Rita is a blonde haired, large breasted woman in her early twenties.
"Left at home just one too many times by her salesman husband, Rita finds fulfillment with Mike, the teenage neighbor who mows her lawn. This first exciting taste of lustful teen-sex leaves her desiring more and more and more! Her horny ways bring her to Cher, a fourteen year old nymphet from down the block who teaches her the ways of Lesbos! In the end, even her husband is drawn into the vortex of illicit, thrilling, young sex!"
CHAPTER 1
Rita was interrupted from doing her nails by the ringing of the phone. Temporarily putting aside the bottle of Flamingo Pink she picked up the receiver and cradled it under her neck.
"Hello."
"Hello Rita? This is Marge."
"Oh hi Marge," said Rita as she began to finish doing her nails while talking, "what's going on?"
"Not much," answered the voice on the other side of the phone, "Herbie is at work and I got a couple of pies in the oven. How about you?"
Rita sighed audibly into the phone. "Shit Marge, it's just awful. Ben is gone again."
"You mean he walked out on you?"
"Hell no, he wouldn't do that. It's his job, he's a pollution inspector for the State and they're always sending him to these little out of the way places to check out the smog. He'll be gone for three days this time, and I'm all alone."
"Gee Rita, that's awful. You should get a lover, then you wouldn't even think about it."
Rita was a little startled by the suggestion, even if it did come from her best friend Marge. "But I love Ben," said Rita, "and I wouldn't want anything to come between us."
"Of course not," soothed Marge, "you should find a lover that is no competition, but one that will get you off when Ben is gone. It will probably help your marriage if anything. Just look at you now, you're just one big heap of resentment toward him. I tell you, a lover will do you good!"
Rita was taken aback so much that she found she was painting the whole end of her finger Flamingo Pink. "Do you have a lover?" she asked Marge.
"Sure I do. Do you think I could have gotten along with Herbie this long if I didn't. I mean he is a real nice person and all that. I mean a good provider. But, well, it just isn't exciting any more, and I need excitement in my life. We all do. And living out here in the suburbs, where else are you going to get it?"
"Boy, I never thought that you would have a lover!" said Rita incredulously, "and you're right about it not being exciting any more. We've been married only two years and already, well ... it's just not the same as when we first did it in Ben's old Chevy."
"Take my advice, Rita, find yourself a lover before you go crazy and really ruin your marriage. Just make sure that the one you choose won't be a problem."
"Well, I'll give it some thought," said Rita in a small, uncertain voice.
"You do that," said Marge, "but I gotta go. My pies are beginning to burn. Talk to you later."
"Bye-bye," said Rita as she hung the phone back up in its hook.
The conversation had made Rita feel somehow funny inside. After a while she realized it was because, she had been thinking about taking a lover, but had never said it out loud, because she had thought that it was somehow very wrong, taboo! She didn't realize that even her best friend was having affairs. It made it all sound so respectable. And Marge said that it might even help her marriage with Ben, which after two years was already beginning to go a little stale.
Rita was startled out of her reveries by the sound of a lawnmower out in her front yard. "Ah that must be Mike," she said to herself. Mike was the boy next-door, once a week he did their lawn, for which they gave him a few dollars. She went to the bedroom window and looked down on the healthy, long haired boy from her second story vantage point. All of a sudden she became aware of her almost total nakedness.
Turning around, she could see herself in the full length mirror that was attached to the opposite wall. There she was, blond, tall and lanky; nude save for a very skimpy pair of white lace panties that cupped her pussy in front, and tried to cup her large ass in the rear.
"You're sure a good looker!" she said to her image.
"Just look at those tits!" she said, holding the full weight of her two jugs in her hands. They were white and powdery. Her nipples were thick and a deep pink in color.
"And what a waist! And what nice hips!" she said digging her thumbs into the elastic band of her panties, pulling it out a little, and then letting it snap against her tender skin.
"You don't look 22 years old at all!" she said out loud, "why you still look like a teenager!"
"Why I look good enough to even go out with ... well, go out with Mike!" Rita's mind turned into a swimming sea of erotic visions when she thought that thought. Go out with Mike! The boy next door, the captain of the high school football team!
Once more she went to the window to look down on him. She walked the lawn mower back and forth across the green lawn she could see his powerful muscles ripple under his tee-shirt. She could see his strong, masculine thighs pumping away under his cutoff dungarees.
"I bet he has one hell of a cock!" she found herself thinking.
"And he would be just perfect too! Like Marge said, I shouldn't pick any one who can screw with my marriage, and how could a high school boy do that!"
Quickly her mind raced, it was like old times, trying to set the sexual traps so as to "catch" the man. After only a slight amount of thought, she knew exactly what to wear, what would appeal most to a horny, teen-age boy!
Leaving on her panties, which had grown quite damp from all the thinking she had been doing about the boy's prick, she added a garter belt, which dug in deeply into her tender flesh and a pair of black stockings. She stuffed her boobs into a white lace bra that was two sizes too small. Over it all she pulled on a diaphaneous robe of light pink.
Once again she stood before the mirror. But this time, instead of seeing merely a naked, good looking housewife, she saw a sexy, hot woman, ready to be screwed, ready to be rammed with a good stiff cock!
Rita went down to the kitchen. She knew that her pussy was just pouring forth creams and lotions. So much so, she could smell it wafting up to her nostrils. She hadn't been this excited in over a year, and she hadn't even gotten the boy in her arms yet!
The kitchen door opened out on to the back lawn, which is where the boy was now. Rita turned on the radio to a country-western station and got some milk from the refrigerator and put it on the table. She didn't want him to get scared away too fast!
With everything prepared, she went nervously to the backdoor. In her head she still wasn't totally convinced that this was a good idea. She was, after all, seducing a boy! "I wonder if I can be arrested for rape?" she thought to herself, "Oh well, if I remember what high school boys are like, I think the only thing he'll worry about is how much snatch he can get!"
She opened the door and called loudly out into the back yard so that she could be heard over the scream of the mower.
"Mike! Mike!" she called. When at last he looked up from his hot work with his sweating, but handsome face, she said, "Would you like a glass of milk?"
Mike stood there dumb founded. There was his neighbor, Mrs. Smithfield, standing in her undies, calling him inside. At first he thought that maybe she just forgot what she was wearing, or not wearing. But he was a smart kid, and knew something of the ways of women. He knew that her husband was away and that she was probably as horny as a bitch in heat! "No," he said to himself, "this lady wants me to fuck her, and I'm going to let her! Hell, I'd rather plow her furrow than mow her lawn any day!" He turned off the mower and started walking towards her.
"Sure, I'd like some milk, Mrs. Smithfield. This work sure makes me hot!"
"Well come right inside Mike, I'll pour you a big glass. Maybe you'd like some cookies as well!"
"Cookies," repeated Mike without thinking for he was staring at Rita in a way that he had never done before. Oh sure, he had always known that she was pretty, he even bad a few fantasies about her while masturbating. But dressed up the way she was right now, he realized that she was really something special.
Rita watched the boy watching her. It made her feel good to be stared at like that, it was like being stalked by a wild animal. She could see that his cock was growing hard and big by the bulge it was causing in his shorts. Soon it would burst through the material, she thought.
She poured out a big glass of milk, but her mind was not on the glass at all, it was on the ever expanding pecker in Mike's shorts. She spilled the milk all over the table.
But Mike didn't notice that either, for his eyes were glued to the tight little panties the woman was wearing. He was sure that he could see some of her blonde pubic hair creeping up over the top of the elastic band. And anyway, the crotch piece was so tight that it was biting into the lips of her cunt. "Why waste any more time?" he said to himself, "if she wants it, she wants it!"
He stepped over to her and with one hand grabbed the sponge that was in her hand, while at the same moment, with his other hand he grabbed her twat and held on tight.
"Here, let me help you with that," he calmly said, as his middle finger began to explore the slit right through the thin, wet panty material.
"Oh, yes," Mrs. Smithfield moaned, "please help me with that!"
"Why don't I help you with it in a little more comfortable surroundings? How about on the couch in your living room?"
"Yes, that will be fine," she said, not really aware any more of anything but the hand that was lightly massaging her cunt.
He removed his hand from her sex-organ as they walked into the living room, but his eyes remained totally glued to her lithe, swaying body. He really liked it when woman wore alluring underwear. One thing about the girls he went out with was that more often than not, they didn't wear any underwear at all! It was the new natural style. But as far as he was concerned, he would rather have a lacy bra he could bite into, as a bare tit. At least to start off with!
Instead of lying down on the couch Rita lay down on the thick pile carpet of the floor. "How would you like me?" she asked, "I assume you have a preference?"
Mike straddled her wiggling form and look down on her. She was at his command, he could see that! He could satisfy himself in any way he wanted on this married woman!
"I think I would like to rip the clothes off of you," he said.
"Mmmm, I'd like that too! And don't worry about ruining this stuff, I never wear it anyway. I bought it for my honeymoon, but after that, well, Ben just wants to fuck quickly and get it over with."
"Maybe I better take off my shorts first," said Mike, feeling the pressure building up until it was uncomfortable.
"Oh let me!" she excitedly said and got to her knees. On her knees, her red, thick lips came just up to his crotch.
With deft fingers she undid the top button of the shorts and pulled down his zipper. The shorts fell to his feet and his cock popped out with a start and hit her in the cheek.
"It's beautiful!" she exclaimed as she gathered it up in her hand and stroked its long sleek length. "Why don't I clean it up a little for you. It must be sweaty after all that work you did out in the yard!"
Without waiting to hear his answer she stuck the ramrod in her damp mouth, and brought the stiff thing all the way in until it bumped against the back of her mouth. She could taste its slightly tangy flavor.
She let it out again until only the red bulbous tip remained between her lips. With little bites of her perfect teeth, she further excited the thing, causing blood to rush into the tool. The cock throbbed with a red surging!
"Oh that feels so good!" the young boy said as she lightly chewed on his adolescent tool. "Did anybody ever tell you what a soft mouth you have?"
Rita smiled to herself. In fact, no one ever did! She had only sucked, or fucked one man in her whole life, and that was Ben, and Ben would never say anything like that.
Still kneeling in front of the standing boy, she moved her hands around to his firm butt, so that one hand held each of his cheeks. By applying the right pressure on his bum, she was able to get him to pump his slim hips at just the right tempo.
As his hips rammed his cock in and out of her mouth, her head bobbed up and down his pole like a merry-go-round horse. But in her oral cavity, her tongue was moving double time, fluttering up and down the penis-skin of the boy!
"Shit," he said, "you older women can give blow jobs three times better than any of the highschool girls!"
Mike's hands rested atop her bouncing head, and tangled themselves in her long blonde hair. They still smelled vaguely like grass. To know that dirty, working hand were holding her pretty, cute head turned her on even more. She knew that her pussy was like a swampy morass by this time, but Mike didn't seem to want to terminate his suck job and get on to anything else.
"Suck my balls!" Mike ordered the kneeling woman, "Put them in that mouth of yours and suck them!"
Rita did what she was told. Out of her tingling mouth came the glistening, extremely hard cock. She grabbed hold of it with one of her hands and held it off to the side, while she dipped under the boys crotch and gobbled up his testicles as if she was bobbing for apples!
"Ah that's right!" he said with a sigh as she got them into her warm, damp mouth. She felt a little like a chipmunk as she churned his nuts around, against the inside of her cheeks. With her hand she grabbed on to the arrow head at the tip of his prick and rubbed the little line, that sliced the bulb on the underside of the prick.
He had a very hairy crotch, with big tufts of dark, curly hair that covered the whole root of his big hunk of burning meat. It was so hairy that even the bag his balls were in, was covered with a thin layer of hair. When Rita moved her hand onto the boy's asscrack, she found that that too was coated with an abundant layer of fur. So much for such a young, nubile boy!
"Faster! Faster!" he screamed as he continued to respond to the sucking of his nuts. Rita's hand was sliding up and down his long shaft lubricated by some droplets of sperm which had drooled out of his pisshole. At last she let the balls fall from her lips.
"Listen," she said slightly out of breath from all the sucking, "if you want me to blow you, then you have to at least give me the pleasure of drinking your come! And you also have to promise to get me off later!"
"Sure Mrs. Smithfield," said the boy. He was not used to being directed around by woman, but after all, he thought, she was not just another one of his teenage lays, she was an older woman. She was, in fact pretty good friends with his mother.
"Well, do you promise? If I drink your come, will you get me off later?"
"I promise!" he said, "but just hurry up about it, my cock feels like it is going to explode any minute!"
"Well I hope you have a lot of cream in there! I really love to eat it. They say it keeps your skin looking young. And this is young boy sperm, it'll probably work twice as good!"
"You have nice skin as it is, you know," Mike said as he looked down at the woman who was putting his bursting cock back into her yielding mouth.
His cock looked so big next to her dainty face! And it surprised him how much of it she could stuff into her mouth.
From his vantage point he could look right down and see the top of her tits, which were being held straight out by her push-up bra. He could see how they jiggled when she moved and he swore he could see the pink areola that surrounded each of her nipples.
He could also see her broad back under the near-sheer peignoir that she was wearing. The back of her bra was the only thing that marred that lovely white surface.
Lower down, he could see the back of her panties which were not doing a very good job in covering up her crack, but then again, her buttocks were so lush and supple, any pair of panties would have a hard time keeping them hid.
"Oh Christ!" said the boy as Rita let the cock slide in and out of her mouth, letting the boy feel the slippery, rubbery walls of her oral orifice. The plunger of his cock was forcing her saliva to spill out and dribble down her cheeks and chin. She was making little gurgling noises as the cock was thrust deep into her throat.
Still her head went faster and faster until she felt the boy's ass begin to tighten up with sexual anticipation. She knew that soon he would spew forth his white froth and that her mouth would be there to catch it all and drink it all down.
Instead of speeding up her sucking, she slowed down and opened her mouth so that it just barely touched the ultra-sensitive surface of Mike's dick.
It drove him bezerk to feel the warm breath of the horny woman and just barely able to feel her puckered, soft lips!
"Oh don't do that!" he shouted as if he was in the midst of great pain rather than ecstatic joy. "Suck me hard, please, don't make me suffer like this Mrs. Smithfield!"
She grabbed up his balls in her hand and kneaded them around as if they were two marbles and she was a neurotic ship's captain. Her teeth came down hard on his manhood and scraped up and down its length as if to strip it of its skin. She drove her tongue into the pisshole of the cock as if her tongue was a living cork trying to keep the lid on his sperm!
"I'm going to come! God I'm going to come!" screamed the highschool boy who just a few minutes ago had nothing on his mind other than finishing mowing the lawn. Now he was fucking his neighbor in the mouth with long penetrating thrusts of his proud weapon. He knew he would not be able to hold out much longer when he felt his inner muscles tighten like a knot around his pelvis.
Once more he grabbed the woman's blonde head of hair in his strong hand and pulled her on to his crotch. He buried her face in the sweaty V of his legs, knowing that that was stuffing his prick even further into her already over-packed mouth. But he didn't care! He was already past the point of thinking!
"IIIIIEEEEE!" he screamed as the first spasms shot through his body like electric eels. Out the tip of his penis flew a wad of boiling hot sperm that splattered against the open-mouthed woman's face. She grabbed the root of his cock in her hands and pointed the iron-hard organ directly at her mouth like a hose. With her eyes opened, she could see the ejaculations steaming from the boy's stiff cock and going shooting into her waiting throat!
"Come, come in me!" she murmured, as the come kept right on coming, long wad after long wad. It had a wonderful musky odor and tangy, salty flavor. She swallowed as much as she could and let the rest stream from the corners of her mouth. What a feast!
One, Two, Three, Four major spurts shot out the small hole at the tip of his pecker. Rita put the stick back in her mouth as the minor, less powerful explosions flowed. She sucked the stuff out as if she was a baby sucking on a bottle.
Mike was literally shaking. His whole body was a mass 'of quivering, and when she started to suck his dick, and milk out the last of his creamy fluids, he just couldn't take it.
With a shout of helplessness he tumbled forward onto the still sucking woman. She was a woman possessed and didn't stop her activity even as she fell onto her back with his pelvis smashing into her greasy wet face.
At last his orgasm was over and he rolled off of her. Sitting up to catch his breath he looked over at the woman who just drank down his stuff. She didn't look so old to him any more, not with all that sperm running down her face and her cheeks red and flushed from arousal.
"How was I?" Rita asked, "Did I do it good?"
"Are you kidding? You were fantastic. I never had such a good suck job. You must have had a lot, of practice."
"I was worried that I wasn't very good," said Rita with relief. "The only person I ever sucked off is Mr. Smithfield, and he never tells me if I am good or bad. I've been real worried, but I didn't know who to ask to see if I was doing it all right." Mike was a little surprised at her insecurity.
"Jesus, Mrs. Smithfield, you have nothing to worry about at all. You're one of the hottest numbers I know, and I've been with quite a few. Never one that was married before though."
"Mostly teenagers?" asked Rita.
"Yeah, mostly girls from high school. But sometimes I go downtown and pick up one from one of the downtown highschools. Those chicks are a lot more heavy duty."
"Mike," said Rita with a serious voice that made him straighten up a little, "you're the first person I've ever fucked beside my husband, and I really love him, I don't want anything to come between us, but ... "
"But," continued Mike, "he goes away on trips and you're left alone and horny. I know all about it. It is quite common, I read all these adult books and they talk about it all the time. Listen, don't worry, if that was what you were leading up to. I won't tell anybody ... unless you want me to."
"Why would I want you to?" asked Rita a little confused.
"Pretty soon you'll get tired of just me and you'll want three ways and four ways and maybe you'll get interested in fucking women. Who knows? There's lots of different kinds of fucking out there."
Rita thought about this for a minute, but thinking about being fucked by two boys was making her just hornier.
"I thought you were going to take care of me once you were finished?" she pouted.
"I did at that, didn't I. Well didn't you say you wanted the clothes ripped off of you? That's something everyone should experience once in their lives, with someone they can trust, that is."
And without even waiting for her reply he hooked his hand over the top of her flimsy nightgown and gave a hard tug. It ripped right down the middle exposing her fleshy torso in the raw. Now all that lay between the eager boy and her vulnerable flesh was her thin bra and panties.
"What nice tits you have!" said Mike as he placed his hands directly on top of the mounds. He could feel their resiliency even through the lacy protection of her bra. Actually her bra was so thin and transparent he could see her nipples, crushed under the material.
"Hold on!" he said as he pulled her bra down. It didn't break or tear as the peignoir did, but the tits fell out of the cups and the cups folded up underneath her bosom. She looked like she was wearing a bra with the cups cut away.
"Mmmm pretty," he said as he lowered his head to kiss each of the nipples. They were very turned on and were standing up erect. His teeth nibbled at them and found them to be hard and chewy like a good piece of candy.
She squirmed under the warmth of his mouth, and could feel the light, bristly beard as it scratched at the white, pristine flesh of her breast.
"Lick them Mike, lick them good! My husband never licks them, he says only babies suck tit! But I know better!"
Mike clamped one of his hands around the bottom of the woman's left gland and squeezed so that the nipple stood straight up into the air like a giant pimple.
He carefully placed his lips around the red knob and formed a vacuum seal. Drawing in a deep breath he started to suck, and he sucked hard and without mercy.
"That's it, oh Mike does that ever feel great!"
He knew that she was telling the truth because her whole body was gyrating around under him like some sort of broken top. The harder he sucked the faster her hips spun around. Her arms were wrapped around his shoulders pulling his face into the flaccid flesh of her tit, making it hard for him to breathe. But he continued to suck, to grind her nipple between his lips and teeth, continue to flick the very apex of that nub with the tip of his flying tongue!
But the bra, which was like a taut rope under her breasts began to get in his way. He reached behind the woman's back, and with a practiced motion, unclasped the white piece of lingerie. It snapped around showing what kind of tension it was under. He drew it off of her.
"Boy that must have hurt!" he said, "look at the marks that thing left!" He stared at the deep red marks the bra's straps left all over her upper torso.
"Yes, what we women go through for you men!"
"I better take off the rest of your stuff, then. I don't see how you can enjoy all this lovemaking if you're suffering from all this elastic digging into you."
"Please take it off," she simply said. She couldn't wait until he touched her pussy and found the sopping wet mass that it had become. She was enjoying having this teenager force himself on her.
"I've never undone one of these things before," he said trying to undo the clasp of her garter belt. "Not too many of the girls wear them. Mostly they wear pantyhose, with nothing underneath."
"I'll get it for you," she said. She unhooked it, but let him roll it off her stomach. It too left deep red lines all around her otherwise smooth stomach.
"I can get the stockings," he said. He unhooked the garter clasps and rolled the silky things down her long, strong legs. Over her rich and golden thighs, down her well turned calves and over her feet. At last all she had on was her panties.
He put his hand on the pubic mound of the woman, right through her briefs. "Shit, these things are soaking wet. What did you do, pee in them?"
"No, that's just my pussy cream!"
"No shit!" he said surprised. He had never felt panties that were that wet before, they were like a sponge. "I'm going to have to take them off just out of curiosity to see what you have underneath that could make these things that wet!"
He peeled down the tight, underpants. The crotch-piece stuck momentarily to her soaking twat.
Her cunt was only sparsely covered with hair, though that hair was bright yellow, like corn silk, and just as fine. He could clearly see her red slit, like a beautiful valley, under the light coating of pubes. In fact, her labia was already open as if it was asking him to come in. He put his finger on her asshole, which lay only an inch or two below her cunt, and then ran his finger up between her cunt lips. The finger sunk rapidly into the gashing groin of the woman as her inner pussy-flaps kissed the sinking finger.
"I just got to eat that cunt!"
"Be my guest. My vagina loves tongue!"
"Does your husband eat you out?"
"All the time. Now I'll get to find out how good he is!"
Mike scooted down between her legs, under pressure, worrying about his performance. Any lover likes to be better than the girl's husband!
She spread her glorious legs wide apart for him, so that her puffy cunt was right there before his eyes, exposed and open, smelling like a forest after a rain fall from all the essences which were streaming out from its inner-depths.
First he just let his tongue slide up and down the outside of the gorge, on the strong, pincer-like outer lips. Her pubic hair tickled his upper lips. She shook briefly as his slightly rough oral probe passed over her erect clit. Ah the clit! His tongue homed in on that super-sensitive organ of pleasure.
"Suck my little baby!" Rita moaned as Mike's mouth closed in over it while his ever-moving tongue circled it with vigor, like a human vibrator.
As his tongue moved faster and faster, round and round that small projection, she raised her hips up, arching her back, thrusting her pelvis into his face. Out of her deep, gooey slot, poured her womanly juices which were spread all over his face. But he kept his lips directly centered on that small cherry.
It sent waves of hysterical shimmerings through her tender, horny body. Her head spun around and around from the pressure the boy exerted on her snatch.
All of a sudden she felt a strange feeling that she never felt before. It was coming from the back of her. What was going on down there while he was eating her pussy clean?
"What are you doing?" she asked softly as she was breathing hard.
"You don't know? Why, I'm sticking my finger up your asshole!"
"But that's dirty!"
"Don't worry, trust me. You'll like it!"
She lay her head back down and tried to enjoy the new experience. Rita could feel the boy's digit probe around the exterior of her raisin-like hole. She knew that that hole was closed down like a clamp and that it would be a miracle if he ever got in. But he kept up the tonguing of her clit. It was a relaxing feeling, and besides, his finger kept scurrying up to her vaginal opening and retrieving more and more of her slippery oil which he was bringing down to her shit hole. Pretty soon, her rear entrance was as wet as her front one.
With a sudden pop, he poked his finger into her hole and rammed it in deep! It startled her and she felt a small earthquake jump through her body. Yet it didn't feel bad at all, it felt, well ... kind of sexy, to have something that deep in her, where no other human had ever been ... She felt like she was a virgin again, getting fucked for the first time. And when he started to wiggle that buried finger, it was all over. She screamed and writhed in utter abandon.
But she discovered something else too, his finger now pegged her to the spot. She couldn't wiggle away! And his tongue was doubling its speed, flipping her clit back and forth like a ping pong ball.
Her whole insides were boiling up, tightening up, getting ready to explode. And it was all accelerating, like a car going down a steep embankment without any brakes. Her heart was pounding away at the inside of her chest: the rushing blood set her whole body ablaze!
"AAAAGGGGHHHH!" she screamed as the first wave of orgasm crashed over her, her dam breaking. Her legs shot up and snapped closed on either side of the boy's head. His reaction to this living bondage was to bite down even harder on her clit. With his tongue he could actually feel that bud shimmer!
"Oh yes, yes, yes!" the lady screamed as the boy between her strong legs continued to munch away at her ripe cunt. "Don't stop! Please don't stop!"
Mike had no intention of stopping or even letting up. He buried his face deeper into her sopping muff, and licked, licked, licked. Gulp after gulp of twat juice he wolfed down his throat. It was a full meal, and a never ending one. The more cream he sucked out of her hole the more cream there seemed to be. Even considering how much of the bubbly froth was now in his stomach, there was that much more spread over his face, on her tummy and up and down the insides of her tanned thighs. Even the bed sheets were damp with the viscous stuff.
"I can't stop coming, Mike! Can't stop!" she managed to sigh. Climax after climax racked her body. Her limbs were flailing all over the rug like a crazy woman. Her boobs were splashing every which way across her heaving chest. Rita's head shook back and forth, throwing her hair around into a blonde halo above her.
And while Mike continued the sucking of the married woman's blonde cunt, his middle finger scratched at the inside of her tender asshole, feeling the elastic membranes in the interior of that tight orifice.
He could have continued all afternoon if he didn't have to finish mowing some more lawns. He needed the money for the date he was going on with one of his high school girl friends. Slowly he took his mouth away from the warm comfort of Rita's slimy pussy.
She just laid there, saying nothing, trying to bring her breathing under control. The area between her legs still tingled, still throbbed with sexual fulfillment.
"Thank you very much," she at last said, "that was really good!"
"I'm glad you liked it," Mike said as he wiped some of the cream off of his face with a Kleenex. "Was I better than your husband?"
"Holy shit yes!"
"Well that's a relief, I wasn't sure if I was a match for an older guy or not," said the boy.
"As far as your mouth goes Mike, you're tops. But we'll have to wait until tomorrow to see how you are as a fuckster." She reached over and took the boy's semi-hard tool in her hand and gave it a big squeeze. "You'll have to really know your stuff to beat Ben in that department. For one thing, his pecker is about twice the size of yours."
"I think you'll like what I do," said Mike with confidence. After all he had fucked nearly every girl in his high school that wasn't saving her hymen for some college guy she was hoping to marry.
"Then you will come over tomorrow? Ben won't get back until Monday, which gives us all of tomorrow to screw."
"Sure, I'll be here. Do you want me to bring over a friend?"
Rita thought for a minute. First she wanted to get a taste of the boy's prick alone, then maybe she would take on two of them. "Why don't you come over alone in the morning, and ask your friend to come over later in the afternoon."
"Sure that's fine by me. Where are my shorts?"
"Over there in the corner."
After a few minutes of dressing, and then a long passionate kiss, Mike left Rita alone in the house, so that he could finish up his mowing. Rita was left with a strange feeling in her stomach and a glow between her legs.
Lying naked on the bed she thought to herself: "Somehow, I think my life has been changed a great deal today, and it will never be the same again!" Then lightly stroking her fingers over her swampy slit, she added, "and it's changed for the better!"
CHAPTER 2
Rita woke up to a beam of sunlight pouring in through the window and landing directly on her face. She cursed herself for not remembering to close the curtains all the way before going to sleep.
She had slept well, and that was unusual when her husband was on one of his trips. During those periods, most often her nights were a long series of tossing and turnings and bad dreams.
"I wonder why I slept so good?" she asked herself. "It's probably that suck job Mike gave me the other day. But still, I would have thought I would be nervous and guilty feeling. Instead, I feel the best I have in weeks.
"And if not guilty, at least I would have thought I would be anxious and excited about seeing Mike again, and feeling his cock in me for the first time. I wonder what kind of friend he is asking to come over, I hope his friend has a bigger dick than Mike's."
And so her thoughts went as she got up from bed and made her toilet, fixed breakfast and cleaned up the house a little. After all, she was having company over!
"Wonder what Ben would think of me if he knew what was going on behind his back while he was out there inspecting belching smokestacks! He would blow his top! But what does he expect a woman to do? Hang around the house and be horny all day! He's probably still in bed with some floosy he picked up in a bar!"
As she worked through these problems in her head she slipped into a few sexy things. A tight pair of short-shorts and a skimpy halter top that showed a great deal of cleavage.
"He'll like me like this!" she said modeling herself in front of the mirror. "I look like one of the high school girls he dates!"
But now she was already to go and was drinking' down her third cup of coffee and still there was no sign of her young lover.
Rita began to wonder if he stayed the night with his date from the previous night and had forgotten all about her. Just as her lower lip was growing sore from the biting she was giving it, the door bell rang. She ran to it like a girl expecting her first date.
"Hi!" she said as she opened the door and saw Mike standing there in a tight pair of white pants and a shirt that was open down to the bottom of his chest. "Come on in. You want some coffee?"
Mike looked the woman over. He let his eyes peer for a long time at the triangular mound her short-shorts made over her pussy. He looked at her full tits that were hidden from his direct gaze only by the thin material of her halter top. Her nipples made little bumps in the cloth.
"The hell with the coffee!" he said, "I want you!" He laid his outstretched hand on that deltoid hill and squeezed it. Her legs went soft at the knees, her stomach turned to jelly. Out of her hole poured forth a new batch of creams that started to stain the pure white cloth of her hot pants.
"Well I want you too!" she smiled and pulled in close to him, throwing, her arms around his back. With swiftness his hand shot down the elastic band of her shorts and landed directly on top of her damp cunt. The shorts crushed his hand into her slit.
"You feel so good," she said putting her dainty hand on the bulge that was expanding on the front of his pants. She could feel his full hard manhood easily through the cloth.
"Mrs. Smithfield," the boy whispered, "hadn't we better get out of the doorway before we get it on. I'd hate for my mother to find out I was fucking the neighbor. Shit, she would take away my allowance and then what would I do."
"You're right Mike. I must have lost my head when I saw you in those tight pants!"
"Mutual," he said, "I got a hard on as soon as you opened the door and I saw those cute little shorts. You hardly look old at all. In fact you look damn good. In that top you're wearing, I can really see that your tits have class."
"Let's go up to the bedroom and talk about it," cooed the housewife to the boy.
"OK, by me," said Mike as he followed his new fuck up the stairs keeping his eyes on her swaying ass.
"How do you want to take me?" the woman asked as she stretched out her body on the bed.
"How about if we start out with a good old fashion front entry?" he answered. "I always like to get to know a girl that way before I start in on the real tricky stuff. It's sort of like a test run."
"Undress me," she softly said.
"My pleasure!"
He bent over the prone figure. Her chest was rising and falling unsteadily as the excitement of being de-clothed by someone who wasn't her husband began to effect her. She was being unfaithful, and even if it was helping her marriage, it still felt unsettling.
Reaching around her back he undid the ties to her top. Bringing them around her tits flowed out of the cloth cups. He tossed the halter off the bed and on to a chair.
"So pretty," he said as he smoothly ran his palms over the soft breast-flesh. It gave to his touch as if they were bags full of finely ground flour.
"And what lovely nipples!" His fingers tweaked her red tips until they stood on end. Pinching them he felt their firmness, their chewyness.
One of his fingers ran around the crease that was formed where the bottom of her tit met the top of her stomach. He flicked the round under-belly of her jugs with his finger nails. He could see her tit-skin ripple like the surface of a pond when a stone is thrown in.
"Suck them, please suck them for me," she moaned, being very turned on even by his light fondling of them.
Once more his head bent down to her mammary organs ready to consume them in cardinal lust. Sticking his tongue far out of his mouth, he touched the corona that ringed each of her upright nipples. Round and round he ringed the nub at the center of her tit, driving her wild with his teasing.
"Eat them! Eat them!" she at last shouted. "I can't stand to be so close to pleasure without having it!"
Mike placed one of his hands between her legs and shoved his cupped fingers up until he covered her crotch. He was nicely surprised to find that she had already soaked her short-shorts through.
Holding her in this position he said, "now I'm going to really such those apples of yours!"
He placed his lips around her big fat nipples and drew them in his mouth with a suction action. But he did not stop there, he continued to suck in until the whole top of the breast was in his warm mouth. And he continued sucking!
To Rita's amazement he got almost the entire left tit in his youthful mouth. She could feel his saliva coating her soft skin, and she knew that her nipple was a hard small pebble.
"Gosh that feels divine!" she exclaimed as Mike began to roll the large gland around in his expanded mouth. For him, it was a big delectable piece of gum which he was chomping away on. Chomp he did until Rita gave little squeals of delight that she could not keep in her throat.
"MMMmmmm" was all Mike could say as he licked, sucked and bit into the delicate breast-flesh of Mrs. Smithfield. To eat his neighbor's tit was always one of his fantasies ever since she and her husband moved in.
She did not know it, but he had often watched her undressing from a little peep-hole that he had drilled in the wall of the attic of his house. It looked right down on the bedroom window of the Smithfields. And they rarely closed that window, or drew its shades because they didn't think anybody could see in!
So Mike thought to himself how wonderful it is, after seeing Mrs. Smithfield's tits bobble as she took off her bra for two years, to finally suck on those beautiful, full breasts!
At last he let the tit pop out of his mouth. He saw it shudder slightly as its glistening surface hit the air once more in its naked state.
"Now fuck me Mike," she said, "don't even bother to lick me. I'm so god damn wet already I don't think there will be enough friction for you to get off with."
"Don't worry about me," the exuberant boy said, "I like a really soft and wet pussy. I like to drill my cock into that kind of yielding hole, if you know what I mean."
"Stop talking and drill!" she said with impatience.
"OK, OK!" said Mike as he tore the short-shorts off of her hips and slid them violently down her legs. She felt a twinge at her new nakedness and the way the boy was staring at her quivering quim.
Placing his hand on that magic organ, he slipped his finger in between her thick outer lips. Then, he opened the fine, flower petals of her inner lips and let his digit dip down into the soupy morass of her womb. Down, and further down the finger dived until he was up to his knuckles in the juicy cream.
Once in, he started to whip his finger back and forth, so that her vagina became like a small blender at high speed, beating her natural cunt-juice into a living froth!
"Oh Fuck me, Fuck me!" the woman moaned, with her body waving this way and that, trying to satisfy the itch which was developing deep in her hole. But she knew, only a good long cock would do the trick.
All of his clothes were still on, but it did not take him long to slip right out of them, to end up as naked as the woman he was about to pierce with his red-hot poker. And was it ever hard!
So stiff was his cock, that it bounced up against his taut belly like a drum stick on a drum. His red bulbous tip seemed to glow, the shaft glistened and throbbed. At the very peak of his pecker, out came a single drop of fluid. That jewel's purpose was to lubricate and oil the girl's entrance. But his finger, probing in her vaginal depths, told him, it would hardly be needed.
Supporting himself with his arms on either side of her chest, and with his legs between her spread-eagled thighs, he lowered his pelvis down on hers.
When his out stretched cock lightly grazed the blonde pubic hair of the woman, she let out a small, stifled scream. A boy's cock had touched that twat that she had saved for only her husband's use; two years of vivid fantasies all of a sudden became real! And she loved it.
"Jab it in! POKE ME!!" she hissed into his ear, "I want to feel you inside me!"
"Here I come," was his only warning as he let his pelvis crash against her broad, womanly hips. And with an ease that made it seem easy, as his hips came down, his cock found the door to her juicy box and slipped right in!
In a second she was full of his throbbing, drunk cock!
"It feels ... it feels better than anything I ever felt!" she truthfully said as he began to pump, very slowly, the rod in and out of her expansive hole. Every time his shaft would emerge from her channel, her lips would hold on to it; every time he thrust it back into her honey-pot, out the sides would squirt more of her cream. In and out he went, gradually building up speed and power.
"Oh Mike," she cried, "I had no idea that cocks could feel so different from each other! Yours doesn't feel anything like Ben's. And yours fits even better than his! What an awful thing to say about my husband."
"SSSshh," the teenager said, "my cock isn't really any better at all, it's just that it is more exciting to have an affair, than to just fuck your own husband night after night. You wait and see, the first time you fuck him again, it will feel like the first time you ever did!"
"I hope you're right, Mike, I hope you are. But that's what my friend Marge said too, so it is probably true!"
"It probably is, so now would you mind shutting up, so we can really get down into this fucking thing! I don't know about you, but my cock feels pretty damn good buried in your cunt!"
Mike could feel the convoluted folds of her outer tissues caressing the root of his mighty cock. He could also feel the small vibrations of her inner membranes, as his tool slipped by them. In and out, in and out, he went in the oldest rhythm in the world.
As his breathe became difficult and his body built up a layer of sweat, he could feel the woman under him begin to squirm and writhe in overwhelming ecstasy. He knew that soon, his cock would be necessary to her well being.
His mouth lay against her neck. He knew that he shouldn't bite it, that he shouldn't leave any marks for her husband to find, but he was sorely tempted to nibble at that fine taut flesh that existed where her shoulder met her swan-like neck. But, he restrained himself.
The hands of the boy, seemingly under their own will, had slipped under the warm ass of the woman. Using his fingers as claws he clutched at her firm buttocks, feeling up their feathery lightness. They were smooth and round and fit in his hand perfectly. Everything about her fit him perfectly.
And what's five years, he asked himself. She was only 22, and he was seventeen. So she was married? So what? What does marriage mean in this modern age.
Mike realized, much to his own chagrin, that he was falling madly in love with the woman who was rolling around in joy under his fertile hips.
He doubled the speed of his flying torso. "How do you like that?" he asked.
"It's fine," she whispered back, "it is all so fine. I like the way you grind the top of your pubes against my clitty. That really turns me on."
As soon as she said that he ground his hips against her clitty even harder. So hard that he was afraid that he might blister that ultra-sensitive bud. But she seemed to love it: her eyes were closed, her nose was flared, her lips parted and out of the corner of her mouth flowed a little rivulet of drool. "She is beautiful!" said Mike as he stared at her angelic face while he continued to bash his penis deep into her vagina. With an inward smile, he realized that the reason she looked so happy was because of the great deal of pleasure his cock was giving her!
Slowly as he watched her face it changed from the demure look of a contented cat into the frenzied look of a lioness in heat. He could feel her body begin to flutter underneath him. Harder he pounded his living nail into the crack between her legs!
"Oh Mike!" she screamed, "I'm going to come! I'm going to come with your cock deep inside me!"
"Come, come," he coaxed. There was no finer feeling in the world than to have a woman climaxing madly underneath one!
Her body went suddenly stiff. Up her legs shot and circled him so that he felt her feet against his strong ass. This position raised her ass up higher, and opened the cunt hole wider. It also opened her asshole up. This was one temptation he could not resist. He placed his thumb over the brown circle of her anus and gave a long sustained push. Into her interior his thick digit popped.
"OH GOD" she bellowed when she felt the way he was moving that thumb around in her rear orifice. But in that position, with two different projections up her two lower holes, all she could do was rock back and forth, which is what she did.
At last the furies were released deep inside her: Her muscles tightened to the breaking point: and then the explosion like an electric river pouring down her back bone.
"AAAAAAIIIIEEEEE!!" she screamed out while her body clamped down tight on the fucking boy. He felt like a cowboy riding a bucking bronco, but he had no choice but to hang on. Just to add a little excitement, he sealed his mouth over hers and rammed his tongue as far as it would go into her throat. That stiffled her screaming and nearly drove her crazy, for now there was something corking up everyone of her holes!
Rita could feel the living presence of the boy's penis up her cunt; she even swore to her self she could feel the thick tip, particularly when it crashed against the back wall of her womb. But radiating out of that piston and cylinder combination that was chugging away between her legs was a steady flow of orgasmic waves. At first they crashed over her in a series of orgasms. But the orgasms began to come closer and closer to each other till she couldn't tell where one began and the next ended. It was a steady, extended come that was tearing her mind and body apart with pleasure. Deep searing pleasure!
No man can hold out long if the woman he is riding is coming like a son of a bitch straight for fifteen minutes. Mike was no exception: for one thing, the rich, powerful orgasms the woman was having was causing her cunt to vibrate in a major chord. And his genitals were shoved into that skittering quim. His balls were flapping against her shit-hole, and in that shit-hole was his thumb, feeling up the rubbery interior!
"Hold on Mrs. Smithfield, I'm going to come too!"
"Oh come, oh come!" she was able to get out, even though she was having a hard time sucking in enough air to sustain her powerful energy consuming climax. "I love it when we come together!"
"Here I Come!" Once, Twice, Three times he rammed his cock into the yielding slot of the woman's cunt from the time he felt the come in his balls begin to boil over till the time it first shot out the tip of his penis.
When it finally came, his cock was all the way in, so that the wad of hot manly honey went splattering like boiling grease against her cervix, the back wall of her pussy.
He drew out his cock until only the bulb was still positioned between her pussy lips and let fly another wad of dog-water. This second wad was even greater than his first.
Unable to control his spasms he crashed his hips down on the woman so hard that he was afraid he hurt her, but she simply moaned louder at the pleasure of the pain of it.
Then a third wad of cream came spewing out, and then a fourth and a fifth.
Even then he wasn't dry, but the stuff wasn't shooting out with the same velocity as before. It droooled into her quim until that receptacle started to over flow.
At last he lay still on top of the exhausted woman. He also was very tired and nearly fell asleep as his cock began to lose its hardness and shrivel up to peanut size still inside the hole of her pussy. He popped his thumb out of her aching asshole and rolled off of her.
"That was the best fuck I ever had in my life," Rita finally said.
"Bullshit," said Mike, "I know too! Every fuck I have always seems to be the best fuck. No fuck is as good in memory as the fuck that you can still feel tingling through your body!"
"Maybe you're right," admitted the woman, "but if it wasn't the best, it was at least in the top ten!"
"I won't argue with that. It was damn good for me too! You have quite a body and you sure know how to use it."
"Thanks," she simply said and laid back on the bed thinking thoughts to herself. Her hand moved down to her pussy and buried itself in her thick thatch.
"Shit!" she whispered with surprise, "I'm a holy mess down there! How much of this stuff is mine and how much is yours?"
"How do I know," answered Mike. I think I let go of quite a bit, but on the other hand I don't think I was ever in a wetter cunt."
"If you are having a friend come over I better get cleaned up a little. I smell like a whore!"
"But that's such a nice smell!" he said nuzzling his nose into her furry muff.
"That tickles!" Rita said but she didn't try to pull him off. He spent a little time cleaning off some of the various lotions and creams that were glistening on her blond pubes.
"Well I can't get all of it off, maybe you better take a bath, and me too for that matter!"
"Good, we can take one together. I'll go turn on the water."
So saying Rita Smithfield got up out of the bed and walked to the bathroom which was just off the main bedroom. Mike watched her naked figure retreat into that other room. He could see the little streaks of come as they rolled down the inner surface of her thighs.
"Gosh!" he said to himself, "did I ever luck out on this one! I wonder how often I will get to fuck her? And she just lives next door too!"
He heard the sound of the water pouring into the tub and the sound of Mrs. Smithfield's bare feet pattering around the place.
"She's probably looking for an extra towel," he said to himself.
Nearly asleep, he was startled when she called to him.
"Water's ready!"
Looking up he saw her lovely form standing stark naked in the doorway. Her stupendous tits with their red knobs, her lightly covered pussy, her long legs, her head of blond hair which hung on to her shoulders.
"Mmmmm," he said looking at her form, "I'm ready too!"
"Follow me!"
Mike got up off the bed and walked into the bathroom. He was not expecting what he saw.
"How do you like it? Ben put it in for us when he first moved here. Sort of as an expression of love. But we hardly ever use it, I mean together!"
What her husband had built for them was a large, double or maybe triple sized bath tub. Not only that, but instead of being made of enamel, this tub was made out of wood so that it looked like a giant barrel on the outside.
In the tub sat Mrs. Smithfield up to her neck in thick pink bubbly suds. Her cute face, with her big blue eyes was all that could be seen of her. The rest of her lovely, sexy body, lay waiting under the surface of the water.
"Whoopeee!" shouted the boy when he saw the setup in the bathroom. "That sure is the fanciest bath tub I ever ever seen!"
"They're called hot tubs, and they're just perfect for screwing, that is if you can get it up again so soon."
"Just look at this!" he said proudly. He stood before her and closed his eyes. With a great deal of concentration he furrowed his brow and placed his hands on his hips. Rita watched his cock. Slowly, ever so slowly, the net of blood vessels in it began to fill up. And as they did, the cock slowly came back to life, growing larger and larger and sticking further and further straight out.
At last it was completely hard and pointing right at her. She would have liked to put it in her mouth but she could not reach it from where she sat.
"That's real good," she said, "where did you learn to do that, in school?"
"Very funny," he said without humor.
"What were you thinking about when you closed your eyes?" she asked, this time without sarcasm.
"I was thinking about you getting fucked in the ass, in the cunt and in the mouth by three good fucksters like me while two high-school girls sucked at your tits!"
"Boy, you don't fool around when you're dreaming!"
"I never fool around," he said seriously.
"Oooo, I didn't know," said the woman in the tub with mock submission. "Well, you better hurry and get into the water before you end up fucking a prunie, water-logged lady!"
"I was just about to," he said as he dived head first into the water.
"Wow, this is greater than I even thought! What's going on in here," the boy asked.
"Well, for one thing, the water is swirling around because this is a whirl pool bath. And I suppose you wonder what is in the water?"
"Yeah, it feels kinda of oily?"
"It's a love potion. It makes your whole body tingle and it makes it real slippery so that when you touch each other, well ... let me show you.
She slid her hand across his chest, down his stomach and on to his cock.
"Wow! Everything is super slippery! It's like I'm covered from head to toe with pussy-cream!"
"Now come into my arms you big greasy boy!"
"You sit on me," he ordered. She obeyed for it seemed like a good idea. He was sitting with his back against the side of the tub with his legs stretched straight out. Half crawling, half swimming she made her way over to him and sat on his legs facing him, her legs wrapped around his waist. Between their almost touching bellies was his upright cock. She could feel it throbbing between them.
"Why don't you jack off between my tits?" she asked.
"Now that's a good idea," he admitted, "I just hope I can do it without drowning!"
"That's easy," she told him, "just hang on to the side of the tub with your underarms and wrap your legs around my chest, just below my tits. That way your cock ends up right where it should, like a little baby wrapped between my two jugs. And neither of us drowns!"
"You sure know your stuff Mrs. Smithfield. It is a little hard to believe that you have never slept with anyone other than Mr. Smithfield."
"Sad and true," she said as she helped him into position. "See, your cock ends up right between my tits!"
"Wow, that's a nice feeling!" Using her hands to manipulate her two breasts she rubbed them against his stiff sensitive prick. Between the softness of her tit-flesh and the greasiness of her skin, he didn't think it would be long before his cock would become a towering inferno shooting his sperm up into her face.
She would move one of her tits clockwise while she moved the other one counter-clockwise, with his prick not knowing which way to go in the middle. It was a very delicious cock sandwich!
Faster and faster she rotated those milky glands with his hard stiff prick bouncing up and down in between. The bulbous top of his cock was rubbing directly against her breast bone, while the soft flesh of her jugs was rubbing against the two sides of the dick.
"This feels better than any cunt ever did!" he sighed as his hips started to move up and down in time with the movement of her tits. This motion caused waves to lap at the sides of the wooden tub.
"Your cock is nice and hard," she said as she felt it slide between her breasts, "it would be a shame to waste it. I mean from my point of view!"
"Golly Mrs. Smithfield, it was feeling so good I just forgot about your pleasure. Let's say we fuck underwater!"
"Which way do you want to do it. We can't exactly lie atop one another; whoever gets the bottom drowns!"
"I liked it when you were sitting on me, but this time, why don't you sit facing the other direction and I can come in from behind!"
"I think I'd like that. You can really get a good grip on my knockers in that position."
"Climb aboard!" he shouted like an airline pilot.
His legs fell off of her chest and Rita easily turned around in the water and sort of floated up on top of Mike's lap. Since the water gave her buoyancy, she was able to sit right on his cock and let the cock hold her up. Her two tits floated on the surface of the bubbly water like two little ducklings.
Mike held on to her shoulders and with a strong downward push he impaled her on his thick iron. But the water was so warm and soft itself, it was a little hard for him to tell the difference between the inside of her pussy and just the water. The confusion ended when she began to squeeze and release the inner muscles of her cunt in a steady rhythm.
"That feels real nice Mrs. Smithfield. Did that take you long to learn?"
"No. I read one of those books on how to please a man and it told me how to train my muscles in my cunt to act just like fingers handling the man's penis. I'm glad that you like it Mike."
"Of course I like it! You always seem so surprised that you're a wonderful lovemaker, and yet there it is: you're the best fuck I have ever had."
"That's very kind of you to say, but let's get on with the task at hand: me getting screwed!"
"I'm with you baby!"
Since she was so light in the water, Mike held on to her by the two flaccid knobs on the front of her chest. He would slowly pull her up, letting his prick slip part of the way out of her cunt, and then he would push her back down, forcing the tip of his penis to hit the bottom of her deep well. When she was all the way down, her ass lay right on his thighs, and her back rested against his strong chest. It was as if she was sitting in a living, breathing chair that was fucking the daylights out of her at the same time.
"This is great!" she moaned after being raised and lowered on his pole two dozen times.
"It sure is," agreed the boy, who was having fun playing with her luscious, heavily laden tits. The normally smooth things seemed even smoother now that they 'were covered with the tingly bath oil that Rita had poured into the hot water. It gave everything a languid feeling; even their fucking seemed very slow and lulling, though it was incredibly erotic.
"I'm going to come soon," said Rita as she continued to bob up and down in the water on the boy's thick stick.
"I bet you are!" said Mike who slipped one of his hands off of her great chest and placed it down in the lush jungle of thin pubic hair that grew just above her twat. Dividing his fingers into a "V" he slipped his hand down on to her cunt so that he could feel his shaft slide in and out of her hole. He could feel the way her outer cuntal lips followed the progress of his pecker as it slipped in and out of her slot.
"Oh Yes! Do my clit, do my clit. Please!"
"Sure Mrs. Smithfield, it would be my pleasure!" So while his cock continued to poke in and out of her hole he placed two of his accurate fingers right on her erect bud and stroked it as if it was a small penis. That was one of the pleasures in this position: Mike had complete access to the woman's upper vulva. It was a lovely sensation to have one's fingers toying around with the intricate folds of that part of the vagina, the labium minoria, while his cock crashed in and out of her pussy, sticking her right to her very soul!
"Oh Mike! Oh Mike!" sighed and moaned the woman who was losing her control, her "adult" cool as the boy frigged her royally. There was little for her to do but wriggle around like a fish that is caught on a hook that is deeply planted in its gill. She flopped this way and that, moaning and gurgling the whole time.
With all moral restraint now ripped off of her, sitting on the naked aroused lap of her neighbor's teenage boy, Rita felt the waves of pleasure begin to spin through her body like demons of red sizzling electricity. Her head was thrown back so that it rested on the boy's shoulder. Her mouth was open sucking in the moist air, her eyes were rolling around in her head.
Her hair, dripping wet from sweat and bubble water that had been splashed up during their throes of ecstasy, whipped back and forth, hitting Mike in the face and body. But the light pain that it caused seemed to spur him on to higher sexual delights.
And in the water, between their legs was a murky, maddening morass of tangled pubic hair, intermeshed genitalia, and creams and lotions. What a primordial scene! They both felt like ancient animals screwing in the shallow tepid waters of a pre-historic lake.
It came upon her like a blinding flash: it was almost a religious experience: it was a huge gigantic, overwhelming orgasm. Rita's body tightened against the strength of it, her hands clutched at the boy's legs and at the side of the tub. Anything to give her a little stability.
"AAAYYYIIIEEE!!" she screamed and then she screamed again and again. Her orgasm was a glissando of ascending emotions, each one greater than the last, each one driving her more and more into a frenzy.
Her body turned into a giant eel, beating away in the water in every direction. Mike tried to hold on to the vibrating woman, but it was anything but easy. The best hold he had on her was the cock which was still stuck up her lush cuntal-canal.
It seemed as if she was a spinning top, remaining balanced on the point of his prick. This feeling started to send seeds of glowing coals into his cock: that organ grew harder and harder until Mike was sure that it would explode, not just out the tip like a normal orgasm, but explode like a fire cracker; that is, in all directions at one time.
"Here I come too!" shouted Mike, happy to join the wild one in her pleasure. "Here I come too!"
He held on to her tits and drew her close to him. But he did not come just when he thought he was going to. His body just got tighter and tighter, the pain between his legs grew, the tissues in his pelvis seemed on the verge of either snapping or shattering the bone.
"SSSHHHIIITTT!" he bellowed in the echoey bathroom so that all the fixtures shook a little bit.
And out of his cock, in long sustained wads came his hot gism, it was even hotter than the surrounding water and she could feel it as it burned into her thigh and seared its way into her cunthole.
"Quite literally his cock became a fountain, shooting forth, instead of water, his creamy male-lotion, potent and thick.
His hips sped up, bouncing the girl around like a little doll or a small child. And every time she came zinging down on his hips again, he would let loose another wad of cream. It was like being on a mechanical fucking machine; Rita didn't believe how long he could keep it going while more and more of his stuff came pouring out of his cock and into her crack.
"Go, Go, GO!" screamed Rita supporting the marathon fucking of the boy. She was cracking his nuts and cracking them good! After she was through bouncing up and down she would be surprised if he would be able to get it up again any sooner than a week!
At last the boy's hips slowed down and finally stopped. Right up until the end Rita was coming with one great orgasm after the other. Now they both sat still in the ever swirling water of the hot tub, letting the whirlpooling water clean their bodies of the sweat and cream that had built up.
"What do we do for an encore?" questioned Rita.
"I think I'd like to hit the hay," replied the boy who was yawning quite a bit.
"Didn't you get any sleep last night?"
"Well, I got a little," said Mike, "but not much."
"She was tough on you, hunh."
"You could say that Mrs. Smithfield, you could say that. She is one of those fourteen year olds with adult bodies. They just got more energy than us older kids like me!"
"Fourteen!" said Rita incredulously, "isn't that a bit young?"
"Shit no! Maybe in the old days, but these are new times and why should someone be denied sex just because they're not twenty-one. After all, anyone's body is ready to screw by the time they are eight or nine! You just have to be careful and all that. But fourteen, people used to get married by fourteen!"
"Maybe you're right Mike, after all I am a prude. Or at least I was until yesterday. Fourteen. I bet she has real nice skin and a real tight little pussy!"
"She sure does! But she doesn't know how to use it as good as you can use your thing. It takes practice and a certain amount of know-how. I was sort of hoping, that, well ... that you would show her a few tricks."
"I don't even know her!"
"Not yet, but you will. She's coming over here this afternoon."
"What!? You mean that is who your friend is?"
"Sure! What did you think? That I was queer or something."
"No, of course not, I just didn't ... well I just didn't think about it. I thought you would bring over someone with a huge dick."
"If that's what you want, next time your husband is gone, I'll ask over my friend Tom. He has got the biggest and the best in the whole high school. He's a little dopey though."
"What's your girl friend's name?"
"Cher."
"Cher. Now that's a pretty name. Not like mine: Rita. And what's she like? I don't want to be surprised or anything. It's going to be weird enough with me a married lady messing around with a fourteen year old girl!"
"Let's see," reflected Mike as he wadded around the shallow tub, "she is about five foot two with long, dark hair. Very straight and it hangs to her waist. Very petite, with little breasts, with pointy nipples that are fun to chew on. And a real hairy cunt! Isn't that surprising! You'd think that a small girl like that would have a baby cunt ... well sort of like you've got, with hardly any hair on it at all. But she's got a real old fashioned, black tangle of a muff!"
"She sounds lovely!" said Rita who was picturing the girl in her mind. But every time the picture came into focus, she would get real turned-on and loose the intangible image.
"She should be here real soon and then you can try her out in the flesh!"
"What time is it?" asked Rita who had completely lost track of the time in the warm massaging waters.
"I guess around noon!"
"Well we better get going!" At that Rita stood up in the water. The water ran in little rivers down her sleek form: over and between her tits, and down the inside of her legs. The oil left a residue that made her shine. The water plastered her pubic hair directly to her cunt, so that Mike could easily see all the hidden little valleys and furrows around that special spot.
Mike also stood up and shook what water he could off of his body in a way that reminded Rita of a dog.
"Why don't I dry you off," she suggested and reached over to the towel rack and selected a brightly colored fluffy towel.
"Sure!" said Mike as she casually started to wipe his limp cock dry, Next she slid the towel through his ass crack and then she did that super-tender area: the inside of his thighs. By the time she got to his back and chest he was already beginning to get another hard-on.
"You just put that thing away!" said Rita to the rising prick, "we don't have time for another fuck. And any way, I'd like to save some of you for your friend Cher. I was thinking that I would like to see you two get it on. It would be the first time I ever saw anybody else fuck!"
"You have pretty good ideas for a novice," said Mike as he tried to get his cock to go down, but he couldn't get it to go in that direction with the same ease that he could get it to rise up.
"Maybe it is just that I've been sheltered all these years. And I've been fantasizing all those years about all sorts of things. You know, I was reading in one of my magazines, and it said that most women, when they're coming are thinking about something other than the man who is actually screwing her. Isn't that interesting?"
"Sure, I guess," said the boy, "I usually don't think too much about intellectual things like that. I just like to fuck. Hey, how about if I dry you off now?"
"That would be real nice of you!"
Mike took another towel off the rack and began to rub down the sleek body of the woman. He patted dry her pussy, making sure that he dried in the crack between her lips, and he dried her ass-crack the same way she had dried his. But his big thrill was drying off her tits. One at a time he placed them in a sling of terry-cloth and then he "polished" them, or at least it seemed like polishing.
"Feels good!" she sighed when he finally finished and they both stepped out of the tub. Mike dried off her feet while she stuck her long blonde hair under the blow-drier. In a few more minutes, they were all spiffed up and just waiting for Cher to start round two!
"What do you think I should wear?" Rita asked the boy who was putting on his slacks and shirt.
"Why don't you put on something that makes you seem like, well something that makes you like a mother. That way Cher might get the feeling that she is licking out her own mom!"
"What would make me look like that. After all, I'm only 22!"
"How about a bra and girlie set! And some stockings that are attached to the bottom of the girdle. And a housecoat over the whole thing. That'll do the trick, I'm sure of it."
"If you say so," said the woman a little unsure of the scheme. But what the hell! The only problem was, she was not sure if she had a girdle; it was such a long time since she wore one.
After a bunch of ransacking through her closet she found the box that contained all of her old underwear. There were all shapes and kinds of bras, panties, garters, stockings and girdles. There was even one complete corset. After rummaging around for awhile, right at the bottom of the box she found what she was looking for. A black lace girdle, with a front elastic panel in the shape of a big butterfly. The crotch piece was a piece of sheer nylon through which her pussy could be clearly seen. And anyway the thing fit so tight, her mound of Venus made a big hill where her legs came together.
With some effort she squeezed into the tight thing. She had to really push and shake to get her ass into the binding device. When at last she was all the way in she felt a little like a salami, that is until she looked in a mirror!
The mirror revealed that she looked mighty sexy in the tight, black, semi-sheer material. Somehow, the way it was binding her was very erotic; and the fact that it was partially covering her private parts was also exciting. She ran her hands over the stretched material and felt how the silky cloth conformed to her every bump and hill.
"I bet that little girl will love this!" she said to herself as she fastened the clasp on the bra that went along with the girdle. It too was black lace done in a butterfly motif. Her nipples were just barely discernable, and then just as dark disks at the apex of the mounds.
She hooked up her dark stockings. Luckily she had found a pair that still had a seam up the back. As a last idea, she took out a pair of spike-heeled black high-heeled shoes.
Now she looked like a whore from the middle fifties.
"I don't think I'm going to wear a housecoat over this! This is too sexy!" she said to herself. "It's funny, this covers me up more than a bathing suit does, at least one of my tight bikinis! But it is three times as arousing!"
Rita heard a whistle behind her. She turned around and there was Mike staring at her.
"That sure is something!" he said and he unzipped his zipper and out popped his cock, hard as it ever was, pointing right at her crotch like a homing pigeon.
"If you think I'm going to fuck you, you're crazy!" she laughed, "it takes me ten minutes to get in and out of this thing." She snapped the bottom of her girdle to show him exactly how tight it was.
"Well at least let me feel you up. It really would be like feeling up my mother."
"OK, and if you want you can shove your cock in my mouth, that won't be any problem."
"That's a deal!"
Mike led her to the bed and made her lie down. He quickly ran his hands over her whole body to get a feeling for the lay of the land. His fingers ran up between her legs and touched her pussy through the girdle. Rita shuddered at the feeling. His hand slipped further through her crotch and felt the tight drum her ass had become under the girdle.
After feeling up her hips and crotch for a good long time, he moved his skilled hands up to her breasts. They felt much different encased in the lacy material of her bra than they did nude. For one thing, they were pointy with the bra on.
"I think I better stick this thing in your mouth!" he said pulling on his cock.
"Mmmmmm!" Mrs. Smithfield said just as the doorbell rang. "Well it looks as if your friend is here. Which means you're going to have to take a rain check on that blow job!"
"Should I go down and get it?" he asked.
"Yeah, why don't you go down and let her in and I'll wait up here."
Mike slipped away from her and headed down the stairs. Nervously Rita waited for the couple to return up the steps. She had never made love to a woman before, and this one wasn't even a woman really, Cher was just a girl!
CHAPTER 3
Though it was actually only a few minutes before the couple returned up the steps, it seemed to Rita a few hours. She heard their voices downstairs and she heard their laughter. Did they think this was only a lark? Fucking the older woman in the neighborhood; a new kind of sport, just another game like kickball or skateboarding?
All of a sudden they were at her doorway.
"Hi!" said the small girl with a surprisingly adult voice, "my name is Cher. You must be Mrs. Smithfield. Mike has been telling me quite a bit about you. He thinks you're swell!"
"Glad to meet you Cher. Hope you don't mind that I didn't come down to meet you at the door, but as you can see, I wasn't ... decent."
"So I can see!" said the girl who took obvious delight in the lingerie that the woman was wearing. "I think that you look great in those things. Would you like to see my body?"
"Well ... I guess so."
Mike was just standing to one side watching the two girls get to know each other. It was almost as good as screwing them himself. At heart, he thought to himself, he was a voyeur!
The girl stood before Rita in such a way that Rita could see not only the front of the girl but her ass as well, in the full length mirror.
Cher undid the buttons of her shirt very slowly, one at a time until Rita was bursting with curiosity as to what was underneath. And even when Cher let her cowboy shirt fall to the floor, Rita could not tell even if the girl was wearing a bra because of the long tresses of hair that spilled all over the girl's shoulders and upper torso. With a sudden flick of her head, the girl's hair flew into the air and on to her back. Rita could now see the whole front of the girl.
"What lovely little tits you have!" said Rita in admiration. "Why, they're no more-than little nuggets. You look like a little nymph, the kind that was supposed to run around in the forests!"
"Oh, do you think so Mrs. Smithfield. That's real kind of you to say. But let me take the rest of my clothes off. I find they get in my way. I do all my homework in the nude!"
"That's true!" piped up Mike who had been attentively listening to the whole conversation, "I know. I help her with her homework. That's how we met. I was supposed to be her tutor in biology. Well we hardly got started in studying the reproductive system of the rabbit and she had her shirt off. Another two paragraphs and her pants were on the ground too. I don't even think she knew what she was doing. She's just one of those chicks who ends up in her birthday suit all the time."
Cher unhitched the top buttons on her jeans and slowly pealed the tight denims off of her lithe figure. She literally oozed out of them revealing the fully developed hips and legs she had. To Rita's shock, the girl was wearing a tiny pair of pink panties.
"I didn't think that you would wear any panties!"
"I do when I wear jeans, at least these jeans. They're so tight, they bite into my little cunt. After walking around for a couple of hours, my jeans have rubbed my cunt into a froth and by the end of the day I'm so horny I start coming right in my pants!"
"The panties stop that from happening?" the older girl asked.
"Hell no! They just keep my jeans from getting stained!"
"Well, I must say, you look very cute in them. I like the way they conform to your pussy. It looks like you have some healthy nest under there!"
"Sure I do! Want to see?"
Rita nodded her head yes. She was enjoying this little strip show even though she knew it wasn't something nice women did. Maybe she enjoyed because it was something that nice women didn't do.
The girl put her thumbs inside the tight elastic waist band of her pink cotton panties and slowly pulled them over her hips. They stuck to her cunt a little bit and Rita could see that was because they had worked themselves between the cuntal-lips of the girl and the lips were holding on!
At last they were at the girl's feet and Cher was standing before the married woman completely in the raw. Rita let her eyes look at the girl, starting with her feet.
Dainty little feet, feet that should have been hop-scotching or jumping rope. Well turned legs, well proportioned and muscular, but still definitely girl's legs. Nice broad hips with a firm little ass in the back that was just made for school boys to pinch under her plaid skirt (if she had a plaid skirt in these modern times!).
Her cunt was superb! It had a rich, thick, curly tangle of black hair covering it. Yet the way the pubes curled! They curled away from the central slit, so that the very red wound was clearly visible slicing her mound in two. In fact, the tissues of her cunt were so large and well made, that Rita, even sitting on the bed, could easily make out her glittering clitoris and the folds of skin that protected it like a blanket of living membrane. She could also see the girl's hole and the thin pink flaps on either side of it like the petals of a rose. From inside her hole, out dripped a few droplets of milky white honey. If the girl's cunt is like a flower, thought Rita to herself, then my tongue must be like a bee!
Rita's eyes continued their lusty travel up the body of the exhibitionist girl. Across her flat tummy, marred only by a small, deep navel. It seemed so deep that it could serve as a second cunt, thought Rita, at least in a pinch.
The girl had a large rib cage which made her small tits seem a little larger than they really were. In fact they were no bigger than two small birds. Right at the very tips were nipples that seemed to be half as big as the whole tit. Very erect, very long, very red with huge areolas. If anything was ever made to be eaten, those little gumdrops were, said Rita to herself drooling at the sight of the adorable white hills with their red summits.
At the end of a long neck was a cute, smiling face. And a beautiful head of long dark hair!
"I hope that I have a daughter who is as good looking as you are!"
"That would be nice for you Mrs. Smithfield," agreed the girl, "then you could make love to her every night!"
"I wasn't thinking about that, but you're right. Does your mother make love to you at night?"
"My mother watches as my father does. Mom doesn't want to be a queer. But I think that that is silly. Woman are so soft, I just love to touch them. But I like men just as well. They're different is all, though sometimes they can be real pain in the necks, if you know what I mean."
"I know exactly what you mean!" said Rita. "Why don't you come up here on the bed and let me lick your lovely breasts and we can have the man watch!"
"I was wondering when you were finally going to ask me up there! You might be dying to touch ray titties, but I'm creaming away just looking at you in that bra and girdle. I swear, it is just like the one my mother used to wear!"
The girl hopped up on to the bed like a gazelle and nuzzled up next to the woman who was all ready lying there. Cher put her hand on Rita's lace covered jug and squeezed.
"They sure are big! They must be three times the size of mine! I hardly feel that I am a woman when I hold tits this big. Can I take off this bra and see what is under them?"
"Please do."
Cher fumbled for a second at the clasp at the back, but it was not too long before the brassiere lay beside them. To be funny, Cher put the thing over her much smaller tits.
"See! I can get both of my boobs into just one of your cups and there is still room to spare!"
Rita had-to laugh seeing the young girl pressing her two tits together to get them in one side of the bra. But when she laughed her own jugs started to shake and wiggle and attracted the attention of the girl once again. She put aside the piece of black underwear and bent her small head on to the big soft mammary melons of the older woman and popped her nipple into her own warm red mouth. And sucked.
Rita purred with pleasure and petted the top of the sucking girl's head as if she was a little cat she was holding against her breast.
One of Cher's small hands went to the bottom of Rita's pendulous boob and softly kneaded it as if it was a big piece of baker's dough or maybe a big pile of very soft and pliable clay. Her other hand crept down between Rita's legs where it settled in between her nylon covered legs. Rita could feel small shivers run through her body as the small, but sexually aware girl attacked her!
"Oh Cher you feel so good! I never had a girl touch me this way before!"
"Then let me lick you out. No man in the world, no matter what they tell you can lick a cunt the way another woman can! I want to be the first to taste your female juices!"
"Yes, yes. I want you to be the first!"
Scooting down and leaving the tit for the time being Cher placed her hand on the top edges of Rita's tight girdle. The only way she could get it off was to roll it down, so that Rita's pudendum was exposed inch by inch as the layer of elastic rolled down and off of her hips. At last the roll of girdle was at Rita's thighs and Cher could see the lovely cunt of Rita. Unlike her own, this one had hardly any hair on it at all! But the gash, though not as red, was just more naturally wide open. Cher felt as if she could peer right in to the hole. Except for all the cream that was flowing out. Looking down at the inside of the girdle's crotch piece, Cher could see that there was in fact a puddle of the white love-juice already there!
"You sure do cream a lot!" said the girl.
"I know, I know! I bring around an extra pair of panties where ever I go. And the smell! Well, any man within a mile can smell me. And when they start coming after me, all that happens is that I cream even more!"
"Gee!" said the girl looking at the amazing creaming cunt with the reverence of an awe-struck teenager. "I just got to lick it then!"
Quickly she finished undressing Rita so that now the two of them lay side by side. Mike looked at the two and thought to himself that he never saw two more different women lying together in the same bed before, except the time he saw Rita Mae, the only black girl at his school in bed with Lisa, the head cheerleader. Now there was a couple to remember! But as Lisa said, there is only one way that people are going to get integrated and busing isn't the way!
But his attention snapped back to the bedroom when he saw Cher get between Rita's legs and start to lick at that sopping wet cunt of hers. That woman could produce enough cream, thought Mike to himself as he watched Cher lick Rita's overflowing pot, to feed the whole god-damn army!
But Cher wasn't thinking about the army, she was thinking about the lovely smelling snatch that was a tongue's length away from her mouth. She ran her tongue around it's various folds and crevices. First on the edges of the outer lips, and then deep in the raw pink furrow that lay between the inner and outer lips. Then she went up and down the sharp edge of the woman's inner lips right up to, but not including her clit. Then, she homed in on Rita's quick!
And bit down hard!!
"Oww!" screamed out Rita as she felt the youngster's teeth sink into that pink nub that rested just at the top of her slit.
"I'm sorry," said Cher, "Let me suck it well for you!"
"Yes suck it well!"
Again Cher returned her lips to Rita's clitoris, but this time in a much nicer way. She puckered her lips so that they formed a very small "O". She inserted Rita's ditty right into that "O". And then she sucked.
"Oh God does that feel fine!" sighed Rita who couldn't keep her legs still. Her body was covered with perspiration, her arms held the girl's head as it bobbed around between her out-spread legs.
"You sure were right about a girl being a better cunt-licker than a guy!" said Rita. But the only response that Cher made to this compliment was to suck even harder.
In and out of her damp mouth she pushed and pulled Rita's clit. And with her tongue she scurried under the tender sheath that surrounded that small bud like a blanket around a papoose. The licking she was giving that most sensitive organ was making Rita's slit pour forth essences at even a greater rate of speed than previously. Right at the opening to that living cave was the girl's chin, which was so covered with juice that it looked like she was wearing a beard.
Cher took her first two fingers and placed them together to make a pseudo-cock. She forced it into the hole, against the tide of the flowing cream.
Rita let out a yelp when she felt the digits slide up her canal!
In and out of the passageway the fingers plunged at an ever increasing tempo. With each in and out movement the girl would corkscrew the fingers a bit so that they had the effect of reaming out Rita's cunt like an Archimedes' screw.
Cher's licking became more viscous and Rita's cunt turned into a swirling vortex of burning emotion and fever; a living volcano spewing forth creamy white lava which was running in long burning rivers into her ass and on to the bed.
"Faster, faster!" commanded the prone woman who was clasping her legs together so that the girl's face was clamped to sopping cunt. The tongue that was shooting out of that head was like a dog's long tongue, starting at the bottom of the cunt and flapping, in one long sweeping motion up to the top of the cunt: tweaking the clit, before starting back down.
"Oh I'm coming I'm coming!" screamed the older woman as the younger girl kept up her unrelenting pussy licking with a well meaning cruelty. Rita was bouncing all over the springy bed and it took all of Cher's energy to stay between her lush legs and lapping away at the morass of warm tissue and gook.
"EEEEEIIIIIKKKKK!" went the piercing cry of the woman as ultimate satisfaction rolled over her tense bod. She became a hurricane of motion, throwing her weight all over the bed and finally tossing both of the love makers on to the floor. But so involved were they both in Rita's explosion that they didn't even know they had fallen down.
Mike watched the two girls humping away on the bedroom floor. It was an impressive sight and he noticed that his own cock was sticking straight up. Just to keep himself busy, not to come or anything, he put a wad of petroleum jelly on his taut tool and slowly rubbed it up and down while watching the girls struggle on the floor at his feet. He could smell all the lotions and sweat that was evaporating off of their sleek bodies!
Most of all he was watching Cher's little ass which was waving in the air right in front of his face, as she was kneeling so as to get a good angle at Rita's creamy hole. Right below the hollow of her ass, Mike could see the hairy mound of her pussy, and could see the red slit of her hole. Dripping out of that hole, like long thin icicles, were strings of gluey potions.
"I can't take it!" said Mike out loud though neither of the two girls were listening to him. "I got to shove this pecker in a warm soft hole! And I think I see the perfect slit. And what the fuck, Rita isn't giving her any pleasure, and by the way that girl's twat is dripping, I bet she is horny as hell."
Mike got down on his knees right behind Cher who was bent over forwards licking Rita's quim. Rita was on her back staring up at the ceiling, moaning and crying, whimpering and shaking.
"This ought to stir up some mischief," he said as he aimed his sword right at that red bulls eye just underneath the brown circle of Cher's ass. With manly force, he thrust his hips forward and his poker popped right into the very wet slot of the girl.
"Oh Boy!" exclaimed Cher when she felt what was going on. It was like a knife slicing into the god damndest, ripest peach in the world. The juice seemed to fly in all directions, splattering against her thighs and all over the rug.
Quickly Mike found the rhythm of the two girls and joined right in in perfect time. Though he was very clever in that respect and sometimes would screw the young girl's cunt at twice the speed, sometimes at half the speed that her own hips were moving. And her hips and ass were moving all over, rubbing against the front of Mike's thighs.
It did not take too much pumping away at Cher's hairy quim before she was ready to burst as well. The lips of her vulva were quivering around the virulent penis that was pumping in between them. Her body vibrated like a car rolling down the ties of a railroad track at fifty miles per hour.
"OOOOOUUUUUGGGGG!" she screamed into Rita's swampy twat. The stimulation of being screamed into made Rita turn into a crazy maniac, totally insane, from the super licking she was receiving from the girl who, herself, was now coming between her legs.
The last one to shoot his load was Mike, but the sight of the two girls in front of him coming in wild abandon was more than his teenage nuts could take.
When he began to feel the sperm boiling in his nuts he doubled, then tripled the speed of his screwing. At first Cher tried to keep pace, but it was hopeless. So instead, she shook her fine little fourteen year old ass from side to side so that first Mike's cock would rub against the left side of her twat and then against the right side.
When his wand went off it turned into a wicked snake!
"FFFFUUUUCCCK!" he screamed out as the first splash of gism sizzled out of his tube and into Cher's cunt. Even while his body was spasming he was thinking. He could see that Rita's mouth was wide open staring straight up at the ceiling only about four feet away from his rod. He knew that he would not have time to shove his pecker into that orifice, but he wondered if he could shoot his sperm in.
Waiting until the last moment to extract his tool from Cher's sweet womb he took aim. Then with dazzling speed he pulled his cock out of her hole with a pop and pointed it in the air.
Out shot a thick white missile of sperm that went flying in the air and scored a direct hit: landing directly in the orgasmic woman's wide open mouth. The cream must have burned and stung on its way in because she shuddered when it hit.
But after that great shot Mike lost control. The rest of his stuff shot off and landed in hot white blobs all over: Cher's back, Rita's stomach and the rug.
At last nothing came out of his pisshole but some last droplets of warm white, sticky fluid. This he wiped off on Cher's creamy buttocks and then fell back across the floor.
The two girls broke up their bout not too much later and the three of them took a break and tried to catch their breathes.
"I can't believe how good your lips felt!" said Rita at last. "But it was strange, all of a sudden I swear I tasted something that tasted just like semen in my mouth. It must have been the power of suggestion. I'm so used to tasting sperm when I get that high!"
"Thanks for the compliment," replied the younger girl who was lying flat on her back, her small tits rising and falling in the air, "but I bet you really did taste sperm. I sure know that I felt cock! My pussy is still tingling. And as far as I know, unless your husband has come home and is hiding under the bed, there is only one cock in this room."
"I confess, I'm guilty. I'm the one! I fucked you Cher and then I shot the sperm into Rita's open mouth."
"Good shot!" was all Rita could say.
"I know," said Mike, "I wonder if there is some kind of come contest with prizes for distance and accuracy and so on."
"If there isn't," said Cher, "then Rita and I should get one together. Can you imagine how much horny cock would be running around. And they would need plenty of good tight holes to get primed up in!"
"Gee, that's a good idea," said Mike, "but you would have to have a separate contest for the girls. Let's see, you could have a blow job contest where they have to blow a whole bunch of different guys and who can ever blow them the fastest, make them come, wins. It would be a race, with six guys lying side by side and one girl racing down the line of them trying to get them all to come like firecrackers!"
"You young kids think up the wildest ideas!" said Rita. "But what do you have planned for the rest of today. I sure would like to have a lot of fun. Ben's coming home tomorrow, so I got to get all my jollies in today."
"Let me think," said Mike putting his hand to his head to show the two girls that he was deep in thought. "You'll know if I think of anything if my prick starts to twitch!"
"We'll be looking," said Cher who had begun to stroke Rita's leg.
"You can look Cher," said the married woman, "but while you're doing that, would you mind very much if I licked your cunt. I've never tasted one before."
"That would be very nice. He might be thinking for the rest of the afternoon for all I know. We girls should take care of ourselves. One good thing, even though Mike fucked me while I was licking you, he was nice enough not to shoot too much of his stuff in me. After a few licks you should be getting pure Cher-juice!"
"Sounds good. Why don't you sit on the edge of the bed and spread your legs? That way I can sit in front of you and get to your twat real easy!"
"Will do!" agreed the fourteen year old who jumped up on the bed with a great deal of energy. Her lithe body seemed like a little cat, while the long mane of thick dark hair flew all around her head.
She sat like she was told and spread her legs. Rita sat in real close so that her face was pussy-level with the girl's twat. At first she just gave it a quick look, sort of to get the idea of what another cunt looks like. The only one she had ever studied in detail, was her own. Lightly she touched the delicate thing with her finger tip as if she was a naturalist studying a rare specimen. Actually, it was a rare specimen. It was "young-girl-cunt", a most savory item, most delectable!
With her finger she touched the red cusp of her cunt, the quick of the girl and watched the reaction when she did so. The young girl squirmed on the bed as if she had ants in her pants. With little flicks of her fingernail she aroused that nub to the point where it was standing on end, glistening in the afternoon light.
"Lick it!" she sighed as she touched the clit with the very tip of her pink, damp tongue. Round and round the oral organ went, around the center of the child's sexual world. Deeply she pushed in her tongue into the recesses between the folds of pink tissue that enveloped the girl's clitty.
"Ahhh," the young girl cooed, "clean it out. Get in there and clean out all those hard to get at places!"
Up and down the length of the girl's pussy went Rita's tongue taking small excursions into the thick, curly muff which lay on either side of the crack. It tickled a little, but it smelled so nice!
"Lick my asshole!" cried the junior high-schooler.
"What?" exclaimed the surprised housewife.
"Mrs. Smithfield, I said, lick my asshole. You know, my shithole!"
"But its ... its dirty. I wouldn't want to stick my tongue in there."
"Sure you would," said Mike's voice from behind her, "that is if you know how good it feels to have your ass licked."
"Maybe, but I'm not sure about that."
"Lie down on the floor," ordered Mike.
Rita obeyed. She was very caught up in these sexual games, and what the hell, she had trusted these teenagers this far, why not go all the way? She got down on her stomach and spread her legs.
Mike got down between her legs and spread her ass-cheeks with his hands so that he could see the alabaster valley between them with the small brown circle at the bottom.
"You have a gorgeous ass-hole, did you know that?"
"No one ever said so."
"Well its true. Take a look in here Cher, isn't that one hell of a sexy behind?"
Cher climbed over the prone body and looked into the woman's rear end. "It sure is! All there is in the way of hair down there is a thin coating of blond down. And you have such a cute anus. Very tight and wrinkly, with just a small pinhole right in the center. It looks like an eye winking. And boy do you have a nice ass!" She cupped her palms over the big white, flaccid cheeks and pressed down, feeling them give to her pressure.
"Would you two stop playing around with my behind and get on with what ever it is you're planning to do. I can't believe that you're actually planning to put your mouth on it."
"You don't hunh?" And without warning down his face went, prying its way into her valley-of-shit.
His lips completely covered the brown, raisiny hole. He made a vacuum seal around it and pulled it into his mouth as if it was a meaty life-saver. Sucking and chewing on the tender button slowly softened it up and the diaphragm opened. As soon as the center entrance had expanded a bit, in he shoved his tongue. The interior of her ass-hole was rubbery and giving with a slight pungent flavor. One could easily get to like that taste very much, though it had to be acquired. But then so does pussy juice.
Rita was softly moaning with her face against the rug. She was arching her back up so as to press her can into Mike's probing lips even more. She had never felt such a feeling, she had never had a rim job before. Now she knew why people always said: "lick my ass!"
"Oh god does that ever feel good. It turns my insides to jelly! It really feels like your tongue is shoved all the way into my stomach."
"Now you know why I wanted you to lick my ass!" said Cher who was watching the two with obvious envy.
"And as soon as Mike is finished with me, I will lick your ass. For as long as you want too!"
"I don't think I'm going to be finished too soon. I think I want to fuck this one, now that I got it all softened up!"
"You're going to what!" cried Rita struggling to get up. But Mike was sitting on her legs so that all she did was flail about ineffectually.
"I'm going to fuck you in the ass, and you're going to like it too. Once the initial shock is gone any way. You must remember how it was when you were a virgin and you did it for the first time. Well, it will hurt for a second when I first penetrate, but after that ... it should be smooth sailing!"
"Do it quick," was all she could mutter.
Mike laid himself out on top of the woman so that his teenage pelvis rested directly above her full, milk-white ass. He reached under her crotch with his fingers and extracted some of her cream from her exposed cunt. He spread this juice up and down the smooth interior of her rear end, leaving a particularly big blob right over her shit-hole. Then he spread even more of it on to the sleek, stiff exterior of his cock. And that cock was throbbing, just thinking about getting into the asshole of the woman. He would be the first to explore that deep valley.
At last, all lubed up and ready he lowered his hips down so that the purple bulbous tip of his penis rested directly on the wrinkled surface of her rear orifice. It gave a little due to the sucking that Mike had given it, but not enough to actually get inside.
Mike used his cock as a prod, and by jerking his legs up and down he was able to keep poking at the doorway-of-brown. He could feel the girl tighten up her buttocks, and could feel her mons pressing against the sides of his swift weapon, holding on to it tightly.
"It hurts Mike, it hurts!" she whimpered.
"Just relax Mrs. Smithfield, once I'm through it will feel just fine!"
Again and again his tough pole bashed its head against the trampoline-like back door of the girl. Again and again he pushed in again, he never let the attack falter or vary. Bang! Bang! Bang! Rita felt the hot cap of the boy's prick fling itself against her asshole.
She closed her eyes and tried to relax. Mike had said that would make it easier. She pretended that it was her own father that was pressing his penis into her anus. That it was her own father that was trying to sink his heavy burning piece of meat deep into her succulent, supple rectum!
All at once she felt it. The thick pad of flesh at the tip of Mike's pole popped through the outer throat of her ass and sunk itself into the mushy, tissuey colon.
"AARGGG!" she quietly cried. It was a red hot stinging, as if his penis was just too big for the tightness of her rear end.
"I'll just let it rest here for a second while you get used to the feeling," said Mike helpfully. "Why don't you give Mrs. Smithfield something to do to take her mind off my pecker, Cher?"
"OK," the girl answered. She had been sitting on the bed with her fingers deep up her own slot while watching Mike bugger Mrs. Smithfield. Her pussy had turned into a thick morass and the hair around that youthfully tight slit was dripping with cream as if someone had spilled milk on it. "How about if I slid my hips under her face so that she rests her mouth right on my cunt. It likes to be eaten out and this way she won't be able to leave, cause you have her pinned in the rear."
"That's no fair!" complained Rita, but not very strenuously.
"Do it!" said Mike.
Cher got off of the bed and laid on her back with her legs outstretched on either side of Mrs. Smithfield's head. Pushing with her hands she slid under her head. Rita lifted her head, and when she laid it back down, her mouth bit into Cher's steaming slit.
"Mmmm that's good!" said the girl as Mrs. Smithfield began to nibble away at the tender morsel so conveniently placed for her enjoyment. "Your mouth is so wet and warm it makes my insides swirl around. And I just love it when some of my pussy-flesh touches your teeth. Contact with that kind of sharp enamel just makes it so ... real!"
"Yum yum," was all Rita was able to say since her mouth was muffled by the thick gag of Cher's nest. Rita had opened her mouth to its full extent so that it covered all of the girl's large mound. Sucking in hard she was able to open the inner flaps to that inner sanctum. Once this was done she poked her tongue in sudden thrusts which brought forth large quantities of cream. In and out she twitter her tongue; perhaps it was most like a little animal scurrying in and out of its burrow!
"Yipes!" she shouted when Mike felt time was up and he let go of his arms so that his full weight was placed on the stick that was growing out from between his legs and now stuck in Rita's ass.
It was in all the way up to the root. His balls lay against her wet vagina, his hands had slipped under her chest and were grabbing on to her red-tipped towers.
Slowly he hiked up his hips so that his long stiff shaft partially slid out of her very tight orifice. He could feel the way the outer part of her ass was puckering up around his tool as he drew it out. When only the bulbous thick tip still remained submerged in her yielding flesh he began to lower himself down once again.
"Oooooo" Rita pouted this time, apparently much more pleased with the feeling this time, than the last.
In and out of her hole his staff slipped. As it buried itself she squeezed her sphincter muscles tightly around his pecker so that it formed a tight ring that scraped his tool as it entered and left her rectum.
Tingles flashed through her lower part of her body. The inside of her anus was much more sensitive than the inside of her cunt, though of course she didn't have a clitoris on her ass. Still, there seemed to be the same minor explosions deep in her pelvis that she had come to connect with orgasm. "Am I going to come with him fucking me in the ass?" she asked herself. It was feeling better and better. His cock seemed to fill her up completely, she felt totally satisfied!
"Oh Screw me! Screw me hard!"
Those were the words that Mike was waiting to hear. They were music to his ears. Now his motor began to really put out. He became a living piston in the meaty cylinder of Mrs. Smithfield's ass!
In and out of the scrumptious rear end he went at a terrifying speed. He savored every entry and shimmered with every exit.
Faster and faster until his hips became nothing but a blur of flesh color. And below him, Mrs. Smithfield's sugary ass wiggled and waved about.
The harder she breathed the more Cher enjoyed it for Rita's mouth still covered the girl's snatch totally. Every time Rita would exhale she would fill the girl's womb with damp breath; and every time she would inhale she would suck the girl's clitoris into a frenzy. It was a real race to see who would climax first.
"EEEEIIIIKKKK!" bellowed out Rita into Cher's soupy slit as Mike's ramrod drove her over the edge of her climax. Once he heard her, he doubled his speed trying to keep her going, trying to make her come so fast and so hard that she could not even count the number of orgasms that she was having.
But as Rita screamed into Cher's wet orifice she came also:
"OOORRRGGGGAAAA!" the girl let loose with, which sounded like a word of ecstasy from some forgotten primitive tribal race. But it was really the sound of a fourteen year girl in wild abandon as a twenty two year old woman ate her out while coming herself!
Mike was the last to go, but he had come so many times that day he was able to hold on to his sperm almost as long as he wanted. And hold it he did! In and out of the aching butt-end of Rita he pushed his mighty tool until he could feel a thin sap starting to flow out of that bung-hole. This served to lube the job up a little and made it much easier going, with much less friction.
His hips continued to slam into the woman's lily-white ass cheeks so that they became slightly flushed with excitement. His hands had slipped down from her tits and were now under her hips holding on to and rubbing with a fury, her twat. One hand was pushing its fingers deep into the incredibly wet slit while the other hand was grazing against the stiff finger of her clit. Considering how all of her erogenous zones were being given the going over, it wasn't surprising how deep the orgasms were that she was having.
They were bone splitting in their intensity, boiling her blood, popping her eyes, exploding her lungs. All her muscles were so tight and drawn out that she could have lifted up a two ton Mack truck!
"AAAAYYYYIIIEEE!" she kept screaming into the girl' small pussy. And every time this scream came forth Cher nearly went crazy with the feeling. When she wasn't screaming, Rita was slurping at the young girl's tight cunt, juicing it up, making it glisten with desire. When she did scream into the thing, the small girl nearly jumped out of her skin.
Mike was enjoying the agony that the two girls under him were in. He felt responsible for both of their pleasures, not just Rita's. Some how he felt that he had one tremendously long cock that was running up Rita's smooth ass, through her innards, out her mouth and into Cher's beautiful cunt! He knew that it was just a feeling, but still it was a powerful sensation and it was strong enough to throw him off balance and over the edge of passion.
In and out of the woman's asshole he continued to pump his iron even as he felt that strong swimming in his testicles that meant his sperm was ready to fly forth in hot, sizzling wads. From past experience he knew approximately how long that would take, and he knew that if he really beat meat between now and then his final orgasm would be much larger than if he just waited for the stuff to spout.
Harder and faster, harder and faster he pushed his hips up and down causing his cock to push into and out of the meaty, fleshy interior of Mrs. Smithfield's anus. He could feel the rubbery tissue in her hole as his penis slid by it, he could feel the tender tissues on the outside of her hole grip his cock with loving care. He could hear her little moans of pleasure/pain every time he stroked her, and he felt his own juice rising, rising, rising ...
Once, Twice, Three times he felt the spasms mount and then shoot out into the girl's yielding rectum. He almost heard the cream splash against her insides!
"OOOOHHHHGGOOOODDDH" he screamed as he bit into her back with his sharp little teeth. He couldn't help it, he had to hold on to something while his body was wracked with earthquakes, and was buffeted by the sex-hurricane that was raging inside of him. His fingers, which were still digging into the pink flesh of her cunt, nearly ripped that hole open as he pulled and pulled at the circle of her outer cunt, trying to get a hand-hold to keep himself from flying off the bucking of her buttocks. If he thought that his body was reacting violently to the overwhelming surge of sexual release, it was nothing compared to Mrs. Smithfield's. Her body was flailing about in total abandon, wild insanity, total release! And Mike was trying to stay on top, only his cock, buried deep in the rich trench of her ass keep him from being thrown to the floor!
After the major spurts of gism flew from his penis into the elastic interior of her butt, out poured a steady, flowing of white fluid, hot and thick, which had the effect of a healing balm on the bruised ass-membranes of the woman. She sighed and murmured to herself with womanly pleasure as his cock now made it's pulsating movement with the slipperiness of a greased snake in and out of her hole.
Cher seemed to sense this change in the two of them; she could see that Mike was just finishing off the last of his sperm. And she could feel that Rita was about through too, now that her ass was a well filled with the boy's sticky juices. Cher slid her hips out from under the trapped woman's face and rolled off to the side. Only the tingling sensation in her twat continued, and that would continue for sometime she was sure. It had been some lick job. When she looked at Rita's face, she saw that it was totally covered with pussy-lotion, her pussy lotion. Rita was in the process of licking what she could off of her face with a long extended tongue.
Mike's cock was now totally spent. It grew smaller and smaller though it was still firmly packed into Rita's ass. She moved her hips around a little to tell him that she could still feel it, though just barely. Mostly she felt the steady rising and falling of the boy's chest as he tried to catch his breath.
With a sound that was a cross between a pop and a slurp, Mike withdrew his penis. He sat back against the side of the dresser and watched the two women as they tried to regain their sensibilities.
"That was some fuck!" he said at last.
"You sure know how to lick, Mrs. Smithfield!" the very young girl said as she dried her pussy by spreading the cream out along her thighs. Soon the cream would dry and she would be able to peel it off.
"I tell you Cher, after about the first two minutes I didn't even realize that I was licking you. But to have that smell right in my nose the whole time, that surely helped!"
"If you weren't thinking about it, and you still did it that good, you just must be a natural!"
"I'll take that as a compliment," said Rita who was looking at the girl as she played with the delicate pink folds of her cunt.
"How about me?" pouted Mike who felt left out, "wasn't I good?"
"You'll have to ask Mrs. Smithfield about that," said Cher.
"Yes Mike," Rita answered, "you were really fine. It is just ... well, such a different sensation than being fucked in the cunt. I don't know which I like better, but then again it isn't like I have to choose, is it? I mean I can have it both ways."
"And even at the same time once I bring my friend Tom around," said Mike. "I'm sure he would like an opportunity to screw such a good looking lady as yourself."
"Do you kids have a whole set of friends that screw around?"
"Most of us fuck," admitted Cher, "it's really quite healthy and it's allot better than taking drugs. We have these great bodies, and the girl's have tight little twats. And we're all horny as hell! If we don't fuck it sure is hard to do our homework. So we fuck. Usually the kids that fuck the most get the highest grades. And the kids that fuck adults do even better. I think something rubs off on them!"
"Maybe you should write a book," suggested Rita, "I think there are plenty of adults who would like to know that fucking teenagers helps the kids as much as it helps themselves!"
"Who has time to write!" exclaimed Cher, "I'm fucking all the time!"
"That does present a problem," laughed Mrs. Smithfield.
"But she's actually a very good writer, Mrs. Smithfield," said Mike in defense of his girl-friend. "She writes up all the dirty things she had ever done and has a big book of them. She reads out of the book when ever she wants to get turned on!"
"I'd like to read that!" said Rita Smithfield, "if for no other reason than to see what it is a fourteen year old girl can do that is really dirty!"
"Oh I don't know," said Cher who was still playing around with her own little cunt as if she just never quite got enough sex, ever, "you would be surprised how many men think that young ass is the best in the world. And frankly, I agree with them. Present company excluded of course!"
"Yeah, I bet my husband would just love to get his hands into your pink little panties," said Mrs. Smithfield while combing out her blond hair which had gotten a little tangled up during their last go around.
"Oooo!" said Cher, "do you think you could arrange it? Lately I haven't been getting enough adult cock. It seems to be a dry season or something."
"How can you say such a thing?" the married woman said, quite shocked and taken back. "That would be adultery!"
"What the fuck do you think you've been doing all week-end long?" questioned Mike. "Playing poker with a couple of kids from the block?"
"I ... I guess you're right, I just didn't think of it that way. It wouldn't be fair really to deny him the same pleasures that I'm getting. I guess when he returns, I'll fuck him good and then I'll invite you two over to finish the job up right. I'll get Mike and Ben, my husband, will get you Cher."
"Goody!" shouted the girl. "Does he have a big dong? I like 'em nice and big and fat!"
"He sure does! You might even have a little trouble getting him into that box of yours. Of course if I lick you out first, you might be able to do it."
"Don't turn me on any more, I've got to go home real soon for dinner. My dad's quite strict about me being home for dinner," said the girl.
"That's just because he likes you to blow him after every meal!" said Mike.
"Nothing wrong with that!" said Cher defensively. She had not liked the tone of Mike's voice.
"Now children don't get angry with each other. I want you both to come over again and have a four-way with me and my husband!"
"Sounds good to me!"
"Me too!"
"OK, I'll give you a call when the time's ready. Right now you both better go and let me get some rest. Ben should be home around three in the morning and he likes me to fuck him as soon as he gets in."
"Lucky you!" said Cher as she slipped back into her tight pink panties.
CHAPTER 4
Rita was very soundly asleep when Ben finally did arrive home at five in the morning. Quietly he shut the kitchen door. He took off his shoes and tried to tip-toe up the stairs and into the bedroom without waking his wife. It wasn't that he wasn't horny, he was. But he also smelled pretty bad of pussy-juice; another woman's pussy juice and he wanted a chance to shower before he would wake his wife and get her to fuck him.
He always got her to fuck him when he first got in. For two reasons. The first was that, when he first saw her after a separation he really was quite turned on by her. She had a great body and a wonderful mind. And she was one of the best fucks in the world. Part of that, he thought to himself, was training. He had trained her so that she knew how to satisfy every one of his desires. She had only fucked one person in the world and that was him!
The other reason that he always fucked her when he got home was so that she would not worry about him being unfaithful. If, he figured, she saw that he was so horny that he couldn't even wait until morning to screw, then she would think that he hadn't been sleeping around.
Well, the plain fact of the matter was, that he did a great deal of sleeping around on these business outings. Every night in fact! Sometimes he would meet them in bars, sometimes the factories that he was inspecting would provide him with girls so that he would go easier on them, and sometimes, though very rarely, he would have to purchase one.
But when he did buy one, they were always of a type he would not normally be able to get. Very young girls or girls of exotic nations. Once he bought a set of triplets all of whom looked exactly the same. One ate his ass, while he fucked the other. The third made him eat her pussy while all that was going on. It was one of the best lays he ever had in his life.
This evening he had picked up a hitch-hiker on the way home. It turned out to be a young girl who could have been no older than fifteen. He didn't even try anything on her because he thought he might get in trouble. But before he knew it, she had his cock out of his pants and was sucking him as he drove down the highway. Later they stopped off at a rest stop as she gave him one hell of a good fuck. Which is why he was two hours late and why he still smelled of pussy juice. He would have to take a bath; his wife would be able to smell the smell of young pussy with no problem.
He was just about into the shower when he heard his name being called from very close.
"Ben!" He spun around and saw that his wife was out of bed and standing in the doorway of the bathroom. He thought that maybe he should just jump into the shower, or at least into the hot tub and destroy the evidence. But she would know that something is wrong!
"Hi Honey!" he said in his usual greeting. "How were things around here with me gone?"
"Oh, all right," she said lying a little.
"I think I'm going to take a shower," he said, "I'm pretty sweaty and hot from the trip and I didn't get a chance to take one all day."
Rita was looking at his cock. It was slowly rising up. She knew that he was looking at her bod, which was sheathed only in the thinnest, sheer negligee. The panties she was wearing didn't have a crotch piece, and she was sure that a few wisps of blond pubic hair were sticking out of the hole.
"I can see that you're interested in something other than a shower dear. Why don't I lick that cock of yours and then you can take a shower."
"But it's sweaty and dirty! I know how much you like cleanliness!"
By this time his cock had risen into something which looked like a flesh colored hat-rack. It was impossible for him to stop her as she slowly bent down and put her soft supple lips around the throbbing tool.
He was surprised! His wife, now on her knees before him, with his rod far up between her lips, wasn't saying anything about the flavor of his cock. Surely she must taste the tangy taste of pussy! And certainly she must know that it isn't her own because she knows that I shower every day! Maybe she is just too tired to notice, maybe she tastes it, but is pretending not to!
All of a sudden something happened which he was not expecting. She let his cock pop out of her warm mouth and grabbed up his balls in her cheeks and began to roll them around inside of her oral cavity as if they were two large candy fireballs. At the same moment, she shot her finger up his rear end and drove it into the small hole of his ass!
He moaned and swayed under the force of the sudden pleasure. He felt her thin digit slide up into his rectal hole and begin to twist and turn inside. He felt her scrape her fingernail against the inner surfaces of his meaty orifice.
At the same time she continued to suck on his nuts. That was the feeling that was driving him crazy. So warm and soft was her mouth that his balls felt as if they had been pushed up into someone's cunt.
But the thing that bothered him the most was that she had never done either of these things to him before. Never, ever! And he never showed her these sexual tricks even though he expected them out of the women he picked up in bars and whore houses.
"Who taught you that?" he was at last able to say, though the feeling of the ball sucking/finger fucking was so good he hardly wanted his wife to stop.
"I'll tell you that," said his kneeling wife letting his balls slip from her lips, "if you tell me whose pussy you've been in!"
"That's no fair," the man complained, "I'm the man and I can do anything I want with my cock!"
"Bullshit!"
"Well you tell me who you've been seeing first, and then I'll tell you how it came to be that there is pussy cream on my cock."
"You make it sound like it was an accident that you fucked someone. Do you expect me to believe that? What did you do, trip and fall in a hole?"
"Listen, I can tell very well that you've been fucking around because your technique has changed!"
"And you're jealous because I learned some stuff that makes you feel good but that you didn't teach me! What's the matter, don't you like my finger up your ass?" She realized that her finger was still up his ass, even during this argument. Every time he spoke she could feel his sphincter muscle tighten around her digit.
"No, I'm glad that you're learning something, and if you learned it out of a book, well so much the better. But I can tell you've been fucking around behind my back!"
"And the same can be said for yourself!" She pulled the finger from his ass with a pop. He jumped a little when he felt it slip out.
They stood there in the bathroom glaring at each other. And the more they stood there the hornier they got. They both really dug each other's body.
Rita just loved her husband's hairy body with his strong arms and legs, his broad chest and his curly, almost woolly head of hair. But most of all she loved his big dick with the big bag of balls that hung beneath it. Those balls would swing back and forth like a pendulum whenever he walked around in the nude, and she just loved it. And when they were fucking those balls would swing through the air and flap against her ass.
He had a handsome face, she thought as she stood there in front of him, even when he was mad!
"You go first," he said at last, "And I'll go second. But I just can't stand here anymore and not fuck you. You sexy bitch! I don't really care if you did sleep with someone else. It seems to have only made you hotter!"
"OK, I'll tell you. Yesterday I seduced Mike, you know that kid who mows our lawn. That was the first time I ever fucked anybody other than you Mike, honest. It was pretty interesting, though I don't love him or anything. But it was fun. And today, he brought over a friend. I thought he was going to bring over another one of his boy friends, but instead, he brought over a little girlfriend of his. She is only fourteen and really good in bed."
"Noooo Shitt!" was all that her husband could say as he scratched his curly hair listening to his wife's story.
"Yeah, and they said they would like to do a four-way, with both of us and the two of them. That is if you don't mind. I would, you know, be getting screwed right before your eyes by a teenage boy!"
"That might be quite a turn on!" said Ben unexpectedly. "Maybe it would remind me of the first time I screwed you. I was still a teenager then!"
"You're not mad?"
"Mad? Why should I be mad with a wife who arranges dates for me with fourteen year old cunts? That's one of the nicest things I've ever heard. And so long as you take care of my needs, well, why should I care if you get anything on the side. Particularly when it seems to make you a better fuck!"
"Oh Ben! I just adore you!" She flung herself into her husband's arms, not even waiting for him to tell her his story. She didn't even care, she could guess where the pussy-cream came from. Mostly she wanted to fuck him right there and then. Anywhere, just soon, just fast, just with passion!!
Rita forced her husband back on to the toilet seat. His cock rose out of his lap like a gigantic statue of pure alabaster. All around that cock was a mat of hair which reminded her of animal fur. She loved the way it tickled the inside of her thighs when she slid up and down his pole.
"Oh it's so beautiful!" she said holding the penis in her hand inches from her eye. She looked down its large pisshole, "I can see why all the girls just love it. I'm so proud of you! You're a real sex object! I'm living with a sexy man, and I'm proud of it!"
"You're pretty hot stuff yourself," he replied as he squirmed a bit on the toilet seat. She was blowing warm hot air on to the very tip of his pecker. And those incredibly supple lips were only an inch from his penis; she was teasing him, leading him on.
"Feel this!" she said. She took his hand in hers and brought it down between her legs and drove his fingers into her opening. There was a rich creamy morass in there that enveloped his digits. Waving his fingers back and forth he felt he was beating the stuff into a lather that would be thick enough to shave with. The soft tissues of pink flesh that guarded the swampy hole were stretched wide apart and were very very soft and pulpy.
"Feels like quite a few let off their wads in there. You sure it was only one guy?"
"Yup! Only one guy. But you know how those kids are. They could keep coming up with more sperm all day long. By the way, if we fuck, do you think you'll be able to spray me with anything, or did the chicks you get earlier get it all?"
"I saved some special for you! I always do!"
"So! You fuck around a lot!"
"I guess I do. But now we'll be even. Even Steven! For every girl I screw, you can screw a guy and a girl! You'll have twice the fun as me!"
"But I want to fuck you NOW!" she moaned as she leaped up on his lap, and with no trouble at all inserted his purple headed cock into her pink rimmed cunt. It pushed in and her cream gushed out!
Ben sat on the toilet seat in the normal position (to sit on a toilet). Rita, on the other hand, straddled her husband, facing him. His cock was inserted into the hole which was wide open now that her legs were stretched so far apart. He put his hands on her lush ass and bounced her up and down the way a father might bounce his small child.
With each bounce his cock slipped in deeper and deeper into the warm swamp of her cunt-hole. Her hole of pleasure. As he fucked that joy-hole, he realized that he would be sharing the pleasure with others now, that it was not his hole alone. At first that made him a little angry. He speeded up his thrusting while corkscrewing his cock, making it rub hard against some of the more tender surfaces of her pussy. This was as punishment, yet every time he bit into her once more, she screamed and giggled with delight. She bounced up and down on his pole, quite obviously enjoying her ride tremendously!
But as they continued to fuck, Ben grew amused and then happy at the fact that his wife would be screwing around. Then every one would know how sexy his wife was. And they would realize what a damn good lover he must be for her not to leave him. Because it wouldn't be like she didn't get to taste other cock! She would fuck others and still he would be numero uno. That indeed would say something about him.
"I love you sugar-pie!" he said as he continued to bounce her on his knee. His prick felt warm and wonderful, it felt home, deep in the musky slot of his wife.
"I love you too!" said Rita who was biting at his neck and even tonguing at his little nipples under the hair of his chest. "I was so worried that you would go away when you found out that I had been fucking around with teenagers!"
"How could I leave you? Most other wives when they cheat go out with other men. That's OK, but it is so cool to go out with teenagers instead! That's a hot lover!!"
"I love you, I love you, I love you!!!" she said as she began a kissing marathon all over his body, placing kisses in every likely and unlikely place.
She could feel his thick pile-driver stuck deeply up her cunt. It felt good and filling. She vibrated the inside of her pussy walls ever so slightly, but she knew that he felt it by the way his eyes rolled back in his head. She even had some small amount of control over her vulva. This she vibrated as well.
To him the inside of her cunt was like a wet glove, a tissuey cover for his cock, a living blanket. It was a wound between her legs that went right up into her insides: soft and mysterious.
In and out he pushed and pulled his cock. And he did it with utmost control so that he could feel each one of those interior muscles slide past separately.
When he was all the way in, the bulb at the end of his prick touched the back wall of her cunt. Not hard, but lightly, just perfectly. It made her coo when it happened. You had to have a long cock to do it, but even if you had a long one, you had to have control, because you didn't want to try and smash through it. All that did was cause pain. You wanted to just let your piss hole graze that back wall of her cunt.
"It's good to have you home again," whispered Rita into Ben's ear. She was having fun licking with her tongue deep into the convoluted surfaces of his ear. She knew that the warm air of her breath was driving him a little batty, but she knew that he really liked it despite all the faces he made.
"I'm glad to be back!" he said as he lowered his head so as to take her red cherry-like nipple in his mouth and give it a good sucking. It was hard as a rock so he knew she was really turned on. She couldn't fake hard nipples.
Though he remembered, just in passing, one of the things she could fake was a creamy pussy. Rita had one of those pussies that was always over-flowing with juice no matter what was going on.
In and out of her cunt his penis passed. He would withdraw it all the way out so that the soft pad of flesh at the tip was pushed up against the hard nub of her clit. Then he would jerk his hips backwards and his cock would slide down her gash a half an inch and back into her hole. His hips would fling forwards and the cock would drive all the way into the hole till it just lightly bumped its head against her rear wall. Over and over did he do this. It was sure-fire, it always got her off!
Rita squirmed and wiggled about on the man's firm lap. Her white buttocks were rubbing up and down the length of his thighs as she timed her motions to the motions of his entering and leaving prick.
Meanwhile Ben's mouth was now covering most of Rita's left breast. The nipple, which was at the very center of the part of the tit Ben had in his mouth, was being flicked back and forth by his slightly rough tongue. It made Rita moan and flail about even more on the man's lap.
"Fuck me in the ass," Rita whispered into her husband's ear. In all the time they were married she had never once said this to him, never even once mentioned ass-fucking, even in passing. And now she was asking him to do it! He had, of course fucked many women in the ass, but he some how never thought that it was a proper thing for a husband and wife to do together.
"Fuck you in the ass!" he returned surprised. "What did those teenagers teach you anyway?"
"Well Mike fucked me in the ass while I was eating out Cher!"
"And you liked it?"
"At first I didn't. But that was just getting over the shock of having something up my butt that was living and throbbing. But once he got to be pumping away, it was quite nice. In fact it was so nice I came all over the place."
"And you want me to fuck you in the rear end?"
"Yes," she simply said, "Come on, let's take this thing out of here," she withdrew his tool from her slot. It was dripping with pussy-grease. Its body was pulsing with the blood that it had trapped inside. "And let's put it in here!" She stood up over him, but keeping the same general position. She lined the top of the cock up with the wrinkled brown bulls-eye that lay at the bottom of her alabaster valley.
With a violent motion, she sat right down on the stiff member. Up, up, up it pushed into the extremely sensitive material of her ass.
"Oh Christ!" she screamed as the stiff member ripped its way up her anus. She forgot that her husband's cock was at least twice the size that Mike's was. She could feel her tender ass-membranes give with the mighty thrust of Ben's prick!
"Oh God it hurts!!" she screamed.
"Take it easy," said Ben gently, "you'll get used to it. You just need some stretching out. You shouldn't have tried to get it all in at one time like that. Next time you'll know!"
"Yes next time, next time I'll go glower!" she said moaning with the pain of the large living stick that was shoved up her asshole. She could feel it throbbing inside and she knew that, while it might be painful to her, at least for the time being, her husband was enjoying the meaty sensation of her anus quite a bit.
Which was the truth. He had always liked her ass, it was big, thick and white. The crack between her two milk-white cheeks was deep and rich. Some how it always seemed that it was covered with a smooth layer of talcum powder.
And he liked her little brown ass entrance. He had often looked at it with longing: on one hand he wanted to ask her to fuck it, but on the other hand he was always worried about what she would think of him, if he did ask.
But now, sitting on the toilet seat, his wife straddling his lap, his cock was deeply buried in the semi-yielding flesh of her bum. And it felt like heaven!
"Just go very slowly," said Ben to his wife who was wiggling around in just-bearable pain. "Fm going to get some of your pussy crap out of your hole and anoint my cock with it. Once there is lubrication it won't hurt hardly at all. In fact it will feel good!"
"I hope so, I do hope so!" said Rita whose fingers were digging into the back of the man trying to stand the agony of his thick, stiff staff.
Ben reached his hand down the front of her smooth belly till it touched the top of her pubic triangle. His finger tips scurried through that thin, fine growth, parting the tangles with deft digits.
When he got to the top of her open, pink gash, he allowed his fingers to flow into that living trough. Inside he found so much ooze that it was hard to believe that she just hadn't been gang-banged. Cupping his fingers he scooped up as much of the cream as he could.
"OK," said Ben, "now get up on your feet just a little so that most of my cock becomes exposed. Then I'll rub some of this goo on it."
"Yes honey," the woman said. Slowly she rose up on her feet so that her asshole slowly lifted off of the man's tool. Inch by inch the shiny pink organ emerged from its cocoon of anal tissue until all that was still stuck inside was the fat, purplish tip.
Ben took his hand which was covered with his wife's pussy excretions and spread it up and down the length of his cock. His hand was so covered with the stuff it seemed as if he had pushed it into a bee hive and his hand was now covered with honey. This honey, now spread like butter on his cock, would be like good motor-oil. It would make sliding in and out of her rear-end a pleasure.
"Let's ease her back in," said Ben as he put his hands on Rita's shoulders and gave a slow, steady push. He could feel the tight diaphragm of her rectum give and expand as the snake of his penis once more started entering that brownish, earthy cave.
"Oooo honey! This feels much, much, much better!" she sighed as once more the rod of his cock impaled her. Again she started to quiver and shake all over her body, but this time out of joy and sexual arousal. Even her large tits shuddered slightly, making the red tips vibrate into a blur.
"What a sweet asshole you have," said Ben now that his penis was completely buried in the elastic orifice. "I'm only sorry that we didn't try this much earlier. But on the other hand, it is nice to do something for the first time, this late in the marriage. It makes it all so exciting again!"
"And you're cock feels different in my ass than it does in my cunt! It feels bigger and harder."
"It probably is bigger!" exclaimed Ben, "Shit, Rita, this is the best place my cock has been in years!"
"Oh yeah? Where was it a couple of years ago that was so much better?"
"The first time it was up your cunt!"
Rita hugged him with all of her effort. She found that when she did that, the muscles in her ass tightened. It was easier, as it turned out, to control the pressure she exerted on his cock, when it was in her ass than when it was in her pussy.
She began to use this simple fact: squeezing and releasing those anal muscles she was able to play with his inserted peter as if she was holding it in her hand, or in her flexible mouth. Meanwhile she was rising and falling on the buried instrument with a regularity that was driving him insane. She could feel the way his body was trembling below her. He was breathing hard, and his mouth was wide open.
"It feels so good!" she said. "It even feels better than it did with Mike, though it didn't hurt as much when he put his in."
"Mmmm" was all her husband could say as his mouth was once more sealed over her whoopers and sucking furiously on that soft flesh. Forming a vacuum with his lips, he drew that powdery orb in between his teeth. With those teeth he gave her soft bites.
They were rocking and rolling on the toilet seat! Rita's hips were rocking forwards on his thighs, and then rolling backwards towards his bent knees. Every time she went forward, Ben's mighty cock would rush head long into the deep channel that lay between Rita's flaccid ass cheeks.
Everytime that she rocked backwards once more, his penis would slip out, bent slightly the wrong way so that there was a little shiver of pain.
In this position Rita's clitoris was rubbing against the very thick bush of Ben's pubic jungle. Up and down it pulsed against that hairy mass. It was like rubbing a piece of glass in a sheath of fur: it created static electricity which sparked and glowed. It sent shivers of nervous energy up her spinal cord to her over-loaded brain!
"I'm going to come soon!" whispered the girl into Ben's ear. The whole inside of her body was turning to jello. At the same time, the muscles on the inner surfaces of her pelvis were tightening tighter and tighter until she thought that section of her would just snap from the pressure.
Faster and faster did she swing her hips forwards and back, rubbing her clitty on the woolly pubes of her husband. The inside of her ass tingled with the tremendous force of the thick organ that was buried in it. She could feel the rubbery, nutty walls of her ass conform to the mushroom shape of her husband's prick. It was churning up her inner-fluids as a butter churn might turn cream to butter.
Her fingers dug into his scalp; her teeth buried themselves in his shoulder; her thighs crushed inward; her toes curled!
"IIIIIEEEEEEKKKKKK!!" she screamed as the in-sides of her ripped out in a long extended orgasm. Her head leaned back and she screamed again and again, rattling all the fixtures.
"That's it baby!" Ben said trying to get her to come even harder by tossing his legs this way and that below her so that she seemed to be a spinning top riding on the thin spike of his cock.
And earthquake was passing through her as the tremors continued to roll the length of her soft, female body. There was nothing she could do, she was helpless as the over-powering sensations spilled up and down her nervous system and opened the valves to all of her inner organs. Ben's ear was shattered from all of her screams!
Ben stood up, grabbing a hold of his wife by her big rump. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around his waist so as to hold on. As her center of gravity was thrown further back, his hands moved to her waist. Now her head was thrown far back, and hanging in fact upside down with her long blonde hair falling to the floor.
Ben walked from the toilet, through the bedroom door and over to the bed with his wife hanging off the front of him like some gigantic appendage. His powerful arms and hands supported most of her weight, though her legs, wrapped around his waist held up their share. And some of the weight was being supported by the firm cock that was still deeply buried into the orgasmic woman's ass! Even as he carried her across the room she was coming a mile a minute, a climax per second!
He laid her back across the bed so that her ass just hung off the end. This was a good height for him to work from. By this time his own excitement had grown to the point where he could no longer control the way his hips were banging away at her rear end. Faster and faster they pumped, and with each new oscillation, in and out of her meaty rear end, his cock would zing!
"I can't hold it any longer!" he at last shouted out. His hips had become a blur as his tempo had doubled then tripled. Her asshole, now completely loosened up, received his weapon with as much ease as an extremely turned-on cunt. In this position, with Rita lying on her back, the lubrication was even better than before, as her pussy-gook was rolling right down into her ass-crack.
His fingers grabbed hold of her flanks and bit into them leaving small red marks. His teeth clenched tight as did his eyes.
"SSSSHHHHHHHUUUGGGGAAAARRR!!" he screamed as the juice that had been building up in his balls came winging out into his wife's tender, tingling asshole.
Wad after wad of the creamy boiling stuff flew out the slit in the tip of his cock to go splattering against the inside of her rectum. It was as if his cock was a six-shooter. Barrel after barrel clicked into place and the cartridge went off. Her anus was steaming and smoking from his sperm!
Faster and faster did his hips thrust his exploding tool into that soft rear-hole, that swollen hole between her soft white orbs. And each time his hips pushed his penis in anew, out of his cock would burn another wad of come.
Her ass, already scrumptious, was now a swamp with his own juice mingling with hers. His pumping action became faster and smoother, there seemed to be no friction at all in the velvet interior of her ass.
How many spasms his body under went he couldn't count. But he knew that by the end his knees were growing shaky, turning to putty.
When the last of his dewy droplets of salty white came spewing out of his plunging cock, he had no choice but to collapse atop the woman who now held his seed in her asshole.
His cock turned once more into the soft member it normally was, though it remained embedded in the girl's rear end. It felt good there.
Rita lay still on the bed. She had come so many times her body did not quite feel solid, it felt like a shuddering jar of jelly!
Ben pulled his worm-like cock out of her hole and rested beside her. They were both breathing heavily; it was after all, the first time they had ass-fucked together.
"That was extra-special!" said Rita at last. "I'll always remember this fuck for the rest of my life."
Ben smiled at his contented wife. "I'll remember this fuck too. But shouldn't we go to sleep now? I already see that the sun is coming up. We better get some shut-eye. I have the day off tomorrow and I was thinking that we could invite those kids over."
"You just want to get into Cher's pants," said his wife.
"I hope you're not jealous, after all, you've already been in her pants!"
"Of course not, I was just teasing. Actually I can't wait to see your face as you're screwing a young girl. I've never really been able to see your face cause when I come I have my eyes shut."
"And likewise, I'll get to see you squirming around on the end of somebody else's pole. That should be quite a sight. I really want to watch that leaky box of yours in action. Honest to god, you put out more cream than any other two girls I know combined."
"Talking about it isn't helping at all!" complained Rita who just felt up her cunt to see how it was doing. "I thought you wanted to go to sleep? How can I sleep if I'm all horny from talking about sex?"
"I don't know how you're going to sleep, but all I'm going to have to do is put my head on the pillow and zonko ... "
Just to prove his words he laid his handsome face down on the feather pillow. One second later he was snoring.
Rita lay down next to her man. She cuddled up against his strong warmth and put her arms across his hairy chest. She loved him, and now that their new sexual life was about to begin, she loved him even more.
In two more seconds she was asleep right along with her husband.
CHAPTER 5
"Morning dear!" she heard a voice say. Slowly with great trouble, she got her eyelids to open. The room was filled with sunlight. Her husband was standing above, casting a long shadow across the bed. In his hands was a tray. It smelled real good.
"I brought you some breakfast."
"Gee that's swell of you Ben. This is the first time you have ever done anything like this. What's happened to you?"
"Nothing my dear, nothing. I guess I've just fallen in love with you all over again."
"And all I had to do is let you fuck me in the ass! I hope I don't run out of new things for you to do to me. I want you to love me for a real long time."
"Now, now," said Ben, "it wasn't because of the ass-fucking per se, it was, well ... because you care about me. And now I can see that!"
Ben laid the tray of food out over her lap. It had little feet so that it could stand up without wobbling all over. She looked the meal over: there was scrambled eggs, toast and jam, steaming coffee, a few slices of bacon and a big orange.
She took the juicy orange in her hands and dug her finger nails into its pulpy skin. Back she tore the orange flesh exposing the glistening inner flesh. Droplets of dew rested on the moist meat. She peeled off a single slice of the fruit and popped it whole into her mouth. The tangy flavor made her lips pucker. A small drop of saliva drooled out the corner of the mouth.
"So are you going to call those kids?" Ben asked. She noted a slight amount of impatience in his words. Rita hoped that she would remain his loving wife and not become some sort of pimp for his needs.
"How about letting me finish my breakfast?"
"Oh sure, I'm sorry," said the man. He poured himself a cup of hot coffee from the pot which was sitting on the tray.
"Do you think we could get into trouble by fucking around with a fourteen year old kid?" asked Ben sipping at his Java.
"Sure, if it wasn't Cher. She doesn't want to tell anyone because then she couldn't get any more adult cock. And anyway she balls with her father."
"No shit! Maybe we should have a kid."
"Just so you could fuck her? Well, what if it is a boy?"
"Then you get a fucking partner," said Ben. But Rita could see by the way that he was smiling that he was just joking around.
Rita finished the breakfast in a jiffy and got cleaned up. She put on a small sun suit with a very low neckline so that her cleavage could be easily seen. The way the supports in the suit held her tits out, those jugs jiggled nicely whenever she moved.
"OK, I'm going to call them now, so keep that pecker of yours ready," said Rita as she went over to the phone with her address book in her hand.
She dialed the number quickly. Ben stood near so that he might hear both sides of the conversation. The phone rang three times at the other side of the line before it was picked up.
"Hello."
"Hello, Mike? This is Mrs. Smithfield."
"O hi Mrs. Smithfield. How are you doing?"
"Just fine thank you. My husband Ben is home and he is very interested in meeting you and your friend Cher. So if you two would like to come on over this afternoon you would be more than welcome."
"That sounds just great. I'll have to call up Cher, but I think she would want to meet your husband, especially after the things you said about his cock."
"You just tell her that they're all true. And that he is hot to prance, if you know what I mean."
"And you too?" the boy asked.
"Me too. With Ben's blessing. In fact, he is looking forward to seeing us two together, as he thinks that that will bring him back to the good old days when he first screwed me."
"Well unless anything comes up, we'll be over there in about an hour. I'll let you know by phone if Cher can't make it."
"OK, we'll be looking forward to seeing you. Bye-bye."
"Bye-bye."
Rita turned to her husband. "Looks like it's all set."
"Just hearing you talk about it has made my cock hard. I don't know how long I can last with a teenage girl. I might just come spewing forth. Then I'd be real embarrassed!"
"Well, then why don't I suck you off before they come over, then you won't be so quick to pop that cork of yours."
"That's a first rate idea," the man said lighting up at the thought. He knew that in his balls was one hell of a big stash of sperm. Enough to fill his wife's mouth to overflowing. And he liked it when she blew him when he was that horny because he liked to watch her try and drink it all down.
"Where do you want to do it?" she asked.
"How about in the kitchen? We haven't done it in there in a real long time!"
"Fine with me. And I can coat your donger with maple syrup and lick it off," Rita said with relish.
The two walked arm and arm into the kitchen. They cleaned off the kitchen table and spread out over it a white tablecloth that draped over the edges. Mr. Smithfield laid down in the center of the cloth as if he was the main course of dinner. Which is what he was.
Mrs. Smithfield went to the cupboard and took out the large bottle of maple syrup and set it down on the cloth right beside Ben.
"Let me undo your pants," she said as she unbuckled the belt and unsnapped the top button of his pants. With a flick of her wrist she unzipped the zipper. Out popped the cock as if it had been on a spring like a jack-in-the-box.
She pulled his trousers down to his mid-thighs. He wasn't wearing any underpants so she could see his whole pubic region.
"It really is quite pretty," she said as she gazed over his long pecker that rose out of the incredibly thick bush of his pubes.
"Do you really think so?" asked Ben who was enjoying being looked at in this way. He felt very naked lying out on the table in this way. He felt as if she could almost do anything to him.
"Sure I do! I know some women who don't like the way a cock looks, but I think it looks real cute."
"And I know some men," said Ben, "who think that pussy is ugly. But not me! I think that it is one of the pretty things in nature. Prettier than the Grand Canyon!"
"But not as big," parried his wife.
Rita made him lie back down on the table so that he was looking straight up at the ceiling and couldn't see what she was doing. The element of surprise was very important. Already there was a big droplet of cream coming out of the pisshole of her husband's poker. With the tip of her tongue she flicked it up.
"Ooo!" her husband said at the sudden feeling of warmth.
"Sshh," Rita quieted him down. She took the big bottle of thick, brown maple syrup in her hand and undid the top of the bottle. She was thankful that it came off easily, sometimes she had a lot of problems with sticky tops.
Holding the bottle about a foot above his quivering penis she slowly tilted it. Out it slowly dipped in a thick viscous column. It landed right on the very sensitive purple tip of his penis and dripped down on all sides of it, coating the throbbing tool in a brown, thick sheath of sweet syrup.
It pooled in his thick tangle of hairs and spilled down onto his balls. It dribbled into his asscrack and finally worked it's way on to the pure white table cloth. Ben had to use every inch of his will power not to flail about the table in utter ecstasy.
"There! All done!" his wife called out when his groin was completely covered with the ooze. "It looks like a big sundae. I just can't wait to eat it!"
"Eat it! Eat it!" moaned the man whose insides felt like the oozing maple syrup that now covered his genitals.
"MMMMmmm!" said Rita as she held back her hair and bent her head down to feast on the most delicious treat in the world: Maple coated cock!
She started her feast at the bottom and worked upwards. First she licked the sticky stuff off of his asshole. This drove him crazy to feel her small pink tongue flicking against his brown orifice. He could feel that slightly rough probe swirl around in the vortex of maple coated ass hairs. He even sensed that she was sticking it right into the hole of his anus as if it was a small finger. Grabbing on to the edge of the table and grinding his teeth together he tried to contain himself.
Next she deftly cleaned up the inner thighs of her husband. Up and down she licked always carefully avoiding direct contact with his twitching, blood filled member.
In a surprise move she sucked both of his balls into her mouth. Rolling the nuts around in her cheeks she was able to extract most of the sticky syrup off of the skin. When the balls popped out a minute later, they were clean of the sugary fluid.
"This feels just great!" said the man who was almost whimpering from the pleasure.
"It tastes great too!" piped in his wife who was just getting around to licking her husband's muff of black curly hair.
"Do my cock! Do my cock!" he screamed unable to take her mouth being so close yet so far away from ultimate pleasure.
"I'll get around to it," she whispered into the hair that she was cleansing strand by strand. He could feel each tuft of hair being pulled into her oral cavity, washed around in a thick soup of saliva and then thrust back out.
At last she came to his towering cock. It had been some time since she first poured on the syrup so that it was drying and caking a little.
Holding the base of the stick in her small hand she covered the purple cap with her puckered lips. Her perfect white teeth clenched in around the rim of the cap; her tongue dug into the pisshole. Back and forth she corkscrewed her head, rubbing the cock one way and then the other.
She could feel the weapon in her hand strain at the throbbing blood that was surging through it. It was an interesting thought, that the very softness, the very succulence of her mouth was what was causing his cock to become so god damn hard and slick.
Bowing her head forward she felt the hard snake wind its way deep into her throat. At last she could grip the very root of his manhood with her teeth. He moaned out as she licked the last of the maple syrup off of his crotch.
Now, instead of being the dull brown color of the syrup, his cock glistened with her warm spit! Her pelvis crinkled and shook under the warm, moist breath of the woman. Now that it was no longer sticky there, she let her hair go. It spilled all over the very sensitive front of his thighs.
He reached with his hands and held on to the top of her head. In this way he could move the head up and down on his cock at precisely the right speed. Not that it mattered much. In about three more seconds, he just had to let his sperm fly!
With his hands he forced her head to remain right where it was as his gism went leaping out of his nozzle like water out of a fire-hydrant.
"WWWWHHHHEEEEEE!!" he screamed out as his hips shuddered and his body thrashed about.
Into the woman's mouth poured a huge quantity of pure white, sizzling juice. The first spasm alone filled her cavity to overflowing. He heard a small gagging noise when the second spattering of cream came pouring out and into her tender mouth.
His supine body was wracked with pleasure and was tossing about the kitchen table with such violence that Rita thought he might break the fragile thing. But she didn't have too much time to think of such things. Ben's hands were keeping her head directly over his spouting penis and shot after shot was pouring in. She was having a hard time breathing.
At last the major spasms stopped, and out of the top of his cock flowed a steady flow of white lava. This she sucked into her mouth and swallowed down. It made a very salty treat after the excessive sweetness of the syrup.
When his penis could no longer stand up by itself she let the soft thing fall from her lips. It slunk back down between his legs where it looked like a big slug, or maybe a very fat worm.
"They are cute!" said Rita looking at the thing, "particularly when they're soft." She touched the thing and felt it indent under her finger. She lightly stroked the underbelly of the soft cock, milking out of it some of the fluid that was still trapped inside. A small droplet formed at the very tip. She wiped this up with her finger and spread it on her lips as if it was lipstick.
"It keeps them young and full," she said.
"I bet!" answered her husband. "If it works so good how come some one hasn't put out on the market a gism cream to keep girls cute?"
"How do I know?" said Rita. "But if someone did put it out on the market they would make a million bucks. It's so all-purpose. You could use it as a perfume, a face cream, a lipstick and a lotion all in one!"
"Maybe you've got something there. But where do we get all this cream?"
"You make these little pumping machines. Sort of like dildoes or vibrators for men. They stick their cocks in and out comes the cream. And we, the company, pays, say, three dollars for each ounce. When we sell it, we dilute it quite a bit of course."
"Do you think you could actually get men to do that?"
"Sure! They get people to give blood don't they? And this isn't at all painful like giving blood is!"
"Maybe you've got something there. If I ever get out of the pollution control game I'll go into the gism game. If that'll be all right with you?"
"Sure, it's all right with-me," said his wife, "and maybe instead of using machines, we'll hire women to suck the men off. They'll just have to be careful and not swallow it. We'll put bowls out for them to spit the come into."
"I think that you're thinking too much about this problem," said Ben as he hitched up his pants. "Shouldn't those kids be here soon?"
"I guess so, but they said it wouldn't be for an hour and I don't think that that much time has gone by yet." But just then there was a ring at the doorbell. "Looks like they're here!" said Rita as she ran from the kitchen to get the front door.
Ben moved into the bedroom and waited for his wife and the two kids to come up. His cock was as hard as a rock even though he just had a blow job ten minutes before. The idea of getting into the panties of a fourteen year old girl was very exciting. He just kept imagining the sight of teenage twat tightly bound in a pair of pink underpants.
When he looked up from his reveries there in the doorway was his wife and the two teens. Whatever he imagined that Cher was going to look like, that was only half as good as she actually looked.
"Hello there," said the man, "I'm Mr. Smithfield. I think that you know my wife."
"We sure do Mr. Smithfield!" said the girl candidly with a big smile that showed off her perfect white teeth.
"My name is Cher," said the young nymphet whose little tits were bobbing under a nearly sheer shirt. Her twat was bound in by a pair of white short-shorts that left no doubt as to what the shape of her twat was.
"And my name is Mike," said the big healthy boy. Rita was hanging onto his arm in a very suggestive way. It should have made Mr. Smithfield jealous, but he couldn't seem to take his eyes off of Cher and her long dark hair.
"Why don't we join Mr. Smithfield on the bed?" asked Rita as she led the two over to the bed.
"I want to undress you Mr. Smithfield," said Cher, "that is, if it's alright with you Mrs. Smithfield."
"I think we should get one thing clear," said Rita, "I think that this should be a no holes barred meeting. You two can do whatever you want to either of us. And likewise, we'll be able to do anything we want to you. Is that fair enough?"
"Sure is!" piped up Cher as she leaped onto the bed next to Mr. Smithfield. She placed her small hands on the bulge in his pants and rubbed it lightly.
"Doesn't Mrs. Smithfield take care of you? From the feel of this pecker I would say that you hadn't been laid in a week."
"As a matter of fact," butted in Rita, "I just gave him a blow job before you came over. He's just hot to get into a young girl's pants." Both Rita and Mike got up on the bed to watch the show of Cher stripping down Ben. Mike laid his hand between Rita's legs and twisted it back and forth, just to get her primed up.
Cher deftly undid the top button of Ben's pants and slowly slid the zipper all the way down. His cock was caught over to the side and the young girl had to insert her hand into the pants to draw that tool out.
As soon as she wrapped her tiny fingers around his big prick Mr. Smithfield moaned out loud. "Your hand feels ... so damn good!"
"Thanks!" said the girl. "You sure do have a big dick!" She let the cock came out of his trousers so that she could get a good look at it. She could see the big purple cap and the long white shaft that was covered with knarly veins. The most unusual feature was the bag of balls that swung below the peter. Cupping these in her dainty hand she bounced them lightly around. When she squeezed them a droplet of male-goo came out the tip of his cock.
"Mind if I lick that off?"
"Hell no!" said the man who was so horny watching the fourteen year old girl playing around with his dick that he was ready to shoot his wad, right then, up into her face.
Cher held on to the big organ with both of her hands, much the same way that a girl holds on to a baseball bat. The only thing that was left showing was the crown of the penis. With a quick movement she inserted this purple hat into her pink, lush mouth and sucked hard.
"Oh, Christ! That feels too Good!" Shouted the tormented man as he shook and wiggled all over the bed like a fish just caught. Mike and Rita laughed at how sensitive the big man was! He couldn't even hold up under the pleasant torture of a girl's mouth.
Cher finished taking off the man's pants. Rita in the meanwhile, taking Mike's hand out of her crotch temporarily, took off her husband's shirt. Ben was the first of them to be totally naked.
"What a handsome body!" exclaimed the young girl upon seeing Ben's hairy body and large muscles. "But what a fantastic cock!"
Ben's dong was standing straight up in the air and even waving around a little like a patriotic flag on the fourth of July.
"My pussy is just a big pot of cream from looking at that thing," continued Cher, "would you mind if we skipped the foreplay just this time and let me sit on that bad looking thing. I really need it bad!"
"It would be my pleasure," said Ben.
"Let's undress her for him," said Mike who was already on top of the young girl and holding her down. Cher giggled to feel his boyish weight on top of her, but she pretended to struggle just to put on a good show.
Rita, with her husband looking intently on, unbuttoned each of the buttons on the girl's gauzy blouse. When the material fell back her childish tits were revealed. The nipples that crowned the milk-white towers were standing on end. Unable to control herself Rita tweaked the tops of those two orbs and watched the girl shiver below her touch.
"Now her pants, take off her shorts!" demanded Ben whose cock was the hardest it had ever been just from watching the child being stripped by his wife.
"OK, OK! Hold on to your horses. We have all day."
"You better hurry up though," contradicted Cher, "or I'm going to pee in my pants from being so excited."
Rita unhooked the catch at the top of the shorts and drew them slowly off the girl's well made legs. Under the shorts she was wearing only the scantiest of briefs that gave pretty much of an unobstructed view of her little quim. Ben could easily see that under the thin material was a thick swath of pubic hair. The dark color could be seen through the off-white of the panties.
The crotch piece of the girl's underpants, which was nothing but a double layer of the diaphaneous panty cloth, had dug its way deep into the child's pudenda. All three of the onlookers could see how the outer lips of her pussy were nibbling into that crotch piece.
"And now for the finale of this show!" said Rita who was enjoying her role of de-clother. Into the tight elastic, waistband of the panties Rita put her fingers. With a slow steady tug she drew the damp article of underclothing off of Cher, exposing, now in the raw, Cher's vagina and the thick mat of pubic jungle that covered it.
"It's beautiful!" exclaimed Ben who had never seen it before. "I really like the way the hair is parted to show off the pink gash in the center. I can even see her clitty!" Not only could he see it, but he stretched out his finger and lightly stroked it. He could feel quickly how damp that whole area was. The girl, who was still being held down by Mike, struggled with throes of pleasure with the touch and strained against her captor's hold.
"Let me go!" the girl shouted when Ben finally inserted his finger up her slot, "Let me go! I want to fuck him and I want to be on top!"
"What do you think?" asked Mike. "Should I let her up?"
"Yeah," said Ben, drawing his finger out of her hole and sniffing it, "I think I would like to fuck her from on top!"
Mike let the girl go. Cher, like Ben, was now completely naked, while Rita and Mike still had their clothes on.
Cher took over the direction of the show, if for no other reason than naked, she was the most lovely person there, though it would be a much closer contest once Rita stripped down.
"OK Ben lay back on your back."
"Anything you say."
His cock rose straight up into the air, a perfect leaning tower of Pisa!
"Now there's quality!" said the girl as she ran her finger around the rim of his penis. "OK Mr. Smithfield, your gonna get yours right now!"
Straddling the prone man she lined up the top of his sword with her pink slot. Using her fingers as clamps, she held back the flaps of her vagina so that he could have a clear shot at her deep hole.
Lowering herself slowly down, the tip of his cock was the first to touch that damp wound in the crotch of the girl. He could feel with his super-sensitive probe the open membrane of the girl's labia.
"Ahhh!" he sighed as she continued to sit down. The whole head of his pecker rose up into the inner recesses of her mushy channel.
"Oh it's so big. It's stretching the rim of my cunt!" moaned the child but she continued to sit further and further down.
"Does it hurt?" asked Ben, not wanting to inflict pain.
"A little," said Cher, "but the pain is nothing compared to the joy of having such a big fucker in my pussy!"
"You look so cute up there on my husband," said Rita. She was watching the man's long cock slowly get buried in the yielding flesh of Cher. There was still a few inches of man-rod out of the girl's cunt, but that was sinking in as well. Would there be enough room for that long shaft, wondered Rita to herself?
Cher was squatting over the man when she finally got down to the bottom; when she finally got the whole rod up her quivering quim.
"Oh, you don't know Mr. Smithfield! It's so filling! A girl just loves to have this big of a dick stuck up there. Aren't I right Mrs. Smithfield?"
Mrs. Smithfield turned out to be too pre-occupied to answer right away. In the front of her pants, without bothering to take them off, was Mike's hand. It had found the slit that it was seeking and was engaged in stroking the woman's bud-like clitty. A stain was forming in the center of the pants. No cunt secreted more quantity juice than Mrs. Smithfield's.
"I guess we'll have to take care of ourselves from now on!" said Cher to the man who was moaning and groaning underneath her. With his cock thrust up that very tight, young twat, he could hardly care less what his wife was doing right next to him with the boy who mows their lawns. All he cared about was the sex-hungry girl who had begun to bounce lightly up and down on his hips.
He could feel the rich tangle of her bush as it touched the insides of his thigh. And he could feel the way her pussy lips were lightly kissing the length of his shaft. It was warm and moist inside, perfectly lubricated. Neither too wet so that it was nothing but a swamp, nor too dry so that his cock felt rough and scraping.
"You're hole is wonderful!" is all that he could say as she continued to rise and fall on his pole. Her little breasts, looking like white marble door knobs, shimmered with the exertion of the sexual romp.
"If my hole is wonderful," she said, "then you're cock is fantastic. I've never had such a perfect fit. You know, I have a tight cunt, but that doesn't mean it can't handle big tools. It just means that I keep my pussy muscles in shape."
"Are they ever in shape!" exclaimed the man. He was holding Cher by the hips as she continued to-go up and down. But now he moved his hands to the back of her neck and bent her forward at the waist. Her weight shifted to her knees and her tits came down right to Ben's passionate lips. With a suck of warm breath he drew her nipples into his mouth and bit down on the chewy nubs with his teeth.
"OOOoo! Mr. Smithfield!" the girl cooed, "They're so tender. You shouldn't bite them so hard!"
"Sorry," said the man. He moved his hands up to the back of her head and tangled them in her long, thick hair. Pulling downwards he drew her face to his. His lips contacted hers. With his tongue he pried open the supple lips of the girl and drove that oral probe deep into her wet, pink mouth.
In a manner that showed experience, she retaliated by driving her own tongue into his mouth. Back and forth the two tongues parried as if they were battling over which one owned the damp interior space between the joined lips.
Cher ran her slightly rough tongue along the teeth of Ben, and then between his teeth and inner lips. Ben cringed at this feeling, for the gums there are critically sensitive.
Running his hands around to the back of the young girl, Ben gripped either of her ass-cheeks in his hands and pulled them apart. Mike who was dividing his time licking Rita's melons and watching the action between Mr. Smithfield and Cher, couldn't help but notice the now completely visible brown orifice of Cher's. He pointed it out to Rita.
"Look it there," he whispered, "doesn't something as lovely as that deserve a good licking."
Rita stared at the alabaster rear end of the child and saw the way in which her husband's hands were pulling the two flaccid mons apart, revealing the crinkly brown diaphragm.
"You're goddamn right! I think I'll do the job!"
Rita got up and crouched between Ben's outspread legs. Cher's smooth buttocks was directly in front of Rita's face. There were so many possibilities Rita didn't know where to begin. For one thing, in the bent over position that Cher was in, Rita could easily see her husband's rod slipping in and out of the girl's pussy-hole. The first thing that Rita did was wrap a few of her fingers around the emerging cock and felt it slip through that digital ring. She was impressed at how hard the cock was, and how wet!
She wondered if she might not be able to shove her finger up into the girl's womb at the same time that her husband's weapon was in there. Crooking her first finger she placed it against the back of Cher's vulva, which was easy to get to through the girl's legs, and pushed it in. It fit, even if it was a tight fit! She could feel Ben's prick sliding past and she could feel the warm inner walls of Cher's vagina responding to the entering and exiting cock.
She popped her finger out of that over-crowded channel. The digit was covered with the sticky fluid one finds in an over-excited twat. Just perfect for lubing up an asshole!
Placing the finger on the raisiny, puckered hole Rita could feel the sphincter muscle contract every time Ben's cock slid into Cher's hole. It must have been some sort of involuntary action! With just a minor push at the right moment, into the anus, elastic and meaty, went Rita's finger!
"Yeeeoooww!" screamed Cher who now had Ben's cock up her pussy and Rita's finger up her ass. The husband and wife team began pumping away at the girl in tandem. When one pushed in, the other would pull out and vice versa. It wasn't very long before Cher was moaning away as she rocked back and forth above the supine man.
Rita took her free hand and slipped it under the belly of the quaking girl and slid it up until her hand touched the hanging tit of the teenager. Using hand motions that one would use to knead bread, Rita kneaded and massaged Cher's small jugs until the tips, red and cherry, were as hard as small dried peas.
Cher was shaking about violently from all the various stimulations the married couple were giving her. Her innards felt like they were turning to liquid, her breath was turning to fire. Whatever was left of her muscle control was being expended in keeping her hips bouncing up and down. In and out of her hole slid the man's thick member, vibrating deep into her soul, setting her pelvis on fire. The bones of her lower torso were quivering with vigor.
Meanwhile, pulsing in time with her own tingling sensations, Rita's digit was banging away at her bung-hole, pushing in and out of that tight ravine.
It was with a shock that Rita felt something entering her own cunt from the rear. It didn't take long to figure out that it was Mike's long prick slipping in for a rear entry.
"Ahhh!" she sighed, "I was waiting 'for that!"
"Me too!" added Mike as his hips started to fling his cock around inside her very wet cunt with wild abandon.
Soon all four of them were blazing away in their various passions, though they were all moving together in coordinated motions.
Ben was literally in heaven with his cock up the pussy-abyss of a teen angel. His huge prick burrowing ever deeper in that soft, orgasmic hole.
Rita was enjoying to the utmost buggering the young girl with her finger while squashing her small tits with her other hand.
Needless to say, Cher was having the most fun, being the center of this human sandwich and getting screwed in both holes at the same time. She was lost in moaning and wiggling about. The discharges flowing from her cunt hole were pouring down and pooling on Ben's stomach. Her dainty mouth was blowing hot moist air into his face.
Mike, who had been the last to join into the festivities was having as much nookie as any of the others. He was fucking at Mrs. Smithfield's cunt from the back side. His penis was slipping in and out of the thick lipped vulva which was accessible under the ass of the woman.
All four of them were huffing and puffing away on the bed. The bed was shaking away as if it was a fifth partner in the sex act. All four of them were simply dripping with sweat; a pleasant odor was rising from them all, a combination of sex-juices and perspiration.
Ceaselessly Mike corkscrewed his long peter in and out of the corn silk covered pussy of Mrs. Smithfield. He could hear the married woman stammer and gurgle from the pleasure his sword was giving her every time he thrust it anew up her cunt-hole; her hole of ultimate joy.
With a kind of sordid fascination Rita kept up the tempo of her finger frigging of the young girl. It was interesting to see how her finger would sink into the fleshy interior of the teen's rectum. And when she pulled her finger out, the outer skin would pucker outwards, as if attached to her probing digit.
When her finger would lie all the way into the girl's ass, she would wave it back and forth, troubling inner organs that were not used to being touched so directly. She could feel the electric shivers that were shimmering through the youth's body; little tremors which broke apart her bones and vibrated her inner muscles.
Obscenely the fourteen year old girl quivered her hips up and down on the older man's dick, stroking with sadistic regularity even in the throes of sensuous passion. Her cunt was pouring forth juice and creams which were being beaten by the throbbing cock into a lather that was soaping up the lower regions of their bodies, making them give off suction noises every time they slapped together or pulled apart.
Ben, lying on his back could feel the small body of the girl bouncing around on his pelvis as if she was a living jumping bean. He could feel his cock buried in the tissuey furrow of the girl's cunt; he could feel her thrashing about, unrestrained and totally without morals.
Four humans, two adults and two teens flailing about, burning smoldering, undulating, fucking on one bed as if they were all one person. Genitals, hands and feet, organs, mouths, and assholes all intertwined and interlaced into one big orgasmic whole, ready to shoot off, ready to come in one large, gooky climax that would reach the moon!
Cher, who was getting it in her cunt and her asshole, not to mention the feel job that Rita was giving her little jugs, was the first to cross the border of no return.
She felt it building up like a lake behind a dam. And then she knew that that dam was going to break. The muscles and the tendons in her lower stomach pulled taut as if they were laces on a leather boot; her eyes shut tight to protect them from the blinding flash that accompanies a huge orgasm. Her legs closed as tight as they could considering the circumstances (a finger up her ass, a thick cock up her pussy), and her hands dug into the bed sheets.
"CCCAAAARRRUUUMMMMBBBBAAAAA!!" she blurted out as the first wave of passion swept over her frail body shaking it, wracking it to the very marrow of her bones. Out of her pussy spewed forth an extra batch of cream. Again and again she screamed until Ben thought he might go deaf.
Her cunt became a vortex, a living whirlpool that was swirling around the older man's penis. He could feel the inner shuddering, the subtle shimmerings, the gross explosions in the teen's tight organ. Her pussy became a seething swamp of boiling girl-cream and there was nothing she could do. He knew that he would shoot off his load in a second if she kept up the fiery fire cracking!
Back and forth she rocked in a out-and-out frenzy, bending his burning tool in all sorts of unlikely ways, some of which were supremely pleasurable, while others bordered on pain.
After awhile her sprawling calmed down a bit and she leaned forward on to his stomach and built up a steady pace. His cock was bent backwards in this position so that the super-sensitive underbelly was rubbing against the slightly abrasive upper surface of her twat.
Stroke after stroke she kept up this rhythm and position for she was rubbing her clitty directly against the man's pelvis bone. For her, this was the best position she could be in for maintaining the glissando of orgasms that she was having. Not to mention that like this, her asshole was pulled open and Rita could ram her curious finger in even farther than normal.
Ben tried to contain himself, tried to keep his gism from rising up the tube of his long pecker, but the coming-girl that was riding him gave him ho quarter or rest. Inch by inch he could feel the boiling come, come closer to spouting like a whale rising to the surface of the ocean.
"HHOOOTTTDDDOOOGGGG!!!" screamed the man as his will power snapped and his hips slammed into the teenager while his cock gushed forth with a fountain of rising cream.
Wad after wad of thick, steaming come went flying to its destination deep in the pulsing womb of her crotch.
Wad after wad splashed against the back wall of her cunt, filling that hole to overflowing so that by the third major spurt, his cream was being forced out the sides of her slot and dripping down into puddles on the bed.
Wad after wad came tearing out of his hole, burning the inside of his cock with its temperature, churning his innards with its force.
His hips were rising and falling like a thick whip, slapping against the child's underside with a fever and a passion.
He was screaming as loud as Cher was. The two of them together were raising the roof and raising the hair on the back of Mrs. Smithfield's head.
Hearing her husband in the throes of passion, and knowing that a fourteen year old sassy high schooler was the cause of him coming that hard turned her on to the point where she too was helpless not to take the plunge.
Again and again she felt Mike's cock bang into her hole, whipping her steady production of cream into a froth of bubbling juice. She could not hold out, nor did she want to. She wanted to come with her husband even if she was one body removed.
With each new thrust of Mike's piston she moved one notch higher towards her zenith. With each new scream made by either Cher or her husband, Rita felt that much closer to the feeling that would soon overwhelm her.
Tighter and tighter did her muscles grow, while at the same time her bones became a funny sort of jelly that didn't seem capable of supporting her.
Her fingers held on to the smallish knobs of the teenager beneath her and pulled tight. Rita's lips sucked at the back bone of Cher. Her ass was fiercely tingling from the constant banging it had suffered from the hips of Mike.
She lost consciousness as the orgasm wholloped her across her skull and down through her back bone!
"CCCRRRRRAAAAAZZZZZIIIIIII!!" she screamed as the first wave of wanton climax washed over her trembling soul. The second wave quickly followed on the heels of the first, and then the third, and fourth, and fifth, and on and on. There was no stopping it and no way to count, let alone think. She became a gigantic pleasure machine moaning and cringing at the end of Mike's tool.
Without being able to control her actions any longer, her finger, which was still jammed up the anus of the girl below her, moved in and out of that tight hole at three, four times its previous speed. Cher's climax was overwhelming due to this fucking-fast finger frigging.
Mike was the only one who hadn't shot forth his seed, hadn't gone over the top of orgasm-hill, flag waving, gun shooting off.
But now with all three persons before him coming head over heels, it was hard for him to resist. It was a truly erotic vision.
He could see Mr. Smithfield on his back coming hard as Cher bouncing up and down over him. Mike knew that Mr. Smithfield's fat dick was firmly lodged deep in the flesh of the teenage girl.
He could also see Cher coming over and over again as the thick cock screwed her in her twat and Mrs. Smithfield fingered her in the ass.
And he could see Mrs. Smithfield wiggling on the end of his poker as if the world was coming to an end. It would have been a miracle if the boy didn't come, and no miracles were forth coming.
With a loud scream his cock went off like an atom bomb during an underground test. He was surprised when he didn't blow to bits Mrs. Smithfield's cunt-hole.
His sperm sizzled into her slot like hot buck shot. It combined with her own thick creams and essences to produce a magical substance that was able to keep his cock hard for longer than the usual time.
But maybe it stayed hard just cause Mrs. Smithfield had one hell of a sexy ass, and he could feel it swaying against the front of his hips.
He was holding on to the flying woman with his hands, which he had laid on the sides of her waist, just above her hips bones. In this position he could draw her tightly against his own thrusting pelvis and keep her tightly wedged on to his sputtering stick.
And sputter it did! Bomb after bomb of white sperm spewed out pisshole of his pecker while his hands grappled with the gyrating rear end of the lady before him.
At last his own ammunition ran out and his gun fell silent. With a slurping sound he removed his penis from her vagina and fell back across the bed.
And Rita too was exhausted by the fucking she had received. She pulled the plug out of Cher's ass and also fell to the bed.
Cher felt Ben's cock go soft in her pussy. He was spent and there was no sense trying to fuck a dead horse, as the saying goes. With ease she raised her hips up and felt the small, soft cock pop free of her cunt's grip. She rolled off to the side.
All four of them rested on the bed, trying to regain their respective breaths. Trying to make some sense of the overwhelming sensations they had just felt. It was, for instance, the first time that Rita and Ben had fucked someone else in the presence of each other.
All four were happily smiling though. The four-way had been a great success and they each took credit for the good fuck for themselves in their own heads.
"Boy! I never thought that a four-way would be four times as good," said Rita at last, breaking the silence.
"Me either!" added her husband.
"Me three!" chimed in Cher. She let her hand wander over to touch the cock that had so recently given her so much pleasure.
"I must say Mrs. Smithfield," said Mike, "your cunt is perfect for rear entry."
"That's what I've always told her," said Ben. "Though I think she's good any old way you want to take her."
"I'm glad you boys enjoy me so much," said Rita smiling at all the compliments that were being heaped on her. "But don't you want to say anything about Cher, here. Personally, to me, to have that kid coming like she did under me was what finally did it!"
"I know what you mean!" piped in Ben. "What a twat! Too bad so much teenage cunt has to go to waste not being used, just saving it for some man in the future."
"That's pretty much changing these days," said Cher.
"I don't have any trouble getting as much cunt as I want," said Mike who was pulling lightly on the hairs of Rita's pussy. At first she kept waving him away, but he was persistent and she just ended up letting him pull as many hairs as he wanted. She could see by the fullness of his pecker that it was turning him on.
"What do we do now?" asked Cher who was fairly bored just lying around feeling up Ben's cock.
"What would you like to do?" asked Rita.
"How about if we all jump into that hot tub of yours and get cleaned up. And get fucked!"
"How about," countered Ben, "if we go swimming?"
"I'd like that, but where can we go, where, you know, we can do it?" asked Mike who had stopped pulling Mrs. Smithfield's cunt hairs, but was poling his finger around the flaps of her hole instead. One of his digits was flicking her labia minoria one way and then the other. It was so thin, it seemed nearly translucent.
"You know the Gildsteens, the people who live next door?" asked Ben.
"Sure, I mow their lawn," answered Mike.
"Well they went on vacation and left me the keys to their swimming pool. They said I could use it anytime I wanted."
"Far out!" exclaimed Cher, who was trying to poke her little finger up Mr. Smithfield's pisshole.
"What are we waiting for?" asked Rita.
"For one thing," said Mr. Smithfield, "while the pool itself it private, so that nobody can see us, we still have to go outside to get over there. I think that we better put on our clothes again!"
"Golly," said Cher, "I forgot that we were all naked!"
They jumped off of the bed and on to the floor searching around for the various pieces of clothing they had on originally. Their various shorts, shirts, halter tops, panties and pants were in piles scattered about helter-skelter. It took a few minutes before they all squeezed back into their clothing.
Ben took particular delight in watching Cher slink back into the brief panties that she wore. As soon as she was in them, the crotch piece once more rode up and deeply lodged between her thick outer lips.
He put his hand on the panty-covered rear-end of the girl. "I hear that you like being fucked in the ass?"
"Sure," said the fourteen year-old to the older man, "if it's done well. Maybe out in the pool. Swimming always makes my asshole soft and easy to get into!"
CHAPTER 6
The four of them walked very nonchalantly over to the Gildsteens so as not to arouse any suspicion among the neighbors. For, even though the suburbs were known to be a hot bed of illicit sex it was still taboo to parade that sex around unashamedly. And that goes double when two of the participants are only teenagers and when the other two involved are a young married couple.
"Let's see, I know I have the key here somewhere," said Ben as he searched his pockets trying to find that small metal item.
"Maybe you left it in another pair of pants," suggested his wife who was standing right behind him, tapping her foot with impatience. More than anything she wanted to get into that pool and screw Mike in the water.
"No! I know it's here somewhere," continued Ben.
"Why don't I just leap over the fence and open it up from the inside?" asked Mike.
"That's a great idea!" exclaimed Cher who was hot to get Ben's big dick up her ass hole. Of all the various methods of stuffing a dick into an ass hole, doing it while swimming was the best.
Before Ben had a chance to object Mike leaped up on to the top of the wooden fence and dropped down on to ground on the far side.
"Boy, is it pretty!" they all heard the boy shout from the inside of the yard.
"Well open the gate and let us in!" shouted back Mrs. Smithfield.
"Will do!" They heard him fiddling with the lock's mechanism. The bolt slid back with a metallic sound and the gate swung open.
"Come on in!" said the boy, smiling. "The weather's fine!" The trio which had been stuck on the outside wandered into The Gildsteens' backyard which was dominated by a large swimming pool. The water, rippling slightly from the soft warm breeze, glittered in the sunlight.
"It's beautiful!" exclaimed Cher, "I can't wait to dive in!"
"Go right ahead," said Mr. Smithfield.
Cher quickly stripped off her scanty clothing and stood before the blue-green water in her birthday-suit. The scene was very idyllic, thought Ben to himself. There was the young nymphet, stripped naked, young tits bobbing, narrow waist bending for a dive, a richly matted pussy creaming between her legs.
With a sudden jump, Cher flung herself into the crystal clear water head first. Down and down she went until all that could be seen of her was a flesh colored blob far below the surface.
By the time Ben had his clothes off, ready to join the nubile teen under the waves, she had resurfaced. Her head was bobbing about. Her tits, even as small as they were, seemed to be floating on the surface like two small inner-tubes.
"Isn't anybody going to join me?" she called to the people standing on the concrete deck. "I see Mr. Smithfield is ready!" She looked over his handsome naked form: his big chest, his hairy arms and legs, his very long dong that hung between his legs.
"Well I'm going to!" said Rita, who had been a little embarrassed about taking off her clothes in the out-of-doors. That was just an old hang-up she realized, for nobody could see her back there except the other three members of her party, and they had all fucked her!
Rita took off her clothes and laid them out on a chaise-lounge made of plastic-weaving over a metal frame. First she took off her shirt revealing her large globes. They looked bigger than normal, but that was probably due to the sunlight. Rita realized that this was the first time her tits ever saw the sun in her whole life.
"I hope they don't burn," she commented, "you know that they are pure white and don't have any tan on them to protect them at all. Wouldn't it be awful if they started to blister."
"Why don't I smear some of this suntan lotion on them?" asked Mike who already had the brown plastic bottle in his hand. "This stuff is really very good."
"Sure, why not?" she said. "I'd rather have oily tits than burned ones, if you know what I mean?"
"Sure," said the teenager, "I spread it on my balls whenever I'm skinny dipping. I don't know what burned tits feel like, but I know that burned cock is more painful than a bee sting!"
"Spread it on!"
Mike squeezed a big glob of the white cream out into the palm of his hand. He pressed his hand directly to the tip of her left breast.
"Oooo! That stuffs cold!"
"But it feels sooo niccce!" countered Mike as he began to smear the cream all over the extra-soft skin of Rita's orbs. He could feel the scrumptious flesh yield to his lightest touch, he felt the nipples grow hard as little unripe berries.
"Oh Mike," she cooed feeling his hand swirl all over the powdery exterior of her gland, "let's fuck. Let's fuck quick!"
Mike pulled her in close to his youthful body. Running his slippery hand down the belly of her, he easily slid it into her pants. With a fast motion he opened them and they fell to the ground.
His hand, still covered with the slippery cream, touched the top line of her pubic region. Her pelvis shuddered knowing that pleasure was so close.
"Oh fuck me, fuck me please!"
"Sure Mrs. Smithfield!" he whispered back to her while his hand found its way between her legs. She stood with her legs slightly akimbo so that he could drive his fingers deep into her pussy, or in to her ass, at his whim.
"How about if we do it on the diving board?" asked the boy.
Rita had seen the board when she first came into the backyard but did not think anything about it at the time, but now that Mike wanted to fuck on it, she gave it a good glance.
It was a medium high board, pretty far off the water for just a backyard swimming pool. One had to climb up a number of steps to reach it.
"Looks a little scary," said Rita not sure that this was a good idea for an older woman. It might be alright for a teenager, but not for someone in their twenties.
"But it's perfectly safe. And the bounce is something else! Besides, there is no experience like fucking high in the air. I personally think that there should be prostitutes in airplanes!"
"And what does a good looking boy like you need with a prostitute?"
"Ah gee, Mrs. Smithfield, I didn't mean it that way. I just meant that I would like to fuck in an airplane sometime. Those stewardesses really turn me on!"
"OK, OK, we'll make it up on the high board," said Mrs. Smithfield giving in to her better instincts.
"Hot Cha!" shouted Mike as he began to quickly remove his clothes. Rita was already stripped bare.
They walked over to the board while they watched Ben and Cher frolicking in the water. Ben kept trying to grab hold of the girl's sharp nipples with his teeth. But every time he would get close, the girl would dive under the water and bite his nuts.
When the couple got to the ladder Rita went up first. Mike followed only two rungs behind so that his head was even with her ass as she made her way upwards.
As they ascended he kept thrusting his tongue into her deep, pale white buttocks. It felt so good to Mrs. Smithfield that she stopped half way up and just spread her legs as far as they'd go considering the narrow ladder.
"Eat my ass!" she said as she leaned back. They were half way up, maybe ten feet off the ground.
"My pleasure!" said the boy, who was hanging like a monkey just below the woman. Right in his line of view was her blonde twat, and just above that swollen organ was the chocolate colored hole of her ass. Together, they made up sort of a double-eye. Two holes very close together.
His arms bent and brought his face up to her ass-mons. His own face cheeks pushed their way into the cleft between her ass cheeks. It was warm and moist in there!
Sticking his tongue out of his mouth as far as it would go, and tightening it up so that it became like a pseudo-cock, he touched its warm, softness to the brown bulls-eye.
"Eeek!" she screamed at the feathery touch as if she had just seen a mouse.
Mike could taste her female flavors that coated the downy hairs that resided at the bottom of the white canyon. His pearly teeth nibbled at her soft tissues that composed her saucy rear end.
"What a fanny!" he exclaimed while his lips explored the various depths of her ass. But all and all he enjoyed very much servicing her behind, her tiny shit hole!
At first he just let his tongue spin around the exterior of her wrinkled orifice as if that hole was a small record and his tongue the needle that was playing it. But he wanted, at last, to dive in to that meaty hole, to till the rich, thick soil with the plow of his oral probe.
Lapping at the spot with big juicy licks of his tongue, not unlike the way a dog happily laps at his master, he tried to soften it up, tried to get it to release its buried treasure.
"It tastes so good!" he said though his words were muffled by the baffling of her ass cheeks.
"And it feels even better!" said the woman who was hanging off of the ladder with her hands, so that she was at a slight angle with the ground. This position gave Mike a great shot at her beaver!
"Try to relax Mrs. Smithfield," said the boy, "I'm trying to get my tongue to penetrate your ass!"
"I know, I know!" said the woman with a laugh.
With a pulsing pressure the boy banged the strong tip of his tongue against the closed door of her rear hole over and over. And even though he did not gain immediate access, it was still a thrilling feeling, particularly for Mrs. Smithfield, who was feeling very free and uninhibited hanging from the ladder and being eaten out.
"Lick me! Lick me Mike!" the pleasure-seeking woman shouted and she didn't much care if the neighbors could hear her!
With long sensuous licks Mike did his work. With spittle running out of the corners of her mouth, he politely slobbered over the full butt of the hanging woman.
He could sense that her hips had begun to gyrate round and round, and that the thick tissue of her rear-end was shuddering lightly. Again and again he slurped at the dunghole trying to get it to open, but in vain.
As a last resort, he sealed his lips around that hole and sucked it in. And he sucked hard!
"Yeeoow!" let loose Rita, "What are you trying to do, make me shit in your face?"
But, what ever it was that it felt like, it succeeded doing exactly what Mike wanted: opening that pinhole up so that he could insert his hot tongue.
Not losing a moment, he once more tightened up the muscles in that pink instrument, and shoved it in!
"Oh Lord! Oh Lord!" did Mrs. Smithfield ring out when she felt that animal-like organ worm its way into her most-closed of all holes.
Mike just smiled to himself and kept ramming that tongue of his further and further up into her vitals. Deeper and deeper his stiff oral organ went in a never ending search for the bottom of that bottomless pit.
Rita, meanwhile, was turning into some sort of human-jelly just from the feeling of a living, tasting tongue, deep up her ass. It became hard for her to keep her hold on the ladder, she experienced a sense of vertigo, but the boy did not stop his digging into the confines of her rectum.
"Stop it, stop it!" said Rita, but she was so weak from the ultimate pleasure of the experience of it, that she could not continue the climb upwards. And she could not climb back down, for that would only force her ass further into his mouth. Oh that wonderful mouth! So she just hung on and took it!!
With a cruel slow pace, Mike withdrew his probe from her ass. She felt it slip out and was both happy and sad to feel it go. She wouldn't have minded him licking her out, if it was only in a place where she didn't feel in such perpetual danger. Like in a big bed. But up here on the ladder, stark naked and nowhere to escape to, the tongue that had been twitching deep in her soul, was more than she could handle.
"I think I better get all the way up while I can!" said Rita.
"I think you better. And don't worry about having enough strength to get down again. All you do is jump!"
"What makes you think that I'll have enough strength to swim after I jump, wiseass?" retorted Rita.
It was not too long before they were both comfortably perched on top of the high diving board looking down at the blue pool below them.
"What a pretty sight!" exclaimed Rita when she saw what her husband was doing to that teenage girl, Cher. They were in the shallow end of the pool with Ben standing up. The water came up to his stomach.
In front of him, and lying so that her torso was being kept afloat by an inflatable mattress, was Cher. She was lying chest down with her ass stuck up in the air; her feet were hanging down into the water. Ben had his long dick stuck up the girl. He was walking around the pool, pushing the girl before him. They were both laughing loudly.
"Well here we are!" said Rita, "now what do we do?"
"We could just watch your husband fuck the crap out of Cher. That's pretty entertaining."
"You'll have to do better than that if you want me to stay up here," said Mrs. Smithfield while she shaded her eyes from the sun.
"I wouldn't mind just fucking you," said the boy. "How about if you lay face first out on the board with your tits hanging out over the end. Then I'll come in from the back. You'll feel like you're being screwed in mid-air!"
"If I don't have my ribs crushed first, you mean!" replied Rita. "How about if I just get into the normal, every day position and you just get up there between my legs and shaft me. I sort of like that position no matter what they say. It rubs my clitty the best."
"Fine by me Mrs. Smithfield," said the teenage boy. He was lightly stroking his own cock, priming it, getting it hard.
Rita tipped backwards on the board so that her head was about one inch from the end. Standing up over her, Mike looked down at her. On either side of the creamy form of the lady there was water, though that water was fifteen feet lower.
"You sure are a good looking broad!" said the boy.
Rita looked up at the standing youngster. His cock, since it was sticking out towards her, due to the trick of perspective, seemed enormous.
"I wish you would hurry up and screw me. That cock of yours is making me hungry."
"Hungry?"
"Hungry for some meat ... between my legs!"
"Yes ma'm!"
As Mike kneeled down before the horny woman, looking not a little like a savage bowing before the white goddess, Rita lifted her legs up to her chest so that her cunt and ass were brought out in full view.
Mike placed the slippery thick tip of his pecker right in the middle of the pink gash which he saw open between her legs. In this position, her cunt looked very much like a flower just beginning to open. A mixture of honey and pollen coated the bud.
With his stiff staff in place he fell forward on to his hands. They carefully held on to the side of the board. Under the two of them they could feel the springyness of the platform on which they were about to fuck. With every one of their motions, the board seemed to amplify it three or four-fold.
"This is going to be fun!" cooed Rita as she felt the bounce. "This is better than a water-bed!"
"You can say that again."
Inch by inch Mike was allowing his penis to be drawn into the pink, lush folds of the woman's cunt. He could feel the swampy juicyness coat his sinking tool. A lot of lubrication, he thought, for such a small hole!
Once Mike was half way in Rita lifted her legs up and wrapped them carefully about the boy's back. She was careful not to do it too fast, as any quick motion might throw them off of balance and they would go tumbling to the water below.
"Get it all the way in there!" said Rita who was lightly juggling her hips back and forth so that his pecker would slide in fast. There was a longing from deep inside of her to have the boy's seven-incher all the way up her cunt.
"Calm down," he said to her, "I have my own methods, and if they're mad, well ... too bad!"
"Oh yeah!" and she gave her hips a quick upward snap which sent his boyish tool deep into her womb. "That ends that argument!"
"I guess it does," he said quietly. But he was hardly in the mood to quibble, not with his cock luxuriating in the thick pussycream of Rita's twat.
At first he did not move at all. Just lying there they could feel the natural twitches of their respective organs. These ultra-small movements were enough to keep Mike hard and Rita frothing away.
"Ah, Mrs. Smithfield," said Mike stroking the hair on her head, "what a lovely summer this is going to be!"
"What a lovely summer it is!" corrected Rita.
Mike let his hands wander down to her knockers. They were still slick from all the suntan lotion that he had spread on them earlier. Finding her nipples, he crushed them between his fingers. They gave the way jelly-beans gave when crushed.
"Mmmmm!" said Rita as the boy continued to play with her globes.
"Suck them, suck them for me!"
Mike didn't need to be asked a second time. His head was down on her jugs like lightning, licking, biting, sucking, flicking. Of all the parts of her tits, the part that he liked the best was the under-belly of her balloons, just where they touched her lower ribs. He ran his finger along the crease, felt its smoothness, its velvet surface. Lowering his mouth he let his tongue slide along that lower ridge. Rita sprawled out below him: it may not have been the kind of feeling that brings about an orgasm, but it sure did feel damn good inside!
Mike left his hand down there, but moved his lips back up to the lady's nipple. With small kisses* he outlined her areola. There were small, lesser bumps, which circled like satellites the big bump of her nipple. Each one of these smaller pimples received a kiss in its turn.
"Oh, Mike! Your lips are so hot! They're burning my tits!"
At first he couldn't understand, and then it dawned on him.
"I think what is happening is that the nipples got burned by the sun, so that they are super-super sensitive. I'll be careful. I know, I have a cure!"
He worked up a big wad of spit in his mouth. Holding his head about an inch above the top of her pink nub, he spit out a big glob of his saliva. It dripped out of his lips and landed with a plop dead on target. Now her tit glistened with a big drop of the boy's mouth juice.
"There, now, doesn't that feel better?"
"Actually it does," admitted Rita. The boy's spit seemed to. cool the burning nipple off. He did the same thing to the other mound-tip.
Though they were both concentrating on her tits, their genitals had been speeding up the slow grind they were doing. It was getting towards that critical speed where everything else is forgotten. Rita had already tightened the grip her legs had around Mike's back.
The pubic jungle which lay between their legs was a sweaty, swampy mess. It was hot and electric, it was shooting off sparks and sending nerve-shots up to their various brains. Both of their hips were now undulating.
And with each vibration, with each shudder, twinge and scrunch, the elastic board beneath them twitched three times, slapping them from the bottom.
"It's hard to get your timing correct," said Mike in one of his famous understatements, "but once you get the hang of it, it is dynamite."
Little by little did they time the swinging of their pelvises to the oscillations of the diving board. They could feel the wind blow over their hot bodies as they shook up and down, fifteen feet above the cool waters of the pool.
In and out of Rita's puffy quim did Mike's cock glide. On a perpetual quest for satisfaction, the cock never once broke its stride.
"Oh fuck me! Fuck me hard Mike!"
"Sure Mrs. Smithfield, anything for a neighbor!"
Into the dewy hole the boy's penis would drop and then return. The cunt's vulva would follow closely the motion of the boy's prick, expanding for the thick tip, narrowing for the long, shiny shaft.
His hands slid down so that they were holding on to her lush buttocks while his cock continued to drive piles into her juicy slot. The bouncy board below them was flopping up and down with such violence that they were in danger of being hurled into the air like two flapjacks.
"Here I come Mike, here I come!" screamed the woman in a manner which indicated how close orgasm is to insanity.
"And here I come too!" screamed back Mike.
In perfect unison that shook windows, they screamed out: "IIIIIEEEEEE!!"
Mike's hips flailed away with no sign of being tired or exhausted as each new spasm let fly another wad of thick, milky cream into Rita's hole.
With each new splattering of the boy's sperm, her body writhed and squirmed as if a needle had been driven into her cunt rather than a stream of boiling hot liquid. But it was pleasure, pure pleasure and she continued to scream about it at the top of her lungs.
"Don't stop! Don't stop!"
Fiery wad after fiery wad went scooting into the flaming vortex of Rita's hot cunt. It did not take very long before the cream started to spill out of her vagina and land in large puddles all over the board. Her legs, which were still wrapped around his back, were twitching like frog's legs that were subjected to electric shocks.
And still more cream sputtered out of the boy's pisshole. He could feel it welling up in his balls and then making a mad dash for the end of his pecker. His penis would enlarge itself, almost as if it was a puff adder getting ready to strike, and then spit forth its venom with a viciousness that was startling.
Again and again his hips banged down on the girl. And every time he came down, the board would bounce about a foot in either direction. It was only the fact that his hands had moved from Rita's plump rear end to the edge of the board that kept them from being flung into space and then down into the water, maybe to land on Ben and Cher.
At last his balls spit out the last of the gism. There simply was nothing left. Like a clock running down or an engine running out of gas, his hips ground to a halt.
Rita too had had enough. If one could count the orgasms she had, perhaps it was closer to fifty than ten.
Mike lifted himself off the spent woman. His cock had re-assumed its everyday appearance: a soft, flabby thing with a big purple head hanging down. Sitting down between Rita's legs he looked at the mess her cunt was.
"Has anybody ever told you that you have the creamiest pussy in the whole damn world!"
"As a matter of fact my husband told me that just this morning. If two people say it's true, it must be!" She put her fingers into her slot just to feel how gooky it was. The only cunt she had to compare with it was Cher's lovely little twat. It was true, though it often got damp, it never got THAT damp.
"I wonder if that's why Ben married me, because I have a real sopping hole?"
"I would rather doubt it," said Mike reflectively, "though of course I don't know him as well as you do. But judging by how he's going after Cher down there, I doubt that wet pussy is all he has on his mind!"
They looked down from their perch at the two frolicking people below. Ben still had his cock deep up the soft anal passage of the fourteen year old, though she was no longer on the rubber raft. She was swimming, paddling with her arms to stay afloat, though the cock that was thrust up her ass was keeping a good deal of her above water. At least she would miss it if it was gone.
Every so often, the young lithe girl would spin over on to her back and do the back stroke for a while. This action needless to say, had a rather interesting effect on Ben's inserted member, which didn't turn over. The effect could be called corkscrewing.
At that particular moment Cher was on her back and looking into the sky. She could see the couple up on the diving board looking down at her. Her small tits hobbled a "hello."
"How you two doing?" called down Rita, her pendulous tits waving back and forth over the end of the board.
Ben turned around so that he too could see his wife and Mike high above them. "Just fine, just fine!" he called back.
"How do you like Cher's ass?" asked Mike in a shout.
"Tender as a good piece of roast beef," he answered.
"But I can't figure out why he hasn't come yet," pouted Cher. "I've tried everything I could think. My tail is tired out from flicking back and- forth!"
"You know what it is," said Rita, "it's that the cool water keeps his temperature from boiling over. His sperm just doesn't have a chance to get really steaming!"
"I suppose that you're right," called back the girl, "but still it feels pretty good to be fucked in the water like this!"
"I agree!" said Ben who rammed his cock in and out of her small asshole a few times just to show off.
"There's protection down here too!" said Cher, "if he gets carried away I can splash water in his face!" Which is what she did. He tried to back away from the spray of cool liquid, but his pecker was caught in the tight orifice of the teen.
"Stop it! Stop it! I'll be good!" Ben said.
"That's amazing," Rita exclaimed, "that's the first time I ever heard him give in to a woman, let alone a girl! I think that this new morality is doing him some good."
"Let's climb down and join them," suggested Mike who was getting another hard-on from watching the two fuscksters down in the water.
"I'm with you!" but before she had even time to wink, Mike had stood up on the board, took both of Rita's lovely hands and flung himself, and pulled Rita, off the board.
There was a long second as the two fell through the still air before they hit the wall of clear water that lay beneath them. During those seconds Mike gathered Rita up in his arms so that when they hit the H2O they were as one large cannon ball hitting a lake.
A huge umbrella of water splayed out around them and they quickly sunk under the mirror-like surface. Naked and flailing about the two bodies passionately kissed and felt each other's genitals in a rush of excitement.
At last they rushed to the surface to breathe into their lungs the air they so badly needed.
"Golly!" said Cher, "we thought you had drowned or something you didn't come up for air in such a long time!"
"No, we're quite all right, really!" replied Rita with a breathy sound to her sexy voice. "We just stopped off for a quicky!"
Mike and Rita were in the deep end of the pool so that they had to swim to stay afloat. When Rita swam the crawl her two tits hung down into the water like big sunken ships. When she did the backstroke, they lazily flopped about this way and that, the nipples shimmering with her slightest movement.
Mike's dong was similar to Rita's bazooms. When he swam with his butt to the sky, his cock would hang down into the water looking like fish bait. When he swam on his back, his pecker would flop all over the place on his lap. It looked like a fish that was caught and was lying around on the top of the deck.
But for the moment he was swimming around on his stomach, trying to cool down his body from the bout of sex he had up on the board. Unexpectedly he felt someone nibble at his hanging tool.
He could feel his cock entering a warm orifice that felt even warmer than it normally did because of the cold water his cock had been in just a second ago. He knew that it was Rita under there, and he could feel her little teeth biting into the worm-bait!
Swimming into the shallow end with the woman swimming under him was no easy task, but he managed to do it before she just bit his ding-a-ling off. Once in the shallows he stood up.
Huffing and puffing Rita surfaced, her head streaming with water!
"Oh! It's you!" she said pretending that she hadn't known.
"Look what I caught Mr. Smithfield," said Mike holding up Rita's head by her long hair. "Don't you think we could use her for dinner tonight. I always sort of liked fried girl-fish!"
"Me too, me too!" laughed Mr. Smithfield. "Fried in butter is the best!"
"Well look what I caught," said Rita just to get back at them for making fun of her. She quickly reached under the water and picked up Mike's pecker. "I caught a little squid!"
"That's OK," moaned Cher, "but I still have a squid up my pussy!"
Which was quite true, Mr. Smithfield still hadn't come, but he had moved his penis from her rear hole to her frontal hole in hopes that he would be able to spout off a little quicker in there.
"You mean you're in her cunt now?" asked Mike.
"Yeah, I moved a little while ago. This hole is just as nice as the other. Though her asshole is a little meatier!"
"If you have her front hole, how about if I take her rear hole? She'll just have to sit up and hang on to your shoulders. I'll come in from the backside."
"Fine by me," said Ben, "but that does sort of leave out Rita."
"That's OK fellas, so long as you do the same thing to me after awhile. Anyway, I'm interested in seeing this! Two cocks up one girl! I'll masturbate over in the corner."
"Mrs. Smithfield, why don't you look up in my towel, I think you'll find something rather pleasant there," said Cher.
"Really? What's that?"
"Go look."
While the two men got into position with Cher sandwiched in between them, Rita got out of the pool and found Cher's towel. In it was a little opaque plastic bag. With a great deal of curiosity she opened the bag. Inside was something that looked like a big flesh colored carrot.
"A vibrator!"
"I thought that it might be fun for you to use under the water. You might want to just swim around with that thing between your legs, stuck up your twat!"
"That's real nice of you Cher," said Mrs. Smithfield as she fiddled with the gadget. When she turned the bottom it started to buzz. "Wow! Even holding it in my hand it puts out quite a nice feeling. Are you sure that if I go into the water with this thing that I won't electrocute myself?"
"Oh I'm positive, I use it in the bath-tub all the time. It's a special under-water model designed for deep sea divers who have to live under the ocean for weeks on end!"
Mrs. Smithfield lightly touched the device to the outer lips of her cunt. She could feel those membranes shuddering rapidly with the touch of that plastic pleasure stick. "Oooo, it feels so nice!"
"Wait until you get into the water!" called out the girl who was now being entered from the back by Mike.
Mike's tool found that Ben's tool had already pretty well loosened up Cher's asshole. Into the nutty orifice Mike's pecker easily slid.
"Does that ever feel neat!" said Cher, "it feels like there is one long long cock in me that comes in through my cunt hole and out through my ass! I can't wait until you two start swinging!"
Little by little the two men's hips began swaying back and forth with the teenager trapped between them. In a way that reminded one of two men pounding in a railroad spike, Mike and Ben hammered away at Cher.
First, Mike's cock would ram its way into her tender little anus. At the same time, Ben's pecker would wind its way out of Cher's twat. Then second, Mike's cock would slip out of her tight asshole back into the cool water, but leaving his knob still planted in the fertile tissue, while Ben's prick would slam its way into her cunt.
"Oooo, Ahhh, Ooooo, Ahhhhh!" was all that Cher could say as the two men batted her between them.
Faster and faster did their hips swing back and forth, and tighter and tighter did they crush her frail body between them. As the two of them sped up their pace, Cher held on tighter to Ben's shoulders and tightened the grip her legs had around his back. She pushed one of her heels into the man's butt.
"How does this feel to you?" called Mike over Cher to Ben.
"Feels fine my boy, feels just right. You have a nice steady swing there, I'm sure now that you've been doing all right by my wife."
"Your wife does all right by herself!"
"What do you mean?"
"Just look over there!" said Mike pointing with his chin. There, swimming around on her back in the deep-end, was Mrs. Smithfield. Out of her cunt, which just cut the surface of the water, came the thick back-end of the vibrator. She was moaning and whimpering as she floated around.
"Sure looks like she is enjoying that toy you gave her Cher," said Mr. Smithfield.
"That's no toy. That thing is POWERFUL!"
Though she couldn't hear their conversation, Rita would certainly have agreed with her. The electrified dildo buried itself easily in her damp, slippery cunt. Acting like an egg-beater it whipped the lush hole into a frothing swamp of womanly suds. The outer walls of her cunt were relaxed by the steady vibrations of the lady's helper while the inner walls were stimulated to the point of painful abandon. It was more than any cock in the world could do. In fact, it felt more like ten thousand butterfly wings flapping away gently at the inside of her vagina.
Still, the electric buzz of the tool penetrated right to the bone. Deep in her pelvis she could feel that steady sound, that drilling sensation. The effect was a steady stream of sexual impulses that went rushing to her brain.
With the vibrator between her legs she felt a little like a motor boat scurrying around the surface of a small lake. Though her eyes were open, she couldn't focus on anything, for the pleasure was overwhelming. Immersed in the feeling between her thighs, she became nothing more than a large floating orgasm!
"Just look at her go!" shouted Mike. "She's flopping all over the place like she can't control herself. It's a wonder that she can stay afloat!"
"I think that the flopping around is exactly what's keeping her from sinking," retorted Cher.
"That thing must feel pretty damn good," Ben said as he watched his wife in utter passion, wishing that he could feel that kind of ultimate sustained pleasure.
"Damn right," Cher blurted out, "sometimes I sit for hours in the bath tub with that thing lodged between my legs. The only thing that makes me stop is that I get all prunie from the water. Or sometimes my mother might want to use the bath tub to wash out some of her nylons."
"What if some one else wants to use the bathroom, like just to go the toilet?" asked Ben.
"Oh they do all the time. They just come in and do what ever they have to do. Usually they watch me for a while. I know that my father beats off watching me in the tub all the time. I must be quite a sight!"
"Well, we sure are a sight right now, that's for sure!" said Mike. "Just think if any of the neighbors saw us this way! Mr. Smithfield with his thick dick up your cunt, and my long slim one up your ass. And you sandwiched in between holding on to Mr. Smithfield like a little hot-assed monkey."
"And all of us flailing away in a swimming pool! Woowhee!"
Mike's hands rested on Cher's ample butt. His fingers dug into that soft white flesh of which they were composed. Pulling the mons apart he could slip his rod even further up her rectum than he thought possible. Somehow the water of the pool helped him in reaching deep depths in her shit-hole.
His face laid against the back of her head. Her long hair flowed down her back and was caught between his chest and her broad back. Something about the way the young girl smelled drove him to a region of insanity where his prick felt as sensitive and discerning as a finger.
With his pecker he could feel the inner surfaces of the girl's simmering ass. He could feel the rubbery membranes and the way they stretched for his buried prick. Inside of her, he could feel every last tremble and tremor of her innards as she sped towards orgasm, what with the two cocks sunk into her flesh.
Ben too was having the time of his life with his prick wolfing at the door to her cunt. In and out, in and out he slipped his massive torch, thrusting it into the molten madness her small quim had become. It was still a little hard to understand how such a big dick got into such a tight corner, but there it was, and it felt damn good to both of them.
Cher, who was stuck between the two men with no way what so ever to escape, (if she ever wanted to), was having the best of both worlds.
Up her ass was Mike's slick member with all its flush of youth and vigor of teenage hood. While up her twat was Rita's husband, with his fat experienced donger doing acrobatics in her tight canyon!
In and out, in and out, the two men alternated as they screwed the fucking daylights out of the girl. Both had lost their control and were operating only off of what their balls were telling them. Faster and faster, harder and harder they bashed their pelvises against the sensitive skin of the child. They could not stop, even as their nuts swung slowly through the water between the crotch of the girl like the two pendulums in a coo-coo clock.
Cher was the first one to crash over the border to ever-lasting happiness. Her tiny fingers bit onto the neck of Mr. Smithfield and drew blood.
"AAAAYYYYIIIIEEEE!!" she screamed out as her insides turned to lava. Each and every one of her holes began to palpitate whether it was stuffed with a cock or not. Each of her muscles tightened, and then tightened further so that when release came, she felt like a rubber band snapping back into shape. But immediately after surmounting one orgasm, a second climax began building. Soon, she was crashing over that precipice, and then again and again.
Meanwhile, all the time, the two men didn't let up one iota. On the contrary, to have a young girl squirming in delighted zeal between them, was such a turn on, that both of them speeded up their respective plunging.
"Faster! Faster!" screamed Cher who found the two cocks to be better by far than just one. "Faster! Faster! Faster!" she screamed with urgency in her trembling voice.
With a stomach that was all flutters, with a mind that was a swirl of colors, with tits that were shimmery sensuous glands, Cher came again and again between the two men.
"I can't take it, I can't take it anymore!" let out Mike. Having a nubile nymphet floundering around on his penis was just more than he was able to resist. He moved his hands from her ass and placed them squarely on her young, sharp breasts, so that he could feel her hard nipples in his palms.
Slamming his pecker into her softened shit-hole a mile a minute, swirling the waters around both of them into a troubled turbulence with while foam lapping at both their bodies, he could feel the hot sperm in his balls begin to bubble over!
"SSSSHHHHIIHTTTT!!" the boy bellowed out as the cream rose up his cock-length and went shooting out his tip in long wicked streams. They burst like bombs inside the girl's sweet rectum, filling that channel up so that the hot cream came flying out of her hole even as he pumped more in.
One, two, three major spurts went flying from the boy's living gun into the tender wrinkled hole of her rectum. As she felt the stuff zing in, she rotated around her soft buttocks so that her butt pressed his balls between her ass and his legs. This had the effect of squirting out his gism in double load-fulls.
Four, five, six more spurts came winging out shooting that much more warm, gluey, white come into her asshole. She felt every wad as it splattered against her insides. With every shot she cringed, with every shot she came again!
The only one of the trio not to come was Ben, but the sudden climaxing of Mike, and the overwhelming response that Cher gave to that orgasm, threw Ben into the climactic state himself.
"FFFFFUUUUKKKKKK!!" Ben screamed forth as he felt the burning juice that had been stored in his balls come sizzling up his tubes and go flying into the swampy cunt of the girl.
His whole being tensed for the first explosion, and when it came it nearly knocked him over. He threw out his hands and grabbed hold on the girl's shoulders to keep himself from falling over backwards and sending his seed flying, uncaptured, into the air.
But his second shot, like his first, raced into her womb and flattened out against the back wall of her vagina. She could feel it hit, and she jerked mightily when it happened!
Again and again his hips shot out, and again and again his pecker expelled another hot load of come into her tasty orifice. His hands held on to her strong, youthful flanks that were wrapped around his waist. Her clitty was being pressed with strength against the upper part of the root of his manhood!
He shot out at least ten good, thick blobs of gism before his balls lost their force. The rest of his goo spilled out the pisshole with less oomph, but with the same relieving sensation. Cher's head rolled back and lolled around on her long neck. She, like the two men, was completely spent!
Mike jerked his cock out of her tight asshole and fell back into the cooling water, which acted like a balm on his tired, sore muscles.
Ben then followed suit, leaving Cher to flop into the water by herself. All three of them just floated around, trying to catch their breaths and regain their composure.
They all became aware of the high pitch shrill at the same time. All three sets of eyes looked towards the sound. There was Mrs. Smithfield caught in a corner of the pool, the vibrator still buzzing away full tilt. Out of her mouth was coming a steady scream.
"Golly!" exclaimed Mike, "she looks like she's being fucked by three elephants rather than just one small vibrator!"
"That's no small vibrator," objected Cher who knew all too well, "that device is called "The Big Bomber," and that ain't half of what it's really like!"
Cher swam over to the floundering woman and grabbed on to her silky legs. She had come over just to remove the vibrator from Rita's quim, but once she held the orgasmic girl in her arms she got some other ideas into her head.
The teenager swam around to the side of Rita, so that she was parallel with her large balloon-like titties. Using her mouth, Cher touched the very red tips of Rita's globes. She sucked into her damp, red orifice the red bead that was sticking out the top of the pure white breast, and flicked it back and forth with her tongue. The already hard nub got harder. Rita went into a frenzy!
Keeping her agile lips directly over the cherry red apex of Rita's tower, she let her left hand swing under the floating woman and come up into her lush, full ass. Fingers well practiced in the art of seduction pried open Rita's ass-mons and inserted one of her fingers into the fruity hole at the bottom of that alabaster valley.
Arching her back nearly into a semi-circle Rita accepted the stiff finger. She actually had little choice; she was coming so hard and so often she did not even have the strength to pop the vibrator out of her cunt!
Deep into the doughy rear hole of the married woman did the high school girl's finger probe. With her other hand she held up Rita's head, as the intensity of the orgasms Rita was having made her thrash about like a drunk yo-yo and Cher was a little worried that Rita would not be able to remain afloat.
"AAARRRRGGGGG!!" shouted Rita over and over as wave after wave of climax shattered over her wracked body. Her blonde hair was like a floating halo all about her fade.
"I think I better take this thing out of there!" said Cher at last, though Rita couldn't hear anything but the roar of blood in her ears.
With deft fingers Cher took the end of the sunken vibrator and pulled it free. Almost at once the dreadful thrashing of the woman stopped as if she was an electric appliance herself and somebody just pulled the plug.
Slowly her eyes were able to re-focus, slowly her breath returned to normal.
"Thanks," she at last said to the girl who was still holding the buzzing object. With a click, Cher turned the base 90 degrees counter-clockwise and turned it off.
"You're welcome. I wasn't sure if you wanted it in or out."
"I guess I wanted it both ways," said Rita, "it's just so god damn intense, that it is hard to take for long periods of time. But on the other hand, it feels so good, I didn't want it to stop. I'm glad that you took it out because I just couldn't have made that decision myself. I'm glad that you did, otherwise I would have been out here at twelve tonight still coming like a house afire, if you know what I mean!"
"Do I ever!" said Cher, "do I ever!"
"Did you three finally get off?" asked Rita. Looking around she saw Mike and Ben up on the deck of the pool sunbathing in the nude.
"We sure did! We all came together in one big display of fireworks. My cunt is still full with cream; not even this pool can wash that much away. And my rear end is tingling!"
"Sounds mighty good," said Rita who was treading water. "I think I better get out of the water though, my hands look like the outside of raisins!"
"And your lips are turning a little blue!"
"They are? Well I have some lipstick in my purse."
The two girls flipped themselves out of the pool and on to the deck in a neat little movement that involved placing their hands on the edge and twisting their bodies 180 degrees while in midair.
They walked over to the men who were lying in a sunny spot. As it turned out they were playing a game of chess, with the board set up between them.
"Who's winning?" asked Rita.
"Mike is," said Ben, "he's up by a bishop and a pawn. Though I got him in a tight squeeze now!"
Cher looked down at the board. "Play the rook," she said to Mike.
When Mike made the move it placed Ben's king in check.
"Hey! That's unfair! I can't beat the two of you!"
"Well, you can get help from Mrs. Smithfield!"
"Rita can't play chess," Ben said.
"Yes I can too! You just never asked me!"
"OK then, what do I do? As far as I see I've got to loose my knight."
"Hell no! Block with your pawn, which opens up your other rook, and it's check mate!"
"Son of a gun!" Ben said. "You're a lot smarter than I thought!"
"You'll learn, you'll learn!"
Cher laid down on the smooth concrete and let her tits get some sun. Rita followed suit, lying down right next to her husband. She placed her hand on his rear end and brushed some dirt off of it. Cher rubbed some sun tan oil into her tits and on to the triangle of white that surrounded her cunt.
"What do you folks want to do now?" asked Mike who was putting the chess pieces back into the box.
"I could go to sleep," sighed Rita, "that last orgasm was a killer. I think I got more exercise out of that little thing, than I got out of all the gym classes I ever took when I was in high school."
"Keeps me in shape," said Cher, "when there isn't a man around that is!"
"I know!" said Ben, "I just got a new camera, the kind that gives instant pictures. Why don't we take a few snaps of each other as keepsakes!"
"Let's make em real dirty," said Cher, "so that they'll be more than just keepsakes. If we make them real good, when we need something to whack off with we can use those."
"Sounds good, sounds good!" said Mike who was already on his feet and putting on his pants. "Let's get going and head back to the Smithfield's place. I just love photography!"
They all got dressed and walked back to the house talking excitedly about what it was that they wanted to do other than smile at the birdie. They were all filled with ideas!
It was not too long before they were all back in the Smithfield's bedroom. Ben was getting his camera ready, loading it with film, and putting in a flash cube. The other three were tumbling about on the bed. It felt good to lie down, particularly with two other people.
"It's almost ready," said Ben who was making a few last minute adjustments, "so have ready your poses!"
"I think the first thing we should do is take pictures of each other's genitals, just so that we remember," suggested Cher.
"I think that's a good idea," said Ben who finally got the camera in working order and was walking over to the bed. "Who wants to go first?"
"Cher, Cher should go first," said Mike. "Why don't Mrs. Smithfield and myself pretend to hold her down, while you get a close up of her twat!"
"It's making me creamy just the thought of it!" said the teenage girl.
Mike held on to the left thigh of the girl while Rita held on to the right. They were strong, firm thighs and felt good to the touch. Rita lightly stroked the soft inside of her hams making the girl lightly quiver.
The way they held her legs apart, her cunt gaped open. Ben took the camera right in, and looking through the lens he could see even clearer the magnificent quim of the girl.
"Looks delicious! I don't know how I'm going to take this without shaking."
Ben squinted through the view finder. He saw the rich red ravine that lay between the thick black forest of the girl's pubic jungle. He could see the thick outer labia, they appeared to be swollen, and might well have been from all the fucking the girl did.
And between the outer lips, he could see the twin flaps of the inner lips. At the top and the bottom of the cunt they seemed to join together, but at the top of the cunt they sheathed a nub of sensitive flesh: her clit!
The two inner lips were petal thin and seemed to be of a pink color. They were spread open slightly so that the inner recess could be seen. It was dark and cavernous though the walls could be seen as a deep red color.
"Just beautiful, just beautiful!" exclaimed Ben as he zoomed in on the shot, "now everybody hold still!"
Click! went the camera. And then Click! again, and again.
Ben couldn't stop looking at the swampy volcano her cunt was, for the more pictures he took of it, the more she creamed. The juice had begun to drip out of the opening and down into her ass.
"Just look at your cock!" said his wife. "It's completely hard again, just as if you hadn't fucked her twenty minutes ago."
"I'm sorry, but it is such a beautiful sight. Here look!" He showed them the pictures of the girl's pussy. Sure enough, the pictures were exquisite.
"They look pretty enough to lick!" said Mike who was very impressed. "You can even see some of her cream flowing out of the hole!"
"Take a picture of my hole, if you want to see some cream on film!" said Rita.
"That sounds like a first rate idea," agreed Ben. Cher was let up from her spread-eagle position and Rita filled it. This time Cher took one of the thighs and Mike the other. Rita arched her back a little so that her cunt was in clear view.
"Now there's a cunt!" said all three of them together.
The thin layer of pubic hair she had hardly hid anything at all. Clearly visible was the vulva of the woman and just as easily seen was her deep, deep hole. Out of that hole flowed a steady stream of thick pussy cream. IL flowed slowly, almost like a glacier, except that it was warm, not cold.
Ben bent down to take his pictures but the sight and the smell of her wide quim was just too much. The camera dropped out of his hand to the bed. Mike scooped it up as Ben's lips hit Rita's pussy.
Soon, the married couple was flailing away on the bed with the two teenagers watching on.
"They sure are a nice couple," said Mike to Cher while they watched them fuck away.
"Sexy too!"
"I sure hope that we're like them when we grow up," said Mike.
"Can't see why we shouldn't be," answered Cher. Just then Ben's dick dug into Rita's pussy for the tenth time and out spurted a wad of white cream. Ben backed away letting his cock slide out of the orifice. He pushed Cher back on to her back, and before the second wad of cream was released, he jammed his rod in the girl's twat, and finished off in her. A wonderful end to a beautiful day!
