Lucy no longer cared that her son and daughter could probably hear her strangled yelps of excited pleasure. She was reaching for that throbbing hardness with feverish movements of her lush ass, yet protesting each thrust with a cry of simulated anguish.
Her thighs were spread wide, and her cunt was lifted to perfect position. My cock sucked its way out until the head was tugging at her labia. Then, quickly and forcefully, I rammed it home-making her ass jerk. She screamed as her vagina stretched to accommodate the thick pole that began fucking her with powerful strokes.
CHAPTER ONE
The erection was inevitable. Bouncing over the chug holes in that muddy, narrow road had created just enough frictioning to swell my cock to a pulsating length of solidity. It was a pleasantly irritating reminder that I hadn't enjoyed a piece of tail since the company switched me to the new territory.
Working for Ainsworth Drugs and Chemicals for the past six years, I had established myself as their star salesman, and when some wiseacre in the home office decided to open up the mountain towns, I was awarded the opportunity of introducing our line of contraceptives and pills to the local residents.
So far, I had covered all but one of the scattered towns, swapping jokes, greasing a few palms, and distributing samples to the skeptical physicians. The orders hadn't been record breaking, but the District Manager was satisfied with my initial effort.
I wasn't. I didn't mind the pill peddling during the day, but I liked to put the wares to a most enjoyable test several times each week, and I hadn't managed to do that in the restrained atmosphere of the mountains.
Now, in addition to my demanding phallic protrusion, I was faced with another twenty-five miles of back roads that must have been built and forgotten during the Roosevelt administration. On the map, they had appeared to be the logical route from Bolingville to New Center. But the map had not warned me of the annual floods that reduced them to muddy tracks that clung to the steep sides of the seemingly endless hills, defying gravity and my driving skill.
Two miles back, when I had stopped for gas, a lantern-jawed store keeper had informed me that the radio had just reported a major landslide on the road I had just traversed. Then, with a sadistic grin, he had added the information that I would probably find some of the bridges out before I reached New Center.
From the way the station wagon was fishtailing through the axle-deep ruts, it was doubtful that I would ever reach the bridges to find out whether or not they were passable. At any moment, I expected to go sliding down the side of that mountain, an expectation which should have diminished the size of my erection. However, at that particular moment, I was more concerned with getting my rocks off than with getting off the mountain.
In addition to my other problems, my bladder was clamoring for relief. So, when the rear wheels spun out of sight in a puddle of brown gook, I actually heaved a sigh of appreciation.
I climbed out and managed to find a hillock of grass to stand on while I surveyed the rear end of the wagon with a growing sense of complete helplessness. It would take a wrecker to pull me out of that damned mud hole, and the nearest garage was fifteen miles and a landslide behind me in Bolingville.
Unzipping my fly, I tugged my cock out and let it breathe the rich, mountain air, hoping I could get it down enough to take a much-needed leak. Instead, it stared back at me with that tiny accusing eye, as if reminding me that I had been neglecting its proper exercise for far too long.
I wrapped my fist about the base of it and squeezed, producing a most enjoyable sensation in my overloaded balls. In fact, it felt so good that I slid my grip up and' down the engorged column a few times, creating several tremors which were even more delightful.
So far as I knew, I was the only human within at least a ten-mile radius, and I could think of no logical reason why I shouldn't continue an act that would bring some measure of relief to my scrotal region.
Scooping my balls out with my left hand, I began a vigorous pumping of the throbbing cock, thumbing through my mental file for an appropriate memory upon which to concentrate when the seminal floodgates opened.
I had managed no more than a dozen strokes when a decidedly female voice made me cram the protesting organ back into my trousers and close my fly with a startled curse.
"Looks like you're really stuck!"
She was standing on the other side of the road, still half-hidden by the thick bushes that bordered the muddy byway, and I could only hope she hadn't seen my furious attempt at self-gratification. She was staring at the almost buried wheels, so I assumed she hadn't.
"Yeah," I agreed, focusing my eyes on the twin bullets that seemed intent on puncturing the man's shirt she wore. "I'll be here a while."
It took me a while to get to her face, for there were several points of interest below the thrusting boobs. The shirt was tied about a narrow waist, exposing a mouth-watering expanse of tanned belly before the view was blocked by the dipping waistband of a pair of hip huggers, cut off to free those slender thighs. The shorts were hugging more than her hips. The faded jeans shaped their fabric about a plump little cunt in such a way that I could detect the inviting cleft between the labial ridges.
Before she could protest my visual rape, I forced my stare up to meet her amused brown eyes, and discovered that even her face was sexy. Shoulder-length black hair swirled about a perfect oval with pert nose and full, pouting lips.
She stepped out into full view, the tits bobbing just enough to accentuate their firmness, and gave me a closer look at her outlined cunt. My cock pushed excitedly against my trousers when she ran her eyes up and down my six-foot frame with more than casual interest.
"You wouldn't have gotten much farther, anyway," she observed, looking directly at the bulge of my erection. "The bridge is out over Miller's Creek."
"Where can I find a telephone?" I asked, wishing she would look somewhere else. I could almost feel her gaze, like nervous butterflies, playing over my balls. She looked to be about sixteen, but those eyes were as old as Eve's.
"Back in Bolingville," she said laughingly. "You're in the sticks, Mister."
"You mean there isn't a phone between here and there?" I demanded.
She nodded emphatically, folding her arms under those pointed tits and pushing them halfway out of the open shirt. "There's one about a mile the other side of the creek," she added. "But it'll take a week to get that bridge fixed. It always does."
"My God!" I groaned. "Does this happen very often?"
"Every spring," she explained patiently. "They keep talking about cutting a new road and building a bigger bridge, but that's all they do." She shrugged. "I like it, myself. When the road's out, I don't have to go to school."
I shifted my feet on the grassy hillock. "Is there anywhere I can stay around here?"
Her smile broadened. "Guess Mom could put you up with us," she suggested. "Or you could stay with the Akinses. There are only two houses along here. Like I said, you are in the sticks."
"What about my car?" I asked helplessly.
"It's not going anywhere," she giggled. "You want to come home and see if Mom can fix a place for you?" At that moment, I would have welcomed an invitation from a mountain bear. I wrestled my suitcase from inside the wagon and locked the door, looking about for a way across the muddy road.
"Are you sure your folks won't mind?" I asked, burying both feet in the muck as she watched and tried to keep from laughing.
"There's just Mom and Danny," she explained. "Danny's my younger brother." Her face straightened as she went on. "My father and George Akin left about three years ago."
I gained the other side of the road and stamped my feet on the grass, feeling my toes squish inside my thoroughly soaked shoes. "Left?" I echoed questioningly.
"They just took off," she said. "Guess they got tired of these hills."
"Sorry," I apologized. "I didn't mean to be nosy. I'm Steve Drukker, and I'm with one of the wholesale drug companies. I suppose you could call me a traveling salesman."
The brown eyes twinkled. "And you could call me the farmer's daughter," she answered laughingly. "Except we can't do much farming since Daddy left."
She led the way along a narrow trail that had me panting with effort before we had gone a hundred yards. But the sight of those luscious buttocks wiggling along in front of me kept me in the race. As we climbed, she added a little more information about the two families.
Both women had decided against moving to one of the towns, feeling more secure on their own land, no matter how worthless it was. One of the welfare agencies had stepped in with a monthly check, and life had gone on pretty much as before.
"Laura Akin says she's gonna marry the first man that asks her," the girl called back. "So, you'd better watch what you say to her. She claims she can't do a thing with Billy and Pattie."
"Are those her children?" I panted, dragging myself between two bushes that tried to yank the suitcase from my grip.
"If you can call them that," she answered back, pausing to let me catch up. "Billy and I are the same age, and Pattie is the same age as Danny."
I stopped to catch my breath, and she stood waiting. "You never did tell me your name," I said.
"Oh, my goodness! Karen," she laughed. Karen Stokes. My mother's name is Lucy."
"Hi, Karen," I grinned.
"Hi, Steve," she grinned back, and her eyes fell to my crotch again. I saw what I thought was a little gleam of hunger behind the smile, and my flaccid prong raised its head in suddenly renewed interest.
"We're almost there," she said, turning away and resuming the climb. "Just follow the path. I'll run on and tell them you're coming."
She disappeared, leaving me to stumble upward, wondering what had happened to my muscles. We had covered less than a quarter of a mile and I was pooped.
The ground became level, and the trail curved through a grove of tall trees, ending in a broad clearing with a small, but neat house perched like an oasis on the gentle slope of the far side.
Karen was standing at the foot of the steps leading up to the wooden porch, talking excitedly to a lovely woman whose nervous fingers fussed with her tousled brown hair. In the doorway, a handsome boy peered across the clearing, his face brightening with interest as I narrowed the distance between us.
"Come in, Mr. Drukker," Lucy Stokes called. "Danny, carry that suitcase for him." She waved her arms at the grinning boy, a gesture that caused her tits to wiggle beneath the plain print dress. It also tightened the cloth about a lush pair of hips and invitingly rounded ass, which told me where Karen had gotten the genes that gave her such an attractive bottom.
Lucy wasn't as old as I had anticipated, and I figured that she must have married in her early teens. She could easily have passed for Karen's sister.
Danny, introducing himself, pumped my hand and grabbed the suitcase, carrying it into the house while I stood, still breathing hard, apologizing for my presence.
"My goodness!" Lucy exclaimed. "We're just happy to have a little company. You just might as well make yourself at home. There's no telling when they'll get the road open. We've even lost our lights."
"Oh, no!" Karen groaned. "There goes television."
Lucy Stokes waved her hand at the girl. "You see too much television. I always did say it was an invention of the devil."
Karen made a face that her mother couldn't see, and indicated that I should precede her into the house. Lucy led the way, and I got a closer look at her marvelously tight, high rump as we entered the small living room.
Lucy waved me to a sofa that had seen far better days, and sent Karen to the kitchen for a glass of lemonade. The woman seated herself in a sagging chair across from me, and I caught a fleeting glimpse of chestnut curls between those seductive thighs before she tugged the dress down over dimpled knees.
I accepted the lemonade and told Lucy about myself as I drank it, finding myself relaxing when Danny joined us. I was almost sorry when Lucy halted our conversation.
"Danny," she told the lad. "You and Karen run over to Laura's and borrow six eggs and a cup of sugar. I declare, those chickens are just not doing any good at all."
When the youngsters had gone, she stood up. "Want to keep me company in the kitchen, Mr. Drukker?" she asked. "I've got to start supper."
"I will," I said amiably, climbing to my feet, "if you'll call me Steve, and let me call you Lucy."
She blushed as she nodded agreement, and I thought I detected an extra wiggle in that lush ass as she led me into the neat kitchen, halting so suddenly that I bumped against her bottom and instinctively gripped her hips with both hands.
My cock was semi-hard, but large enough to make her aware of its presence as I jammed it into the outlined crack of her tail, surprised at my own boldness, and fully expecting her to turn and slap hell out of me.
Instead, she gave a soft whimper and pushed her ass back against my crotch, giving it a little twisting motion that made my prick swell to its full length and throb with excited desire.
"No!" she whispered fiercely, still grinding those fleshy pads about my swollen shaft. "It's a sin! It's a terrible sin!"
My hands crept slowly upward and forward, shaping those firm tits that were covered by only the thin dress. The nipples speared my palms and her ass shook with the violence of her reaction.
"Turn around, Lucy," I whispered, squeezing the breasts for emphasis. "Let me kiss you."
Helplessly, she twisted in my arms, poking those firm nipples against my chest and lifting her parted lips. Her eyes were closed tightly, the long lashes fluttering with strain.
"It's wrong!" she murmured. "I'm a married woman!"
"You're a beautiful woman," I said softly, brushing my lips over hers as I adjusted my hips to bring the throbbing bulk of my cock into contact with her soft cunt mound. When I found it, she gave a little choking sound and wrapped both arms about my neck, her hips working almost savagely as the curve of my prong fitted itself between the yielding lips of her pussy, with only my trousers and her dress to keep me from sliding the meat home.
Lucy Stokes put several months of frustration into that one kiss, driving her sweet-tasting tongue into my mouth and working her lips against mine with a suction I could feel all the way to my balls. She moved those swollen nipples back and forth, and her whole body trembled when I grabbed her tensing buttocks and jammed my prick more firmly into that steaming crotch.
From somewhere, she gathered enough self-control to unwind her arms and push me away, gently, but firmly. She licked her lips, leaving them moist and more inviting than ever.
"Please!" she murmured, pleading with her eyes. "It's been so long since my husband left. I can't help myself. Don't make me do such a terrible thing."
My balls were ready to explode, and I was certain that super-heated pussy would welcome the explosion. I reached for her again, but she ducked aside.
"The children will be back any minute," she protested.
"How about later?" I demanded, afraid to push too hard, yet aching to have her grind that ass beneath me while I eased my throbbing cock into her belly. Lucy Stokes was one hot female.
"Don't make me promise," she begged. "That's one of the worst possible sins."
I perched on a straight chair, deliberately spreading my legs so she could get a good view of my outlined hard. Her eyes narrowed and glittered, but she kept her distance.
"Look," I argued. "We both want the same thing. What's the harm if we take it?"
"It's a sin," she countered, beginning to move about the small room, taking items from the cabinets with shaking hands. "Let's just pretend that nothing happened."
"Is it okay if I just sit here and look at you?" I grinned.
She forced a strained smile. "Just don't touch me," she said gently. "I'm very weak."
"I'll behave," I promised, raising one hand, palm out. "But I won't promise anything about the future." We were both rescued from further discussion by the youngsters' return, and Lucy busied herself about the gas stove, chattering away about how lucky they were that the tank had been filled only a couple of days ago.
Karen brought out two kerosene lamps, kept for such emergencies, and we ate dinner by their yellow light, exchanging looks that might be taken in a dozen different ways. I had Karen pegged as a carbon copy of her passionate mother, but without the guilt complex Lucy wore like a badge of honor. Danny displayed a maturity beyond his years, and I was surprised that he hadn't done something about his mother's sexual famine. Somehow, he didn't strike me as the type who would let a little incest stop him.
"We don't have a lot of room," Lucy apologized as she and Karen cleared the table. "I hope you don't mind sleeping with Danny."
"As tired as I am," I answered, "I could sleep on the floor."
It was only a four-room house, with two of the rooms serving as bedrooms. Lucy and Karen shared the front room, and Danny led me into the second one, admitting that he preferred sleeping on the outside of the double bed.
After taking turns in the small bathroom, I said my goodnights and undressed, deciding against donning the pajamas I had taken from the suitcase. Danny was undressing when I climbed out of my shorts, and he gave a teasing whistle at the sight of my rather large, but flaccid cock.
"Man!" he exclaimed, keeping his voice low. "You ought to put yourself out for stud!"
He dropped his own trousers, revealing a commend-ably large prong and a pair of matching walnuts beneath the mass of chestnut curls. I looked from my crotch to his.
"Wait a couple of years," I told him, climbing into the bed. "You'll have mine beat."
I was asleep before he joined me: The combination of mountain air, the problems I had encountered, and the climb up the steep slope were more effective than any sedative. I didn't even know when he blew out the lamp.
The motion woke me, interrupting a dream in which I was just about to mount a luscious blond nymphette who was pretending she didn't want to be mounted. The bed was bouncing, gently, but rhythmically, and the rhythm was one I recognized before I was completely awake.
At first, I thought Danny was flogging his dong, for I could hear his rapid breathing as the steady, rapid pumping continued. To my surprise, I found that thought strangely exciting, and my cock, fully erect from the effects of my dream, gave a powerful jerk that produced a most enjoyable sensation in my swollen balls.
Lying motionless, except for the occasional lurching of my engorged prick, I opened my eyes, finding that enough fight filtered through the window drapes to outline the objects in the room.
Danny was flat on his back on the very edge of the bed, and the sheet was pushed down to his ankles, baring his rearing cock and hairy crotch. But he wasn't touching that enviable erection.
His sister, Karen, knelt beside the bed, one arm draped across his muscular thigh, her fingers curled about the big cock, and she was pumping away at it with furious strokes. Danny's hips were responding as rapidly as he could move them, but he could never match the speed of her masturbating fist.
The girl was naked, and my eyes strained to see the nubile tits that nuzzled her brother's thigh with their distended nipples. Her black hair half covered her face as she bent over his bouncing hips, so close to the big prick that I expected her to take the head in her mouth each time her hand raced down the shaft.
Danny was gasping with delight, trying to keep from crying out as he worked his prong through her stroking fingers, but it was too good.
"Don't stop, sis!" he gasped in a desperate whisper. "I'm gonna make it again!"
"Hurry!" she panted back. "My arm's getting tired!"
It was only then that I became aware of the wet squishing as her hand moved up and down his cock. Obviously, he had already shot one load, and Karen had used the slippery cream for a continued massage of his young tool.
"Jesus!" Danny hissed. "I'm afraid we'll wake him!"
"He's already awake," I said softly, raising myself on one elbow.
They both gasped, and Karen's hand froze in mid-stroke, still gripping Danny's pole as she stared at me over its swollen knob. I made a little shushing sound.
"It's okay," I said quickly. "Hell! I don't blame you two for getting your kicks any way you can. Don't let me stop you."
"You see," Karen said to Danny. "I told you he wouldn't mind."
I crawled out over the foot of the bed, my eyes following the sweet curve of Karen's naked back down to the sharp out sweep of her cute ass, and I wished for more light in the room.
"While you two have your fun," I whispered, "I think I'll pay your mother a visit."
Karen's anxious face stared up at me. "You mean you're going to...?" Her voice faded in uncertainty.
I turned about until they could both see my huge prick, its nine-inch shaft jutting outward from my hairy crotch. Danny was silent, but Karen gave a muted gasp of admiration.
"Don't you think she has a right to a little pleasure?" I demanded. "She's a beautiful woman, and still young."
Karen's hand was moving again, more slowly, but also more sensuously. Her head nodded in the semidarkness.
"I'll stay in here," she whispered, "until you come back."
CHAPTER TWO
She was sound asleep, on her side, her thin pink gown riding high over the curve of her lush hip, and that beautifully rounded ass seemed to glow with invitation. This time, there would be no barrier between us, and I was certain Lucy Stokes wouldn't put up much of a fight, once she felt my naked cock against her tail.
On the table beside the bed, the kerosene lamp still burned, its wick turned low, so that everything in the room appeared indistinct and hazy. It was a warm effect that heightened the lust in my balls, and drew me across to the bed and down upon it, my prick easing its bloated head between Lucy's thighs, and my arm reaching about her narrow waist to slip my hand beneath the gown to cup one delightfully firm breast She stirred and murmured, one leg lifting just enough to let my cock slip through, and I felt the heat of her cunt on the tender knob. My palm massaged the pliant nipple of her tit, and it stiffened responsively. Her ass quivered and pushed back against my belly as my balls settled in the crack of her warm thighs.
All I had to do to satisfy the aching need in my crotch was drag the head of my prick back just a little and shift my hips downward. It would slide right into that waiting slit before she realized that it wasn't a dream producing the pleasant sensation between her legs.
Once I was in her, I knew that Lucy would not be able to stop me. Her reaction of the afternoon had been sufficient evidence of her readiness for a stiff cock. But it would be more enjoyable to give her a chance to exercise that strange moral code.
Pressing full length against her arched back, I kissed the nape of her neck and whispered, "Lucy! Wake up, beautiful!"
She stirred again, drawing a long breath that made the breast swell in my cupped palm. For a moment, her buttocks moved receptively, and the thighs tightened about the throbbing bulk of my prick. Then, as awareness grew, she stiffened, one hand flying to cover mine on her breast, and the other dipping to her crotch, the fingers curling possessively about the head of my prong.
"No!" she whispered, almost inaudibly. "Don't make me do it!"
I moved my hips, working my glans in her warm fingers, and sliding the shaft against her tender labial lips. My own hand kneaded that pliant mound, massaging the engorged nipple.
"You want it, Lucy!" I murmured, licking her quivering shoulders with wet sweeps of my tongue.
"You want it just as much as I do. Put it in, Lucy. Your pussy's hungry for a big hard dick! Raise your leg up a little and let it slide up into that juicy cunt!"
"Nooooooo!" she moaned, her thighs parting, and her fingers feeding the swollen knob of my prick into her eager pussy. I felt the juicy lips encircle me, flexing with excitement, and I forced the head inside the torrid channel, jiggling my hips to friction the sensitive labia.
Her ass thrust back, slipping her cunt onto my prick like an oily glove. But this glove was equipped with a thousand squeezing fingers and an equal number of flicking tongues, all of them busily massaging and licking the first male meat she had entertained since her husband's flight.
Keeping my partial insertion secure, I rolled her onto her belly, slipping my arms beneath her waist and lifting her hips until she drew her knees up, her body arched, and that lovely ass elevated for the fucking I planned to give her.
I slid one hand down through her thick bush, my finger probing until I found the swollen bud of her clitoris, and she gasped as I began rolling it about. My hips went to work, easing my prong in and out of her shuddering cunt, still giving her only half its length in the rhythmic stroking.
"Ohhhhhh!" she moaned, burying her face in the pillow until her words were almost indistinguishable, and wiggling her ass to increase the pleasure of the frictioning in her flexing vagina. "Please don't! It's wrong! It's sinful!"
I bore down on that throbbing clitoris until her hips were bucking wildly, and I pistoned through that slippery sleeve with more rapid hunches.
"Yeah!" I grated, digging my chin into her arched back. "And it feels so good you don't give a damn if it is wrong!"
Her whole body convulsed, and I had to tighten my arms about her waist to hang on as she rotated that hoisted bottom in a frantic circling. Her cunt squeezed my prick with a rhythmic shuddering, and I felt her hot juices lave the probing head as she spilled them in a prolonged climax.
Her clitoris retreated with the surges of completion, but it stiffened again within seconds, and I used her own slippery liquid to lubricate its tender shaft as I continued manipulating it like a tiny cock.
"Do you want the rest of this cock, Lucy?" I asked softly, teasing her by pulling back and fucking her with the knob and about an inch of the swollen shaft.
"Don't make me say it!" she pleaded, trying to lift her ass higher in an effort to draw my cock back into her spasming sheath. "Please, don't make me!"
"You know how big it is," I murmured, pausing with just the head trapped between those greedy labial muscles. "Just think how it would feel to have it all sliding in and out. All you have to do is tell me."
She tried to resist. Plunging her face into the pillow, she rolled her head from side to side, holding her breath as if afraid a single inhalation might become an assent.
With an exaggerated sigh, I pulled my cock completely out of that sucking grip, dragging the juice-covered head along her perineum and up through the crack of her rearing bottom.
"Okay, Lucy," I said in a soft tone. "If that's the way you want it. I'll leave you alone."
I rocked back on my heels just in time. With a flurry of arms, legs, and undulating curves, she rolled over, stripping off the gown, spreading her legs, and reaching for me with both arms.
"Don't leave me!" she whimpered, her eyes wild with lust.
I let her pull me down onto her warm pointed breasts, and pressed the head of my prick against her dripping cunt as I covered her mouth with mine. Her writhing tongue tried to reach my tonsils, and I clamped it between my teeth to suck its tasty meat until her hips were gyrating beneath mine. I released her.
"How about it, Lucy?" I demanded, bracing my elbows and holding her head in place by tangling her long hair in my fingers. "Tell me what you want!"
She glared at me like a trapped animal, angry and helpless, a victim of her own desire. Her cunt shivered against the head of my cock, and her heels dug into the bed, trying to push it high enough to draw my prong inside.
Her lips worked soundlessly, the tip of her tongue darting between them in frenzied motions. Her arms roamed up and down my arched back, the fingers dancing over my skin with uncertain fondling.
Then, with a savage groan, she clamped both hands on my tense buttocks, and her heels sought leverage behind my calves.
"God, forgive me!" she panted. "I want you to fuck me!" Then, as if the single word had loosed some inner restraint, she cried, "Fuck me hard, Steve! Please! Fuck me hard and deep!"
I wanted to slam my prick into her, for I had almost lost control with that shallow probing, and I was aching for release. Instead, I fed my cock into that eager cunt slowly and patiently, trying to ignore the vigorous urging in her mobile hips.
Her pussy, lubricated by that initial climax, sucked me into its convulsing grip, the slippery tissues churning about the head of my prick as I slid deeper and deeper into her vaginal sleeve.
Her husband must have been a short-dicked stud, for I could tell when I reached the unexplored portion of her cunt by the frantic wriggling of her elevated ass and the way she clawed at my shoulders. Lucy was in for a treat, because I still had two inches to go.
Panting and groaning, she drew her legs higher about my hips, locking her ankles in the small of my back and shoving that bushy crotch still higher. Her pussy clenched my shaft, protesting the unprecedented filling, but her ass pushed the juicy sleeve farther onto my prick, and I felt my balls fit snugly and tightly against her quivering asshole.
She had the full nine inches, and it was all she could take. My hips gave one last jab, and a blubber of escaping air sizzled out around the base of my cock like a noisy fart. The result was a fantastic suction when I began tugging my prong outward, and the wriggling tissues collapsed about the retreating head like a dozen greedy lips, nibbling and sucking.
Lucy stifled an excited cry as the vacuuming and frictioning triggered another orgasm in her long-denied cunt. Her arms pulled my face down to where she could rain a series of wet kisses over mouth, nose, and eyes as her hips jerked and wiggled to heighten the explosions of ecstasy inside her straining pussy.
"Hey!" I whispered teasingly. "You've already made it twice, and I haven't even got started."
She was almost sobbing as she answered, "I can't help it! It's been so long!"
I grabbed her tongue with my lips, drawing it in to where I could chew and suck the tasty muscle, and went to work on that hot, slippery sheath.
Her thighs were spread wide, and her cunt was lifted into perfect position. My cock sucked its way out until the head was tugging at her labia. Then, quickly and forcefully, I rammed it home, making her ass jerk and wrenching a grunt from her as her vagina stretched to accommodate the thick pole that began fucking her with a powerful stroking that rocked the bed.
"OHHHH ... UHHH ... UHHH ... OHHHH!"
Lucy no longer cared that her son and daughter could probably hear her strangled yelps of excited pleasure. She was reaching for that throbbing hardness with feverish hunches of her lush ass, yet protesting each thrust with a bleat of simulated anguish.
I had no doubts about the kids. Once they heard Lucy's yelps, Karen would probably be adding a few of her own, for Danny's cock was plenty big enough to make her cry out.
The thought of the two of them humping away in the bed I had just vacated made me drive my meat into Lucy's snatch with more savage thrusts, and my belly smacked against hers with a satisfying rhythm.
Her cunt juice boiled out about the straining lips of her pussy and dampened my balls as they smacked and rolled against her winking asshole. Her tits, firm, but pliant, stabbed my naked chest with fevered nipples, and her panting mouth tried to kiss me repeatedly between the exultant cries.
I felt my orgasm begin somewhere deep in my belly. Like a runaway express train, it headed for my balls, building in speed and fury. My ass hammered between her warm thighs, fucking my prick in and out of that deliciously hot cunt, pile driving as the orgasmic tremors loosed my load and followed it through the pistoning cock, seeming to burst free with the powerful jets of come that splashed against her convulsing cervix.
With my spurting prick hilted in her belly, Lucy bucked her ass up and down to increase the already intolerable ecstasy of her answering climax. Her cunt squeezed and shuddered about my prong, and the labial lips managed to friction the thick base as her vaginal juices gushed to mingle with my seething sperm, the mixture washing about the head of my cock as I delivered the last squirts of semen into her churning pussy.
I covered her wet mouth with mine, giving her my tongue to suck as the powerful muscles of her cunt milked my prong, and her gyrating ass massaged my sensitive balls.
Pulling my lips free, I panted, "Now, tell me that was wrong."
"I don't care!" she hissed. Her cunt squeezed harder. "Do it again, Steve! Please! Fuck me all night!"
My cock was still hard, so I began sluicing it through that steaming cauldron of pussy flesh, making sure that each stroke massaged that little lovebud that nestled at the apex of her expanded labia. Her hips responded with perfectly matched gyrations.
"What if Karen comes back and catches us?" I demanded sadistically, still working my cock through that flexing sleeve.
"I don't care!" she panted, drawing her legs higher and pushing her cunt up in anxious reception. "I've waited too long! Nothing is going to ... OHHHHHH ... I'M GONNA COME AGAIN!"
This time, I fucked her through the orgasm, frictioning the screaming nerves with full-length strokes as her pussy spasmed and chewed on my plunging cock. Another flood of vaginal lava bathed my prong, and I felt it bubble out like hot butter to further lubricate the cleft of her agitated ass.
I began varying the angle of my strokes, deliberately moving my hips to one side so my cock would ravage the tender wall of her cunt, and pulling myself upward on her grinding belly to massage her clitoris with the sliding shaft. Then I pulled my prick almost out of her slit and fucked her with only the bulbous knob, stretching the tender labia with rapid hunches.
No matter how I gave it to her, Lucy Stokes loved it. She sobbed when I rammed the full nine inches in and began jabbing the deepest folds of her pussy, for I was packing her vagina with all the cockmeat she could possibly handle. No matter what I did, she kept that ass working beneath me, and her internal convulsions told me that the pleasure was greater than any discomfort I might be creating.
I let her come again, and my balls knotted with ecstasy as her vaginal exudation washed over my busy prong. When the shudders had faded, I paused to tug the pillow from beneath her head, and she willingly raised her hips to let me stuff it beneath her ass.
"Pull your legs up high," I told her, "and hold onto your ankles."
She started to obey, pausing as she felt the increased penetration of my thick tool. She licked her lips nervously.
"Do I have to?" she whispered.
I grabbed that long hair again, tilting her lovely face upward and brushing my lips against hers as I said, "Pull them up! I'm gonna give you a real fucking!"
I backed my cock. out a little until her body was arched just the way I wanted it. Her thighs cradled my sides, and her pussy was pushed up in helpless anticipation. Then, with a savage grunt, I rammed it in and screwed my pelvic arch against hers.
Lucy's eyes bulged and her mouth gaped wide. Her fingers clenched her widespread ankles and her long legs jerked as my prick filled her cunt and ground its throbbing knob against her shuddering womb mouth.
Before she could cry out, I pulled my cock completely out and began jabbing just the head through her labial slit. The angle was perfect, and I could pop it in and out with only a little jiggling of my hips.
The sensation was delightful. Her pussy was so juicy that it was easy to force the flared knob through the labial curtain, and the powerful lips smacked wetly each time I wrenched it free. In addition, I was able to stroke more rapidly, and the exquisite frictioning made her climax almost immediately, adding more of that slippery juice to the hot wetness that puddled in the greedy crack of her cunt.
Unable to do more than wiggle her trapped ass, Lucy's reaction became internal, and her vaginal walls chewed and sucked at my glans each time it slipped inside. My own pleasure was intense, for my cock was alternately exposed to the cool air of the room and the torrid wetness of her sopping pussy, and I kept at it for longer than I had intended, making her come four times before switching to a full-length probing of her undulating cunt.
I fucked her slowly, pulling my cock all the way out and sliding it into the churning grip until the top portion of my scrotal sac invaded the lower folds of her splayed slit.
Lucy had never been screwed that way before. She had plenty of time to work those vaginal muscles about my shaft and enjoy the massage of her delicate tissues as my prong slid in and out. Tears of pleasure and excitement oozed from her eyes and I tasted them in the kisses I gave her as I began increasing the speed of my pistoning cock.
She screamed when I yanked my prick out of her cunt just as the first spurt of semen burst from the throbbing tip. It splattered against the sensitive labial slips and I eased the knob between them to spill the second volley just inside her vagina.
Her pussy clenched and sucked, drawing me deeper and deeper as I jetted my load of hot sperm into her convulsing belly. Her ass bucked, the cheeks spasming about my balls as I delivered the last ropy glob into the pulsating mouth of her womb.
For a long while, we lay almost motionless, my prick slowly shrinking in that hot sea of mingled fluids, finally slipping out to rest in the cradle of her swollen labia.
"Are you sorry?" I whispered, kissing my way down to one delicious nipple and licking it, not passionately, but lovingly. Her arms held me more tightly.
"No!" she said forcefully. "I've never come so hard and so often! I didn't know it could be like that."
I bit the succulent finger, making her jump and giggle. I went back to her lips for a sample of that tasty tongue.
"That was just a starter," I said, rolling off and sitting up on the side of the bed. "If you keep me around, I'll show you some real fun."
She sat up, punching those big boobs against my shoulder and covering my flaccid prick with a warm palm, squeezing gently. Her eyes were bright and happy.
"It's selfish," she said, rubbing her cheek against mine. "But I hope they don't get that road fixed for the next year."
-Grinning, I kissed two fingers and pressed them between her thighs, wiggling them against the wet fur of her snatch. She looked ten years younger as I blew her another kiss from the doorway.
Karen was standing just inside the door of the room I shared with Danny, a slender silhouette in the dim light from the window. I had to brush against her warm body to get by, and I took my time, hearing the swift intake of breath as my hairy chest teased her pointed tits. As if by accident, I trailed my fingers through the silk of her young crotch, feeling the heat of that tender slit.
"You must have half killed her!" the girl hissed in an angry tone. On the bed, Danny stirred restlessly.
"Aw, c'mon, sis!" he argued softly. "You could tell she was enjoying it. That's the way women sound when they're really with it."
The girl turned, presenting the outline of her excitingly curved bottom and tilted breasts. She glared at her brother's shadowy figure.
"How the hell would you know?" she grated. "All you've ever done is let me jerk you off! How do you know how women act?"
"I've seen a couple of movies," the lad said apologetically. "They sound like they're dying." His voice stiffened. "I thought you liked doing this."
The tits rose and fell in a sigh of resignation. "I do, Danny," she said, moving toward the door. "But I'd like a little fun for myself." With the last word, she was gone.
I walked over to the bed and sat down. Danny moved to make room and locked his hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling.
"I guess you think we're a bunch of freaks," he said quietly.
"No," I answered honestly. "But I do think you're a damned fool."
His head rolled. I couldn't see his eyes, but I could feel his surprised stare as he demanded, "Why?"
"Use your head, man," I told him. "Your sister is just aching to have you plug her snatch, and I don't think Lucy would put up much of a fight if you gave her a sample."
"But," he exclaimed fiercely, "that's incest! Jesus! They're my sister and my mother!"
"I've got news for you, Danny," I said, stretching out beside him and relaxing my suddenly tired muscles. "Sisters like to be screwed, and mothers wouldn't be mothers if somebody hadn't popped a load in their bellies. As for the incest bit, you sure didn't seem to be thinking about that when she was pumping your pecker."
"That's different," he protested. "It's not like I was sticking it in her."
"Damn right, it's not!" I countered. "That's what she's complaining about. When she jerks you off, you get your jollies. All she gets is excited."
He thought about that for a minute. "We could hear you and Mom," he said, changing the subject abruptly. "Christ! You were shaking the whole house."
"I didn't notice," I said innocently. "I was busy."
He chuckled quietly. "It's funny. I thought I'd feel different when you went in there. You know how it is." He turned his head toward me again. "Then, when I heard her voice, I wanted you to do it."
"Why?" I asked sleepily. "Because you thought she liked it or because you wanted to pretend it was you socking the old bone to her?"
His body shifted and he turned his face away before he answered, "A little of both, I guess. It's pretty hard to admit that you'd like to ball your own mother."
I reached over and patted his thigh, grinning when he flinched at my touch. "You're not the first one to think about that," I assured him. "And you won't be the last."
I was almost asleep when he said, "I'd like to fuck Laura Akin."
That was the woman whose husband had accompanied the lad's father in desertion, I remembered. She had a daughter and a son. I searched for their names. "Does Pattie play with Billy's cock?" I murmured.
"If she does," Danny answered, "he won't admit it. She acts like she doesn't even know he has one. But that Laura is one more beauty." He hesitated, then plunged on. "I think about her, sometimes, when Karen's pumping me."
I settled my head against the pillow, taking a long breath. "If I'm here long enough," I said in a drowsy voice, "I'll get you fucked, one way or the other."
"Jesus!" he exclaimed in a soft voice. "I wouldn't know what to do."
I chuckled at the remark. "You just put it in," I told him. "From there on, nature takes over."
If he said anything in response, I didn't hear him. Lucy's cunt was an unintentional soporific. I was asleep in seconds.
CHAPTER THREE
The others had finished breakfast when I dragged myself into the kitchen and grunted as Lucy placed a cup of steaming black coffee in front of me.
Two cups and three cigarettes later, I managed to shake off the effects of the soundest sleep I had enjoyed in years. I told them so, and Lucy turned her back to hide her quick blush.
"I suppose it's this mountain air," I added, watching Karen and Danny try to keep their faces straight. My own lips twitched, but I didn't want to cause their mother any further embarrassment.
"Isn't there any way I can get a message out of here?" I demanded, including all three of them in the question.
"When the bridge goes out," Lucy replied, pretending to be busy with something on the stove, "we're cut off from everything." She turned suddenly. "Danny, get that box of canned goods I set out yesterday. I promised Laura I'd bring them over there."
"Is there any way I can help?" I asked, watching Lucy's buttocks move restlessly beneath her print dress, remembering how they had responded to my thrusting cock only hours before.
"Danny can carry it," she answered. "We won't be gone very long." She turned around, her eyes meeting mine, then darting away. "Karen can fix your breakfast whenever you're ready to eat."
Danny lifted the box to his shoulder and gave me a knowing grin just before leading the way through the back door. Lucy wrapped a filmy scarf about her brown hair and looked about the kitchen.
"Anything you want, now," she said, still dodging my eyes, "just tell Karen."
Through the open door, I watched them disappear into the woods, then I swung my gaze back to the girl who sat opposite me, drawing circles in the yellow remainder of the egg yolk on her plate. It was the first time I had been alone with Karen since she had led me-up the mountain.
Then, I had been a stranded stranger. Now, less a day later, I was the man who had watched her jerk off her brother, and who had balled her mother for almost two hours while she listened.
She was wearing another of those makeshift outfits that revealed most of her belly and barely concealed the tips of her pert breasts. The shirt, obviously one of Danny's, wasn't buttoned, but tied about her slender waist, letting the neckline gape to expose the prominent mounds, and the cut-off jeans were just as tight as the ones she had worn yesterday.
I remembered that all too brief contact of the previous night, and my prick swelled perceptibly beneath the table at the thought of teaching the lovely girl a few advanced lessons in how to handle a cock. From the way she had worked on Danny's prong, I could tell that her experience was limited, and probably confined to her brother's sizable pole. It would be highly interesting to see what she would do with one two inches longer.
"How do you like your eggs, Steve?" Karen asked, getting up and walking over to the stove. My eyes fastened on that deliciously curved bottom I had followed up the mountain, and my cock reached its maximum girth and length, throbbing with desire for the black-haired youngster.
"Eggs are about the last thing I want right now," I said in a thick voice. I had intended using a different approach, but the fire in my balls had grown to such proportions that I couldn't bother with the preliminaries. Karen Stokes was ripe for seduction, and I was eager to get on with the job.
She turned about, resting her hips against the gas range, and resting her hands lightly on those boyish hips, seeming to push the shorts lower as she gave me a knowing grin.
"I thought Mom took care of you last night," she said in a deliberately husky tone. Don't tell me you're still horny."
"Don't tease me, Karen," I murmured, sliding one hand down to clutch my engorged shaft. "Watching you play around with Danny is what started this whole thing." My fingers squeezed. "Don't get coy."
She fluttered her long lashes. "Why, perish the thought!" she exclaimed mockingly. "I'm just a little old mountain girl, and you're from the great big world outside. I wouldn't think of trying to be coy with you."
I was framing an angry retort when her fingers flashed to the loosely knotted shirt, tugging it free, and letting it open all the way down the front. The ripe peaks of her young breasts were erect, their plump nipples pointing slightly upward and outward as she drew a deep breath that pushed the creamy mounds into greater prominence.
"Is this what you want to see?" she exclaimed, shoving the mouth-watering display toward me.
"Part of it!" I said tensely, gripping my prick so hard that it throbbed in protest.
She hooked her thumbs in the low-slung waistband of her shorts. "How about this?" she demanded, shoving them downward.
A riot of black curls reached high on her slightly rounded belly, and I found my tongue caressing suddenly dry lips as she forced the jeans lower, wiggling her hips to aid the descent.
"That's it!" I grunted, staring at the moist crease of her plump labia, its pink indentation almost hidden by the dark hair. My cock was thumping like mad, for I was certain she was about to sample some of the meat her mother had enjoyed only hours before.
The shorts fell to her ankles, and she stepped out of them, raising one leg at a time. The dainty slit winked at me through the curls, tantalizing me with its moist crevice.
I whirled the chair around, and her eyes darted to my clutching fingers. One hand went to her hairy cunt and the other to her lips as she gave an exaggerated gasp.
"Oh, my! Did I cause that? Imagine little old me getting a sophisticated man like you all excited!"
She moved so quickly that I had no time to react. One moment, she was leaning against the stove, the next, she was standing directly in front of me, her legs wide apart, and that beautiful young cunt gaping a musky invitation to my open mouth.
"Kiss me, Steve!" she whispered fiercely, bumping her hips to emphasize her meaning. "Show me how you big city fellows treat a pussy!"
The delicate scent of that dainty slit assailed my nostrils, an odor of clean young sex that whirled through my brain and sent a choking wave of desire through my throat. My hand deserted the bulge of my engorged phallus, and joined its mate in clasping the warm firm cheeks of her gorgeous ass.
Without thought or hesitation, I plunged my face into that furry crotch, my lips seeking the vertical crease of her labia and sliding between them to fasten about the delicate inner lips of her cunt.
With a little gasp, Karen grabbed my head, her hips surging forward to secure the contact, for my tongue was already wriggling into the moist crevice, and my lips were applying a greedy suction that pulled the delicious nectar from inside her unexplored vagina.
I felt the strain as my tongue reached up into that hot corridor, the tip flicking from side to side, caressing the sensitive tissues and creating a quivering response as her hips ground that puffy mound against my mouth.
She tried to speak, but all that escaped her lips was an animal whine, for my tongue was producing sensations in her pussy she had never before experienced, and the constant convulsions of the increasingly slippery channel told me she was about to come.
Her buttocks tightened in my grip, and her pussy seemed to melt about my probing tongue. Her juices, tart and tasty, flooded my mouth so fast that I couldn't swallow all of the warm flow. It bathed my chin and coated the hairs on either side of her pulsating slit, enabling me to work my mouth deeper into that musky cleft as I sucked.
Without releasing my oral grip, I moved her about until her ass rested on the edge of the table, pushing the dishes aside as she squirmed onto the perch and spread those lovely young thighs farther apart.
Quickly, gulping the delicious outpouring of her exploding pussy, I pulled my hands back and thrust them between her legs, beneath my greedily feasting mouth. Just as quickly, Karen got the message, and she drew her feet up to slide her slender legs over my shoulders, trapping my head between those sleek thighs.
Withdrawing my tongue from the dripping lips of her cunt, I seized the swollen finger of her clitoris between my lips, sucking it inward until I could grip it lightly with my teeth. Holding it captive, I worked my tongue against its sensitive knob, sucking its quivering length and bathing it in my own warm saliva.
The girl's fingers tugged wildly at my hair, and her heels drummed against my back. The young thighs that cradled my head dulled the sounds of her cries of pleasure, but the savage jerking of her clitoral stem signaled another ecstatic climax, and I felt the miniature cock retreat into its fleshy hood as her hips bucked with mounting fury. Just in time, I managed to slide my hungry mouth over her spasming inner labia to claim the delicious flood.
It took all my strength to unclamp those determined thighs, for Karen had just discovered the most delightful sensation her pussy had ever experienced. She still had my hair twined in her fingers when I scooped her up in my arms and carried her into the bedroom I had shared with her brother.
Lowering her naked body onto the bed, I wrestled with my zipper, freeing my strutted prick before dropping down beside the whimpering teenager and claiming that juicy snatch again, this time, with my head pointed toward her curled toes.
With my engorged cock right in front of her face, I was certain she couldn't resist giving back a little of the pleasure I was bringing to her dripping crotch. She had admitted enjoying fondling Danny's fuckpole, and I was supplying all the incentive she needed to urge her into her first sampling of the ecstasy of the well-known sixty-nine position.
Her hips responded easily enough, shoving her pussy against my open mouth, and she draped one leg over my head as my tongue began dancing in and out of the slippery crevice. But she still had my hair wrapped about her fingers, urging my face into that steaming jungle of black curls and juicy flesh.
My prick was throbbing almost painfully, and I could feel her warm breath on its swollen knob as she moaned her pleasure at my rapid massage of her clenching labia. I wanted to scream at her to take my cock in her mouth, but I could only grunt as I continued stroking my tongue in and out of that delicious cunt.
Then, with a furious grinding of her slender hips, she was coming again, filling my mouth with that tart vaginal exudation, and I was gulping it down as fast as I could swallow the delightful fluid. My tongue, still spearing her convulsing slit, wallowed about in the mushy entrance, testing its size and resiliency, measuring it for the insertion of my strutted prong.
The shudders diminished, and I began nibbling on her clitoral bud, flicking it with my tongue until it climbed out of the meaty hood to throb responsively as I sucked its slippery shaft. Suddenly, I felt her fingers release their grip on my hair, and my lips jerked with anticipation.
Her warm fingers curled about my prick, squeezing just hard enough to force a glob of jism from the swollen head, and she used her thumb to spread the slippery liquid downward, lubricating her palm as she began pumping with both hands.
Now that she had started cooperating, I rolled over onto my back, pulling her into position with her thighs straddling my upturned face. That way, I figured, she could go down on my cock without fear of its trying to cram its entire length into her inexperienced mouth.
Pursing my lips into a tight oval, I forced them inside the yielding inner labia, slurping the juice from deep inside her pussy, then forcing it back into the shivering vagina. My tongue flickered about the sensitive aperture, and Karen tried to shove my head through the mattress with the fierce grinding of her excited cunt. She was getting her first head, and loving every minute.
I felt a warm pressure against the head of my prick, and my balls tightened. Licking that delicious young snatch had worked me into a feverish desire that I could no longer control. My hips bounced, driving my cock through her racing fingers and against that yielding warmth.
I sucked the lips of her pussy between my teeth, chewing them in a way that made her ass buck and hunch in rhythm with my thrusting tongue. Her juices filled my mouth and overflowed, bathing my chin and my cheeks, and I swallowed the heady elixir with greedy gulps, my buttocks clenching as the first waves of orgasmic pleasure washed through my belly.
We both came. Karen's pussy churned and spasmed about my sucking lips and dancing tongue, and my cock leaped in her stroking grip as my semen hurtled upward toward that warm softness that caressed the slitted tip.
Faintly, I heard her gasp, but the pleasure was so intense that I gave little heed to her reaction. I sucked harder than ever as she pounded into her own climax, and slaked my thirst with that tasty flood of warm tartness that spilled from her convulsing cunt.
Satisfied, for the moment, she fell away from me, and I lifted my head to see a splotch of white cream on her slender throat. She had taken my seminal load just below her chin, while I had taken for granted that her lips were touching the head of my exploding cock.
"Christ!" I groaned. "Why didn't you at least kiss the damned thing?"
She gave me a weak grin. Her hands, both of them covered with my thick come, reached up to massage the sticky gathering on her throat, then moved to the distended nipple of her left breast to coat it with the ropy sperm.
"I was too excited," she said in a breathless voice. "I've never had anyone do that before."
She bounced about in the bed, bending over me until her soft lips were almost touching mine. Her eyes glittered.
"I can smell myself on your mouth!" she whispered.
Before she could stop me, I pulled her all the way down, driving my tongue between her parted lips and letting her taste the residue of her several climaxes. Her body stiffened for a moment. Then, with a little moan, she answered my kiss with an eagerness that was almost frightening in its intensity.
Her tongue chased mine back inside my mouth, and probed teeth and gums as though searching for some remnant of her flavorful cunt juice.
My hands roamed up and down her writhing curves, trying to reach that dripping slit where my mouth had feasted for so long. But she kept herself pressed tightly against me until the kiss ended, pulling away and climbing to her feet with an impish laugh.
"Is that the way the big city studs seduce young girls?"
I was torn between anger and amusement. She was right. I had fully intended to screw her, but she had succeeded in making me gorge myself on hair pie while getting nothing in return but a handjob exactly like the ones she had been giving Danny.
I grinned, reaching out to swat her bottom, but she danced out of reach. I sat up on the side of the bed as she paused in the doorway, teasing me with her inviting nakedness.
"That's the way we loosen them up," I told her. "The next step is where it really gets interesting."
She stuck her tongue out at me, racing into the kitchen to retrieve her clothes, then hurrying into the bathroom to wash and change. When she was done, I cleaned myself up and sponged off a speck of semen from my fly.
When Lucy and Danny returned, I was halfway through a dish of scrambled eggs and bacon, and Karen was busy washing dishes. There was no outward evidence of our torrid exchange. But my cock quivered with anticipation when I remembered how hot and tight that pussy had been. It would be extremely interesting to witness Karen's reaction when I slid my nine-inch prick into her belly.
Danny suggested that I join him in trying our luck in one of the streams that crisscrossed the side of the mountain, and Lucy expressed a teasing willingness to get us out of the house while she and Karen did the daily cleaning.
Carrying a basket of sandwiches and a thermos full of coffee, Danny led the way through the woods to the spot where a small dam had been built across a stream, creating a miniature lake and a small waterfall.
We fished in relative silence for a while, relaxing on the grassy bank and watching the red and white floats give an occasional dip. The fish went no further than an exploratory nibble, causing Danny to toss his cane pole aside in disgust. He settled back on his elbows and gave me a questioning look.
"I've been thinking about what you said last night."
"Oh?" I grunted, lighting a cigarette and pretending less interest than I felt.
"Yeah," he answered, sitting up and locking his arms about his knees. "It's funny, you know. I just never thought about making it with Mom. Then, walking over to the Akins, I took a good look at her. Christ! I got a hard on before we were halfway there."
"Why didn't you do something about it?" I asked, still watching the float.
"You're kidding!" he exclaimed. "Just because she let you screw her doesn't mean she's gonna let me do it. I guess she knows there's something going on between me and Karen, but she'd wear my ass out if I tried to get fresh with her."
The float disappeared, and I gave a yank at the pole, snorting when the hook sailed free of the water, empty. I hauled it in and re-baited, tossing it back before answering.
"I'll make a deal with you, Danny," I told the boy. "If you'll give me a hand with Karen, I'll guarantee that Lucy will let you ball her."
"Karen?" he frowned. "Jesus! You mean you want to screw her?"
I had to smile at the lad's reaction. "Hell, yes," I replied. "She's a very desirable girl, Danny. Anyway, wouldn't it be a blast if we got her and Lucy in the same bed?"
His eyes showed his interest, but he wagged his head. "Mom will never do it. She's too wrapped up in that silly belief of hers." He pressed his chin against his knee. "I'll help you with Karen, I guess. Man, I'd like to see that."
His enthusiasm sent a shiver of excitement through my balls, and my cock lengthened responsively. If I had to be stuck in the hills for a few days, I couldn't have picked a better place to spend the time.
Danny and I were real pals by the time we started back to the house. Now that we had agreed to share whatever action we could promote, our common interest bound us more tightly than ordinary friendship. Even Lucy commented on our friendliness, and we almost broke into laughter as we exchanged secretive grins.
We ate dinner by lamplight, then went out to enjoy the cool night breeze that bathed the porch. Lucy joined me in the swing, while Karen and Danny sat on the broad steps only a few feet away.
"I'm beginning to understand why people love the mountains," I said, taking Lucy's hand and pressing it against the outlined ridge of my cock. Her fingers stiffened in resistance, then crept about the lengthy bulge to squeeze its swift hardening.
"I'll take the city," Karen answered from the steps. "It's too darn quiet up here."
It was dark where Lucy and I sat. The only light was the yellow shaft of lamplight from the doorway. Slowly and quietly, I slid my zipper down, forcing Lucy's hand aside to pull my prick out and press her fingers back into that highly enjoyable position.
"I like them both," Danny observed. "You can do a lot of things up here that you couldn't do in the city." Lucy's hand began a gentle pumping, the warm fingers sliding up and down my cock, slowly and excitingly. I slipped one arm about her shoulders and gave her an encouraging squeeze, urging her to continue massaging my throbbing prong.
Karen and Danny began a good-natured argument about the relative merits of the rural and urban areas, and Lucy's fingers slid up and down with slowly gathering speed. My hand moved down over her shoulder, reaching for one inviting breast, and the movement forced her torso forward, bending her head toward my lap. I placed my lips close to her ear.
"Kiss it for me, Lucy!" I whispered. Her body jerked and she shook her head almost savagely. For a moment, her fist stopped its delightful stroking. Then, with a gentle squeeze of remonstrance, she began pumping again, more enthusiastically than before.
"Come on, baby," I whispered, making sure the kids couldn't hear me. "One little kiss won't hurt you."
This time, she didn't shake her head, and she didn't stop pumping. But her body resisted the slight pressure of the arm when I tried to push her face down toward the head of my cock.
Brother and sister were quiet on the steps, and I strained my eyes to see the reason for their silence. Karen's body hid Danny's hips, but I could tell by the odd tilt of the boy's head that she was giving him the same pleasant treatment her mother was affording my tingling cock. However, I was reasonably sure that she wasn't doing for him what I was trying to get Lucy to do for me.
I increased the pressure and felt Lucy yield just a bit. I kissed her hair and tightened my fingers on that firm tit, rubbing my palm over the distended nipple, caressing it through the thin dress. Her hand moved faster, and she gave an almost inaudible whimper of desire.
She bent forward, her tit slipping from my hand, and I almost cried out with pleasure as her warm lips pressed their moist membranes against the sensitive knob of my rearing cock. My-fingers fastened about the nape of her neck, holding her in place as my hips pushed upward, shoving the prick more firmly against her wet lips.
"Open your mouth, Lucy!" I whispered pleadingly. "Please, baby! Don't make me suffer like this!"
The lips parted, fitting themselves over the head of my prick, and I felt the gentle scrape of her teeth as they slid past the rim of the glans. Her tongue pressed, hot and wet, not moving for a few moments, then beginning a slow, loving massage of the slitted tip.
A stab of ecstasy lanced through my balls, and a glob of jism surged upward through my engorged staff to spill against her caressing tongue. I felt her body jerk as she tasted the salty fluid. Then, as if the sample had triggered some restrained hunger, she pulled my cock farther inside her mouth and began sucking with hot, wet tugs, her head bobbing up and down in the sheltering darkness. The tongue shaped itself into a delightful curve that pressed my meaty probe against my palate as she ate me, bathing my prick in her saliva, then swallowing the mixture as I added my own male juice to the slippery wetness.
Once Lucy decided to go down on me, she didn't retreat an inch. Her soft lips took over the job begun by her fingers, sliding up and down my prick until the sensitive knob was plunging back into her throat. Her hand was still busy on the base of my prong, squeezing and pumping in time with her bobbing head. She wriggled her tongue caressingly, then used it to lash my glans each time her lips climbed the staff, pausing for just an instant to nurse the meaty tip.
The swing was beginning to squeak from her rhythmic motion, but she was too excited to care that the noise could be heard by the two youngsters. What Lucy didn't know, of course, was that they were busy with their own version of togetherness.
Danny was giving little grunts as Karen worked on his tool, and I wondered what his reaction would be if she suddenly decided to give him the same treatment her mother was lavishing on my happy prick.
Lucy managed to work her free hand down between my thighs and slip the fingers into my fly, freeing my hairy balls for her delicate fondling. I scooted forward to give her more room, and added enough pressure on the back of her bobbing head to let her know I wanted more depth.
She couldn't take it all. The head bumped the back of her throat and she made a soft gagging sound before she could adjust to the pressure of the thick knob. But the slight discomfort seemed to excite her, and she sucked harder when her head rose for another delightful slide.
I heard Danny give a muffled grunt that signaled his ejaculation, and the sound conjured up a picture of Karen's dainty cunt, its lips swollen with desire and moist with her youthful juices. For the next several seconds, I pretended that Lucy's mouth was Karen's pussy, enveloping my cock with the same eagerness she had displayed when my tongue invaded that virginal sheath.
Then, as the waves of goodness crashed against my loaded balls, I surrendered the dream and concentrated on the extremely pleasant reality of Lucy's greedy suction.
She was whimpering, the muted sound trickling through her nostrils, her head rising and falling more rapidly as she sensed the nearness of my orgasm. Originally, she had pretended hesitancy when urged to employ that expert tongue on my prick. Now, with the throbbing staff about to spill its creamy semen, she nursed it with increasing avidity, moving her head in a grinding circle to heighten the pleasure produced by her slurping mouth.
The goodness became ecstasy, and the ecstasy mounted until my ass was jerking in uncontrollable response to her tugging lips and teasing tongue. Both of my hands grabbed her bobbing head to shove her mouth down onto my savagely throbbing cock, and I felt the pulsating head plunge between her tonsils to jam its meaty bulk against the hot wetness of her gulping throat.
She tried to retreat from the punishing intrusion, but I held her in place as my come burst upward through the swollen column of my prick to spurt its thick juice into her convulsing throat.
She stopped fighting, swallowing with noisy gulps as my sperm jetted in repeated volleys, splashing against the thirsty tissues that massaged the exploding tip of my prong with their reactive contractions. Her tongue curled and caressed the inserted length of my prick, and a torrid suction drew the come from me in almost painful tugs. Only when I was drained did she relinquish her hungry grip, letting the cock slip out until she could polish the tender knob with that skillful tongue.
From the steps, Karen's voice said, "You two are awfully quiet."
Lucy let go of my prick to answer, "We're too cozy to do much talking." Her voice was husky from her prolonged nursing of my cock.
"You and Danny haven't been saying much, either," I observed, almost gasping when Lucy's tongue slid over the slitted tip of my prong.
Karen's answer was laced with veiled sarcasm. "It's cozy over here, too. Isn't it, Danny?"
The youth's reply was a muffled grunt, and I wondered if the girl had succeeded in getting him to use his tongue on her tasty pussy. It was too dark to be sure, but I thought the lad was bent forward over his sister's lap.
Lucy drew herself upward, and I tilted her face to where I could reach her mouth with mine. She made a halfhearted attempt at dodging the kiss, then surrendered her tongue with a furious writhing as her lips worked eagerly and responsively.
"Why can't I sleep with you tonight?" I whispered when the kiss ended. My hand was on her tit again, and the nipple was hard between my kneading fingers. "The kids know what we did last night."
She sucked in a sharp breath. "Oh, I couldn't! I don't know what Danny must think of me!"
Her failure to mention Karen struck me as odd. Then I remembered that the girl was older than her brother, and could be expected to understand a woman's needs. The thought prompted an idea that I kept to myself as we entered the house in pretended innocence to prepare for bed.
CHAPTER FOUR
Danny listened to my plan as he sat, naked, on the edge of the bed, glancing down and blushing when his cock began stiffening halfway through my whispered explanation. My own whang was only slightly engorged, but it matched the youngster's erection in swift growth, rising to reach outward from my hairy crotch and draw his eyes to its throbbing length.
"Christ!" he exclaimed in admiration. "I wish mine was that big!"
I grinned at his boyish enthusiasm. "You've got all you need to get the job done," I assured him. "Just play it cool for tonight, and I'm pretty sure we'll have you in the saddle tomorrow."
"Maybe," he said, "with Karen. But Mom will never go for it."
"We'll see," I answered, watching his fingers encircle the base of his cock in an unconscious caress. "Go one and bang it," I exclaimed, giving him a playful punch on the shoulder. "It won't really give you warts on your palm."
He flushed as he became aware of what he was doing, but his fist remained clamped about the sizable shaft as I tiptoed toward the door. My own prong throbbed with anticipation as I slipped out into the small hallway to quietly open the door of the other bedroom.
The lamp was burning, just as on the previous night, its wick turned low, and the yellow glow bathing the two lovely bodies on the bed. Slowly, hoping the floor wouldn't creak, I approached them, my eyes narrowing in elevated desire as they surveyed the two exposed crotches, one brown, and the other jet black.
Lucy lay on the outside of the wide bed, her big breasts rising and falling with the even rhythm of sleep. Her lush thighs were slightly parted, revealing the soft crease of her pussy in its chestnut-hued nest.
On the other side, Karen lay facing me, her knees drawn up until they almost touched the cherry tips of her young breasts. Like her mother, she had discarded her nightgown, but the hidden treasure between her slender thighs were still intact.
Carefully and slowly, I raised one leg and inserted my knee between Lucy's thighs, freezing in position when she stirred restlessly at my touch, the thighs increasing their angle in subconscious response.
One hand dropped to the bed between mother and daughter, balancing my weight until I could add the other knee, and I was crouching above the sleeping woman with my prick jutting down toward her unsuspecting cunt.
It had seemed ridiculously simple when I explained it to Danny. I would slip into the room, climb on top of the slumbering Lucy, and slide my cock into her. Once she felt that hard meat inside her vagina, she wouldn't be able to resist letting me screw her. The fact that Karen lay beside her would become relatively insignificant.
She stirred again when I lowered my hips to press the head of my prick into the moist cleft of her plump labial mound, just touching the relaxed inner lips, and I waited until the lush breasts resumed their steady rhythm before making my next move.
It was then I happened to look over at Karen and find her dark eyes staring at my engorged spear, its blunt tip already out of sight in the brown curls of her mother's crotch.
It was inevitable that she would be awakened once I began hunching, but I hadn't anticipated having her witness the opening moves of my erotic symphony. Frankly, I wasn't sure how Lucy would react if she knew Karen was watching from the very beginning.
Her eyes flickered up to meet mine, and I made a silencing motion with my lips, giving my head a little negative shake. Her lips pursed, as if in thought, and she let a half-smile play over her cute face. Finally, she nodded, her gaze going back to my poised weapon and its waiting target.
I lowered my torso until my chest was almost touching the spongy fingers of Lucy's tits, my elbows supporting my weight on either side of her relaxed arms. I grinned when Karen's hand slid over to curl itself about mine, squeezing it encouragingly.
"UNNNNHHHH!"
Lucy's cry was forced from her by the savage thrust of my prick as I rammed it into the surprised corridor of her pussy and drove its full nine-inch length between the spasming labial lips, crowding my balls against her quivering perineum in complete hilting.
Her lips jerked and her arms flew up as if to push me from her body. But my chest was bearing down on those resilient mounds, and my hips were firmly seated between her quivering thighs. With my cock entrenched in that writhing cunt, Lucy was helpless.
She glared up at me, surprise and anger giving way to lust in the glittering depths of her eyes, and I felt the delightful caress of her vaginal walls as they adjusted themselves about my prick with slippery undulations. Her arms slipped up to encircle my shoulders, and she raised those long legs to scissor my waiting hips. Inside her cunt, a gush of warm juice bathed my shaft, and I began sliding it in and out, fucking her with a slow entry and withdrawal that made her moan with the exquisite frictioning.
Her head rolled toward Karen, and she gasped as her eyes met her daughter's excited stare. She looked up at me, lips working soundlessly, then back at the girl's amused face.
"Forgive me, baby!" Lucy panted, spacing her words about the cooperative rise and fall of her lush hips as she met my prick with an upward thrust of her increasingly juicy crotch. "I can't help it! I know what you must think of me!" She was babbling, her head rolling on the pillow, and her eyes staring wildly. "It's so good! I can't stop!"
Her ass had swung into high gear, adding a grinding motion to her eager hunching, and the pliant vaginal walls were now liberally coated with her internal secretions. I was driving in and out with a steady rhythm, my chest cushioned by those warm tits as I fucked her, rapping her anus with my heavy balls each time my prod bored into her receptive cunt.
Karen tugged her fingers from mine and shaped them about her mother's face, forcing her to meet her steady gaze. Then, as I moved my head aside to give them room, Karen leaned over to press her lips against Lucy's surprised mouth in a long kiss.
While the two were temporarily occupied, I slid my left hand beneath Karen's arm and curled the fingers about a firm, warm nipple, fondling it as my prick continued its delightful frictioning of her mother's clenching pussy.
Lucy achieved her first climax while Karen's lips were still on hers, and from the way her body convulsed, I had no doubt that the girl was giving her a mouthful of tongue to suck as her pussy shivered and chewed on my probing ramrod.
I waited until the girl raised her head, then pushed my torso upward to bare the woman's tits, catching Karen's eyes and gesturing toward the distended nipples. She hesitated for only a moment. Her black hair teased my chest as she inserted her head between us, fastening her lips about the succulent tip of Lucy's right tit.
"No!" Lucy pleaded, straining upward to stare down at her daughter's willing caress. "Oh! ... Please! ... No! ... I can't stand it! ... Oh, baby! ... Oh, yes! ... Harder ... Bite it!"
Her cunt was churning out another juicy orgasm, and my cock sluiced through the slippery embrace with increasing speed. I worked my hand down over Karen's warm curves until my fingers touched the wiry curls of her pubic hair. Then, before she could block my move, I forced two fingers into her protesting slit.
It was tight, just as it had been when my tongue had delved into its delicious entrance. But my fingers could do things the tongue couldn't accomplish with its limited length and power. I wormed the two digits inward until my progress was blocked by the other fingers, then began wiggling them against the sensitive vaginal walls.
Karen's body convulsed, and she gave a muffled gasp against her mother's tit. Her hips twisted and hunched, working the juicy cunt about my stiffened fingers, the labia squeezing in powerful spasms as the frictioned flesh responded with its intended reaction.
I wasn't neglecting Lucy. My prick slid in and out of her churning snatch with thrusts that slammed her ass down into the yielding bed, and the blunt knob reached up into her belly to jab the mouth of her cervix. She was fucking back like a wild woman, digging her heels into my pounding rump and grinding her pelvis as my cock probed and stroked her hungry cunt.
Karen must have really been chewing on that spongy nipple, for Lucy was giving little cries that had nothing to do with my assault on her pussy. Her hands clutched at Karen's head, pushing the nursing lips more tightly against the heaving tit. I added to the general excitement by using a third finger on the girl's erect clitoris, a caress that drew a gush of warm, slippery juice from the quivering slit to bathe my hand and wrist. Inside her convulsing pussy, my fingers massaged the tissues as they trembled through a climax that made her whole body shake and jerk.
Lucy's dripping snatch exploded when she felt Karen's vibrating orgasm. Hot fountains sprayed my plunging prick, and a hundred sucking mouths surrounded the throbbing tip, licking it with fiery tongues as her ass bobbed and wiggled to extract the last delicious spasm of pleasure from her searing climax.
I kept stroking until I was sure she had finished. Then, keeping my cock hilted in Lucy's quim, but not moving it, I extracted my fingers from Karen's snatch and grabbed a handful of her black hair, pulling her lips from the saliva-smeared tit with a noisy plopping sound. She glared at me as I forced her head around.
"Now," I said softly, enjoying the look on her face as my words registered. "It's your turn."
Dragging my cock from its juicy nest, I pushed the girl back beside her mother, effecting a release from Lucy's encircling legs and sliding one knee over to insert it between Karen's trembling thighs.
Lucy tried to sit up, but succeeded in getting only as far as her elbows. She stared at us with confused eyes, her face working in a wide range of conflicting emotions.
"No, Steve!" she exclaimed in a desperate voice. "Not my baby!"
I was settling my knees between Karen's legs as she said, "Oh, Mom! I'm not a baby anymore! I'm a grown woman!"
"But," Lucy insisted, "you can't let him do it!"
"You did," her daughter reminded her. "And you loved it when I sucked your tit while he did it to you. Are you supposed to have all the fun?"
Lucy heaved herself sideways, pulling Karen's head against her naked breasts and rocking it with her body. Her eyes closed as she chewed furiously on her lower lip before she answered.
"I just don't want to see you hurt, baby," she crooned. She looked up at my face. "Be gentle with her, Steve," she murmured. "Please!"
"Oh, for god's sake, Mom!" Karen exploded angrily. "He's already had his tongue in it! Stop treating me like a damned child!"
Lucy released her with a little grunt of surprise, and settled back on her elbows again, her eyes accusing me with a stare I could not decipher. I grinned at her as I aimed my cock at Karen's waiting crotch.
"Jealous, Lucy?" I murmured. "You ought to be happy. It isn't every mother that gets to see her daughter balled for the first time."
"You're evil!" she spat at me, her face red with anger.
Balancing myself on one hand, I grabbed her wrist and tugged it down to Karen's furry snatch, pressing her fingers into the slippery crevice I had already stirred into a juicy readiness.
"Feel of that, Lucy!" I commanded, holding her hand in place. "Does that feel like a damned baby split?"
Lucy's face was livid, but her fingers were moving in the mushy cleft, exploring the tender portal of her daughter's vagina. Karen made a little whimpering sound as the fingers entered her pussy, and her hips surged upward to increase the pleasure of the caress.
"That's it, Lucy," I said, my voice softening as I saw the excited wonder in the woman's eyes. "Play with it a little. You want to be a part of what's about to happen. Don't you?"
She nodded, hesitantly at first, then vigorously. I didn't have to hold her wrist any longer. The fingers were enjoying their visit in that torrid nether mouth, and they were working furiously. Karen's ass was twisting cooperatively, and the girl was panting with pleasure as the digits probed and massaged.
"She sucked your tits, Lucy," I suggested. "Why don't you sample hers? I can assure you, they're quite tasty."
Before Lucy could respond, Karen's arm snaked about her mother's neck, pulling her face down to the rosebud tip of her left breast. At the last moment, the woman's mouth opened, and Karen gasped with delight as it fastened happily about the succulent nipple.
Just as she had done with my cock, once Lucy went to work, she put everything she had into it Her head rolled from side to side, and she let the nipple slip out of her mouth to lick the sensitive aureole with broad sweeps of her wet tongue. Then, straining her jaw with effort, she sucked almost half of the firm mound between her lips, and Karen's sharp cry was evidence of the treatment her tit was receiving.
I grabbed Lucy's wrist again, pulling her dripping fingers from the splayed labia, and forcing them about my cock, its shaft still wet from its session in her soaking cunt. I gave her encircling hand a soft squeeze as I leaned forward.
"Put it in for me, Lucy," I whispered. "And keep your hand on it as it slides in."
It was a gamble. But I was pretty sure of myself. Lucy was already caught up in the excitement of her daughter's imminent defloration, and it was un-likely that I could suggest anything she would not find highly agreeable.
Still feasting on that tasty nipple, Lucy's fingers steered my prick into position, inserting the blunt knob between the plump outer labia of Karen's cunt. The heat of her young snatch bathed my sensitive glans, and I felt the soft flutter of the inner lips as I added pressure to my throbbing dong.
Karen's thighs slid upward along mine until they cradled my poised hips. She sucked in a deep breath and held it, waiting for my first thrust. But I had other plans.
"Wiggle it, Lucy," I said in a soft voice. "Pretend it's your cock, and make her really want it."
The fingers gave my prong a squeeze that was almost painful. Then she began massaging the slippery slit with its broad knob, rubbing it up and down in the oily crevice, and guiding it upward to tease the exposed bud of the girl's swollen clitoris.
Karen's hips jiggled, and she gave a throaty moan of delight at the unexpected pleasure. For myself, I had trouble quenching the urge to ram my pole into that inviting slit and get on with my personal pleasure.
The cleft became juicier with each gliding caress, and I was able to detect each distinct area as my cock head touched it. Her clitoris was a pliant, but firm protuberance that made my prick jerk with its moist heat, and I could feel the slight yielding as the glans slid past the center of her vaginal entrance. Then, there was an increasing firmness as the slit narrowed to blend with her plump mound before sloping down to her perineum.
My tongue had already mapped that delightful valley, but my cock discovered features the earlier adventurer had missed. More important, it was loosening the gateway of that young pussy for the entrance I could delay but a few moments longer without spilling my load in the black hairs that framed the quivering slit.
As if recognizing my urgency from the vigorous jerking of my prod, Lucy's fingers centered the tip in the yielding furrow, and my balls tightened as I began easing my prick into Karen's tender pussy.
The labial lips spread reluctantly, the moist tissues clinging to my glans as it moved inward. Then, as the full circumference of. the knob demanded entrance, they were strained into a taut circle that embraced me with a delicate shivering. My hips moved, and the hot wetness surrounded my cock head completely, the lips clamping my shaft as I invaded her vagina, stretching the elastic walls into a shuddering embrace.
Karen whimpered, a sound that was half-sob and half-cry, as my cock filled the mouth of her virgin cunt. But her ass pushed the juicy crotch up receptively, and her thighs left my sides to widen the gateway for the rest of my huge organ.
Lucy's hand was still wrapped about the base of my prong, the curve of her fingers lightly touching her daughter's encircling labia. Through my cock, she could feel the girl's response as I began feeding my pole into her, inch by throbbing inch.
Karen's hips began a restless grinding that frictioned the vaginal walls about my prick with the most delightful sensations. From deep in that steaming channel, her juices boiled upward to meet me, bathing and lubricating, their heat adding to the ever increasing pleasure of easing my cock into a fresh young cunt while the girl's mother shared in the sensual joy by avidly sucking her daughter's ripe-nippled tits and fondling my half-hilted prick.
Placing my lips close to Lucy's ear, I whispered, "Let me have her, Lucy. Why don't you get between our legs where you can see what's going on?"
Her desire to participate was greater than any reluctance she may have felt. The fingers gave me a final squeeze, and her lips released Karen's nipple with a wet, sucking sound. She moved aside, and I lowered my chest onto those delicate mounds, feeling the warmth of the distended tips against my skin.
Karen's arms welcomed me, and her lips parted as my mouth claimed hers, tasting the sweet tongue that fluttered between my teeth like a frightened bird. Her eyes remained wide open, staring into mine with amazement as I forced still more of my cock into her protesting sheath, forcing the shuddering walls to expand as my glans bored up into her writhing belly.
She took almost the full length before the delicate brows dropped in a slight wince. I halted the downward motion of my hips and held them motionless, feeling the internal muscles of her cunt tighten about my cock with repeated shudders, each one producing a wave of pleasure that washed back to my scrotal sac and rolled through my belly in ecstatic contractions.
Our lips parted, and she drew a long, noisy breath, the deep inhalation pushing the twin peaks of her breasts more firmly against my hairy chest. Digging her heels into the bed, she made her hips bounce, sending the slippery grip of her cunt sliding up and down my prong. Her lips twisted in a grimace of pleasure, and I felt the ineffable sensation of her vaginal contractions about my throbbing lance.
I slipped my arms beneath her and began dragging my cock outward through the clinging tissues. Again, her eyes widened in astonishment at the feeling generated by the frictioning of her cunt walls and clenching labia. She tightened her arms about my neck and screwed her ass in a deft circling that would have done credit to a lifelong whore.
My prick slid back into the torrid embrace, forcing a soft grunt from her lips as it filled her belly with its throbbing bulk, only to withdraw for another delightful thrust that found her hips climbing up to meet mine in eager response.
I was just getting started when she sailed into her first climax, her body jerking and her hips bucking beneath me. I slowed my strokes, but her fingers dug into my shoulders.
"Don't stop!" she gasped. "Please! Don't stop!"
Her panted exclamation was like a goad to my hunching ass. I fucked her with accelerated thrusts, my prick boring through the spasming tissues as they clenched and shuddered in repeated stabs of orgasmic delight. Her cunt honey laved my glans and spread back along the pistoning shaft to seep out past the straining circle of her vaginal mouth.
My belly splatted against hers, feeling the sensuous twisting as her hips performed that unique contortion that made it seem as though her pussy was revolving about my engorged pole. And through it all, Karen's eyes continued to stare into mine with that amazed expression, as if she found the pleasure unbelievable.
I almost lost my rhythm when I felt Lucy's hands on my thighs. She had followed my suggestion, but I had forgotten about her in the excitement of entering the nubile Karen. At her gentle nudge, I widened the angle of my thighs, giving her a full view of my thick cock driving in and out of her daughter's tight, but eager pussy. The mere awareness that she was watching added to the already indescribable pleasure of the act, and I pounded my meat into Karen's sheath with more vigorous hunches.
The girl was reaching for another searing orgasm, and I helped her reach it by forcing my body upward and sawing my cock against her sensitive clitoris as I fucked her. Again, the cunt shuddered, and I prepared to ride her through the orgasmic storm. She groaned as the first wave of ecstasy lanced through her tightly packed cunt.
"Wait!" she cried in a choked voice. "Hold it still this time!"
With a little groan of my own, I plunged my cock into the churning depths and held it there as the cunt walls convulsed about its prodigious length.
Then, my ass jerked as Lucy's wet tongue dipped beneath my dangling balls and dragged its wriggling tip upward toward the exposed circle of my anus. Reaching it, the oral muscles stiffened, and its slippery tip began sliding determinedly and forcefully into my quivering, clenching asshole.
Karen's climax diminished, and she became aware of my altered expression, recognizing that it had something to do with Lucy's presence behind me.
"What's she doing?" Karen whispered, the wide eyes curious.
"She's running her tongue up my ass!" I gasped, my hips jerking as the widening bulk slid deeper into my sensitive anus, its tip wriggling to loosen and lubricate the passageway.
"Does it feel good?" Karen demanded, excitement in her voice. Her pussy throbbed more violently about my prick, and I found it difficult to separate the two sources of pleasure in my mind. My balls felt like twin fuses, each burning closer and closer to a dual explosion.
"Christ, yes!" I groaned. The tongue was beginning a slow in-and-out motion, fucking my asshole, and the result was a feeling of such incredible goodness that my whole body trembled.
"I wonder if she likes it?" the girl murmured, giving her hips a little hunch that made me grunt as the cunt squeezed my prong.
"It was her idea," I managed. Then I groaned again, for Lucy had shaped the hot tongue into a curled insertion, and was forcing her saliva through the pulsating cylinder. Before I could adjust to that highly enjoyable sensation, she fastened her lips tightly against my anus, and sucked the fluid back again.
"I can't move!" I panted, my sphincter spasming about that hot probe, and my cock jerking wildly in Karen's juicy snatch.
"I can!" the girl exclaimed, drawing her knees higher and wrapping her legs about my waist. Her arms tightened, and she began grinding her ass in a savage circling motion that forced my prick in and out while its throbbing bulk frictioned every slippery fold and curve of her undulating cunt.
"Damn!" I yelped, my legs stiffening in uncontrollable spasms as the pleasure became more intense. "Get it! Both of you! Get it!"
Using my arched body for support, Karen worked that juicy pussy in rapid gyrations, churning it about my cock as her mother's tongue raced in and out of my spasming asshole, a combination that brought my semen racing through my frenzied prong to spurt in powerful volleys against the girl's convulsing cervix.
Karen's cunt drank my come with hungry suction, the vagina milking my prick with undulating ripples that began at the base and rolled inward until the mushy tissues seemed to be chewing the spitting glans.
Lucy, feeling my anus contract as my balls spilled their thick cream into Karen's belly, grabbed my hips and plunged her tongue deeper than ever, wriggling it about inside the tender channel as though trying to reach through me and into her daughter's freshly baptized pussy.
My ecstasy subsided, and Lucy's tongue tugged its way out of my tail, lingering to lick wetly about the tender entrance, then dip lower to provide one last caress for my empty nut sac. Karen unwrapped her legs, and I made her gasp as my prick withdrew from her vaginal embrace.
I rolled off the girl's body to find Lucy still kneeling at the foot of the bed, both hands clutching her lush breasts as she stared, wide-eyed, at Karen's splayed pussy. I stared, too, as a thin thread of ropy semen trickled from the friction-reddened lips.
The girl slid her finger down to frame the damp bush of her cunt, pressing and pulling to widen the delicate slit. Looking at her mother's excited face, she pushed her hips upward, elevating the cream filled pussy.
"Mom?" she murmured questioningly, but the bold movement of her lovely crotch made the word an invitation.
Unable to tear her gaze from the waiting cunt, Lucy wagged her head from side to side, swallowing violently as her hands massaged the engorged tips of her big boobs.
I reached for her arm, puling her forward, between Karen's legs. Her hands went down to brace herself, fingers clutching the rumpled sheet on either side of her daughter's slowly grinding hips.
"No!" she whimpered. There was time for only the single word before her open mouth fastened itself on the girl's tasty cunt, and Karen cried out in keen delight as that expressive tongue slithered up into her juice-filled vagina.
Lucy became a wild woman, once her lips made contact with the suggested target. Her head rolled to work her mouth against the tender orifice, and she sucked noisily, swallowing the tart mixture yielded by the grinding pussy. Between gulps, she moaned her joy at sharing the first load of come deposited in that young belly.
My cock was swelling and throbbing as I watched the exciting scene. Still slippery with Karen's vaginal juices, it reared demandingly in the yellow lamplight, and I heaved myself to my knees behind the greedily sucking Lucy.
Without preliminaries, I gripped the wet shaft and shoved its blunt head between the woman's firm buttocks, sliding it up and down in the warm crease until I felt the hot indentation of her puckered anus.
Her ass cheeks clenched as I pressed against the tender circle, but I grabbed her hips, and Karen's hands flew down to hold her head in place, her hot eyes watching my every action.
The sphincter gave me a battle, squeezing itself into a ring of determined resistance that refused to yield to my big cock head. I pressed until my shaft ached with strain, then suddenly relaxed, the tip still touching the clenched aperture.
I felt the tension ease, and I gave a savage thrust, grunting with joy when the knob snapped through the rubbery entrance, sliding delightfully up into Lucy's convulsing ass. Almost immediately, my prick was bathed in the hot oil of her intestinal walls, and I forced over half the length of my shaft inside the spasming sheath.
Then, grinning at Karen's flushed face, I began fucking that slippery channel, driving deeper with each delightful thrust, until my balls were swinging up into Lucy's mushy cunt cleft as I gave her the full nine inches of throbbing meat.
Karen arched her torso forward, her nipples jiggling as she worked her gurgling pussy against Lucy's slurping mouth. Ramming my prick in and out of that juicy rear, I leaned over Lucy's quivering back to claim her daughter's soft and delicious lips.
I was sucking Karen's tongue when I came.
CHAPTER FIVE
Wednesday morning found the sky filled with threatening clouds, and my head filled with memories of the previous night. It was difficult to believe that I had been a guest of the Stokes family for fewer than forty-eight hours, yet had already stripped Lucy's veneer of morality away, and erased Karen's technical virginity in a most enjoyable manner.
The females were all smiles, although Lucy's lovely face showed a trace of pink each time she spoke to me across the breakfast table. It wasn't too surprising. Obviously, last night was the first time she had ever surrendered to the darker urges of her passionate nature, and she hadn't yet adjusted to her new role.
Karen found it almost impossible to restrain herself in Danny's presence, and I considered it better not to let her know that I had already told him everything, exciting the lad to the point where he jerked himself off after he thought I was asleep.
A rumble of thunder rattled the windows, and Lucy got up to walk to the door and scan the sky, shaking her head at what she saw.
"Will it slow down the work on that bridge if it rains?" I asked her as she turned from the doorway.
"I doubt it," she answered. "It always takes about the same amount of time, whether it rains or not."
"Tired of our company?" Karen demanded with an impish grin.
"Just worried about my job," I answered with a matching smile. "I'd like to make sure the car's okay, too. I've got all my samples in it."
"Want to go check it?" Danny questioned. "We could get down there and back before it starts raining. It'll thunder like that for hours, and never rain a drop."
Lucy surprised me by saying to Karen, "Why don't you both go with Steve? I'll clean the house and have lunch by the time you get back."
The kids scooted outside, giving me a chance to pull Lucy's yielding body against mine and squeeze those delightfully firm buttocks as I tried to reach her tonsils with my tongue.
All the fight had gone out of her. In its place was a savage hunger that made her jam that soft pelvis against my crotch and move it in a suggestive squirming.
"Careful," I whispered with a mock frown. "Keep that up and I'll make the kids wait." I kissed the tip of her cute nose. "Better still, I'll let 'em watch."
She gave a girlish giggle. "I wouldn't care! After last night, I don't think I'd care if the whole world watched."
I bent her backward and nipped a prominent nipple through the thin dress, making her squeal with delight. She was smiling happily as she waved to us from the open door.
Once out of sight of the house, Danny tried to slip his arm about Karen's slender waist. But the girl eluded him with a deft contortion of her agile hips. The boy growled an obscenity.
"Damn, sis!" he complained, scuffing his feet on the carpet of pine needles that paved the narrow path. "You could at least give it a squeeze."
She danced ahead of us, her tight buttocks bobbing under the faded shorts. "Squeeze it, yourself!" she said mockingly. "You've had enough practice at it."
The lad's face crimsoned, and he shot me an accusing glare. I slapped his muscled shoulder good-naturedly. "Don't let her bug you, Danny," I said, loudly enough for Karen to hear me. "I'll bet she's used her finger just as many times as you've used your fist."
Karen turned, her tits lifting the halter with their youthful thrust. "That wasn't a finger I used last night!" she declared with a lewd grin. She stared at her brother. "Were you listening?"
"How could I help it?" he demanded, covering his confusion by breaking a twig from one of the bushes that bordered the path. "It sounded like the three of you were trying to tear the bed down."
Karen pointed an accusing finger at me. "Blame it on him!" she exclaimed. "He was trying to push me through the mattress!"
Before I could dream up an answer, she had pranced out of sight around a sharp curve. Danny clutched at his crotch with a soft groan.
"When are you gonna make her let me screw her?" he asked in a husky voice. "You promised you would."
I almost chuckled at his boyish plea. "You could have done that a year ago, Danny. All you have to do is drag those shorts off and climb on. You can't expect her to rape you."
"Christ!" he murmured. "I'm afraid she'll laugh at me."
"She'll stop laughing when you ram that meat pole in her," I assured him. "Take my word for it, kid. Your sister is ready and able."
He sucked in his lower lip and chewed it in silent debate. His shoulders lifted and squared, and he gave me a tight grin.
"I'm gonna catch her," he said decisively, "and screw her butt off!"
I watched his strong young legs carry him out of sight, and I followed more slowly, deliberately giving him time to catch up with Karen and make his move.
The clouds were still building over the mountain, and an occasional peal of thunder rattled across the sky. But patches of blue could still be seen, and the sun was making a valiant effort to raise the temperature beyond its present comfortable warmth.
Two blue jays chased each other across the path, screaming raucously as they dipped and twisted between the branches, and the sight brought a smile to my lips.
"Get her, fellow!" I called encouragingly, my grin broadening as the two settled on a high limb and began a furious fluttering. "That's the boy! Sock it to her!" Wondering if Danny was succeeding as well with Karen, I increased my stride, finding that my cock was stiffening at the prospect of witnessing Danny get his first piece of tail. The fact that I preceded him by about twelve hours served only to heighten my anticipation.
The path wended downward, but leveled off every few yards as though some giant had terraced the side of the mountain for his private stairway, then ignored it for the century it must have taken for the trees to reach their present height. It was easy going down, but I remembered the ache in my legs from my original climb.
From a grassy clearing just ahead, I heard a soft cry, and recognized Karen's voice. I also recognized that sound, for I had heard it last night, and I knew that Danny had made his conquest.
Hurrying forward, I halted at the edge of the clearing, my prick thumping in excitement at what I saw before me. As I stood there, watching, my hands moved automatically, stripping off my clothing in preparation for the second act of that sensual drama.
Shafts of yellow gold thrust their brilliance between the towering clouds, splattering with visual liquidity upon the glistening leaves, and bathing the two naked bodies in a shimmering glow that enhanced the beauty of the erotic scene.
Karen was on her back in the soft grass, but only her shoulders touched the green carpet. Her slender legs were wrapped tightly about Danny's waist as he supported their combined weight on knees and elbows, while his powerful hips, working with machine-like precision between her clenching thighs, hammered his swollen cock in and out of his sister's slippery cunt.
The boy's head was thrown back as though he were staring at something high in the trees, and his lightly haired chest barely brushed the girl's taut nipples as he fucked her. But his eyes were squeezed shut, and his lips were drawn tightly against his teeth in a continuing snarl of animal lust.
Karen, too, seemed oblivious to everything but that furiously pounding cock. Her head, pillowed by the soft grass, rolled from side to side, and her fingers clawed at her brother's arched back. Dainty heels drummed his bouncing buttocks as she met each stroke with an agile lift and twist of her lovely ass.
Dropping to my knees behind them, I watched the prick tunnel into the pearl-flecked pussy, tugging and massaging the delicate circle of pink membrane with its rhythmic stroking. The cunt lips disappeared as the cock drove inward. Then, as Danny tugged his tool back to the starting gate, the labia were pulled outward to reveal a juicy redness, a flaming mouth that seemed to suck on his pistoning rod with avid nursing.
Danny's balls were drawn tight, their leathery globes slapping wetly against Karen's wriggling ass as he rode her, not varying the direction or the tempo, but fucking away with an artless enthusiasm that was, somehow, more exciting then it would have been had the lad shown more experience.
His sister's pelvic gyrations matched his hunches, stroke for stroke, as she shoved her crotch up to insure the maximum penetration by that hard young cock. Her pussy was already slurping noisily, its hot juices spilling out around the driving prick, and it promised to become even more slippery when Danny blasted his load into its newly awakened depths.
My prick was like a bar of molten steel, throbbing with hunger for another visit in that deliciously tight channel. Danny was doing more than enjoying his first piece of tail. He was also warming that pussy up for my thicker and longer cock.
I didn't have to wait long. The sheer excitement of finally sliding his prong into the lovely sister who had masturbated him so often brought the lad off before Karen could reach her own promising climax.
He gave a strangled cry and his ass pounded with short, vicious lunges that made the girl grunt with the force of the pelvic blows. Then, Danny's torso arched higher, and he bayed at the sky, his buttocks clenching as he rammed his cock in and held it there while his semen jetted in ecstatic release.
Karen worked her hips in a wild chase of the orgasm she had been reaching for, her body jerking with each spurt of Danny's come in her thirsty cunt. But the seminal volley ended before she could make it, and her face registered disappointment when the prick slid out of her slit, dragging wetly across her lowered thigh as the boy rolled off and onto the grass, his chest heaving with rapid breaths.
"Damn!" Karen exclaimed. "You didn't give me a chance to make it!"
It was then she saw me, and her eyes widened in excitement, her legs spreading in immediate invitation. Her pussy lips glistened in the nest of shining black hair.
"Yes!" she cried happily. "Oh, yes!"
On hands and knees, I crawled between her lovely thighs, not touching her, but positioning myself so that my throbbing prick was pointed toward that delicious entrance. Desire hammered through my belly, but a deeper streak of perversity manifested itself, and I turned my head toward the staring Danny.
"Since you didn't let Karen get it off," I said huskily, "suppose you put it in for me."
"You're kidding!" he exclaimed, frowning in uncertainty.
Karen twisted her face about, her voice strained as she said, "No, he isn't! Do it, Danny! Hurry!"
I waited only long enough to see the youth turn onto his side and reach a hesitating hand toward my shaft. Then I lowered my lips to claim Karen's soft mouth and taste the sweetness of her tongue as it swirled eagerly about mine.
My hips trembled as I felt the boy's fingers touch my prick, curving about its pulsating column and squeezing to pull it downward. I followed its gentle tug and felt the hot wetness of that waiting cunt envelop the sensitive head.
Karen snorted, still keeping her lips against mine, and her ass pushed the delicious sheath onto my prick, its slippery walls expanding as I drove deeper and deeper, filling her belly until her hips tried to retreat. It was the same thing she had done the night before. This time, I didn't hesitate.
With a quick tensing of my buttocks, I slammed the last inch into her spasming cunt, feeling the delicious churning as the straining tissues fought for adjustment. The muscle rippled and undulated, massaging the full nine-inch length of my prick as I held it in place, my chest heavy against her bullet-tipped breasts.
Her anal cleft cradled my swollen balls in a warm wetness, and my engorged cock was bathed in the much hotter liquid Danny had poured into her receptive cunt.
From his vantage point beside us, Danny gulped in awe, "Jesus! You're gonna split her wide open!"
"Leave us alone!" his sister hissed, tearing her lips from mine to spit the words at the anxious lad.
I grinned down into her glazed eyes. "You're learning!" I murmured, seeing the eyes widen as I eased my prick back through the spasming embrace, then bulge as I rammed it in again, my belly slapping hers in another hilting that filled her pussy to capacity.
With punishing thrusts, I began riding the lovely creature, no longer caring whether or not she enjoyed it. I shoved my hands beneath her hips and grabbed the cheeks of that writhing ass, lifting her crotch so I could bury the full length of my pole with every stroke.
Karen's response was an immediate climax. Her pussy walls convulsed and shuddered, but I only screwed her more savagely, sawing the spasming labia as the inner muscles chewed and slobbered, laving my prick with her cunt honey.
Her ass wiggled and jerked with the violence of her climax, each movement multiplying the thrills that raced back along my driving prong like an electrical current generated deep in that seething corridor of juicy young flesh.
My fingers, gripping her grinding buttocks, were slick with the warm liquid that gurgled out about my cock, and the tips were wedged in the velvet furrow of her wiggling ass.
Slowly, moving my fingers a little with each thrust, I centered the index digit in the hot dimple of her anus, pressing just hard enough to feel the tiny circle spasm in rhythm with her vaginal contractions. Then, just as her hips climbed to meet my cock, I forced my stiffened finger into her asshole, plunging in to the second knuckle.
A tremor swept through her body, and her hips jerked at the unexpected invasion. The anal muscles convulsed about the intruder and I felt the powerful flexing repeated in her delightfully wet vagina.
She didn't cry out. Instead, she made a little mewling sound that increased when I began wiggling the finger about to friction the sensitive aperture and massage the tender walls of her intestine.
My. scrotal sac slapped the edge of my hand with each hunch of my hips, and I screwed the finger in and out of her anus as it gradually loosened, the-hot oils lubricating the tight orifice until it was slurping with my repeated thrusts.
More slippery juice trickled from her straining cunt, and I used it to make my forefinger ready. Karen gave a throaty gasp when I forced it in beside its partner and began waggling both of them as I continued fucking her hungry snatch.
As if the addition of that second finger were a signal, she came again, her pussy squeezing my prong, and the anus flexing hotly about my thrusting fingers. Shoving my free arm more securely about her slender waist, I pulled her body closer, my hips pounding above that hot, greedy crotch, and my prick jabbing furiously at her convulsing cervix. She girdled my waist with her slender legs, sharp nails digging into my tensing buttocks to spur me on.
A knot of ecstasy tightened in my belly, then unraveled in a torrid release of hot sperm that bolted up into her shuddering pussy in powerful spurts. The cunt tissues churned and rippled about my exploding cock, making me groan with the pleasure of their hot massage. Her anal muscles gripped my fingers with powerful contractions, and I shoved them deeper, making her ass work even faster as her orgasmic spasms sucked the semen from my throbbing prick.
Panting with happy excitement, Karen's legs released me, and I gave her asshole one last teasing wiggle before pulling the two fingers from the snug grip. Then I raised my hips to draw my lengthy pole from her dripping snatch, hesitating just before the head snapped out to enjoy the lingering tremors of her tender labia.
I looked around to find Danny crouched beside us, fist wrapped about his straining prong, and his eyes glowing with excitement. Rolling off on the other side, I caught his attention and nodded for him to follow my example.
Drawing my body up alongside Karen's, I got to my knees and steered the cream-smeared head of my cock toward the nipple of her right breast, pressing and massaging until she sighed with pleasure at the unusual caress. Then, the sigh became a soft moan when Danny moved in on the left mound, and the girl's tits were rubbed into more pronounced distention by the two rearing pricks.
I grinned at the panting lad, and shoved my cock across the firm breast, sawing the sensitive ventral ridge against the resilient nipple. Danny copied my movement, his tool sliding over the cherry tip until the purple knob met mine, and he gasped as the prick jerked, delivering a glob of slippery jism from its taut slit.
Deliberately, I gave his pole a little jab with mine, feeling the wet heat as some of his juice clung to my own straining glans. Karen raised her head, her eyes al most crossing as she stared down at the two slitted plums.
"Want to try something new, Karen?" I asked softly. The tousled black hair bobbed an assent, and I turned to Danny.
"Lie down on your back, kid," I told him, "and spread your legs real wide."
He didn't argue. His handsome body flopped back onto the grass, and his muscular thighs parted obediently. The cock slapped back against his washboard belly, tugging his hairy balls upward, then settled into a throbbing angle that pointed the swollen head toward the sky.
"Remember what Lucy did for you last night?" I asked Karen. Again the quick nod. "Get on your hands and knees," I said, "and do that for your brother."
She stared at me, running her pink tongue back and forth between her slightly parted lips. The tits, their nipples flecked with semen, pushed up and down with deep inhalations.
"You mean," she whispered hoarsely, "suck it?"
"Like a popsicle," I grinned. "You'll love it."
"I'd rather suck yours," she said, her eyes flicking down to where my cock still nudged her right nipple. I gave it a little flip against the tender nub.
"You're gonna get mine," I grinned again. "Don't worry." I gave the tit another jab and backed away so she could move into position between her brother's legs.
Her hips flared as she bent over Danny's middle, her buttocks tightening into an inviting curve, and my cock jerked impatiently. She flinched when I reached out to brush a blade of grass from one exquisitely rounded rump.
Danny was more than ready. Watching me fuck Karen had recharged his sperm battery, and his young prick stood stiff and swollen above the tightly drawn spheres of his balls. His mouth was open in an expression closely resembling awe as he stared at the lovely face that hovered over his crotch.
"Make it good for him, Karen," I suggested. "Play around a little before you go down on him."
She looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes shining. "I don't know how to begin!" she exclaimed. "Do I just start sucking it?"
I scooted forward and dropped onto my side facing them, so close that I could feel her warm breath as she turned her head to follow my movements.
"Just do what I tell you," I said gently. When she nodded agreement, I added, "You can start by licking the inside of his thighs."
The black head bowed and Danny gave a little gasp of delight as her wet tongue lapped the sensitive areas below the taut globes of his scrotal sac. His ass bounced on the grass, and he widened the angle of his legs to give her more room.
Karen raised her head, licking the full red lips as she said, "He tastes kinda salty!"
I ignored the observation. "Lick his balls," I instructed. "Then, when you have them real wet, suck them inside your mouth and run your tongue around them. Be gentle with them; You can tell how it feels to him by the way he reacts."
She bent to the described task, her chin almost touching the ground. The pink tongue dipped beneath the twin spheres, fluttering in a motion that jiggled the leathery sac before dragging its caressing tip upward over the sensitive scrotum.
"Oh, Jesus!" Danny wailed, falling back onto his elbows and clenching his teeth in a grimace of ecstasy. "She's gonna make me come!"
"Hang in there, kid!" I admonished. "Wait for the good part."
He almost lost control when the girl's mouth opened wide, and she sucked the entire ammunition factory inside. His cock thumped against her nose and forehead as she worked on the balls with a little screwing motion of her head. His head bent far back, and he gave a groan of unmistakable warning.
"You'd better get on with it, Karen," I admonished, "or you're gonna get a load in your hair."
She let the balls slip out, wet and shining from her salivary bath, and ran the tip of her tongue up along the pulsating ventral ridge of his straining prick. Reaching the delicate V of his glans, she flicked the pink muscle back and forth, making the cock wiggle from side to side with the caress.
A thick glob of jism oozed from the reddened slit to slide down onto the tongue. Karen made a soft sound of excitement as she gathered the wetness into her mouth, then claimed the plum-like head with one greedy movement.
She didn't need any further suggestions. Her lips, stretched into a red circle by her brother's sizable cock, slid downward until she had engulfed almost half of the seven-inch shaft, and her cheeks dipped to indicate the hot suction that wrested a series of happy cries from the throbbing prick's owner.
I knew I didn't have much time to accomplish my own erotic task. Getting his first sample of head would bring the boy off in short order, and I wanted to be in on the fun when Karen drank her initial seminal cocktail.
Climbing to my knees again, I got behind her, forcing her legs apart with mine, and widening the velvet furrow between those lovely buttocks. The tiny brown dimple of her anus winked at me, and I gripped my eager cock to steer its jism-slick tip into that forbidden orifice, using the other hand to hold Karen's hips in place when I began to add pressure.
She gave a snort of protest. But the enjoyment of that cock was such that she wouldn't release it to vocalize her reluctance. Before she could change her mind, I shoved an arm around her arched waist and pulled her rump toward me, pushing my hips forward with a soft grunt.
The girl's body jerked, and I growled a curse as the huge knob of my prick forced its way through the clenching hot circle. Wriggling intestinal membrane surrounded my glans, and I managed to cram about a third of my prick into the spasming embrace before the resistance became too great. Holding my hips in place, I let the greasy walls provide their own frictioning as Karen's asshole tired to adjust to the enormous invader.
Thrills rippled along the pulsating shaft, and my balls tingled with each convulsion of the torrid sheath. My fingers played across her firm belly, and I dipped two of them into the dripping furrow of her pussy, sliding them into the slippery slit and beginning a quick frigging of the sensitive labia. The other hand found the swollen bud of her clitoris, and I caught it between thumb and forefinger, rolling the plump head until her hips jerked with helpless reaction.
I had expected her to turn loose of Danny's cock, for I was stretching, her tail with my thick prong. Instead, she seemed to be sucking more industriously, her black hair swirling as she worked her lips up and down the strutted shaft, her hands fluttering between the lad's thighs, teasing and hefting the swollen sac and its twin nuggets.
She snorted again when I pulled my prick back until only the head remained trapped by the elastic ring of her anus, and her ass jerked violently when I drove the hardness into the oily embrace, gaining another delicious inch of depth before retreating for another plunge.
Danny cried out as the girl's mouth tugged him over the edge of orgasm, and his hips bounced on the grass, his cock spearing her straining lips to spurt its creamy sperm in powerful, hot volleys.
Karen's pussy became a wildly chewing mouth that convulsed repeatedly about my probing fingers, and the spasms of her vagina spread to the torrid chute where my prick was slowly forcing its way into the churning embrace.
She tried to swallow the ropy sperm, but Danny's cock trapped her inexperienced throat, and the creamy liquid spilled out about the thick shaft, bathing her chin and trickling down into the brown curls at the base of his jerking prong.
The sight was too much for my overheated balls. Still wiggling my fingers in the girl's mushy labia, I tightened my arms about her waist and rammed my hips forward with a savage thrust. My cock slammed upward through the yielding channel, hilting its throbbing length in her ass, and my scrotal sac slapped its tender spheres against the fingers that worked in her excited snatch.
Karen Stokes bucked like a reluctant mare as I screwed my pole more securely into that delightfully tight passageway and began pumping with short jabs that banged my belly against her arched back. She let her brother's cock slip from her mouth, gulping the semen she had managed to retain, and following the noisy swallow with a throaty cry that was half-protest and half-pleasure.
Her legs jerked savagely, trying to straighten themselves, but the effort served only to push her buttocks backward and impale her more firmly on my prick. She curled her fingers about Danny's thighs and wagged her head from side to side as I continued that fierce jabbing, giving little barking sounds through her clenched teeth each time my cock rammed its swollen head far up in her intestinal corridor.
The deep jabs were accomplishing their purpose, for I could feel the slight relaxation of the powerful muscles, and the delightfully hot laving of the slippery exudation that was drawn from the spasming tissues. Her asshole was still tight, but it was ready for the full-length strokes I began using, my balls tingling with pleasure as my prick hurtled in and out of the straining circle.
Danny stared at my pounding hips with an expression of sheer wonder. From his position, it was impossible for him to see my cock drilling into the widely stretched anus, but it was obvious. His prick was beginning to stiffen again, and he wrapped his fingers about it, helping it along with a slow pumping as he observed his sister's gasping acceptance of my anal assault.
Still riding her wriggling bottom, I drew my fingers from the dripping lips of her cunt and pulled the pliant tissues wide, exposing the froth-ringed opening of her vagina. At the same time, I lifted my chest from her arched back, permitting her to raise the upper half of her body until Danny had a clear view of the inviting slit.
"Slip your feet between my legs, Danny," I panted, "and slide down to where you can stick your dick in there."
"At the same time?" he exclaimed with a frown.
"That's what makes it good!" I grinned savagely. "She'll love it!"
"No!" Karen wailed, shaking her ass and creating a most interesting motion inside her well-packed chute. "I can't take it!"
Both Danny and I ignored her wails. He quickly drew his legs up and shoved them between mine, wriggling downward until he could aim the head of his erection at the cunt lips my fingers held open for him. He fitted the purple knob into the slippery orifice and I transferred my hands to Karen's waist, pushing her down onto the lad's rearing prick.
The moment she felt the head invade her pussy, her body began a wild threshing that drove her ass even farther onto my cock. The powerful tremors of her resisting vagina were echoed in the convulsions of that straining intestinal sleeve, and I gave a little grinding motion that increased the frictioning of the slick tissues about my pulsating glans.
"Oh, Jesus!" Danny yelped. "I can feel your dick jerking!"
He was right. As Karen's hips were forced downward, I could feel the lad's cock sliding upward through her protesting cunt, its throbbing tip riding against my swollen ventral ridge like a caressing finger, moving slowly toward the deeply buried head.
"You're gonna split me wide open!" Karen sobbed, her breasts jiggling as her body twisted and writhed under the increasing internal pressure.
"You can take it," I grunted, giving her hips another shove and feeling Danny's prong slip a little farther into the adjacent corridor. "Stop fighting it, and it'll slip right in there."
"OOOOHHHH! "
The cry tumbled from her lips as I provided one final push that impaled her cunt on her brother's cock, and shoved my own into her ass until my balls rolled hotly against Danny's.
From there on, everything was automatic. Karen tried to pull herself off those two meaty spears, and I permitted her hips to climb upward until she was about to make good her escape. Then, with both hands gripping her waist, I shoved her down again, filling her belly with throbbing hardness, fore and aft.
She cried out with the first few impalements, for the combination of cocks was stretching the membranes of both channels to their reasonable capacity. But the insignificant discomfort was outweighed by the increasing pleasure of having anus and labia frictioned at the same time, and feeling the hot throbbing in vagina and intestine as the pricks slid inward with each jolting descent of her pelvis.
The cries changed to grunts of delight, and it was no longer necessary to force her ass down onto the poles. Karen was riding us like a veteran, adding a little wiggle as she took the shafts into her slippery embrace.
I slid my hands up to clutch the bouncing tits, spreading my fingers so the nipples could protrude between them while I kneaded the resilient mounds.
"Use your tongue on her knockers, Danny!" I panted. "Let's give her a fucking she won't forget!"
Danny pushed his torso upward, licking his lips and staring at the twin tips that rose and fell before his contorted features. His head began bobbing in time with Karen's rhythmic hunches, and he plunged his open mouth hard against my splayed fingers, his tongue licking, hot and wet, to caress the succulent nipple.
His arms went about his sister's undulating waist, urging her to a more rapid posting on his throbbing lance, and his hands and wrists were trapped between Karen's body and my pounding belly. To the erotic arrangement of flesh was added the sensuous sweep of Danny's tongue over my fingers as he licked the tasty peak of the bouncing breast, and the hot suction as he sought to draw the succulent morsel from its kneading trap.
I didn't have to do much. The girl's eager hunches slid her increasingly slippery anus up and down my cock, and the powerful intestinal muscles shuddered and rippled about the sensitive shaft as it pistoned her ass with its pulsating bulk.
Inside, paralleling mine, and separated by a tightly stretched barrier of quivering tissue, I could feel Danny's young prick swell and lurch with each delightful plunge into that juicy cunt. To Karen's exquisite massage of my prong, I added a savage thrust each time her greedy asshole engulfed the thick pole, jamming the head up into the churning heat and wetness that rolled about it like a dozen lapping tongues.
Danny tried to cry out, but his words were mere blasts of warm air against my fingers and Karen's aroused tit. His intended warning was unnecessary. I could feel the accelerated jerking of his prick against mine, and Karen hunched her cunt on the throbbing post with a savage jabbing of her young hips.
I rammed my own tingling cock deep in her tail, jamming my balls against the boy's and working my ass to provide the maximum frictioning of the meshed organs. Ecstasy whispered, sang, screamed, then roared in uncontrollable spasms through my clenching belly.
Danny's come jolted through his hilted prong, and my cock felt the upward surge of the globs of semen, followed by the powerful expansion of his shaft as it expelled the ropy sperm into his sister's vagina. Karen's entire body convulsed in an answering climax that tightened her anal passage about my prick in vacuuming spasms just as my balls exploded their creamy load into her eager ass.
She screamed as the hot sperm bolted deep in her belly, and her hips shook wildly, the tensing buttocks grinding against my pelvis in a desperate bid to suck my spurting cock still deeper.
Danny, too, cried out when he felt the repeated shudders of my prolonged orgasm, and he bucked his hips to magnify the delicious thrill of shared ecstasy.
Minutes later, when she dragged her tender pussy off the boy's dwindling post, she pushed her bottom back to urge my cock into a firmer entrenchment, contracting her intestinal muscles about it in a rippling caress that demanded a retaliating thrust.
Moving with her, I crawled free of Danny's legs, and Karen spread-eagled her lovely body on the grass, working her ass in an inviting circle that sent thrills racing through my reviving prick.
"Again!" she gasped as I let her feel my weight on her arched back. "I could feel your come spurting in me! Do it again, Steve! Please!"
While her brother looked on with an excited grin, I made her feel it again. It took a little longer, but I didn't mind. And, from her throaty cries as I fucked her, neither did Karen.
CHAPTER SIX
Lucy tried to mask her curiosity when we returned, but she finally managed to catch me alone in the backyard, scanning the rolling clouds above the mountain. She pretended to watch the sky with me, but her eyes darted excitedly sideways.
"Do you realize what you're doing to us, Steve?" she demanded in a tense voice. "I can't believe what happened last night!"
I gave her a reassuring grin, watching the throbbing of a single point on that smooth throat. "Relax, Lucy," I said soothingly. "You know those two are going to get their kicks somewhere. Doesn't it make a lot more sense to let them have their fun right here at home?"
Her face twisted. "You're confusing me," she exclaimed, fingers flying up to mold the big mounds of her breasts. "You make it sound as though there's nothing wrong with what we're doing."
I moved a step closer, deliberately pushing my crotch forward until my cock bulged ominously. "Do you want to stop?" I asked softly.
"No!" she answered quickly and firmly. "I don't care if it is wrong. I've never felt so complete in my life."
It didn't rain during the afternoon. The clouds would build and rattle the sky with their noisy clashing, then separate to permit the sun to bathe the mountain in its yellow brilliance.
"It does like that," Lucy observed when I mentioned the unpredictability of the weather. "You can't tell what it's liable to do next."
"Just like a man," Karen added with an impish look.
Danny didn't have much to say. He seemed in a daze after his first experience with the real thing. Most of the afternoon, he kept pretty much to himself, just giving us a happy grin whenever we addressed him.
We ate an early dinner, and were just getting up from the table when a feminine voice called out from the yard.
"Lucy! Karen! It's me, Laura!"
Laura Akin was a big-boned blonde, with just the right amount of meat distributed over her five-ten frame to give her a voluptuous appearance that she did nothing to hide. The print dress fought a losing battle with those big breasts and lush hips, and she encouraged its defeat by hiking the hem halfway up her eye popping thighs when she came in and sat down.
Lucy introduced me, and Laura gave me an appraising once-over with those hungry eyes. She was, I figured, about Lucy's age, but she looked younger because of the smoothness of her baby face and the shoulder-length hair that fell in casual waves to the soft shoulders.
"Now," she said, in lieu of the usual greeting, "I won't have to walk back home alone."
"Steve may not want to be out after dark," Lucy protested. "He's not used to the mountains."
"Don't be silly," Laura exclaimed. "All he has to do is follow the path. Anyway, you should be ashamed of yourself, Lucy Stokes, for trying to keep this gorgeous creature all to yourself."
Her tone was such that the words could be taken as a joke. But the look she gave me sent a surge of excitement through my crotch. Obviously, Laura Akin was just as hard-up for loving as Lucy had been.
"Better watch her, Steve," Karen said, only half humorously. "She's already said she planned to marry the first good-looking man that came along."
"And I would!" Laura said firmly. "I declare, I can't do a thing with those two youngsters of mine. That Pattie spends all her time doing those silly exercises, and Billy's got to where he won't let me out of his sight."
"Maybe," Danny observed quietly, "he's afraid you will find another man."
Laura stared at him for a moment, frowning slightly as the suggestion registered. "What a thing to say!" she murmured, not nearly as shocked as she tried to pretend she was. "I'm his mother!"
"Since when does that stop a growing boy?" Karen demanded.
"Stop it!" Lucy intervened. "Both of you!"
The conversation became less interesting, flowing about such topics as food, clothing, and such. I listened, and added a comment now and then, but most of my attention was concentrated on Laura's expressive mouth. The longer I looked at those full, sensuous lips, the more I wondered how they would feel wrapped about the head of my cock.
It was completely dark when the woman finally stood up, brushing aside Lucy's urgings to stay longer. She looked at me, then back at Lucy, smoothing the dress over her magnificent hips.
"Well," she said teasingly. "Do I get to borrow your guest for an escort?"
"I'll be glad to see you home, Mrs. Akin," I said with mock gallantry, standing and extending one arm. She grabbed it and jammed my bicep against a surprisingly firm tit, her eyes letting me know that she was quite aware of the contact. She looked at Lucy.
"I may not let him come home," she laughed. "He's cute enough to stand on the mantle."
Calling to Lucy that I would be back as soon as I could, I let myself be led across the clearing, Laura's thigh brushing mine with every step. I flicked on the flashlight Danny had handed me, but Laura protested.
"Turn it off," she complained. "It's more fun in the dark."
"That all depends," I countered. "Sometimes, half the fun is in seeing just what you're doing."
Her arm tightened, and I shifted mine to feel the hardening of a king-sized nipple under that thin dress. My cock matched its swelling, becoming an uncomfortable cylinder along my left thigh. She surprised me with her sudden question.
"Why don't we stop for a minute?"
We halted in the darkness, and she turned to meet me halfway, ramming those big pillows against my chest and slipping both arms about my neck with a little sigh of pent-up desire. Her crotch slammed against my engorged prick with a deft twisting just as I covered her parted lips with mine. A delicious tongue swirled hotly and hungrily, and I slipped a hand between us to fondle one of the firm globes that speared me with its pliant, but boldly erect tip.
Laura Akin was doing a little exploring of her own. She ran one hand down my back to trace the curve of a taut buttock, then slid it around my hip to force it between our grinding bellies. I backed up enough to give her room, and grunted into her mouth when the warm fingers wrapped themselves about the bulk of my throbbing cock and squeezed.
Her hips retreated, and without loosing her lips from mine, she pulled her other hand down to slip it between my thighs, searching for the outline of my balls through the cloth of my trousers.
"Jesus!" I gasped, wrenching free of the wet kiss. "Let me take it out!"
"I'll do it!" she whispered urgently, releasing that tantalizing pressure long enough to find the zipper and slide it down. Her fingers dove inside and curled again, dragging my prick out into the cool night air, then returning to scoop my balls out over the edge of the open fly. Both hands circled, moving and measuring.
"My God!" she breathed. "You're hung like a horse!"
"Is that a complaint?" I demanded, a little breathlessly, for the fingers were moving up and down the shaft in a most delightful pumping.
"That damned Lucy!" she hissed, ignoring my question. "I'll bet she's been screwing her brains out!"
My hands were busy with the three buttons on Laura's dress, working by sense of touch alone in the darkness, working to bare those big breasts. She gasped when I pushed the cloth aside and palmed both jugs, kneading the firm mounds and rubbing the swollen nipples.
"Let me put it between your tits," T groaned softly. From the way she was pumping, I didn't figure she'd object too much to the idea.
Still clutching my cock, she dropped to her knees, and I spread my feet apart for better balance as she fitted the thick shaft between those resilient mounds, taking her hands away so she could push the tits inward from either side, the warm flesh clasping my prick in a delightful embrace, the pulsating knob reaching up to brush her soft throat as my balls pressed pliantly against her breast bone.
"God!" she whispered, pressing her parted lips against my shirt, just above my beltline, letting me feel the hot breath. "What a man!"
My fingers tore at the fastening of my slacks, and they slid down about my trembling thighs. I pulled my shirt up, baring my belly, my hands clasping her head and urging the lips against the new exposure. She made a soft whimpering sound as she kissed my navel, her tongue dipping and swirling wet and hot.
The night sounds whirred, clicked, whistled and hummed through the darkness, blending with the hammering of my racing pulse as I worked my cock through that fleshy valley, rubbing the throbbing tip in its own jism against her warm throat.
Laura added a new sound with her moist lips and sliding tongue, an almost inaudible slurping that sent repeated jolts of demanding lust through my tightening balls. She obviously knew what she was doing, and I felt no need to restrain myself.
"Can I do what I want to do?" she whispered into my navel, punctuating the question with another stab of that skillful tongue.
"Hell, yes!" I groaned, hoping we were thinking of the same thing. "You're driving!"
She giggled, a girlish trill that increased my desire and made my cock thump powerfully against the velvet smoothness of her arched neck. I couldn't see what she was doing, but the thrills produced by the wet lips and flashing tongue left little to the imagination. Almost savagely, she licked back and forth across the hard plane of my belly, her throat sliding delightfully against the engorged head of my prick.
Releasing the pressure on her big boobs, her hands crawled up the outer curves of my hairy thighs, one moving forward, and the other sliding back to trace my buttock. Warm, knowing fingers touched and teased my scrotal sac, and my legs trembled as the other hand explored the cleft of my ass, finding and gently probing the winking circle of my anus.
"Damn!" I muttered hoarsely. "You'd better do something mighty quick; I can't take much of this!"
She giggled again, the lips retreating, and I grunted with pleasure as her wet mouth tried to suck my huge balls inside, the tongue rolling them about in their pliant sac, the warm saliva bathing the sensitive globes until my hips were jerking with anticipation.
So far, I had managed to keep my hands away from that bowed head, not wanting to interfere with her oral efforts. But my cock was throbbing with near painful insistence, and I was afraid it would explode before she got to where we both knew she was going.
I cupped her face with splayed fingers and urged her upward, feeling the lips loose their gentle suction on my nut sac, and hearing her little sound of amusement as she let me guide her mouth up the length of my rearing cock.
"You're too impatient," she purred, resisting my pressure long enough to examine the bulge of my ventral ridge with that lapping tongue. "I'll get there in time."
"Not if you don't hurry!" I groaned. "That damned mouth is driving me out of my skull!"
She reached the delicate V of my glans and ticked it with the tip of her tongue, her breath fanning me as she said, "I like a man who appreciates the better things of life."
I started to answer, but her lips slipped over the head of my prick, and I lost all interest in everything but that hot, wet mouth that surrounded my shaft with its greedy suction. Laura was gobbling her way down the pole, her tongue writhing like a sex-crazed snake against the swollen underbelly as she took it in.
The knob pressed the softness of her oral arch, just back of the palate, and she moved her head impatiently, drawing a gasp from me as the cock snapped beyond that mushy area and dipped into the shuddering embrace of her throat. The lips tightened about the throbbing shaft, and my knees jerked as she swallowed, the torrid tissues massaging the head of my prick and drawing it even deeper.
"Goddamn!" I grunted, my fingers aching to force her head all the way onto my prong. "You know how it's done!"
I could have saved my breath. Once she had that cock in her mouth, Laura Akin seemed completely disinterested in my reaction. She was not trying to please me. From the way she went after the thick joint, it was obvious that she was out to satisfy her own oral hunger.
The hand that had been fondling my balls crept up to encircle the base of my cock, bracing it for the savage pumping of her wet lips. In the kneeling position, she couldn't take the full length, but she drew the knob far back in her throat with each downward lunge of her head. Then, when she dragged her lips upward on the pole, her tongue lashed the swollen helmet, and she sucked with a hot vacuuming that tugged at my balls and sent stabs of gut-wrenching pleasure back into my quivering loins.
Just when I was convinced she couldn't do anything to make it better, she forced the tip of her index finger into my asshole, wiggling the digit in the second joint and beginning a slow massage as she continued that fantastic head job.
Laura added a soft humming as she sucked, trapping the head of my cock between her tonsils and letting the induced vibration massage the responsive glans until it spilled a glob of hot jism against the back of her gulping throat.
Then, with a nasal snort of greed, she slid her lips to a point just beneath the flared rim of the knob and nursed my prick with quick tugs, her tongue swirling over and under the slitted tip as my pre-come blended with her copious saliva.
The finger in my anus had worked up enough of the intestinal oil to lubricate the tight entrance, and she was forcing a second digit inside when I suddenly decided to take control of the situation. My ass cheeks flexed as she stretched my bunghole, but the slight discomfort was translated into a delightful sensation by those slurping lips.
I took a fresh grip on her head, halting its rhythmic bobbing, and my hips began pumping the thick cock in and out of her mouth with short, savage hunches, my balls swinging up with each thrust to slap against her encircling fingers.
Each time I pulled my prick back, she licked the slitted head, then curled her tongue beneath it, making me force my way back through the reluctant separation of tongue and palate. On the way out, she sucked savagely, her jaw working and her fingers squeezing the base of my joint. Farther down and back, her two stiffened fingers fucked my asshole as I fed the hot meat to her hungry mouth.
My knees bent, jerking wildly as the hot surges of orgasmic ecstasy speared my crotch. Laura recognized the signals of my imminent explosion, and she gave a nasal whinny of excited lust, trying to take over from my gripping fingers as her head struggled to force her mouth onto my prick.
I held her back to where the knob was trapped just behind her lightly gripping teeth. Her tongue danced in a fluttering caress of the throbbing tip, and she sucked with powerful tugs that literally pulled my sperm up from the tingling globes.
She caught the first volley of cream on that writhing tongue, spreading it back onto the hypersensitive glans with a rapid swirling that made my whole body convulse with ecstasy as another thick glob splatted against her palate.
One finger slipped from my rectum, and the other forced its way deeper into the clenching corridor, searching for my spasming prostate. She found it, and began a vigorous massage that turned my legs into rubber and my hips into a giant hammer that drove the spurting head of my prick down her savagely gulping throat.
Each ejaculatory convulsion was matched by the hot churning of her sperm-drenched tissues. She swallowed my ropy cream with noisy gulps, moving her head in a fierce circling to massage the entire engulfment of jerking cock flesh. Between the happy gulps, she moaned her pleasure, and I could feel the fevered hunching of her body as it responded to my liquid tribute with a powerful climax of its own.
She sucked the last drop of come from my pulsating cock, and slipped her lips from the head with another whine of happiness, pressing it against her soft cheek while she disengaged her finger from my tender tail.
"If you can screw as good as you taste," she whispered, turning her head to kiss my fingers, "I'll never let you off of this mountain."
I chuckled weakly, working my palm over her moist lips. "And if you screw just half as well as you give head," I told her, "I'll gladly stay."
I helped her to her feet and pulled her against me, my cock, still hard, jamming its length against the plump mound at the base of her yielding belly. Her body trembled, and she tried to avoid my lips.
"You don't want to kiss me," she murmured, "after that."
Instead of answering in words, I forced her head about and covered her mouth with mine, tasting my own musk in the fervent kiss she gave me, the big breasts rolling hot nipples against my shirt front, and her hips grinding the fleshy labial ridges about my exposed prick.
I reached for the hem of her dress, and she caught my hand, tugging her lips free with a soft grunt of protest. "Wait!" she exclaimed. "It'll be better if we can be more comfortable."
I couldn't argue with that. The blow job had just about drained me, and I wanted to be able to see that voluptuous body when I finally invaded the inviting cunt that rolled its torrid lips against my prong.
"When will that be?" I demanded, bending her back far enough to claim one succulent nipple with teeth and tongue. She gasped and pulled my face tighter against the lush mound.
"Tomorrow!" she panted. "Just take this trail about two o'clock, and I'll meet you." Her body spasmed. "Oh, god! I'm coming! Bite me!....Bite me hard!"
My back arched in an effort to keep my prick jammed against her pussy mound, feeling the rhythmic spasms that shuddered through the excited flesh. As my lips sucked and my teeth chewed on the tasty finger of her tit, I imagined the action that must be taking place inside her climaxing vagina. Fucking Laura Akin promised to be an unforgettable experience.
Gasping for breath, she pushed herself away, and I could hear her movements as she re-buttoned her dress. My hands were shaking as I shoved my cock back inside the slacks I tugged up from about my ankles. The sound of the sliding zipper was loud in the darkness.
I had dropped the flashlight, and I had to grope for it. Laura twined her fingers in mine as we resumed our walk, sharing both the recent pleasure and the promise of an even wilder romp tomorrow.
As if by some unspoken agreement, we avoided any mention of our savage mating. She asked about my work, and showed a surprising knowledge of its problems in her inserted remarks. It seemed that only a few minutes had passed before I saw a yellow glow through the trees.
Laura called out as we approached the house, and a male voice responded, its owner outlined in the door way as a magnificently proportioned youth with long blond hair that gleamed in the lamplight like spun gold.
"You took your time getting home!" the boy said accusingly, trying to ignore me, but examining me, up and down, with angry blue eyes.
Laura introduced me after we were inside, and Billy Akin extended his hand with a tight grin, his eyes flashing as I winced at the unexpected pressure.
In that split second, my eyes raced over the boy's body. He had quite obviously spent considerable time developing it. Powerful biceps rippled and his pectorals bulged as he increased the grip. Along his left thigh, ridging the faded denim of his shorts with its flaccid bulk, his cock threatened to expose its tip from the frayed edge of the cloth. Judging by its length and thickness, it was probably as large as my own.
I bore down with my grip and had the satisfaction of seeing the grin fade. A little gleam of respect flickered in the deep blue eyes as he stepped back, his head swiveling about as his younger sister entered the room.
"This is Pattie," Laura announced. "Pattie, this is Steve Drukker, the man who's staying at the Stokes house."
I tried not to stare, but it was impossible. There aren't many girls like Pattie, and an opportunity to examine one at close range is irresistible. I murmured a greeting while my eyes took in the mouthwatering display of physical perfection.
Pattie Akin, like her brother, had developed that fifteen-year-old body into a beautiful specimen of feminine musculature, and I found my balls tightening with desire to test the resiliency of her sinewy legs.
Longer than Karen's, they displayed a symmetrical perfection of graceful calves and exquisite thighs, the latter almost splitting the legs of the clinging shorts. Wide shoulders supported two bullet-tipped breasts that challenged the strapless halter with their obvious firmness.
Between the straining halter and the low-slung shorts, an expanse of sun-tanned skin played in seductive undulation against the hidden muscles of diaphragm and belly, and the dainty navel graced a shallow vertical valley that betrayed the power of the abdominal sheath beneath the velvet surface.
Her face was a fascinating blend of youthful innocence and a sensual maturity evidenced by the knowing eyes and the full, pouting lips. Blond hair, closely cropped, hugged her finely shaped head in a cap of tight curls, completing the picture of slumbering passion in a body that was designed for but one logical purpose.
Even the slender hips could not disguise that magnificently curved ass, its cheeks high, full, and undoubtedly firm. It was easy to imagine the superb buttocks clenching as her delightfully prominent labial mound was speared by a lusty cock.
Billy, I concluded, was a complete idiot. How any male could subject himself to the sexual magnetism of Pattie Akin without humping her, I could not understand. Those nutcracker thighs were just begging for a carnal invasion.
She acknowledged my greeting without a smile, her eyes bold and challenging, but the lips curving in recognition of my admiring survey. I couldn't be sure, but it seemed to me that the outlined nipples swelled as she gave me one exploratory sweep of the green eyes.
I forced myself toward the door, giving Laura a secret wink as I murmured the usual phrases. She remained in the doorway until I entered the woods, my brain whirling with excitement.
The trail was easy to follow, and I was surprised at the shortness of the trip back. Danny called a soft greeting from the front porch as I approached, and I joined him on the steps, sinking down with a little sigh.
"How did you make out with Laura?" the boy demanded almost immediately.
"Hey!" I warned, easing the rebuke with a chuckle. "You're gonna have to learn that the best fishermen don't brag about their catch."
"Does that mean you popped her?" he asked, ignoring my protest.
"It means I'm not talking," I said. "Where are Lucy and Karen?"
"They went to bed right after you left," he said, dropping his voice to a near whisper. "They locked the door, too."
I grinned, matching his conspiratorial tone. "How do you know it was locked?"
"I heard the key turn," he answered. "Then they started grunting and groaning in there," His face wrinkled in a frown. "Do you think they're doing it to each other?"
I stood up, stretching, beginning to unbutton my shirt as I stepped onto the porch. Danny rose, waiting for my answer.
"Danny," I told him, "women are funny creatures. You may spend a month getting one to spread her legs. Then, when she gets started, you can't stop her. Your mother and Karen are just getting warmed up. When they're really hot, you can ball both of them any time you want to. Come on, kid. Let's hit the sack."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Breakfast was unusually quiet Thursday morning. Lucy and Karen avoided my amused eyes, and Danny, still a little confused by the idea of the two females getting their kicks without his assistance, poked at his food and had nothing to say to anyone.
I was quite pleased by the turn of events, for it meant that I didn't have to explain my lengthy absence with the seductive Laura. If Lucy and Karen were getting it on the way I thought they were, it wouldn't take much persuasion to get Danny included in their sexual gymnastics. I had promised the lad that he could ball both of them, and, so far, I had delivered on just one.
There was a small garden plot back of the house, and I spent a couple of hours mashing bugs, pulling weeds, and making my hands red with a hoe. Not since I was a kid had I done anything like that, and I actually enjoyed the work, finding myself with an enormous appetite when we knocked off for lunch.
Nobody objected when I announced that I wanted to take a stroll through the woods. The sun was bright, the threat of rain having passed without a drop, and a refreshingly cool breeze swept the moutain side.
Deliberately, I took the trail leading away from the Akin house, following it until I was out of sight and hearing before plunging into the woods and circling back behind the garden, discovering that I could see the entire back of the Stokes place from the higher elevation.
The brush was not too thick, and the trees were sufficiently scattered to make for easy progress. I was hardly winded when I picked up the trail Laura and I had taken the previous evening.
I tried to estimate the halfway point between the two houses, and settled for a small clearing just off the path where I could relax on the grass, yet be able to see Laura's approach. My prick was beginning to throb with expectation, for I remembered the violent contractions of her plump pussy when I chewed that lush tit. Laura Akin promised to be an extraordinary lay, for she had displayed a complete lack of inhibition during our brief, but highly pleasant stroll.
She didn't keep me waiting. My watch read exactly two o'clock when I caught the flash of a yellow dress through the trees, and I called a soft greeting that brought her rushing toward me, arms extended and ripe lips parted for my kiss.
"My God!" she exclaimed, pressing full length against me with her lush curves. "I didn't sleep a wink, just thinking about last night."
I nibbled her lower lip, discovering that it made her yielding belly work in a delightful grinding against mine. The plump cunt mound massaged the rapidly swelling bulge in my slacks, and she began unbuttoning my shirt.
There was little conversation. We both knew exactly why we were there, and it seemed ridiculous to waste the little time we had with small talk. I helped her with eager fingers, grinning at her soft murmur of admiration when my whang popped free to bob its swollen knob in happy expectation of another sample from those talented lips.
Before slipping out of her simple dress, Laura bent to plant a wet kiss on the tip of my prong, and I encouraged her to take the head inside her mouth long enough to work it over with that swirling tongue. She made no objection, dropping to her knees and beginning a replay of the previous evening.
I forced her mouth off my cock and tilted her flushed face so I could look into those lust-filled eyes. Deliberately, I rubbed the tip of my prick back and forth across her parted lips as I urged her to strip.
"You've got a beautiful body, Laura," I said, holding my hips almost motionless while she licked the slit of my glans, dragging her tongue across the sensitive knob with broad sweeps that made the cock lurch upward against her pert nose. "This time, I want to see every curve."
She climbed to her feet and pulled the dress off over her blond hair, shaking her head to settle the wayward strands, and making the big jugs wiggle their distended tips. My gaze stabbed the juncture of her firm thighs, examining the thick jungle of blond curls that hid her waiting cunt.
"Lie down on the grass, Laura," I told her. "I want a taste of that pussy."
Laura obeyed without argument, depositing that voluptuous body and spreading those exquisite thighs until the blond silk parted to reveal the dainty cleft of the plump mound I had been thinking about for the past fourteen hours. She grinned wickedly when she saw that I was about to straddle her head in my approach.
"Steve Drukker," she murmured, wetting her lips as my cock swung into position above her lovely face. "You're the kind of man I've always wanted. You don't fool around."
"Show me how much you want it," I suggested, bending over that warm belly mound and rubbing my chin through the wiry curls of her blond bush.
Eager fingers gripped my prick and guided it downward, and I sighed with pleasure as her greedy mouth enclosed it, the teeth scraping lightly as I eased it back over the wriggling tongue and into her throat.
With her head tilted, Laura could do something she hadn't been able to manage before. Her hands clasped the cheeks of my ass and pulled me down and down, until my balls spread over her nose and eyes, and she was taking the whole throbbing length of my cock.
My tongue dipped into the moist crevice of her cunt, licking up and down the quivering slit, and darting with stiffened tip to spear the engorged bud of her prominent clitoris. Her knees drew up, the thighs widening, and her hips pushed the delicious pussy up against my willing mouth. Clamping my lips about the spasming opening, I forced my tongue far up into slippery vagina.
The effect on Laura was dramatic and immediate.
Her pussy tightened about my tongue, and her mouth siphoned my prick with hot vacuuming that sent waves of delight back: to my swinging nut sac. I sucked her flexing slit with deep pulls as my racing tongue massaged the labial nerves.
She came with a wild threshing of her elevated ass, and the convulsions of that gurgling vagina tugged at my writhing, slithering tongue with feverish suction, its tart juices filling my mouth until I was forced to swallow repeatedly.
My hips pounded above Laura's lovely face, fucking her hot, gulping throat with satisfying thrusts of my throbbing cock. Her rolling tits cushioned the powerful plunges of my belly, while I stroked deeper and faster into the contracting pussy with my wriggling tongue.
The liquid sounds of our feasting were accompanied by an occasional grunt as the pleasure mounted for both of us, and Laura's fingers dug into my pounding ass cheeks, encouraging me to a more frantic pistoning through the sybaritic combination of encompassing lips, swirling tongue, and greedily gulping throat.
I was racing toward my own orgasm, my prick driving like a runaway oil rig, and my hairy balls were slapping almost harshly against her nose, eyes, and forehead as I rammed it to her with uncaring surrender to the powerful stabs of belly-knotting pleasure. I clamped my teeth about the thick base of her throbbing clitoris and lashed it with furious swipes of my tingling tongue.
A startled gasp caught my hips on the upswing, and my prick slurped out of Laura's mouth as I relinquished that meaty love bud to raise my startled eyes.
Pattie Akin, her face pink with shock and anger, stood glaring down at our naked bodies, her bare feet planted wide apart, and the halter-straining tits quivering with indignation.
"You're a damned slut!"' the girl hissed at her mother, the red lips curling disdainfully. "Daddy said you'd go after any man that came along, and he was right!"
"Hold it, kid!" I growled, pushing myself to my knees. Laura sat up, her tousled hair brushing my wet cock as she pulled her head from between my spread thighs. "Maybe you don't approve of all this," I continued. "But that's your mother you're talking to."
"Mother?" the girl grated furiously, the green eyes flashing me a contemptuous look. "She's a damned tramp! And you're nothing but a dirty muff-diver!"
"Pattie!" Laura exclaimed, her voice matching the girl's in harshness. "You'd better watch your tongue!"
"At least," came the sarcastic rejoinder, "I'm not licking his filthy pecker!"
Laura sprang to her feet, the big breasts wobbling as she reached for the girl with clawing fingers.
"I'll teach you, you little bitch!" she cried, stumbling as Pattie easily evaded the attempted grasp.
"Teach me what?" the girl demanded mockingly. "How to be a lousy whore like you?"
"Help me catch her, Steve!" Laura panted. "She needs her ass busted good!"
I didn't want to get involved in their personal feud, but the girl's insolent glare was a challenge. I had been on the very edge of spilling my load in her mother's thirsty throat when she showed up, and I blamed her for the ache in my balls.
With a single move, I launched myself upward toward the girl, grabbing her wrist before she could re treat. Her free hand shaped a claw, and I caught it just before she raked it down across my face.
"Whip her!" Laura cried. "Show her she's not so damned smart!"
I glared at the angry Pattie. "You heard what your mother said," I growled.
"Pull her shorts down, Steve!" came the added instructions. "Give it to her right on her bare ass!"
The girl was stronger than I had anticipated, twisting from my grip with a savage wrench of both wrists. Stepping back, she spread those gorgeous legs and placed both hands on her hips in a defiant stance. Her eyes were green pools of hatred.
"Just try it!" she hissed. Her halter had slipped during our brief tussle. Now, her chest heaved, and one pink-tipped mound escaped the narrow band, the nipple taut and quivering as if in indignation. "No damned man is gonna spank me!"
I gave her mother a questioning look and she nodded fiercely. "Go on!" she urged. "It's just what she needs!"
My hand flashed out, and Pattie leaped backward, just as my fingers reached the insecure halter. It ripped, peeling from her young tits to flutter aside, leaving her naked above the clinging shorts.
The incredibly beautiful breasts jiggled, their flawless mounds glistening with a thin film of perspiration. The pert nipples, like tiny cocks, jutted from the dainty aureolas in arrogant tilting. Her belly muscles tightened, playing beneath the tanned flesh in visible ripples, and her inner thighs quivered as she braced those strong young legs for another quick movement. "Don't let her get away!" Laura gasped, her voice shrill with excitement as she circled behind her daughter. "Grab her!"
This time, I didn't reach for her arms. Instead, I hurled my body toward those long, bronzed legs in a move I hadn't used since playing tackle on my high school team.
Pattie squealed as my arms closed about those luscious legs, just below the dimpled knees, and she tumbled backward, arms flailing, as I yanked her feet from under her. She grunted as she plopped on that delightfully curved rump in the grass.
We were a writhing tangle of arms and legs, and my cock jerked excitedly as I wrestled the squirming girl about, her naked tits dragging their searing buttons across my thighs, and her firm waist mashing the rearing prick back against my belly.
It required all my strength to force her into position, face down across my outstretched legs, with that deliciously rounded ass pointed skyward and wriggling in angry protest beneath the skin-tight shorts.
Pattie tried to reach back with one clawing hand, but I blocked the move by leaning heavily on her curved back, my prick trapped by her hips as she wriggled her pelvis against my hairy thighs.
"Pull her shorts off, Steve!" Laura repeated. "Give her one she won't forget!"
It wasn't easy. Pattie kicked and lunged as my right hand hooked the waistband and began peeling the cloth down over those enticing buttocks. Laura helped by grabbing her daughter's wrists, and I shoved the garment lower, staring down at the slow emerging of her anal cleft and the firm cheeks of that exquisitely proportioned ass.
I almost lost her when I shifted my weight to force the shorts past her knees, for she gave a powerful twist, shoving her hips upward in a quick movement that freed my cock from its previous entrapment.
It happened so quickly that I didn't have time to fully appreciate the thrill of that silky crotch against my cock head as she struggled for freedom. But, when my prick slipped between those sleek young thighs to thrust its engorged knob up beneath the crack of her rosy bottom. I locked her in place, and enjoyed the torrid clamping of the firm young flesh.
I knew Laura could see the head of my cock, for it jutted from between the girl's thighs like an overripe plum. But, if she did, she gave no indication of displeasure.
Pattie, however, was very much aware of its presence. She had to be. The base was jammed tightly against the moist lips of her quivering pussy, while the shaft pressed her perineum and the winking anus before emerging from the delightful embrace of her warm thighs.
"Give it to her!" Laura hissed, and my whirling brain tried to decide whether she referred to the spanking or the admirably positioned prick. Then she clarified herself by adding, "Set her butt on fire!"
Pattie felt the movement as I raised my right hand, and her hips bounced, sliding the clenching thighs up and down about my throbbing cock.
"No!" she yelped. Then she yelped again when my broad palm splatted against the firm mound of her right buttock with more force than I had intended.
The print of my fingers was clearly visible on the rounded flesh, outlined in distinct white until the rush of blood to the affected area turned it a rosy red. Lust and a strange exhilaration roared through my crotch, and I jammed my prick more firmly between the quivering thighs.
My open hand delivered a matching slap to the left buttock, and her hips bounced more rapidly, frictioning my cock with their frantic bucking. Pattie yelled again when I returned to the right cheek and slammed my palm against the area still tingling from the first blow.
Still clutching the girl's wrists, Laura stared at the glowing mounds. "That's it!" she urged hoarsely. "Pour it on!"
The slaps cracked like pistol shots in the small clearing as my arm rose and fell, and Pattie's cries of outrage became stifled sobs. Both cheeks were a furious pink, and her hips were writhing as they continued their delightful, but unintentional massage of my throbbing prick.
"Don't stop!" Laura commanded. "Give her a good one!" She released the hold on her daughter's wrists, and climbed to her feet to better observe the prescribed punishment.
It was then that I noticed the sudden alteration in Pattie's reaction to the painful attack. Her sobs became soft groans, and her hands, now free, spread slender fingers on the grass to begin a rhythmic clutching of the green blades. At the same time, I felt a hot wetness on the base of my cock, spreading down to coat my balls with its moist heat, and a series of powerful convulsions tightened her thighs about the thick shaft.
Instinctively, I covered both cheeks of her enflamed ass with my big palms, squeezing and kneading the tender flesh as her pelvis hunched and quivered in what could be nothing else but a gut-wrenching orgasm.
I looked up at Laura's flushed face, my own features registering amazement and undisguised lust.
"She came, by god!" I exclaimed in a hoarse voice. "I spanked her ass, and she came like a damned fountain!"
Laura stared back at me, her eyes glittering, and a little stream of saliva escaped the comer of her sensuous mouth. One hand clutched and fondled a prominent tit, and the other slid boldly between her lush thighs to finger the slippery crack of her aroused cunt. Her gaze moved down to Pattie's jerking bottom, then back to my face.
"Fuck her, Steve!" she said tensely. "Show her what a real man is!" Her voice climbed up the scale in mounting excitement. "Fuck her! That'll settle her down!"
At some other time, in some other setting, I might have been surprised at the woman's unusual demand. But the three of us were stark naked in the mountain clearing, with only the noisy birds and the chattering squirrels to witness our erotic denouement.
Pattie's hips had become motionless, except for an occasional spasm, and my fingers rested lightly on the friction-reddened cheeks of her young bottom. The head of my prick was wet and shiny with the globs of jism expelled from its straining eye, and my balls ached with desire for the beautiful creature whose tawny curves were draped so conveniently across my thighs.
She didn't resist as I tugged at her arm and one slender leg, but she didn't cooperate. She simply permitted her body to be rolled onto the soft grass, her thighs parting to expose the delicate furrow of her moist pussy, its pink lips already lubricated by her vigorous climax.
Her arms fell limply to either side, and she stared up at me as I crouched between her legs, her eyes glazed, and her tongue sliding back and forth over the fullness of those lovely lips.
The pert nipples were strutted to a quivering rigidity atop the firm tits, attesting to the unadmitted hunger of her aroused cunt. Pattie Akin was clearly ready to be fucked. Still, I hesitated.
"What are you waiting for?" Laura demanded, her fingers busy in the blond bush of her dripping slit. "Give it to her! I want to see that little bitch squirm! I've put up with her damned snootiness too damned long!"
Wrapping my fingers about my huge cock, I nuzzled its blunt head against the girl's plump mound. "How about it, Pattie?" I asked softly. "What do you want?"
The tongue made another sweep across those petulant lips, leaving them wet and inviting. She looked at me unblinkingly.
"Whatever mother says," she murmured, almost inaudibly. Her head lifted slightly and her eyes drifted down my chest and belly to where the thick shaft of my prick aimed its prodigious length at her splayed labia. Almost disinterestedly, she added, "It won't go in. It's too big."
For a few seconds, I was ready to agree with that observation. The pliant lips of her pussy folded inward as I eased my cock between the swollen outer labia, and it was all I could do to force the big knob into the torrid grip of her vagina.
Pattie's body jerked at the initial contact, and her teeth clenched to stifle the threatened cry when the head of my prick snapped through the tight aperture. I was stretching her virgin cunt until every nerve end was exposed to the entering shaft, and I was easing more and more of the throbbing length into the churning passageway.
There was no hymenal barrier, only the sheer tightness of her vagina to impede my delightful entry. But I forced my hips to ease their pressure when I had only about half of my nine inches inside the clenching labia. Flattening my hands on the grass to hold my torso suspended over her coral-tipped breasts, I began fucking her with slow, short strokes that made my asshole pucker with the pleasure of her vaginal undulations about my prick.
Pattie was fighting it, doing her best to hide the effect of that slow frictioning of her deliciously hot pussy. She kept her arms stretched out on either side, and her legs flat against the grass. The latter gave her trouble, for the sun-tanned limbs were trembling with the instinctive urge to climb up and about my arched hips.
The knees would creep up to press inward, the thigh muscles cording in rhythm with my plunging prick, and her ass would begin responding, grinding that exquisitely juicy cunt about its huge visitor.
Then, with an obvious effort, she would manage to quiet everything but the internal caress of her well-stretched vagina. That hungry flesh was completely beyond her voluntary control, its flaming tissues churning greedily about my throbbing prick.
Laura seemed to be trying to shove her entire hand inside her own slavering cunt as she watched the administration of her prescribed "punishment." She constantly shifted her position to get a better view of the in-and-out motion of my engorged pole, and her big jugs bounced excitingly with each movement.
But I was too busy to appreciate the display of bobbing tits. Pattie's increasingly juicy quim demanded all my attention as I fucked the girl with a growing savagery, determined to batter down her emotional resistance with my pelvic hammering.
Easing my chest down onto her remarkably hard breasts, I shoved both hands beneath her quivering ass. I squeezed the firm cheeks, lifting her crotch, but raising my own hips to maintain that five-inch depth with my stroking prick.
That's when I felt the unmistakable spasming of her tight cunt, its hot walls squeezing and flexing in the onslaught of a climax she could not resist.
I fucked her a little faster, my cock slithering through the fluttering lips of her pussy as the tremors spread outward from that rumbling orgasmic explosion, effecting a shuddering of her elevated crotch, and a helpless spasming of the muscles in arms and legs that increased the frictioning of our meshed organs in a most pleasant manner. I pumped faster, my chest sliding against the sensitive tips of her young breasts.
As the full force of the climax roared through her helpless cunt, I tightened my grip on her ass cheeks and drove the full nine inches of strutted prick into the steaming depths of her pussy, slamming my balls against her anus, and riding her with unrestrained fury.
Pattie's mouth flew open, and her green eyes bugged in astonishment. She stared up into my face with a look of angry desperation, her neck muscles taut with the strain of attempted resistance.
With a savage grin, I gave her a series of thrusts that rammed the head all the way up to the spasming mouth of her womb, then I hauled it back to slide the flared knob in and out of the clenching pussy lips, massaging the most sensitive part of her cunt with the deliberately shallow jabs.
She had been holding her breath since the first ecstatic shudder. Now, with the pleasure too intense for further suppression, she exhaled in a series of little cries, each one forced from her gaping mouth by another short plunge of my big cock.
"UUUHHH!....UUUHHH! UUUHHH!"
"Give it to her, Steve!" Laura yelped excitedly, planting a bare foot on my rump and slamming my hips down with a suddenness that caught me unprepared. "Make a woman out of her!"
My prick slid through the rippling tissues until I felt Pattie's clenching labia about the thick base, and the delicious nibbling of her cervix on the buried knob.
It was as though Laura's foot had enabled me to press some hidden button in that convulsing sheath. The girl's arms wrapped powerfully about my neck, and the well-muscled legs became a demanding circle that scissored my hips, the lush thighs clamping with urgent surges.
I was no longer screwing an unwilling, but unresisting girl. I was fucking a savage bundle of wildly contorting flesh that sucked and clawed with powerful thrust and gyrations, demanding my full strength to keep from being bucked off of those fluid hips, that rose and fell beneath my surprised crotch.
My lips found an open mouth, and a tongue that seemed bent on reaching my tonsils with its furious thrusts. Then, when I forced it back and plunged my own between her greedy lips, she sucked it until the root ached with strain.
My pubic ridge banged against her well-padded mound with each ball-slapping plunge into the slippery r nest of her cunt. Her ass twisted and jerked, the muscles of her vagina squeezing and rolling about my cock, and her legs .flexed with the rhythmic grinding that was dragging me inexorably toward a come that I was certain would unravel my spine.
Pattie suddenly loosed her choke hold on my neck, and she twined her fingers in my hair, pushing my face up so she could glare at me with those wide, staring eyes. Her remarkable ass seemed to shift into an even higher gear, and the internal muscles of her cunt became a hundred milking fingers.
"Goddamn!" I gasped, feeling my balls explode, yet finding myself unable to halt the furious pumping of my ass. "Oh, Goddamn!"
Fireworks erupted in my belly and colored lights danced before my straining eyes as I hammered my prick in and out of her greedy snatch. My arms and legs jerked with the force of that first ecstatic volley of seething sperm. Like a liquid rocket, it sped upward through my wildly throbbing cock to spurt against the sucking mouth of Pattie's womb.
Her green eyes saucered, and she pulled air between her teeth, her ass working in a furious grinding that increased the pleasure of my repeated jetting until I groaned with the near-pain of my come.
Pattie was enjoying her own ass-shaking climax, but she was getting her real kicks from watching my face as I emptied my balls in her demanding cunt. With each wet spurt, she was extracting my manhood, her slavering pussy sucking my strength out through my savagely jerking prick.
I didn't care if she considered it a victory. Whatever it was, it had furnished me with a piece of ass I would never forget. In addition, I had the satisfaction of having melted the girl's icy resistance, transforming it into a blazing cauldron of lust.
Her juices boiled about my prick as I hilted it in the convulsing sheath and delivered one last spurt of scalding semen into her cervical lips, collapsing atop her writhing body with a groan of completion.
She claimed my mouth again, but this time, her kiss was gentle, the tongue worming slowly against mine in a soothing caress. Her pussy still rippled about my spent cock, but its undulations were less fierce, milking the throbbing meat with velvet fingers as her ass moved deliciously beneath my trembling hips.
"My God!" Laura panted, on her knees beside us, her hands playing over my waist and buttocks. "I've got to have that cock!"
Pattie's cunt tightened about my prick as I began dragging it out, and I paused with just the engorged knob stretching her quivering slit, feeling the exquisite nibbling of that young pussy about the sensitive flesh of my glans.
My cock slipped free with a wet, sucking sound, leaving a trail of creamy sperm across the curve of her lowered thighs as I heaved myself back onto my heels between her legs.
The girl lay almost motionless for a moment. Then, seeing her mother's hot stare, she widened the angle of those delightful thighs and pushed the wet blond crotch upward in invitation.
"What's wrong, Mother?" she murmured in a throaty purr. "I thought you wanted his come. Why don't you lick it out?"
Laura's face contorted in a blend of hunger and confusion, her tongue caressing her parted lips as her eyes drank in the beauty of her daughter's freshly fucked pussy.
A new and strange desire tugged at my balls, and I reached out to push the woman down between Pattie's legs, moving aside so she could kneel in oral worship, her magnificent ass rearing as she plunged her face into the mass of blond curls.
Pattie gave a sharp gasp as the greedy lips fastened on her cunt and the meaty tongue slithered up into the nerve-laced labia. Her fingers twined in Laura's hair, pulling her closer, her ass pushing the juicy crotch against the devouring mouth.
"Suck his come out!" she hissed. "You wanted it! Now, drink it!"
The savage accusation only spurred Laura into a noisy attack on the succulent pussy, and her head began a grinding motion that screwed her lips more tightly onto the yielding slit.
My cock throbbed with renewed vigor, and I positioned my knees between the kneeling woman's feet, easing my hips forward until the engorged shaft slipped beneath her perineum, and the blunt head found the swollen lips of her waiting cunt.
Laura gave a muffled gasp as the huge knob invaded the mouth of her pussy, for it filled the sensitive aperture completely, expanding the tender tissue until every nerve was exposed to the throbbing pressure of my thick shaft. She was tight, almost as tight as the girl who lay staring at me with amused green eyes while I inched my distended cock into her mother's slippery vagina.
My hands clasped the flared hips for leverage, and I forced my prick deeper into the slowly yielding channel, feeling the powerful muscles contract about its burrowing head in delightful spasms of welcome.
I still had about three inches to go when the tip collided with a hot, wet obstruction, and Laura's ass cheeks contracted against my belly in mute protest. Her cunt flexed about my cock, the vaginal juices laving it, and the velvet band of her labia squeezing the inserted shaft.
Her hips jerked when I pushed against the restraining barrier, and another muffled grunt issued from her lips, their greedy feasting interrupted by my insistent jabbing. But I recognized the tone as one of encouragement.
Suddenly, I realized what it was that barred my hilting in that snug cunt. The head of my cock was knocking at the door of Laura's womb, and she was urging me to effect an entry into that spasming organ.
The knowledge was like a powerful aphrodisiac. My prick seemed to swell and harden even more, and my balls became twin bombs in their tightening sac, building toward another seminal explosion of almost frightening force.
I bent over her satin-smooth back and wrapped my arms about her trembling hips, my groin muscles straining as I pressed the throbbing head of my prick against that wriggling barrier, moving my ass from side to side in an effort to loosen the hidden lips.
Laura pushed back, working her own hips to grind the slowly yielding womb-mouth over the curved tip of my glans, her cunt muscles contracting to pull me deeper and increase the pressure on the reluctant orifice. She moaned as the aperture widened, and I heard my own hoarse cry as the head of my cock plunged into the churning grip, and my pubic arch slammed harshly against her taut perineum.
I clung to her quivering ass like a sex-crazed leech, my cock buried in the delightful double embrace of pussy and womb, unwilling to make any move that might lessen the incredible pleasure of the hot suction and exquisite vibration that caressed my swollen prick from base to tip.
"What's wrong?" Pattie's sincere inquiry dragged my squinting eyes to her concerned face. I tried to give her a reassuring grin, but the pleasure in my buried pole was too intense. I could only grimace as I panted my choked reply.
"I'm in her womb!" I gasped.
Pattie's eyes glistened and narrowed. "She used to give Daddy hell because his couldn't reach that far," she said in an excited voice. "I used to hear her tell him she wanted a man who could do that."
"Christ!" I groaned. "I'm afraid to move!"
Laura, still sucking away at her daughter's cunt, gave a furious wiggle of her lush ass, an unspoken signal that movement was just what she wanted from me.
Keeping my arms locked about her hips, I pulled back until the clenched lips of her cervix blocked my further retreat, and fucked her with short jabs that rocked her body, the head of my cock sliding back and forth inside her womb, and my cock shaft frictioning her well-packed vagina.
It was like fucking and being sucked at the same time, a combination that my pulsating prick could not resist. With a hoarse cry, I tugged the glans from the greedy embrace, pulling it back to the spasming labial lips before shoving it in again and forcing it through the slightly loosened cervix.
The pressure, as the head snapped through, was almost painful, but it was equally such a wonderful sensation that I couldn't stop. I fucked her with a mounting fury, stabbing that greedy spider mouth with vicious thrusts until the ecstasy became unbearable, and I felt the hot contractions of my balls.
Ramming the knob into her wildly convulsing womb, I spurted my ropy sperm, splashing and splattering the thirsty walls with its liquid balm. Glob after glob of the thick come rained into the greedy organ, and her cunt spasmed about the jerking shaft in a climax that shook her entire body with its violence.
Even when I was drained, I felt the sweet suction of that hidden mouth as it sought to extract still more of the liquid fire from its throbbing invader. She held me captive until my prick began a slow detumescence, its bulk diminishing until the wet, shining head slipped from her overflowing crack.
I rolled aside, panting for breath, watching Pattie force her mother's mouth from her blond crotch. She pushed the unresisting woman onto her back and crouched like a hungry animal between Laura's trembling legs. She moistened her full lips and bent forward over the gurgling snatch.
"Now," she whispered fiercely. "It's my time!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was after five when I made my way back around the house and onto the trail again, giving Lucy an innocent look when she saw me coming across the yard. I guess she figured I might ask a few questions about the previous night. Anyway, she didn't mention the length of my absence, and I didn't volunteer an explanation.
Karen and Danny were out back, picking mustard greens, and I took advantage of the opportunity by walking up behind a protesting Lucy and jamming my crotch against her warm, firm rump. Her struggling lasted at least five seconds. Then, she started squirming those ass cheeks about my stiffening prod, and making a little gurgling sound in her throat.
I might have popped her right there in the kitchen if the kids hadn't returned just as I started tugging her dress up. There didn't seem to be any logical reason why I should hide my erection, but I grabbed a chair and shoved my legs under the table as Karen entered, followed by a grinning Danny.
He gave me a wink, and I grinned, realizing that the two had been doing something a lot more interesting than gathering greens. Danny was learning fast, and his sister would probably make sure that he got in plenty of practice.
It was getting dark by the time we finished supper. Karen was clearing the table, Lucy was lighting the oil lamp, and Danny had just suggested that we sit on the porch to catch the evening breeze.
He opened the screen door for me, and I stepped out into the semidarkness, halting abruptly when Billy Akin's voice challenged me from the steps. I saw the lamplight reflected from the barrel of the shotgun he held leveled at my beltline, and I stepped back, colliding with Danny.
"Come on out, Drukker!" Billy exclaimed angrily, planting one bare foot on the porch and shoving the muzzle of the gun toward me. "I don't want to have to shoot you right there in the house!"
A chill raced up and down my spine as I realized that the boy was serious. That gun was no toy, and I presented a perfect target, silhouetted against the yellow light of the lamp. All he had to do was press that trigger, and ... hell! I didn't want to even think about the results.
"Hold it, kid!" I said, trying to put a little bravado into my voice. "What the hell have I done to you?" Behind me, Danny's anxious tone demanded, "What's wrong with you, Billy? Put that gun down!"
"Stay out of this, Danny!" Billy warned. "Are you coming out, Drukker?"
I heard Lucy and Karen give startled gasps, but they didn't speak, and Danny moved back out of range when Billy made another gesture with the gun.
"I'll come out, Billy," I said placatingly. "Let's talk this over." I tried for a laugh, but it didn't come off too well. "If I'm going to be shot, I'd like to know why."
The boy stepped away from the porch, keeping the muzzle carefully aimed as I crossed the wooden platform and descended to the ground.
Keeping my voice low, I said, "What the hell is this about, Billy?" I was pretty certain it had something to do with the way I had spent the afternoon, but I couldn't quite figure out what was bugging the boy. He couldn't possibly have believed that his mother was an angel of purity, and his earlier attitude didn't qualify him as a defender of Pattie's virginity.
The gun waved me farther away from the house, across the clearing to the edge of the woods. There, we were both in shadows, but I could see the outline of the shotgun, and I knew Billy could see me.
His voice was tense with anger as he said, "You screwed Mom this afternoon, bastard!"
"How do you know what happened this afternoon?" I countered. I didn't feel very brave. But I couldn't believe the boy would pull the trigger unless I gave him some added reason. "Were you there?"
"No, damn you! Pattie told me all about it," he said hoarsely. "You put it to her, too!" He was almost sobbing. "You fucked both of them!"
"Christ, Billy!" I said defensively. "I didn't rape them. I hope Pattie told you that, too."
"She told me everything," he exclaimed. "Why the hell did you have to come along? I had things all worked out, and you have to spoil them."
I heard footsteps in the woods, coming along the path from the Akin place. Billy gave no sign that he noticed. He was spilling out his explanation.
"Ever since Daddy left," he said in a fierce voice, "I've been planning on getting Mom to let me do it to her. I wanted to screw Pattie, but she acted like a damned iceberg. Mom was getting hard up, and it was just a matter of time till she'd have let me have some. Then, goddamn it, you had to ruin everything!"
"Billy Akin!" Laura's startled voice came from the pathway. "Put that gun down! What do you think you're doing?"
Pattie's voice chimed in with "I told you how he acted when I blabbed about this afternoon. He went crazy! Just grabbed the shotgun and ran out the door." The two females moved out to where their forms were visible in the deepening darkness. Laura moved toward Billy, but he backed away, still pointing the gun at me.
"Don't come any closer, Mom!" he warned. "I'll shoot him!"
Hurriedly, I explained to Laura, "Billy's been nursing a hard for you ever since his father left. He thinks I've cut his chances down."
"Good god!" Laura exclaimed. "All this fuss over that?" She took another step toward Billy. "Why don't you come on back to the house? Let's talk about it." The gun moved menacingly. "He comes with us," the boy insisted.
"Will you?" Laura asked me.
"Do I have a choice?" I replied. "Your son is very persuasive."
Laura turned to Pattie. "Go and tell Lucy everything is all right. Tell her that Steve is going with us for a while."
The girl trotted across to the house. Laura made a suggestive whisper with her voice. "So you've been wanting to try your wings, Billy. Why didn't you let me know?"
"You wouldn't have gone for it," he answered. "You think I'm still a kid."
"Think you can prove that you're not?" she countered.
"Damn right!" he cried. "I can give you anything he can!"
Pattie came running back, blocking any answer Laura might have made. Billy waved the gun again, and I followed the two females along the path, feeling an occasional nudge from the shotgun as Billy trailed me, too close for comfort.
We didn't talk during the trek. Once, Pattie stumbled, and I kept her from falling by quickly wrapping an arm about her slender waist. She sagged against me, harder than necessary, and her fingers darted unerringly to my crotch, giving my flaccid cock a warm squeeze before she moved away.
They had left the lamp burning, and the yellow glow welcomed us from the doorway, silhouetting the two lovely bodies as they led the way into the house.
Pattie flopped down on the sofa, and Laura turned in the middle of the room as Billy took up a position by the door, still holding the gun in a line with my belly.
"All right, Billy," she said, placing both hands on her lush hips. "You've stated your wishes. Now, I'll tell you exactly how you can have what you want."
The boy's eyes danced from his mother's body to my face, and back again. He wet his lips nervously. "What do you mean?"
"I mean," she said flatly, "you'll have to put that gun away and do what I tell you to do."
He shook his head, the blond hair swirling with the movement. "I told you what I wanted," he said doggedly.
"You'll get it," she assured him. "But you'll have to do it my way."
He frowned, but his eyes brightened in interest. "Go on!"
"Since you've dragged us all into this crazy mess," Laura explained, "we'll all take part. Steve can have Pattie, and you, my incestuous-minded son, can have me."
"In the same room?" he demanded doubtfully.
"In the same bed!" Laura nodded. "Are you afraid you can't back up your claim?"
The boy's face hardened. "Hell, no! I just don't want to have to watch him and Pattie."
Pattie stirred on the sofa, making her firm tits bobble beneath the flimsy halter. "Don't be jealous, Billy," she purred. "If you're a good boy, I'll let you wrestle me for a real surprise."
"What kind of surprise?" he demanded.
She cupped the big breasts, pointing the outlined nipples at him. "Whoever loses," she said softly, "has to eat the other one."
Billy frowned. "But he's gonna ball you. That means I'd be going down on you after he's done it to you."
"And you're afraid you'll lose," she announced with a grin.
"The hell I am!" he retorted. "I can pin you any day."
I couldn't resist warning the boy, "Careful, Billy. She'll be taking you on right after you've blown your wad. You'll be as weak as a kitten."
"Stay out of this, motherfucker!" he blazed at me. Pattie giggled delightedly. "Look who's talking!"
The boy's mouth opened and closed, then spread in a helpless grin as he realized her meaning. The grin lingered as he turned to me.
"You won't try any funny business?"
"Me?" I answered, spreading my hands. "I'm a lover, not a fighter."
"What about our bet?" Pattie asked, standing up and moving those magnificent hips provocatively.
"You're on," Billy answered, lowering the gun. I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Put the gun away," Laura said, and waited until the lad placed the shotgun on the wooden rack, high on one wall. "Now, let's go in the bedroom and forget all this silly jealous business." She was already unfastening her dress as she led the way.
Billy's eyes became excited saucers when his mother skinned out of the dress and gave him a good look at those mouth-watering curves. Pattie deliberately waited until Laura had turned completely around, displaying that magnificent ass to the staring boy, before shedding her halter and shorts.
The boy's stare darted from mother to sister, unable to settle on any one feature of the two lovely bodies that flaunted their nakedness with utter inhibition. His shorts threatened to burst as his cock swelled to a rigidity that made it difficult for him to push them down.
Laura gasped, and Pattie's lips parted in surprise as the boy's prick flipped free of the descending cloth to smack his muscle ridged belly with its commendable bulk. Billy Akin was equipped with a tool almost as large as mine, and the way it was jerking above those tight young balls, it was ready to prove exactly what he had claimed it could do.
"I guess I hadn't noticed that you've grown up," Laura murmured, recovering her poise, but still staring at his engorged cock. "I hope you know how to handle that thing."
Billy was gaining confidence from the admiring inspection, and he gave his hips a little jerk that made the prick wave threateningly. "'I know all I need to know," he said huskily.
I turned to Pattie. "I think we're just excess baggage," I grinned, slipping an arm about her waist and letting my hand drift up to shape one of those deliciously firm mounds. The nipple became a quivering shaft that I could manipulate with thumb and finger, making her shiver with pleasure at the caress.
The girl was a changed creature. The supple body still radiated a challenge to my manhood, but her attitude was one of sensual hunger for more of that prick that reared, swollen and throbbing, from my hairy crotch.
When Laura took a single step forward to reach for Billy's untried weapon, Pattie twisted about in my semi-embrace to press her warm curves against me, touching from dimpled knees to the searing points of those distended tits.
I pulled her still closer, making her shiver by sliding my hands down that flawlessly curved back and kneading the taut globes of her luscious bottom.
"Easy!" she whispered, wincing at the massage of those tender pads. "You made me sore back there."
My arms tightened as I whispered back, "Why don't you let me kiss it and make it well?"
She moved her firm belly against my cock, the hair of her cunt tickling my balls. "You really would," she murmured.
A soft moan from Laura drew my attention back to where Billy was kissing her with artless zeal, and hunching his engorged tool against her midriff. Pattie turned her head to watch the pair, but she kept her hips jammed firmly against mine.
Laura had to use both hands to force the boy's lips from her own wet mouth. Her eyes glazed with lust as she cupped his face, her voice tense and urgent.
"Let's get on the bed, Billy!" she exclaimed. "I want that big thing in me!"
Billy Akin was almost out of his head with desire. He stood like an obscene statue, his eyes devouring his mother's enticing body as she crawled onto the bed and lay back, her voluptuous thighs spread invitingly, and the pink slit of her pussy betraying her eagerness to feel his hard young prick.
"Come on!" she hissed, extending both arms, the gesture pushing her big breasts together in an exciting undulation of creamy flesh. "Climb on me, son!"
The boy moved awkwardly to place one knee on the bed, his cock waving and jerking as he stared down at the juicy crevice that waited for his eager plunging.
He started to bend, moving into position between his mother's legs. Suddenly, he gave a startled gasp, and he straightened, his buttocks tightening. His hips jerked forward, the big cock arcing above Laura's soft belly, and he groaned his helplessness as the shaft lurched, expelling a spurt of thick semen.
Laura wasn't quick enough to catch the first globs of the ropy sperm. The first splattered her belly, and she took the second on the nipple of her left breast as she pushed herself to a sitting position. But, before the cock could deliver the third jet of white cream, her lips had fastened about its scarlet helmet, and she gave a nasal moan of pleasure as she greedily swallowed the spurting come.
Billy cried out at the touch of her warm mouth, and his hands flashed to twine the blond hair in his clutching fingers. He shoved his powerful hips forward, driving his prick into the red circle of Laura's lips until his balls spread against her chin and his pubic thatch covered her nose.
Still spilling his orgasmic elixir into his mother's mouth, Billy stared down at her blond hair in disbelief. His ass cheeks quivered with his pelvic lurches as he twisted his spurting cock about inside that delightful heat and suction.
I knew what the lad was experiencing, for Laura had already given me a sample of her oral artistry. With Billy, she had pulled out all the stops, and was sucking his exploding prong with a force that indented her cheeks, her graceful throat moving sensuously as she swallowed his creamy load.
Laura worked her lips back up the shaft to grip it just beneath the glans, and from the way Billy groaned, I knew she was teasing the last taste of semen out of the sensitive slit with her skillful tongue.
"Christ!" he panted. "You took it all! Nobody's ever done that before! You swallowed my whole dick!"
Laura surrendered the meaty head and licked her way down the pulsating underbelly until she could coat his big balls with saliva, spreading it with slow, dragging motions of her tongue.
Her face pressed against his crotch, she said, "You've been playing around with kids, Billy. I'm gonna show you what a real woman can do."
She wrapped one hand about his still erect cock, and placed the other on one hard buttock, pulling him upward on her body as she lay back on the bed. It took Billy a moment to get the idea, but he knee-walked his way over her hips until he was straddling her rib cage, and his prick lay like a veined log between her big-nippled tits.
She pushed the pliant jugs tightly about his thick shaft, and he began fucking through the warm channel with husky groans of delight, the head of his prick butting Laura's chin each time he drove his hips forward. She smiled up at him, licking her lips to claim a few scattered flecks of semen from their red fullness.
"Move up a little, baby," she encouraged him. "Let me work on those beautiful balls."
It was my guess that most of Billy's experience had been gained from a few willing, but sexually green youngsters whose knowledge of erogenous zones was limited to the most obvious.
Now, the boy was in the hands of an expert, to whose normally passionate nature was added the inflammatory excitement of incest. Laura, having decided to make the boy's wet dreams come true, was going all the way.
"Let's get on the bed," Pattie whispered to me, "where we can see everything."
I made her grunt with a savage shove of my hips that dug my rearing cock hard into her muscled belly. "If we get on the bed," I warned, "you're gonna take this prick!"
"That's blackmail!" she teased, trying to pull me toward the bed. "Tell me what you're gonna do to me!"
"I'm gonna fuck your ears off!" I grinned, letting myself be pulled down between those sinewy thighs. Her fingers curled, tightened and guided, and I couldn't prevent the groan of ecstasy as my prick invaded her deliciously tight pussy for the second time since that highly enjoyable spanking.
Pattie gasped as I stretched her tender cunt and fitted my balls into the warm cleft of her trembling bottom. But she fastened arms and legs around me with an eagerness that bore small resemblance to the submission of the afternoon. My chest was bearing down on those pointed globes, pushing the nipples back into their own dainty aureolas.
"Am I too heavy?" I asked, finding my left shoulder jammed against Billy's right knee as he worked his way upward over Laura's face.
Pattie's pussy gave my cock a squeeze that made me grunt. "You can put all your weight down," she murmured. Her hips moved beneath me, grinding that juicy embrace about my hilted shaft. "God! You feel good in there!"
Billy's sharp cry drew our attention, and I rested my cheek against Pattie's as we both turned to stare at his frantically writhing ass. Laura's chin was visible between the tight cheeks of his bottom, moving furiously as she probed the boy's anus with her stiffened tongue.
Billy's head was thrown back, and his eyes were squeezed shut. His mouth was a tight slash across his clenched teeth, and his breath squeezed out in little hisses as the tongue parted the tender lips and slid out of sight inside his asshole.
He learned fast. After the initial shock of finding his anus impaled on that wriggling tongue, he began rocking his hips back and forth, effecting a little in-and-out motion of the stiffened muscle that massaged his straining anal tissue and brought his cock back to a throbbing erection that bumped Laura's forehead.
"I wonder how that feels?" Pattie murmured, beginning to add a little vertical action to her grinding hips that slid her torrid snatch up and down my prick just enough to fascinate both of us.
"To him?" I grunted. "Or to her?"
"Her, silly!" she giggled. The convulsive laughter did things to her cunt, and that delicious channel did things to my inserted prong that were highly enjoyable. "I can tell that he digs it!"
"Want to try it?" I asked, jabbing the head of my cock against her cervix and making her ass jerk in happy response.
"Maybe," she gasped. Her face twisted with ecstasy. "Do it to me, Steve! Please! Do it hard!"
It was an easy request to fulfill. I didn't have to move my hips but a couple of inches either way, for the girl was working her ass in a savage grind and bump that slid the slippery lips of her cunt up and down my pole with breathtaking speed, and pulse-racing results.
Billy was climbing back down over his mother's lush nakedness, positioning his knees between hers, and watching her eager fingers fit the head of his cock into her dripping slit. Then, as his buttocks flexed, and the spear began that delightful entry, the boy whimpered, almost sobbing with the pleasure of finally easing his swollen member into that hot embrace he had dreamed of entering for so long.
'There, there, baby" Laura crooned, pushing her crotch up to accept the thick cylinder of hard flesh. "Just enjoy it! Give mother that big, wonderful hunk of meat! Make her take it all, Billy! Just like you did when she sucked it! Pack her belly full of cock!"
I was fucking the wriggling Pattie like a sex-starved sailor, for the whole incredible scene was just beginning to sift through my whirling brain. In another couple of inches, Billy was going to ram into that spider mouth, and I wanted to see and hear his reaction. On the other hand, Pattie was exercising her pussy muscles in ways she hadn't even approached that afternoon, and I couldn't slow down my pumping assault on that undulating corridor of spasming tissues.
Laura must have been more excited than I realized, for she scissored her son's waist with those voluptuous thighs, and dug the fingers of both hands into the cheeks of his rearing ass, pulling him down and into her crotch with such force that he couldn't stop when he hit the mouth of her unusual womb.
He bleated, and his hips trembled hard enough to shake the bed, but Laura was already screwing her cervix onto his cock, so he didn't even pause. His balls slapped her wriggling tail and his belly slammed down on hers with an audible sound.
Then, we both shook the bed, for the boy's hips began a rise and fall that matched the vigor of my own thrust and retreat. Beneath us, mother and sister responded with throaty cries and a grinding of two delightful cunts that were being fucked with an enthusiastic rhythm.
Turning my head, I saw Billy's twisted features, and his low-lidded eyes staring at me as I hunched my prick in and out of his sister's gurgling snatch.
Seeing the ecstasy stamped on his handsome face, I could easily forget that the boy had been willing to blow my balls off only minutes ago. I licked my lips and gave him a strained grin.
"Is it good, Billy'" I panted, matching my strokes to his savage pumping. "Hell, yes!" he groaned, trying to grin back. The result was a contortion of his lips that more closely resembled a snarl. "How's that stuff?"
"You'll soon find out!" I managed. It was all I had time for. Skyrockets and H-Bombs were exploding at the point where my prick was trying to burrow into Pattie's womb, and the shock waves thundered back along the nine-inch shaft and into my balls, loosing my seminal flood and making my buttocks clench like two savage fighters.
Pattie's ass leaped and twisted as she felt the sudden jerk of my prong, and her cunt spasmed in hot tugs that pulled my sperm from its roiling depths to spurt in repeated volleys against her hungry cervix.
Laura was claiming her son's second load of thick semen, her heels drumming his bucking bottom as he groaned his delight at the powerful suction of her womb about the jetting head of his prick.
Billy and I managed a couple of jabs as we emptied our balls into the two wriggling females, but their remarkable internal muscles provided all the milking action necessary to pull the last reluctant drops from both our hilted cocks, and we lay atop the lush bodies like landed fish, gulping for air.
I had forgotten Pattie's challenge. But, the moment Billy and I drew our wilting shafts from the cream-filled nests, she pushed herself up onto her elbows and reminded him of it.
"Ready to wrestle, big brother?" she demanded, her voice a trifle breathless, but wholly confident. Her breasts were a glowing pink from the massage by my chest hair, and the nipples were arrogant fingers, strutted and full. From her blond cunt, a thin trickle of ropy white oozed down toward her dainty anus.
He glared at her, his eyes running up and down her nakedness, lingering on the prominent brush of her crotch. Seeming to push aside an instinctive hesitation, he licked his lips and nodded.
"You know I can take you," he muttered in a husky tone.
Leaving me lying on the bed, Pattie crawled over my middle, giggling as she dragged the wet lips of her pussy across my semi-flaccid prick. She bounced erect, legs spread and flexed, her arms partially extended as Billy climbed laboriously to his feet and rounded the bed like an awkward bear.
I moved closer to Laura, and she placed a warm hand on my slippery cock, beginning a gentle massage that brought it to life in seconds. It became even harder than before when she raised her torso and began massaging the tender glans with one of those finger-like nipples.
"Who're you betting on?" I grinned.
She chuckled, taking time to run her hot tongue over the head of my cock before answering. I tried to stuff it into her mouth, but she let it slide off her lips and along her warm cheeks.
"Whoever wins," she reminded me, "they'll both get it off."
Billy pushed a chair out of the way, clearing the area between the bed and the wall. He planted his feet, wide apart, and faced the naked girl, his big cock swinging back and forth like a thick rope. Both brother and sister flexed their muscles, treating Laura and me to an exciting display of rippling young flesh.
"Whoever has to move both feet looses," Billy said. "Right?"
Pattie nodded, grinning impishly. "You've got a very convenient handle," she reminded him. "But I won't use it."
"You'll be chewing on it in a few minutes!" he boasted. "You ready?"
"Ready for you to give me a little head," she replied, giving a little flick of her torso that shook the points of her lovely breasts. Her arms went out, fingers curved in readiness.
"Such language," Laura murmured, running her wet lips up the side of my cock and flipping the head with her tongue. "I don't understand this new generation."
"I thought you communicated pretty well," I chuckled, hunching my hips and hoping she'd go down on my prick. Instead, she gave me her cheek again and watched the two figures beside the bed.
Billy made a grab for Pattie's wrist, and was forced to slide one foot forward to maintain his balance when she twisted aside. She gave a throaty laugh and jabbed an extended thumb at her blond crotch.
"I'll get both feet in a minute, and you can have your dinner!" she taunted him, wiggling her slender hips suggestively.
He grabbed again, securing a hold on one wrist, and pulled the girl toward him. Instead of fighting the tug, Pattie let her body lean forward, forcing the startled Billy to sustain her weight as she plastered her naked breasts against his broad chest.
For a moment, they were almost motionless except for Billy's cock. That dangling bulk stiffened and swung upward, aiming its single eye at Pattie's come-flecked slit.
"Damn, sis!" the boy grunted, releasing his hold on her wrist and placing both hands on her shapely shoulders, pushing her away.
Pattie yielded to the push, her body arching backward, knees bending until the last minute. Then her fingers closed about her brother's wrist and she pulled and twisted, levering him forward and across her jutting hip.
Billy lurched forward, grunting when his stiffening prick collided with Pattie's firm hip. He fought for balance, but his momentum carried him too far. His feet left the floor, and he sprawled on all fours beside the grinning girl.
Pattie planted a foot on his elevated rump and patted her pert nipples with clenched fists, giving a subdued imitation of Tarzan's yodel. Billy flattened out on the floor, his forehead on his forearms.
"Shit!" he exclaimed expressively.
Pattie removed her foot, walked over to the bed and perched her bottom on the edge, spreading her knees and giving Laura and me a broad wink.
"Come on, Billy!" she called in an exaggerated sultry tone. "You can't wrestle. Let's see how you are at muff-diving."
Billy hoisted himself to hands and knees, crawling across the floor toward the moist pink crevice that peeped at him from its blond silk frame. He paused with his face only inches away from her juice-filled pussy. His tongue made a slow moistening trip about his generous mouth.
"Nobody can say I don't pay off on my bets," he muttered.
Pattie widened the angle of her thighs and lifted her feet high, lowering her legs onto her brother's broad shoulders, leaning back on her elbows with her blond head resting lightly against my chest. With Laura fondling my prong, I reached down to cup one of the girl's firm breasts, rubbing my palm over the strutted nipple. All three of us watched Billy take a deep breath and move in on the waiting target.
Pattie gave a soft gasp as his mouth fastened about the pliant lips of her pussy, and I knew his tongue was wriggling up into the juicy channel by the way she frowned and hunched her mobile ass upward.
I reached down with my other hand and urged Laura to do the very thing she had been looking forward to. This time, she didn't resist. Her mouth claimed my cock like a hungry calf after a promising nipple, and her tongue began a swirling dance about the sensitive head.
All I had to do was lean forward, still fondling Pattie's delightful tit, to reach the girl's moist lips with mine. Her tongue surrendered, dancing between my teeth as I tasted the sweetness of her young mouth, while her mother paid homage to my rearing prick, drawing the head deep into her convulsing throat as she sucked it with delightfully hot tugs.
Billy was beginning to enjoy his work, rooting his pursed lips between the girl's cunt jaws and waggling his tongue inside the dainty orifice. He seemed to have forgotten that I had just filled the spasming corridor with my creamy sperm, for he was slurping away with an eagerness which had nothing to do with the lost wager.
As Laura lovingly nursed my cock, and I let Pattie suck my tongue in a deliciously wet kiss, I tried to figure out a way we could maintain our connections, yet enable Billy to ease his tool back into Laura's pussy.
Then the ecstatic tremors began, and I lost interest in everything but the two mouths and the responsive breasts. There would be ample time for experimentation later. For the moment, Laura was thirsty, and I furnished her with a seminal geyser.
CHAPTER NINE
I was wakened by the smell of coffee and bacon, and the rhythmic motion of the bed. Cracking one eyelid, I watched Pattie top-riding her panting brother, straddling his bronzed body to slide her dripping pussy up and down his thick prong with a graceful motion of her fluid hips.
For a long while, I lay quietly, observing the ripple of the girl's thighs and the contractions of her flat belly as she hunched her blond crotch up and down on the throbbing hardness.
It was a lazy fuck. Neither of them seemed to be in any hurry, and I suspected they had already gotten it off at least once. But they were completely engrossed in the repeated meshing of their young flesh, ignoring my movement as I rolled out of the bed and wandered, still naked, into the bathroom.
Tingling from a cold shower, and back in my clothes, I made my way to the kitchen to find Laura happily fussing about the small breakfast table. It was set for two.
She gave me a broad smile and a kiss that almost made me forget that I was ravenously hungry. Laura Akin looked just as desirable across the breakfast table as she did by moonlight.
"Are they still at it?" she asked, jerking her head toward the back of the house. When I nodded, she said, "I don't blame them. You're only young once." Digging into the food, I asked, "Did it bother you to let Billy do it?"
"Because he's my son?" she countered. "The only reason it didn't happen a long time ago is because I thought he might not go for it. So far as I'm concerned, sex is a sport. We both got our jollies, and that's all that matters."
Remembering what Danny had said about Laura, I put out a feeler. "What would you say to a real party with Lucy, Karen, and Danny?"
Laura's eyes teased me. "I suppose you've already primed the pump."
"Like you said," I grinned at her. "It's getting your jollies that counts."
Pattie and Billy were still in the sack when I left the Akin house and headed back to face an accusative Lucy Stokes. She tried to avoid my embrace, turning her face aside when I started to kiss her.
"I never should have let you get to me, Steve Drukker!" she exclaimed, keeping her voice low, but forceful. Danny and Karen were still asleep, and she didn't want them to witness her jealous outburst.
I tightened my grip on her waist, and jammed my crotch against hers, working the bulk of my flaccid cock into the lush softness of her cunt mound.
"You couldn't help yourself, Lucy," I reminded her. "You and Laura are just alike in that respect. Neither one of you can resist a stiff prick!"
I walked her backward, ignoring her protests, my cock stiffening in my slacks as it rubbed her warm flesh through the thin dress. Her back collided with the closed door of Danny's room, and I held her with one hand as I fumbled for the knob.
The message of her responsive cunt was getting to her, and she was beginning to breathe more rapidly, her breasts sliding swollen nipples against my chest. She braced herself as I began pushing her into the room.
"What are you going to do?" she asked hoarsely.
"I'm gonna fuck that pussy you've been letting Karen chew on!" I said, my voice almost savage.
She gasped at the accusation, but a denial would have been ridiculous. Instead, she exclaimed, "You'll wake Danny!"
"Don't you think he already knows what's going on?" I demanded. Over her shoulder I could see Danny. He was awake, watching us with excited eyes. The sheet had been pushed to the foot of the bed, and his slender young body was completely naked, his cock beginning to rise from its chestnut curls and pointing ceiling-ward in strutted readiness.
Lucy managed to twist about to see her son's stare, and she struggled against my grip, her clenched fists battering at my shoulders as I forced her toward the bed.
"I won't!" she cried. "Not in front of my own son! No!"
Her calves struck the bed, and I loosed one hand to hook my fingers in the neckline of her dress. With one powerful tug, I ripped it downward, the big tits spilling from confinement to point quivering nipples as the dress parted. I didn't stop when she yelped, but finished tearing the garment all the way to the hem, pushing her down onto the bed with more force than I intended.
"Hold her, Danny!" I snarled, losing a couple of buttons as I fumbled with my shirt. I wasn't certain of the lad's cooperation, but he didn't disappoint me. Rearing up in bed, he grabbed his mother's shoulders and forced her back when she attempted to rise.
Lucy's eyes darted from Danny's determined face to my cock, its swollen length jutting out in a throbbing erection when I shoved my slacks down and stepped out of them, climbing between Lucy's legs and glaring down at her. I took over from Danny, but clamped my fingers on her big tits to hold her in place.
"Show her that cock, Danny!" I grunted.
Lucy's head twisted to stare at the boy as he climbed to his knees and shoved his hips forward, the engorged prick quivering as he pushed it toward her.
I eased the head of my own cock into her slippery cunt, feeling the hot shuddering as the vagina adjusted to the throbbing bulk. Her thighs widened to accept my hips, and she pushed her crotch upward in helpless welcome, moaning when I shoved the full length up into the snug embrace of her pussy.
"Let her kiss your dick, Danny!" I urged, lowering my chest onto the yielding breasts and grabbing Lucy's hair, forcing her head about when she tried to turn away. "She gives damn good head, kid! You just have to get her started!"
Lucy became two people. Her hips and legs worked to friction that insatiable cunt about my cock, and her head and torso fought to avoid contact with Danny's smaller, but equally distended organ.
"Are you sure?" Danny grunted, settling his knees more firmly and wrapping one hand about the jutting spear of his cock. His eyes wandered down to where my hips pounded Lucy's with a familiar rhythm. "Christ! I love to watch you fuck!"
"You can watch and get your ashes hauled at the same time!" I panted. The cunt was loosening up just enough to permit an easy slide through the convulsing channel, and I was pumping a little faster, my prick squishing as it drove through the juicy lips.
Danny's hand was moving up and down his cock in excitement. "What do I do?" he groaned.
Keeping one hand on Lucy's head, I closed the other about his pumping fingers, urging him forward until the rounded tip of his cock head touched Lucy's lips. Her nostrils flared, and she made one last effort to wrench her mouth away from the inviting male meat. Then, with a half-sob and a furious writhing of her hips, she stretched her lips to accommodate her son's throbbing prick.
My help was no longer needed. Once Danny experienced the hot suction, he began pushing the shaft farther into her mouth, and Lucy, just as I had anticipated, welcomed the intruder with greedy gulps, her cheeks indenting with the fierceness of her tugs.
Lucy's fingers replaced Danny's about his prod, her other hand sliding between his thighs to fondle the sizable globes that promised a wealth of seething sperm for her eager throat.
Danny gurgled his excited pleasure, his pelvis thumping to drive his prick through her encircling fingers and nursing lips. My own cock tunneled up into her belly, rapping at the door of her womb with each savage thrust, the delightful thrills surging and rippling through my belly as I fucked the writhing woman, slamming my pubic arch down to massage her distended clitoris.
"Do you want to ball her, Danny?" I asked, knowing the answer, but wanting to hear the lad's admission of incestuous desire. In addition, I was eager to try a new experiment with the sensual Lucy and her equally erotic son.
"Yes!" he groaned, driving his prong past her fingers and plastering his nut sac against her cheek in complete hilting. I saw Lucy's throat undulate in rapid gulping as she took the head of his cock deep in her oral chamber.
" Her hips tried to follow me when I pulled my prick out of the clinging pussy, hearing the wet sound of the slit closing behind my exit. She fought to retain Danny's pole, reaching out with a flicking tongue as he tugged the head from between her lips.
The boy climbed eagerly atop the naked body, fitting his tool into the well-greased socket and driving it home with a thrust that made Lucy cry out with the sudden filling. Quickly, her legs locked about his waist, and she began grinding her ass to friction the walls of her cunt about the hot hardness.
I dragged a big pillow down and jammed it against her hip, To the panting Danny, I said, "Stuff that under her tail, kid, and spread your legs out real wide."
Lucy hoisted her ass cooperatively, and I helped shove the pillow into place, grinning at Danny's questioning look. I gave his arched bottom a friendly slap.
"Now," I said getting to my knees and moving down in the bed, "just hold what you've got for a minute."
I climbed between the boy's legs, leaning over his rearing rump, and almost laughed when I saw the buttocks flinch as my cock brushed them before I could force it downward. His head turned.
"What are you gonna do?" he asked nervously.
"Relax!" I chuckled. "Did you think I was about to sample a little male tail?"
Before he could answer, the head of my cock nudged his balls and slid beneath them, pressing its slippery tip against Lucy's winking anus.
"Jesus!" Danny gasped as he realized my intention.
"No!" Lucy moaned, but there was no real sound of protest in the cry, and she was already relaxing that hot sphincter to let me cram the bulging knob into her tight asshole.
It was much more difficult than the last trip through those clenching walls, for Danny's prick filled the adjacent channel, making the colon seem smaller as my prick slid deeper and deeper into the spasming, oily grip I felt Danny's prong jerk as my tool massaged its underbelly with its slow entry, and heard his whimper of pleasure at the unexpected caress and increased pressure.
After her first gasp, Lucy had made no further sound, but the hot contractions of her intestinal sleeve welcomed my cock, sucking it into the torrid chute with delightful squeezes.
Once I was sure that my prick wouldn't slip out of her asshole, I let my chest rest lightly on Danny's back, my belly rubbing his taut buttocks as I drove my cock head past his. My pubic arch brushed his dangling balls, trapping them against Lucy's tightly stretched perineum.
Over the lad's shoulder, Lucy stared at me, her lips parted and moving restlessly. Her arms reached about Danny's body to embrace both of us, and her legs, forced from their scissoring by my mounting, thrust almost straight up on either side of our stacked hips.
I had to let my full weight down on Danny when I reached for Lucy's lips, but the additional pressure drove his cock deeper into her cunt, and his response was a groan of ecstasy.
Lucy's mouth worked savagely against mine, and she began swiveling her well-packed ass before I was fully hilted. A bolt of pleasure shuddered back through my cock, and I slammed it up into her tail with a grunt of delight. My hips forced Danny's thighs farther apart, and my belly pounded his flexing buttocks as I fucked in and out of Lucy's anus, each stroke massaging the lad's buried prick. I could feel it lurching inside her cunt, and its proximity heightened my own pleasure, causing me to increase the speed of my pistoning.
Her tongue swirled and darted in my mouth as I screwed her increasingly juicy asshole, my cock massaging the anal nerves and frictioning the tender passageway with its powerful and deep thrusting.
It was good, but I wanted something different. The contact with Danny's quivering young body had awakened a need which demanded satisfaction. Pulling my mouth from Lucy's wet, hungry lips, I transferred my weight to both arms, my palms pressing the bed on either side of her shoulders.
To Danny, I said, "Pull out just a little, kids'll want to try something."
Obediently, his ass pressed back against my belly, tugging his prick about halfway out of his mother's wriggling pussy. I almost gasped with the exquisite pleasure of feeling that hardness slide against mine in the semi withdrawal.
"Is that far enough?" he panted, his hips quivering with the urge to ram his pole back into that delightful embrace.
"Yeah!" I grunted. "Just hold it there for a minute!"
Lucy had stopped wiggling her bottom, waiting for my next move. But, when I began hauling my cock out of her anal grip, she moaned a soft protest, tightening her sphincter about the shaft until I had to tug the knob from the fevered circle.
Balancing my body with one hand, I used the other to steer my prick upward beneath Danny's balls, sliding the slippery tip against the belly of his cock until it pressed the lower curve of Lucy's slit. Then, maintaining the contact with that expanded labial ring, I adjusted my belly against the boy's curved ass.
"When I push," I told him, "let your cock slide in."
His voice was thick when he answered, "Are you gonna stick yours in there, too?"
"I'm gonna try like hell!" I grunted, adding the pressure.
I expected Lucy to cry out when she discovered what I was attempting. Instead, she shoved her hips upward and flailed her legs to force that vaginal mouth about the combined circumference of our joined cocks.
The pressure about the tip of my glans was almost intolerable. I could feel the straining tissues of her cunt yielding, and the internal heat bathed the sensitive eye before I eased off to catch a shuddering breath.
"Try it again!" Lucy panted. "You were almost in! Don't stop!"
Lucy Stokes, who had refused to submit to her son's early advances, now welcomed both our prongs into her greedy pussy. Beneath us, she worked her ass in a hungry lifting, and I shoved my weight down against Danny's bottom, groaning with pleasure when I felt the head of my prick snap through the labial ring and plunge into the shuddering heat and wetness of her voracious cunt.
"Oh, god!" Danny whimpered. His tool was being driven back inside the torrid corridor. But the pressure about it was far greater than before. In addition, the lower curve of his shaft was subjected to the constant and savage throbbing of my larger cock, while his balls were pleasantly squeezed between my prong and his own perineal plane. "I can't stand it!"
He tried to hurry me, but he succeeded only in jiggling his cock against mine as I eased both the prongs farther into the slowly yielding vaginal grip. The head of my prick was about halfway back on his shaft, and when he was hilted, I was only about four inches into Lucy's belly.
That was enough. Danny's ass cheeks were clenching against my lower abdomen, and his mother's hips were jerking in helpless reaction to the packing of her cunt with more cock than she had ever dreamed could possibly be crammed into that greedy socket.
Any movement made by any one of us was exaggerated by the close fit of our shafts in that slippery sheath of undulating tissue. Lucy was gasping each time either prick frictioned the vaginal walls, and when the combined girth massaged her incredibly expanded labial ring. But they were sounds of pleasure too intense for words.
I hadn't anticipated the thing that happened next.
My only immediate goal had been achieved when both cocks forced their way into her cunt. Beyond that, I had visualized only the satisfaction of feeling the mother and son move together toward the inevitable orgasm.
But, with our bodies blended in that erotic position, our organs seemed linked by more than physical pressure. Lucy's cunt began a hot churning about our pricks, and Danny's shaft throbbed more powerfully. I felt my own balls tighten, and the searing ecstasy of orgasmic contraction lanced my belly.
My come jetted into Lucy's pussy, bathing Danny's cock just as that organ spurted its first glob of hot cream farther back in the convulsing vagina.
Dimly, for my pulse was hammering like thunder, I heard them both cry out, for the pleasure was too intense for suppression. For every spurt of our seminal juice, Lucy showed our joined cocks with her own hot cunt honey, and her pussy vacuumed the thick sperm until we were drained.
I eased my prick back and out, feeling the labia snap as the glans escaped, and Danny's hips shivered at the sudden pressure about his still inserted shaft. Deliberately, I rammed my hips down against his ass, plunging his sensitive pole to the balls in the cream-filled cunt.
"Now!" I grunted, holding him hilted as Lucy's ass squirmed beneath him. "It's time for your solo flight!"
He was ready. His young prick had sustained its erection, and he began pumping the moment I released his hips. Lucy's legs embraced his waist, and she clung to her handsome son with both arms as he stroked in and out of her dripping snatch, his pubic arch crashing down to massage her clitoral notch with each savage thrust.
I was glad that Lucy didn't turn corny and start calling Danny pet names. At that moment, I doubted that she cared that it was her son fucking her. Lucy Stokes was interested in a hard cock, and Danny was supplying that commodity with an ardor she tried valiantly to match.
"Fight it, kid!" I murmured, patting Danny's bouncing rump and crawling to my feet.
Ten minutes later, showered and dressed, I woke a grumbling Karen. But, when she tried to coax me into the bed, I backed away, explaining my real need of the moment.
I waited in the kitchen as she prepared my second breakfast of the day, and I wolfed it down as though it were my first. All that horizontal exercise had given me one hell of an appetite.
CHAPTER TEN
It was late Friday afternoon, and I was right in the middle of a much-needed nap, when I was wakened by excited voices from the front porch. Sleepy-eyed, I stumbled out to find Laura, Pattie, and Billy chattering away to the three members of my host family.
Billy, unlike his actions during his last visit, threw me a warm smile, and he and Danny pulled me aside to explain the reason for the gab-fest.
"They managed to get some equipment across the washout," Billy told me. "Some guy in a jeep is down on the road, and he says they'll be able to get your car out by Monday morning."
"He's got a mobile phone," Danny broke in. "Billy explained about you being caught, and he says you can call from the jeep."
I was suddenly wide awake. Exchanging incoherent comments with the others, I set out with Billy and Danny along the wooded trail. We were hardly out of earshot from the house when Billy moved closer to me.
"I guess I owe you an apology," he said quietly. "I had everything all mixed up in my head."
"Shit, man!" Danny exclaimed, falling in on my other side. "Steve's the best thing that's ever happened to this old mountain."
"You're damn right!" Billy agreed, swatting my back with one big hand. "If he hadn't come along, we might have waited for months before trying anything."
"I take it that I'm forgiven." I grinned at the two youngsters.
"Forgiven?" Billy enthused. "Man, we are going to throw you the wildest party you've ever had."
I wanted to reply that the last four days had been pretty savage. But, if the boys had some new tricks to show me, I was willing to look them over.
"It was really Mom's idea," Billy went on. "She's going to set everything up with Lucy and Karen."
We were getting close to the road when I asked, "When is this party?"
"Tonight," Billy answered. "Mom doesn't believe in wasting time."
I grinned at the remark. "You can say that again," I murmured, and was pleased when both boys laughed.
The jeep was parked just in front of my mired-down wagon. Equipped with huge mud treads and a four-wheel drive, the midget car could go just about anywhere. A lean, brown-faced man in a pair of matching pants and shirt pushed his visored cap back on his head and returned our greeting with a tired smile. He gestured at my vehicle.
"You sure picked the wrong time to take a short cut."
I started to explain, but he waved the remarks aside. "Your company has been on our ass for the past two days," he said. "It took them that long to figure out that you were stuck back here. Now, they're bragging about having a representative who'll risk his neck to peddle their product."
It wasn't exactly what I had expected. Granted, I would have been late had I taken the highway, but I couldn't see where a spur-of-the-moment decision made me a hero.
"Can you get me out of here before Monday?" I asked, watching him lean over the dash and lift a hand mike from its hook.
"No way," he said, shaking his head. "We're pulling some equipment across by cable. But that wagon couldn't take it." He waved the mike. "Want me to put your call through?"
I nodded, and he rapped with somebody on the other end of the hook up, then waited, humming softly speaker crackled and he handed me the mike, and staring at the rear end of my station wagon. The Reception wasn't the best, but I recognized the voice of old man Baker, one of the three big boys in the company's top echelon. I started to explain my predicament, but he cut me off.
"You're the kind of man this company's proud of, Drukker!" he rasped, crowding the mike on his end and distorting his speech. "There'll be a big fat bonus waiting for you when you get back to the office. It's our way of thanking you for having to spend all that time in some godforsaken hole. It must have been terrible! Nothing to do, but twiddle your thumbs and wait." Behind me, I heard Billy and Danny snort in amusement, but I managed to keep my own voice serious as I thanked Baker and assured him that I was willing to make any sacrifice for the firm.
I gave the mike back to the grinning engineer and spent a few minutes discussing the condition of the wagon. He told me they would put it out and get it safely across the unfinished bridge, and we set a meeting time for Monday morning.
He drove off, and the three of us began the climb back to the house, the boys teasing me when I protested our speed. I managed to keep up, and was surprised to find myself only slightly winded when we emerged in the yard of the Stokes house.
The females were not in sight, and Billy loped off toward his own house after calling back that he would see us later. Danny flopped down on the edge of the porch and looked up at me, his eyes half-closed as he recalled the events of that morning.
"I can't get over what we did, Steve," he said softly. "Man, that was the wildest!"
"You and Billy will have to try that," I suggested. "I think either Karen or Pattie would agree to it."
The lad's eyes brightened. "Do you think I'll get to do it to Laura?"
"If you don't," I replied, "it won't be Laura's fault She is one hot mama."
"Gosh!" Danny murmured. "Just last Monday, all I thought about was having Karen jerk me off. Things sure have changed around here since you showed up." Lucy came to the door to tell us that Laura was bringing over part of the evening meal, and that we would all eat there. She reached down and ran her fingers through Danny's hair before going back inside.
"That," I observed with a smile, "was not a gesture of motherly love."
Danny's fingers curved about his bulging crotch and he pursed his lips suggestively. "I hope tonight is as wild as Billy claims it's going to be. I feel like I could screw forever."
The lights came on just before sunset, creating another mild outburst of delight. We hadn't really suffered from the lack of electricity. But its return was a welcome sight.
Lucy and Karen changed to sheer dresses just before the others arrived, and from the way the cloth hugged their lush curves, it was obvious they wore nothing else. They were both barefoot.
Laura and Pattie were similarly attired, and Billy wore only a pair of faded shorts that accentuated his handsome physique. It was the first time I had seen Pattie in a dress, and my prick stirred in admiration as the muscles rippled beneath the thin cloth.
The table was too small for seven people, but we crowded about it when supper was announced, grabbing chairs and laughingly changing positions until we gave up trying to establish a pattern. I ended up between Lucy and Pattie, finding my knees busy answering their suggestive rubs as we ate.
"I've been saving something," Lucy announced when our plates were clean, "ever since Mr. Stokes left."
"And you lost it when Mr. Drukker arrived!" Laura exclaimed, drawing a round of laughter and a furious blush from Lucy.
"I didn't mean that," she said, forcing a grin. "I was talking about this."
She stood up and walked to a wall cupboard, lifting down a large object in a brown paper bag. Returning to the table, she set it down.
"You all know how I feel about drinking," she explained, and another burst of amusement colored her cheeks. "But, it seems that we should have something special. Anyway, here's a gallon of com whiskey."
Billy gave a whoop of delight, and Danny gave his mother an incredulous stare. "You mean you're going to let us drink?" he demanded.
Lucy shrugged. "You've done everything else," she murmured. "You might as well."
Glasses were passed around, and Pattie acted as waitress, filling each one to the brim with the white lightening. Karen served a glass of water to each of us for a chaser.
"Are you going to drink?" Laura asked Lucy, watching her finger the glass.
Lucy nodded. "I think I've been denying myself a lot of pleasure," she said quietly. "It's time I let myself go."
Billy leaned forward with a wolfish leer. "Do you need any help?"
Lucy took a sip of the fiery liquid and hurriedly followed it with a drink of water. Her eyes were shining as she answered, "Just what did you have in mind?"
Billy swallowed half of his drink and shook his blond head as the whiskey burned its way down his throat. He ignored the water, pushing his chair back and patting his bare thighs.
"Come over here," he exclaimed hoarsely, "and I'll show you."
Lucy took another sip of whiskey and looked at Laura. Laura gave a hearty laugh that jiggled her big tits under the dress.
"Don't look at me!" she said. "It's every woman for herself!"
Lucy turned questioning eyes at me, and I nodded encouragingly. "Go ahead," I murmured. "Live a little."
Karen and Danny applauded vigorously as their mother rose and made her way around the table, setting her lush bottom in Billy's lap. The youth wrapped his arms about her and immediately pulled her face to his. Lucy hesitated for a moment, then plastered her parted lips against his. Billy's hand made its way to cup one resilient breast and I heard Lucy's soft moan of pleasure.
Pattie set her unfinished drink on the table and stood up, crooking her finger at Danny in a beckoning gesture. The boy climbed to his feet, blushing when his swollen crotch came into view. As he moved toward the girl, she began backing toward the door. Danny followed, and Laura stood up.
"I think we'd better all find the bedroom," she suggested. "That whiskey can sneak up on you in a hurry."
Billy picked Lucy up, carrying her through the doorway behind Danny and Pattie, leaving Laura and Karen to turn puzzled eyes at me. I grinned, urging them to their feet and slipping an arm about each slender waist.
"It would seem," I said brightly, "that I have just hit the jackpot."
Karen giggled, swaying against me. "How are you gonna take care of both of us?"
The alcohol was singing its way through my bloodstream, and most of its heat seemed to center in my prick. It reared against my trousers in a fierce erection, and Laura halted our progress toward the door to reach for it. Karen caught her wrist with a laughing protest.
"Wait!" she exclaimed. "Let's take it out. Then we can both play with it."
"Ladies!" I grunted, tugging at my zipper. "Don't! There's plenty here for everybody!"
"Listen to him brag!" Laura said. "I'll bet either one of us could screw him down to a nub."
I fished my cock out of the gaping fly and they both grabbed it with hot fingers. Laura got the base, and Karen's hand tried to encircle the upper portion of the shaft, her thumb massaging the purple helmet.
"Let's rape him!" Karen tittered, the thumb sliding back and forth in a way that sent shivers through my balls.
The two hands pulled me through the door, and for a moment, the three of us stared at the two couples on the bed. The sight did nothing to diminish my own desire, and my prong seemed to grow even more in the warm grips.
Billy was on top of a moaning Lucy, hammering his cock in and out of her snatch with powerful hunches. Danny, however, was on his back, and Pattie straddled him, riding his prick with that magnificent body while he fondled her breasts and shoved his hips up to increase the depth of his plunges into her luscious twat.
"God-a-mighty!" Laura gasped, her fingers tightening until I winced with the pressure. "Let's get out of these rags!"
While they tugged off the dresses, I skinned out of my own clothes, almost losing my balance as I kicked off my shoes and pulled at my socks. My prick waved about like a battering ram, ready to charge the first available portal. I straightened to find Laura and Karen staring at each other with hungry eyes.
Without comment, I slipped my arms about them, urging them together, face to face, watching the distended hippies meet and yield, the breasts pressing and grinding at exciting contact. Their lips were almost touching, moist, parted, and quivering.
I slid my hands down to the exquisitely rounded buttocks, forcing their prominent and bushy mounds together, the black hair meshing with Laura's blond curls. The ass cheeks tightened with pleasure, and the naked thighs sought each other with a growing eagerness.
"For God's sake!" I muttered. "You're crazy for each other! What are you waiting for?"
Still looking into Karen's glazed eyes, Laura asked, "What about you?"
I squeezed one firm ass cheek as I replied, "No matter what you do, you'll leave a hole open somewhere."
It was Karen who shook her head, slowly, but with determination. "No!" she whispered fiercely. "We can do that later."
Her speech was slurred, but she pronounced each word with care. "We're going to fuck you, Steve Drukker." Her eyes turned to regard me with a mixture of desire and confused excitement. "You might just as well lie down and let us have it."
Lucy emitted a throaty cry, and Danny gurgled his readiness as the two Akin youngsters shook the bed with their savage assaults. The effect of my cock was powerful and immediate. I didn't care which of my two partners did the honors, so long as one of them took care of my problem.
I sank to the floor, my prong pointing ceiling-ward and thumping with each frantic beat of my racing pulse, my eyes feasting on the two luscious bodies that approached me with their succulent tits and moist slits. The moonshine was playing tricks with my vision, and I had difficulty focusing on the lovely curves. But my pole was in perfect working order, and ready for action.
Laura gave Karen a nod, and the girl started to climb on my prick, standing astride my hips with that cute pussy winking its pink lips from its black curls.
I grabbed my cock with both hands, preventing her descent, and she ended up squatting over my thighs, her eyes wide in surprise.
"I want some head!" I grunted. My inhibitions had disappeared under the onslaught of Lucy's mountain dew and the knowledge that I would be leaving on Monday. There was no reason why I shouldn't enjoy the rest of my stay by doing exactly what I wanted to do.
Karen sat down on my thighs, her furry crotch grinding its slippery lips against the hard curve. On the bed, Lucy and Pattie were pantingly climbing from above and beneath their temporarily satisfied assailants. I waved my arms invitingly.
"I'm the guest of honor, Goddamnit!" I included all four females in my demands. "How about a little attention?"
I didn't see Lucy and Pattie approach, But, suddenly and very agreeably, I was the object of four greedy mouths, kissing, licking, sucking, and teasing whatever portion of my anatomy they could reach. I made sure that they could reach the most interesting spots by pulling my knees up and spreading my thighs.
Pattie gave me her lips in a kiss that made it impossible for me to see what the others were doing. But sight wasn't necessary. Karen had laid claim to my balls, coating them with warm saliva by licking gently over each globe, then drawing them into her mouth, one at a time, to roll the tender nut about in its pliant sac. Lucy spent a few moments licking the inner curves of my thighs, prevented from climbing too high by Karen's assault on my testicles. But she managed to work her head beneath her daughter's busy chin, and my hips gave a violent jerk when I felt her tongue slither into the crack of my ass to find the sensitive anus.
Laura took first prize. With Lucy slowly forcing the tip of her hot tongue into my asshole, and Karen sucking away on my balls, Laura zeroed in on her favorite cut of meat, stretching her lips over the knob of my prick and massaging it with a tongue that seemed to be everywhere at once. She didn't stop with that. The lips slid down my shaft, and the throbbing head was dipped into her deliciously convulsing throat. That was but a prelude to the exquisite pleasure when the mouth began riding up and down the full length of my cock, sucking greedily and noisily.
Pattie took her lips away from mine, only to replace them with a succulent nipple, while she began licking her way from one of my diminutive tits to the other, clamping her wet mouth against the puckered circle and flaying it with broad sweeps of her tongue.
I managed a couple of delicious tugs on her tit before she pulled it free in order to broaden the area of her exploring mouth.
It seemed that the white lightning Lucy had supplied had sharpened my senses, for I was able to distinguish each touch of the four tongues. But the total effect was a spiraling knot of pleasure in my belly and balls that threatened to explode at any moment.
A change in pressure as Pattie licked her way down my rib cage made me open my eyes. Billy was mounting the lovely girl dog fashion, steering his big cock between the rosy cheeks of her ass and into the slit of her slippery pussy.
Right beside her, his face flushed with excitement, Danny Stokes was climbing atop Laura's inviting ass, and she spread her legs farther apart to accommodate him, bracing herself and sucking with forceful tugs on my prong when the boy began feeding his cock into her willing anus.
Both boys began hunching as soon as their pricks were sufficiently deep, and the rhythmic pressure of their pounding hips was transmitted through the two female bodies to mine. The immediate effect was a more vigorous lapping of my upper belly by Pattie, and a swifter bobbing of Laura's head as she gobbled her way up and down my prick.
Lucy seemed satisfied with her position, and she was working that stiffened tongue farther up inside my asshole as her forceful stroking stretched that tender orifice. Her lips shaped themselves about it and she began adding suction to the delightful massage.
Karen, having thoroughly soaked my balls, caught Laura on the upbeat and clamped her lips against the sensitive ventral ridge of my prick, blocking Laura's attempted descent. I tried to elevate my torso to see what had halted the skillful head job, but my view was partially blocked by Billy's and Danny's heads as they hunched away on two of my partners.
Laura wasn't greedy. She backed her lips up the staff to the throbbing tip of my glans, waiting there un til Karen's warm mouth could join hers. The two kissed with their lower lips just covering the head of my prick, and their tongues swirling over the slitted knob in a passionate exchange of oral caresses.
Pattie, moaning with the deep plunges of Billy's prong, took advantage of the temporary release, and shouldered her mother aside, pushing both her and Karen from their position and immediately fitting her own warm lips onto my prick.
I didn't mean to come. But the combination of three different mouths working on my cock was too much. Pattie had time to draw about three inches into her mouth, wiggle her tongue about the knob, and suck just enough to tip me over the edge of orgasm.
Then Laura and Karen pushed their way back in an attempt to claim my throbbing joint, feeling the pre-orgasmic shudder race through my hips. The promise of that seminal load made them forget their desire for each other, and they rooted Pattie's hungry lips from my cock just as the ecstasy blasted the first spurt of come through my rearing pole.
Three mouths fought for the creamy liquid, and three tongues slithered over the tip of my jetting prick. My hips bucked with each delicious volley, and my cock slammed upward through a trio of bobbing heads, the thick come shooting into the air to spill back on hair and foreheads, creating a wild disorder as each of them sought to claim the creamy spillage.
My balls seemed to flex with the ejaculatory spasms, and I groaned a savage curse at my inability to spear any one of the greedy mouths that slurped and fluttered about the spurting prick.
Billy and Danny, their own orgasms triggered by the sight of the three females being showered by my se men, spilled their loads into Pattie and Laura with husky cries. Those two beauties redoubled their efforts as their spasming channels were inundated by the hot sperm, and their wriggling pushed my cock back against my belly, jetting my spunk in sticky puddles over my hairy chest.
Pattie, her position giving her the advantage, began licking furiously at the white cream, gathering it with broad sweeps of her tongue and swallowing it with noisy gulps. Billy was still jogging his spitting prick deep in her pussy, and she worked her ass in an answering climax as she drank my semen.
Danny, who had come just seconds before Billy, tugged his cock from Laura's tail and immediately crawled around to where he could ease the slippery shaft into Lucy's willing rear. The sudden invasion of her asshole made her surrender her oral grip on my bottom and my hips fell back to the floor, quivering with the last exquisite spasms of my orgasm.
Laura and Karen joined Pattie in gathering up the residue of my come, and Billy, his prod still hard, switched his attention from Pattie to Karen, making her cry out when his prick slid between her thighs, the big knob nudging her juicy slit.
Laura raised her head to stare at the exciting view as Karen arched her torso back against Billy's chest. The boy's arms went about her, and he spread his fingers over the two jutting tits, holding her in place as he tried to work his cock into the inviting pussy.
Pattie seized the opportunity to claim my prick with soft lips and swirling tongue, giving a little whimper of delight when she was rewarded with one last spurt of cream from that throbbing pole.
I forced Pattie to surrender her oral grip, and shoved her onto the floor, climbing between those sinewy thighs and easing my prick into her hot little pussy. The moment she felt the head invade her labia, she shoved her ass up with a grinding motion that screwed the delightfully tight sheath all the way to the base of my cock.
Right beside us, Laura twisted her voluptuous body about and jammed her face against Karen's crotch, her open mouth covering the juncture of the girl's cunt and Billy's eager cock head. I couldn't see what she was doing, but both Karen and Billy emitted gasps of pleasure, and I assumed she was using her skillful tongue on them.
Danny had Lucy flattened out on the floor, banging away on her rounded bottom with soft grunts of enjoyment. Lucy's face was buried against her folded arms, but she worked her ass to increase her son's pleasure as his cock pistoned in and out of her flexing colon.
I settled down to fucking the writhing Pattie, ramming my prick up into that convulsing sheath until the head slammed into her yielding cervix, then drawing back to let the rim of my glans tug at the inner curve of her labial grip.
She wasn't satisfied with just wrapping her legs about my waist, but tried working them higher, the deliciously tight cunt squirming hotly about my prong. Still banging away, I pulled her limbs up until she could drape them over my shoulders, leaving her tanned body arched beneath me, and my prick bent slightly downward as it pistoned her slippery quim.
Only her shoulders touched the floor, and I worked my knees beneath her pumping ass, forced to shorten my strokes by the awkward, but highly enjoyable position of our bodies. I gripped her hips with both hands, pulling the juicy cunt onto my prick like a wriggling glove. She glared up at me with glittering eyes.
"Don't come in me!" she panted. Every muscle in that young pussy was convulsing about my-probing cock, and she was digging each thrust. "Make me drink it!"
"Make you?" I grunted, slamming my balls into the crease of her clenching buttocks and feeling the cunt churn about the head of my cock.
"Force me!" she hissed, clenching her teeth and ass in alternating rhythm. I felt the contractions of that pussy become more violent, and a fresh wave of hot juice laved my prick. I fucked her a little harder as she came, her face contorting with ecstasy, and her ass wiggling to friction the exploding cunt about my cock.
It didn't take long. Especially when I looked over and saw what Laura was doing. Billy had his tool in Karen's pussy, just holding it there while his mother licked away at his bulging balls and the girl's distended clitoris. Karen was obviously coming, for her head was thrown back and her eyes rolled wildly under the dual assault of cock and tongue.
I caught Pattie's ankles and spread her legs far apart, ramming my hips betwen them in a furious hammering, my prick racing in and out of her slippery cunt as I strained toward another release of my roiling sperm.
When each stroke made my belly tighten with pleasure, I hauled my cock out of her quim, dumped her hips onto the floor, and quickly scrambled atop her writhing nakedness, straddling her lithe waist and dragging my balls between her tits as I headed for her inviting lips.
Playing the game, she tried to turn her head aside. I grabbed her blond hair and jammed the head of my cock against her closed mouth, pressing the lips back against her teeth, not hurting her, but giving the impression of savagery she wanted.
"Take it, bitch!" I growled fiercely. "Suck my dick!"
An animal whimper issued from deep in her throat, and the wet lips parted to claim my glans, the tongue flashing back and forth in a delicious caress before she let the prick slide into her mouth and down her throat.
My hands flew out to brace my body, and I felt her fingers clutch my rearing ass cheeks, pulling me down and down, her mouth drawing my prick deeper. My pubic thatch covered her nose, and my nut sac spread hotly over her chin. Pattie Akin had successfully taken the full length of my cock in her gulping throat, and her fingers fluttered about my winking asshole, encouraging me to fuck that churning wetness between her tonsils.
I crouched over her like a rutting stallion, my hips working to drive my prick in and out of her slurping mouth, feeling the throbbing head gripped and massaged each time it slid into that hot, gulping throat.
Her fingers tickled my asshole, and one of them forced its way inside, wriggling into the tender passageway as I groaned with the combined pleasure of her mouth and digital caress.
Pattie gagged with the first spurt of my cream, for it spilled from the head just as I drove it to the hilt, and she caught the slippery liquid against the back of her throat. It didn't stop her, and nothing would have stopped the delightful spasms that racked my balls with ecstatic shudders.
Her tongue wriggled along the belly of my cock, and she sucked with hot, powerful tugs, swallowing the ropy semen and gurgling her delight as my prick continued spilling the thick fluid into her hot mouth.
Through half-closed eyes, I watched Laura claiming her son's copious emission as he spilled his load into the spasming lips of Karen's pussy, and I saw Danny's body arch and shudder in the throes of an orgasm that blasted his semen into Lucy's receptive ass.
It was Billy who insisted we have another round of drinks, and even Lucy did not protest the full glass that was handed her, gulping the powerful whiskey down with an eagerness that spilled some of it over her magnificent tits. Laura, giggling like a teenager, polished off her own glass and fastened her mouth against Lucy's breasts, licking up the spilled liquid.
The youngsters applauded when the two women swayed and fell across the bed, their lush curves moving eagerly as they kissed in moaning abandon. Still trying to drain my own share of the potent beverage, I joined the others about the bed to shout encouragement to the wriggling pair.
Karen slipped an arm about Pattie's waist and whispered, "Let's show them how it's done!"
Eagerly, Pattie drew the black-haired beauty down onto the bed, mounting her like a man, and grinding her wet crotch against the older girl's responsive pussy. They kissed, bodies humping hungrily and uninhibitedly.
Laura worked her way about to face Lucy's feet, and the two rolled onto their sides, faces burying happily, each in the other's furry nest. Pattie, her face flushed and grinning, turned to straddle Karen's face, bending forward to extend her tongue and dip it exploringly into the silk-fringed pussy that leaped upward in avid acceptance.
Billy, brandishing his engorged cock like a war club, crawled between the couples to position himself behind his mother's wiggling bottom. Then, with a savage grin, he began feeding the sizable weapon into her anus while Lucy worked her tongue into the adjoining slit.
Danny, his fingers stroking his own rearing erection, looked questioningly at me, and I gave him a broad wink. With a grin of determination, he rounded the bed and lay down behind Lucy's wiggling bottom, his eyes closing ecstatically as he slid his prick into her already slick asshole.
I watched the bed shake and bounce beneath the six naked bodies, and listened to the wet sounds of their sucking mouths and the squishing of the two posting cocks. My pulse hammered with a sense of power as I anticipated my next move, and my prick thumped in readiness for whatever role I might call upon it to play.
Monday morning, I would wave goodbye to the two families and, although I would probably visit them again, we would never be able to recapture the completely uninhibited sharing of bodies we had managed during those sensuous hours.
I pushed the twinge of sadness aside and climbed into the welter of flailing arms and legs, my cock aimed like a slippery dagger at Pattie's savagely hunching bottom. She felt the rounded tip against her anus, and halted her driving until I could force the huge head past her quivering sphincter. Then, as I eased the pulsating meat roll into her colon, she resumed that delightful pounding and grinding, the hot tissues nibbling and sucking at my hilted prick.
Saturday night was still young, and we had all day Sunday to experiment with the more involved combinations of our four pussies and three lusty cocks.
For the time being, I was interested in nothing beyond the delicious sensation of Pattie's hot intestinal tissue caressing my driving prick, and the occasional lapping of Karen's tongue over my dangling balls. It was incredibly good, and getting better.