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Naughty And Nubile ....(68k)    by Unknown

FOREWORD

I took that massive cock of his and let it burn into my tits. The cock head pulsed with a life of its own.

It was so big that it appeared to be alive. It seemed like the cock was the owner and the boy the sex part.

I became inflamed at the mere sight of it. When I touched it my senses went wild. I was seething with passion.

I took my mouth and laid a big wet kiss upon the bulbous tip. It was warm in my mouth. It tasted sweet and inviting and I yearned to draw come from it.

I pressed it to the roof of my mouth and drew in my cheeks. I felt the shaft stiffen and lurch in my grip. I pulled harder, sucking like a lust-crazed whore.

I felt his come rising and then his cock exploded and filled my mouth with come instantly. It dripped out from my lips and rolled down my tits. And I kept swallowing.

CHAPTER ONE

"Come here, darling, and rub my breasts."

That was mother calling. She wants me to oil down her body. She says it helps keep her skin looking young and fresh.

Mother is careful to treat her large breasts with extra care and attention. That's why she's calling for me right now. She wants me to rub her breasts.

Ever since I was twelve years old I've been doing it. You might think us a little strange, but really, we're not. We're a very average pair, she and I.

I walk into the bedroom where both mother and I must sleep. We've been out of work for about six weeks and this apartment was the best our budget could afford.

I walk into the bedroom and I see that she has her blouse off. She is removing her bra and preparing for the rub down. My eyes fasten on her big nipples.

Mother is very proud of her breasts. She considers them her best feature. So do her lovers. Mother had had many lovers ever since daddy passed away.

I watched her cup those firm globes in her soft hands. She is careful not to scratch their meat with her long and sharp unpainted fingernails.

Most people consider mother a beautiful woman. They say I take after her. I certainly hope so. I adore my mother and worship the ground that she walks on.

I go to her dresser and take the bottle of baby oil and walk over to her. She is massaging her breasts that have been encumbered in her bra all day.

She does not like to wear a bra because her breasts are so large and wide across that it is difficult for her to find the proper shape and size.

She has been out looking for work all day. She lays back on the bed and I help her to wriggle out of her skirt. Then I remove her high heels and stockings.

Her feet are burning from walking the streets all day. I take them in my little hands and rub the sore arches. A soft sigh rushes from her mouth.

Her long brown hair fluffs along the pillow as she digs her head into it to rest herself. I continue massaging her feet and work my way up her legs.

"Mother, don't get comfortable if you want me to rub your breasts."

I toss her the other pillow so that she can prop up her back. She leans forward and I watch those huge jugs wiggle and jiggle like mounds of jelly.

I love to ease a little of her discomfort whenever I get the chance. Her brown eyes are very weary and her lids half closed. She is dead tired.

I don't like to see her this way. She works too hard and deserves better than this. Mother has taken care of me all by herself every since the day daddy died.

I put some oil in my hand and then place it on a breast. It, too, is very hot. Mother's face is flushed and her eyes closed. Her nipple springs to life.

This happens nearly every time I rub her down. I watched the nipple fill with blood. It shines like a red light bulb from the oil that makes it glisten.

It is nearly as red as my painted fingernails that run over its surface. Mother sighs delightfully. I can feel the steam lifting from her body into the air.

She relaxes into the bed as both my hands encompass her huge bulbs. Her breasts are fine specimens of flesh and blood. Their skin is perfect in its texture.

Not a flaw mars their tender surfaces. Mother has always been in the habit of oiling down her body. It keeps her body looking vibrant and younger than its years.

Let's see, mother must be thirty six now for I am sixteen. Ever since daddy's death she's been forced into making our way as a maid. He left us nothing.

I am sorry that she has to take that kind of work. It is miles below her proper station. My mother should be a queen , or a goddess, and I love her dearly.

I cup both of her massive breasts in my hands and gently encircle them. I rub the oil into their flesh, and run my thumbs over her engorged nipples.

Once I was nearly tempted to kiss one of them. I was massaging her breasts just like I am now and the urge hit me. First, though, my clit started tingling.

But before I could do it mother had bolted up. Now, the same urge hit me. Her fabulous bulbs were springing to life right in front of me and turning me on.

I could feel my cunny start to stream juices inside my pants. I felt my face become flushed and my mouth dry. The webs of my thumbs squeezed the nipples.

Mother purred like a cat. Her eyes were still closed. I could see the tension in her face begin to dissipate. She was totally relaxed putty in my hands.

She was beautiful.

Relaxed and at ease.

Her firm nodules of flesh were mine to fondle and drink in with my eyes. It was thrilling to think that one day my titties would be as big as hers.

Already they were bigger than most girls my age. In fact, no one the age of sixteen that I knew had breasts as large as mine. I was very proud of them.

But they weren't my best feature. Unlike mother, I had blonde hair. My eyes were green just like my father's. But my figure was a beautiful as mom's.

We both had very firm and rotund ass-cheeks. Anytime I wore tight fitting jeans men would always whistle. Sometimes they even made lewd remarks.

But mother showed me how to cavort myself so as to stay out of trouble. Still, things were plenty different today since mother was a child. I wasn't even a virgin.

It wasn't that mom set a bad example for me or anything like that, though she could have all the lovers she wants, it's just that I'm a lusty young girl.

Is that a crime? Before I started fucking I was a chronic masturbator. Is that any better? So what if I enjoy my body and use all of my delectable charms.

I worked my hands down to her belly. I took more oil and rubbed down to her luscious thighs. The meat was tanned and bulged up from my gentle kneading.

I ran my thumbs along the edge of her panties. My palms caressed her inner thighs, and then along the shapely vee of her pelvis, my fingers sneaking inside her silk.

This was a game we always played. I nudge my fingers closer and closer to her cunt seeing how close I can get before she stops me. My nails are on her lips.

I expect her to murmur for me to stop but there is no such admonition forthcoming. I can feel my own nipples rise up as I get closer and closer to her gash.

My fingers are probing her pink cunt lips. I can see her form through her silk panties. Her eyes are closed as if she is asleep, but her nipples are firm and round.

I venture to twiddle her clit between thumb and forefinger and mother bolts awake. Before she can say anything I whisk her panties down and off her cunt.

"I told you just my breasts, Missy, nothing else."

"Sorry, mom, I though it would help you to relax."

That's true enough. I could see from the look on her face that the long day had been wrung out of her by virtue of my tender fondlings. She looked radiant.

I lay beside her on the bed so that I can stroke the length of her upper body. My hands inn over both breasts feeling their massive weight and squeezing them.

Sometimes I caress her belly and watch the flesh bunch up between my fingers. When I feel that she is primed and ready I stretch my hand to her cunt. i give it a quick swipe or two over the lips before she has time to complain and then resume pawing her breasts. Her cunt is sensitive but her breasts more so.

I must confess that it is not the same with me. My cunt is very hot and always burning. I think I could have sex all day long, if I had the chance, that is.

Before I started fucking I used to masturbate all the time. I mean day and night. Sometimes my cunny would be red and raw and drained of every last drop of dew.

Perhaps when my titties are as big as mother's they will be as sensitive as hers. I try to follow all her best habits, like oiling them whenever I get the chance.

I run my hand down her cleavage, and then when I come to the nipples my thumb plays with one and the red nails of my middle and fore-fingers touch the other.

Mother sighs delightfully and lets her voice run down like an engine turning off. I keep my hand where it is a few seconds while working it and drop down.

I run it across her belly very quickly and then move it onto her pussy. For a moment her legs spread open an inch or so. Then she turns herself over.

"Rub my back and thighs, will you, dear?"

I can see her massive breasts bulging out from her sides as they mash into the bed. I pour out oil onto her back and then spurt some on her ass.

Mother's ass is as vivacious and chunky a sight as mine. I used to like to look at my ass in the full-length mirror while I stood in front of it and jerked off.

Mother and I both have the kind of ass mounds that kiss the backs of our thighs and tuck underneath them. No matter what position we are in, our asses look like bulbs.

Beside the fact that they are very chunky and firm, and that men love to fondle them and knead them like dough, our asses are very sensitive and give us much pleasure.

I know so much about mom's personal life because I've seen her in action many times. She doesn't know that I know, because I used to eavesdrop on her lovers. Mother is a very passionate and lusty woman. She enjoys her body immensely. That's why she's letting me caress her ass and thighs right now without saying anything.

I know this, so every time I rub her down I try to work my hands along her sensitive parts to see how much she will let me get away with. I really love her body.

I'm fond of touching and probing every inch of it. She is a scrumptuous woman. I heard a man tell her once that he would love to eat her with a spoon.

That, of course, is impossible. But I know what he meant, that is, what he was trying to say. Mother's body is enough to make you pop a vein.

The sight of her could turn on an impotent man. I mean, I know that for a fact. It concerns another one of my eavesdropping adventures, but that's another story.

I place my middle finger in the crack of her ass and rub back and forth once or twice. It is a momentary teasing but I did feel her pert brown hole.

I keep greasing her ass, reveling in the touch and sight of her glistening and gleaming ass mounds, and try to work my way covertly to her gash.

I keep teasing her brown hole whenever I get the chance. I make believe I am massaging the bottom-most part of her buttocks but really running my palm on her brown hole. My juices are flowing quite freely now inside my tight designer jeans. My nipples are firm and hard. I'm clearly aroused. I bite my lip to stop a sigh from rushing out.

I pour some oil on the back of her thighs and rub it in. I can't resist squeezing the flesh and watching the light catch her flesh as I make it bulge forth.

I sneak my palm to her inner thigh and rub a few times to mask my forefinger that is mildly stroking the lips of her flowering gash. She does not stop me.

I fight hard to hold back a moan of pleasure and look up at her head. Her face is buried in both pillows. I wonder if mother is getting off on my rubbing.

Maybe she, too, is fighting to choke off a hot gasp of excitement. I knead her curvaceous ass-cheeks firmly in both hands and enjoy their meaty feel.

I savor every inch of her. My hands start at her feet and bathe them in oil. Then I run them up the back of her calves and delay a long moment at her gash.

I simultaneously grap her buttocks and part her gash ever so slightly with my thumbs. I hold there managing to run my long thumbnails up and down the lips of her pussy.

I hear a very soft, muffled gasp issue outwards from around her head. I keep on playing with her ass and 'accidentally' probing her budding cunt.

"Darling, you're supposed to be rubbing my back. Concentrate on that."

Ohhhhh, God, how I love my mother. She's the best. The absolute best. She did everything in her life for me. Her strong back is what has carried us this far.

Without her I'd be roving the streets right now like some cheap young whore. She has taught me, without her knowing it, how to deal with evil men.

Having the kind of body, along with the face and features, that I have is a sure ticket to trouble. Unless you know how to take care of yourself, like me.

Of course, there's no reason that I can't enjoy myself in the process, is there? What's a little pre-marital fucking to enliven an otherwise dull existence.

I guess men think that beautiful women have an easy time of it. I mean, to them, what could be a better life than a cunt's! Men have weird ideas about women.

A woman doesn't need any money, goes their logic, if she's beautiful, for she can always get a man to take care of her, as long as she's willing to put out.

But it's not that easy, believe me. There's animals out there. And you can't tell the good ones from the bad ones by the way they dress. Clothes are misleading.

A well-dressed man means nothing. The cruelest rogue could be hiding behind that garb. Yet women can't resist that type, especially if he's handsome.

I guess in that respect mother and I have the same problem. Horny devils that we are, we are always settling for some hunk of flesh over a nice guy.

But what the hell, you only live once. I learned about death at an early age, when daddy passed away. Right then I was determined to enjoy myself while I was young.

If you don't take chances you'll never get anywhere. That's why I was 'Accidentally' pawing mother's gash. I was curious to see how she would take to it.

And doing it afforded me much pleasure. I resumed my massage on her back and eased off on my fondlings of her gash. I could see that the lips had parted open.

Her clit must be rubbing against the bed sheets. As I stroked her back, I pushed her back and forth so that her clit would be teased in the process.

I was right. Her clit was swollen and protruding put of her gash and rubbing against the stiff linen fabric. Her face was very red. Her breaths were heavy.

"Okay, Missy, I think I've had enough. You can stop."

"Are you sure, mother, really, it's no trouble."

"I'm fine now. Straighten up, I have something to tell you."

It was then that mother proceeded to tell me that she had found a job, a very good one, in fact, that promised a lot of money for it was as a maid for a rich man.

The man lived in his own estate. We were to have our own servants quarters and everything. Mother had told them about me and they said I could live there too.

I was thrilled. We could leave this flea bitten apartment that was way too small for the both of us. I mean, when mother needed a lover she had no privacy.

She was too embarrassed to ask me to leave, or even admit that she was up to something. But she didn't have to explain. I understood. I picked up and went to a movie.

Normally, I would have stayed and watched her fuck and jerk myself off. But I had done that so many times before that it no longer held any interest for me.

I knew exactly how mother fucked, and in every position she liked, and knew exactly what kind of men it was that she liked. She liked big burly men.

I don't think I ever saw mother get down with a man who had a cock smaller than six inches. She had an uncanny knack for choosing men who were well-endowed.

I had a suspicion that mother had a well for a cunt. I couldn't be sure, but all indications were that mother had a huge box, the kind a cock could get lost in.

Invariably her men always feverishly played with her tits, because not only were they massive and inviting, but mother when completely bonkers when they were made love to.

I don't know how many men had sucked on those breasts like they were starving babies, but their meat still remained fresh and firm. They were just perfect globes.

And her ass, of course, made a vivacious sight when she was on her hands and knees and turned it up. I saw more than one man's mouth gape open from its sight.

All in all, mother's features and charms were enough to seduce a priest. And when she was in action and fucking like mad her best talents revealed themselves.

She was an excellent cocksucker. Everything I learned about sucking a cock properly I had learned from her, from kissing the head to gobbling the staff down my throat.

I knew from my own experience that that drove men wild. Where mother learned it I do not know. But she sucks a mean cock, and better than anyone I know.

Once I caught mother fucking with a black dude. It was a few years ago and I had got home from school early. I was always horny, you know, after school.

Invariably, the first thing I did upon entering the house was run to my room and take off my clothes and get ready to masturbate in front of the mirror.

I was fond of laying down on the floor of my room in front of the full-length mirror with my legs spread wide open and my wet gash gaping.

I watched myself play with my clit and thought of sucking and fucking cocks. All kinds of cocks, black ones and white ones, and even blue and red ones.

But that day I didn't have to think of anything. There was a fantasy taking place right in front of my eyes. They were so busy they didn't see me enter.

I snuck up the stairs and watched them intently through the banister. Mother was on her knees, her face flushed and her mouth stuffed to the brim with cock.

He sat on the couch and her big tits rested on his leg. She jutted her ass up so that her cheeks parted and two of his fingers were stuck up his ass.

Mother lovingly mouthed his rock hard black pole and it glistened with her spit. He moved his fingers in and out of her fast and she was bucking into them.

She was very hot. Her cunt lips were an angry red color. Her nipples had bloated to an immense size. I was flabbergasted at the sight, and my clit tingled.

As I watched her suck hard on his cock, drawing her lips around the bulbous cock head and sucking it in her mouth, I pulled my pants off and spread my legs.

I concentrated my gaze on two things, her drawing mouth and his fingers that raced in and out of her brown hole poking into her flanks as if they were made of clay.

Mother's moan of pleasure was muffled by the cock stuffed in her mouth. I fingered my clit hard and watched her raise up and then plant herself atop his cock.

To my amazement, that sturdy black pole did not lodge itself in her dripping pink hole, but instead pierced into her budded-open ass. I was astounded.

Mother's hand reached around and helped the huge staff to push up her tract. There was look of pain on her face but her throaty moans were ones of pleasure.

She seemed to be enjoying the pain of entry. It was then that I realized that mother was truly a lusty woman, who liked all kinds of cock in any of her holes.

Her only criterion in judging a cock was that it be big. The black dude's cock certainly filled the bill in that respect, and it throbbed in her hole.

Mother was letting out deep grunts of pleasure. She had lost all control of herself and was sucking the man's tongue into her mouth. Her ass bobbed up and down.

It was hard for that big cock to lodge all of itself up her smaller tract for it was hard and stiff and very wide across. But mother was determined.

She held onto the man's broad shoulders, and with a fierce effort managed to lodge that thing firmly up her ass. Her luscious ass pressed against his sac of balls.

Once firmly engulfed, the dude grabbed her chunky mounds and beat her up and down on his cock. I saw mother's eyes rolling in her head, her mouth gaping.

Her big jugs jiggled in front of the man's face and he captured a blood gorged nipple inside his sucking mouth. I saw his tongue flicking like mad .

Mother took her hand and pressed his sac of balls against her hot ass mounds while she jumped up and down on his cock. She was hot as a firecracker.

So was I. I had two fingers strumming in and out of my cunt at a furious pace. My other hand was on my swollen clit and tweaked it, hard, then very hard.

I saw mother take her other tit and placed the bloated nipple into her own mouth. When I saw that I became inflamed and bolted a third finger up my hole.

Mother then took her hands and spread her ass-cheeks wide and then slapped them closed. For an instance I caught an unimpeded glance of that cock's penetration.

The pink ring of flesh that was the rim of her ass-hole was stretched to an unreal size. The ring of flesh encircled the base of the staff and gripped it.

As mother raced herself up and down on the cock, she kept her ass-cheeks parted so that all of the hot cock pierced upward and into her boiling bowels.

Each time she sheathed the instrument up to his balls. When the cock head banged against something inside after each poke she let out a lusty moan.

She built up a feverish rhythm on that cock, all the while keeping her ass-cheeks spread wide and revealing to me the pulverizing fuck she was giving herself.

Both my ankles were atop the banister so as to allow my fingers total access in plunging in and out of my gaping cunt. Suddenly, mother pulled off him.

The cock head popped cut of her hole and it slowly resumed its former shape. She went to her knees and took his shit stained cock in her mouth.

I saw her mouth it whole and lick the staff clean as a whistle. Then she laid on the floor purring like a hot cat and mauling her massive breasts in her hot hands.

Her tongue flicked out of her mouth and beckoned for the dude to drop his come in her mouth. He hovered above her and snapped his cock to the point of orgasm.

As he was about to come he bent his knees and put the head to her open mouth. A heavy gob of scum bursts from the tip and went directly into mother's mouth.

He pumped his whole load along her lips and cheeks. Mother kept capturing big gobs of scum on her tongue and swallowing it down, savoring every drop.

I felt my gash begin to glow and then a spasm rocked through my body. I plunged my fingers faster in and out of my cunt.

As the dude wrung out his cock in mother's mouth, I came. I watched her tongue run along her come-stained lips.

When there was no more come to be had she smiled like a contented kitten. The dude kept his cock in her mouth and she cleaned it.

And no one ever knew I was there.

CHAPTER TWO

"Kenny, quick, it's that time again. Let's go."

Randy was out of breath. She had hurried downstairs to get her brother. Their parents were at it again.

When her father was home they often fucked in the middle of the day. The strange thing about it was that they had just been fighting like cats and dogs.

"Look at them, Kenny, look at them go. Wow!"

"They're really horny this time. Mom's real hot."

On of their greatest pleasures was to gather together in the attic and watch their parents fuck from the overhead grating that had once served as a heating duct.

The old mansion that Kenny and Randy lived in with their rich parents was full of such nooks and crannies like this one. They knew every inch of the house.

Kenny's leg pressed closer to his sister's as they watched their parents fucking in the bedroom down below. It was crazy this time, mom was practically on her head.

Her back was on the floor. Her legs was pulled back so that her ankles were up around her head. On her feet were a pair of sexy black high heels.

Her cunt was gaping open and her red-tipped fingers played with the folds of her cunt, especially the clit. Father held his cock in his hand.

He stood by her flanks and helped her to keep her balance in the wild position. He took his hard cock and corkscrewed it into his wife's gaping cunt.

The hole had already been budded open from his previous entries. Randy had not caught them in time and the two siblings had missed the preliminary foreplay.

Their mother's face was beet red. The blood rushed to her head from a combination of her upturned body and rising heat. Her fingers constantly played with her clit.

While her husband reamed his cock in her wet pink hole, she kept her gaze fixed upon his entry and clutched at his cock with the palpitating cunt lips.

The siblings loved to catch their parents fucking. It was the best part of their lives. Though they were rich, the children never seemed to get out much.

And now it was summer vacation. Without having to go to school, they had absolutely no reason to ever leave the mansion, which had everything a child could want.

Each had their own playroom. There was not an invention or toy that their rich father hadn't laid on them to keep them off his back and out of his way.

Brenton Carter had inherited his money. He had borne children so that he could have legal heirs. Everything else about being a father disinterested him.

He had married a truly gorgeous woman. Randy and Kenny's mother had been a showgirl. That's where their father had met her. They heard the story many times.

Mrs. Cater was, right now, very passionate. She loved to fuck in lewd positions. It really turned her on. And Brent never had to be convinced about kinky sex.

At times, Livinia Cater thought her husband was truly a pervert. The things he asked her to perform were unbelievable. like eating his come and the like.

Once, he even asked if he could piss on her. Livinia had, of course, denied him that. It was degrading, she thought. But then one night she was drunk.

That night she had sucked off Brent's cock to it was bursting from its seams. She was very tipsy from drinking too much at the big bash they had attended.

After he had fucked her in every position, including her ass, he came and she was still hot. But there was nothing left for her save his limp dick.

Brent ushered her into the bathroom and took advantage of her weakened condition. He sat her down on the bathtub and then prepared to piss on her pretty face.

Livinia was no raving beauty, but she was pretty in a sexy way. Her face was sort of puggish and gave a man a slutty impression of her, especially with her body.

It was Livinia's body that was her most charming feature. Her breasts were just the right size and were firm and proud on her chest; her waist, supple.

Her ass was a fine specimen of sculptured flesh that molded to her curvy legs and appeared to be raised up just a fraction of its own accord.

Her very long and finely skinned legs were marvelous when viewed from a profile, and her ass-cheek and leg seemed to be one heavenly joined form.

Brent's limp cock wavered in front of her face for a long moment and then the piss flew out of the tip. It fell onto her forehead and down her cheeks as she closed her eyes. She felt the piss run off her chin and onto her breasts. It was hot and not at all an evil-smelling elixir, it streamed onto her tits and she opened her legs.

The yellow trails continued down her belly and ran onto her hot cunt. She moaned in pleasure and then opened her mouth and her husband pissed in it.

She dare not take a gulp, though she dearly wanted to, for fear of retching, but she let her mouth well-up with urine and then roll out of her lips.

He took his cock and aimed his stream of piss at her gaping cunt. Her moans increased with intensity as his steady flow bounced directly on her throbbing clit.

She leaned back on her haunches inside the bathtub and spread her legs wide. His piss fell on her gaping pink hole and she strummed her clit hard.

She watched with her eyes bulging out her sockets as her husband pissed on her lap, cunt and thighs, and then aimed his stream at her trembling tits.

Four other sets of bulging eyes watched as their mother was pissed on by their father. There was another grating in the attic, right above the bathroom.

Kenny became so inflamed from the sight of his mother liking the fact that she was being pissed on that he left to go to his room to immediately jerk off.

Randy, however, was too mesmerized by the debacle to leave her place. She had watched her brother leave and then raised up her nightgown to strum her clit.

She watched her mother take her father's piss-stained pecker into her mouth and lovingly suck on it. Her whole voluptuous body glistened with piss.

Kenny couldn't decide which event he liked better, his father pissing on his mother, or the one he was watching right now. It was sure getting him hot.

Randy was hot too. He could tell by the way she was breathing. He wanted to touch her but couldn't. His father told him it was forbidden that time he had caught them.

But Kenny didn't want to think about that now. He wanted to watch the way his father's cock corkscrewed its way into his mother's fully exposed gash.

The black hairs of mother's cunt were wet with the juices that had sprayed out of her cunt from his father's cock plunging in and out of it.

Sometimes his father withdrew his cock from mother's pink hole just to watch how it was stretched out. He let it close a little before sticking his cock back in. And he would always turn his cock with his hand as he moved it back into her. Mom watched as his cock disappeared from view and went all the way inside her.

Then she let out a little hot squeak, and then Mr. Carter jumped up and down slamming his cock into her gripping hole. Both their faces were very red.

Randy particularly liked the way her mother played with her clit the whole time that her father pushed his cock in and out of her cunt. It was very swollen.

Her mother's brightly painted, red glossy fingernails scratched the bloated nub, and her fingers parted the cunt lips and twiddled with them.

Mr. Carter pulled his cock out and pushed his wife's legs further in the direction of her head. The children could see very clearly their mother's brown ass-hole.

They had seen their father fuck their mother in the ass many times before but never in this lewd position. They could see everything this way-both holes.

Mr. Carter took his finger and slashed it deep into his wife's cunt. He wriggled it around a bit, causing her to squeal, to make sure it was good and wet.

He pulled it out of her roost and lifted it to his nose and took a good sniff. With the tip of it dripping with his wife's dew, he shoved his finger in her ass.

The children saw their mother's flesh quiver from the force of impact. When her trembling stopped, her impaled loins began to tremble of their own will.

Their father's finger probed from side to side in her ass, budding it open to eventually accept his blood gorged stanchion. Livinia's ass spasmed.

Kenny had to shift his position. His hard cock throbbed in his pants and was mashed inside his underwear. His eyes were glued to his father's probing finger.

The finger pulled out of her. It was brown. Mr. Carter reached it to his wife who stuck it in her mouth and licked his finger clean as whistle.

The children watched as their father took hold of his cock and directed it toward their mother's budded-open ass-hole. Her cunt was a fiery red color.

The cock head poked into the ring of muscle and then became lost in the membranes. Brent let up on his thrust to savor his wife's palpitations on his cock head.

It felt like the folds of her tract were snapping on his throbbing head. Ripples of delight pulsed through his hard cock making him spasm delightfully.

Grabbing his wife's ass in both hands, he moved his cock head deep inside her loins. Mrs. Carter's curved flanks began to convulse uncontrollably.

She felt impaled on her husband's cock. She watched him brace his feet to gain some leverage for his final plunge. Then it happened. He split her!

His cock was lodged bone-deep in her bowels. Her spine felt like it had been replaced by his hot cock. In this position, he had been pierced into her especially deep.

The entire length of his ample cock throbbed inside her. Her ass-hole seemed to grip and form around it and perfectly sheathe it like a fleshly vessel.

Her bowels felt like they were boiling in oil. To ease her pain, Mrs. Carter began to vigorously strum her clit, that was swollen and dangled out of her cunt lips.

Randy swore that her mother's hard scratching fingernails had caused her to cut herself. Her gash was so red it looked like it was streaming with blood.

But it was not blood that was dousing Livinia Carter's gaping cunt, but the sweet juices of her own hot love dew, inspired by her husband's cock in her ass.

Her pain began to die down as she furiously pulled at the lips of her cunt and darted two and three fingers in and out of her hot pink hole.

She kept fiercely fingering her clit until the nub was bloated and raw. Her cunt looked as if it were on fire, to match the flames in her hot loins.

Her husband began to move his cock in and out of her flaming ass. The children had a clear view of the penetration, and marveled at their mother's suppleness.

Randy did not know how her mother could stand that thing up her ass. It must hurt terribly. But the way her mother panted did not sound like pain.

Kenny watched in rapt attention as his father long dicked his mother's ass. With each stroke he brought the cock head totally out of the brown hole.

Every time that happened his mother's ass-hole stretched to an unbelievably large width. The hole looked bigger than the one in her cunt. His father corkscrewed in.

like Kenny, Brent Carter gazed fixedly at his wife's tender hole opening and closing as he drew his cock in and out of her. The rim was sucking in his cock head.

With the tip of his prick lodged, he summoned up all his strength and wickedly drove his pole especially deep inside his wife's ass. Livinia's eyes rolled.

"Oh Brent, that was wonderful. Do it again."

Had Randy really heard those words? Kenny had no trouble in understanding his mother's plea. She could see how she must really loved to get fucked that way.

Randy's eyes focused on her mother's cunt, while Kenny's beady irises latched onto the spectacle of his mother's deeply penetrated ass, savoring every plunge.

Their father began the new rhythm that their mother had requested. To Kenny, Brent Carter was just being a good husband; to Randy, her father was a brute.

His fierce rhythm brought his cock totally out of her confines before plunging back inside of her with the full force' of his weight-ahhhhhhhhhh ...

Mrs. Carter's eyes stuck up in her head. Her blue eyes were completely hidden from view. Nothing showed through her half-closed lids save the whites of her eyes.

Her husband pinched her clit. She let out a squeak like a stuck pig. She was powerless to move a muscle in her upturned position, and her husband took advantage.

Livinia Carter knew better than anyone that her husband was a rogue and a cad. He had an insatiable appetite for sex, and had scores of women on the side.

But right now, with her cunt in full flower and her loins seething with passion, the only thing on her mind was her own lust, and the cock that pumped in and out of her.

That was the most important thing. Not who it was, as long as it was a cock. She had given up years ago on the notion of romantic love, and settled for her fate.

Being the wife of a rich man had a lot of advantages, even if it meant submitting to a wicked ass-fucking every now and again, not to mention piss drinking.

A common tart like herself had no right to complain about anything. She knew that her husband had married her because he had a weakness for whores.

But what the fuck, there was worse fates than this one. It was better than pimping herself off, and having some cruel buck for a boss. That had almost happened.

When she had been a showgirl she often turned a trick or two that had earned her quick cash. There was even a porno film mixed in there someplace.

She had even told Brent about it-oh God, how he was fucking her now-and, of course, he fell in love with the idea. He was more passionate than ever with her.

Nothing seemed to bother him when it came to using her body. He had pawned her off on all his jet set friends a number of times at affairs for swinging couples.

There was no end to her humiliation. Eventually she had become used to it. It was a trade off. The life of a rich woman in exchange for her hot body, and talents.

His friends were as kinky as him, even kinkier. They were into bondage and all that sort of crap. Eventually, Livinia became used to that too.

She looked down past the spectacle of her gaping cunt, whose lips twitched spasmodically between thrusts, and watched her husband's cock ream her ass-hole good and proper.

As he pulled his cock back and forth, the rim of her ass-hole thinly gripped his staff like a piece of pink elastic. Her entire flanks were beet red.

Her ass-hole was red with friction and her cunt was a crimson shade. Her flanks and inner thighs glowed from the force of his slaps as he plowed into her.

The cock relentlessly bore in and out of her splitting her in two. She saw her husband draw out the cock head and her gaping ass-hole contort back to shape.

He played with her hole by teasing it with the cock head. He poked it back and forth and felt her palpitating hole grip and snap on its surface.

Livinia became inflamed from the lewd sight of her own budding membrane. A spasm welled up within her and then her body rocked in a continuous rhythm.

One after the other the spasms rolled through her like waves, and she succumbed to a monstrous orgasm. At that moment, he plunged his cock all the way in.

The expression froze on her face. The children watched as their mother's emblazoned loins shuddered in rocking spasms from the force of their father's brutal entry.

Randy could take no more of the obscene posture. Kenny felt her leg stop pressing against his and then saw her get up. Her face was flushed a deep red.

He knew where she was going. She was going to her room to jerk off. That was exactly what Kenny was going to do the instant after he saw his dad drop his load.

That was always the best part. Kenny liked to see his father put his charging cock inside his mother's mouth and pump huge gobs of baby batter into it.

He particularly liked how his father called his mother names while she ate his come. He called her a dirty cocksucker, a scum eater, and everything.

And for some reason, his mother liked that. Randy never stayed for that part. She said that it made her nauseous. She couldn't understand why her mother liked it.

Kenny told her that she didn't like it because she was too young to understand about sex. He was year older than her. Later on she would understand.

When she was fourteen like him, she would know how pleasurable it was to eat come. Kenny had tasted it once himself, his own, just out of curiosity.

He tasted just a drop of it, on the tip of his tongue. First it tasted sweet and then it tasted bitter. But on the whole, it wasn't bad at all.

Kenny liked to jerk off thinking of his mother. And now it would be even better to jerk off while watching them.

But that meant he couldn't watch them with his sister. And if she wasn't there with him then he had no one to rub his leg up against while he watched.

Down below he could see that his father's breaths were getting heavier and heavier. His mother was squealing for him to fuck her, fuck her hard, HARDER!

When his father pulled out his cock, Kenny latched onto his own inside his pants. The best part was about to come. He loved to watch his mother eat come.

There was a little bit of shit on Dad's cock from having fucked his mother really deep up his ass. But his father did not bring his cock to her mouth.

Instead, he left his throbbing cock head lying on top of his mother's stretched open ass-hole and held her legs apart. In another instant he was coming.

Sperm flew out the tip of his cock in heavy gobs. The first place the steamy goo splashed upon was his mother's torrid ass-hole. It became drenched with come.

Brent Carter aimed his emptying cock right on his wife's brown hole and released his load. Come dripped off that hole and onto her gaping pussy.

Spurt after spurt rushed out of his cock, landing first on her ass-hole and then streaming in thick gobs all over her gaping pink hole and twitching lips.

When the come pooled up on her folds it dripped onto her clit. He was still coming when he saw the first glistening gob of scum dangling off her throbbing clit.

Below that throbbing clit, his wife waited with her mouth stretched open and her tongue strained out to catch that thick ball of come when it finally rolled of her clit.

Kenny watched in fascination as his mother's mouth prepared for the glistening trickles of come that drenched her dark hole and angry red gash.

The gob fell off her clit and right into her mouth which she immediately snapped closed to swallow down. Then just as quickly, her mouth re-opened.

Now that the first drop had fallen it dragged more streams of come with it. He watched as his father's cock kept pumping its load indirectly into her mouth.

Each blast of his sperm drenched her ass-hole and cunt and then spilled off into her mouth. Soon, his mother's mouth was brimming with sperm and she ate it all.

That was truly the best part. He really enjoyed his mother eating his daddy's scum. It was such a hot sight his cock felt like it was busting through his pants.

Kenny scrambled to his feet noiselessly. Now that the best part of the show was over it was time for him to jerk off in his room. On the way, he passed Randy's.

He peeked in through the .key hole and saw her laying spread-eagled on the bed. He had a clear view of her gaping gash. He felt his cock though his pants.

He would dearly love to jerk off right here in the hallway watching his sister masturbate. She was real good at it. Her finger went all the way up her cunt.

But he dare not risk being caught by his father, or mother for that matter, jerking off in the hallway. He quickly went to his room and pulled off his pants.

There was one thing about his cock that he didn't like. It was too big. His cock was bigger than his father's. Kenny was sure that there was something wrong with him.

But at this moment he was not concerned with the abnormal size of his pecker. He snapped his meat fiercely in his hand, pulling the foreskin from tip to base.

He thought of his sister's cunt that he had just seen, and the load that his father had dumped all over his mother. Kenny dreamt of jerking off on his mother's face.

With that thought in mind, his spasms reached full intensity and the-boy came.

Oodles of sperm dripped out of his manly cock imagining his mother's mouth the recipient.

When he had wrung out the last drop, he relaxed onto his bed and felt his cock go limp. Now the inordinate size of his member started to worry him.

He lay there pondering his fate. It would be impossible to find a girl that would want his cock. It was just too damn big. It would kill her.

Thinking thoughts of self-pity almost put him to sleep. Then Kenny heard his father's voice calling for him and his sister to come downstairs.

When he got downstairs he saw that his sister's face was still red. He knew why. In fact, the face of every member of the family seemed to radiantly glowing.

"Now children, listen up, your father has something to tell you."

"Yes, daddy, we're listening. What is it."

"The new maid is coming today. I want you all to meet her."

A second later the bell rang.

CHAPTER THREE

I was very anxious to see our new job. Mother had many jobs as a maid before, but never for some one rich.

I imagined all sorts of things. I figured everything in the house would be mechanized, you know, futuristic.

I was surprised when mother and I got out of the cab that had taken us to the mansion for our first day's work.

It was a very old and stately place. It was nothing like I had imagined at all. I expected horse drawn carriages made of wood to pull up any minute. Mother paid the taxi driver and then repeated what she had told me earlier.

"Remember, Missy, no horsing around. We need this job." I had mixed feelings about the whole thing. On the one hand, I was happy for mother. Finally she was getting a good job that was worthy of her station.

But something else kept nagging at me. It was the fact that these people were so rich. What right did they have to be so well off when we were so poor.

Mother rang the bell and in a few seconds someone answered.

"Mrs. Clark, so good of you to come. You're right on time."

The man who was speaking must be the master of the house. I didn't like the looks of him right off the bat. He had a mysterious glint in his eye.

I judge people fast. I learned from mother that a girl had to always be on her guard. I got bad vibes from this guy first thing. He looked weird.

Oh, he was dressed well enough. He had on a suit that must have cost at least five hundred dollars. He had just that touch of gray around the temples.

But I didn't like those beady black eyes. Somehow I had expected a more regal or noble kind of person that this character. I didn't like the way he eyed me.

We were ushered into the house and introduced to the rest of the family. There were two children that looked around my age, perhaps a little younger.

They introduced themselves as Randy and Kenny. A few seconds later the lady of the house came out from a door at the side of the stairs, from the kitchen, no doubt.

Mrs. Carter introduced herself as Livinia. She was the last kind of person I had expected to be the wife of a rich heir. She looked rather common, but cute.

Her hair was bleached blonde, I could tell that right from the start. Why a woman of her caliber would arrange herself so cheaply I had no idea.

She had a dazzling pair of blue eyes that I fell in love with. She had a nice figure too. When she saw that I was staring at her she grinned broadly.

"Missy, you will share the servants quarters with your mother."

"Thanks ever so much, Mrs. Carter. That'll be fine."

"Call me Livinia, please, we're not much for titles around here."

That was fine with me. I saw that mother was little perturbed at the request. I mean, being so close to the family protocols would keep things from getting sticky.

She didn't want the both of us to become happy members of the family right off the bat. Mother knew the ropes. There was no use getting chummy too fast.

I couldn't help but keep staring at Mrs. Carter, I mean, Livinia. She was beautiful, though quite attractive, but she seemed to glowing, almost radiant.

In fact, now that I looked at the entire family together in one room, all four of them seemed to be glowing. Were they always this happy around here?

While mother was given a description of her duties, the children showed me to our quarters. I liked Kenny, he's a sweet kid. But Randy seemed like a prude.

I hate that type. Maybe being cloistered here in the middle of nowhere had made her a little eccentric. We chatted, all three of us, and got to know one another.

Randy didn't like anything a girl her age should be interested in. She didn't like rock and roll, and she didn't like movies. In fact, she didn't even like jeans.

Kenny was different. He wasn't what you would call a fast kid. But he had potential. It was just that the life they led kept him away from the current.

They both went to private schools that must've cost a fortune. For kids, they were very conservative, to a fault. Why, they hadn't even gotten high.

I was dying to smoke a joint but worried about their reactions. Kenny might go for it, in time, but Randy was going to be a bitch, I could see that now.

The more we talked and got to know one another, the more Kenny and I came to like one another and the farther apart Randy and I became. We were very different.

I liked jeans and she liked dresses. Even now she was wearing a skirt. I liked rock music and she liked classical. I had never even heard of classical music.

"What the hell is classical music? Do you mean like the Beatles."

"The Beatles aren't classic. They're boors. Beethoven is classical."

"Do you mean to tell me that the Beatles don't have any class?"

The both of them laughed when I said that. They could see the hurt in my eyes. At that he stopped laughing but Randy kept cackling like a stupid hen.

We were disturbed by Livinia and my mother who came into the servant's room. Her duties had been described to her and it was time for us to unpack.

"Come on, children, leave them alone while they get settled."

Kenny groaned a the suggestion. He was anxious to get to know us better.

"Now Kenny, you'll have plenty of time to get acquainted later."

The three of them left the room. Kenny turned his head and smiled at me. I smiled back and gave him a wink. I saw his face blush red when I did that.

As soon as they left mother gave me a list of things to do. She also told me to be on my best behavior. This was one job we didn't want to loose.

The pay was phenomenal compared to what we had been getting. On top of that, we wouldn't have to pay for groceries and were allowed a paid vacation.

Everything seemed too good to be true. We had just come through a rough six weeks. Now the tide suddenly turned. Mother was on her guard. She smelled something fishy.

She couldn't put her finger on it. She didn't even say anything to me about it. But I could tell something was troubling her, and in time she's figure it out.

My suspicions centered around the master of the house, Brent Carter. I didn't like the way he had eyed mom's tits, and especially, the way he eyed me.

Of course, everyone stared at mother's tits, that wasn't unusual. But not everyone eyed me the way Mr. Carter had, except those with a lecherous intent.

I had seen that look before from men. It meant one thing and one thing only. Somehow I had expected more from a rich man, you know, a touch of class at least.

Truly, if approached from a certain way, I would be amenable to the rogue's advances if at least had a modicum of decorum. I had imagined a rich man to be noble.

This guy was no such thing. Mr. Carter struck me as very common, despite all his money. But you can't argue with money. It makes the world go 'round, you know.

"Remember to be properly dressed at all times. It's not really your house."

Slyly, mother was telling me not to go prancing the hallways with just my nightie on or run around scantily clad. She smelled a rat in Mr. Carter too.

I dressed in my servant's outfits and watched mother do the same. I caught another glimpse of her marvelous, rotund breasts and had an urge to massage them.

But there were duties to perform. The beds had to be made and lunch prepared. As soon as I left the room, leaving mother to unpack, The two children intercepted me.

"Missy, do you want to have a little fun? Are you busy?"

"Not especially, what did you have in mind? Is it good?"

I didn't need to be cajoled into goofing off. It meant less work for me and more for mother, but what the hell, I was a kid and might as well enjoy myself.

They took me throughout the entire house. It was a wonderful old mansion. When you took it in just visually it looked old and decrepit, but there was more to it.

It had an intricate design to it that defied description. It was like one huge maze. You could easily get lost in the house if you didn't know your way around.

There was nothing but interesting nooks and crannies everywhere. Rooms that led into more rooms that eventually gave way to cavernous looking hallways.

There was no way to get your bearings. It was as if the house were designed to be constantly re-discovered by its occupants. Nothing seemed to be connected.

Yet you could get to any side of the house in a minute, if you knew the correct route. And Kenny and Randy knew the house by heart. They had grown up in it.

"The only bad part," they said, " is that we're lonely."

For all their riches I still felt sorry for them. They looked at me as some strange alien from a foreign reality. They just couldn't imagine my life.

I told them about the clothes I like to wear, sexy things, you know, like tight designer jeans and low cut blouses that showed off my nice titties.

How the kids in the city liked going to discos, and drinking wine and getting high, and zooming around real fast in their cars and even fucking in them.

I could see that Kenny was very interested in everything that I had to say. But Randy was upset, annoyed, in fact. She kept cringing her face up in a knot.

like there was an evil smell about. I didn't like her. I hardly knew her and already I didn't care for her style. Kenny was different. I was even attracted to him.

"Kenny, why don't you tell your sister to get lost. So we can talk."

I said it real low, whispering into his ear and making sure that my lips brushed against his lobe, so that the little urchin couldn't hear us.

Though a sound hadn't pierced her ears, she nevertheless figured out that a conspiracy was afoot. She immediately voiced her two cents.

"Hey, what is it, what are you two talking about."

"Nothing, Randy. But could you get lost for a minute?"

"Whaddya mean get lost, where am I supposed to go?"

"We'll meet you in the playroom in five minutes. I promise."

She wavered for an instant. Her pale blue eyes darted from him to me in an effort to discern the plot. My eyes gave her the most innocent look you could imagine.

She was no match for me. I could play dumb at a moment's notice and then act like a cat just as suddenly. I didn't like her ugly face but she couldn't prove it.

"All right. But if you don't come back I'm going to look for you."

"That's fine Randy. I'll be right with you. See you in a little while."

I had Kenny lead me to a spot where I was sure that we wouldn't be spotted. First I asked him if there was a place in the house Randy didn't know about.

"There sure is. How did you know about that anyway?"

I didn't. I just guessed. I figured you to have a hiding spot all your own."

The place that he led us was right above Randy's room.

"Why did you pick a place like this. It's right above her room."

"Because this way I can look at her when she doesn't know I'm watching."

I took me a while to digest that. Why would he spy on his sister, unless ...

"Kenny, do you watch Randy undress, and maybe even jerk off."

"Nah, that's kid's stuff. I'd rather watch mom and dad any day than her."

I was stunned, but interested. He said it so naturally that at first I thought I hadn't heard him right. The job was getting to look better and better.

While he was off guard I figured that this was as good a time as any to make a pass at him. He was younger than me so I would have to make the first move.

My skirt was very short. My black fish net stockings ran up my legs and I wore only a pair of panties. My feet were raised in medium sized high heels.

The first two buttons of my blouse were undone and the very top of my cleavage was exposed. My heavy tits were raised and thrust forward by my good bra.

I lowered my lids halfway so that only a part of my green eyes showed. It was seductive facial expression that I knew always worked from my experiences in the past.

Men liked to see that expression on women's faces, you know, the kind that said you were pining for sex. It was a put-on, a mask, but men always believed it.

I really didn't have the hots for him as yet. It could happen though. It all depended on how he reacted to my advance. I like strong men, but not brutes.

I kissed him gently on the mouth, just lightly swiping my tongue across his pursed lips. I liked the fact that my pass had not caught him totally by surprise.

When I went to kiss him, he puckered his lips instantly. I forced my mouth harder against his and probed the tip of my tongue inside. Our tongue met just a touch.

The tips of our tongues kept gently swirling together until I finally drove the whole thing into his mouth and gave him a long, hot and hard kiss.

He moaned in my mouth. A long instant ensued as he made up his mind how far he wanted to go. Should he back off, or move forward? He moved forward.

He pressed his body against mine and folded his arms around me. This was the second hurdle I had to make sure he passed. Would he become brutish and maul me?

Or would he be tender and just keep pressing harder and harder until he finally took my breath away with his subtle but hard advance. He pressed harder.

Things were shaping up just nicely. I reacted to his tender embrace and rubbed my body against his. I pushed my tits into his hard, firm chest.

My tongue drove deep into his mouth and now he kissed me back. His own tongue pressed fiercely against mine and I let it probe deep into my mouth.

I acted like jelly in his hands. I was totally submissive as part of firing him up. Though my body was limp, it was ready to spring and react at will.

He moved his hands down my back and paused at the tailbone. He was uncertain as to whether he should touch my ass or not. I was dying to see how he would accomplish it.

I didn't lead him on, but waited to see what tack he would assume in order to get his paws where he wanted them. He was young, but reacting like a duck to water.

I had to be his first piece of ass. The thought never crossed my mind that he had gotten down with his sister. She was too prudish for that, and he too nice.

His old man was a different story. I read him in a minute. Kenny's hands teetered as to their next move. He began to grind his pelvis into mine.

It was the perfect ploy to drop his hands onto my ass-cheeks. I felt his cock press against the front of my cunt and it melted me. An instant later, his hands moved.

He had found the perfect tactic as to how to get his hands kneading and squeezing my chunky ass. Grinding his pelvis into mine had done the trick.

I melted into his hands and moaned in pleasure. When he picked up my skirt to place his hands directly on my body I let him do it. I was getting hot, My initial actions had been to win him over. But now I was truly worked up. I kept pushing my cunt into his cock and enjoyed the feel of his molding hands.

I raised up my knee and ran it up his leg. I inched myself to the side so that my leg would brush against his cock. It was hard already. He was fast.

Tell you the truth, I hadn't expected him to be hard so soon. I didn't like that in a man, though he was boy. It showed that he couldn't control himself.

I like for a man to be in charge of himself as well as me. A super horny dude is only interested in getting off his own rocks. I like sex, and enjoying it.

I hate when a mother-fucker gives a wham bam thank you ma'am kind of fuck. I mean, I like quickies, they have their place, but not all the time, just sometimes.

As long as he was already hard I figured I might as well get him to cream right now because I no longer felt like fucking him. His hot start turned me off.

I put a hand to his crotch and felt his cock. Why, it wasn't hard at all! That was the natural size of it. I gasped. This boy was hung like a horse.

Suddenly my heat was back. What a find! This job was getting better by the minute. The boy I was stuck in the attic with was a regular Casanova. I blushed.

I had to get a look at that thing, to feel it in my hand and caress it to full erection. I was hot to see what the thing looked like fully bloated.

I had never known a man to be so endowed, as much as a boy. And a boy younger than me! The idea thrilled me-the fact that he was younger. A born satyr.

I praised my good luck and took his cock out of his pants. I liked fooling with the base, palming it while feeling the balls and watching the staff bob.

As it waved back and forth it began to stiffen. I kept clutching the base, savoring the feel of its wide width, wondering how big the staff could get.

It was at least nine inches already and still rising. And to think the boy himself was still growing. Why, that thing would be a foot long by the time he was a man.

I gushed in pleasure from the lewd sight of it. It had me at a fever pitch. My nipples were very hard and hurt inside the tight confines of my bra.

My clit tingled when I saw that pole raise to its full height. It was monstrous. My whole hand nearly did not encircle the staff, which was throbbing.

His cock pulsated in my gripping hand. I moved my hand to the center of the thing and reveled in its hard feel and hot skin. I couldn't resist jerking it.

The more I jerked the harder it got, and the more I became inflamed. I pressed the cock head against my skirt and rubbed it along the fabric. Kenny sucked in air.

I had forgotten totally about him. I was so mesmerized with his dick that I hadn't realized what pleasure my pawing hand had caused him. I put both hands on the staff.

I bent a little so that both of them formed around the staff and could feel its hot pulsations. My hands encompassed his staff, nearly, and the head was bare.

. It gleamed at me like a reddish, purple bulb of light. I kissed it. I head the boy moan. Then

I stuck the whole cock head in my mouth.

My hands jerked the staff while I sucked off his cock head. The boy was letting out moans that sounded like the hisses of a snake. His eyes were closed.

I let go of his pole with one hand and forced as much cock into my mouth that it would take to 'fill it. I lodged the cock head firmly in the back of my throat.

The bottom half of the cock was encompassed by my gripping hand. With my mouth filled to the brim with cock, still half of it dangled unsucked out of my mouth.

Its magnificent length inflamed me. I had to get it all down my mouth, just to feel what it was like. His cock inspired me to a new zenith of lust.

I was determined to draw come out of it, then bathe my tongue in his sperm and taste its bittersweet edge, to be the first vixen to have drank of its come.

I kept pulling the pecker with one hand and bobbing my head from side to side, as well as back and forth. All the while my tongue lapped like mad.

Every once in a while it darted out of my mouth like a lizard's tongue as I sought to take in more of the cock to press within my clamping jaws.

I took my hand off the pole and pressed both of them into his pelvis. My aim was to jam that cock head down my throat and totally engulf his cock down my mouth.

If I could deep throat this pole I could deep throat anything, even a horse cock. I was determined to draw come.

My thumbs rested on his sac of balls with my palms pressed firmly into his pubic hairs. My mouth kept straining forward.

I kept moving into him until I felt the cock head pierce the gap of my throat, lodging itself in my pipe.

And then his whole cock was in my mouth.

CHAPTER FOUR

"Aaahhhhh, Missy, you have no idea how good a cock feels stuffed down your throat.

Especially one the size of this one. My mouth had formed around the pole I drew it in and out of my mouth.

Each time I pierced the gap.

His cock head lodged itself firmly down my throat with each stroke of my bobbing head. I made sure it did. My lips charged back and forth kissing his hairs. My bottom lip touched his massive sac of balls. I tweaked them in my fingers and played with them individually. The sac was drenched with my spit.

Each time my throat accepted the bulbous tip my head jerked forward. And when it dislodged my head jerked forward. All the while my mouth kept sucking.

Deep throating was an exercise enough to inflame any man. It is particularly pleasurable when the pole that is sucked is a big size. One's mouth is completely stuffed.

It is the simplest and fastest way to draw out a man's come. I've seen mother perform it countless numbers of times. And so have I, as a matter-of-fact.

But never with a cock of this dimension or proportion. I savored every inch of that snake, working the tool in and out of my mouth with wet, drawing motions.

It had a succulent and sweet taste. It burned hotly inside my cheeks and flushed my face. As I sucked it into me it felt like I was swallowing a red-hot sword.

My tongue worked feverishly on the-sensitive underbelly. It flicked all over it and made sure that there was an ample supply of saliva to grease the entry.

I literally engulfed his cock in my mouth with every stroke. My head became a vessel whose opening fitted perfectly the grand protuberance that sheathed it.

When I buried his cock down my throat, not an inch of it was in view and his wet balls dangled against my chin. My hands clutched his ass and pulled him into me. deep down my throat to see how far down I could get it, to be completely immersed in cock.

Then I moaned and hummed on the staff to send delectable vibrations pulsing through the boy by way of his cock. The action inflamed him, and his pole lurched.

Throbbing hotly as it was, I felt the snake stiffen in my mouth and experience a succession of spasms. I stopped lapping, for I did not want him to come.

I was determined to eat his come, yes, but not until I had enjoyed the full flavor of his cock. My throat had become used to the invasion and formed around his dick.

It was the best time during a deep throat. It felt like your mouth had become a cunt, and it actually made you pulse with an orgasm. My head began to tingle.

Then a wave of passion rushed down my spine and lodged itself in my clit. My cunt started to burn in passion and I raced my hands between my legs.

My mouth firmly engulfed his cock and dew on it. Both my hands played with my hot cunt through the panties and stroked the wet lips while fingering the clit.

His balls leaked with my spit. I swayed on my haunches with his cock in my mouth and vigorously strummed myself. I heard good old Kenny begin to moan.

I rushed a hand inside my panties and scratched my clit hard. A few snaps and I was off on a rolling spasm that soon seethed to boiling and I came.

It was a luxurious and velvety type of feeling. My lust-crazed green eyes rolled in their sockets and my sucking mouth froze on his dick. For an instant, I was paralyzed.

My bones vibrated and my limbs spasmed. My body convulsed and my cunt lips twitched as the charge went through me-plugged up as I was with his cock deep in my mouth.

When my orgasm passed I quickly pulled his tool out of my roost before he too came. The fun was just starting. The morning was almost over and I hadn't done a lick of work.

This was surely the best job mom had ever gotten. Wait until she found out about the size of the boy's cock. I knew her. She was a lusty sort of gal.

She'd never be able to resist his charming member once she had heard about. And then when she saw it she would go absolutely bonkers. That was the part I wanted to see.

But right now the young stud was all mine and I was determined to savor the moment. A new twist was added to the proceedings. Randy entered her room.

Kenny's eyes were bugging out of his head. He obviously discerned something in her appearance that was invisible to me. He watched her intently, my hand on his cock.

Randy began to undress. I heard Kenny begin to moan. I wasn't even stroking his prick. He was getting himself off just on his sister undressing.

We saw her take of her dress and then her bra and panties. She stood straight up and ran her hands all over her curves. When she came to her tits, she cupped them.

I guess you really couldn't call them tits. They were more like meaty nubs. Though Randy had been endowed with a big set of nipples. They were really very large.

In fact, it was hard to see where the circumference of the aureole ended and the meat of her little tit began. As she played with them they began to rise up.

I didn't take Randy for a pretty girl at first. She had much to pug a face in my estimation, just like her mother, though her mother looked even cheaper.

I was very struck my the fine red line of the lips of her gaping cunt. It budded open as she fondled her tits, tweaking her thumbs and forefingers on the nipples.

I was amazed at how hard she pulled at those large nubs. She clutched them very hard in her fingers and pinched them as they bloated from her surging blood.

Her boobs lit up and her cunt flowered exactly at the same time. As she mauled her breasts with her clutching paws, her clit dangled out from red wet lips.

I took to nibbling and licking Kenny's bloated pecker and rubbing it against my face cheeks while out of the corners of my eyes I kept a watch on Randy.

We saw her place herself down on the bed on her hands and knees and spread her ass-cheeks with her hands. She writhed her ass from side to side and seemed to get off on the motion.

She looked like a hot little kitten whose tail was raised in animal heat. She looked back at herself to check her writhing form and a sigh escaped from her lips.

She was getting herself all worked up by just moving her arched back and wriggling her ass with the cheeks spread wide. The cool air on her gash excited her.

The way she parted her ass revealed her puckered ass-hole. She snapped her ass-cheeks poked through the pink hole of cunt meat that dripped with her dew.

Her face was beet red. Her panting became more frantic. Her sensitive parts seemed to glow in heat and when she shifted her body I got a look at those nipples.

They were in an intense state of heat. Her passion was at a fever pitch that was clearly indicated by the fiery bloatedness of those shiny red nubs.

They glowed like red lightbulbs. She rubbed them hard against the bed as she bobbed her ass and pelvis in time to her fingers that darted up both of her holes.

Her sight was so lustful that I drew like a maniac on the cock head, pressing it between the roof of my mouth and my curled tongue. But I sucked too hard.

I had forgotten about Kenny totally, except for his cock, and my mouthing brought him over the edge. The stuff stiffened in my jerking paw and exploded.

My sucking lips firmly rimmed the cock head and I took his first two steamy spurts of scum directly into my mouth. I drew hard after each spurt.

I had seen mother perform many scum eating operations and I became well versed at it myself. After each spurt I always saw her suck hard on the cock.

This way, every last fleck of sperm was dislodged from the cock after each palpitation, and even had the effect of making the next spurt more copious.

It was the only way to drain a cock completely of sperm. So often a full heavy gob or so remains lodged in the staff because the cocksucker was lazy.

But following mother's example, I could drain a cock of every last bit of sperm with my drawing mouth. But I didn't want to eat it all right now.

I merely wanted a taste of things to come. The job had certainly started off on the right foot. I took his cock out of my mouth and aimed it on my tits.

like mother, I liked the feel of hot come splashing onto my big hot boobs. You can still drain a cock of all its elixir if you keep snapping it to wring it out.

I did that with Kenny's cock. As his cock palpitated in my grip, the underbelly spasmed and pumped and afforded me a small length of skin to jerk.

I snapped his pecker fiercely, dumping loads of hot batter onto my flaming tits whose nipples were bloated to bursting. Down below, Randy's moans got louder.

The hand on her cunt tweaked her hot clit with her ring and fore-fingers while the middle finger ran quickly in and out of her dripping pink hole.

Her brown hole was rooted with the middle finger of her other hand. Her ass was raised up in a sensuous curve and her back arched convexly.

Her face was turned to the side and her passion-stricken face was clearly in view. Her mouth was gaping open, her pretty blue eyes stuck up in her head.

As her spasms mounted into orgasm, the expression froze on her face and her loins began to tremble. Every part of her seemed to vibrate-her flesh jiggling.

Juices freely streamed out of her gash and wet her fondling hand. Her ass-hole spasmed around her invading finger, alternately opening and closing at will.

I dumped the last hot spurt of Kenny's come onto my meaty boobs and then put his wet cock head in my mouth. I sucked it between my lips clean as a whistle.

Once more I reveled in the taste of his delectable sperm. It was the scum of a young boy, younger than me even, as was especially sweet and less bitter.

When I finished lapping his deflating pole, eventually capturing it all in my mouth and sliding it out on one big plop, I rubbed his come into my tits.

Mother always did that, that is, when men came on her tits. I think it was one of the reason that her large breasts were still firm and vibrant looking.

Perhaps men's sperm is an excellent body conditioner. I don't rightly know. But I swished his come into the pores of my tits until it was all gone.

I kissed his cock one last time and smiled as I pressed it to my cheek. Then I put it back in his pants, closed his zipper, and patted his cock in place.

My actions were those of the perfect minx for not only had I an excellent teacher in the feminine arts in the model of my mother, I had plenty of practice in the past.

This was the first of many adventures I was to undergo in this maze of a mansion. As time went on the job got easier, and the sex got hotter.

As I had anticipated, it was just a matter of time before Mr. Carter made his first grope. It happened about a week later after my bout with Kenny, and Randy.

I had taken to meeting Kenny at least once a day to give him a quick blowjob. Usually, it was right in the middle of my duties and we sneaked off somewhere.

Kenny had become quite bullish in his demands. He was getting too cocky. I had made things too easy for him and he was beginning to take advantage.

As long as no one was about, he would paw me freely while I was on the job. He had no bones about grabbing my ass, and would even fondle my tits through the uniform.

Mostly, I didn't mind it, and let Kenny have free reign over my body. He was mostly gentle and, besides, I liked him. I wanted that cock to keep coming.

But Mr. Carter was totally something else. That ugly mother was too lewd for my tastes. As it was, mother had her hands full with him. Rather, it was vice-versa.

Mr. Carter had his hands full with mother's flesh. He didn't even mind pawing her while I was present, though he tried to do it covertly, sneak that he was.

While mother was bending over to sweep behind a piece of furniture, he would sneak up behind her and grab her ass when he thought that I wasn't looking.

But I didn't have to look to know what was going on. It was obvious when mother let out a startled squeak. Only with the children present did her resist her.

I know that mother is a vivacious looking woman and that her voluptuous body brings out the beast in men, but Brent Carter was truly a rogue, a veritable cad.

He resisted pawing mom in front of the children, I guess, because he didn't want them to know his real character. Oh how little he really knew.

Out in the middle of nowhere like we were, without any neighbors or other friends, the children and I became instant friends. Even Randy and I.

Mrs. Carter I hardly saw. She was always out shopping. She was in love with clothes and had a million different kinds of garments that were the latest fashion.

She was rarely in the house, and when she was, as far as I could tell, it was only to get dorked by Mr. Carter. I knew this for a fact. I'll tell you how.

As time passed I began to figure out the maze-like structure of the rooms and corridors. With the children as guide, I had learned the whole structure.

They could spy on their parents from just about anywhere in the house, except the bathrooms. Luckily, the Carters fucked a lot, but never in the bathrooms.

There was one bathroom, however, where the children did have a clear view into, from an overhead duct But there was enough fucking go on everywhere else.

Mrs. Carter was quite a hot number. Mr. Carter fucked her in every position imaginable.

I learned a few tricks from them. Ones I could use in the future.

I didn't like the way that he made love to her. She was a pretty woman in her own way. But anyone could tell that her breeding was no better than mine. I don't know where he met her, but Mrs. Carter had never been a high-class debutante. She had a cheap look about her, and boy, could she fuck like hell.

If her and mother ever went to bed together they would burn up the mattress. And if a man had ever been sandwiched between him, I pity his poor cock.

I think I finally saw a woman who was as lustful as my mother. She wasn't as beautiful though. But she could fuck and suck like a professional whore.

Just the right type for the kind of man I had suspected the master of being all along-a horny devil. Wherever he inherited his money from, the estate was doomed.

He was sure to waste his riches on kinky sex and the satisfaction of his perverted habits. I'd have a helluva time keep him off me. I plotted-scheming me!

With the children as my cohorts, I had allies on my side. I had to win over their confidence. It was easy with Kenny. I had fallen in love with him.

Or maybe it was just his cock.

It was great knowing the house just like the back of your hand. It gave me an advantage. It was their house, but my turf. And I had a small army, with a big cannon.

Kenny was my cannoneer.

All I had to do was aim and fire and pick the appropriate target.

CHAPTER FIVE

The first thing I did after the kids had introduced me to the terrain, was to use the knowledge for myself.

I did my own searching and roving about. I learned that house better than anyone. Even better than Kenny.

And he knew the mazes better than anyone. He had grown up in this house with his sister and explored every nook.

But I had the advantage of being used to the art of survival. Mother and I had roved the streets together for what had seemed like an eternity.

That knowledge was very useful in this house. I was like a cat, and he was like a dog. Therefore, my advantage was in speed and quickness; his was strength.

A good nose. Kenny had a nose that was like an antenna. He could smell something coming down from miles away. But I was always there first.

Often, we would meet together up in the lofts just as Randy was beginning to take her clothes off and start another one of her lusty jerk off sessions.

Some of them often brought the roof down. She would become an inflamed bitch at times. She took to fucking herself with a homemade dildo she had mastered.

It was really a bottle of hand lotion, the neck of which swooped up into just the perfect shape for insertion. It was shaped exactly like a dildo.

Randy loved to shove this thing up her cunt. She would first twirl the rounded end of it on her clit and then work it along the crack of her gash.

She would use it to tease open the lips of her pussy, and then when her pink hole was dripping wet, she plunged that fucken thing well-deep up her chute.

Kenny and I would be amazed at her agility of movement. She would brace her ankles on the bed and raise up her ass and sway her hips into the plunging dildo.

All the while I was sucking Kenny's cock. He would be standing and I on my knees, kissing, nibbling and gently sucking his blood gorged pecker.

I rubbed the bulbous cock head on my face and cheeks and then poked it along my swollen nipples. As I did this I watched Randy's antics fervently.

Her wanton lust would have me at my wits end. The massive throbbing cock at my disposal raised my passion all the more. Kenny let me do anything I wanted.

I could do anything with his cock and that was fine with him. As time went on we tried all sorts of things. But I liked sucking him and watching the best.

The house was like a showroom of pornographic spectacles, with each duct and grating giving us a full view of whatever sexual conduct was ensuing down below.

Sometimes, while Randy was fucking herself in her bedroom, my mother would be jerking off in hers, and at the same time the Carter's were fucking like dogs in theirs. Me and Kenny would shoot from chute to chute to try and catch all the best parts. We became very adept at acting like mice and nobody suspected a thing.

And all the while that we would be running through the rooms and ducts and back and forth and every which way imaginable, I would be pulling on his cock.

Sometimes we would get real worked up and strip ourselves naked and go running through the maze in our fevered condition catching all the shows.

All the while I kept a firm grip on his cock, and as soon as we got where we were going, I would bend to my knees and suck his cock into my mouth and watch the spectacle.

Kenny would get crazy with passion and his cock would get hard as iron. He would be so beside himself with heat he would really not know what to do. He would try to jerk himself off but the foreskin was too tight. His staff was so engorged that he needed me to suck him off in order to come at all.

Mother was a particularly lewd sight when she decided to jerk off. Being the lusty bitch that she was, she really got into it and even howled in passion.

Kenny would get really worked up watching her. Those tits of hers left him awe-struck. They were massive globes of flesh that nearly bugged his eyes to bursting.

Her nipples fascinated him. He licked his lips from the mere sight of them and I could feel his cock lurch in my grip as he stared them up and down.

Mother tweaked those things hard, even pinching them, so fiercely that Kenny and I really expected her to draw blood. But her body was supple, and giving.

Her flesh was like creamy mounds of clay. When she spread open her legs her lovely gash was already twitching in anticipation of her pawing.

A few hearty scratches of her clit with her long sharp fingernail preceeded her finger's entry inside her pink hole. She gasped, and her cunt lips formed around it.

She immediately started up a fearsome rhythm, beating her open palm into her swollen clit while her finger wriggled from side to sidein her deep well.

I already said that mother had a cavernous cunt, and nothing is more exciting than watching her pull on the large folds of her cunt lips when they are wet.

She can stretch those lips far out from her pelvis. They look like red fleshy webs made of cunt meat. She can wrap those lips around her fingers.

Sometimes, she is so inflamed with passion, that with her legs spread wide and slightly raised, her cunt gaping, she actually ties those lips together.

She gets herself quite worked up when she does that. It looks like she has two clits, each throbbing of their own will and intensely pulsing with passion.

Soft moans one after the other rush out of her oval-shaped lips. Her dark eyes are lust crazed, and soon her rocking spasms untied the cord she has bound.

Her cunt lips part and her cunt flies open. Her pink hole has flowered open and sweet cunt juice is flowing out of her. She pinches her clit hard and gasps.

Four fingers dart quickly up her roost while the thumb nail keeps on scratching the clit. Her other hand is on her tits, forcing her nipples into her mouth.

I look at Kenny's poker and it is mean looking and bloated. The cock head is pure purple. I touch it and sigh when I find it to be as hard as cement.

I touch the pole in my hand and it is at once hard as metal and buring hot. Yet it throbs on my fingertips. I grab it fiercely and thrust it in my mouth.

I suck on the cock h?ad with my cheeks drawn in. My tongue is flicking at lightning speed all over the rounded tip. My lips encircle and suck the cock head rim.

Kenny begins working his tool in and out of my mouth. He sways gently from side to side while gingerly easing the cock head back and forth.

I am pleasantly sighing after every sweet plunge of his cock. My sounds are soft moans of contentment just like a purring cat or properly fed baby.

I hum my little turn and enjoy the lovely feel and taste of his massive hunk of meat. As he works his cock, I open and close my lips and snap on the head.

Kenny can either watch his cock being tenderly sucked by my loving mouth, or watch mother writhe on the bed mauling her tits and angrily fingering her cunt.

I watch mother as she rolls over on her side and parts her asschecks to bare her bunghole. It buds open and the cool air hits it making her sigh.

Kenny sees this and his cock twitches. He must move it faster in and out of my mouth. As mother's finger probes around the rim of her brown hole, he gasps.

Our four eyes are riveted on her finger playing with her ass. She knows just how to tease it with the tip of her finger and her nail so that it blooms open.

It flowers before us and now we can see the tender pink insides. Mother gasps as her long nail leads the way up her chute. She must suck on a nipple.

Her free hand had been working her gash but now cups a bulbous tit and plants the red-hot nipple into her wet, sucking mouth. But now her cunt is bare.

Her free hand has a hard time answering her desire. She cannot cup her tit and strum her clit simultaneously, unless she removes that deep finger from her ass.

And that's the last thing mother wants to do. In fact, one finger is not enough. Her fingers mad workings deep up her ass had enlarged the hole for another.

We see her take her free hand and stretch her fabulous assmound wide apart and then that second finger dives deeply up the tract. Her moan is from the pit of her stomach.

She has decided where her free hand can serve her best. She takes a nipple into her mouth and holds that tit in place by biting hard into her flesh. She is experiencing both pain and pleasure. Her ass hole is spasming around the racing invasion of her two plunging fingers, her nails digging into her guts.

With her teeth holding the nipple in place her tongue is flicking like mad over the blood gorged tip. Her free hand feverishly strums her throbbing clit.

Her eyes are not visible. Only the whites of her eyes show through half closed slits. She moans though the nipple as a spasm builds up into full orgasmic waves.

As she comes her loins begin their convulsions. All her sensitive parts seem to be shining a beet red. Her flesh is jiggling, her bones vibrating.

Her moan dies out like an engine being turned off now that the current has been turned off. Kenny's pole is hard, large, and like hot iron in my hand.

We race though the mazes in record time to catch the next feature. I lead the way with Kenny's pecker in my hand pulling him along with me from behind.

My hair is flowing in the breeze. I can feel his dangling sac of balls bouncing up and down along the base of his staff. My tits, too, are bouncing.

Nude as the day we were born, and infinitely more horny, both of us finding it hard to stifle our giggles from her obvious glee, we find our way.

My cat-like instincts tell me which avenue to take. We crawl along a shaft and I must let go of his staff but feel it burning against my calf.

Then we fly up a short flight of stairs and then back down another flight. All the time I am gripping his pole. It is as hard as ever, and makes a perfect handle.

I am heading for Randy's room. I know that the Carter's are fucking but I have a feline intuition that she's got something real heady brewing.

like two little munchkins, giggling and squealing with joy, we run the length of a corridor. The last hurdle complete, we stop, and out of breath, I fall to my knees.

Before I can catch my breath I make sure that Kenny's pole is in my mouth. I do this even before I turn my eyes to see what sort of devilry Randy's cooked up.

Our frantic efforts are rewarded. My catty sense has proved correct. Randy is hot as a firecracker on top of the bed on her hands and knees.

She is holding her dildo-bottle in one hand and trying to split her cheek and put the bottle into her ass. It is an impossible maneuver, and she gets frantic.

Every time she is about to insert the dildo, her cheek snaps back in place and her effort is thwarted. And a shame too, for the hole is budded open.

There is only one way for her to get that bottle up her ass and that is to use both hands. But then her ass-hole is not stretched open and entry is more painful.

Her face is mashed into the bed and supporting her weight. One hand splits open a cheek while the tip of the bottle probes her sweet brown hole.

She cannot find the proper leverage to insert it just yet. But her hot probing have her all worked up anyway. Her cunt is gaping and dripping with juice.

Her clit is swollen and dangling out from the lips. I can see it twitching even with my bleary eyes. Finally she as success. The tip of the bottle is in.

It is a painful process but she is enjoying herself. Her buttocks spasm from her sweet poked hole and she waits for it to die down and concentrates on her clit.

While her loins become used to the invasion she busies her clit with her tweaking fingers. She does not probe her pink hole due to the protuberance up her ass.

But by gently stroking the clit and lips she can send her cunt to glowing and thwart her pain with waves of pleasure. Her moans take on a definite lusty edge.

She dares to probe the bottle a little deeper inside her tract. She parts a cheek with one hand and gripping the base of the bottle with the other she pushes it forward. She grunts, but the dildo-like bottle neck is nearly all the way in her guts. Once again her flanks spasm and convulse, and we can see her puckered hole quiver.

It is quivering around the neck of the bottle like it is trying to draw the rest of it inside her. The pink rim of flesh is stretched thin as it forms around the bottle.

As she moves it in and out of her tract, the rim of her ass takes on a definite pink texture. Its crimson color rivals the emblazoned lips of her fiery red slit.

I can't see how the little darling can stand the grand protuberance in her small opening. Neither can my boy, for his cock throbs so badly it is hurting him.

It has regained that pole-like quality that it had when we were viewing my mom do herself. I suck more of his cock into my mouth and lap all around it with my tongue.

The little vixen is jumping her knees off the bed. She had one hand on the bottle and one running frantically up and down her gash as her nipples press into the bed.

With all her sensitive parts accounted for, she is bucking backwards to her own blows. She-likes to withdraw the head and play with it along her expanded ass-hole rim.

The hole remains parted from the way she had been plunging the instrument in and out of it. She can ring the pink rim of flesh just inside the budded opening with the bottle end.

She manages to venture a few fingers up her gash, now that the bottle up her ass feels so good and has set her ass to glowing. Both holes are stretched and contorted open.

Each contains a fearful intruder that, mad with passion, feverishly darts in and out of them. I take Kenny's cock and fondle it between my more-than-ample tits.

The cock head burns into my flesh. I rubbed it with my soft palm and give it one final kiss before I run it up and down my cleavage and mash my tits around it.

I think I'm beginning to fall in love with Kenny. Even Randy's body is beginning to turn me on now that I've seen her writhing in action, and about to come.

I was concerned that I would have trouble with her. But now I can see iier weakness. She is a chronic masturbator like me, and needs a lover badly.

I remember being oversexed at thirteen or so and acting just like her. I couldn't wait and decided to get fucked right then and there. I took up an offer.

But for Randy it had been different, cloistered like she was in her father's rich man's hideaway. The maze gives one a rat-like disposition.

She sat on the bed with the bottle in her ass and drove it especially deep up the chute of her ass. Kenny and I were both astounded by her wanton behavior.

Her fingers continued to strum fiercely in and out of her cunt. She pulled the lips apart, angry-looking red that they were, and stroked her swollen clit meanly.

She was sucking in air and then gasping with deep breaths. Her low moans were throaty and from the pit of her stomach. She knew no restraints in her state.

She was determined to bring herself to a shuddering climax that would once and for all assuage her sexy desires. Her orgasm strove to be monumental.

She kept forcing the bottle up her ass by sitting on the bed and bobbing herself up and down. Her fingers rubbed her clit before diving deep into her snatch.

Kenny's cock burned inside my mouth. I sucked mainly on the cock head curling my tongue underneath it and pressing it to the roof of my mouth.

With cheeks sucked in I drew on it hard. Kenny's moans warned me to back off-jest I bring his hearty dick to a premature climax. One more spectacle awaited us.

Randy's piercing sigh at the top of her lungs signalled the end of her rapturous climax. We watched her eyes roll in her head, and then left her.

Bolting through the rooms and corridors at a frantic pace, my hand pulling his cock the whole time to hasten his pace, we arrived at the proper grating.

As we gazed through this grating, a lewd scene was just about to transpire. It involved Mr. and Mrs. Carter, and promised to be the wildest sight yet.

My cohort and I assumed our position of him standing above me and I knelt beside him to suck his cock, both our eyes riveted on the fun to come.

Mrs. Carter had dressed herself in a seductive outfit. She wore a black corset that fit tightly around her waist and bared her ass and tits.

Her tits hung out above the braless front, her nice nipples swollen to ripeness and as inviting as sweet cherries. Her black-haired gash was glistening wet.

To accentuate this garment, Mrs. Carter wore a pair of very high black spike heels. A pair of black nylon stockings clung tightly to both her curvous legs.

Mr. Carter's pecker was out of his pants. He had opened the zipper and was pulling them down. In one hand he held a small, whip-like cane that was black and shiny.

Kenny and I brimmed with anticipation as to what his father was going to do with that whippy cane of his.

Mrs. Carter didn't look to sure as what to expect herself. Her pretty blue eyes were bugging out of her head.

When he sent that cane whishing through the air, four more eyes bugged out of their sockets-mine and Kenny's.

On hands and knees, Livinia crawled on the bed.

CHAPTER SIX

Mrs. Carter stopped crawling when she reached the center of the bed. Then she bent her head and arched her back.

Her ass was raised up very high and both the crack of her ass and the crack of her cunt could be clearly seen.

Her black nylon stockings ended right below the mounds of her firm ass-cheeks. The corset ended at the middle of her back.

Her buttocks were clearly framed by her garments. Her flanks made a perfect target for Mr. Carter's well-aimed whip that soon was to crash. I could feel that Kenny's cock was very hard in anticipation of the beating to come. Soft sighs rushed out from his mouth by my sucking and his gazing.

When his father completely undressed he went to bed and raised up the whippy cane. Mrs. Carter let out a soft whimper and prepared for her ass to be beaten.

Mr. Carter showed her no mercy. He struck her across both buttocks. When the cane pulled away a biting red welt remained in its place instantly springing up.

Mrs. Carter let out a muffled groan and her ass-cheeks trembled. She bit into the pillow by her head and prepared for the next blow by raising her ass higher.

The second shot of Mr. Carter's cane was even more terrible than the first. It seared into her ass like a knife through butter and crisscrossed with the other welt.

Mrs. Carter couldn't help but let out a fearsome howl of pain. Her assmounds quivered in place and, unbelievably, she lifted them up higher still.

It was hard to tell whether she was liking the beating or trying to comply with her husband's whim to beat her. The third blow was a particularly dastardly attack.

As it laid across both halves of her lower buttocks, the middle of the cane caught a part of her gaping cunt. The pain was awful, and Livinia shrieked loudly.

She begged her husband to take it easy on her. But I could see from the rock-hard state of his throbbing cock that Mr. Carter had only begun the torture.

There was nothing for her to do but bury her face in her arms and keep her ass raised up in its vulnerable position. I watched two searing blows slice into her.

It was a scathing attack that brought tears to her eyes. In a flash, two angry-looking red welts showed themselves directly in the center of her ass.

I was quite entranced by the spectacle of the mother's beating. My jerking hand gripped the cock and I nibbled on the head out of the side of my mouth.

My eyes were glued on the scene of the beating as were Kenny's. With each landing blow of his father's cane I could feel his cock lurch from his surging blood.

Apparently, his mother's whipping was turning him on, instead of off. I doubt whether I would have reacted to my mother's beating in exactly the same way.

Especially if it was Mr. Carter who was performing the operation as he was now. I still couldn't stand the beast, and I could stand him even less now.

But the sight of him whipping his slut of a wife did turn me on so. I was anxious to see her get everything that she deserved, seeing that she had things too good.

Apparently, Mr. Carter thought she deserved as much of a beating as I did. He never stopped tearing into her ass for a second, only delaying to intensify the attack.

He would deliver a more than hearty thwack of the cane right across both cheeks and then watch the flesh spasm in place from the memory of the painful blow.

It was a veiy lustful sight particularly if you weren't the victim of the attack. It was nice to see her ass flame up from the cane and become beet red in color.

It gave the woman a very seductive appearance. If only all her flesh could be made that deep crimson color that would be an effect well worth waiting for.

But Mr. Carter only had it in for her ass. He flailed every inch of it until the entire surface was a blazing inferno of red welts and bruises.

Mrs. Carter withstood every scathing lash though each one caused her great pain. At a certain point, the blows became less painful and were easier to bear.

Mr. Carter's blows never got softer, but harder all the time. As they got harder Mrs. Carter's pain began to ebb away and be replaced by seething pleasure.

Each crack that landed on her stricken back sent a moan of pleasure rushing out of her fevered lips. Her cherry red nipples were hard and swollen, her clit bloated.

Her sensitive clit dangled freely out of her parted cunt lips that had flowered open from the hot effect of her beating. She raised her ass very high up.

In this position the whole of her gaping gash was clearly in line with his swishing attack. She bared her cunt so that he could whip it-whip it good.

Each blow of the cane now struck both buttocks and her gaping cunt as well. Every inch of her ass was beet red, exactly the color of her flaming snatch.

The area of her flanks looked like one open cunt. It was hard to tell where her ass mounds ended and her dripping snatch began. Every thing was a blazing red.

When she tamed to inspect her husbands face as he whipped her insensible, we caught a glimpse of her flushed face. It was lit up like a red bulb!

Her ass and face glowed with a fiery intensity. She radiated energy, hot energy from those two spots. One last blow and Mr. Carter laid down the cane.

Livinia remained on the bed in her prostate position whimpering. Her angry red flesh was quivering. Her wet cunt was spewing juice, her nipples fully bloated.

Without greasing his entry, he took his cock and poked the head of it inside her brownhole. To my surprise, Mts. Carter beseeched him to impale her further.

I think the whipping had the effect of bringing out her whorish instincts, for never had I seen or heard a woman pine to get ass-fucked the way she just did.

He stood up on both feet while gripping her hot cheeks with his hands. Using his grip for leverage, he moved his cock head deep inside her teeming tract.

As he drove into her, she reached two hands behind her and strummed her hot gash and his dangling set of balls at the same time. Her breaths were deep and short.

She was quite inflamed from the beating and the brutal ass fucking. Mr. Carter long dicked her with his pole, making sure to withdraw totally out of her all the time.

With each stroke that buried his lance bone-deep in her bowels, he followed it with a fearsome dislodgement that nearly sucked her intestines right out of her.

It was difficult to tell what was the more searing attack, his awesome cock-pokes that split her flesh in two, or his mean withdrawals that pulled her guts with it.

But after the fearful beating he had just administered her flanks, there was no exercise too painful for the lusty Livinia. She settled into it in no time.

A few minutes of this kind of hearty ass fucking and she was writhing and reacting like a cheap whore. She kept egging him on to fuck her harder, if that was possible.

Her next move was to spread her ass-cheeks wide to give her husband's cock full play inside her. He reamed her deep, and poked his pecker every which way.

His gyrations caused her to moan in delight. Each time his cock poked a new section of her tract she let out a sigh of sweet resignation and rapturous fulfillment.

There was nothing he could do to her that did not cause her pleasure. Either she was used to his brutal bouts of lovemaking or she liked it fast and hard.

He took her by her bleached blonde hair and pulled her body into his thrusting cock.

He reached under and nailed both her tits in his pawing hand and mauled them.

I had never seen such a fucking session in all my life. A man would never demand such submission from a common tart, unless he was prepared to pay a small fortune.

He was getting his decadent rocks off at a bargain basement price-from his own wife. It was amazing that she had put up with him for so long. Maybe she did like it.

Or maybe she just liked the rewards of being a rich man's wife. But he certainly made her pay for it. My mother would never have stood for it, poor and all.

He alternately dipped his cock in her ravaged cunt before re-applying his lance into her ripened ass tract. Livinia took each probe that were cannon shots.

The rogue never let up with his long dicking thrusts no matter which hole he decided to perforate. Kenny was iron hard, and his pole burned into my mouth.

His poker was bathed in my spit. His cock was the hardest it had been so far, which was ample indeed. I did not want him to blow just yet. There was more to come.

Once he had appeased his desires in this double-dicking fashion, budding both holes open so that they stretched wide even when his cock dislodged, he turned her over.

She was completely submissive and spread-eagled her legs immediately, thinking he was going to fuck her from the front. Nothing could have been farther from his mind.

He went to a drawer and took out leather cords. As Mrs. Carter watched with her eyes bugging out, he tied both her wrists to the upper corners of the bed.

Then he raised up her legs and tied both ankles to the top of the backboard, right above the angle where her wrists were bound. Her ass was completely in view.

Kenny and I had an excellent vantage point to peruse her stricken loins. They were still an angry red color, and blood blisters had formed underneath the crossing welts. After she was securely bound in place, his next tack was to pick up a long, furry feather and first rub it along her nose and fevered face. She began trembling.

He teased her maniacally with the feather. He tickled her nose with the tip of it and then traced invisible lines all along her cheeks and puggish features.

She was helpless to move. I could see his actions were having the desired effect upon her. Mrs. Carter was quite aroused. She began to pant and then moan.

He encircled her swollen nipples with the furry tip, gently arousing them and sending her clear up the wall. The nipples became engorged and threatened. When he had satiated his appetite, the feather began a trek down her belly and along her supple waist. When it came to her gaping cunt, he paused in his activity.

Mrs. Carter watched with bulging eyes. Her head strained up which made her bonds even tauter, She stared with bated breath as her husband wavered that feather.

Then the furry tip lightly brushed her throbbing clit and she let out a howl of delight. She started to spasm instantly, and her cunt lips quivered and glistened.

That first probe had nearly drawn all the juice out of her. But her husband's expert touch had prevented her from coming by lifting the feather at the proper moment.

When her spasm passed the feather once again was laid on her clit. This time she succumbed to high-pitched squeals of delight in time to his strumming.

Each brush stroke of the feather painted a picture of her rising passion. Her cunt lips twitched uncontrollable, and dew streamed freely out of her pink hole.

He brought the feather against her pussy lips and ever so lightly ran the length of it over her hot gash. Mrs. Carter's sighs turned into deep moans.

He continued along the length of her crack and then made his way to her budded assole. He ran the tip of the feather around the muscular ring and then inside of it.

The brown rim of the hole gave way to an inner pink ring that he maniacally teased with the furry tip of the feather. Livinia became quite inflamed from it.

She begged her husband to stop teasing her, and to fuck her, but he was more concerned with making her crazy and he kept on lightly running the feather around the hole.

Her loins began to quake from uncontrollable spasms that were brought on by her husband's gentle teasings. Her cunt was very red, and glistening brightly.

I need not tell you the state of Kenny's cock at this point. He was on the verge of coming at any time, should I endeavor to intensify my hot sucking.

A very slight pull or two with my drawing mouth and his load would burst forth. I took my hands off it and just left the very tip of the prick in between my lips.

I kept mouthing it, but very gingerly, noticing that I was timing my lapping in rhythm to the way that his father was insanely teasing his poor mother.

Mrs. Carter was in a highly fevered state of passion. I think she would have succumbed to any depravity at this point. She was completely putty in her husband's hands.

He continued to tease the length of her sensitive parts with the brushing feather. He enjoyed the twitching of her red lips and ass-hole as he teased her inner core.

Her ass-hole was more than inflamed, it was a burning sheath of flesh. The rim of the hole itself had puckered like a pair of lips, though the inside was clearly visible.

In a few more moments she would be a raving lunatic. Her nipples were massively bloated and her face was hot and flushed, her eyes rolling in their sockets.

Mr. Carter dropped the feather and prepared to mouth her. He knelt in front of her exposed loins and ran the tip of his prick over the crack of her cunt.

Her legs began to tremble in anticipation of penetration. But like everything that had preceded it, he was determined to make he wait as long as possible.

He played with her by running his cock head over her quivering quim and then mildly poking it about the area of her inflamed ass-hole. But he never entered.

Mrs. Carter's teeth were bared. She looked like a snarling animal, such was the extent of her heat. He took his time and rubbed her clit with his cock head.

Just when she had given up hope of his ever fucking her, the cock sneaked into her pink hole and drove inside her to the hilt, the balls slapping against her ass.

Her waiting had left her in such a state of passion that the instant his cock plunged home she came. She came so fiercely that she seemed to vibrate in her bonds.

As she writhed in position, each one of her delectable spasms sent ripples of pleasure pulsing through her husband's embedded cock. It was quite a ride for him.

Her cunt walls gripped and formed around the invader and seemed to snap on it and suck it up her. She tried to move into him with the little slack her bonds provided.

Though it was useless to move, she kept trying and her cunt kept on drawing on the cock that had finally plugged her. Her orgasm was a never-ending wave.

The slightest bit of sucking at this point would have caused Kenny to erupt. I was timing his explosion, and mine, for the moment his old man came.

They way he plowed into his prone wife I knew that the moment would be upon us shortly. I strummed his pecker with the tip in my mouth and fingered my own clit.

Our four eyes were fixed on the scene of his mother being brutally raped by his father. We watched him remove his pecker and then bury it up his wife's ass.

The searing entry caused Mrs. Carter's loins to spasm of their own accord. More spasms rocked through her body. This time they were throes of pain.

Once more he enjoyed the ripples of his wife's convulsions as they pulsed through his dick. I moaned on Kenny's cock head and strummed the staff hard with one hand.

My other hand stroked my gaping pussy. I was bent on my haunches with my legs spread-eagled. I fingered my clit and every once in a while darted two fingers up my slit.

We could see her tract circling the plunging staff. Her pink ring of flesh thinly gripped that part of the staff that moved in and out. She was powerless to move.

He could freely fuck both holes whenever he wished. He chose her ass-hole as his roost and meanly fucked it. He drove his cock deep with every plunge.

Then we saw him slowly withdraw the cockhead. The rim of her ass expanded to and unreal size to dislodge the cock, and then slowly puckered back to shape.

But like a piece of elastic that has lost its resiliency from broken adhesions, the hole did not resume its original size but remained flowered open about an inch wide.

He jerked his cock off onto her gaping cunt and watched his thick gobs of sperm paint the red and inflamed area. My mouth pulled, drew and sucked on Kenny's pole.

I deep-throated him and fiercely strummed my clit. I fondled his large sac of balls and gently squeezed them and cupped their weight. My head jerked back and forth on the head.

Each time the tip of his prick lodged down my pipe I had to bolt my head to dislodge it. The friction afforded him great pleasure and I felt the shaft stiffen in my mouth.

I opened my mouth wide and he worked in and out of by himself. I opened wide to admit his cock and then clamped my mouth and lips around it when he entered. All the while my fingers would feverishly on my clit. I managed to insert four of them while rigorously massaging my hot hard clit with my thumb.

His father's load splashed over every inch of his mother's quivering cunt, and then dripped down the crack and deposited itself in the well of her open ass-hole.

The baby batter cooled her stricken parts. As Mr. Carter rubbed the goo along the gash and ass-hole with his deflating pecker, she sighed and moaned softly.

I could feel my own waves beginning to build up from the fierce strumming I was giving myself. Kenny's plunging cock felt good in my mouth, real good.

I moaned on his cock as my spasms built up. Running through my head the entire time were the three lewd spectacles that Kenny and I had just witnessed.

I saw mother biting a nipple while her two hands worked feverishly in and out of her hot holes. And I saw Randy sitting on a bottle that impaled her ass.

I wanted Kenny's come to bathe me. I didn't know where I wanted his white hot load to hit me first. I wanted to taste it, but I was afraid I would eat it all.

I wanted to paint my face with it. I wanted some to fall on my tits and right onto my hot nipples. Then I wanted some on my angry red gash.

And if there was still more I wanted the last of his gism to splash onto my chunky ass. My ass is very sensitive, just like mom's, and I wanted to feel it there.

As my orgasm got nearer and nearer, and finally hit me like a bolt of lightning, I pulled on his cock like a maniac while sucking the head with slobbering slurps.

His first gooey gob ran a track right up my tongue and splashed against the back of my throat. I swallowed it down and savored its sweet, unbitter, taste.

I took one more shot in between my lips and scum drooled out of the corners of my mouth. I jerked his pole in the direction of my tits and watched the come fall on them.

A heavy spurt landed directly on one red-hot nipple. The sight of it dangling there, as well as its cooling feeling upon my inflamed tit meat, sent me orgasming.

I continued jerking his pole over my tits and then sat on the floor with my legs spread-eagled. I watched his frothy elixir paint my hot and gaping gash.

His scum fell on my trembling pussy lips and I rubbed some around my throbbing clit. Still passionate as ever, I stood up and backed into his pumping cock.

Holding his cock behind me I continued jerking it. The last big gob of come fell onto my creamy cheeks. Then it was time to wring out the remainder.

I squeezed his staff hard and felt more sperm ooze out from the tip and stain my ass-cheeks. By this time my heat was finally beginning to dissipate.

I kept pulling on the cock to make sure I had coaxed out the last drop. Then I turned around and fell to my knees and cleaned off his pecker in my mouth.

While I did so I rubbed his sperm into my sensitive parts. I rubbed his nice scum into my big tits and then mashed the scum along my pussy lips.

When that was done I put both hands behind me, his cock still firmly in my mouth, and massaged my hot flanks with the gobs of come that fallen upon them.

When I was finished there was not a drop of sperm to be had anywhere. Either it had been absorbed by my mouth or body.

I was quite radiant, and so was Kenny. As a matter-of-fact, there wasn't a person in the house who wasn't glowing.

But only he and I had seen everything that had come down. I had a partner in crime who liked the same things I did.

I think I'm in love with Kenny.

CHAPTER SEVEN

It's just one show after another in this sexy funhouse. Me and Kenny are constantly turned on by what goes on.

Not only do the Carter's like their sex hot and heavy, there never get enough of it. It's a dream come true.

Ever since I used to watch mother fuck, I would masturbate while watching her. Now I can suck off a cock too.

I tell ya, I'm really getting into Kenny as a person. On top of all his charms, he's a good person too. He gives me money any time I ask for it, which is a lot.

Once I saw that he was more than willing to give me it, I never stopped asking. I must owe him something like five hundred dollars already, whew!

As long as he doesn't care, I sure don't. He gives me about fifty dollars a week. It could be more but I don't want to take full advantage of him just yet.

But for the first time in my life I can afford to buy all the clothes I like. And so can mother. It's the best job that we have ever had, without a doubt.

I tried fucking Kenny once, but it was just impossible. I became frantic trying to stick his thing in any one of my holes, but it just wouldn't fit.

Knowing that his cock was so big that I couldn't even get it in me made me hotter still. I sucked on it from tip to stem and had to deep-throat it.

Don't get me wrong, I just love to mouth his giant snake of a cock any chance I get. But if I don't get his cock in me I don't know what I'm going to do.

If I wanted to get fucked there's one person who I know is just dying to get my ass on his hands. And I don't have to tell you who that is, do I?

That Mr. Carter, what a horny beast. You should see the way he treats his wife. If she wasn't such a cheap whore and could do no better than him she'd surely leave.

She doesn't love the guy, anyone could see that. Even the children. That's why they're a little bit eccentric. Lack of love, and all that. Not at all like me.

Me and mother didn't have much but at least she loves me. We've had plenty of good times, and bad ones, too, but at least we were always together.

I think he nailed mother already. I don't know how he did it without me and Kenny being the wiser, but I'm sure of it. Mother's strangely quiet about it.

She's finding out about the house. But being that she's not as close to the kids who know it better than anyone, I know the mazes much better than her.

Sometimes I watch Kenny whack off too. I found a hidden corridor that leads directly to his room. I can see everything he does from his ceiling. He can't see me.

It's amazing how much sperm the boy has. I guess big dicks make for big appetites. I give him at least two suck jobs a day, and he still jerks off at least once.

And forget about Randy. She does nothing but masturbate the entire day long. She reminds me of me at that age, but at least I gave up and fucked somebody.

I don't care how many times you jerk off. it's just not the same as being fucked. There's nothing like the feel of a rock hard hot cock poking into you.

It feels like your whole life you had been waiting for this moment-without even knowing it. You keep moving in life looking for a cock without even knowing it.

I got to get Kenny to fuck me, no matter how much it hurts. His cock is so beautiful, just the sight of it drives me crazy. I've sucked it enough!

But he's such a nice kid he's afraid of hurting me. Once he drew blood and no matter what I say know he just won't do it. It makes me want him even more.

Kenny's really a lot different than his father. I always think that it is the size of his cock that gives him a different personality than his hoary old man.

I think that the size of his cock is a characteristic that shows in his personality. He confided in me once that he always thought to himself that he was a freak.

But then when I came to the house, he said that he then changed the way he felt about himself. I was real glad to hear that, real glad. I had made a difference.

Oh Kenny, I do yearn to fuck you so. Please, don't worry about hurting me with your big thing. I won't mind, honest. Just put it in me, as far as it will go.

The other day Kenny went out with his father. I was left by myself to spend the rest of the day alone. I figured this was as good a chance as any to get to know Randy.

But first I snuck up to the attic to see what she was doing in her room. Just my luck I was catching her jerk off. I took off my panties and settled down to watch.

I spread my legs wide and was just about to settle into a good old time of strumming my clit while I watched her fiddle with her ass-hole when an idea hit me.

Why not enjoy myself with Randy? Instead of fingering myself, she could finger me and I could do the same for her. I sounded like a really great idea.

But I knew the snotty little bitch wouldn't go for it unless I caught her at the right time. First, I would let her work herself up to a fever pitch.

I watched her get undressed. Then she rubbed herself with her hands over the entire length of her body. Her hands rested on her chest and cupped her titties.

Those big nipples of hers looked more inviting than ever. I was dying to get my hot mouth on them and give them a good working over with my tongue.

If I could ever get my mouth on them I'd drive her wild with my flicking tongue. She's give in once she found out how good it felt to have your tits sucked.

Suddenly she fell to her knees and reached her hands underneath her bed as if she was looking for something. She dragged out a pair of her mother's high heels.

They were the spiked black ones. And even though they were much too big for her she looked positively darling in them just the same. They showed off her curves.

The heels high designs arched her foot in a sensuous curve and propped up her ass. Her tailbone was raised up and the curves of her legs were more clearly defined.

She took her bottle and then sat on the bed. She lifted up her legs so that the heels of the shoes dug into the mattress. Her cunt was gaping open.

She took the rounded end of the bottle and gently caressed her hot cunt lips with it. As she kept up her work the lips began to twitch and she moaned in heat.

She brought the end of the bottle up to her clit. She worked it around the throbbing nub and then started to gasp. Her head fell back on the bed with a thud.

Her heels dug into the bed and kept her pussy parted wide open. She strummed her clit with the bottle end and then started to probe it up her pink hole.

This was my chance. If I hurried I could burst in on her just while her homemade dildo was about to make its way inside of her. But her door had to be open.

I had no idea what to expect. If her door was closed my lusty affair was nipped in the bud. Even if it was open I had my work cut out for me.

I had no doubt that upon seeing me, Randy would, squeal like a murderess had just announced her presence. I expected nothing but trouble from the prudish bitch.

I felt the doorknob to her room and rejoiced when it turned in my hand. The lusty nymphet had forgotten to lock it so anxious she was to jerk off.

I pushed the door all the way open and found her writhing on the bed just as I had seen her from up above. The bottle had made its way all the way inside her.

She was so into herself that she did not notice my entrance. I slammed the door closed. She looked up just in time to see me lock it. I began undressing.

"Missy, what is this? What the heck do you think you're doing?

"Relax Randy, it's okay. We're just gonna have some fun. That's all."

I was peeling off my clothes one by one. First I took off my skirt and bared my cunt. Then I removed my blouse and cupped my nice big tits for her to see.

She was still acting like the little prude she was. but watching my tits.

"Missy, if you don't get out of here this instant, I'm going to report you."

"And what are you going to tell your father? You were jerking off?"

No matter what she said to me I kept making my way forward until I was on top of her. Despite all her urgings for me to stop, she never once removed her bottle.

I fell on the bed next to her rubbing my tits all the while. I bulged out my nipples with my squeezing hands as they rose to attention. She kept staring at them.

While she pumped herself with the dildo, I kept my tits cupped and placed each nipple into her sucking mouth one at a time. I could tell the action inflamed.

While she hungrily sucked my tits like a newborn babe, I reached my hand down to her gash and stroked the lips and clit. She moaned through her sucking mouth.

Things had gone much easier than I had anticipated. She had succumbed relatively easy. Perhaps she had some of her mother's lustiness bottled up inside her.

And to think, I was the one unleashing it, like a genie being let out of a bottle. I fingered her clit by rolling it like it was a ball bearing dipped in grease.

She moaned ecstatically and spread her legs wider apart. The base of the bottle slammed into her wet cunt lips as the dildo-like head plunged deep inside her.

I took my tits out of her mouth and replaced them with my lips. Our , mouths touched and our tongues swished together. She kissed me back hard.

I felt her melt in my arms and knew now that I had her dead to rights. I was aiming to suck on those nipples of hers. I could feel them swelling up with blood.

I fingered them with my long, red fingernails. I tweaked and scratched them and felt her writhe and then she moaned. I cupped the whole tit and squeezed it.

She became more passionate and pressed her mouth hard against mine. She sucked my tongue between her lips and drew back and forth. I kneaded her tits like dough. I could feel that the nipples were getting very hard. I pulled my mouth of hers and went to work on them with my lips. I kissed both of them one at a time.

She gushed with excitement when she felt my tongue wet lash those nips of hers. She arched her back and lifted her ass off the bed while driving the dildo hard into her.

As I mouthed both nipples I played with her gash with my free hand. I placed my probing finger directly onto her throbbing clit and strummed like mad.

As her breaths became heavier she increased her motions and I increased mine. When her sighs became high-pitched I knew she was coming and clamped my mouth on hers.

I choked off her cry of orgasm just as it was rising up from the pit of her stomach. I wrang the last of her spasms out of her with my vigorously stroking digit on her clit.

The bottle plopped out of her gaping hole and juices streamed down her legs and onto the bed covers. She was still breathing hard and I watched her tits rise and fall.

Now that she had come I saw the nipples go down like deflating balloons. As time went on they lost their hardened texture and became dried up and puckered.

I kissed them both and then my wet tongue began a trek down the curve of her belly. I took the come-stained rounded head of the bottle and tasted her dew in my mouth.

It was a sweet tasting elixir, much like her brother's. I wondered if Mrs. Carter had the same sweet-smelling dew and luscious taste to hers. I yearned to try.

But right now Randy was all mine. I had loosened her up with one orgasm and now I prepared to expertly suck out her cunt and wring another orgasm out of her.

As my tongue made its way past her belly she began to moan for me to stop. I knew that this was mere ruse to save her self-respect and kept on licking my way down.

I paused at the hairless rim of her cunt and inspected it. The lips were red and brimming with juice. Her clit was still aroused and protruding from the lips.

I worked my tongue all around the sensitive area of her clit without once laying a blessed stroke upon it. She became hot with anticipation and raised up her ass.

She had just blown a monumental load just minutes before and already she was pining for another blow. Either Randy wasn't a prude, or I had caught her off guard.

Catching her with her pants down, it was hard for her to resist my fiery advances. Especially when I had timed my entrance at just the right moment.

Knowing the house as well as I did in the short time that I had been there was surely an advantage. I knew that as time went on I would get even better at it.

I would be able to know what was going on at any part of the house and be there in seconds flat. Finally, my tongue lashed at her clit and I heard Randy gasp.

Once I had elicited from her a response like that, it was impossible for me to contain my own lust any longer. I flicked at her clit wildly.

Her moans became louder and louder until I feared that her sexy sighing could be heard outside the door. There was only one thing that could hush her up.

I continued mouthing her clit and straddled her face with my legs. My luscious ass mounds stared her directly in the face and I defied her to resist their charm.

Soon as I was in position, I could feel her hands clasp my chunky buttocks. She pulled them down toward her face and smothered herself in my gaping gash.

This time I let out a howl of pleasure as I felt her tongue probe up my chute and wriggle itself around inside. I stopped mouthing her to concentrate on her sucking.

I don't know where the little urchin had learned to suck a gash like she did mine, but she was sure good at it. Better than me in fact. She really got into it.

"Oh, Randy, you're really sucking out my gash. Oh, oh, oh God ... "

She eased her tongue into long, lapping swipes that completely encompassed my gash from clit to hole. I could feel her hot fingers kneading my sweet ass buns. I couldn't help but sway my head from side to side from the delectable swoon her loving mouth had me captured in. I was a hot panther, and writhing like a whore.

I felt my heavy tits in both hands and squeezed them while tweaking the nipples hard. I slightly bobbed my cunt up and down on her face and gyrated my ass.

My lips were pursed and my face was contorted in an expression that looked like pain. But it wasn't pain that had gripped me, but a wonderful rapturous pleasure.

"Suck my cunt, you whore. Suck it out. Suck it good. Ahhhhhhh ... "

I felt her tongue start at my clit and twiddle it for a long moment. Then the flat part of her tongue made its way along the trace of my wet cunt lips.

When it got to my pink hole, her tongue darted up it and continued there for two or three long strokes. Then my mind snapped when she tongued my ass-hole.

A low, throaty moan of sensuous delight rushed out of my mouth and I bobbed my ass into her loving tongue. I felt the tip probe up my teeming brown chute.

Now I was a lust-driven vixen. I swayed my head downward, moaning all the while, and when I came upon her cunt I snatched the hot clit between my lips.

I sucked it frantically in and out of my mouth while my tongue flicked like mad all over it. I felt her tongue bury itself up my hot ass tract.

I rubbed my throbbing clit against her chin. I could feel her face getting drenched with the dew that ran out of my love box. A succession of spasms overtook me.

All the while I came I never stopped for a second my own hot mouthing of her cunt. As I succumbed to a thunderous orgasm, she too evaporated into the air.

As her come poured out I lapped it up with my straining tongue. I drank down all her juice then poked my tongue up her pink hole to clean it out totally.

I felt her tongue lashing all along my juicy cunt lips and eating down all my own steamy dew. When I was completely dry I expected her to stop, but she didn't.

Instead, she kept on lapping. I began to groan from her work. I was surprised enough that she had ate me out, but I had never expected her to really get into it.

She was in love with my ass and cunt and wouldn't let go of it with her mouth. She licked every square inch of my sensitive parts until my loins were boiling.

Her first move would be to mouth out my ass-hole. She licked the tract as clean as whistle all the while driving me completely mad in the process.

She had my eyes rolling in their sockets every time she plunged her wriggling tongue especially deep up my chute. I was mad with passion, my nipples rock hard.

I brusquely played with them, imagining how Mr. Carter would roguishly handle them if he were present right now. Suddenly, the idea of him wasn't so repellent.

I could imagine him snapping his sharp teeth right down on the meat of my bloated nipples and meanly biting them. For some reason, it turned me on.

I tweaked my nipples very hard. I felt her tongue leave my ass-hole and plunge deep inside my pink hole. The new penetration made me gasp in excitement.

She grabbed my ass globes very hard and pulled my cunt down on her face. All her features were nuzzled into my cunt meat as she lapped the hole heartily.

I had not expected to be so inflamed by the girl. I figured, at best, that I would be the leader in the bout of love. But that was simply not the case.

The girl had rested from me the dominant role. And I was so filled with passion that I was more than willing to let her have at my gash to her fill.

I kept moaning over and over again. Now it was my sighs that we had to fear might prick up someone's ears. Her face literally engulfed my cunt.

Her lips had clamped onto my clit and sucked it in and out of her mouth. As she did this her lips held the nub in place so that her tongue could flick all over it.

She was practically lifting me off the bed with her hot sucking. Her nose dug into my pink hole parting the lips. Her hands forced my ass, and cunt, into her.

As she lifted my knees off the bed, my face flushed and my mouth letting out little squeals of passion, her face buried all the more into my gaping gash.

She was so determined in her lovemaking that she managed to turn me on my side, and then wrest me onto my back where she then mounted on top of me.

I clutched her ass and split her ass-cheeks wide and then snapped them open and closed. I budded open her ass-hole and snatch hole by doing this.

She picked up my legs and forced them all the way back. This position gave her full access to both my holes and she ate both of them at will.

I held onto her firm globes and pulled her cunt to my face. My tongue twiddled her clit before roving the length of her crack and darting up her pink hole.

When my tongue entered into her she bobbed her ass up and down on my face. I kept my tongue stiff and taut so as to make it feel like solid protuberance.

She kept her hands around my knees so that my cunt continued to be stretched wide apart. As she rode my tongue her own hot-mouthed every inch of my sensitive parts.

She began at the ass-hole, probing the tip of it along the inner pink lips of the budded open brown hole, and then moved it along my wet cunt.

Her tongue darted into it once, twice three times, until I was just about to blow with one more thrust, and then she swallowed my clit between her lips.

I let out a moan of passion that was much more like an animal-like grunt. I forced my legs open wider still and jutted my sweet ass up off the bed.

She could tip my cunt into her face by applying pressure with her hands that had gripped my knees to keep my legs firmly in place and my holes bared.

In this fashion, with my tongue buried up her cunt, she lapped my clit, darted up my pink hole, and then forced the length of her tongue up my brown chute.

I was riveted in position and forced to take the full brunt of her seething attack of pleasure. I was so thrilled and lust driven I began to moan and spasm.

I was past the point of coming. It was more like I had succumbed to one long orgasm that remained buried in my flesh and bones and continued to rack me with pleasure.

My three most sensitive parts were there for her to run her tongue over each. And she did, over every inch of their tender areas, until each of them began to palpitate.

I could feel the inner pink membranes of my aroused ass-hole twitching from seething spasms of pleasure. My cunt opened and closed of its own accord.

My clit was a vibrating nub of delight that did nothing but send my fever to an absolute zenith. All three of those parts were sizzling with intense pleasure.

And my lover continued to lay one long, wet stroke of her lashing tongue after another upon all three of them until I was mad with lust and completely inflamed.

I mouthed her holes exactly the same way that she was loving mine. I stuck my tongue far up her brown chute and reamed it clean as a whistle.

Then I darted my tongue equally as far up her pink slit and wriggled around like mad making sure that I fired up the meat to an angry red color.

I clamped my lips around her clit and sucked it like I was a milk pump. Except my goal was to pump from her every last drop of her luscious love dew.

I felt the whole area of my fevered loins begin to convulse of their own accord. The spasm that was hitting was immense, like an electrical tidal wave.

Not once did that little nymph stop her crazy mouthing of me. My eyes were stuck in my forehead, and my tongue up her ass, when my rocketing orgasm hit.

The expression froze on my face. I pulled her cunt closer and sucked down her juice as she too came from my work.

A stream of cunt juice flowed from me and doused my cunt and ass-hole that Randy lovingly lapped up.

And that's when I learned that Randy was as horny as me.

High class or not.

CHAPTER EIGHT

I was quite sure that mother had been nailed by Mr. Carter. Frankly, I don't see how they could've done it without my spotting them.

Not only did Kenny and I know every inch of the house, but after my experience with Randy she began to come along with us.

Actually, I was getting in the habit of taking off with either one of them, but not the both of them at the same time.

Whoever I went with I wanted their full attention. I didn't want to compete with Kenny for Randy and vice-versa. It was my show. I had invented it.

Not only was I sure that mom and Mr. Carter had fucked, though I couldn't prove it, but mother's lusty ways were beginning to get the better of her now.

It was getting to be a real madhouse where sex was concerned. Everyone, and I mean everyone, was doing nothing but fucking and jerking off all day.

If it wasn't I, Kenny, or Randy whacking off somewhere alone, we were doing it together. Mother jerked off two, and the Carter's kept fucking like demented chimps.

Mr. Carter nailed his wife in every conceivable position. He fucked her on the kitchen table, as well as hanging off it, and in both of her hot holes.

He fucked her in the master bedroom with her tits hanging out the window, she yelling into the barren courtyard down below that he was fucking her up the ass.

I'm quite sure that Mr. Carter had a lot of action going on the side. He was away a lot. And as far as I could see, he was decadently rich and did not own a business.

So where he went during the day was anybody's guess. Why I figured that he and mom had already gotten down was because some days she left with him to go out.

It was during the day and Mrs. Carter had already left to go shopping. Mother took off in the car with Mr. Carter and didn't return home till five minutes before five.

Five o'clock was usually the time that Livinia came back from shopping, her arms filled to the brim with the latest styles and fashions for Brent's pleasure.

Me and Randy were skulking the nooks and crannies one day looking for some action and what do you think we see. Why, mom has hold of Kenny's prick!

I'm really stunned by her brazenness. I know she's a lusty gal but I didn't think she would go so far as to maybe loose her job. Suppose someone saw her.

Kenny had seen her come many times. He had seen every inch of her body though mother didn't know it. That's why he didn't give in when she advanced on him.

"Why you brazen little boy. You're not the least bit shocked."

"Why should I be Mrs. Clark. I see you nude all the time."

"Why, what do you mean, Kenny, you see me naked all the time."

And while mother quizzed him, and Kenny spilt the beans about our eavesdropping, mom kept stroking his cock, obviously delighted at its mammoth size.

I was hurt. I wanted that cock for me and now mother was stealing right out from under me. I knew Kenny would fall in love with her once he put it in.

Her cunt was so big that it would fit his cock perfectly. And then when mother did all her tricks on him like squeezing his cock with her walls, I was done for.

Why, I couldn't even fit Kenny's cock up my hole, much less snap on it with loving pulls that mother's gash could engineer. I watched that cock grow in her hand.

Randy was very excited from watching her brother's big cock harden from mother's pulling paw. I doubt whether she had ever seen her brother's big cock before.

And mom was really letting him have. She had hold of the foreskin with one hand and snapped it up and down on his cock from tip to stem.

All the while she stroked him she got him to tell her everything about the way we had been eavesdropping on everyone in the house, including her.

She was an expert at cajoling a man, and boys were even easier, by fondling his prick and teasing the truth out of them. Kenny was putty in her hands.

As they talked and she stroked his cock got bigger and finally that foreskin of his became taut and it was impossible to strum the pecker. Mom's face was flushed.

She was obviously in love with the size of the monstrous pecker. She pawed it in both hands and felt its firmness. She played with the cock head with loving fingers.

Before taking it into her mouth, she began to undress. I could see Kenny's cock lurch in anticipation of getting a look at her massive boobs close up.

To Kenny, getting down with my mother was a perfectly natural event. He had seen her writhe in orgasm many times before and had imagined himself her lover.

Instead of it being a dream come true, it was more of an inevitable event. He knew it, and it was just a matter of time in his mind that my mother would know it too.

That's why he had not been taken aback by my mother's sexual advance. And the fact that he was more than ready to fuck her made mother quite inflamed.

His lewdness inspired her to new heights. She removed her skirt in a flash and then prepared to lift off her blouse. Then she stood there with just a bra on.

My mother standing there with those humungous tits of hers and a huge cock in her hand is quite an awe-inspiring sight. I felt Randy's hands on my tits.

I let her play with them as my eyes and Kenny's fastened on my mother's hands fumbling to remove her bra. The latch unhooked and then her mountains of flesh spilled out.

Each mountain was topped with a silver dollar-sized red hub. Those nipples were rising up in anticipation of the fun to come. Kenny's cock was bone hard.

With her bra off mother sat on the bed and pulled Kenny closer by tugging on his big boner. She put it inside her cleavage and it became lost in her folds of flesh.

She mashed both her globes around it and savored the feel of his hot scepter melting her. Her tits formed around it and then she bobbed them up and down.

In the center between them was his rock hard cock. She literally jerked off his pecker with her big bobs. Then she bared the cock head and thrust her mouth upon it.

By this time I could feel Randy's hands working inside my bra and her pelvis was grinding its way into my ass. I reached behind me and felt for her crotch.

When I touched her poontang she took her hands off my tits, whose nipples her fondlings had bloated to stiffness, and pulled down my wet panties all the way.

I felt her finger find my clit and then her free hand went back to my hot tits. I let out a hot gasp as my eyes followed my mother's crazy lapping tongue.

She had moved her tits totally off his tool and was hot mouthing the whole thing. Her next move was to deep throat it expecting the boy to flip his gourd.

But Kenny had been through the maneuver with me many times before. As mother gobbled down his cock to the root, he merely grabbed her ears and held her head in place.

With his cock buried in her throat, her lips looked like those of a fish as they encircled and kissed the blood-gorged base of his long cock.

Mother had figured that her charming swallowing would certainly inflame the boy no end. Instead he took to it like a duck to water working it in and out of her mouth.

Mother could not believe his calm indifference to her crazy sucking. Her tongue lashed all over it, from top to bottom, as he jerked the cock head out from her throat.

It was hot sight to watch mother sitting there on the bed taking all of his big dick deep in her mouth with her legs spread open and her big tits jiggling.

As Kenny mouth fucked her, he couldn't resist laying both hands on her fleshy. globes and reveling in their size and form. They were perfect bulbs that jutted straight out.

They did not hand from their fearsome weight as do some pairs of jugs that are of that size and proportions. Mother's jugs were perfectly formed nodules.

As the nipples rose up to their limit from the boy's hot fondling, mother's long sucking from tip to base increased to an unbelievable intensity.

I'm sure that she was convinced that she was introducing the boy to sex. It was turning her on to think that she was raping this young babe for the first time.

The way she hungrily snapped her mouth down on his cock and endeavored to swallow it down her throat made me believe that she was, indeed, raping him.

Her lust was beyond her control. That huge cock perforating her throat and filling her mouth to the brim was making her seethe with a fiery passion.

I saw mother go down on plenty of cock in her day, but never with the fervor that she gobbled down Kenny's hard pole. I thought she would draw come right then.

But then her lapping tongue let up and with a big hearty sucking motion of her cheeks and bps, she slowly, reluctantly, withdrew the snake from her mouth.

With a big wet plop the cock head extricated itself and then the staff waved up and down a long moment from the effect of her mouth's loving suction.

Her dark eyes were little points that literally drank in the sight of the long, wet fat monster. Now the good part was to come. She prepared to be fucked.

She laid down on the bed with a smile that stretched ear to ear. She spread her legs wide and played with the web-like folds of her pink cunt meat.

Kenny's eyes nearly popped out of his head from the way mother mauled her sensitive opening. She feverishly fingered the clit with one long, sharp fingernail.

She expanded and contracted her huge pink hole as if to beckon him to place his cock inside her. That gaping hole of hers seemed to wink at him.

Her magnificent bulbs stood straight out from her body though she was laying on her back. Their firm meat never stopped amazing me the way they stood out.

Kenny's cock gorged to its zenith from the spectacle of my mother writhing on his bed like a cheap whore. And a beautiful whore at that, who was all his.

She raised that luscious ass of hers and writhed her cunt in his face. She practically snapped it at him, working him up to a state of lust he had never known.

As Kenny made his way on hands and knees along the bed and prepared to mount her, my own passion took root and I found myself whipping all my clothes off.

I was thrilled to find that Randy had already striped herself naked and was rubbing her hot body against mine. Those big nipples of hers were rising up.

Mother took the boy's cock in her loving paw and directed it into her cunt. The cock head lost itself in the massive folds of cunt meat surrounding it.

Then, like it had latched onto a sucking pump, mother pulled that cock into her and buried the whole thing inside of her clear up to the balls.

Both hands clasped his large sac of balls and pressed it against her wet cunt lips. You could tell the way the boy reacted that her cunt was snapping on his cock.

He wanted to fuck her badly and was desperate to work his cock in and out of her but mother's slit had a death grip on it. She writhed through a huge orgasm.

As soon as his cock had lodged itself firmly inside her, her loins were overcome with a searing wave of passion that nearly had the effect of wrenching off his cock.

He tried to ride the wave as best he could, but mother's snapping gash formed and gripped around his cock like a bear trap and wrung every last drop of pleasure out of him.

She held his cock inside herself a full minute as one spasm after another pulsed through and pulled, pumped and jerked on every inch of his mammoth manmeat.

His magnificent member had her inflamed, and orgasm after orgasm pulsed through her loins. She wrung herself out on his dick, designing her insides to fit it perfectly.

Her long, curvaceous legs formed around his back. Those marvelous ass-cheeks of her surrounded his waist and the poor boy's body was nearly lost from view.

Then just as quickly as mother's cunt had sucked that thing inside of her, she let it go with her cunt muscles and literally forced it out of herself.

Without the boy having to exert any force of his own, his dick came out of her vise of a cunt and then she latched onto it with both of her hands.

She moved up and once more buried his tool, this time stained with her own come, deep into her mouth. In a second, the cock head pierced the gap of her throat.

Her lips kissed the base of his staff and she cleaned him of her steamy dew. That tongue of hers encircled every inch of the staff and whisked it clean.

If I knew mother, she was determined to experience that monster of the young boy's in every one of her holes. One way or another it was destined for her ass.

She drew it out of her mouth with that long sucking motion and when the tip flew out she nuzzled his whole thing into the cleavage of her massive breasts.

As she strummed her globes up and down its sides, her quick tongue flicked out and teased the bloated cock head. If she didn't watch it, Kenny would come.

I had hold of that cock plenty of times before to know what it took to blows Kenny's load. But mother's passion was such that she couldn't resist fondling it.

If Kenny were to come, that would be the end of the show, and Randy and I would have to wait for another day to see her brother's cock take root up my mother's ass.

I prayed that mother wouldn't get too worked up and suck down his come prematurely. I knew she was dying to taste his sperm. But I knew her ass was hungry too.

There was no way she was not going to try that pole up her ass. I had seen her take many a prodigious staff up that chute, as mother was fond of large cocks.

That's why she had a penchant for black men. Besides loving the taste of black cock and always wanting to suck it, she was truly fond of their massive sizes.

Sometimes this got her into trouble. I remember one dude who had beaten and raped her. He had a huge pole. It was big and black and mother went crazy at its sight.

But the dude was into beating her and by the time he was done mother was a mass of bruises. Then he fucked her like mad, and she loved every minute of it.

The whole time I watched her get beat up. For some reason it turned me on, and her too. Though for days she could hardly walk from the way he had brutally fucked her.

Now mother was doing a little raping of her own. No matter where the boy ventured on top of the bed, mother's hands clasped firmly to his blood gorged pecker.

There was one place she was going to put it if she had to yank that dick off him and place it up there herself. She held on to it and turned over.

One hand firmly held his cock while on hands and knees she took her other hand and spread open an ass-cheek. I could see the hole palpitating in anticipation.

Kenny was powerless to resist. She was twice his size, it seemed, and nearly twice as strong. She gave the impression she would wrench off his tool if he didn't cooperate.

So he cooperated. He let her poke the tip of his cock head into her teeming canal and watched her membranes suck up inside her the rest of his ample pole

The tight confines of her ass tract gripped and formed around his pole and drew it inside her. By the time she was finished, his feet were dangling above the bed.

Her ass mounds were so meaty and chunky, that by the time his cock was buried in her roost, he had to sit on her, ass to ass, in order to keep his balance.

The proportion of one to the other was as if mother was fucking a beloved dog. To pump into her he had to lift off his ass, and hers, and plow home.

Each time he waylaid her like that, mother let put a little pig-like squeal of delight. She kept cursing at him and telling him to fuck her harder, or else.

She called him everything under the sun to get him riled up enough to pump real hard in and out of her ass-hole. She even said he had a puny dick.

That was, of course, ridiculous. Mother's ass was a veteran tract that had had many humungous poles thrust inside it. Even know the rim was contorted out of shape.

Kenny's cock must be as wide as a baseball around. The cock head alone is enough to send women screaming in excruciating pain as it bangs against something inside of them.

But mother's lusty tract could take it easily. Only thing was that Kenny could not plant his feet firmly on the bed so as to plow into her with everything he hand.

By sitting atop her ass he could bob himself up and down and work his cock in and out a few inches. Mother's tract kept on pulling the cock into her.

I kept backing my sweet ass into Randy's snatch and could feel my mounds become wet with her streaming dew. Her finger was running real fast in and out my own gash.

I rode her finger and ground my ass into her cunt while I watched mother's ass-hole engulf Kenny's big pecker. Randy pinched one of my nipples with her fingers.

There was only one way mother was going to be able to pump that tool inside her. She had to change positions so that she sat on top of the cock.

She ordered the boy to lay face down on her back, and with her ass-hole holding onto his cock with a great suction, she flipped her and the boy totally over.

As soon as he was positioned on his back, she lifted her full weight off him and straddled his thighs. His cock was still firmly embedded up her ass.

She raised her self up on her feet and Randy and I could see the blood gorged staff that was wet with her pudding. The cock head was still inside.

Using her strong legs to pump her, mother rode that cock sheathing it deep up her bowels and mashing her ass on top of the boy's balls. She cupped her tits too.

As she pumped her self up and down on that magnificent instrument, getting the full flavor of its power as it bore home, she tweaked her nipples very hard.

She took one humungous tit and pushed it up so that she could tease a nipple with her straining tongue. Her free hand worked feverishly on her gash.

She fingered the clit with one, long and scratching fingernail and then drove three, sometimes four, fast racing fingers in and out of her pink slice.

All the while she jumped up and down on the boy's cock enjoying the feeling when a hearty thrust drove his bulbous cock head especially deep inside her.

Randy was very inflamed from the lewd spectacle of her brother's cock being engulfed by my mother's teeming ass tract. She strummed my clit very hard.

I wanted to turn about and do the same for her but I dare not take my eyes off the scene that was unfolding right in front of them. My nipples were very hard.

I reached behind me and latched onto Randy's ass cheeks with my hands and pulled her cunt closer into my ass. She kept fingering me and playing with my tits.

Mother laid back on top of the boy and smothered him with her weight. If her raping tactics had formerly been less obvious, they were now clearly exhibited.

There was no way that the boy could withstand her fearful weight and enjoy himself at the same time, though his cock had not lost a solitary inch inside of her.

Mother snapped her ass-hole around his dick and played with her tits and cunt while she did so. Randy and I had a clear view of everything.

We could see Kenny's cock enter and withdraw from mother's flaming ass. And we could see her feverish pawings of her own bloated clit and gaping cunt.

She smashed four fingers inside of her cunt with such force that splashes of her love dew painted the boy's heavy sac of balls. There was a nipple in her mouth again.

Though he was in obvious discomfort, Kenny was quite passionate from mother's steady lovemaking. His cock was hard as ever, and bigger than I had ever seen it.

It was a marvel to watch the rim of her ass-hole make its sucking way up and down his engorged pole. It was sheathed, and then released to the rim of the head.

But the cock head would never clearly show itself outside of mother's hole. She kept that baseball-like thing firmly inside of her at all times.

She sat up and began to move in a circular motion atop his dick. Soon she had turned completely around and Randy and I viewed her lovely ass.

The cheeks red-red from having slapped against the boy's flesh when she had jumped up and down on his tool. Now she spread her cheeks and once more engulfed it.

With her cheeks spread like that we could see the whole pole get buried inside her tight canal. The rim of her ass-hole pressed against his scrotum sac.

Out of the blue she started a fearful pumping of her ass up and down the length of the shaft never once letting loose of the precious cock head.

Always that part of the cock, the most awesome, stayed inside her snapping tract and pulled and tugged on it fiercely as she bobbed up and down.

It would be a moment before the boy would blow his load at this frantic pace. Mother's moan were deep, throaty bellows of wanton sexual abandon.

She hadn't a care in the world except for that cock in her bowels. In a moment her eyes were rolling in her head and the length of his cock escaped from view.

Her tract palpitated around the staff as she came and at the same time endeavored to draw come out of the cock she was riding. At the right moment, she lifted off.

I knew mother was anxious to get a taste of the boy's fine young sperm. Just as it was about to burst forth, her lips clamped around the cock head.

We could not see the come rushing out of the tip for mother's mouth encompassed the entire cock head.

We knew that every drop of his elixir was being lovingly swallowed down her hungry throat. I felt myself spasm.

Then behind me, Randy rocked in her place and she too succumbed to a fiery orgasm from her cunt grinding against my flanks.

Mother let some sperm leak out from her lips and bathe the shit-stained staff. The her lapping tongue licked him clean as a whistle.

And Kenny was no longer a virgin.

He had been lovingly, brutally, raped.

CHAPTER NINE

It was a matter of time before Mr. Carter made his feelings known toward me. I was really in for it.

He wound up corralling me one day. And guess what? His wife was with him. They did a double on me.

I had to wonder the whole while whether Kenny and Randy were watching the whole thing come down.

It's impossible to tell when anyone's watching you when you're fucking. I mean, you're so involved in what you're doing that you don't pay attention to anything else.

It was a rather original way that they nailed me. I doubt whether the Mrs. was in on the plan. But whether she was or not she was willing to join in.

As time went on my feelings toward the master, never really amicable ones, became even less so. I absolutely detested the man. Then I had to fuck him-arghh.

I was in the kitchen. Mother was out of the house doing some shopping. I was washing the breakfast dishes when he came in. Then he grabbed me from behind.

I felt his pawing hands go directly for my tits. Before I could stop him his hands roved along my belly. In another instant he was lingering around my cunt.

"Mr. Carter, what is the meaning of this? Why, I'm shocked."

"Shocked? About what? It's perfectly natural. You're a beautiful girl."

I'd heard that line too many times to be fooled by it. All the while he kept a paw on my tits and the other one around my cunt. I finally wrenched free.

"If you don't watch it, I'll tell your wife. How's that?"

"Go right ahead. First of all, she won't believe you."

"I rather doubt that. As far as I can see, Mrs. Carter knows about you."

"Believe me, urchin, she knows nothing. She prefers not to know."

And still his fingers kept probing my sensitive parts. I guess I'm the kind of girl who just can't say no. What the hell, I hadn't been fucked in months.

Jerking off is not the same as fucking. Besides, there was no way I was going to get Kenny Carter's dick in me. I might as well settle for the old man.

I let him lead me to his bedroom. I knew a shorted way via a hidden corridor but I made him lead me in his own direction. He kept his hands on me all the way.

By the time we reached the master bedroom I was flushed and panting. I wondered if Kenny had sniffed out the spectacle to come. And possibly Randy too.

Why, right now they could be dropping their clothes in anticipation of the fuck bout to come. He opened the door and the both of us walked inside.

"Mrs. Carter! Why, what on earth are you doing here?"

She wasn't smiling. I hadn't expected for her to be in on this but as long as she was here I didn't mind. After all, I had fucked with her daughter.

The idea of getting down with the two of them intrigued me. The master kept working me up with his fondling hands. The way she was dressed also turned me on.

She was standing by the side of the bed dressed in a seductive leather garment. It consisted of a bra with no cups, and a very skimpy pair of panties.

The panties had a slit in them that ran from the length of her cunt to the crack of her ass. To this she added a very high pair of black high heels.

Her hair hung loosely on her shoulders and was sort of ruffled looking. She had on a tone of makeup that made her look more whorish than ever.

He face was plastered with white powder. Her eyes were heavily mascaraed and she wore thick, glossy red lipstick on her lips. Her cheeks were flaming red. She had applied a more than amply supply of red rouge that gave her cheekbones a rather regal effect. She looked like a proud Indian squaw.

The heavy makeup dimmed that puggish look of hers and replaced it with a devilish countenance. She was more seductive than I had ever seen her before.

She turned me on in fact. The sight of her did more to boil my blood than all his pawings had accomplished. I yearned to rub my hot body against hers.

She came over to us and I saw her long, red painted fingernails reach out to hold my tits. Now the both of them ran their fevered hands all over me.

It didn't take me long to get extremely passionate. The both of them worked me over good. Mr. Carter had his hand in my panties and groped at my cunt.

"She's wet down there. The little tart is reacting just right."

I let the remark slid because I was too hot to argue. But mostly I was mesmerized by the voluptuous sight of Livinia. I was positively entranced with her.

Close up, she had a vivaciousness that was invisible from a distance. I was drawn to her in every way, especially sexually, and I let her play with me.

Those pretty hands of her kept working on my tits. She unfastened the top of my uniform and then removed her bra. The flap fell down and bared my tits.

Her red tipped claws contrasted nicely with my creamy white globes of flesh. She ran her thumb over both nipples and they became hard instantly.

I was very excited from watching her gropings while feeling Mr. Carter's finger plunge deep up my gash. His other hand worked in the crack of my ass.

Four sets of hands had a go at me. Two I could see and keep my eyes fixed on them as she cupped and encircled my tits. Mr. Carter found my brown hole.

With a finger already racing in and out of my gash, the brute took it upon himself to root a finger up my ass. He buried his middle finger to the first knuckle.

As my chute had not been prepared in the slightest, the meager penetration caused me a fair deal of pain. I was so worked up all I could do was gasp.

My moans became hotter and my nipples became fully aroused. I watched those red claws tease, scratch and fondle my meaty tits and ripe red cherries.

In one feel swoop he buried the rest of his finger up my tract. At the same moment Livinia bent to me and clamped her mouth very hard against mine.

Her hands still massaged my tits while his finger kept running in and out of my cunt. All my sensitive parts were accounted for and I became passionate instantly.

Mr. Carter managed to pull of the rest of my outfit before re-inserting his maddening finger in my cunt. I stood there completely naked save for my heels.

As they made passionate love to me they led me over to the bed. He let go of me with his hands and got undressed. I had the Mrs. all to myself now.

We fell on the bed, me on top of her, and we immediately worked one another over. I knew she was a lusty sort from the times I had spied on her and took advantage.

I played with her tits through her cupless bra. Their circumferences were lined with a leather strip that completely encircled both of her ample breasts.

I grabbed both tits in my own red-tipped hands and cupped and fondled their meat. She gushed with excitement at my fiery probing and spread her legs wide.

As soon as the nipples rose to full attention I replaced my hands with my mouth. I ran a finger over the crack of her cunt and twiddled her swelling clit.

Her gasps filled the room with their sensuous echo. I wondered if the children were watching us right now. Kenny's huge cock was probably just rising.

I wonder, if they were watching, what they thought of their mother being made love to by a girl half her age. And how about their father's seduction of me!

No matter what they thought about their father, they probably had no idea, as I had, that he was just a natural born rogue regardless of his vaunted station.

Perhaps the children had never seen another model of an adult to accurately judge their father for the cad he was. I truly hoped they were tuning in.

I took my mouth off her nubs when they were both very hard and swollen. She was breathing heavily, for every breath she took raised me up as I lay on top of her.

I captured her gasping mouth in mine and kissed her hard. Our lips pressed together and I drive my snaking tongue deep into her mouth and against her throat.

I felt a pair of hands rubbing my tender ass-cheeks. The vigorous way that I was pawed indicated that those hands could only belong to one person only.

Mr. Carter's cock head pressed against one of my buns as he raised me up onto my knees. My tits hung in front of his wife's face and she took the nipples into her mouth.

Her hands encircled my tits and squeezed. I felt his cock head parting open the lips of my pussy. The cock head darted in my pink hole and I gasped.

"Oh, the both of you are making me so hot, oh, oh ... "

And that was the truth. Livinia's mouth was all over my tits. Her tongue ran a track from my bloated nips and all along the bulbous meat of the globes themselves.

My tits were bathed in her saliva. And when that bastard heard my desperate plea of desire he whammed the rest of his pecker inside me up to his balls.

"Ahhhhhhhhh, yes, that's it. Fuck me. FUCK ME! Do you hear?"

I felt his hands grip my supple waist. He immediately started a a rhythm that drew his cock head all the way out of my gash before fiercely plunging back in.

I was helpless for two reason. I was pinned to the bed from his weight on top of me. And I wouldn't have left the spot for all the money in the world.

Livinia was driving me wild with her tender mouthing of my heavy tits. His cock kept piercing me at a frightful rate that had me panting like a hot panther.

It had been a long time since I had been last fucked. Sure I had sucked a lot of cock and a whole mass of come, but I hadn't had my loins pierced by a dick.

I would've preferred it to be Kenny's cock ramming in and out of me right now, instead of his mangy father's, but what the fuck, I couldn't complain.

No sir, I could not. Mr. Carter was giving me a royal fucking that would quench the lust of a thirsty whore. His cock filled me to the brim, and then some.

I have no doubt that his passion was increased by the knowledge that he was fucking a sweet young thing like myself. That could account for his powerful fucking.

The other reason was that Mr. Carter got a lot of practice at fucking. The pervert would dork anything in sight and I mad a particularly voluptuous snatch.

He snatched up my snatch, and his wife too. The way she made love to my tits, sucking on the ripe nips and then lapping the hot flesh, I was beginning to fall in love

I guess I fall in love with anyone who treats me right sexually. I mean, I love Kenny because of that massive cock of his, and his mother for the way she sucks me.

Now that my breasts were flaming bulbs of intense heat, she began to work her face down to my penetrated gash. I moaned in pleasure as I read her intention.

Sure enough, her mouth went to my cunt and kissed the clit while her husband's cock ran in and out of me. She turned herself around so that her cunt was by my head.

I grabbed her leather-sheathed legs and split them open. Her red cunt meat winked up at me framed by her black garment. First, I felt her mouth on my clit.

Her lips sucked it in and her tongue flicked on it. Her husband thrusts were at a steady intensity complete with his long dicking strokes. I was hotter than hell.

With her tongue frantically massaging my clit, my passion was at a fever pitch. I sighed delightfully and nuzzled my face into her cunt and kissed it.

I felt his hands squeezing my chunky ass-cheeks like mounds of fresh dough. He kneaded them to his heart's content while his wife kept on mouthing my clit.

This was the first time that I had ever been sandwiched between two lovers. It was nice being the third addition for as it was I was the center of action.

They concentrated their pleasures around me. The hotter they could get me the more pleasure for them. As it was, I was quite frantic and in a hot stupor.

I ran my tongue along the crack of her gash. When I came to her clit I first kissed it and then put it between my lips. I then sucked on it while my tongue had fun. The tip of my tongue followed the trace of the defined lines that made up her clit. I retraced them with my tongue while my lips sucked it.

I saw her cunt lips twitch in excitement. If she was getting hotter, I was already boiling. Not for a second did her hubby stop his crazy, long strokes.

It was maddening how each stroke of his cock was engineered to come all the way out of me. It was like his hot staff was dipping into me continuously.

His cock head came all the way out of my pink hole. For a second the avenue of my meat closed up, and the tip of his prick rested against my hot cunt.

Then he moved the thing back inside me clear up to his balls. With each stroke I could feel his balls slap loudly against the juicy red lips of my cunt.

My cunt felt like a piece of red-hot clay that was being shaped to the form of his invading dick. Again that cock head came all the way out of my roost.

I was very passionate from this type of fucking. He filled me to the brim with his hard hot cock. And then just as quickly he left my cunt totally empty.

It was like being cheated and fulfilled at the same time. He would satisfy me with his long plunges and then torture me with anticipation upon withdrawing.

But no matter what the condition of hid implanting cock, his wife continued to heartily lap every inch of my gaping gash. Her tongue made love to my cunt.

To ease my passionate stupor and satisfy my own lust, I worked like hell on her own exposed gash that lay before me right in front of my flushed face.

I darted my tongue deep up her pink hole and wriggled it about inside of her. A soft sigh of delight rushed from her lips and that spurred me" on to probe deeper.

I laid the length of my tongue all the way up the canal and then pulled it back into my mouth so as to enjoy the taste of the lusty woman's sweet juices.

I felt his cock withdraw from me for the millionth time. But this time it did not race back inside me. A new tack was forthcoming. He gripped my ass hard.

He parted the ass cheeks and then snapped them back and forth to bud open my small brown hole. He kept dilating it like that until it stayed open a little.

Then, with aid of his wife who directed his tool home, he probed the pinkish rim of my brown hole with the bulbous tip of his prick. I lapped fiercely at her clit.

I didn't say anything. Secretly, I wanted his thing up my ass. But I didn't want to let him knew how much for fear that my anxiety would cause him to rip me asunder.

I felt his cock head snap inside the rim and begin its inexorable plunge deep into my guts. About halfway in he stopped to savor the rippling spasm that overtook me.

I could not stop my loins from convulsing. He had pierced me too deeply and quickly. I groaned from the pain but did not stop mouthing her sweet, wet cunt.

To facilitate the entry, Livinia kept her mouth glued to my throbbing clit. I felt his hands grip my waist and then he thrust forward with all his weight.

His cock head drove especially deep inside me. The expression froze on my face. My eyes were glazed with pain and I was startled. His balls pressed against my gaping cunt.

There was perfectly good tract available to him if he had chosen to stay in the confines of my pink hole. It was certainly tight enough, and afforded him much pleasure.

But Brent Carter was the kind of rogue who took pleasure in spoiling as many holes as he could. That was his real pleasure. I was another notch.

Now he could brag that he had bagged another young slut, pierced her ass in fact. But Livinia's tongue was making me wild, and I forced my ass backward.

His rhythm up my ass was exactly the same as it had been when he had taken root in my gash. He insisted on withdrawing the cock head clear out of me.

But when my bunghole popped closed after his withdrawal, only to be forced open a second later by his plunging cock head, the effect was much more painful.

I grunted when he forced home and then sucked in air as he pulled out. He got off on listening to his cock head snap out of me with a wet plopping sound.

Then before my hole could completely close up his cock was diving back inside and racing clear up to his balls. I was quite mad, and seething with wild passion.

He kept pumping away caring about no one's pleasure but his own. I could feel my tract becoming raw from his steady, brutal plunging in and completely out.

My eyes were rolling in my head and I forgot about Livinia's gash totally. But she still lovingly mouthed mine, and her husband's stroking kept building in intensity.

In a flash the bastard pulled out of me for the last time. I felt his shit-stained cock head throb on my rounded ass cheeks and leave a trace of warm shit.

As his cock began to palpitate, Livinia grabbed it and thrust the shit-stained tip into her mouth. His first load of come went directly down her throat.

I watched a track of sperm fly out from the tip and wiggle its way down her tongue. The trickling stream of come went down her throat and then she closed her mouth to swallow.

She repeated this antic until all the sperm had been pumped free from his cock. Then she kissed his balls.

She continued to mouth the staff until the thing was clean of come and shit. Then she smacked her lips.

I watched her tongue swipe along those juicy red lips of hers. In her mouth there was still a mass of scum.

That's when I went to her and kissed her.

CHAPTER TEN

I guess the weirdest thing that has happened to me since I've been working here concerns mother herself.

I suppose she's entitled to a little fun. I mean, if Mrs. Carter could have me, then it works both ways.

I'm talking about, the time mother seduced Randy. And Kenny was in on it too, though he didn't know it.

Now that mom had found the kind of cock that she craved, she and Kenny were getting down quite a lot. He never even came to me for blowjobs anymore.

Why should he when he had a lover like mother. I had to laugh when I saw him all drawn out and a bit thin looking. Mother was really working him over.

Oh, what the fuck, he was young enough to survive the ordeal. Any boy his age would just be in love with the situation. He never complained.

And, as yet, he had no idea that I knew. That was stupid of him. Of course I would know. I knew everything that went on in that maze of a mansion.

I didn't mind losing Kenny, really. Nature abhors a vacuum, you know. His place had been taken in my life by his father, though I hardly loved the goat.

He was better than nothing now that mother had stolen Kenny from me, though she didn't know that she was. And besides, at least I could fuck with Brent.

Try as I might, I still couldn't get that stanchion of a cock that was Kenny's inside my cunt. I didn't care about the pain--"it just plain would not fit!

I tried everything. Oil, butter, grease, vaseline, even some of his scum. But nothing could grease my chute enough in order to withstand his fearful entry.

Finally I gave up, and resigned myself to my fate. I was Mr. Carter's little piece of fluff. And I made him pay dearly. I had a whole lot of new clothes.

Of course, Mrs. Carter was completely in the dark about the whole thing, the numbskull. After our first session, she completely forgot about me, but not I.

In fact, though before I couldn't abide her, our bout of love had proved how much I really did like her. But apparently she didn't feel the same about me.

I even tried rubbing up against her when no one was around to spur her on to take me. But she didn't bite. She had only had me to please her husband.

That left me and the master to fuck whenever the urge struck us. Sometimes I sat on his lap at the dinner table, all alone of course, with his cock in me.

We fucked in the bathroom, the living room, the garage, the fields, the car, the kitchen (right on the table!) and even in the bathtub filled with bubbles.

I have no doubt that each time we were together that Kenny and Randy were scrambling around the corridors from room to room to catch the both of us in action.

Brent always pierced all three of my holes whenever he had at me. First I sucked him hard and then he fucked my cunt and then my ass in that order.

I always ate down his come, that was mixed with my shit from him having dislodged some pudding while he ass-fucked me. All he ever did was fuck me.

That was the extent of the relationship and as far as I was concerned that was fine with me. He was a bit brutal at times, but on the whole I enjoyed his fucking.

He kept me properly stuffed and contented with his fiery love bouts. I had no complaints even though Kenny and mother were a regular thing. And now Randy.

I thought that I had seen mother acting just a little too familiar with the girl one day. I kept my eyes peeled for signals and followed them about.

When they left the kitchen where Randy had been helping mother prepare a batch of cookies, I took a guess as to wear they might be headed-mother's room.

I followed the maze of corridors and tunnels that led to a duct right above mother's room. I could see her whole room from the grating. Kenny was already there.

I knew right off the bat that my instincts had been correct. Something was brewing.

Kenny had a date with mother, that was obvious, but with his sister too?

I saw mother and the girl enter the room. The look on Kenny's face told me that he hadn't been expecting his sister. Mother was unbelievably palming Randy's ass.

At first the girl didn't like it. And neither did Kenny. Mother had a trump card she hadn't played yet. She told Randy she knew about her jerking off.

"How do you know about that. It's a secret. No one knows about it."

"Would you like me to?" Mother then proceeded to explain how she had followed this hallway that had led to a duct right above her room. Me and Kenny had been there many times before.

I could see that mom was very anxious to fuck with Randy. Her sweet young charms had mother all riled up. What the hell, she deserved it. Just like Livinia.

I mean, if Livinia could fuck with me, though mom didn't know that (or maybe she did!), than why the hell couldn't she have Randy, and Kenny too.

Kenny began to quiet himself when mother latched onto his prick inside his pants and lovingly stroked it. A hand on his cock always quieted Kenny down.

Randy was told to undress. As she did Mom took out Kenny's massive pecker and continued stroking it. It got harder as he watched his sister undress.

Everything seemed to be working out just ducky. I prepared for the event. I took off all my clothes this time and watched them completely in the buff.

My legs were crossed like an Indian. My cunt was spread open and the juices were just beginning to well up. Mom bent to suck on that engorging cock.

When Kenny's cock is on the rise it makes for a marvelously lewd sight. The damn thing looks like a beached fish the way it's nearly hard and flopping about.

But soon that resiliency dies and is replaced by a bone-like rock hardness that takes a woman's breath away. Mother sucked him up good and hard.

That mouth of hers clamped down every inch of the pole and she slowly drew her sucking, circling lips off it. It glistened like a shiny piece of leather.

Her next move was to lift her head off the cock and continue stroking it in her hand while she removed her clothes. When she was done she motioned Randy forward.

Both children's eyes were fastened on those huge nodules of flesh tipped with their massive and budding nipples. Randy stood next to mom and spread her legs.

Mother kept stroking Kenny's foreskin that was getting ready to be pulled taut by his surging blood. Her other hand snaked a finger up the girl's hairless gash.

I heard Randy pant from where I was and put my own finger on my clit. I had this crazy notion of imitating her pleasure, playing with myself as mother played with her.

This way I could feel whatever she felt. It was like watching a movie where you yourself were plugged into the action on the screen the character's were experiencing.

They made quite an obscene picture. The three of them stood in the center of her room right next to her bed while she played feverishly with their privies.

It was just a matter of time before Kenny's passion reached the point where he would have to touch mom's big tits. I watched his hands touch and squeeze one.

No sooner did Kenny's loving paw fall upon mother's hot tit than Randy herself had a go at one. Mom's stealthy fingering had gotten her juices flowing.

All three of their faces were flushed red. As the two cherubs worked on her bulbs, kneading, cupping and squeezing every inch of them, mom's face lit up like a bulb.

She feel onto the bed and dragged the both of them along with her by way of their sex parts. They fell to her side and began to kiss her from head to toe.

Mother let go of them and let than play with her luscious body. like two little munchkins they scrambled all over her and tweaked and played with this at that.

The both of them tugged and pulled on her big tits, sometimes quite hard, and mother squealed in delight. Then the both of them felt her lascivious ass-cheeks.

They rolled her over and mother groaned in pleasure. They kissed her magnificent mounds and left flecks of spit on her flesh. Their eyes were bugging out of their heads.

Never in their lives had the both of them been allowed free play on a hot piece of flesh like my mother. It was Randy's first time with her and she was particularly inflamed.

She liked rubbing those big nipples of hers along mother's fleshy flanks. She poked her tits into her back and then cupped them for mother to suck.

Mom's big, risque mouth took one tit totally into her mouth and drew on it. I could see her cheeks suck in and just knew that her tongue was working like mad.

While she ate one of Randy's breasts, her brother took to pawing mom's inflamed cunt. The angry red colored lips were tweaked and pulled from side to side.

Kenny especially liked the way her stretched out cunt lips (from innumerable fuckings) looked liked red webs of flesh. Her folds of cunt meat aroused him no end.

Mother began to slowly raise up on her knees as Kenny's pawings became fiercer in their intensity. She arched her back and raised that voluptuous ass of hers sky high.

Kenny went directly behind them and mashed his face into the crack of her ass. She let out a piercing moan of wanton lust when she felt his tongue flick out.

Keeping his face firmly lodged between her sweet ass buns, his tongue ran along the sensitive crack and sent mother to panting. The tit came out of her mouth.

Randy grabbed mother's head and forced her mouth back onto her tit. Her hot moans of pleasure were cut off by a mouthful of sweet young tit and nipple.

The hot charges racing from her mouth were absorbed by Randy's hot tit and now she started to pant in heat. She kept changing nipples in her mouth.

Mom's mouth was like a sucking machine. To replace one nipple with another, Randy had to jerk the thing out from the tremendous suction of mother's lips.

Then she aimed the next hot cherry between her lips and mom drew the whole damn thing into her mouth until the tit meat was firmly buried inside as well.

Meanwhile, Kenny's tongue encircled her brown hole and as it budded open he stuck his tongue up her chute. This caused mom to suck very hard on Randy's tit.

I watched Randy run a hand to her gash and part the cunt lips while she tweaked her clit hard between two fingers. Kenny's mouth ran to mom's gash.

He smelled her sweet juices before running the flat part of his tongue along the crack of her twitching lips. Then he parted them and stuck his tongue in the hole.

Mom's pink hole was a cavern of dripping juices. As soon as the lips parted a stream of dew rushed out of her and directly into Kenny's lapping mouth.

Randy sat down and placed her cunt in front of mom's face. She put a hand on the back of her neck and drew her head down to bear in front of her cunt.

It was gaping open and mother stretched her mouth wide and practically engulfed the whole snatch into her mouth. Randy gasped as her eyes rolled in their sockets.

Kenny's tongue ran along the entire length of mother's sensitive underparts. He started at her dangling clit and ended at her budded-open ass tract.

First the tip of his tongue twiddled, played strummed and hummed on her throbbing clit. Then it followed the inner track of her web-like cunt folds.

When his tongue came to the area of her pink hole, he pushed his tongue well-deep inside it and drew out as much dew as was lodged there. His tongue moved again.

It continued on its upward journey, flicking and wriggling all the time as it did, until it came to the area of her budded bunghole. His tongue dived in.

Mother let out a muffled gasp of pleasure from her cunt-stuffed mouth and worked harder on Randy. Randy began to moan and spasm from the hot mouthing.

Kenny took his cock and mother's hands reached back to grab it as well. I had thought that he would first wet it in her cunt before reaming her ass.

But mother directed that tool first off to pierce her gaping bunghole. The fearsome cock head bulged open her tract and then the rim of the prick went inside her.

She sighed delightfully and now her muscles went to work. Before he could start any rhythm whatsoever his cock was being pulled back and forth inside her.

She played with his sac of balls with her hands and rubbed them on her juicy cunt lips. I saw Randy take her own legs and clamp them around mother's head.

For the first time I noticed that I had three fingers of my own racing in and out of my split-open gash. My free hand played with my nipples and clit.

While Kenny plunged in and out, he placed his hand on her dripping pink hole and darted three fingers up it. He searched around a bit and sized things up.

When he had discovered what he had sought to, namely that mother's cunt was big enough for anything, he plunged his entire fist up her gash.

Just like that his fist disappeared from view. I saw mother's cunt lips palpitate as they formed around the boys wrist. This locked her into position.

Now Kenny could start his own rhythm inside her, though his leverage was poor due to his embedded fist, and he plunged up mom's ass with all his strength.

Little pig-like squeaks of pleasure were issuing out into the air from some mysterious source. They were mother's, of course, but her head was buried between Randy's legs.

The two munchkins had mom in a state I had never before seen here, and I had seen her quite hot in the past. Her ass and tits were a fiery red color.

I'm sure her head was in the same state though I couldn't see it. Kenny's pumping was at a fearful rate. Once again his feet were too short and were off the bed.

He took his hand out of mom's gash and there was an unbelievable hole in its place. It looked like you could see directly inside her clear through to her womb.

Now he jumped on her meaty ass chunks with his cock up her ass. Mother pushed her flanks into his blows so as to lodge his cock deeper in her bowels.

Randy's legs were spasming around mother's head, an indication that she was in the midst of an extraordinarily rapturous orgasm. Her little toes were twiddling.

Mom's tract kept sucking in the plugging pole determined to draw the come out of it. I watched Kenny pull out of her and then mother whipped around.

I could see her face. It was a crimson red. Her cheeks were especially inflamed and shined like glowing red bulbs. Her big mouth clamped onto his cock.

She deep-throated the thing down to his balls which she cupped and gently fondled. Her mouth drew on his staff like a milk pump to release his copious load.

When she felt his cock lurch she took the head from the back of her throat and laid it on her tongue. I could see the huge gobs of come splashing onto her tongue.

As her tongue became painted with a mass of white hot goo, I strummed three fingers in and out of my cunt.

I felt my clit begin to tingle and then the wave hit my cunt and sent it glowing, then raced to my spine.

The current of pleasure diffused onto my flaming breasts and my nipples seemed to light up from passion.

And then I came, sweet dew drenching my fingers.

There was only one accomplishment that remained for me to try and achieve. But I knew that would have to wait for a more propitious time. I wanted dearly to get Kenny's cock in me.

I knew that one day it would happen. Everything that had occurred between us had made us very close, and friendly.

More than ever I wanted his cock inside me. I heard that women who fuck around a lot get big cunts.

Mother's is like that. Maybe she has fucked a helluva lot more than I thought.

I know she is a royal fucker. Every time I have seen her in action she has left very little to the imagination.

Perhaps, one day I will have a cunt as big as hers. Then, I can fuck Kenny as much as I want. If all I have to do is fuck a lot to expand my cunt, well, that's easy.

I intend to give it my best effort. I will fuck as much as I have to in order to make my cunt big enough for Kenny to fuck me.

Or die trying.
Naughty And Nubile ....(68k)    by Unknown





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