In a world that is ever-changing, there is one constant, and that is, change is inevitable ... or is it? How many cases of incest are reported every year, where fathers attack daughters? Thousands. These are the reported cases. How many more unreported cases are there? Usually there are about ten unreported cases for every one that ends up on a police blotter.
However, how many cases of incest every year are concerned with a relationship wanted by both father and daughter? For every case a forcible attack, reported or unreported, there are supposed to be a dozen cases where both the parent and the daughter wanted the incestuous relationship to take place.
This book does not attempt to make judgments, claiming what is good or what is bad. All this book is doing is making the point that incest between fathers and daughters does exist. It has existed since the beginning of time, and in all probability it will exist as long as there are enough fathers and daughters. This is not to say these people are in the majority, not by a long shot. But by the same token there are so many more of them than anyone might suspect.
This is a tale of forcible incest that becomes wanted ... so much so that the daughter, in order to keep the use of her father's body, is willing to expose their relationship if he offers this love to another woman while excluding her. So perhaps it might be wise for father's contemplating hanky panky with their offspring to understand there is more than one way to get into trouble. So in one respect, at least, nothing has changed.
CHAPTER ONE
Beth was a surly child, had been one for many years now, ever since her mother had died. No longer an immature pre-teen, the dark-blonde girl was more than bratty and precocious. She was downright nasty to her fattier at times, and though neither she nor her father, Martin Conebar, were consciously aware of it, her actions were a cry for her father's attention.
Martin Conebar was a rising executive in the world of television entertainment. Ever since the networks had expanded to do a lot of their programming in New York, Martin had been put in charge of the large studios in Astoria in Queens, and in the Flatbush section of Brooklyn. He worked hard and diligently, so hard that he was neglecting his daughter. As a result, the pretty girl, now in high school, was starting to hang out with the wrong crowd.
Perhaps what irked Beth most was that while her mother was dead, thus depriving her of an adult female parent to watch over her, it hadn't affected her father that much. To begin with, Martin Conebar ate out almost every night of the week, and on Saturdays and Sundays, he insisted Beth make his breakfast and lunch. His clothing was washed and cleaned by a maid who came in three times a week to keep the house from becoming a mess. As for female companionship, well, as the man heading the two large TV studios belonging to the UBC network, Martin Conebar just about had his pick of the countless starlets looking for a break in TV. He even had the audacity to bring them home and fuck them in his own bedroom.
It was because of this that Beth learned about sexual relationships between men and women long before she was supposed to. So in a way, her father was responsible for her complete lack of morals.
When her mother had been alive, Beth had slept in the bedroom at the end of the hall, while her parents had slept in the master bedroom of the seven-room house. The master bedroom was the first bedroom to the right, once one turned left off the corridor from the living room. It was far away from Beth's bedroom, and whatever sexual hi-jinks her father and mother had enjoyed had gone unheard, because Beth, at the end of the corridor, had a room between her parents' bedroom and her own. While her mother had been alive, Beth had been an obedient, loving daughter, growing up in a clean and healthy atmosphere. But with no mother to discipline her, and her father ordering her to tend to his creature comforts whenever the two of them were home, Beth quickly became unruly.
Martin put Beth's rebelliousness down to fright, and in order to make her feel somewhat more secure, allowed her to move from her large bedroom at the end of the corridor to the tiny one right next to the master bedroom, thinking that if she knew she was right next to daddy, she might feel more secure.
Both bedrooms had side by side walk-in closets. The master bedroom walk-in closet took up two-thirds of the wall separating said room from that of the tiny one in which Beth now slept. Beth's closet took up the other third. The small piece of wallboard that separated the two closets had deteriorated due to a leak in the attic. Rain had come in and had dripped into the closet, and the mildew odor had made Beth's father aware of the leak. As a result, he'd had the leak fixed, but he'd never walked into the closet to notice the board separating his closet from that of his daughter had virtually rotted away. But Beth, always rearranging the dresses in her own closet, was cognizant of the fact that the wallboard was all but gone. As a result, she was able to walk from her own closet into that of her father's.
It had been in her first year of high school that Beth had been busy fixing her dresses up, and she had heard her father come home with yet another of what she had termed 'his floozies.' She heard the man call out for her, and she knew if she didn't respond, he would angrily lecture her the following morning about not being home at night when he wanted her safe and sound in the house.
But she noticed one thing. She had been able to see from inside the closet into her father's room. Her father's door was wide open, and his closet door was slightly open, the door to the closet had slid open just like hers. Stepping out of the closet, the lovely blonde-haired girl went to her bedroom door and opened it, and she was surprised to see her father with not one, but two women.
The two women, both in their early twenties, were fawning all over the tall, black-haired Martin Conebar. Beth didn't look the least little bit like her black-haired, aquiline-nosed father. His skin was a deep tan, while hers had a light tan all year round. He had thin lips, while she had a full, pouting pair of lips, as her mother had possessed. Her mother had been an aspiring TV actress who had succumbed to her father one night, but in the process had so captivated the man, that he had married her. From that time, up to the time she had been hit by a car, her father had been faithful to her. The drunk driver had gotten off relatively lightly, and as a result, Martin Conebar had wreaked his own vengeance on the man, quietly hiring some men to break every bone in the man's arms and legs in such a way that even when the man's bones finally knitted they never healed properly, and he was incapable of walking, much less feeding himself or driving a car.
Beth was totally unaware of the ruthless streak in her tall, handsome, thirty-seven-year-old father. She was also unaware of the strong need she had to be loved by him. All she did know was that she resented all these women who came to take the place of her mother, even for a night. If anyone should be cuddling beside her father, it was she.
The two women, both would-be TV stars; eyed Beth and cooed over her. After all, she was the daughter of the man who was in control of two TV studios where shows were constantly being taped. So they looked at the girl with baby fat still on her body making her waist a little fleshier than it should have been beneath the summer polo shirt she was wearing. It was June, and Beth liked dressing lightly.
Her young breasts were only first beginning to really bud, the nipples swollen, the areolae not yet visible through the white cloth of the shirt, but the nipples clearly outlined, as were the bumps that were her breasts. Within two to three years, her breasts would be large and full, and her nipples and areolae would have the same rich tan her mother's had possessed. Her hips were already beginning to swell outward, and her legs were long and straight, with calves already nicely swollen.
Facially, Beth looked more like her mother than her father, which was good. Not that her father wasn't a handsome-enough man, but his were definitely the looks of a man, and they wouldn't have suited Beth at all. Her nose was straight, her eyes a shining brown, and her cheeks were the littlest bit chubby, though the roundness would leave them in another year. She had one front tooth that overlapped the other, marring an otherwise perfect smile, but that would be corrected shortly. The orthodontist had told her father of a new kind of brace that was successful in Europe that worked in less than a year to straighten out teeth. Unlike her other high school girl friends, Beth wouldn't have to walk around with a mouth filled with metal for three or four years.
"Beth," her father told her as she rubbed her hands on her cut-off jeans. "This is Peggy and this is Carol," he said, nodding at the blonde on his right and the brunette on his left. "They've volunteered to cook dinner for us this evening."
Peggy was a bleached blonde with brown eyes, a turned-up nose that had been bobbed, and a smile that must have cost her own father thousands of dollars. She had the classic figure under her tight blouse, with full breasts, a narrow waist, and slender hips leading to long, solid thighs.
Carol was no less attractive, though her black hair wasn't dyed. It was long and came down in a wave past her right shoulder falling onto her breast. It stood out against the white blouse she was wearing. From the neck down, the two women looked alike, at least while wearing clothing. Carol had black slacks while Peggy was wearing brown slacks, but otherwise one wouldn't have been able to tell one from the other had a bag been covering their heads and their hair hidden.
"I've already eaten," Beth told her father.
"I see," Martin nodded. "Well, I don't want you out of the house at night. You know that. So it might be a good idea if you went to your room and did your homework or watched TV."
"Sure," Beth nodded, her voice sullen, letting him know she didn't like the idea of his bringing substitute mothers home.
She turned around and went back to her room, shutting the door. Beth knew if she chose to climb out a window, her father would never notice she was gone. He would be too involved with the women.
Until now, she had always kept her closet door rolled shut, and as a result, hadn't really understood what had been going on between her father and the other females. But earlier that day, she and some girl friends had been sneaking a cigarette behind the local candy store and she had heard one of the girls tell about what had happened between herself and a new boy friend. Beth had listened, unable to believe what the girl had been saying about how the boy had fondled her breasts and her pussy. Until that time she and her friends, for the most part, had been pretty ignorant as to why a man might want to be with a woman. When she had left the other girls, Beth wondered if this was why Tommy Dare, the blonde boy in her class, always tried coming on to her. Was this what he wanted from her? If so, he must be pretty disgusting. Was that what was meant by "getting laid?"
Now in her room, Beth turned on the TV set and watched some idiotic game show that was on at this time of the evening. She watched for more than an hour, one game show giving way to another, and then she heard the sound from her father's bedroom.
Glancing over, she saw she had forgotten to shut her closet door. She got up with the idea of closing the door, but as she moved closer, she heard giggling. Curiosity got the better of her, and she quietly stepped into the closet, and went from her closet to her father's, noting he hadn't bothered shutting his closet door, either.
The bedroom light was on. At the moment, he was with Peggy, the blonde woman. Carol, the brunette, was somewhere else. Beth would later learn that Carol had felt the need for a shower and was in the bathroom, enjoying the hot spray, cleaning herself thoroughly.
Beth had doubted her girl friend's story, but now, staring, she realized what she had been told was true. She saw her handsome father, totally naked, stretched out on his back on his bed. She clapped both hands over her mouth to keep herself from gasping at the sight of his penis, the first one she had ever seen, a somewhat large length of bending hose to begin with, now swelling and thickening as it hardened very quickly.
Beth was still unable to see the blonde Peggy, but she knew the woman was in the room. She was out of sight for the moment.
Now Beth's father was reaching down and grasping his huge truncheon with his right hand, holding it aloft, letting Beth see it glisten with its own drops of lubricity, making the purple head sheen and glow like a large amethyst. Her father was whispering softly to Peggy, telling her to come on over and make things worthwhile for him.
As Beth watched, Peggy walked over to the large bed and crawled up beside her father. The blonde woman was as naked as he, and Beth had a chance to see the pink nippled breasts wobbling just before Peggy rolled over on top of the TV studio-head. Beth saw Peggy's whitely tapering thighs part, and then they closed again, and she knew the woman had captured her father's lengthy prong of hard meat, gripping it firmly between the columns of her thighs.
Beth held her breath, unable to believe what she was watching. When her friend had described what her boy friend had done, Beth had initially thought it disgusting. But watching this, she decided there was nothing whatsoever disgusting about what she was seeing. On the contrary, it was delightful to watch. Her own body was trembling with anticipation as she realized she was inwardly feeling things she had never previously been able to feel. Heat enveloped her as she watched.
The lovely young girl watched man and woman on the bed, seeing their mouths meet and meld, then pulling apart as one chewed on the other's tongue, making loud sucking sounds. They were kissing open-mouthed in a way she had never seen in the movies.
Beth gasped silently to herself, her eyes sweeping over the white body of the delightful Peggy, admiring her smooth flesh, her nipped-in waist and the curving flare of her delightful hips. She saw the continuing undulations of Peggy's buttocks, and she knew the blonde woman was grinding her moistly warm sump up and down the length of her daddy's enormously long, thick cock. Below, Martin felt the continuing involuntary lurch of his own erection as it rubbed against the furry knoll of the blonde's sex.
Beth wondered what there was between her legs to make a man become so aroused. At the same time it was obvious whatever was there was also something to make a woman feel good, and the woman at whom she was looking obviously was enjoying the sensation of having her lovely furred nether mouth rubbed by the stanchion between Beth's father's solidly hairy thighs. She reached between her thighs, pushing her hands into the waistband of her cut-offs and actually touching herself between her lower labia. She lurched a little, her finger brushing a clitoris she had never touched other than with a washcloth. Gee! It felt good-really good! Still, it seemed like such a waste when compared to what she was seeing taking place. Somehow she got the feeling that it would be more fun if someone else-someone like her daddy-touched her down there.
Golly! Why did her daddy need all these strange women? If he wanted something like this, she would be glad to let him do it to her. Ever since her mommy had died, she had wanted to be the woman of the house and take care of her daddy in every way.
Her fingers pressed into the tininess of her hole, and as a result she wondered how it would be possible for her daddy to fit such an enormous log into so small a space. Was it possible the woman on the bed with her daddy had such a larger hole? From what she was able to see, even if the woman's slit was a little longer, her hole didn't seem any larger.
Now, as Beth watched, her own inner excitement building to greater heights than ever, she saw the lovely young blonde slowly slithering down over her father's hairy chest, her mouth planting lots of kisses along the way. Heck! Beth would've been glad to kiss her daddy's belly if that was what he had wanted.
Peggy moved her lovely head lower and lower until she had her face hovering directly over the man's fulcrum. One of her hands was fondling Martin's balls, while her other hand was busy pumping up and down on the throbbing shaft.
Beth saw and found it hard to believe. The woman seemed hypnotized by that huge pylon standing out from between her father's legs. What was so good about it? Beth was at a loss to understand this.
Peggy's smiling lips moved lower, and then very slowly began covering the head of the throbbing penis. Her tiny hand was continuing to tug on the shank of the organ, making the lilac-colored tip swell and stand out all the more.
What's she going to do? Beth wondered.
Certainly the blonde woman wasn't going to do what Beth seemed to think she was about to do. It looked as if Peggy wanted to suck on her father's penis. Now why would any woman in the world want to take something that long and thick into her mouth?
But even as she wondered, Beth felt a tightness drawing up inside her cunt, and she discovered she was more than merely leaking fluid. It was coming out of her pussy as if she were urinating. No! She knew better than that. The flow coming from within her was sticky and slippery at the same time, and if anything, smelled musky and arousing. It didn't have the stench of urine.
Her fingers rubbed the fluid back into the lips of her cunt, and as a result she soon found herself leaking even more fluid. The oils were pouring out of her at an ever increasing rate.
Beth silently gasped as she saw Peggy take her father's cock in the narrow confines of her mouth. Wow! This was really something. From the ecstatic look on her father's face, Beth knew he loved what the woman was doing, and now she understood that whenever he brought a woman home with him, this was what he wanted to do with her. This, and the burying of his cock in her vagina, or so her girl friend had told her.
Peggy was sucking strongly now, and Beth let her imagination run riot as she tried to picture to herself what it would feel like to have that big, thick, hunk of cylindrical meat pushing into her own tiny mouth. It was really something, and she wondered if the penis had any kind of meaty taste to it.
At this moment it was hard for her to remain silent in that closet as she watched what was taking place. Finally she had to stop rubbing her finger against her clitoris, knowing if she continued doing so, her presence would become known to the other people in the room. Then her father would really come down on her. She stared at the way the blonde woman continued absorbing her father's hard shaft into the narrow confines of her tantalizing mouth. She stared as the golden head continued bobbing up and down the turgid length. From the sucking and slurping sounds, it seemed Peggy was enjoying what she was doing, and as a result, Beth felt her mouth watering.
Less than ten feet away, Beth was able to see the pink flanges of Peggy's inner oral lips being pulled out each time her head rose, making the shank of the penis glisten with moisture. Then the lips rolled back in on themselves as they hungrily nibbled their way down the throbbing penis to absorb almost all of the man's hard cock. Each time Peggy's head went down, it looked to Beth as if the older woman was taking a little more of her father's cock inside.
Peggy's eyes were tightly closed, her face serene in spite of the obvious arousal she was feeling. Her short, bleached-blonde hair was piled high on her head, and Beth saw the dark-brown fuzz between her cunt lips, letting the girl know for sure Peggy's hair was bleached.
Beth noticed her father was grunting now. He flexed his hips, trying to drive his massive cock all the more deeply into Peggy's mouth, and Peggy was obliging him by gulping more of it down.
Now the blonde woman was taking all of the penis, her nose pressing solidly into the black hairiness of Beth's father's masculine groin. Beth was certain anything this woman was capable of doing, she would do better. It might cause her to gag and choke a little at the beginning, but she was willing to bet her mouth was no less capable than that of the woman presently sucking Martin Conebar's cock.
She watched as her father tugged out his cock right to the rim of his penile corona, and then the man was pressing on Peggy's head, shoving the full length of the penis right back down into her gullet, gagging her. Still, Peggy's head continued rhythmically bobbing up and down, and Beth stared in awe, realizing that this woman had obviously done something like this before to be so expert at it. Obviously, no female was capable of stroking so long and so fast unless she had practiced doing this before.
Now it came to Beth why her father wanted her in every night. He thought she would be out doing this with other boys. Hell! It was fine for him and his girl friends to enjoy something like this, but it was wrong for his daughter to have any fun. Ever since her mother had died, Beth, who had wanted to be closer to her father, had found him more distant than ever.
The man was bouncing his buttocks more wildly now, and Beth was barely able to contain her inner excitement. She stared with awe as the blonde continued bobbing her head even more swiftly, her lips seemingly tighter around the throbbing phallus as Martin's hands groped down and clamped themselves around either side of her face, making her head bob up and down all the more quickly. He guided her ovaly sucking mouth in such a way as to intensify the pressure on certain parts of his throbbing cock, his hips rising and falling in rhythmic counterpoint as he slammed his loins harder with a desperation now. It was obvious to Beth her father was about to reach some sort of pinnacle, and she wondered just what was happening.
As she watched what was happening, Beth felt with a certainty that this was something she would have to learn with her father, too. Well, maybe she would have to try it out on someone else first, so that she'd be able to be good with her father, and make him want her. After all, if she was able to prove how good she was this way, he wouldn't have to bring other cunts into the house all the time. Her mind was already filled with what it would feel like to have a thick penis pushing in and out of her mouth, the tip of his organ ramming itself into her gullet. Gee! It'd probably be the greatest thing in the world. She was certain her father would never again care for all these other women.
Faster and faster Peggy's gold-crowned head continued moving over the loins of the man who lay beneath her on the bed. Her mouth alternately nibbled and sucked, her lips pulling and slurping, her cheeks bloating and hollowing as her lips stretched wide, forming a perfect oval around the monstrous shaft that tightened and relaxed, the head swelling and relaxing.
Beth knew that whatever was happening was reaching some sort of crest. Her father was going to reach the peak of some sort of satisfaction and at this moment she wished it was she who would be bringing him to this peak.
"HHHUUUNNNGGG ... OOONNNGGGHHH ... NNNGGGHHH ... GGGHHHAAAGGGHHH ... HHHUUUHHH!" Beth's father gasped deep in his throat, the sound barely heard as he suddenly came.
Beth saw her daddy go rigid, and then Peggy lifted her mouth halfway, giving Beth an unobstructed view of what was taking place. There was a long, hollow tube in the underside of her father's cock. It was covered over by thick layers of skin, but Beth saw it pulsing, making the penis expand and contract cadently, pumping something into the tightly sucking mouth of the lovely woman above him. She saw Peggy's throat muscles contract as her mouth worked harder and harder, the lips sucking only at the throbbing magenta head of Martin's penis. It drove Beth wild with need, but she was unable to satisfy that need and she didn't know what she was going to do.
CHAPTER TWO
The sound of her father's bedroom door opening and closing snapped Beth out of her reverie. She saw the brunette come in, her skin even whiter than that of Peggy. Carol's black hair made her white skin look that much more alabaster. Her areolae and nipples were a rich brown rather than a pink like Peggy's, but otherwise she seemed built along exactly the same lines as the bleached blonde.
Her presence seemed to stimulate Beth's father, because Beth saw her daddy's penis turn from a limp caterpillar into a vibrantly strident, solid cobra. Even more surprising was the fact that Carol, instead of going to Beth's father, at Martin's instructions, knelt between Peggy's thighs, and Beth was astonished to see the brunette tonguing the vagina of the other woman. Once again her imagination ran rampant, and she wondered what it would feel like to have a tongue licking her between her own thighs. Beth wanted her father's tongue down there. Yes, that was what she wanted
The angle presented to Beth let her see Carol's mouth pressing into Peggy's pussy, while her own cunt was visible, as were her white ass-cheeks. Beth saw her father move over to Carol and for a moment he covered the waving rump with his own body. But even then, the angle allowed Beth to see her father was pushing his re-hardened cock into the tight temple of Carol's cunt. He shoved in fast and hard, and Carol waved her ass around as if welcoming the cock inside her.
Beth stared, awed by it all, wondering how it would feel to have that massive penis pushing into the tightness of her own cuntal corridor. From the way Carol was accepting it into her narrow cunt, it was obvious she was not only used to it, but she loved it. Carol's face remained locked between Peggy's white thighs, and Peggy was responding by hurling her own hips up and down. Pendulant below her torso, were Carol's two weighty breasts, breasts much larger than Beth's, and they swung almost prettily to and fro as she continued pushing her face into Peggy's cunt while slamming her own cunt back against the thighs of Beth's father, who kept on poling her pussy. The man was fucking her for all she was worth.
Beth noticed all the women her father brought home had the same types of bodies. They were all tall, willowy, slender, with full breasts, narrow waists, and hips that didn't swell too much. Their asses were very round and very tight. She believed her father was trying to recapture the times he'd had with her mother, because all these women had builds similar to that of her mother.
Gee! To think, her mother had actually done things like this with her father. She had never dreamed such goings-on had taken place in this bedroom. In fact, until this evening, it had never occurred to her that her father had ever done such things. But then, he obviously had to have done this with her mother. One of her girl friends had said something about this being the way babies were made, and if her father and mother had made her, then this had to be the way they had done it.
Carol's face remained hidden, but Beth admired the tautness of her figure as her father continued ramming the full length of his driving cock in and out of the narrow interstice between her thighs. She stared at the way her daddy pounded his massive cock into Carol's body from behind. It made Beth reach into her cut-offs again, and she was automatically massaging her clitoris. She rubbed faster and faster, feeling sensations build ever higher in her, unable to believe such feelings were in anyone. She rubbed faster, thrilling to the way tingling delights mounted, charging through her like sizzling arcs of uncontrollable electricity.
Gasps from within the room made her look, and she saw Peggy humping her body all the more firmly now as she slammed her vaginal opening all the harder against the hungry mouth of the beautiful Carol. Carol's pink tongue was licking in and out of the slashing coral depths of the other woman, slashing through the outsized cleft.
Her father had an even longer, thicker penis now than he'd had when Peggy had been sucking on it. He was driving that plunderer of his ever deeper into the narrow tightness of the brunette's back-thrusting loins, hitting her with pile-driving force, the speed of his strokes intensifying and" moving faster and faster.
It was Peggy whose soaring orgasm burst over her first. She crammed a pillow into her mouth to keep herself from being heard as she tautened and convulsive shudders swept over her quivering body. Her eyes were brightly glazed, her mouth gaping wide as she began panting out her release. Beth was unable to hear her clearly, especially since her own TV set was blaring from her own room, but there was this muffled, high-pitched sound.
Then, as Peggy slumped back, her legs straightening out so that she was lying flat, Beth saw it was Carol's turn to climax, and she did, her own yell muffled as she pressed her face deeper into Peggy's cunt Finally her father climaxed, shooting his second wad of the evening into Carol's pussy. This time, when his cock came out, Beth was able to both see and smell her father's semen, and it aroused her no end.
Quietly, she turned and went back to her room.
CHAPTER THREE
Though she hung around with a rough crowd of girls in school, Beth knew better than to become involved with any of the boys the other girls liked. Most of them belonged to one motorcycle gang or another, and Beth knew they were bad medicine. Still, after having seen her father and those two women the previous night, she ached to not only find out what sex was all about, but to learn it completely so that she might become her father's substitute lover.
She thought all these things until it was time for her hygiene class, and there, for the first time, the teacher discussed the human body. There, the teacher also explained how it was a woman had babies, and why it was not good for people in the same family to become involved since it might end up something like the Kallikak family where everyone was simple-minded.
Beth felt as if cold water had been thrown on all her ambitions. She wouldn't be allowed to go to bed with her father, and that meant he would be bringing more and more of those other women to the house. She would never be able to take her mother's place.
Well if that was the case, then there was nothing wrong with her wanting to learn about sex with some other male. She already had an idea just who she wanted that male to be.
In hygiene, she had also learned about different methods of birth control, and the one that appealed to her most was the diaphragm. So that afternoon, she went to a gynecologist she had been seeing every six months, and told him she wanted to be fitted for a diaphragm. When he explained that she still had her hymen, she insisted he surgically remove the membrane. Though he was against the idea, she was adamant, and so he did so. It hurt for a moment, stinging her, but Beth didn't care. It was gone, and that was all that counted. After her bleeding had stopped, the doctor used rings to fit her for a diaphragm, and afterward, went to the next room and came back with one he had in stock. He showed her how to insert it and how to remove it, and when she had done so a number of times, showing how good she was at it, he then explained how to keep it clean and soft when it was not in use. He suggested she purchase at least one more, and always have a spare. She agreed. Her father would pay for it as part of her gynecological bill without being aware he was buying her the two diaphragms.
She insisted on inserting one before leaving the office, and she kept the other one in its case, covered with a sanitary powder that would keep it from becoming irritating when the time came for her to insert it. She also purchased a quantity of the powder, and a tube of jelly. The jelly would not only ease the insertion of the diaphragm, but coating the rubber would kill any sperm with which it came into contact.
The doctor advised her to keep the diaphragm in place overnight after having sexual congress with any male. He didn't seem the least bit surprised that a girl as young as Beth had come to him. But he had to admit he found her to be practical, insisting on the diaphragm rather than risking having a baby.
Carrying the second diaphragm in her shoulder bag, along with the plastic case for the first one, Beth left the office and headed back toward the school. By now, all the motorcycle toughs would be gone. She was interested in one particular boy, a shy, handsome boy who had often stared hungrily at her. Now she knew why. She was going to feed that hunger and her own as well.
CHAPTER FOUR
Morey Carson was no less horny than any other guy who went to the local high school. But Morey was funny. He didn't like the idea of fucking just any female. If he'd wanted, he would have been able to bang the cunt of just about any broad there. Well, almost any broad there. There were a few who weren't interested, though for the most part he wasn't interested in them.
Morey bore an outward resemblance to Beth's father in that he was tall, black-haired, slender, and handsome. His nose was much shorter than that of Beth's father, and his hazel eyes lacked the depths of her father's eyes. When he had first come to the high school and his gonads were still untried, he had quickly found out what it was like to be thought a hunk by so many of the older high school girls, and for about six weeks he allowed himself to be seduced by any female who showed an interest in him.
After a while, he found sex becoming boring. It was too regular, and despite the multitudes of variations he'd learned from the different girls, he'd found most of them weren't fun. Too, most of them wanted to get something serious going. Morey was too young for anything serious.
Besides, the only female Morey really wanted was the one woman he would never be able to fuck: his mother. His mother was a divorcee who worked full-time as a secretary, and as a result never had much time for Morey, so it was amazing the boy turned out as well as he did. He was an A student in school, with a ninety-seven average. His mind was quick, and he picked things up very rapidly with a photographic memory, so that he hardly needed to do any studying. He had lots of spare time and nothing to do with it.
Every now and again he would spy on his mother when she went to take a shower, and peer at her through a small hole in the ceiling above the bathroom;, from the attic. He would jerk off while looking at her naked body and wish to fuck her.
Morey'S mother was a natural honey blonde, with a tight, slender body, billowy big breasts with pink nipples, and the kind of face that would have made the most beautiful movie stars envious. Having had one bad marriage, she wasn't in the mood for another. The fact was, her husband had not only been a lousy lay, but he had been a lousy husband. So May Carson had found herself cheating on the side. It finally dawned on her that her husband wasn't working and she was supporting the family. As a result, she divorced him so she wouldn't have to support him, kept custody of her son, and every now and again had something going for a short while with some man she'd meet.
Morey had no idea his mother was getting outside action, and he often wondered if his mother was frigid. That would be a shame, because he felt a woman like her needed a good fucking now and again.
He had just come out of school after leading the math team to victory over the math team of a rival school, and Morey was thirsty. He hunted around in the pockets of his brown slacks for some money and then walked into the soda shop. The school term was about to end, especially now that it was summer, and he had no idea what he was going to do this summer. He had wanted to work, but his mother had insisted he have one more summer of doing nothing, having fun. She gave him a twenty-dollar-a-week allowance, and now that he had his drivers-ed license, she let him use the car.
Sitting at the soda fountain, he paid for his egg cream, then sipped it as he saw Beth walk in. She was three years younger than he, and he liked the way she looked. As far as wanting anything sexual, well, much as he would have liked it, she seemed a bit young for that. Hell! Her tits had hardly started growing. Not that they didn't look luscious enough the way they poked against her white blouse, but Jesus! She was just a kid! Even if she did look a lot like his mother-younger version-as far as he was concerned it wouldn't be right for him to con her into putting out for him.
He was therefore surprised when Beth walked over to him and said, "Hi!" She was wearing her cut-offs and a blouse.
He smiled back, and without meaning to, said, "Buy you a soda?"
"Sure," she nodded. "Same as you're having."
So he bought her an egg cream, and afterward he walked her home. As they walked, they talked, and little by little Beth found herself revealing her innermost thoughts, almost as if she were talking to some kind of analyst. She let him know how miserable she was feeling since the death of her mother, and how she had wanted to take care of her father. Then she went on to tell him how her father was bringing home strange women every evening, or every other evening.
It was Thursday, and the cleaning woman wasn't there. So when Beth invited Morey inside and he accepted, she found herself alone with him. They sat on the sofa, and suddenly she was lying in his arms, saying, "Morey, I'm so miserable. I just don't know what to do anymore."
Her closeness affected him, causing an erection to start growing, and against his better judgment, Morey Carson decided he wanted to bang this sweet, innocent-looking girl who reminded him so much of his own mother. It would be almost as good as if he were getting into his old lady. Jeez! That would really be something.
"There's not much you really can do," the boy said to her, careful now, not wanting to lose this opportunity. The more he looked at her, the more she reminded him of his own mother.
Not that Beth had his mother's features. Facially they were worlds apart. But Beth was tiny, and his own mother was tiny. She had dark blonde hair combed straight down past her shoulders, the same as his mother. Her eyes were brown, not blue, like his mother's, which was unusual for a blonde. Yeah, he wanted to boff this kid, all right, he wanted into her more than any other chick he had ever known, with the exception of his mother.
He was aware of the firm, warm resiliency of her small, almost non-existent breasts as her large nipples extended themselves, erect and hard as pebbles, rubbing against his chest. He was wearing a white polo shirt, and as a result the thin material let him feel those diamond-hard nipples all the more solidly.
"But why is my father doing this to me?" she asked.
"He's not really doing it to get even with you for anything," the boy explained. "He's got certain needs, Beth. I mean, when a man gets past a certain age, like fourteen or fifteen, he feels these needs urgently. A girl matures faster than a man, so she has the feeling for this even before she hits her teens. But adults make the rules, and one of the rules today is that anything taking place between unmarried consenting adults is legal. The bad thing is, they don't understand kids have feelings. If a kid, say like you or me, wants to do something, they always tell you it's wrong. For them it's right, for us, it's scandalous, especially if there's a chance of one of us making the other one pregnant."
"Well that can't happen to me," the helpless girl sniffed, leaning against Morey, feeling warm and safe in his arms, enjoying the breath from his nostrils whispering through her soft hair.
"Why?" Morey asked, curious, waiting, anticipating, thinking he might be able to crawl into this lovely thing without having to slip on a condom. She would be his first bare-ass lay, and that would really make this a special afternoon.
"I wear a diaphragm," she told him, still sniffling.
"A diaphragm?" he gasped. "Gee, who'd think a sweet kid like you has ever done anything before? I mean. . . "
"I haven't," she irritatedly snapped, sitting up. "I just had one put in today, and my hymen was torn out at the same time so I won't feel any pain. But I've never ... with any boy or man."
"Gee," Morey gasped. "You're really something special, Beth. Y'know, our folks always try telling us doing something like this is wrong and bad, but I can tell you it's the most terrific thing in the whole world."
"Oh, I know, I know," she replied. "I saw my father with those two women last night, and all three of them were having the times of their lives. I felt like rushing in and becoming part of it."
"Well, there you are," the boy whispered to her. "You saw them, and you say they liked it. I mean, if it feels good for them, imagine how good it'd feel for us."
Feeling safe and secure in the arms of this handsome boy, she thought back to what she had seen. She was remembering that while standing there and watching it all happen, she had wanted to feel her father do the same things to her. There were those moans and cries of ecstasy coming from the mouths of the other two women, moans she ought to have been uttering. There was also the delicious rapture of her own fingers rubbing up and down against her clitoris, building her to a higher and higher peak of desire, though she had never been able to induce an orgasm in herself. Still, just the remembrance of having touched herself down there was so delightful.
Staring at the young girl, seeing the dreamy look on her lovely, innocent face, the handsome boy was able to tell she was thinking about all she had seen the previous night, and he felt a little envious, wishing he'd been able to see it too, if only to compare her father's techniques with his own.
I'm going to score with this chick, he thought to himself, and for the first time since he'd had his first lay, it suddenly meant something more to him than merely getting into the chick's panties. God! This was the kind of girl he had dreamed about fucking for so long. Morey knew if he fucked her once, he wouldn't be content. He would be coming back for more and more and more.
"You know," the boy said out loud. "The smart thing is not to try and get even with anyone. The smart thing for us to do is to think of ourselves for a change. We're grown-up emotionally, even if we have a few more years to go, physically. The time has come for us to gratify those feelings. I mean, we can't go around keeping them bottled up, can we?"
This was working out better than Beth had hoped. She had really believed the young man would be hard to convince. After all, in his eyes she was probably just a kid. But now she saw he felt desire for her. It thrilled her to think that someone thought her an adult.
"I think it would be wrong of us to keep it locked inside," she told him agreeing with him.
"Well then, I think you know what we have to do," he insisted.
"Yes," she breathed in reply, knowing full well what they had to do, since that was what she'd had in mind even before meeting him at the soda shop.
A little thrill of forbidden desire began coursing through her quivering young torso. This was the thrill of a lifetime, the thrill of doing something big, really big, something she would remember the rest of her life. It was her own form of self-expression, of rebelling against her father's dictates in spite of what Morey had said about it being wrong to get even for imagined injustices.
Still, there was more to it than some kind of revenge. In the core of her maturing body she felt aroused and on fire. She was at the age where many of her other girl friends were indulging sexually. At least one of them had come out and admitted as much. Why should she be the one to hold back? She had a full, ripe, delightful body, a woman's body even if it was only first starting to develop. She had as much right as any of those women her father brought home to enjoy some sort of consummation. Her breasts were still small, but no less sensitive. Her buttocks were round and tight, and their flesh wasn't soft and flabby. Beneath her taut, flat belly, there were tendrils of pussy hair beginning to grow. They were light, barely discernible, but they were there. She knew she was inwardly passionate. After all, why would she dream of being fucked by her dad all the time if she weren't filled with physical desire.
The thoughts filling the youthful mind of the lovely Beth were already beginning to have their effect on her body. The images, the ideas, the resolutions ... God! She felt a gentle twitching in the depths of her belly and her soft vaginal lips, between her thighs, began secreting droplets of hot cunt juice, just as it had the previous night when she had been spying on her father. The crotch of her white panties was already sodden, causing her to unconsciously open and close her thighs in a continual sexual rhythm. Her nipples hardened under her blouse. The images of what her father and those two women had been doing was so vividly filling her mind, now. More important, leaning against Morey as she did, she was aware of his weighty cock as it pressed against the side of her, exciting and forbidden.
Morey sensed how strongly the young girl was trembling under his arm, shuddering with the sensations taking control of him-feelings deep and animalistic in the core of her delicately young, feminine body, a body that was sexy and delightful. It wouldn't be long now before he'd be putting it to her. She didn't have a cherry, she'd said as much. That meant fucking her would be all the easier. But that he would be first was also important. He'd been first with quite a few other chicks, but not like with this one. This one was important to him. He was going to be the first one to fuck Beth Conebar.
He continued stroking her shoulders, rubbing one with his arm and the other with his hand. Then he let the hand slowly slide down the length of her lovely arm, aware how electric was the effect his motion was having on her. Her face was pressed against his chest, and her hands were clutching his shirt. He sensed a quickening of her breath under his caress. The youth brought his hand up now, sliding it along her smooth back, then down, down, down to the curve of her rounded buttocks, feeling the small, tight fullness of them as his fingers rose to tease along the ridge of her spine. All the while he was whispering into her hair, and the funny thing was, he wasn't handing her a line. For some reason, he meant it.
"We belong together, Beth. Just you and me, the two of us. We don't have to wait for permission or ask anyone for anything. I've done it before, Beth. I'm good at it, I can make it good for you, too. Believe me, it's the most wonderful thing in the world. All you have to do is let yourself go, turn loose, and believe me, you'll find yourself loving it. You can read about it and see it in a movie, and even watch someone else do it, but there's nothing like being involved personally. Just give me the word, honey..."
"Yes," she gasped, panting heavily herself. "Yes, Morey, teach me, because I really do want to learn."
She was breathing faster and faster now, the jets of air from her nostrils like flame against his shirt. She knew precisely what it was the youth was telling her, completely aware of the fact that she would be surrendering her innocence to him, but this, after all, was what she had wanted. Her heart beat faster and faster, because at last she was about to experience first-hand what she had been seeing take place. Sex was not something one did while groping in a parked car. Sex was done the way her father had done it, with a soft bed or sofa under one's back. She wanted to become a woman in the full sense of the word. She was ready, very ready. She had been ready for the longest time. Morey was right. She needed no excuses. If her father was able to do it, so was she. Heck! She had a lot more feeling for Morey as a person than her father had ever had for either of the two tramps he had brought into the house the previous evening. Morey cared, and she knew her father really hadn't cared about the two women, nor had they cared about him.
"Am I just a lay, Morey?" she asked, remembering a term one of her girl friends had used. "Tell me the truth, I won't back out if all you think I am is a momentary thrill."
"Hey, you're special, really special," he told her. "Don't ever get the idea you're just someone to fuck. From now on you're gonna be my own special girl, Beth. I ain't gonna tell you I love you, 'cause I don't know you well enough to say that. I do know you well enough not to lie to you. You're not just a lay, Beth."
"I'm glad," she whispered, and turning her face to his, she let him kiss her mouth.
It was the first kiss she had ever received, a gentle, touching, soft kiss, and Beth loved it. She didn't know if anything permanent would develop between herself and Morey, but right now he was her man.
Morey sensed the heat burning inside her, aware she was letting him know she was surrendering herself to him, and he felt thrilled to know he had won. It was more than just a lay, as he had said. She had become very special to him, and he would have felt awful knowing she wouldn't give herself to him but was saving herself for someone else. She was really ready, primed for his cock. He gently moved his hand up to the rounded swell of her shoulder again, and then lightly put it on the swelling mound of her tiny, albeit firm breast. His palm began caressing the resilient mound, and he ran his thumb back and forth over the hardened nipple, his heart beating insanely in his chest while his prick leaped about like a wild stallion inside his trousers, trying hard to get out.
Beth closed her eyes and sighed, knowing this was going to be her first time, the first cock of her own, and even if it wasn't her father's, she would love it. She was thrilled, fascinated and frightened all at once by what she was going to have happen to her. She was certain every girl must be afraid the first time it happened to her, and she was happy it was happening with someone she really liked.
Morey skillfully continued stroking her tiny breasts. After a while his pressing hand became more firm, then his fingers crawled down and tugged her blouse from inside the top of her cut-offs. One by one he began undoing the buttons of her blouse, and when he had the last button undone, without staring at her, he peeled the blouse from her shoulders and tossed it to the floor. Then he stared at his fingers trailing down the small buds of her breasts. Looking at them, he realized from the size of her nipples that when her breasts did finish blossoming, they would be really big.
Her young hips began squirming against him in a spiraling delight, feeling the hardness of his thigh as she turned her body slightly more toward him. She lifted her lovely face to his, her eyes closed as she offered her tantalizing little lips to him. The boy pressed his mouth to hers, covering her lips, her face, and her throat with countless kisses, flicking his tongue between her teeth and sending rapturous tingles dancing up and down her lovely spine. Excitement filled the both of them as, in their youthful exuberance they clung to one another.
His hands moved to flatten themselves against the tiny hills of her breasts, finding the firm buds of her nipples, pinching them almost painfully with his thumb and forefinger. All the while his tongue continued its constant exploration of her oral interior, flicking against her teeth, her gums, and her palate. She made tiny, excited purring sounds in her mouth. He felt them in his own mouth.
Then his hand slid from the small mound of her breast and moved down to touch her bare thigh.
His fingers jslid along her hot and aching skin and moved under the bottom of her cut-offs, and she shuddered .with thrilled anticipation. Higher and higher his hand continued moving, causing her to shiver with mounting passion and erotic stimulation. Then the tips of his fingers were touching the damp crotch of her silken white panties. The tips slowly pulled aside the crotch band and began rubbing gently, tantalizingly under the cloth, moving up and down the moist, pink-lipped opening, an opening with only a few spider-web-thin hairs surrounding it.
It all felt so good. His fingers on her leg and on her vaginal mount sent vibrant shudders through her quaking interior. The young virgin was inebriated with passion, and she knew the touch of his fingers was far superior to anything she had done to herself. Gee but it felt good, really good.
The strong, almost cock-like probing of his fingers held the drenched crotch band off to one side, then he extended his middle finger and slipped it into her vagina, feeling her virginal inner flesh clench tightly around the invading digit. He pushed delicately, in case some of her hymenial membrane was still in there, but when he had the digit all the way in, all he felt was the hood of rubber covering her cervical opening. Slowly he slid his finger out of her, aware the wetness within her was so hot, she was bubbling. Then he teased the inner lips of her hot and juicy pussy until he came to her clitoris.
Beth jumped. When she had touched it herself, it had been stimulating. To have strange fingers touch it sent electricity buzzing through her. She gasped as he stroked, teased and caressed the tiny nodule, tweaking it and making her hump her ass back and forth. He was excited and aroused by the feel of her delightful softness. He was also aware that under her small layer of baby fat was a body firmer and more desirable than any he had previously known. Her breath came streaming from her nostrils as she opened her mouth wider to more fully receive the tongue fucking its way inside.
There would be no stopping the pair of them now. Each was convinced he or she had seduced the other, totally unaware how much the other had wanted this. From the start they had entered into this with the knowledge that there would be only one ending. It had to finish with fulfillment for them both. Beth was shivery, not so much afraid as she was anxious. She knew if there was any pain, and her friends had insisted the first time had to be painful, it would soon be replaced by the thousand-and-one delightful pleasures she had seen her father and his two trollops endure the previous evening. She wasn't able to control herself, knowing once that penis of his had pierced her, she would be a woman in the true sense of the word.
Morey made her lie down on the soft, velvet sofa, his probing middle finger continuing to tease and tantalize her nakedly throbbing clitoris, his tongue still slithering in and out of her sweet young mouth. God! She was really something!
Finally he took his mouth from hers, his form hovering over her delightfully supine form. Feverishly his anxious fingers began seeking, finding and undoing the buttons on her cut-offs. When he had them open, he began tugging, at the same time hooking his fingers into the waistband of her thin, wispy panties. Slowly, very slowly and tantalizingly he began sliding the cut-offs and underwear down over her firm and delightful young thighs and legs. Without being told to, Beth lifted her buttocks by arching her back, raising her hips to help the youth, and at last her soft, delicate, almost hairless young cunt came into full view of his excited gaze.
Finally he tossed her panties and her cut-offs to the floor, letting them join her blouse as he caressed her shins. Beth sat up, panting heavily with desire and anxiety. Reaching for him, she entwined her arms around his neck and kissed him hard, taking from his kiss the assurance she needed that all this was all right. Slowly she unwound her arms from him and allowed herself to lie down again. She was totally naked now, her delightful body at the complete mercy of the handsome youth beside her. He sat there, drinking in her delightful loveliness, all but slavering over the beauty of her tender nubility. She watched him looking at her, and felt the bubbles intensify in her pussy as more oil seeped from between her thighs.
The aroused young blonde felt a series of continual spasmodic burst of total delight wantonly rippling through her vaginal center. It moved straight up through her body to her brain as the powerful youth's hands closed over the tiny swells of her young breasts. His thumb pressed on her nipple as if pushing a doorbell button, and it was he who was gasping with delight at the satiny pliancy of the solidly exciting tan nipples. He began rolling his fingers across the stone-solid innocent little buds, tweaking them more, and if they had been aroused before, it was nothing compared to the arousal being felt at the present time.
A gasp escaped from Beth's mouth as the youth lowered his head and his open mouth encompassed one of those tan nipples. The boy's tongue flicked across the pellet-like extension, licking it as her hips began a slow, undulating grinding motion on the sofa, the rhythm of sex so totally instinctive in her as it was in all womankind.
Morey's mouth continued to hungrily suck her nipple while he began moving on the sofa beside her. He moaned with excitement, feeling more arousal with this one young girl than he had felt with all his other females, combined. He knew it was partly because she reminded him of his mother, but it was partly because she was herself, making him wonder if his feeling for her stemmed from a desire for her alone, while his desire for his mother possibly stemmed from his desire for Beth.
His hands slowly moved away from her tempting body, and then she was aware he was stripping off his own clothing. He suckled on her breast a little longer, then lifted his mouth from the teat and said, "Look at me, Beth. I want you to look and not be afraid. I'm going to give every last inch of this to you, honey."
Slowly, the beautiful dark blonde girl opened her pretty brown eyes and she saw him kneeling on the edge of the sofa beside her. He was as naked as she, his face twisted with a grin of wanton desire. Her eyes moved from his face to his chest, hard-muscled, hairless, arousing in every way. Then her gaze came to rest on his crotch-on the lengthy hardness standing out from between his loins. It was young, firm, neither as long nor as thick as her father's, yet more than long enough and thick enough. She drew in her breath sharply at seeing one so close. True she had rubbed against it through his pants, but actually looking at it this close took her breath away. If her father's had looked too large to fit into her cunt, this one seemed to be just the right size. She would take this one.
Mmmmmm! It was nice and big, and because she was seeing it up close, fully erected, it never occurred to her how much larger it was then when viewed at a distance. She imagined her father's penis to be unbelievably immense. God! It looked so gorgeous. A full, circumcised head, all rich and light purplish-pink.
Beth imagined feeling that wonderful length of hardness burying itself to the hilt in the tightness of her narrow little vaginal vestibule, surrounding it with the softly fleshy folds of her cunt, and a quake of longing sizzled through her. Would she really be able to take all that after all? It looked thick enough to slice her right up the middle if it wasn't inserted with care.
Her body stiffened on the sofa. She was suddenly afraid, and her lips parted as if to tell him how terrified she was. The sudden realization that she was indeed about to be fucked startled the hell out of her.
"Just relax, honey," the youth panted at her. "Believe me, trust me, I'm not gonna hurt you, not even a little bit. You'll see. It'll all be good. Have faith!"
His words seemed to have a calming and relaxing effect on the lovely blonde-haired girl. Her body settled down and loosened. He had promised he wouldn't hurt her, and she believed him. She trusted him completely. So once more the overpowering want for him began to consume her, and she was again hypnotized as she stared down at the full length of the stiff, hard cock. She was imagining what it would be like to have it rummaging around inside her, almost feeling the joy it seemed to promise once it was inside.
Dreamily, she watched the handsome young man lift himself over her on the sofa and then settle his body beside hers, pressing her against the sofa-back as his mouth once again dipped down and encompassed the fullness of her lovely, small breasts. Beth moaned softly, feeling raging desire as she watched him take first one, then the other nipple into his hungrily salivating mouth, licking and sucking the rigid brownish tips of her small breasts until she felt she wanted to shriek out the pleasure she was feeling, pleasure washing through her quivering body as it had never done before. She had never dreamed that having a boy's lips on her naked body would do such good things to her. This was all so wonderful, she didn't ever want it to end.
The boy's eyes swelled with lust as he stared at the perfect bare triangle at the base of the lovely girl's belly. Her soft, pink pussy seemed to smile up at him, all richly coral and shimmering. It peered at him coyly, almost covertly, letting him know how much it wanted him to come seeking.
God! She had to be the most beautiful female he had ever seen. Well, at least she was as beautiful as his mother. He had never fucked another female as sweet and as exciting as Beth. Her cunt was a work of art, something sculpted by nature to perfection, so rich, so tight, so pink, and so delightfully free of hair that detracted from its good looks. He guessed she would eventually let her hair grow in, but even then it wouldn't be able to totally hide the beauty of that magnificent pussy. It was a cunt made for his cock, and it had been waiting all these years for him to bury his prick inside.
The youth's brain was a mass of boiling desire, an ocean of wanton lust. He spread the soft outer lips wide apart, exposing the full splendor of her inner vagina to his hungry eyes. All he was able to do for the moment was gape at her sweet loveliness.
Taking a deep breath, he rolled himself on top of her, moving between her palpitating thighs, slowly inching forward so that the solid, bloated head of his pulsating penis barely touched itself to the delicious pink crack that had never before been breached. The touch made the beautiful young blonde jerk convulsively. Then it was sliding slowly between her inner lips, and she gasped and held her breath, waiting. The tingling inside her made her flail her head from side to side, and her long, dark-blonde hair, streaming about her face, almost masked her. Her small, hard-nippled young breasts heaved beneath his digging squeezing fingers as she prepared herself for the first time to accept his sexual invasion of her.
The boy controlled the powerful erotic surge he felt shooting through him. If she still had her hymen, he would have thrust four-square into her, sundering the membrane quickly and keeping her pain to a minimum. But not having a hymen made a difference. Now he knew he had to fit himself in slowly. Yes, he had to be careful with this sweet little Elizabeth, because she wasn't one of those lays he would use up and throw away. She was someone he intended fucking for a long, long time. He didn't project too far into the future. The thought of being with her on a permanent basis was out of the question at the moment. That would come in a little while, for though he didn't know it, his fucking this sweet young girl on this particular day would set in motion factors that would enable him to eventually fuck his own mother. But that would be later, just a little later, but nevertheless, later. Right now, his time was taken up with what he was presently doing.
He inserted the rubbery tip of his rock-solid phallus into the narrow little wet hole of her elastic vagina, his knees held so her thighs were being pressed wide, wide apart. The tender hollows of Beth's sculptured thighs began twitching with little cataclysms shooting through them, drawing his hand between them magnetically, feeling said hand spread her lips a little wider. He pressed forward slowly, ever-so-slowly, pushing more and more of his superbly expanding youthful cock into the tightness of her teeming tunnel. He watched her lovely face begin to writhe with some mild pain, a pain that would end as soon as all of him was inside her and she was properly stretched. Soon now, it would all turn to unchained passion.
Little by little the penis sank a bit deeper, feeling her hungry cunt now anxiously swallowing him up, gobbling the head and the stem of his cock as if it were a huge mushroom waiting to be consumed. When he slammed the head to the end of her cunt, letting it bounce off her elastic backwall, she gave a jerk and a little cry, but he knew his cock was finally buried to the balls in the simmering sweetness of her hot and tantalizing cunt, her clasping channel clinging to it in spite of the pain she was feeling.
The passion-thrilled girl felt the oscillating cock as it filled her so totally, thick and hard as it spread the walls of her soft cunt wide apart. She was overwhelmed with a feeling of oneness. With Morey locked inside her, she was feeling as if she were a part of him, and as a result she was seething with overwhelming desire to be an even greater part of him.
God! It was good, really good! It was better than she had ever imagined, and she had imagined it being pure bliss. The pain was already receding, and she knew now she was stretching, taking his thick young cock without difficulty. If she was able to stretch this much, then she would be able to stretch even more and take her father's cock. Her mind was already at work, trying to form some devious plan wherein she would be able to convince her father to fuck her.
The boy knew he had to move slowly, carefully, easily, not wanting to frighten her in any way. He gently began stroking his throbbing prick deeper and deeper into her taut inner flesh, using long, even deep-grinding strokes. Every fiber in his youthful body cried out for him to speed up so he'd be able to fire into her. The pressure was building in the tightness of his balls and they were crying out to him for some form of alleviation.
The hot, thick length of his massive cock drove deep into the narrowly squirming inner recesses of the writhing young girl's tantalizing and eager little pussy, then retreated a little only to submerge itself all over again. The head was pressing firmly against her tender backwall, a piece of flesh that was a lot stronger than it had initially felt, for now he realized that his blunt-headed cock would have needed a sharp point to power its way through. The hot, sodden walls of her cunt adjusted to his thickness, sucking on it, pulling him ever deeper inside around the firm girth and length.
"Morey," she whispered. "Kiss me!"
He complied, letting his lips burn against hers as he continued madly pounding his throbbing cock ever deeper into her internal self. He lifted his lips from hers and smiled at her, and she smiled back.
"Golly!" she gasped. "I knew it would be good, but I never dreamed it would be this good. I'm glad you're doing this with me, Morey. I wouldn't want it with anyone else."
"I'm glad, too, Beth," he murmured.
"I'm going to come whenever you come, so don't hold back. Please don't hold back. The feel of your hot sperm inside me is all I'll need to trigger my orgasm."
Her words were all that was needed to drive the youth to a fevered pitch of rapid motion. She was begging for him to reach his climax. Well he'd come, all right. He'd shoot a load the like of which he'd never shot before, and the like of which she would never feel in the future. God! Would he ever fire a load!
Her sucking cunt was completely fastened to his throbbing cock at the moment, and there was no reason for him to restrain himself since no matter what he did to her, it would only cause pleasant sensations from here on in, and not pain. No, there was no need for tenderness.
The boy began fucking more and more deeply into the narrow tightness of her shuddering pussy, sinking his cock to the limit, driving the length of it so far into her aching young belly, her tightly clasping vaginal walls oozed heavy outpourings of oil to lubricate the way and make the fucking that much more delightful. The swollen sac of his balls, tight between his own thighs, still rubbed against her perineum on every downstroke, slamming firmly into the wetly quivering strip of flesh. Her widespread thighs tried opening even more in order to suck the penis deeper as he withdrew and slammed in again and again.
Faster and faster his long, thick phallic probe continued rapidly hammering into the lovely girl's seething little cunt as she perspired and gasped, thrilled with feelings she had never known before. Beth heaved and bucked and quaked beneath him, thrills the like of which were totally unimaginable filling her from the roots of her hair to the ends of her toenails. She felt like a prize mare locked beneath a stud stallion, and it was so good.
At the same time Beth was learning to rapidly move her tantalizing body in rhythm with the way he was fucking her. She planted her feet flatly against the sofa cushions and lifted her buttocks with every downward thrust of his cock, slamming her crotch violently against his, thrilling each time the base of his prick was sucked on by her tantalizing vulva. Her thighs locked themselves firmly around his driving hips, and it was obvious to the youth that she was about to reach her own orgasm, whether or not he peaked.
Usually Morey had better control over himself. But because of the girl he was fucking, and because she was virginal, plus the fact that hers was the first cunt he had ever plundered without a rubber, he lost all control of himself.
" H H H A A AIIIAAAGGGHHHUUUGGGHHH!" he yelled, and then he was coming, suddenly spurting his hot fountain of white juices into the seething depths of her tight and elastic vagina, the cock jerking out of control as he blasted one shot after another. Tremendous waves of bliss swirled through his balls, his prostate, and the full length of his iron-hard cock as he emptied his hot and fiery seed into the narrowness of her slurping pussy, blasting into her again and again and again. It was a never-ceasing flow of liquid fire filling the narrowness of her chaste interior, letting it overflow to pool beneath her quivering thighs and buttocks on the velvet sofa, staining the cushions.
Beth delighted in the feel of the searing sperm as it washed against her vaginal walls, and she dug her heels a little more deeply into the cushions and pounded her cunt a little higher and a little faster before his cock had an opportunity to shrink.
The orgasm hit her then, an overpowering blast of uncontrolled and vital sensation she had been incapable of beginning to imagine.
"EEEYYYEEEIII ... AAAIIIYYYEEE ... EEEIIIAAAIII!" she shrieked as wave after wave of blissful delight blasted through her simmering tunnel.
By that time Morey was drained and he collapsed on top of her, and the two of them fell asleep, exhausted by their efforts.
CHAPTER FIVE
"What the hell is going on here?" Martin Conebar roared, walking into his living room.
For the first time in a long time he was alone, and he was stupefied to see his naked daughter lying on the sofa, asleep, under the naked body of a youth. The smells of sex filled the air, and there was no mistaking what the two of them had done.
"Holy shit!" Morey gasped, jumping up, his limp cock pulling from Beth's cunt with a loud sucking plop!
"YOU!" he yelled at the boy. "What's your name?"
"M-Morey," the boy gasped. "Morey Carson."
"Carson? You the kid of that lady who lives down the block? The one who dumped her husband?"
"Y-yes," Morey nodded, gulping.
"Fine. I'm going to have a long talk with your mother. Now get your goddamn clothes on and get your ass outta here," Martin yelled.
The boy was already fumbling with his underwear, and he hurriedly slipped into everything and went running out the front door, terrified the man was going to kill him. Beth, still totally naked, lay there on the sofa, unmoving. Inwardly, she was terrified. Outwardly, she presented a calm front.
"Well," Martin told her. "Cover up!"
"Why?" she asked, letting him look at her, suddenly aware that he wasn't merely looking at her like a father, but like a man.
"My God!" the man gasped. "I thought the boy had seduced you ... "
"Seduced me?" the girl shouted. "The heck he did. I seduced him. You think I don't know what goes on with you and those women you bring here all the time?"
"Now just a minute, young lady," he snapped at her. "I'm an adult, and I'm responsible for my own actions..."
"And I'm just a kid?" she yelled back. "Well take a good look at me, Daddy, and tell me I'm just a kid. I have as much right as you do to feel the things I feel, and the same right you have to make myself feel good about them."
"It has nothing to do with your being a kid," Martin gasped. "You're a girl. It just isn't right ... "
"No?" she asked. "What about all those women you brought here? Was it any more right for them?
Why should I not be allowed to enjoy a sex life while those women you bring here enjoy everything?"
"Those girls are tramps," he roared. "They put out to get something from me. You're not that kind of girl, Beth."
"I may not use my body to get things," she reiterated, "but that's no reason why I shouldn't have the right to get laid. I like it, Daddy. I like it a lot."
"Oh you do," he snapped, feverish, because looking at his daughter's nakedness reminded him so much of his wife. God! He didn't know why, but he felt an overpowering urge to fuck the girl.
It took all his willpower to hold himself back. But as he looked at her, he continued mentally licking his chops, and he knew the anger he was directing at her was not that of a father angry at a daughter for doing something wrong. Rather it was the anger of a lover who had dared to give her body to some other man. Dear God! He wanted his own daughter, but he dared not admit it. He had to fight the feeling.
"Yes I do," she replied. "Morey is a nice boy. He ... reminds me a lot of you, the way he looks and all. And he's considerate. He's even built like you down there, between the thighs."
"How do you know how I'm built?" he asked, sweating profusely at this point, aware only of how much he wanted to use that daughter of his. God! She was a stunning little piece. What he felt transcended the mere physical. He was in love with her in his own way.
"I've seen you," she gasped, shutting up as she realized she had said too much.
"So you saw me and you wanted to emulate what I was doing by using some other boy, huh?"
"That's about it," she told him, defiantly.
"Young lady, you have a lesson that has to be learned," he snapped.
"Are you going to be the one to teach it to me?" she asked. "Come on, Daddy, let's see you take down your pants in front of your own daughter, this time knowing she's looking at you."
"Don't you open a big mouth to me," he roared. "I can remedy little girls with big mouths."
"You're just a lotta hot air, Pops," she snapped.
"Pops?" he bellowed.
He was crazed, unable to think straight. The desire for her was gaining control of him, and there was no way for him to stop himself. He was in love with his own daughter, and he was going to use her, even if he had to rape her to do it. But he wouldn't use her cunt, not today. That had been used by the boy, and Marty didn't take seconds from anyone ... not even his own daughter.
He was tearing off his clothing, and Beth was suddenly scared. She didn't believe he would really undress in front of her. He stood over her, staring down into her frightened eyes, now in his undershorts.
With his groin a mere two feet away from her face as she remained half lying half sitting on the sofa, he peeled down his undershorts, allowing his long, thick cock to fall out, the head mere inches from his daughter's trembling mouth. He gripped it in his right hand and began massaging it a little. The conflict within him concerning this being his daughter raged with his desire for her, and as a result he wasn't hard just yet. But he knew there was no way from keeping his cock from growing. If there was one thing he was certain about it was the reaction of his prick to his daughter's body. She looked so much like her mother there was no way short of beating the penis down with a stick that he would keep it from stiffening.
His wife's death had left a big hole in the fabric of his existence. He had gone with many women who had physical resemblances to his wife in the hope of assuaging his need for the woman. But not until now did he feel anything emotionally.
He stared at his daughter's young, nubile body as it lay there quivering, stretched out now on her back on the divan, and slowly, in almost herky-jerky movements, his throbbing cock seemingly snapped to life. It grew longer and longer until the full length of it stood out from his weightily dangling balls. Under normal conditions it was enormous. But aroused as he felt at the sight of his daughter's body, his penis seemed to grow even longer and thicker.
Beth stared at her daddy's solid cock, swelling and enlarging to its full frightening length. It was so much longer and thicker up close than it had looked from a distance. It was certainly larger than that of Morey. If her daddy poked that into her tight little pussy it would go all the way up to her forehead-from the inside, assuming he didn't lip her cunt apart, first.
At the same time she saw how rugged the rest of his body looked this close up. He was hard, lean, muscular, as if iron filled his muscles from top bottom. Even his cock seemed to have an iron bar in it as it stood out from his balls. There was no fat on him, no soft flesh, and in spite of her fear, Beth was once again aroused. He was not only the most beautiful man she had ever seen, but he was, after all, her father. Looking at him caused her to feel turned on all over again.
He moved forward and touched her lips with the tip of his cock, and she raised her eyes and looked at the coldness written all over his face. He wasn't merely going to fuck her. He wanted her to do what Peggy had done Hie previous night. He wanted that cock of his shoved down her throat.
"Daddy ... no!" she gasped. "Not that!"
"Why not?" he laughed. "You seemed to like fucking..."
"That was my first time, Daddy, I swear it," she pleaded.
"Fine. Then all I've lost is your vaginal virginity. I'm going to take your oral virginity, honey. So you get down on your knees and start to work."
"No!" she shrieked.
Before she knew what was happening, his hand had reached out and gripped her by her long hair.
"Just like your mother," he was saying, more to himself than to her. "Yes, you're going to learn just as she did. I had to force her the first time, too."
"No, Daddy, no!"
"Yes, Beth, yes."
He tugged on her hair, yanking her off the sofa, forcing her to the carpet on her knees. Not for one moment did her eyes leave the enormous stanchion standing out from his crotch. Totally naked, she was kneeling before her father like some hedonistic slave, and he was moving forward, using his ankles to grip her knees as he held the tip of his cock directly in front of her lovely face. It swayed from side to side, and he gave a short, thrusting motion with his hips, the penis stopping less than an inch from her tightly closed lips. She turned her head to avoid touching the throbbing penile head.
"You said you wanted to learn, baby," he told her. "Well, Daddy's gonna teach you the right way to give head. You're going to suck this cock, and when I please, I'm going to fuck you with it, too. From now on you get all your action from Daddy."
Beth shook her head violently, suddenly terrified of her own father. She was too frightened to open her mouth and tell him she wouldn't do it.
But Martin wasn't in the mood to play games at this point. He wanted his daughter so badly his balls were swollen with pain. Reaching down, he grabbed a handful of her long, dark blonde hair, and he knotted it tightly in his clenched fist. Tugging, he saw her face screw up with agony.
"Come on, baby," he insisted. "Daddy's cock needs sucking. See, I didn't even bring any girls home today. I was going to spend time with my baby. But if this is the way you want to spend time, well then, let's get to it."
But Beth began shaking her lovely head again and again, this time straining hard to try and pull away. He twisted a handful of her hair until her knees actually rose from the floor.
"Daddy's only trying to teach you all about what you want to learn," he snapped at her. "Now open that lovely mouth of yours and I promise I won't pull your hair anymore. Keep your mouth closed ... "
Tears fell from her clenched eyes as'she opened her lips just the littlest bit, but he had his grip firmly on her hair, and she knew he would pull the hair from her head if he tugged any harder. She had to ease the pain, and the only way to do it was to open her mouth, so she did so.
As soon as her lips were parted enough for the head of his cock to fit between them, Martin eased the painful hold he had on his daughter's hair. He rocked his body forward a little, slipping the initial couple of inches between her wet lips, letting the corona slide in as the underside of the penile head rested on the tip of heir tongue.
"Now you look up at Daddy," he commanded, towering over the young blonde girl like some primeval giant.
Beth looked up, the weight of his thick penis still locked between her tantalizing lips. She shuddered and pressed her lips tightly around the head, suddenly aware of the sponginess. She also became aware of the penile leakage, and found the tang not at all unpleasant.
"Better, much better," he nodded. "Now, does
Daddy have to hold your hair, or will you behave and start doing this without any additional prompting?"
Beth knew better than to continue defying him. Fighting her father was useless, especially since her inner body was already responding and the juices in her vagina were bubbling. It was better to do as her father instructed than to fight with him and have him hurt her. He was going to have his way anyway. Her pussy was alive with lust all over again, her mind filled with memories of the way Morey had poled her. As a result, she began salivating heavily, making it easier for her father to push his penis a little deeper.
She tightened her lips around the smoothness of the rubbery penile point as it sank a little deeper in her mouth. She sucked amateurishly, slurping all over it like a little girl licking an all-day sucker.
"Come on, Beth," her father urged, his voice no longer cold or cruel, but oddly enough, filled with encouragement and love. "You can do better than that, you sweet, beautiful little girl. Use more tongue and tighten those lovely lips."
He pushed another thick inch into her narrow mouth, and suddenly Beth realized that with only half the length of her daddy's cock in her mouth, the head was already pressing into her gullet. She would choke if he pushed it any deeper.
Martin was re-living the first time with his wife, when he'd had to force her to suck his cock. His wife had put up much more of a struggle, and he had hoped Beth would fight him a little more so he'd be able to completely recapture everything. It would have been a pleasure to use a bit more force mis first time, as he had done with her mother.
What the hell! It didn't matter that much. Just watching the way his stunningly lovely young daughter knelt helplessly at his feet, her lips tightly clinging to his cock, was a total wanton delight for him. God! It had been so long since he'd felt sensations this strong.
It had been such a long time since he'd had such thrills invade his shuddering body. Now that he had Beth, and now that he realized how much he sexually needed her, he was going to make up for everything. He pushed another inch into her mouth, the weighty, rubbery head clogging her pharynx as her beautiful cupid's-bow lips curled around the pulsing pole and she gagged. The penis rubbed into her gullet, and she choked and coughed until he decided to ease the penis back a little. She tried pleading with him again, but her mouth was filled with cock, and words wouldn't come out.
He looked down at her, at the loveliness of her dark blonde head as her mouth began slowly sliding back and forth on his fleshy tube. He was filled with arousal as he used to be with his wife, and even seeing the smallness of Beth's tits only aroused him that much more. God! She would have big, beautiful knobs in the not-too-distant future, and he wanted to be the one to fondle and handle those tits.
His hands reached down and rubbed her nipples, and Beth thought it was a signal for her to stop sucking.
"No you don't, Beth baby," her father insisted. "You just keep on using that lovely mouth of yours and sucking like crazy. I want to feel those lips of yours here, eventually," he said, his finger touching the base of his cock where it joined to his pelvis.
Sighing, Beth slipped the thick phallus between her lips, drooling all over it and licking around its steel-solid length with her pink, tantalizing tongue. Her breasts, small as they were, wobbled just a little, and the sight of it made Martin's cock stiffen a little more. He loved looking at the firmness of the small breasts with their tan nipples and areolae, a smaller version of her mother's breasts, but reminiscent nevertheless. The nipples were so elongated and lovely, shuddering as her mouth sucked on his throbbing phallic length. Soon they would grow so long and so firm, they would bounce as if the nipples were held up by invisible strings. Looking straight down, Martin was filled with wanton desire at the sight of her lovely breasts. All the while her mouth slid back and forth on the length of his throbbing penis, and she was sucking with more and more expertise.
The man placed his open palms on either side of her lovely face and tightly held her, preventing her from moving as he began to rhythmically fuck his throbbing cock back and forth between her luscious lips, the super-sensitive penis sliding across the edges of her bottom teeth and into the warm, wet confines of her oral cave. The licking pressure of her tongue beneath sent chills of wonder blistering through his body-chills he had never imagined himself capable of feeling again. It licked along the urethra, and she felt the thick tube in the phallic underside, remembering seeing how it pulsed when Peggy had sucked on this same cock the previous night.
"Beth baby, that's so good," her father gasped. "Good, good, keep on licking it like that, honey ... yes ... yes ... that's the way."
He began fucking her mouth a little harder and a lot faster, each long stroke burying itself a little more in the depths of her lovely wanton mouth. The head of the penis rubbed along the palate as it pushed into her gullet, gagging her.
"There, you're really doing it right," he told her. "I'm going to give you some lovely meat on which to chew ... more cock!"
Martin was adoring every second of this, certain that his daughter was the only other woman in the world capable of sucking and fucking like his wife had once done. God! It was so long, so long since he'd felt anything this delightful. All those years of suffering, of fucking countless other women in the hope of finding someone as good as his wife, and here she was, living in his own home the entire time. God! This beautiful, naked girl was his daughter, but he didn't feel shame or remorse. He felt the need for more and more of her lovely mouth. Her lips and tongue and throat were pulling on his penis, actually tugging it deeper, and the harder she sucked, the thicker and longer his penis seemed to grow.
Beth was choking and gagging and gasping for some much needed air. The fleshy length of her daddy's monolithic cock continued pressing down on her tiny tongue and sliding into the narrow, sensitive passageway of her gagging gullet. In the beginning she had been certain she would strangle on it as it plunged so far into her esophagus, but now the muscles were first beginning to relax, and the penis slid all the more easily across the flat of her tongue and into her narrow throat.
Each time he pulled it back, only the mushroom-shaped head was left locked behind her front teeth, then he would slam the full length of the penis forward, ramming the slithery penile length all the way in until the head sank all the way into the narrow tightness of her tantalizing throat. Stiff and straight as it was, it seemed to bend just enough to fit down her gullet. There was no pain, only lust and desire, for Beth was sucking in the same way her mother did-as no other woman knew how to do. Christ! It felt fantastic to slide that long, rigid python of his down her clamping gullet, feeling her choke around the penis. That choking constricted her throat and created even more pressure on his throbbing cock.
Beth didn't know why, but she was enjoying the pressure of her father's cock in her gullet, even if it almost strangled her. It seemed as if she had developed massaging fingers in her throat, and each time she choked, her gullet rubbed the penis that much harder, and she knew it wouldn't be much longer before her daddy exploded his hot sperm down her throat. She remembered seeing the way Peggy's throat muscles contracted and swallowed, and she knew she had to do the same thing when her father finally unleashed his flood.
As it was, she was tasting a continual flow of seminal oil. It was oozing from the tip of his throbbing phallus, and the taste of it mingled with the flavor of his meaty penis.
Her father pulled his penis all the way out of her mouth, holding it so only the head was pressing against her nibbling lips. Her own head still hurt where her daddy had pulled her hair, and she knew he wouldn't hesitate to do so again if she tried getting away. Not that she wanted to. Beth hated to admit it to herself, but now she understood why Peggy had so willingly sucked this penis. It was a female gourmet's delight, and she enjoyed tasting it from top to bottom.
The feeling was so good, Martin was barely able to stand what he was enjoying. His weighty balls ached with uncontrolled pressure of his burning sperm load, and it was getting harder and harder to hold the semen back.
He taunted her softly nibbling lips as long as he was able. Then he pushed the full length of his solidly throbbing prod all the way down her gullet, feeling her wetly glistening lips eagerly suck and surround it, warmly, eagerly tasting it. He began long, slow fucking movements, once again holding her head still between his hands while burying his huge cock right up to the brushy hilt in her mouth, his pubic hair tickling her as it brushed against her lips and chin.
"That's it, that's it ... don't stop now, honey ... don't stop ... not if you love your father," he instructed. "Just keep on sucking as if there's no tomorrow."
Beth wouldn't have been able to answer even if she had wanted to. The long length of hard cock was continually fucking faster and faster into the narrow tightness of her crushing gullet, and it was all she was able to do to keep from strangling. Saliva ran down her throat, keeping the passageway wet and slippery for the cock, and she was grateful for that much, knowing if her throat tightened up now, the penis would choke her.
Over and over her father continued slamming his hard cock down her delicate throat, moving it past her lovely lips and stroking it so deep it seemed to punch right into her belly. She was aware of urethral twitching, and she felt his balls leap up and down against her chin and knew the time was fast arriving when he would come. There seemed to be some kind of rumbling deep inside him, and she knew that at any second he would empty his balls down her throat. She wanted it! She had waited so long for her father to make love to her, she would take his sperm any way she was able to get it.
Martin felt the boiling semen starting to bubble in the seething depths of his prostate, as if waiting for the millions of little sperm to crawl up from the testicles and join with the fluid. He slowed down a little, easing his cock back and forth its full length, but slowly. He wanted to feel every fantastic drop of his sperm load shoot along the full length of his throbbing prick and blast from his pulsing penile point into his daughter's lovely little mouth. He ached to feel her choke and gag around his cock as her mother had done when he was coming until there wasn't a single drop of seed left.
Panting, he leaned back a little, bracing his legs, fucking his cock smoothly down the narrow, passageway of her throat. Her head remained rock-steady in his hands.
He was ready to shoot and he was unable to hold it back.
"Ohmigod! OHHH-AAAGHHH!! " he bellowed, feeling the white-hot fluid come rushing from the depths of his balls, moving up the stiffened length of his throbbing cock. He shoved the heavy length of his penis forward until every last bit was lodged in the narrow tightness of her lovely throat, and then he lunged even harder.
Beth sucked. She drank every last little sticky drop of her father's hot flow, feeling like a cannibal, drinking down millions of sisters and brothers who would never exist. Yet she thirsted for the sperm like someone dehydrated in the desert thirsted for water. She drank it all down in big gulps as it continued gushing into her mouth.
Then a funny thing happened. The thick head of the penis was rubbing against something in the back of her throat, touching nerve-endings never before touched, and she realized, she, too, was coming, coming from doing rather than being done to.
"GGGRRRLLLMMMH-HHWWWAAAGGGLLLHHHRRRHHH!" she gagged, and fell back, pulling her father's cock with her so that his knees hit the sofa cushions as her head rested on them and she drank and drank and drank.
CHAPTER SIX
"No other boys or men," her father was saying.
He was seated across from her at a local restaurant. They were in a private booth at the rear of the restaurant, and they had just finished eating.
"Then you can't play with other women," Beth insisted.
She was wearing a blue dress, and he had his suit on again. God! She looked so innocent and sweet. Who'd believe that less than two hours earlier, she had been sucking his cock with those girlish lips of hers.
"I can't promise that," he told her. "You know that."
"You mean you still want other women," Beth snapped.
"I mean ... well ... I just don't want you to run the risk of getting some venereal disease," he insisted.
"If you fool around with other women, I'm going to keep on doing things with Morey," she told him. "You know, he's a lot like you. Tall, dark, handsome, though he's not built quite as big as you ... yet"
Martin realized talking to his daughter and forbidding her was foolish. She obviously had a crush on this Morey, just as she loved him. But she wasn't the kind of girl who gave herself indiscriminately. Maybe he'd stop by and have a chat with Morey's mother the following evening and convince her to tell her son to stay away from his daughter.
"You know that what we did was wrong," her father told her.
"Why?" she asked. "Because someone once told you it was wrong?"
"You know what would happen if you ever had a baby because of me?"
"Daddy, I'm not a complete dummy," she assured him with a worldly air that surprised him. "But no one says that I have to have a baby. I mean, I know about contraception. I wouldn't dream of letting Morey do anything to me without using some sort of protection."
"I didn't see any rubber on his cock," the father snapped.
"I'm the one using the protection," Beth replied. "I wear a diaphragm."
Good God! Was it possible he was wrong about his daughter? Was she some sort of common tramp, after all?
"Beth, since when..."
"Since this afternoon," she replied as he sipped his lukewarm coffee. "I went to the doctor and had him measure me for one, and then I put it in, and afterward, Morey and I. . . welllll ... for the first time."
"I see," her father nodded, relaxing a little.
"So you see, Daddy, as long as I take precautions, we have nothing to worry about where babies are concerned. And if we don't make babies, as far as I'm concerned, there's nothing wrong with you and I doing things. I mean, do you love any woman more than you love me?"
"No," he admitted.
"Much as I like Morey, I don't love him as much as I love you. So let's stop playing games. Let's finish supper, then go home, and you can let me feel what it's like to have that big, juicy cock of yours in my vagina instead of just in my mouth."
"Honey, about what happened this afternoon..."
"Hey, Daddy, it's all right, I loved it. I'm glad you forced me. Otherwise I'd never have known how good it was. So come on, let's stop being silly. You want me. I want you. Let's eat, go home, and fuck."
So Martin paid the bill, he and his daughter got into his car, went home, and he fucked her three different times that night.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Hey!" Morey heard a voice call to him, and turning he saw the blue Mark VI parked at the curb.
Walking over, he peered inside and saw Beth's father. The man had been waiting for him after school.
"Get in!" Martin told the boy.
The youth, too afraid to disobey, slid in on the passenger's side, and the girl's father looked at the boy and said, "Just what is it you feel for my daughter?"
"Hey, Mr. Conebar, believe me, she's something special," the boy insisted. "I mean, she wasn't just a lay."
"Yeah, well I think she-likes you, too," Martin said. "The trouble is, she-likes you too much. I want to know, if I let you go on seeing her, d'you think you can keep from doing what you did again-at least until she's a little older?"
"Gee," Morey gasped. "I can sure try."
"Don't just try," the father insisted, taking a ten dollar bill from his wallet. "Now you go and take Beth to the movies. Have her home by nine o'clock at the latest."
"Sure thing," the boy nodded. "Hey, thanks, Mr. Conebar, thanks a lot, believe me, you won't be sorry. I really dig Beth."
Sure, Martin thought. You dug right into her cunt.
Well, now he had that matter settled, but to make certain the boy wouldn't suddenly get too horny, he decided it might be a good idea to talk to the boy's mother. He knew she worked as a secretary, but her working hours were adjusted so that she was home by the time he came out of school.
Driving directly to the house where Morey lived with his mother, knowing its location from having passed it many times in the years he had lived in the neighborhood, Martin parked his car in front of the two-story home, got out, and rang the doorbell. As he waited for May Carson to answer, Martin reflected on the many times he had seen her shopping or pottering around in her garden. She usually had curlers in her hair or a bandana on her head, and so it was nearly impossible to see what she really looked like. Because he had always gone by in a moving car, he hadn't had a chance to look at her face for any length of time, and therefore was unable to determine whether or not she was attractive. Not that it mattered to a man like Martin. He was surrounded by beautiful women all day long and save for his wife and daughter, had, up to now, been totally impervious to the looks of other women. As far as he was concerned, women were meant to be used, nothing more.
When the door opened, he suddenly found himself facing an extraordinary looking woman with dark-blonde hair, and though she was facially different from his wife and daughter, there were so many similarities, for the first time since the death of his wife he felt a stirring inside him that was something other than physical when looking at a mature woman. Perhaps because of his feeling for his daughter his desires were suddenly reflected toward this woman as well, but there was no denying she was lovely, and the sight of her set his pulses racing as none of the women who worked for him were able to do. She had a small nose, deep brown eyes, a bright, winning smile behind full, kissable lips, and from the neck down she was the image of his late wife. She even wore chino pants as his wife had done, her hips slim, but rounded and in no way boyish. Her eyes looked at him staringly, inquiringly, wondering what he wanted, and she said, "Yes?"
"Mrs. Carson?" he said.
"I'm May Carson," she nodded.
"Mrs. Carson, I'm Martin Conebar, from down the block. I'd like to speak to you about something rather delicate. May I come in?"
"Of course," May nodded, recognizing the man whom she had often seen going into and out of his home, though she had seen him from a distance.
This close, May decided Martin was not merely good-looking, but awesomely handsome. What was more, not having had anything to do with a man for quite some time now since she had found no man really worth going to bed with, May Carson was in an extremely sexy mood. Under normal conditions, she wouldn't have dreamed of having anything physical to do with a man when just meeting him. But there was no question about this man's magnetism, and even though her conscious mind had not accepted him as a lover yet, her subconscious already had him categorized and labeled as definitely worth the effort. Only time would tell whether his abilities matched his looks.
She ushered him into her living room and offered to pour him a drink. He refused, claiming it was too early in the afternoon. May sat on the sofa and motioned him to sit, as well. It was a light off-white sofa still covered with heavy plastic, and it made a scrunchy sound when they sat.
"What seems to be the problem?" May asked.
"Your son," he said softly.;
"Has Morey gotten himself into some kind of trouble?" May asked.
"If my daughter can be considered trouble," he nodded.
"I'm sorry," she shrugged. "I don't understand."
"Your son has gotten into my daughter," he told her. "So you might say he's gotten into trouble."
"Goodness," May gasped. "I know Morey is sometimes reckless, but still ... something like this?"
"Mrs. Carson, I've spoken with Morey, and for the most part he seems to be an extremely intelligent young man," Martin told her. "I can understand children at that age experimenting-wanting to find out what sex is all about. But my daughter is still a bit young for something like that."
"Of course," May nodded. "But what can I do?"
"Your son is obviously going to go on seeing my daughter," Martin explained. "Though he's promised to keep his hands off her, the simple fact is, they're only human. I'm not going to try and prohibit Beth from seeing Morey, but by the same token, I'd wish you'd remind him whenever he goes out with her to remember she's still just a young girl. No matter what she wants, and I'll admit your son is apparently good enough so that she'll want more, he has to maintain some sort of control over himself."
May was startled. She knew her son fooled around a little, but she'd had no idea he had developed such expertise as to make women want more. Usually, it was the boy who went begging after the girl. Her son was certainly different from her husband. Well, he probably took after her own side of the family. In any case, she began seeing her son in a new light.
"Well," she said, "I'll certainly do my best, Mr. Conebar."
CHAPTER EIGHT
He was sipping a glass of wine she had finally convinced him to accept, looking at May. She was wearing a light summer dress that had no belted waist. It was blue, with white polka dots, and he was able to see through it because she was sitting with her side toward the window, and her silhouette stood out clearly. She had nothing on under the dress.
They had talked at great length about each other, having finished talking about their children. Her mannerisms, her way of tossing her head, her smile, all reminded him so much of his dead wife. As a result he unconsciously preened himself, causing his skin to radiate and his eyes to shine, and with every passing second each was becoming more and more desirable in the other's eyes.
"You know," Martin said, "your son and my daughter are at the movies. I was wondering if you might consider coming out with me."
Two hours later, they were finishing dinner. Instead of going out, the two of them had worked together in May's kitchen and had made the supper. Then they had done the dishes together, after which May had put some soft music on the stereo and they had danced. He'd held her close, feeling her delicious nakedness under her dress, and he had kissed her neck.
"Mrs. Carson, you're an extremely desirable woman," he whispered in her ear.
"And you're an exceptional man, Mr. Conebar," she murmured, feeling her pent-up hunger take total possession of her.
Desire flooded throughout her aching body, and she trembled with want for him. The voluptuous divorcee felt him press his mouth to hers, and she kissed him hungrily. His tongue sank into her mouth, and she sucked on it, filled with desire. A low moan erupted from her chest and her arms snaked around his neck.
"Maybe our children aren't old enough to know better," she whispered. "But I'm old enough to know what I want, and what I want is you."
There were times when words would have been superfluous. Martin knew anything he said at this moment might break the spell the both of them were enjoying. Heat was sizzling in him as he realized he wanted this woman as much as he had wanted his own daughter, the previous night.
Picking her up, he carried her up the flight of nearby stairs and found the master bedroom without any trouble. He carried her inside and set her on top of the covers. His tongue was moving in and out of her mouth like some small excited penis.
Martin began using his hands to stroke her. First he massaged her back and shoulders, and then his hands moved around to the fullness of her balloon-like breasts, large, round, yet upstanding. At the same time he pressed himself firmly against her, grinding the bulge of his throbbing cock against the softness of her yearning vaginal flesh as she spread her thighs. His hand had tugged her dress up, and now he pulled it over her head, exposing her nakedness in all its white glory.
Martin looked at her, drinking her in, admiring her, feeling more than mere physical desire for her, as he had felt more than mere physical desire for his own daughter and his deceased wife. Then his right hand began moving down the flat plane of her tender belly, around to massage the pliant flesh of her trembling buttocks.
The beautiful woman began to quiver and moan, her voice low in her trembling throat as Martin's hand hungrily searched out the curves and hollows of her delightfully naked flesh. During this entire time, their tongues intermingled again and again, chasing, darting, stroking, and licking at each other.
Pulling his anxious mouth away from hers, he finally let his left hand move gently downward toward the base of her belly, tantalizing her tender flesh as he stroked it. A moment later, he was teasing the soft golden hairs on her pubis as he once again kissed her full and sensuous lips.
For a moment May decided the best thing to do would not be to make herself appear too easy. As he lowered his head and allowed his lips to clamp firmly on the swell of her nipple, a pinkish-brown bud that stood at attention the moment his tongue touched it, she whispered, "Don't you think we're moving a little too quickly? I mean, you came here to talk about our children, now here we are, doing what we don't want our children to do."
A loud groan of hunger was the man's only reply, his voracious mouth fastening itself firmly on the full mound of her deliciously succulent breast. His moan echoed by her delighted gasp of pleasure drove further thoughts of resistance from her mind. After a moment, he moved his hungrily devouring mouth to the other breast, leaving the first one shining with the wetness of his saliva.
Then his mouth left the soft resilience of her swollen breasts and it worked its way upward once again. The two of them kissed savagely, hungrily, recognizing more than lust in one another. There was genuine need, not merely for flesh of the opposite sex. He needed this particular woman, and she needed him. He kissed downward again, over her swan-like throat, her breasts, and her belly as his hands began removing his clothing.
"My son might come home," she whispered. "I've never done anything here in the house."
"He took my daughter to the movies two hours ago. If it's a double feature, they won't be out for another two hours," he muttered, clamping his hot, wet mouth solidly against the tender flesh of her throbbing breasts.
Once more he moved his right hand lower until it rested on the tendrils of gold hair covering her venereal mount. Without the least hesitation, he slipped an outstretched middle finger into the dampness of her wetly heated succulent vaginal passageway.
Blazing flashes of turbulent desire wantonly began wildly flickering through May's undulating loins, making her aware how much she needed his lust-provoking caresses.
"Uuuunnnhhh ... aaannnhhh ... ooonnnhhh..." she incoherently crooned as she reveled being held in his strong, masculine arms. For the moment all thoughts of her son had evaporated, though had she stopped to think about it, she had been clinging to Martin because he looked like an older, more mature version of her son. Had she been aware of her subconscious incestuous thoughts, she would have been shocked.
Spreading her thighs even wider, she gave him greater access to her womanly chamber. He touched the quivering little nerve as she breathed out, shuddering, "Oooonnnhhh ... yessss ... that feels ... uuunnnhhh ... so wonderfulllll..."
Martin's middle finger once again wormed smoothly into the taut, wet vaginal opening, and with a delicately gentle rhythm began slipping in and out of her wetly seeping crevice.
At the same time he used his thumb to massage her clitoris, rubbing the swollen bud, tantalizing it and making her feel arousal the like of which no man had ever made her feel before. His hand slid lower, his finger sinking deeper into the tightness of her cuntal canal, and he was rewarded by a loud, shuddering sigh of pleasure coming from her soft lips.
Martin knew she was his now, totally helpless and a slave to his wishes. Her panting breath was coming heavily from her throat while his own breathing was hoarse and raspy. The blowjob given by his own daughter had been the closest thing he'd known to paradise since his wife's death. Now he had a feeling he was about to experience an even greater rapture.
"Now," Martin insisted, squeezing her breasts.
"Yes," she nodded, knowing she needed no more warming up.
He rolled her over onto her face, and she didn't fight him. Whatever he wanted to do was all right with her, because May had the feeling that whatever he did, she would love. Her long blonde hair now spilled down around both sides of her lovely face, hiding it, and for a moment, looking at her this way, Martin felt he was staring at his wife. Her buttocks lifted in wanton invitation, wagging from side to side.
"Fuck me now!" she moaned, actually commanding him. But it was the kind of command he intended obeying.
Martin scrambled into position behind her, using his strong knees to force the soft, pillarly thighs even wider apart. He stared with lust at the pink slash between her pouting labia, and knowing he was gazing at her made the lovely woman flush with desire. Her buttocks began moving of their own accord, as if semaphoring to him that she was ready.
His hands gripped her lovely white ass-cheeks and peeled them apart, opening them with a sort of worshipful reverence she had never felt at anyone else's hands. He moved forward and let the bulbous head of his throbbing cock rub against her soft, tender labia.
May moaned and shoved her buttocks impatiently back at him, aching to feel the full length of his long, solid phallus pulsating in the depths of her vagina. Her head was hanging down, and she was staring between her dangling breasts at the massive penile stanchion, and she first realized how long and how thick the cock was. She had never seen one quite that huge. This was going to be a really good one. Shudder after shudder of forbidden pleasure rippled delightedly through her quaking body. Then he towered his face to her buttocks.
The man's tongue was suddenly a thing come alive, bringing with it lasciviously exciting and thrilling sensations, feelings she had experienced only to a minor degree before compared to what she was feeling now. She groaned with rapture when the tongue flicked against her pulsating anal opening. Cold sparks of frost ran madly from the base of her spine to her neck as his tongue probed into the little orifice and licked away at the sphincter.
"Unh ... unh ... unh..." she gasped as the tantalizing skewer of tongue probed ever more deeply into her.
May shuddered as if she were suffering from some uncontrollable palsy. Her hands and her knees were suddenly too weak to support her, and she fell flatly forward on the bed. A moment later, he had her knees jackknifed under her again, lifting her rounded white ass-cheeks high up into the air. His tongue kept working, and she felt pleasures charge insanely through her. No one, but no one had ever licked her anus before, and the sensation was maddening, to say the least.
Instinctively, the beautiful divorcee began rotating her lovely buttocks in tiny little obscene circles, the cheeks moving around and around and around as she sought to feel his tongue penetrate even more deeply into her rectal tunnel. She wanted these wanton sensations to go on and on, for oddly enough, she was about to experience something totally new and different-an anal orgasm. There seemed to be nothing else in this world at the moment save for the marvelous torment of his licking tongue as it made the fires within her intensify. Yes, yes, it was very definitely possible to come this way, and this was what she wanted, finding herself reveling wildly in the lewdly forbidden act until she thought her entire body was about to spin off into outer space and explode into a trillion tiny rejoicing shards.
"GGGHHHAAAIIIYY-YAAAGGGHHHAAGGHH!" she shrieked as the rectal climax took hold of her, stiffening her.
God! It was so good. But good as it had been, her body now clamored for more. She needed greater teasing, then a more powerful climax.
Martin's face was sodden with the juices that had come splashing from her vagina as she had thrilled to her orgasm. He lifted his face from the trembling crevice between her ass-cheeks, and then moved himself into position, ready to thrust his cock into her.
The throbbing organ had total control over him, and he felt ready to climb a wall in order to attain his satisfaction. He had to jam his penis into the narrowness of her throbbing cunt or the top of his head would blow off. Caressing the softly wriggling flesh of her rounded buttocks, the man moaned out his pleasure. God! She was so beautiful ... so perfect, and she had such a nice ass. Her ass-hole and her cunt were deliciously clean. One day he would fuck that ass-hole, when he got to know her better. Oh yes, this was one woman he was definitely going to get to know better.
May gasped as she felt the hot, blood-bloated head of his pulsing cock press wetly into the soddenly waiting slit between her billowing ass-cheeks. For a moment she thought he intended fucking her ass-hole, but she didn't fight him. If that was what he wanted, she would let him do it, because anything he did seemed to make her feel good.
The pulsing point slowly began sliding lower, moving downward between the slippery flanges of her tantalizing cunt lips where it nudged apart the softly curling strands of her delectable vagina. Little by little it tried working its way into the narrow stricture of her cunt as his finger massaged her clitoris. This sent a jolt of ragged pleasure through her body, and she tried pulling away.
Martin's hands slid around the tops of her lovely thighs and held her in place, his fingers squeezing her white flesh, digging into her. She gasped and stayed still.
"You put it in," he instructed, panting heavily, his hands still holding her thighs.
The nakedly kneeling blonde divorcee didn't waste time. Without the least little bit of hesitation, she groped between her thighs and closed her fingers around the lust-bloated shaft, guiding it to the wetly clasping mouth of her vagina.
The dark-haired executive began a slow prodding against the softness of the woman's tightly narrow elastic opening, feeling her softly yielding vaginal lips parting to accommodate his hard length. Then the mighty phallic probe began sliding into the warm cupola, slithering through layer after layer of warm, all-enveloping womanly flesh. He sank the length of his organ deeper and deeper until the blood-filled, purple head slammed solidly against the back wall of her vagina as his sperm-bloated testicles thwacked against her clitoris, sending judders of delight coursing through her quivering body.
"Aaaannnhhh ... uuunnnhhh ... ohhhh ... yesssss..." she moaned in almost totally mindless ecstasy.
With the delightful and thrilling feeling of her warmly enclosing feminine envelope surrounding and nibbling at the length of his pulsating penis, the man's slow, tender entry ceased. He wanted to fuck her solidly-he had to fuck her strongly. Heated animal wantonness inflamed by arousing desire seethed in him as he looked at this lovely dark-blonde kneeling subserviently in front of him, looking so much like his deceased wife. He plunged the length of his glistening phallus in and out of the tight chalice of her squeezing cunt, and the sight of its movement short-circuited any restraint he had inside him.
He began pounding madly, ramming his throbbing prick in and out with overpowering, bone-crushing force that brought one delighted gasp after another from the woman as she panted out her pleasure, thoroughly inundated by the feeling of seething lust bubbling in her feminine vat.
As he fucked her, Martin mentally compared this woman's cunt with that of his dead wife, and he had to admit, this gal not only had a pussy that was as tight, but one that knew how to use its muscles. It was an incredibly close and narrow vagina, almost as tight as a virgin's, or perhaps a young girl's-like his daughter's cunt. She was all velvet and warmth inside, with deep muscles that were working on his cock even though he had just pushed his stolid instrument into her.
Because of the pressure she was exerting, the man knew if he continued pumping in at this rapid speed, moving the full length of his cock, he would climax too quickly, and possibly might not be able to satisfy her. As a result, he slowed his pumping and shortened his stroke just a little, clenching his teeth to maintain control as he thrust his cock in and out of her delightful oven. Each forward thrust was a pistoning of the power rod into her smooth feminine tunnel, letting the head bounce off her back wall.
"Harder," she insisted. "Don't worry! I'll come with you! Just fuck it into me as hard as you can! Oh God! I've been waiting for a cock like this one all my life."
So he began slamming into her with long, hard, almost vicious strokes, jolting her delectable body with the way he shoved his cock into her. His penis had all the accuracy of a torpedo with a guidance system slicing through murky waters toward its unknown target. His strong fingers dug brutally into the soft flesh of her rounded buttocks while he slammed the virilely solid organ violently into the tight clasp of her sucking embrasure.
No matter how hard he slammed into her buttocks with his thighs, May met his every violent thrust with her writhing buttocks moving back and forth like a rocking horse. He bounced off her rubbery flesh repeatedly, each time hurling his cock back into her cunt.
The entire being of the lovely blonde woman began to ring and reverberate with the burning heat of her lust. She started moaning and groaning aloud, letting him know how much she was appreciating this fuck he was throwing into her. Her face pressed into the pillows beneath and her hands rumpled the sheets. Faint mewls of animalistic need came pouring from her desire-constricted throat while the woman's beautiful face became a grimace of passion, her nostrils flaring like those of a wild mare.
Martin's right hand moved as if of its own accord, slowly but carefully caressing the smooth whiteness of her sensually naked flesh. Shit! Except for his dead wife and his daughter, Martin had never encountered a woman with such sensuality.
His hand moved very slowly as his long, thick cock continued skewering into the sodden center of her cunt, gathering up dew from the underside of the pussy and then rubbing it on the winking center of her sweet, tender ass-hole. Her buttocks gyrated all the more deliriously when he touched her there. He took another coating of cuntal oil and once more smeared it on the dimple that was her rectal opening. He repeated this action more than five times, making certain her ass-hole was fairly dripping with the smooth lubrication manufactured in the depths of her cunt. Each time her lovely ovoid ass-cheeks shook a bit, letting him know how much she liked being touched back there.
The kneeling blonde woman was on fire now, and her need was one of lustful craving sending ecstatic tingles racing madly through the raw nerve-endings inside her wetly throbbing vaginal swamp. The man continued fucking his throbbing cock in and out of her narrow vaginal vestibule, enjoying her response each time. His sperm-bloated testicles continued taunting her vaginal lips in a blissful rhythm as his powerful hips smacked solidly against her eagerly upraised buttocks.
She pushed backward, responding with every stroke of his, aware of his cock swelling and building itself to an all-time high that threatened to take total and complete control of her brain as well as her lushly naked kneeling body. This time, her mind was concentrating on one thing and one thing only. She had forgotten her son for the moment, forgotten why this man had originally come here. The fucking taking place was all that mattered.
May was aware of a finger probing at her anus, teasing the wildly puckering nether hole, and it never occurred to her to resist. It felt good, really good. His constant caresses of her naked hips and buttocks were bringing shudder after shudder of wanton delight to her tantalizingly straining loins. Then she felt the pressure of his finger as it began pushing into her back tunnel. For a moment she stiffened, then realized whatever he did made her feel good, and she relaxed, saying, "Yes, oh yes, yes, yes! Do it! Stick your finger all the way into my ass-hole!"
Martin was delighted that such a sophisticated woman, in the throes of wanton desire, was unafraid to use words she might not use in everyday conversation.
"God! You're great!" he groaned.
She was, too. She was superb, unbelievable, fantastic in the way she responded, much like his wife once used to be, and probably the way his daughter would respond when he fucked her. Her lusting sounds made him feel an all-time desire for her and his mind reeled as he rammed his middle finger into the tight elastic aperture, viciously slicing away at the tender inner rectal walls with his fingertip sawing almost sadistically into the hot tunnel. He pushed his finger deeper and deeper until he had the whole length of it buried in her ass.
"Aaaannnhhh..." she gasped. "Hurrrts. . . ohhhh ... but it's a good hurt. . . yessss ... yessss ... feels good ... do it ... do it..."
The man was aware of the spongy heated inner flesh of her rectal tube, and it fanned the burning flames of desire within him that much higher. By God! There would come a time when he would fuck this woman in that passage. He had a feeling no other man had done so, and he liked the idea of being first with her somewhere.
Without pausing, he began punching the length of his finger in and out, in and out, moving it in unison to the probing of his driving cock. God! This woman was something great, really great.
The finger in her rectum made her aware of how sensual this man was, capable of arousing her in every sense of the word, making her feel sexy in every hole.
"You ... uuunnnhhh ... are ... hhhaaannnhhh . fabulous. . . " he gasped, continuing to pound his cock into her cunt. His other hand caressed the rounded swells of her delightful buttocks. He did it in such a gentle way that her puckered anus thrilled to the sawing of his finger, and as a result the thrills inside her were enhanced even more. Delightful sensations filled her and thrilled her, spreading outward from her twin orifices. The lewdness of her tantalizing position seemed to enhance the feelings too, for no man had ever fucked her using this position before. May concentrated on the driving forces at work in her body, and as a result enjoyed it all the more.
The dark-haired TV executive knew the woman was responding more strongly to what he was doing than to any other man she had ever known, and at the same time she was the most sensual living female he knew. He was going to fuck her so thoroughly, from now on she would only think of him.
Marriage was not yet on his mind, but he did have it on the brain to make this woman one of two females he intended constantly fucking in the future. The other was going to be Beth, his daughter.
His left hand snaked around the side of her body, fingers reaching for and finally finding the little nubbin of pleasure built into her at the apex of her inner labia. With this thumb and forefinger, he rolled the little penis-like organ around and around, massaging it back and forth, bringing hoarse, guttural, uncontrollable cries from the lovely woman's throat. Encouraged by this, he thrust the probing middle finger of his right hand once again into the narrow tightness of her squeezing rectum while his cock continued slamming into the narrow closure of her crushing cunt.
" Aaaannnggghhh ... hhhuuunnnggghhhh ... ggghhhaaannnggghhh ... so good ... so good. Oh God . . .it feels so wonderfulllll!! ! "
That was when May lost all control of herself. She began writhing insanely, twisting and jerking and gasping in total and complete abandonment because of the way he was filling her with thrills.
She felt the way Martin was fondling her hair-lined vagina, and her vellicating little clitoris throbbed all the more rapidly. He continued playing there with his fingers until he was certain that if he didn't stop she would go out of her mind with sheer delight. Her widening vaginal lips seemed to gape in greedy need as they continually swallowed the entire length of his rigidly thick prick. The male organ continued slamming its way in and out of her, the head of his cock touching the mouth of her womb each time it slid past to slam into her backwall. It caused a feeling of exquisite enjoyment, amplified all the more by the pressure of his outstretched finger digging into her anal tunnel.
Oh God! May thought. It all feels so fantastic! God, does it feel good!
What still amazed her was the easy way she and Martin had become so involved with one another. Usually she dated men two or three times before finally allowing them to have anything to do with her in a physical sense.
May gasped as Martin began quickening his hard-driving thrusts into the taut narrowness of her vagina. The penis sank in, hot and deep, pulsating all the while, and the sweet torment caused her to thrash about madly like an insane woman, her rump slamming back against him. His finger slid from her rectum with a loud hissing noise, the loss making her feel something was now definitely missing. He needed his two hands to grip her slender womanly hips in order to pull her all the more solidly against him, his thighs battering against her rounded buttocks with overpowering strength. He spread her weakly trembling loins even farther apart, almost unbalancing her as he tried for even greater access to her already wide-split vagina, his knifing thrusts slamming into the depths of her quivering belly.
The handsome TV executive and the shamelessly aroused blonde divorcee were all too enveloped in their all-consuming desire to hear the front door opening, downstairs. Uncertain steps climbed the stairs and moved down the hall toward one of the bedrooms. The feet stopped, hearing sounds, and turned toward the master bedroom. Then the door was being opened and a pair of hazel eyes were staring inside, looking at the salaciously entwined nakedness.
Morey had kept his word and hadn't fucked Beth, even though Beth had pleaded with him. But here was Beth's father, doing to his mother what he had promised not to do to the man's daughter. Not that Morey wanted to deny his mother the needs for which her body cried out. But it seemed ludicrous that a man would extract a promise from him, and then go and "get even with him" by fucking his mother. It just didn't seem right.
The lascivious moans coming from his mother's throat caused goose bumps to rise on his skin.
"Hhhaaannnggghhh ... ooohhh ... harder ... Martin ... harder ... fuck me harder ... deeper ... don't stop ... keep on doing it..."
His mother's obscene plea had the weirdest effect on him. For the first time he was looking at his mother not as a mother, but as a female. Her body, sack with sweat with her tits dangling beneath her looked more voluptuous and lovely than any of those other chicks he had been fucking, in school. In fact, except for the size of his mother's breasts, the way she looked at present reminded him of Beth, and as a result he felt a tingling in his groin.
He stared at his mother's nakedly squirming buttocks, the ivory whiteness of her lovely ass-cheeks pressing back into the solid thighs of the man who was his girl-friend's father. From this angle he was able to see Martin's hard and throbbing penis plunging in and out of his mother's hair-lined slit, and it was obvious the both adults were totally oblivious to everything and anything taking place around them.
Though he wouldn't have denied his mother the right to this pleasure for anything, the boy felt inwardly hurt, as if his should have been the cock fucking the woman on the bed instead of the man who was doing the job. Undeniable fingers of obscene desire filled him, spreading out of control from his loins. His eyes were glued to his mother's succulent pink pussy, and once again his penis throbbed, letting him know just how much he ached to fuck his own mother.
"I'm ... uuunnnhhh ... ready to come..." he heard Martin gasp. "How about you, honey?"
"Yes, oh yes, I'm all set," May gasped.
The boy knew his interfering at this moment would only cause a strong rift between his mother and himself, and might lose him Beth as well. Common sense told him the only thing to do was to leave. But he was no longer bound by his promise not to fuck Beth. Hell! If her old man was boffing his mom, there was no reason why he shouldn't be slipping it to the young girl.
As he backed out and shut the door, he realized, much as he wanted to fuck Beth, he also wanted to fuck his own mother. God! There was something so exciting about the sight of her cunt. He would have given anything to be the one fucking her.
Going to his room, he lay down, his hard cock throbbing in his pants. At the moment he was confused and didn't know what to think.
Meanwhile, in the master bedroom, Martin was continuing to plunge into the tight depths of the delighted May Carson. He felt the tingling sperm stirring in his dangling testicles, and soon the final explosion would send all the little tadpoles into the tight center of this delightful woman. Wave after wave of thrilling excitement charged through him, shooting up from his expanding penile head.
"Aaaannnhhh ... onnnnhhhh ... yesss ... hhhaaannnhhh ... fuck..." the lovely blonde divorcee gasped, chanting deep in her throat. "Fuck me hard, honey ... really hard ... don't stop ... fuck ... fuck ... I need this ... I really need this ... ohhhh ... yesss ... yesss ... don't stop ... don't stop ... don't stop ... please..."
Martin didn't stop. He continued pounding into her narrow tightness, thrusting his cock ever deeper. The woman's face became a mask of unrecognizable lust as wild passion filled her. Then she was there.
"COMMMMMIIIIINNNNNGGGGG...
YYYAAAGGGHHH ... HHHUUUNNN-G G G H H H
EEEYYYAAAIIIYYY A A AGGGHHH ... GGGHHHAAANNNGGHH!"
He withdrew his burgeoning penis until only the corona was locked behind her inner lips as her tunnel wildly convulsed and shuddered, blasting hot flashes of oil at his groin. Then he slammed his hips forward, burying the entire length of his long, solid penis into the shuddering depths of the heatedly rippling vagina located between this fantastic woman's seething thighs.
May was delighted, responding with a joyous grunt of thrilled rapture, her throat gurgling with distorted and unintelligible sounds. She jerked and bucked herself uncontrollably, totally absorbed in the overwhelming throes of her own orgasm. At the same time she was aware of the hotly throbbing cock within her beginning to expand, and she knew the man was about to spew his formidable load of semen into her burning vagina. Her convulsing vaginal passage squeezed the cock all the more tightly.
" YYYEEEAAANNNGGGHHH ... H H H A A A N N N G G G H H H H ... GGGHHHAAARRRNNNGGGHHH ... COMMMIIINNNGGG ... OOOHHH!" he gasped, and with a single final thrust all the way into her cunt, he felt his buried cock begin spurting, flushing her pussy with its juices as it spread the white oils into the seething depths of her sucking cunt. His cock pumped and squirted and fired blast after blast of seething semen into the warmly milking sheath of her taut and tender vagina.
The young blonde divorcee was strongly aware of the strength of his spermatic shots, as well as the heat being generated within her because of the fluid. She squeezed tightly with her inner muscles as his thick pole of masculine hardness continued spurting into her narrow cunt from behind.
The pair held their lasciviously kneeling position for a while, and then the trembling blonde's thighs went limp and she collapsed on top of the bed. As she did so, she pulled her cunt from the bubble-firing cock, and the last few dribblings were all over her buttocks.
Exhausted but delightfully satisfied beyond belief, the beautiful woman lay there, her eyes shut with ecstasy. Martin sprawled beside her, kissing her neck and holding her tight for more than a half hour. It felt good to her, knowing a man didn't want to fuck and run. But eventually he had to get up, get dressed, and leave. God! It felt good. May felt wonderful. Even more wonderful had been his promise to meet her tomorrow evening.
CHAPTER NINE
When she got up to go to the bathroom, May Carson noticed the light coming from beneath the door in her son's room. She wasn't a stupid woman and knew if the boy had been home long enough, he had certainly overheard what had gone on between Martin Conebar and herself. She was worried, but took the time to clean herself up. On her way back, she opened Morey's door and saw the youth lying sullenly on his bed, still fully dressed.
"I didn't expect you home so early," she said to him.
"Why not?" he asked in a surly voice. "Don't I usually get home a lot earlier?"
"Well, yes, but I had been led to believe..."
"That I was taking someone out so the coast would be clear for you to get your ass screwed off," he all but yelled.
"Morey, I'm your mother and I won't stand for that," she insisted.
"Anyone but him," Morey answered. "Jeez! I know why he came over. First he wants you to tell me to keep my hands off his kid. But it's all right for him to screw you, isn't it?"
"Morey," she gasped, blushing. "You're being insolent."
"Hell, Ma, it wouldn't have bothered me if it'd been anyone but him. I know you got feelings and you gotta do things-but not with him."
"You know," she told the boy. "I shouldn't admit this to you, but the only reason why I did give in to him was because he reminded me so much of you."
"Well, heck, you know if you wanted it from me that bad, all you hadda do was say so. Come on, Ma. By now you must know I have the hots for you."
"Morey! You know it isn't right, something like that."
"Why isn't it right?" the boy asked. "I mean, you had your tubes tied right after I was born, so you ain't gonna have no more kids. So tell me, what's wrong with you and me doing it?"
"It. . . just isn't right," his mother insisted.
"Sure it's right," the boy insisted. "I mean, don't you love me?"
"Of course I do," she replied.
"Well, I love you," he told her, and he was suddenly pulling off his clothing.
"Morey, don't. . . " the mother gasped.
"Shit, Ma! If I went ahead and started it all," he told her, down to his undershorts, "you would always hold it against yourself that I attacked you because your body provoked me. I think we gotta understand each other. I mean, I wanna fuck you, and from the look in your eyes, I'll bet you want me to."
"No!" she insisted, backing away.
The boy remained where he was, on the bed. She saw he wasn't about to chase her, and her heart suddenly felt very sad. She realized, deep down, that she wanted him to chase her. He was right. For years she'd had a secret yearning to be fucked by her own son, but she hadn't let it happen because social mores insisted it was wrong.
"I ain't gonna go after you, Mom," the boy said. "Somehow, I think we both know we have the hots for each other. I'll bet even after the solid fucking Beth's old man gave you, you still feel like more, especially if it comes from me."
"Morey..." she gasped.
"Come on, Ma," he said to her. "You come back over here and you face the fact that you wanna be screwed by me as much as I wanna slip it to you."
God help her, but what he was saying was true. She did want her son to fuck her. He was right about it being impossible for her to conceive. Then why in heaven's name shouldn't she indulge herself with the boy? What she had doing with Martin Conebar might last, or it might die. Either way, there was nothing wrong with her keeping her son as a lover, as well. He had admitted wanting it. Now she was admitting to herself that she wanted it, too.
"I swear," she said, moving closer to the bed, almost mesmerized by the bulge in his undershorts, "if you ever say anything to anyone..."
"That would be stupid of me," he insisted, sweating a little now, suddenly realizing that though he had wanted it, the prospect of it finally coming true was almost unbelievable. He was going to fuck his own mother!
She sat on the bed and dipped her hand into his undershorts, pulling his penis out. She was wearing a pink nightgown, and her son wasted no time hoisting it above her waist and staring at the perfection of her. She pulled the nightgown off, then once again gripped his cock and squeezed it. It was hot, and she was amazed at how long and thick it was for his age. Granted, it wasn't quite the instrument attached to Martin, but it was still one helluva penis. Most important, it was her penis-to do with as she wished.
The boy stared at his mother's body, unable to believe how firm and young she still looked. Her flesh was taut, unwrinkled, and her full breasts stood up firmly. She was breathing heavily through her nostrils as her hand stroked his cock with a slow, maddening rhythm, making him aware for the first time what it was like to be with a woman who truly had expertise at this.
The boy was aware of his penis throbbing insanely in his mother's hand as she continued stroking the length of it, her hand cadently moving up and down. He looked at her with half-closed eyes, realizing his own breath was burning in his lungs. He had to have his mother. She was the single most desirable female he had ever known, and by now he had known a lot of women. Perhaps Beth came closest to his mother in desirability, but even thinking of Beth did nothing to lessen his desire for his mother.
May said nothing. At this point action spoke a lot louder than words. She smiled at her son, then leaned forward and down, her dark-blonde hair falling forward around her lovely face, concealing it from the boy. Though unable to see, he was able to feel, and he knew when her wet, pink tongue came licking out, flicking over the head of his shuddering, rubbery cock. He jerked on his bed, hoisting his ass and slamming his penis at her.
May brushed her hair from the side of her face. She knew half the thrill the boy would feel had to do with seeing as well as feeling. As a result, when he looked down, he saw his mom's head ramrodding itself up and down, her mouth sucking voraciously on the tubular length of his throbbing penis. His balls were swelling and his scrotum was tightening, increasing the pressure between his thighs.
With a groan, the young boy reached out and tangled his fingers in his mother's hair, coiling strands around his fingers, tugging and pulling, then pushing as his hips lasciviously pumped into the warmth of wet heat that lubricated his cock. He moaned with delight seeing the curving spine of his mother moving up and down with her head, her ass bobbing in opposition to that head. All the while chilling delight continued invading his body.
His mother didn't know why, but she was enjoying herself. She had sucked a few cocks in her time, though never her husband's, and she had to admit she was enjoying her son's most of all. There was no feeling of shame in her, no sorrow at having given in to this. She tasted her son's flesh and now felt sorrow for only one thing: that she hadn't had the courage to initiate something like this herself, earlier. Her mouth slurped up and down the rigid length of penile flesh, and she sucked more and more strongly.
Then, without warning, she let the penis slip from between her compressing lips, her hand gripping it as she squeezed the organ and pumped it a few times, adding to the thrills invading her son's body, and intensifying the heat once more filling her own. Then she leaned over and kissed her son full on the mouth, letting her tongue invade his oral cave, allowing him to taste his own penile flesh and oily seepage.
Standing, she moved near him, letting him see the dark blonde bush above her throbbing pink cunt lips. The curl of triangular hair made her son pant with want for her.
Climbing onto the bed, she threw a leg across his body, straddling his waist, letting her wet and slippery pussy rub against his belly. The feel of his penis rubbing against her buttocks made desire sear its way through her all the more vibrantly.
May leaned forward a little and allowed her breasts to dangle above her son's lips. At the same time she hunkered backward, pushing her cunt back to let it press on top of his penis.
Morey felt close to having a premature ejaculation, and it would be the strongest one he'd ever had in his life. He was with his own mother, and what in life was more delightful?
For a moment his mind wandered to Beth. But thinking of her didn't turn him off his mother. On the contrary, he wished he had Beth here so that both she and his mother would play with him and fondle him.
As far as he was concerned, Morey felt himself one up on Martin Conebar. After all, he had fucked Conebar's daughter, and Conebar had fucked his mother. Now he was fucking his own mother, but it never occurred to him that Martin Conebar might be fucking Beth.
Wild jubilation blasted through him as he looked down the length of his body and saw his mother, her thighs widely spread, her cunt clearly visible as she reached down with one hand to hold the cock in place. Then she lifted herself up, and her cunt seemed to fold under her as it aimed its center straight down, pointing at the spear-like stanchion of penis below it. Slowly she began lowering herself onto it, and he saw her vaginal lips part and swallow the teeming tip of his penis. She rotated her cunt around and around, and the vulva sucked and nursed on his cock-head, sending waves of electricity sizzling through his shuddering body.
The boy was aware of his buttocks tensing and his entire body stiffening like a board, tingling as his mother very, very slowly and tantalizingly lowered herself onto his throbbing penis, widening her thighs as she came lower, letting the organ slide higher and higher until her vaginal lips were kissing his hairy peivis and he knew the entire length of his young cock was locked inside her. She remained squatting over him, her thighs pressing against his hips, her tongue tucked lasciviously into one corner of her mouth as she dug her knees into the mattress to keep her weight off him.
She was fully astride him now, completely naked, her white body gleaming in the light of the small lamp he had on near his bed. He gasped as she began rotating and undulating her lovely body around the upstanding pillar buried to the hilt in the fiery depths of her vaginal vault. She was tightly constricting her inner labial muscles, making the softly nibbling vulva tense itself as her tunnel tightened spasmodically around the throbbing shaft.
May began her up-and-down movement now, her body keeping a slow, tantalizing beat as her hands caressed her son's throat, then moved to his shoulders, and finally roamed over the smoothness of his young chest. She rose and fell over the spread-eagled body of her son, making him sigh over and over.
This was his mother, his darling, lovely mother, and she was the one doing the fucking. Imagine-all these years she had harbored just as much of a secret wish to be fucked by him as he had to fuck her. God! He loved it, he loved every bit of it!
This was something they both wanted to last a long time, but it was their first fuck, and something over which neither had any control. As a result, May found herself coming.
"EEEEEYYYYYAAAAIIIIIII EEA AAGGGHHHGGGHHH!" she shrieked, tightening her cuntwalls around his cock, and as a result, literally squeezing his orgasm from him as he bellowed and blasted his sperm into her. His hands gripped her rounded buttocks and he knew he wouldn't be content with just once. There had to be more.
Later that night there was one more and then they fell asleep in one another's arms.
CHAPTER TEN
Martin had taken to playing sex games with his daughter. Beth enjoyed it as much as he, and she fell in with whatever he wanted.
It was Saturday, and she was lying in bed, wondering why her father had not come to her the previous night. Morey had refused to become sexually involved with her, telling her he had promised her father that he wouldn't do it with her again because he wanted to go on seeing her. But this hadn't assuaged the need she was feeling for a good cock. Beth had fully expected that her father would fuck her when he came home, but when he did so, he went to his own room and straight to bed.
Beth had slept fitfully, and when she finally did have a lengthy doze, the sun was already up. So she was surprised to see the clock read after ten-thirty when her father walked into her bedroom.
"Morning," he said, ruffling a hand through his hair. He was wearing pajama pants, and nothing else.
"Hi, Daddy," she greeted. "Where were you last night?"
"Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies," he laughed.
"Have you been with some other woman?" she asked.
"One thing you have to learn is not to ask foolish questions, dear young girl," he snapped at her. "Now I'm going to have to punish you by initiating another part of your body."
Beth had been all set to mean-mouth him, but the moment he grabbed her and turned her on her belly, hoisting her to her knees as he tugged down her panties, she found herself unable to do anything other than fall in with the spirit of the game he was playing. She began cringing as if she were afraid, screaming out of mock-fright more than anything else-fright of the unknown because he had said something about initiating a different part of her body, and she had no idea what he meant. He had used her cunt and he had used her mouth. She wondered if he intended causing her some kind of pain. Even that made her feel warm inside, causing the momentary fear to dissolve. Yes, it would be nice for her daddy to beat her buttocks.
"Wh-what are you going to do?" she asked.
"I'm going to fuck you in that tight little virgin ass of yours, darling," he told her.
When she tried picking up her head, he gently but firmly pushed her face back into the pillow beneath her while his hand around her waist made certain her buttocks were hoisted high in the air. His words rang in her ears, and she decided yes, yes, that would probably be a lot of fun. Oh she knew her ass-hole was tight and small, but if her daddy wanted to fuck her back there, it meant that she would be able to stretch there, just as she had stretched vaginally to accept that monstrous cock of his.
"Okay, Daddy," she sighed. "You do that! You fuck me in the ass. Let me discover what it feels like to take your cock back there."
As if to show him she was encouraging him, she reached back with both hands and pulled the lovely white globes of her buttocks apart. Now her anal pucker was clearly visible to him.
Inwardly she was trembling, knowing this had to hurt-at least the first time, but she had enough confidence in her father to believe he would never do anything to her that would sustain any kind of real damage.
To Martin, it looked as if his daughter's ass-hole was throbbing and letting him know it wanted to have his cock inside. Yes, she was very much like her mother, and he intended enjoying her to the utmost. Hell! That ass-hole of hers looked so deliciously tight, he was afraid he'd shoot his wad before he got his cock all the way in.
Too, the provocative way her hands were pulling her ass-cheeks apart had him aching with desire for her. Seeing this excited him to such a frenzy he thought how glad he was he had forced her into sucking him off two days earlier.
Blood began racing wildly through his shuddering body, moving madly through his veins as if aching to be in the veins nearest his cock to witness the proceedings about to take place. As a result, his cock grew to an even greater size than before.
Spitting on one finger, he placed the tip of it against the rectal pucker, massaging the little brown prune-like flesh. Then he thrust the finger deep inside her.
"Oooonnnhhhuuunnnhhhh!" the beautiful young girl gasped, the sound coming from the depths of her lovely chest because of the pain she felt at the sudden forced entry of the finger. But her ass-hole quickly accustomed itself to the digital invasion, and a warm sensation began building in her as he worked his finger around and around, inside. Little by little the finger pushed deeper and deeper into her rectum, bringing with each thrust new excitement.
Her belly jerked at the prospect of having her ass-hole fucked, and her wantonly round, tiny buttocks rotated again and again. Beth began whimpering with desire as heatedly building sensations enlarged in her brain and then slithered down her spine to meet with the finger probing her rectum. Little by little she began rotating her ass-hole around the probing digit, thinking there would surely be much more pain when he finally shoved his massive cock into that narrow entryway. But for the moment the young girl enjoyed the mounting urgency in the depths of her shuddering womb. Her juices began flowing heavily again, flooding her vaginal tunnel, making her aware of nerve-ending connections between her rectum and her hotly seething little cunt.
Staring at his finger as it continually sawed in and out of his loving daughter s hot, rubbery little rectal opening, the handsome man felt such an overpowering, mounting feeling of thrills and excitement in his loins that he decided not to put off the impalement of her rectum by his throbbing cock another moment. He was anxious to feel the pressure of her tight, rubbery rectal channel as it closed around his driving cock, so he pulled his finger from her ass-hole. It came out with a soft popping sound.
His cock was as hard as a steel bar, the thick purple tip pulsating as he pressed his knees into the bed and leaned forward. He used both hands, digging his fingertips into the soft and resilient tenderness of her rectal flesh, spreading her twin cheeks wide apart, arching his hips forward until the swollen lilac head of his hard cock made light contact with the tiny pucker of his daughter's elastic ring. He was going to drive the full length of his penile pole into the narrow crush of her ass-hole.
Beth, remembering how much pain she had endured to lose her virginity, when a slightly more slender cock had plumbed a wider tunnel, was certain she was going to feel agony now. It would come at any moment, and her heart started pounding, though more from anxiety than fear. She was well aware of the bulbous head of her father's throbbing prick resting against her ass-hole, and she knew she was going to be hopelessly skewered by the throbbing pole. She kept reassuring herself that it was all going to be all right. The pain would only be momentary. She kept telling herself that when the agony was over, pure rapture was all that would remain. If not, her father would not insist on doing this to her. He would make her climax as she had never come before. It was going to be really something.
Earlier that morning, before he had walked into his daughter's bedroom, Martin had poked his head outside his front door to bring in the morning paper. Since it was June, and the weather was balmy, rather than close the front door, he had shut the screen door, locking it, but totally unaware that the latch hadn't caught. On top of that, the button on his front doorbell had fallen off the previous winter, and as a result, anyone wanting to get the attention of someone in the house, would normally have to knock on the door.
Morey Carson wanted to spend the entire weekend with Beth. Knowing her father was fucking his mother convinced him there was nothing wrong with his doing the same thing to Martin's daughter, especially since he and Beth enjoyed it so much. Hell! He had loved being fucked by his mother the previous night, but he wanted to enjoy Beth's younger, tighter cunt, as well.
Arriving at the Conebar house, he saw the front door open and when he touched the screen door handle, he saw the door was also open. Because Martin had locked the handle without shutting the door tight, it was impossible to lock the door now.
Morey opened the screen door and knocked timidly at the front door. But Beth and her father were so preoccupied, and the bedroom door was shut, so neither of them heard the knock.
Morey's mother had given him a present for his upcoming birthday. It was a new Polaroid instant movie camera. He had brought it with him to show it to Beth. Anxious to see her, he walked into the house, noting how quiet everything seemed. He walked through the living room and looked into the dining room and kitchen. No one. Then he saw the corridor leading to the bedrooms, and only one door was closed.
Though he had gone through a near traumatic experience seeing his mother being fucked the previous evening, it never occurred to Morey the same thing was happening right now in Beth's bedroom. He walked over, gripped the knob, turned it, and inched the door inward in case she might be dressing and not want to be disturbed. The car had been parked in the garage, and Morey, not seeing it outside, had assumed Martin wasn't home.
Looking into Beth's bedroom, he found himself rooted to the spot. Jesus! The horny sonofabitch was fucking his own daughter! He was just as bad as he was with his mom. So! Both men were fucking both women, only he knew if Martin found out he was screwing his own mother, Martin might play the righteous hypocrite and want nothing more to do with his mom and himself. Well, the time had come for him to end the hypocrisy, and his new birthday present was just the gizmo to do it. He knew neither of the other two were aware of his presence, and lifting the camera, he aimed it and began shooting instant movies.
Inside, Martin was pushing steadily forward with his throbbing cock, feeling the sweet resistance of his daughter's tiny, starred anus against his unnatural assault. He pressed forward all the harder, feeling shudders stir in his throbbing balls. God! She was tight!
Then, as if by some sort of magic, her hole allowed itself to relax a little, and the huge, thick head of his mighty wand popped into her anal tunnel. He shoved, and her elastic ring closed around his corona, rolling over the head like a tight band of elastic.
"Oooonnnggghhh ... Daddddyyyy..." the beautiful Beth gasped, feeling a kind of pain, doing her best to close her mind to it as a violent shudder of agony almost ripped through her quaking little girlish body.
Martin ignored her cry, and with a brutal forward thrust, he drove the spike of his hard cock all the way inside her, shoving it so deep, Beth was certain her father had cut her into two separate pieces. She tried jerking forward in the hope of being able to pull away from him. Her face pushed itself all the harder into the pillow, but her father was gripping her tightly by the hips and there was no hope of escape. His thrusting was cruel and consistent.
"Aaaannnhhh ... hhhaaauuunnnhhh ... ggghhhaaannnggghhh ... Daddddyyyyy ... it hurrrtssss..." the lovely dark blonde girl hissed feeling agonizing pain.
Martin continued powering his penis deeper and deeper into the narrow rectal vent. All the while he stared, his eyes wide open, seeing the tremendously stretched anal opening cling voraciously around his blood-bloated phallic lance. In spite of his daughter's screaming pleas for mercy, he shoved his cock that much deeper into the delightfully forbidding warmth of her tightly resisting anus.
"Huuu-uuunnnhhh!" she groaned out loud each time he sank yet another agonizing inch of his pain-causing cock into the hotly forbidden depths of her anus. God! The tight resistance of her ass was really fabulous.
The pain was more overpowering than she had ever imagined it might be, and for the moment she was sorry she had begged him to do it to her back there when he had initially revealed his intention. She felt as if she were being impaled on a white-hot length of steel, and once it went all the way into her, it would come out her mouth, and then she would be put on a roasting spit and rotated until she was medium rare.
"Once more, sweetheart," the handsome father said to his lovely brown-eyed daughter, and with a single final savage thrust, the rubbery walls of the helpless young girl's narrow ass-hole found itself widening and expanding before the invasion of the cock, until finally, every last inch of his broadly expanding penis was buried to the seething depths in the heated clutch between her ass-cheeks.
"Ghhhaaauuunnnggghhh! Dadddddyyyyy! Owwwww! That hurts! That hurts! Please, Daddy, take it out, take it out, I can't STAND it!"
Her cries were abruptly cut off when she felt her father's flat thigh-fronts smash into the small roundnesses of her buttocks, flattening them with a maddening thud. Her entire inner being felt overwhelmed with some kind of agony, but even now she realized it was less than the pain she had felt when he had initially forced the head between the muscle rings of her sphincter. Her back tunnel was a searing flare because of the heat of his cruelly unnatural entry, but now, in an overpowering fit of masochistic fury, the lovely little girl began humping her ass-cheeks back. The pain continued gradually wearing away, and in its place was the rapid mounting of thrills she had experienced each time her father had fucked her cunt. Her anal passage widened little by little, accustoming itself to the great monster embedded inside. God! It was good!
Beth squirmed her buttocks in tiny little lascivious rotations, as if trying to once again recapture the pain that had led to this wonderful thrill, thinking it might enhance the pleasure that much more. But the pain refused to reignite.
Instead, she found herself slowly being overcome with a continual mounting lust, making her realize this kind of fucking was just as enjoyable as the other kind. Her father's throbbingly swollen phallus was continually pounding itself in and out, and she was enjoying the licentiously bestial sodomizing of her private, secret, back passageway. Beth twisted her lovely head from side to side, seeing nothing, but feeling more and more the wonder of his cock. She buffeted her lovely ass-cheeks straight back, slamming them against her father's groin, feeling his balls slap against the lips of her cunt and enhance the enjoyment for herself. His belly was smacking against the lower part of her spine, and the head of his cock was seemingly digging all the way into her large intestine.
"Yes, Dadddyyyy ... yes, yes, yes ... do it! Do it! Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Keep fucking meeee ... yesssss ... aaannnhhh..."
The lovely little blonde slammed back with all her might, moving her body in rhythm with the way her father was pounding into the narrow tightness of her little rectum. Martin was fucking all the more solidly into his daughter's narrow ass-hole as she pleaded, awed by her lewd begging. His balls were once more bloated with sperm, and he knew it was only a matter of moments before the stuff was spewing into his daughter's rear end. God! She was some sensuous little cunt, all right! The guy who ended up marrying her would get the greatest little piece of ass around. Hell! If that Carson boy had any sense, he would be the one to marry Beth, say in about five or six years. Then Martin would still be able to grab a piece of his daughter now and again. She had her mother's hot blood in her, did this one.
For a while he had really been afraid he might mar her psychologically by doing this, but now all his fears had disappeared. He knew she wanted nothing more than a good solid fuck, no matter which hole was used. Probably the only way to keep her from chasing after that Carson kid was to see to it he gave her a good solid fill of prick at least once every day. He wondered if he would have enough to handle both, Beth, and May Carson, because he sure as hell hadn't seen the end of that fantastic female.
The more he thought about it, the more Martin Conebar liked the idea of possibly hooking up with May Carson ... assuming she was willing. Then he would have both, May and his daughter near at hand. Even more interesting was the possibility of his getting the two women to accept one another, so he'd be able to have his menage-a-trois.
He stared down at the way his throbbing cock was moving in and out of the tight, rubbery depths of his daughter's rectum, and each time he plunged forward, her now anxiously writhing buttocks seemed to consume his entire penile length. Her breasts were dancing obscenely and excitedly, small, hardly moving, yet the nipples bouncing just enough because of the buffeting she was receiving. Beth continued squirming and wriggling with every vibrant thrust of her father's pounding petard. She gasped when her father all but clawed at the white moons of her wetly perspiring buttocks while ramming into her like some kind of rampaging bull.
"Ahhhh ... yessss. . . that feels good, daddy ... keep on doing it ... fuck me back there ... fuck me back there ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck..." the young girl cried out.
Beth knew she was about to hit a peak. It was amazing, but the prick in her ass was driving-her toward orgasm. It would be one of the highest pinnacles of pleasure she would ever feel, and she was aware of her belly jerking and twitching, the muscles sputtering and tugging like some engine sputtering as it was about to start.
The sheer lasciviousness of his lovely daughter's helplessly kneeling position beneath the driving length of his steam-drilling cock caused the man to slam into her with even greater frenzy, the lust mounting ever higher as he became aware of the impossibility of holding back the churning semen in his urethral tube.
" Y Y Y Y Y W WW W WA AAAANNNNGGGHHH! AAANNNGGGHHH! WWW A AAGGGH HH!" he bellowed as the sperm continued racing through his penis while he shoved the organ forward so the entire length was totally buried in the narrow confines of her ass. Hot liquid exploded from him and splashed through her rectum.
"EEEYYYAAAIIIEEE ... YYYEEEAAAIII ... H H H AAAIIIY Y YEEE AAAIII ... EEEYY Y A AAGGGHHHAAAIII!" the lovely young girl shrieked as the liquid came burning into her intestines, setting her off, shooting into her belly, and seemingly reaching into her lungs. Her breasts, so small, suddenly seemed to expand for just a moment, as if they would burst like balloons, then they deflated again, only they were just the littlest bit bigger now than they had been, earlier.
Her ass-hole squeezed tightly around her father's cock, crushing it with such strength, the blood was unable to recede from the sacs within, and as a result, the penis remained hard to the point of pain. She clenched her ass-cheeks more and more tightly together, and now it was Martin's turn to feel pain. He endured it silently, knowing he had caused his little girl enough agony already.
Finally she relaxed, unclenching her ass-cheeks. The blood siphoned out of his cock back into the rest of his body, and the penis deflated. It pulled out with a loud thwopl
Beth lay on the bed, unable to move for the moment, and her father lay beside her, both facing away from the door. Neither was aware it was closing.
On the other side of the door, Morey smiled, stroking the camera he held as he silently walked down the stairs and out of the house. He made certain that when he closed the screen door this time, it locked. Then he walked back to his house.
He was somewhat confused. Should he be angry because Martin Conebar was so intent on plumbing all the holes he, himself, had coveted? Anger would serve no purpose. But then abstention would serve no purpose, either. Little by little he began thinking the way Martin had been thinking, and he knew now that if he maneuvered the man into marrying his mother, all four of them would live in the same house. He and Martin would take turns with both women, though Martin wasn't aware of it ... yet. However, with his little instant Polaroid projector, he intended making certain Martin learned about it soon enough.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Having just witnessed what Martin had done with his daughter, Morey Carson found himself hornier than ever. Since Beth was obviously in no shape for sexual gymnastics, Morey decided his best bet would be to go back and fuck his mother. But when he got home, he found his mother had taken the family station wagon and had gone out shopping. Sighing, he decided to wait.
Morey would have been able to have his choice of just about any girl who lived nearby. More than one had stated outright that she would have been willing, but Morey was the kind of guy who sex had to mean something more than a simple fuck. As of now, his mother and Beth were the only two females he really felt something for in a strong way.
He waited for more than an hour, and when his mother finally did return with the groceries, he helped her carry the bags into the house and then helped her put everything away.
"Now," she told him, "I think I should get on with the housecleaning."
"I think the housecleaning should wait," the boy said, putting an arm around his mother. "Right now, I'm in the mood for a little more fun. Since we're all alone and no one is going to disturb us for a while, what say we play a little."
May was no longer able to refuse her son, especially since he was the best lay she'd ever had-with the possible exception of Martin Conebar. Martin wouldn't be by until later, and she wanted as much fucking as possible now that she had come to discover how fantastic it was with someone who meant something to her.
"All right," she sighed. "Let's go up to the bedroom."
She turned and walked up the stairs with Morey behind her.
Beth had never seen Morey's home from the inside. After taking a long shower and washing her father's sperm from her rectum, she decided she wanted to spend as much of the day with Morey as he would allow. Right now, her sexual desires had been assuaged by her father, and she was still convinced Morey would refuse her if she came on to him. Eventually she would break him down again, if he let her hang around long enough. But the only way to do that was to start hanging around right now.
Wearing tight blue cut-offs and her usual white blouse, her feet covered by sandals, the lovely young girl skipped over to Morey's house. She knew someone was home because the station wagon was parked in the driveway and the garage door was open. Entering the garage, she saw the door leading directly into the kitchen was also open, so she walked in without knocking. Beth was, after all, an outgoing person, and it wouldn't have bothered her if Morey had walked into her home without knocking, so why should he mind her walking in. Had she known he had already been in her house a little earlier, she might have been a little miffed, especially if she'd known he'd made her into a Triple-X-rated movie star.
A hasty search of the ground floor revealed no one, but noises upstairs told her that's where the inhabitants were. Her sandals made no noise at all on the carpeted steps, and when she got to the top, she saw the bedroom doors were all open.
Morey and his mother hadn't felt it necessary to shut any doors since it never occurred to them anyone would walk into the house. When she had been in the living room Beth had seen various photos of both Morey and his mother, so she immediately recognized the naked woman with Morey. She was astonished to see the woman naked before her son. Beth was even more astonished to see Morey in an equal state of undress in front of his mother. What was more, the two of them were lying on a bed together, just as she and her dad had been doing. Curious more than anything else, she wondered if it was possible that she and her father were not, after all, unique in their indulgences of one another.
The mother was lying almost facing Beth, who was standing in the shadows in the hallway, giving
Beth the opportunity of seeing the perfect shape of the woman. She was a strikingly beautiful woman, her long, dark-blonde hair almost the same color as Beth's. The same color patchwork between her thighs let Beth know the older woman didn't use bleach on her hair. What was more, the women had an extremely shapely body. She had one leg bent at the knee, but it didn't hide the fuzzy hair on her pelvis.
Morey had his back to her, and Beth had a chance to see what he looked like from this angle. She saw his muscles were pronounced, but not bulging. His body looked fairly well tanned, though his arms and neck looked even tanner than the rest of him. But it was what the mother was doing that convinced Beth that the relationship between mother and son was similar to her own relationship with her father. What was more, Beth felt a pang of jealousy. May was fondling her son's still-hairless testicles.
Beth turned her head, knowing this was something she ought not to be watching. The smart thing would be to walk out and come back later and pretend she was totally unaware of all this. But she was unable to move, compelled, for the moment, to remain where she was, wondering just how far mother and son went in their relationship. Did they go all the way, as she did with her father? Her curiosity got the better of her. This was something she had to observe, knowing the couple in the sun-lit bedroom wouldn't be able to see her in the shadowed hallway. She moved a little closer, changing her angle just the littlest bit so she would be able to see more of what was taking place. It was deliciously shocking. A few days earlier, she might well have been horrified by all this. Now she merely stared and enjoyed, though wishing she was in the mother's place.
Morey had rolled over onto his back, his dark head resting comfortably on one of the pillows. His features looked all the more rugged and Adonis-like today, making the staring Beth lick her lips with desire. For though her ass had been solidly fucked, she felt an overpowering urge for more as she watched all this unfold.
She stared at Morey's hard cock, thinking to herself that it looked a little longer and thicker than when he had used it on her. Maybe constant use was what had made it swell the way it did. It still wasn't quite the length and thickness of her father's, but it was getting there. The sight of the white stanchion with the purple-pink top made Beth salivate, and she wondered if Morey's cock tasted different from her father's.
Now the blonde woman was kneeling beside her loving son, looking down at him. The thick head of the penis was glowing with its own juices, shining a brilliant pinkish-lavender in the bright late-morning sunlight washing over it. Yes, no doubt about it. The penis looked longer than it had looked before. Beth wasn't the only one to notice it. May realized her son's cock had enlarged a little, as well.
The narrow slit at the top of his penis seemed to open and close like a tiny fish-mouth as the mother's hand began stroking it up and down, running from the thick base to the corona, and back again. Each time she stroked downward, she flattened his black pubic hair against him. As a result, the boy had a glazed look on his face, lust making him thrill to the manipulations his mother was performing on his cock. It was obvious to Beth that she wasn't the only one salivating at the sight of the boy's cock. From the expression on May Carson's face it was plain to the young girl that the mother intended sucking on her son's penis."
The older woman was mewling with delighted pleasure, her voice almost a high squeal as she leaned her lovely face toward the thickly jutting column of blood-swollen flesh and gristle. Her large breasts swayed voluptuously around the upstanding phallic prod. She encompassed the cock within the press of her rounded breasts, lowering them until her nipples were pressing into his groin on either side of the pulsating staff. Her body moved up and down as her hands pressed her breasts tightly around the heavy column and stroked it.
Beth saw Morey's mother had pinkish-brown nipples every bit as thick as her own, and to Beth it meant her own breasts would one day grow to the voluptuousness of the older woman. It made her more anxious than ever to complete her development.
As Beth stared, May, in a loving ritual, opened her mouth, running her tongue over her wet lips to moisten them. Then she flicked the tongue out at the head of the penis as a cobra might do so at some prey it was preparing to devour.
For an instant the whole scene tilted crazily before her eyes as Beth saw what she thought was a mature version of herself doing things to the young man she had mentally come to regard as hers, especially since this was the young man who had taken her virginity. Beth felt a thrill charge through her, and she realized she was becoming all charged up. This image of mother and son seemed so arousing to her, she wished she had the courage to walk in and ask to join the party. For the moment, she felt it wise to remain where she was.
The boy's massively throbbing penis seemed to become even stiffer because of the continuing tantalizing ministrations of the mother's puckered lips. She had moved her head lower and lower, slowly swallowing the full length of the huge penis, clasping it tightly in the cavity of her heatedly wet mouth. She wasted no time making loud slurping, sucking noises, lapping at it like a small girl might like a peppermint stick. Each time her head rose, her tongue larruped around the penile point as if she were licking ice cream from the top of a cone.
One of her hands was pressing flatly on her son's pelvis, applying pressure to certain pubic muscles, making him feel even more aroused. Her mouth stroked the cock rhythmically, her teeth digging into the flesh until Beth was able to see the white marks left as blood was forced away each time the older woman's head rose. Each time her head went down, she engulfed the entire penis, which meant she was taking a goodly amount of it into her gullet, as Beth had done with her dad.
May began massaging the softly resilient sacs of her son's balls with her other hand, holding them as if weighing them, her mouth caught up in the rhythm that was becoming more and more intense. Then without breaking her timing, the mother moved around until her knees straddled her son's face, letting him stare with passion-dazed eyes at the heatedly waiting slit directly above him.
Beth's violently pounding heart was beating so fast, she felt it sending messages to her pulses, especially the ones in her neck so that she was able to hear the reverberations. Unconsciously she began grinding her own vagina against her hand, recalling that was the one part of her body that hadn't been used. Her orgasm had been purely rectal. As a result, her excitement mounted as she watched. It was almost as if the penis was in her own mouth, and at the same time a tongue was licking at her cunt.
Now that she thought back on it, Beth hadn't had a tongue touch her vagina. That was something she would have liked.
As she watched, Beth saw Morey lay there in a trance, his head pressing into the pillow beneath as his mother's thighs spread wider around his head and her fulcrum lowered itself until her wet, pink slash was pressing firmly against the hungry lips of the young boy. Almost instantly his tongue flicked inside, and he pushed his face forward as if intent on climbing back into the womb from whence he had originated. He slurped his tongue through the hair-lined split, and the older woman's rounded buttocks began squirming and writhing sensuously with delighted pleasure.
The boy reached around his mother's firm thighs with both of his hands, his fingers gripping her ass-cheeks, then digging into the narrow crevice between them. He forced the two luscious globes wide apart as though to gain better access for his flicking tongue.
Beth felt chills shudder up and down her spine as she witnessed this. She was just able to see the tiny crinkle of May Carson's anus as the tugging apart of the ass-cheeks exposed them. She was even able to see the pink flesh beyond the brown outer ring, noting the way the ass-hole seemingly winked in the sunlight. Below it, she was able to see her boy-friend's tongue moving through the pink furrow of his mother's sodden vagina, and then, with a wet slurping sound, it seemed to probe all the way into the depths of the palpitating tunnel. The older woman shook her buttocks, making Beth inwardly moan as she imagined feeling the same simmering sensation she knew the mother must be feeling. Gee! She had to have her father put his tongue in her cunt the next time. Either that, or she would have to have Morey do it.
This scene with his mother hadn't made Beth turn off. She was more determined than ever to become a part of this family. From the hungry way Morey was slurping at his mother's pussy, it was obvious he was enjoying himself, and it made Beth wonder if she would like licking a cunt. The only way to find out would be to become part of the Carson family and play with both Morey and his mother.
May moaned loudly, the sound rising from the depths of her cock-filled throat as her lips sucked and slurped the throbbing length of solid meat. She sucked harder, and her son licked faster, so that both their passions mounted. Fires of delight were building in May's belly, and she loved the way her son was tongue-fucking her.
To Beth, it looked as if the pair had been joined permanently together in this sixty-nine position. They vibrated up and down, making the bedsprings squeak a little, the two of them insane in their need to attain satisfaction. Morey's mouth slurped all over his mother's cunt, and May's hot mouth completely enveloped the full length of the pulsating penis.
Beth felt her own inner belly burning with renewed, mounting inner passions as she watched the salaciously squirming couple less than fifteen feet away from her. She had her own legs spread apart a little, and her hand was inside her cut-offs so her finger was making contact with her own clitoris and still rub her pussy lips, as well. Her nipples swelled and pushed against her blouse as never before, and it occurred to her that her breasts had swollen a bit to where the shirt she was wearing was now too small for her. Her breast-points were tan and hard, and she used her free hand to cup first one, then the other, feeling how pulsingly alive her nipples seemed to be. Taking one hardened tip, and then the other, between her thumb and forefinger, she slowly rolled and pinched them to feel the full sensations in her tantalizingly aroused body. It was as if she were testing herself to see if she was really here, or if she was dreaming this entire bizarre incident.
The mother's blonde head was bobbing up and down all the more rapidly now, her oral grip on her son's throbbing length of hosepipe sliding with ever increasing strokes. At the same time she ground her vagina more and more solidly against the youth's mouth, making tiny little circles over his pursed lips. He lashed his wickedly stabbing tongue into the wet passageway of her vagina, drinking her oily flow as a cat would lap at sweet cream. One of his fingers, digging into the crack between his mother's ass-cheeks, was pressing into her rectal pucker. The woman writhed her lovely buttocks back against the finger as if wanting to take the digit inside. As if he was obeying some unspoken command from the woman, the boy suddenly wormed his forefinger into the tight depths of his mother's compressing ass-hole.
This was something Beth had definitely undergone before, and only an hour ago. She watched wide-eyed, seeing how it looked when a finger was thrust into an ass-hole, seeing the digit move in to the second knuckle, and then the boy was fucking his finger in and out in perfect time to the way his tongue was moving in and out of his mother's hot cunt. The sight sent excited shudders of delight streaking through Beth's own rectum, for she was remembering how wonderful it had been when her father had fucked her in there. She tingled, feeling fire burning in her loins, and the hand rubbing against her pussy began rubbing a little faster, causing more and more passion juices to flow cut of her. Her fingers continued brushing electrically against her quivering clitoris, and it took all her willpower to smother the gasp that came out of her at the unexpected contact the shock brought. Twinges of lust now turned into seething hearth-fires of wanton salaciousness as frustration ate away at the pink tunnel lodged between her sweet, tantalizing loins.
Beth thought the couple on the Led were finally nearing their satisfaction, ready to climax with this oral fucking, and she was astonished to see the mother suddenly jump up. The boy's large penis shone like a beacon in the sunlight, covered as it was with the woman's saliva. Without saying a word, the mother was on her feet, and then the boy was up and on his knees. May climbed onto the bed in front of him, facing away from him, kneeling dog style, and for a moment Beth didn't know what was happening. But as she watched, it occurred to her mother and son were about to perform what she and her father had done, earlier. At the time she had wondered if she and her father were depraved. Now she realized that if that were so, then there was a whole world of depraved people. Father fucking daughter. Son fucking mother. Both couples ass-fucking as well as fucking in every other conceivable manner.
May remained bent over, presenting the tiny, defenseless ring of her anus to her son. The boy came up behind her, his massively throbbing penis headed directly for the puckered little opening. The mother, obviously knowing what the boy wanted, for he had whispered it into her ear and she had nodded in agreement, tugged her ass-cheeks wide, quivering with anticipation, for though May had never been ass-fucked before, she somehow felt it only right her anal virginity be given to her son.
Beth wondered just why Morey had suddenly chosen to fuck his own mother in this manner. It was almost as if he had seen what had taken place between her father and herself, earlier. But no! That was impossible! Seeing what was about to take place, she wondered how she had been able to take her father's penis into the tightness of her own rectum, for Morey's cock, which was slightly thinner than her father's, looked to be much too gigantic to fit in the twinkle-star opening of his mother's ass. Surely the boy would rip her right up the middle.
Beth held her breath, feeling aroused and excited, and yet afraid for the older woman. She stared as the boy slid his hard cock between the cheeks of his mother's waiting ass.
"Hurry, darling, before I lose my nerve," May gasped. "Put it in!"
She kneeled there impatiently as the boy remained behind her on his own knees, the blunt tip of his throbbing penis teasingly against her tiny anal aperture. He allowed the swollen, blood-filled tip rest there for a long, long moment, as if gathering his own strength. The head seemed more purple than pink now as it pulsated eagerly between the shining white cheeks of the lovely lady's ass. He was panting heavily, his entire young body twisting with a lustful passion. God! Having seen Beth's father do this to the younger girl, he was aching to find out how it felt, and his mother was wonderful to let him fuck her this way. He held himself back a moment longer in order to savor the thrill of her tantalizingly heated flesh as it rubbed against the smooth dome of his penile point.
"Come on, darling," May pleaded with her loving son. "Shove that lovely cock of yours into me. I can take it!" she told him in a voice aroused with salacious obscenity.
She was writhing in her bent-over position desperately trying to wiggle the ovoid shapes of her buttocks backward and impale herself against the tip of the long pole pressing firmly against her anus. The boy held her firmly by her jutting hips, and he responded to her request very suddenly and violently.
Beth thought the mother would have fallen flat if her son hadn't been holding onto her so tightly. She was unaware of her own gasp as the boy's hard penis butted with terrifying force into the narrow little opening, pushing its way into the center of the rectum.
"Aaaahhhuuunnnggghhh ... ooonnnggghhh ... yesssss ... don't stop now ... all the way ... all the way ... and the pain'll be gone in just a minute," she gasped, her screams drowning out the gasp that had come from Beth.
The long cock began boring all the more deeply into the narrowness of her squeezing rectum, the hole defensively clenching as if trying to keep him out in spite of the verbal urging of his mother. May continued mumbling incoherent obscenities as the man plunged his hard prick in and out of the tightly screaming tunnel of heatedly clasping anal flesh.
Beth stared at the way the massive white column continued driving into the narrow tightness of the lovely older woman's ass, and she realized this was how she had looked when her father had done this to her. Instead of being disgusted or horrified by the sight, Beth found herself swallowing her drool as she became even hotter, her finger still massaging her clitoral button.
The penis drove into the boy's mother all the way this time, not stopping for a moment, the boy's thighs flatly pressing solidly against the widespread cheeks of her mother's behind, flattening the gluteal flesh. His testicles swung forward with such power and forcefulness, they seemed to slap against her open vagina with a loud smacking sound, much the way Beth remembered her father's balls hitting her own clitoris.
It was obvious both mother and son were already nearing the peak of their frenzy as the boy began desperately fucking his hard cock in and out of the tightly clasping little passageway, feeling the way it clung to his throbbing pole. He slammed into her like a savage mad with uncontrolled lust, and the woman's head whipped one way then another, her expression one of pure salacity and rapture. She, too, was enjoying what was being done to her, just as Beth had enjoyed it when her father had done it to her. She stared with envy at the wildly depraved mother and son on the bed, filled with uncontrollable reactions in her own quivering body.
Beth was shaking violently now, struggling to relieve the burning lava oozing through the pit of her tantalizing vagina. The gasps of painful pleasure coming from the couple in the bedroom were arousing her and torturing her at the same time. The woman kept screaming for more, and the boy's only verbal reply was a series of grunts.
"Harrrrderrr ... uuunnnggghhh ... fasssterrrr ... fuck me ... fuck me ... keep fucking meeee ... yessss ... do it ... do it ... do it. . . " the woman continued loudly shouting.
Because she-was such a sensual creature, Beth realized that at this moment she would have given anything to have a hard-driving cock rammed between her own legs. At the moment she was totally lost in a passionate daze as she listened to the tiny grunting cries coming from the open mouth of the delightfully impaled mother.
Son pounded into mother with near-desperation. The sight of Beth's father fucking the tight little ass of his daughter had convinced the boy that it was easier for him to fuck his own mother's ass. The enjoyment had seemed so overpowering for both, Beth and Martin Conebar, that the boy was intent on finding out just how good it really did feel. As a result he slammed all the deeper into his mother's rectum.
Thrill built on thrill as the churning in his balls told him he was on the verge of his satisfaction. He wondered if it was possible for his mother to have a rectal orgasm. But to be on the safe side, he reached around her thighs with both hands and dug his fingers into her cunt, rubbing her clitoris. This was all that was needed to set the woman "off. "EEEEE Y Y YY YIIIIIAAAAAA
GGHHHGGGHHHAAAGGGHHH!" she shrieked, as lightning blasted through her quivering body, making her shake and shudder as she had never done before. She was exploding all over the place.
His mother's ass slamming into his thighs became too much for the youth. He gasped, humped, and slammed his throbbing cock ever deeper into her rectum, powering the penis harder and harder into her. In, in, in, and then in again.
"OHHHHH ... HHHUUUNNNHHH ... YYYEEEAAAGGGHHH ... GOOD ... HHHAAANNNGGGHHH ... FUCK ... FUCK ... FEELS GOOD ... YEAGGGHHH ... DONT STOP ... DONT STOP ... DONT STOP..." he yelled at his mother's bucking buttocks.
He fired great gouts of white sperm into her ass, flushing the rectal cavity as well as the lower colon and he seemingly jumped up and down on the bed again and again.
Beth was filled with desire to come, but her finger was never good enough. She didn't know what to do at this point. But she did know if she was not to be discovered she had to get away from there.
Taking her hand from her cunt, the lovely girl walked down the stairs, making no noise as she quietly went out of the house the way she had come in. Common decency dictated that she wait at least fifteen minutes before walking up to the front door and ringing the bell. But at the moment Beth wasn't in the mood to be decent. She was in the mood to get laid.
So walking right up to the front door, she pressed the doorbell making it ring nice and loud.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Hey Beth, what're you doin' here this time of day?" Morey asked.
She looked at him standing in the doorway, wearing his jeans and tee shirt. At the moment he was barefoot, and his hair was plastered to his forehead.
"You look like you were taking the clothes out of the hot dryer," Beth smiled. "I mean that's why you're so sweaty, right?"
"Nah," he told her. "I was helpin' my ma upstairs. Housework ain't the easiest thing in the world, y'know."
"I wouldn't know," Beth shrugged. "We have a maid who comes in three times a week to do all the work for us. Hey, what's on for today?"
"Nothing special," the boy shrugged. "Why?"
"I thought you and I might want to spend the day together."
"Hey, well, I mean..."
"Afraid I'm going to come on to you again, Morey?"
"Well," he shrugged.
"Well, I will," she smiled. "What's more, if you don't invite me inside, I'm gonna let the whole neighborhood in on what you and I did. I won't care who knows it."
"Hey, stop actin' like some kind of spoiled brat," Morey insisted, standing aside and letting her come into the house. "Look, your old man wants me to stop doin' things with you..."
"What do you want?" Beth asked.
"I think you know," he told her. "Hey, I have some home movies I wanna show you. Got some time?"
"Sure," she nodded, and she followed him down to the basement where he took the cassette of film from his Polaroid movie camera and shoved it into the instant playback projector.
"Well, what are you kids doing down here?" May Carson asked, dressed in a pair of tight black chinos and a white blouse, as she came down to the basement.
"I'm going to show Beth some homemade movies," the boy said to his mother.
"Oh?" she asked, suddenly wondering what he was up to.
"Not made in this home," the boy hastily amended. "Made in Beth's home. Stick around, Ma. You'll find this interesting."
Beth wondered just what was going on in Morey's head until the picture flashed on the screen of the instant playback projector. Then she screamed and turned to run as she realized she was seeing pictures of herself being fucked in the ass by her own father.
Morey grabbed her and brought her back, forcing her to sit on one of the side sofas.
"Don't you dare hold it against me," Beth gasped. "I was here a little while ago and I saw what the two of you were doing."
"Aha!" Morey nodded. "I thought I heard those stairs creak a little, but I wasn't sure. Where the hell did you think I got the idea for doing what I did?"
May turned on the light and Morey turned off the playback projector. The older woman stood looking at Beth. She should have been horrified, but after what she had been through with her own son, that would have been sheer hypocrisy.
"Well, now," the older woman said. "It looks like the two men in both our lives want the both of us. But at least one of them is unaware that the other is making love to me."
"I love my father," Beth said. "I don't want to do anything to hurt him."
"Funny thing," May replied. "But I love your father, too. Tell me, do you like Morey?"
"Sure," Beth nodded. "I like him a lot. Who knows, maybe when we get older, we might fall in love. It's too early to say, right now."
"You're a wise girl," May nodded. "But I think Morey and you feel more strongly about one another than most kids your age feel. You know, there's a way of making a sort of permanent arrangement between the four of us."
"You mean Morey and my father making love to both, you and me?" Beth asked.
"Oh, I mean more than that," May replied. "Why, there'll be times when your father is at work and Morey will be late, and you and I can even learn to make love to one another."
"Gee, you know, I think I'd like that," Beth nodded. "But if Pa learned Morey was doing things with you..."
"Only if he found out about it before we let him know we're aware of what he's been doing with you. You see, I have a plan. Men are funny creatures. They always want to be the dominant ones. So what we're going to do is this. You and your father are going to make love again sometime this afternoon. Only I'm going to walk in on it and be horrified. Your father will probably become angry, thinking I'm spying on him, and so he'll turn his sexual attack on me. After a while, hell conquer me, and that's when you come in and the three of us make it together. Finally, after it's all over and done with, we'll let him know about Morey and me, at which point he'll come back here, and it'll be my turn to make love to two men. You can have them tomorrow."
"I'm glad I took my Vitamin E today," Martin laughed at his daughter as the two of them nakedly cavorted in the living room.
It had been Beth's idea for them to fuck in the house in a room other than the bedrooms in order to keep things sexually alive and interesting. Her father had wanted to save his sperm for the evening when he intended fucking May Carson again. But even with his daughter taking the edge off, he decided he would have enough energy to give May a solid pounding.
It was four in the afternoon, and he wouldn't be picking May up until eight. That would give him plenty of time to rest. He intended taking her to a show, then to dine, and afterward, bringing her home and really giving her a good humping. The more he thought about May Carson, the more he liked her. Tomorrow he would bring May to the house and let her talk with Beth. Martin was not a man who wasted time. When he wanted something he went out and got it. He wanted May-permanently. As a result, he would ask her to marry him, after he was certain she and Beth would get along. If it meant putting Beth in Morey's way, then so be it. He would still have Beth, and he would have May, as well. His only sorrow was that he wouldn't be able to let May know about what he was doing with Beth.
He had his daughter bending over the coffee table with his face pushing into her little muff from behind, when the door suddenly opened and May Carson walked in, calling out, "Yoo-hoo, anyone home? I was walking by and I..."
She stopped when she saw Martin with Beth.
"Golly!" Beth gasped, and went running to her bedroom.
Martin was caught, but he wasn't the kind of man to go on the defensive. On the contrary, as May had predicted, he took the initiative immediately, and rather than try to explain away his actions, he slammed the door shut and locked it, pulling May into the middle of the living room.
"What's the matter, honey?" he asked, standing arms akimbo, totally naked, his cock no longer rigid for the moment as he stared at her with defiance in his eyes. "Tell me, is your pride all shaken up because it wasn't your pussy my tongue was tasting?"
May knew that if she accepted his behavior readily, he would think she had something wrong with her and it might turn him off her. He had to think he was winning her over to his way of thinking, and so she replied, "That's a terrible thing to say, Martin. I just dropped by to ask you what I should wear tonight, and you accuse me of wanting to commit some kind of lascivious act that you're perpetrating on your own daughter. I know we've made love, and I loved it. But I thought what you and I had was something wholesome and decent."
"Are you hinting that what I was doing with my daughter was not wholesome or indecent?" he angrily retorted. "What makes it any less good with her than it was with you?"
"Martin, please..."
"Hell, I'll bet at one time or another in your life you wanted to be fucked by that kid of yours," he laughed.
"The thought never entered my mind," she lied. "If it ever does in the future, it'll be because you put it there."
"Don't start throwing blame at me, baby-doll," he snapped. "You just interrupted a rousing fuck-session. That means I have to get my rocks off somehow. Beth isn't here any more. So you'll have to fill in."
"What?"
"This way you won't have to dream about your son's cock," he snapped. "I've seen it, and I can tell you, my cock is bigger than his, any day. You'll prefer it."
May backed away from him, hurrying down the small corridor leading to the bedrooms. Beth had given her a layout of the house, and she knew where to head. At the moment she looked as if she was trying to escape from Martin. She ran into the nearest bedroom which happened to be the master bedroom, and she tried shutting the door. But as she had expected, Martin was there, pushing the door open, and so she retreated to the bed. He kept moving closer, and she sidled onto the bed, scrunching up in the corner. She pretended to look terrified the entire time.
Martin remained between the bed and the door, standing there defiantly and looking at her supposedly terrified face. She heard him chuckle, and she gasped, "I suppose you must have been intimate with your daughter for some time. So I suppose there's no way to keep you from attacking me."
"You suppose right," Martin nodded.
She cowered back into the corner of the bed, her back pressing against the pillows as she whimpered with fright. Martin chose that moment to kneel on the bed, his weight making it slant downward.
"Don't hurt me..." she gasped, still pretending to be afraid, knowing damn well the man had no intention of hurting her, even if he wanted to assert his mastery over her and force her to accept him the way he was.
She held out a hand at arm's length, as if to ward the man off. He smiled and reached out, gently taking the hand in his own hand, caressing it softly.
"Calm down," he told her in a softly insidious tone of voice. "There's really no reason for you to get upset. May, in spite of what you've seen here, I feel something for you more than lust. I'm not going to kid you and tell you if you and I ever make it to the altar I'm going to stop screwing my kid. Hell! I love the girl, and I'm admittedly feeling something for you, as well. What's more, I think you kinda love me. So I want you to prove it by undressing."
"Don't talk like that," she told him, breathing heavily. "It's wrong, and in spite of what I might have felt for you, I won't let you make love to me. What's more, you can't force me."
"I certainly can," he insisted, moving closer to her, drawing her into the circle of his waiting arms, ignoring her seemingly futile attempts to fight him off. "You can ask Beth how persuasive I am when it comes to convincing women to make love. But then, you already saw how much my little girl loves the things I do to her."
She pushed her hands against his chest as if to shove him away. His powerful arms were crushing her to him as his mouth came hotly down on her aching lips, kissing them in the grand manner.
May knew if she surrendered right now, it would look too easy. She had to put up a bit more of a fight. So she struggled, feeling the man's firm hand suddenly pressing hard against the softness of her full breasts beneath the silky material of her blouse. She had made certain to wear a brassiere, too, not wanting him to have the slightest hint that she wanted this to happen.
Still struggling, she displayed a helpless futility against him, and she finally went limp. She responded to the softness of the man's lips, unable to help herself because she had to admit that the man was very definitely arousing. Tiny little fluttering sensations went charging through her quivering body, and she knew that even if this had been a real attempt on her part to fight him off, she wouldn't have won.
"There," he whispered, lifting his lips from hers. "That wasn't so bad, was it, dear lady?" His hand continued delicately stroking the fullness of her lovely breasts. "I just want you to let yourself go, you beautiful woman, that's all. The time has come for you to be open-minded about a lot of things."
She smiled to herself, knowing further efforts to plead on her part would be futile. So she made no attempt to stop him as he slipped a hand inside the front of her blouse, letting his fingers slide under her brassiere to cup one, then the other of her nakedly vibrating breasts, aware he had her aroused already. When it came to women, this was one man who was cocksure of himself, especially knowing how far he was capable of going with any one woman. His caresses sent wild pinpricks of flame charging through the tips of the lovely woman's pliant breasts as he rolled the hardening softness of one tiny nipple back and forth, maddeningly arousing it and enlarging it.
May was aware of the heat of his breath as it fluttered against his ear. He was a total master when it came to making love, and now he was moving his head, bringing his lips down to lock wetly against hers-the same lips he had used to kiss her cunt-the cunt that both he and her son had fucked. She found herself thrusting her own tongue vibrantly forward as if lasciviously replying to what he was doing. The man pulled her tongue into his mouth and sucked on it, feeling her slowly melting, giving way to him. There was no question in his mind that she was simply surrendering to his superiority. His hand caressed her face as his mouth whispered into hers, "Let's get you undressed and do this right."
Her breath caught in her throat as she felt him sliding his finger under the elastic leg band of her panties, slowly moving and worming upward until he was able to part the ultra-sensitive lips of her hair-fringed vaginal opening. Then his fingers slipped into the heated wetness his lips had sucked not too long before, tantalizing the soft inner lips that enshrined her quivering clitoris.
"Don't try and fight me, May," he whispered, and his voice broke the spell he was weaving over her.
She wanted him, all right. But she'd be damned if she'd let him think she was this easy.
"Damn you!" she gasped. "Don't touch me! Get away from me! You're a filthy animal, that's what you are. First you rape your daughter, and now you want to rape me."
"Rape?" he laughed. "Where in heaven's name did you ever get the idea I was raping my daughter? That beautiful young girl of mine was seduced by your son, initially. Afterward, I admit I prodded her a bit, but now she's almost nymphomaniacal in her desires for more and more in the way of orgasms. It so happens that when you walked in, she was the one doing the seducing."
She flailed at him with her fists, and so he gripped her wrists with one hand, holding them fast as he threw his weight on top of her, almost crushing the life out of her. May gasped, the breath whooshing out of her lungs. She lay there, totally helpless.
"You wish to do it the hard way?" Martin asked. "Fine! That's the way we'll do it. But one thing is certain, and make no mistake about it. We are going to do it!"
"No," May gasped, egging him on a little more.
"That little cunt of a daughter of mine has me all hot and bothered. You and she are the only two females to ever get under my skin this way. She started me, and now you're going to finish me. Honey, I'm going to squirt what little jizz I have left in that tight pussy of yours."
"Oh God!" May gasped, pretending to be terrified. "Why did I ever come here? I'm sorry I ever knew you. Just let go of me. I'll walk out of here and you'll never see me again."
Martin merely laughed, then roughly gripping her, he began undoing her blouse and skirt, for she had changed from chinos to a skirt before coining to the house. He exposed the full ripeness of her voluptuous thighs as well as the soft flesh above the top of her slim bikini panties. He yanked down on her frilly white panties, exposing the soft golden fluff on her pelvic mount. He didn't even bother removing her blouse. He had the half that he wanted.
Forcing his way between her lithe thighs, spreading the soft defenseless loins far apart, he unmercifully balanced himself above her as he guided his cock, all stiff with lust once again, toward her. Gripping her under the knees, he shoved them way back, over her shoulders, exposing the lovely plane of her pussy, and then he inched forward, using the thick, rubbery head of his phallic lance to part the full, hair-surrounded lips of this lovely woman's pussy.
May tossed her dark-gold head wildly from side to side, pretending to be terrified, shuddering as if from horror, but really with delight as she felt the wonderful electrical contact of the man's pulsating penile point against her seemingly involuntarily pulsating pussy flesh. The captive woman held her breath for what seemed like an exceptionally long time, supposedly petrified by the total subjugation of this man.
"Uuuunnnhhh ... Goddduhhhhh..." she gasped, as she felt the initial hard pressure against her tight elastic opening.
Martin shoved hard, his lips compressed tightly together as he began grunting with the effort. May, not wanting him to think he was taking her easily, pretended she was even tighter inside, making believe she wasn't lubricated in spite of the fact that his penis already was aware of a slippery smoothness as it pushed through the tight resilience of her vaginal causeway. Her thighs clamped together as if she were enduring horrible pressure, but his body kept her legs from coming too close together as he drove even deeper into her.
God, how she had missed this cock. It was a little thicker than that of her son, and she loved that last little bit of it.
"You were tight as hell the last time I went into you," he told her. "And that was after a nice tonguing down there. This time I'm not going to lick you. You're going to get what you deserve-a good solid fucking."
"I'm too dry," she insisted as he shoved. "Ungh! God! You'll kill me! You'll tear out my inner membranes!" she squealed as she stared at him and saw the sadistic grin on his face. It wasn't an evil grin, but it was the look of a conqueror who knew he had just won.
The handsome man came down heavily on the beautiful dark-blonde woman, his weight crushing her still-clothed breasts firmly against her rib cage. The man's lean, masculine hips thrust themselves forward with a violently brusque motion, and his thick, lust-hardened length of cock went sliding into the defenseless tunnel of her quivering cunt. It slammed in with the fury of a roaring lion, pushing the softly moist flesh of her tantalizing vaginal walls before it in accordioning waves, the intimate flesh wrinkling within. There was no stopping him until the full length of his prodding pole had pushed its way into her womanly kiln and weighty balls were hitting against her perineum.
"AHHHUUUNNNHHH!" she gasped, beneath the weight of the strong, handsome man.
Once again he had filled her impossibly narrow womanly container with the hard, chunky bar of cylindrical flesh. The man's deeply pulsing phallic wand lay in the seething depths of her tantalizing belly. Every last little bit of her inner flesh was touching a part of him as it had done the first time he had fucked her.
May smiled to herself, well aware this was what she had wanted to happen. Now if Beth carried out her part in this, pretty soon they would be one big happy family, the four of them fucking like bunny rabbits, both females capable of keeping each male happy, either singly, in pairs, as part of a menage-a-trois, or in a four-way game.
Above her, the lust-filled, sexually hungry man she had come to admire in so short a span of time lay unmoving for a long moment, his handsome face directly above hers. As a result, she too, lay immobile. At the moment any stirring on her part might cause him to get emotionally riled up, and that was one thing she definitely did not want to happen.
There was silence in the house for the moment, save for the heavy breathing that hung between the two of them as they stared at one another. Then May felt a throb in the simmering center of her cuntal core. The breadth and length of the man's virile cock was jerking forward, trying to fit even more of itself inside, even if there was no more to fit. It continued fleecing in the velvety softness of her tender vaginal container.
"Unnnhhh ... goodness!" the woman gasped, grunting out of breath because of the way he was pulsating within her, her face all screwed up with lust, though she did it in a way to make him think she was in some kind of pain.
"You're really tight in there," Martin told her. "But my daughter's cunt is tighter. The only thing is, you have a way of working those muscles in there like no other female I've ever known."
He tightened his muscles repeatedly, causing his hard cock to throb and flex, and then his hands were busy, unbuttoning her blouse, peeling it from her lovely white shoulders. Then he reached under her and somehow managed to unsnap her brassiere. He pulled it from her body, exposing the large, white trembling breasts with their pinkish-brown nipples and areolae. His roughly kneading fingers proceeded to go to work.
"Ohhhhh ... hhhuuunnnhhh ... dear God!" the lovely woman sobbed as her false resistance, or what was left of it, fled from her in the face of her helpless position. There was no longer any false dignity or sense of modesty for her. All there was, was the strength of his cock driving deep into the territory of her sweet cunt.
"All right ... all right ... do what you want. . . " she gasped, letting him know she was no longer resisting, giving him that feeling of being macho.
Lowering his face again, he clamped his mouth tightly against hers, and at the same time he began a slow rocking motion between the captive woman's widely held thighs. The movement had its desired effect, and May began mucking.
Sensation was shooting through her like small charges of gunpowder, setting off one blast after another in her seething loins. The softly sensitive flesh within her felt charred with desire as the man's driving and powerful motion widened her womanly tunnel and forced the crushing interior of her cunt to respond to each of his smoothly driving strokes. There was nothing more for her to do but let him think he had completely defeated her.
Now she was free to react to the feelings building in her quivering body. Her physical self reacted freely, as if it had seemingly severed itself from any resistance she had tried to hurl against him. Obscene flames' of wanton desire were flaring uncontrollably through her quivering young body, and she definitely had no desire to fight it at this time. She had lost the battle as she had known she would, and now she knew that in spite of her repugnance and horror, or at least the feigned repugnance and horror, she was totally surrendering herself to the wonderful man lying between her pillarly thighs. The mere thought sent all kinds of chills running along the lovely woman's spine-chills of apprehensive delight. She continued feeling the slow rhythm of Martin's driving cock thrust deeply into the wet center of her highly stimulated inner self.
Faint whimpers of total animalistic delight, signifying her servile acceptance of him came from the depths of the lovely divorcee's chest, her beautiful face becoming distorted with passion as, her mouth toiling, her neck straining and her delicate nostrils widely flaring, she hurled her nakedness firmly against his body, loving every little bit of the way he pounded into her. The firm fullness of her twin breasts pushed nakedly against the heavy chest of the man lying on top of her, and the completely exposed surface of her softly tender vagina ground itself lasciviously against the man's strong and wiry loins. The cords in May's neck as well as those in her pale thighs stood out, solid and tense as she wriggled underneath this man she had come to love. She realized she was allowing herself to become carried away with the fervidness of her inner feeling. Still, there was nothing wrong with enjoying a good fuck while preparing to trap a man so that he sincerely believed what was eventually going to happen would be his own idea. This mindless fucking was the most enjoyable thing she had known in a long time, even more enjoyable than when her son had fucked her-and that had been fantastic. She had to admit she craved more and more of what she was feeling. Her heels dug into the mattress, and she lifted herself, giving back to him as good as she was getting.
Above the excited blonde mother of Morey Carson, Martin Conebar continued slaving away. His forehead and back were covered with heavy drops of perspiration as he changed his rhythm, shifting from low into high, the hard, slow strokes being replaced by the quick long strokes-strokes that drew his glistening, lust-weighted cock nearly all the way out of the beautiful woman's clasping cunt on the backstroke only to once again plunge solidly forward into her willingly uplifted loins, doing it over and over as May felt the harsh slap of his balls against the cheeks of her behind.
Martin was smiling a smile of triumph, grinning broadly at the moment, and then his mouth was once again falling to hers, kissing her, enjoying the fact that she was responding.
These goddamn women have to learn once and for all who's boss, he thought.
Shit! Her kid had all but fucked his daughter in front of him. It would be something to reciprocate, but not in the same way. No, he wanted this cunt on a permanent basis. God! There was something about her pussy that was extra-special, just as his wife's cunt had been special. He had spotted it the first time he had fucked his wife, and he had married her less than a week after that first fuck. Well he had made up his mind with this cunt, as well. Only he had no intention of telling her his desires until he was certain she understood that he had no intention of no longer fucking his daughter.
Jesus! She was good, really good. Not even Beth had been this good, though Beth was just a kid and all things considered, she had responded far better than he had expected.
His hand reached down to where his cock was joined to her cunt and he began fondling her pussylips a little, and this made the frenzied woman keen, causing her lips to milk his cock for all it was worth. He continued playing there until softer moans told him just how much of a slave she was to him. Yes, she would make a good wife, a very good wife, and with Beth, he would have all the harem he needed.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
From inside the closet, where she had watched the whole thing, Beth knew it was time for her to join the fray. Just looking at the manner in which her daddy fucked May told her, in spite of how good Morey was, Daddy did it best.
They were going at it hammer and tongs as she quickly shed her cut-offs and blouse. Naked now, her pale, porcelain-like skin shining with an inner light all its own, she moved closer to the lasciviously copulating forms on the bed. The young girl was already feeling overpoweringly aroused as excited lust filled her loins. Nakedly she shuddered, empathizing with the moaning, writhing mother of her boyfriend and lover. Hell! She already knew from personal experience just how good her daddy was.
The wildly preoccupied couple were totally unaware of her presence. She stood right beside the bed, watching them, and a twinge of jealousy nipped at her. At the moment she felt left out, and all the ardor passing between the fucking couple had her wishing for some of it. Her daddy was carrying this lovely woman to the paradise of rapture, and she wanted to share in it.
At the moment, Martin was maddened by the pressures of the silken soft sheath that was May's palpitating pussy as it continued enclosing the heated hardness of his throbbing cock. He pulled his ass back as far as possible without letting his cock fall out, and then he drove all the way into May, the hot, hard length sinking to the depths in the pink tunnel between the lovely dark-blonde's wildly exciting and palpitating thighs. He slammed into her with all his strength while running hot hands over the nakedly glistening surface of her sweat-covered, voluptuous body.
The handsome father was half out of his mind with the exquisite sensations he was feeling, once again fucking the mother of the boy who had taken his own daughter's virginity. He loved the way this woman responded. God! She was so eager, so arousing.
At the moment she seemed to be attempting to be the dominant one between them, her slender thighs wrapping themselves tightly around his back so that she was the one able to control the thrusts of his cock into the depths of the hair-surrounded split of her clinging womanly gully. Jesus! If she kept this up, he would come long before she did. He was on fire.
A stream of pleading obscenities issued forth from May's mouth, and the sounds only served to excite and arouse the man that much more. Even Beth noticed that the role of dominance seemed to have passed from her father to the woman who was not so much being fucked at this point as fucking. The difference had not escaped Martin, but he didn't give a damn. All that really mattered was that he was buried to the hilt in this woman.
"Ahhhhhh ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck that cock into me..." May was loudly gasping, panting heavily as her body bucked up and down, receiving the most delightful heavy pounding it had ever endured. Her womanly culvert kept closely around the masculine prod pushing into it. "Do it harder ... fuck me ... yesssss ... fuck me ... into my cunt with that big, thick cock of yours ... all the way ... all the way ... don't stop ... don't stop ... keep it up ... keep it up..."
Standing beside the madly bouncing bed, looking at the way the couple on it wildly thrashed about, twisting and turning uncontrollably, looking like something out of a sleazy porno movie than anything else, Beth knew May's plan was going to be one-hundred percent effective.
"Mmmmmmm," she cooed, as if speaking to herself as she watched her daddy continue to thrust his hard cock into the searing depths of May's quivering belly. He pounded and hammered the cock in with ever-increasing violence and fury, slamming into her as if he were a demon. The pistoning penis continued pile-driving into the deeply suctioning cunt as May's inner labia flared even wider to receive more of him. Her clenching buttocks hit the bed repeatedly, only to bounce up so her cunt was able to take that much more of the pulsating cock.
"Ummmmmm!" the beautiful young girl said again, a little louder, trying to make them aware she wanted to share in the action. "Me, too."
Even though her words were heard by the violently fucking couple, they were so involved with what they were doing at that moment, each so lost in the dream of total wanton sex, that they moved to complete this orgasmic thrashing by themselves. They were so wrapped up in what they were feeling, they were unable to do otherwise. The two of them crashed against each other again and again as if they were cymbals, meeting to the rhythmic tune of some secret orchestral composition.
May felt herself to be a single mass of exquisitely sodden cunt, and a new high in excitement was building in her center as the penile piston moved more and more rapidly inside her. Her loins were ablaze with an uncontrollably blaze, and she was only vaguely aware of the man's hands running over her perspiration-covered body, his fingers like little searing tongues of flame as she continued writhing against his naked hardness. This was it! This was it! She heard Beth crying out, yet she was not to be deterred from her desired goal.
"Do it! Fuck me ... harder ... harder ... Martin ... fuck me ... ram it into me ... fill me with that long, thick, hard cock of yours ... uuunnnhhh ... don't stop now..." she panted, crying out at the top of her voice as she writhed an wriggled, hearing his wailing breath against her own ear.
His moving cock was like an unrelenting wild animal, uncontrollably raging and hurtling into her, making her tingle with life from the tips of her toes to the back of her head. It was all so wonderful ... so beautiful ... better than it had ever been with any man she had ever known ... even better than it had been with her son, though she had to admit that Morey still needed a few years of practice to catch up to the man who was solidly fucking her. It was all so wonderfully delightful, she sucked in her breath and then exhaled in a long, loud yell, letting both Beth and the man fucking her know she was climaxing.
"AAAAAIIIIIEEEEE! A AAAAGGGGG-HHHHH! IIIIIYYYYYEEEEEAAAAA!"
Every maddening thrust of her new-found lover's driving, surging, overwhelming penis was creating a thrilling agony of wondrous delight that released pent-up feelings within her that were far stronger than anything she had ever previously imagined was inside her. What she was feeling was more than an orgasm, although it was very definitely that, too. It was her soul feeling freed, letting her know beyond the shadow of a doubt that there was indeed a man capable of making her feel all the wonderful thrilling things she had despaired of feeling, for none of the men with whom she had previously fucked had made her feel like this.
She jerked and bucked her naked body against the solid form of the man on top of her, feeling his massive cock inside her grow huge and become even harder, and then the man was gasping, "HHHHUUUUNNNNGG! AAAANNNNGGGGHHHHAAAGGGHHH!"
Hot thick jets of sperm splashed into the teeming depths of her quivering belly. His masculine juices mingled with her womanly oils as deep down inside the trembling, swooning woman thrills abounded. Her lips curled into a smile of satisfaction, realizing she had found the one man capable of really making her feel good, and she had no intention of relinquishing him. Nor, for that matter, had she any intention of relinquishing her son.
When her legs finally went limp around the man's hard body, simply flopping to either side in order to allow him to withdraw, he remained where he was, panting heavily. For the moment she had forgotten just why she had gone through with this.
Therefore she was taken aback a little when she felt additional pressure on the bed. Turning her head, she looked up to see not only Martin Conebar, panting heavily over her, but beside him was the sweet little pixyish face of his lovely daughter.
Now it all came flooding back to her. She had come here not merely to enjoy herself, but to make certain she eventually became Mrs. Martin Conebar. Further, the man had to accept the fact that if he wanted the continued use of his daughter's cunt, then she had to have the use of her son's cock.
"Did you folks forget about me?" Beth asked. "In case you have, I'm here to let you know I'd like to join in the action. Daddy, I don't think you'll object too strenuously, all things considered. How about it?"
May tried slithering out from beneath Martin's weighty body, but soon discovered she was unable to move. That was when she became aware of new activity taking place somewhere beneath her. From the look on Martin's face, it was obvious the man had no objection to what Beth was doing. In fact, she felt the touch of Beth's fingers and realized the lovely young blonde girl had gripped her father's scrotum sac in her left hand and she was clasping the balls tightly, running her nails into the wrinkled crevices with the idea of reactivating his cock, the cock that still lay in the tunnel of her sated cunt.
"Well, what do we have going on here?" May asked, aware of the cock inside her already starting to grow a little. "Your daughter really does turn you on, doesn't she, Martin?"
Yes, the massive cock was thickening, swelling, inflating all over again, and at the same time the younger female's fingers were now teasing the juice-covered lips of May's hot cunt. Beth smiled at the woman lying on her back as she remained kneeling on the bed beside the locked-together couple, making her presence more and more certainly known.
The disturbed mother was not the least bit shaken by any of this. After all, this had been the plan. Granted, she had wanted Beth to interfere before the orgasms, basically because she had been afraid the man might not be capable of growing another erection too quickly. However this was something about which she needn't have worried.
Martin's cock was doing just fine in her teeming depths, swelling to the perfect thickness all over again.
Martin's fingers were already tightening on her heaving breasts while he turned his head sideways and kissed his daughter solidly on the mouth as if they had been lovers all their lives. It was obvious from Beth's response that she was accustomed to such kisses. May also heard the continual soft gasps of the younger female as the girl's father used his other hand to fondle the pink juiciness between Beth's tantalizing young thighs. His first hand continued clinging to May's heaving breasts, and she lay there, taking it all in, enjoying it, not the least bit ashamed that she was participating in yet another kind of incest over and above that which she had indulged in with her own son.
The rock-like length of the mighty cock within her made itself felt all over again, and she automatically responded, her cuntwalls clinging to it as she realized she was once more becoming delightedly and thrillingly aroused. The blonde woman's blood ran hotter than ever, and she knew she was really going to enjoy this.
What a man! He had just come, and he was already growing a new erection, all set to fuck her again and at the same time do things with his own daughter. This was going to be something, and she was only sorry her son wasn't here with his new camera to photograph it all.
Thrills blistered through her shuddering body, and May knew all the wonderful things that were going to happen inside her. She also knew she and Beth would become lovers. Right now, all she cared about was the bulbously swelling head of her lover's throbbing cock as it continued hotly rubbing the tender walls of her delightedly heated feminine channel.
"Ahhhhhh!" she gasped out loud, letting the man know he was definitely getting to her.
The wonderful pleasure now once more spreading through her supine body made one tantalizing thrill after another reverberate through her. It all felt so obscenely delightful, so deliciously wrong, yet so wonderfully good. She was aching to once again feel this man's hands caress her breasts and tweak her nipples. Her pinkish-brown breast points enlarged and swelled as they rubbed against his manly chest, and now, his tongue, driving into her receptive mouth, was driving her totally wild. Had it been any other woman, May might have thought of her as competition, but Beth was an ally, and Beth's presence would serve to make things better.
Besides, Martin would probably be the one to react when the time came for the two women to enjoy May's son together. But that was something the man was also going to have to accept.
Right now, the only thing that really mattered was the delight taking hold of her as she felt the man's full length of solidly throbbing penis press solidly into the sensitive flesh between the hair-trimmed lips in her fulcrum. The penis slowly wormed forward and back, continuing the wondrous feelings of charging lust, building a thrilling sense of pleasure that much higher.
"Aaaaannnnhhhhh!" she gasped out loud as Martin's feverishly probing tongue slipped wetly from the tight confines of her tantalizing mouth and his uneven breathing signaled he was not only full hard, completely clogging her interior once again, but he was all set to really go at it.
Above the seemingly helpless, supine woman, Martin realized his dream was coming true. He was already accomplishing his most fervid wish-fucking the two most desirable women he knew at the same time. The woman beneath him was a wonder, and he saw she was accepting his relationship with his daughter. What more did any man want?
His lust-swollen cock remained locked in the tight belly of the lovely May Carson, spreading wide the soft pinkness of her tantalizing interior, totally filling her to the fullest, while at the same time his extremely sensual young daughter moaned and heaved deliriously with satisfaction because of the pressure of his driving middle finger, fitted so snugly into the narrowness of her girlish channel. His daughter's cunt was pliant, but clutching, and he had to admit that in a year or two she would be every bit the equal of May Carson when it came to being a totally sensuous female. Meanwhile, he continued furiously sawing his finger in and out of the little center, enjoying the different feel of his daughter's hot cunt. He loved the fact that there were almost no hairs covering her pouting little pink slash letting him know how different her cunt was outside, as well as inside, from that of May
Carson. He stared at the pouting loveliness, and rammed his finger in all the harder. Beth merely gyrated her loins all the more vibrantly against the finger of her father.
Martin swelled with pride at the thought that the two females were so easily able to accept what he was doing to them. It was undeniable that these two females were filled with a greater degree of lust than all the little tramps he had previously known who had come fucking to him when looking for jobs. The two of them were on a par with his dead wife.
Grunting and beaming with delight, the man slid his cock even deeper into the cunt of the woman beneath him, feeling her vaginal channel suck all the more hardily on his throbbing penis. Her straining legs widened and once again her pussy responded to his hard cock.
At that point, Beth pulled back, sliding her cunt off her father's nailing finger. She made the man rise though his cock was still inside May, and when he was straight up, still on his knees, she climbed onto May, straddling the older woman's body, pressing her own sensuous cunt solidly against that of the older woman. She rubbed back and forth, and their clitorises touched, setting off electric sparks in both of them. This made May hump up and down all the more rapidly, her vaginal walls clutching the stinging prod of Martin Conebar all the more tightly.
Martin rammed into her, but on each out-stroke, his cock rubbed between the succulent lips of his daughter's cunt, and he shuddered, feeling the way her inner labia tried nipping at his penile stanchion as if to create the feeling he was fucking two cunts with only one cock. He pounded into May with all his might, and it was obvious May, who was receiving a decided pleasure at the pressure of his cock in her vaginal depths and the tingle of a clitoris rubbing against her own, was on her way to her next orgasm.
"YYYYYAAAAAIIIII! GGHHHHAAAAUUUUWWWWW!! " she shrieked, crushing the young girl against her, kissing Beth solidly on the mouth, her tongue washing through the young girl's oral interior.
Martin, without missing a stroke, yanked his cock from May's seething cunt and plunged it into the narrow depths of his daughter's tight little quim. God! The immediate difference between their pussies was apparent, andhe began plundering his cock back and forth in the fuming interstice.
Beth felt thrills she had never known before, because as her father continued fucking her, she also was aware of the pressure of May's over-sensitive clitoris continuing to rub against her own little man-in-the-boat.
May, knowing how good the last orgasm had felt, decided she had to make this one good for the young girl. So even though she was sensitive to the point of pain, she wrapped her arms tightly around Martin's thighs, pulling him down, forcing his cock all the way into his daughter's cunt, and as a result, pressing Beth's clitoris all the more vibrantly against her own. She bucked up and down, creating friction the like of which was incredible.
Beth had been on the edge for quite some time now. She would have climaxed earlier, had May not walked in when she had, when her father had her bent over the coffee table in the living room. Since then she had been on the edge, and now she was ready to go over. She bucked back and forth, each back-thrust causing her daddy's hard prick to fill her feminine fistula to the limit, and then she slammed forward, her clitoris rubbing against that of the woman beneath her.
It became too much for the younger girl, and she began wildly thrashing as she screamed, "AAAAIIIIYYYYEEEE! UUUUNNNNG-GGGHHHH A AAAGGGGHHHH ... GOOD ... MORE ... FUCK ... YESSSSSS!"
Then it was Martin's turn, only this time he came silently, spurting what little sperm he had left into his daughter's tight pussy, feeling her walls solidly close in around his thrusting organ., He panted, hurled himself in again and again, and when he was finally out of seed, he fell forward on top of the two women, then rolled off to the side, half asleep from his efforts.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Somehow Martin and May managed to go out that evening, and after seeing a show, revitalized themselves with food. Afterward, Martin took her home, and when he wanted to come in and give her a good-night fuck, she insisted that her son might be awake and that this wouldn't be the right time.
Martin might have objected had he felt a bit hornier. Granted he was aroused, but not as much as he might have been, considering the flurry of activity he had enjoyed earlier in the day. He had not yet proposed to May, but intended doing so shortly.
He left her at the front door, then turned to leave. But as he approached his car, he was surprised to see Beth waiting for him.
"Honey," he asked, "is anything wrong?"
"Wrong?" she shrugged. "Not really. But if you want to see something, just wait here for about five minutes."
"What's going on?" he asked.
"You'll see," she told her father.
So for the next five minutes they stood beside his car, and then Beth led him around to the back door, which she knew had been purposely left open. Martin was curious, but he followed his daughter as she led him inside, quietly shutting the door. Then they sneaked through the hallway to the stairs, and she led him upstairs to the master bedroom. The door was open, the light in the bedroom was on, and what he saw made his eyeballs pop.
There, on the bed, on his back, was Morey, and his mother was astride him, riding his cock, his white ass-cheeks pumping madly up and down above her son's throbbing organ. The mesmerized man saw the glistening sheen of the youth's hard cock as it raced into his mother's tight cunt again.
So now the circle was complete. Morey had fucked Beth, then he had fucked Beth. Then he had fucked Morey's mother, and now Morey was fucking his own mother.
"Exciting, huh?" Beth asked, as her hand unzipped her father's fly and she pulled his penis out, massaging it and making it stiff. Then her hands were taking off his pants, and then removing the rest of his clothing as she said to him, "Go on and join them, Dad. After all, I joined in when you were fucking her."
He stared at her winking ass-hole, and he licked his lips. Why not! He had fucked his daughter in the ass. Why not skewer this one's rectum while she was bouncing on her son's cock. No wonder she didn't want him coming in. She had to save some pussy for that kid of hers. Well in a way it was his own fault. After all, he had made the kid promise not to screw Beth and then he had gone ahead and fucked the girl.
"Do you love her, daddy?" Beth asked.
"Yes," he murmured, lust still mounting in him.
"D'you think you can accept sharing both me and her with Morey?"
"I don't think it can be any other way," the man replied.
"Well then, go ahead and let her know you're willing to accept it. Go on and fuck her while Morey's fucking her."
She knelt before her father and sucked the long length of his throbbing cock into her mouth, wetting it heavily with her saliva. When she took her girlish lips away, his cock seemed to fairly bubble.
"Now you're all lubricated," she told her father. "Go ahead and really give it to her."
As if he were walking in a dream, Martin stepped through the doorway into the bedroom. He silently strode across the carpeted floor his stiffly distended organ gripped tightly in his right hand.
"You sweet depraved person," he said hoarsely as he climbed onto the bed. "You're as sick as I am, copulating with your own son while I've been fucking my daughter. We belong together, the four of us, and I'm going to cement our relationship here and now."
He seized her wildly churning buttocks and made them remain still. His thumbs tugged apart the moons of her ass, revealing the twinkling star of her anus.
May gasped with thrilled delight at the way the man was accepting all this. Her body remained loose and ready, her cunt halfway down on her son's throbbing cock. Then she was riding down the length of it, feeling it bury itself in her simmering center.
"Now it's my turn," the man said, and without another word, probed with his finger into the center of her lovely ass-hole. She yelped in pain, not quite prepared for the finger.
Little by little her rectum relaxed, and Martin began moving his finger around and around, widening her ass-hole. Soon now, he would be burying his cock in there.
Morey Carson stared at the man's rigid cock, realizing how well his mother had planned everything. Soon now, she would be experiencing the ultimate in sex thrills.
He lay there quietly, determined to let Martin handle this. Ultimately everyone would be happier that way. Besides, he had to admit he kind of liked the idea of a cock in his mother's ass as he was fucking her cunt. It would make her even tighter, inside.
Martin was once again in complete control of the situation. He had this woman at his mercy, and he'd be able to fuck that ass-hole of hers any which way he wanted. Suddenly he withdrew his finger from her tight sphincter and guided his saliva-coated cockhead toward the panting blonde's quivering puckered nether tunnel. A thick drop of seminal oil seeped from the head of his cock and coated it. Another drop came out and he used his finger to rub it against the woman's ass-hole. Then, with a deep animal groan, the man probed forward with his hips, shoving the iron-stiff staff against the woman's narrow little rectal opening.
May felt pain, but it was a wonderful pain. She gasped as the bulbously swollen tip pushed relentlessly between her wide-splayed ass-cheeks, the force of Martin's solid thrust sending her even further down on the shuddering staff already wedged in the tightness of her succulently imprisoning cunt. Now all the wonderful, inexplicable thrills began invading her, for though she had never been ass-fucked before, she knew she loved what she was feeling. The muscles in her anus slowly relaxed, and her lover's huge penis slipped ever deeper into the narrow tightness of her squeezing, restricting ass-hole.
"Uuuuunnnngggghhhh aaaannnngggghhhh ... oooonnnngggghhhh ... . yesssss ... that'sssss ittttt. . . " she gasped incoherently, thrilling to the pressure of the shoving penis as it buried itself deeper and deeper. She loved it! She loved it! Two enormous cocks were filling her so wonderfully, so delightfully, so thoroughly.
Martin stared at the delightfully depraved sight of his lady friend's smooth white buttocks impaled so lasciviously on the solidly driving length of his own shaft, and he had to admit it was one of the most erotic sights he had ever seen in his life. Her tightly clenching anal walls, squeezing around his cock, made even tighter because of the cock in her cunt, sent lightning-like thrills blasting through him. Jesus! This was something.
Slowly and carefully he sank the cock all the way in, and then just as slowly he began withdrawing the penis. He was so filled with the need to fuck this ass, there was nothing in the world that would stop him. He had to shoot his boiling seminal fluid into the rectal depths of this lovely lady. At the same time he was aware he was giving her a load of pleasure, as well.
May gasped, thrilling to the wonderful pressure of the twin phalluses moving in and out of her. Instinctively, her body no longer tense, she allowed her rectal muscles to surround and caress the throbbing obtruder as it sank all the deeper in the tightness of her squeezing anal passage.
At the same time, her son's heatedly pulsating prick began wildly fucking in and out of her tightly narrow pussy, slamming in with solidly rhythmic strokes. She found that in no time at all the flames of desire within her had turned to forest fires of wonder as she shuddered to being sandwiched between the two men.
She had to admit she loved having the two cocks pounding in and out of her two orifices. In fact, at this point she wished she had a third cock so she'd be able to suck on it at the same time. The dually ravished woman felt no shame whatsoever, continually bouncing on her son's hard cock while her lover's penis continued its constant invasion of her clutching ass-hole. Each stroke of the two cocks merely intensified her need for a double orgasm.
She loved it.
"Go on, Daddy, go on, Morey, both of you," Beth urged. "Go on and fuck her really well. When you're finished with her, the two of you are gonna have to go to work on me." Her lascivious words cut through all the grunts and groans of the writhing trio on the bed.
"Beth!" the young Morey called out.
The girl was standing near the head of the bed at the present time, and she was in the process of undressing, revealing her own tantalizing young body. Soon she was totally naked, and smiling at Morey, she inserted a finger into the hairless center of her pussy and began urgently pumping the finger in and out.
May was having the time of her life, loving every little bit of what she was feeling. Her enjoyment of the double debasement of her lush young body intensified as visions of how she must look to the younger girl filled her mind. Two cocks! Two thick, hot penises, both vibrantly masculine were pounding in and out of her cunt and ass-hole. Only a thin membrane separated them. This was the height of licentious abandonment and she was enjoying every last little bit of it.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she yelled at the two men. "Fuck my cunt. . . fuck my ass-hole ... fuck me all over ... oh God! Keep fucking me and don't ever stop!" she shrieked.
Beth, feeling herself left out of all this, climbed into the bed at the head and soon had her thighs straddling Morey's head with herself facing May. The older woman leaned forward and began nibbling on Beth's nipples, while Morey filled his mouth with her cuntflesh, sucking on her labia and biting at her clitoris, chewing her pink flesh until she was on fire with delight. Beth rubbed her pussy back and forth rapidly, slamming her belly up and down, feeling the sweet thrills of having a tongue slosh through her vagina while someone else's hands were massaging her nipples. At the same time she had an unobstructed view, over May's shoulder, of her father's cock going in and out of May's tightly narrow rectum. Remembering how good she had felt when her father fucked her in the ass only made her that much more aroused.
It was all too much for Beth, and she gasped, "EEEEYYYYIIII! YYYYAAAAGGGGHHHH ... HHHHEEEEAAAAGGGGHHHH ... UUNNNGGHHH..." and she came wildly, gushes of sticky oils splashing all over Morey's handsome face as she rubbed the sticky fluid all over him with her hot labia, pressing them into his cheeks and his mouth.
Her uninhibited orgasm was all that was needed to set off her father, and he unleashed what newly manufactured sperm he had into the tightness of May's ass as he gasped out his climax. Squirt after squirt of the heavy fluid went shooting into May's rectum, and his orgasm seemed to go on forever. The scalding semen flooded her narrow back passage, running out around his deflating cock, oozing down in glistening rivulets between the lovely woman's white thighs.
The orgasm was all that was needed to set May off. A dual climax charged through her, and she yelled, "HHHHAAAAIIIl! AAAANNNNGGGG! AYYYYAAAAGGGGHHHH!! " as twin orgasms blossomed in her body for the first time-a vaginal one and an anal one. As a result, Morey began shooting his load into his mother's cunt, his screams muffled because Beth's cunt had his mouth covered.
Afterward, the four of them fell asleep right there.
The wedding took place the following Sunday. It was a small affair, with some few friends to witness everything, and a minister. It took place in Martin's house. May had already moved her things in, as had Morey. There were three bedrooms in the house, and so Morey did have his own private bedroom, though it was well known he would have little use for it.
July was coming, and with July would be the hot weather. One thing about the Conebar house that Morey liked was the fact that it had central air-conditioning. His mother's house only had two air conditioners, one in each of the bedrooms where they had slept.
Martin had offered to bring the kids along on the honeymoon. But Beth wisely reminded him that a honeymoon wasn't all sex. It was a time for two people to get to know one another in all ways. Even if she and Morey weren't there to join in the sexual fun for those two weeks, Beth was sure her father and May were inventive enough to enjoy themselves without the need for their kids. Besides, when they got back, the kids would be ready and waiting for them.
Martin was astonished at how easily he was able to accept the fact that May's son had not only been boffing his mother, but his own daughter. He knew now, there would be no way of keeping the boy out of anyone's pants, and most certainly not out of Beth's panties, especially since Beth really wanted the youth's hard cock.
Martin gave Morey the keys to his Mark VI and the boy drove him and the mother to the airport. Beth was with him, and they saw their parents off. Then the two kids returned to the car and Morey slid behind the wheel and drove them back to the house.
Once inside, the two kids cleaned up the small remains of the after-wedding party. Then Morey looked at Beth and said, "Y'know, a honeymoon is a great idea. As you said, it's a time when two people kinda get to know each other. What say you and I have our own honeymoon right here, for the next two weeks."
"Now how did you know what was on my mind?" Beth asked, as she slowly began undoing her party dress.
"I guess it's because we're soulmates," Morey told her. "I mean, I know what you're thinking ahead of time, just like you seem to know what I'm thinking . "
"Yes," Beth nodded, as they walked back to the bedroom. "Soul mating is very important. I'm glad you and I share such a feeling in common. But the time has come for us to forget about the soul for a little while and think about our bodies."
"Honey, I'm with you," Morey smiled, shedding the last of his clothing and revealing once again his long, hard cock, a cock that seemed a little longer and thicker than the last time.
Yes, Beth decided, it would definitely be as long and as thick as her daddy's cock, and she fell to her knees and swallowed the entire length down her throat.
