It has been said that every person has some dark passion within his soul-some hidden secret, desire or whim that may never surface to be seen by even the closest confidante. Such a secret can be evil or sinister, or it may be trivial and trite.
In America, such dark passions are easily submerged by the complexities of modern everyday life. But sometimes these passions are exposed, and another scandal hits the headlines.
FAMILY LOVE is a dramatic representation of a family who dares to let its, most base desires come to the fore. Father, daughter, and mother are all swept into an illicit web of lust, from which none of them seem willing or able to escape. They are some of the few in our society who are willing to accept the consequences for allowing themselves to be completely liberated.
FAMILY LOVE-the startling story of a family who dares to let it all hang out.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Margie Cartwright arrived flushed with excitement at her lover's apartment building. She hadn't seen him in three days and she was eager. She was horny. Her husband had fucked her that morning and it had been nice, but, although she'd had an orgasm, it had not relieved her of the lust that she felt for her new lover. It had made her all the more eager to get into bed with the man, in fact. She had a psychological need for sex, as well as a strong physical drive.
Her lover's name was Raymond.
He was not the first lover she had had since her marriage. Far from it. Margie had been married for fifteen years and had committed adultery a dozen times. Whenever she began a new affair, she was passionate and romantic and supposed herself to be in love. Those emotions seldom lasted more than a few months, after which she tired of her lover, lost interest and, eventually, went back to her husband with renewed affection.
Her husband, Dan, knew about some of her affairs.
She had been more discreet about others.
But he loved her and tolerated her promiscuity, knowing that she would come back to him eventually and hoping that each affair would be the last. It hurt him that she fucked other men-but it also made him horny, thinking about it. And, even when she was in the midst of a torrid love affair, she never denied Dan his marital rights.
Dan didn't know about Raymond yet.
But he suspected that she was embarking on another affair because of her happy, cheerful attitude, her vigor in bed and the fact that his supper had been late six times in the last two weeks.
Margie was thirty-five and gorgeous.
She had a mane of thick auburn hair, hazel eyes and a wide, sensual mouth. Her body was superb. Her tits were big, her hips were wide and her waist was narrow. She had a well packed ass shaped like an inverted valentine. Her thighs were smooth and shapely, her calves nicely tapered. She had a juicy cunt.
As she rode the elevator up to Raymond's apartment, she was bubbling with expectation. Alone in the elevator, she pressed her hand against her cunt, as if to hold on the hot lust that was steaming between her legs. She smiled with dreamy anticipation-and hoped that Raymond was in as horny a mood as she was.
Raymond was a magnificent lover.
He was tall and handsome, lean and fit, well dressed and glib in conversation but, most importantly, he had a huge prick.
That was what Margie loved.
She was cock-eyed and cock-conscious.
The sight of a well-packed male crotch could cause her to cream her panties on the spot. Even the thought of a rampant cock often made her cream, without so much as a touch of the hand. She often fantasized about foot-long dongs-and plenty of them. Her husband had a huge pecker, himself, that was the main reason that she had married him. She wasn't sure which man had the bigger cock, Dan or Raymond-but Raymond's cock was new, that was the big difference, and she couldn't get enough of it.
In time, she expected that she would have had enough of Raymond's trick, and go home to her husband and daughter, Debby, and be a good wife and mother-until she met another man with a massive hunk of prick.
Margie had met Raymond in a cocktail lounge.
She hadn't been out looking to get picked up. She had stopped for an innocent drink after shopping, and when he had come over to her table she had been, at first, inclined to resist his advances.
Then she had noticed how the front of his well-tailored slacks bulged. And that had been that.
He had bought her three cocktails and then suggested that they go back to his luxury apartment.
She had smiled and said, "You think that I'm going to let you fuck me, don't you?" He had blinked at such directness.
"Guess what?" she'd said. "What?"
"I am," she told him.
And, of course, she did. She also sucked his cock and sat on his face and that first afternoon together had been a satisfying occasion. She had gone to his place every second or third day after that, and the sex was still as vigorous and enjoyable as it had been the first time.
She hoped it would be the same today.
Raymond lived on the top floor.
Margie rubbed her cunt on the ride up and by the time the elevator hissed to a halt, she had almost brought herself to an orgasm. The door opened. She was leaning against the wall, her hand cupped over her crotch.
A man and a woman waited to get in.
They gasped when they saw her.
Margie blushed. But only slightly. She was not a woman who had many inhibitions.
She smiled at them and walked out of the elevator. They turned, watching her go down the corridor, her lush hips swaying far more than necessary. They shrugged and got in the elevator.
Margie went down to Raymond's apartment.
Raymond was, wearing a velvet smoking jacket when he opened the door. He had crisp, dark hair and a smile that flashed lots of even, white enamel.
He held the door open and Margie walked in, feeling very much at home in his apartment.
"Want a drink?" he asked.
"Later," she said.
"Later, when?" he said, grinning-because he knew exactly what she had in mind.
"After you fuck my ass off," said the unfaithful and adulterous woman.
Raymond's eyebrows lifted.
So did his prick.
It was just as if his eyebrows and his cock were somehow linked so that when one went up it levered the other, as well. And Margie's eyes automatically went down while her lips turned up in a lascivious smile as she stared at the growing lump in his trousers.
His massive cock was threatening to rip right through his pants-and she hadn't even touched it yet!
Once again she thought that this was truly a splendid love affair and one that was going to last longer than most of them-the duration of an affair being in direct proportion to the length of the prick involved.
Raymond, still grinning, gave a little shrug and said, "I can think of no reason why not."
Margie took a step backwards.
He thought she was, merely getting a new perspective on his crotch, at first, but then he realized that she was giving him the new perspective.
She lifted her skirt slowly above her hips.
Margie was not wearing any panties.
Her cunt hair was the same rich auburn color as her hair, a wide and bushy wedge at the apex of her smooth thighs. She dipped slightly at the knees and pushed her belly out so that Raymond could see between her legs. Her cunt was wide open and sopping wet. The pink lips had unfurled and the creamy slot was a veritable pool in the forest of her pussy. Her clit was stiff and vibrant.
Raymond's cock stiffened so greatly that it began to hurt.
"I came prepared," she said.
She dipped a hand into her crotch, cupping her hot pussy for a moment and then running her fingertips across her tingling clit.
The gorgeous and oversexed woman gave a link shudder as she stimulated herself.
Her cunt felt incandescent, combustible, an inferno that threatened to erupt into fiery destruction. Cunt juice poured down the smooth inner slopes of her thighs. Her pussy was steaming with lust. And the sight of that twat was causing Raymond's huge cock to hammer and pound away with furious impatience.
He reached to his fly.
"No-let me," Margie said.
She dropped her dress and moved to him. She slowly sank to her knees, staring all the while at his throbbing crotch and smiling with glorious expectations.
Raymond looked toward the bedroom door.
But he realized that Margie was too hot and ready for prick to delay even long enough to move to the bed. She had begun to open his fly, slowly, enjoying the act and lingering over it. She was opening his fly just as if she might have been unveiling a statue.
And his cock was like a statue, too.
It was a pillar of granite, a rock-hard tower, a monument to sexual splendor. It was a Cleopatra's Needle of a cock, an Empire State Building of a prick, an Eiffel Tower of erotic magnificence. As she drew his zipper down, it pushed out through the opening, still encased in his white shorts and dragging them out with it so that it was like the white ghost of a cock-but not the ghost of a dead cock, for it was vibrant with life as it rattled the chains of urgency.
Margie opened his belt.
His pants parted wide and his prick dragged the elastic band of his underwear out from his flat belly. She sat back on her heels and gazed at him for a moment.
She licked her lips.
Raymond groaned.
Margie reached out and cupped the balls in her palm, lifting slightly, as if to judge the weight of the creamy load they contained. She licked her lips again, as if judging how that load might taste, as well.
She pulled his underpants out and down, revealing his prick in all its naked splendor. She tucked the elastic under his balls so that all of his tackle was exposed. Again she sat back and looked at him, savoring the sight of that huge cock that she would soon enjoy. Raymond pushed his hips out.
His cock thrust at her like a meaty sword and then rose over her face like a bludgeon.
Her pink tongue slid, across her lips.
"Shall I suck it?" she asked.
Raymond grunted an affirmative, wordless but definite, as if his vocal cords were as tight as his prick.
Margie tilted her head to the side. She looked thoughtful, as if she were wondering if she should suck on that big dick or not, as if contemplating what it would feel like in her mouth and what it would taste like on her tongue. But she already knew that, for she had given him head many times, usually as a prelude to fucking but sometimes as an end in itself, milking him dry and gulping the thick juice down with relish. She was merely teasing him now as she thought about it-and teasing herself, as well, for her mouth was fairly watering for a taste of that meat.
Raymond got his vocal cords working.
"Yes-suck it," he growled.
"Well-maybe," she said.
She leaned closer and folded her fist around the large stalk. She pulled it slowly up and down.
The foreskin folded against the ledge of the knob, then dragged back so that the head flared out, purple and throbbing.
"It does look awfully tasty," she sighed.
"You know damn well what it tastes like," he said.
"Ummm-that's why I'm hungry for it."
Her tongue pushed out, not quite touching him, fluttering just under his pounding knob.
"Drooling for it," she added.
A dreamy expression had come over her face now as she contemplated that meaty feast.
She had decided to suck him off. When she had first arrived she had intended to get fucked right away, but the sight of his massive cock had made her so ravenous that she changed her mind. She knew from delicious experience that Raymond was good for more than one climax and that she could get all the fucking she wanted after she had gobbled a mouthful. It was a situation that suited her very nicely, for Margie loved sucking cocks almost as much as she loved getting screwed, and a man who was good for only one orgasm would not have suited her at all.
She gave him an innocent and demure look-but the glow in her hazel eyes gave the lie to that expression.
"Will you come in my mouth?" she asked, as if she were begging him for a favor.
"Yes," he rasped.
"Oooooh! Will you fill my mouth with a load of hot, thick jism?"
Raymond's cock nodded in response.
"I want to swallow it all," she whispered. "I want to let it pour down my throat and milk your sweet prick dry and empty your balls."
Raymond groaned and staggered, dazed by the rush of blood into his prick. The head of his cock swelled and flared and the thick vein pulsed up the underside of the shaft, while his hairy balls expanded like balloons. He was so hot that he was afraid he might shoot before she had her mouth on him, blowing a creamy geyser into her face from a distance. But Margie was an expert judge of such things, and she was not about to waste his wad.
She touched the tip of her tongue against the underside of his cockhead.
She fluttered it there.
His peckerhead flared like a hooded cobra ready to strike as she lightly licked at the fiery point where the fat vein spread out into the knob.
Dipping lower, she curled her tongue around his balls, feeling the hard nuts shift inside the hairy bag and thinking of the lovely jism that they held for her. Then she began to lap up his shaft, her tongue moving all the way from root to head with delicious concentration.
The cleft in his knob gaped wide open and a trickle of preliminary cum seeped out. The slippery stuff slid sluggishly down his cockhead.
"Ooooh!" Margie gasped, when she saw that quick silvery flow sliding down.
She gathered it up with her tongue and moved her head back for a moment, as she let the delicious stuff slip around on her taste buds.
Then she swallowed it down, sighing happily.
Raymond was gritting his teeth.
"I can't hold it much longer," he rasped.
But Margie didn't want him to hold it much longer, for she was more than ready for that hot load. She rose up and her lips kissed the tip of his cock lightly, then parted and slowly pushed down as she fed that sweet prick into her face through her slurping lips.
She took the head into her mouth and paused, sucking on the fat lump, enjoying the meat course before she proceeded to milk out the succulent, creamy dessert. Margie gave the best head that Raymond had ever had, and he figured it would be impossible for anyone to do it better. She had a varied technique, changing her style from time to time. Sometimes she would jerk him off into her mouth, sucking on the head while her hand glided up and down the stalk. Other times she would not use her hands at all, but bob her head up and down the full length of his stalk, taking his knob right into her throat. And at still other times, she would use only her tongue, licking at his cockhead until it creamed and then lapping that cream up. Raymond never knew which style she would use at any given time, nor did he care-for he had never decided which gave him the greatest thrill.
Today, she used her mouth alone.
She didn't touch his cock with her hands.
She cupped his balls in one hand and slid the other around to finger his ass-hole, while her mouth began to pull up and down on his cock, descending lower with each stroke until she was taking all of that long shaft into her head.
She worked slowly and rhythmically, eager for his orgasm but not wanting to rush it because she enjoyed the lingering process.
Her lips were tightly compressed in a collar around his rod, pushing down until they reached his bloated balls and her nose nestled in his wiry pubic hair, then dragging up until only his cockhead was in her mouth. Her tongue fluttered back and forth against the underside of his knob and stalk. Her lips sucked and her cheeks hollowed in as she dragged up his cock with attentive adoration.
Raymond's hips thrust, corkscrewing into her face, fucking her in the mouth. He placed his hands behind her head, holding her steady on his cock but not attempting to guide her movements-letting the cock-hungry girl set the pace.
Her head went up and down as if she were bobbing for apples in a barrel, and her tongue curled around like a serpent as it slipped all around his knob and stalk. His cockhead lodged in her throat, then flared in her lips. He was creaming steadily now, not with a full orgasm yet, but with a heavy flow that washed over her tongue and lubricated the action. That preliminary seepage acted as an appetizer and an aphrodisiac at the same time. Margie was drooling down his stalk and then, as her head went down, slurping up saliva and cum in a succulent sauce that excited her so much it made her drool even, more.
She felt his cockhead expand to the limit.
She knew he was ready to blow.
She pulled her lips up to the very tip of his prick and whispered into his cock as if it were a microphone.
"Come," she pleaded.
"Yes!"
"Feed me that sweet spunk."
"Now!" he yelled.
Her lips parted and her head pushed down and as his big cockhead pushed far back into her mouth, Raymond cried out in ecstasy.
His balls exploded.
The hot sap rushed up his shaft and burst into her mouth, hosing her throat and whitewashing her gullet. He came with such force that her head was driven back by the powerful jet of jism.
Margie's mouth was full of cum.
She gulped it down, to make room for more, and pushed her head back down as he blew a second tremendous geyser into her ravenous head. He poured a third dose into her-and then a fourth. The thick stuff came out endlessly and the cock-hungry, cum-starved woman gulped it all down with joy.
Drained, Raymond staggered.
Margie continued to suck away on his prick as she made certain that she had swallowed every precious drop, that not a single nugget of spunk remained in his cock or balls. Then she pulled her lips away and used her hot tongue to lick his cockhead glistening clean and to gather up a few stray drops that had run down onto his balls.
She sat back on her heels.
She gazed in adoration at that massive hunk of meat that had lust fed her such a delicious feast.
His cock was softened slightly. It was swaying around before his belly, but it had not begun to droop. Raymond was as she knew, a potent fellow.
Now she would get the fucking she craved.
CHAPTER TWO
They went into the bedroom.
They undressed quickly, looking at each other. Raymond's cock was still rampant, sticking out and up from his loins. Margie's cunt longed for that big rod to stuff her brimful. She had been fiery hot when she arrived-now that she had sucked him off and drunk his cum, she was even hotter. Her clit seemed to be as stiff as his prick as it pushed out from her soaking slot and her hole burned to be filled.
Margie finished undressing first, because she wore no underwear and had only to remove her dress and shoes. She lay down on the bed, waiting for Raymond to get naked. She devoured him with her eyes.
He came to the bed.
Margie spread her legs.
They had even more variation in their fucking routines than she used when she blew him. Sometimes they did it standing up, or kneeling face to face. Sometimes he threw a doggy fuck into her from the back as she knelt like a bitch, and at other times she would sit on his cock, going up and down like a fireman on a pole. But today she was in the mood for a good old-fashioned, missionary-style fuck. She was too hot and ready for cock to think about variations.
Raymond realized this.
He knelt beside her and she wrapped her hand around his prick, pumping it up end down to make sure it was as big and as hard as possible.
He bent over her, lowering his face to her tits, and began to suck on her nipples. He cupped her cunt in his hand and massaged it, then pushed his middle finger up her hole, but there was no need to stimulate her by hand, for she was as ready as a woman can get. Her pussy sucked on his finger as she worked her cunt muscles. He began to finger-fuck her with three fingers and rubbed his thumb over her pulsing clit as he did sp.
She was still hand-stroking his cock and it was as huge and hard as it had been before she had milked him off with her mouth, a rock hard bar of joy. She wanted it. But she knew he loved to suck on her tits and she waited, enjoying that tit sucking as a preliminary and willing her pussy to hold back so that she wouldn't come on his hand, saving that lovely thrill for the fucking.
She loved simultaneous orgasms.
She always tried to hold back until she felt a man spurt his jism into her cunt before she melted in the ecstasy of her own climax. And as long as she didn't come too quickly, it always worked. Cum was like a catalyst in her twat. The instant size felt the hot stuff pour into her, she reached the peak of sensation, herself.
It was a very handy talent, for such an oversexed woman to have and she appreciated it.
Raymond began to go down on her.
He kissed and licked down her belly.
Poised above her crotch, he gazed up at her with a questioning look.
"Shall I eat you out first?" he asked.
Margie knew that he was not merely offering to return the oral favor, because he always loved to suck cunt and did so with gusto. But as much as she enjoyed being sucked off, she wasn't in the mood for it now-she simply had to have a cuntful of prick first.
"No-fuck me now," she whispered.
Raymond grinned.
He dipped down and gave her wet cunt a solitary swipe of his nimble tongue, running up the slot and across the vibrant clit, causing her to tremble.
Then he mounted her.
Kneeling between her thighs, he lowered his cock into her crotch. She opened her legs around his. His prick needed no manual guidance from either of them. He knew from experience that his cock flew straight up her cunt like a guided missile.
He pushed his hips forwards.
His cockhead delved into her slot and he paused there for a moment, tightening his muscles so that the knob twitched in her pussy and against her clit. The heat from her hole washed over his balls like a blast furnace. Margie arched her back, lifting her crotch into the fucking elevation as she waited for him to pour the pork to her. Her face was contorted by lust now, eyes narrowed, lips slack. She turned her head from side to side on the pillow.
Her soft thighs clamped over his haunches, urging him to run his cock into her twat.
Raymond slowly fed, the meat to her.
He went in inch by inch, slow and steady, enjoying the increasing sensation as more and more of his prick was encased in slippery cunt, and letting her thrill to the feeling of being stuffed with prick deeper and deeper up her hot, creamy hole.
Margie twisted her hips from side to side with a screwing motion, threading her cunt onto his cock.
Then he was buried to the hilt.
His balls were jammed tight against her up tilted ass and every inch of his long, thick cock was bedded in her slot. Margie whimpered with the joy of being chock-a-block full of cockmeat, as he held that full penetration for a few moments, loving the feeling of having his prick completely buried. His weight rated on his hands and knees so that they touched only at the crucial spot where they were coupled-where his cock lay across her clit like a lever over a fulcrum, ready to pry the pleasure out of her loins like a crowbar.
Margie arched tightly under him.
"Fuck," she whispered.
Raymond held the penetration for another moment, while her cunt sucked on his cock just as if she had a secret mouth buried in her loins.
Then he began to fuck her with gusto.
He drew his prick out until only the head remained in her hole, paused, and then slipped the whole thing back in. Margie met him with counter pointal strokes, pushing her pussy down to meet and contain his thrusts and twisting her hips as he drew back out. They fell into the tempo easily, moving together at the pace of mutual preference.
Raymond put it to her with long, underslung strokes. Then he worked the variations. He corkscrewed in. He fed it to her with short, sharp jabs, followed by long, slow thrusts. He shifted his ass from side to side and poured the meat to her from different angles and then raised up so that he was, fucking at a descending angle, with his cock running full length across her burning clit as it went in and out.
Margie shuddered and whimpered with joy. Her wet belly slapped against his and she hooked her legs around him, her heels drumming on his ass and then locking behind his knees. She pulled him up her cunt with her thighs and she sucked him in with her pussy.
She was starting to go wild with passion.
But she held back her climax, waiting for Raymond to rise to the peak along with her.
Raymond was feeling the rising thrill, but it was coming slower than it would have if she had not so recently sucked a load from his balls. He wanted to make it last, to plunge into that sweet, tight, hot pussy for a long time before he hosed it down with his jism.
Her cunt was melting.
His cock was pulled out slathered with cunt juice and ribbons of cream were running down her crotch and soaking into the taut crack of her uplifted ass.
She began to thrash about, losing the rhythm as she fought to control her orgasm. Long, lateral waves of burning lust swept across her loins and met with pulsing pleasure that ran like an electric current up her thighs.
Raymond cupped his hands under her firm ass, steadying her, working her back into the tempo of his pounding hips and driving prick.
"I can't wait," she wailed.
He began to fuck into her faster and harder.
"Come! Come in me-come with me!" she whimpered. "Fill my cunt with cum!"
He was putting it to her so fast now that his cock was hissing up her hole and her cunt was sucking and dragging on him, almost pulling inside out as he withdrew.
"Now!" he cried.
Margie tensed.
He stabbed his prick in to the root and she felt his wonderful jism spurt out in the depths of her loins. The second she felt that hot load, she creamed, her cunt melting in the hot stream of his cum. He poured load after load into her, each spurt following so closely upon the one before that it seemed he was coming with a rope of jism. Margie responded with an equal deluge of cunt juice, the two slippery loads boiling together inside her cunt and pumping out as his great plunger pounded in, filling the hole. She cried out, she gasped, she wailed and moaned with the pure bliss of her climax, while he grunted and groaned hand howled with joy as his cock and balls emptied themselves into her.
Time was suspended.
Raymond felt that he was coming forever and Margie felt she would never stop creaming, that her whole body would melt and turn into cunt juice.
Then, at last, he was drained.
He held himself steady, his prick buried to the hilt, while the oversexed woman worked off the final spasms of her lust on that great shaft of pleasure.
Her hips slowed.
Her cunt sucked more gently.
Then she reined under him, a smile of utter contentment on her beautiful face-filled with joy just as she was filled with jism.
Raymond gently pulled his prick out from her twat. As it withdrew, a great deluge of cum and cunt juice poured out in its wake, soaking the bed under her ass. He lay down beside her. His cock, softened and diminished, but still not completely exhausted, lay along his belly in a big coil. Margie reached out and, took it in her hand. She began to stroke it gently and lazily.
It twitched.
Phallic wonder that it was, it began to get hard again, despite having been emptied twice.
"Greedy," he said.
"Oh, ever so greedy, darling. Do you think if I sucked it a little, it might get hard again?"
"I wouldn't be surprised," he said. She slid down the bed.
"Do you have to be home early?" he asked.
"No," said the unfaithful wife.
Her husband's dinner was going to be late again.
CHAPTER THREE
As much as Margie loved to suck on a huge, hard prick, she also loved to take a soft prick into her mouth so that she could feel it swell and harden as she worked on it. That was the case now and she was thrilled by the mouthful. She was sucking softly, in no haste now. They had both come and they could afford to linger over the preliminaries now.
"Does your husband know about us?" Raymond asked, as he slowly moved his hips in and out.
"No, no yet," she said, the words muffled around his cockhead, so that he felt them as well as heard them.
He looked thoughtful for a moment. Margie slipped her lips off his cockhead and went down to tongue his balls for awhile. Site was really enjoying this leisurely blow job. His cock tasted different now having been coated with cunt juice. It was more delicious than ever. She wondered, with a flash of dark desire, what it would be like to go to bed with another woman-to drink that tasty cunt juice all hot and bubbling right out of a pussy?
Someday she would have to try that. But it was a fleeting thought, for she had a big prick available now and was concentrating on it.
But Raymond was thinking of something else.
He said, "I was wondering-do you think you could go away with me for a week?"
Margie paused, her tongue flattened on his balls.
She had cheated on her husband many times, but she had never stayed away from home even overnight, let alone for a whole week.
"I don't know," she said, doubtfully.
"I thought we might go to one of the Florida Keys," he said. "We could just relax for a week, swim and sunbathe-and do a lot of fucking and sucking."
"Oh, what a wonderful idea," she said. She had never been to Florida. She would love to go, especially with this big-pricked and potent lover. She thought of fucking in the surf, like the scene in "From Here To Eternity" and she thought of sucking his cock in a tropical paradise and of having him eat her cunt beside a bubbling waterfall.
"I'd love to," she said.
She ran her tongue up his prick and across the knob with a fluttering stroke.
"But what would I tell Dan?"
"Well, you could make up a lie-or you could tell him the truth," said Raymond.
How could a girl pass up such an opportunity?
Margie was suddenly determined. She knew it might damage her marriage, but Dan had always been tolerant of her affairs and she supposed he would accept it.
"All right," she said.
"Good!" Raymond exclaimed.
He hadn't really expected her to agree and he was delighted. Fucking and sucking with Margie was so wonderful in these furtive afternoons that he knew it would be the best in the world if they were together all day and night. There were lots of perversions he wanted to introduce Margie to-but he didn't mention them to her at the moment.
The time would come.
And now it was time for some more serious sucking. He began to push his prick down her throat. Only semi-hard, it slipped down like a rotor rooter. She sucked on it with relish and it began to swell steadily.
Raymond felt he was being selfish.
He knew that Margie adored sucking his prick, but still-she had already give a him a blow job today. He said, "Why don't you turn around?"
"Ummmm?"
"I feel like tonguing some cunt, darling," he said. "Why don't we sixty-nine for awhile?"
Margie grinned happily.
What a good idea!
She got up on her hands and knees. His prick was still in her mouth and she didn't want to leave it even long enough to move into the position of inverted love, so she began to rotate around it, her ass and hips circling towards his head while her mouth turned on the socket of his cock. She lifted on knee and moved her leg across him, so that she was straddling his face.
He gazed up her cunt and licked his lips.
She lowered her crotch and he lifted his head to meet her, his tongue pushing out and stabbing up her hole. She shuddered at the initial contact. Then she began to work her sodden pussy around on his face while she gobbled his dick with contentment. That phallic delight was fully hard again now and she slid her mouth up and down on it while be licked along her cunt lips and across her clit and then began to tongue-fuck right up her steamy hole.
Fitting his lips to her cunt lips, he sucked the cream out of her as his tongue stabbed in.
Having that talented tongue stuffed up her twat made Margie so excited that her pussy lips parted wide and her open cunt was plastered over the lower half of his face like a suction cup. She squirmed about, mopping his face with her sexual sponge, soaking up saliva while cunt juice flooded down his tongue and into his mouth.
At the other end of this double coupling, Margie continued to slurp away on his prick with total absorption, deriving as much pleasure from the cockmeat in her mouth as she was from the tongue up her twat.
She rocked back and forth like a teeter-totter-and with all the joy of a child on that device. As her mouth pushed down on his dick, her ass rose up so that her pussy was lifted off his face and only contact with his extended tongue remained. Then her lips pulled up his prick and her juicy snatch clamped over him again.
A little jism dribbled onto her tongue.
It was only a hint of what was to come and it made the wanton woman wonder whether she preferred to swallow another load or to have her cunt pumped full of the lovely stuff. It was a hard decision. For one thing, her cunt was already getting plenty of attention from a skilled tongue and busy lips and she hated to pull it away from that treat long enough to switch the position. But that cock was so beautiful and so huge and hot and hard that in the end she decided that she would rather have it up her cunt, filling her to the brim, than to have a tongue, no matter how clever and talented the tongue was. She could always get head from a man with a small prick-with a man endowed as Raymond was, nice as his mouth was, she intended to specialize in fucking.
She pulled her belly up, taut ass tightening.
Raymond, deprived of that tasty snatch, lifted his head, up after her, his tongue flying wildly up and down as he got in a few last licks.
He groaned in disappointment as the creamy slot moved out of reach, for he had been truly enjoying eating her out and had been looking forward to the electric moment when he sucked her to climax.
But he wasn't to be disappointed, for her mouth was still dragging and pulling on his prick and he knew that, one way or the other, he was soon going to pour a thick load of spunk into her body.
As reluctant as Margie had been to remove her crotch from his face, she was equally reluctant to stop sucking on his pecker. She kept bobbing up and down on it while her ass and hips swiveled around through a semi-circle, so that she was straddling his thighs. Poised there, she gave his sweet cock a few last, loving sucks and slurps, then she lifted her face up.
Her lips glistened with jism.
She ran her tongue across, gathering the savory oil onto her taste buds and letting it slide around in her mouth while she smiled up at Raymond.
Momentarily abandoned, his cock was pounding away like a jackhammer. The big, purple knob was throbbing and the whole shaft was vibrating like a tuning fork. It was so taut that it would have twanged like a guitar, had she flicked a finger across it. Pointed straight up, it was like a rocket all set to blast into space.
And Margie knew just what space it was going to blast up into.
She shifted up and fitted his cockhead to her steaming snatch.
She poised there for a moment, working the head of his prick around in her slot as if it were a big spoon used to stir cream, churning and throbbing at the entrance to her burning pussy.
Then she slowly pushed down, taking all of that long prick into her cunt. She shuddered with the delicious feeling of once again being stuffed full of prick and Raymond gave a little gasp of delight as he felt every inch of his meat being massaged by her clutching cunt.
Her cunt lips spread open against his crotch and she held herself jammed tight to him as she squirmed around, her hips rotating, revolving her hole around his cock like a nut around a screw. For a moment she thought about coming that way, using just torque rather than going up and down. But it was so natural to fuck in the other way that, even as she considered this twisting variation, she started to rise and fall on his rod.
Raymond met her stroke for stroke.
He fucked up into her as she descended, driving his ass up from the bed with savage jolts. His prick steamed into her like a train into a tunnel. Her pliable pussy molded itself to him, clamped tight along every bit of the contour of his cock, so that the slippery friction was constant as he plowed in and then pulled out.
He reached up and grasped her tits as those ripe globes swayed above him.
She reached down behind her churning ass and got a handful of bloated balls, squeezing gently, as if to force the jism from him by the pressure.
He howled in ecstasy.
His prick hosed her with a solid spurt of cum, a jet so powerful that her ass was tilted on the stream. Margie rose on trembling thighs and then, as she creamed herself, pushed all the way down on his prick and felt his hot cum spurt into her.
They racked together in shared bliss as they worked off their mutual thrill to the end. Finally Raymond lay still under her. Margie squirmed about a bit more, just to make sure that every bit of cunt juice had been milked from her melted pussy and all his jism sucked from his cock.
Then she leaned down and kissed him lovingly.
She could taste her cunt juice on his lips.
Her own lips, she knew must taste of jism. The idea excited her and, oversexed girl that she was, she was already wondering what they should do next by way of making each other come.
But Raymond, potent as he was, was finished for the time being. His cock was still stuck up her snatch, but it was rapidly diminishing in and softening in consistency, while his balls were like deflated balloons.
Margie knew he would be ready for more after he had rested for awhile. She moved away from him, pulling her pussy off his now limp prick. That big tool-big even when it was soft-stood upright for an instant, then toppled over, the knob whacking heavily against his belly.
She snuggled up beside him.
She cupped her hand over his cock, just to make sure she would know when it began to show the first signs of returning vitality-so that a little carefully applied suction would bring it back to readiness. She cupped her other hand over her cunt, keeping it warm.
She remembered about the vacation in Florida.
"When did you want to go, darling?" she asked.
"Tomorrow," he said.
That surprised her.
"So soon?"
"Why wait?"
"Well ... " she said, doubtfully. Now that she had come again, she was having a few reservations about the idea. She did love her husband. Her promiscuity was part of her nature and not to be denied, but that did not mean that she didn't love Dan more than she did her various lovers and she didn't want to hurt him or risk losing him.
Raymond was eyeing her.
"I hope you haven't changed your mind," he said.
"No, but ... well, it's all so sudden."
"That's because I'm so eager to get you all to myself for a week," he said. He knew how to please a woman. "It will be so wonderful when we can sleep together all night, instead of just in the afternoons-when we can wake up together-when I can wake up first and gently wake you with my tongue or you can start sucking my prick while I'm asleep-and we will be together all day so that we can rush back to the hotel and fuck whenever we feel like it-and suck each other off all the time, without having to worry if there will still be time to have a fuck, before you have to leave...."
Margie was convinced.
The idea was far too wonderful to refuse and she kissed him and said, "All right, darling-I'll go with you."
"Ahhh," he sighed, happily. "Tell your husband when you go home now-then come back tonight. Spend the night here so we can get an early start for the airport-and an early start on that all-night loving!"
His prick gave a little twitch in her hand.
He had already talked her into it-feeling that big cock stir added to her determination.
"Yes, darling," she said.
Then she went down to suck some more prick, before she went home to tell her husband....
CHAPTER FOUR
Dan was shocked when she told him.
"You're leaving me?" he said.
"Oh, no, darling-it will only be for a week. You see, I simply must get Raymond out of my system. It really will be better for both of us, in the end. Otherwise, I'll be running over to his place every day, treating you badly. I can't help myself, darling. I just can't seem to get enough of his big cock."
Dan winced.
"But I'm sure that after I've had it for a whole week, I'll be able to end the affair."
She was sorry she had mentioned how big Raymond's cock was. That hadn't been the most diplomatic thing to say. She added, "His cock isn't any bigger than yours, anyhow."
"How nice," Dan said, sarcastically.
"I don't run around looking for pussy that isn't any juicier than yours-but is different," he said.
"I know. I'm sorry that I'm such a tramp, Dan. But it's just my nature-and I swear that I'll come back to you at the end of the week and be a loving wife for ever so long, before I ever cheat on you again."
Dan frowned, then gave a reluctant nod.
They were sitting in the living room, side by side on the couch. He had his hands on his knees and his shoulders were slumped. She was turned towards him from the waist, the twisted position emphasizing her supple torso and big tits.
"What will I tell Debby?" he asked.
Margie frowned slightly. Debby was old enough to know about sex. But Margie didn't want her to know that her mother was a tramp.
"Well ... what with women's lib and all being in vogue ... we can just say I've taken a separate vacation. She needn't know about Raymond."
"Do you think she'll believe it?"
"Of course."
"She's too young to know that her mother is fucking some other man," Dan said.
"Darling, this will be the last time. I'll get my fill of Raymond and never cheat again."
Margie didn't think that would prove true, for she knew her own passionate nature, but she didn't figure it would do any harm to say it.
She said, "Where is Debby, by the way?"
"She went to the park," Dan said. "She'll probably be home soon-but I suppose you're in a hurry to leave."
"Oh, no hurry," Margie said.
Dan turned and stared at her.
"Oh? Did you have enough of his big cock already today, then?" he said.
Margie started to deny it.
But something in her husband's tone, or in his expression, made her realize that he wasn't looking for that denial. She knew that, although he didn't exactly want her to cheat on him, the idea always made him very horny. It was that twinge of jealousy that fired his passion.
She blushed, and nodded.
As her head went down, she sneaked a look at Dan's crotch and, sure enough, it had started to swell.
He certainly was a suitable husband for a woman like Margie.
He said, "How many times did you fuck him today?"
"Well-only twice."
"Only!"
"But I sucked him off, too. Twice." Dan's massive prick lurched violently. He groaned and grated his teeth in anguish-that caused his cock to swell.
"I just had to, darling," she said, more sure of herself now that she saw how aroused he was getting. "His prick is so big and so delicious."
"He came in your mouth?"
"Oh, yes. Both times. I love it when he fills my mouth with jism. I swallowed it."
Dan moved so quickly that Margie flinched, thinking he was about to strike her. But his hand moved behind her head, open, and he pulled her to him.
He kissed her on the mouth and Margie's tongue darted about in a French kiss, exploring that mouth into which another man spent his jism. Margie know that her mouth tasted of spunk. She hadn't brushed her teeth too and milked Raymond off. She twisted her own tongue against his and they kissed passionately for a long time.
Dan drew back.
Margie ran her tongue across her lower lip, waiting to see what would happen next.
But Dan seemed hesitant now, uncertain.
Margie decided to take the initiative.
Smiling impishly, she lifted the hem of her dress.
"I didn't wear any panties today," she said.
Dan stared down at her naked crotch. Margie parted her thighs. Her well-fucked pussy was open and wet.
She said, "He came in my cunt twice, too, darling. He poured two huge loads of spunk into me-and I haven't even taken a bath since."
Dan looked up at her face, his own face wild with lust. He dropped his eyes to her snatch again.
"I thought maybe ... " she said, and paused, leaving it up to him.
"Yes," he whispered, his voice taut. "Let me eat you out before you leave."
"Ummmm," she sighed. Dan was licking his lips.
"Shall I take a bath first, Dan?" she asked.
He shook his head.
His attitude was exciting Margie greatly. She said, "Are YOU sure, darling? I mean, after all, my cunt is full of Raymond's jism."
Dan growled. It was not a growl of anger. It was pure lust escaping from his lips.
Then he went down on her.
He slipped off the couch and knelt on the floor.
Margie leaned back on the couch and opened her legs wide. She arched her back and looked down at Dan's excited face as he gazed in fascination at her cunt-at the cunt of his wife, which was full of another man's jism. For a long moment he merely looked. Then he leaned in and licked her crack, running his tongue upward, tracing along her unfolded cunt lips and over her tingling clit. He leaned back again. He seemed to be judging the flavor of that tongueful. Then he bobbed in and began to long stroke up her crotch, running his tongue from her ass-hole to her clit with every slow, pulsating ripple. His whole head bobbed up and down. His hot tongue delved into the tight bud of her ass-hole and dipped deeply into her creamy gash and flattened over her clit.
"Ohhh." Margie moaned.
Her hips worked like pistons as she mopped his face with her cunt.
"Oh, do I taste good?" she whimpered.
"Ummmm," he sighed.
"I'd love to suck a cunt someday," she said, because she knew it would excite him to hear it-and because it was true, as well. "Maybe we could bring a young girl home with us someday, darling-and you could fuck her and after you came in her I could eat her out...."
"Ah, yes!" he gasped.
He was starting to go suck crazy now, inspired by her words every bit as much as he was by her cunt. His face slipped around in her soaking crotch, coated with cunt juice from chin to brow. Margie clamped her smooth thighs around his head, trapping him there. But then she opened them again, wide, so that his ears were not muffled when she spoke. She was determined to arouse him to the greatest degree possible today-to give him something to remember while she was away for the week. And she knew full well the power of erotic talk.
She drew one knee up, her foot on the edge of the couch. The other leg was extended along the floor, ankle arched. She stroked Dan's head with one hand as that head wallowed about in her crotch.
She said, "I'd hold her sweet pussy wide open with my fingers and stick my tongue up as far as it would go and I'd make her cream in my mouth."
Dan grunted and his head went up and down, perhaps nodding his agreement-but it was hard to tell, for the same motion also drove his tongue along her gash.
"And I'd lick your balls while you were fucking her, darling. Pd rim out your ass-hole with my hot tongue while you pounded your lovely, big prick into her cunt. And then you could fuck her from the back, while I sucked on her clit and we could make her cream between us...."
Margie was gazing down at Dan along the arched slope of her body, seeing only the top of his head part of the time, then his eyes, as he lifted his cunt-juice coated face and gazed back at his wanton wife. His expression was questioning. He knew she was using that erotic talk to stimulate him-and herself-but he wondered how serious it was. In fact, Dan would have adored to watch his sexy wife suck a cunt.
Their eyes were locked as tightly as his tongue was stuck up her snatch.
Margie was truly enjoying this cunt sucking session. For one thing, having came several times already that day, she was able to prolong her climax and enjoy it for as long as her husband was willing to dish it out. For another thing, that erotic talk she had used to arouse Dan had also worked on herself. She loved the idea of having a threesome with Dan and some sweet young girl, and the thought of doing some cunt sucking herself thrilled her to the marrow of her bones. She didn't doubt for a moment that she would love doing it. She knew how tasty a pussy was from having sucked her own cunt juice off of innumerable pricks.
In fact, the idea was so appealing that she almost regretted that she would be going away for the week, for she was impatient to find a girl to make up that threesome. She wondered what Raymond might think of the idea. But then she thought that it was wicked to think about Raymond, while Dan was so busily doing her the oral favor.
"Oh! Yes! We'll do it, darling!" she cried.
Now. Dan knew she had been serious. His prick, that poor, neglected tool, was thundering wildly away under his belly, but he ignored it as he continued to mouth Margie's twat.
Margie squirmed and writhed. She threw her head back and rolled her eyes in a frenzy of lust. Her imagination was as hot as her pussy-wild fantasies flashed through her mind.
She said, "And maybe we can have another man join us, too! A stranger-just some man I pick up. Would you like that, Dan? Would you like to watch another man fuck my cunt? I'd blow him for you, if you liked-you could watch him come in my mouth and then you could kiss me...."
That was too much for Dan.
He felt his cock and balls start to blow.
He raised up, intending to slap his prick into her cunt, but he had left it too late. As that huge cock elevated to the level of her crotch, a mighty geyser of jism burst from the knob and rose high into the air.
Margie gave a squeal of lust as she saw that creamy tower rise above her loins.
She reached down quickly and parted her cunt wide with both hands. The quicksilver geyser hovered, then fell heavily, right into her open cunt.
Dan had been so hot that all his spunk came out in that single titanic spurt.
He watched it fill her pussy, then dropped his head back between her lush thighs and renewed his cunt sucking efforts. Margie wailed and thrashed about and, as his tongue stabbed far up her soaking gash, she let herself go and her own juices flooded into his mouth.
Dan rested his head on her smooth belly. His whole face glistened with cunt juice. He sighed happily.
"Did you mean it?" he asked.
He knew that when people were hot, they said things that they wouldn't say-or do-afterwards.
Margie looked a bit sheepish.
But she said, "Yes, darling-if you'd like to."
"Oh, yes," he said. "I'd love it."
"With another girl?"
"Um-hum."
"Or another man?"
"Both," he said. "I want to watch you eat cunt and suck cock and fuck-everything."
"Oh! As soon as I get back!"
Dan frowned slightly. He had almost forgotten that she was going away for a week with Raymond. Yet the idea didn't really trouble him greatly. It was just another aspect of the erotic stimulation.
He said, "When you get back, Margie-will you tell me all about it? Will you describe how he fucked you and how you sucked him off?"
"Oh, yes! I'll tell you everything," she promised.
She had no idea how much she was going to have to tell, in fact-for Raymond had many plans for Margie. As promiscuous as she was, she had never dreamed of some of the things that Raymond had in mind for her.
Now she stroked Dan's head lovingly and said. "Do we have time for a fuck?"
CHAPTER FIVE
Debby Cartwright looked very much like a younger version of her beautiful mother-a trifle slimmer, a bit more willowy-and along with those looks, she had inherited her mother's passionate nature.
Debby was still a virgin.
But it was not a condition that she cherished, nor did she intend to remain cherry for much longer. It was just a case of being with the right boy at the right time. Debby was ready and willing to commence a long lifetime of fucking. But she wanted her first fuck to be memorable. She didn't want to lose her cherry in the back seat of a car. That seemed to be where most of the girls she knew, who had been fucked, had done it. None of the boys Debby dated had the maturity to take her to a motel-or to realize that was what she wanted. So, despite herself, she was still a maiden that day, as she walked over to the park.
She sat on the bank of the narrow stream, watching the water trickle past and thinking of jism trickling into her cunt. She felt quite frustrated and rather wistful. She had finger fucked herself twice that morning, before she got out of bed-she usually did it only once. Although coming had been as nice as it always was, the solitary act had left her with a sense of unfullfilment.
There was no one else around.
Debby had just decided that she would go over to her friend Sandy's house for some dirty talk. Sandy was her age, but had already bees fucked duos or four times and was tot loath to talk about it. Those conversations thrilled Debby. In fact, Debby had a vague idea that, if she played her cards right, she might be able to get Sandy to give her a hand-job. If they both got all worked up and she suggested, say, that they masturbate together and then, after they had started, she suggested that it would feel better if they did it for each other-well, she had a pretty good idea that Sandy would not be shocked or angered at the idea.
Debby figured it would be fun.
It was awfully naughty, of course-but all the more thrilling because of that. The last time she had been at Sandy's, while that lewdlette described a recent fuck she'd had, Debby had noticed that Sandy was looking at her tits. That had given her the idea. That idea did not extend beyond hand-jobs, however. She didn't consider, say, sticking each other off, for she was heterosexual by nature and thought of Sandy as a substitute for a boy, rather than a lesbian lover. Now, thinking about it, Debby got hot as hell.
She was wearing blue jeans, very tight, and the crotch began to grow damp as her pussy melted. Her stiff nipples pushed out against her tee shirt. She was in a bit of a quandary. She would have liked to give herself a hand-job, right there on the bank of the stream. On the other hand, she didn't want to do it for herself if there was a chance that she might get Sandy to do it for her. But if Sandy refused, Debby would have to wait until she got home to take care of her cunt, and the long delay would be awful.
Such are the problems of young girls.
Suddenly she heard footsteps.
A jogger came trotting along the bank of the strew, toward her. Debby glanced at him. He was about twenty years old and quite good looking-for a jogger-and he was wearing only a pair of running shorts. His lean torso glistened with sweat and his chest heaved as he gulped in air. But what Debby noticed most was the big lump in the front of his shorts.
He slowed as he neared the place where the girl was sitting. When he was almost up to her, he halted, panting and puffing. He sat down on the bank, close to her. He nodded, but paid her no further attention.
Debby kept sneaking a look at his crotch.
It sure looked as if he had a lot of meat in there and, already horny, Debby began to steam. She decided that she could not wait to get to Sandy's-that she would give herself a hand-job as soon as the jogger jogged on and left her alone. She wished he would hurry up and get his breath back and leave, so that she could proceed with her solitary pleasures. On the other hand, she was enjoying the sight of his crotch. He had one knee lifted, resting his forehead against it. From where she sat, Debby could look down the leg hole of his shorts as it gaped out. But she couldn't really see anything, just dark shadow-but she knew what was lurking in there. She casually moved a bit nearer to the man, desperate to get at least a visual thrill out of that impressive hunk of meat.
Presently, he raised his head.
He had stopped panting. He smiled at Debby.
"Do you jog?" he asked.
"Nope," Debby said.
She had tried it once but didn't like the way her tits jiggled. Jiggling tits were to excite boys, not to make a girl into an athlete.
"You should. Everyone should," he said.
Oh God, she thought. One of those sanctimonious sods who try to make converts.
What an ass-hole! Imagine a guy with a prick like that, wasting his time running?
But he was grinning at her.
He had, in fact, noticed the way she had been staring at his crotch and he only jogged to get in shape for fucking.
He said, "There's only one thing better than running for your health."
"What's that?" she said, not really interested.
He pawed for a moment.
"Jerking off," he said.
Debby was stunned.
Had she heard him right? She couldn't have. No one would say a thing like that to a stranger.
"I beg your pardon?" she said.
She was blushing and he was still grinning at her in a speculative way.
"Jerking off," he repeated. "Oh, fucking is just as good, but I'm talking about the things a guy can do for his health alone-jogging and jerking off."
Debby looked away, then looked back at him, not sure what she should do or how she should act. He was, after all, a total stranger and had no business to talk like that to her. But still, since he was a stranger whom she would no doubt never see again, Debby felt no need to act insulted or modest.
She managed to smile.
"Why is jerking off good for you?" she asked.
He moved a bit closer.
"Why, it's the same as running. It gets the old heart ticking away, it gets the blood pounding, it gets a fellow's lungs heaving-just the same, especially when you start to come and the old prick is thundering away."
He made a fist and began to beat it up and down in front of his crotch while his face assumed the expression of a demented Chinaman.
Debby had to laugh.
"Does it work for girls, too?" she asked.
"Sure," he said.
"I must be awfully healthy, then," she said, amazing herself at her own boldness.
"Oh? Masturbate plenty, do you?"
"At least once a day," she admitted.
"That's not so much. I pull my pork three times a day. Even if I don't feel like it. I run six miles and jack off three times, that's my standard daily routine."
Debby was laughing again. She was wondering if he were pulling her leg about pulling his prick?
Now he looked more seriously at bet. He said, "In fact, you've interrupting my workout. I usually stop for a hand-job at this point. I come in the water. But I can't very well do that with you here."
Debby had a vision of this fit fellow standing there on the bank, puling his prick furiously and shooting a thick spurt into the water.
"Isn't it sort of like polluting?" she asked.
"Naw. The fish gobble cum up. They love it."
"I don't blame them," she said-and once more she was amazed at her own daring.
"Oh? You swallow cum, too?" he asked. "Well, I never have-but I wouldn't mind." He squinted. He said, "Listen, you don't seem to be a prude. Would you fund if I jerked off?"
"Go ahead," she said, thrilled by at thought that she was going to watch him do it.
He hesitated for a moment, giving her a questioning look. Debby was afraid he might change his mind. She desperately wanted to see it.
"I'll tell you what," she said. "I'll give myself a hand-job while you whack off-that way you won't be embarrassed."
"Why, that's very thoughtful of you," he said.
"To tell you the truth, I was just going to do it, anyhow, so you interrupted me as much as I did you."
"I can see that you and I think alike," the jogger said-and he pulled down his shorts!
His cock was coiled in his crotch in a thick, sinewy wad. His balls were bloated, all set to do their part in making him healthy. Debby gazed at his crotch, fascinated, and as she looked, his prick began to uncoil and rise up of its own accord. It jutted out towards the stream.
He still hadn't touched it.
He nodded to Debby.
She understood. She opened her jeans and slipped her hand down, cupping her hot cunt. Then he nodded again, approvingly, and folded his fist around the root of his prick. He gave the big rod a long, slow pull.
Debby felt faint with lust.
"Would you ... " she stammered, then faltered, blushing furiously and looking away. "What?" be asked.
She summoned all her courage.
"Would you like me to do that for you?" she asked.
"Yeah!" he exclaimed, with enthusiasm. "I'd rather fuck you, but we can't very well fuck here in the park-and a hand-job is always nice."
Debby was losing all her inhibitions now.
She said, "If I jerk you off, will you finger-fuck me afterwards and make me come, too?"
"I sure will," he agreed.
Debby had made herself a deal. This, she knew, was going to be better than doing it with Sandy.
She moved over beside him.
Debby had never actually played with a prick before. She had felt them fleetingly, usually pretending it was an accident, in the midst of petting sessions. Once she had rubbed one through the boy's jeans and caused him to come in his pants-the memory of that delighted hey-but she had never felt a hard, naked cock. For a girl with such a lusty and passionate nature, and such a determination to have plenty of sex in the future, Debby was surprisingly naive and inexperienced. She had done plenty of French kissing, and she had allowed three or four boys to feel her up. But only once had she let a lucky fellow push a finger up her cunt-and that had been in one of those damned back seats. She'd been so afraid that she might get carried away and lose her cherry in an awkward, fumbling fashion, that she had made him stop after one single insertion. That fear of a clumsy defloweration was also the reason why she was not experienced in dealing with naked cocks. It was always those confining back seats. Debby knew that once she started playing with a hard-on she was liable to get carried away and want to go all the way. So, as much as her palms burned and her fingers itched, she resisted the impulse to play with pricks.
This was a different case.
There was no danger that they would get carried away and commence to fuck right there in the public park. So she felt that she was safe enough and could give that big prick a hand-job without worry.
The jogger sat with his feet hanging down towards the stream and his weight supported on his hands, behind his back. His torso was arched so that his cock jutted out and up. It was hard as a stone and the knob was flaring.
Debby leaned close, observing her first prick with interest. Fascinating things-dicks-she thought. They look so lovely, so useful, so tasty! In fact, if the jogger had suggested it, Debby would have been more than willing to give him a blow job instead of a hand-job, for she just knew that giving head was a thing that she would enjoy immensely. But he hadn't asked her to blow him and she was a bit too shy to suggest it or to just go ahead and start gobbling on that cock.
She reached out and touched the head of his prick with her fingertips, tentatively. That big wedge of purple meat expanded at the touch. Debby drew her hand back and looked at it, as if amazed at what it had just been in contact with. Then, smiling, he wrapped her fist around the root of that cock and began to pump it up and down with gusto.
"Is that the right way?" she asked.
The jogger nodded, his face contorted. His legs began to move, rising alternately, just as if he were running in place. He thrust up fucking through her fist.
"Don't you want to finger-fuck me while I jerk you off?" she asked, quite impatient to get her end of the reciprocal arrangement and thinking it would be nice if they could manage to come at the same time.
"Later," he gasped. "Do me first-pull that load of hot spunk out of my prick!"
Ohhh! the naughty nymphette thought. She did indeed want to milk his cock, to see all that lovely cum pour out on, her hand. It gave her a sense of power, to have him so much in her control. It was just as if his cock was a rudder by which she could steer his passion, reins by which to guide his lust, a lever directing the cockpit of his needs. Although she had never jerked a guy off before, she knew that she was doing it right, that she had a natural talent for whacking pricks-just as, in time, she fully expected to have an inborn talent at fucking and sucking.
She leaned close, staring at his cock as she stroked it up and down. The head flared as her hand dragged the stalk back. It was an angry red now, flushed and flaring frantically as his climax approached. Debby was greatly tempted to lean down and give that succulent knob at least a lick, perhaps a suck, but she resisted the impulse. like her first fuck, she wanted her first blow job to be in the comfort of a bed.
"Here it comes!" he cried.
Debby squealed with joy and pumped her hand down and the head of his prick blossomed with a creamy flower of jism. The hot, thick stuff poured out, some of it shooting away and some of it trickling down over her fingers.
He gasped and dropped onto his back.
Debby followed him down, her hand continuing to pump up and down on his cock, milking all of the juice out of his balls in a series of spurts and jets. There was a lot of it. She was surprised at how much spunk a man's balls held-and a girl's hand could summon.
At last his cock and balls were emptied.
She pulled away until it began to soften and shrink, then released the rod and leaned back.
"Was it nice?" she asked.
He grunted an affirmative.
"Do me now?" she asked.
He didn't respond.
"Come on-my pussy is burning," she urged him. "I want to get fingerfucked!"
His arm came up.
Debby's leg's parted, expecting that hand to descend onto her crotch. But he looked at his wristwatch.
He said, "I still have three more miles to run-I don't have time for any fingerfucking now."
"But-you promised!" she cried.
"Yeah-but I lied," he said.
And the scoundrel jumped to his feet, gave her a smug look, touched his toes a couple of times and then ran off along the river bank-without even saying thank you or goodbye to the deceived girl.
Debby stared after him, a conflict of emotions and sensations filling her body and her mind. She was disappointed, embarrassed, angry and mortified. She didn't regret having jerked him off, because she had enjoyed doing it, but she felt an utter fool at not getting the promised return of the favor.
And her cunt was volcanic with need.
Tears of remorse burned in her eyes and she gave a little sob of frustration. Damn the jogging bastard! Maybe he was just teasing her, though, she thought hopefully. Maybe he was going to come back and fulfill his end of the bargain. She waited, her pussy bubbling.
But the jogger was gone.
Once again, Debby was presented with a problem. Her pussy was crying-and screaming-for attention, but, having expected to be done by the jogger, she didn't really want to rub herself off.
Again she thought of Sandy.
Now, she had a story to tell her girl friend. She would describe how she had jerked the jogger off and how he had left her frustrated. Then she could hint, subtly, that she so much wanted someone-someone, not just a man-to give her a hand-job. She thought there was a good chance that Sandy might take the hint-and willingly. She certainly hoped so. She wanted to finger-fuck each other tot frazzle and maybe even do a little titty sucking, too.
She jumped up, pussy steaming, and walked quickly away from the strew. Her cunt squished between her legs with every rapid stride.
What if Sandy weren't at home?
It was a terrible thought. If she got all the way to Sandy's and the girl was out-out fucking, probably, the lucky bitch-then she would have to wait until she got pack to her own home before she could relieve herself.
But Debby had to go past her own house to walk to Sandy's, and it occurred to her that the smartest thing to do would be to telephone first. If Sandy was home she could hint, over the phone, that she had a juicy tale to tell and then hurry on over. And if Sandy wasn't home, she would be in a position to finger-fuck herself immediately-not what she wanted to do, but it was better than nothing.
So it was that Debby returned home-just as her mother told her father about Raymond.
CHAPTER SIX
Debby entered by the back and she did so quietly because she wanted to use the upstairs telephone and didn't want her parents to overbear her conversation. She could hear them talking in the front room and she slipped past the door on tiptoes-and then stopped dead.
She heard Margie say, ". . .I just can't get enough of his big cock, darling...."
Debby was stunned.
She was so shocked that, for the moment, she forgot about her own lust as she listened to the bizarre conversation that transpired between her parents. But not for long! She heard her mother talking about fucking and sucking and swallowing jism and she got hotter than she had ever been before-and that was very hot, indeed.
The she carefully peeked into the room.
And she got even hotter!
She watched her father eat her mother's cunt.
She slipped her hand down inside her jeans and cupped her own cunt, fondling it, feeling it burn, but more interested in what was happening in the other room than in her own desire, at the moment. It was a remarkable conversation for a young girl, who was already hot, to overhear between her parents. And it was an even more remarkable sight, watching Dan gobble merrily away on a creamy pussy. She could hear the soft, moist sounds his tongue made in that slippery gash. She could hear Margie's pussy bubble.
Oh, how she wanted someone to do that to her!
It was obviously a lot better than a hand job. Lucky Mom! She wondered if Sandy might be willing to suck her cunt. She had no great desire to do any cunt sucking, herself, but she would have been willing to in exchange. That would only be fair. And, who knows? It might be fun to lick and suck at a steaming cunt, at that!
Then she saw her father rear up and his great prick spurted out and she gasped. His cock was lots bigger than the jogger's and he came with more abundance, the creamy tower rising and then dropping heavily right into her mother's open cunt.
Where could she find a huge cock like that? the tormented girl wondered.
She hadn't yet thought about fucking her father.
Not yet.
Dan had resumed cunt sucking and Debby sank to her knees and began to rub her clit furiously. She creamed almost at once. But it only cooled her a bit and, with scarcely a pause, she began rubbing herself again.
Margie came.
Dan sucked the cunt juice from her with relish.
Debby creamed a second time-and started immediately on her third hand-job.
She listened while her parents talked about having threesomes with men and women. My God, she thought-my parents are perverts! But she found the thought of a threesome very attractive, herself, and, like her mother, she was wondering how she could get involved in one. She didn't care-again like Margie-if it was two men with her, or one man and another girl. If her mother was willing to eat pussy, why should Debby deny herself the pleasure of that act?
She didn't imagine having a threesome with her mother and father, though-not yet.
Maybe Sandy could arrange one!
She was eager to telephone Sandy, by not so eager that she was willing to leave that scene. She watched as they started to fuck on the couch. They were angled away from her, so that she had a cleat view of her father's fat prick as it vanished up Margie's slurping cunt.
Dan came in Margie and, as always, Margie creamed the moment she felt his jism hose her cunt. In the hallway, Debby joined then with another orgasm of her own.
When she tiptoed upstairs, her legs were so shaky they could hardly support her.
Her mother was going away for a week, with another man, to do lots of fucking and sucking.
Her poor father!
Just the ghost of the incestuous idea came to her, then, but she dismissed it immediately. Depraved she might want to be, but incest was beyond her-wasn't it?
She telephoned Sandy.
"Boy, have I got something to tell you," she laid. She thought for a moment, wondering if she ought to tell about her parents, then added, "Two things, really."
Sandy sounded interested.
"Dirty things?" she asked, eagerly.
"They sure do."
"Real dirty?" Sandy's voice sounded as charged as the wires that transmitted it.
"Real, real dirty!"
"Ohhhh! Why don't you come on over to my house? My parents aren't home."
"I'll be over in five minutes," said Debby. Margie's cunt was packed full of cum and she was packing a suitcase as Debby sneaked back down the stairs, with images of cocks and cunts dancing like sugar plums in her mind.
Despite the shakiness of her legs, she made it over to Sandy's in four minutes flat.
Sandy came to the door wearing only a bra and panties-and things were looking real good....
CHAPTER SEVEN
Debby told Sandy about the jogger, first. They sat together on Sandy's bed. Sandy sat with her legs folded in the lotus position and Debby did not fail to notice that, as she told about jerking the man off, Sandy's panties began to dampen and darken with juice.
"And he just left you?" Sandy said. "As soon as I'd milked him."
"The swine!"
Debby wondered if she should suggest that they finger-fuck each other at this point, but she decided that she would tell about her mother and father, first. That was even more exciting and by the time she had finished, she felt sure that her girl friend would be so hot that she would be willing to do anything. Maybe even more than just fingering.
She told Sandy word for word that she had overheard and she described, in graphic detail, what she had seen.
Sandy was amazed.
"Wow! Threesomes, huh? What parents!" she said.
"But it does sound like lots of fun, though," said Debby, giving Sandy a speculative look.
Sandy tilted her head. She was a pretty girl with a thin face and big eyes. She had red hair. The hair on her cunt was red, too. Debby noticed that it showed right through the soaking crotch band of her panties.
She said, "Have you ever been in one?" Sandy said, "I got gangbanged once."
"Oh!" Debby squealed, thrilled.
"Three guys fucked me. But they took turns, so it wasn't really like a threesome or a cluster fuck."
"Maybe-maybe sometime you and I could go to bed with a man, you think?"
Sandy grinned.
She said, "You know what happens in a thing like that, don't you, Debby? The two girls don't just share the guy's prick-they're expected to fool around with each other."
Debby lowered her eyelashes demurely.
"I wouldn't mind," she said.
"I never knew you were that way," Sandy said. She certainly didn't seem to mind, though.
"Well, neither did I," Debby said. "It's only that-well, when I heard my mom talking about how she wanted to suck a cunt, I sort of got the idea. I mean, it can't be to wicked, if my mother does it, huh?"
"It doesn't sound wicked to me," Sandy said. "Well, a little naughty, maybe-but it isn't as if we were lesbians or anything. It's just fooling around."
"That's right," Debby said, eagerly.
"In fact," Sandy said, "I suppose we wouldn't even need to have a boy with us. We could have some fun just between ourselves, if we wanted to."
"Do you want to?" Debby asked, her voice quaking.
"Maybe."
"Now?"
Sandy grinned. "Well, we're right here on my bed-I guess it's as good a time as any."
"I was afraid you might not want to, Sandy."
"Don't be silly," the redhead said.
"How-how shall we start?"
Sandy reached behind her back and unfastened her bra. It fell away, the cups retaining their shape. Her tits were small and thrusting and the nipples were stiff and trembling. She arched her back, letting Debby admire her. Debby gulped. Her mouth began to water for those plump titties.
"Why don't you feel me up, honey?" Sandy suggested.
Debby began to fondle her tits. She cupped the plump mounds and pulled at the taut tips. After a few minutes, Sandy began to feel her tits, too, through her tee shirt at first and then slipping her hand inside. Debby moved back and pulled her tee shirt off. They sat facing each other, tit-fondling pleasurably. Debby was eager to proceed to more exciting things, but she was a little inhibited still. She wished that Sandy would suggest the next step-or better yet, begin it.
The knelt face to face and began to brush their stiff nipples together.
"Don't you want to suck my hippies?" Sandy asked.
"Ohhh! Yes!"
Debby leaned down and took the hot nuggets into her lips, alternating between them and sucking with passion. Sandy was whimpering with the sensation. Then Debby leaned back, expecting Sandy to take her turn at tit mouthing.
But Sandy didn't.
Debby might have begun to have her suspicions at that point, but she didn't.
Sandy said, "I'm going to take my panties off now," and she did so, her lithe hips squirming as she tuned them down. Her cunt was parted and juicy.
Debby unfastened her jeans and took them off. Her panties seemed to be glued to her cunt and they squished when she pulled them down.
They lay face to face, rubbing tits and bellies together. After awhile, Debby tentatively slipped a hand into Sandy's crotch and began to finger her clit. Sandy squirmed and sighed. She moved her own hand down to Debby's pubic mound, cupping the plump pussy.
But she didn't touch Debby's cunt.
Debby certainly should have become suspicious then, hut she was too aroused to even consider such a possibility.
Debby traced her fingers along Sandy's cunt lips, then slowly pushed them up the wet hole. She worked her thumb on the redhead's clit. She wished that Sandy would hurry up and start rubbing her pussy, too, but she supposed that the girl was shy and would do it in due course, when she was too hot to feel inhibited.
Sandy didn't sound shy, though.
She said, "You know that thing your mother wants to do? With her mouth? Do you want to do that, too?"
Debby blushed but she nodded.
"I'll bet it feels really nice," Sandy said.
"Shall we?" Debby said, trembling. "Shall we eat each other out?"
"Yes! Let's do it!"
Debby said, "Who goes first?"
"I'm awfully hot, honey," Sandy said. "Why don't you eat me first, then I'll do you afterwards?"
"Okay," said the unsuspecting nymph. Sandy lay back on the bed, raised her knees and opened her thighs, giving full access to her crotch. Debby rolled onto her belly her face very close to that creamy cunt. Oh, it looks delicious, she thought. She was really eager to see what it tasted like-and even more eager to find out what it felt like, when Sandy sucked her, in turn. She hoped that Sandy would come quickly both because she wanted to drink that cunt juice when it poured out and also so that she would get her own cunt sucked without delay.
She slid closer and pushed her tongue out, running it up Sandy's cunt lips.
"Ummm, yummy," she whispered.
Although she'd never thought about cunt sucking before that afternoon, let alone done it, Debby discovered that she was a natural at it, just as she had been at jerking off joggers. She guessed it was an inborn talent. She knew how she would like it done to her and applied that knowledge to her efforts. She licked and sucked. She stabbed her hot tongue as far up that steaming hole as it would go, tongue fucking joyfully. Then she began to finger fuck Sandy's cunt hole while she sucked steadily on her clit.
Sandy was crying out and thrashing wildly about with the thrill. Her legs opened wide, closed, opened again. She arched upwards.
"Suck my cunt!" she wailed. "Suck the cum out of my hot pussy, honey!"
Debby pushed her fingers in and slurped merrily away and Sandy began to whimper as the waves of her orgasm crashed through her loins.
She creamed in Debby's mouth, Debby gulped the hot cunt juice down happily, loving the taste and the texture and the fact that she had given her friend such a thrill.
She lapped Sandy's pussy clean. She started to shift her position. "Debby-do it again, please?" Sandy asked.
Debby hesitated.
"Aren't you gonna do me now?" she asked. "Please-just once more-then I'll suck your cunt for the rest of the day."
That was an offer that Debby could not refuse.
She moved back in and began to lick and suck as she had before. It took somewhat longer the second time, but when she came, Sandy creamed with as much fluid energy as she had the first time.
"Oh, that was lovely," she said. "Did you like to do it, Debby? Do you like sucking my cunt?"
"Oh, I love it," Debby said.
Sandy said, "Boy. I'm glad I found out you ate pussy. You can come over and suck me off anytime you like."
Poor Debby still didn't realize what a fool she was.
She said, "We can eat each other out every day!"
"Eh ... there's something I got to tell you," Sandy said, sounding embarrassed.
A terrible idea struck Debby.
She looked at Sandy, her face creamy with cunt juice and an awful foreboding in her eyes.
"Oh, no!" she wailed.
"Yes, I'm afraid so," Sandy said. "I'm not going to suck no nasty old cunt."
"But you promised!"
"Yeah, but I had my fingers crossed," Sandy said. She giggled. "I had my legs open and my fingers crossed. Sorry about that, but only lesbians eat cunt."
"I'm not a lesbian!" Debby cried.
"Well, you're a cuntsucker-same thing."
"I want to get sucked off!" Debby wailed.
"Please-just one time?"
"Nope."
"Well-give me a hand-job, then?" she suggested.
"Naw. I like dicks, not pussy."
"You bitch!"
"I'd rather be a bitch than a cuntsucker, so there!"
Debby gave a great sob of frustration. She had been played for a fool yet again.
"You're worse than a jogger, even," she sobbed.
She rolled onto her back and, using both hands, rubbed herself off. But it wasn't the same thing at all.
Sandy saw her to the door and said, "Remember, Debby, any time you want to eat my pussy, just come right on over and bring your tongue."
"I never will!"
"Well, it's here if you want it."
In fact, Debby had an idea that she might, for it had been a great pleasure, to suck cunt, but she was too angry with her friend to say so right then. She stormed out. She knew that Sandy was grinning behind her back. She turned the corner and, out of sight of Sandy, gushed her fingers into her mouth and sucked the congealed cunt juice from them. She was even hornier than she had been before. What a fool she was! And where could she get some tongue or some cock in comfort?
She had no idea.
How lucky her mother was to be married to a man with a great dick like her father! But her father wasn't so lucky. He was being cuckolded. He was as much a fool as Debby was, the girl thought. She got no fucking and he would get none while his wife was off with another man. They had a lot in common right then, Debby and her dad. That ghost of a thought came to her again. Incest did not seem quite so wicked now. And it would certainly solve a problem for both her and her father, while her mother was away.
Again she dismissed the thought as impossible.
But the idea lingered.
When she got home, her father, lonely and abandoned, was punishing a bottle of Scotch.
He was already drunk and getting drunker. And Debby saw wonderful possibilities.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was an outrageous thought, and ingenious, too. It was bold and daring. It was naughty and it was exciting. The idea took her breath away. Debby considered masquerading as her mother.
In theory, it might work, providing that her father got drunk enough. That was the crucial part. He had to be too drunk to realize it was Debby, not Margie, in bed with him, yet not so drunk that he was incapable of performing. It had to be calculated to a fine point. If Debby worked it right, she would be able to enjoy thrilling sex, exciting duplicity-even a bit of genuine amusement at her wickedness. It would certainly make a wonderful tale to tell Sandy, the next time Debby felt like munching some pussy.
If she calculated wrong, however, it would be shameful, there would be the mortification of discovery, God alone knew what recriminations or punishments. If her father suddenly realized that it was his daughter he was in bed with-Debby shuddered at the thought and wondered if she could pretend that she had been sleepwalking.
Did she dare attempt it?
She remembered how huge his prick was, and how much jism it threw off-and she was determined to try.
She figured that, if she could somehow regulate the flow of whiskey, she would be able to get her father to just the right state of intoxication. Dan wasn't normally a drinking man. He didn't have the head for it. He therefore tended to become vague and fuzzy in his mind, long before he had taken in enough alcohol to have any great effect on his bodily functions. Debby had seen him drunk a few times. She had been surprised, on those rare occasions, and wondered why. Now she guessed that he only got drunk when his wife as having a love affair with some other man. That seemed to fit the picture and her knowledge of her mother's promiscuity cleared up a lot of things that Debby had often wondered about those afternoon absences, those happy, flushed homecomings, those late dinners. She felt sorry for her cuckolded father and hoped that he would enjoy the sex as much as she knew she would. That was another reason to get him at just the right degree of drunkenness-not too numb to feel what was happening, but too dulled to realize who was causing it.
She didn't think it would be a problem, really. Those times he'd been drunk in the past, his words had become slurred long before he staggered, his thoughts had become incoherent while his body still worked normally.
She wasn't quite sure just what she would do in bed with the man, but she was determined to do something.
"Your mother and I simply decided to take separate holidays this year, is all," Dan said, once again.
He was sprawled out on the couch-the same couch on which Margie had sprawled as he gobbled her cunt and then arched under his pounding form as he screwed her-a nearly empty glass in his hand. Debby admired him for so gallantly defending his wife's promiscuity-well, not defending it so much as trying to keep it from her. He deserved some fun. And so did she. He had been abandoned for another man and she had given hand-jobs and head and twice been deceived.
She gazed at him, gauging the degree of his inebriation. He was not quite at that vital point yet.
"Let me fix you another drink, Daddy?"
He held the glass out. She took it and, with all the careful calculation of an alchemist, mixed Scotch and water and ice in a formula designed to turn the base metal of frustration to the gold of orgasm.
She said, "Don't worry, Daddy-I'll take care of everything while Mom is away. I can do the housework and the cooking and-everything." She smiled secretly.
"You're a good girl," he said.
A bit later she refilled a final drink.
Dan said that he felt a bit weary, excused himself and went up toted. Debby watched him go and, sure enough, his words had been imprecise and yet he mounted the stairs on steady legs.
Her expectations soared.
While she waited for him to go to sleep, she had a small drink, herself, and thought about what she would soon be doing. She wondered what actually constituted incest. Fucking, of course, but was that the limit? Was, say, oral sex considered incest? Hand jobs? Buggery, even? She wasn't sure and she was not in the mood to consult a dictionary and, anyhow, doubted that Webster went into such detail.
Well, she would play it by ear, according to his degree of alertness, the hardness of his prick and the heat of her own demanding pussy.
Fifteen minutes later, she went upstairs.
Dan was asleep. Lying on his back with his arms spread out and one leg trailing over the side of the bed.
He had been too drunk to put pajamas on, to Debby's delight. He was stark naked.
She moved quietly to the bed and looked at him.
His cock was soft but, even so, it was gigantic. It lay coiled on his thigh like a big rubber hose, promising vitality even in the slack condition.
Debby grinned wickedly.
She took her clothing off.
Why, I'm actually going to do it! she thought, surprised at her daring.
But just what was she going to do?
She thought about playing with his prick, making it nice and big and hard while he slept-maybe even giving that delicious looking cockhead a few licks. She adored the idea. But she had already given orgasms to a jogger and a girl friend that day and she was afraid that, if she made her daddy come, he might wake up and once again she would find herself deprived of a climax of her own.
Debby decided to get her own pleasure first. Moving very carefully, she knelt on the bed, shifted one leg over-and sat on her father's face!
"Mumpppp," he said.
Debby began to mop his face with her wet dunt and, although he was sound asleep, his tongue came out and began to lap and lave by instinct. It felt wonderful! Debby had never felt anything quite that good, although she supposed it would be even better if he were awake and concentrating on what he was doing.
She held her cunt lips open with her fingers so that his tongue glided into the parted slot.
Her slim hips rotated as she worked her juicy crotch around on his face with a steady rhythm designed to bring a rapid release.
She was staring down at him, watching what she was doing, enjoying the sight almost as much as the sensation-loving the dark knowledge that her father was tonguing her cunt and that she had instigated it.
Suddenly his eyes opened!
Debby stiffened.
But it was dark in the room. He could see her only as an outline against the wall.
"Margie!" he said. "You didn't go-you came home!" she said.
"I'm glad," he mumbled.
Debby realized that he was not really aware of what was happening, that she had judged his drunkenness to perfection. Emboldened by that realization, she said. "I came home to sit on your face, Da ... errr ... Dan."
Wow! That had been close. She had to be careful not to call him Daddy. But he didn't notice her slip of the tongue, for he had just noticed that there was a hot, wet pussy in his face-and he began to work on it with relish.
That was a different sort of slip of the tongue!
Debby began to vibrate with joy. Dan was an expert at sucking cunt, a man, who had perfected the oral art because he so much enjoyed doing it. He cupped Debby's ass in his hands, tilting her crotch up like a bowl from which he was drinking-a bowl he intended to empty. His tongue flattened and flared, stirring moistly through her creamy slot. He sucked on her cunt lips, then on her clit. He pushed his thick tongue far up her steaming gash, running it in and out in a fucking rhythm. Cunt juice was pouring out of the girl, flooding down his tongue and into his parted lips, soaking his chin and cheeks. His hands moved her, turning her cunt around on his face as his head shifted up and down.
Debby understood why her mother-and Sandy, for that matter-would go to any extreme in order to get some tongue fucking.
She began to moan, softly at first and then with louder, gasping sobs as her climax built up. As many times as the girl had creamed in her life, on her own hands, she had never known a thrill like this.
Then she stiffened and cried out in ecstasy.
Debby came in her father's mouth.
Her orgasm took a long time and Dan sucked every bit of cunt-juice out and tongued off every last spark of the thrill. At last, she was drained.
It presented a problem.
How could she dismount from his head without risking discovery? Once his face was not buried in her crotch, there was a definite danger that he might realize who she was.
But the problem dissolved itself.
Dan was asleep again.
Sucking her off had been an end in itself and he needed nothing further. As soon as he had drained that sweet pussy, he sank back into his drunken stupor.
Debby gently moved off his face.
She wondered if he would remember in the morning. She doubted it. But she wasn't really worried about that. If he did remember sucking a cunt in the night, he would assume that he had had an erotic dream or that his wife had come home just long enough for a suck, and then left again.
Surely it would never dawn on him that he had been sucking his daughter's cunt.
Debby dismissed that problem.
Then she wondered, what to do next.
She slid down the bed and gazed at his prick from close range. It was still slack. That surprised her, for she had assumed that it must get hard during that oral lovemaking. He certainly wasn't selfish, she thought.
But he deserved something.
Debby grinned. She had often wondered what it was like to suck a cock, and here was her opportunity to find out. She would suck him off as he slept! She would give him what he would believe to be a wet dream and she would find out what it was like to drink cum!
Then she would slip back to her own room and leave him with a mystery-if he remembered it at all.
As soon as she thought about doing it, the naughty girl's mouth began to water.
She bent over his belly and pushed her tongue out. She gave the big, velvety heat of his prick a tentative lick. Ohhh! It was delicious, she thought. She looked up, to make sure that he was not starting to wake up, then gave that meaty knob another tonguing.
Dan stirred and muttered, but slept on.
Debby shifted lower and licked his balls.
The flavor was different, not quite as tasty as cockhead but pretty nice in its own right. She began to flutter her tongue up and down his stalk and then, really drooling for it by this time, her taste buds tingling, she slipped her lips over his cockhead and slurped it into her mouth. She began to suck ravenously, eager to pull the jizz from that succulent hunk of meat.
Debby was enjoying cocksucking so much that it was a good two minutes before she became aware of a terrible thing.
His cock was not getting hard!
She had miscalculated! Although he was not too drunk to eat pussy, he was too drunk to get a hard-on. Debby was filled with frustration. She was distressed. Sucking on a soft cock was lovely, but she had so much wanted to feel a big, hard, hot prick in her mouth and to suck the spunk from it.
She renewed her efforts, sucking demandingly on his knob, running her lips up and down the coiled stalk, flashing her tongue around on the big mouthful.
She folded her hand around the root of his shaft and began to jerk it up and down, thinking that the double action of hand and mouth might inspire him.
His cock quivered.
It expanded just a bit, heated slightly, hardened to a scant degree, but it would not turn into the thundering hard-on that, she so desperately wanted to milk.
Debby sucked on her daddy's dick for fifteen minutes-to no avail.
Her jaws were getting tired, her tongue was starting to flag, her wrist and forearm ached from pulling his prick. It was fun, but it was not enough. The flavor of soft cock had whetted her appetite and left her ravenous for the heated version of that meaty feast and the creamy delicacy that would follow.
The frustrated cocksucker sighed.
But she was determined to get a mouthful of jism before the night was over. Her original plan had been to sneak back to her own room but now she saw that she was going to have to wait awhile before she left him. She figured that after he had slept for a while, his potency might return.
It would require perfect timing.
She would have to judge the moment, the time when he lingered on the verge of awakening yet still slumbered. Then she could milk his prick hastily and escape before he woke.
How would she know?
Suppose she were to fall asleep herself? What if his cock suddenly bloomed into a beautiful tower of rock-hard meat-and she slept through it?
She thought about drinking some coffee to help her stay awake through her vigil, taking an exploratory suck on his prick from time to time to see if there was any reaction. But she knew that might prove a long and frustrating night and that by the time his cock was ready to be sacked off she might be too sleepy to enjoy it. Anyhow, she didn't like coffee-it was a damned poor substitute for the precious fluid that she wanted to drink.
Then the clever girl had a brilliant idea!
She would sleep with his cock in her mouth!
It solved the problem perfectly. As soon as his prick began to grow and harden in her mouth, it was certain to wake her up. Then she could proceed to milk it at her leisure and escape from the room before he woke.
Debby was delighted by her cleverness.
She rested her cheek on his hard belly, using it like a pillow, and softly slurped two inches of cockhead and shaft into her greedy mouth.
She sucked lazily.
A prick was a perfect pacifier. The naughty nymph had never been so comfortable in bed before. She slowly inhaled and exhaled on that fat mouthful.
Soon she was soundly asleep.
CHAPTER NINE
The early flight to Florida was only half full and Margie and Raymond had seats to themselves towards the back of the plane. Raymond kept smiling at her in a strange way. Margie wondered about that. In fact, she wondered about several aspects of his behavior since she had returned to his apartment the evening before. He seemed to have changed now that he had her to himself in this semi-permanent arrangement.
For one thing, he had refused to fuck her. He had sucked her cunt all night long, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm and then, when his tongue was raw and his jaw was tired, he had produced a dildo-a big rubber dick-and he had fucked her ass with that.
But when she begged him to give her his cock, he refused, looking mysterious.
"I'm saving my cum up for something special," he told her. "I want to have a huge load built up for tomorrow."
And plead as she would, Raymond steadfastly refused to use his prick on her cunt or in her mouth.
His whole attitude had altered.
Margie had usually taken the initiative in their sex, in the past. He had always been willing to do whatever she wanted, to let her dominate. Now he seemed to want to play the dominant role, himself-almost a slave and master sort of situation. She supposed it was because he had her in his keeping now, because she did not have to return home to her husband. He felt that he possessed her. Margie wasn't sure she cared for his new attitude at all.
The stewardess was a bouncy, sexy blonde.
She had given Raymond a big smile when she served them drinks and when he summoned her again Margie assumed he wanted another drink.
But he requested a blanket.
The plane was warm. What on earth did he want with a blanket? Margie wondered.
But the stewardess grinned understandingly. "Going to join the Mile High Club?" she asked.
"Precisely," said Raymond.
The stewardess went to get the blanket. "What's this Mile High Club?" Margie asked.
"You'll see, darling," Raymond said, grinning.
The blonde attendant returned and handed Raymond the blanket, still smiling.
"Have fun," she said.
"Are you a member?" he asked.
"Oh yes. I'm a charter member-I do pilots," she said. She gave Margie a big wink and moved away.
Raymond spread the blanket out over his lap.
"Well?" Margie asked.
"This is what I've been saving up my jism for," he told her. "I've never joined the club before and I wanted to do it in style."
"Do what?"
"Get blowed in the air," he said.
Margie gasped.
"You don't think that I'm going to go down on you right here on the airplane?"
"You assuredly are, my dear."
"I will not! What if someone notices?"
"That's what the blanket is for, Margie-to satisfy your seemly modesty."
"But-they'll still know, if they see the blanket bobbing up and down!"
"That's part of the fun," he said. "It makes the other passengers jealous."
Margie was astounded at this idea. In a way it had great appeal-the charm of depravity.
But she was already blushing as she considered it. It would be mortifying if someone saw. The stewardess already knew and that was bad enough. How could she bring her head out from under that blanket afterwards, if everyone else knew what she had been doing under it?
"Wait until we get to Florida," she said.
"Do it now!"
"And if I don't?"
He grinned but his eyes were cold.
"In that case, I expect the stewardess will."
"Oh!" she cried, jealous before the fact. Was he serious? Margie knew what a lovely load he would have stored up by that time and she certainly didn't want any damned stewardess to get to swallow it.
"Well ... " she said, doubtfully. "Promise that you'll be quiet if I do it? You won't moan or thrash around or anything that will draw attention to it?"
"Of course not," Raymond said-but his strange smile had become a smirk.
Margie decided to do it and as soon as she made that decision she began to like the idea. Perversion had a certain quality that appealed to her nature and it was only right that a woman-like Margie join the. Mile High Club. It would certainly be a wonderful thing to tell her husband, when she got back! Dan would have a hard-on for a week, when she described how she had given a blow job on the airplane!
Little did Margie know that that was going to be the least of the things that she would have to tell, after that week in Florida?
At the Cartwright house, Debby was sound asleep with her mouth stuffed full of her dad's dick, and on the airplane Debby's mother slipped her head under the blanket and discovered that Raymond's big prick was already sticking out from his pants and that it was hard as a stone.
This wasn't a bad idea at that!
She began to suck with pleasure on the fat knob, anticipating the load of cum to follow and pleased now that Raymond had stored it up overnight.
The blanket rose and fell. Muffled, moist slurpings could be heard from under it.
Two seats ahead, a big, bald fellow turned around.
Raymond and this man had exchanged a sign as they boarded the plane, a secret club sign about which Margie knew nothing, and now Raymond nodded to the fellow. The man grinned and got up. His pants were sticking out with his hard-on, for he had been playing with his prick in expectation of this moment. Members of this arcane club were always known to be generous, and the big stranger was traveling alone. The man came down the aisle.
This movement did not escape the eye of the sexy blonde stewardess, and it gave her such a vicarious thrill that she went into the cockpit and swallowed the pilot's cock.
The stranger slid into the seat next to Margie.
He and Raymond shook hands and mouthed silent introductions, as the blanket went steadily up and down between them.
Then the stranger produced his prick.
It was not as long as Raymond's, but it was long enough and plenty thick and Raymond nodded approvingly.
The man pulled part of the blanket over his lap.
Raymond reached under and took Margie gently by the head. He lifted her face off his prick. Margie, unaware that they were now in company, tried to get back down on that succulent feast, whimpering with frustration.
"Give it to me," she hissed. "Damn you! I'm hungry for your prick!"
Raymond, gently but forcefully, moved her head.
Then he lowered her head and a cock slipped into her mouth and she began to suck automatically.
How in hell did Raymond manage to switch seats so fast? she wondered. She supposed that he had done it so that they would be concealed better. How thoughtful of him! She sucked merrily away. Raymond's cock didn't seem as large as it usually was, but it was tasty as could be and she gobbled away, eager to drink his spunk.
Suddenly her mouth was filled with cream. She gulped it down hungrily, a little disappointed that he had not hosed her with a bigger wad, considering how long he had been saving it up.
The cock began to soften in her lips.
Raymond said, "Finished?"
"Not unless you are," Margie said, for she naturally assumed he was talking to her.
But the stranger, a contented smile on his face, nodded his reply.
Once again, Raymond lifted Margie's head and shifted it across.
Going down, she found his cock to be huge once again, and hard as a nail. How in hell did he manage to change seats that way, without her noticing? And why had his cock got smaller for awhile?
She supposed it must have something to do with the air pressure or the altitude.
But she was delighted to find it ready for more sucking, and suck she did. All of a sudden, he blew such a gout of jism into her throat that her head was blown right off his knob and the blanket fell off ... And Margie realized what had happened! "My God!" she cried. "You...."
But he dragged her head down again and fucked up into her mouth and poured another mighty load into her head-that lovely load to which she had been looking forward.
It tasted so good that, despite the circumstances, Margie simply had to keep sucking until he was dry as a bone.
"I want to thank you, ma'am," the stranger said.
Margie glared at him.
"I'll never forgive you for this," she said to Raymond, her eyes flashing with anger.
He grinned disarmingly.
"Nonsense. You loved it," he told her.
Her anger faded away then. She had, in fact, loved it. She never would have done it, had she known-but sucking off two men at once certainly was pleasant and tasty.
She managed to smile.
"Well-if it doesn't bother you ... " she said. "We're going to have lots of fun in Florida, darling," he told her, suggestively.
"If you expect me to blow any man you choose...."
"Then blow them, you will," he finished for her.
Margie stared at him in amazement. She had never realized the extent of his depravity. Despite her mortification's at having sucked a mystery prick, she was suddenly filled with lust at the thought of blowing half the population of Miami. If it didn't bother Raymond, why should she mind?
She said, "If that's what you want, Raymond."
"It is. And other things."
Margie couldn't imagine what those other things might be but she was eager to find out.
Oh, what a holiday this was going to be!
Raymond turned to the stranger.
"Have you noticed any other club members on board?" he asked the satisfied-looking fellow.
"Why, yes. Two others, now that you ask."
"Would you be kind enough to issue invitations?"
"Sure thing," said the man.
He left his seat and wept down the row.
Margie gaped at Raymond. Raymond gave her a reassuring smile. After a moment a tall, thin man came and sat down beside them. Raymond and he shook hands. They ignored Margie. Then the man opened his fly and hauled his cock out. It was a nice cock, one of those types that taper all the way from root to tip and seemed to be designed for prying into tight places-like virgin ass-holes, for instance. Margie stared at it, wondering if she should put her foot down in refusal or her head down in submission. But then, as she looked, a blob of tasty-looking spunk oozed from that tapered cockhead and it was enough to convince the cum-hungry adulteress that she might as well make the most of this bizarre situation.
She blew the tall fellow and enjoyed it.
When the next man took his place beside her, Margie had fallen into the routine and she never hesitated for a moment before she went down on him.
This fellow was not as potent as the others, and instead of spurting into her mouth he merely oozed out a bubbling trickle, hardly a mouthful at all. But Margie didn't mind, because by then she was so full of cum that she felt as if she could float, like a balloon, without needing the airplane at all. For once in her life, she had had enough cum.
But Raymond had become inspired again, as he watched her milk those pricks and, after all, he was her lover and she had a certain obligation to him.
Margie sucked Raymond off again.
He poured a rope of jism into her mouth, and by the time she finished swallowing it she felt that she could not drink another drop.
But she didn't have to, then.
All that cocksucking took time. By the time she finished milking Raymond's mighty prick for the second time, they were no longer performing the rites of the club, for they were no longer over a mile high-they were landing in Miami.
It was a bumpy landing, because the blonde stewardess was sucking on the pilot's prick like a vacuum cleaner and brought him off just as they touched down. But he was a skilled flyer and brought them down safely, if with some discomfort. By the time Raymond and Margie left the plane, the stewardess was at the door, and she gave them a big wink and poked out the tip of her pink tongue, upon which pilot cum glistened. It had been quite a flight.
Raymond and Margie went out into the Florida sunshine-and into the shadow of total depravity....
CHAPTER TEN
like a dragon awakening in a cave, the great cock began to stir in Debby's mouth. It had lain dormant through the night. Now, with early light blocking patterns on the wall, it came to life in that oral lair, ready once again to go into the world and devour maidens, slay knights, terrify the populace with its fiery snout. Dan was still asleep, but the effects of the alcohol he'd swilled down had left him, and his prick woke before his brain-for his brain rested only in a hard skull, while his cock was bedded in soft, warm mouth. It was small wonder that his prick renounced the world of slumber first.
The knob began to expand while, at the other end, linked by the fat stalk, his balls started to fill with cream. Debby's head still rested on his belly. She had retained his prick in her mouth throughout the night, but the shaft had been soft and pliable, bending this way and that as she mouthed it in her sleep. Now that shaft began to straighten. Inexorably, remorselessly, it broadened and grew hard and stiffened into a rod. Since one end of the rod was in her mouth and the shortest distance between two points is a straight line, his stiffening prick began to slide right back into her throat. Lodging there, it moved her head higher up his belly, like a crowbar lifting a stone.
Debby frowned in her sleep.
Her lips pulled on his prick and her tongue began to stir sluggishly around it. Half-awake, she was convinced that she must be dreaming-and a wonderful dream it was, too. She was dreaming that she had a mouthful of cock meat, hard, hot and juicy, all set to be milked.
She was trying very hard not to wake up. She wanted very much to finish that dream, to swallow the phantom jism of her dream-lover before dreary reality took its place in her life.
She was losing the battle.
Damn! She was waking up.
But strangely enough, as sleep left her, that dream-cock seemed to become more concrete, more real. How could that be? An incubus could not exist in the waking world. Yet bigger, it got, and harder. It got hotter. It was starting to throb and pulse, stuffing her mouth brimful of the tasty texture of seething prick.
Her eyes still closed, she moved her head back and forth, drawing the collar of her lips up and down on the shaft. Yes, concrete was the word for it.
Debby opened one eye.
Then both eyes snapped open wide.
Where was she? What wondrous prick was this that came to her in her sleep?
She took a long, slow suck, as if to identify that cock by taste and texture. But hew could she identify it, since she had never before had a cock in her mouth?
Except-My God!-Daddy!
Debby remembered in a flash what she had done the night before. What had ever possessed her? She had taken a drink, and she had been ever so horny, but to risk being discovered doing that! How had she dared?
Then she thought: My God, is he awake?
She was afraid to move. She lay with her cheek on his belly and his great cock linking her lips to his balls, trembling with dread-yet still sucking softly away on the tasty hunk of cockmeat.
Her hair was the same color as her mother's. She knew that as long as her father could see her only from the back, he would probably believe her to be Margie. But how could she disengage without revealing her identity?
Nor did she want to disengage-not until she had finished giving him that blow job!
She sneaked a look up at his face. Reluctant to remove that savory prick from her mouth even for a moment, she turned her head down and sideways, hovering over his loins and pulling his prick straight up with her as she looked with one eye at her father.
Thank God! He was still sleeping.
Now she could escape safely and leave him to the mystery of why he had mistakenly supposed that his wife had come to him in the night.
But she still wanted to blow him.
She looked up again. Was he sound asleep? He seemed to be. His lips were slack, his breathing regular. If she worked quickly, she could probably milk his prick and still escape before he woke. Her mind darted wildly about, seeking flaws in her scheme. Well, there was one. If he thought he had a wet dream, would he not wonder where the congealing residue of that dream had gone? But Debby could solve that problem, if she wasn't too greedy. After she had had her fill of that drink-on-a-stick, she could let a little of that precious stuff dribble out onto his belly and balls. She had to remember, though-she knew how hard it would be not to swallow every drop.
Determined, now, the lewdlette began to suck steadily, her lips dragging demandingly up his prick as she worked to bring him quickly to a creamy conclusion.
She recalled sucking on his soft prick, the night before. It was infinitely better, now that it was hard and hot and held promise of coming. She used her tongue against the underside of the stalk, she hollowed in her cheeks around his knob, her lips compressed as they slid up and down. Giving head, she realized, was just the same as jerking off or eating cunt-a girl knew just how to go about it by instinct. But it was lots better than hand-jobs or cunt sucking, too, she thought. She never, in the future, wanted to go for too long a time without having a mouthful of prick.
A slight trickle of slippery spunk ran onto her tongue from his ballooning cockhead.
Ohhh! It drove the girl wild.
She began sucking with doubled concentration, ever so eager to have him fill her mouth with the full load of his cock and balls.
Just as Debby thought she had been dreaming, when she first awakened, so did Dan think the same. It puzzled him. Married to oversexed Margie, Dan had not experienced a wet dream in years-yet this dream definitely gave promise of being very wet, indeed.
His eyes were still closed. He was trying to figure out the elements that made up the dream. But the dream lacked a history. He could not recall dreaming of any particular woman, any place or time, even any sexual act. It had form without substance. He had never experienced a dream like that before and it troubled him. What caused the sensation? Had he-Good Lord!-been dreaming of deviate behavior, say? Was he dreaming that his cock was in a cunt, a mouth, an ass-hole?
Was he, in fact, dreaming at all?
Dan opened his eyes.
He saw that mane of auburn hair moving slowly up and down on his belly and he remembered, then, that his wife had returned. He remember that she had sat on his face and creamed in his mouth, sometime in the night.
Dan smiled happily.
He began to shift his hips, fucking up into her mouth with leisurely strokes, in no hurry whatsoever to end this lovely act-this return of pleasure that she was giving him, payment for his own mouthing in the night. He sighed softly. That auburn head, stiffened and, for a moment, the rhythm of the sucking was broken.
Dan reached down and placed his hand behind her head, urging her gently to continue.
"Ummmm, don't stop, Margie," he whispered. "I want to come in your mouth...."
And that was what she wanted, too.
Only it wasn't Margie....
Debby didn't know what to do.
As long as she kept her back to him, she was fairly safe, but she couldn't very well stay there forever. As soon as she had emptied his prick the terrible truth was going to become known. What excuse could she use? Was there such a thing as sleep-cocksucking? Could she perhaps suck him off with such tremendous fulfillment that he sank directly back into a stupor from the effort?
Delaying the horrible moment of discovery, she slowed the tempo, sucking lazily. That suited Dan, who liked a nice long blowjob rather than a quickly concluded one, and he altered his movements to hers, his loins sluggishly pushing his prick into her mouth.
He tilted his head and shoulders to the side.
Debby felt the movement and realized why he was shifting his position. He wanted to see what she was doing, to add a visual thrill to the sensation, to watch her lips pull up and down on his prick.
How could she block his vision, maintain her masquerade? She thought fast. There was only one way, she had to somehow blindfold him, bury his head. And the only thing she had with which to bury his head was-her crotch!
She swung her ass and hips around in a long arc, threw her knee across his head and lowered her cunt onto his eager upturned face.
Father and daughter, they began to sixty-nine.
Prolonging the act, Debby paused from time to time, letting his prick cool a bit before she resumed sucking on it-but she knew that she was merely prolonging the inevitable. Eventually he was going to come, and she wanted that, but after he came he was going to find out the truth. Debby was a very distraught young lady.
But as Dan's skillful tongue worked on her cunt, she began to feel so hot and so wonderful that some of her dread left her, chased away by rising lust.
The eventual discovery would be terribly embarrassing, to say the least, but since it was inevitable, she figured that she might as well enjoy the sucking as long as she could.
His cockhead was flowing steadily now, washing her tongue with soothing spunk in preliminary dosage. The lovely stuff ran around in her cheeks, hung from the roof of her mouth, seeped into her throat and ran, like fine brandy, down her gullet. It was the most delicious stuff she had ever tasted, better even than Sandy's cunt juice, and it was drugging the oversexed girl, causing her to forget the reality of the situation, the discovery soon to be made.
"Unghhh," she gasped, as his cockhead filled her throat as she swallowed all of it, then, "Ahhhh," as her lips pulled back up the fat stalk.
She wanted his cum so desperately that she forgot all about her position, her deception.
"Come," she whimpered. "Come in my mouth...."
But her voice, muffled on his prick, did not identify her to the horny man-he still thought that his daughter was his wife. It was, after all, just the sort of thing that Margie would have said-to Dan and to everyone else. As he thought about his wife saying that to other men, he got even hotter and began to plow into her throat.
He groaned.
Debby felt his cock and balls expand as his orgasm drew close. She pushed her mouth down his prick, slurping through every inch-and was rewarded by a mouthful of cum so vast that it overflowed her lips in a deluge.
She gulped the sweet stuff down voraciously and sucked for more, pulling wad after wad of heavy cream from his thundering prick, drinking the precious nectar ravenously.
As she experienced the joys of cum drinking, the girl's own climax ripped through her belly and her cunt melted in her father's mouth.
Spurting load after load of jism out from his prick, Dan sucked the cunt juice from her pussy. They both came for a long time, pleasured at both ends, drinking cum as they poured cum out, wallowing together in ecstasy.
But, at last, it had to come to an end.
The last oily ribbons of her climax flowed into Dan's eager mouth.
She pulled the last drops of spunk from his cockhead.
As she drew her lips away, that mighty prick swayed, but remained rampant. That was promising. Maybe he would let her suck him off again, thus prolonging the moment of discovery and adding to the pleasure for which, in the end, she would have to pay. As long as she remained seated on his face, she was safe. He could not see who she was when his whole face was plastered with pussy.
She began to suck on his cock again.
Dan let her do it for a moment, lazily moving his hips from side to side as her head went up and down.
But then he said, "Let's fuck now, darling."
Oh boy! thought the girl. Here it comes!
She wondered, with desperate and disillusioned hope, if he might fuck her from the back without making the dread identification, but even as she thought of that she knew it was ridiculous.
There was no escape.
Debby had danced and now she would have to pay the piper. like a piper, herself, she gave his big pipe a final sucking, getting as much pleasure from it as she could, before the disgrace. She went all the way down on it, her nose brushing his belly, paused, and then drew her lips very slowly up to the cockhead, paused again, slurping on the delicious slab of meat, then drew her mouth away, with a sigh.
She sat up.
She was still sitting on his face, sliding around on her slippery crotch. She figured it would be easier if she didn't have to look him in the eye.
"There's something you don't know, Daddy," said the naughty girl.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Dan was in a state of shock.
Debby sat with her eyes lowered, wondering what she should say or do and knowing that there was nothing at all that could justify her behavior.
Still, she had to try.
She said, "It wasn't really my fault."
"My God," he murmured. "My own daughter-sitting on my face and sucking my cock!"
Debby thought that he sounded more amazed than angry. Her hopes rose.
"I'm not really a cocksucker, though," she said. "I never sucked so much as a single cock before."
He eyed her balefully.
"And I'm still a virgin," she added.
"Then, why?" he asked.
Again she noted that there was no anger in his tone, that he seemed more puzzled than anything else-and again her hopes rose up.
She said, "I heard you and Mom talking yesterday-about her having a lover and all...."
Dan turned pale.
Debby, clever girl that she was, realized that she had a chance to take the offensive-to mitigate her own sins by playing up the situation that had caused them.
"And I saw you suck her cunt," she said.
Dan's mouth worked but no sound came out.
"And fuck her."
He turned his face away, then immediately looked back at his nubile daughter.
"And I heard you talk about having a threesome with other men and women."
"I see," said Dan, his voice hollow.
"So that's why I was so horny that I just couldn't help getting into bed with you. Then I got sort of carried away. I felt sorry for you, because Mom is an adulteress-and I felt so awfully horny-and you have such a lovely prick and I saw how good you gave head to Mom and...."
"Enough!" Dan groaned.
But Debby was getting carried away with the offensive and she said, "And I had been frustrated all day, because I jerked a jogger off in the park and then he ran away without finger fucking me-and that was the first jogger I ever jerked off, too, because I've always been chaste before. Then I went over to Sandy's and we got fooling around and I wound up eating her cunt out-but then she wouldn't eat me, the bitch. I'd never even thought about eating cunt, before, but after I heard Mom talking about it-well, you can see that it wasn't really my fault, Daddy."
Dan nodded slowly.
Then, to her great relief, he grinned.
"Why, yes-I can certainly see that," he said. "You must take after your mother, Debby. And you are old enough to fuck and suck," he chuckled. "That's really ironic, though. You sucked a cunt before your mother has! She'd sure be jealous, if she knew."
"You gonna tell her?" Dan shrugged. "About you and I, I mean?"
"I don't think she'd mind so very much."
"Was-was what we did incest, Daddy?" Dan thought about it.
"I guess so," he said.
"But you didn't fuck me," she said. "Ummm. But I think that oral incest is still incest," Dan told her. Debby smiled slightly, questioningly. Dan raised his eyebrows. She said, "Well, if we have already committed incest, I don't suppose it would take any more wicked if we were to fuck, would it?"
Dan took a deep, breath.
His prick, which had softened somewhat during the conversation, expanded just as if it were directly connected to his lungs and that deep breath had filled it.
"Are you really a virgin?" he asked. "Yes-but I don't want to be."
"Your mother will be gone all week," he said.
"And we'll have lots of time for fucking," Debby added. "If you want to."
Dan's eyes ran over the nubile girl. She really was a lovely little nymphette and Dan was a horny fellow and what the hell was incest, anyhow?
His prick was throbbing.
He had a little inhibition left, but not much. He thought of suggesting that they spend the whole week sucking each other off, instead of fucking, but he knew that would not work. They were certain to get carried away and screw before the week ended. So either they must decide that they would do no more sucking, or they must decide to do it all.
Debby was gazing at him, her tongue sliding across her lips, her eyes questioning. She could see that her daddy was considering it. She had already considered it and she wanted nothing more than to fuck him and, like her mother, she knew the value of erotic talk.
She said, "I did so love sucking your cock-and drinking your cum-and your tongue was so wonderful that I just know your cock would be heavenly."
It worked.
"Fuck, we shall," said Dan.
And fuck they did.
Dan screwed her in the missionary position, the first time. It seemed appropriate, under the circumstances-Debby being a virgin and a daughter, to boot. He poured the pork to her tenderly, breaking her in without pain-her fingers had long since readied her cunt for a cock. She found out that she was well suited for fucking as she folded her slim legs around his hips and humped with him. When he came and she felt his jism rush into her cunt, she came right with him.
They rested for a short time-very short.
Then Dan demonstrated the pleasures of fucking doggy style, with Debby kneeling on the bed while he knelt behind her trim ass and pounded the pecker up her twat with gusto holding her by the hipbones and hauling her back onto his cock like a boot onto a foot.
Debby decided that dogs were pretty lucky. When he filled her cunt with cum, once again she creamed with him.
They rested again-a bit longer.
Debby did a bit of lazy cock licking while she waited, soon inspiring Dan to a new hard-on-upon which she sat. She went up and down on his prick, twisting her hips as she set the pace and, in due course, her clutching cunt sucked another geyser from his cock and creamed on that thrusting rod as it filled her brimful of meat and cream.
Debby couldn't decide which style of fucking she enjoyed the most.
"Let's try them all again," she suggested.
They had all week.
They tried them all again and again-and a few other variations, as well.
Debby never did decide which style of screwing she liked best. But it was a moot point. She liked sucking, as well, and when after two days her father pushed his prick gently up her ass-hole she thought: Gee! That's nice.
On the fourth day, Sandy came over.
Sandy had so much enjoyed Debby's tongue that she was grievously disappointed when Debby did not return for a subsequent snack of cunt. So she subdued her pride and called upon the lovely little cuntsucker.
Sandy was disappointed to find Debby's father home.
Then she was shocked when Debby, grinning mischievously, said, "I told Daddy about how I ate your pussy."
Sandy blushed and looked at Dan.
But Dan grinned at her and Sandy realized that there was to be no castigation, no recrimination-but something a whole lot better.
Dan watched.
He was amused by the irony of it. His unfaithful wife and he had never been in a threesome, although they intended to, and now here he was in a threesome with his daughter, instead. Oh, how envious Margie would be when he told her-if he told her. He thought it likely that he would.
Now he sat beside the bed, a keen observer.
Sandy and Debby were both naked. Sandy was nervous and shy but Debby, after her experiences of the last few days, was bold. She played with Sandy's pussy and sucked on her tits and then she slid down and, as Dan leaned over to get a closer look, began to suck Sandy's cunt. It was the most thrilling sight that Dan had ever known. He watched his daughter's hot tongue vanish up that creamy slot, he saw her lips suck on Sandy's clit and, in a short while, he saw Debby drinking a load of cunt juice.
Sandy was in no hurry to leave.
Dan fucked her from the back while Debby crouched between her legs and gave them both head at the same time, sucking on Sandy's clit, licking her father's balls, fitting her lips to his stalk so that he was fucking right through her mouth as he ran his cock into Sandy's snatch. Dan came in Sandy's pussy.
Debby sucked it all right back out again, blended with cunt-juice to create the tastiest sauce she had ever swallowed.
Then both girls blew Dan, together.
He reclined on his back, his cock a tower of thundering meat rising high above his loins and the girls curled up on either side and took turns sucking on his cockhead, neither being greedy, having a few delicious slurps and then graciously moving aside so that the other could have a taste.
When Dan came, they shared his jism as they had shared his prick. They milked him dry and then, when both girls had a mouthful of cum, they kissed each other, letting the succulent cream wash back and forth from mouth to mouth.
Kissing Debby that way got Sandy so hot that, despite her previous protestations of heterosexuality, she simply had to move down and give Debby's cunt some tonguing.
She liked it so much that she wondered why she had ever balked at such a pure pleasure.
Sandy came to call several times during the rest of the week....
But finally, the week was ended. Debby and Dan-and presumably Sandy-were saddened by the quick passage of time.
"We can still fuck when Mom isn't home, can't we?" Debby asked, almost in tears at the thought that she would no longer have her father's prick all to herself.
But Dan grinned. "Of course," he said. Then he winked at her, "And when she is, too."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Margie came in, carrying her suitcase. She looked exhausted and flushed and excited and thrilled, all at the same time. Dan was waiting in the front room, a half smile on his face and half a hard-on in his pants.
Margie kissed him lovingly.
She looked around.
"Is Debby home?" she asked.
"No," he said. "I sent her out-I was eager to hear all about your vacation."
"I'll bet you were," said Margie, with a lascivious smile. "And I've been eager to tell you all about it, too, darling-it was even more exciting than I'd supposed."
"I have something exciting to tell you, too."
"Oh?"
"But you first."
"All right. But-let's take our clothing off, first ... " She was already undressing as she spoke. "I want to be all ready to fuck as soon as I've told you about all the things that happened to me."
Dan started to undress, as well. "That Raymond showed his true colors," Margie said. "He turned out to be a terrible pervert!"
"Is that a fact?"
"He didn't even wait until we got to Florida. He made me blow three men on the airplane!"
Dan was opening his fly. His cock swelled so greatly at her words that the zipper jammed. Margie removed her bra, arching, her big tits stiff tipped.
She said, "I didn't mind, though. It was awfully wicked and awfully exciting, too. The whole week-well, I've done the most shameful things, darling. And I loved them. But I was ashamed, too. It was a terrible paradox, wanting to do those degrading, disgusting things-doing them, getting so horny I was willing to submit to whatever he wanted and at the same time hating myself for my weakness."
She looked closely at her husband, judging his reactions. Dan just smiled. They were both naked now and they sat down on the couch.
Margie said, "I'll tell you all about what I did-but I've really got it out of my system, now. From now on, I'm going to be a faithful wife."
"Except for threesomes?"
Margie grinned.
"Yes, I still want that," she said. "Is that the exciting thing you have to tell me? Have you arranged a threesome for us?"
"Later," he said. "Tell me about Florida." Margie snuggled up to him, kissing him on the corner of the mouth. She rested one hand, open, on his cock, rubbing the hard flesh up and down but not gripping it.
She said, "I've committed every sin and every perversion imaginable!"
"Not quite," Dan said.
"You couldn't have committed incest," he said.
"Well, everything but," Margie said. She wondered why he was being so logical. Of course she could not have committed incest-why bother to mention it.
She said, "First off, as soon as we got to the hotel, Raymond invited half a dozen men to our room and he made me fuck them all. Well, he didn't exactly make me-I wanted to, once I got started. But that was just the beginning of it. He kept finding more men. Even after my pussy was too tired to fuck, he kept a steady stream of men coming-and they kept coming steady streams of jism. God, I drank so much cum I must have gained ten pounds!" She looked at Dan. He nodded, smiling in approval. Margie figured she was certainly fortunate to have such an understanding husband.
"Three of them fucked me up the ass," she said.
Dan's prick ballooned in her hand. He began to massage her tits and she stroked his cock.
"Then three of them took me at the same time," Margie went on, her expression dreamy as she recalled the scene. "One of them lay on his back and I sat on his prick." She gave Dan's prick a loving squeeze. "Then another one slipped his cock up my ass and a third stuck his cock in my mouth, so I was stuffed with prick in all possible places. They almost tore me apart when they humped into me. I was being tossed around like a rag doll, like a bone between three dogs...."
Margie gave her tolerant husband a strange look.
Dan groaned with lust.
Margie kissed him on the lips, her mouth open, her tongue flaring out-kissing him.
She leaned down then and sucked his cock for a moment.
Her voice husky with passion, she said, "I liked it, too. I loved it, darling!"
Dan had began fingering her cunt. They were squirming together, both more than ready to fuck but both wanting to finish the tale of the Florida vacation, first.
"Raymond found a lesbian for me, later. A big bull dyke, with tattooos. I sucked her cunt for hours."
"Any more?" he said, again, seething with this wealth of erotic stimulation.
"She fucked me with a dildo."
"More!"
Margie bent to give his prick another slurp. She said. "And Raymond took photographs of everything!" she trembled. "They are the most disgusting pictures you can imagine. They show all the details, so plainly, you can see the cum running over my tongue and down my chin...."
"I'd like to see them," Dan said.
Margie grinned.
"You can," she said. "Raymond was very thoughtful-he gave me the pictures."
"Show me!"
Margie opened her handbag and took the photos out. She hadn't lied. They were as detailed as she'd claimed. She sucked on Dan's prick while he looked at the pictures of his wife with clusters of men. Cum ran down her chin and down, her thighs and out of her ass-hole. He stared at her lips as they pulled on cocks, her pussy as it was stuffed full of dick and huge dildo.
"And I loved it all," she said.
Dan heaved.
His cock spurted into her mouth and Margie gulped it down gleefully, pleased at how much her words-and those photos-had aroused him.
His cock stayed perfectly hard.
He drew her onto the couch beside him, fondling her tits, stroking, her cheek.
"So you finally got to suck a cunt," he said.
"Ummm ... and I want to suck a cunt for you, darling-while you watch."
"That can be arranged."
"Have you arranged it?" she asked, trembling, her pussy on fire.
Dan nodded, smiling.
He said, "A sweet young pussy-a young girl who loves to suck cunt and to be sucked-and to fuck, too."
"Have you-had her, Dan?"
"Yes," he said.
"Often?"
"Every day-since you left. I've had her cunt and her mouth and her ass-hole-and you can, too."
"Oh! I wish she were here right now!"
"She is," said Dan.
Debby had been listening at the door and as Dan announced her, she walked in, stark naked and hot as a volcano. Margie gasped, thinking that their daughter might have overheard their conversation-not realizing the truth.
Then she saw that Debby was naked. Margie looked at Dan. She looked at Debby.
Margie was so stunned that the truth did not dawn on her for several moments.
