The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on the stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, while appearing to be staid members of the Establishment, are secret members of the neighborhood mate-swapping group.
Mavis Goodall, a 35-year-old widow, is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. Brought up in a puritanical environment, she nonetheless shelters a perversity that she refuses to recognize, a lustful craving that haunts her and eventually forces her to act.
THE WIDOW'S HOT ITCH-the story of one woman haunted by passions seething within her. Hers is a serious tale, and a reflection on the many problems facing our society.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
It was early morning. Mavis Goodall stood staring out her bedroom window at the dawn of another boring, sexless day. In her neighbor's back yard she saw young Brad Thompson mowing his father's lawn. He was naked except for a skin-tight pair of white swimming trunks that outlined the taut muscles of his rippling ass cheeks as he moved behind the lawn mower. .
"God," Mavis whispered to herself, "he's so well-built for a fifteen-year-old boy! His cock looks huge in those trunks!"
As she talked to herself, she moved her hand down over the huge wealth of her breasts where they jutted forward from her chest in the skimpy negligee.
Then she suddenly realized what she had been saying, and what she had been doing. Sweat broke out on her brow as she told herself how sinful her thoughts and actions were.
But she still couldn't stop her lusting eyes from returning to the boy's crotch as he turned the corner of the lawn and headed back in her direction, another swath of grass falling before the mower. His cock was beautifully thick and long, even in repose. It seemed to wiggle back and forth in invitation as the boy walked. She could see the ridge of his cockhead and every other indentation outlined through the material, right up until he reached the end of his path and started to turn away from her.
Just at that instant, he glanced up to her window and saw Mavis staring down at him. She started to duck backwards out of embarrassment, as if he could read her thoughts in her eyes. But it was too late. He had seen her. A wide smile broke across his face and he waved. With nothing else to do, she smiled and waved back.
The boy calmly continued his mowing as if she weren't there. But just that much contact unnerved Mavis. Her pussy was seething, crying out for cock. Her whole body seemed to tremble with need as she moved away from the window.
It had been three long years since she had taken a good, stiff male cock up her pussy, and each time she thought about it the tears of frustration came.
She stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself. At thirty-five, she was still a beautiful woman. Yes, beautiful, and a widow with no outlook for either sex or marriage. Mavis had to admit it. She was a puritan and a prude. And men didn't want to take women out who didn't fuck.
She wondered how her sister, Louise, had been able to survive all these three years. Her husband had been killed in the same auto accident that had taken Mavis' husband. But somehow Louise was able to cope. She even had dates all the time. Mavis wondered idly, if Louise was fucking all those men.
But then she brushed the thought from her mind. Louise and she had both had the same puritanical upbringing, the same religious teachings. No, it was impossible. Louise was jsut able to adjust better than she was. And her sister probably didn't have the drives that Mavis had, or was able to suppress them better. Nowadays, when Mavis just got close to man, her pussy dripped and her whole body trembled with sexual desire.
Her gaze returned to the mirror. No doubt about it, even at her age she was a beautiful, desirable woman. She had lost the slimness, the girlisliness of her youth. But it had been replaced by a lusty, full-bodied sensuality that she knew men liked.
But how long would it last?
Before long, no man would want her. She would be over the hill without ever really enjoying her body. She needed a man so desperately, and yet she knew her chances diminished as the years progressed.
Moaning softly, she lifted the transparent gown and ran her hands over her mature hips, her tiny waist, and her heavy breasts, with their erect, dark nipples. Her body was still luscious, and it was going to waste. It seemed a shame that no man was sucking on those huge tits, or taking his lust out on her constantly dripping pussy.
Mavis dropped the gown and turned away from the mirror. There was no point in getting herself all worked up into another big, agonizing state of lust. She tried to dismiss the aching need in her pussy and the way her cunt-cream constantly oozed out to glisten on her inner thighs.
Forget it, she told herself, it's sinful and it's degrading, and it's not for you.
She was just coming down the stairs to put on a morning pot of coffee when she heard a rap on the back door. Since it sounded insistent, she didn't bother to return to her bedroom for a robe.
She opened the inner door and there stood young Brad Thompson, smiling at her through the screen.
"Good morning, Brad," she said, using every iota of will power she could muster to not let her eyes dart down to the protruding lump of cock outlined in his swim trunks. "Come in. I was just fixing a pot of coffee."
Brad stepped into the kitchen and followed her to the stove. "I don't want any coffee, Mrs. Goodall, but I'll take a cold glass of water."
"Sure." Mavis handed him a glass.
"Listen, I was wondering, Mrs. Goodall ... "
"Yes?" Mavis said, dropping cubes in his glass and pointing to the sink.
As the boy moved in beside her at the sink, his crotch brushed against her right ass cheek. She felt the jolt run clear up to the suddenly erect tips of her tits. She looked down, out of the corner of her eye, at his crotch.
Was his young cock swelling at being so close to her? Did this boy want to fuck her?
She was amused at the thought. Surely this exciting, handsome young man wouldn't want an old bag like her. He could have his pick of younger girls. It was silly to even think that she was attracting him. But it did look as though his prick was getting hard.
He was speaking and she wasn't listening. "I'm sorry, Brad. What did you say?"
"I said that, since I'm already mowing our lawn, I was wondering if you'd like me to do yours, too."
"Why, that would be very nice," Mavis said, finishing the coffee preparation. "But you'll have to let me pay you for doing it."
"The only payment I want," the boy replied, edging closer to her, "is to see you walking around in that night gown."
It took a second for his words to sink in. When they did, she was horrified. She had totally forgotten how sheer her gown was. He could see right through the flimsy material. The huge round aureoles of her breasts, and the dark triangle of her cunt bush, shone like two beacons in his eyes. And from her rear he could see the plump globes of her ass jiggle each time she moved.
Mavis didn't know what to do. She was about to make some excuse about forgetting and run upstairs to change, when the boy brazenly shoved his cock mound up against the right cheek of her ass.
"Ohhhh," she cried aloud, when she felt the huge ridge of hard cockflesh press against her. "Feels good, doesn't it?"
"BRAD! Don't! Don't say things like that. You're a boy and I'm an older woman!" She wanted to pull away, but his cock felt so good and so hard pressed against her.
"I'm old enough," he replied in a tone far beyond his years. "And you're not an old woman. You're an older lady, and a beautiful one at that." He pulled her around to face him and ran his cock across the mound of her pussy.
Again she groaned. His cock was like a magnet. Her cunt was dripping wet. "Brad ... please, don't!"
"I want to do it to you," he rasped, looking deep into her love-starved eyes.
She jerked back and glared at him. "Brad Thompson, you have no right to talk to me like that! You're a fifteen-year-old boy!"
"I'm sixteen," he smiled, "And I'm not a virgin."
Mavis moved farther away from him. As she did so, her pendulous breasts swayed and jiggled violently. He stared at them and grinned with assurance. Then, to her horror, he reached out with both hands and cupped both her huge globes through the thin negligee. He squeezed them, tickling the nipples with his thumbs.
Mavis thought she would faint. She could feel the juice coursing through the walls of her pussy from just his touch.
"You have beautiful breasts, Mavis. I'd love to suck them, run my cock over them."
His lewd words shocked her back to some state of reality. "Brad, please leave now. Leave, or I'll ... I'll tell your father about this."
He laughed. "My father would love to be here doing what I'm doing right now. He's had the hots for you for years. He says you've got the greatest body he's ever seen on a woman ... young or old."
Oh, my God, she thought, they know. They all know how much I want cock, how much I need a man. I'll be a laughing stock. She started whimpering. "Please, Brad, I'm a religious woman. What you're doing isn't right!"
"It's right," he said, stalking her, moving her into the living room, "if we both want it. And we do. I'm hard, and you're shaking like a leaf."
It was true. She could hardly stand on her trembling legs. "No ... no..."
"Yes."
Mavis felt her legs hit the back of the sofa. She felt dizzy and confused. She didn't know what to do. The boy grinned lewdly and moved to her. Obscenely, he pressed his long line of hard cock against her belly.
She felt his hot hands sliding inside her gown. He pulled the sheer garment aside and seized her huge, now-naked tits. They seemed to swell and leap into his hands. It was like a bad dream, but Mavis had to admit she was loving every second of it. This young boy was turning her on like an oven.
Then Brad pulled her gown open all the way down the front until he could see her cunt hair, dark and curling, at the base of her flat belly. "Beautiful," he sighed, "just beautiful. You look good enough to eat, Mavis."
Then he took her in his strong arms and kissed her. Again, she tried to protest, but it was all too much for her. His arms went around her and pulled her against his cock and her breasts pressed flat across his chest. His tongue dipped deeply into her mouth and she eagerly accepted it.
"See, Mavis," Brad said when at last the kiss was over, "You want it. You want my cock as bad as I want your pussy!"
"No ... no, that's not true," she said, but both of them could detect the lack of conviction in her voice.
"I want to fuck you," he murmured in her ear.
"I want to put my cock up inside your belly and put out that fire I can feel between your thighs."
My God, she thought, how many women has he been with? He talks and acts like he's done everything.
She made a gurgling sound of protest and shock, the only noise her paralyzed throat could produce. Brad paid no attention. He played with her big, creamy breasts, rubbing the pink nipples into stiff erection, and then his moist hands moved lower, down over her soft belly and into the dark fur of her pussy. She flinched and tried to move away from him, but he pressed against her, pinning her back against the sofa.
She felt his hot mouth closing on one stiff nipple, sucking it in, and he began to suck and lick her breast noisily, greedily. At the same time, his hand found its way through her fine cunt hair, between her trembling thighs, and into the moist flesh of her vulva. He found her clitoris and began to rub it insistently with his finger.
"Oh no ... no, Brad, don't do that. Don't do that to me there ... PLEASE!"
He didn't stop and she could feel her cunt creaming hotly over his hand. A steady stream of her juice was pouring from between her lower lips, saturating his hand and quivering inner thighs.
"You need it, Mavis. You need my cock bad. You're like an oven down there, all fire and pussy juice." She brushed her hand across his cock bulge. "Yes, I'll show it to you. I'll show you my prick!"
He stepped back and slid the tight trunks down his legs and kicked them away. His prick was huge, beautifully hard, with cum already dripping from the blood-engorged head.
One look at his throbbing hunk of male meat and Mavis knew she was lost. But still she had to try, she had to make some pretense at morals.
He fisted his erect prick and pointed it up to her eyes so she could see it clearly. Hot juice oozed from her pussy as she admitted to herself just how badly she wanted that thick, hard dick up inside her. Mavis despised herself for her feelings, but she admitted how desperately she wanted to get fucked.
She moaned, licked her lips, and felt another wave of pussy juice dribbling from her hot hole and trickling down her thighs. Brad noticed it, too. He was grinning and staring between her legs, watching the thick cream trickle down her thighs.
He chuckled. "Come on, let's go to the bedroom."
"No!" Mavis cried. Her conscience shrieked at her to reject this boy and his lewd offer. It was indecent, immoral.
"Then we'll fuck right here," he said. "Let me, Mavis. I can make you come." Suddenly he was pleading with her. "I need it, too. I've wanted to fuck you for so long."
He moved toward her. His arms folded around her and she felt herself sinking to the sofa. His cock was against her belly. She felt herself slipping completely, not caring anymore.
Lust overcame her, so powerful and demanding that she went crazy, becoming almost another person, a wild, wanton, amoral woman who wanted nothing else but to be furiously fucked. Her eyes rolled wildly, her face contorted in a wicked grin, and she opened her legs to the boy. "Yes, yes, yes," she babbled. "Fuck me! Stick your cock in me. . . hurry! Ball me, fuck me ... give me a come with your thick meat!"
"Oh, Mavis," he groaned, groping for her moist opening with his cockhead.
"Take me, take me," she cried into his ear. "like this, now! Quickly! FUCK MEEEEE!"
She was now a totally different woman. Eagerly she pulled him to her. Her body was lost in the fire of the moment and every muscle was tensed as she strained her cunt upward in an effort to capture the long shaft of flesh that pressed so tightly against the skin of her thighs. The naked youth levered her legs up onto the cushions so that she lay full-length on the couch, then pried her thighs far apart and climbed between them, positioning his body over her eagerly writhing form.
She could see him hovering over her through her lust-glazed eyes and she felt the fleshy hardness lying against the length of her quivering cunt slit. The lurching head of his cock was hot between her buttocks.
"Now you want it, don't you?"
"Yes, yes I want it! Fuck me, Brad. Fuck me harder and deeper than I've ever been fucked before!"
"Put it in for me!"
Mavis paused a moment, then reached down between their bodies and searched for his meat. She found it immediately; it would have been impossible not to find it, as huge and hard as it was.
She sighed, closed her eyes in rapture, and centered the lust-bloated, throbbing cockhead at the entrance to her cunt hole.
She hunched up until just the head was between her lips. It gave her an indescribable jolt of pleasure as the huge head touched the sensitive, flooded lips of her pussy. She used the head to draw little circles of ecstasy around and around her cuntal lips; she moved it up and down, feeling it push deliciously, and hotly, against her erect clit. She pushed it down, downward until it came into contact with her brown, puckered anal ring. She didn't leave it there for more than a split second; there was something forbidden about that pleasure, and she could not let her mind dwell on the possibilities. Now she moved it rapidly up and down her moistened, fur-lined slit, feeling almost as if she were masturbating.
"So good ... feels so fucking good," she moaned. Although she wanted him to go deep and hard, perversely she heard her own voice saying softly, "Do it to me slow ... and gentle ... make it last forever..."
Because he wanted it to be perfect for her, the boy curbed his own hot impatience and was gentle.
Mavis felt the head of his prick pressing in at her cuntal opening. Reluctantly, her fingers left the thick hunk of his wonderfully warm meat. The pressure at her cuntal lips continued for a moment, and gradually increased in strength until, with a slight sucking noise, his massive cockhead moved inside her. "Mmmmm," she crooned, "that's beautiful."
He felt the wonderful velvety warmness of her tight pussy enclose the head of his cock. It was much tighter than he had thought it would be. But then she hadn't been fucked for a long time.
As he eased more and more of his meat into her, he remembered his father's words the night before. "You ought to go next door and get a little of that Mavis Goodall, Son. She hasn't been cocked for so long, she's probably a virgin again!"
Then he quit thinking as he let the sensations of her velvet pussy around his meat take command of his nerve centers and body control. The woman had begun a twitching motion with her eager pussy lips. She wasn't doing it on purpose; it just seemed to be natural instinct.
Mavis, widespread knees bent almost double, had both feet planted on the couch. As the first delicious sensation passed and there remained only the feel of his pulsating cock stuck about three inches into her vagina, she began to long for more depth, for friction, for movement.
"More, Brad. Give me more cock ... all of your cock! Goddam, shit, fuck, it's good ... it's so fucking good!"
"So's your pussy. It's tight and fantastic!"
"Your cock feels like a fucking hot poker up my hole!"
Using her feet and leg muscles, she raised her hips from the couch. She discovered that the .movement caused his long, hard prick to slide in another inch or two. "Ohhh, God," she chanted, "so ... wonderfulllll!"
She dropped her hips and his cock slid out until only the head remained buried between the clasping lips of her cunt. She raised and the cock moved in farther, fell back and then partially withdrew.
Mavis knew that the movements and her obscene language betrayed the intense hunger in her body for this boy's cock. It probably even demeaned her in his eyes. But she didn't care anymore. She had a hard tube of cockmeat in her pussy and, right now, that's all she cared about.
She thrust her cunt upward again, moaning this time in frustration. Slowly, very slowly, Brad pushed his swollen cock inward. It slipped easily through her inner cuntal muscles, down through the soft, dripping walls of her warm cavity.
Mavis' eyes rolled back in her head from the sheer rapture of the slow entry. She had never believed that a prick's first thrust could be so heavenly; but then, she had never been so aroused, so lubricated before, either. Down, down, down into her it went. She exalted with each new inch that invaded her. Finally, after what seemed like an endless eternity, he was in his full length.
She could feel the bristliness of the short hair on his softly swaying testicles tickling her puckering anus. She could feel the cockhead buried deep inside her, throbbing against her cervix. She could feel every fleshy, muscular ridge of his cock pressing against her heated walls. And over it all, she could feel overwhelming contentment and happiness.
Now Brad began to withdraw, then thrust inward slowly again. He was moving in and out of her with his eyes closed in deep satisfaction. God, he had never before in his young life felt a cunt that seemed so perfect for his cock. She was milking him with her cunt muscles. There was one set of muscles that worked on the head of his prick, squeezing it and then releasing it, until he thought he would go out of his mind. Another set of muscles, somewhere in the area just below the inner lips of her pussy, were moving sideways back and forth against the sensitive sperm tube. All of this going on at the same time that she was rising to meet his thrusts.
She realized that, some way or another, automatic reflexes had taken over her body. That was fine, because she was able to concentrate on feeling pure sensation. She felt muscles working, felt her fingers kneading his powerful shoulder muscles.
Her lushly sensual body was alive and on fire with sure, independent motion. Her brain could relax and let the incredibly wonderful ecstasy roll over it.
Time dissolved into nothingness. She didn't know how long these maddeningly beautiful, slow, gentle strokes had been plowing into her, but gradually she began to feel that it was not enough. She wanted more. "Fuck me harder, Brad ... fuck harder!"
"Shit, you are a hot cunt, Mavis," he panted. "You love it!"
"Yes ... oh God, forgive me, but I do love it. I love hard cock in me! Fuck me, Brad darling!"
Abruptly, he reached down and locked his hands beneath her thighs and lifted them until her knees were pressed tightly against her naked, heaving tits. Her eyes had widened. She felt a momentary twinge of embarrassment at the fact that her cunt was in midair, helpless, defenseless. But that embarrassment faded quickly when Brad grunted, "Here it comes, baby ... all of it!"
He pulled his thick shaft out until only the head remained locked between her cuntal lips, then slammed down, down, down ... burrowing far deeper up into her hole than anyone or anything had ever been before.
"Aaaaaaggghhhhh," Mavis screamed in sheer exaltation. His long prick slammed against the tip of her cervix and went on beyond. God, he was in so deep that it seemed his throbbing cock was lodged midway between her navel and tits. There was almost ten inches of hard, hot cock inside there, inside her, throbbing away like a second heart. Her tight cunt felt stretched beyond repair, crammed beyond its capacity.
And yet, even as she was thinking all this, she could feel her deeper inner muscles welcoming all of it. "Oh, shit," she cried, "that's fantastic! It feels like you're all the way up to my tits!"
"Fuck, Mavis ... fuck me back. Hunch your cunt up over my dick!"
Brad, hearing her mewls of delight, began pounding into her with a fury; his hipbones crashed into the back of her thighs with each stroke and his balls slapped her upraised ass relentlessly. He wanted to hear her cry out for more; he wanted her to know that she had been fucked as she never had been before, and, somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew he was accomplishing these things. He wanted to bring ultimate pleasure to her so she would want him to fuck her again and again and again in the future.
By now Mavis had completely forgotten her scruples, her morals, or anything else that didn't pertain to cocks, cunts and fucking. She was far too busy trying to find new ways to enjoy the tube of hard cockmeat that was relentlessly lunging in and out of her pussy.
"Yes, yes, fuck me faster, Brad! Harder!"
She found that, by rotating her hips in a circle, she could milk his cock harder. Also, she discovered that by clenching her bowel muscles she could bring her clitoris into continual contact with that long, hard rod driving in and out of her. She had surrendered totally to this boy lying between her open legs, and she unashamedly worshipped that hot part of him that skewered so wetly, so powerfully into her.
Her body was beginning to twist and writhe now, and her sounds became one long sustained mewl as she groaned into his mouth, shoving her tongue deep into his throat. She was animal, she knew she was an animal, and she loved being one. She was the portrait of pure wantonness: face wrung with passion, nostrils flaring like some wild mare being mounted by a stallion, neck tendons taut, eyes hot and vacant with lust.
As if sensing the widow's need for another new experience, Brad released her knees from her chest; she immediately wrapped her legs around his naked buttocks and used her feet to drive him deeper. The youth slipped his hands down over the naked flaring of her hips and slid them beneath the warm moons of her thrashing ass cheeks. He cupped them harshly with each hand and began kneading them like bread dough as he thrust his thick shaft in with a greater frenzy.
Mavis subconsciously flexed and relaxed her straining cuntal muscles as his fingers dug deeply into the supple flesh of her ass. He jerked her harder up to his cock, and she spread her thighs even farther apart, inviting him to do what he willed, as she opened the moist, hot hole of her cunt in welcome. He pounded into her with a fury. Then, without warning, changed technique again and again, making smooth, longer strokes that drew his cock nearly out of her tightly clasping cunt before plunging forward again into her uplifted loins. It was then she felt his right hand stop its kneading motion on her ass and began moving into the crevice between her cheeks.
"What are you going to do?" she cried out.
"This," he said, making a vee of the four fingers of his hand and shoving them into her. Two fingers joined his cock in her cunt while the lower two severed her ass-hole.
Mavis screamed in momentary pain, but immediately started writhing to get even more of his hand in her body.
"It'll feel good in a minute," he panted.
"Ohhhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhh, shit, it already does! Do it to me! Do any fucking thing you want to me!
She could feel her climax beginning, and told him so with her writhing body. He wanted to come with her. He quickened the rhythm of his driving fingers and his thrusting cock as she screamed at him to go faster, faster, faster.
Her senses had left her completely. There was nothing left except the wild ecstasy that was building in her cunt. She was only vaguely aware of his lips clamping on her breast, of the feel of his balls as they passed his fingers and slapped against her thigh. The pressure of the impending orgasm almost frightened her in its intensity. It was death.
She writhed, seeking one last ecstatic thrust before the dam inside of her burst. His thick cock was a huge battering ram slamming into all her sensitivity, and the vibrations from the blows made her tingle to the tip of her toes. This all had to be a dream, it was all too beautiful to be true. Then, gradually, the dam crumbled and the wave of ecstasy was upon her.
"OH GOD, I'M THERE! I'M COMING LIKE HELLLLL!"
She jerked upward once, then fell back, convulsing on the couch. Her legs beat against the softness of the cushions and her breath came in rasping gasps, as the violent but exquisite seizure rocked and wracked her body. She felt, momentarily, that she was one gigantic cunt, coming, that every part of her was part of it. Even above her own pleasure, however, was the sudden knowledge that the beautiful prick that had carried her to this peak of glory was pumping hot, thick spurts of cum deep up into her quivering belly. His cum mingled with her juices, and they formed la pool of bliss.
Her heart was pounding as though it were about to leap from her breast. Her legs went limp, her hands fell to her sides, and with the last of her rapidly fading consciousness she felt her cunt still quivering, still attempting to suck the throbbing shaft of love still buried deep inside her.
Slowly, almost reluctantly, Brad pulled his cock from her cunt. It came out with a popping sound. Through the haze that covered her eyes, Mavis saw his standing beside her head. His cock was in his hand and he was pointing it toward her lips.
She smiled at him. "That was wonderful," she sighed.
"Suck it!"
"What?"
"Suck my cock a little, Mavis. It'll get hard again right away if you suck it."
"Suck?" she repeated, trying to make sense out of his words.
"Sure. Suck my prick with your mouth and we can bang some more. This time I'll fuck you in the ass!"
Suddenly the bubble burst. She had come again and again, her lush body convulsing in a string of powerful orgasms that seemed continuous all the time the boy was inside her. The experience had told her how badly she'd needed to be fucked.
Now he wanted her to suck his cock. She had never done that, even for her husband.
She broke into hysterical sobs. She wanted to die of shame. She wanted to kill herself and destroy her traitorous, filthy body, "What the hell's wrong with you?"
"OUT! GET OUT OF HERE!"
CHAPTER TWO
The alarm jangled. Louise Belson stretched her long, trim legs and rubbed the previous night's booze and sex-induced sleep from her eyes. She reached one hand out and snapped the alarm off. The other hand hit the man's leg who lay beside her.
Suddenly it all came back, and her whole body tingled. It had been good, she thought. What an animal he had been. Un-like her puritanical sister, Louise had started enjoying herself the first year after her husband's death. And the latest man she was enjoying herself with was Philo Christian.
She kicked the covers from both their bodies. Next to her, Philo's lean, well-muscled body felt her move. He rolled against her. His early morning hard-on slapped against her thigh and lay there like a long, fleshy log. The cockhead, where it thrust in rigid hardness from the peeled back foreskin, tickled the satin curls of her blonde cunt.
She lifted the cock, squeezed her fingers around it, and entertained the idea of twisting it off, the way he had almost done one of her tits the night before. But the feel of his hose-like cock in her hand and his arm carelessly thrown across her tits made her remember the wild sex that had followed his animalistic foreplay.
They had been out to dinner and a dance. Afterward they had bar-hopped until both of them were fatigued. As they passed the swimming pool they decided, on the spur of the moment, to take their clothes off and jump in.
They were barely in the water when Philo got his head between her thighs and started eating her pussy. He would lap and suck at her cunt until his air ran out, and then bob to the surface. He would gulp a fresh supply and then back down he would go, driving his head between her bucking thighs.
Eating her that way, it took almost a half-hour for Louise to come. And when she did, she let out a yelp that woke up half the apartment house. She heard two windows go up and then a female voice shout: "Oh look, somebody's fucking in the pool! Let's go down and join in the action!"
Group fucking was a common pastime in the singles apartment house where Louise lived. Usually she went along with it. But the combination of having her cunt sucked and the cold water had sobered her up enough to where she wanted a strictly private session with Philo.
"C'mon. Grab your clothes. I don't feel like sharing you and maybe having to settle for some girl's half-hard boyfriend tonight."
"You're on, love. Let's go!" Philo said, pulling her from the pool and slapping her jiggling ass cheeks into action.
Still naked, their clothes bundled in their arms, they ran up the stairs and into Louise's apartment. He dropped his clothes at the bedroom door and pulled her to him. Savagely, he kissed her while his rigid, twelve-inch prick rammed against her belly.
"Oh, baby, am I gonna fuck you tonight!"
"Well, you gonna do it standin' up, or do we use what we got-the bed?"
As if she weighed only a pound, he picked her up and carried her to the bed. Unceremoniously, he lowered her big, beautiful body and then covered it with his own.
His cock lay along the furrow of her cunt as he roughly brought his lips down to hers. Philo's savage kiss sent passion surging in waves throughout her cock-hungry body. It made her nipples swell into rigid arousal, and her cunt to gush gobs of juice, even though he had sucked her pussy to a delicious climax only minutes before.
His hands tore at her breasts and belly, his fingers clawed at the puffy lips of her naked cunt. Then he was at her clit, teasing it into hardness. In seconds, he brought her body, as he always could, to the very rim of screaming desire.
She fondled his tube of cockflesh, cupped and caressed the heavily sperm-laden balls that hung between his thighs. Then, with a lurch, she pulled him on top of her and at the same time wormed her body beneath his. Holding tightly to his iron-hard shaft, she brought the throbbing head to the pulpy entrance to her cunt.
"Take me, baby," she crooned. "Fuck me like the animal you are, you bastard!"
"I'll fuck you, you bitch. I'll fuck you 'til your cock-sucking teeth rattle!"
"Don't talk ... fuck!"
Then he was sliding the thick telephone pole of his cock into her hot cunt. It filled her seething pussy to the hilt and made her gasp.
She locked her legs around his hips and used her feet on the cheeks of his ass to draw all of his massive meat into her belly.
"Ohhhhh, shit!" she screamed as she felt the head of his huge cock pound against her cervix. As often as she had had the enormous member inside her, she never got used to that first powerful lunge.
"Take it, dammit," he shouted. "Take it all!"
"I'll take it, you bastard, just jeep fucking!"
Her cunt throbbed like a machine around his prick. like animals, they lurched against each other taking and giving cock, their hands and nails tearing at each other's flesh.
"OH GOD, YES! I'm coming again, Philo! I'm coming!" she screamed in joy.
With a deep-throated groan, her body began vibrating uncontrollably. White cum oozed from her throbbing cunt, drowning his impaling cock with its sticky warmth and trickling down the crack of her gooey, hair-matted slit.
Phil rammed forward with the last of his stored-up strength, one last final quivering onslaught into her battered pussy.
She could feel her cunt splitting painfully as the head of the deeply sunk, tormenting cock suddenly flared again into a hugeness she couldn't believe possible.
"It's coming, baby. I'm givin' you my load," he cried.
"Yes, oh shit, yes, Philo! Pour your juice into my belly!"
Louise could feel the delicious hot, white cum shooting into her cunt like burning fire, ricocheting around inside her dilated hole like streams of boiling thick lava.
The pores of her inner flesh clasped around it as her cunt began erupting in unison and in answer against his balls. Her pussy began spilling her own juices out of the cavern of her pink hole.
It drove her insane. She couldn't let it stop ... she wouldn't let it stop.
"Oh, God, it's so good! It's so good!" she wailed. "It's like white fire inside my guts ... all inside my belly!"
"Take it, baby," he rasped, driving his hips forward frantically. "TAKE IT ALL!"
She reached around under their squirming legs and began to massage and milk at the balls pressed into the split of her ass. Her knees kicked out even wider.
The huge prick continued to jerk toward its full completion. White hot spurts still spewed from its head, filling her throbbing, twisting guts and foaming back out her contracting pussy hole that surged against the base of his cock.
"Ohhhh, fill me! Fill me, stud! FILL ME UP WITH CUM!"
The hot walls of her inner cunt sucked at his rod hungrily, until it gave one final, spasmodic jerk. The last drop had been greedily sucked from it.
"God, what a fucker you are ... what a stud!" Louise cooed aloud as she looked down at his sleeping form and the rigid cock that throbbed with life in her hand.
She was tempted to roll over and squeeze her pussy over it right then, but a look at the clock made her change her mind. If she didn't hurry she'd be late for work. And if she was late, there wouldn't be time for lunch. And today she had a luncheon date with her dear, sweet sister, Mavis.
She rolled from the bed and stepped into the shower with thoughts of her stubborn sister mixed with thoughts of Philo's big cock, hard and ready, in the bed. But the cold water slackened her lust enough so that only the thoughts of Mavis took over.
Louise loved Mavis, but she often became very exasperated with her. She had a hunch that her older sister had the same driving need for cock that she, Louise, had, but she wouldn't come out of her puritanical closet and admit it. Instead she insisted on giving Louise lectures about the wild life the blonde led.
Boy, Louise thought, if she only knew how wild that life really was! Louise had often entertained the thought of sitting down and telling Mavis about the real world, about how much she was missing by keeping a padlock on her pussy. But she knew that Mavis would be so shocked that she probably wouldn't speak to her for weeks.
Often the older woman would get on her back about working. "Why do you insist on working so hard, Louise? Both our husbands left us more than enough to live on comfortably for the rest of our lives!"
Louise would always just shrug. Really, she wanted to tell her sister the truth: "Well, Mavis, you see ... by working I can meet more men, and by meeting more men I can have a larger variety of cocks to fuck." But she could never bring herself to actually say it.
Louise also constantly bugged her about living in an apartment. "Why don't we buy a big house together, darling? We could entertain the church group and be together all the time. It would be so much fun!"
Louise's answer to that would have to be: "Because, Mavis, if I lived with you, I couldn't turn the parties into suck and fuck orgies on the living room floor." Of course, her answer was always, "Mavis, you have to understand that I must be alone, independent. I like peace and quiet ... to meditate."
"I love my sister," Louise said aloud, as she stepped from the tub, "but, Jesus, she's a pain in the ass!"
Philo was awake when she returned to the bedroom. He was sitting up in the bed waving his hard-on back and forth at her.
"Good morning."
"Good morning, you beautiful piece of oldie but goodie ass," he said. "Thirty-two isn't old."
"It is when I'm twenty-five. Wanna fuck."
"I'm late."
"I'm horny."
"Beat it off," Louise said, and sat down at her vanity table.
"Why don't you just call in sick this morning? Well fuck, have some Bloody Marys, fuck, have a swim, fuck, have breakfast ... "
"And fuck," she laughed.
"How'd you guess?"
"You're a sex maching, Philo!"
"You ain't exactly Little Orphan Annie."
"I am this morning," she replied, pulling a pair of black panties up over her full thighs.
Laughing, he crawled off the bed and made his way across the room until he was on his knees in front of her. "God, you're beautiful."
"You're just horny."
"You're right," he said, and with one swift motion pulled her panties down to her ankles.
"PHILO! I'm trying to comb my fucking hair!'
"I'm not stopping you," he said, looking innocently up at her. "You comb the top ... I'll comb the bottom, with my tongue." He gently lifted her right leg, then her left, disengaging her feet from the panties. Then he tossed them aside.
His eyes focused on the blonde cunt. It was the only real blonde cunt he had ever fucked. Still kneeling before her, he looked up, up past the fleshy, mature thighs. He saw her cunt lips and smelled the enticing female aroma coming from the softly pouting pink lips, shining from her oozing pussy juice. He wanted to eat that luscious pussy right there, while she was standing. But he was determined to get her back into the bed, so he contented himself with raining kisses on her legs and thighs, working his way from calf to thigh.
She stood there, legs apart, feeling spasmodic jolts of ecstasy surge throughout her entire love-hungry body with each kiss he planted on her. She could feel the heat of his lips, feel the cool rush of air playing over her bare buttocks and tits.
"Philo, please stop," she pleaded. "I've got to get ready for work."
"Go ahead ... go ahead!"
He rained more kisses on both thighs and used his tongue to lick the sleek inner part of her thighs. She stiffened as his lips suddenly leapt from thigh to navel. A wild excitement began to burn in her. His kisses were traveling over abdomen to hips and he was gently tugging at her body to turn her around. Obediently, she turned, and now his lips were moving over the lower part of her back, and then to her trembling buttocks.
His lips and kisses on her bare flesh had started things happening in her body. She could feel her pussy contracting and releasing, push and pull, in a violent rhythm of love. It was as if his cock were actually in her cunt, gently fucking in and out of her. Her full, ripe breasts had begun to ache and swell with desire all over again, and her body was beginning to tremble uncontrollably.
"Oh, God, I'm a whore," she moaned.
Philo jammed his tongue in her cunt.
"Shit," she moaned, padding to the bed. "C'mon ... I'll be late anyway."
He followed her and crawled up between her legs. "Damn, I dig sucking your pussy."
"Do it ... do it, you bastard. Stick your tongue in my cunt ... tongue-fuck me!"
Roughly, he spread her knees and used his thumbs to pry her cunt apart. Then, without warning, he lowered his head between her thighs and savagely rammed his tongue into her pussy.
"YES ... OH SHIT, YES ... lap my cunt, you fucker!" She squeezed her thighs around his head and entwined her fingers in his hair. Being as rough as he had been, she pulled his face harder and harder into her cunt.
She heard herself babbling, urging him to suck her insides out. She was rapidly peaking, climbing to that pinnacle of sensation that she knew would result in an orgasm. The climb was fast and delirious. Her buttocks jerked spasmodically beneath his relentless tongue. Her pelvis whipped up and down frantically against her face, and her moans became shrieks of rapture as Philo slowly slipped his tongue out of her clenching hole. He made one tentative lick at her clitoris, bringing a scream of delight from her, then began a devilishly slow downward licking toward the tiny puckered ring of her anus.
The shamelessly aroused blonde gasped at the first searing contact with her ass. Her breath was coming now in huge gulping swallows which rasped and whistled through her lust-constricted throat. She took a deep breath and growled passionately when she realized what he was about to do.
"Yes, yes, Philo ... suck me there! Suck my ass-hole!" And even as she urged him on, her hungry body leapt upward so he could bring his tongue into seething contact with the puckered mouth of her ass-hole.
Philo wasted no time. He thrust his tongue into the tight little hole and was rewarded with an uncontrollable quivering of her lushly naked body as she raised her pelvis off the bed in an effort to give him additional depth.
He licked and sucked and continually rammed his tongue into the tiny little anus which gyrated in wanton abandonment. Now, across his shoulders, her thighs had begun to quiver spasmodically and her heels had begun beating a tattoo of impending climax on his spine and buttocks. She was close, so close that he could stop right now and she would still come without another thing being done to her.
His painfully throbbing cock soon had to have relief or his balls would swell up in agony and explode. He began to drive his long wet tongue harder and harder into her tightly puckering anal passage, all the while exciting her clitoris with one hand and squeezing her breasts with the other.
Abruptly, as he heard her breath catch in what he knew was the beginning of the onslaught of a climax, he drew his tongue out of her ass hole, returned it to her saliva-drenched pussy, and used his mouth and tongue to orally fuck her while his nose scraped and rubbed her clitoris.
That did it.
Louise writhed and squirmed beneath the insanely licking tongue until she no longer had control over anything. She took a deep breath as nerves began shorting out in her belly and a glow began somewhere deep in her wildly jerking cunt.
The glow didn't remain a glow for more than a second; it was merely the beginning of an earthquake which began wracking her cunt and belly. The earthquake moved rapidly up the scale and suddenly she knew there wasn't any doubt about it. She was coming ... coming big ... coming in his hot mouth.
"OH, GOOOOODDDD, I'M COOOMMMIINNN-GGG!" she shrieked at the top of her lungs. The scream was half-human, half-animal as it ripped from her lust-filled throat.
She locked her hands behind Philo's head and used every bit of strength she had to shove his pleasure-giving tongue and face farther and deeper into her pulsing cunt.
Her love juices spurted onto his face and then began to flow copiously from her convulsing hole. Her liquid inundated his face and tongue and, escaping his sucking mouth, began flowing down from pussy to tortured rectum, where it gathered in a sticky pool on the sheets. Louise continued to wail in rapture as the pounding earthquake began to diminish. Within seconds it had gone, but now dimly within her lush body she felt the roaring tidal wave of sensation cresting and breaking over her. "I'm coming again!"
Philo felt her voluptuous body begin twitching uncontrollably once more. The second orgasm had hit within thirty seconds of the first, and he hadn't done a thing except lick some of her honeyed juices from her soaking vaginal lips.
"Jesus, baby," he moaned, "save some for old Philo's cock, will ya?"
Louise heard his voice from far, far off. The earthquake, the tidal wave, both were fading slowly. It had been exquisite.
She felt her legs being lowered from his shoulders, and, with a sigh of exhaustion, she dropped her arms and let her head tilt back. Now her hips were being lifted and the sheet was caressing her buttocks once more. But, even as she felt all this, she was still horny.
It was his cockhead rubbing at the top of her pussy and his fingers probing into the crevice of her ass. She felt his outstretched middle finger tentatively search, then find, her puckered little hole.
He pressed inward and she felt the soft, rubbery flesh yield reluctantly. "Ohhh, that hurts," she said, twisting her buttocks in an effort to get away.
At the same time, he shoved his cock, ball-deep, up her pussy. "Oh, baby, I'm in you ... I'm in both your fuck-holes!"
"Oh shit ... Philo, noooo.--.just my pussy! Just fuck my pussy!" The groan bubbled from her lips in pained protest as his finger continued its invasion of her rectum. "Arrgghhh, don't, Philo!"
He thrust even harder, and now she saw the cruel smirk on his handsome face as he took pleasure in hearing her cries.
"Eeeeeeaahhhh!" she cried as her tiny exposed anus received another thrust.
He was not about to withdraw his finger. He could feel the warm, rubbery resilience of her rectum, and he could also feel the quivering muscles in there. She didn't know it yet, but her body was really enjoying the almost brutal fucking he was giving her. Soon she would be begging. He began working his finger around inside, stretching the puckered little anal ring ever wider and wider as his prick continued pounding mercilessly into her wide-stretched cunt.
Louise felt a second finger poised at the opening to her rear passage, then it, too, was inside, working in unison with the first finger, working in rhythm with his pistoning prick.
The deep guttural protests coming from her lips began gradually changing from whimpers of pain to low moans of pleasure as her rectum became used to this invasion.
Many times before, he had tried to stick his cock up har ass, but she had always managed to stop him. He was just too fucking big. But now, even his fingers felt huge.
Within seconds she was shamelessly skewering her ass hole back onto his fingers as he probed methodically around in the warm, rubbery depth. New sensations of delight rippled through the blonde's belly and up her spine. She knew she was hopelessly impaled and helpless between the hard, driving rod of flesh buried deep in her womb and those cruel, merciless, wonderful fingers that wormed hotly in and out of her ass hole.
She was squealing like a stuck pig, twisting and writhing in wantonness under this double rape of her nakedly spread loins. Then she felt herself ready to come again. She fought her own body against the orgasm; she didn't want to come ... not yet. All this was too beautiful to end, to change. She tightened up all of her muscles, but that only intensified the hot vibrations racing through her body.
Philo felt the change in her body, felt the sudden heating up of her vaginal passage, and knew she was rapidly approaching yet another climax. Beneath him, she had begun to chant, "oh, oh, oh, oh," with each breath.
The knowledge that she was ready to come caused his own excitement to build to a fever pitch; he wanted to come with her, at the same time. There would be more later, he knew; he felt he could come a hundred times with her, could fuck all night, all day, all week ... forever. And so he yanked his fingers from her tight little ass-hole and quickened the rhythm of his thrusts, grinding hard and deep, boring persistently into the hidden recesses of her pussy.
"Oh, shit ... OH FUCKING SHIT, PHILOoo-oooo!"
"You comin' again, baby?"
"Ye ... yessss, get it on ... get it the fuck on!"
She was shrieking like a banshee, her cunt constricting like a vise around his swollen, jerking cock.
She felt the head of his cock grow hotter, felt his ball sac swell. The muscles of his legs tensed and his back arched like a bow.
"I'm coming," he managed to cough, and ground his pelvic bone against her pubis, bringing her over the edge. At the same time, his spunk spat hotly against the far walls of her pussy.
Through the haze of their mutual climaxes, Louise managed to hear the telephone jangling in her ear. It refused to stop ringing, and finally Louise reached over and grabbed the receiver. "Hello?"
"Louise?"
"Yeah. Mavis? What's the matter, baby? You sound like you're crying."
"I've got to see you right away!"
"All right, all right, take it easy."
"Please ... right away. Can you come over here?"
"Sure, sure, honey. I'll be right there."
Louise replaced the receiver and pushed Philo's weight from her body.
"Hey ... what's wrong?"
"My sister. I've got to go to her."
"You wanna fuck once more, first?"
"This time, buster," she hissed, striding toward the dresser, "really beat it off."
CHAPTER THREE
"Oh, come on, Mavis ... so you got laid."
Louise leaned against the mantle with a cigarette in one hand and a Bloody Mary in the other. She had been there for over an hour and all that time Mavis had never stopped whimpering. She had managed to get all the details out of her sister, and had tried to convince her that fucking the boy had probably been a favor for both of them.
But Mavis was just too inundated with guilt to even remember the good parts of her little fuck session with Brad Thompson. The more Louise tried to reason with her, the less Mavis heard.
At first, Louise had thought of telling her sister about all her own sexual adventures and shocking Mavis into admitting how much fun sex really was. But, just as she started to, she changed her mind and decided on a different approach.
She called Philo.
"I need your help."
"What's the matter?"
"Never mind," Louise said. "It involves fucking a beautiful woman." She gave him the address and directions.
"I'll be right there," Philo chuckled.
Since the telephone call, Louise had come up with a second, added plan, to bring her older sister into the twentieth century. She moved to the sofa and put a protective arm around Mavis. "Look honey, I've got a little time off coming at the office. Why don't you and I go off somewhere together and unwind?"
"Where?"
"Well, I have this friend. His name is Roy, and he owns this fantastic ranch up by Tahoe."
"I don't like horses."
"Honey, the stallions on Roy's ranch you don't ride. They ride you."
"LOUISE!"
"Oh, shit. Look, Mavis, it's time you grew up. I think a week, at Roy's place would make you realize just what you've been missing. He has scads of money, and there are always lots of beautiful people around him that want nothing but a good time."
"I don't want to be known as a good-time girl," Mavis said. "I don't know how you can even talk that way! You and I were raised by..."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Aunt Ellie and Uncle Lestor."
"They were beautiful people," Mavis said. "And Uncle Lestor was a fine minister."
"Bullshit," Louise retorted, and gulped the last of her drink. In that second, Louise decided to confide in Mavis the truth about the aunt and uncle who had raised them.
"Mavis, when was the first time you had sex? I mean real sex, with a man. I don't mean those silly games we played when we were kids."
"When I got married, of course!"
"Well, I'm going to tell you a little story, dear sister, and I want you to just sit there and listen. Don't interrupt. When I got married, I was no virgin. In fact, I hadn't been a virgin since I was about thirteen."
"What?"
"I told you not to interrupt. It happened one afternoon, right after we had put you on a train to go back to college. I was upstairs in my bedroom trying on all the new clothes Aunt Ellie had bought me for my birthday. I had been dressing and undressing for about an hour, all in front of her, when I noticed a very strange look in her eye. It was the kind of expression...
* * *
Her Aunt Elbe had just slipped the last skirt and blouse from Louise's body. As she did, her hands ran lovingly down the young girl's back and across her buttocks. Louise shivered as if she were cold. "Here, dear, let me help you out of your bra and panties."
Louise bit her Up. "I ... I can do it, Auntie."
"I know you can, dear, but I like to do it. Do you mind my touching you like this?" The woman ran both her hands across Louise's young, blossoming breasts as she pulled the bra off the girl's shoulders.
"I ... I guess not."
"Now your panties. Why, Louise, honey, you're all wet there between your legs."
"I ... I can't help it," Louise said, her face red with embarrassment.
"I know you can't, honey," Elbe said. "And you shouldn't worry about it. I get that way all the time. Especially when I touch myself like this."
Elbe ran two of her fingers up and down the young girl's slit, pausing now and then to tickle the erecting clitoris. Louise started moaning and tried to back away from the older woman.
"Aunt ... Ellie..."
"Don't be afraid, my dear. Haven't you ever done this to yourself?"
"Yes, but ... it's naughty, isn't it?"
"Only when you're very young ... only when you're too young to enjoy it. I'll show you how to enjoy it, Louise, if you like."
"Have you already shown Mavis?"
"No, dear," her aunt said. "I'm afraid Mavis would be far too frightened of what she might find out about herself. Now before you take your bath, why don't you lie down here on the bed. That's right, my dear. . . just let your legs fall over the side."
Aunt Elbe fell to her knees beside the bed. She crouched between the thighs of the young, excited girl until her face was very near the golden blonde muff of her pussy.
"Your little pussy is absolutely beautiful, my dear," Elbe said. She gazed intently at the pinkish, taut line of Louise's wet cuntal furrow. With her index fingertip, the woman traced a tender pattern down the cuntal slit from clitoris to anus. She had touched Louise that way earlier, but this time she pushed her finger inside the lips just a little. It made the girl quiver both from surprise and from the sensual jolts of pleasure that rippled up from her pussy to the now erect nipples of her tits.
"You've never let a man or boy fuck your pussy, have you, Louise?" the woman asked the trembling girl.
"Oh no, Auntie, of course I haven't! That would be against Uncle Lestor's teachings!"
Ellie smiled. "Maybe you're old enough now to accept all of Uncle Lestor's teachings."
The girl didn't respond vocally, but she opened her thighs wider as the thrilling sensations from the swiftly moving finger began to increase and spread. The agile, probing finger moved up and down the young girl's cuntal slit until her sticky juices oozed like a river between her lips.
The girl was writhing with mixed emotions. She was sure that the wild, wonderful feelings that coursed through her body were wrong and naughty, but she didn't want them to stop. It was probably best that she was enduring this sensual torment with her eyes closed, so she couldn't see the look on her Aunt's face. The woman's gaze had evolved into a mask of crazed lust as she leaned even nearer to the juicing, youthful cunt to inspect the results of her probing finger.
"I can tell from your reactions, Louise ... you do play with your little pussy, don't you?"
The girl didn't reply. Her breathing was getting more heavy and now and then her bare little belly rose and fell in rapid spasms. The aunt continued her gentle finger-fucking. "There's no need to be shy with me, dear," she said. "I won't tell anyone. You can confide in your Auntie Ellie, honey."
"Well ... yes ... I do s-s-sometimes," Louise stammered. "But ... but it ... it never feels as good as you're making me feel now." She blurted out her confession as if ashamed of her feelings and yet having to tell her aunt about them.
"Don't be embarrassed or ashamed, sweetheart. Even I do this to myself sometimes."
"You do?" Louise said, her eyes popping open in surprise.
"Sure I do. But I would much rather have someone else do it for me ... like I'm doing for you." The woman's fingertip-fucking increased in intensity until juice from Louise's pussy soaked her hand and puddled on the sheet between the girl's shivering ass cheeks.
"Now just relax, dear, and don't worry about a thing."
"Wha ... what happens now?"
"I'm going to give you an even bigger thrill," the woman said as she produced a piece of rubber tubing about six inches long and two fingers thick from somewhere in her clothing. It was very solid and tickled when it ran up and down her pussy slit.
Then, without warning, Ellie held the lips of the girl's pussy apart and carefully inserted the tube part way up her cunt hole.
"Ohhhhh," the girl groaned. After an initial pulling away from the object, she started to jerk forward as if to impale herself on the rubber invader.
"Ohhhhh, Auntie, that feels funny! What are you doing to me?"
"I'm just seeing what your little pussy can take, my dear," the woman said softly. "And by the look of it, I think it can take a lot!"
The girl was responding. True, the rubber tube wasn't very long or very thick and she was taking it into her heated little hole quite easily, but what pleased her aunt was the way the belly heaved and the thighs moved from side to side to prove what pleasure she was getting.
"I think you're going to like fucking, Louise."
Shocked that her aunt had used the forbidden word, Louise sat up in the bed. "You won't tell, will you, Auntie? You won't tell Uncle Lestor that I like you fucking me like this, will you?"
Her aunt threw back her head and laughed. "I don't think he will mind at all, honey. Now come on. I want you to do just as I tell you. Lay back again, darling ... like that. Now jerk your belly up and down faster. Make your little cunt eat this rubber all up ... that's right ... I'm pushing more of it into you now ... it's nearly all inside your little pussy now. Now, faster ... faster ... much faster...."
As the girl felt more of the rubber dildo being pushed into her aroused pussy, she had the urge to do just as her aunt was telling her. She wanted with all her heart to jerk her hips and belly up and down faster. The harder and quicker she moved, the greater was the thrilling sensation in her cunt. Now her aunt had the palm of her hand flush against her writhing pussy; every bit of that strange piece of rubber must be inside her belly. And now her body contorted so rapidly and the odor of love-juice was so strong that Ellie knew the girl's pussy must be nearing its climax.
And then it happened. Louise was writhing her way through a beautiful come. One hand clawed the sheets while the other reached between her legs and tried to jam even more of the dildo up her cunt hole.
At last it was over. Louise opened, her eyes and smiled up at her aunt. "Oh, Auntie, that felt good, sooo good!"
"I know, honey. I think it put you in just the right mood for what your Uncle Lestor has in mind for you."
"What's that?"
"You'll see, darling. Now you just lay quietly while I go get him."
Her aunt left the room and it was a few minutes before Louise realized that she was bringing her uncle in to see her. Quickly she pulled her panties, bra, and a dress on and lay back down on the bed.
A few seconds later, her aunt and uncle stood at the foot of the bed. ' She's got her clothes on," her uncle declared, as if he were angry.
"She's just shy, dear. You should know that. Now go ahead ... but be careful and gentle. Remember what I told you. She wants it and she's ready for it, but you must take it slow and easy."
Then her aunt left. Louise started to call her back, but suddenly her uncle was sitting on the bed, taking her in his arms.
"Uncle..."
"Shhhh, my dear. Don't worry. Your aunt tells me that your little pussy is more than ready for cock."
"Uncle ... "
Her words were drowned by his lips as he kissed her fiercely, with his tongue shoving excitingly down her throat. She struggled, but he forced her back onto the bed, his arms tightening her in his grip and his lips pressing down on hers brutally.
"No, no," Louise gasped, "this isn't right!"
"You'll see ... you'll love it, little niece, once I get my cock inside you."
Again she tried to rise. Lestor grasped her in his arms and forced her back to the bed beneath his heavy body. Using just one hand, he pushed her dress to the top of her thighs. Then shock, real shock, hit her when she felt his hand under her dress. He meant what he was doing. He really was going to do it to her. How could that be possible? He was a preacher. He was her uncle!
Then his hands were on the elastic of her panties. She was breathing deeply and struggling to get away from his hands, but he managed to force one hand under the elastic and find her virginal cunt lips. It didn't take him more than a few seconds to discover her tiny clitoris, and soon he was moving his fingertip over it. Louise still moved and wriggled in his grasp and the more she did, the more violently he worked at her moist, erecting little clit.
His hot fingers on her cunt so soon after her aunt had played with her, quickly had Louise breathing in heavy gasps of lust. Suddenly she was still. Her tits heaved up and down as her hips involuntarily sent her clit crushing against his finger.
Lestor tore her panties off, then he pulled the dress up over her head. Now he could look straight down on her blooming tits as they threatened to burst her bra.
She was moaning uncontrollably. Her hips continued to fuck an unseen lover in the air. Lestor got up and quickly undressed. He stood there, a man of forty, well-built, with a great deal of black hair on his chest, body and legs. His pubic hair reached up in a triangle to his navel. And from his pubic hair now jutted his enormous cock. He was circumcised and his dick-head protruded strikingly from his belly beneath. Below, his hairy balls, firm and bulging, hung ready and loaded with hot sperm.
Louise looked at him as she turned her head sideways, and gave an involuntary start as she saw his massive organ. She had never seen a man's cock, and she had never expected to see anything quite so powerful as the prick that threatened her now. She felt sick and afraid at the thought of this huge organ being thrust into her tiny, virginal pussy. She made a new appeal for him to stop.
"Please, Uncle Lestor ... you're so big! You'll hurt me, you'll rip me in half!"
"Sweet little baby," her uncle cooed, "don't be silly. You have the cunt of a woman, only you don't know it yet. Believe me ... trust me, you'll love it. I won't hurt you, and I promise to be gentle with you. It'll be a great experience for you to have a man, a man like me. Let me fuck you, Louise. I know you'll like it." He spoke quietly, gently.
Louise was silent. Lestor moved his body back into the bed. Again she moaned when she felt his muscled flesh touch her. He thought she had relented. He was wrong.
"Please don't ... don't fuck me!" she suddenly screamed.
Lestor was tired of being gentle. He didn't want to hear any more. His roused cock was pressing against her legs and inside him he felt a deep thrill of excitement. He wanted this child with her plumpish body and her luscious mouth. He pulled the straps of her bra down her shoulders and then ripped the garment off to reveal her lush breasts. Without warning, he plunged his face between the creamy tits and then his lips sought her left nipple.
As he sucked at her sweet breasts, his hands kneaded their soft flesh. Then he caressed her thighs, forcing them apart so his fingers could fondle her moist slit. He worked his hands up and down, up and down, and once or twice he pushed one of his fingers into her sweet pussy channel.
The hymen was hardly ruptured and it took time to get his finger into the entrance, but as he went on moving it up and down her gash, then in and out of the warm little hole, Louise's cunt began to take his fingers a little more easily.
Meanwhile she struggled to shake him off, scratching his shoulders and nibbling at his neck. This only stimulated him more.
Then she bit deep into his neck and he cried out in pain. He took his hand from her pussy and slapped her hard across her cheek. She cried out and he gave her another stinging blow across her face.
"I'll teach you a lesson! Take that, and that ... " As he spoke he hit her across the face again and again, until the girl burst into tears. Then, slowly calming herself, she spoke very quietly.
"All right, go ahead. Fuck me. But I swear I'll hate you for the rest of my life."
She lay limp as he got astride her and lowered himself onto her, his prick seeking her vaginal entrance. He guided it to her partly ruptured hymen and then let his whole weight go down on her. As he did, he grasped her by the shoulders and made the first forward probe with his massive cock.
There was resistance, as he'd expected, but he felt sure it wouldn't be long before he could work the head of his prick beyond her cherry. He slowly withdrew his big cock a little, then forced it back deliberately and forcefully, once again feeling the positive resistance of her virgin opening. Then again, and again, and again, each time advancing a little farther into her velvet sheath.
Then, finally, he broke through. Her hymen ruptured completely and he was inside her warm pussy. Now he took it easy as he was almost at the point of shooting. He managed to hold himself in check while he lay on top of her, his cock deep inside her, his lips seeking hers.
He breathed slowly and deeply as he moved his hands down over her back and felt for her ass cheeks. Then in again, more deeply, retracting, in again, and now, finally, he was fucking her in earnest. His cock was deep inside her young cunt and he shoved it back and forth with short, sharp thrusts, knowing that if he came out he would meet with a lot of resistance in entering her again and that would bring on his orgasm too quickly. He fucked her deep inside, moving the top of his dick against her cervix slowly and deliberately.
Suddenly the length, the width, and the driving heat of the male cock in her cunt forced all thoughts of struggle from Louise's mind. The cock inside her no longer belonged to her uncle.
It belonged to her.
"Dammit, go ... go harder! Fuck me! Oh shit, fuck, come ... FUCK, FUCK, FUCK MEEEEE!"
She was suddenly experiencing the sort of heaven she had known when her aunt had toyed with her pussy. Only now it was a man's cock that was fucking her, driving her insane with lust.
"Oh, Louise, little baby, your pussy is so sweet, so tight," her uncle groaned, ramming in and out of her hot cunt with wild, driving power.
"There, there, darling ... it's even better with a man's cock, isn't it?"
It was her aunt's voice. Above her uncle's shoulders, Louise could see her aunt's smiling face and huge tits. Ellie was naked too. Uncle Lestor was probably going to fuck Ellie after he was through fucking her little pussy.
"Oh, yes, Auntie ... I love it! I LOVE COCK!"
Louise felt like she was coming already. The rubbery dome of his cock felt like it went all the way up in her throat. But she didn't care. She wanted even more of it. The rubber tube had felt good in her cunt, but the cock that was pushing her pussy apart was so much thicker, so hot and throbbing with life, it thrilled her as she had never been thrilled before.
Grabbing the girl's wrists, Ellie pulled the slim arms up and around the shoulders of her husband. Louise was jerking under him, moaning with some pain, but also with pleasure, and she was no longer making any attempt to stop being fucked by that long, thick prick.
Louise felt her cunt hair entwining with her uncle's. Every pleasure giving inch of his huge prick was in her belly. His bone was against hers. His balls seemed to be shoving their way into her ass-hole. As his body rose and fell on her, she tightened her arms around his neck. She was becoming every bit a part of his lust
"Harder ... faster ... give her all your cock ... more ... harder! Fuck her harder ... faster!"
As if through a dreamy haze, Louise heard the rantings of her aunt urging him on. But the young girl was past caring what was being said or done. All she knew was that wonderful ball of fire building up inside her and then, just at the very highest peak of her enjoyment, she felt the warm wet cunt-juice gushing from her pussy in a wild, spasming come.
As she lay panting under her uncle's body, she didn't need her aunt's excited voice to tell her that she had been thoroughly fucked and that she loved it ... loved being fucked by that massive prick!
"Lestor, Lestor!" her aunt was screaming. "She came! You made her come good! Are you coming too?"
"Yeah, yeah," her husband wheezed, "I'm almost there."
"Pull out! PULL OUT!" Ellie shouted. "Don't knock her up. Pull out and shove it in my face. Give me your spunk!"
Louise felt her uncle's thick meat pop from her cunt. The next thing she knew she saw her Aunt Ellie on her knees in front of Lestor. All of his huge prick had disappeared into her face and she was throwing her head wildly from side to side as his balls poured cum into her throat.
In the thrill of swallowing all her husband's huge load, Ellie completely forgot the young girl. She sucked and sucked until Lestor's balls were dry. Then she smiled up at him. "I know I loved watching you fuck her, Lestor. And I think she really loved your dick.
"I know she did," Lestor replied. "Look!"
Louise had left the bed and crossed the room to crawl up on a dresser so she could get a better view of her uncle fucking Ellie's face.
As the two adults watched in amazement, Louise pulled a long, thick-handled hand mirror from the top of the dresser. The handle was long and fat, about the same dimensions as Lestor's huge prick, fully erect. With a wild shriek, she plunged the handle deep into her hungry young cunt. She rammed it in and out of herself with vicious fury while Lestor and Elbe looked on.
Louise sat with her legs spread wide apart at the knees, cramming the mirror in and out of her pussy as fast as she could. The handle was obviously playing havoc with the inside of her cunt.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh shit, I love to fuck!" the young girl chanted. Finally, with a mad shriek, she came one last time and tumbled to the floor.
* * *
Louise was silent for a long time after finishing her story. Mavis sat on the sofa, her face as white as a sheet. For the first time, however, Louise noticed that one of her sister's hands had sneaked up under her gown. There was just the slightest movement between her thighs, as if she were finger-fucking herself.
"I fucked both of them for the next two years, and then left to join you at school."
Mavis' eyes blinked. "You ... you made love to Aunt Elbe, too?"
"Yes, Mavis, and a lot of men and women since. I never went back to visit them because I found better cocks to fuck ... and better pussies to eat."
"Then you've been fucking all along?"
"Yes. Even while I was married. No one, I'm afraid would ever be able to satisfy me." Louise crossed the room and pulled her sister to her feet. "And I think the same holds true for you, if you'd only admit it."
She reached out and drew Mavis' robe open. "My God," she gasped. Pussy juice was rolling like an open flood gate from her sister's cunt. The insides of her thighs glistened with thick, sticky goo. Where she had been sitting on the sofa, there was a puddle of her juice. "Jesus, honey ... what you need right now is a man ... a good cock!"
Mavis didn't say a word. She just looked into Louise's eyes with a vacant stare.
At that second, a door slammed and Philo's voice came from the outside hall. "Anybody home?"
Louise smiled. "And I know where you can get one.
She pushed Mavis' zombie-like body back to the sofa and walked into the hall. "Hi, stud."
"Hi, baby."
"My sister's in the living room. Through there."
"So? What am I supposed to do about it?"
"You're supposed to go in there and fuck her, stupid. I'll be back in a couple of hours. I've got to arrange for a vacation."
"What if she don't wanna fuck?"
"Show her your cock. She'll fuck."
CHAPTER FOUR
Philo's cock started rising the second he saw Mavis on the sofa. She was older than Louise, but just as beautiful. And her figure was even more voluptuously sexy than her blonde sister, with great swelling tits, small waist, and a pair of long, shapely legs.
"Hi, Mavis."
"What? Oh, hello, Philo." She vaguely remembered meeting this tall, handsome man at one of Louise's dinner parties. But the shock of learning about Louise's sex life over the years had left her brain so numb and her body so agitated that his being in her living room with her at that very moment was like a dream.
Philo had paid very little attention to Mavis when they had met before. But seeing her nude body now, beneath the sheer gown, quickly did a job on his lusty cock.
Her huge, jutting tits rose and fell heavily, as if she were suppressing some urgent emotion. Her skin was slightly flushed, and her eyes were bright. Unless he was terribly mistaken, Mavis had the hots.
He flashed her his sexiest grin. When she stood up, Mavis suddenly realized that she looked almost naked to him. She blushed deeply and moved toward the stairs. "I ... I'd better get dressed."
"What for?" Philo said. "I like you just like you are."
"Where did Louise go?"
"Out. She told me we should get together while she's gone."
Her mind was reeling. My God, she thought, Louise really meant what she said about getting a cock for me. She has called Philo here and led him to believe that I want to fuck him!
Philo moved quickly. He managed to reach the stairs before Mavis did, blocking her way. Her face was beet red now and her heart was thumping like a trip hammer. There was no doubt now about the man's intent.
Philo didn't bother to hide it, either. He also assumed that Louise had set it up with her sister. The old girl needed a good fuck and Philo was more than happy to oblige her. He ached to get his hands on those big, beautiful tits of hers, to bury his face in her full muff of cunt hair. He felt his balls swelling up, his cock twitching and stiffening in his pants. He reached out for her, seizing her shoulders pulling her towards him.
"Philo, no!" she said, pushing him away.
"Why not?" he asked. "We're both horny and I can see that you're ready."
"Maybe so," Mavis admitted, "but random sex with near-strangers is against my moral principles."
"What?" he gasped, surprise spreading across his face. "Louise said you wanted to fuck!"
"Well, she was wrong," Mavis said, angrily. "Now will you please get out of my way so I can go upstairs and get dressed?"
Philo didn't move. He stood blocking her way, grinning at her, studying her indignant face. This was getting more fun by the minute. He was already powerfully attracted to her voluptuous, mature body, but her irritation was an added attraction. Philo liked a challenge. He thought it would be tremendous fun to seduce this up-tight broad. He wanted to bring out the slut in her, make her admit she needed a good fuck.
Her skin was flushed with desire, and through her gown he could see the rigid dots of her erect nipples. Her body wanted him desperately, but her conscience told her it was wrong. Philo felt his prick stiffen into full erection.
"Well ... okay, then. But how about one little kiss ... like a friend to friend?"
Mavis lowered her eyes so Philo couldn't read the truth in them; the fact that what she really did want was a good friend-to-friend fuck!
"All right," she said. "Just one."
Philo put his arms around her and kissed her, forcing her mouth open and driving his tongue almost to her throat. Mavis gurgled with lust and helplessly returned his kiss, snaking her tongue along his. He slipped his hand down to the heavy globes of her ass cheeks and pressed her tightly against him.
She could feel the long, hard ridge of his prick against her belly. Again she moaned and, with deep shame, helplessly rubbed her cunt against his erection.
Oh God, her mind screamed, how she wanted Philo's big cock in her. She remembered overhearing some of the women at Louise's party talking about him. They had been joking about the inordinate size of his cock, saying that he was hung like a horse; all of a foot long. At the time it had shocked her. But she had dreamed often, later, about a cock like this man had. This man, with his arms now around her body.
Philo's hands moved lower as he rubbed his chest against her tits and his cocktube against her belly and the top of her cunt mound. He gathered her gown in his hands from the back and, inch by inch, gathered it until she could feel the cool air on her ass cheeks.
God, she thought, how could she want more? She had already been fucked well that morning by the boy next door. But, as she felt his hands on her bare ass, she knew she did want more.
Then he was feeling and probing between her thighs. His fingers came in contact with the matted, wet fur that covered her pussy. She groaned into his mouth and felt her thighs slide involuntarily apart.
Philo could feel how hotly her cunt was juicing in his hand. He broke the kiss and looked down into her glazed eyes. Between their bodies, her already huge tits swelled to a gigantic size.
"Quit bullshitting me, baby," he chuckled. "You want my dick just as bad as I want your pussy, maybe more." He seized her tightly around the waist and dragged her down the stairs and onto the floor. They rolled around on the soft carpet, wrestling and panting, until he managed to seize her wrists and pin her down. Her great breasts were quivering and heaving.
"Philo, please, please stop this," she whimpered. "You're raping me!"
"You can't rape a willing woman."
"I'm not willing!"
"Sheeeeeiiit," he chuckled, and changed his grip so that he held both her wrists in one powerful hand. With his free hand he quickly unbuttoned the front of her gown while she sobbed and protested. He pulled it aside, gazing admiringly at her huge quivering tits and bright pink nipples. "Jeez, what a pair of tits, Mavis ... they're firmer and bigger than Louise's!"
He got the bottom of the gown open and quickly slipped two fingers between the syrupy lips of her pussy. Mavis screeched an unearthly wail as he located her love button and began to roughly massage it.
"No ... no, Philo! Oh, my God!" Her face flushed even redder as she felt a tremendous glob of hot cunt juice shoot from her cunt.
"Shit, honey. You're so fucking hot, you're burnin' up! Why don't you just admit it and spread them pretty legs for old Philo's big dick?"
"No!" she said, sobbing frantically.
He seized her throbbing clit between thumb and forefinger, kneading it insistently, making her writhe and moan. "You want my cock in you."
"Oh, God, no!"
Philo slid his fingers stiffly between the hot folds of her cunt lips and into the quaking mouth of her vagina. As he worked them deep into her steamy hole, Mavis whimpered and panted. "You like it," he said. "You want my cock in there.
Come on, baby, admit it. There's nothing wrong with saying so."
"No, no, no," she moaned, even as her cunt juice bathed his fingers in hot gushes. She felt sure she had never been so hot in her life, but her conscience wouldn't let her say so.
"Well, shit," Philo growled at last. "Maybe you can hold out, but I can't. My dick wants a taste of your pussy and he wants it now!"
Her eyes flew open as she heard his fly being unzipped. When he drew out the gigantic log of his cock, the breath caught in her throat. The girls at the party hadn't lied. He must have fucked all of them, too, because they had described this unbelievable instrument down to the last throbbing inch and the last pulsing blue vein.
She hadn't dreamed a cock could be as long and thick as Philo's. Sometimes in her fuck fantasies she had wished for a prick that big, a cock that could really stuff and fill her hungry cunt, but never in her wildest dreams had she imagined she would find one in real life. She couldn't take her eyes off the thick, blood-engorged head as he wrestled his trousers off and the huge sac of his hairy balls popped into view.
"Oh, my God!" she gasped.
"Yeah, baby," he said, seeing her fixed gaze, "and right now it's all for you."
His long, thick meat swayed heavily over her belly. It sprung like the cock of an angry bull from the coarse forest of his dark pubic hair. The dark purple head was fully exposed and oozing thick cream. Mavis wondered if she would be able to take such a brutally thick log into her pussy.
"Please, Philo," she whimpered, "don't do this."
He only grinned at her. Jamming his knees sharply between her thighs, he forced them apart, and then she felt the hot head of his huge prick nosing into the sensitive folds of her pussy. She ached to have him in her, yet her mind still screamed that it was evil, sinful.
She sobbed and struggled, but too late. He threw himself heavily onto her trembling body, pinning her down, and seized her hips to steady them. He grunted and snorted as he began pounding his cruelly hard cock against her cunt lips, seeking entrance to her belly. Mavis screamed and wept and pushed at his shoulders, but he was too heavy and strong for her. She couldn't roll him off, couldn't wriggle out from under him. Then she gave a shrill shriek as she felt his massive organ slamming into her cunt.
"Oh, God ... oh, Jesus, you're big!"
But as hot as Mavis was, she could easily have taken an elephant dick up her cunt. Her hole was thoroughly lubed with her juices. Philo had little trouble penetrating her with the first powerful thrust of his long, thick pole. He felt his aching head nosing home against the slick mouth of her womb, felt the intensely hot clinging walls of her pussy all around his bloated meat. It felt marvelous, and he realized with wonder and amusement that he couldn't tell the difference between the sisters. They both had great, fuckable cunts.
"Damn," he growled, deep in his throat. "Damn, how T love to fuck!" With a second low growl he slid his hands under the perfect mounds of her ass cheeks and jerked her up tight against him. He began to work is rigid cock in long, slow strokes that he knew would soon give them both the ultimate pleasure.
Mavis shivered and whimpered as he impaled her aching pussy again and again. She knew, somehow in the back of her mind, that she should be fighting him rather than fucking him, as she felt her hips doing.
But I don't want to fight him, she thought, I want to fuck him; I want to grind my cunt over his cock and fuck him back. She didn't want to spoil this delicious fuck, didn't want to distract herself from the incredible pleasure she felt as Philo's huge cock reamed and stuffed her starved cunt. She gave up the struggle, going limp in his arms, letting him fuck her.
"You got a beautiful pussy, honey. Is my cock good for you? Is it good?"
She bit her lips to keep from crying out for him to ream her harder, shove his big dick into her faster.
He grinned down at her, noticing that her lovely face was twisted with arousal, feeling her huge breasts stiffening beneath him, feeling the movements of her pelvis as she responded to his deep strokes. He began to fuck her faster, harder. Mavis gasped, and another burst of hot pussy juice bathed his cock. He could tell that the faster and harder he fucked it to her, the more excited she got. He kept increasing the speed and force of his thrusts, and soon Mavis was helplessly working her pussy in time to his brutal jabs. Her belly slapped loudly against his with every thrust of her hips. The noise of their fucking became obscenely loud, a slurping, sucking sound that seemed to fill the entire room. Mavis' face was red with lust, and she was beginning to moan and wail her pleasure.
"Oh shit, baby, you're a good fuck when you relax. You're a fantastic fuck!"
She felt the delicious fullness of his enormously thick cock, felt the wicked slap-slap of his balls against her ass, felt the tantalizing thrill in her belly as her first climax on his prick bubbled in her pussy.
"Yes, yes, Philo! Fuck me! FUCK MEEEEE."
"Yeah, baby, yeah ... tell me. Talk to me, fuck me back!"
"I love it ... COCK! I love cock!" she babbled. "Don't stop fucking. Oh God, I love it ... I love it so much!"
"That's it, baby, that's it. HUNCH ME!"
"FUCK MEEEEEE!" she screamed. "Ream my cunt with that big hunk of meat. Make me bleed for you! YES ... AAAGGGRRRHHH!"
She let herself go completely, digging her nails into his shoulders, pumping her hips furiously to meet his thrusts, wailing her ecstasy. She threw her long legs around his waist and tightened them, drawing his jabbing cock even deeper into her belly.
His prick throbbed violently as he felt her come. Her orgasm started with a roar deep in her throat. It culminated in the insane twisting and writhing of her body beneath his. If she hadn't had her legs locked securely around his hips, her wild bucking would have thrown him from her.
She slapped at his thighs as he continued his sharp, rotating movements. She could now look down between their sweating bodies and see his fleshy tool severing the muff between her thighs.
"Honey ... oh baby, what a fuck you are," he crooned happily. "I'm gonna keep pumping my dick into you until I white-wash your whole insides!"
"Yes! Keep hammering it into me like that, Philo! I love it!" she shrieked. "I love your cock, your kind of fucking, the way you slam your meat into me!"
Suddenly she wanted more than just, a fuck. She wanted him all oer. She wanted to taste him. "Philo!"
"Huh?"
"Don't come in my pussy."
"Why not?"
"Because," she smiled up at him, "I want it in my mouth. I want to taste it!"
In a second he whipped his prick from her cunt and slid up across her body until he was sitting on her tits. The glistening head of his pussy-juice-stained cock was bobbing against her ruby lips.
"You mean it?" he said, running his fingers through her hair.
"Yes ... oh God, it's so big and so beautiful. Fuck my face with it! Jam that log of fuck meat into my mouth!"
He pulled her head up by the hair and set the bulbous head of his dick against her lips. The fingers of his other hand moved up and down the long, smooth base of his cock. Semen oozed from the purple head and fell on the tip of her tongue. She swallowed it eagerly and smiled.
"You taste good. Give me more. Give it all to me!"
Jesus, what a cunt, he thought. First she doesn't want to fuck me at all. . . now she wants me to strangle her with my cock!
He removed his fingers from his prick, then pushed it forward. He extended his legs, getting set to hurl his meat toward her mouth. He wanted to let his pulsating rod go all the way in her hot mouth. He wanted to slide his dick back and forth, to rotate it as he hammered it hard inside her face.
"I'm gonna fuck you, baby," he moaned. "I really dig it. Some women just can't take it, but you're sexy enough to take it all. I have a hunch you'll downright love it!"
"You know I will, dammit. Don't tease me. Give it to me! Let me taste it!"
As Philo dangled his cock just above her mouth, she began to feel tugs of apprehension. She was a little nervous, because of his tremendous size. But she wanted to try, to taste his thick cum. She wanted to get a solid ride, which she knew she would get once he threw his hips into high gear and rammed his prick deep into her mouth. But he was so fucking big. Would it choke her? Probably. She didn't care.
"Hurry ... I want to suck it! Face-fuck me!"
With one powerful lunge he split her lips and shoved half of his meat down her throat. Mavis gagged. Tears ran from her eyes. But the sensation of his dick between her ovaled lips was so exciting that she started bobbing her head, urging him to feed more and more of his cock into her face.
He eased his cock back and forth, giving her half an inch at a time. She was taking it, and loving it. The longer he kept up his swift, systematic pace, the deeper he rammed his rod inside her. Soon he was pushing it all the way to the base of her throat. He kept on ramming, sending it into her sharply, jolting her with each stab. She didn't mind. She was discovering that she loved this kind of erotic fuck. Her whole body shook as he kept on wielding his cock forward, ramming it into her throat.
Seeing his big cock plunging in and out of her mouth was almost as good as feeling it. It thrilled her to watch that huge, bulging, pulsating invader continuing to plunge inside of her face. He kept on driving his solid spear, planting it inside her, pushing it hard and fast as he fucked her throat. In just a few strokes, she was sure, the juices would come jetting out of the end of his meat and into her throat. She wanted to enjoy each and every hot gush that would soon shoot from his hard flesh.
"Just get ready, baby, 'cause the juices are gonna come!" he moaned to her. "The hot stuff is really gonna shoot!"
His whole body shook violently as he kept on flinging his cock forward, driving it hard and fast as it kept on making steady contact with the back of her throat. She loved the way his body was spinning, moving from side to side. At times he looked like a top, sliding his prick into her, ramming it, driving it with rapid-fire desire as he kept pushing it ever deeper into her mouth, sliding it into her as he moved that much closer to the point of orgasm.
And then he came. Great, hot globs of his cum shot into her throat. She swallowed, gagged, and then swallowed some more. At first she thought she was going to drown in his whirlpool of jism. She gobbled with everything she had, eagerly collecting every droplet of the hot, fiery juice that sprayed from the end of her lover's dick.
"Oh God, that was good ... so good," she moaned, as he pulled his still-rigid prick from her face.
"How about it?" he smiled down at her. "How about what?"
"You got one hole I ain't been in, baby," he said. "And I think I got one good load left."
Without even thinking how obscene his request was, Mavis rolled over and stuck her ass in the air.
CHAPTER FIVE
They were sitting in the hotel dining room, their meal nearly finished, when Louise mentioned the family that sat two tables away from them. "Mavis, that man is making all kinds of eyes at me!"
"Louise, he's obviously married to the woman, and that's his son."
"I know, but I think he wants to fuck me."
"You're kidding."
"The hell I am," Louise said, giggling and leaning closer to her sister. "And I think I'm going to let him. After all, honey, that's what we drove up here for, wasn't it? To have some sex?"
Mavis blushed. It was true. They had driven up to San Francisco that morning and called Louise's friend, Roy, when they arrived. He had told them he had business in Reno that evening, but he would send his little brother, Nick, in to pick them up. They could stay overnight in Frisco and then Nick would drive them out to the ranch the following morning.
"Well," Louise continued, "I plan on getting a little tonight!"
"But what about his wife?" Mavis said, letting herself become excited about the game. "And this boy, Nick, who's supposed to meet us?"
"You can wait for Nick. I'm going to see if I can get something going." Louise stood up and leaned over her shoulder. "Who knows, maybe you'll Uke Nick! I'll see you later."
"Louise," Mavis whispered, shocked by her sister's audacity. "Wait!"
But Louise had already moved away. As she passed the couple and their son, Louise gave the man a knowing look that practically cried out her intentions.
He caught it and smiled at her. After making sure that his wife and son were absorbed in their meal, he followed the blonde woman's progress into the lobby. He checked out her figure as she walked away from him. He only got a rear view, but what he saw he liked. The black dress she wore fit the fleshy globes of her fine ass like a glove. Her waist was slim and flowed provocatively into a flaring pair of hips.
Louise paused at the newsstand just outside the dining room and threw a glance at him over her shoulder. He smiled again and returned to his wife. "Honey, I don't feel very good. Why don't you and the boy go on to the show alone?"
"But, Jeff," his wife said, "what will you do?"
"I think I'll just go up to the suite and lie down."
Before his wife could object, he rose and moved into the lobby. The blonde was going up the stairs. He followed her slowly, keeping a good distance behind.
When she reached the landing, she turned and watched him climb the stairs to meet her. When he was directly in front of her, he flashed her a radiant smile which she returned in kind.
"My name's Louise."
"Jeff. Can I buy you a drink?"
"Not in the bar, I hope."
"I have a suite just down the hall. Two-fifteen."
When the door closed behind them, Jeff went to a small, portable bar. "Sherry or something stronger?"
"Sherry's fine," Louise answered.
He poured two glasses and turned. But that was as far as he got What he saw stopped him in his tracks. The black dress crawled up her body and over her head. She wore a black, lacy bra and thin, matching black panties that molded to her firm ass cheeks as if they were part of her body.
He watched her in awe, hardly daring to breathe. He could hardly believe his luck.
Louise folded the dress and placed it on a chair. As she bent over, her ass stuck out, enabling him to see clearly the seam of her ass crease and the puffy mound of her cuntal lips. She was indeed a beautiful woman, and obviously had a mind of her own when it came to sex.
"How much time do we have?" she asked.
"About two hours," he gulped. "My wife and the kid are going to a movie."
Louise nodded and straightened up. She kicked off her shoes and put her hands behind her back to undo the bra. It fell to the ground, but Jeff couldn't see her luscious breasts since her back was still towards him. Then, as if hearing his thoughts, she turned around to reveal her naked tits to his hungry eyes.
They were enormous, sticking out from her creamy flesh like two projectiles. Around each nipple was a dark area of flesh about as round as a half dollar. She took them into her hands and gently massaged them. Each hand went round and round, but teasingly did not touch the nipples.
Jeff could see the nipples swelling as she continued her massage. She stopped briefly and started to roll down her panties. Then she peeled them off and lightly tossed them aside. He had his first sight of her cunt hair.
The delectable blonde muff was almost as light as the hair on her head. Her firm thighs seemed to frame her pussy in such a way that the golden triangle drew his body toward her. He thought that he had never seen anything more alluring and, as he moved, he put his hand on the front of his trousers to rub his already stiff dick.
"You don't fool around, do you?" he said, handing her the tiny glass of sherry.
"When I see something I like, I go after it." She finished the drink in one gulp and slid her body backward onto the sofa. Her legs flew open, causing the lips of her cunt to spread.
He dropped to his knees in front of her and discarded his own glass. He looked at the tawny cunt with its long slit in the middle. He stared at the fascinating sight, half-expecting it to disappear at any moment. "
Suddenly, Louise put her hands down to her cunt, pulled the lips apart to reveal a dark red cavern of flesh, then stood up, still holding her cunt open, and moved into his face.
The shock made Jeff withdraw his face instinctively, but he was back in position in a fraction of a second. He could now only see the cunt and the pink, wet flesh around it. His lips went dry, his cock nearly burst out of his trousers, but now he was in for even a bigger surprise.
"You like my cunt, don't you? Come closer and see what I've got for you between my thighs."
"It looks good enough to eat," he murmured.
"Then kiss it. I came up here for a good fuck, Jeff, but we can start with your kissing my pussy!"
His head was swimming. Nothing like this had ever happened to him before. A few minutes earlier he had been sitting, bored, having dinner with his wife and son. Now he was on his hands and knees staring into a beautiful, available pussy.
"Well?"
"You'll have to excuse me ... this is all happening a little too fast for..."
Louise lay back on the sofa and lifted her knees, spreading them at the same time. "Do I have to get my own cunt juiced up for your cock?"
He answered her with action. He brought his mouth to the succulent lips of her pussy and jammed his tongue into her hole. Then he withdrew and sucked at her warm flesh.
Louise grabbed his hair and pulled him towards her cunt as if she wanted to get his whole head into her vagina. The taste hit his lips and the musky odor seethed through his nostrils.
"Ohhhh, yesssss ... suck it! Suck and bite it, lover," she groaned, enclosing his head harshly between her wanton thighs.
His hot tongue shot in and out of her wetness and found her swollen clit. He nibbled and sucked on that until her hips were convulsing up and down and she shrieked with ecstasy.
Jeff responded with nerve-tingling licks at her clit and cuntal lips. He pulled the pink flesh of her vulva out with his lips and sucked hard. Her body jerked and danced on the very edge of the sofa as his tongue pumped into her pussy.
"Oh, honey, honey," she crooned. "Hold off, baby, or I'll come! I want to save it and come with you!"
Jeff lifted his head and gazed with little boy awe into her eyes. "Jesus, what a woman!"
"Get your clothes off, lover," she urged. "I wanta see your cock."
He tore at his clothes like a wild man. In seconds, he stood in front of the beautiful blonde woman with his hard cock dancing like a blue-veined spear in front of his groin.
"Mmmmm, nice, lover," Louise sighed, lightly running her hand up and down the length of his rigid prick. "Here, change places with me so I can suck it a little!"
They shifted around until Jeff was sitting in the same spot on the sofa that she had just vacated. Beneath his ass he could feel the little puddle of sticky pussy juice she had gushed while he had eaten her. He scooted forward slightly so his cock stuck out and his balls hung over the edge of the sofa.
"Glorious balls," Louise moaned, her eyes fixed on the heavy, dangling sac that looked so bloated with cum that it might burst.
With one hand, she lifted his cock and then tilted her head under so she could lick his balls. Slowly, using her tongue and lips, she covered the entire area of crinkled testicle skin. In order to stop his nuts from swinging from the pressure of her mouth and tongue, she still held them gently in her hand.
He looked down and watched the passionate operation intently. She had a beautiful and innocent face. Her golden hair fell down the sides of her face, but was short enough not to get in the way of her work. He was getting incredibly hot. So far this mysterious woman had been having things all her own way. It was about time he took things in hand. The licking of his balls was having its effect.
"Go on, keep on licking, you beautiful bitch ... now start on my prick ... good, that's it ... take it in your mouth. No, not just the knob, the whole thing ... all of it!"
His prick was now well into her mouth but Jeff, to make sure, forced her head down with his hands. It must have been halfway down her throat, but he didn't care anymore. She had gotten him so hot his mind was reeling with lust and desire. He pulled her head up and down, making her mouth do the job that her cunt was built for. This motion, together with her hands playing at his balls, quickly brought him to the point of coming. He pulled her head away. He had other things in mind and he didn't want to give up his load too soon.
"Wait ... wait a second," he moaned. "You've almost got me coming! I want you to do something else for me before I fuck you."
"Name it, lover! Anything!" Louise cried. She was totally steamed up now and ready for any sex game he had in mind.
"Lie down on the sofa," he ordered.
She quickly obeyed. As soon as she was in position, he climbed on top of her, facing her feet. Then he crouched over her face, letting his balls hang just a fraction of an inch away.
"What do you see?" he asked.
"Your big balls and the underside of your prick. They look bigger and more beautiful from here!"
Jeff moved slightly forward until the cheeks of his ass were directly over her face. "Now, pull, my cheeks apart!" She did as he asked as his ass started coming down to her face. "Now," he cried," stick your nose in my ass-hole! Stick it in as far as you can!"
She eagerly obeyed him without a murmur. When he could feel her nose gently pushing his ass-hole, he immediately lowered himself, forcing her nose right against his rear hole.
"Now, open your mouth wide!"
His balls were level with her mouth, so he pushed them gently down into her eager opening. He lifted himself slightly, letting her catch her breath. Then he moved his buttocks sideways, grinding her face in his ass and rolling his balls slowly over her face.
Louise had thought that she had done everything. But this little sex game was entirely new to her and she found herself getting even more turned on. She could feel the juice from her pussy oozing in globs from her lower lips and trickling down to tickle her ass hole. She lowered one hand to her pussy and started rubbing the lips.
"Don't rub your pussy like that," he begged. "Hold it open with your fingers and I'll do it for you!"
She did and Jeff leaned forward to rub the rough stubble of his beard across her aching clit. He moved closer and took the little button between his lips. He sucked her clit while jamming his balls up and down in her mouth.
The whole thing was driving Louise mad with desire. "Please fuck me now ... I can't wait any longer! Give me your prick ... drive your balls into me! Please, put out the fire in my pussy ... I want to have it now! Fuck me ... FUCK ME NOW!"
Jeff pulled his mouth from her cunt and lifted his balls and ass-hole from her face. He reversed his position and aimed the head of his cock at her gaping, pink hole.
The head entered slowly, but Louise wanted more. She wanted it all. She lunged up until her belly slapped against his and his prick severed her hole to the hilt.
"Yes ... oh fuck yes!" he shouted.
"Now ... now, you cunt-lapper!" she screamed, "show me what you can do! FUCK ME!"
He started fucking her hard, pounding in and out of her cunt in long, angry strokes. He looked down at his cock and saw it glistening each time it came out. He barely had to push it back in, for the cunt seemed to suck it back home. He could feel his balls slapping against her ass hole on each down movement. As he thrust forward she pushed towards him. My God, she can take anything, he thought. I'm fucking the daylights out of her and she still wants more!
Just as his balls were about to burst, he felt her hands grab hold of them and gently squeeze. He could hold back no longer. His sperm shot out and buried itself in a series of hot spurts at the back of her womb. She came with him and shuddered as she reached her climax, the same moment as she felt his load of hot, gooey cum scald the walls of her inner pussy.
Just as Jeff started to lift himself from her body, Louise heard a sound from somewhere near the door. She tightened her arms around his neck and lifted her head to look.
"Oh dear, lover."
"What's the matter?"
"I think we've got company."
"What?"
"Your son is standing in the door."
"Oh, my God!" Jeff cried and leaped from her body. He grabbed his pants from the floor and held them in front of his dripping, semi-erect prick. "John, I thought you were at the movies!"
"It was a dirty movie, so Momma said we couldn't see it."
"Where's your mother, then?" Jeff cried, sweat dripping from his forehead.
"She said she was going to shop until the stores closed, and sent me back here."
"Oh shit," Jeff said, half under his breath, and turned to a smiling Louise. "What the hell am I going to do now?"
The grin on Louise's face widened. She had noticed something that Jeff, in his excitement, had completely missed. It extended like a tent-pole from the front of his trousers. "Let me take care of this, darling," Louise said, lifting her mature body from the sofa. "How old is he?"
"John? He's, uh ... fifteen."
"Then he's more than old enough, darling."
"What are you going to do?"
"You'll see." She crossed the room, her delightful ass and tits swaying provocatively with each step. As Jeff watched her body he almost forgot his fears, and let his hand roam down to caress his cock.
"Don't hit me," the boy cried, his eyes wide and fearful as he stared hypnotized directly between the mounds of her beautiful tits.
"Shut the door." He did, with trembling hands. "Well, well, my little man, how long have you been watching your father and me fucking? You're old enough to know what that word means, aren't you? ... fucking?"
"Uh ... yes, ma am, he stammered. "I ... I've been watching..."
"Well?"
The boy stood up straighter, as if sensing that, in actuality, he had the upper hand. "I've been watching since Daddy stuck his dick in your pussy." Suddenly he crumbled again under Louise's relentless stare. Tears welled in the corner of his eyes.
"Hey, little man, don't cry. It's all right," Louise said, putting her arm around his shoulder. "There's nothing wrong in a young boy like you learning the facts of life. Have you ever seen a woman being fucked before?"
"Well, well ... yes, I have ... my Mom and Dad do it and I've watched them through the keyhole of their bedroom! But it was never so exciting like you and Daddy!"
"Oh, my God!" Jeff cried.
"Shhhhh. Let me handle this," Louise said calmly, holding her hand up to still the older man. "Tell me, John, have you ever got to fuck a girl or a woman before?"
"N-n-noooo."
"Do you ever play with your cock and make it shoot?"
The boy was getting braver. Her pussy was close to him and he could smell the aroma of sex that wafted from the blonde muff. "Yes ... a lot. I jack it off all the time."
"Oh? ... good!" she said, winking at Jeff.
Suddenly he let a grin crease his face. He realized what Louise was going to do. "How would you like to jack your cock off inside a woman's pussy, John?"
The boy was also catching on. "You mean ... you'd let me stick my cock inside you and go up and down?"
"I might," Louise said, "If you promise never to tell your mother about it."
"I promise ... I promise!" the boy said at once.
"And you must promise never to tell your mother that your father fucked my pussy."
"Don't worry, I won't tell," the boy cried, wrenching at the front of his pants in his excitement.
"All right. Now just let me get your clothes off." She helped the boy undress quickly.
John, naturally, had a much smaller cock than his father, but it was rigidly erect and more than ready for action. His balls hung beneath his young prick, not yet fully developed and nearly hairless. Louise reached out and cupped them in her hands.
The boy groaned and she thought he might shoot right then and there in her hand. "You do want to fuck, don't you, John?"
"Oh yes, Ma'am!"
"Why don't you call me Louise, since we're going to be such close friends."
"Okay ... ohhh, that feels so good!"
"Would you like me to stroke your cock slow and gentle? There now ... how does that feel?
Much better than doing it yourself, isn't it?"
She continued fondling the young boy's balls and stroking his prick, which was growing and sticking out stiff as a ramrod.
"Please, John, may I put your darling cock in my mouth?"
Not waiting for an answer, she stuffed his young prick into her mouth and began to suck it vigorously. After a few minutes she stopped and lifted her head. "Your prick tastes just as good as your daddy's, so you have nothing to be afraid of or embarrassed about," she smiled up at him.
The more she sucked on the youth's cock, the more she was getting excited herself. It had been ages since she had sucked or fucked such a youngster and the anticipation was wonderful.
"Come on, baby," she said, pulling the boy with her to the sofa and motioning Jeff out of the way. "I think it's time we got down to business."
She lay down on her back and opened her legs. "Come here, John, sit on top of me.:. like this ... that's it. Now move your prick a little nearer my pussy. Good! I'll open my cunt lips to make things easier for you. Now push your little cock into me . . ah! That's wonderful! It feels so good! Now ... fuck ... in and out ... that's right ... oh, my God, you learn fast!"
Jeff could see his son giving Louise almost as good a fuck as he could give her himself. He saw the boy's rigid white prick flashing in and out of her seething cunt hole. The activities were waking his own cock and he wanted some action. Without saying a word, he climbed over Louise's face, facing the same direction as John. His hard prick and balls were now rubbing over her face. He slowly lowered his burning cock towards her mouth.
"Oh, wonderful!" Louise cried as the cockhead pried apart her lips. "I've got a whole family of cock! Fuck my pussy harder, John, while I suck your daddy's cock!"
She opened her mouth wide and welcomed Jeff's rigid tool into its warm depths. Then he jammed down, down, burying himself to his balls in her throat. Louise groaned in ecstasy; she was in her glory. Imagine being in the happy position of having two pricks fucking her at the same time ... one in her cunt and the other in her mouth!
Jeff used her mouth as if it were a cunt. He pushed in his cock as far as it would go so that each time it plunged in he hit her face with his huge balls. Her expert mouth sucked and nibbled and swallowed the invader eagerly, driving him quickly to a come. His heavy balls exploded and his sperm shot into her greedy mouth. She swallowed the spunk slowly, savoring it as if it were a delicacy. He squeezed the lower part of his prick with two fingers, leaving the knob still in her mouth to make sure she received the last drops.
John, while this was going on, had shot his load of youthful jism into her cunt. It felt much better than his usual nightly masturbation. Just as he came, her cunt squeezed his prick like a vise, making sure that all his sperm came into her hungry pussy.
"Oh God, that was so good! So fucking good!" Louise cried. "Now wiggle around, John, and stick your cock in my mouth ... alongside your father's. I'll suck you both hard again! We should have time for one last fuck before your mother gets back!"
CHAPTER SIX
Mavis finished her meal with mixed emotions. She could hardly believe what was happening to her. One part of her wanted to run upstairs, get her bags, leave a note for Louise, and fly home. The other part of her was thrilled to think that she was at last free of her inhibitions and could openly enjoy the well of sex that she knew burned in her body.
Or could she?
Would she ever be able to blatantly seduce a man, a married man at that, as Louise had obviously done?
She doubted it, but deep down in her emotions somewhere, she secretly hoped so.
The darkly beautiful woman finished her coffee and paid the check. In the lobby, she left word at the desk that she would be on the terrace having a drink, if there were any pages.
The walled garden beside the hotel was cool in the early evening. But Mavis was warm. Her pussy dripped when she thought that Louise was probably doing at that very moment. The thought made her shiver.
"You are cold? You should have a cognac. It will warm you."
She gulped as a darkly handsome young man, of around twenty, slid into the chair beside her and brazenly slid his arm around her shoulders. "What ... who..."
"I am Nick Sartano, Roy's half brother. And you must be Mavis?"
"Yes," Mavis replied, smiling in relief. "I didn't hear you come up."
"I've been watching you from the lobby. Roy didn't tell me I was to meet such a beautiful woman."
Mavis blushed, but enjoyed the compliment from such a handsome young man. She couldn't place his accent but she was sure it was European. It sounded very sexy and romantic as he whispered close to her ear.
"We ... my sister and I ... expected you a little earlier."
"I had some trouble with the auto." He leaned closer against her and Mavis shivered again at his touch.
Be cool, she told herself, be cool. He's a handsome young man. Louise is getting laid. Maybe the young Adonis wants to lay you. That's what you want, isn't it?
She smiled at him with her eyes. "It is a little chilly out here."
His arm tightened around her and she felt his fingers pressing into her flesh; his animal warmth seeped through her light cotton dress.
What is the matter with me, she wondered. What is there about this man that arouses me?
As Mavis speculated, the darkly handsome man slipped his arm further around her, letting his fingers brush lightly across her breast. Then, for a brief second, he held its firm fullness cupped in his hand. Immediately, she pushed his hand away. But it was impossible to conceal her involuntary reaction. At his touch, her nipple grew hard; its outline could be clearly seen pressing against the thin material of her dress.
She blushed, seeing Nick's hot downward gaze. The boy's tongue moistened his lips, and she imagined she could feel his soft warm mouth close around her breast and sense the pull as he sucked on it. She shuddered. When she looked into his eyes, she realized that he had been thinking of exactly the same thing.
"Maybe we should go inside," he offered, standing and extending his hand.
As if she had no will of her own, Mavis felt herself being led through the lobby to the elevator.
"What is your room number?" Nick whispered in her ear.
"Uh ... three-ten."
At the door she absently handed him the key. Inside, he looked around and turned to her. "Your sister, Louise ... she's out?"
"Yes ... she had a date."
"And you didn't?" he said, moving closer to her.
"Uh, no ... I was too tired."
"And are you too tired now?"
"I ... I don't know what you mean," she said.
"I mean this," he said, grasping her by the hips and pulling her cuntal mound hard against the bulge of his cock.
"No."
"What?"
"No, Nick," she whispered. Her hand pushed feebly at his chest. "No, no..." Her whisper was almost inaudible.
In answer, Nick gripped her more tightly and kissed her upturned mouth. He watched as the sensually beautiful woman made one last attempt to pull away before she abandoned herself to his embrace. His hand groped roughly for her straining up-thrust breast; his fingers spread greedily across it.
"You have even more wonderful tits than your sister ... much bigger."
"How ... how do you know that?" Mavis asked.
He smiled and shrugged. "Because I fucked her several times last year when she visited my brother's ranch."
Suddenly Mavis felt cheap and whorish. She twisted violently away from him. She was breathing hard and trembling. Unsteadily, she moved back and sank onto the divan behind her. She buried her face in her hands and tried to stifle the sound of her sobbing.
Nick's eyes narrowed as he stood looking at her. Then he took a deep breath and sat beside her on the couch. Gently, very gently, he took her hands away from her face.
"Is something wrong?" he asked.
"Please, Nick, I don't want ... I don't know ... " Her voice trailed away. She seemed close to hysteria.
"Please tell me what's the matter."
"How can you tell me how you screwed my sister, and then ... then expect me to make love to you?"
"Why not?" he shrugged. "If your sister were here right now, I would make love to both of you at the same time!"
"You would?" Mavis exclaimed, her eyes growing to violet saucers.
"Of course," he sighed, kissing one of her palms. "At my brother's ranch, everyone lays with everyone else. That is what they go there for ... the freedom."
The freedom, Mavis thought, that's exactly what Louise had been trying to pound into her head. He was smiling, slipping his arm around her again. He felt solid and warm and sexy.
After a moment, she lay passively against him. "I want to love you," he whispered in her ear. "I want to put my face between your thighs and drive you mad with desire for my cock. I want to make sex with you."
Mavis breathed deeply, making her breasts rise to monumental peaks under his gaze. Her lush, womanly body quivered with rapidly growing desire.
"Me too," she sighed, closing her eyes and turning her face to be kissed again.
His lips met hers and she forgot everything except the physical desire in her body that overwhelmed every other thought or consideration.
His tongue swam into her mouth. She felt her tongue, trembling, fleeing before his onslaught. Then, imperceptibly at first, she began to respond. The low moan was wrenched from the depths of her soul, and her arms snaked around his shoulders, pulling him in closer to her. Their tongues fought a pitched battle. Then she permitted his tongue to move in and out of her mouth as though it were some incredibly small, overly excited prick.
The handsome man began caressing her back. At first he concentrated on a point just above and inward from the shoulder blades. Then he moved down to a point of her back just above the soft fullness of her smoothly rounded buttocks ... massaging gently, kneading with his fingertips.
She began trembling and moaning low in her throat as Nick's searching hands moved freely over her back. It wasn't until he cupped her right breast in his palm that she tried to pull away and protest. The objection lasted seconds, and then she seemed to move in even closer to him.
During it all their tongues played, chasing, stroking each other. His left hand moved gently up the back of her dress and found the zipper. He tugged at it, and the soft whisper was lost in her moan. Using his left hand only, he expertly unsnapped her bra.
She stiffened when she felt the sudden release of pressure against her breasts, and attempted to shake her head. Nick paid no attention to her protest. Quickly, he peeled the material from her left shoulder. The dress now hung suspended by her left breast and her right shoulder. Then, and only then, did his mouth leave hers.
"Oh yes ... yes," she moaned and arched the mound of her perfect, huge tit toward his face.
She closed her eyes in rapture as his tongue began tracing a pattern down her neck and across her shoulder. Lower, lower his mouth moved until he felt her bra cup against his chin. He simply moved until he felt her bra cup against his chin. He simply reached up and pulled it loose. Her creamy breast like a ripened melon burst free. With a loud groan of hunger, his mouth closed on the succulent mound of flesh. His groan was echoed by hers, and her hands came up and cupped his head, holding it there against her tit in unconcealed pleasure.
"Nick ... oh, Nick," she crooned over and over again as his teeth nibbled at the nipple and his mouth and tongue played havoc with the passion-inflamed nerve ends.
After a moment, he reached up with his other hand and slowly pulled down the right cup. His devouring mouth moved over to that side, leaving the left tit shining with his saliva.
Now her dress was held up only by her right shoulder, and she made only a token protest when he slipped the dress all the way down to her waist. Both shoulders were now bare and her magnificent naked tits were revealed to his eyes.
Then he was tugging, pulling at her clothes as he continued sucking her luscious breasts. The cool air on her body told her that she was completely naked.
Then, still running his hot tongue over her body, he eased her back on the couch. He placed her legs wide apart, with one on the floor and the other pressed up until the ankle was over the back.
Then Mavis felt his hands, his lips, and his tongue leave her body. "Oh," she cried, opening her eyes, "come back ... don't stop!"
"I will, baby, I will," he said.
He was standing directly in front of her. Her gaze locked on the huge bulge in his pants.
The widow lay there, mesmerized, as the man she had met less than an hour before quickly pulled off his shoes and socks, stripped off tie and shirt, and then dropped his pants and undershorts at exactly the same moment. She saw him standing there above her, just as naked as she, his face gazing down at her with unconcealed lust. Her eyes traveled down from handsome face to broad muscular shoulders, and flat belly, to his cock.
The thick rigid prick stood out proudly from his curly patch of black hair. Even as she watched it, it jerked as though it were trying to reach out for her. Its huge, lust-bloated head seemed to throb with an unbelievable life of its own.
"Do you like it, baby?" Nick asked softly, watching as her body twisted seductively on the sofa.
"Oh, yes ... it's a beautiful cock. Let me suck it!" Mavis moaned, hearing her voice utter the words but hardly believing she had said them.
"Soon, baby, soon."
She felt the fires of total lust engulf her mind as he lowered his well-muscled body across hers. His bare hip touched hers and she jumped as if seared by a hot brand. His head dipped again to her breasts. She groaned as he took first one nipple, then the other, into his mouth. He licked and bit and sucked until Mavis wanted to scream in ecstatic delight. Waves of pure pleasure and lust rippled throughout her entire body. She could feel it from her jutting nipples to the tips of her toes.
Now Nick's head dipped lower. His tongue darted between her heaving breasts and navel. "Is it good, baby? Turning you on?"
"Shit, yes, Nick. I'm hot enough to explode!"
Still he seemed in no hurry. He tongued and sucked the flesh between her jutting hip bones and just above her pubic triangle. On down he went, across her supple hips, then up over one thigh.
Then abruptly, she was aware that his tongue and mouth were coming back again to the front, and that he had moved down until he was kneeling between her outspread thighs. His tongue flicked I once at her navel, then drew a straight line to her softly curling pubic hair. He breathed hotly into the softness of the ebony fur.
Do it, do it! her mind screamed. God, you're driving me crazy! Eat me! Suck me!
He dipped his head between her splayed legs and dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her inner thighs. Gently, he blew warm air over her pubic hair and the juicing lips of her pussy.
"You know what I'm gonna do now, baby?"
"Yes."
"Tell me. Tell me what."
"You're gonna kiss and lick my pussy. You're gonna lick and suck my clit and bury your tongue deep in my hole ... you're gonna lick and suck my cunt until I come!"
Her own words thrilled her. The imagery of what he was about to do between her legs made her cunt juice even more and her body tremble with wanton, uncontrollable desire.
Again she thought: But I've just met him. Fucking is one thing ... but this? And then she thought; Fuck it! Piss on it! I want it!
She felt herself raising the hot, wet lips of her cunt to the eagerly slobbering lips of his mouth. Shame, guilt, fear ... all disappeared under the tidal wave of shameless lust. Nothing mattered any more. She wanted him to do it. His touch had set fires in her loins, fires that rapidly roared out of control. She had never felt so completely at the mercy of a man before. She would consent to anything. Anything! Just so long as he did what he said he was going to do ... as long as he gave her relief and joy and happiness.
"Oh, Nick, Nick. . . " she moaned, then lay back, feeling the couch scratching against her bare shoulders and tickling the inner crevice of her ass cheeks.
There was a movement on the sofa and then he said, "Lift your hips." Eyes closed, she followed orders and felt a large pillow being shoved under her buttocks. Almost immediately he began showering her belly with kisses. His hot mouth moved up again to her straining breasts; his tongue flicked and quivered all over her tits. Mavis was about to go out of her mind with lust. Her hips had begun grinding a sensuous circle around and around on the pillow, and her head started rolling from side to side. Finally, in a voice she hardly recognized as her own, she moaned, begging, "Do it ... do it to me ... please!"
"Do what?" Nick asked, wanting her to say the words.
"Lick me, suck me, tongue-fuck my cunt! Do everything to it! God, I want it. I want to be a whore ... to be fucked and sucked!"
He teased her pubic fur with his lips as her hips tried to maneuver her pussy to his mouth. Finally, not even he could stand the sweet torment any longer. He roughly spread her thighs farther apart, used his thumbs to separate her soft, hair-fringed vaginal lips, and then savagely rammed his tongue deep into her quivering cunt.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Mavis screamed as the sleek hot tongue slashed into her, harder and harder, and her body reacted with convulsive lurches. Her hands cruelly grasped his hair, as if attempting to rip it out by the roots, and tried to pull his tongue, his nose, his entire face deeper, ever deeper, into her cock-starved pussy. She heard herself screaming incoherently, babbling. Above the sound of her wanton voice urging him on, she kept thinking: Oh, my God! How beautiful, how wonderful! It feels so fucking good!
"Oh shit, don't stop!" she screeched. "Suck me, Nick! Suck my guts right out through my cunt!"
Suddenly Mavis felt a bolt of electricity building in her belly and moving toward her cunt. She arched her back, jammed her clit against Nick's teeth, doing everything she could to finish the come he had started with his wild tongue.
Her face flushed red from the intensity of her effort. "I ... I ... " She couldn't finish the words.
She didn't have to. As she ground her pussy greedily up against his face, Nick knew she was close. He could feel the heat of her contracting cuntal walls around his driving tongue.
He began to tongue-fuck her deeper and harder, faster ... faster, shoving his hard hot tongue into her lust-filled slit. He was rewarded by a shrill scream of pleasure when he swirled and flicked his tongue around the sensitive, pulsating inner lips of her cunt. She was coming closer, ever closer, and so he slipped his hands beneath her undulating buttocks, cupping them in his hands, and shoved his face even harder between her pulsating thighs. He watched her face appear and disappear between her heaving breasts and sank his teeth savagely enough to bring pain into her clitoris, causing her to scream again with an unholy shriek of pure animal lust. Her lips curled in wild contortions back over the whiteness of her teeth.
Her wanton cries of passion filled the room. Abruptly, Nick dipped dcwn and began shifting his shoulders. He had them under her widespread thighs and began levering them up until they were draped over his shoulders. The entire expanse of her inflamed cunt was now bared in naked abandonment to his long, thrusting tongue. He drove his tongue in deeper than ever. Just when he was sure she was at the very peak of her rapture, with her feet wildly flailing above his shoulders, he lifted his mouth from her cunt and raised his body above her up-turned thighs and buttocks.
"Take it, cunt! Take my cock! TAKE IT ALL, BABY!"
He drove downward and, in one powerful lunge, severed her pussy with a foot of thick cockmeat.
"AARRGGGHHHH!" she screamed.
"Fuck ... fuck ... FUCK!" he chanted as he ground his hot pole of rigid flesh into her cunt.
"Beautiful ... beautiful cock," Mavis cried. "It's coming out my mouth ... but don't stop! Fuck me off! MAKE ME COOOOMMMMEEEE!"
Her mind was a hazy fog of lust. She came and it passed right on over her, as her body screamed immediately for yet another, and another, and another climax.
Nick was getting one of the best fucks of his life and he knew it. Her cunt was scalding his cock in juices. She creamed in floods and began to work her hips all around the delicious impalement of his gigantic cock, urging him to move inside her, to give her the steady friction she craved. He responded eagerly, working his big prick quickly and forcefully in and out of her musky cunt.
"Good fuck," he whispered. "Good fucking fuck."
His big cock was whipping in and out of her with blinding speed and great force, making a lewd squishing sound. Mavis felt her hot juices streaming down her thighs in rivers, felt Nick's hairy balls slapping rhythmically against her ass. It felt wonderful. She never wanted it to stop. She whimpered softly and clawed the sofa. Her big heavy tits swung wildly under the force of his attack until he slipped his hands over her to cup and squeeze the huge fleshy melons.
"Oh, baby," he moaned, "you have one beautiful cunt. So hot and wet ... . "
"Please, don't talk," she said frantically. "Just do it to me. Fuck the hell out of me!"
Suddenly he was coming as Mavis rocked through another climax of her own. She could feel his hot load splat against the flesh deep in her cunt.
Spent, Nick collapsed on her body.
"Well, well, well, sister dear," Louise said, grinning just above Nick's sweaty shoulder. "I can see the fun you're having. Now crawl out from underneath him and I'll tell you all about the fun I've been having!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
They had been at the ranch two whole days and Mavis had barely seen Louise. It was obvious that Louise was having the time of her life. She had disappeared with Roy less than an hour after they had arrived. When Mavis saw her later in the hall, Louise had said they had gone swimming in the pool and that Roy had eaten her and fucked her underwater.
Mavis had loosened up some, but she found she just couldn't be as forward and open about sex as her sister. Besides, what she really wanted was to go to bed with Nick again. But for the two days and two nights she had been there, Nick had never come to her room. And just when she had decided to look around for someone else who might attract her, most of the guests had left.
Now, besides herself, there remained only Roy, his wife Lydia, Louise, Nick, and the two servants, Emile and Janet, a German couple.
Mavis was sitting in her room, feeling sorry for herself, and contemplating a return to the city, when Roy came through the door.
"When are you gonna decide to come outta your cage?"
Mavis tried to smile. She liked Roy, but for some strange reason he didn't turn her on sexually. "I was just thinking of going home."
"Home?" Roy said, with a quizzical look on his face. "Hey, why go home? You haven't done anything here yet!"
"Maybe I don't find anything to do here."
"Well, shit," the big man said, "I can take care of that." He moved to her and roughly pulled her from the chair.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm gonna fuck, you. Nick said you're even better than Louise!"
Perhaps, if he hadn't told her that Nick had
I'll discussed the fuck they had had together, Mavis might have relented. But now, as he pulled her toward him, she tried to struggle free.
"What the hell's wrong with you?" he asked.
"I just want to be left alone, that's all."
His cock was pressing into her crotch. She could feel its size and its increasing hardness right through the material of their clothing. She looked up into his face. He wasn't handsome and young like his brother. His was a cruel face that looked as though he would rather rape a woman than have her willingly.
But there was something exciting, stimulating, in his touch. And it was having an effect on Mavis' body. She shivered from lust, from shame, and from some embarrassment at how easily her wanton body took over from her mind.
His face was close to hers, his lips inches from her mouth. She could literally taste the wine he must have drunk before coming to her room.
"Louise said you had illusions of being a prude. She also said that what you really needed was a little force, and then a thick cock."
He lowered his lips to hers savagely. As he kissed her, he slid his huge hands up and down her ass, kneading the pliant cheeks through the material of her skirt. Again Mavis felt an involuntary shudder go through her body as his palms moved over her cheeks and pried her thighs apart.
The kiss became more intense and Mavis knew that, once again, she was losing control. Her pussy was smoldering.
She was like Louise, she thought. Oh God, if she could just accept the fact and be done with it. She gasped as his large, flat tongue lapped along her moist lips and snaked into her mouth. The tip ran around her teeth.
"You want to fuck," he growled deep in her throat. "Why don't you admit it?"
He was right. Mavis felt compelled to writhe her pubic mound against his now burgeoning prick. His fingers kneaded her pussy from the rear, right through the material of her skirt. Suddenly she wished she were naked against him.
As if Roy had read her thoughts, he lifted his gripping fingers from her taut ass cheeks and opened the buttons on her blouse. His nimble fingers worked quickly and Mavis soon felt the blouse slide from her shoulders; the skirt soon followed it to the floor.
As if in a daze, Mavis looked down and saw his hands removing her tits from the bra cups. She bit her lips to halt a cry of encouragement as his hands closed over the snowy whiteness of her naked breasts.
"Oh, God." Her trembling became almost uncontrollable as he used his fingers to squeeze her nipples into elongated erectness. He kept his fingers on them, forcing them to remain painfully stretched as he massaged them.
Roy smiled. Her sister, Louise, had been right.
This woman was a writhing mass of lust under his touch. He massaged her tits even more brutally as he hunched his hips forward. She answered his touch by rubbing her cuntal mound, hard, back and forth across his cock.
"You want it, don't you, baby?"
"Yes, yes ... yes, dammit!"
His right hand let go of her nipple and moved down between their bodies. He was standing too close to her for Mavis to be able to see what his hand was doing. But she didn't have to see; she could feel. His trousers came open and slid down between their legs. Then she could feel the hot length of his giant cock sliding between her sticky thighs.
"Meat, baby," he gasped, sliding back and forth. "That's my cock rubbing against your cunt."
She had to see it. She forced herself back a few inches and gazed down at the bloated shaft of blue-veined cockmeat.
"Touch it. Rub it and play with it a little. Believe it or not, baby, it gets even bigger."
Her hand shook as she slowly moved it to his prick. Lightly she traced her fingertips across the swelling, dark knob. Then, with her nails, she traced down the entire pulsing length from the crimson top to the mat of wiry hair surrounding the root.
"Jesus, you're big ... and getting bigger!" Mavis ooooed and ahhhed as she groped under the massive shaft and cradled the heavy sac of balls. With one hand she lifted and weighed his warm testicles. With the other, she fisted his cock which, to her amazement, did indeed grow to a fiercer state of erection.
Suddenly Roy gripped her head in both his hands. Putting his lips close to her ear, he rasped, "DO YOU WANT TO FUCK MY COCK OR NOT?"
She answered with her body by throwing herself onto the bed and ripping the panties from her legs. Then she threw her long legs high and wide in the air and pulled her cunt lips wide apart.
Roy wasted no more time. Mavis had a beautiful cunt and he wanted some of it; a lot of it. He crawled between her thighs, his eyes drinking in the soft beauty of her luscious, curved tits and the roundness of her swelling ass.
He held his monstrous cock firmly as he guided it's gleaming head towards the fleshy hole that awaited it.
"Take it, baby ... take my cock!"
"Fuck me," Mavis replied and eagerly thrust her cunt upwards, spreading her thighs wider in the process. "OHHHH, SHHHEEEIIIT!" she wailed, as the towering length of his rod severed her pussy in one continuous stroke. He lunged into her, not pausing until his balls slapped against the crack of her ass.
She took it, all of it, and she loved it, every inch of its hardness. She was fully aroused, fully hot and horny from her two days of abstinence. She accepted every last inch of Roy's huge cunt rammer into the gooey softness of her clasping pussy.
"Ohhhh, wonderful," she whimpered with desire as the big man started his withdrawals and lunges. He buried his thick prick in her to the hilt on every thrust and, before withdrawing for another one, ground his hard pelvis against her throbbing clitoris.
His thick forest of cockhair mingled with hers and scratched her thighs and belly. He gripped her face and forced her head down between them.
"Look ... LOOK! See your pussy take my cock! You're sucking on my cock with your cunt, I can feel it. Can you honestly tell me now that you don't love cock, that you don't love to fuck?"
"No ... no, goddamit, I do love it! You're right ... I love cock!"
"Want more?"
"Yes, yes ... I want all I can get. Fuck me, Roy darling, pound your dick into my pussy! OHHHHH FUCK MEEEEE!"
He removed his hands from her head and slid them beneath her until he could get a good, solid grip on the fleshy parts of her ass. Then he savagely yanked her cunt up over his cock and began to ride her.
They quickly settled into a smooth but wild rhythm of fucking. The man and the woman fucked in a frenzied abandon of lunges and finely arched circles as pelvic bones met, ground together, and slurpingly parted to do it all over again.
Mavis had never before realized why the fuck is sometimes called being screwed. Now she knew. She was being literally screwed. That massive, wonderful cock was screwing its way right up her .cunt towards her very soul, and when she felt his hands levering her ass cheeks apart and a thick finger prodding at her anus, she felt she was really belonging to this man.
"You should have been using this pussy all these years," Roy panted. "It's good ... it's fine pussy!"
"Don't talk!"
"Why?"
"I don't know," Mavis whimpered, "it embarrasses me for some reason. Just fuck!"
Roy felt her urging the tempo of their fuck. He could sense that she was more than ready to come. He felt her lovely ass shudder. She moaned intensely as volcanic passion rippled through the walls of her pussy.
Roy had a reason not to hold back any longer. He knew she was about to come and he wanted to shoot first; shoot and, if he could, leave her hanging.
He lunged and screamed, letting his hot cum rush up into the moist channel of hot pussy that gripped his cock.
Mavis knew she had never had a man so deeply inside her cunt as this heavily panting lover had his cock now. Up her vagina to the very hilt, that fat, throbbing monster was securely gripped by her cunt muscles. Her upward thrusts and writhing, together with the fierce, frantic way he jammed his dick into her, gave the impression that they were both intent on getting not only his prick but the huge balls and his bush as well inside her dripping hole.
She felt his hot sperm jetting into her steaming depths. She had never known juice so hot. The thickness and the heat of his fluid almost alarmed her as it spread from her filled cunt right over her belly and to the rest of her body.
His fingers dug cruelly into the quivering flesh of her ass as he drained himself inside her. The hot liquid fire spread all over her and made her realize she had never been so completely fucked as Roy had fucked her.
And then he started pulling out before Mavis had completed her own come.
"No ... NO! Oh, God, don't stop!"
"You want more cock, baby?" Roy said, leering down at her.
"Yes, YES! PLEASE! Don't stop fucking me!"
Mavis rolled her head frantically on the pillow in frustrated bewilderment. Her pussy was a mass of aching, unfulfilled fire and lust. She pried the lips apart with the fingers of her left hand and, making a curved spear of the right hand fingers, she jammed them into her pussy. The heel of her hand hit her clitoris and she kept pushing until only her wrist was still outside her cunt.
"Oh, please, please, fuck me, fuck me," she screamed as she writhed on the bed, trying to push even more of her arm up her cunt.
"Jesus, look at that," a voice said from somewhere behind Roy. "She's really fucking her own cunt with her whole fist!"
"You wanted more prick? Well, here it is!" Roy said harshly to the writhing figure on the bed. "Open your eyes and look at it!"
Mavis' eyes fluttered open, but her fist continued slamming in and out of her cock-starved cunt. What she saw made her recoil in sheer astonishment. . . and her hand stop.
Nick stood alongside the bed, his huge prick as thick as her wrist, long and throbbing, rising up in veined hardness like a jerking tower from between his legs. Holding his rigid shaft proudly, Nick edged onto the bed, then reached down with his other hand to draw back the foreskin in a teasing motion that brought a smile to his lips.
"You still want some prick?" he taunted.
Mavis' eyes were wide with fright as she stared at the inhumanly massive cock, but the effect on her hungry pussy was stronger. If she didn't have relief soon, she would go out of her mind.
Beyond Nick she could see the leering Roy, the huge German houseboy, and the tiny ex-jockey who took care of the stables.
Oh, my God, she thought, they've all been watching me fuck. Were they all going to fuck her? Then the head of Nick's big cock was sliding up and down the wet slit of her pussy and she didn't care anymore.
"Do you want my cock?" Nick repeated, his voice echoing like thunder in the room.
"Yes, GOD YES!" Mavis pleaded, not caring what happened to her as long as the aching fire between her legs was soon quenched. "Fuck me, Nick! FUCK ME BEFORE I GO MAD!"
Roy laughed and nodded. He leaned over and whispered in his brother's ear. Nick reached forward with both hands and pulled Mavis across the bed, forcing her head down between his dark thighs in a position that was uncomfortable to stand unless she moved to the floor on all fours.
"No!" she cried. "Put it in me!"
"Not until you suck it," Nick commanded. "If you're a good girl, then you can have some cock."
At this point, the sex-crazed widow would do anything for it. Her tongue darted out automatically, the tip coming into wet, warm contact with the shining head of his dick. She circled her pink, fleshy tongue around the rubbery flesh as he groaned and twisted above her.
"Yeah, yeah," he groaned, and moved his hips back and forth. "That's it, baby ... take it, take it down your throat!"
Her hands dropped to the base of the huge prick and cupped his heavy testicles with one of them, grazing her tapered nails at the thick base of his prick where it soared from the black pubic hair covering his lower stomach. She squeezed it, her fingers barely able to fully encircle the rod of meat. She pulled up and then down, hard, skinning back the foreskin until the gleaming head stood alone and naked against the softness of her parted lips. She began planting moist, warm kisses around it, beginning at the tip and tracing a path down the full length of it to the bottom, and then moistly back up to the tip again.
Nick could wait no longer. With a gurgle deep in his throat, he reached down to lock his hands behind her head and thrust his cock up with the strength of a bull. The broad, thick cock crushed through her soft lips into the wet cavern of her mouth. She could feel the hugeness of it slithering up the length of her tongue and stuffing her mouth completely with its fleshy hardness. Nick began a slow, lascivious undulation of his hips to send his meat into her lust-contorted face.
Just then, from somewhere behind her, Mavis heard another voice. "Shall I start now, Roy?"
"Yeah, start! Now!" Roy barked.
"WHAMMFFGGRHHH," Mavis struggled to ask, attempting to form a question around the cock in her mouth. God, what else? she wondered hysterically, trying to imagine what was going to be done next to her body.
"This beautiful widow wants cock, don't you, Mavis, baby? You want the special treatment ... right?"
"Nnnmmmmmrgggg," she protested. She wasn't sure why or what she was afraid of.
Roy grinned as he watched the little jockey hurry to the bed and grab the cheeks of her nakedly writhing ass.
They were all so engrossed in the wildness of the sex scene taking place before them that they didn't hear the bedroom door silently open and then shut. Nor did they see the woman who stood, smiling in the shadows, watching the four men about to fuck the prudishness right out of her sister.
"Now!" Roy hissed, as the tiny jockey parted Mavis' quivering legs and pushed his short but thick prick between the plump cheeks until the blunted head found her anus.
Mavis tried to struggle free, but Nick jabbed his cock harder down her throat until she could feel his pubic hair against her nose. The jockey held her hips in a vise-like grip.
"Eeeeoowww!" he shouted, and lunged his narrow hips forward to bury his prick in her ass-hole.
Her mind was screaming No! at this new invasion, but her body was demanding more. There she was, poised like a dog on all fours, the hands holding her so strong that she could barely move.
Waves of shame and pain washed over her. She couldn't see who was entering her from behind, but felt his pressure and grunted with pain even greater than before when his thickness pushed farther into her. She wanted to lift her mouth and scream for them to stop. Tears ran freely down her cheeks as the shaft penetrated another torturing inch, and then another. It was hideous and she felt her buttocks being swept wider as the cock bored forward into the tightly clenched hole of her ass. Her pussy was on fire. Her arms were trembling and her back ached from the uncomfortable position she was in.
"Deeper ... put it in deeper," Roy urged the jockey. "Give her the ass-fucking she deserves."
The agony increased as he rammed forward still further, and she felt as if her body would split all the way up to her swaying breasts.
Suddenly, without warning, the desire inside her cunt became a torrent once more. She began to roll her buttocks high up behind her, clasping desperately with her cunt muscles at the hotly pulsing prick burrowing into her anal passage.
Now she wanted it to the limit, to fill her belly with it. She punched back wildly at the throbbing shaft in her ass and sucked wildly at the massive cock in her mouth, almost gagging, her cheeks hollowing and filling with Nick's every thrust.
She had blown cock before and she had been ass-fucked before. But never had she experienced the two of them together. And suddenly she realized that she was loving it, and even wanting more of it.
Now Nick's bludgeon was sliding down into her throat as she fought for breath, managing to catch quick gulps of air on the out-stroke of his thrusting. She was beyond fighting this rape of her mouth and ass. She couldn't even visualize what was happening to her. It was all pure sensation and erotic fury.
"Well, now ... look at her! She's changed a lot, hasn't she?" she heard Roy say sarcastically.
The powerfully pistoning prick in her rectum smacked with renewed force, as if in answer, ravaging her, disappearing and surfacing, driving her forward onto Nick's rock-hard cock and spreading her throat until she thought she would die from suffocation alone.
She arched upwards, the cords in her strained neck standing out, her long hair falling around the cock she was sucking with all her might. She timed the movements of her sucking mouth to the lunges of Nick's fucking hips. At the same time she kept her ass moving to follow, as much as possible, the ramming gyrations of the cock up her ass-hole. It was ramming and fucking into her at its full length, and God! It was beginning to feel wonderful!
"Slap the bitch's tits!" Roy shouted to Nick. In obedience, Nick released her head with one hand and then drew it back to deliver a sharp, stinging slap to one of her bouncing breasts. The kneeling widow responded, moaning with a muffled sound, and yet feeling a delicious sensation of odd masochistic joy. The blow only increased her sense of lust, thus increasing her shame, but nothing could diminish the ecstasy she was beginning to feel.
Oh, if only he would shoot his cum in my mouth, she thought, mumbling out her submission to the desires racing through her ravished body. She was truly their slave, and now, inciting her more, Nick was leaning forward a little to run his hands over her swollen, creamy breasts. He was reaching the crescendo of his own desire, she could tell, and wormed as best she could one of her hands over to once again cup his magnificent balls. She pulled on them lightly as she was driven backward with each lunge he made into her hot, wet mouth.
"Tighten your lips, bitch!" he barked at her, his voice tight with passion.
Mavis eagerly followed his bidding, at the same time feeling her own climax approaching, the first of a rapid series of mind-blowing jolts.
Then all hell broke loose.
Nick, in front of her, jerked suddenly as though lashed with pain, and jammed his hips up tightly into her face, sinking all of his wildly jerking cock deep in her gasping throat. She could hardly breathe as the incredible prick erupted in her sucking mouth.
His hot, thick sperm spurted into her mouth like a rush of raging water through a storm drain. She sucked and swallowed. Her cheeks inflated and deflated constantly from the pressure of the bursting dam of Nick's cum. It seemed to last forever. Her throat accepted the warm, sticky liquid of his passion, and then it pulsed with a long, last jerk ... at last softening beneath her swirling tongue.
Mavis' reason was gone, and she clung to his hips, keeping his spewing prick in her mouth, as her own come hit her.
The orgasm stiffened her voluptuously writhing body. It flooded her pussy with great, sensual waves of juice, just as the thick cock in her ass started shooting.
"OHHHH-OHHHH SHIT," cried the little man behind her.
"Come ... COME!" Roy shouted. "Fill up her fucking ass hole with it!"
"I'm shootin', " the tiny man screamed, and yanked her ass back against his crotch.
Cum flowed out of her in hot, liquid streams, making her cunt lips throb and flower open wide as it ran down the insides of her trembling thighs. Her ecstasy was overwhelming, and all of her cunt felt wet and used beyond belief.
She was crying, tears of real joy pouring from her eyes; then her eyes fluttered closed and she released Nick's now limp prick, its softness slipping from her pursed lips with a slight plop as, at the same time, the cock withdrew from her ass with a wet, sucking sound.
She fell to the floor, exhausted, only to find out that it wasn't over. She felt herself being lifted back to the bed, and then she was slammed down and another hard cock entered her cunt.
She opened her eyes and looked down. Roy smiled up at her. "Just keep pumpin', honey, and I'll scald your guts with another load while Emile takes you up the ass at the same time!"
It was true. She felt hands come around her body. They grasped her swaying tits to steady her as a second cockhead probed at her anus. She looked over her shoulder and saw the German's smiling face.
"Yes, yesssss, give it to me! Fuck me up the ass and the cunt at the same time!" she shrieked.
With a loud grunt, Emile sent his prick into her ass-hole. In no time, the three of them established a soaring rhythm and Mavis was getting beautifully fucked by two cocks at the same time.
There was a sound from the dim corner of the room. Mavis looked up and saw a naked woman. The tiny ex-jockey was on his knees directly below the woman's cunt. She spread her legs even wider and lowered a blonde muff onto his face.
Mavis lifted her gaze and stared directly into the smiling face and flashing eyes of her sister. Louise made soundless words with her lips: FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!
Mavis did the same, until the picture of the jockey eating Louise was obscured by Nick's body. His cock was hard again.
"I'd rather fuck you this time, but you're all filled up."
Mavis smiled and wrapped her lips around his cock.
And they kept fucking her. One after another, as fast as their cocks would get hard again after coming, they would fuck her. For hours they kept her wet sucking mouth, her hungry cunt, and her clutching ass-hole full of male meat.
And Mavis loved every inch of every fuck.
CHAPTER EIGHT
When everyone else had left the room, Mavis and Louise just stared at each other. "Well?" Louise said.
Mavis just shook her head and stared dejectedly down at the jizz that was starting to cake on her breasts, her belly, her inner thighs, and the lips of her pussy. There was even a puddle of the now-drying liquid beneath her on the bed. Her muscles were sore and her cunt felt as if it had been ripped wide open.
"I don't know," she said. "I just don't know."
"C'mon, let's change the bed and then we'll shower and get dressed for dinner."
Together they made the room livable again and, after several sprays with a room deodorant, the smell of sex disappeared. Louise ran a hot tub for Mavis and then went back to her own room.
A half hour later she returned, showered, dressed, and made-up. Mavis was still lounging languidly in the tub.
"Hey, c'mon!"
"I feel weird," Mavis replied.
"Here, I'll help you."
Louise got her out of the tub and dried her off with a fluffy towel. Then she guided her sister back to the bedroom and methodically dressed her. She had managed to put her panties on and had just fastened her bra when Mavis started to break down. She whimpered, and then started sobbing uncontrollably.
"Hey, hey," Louise said, and tried to grab her as Mavis twisted from her grasp and whirled to the bed.
Louise followed her, slid onto the bed with her back to the headboard, and cradled her sister's head in her lap. "You want to talk?"
Mavis turned her tear-stained eyes up to he sister and tried to smile. "God, what's wrong with us, Louise? Are we cursed?"
Louise smiled back at her. "Well ... if you call being terrifically oversexed a curse, then I guess, yes, we're cursed."
"I'm scared!"
"Why?"
"Because I'm afraid of myself. Louise, are we nymphomaniacs?" , "Not quite," Louise said, throwing her head back and roaring with laughter. "From what I've heard, nymphomaniacs want to fuck, but they never seem to get their kicks. And, believe me, big sister, when I fuck, I really do get my kicks!"
Mavis looked up at Louise and replied in a cracking voice. "So do I, but. . . four of them ... at once?"
"You were digging the hell out of it," Louise said. "I could see that you were!"
"I know," Mavis nodded. "That's what scares the hell out of me!" She started whimpering again and dug her face in Louise's soft belly.
"Hey, honey, just relax. Don't think about it, just accept it. If you accept it and relax into it, let it happen, you'll feel much better about it."
"It's hard ... sex without love."
"Look, baby, all sex is love to some degree." Louise brushed away her sister's tears and leaned over. Gently, she kissed Mavis on the cheek. "Try to forget it for now. Just relax!"
She held Mavis tightly against her breasts and rocked gently back and forth. Now and then she leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. "I ... . I ... "
"Yeah?"
"I think I'd like a drink," Mavis said. "There's a bottle in the drawer."
Still holding her sister, Louise opened the bedside table drawer and extracted a bottle. She tipped it up into two-glasses and handed one to her sister.
In a wink it was gone, and Mavis motioned for another. Louise drank hers and poured. This was repeated several times, until both women were laughing and talking together about their supposed problem, and all thought of dinner had been forgotten.
A slow, subtle change came over Mavis. She quieted into calmness and snuggled harder against Louise's breasts.
"You're a good sister, Lou," Mavis cooed, her words slurring slightly. "I don't think I mind so much wanting to fuck all the time now that I know you do, too."
"We're just alike, honey," Louise said, gently stroking her sister's bare back. "You just have to j learn to live with it, that's all."
"What are you going to do when we get back home?" Mavis looked up between Louise's jutting breasts with a sheepish look on her face.
"Do?" Louise asked, her forehead knitting in thought. "Oh, I don't know. I'll do what I've always done, probably. I'll fuck, and have a lot of fun doing it!" She chuckled and pulled Mavis' face up between her breasts. "But let's not worry about that now, honey. Things are going to work out for both of us. I'm sure."
"I hope so," Mavis said, and laid her hand on Louise's thigh. She snuggled closer to her sister's breasts and gave the soft flesh of her thigh a hard squeeze.
"Hey, be careful where you squeeze," Louise said. "You'll turn me on!" She squeezed Mavis' head harder than ever between her tits and began kissing her face.
Suddenly, Mavis moved her head up between the mammoth globes of her sister's tits and kissed Louise hard on the lips. She started to slide her tongue between Louise's lips, realized what she was doing, and quickly withdrew it. "I. . . I'm sorry. I guess I didn't know what I was doing!"
"You're silly, you know that?"
"Why?"
"Because there's nothing wrong in kissing me like that. We're sisters, and we love each other. Nothing wrong with sisters showing how much they love each other. It's a family affair!"
As if to prove her point, Louise moved her hand to Mavis' bare hip. She kneaded gently at the soft flesh just below the woman's panties. "I'm not afraid or adverse to displaying a little affection, if you're not."
She tilted her head and tenderly kissed her sister on the lips. Mavis, as if it were exactly what she had been searching for, kissed her back, gently but demandingly. She felt her lower lip tremble slightly as Louise's tongue came out to stroke it. She felt awkward and the muscles in her cheeks twitched. But she also felt relaxed and at ease.
She drove her own tongue into Louise's sucking mouth. They kissed long and hard and, somewhere in the course of it, Louise moved her hand and rested it lightly on Mavis' bra-covered breast.
As their lips detached, Louise's eyes searched Mavis' face as she spoke to her in a whispering tone. "Honey, have you ever wondered what kind of woman you'd like to make love to, should you ever be put in that situation?"
"No, not really," Mavis replied. "I've never been in that position. Have you?"
The words had barely left Mavis' mouth before she remembered the story that Louise had told her about their aunt.
Louise seemed to read her thoughts. She nodded and smiled. "Yes, with Aunt Elbe ... and many, many times since then."
"Did you ... well, did you...? "
"Did I eat pussy?" Louise smiled. "Yes, honey, lots of pussy ... and I loved it every time."
Mavis smiled. She looked up into her sister's face, her mouth opened as if to speak, and then she realized that there was no longer any need for words.
Louise braced Mavis' head in her hands and kissed her again, this time quite passionately. Her mouth opened and her tongue caressed Mavis' lips. She sighed into her sister's mouth as her tongue parted the lips. Mavis responded by caressing Louise's tongue with hers. She let out a sigh as she opened her mouth widely, her tongue probing and flicking within the limits of Louise's lusting lips. Their tongues played on each other, searching and pleasing.
Louise's hand moved under the bra and found Mavis' huge breasts, cupping one gently and caressing it. Mavis moaned as a tingle shot through her body. Louise's tongue traced her sister's lips, then moved down her neck and rested on one tit. Mavis let out a groan as her sister's tongue flicked at the nipple, while her hand squeezed the soft flesh.
Suddenly, Mavis gasped and arched her back as the bra came completely off and Louise's hot mouth closed over her breast. "Ohhh, ohhh, Louise," she groaned as her sister's teeth nibbled gently on her erect nipple. Then her mouth yawned wide to engulf as much as possible of Mavis' yielding tit.
As Louise sucked hard on Mavis' breast, the older widow lifted a hand to one of her sister's heavy tits. She kneaded it and caressed it. Mavis could feel the crotch band of her panties soaking with the juice that had begun to flow from her pussy.
"Mmmmm, good, good," Mavis groaned. She subconsciously knew that what they were doing was wrong. You just didn't have sex with your very own sister. But it was so good, it felt so good.
Louise also groaned and, as she sucked more and more of her sister's elongated nipple into her mouth, she dropped her hand to Mavis' crotch. Her hand slid under the tight band of dark pubic hair until she found the tip of the cuntal slit. Her fingers twined around the hair, pulling gently, causing a slight squeal to escape Mavis' lips.
She spread her legs slightly as Louise's hand moved down and began massaging her inner thighs. The warm fingers passed over the swollen lips of her cunt, stopped to rub over the surface of them, up and down the slit, until the thick lips began to gush juice.
She inserted a finger into Mavis' cunt, letting it press and explore. The brunette began to wiggle under her touch. Her hips began moving in circular motions as Louise's expert finger worked its way deeper between the walls of her lusting cunt.
Once again Mavis thought how wrong her actions, and the lust she was feeling for her sister were; but she couldn't help it. She wanted her pussy eaten, and she wanted it done by Louise.
She writhed under Louise's caressing motions, and she began thrusting her hips to meet the movements of her hand.
"Ohhhhh, Louise," she moaned, "that's good ... feels so good! So gentle. Just how I like it!"
"That's because I'm a woman," Louise whispered. Her finger stirred in the cunt syrup while her tongue still traced the hard nipple. "You have a gorgeous body, honey," she said, her voice husky with lust. Her hand began rubbing harder as Mavis' hips ground into it. "I want to eat you, Mavis. I want to eat you so badly!"
"Yes! Do it, Lou! Lick me!" the sister moaned.
The blonde slid down in the bed until her face was just above the dark line of her sister's pubic fur. She began kissing her stomach. Her tongue bathed Mavis' eager flesh while her hands continued to knead the splendor of her healthy tits.
"Here," Mavis said, and ripped the panties from her own body. "Now, eat me ... suck me! MAKE LOVE TO ME!"
"I will, baby. I'll make your pussy come like it's never come before!"
Louise's hands squeezed and jerked the big tits while her tongue laved across the inner thighs until its hard tip found the pink, inner flesh of Mavis' cuntal slit.
"Yes, yesss, there! OH MY GOD!" Mavis wailed, and bucked her cunt up into her sister's face.
The force of Mavis' fuck motion drove Louise's tongue far up inside her pussy. "like that, baby? Is it good?"
"Oh shit, yes, don't stop. SUCK! EAT! LICK!"
Louise began sucking and eating the torrid interior of Mavis' pussy. Juice from the soppy cunt stained her cheeks and ran in streams from her chin. Her tongue lapped at the fat lips, then pierced into the hot flesh, making repeated jabs. Mavis squirmed with each advance, sighing and moaning, her hands entwining in Louise's hair.
She grasped the blonde head between her thighs, nearly smothering her, spreading wide and arching her back, pushing Louise's head further and further, until her entire face was buried. Louise's tongue flicked from ass hole to cunt and back again, the mixture of juice and saliva saturating her face and Mavis' ass and thighs.
"Faster, honey, faster! I want to come!" Mavis shrieked.
Louise's tongue found the clit and attacked it, her lips sucking it in between her teeth. Mavis thrust her hips wildly, her ass bouncing up and down on the bed. Sticky cream ran from her hot hole, and her whole body was tingling with ecstasy.
Louise felt her sister's body tense, then a spurt of honeyed nectar shot from her hole. She was on the brink of orgasm.
"Ohhhhhh! Don't stop!" Mavis begged.
"Roll over, baby," Louise commanded, her breath coming in great gasps.
Mavis did so immediately, feeling Louise's hands kneading and caressing her ass, then a tongue slipping once again into her slippery cunt hole. She arched her back, raising her ass as high as she possibly could. Louise was on her knees, her face buried in her sister's hole from behind. Her hands worked frantically massaging the cheeks of her ass while her mouth engulfed the throbbing, aching crevice.
Mavis pumped back and forth, her head thrashing from side to side, her hands squeezing and kneading her own breasts. She felt her orgasm coming to a head and she pushed back as far as possible. Louise lanced her tongue in as far as it would go. Mavis shook as her juice oozed through her cunt, Louise's tongue still working frantically on the clit and lips. She held Mavis' ass tightly as she bucked and jerked, her climax coming in wave after torrential wave.
As Mavis' orgasm gradually subsided, Louise lapped the musky juice from her ass and thighs, kissing and biting tenderly. "Aaahhh ... aahhh," Mavis sighed, lowering her rear and stretching out straight. Louise straddled her ass and began rubbing her back, massaging her shoulders and the back of her neck.
"Did that feel good, honey?" Louise asked.
"Oh, Louise, you don't know how good," she replied with a sigh of satisfaction.
"Why don't you show me?" Louise laughed.
"Do you mean what I think you mean?"
"You better believe it," Louise said, and started tearing at her clothes.
When she was as naked as Mavis, Louise straddled her sister's chest; her ass cheeks softly folded over her sister's huge melons. She arched her back slightly and slid forward until her blonde cunt hairs were tickling Mavis' chin.
She rubbed and massaged her own tits as Mavis' hands slid along her sticky inner thighs until the fingertips reached the blonde bush.
"Do you want to?" Louise asked gently, looking down at her sister's face between her own spread thighs.
"Yes," Mavis answered, glassy-eyed, as she stared into the gooey cavern of her sister's cunt. "More than anything, I want to."
"Then do it, big sister. Spread the lips of my pussy and eat me! Tongue-fuck me to a come!"
Mavis's hands massaged at Louise's inner thighs, her thumbs rubbing up and down the length of her blonde cunt. Louise leaned her head back and rotated her hips, moving in the opposite motion of Mavis' thumbs.
She inserted her thumbs into the slit and began separating the inner walls, feeling the lubricating juice begin to ooze. Louise moved forward until her ass was resting above Mavis' tits, then she ground down while rotating in circular motions. Mavis' tongue speared out and traced the fat, swollen lips of her sister's waiting cunt, while her hands moved to the rear to get a grip on her fleshy ass.
She pulled Louise closer, until she was nearly sitting on her face, then shoved her tongue in as far as it would go.
"AAagghhhh!" Louise cried. "Yes, yes ... lick everything, honey! Everything!"
She thrust her hips back and forth, the friction of tongue and clit becoming intense. Mavis' tongue probed into the depths of the inflamed, slick hole and lapped at the walls of her pulsating cunt. Louise mumbled as she rode Mavis' tongue, in and out, up and down.
Mavis was so engrossed, she began pumping her own hips up and down with each of her thrusts. Louise reached back with one hand and inserted her middle finger between her sister's legs. Her finger went in with a slurp and Mavis moaned with approval. Her mouth held fast to the rapid movements of Louise's pussy. Both girls worked frantically at satisfying each other's pleasures.
"I ... I'm going to come, baby! Ohhhhh ... ahhhhhh!" Louise moaned, writhing wildly atop Mavis' face.
She spun sideways, stuffing her pelvis in her sister's face while Mavis grabbed her ass and pulled her cunt into her mouth hard. She ate like a wild animal while she squeezed and rubbed the cheeks of Louise's ass. She could feel her own orgasm beginning to develop.
"Oh, baby, baby ... soooo good. Ahhhhhh ... ooohhhh!" Louise groaned and arched while Mavis ate her cunt hungrily. She arched her back and her legs held Mavis' head tightly, her cum gushing from her hole, dripping down Mavis' chin and all over her hands as well as her own ass. Her thick juice oozed from her fiery cavern and poured into Mavis' panting mouth.
The thrill of bringing her sister off triggered Mavis' own orgasm, and juice poured from her hole to puddle on the bed beneath her ass. Spasms ran through their bodies as they rode their mutual climaxes together. Mavis squeezed the cheeks of Louise's ass as she sucked hungrily at her juicy nectar, her tongue lapping at the sticky syrup as it ran from the slit. Louise was almost dazed, her hips thrusting their final movements as Mavis swallowed her musky oils.
Then they both rolled on their backs and laid their heads in each other's crotch, staring blissfully at one another.
"Hey, I've got a suggestion," Mavis said, gently combing her fingers through her sister's blonde cunt fur.
"What?" Louise said, smiling in the aftermath of a beautiful come.
"Well, the house is so damn big. . . and your apartment is so damn little..."
Louise sat up. "Are you suggesting that I move in with you, honey?"
"That's exactly what I'm suggesting."
"I'll want to have orgies all over the living room floor," Louise smiled.
"Me, too!"
"I'll probably fuck all your boy friends."
"We'll fuck 'em together," Mavis laughed. "And when there's no one else around and I'm bored, I'll probably want to eat your pussy---
"I'd think you didn't like me if you didn't want to," Mavis replied, and paused, a serious frown crossing her brow. "How about it?"
Louise leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips. "I think it's a marvelous idea."
CHAPTER NINE
The following morning, they left the ranch and returned home. It took nearly a week for the two women to get everything moved from the apartment to the house. And all during that time, they made plans for enlarging the house, putting in a pool, and having parties-lots of parties.
They had just finished packing the last of the boxes in Louise's apartment and popped the cork on a bottle of champagne to toast their new lives, when Philo walked in.
"Hey, what the hell's going on?" he said, looking around at the bare apartment.
"Simple," Louise said. "I'm moving."
"Where?"
"In with Mavis."
"How about that shit. I go out of town for a few days, and when I come back the best piece of ass I ever had splits!"
"Oh, honey," Mavis said, moving to him and rubbing her tits against his chest, "Louise will still see you ... and I will, too. We can always use a big, strong man like you!"
"Sure we can," Louise chimed in. "As a matter-of-fact, right now we need a strong back and a strong cock; in that order."
"Now, why don't you take those boxes down to the car and then come on back and have a little champagne?" Mavis added.
The door had barely closed behind Philo when Mavis turned to her sister with a giggle. "Well, which one first? You or me?"
"You," Louise replied. "You gave him such a hard time the last time you fucked him, it will be fun to see you rape him now and blow his mind!"
"Wonderful!"
"Go on into the bedroom, and when he comes back up I'll send him in."
"But there's no bed."
"There's no bed out here, either, silly," Louise laughed. "What's the matter, haven't you ever fucked on the floor before?"
With another laugh, Mavis skipped off to the bedroom.
Ten minutes later, Phil returned, panting. Once inside the room, he headed straight for Louise. "Oh, baby, have I missed you!"
"Hold it, lover."
"What's wrong?"
"The champagne's in there," she said, pointing to the bedroom. "I don't get it."
"Mavis."
"Oh shit," he growled. "C'mon, honey. Hell, your sister's all right, I guess, but I want you. God, I got a hard-on just thinking about your tits and pussy!"
"In there, Philo."
"Lou, I don't want her, I want you. I don't feel like fighting for it right now!"
"In there, Philo," Louise repeated. "In there ... or you don't get any at all."
"You really mean it, don't you?"
"Yep."
"Shit," he said, but he moved off toward the bedroom.
"C'mon in, lover," Mavis called as he paused in the doorway.
Philo gasped when he saw her standing in the center of the room, dressed only in sheer panties and a half-bra that lifted her huge tits to perfection.
"Jesus," he gasped, gazing at her gorgeous form.
Mavis reached behind her and unhooked the bra. With a shake of her shoulders, it fell away to reveal the creamy perfection of her gigantic breasts.
"like my tits, Philo?"
"Yeah ... yes, I do," he said, his voice a bit shaky.
"Go ahead and feel 'em, honey," she cooed. She moved closer, her round breasts only inches away from him. He put his hands to them and felt the soft flesh. He cupped them in his hands and mashed gently. She smiled and touched his face.
"I like you, Philo," she said, her voice reassuring. "You're such a big guy, and so handsome."
"Uh ... thank you," he murmured, his breath irregular.
She unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. She moved close and pressed her tits against his naked chest. "Ummmm, how muscular you are," she purred, her hands stroking up and down his arms. She pulled him to her and put her mouth hotly against his.
He felt her warm breath waft into his mouth and he put his arms around her, pressing his lips harder against hers. She let her tongue trace the outline of his lips and snake gently into his mouth, touching his tongue. As they kissed, she felt the growing bulge at his crotch press against her. She moved against him, pushing her body against it.
His hands moved down her back to the luscious twin cheeks of her ass and took one in each hand, massaging the firm flesh.
"Wow," he growled deep in his throat.
"What's the matter, baby?" Mavis cooed into his ear.
"Nothing," he gasped. "Except, you don't act like the same woman as the last time."
"I'm not, honey," she said. "Oh, no. I'm a far cry from the woman you fucked just a week or so ago."
"I believe it," Philo gasped as she lewdly rubbed his cock bulge with her scantily clad cuntal mound.
His blood felt like liquid fire and it was racing wildly through his veins. His cock was so hard it ached and strained at the fabric of his pants. Mavis was driving him crazy with the way she was kissing him and pushing her soft body against his hard-on.
Then she pulled her mouth from his and stepped back. "Pull off my panties."
Her eyes held his with a smoldering, inviting look. He put his hands to the sides of her panties and slid them down her luscious, full hips. She stepped out of them and kicked them aside. He swallowed hard when he saw her beautiful pussy.
"Sit down," she commanded.
Philo slid down her body to his knees and then let his ass hit the floor. "like this?"
"Yeah, baby," Mavis replied. "Just like that!"
She held his head between her hands, spread her thighs, and slowly edged her pussy towards his face. As his nose and lips touched her soft pubic fur, Mavis began gyrating her hips. Then she arched her back and thrust her cunt forward. The ridge of his nose hit her cunt lips, separating them, and came to rest against her clit. His tongue automatically came out and shot up her cunt hole.
"Yeah, that's it, baby. Lick Mavis' pussy a little before I finish turning you on."
Philo was gasping for air, but her pussy was so juicy and good that he would lick her forever if she asked him to.
But Mavis had further plans. She rubbed her cunt all over his face until it gleamed with her juice; then she started sliding down his body.
"I want to sit on your lap, lover."
"Jesus, wait'll I get my pants off!"
"Not yet. I want you good and hard first."
"I'm hard. Christ, I'm so hard it hurts!"
"I want to see for myself."
She lowered her big body until her soft ass nestled against his hard cock. She could feel it throbbing beneath her. She started kissing him again and wiggling slightly. His right hand went for her crotch and began stroking the silky fur. She spread her legs wider and moaned as he stroked the lips of her cunt. His finger quickly became saturated with the sticky juice running from between the lips, and he groaned at the feel of it, kissing her more passionately. He worked his finger into the hot, moist opening and his whole body tingled. It was hotter and juicier than he had ever imagined it would be.
"Now get naked, Philo, honey, and we'll stir up some action between your cock and my pussy!"
She stood up so that he could take off his pants. He quickly unfastened his belt, unzipped, and worked them down. Throwing them aside, Mavis could see the big, straining bulge in his shorts. He gripped the sides of them and pulled them down. His hard, pulsating cock sprang out and stood up, throbbing and jerking.
At the edge of the door, but seen only by Mavis, Louise stood with her hand down the front of her own shorts. The hand was moving the material around as she gently finger-fucked herself while watching the seduction scene played out by Philo and her sister.
When Philo was again sitting on the floor, Mavis returned to his lap, facing him, with her big tits tickling the hair on his chest and the folds of her cunt curled around the underside of his cock.
She reached between them and closed her fingers around the part of the shaft and the head that protruded up between their bellies. He gasped as she squeezed his prick.
"Ohhh, it's sooo big," Mavis purred. "I don't remember it being so big when you stuck it in me before, baby!"
"It ... wasn't ... as hard ... then," he panted. "You were fightin' me."
"I'm not fighting now, am I, baby?" Mavis cooed, leaning forward and mashing her gigantic breasts across his chest.
"N ... no," he gasped, wanting to pound it in her, but enjoying, masochistically, the way she was teasing him.
Mavis let her hand slide down to its thick base. She could barely reach around it. She let her fingers play in the thick growth of pubic hair circling it. His hands returned to her tits, kneading and fondling them. She moved her hand up and down the shaft of his hot meat a few more times, then said, "Let's put it in me now, baby. I want it in my pussy!" She was so hot she was trembling.
"Yeah, yeah, let's do it now!" Philo croaked.
She rolled off his lap and landed on her back. Both hands found their way to the back of her knees and pulled until her legs were stretched far back. The kneecaps were nearly pushing against her tits. The position lifted her ass cheeks slightly off the carpet and, when she opened her legs slightly, her cunt spread wide open.
The sight was electric for Philo, and also for Louise, standing directly behind him. The blonde licked her lips at the sight of her sister's gaping pussy, and if Philo hadn't crawled forward to cover Mavis' body, Louise herself would have vaulted over his shoulders and dived into Mavis' lusty muff.
"Play with me and fuck me, Philo," Mavis groaned, all pretense at teasing gone now in her need for cock.
She released her legs and opened her arms to him as he crawled eagerly on top of her. He pressed his hot body against hers, capturing his rigid prick between them. He slithered around on her, loving the delicious feel of his hot flesh on hers. Her tits pressed against his chest as he kissed her passionately and ran his tongue deep in her mouth.
Mavis put her legs around him and rocked her body beneath him. She pushed her hips upward until the hard shaft of his cock pressed against her stomach and she could feel his hot balls against her cunt and ass.
She was so hot, her pussy was steaming with juice. He felt it drench his balls and run down the sac. He raised himself up and took his erect cock in his right hand and led it to her hungry cunt. She helped him guide it, and rubbed the head of it in the slick, lubricating juice.
"Now, honey," he growled.
"Yes, yes, Philo, now! Pour that beautiful hunk of meat into my belly!"
She took his cock in both her hands and wedged it between her clasping cunt lips. "Now, baby ... shove it home!"
A moan of pure ecstasy escaped Philo's lips as the head went in the unbelievably hot, slippery hole. He pushed and pushed until it was all the way in the fiery, delicious sheath of her pussy. It was heavenly, beautiful. He tingled all over with pleasure, lost in her, drowning in her. His hands were all over her and he wished he had two more.
He kissed her in great sucking, tongue-licking kisses while his prick jerked in her of its own accord.
He began to fuck slowly, pushing his throbbing cock in long, slow strokes. With every stroke it felt better and better. He could feel the slick walls of her cunt caress tightly around him. He heard the beautiful sound of fucking fill the room as he pushed his meat in and out, slowly increasing speed. He heard his own breathing and sighs of joy coming from his lips and the moans Mavis was making beneath him. Every nerve in his body was alive with electricity, and he was oblivious to all else but the joy of fucking.
He drove it faster and faster, his body alive with the joy of a good fuck. "Jesus," he gasped, "you are different, Mavis. You're wild!"
"like it, honey?"
"I love it!"
"Then fuck me, you bastard. Fuck the come right out of me! FUCK MEEEE!"
He pounded until all at once all the forces of his body concentrated to the area between his legs, and he felt his balls tingle, his prick rearing up and the tube on the underside of hs cock fill with juice.
"I'm coming!" he shouted, fucking wildly.
Mavis felt the hot, slippery meat swell in her and felt his whole body tense. She pushed her pussy up to meet his driving thrusts and the walls of her cunt squeezed tightly as her own orgasm began.
"Me, too! I'm coming, too!" she cried, riding him like a wild animal.
Philo gave an extra deep lunge and felt his load blast from the depths of his balls and shoot into her, spurting and gushing against the walls of her cunt. She writhed and moaned beneath him, abandoning herself to the bliss of their coming together.
He felt his cream pouring from the head of his prick while her cunt sucked hungrily on it, sending him into a frenzy.
Slowly his orgasm subsided and his legs felt weak and rubbery. He sprawled on top of her, happy and pleasantly exhausted.
At the door, Louise moaned loudly. Mavis looked at her over Philo's shoulder. "Damn, that was a beautiful fuck," Louise exclaimed. "I never saw two people get it on more!"
"Now let's all three play," Mavis squealed.
"Oh, my God," Phil gasped.
Louise peeled off her halter and her shorts. Then came the panties. She threw them in Philo's lap and the feel of the silky material against his cock made it start up again.
"Am I as good as my sister?" Louise said, standing straddle-legged in front of him, her juicy pussy only inches from his face.
Drool oozed from the corners of Philo's lips as he looked up and down Louise's body. He gaped at her proud tits, firm and pointy. They were capped by huge, erect nipples. His eyes moved down over her firm belly to the abundance of curly hair between her legs. He continued the journey downward, over her shapely legs, and she turned around for him to feast his eyes on her delightful ass.
She moved closer, and her bush and pink slit made him groan in anticipation. As he stared at her gorgeous, nude body, his hand stole downward. He clasped his cock and found it just as hard as it had been seconds earlier when he had fucked Mavis.
"You're like twins," he smiled. "How could a man be so lucky?"
The two widows exchanged long, knowing looks. Then suddenly they both threw their heads back and laughed.
"Philo, honey," Mavis said, when she finally got her breath back, "from now on, a lot of men are going to be so lucky!"
