Family togetherness is such a wonderful thing, especially when everybody really gets into each other-in the same bed! Watch what happens when two lusty mothers decide to seduce their sons-and the virile, young studs turn the tables by offering their hot and horny moms to each other! And then all lust breaks loose - when Dad, with incest on his mind, takes the time to teach his wanton nymph of a daughter what it's like to have a balling good time with a real man!
CHAPTER 1
She was staring at the tight crotch of the boy's jeans, and could feel the pulse throbbing in her throat. It was ridiculous, even a little frightening, and she tried to fight off the urge rising so strongly within her. She wanted to fuck him, to fuck a fourteen-year-old boy-the son of her best friend.
And if something, if someone, didn't stop her, she would.
Abby took another long swallow of the cool golden wine, but its effect was anything but cooling. Fiery, demanding, the liquid washed through her belly and made her mound tingle, turned it and her pussy lips even damper.
Oh damn, she thought, and tore her eyes away, only to have them fasten instead upon the well-filled jeans of her own son. No; oh no! Not Farley; she had never, never had the slightest inclination toward incest. But then, she hadn't stared at young boys' cocks before.
Licking suddenly dry lips, she wet them with more wine. Another mistake; she could actually feel the shudders rippling along her thighs, and when she squeezed them together, her need only became worse. Something was terribly wrong with her; it seemed that she could only think of sex-of a young, hard prick nudging the frantic lips of her eager cunt.
Abby stood up and strode hurriedly across the room, conscious of the kissing of her full thighs, knowing the thrusting of her nipples against her blouse.
If her husband had only stayed around-but he had gone sightseeing with their hosts, and she'd been too tired. Abby wasn't tired any longer; she was stirred beyond her wildest imaginings, suddenly turned on by the mere presence of the young boys.
She corrected herself: boy, singular. Her own son just happened to be here, and he shouldn't be. Abby said through dry lips, "Ah, Clark-would you be a good boy and walk down to the store for me? I need some - some -just a minute, and I'll write it down."
Scribbling on a pad, she felt the urgency within her vagina, the hot quivering there that insisted she do something to ease it When her son said, "Sure, Mom," she said quickly, 'If Farley doesn't mind staying to give me a hand while his parents are gone. I - we should be thoughtful guests and tidy up a little."
She should have gone back down into the French Quarter with the others; she knew that now. But after that strange adventure the night before, that weird, almost believable witch woman who'd put on such a convincing show....
Her boy lifted a curious eyebrow at her, but went out of the house without saying anything else. She was alone with Farley Carrier, and clenched her hands to keep them from trembling.
"Farley, I hope you don't mind helping me. Your mother said the servants wouldn't be in until this afternoon, and I'd like to-" His clear young eyes held hers, and her words faltered to a stop. Slim and dark, the boy was beautiful, his eyes liquid and his lips softly shaped. And the way his jeans hugged his crotch- Wordlessly, she led the way to the guest room she'd shared with her husband the night before, her mind racing wildly and helplessly as she tried to think of an opening gambit that would hold the boy. She certainly didn't want to scare him off, or offend him. But she had to have him, and now.
Abby was beyond caring that she was as old as this boy's mother, beyond worrying that what she was about to do was forbidden by all the laws and her own early programming. She knew only that she had a terrible need, that she had to fuck this youngster or go out of her head.
When she turned, hands fluttering at her sides, Farley said, "Miss Abby?" and his young voice was husky, questioning.
Reaching over his shoulder, she pushed the door shut, and her arm just naturally came down upon his shoulder then. An electric jolt raced through her body, and she swayed toward him. "Oh, Farley-please-" His lips close to her open ones, his eyes holding hers, he said, "Yes, ma'am" and put his hands on her waist. She kissed him, kissed him fiercely, flattening her aching tits against his hard chest, pressing her mound violently into his lower body.
His tongue slid between her gasping lips, smoothly and deftly, and she knew another shock as it caressed her own, wetly and hotly.
Abby moaned softly and wrapped him in her arms. He was so slim, so much a boy, but now she could feel the lifting of his cock as it struggled against the confinement of his jeans. She rolled her crotch against it, moved one thigh between his so that she could feel him better.
Not a large cock, she thought, but a very stiff one, a young, strong prick that throbbed ardently against the softness of her belly, against the vibrant need of her pussy. A boy, a very young boy-and she wanted to fuck him more than she had ever wanted to screw anyone in her life.
Tugging gently at him, reveling in the awkward sliding of his hands over her waist, her hips, Abby drew the boy back toward the bed. As they sank upon it, her hands were frantically busy at his belt, at the zipper of his jeans. She was conscious of the tumbled bedclothes, of the sheets where she had slept with her husband. Now she was going to fuck this youngster in the same bed. The idea didn't repel her, but thrilled her instead.
Wiggling, squirming, she was out of her dressing gown and helping him off with his shorts. Then the pure youthfulness of his prick was snug in her hand, warm in her fingers, pulsing there hard and slim, rigid and long. Abby stroked Farley's cock, feeling the blunt head, the slight leakage of pre-seminal fluid upon its tip. His balls were only slightly haired, feathery, and they were flexing in excitement.
She drew the boy's face down to her tits, pushed his mouth into the dusky valley between the soft mounds, and heard his sigh of delight His mouth-hot and seeking-felt over a nipple, hesitated while his wet tongue licked hungrily over it, then settled over the nub with a steady, babyish sucking.
"Ahh," Abby breathed, "ahh, Farley-my lover, my sweet child."
Sucking, sucking, he loved her tit with his mouth, and his hands wandered, cupping the cheeks of her twitching ass, sliding exploringly into the velvet of her thighs to touch the crisp curlings of her pubic hair.
I-I never felt a cunt before," he breathed into the canyon of her breasts, his hand trembling upon her mound. "I always wanted to, but I was scared, and now-now-" "Cup it in your palm, baby," Abby murmured, shaking all over. "Feel my pussy, the lips-slide your fingers along the wet lips - ahhhh, baby, isn't that nice?"
"So soft," he said, "so slippery and hot."
Abby wiggled a bit, stroked her hands over his shoulders and down his back "Push a finger inside, darling-there-that's the way, slip it right on between my labia. Feel how hot I am for you, baby? Move your finger around and feel how soft, how juicy I am for your young prick" Farley said shakily: "I don't know how to do it You'll help me, won't you, Miss Abby?"
"Oh yes," she breathed, "oh yes, my darling boy."
Reaching for his cock, she clung to it jealously as she lifted one leg over his slim, sleek body and pushed her pulsing cunt right up close to his belly. Steering the head of his prick to the entrance of her pussy, Abby set the spongy glans into the wet, steamy slot and gave a hunch of her lower body, grinding her ass as she did so.
Strongly, hard as steel, the boy's penis slipped into her succulent cunt, sliding up and in until her pussy held him close, held the length of his prong buried inside it. She felt the brush of his balls as they snugged between her thighs and against the damp cheeks of her ass. God-it was so good! Writhing on the staff, Abby took hold of the smooth cheeks of Farley's ass and used them as grips as she drove her cunt solidly upon his rod, gyrating and humping on this entirely new sensation.
"Oh sweet! Oh love-fuck me, stick that young boy cock deep and fuck me until I faint!"
He held to her ass, and fed her his meat in short, uncertain strokes. "I-am I doing it right, Miss Abby?"
"W-wonderful," she panted, seesawing on the marvelous hardness of his cock. "Just wonderful, Farley. But don't be afraid of hurting me, darling. Pound it up my cunt, stick it deep and hard and mean. Just-oh!-just do what comes naturally, dear. Fuck me and fuck me-" "Yes ma'am," he said, and stepped up the pace, his breath catching in his throat. He laid it to her then, hammering swiftly and deeply in a series of thrusts that she realized would bring him soon to an orgasm, especially since he had never screwed a woman before.
A virgin load, she thought in a daze; a sweet, virgin load of come, so soon to explode within the eager con- fines of her slippery vagina. His first climax, his first ejaculation, and it was all going to pour into her pussy.
"Can't hold it off!" he gasped. "Oh-oh, Miss Abby-something's going to happen!"
"Let it go, baby!" she urged, bucking her cunt on his hammering cock. "Let it happen, sweetheart. Shoot it into me-pack me full of your hot young come!"
His nails dug convulsively into the cheeks of her ass, and his pelvis slammed twice more against hers. Then Farley stiffened out and panted as his prick flexed, as the head expanded and let go a thunderous explosion of semen.
Boiling lava splashed against the mouth of her cervix; a gush of hot, thick cream flooded the pulsating walls of her cunt, and Abby's entire body reveled in the release of the boy's virginal come. She hadn't reached her own orgasm, and kept slowly grinding, continued to screw that still draining prick.
"Oh wow!" he said in awe. "Oh Miss Abby-I love you, love you."
"Sure, baby-just keep fucking. Work that wonderful young shaft around in my pussy. Oh yes, darling-like that and that! See-your come just makes it hotter and juicier. Come on, sweetheart, screw me some more-fuck me until you go limp."
"Yes, ma'am," Farley said again, and nuzzled his face into her heaving tits as he began to stroke back at her avid thrusts, impaling her flooded and steamy cunt upon the magic stiffness of his prick.
Abby reached down and found his balls, squeezed them delicately and fondled the slippery, greasy staff of his cock as it slid in and out of the suctioning grip of her labia. She had never been so hot, never so turned on. It seemed that the more she fucked this delicious young boy, the more she wanted to fuck him.
But the good feeling was building within her, surging up from behind her knees to spread into her quivering thighs, to center in her vagina and the core that was the ecstasy of her clitoris. Every stroke of Farley's hard prick caressed her expanded clit, and she was wrapping her legs around him now, wiggling with every thrust, taking his cockhead far up into her saturated pussy.
"Coming!" she sighed. "Oh you sweet, hard-dicked boy-I'm coming, coming!"
"Me, too," he gasped, slamming his prick faster into her wet box, grinding his pelvis into her dripping one, slapping his balls into the crack of her ass. He bit down upon one of her nipples, and she clawed his back.
Cresting violently, beautifully, she surged and heaved against the boy, gyrated insanely upon the spearing of his prick, feeling the vibrant colors shouting throughout her pussy, knowing the fullness of completion as the ultimate happiness permeated her being.
Dimly, she felt another spurting of juice from the head of his cock, another bathing of her already inundated vaginal walls by the new release of his semen. A strong, willing boy, she thought hazily-able to fuck and come, to fuck and come again. There was so much she could show him, so many things she could teach him.
They lay glued together, her legs hooked around his almost thin body, his face pillowed happily upon her tits. Abby drifted in a dream world, warm and loved, and better fucked than she had ever been. A cherry, she thought; she had gotten a boy's cherry, been the first cunt to envelop his prick, and it was a wonderful feeling.
Something had driven her to it, some strange force that she was as yet still unable to comprehend; her innermost hidden desires had been uncovered, and she had practically been forced into screwing this exquisite young lover. Consciously, through the years of her marriage to her husband, she had never so much as entertained the slightest notion about making it with a boy.
The compulsion had been undeniable, though; it was as if some power beyond her own mind had pushed her into this wildly improbable relationship with the young son of her best friend and hostess.
Abby stared at the ceiling, at the cream-on-white swirlings of some antique design of paper. New Orleans homes papered the ceilings, she thought; the sultry atmosphere, the old traditions-and the witch women?
Holding Farley Carrier close, feeling the slow softening of his boyish prick within the clenching of her cunt, Abby thought again of the voodoo ceremony they'd attended last night. A tourist trap, her husband called it, a goofy act put on to con money from the gullible Johns.
"Look at her," he'd said in the smoky half-fight of the old house, claiming to be the direct descendant of Marie Laveaux, voodoo queen of New Orleans nearly two hundred years ago. "Bullshit, baby, she's a hustler, and all this window dressing is just that-voodoo, my ass."
Bill Barton had said it loudly, making heads turn, catching the attention of the priestess at the makeshift altar. The drums dropped low, muttering, and the new Marie Laveaux had stared at him, at them both as Abby caught his arm for reassurance. Tall, handsome, golden, the woman hadn't said a word, just fixed them with those burning eyes and lifted one finger to point. No more, and the drums regained their jungle beat, the flames leaped in the charcoal braziers, the black rooster and the white rooster had their blood mixed.
It was spooky and sensual, but Bill took her out before the dancing turned really sexy. Outside, he laughed some more, and made cracks about high yellows and hustlers. Their hostess bit her lips and tried to joke with him, but Abby could see that Nadine Carder's heart wasn't in it, that she was somewhat upset They'd forgotten the incident by morning, and when Nadine took Bill and their daughter sightseeing, the case of golden wine arrived. Sure, it was okay to have a sample, Farley decided, and broke a seal to pour them all a glass of the lovely liquid.
It was shortly after that she'd gotten that uncontrollable urge to fuck the boy. Something in the wine? Abby didn't think so; most tales about aphrodisiacs were just that-fairy tales. A curse, then? She didn't believe that, either. Witchcraft, in these days?
"Mmm," Farley said against her tits, and his shrunken prick slid wetly from her pussy, drawing a trail of sticky semen behind it But this was real; she had fucked the boy, seduced him in the bed she'd shared with her husband only hours ago. And now-her own fifteen-year-old son was probably wondering why she had so abruptly sent him to the store, and was probably on the way back right now.
Abby unwrapped herself from the slim body of the boy, finding her robe and drawing it on. "Farley, darling-Clark will be back any minute. We-" "I won't tell him," he said. "But I have to fuck you some more, Miss Abby. Soon as we can get together, okay?"
"Of course," she answered, realizing that she was just beginning a sexual affair with this boy, and that she didn't want to cut it off. But there were her own son and daughter to avoid, her own husband to fool as well as Farley's mother.
In the bathroom, she washed and made herself presentable, sipping now and then at the goblet of golden wine that had somehow been left upon the dressing table.
CHAPTER 2
"This wine," the maid said softly, in the musical lilt of the New Orleans black, "Miz Carrier get it?"
At the table, Abby toyed with the long-stemmed glass. "I don't know, but it's delicious-even for breakfast" The maid's dark, liquid eyes moved over the unlabeled bottle. "Seen this stuff before, I think. Made in the swamps, and very strong; maybe too strong for most folks to handle."
Abby smiled; she felt like smiling most of the time, since that lovely and passionate scene with the boy. Her entire body seemed to be warm, alive and tingling delightfully. "Is Mrs. Carrier coming down for breakfast?"
"Wouldn't know," the maid said, staring at the golden wine.
Abby noticed again how statuesque the woman was, with magnificent heavy breasts and long, strong thighs. Her name was Gabrielle, and she was both maid and cook for the household. There was a primitive savagery about her, Abby thought a sleek animal grace that must draw all men's eyes, and that sensuous walk must turn them on.
Shaking her head, she finished her toast and poured a cup of chicory coffee from a silver pot. Her husband had been tired when he came in last night, and although she wouldn't have minded another good screwing, she had been all wrapped up in memories of Farley's young, virginal body against her own. It had been wondrous, so thrilling she still couldn't fully believe she had fucked him. There was so much more she could teach that beautiful eager boy, and her skin tingled at the prospect as she saw in her mind's eye his erect, iron-hard young cock.
With the taste of wine sweet and heady in her mouth, Abby admitted she still had some feelings of guilt about laying her best friend's son, but these were outweighed by the new feeling of sensual awareness within her body. She had betrayed her husband, her friend, and somehow, her own teenage son, besides doing something strange to her own set of morals, but she loved it-and she had to have more. There was no doubt of that in Abby's mind; she certainly had to have more of that fantastic young prick.
Quick warm thrills ran throughout her body as she remembered the solid, hungry thrusting of that boyish meat, and Abby shuddered at the very real recall of bursting semen, that magic explosion of Farley's come as it had rained into her clenching vagina. She could feel it now, all sticky and slippery, penetrating into flesh and lubrication and into the very center of her inner core.
Toying with her coffee cup, Abby wondered somewhat at her lack of guilt. By all standards, she ought to be inwardly cringing, deeply ashamed of her indiscretion, upset because she had allowed one crazy, unexpected moment to disturb the fabric of her life. But Abby didn't feel guilty; she felt up, high, more alive than she had ever been. She felt young and vibrant, with a new and wild excitement pouring through her veins and stepping up the rhythm of her heart She had never cheated on Bill before; she and her husband had a good sex life, and even though she had upon occasion been a little tempted to respond to sensual invitations, she had resolutely passed them up. But this was so different, so far reaching and disturbing, that she had no control over her emotions.
She wondered how her husband would react if he had the slightest idea of what she'd done, and she didn't even want to think about her son. Clark would just flip out; she was certain of that much, and as for little Delia - no!! Abby put her family from her mind. If she thought too long on them, the whole thing seemed grotesque and almost frightening. She took another long swallow of the golden wine, and stared into its clear, beckoning depths.
Guiltily, she looked up as Nadine Carrier came to the table. She hadn't even considered Nadine, and was glad for the warming effect of the wine to bolster her courage. Her friend had been a widow for more than three years, and Abby wondered how she stood the strain, wondered if Nadine had a lover. Surely, she'd have no trouble finding a man, for Nadine was beautiful; two years older than Abby, she was taller and willowy, with jet black hair and a rich, rose-olive skin; her liquid Creole eyes were the soft color of midnight The woman's body was intriguing, Abby thought- those long, supple legs, the flat tummy, those high, pert breasts that looked firm as any teenager's. And there was a special richness about Nadine's mouth, a sultry beckoning that should draw men to her in droves. But evidently Nadine was particular; there were no signs of men in the house, so if she had a love affair going, it was somewhere else. Abby felt an odd twinge of excitement, imagining her best friend in a man's eager arms-a young man's.
"Morning, Nadine. I seem to be up early, but I've had a marvelous breakfast, and this wine is just great. Did you show Bill and Delia all the sights of the French Quarter?"
Nadine slid gracefully into a chair and smiled. "There's a lot to be seen in the Vieux Carre, but they seemed to enjoy themselves. This wine-where did it come from?"
"Some admirer probably sent it," Abby said. "You must have a legion of them."
The frown was fleeting, and Nadine answered, "N-no, I don't I mean, I just can't seem to bring myself to-to make love with another man. It's a terrible thing, Abby, and it's destroying me. I thought I was a passionate woman, but after Lucien died-" The maid drifted into the room, and Nadine shook her head. "No thanks, Gabrielle; I'll just have some of this coffee this morning, and maybe a glass of wine to start the day."
Gabrielle looked at the bottle. "You don't know any- thing about that stuff. Looks like it come out of the swamps, like that voodoo wine."
Abby giggled. "It has a certain magic, all right-and it's delicious."
Nadine brightened, and as the maid left, passed the coffee and poured a glass of the wine. "Very good," she pronounced, "but I really don't know where it came from."
A little smashed, Abby said, "Gift horses and all that. Why can't you take a lover, Nadine? I mean, if Bill was gone, I'm sure I couldn't stay away from sex. I'd go insane."
"I'm about to," Nadine admitted, taking a deep breath that thrust her lushly pointed breasts against the thin material of her gown. "But whenever somebody approaches me, I just freeze up. This is silly, you know, drinking so much wine at this time of day."
"Maybe we need to be silly," Abby said. "I-once I did something people would be horrified by, and it did wonders for me."
Nadine stared over the rim of her glass. Tom? The proper wife and mother? Tell me, darling-are you making it with somebody?"
The wine was loosening Abby's tongue, but she couldn't just blurt out the fact that she had fucked this woman's young son; it was just too bizarre to admit. But she felt warm and wiggly, and the image of Farley's anxious, hard shaft was bright inside her head. She said: "I-I laid a young man. No, not a man; a boy. And Nadine, it was the most tremendous thing that ever happened to me."
Eyebrows lifted, Nadine said, "Oh? I never thought-how young, Abby - and how could you ever dare?"
"I don't know what happened," Abby confessed. "Suddenly, I just couldn't help myself, and he was so pure, so eager. He was a virgin, and when I felt that first load of his semen splashing inside me, I just went wild. I- he-" she slowed, knowing the heavy beat of sexual hunger within her dampening vagina once more. "Oh. How old was he? About-about the age of your son."
Nadine poured them both more wine. "That young? I can't imagine-oh yes, I can. I've seen young boys who make me feel-I don't know-as if I could be girl and wife and mother to them, all at once."
"That's it," Abby said in excitement, "that's how I felt when I-when he stood there so boyish and hungry for sex and not knowing anything about it but this desperate need of his. When I touched him, I just went all to pieces."
Softly, Nadine said, "You're all stirred up about it, as if it was recent" Abby drew a deep breath as something flashed through her mind, something that could do both Nadine and herself much good, if it all worked out the way it should. "Nadine," she said, "it was yesterday."
Her friend didn't seem surprised. "Then it was Farley. Darling, don't be upset about that. I would much rather my son had his lessons in sex from someone as lovely and understanding as you are. I think he's a very lucky boy, and I hated to think of him rolling around with some grubby little girl."
After another swallow of golden wine, Abby said, quickly, "And I feel the same way about Clark. Couldn't you do the same for him, show my son how lovely sex can be? Oh, Nadine - it would be so wonderful, the two of us, and the boys!"
A visible quiver moved through Nadine, and her sultry mouth was damp. "He's a beautiful boy, your Clark; I'm sure I wouldn't be uptight with him. Just thinking about it turns me on; I'm shaking all over."
"Then let's figure how to go about it, before the others get in the way. My husband and daughter-can you send them somewhere for the day?"
"I'll manage," Nadine promised, her breasts lifting and falling rapidly.
The perfect hostess, she guided Bill and Delia Barton into another sightseeing expedition, bundling them into the car with the huge black driver before they could get un-tracked. There were other plans for the boys and Abby, she said, more suited to them.
Abby caught Farley staring at her during the conversation, and saw his tenseness. She fought to keep her eyes off his crotch, where that darling shaft was already hardening, and she wanted to tell him that it was all right, that they would very soon be making it again.
Her own son was restless, shifting his feet and seeming puzzled, but when the house was cleared, and Abby hovered over him at the finish of breakfast, allowing him a small glass of the wine, Clark was more at ease. Abby watched the subtle maneuvering of her friend, and saw the brushing of a full pert breast across her son's arm, the accidental touching of a warm thigh to him, the stirring of sultry breath into his ear.
Her own pulse racing insanely, Abby watched the slow and deft seduction of her son, all the while extremely conscious of the nearness of her own young lover. She watched Clark grow nervous and saw the pinkness of his face as the need built within him. He was a lovely boy of fourteen, model slim and golden, with honey-colored hair and green eyes. Now he was about to become a young man, soon to be initiated into the mysteries of sex. She knew a momentary stab of envy, but pushed it away, and turned to Farley.
When she spoke to him, it was in a breathless whisper: "Dear, why don't you go upstairs to my room and wait for me? I'll be there in a minute or two."
Eagerly, he responded, casting only a sidelong glance at his mother and young friend as he slipped out of the room. The silence was awkward then, stretching tight until Abby said she'd left something in the living room, and would see them later. Down the hall, she waited, trembling inside, her nerve ends fluttering and damp heat gathering in her mound.
Maybe it was wrong, but she had to know, had to see what was going to happen between her best friend and her son, yet she just couldn't come right out and ask it of Nadine. If Clark heard, it might frighten him more than he already was. She didn't have to wait long; in a few moments, Nadine and Clark left the dining room and climbed the stairs quietly, the woman going ahead, her long, slim legs flashing, the rounded shapings of her lovely ass moving sensuously.
Abby saw that her son's eyes were fastened on the delightful hillocks, that he was breathing hard and was shaky. She thought she could make out the bulge in the" front of his jeans, but she wasn't sure; all she knew for certain was that he was walking stiffly. When they topped the stairs, Abby followed quietly, passing the closed door of her own room where Farley waited, hearing the gentle creak of hinges at the master bedroom.
It was difficult for her to breathe as she paused at the door; Nadine had left it open a crack, and she was thankful for that, but now she had to give them time to get together.
She heard murmuring, and the shifting of bodies; forcing herself to remain still, she fought away the urgent need to press her eye to the partially opened door. Her nipples were vibrantly hard, straining against her bra, and little hot shudders wracked her belly, her thighs. Abby lifted her hands to her breasts, cupping them, pressing down upon the tips. What were they doing in there? Had Nadine overcome his shyness? Were they naked now?
Abby couldn't stand the pressure a moment longer. She slid closer to the door and peeped through the opening. Only Nadine was naked, and Abby stared at the utter loveliness of the woman's alluring body, at the pert, tip-tilted breasts, the flat belly, the pubic hair that gleamed like polished midnight between the sleek thighs.
Nadine was moving toward the boy on the bed, moving proudly in her nudity, while Clark stared in wide-eyed fascination at her loveliness. Abby's son was propped upon his elbows, lying back upon the bed; his tee-shirt was gone, as were his shoes and socks, but he still wore his jeans.
Abby's fingernails dug into the wood of the doorframe as she watched Nadine approach the boy. Kneeling at his feet, Nadine stroked Clark's bare belly, and he quivered violently. There was no mistake now, Abby thought; his penis was full and erect, struggling against the captivity of his confining jeans, and she was surprised to see that her son's cock was very large, possibly bigger than his father's shaft The woman's fingers were at his belt, opening it, dipping swiftly to the zipper, and Clark lifted his hips to help her slide the jeans down his legs. Nadine threw them away, her tits jouncing, her lips open and damp as she looked intently at the virgin prick she was about to possess. Quickly then, she pulled at his jockey shorts, practically snatching them off, so that the hard young cock leaped free and clear.
No, Abby thought-not quite the size of her husband's prick, but strong and hard, throbbing at its purplish tip, the head swollen and flanged, filled veins pulsing along its rounded length, to where the thick base was snugged by darkly bronze and curling hairs. A thing of glory and beauty, she knew, and saw Nadine's slim fingers caressing the superb boyish shaft.
"Lovely," Nadine was murmuring, "you have an exciting prick, Clark. It's so big and strong; I adore it mon cher. I adore its thickness and length, and especially your gorgeous head, already sticky. Am I as beautiful to you, darling?"
Clark gulped. "Y-yes, you are. I never saw anyone so-so beautiful and naked. Oh wow, Mrs. Carrier, when you touch your nipples to my legs like that, I feel hot waves all over me."
Abby knew a twinge of jealousy at that second, and chewed her lips as she watched her friend climb gracefully upon the bed, still fondling her son's upright cock. Nadine crawled over on top of the boy, her mouth going hungrily to his, and Abby knew the hot tongues were darting and blending, knew the warm squirming as their bodies slid like heated silk across one another. Then Nadine lifted and pressed one of her piquantly shaped tits to Clark's mouth; his lips fastened upon the rigid nipple, and his hands strayed blindly over her smooth flesh.
"Ahh," Nadine sighed, "that's right, darling-lick and taste, suck upon it as you like; nibble my breast - ahhhh!"
Her son's hands were cupping the svelte cheeks of the woman's ass now, his fingers exploring their texture and shape, learning the thrill of a mature woman's buttocks under his palms. Avidly, he sucked upon her tit, his slim body wiggling, his hard prick pressing powerfully into the satin of her belly, and Nadine could not hold herself off any longer, could not prolong the sweetness of the foreplay.
As much as Nadine might want to continue playing with this new, five toy, she had been too long without a man's stiff meat inside her ravenous pussy, and her unleashed passions were boiling through her now. As Abby cupped a hand over her own throbbing cunt and stared into the lighted bedroom, Nadine raised her sleek body, lifting her wet nipple from between Clark's lips, rocking back upon her knees and reaching down to caress the length of the boy's rod.
"It will be wonderful," she gasped down to him as he lay uncertainly between the gripping of her polished thighs. "I promise you, it will be fantastic, darling. Here-let me do it for you. See, I'm pressing the head of your beautiful prick into my cunt hair. Does that tickle you, Clark? Does it feel good?"
The boy groaned, his taut body arching, his hands upon her hips. Abby saw the thrill upon her son's tense face, saw his eyes closed and his chin tilted up. She watched enthralled as Nadine guided the shiny head of Clark's cock into the depths of her rich pubic hair. The pale shaft followed as Nadine lifted, set herself, then started to move slowly and carefully down upon the captive glans, forcing its spongy hardness into the wetly pulling lips of her feverish pussy.
Nadine's ass ground in small, gentle circles as she fitted the rigid meat into her hungry cunt, as the hard young shaft reached eagerly up into the juicy envelope that sucked it deeper and deeper. Clark's prick disappeared into the woman's vagina, into the elastic lips that grasped it so eagerly and hotly. Abby saw her friend's crotch come down lightly upon her son's swollen balls, and knew that Clark's lovely young pole was buried full length into its first cunt.
Moaning in pure joy, the woman rolled her hips, quivering as the stiff meat fondled across her stimulated clitoris and gave her what she had needed for so long. Nadine dropped forward then, crushing her breasts against his chest, fastening her hot mouth to his so that her tongue could race uncontrolled, and her ass began to move in steady, voluptuous strokes. Abby could see her son's prick appear and vanish into the red lips of Nadine's suctioning cunt, watching as it glistened slippery from her inner lubricants.
"That's it, that's it!" Nadine panted. "Oh, feed me that sweet young cock, darling-ram it to the balls inside me. Ahh-wonderful, wonderful! It's so stiff, so strong-" Abby found that her fingers were clenching violently around her own pussy, that she was panting in time with the interlocked couple on the bed.
She was seeing her son lose his cherry, watching him being fucked by a lovely and understanding widow, a woman so beguiling that many men lusted after her. Now Clark was thrusting back, digging his fingers into the firm mounds of her ass and bracing his heels against the bed as he hammered his prick up into the hotly twisting cunt. The rhythm increased, the tempo gaining pace as they lunged together, rolled and squirmed, and pulled apart only to grind fiercely at each other's crotch again.
"Fuck me!" Nadine gasped. "Oh, fuck me, screw me- stab me with your hard cock, darling! Ahh-ahh-so damned long without a man between my legs-so long without a good, stiff prick in my pussy-ahh-AHHH!"
Surprisingly, Nadine came before Clark got off, but Abby thought it was because the woman had been denying her sensuality, afraid to fuck another man since her beloved husband passed away. She was making up for lost time now, slamming and hunching as the tremendous orgasm burst inside her blazing cunt and shook her from head to toe.
Then Clark shuddered, and his balls leaped upward in that mighty frenzy of total release. All the pent-up power of his young balls hurled his first load of boyish semen upward through his flexing cockhead and spewed it boiling into the welcoming depths of Nadine's quivering cunt. It must be a gorgeous burst of come, Abby thought; it must be flooding, spitting, raining throughout Nadine's vagina, all thick and creamy and fantastically sticky. The cheeks of Nadine's ass tightened as she clamped her pussy around his stilled cock, holding him tightly within her body.
CHAPTER 3
When Abby turned away and hurried down the hall to her room-hers and her absent husband's-a great pulse was beating within her body, and a bright flame was burning within her pussy. She was eager, with every fiber of her flesh alerted, trembling with the urgency of her body. Head whirling from what she had just seen, the seduction of her son, she wanted Farley badly, more than she had ever craved a male in her life.
The boy flinched when she burst in upon him, but she managed to give him a smile as she locked the door behind her. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his hand over his crotch, but she could see the hard-on he had. Of course, he still had on his clothing, shy in this meeting and perhaps a little afraid.
"Mom," he whispered. "Will she walk in on us?"
Abby shook her head as she reached for the fastening of her robe. "No, dear; your mother is-busy, quite busy with affairs of her own. There's time for us, Farley, plenty of time to do things we want."
Dropping her robe from her shoulders, Abby felt the silken material slide down across her sensitive nipples, down over her aching belly and along the round lengths of her thighs as it fell to the floor. Abby saw his eyes widen, and heard the sharp catch of the boy's breath as he saw her standing naked and ready for him. Undulating her hips, feeling bitchy and possessive and altogether the predatory female, Abby moved toward him, cupping her tits and offering them, thrusting the fluffy golden hairs of her cunt at him.
"Lie back," she said softly, "and let me take off your clothes. Just relax, darling; I'll take care of you. I'll do everything for you."
Slim and olive-skinned, the boy obeyed her, and she hurried to rid him of his shirt, then her fingers were anxious at his pants, whipping them down as his lovely, young cock leaped out. So hard, she thought in amazement; so very stiff and strong, this beautiful shaft of boyish meat always ready for more excitement, and her fingers fluttered over its throbbing head.
Abby knew a sudden hunger, beyond the need that was eating at her; she had a desire to taste this young prick, to lave it adoringly with her tongue, and to know Farley's erotic squirmings as she tantalized him orally. She had taken her husband's cock into her mouth more than once, but Bill was kind of funny about that; he had never let her go all the way through with it, had never loosed the hot stream of his ejaculation within her mouth. But this time, she would do as she pleased; nobody could tell her no. She was in total command of the situation.
Up on the bed with him, she let him run his small hands over her large, firm breasts, allowed him to play with the erect nipples while she ran her own hands wonderingly over the sleek, almost hairless body. As the boy writhed, she kissed first his mouth, feeding him the wet, hot fury of her probing tongue, then moved down to kiss his throat, to nip tenderly at his tit bumps. Abby heard him groan when she licked down his chest and over his quivering belly, when she rubbed her tits across his pulsing rod.
Her cheek was soft against the boy's cock, her hair teasing the delicate, satiny skin, and her fingers played lightly into the wrinkled yielding of his balls. Tentatively, she touched the darting tip of her tongue to the shaft, and felt him lurch in response. Close up, Abby stared at the puffy head of Farley's prick, the skin so smoothly stretched and red, the little blind mouth oozing a delicate droplet of pre-seminal fluid, clear and innocent She licked over it and Farley shivered mightily. She pursed her lips and kissed the swollen glans, tasting the salt sweetness of his inner fluid, a foretaste of what was to come, that secret richness of his body that she so ravenously craved. Suddenly Abby slipped her lips over the bulb and curled her hungry tongue around it Wild excitement raced thrillingly through her body as she wrapped her fingers around the base of his prick and pulled it far back into her eager mouth.
He was heaving beneath her, twisting and turning in the throes of his rapture, but she could not free that delicious cock. Drawing its flanged head into the back of her throat, she pushed it into retreat with her busy tongue, slid it across the roof of her mouth and down teasingly over her teeth, only to pull it greedily back again and again, bobbing her head in a slow, sensuous rhythm.
"Oh no!" Farley hissed, his fingers reaching into her hair. "P-please, Mrs. Barton-I can't hold it back much longer-I just can't! I'm going to come in your mouth, if you don't let go!"
"Mmm," she moaned around his slippery cock, wanting to tell him to let it go, but she could only mumble, only suck and pull and jam the tip of her tongue hotly into the slit Chewing, siphoning, Abby pumped faster, and the boy's hands clenched into her hair, his crotch lifted when he drove his prick deeply into her throat and shuddered.
The stuff spewed violently from the flexing head of his cock, spitting out in a furious stream that was thick and bubbling and creamy. Avidly, she gulped at the stream of liquid, rinsing it around her mouth and swallowing, feeling the slippery juice pass down her throat and into her stomach, where she would forever possess a part of him.
Abby continued to suck, to roll the pulsing head with her tongue, seeking the last droplets of the boiling fluid, gulping the very essence of his young manhood. Limply, Farley fell back upon the bed, spreading his legs, his belly pumping up and down in the frenzy of his breathing. Regretfully, she eased her mouth from his upright rigid prick, licking down its length to the downy shapings of his balls, playing wetly there as she caressed the flat muscles of his belly.
Oh, she wanted to give everything to this slim youth, wanted to be everything to him, and in the generous giving, she would also take. Kissing her way back up his body, she fastened her hot mouth upon his, sensing the recoil there, but forcing her tongue between his resisting lips to feed him the flavor of his own come. When he relaxed, she murmured into his mouth that it was good, good.
His shaft was still hard, nestling against her belly, and she remembered how Nadine had taken her own son, how that sleekly beautiful woman had mounted Clark to get his cherry. She already had taken Farley's, but the image of Nadine rocking and surging on top of Clark was still bright inside her head.
Wiggling, Abby rubbed the dewy softness of her cunt over the boy's shaft, massaging her hairs into his, knowing the thrill of that always ready prick as it nudged her mound. Moving a hand between their bodies, she took hold of the delightful rod and pushed it toward her labia, arching her body so that it could be taken in. Gently, she set the spongy head of Farley's cock into the vibrant lips of her cunt, and maneuvered it into perfect position.
"Mrs. Barton," he gasped, "Miss Abby-oh, that feels great! Your pussy is so soft and hot, even hotter than your mouth."
"And it's ah for you, darling," she purred, giving a deft hunch that slipped the cockhead inside her slippery cunt lips. The hard shaft followed, passing easily up into the clutch of her vagina, burying its iron-hard length to the balls there.
She rode him slowly, grinding tenderly upon his wondrous meat, making the sliding rod caress her feverish clit, forcing it to reach far up inside her cunt, gloving it with the heated satins of her innermost flesh, clamping down upon it with love.
"Were fucking again," she murmured. "I'm fucking you again, Farley, and you're only a year older than my own son. I love the feel of your young prick in my pussy, darling-I love it" His cock moved inside her, sliding and reaching, probing and drawing back as she squirmed blissfully upon it feeling the soft rising of his balls into the crack of her ass, feeling the strength of the firm meat. She rocked upon him, twisted and turned, lifting and dropping her ass, reveling in the sensation of his prick, in the trembling response of his new, boyish body.
Farley's hands roamed over her flesh, feeling the cheeks of her ass, the curve of her back, the outline of her hips as she surged up and down upon his pole. His breath was ragged at her ear, and she realized that he was getting close again. Lifting and humping forward, she reached a hand beneath his head and brought it to the nipple of her aching breast Forcing it into his mouth, she stroked faster upon his shaft, gripping it tightly with the lining of her blazing pussy, squeezing it with all the power of her vaginal muscles. The hot whirlpool began at her clitoris and spread from there, spinning faster and faster until it leaped crazily throughout her pussy, until the shattering force of it snapped her asshole tight and made her try to get her entire tit down the boy's panting mouth.
Ahh, she thought -ahh! as his cockhead shivered and the enchanted juices hissed searingly from the tip. Farley came with a humping of his crotch, with a grinding of his pelvis up into her own, with a spurting power that hurled thick spates of semen at the cup of her cervix. Her pussy was flooded with his bubbling come, drenched with the fiery liquid, and she gasped in ecstasy at the raw, animal intimacy of it As Abby lay on top the boy, his thighs clamped between her own, she knew a fleeting moment of disbelief, a knife edge lancing of guilt She was Mrs. Bill Barton, almost-matronly Abby Barton, with two teenage children and a loving husband, and she had never in her wildest dreams imagined herself in such a situation. Yet here she was, with her blood plunging furiously through her body, with a young boy's prick still gripped in the semen-filled cup of her pussy.
But the puzzlement passed quickly, and she was the new, feverish Abby Barton, gone mad over the newly discovered joys of sex with the very young. It didn't matter to her that the imprint of her husband's head was still upon the pillow beside Farley's dark hair, that her own son was being taught the intricacies of fucking by her best friend, just down the hall.
The dark flame burned savagely within her still, and she would not try to deny its power again. She would have to he and maneuver and cheat but she had to possess this boy and all his sexual charms; her body demanded it, and even though her mind resisted for a little while, Abby gladly surrendered.
Tenderly, she hiked her pelvis, so that his constantly hard cock slid greasily from the jealous lips of her wet pussy and left a trail of come across her belly when she lowered it again. She tickled her tongue into the boy's ear and stroked his passive body, learning the delicate, slim outline of his flesh, the incredible smoothness of his skin. There were so many things to do with Farley, things she wouldn't do with her husband, and she was determined to experience them all, to be and do and feel.
Farley was stirring against her. He said quietly, "Clark and my mom are making it, aren't they? I saw how she was brushing up against him in the dining room, rubbing her tits on him. Maybe I wouldn't have noticed it, before we fucked, but I could see it plain as anything, after."
She hesitated, then said, "Yes, Farley-they are. Your mother has been very lonely, and when I confessed that I had screwed you, she thought it was a good idea to do the same to my son. Are you angry about that, or jealous?" - He said, "No, I don't think so, but I have to kind of get used to the idea. Did you peep in on them? Was that why you kept me waiting, so you could see what they were doing?"
Abby nodded and took his hand to place it upon the dripping hairs of her pussy; when he didn't take it away, she said: "Yes; I watched them fuck, and it was a beautiful thing to see. Clark was a cherry, too, and your mother turned him into a young man. Right now, they're probably talking it over just as we are-unless they're screwing again."
He fingered the greasy lips of her snatch. "I hope she's having as good a time as I am. I was worried about Mom, but not any more, I hope Clark gives her a good long fucking."
"I'm sure he will," Abby said, and took a deep breath as the boy moved down to nuzzle at her breast, rolling the risen nipple between his tongue and teeth, being her baby and her lover at the same time. She lay still when he drew his soft mouth down her rib cage.
"You'll have to tell me if I'm doing it right," he whispered, caressing her hips with his hands, touching his tongue to her upper belly. "I think I want to do it to you, the same way you did it to me."
"I'll tell you," she promised, "but if you're not sure-" "Now I'm sure," he said, and slid down to thrust his tongue into her navel. The shock burst hotly inside Abby's belly, and she rolled her hips. Bill had kissed her there, and once he had even put his tongue into her pussy, but her husband had never really, truly eaten her cunt the way she had always wanted him to. Now it was going to happen; now it was going to be done by her fifteen-year-old lover.
She quivered when the boy licked across her hipbones, and flinched as he trailed his tongue into the wet forest of her pubic hair. Farley kept moving down, and she shifted to open her thighs for him, to give him all the room he could want. Her pelvis reached up, and her hands drifted down to stroke his glossy hair.
Then suddenly, it was happening; his mouth was hard against the lips of her aching pussy, so she could feel the sharpness of his teeth. His tongue pressed in and up, stirring into the soapy labia, stimulating them as they had never been thrilled before.
"H-higher, darling," she gasped. "Push up-oh! Yes, yes, that's the place. Can you feel the little nub - ahhhh, you can, you do. That's my clit, darling. Lick it, suck it, tease it!"
She was going crazy. His tongue slipped in and out of her cunt, delving into her clitoral hood, finding the center of all passion.
Shock waves exploded in her pussy, searing darts of energy that tingled along her nerve ends and skyrocketed through her brain. Abby hunched it up at him, rubbing the soft wetness of her inflamed mound into the boy's cheeks, over his chin, across his nose, reveling in the scraping of his teeth, going joyfully insane at the constant caress of his tongue, rocking upon the suction as Farley squeezed the lips of her cunt together and sucked it as if it was a sugared orange.
Liquid flames roared in her belly, and she wrapped her legs around him, drawing him impossibly closer with the satin pressure of her thighs. She was moaning through clenched teeth, digging her fingernails into his scalp, craving and adoring him with every inch of her maddened body, with every arching pore of her skin.
"Darling, darling!" Abby grated. "Oh my lover-you're so fantastic, so sweet-eat me, Farley-eat my pussy until I can't stand it another second. Oh! Ahh-oh baby, baby-I'm coming, coming!"
Soft claws tore at her cunt, and the slippery membranes contracted in honeyed convulsions as Abby's back arched and great, rolling shudders wracked her body. She was spun off the world, sent wheeling out into space, but a warm, pulsing space that enfolded her with loving arms. She came back to the world slowly, lazily, softening in a wondrous way, where every breath she drew was like no other had ever been. The boy's head was still between her legs, his hands still cupped under the cheeks of her ass. His tongue moved easily, lapping the dripping valley of her pussy.
Gently, Abby opened her thighs and released him, but Farley was in no hurry to leave this newfound well, and continued to sip its liquids until she drew him up upon her body and pillowed his dear head between her breasts. She stroked his hair and kissed his cheek, amazed as she realized that the fires he had started in her were only banked for the moment, that they could easily be fanned into fury again.
Did Nadine Carrier feel like this? Had she shared the juices of her vagina with Clark? Abby hoped so; it would be exquisite for them both, a matchless intimacy of sharing that was truly lovely. She wondered hazily if Nadine had gone down on her son, if Clark had known the thrill of a woman's tongue and mouth, as it drew out his manhood, as it softly but insistently pulled forth his semen.
Farley rolled off her and snuggled beside her, his hand feeling the dewy cunt that intrigued him so, that he had now known with both his young prick and his tongue. It was his to do with as he pleased, she thought; she would gladly make him a present of all its hotness, all its slidy caresses, its depths and strengths; there would be no mysteries left for him to explore.
Her breathing slowed and she thought of her husband, of her daughter. Something would have to be done with them, some logical arrangement made so that she and Nadine could have all the precious time they needed for their young lovers.
Abby knew a small gnawing of guilt, but shrugged it away. She was thirsty, too, drained dry now. She looked at the bedside table, at the decanter of golden wine that stood there.
CHAPTER 4
She sat close to Nadine, feeling even closer than the touching of their thighs. Already, she had shared so much with this beautiful woman, and there was so much more to be shared. But the statuesque black maid was breaking in upon their special intimacy.
"It ain't natural, Miss Nadine," Gabrielle was saying. "There's a feeling in this house, like something was wrong, and I found a gris-gris doll on the porch this afternoon."
Nadine laughed. "Oh come on Gabrielle; voodoo in this day and age? The witch woman of New Orleans has been dead a long time."
Gabrielle crossed her arms over a pair of magnificent breasts. "There's some say she never died, and there's that voodoo woman claims to be her great-granddaughter-" Abby said, "It's a night club act I thought Bill would break up the other night, when we saw it" The maid shook her head. "Marie Laveaux was a powerful conjure woman, and if this other woman is true kin to her-and how come the doll I found?"
"Kids playing jokes," Nadine said, and Abby thought she would probably never look at young people in the same way again, never call them kids again; not after what she had with young Farley, and after what she had seen Nadine doing with Clark.
But maybe it was all different with young girls, with someone like her daughter. Surely, little Delia couldn't have that kind of powerful sex drive surging through her, could she? Then Abby wondered about Bill; had he been truly happy with their sex life, with the sameness, the almost ritual habit of it? Mentally, she flinched, flunking of what he might do, if he ever found out about Farley, especially the things she had done with the boy. Bill was strait-laced about those things, and it would be bad enough if he knew she had been unfaithful, much less if he should somehow learn she had gone down on a boy's prick and swallowed the semen.
"It ain't funny," Gabrielle murmured. "And all this yellow wine-I swear, I don't know where it comes from."
It's very good," Nadine said. "Why don't you and Lucien split a bottle, and stop worrying?"
Abby sipped more of the stuff and waited until the maid was gone from the room, then said, "What can we do about Bill and my daughter? They have to be kept away from this, somehow."
Nadine pursed her lush lips, and Abby found herself wondering if those lips had been wrapped around her son's cock. Nadine said, "Bill's very close to little Delia, isn't he?"
Nodding, Abby agreed. "Closer than to his son; they enjoy being together, but they're bound to get suspicious, if we keep sending them off alone."
"Well think of something," Nadine promised, over her wine glass. "Darling-I simply can't let Clark alone now; we're just getting started, and it's so wonderful. I don't think I ever really let myself go this way before, and your son is such a magnificent lover, so strong and eager."
Abby knew a thrilling little shiver; it was almost sinfully exciting to talk about it, to discuss the screwing of their sons. She took another drink of the potent wine, relishing the strange heat of it in her belly, the warm glow that matched the constant throbbing of her pussy. "Your boy is quite a young stud, too. We experimented a little, going down on each other, between fuckings."
Touching her hand, Nadine said, "I know how exciting that can be, how fulfilling. I want to thank you, Abby - for taking that first important step with Farley."
"I didn't know I could," Abby answered. "I didn't even know I wanted to, at first, but then-well, I'm glad it happened. Nadine, I have an idea. If you could seduce Bill-" Nadine sat erect, her eyes lighting. "Then he might be drawn into the group. He couldn't very well point the finger at you, if he was doing the same thing. And your husband is a very attractive man, darling."
"Attractive," Abby said, "but kind of square. You can change that, of course. But what will we do with the boys, then-and my daughter?"
"They won't go for it, until we explain why, but I can send them to a movie; Delia and Clark, that is. Farley can play sick, until things get going. Oh Abby, I'm really turned on to this."
So was Abby, and when her husband and daughter came in, she was already looking at him in a new light, although she wondered at her lack of jealousy. She was only glad for him, happy that he would soon be led into a new adventure, and happy that Farley would be left for her.
Dinner was delicious, and the golden wine flowed freely. It was an old Creole custom that children should also have a small glass with their food, and the lads went for it with gusto. Abby was anxious to have them gone, and saw her friend whispering in Clark's ear, explaining the situation to him. Farley had already been clued in by her, and excused himself to go to his room.
Abby said, "I'm a little tired. Bill - do you mind if I leave you and Nadine alone down here?"
"Not at all," he said, and she climbed the stairs hurriedly, knowing that Nadine would have a clear field now, that unless Bill Barton was a complete idiot, he would soon be well occupied down here, and wouldn't come breaking in on Farley and herself.
Later, she thought; after she had taken the edge off this ever growing desire for the boy's sturdy prick, she might slip back downstairs and take a peep at the fucking between her husband and her best friend. She wouldn't walk in on them, of course; that might be too great a shock to Bill, but sometime after, he would know it had been arranged.
Nadine was free now, cleared of her hangups since she had screwed Clark; she was no longer afraid of relationships with men, and Bill was in for a wildly swinging time. Abby hoped the woman would turn him on to oral sex; it would be exciting to see Bill with his ruggedly handsome face buried in that rich, black pubic hair between Nadine's sleek thighs. It would be even more thrilling to have her husband eat her pussy all the way, for once.
Farley was waiting in her room, and she went directly to him, enfolding the slim, dark boy in her arms and pressing him against her aching body, into the resiliency of her breasts, into the thrusting urgency of her mound She needed it, needed him, as badly as if she had not screwed for months. Abby couldn't understand the hunger, but she wasn't going to try and deny it Downstairs, Nadine was turning her considerable charms upon Bill touching him intimately, feeding him more wine, talking in low and sultry tones. If that didn't work, she would be more direct perhaps stepping out of her dress and showing that gorgeous, sexy body. Bill was human; he wouldn't turn that down.
Just imagining the scene made Abby hotter, and she led the boy to the bed, anxious to get out of her own clothing. He was such a sweet kid, so adorable, and that hard prick was out strong and erect, glowing at the head, the small balls swinging below, filled with that precious fluid.
"A different way this time, darling," she panted as they lay naked together upon the bed. Climbing to her hands and knees, she presented the curved and delicately shaped cheeks of her ass to him. "Dog fashion, Farley-just climb up behind me and stick in that beautiful young cock."
She felt his hands upon her, stroking and fondling, sliding lightly over her lower back, her ass, her spread thighs. Her blonde hair hanging down, she braced herself, desperate for the touch of his cockhead. When it came, she shuddered, rocking back into the spongy-hard feel of it, wiggling her ass to get the blunt tip set.
It nudged into the steamy lips of her expectant cunt, and Abby humped to help him slide it inside. The knob penetrated, spreading the elastic labia, forcing its welcome path into her trembling slot, and she sighed as it reached far up into the vagina, followed by the stiff rod. Farley sank it home, plunged it to the root inside her cunt, and she felt the soft slap of his balls.
"It feels different this way," he whispered, hiking back his ass and readying for another thrust. "I like to hold onto your ass and look down, so I can see my prick sliding into your hairy pussy."
"Terrific," Abby groaned, rolling her hips so that she could enjoy the twisting of the hard meat within her body, so she could feel the raking of the shaft over her stimulated clitoris. Dropping her head, she looked down the length of her own poised body, staring upside down at the golden thatching of her pubic hairs and seeing the swinging of the darkly feathered balls in their wrinkled sack, seeing the glisten of her inner oils upon the boy's cock as he worked it in and out.
"You're nice and slick inside your cunt," Farley said, humping faster, "all hot and juicy, and I really dig the feel of your pussy hairs around the root of my prick."
She wiggled blissfully, working her cunt muscles and rocking back and forth in a slow, lascivious motion. She braced her hands when his body curled down over hers, when his hands came reaching around to take hold of her pendulum tits. His cock pounded up into her then, reaching deeply and grinding as he fed the meat.
"Miss Abby," he gasped, "I'm about to come-oh, it's so hot, so good-I'm coming now-now!!"
She was surging toward her own orgasm, trembling and going taut as the magic feeling came crawling up from behind her silken knees and along her spread thighs to center in the cunt that was working around the darling piston of his cock. Abby felt the head of his prick expand convulsively, and knew the sudden eruption of Farley's semen as it hosed boiling into the interior of her pussy. Rich and thick, the essence of him splashed the cup of her womb and turned the walls of her cunt all soapy.
Humping to him, grinding her ass and reaching back through her open legs to take his flexing balls in one hand, Abby came, and seemed to keep coming, riding crest after crest of violent, foaming waves of passion. Her knees went weak in the backwash, and she sagged slowly to the bed, with his slight weight riding her. Abby's ass cheeks clenched to hold his cock jealously within her sated flesh, and she buried her face in the pillow.
Farley learned quickly, she thought; he was no longer awed by the availability of her body, although he obviously adored it, and practically worshipped this cunt that was able to give him so much carnal pleasure. But he was also giving her a new kind of happiness, and she was grateful for it He stirred, and gently backed his hard cock from the wet gripping of her pussy. She felt a tiny rivulet of semen dampen her ass when the boy lifted himself from her and lay down on the bed. She could fuck him forever, she thought never really tiring.
But there were other things to do now, a different experience for them both to know, so she sat up and poured them wine from the ever-present decanter upon the bedside table. "Farley," she said, "how would you like to sneak down and see my husband screwing your mother?"
He said, I'd like that, but it would freak me out if they caught us, so we'll have to be very careful. Oh wow-you know, I've been taking sneaky peaks at mom since I was first able to get a hard-on. I mean, she's so beautiful and sexy, and I was crazy to see her pussy. Once I did, and got all choked up at the sight of that thick, black hair between her thighs. I had to run back to my room and jack off, quick."
Abby looked at him, at the slim, finely muscled body and the almost angelic face. "You've been wanting to fuck your own mother?"
"I-I guess so," he admitted. "I never said it right out like this before, but I -guess that's what I've always wanted, to fuck my mom. I think she's the most beautiful woman in the world. Look-I mean you're beautiful, too, and sexy, but with my mother, it's different. I don't know how to say it, but she turns me on more than any girl my age, more than a movie star, more than anybody. And now that you've shown me how to do it, how to fuck and to eat pussy, maybe I'm not so scared anymore."
She leaned over and kissed his throat, pressing her newly risen nipple into his hairless chest. "I wonder if all young boys want to screw their mothers? Do you think-has Clark said anything to you?"
"No way," Farley answered. "I mean, I guess we both know what's going on, that we're putting it to each other's mom, but we haven't talked about it. Maybe we feel funny about it" "You shouldn't," Abby murmured. "Maybe you and my son can discuss it openly between you, and well-maybe something can be done about getting you what you want most."
His eyes went wide, and he shivered against her. Abby watched his cock swell visibly, saw it lifting erect with the head bulging, and said quickly, "If we're going to look in on them downstairs, we'd better get with it If we don't, I'll be wanting that nice cock again."
Farley trotted to his own room for a robe, and she slipped into her slinkiest a filmy thing of nylon and lace that accented her breasts and called attention to the shape of her ass and the golden nest of her mound. Her heart was thumping when they slipped down the stain and approached the living room. The house was quiet, the servants gone for the night, and they could hear soft music from the stereo.
Holding hands, she and the boy moved to the tall doors, and Abby smiled when she saw that Nadine had, as usual, left them open a crack. She wondered if Bill had been edgy about his wife being upstairs while he screwed another woman, but decided that the powerful sexual allure of Nadine, combined with the effects of the wine, would have wiped that out of his mind. His prick would have been too rigid, his balls too filled with semen, for as far as Abby knew, he hadn't had a different piece of ass in years.
Farley's head was touching hers as they peered through into the living room, where a soft light played upon the figures on the couch. They were still at the moment, except for their hands, which were moving slowly over their entwined bodies. Nadine was halfway on top of Bill Barton, one long leg thrown over his body, and his cock was buried to the hilt within the dark nest of her mound. Abby could see his balls, nestled between his own crotch and that of the woman.
She wished she could have witnessed the event from its very beginning, that she could have watched every move of hand and body, and heard the whispered words of love and eagerness. But there would be time for that, she knew with a strange clarity; there would be much sharing and giving, on all sides.
The boy was trembling beside her, and she squeezed his hand. She had an inkling of what he was feeling, seeing his mother with a prick up her forbidden cunt, seeing that pussy he had always secretly craved, with a man's meat buried in its fragrant depths. She knew some of the same emotions, watching her husband's shaft slide gently from the soft clenching of Nadine's labia, that so familiar cock that she had felt countless times.
Nadine was untangling herself, easing sinuously down Bill's supine body, kissing his throat and his upper chest, her tongue nicking over and through the hairs there. Abby realized what was going to happen next, that Nadine would work down his taut flesh until she could adore that upright shaft with her lips and mouth. She held more tightly to Farley's hand.
CHAPTER 5
It was good with her husband that night, very good. There was a new thrill to their screwing, a stimulation brought on by the variety of experiences they had both recently been through. Abby's flesh seemed ultra-sensitive, the nerve ends softly inflamed, even the pores of her skin more open and breathing in tingling sensations.
They had gone to bed early, after toasting each other with goblets of wine, after warm and soapy showers that freshened skin and hair. Wordlessly, Bill had turned to her beneath the sheet, reaching out to bring her feverishly willing body to his own. Her erect nipples had ground into his chest, and she reveled in the feel of his hard cock against her belly.
Abby caressed that well-known meat, playing her fingers over its expanded head and rubbing the slickness wetting its tip. It was amazing that Bill should be so ready, after fucking Nadine a couple of times, after having his semen drained by the avid suction of the woman's knowing mouth. But here he was, just as eager as if he hadn't screwed for months, and she was glad of it "But not jealous?"
Bill shook his head. "That's weird, but no; I'm not jealous. I thought if I ever caught you fucking another guy, that I'd flip, but now-I don't know. That kid, with his prick in your pussy, sucking on your tits, feeling your ass, pumping the meat to you while you wiggled, all hot and panting-hell, it turns me on!"
"That's how I felt about you and Nadine," she said, manipulating his prick as it hardened by degrees. "When I saw your cock buried in her pussy, it was thrilling, and when I watched you heaving and squirming as she ate you, I damned near walked in and joined you. But Farley was with me, and I didn't think either of you was ready for a scene like that."
He stared at her and held out his empty glass. "Farley, watching me fuck his mother? Who'd believe that a kid so young-" "He's quite a little lover," Abby said. "He was a virgin, but he learned quickly."
"I hope he appreciates what a wonderful piece of ass you are," Bill said.
"Oh, he does, but he also has this lifetime hard-on for Nadine - that's why he wanted to watch you screw her. You know, she took our son's cherry, too. Once I made the first move with Farley, everything just seemed to explode."
Bill drank the wine she splashed into his glass, wiped his mouth and grinned. "Well, I hope Clark appreciates what a piece of ass Nadine is, too; I know I do. If I had been turned on by some beautiful, older woman when I was just a kid, I would have dedicated my life to fucking, I guess. Damn-I'm still kind of mixed up, all these new, crazy ideas pinwheeling through my brain. My own kid, screwing Nadine; my own wife, screwing Nadine's boy, and me, fucking Nadine and sitting here talking about it all with my wife, right after we had a wild fuck ourselves. And you know something? I'm getting another hard-on."
That's terrific," she breathed, "because I want to eat you, the same way she did. I want you to let it all go into my throat, as you did to Nadine. Then we can talk about what we're going to do-all of us."
When she kissed his belly, Bill spread his legs and touched her hair as it spread over his thighs. She blew softly against his spongy cockhead, and fondled his balls with butterfly fingers. It was entirely different with her husband now, a newness between them, a wilder excitement than they had known since the first few times they had screwed.
Her tongue licked his knob, and Bill shuddered, his fingers working into her hair. Abby kissed down the length of his turgid shaft, feeling the veins against her tongue, tasting the flavors of his skin and the passions that were seething below it. Drawing one of his balls into her mouth, she sucked upon it, and knew the trembling response of his thighs. She went to the other one, very careful with it, laving it with her tongue.
Then she moved back up the shaft to the throbbing head, to run her hot, wet tongue across the slit and savor the leakage of fluid there, finding it salty, finding it sweet and rich. In all the years of their marriage, Abby had never tasted her husband's semen, and now she found it irresistible.
Hungrily, she fitted her lips over the bulb of his cock, and curled her tongue around it, stroked and petted it before pulling it deeper into her mouth and across her indented cheeks, and allowing it to touch the velvet cup of her throat Sucking it deep, she pushed it back to the circle of her lips before drawing it far back once more. Bobbing her head slowly up and down, all the while rolling her tongue around the sensitive cockhead, Abby ate her husband's prick, wishing that she could get it all the way down her throat wanting to devour the man-meat to have it in her stomach.
Bill was thrusting now, lifting his crotch in a hungry, sensuous rhythm, holding to her head as he fucked her mouth, and she adored it; she loved every slippery movement, each little quiver, every hump and push and withdrawal as his prick probed and withdrew, slid and recoiled.
"Baby, baby!" he hissed. "Oh Abby, my darling-you wonderful, hot bitch-I'm going to let it go in your mouth. I'm about to come in your mouth-here it is- here, baby-take it!"
Happily, she sucked as his knob convulsed and sent a small geyser of semen boiling into her mouth. Heavy and rich, the stuff flowed over her tongue and teeth, and she pulled it eagerly down her throat, gulping at the creamy fluid, swallowing every drop that she could drain from him.
Gasping, Bill fell back upon the bed as she continued to worry her tongue around his prick, as she pulled for more come, siphoning him dry of his juices. At last, in triumph, she lifted her head and allowed his prick to slide from her lips. Kissing a soft trail up his shivering belly, she paused at his chest to pay damp homage to his nipples, then with opened mouth, kissed him avidly upon the lips.
Her tongue gave him the residual flavor of his own semen, and he didn't resist, but instead, blended his tongue with hers, holding her close. In time, they sighed away from each other, replete for the moment, and Abby's head was buzzing with all the new probabilities this strange road had opened to them.
Bill had accepted the fact that they could both fuck other people and not lose their own closeness. What the next step would be, she didn't know, but she felt that it would be an ecstatic move that would involve all of them more deeply with each other. She closed her eyes, thinking that if they had never taken this trip to New Orleans, if she hadn't been so strangely turned on by Farley Cartier, they would simply have gone on as they had been, living a placid and somewhat boring life.
Sooner or later, one or both of them might have strayed, drawn to some other lover, hiding and sneaking around to fulfill their needs. Now it was out in the open, and she felt much better for that. Now there was only one of their immediate group who was left out of things-little Delia. Abby listened to the sounds of her husband's deep breathing, and tried to picture Farley making it with her daughter.
But another image kept getting in the way-that of Farley sliding into his mother's bed, of Nadine's long, sleek legs opening to present the boy with the thing he had dreamed of for so long, her fabulous pussy. Would Nadine reject that ultimate intimacy, turn her back upon her son's innermost desires as being too far out? Or would the woman give him what he needed so badly?
She caught a flash of her own son's face, and saw him again in Nadine's arms, with his young cock moving steadily in the other woman's pussy. Biting her lips, she wondered if Clark had the same sort of fixation, if her boy had been peeping to catch a glimpse of her naked, if he stared covertly at the shape of her tits, if his eyes had followed the swing of her ass when she walked across a room.
Maybe he had listened at the bedroom door, when she and Bill were having a noisy fuck, hearing their ragged breathing, and possibly even making out the wet sounds as his father's cock churned into his mother's pussy. Had he also hurried back to his own bed, to fantasize as he jacked off, as he exploded his boyish semen into a handkerchief?
Certainly she hadn't felt his emotions, or if she had, subconsciously denied them. Until they'd come here, until she had gotten smashed on that potent wine, Abby had never considered the idea that her son might be lusting after her body, that Clark might be dreaming hot, thrilling dreams in which he poured his semen into his own mother.
There was a throbbing deep within her pussy, a pulse of heat and desire that she tried to ignore. As layers of sham peeled from her mind, she admitted that she had for some years wondered how her father would be in bed, how he would hold her, how he might kiss her breasts and finger up into the giving softness of her cunt. Abby shivered, and put a hand upon her husband's belly, but Bill had fallen asleep, drained of his strength by the repeated screwings from two women.
She got out of bed and put on her robe, tucked her feet into her fluffy slippers, and slipped out of the room. With all these crazy ideas whirling through her mind, there was no way she could sleep now. And not only her head, but her body was also keyed up. Abby went down the stairs into the darkened house, and found her way to the kitchen, wanting a cup of coffee.
When she turned on the light and set the pot on, Nadine came in. The other woman's eyes were shining, and she wore a crimson see-through robe that called attention to every lush part of her supple body. "Hey," she said, "we had the same idea."
"I wonder," Abby mused. "I'm going through some pretty weird ones."
"I'm just alive all over," Nadine purred. "Clark just left my room-the little darling couldn't wait to screw me again, even though he knew I'd been swinging with his father. I feel a bit guilty, Abby, fucking your son and husband, when I have no husband to offer you, in return. I hope Farley can make up for any lack."
"There's no lack," Abby explained. "Bill and I just had a marvelous time; he let me go down on him, for the first time since we've been married. I have you to thank for that; you really loosened him up, so much so that he didn't freak out when I told him I was screwing your son, and that our boy was laying you, too."
"That's good," Nadine said, pouring coffee into two cups. "I hoped it was all going to work out that way. It's very exciting, crazy and impossible, but exciting beyond belief. I don't want anything to stop us from realizing our most hidden desires."
Sipping coffee, Abby said softly, "I wonder if we know what they are-our hidden desires?"
"No need to hide them any more," Nadine said. 'It's so great to be able to bring everything out into the open. You know, I've always admired you, Abby-you're so lovely and outgoing, and you had this fantastic man, this marvelously sensual boy, and now that you've shared them with me, I'd like to go a little farther. I'd like to be with you and Bill, the three of us making it."
Abby trembled; it was an intriguing picture. She said, "I could go for that, too, and I'm sure Bill won't object now. But the boys-how about them? They can't be shut out, and we won't be able to bide this affair much longer from little Delia."
"I suppose not," Nadine murmured. "Is she on the pill?"
"A precautionary measure," Abby admitted. "I was thinking that Farley might-" "Of course," Nadine said delightedly, "and maybe Clark can be momentarily diverted that way, too. Boys usually have a thing about putting it to their sisters, and now that we're shedding so many of the old ideas-" Abby took a deep breath. I'm glad to hear you say that, because your son's strongest need is to screw you.
He'll love to make it with Delia, I'm sure, but he'll still be wondering what it would be like, to slip his gorgeous young thing into his mother s beautiful snatch."
Nadine put down her cup and picked up the bottle of wine. As she drank the golden liquid, her tongue came out and caressed her full lips. She looked directly into Abby's eyes and smiled.
CHAPTER 6
Gabrielle was fretting again, and this time, she'd brought her boyfriend in to help convince them of the voodoo dolls. Lucien was a huge black, a giant of a man with a powerful physique; as they sat in the kitchen of the Cartier house, he was frowning and rubbing his great hands together.
"More to it than you think, Miz Carrier," he was saying. "Gabrielle's scared, and so am I. What with them ugly dolls showin' up every day, she don't much want to work here for you, and I heard your j houseguests made fun of that witch woman the other night" Abby blinked at them, but Nadine said soothingly, "If it bothers you this much, Gabrielle, suppose we pack up and go to the summer place? It would be a nice holiday, anyway."
"Good idea," Gabrielle said. "Maybe that Laveaux woman forget it after awhile. I'll start packing."
Back in the dining room, Abby said, "Do you seriously believe this witchcraft stuff?"
Nadine shrugged, a movement that jiggled her breasts prettily. "Rather than lose Gabrielle, I'll do anything to humor her, and it will be fun. The servants have a separate house there, and we can be alone in the big one-to do as we please."
The idea was good, Abby agreed, enjoying the short ride across Lake Pontchartrain on the long causeway; the kids teased each other and laughed a lot on the way. But there was a growing tension between the adults, an anticipation that kept them on edge. They'd brought a picnic hamper, and in it, a bottle of the new wine, which was emptied by the time they reached Nadine's summer place. It was a sprawling log house, with a smaller cottage out back, set in spacious grounds that were thick with trees.
The housekeeper greeted them, a svelte and tawny woman more bronze than black, and the luggage was carried inside. Gabrielle and Lucien were due to arrive later, and the housekeeper, Theresa, bubbled questions about them, adding that the cases of wine had just come.
"I guess Gabrielle changed her mind," Nadine said. "She must have been sampling the stuff, and sent this on ahead. She'll settle down, once she's out of town and here in the country."
The lads scattered to explore, Farley eager to show his friends the grounds, and when they were alone, the adults looked at each other. Nadine opened a bottle and poured; Bill gulped to cover his nervousness, but Abby felt at ease.
She said, "The boys will be smart enough to keep Delia away from any locked doors, don't you think?
Bill-Nadine suggested that we make it together-the three of us."
"Wow," he said wonderingly. "This morning, I thought I'd been dreaming, but it's still going on, and I don't want to wake up. You and me and Nadine?"
"Please follow me to the master bedroom," Nadine said with a wicked look in her dark eyes, "but don't forget the bottle."
Holding to her husband's hand, her thigh brushing his with electric touches, Abby followed her friend down the long hall, watching the graceful sway of Nadine's hips and the enticing promise of those long, slim legs.
The bed was huge, and drapes covered the windows. Nadine locked the door behind them and placed her - back against it. "I never laid anyone on that bed except my husband, but that's about to change."
She looked at Abby, and they both began to take off their clothes, stripping away their blouses, stepping out of their skirts, unhooking bras and wriggling from their panties. Abby found she was staring at Nadine, rather than looking to see the effect they were having upon Bill. She was fascinated by the smooth olive curves of the woman's appealing body, by the pointy-nippled breasts, so piquant and refined, by the sweep of the flat belly and the hypnotic triangle of luxurious pubic hair, so deep and curly black.
"Damn," Bill said, with feeling. "I never thought I'd be sitting on a bed like this, comparing the bodies of two naked, beautiful women. You're a fabulous pair-one of you golden and the other dark, one small and the other willowy-and both of you so sexy."
Abby turned toward him. "And both of us wanting to be fucked by you. I-we've never done this before, so I guess well just have to feel our way."
Laughing, Nadine moved to the bed where Bill sat nude, his erect cock standing tall. "Feel our way is right," she said. "Come on, Abby-let's start feeling."
Abby put a hand on her husband's chest and shoved him down. She climbed up on one side of him, while Nadine crouched at the other. His prick was like a totem pole, the center of attraction between them, lifted heavy and thick, its knob swollen and red. Nadine lightly touched his hairy balls, and Abby ran her fingers up and down the shaft, her eyes meeting those of the other woman, the same intense heat flaming in them both.
Nadine closed her hand over Abby's, and together they fondled Bill's shaft, leaning down and pressing their tits against him, their thighs beside his. He kissed Abby first, his tongue blazing like something cored with wet fire, his teeth clashing along hers; one hand came around and cupped a cheek of her ass.
Shifting to Nadine, he kissed her, running his tongue deeply into her open mouth, and Abby saw his other hand gripping the other woman's buttock. She rubbed her mound into him, and Nadine did the same. Moving his mouth back and forth, Bill kept kissing both of them, and Abby could tell he was uncertain as to where and how to begin. She decided to help him.
"Fuck her first," she said. "I'll be happy to watch, and maybe touch both of you."
Nadine rolled onto her back and held up her arms as Abby moved aside. Bill hesitated, then crawled over between her widespread legs, his cock thrusting out before him. He looked at his wife, then down at the dewy warmth of the waiting mound.
"Don't hurry it," Abby begged. "Make love to her as if I wasn't here."
He put both hands on the pert breasts, teasing the nipples between thumbs and forefingers, mashing them flat so they could again spring up in all their rounded beauty. Caressing her writhing body, Bill's fingers played over her belly and hips, then tickled down into the furry opulence of her pubic hair. Staring entranced, Abby saw the pink lips of Nadine's pussy, saw her husband's finger slide between them and reach up into the hot little cave beyond. Then Bill couldn't hold himself back any longer; panting, he clamped his mouth down onto hers and hunched forward, feeling blindly with the head of his cock.
It slid along the labia and up through the hair. Bill backed up and hunched again, prodding for the hot hole. Abby put out her hand and slid it across Nadine's warm, smooth thigh to take hold of her husband's shaft and guide it into the trembling cunt lips. Her fingers slipped along its length as the cockhead worked itself into the slot, and she kept them around the base as Bill shoved his prick all the way home.
Abby felt the hairy warmth of Nadine's pussy come down against her fingers, felt them pushed between cunt and her husband's balls. Shudders ripped through her- violent, disturbing quakes that shook her to her depths.
A runaway pulse fluttering in her throat, she took away her hand and slid it beneath the lifted cheeks of Nadine's rounded ass, so that her fingers were in the feathery crack and her palm upturned to catch the soft sack of Bill's balls as they moved back and forth in the slow, grinding rhythm of his fucking.
Pressing to them, Abby looped her free arm around her husband's waist and laid her face against his back, moving with him as he pumped his prick in and out of Nadine's superb pussy, being with them, blending with them as they screwed, flesh of their flesh and heat of their passion.
On her palm, she felt the oils of Nadine's cunt, the wet hairs curling; she felt the movement of Bill's filled testicles and the greasy base of his prick. She knew the tightening and loosening of Nadine's ass and the small knot of the puckered hole. She wanted to kiss them both, to feel their tongues on hers, but she couldn't reach them now. They were squirming and gasping, and the tempo of Bill's strokes was gaining speed as he seesawed his shaft into that adorable, dripping snatch.
"Fuck me harder," Nadine panted. "Shove your prick deeper, Bill-oh-oh, that's good! That's wonderful! I can feel it all the way up into my belly. Ahh-ahh-Abby, Abby, darling-your husband is fucking me beautifully-such a sweet cock-" Bill's balls jerked against her hand, and he gave a final, burrowing stroke that forced Nadine's pussy lips flat.
He was coming into her, Abby thought; her husband was spitting that marvelous sticky fluid into Nadine's vagina, inundating it with the precious spray. And Nadine was bucking on that prick, heaving furiously as she reached the crest of her own violent orgasm, her ass slamming up and down against the bed and rattling it For a long time, they stayed motionless, then Abby brought out her hand and looked down at it, seeing the glistening of juices there, Nadine's inner lubrication and Bill's semen mixed.
In slow wonder, she brought the palm to her lips and touched it with her tongue. Then she smeared what was left onto her nipples, and pinched them until they ached, feeling bitchier than she ever had in her life, feeling low and bitchy and loving it Bill moved then, taking his cock out of Nadine's steaming pussy, showing it to be still hard and ready, exposing the knob polished scarlet by fucking, with a little drop of come still clinging to its lower edge. Abby edged back to give him room, and he lay down upon his back, his chest heaving and beaded with sweat.
"Your turn, darling," Nadine murmured, lifting herself on one elbow. "He's still hard as a broomstick."
Straddling his body, Abby balanced upon her knees and took her husband's slippery prick in one hand. She teased the bulb up and down along the foamy lips of her pussy, around and around in the thick bronze curling of her cunt hair, testing the hardness and strength of his prick and finding it ah there.
She flinched when she felt Nadine's soft hands moving over the curve of her ass, when she knew Nadine's warm breath along the back of her neck and the pressure of the other woman's tits. With a savage, hungry movement she thrust Bill's cockhead up into the flaming glove of her pussy and wiggled as she brought her body down to slide over it, burying the length of his meat into her vagina with one steady motion.
But Nadine was gone, slipped away from her, and she turned her head to look for the woman, even as her crotch settled against Bill's pelvis. Slim and graceful, Nadine was knee-walking around the mattress to the head of the bed, and Abby realized suddenly what she was going to do. Even before Nadine crouched with the dewy hairs of her mound suspended above Bill's face, Abby sensed that Nadine was going to share him in a different way.
Wiggling slowly upon his embedded pole, Abby watched the other woman hold Bill's face gently between her hands as he looked up into that lavishly haired mound, as he stared up into the oily pink cunt lips. He didn't fight it, and Abby realized that Bill had eaten that pussy before, that when Nadine had first seduced him last night, she had made a thorough job of it, breaking down all his inhibitions.
Nadine lowered her crotch, and Bill tilted his mouth to meet it. The black fur covered his lower face, and Nadine placed her hands flat upon his chest to help support her weight. Abby moved upon his cock, rolling it around inside her cunt, sliding it across her vibrant clitoris. Nadine wiggled, too, working her snatch up and down on Bill's mouth, taking his probing tongue deeply within the folds of her pussy.
Then she reached out and took Abby's hands; their fingers twined as they shared the man beneath them, as they rocked gently back and forth upon him, one riding his prick, the other taking his tongue, both their cunts filled with him. It was almost as if they were one woman, or at the least, twins. They leaned toward each other, pulled by an unknown force until their lips met It was the first time Abby had ever been kissed like this by another woman, and the sensation exploded inside her mouth as Nadine's tongue came sliding inside, as the hot breath mingled spicily with her own gasps. Nadine's lips were soft and mobile, her teeth tenderly sharp, and Abby lost herself in damp giving.
Bill humped into her cunt, lifting his crotch and driving his stiff prick home. Abby responded by squirming upon ft, by swinging her ass in a slow arc, but never taking her mouth from Nadine's. She couldn't see what Nadine was doing, how she was grinding her pussy into Bill's mouth, but she could feel the motions and know the rhythms.
She wasn't Abby Barton anymore, but part of someone or something much bigger, one third of an overlapping being that was spreading its multiple senses through an appendage. Jerking and quivering, she tried to return the ecstasy she was receiving, blending with the main body, rolling and humping with it, taking and putting out simultaneously.
She came with a sudden jolt, with a convulsive lurching that made her wring her husband's prick fiercely with the muscles of her vaginal walls. Bright splashes of lava boiled within her cunt, searing its most tender places, and Abby's head reeled. Nadine took her lower hp between jealous teeth and clung there, else Abby might have fallen over sideways in weakness.
But Nadine was shuddering, too, churning her crotch madly upon Bill's mouth, the smooth tempo broken by the insistent slamming of her climax. And Bill-bouncing beneath her locked thighs like a wild horse, he was sledging his hard meat furiously up into Abby's pussy, fucking it for all he was worth, fucking her as if she was brand new and magically exciting to him.
His ejaculation was another tremendous one, a series of wet and staccato spurtings that rained his come into her snatch, that drenched her cervix and came pushing out around the base of his cock.
Locked together, she swayed with Nadine, and they kept him pinned beneath them, held him prisoner of their flaming bodies as they continued to kiss, as their tongues kept feeling over and around in wet, sliding embraces. Their breasts were crushed together, and Abby thought that the sensation was a glorious one.
Bill lifted Nadine's pussy from his face. Abby could hear him sucking for air, and feel the shifting of the woman's body as Bill hoisted her away so he could breathe properly. Regretfully, she took her mouth from Nadine's, and they sagged back, parted at last, separated into individuals instead of the single, welded entity they had become for a few enchanted moments.
Breaking the long, warm silence, Bill said in wonder, "Oh man-I can't believe how terrific that was, better than my wildest dreams."
Abby fumbled her way off the bed and stood weak-kneed beside it. "I need a drink. I may never get control of my body again." Funny, she thought: she didn't feel self-conscious because she was standing there naked; she felt only a beautiful glow, a gentle gratification.
The wine burned in her belly and brought her renewed strength, so that she could balance herself upon the edge of the bed. It had been a wild experience, and one that could be repeated with variations. But not until they were revived; it had taken a lot out of them, those frenzied orgasms, reaching into the center of their beings.
Dimly she heard laughter down the hall, and running feet. She said, "Well have to break this up now, I guess. The kids are back."
CHAPTER 7
Gabrielle was with the kids, and Lucien was stirring around in the back yard; the housekeeper, Therese, was busy at a complicated stove, and when Abby walked in with Nadine, arm in arm, she felt the boys' eyes rake them. Had Clark looked at her first, even before running his eyes over the willowy body of his lover?
She managed a wink at Farley, and chatted with little Delia about the things they had seen, but all the while her mind was working at a furious pace, trying to form a plan that would tear down the final barriers between them all.
The maid seemed different, somehow, moving with a new and compelling looseness, as if her bones had softened and were blending better with her ripe flesh. A big, strong-thighed woman, Abby noted again, a good match for the huge boyfriend. Lucien's cock must be the size of a stallion's, she thought, if it fitted the rest of that big black body.
"No dolls here," Gabrielle announced. "Me and Lucien looked all over, and I changed my mind about that yellow wine; it's pretty good."
As Abby sat down at the table, Farley moved to stand close beside her, claiming her by his nearness. He was a lovely boy, she thought, but no more handsome than her own son. Remembering what Bill had said in the bedroom when he saw Nadine and herself standing naked, she compared the boys physically. One dark and one golden; both of them slim and supple, their coloring different, but their boyish appeal the same. And their sexual tastes?
Certainly they had both had good teachers; would they be able to pass along that recently acquired knowledge to little Delia Barton? Abby glanced at her daughter and saw the miniature young body in all its grace, the honey brown hair and hazel eyes, the high breasts just beginning to bud. Delia's virginal pussy would be very tight, and the first prick into it would have to be used with care, so as not to hurt the girl.
Therese served them a steaming gumbo, giggling that she also dug that wine and was happy to have company for a change. Bill joined them in the early dinner, and the kids got their share of the grape in smaller glasses. While the rest of them dawdled over dessert, Abby and Nadine walked out onto the front porch.
"What do we do?" Abby asked. "Suppose Delia isn't ready, or that Farley isn't eager to go through with it? Even if he is, that leaves Clark and Bill and you and me. I'm not sure that grouping is ready, either. I mean--" "I know what you mean," Nadine breathed, caressing her hand. "Too much of a shock for Bill to swing beside his son, and perhaps not enough stimulation to fuck with you alone. I think we should all get good and smashed, Abby, and that includes our smouldering Gabrielle. It wouldn't take much to turn her onto Bill, and that would leave other options open. That Lucien is such a stud, and he's eyeing the golden Therese."
"It's still a mixup," Abby said. "But if my daughter gets woozy, she can be put to bed, and Farley sent to her later."
"Let's try to arrange it," Nadine said, and put her lips lightly upon Abby's. No tongue this time, just a slow, sweet caress that still left Abby breathless at the pressure of their bodies.
After a few glasses of the wine, things got a bit blurred, and people seemed to be drifting away to various parts of the house. Weaving a little, Abby was again led along the shadowy corridor and deposited in her room - Nadine's room, actually; she recognized the big, resilient bed and giggled as she stretched out upon it. Leave everything to Nadine, she thought fuzzily; lovely Nadine could handle it her way, and Abby would just take whatever came her way. But really, she hadn't meant to get so bombed herself. She might miss something.
The bed lamp was dim, and she was naked beneath the sheet when the door opened and he slipped in. Darling boy, she thought; sweet Farley, anxious to dip his strong young cock into the cunt that had trained it. Drowsily, Abby curled to the slim body as it slid into the bed with her.
His hands were seeking, gentle upon her breasts, and his mouth was sweet and fragrant. She adored his probing tongue with her own, arching her body against his, rubbing the rich fullness of her pussy into him and knowing the steely length of his prick. Roaming her flesh, his fingers stroked and fondled every curve and each valley, almost as if he had never felt them before. He was progressing, she thought, always more tender and thoughtful. Farley would be even more delicate, when he at last got to bed the woman he desired most, his mother.
Sleepily, she asked, "Is Delia in bed?"
"Yes," he whispered, and his hand found her mound, his palm warm and comforting against her dampening pussy lips. His knee was between her legs.
Eyes closed, she said, "And Nadine?"
"Busy," he whispered, as his fingertip widened her labia and felt gently inside. She ground luxuriously upon his finger as it penetrated, reaching up into her narrow, hot cave. Of course Nadine was busy, she thought; Nadine would be fucking Clark, letting him catch up on the pussy he had missed during the day. She felt grateful for this; her son shouldn't miss out on anything.
His mouth discovered hers, and their tongues twined again as he lifted his body to cover hers, as his slim-hipped body found its place between her silken thighs. The boy's turgid cockhead fumbled at her slippery labia, and he used one hand to steer it straight, setting it firmly into the waiting hotness. With a deft, hungry lunge, he pushed it up into her willing cunt, and she felt an alien thrill, a sensation of strangeness as that hard boyish prick penetrated to its full, throbbing length and settled snugly into the enveloping membranes of her vagina.
His balls were resting in the uptilted cradle of her ass when Abby raised her legs and wrapped them around his ardent, narrow body. He groaned into her mouth and shuddered as if he was in the grip of a raging fever. His cockhead leaped inside her pussy, and he moved it as if her cunt was very fragile, very precious to him.
There was an offbeat movement to his shaft, too, something that was pure electricity, flashing sparks of weird responses through her consciousness and radiating to the far curves of her vagina. Her legs held him tighter, and her thighs clenched him, but not tighter than the clinging of her pussy. Little grabbing ripples worked up and down her cunt, like so many caressing fingers around his slowly pistoning cock.
Then he moaned it into her mouth: "Oh wow-I've wanted this for so long, for years and years. I've dreamed of this second, when my prick would be sliding inside your beautiful pussy, when it would be feeling around inside this fabulous cunt. It's even greater than I thought, wilder, crazier-ahh, you're so hot and so tight, like soapy velvet. Oh, fuck me, fuck me back!"
"Clark!" The word was a small scream that broke against his teeth.
"Yes, yes! Mom, it's me-it's really me, and I'm fucking you at last. Sweet, hot pussy-I've only seen it twice, but I always hoped it would feel like this-slidy and juicy, wrapping itself around my prick-my prick, Mom. It's not Dad's cock, and it's not Farley's, either. It's my prick, darling-Mom, darling-" A miniature earthquake exploded inside her vagina, and her clit went insane with the aftershock. Her arms held him closely, desperately, and her. tits crushed themselves flat against his smooth, hairless chest, the nipples trying to burrow into his flesh. Her ass rocked back and forth, twisting in sharp, ravenous circles as she furiously rode the hard, vital meat working within her body.
Clark was meeting her savagery, pumping his stiff prick strongly and steadily into her snatch as she struggled to get more and more of it, as she fought to eat it up with her socket. Hissing between locked teeth, she dug her fingernails into his back, and lowered her face so that she could bite his throat.
Abby came. She came in a tremendous, writhing, jerking spasm of the most intense rapture she had ever known. Her orgasm shook her from rolling head to curling toes, and drew her asshole up tight as a snapped rubber band. Hot tendrils flicked up and down her thighs. She came again, one climax following swiftly and impossibly upon the heels of the first one, surging in her cunt and fanning out through her flexing belly.
That forbidden prick continued to move, to slide gloriously in and out of her trembling pussy, caressing the shrinking clit with tender adoration. It was hard, yet silken; it was long enough to reach the most sensitive portions of her body, yet small enough so that she could contain it with all the eagerness of her labia, kissing its base wetly with the pulsating mouth.
"Darling," she moaned softly. "Oh my darling boy-I love you. I love your young prick. Keep fucking me, Clark. Don't ever stop fucking me and loving me."
"I won't," he promised, moving his ass sensuously up and down, stroking that exquisite meat lasciviously into her. "I love you and I love your pussy. It's terrific-at last I'm screwing you like Dad has for all these years."
"Oh, I wish I'd known. I wish you had been between my legs a long time ago. Clark, Clark my darling, my lover-" He shook against her, hunched powerfully into her clasping vagina and she felt the warning tremble of his buried cockhead. Abby didn't try to match his climax, didn't attempt to hurry herself to another blazing orgasm. She moved with him, helping him, but with a warm and unselfish comfort, and she exulted in the great burst of semen as her son ejaculated.
His come was a softly roaring stream inside her pussy, a creamy river of lavish richness that bathed her womb in the purest essence of love. She absorbed the honeyed fluid with ecstasy, her cunt drinking it through the satins, pulling upon the swollen head of this most magnificent of all cocks for more of the radiant juice. Abby felt drowned with his semen, soaked in his come, and she would have gladly plunged her entire body into it.
"My love," she murmured. "You have made me so happy. We've fucked, and it's something we should have done a long time ago, ever since you first knew you had this lovely prick. But I wasn't ready then; I was stupid, but now I know better. Your come feels so wonderful inside my pussy, darling."
"Mom, Mom-Mother," he whispered. "You're the greatest piece of ass in the world; you have the most fantastic pussy and tits and belly; you're so hot and beautiful and sexy. I want to kiss every inch of your beautiful body; I want to rub every inch of you with my prick-between the cheeks of your ass, under your arms, into your navel, everywhere."
"You will," she promised, "oh-you will! You can do everything to me, sweetheart-do anything you've ever wished for. And I'll do them to you. I didn't dream of this, but now that I realize what it's like, it's going to be perfect."
Holding his prick buried wetly within her cunt, Clark said, "I'll bet Nadine is telling Farley the same things about now. It was her idea to have me sneak into your bed and pretend to be him, in case you might get uptight about fucking your own son. She just told him straight out that she wanted to screw him, too, and Farley almost fainted."
"She's turned into a straight-out kind of person," Abby said, making her hips do little tic-tocs. "I hope she's getting the same kind of thrill I am, although I don't think that could be possible. No woman can feel the way I do."
Clark stroked his meat gently into her, making softly sloshing noises. "She probably can, with him. Mom, I really dig fucking Nadine, and she taught me everything-including the fact that I should fuck you, but your pussy will always be the most wonderful for me, no matter how many others I get to screw. I guess it's the same with Farley. He told me what a marvelous piece of ass you are, but he'd rather fuck his own mom."
She rolled with him, matching his rocking motion, enjoying the sensation of his balls against her ass, the feel of his warm pelvis upon her own. Abby drifted her fingers down his back and into the daintily haired crevice of his buttocks.
There was no jealousy in her son's voice when he spoke of Farley, and how she had fucked the other boy, simply an acceptance and understanding. Abby wondered briefly where her husband was at the moment, decided that Bill was getting his own kicks with either the voluptuous Gabrielle or the slinky Therese. Either way, he was probably getting his first piece of dark ass, and she certainly didn't begrudge him that. Sex was rampant in this house; everybody was getting laid except little Delia, and she felt sorry for her daughter.
"Let me get on top, baby," she said to her son. "No, don't take your prick out. Just keep it socked in me while I turn over like this-" She was sitting on him then, holding him between her thighs and feeling the slimness of his hips beneath her hands. Rocking forward, she slipped one hand beneath his head, and used the other one to cup her breast. Happily, he lifted to take the distended nipple into his lips, and she quivered when she felt the twisting of his tongue, the tender circle of his teeth.
That's it," she purred, "suck your mother's tit, darling. Chew on it, try to get it all inside your mouth. Ahhhh - that's pure rapture! And your prick is still so hard - almost as big as your father's cock."
Clark tried to devour her tit, and his hands were on her ass when she began to stroke him, as she started to ride that upright meat with long, rolling strokes. It felt so lovely in her pussy, so tantalizing against her clitoris.
There was no hurry, no need to snatch quickly at this special ecstasy; they had all night. They had forever to fuck slowly, to revel in every intimate movement, to glory in each wanton action as they screwed. Pumping gently, Abby slid her embracing cunt inch by inch over the prick that centered it, the elegant and symmetrical prick that had in truth become the center of all the universe. Her son toyed with the cheeks of her ass as they fucked, and she licked into his ear, along his throat, forcing him to relinquish his suction upon her breast.
She wanted to eat him; she needed to know the taste of this boyish cock in her mouth and along her tongue; she needed to realize the spurting of his semen in her throat. But all in time, she told herself; they had forever. Now they were screwing, and there could be no more intense sensation, there could be no better way, until this was done, if it could ever be done.
The shape of his chin was familiar, and she took it delicately between her teeth. The shape of his prick sliding juicily inside her feverish cunt was unfamiliar, but soon she would know every atom of its delight. Seesawing, squirming, she made his cockhead touch every hidden cranny of her pussy, using it to stimulate her leaping clitoris.
This time, they were making it together, thrusting slow and easy, building to a climax that could not be held back much longer. It grew and grew, expanding to fill her belly and to thunder in his balls. Abby Barton came with her son, and as his semen fountained within her pussy, she sighed and fought to keep from passing out
CHAPTER 8
She left him asleep in the morning, left him curled quiet and beautiful upon the bed as she went to shower. What they had shared was still beyond belief for Abby, but she knew it was all true, that the impossible had taken place, and that it had been wonderful. It would be still more wonderful, she thought, soaping her awakened body and standing while the hot water purled down over her tits, over her vibrant mound and down her thighs.
They had practically worn each other out last night, loath ever to have his prick taken from the loving grip of her pussy, not wanting to separate, even for a minute. There had been long, wild orgasms piled upon short, bright ones, each climatic cresting shaking them to their cores.
But when she got up this morning, Abby had wondered about the others, also. She thought of her husband, of Nadine and Farley, of Delia sleeping unconsciously through it all, missing out on all the deeply gratifying sex that was taking place. Little Delia would have to be taken care of, and soon; she couldn't continually be shunted off to the side and forgotten, because she, too, was a vital part of the family.
Wrapping herself in a dressing gown, she went out into the hall and ran into Nadine. They kissed and held hands. Abby thought that the other woman had never looked fresher and more beautiful.
She said, "You look as happy as I feel."
And Nadine answered, "I am-oh, I am. Did you have the same kind of night-completely wrapped up in each other?"
Abby nodded. "Even though it's so magnificent, there are still others. We'll have to do something about them."
They walked together down the corridor and into the dining room, where Bill Barton sat over coffee. Delia wasn't in sight. Abby kissed her husband lightly upon the lips and sat down, not at all surprised when Nadine did the same. Hearing them talking, Gabrielle brought more coffee, her eyes downcast but her strong body moving sinuously, and Abby knew that the black woman had spent the night making love with Bill.
When she was gone, Nadine said quietly, "I think you should be the one to do it, Bill."
"Do what?" he asked.
"Take your daughter's cherry," Nadine answered. "It would be better that way."
"Little Delia?" He frowned. "Look, I never-oh hell; that's not true. Maybe I've eyed her little ass a few times, and wondered what it would be like to screw her, but I didn't mean to carry through on it" "Now you can," Abby said. "There's nothing stopping you now. Nadine and I went about it differently-she broke in Clark and I taught her son all I could. Now we've changed over for awhile, and we can tell you that there's nothing like fucking your own child. It'll freak you out, Bill, really."
He stared at her. "You mean you and Clark-Nadine and her boy-" "Of course," Nadine said. "The boys admitted they had been dreaming of us for years, sneaking looks at our tits, trying to peep under our skirts and see our cunts, then going to jack off because they couldn't get what they wanted most" "What a waste of their beautiful semen," Abby murmured. "Maybe Delia has been thinking along the same lines, getting so frustrated that she has to finger that sweet little pussy. You can make her dreams come true, Bill. You can seduce your daughter and make her the happiest kid anywhere. Besides, she's bound to find out what's going on around here, sooner or later."
"If it's too much for you to handle at first," Nadine said, "we can talk to the boys. I know Farley would love to get into her adorable snatch, and Clark is always so horny, too."
Bill shook his head. "No; no, I'd like to be the first. I'll have to be very careful-she's so tiny, so fragile. But I'm raising a hard-on now, just thinking about it. If you and Abby can fuck your own sons, I can put it to my daughter."
Nadine leaned across the table and put a hand against his cheek. "Sure you can, and you'll be very grateful for the chance. Since we've been together, since this crazy, improbable thing has happened to us, there's no longer any need to hide within ourselves, to fake and pretend. We do do what we want to do, now-do everything we have ever imagined."
He said, The wine seems to start everything. Delia can have a couple of glasses, and I'll take her into the bedroom."
"If it won't bother you," Abby said, I'd like to be there, out of sight. I want to see it all to experience what you two are going to feel."
"Me, too," Nadine said. "Use the master bedroom-it has a huge closet where Abby and I can hide."
There was a feverishness in the air after breakfast, and the boys were asked to be patient, told that their turns would come soon, that now Clark's sister had to be brought into the loving. Abby glanced often at her daughter, tingling as she thought of what was in store for the girl. She looked at Bill, too, sensing his tenseness, the buildup of his eagerness, and was glad she was going to be nearby to help, in case it would be needed.
Delia was high on the wine as everyone eke cleared out and left her alone with her father. Abby and Nadine hurried to the bedroom, and Nadine thoughtfully placed an open jar of vaseline upon the bedside table, beside the omnipresent decanter. Then they hid themselves in the walk-in closet, excited in the near darkness, hugging each other in delighted anticipation.
The outer door opened and closed. Abby watched them approach the bed and saw Delia sit down, swaying a little. Bill stood over her, slowly taking off his shirt.
He said, "Delia, darling-have you ever wondered what it's like to make love-really make love? Have you ever been with a boy like that?"
Long, brown hair rippled as the girl shook her head. "No; I-I think about it, the things I hear and from sex-ed class. Oh wow! That wine does funny things to me - my head is fuzzy but the rest of me is all hot and tickly."
In the closet, they could hear Bill draw in a deep breath, then let it out. He said, I'm going to show you, baby." He put aside his shirt and stepped out of his pants.
She blinked up at him, a half smile forming on her delicate lips. "You're going to fuck me, Daddy? Oh, good-good!"
Abby saw her husband's eyes widen, saw the lifting of his prick as he dropped his shorts and stood naked. He went to the girl and kneeled before her, taking off her shoes, unzipping her jeans and sliding them down. Delia wriggled out of her shirt and showed that she wasn't wearing a bra; her small fingers were quick at her panties, and she kicked them away with a flurry.
"Daddy-oh, Daddy, this is great! I've envied Mom for a long time, every night I could hear the bed squeaking and knowing what you were doing to her. But you're so big\ Your thing is so big-" "It might hurt a little bit, baby," he whispered, lifting her in his arms and sliding her back on the bed, then kneeling beside her. "But I'll be slow and careful. Here, I'm putting this grease all over my prick, to make it slide inside you better."
Abby trembled and hugged Nadine closely. Their cheeks side by side, the two women peered through the partly opened door to see every movement, their ears straining to catch every word. Bill Barton oiled his cock carefully, all the way to his balls, and the swollen rod glistened in the light. Gently then he spread his daughter's thin legs and used the vaseline upon her almost hairless mound, smearing it liberally along and into the fragile pink lips of her pussy.
Delia giggled. "That tickles, but it's nice. Do I have to do anything special, or will it just happen?"
"Relax, darling," he said in a shaky voice. "Just take it easy and relax. Try not to tighten up and make it harder for me to get inside you. What a gorgeous little cunt you have, baby-it's so beautiful that it hurts my eyes, and touching it with my finger like this just about drives me crazy."
Abby was shaky, too, as she saw him fingering tenderly into the exposed little cunt with its fine feathering of brown pubic hairs, as she saw him working his fingertip between the adorable small lips. Delia began to squirm then, slowly and uncertainly, but making those little hunching motions that are born to women.
That's better than doing it to myself," she panted. "Oh, much better. Your finger is bigger than mine, but it doesn't hurt at all. It feels good, real good."
Bill pulled down a pillow and slid it under his daughter's ass, tilting her pelvis up toward him. "Remember, baby-relax, stay loose. You can help me some by pushing back, when I get the head of my prick into you."
That's a groovy word," she said. "Prick, prick-I like to say it. Hurry, Daddy-hurry up and make me really your girl. Fuck me, Daddy."
Bill guided the distended head of his cock into the center of those lightly puckered pussy lips, and Abby felt the hammering of her heart as she saw him shove gently, forcing the flanged head at the tiny slot, pressing the blunt tip between the humid lips.
"I feel it going in," Delia said. "Oohh-it's opening me up, but it's all nice and slippery."
Bill continued to shove, steadily but carefully, and the head of his cock began to penetrate as the elastic lips stretched to let it in. Delia wiggled, trying to help him reach deeper, her hands clenched into fists, her head thrown back and her small nipples standing straight up.
Abby's breath was rapid with them as she identified with the scene, as she felt herself a part of them, as she was. She was also acutely conscious of Nadine beside her, of the other woman's perfume and soft warmth.
"Come on!" Delia gasped. "Come on, Daddy-put it in me all the way! I need it! I want your prick inside me - hurry, please hurry."
Bill pressed on, burrowing his cock solidly into his daughter's miniature cunt, spreading the lips wider, inching his hard meat between them, and Abby realized that he must soon come up against the barrier within the girl's pussy. She saw him strain, and heard Delia's sharp gasp; then Bill took the girl's delicate ass in both hands and rolled her back, opened her slim thighs more.
This time, when he thrust, it was with power, and Delia gave a little cry as the swollen cockhead lunged up suddenly and ruptured the membrane. His prick slid in, slid deeply, and Abby saw her husband's hairy, dangling balls come to rest in the uplifted crack of their daughter's ass. Bill moaned, and his own ass shivered; Abby could almost feel the great thrill that was holding him.
He simply held his prick buried to the hilt into the girl's tiny slot, the rapture of its tight, unused grip sparking through his body, knowing the marvelous velvets of her inner being, the oiled silks that were cupping his shaft so lovingly. Then Bill backed it out, very tenderly, but Delia fought to keep it locked full length inside her pussy, heaving forward and hiking her pelvis as she dug her heels into the mattress.
"Don't take it out! Leave your prick in me, Daddy! Oh-oh, it's filling me up, stretching my pussy, but I love it, love it!"
Abby saw her husband hesitate, then flex his ass and send his long pole home again, burying it into the elfin cunt, drawing it back as the girl recoiled, sliding it forward once more, in a series of slow, easy strokes that Abby felt in the very depths of her own excited pussy.
In her ear, Nadine whispered hotly, "She's taking it-she's taking every inch of that cock in her tiny cunt, and she's loving it."
"Yes," Abby sighed. "She's a little nymphet, all right Look how she's wiggling, the way she's grinding that slender ass to roll her cunt around him. My daughter is getting a wonderful fuck, her first time out."
"Shhh," Nadine warned. "She may hear us and freeze up."
They fell quiet and stared, and Abby wondered how Bill could hold himself off so long, how he could keep from popping off in the suctioning clasp of the hot, tight pussy. But he kept going as Delia arched and moaned, as she stroked his back and ground her belly, climbing swiftly to a climax.
"It-it's happening!" Delia cried out. "Oh-it's far out, wild-better than finger-fucking-better than anything! Oh my sweet Daddy, I'm coming, coming-COMING!"
Abby saw him stiffen out as Delia twisted upon his embedded cock, as the girl jerked convulsively in her first real and overwhelming orgasm. Then Bill couldn't contain himself a moment longer. With a corkscrewing motion, he sledged his stiff prick in and out of the shuddering little snatch.
"Baby," he groaned, "oh, my darling baby girl-you're so hot, so narrow-such a sweet, beautiful cunt! I'm going to come inside it, darling. Daddy is just about to pump your little pussy full of his sticky come. Ahh - oh - ahh!"
Bill's balls lifted and fell, seemed to unknot themselves as they jetted their precious cargo up through his jerking shaft and out through the spitting head of his buried cock. His semen hurled itself thick and bubbling into the compact pussy that was feeling it for the first time, and his balls continued to flex as spurt after spurt of his liquid drenched his daughter's vagina.
Abby almost came herself, her cunt was contracting so wildly, and her clit seemed to be fighting against its hood. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the pair now quiet upon the bed, upon her husband's prick that was shoved to the root into Delia's snatch.
She felt Nadine's hand upon her breast and knew the comfort of fingers toying with the stiffness of her nipple there. She wanted to run out of the closet and go to them, stripping off her clothing so she could join them upon the bed and truly share.
The circle was almost complete, she thought dazedly. She had fucked her son, and Bill had screwed his daughter; the only connection left to be made was for Clark to put his hard young meat to his sister, and they would have been all the way around. That was only a matter of time, she knew; the two lovely kids would gravitate together naturally, to slake their new thirsts with their bodies.
It was somehow gratifying for Abby to crouch there and see them melting in their completion, see their consummated love. But Nadine's hand was more insistent, and the woman's breath was warm and tingling in her ear. Abby wanted-oh, she didn't know exactly what she wanted-but something worked at her, pushing and promising.
Turning her head, she whispered, "Let's slip out of here. I don't think they'll even notice us, they're so immersed in each other. And I've got to get out."
Nadine slipped back the sliding door and Abby tip-toed across the room, not looking back as she turned the hallway doorknob. The other woman was a second behind her, and they closed the door, leaving Bill and his daughter alone. "They need time," Abby said softly, "so they can get used to each other, so they can explore themselves, just as you and I did with our sons. There'll never be another first time for them, so they should live it to the fullest."
Nadine took her hand. "Come on, I think we both need a drink-besides needing a couple of other things."
CHAPTER 9
"Go on in this bedroom," Nadine suggested. "Have a drink, while I find the boys. We really need them right now."
"Both of them?" Abby asked, seeing a new concept.
"It will be something to remember," Nadine answered, and went on down the hall.
Abby poured wine in a goblet and drained it, then refilled it, eyeing the sparkling golden depths with something like fear, or some other emotion she couldn't quite recognize. The potent liquid was somehow tied in with everything, and suddenly she recalled the nightclub, and the arrogant figure of the bronzed woman pointing a finger at them when they laughed.
No, she thought, that was silly. There couldn't be anything to witchcraft, not in the modern world, if it had ever existed at all. She sipped at the wine and tasted its warmth, the flowing strength of it upon her tongue and in her throat.
What did Nadine have in mind for the boys? The four of them together in this room, lovers all, but it might be a little too much, too soon; it could possibly turn off one or both of the boys, make them feel embarrassed. As the wine took hold, Abby decided that it would not bother her, and that Nadine was high on the idea.
They could change over, she thought; the boys could take turns fucking each of them, changing from cunt to cunt as the whim struck them, moving from one hot, wet pussy to the other. Excitement welled within Abby as she imagined the scene, as she pictured the boys naked, with their hard shafts glistening.
Opening her robe, she felt the heat of her skin drift up, and smelled the eager musk of her own body. There was a special sensuous effluvium about it, a ripeness that was rich in its call to the male. Abby had never noticed it before, and wondered why. She looked up as the door opened, and Farley came into the room.
"Mom and Clark will be along in a minute," he said shyly. "I-well, I'm glad to be here with you again, Miss Abby. I really dig screwing my mom, but I missed you, too."
She held out her hands. "And I missed you, Farley. This will be some real fun for us, don't you think? You and me, your mother and Clark-then changing around."
"I can dig that," he said, sitting down beside her and leaning his cheek against her breast. She pressed his head closer, and put a hand upon his thigh, then slid it up to the crotch that had first appealed so much to her. The boy's cock stirred beneath her fingers, coming to life at her touch, readying itself for the fucking that was to come.
Abby was helping him out of his clothes when the others came in, and smiled over her shoulder at her son as he hesitated. "Hi, darling. Has Nadine told you that your father is screwing your sister now, that Delia is with us in all things?"
Clark nodded. I'm glad for them. I was feeling kind of guilty, as if I was taking some of Dad's pussy away from him, or something like that. But now that he's fucking Delia, it makes us all the same, doesn't it?"
"We always were the same," Abby said, standing back and letting her robe slide to the floor as Farley lay back naked upon the bed. "We want the same things, to be happy."
Nadine was already nude, her polished body gleaming olive and rose, the accent of her brushy mound the deepest black, her nipples like dark firm olives. She moved toward Clark, "I'll undress him."
Uncertainly, Abby climbed on the bed beside Farley, and watched the other woman strip her son bare. She focused upon the long, round shaft that rose from Clark's balls, upon its head so distended and softly burnished, recognizing the droplet of pre-seminal fluid that trembled upon its blunt tip.
Then Nadine was holding the boy close, wrapping him into her arms and flattening her pert breasts against his smooth chest, pushing the rich curlings of her pussy against the base of Clark's stiff prick. They were going to couple as they were paired now, Abby saw, and urged Farley over on the bed to make room for the others.
Nadine slipped in beside Abby, so that their thighs were touching, and before she did anything else, she turned her face and kissed Abby hard on the mouth, running a vibrant tongue deep, raking their teeth together. Then she wheeled to Clark, drawing him over on top of her long, svelte body.
"Show your mom what a lover you are," she said to him. "Show my son how you can use this sweet cock."
Clark blushed as he looked at his mother, but his hands were busy at Nadine's tits, cupping and kneading them, playing with the erect nipples while his prick slid back and forth across the satin flatness of her sleek belly. Abby trembled, and knew that Farley was climbing between her own legs, that her own lover was fondling her breasts and toying with the quickly humid entrance to her cunt.
They made a beautiful pair, these young gods, as they poised their sculptured bodies above the waiting mounds, as they rested upon their knees between two pairs of outspread legs and looked down upon the waiting feast Abby's eyes were fixed on the others, and she felt Farley matching his actions to those of the other boy, setting his cockhead against the palpitating lips of her stimulated pussy just as Clark was doing it to Nadine. She saw her son's glans press in and up, pushing into the caressing pubic hairs and parting the dewy lips, then slipping inch by inch into Nadine's welcoming snatch.
She felt Farley inserting his cock, felt the hard, strong shape of it moving like a small torpedo into the slippery depths of her cunt It was good in there, as good as the prick Nadine was twisting upon, stiff and greasy with her vaginal oils, prodding the cup of her cervix before retreating to brush over her clit. His balls went softly tap-tap-tap into her ass cleft, and she listened to the noises her son's shaft was making inside Nadine's wet and pulling cunt. Nadine's hand was in her own, their fingers interlaced, and Abby hung on.
"Fuck us!" Nadine cried out. "Come on, boys-fuck us both; hammer those gorgeous young pricks into our cunts until we can't stand any more and pass out. Oh- ooh-you stiff-cocked little stud-oh, Clark, feed me that wonderful meat!"
"Yes," Abby hissed between locked teeth. "Oh yes, fuck us and screw us and make us come over and over again-Farley-Clark-Nadine, you beautiful bitch!"
Rocking upon the steady piston of Farley's cock, Abby ground her crotch into his, lifting her legs so she could wrap them around the small of his back, curling her arms around his neck and drawing his mouth to hers for a brief, passionate kiss. She broke the kiss because she couldn't see what was happening beside them, and she wanted to. She felt Nadine's ass brush her own, and heard Nadine sobbing and gasping as Clark's prick did its work, as it pounded and surged in the woman's hungry cunt.
Her own pussy was ravenous, gobbling at Farley's cockhead as it stroked deep, grinding down upon the shaft as it slid back, suctioning and wiggling to bring them both the sharpest pleasure.
"Abby-Mom-are you coming? I'm going to let it go-I have to!" Farley's voice was high-pitched and strained.
"She's coming," Clark called back. "Your mother's pussy is snapping down on my prick and trying to milk it. She's coming-and I am, too!"
Abby hurried her own twisting movements, ripping the swollen base of Farley's prick across her aroused clit, and the knife edge of her climax slashed wetly inside her snatch. Hunching madly to her, slamming his pelvis hard into hers, Farley grunted and let go with a spitting stream of come, hosing her pussy down with the hotly gratifying fluid.
"Ahh!" Nadine cried in almost a sob. "Ahh-you darling! I can feel your come jetting inside my cunt, bathing it, drowning it-ahh-" Somehow, she and Nadine were kissing, their tongues racing, their breath hissing. While their bodies arched and jerked in the throes of their orgasms, they kissed and clung, mouth to mouth. It was as if a missing plug had been snapped into a socket, as if now the electricity was darting around and through them all.
Abby was drifting, floating in a never-never land, and when her mouth was freed, she gasped for air to help her stay afloat in the rushing, tumbling sea that threatened to engulf her, body and soul and whirling mind. She seemed to be always progressing from one matchless climax to another unique one, each outdoing the other in intensity, and she wondered how much more she could possibly stand. But she was willing to try, she admitted; there was no way she could help herself, even if she had had the desire to resist.
They lay for a long, melting while before anyone moved. Side by side again, Abby found herself snuggled next to Nadine, their tits fitting together, their wet and freshly fucked mounds plastered tightly. Abby released herself, her hot eyes now seeking out Clark, sending a stark message to her son, wanting him fiercely.
He crawled over the enmeshed legs and took Farley's place, sending the other boy over to his own mother. Abby clasped him close, enjoying the sticky feel of his hard prick against her belly, reveling in the taste of his Lips and the sliding of his tongue within her mouth.
She was going to do it now, she thought; no matter what the other two did, she wanted to go down on this beautiful boy and eat him, to know the flavor of his prick in her throat and to experience the taste of his released semen. Pushing him over onto his back, she kissed his chin, and lingered along his throat. Nadine had already done this to him, she realized, but it couldn't be the same.
At his nipple, she nipped it, bathed it with an active tongue, and moved to the other one when he shivered. His skin was sweet, smooth and warm; she drew a fold of it between her teeth and chewed it lightly, hearing his gasp of excitement and feeling his body go taut beneath hers.
Rubbing her swollen tits back and forth across his belly, she then took them in her hands to press their globes around his hard prick. She caressed the shaft with them, sliding them up and softly down, teasing a nipple into the sticky slot of his cockhead. She was back at his groin then, licking hotly across it, pausing attach hipbone to nip the skin.
Clark flinched and heaved, his belly fluttering, and when she darted her tongue into his bronzed pubic hairs, when she wrapped it blissfully around each wrinkled ball in turn, the boy's entire body stiffened out.
"Oh Mom," he breathed, "oh Mother-what a great thing for you to do. My prick is going to split wide open!"
She licked up its throbbing length, brailling the veins, tasting the silken skin, and ran her tongue around the ridge below the glans, teasing it, tickling it shamefully. Clark groaned loudly, and she ran her tongue wetly over the head itself, knowing the tiny bumps that were so sensitive, discovering the flavor of his juices there.
Head spinning, she opened her lips and slid them down over the reddened knob, drawing it across her teeth, pulling it over the roof of her mouth and allowing it to rest upon the pillowing of her tongue for a long, rapturous moment. Then Abby pulled it deeper, swallowed it so that the trembling head touched the velvet socket of her throat Slowly, sensuously, she dipped in her cheeks and used her lips knowingly upon the shaft; she pushed her tongue against the spongy head and forced it partially back out, but curled her mouth once more around its flanges. With the fingers of one hand laced around the root of his prick, she cupped his balls with the other, and began to slide her mouth tenderly up and down.
Using her tongue every moment sucking and letting go, she adored his prick with her mouth, worshipped it with her wetness, kept it sliding and tantalized. Clark reached up and caught her hair, but only to position her head so that he could lift strongly to her face, so he could make fucking motions of his own.
"Putting it to your mouth, Mother! I'm screwing you in the mouth, sliding my prick in and out of your lips, and you're eating me up! Oh wow-it's out of sight-so hot and slippery-eat my cock, Mom-suck my cock and make me come!"
"Mmmm," Abby murmured around the moving head, around the gently stroking rod. When she felt his thrusts growing erratic, she tongued him faster and sucked him harder. He jerked and twisted, as if he was trying to get away from her, as if he could in no way withstand the pressure she was putting upon his prick.
Then he exploded. It was like a firecracker going off inside her mouth. The boy's cockhead expanded so that it seemed to puff out her cheeks, and when his semen shot forth, it was a steaming deluge that almost choked her.
Abby had to swallow repeatedly, drawing the bountiful juice down her avid throat and into her stomach, where she would forever treasure it. Her son's come was so very special, flavored by his youth and this peerless intimacy, spiced with his love and his new manhood. Jet after jet of the creamy liquid escaped his cockhead, until at last it slowed to a dribble which she licked gladly from the shrinking glans.
She had done it. She had sucked off her son and swallowed his semen; she had brought him to one of the most glorious orgasms of his young life, and she was happy for him, thrilled for him. Tenderly, she kissed the now dry tip of his prick, and sat back, realizing that they were not alone on the bed, that Nadine and Farley shared it with them.
"That was something else," Nadine breathed in awe. "We just lay there and watched. I think you pulled your boy's spine out through the head of his prick."
Abby brushed back her hair, still in a daze. It was all coming so quickly, one fiercely lascivious event piled on top of another. She felt caught up in something entirely beyond her control, and sat swaying there until Nadine's hand steadied her down to the bed.
"Take it easy," her friend murmured. "Just he back and watch us do it. But Farley and I are going to swing with sixty-nine; it's mutual that way."
In a state of warm numbness, Abby tucked Clark's head into the crook of her arm, and stared at the others as they positioned themselves. Nadine was on top, her face poised above her son's upright cock, her crotch balanced above his expectant face. There was no foreplay; Nadine was evidently so hot by what she had seen Abby do, that she was too turned on for preliminaries. She went immediately for the cockhead, cupping her mouth over it at the same moment she was lowering her pussy down upon Farley's open mouth.
The black fur covered the boy's face, and he squirmed as he snuggled into it, as his cheeks were held by his mother's sleek thighs. Nadine tried to take all his prick in her mouth, reaching her lips far down the rigid shaft and clamping them there before starting her slow, up and down motion.
Abby watched them, and knew an insidious rising of fresh desire within her vagina.
CHAPTER 10
She was with Gabrielle in the kitchen, and the maid was edgy. "I don't know what that witch woman's got in mind," Gabrielle said over coffee, "but there's sure been some changes around here. We think we got away from her by leavin' her in New Orleans? No way, baby. There was a doll on the back porch this morning."
Abby stretched her legs, feeling warmly relaxed inside, after a long night of sex with the two boys. "Even if there should happen to be some truth in voodoo, what harm has it done to us? None that I can see."
Gabrielle straightened up, and the motion pushed her big, magnificent breasts against the thin material of her dress. Bill had nuzzled into those soft mounds, Abby thought; her husband had tasted those mighty nipples and been held between those strongly muscled thighs. He had been into the hidden cunt, loosing his juices into it.
The maid said, "It's all this rucking. I mean, I never was one to put down fucking, but it seems like that's all that's happening. Lucien got it on with Therese last night, and I didn't get mad about it. And there's all that room changin' going on, with nobody caring who gets to screw who. And me-" "I know," Abby said, "you and my husband screwed. I'm glad for you both."
Gabrielle shook her head. "That's what I mean. We had us a good, long fuck, because he'd never had a black woman before, and I turned him on a lot. But here you and me are, talkin' about it like me and your man just shook hands or something."
"Oh no," Abby said, "it was much more than that. It was a deep pleasure for you both, but nothing for me to be jealous about. I was fucking, too, so why should I deprive him of his fun?"
Gabrielle drank some more coffee. "Guess you're right, but it just don't seem natural. And them damned gris-gris dolls-that Laveaux woman has laid some kind of charm against us."
"When you think about it," Abby murmured, "fucking the way we are is probably the most natural thing in the world. If that woman in the nightclub has anything to do with our new freedom, we really ought to thank her."
She left the kitchen and strolled into the living room, morning breezes filtering through the screens and feeling new against her face. She felt good, stronger than ever before, and with a fresh vitality humming through her flesh.
"You're looking great," Bill said behind her, and she turned into his arms for a lass. "How did it go, Abby?"
"Fine," she said. "We saw you make it with Delia, and it went well."
He stroked her back and dropped his hands to the cheeks of her ass, pressing against her. "You were right; I never had a piece of ass like it. I was scared I'd hurt her, but once I broke her cherry, she was like a little flame. What a narrow, tight pussy, and so hungry. I couldn't resist eating it, then fucking it some more. Delia is so turned on, she'll never stop. She told me she'd wanted to screw me for years, that she was hoping I'd be the first into her snatch."
I'm happy you were," she murmured, fitting her body to his, thigh to thigh. "In a way, I wish I'd been the first woman Clark fucked, but we've made up for it since then. Besides, I think I would have been a little uptight with him, at first; it's better that Nadine broke him in."
Bill kissed her again and sighed, stepping away from her. "I've had more ass in the past couple of days than I could have handled, before we came here. And it seems as if I'm always ready for more. Every time I imagine you all naked and hot, with Clark climbing in between your legs with his cock in his hand-well, I just about come in my pants."
The wine decanter was in her hand; she looked at it for a moment, then poured them both a drink. She said, I know how excited that can make you feel. I was that way, seeing you put your prick to little Delia. I wanted to run out and join you."
"I wish you had," he said, downing his wine.
"We can get together, Bill. But first, maybe you'd like to swing with Clark and me."
"If he wouldn't mind."
I'm sure it would thrill him immensely. He's always sort of identified with you, especially when he used to listen at the door when you and I were screwing. And I know I would love to have both my men fucking me at the same time, while I give all I can to both of you."
He stood up, and there was a bulge in his pants. Putting down the wine glass, he said, "Let's go find the boy."
She went down the hall to her bedroom, leaving Bill to find their son. Little hot tingles moved over her skin as she slipped off the robe and brushed at her hair. She was sitting on the bed with her legs crossed when her husband brought the boy into the room.
"Oh wow, Mom," Clark said huskily, "I never, never got over how beautiful you are, ah naked and sexy like that."
"He was ready for this," Bill said, fumbling with his clothes. "I thought both of us might be a little embarrassed, but that isn't the case. All we want to do is fuck this lovely woman sitting here."
Clark hurried from his jeans and teeshirt, and she saw the gorgeous leaping of his sturdy prick, the head shining eagerly, the shaft interwoven with that turgid network of veins, the balls refilled with semen just waiting to be ejaculated. Again she thought what a handsome boy he was.
They stood side by side, her husband and her son, the man tall and heavy, the boy smaller and slim. Both their cocks were alert, and as she compared them, Abby saw that there really wasn't much difference between the pricks; Bill's was a shade longer and perhaps a little thicker, and of course his balls were much larger, but Clark had a prick he could be proud of. She was proud of it, too, and of the way he could use it.
"You first, Dad," Clark whispered excitedly. "I always wanted to watch you put it to Mom's sweet pussy, instead of just listening to the bed squeak. I want to see you shove it to her, see how she wiggles when her hot cunt is wrapped around it. I only hope I can keep from jacking off."
Flames were leaping inside Abby's body as she stretched out on the bed and spread her legs. Her arms lifted to welcome her husband, and he snuggled atop her, his hands roaming over her flesh, his tongue licking into her mouth. She squirmed against him, looking over his bare shoulder to where Clark sat erect on the edge of the bed, holding his distended prick and eyeing them hungrily.
Bill didn't hurry; he stroked her hips and thighs, and lowered his face to nibble at her tits, tasting her stiff nipples with a curling tongue that was wet and stimulating. She reached down and toyed with the weight of his balls, teasing her fingers up along the underside of his rigid cock.
Her husband hiked his ass and allowed her to place the head of his bulging shaft into the wet, soft cunt lips ft knew so well, and when it was fixed between them, Bill gave a long, steady thrust that sank the length of his meat into the receptive hotness of her snatch. It felt hard and good, and she wiggled upon it, rolling her ass, lifting one leg and bending the knee so that Clark would have no trouble seeing the most minute detail.
"Beautiful," the boy breathed. "His cock just slid right on up inside your lovely pussy, and I can see how it sucked him in, I can see his balls there at the crack of your ass. It's pretty-pretty-" Abby rotated her pelvis and brought up the other knee, bracing her feet at each side of her husband's thighs, and rode the solid thrusting of the familiar prick that seemed harder and stronger now.
"I love your daddy's prick," she panted, "love to feel it plunging back and forth into my cunt, stirring my juices and making my clit jump. It's hard and it's good, and he fucks me deep, deep."
Their eyes clung, but only for a second, before Clark looked back down at the heavy cock stroking in his mother's feverish pussy; she could see his eyes following the damp swinging of the balls, and see the wild arousal in them. Clark was trembling in his anxiety to be next, to hurl himself between her thighs and take up where his father left off.
"Abby, Abby," Bill gasped, "you're really shaking that snatch, baby-it's slick and hot as ever-more so-oh baby, I'm pretty close-" "Stick it to me," she demanded, churning her crotch to his, pumping her belly sweatily against his own and swinging her ass in violent circles. His prick seesawed within the bubbly envelope of her vagina, and she hunched with him when he let go, when he drove the pulsing cockhead deep and let fly his come.
Spewing throughout her clenching pussy, the liquid burned wetly there, purled heavy and richly creamed into the blazing hole that tried to drink it down. Abby's own orgasm was bright, bursting from her thrumming clitoris to fan through her vagina, her belly, her tits, and she clamped Bill between her thighs as she rocked, as his prick made sloshing noises inside her.
"Please," Clark was groaning, "oh please-let me fuck her now, right now. While your come is all slidy in her pussy, while she's still trembling from coming herself. Please-" Bill jerked his cock from her snatch, and semen dripped upon her belly. He wheeled away from her, from between her legs, and his son immediately took his place. Pausing only long enough to get a good grip upon the cheeks of her ass with both hands, Clark lifted her a little and jammed his swollen cockhead into the dripping labia.
Gasping, she lunged to meet it, making a deft little twist of her pelvis that snapped the glans inside her cunt lips. She drew the rest of the stone-hard shaft behind the throbbing head, sucked it up into the gloving of her vagina that was so liberally greased with her husband's come.
Clark grunted in ecstasy as he shoved his prick home to the balls and ground luxuriously against her pelvis. "So hot and wet inside, all gooey and greasy-oh wow -the greatest, the wildest pussy there is, and I'm fucking it. I'm fucking my mom's beautiful pussy, right after my dad came in it; juicy, so juicy and slick-" It was a fierce coupling this time, a violent series of squirming thrusts and sudden recoilings. Abby hammered up at him with her steaming crotch, turned and gyrated upon the solid meat that was slipping back and forth so lovingly in her turned on cunt Her legs jerked out and up, then curled themselves adoringly over the small of his heaving back. But she clenched him so just a second or two, then slid her feet down to plant the soles firmly behind his knees for more leverage.
Her eyes were glazed with the intensity of her passion, but she could make out her husband's face and knew he was wrapped up in every hungry movement of his son's pistoning cock, that he was mesmerized by the sight of it feeding into his wife's liquid cunt.
Tuck her, boy!" Bill panted. "Keep banging that hard young cock into her pussy-fuck her good!"
Clark's fingernails bit into the surging cheeks of her ass, and Abby pounded her crotch into him, twisted her cunt upon his plunging rod, the rapture boiling insanely within her, hissing up and over in a fantastic spattering of bubbles. She came and came, and thought she would never stop.
Her son's cockhead leaped, and erupted, pouring the hot lava of his semen into her frantic pussy, soaking her cunt walls and drowning her womb. Mixed with his father's come, the flowing juice pooled around the base of his embedded prick, and she could feel it leaking hotly out along the crack of her shivering ass.
Abby's feet slipped from behind Clark's knees, and they lay locked together in a gasping embrace, his cock still moving gently inside her body, his balls still planting damp kisses against her ass. It had been a marvelous blending, a meshing of their spirits as well as the coupling of their bodies. And it had been made even better by the interchange, by the fucking of both males and their willingness to share her pussy. She had more than enough for them both, overflowing with love, as well as with their semen.
When Clark tenderly took his prick from her cunt, more juice flowed down the crack of her ass, but she didn't care; it felt wonderful to her, and she lay quietly as both her men snuggled beside her, their bodies warm and those cocks still hard.
Bill's hips were against her right ear, Clark's mouth against her left one. Her son eased one hand over to cup her tit, and her husband did the same. Eyes closed, she lay quietly as their other hands roamed her warm body, shuddering only when their fingers met upon the dripping mound of her cunt. Cupping their treasure, they fingered delicately into the greasy labia, sliding inside her vagina side by side.
They moved together, slipping tenderly in and out, bringing her clitoris to a state of erectness once more, but she didn't want them to finger fuck her to a climax, not just yet. There were so many other things the three of them could do together, so she backed her cunt off their fingers and used the sheet to blot her pussy, partly drying the nest of hair.
Turning her body, she nudged her belly toward her son, and moved her mouth along her husband's chest Sensing what she wanted them to do, they cooperated, adjusting themselves so they could fit to her in this new scene. She raked the hardened nipples of his tits down Bill's belly, and felt Clark's hot mouth upon her hip, felt it trailing over her stomach. .
Licking into Bill's pubic hair, she fondled his balls before nipping the tender skin of his shaft. Her own pelvis trembled as Clark nudged his face into her crotch and began to play the hot poker of his tongue into the hair and along the cunt lips. Her son had never eaten her pussy before, but Nadine had trained him, and the boy knew how. Thrusting his stretched tongue deeply into her cunt, he gently worried the lips with his teeth.
Abby moved her lips around her husband's cockhead, tasting the residual flavor of semen and the oils of her own cunt. Slipping her mouth over the puffy glans, she began to tease it with her tongue and teeth, with the caressings of her inner cheeks, as she drew it in and out Her pussy quivered when Clark stroked inside it, when he played his tongue around the near lining, then reached it up to probe beneath the clitoral hood and find the center of all her lusts. Laving the clit, tantalizing the little nubbin, Clark drew it against his teeth, sucked it, attacked it with his hot tongue.
She surged her crotch against his face, wiping its wetness over his cheeks and chin, arching to try and get his nose inside her cunt. But she never neglected her husband's cock, sucking it with passion, curling over and around the throbbing head, pushing it in and out of her lips with a sensual rhythm.
It was so great, being tied together in this adoring triangle of heaving flesh, that Abby surprised herself by coming furiously, hunching against her son's hungry mouth. She pulled harder at Bill's prick, using her tongue and teeth and siphoning him until she felt his balls jerk in her hand.
Clark was moaning into the soggy folds of her pussy when his father came with a thundering rush that shot a thick river of semen into Abby's mouth and down her throat. She gulped it gratefully, joying in the spicy flavor of it, in its strength. Her hips moved, and Clark backed his mouth from her cunt, only to turn her body so he could get his cock back into it
CHAPTER 11
Dinner was rich and filling, skillfully prepared by the bronzed girl, Therese; they fed on stuffed crabs and salad, red beans and rice, accompanied by the inexhaustible supply of golden scuppernong wine. There was still a little reticence between them when they were in a large group, Abby noticed, and after the peaches flambeau dessert, she saw to it that they split into more intimate little gatherings.
The housekeeper seemed in no hurry to get the table cleared, and Abby saw Farley run his hand up the girl's leg. From the quick smile he got in return, she knew the boy would be busy soon, sampling a new kind of cunt, a different set of sensual responses.
Clark was hovering around his sister, being attentive to her, and Abby thought that was just as well, too. The image crossed her mind of Bill and Delia, Clark and herself, in a tangled, loving foursome. But that would leave out Nadine, unless she could be interested in taking on the big black man.
With a pulse beating in her throat, Abby pictured Lucien stripped to his velvet skin, with a perfectly huge prick shoved out; she saw Nadine half-afraid of the monstrous shaft, but drawn to it, wriggling hotly as the gigantic head pushed at the lips of her pussy. Or was she seeing herself in that position, she wondered?
She caught Nadine's eye, and they moved together onto the wide front porch. "We've been busy," Nadine said, "But still we're a long way from touching all the bases."
"I know," Abby agreed, "but after we do, what then?"
Nadine laughed. "Why, we go around them again- backwards, if that makes any difference. I'm glad the servants have gotten in on this; it adds an extra man. Tell me, have you ever wondered if Lucien's cock matches the rest of him?"
"Yes," Abby admitted, "and the picture is a little scary."
Putting an arm around her waist, Nadine said, "But appealing. You're appealing, too. Abby, I've always thought you were one of the most attractive women I ever knew."
"And I think you're utterly beautiful, Nadine."
"Then let's leave the boys to their own devices, at least for awhile, and explore each other."
Abby blinked. "You mean-just you and I?"
Nadine squeezed her waist. "Unless someone else drops in. Haven't you ever thought about making love with another woman, dear?"
"Not out loud, but why not?"
They passed back through the house, holding hands and smiling. Abby felt her husband's eyes follow them down the hall, but Bill made no move to trail after them. Inside the master bedroom, Abby didn't lock the door; as Nadine said, someone else might drop in, and she was just a bit unsure of herself in this new situation. She was drawn to Nadine because of her loveliness and the sensual aura that clung to the sleek, willowy body, but would they truly mesh in sex, or would it be a surface thing, not as satisfying?
Shedding their robes as they neared the bed, they turned to each other, and the sensation of Nadine's hard nipples touching her own shot a darting of flame through her flesh. She pressed against the other woman, fitting their tits together and knowing the strange feeling of another pussy vibrant and compelling against hers. Abby trembled and allowed her hands to slide over Nadine's back, down to the subtle modeling of her hips.
Their mouths met tenderly at first, then with a growing and primitive savagery that shook Abby to her core; tongues racing, attacking, retreating, their teeth clashing as their rapid breath mingled, they ground their cunts together. Nadine caught Abby by the cheeks of her ass and tugged her impossibly closer.
They staggered to the bed and fell across it, their naked bodies twining and turning damp with the heat of their eagerness. Nadine rolled on top, and Abby parted her thighs so that their cunts could fit better. Nadine's hands were on her breasts, kneading, thumbing the nipples, and Nadine's crotch began a slow thrusting into Abby's snatch, a steady reaching and grinding movement that at times touched their clits together.
It was a crazy sensation, but Abby loved the feel of Nadine's slim body in her arms, between her legs; she adored the way their tits mashed, and the mobile action of Nadine's mouth upon her lips. Arching her back, she stroked powerfully at Nadine's pussy, rubbing their pubs frantically, finding a weird sort of arousal in the hairy wet contact "You sweet, wonderful bitch," Nadine panted against her teeth. "Your cunt is so soft and giving, and the way you wiggle your ass-it's marvelous, fantastic! Love me, Abby-fuck me!"
They did fuck, churning their cunts, hammering with their crotches, stroking back and forth with a rapidity that soon reached its crescendo. Abby bucked like a wild horse, urging her clit tighter to Nadine's, gasping and sobbing in the madness of her release. Nadine literally banged her snatch into Abby's, and the juices flew; then the other woman groaned and stiffened out, her long, supple body going taut before it collapsed.
It seemed hours later that they untangled themselves and lay side by side, their ragged breathing slowing by degrees. "I never did that before," Nadine murmured, "but I guess I always wanted to, especially with you. There's a special tenderness between two women like us, isn't there?"
"Yes," Abby said slowly, "an entirely different feeling, as if we're not only making love to each other, but somehow also doing it to ourselves."
She lay quiet thinking of how she had once shuddered away from even the thought of a homosexual act, how she had pitied and sometimes hated, women who called themselves Lesbians. But she and Nadine weren't all that homosexual; they both enjoyed screwing men, and Abby understood that Lesbians didn't go in for that much, if at all.
She supposed there were women like them, those who could participate fully and equally with both sexes, but she wasn't going to worry about trying to classify them right now. She was basking in an inner glow that made her skin feel warm and silky, and she knew that she cared for Nadine, cared very much.
A thought struck her, and she quivered deliciously: if she could make it this way with Nadine, then it was also possible for her to swing with little Delia in the same fashion. But she didn't follow through with the image because Nadine was caressing her body again, because her flesh was responding as if she hadn't experienced an orgasm in many months, instead of just a few minutes ago. There was always the underlying need, always the embers just below the surface of her skin, waiting to be fanned into flame at the touch of someone's hand.
Yet she hadn't been like that all her life. She had been a substantial citizen, involved in community affairs, more or less happy with her sex life, and looking forward only to wrinkles and sagging flesh. That was all changed; her entire metabolism had undergone an amazing transformation, making her very young, yet also making her probably more mature and balanced.
"I love the way your nipples stick up," Nadine said, playing with them. "They're like slim rosebuds, so pink and petal soft." Her breath stirred against one, and Abby trembled, awaiting the touch of the delicate lips to follow.
When Nadine kissed her breasts, Abby stroked the other woman's black and flowing hair, marveling at its luxurious feel in her fingers, scenting the perfume of its depths. Nadine pulled much of one tit into her mouth, ringing the mound tightly with her teeth and adoring it with a quick, wet tongue.
They were shifting their bodies slowly, mutually, moving so that their faces were soft against their bellies. Abby tasted Nadine's dark nipples and learned the texture of her tit, the damp feasting of her skin. Looking down across Nadine's flat stomach, she saw the curly heaping of the midnight pubic hair and the satiny, polished thighs spread below it. She felt a mouth upon her own flesh, a tongue that made her pores tingle.
Abby wiggled so they were lying on their hips, on their curled arms, and when Nadine lifted one polished thigh over her head to present Abby with the treasure of her humid pussy, Abby did the same. For a long, tense moment, she stared into that black hair and saw the waiting pink lips, saw their damp beauty, and then she reached out her tongue.
She tasted musk, the attar of Nadine herself, and slid her tongue adoringly along the slick lips, moved it back and forth as she paid homage to Nadine's beautiful cunt A sharp thrill broke inside her own vagina as Nadine slipped a tongue inside and slowly, tenderly, explored the spicy slot.
Women could know each other's bodies perfectly, she thought, delving deep and probing there, playing the tip across slippery velvet walls before pressing her teeth into the labia. Nadine didn't exactly repeat the actions; she was doing her own thing to Abby's pussy, and it felt wonderful. Abby withdrew her tongue and opened her mouth to suck the juicy Lips inside, feeling the curly hair against her teeth, knowing the easy swiveling of Nadine's cunt, the gentle swell and fall of her crotch.
Snuggling her head between the other woman's thighs, Abby burrowed deeper, her tongue now creeping under the torrid hood and discovering the shape of Nadine's clitoris there.
Pushing, letting go, nibbling, releasing, they worked into their cunts, exchanging suction, using their tongues lavishly, feverishly, and at last managing to draw their clits into a soft gripping of teeth. Shuddering and arching, grinding their asses, they ate each other, feasted on pussy, drank of the fragrant lubricants, and when the climax came, it was with a sweeping, forceful crest that made them convulse in uncontrollable spasms.
Eyes closed in bliss, Abby pressed her cheek against the wet comfort of her friend's pussy, and felt soft kisses being rained upon her own labia. Ripples of gratification washed her, and Abby relaxed in peace, in sweetness and calm. It was a nice feeling, this complete giving and taking, this incomparable kind of unification between women who loved each other.
She must have fallen asleep, and started when she felt a touch upon her shoulder. "Just stay like that," Bill said softly. "You two make a beautiful picture that way."
"Ummm," Nadine sighed, moving her hips slightly.
Her husband's weight was upon the bed with them, and she wondered how long he had been in the room, if he had seen what she and Nadine had done, making their own kind of love. Bill stroked her hair, and she watched his fingers move into Nadine's pussy, caressing the oily lips so close to her own cheek.
He was going to join them, fuck with them, love with them, and she waited for whatever way he wanted to go about it. Up close, the head of his prick seemed like a blunt velvet knob covered with miniature bumps, and she kissed it as it moved for Nadine's labia.
She had to turn only a little, so that he could get between Nadine's thighs, but Abby kept her cheek against the woman's belly, staring in fascination as her husband's prick nudged at the cunt opening. She watched the tip push inside where her tongue had been only a short time before, and saw the hairy lips open to receive the bulb. Bill shoved his pole in gently, but with a steady motion that soon buried it full length.
Abby couldn't resist. Sliding her mouth down, she used her tongue on them both, licking at the pussy lips and the base of the embedded cock, tasting them both. As Bill drew back and the shaft came out polished with Nadine's juices, Abby held her tongue against it. He stroked it inside again, and now she was tasting pussy, now his prick, until the two flavors mingled into one.
Nadine wiggled easily, not wanting to disturb the adoration her cunt was receiving from two people, and Bill kept his strokes soft, feeding his meat to both of them. Abby continued to lap at the joined sex organs, to lave first one, then the other, with her lips and tongue. She reached around so she could hold onto the cheeks of her husband's ass as he pumped his familiar prick into Nadine's writhing body.
When Abby felt him going tense and his rhythm speeding up, she fastened her mouth hungrily to the cunt lips where his cock was plunging, and knew the exact split second when he came, his balls leaping upward in the violent discharge of their load. Pushing her nose against his root, she forced her husband to back it out of Nadine's throbbing pussy, so she could lick the thick juice still purling creamily from the fountain of his cockhead.
Weakly, Bill sagged back upon his haunches, then onto his side to pillow his head upon Nadine's sweaty, heaving belly. Abby slid to the edge of the bed and put down her feet; she was also a little weak in the knees as she stood up. The decanter seemed heavy as she poured the sunshine liquid into glasses.
Wine burned down her throat, its honeyed taste dissolving the flavors there, and she was glad for the warming fire it built in her tummy, for the tendrils of strength it sent through her nerve ends. When she gave them their glasses, she was bright-eyed again, and they sat up to drink with her.
"We're getting better all the time," Nadine said, and lifted her glass in a toast: "Here's to us-and to more and better fucking."
"I'll drink to that," Bill said, and downed his wine. "Now, if I can only get some iron back into my prick, I'll see if I can't screw both you beautiful women."
Had it been only a few days ago that she would have cringed at such words? Abby wondered. Back on the coast, she would have fainted, if she had seen herself, her husband and their best friend sitting naked together upon the same bed. Now it didn't seem at all out of place, and there was a timeless quality about the scene that made it seem as if they'd been doing it forever.
Her lips felt bruised, but nicely so, and she ran her hands over the body her husband admired so, that her son thought was divine, that young Farley practically worshipped; Nadine said it was beautiful, too.
"I know," Nadine said, "Abby-let's take turns on this sweet man. He can just he down there-that's it, Bill- and you can mount him. I don't think he'll come right away again, so we can make it nicely, changing off with him. Ah right, dear?"
"Sure," Abby answered, and moved robot-like to follow through with the idea. Something pushed at her brain, and she seemed to hear the maid Gabrielle saying that something wasn't right here, something about another one of the ugly voodoo dolls. But that didn't matter; nothing did, except taking care of this growing blaze of lust that was building pressure inside her pussy.
She spread her knees and sat over Bill's supine body, using her fingers to tease his damp prick back into full, strong life, watching the head grow and swell, seeing the shaft lengthen and get thicker.
"Let me," Nadine breathed, and steered Bill's cockhead to the bronze-haired lips of Abby's cunt, holding it there until Abby began to lower her crotch. The head pushed aside the frothy dam of her pussy lips, slid between them, and reached all the way up into her aching vagina as she brought her ass down.
It was firmly locked into her snatch, and she rotated her ass lasciviously to feel it scrub her vaginal walls, to know the fondling of its wide base along her clit. Rock- speeding up, she fastened her mouth hungrily to the cunt lips where his cock was plunging, and knew the exact split second when he came, his balls leaping upward in the violent discharge of their load. Pushing her nose against his root, she forced her husband to back it out of Nadine's throbbing pussy, so she could lick the thick juice still purling creamily from the fountain of his cockhead.
Weakly, Bill sagged back upon his haunches, then onto his side to pillow his head upon Nadine's sweaty, heaving belly. Abby slid to the edge of the bed and put down her feet; she was also a little weak in the knees as she stood up. The decanter seemed heavy as she poured the sunshine liquid into glasses.
Wine burned down her throat, its honeyed taste dissolving the flavors there, and she was glad for the warming fire it built in her tummy, for the tendrils of strength it sent through her nerve ends. When she gave them their glasses, she was bright-eyed again, and they sat up to drink with her.
"We're getting better all the time," Nadine said, and lifted her glass in a toast: "Here's to us-and to more and better fucking."
"I'll drink to that," Bill said, and downed his wine. "Now, if I can only get some iron back into my prick, I'll see if I can't screw both you beautiful women."
Had it been only a few days ago that she would have cringed at such words? Abby wondered. Back on the coast, she would have fainted, if she had seen herself, her husband and their best friend sitting naked together upon the same bed. Now it didn't seem at all out of place, and there was a timeless quality about the scene that made it seem as if they'd been doing it forever.
Her lips felt bruised, but nicely so, and she ran her hands over the body her husband admired so, that her son thought was divine, that young Farley practically worshipped; Nadine said it was beautiful, too.
"I know," Nadine said, "Abby - let's take turns on this sweet man. He can just he down there-that's it, Bill- and you can mount him. I don't think he'll come right away again, so we can make it nicely, changing off with him. Ah right, dear?"
"Sure," Abby answered, and moved robot-like to follow through with the idea. Something pushed at her brain, and she seemed to hear the maid Gabrielle saying that something wasn't right here, something about another one of the ugly voodoo dolls. But that didn't matter; nothing did, except taking care of this growing blaze of lust that was building pressure inside her pussy.
She spread her knees and sat over Bill's supine body, using her fingers to tease his damp prick back into full, strong life, watching the head grow and swell, seeing the shaft lengthen and get thicker.
"Let me," Nadine breathed, and steered Bill's cockhead to the bronze-haired lips of Abby's cunt, holding it there until Abby began to lower her crotch. The head pushed aside the frothy dam of her pussy lips, slid between them, and reached all the way up into her aching vagina as she brought her ass down.
It was firmly locked into her snatch, and she rotated her ass lasciviously to feel it scrub her vaginal walls, to know the fondling of its wide base along her clit. Rocking on him, she hiked her body up and down, grabbing desperately for the swift orgasm she could feel rising. It came suddenly, spiraling through her contracting pussy, and she shivered to a halt.
Immediately, she lifted her cunt from around her husband's prick, because Nadine was waiting for it.
CHAPTER 12
It was morning again, the nights blending into the days with a smooth and drowsy transition. Abby was up early, leaving behind her husband and Nadine, who had at last worn themselves out. She took a long time in the bath, soaking in hot water, then doing her hair and shaving her legs, her armpits.
There were vitamin pills in the medicine chest, and she took one of each-iron, C, multi, chasing them with cold water and examining her face in the mirror. Her eyes were still blue and clear, her complexion faultless; her lips looked a little puffy, but that was to be expected.
In one of Nadine's robes, a flowing thing that was a bit too long for her, she went back to the bedroom and found them gone. She was ravenous, and hurried down the hall to the intriguing odors wafting from the kitchen. Only Therese was still there, frying thick slabs of bacon.
"You the last to eat," the woman said. "You and me, that is, and I need some strength, for sure."
Abby accepted a mug of coffee and some toast. "Because of Farley?"
"Him and that Lucien, too," Therese said, smiling and tossing her head so that her gold earrings glinted. "First the boy, fucking me like he wasn't never going to get enough, then here come big Lucien with that cock on him like a stallion. I tell you, it takes some kind of fucking to stay with that man."
"Is he really that big?" Abby asked, biting into crisp bacon. "Can you handle him all right?"
Therese sniffed. "Never seen a man I couldn't. But he's that big, all right. When he puts that black thing in you, you feel like he's goin' to split you wide open at first, but then it packs you so full, you can't help but dig it and swing with him. That Gabrielle has sure been get-tin' her some fine screwing, all this time. Funny thing, though-I never expected her to share that cock with me, or nobody else. Yet she acts like it's just fine, and that goes for you folks, too, everybody changin' around from bed to bed." ' Abby chewed some toast and swallowed strong coffee. "I'd think seeing a prick that huge would make Farley feel inadequate."
"No, ma'am, far from it. That boy jumped right back on soon as Lucien got off me, and went to hammerin' at my cunt like he never had none before. Then it was Lucien's turn again, and it's a good thing I'm a hot-natured woman, else they'd have fucked me right on down. But I stayed with 'em, I sure did."
"I know what you mean," Abby said dreamily, thinking of a gigantic black prick that could fill a woman's pussy almost to bursting. "It seems as if none of us can ever get enough screwing. Where is everybody-around the place somewhere?"
"Gabrielle is cleanin' up, and I guess Lucien is sleepin' it off, and everybody else split right after they ate. Miz Cartier said something about havin' us all a big party, pretty soon."
"I ought to get dressed before I go looking for them," Abby said, pushing back her empty plate and sighing. "No need to," Therese grinned. "Some of 'em is bare I assed, and can't nobody see up here through ah the trees, anyhow."
"See you later," Abby said, and went out onto the front porch to breathe the clean air. A cut glass pitcher of the iced wine stood on a small wicker table there, and she was pouring herself some before she realized what she was doing.
She drank and wiped her mouth, then moved down the steps and walked across the lawn, the long dressing gown fluttering open down the front, exposing her breasts. They were excellent, firm tits, she thought, ripely nippled and rounded; hers were full where Nadine's were cute, and little Delia hardly had tits at all yet the budding mounds were singularly attractive. Therese's breasts were average, and then there was Gabrielle -big, solid pillows that always strained against her dress, showing the heavy nipples. Did Lucien ever work his huge cock between those great tits?
Her thighs whispering enticingly together, Abby walked down an oyster-shell path between oleander bushes, hearing voices ahead in the trees. The path led to the lake shore, to a secluded little cove and a small beach. She could see people splashing in the water, and someone stretched on the sand.
But off to her left, she heard softer voices, and stopped to listen. Moving closer through the flowering bushes, Abby parted the branches to see them together, her son Clark and his little sister Delia.
I'm glad you fucked me last night," Delia was saying as she lay naked beside her brother. "I guess I dig screwing Daddy the most, but I love having your prick inside me, too. I haven't gotten around to making it with Farley yet, but I will."
Clark nuzzled at his sister's tiny breasts, and drew a slow fingertip over her pouting little mound. "For me, your pussy is the best, next to Mom's. Her cunt is really precious, like it was lined with real soft gold. Man, I could crawl right on inside it and live there, but I'd never be able to stop wiggling around."
She reached over and took hold of his cock, pressing her thumb up and down upon its resilient head as Abby watched. Delia said, "Mom is something special, all right. Daddy told me that she started us all fucking each other, by swinging with Farley. What if she hadn't? I mean, we would all be still uptight and just dreaming about it, instead of really fucking."
"Yeah," Clark agreed, caressing the nearly hairless cunt and licking at his sister's upright nipple. "You want me to go down on you again?"
"Just put it to me," Delia said. "I just want to fuck you."
And Abby wanted to witness this coupling, she thought, kneeling upon the soft grass, her eyes fixed upon the two lovely children. She watched her son fondle deeper into the miniature pussy, then saw him lift himself up and swing over between Delia's slight, pliant thighs. He aimed his cockhead into the pinkly dewed lips and settled it between them, then began to push gently inside. Abby was glad he was being tender, for that darling little snatch seemed very fragile.
Then she remembered how furiously Delia had screwed her father, the way she had bucked and twisted upon the long prick that had broken her cherry, and she realized that her daughter was all female, in spite of her delicate size.
"You're so tight," Clark said, pushing deeper as his sister rolled her crotch to help him. "Tight and boiling hot inside; your pussy grabs my prick like it has fingers. Man, I love it."
Tut it all the way in," Delia insisted, grinding up at him. "You can't hurt me, and I'm not even a little bit sore. I'm just all hot and juicy for your prick, Clark. Come on, fuck me-fuck me hard and deep and good!"
"Take it, you hot-assed little bitch," Clark said. "Take all my cock, baby sister-there; if s in clear to my balls, and I'm starting to wiggle it around in your little cunt but there's not much room in there."
"Feed me that hard meat-oh, feed it to me! Nice-groovy-so slicky and tickling I can hardly stand it. Deeper and deeper, Clark-come on, baby!"
Abby saw her son rock it to the squirming girl, saw the stiff shaft slipping in and out of the suctioning grip of that mini-cunt, and the wet slapping of his balls against his sister's asshole. They moved hungrily together, grinding their crotches, Clark gripping her slim ass and lifting it to meet his thrusts, Delia raking at the muscles of his sweaty back. The tempo picked up, and now they were only moaning wordless cries at each other, fucking with a dedicated intensity.
"Me, too," Clark panted, sledging his prick faster into the constricting clench of that gorgeous little vagina, his balls swinging in a blur as he pounded his meat to his sister.
Abby shivered with them, hunched with them as her children reached orgasm together, her hand cupping her own flexing mound, her nipples vibrating in eagerness to be with them, to be one with them. Then she knew she could, that there was no reason for her to crouch hidden in the bushes. She stood up and walked toward them as they lay gasping in each other's arm, the girl's slim legs twisted around her brother's.
Delia looked over Clark's shoulder and saw her above them. Her eyes snapped wide. "Mom!"
Sinking down beside them, Abby put a hand upon her daughter's shoulder. "It's all right, darling. Don't he afraid. I think it's wonderful that you can fuck like this."
"Hi, Mom." Clark sat back and withdrew his hard prick from the inflamed lips of the feathery cunt; its head was leaking semen. "I told her she didn't have to worry, that you were with us all Did you watch me put it to her?"
"All the way," Abby murmured, her hand against Delia's cheek, "just as I watched your daddy fuck her the first time. I couldn't miss that event."
Clark reached out and kissed her, his tongue a sweet butterfly between her lips. "You're beautiful, Mom. Let's make it together, you and me and Sis-okay?"
"I'd like nothing better just now," she answered.
They both helped her off with her robe. And Abby sat I while Clark ran his hands over her breasts. "Look at these," he whispered. "That's how your tits are going to be some day, Delia."
Little Delia cupped one breast wonderingly. "It's so firm and soft, and the nipple is gorgeous, sticking out all pink like that. Mine don't seem to get that stiff."
Tremors moving through her, Abby leaned back while they toyed with her tits, feeling and hefting them, playing with the erect points, caressing her with palms and fingers. As if by mutual consent, both kids leaned down and kissed the breast they were holding, licking over the quivering mounds, then taking the aching nipples between their lips. She put her hands on their heads as they sucked gently, moistly upon her body.
The sun was warm upon them all, dappling their naked flesh. Clark released his nipple and kissed slowly down her rib cage, with Delia following, their lips and tongues active, one on each side of her body. When they nibbled at her hips, Abby tried to hold still, but her pelvis began a slow metronome, a gentle rolling that begged silently for the loving that was to come.
Their faces met in the middle of her belly, their wet tongues alternately fondling into her navel and curling around each other. "Isn't her pussy beautiful?" Clark asked his sister. "The way her cunt hair is so thick and deep, puffing up there like a golden pillow."
"It tickles my chin," Delia said, "and it smells so good."
"Like honey," Clark said. "Wait until you taste it."
Abby lay back, pillowing her head upon the rolled-up gown, stretching her legs and opening the richness of her mound to them. She moved languidly, as if she was in a trance, and her half-closed eyes focused upon a fat white cloud drifting overhead. When the pair of tongues began licking down into her cunt hair, she caught her bottom hp between her teeth.
Twin lances of hotness, they touched her labia, trailing down the juicy lips together, lingering along them, teasing and caressing. One of them slipped inside her pussy, feeling deeply, and she could no longer restrain a quiver. She seemed to be stretching wider, and there were two tongues in her, licking, thrilling. Abby wiggled a little, then a little more, as their knowing hands touched her belly, her thighs, the cheeks of her fluttering ass.
They were eating her cunt, dipping their mouths into it, one after another; sometimes one tongue licked searingly at her clit while another slid across her mound; sometimes both mouths were biting at her inner thighs. But never was she without constant stimulation. She started to rock from side to side, her pelvis lifting and falling.
"You lovely people - oohh! You're lapping into your mommy's pussy-licking it, eating it! Oh! Oh, my darlings my sweetest--" The rest of it trailed off in a moan, because the lightning flashes were moving up from her knees, to bum off her thighs and strike hot, pulsating blows at her clitoris.
She dug her heels into the soft earth as she came, her fingers clawing at the grass. Shock after shock of raw ecstasy pierced her cunt and bounced around between the "She came!" Delia cried delightedly. "She hunched against my mouth and she came, all shaking and jumping. It was like her pussy caught fire!"
"It always does," Clark said, lifting his greasy face from between the trembling thighs. "And when a man has his prick in her, Mom's pussy clamps down on it when she comes, squeezing it all hot and juicy."
Gradually, Abby came floating back to earth; for awhile, she had been up there with that fat little cloud. She was still dazed when she opened her eyes to see their faces against the sun, such lovely faces sparkling so with excitement.
"You're adorable," she told them. "I want to do everything with you."
They kissed her in turn, their hands still roaming over her flesh, as if they could never memorize its shapings and softness. But before they could turn her on again, Abby pulled herself free and drew little Delia into her arms, covering the girl's own small tits with the opulence of her breasts.
A faint sheening of sweat covered Delia's body, making her feel slippery. Caressing her daughter, feeling the artistic sweep of the backbone and the trimly modeled hips, she bore Delia back and down. When the girl was beneath her, she lowered her mouth and kissed Delia with a torrid passion, mixing their tongues and sliding their teeth together.
Delia's throat pulsed under her lips before she sought and found the small, rigid nipple centered in its just-started mound. It tasted young, eager, ready; it pulsed in Abby's mouth and she didn't want to let it go. But she did release the savory nubbin, and licked down the ribs so snugly covered with polished skin the texture of fine satin. The belly wasn't flat, it was concave, dipping beguilingly in.
Abby centered her attention on the belly button, and was rewarded by the leaping of her daughter's pelvis. When she had worked her mouth lovingly down to where the delicate mound just began to rise, Delia was writhing.
It was a superb little box, Abby thought; tiny, light brown hairs were fuzzy upon it, not yet able to hide the treasure of the pussy lips. They were red, Abby saw, stimulated from their recent fucking, and they looked very tiny, as if no cock could ever possibly squeeze between them. But pricks had, she realized; her father's sizeable shaft had forced its way deep, and her brother's only slightly smaller pole had worked feverishly inside that toy-like vagina.
Delia's cunt was a child's, yet a woman's, its special fragrance rising now to Abby's nostrils, and she could almost see it pulsing in its hunger. She gave it her tongue, drawing wetly the short length of the labia, practically covering the entire vulva when she flattened out her tongue.
"Mom, oh Mom," the girl breathed. "You're really loving me."
When Abby spread her lips and pulled in the delicious cunt, she worried it delicately between her teeth, feeling the fleecy pubic hairs and tasting the sweetness oozing from the darling little slit. Sucking in, using her tongue to push back out, she followed through with long, spearing thrusts.
The clit itself was near-microscopic, but she found it and bathed it, massaged it, as Delia rolled back upon her spine and lifted her crotch. Abby burrowed deeper into the succulent pussy, doing it all, feeling it all. Her daughter hunched against her teeth, and the girl's hands had a powerful grip upon Abby's shoulders.
Then Abby felt it-the swollen nudging of her son's cockhead slipping between her thighs from behind, as she kneeled with her ass in the air.
His hands fondled her cheeks, and his prick lifted strongly against her snatch, its length pressing against her moist labia. Spreading her thighs to make room, Abby lifted some more, to show him the way. The cockhead pushed up, and the waiting cuntlips engulfed it eagerly, pulled it along the narrow, slippery channel until Clark's shaft was seated fully inside.
When he stroked her pussy, Abby used her tongue on Delia's clit, and when he pulled back for another thrust, she took off the pressure, sucking instead. The rhythm was a primitive beat in her body, and she rolled her hips, grinding backward into his pelvis, rubbing the cheeks of her ass into him.
All the while, she continued to gorge herself upon the fragile little cunt, siphoning down its lubricants, playing fiercely with the tender meat. Delia shuddered and gave a small shriek, her pussy vibrating insanely as her thighs clamped around her mother's head. Abby ground furiously upon the slippery pole inside her body, and bit into cunt as she came.
CHAPTER 13
Nadine cornered her on the back porch, some time later, pulling her close and whispering in her ear: "The guys plan to leave the rest of us women alone for awhile this evening-except for Gabrielle. She's so twitchy because she's not getting enough cock from Lucien, and she asked them to gang-fuck her. But she's still a little shy, so it won't be out in the open. You want to watch the parade? I have the perfect hideout."
The idea appealed to Abby, seeing her son and husband and young Farley putting it to the sculptured bigness of Gabrielle; seeing if Lucien's prick was as gigantic as she imagined it to be. And taking on four males, one after the other-that was intriguing, too. Abby wondered if even that many could give a woman enough, if she always felt as if her pussy was on fire. Each new orgasm, every peak of passion that was reached, only called for more of the same, with different variations and techniques thrown in, if possible.
"Where will it be?" Abby asked.
"In the housekeeper's room. Therese's bedroom opens off the pantry, and we can stay in there. Therese promised to stay out of the way."
"And little Delia is almost exhausted," Abby commented. "Her brother and I just about drained the girl this afternoon, though for awhile I was wondering who was doing the draining."
"She's a fantastic nymphet," Nadine said. "I can't wait to get between those slim legs."
It was funny, Abby thought at dinner, to watch almost the entire group trying to keep a secret The boys goofed around with each other, and Bill was solicitous of his daughter, refilling her wine glass from time to time. Gabrielle helped Therese serve, but big Lucien was nowhere in sight. Probably already waiting, Abby thought, with that huge meat pole at the ready.
The food was a gourmet's delight, crawfish hisque, red snapper baked in individual paper bags with marvelous sauces, and vegetables. They all ate hugely, regaining some of the energy that had burned off during the day's activities, building their strength for what was yet to come. The golden wine seemed to have a special gleam tonight, Abby thought and wondered if there was still a plentiful supply of it on hand.
One by one, the men drifted from the table after coffee; Nadine met Abby's eyes and smiled, but only until the room was cleared. Then they darted along a hallway and around a corner, where Nadine opened the pantry. It was dark inside, but the other woman led Abby between shelves to another door.
"Here's the entrance," she whispered. "I'll wait awhile before easing it open for us. I wonder what they'll do-draw straws?"
The dark was scented with Nadine's perfume, and the woman's thigh rested warmly against her own. Abby put an arm around Nadine's trim waist, remembering how wanton and voluptuous it had been with the two of them, both experiencing their first sharing of woman-to-woman love. Only Delia's pussy was sweeter, Abby decided, and that was because it was so girlish.
"I think I hear something," Nadine murmured, and pushed gently upon the door.
As it opened, Abby could see a dim yellowish light in the other room, and a bed that didn't seem quite large enough to contain the black body that was stretched nude upon its covers. Fully clothed, Gabrielle had seemed Junoesque, but stripped to that black velvet skin, she was modeled in heroic proportions. Her legs were long, the calves rounded, the knees dimpled, and the thighs were crafted ebony, full and firmly shaped.
Gabrielle's belly was curved, but enticingly so, and her mound was heavily bushed with tightly curled black hairs that looked springy. As she lay upon her back with the light playing over her polished skin, the thumb-sized nipples of her strongly heaped breasts stood erect. As Abby watched, the woman slowly lifted one leg and bent it at the knee; her pussy stood out, pouting and compelling.
There was a primitive glow about the woman, something earthy and primeval, an urgent shine to the smooth skin, an aura of basic need that lifted from her.
"There they are," Nadine hissed. "They're all coming in at the same time."
Since they were all naked, Abby figured the men had left their clothing in the hall, and watched them file into the room to stand waiting at the foot of the bed, their eyes glistening as they looked down upon the impatiently waiting woman. They were all tense and expectant, appearing to be balanced on their toes.
Gabrielle was in command, the bitch goddess in heat, and she propped herself upon one elbow to survey her lovers to be; one big breast swayed pendulum, a dark volleyball. Running her eyes over them, she smiled and pointed a finger. "You first, Farley. Back in town, I used to hear you jacking off, and thought even then that a young boy oughtn't to be wasting himself like that-not when there are so many empty cunts in the world. Come on now, boy; come over here to Gabrielle and crawl between my legs. I'm going to make you wish you had saved all that nice come juice."
Farley went to her nervously, his prick only at half mast. She lifted him onto the bed without obvious effort, and nudged his face into her rounded tits. "Play with them, boy; you stared at my tits long enough, now you can do what you want with them."
As Farley nuzzled into the black globes, Abby flicked a glance at the other men, and saw them shifting their feet, their eyes fixed upon the woman and boy, their pricks rising. She stared incredulously at Lucien when he moved away from the shadow of the bed and she got a good look at his cock for the first time.
The thing was monstrous, a great, rigid pole that swooped up from the swollen balls in a graceful curve. It was impossibly long and thick, with its filled veins like heavy cord, but the head was the most amazing of all; a jet black gourd, its edges were thick and the tip pointed. Abby could plainly see the globule of white fluid resting upon the end, a pearl resting precariously upon a knob of midnight velvet Lucien's prick moved as if it had a built-in life of its own, a power that was always threatening to break free. It was gigantic, bull-like, so massive that Abby couldn't see how any normal woman could take it into her cunt without tearing. Gabrielle was built on a grand scale, and she could handle that king-sized muscle, but who else?
Therese had, Abby remembered, and that meant that other average women could, also, by filling their stretched cunts to the brim, by having that puffy head right against the opening to their wombs. But when Lucien came, the out-rush of semen must be so tremendous that it would spray out and soak both the man and whoever he was fucking.
She fought to tear her eyes away, and saw that her son's cock, her husband's shaft, were puny by comparison. Yet Gabrielle wanted them inside her meat-starved pussy, too, just as she was about to take in Farley's stiff rod.
The image was stark, white on black, white moving into black, being engulfed by the darkness and the greasy strength of Gabrielle's vagina. The muscles of her thighs twitched, and the cheeks of her ass constricted as Farley slid his prick through the springy pubic hair and found the hotly beckoning lips. When Gabrielle gave a rolling kind of thrust, her pussy snapped the boys cock inside and jerked it to the hilt.
"Nice hard prick," she moaned, "nice young prick, wanting to fuck so bad. Grind it inside this hot pussy, boy-wiggle your ass around so I can feel it slide all over in there, yeah-that's the way to do it."
Nadine cupped one cheek of Abby's ass in the dark, the fingers trembling as she watched her son lay his meat into that ravenous dark cunt, and Abby knew how her friend felt, partly afraid, but about half proud. And Farley was fucking away as if his shaft was a match for Lucien's, working it steadily into Gabrielle's heaving crotch, slapping his balls whitely into the black crevice of her rotating ass.
"Uh-uh-uh!" Gabrielle grunted, twisting her legs and holding the boy's head between her tits. "Yeah, baby-pump it hard and drive it deep, because I'm about to come!"
He was bringing her swiftly to an orgasm, Abby saw, his prick stabbing against her clit, sledging manfully in the wild gripping of those powerful vaginal walls. When Gabrielle hit her crest, she arched her back and lifted Farley to his knees with his cock still moving in her snatch. He hung on, pounding away with shorter, more wicked strokes, jamming it home to the roots, gasping as he rocked his belly across hers.
"You beautiful little son of a bitch!" Gabrielle panted "You nice, hard-cocked boy - ahhhh! You're squirting all that sweet boy juice into my pussy, and it's hot-it's boiling hot and greasy. Hose me down with it, boy-bathe my pussy in your come."
Gabrielle held Farley close for a series of long shudders that wracked her tensed body, then dropped back and allowed him to sag. Murmuring to him, she lifted the boy from between her spread thighs, drawing his wet prick out with a soggy noise, and Abby caught a flash of the red and frothy cunt lips.
"Take a rest," Gabrielle advised Farley, "and come on back, soon as you're able. I'm just starting to get warmed up."
She crooked a finger at Clark, and Abby saw her son take a deep and steadying breath. He walked around the bed and climbed upon it, his hands caressing Gabrielle's large but shapely ankles.
"Really beautiful," Clark breathed, "so black and smooth and warm." His hands moved up the calves and explored behind the knees, then worked up and around the muscular thighs. With awe, he stared down into the wet bush of her mound, and touched it gently with a fingertip.
"You get your chance to eat it," Gabrielle said, "but right now, I want that boy cock in my pussy. Crawl up on me, boy, and sink that shiny red head inside where it's hot and slick."
Clark braced himself and placed his distended glans against the soapy gaping of her labia, pushing it neatly into the hole, lying forward upon her sweaty belly as his prick slid to its limit within that steaming vagina. Abby flinched when Gabrielle lifted her burnished knees, but saw that the woman didn't mean to wrap her mighty legs about the slimly surging figure of the boy.
Instead, Gabrielle held him closely in her thighs, and with knees bent, began to roll from side to side, her crotch tilting back and forth as she pumped sensuously upon his buried shaft. Clark took a good grip on both big, soft tits, and hung on, never stopping the circular movement of his own ass, laying his meat into her. Abby glanced at her husband, obviously next in line, and saw him poised with his hands upon the foot of the bed, his rod standing out hard and anxiously. Bill Barton was eager to get his turn at that wetly suctioning snatch, and would have it, as soon as his son was through, when Clark reached his climax and released his boyish semen into Gabrielle.
"You fuck good," Gabrielle moaned. "You learned to fuck good, boy-jam it to me-run it up my pussy and make me hurt. Fine, fine-you're teasing my clit and making it bounce - ahh, yes, yes!!!"
"Hot black cunt," Clark sighed. "It's chewing down on my prick, rolling the head around with its slippery walls-screw me, Gabrielle-screw me-ahh-AHH!"
Staring, Abby witnessed the convulsive upward movement of her son's testicles, and saw the sudden lurch with which he ground his root into the enveloping cunt. She could almost feel the spate of bubbling liquid that was pouring forth, the creamy, precious essence of his manhood Clark's come was mixing with the sticky pool left in there by the boy who had fucked her before, and he soaked his prick in it, shuddering at the power of his climax.
He wanted to simply let himself melt in her, Abby saw, but Gabrielle urged him from between her legs to make ready for her next lover, offering the dripping bush enticingly before the boy had gotten to one side very well.
"She's hotter than ever," Nadine purred into Abby's ear, her finger tickling down the crack of her ass. "She's building up to taking that giant prick of Lucien's, or else she's showing him just how much woman she really is."
"There goes Bill," Abby breathed, discovering that her hand was on Nadine's tit as she watched her husband hold his cock in his fingers and advance to that writhing, avid form on the bed.
Vapors seemed to be rising from the inflamed inner tissues of Gabrielle's cunt as it arched up for Bill, and there were tiny rivulets of semen leaking out. Bill didn't hesitate, but set his knob into the oily lips and pushed hard. The swollen glans, then the veined length of his shaft disappeared inside the pussy depths, and his ball vanished in the crack of her ass.
Whip-sawing his prick into the squirming woman, Bill forced his hands under her cheeks and lifted, rolling her back, pounding his meat up her as she curled her legs and finally brought them around him, locking them at the ankles across the small of his back. She was as big as her husband, Abby saw, matching him in body length and heft, an equal to him in coiled strength, and the fucking turned quickly into a contest But Gabrielle softened, stopped fighting his cock and I took it with consummate skill, weaving her snatch around its driving head, twisting and squeezing, building a pressure within his balls as his pole slipped in and out, in and out in an ever-increasing tempo.
Moaning and bucking, Gabrielle blurred her hairy pelvis against his, and Abby could hear the sloshing noises emanating from their frenzied coupling, and in their echoes, the slapping of his dangling balls.
The boys were fascinated, Abby saw, and so was big Lucien, his ebony club massaged gently by his spread fingers. Nadine's warm breath was hissing in Abby's ear, and her fingernails clawed into Abby's buttocks.
Tangled, hammering, the pair on the bed surged to a swirling climax, Bill's shaft pumping furiously into her liquid hole, droplets of semen spraying out upon his lower belly and the rounded lengths of her thighs. They hung static for a long, panting moment, then the woman's long legs slipped from around his hips and she brought them together to shut his cock even more tightly within the seizure of her cunt "Now she's ready for Lucien," Nadine murmured, "Gabrielle is still full of energy and hot to go. Look at the way her crotch keeps heaving, as if there were big, scalding waves breaking inside and she just has to let them come foaming out" "Foam is right," Abby said huskily. "With all that semen flooding her pussy."
"Most men like it that way," Nadine said. "See how Lucien is eyeing her. Now Bill's climbing off-" His cock jerked out and stood tall, glistening, dripping. Bill climbed off the bed and sat down in a nearby chair, head slumping a bit on his neck, his mouth sucking for air. But by the shape of his prick, Abby thought her husband would be ready for another round before too long.
Then Lucien stepped around the bed, and Abby stopped thinking about anything else.
CHAPTER 14
They heard the noise outside, and Nadine led Abby by the hand, out of the pantry and through the house. Drums, Abby thought; she was actually hearing something like tom-toms and a flute, and when they reached the front porch, she could see the leaping flames of a bonfire.
"What the hell is this?" Nadine asked her housekeeper, who was clinging to a support and staring out into the yard.
"It's her," Therese whispered stiffly. "That witch woman from the city."
Abby saw the woman, tall and lissome, with metallic mesh cups holding the opulence of her breasts, with only a silken skirt that swirled about the long, darkly gold legs and did not hide the bejeweled forest of fluffy pubis hair that rode the arrogantly thrusting mound.
Somewhere behind the swaying woman, the tom-toms beat softly, and a reed flute wailed mournfully, but Abby couldn't see anyone else, only the woman before the flames. She was conscious of other people coming out of the house to join them on the porch, but didn't turn her head to see who it was.
The husky voice lifted and struck at them: "You all know me, for I am Marie Laveaux, one of many Laveaux women who have had the power."
A hand clenched Abby's shoulder from behind, and Gabrielle's voice hissed in her ear. "Don't let her draw you away from here."
Rolling her hips in a peculiar serpentine movement, the woman laughed low in her throat. "You like my wine, unbelievers? You're not laughing now, not making jokes. I only came to tell you it will get worse. You cannot stay away from each other, no matter how hard you try. Hear me, scoffers-you will fight yourselves and at last come to me on your knees."
"What the hell," Bill Barton said.
But the fire suddenly winked out in a puff of oily smoke, and the witch woman was gone, as if she had only been an apparition, and the drums fell silent They eddied for a confused few seconds, buzzing among themselves, then followed Nadine back into the house, into the living room where the lights were warm and comforting. "This is ridiculous," Nadine announced. "That crazy woman bringing her act all the way out here from the city, spouting her nonsense about drugged wine, threatening. Everybody knows there's no such thing as a true aphrodisiac, and as for us fighting ourselves-that's really funny."
"I don't know," Gabrielle muttered, her big breasts peeping from the top of a hastily donned house robe.
"That woman's great-great-grandmother had New Orleans walking soft for years-a witch for true."
Bill said, "But we only kidded her during her nightclub act; we were pretty smashed, and it seemed so goofy, such a put-on-" "She didn't take it that way," Abby breathed. "And it seems as if that golden wine is always around."
Nadine laughed and held up a decanter, her body moving sleek and strong beneath the thin robe, pert tits lifting their cute nipples. "I often get cases of wine from admirers. It's another put-on. I like this wine-anybody joining me?"
Clark picked up a glass and walked over to her. After a moment, so did Farley, but the rest of them hung back. Nadine poured for three, and lifted her glass: "Here's to more and better conjure women-if they can make us feel the way we do about each other!"
Abby saw big Lucien slouching in a corner chair, his long legs thrust out before him, his broad chest bare; he was wearing only jeans, and was barefoot. Only a soft lump showed at his crotch and along the inside of his left thigh, but she could not help imagining his gigantic shaft as it had been, a short time before, standing hugely tall and so thick.
Was it true? Had the witch woman somehow put a curse on them, in repayment for the fun they had poked at her show? They were certainly all doing things they would never have normally done; they had all shed their layers of morality like worn-out and outgrown skins, peeling themselves down to a new, raw vitality. Or was the newness real? It might be a falseness created by the woman and her voodoo wines.
Abby didn't feel like talking, much less joining the little party that was growing about Nadine and the decanter now as more of the group got over their small fright and gathered around their hostess. Abby slipped out of the room and went into the bath; she could always think better in the bath, neck deep in soothing hot water. For the first time, she locked the door behind herself. In the tub, she leaned back and closed her eyes, seeing quick images dance fleetingly across the lids.
The first time she had been with young Farley-she could clearly see the boy as she had desired him so, his prick lifting against the constriction of his tight jeans, the slim nakedness of his body and the trembling eagerness of his hands upon her woman flesh, the hotness of his mouth and the hardness of his searching, virginal cock....
And Clark. Darling, worshipful Clark-what woman could ever forget the probing of her own son's prick, the frantic need in the boy as he finally reached the dream objective of years, his mother's giving, clenching pussy?
Bill Barton had never been more attentive, more loving, even in their early weeks together; he did things with her now that had been hangups for him before-going down on her aching cunt, presenting her the throbbing cockhead so she could suck it and make its juices her own.
Nadine - beautiful, sensuous Nadine; they had shared bodies and passions as only two sexy women can give and take. She was like a sister to Nadine, a willing sister in sin. They had given each other their sons, and Nadine had received the bonus of a husband. Blending and meshing, mixing and intertwining, they had become part of each other, flesh and senses and thought patterns.
Darling little Delia, bright and saucy, just discovering the mysteries and gratifications of her small, sweet body, slaking her needs with her father, her brother, with Abby and Farley....
Gabrielle, taking on the four men, one after the other, and fucking them all to ecstatic completion; Therese, tawny and volatile, happy because she had at last gotten a turn at Lucien's giant shaft, among others.
Lucien, Abby thought-that dark, powerful form moving to the bed where Gabrielle waited with tick-tocking hips and a mound turned creamy from the ejaculations of three males; Lucien was familiar with the feel and action of that pussy, but he was more turned on, more hungry for it, after watching his girlfriend fuck two boys and a man, and momentarily wringing them all dry.
Abby sat up in the tub and tried to banish the stark image from her mind. She splashed water on her face and soaped her body, but that only stimulated the wet flesh and made the picture of Lucien and Gabrielle a rerun in her head. That prick, almost twice the size of Bill's, as big as little Delia's forearm, but with a glistening knob on the end, a bulb smeared with seminal fluid and pulsing to be soaked in the steaming cunt so near.
Giving up the fight, Abby slid back down in the water and propped her head on the tub, her eyes closed and her hand gently cupping the warmth of her mound. She saw Lucien climbing upon the bed where the black woman waited impatiently, her belly sweaty, her great breasts arching upward to meet his hands.
Lucien took the big tits and manipulated them, pressed them down and allowed the nipples to spring up again. His cockhead was lying across her humid, foamy cunt, reaching up to her navel, and the woman swung her crotch back and forth, rubbing against the shaft. So thick and long, Abby thought; like a monstrous black snake ready to strike, ready to batter that swollen head into a soft cunt "Come on, you big bastard," Gabrielle panted, surging to him. "Come on and stick that big prick into my pussy, so I can eat it up and spit it back out" "I do the spittin'," Lucien grunted, and steered that mammoth cockhead into the dripping hairs of Gabrielle's cunt It thrust powerfully against the slippery labia and forced them open, made them part to let in the strong knob.
Abby could watch the cuntlips spread, see them stretch around the huge bulb and hesitate, as if they could take no more. But the head slipped in, and the thick, heavy shaft followed with a long, penetrating stroke. The wiry-haired balls came to rest against the crisp feathering of the woman's crevice, and Abby gasped to see every distended inch of that immense prick buried.
"Got it all," Gabrielle hissed. "Got all your sweet cock up my pussy, and it's filling me up like always. Fuck me, Lucien! Grind that stud's meat into my loving cunt."
This time, when the woman's legs went up to grip the man across his back, they didn't seem out of place or threatening in their steely strength. They fit, for Lucien was beginning to work his gigantic pole, the heavy balls swinging, and his weight was rolling Gabrielle back upon her spine.
In and out, the glistening shaft moved like a great piston, each thrust shaking the woman's body, every sinking of the meat making her lunge upward with her grinding pelvis. It was like the mating of two magnificent animals, Abby thought, awesome in its intensity and power.
Slapping their bellies together, they fucked in a steadily building frenzy, Lucien's thrusts slamming his prick home like a pile driver, Gabrielle's swivel-hipped responses making her pussy tear at his shaft Abby could only imagine the juicy, muscular gripping of the vaginal walls, but she could hear the suction building up, the hot liquid, hot air boiling over as Lucien's cock churned it "Shake your ass, woman! Yeah, baby-bite down on my cockhead-oh yeah-all juicy inside with everybody's hot come but eating up your big daddy's prick. Rock with me, baby-I'm gonna blow it off-I'm gonna jam your pussy full of my own come!"
Watching, Abby had seen Gabrielle's crotch hammer up at his, seen the woman's ass clenching and relaxing-then the flinching of Lucien's balls. Eyes wide, she had stared at the base of that immersed prick and seen it swell yet bigger. The rush of semen must have been like a runaway fountain, she thought, seeing Gabrielle's eyes roll whitely back up into her head. As he came, Lucien kept right on plowing into her flexing pussy, geysering blob after greasy glob of semen throughout the woman's vagina, flooding it, overflowing it. But his prick filled the cavity so tightly that none came leaking out, not until some long, shuddering moments later.
That's when Lucien rocked back on his folded knees and pulled the length of his iron-hard cock from the jealously grasping lips. Creamy stuff rushed after it, pooling at the cheeks of Gabrielle's ass and soaking into the rumpled sheet below.
Abby had sagged against Nadine in the pantry, as shaken as if she had experienced the orgasm herself.
The water was cooling around her freshly aroused body, so Abby stood up and found a towel. Even though she scrubbed it roughly over her flesh, the towel still seemed like a caress. She busied herself at the sink, doing her teeth and using a mouthwash, running a comb through her long, blonde hair and daring to look herself in the eyes.
Their blue depths didn't seem bewitched; they were clear and warm, but possibly there were hotter currents moving below the surface. She touched her tongue to her lips, and thought how she had used it lately, on her husband's prick, curled around her son's cockhead, to lick the semen from Farley's knob; and in Nadine's cunt, in Delia's sweet young pussy.
Shivering, she found her robe and put it on, thinking again of the witch woman and her threats. The wine; there was something in the wine, some insidious drug that had forced her to seduce Farley, bringing her out of her housewife shell and turning her into an eager wanton.
In her bedroom, she saw the waiting decanter, and shook her head at it, moving restlessly to the bed and lying down. But there was an emptiness in her belly, and her mouth had turned dry. Abby squeezed her thighs together, but the tingle in them refused to be throttled; now the lifting of her nipples was painful, and the robe seemed to bind the sensitivity of her breasts.
Opening the robe, she cupped her tits and pressed down on the nipples, willing them to subside; they only got harder, and she could feel the beat of tom-toms within her mound.
Her mouth was dusty now, her throat clogged. She sat up and reached a trembling hand for the decanter, hypnotized as the yellow liquid poured gurgling into the glass, glittering with a thousand wet diamonds, beckoning to her.
Abby drank it, swallowing deeply, letting the alien power trickle into her stomach and immediately feeling the hot tendrils spread like growing vines throughout her body. The witch woman had triumphed, at least for i now, and Abby could see the knowing smile on the woman's mouth.
The door opened, and Clark came in. A step behind him was Farley. Their faces were flushed but their eyes were soft and inquiring upon her. "Mom-you okay? I mean, you split so quick I was afraid you might be sick or something. You're not letting that goofy witch get to you, are you?"
"She shook me up a little," Abby admitted, "but I'm feeling better now. In fact, I'm feeling just fine, looking at my two young lovers."
"That's great," Farley said, "because Clark and I came to do something different with you." Abby smiled, the flexing tempo of her pussy increasing as it seeped lubricating oils in readiness. "Whatever you say. I can use some loving from you both. I don't want to worry about that crazy woman-I just want to fuck and be fucked."
Her son grinned back at her, shucking out of his jeans and showing his beautiful prick pointing up and out, its pink head shining and the omnipresent droplet of fluid gathered on the tip.
She glanced at Farley, already nude, at the boy's sturdy young cock, the first such youthful one she had known, knowing also that she was the first to ever have it locked into the juicy socket of a pussy. She had drawn the virginal load of semen from that shaft, bathing her cunt in it, and at the same time, lighting her entire being. She had taught him everything she knew, given him the secret recesses of her body and the oils of her love.
Now he and her son were going to teach her something else. She lay upon the bed with sharp, bright tingles moving over her sensitized skin, realizing the slow seepage of lubricants within her pussy, and the heat of the wine in her belly.
"We'll just fuck you a little first," Clark murmured, lying down beside her and caressing her firm tits. He was still tonguing the erect nipples when Farley got between Abby's out-flung legs and began to toy with her cunt.
She gave herself over to the fantastic sensations, to the tactile adoration of both young boys, and shuddered when she felt the pressure of Farley's cockhead against her tender labia. The strong meat slid smoothly in, and the folds of her snatch made a soapy, spongy compress around its length, around its flanged knob. Clark sucked one tit and fondled the other, while his friend stroked gently into the welcoming cunt.
She was just beginning to grind, when Farley suddenly backed out his prick, but it was almost immediately replaced in her buttery slot by another one-her son's rigid shaft inserted so lovingly into her inflamed pussy. She greeted its entrance by a series of crotch lifts, rubbing her belly across his.
He moved sparingly, saving himself, not fully meeting her thrusts, but she was so hot inside, burning up, that she arched violently to an orgasm, one that showered flashing sparks onto her trembling clitoris and made her body jerk convulsively.
Clark held his shaft buried tightly within her throbbing cunt for awhile, until the waves of her climax began to subside. Then he moved out of her cunt's wet and jealous hold as the lips tried to cling to it. "You'll get more, Mom-I promise you; there'll be all the prick you want, from both of us."
Dreamily, Abby thought there had been a time when she would have flinched at his using the word prick, but also, she wouldn't have been lying naked then, between him and another delightfully sensuous boy. She wouldn't have her hands upon a pair of strong, young cocks, or ever have known the feel of them in her vagina.
"Roll over, Mom," Clark whispered in her ear. "Roll over and get up on your knees; here, I'll help you. Man-what a beautiful, sexy ass this is-the cheeks are so smooth and silky."
She was puzzled, but in a soft and uncaring fashion, not fighting anything, simply flowing with the movement, being what she was and whatever else they wanted her to be. Balancing on hands and knees with her tits hanging down, she was open to them.
"We got the idea from Therese," Clark explained, his hands on her cheeks. "We're going to make a meat sandwich of you, Mom. I want to be the first into your ass. I want to know what it feels like in there, and Farley will be fucking your cunt" She waited for it to happen.
CHAPTER 15
"Easy," he said from behind her, with the darling head of his cock touching into her cheeks, "I'll be slow and easy, like Dad was when he took Delia's cherry. You're cherry here, and I want to take that."
"Yes," she moaned, "oh yes, yes, sweetheart."
The feeling was different, a little painful, but Abby forced herself to stay loose and to accept the stretching of her hole. The tip pushed, eased off, and pushed again, well oiled by the juices of her pussy, by its own eager fluid on the end. She felt herself giving, and knew the elastic opening of her hole, the sensation of something huge being fed into her ass, but there were new nerve ends responding, strange sensations fanning through her entire body.
"Just a little more," Clark breathed raggedly, "you're so tight, but it's stretching - ahh, darling! Ohh, baby - my prick is slipping right on in, now-it's sliding all the way up your sweet ass. Oh wow-everything is snug-you're holding my cock-" Abby quaked when she knew the touch of his balls against the backs of her thighs, when she realized the feeling of being bored from behind. A prick was where one had never been before, sliding within her narrow tube, packing her body with the hard, hot meat. She was stroking him back, wiggling her ass experimentally, when Clark urged her over onto one side, keeping his cock crammed to the hilt inside her passionate hole.
"So Farley can get to your pussy," he panted. "So he can fit his prick up into you, and we'll have you between us, filling both your holes."
Farley was very gentle, parting her thighs and snuggling his greased cockhead up to her dewy mound. She trembled upon the hard prick sunken into her ass, and felt the pressure as Farley pushed his glans between her wet labia. They parted quickly, and the succulent knob came into them to slide thrillingly up into her vagina. She gasped at the shock, at the weird sensation of holding two solid pricks in her body at the same moment.
"You'll have to do most of the moving," Clark said against the back of her neck, his hands clinging to her ass cheeks. "It's too easy for somebody to slip out, if we get to fucking too hard."
She wrapped her arms about Farley's slim body, needing something to hang onto, some point of leverage. Pillowing his face between her vibrant breasts, Abby moved slowly, tentatively, feeling her way, reveling in the sliding, the gripping, the lascivious motions that were making her feel so tremendously wanted.
The cocks moved within her ass, inside her pussy, and she rolled tenderly upon them, her eyes squeezed shut in the first wild surges of intense rapture. Hot ripples spread in her ass, tingled in her snatch, and she moved a little faster, grinding just enough so that neither shaft would slip out.
"Mmmmm," Farley groaned between her tits. "I can feel his balls up next to mine. I can even feel the shape of Clark's cock pressing down on your pussy wall. Man- this is out of sight!"
Clark panted, "Yeah, yeah-every time she moves, my balls rub against yours. I can't hang off much longer-oh wow-I'm going to come!"
Abby quivered as the jet stream of hissing semen shot forth from the flexing head of her son's shaft and inundated her tube. It loosened right away, with the added juices, and Clark continued to stroke into it, gasping at each uncommon sensation. She moved some more, and the heat wave burst loose from its hiding place to blast searingly through her spasming cunt She came with hungry, clasping motions of her pussy, rubbing frantically against the base of Farley's active cock. In turn, he bit into her breast and hunched to fire his own stream of foamy juice into her cunt spattering the boiling semen deep and wide, hurling it in creamy globules to the farthest reaches of her vagina.
It was impossible to be so filled, she thought in a rosy daze; no woman could be so packed with love, adored by such wonderful strong pricks. She clung to them both, squeezing with the cheeks of her ass, clamping down with her labia. She could hold them inside her forever, keep them prisoner, and continue fucking, giving herself Up to nothing but the fucking, wiping everything else from her mind and obeying only the ravenous dictates of her furiously blazing flesh.
But that was impossible, too, and she admitted the fact as Clark tenderly withdrew his slippery pole from her ass. After it slid outside, she knew an emptiness, a deep sense of loss. She felt even more vacant after Farley worked his still rigid shaft from the confines of her soaking cunt. They could only be meshed for such a short time; they were still three separate people.
"When you catch your breath," Clark murmured, "we can do it again, and change places. I don't care what other things I do to you, whether I get my prick into your mouth or up your ass, I still need your pussy. It's the most fabulous cunt in the world, and I have to get back into it, even when I feel fucked out." Abby opened her eyes and wet her lips with her tongue. "I'm ready now; I'm ready any time. Just hand me a glass of that wine to wet my throat-" The wine; was she so damned dependent upon the insidious stuff that she needed it to continue screwing?
No, she told herself, she was only thirsty and burning up a lot of energy; the wine would cool her throat and give her some additional strength. She didn't want to stop now; she wanted more of all they had to give. "Come on," she begged them. "Mount me again, feed those lovely pricks into me from both ends."
They moved right away, changing places so that Farley was trembling at the puckered entrance of her ass hole, and Clark was working his cockhead into the pussy he loved beyond all others. Again, Abby knew the feeling of being packed, stretched, filled with man meat; she was the catalyst between them, forming the common bond, welding them all into a single unit once more, and it was so good-so damned good.
She crooned to them, her words a chant, a litany: "Fuck me, oh fuck me-screw me and ram me and squirt your precious semen into me, because I love you both. I'm screwing you both and being screwed, and it's magic, magic!"
One by one, ejaculations spewed their treasured honey into her body, into her flesh and membranes, drenching pores and cells and nerve endings. Time after time, Abby arched and jerked in the throes of her own orgasms, each of them bombshelling in her pussy, her ass, tearing her apart and putting her meltingly together again.
She didn't know when they left her; she was barely conscious of shadows, of movements and the whispering of voices, but all the rest of her, the important parts of her, were being floated along a scented, slow-moving river where the lotus grew.
Abby landed gently somewhere, and blinked languorously awake. Stretching like a contented cat, she felt the warmth of her legs and arms, the slight flattening of her breasts as she reached her hands far above her head. Bringing her legs together, she rubbed thigh along thigh, luxuriating in the sticky fluids left there, in the remembered thrusting and recoiling, the soft kisses of balls, the glorious shivers of completion.
Sitting up, she treated herself to a goblet of the refreshing wine, then went across into the bathroom. Abby climbed into the shower and soaped herself vigorously, not to scrub anything away, but to bring new life to her skin, to make it silken for her lovers, whoever they might be.
Or whenever they might come to her, she thought, drying her flesh and scenting it with powder. A frown came from somewhere and marked her forehead; you will fight among yourselves, the witch woman had said. But everything was going smoothly; nobody was fighting.
She had no idea how long she had been fucking the boys, whether hours had passed. Abby wasn't tired now, and there was a renewed vigor nestling within her vagina. She thought of the others, men and women alike, wondering what they had done with each other; maybe Nadine had tried on big Lucien's cock for size; perhaps Bill was cavorting with both the black women, or back to the mini-pussy he adored, that of his daughter Delia.
But she found Delia just awakening on her own bed, alone. "Mom," the girl said, "I guess I drifted off. Too much wine, maybe. Nadine kept giving funny toasts, then you disappeared, and both boys-sure, that's where you've been-fucking Clark and Farley."
Abby sat on the bed. "That's right, but I got to wondering about you."
"Oh, I'm great, but I've been missing out on something. What do you say-let's hunt up Nadine. I've never swung with just women, and it ought to be a real blast."
"All right," Abby agreed, the idea of being with her daughter appealed to her, and she had been missing Nadine, too. Perhaps the three of them could work that in- comparable spell that had been so precious between just herself and Nadine.
They went back along the corridor to the master bedroom, and Delia pushed open the door. "She doesn't have anyone with her-not that it would make much difference, I guess. Hi, Nadine!"
"Come on in," Nadine called over her wine glass. "I was about to go see where everybody is-I was getting lonesome. But now that you two lovely females are here-" "I thought you'd be screwing Lucien," Abby said. "I still don't have the nerve."
Nadine laughed. "Oh, but I was, or I did. Whatever- you have no idea what a huge prick like his can do to a woman. It's like riding a barber pole, or a ball bat, but it's fantastic, too. I could swear I was being impaled, and then I couldn't stop coming. I just kept having these crazy orgasms, so I got tired before he did. You have to try him, Abby."
Delia grinned. "Not me. I saw that monster cock, and it would never fit inside my little pussy. Lucien will just have to wait until I grow up a lot more."
"Nobody's fighting?" Abby asked. "Is everyone getting along, without jealousy or being too possessive?"
"Sure," Nadine answered, smiling. "You're not fretting over what that crazy entertainer said, are you?"
"Not really, but I keep wondering-oh, the hell with it. Let's have another glass and make love as women do, softly and tenderly, without being in a hurry."
Nadine put down her glass and stroked Delia's arms.
"You're such a lovely little girl, and I've been wanting to get into your tiny pussy. Abby-may I have her first?"
"Delia wants it," Abby said, and they took their places upon the bed, tingling as their thighs brushed, their nipples out and hard, their cunts pulsing with warm anticipation. Delia was in the middle, her small, slim body wiggling, her mouth lifting.
Rolling over on top of the girl, Nadine met her mouth and laced a tongue into it; Nadine's rounded tits crushed down upon the beginning mounds below, but their nipples pushed happily together. Abby turned onto one side to peer at the tightly fitted bodies. As Delia opened her thighs and Nadine slid between them, Abby reached out and caressed the modeled shaping of the woman's satiny ass.
She held her hand there, joining in the rhythm as Nadine forced her palpitating cunt into the small snatch, as Nadine rolled her pelvis and made grinding strokes that were working her clit into Delia's. She saw her daughter's legs lifting to reach around Nadine's, saw them lock there so Delia could thrust strongly back at the woman who was fucking her.
"It's groovy!" Delia panted, pumping her crotch up into Nadine's pelvis. "Feels different-wild-softer and slicker-and-uh-uh-uh!"
They wheeled their bellies faster, and stroked with a hungry, speed that brought them both to a spasming crest. When they moaned and clung quietly together, Abby still had one hand upon the cheek of the woman's ass, sharing their melting as she had shared in their climaxes.
There was wine left in her goblet, so she drained it and put the glass back upon the bedside table. Nadine was moving down Delia's body now, rubbing her nipples into the chest, the flat little belly, then into the faint brown moss of the girl's snatch. Fascinated by the small pussy, Nadine meant to eat it.
But Abby wasn't going to wait any longer. Using both hands, she urged the pair farther across the big bed, and pushed them into a vee, with Nadine's legs toward her, with Delia's face toward her. For only a moment, she watched the quick darting of the woman's tongue as it lapped avidly into Delia's little mound and along the pink lips.
Then she put her own body where she wanted it, so that they could make a triangle of themselves. She looked down into the black haired pussy between Nadine's sleek and polished thighs, into the pouting and feverish lips that were so damply awaiting her. Before she moved to it, Abby turned her head to see if Delia was getting the idea.
The girl's hands grasped her upper thighs, and when Abby opened them wider, Delia's mouth flashed immediately up to fasten itself onto the bronze-haired cunt lips, nuzzling deep and hard, thirstily seeking the soft wetness there and within. Settling her crotch, fitting her daughter's head between her thighs, Abby glanced back at Nadine's snatch and breathed in its spicy aromas.
Beautiful, she thought, reaching out her tongue to savor the honeyed lips, to prowl among the cushiony cunt hairs. Then her eyes closed, and she lost herself in the loving caress of Nadine's throbbing pussy. Delving between the labia, she scooped out drops of fragrant oils to hold them in her mouth; she shoved her tongue as far as she could stretch it, up into the velvet folds of the vagina and felt around with it there. The hooded clit waited above, and she teased it delicately.
Her own pussy convulsed as Delia ate into it, as the girl chewed lightly on her cunt lips and sucked them adoringly into her mouth. Moaning into Abby's snatch, Delia used her tongue magnificently, swinging it back and forth, pushing it far back, lapping shallowly before thrusting the hot, wet tickler back into the depths. She was only touching the clit from time to time, Abby knew, trying to prolong this togetherness, loving slowly so as not to bring them to orgasms that might break them apart Abby ate into Nadine, burrowing into the flaming wet folds, sucking them into her lips, bringing back her tongue so she could softly bite the labia and the insides of Nadine's thighs. But she could not stay away from the juicy warmth, and forced her face strongly into it once more. Now the clitoris demanded to be eaten, and she obliged the nubbin, worrying it with gentle teeth and raking it with her busy tongue.
Nadine's legs squirmed, then shut down around Abby's head. The woman's crotch pumped, rolled, and pumped some more, feeding the clitoris into Abby's siphoning mouth, trying to drive it wildly through her teeth. Nadine came, churning her pussy and jerking her ass while Abby clung happily to the wet snatch.
Hot fingers were squeezing her own clit, or lips, or teeth and tongue, and spasms shook her body at the darting, the fondling that sucked eagerly at her cunt. She let go all hold she had upon reality, and the starbursts splashed throughout her being as she came. There was no fighting; there was only love.
CHAPTER 16
Drums echoed faintly in the background when Gabrielle found the big straw doll on the front porch in the morning, and Abby saw the big woman recoil from the ugly thing. Abby took a step toward the grotesque creation and saw the crude sign the doll held. It read: "Time is short."
"Come on, Gabrielle," she said. "Just leave the thing alone, and let's go in to breakfast."
"That damned witch," Gabrielle muttered. "She's trying to scare everybody silly, and she ain't far from it, with me. I heard too many conjure stories when I was a girl, not to believe a little bit in it Wish I knew what she wanted; they always want something."
"Maybe just a public apology because we laughed at her. If that's it, we'll do it or even pay her something. But there's really no need for anyone to be frightened, I'm certain."
In the kitchen, they ate hungrily of pancakes and slab bacon, with country butter and locally made syrup, topped off by strong black coffee. As always, Abby did justice to her food, replacing the energy she had used so feelingly during the night. When she leaned back, she was replete, but something seemed to be missing.
Therese and Gabrielle were whispering in a corner when the boys came bouncing in, and broke to cook and serve. One by one, the others filed into the kitchen, Nadine looking bright and lovely as if she had slept all night; little Delia's pixie face was glowing from her shower, and Bill Barton's was clean shaven and scented. Lucien had eaten early, Therese said, and was out prowling around to see where the drumming noise was coming from.
Restlessly, Abby moved into the living room and looked out through a window at the heavily wooded land, the thought of the witch woman nagging at her, a gnawing little worry in the back of her mind. The only way to contact the woman would be to go back to New Orleans, return to the nightclub and see what could be done.
But why? Because of a few ugly dolls, a theatrical appearance and a sign? She wasn't actually hurting anybody, despite her threats. Everyone was getting along just fine, no arguments and no jealousy. They were all very happy, doing whatever occurred to them at any given moment and experiencing the deepest thrills of their lives.
Still, there was something wrong; Abby felt it She turned from the window and walked to the table where bottles stood-bourbon and scotch and gin, even a fifth of rum, and dark wines; but no golden scuppernong wine with jewels in its depths. She saw an empty decanter, and nothing more.
Nadine and Delia came into the room, hand in hand, laughing. Abby brushed past them and hurried to the kitchen, to Therese. "Is there any more of that yellow wine?"
Therese shook her head. "None I can find. All the bottles empty and nothin' in the decanters. Maybe there's a case on the back porch, like last time - I'll go see."
But there wasn't, and Abby knew a little probing chill in her belly. The witch woman had cut off their supply, and now as the sign warned, time was short.
What would they all do, without its potent strength, without its special fire to warm them and make them so open with each other? They would revert, Abby thought; they would each retreat into personal shells, weighted heavily with the guilt that their old morals would slam back upon them. Words like incest and monogamy and color lines-these would hammer at them, ring accusingly inside their heads and torture them until they would generate nothing but hate and suspicion. All the beauty would be gone, and the witch woman's vengeance would be complete.
Abby was trembling when she returned to the living room; her robe was drawn tightly about her chilled body, and she was biting her lips.
"Darling," Nadine said, "what's wrong?"
"The wine," Abby murmured, "the golden wine that turned us all onto each other. It's all gone. That woman cut off our supply."
Evidently they had all been thinking about the wine and its uses, for they ringed her with quiet until Bill said, "She just wants to sell it to us now. Okay, I'll pay whatever she wants."
"I don't think she'll sell," Abby said. "She just wants to punish us, and she's doing it. Oh Bill-I don't want to go back to what we were, all uptight and self-righteous. I want us to keep on loving everybody."
Nadine sat staring at the floor; the boys shifted uncomfortably and glanced at each other; Bill walked to the table and poured himself a shot of bourbon. Gabrielle and Therese began to sidle toward the hallway, but little Delia stopped them. "Wait-everybody please listen."
Their faces turned to the girl as she stood in the center of the room, and at that moment, big Lucien stepped in to lean his broad shoulders against the wall.
Delia said, "It isn't any different. She just wants to make us think it's all changed. But it's not it's not! I won't let it be, because I still want to fuck my daddy and go down on my brother and have my mom eat my pussy. I still want to screw Farley and kiss Nadine's cunt" She tore at her clothing, hurled away shirt and kicked off shoes, peeled down jeans and stood naked before them, her elfin little body gleaming, the stiff nipples rising from the just-budding mounds, the narrow thighs parted to expose the daintily furred shaping of her young pussy.
"Come on, Daddy! Take off your clothes and make love to me right here and now; fuck me in front of everybody, so I can show you how much I want to fuck you back."
She was at her father, yanking at buttons and belt rolling her polished little ass as she forced him out of his clothes. Abby saw that her husband was embarrassed, that his sturdy prick was only partly lifted, but Delia wasn't going to let him back out now. Dropping to her knees, she caught his balls in one hand and dipped her face down. Tongue darting over his somewhat limp shaft, she licked the head furiously before taking it into her mouth and sucking hungrily upon it.
Slowly, the shaft swelled and hardened, and Bill Barton put his hands on his daughter's head as she worked his cock back and forth in her mouth.
But Delia wasn't going to take him all the way. She rolled back on her haunches, then spread her slim body on the carpet and held up her arms to her father. "Here I am, Daddy. Please fuck me."
Silently, Bill Barton went to his knees, his eyes only for the naked form of his sensuous daughter, ignoring the waiting and watching circle of faces around them. He ran his hands gently over the girl's warm, wiggling body, caressing her tits and narrow hips, feeling across her flat tummy and down into the tiny pussy so hot for him.
She wouldn't wait; reaching for his cock, she pulled him down upon her, hands shaking as she guided the distended cockhead into the quivering lips of her cunt Arching up against it, Delia pushed strongly, and Abby saw the puffy glans work into the labia, saw it shove between them, then vanish in their pink gripping as the shaft slid deep into Delia's small vagina "Now!" Delia called out in triumph. "Now we're fucking-my daddy has his fabulous prick buried in my pussy, and we're fucking. We don't need the wine!"
Sitting on the couch, Abby flinched when someone touched her shoulder. She looked up to see Clark standing close. "Mom? If Delia and Dad can-" It was an effort, but she undid her robe and dropped it from her tensed body. When the air touched her bared skin, she felt more naked than she had ever been in her life, but Clark's hands were upon her breasts, warming them, and she lay back limply.
Shucking his jeans, Clark climbed between her supine legs and pillowed his slim, boyish body upon hers, kissing her mouth lightly, then slipping his tongue between her numbed lips. Her tits were flattened against his hairless chest, and her mound seemed to have no feeling when his hard cock lay against it.
"Mom," he whispered into her mouth, "oh Mom, I love you."
His cockhead nudged into her lifeless labia, pushed gently against the nearly dry lips, and slowly forced a path between them. Her son's prick slid into her pussy, reaching tenderly up and up until the full length of the hard meat was embedded, submerged in the cunt he loved so much.
A little warmth stirred in Abby's vagina, spreading through the inert folds until they softened. Clark began to stroke, moving his cock delicately, adoringly, as he caressed her thighs, her breasts, her belly. Abby's cunt quivered, then surged in a heated response to the young prick slipping back and forth within it. Her pelvis lifted to his, and her hips rolled in the age-old movements of a woman being screwed and loving it.
She was doing it!!! She was fucking her son back in a wave of passion, fucking the boy in front of everyone who cared to watch. Turning her head, she stared through teary eyes at her husband and daughter, screwing steadily upon the carpet nearby, and in reflex, she matched their thrusting motions, riding upon Clark's joyful cock, kissing it with her clitoris. She was doing it!
Other people were moving, she saw; she watched young Farley throw off his clothes and go to his mother as Nadine stood sleek and willowy, stripped naked for her favorite lover. They met by the wall, with a rabid fury that slammed their bodies together, hands clenching upon beloved flesh, mouths searching and their tongues darting avidly.
Abby saw Farley thrusting his prick up at his mother's black and richly haired pussy, and watched Nadine open her thighs to take it inside. They sank together to the floor, Nadine's long legs waving as her ass twisted to settle her son's cockhead into her eager, dewy snatch. Farley shoved hard then, and his stiff meat was gulped deep by the suction of Nadine's hotly grasping cunt.
Nadine and her son were screwing joyfully; little Delia was grinding her crotch against her father's pelvis, her thin legs spread wide with the feet braced, bucking sexily upon each long stroke of his prick. Abby was reveling in the sensation of Clark's steady, rock-hard cock and its corkscrew movements within the slippery confines of her rippling pussy.
Everybody should be fucking, she thought, and glanced over to where big Lucien had been leaning against the wall. The huge black man was now crouched over the writhing body of Therese, fondling the bronzed flesh while his mammoth prick stood out terrifyingly strong. Gabrielle was kneeling nude beside them, one hand cupping his balls, the other caressing Therese's tits. He took the woman's knees in his great hands and lifted them so that she was rolled back upon her shoulder blades, with her fluffy cunt exposed to him.
Lucien grunted as he shoved that massive cockhead into the redly dampened lips and forced them to stretch. The cheeks of his ass contracted as he fed that thick, long pole forcefully into Therese's pussy, ramrodding it home with a series of pushes. When his balls swung heavy against the crack of the girl's ass, she moaned in rapture and bent her knees so that she could brace her feet into his chest, contorting her flexible body so that she could take every swollen inch of that gigantic prick.
"Mom, oh Mom," Clark breathed into her ear as he wiggled his cock into her. "I wish I had a prick that big, so I could make you happier. But I love your pussy, and I go wild when I feel your legs around me, and I love your ass and these wonderful tits-oh darling, fuck me, fuck me!"
She gave it to him, humping and wheeling her ass in quick arcs, rubbing her crotch into his when his prick was deep, rolling it inside the liquid clenching of her vagina when he backed out. Strong and beautiful, her son's cock slid thrillingly in her juicy pussy, his balls fondling her ass in a lovely rhythm. Clark was gasping now, his cockhead jerking, and she hurried to match his completion.
They made it together, grinding and heaving, their mouths glued and their tongues curling frantically. She felt the sharp explosion of his come, the flinching of the head as it spat a small geyser of semen far up into the trembling reaches of her vagina, bathing her womb with the sticky fluid and drenching the walls.
Abby came gloriously, bucking in a frenzy of gratification, her pussy convulsing and twisting around the gorgeous shaft of young meat that was still dribbling rich cream into her. Eyes closed and head thrown back, she raked her pelvis savagely into her son's as her arms clamped him tightly, jealously close. It was good; it was always good, but somehow this time seemed even more magnificent, because they had fucked without the drugged wine controlling them. They had fucked because they needed to and wanted to, and the searing, shattering climax was beautiful.
Panting, Abby rolled her head and saw that now big Lucien was just shuddering to an orgasm with Therese, that the monster balls were leaping as they sent their pressures up along the heavy prick and out its flexing head. Therese's pussy was getting a hot bath, Abby thought, and saw Gabrielle tugging at the man as the girl went limp. Gabrielle wanted some of that wondrous meat, and was to get it Where were Delia and Bill? Abby found them curled together, but now the girl's back was against her father's belly, and his cock was into her mini-pussy from behind. They were lying on their sides, his arms around her tiny waist, and were barely moving, so Abby couldn't tell if they had come more than once.
Over beside the table, Nadine had tucked herself into a rose-olive ball; Farley was lying flat on the floor with his prick pointing up, its head glistening with residue from his mother's cunt. As Abby watched, Nadine slid her mouth down over that empurpled head and started to suck it.
Now Lucien was preparing to mount Gabrielle as she was braced on hands and knees for him, her black velvet ass gleaming, the heavy breasts hanging. Lucien was a bull as he kneeled behind the woman and used one hand to bend down his great prick so that the bulging head could be placed at the entrance of Gabrielle's springy-haired cunt Therese moved, too, coming to her knees and moving around in front of Gabrielle. She took the other woman's head in both hands and slid close, so that Gabrielle might dip her face into the steaming pussy Lucien had just fucked. Abby heard the sigh as Gabrielle moved her mouth down into the girl's arched and spread pussy, her thick tongue already working swiftly.
I'm leaving you for a little while, Mom," Clark said. He slipped his dripping shaft from her snatch, but bent to kiss the quivering hairs before he climbed off the couch. "We can't be selfish, we have to spread ourselves around, but HI be back to you. M always be back."
She saw him walk toward Nadine and Farley. Nadine lifted her mouth from her son's cock and looked up as Clark murmured something. Then Farley climbed unsteadily to his feet and both boys stood with their pricks thrust out, so that Nadine could take turns eating them. The lovely woman didn't hesitate; she pulled Clark's wet shaft into her mouth and worked her tongue over it then switched to Farley's. She would make one of them come, then the other, absorbing their ejaculations, draining both of their precious fluids in turn.
Bill Barton inched his shaft out of his daughter's clinging pussy, and lay stroking the delicate curves of her ass for awhile, his cockhead glistening with wet pearls of semen. Delia snaked along the carpet and rolled over, bringing her trim body erect. The miniature nipples were still pointing straight out, and Abby wondered what the girl was going to do next.
Delia took Bill by the hand and led him to the couch where Abby still lay. "Here, Dad-don't you want to fuck this gorgeous pussy? Go ahead, crawl over between her legs and let me guide your prick in for you."
She sat down beside the couch, her face on a level with Abby's, and smiled sultry-eyed at her mother. When Bill poised at the junction of her thighs, Abby felt the girl's hand, felt her husband's cockhead with it as Delia steered it into the juicy softness of the pussy lips. Delia didn't remove her hand then, but kept it upon her mother's mound when her father's prick pushed in to the hilt. She used her fingers to play over the greasy shaft as it stroked, and used them also to tease into Abby's clitoral hood.
Delia's mouth was sweet, her tongue fragile as it probed Abby's gasping mouth, and her hand continued to caress both prick and cunt below. Abby moved her lips over the girl's, ran her tongue into the small hot mouth, and all the while, she was hunching happily upon the burrowing shaft, riding the bulging, rubbery head and surging against the thickened base.
"You two beautiful bitches," Bill gasped. "The best cunts anywhere-both of you so hot and slippery and tight-oh man, how I love to fuck both of you! Abby, Abby-your pussy is chewing up my prick-oh, baby-baby-Delia's fingers on my balls-I'm coming, coming- you beautiful cunts!"
The spurting of his semen was furious, a boiling splash of syrupy liquid that flooded Abby's cunt walls, mixing with the pudding of come already there in the velvet folds. She stroked hungrily upon his stilled rod, grinding and seesawing until she hit her own mighty orgasm and shook in its hot wind.
For awhile, Abby went floating again, and when she opened her eyes, they were both gone from her. Bill was moving to Nadine, and the lovely woman greeted him by drawing him to the floor, rolling him over onto his back, and climbing on top of him to insert his greasy shaft into her pussy.
Delia was between the two boys, and Clark was just putting his cockhead into the sweet suction of the near-hairless cunt lips as his sister wiggled gleefully. Farley pillowed her head upon his lap, and when Delia licked along his balls, tipped the head of his swollen prick down to meet the open caress of her lips. The girl was a twisting, squirming minx, taking her brother's hard cock up into her small, hungry snatch, eating Farley's rod with an expression of pure happiness.
Blinking, Abby pivoted her head to see that the two black women were locked together, cunt to mouth, their legs wrapped about heads as they heaved and rolled, doing sixty-nine. That took care of just about everybody, she thought, still in a pink haze. The only ones not actively engaged in sex were herself, and - Lucien.
There he was, standing spread-legged before her. His heavy balls hung like big, wrinkled sacks between his hard thighs, and Abby's eyes were drawn hypnotically to the massive prick. It was so big, threatening her with the gargantuan head, pain implied in the veined trunk. She stared at it, fascinated but trembling.
"You ready for this now?" Lucien asked. "Your cunt is all wet and juicy from the fucking you already had, and it won't have trouble takin' my prick."
She dropped one foot off the couch and opened her knees. Her eyes clung to the polished velvet head as it moved above her belly, as Lucien lifted his great weight to the couch and made it sag. Fearfully, her fingers fluttered out to touch the glans, to know its silken, bumpy texture. Then it moved down and out, and she flinched as its spongy mass settled against the soapy lips of her cunt. Could her pussy accept it?
Gently, Lucien shoved, and her labia writhed over the oiled head of the monster cock, separating easily, fanning wider than any prick had forced them to, but stretching elastically to take that bulging knob inside them. Lucien shoved again, and Abby hiked her ass as the powerful rod penetrated, as it reached hugely up into her shuddering vagina to fill it and pack it and stretch its walls.
The glans pressed against her cervix, hitting bottom easily; she felt stuffed with the wondrous meat, and squirmed upon it, realizing what Nadine had meant when she said there was nothing like a huge prick filling a pussy. Lucien stroked her then, sliding that thick pole in and out of her blazing cunt, grinding its shaft across her inflamed clit with every move.
She came unexpectedly, gasping and moaning, but Lucien didn't even slow up; his shaft worked greasily into her vagina, and she arched suddenly to hammer against its root in another swift and searing orgasm. Panting for air, she threw back her head, but his big hands slid beneath her ass and lifted her crotch to meet his swiftening thrusts, and Abby shuddered to yet another climax.
Biting at his sweaty chest, digging her nails into his hard ass, she banged her pelvis into his, rotated her crotch and wrung down on his pistoning cock. Then she knew the leaping of his glans and the expansion of it, knew the thunderous spate of sizzling come that shot thickly from the slot. The greasy fluid soaked her cunt, drowned her womb and turned her vagina into a slippery pool of semen.
She had done it; she had taken this beautiful great prick and fucked it until it exploded. They hadn't fought each other; they had simply and lovingly fucked, each giving to and taking from the other.
Abby laughed aloud, and all heads turned toward her as she called out: "Hey, witch woman - your drugged wine backfired! We're fucking better than ever, with no hang-ups at all. So - eat your heart out, or better yet, go drink your own wine."
