A simple statement, isn't it? However, knowing something to be true intellectually is quite a different story from knowing it in the "gut."
Psychiatrists and psychologists the world around have been trying to convince us that the above statement is true. Physicians have found that nothing can relieve tensions better than sexual expression. Sex appears to be a "miracle" cure for problems ranging from over-weightness to relief of repressed aggression.
More and more persons are discovering that what these doctors have been saying for years is true. Many public commentators have remarked on the loosening of tight bonds on sexual activity. National magazines now readily publish articles and pictures concerning nudity, bisexuality, and the exchange of sexual partners by consenting adults. Advertisements for "swap clubs" abound in newspaper classifieds. The former President's own commission agreed that the changing American morality is, on the whole, quite healthy.
The discovery of sexual freedom has often been the pathway that leads many to a rediscovery of the self. Rather than hiding in fear behind the barbed-wire fence of guilt, many persons today are accepting themselves as they are, and this is only the first yet most necessary step in accepting others as they are.
Over fifty years ago, poet D.H. Lawrence said it best when he penned the following verse:
"That I am I.
That my soul is a dark forest.
That my known self will never be more than a little clearing in the forest.
That gods, strange gods, come forth from the forest into the clearing of my known self, and then go back.
That I must have the courage to let them come and go.
That I will never let mankind put anything over me, but that I will try always to recognize and submit to the gods in me and the gods in other men and women."
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Janet Foy was tense but happy. It was all she could do to keep her hands off her cunt. She could feel its swollen lips trying to open. Girl juice was trickling out, leaking through the thick tangle of dark hair. Up inside her there was an ache of sexual desire and need. She was simply dying for a cum. She could shove two soft fingers into her flowing twat and in five seconds she could be cumming. Just a few hard shoves into the tightness of her slippery hole. Just a finger's touch on her burning clitoris. It would all explode at once-a beautiful cum. But she couldn't do it.
The television repair man would be here in a minute.
She would commit adultery. Yes, she would fuck the man into weak-knead submission. It seemed impossible. After all, she was married to a fine man. Robert was a dear and he was good in bed, too.
"Ooooohhhh!" she wailed, closing her eyes. The very thought of Robert Foy's cock gave her a red hot blast of cum itch. It was terrible to be thinking of another man's cock at the same time. Especially a stranger's.
She heard the sound of a motor and looked out of her bedroom window. From the second floor, she could see over the trees on their big lot. How nice it was to have all this privacy! Living in Rancho Rico in this comfortable old house.
Just the thought of privacy was also the thought of fucking and being fucked. Of lying on her back with her eyes closed and her beautiful thighs open, her cunt slickly ready for the strange cock. And no neighbors were able to see the TV man's panel truck so they could have plenty of time.
She saw the top of the truck over the thick hedge of oleanders. It was really here at last! Soon she would be seeing the man who would fuck her! Soon she would be fumbling his cock cut of his sweated work pants! It would be soft but it would be getting bigger.
"Oh God! Please help me!" she prayed. Her legs trembled as she saw the truck turn up her driveway. Her trembling pussy throbbed with the intensity of her need. "I've got to hold myself in," she muttered fiercely. "I've got to let him make the first move!"
She watched the big fellow get out of the truck, easily, casually. God, he was big! But maybe he just looked big because Robert was kind of small.
She knew the man by sight. When she had felt the surge of heat start in her guts she had begun to look around. She would simply have to have a strange cock soon, she knew that. This time she wanted to choose the man carefully. The time of passion which came to her now and then could be dangerous. She had been frightened a couple of times, so this time she had started to look around as soon as the urge set up its hot anticipation in her sensitive cunt ... someone who could come to her home in a natural way. So that if anyone did see him, there could be no suspicion. After all, she and Robert were a respected couple in the wealthy little community.
There was the musical chime coming up the stairs from her front door bell. The television man, was here!
She clutched at her full breasts, unconfined under her swirling negligee. They were aching with her heat. She would have to pull herself together and let him in.
She started to move to the hall and then to the stairs, but her knees wavered. She was near the window so she simply opened the screen and called out: "Mr. Benson! I'm upstairs! Please let yourself in and come up!"
She smiled at her reflection in the mirror. Her voice had been steady, none of that cocksucker's whine in it. She was in charge of herself. She would be in charge of all that happened.
She had gone in and out of several stores in Del Rey and Sonrisa Beach before she had decided on The Man. She had no illusions about herself. Once that trembling heat began in her belly and her pussy, she was lost. Or found, maybe. Because the self that wanted to get fucked, had to get fucked when the urge came, might well be her true self.
Anyhow, on the third day she had gone into Benson's Appliance and TV. The big auburn-haired man had been quiet and polite, but he had certainly eyed her breasts thoroughly. And that had been enough. She loved to have her breasts used. To have them sucked and mauled and mashed and pulled.
She heard the big man coming up the steps and called: "This way, Mr. Benson! The set's in here!"
She could have melted in sexual heat right there on the floor. The minute she saw him she knew she had been right. Because he looked at her with that special kind of knowing look, the look that said: "Okay, lady, I know what you want and I'm gonna give it to you!" It was as plain in his look and manner as if he had jerked out his cock and said: "Here it is, baby! Suck it!"
Jerome Benson, known as "Sonny" to his many friends, was all that Janet Foy could have dreamed. He was no stranger to this sort of fuck-matinee. His looks and his good manners made that inevitable. And his job helped, too, because
TV and appliance service calls are a daytime thing. In most households the man is at work during the day.
It was simply a matter of statistics. If you call on so many women and smile and smile and talk and talk, sooner or later the vital words are said. And the fucking begins. And big Sonny Benson got his share.
In fact, he got such a big share that he was very discriminating, fucking only those women who looked good to him.
Janet smiled and turned gracefully to the big color TV.
"This is the set," she said. "Ordinarily, I'd have had someone pick it up. But my husband loves baseball and this is Monday night. You know," she said. "Monday night on NBC."
He was acute enough to know she must feel like a fool to make such inane conversation and to use such an excuse. But it would make her feel worse to say: "Yes, sure, Mrs. Foy. But what you want is to be fucked, so why fool around?" No, it very definitely wouldn't be nice to say that.
And besides, he wanted to fuck her so bad he could taste it. She was exactly what he liked. Not that his Old Lady was anything to poke fun at. But Mrs. Foy was different.
She moved to the set. This negligee was so-o-o nice. If she stood still, it fell on her in drapes. That way, in spite of the transparent material, it covered her. But when she moved, if someone looked quickly, he saw everything. And she wanted this big redhead to see everything. And to want it.
He looked at the set but he saw it only as a prop for the woman. He was very particular about wasting his hard-ons on women who only partially aroused him. But this woman-wow!
Lady, he thought, you've sure got the knockers. I sure want to eat those tits! I wish you'd twirl like you did before. For he had seen her big, firm breasts standing out from her chest as the light fabric lifted and showed them. I think I saw your little pussy, too, lady, his thought ran on. Sure looked neat. And dark. I love those black-haired little cunts.
So he was smiling up at her and setting his tool box down on her bedroom carpet. And she was smiling at him while her mind was ten feet away. Back on the big bed. Her bed and Robert's.
"Dodger fan, huh?" the big man asked. "Your husband, I mean." He turned away to make certain the set was unplugged, and Janet leaned farther over the set. She knew he was looking at her jugs, and she felt a prickly interest in his gaze. It pleased' her to know that he was looking. She moved her left leg so that her thighs were apart. She wanted the feel of his politely hungry eyes on her cunt.
It felt as if it were hanging open. Her interest in the man was very keen. Especially now that he was proving to be eager to see more. She concentrated very hard on such words as cunt and cock and fuck. Ideas can be transferred from one mind to another. She knew that. If she thought of fucking, maybe the man would think of fucking. Her cunt itched and burned with heat as she thought of fucking.
"Is it something serious?" she asked, leaning down to expose more of her right breast.
"Too early to see," the man said. He blushed. "Er, I mean it's too early to say. Have to see what's wrong. Haha!"
Haha my pretty pink ass, Janet Foy thought. This dude's getting a hard-on and it's affecting his brains. She laughed in a lady-like way.
"I just meant I hoped it wouldn't take long," she explained. "Wouldn't want to keep you away from the shop. I expect you're pretty busy. Can't stay away too long."
The rankly beautiful scent of cunt was everywhere in the room. Sonny Benson knew that smell. It was better than gardenias to him. Better than the smell of frying pork chops on a wintry night. More arousing than the aroma of hot rum after a day on the ski slopes. Cunt! It made his tongue hard. But he drew, out the works of the television set and wondered why women who wanted him always pulled out that most visible wire.
He got up and stared at her, trying to be certain that she had staged this meeting. If he could be sure of that, he could be sure she wanted to fuck. His cock was rising in his lightweight gray slacks. She would see it soon.
"Don't worry about my time, Mrs. Foy," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. His hands burned with the itch to grab those tits, to push roughly under that filmy whatever-it-was-called and rub her slick cunt. "I've got all afternoon if I need it. Say, does it seem hot to you?" He made a sound of forced laughter.
Janet felt a weakness strike in her legs. It came with the rising wave of heat in her cuntal area. Dully throbbing in her inner cunt lips, swelling them with hot blood.
Oh God, she thought, it's real. He's going to fuck me! For a moment she wanted his cock so bad that she could taste it. She was unaware of the cunt fragrance which swirled around her because that was almost always with her. But she could sense the heat of this beautiful redheaded man. Not just the heat of the day. Not just the clean, sharp acridity of perspiration. Although she found that male scent lovely and provocative.
No, this was stronger. It was crotch perfume. The dense odor of sweated balls. The throat-clogging aroma that rises from a warm prick when the foreskin rolls back. The gaggingly marvelous pungency of the ass-hole and the humid furrow where it hides out.
She tried to focus on the question asked her by Benson. He had asked if she was hot? Or if the room was hot? She felt the quick sting of perspiration under her arms and an answering jolt of heat between her thighs, along the warm, smooth skin on the insides of them where she wished this big man's hand was pushing, prying, feeling.
She could see very plainly that the man had a hard-on. Or else he had some very strange sort of wrench in his pocket. Just looking at it made her heart beat faster. It made her cunt juice of its own accord. Not a real cum, just a quick flow of female lubricant.
"It is hot," she managed to say. "Won't you take your, uh, shirt off? Will that help? Or can I get you a cold drink?"
She was babbling, but it was a struggle not to give in to this inevitable event. A struggle not to rip the negligee off and cry: "Look! Here I am, naked and hot! Won't you please fuck me?"
Benson had moved near her and was looking into her eyes. He was asking a question and she knew what it was. And since she dared not do or say the thing nearest her heart, she did the next best thing. She removed the need for words.
With a gasped out: "Oh, please help me!" she leaned toward the repair man and held up her hands. If necessary, she intended to fall. But he caught her. Caught her with his big hands alongside her tits. Caught her so that she pressed against him. The flame in her guts rose again, hotter than before. The hard ache in her swollen tits became a deep run of painful joy. And her sensitive belly confirmed what she had thought. The man had a hard-on.
The big redhead was as relieved as the woman. The die was cast. It was no longer a question of whether this woman wanted to fuck or not. His cock was as stiff as an oaken cudgel, as hot as a booster tube in an old fashioned TV set. Without any more ado, he lifted her to the bed and on it.
He ran the zipper down at the front of his slacks and pulled out his shirttails. He was looking intently at the dark-haired woman on the bed and she was rolling her head from side to side, moaning: "No! No!" but she was making no effort to escape. The man understood. She wanted reassurance that he was a co-fucker, that she was not alone in her desire to have her cunt plugged by a hot cock.
He was naked in a few seconds. His cock stood out, hard and throbbing. He took a handful of the sheer negligee in one big paw and pulled on it.
"You'd better take this off, lady," he growled. "I aim to fuck you. No use in tearing your pretty clothes!" There, he thought, that ought to ease your conscience.
"Ohhhh, ohhhh!" the woman moaned softly. "Please don't hurt me!" She rolled expertly out of the clinging fabric and Sonny Benson's cock gave a jerk of anticipation. This woman was beautiful! Her tits were really big for a rather small woman. His own wife was beautiful too, and he loved her tits. But she was an Earth Mother. This dainty, strong-looking woman was an old song come to life. Sophisticated Lady. Her neatly rounded belly was like pink satin but so warm and responsive to the touch of his hand.
Her waist was small, but seemed even smaller because of the opulence of her titties and the flare of her hips.
With an intentionally rough hand, guessing this type of woman might require it, he grabbed an ankle and pulled on it. Her legs came apart.
The woman squeaked in fright, but now he knew beyond a doubt that she wanted cock more than anything in the world.
She had a magnificent cunt. Its outer lips were extremely large and fat, running all the way back to her fuck hole. As he pulled her legs apart, these lips had popped open. The inside was a deep shade of coral pink and it was shining from oozing fluids. And the hole, normally closed by its strong ring of muscles, gaped open. It was almost blood-red from her inner heat. As he watched it, his cock throbbing, it opened and closed convulsively. It was gulping! like a hungry mouth!
The shine of red lips through the dark cunt hair gave him a shivering appetite. His tongue grew hard and saliva flooded his mouth.
"AAaaagggghhh!" he cried, his mind out of gear with lust.
He dropped to his knees and plunged his mouth into the yawning red hole. His nose mashed flat into the slickness of her warm inner lips. Curly black hair tickled his cheeks. The reek of hot cunt was strong and beautiful in his nostrils.
But the taste! The taste of her cunt! That was more beautiful!
He sucked into the hole, running his tongue deep inside it to lick out the sexual honey. His lips writhed as the flow threatened to spill out of the corners of his mouth.
He knew that the woman was writhing and screaming but he could not stop. He wanted her cunt, wanted to eat it and suck it until she came. And in spite of his lust and the fire of his passion, he thought first of all that she needed to cum.
She had actually been juicing in a mild way the moment he touched her. She had been expelling a hot flood of inner fluids when her vagina had opened and closed. But this was a truly big orgasm now and it swept her entire body.
He licked harder getting into the crease on the outside of her hairy lips. Along the sweated furrow where the body and thighs join, where the curly hairs straggle away from the thickly-haired cunt lips and die away along the smoothness of a woman's inner thigh. He could make out her noises.
"Oh God! Suck me! SUCK ME! Suck my cunt! Oh, get that cum juice out! SUCK! SUCK! AAARRRGGGHHH!" And all the time her ass was weaving and beating up and down. Her thighs were heaving up to hold his strong jaws. Her cunt was opening and closing on his slippery tongue as its hardness swept her into a delight greater than she had ever known.
His hands were around her thighs holding her cunt tight against him. He did not want to lose a drop of her strong, fragrant juice. He did not want to lose contact with those slick and writhing inner lips. And more than anything else he wanted to keep sucking on that loving, living cunt hole.
His forehead was beginning to sweat. His cock was throbbing so hard that he was afraid he might blow his nuts at any minute. His forehead felt the smoothness of her belly, just as his closed eyes felt the brush of her deeply piled cunt hair. He was breathing like a steam engine pulling up a grade. Each indrawn breath brought him the rich and powerful perfume of pussy from her open cunt as well as from the softly curled cunt hair.
At last the woman's body stopped heaving and her cunt slackened. She was still sobbing but her hand in his dark red hair was gentle.
He got up after taking one final slurping kiss at the slick clutch of inner labia. He looked at the woman and thought she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Her body seemed to glow with suppressed heat. The hard cum had swollen her breasts so that their smooth skin shone with the tightness of inner pressure.
She smiled at him and he smiled down at her, suddenly feeling that he had found a most precious fuck, possibly the perfect fuck. And he had not even fucked her yet.
She looked at him, his strong face gleaming with the juices from her body. Her hand went out to his great cock, and tears were in her eyes. She took hold of it with the greatest care, knowing it was about to shoot its heavy load of sperm. She had plans for that powerful load of cum.
"Come to me, Mr. Benson," she whispered, looking at him with all the feverish love in her body. "Give me this big cock! Oh, please! I must kiss him! I must suck out that cream!"
Her small hand was around the broad, hairy base of his prick. Her fingers held it lightly as they thrilled at the heavy pulse in the big veins.
"You can have it any way you want it, Mrs. Foy," the big man whispered, and suddenly laughed in delight. "What kind of nuts are we?" he asked. "I've just sucked the juice out of your pussy. You're holding my fuck stick. And you're calling me Mr. and I'm calling you Mrs.! That's crazy I"
The dark woman blushed slightly. There was a slight dew of perspiration on her lush body. She ran a pink and pointed tongue out around her lips and a drop of saliva oozed from the corner of her mouth.
Her mouth was one of the most starkly sexual points about her, the man had thought from his first look. His granddad had some old movie magazines and had once shown him a picture of Mae Murray. "The girl with the bee-stung lips," she had been called. And his grandfather had chortled: "If you ever see a mouth like that, Jerome, try to get your cock in it!" He remembered the old man's advice. Janet Foy truly had the most sensuous lips he had ever seen.
Thick and cushiony, like her hairy cunt lips. Dark red without benefit of lipstick. Seemingly swollen just as her nether lips were, and delicately textured like the slick inner lips of her cunt.
"Do you want to sixty-nine, darling?" he whispered. "Do you want me to suck you again? I mean while you're sucking me off? Remember, I have all afternoon. What we give up for this moment, we can have later. With interest!" he chuckled, thrusting his cock toward her breasts.
"Oh, he's so lovely!" Janet cried, looking up at him from under her curling lashes as she held the redheaded monster against one smooth breast. "And I want that hot jism so bad! Can you kneel while I raise up a little? I'll show you how much I want your jizz!"
The earthiness of this dainty woman brought a new surge of masculine power to Sonny Benson. "Suck me until I shoot it," he assented. "Then I'll suck you until it's hard again. If that's what you want, lovely!"
She raised her free arm to put it around his neck, and he tumbled onto the bed as they kissed. He had never known a mouth so hot and sweet. Those thick lips closed on his and a long tongue swept its slick strength into his mouth. His hands sought her tits and he was amazed by their firmness and the size of her nipples. How old was she? At least as old as Irene, his wife. Thirty-five? Older? Her breasts were youthful, vibrant. like her cunt. He thought of those slippery, strong muscles in her pussy as he sucked on her tongue. But mainly, he enjoyed the delicacy of her touch on his cock.
When their mouths separated at last, Janet held his face between her hands so that she could look at him better. For those first pregnant minutes, she could see him only dimly. The sweeping power of her lust had made everything hazy.
Now she could look at him as a person. She loved the way his darkly auburn hair grew close to his well shaped head. She loved the kindness and good humor in his full lipped mouth and green eyes. And then she remembered the broad, thick cock she had been holding in her hand.
He lay on his side as she burrowed down into his lap, letting her decide how she was going to accomplish what she wanted. She was like a busy child, muttering to herself as she pushed and tugged at his legs and body.
His anticipation was higher than hers when she at last opened that fantastic mouth and swallowed his cockhead.
She took it in gently, opening her thick lips just enough to let it slide in between her teeth. The gamy scent and richness of taste made her gulp as her saliva flooded. She loved the softness of the head and the satin smoothness of the loose skin that rolled back as she sucked him. She remembered she had wanted him kneeling, since she wanted to control and aim his spurts of semen, but this was too sweet to interrupt. The wild scent of his crotch, sweated on this bright summer day, was intensely moving. She held his cock in a tight little fist and went down on it hard. Then in a quick move she took her mouth away to lick between his hairy thighs, shivering in her hot guts at the masculine tang of sweat.
With a couple of shoves of her body she made him roll on his back. He drew his feet back and his thighs fell apart. She saw his nuts, as big as hen's eggs in their hairy sac. With a groan of passionate delight she once more released his cock so that she could kiss those reservoirs of sperm. The voluptuousness of her tongue on his balls made the man quiver. It delighted the woman, who immediately sucked one of the big gonads into her slippery mouth. She tongued it tenderly, sucking at the grating hairs, enjoying the feel of being alive and filled with sex. If only a man had two cocks! Or perhaps three!
He began to let his big fingers drag down the crack between her lovely buttocks, picking up the slick syrup which had flowed so hotly from her writhing cunt. Every long dark hair at the mouth of her vagina was plastered down with the clear goo. He brought his fingers to his mouth, the sensuality of their joining giving him more pleasures.
The sucking on his balls was highly inflammatory, especially since Janet had never stopped jerking him off. In a way, he wanted most intensely to shoot his load into her gorgeous mouth. To feel his heavy load of thick sperm shoot into her cheeks and down her throat. To feel those powerful throat muscles massaging his dick as she swallowed his hot showers of jism. But he had said: "Any way you want it, darling!" and he meant it. But he was close to bursting as he stroked in her lush ass, felt her warm breasts moving on his belly, and watched her soft hand work on his cock.
"I'm just about to shoot my load, honey," he said in a low voice. "I don't know where you want to catch it, so I thought I'd better let you know ... NOW! NOW!" he cried. "It's SHOOTING! Take it, baby! Suck it! Take it!"
During the first sharpness of feeling he lost his head just the least bit. But then the desire to get all of the pleasure in this lovely moment calmed him. He clutched her ass and pulled it to his face for just a moment. Just long enough to suck greedily at her cunt hole, in fact.
And then she caught the second rope of his milky white joy juice in that glorious mouth, holding his cock like a hose and aiming it at her face. She was laughing in a demoniac gaiety, her beautiful little face as intent as a stalking leopard's. She was muttering.
"Shoot it in me, baby! Oh, watch that cock fire that big load! OHHHH! Bullseye! Sweet meat! Sweet peter! Fill me up, lover! Fill my belly with your cream!"
He felt something warm drip on his forearm and turned his head even as he was creaming all over Janet's face. It was unbelievable. Her cunt was open again and the woman juice was trickling out in a steady stream, gathering in the bush of dark cunt hair and dribbling down.
He looked back to see Janet taking the final spurts from his cock. She was sucking on it again. Her mouth was the most voluptuously satisfying pocket that his experience had ever known. Her thick lips were like some man-eating flower from a jungle of love. Her sucking was tender and strong, her tongue a wise judge of where to give him joy.
Her breasts were swollen again. Their dark nipples were almost black and the big circles of bumpy tissue around them was puffed like another tit. He took both of them in his hands, milking her as hard as he could. He knew she enjoyed it because of the increased flurry of action on his cock.
There was another giant throb gathering in his balls. Janet must have sensed it for she sucked him very hard. As his mighty tool convulsively swelled for the blast, Janet pulled it out and let it spray over her breasts, trickling down the man's hands. One of the last spurts shot between the heavy tits and reached his face. With a smile of understanding, he squeezed Janet's solid ass, feeling his fingers slide in the cunt flow smeared there.
She still kept her soft hand on his fat cock as she sat up. Her face wore a beautific smile.
"Oh, Sonny, that was the most completely glorious experience of my life!" she gasped. "What a lot of that marvelous cream! OHHHH!" and she jerked and fell on him. "Touch my cunt! OHHHH! THERE! Finger fuck me! I'm CUM-MING! OHHHH! There! There! Oh, wonderful!"
She lay on him with her big breasts mashed flat and soft against his body. There was so much of his cum juice on her that she slipped and slid as she tried to kiss his mouth.
He held her, laughing. She was partly on him, partly off. Her luscious butt was just a few inches from his hand. He pried into its divided beauty just for the pleasure of touching that loving cunt's slippery folds.
"You're the greatest," he whispered as she jumped under his touch. "So sweet! So beautiful!"
"I'm terrible," she said, turning her face against his chest. "I don't know what you'll think of me. I don't do this sort of thing, you know. Not that I expect you to believe it."
He smiled up at the ceiling. He could feel the warmth of her breasts pressing into him.
"Of course I believe you, darling," he said. "Just as I expect you to believe I never did anything like this before, either!"
She raised her face, looking angry. She tried to get up but he held her easily.
"Listen, Janet Foy," he said. "I like you. I'm not hard up for sex. You must know that. But you are so beautiful! I mean that. One of the most beautiful women I ever saw. Made for fucking!" He squeezed her hard against him. "And you were so hot when I came in that you would have fucked an anteater. So don't lie to me. You don't have to. Whatever you ever did before is none of my business. What you do after this minute is none of my business."
He took her mutinous face and kissed her thoroughly. "But what I feel for you, what we're doing now, is my business! Do you understand what I mean?"
She was beginning to tremble, lying on him. It worried him just a little. To find such a hot woman and then to lose her because of some ass-hole cliche of bogus morality! The feel of her warm, smooth body lying on him was a reminder of the slick glories of her cunt. Of her beauty. Of her hot mouth with its thick lips that had so lushly worked the jism out of his balls. How terrible to lose her! And then his heart leaped with relief. She was laughing. She was kissing along his breast, picking up little hickey-sized mouthfuls of his flesh. The same wet suction that had drained his cock was teasing the skin on his chest.
"You're so right, Sonny Benson!" the woman said warmly. "That was such a stupid question'What will you think of me?' I know what you'll think. You'll think that I'm a woman who burns up at times. Who gets so hot in the pussy that she simply has to be fucked. Who loves sex better than anything else in the world." She had moved her hand down to take his cock again, fingering it tenderly. "That's what I want you to think! What we've had is fucking raised to its highest degree. The last thing I want to do is to louse it up with hypocritical remorse. Will you fuck me? Will you shove that big scary monster cock of yours into my cunt? Will you spray another load of that thick, hot cream into my pussy?"
He had wrestled her strong and pneumatic body off him so that he could feast his eyes again on her crotch. Now that some of the blinding passion had been siphoned off, he could look closely at the leaky treasure his mouth and fingers had explored. To look at those thick lips with their modest covering of curly dark hair. To look at the crack that separated the smoothly muscled globes that formed her ass. To look at the cross-hatching of hairs on either side of her pink and wrinkled ass-hole. To peer into the humid crevice made slick by the hot oils from her vagina.
And now he was going to get his cock up again. Already it had that wonderful itch in the head.
"Can you feel me licking your cock, darling?" a sweet voice said. "Oh, he's so sweet! So scary! I can hardly wait to have you stab him into my pussy. OOOHHH! Just thinking of it makes me feel cummy!"
She bucked her crotch toward him. He saw that hot and slippery-muscled hole gape and close in red lined loveliness and his heart skipped a beat. Very soon now he would have his prick in there. Her blood heat would warm its surface. Its slick folds would wrap around it lovingly. The strong muscles in the sucking walls of her cunt would caress it, and finally suck his cum into the hot darkness of her belly.
"Sweet baby, I hear you good," he said hoarsely. "Open it up, mama. I'm about ready to spear your cunt with my meat!"
CHAPTER TWO
It had been a good summer for Bob Foy. Business had never been better. And his beautiful wife had never been hotter. She was such a fragrant and juicy delight in her wanton bed-manners. He was lucky. Some guys who came to him in his" capacity as a marriage counselor had wives who were sexually crippled. Couldn't cum. Grew angry at any suggestion of oral sex.
"The only time I can get into my old lady's cunt is when I try to suck her out," one client had said. "Or ask her to do a little sixty-nine. She give me a fast fuck as the lesser of two evils."
Man, that was sad. Bob Foy, sitting in his office, smiled as he thought of his own good fortune. But he had his problems, too. After fifteen ears of marriage that was only natural. Even the most sex-oriented couple will some day find that here are no more variations to titillate their sexuality.
Why, only this morning they had failed to consummate what could have been a wonderful fuck.
His cock had been hard as iron, throbbing with zest and cum-quick itchiness. And he knew that Janet was in one of her cuntal heat waves. Man, when Jan got that way, you couldn't miss it! You could actually feel warmth flow out of that super cunt of hers. And you sure as hell could smell it! He smiled in tender reminiscence. Janet was a hell of a girl!
A hard prick and a hot pussy! Surely that spelled a successful joining of his joy stick and her drippy-sweet cunt. He had her get up on her knees, the height of her split ass emphasized by her head being down on the bed. Her pouting pussy in all its dark-haired splendor was thrust out like a cup in a beggar's hand. Its grainy pink lining was swelled from her inner heat and shining with the sweet slime from deep up her cunt. In fact, the juice was dripping out. And her tits were hard and swollen with her needs.
But something had happened.
He had slammed it into her too hard. Maybe. It had slid into her with a rush, aided by her slick flow of cunt juice. In this exaggerated position, her vagina had been foreshortened and her cervix was near her entry. But what the hell!?
They had fucked this way many a time. And Jan had shouted in the triumph of cumming when he had slammed against her womb.
Only this morning it had been different.
She had shouted, all right. "What the fuck are you trying to do? Tear my guts out?" And she had jerked her lovely ass from side to side, un-cunting him. And what does a guy's cock do? Bob's had fallen.
Tears and kisses and apologies hadn't done any good. Jan had the most wonderful mouth in the world. If it were not for her dignified position as his wife, he would enter her for the title of "The World's Champion Cocksucker." He had told her that on many occasions, the two of them laughing and loving.
And with his training he certainly should have been able to straighten out his own mind, overcome his frustration and hostility. But his feelings were still smarting.
Oh, well, he knew a cure for that. He looked at his watch. Irene Benson was due for her counseling period in five minutes. His receptionist-bookkeeper, Miss Terry Linden, had gone to lunch. After checking his appointments.
"You won't need me around for a couple of hours," she had teased him, wagging her cute little tits right up to press them against his sheer white shirt. They were small and hard and hot, just a real good mouthful. Or handful. And their creased little nipples were as hard as pink bullets when her ass was hot, which was only during two periods of the day: nighttime and daytime.
She had given his cock and balls a thoroughgoing caress. Hand way down under at first, almost at his ass-hole. Then cupping his balls warmly and with knowledgeable gentleness. And finally a straightforward feel of his cock. She was a great little girl to have around. Very confidential. Always willing. And no real worry at all. He'd had her on The Pill since she was fourteen when her worried parents had asked him for advice.
His advice had mainly been to avoid young boys. They were most--likely to give her a dose of clap. And he had proved to her that, generally speaking, a mature man's prick was better.
He watched her leave with a fatherly eye, enjoying the play of her muscular, beautiful young ass. What a treat to lick between those globes! What a fringe benefit to push his lips deep into that girlish twat and drink its young cunt goo!
He heard the front door of his office open and close. He heard the muted metallic report as the safety latch was activated. Dear Irene, what a meticulous person! What a marvelous patient!
He had kicked off his shoes and socks and loosened his slacks as soon as Terry departed. His big cock was beginning to fatten and stretch to almost its full size. He could hear softly swishing noises from the front office and knew it was the sound of Irene peeling her magnificent body. As he laid aside his shirt to become stark naked, he moved silently into the other room. And his heart and cock both leaped.
He went quickly to the blonde woman who stood in a small pile of clothes. She was loosening the brassiere she didn't need but which custom decreed. Her big breasts were luminous in the dimness of the office. Their nipples were long and thick, jutting from two circles of nubby pink flesh. If her husband thought of her as an Earth Mother type he was right, Robert agreed. The generous spread of her pelvic cradle, the richness of dimension in her sculptured thighs, they promised the gifts of love and motherhood.
As she turned to Robert Foy and murmured "Come to me, my long-cocked baby!" he knew the thrill of coming incest. The feel of fucking a genuine mother figure, of sucking breasts laden with milk and digging a hand into the warmest, wettest cunt in Santa Vaca County.
"Give me your tits," he whispered, embracing the warm body with controlled strength. His hands crept softly between her thighs, rubbing at the super soft skin. There was a dew of female perspiration on this, the naturally warmest spot on a woman's body. He moved his hands upward in a purposeful slide. The crisp blonde cunt hair was sticky and slick with the gradual formation of cum juice in her vagina.
"When I park my car next to your building, my darling Baby-Bob," the richly formed woman had whispered to him on their second session, "I start to juice! Yes, darling! To juice, to overflow my vagina. To feel the itch of cunt goo leaking through the hair. And all for you! To grease me so your vunderdong can enter my body without tearing my flesh!"
"Vunderdong?" Bob Foy had asked with a grin. "What the hell's that?"
The woman had clutched him to her warm breast, kissed him thoroughly and laughed like a schoolgirl. "Bullshit," she said. "A made-up word. I just mean you have one hell of a cock."
And she had proved she appreciated it.
Now he had his hand up between her strongly rounded thighs and the entire fork of his right hand was buried between her warm and oozing cunt lips.
"Jesus, Bobby, that feels good," the Earth Goddess groaned. "You devil! Kiss me! And then suck my pussy. Will you? Please, my dear? Oh, God, how I want you!" Her ass quivered through all its muscles as he let her down on the thick carpet.
"Don't start sucking me off just yet, Irene," he begged. "I get so hot when I stick my tongue in your cunt that I cum too quick. Wow, look at that sweet thing!" he cried, pressing her blonde-furred lips apart to show the cum-greased flower of her inner labia. They were so engorged with blood that they were almost scarlet. Holding his forearms as a brace, the woman playfully pumped her smooth ass up and down, so that her opened pussy seemed to be reaching for his mouth.
He sniffed the heavy scent of warm pussy. It clogged his throat with feeling. He held her thighs open and made little wet imprints on the damp inner thighs. His tongue twirled in the short hairs that straggled away from the cuntal nest. Her ass continued to pump at him.
"Oh, Baby-Bob," the woman whispered. "Oh, you're getting so close to my cunny! Oh, darling, I feel your breath on the inside of my pussy! It's leaking out my love for you! OHHHH!"
Passion struck into her guts as his cheek touched her at a tender spot. Pale fire itched in her pink twat, a convulsion of muscle throbbed inside her. Heat rose around her womb and she cried out again: "OHHH! Baby, that's so good! Oh, I'm so hot! Please let me have your cock! Please let me have it!"
He was so close to her that he saw the taut membrane stretched over her clit. The little bud was gray with its inner pressures, its deep needs. To please her, he licked up the greasy furrow of flesh.
"Mmmmm!" he hummed. His lips were pressed on the juicy surface of her split. The vibration of his humming picked up the tingling of every nerve in her exposed pussy. The heated cunt aromas crept into his nostrils and her fuck hole moved convulsively. As it opened and closed like a craving mouth, a clear stream of woman-cum pumped out.
He moved his head quickly to suck up this sweetly saline cunt syrup. He swept his hard tongue into the momentarily opened gap, hooking it in as deep as it would reach. His mouth reveled in the rich juice, his nose in the sweet strength of the savory hole. And his cock, swollen almost to bursting, throbbed with each heart beat.
He wrapped both his arms around Irene's big thighs. Holding her in this manner gave him an advantage. He could keep his sucking mouth plastered over her wet hole, gouging his chin into the moist crack of her ass. He was anchored to her so that no amount of thrashing would throw him.
She was so happy throughout her entire body that she did not care for anything but her inner feelings. Little waves of itching lust swept through her belly, around her clit. There was a growing warmth in her cunt and it seemed to spill out each time Bob licked at her. She loved the rasping of his cheeks on the tender skin of her thighs. But she loved the touch of his lips and tongue on her cunt even better.
"Darling," she murmured through her teeth, "is it all right with you if I cum? OH, I HAVE TO!" she screamed, and she whipped her strong body up and down in the throes of orgasm. "AAAGGGGHHHH! OH, BOBBY! MY DEAR! MY DEAR! SUCK ME! OHHHH!"
She lay panting after the storm and fire of such a huge orgasm had filtered through her body. "Feel my breasts, dear," she said hoarsely. "They feel like they'll burst!"
She pulled one of his clasping hands away from her leg and placed it over her breast. She was right. Her tit seemed swollen to twice its normal size. It was tight and full, and the big nipple was as big as Bob's thumb.
He moved along the thick carpet, getting his face up to where he could take the nipple in his mouth. It was hard and interesting to the touch of his lips and tongue. Heat had swollen it and made it rigid. Heat had also darkened its color so that it was a cherry red.
"Ooooohhh!" the solid woman moaned, twisting her body as the electric shock of his deep suction burst in her tenderized breast nerves. "Oooooohhhh, baby! My big child! Oooh, can you get some milk out, darling baby? Suck hard! Ohhh! Oh, Jesus, Bobby! Oh, that hits right down to my cunt!"
She pushed him away and sat up, laughing. He knelt beside her, squeezing one of the firm, full titties. He was laughing, too. "I know and you know that a pussy's a pussy," he said. "And a prick's a prick. So tell me, why do we go so crazy for each other?"
She stroked his throbbing cock and kissed him on the cheek. "Whew!" she whistled. "Warm weather brings out the flavor of my twat, doesn't it, doll?" She kissed his mouth, tonguing him briefly.
"A week ago, I would have said because it's a strange cunt, a strange cock," she said. "You advise me and Sonny to expand our sex lives. You even suggested that he might find your wife willing. That's counseling above and beyond the call of duty. And I knew right from the start that your cock was the one I wanted."
Bob grinned ruefully. "And now I'm hooked on you," he said. "I love your cunt, and you know it!"
"You love my cunt, and I love your cock, but neither of us is hooked. That's the whole idea. You said it was, anyhow."
He pulled her down to the floor again and shoved his cock up close to her breasts. "You're only partly right," he said, "I never expected to feel so much personal interest in a client. It was just routine." He ran his hand deep into the softly flowing lips of her twat. "You and Sonny getting less and less pleasure from sex. Too dignified,' he said. And he was 'not enterprising enough,' according to you. So I suggested new horizons." He chuckled, ramming his hard cock between her heavy breasts.
She took his hard prick in her hand and kissed it, opening her heavy lips to take the dark red head into her mouth.
She licked her lips and grinned. "You've got something in your mind," she said. "You didn't get into this pose by accident." She cupped his balls in her soft hand, squeezing them gently, rubbing a warm finger along the base of his cock.
"I want to-wait a minute! What the hell!? Who's the counselor around here?" He was only half joking in his display of temper. "I'm the guy that's telling you, and you're the patient who's taking the advice," he said.
The woman kissed the inside of his thigh and smiled. "Yes, master," she jibed, but her voice was tender.
He rolled again, so that he was against her, facing her feet, but not putting his face down into the trough of her pussy. He fucked against her smooth skin, between her breasts. He rotated his hips so that the power of his body smashed her boobs and made them grip his cock.
"Ooh," the woman groaned. "Whatever you're doing, it feel hot and wonderful to me. Ooh, Bobby, dear! Fuck again. That's so lovely! Can you see my big old hairy twat down there? It's all yours, you know. Ooh! Fuck against me! Oh, Bobby! Please shoot it out on my belly!"
She writhed like some pale, smooth-fleshed snake and the pressure on his cock raised him almost to the sweet agony of cumming. She sensed it from the hard swell of his cock and she used both her hands to push her big titties close around his erect penis. He held her thighs again, but this time he was a foot from her cunt. He could smell its rich fragrance and his mouth watered as he remembered the tangy savor as he had sucked it only minutes before.
"Get ready for something, Irene," he said gaily. "I have a little surprise for you."
She squealed and bucked, almost making him cum too soon.
"Oh, I love surprises!" she cried. "Shove anything you've got anywhere you want to," she instructed. Her broad firm ass was trembling, her breath coming in shorter periods.
Very slowly, he adjusted his cock so that he could actually fuck along in the trough made by her breasts. "Now," he said. "Hold your titties around my cock. And help me as I begin to fuck."
He moved one hand down into the valley of her cunt. With his fingers, he wiped slowly and thoroughly in his wet channel, sopping up her slick cum. He continued to fuck in her tits, gradually raising his urge to cum until it was hung on a hair trigger. The woman, intrigued by what he was doing, was actually trying to move her breasts in unison with his cock. Their warmth and sensuality warmed her body all along her various fuck nerves, but his hand in her pussy, squirming in that vale of sensitivity, was of prime interest. His balls were coming right back to her mouth as his body slid back and forth on her chest. His thighs rasped her tender nipples and sent little shock waves of cum joy scurrying through her.
She felt his fingers wipe in her dripping cunt and move away, and felt something larger go into her pussy. His thumb, she judged, and suddenly knew what his 'surprise' was to be.
Her body was rigid for a second. She wanted to protest this invasion but it was too late.
With a deep pain and a sense of crowding she felt his finger go right into her ass-hole, clear to the knuckle. At the same time his thumb plunged hard into her cunt, pressing sharply. Thumb and finger met inside her, separated only by the thin walls of her vagina and rectum.
It was a shock and something between a pain and a pleasure to have her bowels so rudely assaulted. But she was truly exalted by the entire scene. The hard cock between her tits, rubbing so warmly on her breast bone. The feel of her nipples as she pressed them into her own flesh. The delight of her lover, who seemed more like her baby boy than ever now that he was doing such a schoolboy thing.
"Oh, fuck!" she heard her voice screaming. "I'm cumming, Bobby! OH LORD GOD! How good! Cream on my belly, Bobby! Shoot me that sweet cum!"
It was boiling out of him in long spurts, and she felt their liquid warmth on her belly, sometimes on her breasts, as he rocked back and forth, his hot sperm flowing in huge spurts as her spasming cunt echoed his orgasm.
There was a feeling of slow fire in her bowels as he ran his finger in and out. She had never known herself to be so sensitive in that area.
Bob lay on her, his cock still moving in slowing convulsions as his last drops of thick seed pumped out. Her tits felt like the cushions of soft, wet tissue in her cunt. But bigger and slicker. His finger was pushed into Irene's writhing guts as far as it would go. He only wished it had been his middle finger. Not that it was all that much longer. But it was something to think about. Maybe he could get two fingers into her ass on the next try.
He lay on his back and let her lick him, picking up each slick drop of milk-white semen on his cock.
"Oh, it's so lovely," she crooned softly as she held on to the thick tool. "Mmmmmm! Let me get up some of this fucky-juice from my belly. Wow!" And she scooped up a small handful from her navel. "It's still warm! Oh, Bob, is anything so sweet as a man's load?" She shut her eyes and licked her lips. Her expression was happy and predatory.
Neither of them had heard a key turn in the lock on the office door, but they looked up as Terry came in. The young girl was laughing and she knelt in excitement by the couple sprawled on the floor.
"Oh, Mrs. Benson," the tawny-haired youngster babbled. "Let me help you! Please! You can't reach it anyhow." She bent to her knees, her mini dress hiking up in back to show her lovely rump. She knelt between Irene Benson's parted thighs and swiftly began to lap up stray drops and minor puddles of Foy's sperm.
The older woman watched in speechless shock, leaning back on her arms to see what was happening.
"There's a few drops in my cunt hair," she said suddenly, and the young girl dived into Irene's muff. Bob Foy looked on, astounded. But he was deeply pleased. The play of human emotion never ceased to amaze him and interest him. This curious display of woman-to-woman interest between the two of them was fantastic. Without thinking, he put his fingers into the shadowed crack of Terry's young ass and felt along her warm, soft cunt lips.
His cock, drained of all his balls' juices only a few minutes before, made a slow turn as it lay on his thigh, and he felt the undeniable pleasure of its reawakening.
CHAPTER THREE
"All the same," Janet Foy said warmly, "it is more than just another affair. For you as well as for me."
She was sitting cross-legged on the big bed, watching the powerfully built redhead sipping a gin and tonic she had brought him. He was lying back in Bob's favorite chair, his cock big and heavy. Janet's position had popped her thick cunt lips open and her rosy clutch of wet labia were touching the bedspread. Watching the man's cock made her shiver with anticipation and lust. Her fingers ached to get around that thick stem.
The touch of her sensitive pussy against the fabric beneath her was teasing and warm. She was almost mesmerized by the quiet warmth in the room and the presence of the man and his big cock. And a wonder which always struck her as one of these affairs blossomed.
Why did she do it? Why did she suddenly yield to the need to be fucked by a stranger? And why did she love him so much, for so short a while? She listened, because the big man whose nickname was Sonny was answering her.
"No man with a hard-on could ever think of you as just another affair, Janet Foy," he said slowly. "You're a good person. Any fool could see that you're much more than a marvelous piece of ass. Does that jar you? Well, every woman should want to be a marvelous piece of ass!"
"Oh, I do! I do!" Janet whispered. Her face was peaceful, her eyes closed. "If you had one of your fingers in my cunt, you could feel it twitch," she said very low. "I don't want to be a princess in a fairy story. I want you to fuck me and like my cunt and the way I fuck. But there's something else! There has to be!"
She held out her arms beseechingly and the man laid his empty glass down and walked over to the bed.
"Here," he said. "Take hold of my cock! Look at it! Suck it a while! That's what you need, isn't it? Isn't that what you wanted when you called me to come up and fix your television set?" He reached out and pulled her head roughly toward his cock. She looked up at him. Not the least bit frightened. Her look seemed to welcome him.
"Oh, yesss!" she groaned. "That's what I want! Your cock!" And she held it close to her face, inhaling the raw scent of semen curdled under his pink foreskin. She could smell the racy ripeness of her own cunt as well.
The man laughed, not unkindly. "And you came in my place and sized me up," he went on. "And you pulled a wire loose on the nearest component so you could call me. Didn't you?"
Janet rubbed the swelling prick against her cheek. Her mouth hung open and the dark, slick head coved like satin across the wetness inside her lip. She was smiling dreamily.
What was the man talking about ? What did she care? What if she did want it to be more than just a hit-and-run fuck?
Sonny Benson knew what he was doing. And he didn't feel too great about it. She was a sweet person. He had told the truth. But he had to get her off this love and romance kick.
His senses were all hyperactive. The feel of her face and lips on his cock. The magnificent aroma of clean, hot woman and clean, hot cunt. The sight of her with her lovely pear shaped titties and their dark nipples. Her body was lovely to look at, to smell, to feel. Even to taste. God, how good her pussy tasted!
With a gruffness that was hard to maintain, he gave her a shove. "Get over on the bed and get on your back, baby," he said. "I think you're great but I don't love you. You want to get fucked and I want to fuck you!" He knelt between her legs, looking down at their perfection. Her black bush of cunt hair was slowly moving. It was the pre-coital swelling of her inner lips, pushing the thick flaps aside, hair and all.
Janet seethed inside. There was a rising tide of blood-heat in her cunt. Far up inside her belly, too. Around her anchored womb, in the sloshy dark where nerve ends tingle and cunt juice drips, her loins ached with tension. When would he stick that enormous thing in her tender little pussy?
And suddenly, like a flash of sheet lightning across a dark summer sky, she remembered another time. A long time ago. And someone whose love she wanted but dared not ask for.
It was on a day much like this. A warm summer day when she was thirteen. Almost fourteen, really. And thrilled to be a "teenager." Not a little kid any more. Almost a woman.
She was crossing a field and she saw some boys go into a barn. She was almost certain that one of them was her brother.
"Adam!" she cried as loud as she could. "Wait for me!"
But he had not heard her. Maybe it wasn't her beloved brother after all. Anyhow, he hated girls. Or claimed he did. At fifteen, he thought girls were of no use. And she loved him so much that she thought he must be right. About girls, that is. So she trotted across the field.
"If it is Adam, I'll surprise him," she said.
She surprised him, all right. Surprised him and two of his friends, all the same age. They were jerking off. She had heard of it and knew pretty much how it happened. She even knew that the boys had juice in their balls and that it shot out of their cocks. And made babies if you weren't careful.
Her own body was a great deal like the boys'. In her hazy recollection, lying on her back ready and willing and longing to take Sonny Benson's big cock into her vitals, she wondered how any boy could have thought of her in sexual terms. She had little soft knobs for tits. About like golf balls for size. And nearly all of them was nipple. But oh, how they itched and tingled and ached! She had taken to hugging Adam and her father just so she could mash those baby tits against some hard, male body.
And all she had for decoration on her juvenile cunt was a tiny little horsehoe of very short hair. Barely visible.
She was moving her cunt now, her big, hairy, hotly mature cunt. Through her window to the past, she still saw and wanted the redhead kneeling above her. But dreams persist. The heat she felt inside her now was a lot different from the scary feeling she'd had so many years ago.
She was so hot now! Why didn't Sonny Benson put that giant hunk of meat inside her? She whimpered. Precisely as she had whimpered on that day in the old barn. Whimpered in fear. But also in love and satisfaction which she dared not show. For the boys were truly angry at her. Even Adam.
"Lousy little cunt," one of the boys said. He was a redhead, too, just like this huge stranger towering between her legs.
"Hell, she's just a kid," Adam had said. "She won't tell anyone. Will you, sis?" His young cock was still hard. It was so beautiful that her girlish little pussy burned with excitement.
"Of course I'll tell!" she cried highly excited. What would they do to her if she threatened to tell? Certainly they wouldn't let her off scot-free which Adam wanted, and which she didn't want.
The biggest of the three boys, a hulking kid she knew from school but didn't know his name, grabbed her.
"We ought to turn her little ass up and paddle it good!" he cried. "Then she'll know what she'll get if she ever tattles! Twice as much of a licking!"
They all three had grabbed her. Even Adam. And they had turned her wiry, skinny little body over and ripped off her silly little cotton panties. She could feel it now. Both the sense of outrage and the sense of triumph. Especially when the red-haired kid had gasped: "God, look at that cunt! She's got hair on it!"
In the dream she was having, so close to being fucked by the big repair man, Janet still found a tender closeness to that skinny little girl of so many years ago. Now thirty-five, her cunt was voluptuously-haired. She knew how it looked. All that darkly curled hair creating a screen over her hungering cunt lips. Her hungering cunt. Waiting for Sonny Benson to open those soft lips and lay his big cock in that slurpy channel.
And that's what she waited for in the old barn, twenty-two years in the past. Scared but happy. Not daring to show how eager she was to learn, to become a ripe woman.
She heard Adam, in that far-off dream. He was protesting. "Hey, God damn it! She's my sister!" But he didn't sound as angry as he meant to.
And suddenly, just to see what would happen, that thirteen-year-old Janet made as if to escape. And that, to her deep inner satisfaction, sealed it. And unsealed her forever.
"Grab her!" one of the boysh shouted, his hard arm going around her narrow hips. "Catch her feet! She's kicking me!"
If Adam cared, she couldn't tell it. She was almost certain that three pairs of arms and hands held her. Held her and wrestled her to the soft cushion of sweetly scented hay, her skirt above her waist and her cute little ass bare. When she looked up, the heavy-shouldered dark boy was undoing his pants. His cock was out the same as before. But he was getting naked! Just like the big redhead who so temptingly displayed his huge prick just above Janet's splayed legs and open pussy now.
He leaned down and kissed her writhing cunt lips, her itching and excited clit. Her body bucked and thrashed as the sweet fire of orgasm started in her guts.
In that mental picture of bright lust in the dead years, she had felt the same startled pang of beauty. Just the same! A boy's mouth trying to swallow her young and almost hairless cunt. But which boy?
They had thrown a jacket over her face. Did Adam do that? So he wouldn't have to look at her? Or so she wouldn't have to look at him? Dear Adam! How she hoped it would be him!
One of the young voices, cracked with excitement, said shrilly, "I'm gonna eat her pussy!" One boyish voice swore, the other giggled. Any of the three could have been Adam. And there she was, bracing herself, with her coltish young legs almost pulled out of their sockets. It hurt but she loved it. And then there was that mashing, gorgeously slick pressure in the tender orifice between her legs. Where her finger toyed when she wanted to cum, but not too quickly. In the coral pink lips, around the pearly pink clit. In the slobbery-slick lining of those outer lips which would one day be so thickly-haired.
"Let me go!" she had cried, twisting her body. Not so she could get away. Oh, my, no, no! No, sirreee! But so that she could wiggle her hot little twat, aching for life and love, against a hot and boyish mouth.
Oh, God, Sonny, she thought hotly. Sucking's wonderful! But stick it in me, man! Fuck me! Grind your tool in my cunt! Lift me off the bed with it! Fuck me! Make me cum and cum and cum! Shoot that big load of superhot jism into me! Spray my cunt with your cum!
She was cumming right now and she knew it. Even in the brightness of a long-lost dream, she felt her mature body respond to the tongue-fucking she was undergoing. She was laying out her juice. It was dripping and tickling. And her lover was eating it. Just as she had eaten his cum not too long before.
But what she heard was not moans of lust as Sonny Benson probed her twat. It was the shrill scream of a young girl, held down and fucked. Painfully. Beautifully. Bloodily. She had still had more than just a tag of maidenhead left, even if she had finger fucked herself a thousand times ... even if she had pushed a small Italian squash into that warm, red mass of sucking lips. To get the stuffed and lovely feeling of a cunt used as it should be.
"You can't shoot jism, you silly old squash," she had said. And then: "Ooooh!" because the hard vegetable had hurt her more than a little. "You nasty old boy squash! You've made me bleed!"
But she must have had something left to break, because she had bled plenty.
She knew the dark boy's name by now. She heard someone call him "Max," and remembered all of it. Max Fenner. He was old. Almost sixteen. Maybe older. In the eleventh grade. And it must have been his cock that had stretched her so, taking what was left of her virginity.
For she heard him say, after he had drawn his hard cock out of her, "Jesus, look at her bleed!"
That's when she had cried, "Oh, you dirty boys! You broke my maidenhead!"
She looked at Sonny Benson in a haze of lust. And love.
Why didn't he want her to say she loved him?
Or that there was something special about their relationship ? Why was he lying above her and not putting that enormous cock where it belonged?
Through the marching years she felt again the hard and painful thrust of another cock. They were getting more and more excited.
"Here. Let me fuck her!" And another hard young tool cracked into her tight little pussy. "Boy, even with all that cum juice in her, she's still tight!" That might have been Adam. How she had hoped for it!
But the sharp pain of having her practically virgin hole battered was leaving. Now it was beginning to feel as good as she had expected. Now she heard one of the boys-was it the fifth time? Or the sixth? They just kept on fucking her, over and over-cry out: "I think she's cumming! Hey, does a girl cum?"
How her young cunt ached each time one of the hard peters drew out! like the aching void where a pulled tooth had been. And how it leaped in pleasure as another prick came out of nowhere to push into her girlish belly! Still in the dark under that enfolding jacket, she could not see.
Did not want to see, really. If Adam were raping her, she'd have to tell. If he had not fucked her, she'd hate him.
Now, all these years later, her cunt ached with a need she could not have expressed. And now, in the pink haze above her, she saw that she was about to get it. To get what she wanted. To get that big cock with the glistening drop of clear fluid moistening the bulbous peter-purple head.
In fascination, she watched it move slowly down to the aperture of her vagina. Almost touching the slick folds of pussy which tingled in expectation.
She remembered that she had been crying when the boys left off their abuse of her body. Fingers had been poked into her tiny little cunt as well as cocks. And at least three times she had been thoroughly sucked. She could never be able to tell anyone how much she had appreciated that show of love. Maybe they didn't love her. But they surely to God had loved her little girl's twat. So why did she cry?
From hard, fierce joy, sort of. Female joy. The joy of being a girl with a cunt mature enough to give a guy a hard-on. The joy of getting it over with. Of losing it. Of getting fucked good and proper. And sucked, too. Don't forget that! She only knew one girl in her class who even claimed to have been sucked. And that had been by her uncle.
Oh, God! The trickle of her cum running out of her gash, into the bushy hair around her ass-hole! Come on, Sonny! Come on, big man with the glistening cock! Fuck it into me! Deep and hard! Make me cum! Aaaaagggghhhh! AAaaaa-ggghhh! That's it!
The big cock entered her. "Oh, crazy!" she gasped. "Hit me with it, Adam! Make me dig it, Adam! Fuck harder, baby, fuck harder!"
The dew of perspiration was drenching her all over. The big redhead's loins slipped and slithered on her belly, between her firm thighs. He was calm and he was giving her a solid fucking. Just what she needed.
She felt a new flood of feeling burning in her tight vagina. It was wet heat, juicy warmth. It wasn't Sonny cumming. Not yet. It was the outpouring of femaleness. It was the gift of her stretching, straining cunt. It was wrapped by the clutching folds of membrane in her pussy. Gift wrapped.
Oh, take my gift, lover! She screamed it silently, in the hot depths of her aphrodisiac mind. Let me fuck my pussy all around your marvelous bludgeon of a cock! Let me suck your hard-rock peter with my weeping, clasping cunny! GIVE ME YOUR J ISM!
She was love and cunt and fuck-fuck baby!
"Cum for papa Red!" the happy voice whispered in her ear. He had his hand between her ass cheeks, slipping in the warm goo which gushed from her spasming twat. He was pressing his blunt fingers against her ass-hole, making her hotter and tighter and fiercer than ever.
Oh, Jesus! Adam, my darling, did you stick a finger in my ass?
Her eyes were open staring mindlessly at the ceiling as she pumped out her orgasm. "OHHHH! OHHHHH! Fuck me, Adam! Fuck your big old stiff pole into my baby-girl cunt! Oh, Adam, don't ever leave me! FUCK! FUCK!"
She could only gasp and weave her body gently as the last of the biggest orgasm of all flooded out of her pleased and aching body. Out of her seared and oil-burned twat. Deep in the dripping pink essence of her inner being, in that hidden little room where tiny dreams could rush and tickle. Oh, God, how sweet to have a cunt! And to have it royally fucked!
She sucked on the red-haired man's tongue strongly and slowly. The peace of momentary drainage gave the man's cock a bath of love juice in a non-frictive glove. He grinned above her, knowing she could not see his face.
His cock felt exactly right. This was a beautiful woman. His wife was beautiful, in a way so different that they were like members of two different species. He remembered something from a college course. Something about life being the woman one had, while art was the woman one wanted. He grinned again.
"Janet," he whispered, pleased to say her name. "You're art, did you know that? But you're life, too."
She pulled him against her, suddenly working her body in a seeming rage of fuck fever. "Ooohh, that feels so good! Your cock is so nice and big!" She kissed him with a softly demanding heat, her slack tongue hardening a bit. "Let me give you a little treat, okay? Take it out, really slow."
He obeyed her, curious to see what she would do. Suck him ? With that gorgeous mouth, looking like a bruised flower made of meat, it might be the best thing she could do.
"Draw back a little," she whispered, giggling. "Oh, man, no wonder I felt like I was splitting! Look how big it is at the base! You were driving that thing clear up to my liver!" She grinned at him in earthy fellowship, plain lust in her expression. "Just a sec!"
She twisted like an eel and took the big prick into her mouth briefly. "Just to get some of the cunt juice off him," she said. "Now, stick a finger into me. Go on, shove it in. There, now. Hold it. Feel me, baby?"
The big man swore. "God damn, girl, that's a talent!" he ejaculated. "You could snap a broomstick with that grip!"
In her dark and faultless beauty, naked as a jaybird's ass, she contrived somehow to look like a schoolgirl.
"Any girl can learn to do that," she said primly. "I just wanted you to know I'm not fucked out. Right?"
She was working at his cock, pushing the skin back, her dainty fist going clear back to the hair on his gut. "See," she said, "when I do this" pushing all the way back "you're like circumcised. No cover on your tender spots. like this." She sucked him again, and he could feel her work her strong tongue on the underside of the head.
"Wow! A man couldn't take too much of that," he said in open admiration. "You sure know where the feel-good places are, baby. You gonna suck me off that way?"
She looked at him archly. "You shove it down and start it into me," she said in a husky whisper. "Look, I'll hold back the skin. See? You're fucking into me without a thing to protect your tender places from my mean old cunt."
She had a dreamy look on her lovely face. "Oh, God, that's so wonderful," she breathed. "Pull out. Easy. Let me keep holding the skin back. Now, shove it in again. Now you get the surprise. Are you ready?"
He was bracing himself on his arms so he could look down at her wildly lovely face, so young in its dreams of lust. He could see her fist on his cock and he could feel the strain as she shoved his foreskin back. But now he got the message.
Those muscles inside her were eating his cock! Better than her amazing mouth! Better than anything he had ever imagined! The soft and slippery clutch was rising and falling on his tenderest spots, just as she had said. And he was about to cum!
She had been ready to orgasm again almost as soon as she had asked him to take it out. The friction and the pain of emptiness brought her to a high pitch. And the taste and texture of that marvelous bar of hot meat in her mouth had not dampened her sweet spirit of cum. So now she felt herself slipping over the sharp and zesty edge of a soul smashing cum that would blow her mind. Blow out her twat, too. Something of a sexual tornado to rip through her guts, twist her womb and her vagina. Oh, God! The slickness of that heat! The gyrating beauty of the tearing pleasure as his big cock hammered into her!
He felt his balls begin to explode, touched off by the intensity of cum feeling in the head of his cock. There was the heat of sperm boiling up through his tubes, the feverish itch as it spurted out into that lovely writhing cunt. He had driven her soft hand off his cock and was trying literally to split her. But with love. He closed his eyes to see his cock as she saw it, with its broad and hairy base. And in his mind he saw her cunt as she could never see it. A division between two small and juicy walls of pinkly dripping meat, framed in curly cunt hair. Oozing her sweet cum. Folding his big tool into its slippery embrace. And just because she was a woman she could never see it as he saw it, as the ultimate reward of being male.
His deep-chested shouts shook her with renewed flame, towering in her belly. She was burning with the dying fires of an echoing cum. The numbness creeping into her twat had more true feeling, right now, than the height of sensation a moment ago. Because it was the numbness of retained love.
Still clasping her tightly, the big man rolled off on his ride. Her strong legs were still wrapped around his. Her smoothly sweated belly was so close to his that it seemed to have a suction of its own. He was happy to the point of being wordless. How could he say they should not be hooked on each other? When this act of fucking was so basic, so complete?
She was so sated that her belly felt as if her guts had been replaced with hot water. Her cunt, so tender in every least area, had let go the tension of every muscle in its overpowering cum. His vast load and her bouteous flow of clear cunt ooze made her vagina warm and sloppy and altogether delightful to them both.
"I'm so relaxed, lover," she whispered, "that I'm not even tight enough to squeeze you out of me! Not that I want to!" She burrowed against him like a soft little pet animal, breathing deeply. She was almost purring. Her tits felt enormous, stretched and strained with blood and passion. Their nipples were large and hard, looking more purple than brown. As they touched the close-curled auburn hair on his chest, a twinge of fire ran through them.
"My cunt feels sore," she breathed, rubbing her hand up and down his back. "Oh, God, how hot I was! Out of my mind! I'm drained, physically. But you know what. Mentally I'm dying to fuck again, to suck, to be fucked and sucked. Is that bad?"
He kissed deeply into those swollen, dark lips, lazily running his long tongue into her mouth. It was sweet with the flavors of fuck-heat. In the shadows, where their bodies were joined in the world-old joy of cunt-and-cock, he felt the sad but joyful slip as her muscles released his cock. And as his tender bolt lost its size. In the lovely slop of her cum-plastered cunt, the gently shrinking head lingered for a brilliant moment that sent pleasure-lightning clear back to his balls, and fell out.
She was not the sort of woman who wanted to cling forever after a fuck. "Get me a towel, Sonny," she asked him. "I know you have to go. I want this cum of yours to absorb into my cunt. I like to feel that my womb drinks it up. But I don't want any of it to mark up the bed."
She watched him dress. Before he slipped into his shorts she beckoned him over. His balls were the same size as ever. But they hung down in their wrinkled sac. How soon, she wondered, would they recuperate? Suppose his wife felt frolicsome tonight? Could he get it up for her? She wondered about his wife, her body. Her cunt.
She was handling his balls very softly, loving them and the feel of them in her hand.
"Next time, I want to suck your balls a long time," she whispered, looking up at him. "Will you like that, Sonny?"
He was buttoning his shirt, moving his body back and forth as she caressed his testicles. "I'll like it," he said. "But I wonder about something? May I ask a question?"
For some vague reason she was alarmed. "I'm not saying we're hooked on one another," she protested. "Just because I talked about a next time. There doesn't even have to be a next time if you don't want it."
He sat down by her and put his hand on her thigh, his fingers touching the cum-slicked hairs on the fat lips of her pussy. "You got me wrong," he said. "I told you that you were ever so much more than a marvelous piece of ass. But as we're situated we have to stick to sex. And since we're both married and plan to stay that way, we can ruin the joys of fucking and sucking if we get sentimental. Maybe I'm too scared about it, but it's so wonderful just to touch you that I don't dare risk losing it. Understand?"
She kissed his hand as it lay braced near her face. "Oh, I could just suck you all over!" she said. "Yes, Sonny, I know what you mean. Thanks. Thanks a whole lot. But you said you had a question."
He looked at her seriously.
"Who's Adam?" he asked. "I know it's not your husband. I belong to three or four clubs. I read the local papers. I've been called in to half the houses in the area and I don't know any Adam." He grinned. "It's none of my business, I know. It's just curiosity."
She grinned at him like a thirteen year old girl. "He was my first love."
After Sonny Benson left she lay still for a long time. Her body was tingling with good health and sexual fulfillment. She inserted two fingers tenderly into her pussy. It was still slick, just as it always was. She pulled the fingers out and sniffed them first, then licked them clean.
"Big man's jism just about all soaked up, baby," she whispered to her beloved pussy. She gave it a hard and loving pressure, overcome with affection for the wonderful gift between her thighs. She thought of how barren life must be for women who did not fiercely love sex. It made her shiver. And it was inevitable that she also thought of Adam. Especially in terms of her answer to Sonny's question.
"He was my first love," she had said.
Now she looked back briefly into that summer afternoon in the old barn. She hugged her breasts, remembering the sensitivity of those little baby its of hers as the boys had mauled and pinched and pulled them. And sucked them. One of them just had to be Adam!
She thought of him as he had been then, fifteen ears old, so handsome and strong.
"He was my first love," she whispered aloud. And then, with the sting of tears in her eyes, she added: "And maybe my last!"
CHAPTER FOUR
As he always did, Bob Foy helped Irene Benson to get into her clothes. It didn't take long and it gave the scene an intimacy which was part of his treatment. Women who came to marriage counselors usually needed attention.
It also gave him another chance to kiss around her lovely, fragrant pussy, but only as a parting gesture.
She balanced herself by resting her hand lightly on his head, smiling at her own thoughts. When he kissed deep into the blonde tangle of hair just at the edge of her thick cunt flaps, she shuddered in uncontrollable bliss. Her ties to the earth and to the sweet demands of her body never seemed so strong and perfect as just after a rousing fuck.
"I love you so, Bobby-boy," she whispered, thrusting her crotch at his flushed face. "My dashing, dignified-healer! Little boy lover at mama's feet, licking mama's twat! Oh, how I wish I could just open it up and suck you right up into it!"
He pinched her ass playfully, getting a big handful of smooth skin and soft muscularity. "You must've cum a bucketful," he grinned at her. "Of course, part of that's mine."
The woman giggled like a schoolgirl. "Except what that nice Miss Linden wormed out of me with her tongue," she said. "Goodness! I never realized she was such a sweet little girl."
"She's a red-blooded human being, all right," Robert acknowledged. "As a friend of the family and as her adviser, I've been trying to diffuse her interest in sex. I've gotten her into a lot of other interests."
"But not entirely out of sex, thank goodness," Irene laughed. "She's adorable.--likes it any way, you said. Well, so do I! But in a community like this! No wonder Sonny and I got into a rut."
"Glad you did," Bob chuckled. "Otherwise, what'd I be doing now?"
She squeezed his face in one of her hands. "You'd be fucking someone else," she said.
She picked up her bag and got out her check book. As she wrote a check in Bob Foy's favor for thirty-five dollars, he got up and held his arm around her, pulling up her dress, absently fingering her smooth, warm ass.
He did not dress at once after Irene had left but went into his private consultation room. Terry was standing at one of his files.
Not a hair was out of place, but she was still naked from the brief, hot encounter with the older woman. Her firm titties were boldly out-thrust, their nipples swollen from her heat. She smiled at Foy, and he came up behind her. For a long moment he held her against him, his half-hard cock resting between the lush young cheeks of her ass. He could feel the humidity in that toothsome crevice and his big tool throbbed. His hands gripped her gorgeously molded titties, squeezing them so hard that they seemed ready to burst out between his fingers.
When he released her, she whirled and threw her arms around his neck, sagging all her loveliness of warm body against him. "Oh, Uncle Bob!" she whispered. "You're so wonderful! So kind to me! I feel like a cheap little thief, taking any pay from you!"
He gave her a quick feel deep into her flaring cunt lips, loving the slickness of her puffed out hole. "Nonsense," he replied kindly. "I need an office girl. Have to have one. Where could I find one so qualified as you? As understanding?"
He loved the way she called him "Uncle Bob." Sometimes, in moments of unusual stress or excitement, she called him "Daddy Bob." That was marvelous, too, but it showed she was not adjusting to reality quite as well as he wanted her to. After all, she had a father. And a very nice one, Bob had always thought.
The young girl stood close to him, so close he believed he could feel the warmth from her body. Her hand reached out, such a soft and juvenile little hand. It touched his belly and drifted down until she had hold of his cock. Absently, she squeezed it and rolled the pink foreskin back. She gave an abrupt little cry and dropped to her knees.
"Oh, Uncle Bob!" she trilled in high glee. "I think I feel some cum on it! May I?"
His mouth drooled as he thought of her beautiful young pussy. It was already so full of heat and hot girl juice. If he let her clean his cock, it would overflow. He backed away, letting her maintain her warm grip on his cock. When he got to his big chair he sat down and spread his thighs.
The taffy-haired little charmer with the green eyes and the freckles on her shoulders and tits looked up at him in adoration. She licked her lips. Her lovely breasts seemed to swell with inner warmth as she gently lifted his swelling cock to her lips.
"Oh, Daddy Bob!" she cried, "I could almost cry when you let me clean up your dick! Oh, I love you so!"
In spite of his condition, he felt life in his cock. It bothered him because of what he had to do tonight.
"Uncle Bob' please, Terry," he chided her gently. "Remember, we're trying to get you untangled from salacious thoughts toward your father. Ooohh!" he groaned as she sucked on his cock. "How sweet that feels! You're a real wonder!"
He drew his thighs together, holding the girl's smooth young body, crowding her full pear-shaped breasts together. She snuggled forward and lifted the lovely titties onto his thighs, still gently mouthing his prick. When she stopped and looked up at him, her cheeks were flushed.
"This is why I don't think you should pay me," she whispered. "Think of all the treatment I get for free! In some way, you're straightening me out every day! Can't I call you Daddy Bob part of the time? At least when we're, uh, like this?"
He put his hands under her bewitchingly girlish tits and squeezed them as he had a few moments before. "Get up, Terry," he ordered, "and lie on my desk."
The girl leaped to her feet, squealing in delight. Her lovely ass, small but fully rounded, jiggled as she pranced to the wide desk. As she bent over to move his desk blotter and other paraphernalia, Bob could see that wet slickness of her flowing young cunt. The light hair around the hole and up the thick lips was much darker since it was plastered down by her cunt-leakings. A fine network of cunt hairs had been stuck together by this leakage of pussy-goo.
When she got carefully on her back and lifted her legs, he pulled his chair close and she let her heels down on his shoulders. Her taut little body quivered like an eager dog ready to please its master.
She groaned and drummed her heels lightly on his back as he used his thumbs to part the thick lips of her pussy.
"Ooooh, Daddy Bob-I mean, Uncle Bob! Ooooh! I can't stand it!"
He looked at the inner lips he had exposed as he broke the seal of hairs held by her sticky cum fluids. They were flecked with small white curds of partly solidified girl-cum. There was a ripely beautiful smell to this open sex flower, and its succulent thick petals were dark with blood. He leaned close and sniffed appreciatively.
"You get more mature every day, my dear," he said. "But you must use control. Your father is very understanding. You know that. And your mother is sympathetic."
"Oh, please," the girl whimpered. "Don't lecture me."
"Hold tight," Foy said abruptly. "I'm going to suck you dry! Ooooooohhhh! That's delicious!"
He used all his strength to squeeze her twisting body in his arms, which were along her sides. His chin was on her belly, buried in the lush cunt hair. She could writhe but she could not shoot off into violent action as she came.
"Now, just a little more, my dear," he said kindly. "Remember, I still have five clients coming in today. And a big night tonight."
"I know," the girl groaned. "I appreciate it! But mama won't let daddy suck me any more. Please, get it out of me!"
He held her tightly, deeply enjoying the warmth and slickness and savor of her young cunt. It seemed to move on his sucking lips, to be actively trying to eat him. And he must have gotten almost a cupful of her delightfully gamy cunt squeezings.
When she at last stopped her hoarse screams and he helped her off the desk, she was wiping away tears. "It's so beautiful," she gasped. "You're so good!"
He dressed as she did, loving the play of her sweetly sculptured parts as she "got decent" as she called it.
She answered the phone. "Mister Foy's office. Good afternoon!" and said, "Oh, hi, Red! Sure, he's here! Your old lady just left. Hey, you know something? She's all right!"
She looked around with her hand over the phone's mouthpiece. Bob was looking at her severely. "I know," he said. "It's Sonny Benson. I'm expecting a call. But you-you've disappointed me, Terry!"
She handed him the phone and walked into the outer room. Her eyes were filled with tears, her face mutinous.
"Red was one of my heroes," she muttered to herself. "He helped me more than anyone." She kicked a hassock halfway across the office. "Fuck Uncle Bob!" she exclaimed.
She sat down and cautiously held her finger on the lighted button which indicated the line on which Foy talked. Very delicately, she lifted the receiver and released the button.
"-out of this world," she heard Red Benson's voice. "No trouble at all. And she licked me, Bob. But who in the hell is Adam? She called me Adam right while she was, I mean, in the middle of-oh, hell, Bob! You know what I mean."
Bob's answer was pat and easy. "I assume you mean while you two were fucking. Sonny, I just can't seem to get you to expand into the real world, can I?"
The other man laughed. "I held still pretty good for you banging my old lady," he said. "So if I choke on a word that's been taboo in my raising, what the hell? As long as we get the job done. But who is Adam?"
"Her brother." Foy's voice was crisp. "Three or perhaps more boys raped her when she was a kid. Thirteen."
The tawny-haired girl sat up straight, her mouth pursed into an O of concern.
And she's got a hungup over that? the girl thought. Oh, how awful for her! Not to like it! She let out a sigh of relief as Foy continued.
"She was never certain that her brother didn't fuck her," he said. "There's some sort of twist in her mind, some sadness or lack of fulfillment, that I can't uncover. That's why I'm so hopeful of this new therapy. You think you're the only guy in a rut with your wife! Balls! Look at me and Jan! And who can I go to ? "
"Yeah, I dig," the big TV man said. "Tough shit. Hey, I did like you said. I billed her for the service call. Thirty-five bucks. Seventeen-fifty for the minimum call, seventeen-fifty for the extra half-hour. I felt like a prick, after all that wonderful pussy."
Foy laughed easily. "Don't be silly. Of course you'll charge her for service. I charge Irene, you know."
"What about tonight?" Benson asked. Terry's brow knit as she pondered the sign-off to the conversation.
"That's different entirely," Foy said, using his professional crispness again. "Purely social. No therapy involved. No visible therapy, that is."
Terry squirmed on her leather chair, slipping in the oils from her generously pulsing cunt. Even the little she knew was enough to tug at her cum wires, strumming a hot little tune deep in her vagina. What was all this that was going on around her, stuff she didn't know about? She seemed always to be on the ragged edge of an excitement too great to bear. Leaping at Irene Benson's open cunt, slathered with Uncle Bob's cum. Laying her soft lips and lapping tongue around his cock. And getting only a couple of little old measly orgasms when he sucked her out.
"Ooooh! Oooooh!" She leaped up. The friction of the soft leather seat on her open pussy was too much. She leaned on the chair, helping the orgasm with her loving fingers. "Geez!" she muttered. "That feels good!" And then when she straightened up and saw herself in a mirror, she winked at herself and said, "Thanks! I needed that!"
She went back to the telephone extension and picked it up. She was horrified. They had finished their conversation. She had missed something important. But something worse-Bob would know she had been listening in. The telltale light button would be on.
Sullenly, like a child promised a punishment, she went back to the private office. Might as well have it over with. "I won't even call him Uncle Bob," she whispered to herself. "I won't even call him anything!"
But she got a surprise. Her adored employer was sitting at his big desk, grinning. "Well, what did you learn?" he asked her mockingly. "Did you get it all or do you need me to fill you in?"
A sense of being lost struck her like lightning. She moved toward him humbly, holding up her dress above her waist like a little girl, chewing on the hem. Her satiny young belly was smooth and round and inviting. The deep pile of tawny cunt hair spread over the blue-veined whiteness where her teeny bikini saved her twat from California sun. And a shine of clear juice smeared its careless way along the velvety hide of one thigh. She was sex incarnate. Young, hot-pants sex, too direct and hungry to demand subtlety. A boot in the ass or a painfully pinched tit would seem like a declaration of love. Bob Foy held out his arms and she came to him in a swirl of cunt perfume and warm girl-flesh.
"I don't care," the girl said. "You were mean to me! Red Benson was the first grown man who ever looked at my pussy! I know you don't like me calling grownups by their first names in the office. But he's like a father to me!"
Foy held her, his face smiling against her warm belly.
"You're long on fathers," he observed. For a moment he wished he had really been a doctor instead of a psychological social worker. Marriage counseling was rewarding and the pay wasn't too bad. But some problems-well, they didn't really bother him. But to be a doctor, an MD, and a real psychiatrist! Not necessarily to know all the answers, but to have the legal right to try to run them down!
"Oh, all right, dear," he said gently, kissing the warm skin near the girl's navel. "I don't see any real harm in fantasizing your father as a lover. Or getting his dick into you, if you can arrange, it. I'm just trying to get you to spread it around a bit. I thought today-well, when you went for Mrs. Benson like you did, that maybe we had an answer."
She had her soft arms around his head. "I'm terrible," she murmured. "Getting mad at you! I love you so much, and you're always kind and thoughtful." His hand was straying up and down in the warmth between her thighs. It turned her on. "You mean maybe I should try to make an accommodation with mama, just to give daddy some rest. Is that it?" She giggled in a high voice. "Hot damn! Mama would jump out of her skin if I dived into her muff. But man, she's got one! A beauty!"
She rolled a lock of his hair in her fingers, thinking.
"You've got to tell me something," she said. "You want to know what Sonny and Irene and
Janet and I are up to, don't you?" he asked.
"No," the girl replied. "I know what that is. What I want to know is this. Did Janet ever find out if her brother fucked her? And did he do it again, afterward? Ohhh!" she whimpered, wiggling her firm young butt. "It's making me leak again, just to think of it!"
Foy was deeply pleased to feel his cock hardening. After a pretty good go with that delightful Irene Benson, too! He wanted so much to be at his best tonight.
He ran his hand fondly over the global perfection of this child-woman's ass. Wonderful skin! So warm, so smooth!
"She never knew for sure," he said. "It's a long story. I'll tell you some day when things are quiet."
She hugged him and jumped up and down. She picked up his hand and rubbed it deep and hard in her pussy. "I'm cumming!" she hissed, waggling her body and panting. "Ohhhh! Ohhhhh! Oh, Daddy Bob, it's so good!"
He held her while the spasm passed, his heart tender. Sweet child, to have such a bounty of sexuality! Lucky, lucky, lucky! If she didn't fuck herself into a mental hospital.
When she stopped pumping her body against him, he let her go. "What do you mean, my dear? You know what Sonny and I are planning? How could you?"
She bent and kissed him, open mouthed. Her warm saliva was sweet to the taste. She was marvelous in every respect. He looked at her and listened as she spoke.
"Why, silly, that's easy! You're going to swap wives!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Janet Foy wanted to take special pains with dinner on that particular night. It wasn't just because she had hopped into bed with a stranger and fucked him and herself into a state of dumbstruck euphoria. Nor was it guilt. At least she didn't think so.
It was just that Robert always seemed so sweet, such a beautiful person, after one of these sex sessions began. And, of course, while it continued.
She was beautiful as she sailed and swirled about the kitchen. Her breasts continued to be larger than their day-by-day opulence. There was a warmth and an itchy sweetness in her richly furred pussy, too. Even the light perspiration she felt under her arms, between her legs, and beneath her breasts seemed sweet in her mind.
And she loved what she was doing, too. Being good to her husband. A wonderful man. Good and kind and thoughtful. For some reason, she thought of his magnificent prick and the great hard-on he had had this morning. It made her mouth drool spit, made her cunt drool female cum juice. "Oh, I could just fuck him silly," she murmured to herself.
"How I'd like to have that beautiful cock in my mouth! Mmmmmm! Better than dinner!"
When she heard his car in the driveway, she did not run to the door but busied herself in the kitchen. She knew she would present a good view to him, an enticing sight.
She had on nothing but a frilly gingham apron. It covered her from just above her wine-dark nipples to just below her inverted triangle of pubic hair. This was so thick that it came down to a point an inch below the thick lips of the juicy cunt it shaded.
Her back, of course, was bare. A narrow strip around her neck, a narrow ribbon tied in a bow at her waist. Except for those two accents of pink gingham, she was lusciously naked. Oh, she would look good to Bob! Dear Bob! And maybe he would come in and see her and get that big old hard-on again and walk right up and shove it into her cunt from the rear! That red-tipped spear of flesh! That male pole around which her cunt so loved to dance!
But he disappointed her. Frightened her, really.
This wasn't like Bob, sweet, good natured Bob.
She almost felt self-conscious of her bare-assed state as she went into the front of the house to find him. Hoping he would be waiting with his cock out, smiling. To surprise her. But no way.
He was there, all right, but he was moody and her heart sank.
"Bob!" she cried. "Bob! What's the matter? Are you angry with me about this morning?" Her voice was a childish wail. She ran to him and caressed his cock, very much with the same gesture as Terry had used earlier. And she moaned when she found it was not hard at all. So he was angry!
"Please come upstairs," she begged. "Look, I'm the same as naked already! Let me undress you!" She tried to kiss him but he turned his head so that she pressed her big lips against his cheekbone. She reached for his fly but he twisted away.
"Please!" she wailed. "I want you so! I'm so hot! And so sorry! Please, lover! Let me have that big, warm cock!"
He took her wrists and pushed her down into a chair. The seat felt warm to her opened twat, where her inner fluids had congealed and cooled. He pushed her down so hard that her titties bounced, and they were so full that they ached.
"I want you to do something for me tonight," he said in a strange voice. "Not just for me. For you, too."
She held out a beseeching hand. "Oh, Bob, anything! Anything you want me to do!"
"Some people are coming over," he said. "They've had the same sexual trouble we have. We can help each other."
Her mouth hung open in shock and surprise. "Sexual trouble? What sexual trouble? You mean-this morning? You hurt me, Bob, really you did!"
He smiled rather coldly. "Baloney!" he said. "I've banged into your cervix five hundred times. You love that position. You love having me stir up your guts that way. It's just that we've gotten in a rut ... slowly but surely."
Janet turned her head and put her hand to her mouth. She felt like someone lost in a dust storm. Lost. Frightened. And angry, too. Because of something not quite said.
She got up, trying as well as she could in this half-naked state to look dignified.
"You said another couple. That they have the same trouble that we have. That you say we have," she added rather sarcastically. "Bob Foy, if you think you're going to get me into some filthy sex ring, some dirty wife-swapping business-well forget it! You actually want your own wife to submit to some pervert? To fuck a stranger?"
She looked beautiful in her anger, which Bob knew was quite real. Against all logic, she was angry. But he had to put his theories to the test. If it was good enough for his clients, it had better be good enough for his wife. He smiled at her again, still without warmth.
"It's therapy," he said objectively. "To bring some new life into our marriage, our sex lives."
And then he cruelly dropped his bomb. "Besides," he said coolly, "since when did it turn you off to fuck a stranger?"
She stamped her foot in a range and wheeled away from him. He watched her ass-cheeks struggle with each other as she ran upstairs. Her black-haired cunt lips were pouty and bold at the bottom of her body. Juicy, too, he'd gamble on it. Unaccountably, his cock began to stir.
Janet's cunt was, indeed, soupy with heat and desire. Waiting for her husband, she had thought longingly of his hard cock. She had thought graphically of him plunging it into her, piercing the swollen lips, driving triumphantly into her tightness and slickness, grinding his mound against hers, reaching the sensitivity of her clit, fucking in and out of her, yes, banging against her cervix. Why had she been such a stupid idiot this morning? But she knew. She knew she had been caught up in an old pattern. A stranger already picked out. A "date" set. At least she had arranged for him to meet her in her bedroom. It was no accident that she had picked the tall redhead or that she received him with all her goodies hanging out.
I might as well have a FUCK ME sign hanging around my neck, she thought bitterly.
Her heart was beating fast. Her mind was racing. She knew she had no right to be angry at Bob. But had he known about today? Had he known of the other times, with other strangers? It would be like him ... to know and not to hurt her with it.
Oh, sweet and understanding Bob! Oh sweet man with such a lovely cock! Her pussy flamed with a deep need for him. Or for someone, some cock to fuck her.
She stood before her tall mirror and let the pink apron drop off her. She switched on her two makeup lamps to see herself as she was. She would not give this beauty, this delicious body, this juicy cunt to a stranger!
There was an unreality about all of this. Some part of her that was mature and honest was giving her an argument.
Cut out this play-acting, Janet, this inner self was saying. You've got hot nuts for Sonny Benson, that's your problem. What kind of a nut are you?
She heard the voice of maturity only with her conscience, but she was not convinced. Still, Bob was smart as well as good. "In a rut," he had said. Well, weren't they? That business of jerking away from him this morning-wasn't that phony? Wasn't that part of the routine of getting fucked by Sonny? Routine? Rut? What was the difference? And yet she couldn't bring herself to kneel before him, to handle his soft cock lovingly, to say: "I'll do anything, Bob!"
There was a quick rap at the door. It wasn't locked. How can you quarrel if you stay away from your man? But Bob didn't even try the door to see. He knocked. Then he spoke.
"I'm going down to the village for my dinner," he said rather flatly. "When the Bensons come, just tell them I had an emergency house call on a client. Give them my apologies. I'll sleep at the office and we can talk tomorrow."
She heard him start down the steps and she nearly knocked the door down getting out to where she could catch up with him. He had said the Bensons!
"Bob!" she cried. "Wait! Don't go!"
She was all over him, gasping and crying, rubbing her tits all over him. Without knowing how it happened, she got his cock out. She was down on her knees, sucking it, looking up at him with loving eyes. Oh, God, that marvelous male perfume from his crotch! Thank God for summer days, for men who smell like men!
She had his slacks down, sucking his balls. Her cunt was so hot she felt she might shoot flames out and singe her cunt hair. But he picked her up.
"Come on, baby," he said briskly. "I take it you're willing to try this experiment. Good! I think it's a way of expanding our appreciation of sex. Every authority says so."
And it didn't seem cold-blooded at all, Janet found.
"Oh, my dear, I just know I'm going to love you!" Irene Benson had said, the minute she and Janet had embraced. "You know that Bob's our counselor, don't you? That this is a part of his treatment for us?"
Janet smiled. "I suppose I knew," she said circumspectly. "Bob doesn't talk about his clients. Maybe he mentioned it tonight after he said you were coming." She fell on the soft firmness of the other woman's breasts and laughed very hard. "I didn't mean to make a pun! But you will be cumming, won't you? Won't all of us!? "
Shedding their clothing was a first step. Irene proposed it. "We're either into this thing or we're not," she said with a nervous grin. "When I fuck, I like to be naked. And I say, let's all get naked and fuck!"
Janet didn't have to do any acting as far as Sonny was concerned. He was so open, so friendly. He'd just put a big arm around her, squeezed her boob, and said, "I'm gonna like this, Bob!" And he had leaned down as if he had known her forever and kissed her hard. And he had said, right in front of his wife, "Jesus, those lips! You look like a champion cocksucker, Janet! Beautiful! I can't wait to get it on!"
"Maybe I'm a prude," Janet said as she peeled off her dress. "But it sure seems funny to me to be undressing like this, right in front of, well, strangers!" And the instant she got it out, she felt like a fool. For Irene Benson grabbed her, shoved two of her war fingers up Janet's juicy twat, and whispered, "You won't be a stranger to me, baby. Not when we get through with each other tonight."
It would be the worst kind of lie for Janet to have said or even imagined that she was a hundred per cent heterosexual.
She saw beauty in the bodies of other women. But until tonight, when she saw her husband cramming his cock deep into the purple flower of Irene Benson's cunt, she had never really known the deep hunger one woman can feel for another. Another's pussy, to be exact. And she was able to see Bob's cock fuck swiftly in and out of her new friend's slimy fuck hole because her face was within a few inches of it.
"Oh, Irene, I just love your cunt!" Janet screamed. She was being reamed by Sonny, who was surprising her. He had seemed as normal as the next guy today with only the two of them. Now he had her with her ass in the air, her thighs lasciviously parted. To lick her cunt, she had expected. She lay with her breasts on her bed, her face on her forearms. Her cunt was, she knew, thrust out with its trembling lips opened wide. And the man was licking her ass! It was so shivery-delightful that she had to scream. And Irene was lying on her back, her big and beautiful thighs spread, and Bob was swabbing his gorgeous prick into that blonde-fringed pussy!
It created the wildest cum-flutter imaginable in the sloshy darkness of her vagina, a shuddery spasm around her womb. As good as a fuck. Better! But no, that couldn't be! Not just watching two people fuck. Even if one was your husband and the other a sweet, complaisant, loving friend.
She got one arm from under her face. She wanted to feel Sonny's big cock. Her fingers itched for it. Her cunt was a blazing, twitching mass of need and fuck-hunger. But Sonny's crotch and his cock were too far away.
"Look in the mirror!" someone gasped. "Oh, Jesus, don't we look fucky! Oh, God, I've got to cum!"
Janet tried to locate the voice and then she knew. It was her own. She was gasping as Sonny's hard tongue went in and out of her ass-hole. Have I ever been fucked in the ass? It was a question that went back into the bittersweet dream of a long afternoon, when a group of boys had opened her. She liked to think it had made a woman of her. But now she knew she had been wrong.
She might be entering into real womanhood now. Because she was cumming without a man's cock in her! Without a man's tongue touching her pussy. Remote! Remote! This ass-hole, this new treasure, was all hers. Not Bob's. Not Sonny's. No one's but her own. It was a whirling dream, insubstantial, not too clear. But she knew, somehow, that there existed a freedom for a woman. And then, as she came, she watched Bob's cock slamming into Irene's cunt. And she knew!
"AAAaaagggghhhhh!" she screamed. Not a terrible scream. Not ripping her throat. She was saving her throat for someone's cock. Someone's jism. That sweetly hot and divinely slick burst of male seed. So, okay. Maybe a woman had to be a sex object. Who cared?
"Give me a cock!" she was crying. And then, "SUCK ME, SONNY! SUCK ME!" because he had shoved something, undoubtedly a finger, into her poor ass-hole and was trying to suck her cunt inside out.
She fell to the mattress, her butt humping up towards Sonny's face as if she would suck him into her vagina, into her womb, and the pain as he dug his finger into her ass-hole was so beautiful that she could have fainted.
She didn't, though. She writhed like some blind blob of flesh and fuck-nerves, but she kept her mind on Irene's twat.
It was the most inspiring, gut-wrenching sight she had ever seen. It was so slick inside! And so pink! J never knew a cunt was so flexible, she thought.
Her body was absorbing the thrills of a smashing cum, a sensation of exploded power in her belly, in her cunt. But her mind was divorced from it. She watched the lips of Irene Benson's pussy as Bob's cock pulled out. Slickly dripping inner lips came way, way out, clinging to Bob's cock just as hers would cling to Sonny's when he fucked her. But it made her mouth water.
She moved the arm that had futilely reached for Sonny's hard pole. There was a closer target. Not Bob's hammering bar of flesh. Something sweeter. The cum-waves shimmered inside her pussy like summer lightning. But not from Sonny's tongue. How could she face this? She was burning at the idea of getting her fingers into Irene! But of course. Why fight it? This was the door to the freedom she had visioned a moment ago.
She had her fingers around Bob's cock, not feeling it, just resting against the swollen lips of the other woman's cunt. This was woman juice pouring out over her fingers. She brought it to her mouth and licked the steamy syrup that had pumped from Irene's twat. It was transcendentally gorgeous! It was all the brightness of life!
And then, as her guts were twisting with the orgasmic current rising in her vagina, she felt the rip and bruise and stretch of the redhead's mighty organ. It was tearing her apart and it was heavenly! It was so big that it was going to kill her and she was glad of it.
She tried to raise her head, but he was pinning her like a tomcat pins his mate. It gave her the same animal joy that, she knew, burned in the girl cat's hot little pussy.
"I'm cumming!" she gasped. Not a scream. It was a confidential statement made to the inner Janet Foy. Her mind was clear. She wanted sex, to participate in sex, to be sex. To be a cunt. Not Sonny's cunt, not Bob's cunt. Just a cunt. To be fucked. And to be sucked.
And all that time there was a savage need for just plain old fucking, and it was growing as Sonny's giant cock hammered into her body. She visioned that cock, its terrible thick base. How it had seemed to split her.
"Ohhhhh!" She shouted a cry of thick-clotting, belly-ripping delight. "AAAAGGGHHH! Fuck it into me! Fuck me good! Blast your jism into me! OHHHHH! OHHHHHH!"
Because now it was really cumming inside her, everything was cumming. She could feel the hot showers of Sonny's thick seed, slick and sticky. It was washing out her vagina, slapping around in the dark of her womb. It was pumping out of her expanding, swelling cunt lips.
Somehow, in spite of Sonny's weight, she managed to move. She got her face right against Irene's powerful thigh, which was jolting and shaking as the woman's muscles worked her body to milk the jizz from Bob's cock.
I know what she is, Janet thought. She's what I want to be. Bob called her Earth Mother and he meant it. Oh, mother!
She struggled to get her mouth on the shining, slippery ring of blonde-fringed muscle that opened and closed on her husband's prick.
Oh, mother cunt! she moaned in her mind, as if it were some sort of crazy prayer. Let me be all cunt like you!
There was a new sound in that reverberating room. A new voice crying out its love and need. Wordless, mindless. A song of cum joy.
"Aaaaggghhh! Oh, my love! My little Bobby-Boy! Fuck mama good! Come on, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" And then a keening wail and a flashing thrust of the powerful ass alongside Janet's face. She saw her husband's cock slamming in and out so fast that his cock was blurred, and then he slowed. Thick white gouts of his cum pumped out of the suddenly loosened cunt. The strong arms that had been beating on the bed stilled. There was no sound but heavy breathing, as if no one wanted to be first to break the silence.
There was a quick and agonized ache in Janet's well-fucked pussy, and a heavy weight off her back. The big redhead had pulled out of her. She was grateful.
She turned so she could look back at Sonny. His face was smiling and peaceful, and he was holding his cock as if he wanted to remember just how it felt.
She looked at Bob as he lay on the beautiful body of Irene Benson. Earth Mother! How strange! She's no older than I am, Janet's mind said, not in years. But a million years older in other ways.
She watched closely as Bob began to move. This time the other woman's cunt did not turn itself inside out. Of course! Bob's tool, swollen so big with heat and desire, had pumped out the semen. It was shrinking. Still big, but getting smaller, and lubricated by all of that cum oil, his and hers. But Janet's eyes watched in fascination as this unjoining happened. Watched the trembling of Irene's deliciously fat cunt lips as the tickling cock neared the open end of her twat. And, especially, she watched the milky opalescence of the foaming cum that had spilled out. It was festooning in Irene's blonde bush of cunt hair like strands of popcorn on a Christmas tree. Pearls of protein! Jewels of man's cum!
With a moan of the most intense desire, feeling her vagina and womb throb with the dark pain of satiation, Janet grasped the other woman's strong thighs. She pulled herself between them. Would Irene resent the intrusion? Janet had never even thought of such a thing in her life. Until tonight.
Now she saw the palpitating belly of the blonde woman and it looked like heaven. She saw he cunt lying open and sloppy wet from the pressing and hammering of her husband's cock. Her eyes feasted on a tiny river of hot, sticky semen flowing out of the trembling pink hole just vacated by Bob's tool. And all over the hair, that froth of jism.
The cunt was even sweeter than she could have imagined. It was so divinely soft and smooth, so delicate in its satiny texture. And the taste and flavor of her own cunt, tested and tasted for so many years, was repeated in the gamy delight of Irene Benson's warm twat. Lick, suck, tongue-slap and lip-slurp! Drown in a cupful of male sperm and woman's cunt ooze! Wallow in the crazy-mad hysteria of complete, unalloyed sex!
She sucked in all she could drain from the cunt, which was by now moving wildly in fuck-gyrations. She heard someone cry: "Oh, sister! Give it to me! Give me your cunt!" and then strong hands were pulling at her, lifting and moving. She tried to kick and scratch, hanging on to the powerful thighs and the broad ass with wild determination.
But suddenly she was lying in a different angle. Her mouth still plastered on and even into her new friend's pussy, when she was enveloped in a wave of warmth that devoured her.
There was a new height of cunt madness raving through her body. A new feeling of love intensified to the verge of suffering. Oh, God, the wisdom and purity of another woman's tongue! For Irene, in her woman's knowledge and sympathy, was loving the very spots where Janet's cum-feelings lay ready.
Slurp, slap, lap, kiss! Right on the cum button, and then right off it! Around it and down the line of fuck-reddened lips! It was glorious to Janet, and even more glorious to know she was giving Irene the same pleasure.
She thought of what Sonny had said about her lips, and about the many times that Bob had shivered in joy as she sucked him off. Now she tried to do the same for her girl friend. She made her lips thick and pouty as she swept them up and down in Irene's moist channel. She opened them like a giant flower of deep-red flesh and took in all of the woman's exposed cunt lips. Her tongue sought the clasping hole which led to the woman deep inside, and leaped with startled pleasure as she felt Irene's tongue go deeply into her own cunt.
Had she licked off all the jism? She took a quick look, thrilling as her hands slipped into the mass of sloppiness that was Irene's responding pussy. I'm making her cum as good as Bob did, she thought with deep pride. As good as Sonny did me! That a woman could do this for another woman! It was unbelievably marvelous.
She saw that there were still drops of the pale goo from her husband's cock still meshed in Irene's cunt hair. Holding her moving fingers in her friend's clamping vagina, she sucked deeply into the wet hair. It was a new sensation of taste and texture and aroma.
Some new trick of Irene's tongue was sending her up to the heights. She went with it, letting her mind go blank so that her body could know all the feel of a life-giving cum. She let the roaring fire of orgasm melt in her vagina, felt Irene's mouth go back on her hole to suck it out. And now, directly in front of her face, she saw a new target.
In the ferocity of her first attack, she had thought only of eating male cum juice. Or she so believed. Now she saw, in the dark crack below her friend's spasming twat, the shy pinkness of the woman's ass-hole.
She remembered what mad delight she had received from Sonny sucking her there. Without hesitation, she rooted into the crevice, finding it strangely easy to get her tongue into the tightness of the blonde woman's sphincter. Her own ass throbbed and burned from the brutal love given it by this sweet woman's husband. It ignited nerves in her cunt, where Irene's tongue probed.
She suddenly plunged full force against the newly opened ass-hole, driving her pointed tongue deeply inside it, feeling the powerful muscles relax invitingly.
At the same time, she felt her own pussy expand and throb in a heavy beat and knew it was a cum induced by her friend's tongue. But even more, she knew, it came from the all-pervading heat of sucking the other woman's ass-hole.
CHAPTER SIX
Long after the two men had gone downstairs to get the coffee started and bring out the brandy, Janet and Irene lay voluptuously in each other's arms. The sweetness of breast on breast, the warmth of belly pressed against belly, kept a small glow of wet fire alive in each slick and slobbering pussy.
"This seems so natural," Janet whispered. "So right. To love you. To make love to you. Would you believe that I never did this before in my life?"
Irene hugged the dark beauty, kissing her along the cheek and into her ear. "Of course I believe it, darling," she answered. "Would you believe I've never had my pussy licked so beautifully? It's a wonderful talent."
A wiggly worm of fire ignited deep in Janet's twat, a tiny aftershock of orgasmic wildness. She shuddered heavily in the blonde woman's embrace and lunged against the smooth warmth of the solid body. She felt her damp cunt hair tangle in the pubic thatch of the other woman, and idly pumped her body against Irene in a masque of fucking.
The other woman kissed her and their embracing tongues wetly affirmed the existence of a newly risen affection.
When they drew apart, each searching the other's face for some message, Janet squeezed one of Irene's breasts. Gently at first, and then with a rhythmic pull and a heavy pressure. She watched with deep interest as the blonde's face seemed to set in lines of concentration. Her own feelings were delicate, balanced between a desire to enjoy the other woman's body and to give pleasure to her new friend.
She knew how her own titties responded to loving, to the pressure of someone's hands or lips. Inevitably, such breast arousal went along a hot-line of nerves to her cunt. Having already felt the triumphant joy of making the blonde woman cum repeatedly, she wanted to see if she could arouse her by this method. Could she, a woman, use a man's methods to stoke the cuntal fires of another woman?
The silken weight of Irene's breast was a magical gift to the dark woman's soft warm fingers.
It was beautiful to see those big nipples harden and become darker as passion deluged them with a flow of hot arterial blood. In the milk-white skin around the nubby aureole, she traced the delicate map of sweet blue veins and imagined she could see them throb. It made a quick itch sizzle in her deepest fuck places, in the slithery muscles around her womb, in the sopping folds of membrane inside her cunt.
"Irene," she whispered to the still face. "I felt a little wave of cumming. Does this do anything for you?"
The full pink lips smiled and the strong body moved against Janet's. This was enough answer. The dark woman now knew that her feminine fingers were creating the same flush of fuck hunger as if she had been Sonny. Or Bob. Or someone else? Most certainly, someone else. A gift of cunt fire such as this could never be restricted. Undoubtedly Irene owned the same blast-off potential in her twat as Janet did. Thinking of this bond, the dark woman's swallowed a gush of saliva and grinned to herself. I'll stick this gorgeous woman a many a time, she promised herself.
She had quickly realized that the other three members of this foursome had been part of a conspiracy. Not to get her to agree to swap. Not entirely, that is. She knew that that was a part of it. And it had made her realize just how right Bob had been. This adventure did enhance and broaden her views on sex. And how! like bisexual joy with this incredible super-cunt, this woman who accepted a role as Earth Mother.
But this was better than the best she had ever heard or read about swapping. None of the other three could have really known how much she had yearned for the big body, the thick and hardy cock of that redhead. Not while they were planning this marvelous experience for her. They had intended that she be "treated," really. Because Bob knew about Adam? Maybe. But Bob didn't know everything about Adam.
No, she hadn't found what she was looking for. Perhaps she never would. But she had found this relationship. This free access to another set of cock and balls as good as the superb fucking equipment of her husband. And a man for whom she could feel a true affection. Love? Maybe.
Her open pussy was moving in its quiet hungering for raw meat, for a stiff prick. Or something sweeter. There was so much raw sexual desire in the core of that succulence that she believed her clitoris had swelled all the way out of its protective cloak of thick cunt lips. She giggled, and Irene wriggled against her.
To Irene, this was the highest moment of the evening. She had known, at her first glance at Janet Foy, that the latter was fresh and tender chicken for a bi-sexual like herself, meaning a bi-sexual virgin. And she knew what had shot the dark and passionate woman so quickly into this wider life where women showed women a secret highway to real liberation but still maintained the solidity of men's cocks as anchors for their drifting pussies. Oh, yes, she knew what had pulled the trigger on Janet Foy's unexpected lust for cunt.
And she had planned it that way.
It was the same happy coincidence that had lured the hot and slippery tongue of the young girl at Bob's office. Terry Whatshername. When the girl had seen Bob's rich, thick semen in her blonde twat, it had been a bridge for her. So many women needed such a rationalization! A pity! Irene smiled and Janet, not knowing why, increased her pressure on the solid blonde's titties and pressed her crotch harder against that glorious thigh.
And Irene suspected why that was, too. A man gets a woman ready for his hard cock by caressing her titties, by rubbing his body against hers, by kissing her. Nature makes that a fact. But nature also decrees that the man gets himself hot in the process. As the pussy warms and flows and throbs in tender welcome, the cock hardens and hungers and takes over the man's brains.
Irene had been passive, letting Janet be the aggressor. After all, it was Janet's first time. Let her feel that she was the boss. Besides, it was so terribly sweet to lie and have another woman play with her titties, kiss her, rub a warm, wet cunt against her leg.
She leaped in pleased delight as Janet sent two of her soft fingers into the boiling little love pit between Irene's thighs. And Janet was proving what Irene had learned a long time ago-that a woman knew more about reaching another woman's hot spots than the slickest man would ever know.
"Oh, darling," she whispered huskily. "That's so marvelous! Oh, fuck in and out a little! Ooooohh! Kiss me!"
She wound herself around the dark woman, holding one of Janet's legs between her own. As Janet's big lips opened to surround her own, and their two tongues writhed against each other, she gave way to the hot burst of orgasm which she had been holding back.
She had rubbed her cunt up and down on her friend's thigh until it was slick and well lubricated. Also, by the friction, she had opened her cunt lips so that the tender area around her clitoris was no longer protected. It was pressed lightly against the cum-slick patch on Janet's soft thigh. As she gave back kiss for kiss, sucking the dark girl's tongue, she suddenly went up and down on the imprisoned thigh with the speed of a jumping jack. It was a tumultuous experience, for she came with the speed and power of an express train. She could almost hear the thunder of the silent storm in her cunt, the heavy pleasure of her orgasm intensified by the sweetness of her new partner.
It left her trembling, more drained than she had been even under the powerful fucking of Janet's husband. She was sobbing as she hid her face in the warm softness of Janet's tits.
"I love you," she said brokenly, sucking feverishly on one of the darkly swollen nipples near her lips. "I love you!"
Janet felt a new yeasting of passion in her own gut controls. Feeling the stir of heat in her rectum as well as in her vagina, as a woman should. Feeling a tingle of desire in her mouth and throat. But better than wanting to suck a cock. Her boobs felt as if they would burst, a new pain and a hotter pleasure than any titty-pulling or sucking had ever done for her before.
She raised Irene's face and kissed away the tears. "Thank you for letting me be the leader," she whispered. "I know why you did it. You're so sweet! I feel so enriched!"
There was a warmth between them that would never be matched in any other situation and both of them knew it. I feel I have three marriages, Janet thought in humble gratitude. With Bob. With Sonny. And best of all, with Irene.
She was releasing the strong, lovingly warm body of her partner when the latter, rising on one elbow, put her hand between the brunette's thighs. Cleverly kind fingers searched in the sloppy warmth of the opened cunt lips.
"Mmmmmm!" Janet groaned happily, feeling the same fire rise in her. "That, oh, that feels SO GOOD! ! My dear! My dear!"
She was kissing into Irene's armpit, trying to get her warm mouth on the blonde's swinging breast. And suddenly she simply gave way, fell on her back and opened her legs.
Her eyes were closed and her warm body trembled with the itching anticipation of what was to come. And then what had been wonderful became better than ever. For there was the hot pressure of two strong thighs against her head and shoulders, and a softly flowing pussy came down on her face.
Just as Irene's mouth, so loving and powerful, closed on her own wildly excited fuck hole. Just as the most exquisite cum pain shot from the darkness of her cunt. And just as she opened her own mouth to drink the creamy froth of Irene's flooding cunt.
Their groans and cries, each muffled in the sloppy folds of the other's shuddering twat, gave little sound but the most savagely pleasing vibrations.
The pair shook and writhed, each head clamped by strong legs, belly on breasts, breasts on belly, and all extended.
When they lay face to face again, smiling tenderly at each other, kissing gently from time to time, Irene echoed the very thought that had so uplifted Janet.
"I love you so, my dear," she said seriously. "I feel I could no more let you go than I could give up my husband."
"And Bob?" Janet inquired with a grin.
"Or Bob," Irene assented gravely. "It's a case where two and two make more than four."
"And you know what?" Janet asked as they went out into the hall. "I'm more turned on for some hot cock than I ever was in my life. I feel like I could fuck all night!"
They walked along the hall with arms around each other, hip touching hip. The bounce and sway of Janet's tits made pure poetry, Irene thought. She bent briefly to plant a wet kiss on one of them and sighed.
"Wish we could stay all night, lover," she whispered. "But Sonny and I have to get home. We've got a boy too old for a baby-sitter, but a lot too young to leave alone all night."
They went downstairs into the light and warmth of the den and both the men kissed both the women.
"Phew!" joked Bob. "If we were in the dark, I wouldn't know which end was up. Or whose end!" He licked his lips, smiling.
He had his arm around both the women, looking with deep pride at his wife. "You're marvelous," he said, giving her a light kiss. "I knew you'd love it."
She frigged his soft, fat cock wickedly, grinning up at him. "And you'll never know how much!" she answered.
Much later that night, after Sonny and Irene had gone home and every reservoir of feeling should have been used up in both of them, Janet squatted over Bob's loins.
His prick, feeling larger and harder than ever, was deep up Janet's fuck hole and she was gently riding it, rubbing her entire cuntal area back and forth on the bush of hair around the base of his cock. Bob was laughing.
"Who'd have thought it?" he asked, giving an upward thrust which jarred against something hot and happy and sensitive in the dark of Janet's pussy. "I haven't done so much fucking in my life, and here I am doing some more."
Janet leaned down so that her breasts were achingly and lovingly pressed on her husband's chest. Each sensitive nipple and every tender patch of titty-skin felt and enjoyed the wiry rasp of his matted hair. Her thick lips opened and sucked at his mouth., My precious cocksucker, he thought with deep affection. How marvelous that mouth was! He had inner visions of those soft, thick lips surrounding the heavy cock of Sonny Benson, and sucking up and down the heated red valley of Irene's cumming twat.
There was a buzzing warmth around the head of his hard tool, as though Janet had her own inner sources of fuck power. This orgasm was going to hurt, he knew that, but he welcomed it. He had lost track of how many times his balls had forced a creaming wave of hot cum up his tubes. A dry cum was glorious but it would leave him with a pain in his balls for an hour or two. Unless Janet was willing to suck them a while.
She felt his deeply buried organ, so well used tonight, tremble and throb in her. She was so highly sensitized from such a long, drawn-out sex banquet that even her armpits and the space between her breasts felt flamingly erotic. Now as she sucked on his tongue, every nerve in her tensed and ready for the fire of orgasm, she felt tears of happiness rise and flow.
"I'm cumming, darling," she whispered. No screams. This was a quiet, final burst of love flame. Her cunt was far from being too tired but its muscles wanted to love rather than to wrestle, and her nerves wanted peace. "I'm cumming, darling. It's so wonderful! So good!"
Her voice was heavy with love and sleep, and her ass rose in uncontrollable sweetness as her cunt shook with the throbs of her husband's prick. It rose and fell, its tender opening stretching each time she came down all the way to the thick base of it. Every hair on their bellies was sopping with fresh cum-juice or crisp with dried semen. And the still air of their dark bedroom was rank and lovely with the hard smell of cunt and cock, or armpit and the sweated cleft between ass cheeks.
"Oh, God!" Bob gasped. "Easy, baby! This one's too much! OHHHHH! OH, GOD!" And thus he groaned out his last and best cum of a great night.
"It's a good thing we've got a big bed, darling," Janet crooned as she lay, knees drawn up, her face under Bob's thighs. "Otherwise, I'd have to be an acrobat for this."
This was a position that put them in an L-shape, almost. And Janet had her warm little fist around Bob's shriveled joint, holding it up while she licked his balls.
"I want to get every drop of this, darling," she said. "If I suck your balls in all at once, well, I get it all, but it all comes on at once. Ummmm! Delicious!" And she peeled back Bob's pink foreskin and sucked with the utmost care to pick up the minor remains of his-and-hers that the pistoning prick had withdrawn from her burning little vagina.
"Whew, doll, that's good!" Bob groaned. "You've got a lovely touch with your lips, you know that?"
She sucked hard at one big ball and got it into her mouth.
"Gloog, mmminy bba," she answered, making him laugh. His hand reached out in the dark and gently stroked the velvet warmth of her butt. He knew the thick lips of her pussy would be sticking out, leaking. But he withheld his hand.
Enough was enough.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Janet Foy loved her home. They had been so lucky, she and Bob. Ten years ago, they had seen this three-acre piece, off the beaten track, and loved it. It was part of an old farm and still had an ancient carriage house among the oaks and sycamores. And ten years ago it had been cheap. A thousand dollars an acre. And building had been cheap, too, so they had been able to build an unpretentious two-story home on it for a total that matched Bob's moderate salary as a State employee, a psychological social worker.
She thought of it this morning only because she was counting her blessings. Her swollen and tender cunt lips gave her cause to rejoice every time she walked from the kitchen to the sun room.
"What a fucking!" she murmured, grimacing with pain and joy as a surge of heat roved wickedly through her body, from throat to tit to crotch, finishing with a little dab of concealed fireworks away up her cunt.
Or maybe in her ass-hole. She had learned last night how close these two magic areas were in their kinship of fucking delight.
Now that Bob was working for himself, everyone assumed he was getting rich, and that the house in Rancho Rico proved it. This was a real laugh when you knew how it had happened. The big lot with its scores of ancient trees had only cost three thousand. Imagine it! Janet hugged her breasts, happy for their warmth and tingle. It was so wonderful to have such a sweet home. And so private! They were nearly a quarter-mile back from the blacktop road. And no one had built on the adjoining lots.
It was nice to walk about like this, on a warm day, in nothing but a pair of bikini-style underpants. How good the sun felt on the curving upper slopes of her breasts. And the soft convexity of her belly.
"By God, I'm so hot I could jerk off!" Janet laughed. "Bob was so right! Swapping makes sex better! But how long can this keep up?" She felt of her crotch. The vee at the bottom of the panties was dripping, almost. That's why she had worn them. Visions of cocks flashed through her head, as they had all morning. Bob's and Sonny's. Yes, and a few from the past, too.
She sat down in a hammock stretched between two ancient eucalyptus trees, groaning at the inner fires which licked unmercifully on the itchy walls of her cunt. "I could cum just by pressing my thighs together," she said. The thought made her laugh.
"That's not what I want," she said firmly. "What I want is a big cock or a slick tongue. Or both!" She giggled. She got up and waddled into the house, keeping her thighs apart, because she really didn't want to fall on her back patio in the throes of a cum. "I'd rather turn the spray on it and have a big water-cum," she said fervently.
Once she was inside and had a beer she felt better. The cool vinyl seat of the kitchen chair soothed her pouting cunt lips and chilled some of the leaky heat.
But it wasn't enough and she finally acknowledged it by walking slowly upstairs and calling Benson's Appliances.
"This is Mrs. Foy," she said to the answering voice. "I called yesterday and Mister Benson came out. Would you tell him that the same thing is wrong with the TV set? Yes, that's it exactly. Just tell him I said it's the same thing as yesterday."
She lay back on her bed and hugged her sides in laughter that was close to hysterical. "That ought to tell him what he's in for," she gasped, drying tears of laughter.
She felt more in control, now that she was certain of a big, hard cock being stuck in her belly before too long. She even considered getting dressed. Maybe Sonny would like the pleasure of undressing her. Might be a good idea to wash her pussy, at least on the surface, among the thick and tender inner lips. Must be fairly ripe down there, wet as she'd been all morning. And in this hot weather.
She was thinking about this, pleasantly visioning the big redhead and his smile as he looked into the set and found nothing wrong. Sure, she understood that she'd have to pay him, just as Irene paid Bob when she went to his office. But what the hell ? If Irene felt like she did, the blonde woman was already on her way to see Bob.
She was in the bathroom scanning her face to see if she had ravaged it by laughing until she cried when she heard a motor of some kind at the front of the house. Sonny couldn't have gotten there so quickly. Not even by having a two-way radio in his truck. One of those crazy kids on a motorbike, she guessed. And then there were steps on the porch and a high, clear young voice called: "Hello! Anyone here? Miz Foy? Benson Appliances ! "
Janet swore as she snatched up some sort of robe and got her arms in it. Son of a bitch! Of course Sonny wasn't the only service man in the place! Couldn't be! She was trotting down the stairs, not feeling the rub of her cunt lips on each other, but when she got to the bottom of the stairs she stopped short.
There, shading his eyes and looking through the screen, was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen. A boy. Not tall and handsome, but just a boy. Pretty much the same age as Adam had been on that fateful afternoon. Her heart seemed to stop and then began to thump in a runaway beat. How old was this marvelous gift? Fourteen? Fifteen? No more, surely.
She held the robe like a butterfly net as she advanced on the door. Her loins were in a turmoil of hot yearning. I could piss right down my leg, Janet thought with grim humor. Oh, God, let me play this right! Don't let him get away! God, please let me have him and his little boy cock!
A second is enough to recall and understand a great deal. Irene had mentioned a kid. "Too old to need a baby sitter, too young to stay alone all night." Had she said it was a boy? She, Janet, had been up the wall with lust, with the remnants of Sonny's jism in her cunt, with Irene's pussy juice smearing her cheeks and reeking in her nostrils. But now she knew. This was the child Irene had mentioned. His mother's coloring, his father's features. And a smile that reflected the best of both.
Mechanically she opened the door, holding the closure of her robe. Her breasts felt flushed with sudden heat and there was a warm little freshet of warm leakage trickling down her thigh. When she had taken off the sodden panties, she had thought Sonny would be here soon.
She was able to smile at the boy. "I'm Mrs. Foy," she said. "You must be young Mister Benson."
The boy smiled unaffectedly. "Yes'm," he replied. "My name's Roy. I sure hope I can do whatever you need done."
Janet suddenly felt like laughing. "I'll bet you can, Roy," she said. "Just follow me."
For the past minute or two, looking at the boy and sailing backward to her girlhood. She had faced all manner of doubts as to what to do. And then some inspiration had come to her. Adam had never fucked her again, if he had ever fucked her, which he denied. But he admitted to her, before their parents had sent him off to some special school for super-talented boys, that he had wanted to.
He had been such a mature kid for his age. Solemn. Understanding. And honest, too.
"I wish I had, sis," he had said. "I sure wanted to! God, just to look at you, at your, uh..." and he had stammered and flushed.
"My cunt," Janet had prompted him, and he had looked very angry.
"That's not nice!" he had said, and she had thought: you prissy little liar, for now she was certain he actually had stuck his cock into her.
He had tried to explain all the boys, to exonerate them.
"All boys my age don't think of anything except sex," he had said. "Whenever we see a girl, we don't just see a person with a dress on. We see a little pussy, with a naked girl carrying it between her legs, and we don't even see the dress."
And he had sworn to her that every boy he knew or had ever heard of felt the same way. "They don't all admit it," he said with some heat, "but-well, you remember what we were doing that day?" Again he blushed. "Every boy does that."
"Jerking off," the young Janet had answered, and Adam had solemnly nodded.
"And thinking about girls when you do it?" the young girl had prompted him. But he had denied it.
"Naw," he said sharply. "Not some fool girl. Women. With big titties and lot of hair on their whatchacallems."
"Oh, shut up, Adam!" the pubescent Janet had jeered. "Say what you mean. You guys dig to think about big old hairy cunts when you jerk off, huh?"
He had answered with deep fervor: "You better believe it!"
Just a second, and she recalled all of this with perfect clarity. And she knew Adam had not lied to her.
She hiked the robe up as she got to the bottom of the stairs. Up to her ass. She heard the boy gasp. She breathed easier.
"It's a hot day," she said. "I like to go naked on hot days. Bare-assed naked. Do you ever see your mother and dad without clothes on?"
She let the robe go, shrugged it off and tossed it on the stairs. The boy was so close that she almost felt his breath on the cheeks of her smooth ass. He could see the cunt syrup trickling down on the inside of her thighs. He could see the smooth play of the powerful muscles in her delicious ass. He could see the heavy pelt of black hair, pressed into a point by the action of her thighs, hanging down from her cunt.
His cock was straining at the front of his trim, neat walk shorts, and he felt he might faint. But he could no more have stopped or fled than he could have sprouted wings and flown. He had seen his mother's cunt a million times, secretly, and had hated himself for yearning after it. But he loved the very idea of a grown-up lady's cunt.
Cunt!! Cunt! He had said the word a million times and thought of cunts a million times. His teachers, Miss Delbrow, Miss Sally Hayes, Miz Rebecca Fowler, all of 'em. They all had cunts, the sly old hypocrites. Keeping their thighs together. Wearing those damned panty hose to shield their pussies! Heck, that Miz Rebecca Fowler, what a pair of legs she had! He and his two buddies had talked about how her pussy would look. Steve Arrino even swore he could draw a picture of it, just by looking at her real hard. And when Ralphie had asked what he would do with the picture, Steve had licked his lips and said: "Put hot cream on it and eat it!" And then they had all gone into Steve's bathroom and beat themselves off, all chattering at once about how it would be to just plain old own a woman. To have some hold on her so that she had to do what they said. Crazy!
He was blindly following the warmly working ass ahead of him, nearly out of his mind with the sight of the generously formed ass-and-cunt-and-legs. God, he could smell it! This would kill old Steve and Ralphie! At the thought of sharing this with his pals, his breath clogged in his throat.
And when she heard this, Janet Foy could have screamed in triumph and cunt-love.
From the minute she had felt his breath tickling her rump after she had discarded the robe, she felt she had at least some part of the kid. Even if all she could do was play with his frightened little cockie and shoot his boyish jism in her face and on her tits. But now she knew. This kid was going to be with it. He was with it. They would get it on and they would get it off. Her jaws ached with the desire to swallow his young prick and to suck the white and sticky cream out of it. In a light and affected voice, sounding like a young girl, she asked, without looking around, "Have you ever had a girl suck your cock?"
She was aghast at what she was saying. But it must have been right. She heard him stumble and felt his hand clutch at her grown-up and slick-skinned butt. His voice sounded blurred until he swallowed. How could she tell he had to swallow his flood of saliva? Because she had to! Just thinking of the sight and feel and taste of his cock. Of holding that throbbing morsel of man-meat in her tender-loving mouth, a-drip with saliva, the cum of her mouth and cheeks and tongue.
She stopped and turned and he ran blindly into her belly, since he was shorter than she was and a step or two below. He let out a grunt of surprise and she knew he had had his eyes so riveted on the crack of her ass that he was blind.
She held his smooth young face against her naked belly, feeling his panting breath blow in her black tangle of cunt hair. Somehow, it cleared her head.
She took the tool box from his young hand and set it down along the stair rail. She patted the boy's head. "Just a few steps, Roy, dear," she whispered. "Don't worry. Everything's fixed for you. Believe me!"
When she went into the bedroom, holding the boy's narrow shoulders in the curve of her arm, she went and sat on the bed. She had him between her thighs and her heart was pounding, but she was under control.
"Look at me, Roy," she said in an easy tone. "You're as near to being a man as any boy your age. Really you are. You have a right to look. See what I have for you?"
He responded at once. Not with a silly giggle but with a man's poise and a boy's fervor.
"Hot damn!" he said. "I never saw anything like these!"
He handled her titties with care and interest, holding their weight in his cupped hands. "Geez, they're pretty! So warm and smooth! I never knew how they'd feel."
She laughed. "You've never felt a girl up?" she asked. "Come on, Roy, don't lie to me! How old are you?"
"Nearly fifteen," he said. "Couple more months. You're right, Miz Foy, I have squeezed a girl's boobs. Two or three times. But I never saw any of them, except looking down a sweater. Or in a bikini bra."
"Look closer if you want to," Janet said. "We don't have to hurry, you know. I don't, at least.
How long before you have to be back at the store?"
He almost leaped away. He was startled. "Gosh!" he cried, "I better check right now! I had no business coming out on this call!"
He looked so miserable and confused that Janet felt strong measures were necessary. She had his cock out in two seconds and was holding it, licking the tip, feeling her guts churn with lust at the sight of it.
"What the hell do you mean?" she asked, but smilingly.
"Well," Roy said, "I've got three merit badges in electronics. You know what that means?"
She had not paid too much attention to the way he was dressed, but from a dim memory she knew that his olive green shirt and his knee-length shorts were like every Boy Scout illustration she had ever seen. And both sleeves were decorated with colorful badges of many kinds.
"Sure," she answered. "So what?"
"Well," the boy answered, "dad's always saying he'll take me on a call and let me take a shot at fixing a TV set or a dish washer or whatever. So then I saw this call on a phone pad, I jerked the message off and came out here on my Vespa-my motor scooter," he explained. "With my tools."
"So why are you worried?" she asked.
The boy looked at her in misery as she licked lovingly around the jittering tip of his hard young peter. "When dad gets in, he'll ask the girl if there's any calls," he said. "She'll tell him and he'll come out here."
Without letting the boy out from between her warm and-naked thighs, Janet reached for the phone. It was under the bed on a long cord, where she had set it down only minutes ago.
She held the phone to her ear after she had dialed the shop's number, but she kept the boy's organ in those big, cushiony lips, sucking very gently. When an answer came, she let the cock slip from her mouth and grinned up at the boy.
"Hello!" she cried gaily. "This is Mrs. Robert Foy! I owe you an apology, I'm afraid. My set's all right. I just didn't have it plugged in. Isn't that stupid?"
She listened, keeping her smile turned up to Roy, holding his beautiful little prickie and moving the loose skin on it, touching her tongue to the tip now and then.
"Oh, I'm so glad," she said at last. "I wanted to call before Mr. Benson had started out here. It's a long trip. Just tear up the note, won't you ? I'd be so embarrassed to have Mr. Benson know what a silly thing I did. You will? Oh, thank you very much!"
She looked up at the boy, holding her arms around his slim but muscular behind. "So now we don't have to worry at all!" she said. "We've got all afternoon!"
She had planned to undress him but she thought that might make him feel too much like a little boy. "Is it all right if I watch you undress, Roy?" she asked. "Gosh, I'm so excited! You never saw a girl's titties bare? But you felt 'em, you said. How'd they feel?"
He was pulling the Boy Scout shirt off. "Good," he said. "They felt, oh, soft and, I don't know. Kind of warm and firm, too. But not like yours. Wow!" He stood and squeezed one of her generously formed breasts, a far-away look on his face.
She had her hand inside his shorts, holding all she could get to. Cock and balls. What little hair he had! It wasn't much, just a sparse and wiry little handful around the base of his boyishly hard young organ. She had her hand under it, holding his balls lightly in her fingers and her thumb over the rigid column.
There was a deliciously slick area of sweat on either side of his balls. They felt warm and sensitive. Her mouth drooled and she bent quickly to sniff the deeply touching savor of his juvenile crotch. In a surprisingly masculine gesture, he put his hand on her head and pressed her face to his cock. His inexperience aside, some instinct must have turned him on to the promise in those big, dark red lips.
She went down on his hard standing cock so fast and so hard that he let out a startled "Ooof!" as the sensitive head jarred against the back of her throat. He and Ralph and Steve talked a great deal about getting their dickies licked, and just the thought was enough to drive them frantic. But now he was actually feeling it. Actually standing between a grown woman's warm and beautiful thighs, looking down at a gorgeous pair of tits. And watching this lovely woman's cheeks sink in as she sucked so hard on his painfully ecstatic cock. That feeling! It was enough to kill a guy!
She pulled away with so much suction that it sounded like a cork popping out of a bottle. His dickie jerked and vibrated as she turned it loose. She pulled his shorts down and he kicked off his shoes and he was naked except for his socks.
"You asked me if a girl ever, uh, sucked me off," he said, still holding her head. "Did I tell you? None of them ever did. Do schoolgirls-you know what I mean-girls my age do that ? I know some of them do-well-the other thing."
She squeezed him again, pressing her delighted face against his bare young belly. "Oh, Roy, of course they do!" she cried. "Some of 'em. Maybe most of 'em. You have to ask, though. They don't just come right out and ask like I did."
She looked up at him, her smile a deep pool of love and warmth and understanding for a boy to slide into. Centered by her grossly beautiful and inviting lips for him to slide his cock into. "Next time you're feeling a girl's titties, keep on with it," she said. "Get your other hand between her legs. Push along, get to her pussy." She began to rock back and forth. Holding his warm, hard young body was wonderful. Talking to him about sex, instructing him, was better. It made her hot with a deep fire that melted without burning her. The sheets under her ass was getting sticky and slick with her flow of cum juice.
The boy, too, was getting hotter. He began to pump back and forth, loving the feel of his cock rubbing on her neck and cheek, under the softly padded jawbone. I could cum right now and shoot it in her ear, he thought, grinning in privacy above her head. The intensity of cum glow in his penis was far beyond what he usually felt. How he kept from cumming, he couldn't have said. But it was probably the expectation of a treat far greater than mere ejaculation.
He had to move suddenly to keep from losing his balance, since she was holding him so tightly. One of his muscular legs went across her thigh so that she had to lean and turn her face to stay close to the jerking red head of his cock.
The beauty of it was a pain in her heart. The carnal smell, the devastatingly sensuous feel of the hairless ball sac in her hand, made her head light with lust. She gave one final suck on his sweet young prick and rolled away onto her back, holding out her arms to him.
He got on the bed promptly, his shyness and anxiety apparently gone. He was up on his knees, looking down at all of Janet's sex treats, his heart swelling along with his cock, and his mouth dry with excitement.
When he hesitated, Janet cried "Come on down!" and pulled at his cock, drawing it toward her head, throwing him off balance so that he fell beside her. She looked at him seriously.
"I'm going to suck you off," she said. "A real blow job. I'm going to suck you until your big old boy nuts explode all that sweet jism into my mouth, and I'm going to eat every last drop of it. Okay? Then lie still."
She went over him quickly with her big lips open like a huge azalea of purple-red hue. She left wet trails of spit down his flat belly, kissed down between his legs, and sucked once on his ass-hole. She grinned as he leaped from the surprise of having his virgin anus sucked.
She pulled her head back and whispered to him, "feel free to play with anything you see. You want to see what a pussy feels like inside? Stick a finger in me. Wiggle it around. Or you can squeeze my titties. Did you ever want to suck on a girl's boobs?" The kid grinned and nodded, and she said, "Then suck mine. If you feel like it."
Without realizing it, she had been hanging onto his hard young cock, jerking it in a slow rhythm. She was lusting in every bone in her body and in every nerve. If she could have spread her cunt lips and looked at them in a good light, she would have seen that the entire interior was blood red. Deep, dark magenta, caused by the rise of blood pressure in the surface veins in her cunt.
Thus, when the youthful Roy suddenly jammed two fingers deep into her, she stiffened and had to bite her lips to keep from screaming. "Baby," she gasped, clutching at his wrist with her free hand, "I may start to cum any second now. When I do, I may yell and scream a little. Just from pleasure, you understand? Oh, God, that feels so hot when you fuck your fingers into me! Do you want to cum?"
He grinned nervously, skinning his gums back from his white teeth. "It's tough to hold it back," he admitted. "It almost hit me a minute ago. It's all so hot. Everything!"
He was almost sobbing from the strain, and his young balls were drawn tightly against his cock. From where she was, Janet could see the full length of it. Not just the part that stops at the belly. But all of that strong portion which can only be seen from below, where you realize that the balls actually hang somewhere near the middle of the pole.
Close to bursting with pent-up cum fire, Janet briefly swallowed the two beautiful young balls, then released them and clamped her lips on that rear portion of fuck stick that went back nearly to the boy's ass-hole. Sha felt a throb in it and let it go quickly, then moved around till the two of them were pressed belly to belly, but with their heads reversed.
She had to clear her throat to speak. She knew her cunt was probably wide open from heat and desire and that young Roy was looking at it. "Roy," she said in a choked voice, "I'm going to suck you real gently until you start to cum. I'll keep on sucking until I think you're through. Is there anything you want to do? Do you want to have your hands down on my titties? Do you want to stick your fingers into my cunt?"
His voice was also hoarse. It made her feel better.
"I don't know," he said. "I know I'm about to shoot it. But your cunt looks so beautiful. Can I open it up with my fingers and look inside while you suck me? Ohh!" he cried, "I can't hold it much longer!"
He fucked his loins forward, his rigid prick stabbing blindly along Janet's thick lips, and she shouted, "All right, Roy! Go ahead!" She opened her mouth to let his tool into her. She felt a fantastic sensation in her crotch and didn't know for sure what was happening and didn't care. It was marvelous and it had released the floodgates of her own cumming.
She could feel the deep, sweet waves of orgasm rising and falling inside her, then seeming to center in her clit, only to roll and sweep throughout her entire cunt.
At the same time, she concentrated on sucking the boy's prick easily and expertly, pressing her strong tongue along the tender areas of his shaft, just below the red head.
It was heavenly to divorce herself bodily from the shackles of time, to float in a cloud of fuck feeling. To suck this boy and to feel his thick, sweet sperm flow out of his tubes with such force that his jets choked her.
She wrapped her tongue around his throbbing organ and let her own peaks of orgasmic joy blend with the rhythm of his shots. God, he had as much juice in his balls as any man! But more delicate, tasty in a fresher way. Gourmet sucking!
His cock grew, drew back, and throbbed. Each time it throbbed there was a hard, hot shot of richly flavored jism to revel in. To taste with tongue and the walls of her throat. To enjoy as its slickness and flavor spread throughout her mouth. And then to swallow it, milking his sensitive cock with her strong throat muscles.
He knew he could stand it because he was standing it. And it was incredibly more beautiful than he could have ever imagined. He had not been entirely truthful with Janet. He had done more than simply pull a few juvenile titties in the back seats of parked cars or in the dark halls of school after hours. Two or three times, some hot and obliging young chickie had pulled his cock out of his pants and given him a hand job, grunting in surprise and passion as the pearly semen shot out and onto her clothing.
Twice he had actually and literally fucked, getting his hard dick into the softly streaming slot of a girl barely seen in the dark of a parking lot. Wonderful, of course. Just to get your nuts off with a girl's help was wonderful. And to hold young cunt lips apart and guide your cock into a slick closeness was adventure, something to cherish.
But he had his entire face buried in this marvelous cunt, so big and hairy and full of juice. Was she cumming like he did? He thought not. She wasn't shooting it, it just flowed out into his eager mouth. What to do? He didn't know for sure where to lick or suck. So he simply rubbed his face in it.
And all the time there was that warm, sucking feeling over his cock, the feeling that every drop of his jism was being saved. At home, he had to aim it when he jerked off. It would have embarrassed him for his mother to find dried fuck juice on the carpet or the walls. Or especially in his bed. But no worries here. That wonderful sweet mouth of Mrs. Foy was sucking him like a lollipop, and every drop was going into her belly to make her strong and make her want to fuck.
There was a tremor going all through the strong body of the woman. There was a gurgling noise coming from around his tool, and her hands were strong on his rump. She was fucking her cunt right at his face. He looked at the deep red folds of slickness that came together to make the entrance to the hole where he had fucked his fingers into her. These folds were moving! Going in and out, gently. like a little mouth that is hungry. And it was pumping out more of that clear, warm liquid that tasted so rankly beautiful. Pussy juice! He had heard of it.
And it must have been really stirred up in the hidden depths of her cunt. It came in dribbles, and it was filled with tiny bubbles. God! It made him hot all over again!
On an impulse, he pressed his mouth down on that moving ring of slick muscle. There was a deep well of woman-juice in this healthy body. Some deeply buried instinct of the primordial male urged him to suck it, to drink of that well of life. There was an immediate, wild response.
With a strength he could not control, the soft muscled legs closed on his head. The woman's body began to hump and writhe, and even with his ears clamped shut he could hear screams so wild that he tensed in fright for fear that some neighbor might rush in. But he kept sucking. Better, he also made a hard point of his tongue and jabbed it into the hole.
The feel of thick and hairy cunt lips on his chin and cheeks was a fantastic experience. He had his arms around the smooth thighs, now as anxious to keep his mouth in the woman's streaming cunt as he was to have it. I'm eating pussy, he thought proudly. He let himself go in a wild enjoyment of texture, sight, taste and flavor, feeling his cock start to throb again with a new hard-on.
CHAPTER EIGHT
She knew that she had to get up. She lay in delighted shock, her vagina feeling as if it had been turned inside out. She found it impossible to keep from kissing this lithe-limbed boy. Or to keep from clinging to his cock.
It was, she realized, not really big. Not like his dad's, nor like Bob's. But it was pretty big for a boy, she imagined. She turned to the quietly smiling lad and asked him.
"Isn't your peter pretty big for your age?"
He laughed. "I don't know. Maybe. I see some a lot bigger in the locker room at Warren Junior High." He laid a warm paw on the breast nearest him. He felt it carefully, the smoothness and tautness, his touch giving the tender nipple a harsh thrill of pleasure. "I don't see any boobs like this," he said, giggling.
"Oh, come on, Roy," Janet said. "That's nice, of course. But I've seen those chicks on the beach. Some of them could out-measure me and you know it."
He squeezed the big globe of ripe fullness to a pouty point and sucked hard on the nipple. She groaned. "Stick your finger in my twat and do that," Janet said. "See what it does to me."
He felt a flare of warmth in the lower part of his body. Not just in any one spot. In his cock, sure, but also in his balls and even in his ass-hole, his rectum. It was like all his pleasure apparatus was in one department. But he did as Janet had asked him, sticking two fingers into the hot, slick tightness hidden by that mask of black cunt hair.
It felt so good that he wiggled the fingers around, getting acquainted with the lovely mysteries of a cunt, reveling in the sense of a heated human lotion, so smooth and rich.
Very carefully, keeping his fingers in place, he once more grasped the tenderized breast. Once more he squeezed its ripe shape into a cone with the dark nipple on top like a juicy cherry. He licked his lips and carefully took all the tit he could swallow into his mouth. His tongue was hard with excitement, his saliva poured out. He had some crazy notion that if he sucked hard enough, this bountiful woman would reward him with a hot squirt of mother's milk.
He began the suction slowly. His cheeks caved in as he increased it. His tongue lashed wildly against the nipple. He was finding the transfer of heat that Janet had learned the night before. A man does certain things to a woman to arouse her into a one-track robot of fuck-fever. But the things he does to ignite her inner flame also lights his burners.
In his previous play, he had wiped her cunt juice all over her breasts. Now, in addition to fingering her cunt and sucking her breast, he was tasting and smelling the drying beauty of her inner sexual exudations. His cock started coming up, hard as a hammer. But something even more fascinating happened.
In the slippery warmth and closeness of her pussy, where everything had been so soft and succulently tender, a new life moved. It was muscle, unexpected cunt muscle. It closed in on his fingers like a velvet vise soaked in the sweetest oils. It was still sensuous and loving, but it had strength.
As he continued to suck at the titty, from which the loveliest and most persuasive of sexual hotline heat flowed to Janet's pussy, the lively cunt squeeze continued on his fingers.
He was only a kid but he could realize he was in the presence of a great gift. And he knew what it meant. If that spit-slick mouth with the swollen red lips could float the jism out of his balls with tongue and cheeks and throat muscles, then the elastic cunt could milk him. like a baby's lips milk a mother's breast.
He continued to move his fingers, almost dreamily. He continued to pull and suck with his lips and tongue on the taut and responsive breast. He could almost feel the nipple grow and extend in his mouth. Just as his prick grew and itched and became hard against the velvety warmth of Janet's thigh.
He had been aware that the woman had been groaning constantly as he massaged her cuntal depths and chewed her tit. And he was aware that her hips were weaving rhythmically as he slopped in the muscularity of her amazing twat. Now she began to rotate her lower body, cracking his knuckles. She also pressed his head down so hard on her breast that he feared she would damage the tissue.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" she moaned, the sounds rising higher in volume. "Finger fuck me, Adam! Please, my darling! Juice me good, baby! Pull my guts out and suck on them. OHHH! OHHH!" And her body beat a hard tattoo on the mattress. "I'm Cumming! ADAM! ADAM, MY LOVE! JAM IT IN ME! OHHHH, FUCK ME! AAAA-aaaagggghhhhh! Ummmm! Mmmmm! My baby! My sweet!"
She came back to this world with the itching burn of a deep cum echoing in her fuck channel. Her womb seemed to hang and the dark web of slickness given her by nature and by virtue of her sex. In that shadowy vault of passion, she felt a hard throb, a vital sense of giving and receiving. She caught the trembling boy to her and lovingly squeezed his cock. She remembered what they had talked about.
"I know a jewel when I see it," she said softly, bending to press her pouting lips around the red and shiny head. "You can't kid me. The boys at school who have bigger ones must be older than you!"
He laughed with contentment. "Mostly I guess you're right. But my buddies have 'em just as big. Ralphie and Steve. Did I tell you about those two guys?"
She hugged him again. "No, you didn't. But they must be nice if you like them. Real buddies. Do they go on these, uh, titty-pulling adventures with you?"
The boy giggled and cuddled against her. What a baby he was in spite of his hard cock and his flow of sperm! "They sure do!" he said proudly. "We do everything together!" like sitting around and jerking off, Janet said in her heat-blurred mind, thinking of three hard young cocks all in a row. like talking about every hot thing you can think of.
She laughed quietly. "You'll have to tell Ralphie and Steve about us, won't you?" she asked. "All about how a grown-up lady with big titties and a bushy-haired cunt sucked you off?"
"Oh, no! Never, Miz Foy! Not in a million years!" His voice was shocked but his face was so fiery with a blush that she knew she had seared his conscience with an accurate guess. "I never would do that! Oh, honest to God!"
She pondered it briefly, weighing what consequences might result. And from what sources.
Well, every pleasure had its risks. Crossing bridges too soon was idiotic. In the meantime, here was a young prick, hard again.
"I know you won't tell them, Roy," she lied. "Because it could get me into a lot of trouble, and then we couldn't go on having fun. Here, let me play with your big old hard cock! Oh, it's so beautiful and hard! Always be proud of it, Roy!"
She thought of another thing briefly mentioned.
"Remember when we were talking about girls your own age? About whether or not they'd suck you if you wanted them to? Did we finish with that? No, I remember now. We both got too excited. I said to get your hand between their legs didn't I? And onto their pussies." She sighed and smiled, remembering the thrill of a boy's hand insistently pushing, pushing, getting there! And the ways she'd help while seeming to fight it.
The boy giggled. "That would sure get me hot," he observed, and Janet squeezed gently on his penis.
"It gets the girl hot, too, that's for sure. And while you're playing with her titties and getting your finger in her twat, you get your cock out, see?" She found herself breathing hard. "And then, after you've kissed her-you know about French kissing-you just sort of pull her head down toward your lap."
He waited. "Then what?" he asked.
"She opens her mouth and puts it around the head of your cock," Janet smiled. Goose bumps came out on her smooth arms as she thought of the scene. A young girl, learning to suck a boy's peter! Glorious! "Maybe she asks: 'What do you want me to do? Suck it?' And you just pull her head back down on it and say: 'That's right, baby! Suck it!' Hey, Roy, your cock's hard again!"
She rolled toward him, smiled as she took his penis in her hands, and slowly fitted her lips over it. There was still a bit of sperm left from their recent encounter. She licked at it, loving the rich taste and the trace of aroma.
"Have you got a lot of Merit Badges, Roy?" she asked.
"Well, yes," he answered. "I'm an Eagle Scout." He was buzzing inside as she wiped her thick lips across his cock, occasionally taking a sweet little suck at it. "Why?"
"Maybe I'll give you enough instruction so you can pass a Merit Badge test in fucking and sucking," she joked. "Would you like that?"
He fucked deep into her mouth. "You want to know something?" he inquired. "Steve and Ralphie and I-we've got a project going. Something like you said. Of course, it's only a joke. We couldn't even talk about such things to our Scout master." He laughed, felling very grown up.
Holding on to his cock, Janet got on one elbow and faced him. "Say, that's very enterprising," she said. "Have you got a girl picked out for it? I mean, do you know someone who will help you get your-uh-Merit Badge credits?" Her tongue seemed thicker. Once again she had trouble talking. Her grip on his stem was more possessive.
"Kind of," he answered. "We think so. Ralphie's sister."
She had been hot and getting hotter. This last idea, that the boys would fuck and sexually explore the sister of one of them was almost too much. She let go of Roy quickly and moved to get her cunt closer to his loins.
"You've already had part of your instruction," she said. "We've sucked each other. Now I'm going to let you fuck me. Would you like that? To stick your lovely little dickie into my hot old twat and fuck it in and out of me until you shoot your load? Until you splatter your cum inside me?"
His throat was suddenly dry. This was the real thing! That red-lined muff of fur, so hot and strong on his fingers, was going to wrap around his cock. He was going to get on top of this beautiful, grown-up lady and stick his cock into her cunt. And she was going to milk it of its sperm! Magic!
He got between her thighs, which she spread wide.
"Look at it," she ordered. "Feel it! Get your fingers into it! There. That's how grown men play before they fuck. Look here, see where I touch? Right there's the best spot. All around there."
"Gosh," the young boy said. "I see something sticking out up there." He touched it and Janet bucked and squealed.
"Oh, Jesus!" she cried. "That's too hard! Don't be scared. I'm sorry I yelled. That's what women-girls-call a clit. The right name is clitoris.
It's like the head of your peter. It's where everything feels the best and hottest."
He was fascinated, getting his face down to look. A line of clear saliva trickled out of his slack lips and hung in her cunt hair. The woman clutched his head and groaned.
"Stick it in me!" she gasped. "Fuck me with your hard cock! Jam it in! Oooh! That's it, baby! That's it, Adam!"
Gee, I must be bigger'n I thought, a voice spoke in the lad's mind. She sure as hell feels tight! The itch of desire to cum filled his cock. It felt as if it were swelling and the slick friction of that marvelous cunt was making it feel bigger and bigger. He would have screamed in pleasure, but he was kissing her, sucking on her tongue.
He remembered what had happened to his dick when he had kissed her tits, and jammed deeper into the streaming, straining pussy just recalling it. He was hitting something hard, deep inside her. God, she was hot. And so tight-slick that it was ten times better than the best jerk-off he had ever had. Even when he and Steve and Ralphie had sat and jerked off each other.
Janet was deep in fuck heat, her body tingling, her cunt streaming with the juices and the warmth of fuck love. The strong cock seemed as big as the boy's dad's, all of a sudden. And he instinctively knew how to drive it. He was deep in her, banging against her free-floating uterus like a real man. The sensation was painfully wonderful. And just a boy!
She wrapped her cunt lips around it as she had wrapped her mouth around it, and the educated muscles in her vagina, achingly sensitized by their lust, stroked all its length.
"Fuck me!" she gasped as his tongue slipped out of her mouth. "Fuck harder! Ohhh, baby! That's it! You're making me CUMMMM! Oh, grind that cunt stretcher into me! Shoot me with your big old load of hot creamy jism!"
She had a firm purchase on the bed with her shoulders and heels. She was throwing the boy into the air with each arching thrust of her powerful thigh and back muscles. Her cunt was like a clever hand, gripping this invading peter, pushing the boy up and bringing him back. Juggling him. She felt that she was sucking him off with her cunt, and she was.
She reached under her, between the cheeks of her ass. Scooping up her cum juice, she touched her ass-hole and went into a high spiral while Roy closed his eyes and held on. The thought of his young prick stuck in her aching and sensitive rectum made her start cumming. Not a big one, where she flipped her lid. A steady, beautiful orgasm, thumping in her cunt and in the dark heat far up in her belly.
She had the juice all over her fingers now. She reached into the clenched muscularity of Roy's ass cheeks and rubbed at his hairless ass-hole. Instead of cringing away, he kept pounding his cock into her. She slid her finger swiftly into his young rectum, and the wave of orgasm in her rose as she felt the slick, wrinkled lining close on her knuckles. It hit him, too. Maybe like Sonny's ass-hole sucking had hit her last night. He groaned and battered harder at her devouring pussy.
"Oooohhh! What's that? In my ass? Oh, Miz Foy! You're fucking me! Oh, give me your titties!"
He bent his neck until it hurt, but he captured one of those big, hard-creased nipples in his mouth. They were both wet with sweat. The sweet sexuality of sucking a woman's sweat from a woman's nipple made him scream inside with compressed heat, the pressure of too much semen in his boyish balls. He pulled on her tit with his hand until she thought it would be ripped from her body, but the old animal fire roared in her love-socket and she let it all rush out as her body and brain went out of control.
He felt her inner muscles pulling on his cock with the demented strength and suction that had made his knuckles crack. He would have been thrown off by her gyrations, except that her strong legs were wrapped over his loins, holding his ripsawing cock inside her.
The need for release beat at the nerves in his prick and he shouted hoarsely as the burning seed shot up from his balls and blasted into the slippery cunt which was eating his dick.
With each shout, he pounded into her again, shooting another load of slick love juice. The fire that flowed along from her aroused breasts, from her erotic mouth and aphrodisiac brain, were bursting in Janet Foy's body like giant firecrackers.
"Oh, Roy, baby!" she grunted, too shaken to scream any more. "Oh baby Adam! Oh love! Oh brother! Oh fuck me! JUST FUCK FUCK FUCK! Shoot me! Give me your cum! THAT'S IT, baby! ONCE MORE! Fuck it into my aching cunt! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!"
There were tears streaming down her face, but they were so mixed with her sweat and spit that no one would have known.
She kept Roy locked in her thighs' embrace, his wilting cock smeared into her cunt even after her milking pressures pushed it out of her vagina.
At last they released each other by some telepathic agreement and the boy rolled off her, looking at her with big eyes.
"Geez, Miz Foy," he said, "I never knew it would ever be that good! Will it always be that wonderful ? "
She was so touched that her tears began again. She held him, kissing his face with its smears of her pussy juice, holding his hands in hers, feeling his cum leaking out of her. She sneaked a hand down and got a small handful of their mingled cum fluids and brought it to her mouth, drinking it.
"I'll try to make it that good, always. If you come to me when you want it," she whispered. A flash of integrity pulled at her mind, and she said, "It could be that good with someone else, too. It can't always be out-of-this-world wonderful, Roy. But even when it's the worst fuck you ever had, it'll be great!" She smiled at his sweating and boyish face.
He looked doubtful. "Why should I want to fuck someone else if you'll do it?" he asked seriously. "If you'll do it when I ask you. You said that, didn't you?" He hung his head.
"If I didn't say it before, I will now," Janet smiled. "Always. When we were fooling around, I said I'd give you instruction enough for a Merit Badge in fucking and sucking. I meant it, baby! Call me any time you want a lesson. Or maybe in a few weeks you'll be showing me how!" She hugged him tenderly. "You did it so good. Fucked me so beautifully! A grown man couldn't have pleased me more."
"You did something crazy to me," he smiled sheepishly. "You stuck something in my bung-hole. Is that part of it? Part of sex, I mean? Can I stick my finger up your ass? It sure felt wild to me! I think that's what made me cum so hard."
She had wriggled around until she had her head under one of his thighs. His hairless balls were so cute! His sweat was so delicate in its smell and taste! She took his balls in her soft lips, gradually inching them back inside her mouth, rolling them gently with her tongue. Was there some way that she could, without being too much of a slavering, boy-eating bitch, get all three of those hard-cocked babies into her bed?
She gave up his balls and held them in her hand. Her voice was sweet and quiet.
"Roy, men and women have good feelings in their rectums. Just like I have-like any lady has-in that other place ... in her cunt. You could fuck me in the ass if you wanted to."
She let this sink in a minute. How to bring it up?
"When boys are good friends, they sometimes do that to each other," she whispered. "Some people say terrible things about it. I don't see why they should."
They were both silent, and he said at last, "You think it's okay to shove it up a guy's ass? As long as he wants it?"
Her heart raced. Here it came! "Sure it's all right. Why not? As long as it feels good, and nobody's mad. Or hurt."
He let out a long sigh. "Gosh, you're wonderful, Miz Foy. Maybe you will help me get a Merit Badge!" He laughed. "Is it all right if I tell my buddies about it if I don't tell them your name? They need to know. Real bad. And they're real good guys. Honest! They just don't know much."
This was it! She looked at him a long time, wondering if she dared say what she wanted. Damn it all! Here was that choking flow of saliva, that thickness of the tongue. She got her voice under control and spoke lightly.
"If you think they'd like it, I can talk to all of you," she said. "I'd be glad to try to help. Just talking, you know."
CHAPTER NINE
After she had kissed young Roy Benson goodbye and watched him chug off on his Vespa, Janet went back to her bed. She lay on her back, feeling immensely feminine and open to male assault. Her cunt felt open and warm and slick. And at times she would almost swoon with the intensity of her memories of their lust.
Her bed was damp with sweat and with spilled cum. She had preserved much of the boy's hot cream. She had sucked him off once more before he left. But he had loosed a really big load in the red and swelling heat of her black-haired pussy. Much of that had leaked out.
"That wonderful, hard, little kid cock!" she mused in a whisper. And then she shook her head. "I'm doing you wrong, Roy baby," she muttered with a grin. "That's a lot of cock. And you've got a talent for using it."
She rubbed one hand down the curve of her belly, along the outer slant of her patch of pubic hair. The slickness of sweated flesh was a delight, since it reminded her of the contacts with that boyish body.
She shuddered as she recalled her promise. She knew she was on a razor's edge of destruction. Fooling with teen-age boys and their cute little old candy cane dickies. There was a very tough law concerning such joys. "Contributing to the delinquency of a minor," was what the law called it.
But she was also on a razor's edge of lust, a burning desire that swept her along unresisting.
When she had kissed Roy, rubbing her hand softly in the crotch of his Boy Scout walk shorts to see if he had another erection ready, he had surprised her. Not that he returned the rub, and right on her open cunt. It got his hand wet with her juice and his seed. And he had squeezed both her titties until she could have just creamed her tights if she'd had any on. No, it was what he'd said.
"Miz Foy, tell me. Who's Adam?"
She hadn't remembered screaming the name of her beloved brother. But of course she had. She always did it. Not with Bob, only when she had a stranger's hard prick searching out the dark and tender places in her belly, stabbing and jabbing that pole of rigid meat into her tenderness. Oozing juice around a cock, slathering spit around some probing tongue. Fucking herself half blind and half silly. That's when she'd cry: "Oh, my God, Adam! Fuck into me, baby! Fuck my ass! Fuck my head! Fuck my cunt!"
She shuddered and rose from the bed, heading for the shower. She looked back at the bed. Some remaining heat in the depths of her vagina, some vestigial burn between her fat cunt lips made her glow with remembered fuck joy. Oh, hell, she could always change the bed. It would be dry by the time Bob got home, anyhow. The way she felt right now, she'd have his clothes and his dick in her fuck hole before he could ask what kind of day she had.
But it didn't turn out quite that way.
She heard more than one voice when Bob let himself into the house. More than two voices. Her heart leaped. Was this going to be another swap night? She'd dressed very scantily after her quick shower. "Only enough to get un-greasy," she had said to herself as the water pelted her. No soaping her cunt. Bob liked it ripe and gamy. So did Sonny. So, for that matter, did Irene.
She stood at the top of the stairs. In this good light, with only a thin skirt half way up her thighs, whoever was there could see the black smudge of hair on her belly, the camouflage over her leaking split. That ought to loosen up anyone who was with her husband.
She was puzzled but pleasant when Bob turned the girl toward her and said, "Terry, you know
Janet. You've seen Terry in my office, dear."
The girl was marvelous looking. like an ad for an Eastern finishing school, looking slender and slinky, but wow, she had lovely tits! And lines like a thoroughbred. Young. Very young. And so sweet.
"Hi, Miz Foy," the child said. "I hope you don't chase me home. I just begged and begged until Mister Foy said all right, maybe you wouldn't kill me. And Red, I mean Mister Benson, said it was worth the gamble."
"What gamble?" Janet asked, although she knew everything that was in everyone's mind. Irene wasn't present. Sonny was. This girl, who was she now? Worked for Bob for no pay. Or very little. For "treatments." She went to the girl and put her arms around the firm, slender body. Those boobs were real! And the body was sleek and strong. She looked around at the two men and winced at them.
"Where's Irene?" she demanded.
Sonny cleared his throat. "Had to run up to L.A. to see her mother," he said. "She had an idea we'd all want to have an instant replay of last night. She wanted it. But she had to go. And she knows this kid and--likes her." He put out a big hand and touched Terry on one of her tits.
"And I've got a barrel of fried chicken," Bob said. "With all the trimmings. Gravy and all."
The slender girl with the taffy hair and the dark blue eyes still looked unsure, and Janet, with a mixture of lust and sisterly empathy, suddenly goosed a welcoming hand into the crack of the girl's ass and kissed her on the lips.
"Well, what are we waiting for?" she asked briskly. "Let's smear some of that gravy on this lovely dish and take turns eating her pussy!"
After that, they all had a great time. Janet realized that at least a part of Bob's "treatments" to this girl consisted of tongue and cock, properly applied. But hardly in a way to do her much good.
"You won't believe this, Miz Foy," Terry said, while the two of them were in the bathroom upstairs and Terry was taking a piss while Janet ran her tongue under her lips and then around them, making their dark red surfaces shine with spit. "But it's the God's truth. I never have really had what you'd call a good fuck from your husband. I get it between clients, and that's not enough time. Oh, at first, when I was a client, I got it all. But I was a skinny little kid, just fourteen. Tits like little green apples, and only a teeny tuft of yellow hair on my pussy. He did give me the works a couple of times. But he always talked a lot."
"Even while he was-uh-giving you the works?" Janet asked. "And you were fourteen? You don't look any older than fourteen right this minute."
"Oh, you're so great!" the naked girl cried. She ran to Janet and squeezed her body against the dark woman's. Her hand clutched Janet's dark pussy with an unusual warmth and understanding. "I just love your cunt!" she cried. "It's so full! So fat and soft and springy!"
"It's full of juice, right now," Janet smiled. "Later on, you can have all of it you can suck out!"
The girl turned pale. "Oh, God, you're going to make me cum just talking about it. Can I have just a little now? Please? Pretty please, with cum on it?"
She dropped to her knees and pried with her fingers in the softness of Janet's twat. The older woman held her hand on the girl's softly padded chin.
"How old are you?" she asked. "And did Bob really talk while he fucked you?"
"I'm nineteen. And he really did. Now, will you let me suck you?"
Janet put her hands in the slender girl's armpits and lifted her to her feet. "Go get on the bed," she ordered. "I'll be there in a sec."
Her own mouth watered as she thought of the comparative freshness of this child's delicately formed cunt. Terry was female heat incarnate. Her pussy had been warmly overflowing even when Janet had put her hand in it at first. Now, with a lot of byplay and feasting and a few feels from both the men, her lovely young vagina would be a chalice full of her warm young bodies sweetest juices. Janet licked her thick lips again and went to the stairs.
"Come on up," she called. "And bring that chicken gravy. Terry and I have thought up a little all-girl circus to get you fellows on the ball!"
It really was a fun thing. Terry was so gorgeous in her sinuous nakedness, her young tits so ripe and full, her hard, young buttocks so tempting.
"Come on, baby, roll over," Janet said jovially, and Terry rolled on to her back with her lovely legs spread wide. Her blonde muff opened with a tiny sucking noise, and the cunt lining shone out in all its wetly pink glory.
"Oooohh!" the girl screamed as Janet licked her up and down from clit to ass-hole. "Ooooohh! That feels so good! Oh, God, Miz Foy, SUCK ME HARD!"
She hammered her lithe body against Janet's mouth. The force of her cunt-thrust spread the older woman's beautiful and sensuous lips into a dark-red rosette. She sucked at Terry's flowing pussy and drank its slick dew with an eagerness that surprised even her.
Last night, I had never done this, she thought with a secret grin against the blonde twat. Now look at me, the old experienced Lez.
But with Terry, as with Irene last night, getting the girl hot was opening the damper on Janet's banked fires. "Oh, baby," she sang into the dripping sweetness of the pink and yellow pussy, "I'm burning up!"
She moved her body and tugged at Terry and got them side by side. "Open your legs this way," she commanded, throwing her upper thigh over the slender blonde's breast. "Lay your cheek on my thigh. There, see what I mean? Give me your top leg." She pulled it up and across her, exposing the girl's opened and richly sloppy cunt. She burrowed her lips into it, bringing a gut-torn wail of pleasure from Terry. She almost gagged. There seemed to be a half pint of cunt juice in that tiny vagina.
And there was a richness of texture to the liquid feast, as though it had somehow formed into little tapioca-like beads. It made her slurp faster, and as she did, she grew hotter.
She felt the warmth of Terry's cheek on her inner thigh, so close to her opened pussy. She moved, drawing that leg higher, to lengthen and open her slit. And then she almost yelled in relief as she felt a long, snaky tongue enter her slit, rasp slickly up her reddened channel, and lap softly around her clit.
"Ummm-ummmm, suck me sweet baby!" she groaned, fucking against the girl's face. She felt uplifted, a hard cum trembling in her twat's deeply stroked center. It made her tongue harder and made Terry's cunt juice seem sweeter. In a haze of lust, she began to chew softly on the tender inner labia that lined the young girl's sex furrow.
II I could only eat her in a thousand ways, Janet thought. II I could only get my teeth clear up to her womb! She chewed more savagely and the writhing blonde sprite screamed, lashing her body against Janet's teeth. Janet tasted blood and her passions grew wilder.
"Oh, please, Miz Foy," the girl's muffled voice rattled against the dark woman's split. "Keep on doing that! It's like you were getting a new cherry!" Between words she was whacking h face into Janet's crotch.
Both women were too frenzied to realize that they had company. On either side of the bed, bearing gigantic erections, Bob and the redheaded appliance man watched in lustful fascination as the two women gnawed at each other's cunts.
"Look how they lie," Bob said, leaning down to put his index finger an inch from his wife's ass-hole, nodding toward where Terry was similarly exposed. "What say we give them a double play?"
Benson grinned. He got on the bed, facing Terry's back. He picked up a handful of her cunt flow, which was cascading down her lower ass cheek, and wiped it on his cock. He watched while his friend did the same. Then, in a slow and sinuous move, he eased the head of his prick right to the winking, slobbering portal of the young girl's vagina. And, although Bob did the same to his wife, neither woman noticed. They were too far gone in their own particular lust, too caught up in a total involvement of tongue and cunt.
But they noticed when the two big cocks forced their separate ways into the separate and straining pussies.
"Oh, Jesus, Miz Foy!" the slender blonde kid screamed. "I've got some kind of horse cock inside me!" She was choking with laughter, brought back to reality from her unconscious trance of tongue fucking. The hairy base of the thick cock was grazing her nose as she licked the dark-red split. The huge balls, as big as hen eggs, rolled lazily on her forehead. And she could feel Janet Foy trembling with laughter.
"Keep sucking me, baby!" Janet gurgled. "You can see what I'm getting up my twat! Bite his balls off if he gets in your way!"
She saw the dark auburn curls on the prick and balls at her eye level and was bemused at the fact. Sonny should be fucking her, Janet, in fairness to Bob. After all, the purpose of swapping was to get new food on the table. Her cunt was responding to Bob's stretching, pounding drives. They were all the sweeter because the girl was tickling her clit and inner labia with her tongue and lips. Her mouth was full of the young girl's cunt, her mind full of bright pictures.
And then her mind skipped a beat and she thought: What do I mean, thinking Terry's new stuff to Bob? How often does he give her one of those "treatments"?
She was getting so hot, the sexy itch so concentrated in her cuntal area, that she was about to pop. And this rising heat created an idea. She touched Sonny on his hairy hip. In response, he delved between Terry's body and hers and pinched her tit.
"Okay," he said cheerfully, "what do you want?"
She moved her streaming mouth back from the wetly open gash of the younger woman's twat.
"You're pulling 'way out and socking it back in real deep," she said. "You listen to me, too, Bob
Foy!" Some of the fast action slowed. The smell of cunt, the aroma of masculine crotches so deeply sweated, was overwhelming in the room. Janet could feel her own heart pounding, could feel the beat of the blonde kid's heart in the blood-filled lips of her cunt.
"On every other stroke, Sonny, pull clear out. I'll be waiting and you can shove it in my throat."
From the area of her pussy there came a muffled protest: "But it feels so good shoved up me, Miz Foy!"
Janet tenderly and thoroughly kissed the girlish cunt so slickly opened to her tongue. "Don't worry, baby," she crooned softly, nuzzling her face into the trembling clutch of blood-laced slickness. "You'll be getting Bob's cock down your throat! Okay?"
There was a delighted giggle, an impulsive movement of the warm and slender body, and Terry's voice came out of the fleshy tangle. "Okay, fuck away, everybody!"
It was impractical but it was fun. Hot fun. Janet watched the enormous cock at the closest range. It drove into the small and tender pussy of the teen-age girl as though it would split her wide open. It was marvelous what nature had done to make this area so elastic. The seemingly small and obviously tender hole took in that massive prick without any trouble. If the tool had been half again as large, it would have taken it.
The base was so thick! It was covered with the redhead's pubic hair. Wouldn't this hair scrape the tender linings? Apparently not. And Janet giggled, remembering that it had not scraped her twat the day before. Or last night. And she could see why. The young girl's cunt was so juicy! She was giving up simply buckets of that warm, clear cum goo which is the natural lubricant for a cock to slide easily into a cunt. Wham! It went in clear to the balls. And the balls trembled just at Janet's nose. Whoosh! It pulled out so far that only the red head stayed in and Janet saw the cord that moors the foreskin to the cockhead. And it was shining and slippery with the thick coating of Terry's flow of cunt oil.
But there was something else, too. Something besides the clear essence of pussy. Janet saw it and knew what it was just as Sonny's big cock pulled out and poised at her mouth.
She didn't miss a beat. Her hand closed on the wet stem, her mouth was raised and open. All she had to do was guide it in. Her head was thrown back, naturally. Her lips were sopping wet with saliva and Terry's cum. The big cock went into her mouth and the redhead's lunge rammed it deep in her throat. At the same time, she felt her husband's hard penis leave her aching cunt, and she heard his satisfied grunt as he slipped his wet peter into the young blonde's gullet. So marvelous! So free-wheeling!
She sucked lustily on the choking cock as Sonny pulled out, smacking her big lips around it just before she aimed it back into the fluttering fuck hole at her nose. Her own cunt was empty, hurting with its loneliness, and she snapped, "Come on, Terry! Give it up and let Bob slip it to me!"
She heard a giggle and felt a sharper suck on her cunt. She forgave the impetuous chickie, loving the weeping red cunt under her lips so deeply, so involved with giving pleasure as well as getting it. And anyhow, Sonny's cock pulled out again and she opened her throat to take it, taking in that other substance she had seen on the slap-dash throat-fuck just before. It was thick and custardy and gooey. And it was dark red. With it, there were flecks of bright blood. Terry was getting her period!
She swallowed hard on the big cock deep in her throat, dreamily wondering how near it was to her stomach and its contents. Get all gooshed up with fried chicken, she thought, and mentally went "Yeicch!"
She was entranced with the increased intimacy of her contact with the lovely blonde girl. The feeling of sisterhood in her liberated heart had never flamed so bright, so hot.
I owe so much to Irene, she thought. Oh, God, don't we all give each other all the love and support we owe ?
The next time Sonny pulled his dripping cock out and aimed it at her parted lips, Janet held it firmly, jerking it gently and smoothly to help the nice man hold his lovely feeling.
"We've got to decide something," she said. "When the guys get ready to shoot their wads of lovely jism, we have to play fair. If I get Sonny's load in my mouth, it won't be fair for Bob to let his nuts go in my pussy. Right?"
And the steaming young girl's happy but determined voice cracked out: "Right! Right!" And then, showing her goodness and sweetness, she humbly asked, "Which way do you think you like it best, Mr. Foy? In your wife's pussy? Or in my mouth?"
Janet answered for him, to forestall any possibility of the girl's tender feelings being bruised. After all, she said in her mind, no girl feels too good when she's getting the curse. "He wants to shoot it into your sweet throat, my dear. He can drop his load in my homey old cunt any time!"
It was fun, and it seemed far out to Janet. All her fuck scenes had been, she now realized, the most ordinary sort of adultery. She had been searching and finding nothing. Just the same old say hello, wiggle your tits, get fucked! It had all seemed so daring, so beastly. And it was nothing. This was hot, and it was different, but it still wasn't enough. Multiply cock and cunt and fuck to the nth power, you still have nothing but cunt, cock, and fuck.
Still, the broad smear of blood-clotted cum juice in the gaping trough of tender meat, fringed in taffy hair, was lovely.
She felt the fire of orgasm begin to drum up inside her belly, felt as though her womb were sagging open in heat and love pain. Whether from Bob's cock or Terry's sweet mouth or both she didn't know. Nor care. Her body felt free to sing and burn and thrash out the lust that was bursting in her like an overblown balloon.
I can't let it all hang out and yell my guts out, she remembered.
And in her heated cunt she felt her beloved husband's hot cock jerk and swell and knew if he left it in another second it would explode in her guts and Terry would be left out in the cold. She jerked herself away and heard the young girl gasp just before the big bar of slick gristle stabbed into her tonsils, to spray its spermy juice into her happily swallowing mouth.
She did even more.
When Sonny Benson's urgently throbbing rod was pulled out of the blonde twat, turning its vein-laced lining almost inside out, Janet gave it one long, loving suck, held it from her long enough to see it swell and shoot one ropy jet of semen that splattered hard against her face, and neatly tucked the spouting monster back into little Terry's twitching vagina.
There was a drop or two of semi-solid residue on her tongue. She rolled it between her gums and lips, knowing what it was. Something from little Terry, she thought, with tears in her eyes. Right out of the childish womb. A gift from a loved one. From a new sweetheart. Life was gorgeously free of its gifts. The best things in life really were free!
She almost finished her own orgasm in the prickly heat of voyeurism watching the fucking throes of the beautiful teen-ager strung between two such big cocks. Both men pumping their life essence into the lovely child. One in her taut little pussy, so neatly formed of raw red lips and crisply curled yellow hair. One in her soft, sweet mouth. Watching that lovely young body ripple and thrash in fuck fever, leaking jism from cunt lips and mouth lips. Too full, too sated.
After the men got up laughing and went out to get a drink, Terry lay with her head on Janet's smooth belly, her fingers playing in the older woman's thickly juiced cunt. The girl was weeping. Now and then she burrowed her face into the thicket of tangled black hair and kissed deeply along the swollen lips.
"You did it for me!" the girl sobbed. "I never had anyone do anything so unselfish for me in my life! You know, I think of Bob-Mister Foy, that is-as Uncle Bob. Sometimes, when I'm really full of joy, I call him Daddy Bob. But you-you're better than any mother! Or any sister!"
She continued to weep and continued to suck at Janet's opened cunt. "Can I ask you something, Miz Foy?" she asked.
Janet laughed. "Don't ask if you can call me Mother Foy," she warned. "Call me Janet. Not Mother Janet. You don't want to get too loaded up with relatives. Here, baby," she said, feeling that wave of cum itch rising, "kiss me along this little ridge. Suck my little cum button. Ahhhhh, so nice! OHHHHHHHH! SUCK IT, GIRL! I'M CUMMMINNNGGG! OH, good God, how sweet!"
When the girl looked up, happy and cunt-smeared, she said, "Funny you should say what you did. About relatives. I want to ask you about my brother. His name's Ralphie."
Janet let the thick heat of her orgasm ripple in small waves of pleasant fire all along her cunt's length. She was acutely aware of what Terry had said.
"Ralphie?" she repeated. "How old is he? Is he a buddy of young Roy Benson. And another guy, Steve Arrino?"
"Oh, yes!" the girl said. "Sweet kids! But I don't know if I ought to-well, Ralphie has this idea."
She bit her lip, her hand stroking Janet's breast.
"Ralphie's always full of fuck juice," she said. "He's always after me to let him fuck me. Or for me to blow his cock." She giggled. "He's got a dandy! But I keep telling him it's a sin. I try to help him all I can. But gee! Is it all right for a sister to give pussy and head to a brother?"
Janet's lips felt thick and soft, her tongue blistered.
"How do you-uh-help him, Terry?" she asked.
"Well," the girl said, "I've always let him look at my pussy while he jerked off. Ever since he could cum. But he wanted more. So I've been giving him a hand job. It's kind of hot, you know, Miz Foy-Janet. He's got an awful sweet prick. It gets so big and wild and the head gets dark red. And I let it shoot on my titties. He--likes that."
"I'll bet you like it, too," Janet croaked.
"Gosh, do I ever!" the girl said fervently. "And does it ever taste good! I can't help getting some of it in my mouth," the child said defensively.
"Oh, of course," Janet agreed. "Does that satisfy him?"
"No," Terry said positively. "Lately, he's made me let him put his fingers up my cunt, and he keeps tickling while I pull him off." She giggled. "I don't let him know it, but I cum all over his cute little old hands! Isn't that crazy?"
Janet's cunt was aching with new love and new need. It was unbelievable. Small world. She was pretty certain that she would be seeing Terry's brother tomorrow. Seeing wasn't exactly the word. Something stronger and better.
"Crazy is the word," she murmured, holding hard on to one of Terry's sweetly swollen breasts. "Look at this nipple," she said admiringly. "They really swell up when you cum, don't they?"
"Yes'm, Miz Foy. I mean, yes'm, Janet. Yours do, too. Oh, I could just suck you right under!" the girl cried. "You're so sweet! You don't think I'm a criminal for helping Ralphie?"
Janet pulled the girl down and kissed her, sucking her tongue, feeling under her for the opening to her wonderful, generous little cunt. "I think you're a darling," she said firmly. "Ralphie's a lucky boy to have such a loving sister. But I think you ought to help him even more."
"Gosh! D'you mean I should-fuck him?"
"And suck him," Janet affirmed. "And anything else that you want to. Or he wants you to. Do it, do it, do it!"
The girl hunched closer to Janet and wailed like a hurt child as she looked down. "Oh, terrible!" she whimpered. "Look! I've ruined your nice bed! Ugh! I wasn't due until day after tomorrow! Oh, Janet, I'm so sorry!"
"I knew it a while ago," she said calmly. "When Sonny pulled his prick out of you and I sucked it. I saw it all. I even sort of got a little when you and I were first sUcking. A kind of grainy taste." She licked her lips.
"Lie on your side," she said thickly. "Like we were before. Here, get to sucking me. Quick! Oh, damn it, I'm so fucking hot! Open your legs!"
The girl reluctantly raised one firm thigh. "You're not going to-not when I'm-" she finished miserably. But she relaxed slightly when she saw Janet's dripping slash open before her eyes, buried in the dense and fragrant hair.
"I'm going to suck all that out of you!" Janet trilled. "I've been so square!" she cried. "Open it up, baby! Give it to me!"
She clamped her thick lips around the girl's pulsing twat, lapping first, getting up little goodies. Then she pursed those amazingly strong lips and sucked with all her power. What she got was rich and strong. Thicker than any ordinary cunt goo could be. Gamey, tasty, thrilling.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" the high and girlish voice cried. "Oh Janet, I can't stand it!" Janet felt her partner's lips, busy in the delightfully cum-prone lips of her own cunt. She was a hair away from a beautiful cum.
She drew back and looked at the clean pink cluster of girlish cunt-tissue. "There's some more goodies in there," she muttered fiercely. "Keep sucking on me, Terry," she said in a far away voice. "Just keep sucking, baby! Turn me inside out if you can. I dig your sucking. I dig your pussy!"
She began sucking in earnest, now, swallowing whatever came out and loving it. She began to pump her ass back and forth, throwing her open cunt onto Terry's mouth. She was leading up to a cum. She wanted to shoot it into the girl's mouth just as Terry would pour it into her mouth. It was life. It was love. It was unbelievably sweet!
CHAPTER TEN
That had been a wonderful night. And the next morning was wonderful, too. The big upstairs bedroom smelled like warm, lovely sex in every corner. She had not changed the bed. She liked the dappling of Terry's young menstrual tracks on the sheet. It gave her a gut-shaking intensity of love.
Bob, bless him, had hugged her with an especial tenderness after they had gone to bed, slap-happy with the marvelous drunkenness of sex. All because of what she had done for Terry.
"I never even thought you'd accept her," he confessed. "Not wholly and not so soon. She is just a bit-well, what do I say? Far out? Bugged with sex?"
"She's a sweet, warm-hearted kid, Bob," Janet had said. "She needs love."
"Boy, she sure got it!" her husband said, smoothing the sheets where her pussy was so plainly imprinted in deepest red.
"I gave her love because she needed it, partly. But mainly because she's easy to love," Janet murmured, a soft look on her boldly good-looking face.
"You're a sweet woman, my dear," Bob told her. "Sweet and good. And the best pussy I ever knew. That's why I never get tired of you. God, you're marvelous!"
Now he was at work and Janet moved about the house, alert for the thing she so desired. There is something about holding out a gift to youth. It made Janet sad to think how the generations mistrusted each other.
"I hope Roy believed I meant it when I said I'd be glad to help," she murmured, her swollen pussy throbbing slightly. "Damn! Why didn't I promise more! I said 'Just talk ... That's all!' Janet, you dummy! Why didn't you promise your pussy?"
She finally settled in her bedroom. There was a reason. Between it and the front patio below, there was an acoustical affinity. Even a whisper from that tile-flagged court came up to her window as if amplified. Occasionally it amused her.
So, when the smoke and clatter of a trio of motorbikes sounded from the far driveway, she could hear every word as Roy, keeping his voice low, argued with the other two.
"You better forget that tough talk, Ralphie," he said. "Miz Foy's a good lady. You damn fool, her husband's a marriage counselor. She's learned from him."
The tall kid with the blonde hair spat on the tiles.
"I think she's the one you claim you fucked," he said. "If she fucked you, she oughta give all us guys a bang!"
"You're nuts!" Roy almost shouted, and the other boy, as dark as she was, hissed, "Cut it out, you two! Ralphie, you better cool it. If this good-looking cunt want to talk about pussy to us," and he smirked, "I sure want to listen!" He stroked a hand down his thigh and Janet plainly saw a hard-on.
"Okay, okay," the tall boy said. "She's a nice lady. I know enough to behave. Hey, this is a nice place! What's that old place back in the trees? Looks like some old barn. Let's go take a quick look at it. I have to piss, anyhow!"
Janet went through the bedroom into the huge bath that faced south. Her breath was quick and hot. Her cunt, which had been simmering, now boiled over. Cum juice flooded out in a broad, slick smear as she covered the short space to the window. The velvet friction of her inflamed cunt lips was like the prelude to gut-popping cum.
They all had to piss, as it happened. They were in profile to her, and she chuckled as the three young cocks, backed by full bladders, fired their brilliant yellow streams against a broken wall of masonry. The dark boy, Steve, seemed to wear the gaudiest cock, but after all, he was nursing a hard-on only a minute before.
They were in the old carriage house so long that she became impatient. Probably having another of those bullshit arguments, where Ralphie, talking big, angered young Roy.
She had intended to approach the building openly, singing to alert them of her coming. But that idea died of an old, secret ailment. Killed by a memory.
And it was almost history repeating itself.
Oh, they weren't jerking off. Not really.
"After we talk to her," she heard the blonde Ralphie say. "After we see those tits that old baby-face claims she's got, we ought to come back out here and stretch our peckers!"
He laughed, holding out his own cock, rolling the foreskin back to show the shiny red head. Sunlight filtered through cracks and supported dancing motes of dust. She saw them plain.
"You're nuts, Linden," Steve laughed. "Roy, let's get this screwball out of here before he gets us all arrested."
"Oh, shit, he's only talking big," Roy laughed. "But this sure is a nice private spot. Be a good place to jerk around."
"Be a good place to bring a couple of girls," the Linden boy said. "Or even one girl. I tell you guys, I'm not kidding! My sister told me this morning, she's gonna give me all I want! Once
I get her started, I'll work you in on it!"
"Oh, brother!" Steve jeered. "That's a crock of shit! Man, she'd shoot us! But listen-no disrespect, Ralphie. I'd let her piss in my eye just to see where it came from!"
Mechanically, pulled by God knows what weird inspiration, Janet moved in on the three dumbstruck boys, still holding their cocks out in shamed immobility. They heard her voice come out thickly, as if she spoke in violent anger. She heard it that way, too, but knew it came from a fuck-struck mind.
"What's the meaning of this?" she gagged, knowing it came out as a threat. But she remembered that, in that aching yesterday so many years before, she had been a threat. And she had been raped and raped and raped because she was a threat.
"You're in deep trouble," she grated. "All of you! Wait until I get to a phone."
She wheeled, purposely clumsy, and gasped as two hard hands caught at her arms.
"Shut up lady," a hard young voice said. Ralphie, who else? She licked at him and he cried, "Grab her, Steve! Look out she doesn't kick you in the nuts!"
They held her in such a way that her robe, that same gauzy thing she'd had on the day before, fell open. Both the kids turned white and Steve, looking boldly at her shaking tits and big ruff of black cunt hair, said, "Jesus! Roy told the truth!"
Roy raised his voice. "Let her go, you dummies! What the hell is this?" But he had a hard-on sticking out in the front of his shorts, and it gave Janet a fierce thrill.
"Cool it, Roy," Steve said. "We came out here at your invitation. Hell, she was going to give us some sex education! Now she's talking about phoning the fuzz." He looked angry but he sounded troubled.
"She wants trouble, I say, give her trouble. We've got her out here, nobody home, nobody in ten miles. Let's be in real trouble. Let's all fuck her!" He boldly opened his zipper and let the cock he had hastily stowed away pop out again. Janet closed her eyes in such a rush of anticipation that she was afraid her joy would frighten them off.
Somehow, out of a deep instinct, Janet produced exactly the right words. "You haven't got the guts!" she hissed. "A bunch of snot-nosed babies!"
There was a pile of soft old hay, and the boys were considerate enough to dump her there. Over the shoulders of Steve and Ralphie, she saw the anguished face of Roy Benson. She gave him a broad wink and a quick "come-here" nod which said as plain as day: "I like this. Don't be silly. Get in it!"
She was rewarded by his two warm young hands prying up between her naked thighs, and his shout: "Look at the juice! Man, this is some cunt!"
"Be damned," Ralphie swore softly. "Roy, you could have fooled me! Oooh, those tits!" and he bore Janet down under his weight and Steve's.
She had been getting wilder and wilder inside, ever since breakfast. The faint possibility that Roy would come by with his friends had kept her seething. Last night's lovely excesses, the aftereffects of her sixty-nining with that lovely child, Terry, had left a lasting sense of hot life in her pussy.
There were brief moments while each boy, with man-like shouts of joy, shucked off his clothes. And then, like an avalanche of smooth, warm flesh, they were on her. But she had been ready for it, achingly ready, long before the first hard young cock stabbed into her cunt.
It was the dark boy, Steve Arrino, and he seemed self-conscious but eager. He was too hot, really. He could not know that the milking squeeze he got from the slick, hot cunt was a masterpiece of talent and desire. He simply started shooting, and Janet pumped him dry, using the kindly skills of her marvelous pussy to milk out his sticky young sperm.
"I fucked her! I fucked her!" he cried, capering wildly about, until Ralphie said: "Cut out that crap and hold her so I can fuck her!" In the meantime, as Roy sucked alternately on her breasts, she continued to thrash and weave her hips and ass, blindly seeking to allay her fuck need.
And she was so charged up, so nerve-taut and eager, that she began to shake with another gigantic cum as Ralphie quietly slipped his long cock in, banged hard, then expertly twisted and rotated his hips.
He's had some instruction, Janet grinned, thinking of the beautiful young blonde who so loved her brother that she burned to "help" him.
Somewhere, somehow, they lost the feeling of being enemies, and by the time Ralphie was pulling his dripping cock out of her well-used cunt, it was a community affair.
"Roy," Janet said, when she was sitting up with her arms around her knees and straw tickling in her open pussy, "will you run up and get a couple of blankets? And pillows? Take Steve with you if you like."
She turned to the blonde boy left behind and pulled him to her, kissing him, not surprised that his mouth opened and his tongue came to meet hers. She sucked his tongue long and tenderly, holding on to his cum-slicked peter, rolling its loose skin back and forth. His hands came to her, one to fumble with her breasts, the other to go unerringly to the split shining so redly in her mass of dark hair. Under her soft hand, his youthful penis began to swell and rise. She shifted her hand lower, taking his balls in her soft fingers. They had a wiry little rasp of hairs on them.
She thirsted for his cock, any cock, really. She disengaged their tongues and said hoarsely: "Your sister never has sucked you off, has she?"
The boy leaped and almost snarled "No!" but she smiled and kissed him again.
"She will," Janet promised. "She'll do it this afternoon. As soon as she gets home from the office."
The boy shivered. "How do you know so much?" he wanted to know. And then he grinned broadly. "She was over here last night, wasn't she?"
He leaned and gave Janet's tit such a powerful-suck that pain flashed a pleasure signal to her vagina, and hidden muscles contracted in a delightful burst of sensuality.
"Oh, Jesus, she as much as told me she would, this morning! Damn!" He looked at his tool, suddenly become rigid again, and pressed it against Janet's swollen breast.
She leaned and took his hard young organ gently in her warm fist, kissing its red tip and running her tongue around its flaring corona. "I'll suck you off now," she whispered. "That is, if you want me to!"
He was so anxious that he grabbed her head roughly and tried to fuck into those big, thick lips. She said, "Wait, Ralphie, don't hurt me," and he muttered, "Gee, I'm sorry, Miz Foy. But it's so crazy-great! Oooohh!" and he whimpered like a five-year-old, "Please do it to me!"
She opened her mouth and let his cock slide in, running her tongue around it, licking under the head where the greatest sensation flowers. She took it out and held it, whispering: "Finger-fuck me. I'm hot, too. I need to cum! There, that's it. Not so hard. Be gentle, and rub farther up." She hunched her ass along the hay, onto his probing finger, crooning: "Mmmmm! Mmmmm! That spot up high, that's just like the head of your cock."
He realized what she meant. After all, Terry had let him look at her pussy for a long time. She had pointed out the little pearly lump she called her "clitty button" so he knew what it looked like and where it felt best.
Her tongue and lips and cheeks were doing such magical things to his cock. He was almost ready to blow his load again, and it seemed like just a minute or two before that he had poured it into her cunt. Even taking a wet deck from Ralphie, she was tight to his cock. It had been slickly, hotly wonderful, but maybe this was better. He was kneeling, he could watch that lovely mouth around his cock, going down and pulling back. He could watch her gorgeous titties swing back and forth, too.
He had two fingers buried in her pussy, and she was doing something amazing with it. She was sucking his fingers with her cunt! Biting on them! And as he pushed in and pulled out, he was getting a handful of her cum with every hunch of her round, firm ass.
She was highly agitated. She could not cry out as she would have loved, but could only go "Mmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmm!" as she hunched her body strongly on the boy's hand. It caused a corresponding movement of her head, so that her mouth was fucking his cock as well as sucking it.
She suddenly let his cock go for just a second and cried: "Oh, God! I'm cumming!" and fell on her back.
He felt the itching burst of exploding semen in his balls, and rolled above her, jabbing his cock back in her mouth, pulling her body so that she rolled back, on her side, and took the full length of his bursting prick down her throat. It hurt, it strained, but the shower bath of pearly white jism was enough pay for any discomfort. And his fingers were so understanding, so busy! Even while he was so fiercely pumping his young and heavy load into her mouth, he remembered to push and pull inside her shrieking twat.
She was getting deeper and deeper into the same trance of lust that had always marked her adventures in adultery, and her mind suddenly said: Stop it, Janet! Don't hide from what you've been looking for!
She released the last flutter of orgasm from her swollen cunt lips and let Ralphie's cock slip out from her mouth. She held it softly and looked up from where she lay, smiling. There above her and Ralphie were two youthfully eager hard-ons, trembling between the thighs of two hard-bodied teenagers.
Roy was licking his lips, and Steve, whose cock still shone from drying cum juices, was so obviously in pain from over-packed balls that Janet said to him, "Get down here, Steve, baby, and I'll suck your cock, too!" To Roy she said, "You know where I want it, don't you, honey? Right where I had my finger in you, yesterday!"
He could not believe that this was happening to him. He knew that butt fucking was a lot of fun, although he'd never tried it with a female, and it was a deep, dark secret among him and his two pals. But Ralphie grinned and Steve said, "Hey! I want some of that myself!"
And Janet rolled on her side, smiling up and beckoning to Steve to lie down facing her. Her delightful ass cheeks were primly closed, but the pouting, dark-haired lips of her pussy thrust out. And the eager Roy knew that the other mystery, the ringed and puckered ass-hole, was an inch behind.
He was gasping with excitement as he knead his way to the warm softness of that sensational ass, and his heart jumped when Janet reached a hand back and pulled the upper cheek back to reveal the hidden temptation of her shit hole. She delved in her soaking pussy, too, and rubbed the slick cunt oil all over the browned ring.
With a groan of fevered lust, the youthfully passionate Roy moved to her, rubbing his cock into that flowing fountain with the hairy lips, making her jump as she sucked Steve. He looked nervously around for Ralphie and found him standing just above him, his lower lip hanging slack, eyes glazed with lust.
He grinned and edged closer. His cockhead was pressing on the textured hole which seemed so small. But he thought of the size of turds that squeezed from human ass-holes, and of the wild feeling set off in his own rectum by Janet's finger.
He wiped the cunt-slicked peter back and forth and then, with determination and accurate aim, slid it right into the hole. It seemed to open and stretch as he slid in. It was very tight, and there was a hard throbbing inside. He almost came with that first thrust, it was so hot, such a hot idea to fuck a lady in the ass! He and his pals had tried everything. Well, almost everything, and they had talked about what they hadn't done. Talked about it in snickers, feigning disgust with the idea. But he was so aware of Steve, fucking into Janet's deep throat, holding one of her wonderful tits. And he was aware of Ralphie, wet-cocked, standing at his shoulder.
The pressures around his flailing cock were so good that he stopped fucking into Janet to let her rectal muscles move strongly around his cock. They gripped its base like a strong hand. He pulled carefully back until the tender head of his peter was gripped and cuddled and squeezed. It was so wonderful that he simply turned partly around, not looking up at Ralphie at all, and took the other boy's cock in his mouth. There was a deep understanding in the dusty old barn.
Steve, lying on his side, could see. He smiled and made the okay sign with thumb and forefinger in a circle. Ralphie put his hand on Roy's head in love and understanding. And Janet, busy sucking Steve and gently heaving her ass as it clasped Roy's cute, hard pecker, closing on it with loving strength, saw out of the corner of her eyes. She waved a hand to Roy and he put one of his hands in hers. She squeezed it hard, and he knew she approved.
Having Ralphie's cock in his mouth seemed so right, somehow, that he enjoyed it all more than ever. The motion of the lovely ass, the hard caress of the strong muscles. The sight of the beautiful, voluptuous body, engaged in so much pleasure. And he knew he was sucking Ralphie's cock better than Janet was sucking Steve's. After all, a fellow certainly would know the exact spots where the most intense pleasures dwelt. And the skin was so soft! The head, too, like a very ripe plum. And, like a ripe plum, it would squirt juice all through Roy's mouth. He quivered in love and anticipation.
Never any more frustration! They were all of them committed now to complete love and friendship. And Janet would be the core of it. She saw no harm in sex of any kind. She'd made that clear to him yesterday. He sucked slowly, but hard. He enjoyed exploring the little ridges and valleys of his buddy's cock, knowing how delightful it would feel on him when Ralphie sucked him. Or Steve. Steve, who was fucking so deep and hard into Janet's lovely, full blown mouth. He wanted to say: "Hold still, Steve, and let Janet do the sucking." But his mouth so full and he was so delighted.
He could almost see Janet getting ready to cum. This cock of his, up her ass, was as exciting as if it were in her cunt. He knew about a woman's titties showing her passion. Janet had explained it to him yesterday. How the burning beauty of a heavy cum swelled a woman's breasts and made the nipples hard as bullets. He could see them swelling now.
He could feel his cock getting ready to shoot its load. And he could feel the tensing of Ralphie's thighs, the sudden hard throbs in the prick he was sucking. He reached out and squeezed his lovely friend's warm titty so hard that its pinkness turned a purplish white and her body shuddered with sensuality.
His cock swelled and he felt the start of life in his balls, the burning in his tubes, the shock of cumming.
He sucked deeply on Ralphie's cock, trying to get it all in, back to his tonsils, buried in his throat. And, at the same time, he jammed two or three fingers deep into the protruding twat just by his own cock. They went into the warm slickness clear to the last knuckle. Janet must have had her cunt really relaxed by the butt-fucking. It must have really been sagging open. It felt so good! So damned good!
He felt the hot gush of Ralphie's cum, and it was better even than the taste of Janet's cunt had been. No, his mind said, not better. Different. And he sucked and sucked, whimpering in the delight he felt at giving his pal such pleasure.
He put his arm around Ralphie's muscular ass, holding himself in place as he fucked and shot and creamed into his beautiful friend's ass-hole. She was thrashing and bucking and groaning so hard as Steve squirted his rich wad of cum into her cheeks. She was swallowing happily, the moaning letting bubbles of thick white sperm form at the corners of her mouth. The thick lips were flecked with semen. Beautiful!
They all seemed to sink down together. Ralphie lowered his body, leaving his willing cock between the lips of his friend Roy. And Roy cuddled against the smooth back of Janet.
He reached over her to pat her cheek and felt the drained balls of his friend Steve. He held them for a second, and Steve gripped his wrist to signify love and friendship. He had let Ralphie's cock escape, but now the tall blonde boy's entire body was against his.
"I'll suck you off, old buddy," Ralphie was whispering. "God damn! This has been some day!"
The old carriage house's main entrance faced north. The open door gave the only real light except for sunlight leaking in through cracks between vertical boards.
Something was clouding that light. Where it had been bright gloom, it was dark gloom. And there was a presence among them, a presence of anger. And a harsh voice!
"You dirty little rats! Raping a grown woman!"
There was the sound of a slap and Roy screamed in terror. Then all the boys were up and scrambling for the door, faces contorted in fear. And Janet, stifling reaction easily because of her deep shock, looked up at Irene Benson.
The other woman's face was working, convulsing. Tears flooded her eyes and she dropped to put her arms around Janet.
"Oh, my dear!" the blonde woman sobbed. "What have they done to you? My own son! God! Oh, God! I'll kill them all! I'll see them all in prison!"
She was beside herself, and Janet watched coolly, gradually getting back her lost breath recovering from the hard shock.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
There was no strangeness about being naked and covered with jism, at least not to Janet. She was thinking, but not panicky. Rather, she wanted to settle Irene's nerves, to get her back to reality.
She reached for the other woman, who had been reaching to comfort her. But she was squatting in an awkward and very sex-opened position, and when Janet's hand went under Irene's body it slipped into widely spread cunt lips. Slobbering and pasty with a flood of cum, too. Irene had on no panties.
Turning, Janet hugged the bigger woman and pulled her gently to rest on the blanket. Irene was sobbing in frustrated rage.
"They can't hide!" she sniffed. "We've got their clothes! They'll have to come back and face the music, Janet!"
Janet, brought from her shock by a number of things, one of them most certainly the feel and touch of the warmly opened cunt, smiled and kissed her friend.
"Sure, baby. We'll send the culprits up for life. But what will be the charge?" She rubbed again, this time purposely, in Irene's blonde cunt hair and got two fingers into the flooding split. As the other woman shut her eyes and sucked in a deep breath, Janet whispered, "Oh, I know! We'll charge them with being boys! Human, warm-blooded boys. With hard-ons!"
Irene struggled briefly in Janet's arms. "What the hell are you saying?" she demanded angrily. "Was this your idea? Did you-lead these kids on?" She was breathing hard and there were white indentations at the corners of her mouth. "Did you teach my boy-were you, uh-oh, for Christ's sake! What's the matter with me, anyhow? God, I'm talking like some nineteen-forty model Methodist bitch!" But she looked bewildered and lost, and Janet felt strangely tender toward her.
"You wouldn't want your boy not to know about sex, Irene," the dark woman whispered, her cheek against the other's. "A boy that age needs guidance, you know that as well as I do. Better.
After all," and Janet smiled tremulously, "you're the Earth Mother. And sex is the-well, what can I say? It's the most of all that's good and sweet and beautiful!"
She turned to Irene, who was turning on a smile that started deep inside and was coming on like an opening flower. She kissed her friend, and they rocked gently for a moment, their tongues slickly embracing in their warm mouths. Janet's hand rested between the softly-haired and drooling lips of Irene's cunt.
Janet drew away and asked quietly: "Do you feel better now?"
Irene's laugh was soft but real, "You know it," she said. "But so embarrassed. How can I ever face those kids?"
Janet thought. "I never thought of anything but Roy's cute little cock and getting it into me," she said. "If I'd have had to rationalize my action, I'd have said: Irene and Sonny are my friends. Their boy needs instruction. Irene can't give it to him. So-she'd be glad for me to take her place. You understand how I'd feel?"
Irene squeezed her. "Oh, you doll!" she cried. "You're more beautiful in daylight than ever! Look at those boobs!" She squeezed one into a cone of tautly smooth flesh and gobbled the nipple. When she let go, her face was flushed. "You felt my crotch," she said. "When I got here, I mean. That was the hottest thing I ever saw. No, that I ever imagined! My God, you were fucking all of them!"
"No, but I could," Janet laughed. "Just two.
Steve and Roy. Ralphie-well, that was different."
Irene's eyes went wide, her breath drew in very hard.
"I saw," she said. "Roy was sucking him off! Janet!" she cried. "Is Roy queer?"
"Cut it out," Janet answered crisply. "Are you queer? Am I? Those kids are now kids. They've got the guts to try anything. If people leave them alone. Ralphie's sister is trying to help him. I was trying to help Roy. To help them all. But I'm not going to lie. I was helping myself most of all."
Irene got up and began to take off her dress. Her face was calm and happy and her body glowed in luminous beauty as she moved over to drop her dress on a sawhorse.
"You're saying I can help, too," she whispered. She kissed her dark friend. "Oh, Janet, you're so lovely! Oh, lie down, dear and let me have your cunt! I want to help. Truly I do!"
Janet caressed the blonde beauty on her belly, in the dry puff of yellow cunt hair that showed dark and wet just a bit further down. "Hold it a minute," she whispered.
She went to the door, put two fingers in her mouth, and whistled shrilly. She looked at the fingers with interest and licked them reflectively, smiling back at Irene.
She looked at the ring of trees and brush and called out: "It's okay, guys! Come on back. No problem! Honest!"
And Irene raised her voice: "No problem at all.
We need you!"
There was no immediate response, which was just completely okay with the voluptuous dark Janet.
She went back and lay by Irene, pulling her this way and that. "Lie on your side," she said. "Put your cheek on my thigh. Hell, you know more about this than I do. Just suck, baby! Suck my cunt! It's full of drippy old gal-cream and it's all for you! God!" she screamed, as Irene's expert tongue lapped up and down her cunt lips. "That's tender down there! Suck easy, darling!"
She reached down and patted her friend's blonde head, squeezed her warm, soft titty. With her mouth puckered longingly and saliva leaking from her thick-lipped mouth, she went as deeply as she could into the musky depths of Irene's hotly slick pussy.
"Mmmmmm, mmmm!" she sighed. "I don't know which is best, men or women!" She leaped again as the other woman's tongue basted her cunt, curled round her clit, cleansed the crevices of her inner lips. She heard a light laugh below.
"Maybe it's people that are best," Irene said softly. And then she licked again, softly, and said: "I see some shadows along the wall. They've come back. This ought to turn them on. If it doesn't kill Roy to see his mother this way."
"I had a brother," Janet whispered. "Adam. He fucked me once and never fucked me again. But I loved him so!"
She was weeping, but not in sadness, and the salt taste of her tears was beautiful, mixed with the juice that pulsed from Irene's tender pink pussy. "He said he always wanted to fuck mama. Her cunt was the first one he ever saw. Her titties were the first grown-up titties he ever saw. He thought it was terrible for him to have felt that way."
She sucked at Irene's fluttering cunt with deep love, thinking hotly of all she had searched for. It wasn't Adam. Not really. It was wholeness. To be real. To have a family. Now she had them all. Bob, of course. But Sonny, too, and Irene. And Roy and Terry and Ralphie and Steve.
Ralphie and Roy and Steve were sneaking in. She could hear their feet thirty or forty feet away and hear their heavy breathing. Her chin rested comfortably on the soft pad of flesh that sprouted the abundant yellow cunt hair. And she felt Irene's tongue and lips, softly kissing her cunt, kissing and tonguing her tender clitoris.
Irene giggled. "I hear them coming," she said. "But there are only two holes they can reach. And I'm not going to give up this feast!" She lapped again, nearly driving Janet into a stark mad flame of abandon. "I feel you about to cum," she said. "The boys will be sort of left out. Oooh! Ooooh!"
Her ass pumped her cunt hard against Janet's mouth. She was cumming, all right. And oh, how good it would feel to have a hard cock jammed into her. Anywhere. Just into her.
She heard Janet's voice, strained, too close to orgasm.
"Don't worry, baby," Janet whispered. "There's going to be enough for everybody!"
