Most of us lead two lives-real and fantasy. The housewife imagines herself leading a life of luxury, surrounded by jewels and furs. The businessman imagines himself away from the rat race, painting or fishing by a quiet lake. The schoolboy dreams of becoming a famous athlete. And then there are sexual fantasies-wild dreams that we seldom expect to come true.
Is it best to suppress our desires and fantasies or to bring them out in the open and act on them? Does their repression lead to sickness, or does their fulfillment bring shame? No one has yet been able to answer these questions satisfactorily.
In this story the characters have decided not to repress their sexual desires and fantasies-and for some of them they must suffer the consequences, while others find ultimate happiness.
AN AFFAIR IN THE FAMILY-a story that deals with a sexual dilemma that confronts us all in one form or another. We cannot pass judgment on the solutions of others. We can only look at them with an open mind, seeing how some members of our society face the problem.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Casper Taunton was eating his secretary's pussy out during their coffee break.
It was a thing they both enjoyed from time to time. Marcy, the sexy, red-headed secretary, would have gladly sucked his prick or fucked with her boss, if he had suggested it, but Casper was a happily married man and faithful to his gorgeous wife. He didn't consider it cheating to suck another woman's cunt, as long as he saved his own lavish jizz-load for his wife, when he got home from work.
Marcy had gone down to the cafeteria and gotten coffee and some sticky Danish pastry, When she came back to the office, Casper had already tied a bib around his neck, so Marcy knew that he was in the mood for some cunt-lapping.
She pulled her tweed skirt up and squirmed out of her tiny bikini panties. Then she opened her blouse and shrugged it back on her shoulders, thrusting her heavy, stiff-tipped tits out.
She sat on the edge of his desk.
Casper stood before her and rubbed some gooey pastry onto her tits. Then he bent down and sucked and licked the sticky confection from her firm tit-mounds and nipples. His tongue slurped up through her cleavage.
Marcy turned her face down, her lips moist and parted, ready to be kissed.
But Casper didn't kiss other women, since he firmly believed in marital fidelity. She licked at his ear as he mouthed her tits. He thought she was rather a brazen hussy to show such affection, acting as if they were lovers instead of boss and secretary on a coffee break.
Still, he didn't protest, since he was always polite and gentlemanly with his employees.
He gobbled all the gooey pastry from her tits, then knelt down on the floor, carefully hiking his trousers up to keep the sharp crease intact.
Marcy shoved her hairy pussy out. Her ass was perched on the edge of the desk and her long, shapely legs were extended to the floor, thighs parted wide.
Casper gazed at her cunt for a few moments before he dove in to snack on it. Her cunt-slot was unfurled and her clit was swollen. Cunt-juice was oozing from her pussy, trickling down her inner thighs and soaking into the crack of her ass. The blotter on the desk was soaking it up.
Casper licked the creamy ribbons of pussy-juice from her thighs and used his tongue to spoon some from her ass-crack.
Then he began to prepare his snack, working one of the sticky, frosted buns around in her cunt-gash, turning her crotch to a rich confection.
"Eat me, boss!" she urged.
He ducked in and began to whip his hot tongue into the lunch bucket of her steamy pussy. He used only his lapper, at first, pausing from time to time to rub more of the frosted pastry into her fuck-slot.
Then he opened his mouth wide and clamped it on her pussy, sucking the juices out.
"Ohhhh-I love it!" she squealed.
Casper didn't object to her saying she loved it, as long as she didn't say that she loved him, which would have made him feel guilty and adulterous.
He licked and sucked, French-kissing her cunt and working on her taut clit.
The red-headed bombshell began to shudder violently as his oral attentions brought her surging toward the creamy crest. Her cunt-juice was getting hotter and thicker and creamier as it ran into the pastry goo, feeding Casper richly.
"Cummin', boss-creamin'! " she panted.
But he already knew that, since his hungry mouth was filling up with the randy results.
He sucked her up to the peak, held her there for long moments, then sucked her gently back down through the descending spirals on her orgasm.
He looked up at her face inquisitively.
"That was swell, boss," she sighed, letting him know that she was finished and satisfied.
Casper grinned and wiped her slimy mouth with the bib, then got to his feet. He took a sip of coffee to wash down the cloying flavor of cunt and Danish.
Marcy didn't start to get her clothing arranged yet. She stayed on the edge of the desk, her ass in a sticky pool on the blotter, eyeing Casper questioningly.
He raised his eyebrows.
The front of his neat, pin-striped trousers was bulging out with a huge hard-on. Marcy could tell that her boss was well hung, although she had never seen his prick, and she was puzzled. Eating her pussy obviously turned him on, so why had he never stuck his cock in her?
"Boss, I love it when you tongue-fuck me-but don't you wanna empty your cock and balls in me?" she asked.
Casper looked mildly indignant.
"I never cheat on Catherine," he said.
Marcy shrugged. It was kind of annoying, but he was the boss, after all.
Then she was reminded of something by the mention of Casper's wife.
"Oh, boss-you wanted me to remind you that today is your anniversary," she said as she slid down from the desk and began to tug her panties back on.
Casper turned pale.
"Holy cow!" he muttered. "I forgot all about it! Cathy will be furious."
Marcy was amused by his flustered dismay. What a hen-pecked husband he must be, she thought. She buttoned up her blouse, ready to resume work.
"Look. I better get some flowers and go home right away," Casper decided. "I can pretend that I remembered all along and take her out to dinner and a show. Thank God, you reminded me, Marcy." Casper was thinking and nodding. "Let's see-we won't need a babysitter-the kids are old enough to stay home alone."
That was more true than Casper knew. "Phone the Old Stone Inn for some dinner reservations, Marcy. Then you can take the rest of the day off."
"Thanks, boss," she replied, instantly planning to go out and get gang-banged on her free afternoon, since she was that sort of lady.
Casper gave his lips another whisk with his bib to make sure that no incriminating hint of pussy-nectar still lingered there for his wife to detect.
Then the forgetful man hurried home, buying flowers on the way-and in for a big shock.
CHAPTER TWO
Catherine Taunton was really pissed off.
Not only had her thoughtless husband forgotten it was their anniversary, he had even gotten up and left without throwing a morning fuck into her.
When sexy blonde Catherine didn't get her cunt stuffed in the morning, it left her in a foul and frustrated mood for the whole day.
She waited until the teenaged kids, Molly and her younger brother Randy, had gone out-because she intended to relieve herself with a thorough finger-fucking and knew that she couldn't help but make a lot of noise when she was creaming off her cunt. And it would have been embarrassing to have her children listening.
She supposed that the kids could hear them when she and Casper were fucking, but that couldn't be helped. Fucking was what a husband wife did and it was nothing to be ashamed of, the way finger-fucking herself was.
Besides, it was kind of a kinky thrill to imagine Molly and Randy listening to her getting fucked.
Randy, a tall, athletic young man with, his mother could not fail to notice, a well-packed crotch in his tight jeans, went out first, with his baseball bat and glove.
Molly, a nubile golden blonde with a great suntan and a bouncy young body, left shortly afterward, not mentioning where she was going.
Her mother wondered if Molly had lost her cherry yet. The girl certainly looked ready for fucking, and Catherine certainly didn't disapprove.
Catherine had lost her own virginity when she was quite young, and never for a moment missed it.
Then Catherine went back up to her bedroom and stripped off naked. She admired her body in the full-length mirror for a while, stroking her flanks. She really had a spectacular figure, she knew.
She had big, solid tits and a wide, firm ass with a tiny waist in between, the sort of figure known as an hourglass shape-or as being built like a brick shit-house, if one thought in cruder terms.
Her nipples were as fat as chewy red gum-drops and her clit was swollen as if in echo of her tit-tips. Cunt-juice was bubbling out of her pussy hole and turning her crotch to a swamp.
She spun slowly around so that she could appraise her body from all angles, front, back and profile, narcissistically pleased by her ass and tits and long, sleek legs. Her face, too, was lovely, with a pouty, cock-sucker type mouth and green eyes the color of jade.
Catherine got horny over her own body and wondered how her neglectful husband could ever get out of bed without shoving his cock into her.
After a while, she moved over to the bed and sat on the edge, facing the mirror so that she could still see her image reflected in the glass while she gave herself a needed finger-fucking.
Having spent the morning unfucked, with no more than a fleeting kiss from Casper when he departed, Catherine was hot enough to cum quickly, if she chose. Just a couple of strokes up her cunt-sleeve or a brisk rub on her clit would have easily brought her to the crest.
But she wanted to prolong her pleasure.
If a woman had to settle for no more than a hand-job, she might as well enjoy it.
Creaming off was the best part of it, to be sure, and the whole point of frigging. But Catherine always liked to linger over the preliminaries, teasing her voluptuous body while her fevered imagination constructed lewd and lascivious fantasies of the most depraved nature.
Not touching her cunt at first, she rubbed her flanks and stroked up her quivering thighs. Her back arched, and she thrust her heavy tits out.
She began to fondle her tits, kneading the spheres and pulling at her swollen nipples. Those fat buds exploded in her hands and smoldered like fuses.
She cupped her tits in her hands, lifting the tit-mounds and pressing them together, deepening the smooth cleavage. She whipped the edges of her thumbs against the rosy nipples as she squeezed the solid tit-globes.
She tipped her lovely face down and her tongue slipped out sensuously. She licked up the cleft, then licked at her nipples, flicking at one and then the other and watching herself in the mirror from the tops of her eyes.
She sucked a nipple into her lips and nursed.
Catherine always loved to suck her own tits and, although she had never done it, she had a pretty good idea that it would be exciting to suck another woman's tits, too.
Catherine would have been amazed-and thrilled-had she known how soon she was going to have that wonderful experience, and whose tits she would be sucking.
She tongued up the hot cleft, filling that chasm with drool, then swept her tongue and lips over the swollen pink tit-tips some more.
She bent over farther and stared between her spread legs, lifting one knee. Her pussy was unfurled like a fleshy flower, the slot full of cunt-cream, the inner folds revealed to her gaze and her clit standing out like a pliable pink post sunk into a swamp.
Cunt-juice flooded down, seeping into the tight crack of her ass, soaking the bed under her groin. She opened her cunt-slit wider with her fingertips and jacked her crotch up. She stared at her pussy, then looked at her reflection in the mirror through fluttering eyelashes.
Her nostrils flared as she inhaled, breathing in the tantalizing aroma of steamy pussy. She was wishing that she was supple enough to dive on her own cunt and suck herself off, pleasuring pussy and tongue at the same time. But she knew that wasn't possible, because she had tried and her hot lapper had fallen short by inches.
It made her speculate as to what it would be like to eat some other woman's cunt out. She didn't suppose that she would ever find out, but the idea was a real kick and she knew that if she ever did happen to get a chance to suck a cunt, she wouldn't turn it down.
She would have been thrilled if she had known how soon she was going to be eating cunt, and who would supply that sweet snack.
Bending over her own groin, staring at her open cunt and breathing in the fumes made her drool.
She dipped three fingers into her gooey cunt-gash and worked them around. Her pussy pulled and sucked on the digits. Then she brought her hand up to her chin and licked her slimy fingers.
Cunt-juice was delicious, even delivered by hand. She could just imagine what it would be like to swallow the sweet stuff straight from the source.
She bunched her fingers together and began to frig them in and out of her lips, whimpering, sucking them as if they were a prick-a prick that had just come, dripping, out of a creamy cunt, to be specific.
Catherine was really turning on to her own caresses and her naughty thoughts. Her imagination was as horny as her body and her tongue was tingling as much as her clit.
Her blonde head bobbed up and down as she gave her fingers a simulated blow-job.
Loving variety in her self-gratification, she hiked one thigh up and nudged a fingertip into the snug slot of her puckered ass-hole.
She churned her finger around, probing deeper and observing herself in the mirror.
She was wondering if her daughter frigged off a lot, and she began pretending that it was the girl she was looking at as she gazed at her own reflection.
The idea of spying on either one of her teen-aged kids while they frigged off made her pant and moan.
She sank her finger knuckle-deep up her stutter and worked it around, holding one lush tip tilted up. Then she brought her hand up to her face and licked and sucked her finger, making believe that it was a prick that had just been rammed up a hot ass-hole.
She stirred her hand around in her cunt-slot and smeared cunt-juice onto her tits and nipples, then lowered her radiant face and sucked her pussy-juice from her tits.
Catherine was really having a ball with her own hands and her inventive imagination, but her cunt was getting so hot now that she just had to get creamed off. She was liable to melt at any moment, even if she didn't start the steady frigging. And she knew that cumming always felt better when her fuck-hole was stuffed full of something, if only her own fingers. The only time that she really enjoyed cumming with an empty cunt was when her mouth was full of cock-meat.
She licked and sucked both hands again, purring like a kitten at a cream bowl. Then she dropped both hands down into her steamy groin.
Tilting her wrist, she pushed four fingers up into her fuck-hole, stabbing in as deep as she could reach and shifting them around inside her pussy.
She used her other hand to flick and rub on her vibrant clit, strumming and pulling, making that taut nugget swell explosively.
Tilting her groin higher, so that she could see all the juicy details in the mirror, the neglected woman began to finger-fuck herself to a creamy conclusion.
It felt lovely.
But it was sure a pain in the ass for a married lady to have to finger-fuck her own cunt on her anniversary....
CHAPTER THREE
Catherine was whimpering and panting and flinging her pelvis and haunches around in a wanton dance-a sort of solitary anniversary waltz.
Her clit was pulsing savagely and her swollen nipples were reacting in sympathetic vibration. Waves of ecstasy were running across her trembling tummy and shooting like electricity up her shuddering thighs.
"Ahhhhh!" she moaned.
Her face was a twisted mask of fuck-lust. Her blonde head jerked from side to side, silken tresses tumbling over her high cheekbones. Her eyes were misty as she looked at the mirror.
Her tongue slid back and forth across her lips, tasting the cunt-cream that was smeared there. She was panting and gasping as she soared higher and higher. Her cunt was so hot that she was surprised that coils of smoke weren't drifting out of her groin.
Her heels drummed on the floor and her lush thighs rippled. She bounced up and down on the edge of the bed. She fucked her bunched fingers steadily into her pussy like a prick while her other hand strummed frantically away on her clit.
Her clit began to go off spasmodically.
The bud exploded like a blasting cap, setting off another explosion in the core of her cunt. The waves were rushing faster and higher, beginning to merge into one tidal crest as she neared the peak of her passion.
She jerked convulsively, crying out in her rapture as she spiraled to the crest. She hung at the peak as her clit went off, and each time that fiery bud exploded, her cunt creamed again.
Her hips shot out from side to side and her gently rounded belly pumped up and down. She jerked her knees up, rolling her body into a ball on the rim of the bed.
She twisted her ass and her hips worked like pistons as she pumped her pussy on her hands.
Cunt-cum was gushing out as her pussy dissolved. Her crotch was a steaming tropical swamp, a pool of pussy-cream welling up, while milky banners and ribbons spilled into her ass-cleft.
Her fingers stabbed in. When she drew them back out, she had to yank hard against the fierce suction of her clinging cunt-hole. It felt as if she were dipping her fingers into a pot of boiling honey as her cunt gooed up.
Moaning with joy, she clung at the crest. Time had lost all meaning. It felt as if she had been cumming forever. At long last, she began to ebb.
Catherine kept on frigging merrily away with both hands, bringing herself down gently from the peak. She worked off the last sweet spasms and drained off the last creamy spillage of her cumming.
Finished, finally, she slumped over her hands, panting and smiling blissfully.
When she pulled her fingers out of her slimy fuck-tunnel, they came out with a slurp. Her vacated cunt-slot stayed open in a flaring oval and the dregs of her cunt-cum gushed out in a lavish tide.
Again, she wished that she were limber enough to get her mouth onto her own cunt.
Her groin looked as if she had spilled a malted milkshake into her lap and, even though she had creamed off very nicely, the sight and the tantalizing fragrance was still making her mouth water.
She brought both hands up to her mouth.
Second-hand pussy-cum was better than nothing, and she began to slurp it up hungrily, licking her gooey palms. She licked her hands and fingers clean, then dipped them back into her cunt-hole and got them juiced up again, bringing them once again to her mouth for another delicious taste.
It had been a great orgasm, and normally it would have left her satisfied for a while, at least.
But today, neglected on her wedding anniversary, Catherine felt insatiable. One cumming wasn't enough, and the horny housewife decided to wait for a few minutes, then finger-fuck herself again.
Then the doorbell rang.
Who the hell could that be?
She was tempted to let the summons go unanswered, not wanting to disrupt her pleasant, glowing mood.
But curiosity got the better of her.
She slipped into a frilly, semi-transparent shortie negligee and went downstairs to see who was at the door.
When she opened it, she found Tommy Jackson, one of her son's friends, standing there with his baseball glove.
His eyes nearly popped out when he saw her huge tits, barely concealed by the bodice of her negligee.
"Errrr-is Randy h-home?" he stammered.
Having that virile young boy's eyes glued to her tits made Catherine feel a pleasant glow. Her nipples stiffened as if his vision were caressing them.
"He's already gone out, Tommy," she said.
"Oh. Well, thanks," he said.
He seemed about to walk away from the doorstep, yet he lingered, his gaze plastered to her thrusting tits.
Catherine saw that the crotch of the boy's tight-fitting jeans was beginning to bulge.
It was making Catherine awfully hot.
She had just creamed off very nicely, yet she felt as if she hadn't cum in a month.
It always turned the narcissistic lady on to have a male admire her body. But to have this teenaged boy, who was the same age as her own son, staring so lustfully at her tits was a really naughty thrill.
Catherine didn't actually intend to seduce the boy, but she saw no harm in letting him get a good long look at her body in her sexy negligee.
"Randy won't be gone long, Tommy," she lied. "Why don't you come in and wait for him?"
The boy blushed, obviously embarrassed by the booming hard-on bulging in his jeans.
But he wasn't so embarrassed that he was about to pass up the opportunity to get a longer look at his friend's sexy mother in her scanty garment.
"Well-okay," he agreed.
Catherine stepped aside. As the young boy moved through the doorway, she contrived to brush her stiff-tipped tits against his arm.
She saw his hard-on jump in response.
She led Tommy into the living room and gestured for him to take a seat on the couch. His cock was so hard that he had trouble bending over to sit. His prick was jolting like a shock absorber in his jeans, threatening to tear right through the denim fabric, or maybe even to burn its way out like a red-hot branding iron.
"Would you like a Coke?" she offered.
He nodded, although it was evident that it wasn't a Coke he was interested in.
Catherine went to the kitchen, swinging her ass provocatively and making the hem of her shortie negligee swirl high up her lush, flashing thighs.
She got the Coke from the refrigerator and paused for a moment, searching her own mind, wondering how far she should go.
Catherine was dizzy with desire.
It was wicked to even consider seducing a boy as young as her own son, she knew. Yet the idea was driving her crazy. And it was all her forgetful husband's fault, too, she rationalized. If Casper had thrown some stiff cock into her before he went to work, she wouldn't be so fucking horny. It would serve him right. Or so she was reasoning-because a lady with a smoldering pussy and a hot, hungry mouth could justify all sorts of wicked behavior. She decided to play it by ear. She would probably only let the young boy get a good look at her tits, she told herself. But she should have known better....
CHAPTER FOUR
As fate and coincidence would have it, on this anniversary-when Catherine had been frustrated by her husband's forgetfulness and neglect-both of her children were also destined to be gravely frustrated in a similar fashion.
Molly was the first casualty of coincidence.
The nubile girl had gown down to the park, where lots of the kids liked to hang out by the river, hoping as usual to meet some guys. She was wearing a light cotton sun dress that showed lots of tanned leg and quite a bit of deep cleavage. like her mom, the girl was vain about her body and enjoyed flaunting her charms and turning guys on.
There were a few young men on the river bank and on the bridge, and Molly strolled up and down the foot path, swinging her ass and hips in a saucy, seductive fashion.
She really was quite an eyeful-and more than one of the boys began to get stiff cocks.
Joe Grimm, the quarterback of the local football team, was leaning against the rail of the bridge that spanned the narrow stream, smoking a cigarette in blatant rebellion against his coach's orders.
He was a handsome guy with crisp black hair and a crooked grin, and Molly figured it would be fun to flirt with him. He was older than she was, but that didn't trouble the sexy little minx in the least.
She strolled up and smiled.
"Hi, Joe," she greeted him.
His dark eyes appraised her slim, shapely form.
"I heard a story about you," he drawled. "Oh? What?"
"I heard you liked girls," he rasped.
Molly blushed delicately.
"I heard you make it with Kate and Sarah," he added. "What about it? You a dyke?"
"Certainly not!" she snapped, annoyed.
"That's what I heard," he insisted.
Molly gave him an impudent look. She knew that she ought to act annoyed and walk away, but he was a real foxy guy and she was attracted to him.
She could see that the crotch of his jeans was well packed with cock-meat. He might think that she was a dyke, but that obviously didn't mean he didn't have the hots for her.
"Well? You a lez, or what?" he demanded.
"Oh, we girls fool around sometimes," she admitted. "But we aren't gay. I mean, we all like guys. It's just kind of fun to fool around together, you know? Lots of normal girls get a kick out of being a little dyky."
"Holy shit!" he muttered.
He hadn't really believed the stories that were going around school, and he certainly had never expected the cute girl to admit to it.
"What do you do?" he wanted to know.
"Oh, just feel each other up and rub titties together-things like that," she replied.
Actually, they did a lot more than that in their occasional sex sessions, but she didn't want to really ruin her reputation by revealing all of it.
"Yeah?" he croaked, eyeing her pert tits, which were heaving as she inhaled heavily.
"If you aren't gay, how about proving it?" he rasped, shoving his groin out suggestively.
"How do I do that?" she asked, giving the quarterback a challenging glance.
Joe was flustered.
He had been bold enough to ask her, but he hadn't thought she would give him an honest answer. Her self-confidence and directness were making the arrogant youth nervous and uncertain and uncomfortable.
She tilted her pretty face to one side, smiling impishly at the boy.
"I asked you a question," she said.
"Errrrr-how about playing with my prick?" the young man blurted out.
Molly could see that the athletic guy didn't have much of a way with words and knew nothing of sweet talk. But he was still a handsome and popular boy, and Molly wasn't the kind of girl who needed much coaxing or persuasion.
"Okay," she agreed brightly.
Joe blinked in surprise.
"You mean it?" he croaked.
"Sure. Just to prove I'm not a lez," she said.
Now Joe began to grin as he realized that he was going to score a hand-job. He was only a naive young man and didn't have any high expectations.
"Let's go under the bridge," he suggested.
Molly nodded agreeably, and they went down the dirt path and under the span of the bridge. It was shady and fairly private.
The river bank was too muddy to lie down and fuck, or to kneel down and suck him off, but Molly didn't mind having some standing-up action.
She didn't hesitate, either.
Molly never saw much reason for playing hard to get, and she certainly wasn't a cock-teaser.
Sidling up to him, she reached down and began to fumble with his fly.
Joe gawked at her. He wasn't going to believe it until it happened, still suspecting that the sexy little vixen was only taunting him.
But Molly unsnapped his jeans and pulled the zipper down and dipped her hand into his fly.
She hauled his cock and balls out at the same time.
He had a thick, tapering prick with a flushed purple prick-knob, and balls that seemed as big as melons.
"Oooooh! Nice prick!" she cooed.
"Jeez-you do things like this often?" he groaned.
Molly giggled at his expression.
"Sure," she said. "I told you I liked guys. So do my girlfriends," she added, to do Kate and Sarah's reputations some good.
Joe thrust his loins out, leaning back against the pillar supporting the bridge. Molly cupped his balls in her left hand, jiggling them up and down as if she were weighing their cum-load in the scale of her palm.
She folded her right fist around his cock-stalk and pulled it up and down a few times.
When she drew her hand up, his foreskin rolled over the ledge of his cock-knob in a fleshy carpet. And when she frigged back toward his balls, that purple slab flared out like the head of a hooded cobra about to strike.
She fingered his cock-head and rubbed her thumb against the sensitive underside of the meaty hunk, where it loomed out from his thick, pulsing prick-shaft.
Joe began to hump, fucking her fist.
"Pump my prick, baby!" he rasped. "Jack me off! C'mon, milk my meat!"
"Well, sure-that's the whole idea, isn't it?" she giggled, amused by his behavior.
Normally when Molly gave a boy a hand-job, she liked to bare her tits so that he could squirt his cum all over her tit-mounds and nipples. But standing here under the bridge, with the chance that someone might wander along the river bank at any moment, she figured that would be too risky.
She decided to keep her clothing closed and beat his meat, assuming that he would return the favor by finger-fucking her after he had drained off his balls.
She moved slightly to one side, so that his fuck-juice wouldn't spurt all over her dress. Then, squeezing his balls fondly in her left hand, she began to stroke his prick steadily up and down with her right fist.
Joe grunted, heaving his loins in and out.
Molly groaned, loving the way his iron-hard fucker was throbbing in her palm and fingers as she jacked away. The fat ventral vein was pounding and his piss-hole parted, spilling out some globs of clear pre-cum.
The thick, slimy cock-lube trickled down his prick, oiling the cock-lance so that her fist skimmed up and down more fluidly on the spunky lubrication.
Gazing down at that succulent cock-head, Molly was tempted to let him finish off in her mouth-to just bend down and start sucking his prick.
But before she had quite made up he mind to drink his cum-load, Joe was soaring to a crest. He was virile and his balls were jam packed, and he couldn't last long.
"Unghhh! Gonna blow, kiddo!" he grunted.
It always thrilled her to have a guy spurt his cum out, whether the stuff was shooting into her mouth or cunt-hole or only from her hand.
"Yeah-yeah-jizz for me!" she whimpered.
Keeping her eyes glued to the shiny head of his throbbing prick, the naughty teenager jacked his prick as fast as her fist would move.
His balls exploded and she felt his cock-shaft ripple as the thick load came shooting up through the core. Then his cum-cream was spraying from his piss-hole.
Molly watched him cum off in fascination, as her fist kept beating merrily away on his cock. A gooey geyser of cum squirted up so high it damned near splashed against the underside of the bridge. Then a torrent of jism came foaming out and looped out into the river.-
The milky blobs of cum were floating on the placid surface of the water like some fluid fish food.
She pumped more of his jism out onto the river bank, carefully keeping out of the trajectory so that the slimy stuff didn't get her pretty sun dress all sticky.
Joe began to flag finally.
He slumped back against the bridge structure and his prick stopped hosing off. Molly kept on pumping, coaxing out the last of his jizz in a trickle.
She tightened her grip and pulled her hand up, squeezing out the final glob like paste from a tube.
Then she released his cock and smiled at him.
"Jeez-you're a good jerker," he rasped.
"I told you I liked pricks," she chirped.
He waited until he could control his breath. Then he jammed his cock, still semi-soft, back into his pants and zipped his fly up.
Molly waited, fully expecting a good finger-fucking as her just reward.
But Joe gave her a grin and said: "Well, thanks, baby. I'll tell all the guys that you aren't a dyke."
"Errrr-don't you wanna-" she began.
But Joe, satisfied and smug, turned away.
"I'll see you around," he said, as he started back up the embankment. He turned to give her a knowing leer. "Next time I need a hand-job, I'll look you up."
Then, to Molly's dismay, he disappeared.
The girl was furious and frustrated.
What a fucking jerk, she thought.
Then she thought: Naw, I'm the jerk. I should have made him frig me off first.
It made the teenager feel sheepish to be left so much in the lurch. But she guessed that Joe probably just didn't know any better.
And jerking him off had been lots of fun, too, she had to admit.
But it had left her damned horny.
She held her hand up and stared at it. Her palm and fingers were all gooey with his spilled spunk. She bobbed her head down and licked the jizz up. It was yummy. Now she wished that she had had the sense to let him shoot off in her mouth, instead of just her fist.
But it was too late now.
Molly figured she was going to have to take care of her own pussy. She was tempted to finger-fuck herself right there under the bridge. It would be nice to push her fingers up her pussy while they were still slick with Joe's jizz.
But she thought better of it.
If someone had wandered along-a passerby or maybe a troll, under the bridge-she wouldn't have been too ashamed to be seen giving a handsome guy a hand-job. But it would be really embarrassing if someone caught her playing with her own pussy, as if she couldn't get anyone else to do the juicy job for her.
So Molly decided to go back home and finger-fuck herself in the comfort and privacy of her own bedroom.
It was a fateful decision....
CHAPTER FIVE
At the same time, at the other side of the park by the baseball diamond, Molly's kid brother was about to get frustrated in the same way.
Randy had come expecting to meet his friend Tommy Jackson for a game of catch.
But Tommy, of course, wasn't there.
And Randy would have been shocked if he could have known where Tommy happened to be at the moment, and what the boy was about to be doing.
But Randy was in blessed ignorance of that.
He tossed the baseball up and played catch with himself, but that wasn't much fun.
Then he noticed two girls sitting in the bleachers behind first base.
He recognized them as Kate and Sarah, who were good friends with his sister. They were sexy little nymphettes.
Randy wandered in that direction. He was only a kid and didn't have much sexual experience to speak of, but the boy was also at the height of youthful horniness.
Randy had started thinking a lot more about girls than he did sports in the last few months and had fallen into the habit of beating his meat with regularity and consistency-and plenty of pleasure, as well.
He jacked off first thing every morning, still groggy from sleep, and he jacked off every night, as soon as he had gone to bed. Those two daily wanks were as regular as clockwork, on a strict schedule.
The potent teenager also pulled his prick frequently in the course of the day, whenever he found a chance to spill his spunk in his sexy mother's bra or his nubile sister's panties, particularly when he could sneak a pair, unwashed, from the laundry hamper.
Once he had seen Molly naked in the shower and had cum so much he felt dehydrated.
So it was only natural that the virile youth should move toward the girls on the bleachers.
"Hi, Randy," Kate said.
Kate was a redhead with pointy tits and an ass shaped like an upside-down valentine.
"Where's your sister?" Sarah asked him.
Sarah had raven dark hair and the sort of legs that seemed to go on forever.
"Yeah-is she coming out to play?" Kate asked, giggling.
Randy wondered why it should be amusing.
He shrugged, kicking at the ground with his toe and averting his gaze. Randy was bashful and shy around older girls, despite his all-consuming desire for them.
"Wanna be naughty?" Sarah said to Kate.
Kate grinned and nodded, a wicked gleam in her eyes, looking at Randy in a way that made him sweat.
"Wanna see our tits, Randy?" Kate asked.
Randy gulped. His lips moved soundlessly. It took him three attempts to get the words out.
"Oh, yeah!" he finally enthused.
Their boldness amazed and delighted the boy, and he began to get a hard-on, which seemed to delight the two saucy girls.
Randy guessed that they were bad girls. He was sure happy about that, although he wondered why his sweet sister would hang around with them.
Kate opened her blouse, and a moment later Sarah followed suit, squirming as she pulled her blouse open.
Neither girl wore a bra.
Kate had tapered tits and Sarah had round ones, but both sets were lovely and both were capped with big, swollen nipples, like valves in balloons.
Randy gaped at their bare tits in awe.
"You can touch 'em," Kate offered, arching her willowy torso and shoving her tits out invitingly.
Randy couldn't believe his good fortune. The girls were sitting hip to hip on the bleachers, and he knelt down one row below them. He reached out tentatively, expecting them to deny him a feel at the last moment.
But they did no such thing.
The boy touched Kate's nipples with his fingertips and drew his hand back quickly, as if he had been burned by a hot stove. Then he touched her again. His other hand went up to cup one of Sarah's tits.
The girls giggled and squirmed and wriggled around as Randy felt them both up, kneading their firm tit-mounds and pulling at the perky tips.
"Why don't you suck 'em?" Sarah suggested. "Oh!" he gasped.
His mouth opened and his tongue shot out like an iron filing drawn to a meaty magnet. Drool spilled from his lips.
He licked Sarah's stiff nipples, then switched over and lapped at Kate's nipples.
With two sets of tits, the horny boy felt totally and wondrously overwhelmed. Randy was wishing that he had four mouths so he could suck them all at once.
He nursed on one of Kate's pointy tit-tips, then shifted over and sucked on one of Sarah's rosy buds, feeling it swell and stiffen in his lips.
Randy's cock was becoming as hard as a baseball bat.
He continued to turn his face, mouthing each sweet set of tits alternately, finding them equally delectable.
Then the brazen girls did a thing that amazed him.
Randy had one of Kate's nipples in his mouth, and Sarah giggled and bent down, sucking the redhead's other tit-tip into her lips.
Randy drew back in shock.
The girls were watching him, evidently amused by his expression. They took turns sucking on each other's tits and gazed at him, watching his reaction.
The naive youth couldn't understand it. Were they lesbians? No, that couldn't be true, or else they wouldn't have let him suck on their tits.
He was too innocent and inexperienced to know about bisexual girls-that just because a gal liked steak didn't preclude a taste for, say, ice cream.
"Yummy," Sarah purred on Kate's tit.
Randy was gaping in dumbfounded amazement and his eyes were almost popping out.
"But-how come-I mean, you're both girls," the puzzled youth stammered.
"Sure, we're both girls," Sarah said.
"Naughty girls," Kate added.
"You like sucking tit, right? So why shouldn't we like it, too?" Sarah asked the boy. "Kate's tits taste as good to me as they do to you."
"Or your sister," saucy Kate put in.
"Yeah! Molly sure loves a mouthful of fat titty," Sarah said with an impish grin.
"Holy cow!" Randy mumbled.
He didn't know why, but the thought of his nubile sibling sucking tit was making Randy hornier than the thought of sucking on them, himself.
After a bit more nibbling, the girls raised their heads and shoved their tits out to Randy again. He resumed feasting on the meaty tit-mounds, switching back and forth. They cupped their tits, holding them to his face.
"Ummmmm-that feels good," Kate sighed. "Why don't you play with our pussies, too?"
Randy was beyond surprise by this stage, and he slid a hand up Kate's thigh. His other hand moved up Sarah's long, sleek leg, creeping toward her crotch.
He had been mildly surprised that neither girl wore a bra-and now he was startled and scandalized to find that they didn't have any panties on, either.
Kate and Sarah obviously came prepared.
Still sucking on their tits in turn, the boy began to finger-fuck them both at the same time. He stabbed his middle fingers knuckle-deep into their foaming fuck-holes and swept his thumb against their stiff clits.
The naughty nymphs began to juice at once.
Their tight cunts sucked on his fingers and their clits flared against his caressing thumbs. He could smell the hot pussy-perfume wafting from their groins as they neared a simultaneous crest.
"Ahhhh-gonna cream!" Kate wailed.
"Yeah, yeah-frig us off, Randy! Oooooh, sweet shit-my pussy's melting!" the raven-haired beauty gasped, as her cunt started to boil.
Their nipples burst in his lips and their clits exploded against his hands as the eager youth frigged both tarts through the spasms of their cumming.
Thick, milky cunt-cum poured from their pussy-gashes, sliming their crotches and running down their legs and soaking the wooden bleacher seat under their asses.
They squirmed and ground around in bliss. Randy was looking down, fascinated, as he watched both of those steaming pussies cream lavishly.
When he looked up again, he saw that Kate and Sarah were French-kissing each other passionately.
He finished frigging them to the end, then drew his sticky hands back and gazed at the girls hopefully, thinking that they would at least jack him off now.
But they were engrossed with one another.
"He finger-fucks pretty good, huh?" Sarah whispered into Kate's mouth.
"Ummmmm-not as good as his sister, though," Kate replied, probing her lapper into Sarah's mouth. "I creamed off okay-but I still feel horny."
"Me, too," Sarah agreed.
They were callously ignoring Randy now.
"Let's go back to my house, okay?" Kate suggested to her dark-haired girlfriend. "My parents aren't home, so we can get naked and suck each other off."
"Oooooh! What a swell idea!" Sarah exclaimed.
The naughty girls closed their blouses and pulled their short skirts down, standing up. Randy was stunned. He gaped at them balefully.
"Thanks for frigging us off, Randy," Kate said, in a very matter-of-fact tone, as if he had done no more than light cigarettes for them.
"Yeah, thanks-and if you see your sister, tell her to come on over for a suck-session, okay?" Sarah said.
Randy was speechless.
The girls walked off, laughing, arms around each other's tiny waist and sweet asses swaying provocatively as they moved hip to hip.
Randy stared after them in a daze.
He wanted to run after them, to ask if he could come with them and watch the cunt-lapping. But his voice wasn't working, and his hard-on was too heavy to lift. He felt as if his prick had nailed him to the bleachers.
He opened his fly and his cock leaped out like a lightning bolt, his balls rolling below the cock-stalk. He wrapped his fist around the hairy hilt, frigging back and making the huge cock-head loom out, naked and flushed and dripping.
He needed to put that stiff prick into something.
The only option he had was his baseball glove. He slid it onto his left hand and held it before his loins, fitting the head of his prick into the pocket. It wasn't a cunt, to be sure, but it was better than nothing.
He closed the pocket around his hard-on and began to stroke his prick.
The boy was so horny that he shot off on the third pull.
His jizz came out in thick white blobs and plenty of it. By the time his balls had been emptied, the pocket of his glove was brimful of cum.
The cum-load was so thick and white that it looked as if he had caught a melted baseball.
He knelt there, gasping and panting.
His balls were slack and drained but his cock was still rock hard. He knew that it was going to take countless hand-jobs before he could manage to soften his prick today.
The confused boy stuffed his prick back into his jeans with difficulty, since the cock-stalk was still much too stiff to bend. He managed to get it tucked into his fly and dragged the zipper up.
Then he slumped on the seat, bent over his bulging groin, thinking about what had just happened to him and what he had learned about his sister.
Could it be true?
In a way, Randy hated to think that his sister was a deviate, yet in another it thrilled him to the core.
And it presented all sorts of possibilities.
He was determined to confront Molly with what he had just discovered. If she admitted it was true, maybe he could even blackmail her, he figured. If he were to threaten to tell Mom and Dad that she was a cunt-lapper, maybe his sister would bribe him with a blow-job.
It seemed to Randy that a girl who would suck cunt was likely to suck cock, too.
And how Randy longed for that sexy sibling mouth to suck on his prick!
It would be oral incest and it would be wrong-but that only made the prospect more exciting.
Randy was going home in hopes that he would find Molly there. His balls were already filling up again, but he wasn't about to jack off another time-he was going to save his next cum-load in heavenly hopes.
But first he had to catch his breath.
Which was why Molly was going to get home first.
And the stage was about to be set.
* * *
Casper Taunton had sucked his secretary off and dashed out to buy some flowers and go home to his loving wife to celebrate their wedding anniversary.
Molly Taunton had jacked off a quarterback and tasted his cum on her hand, and now she was en route to her room to play with her pussy.
Randy Taunton, dazed by dark desire and thrilled by his secret knowledge, was hunched over his hard-on, summoning up the energy to haul it home.
And so, three members of the Taunton family were destined to arrive back at the house, one by one, in sequence and not very far apart.
And at that house, blissfully unaware of other events, Catherine Taunton, wife and mother, stood in the kitchen with a bottle of Coke in her hand-and all sorts of lustful ideas parading through her mind, while a young boy no older than her own teenaged son sat on the living room couch with a booming hard-on pounding in his jeans.
To her credit, Catherine didn't really mean to seduce Tommy Jackson. He was her son's classmate. She wouldn't dare to have sex with him.
But she could tease him by flashing her tits and maybe giving him a glimpse of her pussy, and take satisfaction by knowing that the next time the boy beat his meat he would be thinking about her body.
So she went in to give him a Coke.
And she wound up giving him a whole lot more....
CHAPTER SIX
Catherine handed Tommy the Coke, then curled up beside him on the couch. She leaned forward and let her fat tits spill from her neckline.
The big tits swayed out, her rosy nipples standing like high caliber bullets. That sight almost pulled the teenager's eyes right out of their sockets.
He took a sip from the soda bottle to cover his nervousness and embarrassment. Catherine heard his teeth lightly clicking on the rim as his mouth trembled.
"What are you looking at, young man?', ' the wanton wife asked in a bantering tone.
"Oh, gee-Mrs. Taunton-"
He was blushing and squirming, ashamed of his hard-on and unable to tear his eyes from her naked tits.
"These?" she asked.
She cupped her huge tits in both hands and lifted them toward his fascinated face. The massive tit-mounds were like meaty boulders in an earthquake.
She held the tit-globes up and the seductively pulled her fingers and thumbs up the stiff nipples.
"Do you like my tits, Tommy."
"Jeez-I-you're Randy's mom!" he croaked.
That reminder that this handsome youth was the same age as her own son made her hotter.
Whatever inhibitions Catherine might have still have were rapidly melting away in the heat of her lust and the lady was forgetting about the limitations that she had intended to impose.
She wanted the boy to do more than just look at her body now.
"Why don't you feel them?" she purred.
The youth hesitated. Catherine moved one leg, lifting her knee. Her frilly negligee fell open from the hips and her blonde cunt-bush was revealed.
Tommy didn't know where to look. He stared at her pussy and at her tits and at his own swollen cock-bulge, flustered and confused and uncertain.
Releasing her tits so that they swung free, Catherine reached out and took the boy by his wrists. She pulled one hand onto a fat tit and drew the other down to her crotch. His palm cupped her golden cunt-muff and his fingers dipped down to stroke her steamy pussy.
She kissed his lips, flicking her tongue out, her whole curvaceous body undulating as the ardent youth felt up her tits and fingered her fuck-slot. Cunt-juice was running heavily down into the crack of her ass.
"Do I feel good, Tommy? Hmmmm? Does my body feel good, you lovely boy?"
"Oh! Ohhhhh, yeah!" he groaned.
Tommy wondered if he was dreaming. Maybe so much blood had rushed into his raging hard-on that he had passed out and was having a wet dream on her couch.
But her flesh was far too solid and real to be the stuff of a dream. His hand closed on a tit and his other hand rubbed in her cunt-slot.
"Are you comfortable, dear?" she purred. "Would you feel better if I took your cock and balls out? It must be painful to have your hard-on jammed in your pants."
She didn't wait for a reply.
She reached down and opened his fly, dipping her hand in and dragging his cock and balls out from his jeans. His cock felt as hard as the Coke bottle she had just been handling.
"Oooooh! What a lovely prick you have, Tommy," she sighed. "I just love your young cock."
She stroked up and down on his cock-shaft, skimming lightly. Then she tightened her grip and frigged harder, squeezing his prick and skinning his foreskin back so that his purple cock-head bulged out, flushed to a reddish hue, hot and dripping from the cleft.
She worked her thumb against the sensitive underside of his flaring cock-knob, making him shudder. More pre-cum bubbled from his open piss-hole.
She could tell from the way his cock-meat was pounding that the boy would get his rocks off quickly if she fell into a steady frigging rhythm. She certainly wanted to drain his balls for him, of course, but she was in no hurry for that creamy conclusion.
She was having so much fun that she wanted to make the heavy petting last for a while.
She slid her hand back to the hilt of his prick and leaned down. She swung her tits back and forth, brushing both nipples against his cock-head. Her swollen pink tit-tips turned slimy from his seepage.
Her radiant face ducked down and she licked at her own gooey nipples. She was watching the boy's face as she did this, delighted by his look of profound awe.
"Ummmm! Your spunk tastes delicious," she whispered, running her lapper over her slimy tit-peaks."
She shoved her tits up and out again. They loomed in his face and the frantic youth automatically sucked a fat nipple into his lips. He didn't know if his own cum was as delicious as she seemed to think, but he sure as shit knew that her tits were tasty.
Catherine was teasing the boy unmercifully, using all of her mature wiles on his innocence.
She drew his hand out of her groin and brought it to her mouth, licking her on cunt-cream from his fingers. Then she held it to his face and the boy took a lap, tasting her cunt on his own hand.
Catherine squeezed his balls, feeling his jizz-load sliding around inside the hairy bags.
She was hot to suck his prick now and let the boy shoot off in her mouth.
But his cock was overflowing like a fountain and she knew that he would shoot his wad off the second his cock-meat was encased in her magic mouth. She didn't want that. Drinking the cum was the very best part of giving a boy a blow-job, but Catherine loved to savor the meat course before she gulped down the creamy dessert.
And she knew that Tommy would be able to cum more than once, in the potency of his tender youth. She figured it would be a good idea to jack him off first, taking the pressure off, then enjoy a long suck for his second load of cum.
She started to stroke his prick steadily.
Then she slipped down to the floor, on her knees, and thrust her tits out. She took his prick into her cleavage, holding the firm tit-globes around his throbbing fucker.
"Fuck my tits, Tommy!" she panted. "Fuck me between my fat tits!"
Tommy began to hump, his ass driving up from the couch, sliding his prick through her cleft. Her face was turned down as she watched his cock-head vanish between her tits, then come squeezing back out.
His cock-knob skimmed up her breastbone and nudged into the fluttering hollow of her throat. His piss-hole was spilling out a slug track out of her cleavage. His pre-cum lay as greasy and thick as suntan lotion on her tit-meat.
"Shoot, Tommy-spunk me!" she cried.
"Arghhhh!" he howled, pumping up frantically. His balls dragged up her tummy and bounced off the lower slopes of her tits as he fucked between them. "Here it comes, Mrs. Taunton!"
"Yes-oh, yes!" she panted, bobbing her head down, her face right over his prick.
He rammed his cock up through her tit-tunnel and a great gout of cock-spume spurted out.
The thick slime sprayed right into Catherine's eager face.
He jerked down and spilled spunk into her tit-tunnel as his prick sank into that deep chasm, then shoved it up and fed a jism-jet to her face again.
Her mouth was open and her tongue was looped out over her lower Up. Her taste buds were going wild as they registered the flavor of the boy's cock-cream.
He was shooting off steadily, spurting cum as he drove up and squirting again as he pulled back.
Cum streamed along her cheeks and dripped from her chin. He hosed her panting lips and tingling tongue with a thick and steady spray of cum.
His balls drained off slowly, sinking in as if they had a slow leak. His last spurt splattered in her radiant, spunk-filmed face and the boy slumped back.
His cock came sliding out of her gooey cleavage. His balls were slackened, but his prick was standing as tall and thick and stiff as if he hadn't just shot his wad.
Catherine smiled with her creamy lips when she saw that, and knew that she had calculated correctly-that this virile youth could definitely cum more than once and the tit-fucking had been only for starters.
She swallowed the jizz that was already in her mouth and dropped her head down to scoop up more of the spillage from her tits and out of her cleavage.
Catherine was lapping up the boy's first load as a cummy canape, whetting her appetite for the full load she intended to ingest next, drinking it right out of his cock on his second lavish unloading.
And her sordid hunger was having an effect on Tommy, too. As the young man watched this lovely, voluptuous lady tonguing up his cum to work up her own appetite, the sight was inspiring him to prepare the main course for her.
Her avid slurping was self-serving, making her yearn for what the sight was creating.
Tommy's cum-bags began to balloon instantly as his spermaries poured more hot cum into them.
Catherine eyed his prick hungrily as she licked up the dregs of his initial creaming. She slid her lapper out and showed the boy how the pink meat was coated with his cock-lube.
He gasped and his cock began to beat like a drum.
It was time for cock-starved Catherine to savor a suck of his teenaged cock-meat.
But it also happened to be the time when her husband got home, sheepish at having forgotten their wedding anniversary and clutching a big bouquet of flowers....
Casper came in the front door. He was making no attempt at stealth. That was the farthest thing from his mind, for he had no reason to be sneaky, as far as he knew.
But both Tommy and Catherine were much too preoccupied with each other to hear the door close or his footsteps coming down the hall.
Hearing indistinct sounds from the front room, he headed for it and stepped into the doorway.
He almost fainted.
His curvaceous wife was curled up on her flank, her lush body naked. Her mouth and tits were slimy and her eyes were aglow with desire. Her nipples were standing out like little rosy rockets ready to be launched, and her pussy was spilling out frothy juice.
A teenaged boy-a friend of their own son, Casper realized-was sprawled on the couch, with his jeans down around his knees and a huge hard-on jutting up.
His prick was all slathered with spunk and it was evident that he had just shot a wad-that Casper had gotten home only moments after the boy had climaxed. But it was equally evident that the potent youth needed to cum again. His prick was hard as a crowbar still and his balls were swelling bigger by the instant.
Catherine was gazing at his cock hungrily.
Good God, Casper thought. My loving wife is gonna blow that randy young man-and on our wedding anniversary!
His first impulse was to rush into the living room and vent his anger.
He was scandalized and outraged at discovering that the wife to whom he had always been so staunchly faithful, in his own fashion, was cheating on him-with a young boy, and on their anniversary, to boot.
Yet some voyeur's instinct froze him in place.
He had had a stiff prick when he came in, and now that hard-on had turned to steel. Casper felt as if he had been impaled on his own prick, bolted to the floor by his hard-on, as if it ran right down his leg and spread out, taking root like a meaty tree under his heels.
His emotions were a jumble, a roiling turmoil rushing through his mind. He was hurt and jealous, to be sure-but it was also making him horny as hell.
If he had arrived home in time to prevent the adultery from starting, he probably would have burst in on them and nipped it in the bud.
But since his wife had somehow-hand-job, tit-fuck, whatever-milked the teenager off once, it was a bit late to prevent his cuckolding and her cheating.
There would be plenty of time to give her hell after the deed, he reasoned.
For the moment, the man thought that he might as well enjoy the exquisite torment of playing the peeper on his wife's faithless behavior, letting the lady incriminate herself even further, gather more evidence before the confrontation and the castigation.
Besides, watching was a real kick.
He stepped back into the shadows, so that they could not see him but he was still able to observe all the sordid and juicy details.
His cock was pounding painfully and he opened his fly and drew his cock out without even thinking about it. The man stood there with a bouquet of flowers clutched in his left hand and his prick firmly grasped in his right fist.
Then, unaware that she was being watched, Catherine dove in to suck some cock and drink some cum....
CHAPTER SEVEN
How happy cock-hungry Catherine was that she had been clever enough to let her young lover shoot off between her tits for starters, so that she would be able to enjoy a more prolonged prick-plating before he creamed again.
Dropping her blonde head down, she began to lick and lave the boy's balls.
She was holding her face tilted to one side so that Tommy could stare down with his haunted, disbelieving eyes and see her tongue working on his balls, knowing that the sight would thrill the youth as much as the sensation.
She was also, without knowing it, affording her husband a perfect view. , Her lapper flashed and danced on his solid balls and she purred as she savored the flavor, relishing the musky ball-meat as an hors d'oeuvre.
"Ummmmm-yummy!" she whimpered.
She lifted his cum-sacs in her hand and dipped her lapper in to wash the underside.
Then she sucked on the boy's swollen balls, as if she wanted to drink his cum-load right from the source, sucking his cum through the hairy bags.
Tommy gaped down at her face and ran his hand over the back of her head encouragingly.
But Catherine certainly didn't need any encouragement. The wanton woman adored cock and cum, and the thought of sucking off a sturdy teenaged cock was driving her crazy with passion.
She worked on his balls a bit longer, then began to lick up and down his stiff prick.
She placed her flattened tongue against the base of his cock and drew it slowly up, licking along the raised ridge of his pulsating ventral vein. She flutter-kissed him under his cock-head.
She fitted her parted lips to his prick-shaft and drew them up and down, humming on the meaty rod as if she were playing on a flute.
"Ohhhhh-Mrs. Taunton!" the boy gasped.
Her husband was glad to hear that her young lover at least addressed her correctly.
She slobbered and slurped up and down on the heavily veined underside of his throbbing cock, making the cock-meat jolt like a lightning rod in her lips.
"Is this nice, Tommy?" she whispered.
"Oh, yeah-you've got some mouth."
"My mouth is like a cunt, darling," she purred. "I want you to fuck it like a cunt."
Tommy tried to jam his prick into her facial fuck-hole when he heard that, but she playfully avoided the hot mouthful. She was enjoying the licking for the moment, wanting to pleasure her lapper for a while longer, before she got down to the serious business of sucking him dry.
She skimmed up and down on his cock-meat, using it like a mouth organ, making it vibrate like a tuning fork.
She licked his balls at the bottom of the stroke and the flaring underside of his cock-head as she pulled her lips back up to the tip on the upsweep.
Pre-cum oozed freely from his piss-hole and dribbled down the purple slab, sluggish as quicksilver. It ran on down his cock-rod and welled in the corner of her lips.
Her mouth was gathering up cock-lube as it slid up and drenched his prick with saliva at the same time, as the succulence of his sweet jizz caused the lustful lady to drool heavily.
She was relishing the licking and the fluting, j but his virile cum-bags were swelling explosively, and so much pre-cum was bubbling from his piss-hole that Catherine was afraid the boy might shoot his wad prematurely.
She sure didn't want him to spurt off until s she had his prick in her ravenous maw.
She gave his prick a last lick and drew back.
"What am I?" she whispered. . "Huh?"
"Call me a cock-sucker, darling."
Tommy groaned-and so did the tormented husband standing in the hallway, with the anniversary flowers in one hand and his prick in the other.
"You're a cock-sucker," Tommy rasped.
He gave her a sharp look, hoping she wouldn't be offended, even though she had asked him to define her role.
But she was smiling with her cummy lips, and the boy began to get into the spirit of the pillow talk.
"Cocksucker ... cum-drinker ... ball-licker!" he hissed.
She purred at the compliments.
Her tawny head ducked down over his hard cock and she began to whip her lapper on the tip, sweeping it across and dipping into his piss-hole.
His cock-head was glistening and her saliva was sizzling on the hot cock-meat.
She danced her tongue all over his prick-knob, washing the slick slab, bathing him with her slobber. Mighty spasms shook his prick.
The pre-cum was sliming out as thick as condensed milk by this time. She drew back to gaze fondly at his cock. A glob of cock-lube came out fat as a raw oyster. Her lapper flicked out and gathered it up.
She savored it on her taste buds for a moment, then gulped it down, swallowing with her mouth open.
Another thick, viscous blob squeezed from his piss-slit, shimmering like a fluid pearl.
Catherine sucked this drop of pre-cum up with her lips, nuzzling her maw to the tip of his prick and purring like a cat. His seepage was making her hungrier by the second, hot to swallow his whole steaming cum-load.
"Are you ready to cum, Tommy?" she asked.
"Yeah! Milk me off, Mrs. Taunton!" he gasped. Then remembering what she loved, he changed the phrasing. "Suck me off and drink my jizz, you cock-sucker!"
"Oooooh! Use my mouth for a cum-bucket, darling-fuck me in the face!" she enthused.
She kissed the gooey tip of his prick, then let her lips slowly part, sucking it in.
Tommy was ready to cream off and Catherine was ready to suck it from his cock.
And her husband was ready to watch it.
But now Casper, too, was being observed .
* * *
Coming home to give herself a good finger-fucking after she had jacked off the boy under the bridge, Molly was surprised to see her father's car parked in the driveway. It was unusual for him to be home at that hour.
Her first thought was disappointment. like her mom, Molly made a lot of noise when she creamed her cunt off, and she hated to have to restrain the sounds because her mother and father might hear them.
But then it occurred to the horny teenager that maybe Daddy had come home for a midday fuck. She had often listened to the sounds of parental passion at night and in the morning. And now she was thinking that if she sneaked into the house very quietly, she just might be lucky enough to get a look at them locked in lust.
So, instead of entering via the front door, Molly slipped around to the back and went in through the kitchen, closing the door quietly and tiptoeing across the room.
When she looked down the hallway, the girl blinked in shock-then she grinned with delight.
Her handsome father was standing outside the living room door, with a big bouquet of flowers in one hand and his enormous prick in the other.
Molly gazed longingly at his stiff fucker.
The girl had no idea what Daddy was spying on in the front room, but she was sure as hell going to spy on him, bringing up the tail end of a visual daisy-chain.
Cupping a hand to her sizzling pussy, Molly watched from the kitchen as Casper watched from the hallway, and Catherine got down to sucking cock in earnest....
CHAPTER EIGHT
Catherine fed the boy's hard prick into her mouth.
The collar of her sensual lips pushed down around his bulging cock-head and she slurped that steaming, greasy, flushed slab into her mouth.
"Ummmmm!" she whimpered. Licking had been lovely, but having the kid's prick buried in her mouth was even better. Her lips pursed around his cock, everting just below the flaring cock-head, saliva dribbling down his prick.
Her cheeks sucked in under her high cheek bones as she inhaled on his prick, then puffed out as she blew down his cock as if inflating his balls.
Tommy stabbed up, ready to fuck her face.
But Catherine raised her head so that only the cock-knob stayed in her lips as she worked voraciously on the slab. His long cock-lance stood out between them, like a bridge spanning the gap from his balls to her mouth.
She twisted her face around on the pivot of his prick, screwing her lips on his prick-knob like a pliable nut winding onto a meaty bolt.
She sucked and nursed, making plenty of moist, slurping sounds, adding wet sound effects that added to the youth's pleasure-and to Casper's, as well.
Saliva streamed down his cock-shaft, shot through with gooey ribbons of pre-cum. She was panting down his prick, gasping and gulping and gurgling gleefully.
"Urnmmmm-ahhhhh!" she sighed, sucking as if she were inhaling his cock right down into her lungs. Her tongue was switching back and forth, laving the underside of his sensitive purple prick-knob.
Tommy's cock bucked violently, recoiling.
"Wanna jizz me, baby?" the wanton housewife whimpered, speaking right on his cock-knob.
"Yeah-milk me, you hot-mouthed whore!" Tommy rasped, pumping his prick in deeper.
Thick cock-lube oozed onto her tongue as he stabbed his fucker into her sucking mouth.
Catherine began to push her lips down now, taking more than just the crown of his cock into her mouth. Blonde hair tumbling about, she fed more cock-meat in.
Casper watched his wife swallow on down to the hairy hilt of her young lover's cock-shaft. That long prick vanished in her hot mouth.
"Yeah-take it all, tramp!" Tommy moaned. "Deep-throat my cock, you sweet slut!"
The boy had learned what she liked, all right, and was no longer shy about expressing his desires.
She gagged as the head of his cock fucked deep into her throat.
Her lips were plastered to the thick root, her nose pressed in his crotch hair and her trembling chin cushioned on his balls.
She held his cock buried for a few moments, then drew back up, lips fluting.
"Ahhhhhh!" she sighed, as she sucked ravenously through every tasty inch.
She worked on his cock-knob for a while, then moved her tawny head down and gulped it all in again. Tommy was humping up from the couch to meet her face as she wantonly shoved her head down on all of his prick.
"Ulphhhhh!" she gulped, swallowing it all. Then she purred as she nursed on the cock-knob again, her magic mouth working wonders on his fucker.
"Shoot in my mouth-hose me with your sweet slime!" she moaned on his cock-head.
She began to duck up and down in the steady rhythm that she new would get his rocks off. Her face turned. She took his prick-knob into one cheek, then the other, the outline bulging out. Then she took his cock down her gullet again.
As her lips sank down and pulled up, she was using her lapper to lave the underside of his slimy, sliding prick, pleasing his prick in all ways.
His cock-lance was swollen so gigantically now that it was stretching her mouth out wide as she pushed on down to the hilt.
Tommy held a hand behind her head and rammed up, face-fucking her in a rising frenzy. She bobbed down to meet him greedily as he hammered it to her head savagely.
So much pre-cum was spilling out that, for an instant, Catherine thought that the boy had cum. But he kept on pounding away and she realized, to her delight, that she still had that explosive treat ahead of her.
"Jizz me-whitewash my fucking throat! Feed me your hot, thick slime!" she begged.
Then she jammed down and gorged on all of his cock-meat again.
Tommy threw his head back and howled like a wolf baying at the moon.
He whipped his fucker into her mouth furiously as he soared to the crest. He shoved her head down and pumped his prick in with lightning-fast strokes.
His climax hit as he buried his prick.
His first spurt of cum splashed straight down her throat so that she didn't get to taste it. But he shot again on the backstroke and his fuck-juice boiled into her tongue, thick and sweet as hot honey.
Catherine gulped and gurgled as she gleefully gargled his goo. Her head kept moving up and down. She was taking a spurt down her throat, then another on her tongue. His cum filled her mouth and she swallowed it rapturously, and then the potent youth topped her mouth off again.
Tommy squirted off and Catherine gulped it down. She was drinking voraciously, but the young boy's cum-load was so lavish that she couldn't manage to swallow every drop. Cum overflowed her lips and ran down both sides of her chin.
It gave her fascinated husband a chance to see exactly what his wife was drinking.
Catherine was in a cum-drinker's bliss as she kept on drinking from his prick, sucking out creamy cables and slimy ropes and gooey clouds of cum from his cock-knob.
She figured she must have swallowed a fucking bucketful of cum by the time he stopped shooting.
Her mouth was brimful of his last spurt of cock-spume. She relished it for a moment before she swallowed it down.
Cum swirled in her cheeks and clung cloyingly to the arched roof of her maw and oozed through her teeth. Her tongue was floating in cock-cream. Some of the succulent spunk was spilling from her lips.
Drained dry, Tommy sprawled back along the couch, his whole young body trembling violently. He was squirming around like a marionette on his own slimy cock, feeling as if his lascivious lady had sucked his brains out through his prick.
Catherine kept on sucking to make sure that she had emptied him to the dregs, and he groaned. If she kept that up, his eyeballs were going to cave in.
Finally, she drew her mouth from his cock-meat.
She gazed at his prick speculatively. His balls were slack again, but his prick was still fat and firm, and she thanked her lucky stars for the potency of youth.
She slid down and used her tongue to gather up all the stray drops of cum that had escaped her mouth and trickled down his cock-shaft. She lapped some jism from his balls. Then she took his cock-head back into her lips and began to suck again, polishing the slab to a purple luster.
Tommy groaned-and his balls started to recharge, slowly filling up yet again.
He fucked tentatively into her face, thinking that this insatiable cum-gulper was going to suck him off again-and more than willing to supply another nourishing load of cum.
But then she pulled away, grinning.
"Was that a nice blow-job, dear?" she purred.
"Oh, yeah! You've got a swell mouth!" he gasped.
"Would you like to fuck my cunt, now?" she asked.
He grinned and his prick bucked with enthusiasm.
Now Catherine was ready to get fucked on her anniversary, while her husband spied from the hallway, and a daughter looked at a daddy, in turn.....
CHAPTER NINE
Catherine leaned down to give the head of the boy's cock a last lap, then dropped back along the couch, lifting her knees and parting her thighs.
She arched her slender back and tilted her creamy cunt up to the angle of fucking. Her ass swayed and she wriggled her hips invitingly.
Tommy knelt between her legs, bending down to kiss her mouth, then her tits. His hard prick was thrusting out over her belly, dripping saliva along with a few gooey drops that hinted his next cum-load was starting to ooze out.
"Fuck me!" she urged him.
The youth dipped down and angled his iron-hard fucker into the woman's steamy groin.
He paused with just the cock-tip in, his expression turning to awe and amazement as he discovered that Catherine's cunt worked just like her mouth!
That greedy cunt was sucking his prick in, swallowing his prick-meat hungrily. The boy didn't even have to hump-her pussy was just dragging his cock deeper.
Tommy shuddered. It felt as if she were going to pull his prick right off his loins by the clinging suction of her pussy. He looked down and saw his cock-knob vanish into that hot slit with a juicy slurp.
He had used her mouth for a cunt, and now her cunt was playing the mouth on his prick, as if the poles of her body had changed, the roles of her holes reversed.
He held himself over her, his weight on his hands and knees, letting her pull him in. A third of his prick had disappeared now and, as he watched, she dragged another inch into her sucking pussy. Her pliable pussy-lips distended down his cock-shaft, took a firm grip, and dragged more up into her fuck-hole. The inner cunt-rings contracted and clung to his prick.
Three quarters of his long cock-rod were in her and she paused, squirming on it.
"Feed it to me, baby-give me all of your cock! Stuff me full, darling!"
Tommy's hard ass corkscrewed and he rammed his loins out, fucking his cock into the hilt. His balls hit her up-thrust ass-cheeks and her cunt-slot plastered to the root of his buried cock as if they'd been glued together, her cunt-sleeve bonded to the contours of his cock-meat.
The boy held it all up her, making his prick-muscles pulse and grinding it abound in her pussy. He was whining like a dog the not feeling of having every inch of his fucker buried in hot pussy.
Catherine was weaving her ass and hips about, whimpering with the pleasure of, a cuntful of stuff, throbbing, teenaged cock-meat. It felt as if she had rammed a red-hot poker up into her pussy.
She began to fuck first, while the boy was still braced motionless above her.
She pulled her pussy very slowly down his cock-shaft until his purple prick-knob appeared in her slot, waited a moment, then shoved her pussy back up and took him balls-deep again.
"Fuck-fuck-fuck!" she squealed, urging the youth to meet her motions.
Tommy jerked spasmodically and started to fuck into her. He pumped in as she jolted down, driving his prick into the depths of her cunt.
His ass was spiraling and corkscrewing and hers was jolting and jerking as she ground away under him, taking his fuck-lunges in a randy rapture.
They were fucking away with equal passion now, matching each other's torrid pace and steamy vigor. As Tommy drew his cock back, Catherine rolled her pelvis so that her cunt was winding on his cock-shaft, adding torque to the straight in-and-out action, building up a fierce friction.
The boy sank down and fucked into her with an under slung cock-stroke, tilting her loins up. Then his ass jerked up and he shoveled it in from above, running his cock-rod across her clit as it sank in. He bounced her solid ass up and down on the couch.
They were pushing and pulling with such passion that they were like two dogs fighting over a bone.
The boy was inexperienced, but he more than made up for that by his youthful vitality and enthusiasm. His cock slogged in with a hiss as it filled her smoldering fuck-hole, then came out with a slurp, against the suction of that clinging, clutching squeezebox of a cunt.
He grunted and groaned in his glory and Catherine whimpered and moaned as she worked her hips lasciviously. Her ass bucked and her hips pumped with a pistoning motion. She arched and squirmed and undulated.
She was dancing on his prick.
To her watching husband, it seemed that she was doing the anniversary waltz.
Catherine was jerking her lust-crazed face from side to side, biting her lower lip, her eyes glazed by desire. She was drooling, her saliva mixed with the residue of the blow-job, turning her trembling chin creamy.
She bucked so savagely that she damned near tossed the rider from the saddle. The boy grasped her under her churning ass to maintain his perch as he pounded in.
She curled up into a tight coil, then shot her long legs out and bridged her body. It was like sticking his prick into a whirling Dervish as he fucked merrily away.
Her fuck-hole was sodden, yet the inner rings were so trim that they gripped his cock tightly, clinging to the contours of his cock-shaft.
He rammed in, making her moan, then jerked back out and pulled her pussy-lips along his cock-rod, as if he were trying to drag her pussy inside out. He rammed in again, grinding his hard prick over her swollen clit.
Catherine whipped her knees up toward her tits and locked her thighs around his hips. Her heels rubbed in the crack of his ass and drummed on the ass-cheeks.
"Spunk me, baby! Cum in me!" she babbled.
Ready to cream off, Catherine was holding back, waiting for her young lover's cum-load. She knew it felt better to cum when a cock was draining off inside her pussy.
Her feet flew up and pumped over his haunches as if she were pedaling a bicycle up a hill.
He was soaring to his crest and she was already at the peak, waiting for him to join her in juicing. Her cunt was starting to melt and pre-cum was dribbling from his piss-hole, adding to the deluge.
He plunged in on the cum-strokes, now, his ass a blur, his balls whacking her crotch like a blackjack. Her slim belly cupped, ready to be filled. The wanton woman was fucking as fast as the virile youth, slamming her hot cunt up and down on his stiff prick.
As his pussy-plunger stuffed her to the brim, cunt-cum came pouring from her gash, soaking her groin and spilling down into the crack of her ass.
"Cum, Tommy! Shoot in me!" she begged.
Her fuck-hole was so creamy now it felt as if he were shoving his prick into a paste pot, driving the purple prow in through bow waves of goo.
"Here it is!" he cried.
"Yeah-yeah!" she gurgled, feeling his cockshaft swell and lurch violently. Then torrents of thick fuck-juice were squirting into her cunt.
Catherine wailed with bliss as she felt his steaming jism jet into her. She let herself go. Her clit went off like a bomb and the core of her cunt turned to foam. His jizz shot in like molten lead into a mold and her cunt-cum swirled out to blend with it, filling her to the brim with their combined cum-creams.
They fucked each other through the convulsive mutual cumming, the simultaneous spasms.
It seemed to last for a very long time.
Nor were they the only ones creaming off.....
Casper had simply been holding his rock-hard prick in his hand as he watched.
Then his wife and her young lover were at the crest and the tortured man could see that the boy was squirting his cum-load into the woman.
Seeing his wife getting filled up by another guy's fuck-juice drove Casper crazy.
He jacked up and down on his cock and his climax surged instantly. His jizz sped up his cock-shaft and jetted from his cock-head in a gooey geyser, falling to the floor like lava, the fat blobs bouncing, then sliding slimily over the carpet. Casper was so turned on that all of his cum-load came out in only three spurts-huge spurts-and the man staggered back, his legs turning limp.
But his cock stayed hard.
And his eyes remained glued to the scene....
Crouched in the kitchen doorway, Molly had her gaze fixed on her father and both hands cupped on her cunt.
Her pussy was smoldering in her palm and her mouth was just as hot as .she stared at her daddy's cock. How that naughty girl lusted for him! She longed to suck that paternal prick, to drink his fatherly fuck-juice.
The instant that she saw his spunk spurt out, Molly creamed off in her hands and her mouth filled up with so much drool she seemed to be having an oral orgasm.
Casper finished foaming off, but his massive prick remained rampant and rigid and his daughter finished creaming on her hands. But her cunt stayed sizzling hot.
One hand-job was not about to satisfy either of them, on this bizarre anniversary
CHAPTER TEN
Catherine and Tommy finished cumming, slowly pumping away as they fucked each other through the fading spasms. The last of his cum-load trickled into her, and the boy stopped fucking and grinned down at her.
Catherine continued to grind away for a few moments, making sure that she had milked him dry and worked her own cumming off to the sweet dregs.
Then she stopped squirming and they embraced, clinging together, still united. He gave her a last gentle push-pull with his prick, then drew it out. His cock was starting to sag down at long last, turning limp and shrinking.
Her cunt-slot stayed open, retaining the outline of his prick. Cunt-cum and jizz, all mixed together, streamed from that open oval, lathering her groin.
He moved off her, and she sat up. They kissed affectionately and she bent down to suck his soft prick, sucking the fuck-slime from it, polishing his prick to a gloss.
Then she sat up and kissed his lips again, lightly.
"Thank you, Tommy-I needed that," she purred.
"Yeah! I'll come over and we can fuck and suck every day, if you wanna!" he enthused.
But Catherine frowned slightly, looking guilty.
"Tommy, dear-we mustn't ever do it again," she said.
"Huh?" he grunted, looking puzzled and confused and hurt, as if he thought this woman had simply used him, like a dildo-which, in truth, she had.
Catherine wanted to let him down gently.
"You see, it might not seem so, but I'm a happily married woman," she explained. "I never cheat on my husband. Today was an exception. It's our wedding anniversary, you see, and Casper forgot all about it. That made me angry and horny and-well, things just got out of hand. I guess I wanted to get even with him-and I had the hots for you, too, of course. But we can't do it again."
The boy looked disconsolate.
And her words had a great effect on her husband, too.
With the raging pressure relieved by his hand-job, Casper was able to think more clearly now. And when he heard his wife say that she had never cheated on him except for today, which had been partly his own fault for forgetting that it was their anniversary, he was relieved. Whatever anger and jealousy he had felt beneath the surface of his lust faded away. Catherine was a good and faithful wife, and Casper knew that he shouldn't blame her for a single indiscretion.
He figured that it would be better if he never even let on that he knew about it.
If she confessed, he would forgive her.
If not, he would forget about it-except for moments of fevered remembrance at the peak of passion.
Having determined to keep his knowledge a secret, Casper levered his still-stiff cock back into his pants and zipped them up.
Then he moved quietly away and went out to his car. He was going to drive around the block a few times, to give Catherine's young lover time to depart, then he would return home with the flowers, just as if he knew nothing of what had happened.
But things didn't work out quite like that....
As soon as her daddy had left the house, Molly came creeping out of the kitchen and down the hallway.
Her pussy was steaming between her thighs and cunt-cum was spilling down her slim legs and laying a pearly trail along the carpet behind her. The teenager's tongue was lolling out.
Molly was eager to sneak a look into the living room and see just what on earth her father had been spying on while he beat his meat. She was curious, of course, and also figured it had to be an exciting sight.
But Casper had sprayed his cum all over the hallway and before his daughter reached the door to the front room, she found herself standing over a puddle of his jism. It lay congealing at her feet, all thick and tasty looking, and she just had to linger there for a moment, distracted from her peeper's quest by the cum he had frigged out.
Molly dropped down onto all fours and lowered her face, remembering how tantalizing that jism had looked as it jetted forth from her daddy's huge prick.
The nymphette breathed in, inhaling the gamy, starchy aroma of that parental prick-pond that was glistening so lavishly just under her face.
Her lapper curled out and she licked up a mouthful of the slippery slime. She whimpered as her taste buds sparked. Even licked up from the rug, her father's fuck-juice was scrumptious and she could imagine what the stuff would taste like if she were to gulp it straight from his prick.
She slurped up another tongueful, savored it, swallowed it down, then moved on and peeked through the door.
Holy fuck, she thought. No wonder Daddy was jacking off!
Her mother was sprawled out naked on the couch, her lips smeared with cum and her cunt overflowing with the mingled cream of a double cumming.
Young Tommy Jackson was standing beside the couch, tugging his jeans up.
Molly, being naturally cock-eyed, looked at his loins automatically. But his balls were slack and his cock was soft and shrunken. There wasn't much to see there-but she was thrilled by the certain knowledge that the youth had a wilted prick because he had just shot his cum into her mother's mouth and cunt.
She shifted her gaze to her mother again, admiring the voluptuous lady with taboo titillation. The sight of that lush body was making Molly pant and drool.
Molly always enjoyed doing some mutual cunt-lapping with Kate and Sarah, and the thought of going down on her own mother's cunt was driving her wild.
She hung back, waiting for Tommy to get his limp cock tucked away.
The boy was looking exceedingly glum.
Noticing his attitude and regretting it, Catherine said: "I'm sorry if you're disappointed, Tommy."
He grunted and glared at her.
He was more than disappointed. He was hurt and angry, as well. He had just thrown the best fuck into her that he knew how, and fed her a lot of jizz, to boot. And instead of wanting to see him again, she was dismissing him out of hand!
The woman had simply used him like a tool to service her mouth and cunt and, satisfied, was no longer interested.
His pride was hurt, too. He felt that she had looked upon him as an inanimate object or a disembodied cock, useful but without regard for his feelings.
With his jeans fastened, he spun on his heel and marched out without even saying good-bye.
Molly ducked back from the doorway.
Tommy stormed out, so furious that he didn't even notice the sexy girl crouching next to the wall.
He went down the hall and out the front door.
Catherine was gazing after him, really sorry that she had made the boy feel so inadequate. She was wishing that he would come back so that she could apologize again-and maybe suck him off again, too, to prove that the only hard feelings between them were in his cock.
A figure stepped into the doorway.
Catherine smiled, thinking that the boy had come back so that she could blow him good-bye.
Then she was startled to see that it was her daughter who had stepped into the room.
Oh, God, she thought. How in hell am I gonna be able to explain this?
Molly moved toward her, and Catherine, blushing furiously, eyed the girl warily.
And she saw that her daughter didn't look at all angry or shocked.
Quite the opposite.
Molly was grinning wickedly and licking her lips.
Maybe, thought Catherine, explanations aren't going to be necessary, after all....
* * *
Tommy Jackson was feeling spiteful as he marched on down the street. If Catherine had arranged to see him again, the boy would have had the sense to keep his mouth shut about their affair and reap the rewards.
But since she didn't want him to fuck her again, he was damned well going to blab it all over town!
That would fix the bitch for using him for her own ends.
He was heading for the pool hall, where he intended to tell everyone he met that he had just been sucking and fucking with Randy Taunton's mom-and maybe even scribble her name on the bathroom wall, for good measure.
Tommy was dying to tell someone.
And, by chance, the first person he happened to meet was Randy Taunton, on his way home to confront his sister and see if he could blackmail a blow-job out of her.
The two boys met on the street and stopped.
Randy was in no mood for small talk, and he would have nodded and walked on. But Tommy was sure in the mood for a talk, although there was nothing small about it.
"I've just been to your house," Tommy said, leering.
"Yeah? Well, I wasn't home."
"Yeah-but your mother was," Tommy rasped, with a biting significance in his tone.
"Huh? What do you mean?" Randy asked.
"I just fucked your mom!"
Randy's jaw dropped open.
"First she let me fuck her between the tits ... and then she sucked me off and swallowed my spunk ... and then I fucked her ass off," Tommy said, taunting the woman's son.
Randy turned white. His jaw clenched and so did his fists.
Tommy wondered if he had gone too far. But he had already blurted it out, and she deserved it.
"Your mother's got a real hot cunt, Randy ... and she just loves to drink jizz from my prick."
He thrust his jaw out pugnaciously, ready to fight if Randy chose to.
But fighting was the farthest thing from Randy's mind. The boy's emotions were on the rampage.
He had recently discovered that his big sister was a tit-sucker and a cunt-lapper.
And now he had found out that his mother had been fucking his best buddy.
Things like this could have a profound effect on a young man-especially a horny one.
Without replying, Randy rushed past Tommy, hurrying home in bitter anguish.
He wasn't absolutely sure that either of the things he had heard that day were true.
But he was determined to find out....
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Catherine looked up shyly at her daughter, acting as modest and demure as a lady could when she was naked and coated with extramarital cum.
"Gee, Mom-you hadn't ought to cheat on Daddy like that-especially not with Randy's friends," Molly said.
"I know, dear. It was very naughty of me, and I do feel so ashamed and guilty." Catherine sighed. "But your father forgot our wedding anniversary and I was angry and-well, one thing led to another."
"Oh, it's okay, Mom. I won't tell Daddy," Molly said, thinking that it was best, for her own devious purposes, that she didn't mention the fact that her father already knew all about it-in all the sordid details.
"Thank you, honey," Catherine said.
Catherine couldn't help but notice the way that her little girl was staring at her curvaceous body and running her tongue across her moist lips.
It was turning Catherine on, and she made no attempt to cover up her naked shame.
Molly curled up beside her on the couch.
"Only, Mom-anytime that you get to feeling real horny, instead of cheating on Daddy-I-I-" She hesitated, a delicate, pale blush glowing on her cheeks. "I could take care of you."
"What-how--? " Catherine stammered.
But she knew. The lustful light in her daughter's eyes could have only one meaning.
"With my hands-and my tongue," Molly whispered.
"Are you gay, dear?" asked her mother, with a catch in her voice and a quiver in her throat.
"I'm not a lesbian, Mommy. I like guys. But sometimes my girlfriends and I fool around together and-and it's ever so much fun."
"But-I'm your mother," Catherine feebly protested.
"Yeah-but that would make it better," the bold teenager huskily intoned.
"Oooooh-yes, baby!" Catherine sighed.
Even before she had tried it, the lustful lady knew that having sex with her sweet teenaged daughter was going to be a wonderful experience, combining the charm of oral incest with the kinkiness of lesbian love.
They moved their heads together and kissed. Molly's tongue explored her mother's mouth, tasting Tommy's spunk on the woman's tongue and lips.
Then the girl drew back. Catherine, for a horrible moment, thought that her daughter might have chickened out at the last minute. But Molly had only broken off their caress in order to squirm out of her clothing. Naked, too, she came back into her mother's loving arms.
They embraced and kissed some more. Catherine's voluptuous form fitted comfortably against her little girl's bouncy, nubile body.
Molly's mouth slid off her mom's and her head sank down. The girl began to suck tit. Catherine whimpered and her fat nipples distended into her daughter's lips as the girl switched from tit to tit, nursing more greedily than she ever had as a suckling infant.
She arched back and shoved her plump tits out, and Catherine did some nipple-sucking in turn, reversing the process, a maternal mouth nursing at its child's tit.
Molly slid a hand down and cupped Catherine's cunt, fondling and caressing tenderly. After a moment her mother stroked up the girl's slender thigh and began to play with her pussy, as well.
Tit-sucking and finger-fucking were lovely, but Catherine wondered if there would be more.
Her head drew back and she gazed longingly into her little girl's gleaming eyes.
"Are we gonna frig each other off?" she whispered.
Molly had to grin at the woman's hopeful tone and eager facial expression.
"What else?" the girl teased.
"You-you said something-about tongues," Catherine haltingly mentioned.
"Ummmmm. You want me to eat you out, Mom?"
"Oooooh-yes, darling. And-and I want to go down on you, too. I've never done it but-I want to! Oh, God, how I want to!"
"Me, first," the greedy teenager chirped.
She was in total control of the situation, teaching her mother brand-new tricks. She mouthed tit again, then slid on down, licking into Catherine's curly cunt-bush, then up and down the insides of her thighs.
"Tongue-fuck me, baby! Stick your tongue in my cunt!" Catherine pleaded, jerking her pussy up.
Catherine was both eager to feel her daughter's mouth on her cunt and also to get creamed off in that sweet little face so that she could go down and find out the joy of cunt-lapping, in her turn.
Molly opened her mother's pussy wide with her fingertips and rubbed her cute little nose back and forth against the woman's stiff clit, breathing in the fragrant fumes that were streaming from her heated fuck-hole.
Then she stabbed her lapper in and went to work in a cunt-lapping frenzy.
She burrowed in, rubbing her mouth on the creamy cunt, sucking and licking hungrily. Catherine shuddered and ground her groin in her daughter's face. No man had ever sucked her pussy as well as this teenaged girl was doing, and the physical sensation was greatly embellished by the fact that it was her own little girl doing it-that what they were doing was wicked and forbidden and all the better for it.
"Ummmmm-your pussy is delicious, Mommy! Do you like my tongue up there?" Molly purred, her words seeming to drip into her mother's cunt.
"God, yes! Oh, baby-let me suck you!" Catherine wailed.
She was so hot to eat pussy that she couldn't even wait until she had creamed off.
Molly grinned and slapped her tongue into Catherine's cunt-slot again, whisking and flailing. Then she pulled away and leaned back, parting her legs wide.
Catherine dove on her daughter's creamy pussy. Her tongue lashed in and her lips sucked on the furry rim as she French-kissed the girl's fuck-hole.
Catherine knew with the very first lick that cunt-lapping was for her. She was a natural. She needed no experience or training what so ever--all she needed was a hot cunt into which she could sink her tongue, and all the rest of the oral act was pure instinct.
Catherine munched cunt for a while. Then Molly gently drew her head up and went back down to gobble some more pussy, herself. Mother and daughter were both as hungry as they were horny-maybe even more so. Catherine was more eager to have Molly melt in her mouth than she was to cum, herself and Molly seemed more keen to milk off her mom than to have her own cunt melt.
They kept taking turns, bobbing up and down as if they were running on hydraulics. And because they kept switching and trading places, it was lasting a long time. Their cunts had a chance to cool down slightly as they sucked, postponing the cumming that either would have surged to if the other had carried on eating away.
But now they were both so hot and randy that they just had to feed and be fed.
"Let's sixty-nine, Mommy!" clever Molly suggested. "That way we can have fun in our tongues and our cunts at the same time and cum together!"
Catherine gave a little squeal of concurrence, loving the idea of satisfying mouth and cunt together. How thoughtful her little girl was to think of such a thing, and how precocious to be able to teach her mother all about distaff desire. Catherine knew all about men, but as far as lesbian love went, she was a mere pawn in her daughter's hands-and mouth.
Molly stretched out along the couch, arching her back and lifting her knees and tilting her head up eagerly. Catherine knew how to mount from having enjoyed inverted lovemaking with men and she knew that the logistics of lesbian love would be the same-although the taste treat would be a lot different. Not necessarily better, but different.
She threw one knee across and straddled Molly's nubile form, facing in the opposite direction. She rubbed her foaming pussy around on the girl's perky peaked tits, then shoved her ass and hips back.
Molly craned her neck and raised her face, clamping her mouth on her mom's cunt as it slid back. The teenager began to eat with relish.
Catherine dropped her tawny head at the other end of the coupling and plastered her lips to the girl's cunt, starting to dine in her daughter's lunchbox loins.
"Ahhhhh-ummmmm!" she purred, as she savored a steady snack of sizzling pussy.
Catherine was wallowing wantonly in her daughter's open cunt. Molly's pussy was so plump and hot and juicy that it was like eating a steamed pudding.
Molly was feasting at the other end with equal hunger, burrowing and boring in with her tongue as her lips nursed on the sodden cunt.
Neither mother nor daughter knew which end of this oral encounter felt better-sucking or being sucked. Their tongues were tingling as much as their clits, and they were gulping down goo with as much joy as they spilled it out.
They shared the rising thrill like an electric current coursing back and forth through their linked bodies. Catherine's tongue sparked and made Molly's clit pulse. A split second later the thrill had rushed through the slim teenager and her tongue flared, making Catherine's clit explode in accord. They were both trembling as if a high-voltage current were charging them with electricity.
They were sharing the juice, as well.
Each time Catherine sucked and swallowed a mouthful out of her little girl's cunt, her own creamy pussy spilled out an equal dose into Molly's panting mouth.
Working hungrily and steadily, spanning the generation gap with gusto, Catherine and her teenaged daughter were bringing each other surging up toward the ecstasy of a simultaneous and dynamic cumming.
They were almost at the crest.
But not quite-and they were still working toward it when Randy got home.
Randy was in a terrible state, his imagination feverish, his prick pounding savagely. The idea that his sister was a cunt-lapper and that his mother was a promiscuous cradle-robber made his blood boil and his brain sizzle-with the obvious effect on his cock and balls.
He entered the house and came down the hall, as if his hard-on were dragging the rest of him behind it, towing him like a tugboat hauling a barge.
He looked in the living room.
The boy gasped and his mind spun dizzily when he saw his mother and sister locked in lesbian love.
It was even worse than he had figured. If his mother was dyky, too, it left him with no incriminating knowledge with which to blackmail his sister.
The youth was so totally confused that it didn't even occur to him that he could blackmail both of them with his dark knowledge-nor that blackmail wouldn't even be necessary with a mother and sister who were already practicing incest with each other and who were both bisexual.
He just stood there, gaping.
Just then, Catherine came up for air.
She raise her lovely face out of Molly's groin, her jaws dripping like a she-wolf looking up from a carcass-and saw her son in the doorway.
"Oh! Oh, dear!" she gasped.
Molly, with her ears clamped between her mother's thighs, had no idea that anything was amiss.
And the girl was just on the point of creaming.
"Suck my cunt, Mommy! Gonna melt!" she wailed, the words coming muffled from Catherine's groin.
Randy, realizing that his presence had become known, groaned and dashed a fist across his eyes. The youth was embarrassed at having walked in on his mom and sis as they ate each other out.
Thinking that there was no place for a boy at that distaff dalliance, he stumbled away and fled to his bedroom, needing time to think-and jerk off.
Catherine had been distracted from her dining and almost moved off her daughter. But then she looked down and saw Molly's cunt-slot flutter wide open and fill up with creamy cunt-cum. That brimming pussy was too tantalizing to pass up, and she dove on it again, sucking for results.
Her own pussy creamed instantly as she drank the juice out of Molly's cunt.
Catherine swallowed cunt-cum and spilled out an equal abundance into Molly's mouth.
It seemed never-ending, one creaming leading to the other, drinking and spilling off in sequence, as if the sweet cum-nectar was an internal tide washing through them both, a subterranean river coursing upon itself in a circuit.
Shuddering and squealing, mother and daughter sucked each other up to the crest and held there, then began to slowly spiral down from the rapture of that peak.
Lost in the joy of cunt-lapping, Catherine forgot all about Randy for the moment, as she milked merrily away on Molly's melting pussy. Molly was munching with just as much enthusiasm at the other end, both of their mouths and tongues loving this orgasm as much as their cunts and clits.
They ebbed down gradually and the flow lessened. Catherine used her tongue to spoon out the dregs from her little girl's cunt, then slurped up the overflow out of the crack of her ass and from her inner thighs.
Molly was lapping it up in the same way, ladling the last of her mother's cunt-milk up with her tongue.
They clung together, panting in the aftermath and kissing each other's cunt affectionately, as if to demonstrate the gratitude they felt for the succulent feast that those creamy fuck-holes had provided.
Then Catherine remembered that they had been caught in their sordid, steady session. She moaned and raised her head out of Molly's drenched crotch.
She flipped her ass and dismounted.
"That was great, Mom!" Molly purred.
Then she saw that her mother looked dismayed.
"What's wrong?" the teenager asked, frowning, wondering if her mother had misgivings or regrets about it, now that she had gotten her rocks off.
She sure hoped that was not the case-because Molly was looking forward to doing plenty of pussy-eating with her sexy mom from now on.
But Catherine, looking ashamed said, "While we were doing it, darling, Randy was watching."
"Oh!" Molly exclaimed, surprised.
The girl was mildly embarrassed, but not much. She was not ashamed of being bisexual, and if lesbian incest was naughty, so the fuck what?
Besides, Molly had often gazed at her brother's well-packed groin and speculated on what he had in there-and what it would be like to have it in her.
So the daughter saw distinct and welcome possibilities that her mother hadn't-yet.
"I-I'd better go and have a talk with him," Catherine mumbled. "He might get the wrong idea."
Molly had to suppress a giggle.
The wrong idea? What a silly choice of words-there could be no false assumptions, no doubts about what her brother had witnessed.
Randy had seen his mother and his sister sixty-nining, plain and simple.
Catherine got up, looking sheepish.
"I'll try to explain to him, honey," she said.
She headed for Randy's bedroom.
Molly looked after her, grinning impishly. Her other was fooling herself, no doubt about it. The woman might think that she was only going to talk to Randy, but Molly damned well knew better than that.
Once family fun begins, it tends to be all inclusive.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Randy was lying naked on his bed with both hands wrapped around his cock when his mother walked in. It looked like he was swinging a baseball bat.
He glared at Catherine for coming in without knocking and rolled over face-down, hiding his hard-on. But the youth wasn't as ashamed of being caught frigging off as he would have been had he not just seen the woman doing something a whole lot naughtier.
And, for her part, Catherine had gotten a good look at her son's gigantic prick, and the thrilling sight had filled her with yearning.
Her son obviously needed to get his rocks off, and it was her fault since her own behavior had caused that need, and if she could suck her daughter off, why should her handsome son have to do without?
Or her own mouth, for that matter?
She crossed the room and curled up on the bed beside his hips. He was sobbing.
"Randy, darling-what you saw-well, it was a little naughty, but don't think that your sister and I are perverts or anything, okay?"
"What do you expect me to think?" he rasped.
Catherine placed a hand on the hard cheek of his ass, kneading gently. He stiffened.
"I mean-it was just fooling around, darling. I'm not a lesbian and neither is Molly."
"It sure looked like it," he snapped.
"Shall I show you that I like men, too?" the wicked woman suggested, her voice tremulous.
Randy was beginning to realize that he, too, could share in the family frolic. He had intended to coerce a blow-job out of his sister, but the idea that his mother might be willing to have oral sex hadn't dawned on him before. His whole athletic body began to vibrate.
"Yeah-show me!" he hissed into the bed.
Catherine had both hands on his ass now, and she gently opened those firm cheeks, widening the cleft between them and exposing his puckered brown shitter.
Her son needed some tender attention and Catherine was keen to provide it. She wanted to demonstrate that she was not a dyke-and she wanted to suck him, anyhow.
Bending down, she ran her wet tongue up through the musky crack of his ass. Then she stabbed it right up into his tangy ass-hole, French-kissing his shit-chute.
"Mom!" he gasped in shock. That wonderful sensation spread through his loins. "Ooooh, Mom! Yeah-eat my ass!"
Catherine rimmed and reamed away on his fudge-slot with joy, adoring the tart taste. She slobbered into his taut shit-hole, then sucked her own saliva back out, flavored by his ass-hole.
As she licked and sucked his ass-socket, she slid a hand into his groin from behind, teasing his crotch and then playing with his balls.
His cock was working like a crowbar now, levering down into the mattress and hiking his ass up on the back end of his hard-on-into his mother's face.
Catherine fondled his cumbags and sucked his shit-hole with relish. Her tongue was wedging into his ass so deep that she was licking the tail end of his hard-on inside his groin, making his prick thunder under his loins.
From the corner of her eye, Catherine saw that Molly had followed her upstairs and was standing in the doorway, looking on with smiling approval.
Catherine gave the girl a sheepish grin.
"Yeah, Mom-suck his ass!" Molly hotly encouraged her.
Molly was hot to get at her sibling's cock, herself, but watching their mom misbehave was almost as much fun as doing it herself would be.
Catherine was relishing a snack of shitter, but that tangy treat was only an appetizer. It was making her starve for the boy's teenaged cock-meat and cum.
She drew up and, hovering over his haunches, whispered, "Turn over, baby! Let Mommy milk your cock off for you! Ummmmm! Let me suck you off!"
Randy's prick was so huge and hard that he had to draw his knees up under him and lift it wide of the bed before he was able to roll over.
Then he turned and flopped down, belly up. His cock came around like the turret gun of a battleship, jutting up under Catherine's radiant face.
His prick was glowing like a fat neon tube, and pre-cum was pouring from his piss-hole. His mother tongued up some of the creamy goo and savored it on her taste buds, then swallowed it down with a sigh.
Catherine had never tasted anything as succulent as her son's spunk-unless it was his sister's pussyjuice.
She licked up and down his veined cock and lapped at his cum-stuffed cumbags. More juice dribbled out and poured down his prick, and she wolfed it up.
She could tell that there would be no time to linger over the Ungual foreplay. Randy was going to get his rocks off at any moment.
She brushed her lips on the greasy tip, kissing and sucking gently without taking it into her mouth yet. The boy was humping up from the bed, desperate to bury his cock in that hot maternal mouth. He had seen his sister standing over them, but he was no longer embarrassed by anything. Having the girl watch them only added to the dark thrill.
"Suck my cock, Mom!" he groaned.
"Ahhhh-yes, darling boy! Mommy will suck your cock and you must shoot in Mommy's mouth! Ohhhh-I'm so fucking hungry for your hot, thick cum!"
She glanced sideways at the girl who was hovering over them in rapt audience.
"Watch me, darling!" Catherine purred as if Molly would be looking anywhere else!
Catherine slid the collar of her pliable lips down over the swollen slab of her son's cock-head. He yelped and shoved it deeper into her mouth, fucking her face in a frenzy. As he humped up, her head ducked down, swallowing his cock.
"Cum-umphhh-slime me-glubbbbb eagled on the bed. She kept on riding on his spent prick for a while as she worked her own cumming off to the end.
Then she slumped over him.
His prick, starting to turn rubbery at long last, came snaking out of her pussy.
Molly pounced on her brother's cock like a hungry tigress, sucking it into her mouth and milking vigorously. But then, finding that it was softening and rolling around on her tongue, the knob bending into her cheek, she let it spill from her lips and dove on her mother's cunt instead.
Catherine's fuck-hole was full of mother's cunt-milk and brotherly jism, and Molly began to suck it all out of her with rapture. Drinking cum and cunt-juice together was driving the hot-mouthed teenager crazy.
But even as she satisfied her mouth, she was yearning for a cuntful of stiff prick. She groped out and grasped her sibling's spent cock, frigging it desperately, trying to get the formidable prick hard again.
"I need fucking, Randy! Get stiff!" she pleaded, speaking on her mom's cunt as she tossed her brother's limp cock. texture.
Finished, the boy slumped back, panting, a haunted look in his eyes. It was hard to believe that his mom had just given him a blow-job! But it was true and she was still milking away and his sexy sister was looking on with a hungry sort of look in her eyes, as well.
The future looked bright.
Catherine nursed out the dregs, coaxing a last slimy glob from his piss-slit. Then she drew her lips from him and sighed as she swallowed the last mouthful.
"Gimme a taste, Mom!" Molly wailed.
Catherine turned her face up and her daughter kissed her, open-mouthed. They swapped tongues and saliva and let the last of Randy's jizz run back and forth in their lips.
Randy's cock was still standing fat and firm, and his balls were already filling up again. His sister ducked down and took a slug on the head of his cock. She kissed their mother, sucked her sibling's cock-knob, kissed Mom again.
Molly was hoping to let her kid brother spurt his next load into her mouth.
But Catherine was being greedy.
Having just discovered the joys of incest, Catherine was eager to run the gamut, exploring all the possible forms of family fun.
Molly had her head down on her brother's prick again and Catherine waited, licking her lips. Then Molly drew up to kiss Catherine and once more share the flavor to Randy's cock-meat between them.
But Catherine threw a thigh across Randy, straddling her son's loins. His cock was towering up against her tummy. With his swollen balls cushioned in her blonde cunt-bush, his cock-knob stood almost to her tits.
She rolled her belly on that towering prick.
"You gonna fuck him, Mom?" Molly gasped.
"Yeah-I'm gonna ride his sweet cock!" Catherine panted, starting to slide up.
Molly was a bit disappointed that her mom was going to have two cum loads in a row. But she didn't really mind. She could always lick around the edges and there would be plenty of time to get her share later.
They had all day, she thought.
But she was wrong about that.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Wanting to give his wife's young lover plenty of time to leave the house, Casper had stopped at a nearby tavern and drank a schooner of beer, thinking about his wife's infidelity and not minding at all. Since it had been a one-time affair, he wasn't going to blame her and, besides, spying on the scene had made him wondrously horny.
He rather hoped Catherine would confess to having been unfaithful to him-but only so that they could enjoy some spicy pillow talk about it.
He drank his beer slowly and, figuring he had waited long enough, left the tavern and went back home.
Finding the living room empty, Casper had a moment of disappointment. Had his wife gone out now? Christ, he sure hoped not! He had a hard-on that desperately needed to be sunk in hot cunt or wet mouth, and he certainly didn't want to have to jack himself off again.
Then he heard the sounds of passion from above.
Casper could only suppose that the young man hadn't left, after all-that Catherine had taken the boy up to their own bed for another fuck or suck session.
That irked him slightly.
But not very much-and if his naughty wife was still in the process of cuckolding him, Casper was sure as shit going to enjoy peeking again.
He tiptoed upstairs eagerly. And he got more than he bargained for. With Molly looking on, intrigued, Catherine was climbing Randy's cock as if she were shimmying up a tree trunk. His fat cock-knob slid down her tummy, spilling out spunk. It bulged in her silken blonde vee.
Then she rose higher on rippling thighs and his cock-head dipped into her crotch. She balanced atop that stout cock, perched on his prick like a flagpole-sitter. Only the tip of it was in her cunt and she ground around on the fat cock-knob, savoring the seconds before they were truly coupled, anticipating the joy of a cuntful of incest meat before she stuffed herself down on that towering prick.
Randy's cock-head was flaring out in a wide wedge in her pussy, and cunt-juice was streaming lavishly down his pulsing prick, washing in a creamy tide over the boulders of his balls at the base of the rocky pinnacle. His balls were as sodden with cunt-juice on the outside of the hairy sac as they were full of sweet incest oil within.
Catherine's wide hips jerked and twisted as she ground her cunt on the top of his foaming prick and played the gooey tip against her fiery clit.
"Fuck me, Mom! Ride my cock!" Randy begged.
He knew for sure he was going to get it now, but he didn't want to wait.
"Yeah! Oh, shit, yeah! Screw yourself silly on Randy's prick, Mom! Ball his ass off! Fuck your cunt to jelly on that whopper!"
Molly was encouraging her mother both because she was eager to watch the action and lick around the rim, and also because she was getting impatient to take her own turn on that towering prick.
Catherine whimpered, her emotions as horny as her cunt, her mind as hot as her pussy.
"Watch us fuck, darling!" she sighed.
"I am! I am!" Molly squealed.
And, now, Casper was watching, as well.
That tolerant, liberal, understanding and forgiving husband and father came tiptoeing down the hallway, expecting to find his spouse locked in adulterous embrace with her teenaged boyfriend and pleasantly anticipating the exquisite torment of witnessing his own cuckolding again.
He did, to be sure-but there was a lot more to it now than when he had spied before.
He sneaked a peek into the bedroom.
His prick reacted before his brain did.
The long, hard cock jolted like an electric eel and passed the shock on to his brain before his eyes registered the sight. His mind began to bubble as if galvanized.
His horny faithless wife was engaging in a threesome-with both of their own teenaged kids!
The man's shock was understandable.
He didn't know what to do. His mind seemed to be a void, and into that void pure lust was rushing, filling his skull with steaming desire.
But whatever he did do about this situation, one thing was certain-Casper was going to watch them for a while, before he did anything else.
Catherine began to inch her foaming fuck-hole on down on Randy's rampant prick.
She descended slowly, appreciating every inch. His thick cock vanished little by little into her pussy as she settled down toward his balls.
Molly was belly-down on the bed, her chin resting on the mattress as she watched the veined shaft of her sibling's cock sink into their mom's cunt.
Her eyes were glowing and her nostrils were flaring as she breathed in the perfume of pussy and the bouquet of hot cock and ball-meat in a tantalizing blend.
And because she was angled slightly off to one side, the girl wasn't getting in the way, so that her father could enjoy the same view from the doorway.
Catherine paused, then dropped her cunt all the way down, and Randy's prick disappeared. His balls were ballooning in her groin and her elastic cunt lips were stuck to the hairy hilt of his cock like a suction cup.
The woman gasped, feeling as if she were transfixed. Her son's giant prick was up her so far that she half expected it to come out of her mouth.
She held the full penetration, savoring the delights of a cuntful of throbbing cock-meat and letting the youth know the thrill of having every inch of his cock enveloped in his mother's tight pussy.
She twisted her ass, winding her cunt-sleeve around on the buried spike.
Her inner rings caressed him, making Randy whine. It felt as if his mom had a mysterious hand inside her cunt, frigging up and down on his cock, jerking him off in the core of her cunt-hole.
She hunkered down on the hilt for precious moments, then began to pull her pussy up and down on his prick. She drew up until only the flaring cock-knob was in her pussy, paused, then sank down and took it all again.
Randy grasped her by her hipbones, pulling and tugging, helping her ride on the saddle of his pelvis. He slogged up to meet her cunt as she dropped down, and sank back into the mattress as she jerked up.
Catherine was dancing a grinding gavotte on her son's rock-hard cock, swinging her ass from side to side, pumping her belly up and down, jolting her hips sinuously. She spun and rolled as he stabbed up and down, pumping his prick into her fuck-hole in a frenzy.
Because she was fucking him slowly-and also because he had already cum twice, jacking off in the pocket of his baseball glove and then shooting down his mother's throat-Randy was able to last longer now.
But his sister, getting really desperate and randy, slid in to add her tongue to the festivities of the fucking-and add, incidentally, to her daddy's visual pleasure and his knowledge of how truly depraved his family was.
As he watched, Casper was fumbling blindly and awkwardly with his clothing, stripping for action. He had some trouble getting his trousers out wide enough to tug them down beyond his massive prick. Then he kicked them off and ripped the rest of his clothing off, dropping the garments to the floor and standing naked.
His huge prick was standing before him like a torch lighting the way.
If the rest of his family was into incest, Casper was sure going to get his share.
But he lingered a bit longer, a captive to his own peeper's instincts-filling his eyes in those final moments before he filled his daughter's fuck-hole.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Molly was munching and slurping, licking away in both of their crotches as they churned together. She tongued her brother's balls and lapped at his glistening cock-shaft as it slid in and out of Catherine's cunt-slot, then licked at her mother's unfurled cunt-lips at the apex of her greedy, slurping tongue strokes.
For a girl who adored cunt and cock equally, this was paradise-and it was even more heavenly since both prick and pussy were incestuous meat.
Her pink tongue flicked and fluttered, danced and flashed as she licked all over the coupling.
Her brother's prick came out slathered with cunt-juice and sank back in drenched with Molly's drool.
His prick was so hot that her saliva was steaming from the meaty stalk, and the sex-crazed girl thought that she might blister her tongue on the contact.
She licked up his cock and then stuffed her tongue into her mother's cunt, tongue-fucking the woman in tandem with Randy's ramming cock.
Her mouth opened wide and she clamped her pliable lips to Catherine's cunt-slot. The girl was sucking her mother's milky pussy and her sibling's prick at the same time, relishing the combined flavors and fragrances.
She dove down onto his balls again, sucking them and calculating how close he was to creaming off. She was hot to drink the boy's cum out of their mother's pussy after he had filled that hot cunt to the brim.
"Ummmmm-ummmmm!" she purred as she nursed.
Catherine and Randy were fucking faster now as Molly's mouth added to the sensations. The woman was pounding her pussy up and down, and her son was driving his prick up to meet her as she slid down on it.
Each time his thick cock stuffed her, it was pumping the juice from her cunt. The tide came out like spilled cream, shot through with streaks of pre-cum.
Molly gulped gleefully from their groins, swallowing the mingled seepage and longing for more.
But they weren't quite ready to cum again yet, and she knew she had to be patient. She drew back to look at what she had been mouthing.
As Catherine ground her cunt down, the firm cheeks of her adorable ass parted, exposing her tight shit-slot. That tangy little socket was so tantalizing that her daughter moved in again. She began to run her tongue up through the crack of her mom's ass, then sank it into her ass-hole.
Catherine squealed with joy as she felt her shit-chute fill up with exploring tongue at the same time that her fuck-hole was stuffed with prick.
"Ohhhh-eat out my shitter, baby!" she wailed. "Pack the fudge with your fucking tongue!"
Hearing that and knowing that his nubile sibling was sticking her tongue in their mother's ass-hole, Randy rammed in even harder and faster. He was plunging up so violently he was rattling his mother's bones, threatening to toss her cunt right off his cock.
She tightened her cunt-muscles, clinging to his prick, matching his furious pace. As she rose up, her cunt-lips distended down his cock. The randy wife was damned near fucking her pussy inside out on his prick.
Molly began to use long sweeping strokes of her tongue now. She started with her lapper flattened on Randy's balls and drew it slowly up, licking the underside of his slimy prick, slurping into her mother's fuck-hole as she came to it, then carrying on up and winding up with her tongue in Catherine's tasty ass-hole again.
Randy howled like a banshee.
"Here it cums, Mom!" he wailed.
He slammed up and his gooey geyser exploded in the core of Catherine's cunt-box. She fairly screamed as her pussy melted around his spurting prick like a wax candle around a burning wick.
Randy kept pumping it into her and spurting more incest oil out on every thrust, and Catherine was creaming again and again on his shooting cock, and Molly was down in their crotches, wolfing up the overflow hungrily.
Her head was down and her ass was up.
The fact that the girl had inadvertently assumed the doggy-fucking position was not lost on her fascinated father. Casper's cock was standing out like a missile aimed at his little girl's cunt, the warhead armed and explosive. He didn't know where to fix his attention and his eyes flashed from one thrilling sight to another as he watched his son fuck his wife and his daughter dine in their groins.
Casper couldn't wait much longer-but he graciously restrained his own needs as he gave them another moment to finish cumming.
Randy squirted the last of his spunk up into his mother's fuck-hole and collapsed, spread--feed me your-slurppp-hot slime!" she sputtered.
Randy was too horny to endure. As much as he loved fucking his mother's face, he had to blow his wad-and he knew full well that it didn't matter, because once they had started he would certainly spend a lot of time with his prick stuck in that maternal mouth.
"Yeah, Mom! Gonna blow! It's cummin'! " he rasped, plowing his prick up and in, and tilting her blonde head back as he speared her gullet. "Swallow it, Mom!"
Suddenly her mouth was full of jizz.
Catherine squealed in ecstasy and swallowed it down, and her son fed her more. His slime was coming out in ropes and coils, as if the stream were running unbroken from his balls to her belly.
Gurgling, gargling, gasping, she ingested his goo, filling her mouth and then her belly. She was drinking so much juice out of his prick that she felt bloated. Her head flew up and down and she inhaled with gusto as she slowly drained his balls off to the dregs, cherishing every spurt of cock-spume, relishing the taste and the
Randy gave her an apologetic look.
He was finished for the moment.
But Molly needed prick.
And prick she would have.
In came Daddy, cock-first.
He didn't give them time to even look surprised. He simply marched up and knelt behind his daughter's ass and shoved his cock up her cunt doggy-style.
As he slogged the prick into Molly's pussy, he grinned down at Catherine.
"Happy anniversary," he said.
And Catherine was thankful that Casper had remembered, after all.
And this, she knew, was an anniversary that none of them would ever forget again.
