Mothers can be really wonderful people, especially when they love nothing better than giving their own children lessons in lust.
This is the story of two such helpful moms. The first, Selina, is the wife of a randy motel owner, who is more than delighted to have her initiate her stepsons into sex-as long as she reserves twice-a-day for him.
And then there's Peggy, a widow, who's the proud parent of two, lush-bodied teenage girls.
You can imagine what happens when Peggy's girls and Selina's boys get together--not to mention the action when the two moms and one very happy dad are left all alone to be helpful with each other.
CHAPTER ONE
Peggy Carlin looked up as her daughter Kathy strolled into her bedroom. At seventeen, Kathy was already filling out, as the brief bikini-styled panties and the flesh-colored, almost see-through bra confirmed.
"Hi darling. What are your plans for today?" Peggy Carlin patted the end of the vanity bench before resuming the finishing touches to her make-up. "I wish I didn't have to go to the store, but Marcella has a cold and we're always busy on a Saturday."
Kathy sat awkwardly on the edge of the bench, and watched her mother in the mirror. They could be taken for sisters, with the same rounded face, wide-set blue eyes, and honey-blonde hair. Peggy's thirty-six year old figure was that of a woman at least ten years younger, and although her hair was confined to shoulder-length, compared to Kathy's which was fashionably longer and perfectly straight, the similarity of the two frequently surprised strangers on the street in Fairvale.
"Mom! I have something to tell you."
Peggy wiped her fingers on some kleenex. "You've broken up with David, haven't you?"
"No, nothing like that."
Peggy gave a short laugh. "I didn't think he'd be that foolish, after we put you on the Pill." She'd never been particularly impressed with the boy, anyway.
"Oh mother!" Kathy gave an exasperated sigh. She and her mother had always enjoyed a free and easy relationship when it came to sex, but Peggy's recent prying into when and how David was fucking her embarrassed her somewhat. "No, I'm thinking of dropping out of school."
Peggy turned to face the girl, startled. "You are?" she asked, a shocked expression of her face. "Oh darling, I am sorry to hear you say that." She wondered what effect the decision would have on Judy, who was now fifteen and showing every indication she would also be difficult to handle.
"I'm sorry too, but I'll never make it. I just scraped through last year, and this year I'm lost."
"What do you plan to do?"
"Look for work."
"In Fairvale?" She couldn't think of any opportunities in Fairvale, which was just a sleepy little town between the State capital and Brockton. "Do you want to work with me?"
"Not really, mom. I mean, we get along beautifully at home, but working together could be a problem." Peggy Carlin put her hand on her daughter's bare thigh, without thinking, the warmth of the girl's flesh startling her. "You ... you could be right," she admitted thoughtfully, "and it would mean I'd have to get rid of either Marcella or Doris, and heaven only knows what they would find to do." She found herself staring at Kathy's beautiful young tits, which were perfectly round and coming along nicely. Briefly she wondered how often David and the girl screwed. It had been two months since she had arranged for Kathy to see Dr. Morrison.
"You wouldn't mind if I quit school, then?"
"I don't like to see you do it. Your dad always wanted you to go to college and be something." Colin Carlin had been killed in an automobile accident five years ago, but when Peggy had to make a decision like this one, it made her remember how pleasant life had been when he was alive.
"I spoke to Eddy Talbot."
"The Parkway Motor Inn?"
"I could do something there, and if I wait until June and then fail, I'll have to compete with everyone else for a job."
Peggy nodded her head, resignedly. The Parkway was the only live thing in Fairvale, having been built by Duncan Talbot as a small motel on the outskirts of town by the main highway between Brockton and the State capital. For some reason it had been an outstanding business venture, mushrooming into a motor inn complex which was popular with travellers all year and tourists in the summer. In addition, the supper club and dining room catered heavily to local people who had the money and time to enjoy good food and entertainment. In fact, Duncan Talbot had the biggest payroll in the county.
"Did he give you any encouragement?"
Kathy sighed. "He said he would see me this afternoon, and we can talk to his dad."
"Well, if that's what you want to do."
Kathy impulsively kissed her mother's cheek. "Thanks mom. I knew I could rely on you being agreeable."
Peggy slipped an arm around her daughter's slender waist, squeezing the girl against her. "I didn't realize you knew Eddy Talbot that well," she said.
"I don't really. It was quite an effort to get up enough courage to ask him." She shivered as she re your interview," she said, hoping that was sufficient for Kathy to realize they could sleep together.
Kathy got the message and straightened up, her arm going around her mother as the heavenly fingers continued for a few more seconds, diligently lifting and squeezing the tormented young tit. "I haven't got a date, and I don't feel like one," she said. Then she kissed her mother and flashed her familiar smile.
That afternoon, Kathy Carlin arrived at the Parkway Motor Inn. It had always fascinated her, the few times she and Dave had stopped in at the coffee shop for a coke. The hustle and bustle of people, the sound of an organ playing somewhere, and the constant laughter and conversation of people in and around the enormous pool, had given the place a festive air which never failed to leave her excited.
"Mr. Talbot, please?"
"Senior or junior?" The young woman behind the desk was Joanna Simms, who Kathy knew slightly.
"Junior."
Joanna looked surprised for a moment. "I think he went to his room," she said, peering through a window behind the desk at the pool beyond. "I'll try his suite." She went to a switchboard, rang a number and then said, "Miss Carlin to see you, sir." A few seconds later, she added, "I'll send her up."
Kathy was taking in the long legs of Joanna Simms, as the girl leaned over the switchboard. She was pleased to. see the management had no objection to miniskirts, Joanna's long, tapering legs and shapely thighs being fully exposed to where they met and joined a thin band of white.
"Do you know your way around?"
Kathy smiled apologetically. "I'm afraid not."
Joanna nodded, as if she knew. "You go along here to the second flight of stairs. It's suite 201 at the head of the stairs."
Kathy's first spasm of nervousness came as she was about to knock at the door. She took a deep breath, rapped twice, and was startled a moment later when the door was opened.
"Hi! You decided to come anyway."
Eddy Talbot had just stepped out of the shower when the telephone had rung. He had never really expected the young teenager to come, so Joanna's call had taken him by surprise. He had just had time to hastily dry himself, wrapping the towel around his waist before she was at his door.
"It's alright, isn't it?"
"Of course." He closed the door and watched the girl's long legs as she walked over to stand by a bureau. "The only way to get anything is to go after it." He joined her, his eyes taking in the twin domes which thrust so teasingly against the confines of the sweater. "Have a drink?" He plopped some ice cubes into two glasses. "Rum or bourbon or vodka?"
"Vo ... vo ... vodka, I guess. I don't drink much ... I mean, not too heavy." She was studying him in the mirror, the freshly washed hair and the handsome good looks of the youth bringing another wave of nervous quivers to course down her spine. "I shouldn't have bothered you, but I thought you would understand."
He handed her a glass. "I understand. You want to get out of school. I don't blame you." His eyes went back to the beautiful tits as he sipped on his drink.
"You don't?"
"No, I don't. I hate it too, but this is my last year."
She had beautiful legs, and she knew how to stand, with one leg resting so that the thigh was more pronounced.
"You'll be going to college, though."
"No." He said it scornfully. "I'm through with school. I'm going to help the old man run this place. I do a lot of it now. Then he'll take it easy and enjoy himself." He thought of his newly acquired step-mother and of his father's screwing the small, beautiful Mexican girl. "I'll enjoy that," he went on, making no attempt to ask Kathy to sit down even though she was resting the other leg.
"Did you ask your father?"
His face turned into a fetching grin. "Not yet. I wanted to make sure you showed up first, and I want to know something about you. What experience have you had?"
"Experience?" Her heart had just plummeted.
"Yea, yea. What can you do that would make you of any use to us? That's the first thing my old man will ask."
"Well, I can wash dishes and make beds, I guess."
He put his head back and laughed. "You want to be a maid, do you?"
"Any thing. I mean, if I have to have experience ... and well, that's all I can do."
He finished his drink and poured another. Through the mirror he figured the hem of her miniskirt was but an inch below her crotch. His cock stirred at the thought of running his hand up between the luscious, young thighs, his fingers grappling with the little pouting cuntlips.
"You're Dave Bricker's girl, aren't you?"
She nodded her head. "We go out together."
He thoughtfully sipped on his drink as he turned to face her. "Is he getting into you?"
Kathy stared at him, incredulously, little tinges of crimson creeping into the pretty face. "Well, I ... I ... Why are you asking me that?"
"Just wondering. It's all experience, you know." The grin was back. "We expect our girls to make travellers feel at home. That's what brings them back, you know." He shrugged his shoulders before going on. "I know he is getting into you. Friday night at the drive in, usually, isn't it?"
Kathy swallowed her drink with a gulp, the burning sensation bursting in her stomach as she opened her mouth. She stared at Eddy Talbot, not sure exactly what to do. For the last three years she had hoped and prayed he would notice her. Now he had, and she was too petrified to speak properly.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"We were parked next to you a couple of times. We could hear you getting it."
She was stunned by the accusation and the way he referred to it so casually. "Well ... I...."
"Come on, you're a big girl now. I know, you enjoyed it." He brought his free hand up suddenly, opened it, and covered her right breast, his fingers closing in around the base as Kathy shook uncontrollably. "Nice tits," he said, turning his hand slowly as he squeezed into the luscious firmness of the breast. "Do you always screw in his car?"
Kathy made a choking sound. She had-been debating whether to cooperate and return his love-play, or whether she should throw the drink in his face and run for the door. The thought of returning to school helped her make up her mind. "Yes," she admitted, the ice cubes jiggling against the sides of the glass as he continued fondling her breast and she began shaking all the more.
He gulped the last of his drink and got rid of the glass on the bureau. "Not much room in that mini-car of his, is there?" His fingers had moved to the bottom of the sweater, were edging under it to touch the cool flesh above her skirt. A moment later and they were up inside, covering the raging tits, his thumbs playfully toying with the budding nipples.
"No," she groaned, a look of relief crossing the pretty face as she tried to brush her hand along her neck to free the sheath of blonde hair.
"Very nice," he said at last, "let's have a look at them." He caught the bottom of the sweater and started to pull it up.
"Please!" It was obvious now he wanted to fuck her. Part of her was saying no, but the remainder of her young, vibrant body was saying yes. "Do I have to?"
He answered with a grin.
"Please. Wait!"
"I thought you were proud of them."
"I ... well ... I...."
He was still trying to lift the sweater, the bottom of the bra-ciips just appearing and spurring him on. "You're always sticking them out." Her hands were on his and successfully holding him at bay. He used his fingers under' the bunched up sweater to feel and stroke at the twin cones. "Jesus, I just want to see them and make sure they're not faked."
She let go then, the tingling in her nipples a raging forest fire as a new searing warmth had settled in her loins. "Just look," she heard herself whisper, knowing deep down she was about to be fucked. She caught the sweater and swept it over her head. Then she reached behind, unclasping the bra so that the twin domes seemed to burst, happily, free.
"Jesus, you have a pair." His hands were roaming over the silky softness of each tit, his thumbs now working busily on the already blossomed nipples. "Dave's a mighty lucky guy," he said, softly, the feel of the ripening tits bringing an urgency into his balls. "How many times has he been into you?" He wanted to ram his hand under the miniskirt and feel the softly yielding cunt, but the girl was already gasping and giving little moans. He played with her tits some more. No point in rushing it when she was obviously responding.
"Three times."
The news startled him. "Only three times?" he asked incredulously.
"Yes." His hands were sending waves of ecstasy to course between her tits. Every now and again when he trailed his fingers down to her skirt, she had to bite her lips to stop screaming.
"All in the car."
"Yes."
"Jesus, did he get right in?"
The questions no longer embarrassed her. In fact she was finding them strangely erotic. She put her hands on his shoulders, his still-moist skin surprising her. Then she turned the pretty face sideways, unable to withhold the sudden yearning to kiss him.
He found the little zipper to her skirt as they kissed. She had accepted his tongue at once, and proceeded to nibble on it, content now as his hands brought delicious spasms of joy to her hips and waist. He pushed at the skirt and then at her briefs. When they fell at her feet, she stepped out of them. Then he caught her waist and brought her close to him, the bulge in the towel nestling comfortably into the soft roundness of her belly.
When they finally broke away, he said, "Yes, darling, you're a very hungry little girl."
She could only groan as she slid her face into his warm, moist neck. The feel of his upthrust cock through the towel had left her suddenly, weak. She had held Dave's cock half a dozen times, the experience almost making her lose consciousness. The last three times they had been together, she hadn't touched it at all. Instead he had insisted she not feel him until he somehow managed to get it into her opening and start the erratic plunging.
"Have you ever sucked cock?"
The question came dimly through her hazy mind. "What?" she asked, frightened again at what she was doing.
"Have you sucked his cock?"
She swallowed hard, but kept her head tightly in his neck. "N ... no "
The feel of the upthrust shaft, bare and straining against her pubic hair, startled her. She hadn't been aware the towel was gone. Now, for the first time she actually felt a naked cock against her flesh, and the feeling left her shocked and dazed. She tried to imagine what it looked like. Dave's cock was never in a position in which she could have seen it, even if it had been light at the time. In the drive-in it had always been comfortingly dark.
His hands worked on the beautiful tits, molding and squeezing them, as he kissed the side of her face. "Would you like to suck cock?" he asked, matter-of-factly.
She shook her head. She'd read about it and some of the girls at school bragged about such feats, insisting it was one way to stop a fella fucking you. Kathy tried to collect her senses, which were continually confused under the teasing movements of his wonderful hands on her tits.
"Let's see how you do." His own excitement was now like a head of steam. He had tried for two years to get Debbie Strong to suck his cock-even kiss it a little-but each time she had been so turned off she even refused to let him fuck her. He pressed against the fabulous tits in an effort to make her step back, a new surge of lust grabbing at his balls when she finally did.
"Oh!" The towering rod, upthrust and so big, shocked her. She stared at it, fascinated, her hands reaching out suddenly and taking him by surprise.
"Easy now." He had never dreamt she would be so enthusiastic, and her fingers when they closed on his burning shaft almost made him come. "You like that, don't you? David never let you suck his cock?"
She shook her head, but said nothing. She was bending over to stare at her fingers as they played with the straining cock, her hair falling around her shoulders and cascading down on either side.
Eddy leaned over, not saying anything in case it would put the girl off. His hands reached under her and found the beautiful tits, resuming the persistent fondling with an occasional tug at the jutting nipples.
She fell to her knees slowly, surprising them both. "Oh gee!" The blue eyes were wide and covered with a haze of lust. She was acting like a child with a new toy, one hand clasping and rubbing at the stiff column, the other finally locating his balls and squeezing them with fascination.
Eddy wasn't sure whether to break the spell or help the girl along. The sight of her kneeling body with the beautiful hips and ass so perfectly rounded was driving him mad. The way the lovely tits hung down, the nipples like big brown drips clinging to the ends, was enough to make his balls burst with hot semen. Then, to stop it all, was her obvious fascination with his cock. A cock which had never been sucked, but which hopefully--was going to experience such a thing right now.
"That as big as Dave's?" he asked, softly. He had to bend over the girl in order to fully encompass the sensational tits.
"It's ... It's beautiful." The blue eyes were actually glazed.
"You can kiss it, if you like." The trembling in his legs was unbearable. "Just kiss it." He stared up at the ceiling, in order to reduce his rising excitement.
"God." She touched the helmet-like head with her lips before she fully realized what she was doing. A musky odor, which had filled her nostrils earlier, now filled her with desire. It was a mixture of chlorine from the swimming pool and sweat from the swollen balls. She kissed the head again, her hand avidly grappling along the stem, pulling it down and at the same time pressing back the sheath of skin.
"Agh ... Jesus." Never in his wildest dreams, had he imagined someone's just kissing his cock would be so fabulous. He pulled himself together, knowing he could direct the girl. "Just light kisses," he suggested, cringing and waiting for her hot, wet lips once more.
But Kathy was suddenly beside herself with excitement. The big cock was actually straining like an animal, pressing itself against her fist, wanting to reach for her mouth. She found that by pushing on the balls, the shaft reached even more, and a smile broke on her lips as the red dome glared hungrily in the direction of her mouth.
"That's beautiful," he whispered, trying to encourage her. The ache in his balls was unbelievable, and her fingers were like a nest full of worms, wiggling and caressing his entire genital area. "A nice long kiss, this time. Just to show you love it."
She parted her lips, realizing at the last moment her teeth were in the way. Then she arranged her mouth to accept the pulsing mushroom, a burst of excitement bringing a startled wetness to her cunt as she slowly and delicately allowed her lips to cover the throbbing, reaching dome.
She worked her lips teasingly over the bulging head, twisting her jaws back and forth as she listened to his groans. Never had she realized how easily a man could be aroused, and the sound of his pleadings were music to her ears. His hands were now grabbing at her tits,, pulling on them and sending static thrills of ecstasy to rage inside her cunt. She found her tongue was now working on the thrusting head. For a brief moment she worried about not getting fucked, as the girls at school had said. But then, the delicious feeling of the hungry cock and how much she was pleasing Eddy Talbot closed out her mind to everything. She avidly chewed and licked at the rearing head, knowing that Eddy's excitement was about to explode at any moment.
To Eddy Talbot, the situation was impossible. He knew girls would do this, which is why he got so pissed off with Debbie. But to have a relatively inexperienced girl suck him off was unbelievable. He had to get her a position in the motel, somewhere. She was too good to let slip through his fingers. He looked down at her, for the first time, the picture of the beautiful face with the mass of honey blonde hair swinging this way and that while she eagerly sucked on the end of his cock, bringing a boiling burst of semen into his balls.
"Wait, wait. No, darling, no."
She heard him afar off, vaguely aware that he wanted her to stop. She nibbled some more, the taste and feel of his cock driving her wild. Then he was pushing and lifting her and forcing his cock out of her mouth. A moment later she was gratefully lying on her back on the carpet and he was dropping between her outstretched legs, the big cock like a boom, swinging slightly, and gleaming from her saliva where the head was already bared.
Eddy almost came as he looked down at the prostrate girl. The exquisite smoothness of the young body, and the almost complete lack of hair near her cunt, almost made him come. He stretched out, the unbelievable smoothness and velvety softness of her flesh increasing his excitement to the bursting point.
"Yes, yes ... please."
Her impatience for cock urged him on. He guided it to her thin, pouting cunt, holding open the tight little lips until he had the head poised and ready for the thrust.
"Oh ... oh ... please. Please don't tease."
He had never dreamt a girl could be so enthusiastic. And to think she had been within reach for at least two years. He caught at the swollen tits as he balanced on his elbows. Then with a steady but powerful thrust, he sank his cock in up to the hilt, Kathy arching quickly so that he could extend it fully into her clutching, twitching cunt.
"Beautiful!" She stretched back as he squeezed at her tits. He seemed to fill her entire inside, and yet she wanted more, much more. "Yes, oh God yes. More, please." Her body had jerked with the sudden demand. All the feeling and fondling and hinting had suddenly turned to lust. She twisted and flipped her hips, trying to make him fuck her.
He brought his mouth to one tit and licked tentatively at the budded nipple. He was trying to think of something else, hoping it would cool his boiling balls. Then he gave up as his cock jerked under the pressure of her anxious cunt. He recoiled quickly, gasping with the sheer ecstasy sweeping through his loins. A moment later and he had to start drilling, thrusting, and recoiling so that his swollen cock was ramming back and forth into the hot, wet slit of her cunt.
"Oh mother!" Never had she experienced such sensational bliss. She was being skewered by the beautiful prick on which she had almost feasted, her recollection of the massive cock filling her with even more excitement. "Yes, darling. Holy mother yes...."
His balls seemed to explode and he thrust his cock in, holding it as her cunt seemed to clasp at the throbbing shaft. Then as they both cried out unexpectedly, his violent excretion of cum slammed to the doors of her cervix, reducing them both into a wild melee of twisting, writhing legs and arms.
CHAPTER TWO
Eddy Talbot dragged himself out of the motel pool, ran his fingers through his thick mop of dark brown hair, and walked slowly toward the stairs leading to the second floor of the motel. A few minutes later he was standing naked in the middle of his room, towelling his firm, athletically built body, his eyes settling finally on the young, impressive clump of his genitals as he held them lovingly in one hand.
It was Sunday morning, and the motel was sleepily quiet with only eight rooms rented from the previous night. Briefly he wished Kathy Carlin was here right now, the memory of her wild, enthusiastic fucking yesterday afternoon bringing a warm, surging lust to linger in his balls.
It was still only a little after nine when he ambled into the dining room, coming to a startled stop when Kathy Carlin stepped out from behind the cashier's counter, a wide grin covering the pert young face.
She was holding three or four of the huge menu folders, with their long gold tassels. "Good morning, sir," she said, smiling at the shocked expression on his handsome face. "Just yourself, sir?"
Rita Devlin, the regular cashier-hostess, looked up from a novel she had been reading behind the counter. "Oh! That's Mr. Talbott, Kathy. He's ... well ... part of the motel, you might say, and the family just look after themselves. They use that table in the corner." She pointed to a large round table on which there was a reserved sign.
"Is he?" asked Kathy, a mischievous grin on her face. "You could say I am part of the motel," countered Eddy, recovering from the shock, "and I must say I'm pleased to see you too." His eyes were raking her, taking in the simple white minidress through which could be seen the shallow bra and bikini briefs. "I guess you made out okay with the old man."
"Sure did. He was real nice. Thought it would be a good idea for me to start this morning when there would be few people around."
"Good idea." He was relieved to find her so compatible after the screwing. He thought she may have had second thoughts afterwards, but she had obviously accepted it, which brought a new warmth to his loins as he realized how accessible she was going to be in the future. It was like having a built-in fucking mate right on the premises. "Well, you could show me to my table, I suppose, but that would look sort of like putting on the dog." He allowed himself one more stare at the thrusting, young breasts. "We'll see you around."
Kathy nodded her head, still smiling. "I guess so, and thanks again for everything."
Eddy went to the family table and opened a newspaper which was carefully folded at his father's place. It was the first thing the desk clerk did, when she came on duty at seven o'clock. He had barely started eating, when Selina, his step-mother joined him.
"Good morning Eddy."
"Good morning, momma." He always called her momma when there was no one else around. Now he deliberately stared at the big, bulging tits which were bunched and almost protruding over the low neckline of her sun dress. "You're looking very sexy this morning." The dress was bright yellow, emphasizing the dusky coloring of her skin and giving it a golden hue. "Daddy take care of you last night?"
She returned his stare with an amused expression on her beautiful face. She had been alarmed when Duncan Talbot had told her he had two sons and one was eighteen. Bobby, at thirteen, presented no problem, but the thought of being step mother to a boy only seven years younger than herself had frightened her. But she and Duncan had allowed their own relationship to become so satisfying that being married was the only answer. It was only after taking up her role as mistress of the family that she fully realized how difficult her task would be.
The waitress came and took Selina's order. When they were alone again, Eddy finished swallowing a piece of toast. "You know, I worry about you, momma."
"Do you?" Her dark, almost black eyes were still studying him, amusedly. "Why?"
"I just wonder if you're getting enough." He loved to taunt her, but the way she accepted it with apparent good humor always put him off a little.
"Lots," she grinned. "How about you?" She turned her head and glanced in the direction of the cashier's counter. "Who's your latest little friend?"
"Nice isn't she?"
"Beautiful is the word."
"Dad started her. Not me."
"I understand you recommended her." Selina had a knowing smile on her face.
The smile made him angry. "Doesn't he have anything better to do in bed than talk about staff problems?"
Selina's grin became wider as she realized she was getting to the boy. "Oh, we never talk business in bed," she said, slowly and softly, to make it more effective. "We're much too busy enjoying ourselves."
Eddy pushed away his plate. "I'll bet," he said, almost disgustedly. Then his eyes caught the glint of the little gold cross which always hung between her fabulous tits, and he changed the subject quickly. "Why do you wear that thing anyway?" he asked, crossly. "Is that hallowed ground or something?"
Selina sighed, as if explaining everything to a little boy was proving boring. "To keep away evil spirits," she said, thoughtfully, as the waitress arrived with her breakfast.
Duncan Talbot arrived with his younger son, Bobby. They stopped briefly to speak to Rita Devlin and Kathy Carlin. Eddy watched them out of the corner of his eye. Kathy was bending slightly to shake the boy's hand, the curve of her back and beautiful ass bringing even more warmth into Eddy's aching balls. His stepmother always gave him a hard-on when they talked like they just had. Now the sight of Kathy's young, luscious body was making the erection unbearable.
"I like your new cashier," murmured Selina, when her husband and Bobby were seated.
"So do I," admitted Duncan, thoughtfully. "I wish I had about five more I could get my hands on." He unfolded a napkin and spread it across his knees. "I'd feel a lot happier about all those conventions and receptions we have booked for the next three months."
Selina sipped her coffee, her eyes on Eddy who was directly opposite. "I'm sure Eddy could get his hands on one or two more."
Eddy glanced at his father and then glared back at her. "Probably can, but not till school is finished," he said, trying to keep his voice as calm as possible. "And that's too late for at least six bookings we have."
"Makes me wonder if I want to try and go ahead with that lodge idea at Spring Lake. I mean, getting help is almost impossible."
"What's the position with the lodge anyway?" Eddy was enthusiastic about the idea of a big lodge in a remote place, and the site where they now had a big summer cottage would be ideal for both skiing in winter and as a resort in summer.
"It's a question of getting it through the State Legislature, and I haven't spoken to Sam Shaw yet." Sam was a good friend of Duncan's and a state senator. "I want to be certain I'm going through with it before I start with Sam." He watched the waitress set the plate of ham and eggs in front of him. He had the same thing every morning, so the waitress never took his order. "Thanks Rosy," he said, returning her smile and taking in the moving mounds of her tits as she started to turn away. She lived about half a mile from the motel down the highway. Her husband was a long distance trucker, and was away a lot. Just before he had met Selina, she had surprised him by responding quickly to a suggestive remark he had made, and he had lost no time in responding himself. The resultant fucking had been one he would long remember.
"Sam's that wild one, isn't he?" asked Selina, indifferently. "I remember your telling me about him."
"He likes his women. In fact, that's the only way to get anything out of him. Through women."
"One of those, huh?" She wiped her mouth and threw the napkin across the dishes. Then she watched Bobby as he struggled to cut a piece of bacon. "Here, let me do it," she said, kindly, taking the knife and fork. "There you go."
"Thanks mom." He smiled appreciatively at Selina as she ruffled his hair. They had a close relationship which had started from the moment of her arrival at the Parkway Motor Inn, the boy having obviously missed a mother. "Can we go swimming later?"
"Of course."
"Can I come too?" Eddy asked, with a grin.
"Yes, I'll hold your hand."
Duncan Talbot moved the piece of ham to one side and started on the eggs. "I thought you'd be inviting the new cashier," he said, pointedly to his son.
"Jesus, I wouldn't mind."
Duncan laughed. "I don't blame you." He looked at Selina and winked. "I wouldn't mind breaking her in myself."
Bobby had just finished the last bite of toast and was washing it down with coffee.
Selina said, "Come on Bobby, let's sit by the pool. The party is getting rough." She pushed back on her chair and raised herself, making sure to lean forward over the table so that Eddy could see her breasts as they hung teasingly inside the low cut dress. She looked up in time to see the lust in Eddy's eyes.
Later, after a swim with the young boy, she left him reading a comic book and wandered back to the suite. Duncan had just finished reading his newspaper and thrown it to one side. He stood up and stretched himself as she came through the door, her trim, almost olive skinned body with the huge, beautifully shaped tits bringing a welling warmth to course suddenly through his groin.
She watched him stretch and then walked into his arms. "I need a fucking," she said, wrapping her own arms around his neck and squashing her bikini clad tits against the bottom of his rib-cage.
"You always need a fucking." He dropped his face until his lips touched the tip of her nose.
"Well, you shouldn't talk about fucking someone else." The thought of him astride the pert little teenager, thrusting his big thick cock into her as she flung those long, slim, white legs of hers everywhere, was the most exciting fantasy Selina had enjoyed in months.
"That makes you sexy, does it?" He moved his hands to loosen her bikini top, bringing them around to hold the silky soft domes of magnificent flesh as they burst free from the confining triangles of thin cloth. "You wouldn't be jealous?"
"No. I'd be proud of you." She could see the young girl now, fighting for breath and arching to get all of his thick cock inside.
"Maybe we should arrange it." His hands squeezed the huge tits unmercifully, but she didn't appear to notice. "Maybe not with her, of course. But there are others, no doubt." He was frantically trying to think of someone when his mind, for some reason, went to Kathy's mother. She had always appealed to him, sexually, with that fully matured figure of hers and the way she appeared to be inviting him. "I didn't know that would turn you on." He brought his mouth to hers and she eagerly pierced his lips with her tongue so that his could fence with it.
Her little hands moved from his neck and roamed in between them to fumble with the top of his slacks. A few seconds later and she was pushing them down, and then his shorts. "Holy Mary! What a cock." Her hands closed around the rearing shaft, her fingertips pressing and prodding at the throbbing muscles before reaching under to cup his balls. "Mmnnn ... that's what I want right now."
Duncan picked her up and placed her on the edge of the bed so that her slim legs hung over and her feet just touched the floor. He then ran a flat hand over her cunt, his fingers scratching in the thick foliage of pubic hair which was a jet black vee, as if pointing the way. He stared at the outstretched body for several minutes, his eyes taking in the towering breasts topped by the lusciously ripe brown nipples. Then, with a choking sound he dropped to his knees, lowering his face to lick and kiss at the outstretched thighs, moving upwards slowly until the moist heat of her cunt had filled his nostrils.
"No, no. There isn't time ... please Dune, darling ... not time." She held out her arms, pleading for him to fuck her. "Just screw ... please ... just screw...."
"You must be excited." She loved to have him ream out her cunt, her little clit excitedly twitching as he flicked at it madly with his tongue. He licked tentatively at the inside of one thigh again. She raised it, and he ran his tongue downwards to the bushy hair once more.
"Oh darling! You're killing me ... Jeez!"
He slid both hands under the firm, young buttocks and began squeezing them. The movement lifted the crop of black hair and the lips of her cunt opened to reveal the pink wetness of the lovely slit. He struggled to his feet without moving his hands, leaning over her as his hands continued to grasp and squeeze the cheeks of her ass.
She was staring down over the length of her own body. Her own, upthrust breasts exciting her even more until she peered between them and down to where the .massive cock was fully erected and waiting for the screwing to begin. She held out both hands. "I want him," she managed to get out, a sudden huskiness in her throat almost choking her.
"I thought you wanted to share him."
She made another choking sound, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "I will," she cried eagerly, "but right now I need him. Please Dune, please...."
He brought his cock to arch up right in her crotch, the outside of the pulsing shaft parting her cuntlips so that she shivered and shuddered with excitement. "He might be all spent if he had another cunt first," he said, his voice soft and teasing as he moved his hips slowly so that the thick cock moved up and down between the parted opening.
"I'd bring him back ... I'd bring him back."
"How?" He gave the big prick more room so that it edged upwards until his balls were touching the lower corner of her hot, wet slit. He held it there and watched her pant and moan as she folded her legs upwards, finally planting her feet on the edge of the mattress. "How would you bring him back, darling?"
"I'd suck him back to life. You know I would." She was half crying, half pleading, a broken sob bursting unexpectedly in her throat and forcing her to raise her magnificent tits even higher. Her hands flew to them, cupping them and holding them, her eyes beseeching Duncan to start fucking her. "You know I would," she finished, weakly.
He moved one hand from beneath the squirming ass, his thumb and forefinger curling to part the silky lips. Then, as if he had all the time in the world he guided the throbbing knob of his cock into the wet heat of her cunt and began pushing it slowly and teasingly to the very top.
She clutched her tits almost savagely as a groaning cry came from deep in her chest. "Jesus, sweet Jesus!" It was still travelling up and into her, every inch, every centimeter bringing rapturous new streaks of ecstasy to sweep through her cunt. "Yes, Jesus, yes ... darling...." She tried to widen out her thighs as it continued to advance boldly, prying open the sucking sides of her cunt like a big, boring drill which was aiming for the top.
"There, there," he said softly, as if soothing a weeping child. "You love your cock, don't you, darling." He had sunk it to the hilt, the head pressing against a soft barrier as he gave it a final jerk. "Enough to share it with another woman." He purposely had not said girl, although the very thought of young Kathy Carlin had brought a new fresh urgency to his balls. He pulled back about five inches and then deliberately moved it in slowly again as she gave a deep moan and milked the huge tits at the same time.
"Oh yes ... yes...." It had gone to the very top and was reaching again. It was the best piece of cock she had ever had, and she closed her eyes, trying to imagine him fucking someone else while she watched. The scene was too vivid, too exciting, and she held out her arms, wanting him to climb onto her instead of standing there, teasing her with his cock. "Please, please just fuck me....
"I am."
"Properly. Jesus, please Dune."
"You know you need two men." He withdrew his cock about six inches this time, her cunt clasping and working around the straining shaft. His hands were on her hips, moving over them flatly and driving her out of her mind. He moved one and stroked at her pubic hair, pressing over the pelvic bone and gathering all the spare flesh. Then very slowly he moved his fingers upwards, drawing the slit tight as he thrust once more to the very top of her hungry cunt.
"Yes, yes," she cried excitedly. "Please, please come and give me all you've got."
He began a rhythm then, giving her three-inch jerks so that she was twisting and turning, crying and moaning under the continuous motion of his blazing cock. "Yes," he managed to gasp, "I think you need another man as well. Would you like that, darling. Another man to finish you off? Would you?" He was steadily fucking her now and he came forward to lay down on top of the golden-skinned body which was in the throes of a mounting orgasm. "Another to start when I had finished? Wouldn't that be something?" She had flung her arms around his neck, forcing him to crush the upthrust tits, although his hands found them from underneath and began squeezing them. "Wouldn't it? Another big cock to keep this up, and then I could watch and see you get fucked."
"Yes, yes." She gave a great sigh, now that it was out. She wondered what had made him think of that, unless it was her confession that she would like to see him fuck another woman. "Yes, darling, but yours is the best ... the best....
His own excitement was reaching the boiling point. He wondered why he had suggested another man, but the idea had aroused him. His cock was now reaching and straining even more eagerly with each thrust, halting briefly after each wild lunge in, and then recoiling for another sweeping lunge. He crushed her mouth, his tongue snaking into the hot, steaming cavern to be greeted by her darting, fencing tongue. Then the boiling ache in his balls became a bursting cauldron of fuck-juice. He braced his feet more firmly, moved his mouth to the gorgeous ripe nipple. A moment later his cock was stretching, straining, waiting for the deluge as he listened to the plaintive moans escaping from her throat.
She cried out with relief as the deluge hit her cunt peak. Then she held her breath as the thick coil of cock emptied itself, lurching inwards to the apex of her excited cunt, spitting out the load before returning for another chance.
"Jesus, sweet Jesus!" She sighed, gratefully. If anything, their screwing just got better and better. She held him tightly against her, kissing at his forehead and even his hair as he lay, exhausted, on her smooth, velvety body, now lathered in sweat. "That was beautiful ... beautiful ... His cock gave a little twinge and she gave a little giggle, when it did it again. She closed her legs as well as she could, trying to keep the relaxing cock from falling out of her cunt. Finally she gave up and it slipped out to nestle in the warmth of her wet crotch.
When he had recovered somewhat, he moved his head and licked at a nipple. It immediately blossomed, raising itself hopefully a mere inch from his face. He licked at the base and listened to her breathing. She was half dozing, but the stabbing tongue was exciting in a hazy, dreamy sort of way.
She came to when he moved his head in order to purse his lips and take the chubby nipple and draw it slowly into his mouth. Her hands flew to his head, grasping at his hair as his tongue fluttered teasingly at the intruding little nub.
"Hey, hey! What are you doing to me?" she asked, grinning at the wonderful feeling which was growing in her tits.
"Nothing." He cupped the huge tit and sucked on the nipple again.
Her hand moved down and fluttered around his cock. "Want me to suck him into life?" she asked, laughing as he shuddered convulsively.
He pushed the nipple out with his tongue. "No, you little sex-nymph. I've a lot of work to do."
"Please! Just a little! Please! Just to prove I can?"
She managed to roll him onto his back, kneeling quickly and using both hands on his flaccid cock.
"No." He slapped her across the rounded buttocks, allowing his hand to stay there so that his fingers were outspread and clasping at the warm, firm flesh. "I said no, Selina. I have a hundred things to do ... God!...." Her warm, wet mouth was encasing his relaxed and resting cock, her tongue moving languidly here and there and even baring the foreskin itself. "Jesus, Selina...." He stood it for several heavenly minutes as his cock stirred itself inside her mouth. Then he watched fascinated as the beautiful face diligently worked on the growing shaft until it was fully erected and her lips and tongue were teasing at the big mushroom head. "Selina, I said no ... Selina, you rascal." He managed to grab at her waist and pull her back and away from his cock. "You've had enough cock for today," he said, grinning and throwing her back onto the bed.
Then before she could say anything, he crushed his mouth on hers, his hands roaming over the silky flesh of her writhing body, finally settling in the black nest of her pubic hair.
Later the same day, Kathy Carlin curled up on the sofa in her own home while her mother lounged in an easy chair, waiting to hear about Kathy's first day at work.
"I love it," said Kathy, brushing at strands of long hair which were clinging to her shoulders. "Everyone is marvellous, and although this being a Sunday, we hadn't many guests, I thoroughly enjoyed it."
"Did you meet Mr. Talbot's wife?" asked Peggy, trying to keep her voice from showing her interest in the Mexican wife of Duncan Talbot.
"Yes, and she is lovely. She spoke to me when she came in for breakfast, said how pleased she was I was joining the staff. Even said I was just as pretty as her husband had said I was."
"I suppose Eddy was around."
Kathy smiled. "Oh yes, and I remembered to thank him. Tomorrow morning, Rita is going to let me do everything-greet people at the door, show them their tables, and handle the cash. She said I caught on quickly, and tomorrow will be slow again. Then Tuesday," she made a wry face before going on, "we'll have all the travellers who check in on Monday, for breakfast, and we'll be busy."
"I bet they all liked your dress."
It was hiked around her hips and she pulled at it, thoughtfully. "I guess so. Mr. Talbot said I looked very nice."
"Well," sighed Peggy, "you're obviously well in there, and I'm pleased. I had visions of you washing dishes or making beds and all the travellers grabbing at you in their rooms."
"Oh mother! I'm able to take care of myself." She smiled at her mother's concern. "Mr. Talbot told me during the interview they all work as a family there, and now I believe him. The other girls-Rita on cash, and Thelma who was on the desk this morning-say they love working there."
"He probably has trouble finding staff. There isn't much to choose from in Fairvale."
Kathy yawned. The six o'clock awakening was beginning to tell. "Mr. Talbot said he particularly wanted the staff to do those little extras for guests to make them happy. I guess having people come back is important to a motel."
"I suppose it is," admitted Peggy, thoughtfully. "It's the same in my store. A satisfied customer returns."
"I can also use the pool," cried Kathy, unexpectedly. "Any of the staff can, providing it is not too busy with paying guests."
"Lucky girl." Both she and Kathy loved to swim, but the opportunities to get away to the beach were few and far between. "Maybe I could sneak in too," she said, laughing. Then as Kathy's face creased into a pensive frown, she added, "I was only kidding, Kathy. Just accept any privileges you can. I'm pleased you've quit school and found something you like. That's the main thing now." Briefly she wondered how Kathy's boyfriend would take the news. Personally, she didn't care. The boy was something of a drip, anyway. And from what she had seen of Eddy Fulton, he would be a far better catch. In fact, if her impressions of him were correct, he would be into Kathy's little panties while the girl was still catching her breath. She smiled at her daughter and said, "I'll have to drive out there and have dinner when you're on duty. I'd like to see you as hostess in a nice place like that. I'm sure you look terrific, and I can just imagine the comments you're going to hear from those hairy travellers. Maybe just as well you are not in the motel section, making their beds and all that."
"Oh mother!" Kathy smiled affectionately at her mother, a warm feeling crowding quickly into her chest. "I'll be pleased when you get to New York and the mating season is over."
CHAPTER THREE
Duncan Talbot looked up from the reservation list he was glancing over as he stood alongside Joanna Simms at the front desk. "Going into town?" he asked, his eyes flitting approvingly over his attractive wife. "May I have the car keys, darling?"
Selina was wearing toreador slacks which flared at the bottoms, but which fitted her thighs and ass like a second skin. The little bolero jacket, meanwhile, was open to allow the full thrust of her beautiful tits to be brazenly outlined against the low cut front of a frilly blouse.
"You don't mind, do you?" she asked, smiling. It would be one of the few afternoons she hadn't insisted on a screwing in the six months since their honeymoon.
He found the keys and handed them to her. "You know darn well I've been wanting you to have a look around Fairvale."
Joanna Simms gave a short laugh. "It won't take long, I can assure you." Her eyes moved admiringly over the slender woman's exciting figure. She could just imagine the looks on the faces downtown when Selina wiggled that beautiful ass of hers down the main street.
"I just feel like some fresh air," grinned Selina. "I'll be home around five."
Two travelling salesmen checking into the motor inn promptly stood aside to let her pass, and then turned around to admire the view.
"Jesus," murmured the first one, as he arrived at the desk and threw his suitcase on the floor. "And this is only Wednesday. Another look at that and I'll have to check out tomorrow and head for home." He then glanced at Joanna. "Unless someone here wants to help me out."
Joanna pretended to scowl. "You'll last," she countered, finding a registration card and placing it before him. His eyes had settled on her small, pointed tits, which pleased her after all the attention Mrs. Talbot had just received. She squared . her shoulders, purposely, so that the pointed cones were more pronounced.
"Who was that dish?" asked the second man.
Joanna couldn't wait to answer. "Mrs. Duncan."
Both men made a choking noise and glanced quickly at Duncan.
"It's okay, fellas. I'm flattered."
"Pretty worn out too, I imagine," allowed the first traveller, bellowing with laughter, now that the situation had eased. He was about to add something else, when Kathy Carlin walked into the lobby to speak to Duncan.
"I wonder if you'd help me join a couple of tables in the dining room, sir?" she asked, making a point of smiling at the two travellers whose eyes were now taking in the slim but shapely young figure in the brief mini-dress.
"Sure, Kathy. I'll be right there." He tried not to laugh at the expression on the men's faces as they followed Kathy's departure toward the dining room.
"Oh Jesus," muttered one, reaching for his suitcase and shaking his head. "I've gotta get me a stiff drink." The other one winked at Joanna. "Or a very cold shower," he suggested, falling in behind the other as they headed for their rooms.
Downtown in Fairvale, Peggy Carlin looked up from some invoices she had been checking, and was startled to see Selina Talbot walk into the boutique. The Mexican woman was even more beautiful than Peggy had imagined, having only seen her briefly when she had driven by with Duncan Talbot.
Peggy made a sign at Marcella who was pricing new stock, and then walked over to where Selina was looking at an expensive formal dinner gown. "Mrs. Talbot, isn't it?" she asked, flashing the younger woman a fresh, wide smile.
"Yes!"
"I'm Peggy Carlin. I'm so pleased to meet you."
"Thank you." Selina's eyes had travelled quickly over Peggy Carlin's body. "Are you any relation to Kathy?"
"I'm her mother."
"You must be fooling." She concentrated on Peggy's full, round breasts and the youthful face which still carried the friendly smile. "You look more like sisters." She glanced around the store, taking in the thick carpeting, and the well-appointed displays which appeared to carry only the best of high fashioned women's wear. "I had no idea there was a store like this in Fairvale."
"It is the only one." Peggy had a sudden vision of Duncan Talbot astride this beautiful creature, his hips humping methodically against hers as he attempted to bring her to the peak of an orgasm. She stifled a shudder, and tried to think of something else. "Was there anything you were particularly interested in, or would you prefer to wander around by yourself?"
"I'm not really interested in anything particular, although I do like that full length dress you have there."
"It is nice, isn't it. It came in yesterday." The dress was entirely white, with a full skirt and twin triangles of almost sheer material which came up to cover the breasts and narrow over the shoulders in little more than thin straps. "Not every woman could wear it of course, but you could." Mrs. Talbot's breasts were almost unbelievable, and Peggy could just see them now, encased in the triangles of fabric. She had never realized Mexicans could be so full-breasted.
"It's beautiful."
Peggy took the dress from the ornamental tree-like gadget it was draped over, and held it against herself. "Would you like to try it on?" she asked. "I'm sure it is your size, and if it isn't, and if you like it, I'll send it back for the right size. I don't carry two of anything in this line."
Selina's face lighted up. "It would be fun trying it on," she said after some thought. The way Peggy Carlin's tits had bulged the triangles had brought a wave of sexuality to sweep through her groin. She put it down to missing her screwing this afternoon, but it was fun to be doing something for a change, and clothes always fascinated her.
"We'll use my office in the back," suggested Peggy. "There's more room than in the fitting rooms." She nodded at Marcella as they passed by. "Take care of anything," she said. "I don't want to be disturbed." Marcella smiled and went on pricing another dress.
In the office, Selina lost no time in shedding the jacket, her movements making the fabulous tits move and bob as if wanting to be free. Again the warm glow came into Peggy's cunt, startling her this time by its persistence. She thought of New York and the mating season which was approaching, a little smile etching the corners of her mouth, until a moment later she found herself staring at the beautifully shaped tits now bare and exposed in all their glory.
Selina Talbot was watching Peggy in a mirror on the far wall while she fumbled with the zipper in the front of her toreador slacks. There was no mistaking the gleam in the older woman's eyes, focused as they were on the gently bobbing tits with their perfectly centered nipples.
"May I help you, Mrs. Talbot." Peggy had to do something to take her mind off sex. It had been a long time since she had been this excited over a female's body. She could arouse herself with Kathy, but never to this extent. She was almost having an orgasm.
"Call me Selina, and yes, you could help. I like slacks like these to be nice and tight."
Peggy's fingers were shaking and she had difficulty grasping the zipper and pulling it down. "There," she murmured, almost gratefully, as the zipper ran down to Selina's love mound. "Now the button, and we'll have you dressed in that gown in a jiffy."
She stood back to watch Selina push the tightly fitting slacks down to reveal the skimpiest bikini brief Peggy had ever seen. It even allowed at least half of the thick, bushy triangle of jet-black hair to be fully exposed.
Selina stepped out of the slacks and placed her hands on her hips, waiting for Peggy to hold the dress up. She was still watching the attractive woman in the mirror, a pleasing warm glow moving into her tits as Peggy appeared to be in a trance, her lovely blue eyes devouring the out-thrust breasts. With as little motion as possible, Selina managed to take in a deep breath, the round globes presenting themselves even more prominently.
"I ... I ... think ... you ... you have about the most perfect body I have ... have ever seen, Mrs. .. ... I mean, Selina."
Selina turned her face to smile, her eyes going to Peggy's tits. "Funny, I was admiring yours too." She moved one hand from her hip and slowly opened it wide to cover one of Peggy's outlined breasts, feeling the woman shudder as she moved it back and forth in a gentle caressing motion. "Yes," she said softly, knowing now that Peggy Carlin was filling with lust, "you certainly don't have to play second fiddle to anyone with those." She closed her fingers into the firm but yielding flesh. "May I?" she asked, her voice even softer as a tender look of relief swept suddenly into Peggy's face.
"Please ... well...."
The buttons on the blouse were open as if by magic. A wave of excitement swept into Peggy's cunt as Selina's fingers touched her chest and then the soft plane of her belly. And then the real fire burst suddenly in her tits as first one and then the other was tenderly eased from the confines of her bra. A moment later and the beautiful little hands were running amok over the straining tits, bringing streaks of sheer ecstasy to course through Peggy's veins.
Selina moved to stand closer to the excited woman. Her own excitement was mounting and almost out of control. This had been one thing she had missed more than anything else after marrying Duncan, for no one could arouse a pair of tits like another woman. She kneaded and fondled the big, beautiful breasts, her fingers teasing and gently nudging at the fully developed domes. She managed to place her hips flatly against Peggy's so that now Peggy had moved back the few inches to the desk, the edge of which now ground into the cheeks of her ass.
"Good grief." Peggy's hands had moved to Selina's hips which were completely bare except for the elastic of the bikini brief. Her eyes had never left the rounded globes now a few inches from her face as she looked down, the haziness in her eyes giving Selina the appearance of being solid gold.
"That's nice, isn't it?"
"God yes."
"It's a long time since anyone did this to you, isn't it, darling."
"Yes."
"Husbands don't know how to do it, do they?"
The fire in her tits now was a raging inferno. "I guess not." She made a choking noise in her throat and started to lean backwards. "I lost my husband."
Selina fanned her open hand over the upthrust breasts. "I am sorry. I didn't know." She plucked the nipples which were now budding like forbidden fruit. "You have a boyfriend, though." She moved her hips and thighs a little, pressing them against Peggy's until she shuddered.
"Not very often." Peggy's voice was little more than a whisper as the torment in her tits grew worse. With a gasp, her own hands found Selina's magnificent breasts. Then, almost impatiently, she squeezed and milked at them with hungry little movements of her hands.
Selina bunched one tit and licked at the straining nipple. The news that this delightful creature was going without cock had brought a welling warmth to her cunt. She thought of Duncan and how they had discussed finding another woman. Then almost without thinking, she moved one hand down between their writhing bodies, found the skirt zipper and a moment later was pressing the little panties over the twisting hips and down the tapering thighs.
"Yes, oh God, yes." The silky smooth hand was in. her raging crotch, the fingers tickling madly until she could part her itching thighs and give them room. "Please, please ... I ... ," she whimpered, "please, oh please...."
"I know, I know." Selina sucked avidly at the fully erected nipple, her fingers now stroking and stroking as Peggy moaned with sheer delight. A burst of cum arrived suddenly in the gulping little hole, and Selina ran her fingers around the lips, gently arousing them so that they pouted and bulged as if asking for more. "There, there. Isn't that nice?" It had been ages since she had felt a warm, wet cunt. It was a sensation she would never forget. She pressed Peggy back while still sucking on the tit. "Just relax, darling," she said, softly. "That's it. Right back." She released the fabulous tit in time to place her arm around the heaving young woman and force her to lie on the desk, her long, shapely legs draped over the end. Then she pushed away the skirt and panties which still clung to Peggy's ankles. "Now, darling, let me look at you," she whispered, her hands moving over the upthrust breasts, brushing at the nipples before moving down over the flinching smooth flesh to stroke at the shivering white thighs.
Again Selina moved her fingers into the shimmering slit. The blonde hair which covered the mound had a reddish hue to it, which Selina found exciting. All her sisters and any friends she had been intimate with had black hair, so that the fair, almost golden hair looked so much more erotic. She took time out to slip out of her bikini briefs, then she placed her hands over the towering tits, pressing her pubic mound against Peggy's as the thighs parted willingly to give her more room.
"We'll have to find a nice thick cock for that lovely cunt," said Selina, softly. She moved her pubic mound from side to side, her thick black hair swishing against the moistened slit and forcing the lips apart. "Would you like a thick piece of tail, darling?"
Peggy gave a broken sob. Her head was twisting from side to side, and she could well imagine what her hair was going to look like. But then she didn't care as the small smooth hands moved down over her belly so that it shivered under the fingertips until they moved in to her waiting cunt. The first touch of cool air warned her as the fingers coaxed open the pouting lips. A moment later and she had stifled a scream, and it was several minutes before she realized Selina's tongue was lapping in her hole. With tantalizing thoroughness, the tongue licked around the rim. She clenched her fists, her face in twisted agony, and then as she groaned in sheer relief, the tongue found the little clit, curling under and teasing it unmercifully. Peggy choked on the cries which curdled in her throat.
To Selina, the first taste of Peggy's fresh cum was like the taste of new wine at a party. She moved her entire mouth into the opening between her own fingers, kissing the soft tissue-like membranes as the body before her writhed and shuddered under the force of her assault. She licked as deeply as she could, her tongue bringing the tight little nub of Peggy's clit into the open so that it sprung and quivered like a steel spring. For several seconds, she fought any attempt by the young woman to close her thighs, prying open the slit as far as she could. Then, very deliberately but very delicately, she took the excited clit between her lips, her tongue raking over the tip and around the startled nail head, until Peggy cried out in the torment of her orgasm.
Later, in Peggy's apartment, having coffee, Selina took her hand. "I'm so glad we met today," she said, smiling. "You're the first woman friend I've had since coming to Fairvale. I hope we can be friends for a long, long time."
Peggy returned the affectionate squeeze. "I hope so, too. I haven't any close friends myself. Kathy and I live a pretty quiet life."
"You will come and see me sometimes, won't you?" Peggy laughed. "With that pool out there, try and keep me away."
"How about tomorrow, then?" She finished the coffee and put the cup on the side table. "You can meet Duncan-and of course my two newly acquired sons."
"I'd love to." Then Peggy frowned. "I'll have to be back early," she said, disgustedly. "Judy is out of school around three."
"Why not wait and bring her too? She and Bobby can get acquainted." Selina then patted Peggy's thigh. "Besides, around four is a good time to use the pool. The travellers are all back and having a swim before dinner. We can tease them, and anyway, you can have dinner with me."
"I don't want to impose."
"Forget it. Duncan will be so happy that I've found a friend, he'll do anything for you." She looked at the out-thrust tits, bulging against the fabric of the blouse. She couldn't wait until he got a long, hard look at those.
The next day, a little after four o'clock, a subdued silence fell around the pool as Selina and Peggy strolled onto the patio and found two sun cots. They had knowingly looked at each other and laughed as they had slipped into their bikinis. Selina's was stark white, while Peggy's was seductively black. Now, as they settled themselves outstretched on the twin cots, side by side, they tried not to smile or even hear the comments around them.
Selina turned her face to talk to Peggy, her eyes taking in the towering breasts which showed every sign of tumbling out of the thin strap of bikini-top. "I told you we'd create quite a stir, didn't I?"
"It feels rather nice, having men admire you."
"I read somewhere that it is good for your sex nerves, or something."
Peggy grinned. She was trying to keep an eye on the patio door, to watch for Judy who had stopped to talk to Kathy. Just then, the young girl appeared, and Peggy turned over onto her stomach and up onto her elbows before waving. As she did so she realized that a group of salesmen sitting in deck chairs behind her were studying her fabulous tits as they hung suspended in the bikini-top. Her first impulse was to change position, but then she realized the excitement sweeping through her tits, and she stayed like that, flashing Judy a welcoming smile as the girl walked self-consciously toward them.
"Where's Bobby?" asked Peggy.
"He's coming," replied Judy, shading her eyes and watching a couple in the pool. "I wish he would get here. I want to have a swim."
"He won't be long," Selina assured her, her eyes taking in the firm little tits of the young girl. They reminded her of her own at that age, and how an older brother was always fondling them. He had almost driven her out of her mind for about a year, and then after a lot of persuasion, he had finally let her play with his cock. Six months after that and she had talked him into fucking her. From that moment on, cock had been an obsession with her. She stretched and wished Duncan would put in an appearance.
"Jesus Christ!"
Selina turned quickly, and flashed two men a smile. She had forgotten all about them as she stretched, but now she waved a finger in a gesture of disapproval, before turning on her side, away from them and facing Peggy and Judy. "Maybe we should have a fast swim. Then we can relax for an hour before dinner," she suggested.
"Think we'd be safe?" quipped Peggy. "I've never seen so many hungry looking guys in my life."
"I know some of the regulars by sight. Any you fancy?"
"Good heaven, no. Not just like that, anyway."
"Why not? Most are married, so they'd be experienced."
Judy was taking it all in, and she put a hand on Peggy's almost naked ass. "Are you looking for a boyfriend, mommy?" she asked in all seriousness.
"Not really, darling. Just looking. Why? Do you see one who you think might please mommy?"
Selina laughed as Judy proceeded to study all the men. "I don't think your mommy would have to ask any of them twice," she said, looking at the magnificent tits hanging so impressively in the bikini-bra. It now only covered the nipples and she wished Duncan would get himself down here and have a good look.
A few minutes later, Bobby and Duncan came through the patio doors. Duncan was carrying a tray of drinks, having stopped at the bar on the way. He was talking to Bobby, occasionally stopping to nod or speak to some of the guests as he walked by. A moment later he almost dropped the tray as his eyes fell on Selina in her brief bikini and then to the fully suspended tits of the beautiful blonde.
"We thought you'd never come," said Selina, sitting up and adjusting her bikini, to the delight of the salesmen nearby. "This is Peggy, Kathy's mother. This is Duncan."
He was trying to drag his eyes away from her tits, as she swung her long legs over the edge of the cot. "We've met from time to time in town," he said, grinning, "but never officially, I guess." He held the tray while both women selected a tall glass. "Planter's Punch," he pointed out, "and cokes for you kids." Peggy moved over and he sat down beside her, ridding himself of the tray by putting it under the cot. He was pleased to sit beside her, rather than opposite. Another long look at those tits, and he was sure he would come. "You sure are a double for your daughter," he said, after sipping at his drink.
"I take it that that's a compliment."
"You bet your life it is. You should hear all the compliments we get from the guests already, and she's only been here a few days. She's a beautiful girl," he went on, waving to a guest as the man headed for the pool. "And you're very beautiful too."
Peggy felt the color rising in her cheeks. "Your wife will be getting jealous."
"She knows I admire good-looking chicks."
Selina laughed. "Doesn't every man?" She glanced around the patio, noticing how every man was avidly studying them. She adjusted her bikini-top for the second time, bunching up her tits so that they bulged dangerously near the top of the thin bra.
"Come on, let's swim." Bobby had taken Judy's hand, and was waiting for her to get rid of the coke bottle.
"Handsome couple," allowed Duncan, as he watched his son and Judy run toward the pool. He'd always regretted not having a daughter, and now having seen the younger Carlin who was a junior replica of her mother and sister, he regretted it even more. The little tits, nestled in the bikini had intrigued him, startling him as a little jolting tremor had streaked along his cock. He finished his drink and looked at the two women, trying hard to keep his eyes averted from the luscious tits. "Anyone for a swim?" he asked. "I have to go on the desk for an hour while Thelma has her supper."
They swam the length of the pool, but it was too crowded, and first one and then another would collide with someone else. More than once, Selina was sure the collision was far from being accidental as a strange hand touched her here and there. They then clung to the edge at the far end, the two women adjusting their bikinis once more so that just the very ends of their tits were covered.
"May as well skinny-dip as appear in what you gals are wearing," laughed Duncan. He had a hardon, and was wondering how he was going to get out of the pool without its being noticed.
"I'm game," quipped Selina.
"And you?" asked Duncan, his hand touching Peggy's thigh, so that she was instantly filled with a terrifying burst of lust.
"I'm game," she gasped, "but some of your guests might object."
He gave a bellowing laugh and touched her thigh again, this time leaving his hand there for several seconds. "I doubt it," he said, moving his fingers over the bulging softness of her thigh to linger briefly on the inside. "But if you're serious, you'll have to come to our cottage on Spring Lake. We skinny-dip there all the time."
A shiver of bliss swept into her loins. "I'd ... I'd ... like that," she managed to get out, her eyes holding his, until Selina's fingers arrived unexpectedly on her bare waist, the fingers digging into her flesh and making her jump.
"I'm sorry," said Selina, quickly, "I thought I was slipping." She had a little grin around her mouth as she said it, a feeling of warmth suddenly enveloping her now that she had found Peggy as a friend. "Let's go and relax, and then have dinner. I'm getting hungry."
Peggy shivered as Duncan and Selina moved away. If she didn't get to New York soon, and get recharged, she would make a fool of herself. She looked around for Judy and Bobby, but the two children were sitting at the edge of the pool, talking, and swinging their feet in the pool.
Later, when Selina and Duncan were in the seclusion of their suite, Selina squeezed herself into the armchair where he was reading. She was wearing a gauzy little peignoir set and he had just showered and had slipped into his pajamas.
She slipped her hand over the front of his crotch, her fingers searching until they had found his cock. "What did you think of Peggy?" she asked, brushing her lips against his ear.
"Very nice." He turned his face and kissed her on the mouth. "I feel better about you having someone around here to be friendly with." His cock was growing under the increasing pressure of her hand. "What are you doing? Trying to get me primed?"
She giggled, happily. "It doesn't take much to get you primed." She chewed on his ear as he returned to reading his book. "That was a good idea you had about the skinny-dipping, and she actually trembled when you touched her thigh."
"You were not supposed to notice that."
She moved her fingers into the fly of his pajamas, closing them around the thickening cock, and slowly prying it out. "Think you'd like to fuck her?" she asked, speaking softly so that Bobby wouldn't hear. His room was one of two bedrooms in the suite.
"If she needed it." He loved the way she would talk to him this way. It was like a spoiled child wanting something she knew she shouldn't have.
"She'd love it." She sank her little fist down the length of his rearing cock. "And you've got lots to spare."
"We've got lots to spare," he corrected her.
She rearranged herself in the narrow space so that she could use both hands, the thick upthrust shaft reaching and straining as both hands circled the throbbing length. "Yes, we've got lots to spare, and I can't wait to share it with her." She tightened her grip around the base, a grin appearing slowly around her eyes as Duncan shuddered convulsively, his hips jerking suddenly as he thought of Peggy's tits.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Mommy, would you dry my hair?"
Peggy Carlin stopped brushing her own hair and turned to face her youngest daughter. Judy had just stepped out of the shower, toweled herself dry, and then wrapped the towel around her waist. "Of Course. Just stand right here, lean forward, and I'll have it dry in a minute." She smiled approvingly as she noted the way Judy's young, pear-shaped breasts moved firmly up and down as the girl held out a new towel for her hair.
When her mother had started, she said, "When are we going to the pool again?"
Peggy Carlin gave a short laugh. "When we're invited." She was a little disappointed herself at not having heard from Selina. It had been over a week, and the memory of the enjoyable afternoon still lingered in her mind. She thought briefly of Duncan, too, with his strong thighs and firm, round ass, a glow starting in her cunt and sweeping quickly upwards into her beautiful tits. "Selina will probably call," she went on, hopefully. "Maybe she's been busy with something else."
"That was fun."
Peggy moved to one side of the sheath of long hair, her eyes falling on the inverted cones of the young, healthy breasts. They were hanging as Judy leaned over, the nipples like pinheads to form perfect cones. "You liked Bobby, didn't you?"
"He was very nice."
Peggy could well imagine how the boy had responded at the occasional glimpse he had enjoyed of the small, shapely tits. Twice she had caught him staring at her own, and when he and Judy had finally left the pool there was no mistaking the little hardon at the front of his swim trunks. "He's quite a good swimmer," she allowed, thoughtfully.
"So he should be with a pool right there. He said he would teach me the Australian crawl."
"That would be nice."
"If they ever phone," Judy said, a little sadly.
They heard Kathy come into the apartment, as Peggy finished drying the hair.
"Hi!" Kathy took in the scene from the bedroom door. "Sorry I'm late, but I went for a swim. Eddy invited me."
Judy groaned and reached for her mother's hairbrush before starting to brush furiously at her hair.
"What's the matter?" asked Kathy.
"Judy's upset Selina hasn't called and invited us back." Peggy's eyes were taking in Kathy's lusciously rounded figure, and trying to decide if the girl had been fucked after the swim. Kathy's face was radiant, and there appeared to be a new lift to the high, proud breasts. A spasm of jealousy went through her, but she quickly recovered.
"That's funny. Today at noon she stopped and asked why you'd never been back. I said probably because you didn't want to impose, so I think she's going to call you."
"I hope so," grinned Peggy, relieved at the news. "I don't think Judy can last much longer without seeing Bobby."
Kathy laughed and came into the room. "With those little tits developing like mad, he's probably just as anxious to see them again as she is anxious to see him."
Judy looked at Kathy and scowled. "Oh ... you," she snapped. But even so, a strange little tingling feeling was coursing through her veins as she recalled how she had caught the look in his eyes as he helped her out of the pool and over the edge. It had been an excited look, which in turn had excited her as she climbed out and looked up in time to see him staring at her tits as they hung loosely in her halter.
At the Parkway Motor Inn, meanwhile, Selina and young Bobby were clambering out of the pool. Selina was feeling a little miffed. Duncan had disappeared in the early afternoon, and she had learned from Thelma that he had gone to Brockton on business. Then, later, she had been sunning herself by the pool when Eddy and the voluptuous young Kathy had arrived, holding hands and laughing and joking between themselves. They had greeted Selina pleasantly enough, but wasted no time in entering the pool to frolic and fool around to the obvious delight of the travelling salesmen lounging in deck chairs surrounding the patio.
Now she and Bobby grabbed towels and proceeded to dry themselves.
"Are you going inside, Mom, or stay here for a while?" Bobby was a little disappointed Eddy hadn't invited him to play with Kathy.
Selina made an elaborate display of finding her pack of cigarettes, which were under the chaise lounge, giving a group of six or seven travellers the opportunity to see her beautiful tits hanging suspended in the skimpy bikini-top. She hoped the display would draw their attention away from Kathy as the young teenager wrestled and fought with Eddy in the pool.
"I think I'll go in," she said at last. Eddy was obviously preparing Kathy for a fucking, and having felt a little hairy herself this afternoon, with no opportunity to assuage her lust, she had an urge to disappear into the confines of the suite. "You stay if you want," she said, flicking the lighter and shielding the flame with one hand.
But the boy and she retired to the motel, the murmurs of approval as she crossed the broad patio temporarily lifting her spirits, somewhat.
In her bedroom, sitting before the vanity mirror, she removed her bikini-top and ran her hands over the magnificent breasts. Then she was combing the thick, long black hair, a feeling of boredom creeping once more into her mind and reminding her of Peggy. She uttered an oath, rebuking herself for not having got around to telephoning Peggy and inviting her over. She was about to remedy that mistake when Bobby came into the room.
"Oh!" he said, startled at the sight of Selina in a topless state. "I'm...."
She turned and smiled when she saw the look on his face, which had somehow given her a warm, comforting feeling in her loins. "It's alright, darling. I'm sure you've almost seen all of me at one time or another. What's on your mind?"
The boy still hesitated, trying to keep his big brown eyes averted, and finding it very difficult. "I ... I ... can't get ... the button ... "
She made a point of continuing to smile as she held out a hand. "Here, I'll fix it." He was wearing a tight little pair of swim trunks she had bought in town. They were brushed denim and could be worn as shorts as well. "It's stiff because they are new."
He moved to stand in front of her, his eyes now taking in the fully out-thrust tits now that Selina was concentrating on the stubborn button.
"There," she said at last, opening the button and taking the zipper and pushing it down. An overwhelming feeling of sexual excitement had suddenly careened through her veins as she recalled having done exactly the same thing so many times for her brothers. "Good lord! That wasn't the only thing which was stiff," she said, laughing in order to put the boy off and give him some assurance as her eyes took in the upthrust little prick.
The boy immediately tried to pull back, but Selina had been expecting it and she still held the open fly of the little trunks, one side in each hand, so that she could hold the boy in place.
"You're getting to be quite a little man," she said softly, looking up for the first time and delighted to see the excitement in his eyes which were undoubtedly focused on her tits. "Don't be shy," she said, still talking softly, "you're only showing signs of growing up." Then, as he had obviously given up the idea of trying to move away, she moved one hand to close her fingers over his genitals, clenching them gently as the boy gave an enormous shudder, followed by a deep, appreciative groan.
She held them firmly, a welling feeling of lust bursting unexpectedly in her cunt. It was followed almost immediately by another as Bobby's hands came out, as if against his will. A moment later and his cool fingers were touching her tits, a nervous spasm of shivers wracking through his young frame until his fingertips had closed in about an inch below the nipples, which were sprouting quickly under the teasing pressure.
"Oh, you like those don't you," she whispered. Flecks of excitement were flickering across the widened eyes. "Why didn't you tell Mom?" She tightened her grip on the miniature testicles, so that the first signs of the pointed pink head presented itself. He spread his hands quickly and ran them over the beautiful globes. "Mommy would always have let you play with those." His fingers were driving her insane, and her cunt was actually pulsing.
"I was frightened." He made a choking sound.
"It'll be our secret. No one need ever know."
"Not even dad?"
She moved one hand to gather in the pebble-like balls, pulling on them gently. "Not even dad, although he might just be proud to see you growing up so quickly." Her other hand carefully closed around the upthrust stem, the burning, pulsing feeling in her cunt now almost unbearable.
He quickly lost any interest he may have had in what his father might think, as her soft, warm hands began to fondle his raging cock and balls. Occasionally, she released his little prick and ran her hand flatly over his firm, young belly. Once, before her hand returned to his cock, she pushed at the still-damp swim trunks, prying them over the narrow, boyish hips until they fell to the floor. But always, the hand came back, clasping the upthrust prong gently and moving it ever farther into its straining posture with the pink, rounded head reaching ever more determinedly under the pressure of her fingers.
His hands were erratic now, grabbing and clutching at the liquid smoothness of her tits. There was no pattern to his adoration, only an enthusiastic urgency to play and squeeze at the swollen domes.
"I bet your girlfriend at school has done this." Her fingers were moving swiftly over the nut-like balls.
He was shaking his head. "I ... I ... haven't got ... one."
"You will have." She clutched the little sac and pulled on it firmly. At the same time her fingers gathered the tightly drawn skin around the throbbing stem, and then moved to the base, the thin strands of pubic hair catching in her fingernails. "I bet Judy would love to play like this."
He gave a convulsive shiver, causing Selina to smile. She looked up at the expression on the handsome, boyish face. It was one of urgent anticipation, mixed with sheer delight. Little beads of sweat had formed on his forehead and his mouth sagged open as she continued to play teasingly slowly with his cock.
"We'll have to invite her, won't we?"
Again the desperate shudder, his hips jerking forward as Selina expertly held the straining prick fully extended.
"She has nice little titties, hasn't she?"
He closed his eyes, the memory of the twin beauties perfectly shaped and pointed inside the girl's bikini-top appearing suddenly in his mind. "Ye ... yes."
"Girls love to have their titties played with, and of course, you'd have to let her play with your cock."
He moaned this time, his fingers grabbing frantically at the massive breasts, his eyes staring at them hungrily.
"Why don't we lie on the bed? You'd be much more comfortable."
He didn't have to be invited twice, but climbed up and lay back, his chest heaving as his breath came in a series of excited gasps.
Selina debated whether or not to drop the little triangle of cloth which still covered her cunt. She had never seen anything particularly gorgeous about a cunt, but men seemed to go crazy about them. She decided against it. It was too risky and now that Bobby was so excited, it would be foolish to take a chance on anything which might cool the boy down.
He watched her through lust-filled eyes as she climbed onto the bed beside him. The beautiful breasts were moving independently and rhythmically as she positioned herself alongside the boyish frame.
"There, there. That's better, isn't it?"
He closed his eyes and groaned gratefully as her warm hand gathered in his balls, clasping them lovingly so that he immediately opened his thighs and spread his legs. "Ooooooooh," he murmured, sighing as her hand moved upwards to once again caress and fondle the rigid stem.
"You must always let a girl do this for you," she murmured, keeping her voice low and almost teacher-like. "Just relax and think of someone you would like to do this for you."
His tongue was wandering from side to side, his chest heaving as he tried to take in deep gulps of fresh air, and then expel them in time to her wonderful fingers.
She formed the tight O with her forefinger and thumb, circling the pink little head and moving it slowly down over the three or four inches of stiff cock. It was a motion which his father went crazy over, and now as the young boy jerked his hips upwards, she realized it was just as effective for his son. "Let me see if I can guess who it might be," she whispered, studying the boy's face, which was a picture of content and relief. For the first time, she began a steady rubbing, covering the dry, pink head and dropping her fingers to the narrow base.
"Judy," he gasped.
"Of course." She raised herself, and sat beside him so that she could move her other hand into play. She clutched the little balls, startled to find the small, wrinkled sac was now quite swollen. "I know Judy would love to play with such a darling cock." She glanced at her tits which were swollen too, the nipples fully blossomed like nuggets of brown ore. She stopped playing with his balls long enough to grab a pillow, and then she was lifting the slim hips and wedging in the pillow. "There," she smiled encouragingly, "how does that feel now?"
The boy's body was now draped over the pillow, his pelvis unbelievably high, topped by the looped little prick which was urgently waiting for her hands once more.
She moved one leg over to rest between his. Then the other as he willingly opened his wider. His eyes were focused on her as she crouched, facing him, the tits hanging teasingly just out of his reach. But then, her hands were back, cradling his steaming young cock and holding it upright as her other fingers fondled his aching balls, and he closed his eyes. The wave of relief and contentment swept over him and he flung his arms on either side, his fists clenched as the unbelievable feeling of joy swept crazily through his genitals.
He tried once to thrust his pelvis, but Selina was settled on her elbows now, on either side of his hips so his young, velvety soft thighs were under her arms and next to her aching tits. Her face was no more than four inches from the rearing little shaft, her eyes wide and excited as she stared at the slim column as it reached hungrily for the ceiling. He opened his eyes and stared at it in disbelief. He could just see her head, the beautiful face and her dainty little hand which was methodically moving up and down over the proud, upthrust cock. He made a gasping, groaning sound, the yearning in his balls a new and fantastic feeling he had never experienced before. Even his cock didn't look like his, it was so long and so excited under the expert fondling of his step-mother.
"You like that, don't you Bobby." A maternal feeling of wanting to help the boy enveloped her suddenly.
"Gee ... oh yes ... yes."
"He's very dry." She had long ago expected the familiar gush of lubricating cum.
He stared at her fascinated. Her eyes were wide and full of excitement. They were also almost cross-eyed, they were so close to the upthrust cock. A moment later and he started to cry out. But before he could, her wide, sensuous mouth had opened, and for a moment he thought he would pass out. The next, a stilling, shocking warmth settled around his cock, as Selina's face moved over the pink, rearing head of his raging prick, and then the startled warmth of her mouth was encasing his cock and he shuddered and shivered as her tongue diligently washed and licked at the torpedo-like cockhead.
"No ... no ... I...." Never in his life had he ever imagined such fantastic pleasure. It was as if he couldn't stand another second, and yet in no way did he ever want that feeling to go away.
Selina wrapped her tongue around the pointed little head. It tasted sweet and was surprisingly hard. It was pulsing fiercely and the boy was writhing and twisting. She was pleased she had somehow managed to adopt a position in which she could so thoroughly control him. His body was giving shocking shudders of agony, which she knew from experience was really pleasure. Her tongue had so much room she could do so many things with the throbbing little cock. She moved her tightly closed lips up and down in a series of bobbing motions, making the boy cry out urgently. Then almost indifferently she withdrew her wet lips, kissed the torrid little stem all over, and then moved her mouth down to the taut little balls, her lips gathering them in until they were nestled inside the hot, wet heat of her saliva-filled mouth.
He tried to buck then, and it was all she could do to hold him. Her nose was wedged against the base of his pulsing cock, and she worked her mouth around the little eggs, warming them. She had often wanted to take his father's balls in her mouth, but each time she had given up the idea. She could never have done anything more with the massive clump of Duncan's scrotum than kiss it all over. Now, the young boy's balls seemed almost alive, and his erratic cries spurred her on to nip and squeeze at them as the little cock jerked and reared itself in grateful response.
"No ... no ... mom ... mom ... please."
She had expected the warning earlier. The little balls were now one, and the head of the throbbing young prick had long since bared itself, gleaming from her saliva and looking more inviting than ever. The boy's arms were everywhere, and his hips now managed to jerk even under her arms in an up and down movement that made his cock look even more exciting.
She pushed the tight scrotum out of her mouth. "Now, now," she assured him. "You have to be a little man, now." Then, very deliberately, she moved over the blazing cock, opening her mouth and running her tightly closed lips over the head, down over the ridge Which was so immature as to be almost unnoticeable. A moment later, her lips were at the base and the head was pulsing in the softness at the back of her throat, just touching the ridge at the back of the roof of her mouth. Her tongue moved swiftly, fluttering over the pulsing muscles as he readied himself with a series of jerks. A few seconds later and it was extending itself, rearing for the last time as the warm moistness of her tongue encouraged and teased it.
The thin stream of cum ricocheted out, the convulsive contractions emptying the slim cock in a jerky sequence of spurting droplets, which Selina swallowed easily. Then she began the gentle sucking as the boy went into a frantic gyration which had him gasping and crying at the same time. Gratefully he waited until she had raised her restraining elbows. Then he whipped his hips upwards and his little cock swept in and out of her warm, precious mouth.
For several minutes Selina continued to suckle the little cock in her mouth, lavishing her tongue tenderly over the rubbery column as the boy moaned and grunted from the pleasure of it all. Then as if it was reluctant to do so, the thin column slowly relaxed, diminishing into a little loop so that Selina was able to work her lips and finally her mouth to take all of the soft, succulent genitals into her warm, wet mouth.
Bobby was now panting and still fighting for breath.
His chest heaved so much that his ribs were clearly outlined as Selina stared up over the valley of his little round belly.
She raised herself so that he could free his thighs from under her arms, and a moment later she had placed her hands under the round, firm ass. He responded by spreading his legs wide and baring his genitals for more urgent deliberations by her mouth and tongue. Then with an appreciative groan he slowly and willingly placed one leg and then the other gratefully over her shoulders.
The small, immature cock never recovered but for another ten minutes Selina diligently attended to the little tired loop and the pebble-like balls. Her own fuckjuice had burst through the edges of the bikini brief and was still running down her thighs in tickling trails which almost reached her knees. Purposely she had continued to play with and fondle the boy, giving him time after his climax to thoroughly enjoy the experience, and at the same time collect his thoughts and realize it was but the first of many such experiences he could expect at her expert hands.
She finally withdrew her mouth and freed his genitals, licking tentatively at the little cock, now relaxed and dormant. She lifted his legs from the draped position over her shoulders and then raised herself until her magnificent tits rested softly on his belly. Her face moved down to his and he immediately flung his arms around her neck, drawing her down the last few inches until his mouth was crushing hers.
"That was nice, wasn't it?" she asked, when he finally allowed her to leave his mouth.
He nodded his head, a grateful-almost proud look in his eyes.
She ran her hand down over the softness of his stomach, her fingers gathering his still-flaccid cock and the tiny little balls to clench them gently. "We'll have to get Judy to do things like that for you," she said softly and feeling the young prick quiver at the mention of the girl's name. "We'll have to teach her, of course." Again the little quiver. "And teach you how to please her." She pressed the velvety soft skin of his foreskin back and watched the little pink head start to push itself forward quite suddenly. "Yes," Selina murmured very quietly, "I think you're almost ready to push this darling little prick into Judy's little slit." The tiny coil was gone, and in its place the soldierly prong was slowly and proudly exerting itself. Selina tenderly rubbed it for a moment. Then she patted it. "I think you've had enough for one day," she said, kindly, as she got to her feet to stare down at the excited boy.
A few moments later, she was phoning Peggy Carlin.
CHAPTER FIVE
Peggy and Selina were lying in the sun on two chaise lounges at the far end of the patio near the pool's diving board. They had been there over an hour, talking about everything imaginable, both women reminiscing about their individual lives and how different they had been.
"You make me realize how much I've missed," laughed Peggy. "I can see what a difference having a few brothers around would make to a growing girl." Although Selina hadn't come right out and said it, it was obvious her brothers had all screwed her at one time or another. "I didn't even start having that kind of fun until I was married."
"You have a lot of things to catch up on," grinned Selina, turning to face Peggy and study her through the dark sunglasses. Peggy's big, beautiful tits were actually towering upwards as if waiting to be sucked, the thin material of the bikini-top molded perfectly over the upthrust peaks.
"I'll feel better after I visit New York next week."
"Is it next week you go?" Selina sounded disappointed.
"I'll only be away four days."
"What's he like?"
Peggy shrugged her shoulders. "Who cares? Just so long as he has one," she laughed.
"I didn't mean what he looked like," countered Selina. "I meant, did he know what he was doing."
"So-so, I suppose. I don't think he would excite you too much with all the experience you've had."
It was Selina's turn to laugh. "Oh, I wouldn't say that." She seriously studied the older woman, trying to imagine what it would be like to be hungry for cock. "You know, when I said the other day that I could probably arrange something right here for you, I wasn't kidding."
Peggy Carlin turned her head to face Selina, a strange expression on her face. "I wasn't sure if you were serious or not, but now I've been here I can see it would be easy to arrange myself. What with all these hungry travelling salesmen around and everything. But, I don't know," she went on, dubiously, "maybe I'm old-fashioned but I still have to like a guy before I give myself completely."
"Think you like Duncan enough?"
Peggy sat up as if someone had stuck a pin in her. "What?" she asked, incredulously.
Selina sat up then, her perfectly shaped breasts almost falling out of the thin, skimpy triangles of her bikini-top. "Why do you think he was so enthusiastic about having you join us for skinny-dipping?" she asked, a wide grin on her face.
"You ... you mean ... you would actually allow him to...." She knew about mate-swapping, and everything else that went on and which she had read about in all the erotic novels she had been reading lately. Yet to have someone like Selina actually offer her husband was unbelievable.
"I'm sure he could look after both of us," said Selina, trying to sound casual although the very thought of Duncan screwing Peggy was enough to give her a mini-orgasm. "He's very capable, you know, when it comes to screwing." She could actually see the big chubby nipples starting to bulge through the fine fabric of the triangles of cloth covering Peggy's fabulous tits.
"You mean "
"Good lord! You'd only be borrowing eight or nine inches of cock for a few minutes." She waited for a few moments while two newly arrived salesmen walked past on their way to the diving board from which they stood looking down on the two attractive women. "I wouldn't be giving him away, or anything like that. Besides, I could have him ready for me again in ten or fifteen minutes."
Peggy was sitting with her arms behind her and braced on the sides of the chaise lounge, the pose allowing the twin mounds to be even more prominently thrust out so that the two men above them gave audible moans. A yearning ache had settled in Peggy's cunt and she longed to stroke at the pulsing cuntlips so tightly encased in the binding cloth of her bikini. "Do you want to swim?" she asked, knowing she could at least pull the confining piece of fabric away from her cunt.
"Of course," smiled Selina, "and you think about it. I know Duncan would love to oblige."
Later, in the suite where Duncan and Selina lived, Selina had casually slipped off her bikini-top and was mixing drinks. Peggy had hesitated a moment before removing her top, and before she could reach for her bra which was draped over the back of a chair, Selina was offering her the glass.
"It's too early for dinner," said Selina, flopping into a chair. "Let's relax and have a drink, then I'll show you how to sunbathe and get rid of that funny white line around your bust."
To Selina's surprise and delight, Peggy complied, sitting in the other armchair and sipping on the drink, thoughtfully.
Peggy was still shaken by the prospect of Duncan Talbot having sex with her, and even more so by the fact that Selina had offered him. It had just never occurred to her that any wife would glibly suggest another woman be fucked by her own husband. Too, Duncan Talbot had always attracted her, and if any man had affected her sexually, it was him. Now, to even dream of him getting ready to screw her was enough to send wild, uncontrolled waves of ecstasy racing between her raging tits and her hot, yearning cunt. She sipped away at the drink, her excitement increasing the more she thought about it.
Selina finally finished her drink with one gulp. "Come on," she said, matter-of-factly, placing her glass on a side table, and holding out her hand. "In the bedroom there is always a patch of sun. That's where I lay most afternoons, and just being nude gives you a great sense of sheer freedom."
Peggy followed like a lost sheep. Her mind was whirling, just as it would be next week in New York when she and her stud (as she called him), would finally lock her hotel room door and get ready for the fucking. She now closed her eyes and followed behind Selina down the hallway and into the enormous bedroom, her tits bouncing and bobbing as if they knew they would be getting attention. The square of sunlight, she realized, was actually there, beaming through the French doors which led onto a balcony overlooking the pool. There had been no sign of Duncan Talbot all afternoon, she recalled, and he was probably away. It was obvious, therefore, that Selina had brought her here in order that the sexy Mexican girl could pursue their earlier woman-to-woman relationship which both of them had enjoyed so much at the store. A shiver ran through Peggy as she recalled that day, and now the prospect of being aroused by Selina in her present state was even more exciting.
Selina opened the doors, and the sun poured in even more. "No one can see us once we are lying down," she said, taking Peggy's hand until they had both dropped to their knees and then stretched out. "Mmnnn ... isn't that nice?"
Peggy was not surprised to find herself trembling. "Ye ... ye ... yes, it is," she managed to blurt out. Selina was still clutching her hand so that both her own and Selina's were knotted and wedged between their hips. It was not a position to encourage a lesbian relationship, and Peggy was puzzled.
"When you get back from New York, you'll have to tell me all about it," said Selina. "I love to hear about other people's sex-lives."
Peggy gave a short laugh. "There won't be anything much to tell you," she said, almost apologetically. "I usually visit three fashion houses with whom I deal, see what they have to offer for the coming season, and order what I hope will sell in Fairvale."
"But you make a point of visiting that special one first," grinned Selina, squeezing Peggy's hand.
"Of course."
"Do you take Judy with you?"
Peggy shook her head and smiled.
"You don't want any interruptions for your lover and you."
Peggy blushed, but said nothing.
Selina raised herself on one elbow. "Judy could stay here, you know." Her eyes fell immediately to the upthrust tits but a few inches away from her face. Without thinking, she brought her free hand to cover the nearest tit,. squeezing it gently and then massaging it slowly in a circular, lingering movement that made Peggy gasp.
"That would be too much trouble." The sensational feeling in her breast was unbearable.
"We're not busy and there are lots of empty rooms. Kathy could stay too. That way they'd be together."
Peggy shivered as Selina's fingers sank into the firm, velvety-smooth flesh. Her nipples were popping out and she could actually see them grow. As much as she wanted to talk about Judy staying at the motel, she found it difficult to keep her mind clear, even though such an arrangement would be ideal. She finally took a deep breath. "That would be wonderful," she managed to gasp, just as Selina moved her hand over to the other flaming tit. "God!" she murmured, shivering unexpectedly. "God, that feels wonderful." Then with a choking little cough, she found her own hand moving over to where one of Selina's magnificent breasts hung waiting. A moment later and Selina's moist mouth was pressing softly against her own.
For several minutes, both women found solace with their hands and tongues. Neither made any move to increase the stimulation, being content to lift and mold each other's swollen breasts. Each emitted the soft moans of rising ecstasy as their fingers found the most sensitive areas of the excited tits. Nipples were gently plucked and stroked, only to be released while each tit was kneaded.
Peggy closed her eyes, her head swimming. Selina had slid her tongue longingly into Peggy's mouth and now Peggy was sucking it avidly. Her other hand was free now and she quickly brought it up to Selina's other breast, bunching both tits so that the excited nipples were like fingers and waiting to be sucked.
Their mouths parted and Selina moved her face back so that she could stare at Peggy's tits. They were easily the most perfect breasts she had ever seen. She held them firmly for several more seconds, then with a choking groan from deep in her chest she brought her mouth down until her quivering lips had surrounded the towering nipple.
Peggy shook uncontrollably as the hot, wet mouth encased her tingling nipple. Her heels dug into the thick carpeting as her legs wandered helplessly everywhere. Just as she thought she couldn't stand another second of the hungry mouth on her breast, Selina's hand wandered with tantalizing laziness over her quivering belly and under the frail little triangle of cloth covering her cunt.
"Aaagh...." she whimpered, not knowing what she wanted, even if Selina had asked. "God ... no ... please." The bikini string around her hips was already down as far as her thighs, so that she could no longer fling her legs as wide as before. "Please, please Selina." Selina now had the bikini bottom as far as her knees, and she gratefully held her legs together so that Selina could do the rest.
Selina stopped sucking on the ripe, towering tit as Duncan walked through the door. She had suggested he join them exactly half an hour after she and Peggy had entered the apartment, but she had just about decided he must have lost his nerve. She nodded her head as he held his fingers to his lips, and then licked tentatively at Peggy's wet nipple as the older woman continued to moan and half sob with the sheer ecstasy in her tits.
To Duncan Talbot, Peggy Carlin looked even better than he had ever imagined. He had always seen her in tightly fitted slacks with either an equally tight blouse or sweater showing off what he suspected were fantastic tits. Now, stark naked and obviously in the throes of rising sexuality, she made his thick cock throb as it grew inside his pants, fighting its way into a powerful erection as his eyes roamed over the upthrust tits and the thick mop of blonde pubic hair which Selina was combing with her fingernails.
The first indication Peggy had that there was anyone else present was when Duncan Talbot came to stand beside her, his tall, athletic body casting a shadow along the length of her heaving, excited body. She opened her eyes and for one terrifying moment almost screamed as the truth suddenly burst into her lust-filled brain. Even then, before she could do anything but shiver, completely out of control, he had dropped to his knees, a wide, reassuring smile on the handsome face as his big powerful hands came out to take over from Selina. Then, as his fingers dug deeply into the flesh around the broad base of each tit, she gave a despairing groan, closed her eyes and gave up trying to do anything which would halt the wave of bliss which swept through her tits and downwards to her tingling cunt.
Selina was sitting back on her heels, her eyes wildly excited, like an animal's about to witness a kill. In her most vivid fantasies she had never dreamt it would be so erotically thrilling. She trailed one hand over the twisting, writhing thighs of the tormented woman, delighting in the way Peggy was now panting and whimpering in a coma of lust. Then, as Duncan kept milking and squeezing at the gorgeous tits, Selina lowered her face suddenly, planting a lingering kiss on the lush blonde hair of the pulsing cunt.
For several minutes, the only sound was the labored breathing of the quivering Peggy, broken by her anguished cries as the four busy hands continued their teasing arousal. Peggy was no longer capable of any clear thinking, and she kept her eyes tightly closed, content instead to suffer the sheer ecstasy of the expert hands.
"There, there," cooed Selina, softly, "I said I would share him, didn't I?"
Peggy managed a choking gasp.
"Duncan will get you ready for New York, won't you darling?" She moved one hand to stroke at the front of his pants. "Mnnn ... he's big already." She took Peggy's hand which was flailing between Duncan's knees and Peggy's hip, and placed it on his upthrust cock.
For a moment Peggy held it there, but then almost frantically, she opened her fingers and clasped at the rigid rod. "Oh God!" she cried, twisting her head from side to side, but somehow managing to keep her eyes closed.
"Wait," said Selina, softly. Peggy's enthusiasm was even wilder than she had ever expected. She had to practically pry open the fingers until she had lowered his zipper. Even then Peggy needed no help as her hand moved hungrily inside the fly and began searching for the cock she had to feel.
Duncan Talbot gave a grunt and straightened up. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined a woman could be so hungry for cock. Her hand finally grasped his cock and he helped her pull it out. Then for the first time she opened her eyes, the fierceness startling him as she began to rub and rub at the upthrust shaft.
"There's lots there for both of us," murmured Selina, her own excitement now mounting uncontrollably as she watched Duncan's cockhead strain and reach under the violence of Peggy's attack. She moved one hand into Peggy's hot cunt, squirming her fingers until the legs were flung apart, giving her more room to sink her fingers into the soft, yielding opening and stroke at the excited clit. "Isn't it beautiful?"
"Oh God, yes." Peggy's tongue was sweeping across her lips, her eyes focused on the towering cock as her hand continued to rub it up and down in a tightly clenched fist.
Duncan finally pried her hand away. "Let's see if we can take some of that excitement out of you," he grinned, getting to his feet and purposely taking his time to remove all his clothes. Selina had resumed molding one hand over one swollen tit, while the other continued in the hot, moist cunt which was oozing fresh cum.
Peggy watched, enthralled, every nerve ending like a static current, burning her flesh from head to toe. She had never actually seen a man naked, she realized, or even get ready to fuck her. Even her friend in New York was far too excited to waste much time on such theatrics, and he usually bounded into bed half clothed, just like her. She held her breath, Selina's busy fingers driving her insane until suddenly, Duncan Talbot was naked, and his massive cock and heavy scrotum were there before her startled eyes.
"He's well hung, isn't he?" said Selina, proudly.
"Ye ... I mean ... yes." She was reaching with one hand, surprising even herself. "Please ... please Dune...." There was a catch in her throat and she cleared it.
"I think she's ready, but let her feel it," grinned Selina. The way this little game was going far exceeded anything she had ever imagined. "Make her ready for New York, Duncan. Give her a good fucking. She's really ready for it, aren't you Peggy darling."
He had dropped to his knees again and Peggy was eagerly grasping at the enormous cock. Every muscle and vein appeared superimposed on the thick, swollen column and she rubbed it again, little moans bursting in her throat as her other hand flew to the massive sac to squeeze and fondle his balls.
"Beautiful, aren't they?" Selina's fingers were moving in and out of the soft, soaking wet hole.
"Yes ... oh yes."
"I think you're ready. You don't want to waste him, do you?"
Peggy's hands immediately released their hold, so that both Duncan and his wife laughed. Then, as he moved over between the long, shapely legs, Peggy's eyes never leaving the thick column of cock as it swung, boom-like, from side to side, she began to shake and tremble with excitement. Selina's fingers were still moving but parting the grasping cuntlips.
He moved over her, bracing himself on one arm while his other hand found his cock. It was so hard and excited it was difficult to press it down so that the head would find her opening. Finally it was Selina, now beside herself with excitement, who took the burning cock, guiding it into the welcoming slit. A moment later and Selina had slid her hand under the trembling ass, squeezing it rhythmically as Duncan slowly and steadily drove the throbbing cock into the hot, moist heat of the clutching cunt.
"Jesus, sweet Jesus!"
Peggy's groan of relief made both Duncan and Selina more excited than ever. Selina squeezed the firm ass again and managed to get her middle finger into the puckered hole, lifting the squirming ass so that her husband could get that last fraction of an inch into the pulsing cunt. Never had she seen such a fantastic thing, the thick ram-rod of cock tunneling its way into the gulping hole. A shiver ran through her and she was aware for the first time that rivulets of her own fuckjuice were running down her thighs and into the carpet.
"Beautiful, beautiful!" cried Selina, kneeling upright now, but managing to keep her hand squeezing under the fabulous ass with her finger still inserted and wiggling in the tight, quivering hole.
Duncan Talbot held his cock in, staring down at the twisting, writhing body beneath him. The body arched itself quickly, as if wanting far more cock, the tits like golden domes towering upwards as if attempting to reach him. He jerked his cock in after withdrawing it but an inch, the unexpected change taking Peggy by surprise. She tried to open her thighs wider and was rewarded with the sensational feeling of Duncan's massive ball sac as it slammed against the softness of her lower cunt.
"Oh ... oh ... oh ... please!" She flung her arms upwards and around his neck as he withdrew about four inches this time, hesitated, and then slowly thrust the thick pulsing prick inside. "Oh ... Holy Jesus! ... Please, please...."
"That's beautiful cock isn't it?" Selina's observation sounded more like a fact than a question.
Peggy looked up, panting. The expression on Selina's face was one of pride mixed with lust and anticipation. Her eyes were wide and full of expectancy as they studied the thick coil of cock which even now was withdrawing, shining with cum and readying itself for the next massive lunge into the shimmering hole.
"Wait," said Selina, her free hand moving to where the huge cock was partially withdrawn.
Peggy closed her eyes again and groaned. Just waiting for the next powerful thrust was bad enough, but now Selina's fingertips were moving around the rim of her pulsing opening, touching here and there and sending spasms of excited shivers to careen right up her cunt. She still hung desperately to Duncan's neck, trying to pull him down and hold him close. But so far he had managed to stay braced on his arms, readying himself for the big powerful thrusts she would have to endure for a satisfying orgasm. Peggy shivered again as Selina's fingers played and caressed the throbbing cock and the waiting cuntlips. The Mexican girl's other hand continued to squeeze the now hard ass and the finger seemed farther in, wiggling and driving Peggy crazy as she waited for Duncan's next thrust.
It came with startling suddenness. He grunted a warning, unable to stand his wife's deliberations any longer, so that almost involuntarily his massive cock thrust deeper than before. He managed to hold it fully extended for almost a minute, but then with a cry he started the rhythmical lurching, the dripping cock withdrawing and thrusting, withdrawing and thrusting with increasing speed as the shapely blonde beneath him twisted and writhed and shrieked with sheer joy.
Selina's own orgasm burst inside her aching cunt. Her finger in the jerking ass of Peggy was now well past the second knuckle as the woman's hips flipped in wild abandon. No longer could Selina even see the thick, rope-like column of cock as it whipped in and out of the gulping hole. She managed to extract her hand from between the slamming bodies, running her hand flatly now over the hard ass of Duncan as he continued to assault the gorgeous Peggy. A few seconds later and she was reaching over his ass and into the heaving gully of his thighs, her fingers finding the powerful balls which were one solid mass of heavy flesh. She squeezed them in time to his thrusts, urging him on and yet never wanting the ultimate to happen.
Peggy Carlin disentangled her arms from around Duncan's neck, and bunched her own, raging tits. She tried desperately to arch herself more and take in more cock. Never had she experienced such wild, chaotic fucking. She had dreamt about it, but it had never happened before. Both her late husband and the lover in New York had been small men. But this was real cock she was getting and it was reaching new ground, and with far more thoroughness than she had ever experienced before. She watched fascinated as Duncan slowly lowered his body to hers, a wild, almost animalistic look in his excited eyes as he stared at her towering tits. Somehow he still managed to keep up that determined thrusting, his cock thickening inside her and widening up her grasping cunt. Then she screamed out once as his hot mouth encased at least a half of one quivering breast, his tongue lashing at the nipple which was ready to pop out.
"There, there." It was all Selina could do to keep her finger in the tight hole, and her other hand on the swollen balls. "Beautiful, beautiful," she cried, beside herself with excitement. If anything, watching Duncan screw another woman was even more exciting than she had ever expected.
Duncan Talbot spread his knees, which in turn widened the welcoming thighs. He chewed and sucked on the magnificent tit, revelling in the way the blonde continued to cry and groan with increasing frequency. Any doubts he had about her being too shy, or too timid to enjoy it, had long ago disappeared. Now she was giving herself completely to the plunging of his cock. He wished he could make it last an hour. She had already had at least two orgasms and was building for the next. He switched tits, an excited jolt hitting his balls as Selina's face came to close to his. A moment later and she was sucking on the tit he had just withdrawn from. Then he realized he was coming, thickening, widening out the tunnel even more.
"Yes ... ye ... ye ... yes, oh yes!"
Peggy's cries only served to make Duncan and Selina do more. Selina withdrew her finger from the jerking ass, giving Peggy a new freedom to flip and reach for the driving cock. Her legs went everywhere, her feet pounding into the carpet as she alternately folded her knees and then straightened her legs in an attempt to find the best position for the thrusting, straining cock. Finally with a long, low moan, she folded her knees and threw her thighs wide. A split second later and the cock was stretching inside and the first explosive glob of cum had hurtled into her womb. She sucked in her breath just before it was reaching again and the second huge spurt had followed the first.
"No ... no ... please ... no...."
Peggy had no idea why she was shouting no. Every nerve in her body was seeking release. Release which only the powerful cock could bring about. Her hands released her tits, but the avid mouths continued to suck on her tingling tits. She grabbed handfuls of hair and attempted to pry the heads away, but now the cock was back to its plunging, strenuous thrusts and her body was wanting it more than ever. She hung on, panting and half crying as the delicious release swept over her, her orgasm washing and bursting around the intruding shaft as it slowed and emptied itself into the solace of her cunt.
CHAPTER SIX
"How's my favorite blonde?"
Duncan Talbot ran one hand over Judy Carlin's long, blonde hair as he sat down at the breakfast table. All the family were there in addition to Judy, Peggy having left for New York the day before.
"Fine thanks." Staying at a motel during her mother's absence was like a holiday to Judy.
"Everyone's fine today," countered Selina with a knowing smile. "There's no school today."
"Oh I see." Duncan picked up the newspaper and glanced at the headlines. "You going to be around, Eddy?"
Eddy speared a piece of bacon on his plate. "Sure dad. What did you have in mind?"
"Nothing special, but if you are, I think I'll drive over to Brockton for the day. We've a pretty good reservation list, so you can keep an eye on the front desk. And we have that Lions' club dinner meeting tonight. You might see if the room is ready."
"Tony know about that?" Tony was the jovial Italian chef who had once had his own high-class restaurant in Brockton, but which had failed. He was the one employee who did anything he wanted to do, simply because without him the entire organization would fall apart.
"It's on his sheet, but you may as well remind him.
No point in fifty hungry lions arriving and finding nothing to eat."
"Lions?" asked Judy, incredulously.
Selina laughed and patted the little girl's shoulder. "Not real ones," she assured her. "Just men acting like lions."
"Anything else?" asked Eddy.
"Not that I can think of." Duncan folded the newspaper as the waitress brought his breakfast.
Eddy pushed back his plate and found his cigarettes. As he was lighting one, his eyes wandered over to where Kathy Carlin was guiding two salesmen guests to their seats. She was wearing a white slack suit this morning, which showed off her fabulous tan.
Eddy still found it difficult to realize his good fortune in finding Kathy and having her work here. It was one thing finding a girl who enjoyed screwing, but to find one and have her practically live here and at the same time prove to be so efficient and reliable as an employee was almost unbelievable. He had now forgotten all about Debbie Strong, and her prudish little whims, and he was pretty sure Kathy had dropped her boyfriend. After all, he mused, neither of them needed anyone else when they could fuck regularly in the comfort of a good motel room and a big soft bed. He watched her joke and laugh with two more men as she led them to a table, one of the men affectionately patting her ass as she pulled out a chair. Eddy turned to find an ashtray. As he did, he found himself looking up into Selina's eyes. They had the same knowing smile in them that almost drove him insane.
Later in the morning, as he took a short cut across the patio from one motel block to the other, he waved to Judy and Bobby who were frolicking in the pool. He glanced around, finding no one else there except Selina lying face down on a chaise lounge and enjoying the sun. He proceeded to tip-toe over to where she lay, dropping to his haunches alongside her, and running his hand quickly over the bare, exposed shoulders and back.
"What the....!" She raised herself on her elbows just as he deftly unhooked the string-like strap of her halter-top, allowing for a brief moment her tits to hang bare and completely free. "You ... you...." She dropped herself back into the softness of the mattress in order to hide them. "You must be crazy," she said angrily. "You shouldn't do things like that out here. You don't know who might be watching."
"Want to do it inside?" he asked, impishly, his hand still moving rhythmically over her bare back, and even down to the huge dimple at the base of her spine.
She tried to reach behind and brush his hand away. "Stop it," she said, trying to sound angry, although the movement of the hard hand had brought the beginnings of a familiar warmth to settle in her loins. "Your father would kill you, and don't think some of those room maids wouldn't delight in telling him."
He had to agree, and he got to his feet. "I just wanted to see them again," he said softly, so that Bobby and Judy couldn't hear. "Thanks for letting me."
She had managed to fasten the hook and now she looked up, exasperation filling the pretty face. "Letting you?" she hissed. "Believe me, I didn't let you."
"Well I saw them, anyway, and that's the main thing. I mean, you wanted me to see them, like you always do."
"You're crazy." She adjusted the top as she spoke, noting how his eyes were glued to the bulges which were now more pronounced. "You act like a little schoolboy who's never seen a girl undressed."
"Well, I haven't."
"I bet." He had that knowing little smile hovering around his mouth that always infuriated her.
"I thought while daddy is away, mommy could teach me about the birds and the bees."
The suggestion intrigued her, but she had no intention of doing something stupid and which she might regret for the rest of her life. She turned over on her back, found her dark glasses, and put them on. Now she could stare up at him without feeling he was staring back. Then she noticed the prominent bulge at the front of his jeans, another little thrill coursing through her groin as she realized how she had aroused him.
"You don't want to be a good mommy and teach me about the birds and the bees?" The smile was quivering around his mouth, as it always was.
"If I thought it was necessary, I would. Unfortunately, I think you could teach the birds and the bees something."
"Thanks, but I'm not really that good."
"Well! You've certainly changed your tune. Usually, you're telling me how good you are, and how worried you are about me not getting enough." She ran her hands flatly over her soft, round belly. The look in his eyes was one of raw lust.
"I was just shooting my mouth off." He managed to smother his smile, replacing it instead with a hungry, boyish look of complete innocence.
She removed her sunglasses and looked at him, startled. "You're kidding!"
"It's the truth." He had just noticed two silky black hairs which were curled out from beneath the skimpy little triangle of cloth which covered her pubic mound.
"Are you trying to tell me you've never had ... a ... a girl?"
He shook his head despondently. "Never."
A wave of pity, followed by an intriguing feeling of sexuality, ran quickly through her veins. "I just don't believe that," she said, shaking her head in disbelief. "I thought all you kids nowadays just sexed with each other like mad." She wanted to believe him so that she could use his innocence as an excuse to have a little fun with him. "That Debbie, and that Kathy?" she. asked weakly, the idea of him needing some instruction now fascinating her.
"Just teasers." He shook his head and looked more doleful than ever. "I get so ... so ... so frustrated."
A wave of pity swept over her. "I bet you do," she said, sympathetically. The ache in her loins was now a raging storm, and she sat up with her arms braced behind her so that her halter-top flared open to reveal the swollen roundness of the lovely tits as they nestled almost totally exposed inside. She looked up quickly, the look in his eyes almost frightening her as he took in the twin mounds in all their beauty. She glanced at his crotch and thought she could just make out the upthrust stem of his young cock. "I'm sure that Kathy there would help you out," she said, more for something to say than anything else. If they had been anywhere else but here on the patio she would have had to give up and reach for his zipper and at least see and play with his cock. It wouldn't be as thick or as powerful as his father's, of course, if it had never been used. Nevertheless, judging by the size of the bulge in his pants, it would be exciting enough as he rammed it into her. Not like little Bobby's which was only good for sucking.
He managed to drag his eyes away from the tits, and look in the direction of the dining room. "You just don't go to a girl and ask her to let you screw her."
"I suppose not, but you could work her up to it. Good heavens, don't you know the first thing about it?" She was getting impatient, not with his innocence so much as with her own inability to take the bull by the horns and decide to teach him.
"No, I don't know anything, honestly. With mom passing on and everything." Mention of his dead mother always worked well for anything he had wanted from Selina.
"Well ... well, I'll talk it over with your father." She had no intention of doing anything of the sort, but she watched to see what his reaction would be.
But he remained calm and thoughtful. "If you think it would do any good," he said, a little sadly. "Fathers usually take their sons to another woman-a prostitute, or a mistress, or something."
Selina looked at him crossly. She had heard of that back in Mexico. In fact she was reasonably sure her own father had taken at least her older brother to a brothel one night. She became more jealous the more she thought about it. "Well, let me assure you, your father doesn't have a mistress," she said indignantly. Then, with a touch of sympathy in her voice, she added thoughtfully. "I'd hope he wouldn't even know of a prostitute to take you to." She lay back suddenly, fought an impulse to adjust her halter-top, and said, "You'd better get some work done. Did you remember to talk to Tony about the Lions dinner tonight?"
'Yes. I suppose you're right. I'll see how Thelma is getting along at the desk."
Selina listened to the soft padding of his crepe soles on the patio blocks as he walked away. Her crotch felt wet and she tried to pull at the tiny triangle to give her cunt some air. Then she tried to clear her mind and sort out a plan whereby she could have fun with Eddy's cock. It had to be in such a way as to make him believe she was helping him and that it was really him who was obligated, and not her. She closed her eyes and started thinking.
Half an hour later, shrieks of laughter from both Judy and Bobby in the pool brought Selina out of her reverie. She sat up in time to see the two children recovering from a wild melee of arms and legs at the shallow end. Bobby was frantically pulling at the zipper of his swim trunks, while Judy was having problems slipping one strap back over her shoulder.
Selina swung her long legs off the chaise lounge and wandered over to the side of the pool. She crouched down and kept her voice low as she smiled knowingly at the two youngsters. "This is no place to tease each other like that," she said softly. "Besides, it's almost lunchtime." She held out her hands so that each could take one, brace a foot on the edge of the pool, and then bound up as Selina took the strain. She ignored the crimson which had entered the cheeks of each child when she had accused them of teasing each other. Instead, she grabbed the towels, giving one to each so that they could dry themselves as they headed for the motel.
Outside her suite, Selina patted Judy on the back. "You go in with Bobby," she said, matter-of-factly, "and I'll get your clothes from the other room."
On her return, she locked the door and then found Bobby searching in the fridge for cokes. When he had found them, Selina opened them, suggesting they sit on the sofa and enjoy them. She then sat beside Bobby on the edge of the sofa so that she could talk to both of them. She wasn't sure exactly what she would say. Her own excitement was brimming over. What with Eddy and the revelation he was not the virile, fucking machine she had always imagined him to be, and then the two youngsters openly arousing themselves in the pool, it had been quite an erotic morning. She watched them suck on the coke bottles for a moment, noting first the little hard-on Bobby was still sporting, and the outlined tits of Judy as she put her head back and drained the drink.
"You had fun out there this morning, didn't you?" Selina asked, quietly.
Both children looked at each other and laughed.
"Well, it's quite alright having fun out there," Selina went on, trying to keep her voice dispassionately soft, although her own body was shaking with spasms of lust, "but when you want to touch and feel each other, you should come inside. It's perfectly natural to want to do that, and it is perfectly alright to do it, but inside. You see, someone may be looking, and they may not like it."
Bobby nodded his head, but Judy was looking strangely across into Selina's face, a questioning look in her pretty blue eyes.
"You're not cross?" she asked.
Selina laughed. "Good heavens no. I had brothers and we always had fun together." Bobby had finished his drink and Selina took the bottle and put it to one side. "Would you like to see Bobby's cock?" she asked, softly. "I know he wants to show you it." Her hands were actually shaking as her own excitement mounted.
"Oh yes," shrieked Judy, clapping her hands together and sitting up, her eyes wide with anticipation. "May I, please? May I?"
Selina took Bobby's hand, although the boy appeared reluctant to get to his feet. When he did, he tried to face Selina but she firmly turned him around. "Let Judy have a look," she coaxed him, "after all, all boys are pretty proud of their cock. Here, I'll start the zipper for you." She held the top of the swim trunks until she had pulled the zipper down an inch.
The expression on Judy's face was indescribable. Her eyes were like saucers and she was trembling with excitement.
"Don't be afraid. He has a lovely cock."
Judy's little hand came out, hesitated, and then finally tugged at the zipper. As she did so, Selina unfastened the tight little button at the top, so that when Judy did manage to edge the zipper down, the front flew open to reveal the upthrust prong.
"Oh golly!" Her mouth was open and her eyes focused on the soldier-like prick.
"Isn't it sweet?" Selina was just as excited as the young girl. She reached around the quivering boy until her fingers could close on the little cock, the warm softness filling her tits with a dull ache as she squeezed and pressed down until the torpedo-like head had suddenly burst free.
Judy glanced quickly at Bobby's face, his expression of suppressed excitement fascinating her. "May I?" she cried. "May I please?"
Bobby never answered, but shivered in reply. A moment later his step-mother's fingers had released his cock only to be replaced immediately by the tiny hand of Judy. He gave a soft groan then as his excitement overflowed, the aching and longing in his young balls like the beginning of a storm.
Selina dropped to her knees and moved around so that she could watch the expression on both of their faces. Bobby's was one of utter relief, while Judy's was one of impending anticipation. Judy had moved to the very edge of the sofa, her small hand and the throbbing little prick but a few inches from her face. Selina put her hand on the girl's shoulder, and then very gently and softly moved it over and down the shaking girl's back.
"Very gently," murmured Selina, beside herself with excitement, "not too tightly, see!" She covered Judy's .hand with hers, opening the fingers slightly, until they were grasping the pulsing stem loosely, before Selina could guide the hand up and down. "Isn't it nice?"
Judy made a choking sound as Selina's hand returned to her back. The liquid smoothness and the warmth of the rigid young prick had brought a welling warmth to her little tits and itching cunt. "It's ... it's ... it's beautiful." She sank her fingers to the base, the way Bobby jerked startling her at first, until she did it again and he responded the same way.
"That's it," Selina cried, encouraging the young girl whose breathing was now erratic as she became more intrigued with the straining cock. "See how he loves that?"
Judy nodded her head, and changed hands as if by doing so, it would add to her own pleasure.
"Don't forget these," smiled Selina, reaching under the hard little cock and cuddling the boy's balls in the nest of her fingers, "but very gently, or it will hurt, and we don't want to hurt Bobby do we?"
Judy gave a deep sigh as her fingers cupped, the tight little balls. "Oh, they're beautiful," she whispered, Bobby's sudden jerking making her even more intrigued and very hot.
Selina watched approvingly as Judy finally pulled ort the miniature balls as she rubbed at the reaching cock. "That's perfect, isn't it Bobby," she said excitedly. "Now Judy and you can have fun anytime you wish ... but," she warned, "always inside where no one can see you." She moved her hand slowly over the straining back of the young girl and then slid her fingers under the shoulder straps of her swimsuit, edging one and then the other over the little sloping shoulders until it finally fell to her waist. Then Selina laughed delightedly, as Bobby thrust viciously against Judy's hand, the tiny pink head of his cock reaching and straining as his eyes took in the twin pear-shaped tits. "See how excited he gets when you show off your tits?" pointed out Selina, moving partly behind the shaking girl so that she could reach around and take the little tits in each hand.
"Oh gracious." Judy had been so wrapped up with the lovely little cock and the now firm bag of miniature balls, that she hadn't realized her breasts were now out-thrust and bare for Bobby to see. She shivered excitedly, as Mrs. Talbot's hands molded themselves lovingly over them, her thumbs moving persistently over the quivering little nipples until they finally burst free and budded like orange pits. She shivered again as the hands held them cupped, while Bobby, shaking and obviously losing all control, stared, wide-eyed at the shapely young breasts.
"You can feel them." Selina waited until his hands were reaching out. Then she ran her hands down over the girl's waist and hips, pushing at the swimsuit until it was down to her knees. "May as well take it off and let Bobby see you," she suggested softly, and as Judy tried to raise herself, "that's it, right off, that's a girl."
Judy stood up now, her naked beauty almost too much even for Selina. She ran her hands over both of them, feeling the powerful yearning of their lust as Bobby squeezed the tormented tits, and Judy continued to rub and massage his raging genitals.
Selina sat back, watching them. Never had she expected it would be so easy to teach and encourage the two children. Both were on the verge of a climax, their young bodies trembling uncontrollably. She tried to decide what the next stage should be, her eyes going to Bobby's straining prick which had already lubricated itself and was shimmering and wet. She sat up and placed a hand on each of their backs, slowly pressing them together so that both children stopped what they were doing and impulsively wrapped their arms around each other.
"Oh my!" The exquisite softness and warmth enveloped the excited girl. The feel of the upthrust little cock as it nestled hungrily into the velvety smoothness of her belly, was unbelievable, and she found herself jerking against it, but she didn't know why.
Bobby wrapped his arms more tightly around her, his hips flipping and out of control as he tried to bury his burning cock more deeply into the softly yielding flesh. "Jeez!" he whispered, as Judy sank her face into the curve of his neck and just hung on.
"Doesn't that feel good?" Selina ran her hand over the hard, young asses, squeezing her fingers into the warm, succulent flesh. She continued to stroke, undecided what to do. Then as cautiously as she could so as not to frighten them, she let her hand move over and edge into the narrow space between their soft, liquid smooth bellies. A few seconds later and her fingers had closed around the upthrust rod, now covered with boiling cum, pulling it down as the boy whimpered with relief until it was sliding with tantalizing slowness along the pulsing slit of the frantic girl.
For several seconds, Judy was overcome with sheer delight. The hard little shaft had parted her cuntlips which had been screaming for attention and itching like mad. She heaved a sigh of relief but found it didn't help. She moved her arms from around Bobby's waist and flung them around his neck, finding to her delight that she could now squirm her hips more solidly against his. This in turn allowed her cunt to slide back and forth along the top of his cock, the sensation being out of this world. She did it five or six times, the way Bobby was moaning and grunting only adding to her own pleasure.
She might have carried on doing this, her excitement strangely accelerating all the time and not sure why, but Bobby, with an exasperated groan, brought his arms from around her. The next thing she knew, his hands were kneading and squeezing at her tits. She shivered excitedly, gave a whimpering, despairing cry and then attempted a longer, more prolonged slide along the wet pole of his cock. A moment later and she had moved her hips too far, the head of the throbbing young cock almost popping over her pubic mound.
"Oh no," she cried, unable to bear the thought of losing the sensational feeling of the cock near her cunt. She whipped her eager hips forward again, startled when it hurt for a moment, and then to the joyous clapping of Mrs. Talbot's hands and the excited cries of both her and Bobby, felt the first unbelievable sensation of being entered. She gulped air frantically as the welling wave of sensuousness filled her. Then, as if her body was not even hers to control, she clung desperately to Bobby's neck, her hips thrusting and recoiling as if they would never stop.
If Selina thought she had reached the peak of excitement when she had watched Duncan fucking Peggy, she now knew it was nothing compared to this. The two virgins were beside themselves in the torment of the screwing. Neither had reached the peak, but were teetering on the brink, not quite dropping over although Judy's persistent lunging would soon suck Bobby's cock dry. She watched, fascinated, the young, healthy bodies slamming against each other, Judy now lifting one leg and throwing it rapturously around the boy's leg as she tried to get more cock.
"Here, here," Selina cried, wondering why she hadn't thought of it before. "Down on here, darling." She pointed to the sofa and then held the shaking girl until she had thrown herself down along the sofa, her eyes staring longingly at the hot, wet cock which was once again upthrust. She flung her legs wide, her chest heaving from all the energy she had just expelled, the pear shaped tits boldly sloping upwards as if inviting Bobby again.
"There, now, gently on top of her," said Selina, her own lust out of control as she watched the young boy mount the girl. Then her hand was between his thighs, grasping at the slippery cock and she was guiding it into the waiting cuntlips, a feeling of sheer ecstasy coursing into her cunt as she watched the look on their faces as the slim, hard prick slid in.
It was several seconds before either had regained the momentum of their lust, but then Judy was clinging once more, hanging on and gasping for breath as Bobby finally settled in and began a wild series of thrusting penetrations. His step-mother was kneeling beside him, rubbing his back and reaching into the narrow gap between the young, flailing thighs. A moment later and she was cradling the swollen little balls. They reminded her of pigeon eggs, although now they were swelling and almost as one.
"Nice and easy," she whispered. Her entire body was trembling and the crotch of her bikini bottom was soaking wet. "Nice and easy, and Judy wants it all. No short little jabs, but nice big ones like a big man." She had no idea what she was saying because her mind was a hazy, lust filled cloud. All she knew was that from the expression on the girl's face she was about to have an orgasm. Her eyes were wide and the pupils were disappearing under the top lids, while her hips were flipping madly in an attempt to get more cock. Suddenly she flung one leg up the back of the sofa, the other flailing madly the other way, her foot pounding on the carpet as she gave one last heave to meet his thrust.
Selina tightened her hold on the firm, young balls, felt them shudder as they released the cum. "Wow!" she cried, excitedly. Then Bobby was driving his boyish prick in and out in a series of grinding thrusts that had Judy flailing her head from side to side, her long hair tangled across the pretty face as she fought frantically for breath. A few seconds later and he had slumped onto her gasping body, his tongue tentatively licking at the straining tit nearest to him, his cock still rigid and sunk in the hot, wet warmth of her quivering cunt.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was late when Peggy Carlin returned from New York. She had to fly from Brockton, the nearest airport to Fairvale, but Duncan had assured her he would meet her, thus saving her a ten dollar cab fare. Besides, she had agreed it would be more sensible to spend her first night back in Fairvale at the motel, rather than having to pick up Kathy and Judy and take them home.
Now as she walked across the airport apron toward the terminal building, she was surprised to find herself excited at the prospect of being home again. Usually after her visit to New York and the satisfying screwings, she returned with some regret, knowing she had nothing exciting to look forward to until her next visit to New York. She studied the sea of faces in the terminal, a tingle coursing through her as she finally spied Duncan, waving and grinning at the back of the crowd.
"Hi!" he greeted her, taking the little overnight case she was carrying, and squeezing her hand. "Is this all the luggage you have?"
Peggy laughed happily. "I only take a toothbrush," she said out of the corner of her mouth as he slipped an arm around her and led her to the entrance.
Once in his car, he turned and kissed her on the mouth. It was a long, warm kiss that she had to break suddenly for lack of breath even though his hand on her tit was wonderful.
Thought I'd better not do this inside the airport," he grinned, his fingers closing in around the base of the fabulous breast. "Someone from Fairvale might not appreciate it." He squeezed the tit briefly and then moved his hand to her knees. She was wearing a fashionably longer skirt and it was several seconds before he found the hem. By then he was kissing her again, his hand moving teasingly up the length of the luscious thigh to the very top where his thumb stroked gently over the crotch of her panty-briefs.
When their mouths parted, she said, "You've no idea how wonderful it is to have a man to welcome you home." His hand was moving restlessly at the top of her thighs, bringing wave after wave of excitement to her loins.
"Did your friend look after you in New York?"
She nodded her head. "Thanks to you and him I feel like a woman again."
"We'll have to see you don't get into that awful state you were in the other day."
The crimson swept into her cheeks, making her look even more beautiful in the darkness of the car. "I was awful, wasn't I?"
"You were beautiful, and very excited."
"You must have thought I was a sex nymph or something. I just went wild and I didn't know or care what I did."
"That's what made it so beautiful." He kissed her again and she spread her thighs, giving him room so that his fingers could close on the excited cuntlips.
"Jesus, Jesus," she whispered, "and I thought I'd had enough."
Duncan Talbot laughed. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about for a few minutes."
"Keep on doing that and you'll have to talk while you fuck me."
"No, seriously! We want you and the two kids to think about moving to the motel."
She looked askance. "Whatever for?"
"I think you could have an exciting life there." He was restricting his hand to stroking down one warm, soft thigh and up the other. "As you know, I'm going to be desperate for staff. We wondered what you would think if we were to make you sort of manageress, possibly as hostess in the dinner club and in charge of the waitresses and all the scheduling. It's worth a good salary, and it's getting beyond me. Even when Eddy finishes school this summer, he and I will have our hands full looking after the rest of it."
Peggy was visibly shaken. "That means I give up the boutique. I've had a nice living from it."
"Why not keep it? You have two capable women running it, who would probably welcome the additional hours work when you wouldn't be there." He shrugged his shoulders and brought his arm from along the back of the seat so that now he had two hands under her skirt, each caressing a grateful thigh. "Just think about it for a while. I've spent a lot of time in Brockton lately arranging for a new south wing to the motor inn. They're starting on Monday, and I've included a three bedroom apartment suite which would be ideal. And of course," he went on, grinning, "there would be all the side benefits you would want as well."
Peggy shook her head in dismay. "I'd love the job," she admitted, thoughtfully. "It's something I've always fancied, working in surroundings like that."
"It needs someone with their head screwed on right, and we've such a big business now I'm afraid it will be ruined by lack of proper management."
"I still cannot get over the fact that Selina isn't jealous, though."
He squeezed both thighs at the very top. "Listen, she's been a different woman since she met you, and she loves both Kathy and Judy. I was beginning to worry about her, and I think with you there and being a part of the Inn, she may just become interested in it herself. Think about it, and I hope you'll give it a try." He patted her thighs, withdrew his hands and started up the car.
As he moved out of the parking lot, Peggy moved over and snuggled against him. She moved her hand over his thigh and into his crotch, her fingers closing on the bulge and feeling his erection.
"Are you always big and ready?" she asked, quizzically.
"Almost always," he retorted. "Almost always."
Meanwhile, back at the motel, Selina was half-heartedly watching T.V. She was looking forward to Peggy returning and staying overnight, but she was miffed at Duncan who had disappeared to Brockton every afternoon while Peggy was away. She knew he was seeing architects, lawyers and bankers, but it had been almost a week since she had been screwed in the afternoon, and she much preferred impromptu screwings during the day than a regular fucking at night.
To make matters worse, it had been a particularly nice week, so far as the weather was concerned, with the result that most of the salesmen staying at the motel disappeared in the mornings, had a late lunch, and then proceeded to loaf and drink by the pool all afternoon. Being the only woman present, it was only natural that she would be subject to meticulous scrutiny. This didn't bother her. She loved it. But it was hard on her sex nerves, as she called them, making her impatient for sex which-with Duncan away-was unavailable.
She had taught Judy to suck Bobby's cock, the young girl proving to be a capable and ardent learner. She had more difficulty with Bobby, who was naturally shy and reticent, and he never had mastered the technique of eating Judy's cunt. He couldn't even find her clit, which had made Selina impatient and out of sorts with the boy, because by then Judy had become so excited it was necessary for Selina to finish the girl off herself.
Looking back on it all, it had been a rough time, especially as Judy and Bobby were back at school and away all day. Selina had even considered seducing one of the salesmen, all of which had stared at her longingly and were obviously wishing they could get into her. But the motel was their livelihood, and as much as Duncan loved fucking, he was always aware how easy it was for a motel to get a reputation. Instead, she moped most of the afternoons, enjoying only the admiring stares of approval from the salesmen whenever she wandered onto the patio or swam in the pool in the briefest bikini she had ever owned.
If there had been one redeeming event, apart from teaching Bobby and Judy sex techniques, it had been this morning when Eddy and she had finally met in a sexual collision which still had her reeling and even now brought a warm, sensual glow in her groin.
She had been lying in the sun most of the morning, which was something which always amused Duncan. She had such a dark complexion and her skin was a Spanish gold which gave it the appearance of being tanned all over. Near noon, she had a swim, eventually dragging herself out and heading for the motel after picking up her towel from the chaise lounge. As she did so, she caught sight of Eddy coming from the direction of the motel laundry. He wasn't at school today as his final examinations were to start tomorrow.
As Selina neared the swinging doors leading into the motel, she saw his reflection as he followed her. He was making no attempt to catch up, but his gaze was obviously centered on her firm, round ass as she purposely moved it from side to side in the rhythm of her walk. On her way up the stairs, she forced herself not to look back. More than likely he was going to the front desk, or the office for something, but she did not want to give the impression she was interested. She was therefore pleasantly surprised on nearing the top of the stairs to see his reflection once again, this time in the glass case containing the fire equipment.
A few moments later and she had entered the suite, closing the apartment door behind her as if she had been completely unaware of his presence. Once inside, however, she quickly loosened the bikini-top but held it in place as she tried to listen, the familiar warm glow starting in her genitals and sweeping up quickly to envelop her tits.
She almost jumped when the knock finally came. It was several seconds before she could steady herself enough to ask who it might be.
"Just Eddy."
She stared, fascinated as the door handle moved. "Yes?" she asked, trying to keep her voice calm and unconcerned.
He stepped into the living room and closed the door behind him. "Where's dad?" He was wearing only a tight pair of jeans and rivulets of perspiration were running down over his youthful chest.
"You know he went to Brockton." She watched as he walked toward her, her hands clutching the brief little top which covered her tits. "What do you want?" she asked, a little sharply.
He came to a halt in front of her and she moved back six inches until the back of her legs touched the sofa. "I wondered if you'd had a chance to talk to him." He had a funny little smile curling the corners of his mouth, his eyes roaming over the softly rounded shoulders and taking in the deep, dark cleavage between her breasts.
"He ... he ... he's been too busy."
He looked dejected. "Could I just look at you?" He brought his hands up slowly as if to take away the flimsy piece of cloth.
"No."
His hands came to a stop in mid-air. "Why not?" He had adopted the hang-dog look intended to bring out her sympathy.
"You mustn't touch me." She lowered the bikini-top and threw it carelessly to one side.
For a moment she thought he would faint. He expelled both lungfuls of air, his eyes widening as he beheld the fully ripened tits, standing out-thrust. His lower lip trembled but he dropped his hands to his sides, content for the moment to feast his eyes on the magnificent tits.
"Why ... why not?" he managed to stammer. "Just touch them, that's all for Christ's sake. Just touch them."
But she was shaking her head. "After all, I am your step-mother. I mean, it wouldn't be right." She looked at him, sympathetically, her breathing more rapid and the beautiful breasts rising and falling. Her eyes watched the sweat now streaming over the firm, muscular young chest, the taut belly muscles, and into the waistband of his jeans. "You can look but don't touch." Her eyes came up to hold his as she managed to inject a look of fear into them.
His cock was a pillar of fire, jerking and throbbing so that he was sure she would notice it as it thrust itself upwards inside the tight jeans.
She smiled suddenly. "I'm sorry," she said, pretending to choke. "I've thought about it and it wouldn't be right."
"But just to see you and touch you," he pleaded. "Christ! That isn't asking too much."
"But you're so excited." She sounded as if she was trying to reason with him.
"No wonder." Again his hands came up, and she shrank back, hunching her shoulders. "Please?"
"Please don't touch me with your hands."
She was holding up her face and shaking her head at the same time, her mouth partially open and her little pink tongue moving nervously over her upper lip.
He moved his face down toward hers, expecting her to twist her head at any moment. But his mouth finally found hers, a wave of violent lust sweeping over him to settle in his balls. Then his mouth sank into the hot wetness of her lips and he was startled as her tongue moved teasingly across his lips, parting them eventually and moving inside as he fought to keep his hands away from her fabulous tits.
Her nipples touched his chest and she shivered with surprise. He nibbled on her tongue, bringing static little quivers to course all through her loins. Then she moaned softly, from deep in her throat, her hands moving to his shoulders. Then downwards over his chest and belly. A split second later and her fingers were grappling with his jeans until both they and his undershorts had fallen at his feet.
With youthful exuberance his hands flew to the swollen tits, touched them and were instantly flung aside.
She twisted her mouth away. "No," she snapped angrily, her eyes on fire. "I said no touching."
"Christ! You're driving me out of my mind."
Her hand had taken his cock, which was shockingly hard and curved, her fingers closing in around the top and deliberately moving downwards so that the upthrust shaft reached and strained in a series of jerking thrusts.
He stared at her, incredulously, as she slowly looked down, her other hand reaching under the pulsing rod to clutch at his balls and stretch them as she rubbed. He made a choking noise, his eyes watching the bulging nipples now erecting themselves, perfectly centered on the fully rounded tits.
"You're very excited." Her voice was so low he almost didn't catch what she said. "Has it ever been sucked?"
He made a choking sound and spread his feet, her hands like soothing balm as she worked busily on his genitals. "No," he croaked, knowing he was lying and finding it unbelievable that his step-mother, somehow, knew anything about cock-sucking.
But she dropped slowly to her knees and pried his throbbing prick down so that the shimmering head was pointed toward her face. She released his balls briefly and used her free hand to slip the bikini brief over her hips. Then very slowly and delicately, she pushed back the slack flesh of his ramrod cock, resumed her tight hold on his balls and before his startled eyes, placed the tip of the pink, pulsing head against her lips.
She nibbled contentedly while the youth twisted and rocked in the throes of sheer lust. The cock was about six inches long, far more slender than his father's, and almost white. His balls had not reached their full potential, although the scrotum was thickening quickly, the wrinkled pouch filling up even though she had yet to insert the iron-hard cock inside her mouth.
To Eddy Talbot, merely staring down at the smooth, almost golden body kneeling before him, with the fantastic globes hanging suspended beneath, was enough to make him come. He tried to hold back in order to enjoy her attention, yet his balls were like cauldrons, boiling furiously and ready at any moment to ejaculate his cum. He squirmed and groaned with wild abandon', his arms reaching down in order to cradle and squeeze the magnificent tits, hanging like Chinese lanterns and swinging gently as she moved her chin and hands. But then at the last moment, he disciplined himself, knowing that the moment he touched them, she would withdraw in anger once more. He spread his feet wider and she rearranged her clutching hold on his balls. Then, just as he thought he couldn't stand another second of her torturous adoration, she opened the full, sensuous lips and pressed them around the steaming head of his cock.
"God! Please, please!" He had almost called her mommy, as he always had when wanting to tease her. "No, please, no." His hands flew to her head and his fingers grappled wildly. in her hair. Her tongue was going wild, flickering over the sensitive head, lashing and teasing it and sending wild, shivering thrills to cramp his thighs. "No, no. Please!" He was going to come and he wanted to warn her. Her fingers around his balls were like a moving sea of worms, and his cock was straining and reaching deep in her throat.
She withdrew her mouth slowly, looking up at him, a look of complete indifference in her eyes. "You mustn't come in my mouth," she said, softly, as if admonishing a little boy. "Not in my mouth, okay?" Then her mouth opened wide and she pressed her firm, wet lips around the thickening cock, moving downwards much farther before her tongue finally took over to stroke and lick at the stem.
"Jesus, Jesus. No, no." His hands had grabbed twin handfuls of long, black hair and he pulled on them upwards, as if riding a horse.
But she sucked contentedly on his cock, her finger jammed against the sperm cord in his balls, holding back the boiling semen which was striving to be free. When she thought he could stand it no more, she withdrew her mouth once more. "You mustn't come in my mouth, do you hear?"
His balls felt like baseballs, her hold like a vise. His cock was actually ejaculating, but there was nothing to come. She opened her mouth and moved to encase the quivering, shimmering wet cock once more. And then suddenly, it was over.
For one hectic moment, Eddy Talbot decided he would come in her mouth. Then, for some reason, his eyes again took in the curved beauty of the woman below him. There was a brief flash in his swirling brain, and then, before even he had realized what was happening, he had reached down to her shoulders and flung her outstretched on the thick carpet beneath their feet.
The move took Selina by surprise. She had expected it earlier, when she had first taken the excited cock in her mouth. Then she had decided he would never do it. Now as she fell over onto her back and she saw him hurl himself onto her, wave after wave of unmitigated lust swept over her, her cunt a bubbling hole as she tried to give the impression she was fighting him, and yet allow him at least a brief screwing to keep him interested.
He managed to fall between her legs, throw his body over hers and grab her hands. Either by good fortune or good management, his cock was at her crotch. A quick squirm against her writhing body and he managed to thrust his pulsing cock to the hilt, following up with a series of wild lunges amidst her cries of surprise and feigned disgust.
She tried to give the impression she was fighting like a wildcat. The young, slender cock was like heaven in her cunt, but she fought and twisted, allowing him at least six good thrusts, before twisting her face away from his, and shouting, "No, please, Eddy, no. Your father will kill you."
Eddy was too busy expelling energy to waste time talking. His hips were moving like a well-oiled machine, his cock feeling the unforgettable warmth of her welcoming cunt.
"You mustn't. Eddy! No, Eddy. No." She managed to throw him finally, but in the ensuing struggle, he swept her arms behind her, grasping her thin wrists in one hand so that he had one at last free.
His free hand flew to one upthrust tit, his fingers moving over it and tugging at the bulging nipple.
"You're raping me. Don't Eddy, don't."
"You've been wanting this for a long time." He tried to pry open her legs again, so that once more his cock could enter her hole.
But this time she managed to keep him out. His wet cock was dribbling thin strings of fuck-juice against her thighs and she longed to lick it. "Your ... your ... your dad. He'll...."
But Eddy didn't care. His cock was a raging poker, wanting to be immersed in the liquid of her cunt. He stopped squeezing her tit and used his hand to push open her legs, finally managing it until he could kneel between them, completely unaware that she had allowed him to do just that.
"Listen darling," he gasped, fighting for breath as he ran his free hand over the swollen globes and then down into her crotch, "you've been asking for this for a long time." His fingers groped at her opening, pulling on the swollen lips and making her twist and moan. "Like that, don't you." She was very wet and her cum was dribbling out of the bottom of her cunt. He parted the lips, holding them wide, his fingertips bringing surges of lust to both Selina and him. Then very determinedly, he moved the head of his cock to the slit, pressing it in, his eyes watching her face as the unbelievable release spread slowly over her beautiful eyes.
This time his cock felt good. She was tempted to give up the game and enjoy his thorough fucking. Something stopped her and she whimpered, as if in pain, delighted when he did nothing but thrust his young, healthy cock to the top of her cunt. A moment later and he was thrusting again, somewhat surprised that she offered no resistance, but too excited to suspect she had been fooling all the time.
"Yes, darling, you just love that don't you?" He was stroking it into her with full, sensational thrusts. "I told you didn't I? The old man isn't satisfying you." He spread his knees against her thighs, widening them. "Isn't that something, uh? Isn't that something?"
"Your father ... your father...." He wasn't quite giving her the full length of his cock, and she pretended to struggle, with an appropriate groan, but managed to widen her thighs a little more. "He'll ... he'll...."
But Eddy Talbot no longer cared what she or anyone else thought. "He ought to thank me," he managed to gasp, slowing his thrusts and stretching his cock in the warm, searing heat of her luscious cunt. "You're even more beautiful than I'd thought you'd be," he grunted. "Yes, even a better fuck than my wildest dreams."
She decided he'd had enough. She pulled on her wrists which were painfully folded behind her and over which her back was draped, raising her fabulous tits to thrust against his face. He chose that moment to sink his mouth on one luscious nipple, driving her insane as he sucked and nibbled on the exploding tit. But then, in a frantic lunge, she toppled him over onto his back, surprising him, and in one fleeting moment, she was astride him, her hands pinning his wrists to the carpet and her body managing somehow to hold him spreadeagled on the floor.
They stayed there, breathing heavily, his eyes focused on the swaying tits, hanging but a few inches from his face. His cock was actually emitting little spurts of cum, and he tried unsuccessfully to jerk his hips and somehow find her cunt. He failed and lay there glaring up at her, the amused little grin around her eyes infuriating him.
"Have you had enough?" she asked, quite pleasantly, which startled him.
"What do you think?" he asked, morosely.
"I don't know. That's why I'm asking. I don't know how much a young boy needs the first time."
"It isn't the first time," he said resignedly, turning his face to one side. The magnificent tits were swaying above him and making him come.
"I suspected it wasn't." She was lying because he had convinced her he was a virgin. "Do you behave like this with Kathy."
"How do you know it is Kathy?"
She grinned this time. "Because a young stud like you is not going to let someone like her get away without tail."
He nodded his head, undecided how to play the game from now on. Before he could make up his mind, Selina was moving back over his trembling young body, her shoulders and beautiful tits falling until he had impulsively freed his hands to grab at one.
She let him suckle on it a moment, the youthful body shivering unexpectedly as she closed her thighs and braced his throbbing prick. Then in a gentle twisting movement of her hips, she trapped the head, held it against the pulsing opening of her cunt. A moment later and she was gasping delightedly as the jerking cock swept upwards into the far reaches of her cunt.
For five minutes, Selina moved only her hips, her gulping, grasping cunt drawing and sucking on the upthrust shaft. She slid one hand behind her and found the swollen balls. They reminded her of pullet eggs and she pulled and squeezed at the eager little nuts. She found the sperm cord and held it as he groaned. Then, as the young body beneath her shook uncontrollably, she withdrew her finger, adjusting her position more squarely over him before starting the mounting rhythm which would bring them both release.
Afterwards, when he lay there exhausted, his chest covered in sweat and rising and falling as he fought for breath, she moved downwards over his body, her hands taking the still-hard prick and holding it up straight. Almost reverently, she moved her face closer, and as he quivered and shook in complete abandon, she licked at the glimmering head before taking the tired cock deeply into her throat, sucking on it tenderly until finally it was dry.
CHAPTER EIGHT
A month later, Peggy Carlin awoke and stretched herself lazily on the huge double bed. One thin sheet covered her legs and she kicked it aside and stretched once more. She was completely naked and her magnificent tits strained and quivered under the torture of her stretching.
A glance at her watch told her it was a little after eight, and she turned her head in the direction of the other bed, a slow smile spreading gradually over her pretty face as she studied Selina Talbot and her husband quietly sleeping in each other's arms. Both were naked, the morning sun casting a warm bronze glow over the two dormant bodies. A shiver of excitement coursed through Peggy's veins as she sat herself up to study the happy couple once more. Selina had her arm under Duncan's head, so that his face was snuggled against one light brown breast, his lips but a fraction away from the flaccid nipple. He had one hand on the curve of her hip, while she had one nestled against her pubic mound where it had obviously fallen after holding the enormous cock when she had fallen asleep.
Now Peggy knew it was Saturday morning. Ever since she had agreed to take on the job Duncan had offered her, she had gratefully accepted Selina and Duncan's invitation to spend Friday nights with them. The new apartment in the motel wing under construction would be ready in another six weeks. Meanwhile, she and the girls lived in town during the week, moving to the motel on Friday nights for the weekend. It wasn't the best of arrangements, but Judy and Kathy didn't mind sharing a double room. And Peggy would have been the last person to object to her arrangements. She had a room of her own, for appearances' sake, and She usually occupied it on Saturday nights, but Friday was her fun night, as she called it, while Selina usually referred to it as service night.
She swung her long legs off the bed, and strutted, still stretching, toward the window, parting the drapes about a foot so that she could look out over the deserted pool. The dinner club had been packed last night, most of the patrons being from Fairvale and of course known to Peggy. Tonight would be the same and Peggy smiled. In the four weeks she had been hostess, she had never failed to be surprised at the various couples who were carrying on-as she put it-in the small town. Even the banker, who was a pillar of the community, invariably appeared on Tuesday nights with Carol Lemming-a twenty-five year old redhead who ran the beauty parlor in town. They always wanted the table for two around the corner, near the dance floor, enjoying dinner and a drink or two, before leaving quite early and taking a room to continue their evening out. Last night, just as he did every Friday night, the banker arrived with his wife.
There were dozens of others, and Peggy found it intriguing. She also found it erased the last vestige of her own guilt, and now she turned and walked over to where Selina and Duncan were still in a deep sleep, surprised and a little startled to see his upthrust cock in an impressive erection. She was tempted to reach out and grasp it, but instead she stretched once more and slipped quietly into the bathroom.
After fifteen minutes, she had just stepped out of the shower when Duncan staggered in. He yawned and took her in his arms, her wetness making him shiver as he kissed her hungrily on the mouth. His massive erection buried itself eagerly into the soft warmth of her belly, and he moved both hands teasingly down her back to finally squeeze her ass.
"Good morning," he grinned, when they finally pulled apart. His hands still squeezed her firm ass cheeks, holding her in place as his cock stayed buried in her belly.
"Good morning, boss," she countered. "I see you're still in good shape this morning."
He slapped her ass. "Always," he admitted, still grinning as he stepped into the tub and behind one half of the glass door, leaving the other half open. "Did you sleep well?"
"I had a wonderful sleep." She had been exhausted when the dinner club closed at two. Then she and Selina and Duncan had made three-way love, reviving her at the time, but leaving her completely wilted when it was over. Now, once again, she felt fantastically healthy.
Peggy dried herself thoroughly, her eyes wandering invariably to the image of Duncan Talbot behind the glass door, the hot spray of the shower sending clouds of steam tumbling through the gap above the tub. He had just finished soaping his chest and now his hands were down around his cock, rubbing and flexing the upthrust prick as he turned his back to the shower to enable him to lather the heavy clump of his magnificent balls. Peggy threw the wet towel into a hamper near the door, just as it was pushed open.
"Hi! Good morning." Selina was sleepily rubbing her eyes.
"Good morning," grinned Peggy. "All refreshed and ready to go?"
Selina studied her husband's image through the glass. He was still lathering his genitals, one hand twisting and turning around the huge, rearing stem. "I'm ready for a little screwing," she quipped, raising her arms and stretching for a moment before cupping her tits and squeezing them affectionately.
"I'm just finished," Peggy assured her.
Selina shrugged her shoulders as she stepped into the tub. "Stay if you like," she said, matter-of-factly, her hands going out to take over the task of lathering the big cock.
Peggy grinned and walked into the other room. She was quite satisfied with the present arrangement, she decided, and there was no point in overdoing a good thing. The last thing she wanted to do was wear out her welcome.
At breakfast, both families sat around the table, which was in fact two pulled together hastily by Duncan and Eddy in order to accommodate them. It was Kathy's day off and she looked more beautiful than ever as she sat beside her mother, the similarity of their appearance never failing to force Duncan or Selina make some remark. This morning was no exception.
"I think one of the biggest attractions a place like this could have is you both," he said, folding his newspaper and then finding there was no room at the table to read it. "Never a day goes by but someone is startled by the resemblance."
"She's my daughter all right," laughed Peggy.
"She sure is," agreed Duncan, wondering if Kathy was as good in bed as her mother. Eddy had all but admitted he was screwing the teenager regularly, and she was certainly thriving on it if her tits were anything to go by. ''We had a good crowd last night," he said, finally disposing of the newspaper under his chair as a waitress proceeded to serve them all breakfast.
"It's been good all week," pointed out Peggy. "Since Tuesday anyway." She had Sundays and Mondays off, but usually put in an appearance in the afternoon to check on the dining room staff and have a swim in the pool with Selina.
"Next week we'll get the crunch."
"Is that the first convention?"
"They'll be checking in all day Sunday, so Monday will be hectic." He looked at Kathy who was buttering her toast. "Monday morning will find you running your little ass off," he said, laughing.
Kathy shrugged her shoulders. "I don't care," she said, brightly, "I love it anyway."
"You're certainly doing a terrific job at it. I guess all the guys love you." Duncan could see why, with those splendid tits of hers bouncing around as she walked between tables. "And you'll have your work cut out at night," he went on, looking at Peggy. "Are you planning on coming in Monday of that week."
"I sure am. I'm planning on always coming in when there is a crowd on hand. Sylvia is very good, but a big crowd keeps you moving."
Duncan Talbot looked at Peggy appreciatively. She had taken a load off his shoulders now that she had taken over the supper club and dining room. She also added elegance to the place, as well as having the ability to handle male guests, making them happy without spreading her legs for every Tim, Dick and Harry. Kathy had the same ability, apparently, but with the teenager, none of the hairy travellers really expected to get into her pants.
Selina, who had been quiet, now helped Bobby with his bacon. "Are we going to the cottage?" she asked.
"I thought we'd go tomorrow," replied Duncan. "We'll get away early and take a lunch." He turned to Eddy. "Maybe you'd like to see to that. Chicken sandwiches would do, and maybe a bottle of wine."
Eddy was pushing his plate away. He had been studying Selina's tits jiggling inside the blouse she was wearing, as she cut the bacon. "Sure dad. Are we all going, or just Peggy, you and mom?"
It was the first time he had called Selina, mom, and it startled her. She looked at him from beneath lowered lids, a quizzical expression on her face.
He stared back at her and then purposely dropped his eyes to her tits.
"We could all go," said Duncan, thoughtfully. Then, as he thought more about it, he added, "Well, one of us should stay, I suppose."
Eddy made a gesture of indifference. "I'll stay. I don't particularly want to go until you finally decide on the lodge. Then we could both go and do some planning."
Duncan nodded. He had become so enthused with the new addition to the motor inn that he had temporarily lost interest in the lodge. "Might be as well if you stayed here. Kathy can come with us, if she wants to, hut we'll take Bobby and Judy anyway. They'll enjoy the lake and I'll get the boat out."
Judy and Bobby both grinned and clapped their hands.
Later, when only Selina, Peggy and Duncan remained at the table, Peggy said, "I think Bobby was the best thing that ever happened for Judy. Even her school work has improved and she acts like a different child."
"She's not exactly a child anymore," pointed out Duncan. "She's developing beautifully, if I'm any judge of females."
Selina laughed and patted his arm. "You're a very good judge, darling," she said, laughing. "Peggy and I know that, don't we Peggy?"
Peggy nodded her head emphatically.
Selina glanced around but there was no one else near. "I agree, though, your Judy is a darling and coming along nicely. She even seduced poor Bobby the other day." She had been dying to tell someone about the two youngsters, and now seemed an appropriate time.
"Really?" Peggy stared at Selina in disbelief. She had never had the easy-going relationship with Judy she had enjoyed with Kathy. She had followed the same routine, but Judy had proved quiet and secretive when it came to sex, whereas Kathy, once she had started dating had come to Peggy and suggested she go on the Pill. In fact Kathy had admitted that once a boy fondled her tits, she just knew sooner or later she would go all the way. Now, with this startling news about Judy, Peggy was a little surprised to find she, was actually pleased. "When?" she asked, excitedly.
"One afternoon. It must have been a month ago, when they came out of the pool and went to our suite alone. I surprised them, and I guess they'd started off getting excited with each other in the pool, which led to some childish feeling each other up. By the time I caught them, they had reached the stage where Bobby-or maybe it was Judy-was getting it into her."
Duncan laughed. "That's good news for me," he said delightedly. "I've been worried about the boy, and there is absolutely no communication between us."
"It was a mistake sending him to that boy's school," said Selina.
"I know that now, but at the time, with his mother gone, I had no choice. Except maybe, I should have chosen a coed school. Anyway, if he's starting to act like a boy, I'm delighted."
A warm glow had settled in its usual place in Peggy's cunt. The idea of little Bobby Talbot fucking Judy excited her, and she wished Selina would give more details.
"I must admit, I'm pleased to," allowed Selina, thoughtfully. "I was beginning to think he might be homosexual." She gave a short laugh before going on. "Of course, I think it is Judy who is the aggressor," she said, winking at Peggy whose expression was one of excited curiosity. "At least, anytime I have caught them, it has been Judy doing the instructing."
Peggy was now beside herself with excitement, and she couldn't wait to hear all the vivid details of Bobby's seduction. "They say you can't start too young," she said, grinning.
"I started when I was ten," countered Selina, "and it hasn't done me any harm."
Duncan pushed his chair back from the table. "Not a bit," he admitted, "except I think I may have to train another man to give me a hand."
Both women laughed derisively.
Again Selina looked around before speaking in a low voice. "Peggy and I were just trying to figure out how we could recruit another woman," she said, her eyes twinkling. "You're thriving with two and better than ever."
"Thank you," he quipped, with a straight face. "I never felt better." He was bending down to retrieve his newspaper. "Either of you want to be serviced before I go to work?"
They both waved their hands in a gesture of despair.
Later, the same day, Duncan Talbot was standing at the front desk, lighting a cigarette and glancing at the reservations list. There were eight bookings for this evening, and he was wondering why people were coming to Fairvale on Saturday. He then remembered they had a wedding reception booked for this afternoon, and possibly the reservations were made for out of town guests who wished to stay overnight.
Joanna Simms, who was duty desk clerk, came from out of the back office and stood beside Duncan. "Kathy reported the toilet running in 442, Mr. Talbot," she said. "Do you want me to call the plumber?"
Duncan shook his head. "I'll have a look at it first myself. May only be stuck, or something." He handed her the reservation cards to re-file.
Outside room 442 he knocked quietly. He was reasonably certain it was empty, having seen Kathy and Judy with the two older women by the pool just half an hour before. When there was no reply, he pulled a pass-key from his pocket and opened the door. As he did so, Kathy Carlin walked out of the bathroom.
"Oh! I'm sorry, I knocked and didn't hear a sound." Kathy had just showered and slipped into a flimsy cover-all, not even bothering to tie the loose belt as she was sure she was alone. "That's okay," she said, smiling nervously as she became suddenly aware his eyes were taking her all in. "Did ... did you want ... want to see me?" she asked.
He was walking over to where she stood, his eyes full of excitement as he continued to take in every detail of her young, partially covered body. "I came to see if I could fix the toilet."
She suddenly realized her little gown was open, her hands moving to overlap the sides quickly. There was no mistaking the interest in his eyes, she decided, and a ripple of tingling excitement coursed through her veins as she realized just how much of her he had seen with the gown barely covering but one half of her young, swollen breasts. "Oh!" she murmured, trying to steady her nerves. He was still the most handsome male she had ever met. "Well ... you can go ahead. I'm finished in there."
Now he was standing in front of her, looking down into her eyes, the dark eyes studying her and the big, muscular chest and shoulders excitingly outlined in the knit wool shirt, which was light blue. "You're not shy, are you Kathy?" His voice was soft, almost caressing, and his fingertips touching her bare flesh as his hands caught the sides of her gown, brought a welling feeling of warmth to her tits.
"No." Her voice didn't sound like her own. For a moment she thought she was going to faint, but then she released her arms from across the front of the gown, allowing him to slowly, almost reluctantly open it up. Then as she fought to smother a bursting sob in her throat, she watched him step back, still holding open the flimsy, skimpy gown as his eyes travelled over the luscious upthrust breasts and down to the fluffy blonde crop of silky hair covering her crotch.
"Yes, you're every bit as beautiful as I thought you might be."
"Really?" Her mind was in a daze, partly from the teasing, sensual foreplay she had endured in the pool at the hands of Eddy, and now under the admiring gaze of the man she had secretly adored. Ever since she was about twelve and had first seen him in town, he had been her dream man. She had even masturbated in bed at night more times than she cared to remember, and each time he had fucked her and fucked her to an explosive orgasm. "I mean, do you really think I'm beautiful, Mr. Talbot?" Her confidence surprised her, and she stood there, trembling, but excited under his gaze.
Now he was pushing the flimsy fabric over, her shoulders, and she merely stood there, waiting for it to fall.
"Yes," he murmured, thoughtfully, as if she wasn't there, "no wonder you give every guy a hard-on."
It fell with a rustle at her feet, and she caught her breath as his hands moved to her tits, molding themselves over the velvety smooth flesh and lifting them in unison as the nipples slowly popped up under the stroking of his thumbs.
"Do you get a hard-on, Mr. Talbot." For some amazing reason she was no longer frightened. Instead she was dimly aware of her growing excitement. It was as if her dreams had all come true, and both she and Duncan Talbot had entered a dream world of their own.
He was still kneading her tits, the firmness and the softness bringing an ache to his balls. He did not answer but took time out to take her hand, placing it against the rising bulge at the front of his slacks, before resuming the squeezing and fondling of the luscious tits.
"Oh you do, don't you Mr. Talbot." She had done this countless times in her fantasies in bed. "Yes, I can see what you mean, Mr. Talbot." She was shivering in anticipation, her tits on fire and the twitching of her young cunt now unbearable.
"Think you could handle something like that, Kathy?"
She closed her fingers on the thick shaft, hampered by the cloth of the double fly, but still able to feel the stiffness of the cock she had dreamed about so often. "Yes," she heard herself say. "Yes, I certainly want to try." Her fingers fumbled with the zipper, finally drawing it down as he shuddered for the first time. A moment later, and she was edging her little hand inside, moving the maze of clothing and then, with a start, feeling the hard unyielding flesh of his upthrust cock. "Good grief," she sighed, unable to believe the thickness and pulsing strength of the massive organ.
Her small, warm hand tried to clasp his cock and he swayed for a moment, unable to believe the startling little shocks which were coursing through his balls. He groaned as she proceeded to pull and finally extract the towering cock from its hiding place. Just the thought of the young teenager even looking at it would have been enough. Now, as she stared down, her blue eyes wide and using both hands to encase his raging prick, it was all he could do to halt the onrush of semen which was mounting in his testicles. He bunched her magnificent tits, watching the nipples which were now fully blossomed. Then, with a choking sound, he dropped his head, his mouth moving over one arrogant nipple as he started to suck and lash it with his tongue. She reached with one hand, under his cock, her young, tiny fingers groping at his scrotum, gathering in the egg-like nuts and pulling on them gently as she had in her dreams. "Oh, they're so big," she whispered, her body now shaking uncontrollably. Then her other hand was gliding down the length of the straining cock, her fingers unable to fully encompass the thick, throbbing shaft. "Is this what keeps Mrs. Talbot so happy?" she asked as she stared excitedly at the straining red head, like an enormous mushroom and actually pulsing as she held it firmly around the base.
"I guess so." He licked at one nipple and moved his fist to re-bunch the firm, young breast. His other hand was at her back and he was moving it flatly over the entire length, settling finally on her ass which he could almost contain in the outspread hand.
Kathy gave a nervous little laugh. "I can readily see why," she whispered. Just the fact she was holding another woman's personal cock was enough to fill her with excitement. "But it's so big." She brought her hand up again until the huge head was covered, her other hand clutching the heavy sac of balls tightly and then massaging them all over. She had always thought Eddy's cock was about as big as they came, but this monster was at least nine and possibly ten inches in length, and goodness only knew how thick. She had a fleeting dream of Mrs. Talbot struggling beneath him as the enormous cock slid slowly into her cunt, the Mexican girl's legs flailing wildly during the effort. But then Duncan Talbot was forcing her back toward the bed, and she finally sat down abruptly, her hands still fondling the huge cock and her eyes, now that it was but a few inches away and immediately in front, wide with young lust. "Holy Mary, what a cock," she gasped. "What a beautiful hunk of tail! Oh God, it's unbelievable."
Her enthusiasm was driving him mad. He fanned her tits, which were more beautiful than ever. Then, because of the look on her face and the way she was so avidly playing with his genitals, he gave up fondling the hungry young breasts, placing his hands on her softly rounded shoulders so that he could simply watch her excitement grow. Not since he had first screwed her mother had he been so excited himself. He moved his feet farther apart, thrusting his hips forward, a burst of boyish pride filling his chest as he proudly presented his cock to the enthusiastic young girl.
She released his balls, making a choking sound at the same time. Then she used both hands, clasping the upthrust pole firmly before moving her hands slowly downwards to the thicker base. The helmet-like head flared eagerly before her excited eyes, and almost immediately a skim of fresh cum shimmered over the pulsing dome. "Oh no," she cried, despondently, "oh no, he mustn't come."
Duncan closed his eyes and ran his hands over the liquid-smooth shoulders, his fingers scratching into her hair which was spread, like a mantle, across her shoulders. When he looked down, she was staring up at him, concern on the pretty face.
He shook his head and smiled even though the lust in his balls seemed about to burst. The firm round tits with their fully sprouted nipples appeared to be more inviting than ever, and he impulsively leaned forward so that his hands could reach outside of hers, each one eventually finding a firm young tit and cupping it.
Her eyes went back to the straining cock. "He mustn't come yet," she whimpered, moving her face forward and then resting her cheek against the upthrust shaft. Never had she experienced such overpowering excitement in her body. Even her feet refused to stay still, and her thighs and knees were constantly slamming against each other and quite out of all control. "Please don't let him come."
"You're making him pretty excited."
She turned her face quickly, holding the huge prick but an inch or two from her face. "He's beautiful," she murmured, her tongue moving across her lips and trying to wet them. "Does Mrs. Talbot kiss him?" she asked, her voice full of huskiness and lust.
A tremor ran through him, and he tried to control it. "Sometimes."
Her small hands grasped the wide base more firmly, the fingers of one pressing down on the thick clump of balls underneath. For a moment she stared at the bloated redness of the straining head, then closing her eyes she moved her full sensuous lips to the knot at the very top, twisting and turning her mouth in a lazy, teasing fashion until Mr. Talbot had shuddered once, and then once again. "Like that?" she asked, purposely keeping her voice soft and child-like. "Does Mrs. Talbot do it like that?" Just the thought of the Mexican woman doing this added to her excitement.
"Yes," he groaned, "just like that. You're doing beautifully, Kathy." He squeezed and milked at the swollen tits which were hanging down as the young girl stayed, bending over, her face but an inch from the towering cock. As he watched her little pink tongue came out, curled, touched the knot again. "Jesus!" He managed to pull himself together. "Yes, and sometimes she licks like that," he gasped, beside himself with excitement as the teenager proceeded to plant stinging little kisses down the length of his blazing cock. She licked again at the top as he tried to go on. "And ... if she is very excited of course, then she...." He couldn't bring himself to suggest she suck it. " ... gives ... him special attention."
She licked avidly at the throbbing head. "I'm very excited, Mr. Talbot," she murmured, knowing now that he was even more excited that she was. "Special attention, did you say?" He was actually trembling and she wanted him to come right out and say she should suck his cock.
"Yes," he managed to groan.
She pulled the massive organ down, finding it difficult even though she used two hands. He helped by leaning forward, shaking all over in anticipation as the youthful little hands continued to rub and stroke at his burning prick. And then she kissed the soft, rubbery head, kissing it again before opening her mouth wide.
"Yes, Kathy darling. God yes."
Her mouth was as wide as possible, but the gigantic dome failed to pass inside. She worked her lips in the pulpy meat, a burning desire to suck the fabulous chunk of cock through her teeth bursting in her brain. Yet try as she might, she couldn't open her trembling jaws farther as the cock spurted a little stream of hot fuck-juice onto her tongue. She licked it dry, the tip of her tongue digging wantonly into the minute hole on the cockhead. Then, frustrated and choking with disappointment, she finally withdrew to stare at the cock in disgust.
The sight of the young, staggeringly beautiful young girl staring disappointedly at his cock was the last straw. Duncan Talbot, trembling violently, and sure that he was about to shoot his entire load, gently pushed the teenager back until she lying outstretched across the huge bed. He moved his quivering body nearer until his muscled thighs were against hers, his upthrust cock throbbing excitedly as his hands moved gently over the velvety soft flesh.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she cried, a relentless series of shocked shivers coursing through her veins as she stared longingly at the thick upright prick. "Please, please," she whined, her hands reaching out but never quite far enough.
Duncan Talbot moved his hands flatly out of the thin crop of blonde hair, spreading his fingers over the delicious, creamy softness of her belly, up over the fully ripened tits, squeezing them excitedly as she twisted and turned her head. Her head was covered with tangled strands of long blonde hair, and when he looked down, his cock was dribbling impatiently, slivers of fuck-juice joining the mushrooming head with the lusciously rounded curve of her pelvis and cunt. He continued squeezing her tit as his other hand moved down, his fingers grasping at the swollen cuntlips so that she immediately folded her knees, bringing them up onto the bed and then spreading them wide. A moment later and he was forcing his cock into the horizontal position, ignoring the young girl's anxious cries.
"Please! I've got to...."
The pulsing head parted the wet lips, and he eased it gently inside. He had to spread his feet wide apart to adjust the height properly. As he did so, her cunt enveloped the head itself, her swollen little lips grasping firmly around the ridge of his cock, sending wild static thrills to sweep through his balls. For one frightening moment he thought his cock was about to empty itself immediately. But then, with a valiant effort, he controlled his excitement enough to prepare himself, his hands sliding under the firm young ass, and squeezing the hard perfectly rounded cheeks.
"No! Yes, oh yes, please!" Her arms went everywhere, reaching toward him and then flailing madly in wide arcs.
But then the eager prick was penetrating the welcoming cunt, sliding upwards and widening the tunnel which was so ready to accept it. More and more he pushed, the cunt tightly encasing his blazing cock and bringing another wave of wild excitement to careen around his balls.
"Holy God!" Her face was almost invisible, her hair a tangled web of blonde mist covering almost all of the pretty face. "Yes, yes, God yes!" Her hips were flipping in an effort to get more.
He moved in the last two inches carefully. It was new territory, he knew. Previously undiscovered, unpenetrated, and widening under the pressure of his cock.
"Ye ... s! Oh man, yes!"
Her cries were those of a woman experiencing a fucking for the first time. For one frightening moment he wondered if she was a virgin.
He grunted in relief, thrusting the base of his cock against the opening of her cunt, holding it there while he shook uncontrollably. "Like that?" he asked, fighting for breath as another shock wave of lust swept over him.
"I love it. I love it," she cried, reaching for his neck as he lowered his face to suck on one of the fabulous tits. She was wiggling her hips, marvelling at the feeling of the thick, hungry cock in her cunt. "I love it ... owww ... yes, God that's beautiful." Her hand went to the back of his head as he started sucking, holding it there in case he should escape.
"Does Eddy feel this good?"
"No." She had answered without thinking, and her hips, flipped again, their thighs slapping against each other's. "No, not this good."
He was happy then. He would never have forgiven himself for depriving some young guy of the opportunity to open her up. He gave a deep sigh, licked at the bulging nipple, then with a determination that surprised him, he started the steady, methodical fucking he knew she must have.
Her first orgasm burst with a gush of fresh fuckjuice. It did nothing to dampen her enthusiasm. If anything her young body became electrified, the thick creamy cum lubricating her cunt so that the massive prong could glide and slide even easier than before.
Duncan Talbot parted the cheeks of her ass, his thick forefinger groping wildly at the base of her pulsing slit, gathering the wetness and then plunging into her ass.
"No! Oh yes!" She was gasping for breath, her excitement running over. It was like being penetrated by the cock of a big bull, she decided, her raging tits now bunched so that he was nibbling on each with renewed vigor. "Aaaah ... she groaned, not caring if anyone heard or not. All she wanted was for the big, healthy cock to keep up its plunging onslaught. She brought up her knees, crushed them against his wildly thrusting hips. Then she lay back, moaning and whimpering and hoping it would never end.
But it had to end, and the growing ache in his balls told Duncan it was time. He moved over the girl and she quickly adjusted her grappling knees, straightening her legs in a final gesture of despair, and then throwing them over his hips and locking her ankles on top of his back.
Three deep thrusts downwards into the hot, wet slit and he was holding her, pinned down and listening to her cries. They were those of an animal waiting for the inevitable, and she held her breath. Her arms were everywhere now, as she threw them around in wild abandon. Then she was reaching around her own trembling thighs, around his and grasping for his balls. A moment later and she gave a long groan, her little fingers closing on the hairy clump of eggs as the thick cock inside her pulled and throbbed.
"Yes ... yes ... yes...."
Her excited cries spurred him on, and he withdrew about three inches, before thrusting it back in. As he did, the hot boiling semen rushed up from his balls, exploding into her clutching young cunt as if trying to suck him clean.
"Yes ... yes ... God ... oh ... oh...."
The force and quantity both staggered her. For one awful moment, she thought she would drown. She fought for breath, the outpouring frightening her, but then her own orgasm burst and Mr. Talbot had come alive.
His cock emptied itself after two magnificent thrusts. She flung her legs wide so that he could enter her quickly, his hands leaving her ass and massaging her thighs. Then, with a steady, rhythmical series of thrusts, he brought her gratefully to earth, her wild young hips lunging willingly toward his, her cunt wrapping itself around the thrusting cock each time it plunged eagerly into her delirious cunt.
Later, when they had recovered after lying side by side, he turned his head to stare at the pretty face which was staring at the ceiling. He put his arm out and moved it across the slim waist. "I'm sorry," he said, softly. "I shouldn't have done that."
She turned and looked at him, a puzzled expression on her face. She then raised herself on one elbow, moving closer and putting her mouth against his. For several minutes she held the kiss, her little tongue eventually slipping through her hot, wet lips and stroking against his, from side to side. "Why would you be sorry?" she asked, child-like. "I've dreamt of you doing that for years."
"You have?" He couldn't believe anyone under forty would particularly want him, except Selina of course, who had probably married him for his cock.
"Don't ever say you're sorry to me," she grinned, running one hand over the mat of thick hair which covered his chest. "I've always had a torch burning for you. Most girls at school have." She ran her hand over his hard belly, laughing as it quivered beneath her fingers. Then she grasped the partly flaccid cock, squeezing it with her fingers as she kissed him again. "I just hope you won't make that the one and only time you get into me," she whispered, a new excitement coursing through her as the huge cock jerked under the pressure of her hand.
CHAPTER NINE
Duncan Talbot staggered to his feet about thirty yards from the shore of the lake, wiping his face and squeezing the water from his hair. As he did so, both Peggy and Selina surfaced before him, managed to brace their feet on the bottom and at the same time lunge toward him, catching him by surprise. For a split second he tried to make a grab for either one, but then under the continued onslaught, he lost his footing and was thrown backwards into a maelstrom of water.
They had all eaten shortly after arriving at the cottage. Then they had enjoyed a couple of drinks before going for a swim, Bobby and Judy taking the heavy row boat which Duncan had launched so that the children could amuse themselves.
The swimming had deteriorated into a frolic now that Bobby and Judy were far enough away. Both women had managed to grab at Duncan's crotch, making appropriate appreciative comments and making him very hard. In return Duncan had unashamedly helped himself to feeling and grabbing at the lusciously firm tits of both women.
Now, as he fought to recover from their latest attack, both Peggy and Selina were headed for the shore. He flung himself into a fast crawl, managing to grasp Selina's ankle and bring her to a stop. A moment later and she was struggling in his powerful arms, thrashing in the water until, with a forlorn scream, she found her bikini-top missing, and one of his hands roaming teasingly over her bare, excited breasts.
Peggy could have escaped but made the mistake of returning into the melee, whereupon Duncan immediately released his wife and concentrated his attack on the screaming Peggy.
A glance over his shoulder told him both children were still far enough away. He then proceeded to pin Peggy's hands behind her, while his free hand tore at the little string holding the vee of the bikini brief. It broke under the pressure and he managed to find the skimpy triangle of cloth, dropping it into the waistband of his swim trunks as a distraught Peggy searched desperately for the missing fragment of cloth.
By now, all three were exhausted. Selina stood panting, wiping at her face and then moving her hands over the fully rounded tits. Peggy gave up looking for the bottom half of her bikini, and instead fought for breath, an amused expression on her face as she watched Duncan staring at her exposed crotch.
"I need a drink," said Duncan, finally.
"I wouldn't mind a fucking," grinned Selina, turning to see where the children were. "Good lord! The kids are coming back," she cried, turning and wading out of the water.
She was immediately joined by Peggy who had given a startled shriek. Duncan moved slowly, not being exposed, and eventually stood watching the two women running toward the cottage, Selina's magnificent tits bouncing and bobbing, and Peggy's bare ass moving rhythmically as she ran.
"I knew we shouldn't have brought the kids," Duncan sighed to himself. Then in a louder voice, he added, "I'll make the drinks."
Before he did, he returned Peggy's little triangle of cloth, holding it up in the bedroom of the cottage where the two girls had hidden themselves.
"You rat!" exclaimed Peggy making a grab for it and then leaping away from him as his hand unexpectedly moved over her cunt.
Later, as they all sat on blankets outside the front of the cottage, sipping their drinks, Bobby, and Judy beached the rowboat and then joined them.
"There are cokes in the cooler in the back of the station wagon," said Duncan.
"I'll get them," replied Bobby, as Judy found a corner of the blanket next to her mother and sat down.
Peggy brushed hair from her daughter's face. She still found it hard to believe the young girl had been fucked. If anyone else but Selina had told her, she would never have believed it. Yet the young girl's tits were obviously developing, filling out the halter-top which only a few weeks ago had been childishly flat.
Bobby returned with the cokes, handing one to Judy and then throwing himself down beside her. Both Selina and Peggy noticed the affectionate look on his face as the boy proceeded to study his friend.
Peggy put her drink to one side, and reached for the sun tan lotion she had brought. "You're lucky you don't need this," she said to Selina, as she rubbed some on one shoulder.
Selina laughed and finished her drink, holding out the glass until Duncan had taken it. "You should let Duncan do that for you," she said, winking at Duncan. "He has perfect hands for applying a lotion."
"Sure, I'd love to," he said, grinning and moving past Selina to be beside Peggy. "Where do you want it?"
Peggy made a funny face, but turned over to stretch out on her stomach. A moment later Duncan's huge hands were moving across her shoulders, rubbing in the lotion with a pleasing, soothing motion.
"How does that feel?" he asked, moving to kneel beside her waist on one side.
"Beautiful."
He continued to move his hands in a circular motion, still high and near her shoulders. When it was all rubbed in, he stopped long enough to unfasten the little string of her bikini-top, and then found more lotion and started on her back.
With the parting of the bra string, the triangles of cloth covering her tits fell abruptly onto the blanket, exposing the side of one rounded breast to Selina, who closed her eyes in a gesture of despair, and the side of the other perfectly shaped tit to the two children.
They watched Duncan with interest as he continued to move over Peggy's shapely back. Judy was licking at the top of the coke bottle, a far away look on her face, while Bobby who was sitting on the other side of Judy, moved pointedly in order to get a better view. His interest in tits had grown considerably in the past few weeks after playing with Judy's. The way both he and the girl could get excited intrigued him.
Duncan noticed the boy's interest, and continued to apply more lotion, this time moving to the firm, rounded buttocks, his hands squeezing into the warm, exposed flesh. The bikini brief consisted of the smallest of triangles to cover her cunt, the remainder being thin string like strands which surrounded her hips and one which disappeared between the cheeks of her ass, leaving the shapely cheeks curved and ready for his hands.
Peggy was gasping by the time he had moved to her thighs. She spread them without thinking, and the next time his hands moved onto her she actually shivered. His thumbs moved perilously near her cunt before his hands shifted downwards over the back of her tingling thighs.
"I told you he was good," said Selina, noticing how Judy was now showing more interest in what was happening to her mother. The young girl had stretched out on her side propping herself on an elbow, her eyes never leaving Duncan's hands as they moved back and forth over Peggy's thighs.
Bobby, now that Judy was almost lying down, found the view and what his father was doing very interesting. He forgot himself once and pulled nervously at the crotch of his denim swim trunks. Duncan noticed the boy's discomfort, and he glanced at his wife. She smiled and nodded her head, a startling, sensuous warmth creeping suddenly into her tits.
Duncan slapped Peggy's exposed ass. "Okay now," he said, surprising her, "over you go and I'll do that front."
Peggy had been lying with her face on one side, and facing the children. The expressions on their faces, together with the heavenly feel of Duncan's huge hands roving over her ass and thighs, had brought a welling feeling of sexuality to her cunt. She hesitated but a moment, her hands gathering her halter to her breasts. Then, a little nervously, she raised herself and turned over, the triangles of thin cloth molding themselves over her magnificent tits.
"That's a girl." Duncan was filling one palm with lotion from the bottle, his eyes going over the shapely, fully matured body of the woman before him. She actually complemented Selina, he had decided only last week, with her well-developed figure a direct contrast to Selina's which was still girlishly slender. A quiver ran up his cock, which he now realized was sporting an erection.
Selina noticed the bulge in his swim shorts and crossed her legs as she sat, propped up on one arm. She looked at Judy, a little tremor of excitement coursing through her at the look on the little girl's face. There was little doubt Judy was studying the hard-on too.
Duncan started once more at the shoulders. Peggy was staring up into his face, the familiar streaks of lust starting to flash across the beautiful blue eyes. He grinned down at her, wishing he could bare her cunt and pull down his shorts and mount her just as she lay there. The fooling around in the lake had done nothing to make him want anything other than a good, thorough screwing. In fact it was one time he thought he could have handled both women handily. He refilled his hand, rubbed his palms together and then, shaking with excitement and looking straight into Peggy's eyes, he used his fingertips first to move her hands which were only lightly clutching the thin triangles of cloth, and then the little wisps of thin cloth to one side.
"Oh Jeez!" Selina groaned and looked away.
Bobby made a choking noise and even Judy gasped, her hand flying to her mouth as her mother's perfectly rounded breasts with their thin white line along the undersides, appeared to thrust themselves upward in a wanton display of arrogant lust.
For several minutes, Duncan stared at the towering tits. The nipples blossomed cheekily, topping the swollen tits, and then, quivering with excitement, Duncan spread his hands wide and dropped them onto the velvety-softness of the molded domes.
His hands moved lingeringly over them, while everyone watched, holding their breath. Bobby's hand had gone to his crotch, tried to pull it away from his young, upthrust cock, and when that failed, left it there, his thumb working up and down the aching little prick as his eyes took in his father's busy hands. A few minutes later and Peggy was trying to smother little moans, unable to control the twitching of her thighs and hips as Duncan smoothed the last of the lotion in his hand over the flat, quivering belly to the triangle of cloth covering her pubic hair.
For one shocking moment Selina was sure he was going to slip his fingers under the wispy little covering at her crotch. But then suddenly, Duncan was kneeling upright, a funny little grin curling the corners of his mouth.
"Who's next?" he asked, brightly, aware that Peggy had been reduced to a nervous wreck. He had considered removing the covering at her cunt, but decided that would be too much for the watching children. He was about to struggle to his feet when Judy startled him.
"I'm next," she said excitedly, stretching out alongside her mother, who was still shivering with her excitement.
Duncan looked at Judy, a shocked expression on his face. He had never expected her to volunteer, and of course Selina had no need of tanning lotion, her skin being naturally tanned from her Latin background. His eyes travelled over the slender little body, the miniature mounds of her tits molded against the cups of her halter-top. "Okay," he grinned, reaching for the bottle, "back first and if you're very good, we'll do the front."
The girl giggled excitedly as he turned over. A few seconds later and she trembled under the massive hands as they glided across the narrow shoulders, smoothly massaging the softly rounded curves of her .neck.
Duncan looked at Selina who was now beside herself with excitement, her eyes wide and flecked with lust. She couldn't believe he would actually bare the child's breasts even though she herself had fondled and played with them. She had even tried to teach Bobby the art of stimulating them thoroughly, but still the thought of Duncan doing it was far too erotic to even think about.
Peggy, who had recovered somewhat, managed to raise herself on one elbow. She too could not believe Duncan would carry out the same routine with Judy that he had with her. And yet the young girl obviously expected it because she had volunteered so readily, and been so excited when Duncan had agreed. Now Judy was still giggling, a mixture of mounting lust and a childish realization that what she was doing was somehow very naughty.
But then Duncan had unhooked the little halter, purposely moving the sides clear for his hands, muted gasps and moans coming from Selina and Peggy and Bobby as the firm young, orange-sized tits could be plainly seen on either side of the trembling body.
He finished her back and started on her firm little ass, squeezing it gently and noting how she had stopped giggling and was now breathing heavily in a series of little gasps. Then he playfully slapped her on the ass, as a deep silence fell all around, broken only by the birds singing and the lake lapping softly at the shore.
"Okay, over you go!"
For several seconds the young girl hesitated. Her body was flinching as she realized what must be next. It had seemed like a thrilling, exciting thing to do when her mother had done it. Now she had second thoughts, the tingling in her tits almost unbearable as she saw the expectant looks in everyone's eyes. She looked at her mother who was staring down at her, waiting .for the girl's decision. Then very slowly, she raised herself onto her elbows, turning over shyly, and then stretching out with a deep sigh, the young firmly pointed tits presenting themselves for everyone to see.
Selina could only stiffen and stare at the twin cones. Peggy smiled approvingly at her daughter, while Bobby could only choke, his eyes flaring excitedly as he took in the girlish figure of his playmate.
"Maybe you'd like to do the front, would you?" asked Duncan, as if he was suggesting his son do nothing more important than tie the girl's shoes.
Bobby's eyes held Judy's. His mouth hung partially open and he was sucking in air.
"Oh no!" Selina's hand had flown to her mouth. "You couldn't."
Duncan looked at her, questioningly. "It would be good for him."
"Yes, but...." Selina didn't know why she was objecting. More than anything else she would like to see the boy perform.
Duncan gave a short laugh, unable to understand Selina's attitude. He turned to Peggy whose beautiful tits were still bare and hanging pendulously from her beautiful chest. "Why not?" he asked, shrugging his shoulders. "The boy has to learn sometime, doesn't he?" Peggy was shaking with excitement. "Of course he does, and so does Judy." She reached out and patted Judy's shoulder. "I want to see how he does," she grinned. "He may be better than you." She looked up into his handsome face until Duncan had impulsively kissed her.
"Watch it, you two," laughed Selina. "I don't object to Bobby massaging Judy, but it will be so exciting for both of them. Well...."
Duncan held the bottle of tanning lotion as his son cupped his hands. "Rub them together," he suggested, "and let us see how you do."
Bobby held his hands open, staring at the young girl before him. He struggled to his knees, both women noticing the growing little clump which was bulging in his swim trunks.
Selina laughed. "What a darling," she grinned. "I wouldn't mind doing a little massaging myself."
His hands moved forward, turned over, and slid over the small towering peaks, the girl's body trembling for a moment at the shock and excitement of her friend's small hands on her tits. But then, as if he had done it a thousand times before, his fingers and flat hands moved expertly over the rapidly swelling molds of her healthy young tits.
"Beautiful," murmured Peggy. She had been stroking her own thigh and now ran her fingers over the flimsy little bit of cloth which covered her cunt. It was soaking wet and itching like crazy, and she took time out to pull at it, impatiently, as she watched the boy. There was no mistaking the outline of his young cock, and she fought an Urge to reach out and run her fingers up the slender column of bunched denim.
"Just like an expert," agreed Duncan, watching his son, a proud expression on his face.
Selina was staring at the boy. She was fully aroused and ready for fucking, little gurgles of uncontrolled excitement bursting in her throat. "Jesus!" she whispered as her eyes went to the boy's crotch. "Just look at the hard-on."
Duncan hadn't noticed but now he looked. "You're getting to be quite a little man," he said approvingly, knowing he had pleased the boy by a sudden smile which lighted the boy's face. "That's it. Leave one hand for her tits and move downwards over her belly."
Bobby obeyed as his father had suggested. He couldn't remember when his father and he had ever done anything together, and this alone was enough to excite him. But being able to play with Judy like this as well was unbelievably exciting. He ran a flat hand over the quivering stomach muscles while his other fanned and squeezed the little breast.
Duncan watched the boy's fingertips hesitate at the top edge of the bikini-brief. "Once you get this far," he said, keeping his voice intimately soft, "do anything you want."
Selina and Peggy were now sitting up, an excited expression on each of their faces. Judy meanwhile had given up trying to stay lady-like and docile. Little moans of pleasure were bursting in her throat as Bobby's one hand moved teasingly around her pubic mound, the other now kneading a tormented tit.
"Don't be afraid. Nice and gentle and always slow." Duncan watched his son's fingers creep under the little bikini brief, a shiver coursing through the trembling girl as the boy's fingers stroked into the fine covering of thin, wheat colored hair. "That's it, pry it down gently." The pubic mound appeared to glisten as the fabric came away. "Don't forget to keep your other hand moving. Very nice." The girl's tits were peaked cones, the pinhead nipples fully extended under the boy's excited hand. "Run your hand along and under the string to her hip." Judy shuddered as Bobby complied. Then slid had given a nervous little lift in order that he may move the string down, but her attempt to help him had taken him by surprise. Duncan quietly explained where the boy had gone wrong. This time when he ran his hand toward her hip, he was ready, sweeping the string down over thighs.
Judy jerked her hips again as Bobby's hand moved to the other side. "Oh brother," she groaned, overcome with excitement as she listened to Mr. Talbot instruct the boy on how to get rid of the brief altogether. She realized Mr. Talbot would now be looking at her cunt, the idea making her even more excited than Bobby's beautiful hands, but then fingers were stroking over her cunt, and for one shockingly exciting moment she thought they may be Mr. Talbot's fingers. A fraction of a second later and she flung her legs apart, the fingers closing in around her tight little slit, fondling and playing in teasing little circles that were driving her out of her mind.
"Good lord!" Peggy Carlin found herself playing with one of her own tits.
"Now concentrate on her breasts." The boy's hand was going wild in the girl's cunt, and Duncan was anxious to see it He immediately suffered a raging jerk of his own throbbing cock when he could finally see the sparsely covered slit which shimmered pinkly and invitingly between the young girl's outspread thighs. "A little kissing and just some gentle sucking," he said as Bobby lowered his face to the waiting cones.
Selina was actually shaking uncontrollably. "Jesus," she whispered, her hand at her crotch and stroking her pulsing cunt. The look in Duncan's eyes as he studied the lovely little cunt was something else again. And Peggy's fingers were twirling at one nipple, her eyes, like Duncan's practically bursting into flame.
Peggy Carlin closed her eyes after watching the boy's mouth suck in her daughter's nipple. Judy was twisting and turning, her hands flying to the boy's head as he sucked the nipple briefly and then proceeded to plant stinging little kisses around the straining peaks. She knew only too well what devastating excitement would be running through Judy's little tits. It was the type of excitement she could take a lot of, herself, right now, and she pulled on her own nipple, the sensation unbearable.
Peggy opened her eyes when Selina's hand grasped her shoulder. It was several seconds before she realized Selina wanted her to watch Duncan. "Good grief," she groaned, when she did finally look again. Duncan was reaching around the kneeling boy, unzipping the little denim swim trunks, and pulling them over the firm, young ass and down to the boy's knees.
"Isn't it a darling?" There was no mistaking Selina's excitement as the hard little cock presented itself.
"Oh my God!" Never had Peggy even dreamed a cock could be so slim and short and yet exciting. "Oh ... oh...." she cried, as Duncan reached between the boy's thighs, gathering in the hard little balls and pulling on them gently in a series of small tugs.
Duncan had often wanted to examine the boy, particularly when he was concerned about him earlier. Now, however, after feeling the healthy young nuts and the hard, but immature prick, he felt better. He pulled on the sac of nuggets once more, the way the little cock bared its head delighting both the women and bringing exclamations of excitement in a chorus from their throats.
And then almost immediately, Bobby was moving his knees, first one over the outstretched leg of the writhing girl and then the other until he was kneeling between her thighs. His hands were encasing the towering young peaks of her tits, squeezing persistently as his father had suggested.
"Oh, please!" Judy's head was swinging from side to side: Her flesh felt creepy and her mind was swimming as she waited for Bobby's cock. The excited little murmurs of approval which both Peggy and Selina were giving did not help her, and when she looked down over her own writhing body, the sight of the shimmering little cock was more than she could stand. "Now, please ... please ... Bob ... Bobby, please."
His father helped him lower his hips. Judy's arms had suddenly swung around his neck and he had to adjust his head to suck once more on her tit. But then his father's fingers were holding his burning cock in place, and he could only assume he was in line for the comfort of her cunt. He jerked once, surprised when his father didn't let go. Then he jerked again, the little torpedo shaped head of his cock sinking into the tight little slit. A moment later and Judy had arched herself under him as he sank the straining prick to the hilt, her legs flying wildly as the contentment and relief flooded over her.
Selina' and Peggy were now up and kneeling, not wishing to miss a single thing about the screwing taking place before their eyes. Both Peggy and Duncan had found it hard to believe Selina when she had insisted the two children fucked. But now, as if they had done it for years, both Bobby and Judy went about it with vigor and determination which would have done a couple much older some credit.
Judy clung desperately to the thrusting boy, her hips wiggling and twisting in order to feel more cock. She widened her thighs impetuously, her hands flying down over his back and clinging to his buttocks as she tried to pull him in.
Duncan was shaking his head in disbelief. "Nothing wrong with that," he allowed thoughtfully, watching the boy lunge in perfect time to Judy's lifting hips.
"Almost as good as you," grinned Selina excitedly. She had always wanted to see people fuck, and Peggy and Duncan were always willing to oblige. The two youngsters, however, were almost as exciting to watch as Duncan and Peggy, and she clapped her hands as Bobby quickened the stroke, both children panting and gasping for breath as their young, beautiful bodies slammed together in a wild tattoo.
Just as it appeared that both would have an orgasm, Judy startled the boy by throwing him over, so that Duncan, who hadn't expected it either, had to move quickly to get out of the way. A few moments to adjust and the eager little girl was impaled on the shimmering pink prick, her hips settling flatly down on his as she sat upright, her hands cupping at the youthful tits as she gave a wild series of bobbing jerks to Bobby's groaning delight.
"Marvellous!" cried Selina, excitedly.
But the mounting orgasms were relentlessly on the move. With a startled cry, Judy flung herself on the boy, her hips starting a trip-hammer movement that had all the watchers urge them on. A moment later and she was thrusting her slender young body against his, her hips and thighs working frantically as her cunt sucked and pulled on his torrid little cock.
They lay there, completely exhausted. Judy's face was sideways on his chest and he had his arms around the slim girl, her body rising and falling in the rhythm of his breathing. She lifted her head and kissed him longingly. Then her face was back and she was listening to the pounding of the young heart beneath her, a pleasing soothing feeling of contentment spreading slowly over her young, virile body.
CHAPTER TEN
The motel was a hive of industry from the moment the convention checked in. Almost every room had been taken, and the dining room and dinner club were a scene of constant confusion.
Kathy had come on at seven in the morning, and had barely had time to check the tables which had been set up the night before the first joyous group of delegates arrived for breakfast. By ten o'clock, she felt she had been drawn through a thread mill, her ass having been patted so many times it hurt. At least six fellas had actually pinched it, but she had stood the teasing and the attacks very well, always smiling and joking back with the guests no matter what they happened to say.
And many of them had some pretty raw suggestions for so early in the morning. One had even offered (for a hundred dollar bill) to crawl on his hands and knees all around the motel, for the opportunity to kiss either her bare thighs, or her ass-it didn't matter which. In a moment of exhilaration, she had reminded him she was a woman, and she'd never make up her mind.
By the time eleven o'clock came and she was busy directing the setting of the tables for lunch, she was happy but tired.
"How you are standing up under the strain?"
She turned to find Mr. Talbot standing behind her.
She flashed him her usual beautiful smile. "Tired but thoroughly enjoying it," she grinned. "When you first spoke I was sure I was about to be pinched again." Duncan Talbot laughed. "A hazard of the business," he reminded her, "but you won't get a pinch from me. Not here, at least."
She pretended to pout, as if she was disappointed. "The tight place at the right time, though, and I'd certainly be interested."
She glanced around to see if anyone else was near, although she knew he would never have said what he did if there had been. Then she said, "So would I," winking one eye, as she looked at him adoringly.
In the evening he walked into the dining room which had been joined with the dinner club to make more room. Peggy was busily re-arranging tables to take a group of ten, the remainder of the space being almost filled. He was about to go over and ask her how she was doing, when he was a little startled to see Selina walking back from a table where she had just seated four guests, all men, and one of which was watching her, saying something so that they all turned to study her ass as she swayed it while she walked.
"Well, this is a surprise," he said, taking her hand and squeezing it as she reached out for more menus.
"Peggy said she needed my help. And what do you know? I just love it."
"So did those men you just seated. They couldn't take their eyes off you."
"I know," she said, smiling. "One asked me what I was doing after the supper club closed."
"What did you say?"
"I almost told him I'd be fucking my husband."
"I hope you do."
"I'll probably be beat: I haven't worked like this for ages."
"I'll do all the work. You can just lay there."
She slapped him on the arm as another batch of guests arrived. "How many in your party, sir?" she asked, smiling and noting how his eyes had settled on the plunging neckline of her dress.
Duncan Talbot walked happily out to the front desk. With Peggy and Kathy and now even Selina to help him run the motor inn, he felt his decision to postpone even thinking of building the lodge at the lake was the right one. Even with Eddy adjusting so well, they would all have their hands full with the amount of business being generated. This summer, he mused, he and Selina would travel to other cities where he would try and book more conventions.
At the desk, Eddy had been relieving the clerk while she had her supper.
"Everything's going pretty well," Duncan said with a sigh.
"Even mom's working," grinned Eddy. "And loving it too, I would say."
"Yes, I'm pleased." He fell into step beside Eddy who was heading for the patio and the pool.
"I want to gather up empty glasses and trash," said Eddy. "Some of these guys will be looped in another hour and God knows what they will do later on." Most of the conventions eventually fostered at least one. group who would insist on skinny-dipping after midnight.
Duncan decided to help him. "Where are the kids?" he asked. "Did they ever get any supper, do you know?"
"Yes, they had it in your room."
Duncan Talbot smiled as he gathered glasses from beside a chaise lounge. He could well imagine how the youngsters were entertaining themselves. A happy foursome of inebriated guests staggered onto the patio, and Duncan watched them.
"We'll ... we'll ... have one little ... little drink and then we'll eat," stuttered one of the men, staggering ' in a small circle before coming face to face with one of the others. "Just ... just one." Then he staggered backwards and dangerously near the edge of the pool. "Oops," he muttered, "we don't want to go in there, do we?"
Duncan winked at Eddy and shook his head. There was nothing quite as exciting as running a motor inn. For some reason or other it brought out one of two things in every man. Either a fella had to drink himself into happy oblivion, or he had to fuck himself to death with the nearest piece of tail.
He watched his son for a moment and then walked over and impulsively put his arm around the boy's shoulder. "When are you through school?" he asked. "End of next week. I can hardly wait."
"I'm pleased to have you with me," he said, patting the youth's shoulder. "And happy to have that Kathy too." He looked thoughtful for a moment. "She was a good catch and she fits in very well. We'll have to keep her and her mother happy from now on."
"I know," grinned Eddy, knowingly. "I don't think that will be any problem, do you?"
Duncan Talbot shook his head. "No, I don't think that will be a problem at all."
