jack, confess everything, and beg his forgiveness.
The trouble was her pussy was still itchy and throbbing. What she really wanted to do was pull the covers off Jack, suck his huge cock - for the first time in her life - until it was rigid, then impale her cunt on it and fuck it all night. That's what she really wanted to do. That's what she should have been doing every night for many years. She knew now how God wanted her to spend her nights.
All those wasted years! she thought as she left the kitchen, determined to wake Jack and tell him everything. But the moment she saw him lying there in the moonlight looking so innocent her courage deflated like a punctured balloon again, and she slipped out of the bedroom as quietly as she'd entered.
Not knowing what else to do with herself, she went upstairs to check on the kids. It was the least she could do, she thought. After abandoning her family for two whole days, she could at least check on her kids.
Upstairs, she was surprised to see light coming from under Lois's closed door. It was way, way, way past Lois's bedtime. Maxine was about to knock and scold the girl when she realised it was Saturday night, and that Lois had permission to stay up late on Saturday nights provided she could be wide awake and alert for Sunday school and church services on Sunday morning.
Afraid that if she entered she'd revert to her old self and, without cause, censure Lois, Maxine dropped her arm to her side and proceeded to Freddy's bedroom.
She was surprised to fired his door open.
As usual, Freddy's bedroom was a shambles. Clothes tossed all over, baseball glove in the middle of the floor, bed unmade.
Bed unmade? Bed empty! Moonlight came through the window and fell on his unmade, empty bed.
"That boy!" Maxine muttered . Where was he? Out running around on the streets, most likely. Still not thirteen and he'd taken advantage of her absence to sneak out and have a night on the town. He'd probably done the same thing last night. When she got her hands on him, she'd spank his fat little ass raw. Now she'd have to wake up Jack. This was an emergency.
As she walked back past Lois's door, she heard giggling. She paused and listened.
More than one person was giggling. Lois hadn't asked for permission to have friends sleep over tonight. When the cat's away, the mice will play, Maxine thought with irritation, as she kneeled in front of Lois's door to check on Lois through the keyhole.
Slowly, as her eye focused on the scene in Lois's room her jaw dropped.
"My God," she whispered. "Oh, my God!"
Lois was lying face-up on her bed, stark naked, her legs spread, her face covered by a naked ass - by Freddy's chubby naked ass. Freddy, facing Lois's feet, and the door, was straddling Lois's head and sitting on her face. One hand played with his sister's tits, his other hand played with his cock. He giggled as Lois licked out his asshole.
"Stick your tongue in deeper! Aw, that feels great! It makes me tingle all over." He rubbed his ass in Lois's mouth, fucking his asshole on her wiggling tongue.
Lois giggled, sucking and slurping. Her right hand worked between her legs as she rammed three fingers in and out of her cunt. Freddy pinched one of her nipples, pulling on it and stretching it. Lois's legs came together, shimmying, squeezing. Her toes curled and she started to moan and jerk.
"You're coming again!" Freddy said. "Goddamn!"
Lois squeezed her legs together and humped her hand until her orgasms had subsided. She giggled and pushed Freddy off her.
"Hey, I was just getting close!" the boy said.
"You're not fast enough," Lois said. "You've gotta learn to get off faster."
" Huh! Just because you can come every two minutes - "
"Quit complaining," Lois said. "You'll get your rocks off."
She scrambled up in front of the boy and positioned herself on her hands and knees "Slide that hot cock of yours up my pussy, stud." She wiggled her ass.
"All right!" Freddy grabbed her ass and mounted her like a hound mounting a bitch. He shoved his stiff cock between her asscheeks and up her cunt with one smooth thrust.
The eyes of the girl and boy rolled back with fuck sensation and they moaned in unison. Lois shoved a hand between her legs and started to finger-fuck her cunt. Freddy started to hump, his belly smacking Lois's wiggling ass as he worked his cock in and out.
"You really love it, don't you?" Freddy said.
"I love it everywhere," Lois said. "Up my ass, up my pussy, down my throat, between my tits."
"Between your tits?"
"Ain't you ever fucked a chick between the tits?"
"Aw, shit!" Freddy said, his eyes rolling as he rammed her faster. "Between the tits! Shit!"
"Or under the arms?" Lois said. "I love a hot cock fucking one of my armpits. Better yet, I love two hot cocks fucking both my armpits at the same time."
"Shit!" Freddy panted, ramming harder and harder.
"Or between my feet," Lois said, squirming as Freddy buggered her, pistoning her fingers in her cunt. "Have you ever rubbed your cock between a chick's feet and toes? I can get a guy off real fast with my feet. It turns 'em on."
"You're having me on, aren't you! I'm gonna - I'm gonna - oh, shit!" Freddy shuddered.
He fell on Lois's back, hugging her loins, ramming his cock to the hilt up her cunt and rubbing his belly against her ass. His body jerked as his jism shot up her fuck-hole. "Ohhhh, yeahhhh!"
"Give it to me, stud! Shoot that stuff in there! Ohhhh, yessss!"
Lois twisted her hand between her legs, grinding her fingers in her cunt. As Freddy's spunk filled her fuck-channel, she brought herself to a climax. She grimaced as the spasms overwhelmed her, looking like a girl possessed.
Freddy humped and spurted and grunted until he'd squeezed every drop of jizz and every orgasmic twinge out of his cock. Then he pulled out and collapsed on the bed. Lois turned around and stretched out beside him. She leaned over his loins and took his cock into her mouth
"Leave it alone!" Freddy groaned. "It's all fucked out!"
"That's what you think," Lois said. "I'll bet you five dollars I can make it shoot again in five minutes."
Freddy rolled away from her and off the bed. "You lose," he said. "I won't be here. I'm tired. I'm going to bed."
"Party pooper!" Lois pouted.
As Freddy started toward the door, Maxine stumbled down the stairs in the dark, one hand clutching her spasming cunt, her other hand gripping the banister. It was a miracle she didn't trip and break her neck. At the foot of the stairs, she stood in the dark squeezing her thighs together as she milked the last melting sensations through her loins.
Up above, Lois's door opened. Light bathed the stairs for a moment as Freddy stepped into the hallway.
"Party pooper!" Lois called after him, and Freddy closed the door. His bare feet padded down the hallway. His bedroom closed.
Turning away, Maxine went to bed herself. She hadn't the spirit to wake Jack and tell him the awful news.
Chapter Ten
"Honey, you awake?"
Maxine was awake, but she didn't answer. She'd been lying next to Jack for what seemed like hours, trying not to think as mental images of everything that had happened to her these last two days and tonight flashed behind her closed eyes. Her ass lay on a wet spot on the sheet, a wet spot caused by the incessant flow of pussyjuice from her throbbing cunt.
When Jack woke and found that his wife had joined him some time while he was sleeping, his cock gave a jump. He'd fucked a lot since she went away, but he hadn't fucked her. She wasn't very rewarding to fuck, lying as if she was dead, but she did have a great body and he still got great pleasure from making use of it - if she'd let him.
"Honey?" Jack touched her shoulder.
It was all she could do to keep from jumping.
She heard him sigh.
Slowly, Jack climbed out of bed. Maxine's eyes opened wide as she heard the faint sounds of his bare feet on the floor as he tiptoed out of the room and sealed shut the bedroom door behind him.
Naked? Jack had been sleeping naked? He never did that! She wouldn't permit it!
The digital clock read 2AM. Maxine stared at it a while, then got out of bed herself. Although she wasn't thinking too clearly, she was thinking clear enough to ask herself some questions.
Why had Jack closed the door behind him? They always slept with their bedroom door open. And why was he tiptoeing? It wasn't his habit to be particularly quiet when he got up during the night. And if he wasn't asking her if she was awake in order to make love to her, then why was he asking?
And, most of all, why was he wandering round the house naked?
Maxine went to the door and peeked out into the dark hallway. She thought she heard the stairs creak. A few seconds later a light flashed down the stairs, then was gone.
Maxine knew the light had come from Lois's bedroom door being opened and closed again. She crept out into the hallway, then up the stairs.
Light beamed through the keyhole into Maxine's eye. She bit her lower lip. Nothing she'd ever seen or experienced, even the stunning events of these last few days, had shocked her as much as what she saw now taking place before her in her daughter's bedroom. How long had this been going on behind her back? How many times had Jack been unfaithful to her? The questions themselves were mind boggling.
"I couldn't sleep, angel," Jack said softly.
"I'm glad," Lois said, " 'cause I couldn't sleep either. I need some loving, Daddy." The girl squirmed in her father's embrace, rubbing her silky-smooth body against him. They were standing in front of her bed, both of them stark naked. Jack's rampant cock throbbed between them.
"We'll have to be real quiet," Jack said, putting his finger to Lois's lips. "We don't want to wake up your mom."
"She home?"
"Uh-huh."
"And asleep?"
"Sound asleep. I checked."
Lois giggled. "Let's make sure she stays that way!"
She reached between them, took hold of her dad's cock and started to work his foreskin up and down. Jack moaned, slipping his tongue into her mouth. They kissed long and passionately as Lois jerked on his cock.
Lois slipped her tongue out of his mouth. "I'm dying for a taste of this monster. Want me to suck your prick?"
"It's all yours," Jack said.
He put his hands on his hips as Lois dropped down in front of him. His cock jutted up and out, dripping lube as Lois pulled its foreskin down tight and began to lick it. Lube fell on the girl's swollen tits, on her flapping tongue.
"I love your cock," Lois purred. "I wish all cocks tasted this good." She lapped at his prickhead as if it were a scoop of ice cream plopped on the end of a cone.
"Work the skin up and down," Jack said. "Yeah, that's it. Now suck it!"
Lois wrapped her lips around the tip of his wet fuck-knob. Stretching his foreskin down tight, she slid her lips down around his fuckknob until she'd engulfed the whole thing. She worked his foreskin up and down as her lips continued sliding. At last, she let go of his cock as his prickhead entered her throat and her nose pressed to his groin.
"Christ, it's in all the way!" Jack said. "I don't know how you do it."
Lois giggled. She began to bob her head. Her lips slid up and down around Jack's cock. Her tongue churned.
"Blow that thing, baby!" Jack groaned. "Suck that big fucker!"
He stroked Lois's blonde head. His loins strained forward rhythmically as he fucked his daughter's soft wet mouth. "Yeahhhh, ohhh yeahhh!"
"Mmm, mmm!" Lois sucked like a starving calf. She pushed her right hand down between her legs to play with her pussy. Pussyjuice dribbled down the insides of her thighs and all the way to her knees.
"Get ready for a fucking big load!" Jack moaned. "You got me almost coming already."
Lois's hair danced on her shoulders as she bobbed her head, growling, sucking, her lips smacking. Her fingers pistoned in her cunt, squishing noises coming from the frothing fuckhole. Her ass wiggled as her loins worked, as her pussy fucked her hand. She grabbed the shaft of her dad's cock with her free hand, yanking his foreskin up and down as she sucked. Jack's eyes rolled back. His body tensed, all his muscles standing out bold and defined. He braced his hands on his hips as his loins thrust.
"I'm coming, baby! Eat my cum!" He breathed like a bellows as his spunk shot out in hot, thick spurts, filling Lois's mouth faster than she could swallow it. He grunted with each ejaculation, feeding his daughter his heavy load. "Drink it, baby, suck it down!"
Lois sucked and gurgled. Cum dribbled from the corners of her mouth and fell on her tits. The veins stood out boldly on her dad's cock as she squeezed his cockshaft and sucked his cockhead. Her tongue darted into his pisshole and cum burst out around it as she probed. She moaned, her eyes rolling with ecstasy as her pussy exploded.
The young blonde sucked her father's jizz-spitting prick, her hand jerking between her legs as the fuck spasms pulsed through her pussy, through her loins, through her belly and tits. Some of her dad's cum dripped from one of her nipples. She sucked and masturbated, sucked and jacked off, sucked and spasmed until her dad pushed her away, unable to bear another flick of her tongue.
"Baby, you are the best!" Jack said, catching his breath. "You're my favourite girl in the world, and I'd do anything for you. Anything you want, just ask for it and it's yours."
Lois was resting back on her heels, wiping the cum off her chin and her tits. She dipped her jizz-dripping fingers in her mouth and sucked them clean. "Well," she said, "I've sucked you ... "
"You want me to suck you? You have only to ask," her dad said. "Lie back."
Lois flopped down. She pulled her knees to her tits and held her legs apart wide.
Her father kneeled on the bed, his ass sticking up in the air, as he sank his mouth to his daughter's cunt. He nibbled and nuzzled at her pussy lips and her clit, and with a huge shudder she came.
"Already?" he asked, surprised.
"Oh, yesss," she panted. "Sucking your cock gets me all warmed up. Now fuck me," she said. "I want you to fuck me. "
Jack's cock began to swell and he grabbed it. "I don't believe I'm ever going to stop doing this," he said as he got down over his moaning young daughter and plugged his cock into her body.
Lois wrapped her arms and legs around him. She rocked her loins. Her dad's asscheeks flexed and his cock plunged. As she squirmed, she cooed with pleasure.
"I'm gonna come quick, Daddy."
"Me too," her dad panted. "Me too!"
In the dark hallway outside Lois's bedroom, Maxine almost screamed. Her excitement and frustration were enough to drive her crazy. She envied her daughter something fierce. If only she herself could have been so free and uninhibited at Lois's age!
Sucking and fucking her father! Lois was crazy - but she was free. God was Lois free! And she was happy. Maxine wanted to be that free and that happy, too.
Guilt? What the hell was the use of guilt? Did Reverend Baker, screaming against the sin of sodomy even as he thrust his cock in and out of another teenage ass, feel guilt? Did Reverend Salivar, fucking Maxine over the back seat of the car and fulminating against adultery, feel guilt? Why should Maxine feel guilt? She'd lost count of the times she'd been fucked that weekend, and her only regret was that it hadn't been more.
All that mattered was to be as free and as happy as possible. If only she could make up for all the years she'd been dead! But that was impossible. All she had any control over was what she did now, what she did in the future. She'd awakened from the sleep of the dead, and she must never again slip back into that deathly sleep. From now on she must live! From now on, when Jack wanted to fuck her, he'd find her ready. And if Jack didn't want to fuck her, well, she was sure she could suck cock as well as her daughter to get him in the mood.
But not now, obviously. He was already fucking. He wasn't - temporarily - available.
As Lois and Jack humped and grunted in the brightly lit room behind the door, Maxine got off her knees and straightened up. Her eyes had adjusted to the dark and she slipped down the hallway quickly. Outside Freddy's door she paused to pull off her nightgown. No need for that! The air felt like a cool tongue against her sopping-wet crotch. Pussy-juice dribbled down the insides of her thighs like hot syrup. She dropped her nightgown on the hallway floor and pushed open her son's door.
Chapter Eleven
He lay naked and uncovered on his bed, his chubby body bluish-white in the moonlight. His prick lay up against his belly like a stiff rod, the pointed head of it pecking at his navel. He was breathing deeply and rhythmically, apparently asleep, apparently having a sex dream.
Closing the door softly behind her, she went to her son's bedside and sat down next to him on the bed.
"What a gorgeous cock!" she said.
"Huh? What?" Freddy's eyelids quivered and eased half open. His eyes strained to see in the semi-darkness.
"I said, what a gorgeous cock. I think I'd like to suck it."
"What?" His eyes opened fully "Mom!" He started to sit up, but Maxine pushed him back.
"Just lie there, darling I'll make you feel good. And you can do the same for me."
"Mom!" the boy said. "Mom!"
"Yes, I'm your mother," Maxine said with a laugh. "I'm your mother. And you're my son. And I'm going to make us both feel good."
"Mom! You're naked!"
"I'm told that's the best way to be for fucking," said Maxine calmly.
"Fuck!" the boy said. "Fuck, I don't believe it!"
"I'm going to do that too," Maxine said. " Right after I have a taste of this luscious looking prick of yours."
She lifted his cock until it was standing vertical, then leaned over and went down on it.
"Ohh, wowww, Mommm!"
The boy arched up, forcing his cock to the hilt into Maxine's mouth. He stretched his arms and legs out, squirming, luxuriating in the feelings shooting through his teenage cock as Maxine sucked it. His toes worked sensuously.
The boy's cock tasted musky, tasted of Lois. As Maxine sucked it, she remembered the way it had plunged in and out of Lois's clutching ass, remembered the way Freddy had bucked and grunted as he'd pumped his load up his sister's anus.
"Mom, you've got great tits!" Freddy said. He reached over to feel her tits. "And you really suck great! I'm gonna come real fast."
Maxine released his cock, let it slap down against his belly, wet with spit. She didn't want him to come yet. She had other things in mind for his cock.
She climbed up over him, straddled him at the middle. He reached up, squeezing her tits, pinching her nipples. Her fuck-juices dribbled out on his cock and balls. She caught some of her juices and rubbed them on the boy's face. He lapped at her gooey hand like a puppy. "Are you really gonna fuck me?" the boy asked.
"What do you think?" Maxine said. She bent his cock up between her legs and rubbed its head between her cuntlips.
The boy gasped. "Ohh, fuck it!"
"Here goes, you dirty little boy." Wiggling her ass, Maxine screwed her cunt down on her son's cock. It sank into her easily, as if her cunt were a tub of soft warm butter. As the boy squirmed, she began to ride up and down.
"Awww fuck it!" the boy moaned deliriously.
"Yes!" Maxine said. "Yes!"
Her tits wobbled and flapped as she jerked up and down, the tight, muscular sheath of her cunt squeezing and sucking her son's rigid cock. As she fucked, the juices continued to leak out of her, drenching his hairless nuts.
Freddy grabbed her around the waist and pulled himself up against her. He buried his burning, sweat-moist face between her tits. He licked and chewed her lust-swollen tit-mounds, got his hot mouth around her nipples and sucked like a baby.
"Oh Freddy, my darling!"
Maxine fucked wildly, her cunt doing flip-flops inside as the fuck pleasure saturated her tits and loins and shot throughout her body. "Freddy, suck Momma's tits, fuck Momma's cunt!"
She fell forward as the boy crushed her in his arms and gnawed on her tits. His toes clawed into the mattress as he arched up, driving his stiff cock in and out of her red-hot pussy. The bedsprings creaked rhythmically. Lubricious squishing sounds came from Maxine's wellfucked cunt. Mother and son grunted louder and louder as their fuck pleasure surged toward climax.
"Oh, Mom! Oh, geez, Mom!"
"Son! Ohhhhh! Ahhhh! AhhhhhhhhHHH!!!"
Quivering, the two came together. The boy's hips spasmed upwards, driving his young cock as hard as he could into his mother's cunt, until the climax died away and they fell together, lying side by side, panting.
What Maxine and Freddy didn't realise was that as they writhed together, lost in mutual ecstasy, blind and deaf to everything around them, they were being watched.
Lying together after fucking, and alerted by odd sounds from the room next door, Lois and Jack had got up to investigate. From the bedroom doorway, they gawked open-mouthed at the coupled mother and son. Lois's cunt pulsed with every beat of her wildly pounding heart. Jack's cock, still wet with Lois's cunt-juice, throbbed with a splitting-hard erection as if his orgasm of moments ago had never happened.
Maxine hugged Freddy. "That was fun." She looked over to the door, which she had closed when she entered the room. It was open now, and there were two astonished people - two naked astonished people - looking at the two on the bed.
"Come in," she invited. "Four's company, two's too few."
"I don't believe it!" Jack mumbled. "I must be dreaming this."
"We're awake, Dad," Lois said. "We're as awake as we can get." She took her dad's hand and led him toward the bed.
"Tell me, young lady," said Maxine. "You seem to be sadly experienced. Are you?"
Lois blushed. "Uhh, sort of."
"You fuck a lot?"
Lois blushed even pinker. "I suppose you could say that."
"Thought so. So you can sit this one out. I've got some catching up to do."
Lois grinned and sat up to watch.
Freddy and her dad lay side by side on the bed, hands clasped behind their heads as Maxine sat between them, working on their cocks. Her husband's cock was in her right hand, Freddy's cock in her left hand. She could close her fingers completely around Freddy's cock, but only halfway around her husband's. Freddy's cock resembled a pointed stick, her husband's cock a thick club.
Both cocks oozed lube, but the slippery fluid bubbled more profusely from her husband's cock, greasing his prickhead, leaking under his foreskin as Maxine worked it up and down. Squishy noises came from the rubbing of her husband's lube-greased foreskin against his swollen cockhead. Both males groaned, their eyes glazed over as Maxine's deft hands pleasured their rigid cocks.
Maxine was sitting with her legs crossed Indian fashion, which revealed the pink gash of her cunt-furrow between her furry pussylips. As she massaged their cocks, the two males reached down to play with her cunt. She moaned, her pink toes curling as the males pinched and pulled on her cuntlips, as they tweaked and rolled her clit, as they slipped stiff fingers up her cunt-hole. Both Freddy and her husband got their fingers up her pussy at the same time, and Maxine's eyes rolled from the hot fuck-itch that saturated her crotch.
"I want to get fucked!" she moaned. "I want to get fucked by both of you guys!"
"Dad can fuck you first," Freddy said. "I've just fucked you."
"You can both fuck me at the same time," Maxine said.
The two males looked at her, then at each other as if they were hearing things.
Maxine laughed. "It's easy."
She climbed over her husband and straddled him at the middle, sitting on his prick, which lay up against his belly like a huge wet salami. She rubbed her cunt back and forth along his cock, getting it slick with her pussy-cream. Her husband moaned, delirious with pleasure. He reached up to play with her tits.
"What about me?" Freddy said.
"Be patient." Maxine said She reached over and gave his cock a squeeze, smiling with satisfaction as his prick swelled in her hand and his eyes rolled back.
Maxine raised up and reached down for her husband's cock. She bent his cock up and aimed it at her open cunt. It was throbbing so hard, and it was so slippery with cock-lube and pussy-cream, that Maxine could hardly hold on to it. She planted its bulbous purple knob between her pussy-lips. Slowly, she rotated her loins, screwing her cunt onto his rigid fuck-tool inch by inch.
"Aw, yeahhhh!" Her husband squirmed with pleasure as his cock disappeared inside her. "You always had the hottest, tightest, softest, wettest pussy I ever fucked. You're still as tight as Lois!"
"Thank you," Maxine said. His cockhead sank into her womb and she rubbed her ass against his swollen balls. "You've got the biggest, hottest, hardest cock I ever fucked, darling."
Jack raised his eyebrows. He was almost certain he had the only cock she'd ever fucked. This might bear investigating.
Later. He began to work his loins up and down, grinding his cock inside her. She moaned with pleasure and began to ride up and down. His cock made squishing noises inside her.
"What about me? " Freddy complained again. "You said we could both fuck you at the same time. Dad's the only one fucking you. How am I supposed to get in there too?"
She gave her son's cock a playful twang. "I'll show you how, hot-dick."
Keeping her husband's cock anchored inside her, she lay forward on top of him, pressing her tits to his chest, pushing his legs backward alongside his legs. His arms wrapped around her and he kissed her.
Freddy climbed up behind Maxine. "I get it now," he said.
The boy mounted Maxine and tried to force his cock inside her cunt along with his husband's cock. "There ain't enough room. His is too big."
"I know, silly, so try the other hole," Maxine said.
"Your asshole!" Freddy asked.
"No, my ear!" Maxine exclaimed.
"You want me to fuck your asshole?" The boy couldn't believe his ears. "Your asshole!"
"If you don't think you can do it," Maxine said, "you can change places with your father. I'm sure he can. Can't you, Jack?"
"I can do it!" Freddy said. "I can fuck anything!"
"Then grease it up and stick it in!" Maxine said.
Freddy had no trouble finding lubricant to smear on his cock. Enough pussy-cream was frothing and bubbling out of Maxine's cock-stuffed cunt to lubricate six cocks. He coated his cock from tip to base with the slick, spit-like fluid, then rubbed some of the stuff on his balls, on his belly, between his mother's asscheeks, and on his face. The pungent female scent got him so hot that he thought he'd faint. He fell on Maxine's back and rammed his rigid prick between her asscheeks.
The boy was so excited he couldn't get his cock anchored. He kept thrusting between her asscheeks, but missing the entrance to her asshole. Maxine had to reach back and guide his cock to the right spot.
"Push!" she said. "Slow and easy."
The boy pushed, but it wasn't slow and easy, and Maxine gasped as his cock forced open her asshole and torpedoed up it to the hilt.
"Ohhhh, yeahhhh!" Freddy moaned. He chewed on her upper back, rutting fast and hard.
"Slow down a little!" Maxine panted. "Make it last. I want to feel it awhile."
Jack groaned under Maxine. He didn't even have to move to feel pleasure. As Freddy fucked Maxine's asshole, her loins contracted rhythmically, responsively, and her cunt massaged Jack's cock. At the same time, he could feel Freddy's stiff prick moving inside Maxine, could feel it rubbing against his own cock through the thin partitions of flesh that separated Maxine's cunt from her asshole. Freddy's cock was technically in a different hole from his own cock, but it felt like both their cocks were in the same hole, felt like they were fucking the same hole simultaneously.
He wrapped his arms around both Maxine and Freddy, crushing their weight down on top of him, crushing Maxine' s red-hot body into his own body.
Maxine squirmed between the two males, rubbing as much of her naked flesh against their flesh as she could. She rotated her ass, humped her loins, fucked her cunt on her husband's cock. She was the female filling of a fuck sandwich, Freddy and her husband were the slices of male bread surrounding her. Their cocks were buried in her loins, in her quivering, seething fuck-holes. She didn't know which she loved more, a cock up the cunt or a cock up the asshole, but that didn't matter now, because now and for always she had both.
"Mmmm, fuck me!" she cooed. "Screw me!"
She writhed between the two male bodies, twisting her head from side to side as Freddy gnawed on the back of her neck and her husband licked and kissed her face. She rubbed her tits hard against her husband's chest, pleasuring her stiff nipples against his hairy flesh. Her fuckholes contracted wildly, squeezing and sucking the cocks buried inside them.
"Ohhhh, yeahhhh!" her husband groaned.
"Fuck me!" Maxine moaned. "Ohhh, fuck me!"
Freddy bucked on top of her, driving his cock in and out of her asshole, smacking his belly against her ass. His cock seared the walls of her asshole like a red-hot poker.
"I'm fucking your ass!" the boy muttered. "Fucking ass!"
"I want to feel your jizz squirt!" Maxine babbled, drugged with fuck-sensation. "Jizz my asshole! Jizz my cunt! I want to feel it!"
Her husband gritted his teeth as he knifed his cock upward. He was a powerful man, able to lift the combined weight of his son and wife as he thrust upward. His cock penetrated the depths of Maxine's womb, the swollen head of it searing her womb-flesh.
"Yeahhhh!" her husband grunted." Yeahhh!"
"I feel your prick rubbing inside her," Freddy moaned. "I feel it sliding in her like a big snake."
As his father's fucking intensified, his own fucking went out of control. He bucked on top of his mother, growling like an animal as he pleasured himself more freely and wildly than he had ever had before in his life. He let go completely, fucking as if this were the last fucking he would ever do before he died.
Maxine's eyes rolled back until she was staring into her skull. Waves of heat and fuck sensation pulsed through her legs and arms. Her body was melting, her flesh becoming one with the flesh of her son and her husband. Their cocks had become part of her. She knew they would remain fused inside her forever.
"Cream me!" she gasped. "I'm going to come! Shoot it now!"
She couldn't help herself. The explosions were beginning in her loins. Orgasmic sensation was already saturating her tits, her fingers, her toes. Her body began to shudder as the spasms took complete control of her.
"Ohhhh!" she moaned. "Ohhhh Goddd!"
As her spasming fuck-holes squeezed and sucked their cocks, the two males writhed helplessly. Electricity surged through their cocks and their cum streamed like molten wax into Maxine's body. They grunted in unison, their bodies wracked with the same pleasure Maxine was feeling.
"Shoot it!" Maxine gibbered, out of her mind with ecstasy. "Shoot it all in me!"
The two males grunted, pumping her full of their spunk. Their cocks squirmed and flexed inside her like writhing snakes. Their pleasure flowed into Maxine's body, and her pleasure into their bodies. The same current of ecstasy flowed through all three of them.
"Fuck your asshole!" Freddy muttered, drooling spit down Maxine's neck as he gnawed on the back of it. "Fuck jizz up your asshole!"
"Jizz my asshole and jizz my cunt!" Maxine babbled, out of her mind.
She quivered between her son and her husband, feeling their stiff cocks spitting jizz inside her, feeling their hot body-flesh surrounding her and fusing with her. Her body had become their bodies. She was in fuck-heaven.
There was a moment when they all blacked out. When they recovered, they were lying in a tangled heap on Freddy's bed. Panting and wheezing as their thudding hearts started to slow down and resume normal service.
"Take your time," purred Lois, stretching like a cat. "Me next!"
