Sexual experiences and conflict abound in this novel, just as they do in contemporary life, according to psychiatrists, sociologists and psychologists. For this reason, we believe the novel is both an instrument of entertainment and social learning, especially in the matter of the step-mother in this story.
Step-mothers have always occupied a unique place in literature and in life. Cybil, the step-mother character in this work, is even more unique. For one thing, she becomes involved in torrid sexual affairs with her step-son. By law, despite the fact that the two are not blood relatives, the affairs amount to incest. And incest is one of the most taboo areas of sexuality in America today. This alone creates conflict.
We mention, even stress, at times, the conflict between characters of a novel. There is a valid reason. Conflict is what creates plot and excitement in literature-it is what develops for you, the reader, an exciting reading experience.
It is dramatically present in this work.
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CHAPTER ONE
It was one huge motherfucker of an estate that sat high above Strawberry Canyon. There were rolling green lawns, two tennis courts, indoor-outdoor swimming pool. The house sat like a nipple on the crest of a tit-shaped hill and before it there was a wide swooping driveway circling down to the main road. There was a pond with lily pads and peacocks and swans. To one side of the house were the servants' quarters over a five-car garage. Parked along the driveway were Ferraris, a Lancia convertible, two Cadillac limousines and a host of old Volkswagens. There were monstrous trees surrounding the entire estate, which gave the flavor of New England. Far below lay the beautiful U.C. Berkeley campus.
Dorie Johnson and Marilyn Davis sat in one of the used Volkswagens, while Marilyn gave Dorie time to gather her courage. Dorie lit a cigarette and nervously asked, "Who owns this place? I never knew it was here."
"An upperclassman, Harry Horsesnagle. His folks left this pad to him. He's also the chairman of the E.X.P.T. Freedom League."
"I remember now. He's a real asshole. He got busted by the Berkeley police for jacking off on Telegraph Avenue."
"The same. And listen, Dorie, don't be a tight-ass bitch tonight. It's the end of the semester-summer vacation is here, let's have some fun, huh?"
Just as Dorie had suspected, there were mostly hippie types inside the party-the new breed. The sound of their chatter seemed to indicate they were all pretty heavy into their political beliefs. After being introduced to the host, Dorie hurriedly grabbed up a drink to have something to do with her hands. Marilyn stood beside her rattling off (Dorie would kill her if she walked off and left her stranded with all these strangers; she would never forgive her) at the mouth, pretending to be as hip as the others were.
For a while Dorie, Marilyn, and the hostess, a girl named Christina, stood there in the front room and chatted. Christina had been smoking a joint and she passed it to Marilyn, and it finally came around to Dorie.
The conversation was a little different than from what Dorie expected. Christina had a mind, and she was into politics, the Women's Liberation thing, and generally not lingering on balling too much, almost as if fucking was the same as having a cocktail with dinner. These girls seemed truly concerned with opening up their minds. Dorie felt hope, because it was not every day she found another female who went into herself. It was not often that she could find anyone to talk to except Marilyn, her roommate. She began to feel better about the whole thing, but there were some heavy questions she would like to lay on these two liberated, sex-starved females. But she would find out all she wanted to know about each girl there and her character.
While they chatted idly, Dorie looked Christina over, doing it without distracting from their conversation. Christina was an exquisite-looking, tall, voluptuous brunette. She had a gift of projecting her warm personality, and the warmth was contagious. Her figure was well-proportioned with the height and slenderness of a fashion model-lovely tits and rounded, flowing hips. For the time being, she had on a straight dress, short and with a most revealing deep neckline. It was similar to the one Dorie was wearing, only Dorie had selected a shift. She loved the way it felt so sensual over her skin, how slippery the material was, and it was easy to wear. It was short enough, and roomy enough, just in case she should happen, as she hoped, to get into any compromising positions.
Then the party started. They had meditation for twenty minutes, and suddenly, everybody was in love with everybody else. It seemed to Dorie that everybody was trying desperately not to embarrass anyone there. They were extremely polite and understanding. Maybe it was the grass she was smoking-but things slowed down. Then bang! Some spirit had placed a giant glass over her body, and she isolated herself, slid off into her own thing. She began to hear the voice of her subconscious coming to the forefront of all that was happening at the party. Ideas and thoughts about fucking she had never dreamt would be in her subconscious sent hot tingles over her lush body.
There was a bubbling sensation settling in the mouth of her cunt-hole. It was as if her pussy had suddenly awakened its own subconscious and wanted in on the fun. Then her pussy's thirst became predominant and an ache throbbed in her groin-some randy body had crawled under her skirt, draped himself around both thighs, and was now teasing her cunt to death. It was as though all the dams of cuntal restriction had burst to force the flood, and threaten not only to burst her bubbly pussy-bubble, but split her ass as well. It was too strange and Dorie did not like it. Her bodily functions had turned upside down and the physical need seemed to be pushing her logic into an antiquated little corner. She kept hearing herself saying: I want to fuck, I want to fuck. I want one of these boys to fuck me, bang my pussy and suck on my clitoris.
She sat down quickly, before the lusty feeling ran away with her. Oh, that felt so delicious to sit down. Then she remembered-sitting down sometimes made it worse. She froze and sent out questionnaires throughout her body's computer system and the data-all flashed back positive. Her thighs felt like pillows and her cunt was as hot as if someone was holding a hot poker under her ass. The poker kept gliding smoothly over the lump of her cunt. The long hairy slit frizzled and steamed, heat flying up the inside tunnel. She felt as though she had to take one great big piss.
She crossed her legs and was proud that they were well-formed and shapely. If she must, she could stand up to the competition of the other cunts in this room-giving themselves away. But they were not competing-where did she see anyone competing? It was not like the world outside, they were all sharing in a new kind of sexual philosophy, not easily understood. But they were not phonies; the only phony there was herself. She took another hit on the joint to relieve the paranoia. It only heightened that scorching, I-need-to-be-fucked sensation in her pussy.
Throughout it all she sat calmly, keeping the pasty smile plastered on her face. Then there was something she could not avoid seeing. One of the long-haired hippie girls had been dancing with one of the boys. She had now become a little nymph who enjoyed teasing a man to the point where his cock had to shoot off. Then another boy, thinking that the first needed help to handle her, danced with them. They began to take off her dress and bra. Her precious little tits suddenly came bouncing out all over the place. The boys came up behind her and began dancing suggestively and rubbing their pricks against her naked ass-cheeks and belly.
Dorie blinked her eyes. Yes ... they were stripping down.
Then, alarmingly, there was a tall, good-looking stud who came to stand by Dorie's chair to watch the central attraction. Dorie twitched her ass and locked her eyes on his naked body. She saw his dickmeat and it was as stiff as a ramrod! Oh, my Gawd! What shall I do? Sit still, you creep. You have to be cool like these other people. He's not looking down in your direction anyway. Why should he? Why should he bother with a piece of meat that's half-stale? I'm not that stale, honey. The fuck you're not. You haven't had anything inside your cunt for nearly six months now! What do you call that? I'm just as sexy as any of these gals in here. I could out fuck them all, if I wanted to. That's the trouble, you never want to. I could, if I wanted. You wish, you would-but you won't. You won't, Dorie, because you are just too damn gutless. No guts, no brains, no salt, all cunt and not knowing how to have the best for that either. These people here are real. They love to fuck. They see it as love for their fellow man. You see it as being dirty and that's why your cunt is about to boil over right this instant. Isn't it? Yes, it hurts when I'm this horny. It hurts because you have it shackled to a ball and chain that your stupid father laid on you. You mean that I should fuck? You should fuck as much as your pussy will stand. Yes, but what about Steven? What the fuck do you mean, Steven? Don't think about Steven because you came here wanting something. Now look at that boy's big fuck-joint standing next to you. Oh, hell, go on and look at it! You don't have to gaze all around to see who else is looking-so what if that young cunt saw you stare at his dick?
If you notice, she's looking harder than you are. Look at it. All right! I'm looking at his peewee. Wait a second-why do you call it a peewee? Because it's so little. So? So, it's little. Well, is that important? No, of course not, silly. Don't call me silly, you have the bullshit moralistic hang-up you called it a peewee. Now get it through your mind: It is a prick! And it won't hurt you, dear. It can stuff glorious delight into your vagina. Vagina! That is the little hole just between your pisshole, and above your shithole. Don't let the words and definition turn you around. You do have an asshole-a pussyhole, and pisshole ... and a hole in each ear, and one great big hole you call your mouth. A cock can fuck all these holes. The ear may not turn you on, but the mouth you already know about because you love and adore sucking your husband's cock. The asshole you don't know about because your husband hasn't worked around to that yet. But that too, can be better than having a cock inside your cunt. If you are lucky one of these fine, upstanding, young boys might take the time to show you. Only you are too dumb, Dorie, dear.
Now ... can you look at this kid's penis? Yes! Who said that I couldn't? You called it a peewee a moment ago. I realize now that it is a cock, and designed to make me happy. Why? Because I am vain enough to believe that I am good enough for it. For it? For the cock then. All right, cool-now you are ready to see this kid's peewee. You just called it a peewee. Never mind what I say, or do, don't be biased, because you would rather call it a cock. To me-it's a peewee.
Oh, now wait a minute. Who are you? I am the serpent! You may call me the Devil, if you like. Or some call me the subconscious, and some call me a dickhead! Do you like this boy's cock? Yes, well, no ... it's too puny. I like a big long one. Yes, dear, I know what you like. If you do like his cock-why don't you tell him so? How do I do that? Don't play games with me, tell him. All right I will just sort of look up at him and smile ... and put my finger into my mouth-he will see the finger as a phallic symbol because he is hip. You catch on fast, don't you? I was never behind, stupid Devil!
Could you give his cock a good screw? I don't think so. Why? I like a stronger dick, his dick is not round enough. Why does it have to be round? I like to feel the head pinch into my pussy when I first start to fuck; then I know the man likes me. Hell! the little penis does the same thing, fool! Yes, but the big prickhead leaves no room anywhere. It's so forceful, like an erotic rape. Well, could you kiss this kid's dick and make it large enough? I could do that; I could make that meat big enough, but I don't think he wants to give me much of it.
He doesn't even look in my direction. He likes that young girl, out there with those two boys. Oh, you only think that. He would fuck you to death, but he thinks that age means experience ... and he lacks it. A man hates to think a woman knows more than he, except when he is trying to further his fuck-skills. And isn't that what this kind of party is all about? He would be willing to fuck you, Dorie, if you got off your ass. Look at you! You're sitting there like a bump on a log. You have to let people see how boiling-hot your cunt is. Your clit will not get sucked or played with while you keep it squeezed between your legs. You didn't think I knew about your masturbating when you sat down, did you? Get off your butt! Look around you. Everybody else is about to do their thing, enjoy themselves-and you are going to be left out, sitting here, drooling, making decisions, and denying your pussy a good dick. Fuck somebody! Fuck anybody! Get yourself some!
The young boy moved away from the couch and stood behind Marilyn. Dorie's heart dropped.
You see there, he did like you, but you showed him your cold side. Now he is going to try to fuck your best friend. How are you going to live it down, knowing she brought you to the party and she got a dick up her cunt first? By rights, all the men here should have been on you-like stink on shit-the second you appeared in the doorway. And you know these other cunts have been here before. Which means these guys have fucked them before, and their pussies were good enough to bring them back a second time. Dorie, when was the last time a man came back for seconds for your dried-up cunt? Now look at the way that young bull, with the peewee is giving it to ol' Marilyn (who must have something working for her) and sit here and eat your heart out! You let another woman beat your time. They're all going to beat your time and take all the meat, if you just sit here. Change, baby! Change! Quick, before your snatch dries up!
The boy held Marilyn in a warm bear hug, literally trying to fuck her while standing up. Marilyn was so hot for his cock she was about to piss on herself. She was scrunched up and squirming around like a snake all over the boy's delicious body. Oh, fuck! The boy was feeling all over Marilyn's ass and up her dress.
Dorie sat there wanting to run for the door, and shrinking into the woodwork. There she sat all alone while her so-called friend, Marilyn, danced naked with the boy. It did not take her very long to get out of her clothes. The horny bitch! She was ready for the action. She was practically begging to be fucked now.
Nevertheless, Dorie sat there gawking at all the handsome, sexy bodies dancing before her. She had to shove her legs around the side of the couch, to keep from getting stepped on. Oh, how she wished they would take their naked asses out of her face. She wished she was sober enough to stand up and leave. She had the sickening feeling that she could not stand and she could not sit-she didn't dare move!
She froze, pensive, feeling paranoid. Then in through the door came this charming couple. A white girl and a black fellow. Dorie was shocked to see a black man with this pretty, chestnut-brown-haired girl. She heard someone call the fellow Dick. Every girl in the room felt this black man's presence, and Dorie could not believe her eyes. He was a handsome, muscle-bound lad, and he was really built! He stood six-four and must have weighed about two hundred pounds. He had on white Levi's that fitted tight as hell around his cock. His cock rose on his leg and Dorie swallowed hard when she saw how long it hung down.
The girl with Dick was June Meralina. Dorie knew of the girl's family, they were of the super rich, snobbish, and had never been known to mix outside their social clan. Dorie wondered if they knew about June's running around to orgies with a black stud on her arm. June was short and her fleshy legs were the nicest thing about her. Her face was pretty and sexy, dark eyebrows, long nose, and white, white teeth. She parted her hair in the center and the sides cascaded down over rather broad shoulders, for a girl. At one time she had been a little fatty-cake, but she was now growing good tits and losing her baby fat. The dress she had on was a short, crinkly thing, like, it fit and did not fit. A lot of the younger girls were wearing them this way, short enough to excite, and roomy enough to conceal any fat asses or bulging midriffs.
On June, the dress was wearing her; the material knew just where to pull and catch, showing off June's broad curves and gleaming skin.
Dorie could not help but think this black stud must be really pumping a lot of dick to June. She would even bet that he had one of those monstrous, long cocks they say black guys have. That thought thrilled her in spite of her logical mind erasing, telling her there was no truth to the myths. Still, she wondered....
She became jealous of June, not knowing why. But then again, why should she be, actually? Each woman had the right to fuck any and all men of her choice. That was what the sexual revolution was all about. Still this girl, June, came off as being so happy. Just as though having a black dick to screw every night, did not bother her. And Dorie knew that all blacks were hot-blooded. That meant Dick must have been living in that poor child's pussy, night and day. Then she could see why June was so healthy-looking, and fully formed, with that peaches-and-cream skin texture. June's skin glowed with inner satisfaction, knowing she was getting a whole lot of fucking, if not the best.
Dorie resented her, nevertheless. It was a common thing for a woman to flaunt the fact that her man is superior to any other, in the fucking department, a flaunting never well-received.
Dorie waited impatiently to see if the black man's eye would cast in her direction. Honestly, if she had to fuck, she would, but, but ... he looked, and smiled, as if he was wondering what an old cunt like herself was doing there. That one hurt, she did not care what color he was, he did not like her. He could not see how well she could fuck. Why couldn't he see that? These young cunt-throwers did not know what the fuck they were doing when it came to a dick.
Well, one thing she knew for sure-she could give him a better fuck than young-assed June could. She could just imagine that June, being so young, and liberal, made a big thing out of his being black. She more than likely played over him, and sucked on his monstrous cock. That is not the way she would handle him-she would make that nigger earn his keep. She would make him go flat out each and every day; he would never go back to his black friends and say that he had an easy honky cunt. No, no, she would make sure he never cheated her of that cock.
She crossed her legs to bear down on the horny feeling creeping up through her. She looked through the legs of the dancers, and her eyes spotted a pair of long, slender female buttocks. There were hands over the buttocks, and for one second, Dorie thought she would like to have a set of buttocks in her hands that way. What would it be like to fuck another female? Oh, but not in front of everybody.
There was another couple dancing in front of her now. The guy had dropped his hands, stretching to get into the girl's cunt. She made him continue kissing her mouth while he held her ass with one hand, and fingered her hole with the other. It was easy to see that she was the type of hot-natured bitch who had to know things about herself first. She was selfish, and narcissistic right down to the bone, right down to the lack of buoyancy in the puff of her ass-cheeks. She had developed her body to where there was just enough of everything. Not too much tits, but enough, no stomach visible, and just the right amount of sculpture to make her thighs overflow around her cunt. She was stingy with her pussy, because she was making the guy dancing with her fuck her with his knee. She was a freak for laying her open cunt over guys' thighs while they danced. She literally sucked herself onto his body like a leech: saturating his cock with the oozing heat of her cunt. Then she tenderly rolled her pussy over his fuckshaft as if a great battle had just been won by his over-powering magnificence.
Actually all she was doing was holding down her own fires, at least until it was time to make the cuntal commitment. She was already hot to begin with, and was now fooling him into thinking he was the seducer. They nevertheless found each other. And when he discovered she did have a hot cunt, he revenged himself with demanding, exploring fingers. He worked two fingers into the small pussy, and then stuck his fist in. He gave her a cocked, stiff arm right up her cunt!
She could not bear to watch anymore and not join in. But where could she go? She could not sit there because pretty soon they would call her a square. The bathroom! No one would say anything about her suddenly disappearing if she was searching for the John. She stood up, found her composure and walked unsteadily out of the room.
They would not miss her anyway-not the way they were all going at it now. Everybody was fucking everybody, trading off, and licking out of foreign assholes. She opened the bathroom door and walked smack into more action. Two men with a young girl sandwiched in between them against the wall. One man was bending his head down to get at the girl's titties. And she had some really big, big knockers! When the man bit too hard she would throw back her head and suck air through her teeth.
The other man was behind the girl tripping off on doing weird things to her play-pretties, her asscheeks. He kept stretching out his dick and letting it fall between her butt-mounds. Then he twisted his hips and made his pud strike her on the ass. For a while his prick just thumped on her soft meat-splashing and sounding out how tender her ass was.
They dropped to the floor. Both men were stretched on their sides. The girl's sumptuous body was between, squirming, breathing passionately her cunt-slit boiling hot! She was kissing one man, giving him a whole lot of tongue. Her right leg was wrapped over his hip and her pussy was open for his penis. The other guy was hunching at her ass, and his cock came up under her buttocks. Two cocks were in the girl's cunt-hole, and she took them both with no sweat.
Dorie began to get turned on. Just to see those pricks equally as stiff (one cock would have filled up the little girl's twat) sticking in her vagina, and knowing that a pussy is only three inches. Wow! First one man would pump his dick to her, his rod colliding with the other man's. Then the other man would plunge deep, and then both pricks were fighting for the right of fucking the pussy. The last one out would be the winner. Needless to say, it was not long before the little girl had a glorious orgasm.
Dorie backed out of the bathroom and went upstairs. The first bedroom she came to was occupied and she quickly excused herself and tried the next one. Thank heaven, it was vacant. It was a strange-looking room, because it looked as though it was only used for balling. There was just a bed and a couple of chairs, a few towels hanging in the shower.
She would be safe here, for the moment anyway. Oh, it felt so good to relax and get her bearings. She flopped down on the bed, and sat up again. Oh, no, if someone barged in here, and undoubtedly they would, she didn't want to give the wrong impression. Why did she let herself get into these situations? She did not want to be passed around from dick to dick no matter how hot her pussy was. She was sorry she had agreed to come now. Well, the next best thing to do was to find a way out, as soon as she got her shit together.
"Oh, there you are. I thought I might find you hiding somewhere." It was Christina pushing open the door. With her was the handsome black man. He only smiled at a signal that Christina gave him, and disappeared.
"I wasn't hiding. I-I...." stammered Dorie, straightening herself and trying not to look too terribly frustrated.
"You are. Good, because I have been wanting to meet you." Christina put her finger to her chin and contemplated; strolled to the window, and back to stand in front of the bed.
Dorie stood up and walked away. Christina turned around and stared after her, like a cat stalking its prey.
Then, as Dorie moved to pass her again, Christina caught her arm and held her still, glaring seductively into her eyes. Words were not needed, and the intense stare simmered down to a mood of horny anxiety. Christina did not say anything only took her hand away and dropped both arms. The gesture was meant to tell Dorie to look at her, standing naked before her. The eyes obeyed, and scanned up and down in a flicker, then once again, up and down, this time much more slowly.
Christina smiled at Dorie's approval and openly posed for her now. She rested her hand on one hip; the other hand smoothed down her sumptuous thighs. She rolled her hips, the asscheeks protruding outward, and her flesh rippled with softness. Then both hands came back to rest on her ass, and the pelvis pushed forward, as if to offer her cunt to Dorie-if she wanted it.
And to make sure that Dorie did not miss the implication, Christina spread her legs a little more, stretched her pussy open and strummed a finger up and down her clit.
Dorie took a deep breath and shivered.
"Why don't you do yourself a favor, honey?" Christina's hand reached out and caressed Dorie's shoulder. "Look at you, honey! You're a beautiful girl, but you look twice your age. And why don't you take off that paper-sack dress, and unwrap that pride of yours? All it is going to get you, at best, is old, fat and wrinkled. Try it once, honeee ... with me."
She wanted to answer Christina, but no words came forth, and it was as if she was paralyzed.
"What are you afraid of?" Christina asked, touching Dorie's shoulder in a sensuous gesture.
Dorie stood shivering with anticipation of the unknown pleasure.
Christina was relieved when the dress fell. The moment her body was naked, she instinctively kissed Dorie. It felt so strange to feel other lips as soft as her own, and Dorie was thrilled by it. And since this was going to be a once-in-a-lifetime thing-why not fuck around a little? A good chance to experiment and discover new, lusty truths.
Dorie found that Christina's kisses were slowly stirring her soul. The things Christina did with her tongue made pussies boil. Christina kissed the way she liked to: using the tongue to tell how she wanted to be balled. Right there in their mouths, they were staging the fuck-roles they would choose to play. Dorie had the gentler kiss and her tongue was less demanding-letting Christina suck it all the way into her mouth. Christina was a body freak, because she was grooving on eating Dorie's tongue. A wet, funky kiss smeared by lipstick upon lipstick-their flavors demonstrating how well a man might like that particular flavor. To fuck Christina was to see a reflection of her mind. Dorie knew by the way Christina sucked on her tongue, that she was going to give her cunt a tongue-bath. But could she actually permit Christina to kiss her all over? At first she thought she could not accept the kiss, without becoming ill, but she did. The rest way easy.
It would just be a matter of time before Christina really got carried away, Dorie knew by the way her eyes greedily swept over her breasts. Christina's hands were coming upward ... they were almost there.
Christina reached out and took Dorie's knockers in both hands. It was like holding two grapefruits. Christina was appreciative of the opportunity given her; she moved around behind Dorie, so she could reach under her arms and really get a good hold on the firm tits. She was going to attack them from the rear. Nevertheless, to hold one tit in one hand was impossible. Christina used two for one tit, and squeezed until it was red-hot and tender.
Dorie let her jugs jiggle around over her chest like giant yo-yo's. They would fall so far, and spring right up again. Christina caught the rhythm and played patty-cake with them. Oh, how she wished she had tits that size, so she could play with herself in the morning. Although her own tits were not bad ... they were not like Dorie's.
And then Dorie's panties were sliding down her legs. She was becoming more and more frantic. Christina put her hand between her legs and squeezed her pussy. Her fingers stroked the full length of it. She continued to stroke until Dorie's clit was standing out, as hard as a man's prick! Oh no, no ... someone help me ... she sobbed bitterly, feeling herself sinking down and down....
She was running wildly down the highway as fast as she could-her lungs were bursting. She tripped and fell and got up and kicked at a boulder. Then, disgustedly, she sat down on the boulder and took off her shoes. She had broken her heels. For a moment she paused to see what was around her. She had no idea where she was, how far it was back to Berkeley.
Oh, fuck! She had blown it. She had run out of the house like an asshole, and here she stood in the middle of nowhere with no way to get home. She could have thought to ask Christina for the car keys. She had expected to see Christina come tearing after her. No way. Christina was not going to leave that party for her sake. She didn't give a shit-she could not have stayed there one moment more and be humiliated. Damn Christina anyway!
Dorie leaned against the boulder and caught her breath. How did she let herself get into these fucked-up situations?
CHAPTER TWO
Sucking a big, hard cock was all that she cared about. She had not had any dick from Steven for months. She was not about to rush this moment now that she finally had him all to herself. She held his prick lovingly in her small fingers before peeling back the foreskin. Steven, sweetheart that he was, did not realize what a monstrous cock he had. Any girl would consider herself lucky, no matter how you looked at it, to have a sweet guy like Steven who had such a gigantic root. And poor Steven, he was practically still a virgin-like putty in her hands.
She let go of his dick long enough to pull off her blouse. She stood there a moment in her sheer briefs-long enough to let his eyes feast on her slender body. She shook the long brown hair from her sexy eyes and pushed her jutting breasts forward-just in case the year's absence had made him forget how sumptuous they were to behold. He stared almost dumbfounded. His cock was aching and throbbing to have her get back to sucking it off.
She sank slowly to her knees in front of him. Her hands recaptured his fuckmeat. In her fantasy, his dick was longer than a baseball bat. (In reality, it nearly hung down to his knees.) She nibbled at his belly button and felt him plant both legs more firmly to maintain his balance. His baseball-sized dick had now hardened into a spear that was stabbing her naked tits. She rolled his-cock between them, bending it just a little so the come-slit in the crown kissed her stiff-pointed nipples.
She cupped her right tit and rolled it around his dickhead. Steven loved it. He looked down between his hairy legs to watch her teasing him with her fantastic knockers.
Her head dropped lower until she was looking up at his cock. Then she -lined her mouth up in a straight line with his dick. She emphasized this by licking her lips sensuously until they were wet and juicy, trying to tease him even more. But she could not wait any longer to taste his meat. She pressed the side of her pretty face into his crotch. His pubic hair titillated her soft cheek. She smiled out of pure satisfaction,-she was at last where she wanted to be more than anywhere else in the world!
She smoothed her face against his dick. The red crown rubbed over her lips and under her nose. Then she pulled back and began jacking him off with her hand. The piston movements of her fist soon brought his cock to maximum length and hardness. She heard him groan painfully, blissfully, holding on for dear life.
Satisfied that his root had not been sucked off by some other bitch, she took her cock into her hot mouth. His dick was already dripping hot juice. Good. He had been turned on by undressing her and seeing her naked body. She squeezed the end of his tube to make the come squirt out. The flat of her tongue caught it and she flicked it back inside her mouth. She rinsed it around over the roof of her mouth and then swallowed it. She swallowed it. She loved the fresh taste of a hot glob of semen when it first flopped into her mouth. It had been too long since she had last tasted Steven's. His semen tasted like a fully grown man's now. Steven was no longer a sweet little boy who had the huge young cock that he didn't know what to do with. She could hardly wait until he fucked her with it, just to see if he had learned any new tricks.
More come squeezed from his tube. It was salty, sweet, delicious. She loved come and hated it at the same time. A man's come signified more than just a mere bodily function to her. Semen was the essence of how much a man thought about the pussy he was fucking. That was a cold fact of life, no matter how gross it might seem. But when a guy shot off, it was the most honest expression of how turned on he was for the woman. Steven never failed to give her buckets of come when she sucked him off good enough. This was her way of knowing just how much he enjoyed her talents.
Make no mistake about it. Sucking cock was definitely an art. The shortage of males deemed it so these days. A lot of young ladies who might have though they would never resort to sucking a pud had been forced to do so. The feminist movement dictated that being a liberated female automatically made you a cocksucker; cocksucking was safe in that a female did not have to totally commit herself. Getting a man's big dick to shoot off was a lot easier than risking one's security. Being liberated meant that a woman must try to be equal with a male; but most women, like herself, couldn't do that. She enjoyed moving things around inside her head, being in different situations with different types of men. The way she was moving thoughts and fantasies around inside her head now, made sucking Steven's hard cock all the better.
She got into a thousand horny trips when his fuckmeat was in her mouth. It was a good feeling knowing that she could relax as at no other time. A good cocksucking was the one sexual act that she knew for sure that her man dug. She had given him her pussy at right angles, and left angles, tight, big, soupy, upside down, and she was never really sure if he had fully enjoyed fucking her. Oh, sure, he shot off inside her cunt, but men shoot off without the help of a female when they beat their meat. But the look he had on his face now was like a guarantee that she was doing it to him-doing it so good he would want to come back for more.
She knew that to satisfy a man nowadays, a single female must stand in silent competition with every young dyke on the make. Although the dykes are invisible, they war a shadow in every bedroom today. Each time that she went down on a cock she felt almost paranoid, thinking that a dyke was standing over her shoulder just waiting to pounce on her if she made the wrong move.
With one hand she lifted his cock so that it stood straight up against his navel. She ducked her head, as though ashamed to let him see her, and buried it under his nuts. His asshole was too long a reach for her tongue from that position-and she did not want to be too undignified, so she contented herself with just toying with his balls in her mouth. They were fun to rinse with her tongue. It was like holding all of his power and sensitivity in her mouth Then she dropped the sac from her mouth and began licking his hairy thighs. Hmmmm ... here was another example of how much strength there was in his body. She was a thigh-freak. It turned her on to see his big dick hanging down between his muscular thighs. She thought about how he crushed her with them when he was about to get a good, hard come-shot. Every muscle and fiber in his being became taut as a violin string ... and he tried to fuck as deep into her cunt as he could.
"Oh Steven ... baby...."
Her mouth was over his dickhead again. He reached down and held her head in his hand.
"It's so good. Oh, if you only knew how I've dreamed of this moment. My roommate sucks cocks all the time-you know how things are on campus. But I've been faithful to you. I fought my horniness and I fought it and I waited for you...."
"Oh Dorie, you just don't know what you do to me.
"No, baby, it's my treat. Your cock looks so big. Even bigger than I remember. Doesn't it hurt?"
She pulled back and let the dick lie in her palm. She leaned forward and poked her pointed tongue into the eye of the crown. He jerked his hips back and then fucked out at her mouth. She giggled and blew a kiss at his huge root.
"It drives me crazy. Gawd, I'm always so fuckin' horny. I feel like I'm walking on three legs sometimes."
"Ohhh baby," she purred, " ... it's all right now. I'm here and I'm going to make it all better. I just want to suck it some more, okay? Just to get used to the taste again?"
"I kept it hard for you, baby."
"Did you jack off?"
"I had to, Dorie."
"I know, I had to finger my snatch a lot. I thought I was too much of a puritan at first, but Gawd, it gets to be such misery."
"I know. I thought about how we used to ball in Kingsport when we were kids. Remember that time I fucked you on the beach and the sand got in your bathing suit ... and inside your pussy ... how long it took to wash you off?"
"Remember how scared I was when I saw that cock of yours for the first time? How I cried and carried on?"
"You were such a sweet, naive little girl then."
She looked up from his cock, "Aren't I sweet now?" The voice was that of a angel child's. "You know I love you."
"Oh, you just love me because I suck your cock so good."
"Don't be silly. Any girl could do that."
"Ohhhh?" She let his prick fall from her palm. "I didn't mean it that way. You know what I mean."
She stood up and folded her arms across her chest.
"You've been seeing other girls, haven't you? You let some other girl suck on my dick!"
"Your dick?"
"That's right! You said it was my dick for as long as I wanted it! You know that you have a big cock and other girls are going to want it. The least you can do is try and resist, especially since I'm here at Berkeley and you're way up there in Washington. That makes me feel like shit. You goddamn men!"
She stomped away from the couch into the kitchen. He stood there waving his arms in horny frustration. He followed her into the kitchen. She looked down to see his half-limp dick flopping from one thigh to the other.
"Come on, Dorie. Are you bullshitting me? Are you gonna pull one of your fucked-up games on me? I don't wanna play games." He suddenly realized that he was pissed off and shouting at the top of his voice.
"Don't you raise your voice at me! If you're going to shout and try to impose your sexist male horseshit on me, we can say good night this minute."
She pushed him away from the refrigerator. "What the fuck did I do? I told you I haven't been screwing anybody else. Can't you tell?" He waved his dong at her. "Does this look like I'm in dire need or doesn't it?"
"Do you mind?" He moved aside and she opened the refrigerator and took out a carton of milk. "I guess you think because you have the big, superdick of all time, you can pretty much have your way, huh? I bet those little sluts up there at Washington U. just fell at your feet and begged you to let them suck you off-didn't they?"
"Why are you drinking milk at a time like this?"
She held up her glass for him to see.
"There's more cream in my pussy than in this glass of milk."
"I'd like to cream you."
She sat down in a chair and looked up at him with a devilish glint in her eyes. She spread her legs and poured the glass of milk over her thighs and her cunt-mound.
"Didn't you say you were weaned on milk...?"
He stared between her legs and moved toward the chair. His dick proceeding him by a mile.
"You've got a good fuck coming. You know that?"
"Well ... you've certainly got the dick for it."
He knew he should have snatched her up from that chair and thrown her down and fucked the hell out of her. But Dorie looked so damn good. Her slender body looked so warm and in need of a good stiff dicking. He loved it when she played the cat-and-mouse game to arouse him. They had done it since they were kids; she knew more about his sexuality than he did. Steven knew the bit with the milk was to tell him she wanted her pussy eaten. It was her way of telling him about the long nights, when she wanted to get a hard dick up her cunt, but remained faithful and waited for him to fuck her.
Steven's eyes feasted over her body. Her tits spouted upward and her pink nipples were hardening. They wanted his mouth on them, sucking their sweet juices.
He stood before her with his dick inches from her mouth. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was wide open, trembling, hoping he would not drag her over the coals like she had teased him to a fine crisp. Instead of shoving his dick into her mouth, he kissed her hard. Their tongues danced together until he felt her squirm and reached up to put her arms around his neck to pull him down. He dropped to his knees so that he was facing her open cunt-hole.
At first he just stared at her: how the fine growth of pussy hairs covered her center and the last traces of an untanned ass-flesh it had been a long, cold, rainy winter in Berkeley. Dorie was ready.
She had a nice little nest growing around her pussy slit. He kissed the insides of her thighs, sucking the tender flesh into his mouth. His tongue licked across her juicy pussy and onto the other thigh. She twitched with disappointment that he didn't pause to kiss her cunt. But he wanted her so hot that her cunt would melt when he put his dick into her.
As he kissed the insides of her thighs, his hand came up under her cheeks, partially lifting her ass off the chair. She arched her snatch out toward him, thinking he wanted a better angle at her twat. He put a finger into her pussy and she leaped off the chair. He set her down. She was so hot she could not stand for him to touch her any place near the pussy. Then, very slowly, he spread her pussy apart to expose the hardness of her clitoris. There it stood, twitching like a pink steeple.
When his tongue touched the clit, she moaned and tried to draw back. He licked some spit over it to juice it up a bit. Then he licked it fully, until she squirmed, making her ass grind and circle.
Her pussy was wet and slimy. He liked it that way; it told him he did not have to do much more to get her hot. Her pussy was leaking like a faucet now and it would be easy to stick his dick into her cunt tube. But he had become engrossed in how good he could make her feel by sucking her snatch out. When he tasted just one side of her pussy, it was like the fire and fuck-heat shifted to that side of her body. Her vulva was like flower petals blooming open. He sucked the cuntal lips into his mouth and made his tongue play over them. At the same time he squeezed her ass the way you would mold putty.
He stuck his tongue deep inside her pussy, stretching it as far as it would go. The juices and slime inside her pussy were getting into his nose, but he didn't give a shit. It was good to be inside her cunt-hole. He twirled his tongue around and teased the roof of her pussy. He knew her cervix was somewhere in there, but much deeper than his tongue could reach. He would have to save that for his dick. He would be able to reach all the distant corners of her cunt when he screwed her.
It became more exciting when she forgot herself, something she seldom did, and began fucking back at his tongue. You would have to understand what Dorie is all about to appreciate the fact that she finally became more aggressive in their sexual union. She is, you might say, like a Siamese cat finicky, proud, arrogant. If you want to cuddle and be lovey-dovey, she doesn't. You can only hold her when she feels the need. Like a cat with a puritanical religious background, Dorie loved to be petted when she was ready.
Her pouring the milk over her legs and into her pussy came as a complete surprise to him. Maybe going to college in Berkeley had, as she implied, made her a liberated woman. That thought made him want to fuck her right away. To hell with the love play; he wanted his cock inside her cunt to see if it still belonged to him. He admitted to being chauvinistic that way, and he took full responsibility for seeing that she never went without his cock. This summer he intended to do a thorough job of "giving her all the cock she had missed during the school year.
He stood up. She wanted to suck his cock some more, but he told her that it was time to fuck and fuck hard. Her face pinched, looking at how big and stiff his fuckmeat was. He led her to the kitchen table. He had a quick view of her nice, round asscheeks and cunt hair between.
She instinctively knew what position he wanted her to take. She leaned over the table and arched her beautiful ass up toward him. She cocked her head and looked back, then stood wide-legged to give his cock an easy target.
Dorie was looking down at how big and long his cock was and how her tiny pussy appeared between the billowing buttocks. Steven was afraid that he would shoot off before he got his dick inside her pussy. He came up behind her and put his dick against the slimy lips.
He took his time in getting psyched up, admiring the shapely ass and how totally helpless her asshole looked. She had such a sweet little asshole-no bigger than a pinpoint. He had never fucked her in the asshole, simply because he knew his massive cock would cause her too much pain. But there was more pain for him to want it and not be able to have it.
After five minutes he had finally worked his prickhead two inches into her pussy. The way Dorie was screaming bloody murder, you'd think his entire huge fuckmeat were "nut-deep" in her cunt. Her pussy was good, and having such a cute, soft ass to touch heightened his sensation. There was something about a nice, soft ass ... so round and pretty, and the pinpoint-small asshole....
It was like a billion explosions going off all at once when he stuck his dickshaft deep into her hot pussy tunnel. She did things with her pussy that he was sure she was not aware of. She had a "biting" pussy, but not hard to the point where it distracted from his rising come-shot. A pussy that really was appreciative for having captured a big, long dick. When she was aware of his dickhead swelling (because he couldn't stand it a moment more), she would make her pussy clamp down on his shaft. The cunt-muscles gripped the cock to let her inner walls massage it. When she released the pressure he was then able to continue to stroke inside her.
She gave him an honest fuck; cock making the cunthole feel good, cunt-hole making the cock feel good-not necessarily in that order. She fucked as if there wasn't going to be a tomorrow ... another moment wasn't worth a husky fuck unless she could prolong the deep fuck-stroking she was getting. She held still, content to let him work his hard cock around and around in her box. He knew he was filling her up like a balloon about to pop, so he had to slowfuck to let her cuntal pleasures catch up to his dick-throb. While he waited, he caressed her ass and felt her thighs and teased her clit. She threw her head back and flung her long, brown hair out of the way. Feeling his fingers on her clitoris made her grind back onto his dick ... and the cockhead slipped full into her cervix. There was still a lot more of cock left to put in her pussy.
"Did you miss me?" she asked.
"Yes, yes...." He was barely able to stand another hard stroke or dick-milking cunt twitch.
"Tell me the truth. Is my pussy still good to you?"
"You know it is."
"I was afraid you would give your dick to some other girls."
"You know this is the only pussy I want."
"Really? You love me ... and not just for sticking your cock in?"
He fucked her a hard one that vibrated through her lovely body all the way up to her navel. She had to catch herself and hold firm to the table.
"I'd rather fuck than eat."
"That's what scares me-I know you do."
"No other girl's cunt is just like your pussy. You have what I need. I can't do without it-like a dog and his master-I don't mind being obedient to your pussy because it's so fucking good."
She believed him. She cocked one leg up on the chair next to the table. Now she had one leg up and one leg on the floor, which demonstrated that she cared for him an awful lot, to let him have his way with that much dick: a mixture of TNT, about to explode her tiny pussy, stuck way up in her hole.
She said, "Get it the way you want it, baby."
Any time they fucked it was not complete until she whispered these words to him. She knew that he was pussy-crazy and much aware of the king-sized dickflesh he wielded. For the next few moments she would sacrifice her entire being, and her fragile pussy, to the raging storm inside him ... to be ejected out through his big dick. She knew that after he had shot his first load, his prick was much easier to manage. And that he would then settle down, having gotten the monkey off his back, and fuck her at a pace that she could get into. It would be the best fuck in the world when she could contribute. But first she must take the hard heat and sting from his cock.
"Have I gained much weight since you last saw me?" She knew he loved her ass. Sometimes he would shoot off in his pants when she wore shorts that emphasized the contours of her lovely ass.
"Beautiful, baby...."
"All the other girls are on diets. But I save my goodness for you. I know you like me to be soft to the touch. Except, it is embarrassing when all the men whistle at me; they say I have a cute fanny. But it's not for them to look at. It's your ass ... for you, baby. All of me is-for you alone."
He shot off just as his dickhead popped out of her cunt-hole. The come splattered over her asscheeks and she quickly spun around. She was there under his penis to catch the second hot discharge of come in her mouth.
More spunk shot from his dickhead. She rubbed and smeared the jism over her face and chin. He looked down and saw her joy in receiving it. He shot off again.
"Wow, that was a lot! You were really horny."
As she said this, she continued to rub the wet fuckmuscle down the side of her neck and under her chin, as if the juice was more precious than life.
She took his hand and pulled him out of the kitchen toward the bedroom. "You come with me. I can't handle your big dong in these funny positions. Let's go try it on my water bed. I can cope there."
Her smile said that he was going to get a lot more of her steamy cunt.
She crawled on top of him and fitted her pussy over his hard cock. Her thighs scissored his prick and it stuck up between her legs like a periscope, wiggling the dickhead ... looking about and wondering where the pussy had fled. The warmth of her thighs was so good that the root ejected more come.
She kissed him and slowly felt herself go off in a delicious orgasm.
"You just made me come by kissing me...." she informed him. Her face turned a shade of pink. "You don't believe me, do you? It's true. Just lying down on top of your hot dick makes me have an orgasm. I've been dying to get you in this bed."
He kissed her again. "How about that time?"
She shook her head, rolled over and opened her crotch. "It's going to take a little more this time."
He climbed between her thighs and readied his penis.
"Two for me and one for you-that's not equal, is it?"
"You better know it," his voice was drowned out by their lips meeting in a prologue to the big dick's insertion.
His cock sliced deep into her pussy. She clung to his muscular body to handle his rapid thrusting. She felt her snatch opening up and her mind floating on a cloud. She raised her legs when she felt herself going off for the third time. He reared back and doubled her legs until her knees were touching her chest. Now he had a clear target, to fuck as deep and far as he wanted. He loved it when her pussy was hot enough to permit the full penetration of his long, thick joint. And he knew she loved his cock when it was deep enough in her cunt to make all her senses come fully alive.
She loved the almost unbearable pleasure his cock gave her. He was so considerate with his weapon after he had shot his rocks one time. He stuck it hard against her cervix, then froze to jelly-fuck her, letting the goodness saturate her whole body. Then he pumped her up and down with short, stabbing strokes to heighten the friction of the tight fit. It was a sensation that made her fuzzy pussy sizzle. She rolled her hips and teased him back, to lure him to fuck her faster and harder.
It ended suddenly with an explosion that rocked the water bed. For a long moment she held her breath and floated, letting the last ounce of pleasure fill her spasming cunt.
Afterwards Dorie and Steven, beautifully exhausted, lay on the water bed chatting quietly. They had been childhood sweethearts, growing up in Kingsport, California, where Steven's father owned a large cattle ranch. Dorie's family lived only ten miles away. Her father was a retired corporate lawyer. Steven's old man was a millionaire who owned a major newspaper chain. After Steven and Dorie graduated from high school, they decided to go away to college. Steven enrolled in Washington University and Dorie, being somewhat of a radical, enrolled in the University of California. The school year ended last Friday and Steven had stopped off in Berkeley to give Dorie a ride to Kingsport. He was not at all happy with the prospect of returning to spend an entire summer there.
"Steven, you have to face up to your father sooner or later. Running away all your life won't help the situation.. I want to get married, and you promised."
Steven caressed a line from her fully blown thighs all the way up to her nipples. He teased her there and observed how the nipple rose and became prickly and hard.
"I'm not running away, and I'm not dodging responsibility. There is a certain way to approach Dad. You know what he's like when he's riled up."
"Well, will you promise me one thing?"
"I don't know."
"Promise me that while we're home this time, you'll at least discuss your inheritance and our plans to get married."
"He won't give me the money until I turn twenty-five, so what's the point of my embarrassing myself? My twenty-fifth birthday is still a long away. And until that time I really don't care to have anything to do with my father, or that stepmother of mine. Her especially. How could he have married a woman like that? She's a gold digger and I don't know what else...."
She took a fistful of stiff cock and began pumping it up and down. It rose and flagged the air. "Sweetheart, I know how you feel about your family. But please remember that I'm involved in all of this too. You virtually hold my life in your hands."
He dropped his head to suck her tit, and she looked down her nose, wondering if he wanted to fuck again.
"All right, knock it off. Don't be so pushy. I'll have the whole summer to think about it. Let's concentrate on now, I haven't seen you for a whole semester. Have you been making it with any of these radicals here at Cal? Did you give anybody my pussy?"
She let go of his penis and it flopped down on his belly. He released his grasp on her tit. They stared at each other waiting to see who would smile first.
"I consider that a chauvinistic statement. I am not your property and U.C. is not a radical school. No ... don't touch me. Just keep your fucking hands off me!"
"Hey ... come on, suck my dick again...."
"Nope. Like you said, there's no need to rush. After all, we will have the whole summer to screw each other. Remember ... we don't want to wear my cunt out."
"I take it that you're pissed now?"
"Forget it, Steven. And let's get dressed, because my roomie will be coming home soon. I don't want her to know that I gave you any pussy."
"Why, for crissake?"
"Because for six months I've been shooting off my mouth about how you don't deserve me. Any man who would let his woman stay horny for that length of time, doesn't deserve good pussy. You could have flown down here to see me at least one weekend."
"I didn't have any bread."
"Somehow it seems strange to hear that from a millionaire's son."
"Will you cut that shit out, huh? I don't want to hear about it."
"Ohhhh ... fuck you!"
She leaped out of bed with a big smile, picked up the pillow, and threw it in his face. He rolled from the bed and the chase was on.
CHAPTER THREE
Steven was still chasing Dorie through the apartment when Marilyn entered.
"Well, well ... what do we have here? A pair of nudists?" Marilyn said. "Not bad either!"
"Oh wow. Excuse us, Marilyn This is my boyfriend-Steven Boreman. The guy I told you I'd like to bash on the noggin."
Steven gave a quick hello, dashed inside the bedroom and closed the door.
"What is he, bashful?"
Dorie put one hand on her hip and made a hopeless feminine gesture with the other.
"You know how it is, he's not liberated yet. How did it go tonight?"
Marilyn threw her coat over the back of the couch and slumped down on it. She was an attractive redhead with big tits and shapely legs.
"How does it always go? The guy got cold feet and wouldn't fuck me. You would think I have the plague or something. What do you have to do to get a guy to give up some cock?"
"I know what you mean."
"Hey, it just dawned on me. You're naked as a jaybird. I thought you said dear Steven didn't deserve any pussy. You see, Dorie? It's women like yourself who are fucking up the movement. I mean, you just can't play the subservient role all the time. How can you teach the guy a lesson if you put pussy in his face?"
Dorie rolled her eyes and then cut them toward Marilyn. "Hey," in her best Groucho Marx voice, " ... you take care of yours, I'll take care of mine."
"Yeah, the heat got to you, huh? I don't blame you. Steven is really nice. He looks like he's hung, too."
"Ohhh," she made a face, "are you telling me! Steven has the biggest, longest cock you'd want to see."
"No shit?"
"When he was twelve years old, his folks took him to a doctor because his dick was so abnormally large. Wasn't anything the doctor could do about it, naturally. He was stuck for life with a cunt-reaming monster! He said girls would run away when they saw him coming, poor guy. He didn't get a real piece of ass until he was seventeen."
"I once went with a guy whose dong was so huge that he would cripple me for days, so I know what you mean."
"But Steven can be so incredibly gentle with his big dick. He can be so sensitive in the way he touches me."
"What were you guys doing streaking around the house?"
Dorie quickly folded her arms across her chest.
"Oh, I forgot that I don't have anything on. What the fuck, I'm not going to put anything on. You've seen me. Listen, can we have some of your grass? I'm short."
Marilyn searched her purse and produced two joints. "Here, I have two already rolled. You can have more if you want."
Dorie took the joints. "Marilyn, I just got a great idea."
"What? You know where there's a bargain sale on cock for me, maybe?"
"No, silly, Er-yeah, as a matter-of-fact. You're not going home to Chicago this summer. Why not come home with me and Steven. It'll be better than kicked around this shitty apartment all summer long."
"Oh, I couldn't impose on you that way. Besides, I wouldn't know how to act around all those bluebloods."
"I insist. Well have a ball together. There's plenty of fun things to do. And believe me, there are some rough and ready fuckers in Kingsport. That's it-you're coming with us. We're leaving first thing tomorrow morning."
Later that night Dorie and Steven had a light dinner and a few drinks at the Green Lantern Saloon. Steven dropped her off at her apartment and promised to be on time in the morning. He was still not too enthusiastic about the thought of seeing his father. Dorie comforted him and told him things would work out just fine.
Marilyn was in bed when Dorie entered the apartment. She felt the need to talk to someone, but knew it wouldn't be fair to wake Marilyn at this hour just for a chit-chat. She passed Marilyn's door and heard a faint moaning sound. She put her ear to the door and listened. She was still awake. Dorie quietly pushed the door open and slipped inside Marilyn's bedroom.
Marilyn was tossing and turning under the covers. Dorie tiptoed to the side of the bed and looked down. She had her eyes closed, lost in some erotic thought. Her right hand was extended downwards between her legs. Dorie knew that she was playing with her pussy. Marilyn was in agonizing heat.
"Marilyn, what's wrong?"
Marilyn looked up, somewhat startled to see Dorie standing over her. She tried to cover the fact that she had indeed been finger-banging herself.
"I'm fine, Dorie. There was no need for you to look in on me."
"No, you are not. You don't like Steven, do you?"
"It's not that I don't like him. But you and I have been so close this past year. And now he's here."
"It's not going to change anything between us. We can still go on with our relationship. I will be forever grateful for the way you helped me through my crisis. You turned me on to a lot of things."
Dorie sat down on the edge of the bed and put her arms around Marilyn. She drew her close and kissed her ear. "You know I would never neglect you for Steven. After the summer we can go back to where we were."
"Oh, Gawd, but I love you so much, Dorie." She pulled Dorie down and kissed her hard on the lips.
"And I love you too, sweetheart."
Marilyn kissed her passionately, frantically.
"I kept thinking how terribly he must have hurt you with that big cock of his...."
"Hey, it's okay ... he didn't hurt me."
"Then you liked it, you enjoyed fucking him."
"Remember that I knew Steven long before we met."
"Yes, but I don't have a cock to fuck you in that way."
"It's not necessary, honest. You do so much more!"
"But I don't have a penis."
"You don't need a penis, Marilyn. Listen to me, it's lovely when you lick my pussy."
"I was so sure of myself; I knew how much pleasure I could give you until he came. Is my eating your pussy as good as his fucking his dick inside you?"
"Oh, look. We promised that we wouldn't discuss the men we balled. You've let guys fuck you and we've never talked about it then."
"The shoe is on the other foot. You weren't fucking anyone. I mean you never went out of the apartment."
"That's what I'm trying to tell you, silly. I didn't need to fuck anybody. You satisfied me totally. I loved it. I was content. Now snap out of it."
Dorie took Marilyn's face in her hands and planted a sweet kiss on her lips. She slid one arm around Marilyn's shoulder while the other hand cupped a large, firm tit. That tit was soft and hot in her hand. She squeezed and looked at Marilyn's face to see how horny she was. Her face pinched in blissful agony when she leaned over and kissed the taut-nippled jug.
She tongued her nipples until they stood up hard and crisp. Then she sucked one into her mouth and lightly licked it. Marilyn stirred and swished her shapely ass. Her legs fanned open and closed, her thighs flapping together frantically. Dorie was crazy about those long legs of Marilyn's; she loved to stroke her thighs and savor their warmth.
Dorie pushed one hand down to Marilyn's hot cunnie. She pushed her pussy hairs aside and found her perky clitoris. Marilyn was nearly climbing the walls, twisting her body, her ass pumping up and down. Dorie held her back against the pillow and took a firm grasp on the fleshy little clit. She tickled it and stretched it out as though it was elastic, then ground her thumb over the top of the knoll.
She put one finger into her pussy hole. It was wet and gaping wide open. There was a strong suction coming from within her hole. She twirled her finger around and over the roof of the pussy's cove. She removed the finger and then took a handful of the pussy mound and squeezed in a downward motion.
"I shouldn't tell you this, but I got so horny tonight when I saw Steven's eock," whispered Marilyn.
"Did you want to fuck him?"
"Oh, I would have loved to have that dick in me. For a while there I thought you might ask him to spend the night here ... and maybe...."
"I don't mind a trio if you promise not to take him."
"Oh ... baby ... do that again ... I love it when you're brutal with me."
"Lie still and let me suck your hole."
Dorie moved over on the bed and took up a better position. She kissed her tits for a long while, then licked her way down to her navel. She spread Marilyn's legs open and crawled between them, lying on her stomach. Marilyn, anticipating the good sucking she was about to get, set her spirit free. She fucked up and down searching for the hot tongue that would release her pent-up frustration.
The first lick down the center of her open snatch felt as though she had been touched by a hot, searing poker. She lurched up off the bed. Dorie pulled back and played the game now. She gave her a few more quick hot licks, then waited to see Marilyn's reaction.
Dorie wanted to eat her pussy good tonight because she was feeling good about the coming summer. Sometimes she did her best thinking when she went down on Marilyn ... Marilyn loved it when she ate her pussy for a real long while. She nearly always wanted her to chew and suck over her clitoris until it was red-hot. She became nearly violent when the going got too funky. But the thing she really enjoyed was when Dorie stuck her tongue up into her hole as far as it would go and fucked her with it.
She slipped both hands under Marilyn's ass-cheeks and raised her fuzzy pussy up to her mouth. She licked up the insides of her thighs first, and got a tingling sensation from her cunt hairs. Her tongue lapped up the center of the slit, and her pussy blossomed open like a rose.
"Roll over, honey, I want to eat out of your ass....
Marilyn shook all over from the very thought of what she had coming.
"I don't think we should, honey ... I didn't...."
"Why, don't you want to give me your asshole? You know I love it, and I've never minded before."
"Only I didn't get a chance to take a shower tonight."
"Oh you prude ... it tastes better when your funky with sweat. Now turn over."
She turned over. Dorie-took a moment to admire the swells of her buttocks and how billowy the backs of her thighs looked. She leaned over and bit into the delicate flesh of her thighs. Marilyn shivered and tightened her ass muscles. Dorie saw it and tickled her crack with a teasing finger. She got her kicks whenever she sucked out of Marilyn's asshole. Marilyn always pretended that she was embarrassed to have her button Washed, so Dorie really went to town back there in her asshole. But when Marilyn ate her asshole, she was a tigress, leaving nothing to the imagination. Dorie had not quite reached that level of freedom, but she was working up to it.
Her own pussy began to tingle as she squeezed and played with her asscheeks. She had such a nice, flat, pert ass. Not too much softness, just enough to give a sweet handful when she squeezed it and ate her pussy. She gave Marilyn a friendly little pat and watched her flesh quiver.
"You like that, don't you? You devil, you."
"It takes me back to when I was a child-I used to get my ass spanked all the time by my dad."
"It excites me to spank you sometimes. And I always hold back a little, you know."
"But I don't want you to. Any way that my body brings you pleasure, it's pleasure for me too. You're my angel, you know that."
"You're sweet and that's why I like you ... now be still. And open up, for crissake! You sure are tense tonight."
She kissed her on both cheeks before nudging her nose into the hole. At first she licked her tongue around the outer perimeter of the puckered anus. Then she took one bold lick up the center to rinse it off. The taste was a bit sweaty, like Marilyn had warned.
She flattened out both cheeks until the asshole was in full view. It was the pinnacle of goodness and it always gave her such pleasure and joy to lick! She fanned the hole with her tongue and gave it a couple of pokes and a butterfly before jabbing the tiny orifice. Her tongue fucked about an inch into the tight rosebud; she could feel the muscle sucking the tip of her tongue inside. Marilyn was starting to be a bit wild and was fucking her asscheeks back into her face. She pressed them down hard and held her still, then continued tongue-fucking her until Marilyn screamed out with her orgasm.
It was Dorie's turn now and Marilyn wanted to eat her pussy. Dorie lay back and closed her eyes, much calmer than Marilyn. Her thoughts drifted to how Steven had fucked her earlier that evening. She still had a good feeling inside her cunt-channel. It would not be hard to turn her on again. A cock the size of Steven's was good to have, but to have your cunt eaten by another woman was a trip.
She had to keep her eyes closed whenever Marilyn ate her cunt. It excited her far too much to see the way Marilyn's greedy mouth devoured her oozing pussy.
Her body was slowly rising to the point of cunt-blasting ignition. Marilyn sent titillating sparks through hex, wherever her tongue touched her body. Marilyn slobbered over her legs for a while, then drew her tongue up along the next of her pussy. Marilyn's thing was pulling strands of cunt hairs. Marilyn was much more the chewer and nibbler than Dorie was. Marilyn made sure that she licked and sucked around her pussy, and under her asscheeks, to get her as hot and squirmy as possible. She was a cruel bitch that way. She was so insecure that she always wanted the cards stacked in her favor, especially at carnivorous moments like these.
Marilyn was also a freak for women's thighs. She seemed to enjoy chewing and nibbling at their soft lobes. She lifted one lovely, trim leg, and held it straight up. Then she dropped her head and slurped around the haunches, kissing upward to tantalize the toes. Dorie could feel herself slowly slipping into a wondrous orgasm. She began to think how queenly she felt, knowing that both men and women wanted her body. That a woman like Marilyn was willing to pay a higher price than a male. What was it that gave the cunt such a tremendous value amongst humans? Sure, a dick was nice to fuck and suck on, but it didn't have the same magnetic force. Wars were started over pussy-Helen of Troy had the cunt that launched a thousand ships. Men were willing to die for pussy and women were willing to turn themselves inside out, and turn their back to society just to lick cunt juice out of another woman's crack. Dorie came pleasantly, not violently, while she had these thoughts.
But the come was so strong that it made her draw up her knees. She pulled away from Marilyn, not daring to let her continue to mouth her pussy. Marilyn hadn't even chewed on her clit and she had still blown her rocks.
"You're going to give me more than that, aren't you?"
"Marilyn, sweetheart, I fucked Steven once tonight. Listen, why don't you go get the dildo?"
Marilyn felt a little embarrassed, having gotten her own berries razzed once already tonight. Dorie watched her climb off the bed and cross the room, admiring her pretty ass, and remembering how she had just eaten it. The thighs swishing together, so juicy and full, and her small waist and the teardrop-shaped ass made Dorie's pussy sizzle. Dorie had eaten Marilyn's asshole so well that Marilyn was having trouble maintaining her balance at the dresser. She found the vibrator and stared back toward the bed. The front view was nearly too much and Dorie had to gasp. Wow, how hot to fuck Marilyn looked. Sometimes Marilyn got a look in her eyes when she was in heat and about to do something daring-her green eyes would flash colder than a mackeral's, not believing in anything on earth, frigid in mind and spirit, but willing to see if you could come up with something new and exciting-something that would stir her pussy enough to make her want to give it away.
"Bring the other one too-the dildo with the strap."
Marilyn froze and Dorie saw her shiver. Yeah, it was going to be a kick to fuck Marilyn tonight. She was so hot she was frantic, she knew the signs well, they were laid out, but they were there. Thoughts played a big part in Marilyn's sexual enjoyment. It was all in her mind, she loved head-tripping, she always wanted to know the why and how of things. Why did you want to kiss her tits? Were her knockers better than anyone else's? Why eat her asshole. Was it that her asshole was good, or was it her natural warmth, and natural splendor, that made this so? And why did you want to kiss her feet? Because they were small and perfect, or were you merely demonstrating that the feet were to walk on, and you therefore were offering your soul to be her footstool? Marilyn got far gone into this shit. She loved to be poked and fucked with the dildo-the huge, blunt, round one.
"Are my tits getting larger?"
Marilyn stopped halfway across the room. She looked down at her own tits and said, "I don't know. I don't think so. Ever since I stopped taking the pill my body has gone through some weird changes."
"Sexy, though ... I was just admiring them. I guess I never realized that you were so stacked. Come here...."
Marilyn started back toward the bed. They were both conscious of how her breasts quivered and bounced. Marilyn smiled and Dorie laughed to herself, greedily.
Marilyn handed the dildos to Dorie. Dorie clicked on the vibrator to test the batteries. It seemed that whenever you were horny and needed to get your rocks in the worst way-the batteries would conk out. The vibrator worked fine. The hum of the instrument with the long-pointed spear excited both of them.
Dorie pulled herself across the bed and sat on the edge. She drew Marilyn close to her. She caressed her silky body for a moment, feeling how soft and tender she was. When a woman was in heat she seemed to be extra sensitive to the touch-a wisp of air on an undaunted nipple could make her have an orgasm.
Marilyn's breasts spouted upward into shapely, horny cones. Dorie could not resist sucking one into her mouth. At the same time her empty fingers reached around in back of Marilyn's ass. Very lightly she put the vibrator over her cuntal area. The touch of it was titillating. Then she buzzed her clitoris. Her clit stood out like an exposed, vibrant nerve. She teased around the base of the clitoris but did not hit the target square on.
Marilyn squatted, which told Dorie that it was time to insert the vibrator into her hole. But first she attacked her clit again, knowing that sometimes Marilyn passed out when her clitoris was buzzed too long.
The vibrator slipped up into her cunt. Marilyn spread her legs more. She held on to Dorie's shoulders to support her weight. It felt so wonderful inside her cunt: the continual vibration against the slick walls of her vagina. The deeper it pushed up into her hole, the better the sensation. Finally it was pressed hard against her cervix. It was almost too much goodness to cope with. Marilyn felt her orgasm slowly building; her entire body was aflame.
Dorie stabbed harder against her clitoris. Marilyn jacked open her legs even wider. Marilyn wanted to enjoy the all-engrossing fuck-thrill that was saturating her womb and churning in her guts. She needed it in the worst way.
There was a dazed expression on Marilyn's face that seemed to heighten Dorie's passion. She knew that Marilyn loved her, and she imagined how hot and swampy her own pussy must be by now.
Marilyn was too weak to stand up any longer. She dropped to the bed with the vibrator still stuck up her cunthole. She stretched out to let Dorie do what she would with her willing body. Dorie removed the vibrator and put it aside. Then she strapped on the dildo. Marilyn got so excited that she thought she would spill her guts before Dorie had the chance to stick it up her snatch.
Dorie climbed on top of her and raised her left leg. Marilyn's eyes were glued to the dildo. It was a monstrosity. It waved up and down between her thighs. It looked so far out to see a female with both a prick and a cunt. There was something unnatural and sensuous about it.
Marilyn's face took on an eerie expression; her cheeks turned rosy. Her eyes were deep pools of green, lost in a hypnotic trance. Marilyn closed her eyes and raised both legs. The bulb-shaped dildo slipped easily into her slippery pussy. She grunted and sucked in her breath through clenched teeth.
The dildo sunk deeper and pushed hard against her cervix. Dorie knew then that she was getting pussy stripped to the bone. The buzzing stimulation of the vibrator had warmed her pussy till it sizzled. It was tight inside her tunnel and the slightest movement of the dildo set off unbearable fuck-passion.
Dorie thought what it must feel like being a man; to wield and plunge a dick into a hot, good cunt hole. No wonder men were such egomaniacs. There was a sense of power in having a tool that had such earth-shattering effects on the inside of a cunt. She could vouch for how a female's body was like an all-over pussy with each pore a flaming inferno. The night slipped slowly past. They were lost in a bizarre rainbow of carnal pleasures.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was a long, tedious sonofabitching drive to Kingsport. It was after 3:30 a.m. when they arrived and Steven drove directly to Dorie's ranch. After dropping the girls off he continued to the Boreman spread. The ranch appeared the same as he remembered it, even in the eerie darkness. Nothing had changed in the year he had been away. He parked in front of the big house.
He sighed and got out of the car. The house was dark. He looked over toward the servants' quarters above the six car garage. A single light shone. It was good of Jack to wait up for him.
Jack came out to meet him, shuffling his huge frame, his black face barely visible in the darkness. Jack had been more of a father to him than his real one. He had raised him, taking him under his wing when he realized that Steven's dad was more interested in making money than he was in his own son.
"Howdy, Mister Stevens!" Jack shook his hand. "What's happening, Jack? It's good to see you again."
"Same here. I had a feeling you'd be coming in this morning. Your father couldn't be here to meet you. He's still in New York."
"What about her?"
Jack knew who he meant. He knew how Steven despised his stepmother.
"She's here. She waited up until half-past eleven and then turned in."
"How's your family, Jack?"
"They all doing well. Ask about you all the time."
Jack pulled the suitcases from the car and started up the front steps. Steven looked around to make sure he was really home again. The prodigal son had returned to his birthplace which was beautiful but contained a collection of horrors from his nightmare childhood.
They stepped inside and Jack put the baggage down. He closed the door and switched on the lights. A cold shudder passed through Steven. Someone was watching him from upstairs.
He looked up and there she stood-his stepmother, Cybil Boreman.
"Hello there, Steven. How are you?"
He did not answer right away. In spite of his hatred for her, she always sexually upset him. There she stood in a flimsy blue nightgown, silhouetted against the light that shone from her open bedroom door. He saw the outline of her well-formed thighs. A hot shock shot through his loins.
"I'm fine, thank you, Cybil."
"I'm terribly sorry your father couldn't be here to meet you. He was delayed on business in New York."
"Jack told me. Listen, I can make myself at home. You don't have to stay up."
"Oh but I want to. It's been a long while since we've seen you. Your father and I missed you."
"Yeah ... I bet."
He looked at Jack who also knew Cybil was full of shit. Jack began to back out the door. Steven did not want to be left alone with his stepmother. Not yet.
"What did you say, Steven?"
"Doesn't matter."
"I fixed your room for you. Is there anything you want?" she asked, purring sexily.
He could not stop staring at her. He had forgotten just how beautiful and sexy Cybil was.
"Thank you ..'. but I hope you didn't put yourself out."
"Oh no, it's your home, too."
That was a laugh. Especially after the way she had cast a spell on his dad and bulldozed her way into the family circle.
"Yes. Thank you."
"Well," she said, looking slinky and lovely, "I'll say good-night then. And thank you very much, Jack."
"Yes, ma'am." Jack said.
Cybil smiled and went into her bedroom and closed the door.
"Same old shit, huh, Jack?" Steven turned toward him.
Jack put a firm hand on his shoulder. He could feel the man's strength and wisdom.
"Give it a chance, son. Ain't nobody without a fault. Now I'll see you in the morning. I got Fire Dance all ready for you."
The mention of Fire Dance perked him up. His mother had given him the horse when he was fourteen. He loved Fire Dance more than anything. Jack saw the light come into his eyes.
"Now that's better. Why don't you go down to the stable right now and say hello. Fire Dance has sensed you're home by now. Go ahead. I'll put these bags in your room."
"Thanks, Jack." he said and raced out to the stable.
Dorie Johnson was not sure she was happy to be home again. Her father had greeted her and Marilyn, and after a brief conversation, the girls went up to their rooms.
Dorie stood in the dark and looked out of her bedroom window. She began to undress slowly until she stood naked and shimmering in the light of the moon. She turned, knowing that by now her father would be standing in the doorway. But she had not expected him to be half-nude.
There was not time to cover her nakedness. She stood there while his eyes swept over her luscious body. Even in the gloomy darkness she could see that his cock was hard, waving hotly in her direction. She closed her eyes and gathered her courage. She was determined that there would not be a hassle. She would not make a big thing about his sneaking up on her nude. She knew how it was with him.
The silence became unbearable.
"Daddy, couldn't we wait until morning to talk?" Her voice cracked.
"I-I wanted to welcome you proper. I missed you, Dorie. I've been so lonely here without you."
"I know, Daddy, and I missed you. But things have changed. Oh, look, I'm very tired right now. It was a long drive here."
He took a step toward her into a shaft of light. His prick was sticking out like a drawbridge.
She raised her hands. "Please ... I'd hoped that you'd change by now. Dad...?"
"You're right, of course. Well have time enough to talk later."
He dropped his head and turned around. He closed the door. Dorie sighed and flopped down on the bed. She was not at all happy to be home.
Mr. Johnson went back to his room and sat in the dark, puffing nervously on a cigarette. He would not be able to sleep the rest of the night. Dorie's being back in the house had upset him just as he had thought. It had been dumb to go barging naked into her bedroom on her first night back. Still, the pressure had grown since he first received her letter that she would be spending the summer at Kingsport.
He felt guilty and ashamed. He poured a drink from a nearly empty bottle of Scotch. He leaned his head back against the rocker and tried to remember how it all began....
Dorie was only twelve years old when his slutty wife had run away with another man. It was a period when he hated everybody and everything. He no longer gave a shit about raising cattle and building an empire that his wife and daughter would enjoy. The wife would no longer be with him. He turned to drink and became an alcoholic. His friends became fewer and he isolated himself at the ranch. Although he had tried to take on the responsibility of raising Dorie properly, it was not working out. Dorie was growing up quickly, each day she reminded him more of his dearly beloved wife. It was like a miracle, the way Dorie looked exactly like her mother. It was as if fate had sent him another beautiful female to love.
Dorie had always been tall for her age. Her long brown hair that fell far below her shoulders gave her an exotic look. Her face was as pretty as any you would ever see. She had dark eyebrows, a straight nose, and wide sensuous lips.
He had watched her grow into a blossoming flower. So had all the townsmen who kept ogling her. Once her chubby body had lost its baby fat, she slimmed down with shapely hips and a beautifully molded ass. Most of the townsmen were dying to get their dicks into sweet, voluptuous Dorie. She might be only a baby, but she was certainly built well-especially those magnificent tits of hers. She went without a bra most of the time which made it easy to see how her full jugs shook and bounced about under her clothes. It was enough to make every dick within fifty feet get hard as a rock. They all wanted to shove some hot fuck meat into her virgin pussy hole. Pussy that now was absolutely the best thing going. It made their guts tie into knots. Ned and Charlie Jones had been known to shoot off in their jeans from just looking at Dorie's butterball ass.
Ned and Charlie had been Dorie's most ardent admirers.
"That gal sure is growing up fast, ain't she?"
Charlie, chewing on a straw, looked up from where he sat on the curb of the sidewalk, toward the general store.
"Yipe. I told you she was going to be finer than her mother. Shit! That gal's got tits that would put any cunt in town to shame."
Ned was standing next to Charlie's chair. He rubbed his big long prick while he spoke. "It ain't the tits that I want to get my hands on. I love the way that gal swishes her hips-the way she shakes that sweet juicy ass of hers. Just like she knows we're looking at her. Look at the way she wears those fucking shorts."
"You know, Charlie, I don't mean to put you down, but what the fuck is this thing you've got about a woman's asshole?"
"I can see you ain't been around very long, have you, boy? You can tell a lot by looking at a gal's ass. I'm happy that the feminists put all the dumb broads in this country into pants. When they wore dresses, you could see their legs but not the shape of their asses. But now they wear tight pants that emphasize the cheeks and crack."
"So what's the big thing?"
"It's a girl-watcher's jackpot, ya dumb fuck. Now look at Dorie's ass when she passes by. Now, she's wearing those shorts tight for a reason, fool."
As Dorie walked in front of them, she smiled warmly before continuing down the street. Both men's eyes were glued to the undulation of her sexy ass.
"Looka there! See the way those goddamn shorts ride up into her ass-crack? Ever' time she takes a step, one of her cheeks falls out from under the shorts. Looka there! Look how soft and round her ass is. Look how tender her cheeks is back there. You can even see the imprint of her panty-line-see how it chokes off that meat?"
"You got a point there, Charlie. You sure's shit can see her drawers."
"Looks like she's wearing one of those new kind of bikini briefs."
"Yeah, I love it when the gals wear those thin white shorts and those colorful printed drawers beneath. You can see where the panties stops and hug them good cheeks. I sure could put a big root up there in Dorie's asshole. Just think how good that's gonna be when it gets ripe."
"Well, man. It's ripe already. And what makes you think old Mike ain't done weaned that gal?"
"You might be right. He probably has fucked her by now. She sorta walks differently now, don't she. Looks like she has a stiff cock stuck up there in her cunt hole and she has to wiggle them hips to keep it from making her shoot off."
"You really think Mike would fuck his own daughter?"
"Don't be naive. Don't all the fathers fuck around with their daughters in these parts? Haven't you?"
"Well ... I have patted Annie Mae on the butt a few times. Annie Mae has got a soft ass like her mom. But I don't think I would go that far...."
"You don't think! That's so much horseshit! Anything can happen when the weather is so fuckin' hot."
"Yeah, and with Dorie and her dad living out there on the ranch all alone, and as much as she likes to show her stuff, something is bound to happen."
Mr. Johnson had known that his pals were talking behind his back. He also knew that they wanted to fuck his young daughter's cunt. All of this prompted him to take a closer look at Dorie. That was how it all began. He started taking second looks at his young, voluptuous daughter.
He was not a weak man, but to compensate for his growing sexual urge for Dorie, he started dating. He fucked every chance he got, trying to keep his horny nature down. Most of the women were whores, but they were good enough to bust his nuts in. But even after all his prowling and fucking, his eyes still returned to his young daughter.
He remembered the times she so lovingly sat on his lap when they discussed serious matters. He no longer tried to fight it; he wanted to fuck his daughter in the worst way. His hot cock could dictate nothing else; fate was a greater master of his life than his willpower.
He looked forward to those little fireside chats when she would put her arms around his neck and squeeze her little body against his chest.-He could feel her small budding tits hard against him. They were once no more than a mouthful, but now were rising into splendid cones of girl-flesh. He ached to take one in his hand and squeeze its tenderness, to suck the juice of her virginal nipples.
He had felt a bit ashamed the first time she had felt his cock hardening. But she did not get up or change her position. She just sat there as if she understood that he was a man and she had a pussy. The warmth of her round ass was more than he could have stood if he had been Superman. The way they sunk down over his thighs and spread with such softness: distorting her weight and making a hot inferno of wondrous delights for his stiff cock.
The hardest thing in the world to do was to keep her still while she sat upon his lap. Unintentionally, he had put his hand under the arm and touched her soft tittie. It had been so wonderful that he felt compelled to continue the caresses. She was not wearing a bra. His hand slipped under the tee-shirt and felt her bare skin. She shivered and held her head straight up, not making any movement. She was waiting to see if he was actually going to feel her young tit. She sat there, rigid, putting the weight of his conscience back on him.
Then it happened. He awakened one morning with a tremendous hard-on. He looked down at the sheet, sticking up like a tent where his fuck meat was trying to poke a hole through it. Although he milked it down and beat the meat for a while, it was still not the release that he needed. His mind flashed to Dorie. She would still be asleep in her room ... nice and warm and soft. He remembered how warm a woman's body is in the morning. That thought forced him from the bed into the hall and to his daughter's door. He spent long agonizing moments of indecision before he pushed the door open and walked in.
He moved across the room to the head of her bed. She stirred and looked up at him through sleepy eyes. There was a look of bewilderment on her pretty face. He was standing directly over her face. He pulled the covers off her body. She was nude.
Then in a horny trance that he had never experienced before, he pulled his cock out of his shorts. His eyes scanned her naked body, trying to see all of her at once. She looked so warm and vibrant; her luscious thighs were spread wide and he saw her cuntal nest. The sight of her pussy hair stunned him. He could see how her soft ass cushioned the pussy's center and how the strands of curly hair grew wild-like her personality.
His cock had stiffened to its maximum length. He held it at the base to keep it from wiggling and banging around against him. He looked into her face to see what her reaction would be. She was wide-eyed and quickly became caught up in the perverse heat of it all. Her face became drawn and she took on a grown woman's look. It was that uncompromising look of a female when she realized some unchangeable duty to fuck a man, to help him, realizing that his dick had complete control over him.
He moved closer to the bed. She rose up to her knees and leaned forward. She was not sure, but he must want her to put her lips around his root. He was always telling her how lovely and precious her mouth was.
He let go of his cock and let it drop on its own. It dangled down almost to his knees then shot back up to attention. It flagged the air frantically when she moved her lips barely an inch from its swollen tip. She paused long enough to brush the long silky brown hair behind her ears in a feminine gesture that made him shoot a spurt of jism.
Without touching him, she closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue. She touched the tip of his cock; he gasped and widened his stance. It was so earth-shaking to see her pretty young face drawn, her own person now, her mouth stretched too wide from her lack of experience. Her tongue lightly touched under the ridge of his dick-head. Her eyes were shut tight, as though hoping it would not taste bad. She opened them again when she discovered that it was salty, but nice. She looked up into his eyes for some sign, but he could not bear to look her straight in the eye. When he did not feel anything, he looked down again. Her eyes were waiting for his. She wanted him to fully understand that he wasn't taking anything from her; she knew what she was doing. That fact was the most painful for him to face. His daughter was a female who would probably be a good cocksucker. The pain came in knowing he could not keep her in his home forever. Eventually she would grow up and suck other men's dicks. They, whoever they were, would not deserve her precious mouth.
She moved her head under his stiff phallus and sniffed his ball-sac. She was curious to see how a man smelled between his legs, to see if the odor was similar to her pussy when it got hot and sweaty. She found that pleasant too. It was a masculine smell like no other. His cock was banging on top of her head, and she pulled back far enough to take the meat in her mouth.
She brought both hands up to hold Daddy's cock steady. She licked under the dickstring down to his balls and back up again to capture his dickhead. She had had enough of tasting and wanted that fascinating bulb-shaped crown in her mouth. She found that looks were deceiving; it was much too big for her small mouth. Nevertheless, she suffered it and stuffed it down her throat. He wanted to tell her to be careful and not to choke. But it was her experience, and she would enjoy it much more if she discovered things for herself. He must be the patient father and stand still while she sucked on her new toy.
She squeezed his prick shaft a little too tightly. He groaned. She thought it was good sensation for him, and she sucked as hard as she could on his crown. A shock of pleasant pain rippled down through his tube. The tip of his dick was being massaged by her throat muscles, contracting, which gave him a wet, red-hot sensation. He was certain she would choke, but she did not. Then she pulled it completely out of her mouth to catch her breath.
She was enjoying it now; it showed on her face. What a pretty picture she made. He could tell that she was spaced on some sexual fantasy she had dreamed about. At last here was a real live cock to play with. It did not matter that it was her father's dick; it was a dick and that was enough. She seemed to glory in the way she held it as if to show him that she knew it was extra sensitive to pain as well as to the pleasure of her hot mouth. She seemed to know that he could get off just by looking at her face. This must be the moment when the female is rewarded for wearing makeup, the false lashes and painted bow-shaped lips that she had seen in women's magazines. This was the act that so many women tortured themselves for and became neurotic if they missed out on. She was beginning to understand what it meant to be female and have the joy of capturing a cock.
She tilted her head back and opened her mouth as wide as possible. Her tongue slithered out to prick the rise of the crown. His dick throbbed and stood up straight for her kisses. She puckered her lips and gave it a wet juicy kiss. Then she buried the crown in her mouth and rinsed it with her saliva. She barely let the ring of her lips touch the ridge, putting just enough pressure there to make it hot. Then as if she had suddenly returned to reality, she gave his dick a hard lick all the way down its stiff length.
As she became more at ease, she began to take her time with the prize. She wanted to see what tricks she could make it do. It was obvious that she had the power to induce great feelings of pleasure in it, and that made her feel extra good.
He climbed onto the bed and got on his knees. She remained flat on her back, her head under his crotch. His penis shot down at a straight angle right into her juicy mouth. She reached up and held it still with both hands. Her left hand rubbed over his stomach while the right hand came between his legs to cup his balls. She massaged the testicles lovingly, knowing that the more she did this, the hotter he would become.
He hovered above her and caressed down the satiny sides of her teenage body. When he squeezed her tit, she let go of his cock and just squirmed around for a moment. Then she took the dick back into her mouth to suck some more. He felt down her belly to the slit of her pussy.-He very delicately brushed her clitoris and she cocked her knees together. He pried them apart and this time stuck a finger into her pussy hole. Automatically, she began to push her tender hole up to him. He could not help but fuck his dick deep into her mouth, just once.
She liked it when he did this. He must think that her mouth was a pussy. She knew that much about sex, that a dick went into her pussy hole. But he kept jabbing his finger into her pussy, which must have meant that he wanted to fuck her now.
He pulled his cock from her mouth and moved between her thighs. She was still wiggling in heat, dryfucking, wanting a cock inside her cunt to stop the throbbing ache for fulfillment.
He stuck his finger deeper into her virgin pussy. She moaned and held on to his prick for dear life, as if sucking it harder would release the pent-up passion inside her. He was pleased to see that she was so hot-natured-like her mother-loving to gnaw on his hot meat. What a little glutton his daughter would be when she learned all the skills of sucking cock!
He leaned over her warm body. His eyes fixed on the triangle of her pussy. Her thighs were so smooth and soft, they squeezed her cunt, which was overrun with pussy hairs. He wondered if his big dick would be able to penetrate her tiny hole. He kissed her thighs and licked his tongue into the crevice then over her clitoral mound. He opened her thighs and took a deep look into the heart of her pussy hole. It was such a pretty pussy. It had just the right amount of hair around it to make it inviting. The mound swelled slightly and her clitoris pushed through the lips like a steeple. He had seen many pussy holes in his day, but not one of them compared to this virgin's.
The older women got, the more they craved to be fucked and thus resorted to masturbation, which gave the snatch a brownish worn out look. Lesbians had that all the time, incredibly non-delicious looking pussies. He imagined that some day a lesbian would lust after this pussy hole, wanting to gnaw it until it too became chewed and sapped of its flowery beauty.
His mouth would be the very first to kiss the rose petals of his virgin daughter's cunt. He looked deeper and saw how the inner walls contrasted and spurted out a creamy liquid that bubbled over and dripped between her pillow-soft ass-cheeks. He licked it away, making sure that he spread the juice over the lobes of her inner thighs. She trembled and stiffened. Even her thighs were sensitive to his kisses. He licked the slime up into the center of her pussy. The vulva blossomed out and he caught the insides, which sent a shivering shock of pleasure through her. He was aware of her moaning and twisting beneath him. Her ass began to make circles and bump up and down. It was a passionate sensation that she was not used to. No man had ever kissed and sucked out her pussy before-and no man would do a more, loving thorough job of it than her own dad.
He flattened himself out and made himself comfortable. There was no hurry, nobody else was around. He became intrigued with the deep cleft of her teenage ass. He slid one finger into her pussy and another into her tiny ass-hole. Then he licked over the top of her clitoris, which was completely exposed now. She could not stand it and tried her best to draw away. The hot feeling was too much for her. No longer could she hold back the explosion building within her.
He continued to poke and play in her holes, working her clit until it was bright red. Then he sucked the tip of it in between his teeth and lightly played his tongue over it.
They were approaching the moment of truth. He raised himself to his knees and swung his huge cock to the center of her pussy. He looked down at her. She had such a helpless, brave, scared look on her pretty young face. Nevertheless, she lay there, the brown hair spilling over her wide, sexy eyes as she stared down at the long fuck-muscle between his legs: the one she had kissed and sucked just minutes before. Now it was going to penetrate her tight cunt. She did not know what to do with her hands. They finally came down to spread her pussy lips apart for him. He stared down into her luscious pink cavern, which was opening and closing, welcoming his cock-head.
The room fell silent. His face flushed and it seemed as if time stood still. He looked down at his prick and saw the head burrow into the tight squeeze of her twat. It slicked into the watery folds and penetrated about an inch. She gave out with a cry that jarred his insides and he lunged forward. Her virginity was over. For a moment she just lay there breathing and bearing the biting pain.
He caressed her breasts. She closed her eyes, found her courage and rolled her hips. Her daddy's cock was right in her small pussy and she could barely stand for him to fuck it in and out. She strained to hold still while more of it came up further into her hole. With each thrust, she wondered when it would end. How far up in her cunt did he intend to come? She felt her pussy expand and stretch, tight as a balloon, ready to pop if he so much as dared to lay his weight on top of her. Then she felt something wonderful and strange happening within her cuntal area. It was as if something flowed out of her. Now her pussy was slippery and wet enough for him to move up and down inside her. It felt good all of a sudden. It felt even better when she pushed toward his cock's forward strokes. The more he fucked into her, the hotter her sensations became. Then she felt another strange reaction starting in her cunt. She must be coming, she thought. She looked up at her dad with questioning eyes. He smiled through the pained expression on his face, and she knew then that she had had her very first orgasm.
She closed her eyes and tried to hang on to the moment. To savor it to see if she felt any different now than before she had been fucked. Yes. Yes. Yes. It was as if her dad had fucked life into her hollow soul-the fucking had bridged the gap between auto-sexual bliss and carnal explosion. It was wonderful!
"Oh Daddy!"
"My baby...."
"Do you like it?"
"Yes, it's wonderful, really far out."
"Ooohhh, baby ... my sweet baby."
"Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me, Daddy!"
"You're so beautiful ... so very, very beautiful."
"Stick your cock all the way into me. Let me feel all of you! I love you, Daddy. I want you deep inside me ... now we are as one and it's like poetry. You created me and I belong to you."
Her words drove him to a cunt-fucking frenzy he had not known since. Perhaps it was the hottest fuck of all fucks he would ever have on this planet. Perhaps in the next life there would be such a moment when pussy was the best ever for him.
He lowered himself down onto her tits and held her tight. He reached underneath her and squeezed her ass-cheeks. At last he had the chance to feel them and enjoy them as he liked. They were like quicksilver in his hands, not that they were big, but they were so delicate. His big dick fucking in and out of her tight wet cunt seemed to make her ass much softer to his touch. He squeezed her right cheek and aimed his prick to that side of her pussy. She haunched her pussy so that he could fuck all the warmth there. It seemed that her cunt got deeper as the sensation got better. It flashed in his mind that it was impossible that his massive hard-thrusting cock could enter her three inch pussy. Sweet females were so incredible, and that more than anything made them beautiful to make love to. They were so giving and trusting. Opening up a vital hole like the cunt to let the hard dick shoot its spunk at will was indeed a form of higher love.
He grasped her asscheeks hard and made a slight adjustment. Now his penis was fucking and poking at the other side of her cunt-tunnel. His was an adventurous cock that was probing for the essence of what this virgin had to offer in the way of feminine contribution. He wanted to see how funky and sensitive she could be. To see how wild his big dick could drive her. Would dicks eventually make her scream and tear out her hair? Would a hard-fucking dick be the safety valve that would prevent her from becoming a frigid cunt?
As he fucked her, he knew that she was one of the rare breed of female who absolutely loved to be fucked for the sheer goodness of it. She would have no hang-ups sexually. Not the way that her young pussy read his dick, knowing where to turn and where to give it, even just a slight second before he thought it. Her cunt was always one jump ahead of his hardest thrust. Her cunt knew when to pucker to draw out enough come to keep it lubricated. It was a trick that must have been a natural biological function.
When she felt his dick pulsating and about to discharge, she kissed his neck and whispered Daddy in his ear. He froze and she would fuck solo, riding and sliding up and down his cockshaft, happy that he had given her this opportunity to play big girl during intermission.
She threw her legs up around his back and banged her cunt hard on his dick. She tried to copy his fucking movements. She did it so well that he had to hang on, doing his damnedest not to shoot off in her hot cunt-but he was losing the battle. He wanted to scream out for her to stop. But he could not deny her this moment of wild madness; she was exposing her inner self now, driven by the gut-tearing sensation that demanded a full female. Demanding that the dick hold still while she got hers off. Daring him to move while kissing and teasing his ears. It was like the black widow spider who, having trapped her stud, was asking how much of a man he was. Could he withstand her cunt if she really let go and made it extra hot for him? If she got down and wiggled and funky-fanned his cock? If she relaxed and let the heat from all over her body pour down over his shaft, while she moved just slightly, making her pussy roll and tease and suck out his come. Would his come be as hot as hers when they emerged?
He felt her have another orgasm. She froze and clung to his neck. Then he began lo fuck again. His dick was heavy with the impending load of jism, but he was afraid to dick her too deeply, knowing he would not be able to fuck the heat of her cunt and not blow his stack. He fucked her in varying degrees ... inch by inch, he tried to sneak up to the cervix without going off. He was hoping against hope that she would be too exhausted to enhance his mounting passion. He wanted his dick deep against her cervix when he discharged. It felt so much better when he had burrowed as deep as he could. He held his breath, trying not to let her know how hard he was struggling. But she seemed to sense that he was in torment. Lovingly, she kissed his ear and fanned her pussy in several rapid-fire movements.
He fell over backward and snatched his cock out of her pussy. His sperm shot high in the air and spattered over his thighs. She fell back against the headboard-her eyes asking if she had done something wrong....
CHAPTER FIVE
It was hot as the Devil's balls in the valley the next morning. Steven climbed out of bed and took a deep breath. It was swell to be away from the smoggy city and back home where nature was so refreshing. He remembered that he was in his father's house, but he wasn't going to let that fuck up his day. It would be at least two days before his father would be expected, time enough to take advantage of this gorgeous weather.
He searched the closet. Most of his clothes were just as he had left them when he had departed for college. He put on swimming trunks and grabbed a towel. Downstairs, Elma, Jack's wife, was in the kitchen preparing breakfast. He took a moment to say good morning and continued toward the pool.
Cybil had just climbed out of the pool and stood drying her hair. There was something sexually magnetic about her that set his blood boiling! She was tall and slinky with a certain grace that set her above other females. She had been raised from birth to be the wife of a wealthy man. She looked like a bronze statue standing there, and must have worked very hard to get such a deep tan. She was wearing a yellow bikini which contrasted well with the berry-brown skin. His eyes swept down her profile-her tits were so large that she held her elbows inward to her chest.
It made his dick hard to see how small her waist was, how it tapered down into just a wisp of an ass. Her ass was so pretty that it looked as though it was a disgrace for any other woman to even have one. She was a cantankerous kitten ready to cuddle and purr, but keep your hands off. The flat stomach set above a pout of a pussy mound, and the wet bikini highlighted it. There was so much pussy hair that it looked as if she was carrying a dick between her legs.
"Good morning, Steven. Won't you join me?"
She had seen him just as he started to walk away.
"Good morning." He turned. "I didn't think anyone would be up this early."
"It's part of my exercise program. I've tried dieting but most of those methods are too dehumanizing."
"You look as though you're in good shape."
He had not meant to compliment her but the words slipped out. She stood facing him now, the face bright, her smile broad-the mouth looking as if it was meant for sucking cocks. Absentmindedly she dried her legs with a towel, while her eyes stared into his.
They sat down on the grass. While she was lying flat, her thighs were contorted and made her asscheeks spill out from beneath the bikini; round, widespread and majestic in their softness. He became flushed and embarrassed, not for himself, but for his dad. How could Cybil so blatantly parade around in such a scanty bikini in front of the hired hands? He was sure all of them wanted to fuck her hot snatch.
"You've changed, Steven. I think college agrees with you. You're all grown up now, aren't you? And quite handsome-the spitting image of your father.
He saw her eyes flicker downward. It was then that he realized that his cock was snaking out from beneath his trunks. But he would not blow his cool.
"It has been a little while," he said. "You've changed some, too."
"We didn't have much of a chance to get acquainted. I had hoped you would grow fond of me. But you don't like me really, do you?"
"I wouldn't say that." He had a direct shot at her crotch. He saw how the bikini was taut and how delicious her flesh looked. He could see the ridges of her pussy forming a neat, long slit between her thighs.
He wasn't going to be her patsy and make polite conversation. Fencing with words was her speciality and he wasn't sure how the game was being played. He quietly stood up and dove into the pool.
It was hot and stuffy inside the motel room. Cybil pulled back the curtain and looked out. There was still no sign of Barney. She glanced down at her watch, disgustedly. It was nearly noon and she would have to be getting back to the ranch soon. She would wait another ten minutes before putting on her clothes and leaving. "Fucking men! They ball you a couple of times and then treat you like shit. If only I didn't need Barney's cock so badly ... Oh, how I wish I could walk out on this relationship," she grumbled. "The more I think about Barney the hornier I get. If he didn't have such a big dick I would never look twice at him. But he's all man and he knows how to fuck me until I get enough. That's important to me. I love it when he stuffs his prick deep into my cunt, as though he can't get enough. And he's such an animal the way he chokes his cock down my throat."
The hot weather added to her anxiety. She looked out the window again and spotted Barney coming up the walk past the front office. To her surprise he was not alone. There was another man with Barney. Just her luck! Barney probably couldn't stay and was just stopping by to tell her that he had to work.
Barney knocked on the door. She quickly grabbed up her dress and opened the door.
"Sorry I'm late, doll. Don't be sore, huh? I want you to meet a friend of mine."
The man behind Barney was tall and handsome, big shoulders, rippling muscles that stood out in a white teeshirt. He couldn't take his eyes off Cybil. Barney had evidently told him horny stories about her hot pussy.
"Barney, you know better," she snapped.
"This is Harry Baker, he drives a rig the same as me. I've been telling 'im all about you. He didn't believe there could be a woman as beautiful as you. You know? Shake hands with my friend, huh?"
Harry crudely took her hand and shook it. He was a clumsy ox but rather appealing in that he seemed simpleminded. Simpleminded men with his build usually had big, bulb-shaped dicks, and not enough brains to know when to quit fucking. They made the kind of fuck-partners she enjoyed: no involvement, just straight, dirty dicking.
"Barney, if this is what I think it is-you have explaining to do." She took a step backwards.
She felt Harry's eyes eating up her body; he didn't try to hide his staring. His eyes were glued on her tremendous tits.
"Come here, let me talk to you." Barney pulled her across the room to the bed so Harry wouldn't hear them. He tried to put his arms around her, but she angrily stepped aside.
"You don't really expect me to do anything here...."
"Hey, listen, doll, why not?"
"Fuck you, with that sonofabitch here? Oh no! You have a lot of nerve, Barney."
"Hey-you said you loved to fuck!"
"Is that what you think of me?"
"C'mon, Harry is a good guy. He don't get to see much cunt, being married and all tied down. I've been bragging how beautiful you are. He didn't believe me until he saw you."
"You are thirty minutes late!"
She looked at Harry. He was antsy, wondering what her decision would be. She could see that he was sporting a hard cock.
Barney laid her down on the bed and started to run his hands over her luscious body. He stroked up and over her long legs and finally cupped her pussy. She groaned and squirmed into a tight knot. He squeezed her tits and she gasped aloud.
Harry could not actually believe that she was going to let them both fuck her, not until he saw the sly smile come over her face as she pulled the dress off her shoulder. She glanced back at him, hoping he was enjoying the show; she was in as much of a hurry to get to him as he was to jam his dick up her pussy hole.
Barney was a long, tall, Southern boy, bony, and he had a long dick. Barney really had one hung on him. Harry could see why he had no trouble getting gals to ball him. Whenever Barney had too much cunt to handle, he would ask Harry, Albert, and Hank his best fucking buddies to help him out. He had told them all about the wealthy, freaked-off bitch he had been fucking. How the broad never got enough strong, hard fucking. How she loved to gnaw a cock to the bone. They just could not believe that Cybil could be all these things rolled into one neat package. Rich broads were usually ugly and difficult to swallow because of their puritan bitchiness, but Cybil did not seem to have any of these traits.
Barney hugged her body, squatted a bit, and pushed his cock up between her thighs. His long cock stuck up between her legs like a baseball bat She reached behind and tried to touch his hot organ-tickled pink that he could do tricks like that for her pussy.
He rocked and ground against her cunt for a moment. At first, she pretended to be embarrassed and kept looking back over her shoulder at Harry as if she was shy, because her bare ass was showing. Then she seriously began to put her cunt to him. Their bodies slid together. Barney's cock slipped out from between their bodies and came into full view. Even Harry had to gasp when he saw how huge it was. Her slender profile, accented by a low-slung ass, looked as if it would break in two, if a cock that big and long was stuck into her hole.
Harry was reluctant to join the action, thinking Barney might feel he was horning in too soon. But looking at Cybil's soft, cute ass compelled him to move forward. He stepped up close behind her until his penis touched her buttocks. The moment she felt it, she pushed back and twisted against his cock.
"Hmmm, that's nice," she purred. "What kept you so long?"
"Yeah, Harry. She can take two, can't you, baby?"
"The more the merrier!"
"You mean that?"
"I never say anything I don't mean."
"Well, we'll soon see, sweetheart. Hank and Albert are outside in the rig ... waiting...."
She pulled back to see his face. "Are you shitting me?"
"I'm only kidding...."
Harry was just about to shoot off. Rubbing his dick against the shallow crack of her ass had him soaring. He wanted her pussy so badly that he could barely stand waiting.
"She's nice, Barney. Gawd, how hot she feels."
"Didn't I tell you?"
"Oh, you guys flatter me. Am I that good to be with?"
She was sandwiched between them. She kissed and tongued Barney. She turned in the tight embrace and gave Harry a hard, wet kiss that curled his toes. She put her arms around his neck and rolled her cunt over his prick, curious to see how much was there, how badly he wanted to get into her twat. She was being wicked and loved every moment of it.
Barney's warm cock rolled over her ass and into her acid-hot crack; she had to be careful with him behind her. He would try to fuck her asshole. She was not ready for that butt-fuck action yet, although the sandwich certainly made her feel frisky. She rather enjoyed the way Harry's body felt against her skin. Immediately, she began to help him out of his clothes. She was anxious to have his cock free, rubbing hotly over her flesh. His shirt came off. Her hands smoothed over his hairy chest. He was big and strong with hard muscles.
"Hmmmm, you sure have a sexy body, Harry. I'm glad Barney brought you along," she whispered.
"I try to stay in shape. I jog whenever I can...." he said, dropping his arms so she could undo his belt buckle.
While he scrambled out of his jeans, Barney made her face the wall. He put both his hands on her hips to hold her steady. He bent his knees and stuck his pear-shaped dick into her crack.
"Careful, Barney-don't show off just because Harry is here." She smiled when she said this, enjoying the way her breasts were flat against the rough texture of the wall.
Harry had one leg out of the jeans and one still in. He almost tripped and fell watching Barney roll his cock over her sexy ass. She raised her arms high above her head and began to bump and grind to excite them more. Actually it was a tactic to make Barney miss her hole-she still wasn't ready to be fucked in the asshole.
She said, "Don't be so piggy, Barney. Let's move to the bed so we can be more comfortable."
Harry was on the bed before them. The moment she saw his prick she wanted it in her mouth. She bent over his prick while Barney stood on the floor and poked his dick into her pussy slit. Harry was in a mild state of shock: this beautiful high-toned creature was guzzling his cock down her throat. Boy, she really knew what to do and how to get down on a root. She braced herself on one elbow while one hand played up and down his thick shaft as though she was playing a skin flute. First a deep suck. Then a long, drawn-out one, with puckered lips, to pull the jism up through his tube. When no come shot up, she resorted to the deep sucking again.
"His prick is sweeter than yours, Barney," she teased. There was nothing sacred between them, having been fuck-partners for several months.
"Yeah ... I bet he can't match this though!"
Barney's prick pushed into her pussy hole. Her hole was only partially lubricated and it was slow going at first. There were globs of white come around his dick; she hadn't been fucked in awhile. It was tight all the way. Then his crown was past the squeezing barrier and into the area of stinging-hot pussy. It was so good beyond the two-inch depth that he snatched his dick out of her pussy hole. He grabbed it and milked it down, holding the base hard to prevent a premature come shot. He rubbed her white come over the crown until it became a creamy substance, then fucked it into her twat again.
He began to sock it to her! He was comfortable now with both feel securely on the floor, his 230 pounds pushing his dick into the pussy target, each hand holding a soft asscheek, molding the flesh and making the buttocks shake furiously. She fucked back. It was a matter of survival now. His dick would rip her cunt hole wide open if she didn't get into the swing of fucking. She moved her ass in a mixed series of directions, seeing if he could stay with her. Sometimes older men started out like jackrabbits to finish the fuck slow as snails. But both these men seemed to be up pretty hard, both were feeling their oats.
Barney started fucking too hard. She looked back with a warm smile and said, "Don't get too carried away, honey.' Remember that I'm very fragile." She put her mouth back over Harry's dickhead.
She then pulled her pussy off of Barney's dick and made Harry stretch out on his back. She straddled him and grasped his big fuckmeat and guided it up into her cunt; a slow, painstaking movement, because there was so much meat to take in. She wiggled down over the shaft and screwed her cunt downward until the union was airtight.
Harry shot off in her pussy hole the moment she lowered down on him. But his hard on did not go down, he managed to stay stiff despite the sheer delight of being inside her hole. He looked up at her sitting on his cock, leaning back on both arms, her face grimacing, getting her rocks off. He had seen this gorgeous creature in town many times before. He knew only that she was the wife of a millionaire. He had seen the way she carried her tits high, and how wickedly she rotated her ass. He had never ever dreamed that someday he would be pulling a train on her greasy, rich cunt.
Harry was a body freak. Even now he wanted to lean forward and lick her all over. She swung her head back to flick the hair out of her eyes. The gold earrings she wore added to her exotic appearance. He had not ever fucked a woman so beautiful before, so exquisite and stuck up. He had lusted for women with her fine breeding and vowed that if he ever got his dick in one, he would fuck the shit out of her. And here she was-riding his dick-controlling his orgasms.
She loved to ball, and ball, and ball ... He saw her tits sticking up like fine cones. Her jugs were a soft pink, as though they were the tenderest tits on earth. Her nipples were like crimson knolls more than prickly hard bumps. His eyes swept down to the circle of her pussy. One of her legs was bent under her ass and the other one pushed forward it gave her the balance she needed to be able to sit up there on his dick so comfortably. It was plain to see that she had fucked in every position imaginable. It was also very clear that she had mental trips when she fucked. The quick changes of expression on her face said that she was getting off in many different ways. His dick had gotten harder and now he could fuck her back without shooting off too easily.
She leaned forward and gave him a good, juicy kiss. By doing so, it made her twat tighter and half of his cock slipped out. She reached down and stuffed the prick back up into her pussy hole. She waited until it was good and deep before she began to go crazy with fucking motions. Nothing but her ass moved, fanning the air, making circles, then diving down on his penis. Sometimes she would forget herself and let too much of her weight drop, which pricked her cervix, and she cried out passionately. She would raise off the too-hard dick and tempt fate once more. The next time she had to have it deep and instead of plunging down, she squirmed and popped it in suddenly. A loud grunt came with the movement. She fucked him good and hot two or three times and then raised her cunt up again. It left him panting and damn near tearing out his heart for her good pussy.
He tried to catch up with her fucking and funky rhythm. He would fuck up just as she was pulling her pussy hole upward. There would be no blunt contact. It drove him nuts, he felt as though he was fucking into space. He strained to make his dick harder and longer. Her pussy tunnel became tighter and she slowed her circle-fucking down so he could fuck her a good one. She threw back her head and gritted her teeth, then looked down at him unbelievingly. She stopped and rubbed his cock lovingly, to compliment it for doing such wonderful fucking in her hot, hot cunt.
She looked up at Barney. "Give me a little dick to suck on, will you, Barney?" She reached out to pull him closer so she could get her mouth on his cockhead.
Barney kneeled down and gave his prick to her. She arched her back proudly and stuffed the dong between her lips. He pulled her hair back so Harry would see the action. It was as though they were both plotting to make Harry shoot off. It was like watching two people having hot sex: a gal blowing a guy, and you were a part of it. Your dick was stuck up in her pussy while she got her kicks from blowing your best buddy....
Harry saw the way she was teasing Barney's cock, licking all around the ridge, but not taking it in her mouth fully. He rammed his cock hard up into her pussy. The stroke must have punctured her cervix. It was good to her and she grunted and sucked the dickhead into her mouth. While it was there in her mouth, Harry gave her another shot with his root, to make her suck deeper and harder. Evidently she understood the communication because she was gagging now, but determined not to take a breath of air; not to let the cock fall from her mouth. All the while she let Harry fuck and poke up into her belly, bearing the hot pounding of his long prick. To make it all more exciting, she spread her pussy lips and fingered her clitoris. A stream of creamy come poured from her slit and over his belly. Her free hand went up to squeeze and pull her titties. She stretched one as far as it would go and then let it go and made it pop back in place. He shut his eyes and felt himself going off ... so hard and good that it shocked his whole system. Suddenly the motel room flashed tilt!
She slowed her fucking Harry's dick to a steady, even rocking motion. She took a better hold on Barney's penis when he was just about to peak. She wanted to attend to that explosion first-just in case he went off suddenly. To her, this was the best time to tease and suck over a cock-when the guy could not stand the sucking any longer.
"Now be cool, Barney. You gotta promise not to shoot off yet. You know what a mess you make over my face ... remember the last time when you shot off everywhere!"
Harry looked up to see what she was talking about. Her head was cocked back, sucking Barney's dick down her throat. It looked like a long water hose hooking over into her precious lips. She sucked and guzzled the dickhead until it turned scarlet red. She nibbled at the eye of the dickhead, daring it to shoot off into her mouth. She briskly rubbed her flat, coarse tongue hard into the crevice. Then she sucked so hard that it made her groan and grab her head. She wanted his juice in the worst way-they all saw this. Both men held their breath wondering what would be the decisive trick that would make Barney shoot his wad. How much of a cocksucker was she? What would she do to make him give her a big mouthful? It was indeed going to be a big mouthful, because Barney's dick looked as if it had swelled to twice its size. Her lips, her teeth, her cheeks, all worked to burst his horny balloon.
"Don't come yet, Barney-" She sucked as hard as she could, knowing it was causing him pain, but understanding that this was her thing. The moment of truth was at hand, to see if he could deliver his spunk and be a man, while she sucked his seed of life.
"Oh, baby ... baby ... I can't-" he groaned pitifully.
"Hmmmm," she moaned, "it's good to me too, Barney. Look Harry, look at me sucking his cock. I'm going to suck your dick the same way. Barney, here, gets so hot when he's about to shoot off!"
"You are the greatest, sweetheart." He moaned and groaned and prepared to have the blow of all time.
"Say that louder, I want Harry to hear you say it."
"You are the best cocksucker in the whole world."
She stopped sucking his cock and held it high. She turned and stared sexily, threateningly down at Harry. "What do you think about that, Harry?"
She then climbed off Harry's cock, still holding Barney's. She brought both cocks together and sucked them both at the same time.
Both cocks were head to head with her lips teasing both. Both men shot off at the same time, throwing jism into her beautiful face. She swallowed most of the come and then bathed her breasts in what was left. Then she looked to see if there was any more come ready for more swallowing.
A knock sounded.
Before she could react, Barney opened the door. There stood two more rough-and-ready-looking truckdrivers. She leaped from the bed and wiped her mouth.
"Ohhh no, Barney!"
There she stood with four strapping, muscle-bound truckdrivers staring at her naked body.
"Ah, don't be such a prude. These guys won't say a word. They're good joes who heard about you, that's all."
"Howdy do, lady. I'm Hank, and that's Albert."
Albert walked up and put his arm around Cybil. He tried to kiss her, playing pocket pool at the same time.
"Wait just a minute," she stammered.
"You sure are a fine-looking lady."
Albert opened his fly and showed his cock. He pointed it at her and she fluttered her eyelids.
"I can't fuck all of you guys! Shit, no!"
Hank began to discard his clothes. Harry was on the bed beating his meat, pushing hard to come again. Barney stood back and smiled at her. She had once told him about her wildest fantasies and one of them was to be balled by a group of hard-cocked men, dying to dick her cold. She had also hinted to Barney that she would never have the nerve to set such fucking up. Secretly, she thought she would give Barney a nice bonus in his allowance. He was the kind of fucker she needed; one who could make her fantastic dreams come true.
Hank wanted to ball her first. They climbed on the bed with the other three guys watching, all fondling their cocks. Hank made her take up a dog position, down on all fours. He fucked her from behind with a good, hard, stiff cock. It was good for her, because now she would have the chance to sample a variety of fuck meat. Hank wasn't too large but he was fast as a jackhammer! He pounded her with hard, long strokes, in a slow even motion. He was a stingy guy, in that he insisted on keeping his cock jammed up in her cunt as far as it would reach. He would be termed, in higher circles of society, a "cunt stretcher." He got his kicks from seeing how much cock a woman's pussy could actually take-without splitting open.
Next, Albert climbed on top of her and fucked her so fast that it hardly seemed that he was in her at all. She pulled him back down after he had quickly shot off. She puckered up her pussy to form a vacuum that sucked him deep into her pussy to ring her gongs. She whipped her soupy-hot pussy around his cock in a slow, deliberate climb to the highest peak imaginable, then pushed him over the side-withdrawing her pussy from his dick-until it hung at the entrance. She threatened to remove it completely, just as he shot off the second time. Then she opened wide to let him come plunging all the way back in her cunt again.
Then Barney pulled her down on his dick. She climbed in the saddle and leaned forward. Hank stood over her ass and peered down at how her sexy butt looked. She had such round asscheeks, and when she spread her legs, the ass looked all the wider. There was the dark outline of her asshole shaded by dark hairs. Barney's dick was slicing up into her pussy, taking along hairs, come juice, and everything.
Hank stood up on the bed and lowered himself down over her hips. He squatted until his dick was pushed up against her asshole. She paused for a moment, undecided if she wanted the buttonhole action or not. Hank did not give her a choice in the matter. He punctured her asshole in one easy movement. He smiled, knowing that her husband must have fucked her this way. It was good, hot, gritty asshole-tender. It felt as if there was acid burning his dick as he pushed further into her fart hole. He could feel Barney's dick inside her pussy, colliding with his own; there was a thin membrane that separated the two cocks.
Albert could not believe such a thing was possible. But there this woman was, fucking two dicks at the same time, a dick in her cunt, and another one stuck up in her asshole. He looked at her mouth and thought about having her suck him off. But he was too slow because Harry beat him there. She was only too happy to take on another cock.
The hours dragged on. Finally she had had enough and asked for one last favor. She made them all line up, side by side. Then she got down on her knees and sucked them all. First one, then switching off and going down the line. It was as if she was playing a game or tuning musical instruments, making each cock come to its maximum erection. She set about bringing them all to the point of explosion. Then, just as she planned, they each went off in turn, into her mouth. Then it was as if there were four pints of come pouring into her gaping mouth.
Finally she fell back into a chair, too exhausted to move. Albert stepped up and wanted to fuck again.
"Hey-no, no! I can't take any more, OK? You guys have worn me out completely. Time out! Shit!"
"Just suck this little bit ... It's dripping come again."
"OK, but just a little. My lips are swollen."
She sucked what little come was there on his dickhead. He kissed her and they all began to dress. When Barney was dressed she looked at him. "You bastard, you!" She was near tears, but they were tears of joy. Barney came over and gave her a big hug.
"You're not really sore at me, are you?"
"I should be. But I love you, you funny dope. You're all really beautiful fuckers."
"Then we're still pals, huh, babe?"
"Yes. And I have some money in my purse for you. Is four hundred dollars enough this time? I have to watch my budget this month because my husband's son is here for the summer."
"Which means?" He eyed her suspiciously.
"Which means you and your buddies here, will have to find another chick to have your orgies with during the summer. I have to play the role of Miss High Society and the caring mother bullshit. I'm sorry."
"What the fuck am I gonna do all that time? You can still get away to see me. How old is the kid?"
"He's about 17, I don't really know."
"Yeah, well, he's a big boy. You just make sure nothing funny goes on between you two. I don't like you being around all those horny ranch hands-now I got a young stud to worry about too. You better just sit on your cunt and keep it for me."
"Hey listen, I have to give my husband some nooky once in awhile. It's not often that he wants to fuck, but I can't say no. If I do, we will both be driving trucks. You dig, as the kids say? Now get out of here and let me get dressed. And so help me, Barney, if one word of this gets back to me-"
Albert came forward. "No, lady, we wouldn't do that. And listen, we know some swinging chicks who love to party. So if you get the time you let us know, huh? But there ain't many gals who can beat your time."
"It was lovely, fellas. All of you guys fucked really good. See you around."
CHAPTER SIX
Marilyn was awakened by a bright shaft of sunlight streaming through the bedroom window. She sighed, took a deep breath, and rolled over. For a moment she did not realize where she was, then she sat up straight and peered out the window. There were green trees and purple mountains, and clean, fresh air to breathe. What a beautiful place her friend Dorie had grown up in.
She rolled out of bed and looked for something to put on. She had to use the bathroom at the end of the hall. Dorie and her father would still be in the sack, so why bother to put anything on? She crept quietly to the bathroom door. The door was cracked open and she heard the splatter of urine. Before she could turn away, she caught sight of Mr. Johnson with his dick out.
She took a better look when she saw how stiff and red his cock was. The sight of it paralyzed her and she stood gaping. Mr. Johnson stood over the bowl with both hands on his hips. The piss streamed down in a yellow spray. It was fascinating to see a man take a leak, she thought. She had seen her own father piss on several occasions. The whole routine that men went through was such a masculine trip. She had always thought it would be a kick to sneak into a municipal John without being seen and watch the guys pull out their cocks. And how nice it would be to suck and get down on one as pretty as Mr. Johnson's.
His dick was sort of big and red like an overcooked sausage. He had skinned it back and it looked like it was on fire! When he finished pissing, he shook his cock and flushed the bowl.
She hurried back to her room and closed the door quietly. Shame on you, she told herself. You just don't invade other people's privacy-after all, you are a guest here. Yeah ... but Dorie's father sure is a sexy fucker. I wouldn't mind giving him some pussy. I like older men because they add their experience to their fucking....
She stretched out on the bed in a beam of sunlight. Her bladder was full and now she had horny thoughts to go along with that. The sun felt so nice and warm over her naked body. Maybe Dorie would take her to the beach. Hmmm, she was getting turned on by the sun's rays. Having seen Mr. Johnson's dick made her want to fuck and suck it. What a wicked person you are, Marilyn!
Very slowly her hands came down to cup her pussy mound. She squeezed it slightly to stir her passion. The clit was so hot she could barely stand to touch it. Dorie had gummed her a little too hard, but she had done a sweet job. She spread the hairs on her cunt apart and then sent an adventurous finger down to probe the opening. Her slit was sloppy wet, absolutely leaking buckets ... She inserted one finger and the sensation was so good, she had to draw her thighs together and lock her knees. There was a battle being joined between her legs. One side telling her to stop beating her meat, another side calling her chicken shit for abusing her free spirit. She had to do something quick to relieve the cuntal ache. If only she had not seen Mr. Johnson's cock!
She looked over at her half-filled suitcase. Damn it! She forgot to bring the dildo on the trip. A vibrator would have been just as nice. And there was nothing in the room that would serve as a substitute ... although she could use her fingers to masturbate. But her clitoris had been dulled by Dorie's mouthing it so hard. She would need something or some object stronger than a goddamn finger!
Maybe it was the fresh country air that was making her so horny for a fuck this early in the morning. Usually she never got horny until after her first morning class. By noon her panties would be dripping cunt juice.
She moved off the bed and stood before the mirror on back of the door. She took a good look at her reflection and moved closer. If she was someone else-would she get horny for her body? What was there about her body that turned Dorie on so much? She pressed her breasts flat against the cold mirror. A thrill shot through her! The surface was titillating to her lower body. She stood there flat against it, pushing out her pelvis and trying to make her pussy rub. Then she could feel it on her pussy hairs and she rolled harder into the glass.
She smoothed one side of her face against the glass. She saw a lovely redhead looking back at her. She wanted to kiss this sumptuous creature, exotic bitch that she was ... Why not do it if it could be a big turn on? She kissed the reflection of lips and tongued the other tongue. She could feel the warm trickles of pussy fluids seeping out of her cunt hole and down her hot thighs; she wiggled and dryfucked the mirror. She imagined that there was a stiff prick wanting to poke her. She shuddered with the perverted thrill she was receiving. She was getting off on her own body. She thought about how Dorie loved to suck and tug on her titties; they were king-sized and shook quite a bit, but she never appreciated them. That is, until this very moment, looking at how delicious they appeared, white and creamy with a red cherry atop them for nipples. She squeezed one tit. Hmmm, they were soft and felt spongy and they kept sliding out of her fingers. They were big, round balls of mercury and she rubbed them in a circular motion, clockwise, sometimes the reverse. It was a sensuous trip while she stood there getting even hornier. She did not know about most girls, but when she got hot, it was sheer misery. She could not even sit down, which was a credit to her fat ass. Her ass was not really fat, but somewhere in between. Her cheeks were nice to feel over and shape....
She reached for her buttocks and let them sit in the palms of her hands. Then she spread her asscheeks apart as wide as possible-and poked a stiff finger up her asshole. Her head rocked back and she moaned passionately. She looked again at her reflection and kissed herself. She wiggled her hips because the finger jammed into her asshole made it impossible to stand still ... She had nice, shapely hips, not too large, and Dorie liked them a lot, she thought. In fact, each of the girls she had gone with really dug her ass. She withdrew the stiff finger and held it to her lips. She closed her eyes and thought of Dorie's asshole ... how it turned red after a good sucking out ... how the sweet aroma aroused her. She puckered her lips and sucked the finger clean, oozing in the splendid taste of her own passion....
She flung herself away from the mirror. What was she doing? She knew what she was doing; she was trying to get her rocks off. She turned and faced the door. The doorknob would do nicely. She moved to it. It was just a little too high to come in contact with her cunt. She lifted up on her toes and the knob fitted just under her hot clitoris. She could still rotate her hips and dryfuck the knob. She rolled against it, seething in fuck-lust, making her pussy hotter than a firecracker! The knob was cold at first but then became very pleasant as she let her imagination take her to a point beyond perversion.
She rocked her pelvis from right to left. With each movement the lips of her pussy were forced wider and wider. The circumference of the doorknob was three inches, at least. She did not know if she could do it, but she was going to do her damnedest. She arched up higher and pushed her snatch up against it. The lips of her pussy almost made it-half the knob was sunk into her cuntal tunnel. But that proved to be sufficient. She went off with such a staggering fuck-jolt that it nearly knocked her back onto the bed. As if she had been given an electric shock of an orgasm; one so astoundingly solid and good that she trembled and shuddered from head to toe....
That day Dorie took Marilyn on a sightseeing tour of Kingsport. It was a pleasant little town and most of the inhabitants were wealthy, retired businessmen. The townspeople were quaint, as were the old rustic storefronts. There was a pleasant tranquility that added to the warm atmosphere. Dorie explained that, in spite of the tranquil appearance, there were hot happenings behind closed doors. The number of teenage unwed mothers was Kingsport's second claim to fame, the first being the place where there were more millionaires retired per square inch than anywhere else.
The tour ended with the girls having a refreshing cocktail at the Sunset Country Club. They sat under the sun on the terrace that overlooked the nineteen tennis courts and a sprawling golf course. The women that Marilyn noticed were the stereotypes expected of the wives of wealthy men, all sporting dark tans, white, wide-brim sunhats, and stuffed into tight white shorts. They were bored bitches that had nothing to do to fuck away their husbands' money. Now they had turned their faces toward a more dangerous sport: finding young studs with enough honor to keep their mouths shut. The lack of discretion was the focal point that made them bitchy. Men just couldn't be trusted when there were large sums of money involved. And these fine but horny ladies were not about to risk their livelihoods by flirting with dumb fuckers who didn't know enough to keep cool.
J. B. Pennyweather walked up and introduced himself to the girls. A polite chat followed, with the emphasis on how lovely Mr. Pennyweather thought Marilyn was. Then he politely left their table.
"What the fuck is he all about?" Marilyn asked Dorie.
"He's the local wolf, you might say. He thinks he's hot shit because he has so much money. He usually pays young cunts, under-age, I hear, to suck his prick."
"He wasn't half bad in those sexy tennis shorts. He looked as if he was well hung."
"He is also very much married to a lovely lady, so don't go getting any ideas."
"Well, he did invite me to see his yacht."
"That's his same routine. He picks up a chic chick and tries to impress her with his wealth. Then takes her out on the boat and damn near rapes her!"
"Well ... I'm only here for the summer, and you said to have fun. One more question."
"What is it?"
"Don't look around now, but there's a chick sitting at the table behind us. What's her story? She's been giving me the eye since we sat down."
When Dorie had the chance, and without being too conspicuous, she turned around to see who Marilyn meant. It was Felicia Waters.
"That's who I thought you were talking about," said Dorie. "I was wondering when you'd get around to asking about her. She's a real knockout, isn't she?"
"I love her outfit ... all decked out in yellow ... and what a deep tan. I think she sunbathes naked."
"She does-at a nude beach called Diablo. That's where the wealthy folks play let-me-see-yours-and-I'll-show-you-mine! Dear Felicia has a reputation for being the local cocksucker. She visits her friends' husbands while they're working at the office-you know, just happens to drop in. She gives the guy a blow job right there in his office. It is also rumored that's how she married into her money. She has been divorced no less than six times, and all the husbands left her a handsome estate, which lets her live like a queen."
"I can tell she also digs women."
"She goes both ways. She made a play for my Steven once. All these old bitches know about his big fuckin' cock. It adds local color to tell about the kid with the fire hose for a dick. Well, I told her off good! That's why she won't speak to me to this day. The bitch! Let her suck somebody else's man off, not my Steven!"
Marilyn looked rather sad.
"Oh, Marilyn, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I love you too. But my love for Steven is a different one."
"It's cool. I know you have to think of your future. It's just a little tough right now. And like you said, I'm here to meet people. So if you will excuse me...."
"Don't you dare! If you do what I think you're going to...."
"Watch me. After all, you have your precious Steven."
Marilyn calmly got up and walked over to Felicia Water's table and struck up a conversation. It was mutual heat from the beginning and Felicia invited Marilyn to sit and talk for a while. Dorie sat alone bristling with anger. To add insult to injury, Marilyn left the country club with Felicia. Dorie was so livid that she broke the glass she had been holding in her hands. The bitch!
Marilyn followed Felicia down the dimly lit hall of the old mansion into a study. It was a beautiful room with long curtains hanging from the ceiling, and French doors that opened onto a terrace that overlooked a fantastic garden. Marilyn had not gotten a good look at Felicia during the drive here, but now she was getting an eyeful.
Marilyn sat down and stared rudely across the room at Felicia. Felicia looked absolutely stunning in the short tennis dress. The white material showed off her dark tan beautifully. The folks here in Kingsport seemed to pride themselves on their dark skins. Her hair was pulled back in a twist with a fall at the rear. The hair was streaked blonde, a perfect frame for her sexy, exquisite face. There were large deep pools of blue eyes, accented professionally by false lashes. The mouth was thin and bow-shaped, curling sweetly, selfishly at the corners: lips that were moist and lush. Lips that adored virgin pussy. Although the slender face was exquisite in beauty, still the hard lines of reality said that she was a seasoned dyke.
She probably wasn't a very good tennis player because her knockers were so large. She would not have a very good overhand because the taut bra hinders the lifting of the arms, which was the main reason that boyish females made the best tennis players. The less tits, the better the strokes. Felicia's jugs were like moons pushing out of her dress. They were a bursting bloom of prickly nipples, reflecting rich lusts. They were delicious, tanned marshmallows, ripe, seasoned, ready for roasting by a hot, thirsty tongue. The neckline of the dress dipped deep enough to expose the half-cups of her luscious titties.
"What would you like to drink, my dear?"
"Scotch over will be fine, thank you."
Marilyn tried to relax and made herself familiar with the surroundings. It was evidently this creature's workroom where she transacted deals worth millions of dollars, perhaps. It had a very feminine touch, while also being coldly masculine. Like the leather chair and the wood-framed old masters on the walls, there was a trophy case of some kind....
She could see it from where she sat, but the case looked full of whips and torture gadgets. Good, she thought. Maybe this adventure would turn out to be exciting. She needed a new trick.
Felicia poured the drinks and came to the sofa. She handed the drink to Marilyn. Their eyes met and Marilyn looked away. Just as Felicia thought, the fish wanted to be baited. Typical of a city broad: she had forgotten that in the country the tension was less. The ice would have to be broken first.
"Would you like some grass?" She wondered if her pigeon would need a crutch or an excuse for fucking her.
"Yes, if you have some."
"I have it right here." Felicia whirled around, opened the desk and held up several joints. She lit one and gave Marilyn a chance to continue looking her over.
Marilyn liked what she saw. Felicia's legs were long and shapely. The hips were narrow and the ass was barely a pout. She must be a very sensitive woman who probably had continuous orgasms. She had hot panties and Marilyn knew the signs: the constant shifting of weight, the knees tightly locked together, as though the thighs were fucking each other.
Felicia turned and brought the joint to Marilyn. Felicia waited to see how Marilyn puffed it, if she was square or not. Marilyn was nipper than she had thought.
"Why did you introduce yourself that way at the club? Did you and Dorie have a bet of some kind?"
"No. Why do you ask?"
"I just know Dorie hates my guts. I tried to fuck her precious Steven. You know him, don't you?"
"Yes, I know Steven. And Dorie is my best friend."
"Who's fucking who?"
Marilyn cocked her head and stared into Felicia's eyes. She could dig the direct approach; there was no need to beat around the bush if you were for real.
"I'm fucking Dorie right now-you know how that is. I found her lonely, afraid, neurotic ... I loved and petted her and now she's mine."
"I see...."
Marilyn squinted up at her, playing the role of the hip dyke. She let her long hair fall sensuously over one eye. She had to admit that Felicia had impressed her and was devilishly sexy.
Felicia sat down in front of Marilyn. Her dress was pulled far back over her thighs, far enough to show the white panties beneath. Her knees bent a little as she absentmindedly caressed the inside of her upper thighs. In that movement, the thin panties highlighted the bush growing over her cunt.
Marilyn saw the dark slit of her pussy and how there were long strands escaping.
Felicia's eyes turned on her, scolding beady slits that reprimanded her for having been born female ... and so goddamn sexy. Marilyn resented being made to feel like a horny bitch dog having a piece of meat dangled just out of reach and being dared to try for it.
"Did Dorie tell you my secret?" Felicia asked in a whisper.
"She said that you've been known to play around with a few chicks. That's cool. You seem to be an interesting person. And I have nothing but time on my hands for the entire summer. Dorie won't have time for me because of fucking precious Steven."
"At least you're honest with yourself. Dorie had better be careful or some old cunt will steal that long cock of Steven's. Personally, I would like to bite it off. I'm not your liberated female; I think every man with a monster of a prick stands in direct competition with my purpose."
"And what is your purpose?"
"Pleasuring young tender birds like you before they get their dicks into you. You see, I know what a long cock can do to you. I got hung up once, gave the guy everything I owned, my diamonds, everything! He even took my color TV when he split-he could have considered my pleasures; I didn't have Johnny Carson to watch anymore. We spent an awful lot of time viewing instead of screwing. I met a dyke soon after and things worked out all right. I hope my straight language doesn't offend you."
"Not at all." She rested her head against the sofa. The grass was taking effect and she was drifting ... "Oh, men lay such bullshit trips on your head. Wow, man, like all you want to do is please them and they take off on an ego trip ... far fucking out! The hell with men. I don't blame women for turning to other cunts. Look at the way men have fucked things up. Not even the President is above suspicion any more. Men would rather make money than fuck women. Who the hell are women going to fuck?"
"Each other, of course, my dear."
"Right on. You can't find a decent man to ball. A guy takes you out and buys you dinner and wants to get into your snatch right away. To hell with that horseshit-just give me equal pay and I'll support myself. I don't need a man to lean on anymore. You can get any man to fuck you-if not, there are plenty of available lesbians about these days."
"Let's drink to a world without men. Here's to 2008 when this country will be dominated by females." She posed with the drink in hand, curving her hips sexily.
Felicia pulled up the tennis dress. The briefs choked her luxurious thighs beautifully. Marilyn would go her one better-she stood up and stripped down to her panties.
All the while, Felicia stood there and watched. She reached behind her dress and unsnapped the top. The dress fell to the floor. Then she peeled off her briefs to reveal her naked pussy.
Felicia walked over and sat on the arm of the sofa. She put an arm around Marilyn and leaned over for a kiss. Marilyn drew back then eagerly surrendered her lips. Felicia gave her a tongue-lashing that was enjoyable, juicy and soul-stirring for both of them.
While they kissed, Felicia caressed Marilyn's long legs. Marilyn squirmed and slid her ass forward a bit. The hand felt up along her thighs until it reached the pussy mound, bypassing the clitoris to squeeze and taunt the open cunt hole.
Felicia drew Marilyn to her feet and they exchanged glances. A painful expression came over Marilyn's face as if she had finally gotten the chance to feel this woman's magnificent body. Felicia held her and kissed down the side of her neck, working her thighs up into the younger girl's crotch. They dryfucked until they were both too weak to stand.
Felicia palmed a tit and held it out for Marilyn to kiss. Marilyn moved closer and took the nipple between her teeth then lapped the flat of her tongue all around the tit. She squeezed it hard, and it disappeared deep into her mouth; while she sucked the tit, she also dug her fingers into the woman's cunt. She became turned on from feeling so much warmth between the golden thighs.
Felicia hadn't had a good fuck for a long time, and she was eager for young tender meat. She pushed Marilyn down on the sofa and knelt beside her. She took a long look at the naked body, trembling all over as if she had just stolen something and feared getting caught. Instinctively, she caressed up and down the lush body, stroking, teasing and making suggestive circles with her fingers around the navel. She kissed her thighs, starting at the kneecap slurping up to the conjunction of the thighs. She brought her lips up further along the fleshy thighs. She saw how soupy-wet the pussy hole was, the trickle of fluid staining the sofa. Seeing this young girl wiggle and beg, bolting up and down, made Felicia want the cunt all the more. She kept licking at the opening until Marilyn's silky legs opened wider so that she was spread-eagled. Felicia tasted and sucked her pussy and made the clitoris stand up as stiff as her thumb.
"Hmm, you taste delicious, sweetheart. It's fun eating your cunt!" Felicia's head went back down and tongued the exposed clit.
"Oh, wow, it's good to me too. I've never felt it so hot before."
"Not even when you and Dorie play around?"
"Not even then! You do it differently-as if you really appreciate me...."
"Now I'll show you what you've been missing."
"I can hardly wait-do what you want with my pussy. I can stand a lot, so you don't have to go easy on me."
"Shit, I didn't intend to."
Felicia mounted her the way a man would. She took a stout hold on her asscheeks and yanked her cunt against her own. One of her thighs was between the younger girl's, and the other was outside; that way they both could rub their pussies together. Felicia, almost as if she were angry now, began fucking down into the creamy softness, dry fucking harder and faster. She stopped and drew away. That left Marilyn begging, moaning and grabbing for her arms to pull her back. But before Felicia began again to dryfuck her, Felicia made Marilyn kiss her.
When they had finished the tongue-kissing, Felicia again lowered down into the folds of pussy and worked the slimy cunt to a burning crisp. She didn't leave one spot of the crevice unlicked or untouched. She buried her head inside Marilyn's pearly white, fat thighs, and they both nearly exploded. Felicia's tongue was flicking fire and fanning that cunt to a fine morsel of toasty snatch.
Marilyn closed her eyes and enjoyed the lesbian fuck. She became tuned in to all the sensuous things Felicia was doing to her. She had to bite her lips to bear the exquisite sensations; her thighs were opened even wider for the tongue that licked with delicate control, and the speed of lightning!
She couldn't control her emotions, it was so weird-she felt as though she was going to burst into a million pieces. There was hot, sexy fluid inside her cunt rushing up to her pussy gate; waiting, thundering and demanding to have the dam broken down to loose the flood. There was this real slippery stuff trickling out over her thighs and Felicia acted as if that was truly what it was all about.
She strained until her pussy wouldn't stretch any more. Felicia bit the lips of her cunt, tasting the rich juices that were there letting them flood out and take the last of her sexual frustrations. Then just for a little while, she stuck her tongue deep into Marilyn's cunt. She felt the walls of her pussy channel clamp down and suck the tip of the tongue.
After Marilyn had come the first time, Felicia made her roll over on her stomach. She lay there shaking, gasping for breath and wondering what would be next. Felicia's face came over her pert buttocks. She began licking Marilyn's ass! Her right hand circled under and between Marilyn's thighs and tickled her clit at the same time.
She continued to lick over the round ass and in her crack until Marilyn couldn't stand it any more. Then very quickly Felicia changed positions so that the young girl's asscheeks were spread over her face. Felicia put the ass over her mouth and ate awhile in that position. Her hands spread the cheeks wide while she nibbled up at the knob of her snatch-hanging down in her face! She was driving Marilyn out of her mind; first poking her tongue around the asshole to the tip of the cunt, and the juice would drip into her open mouth. She would suck that in and then stick the tongue up into her cunt hole. She held it there and Marilyn had to fan her cute ass around to get some more action going! Then Felicia pushed her entire face further up between the asscheeks and stuck her wet tongue clear up inside the asshole. Marilyn went off with a jarring explosion, crying, cursing, and loving her newly found fuck-partner.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The sun had just gone down and Steven and Dorie sat in the backyard in a swing hung between two trees. The backyard was Dorie's favorite spot because that was where they had fucked many times, many ways, when they were younger. Her father had gone into town and they were alone at the ranch. Steven had just finished doing his damnedest to get Dorie to give him a piece of her fine ass.
He kissed her, but she wouldn't let him feel her cunt. She ran her fingers through his hair and teased his neck. He opened her blouse and kissed the valley of her luscious breasts. As he did, he cupped her cunt and gave it a hard squeeze. Dorie locked her warm legs over his hand.
"Hmmm-you better stop that, you naughty boy. What are you trying to do-upset me?"
His finger squeezed into her panties and he tickled her clit. She responded by squirming her ass and he knew it was time to take his best shot at fucking her. He pushed two fingers deeper into her pussy slit and she seemed to be enjoying that; she really was hornier than he was.
He caught her hand and made her feel his cock.
"Damn, Steven, are you always so hard?" She began to tremble slightly.
He forced her legs open wider. He knew that she came easily when he fucked around with her clit too long. He wanted to tease her snatch and break her down a bit. When he shoved three fingers into her pussy, she gasped and clawed his back. He kissed her again to keep her from crying out too loud, just in case her father should suddenly return.
"Steve, you cut that out!" She slapped his hand for being a bad boy, and shoved her skirt down.
He grumbled and folded his arms across his chest and made the swing they sat on move.
"What the hell," he said, "we have time enough to get a quickie. We could go in the house and fuck really good-"
"We will do nothing of the kind. You know I don't like quickies."
"All right. What did you and Marilyn do today? Is she enjoying herself?"
"Ohhhh ... she's having a ball. She made a new friend today. Guess who."
"Felicia Waters."
"How did you know?" She was startled.
"Felicia would be the only chick in this county that's hip enough to attract Marilyn's interest."
"Marilyn is over there at the Waters' estate now." It was obvious that Dorie was upset.
"Are you upset about something?"
"I want to get married-right away." There was some alarm in her raspy voice, still horny from the heavy petting.
"Well...." he stood up and stretched. "It's been a pleasant evening up to this point."
"You better not."
"I think I'll turn in early. We're going to the county fair tomorrow ... gotta be up at the crack of dawn. You know how slow you girls are."
"Are you going to enter Fire Dance in the big race?"
"I've been thinking about it. There's no horse faster in these parts except maybe Rodney Corn well's nag. I'll see you bright and early."
They were all alone in the big house. Steven thought he would watch TV for a while before going up to bed. To his surprise, Cybil joined him in the study. They did not have much to say to each other. She pretended to be interested in the TV special on streaking, but she wasn't. There was something different about her this evening, her hair was down, and she seemed jumpy. Her face was flushed with a cuntal glow.
She sat across from Steven in a big leather chair. She wore a yellow transparent blouse. This evening she had not worn a bra and her tits quivered noticeably. He could tell by the way she hung her head to let the shoulder-length hair cover her eyes that she was self-conscious about the size of her tits. Ironically, those tits must have been her Achilles heel. It was his guess that all a man had to do was touch those big knockers and she would cream all over her drawers.
He glanced away from the tube to catch a quick peek at her sexy legs. They were doubled under her and he could see the better part of her right thigh. The skirt was practically clear off her buttocks. If he stared long enough, he could see the fleshy asscheeks spilling a little over the legs of her panties. Then, once in a while, she would look up at him and pretend to pull down the hem, but the gesture said a thousand-and-one things.
She appeared to be very bored and a bit sleepy. He saw her bedroom eyes squint; some bizarre sexual thought had passed through her mind. She put her chin back into her hands and continued to watch the tube.
Finally, she sighed and stood up. "Steven," she said rather sharply, "I'm going to have a drink. May I pour you one? You do drink now, don't you?"
"I would prefer grass, but I'll take a rum and Coke."
"What do you think of this rash of streaking we are having across the country?" She was not headed in any given direction, just making small talk.
"I think it's healthy."
"I agree with you. It's a sign of the times, actually; a sign of social unrest."
She made the drinks and handed him one. He looked up at her. He saw the short skirt revealing the muscular thighs and the golden peach fur growing on them, highlighted by her deep tan. The skirt was a wispy, slinky material and clung over the mound of her pussy. He saw the erotic bulge of her cunt; she must be wearing her panties tight over her clit. He wondered if females got off that way. The taut panties had to be causing plenty of friction against a fleshy part as sensitive as the clitoris. He had to force his eyes away from her crotch. She had seen him and she cocked an inquisitive eyebrow.
He asked her, "Have you thought about streaking?"
She stood very close to his chair, leaning slightly on one leg, the drink held to her lips.
"Wouldn't that blow the minds of our noble citizens here in Kingsport? I'd like to streak through the country club or past an old golfer just as he was about to tee off."
"I can't believe you would want to. But you would upset a lot of people-I mean, with all the cock you have."
"There are a great many things I would like to do. Things no one would ever suspect. I have my secret fantasies like everybody else-you better believe it!"
"You seem so poised and calm."
"Don't you believe it. Beneath this cold exterior lies an erupting volcano."
She slipped a hand inside her blouse and caressed her tits. The jugs distorted and jiggled a bit. His penis surged and slithered from beneath his shorts to throb along his thigh.
"You said I would upset a lot of people. Don't you think I'm overweight? I think so." She gave him the grand view of her sumptuous body.
"No ... you look just fine to me."
"Yes, but I could take off a few more pounds. And these-of course...." She palmed one tit inside the blouse and made it pout outward. "If they weren't so monstrous. Of course if I didn't have large boobies I know men would never look at me. Ohhh, maybe I should not speak of such things around you?"
"I guess I hadn't ever realized just how, ah, large they are."
She tried to detect in which direction he was leading now.
The silence was unbearable. She put the drink down and continued to stand in front of him, daring him to take the cunty bait she dangled. She made sure he saw her eyes go down to the bulge in the front of his trousers; the one fact he could not cover up. He wanted to fuck her in the worst way.
It was true-his cock was growing bigger by the second. He believed that all women were basically masochists and enjoyed being fucked hard and strong, even brutally. He knew that she was often cranky, and cranky women usually wanted the big fuck. She was now a tanned, ripe peach waiting to be tasted.
She sucked her bottom hp, determined, and unbuttoned the top of her blouse. She let the blouse drop off her shoulders and then removed it. She had put her radical shit in the game and taken his dare.
"Well, you wanted to see them, didn't you? What do you think of them?" Her voice cracked in spite of the cold air she put forth.
"Very nice-" His breath had been taken away. All he could do was stare at the beautiful tits.
"Take a good, long, hard look, Steven. I want you to see them more than anything. I want you to like them ... and me."
Her naked tits blinded him! They appeared altogether different than what he had thought. They were much bigger and heavier than he had imagined. They looked like tremendous teardrops.
He reached out in a daze and touched the erotic flesh of her sexy legs. He raised her skirt, hoping she would not suddenly turn against him. Her legs and thighs were exactly as she wanted them to be, the way a real woman, who is shapely, should look. She made sure that the inner lobes of her thighs were soft enough for a man to grab a handful of to testify that she was indeed most feminine where her creamy twat was concerned. She was hottest in the center of her snatch. All the milk and cream of mellow cuntal warmth flowed out into white lumps, squirted from her hot pussy.
"Aren't you going to kiss me?" she asked boldly, without the fear of being aggressive now that she had snared him in the web of unescapable passion.
He was beyond caring about anything, such as the bullshit about her father's wife. He stood up and pulled her to him. She gazed into his eyes and saw enough lust for her sexy body to make her twitch and tremble. He kissed her clumsily, as a boy would kiss a puppy-love on the first date. She was understanding-he was just a boy in mind, despite his more than man-sized cock.
They kissed and his tongue pushed into her mouth. There was some feeling there, her toes twitched, and her body felt lurid. His hands went slowly down and touched the firm curves of her ass. Her softness was wobbly and pliable and he worked his fingers into the asscheeks as if he were molding jelly. She began to twist and turn in his embrace. Her tits were cushions of heavenly softness. He held the skirt up and pulled her panties to one side.
"Kiss my titties, Steven...." she urged.
He kept his finger in her pussy while he admired the rich, full tits that looked like two mountain peaks sticking up from her chest. He grabbed one and milked it down until she wiggled against her will. He took his time manipulating her tit, deliberately. Her head tossed and she made writhing moves to demonstrate how helpless she was. There were signs of passion bubbling all over her pretty face, now flushed pink from the excitement that he was giving her. He could feel now the warmth of her beautiful tits and he played with them, letting his hand ooze in the goodness of the jugflesh.
"You're a marvelous lover, Steven," she whispered in his ear.
He was wild now, trying to suck the juice from her big tits, moaning and groaning. Now he was in a hurry to get the short skirt off. He squeezed her cunt in a downward motion, as if he was milking a cow. She stiffened and did not dare move. He managed to get at her cut, along with grabbing a handful of moist pussy. He milked her snatch and rubbed the full length of her slit until it was wet and dripping.
"Oh, that's so good, Steven. Go ahead and do whatever you like!"
He dropped to his knees and pulled down her panties. He diddled at the entrance of her cunthole, pulling the tender snatch lips apart. Very delicately he inserted one finger into the center of her pussy, twirling, caressing, thrilling, and sizing her up.
She looked down with a half-bored expression. Her lips spread in a broad, sly grin, and it looked like he was thinking about taking a chunk of pussy with his teeth. Then she held her head back and groaned aloud; this boy's kisses were unbearable on her hot pussy. He was such a dear, with so much to learn about pleasing older women. But if he fucked her well enough, and" his dick was as huge as rumor had it, she would make the time to teach him the fine skills of getting a woman to come over and over again.
His mouth finally settled on the slight rise of her stiff little clit and it almost made her shoot off. He played there for what seemed like hours before she felt the hot wetness of his lips move down to her open cunt hole. She glanced down between her legs just in time to see a slippery, milky oil seep out into his mouth.
"No, here, wait-sit down on the couch, Steven."
She raised him up off his knees and pushed him back to the couch. He twisted and rolled from side to side, his dick so hot and so itchy for cunt that he couldn't be still. She smiled and sat down beside him.
"Here ... let me take your jeans off. OK?"
She unbuckled his belt and he fondled her big tits, hanging down like fleshy melons. She reached in his fly and pulled his dick free, then pushed the jeans all the way off his legs.
"Oh my, Steven!"
She could not move for a moment, so taken away by the sight of his monstrosity of a dick. Suddenly it became a whole new ball game. She had underestimated what she might find when she opened Pandora's box. Steven was bigger in the cock department than his good old dad. And heaven knows, her husband had the all-time king-sized dick. Like father, like son, they said. Here was living evidence. She wanted to make it good for him. Of course, young cunts like Dorie had sucked him off. Dorie had once promised to scratch out Felicia Waters' eyes if she so much as looked at this cock. And here it was, all her very own, to fuck as much as she wanted.
She could still taste the cocks of four truckdrivers she had sucked off. It had left an uncanny longing for more dick juice. She leaned over and put the tip of her tongue to his cockhead. Just tasting. She put her right hand under his heavy balls while the left hand held the base of his root. It was hard and skinned back; the tip was bright red and she could see the veins throbbing. Poor kid. He wanted this so badly. She took a big bite, just under the red dickhead. The sound of his moaning with the first contact made her feel hornier than hell. Yes, he would be easy to please. Young boys were usually so hot that just winking at them could make their dicks shoot off.
She slurped up and down the big prick until it looked ready to pop open. She was interested to see just how big she could make it. It was now round and too thick to put a fist around. She was impressed. Could she take it all in her mouth? Did she dare attempt to give him the deep-throat action? It would be a challenge, all right, if she had the guts to take that huge fuckmeat in her mouth.
She licked her lips to make them ready. She came up over his dickshaft, pointing straight up like an arrow. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, almost getting it all in her mouth, but the touch of her lips was too much for him. He bolted upward and tried to jam the big root to her. She had to hold his cockstem down to make him stay still. His prick popped out of her fingers and waved in every direction. Each time her fingers would reach to capture it, the cock waved the other way. Boy, he was really excited!
Finally she recaptured the dong and held it with a strong grip. He was going to have to be a big boy and learn control. If he kept getting carried away, he would miss out on the best fuck.
It wasn't a good fit; his cockknob was much too big and round for her small mouth. She just knew that her mouth would be stretched out of shape if she stuck to sucking it. The hell with it! That was what made sucking a dick so damn good, finding a man who was a challenge in mind and equipment. She hung in there, barely able to breathe because the big fuck-muscle had stretched and distorted her mouth.
The cock squirmed out of her mouth. Damn it, she couldn't make it fit her mouth. The first thought was to make him bust his nuts, so it would be easier to suck. But he was just a baby and didn't deserve the special shit she used for seasoned pot-bellies who could hardly get their cocks up, let alone shoot their loads within any reasonable length of time. She took it out of her mouth and sucked hard just under the ridge. He liked that, so she stayed there a while. She wondered how he would react if she suddenly sucked his balls and licked out his asshole. But first, she must get the dickhead completely in her mouth. Fuck it. Let him rip her mouth open; she was feeling brave now, and she opened her mouth again.
She mouthed all of the big dick. It was rough going for a while but she finally had his cock fucking in and out of her mouth. She gave him the saliva treatment and made his dick stem wet-to make him think that he had shot off. While she sucked, she made slurping sounds to make him think it was the best head fuck she ever had. But he was more man than she thought, because he stood up and held her head while he fucked her mouth. He had control now, and he bent his knees and poked deep into the back of her throat-as if he was fucking an elephant in the ass. She continued to take as much dick as he could throw and finally had to pull her mouth off his dick. She placed both hands up against his stomach to make sure he couldn't jam that cock to her too deep and furious.
"Be careful, sweetheart. You don't want to hurt Momma...."
She realized that she had brought up a touchy subject. After all, she was his mother. She hoped that he wouldn't let it fuck up his psyche so much as to let it mar their upcoming fuck. And she hoped he was not like his father, who had a very short attention span.
"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" He started to back off.
"No ... don't stop. I love it, but you're so damn long. I could swallow it all for you, if you held still long enough."
"You mean like in that movie-Deep Throat?"
"Yes, only she didn't have as much to work with. Just look at all this big cock I have." She held his lengthy dick in her palm and showed it to him.
He took a second look; he didn't know that his cock could get so big. Of course he knew that he was abnormally huge and all that shit, but, fuck, he was really steamed up over her. He had to look at her in a different light now. Yeah, she turned him on, and he wanted to fuck her so badly that his balls ached. If he had been younger, he might have broken down and cried like a baby. He had heard old men say that good, good pussy could make a strong man weep like a baby.
"I'm sorry...." he said.
"Just hold still, OK? I want to give you something special. It feels really good on my lips and I sometimes imagine that my lips are my pussy lips. When I suck your dick it makes my cunt boiling hot ... you know ... Of course you don't know. Here ... if you'll just fuck my mouth a little ... there. Oh, there! That's it! A nice steady rhythm. Hmmmenuh! Good."
She was determined to make him shoot off now. His huge cock would never fit her pussy hole. She was already sore from balling the four truckdrivers. Although she loved to ball, she was not sure she could stand the temptation. She could fuck twenty men, all day long, and still beg for more. But she might as well break him in right.
"Steven, would you give me some of the come inside it?" She used a voice clearly not her own. It was that of a child and perhaps an angel.
"Damn, Cybil!"
"Please?"
She picked up the glass of Scoth and dumped the contents on the carpet, then held it just under his cockhead. She heard him gasp, his body tightening like a bow. He had gotten the message all right; she wasn't the type to pussyfoot around when it came to fucking. The nitty-gritty was not lowdown enough for her. She got down further than that-it was a challenge to see how much of a puritan he might be.
"I'm going to give you the full treatment. I was saving some things for my old age-to do to your father."
She made a neat circle with her fingers; a target for him to fuck his cock through. He fucked his cock through without touching the fingers. Her eyebrows went up and smiled that he had done very well. Then she held her head back and opened her mouth, her tongue beckoning him to try again.
She sandwiched his fuck-muscle between her hot palms. "You know, your dad doesn't shoot much spunk. Why don't you try and keep the family name going?"
For father and pride, he fucked into her pretty mouth as hard as he could. "Give it all to me, give it to me." she kept repeating, and wrapped one smooth arm around his leg.
He felt his dickshot building up, but somehow getting past the eruption point. He wanted it, but he could not make his root shoot the come. What was happening to him? Here he was with a beautiful, sex-starved adult woman begging for his dick juice, and he could not deliver. He stared at her face. Although he was fucking a mile-a-minute, faster than a jackrabbit, she seemed to move in slow motion. She deliberately got her shots in by sucking his cock in different spots. It didn't matter to her how fast he went, she was going to get hers, one way or the other. Then he saw her raise the glass up higher ... higher, until it was under the head of his cock. Then it was as if she knew something that he did not, because she took his fuckmeat from her mouth and stared at it. Her hand rubbed along his cock shaft, back to his balls. She tickled his sac and blew a kiss at his dick.
He shot off so hard he did not think he was ever going to stop. He stood there trembling, knees locked, both hands holding onto his cock for dear life. She calmly, sensuously caught all of his come in the glass. She waited until the steady stream of come turned into driplets. Then she took a strong hold at the base of his cock and milked what was left into the glass.
She looked up at him through sexy eyes. "I wouldn't do this for just anybody." She turned the glass up to her lips and drank the contents.
He felt faint and shot off another load of jism just to see her repeat the performance.
He looked around the bedroom, his father's bedroom. He saw his father's house slippers, his robe, his pipe, all laid out as if she had been expecting him soon. What if he suddenly showed up tonight? But it was well past ten o'clock and his dad would not take such a late hour to travel. His father was one of those who believed in early to bed, early to rise, work like hell and advertise. There were other things lying about, Cybil's sweet, feminine thighs. There were a pair of pink panties with see-through silk lying on the foot of the bed.
She had been wondering if he would chicken out once he stepped into this bedroom. She had to play it right or never get a chance to fuck him. And as hot as her pussy was right now, after drinking his come, she wasn't about to risk fucking up her incest trip. She did not mind humoring this man-child, if that was what it would take. The expression on her face was a passionate stupor. She suddenly became, for his sake, the dumb, cunty female about to sacrifice herself for the sake of satisfying a cock. She looked over and saw his big naked fuckmeat.
He stood away from the bed, towering over her. He was at least three inches longer than her husband. He held his hands on his hips, posing like a Greek god, and his spear-point cock stretched before him. The size of his dick made him the stud for all women that their husbands could never be.
She stepped quickly to the bed, almost too quickly, and crawled upon it, looking like a taller Elizabeth Taylor playing the role of Cleopatra. He peeled off her panties and knelt between the billows of soft flesh, and thought how much he would like to get into her pussy. Maybe fuck her pussy, without rushing, for a full day. Just eating and dicking her pussy hole, to let her know how deep into eating pussy he could get.
She saw him staring there, wanting him to enjoy her cunt hole. She wiggled with impatience to begin the fucking. She squealed loudly when his mouth touched her knees. Then she felt the hard, blunt end of his tree trunk cock thump against the lips of her slit.
His cockflesh became a stranger; it was not his cock that was about to take this pussy. Not his own, because he could never admit honestly, and hear himself say it, that he had wanted to fuck his father's wife since the first time he had seen her. He used to see her go to the pool and swim, wearing that damned bikini suit that showed all of her ass. He used to watch her standing beside the pool, playing with herself. She would give her ass a big shake, like she was disregarding the sexuality of having one ... so hot and so bothersome that it drove her crazy. She hated being female; she hated it because along with all the other miseries that the job holds, she must also bear the tortuous burden of having to cope with a pussy that stays hot twenty-four hours a day.
It was all expressed and mirrored in her slinky body and her provocative strut. The way she let her knockers bounce and jiggle told him that they were not getting enough of a man's kissing. The way she drew her legs closed, tightly shut, when she sat down, told him that she could come with a little sucking-out. She needed a good blow job and a hard dick-like his.
At last he was lying on top of his father's woman, listening to her pant, rage, and squeal beneath him. He wanted her to beg for his cock, the way he had secretly begged for this moment. He rolled his prick between her legs, letting it roam over her stomach, and back down over her soft thighs. He felt it grow harder and his root was too stiff to dryfuck her any more. He caught her asscheeks in both hands and slid his dick up and down her clitoris. He brought his hand down, to better control the cunt teasing. He rubbed his cock up the center of her slit and the snatch was wet as a river. Then up around her clitoris. He pressed hard there, just under the clit so it wouldn't slip, and began to dryfuck her there. She wiggled and turned, but kept her clitoris in perfect position for his probing.
It was more than just pussy that his dick had slipped deep into: it was a whole new world. A world of unearthly delights, where there was nothing but goodness and the heightening of pleasure. It was as though he had entered the soul of a wanton. Here, and only here, deeply burrowed inside her vagina, he experienced the real person. A woman who held so many fears that they had nearly made her neurotic. She loved to fuck but did not know how to deal with it. She had thought it was naughty to masturbate, but did so each day of her life, before and after fucking some hard-dick stud. The older she grew, the more the feeling of want for a stiff cock increased, until it was an unwelcomed obsession with her. It had made her seek other women to help fill in the empty void while her husband was away. But here ... deep inside her cunt, it was like taking a cool, refreshing breath of air. There was no need to worry about being insecure while she was held in the arms of a loving male. A male with a big, long dick to sooth away the anguish of the biological change, and release the daily mounting tension. How her neck and upper shoulders ached, and now that tension was being slowly taken from her, the penis was fucking her blues away.
Her pussy seemed to snap at his dick the moment he pushed it in. He felt the pressure of her orgasm right away. The walls of her pussy closed down and the cunt tunnel was blocked. He had to hold his dick there while she grunted and had her first orgasm. She squealed and relaxed, and he was able to penetrate further into her creamy twat. It was a tight squeeze and he had to push extra hard, much too tight for funky stroking and making dick-in-cunt circles. He felt his cock reaching the end of her vagina and the tip of her cervix blocked his fuck. He puckered his ass-muscles and withdrew his fuckmeat until it was just hanging on the edge of the pussy crater. He fucked her hard and stopped. He made love to her while his cock held still. She got off on his kissing her lips, and relaxed, and forgot that he was stuffed deep in her cunt. It was at that time that he fucked and sank all the way into her snapping-turtle cunt.
Once more the walls of her pussy clamped down on his dick. This time he was too deep in her to be pushed out. There was a forceful thrust that pushed pressures against his dick. He circled and teased her cunt tunnel-it felt so good that she opened up-and he jammed a chunk of dick into her cervix.
CHAPTER EIGHT
John Boreman kept thinking about how good Jacqueline had fucked him last night, seating himself aboard the 747. He was exhausted and flopped down in his seat and looked about the first-class section. Good-it was not crowded and he would not be bothered by some talkative asshole telling him all about the dozens of relatives he had left back home. It would be a quiet flight to California and he would have a chance to sleep.
Being a creature of habit, he sat down and automatically placed his attache case on his lap. Slow down and enjoy life. He was worrying himself into the grave. But then again, owning a chain of first-rate newspapers across the country was not exactly work for a dummy. Oh, everything was all fucked up!
To hell with having to go back to the ranch and face Steven! To hell with putting up with his phony, adorable wife. And to hell with business! All he wanted to do was relax and think of nothing but sweet Jacqueline's cunt. His thoughts drifted back to the first day he had seen Jacqueline.
He had been driving into New York in his convertible Mercedes. At the time the free-love movement was in full bloom. There were young hippie girls hitchhiking along the highway. He knew that these girls were practically giving away pussy for a meal and a pad to crash in.
Jacqueline was standing on the side of the highway, looking like a modern-day Cleopatra. In the glare of the sun he could not be sure if she was white or not. It appeared to be a white chick with a dark, dark tan. As he drew nearer he could see that she was indeed a sumptuous-looking black girl. She could not have been a day over eighteen. She threw her thumb out and purposely made her budding tits stick out for the passing motorists. The skirt was so short that he could see a goodly portion of her thighs. He could not remember ever being so awestruck by any female. Her face was not immediately distinguishable. What struck him most about her was the well-shaped thighs. He had always been a leg man and seldom found a girl who had the kind of big thighs that he loved. She had the biggest, prettiest thighs he had seen.
He damn near skidded the car to a squeaking halt. She stood there for a second as though she would not get in the car with him. This was to make him think she did not ride with just anybody. Reverse psychology always makes a man's cock harder.
"How far are you going?"
"New York," she answered. She liked him right away; he had a kind face for a white man.
"Hop in, that's where I'm headed." He reached across the seat and pushed open the door.
"Yeah, I sure will because my feet are killing me." Her voice was soft, a raspy purring that sounded sexy. She looked at him with big brown eyes and her long lashes fluttered like a dove's wings.
She climbed in and beside him. He glanced down at the display of golden legs. The skirt was about an inch off her cunt. She slumped back against the seat and her legs spread, just as if she wanted a big dick to come up there-as if her pussy needed a lot of fucking. She raised up and rolled her ass, trying to get comfortable, then wiggled into place once more.
The affair had started very simply. She had given him her phone number when he dropped her off in Harlem after they had reached New York. They had gotten to know each other fairly well-at least their conversation had flowed easily. Jacqueline seemed to be a feminist but did not appear too hostile. He could make up his mind, and his cock, whether to see her again or not. He was not really sure that she would see him if he did call. With the racial situation being the way it currently was, he was not sure if his oil and her water would mix. But he had learned a long while ago not to believe anything these assholes said.
There were many things to consider; his reputation, his marriage, his time. He had not gone with a black chick before, although he had heard some of his junior executives bullshit around about how great they fucked. Blacks were supposed to be really hot-blooded. Oh, he had wanted to fuck a black chick before but he was not about to pay for it. A high-priced call girl perhaps, but not a streetwalker. He had to keep his business and private affairs upright. He thought of what would happen if his wife found out, but that was unlikely because he spent so much of his time in New York attending to the business for his papers; a headache that he had inherited from his first wife.
He kept flashing on how beautiful Jacqueline's legs looked that day he picked her up. She had to be a good fuck. Throughout his experience he had discovered that chicks with healthy, well-shaped thighs usually had good hot pussies. It was his theory that the fleshier thighs made the pussy tighter and warmer. He envisioned thighs squishing together, making the cunt nicely juicy and sweaty. He kept seeing pictures in his mind of Jacqueline. She was tall and her face was nice, a cute nose, and wide lips-juicy-like. Her complexion was so light that she could easily have passed for white. He was not sure if blacks still did this or not. She had to be an Aries, because her eyebrows were so arched. Jacqueline had a big Afro and she wore gold earrings.
He could not resist the siren's call any longer, so he phoned her. She was reluctant but nevertheless consented to date him. Their first date was not much and she refused to come to his apartment.
The second date she did visit his pad afterwards, but it turned out to be just that-a visit. She did let him kiss her and feel her ass a little, teasing him to a full hard-on before backing out. For over a month they dated and it was still a hands-off policy. Like a twist of fate, she called him at the office and invited him to her place. Harlem. He had second thoughts about going into the black community, but nevertheless he arrived at her place on time. She made him comfortable in the small flat while she went into the bathroom. She had just finished taking a shower and was wearing a terry-cloth robe that was designed to cover her lush body, but when she bent over the tub, one foot on the toilet, the other planted on the floor, he could see her naked ass-cheeks.
The sight startled him; she had always been a wild, uninhibited young black female in his head. To see her now, her buttocks arched high with the one leg up, made his dick throb spastically; he wanted to bust into her cunt in the worst way. That thought made him look all the harder. And in between her ass-cheeks he could see the hairy triangle of her cunt. Then she put both feet on the floor and leaned far over to wash the bathtub better. Now her tender ass-cheeks were spread and jacked up high in the air. Her lower half was still wet and there was moisture glistening over her caramel flesh. And then there was the deep, dark mysterious crevice of her asshole, plainly visible.
She whirled around and sat down on the tub and propped her right leg up on the stool. In this position he could see under her robe which pulled far back across her crotch. She finished drying her toes and stood up and tiptoed past him into the living room.
"Jacqueline, are you seeing somebody else?" he asked stupidly, the old cocker pleading to the young virgin.
"Oh sure." she said, her face bright from the shower. Her brown eyes were void of their usual sparkle. "I eat men up for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. You know, honey, you're starting to treat me like a cheap pickup. It doesn't matter to you that a woman wants to be treated like a lady ... just as long as you get yo' enjoys, you don't care. You white boys think black gals are always so hard up for your nasty, big, stinky dick."
He looked at her to see if the vile words had come from her precious lips.
"What's the matter, sugar? You look a little pale."
Seeing her bend over the coffee table to pick up a joint, and knowing that some other man might have been in her pussy, drove him to a hard-kicked point of hominess. He was determined to have her cunt for his very own. He could not help but try to pull her to him.
"I think we should get some things straight first. I ain't gonna be no cheap whore. My friends are already down on me for seein' a white boy."
He held her closer, wanting her to touch his cock. She squirmed away and busied herself lighting the joint. She purred and puckered her lips like an analyst.
She looked so goddamn sensual. Why did he let himself get so horny over a cunt as young as Jacqueline? All she had was a beautifully sexy body and a hot pussy, he imagined. Had she been older, society would have called her a whore, but because she was young and freakish about sucking cocks, she was just an innocent babe. Nevertheless, she knew what she was doing to him. The way she put her hands on her legs, pulling up the hem of the robe and letting her cunt sit out between her golden thighs, was deliberate. Any female knows that when a man is gawking down the center of a twat, he is going to want to fuck her.
He yanked the robe off her shoulders and buried her tit in his mouth, sucking and slobbering over it.
His hand went under the flesh of one thigh and savored it like a dirty old man. She endured 'his kiss, her eyes first rolling around in her head in disgust, then softening in sweet remembrance of how beautiful it was to be fucked. She would let him suck her tits for awhile, for it did feel good, but then she pushed him aside and continued to talk.
"I ain't heard you commit yo'self to nothin' yet. Am I gonna be your woman?"
"I'll give you any fuckin' thing you want."
He fastened his mouth harder over her tit and she involuntarily rolled her ass to try and settle the fire flickering up in his cock.
"What will you do for me? You know my folks are poor." She was calm, folding her arms, playing a game, he thought.
He grabbed for her pussy in anger, seeing her so damn arrogant, and clutched the fine thicket of cuntal hairs.
"When I think of your wife and son." She sighed with greater disgust when he took a firmer hold on her cunt and fingered her.
"What do you want, money?"
"Well, how do you think I feel?" she said in a typical, whining, female tone of dejection. "I know you jus' want a quick fuck and then you'll split on me. And how do you think I would feel knowing that when you pull that-that thing out of me, you're going home and jump up and down in your bitch of a wife's cunt hole? And knowing that you fuck her when you want...."
The joint had gone out. She moved away to find some matches. She tiptoed daintily, trying not to upset the fire in her cunt. She was carrying a load as heavy as his own. He heard the sound of her warm, fleshy thighs coming together, brushing lightly over the heart of her horny twat, and he knew the friction was driving her crazy.
She was soon in front of him, almost to where the brush of his cock was against her. He could smell the sweet flavor of her hair and the mild aroma from her young pussy-young girls' pussies usually sweat a lot and sprout like a fountain when in heat ... so young, so hot, so horny that it had a funky, nice stink to it. Not an offensive one, but rather one that foretells, as with all females, when their boides are overripe. Although they may use all those anti-perspiration sprays, there was still that carnal, sweet smell of pussy.
He hugged her from behind while she lit the joint again. She passed it over her shoulder for him to take a hit. His dick eased out against her ass-cheeks. She didn't try to move away when he pushed it harder. He heard her gasp when she realized that he knew she wanted to fuck him.
"You better tell me something," she snapped just before he squeezed her apple-sized tits. Her head dropped and rolled, he squeezed harder and felt the resiliency of her cushiony cones in his big hands.
"I've already told you I'd give you all the money you want. You know I care for you. I'm easy to please-maybe twice a month. I don't get into New York that often."
"Do you really own all those newspapers?"
"Yes, I have an empire, baby. I'll treat you good and you won't have to work or anything. I'll set you up in a chic apartment if you'd like that."
She believed him. She stood there letting him feel her tits up like an obedient child. Her breasts were soon naked in his hands ... how hot and prickly they were. They were butterballs, so tender and soft that they slipped through his fingers ... the harder he squeezed the tit, the less there was. She shivered when she met the hard surge of his dick. She was then like a soft, purring kitten, snuggling over and against the dick. She made her hips stroke down and she rotated her fine ass into it, burying it in warmth.
His hard cock was buried deep between her ass-cheeks and poked into her crack. He felt as though he could have burst into her pussy bubble right through the robe! It must have felt like a long hickory stick trying to penetrate her asshole. He settled down, making his cock wait for the perfect moment. He wanted the best hard-on he had ever gotten to fuck this foxy brown devil. Hard as steel! He put his arms around her and held tight. Every place he touched was intensified by the grass and made it twice as good. He was tuned in to her slightest tremor. Her ass sat softly, quivering in the palms of his hands, alive, having a personality of its own. Her ass was as soft as cotton and the warmth was almost too much to withstand. The more he touched her, the more she writhed and shook, sending chills through him, all the way down to his throbbing cockshaft ... coiled, waiting, trying desperately to be patient.
He had teased her long enough. It was as though she was leading him, while pretending not to. And when his hand came between her thighs, she nearly shit! She trembled in frenzied convulsions, almost spastically, shook by the hot fuck-passion searing through her sexy young crotch. She went limp when he stuck his finger in her pussy hole. It was all she could do to hang on. Her arms went around his neck, the only support she had, that, and sheer willpower to draw the most joy out of her steaming cunt hole. It controlled her now!
They were soon naked. Her body became all warmth and fire, sultry, like a pussycat kissing his body, running her tongue over his chest, and then stopping to suck his nipples. If she needed his attention, or to stop him from squirming, she would tenderly suck his nipples as she might do for a lesbian-licking, and letting the saliva come from her tongue to heighten the sensation. She was an expert because she knew best where to kiss a man's body; her own gluttonous feminine desires made her a specialist.
Her tongue explored his pubic hairs and he groaned.
"I want to kiss yo' body. I like to feel how your body turns red-hot and your muscles tighten when I mouth you like this." She lapped the flat of his stomach and then wetly slid her tongue down between his hairy legs and out along the top of his shaft, all the way to the tip where her tongue nipped the crown to make it stand tall, desperate for the honeysuckle tongue.
The game of testing would begin. Sampling to see how hard she could make his cock. Thrilled to know that the more she teased, the more come would spurt out of his dickhead.
"You sweet baby. I can't stand it."
"I'm gonna eat your dick all up."
"But I might shoot off in your mouth."
"I don't care, I want you to drown me with that dickjuice. When a man shoots off in my mouth it makes me feel more like a woman. Your dick almost chokes me." She gagged and buckled with his frantic twisting.
She rested her head on his leg and closed her eyes, her cheeks sucking in juices, and the stock of his prick was nearly all disappearing into her precious lips that were closed tightly, trying to form a smile; she was delighted now. Her small fingers were touching places with the innocence of a newborn, teasing down his leg now, pulling his hairs, drawing closer to his nuts, touching them, hypnotizing, beginning to tickle his sac ... and a slow giggle escaped her lips.
There was a sympathetic look in her eyes, knowing how torturous it was for a man to carry this much cock around all day; dying for a pussy hole and feeling his bag of nuts bump and bounce against his legs.
"Poor, sweet baby," she cooed and balled her fist around the stock of his prick and pumped it up and down, watching with great fascination how the veins throbbed on the big fuckshaft.
He sat down on the coffee table and circled both hands around her thighs. "Damn, you sure have pretty thighs. They're so goddamn big!" He kissed her dimpled knees and squeezed the thighs above. He was deliberately slow, taking the liberty to tenderly test the insides of her thighs. His hands were close to the pussy mound, and her heart thundered. "Spread your legs for me, baby." He spread the lips of her pussy open until he could see her clit and the tiny orifice sitting deep within her cunt. He took one delicious flat-tongued lick down the center of the pussy. She fucked her ass toward his face and went into passionate convulsions of snatch-joy.
"Hmmm, oh, daddy!"
He tasted the moist cunt and made his tongue burn around the base of her clit. She drew taut and tried to keep the pussy-seepage from flowing down, but she couldn't hold back the horny juices. And she was suddenly opening herself to let it spill into the waiting mouth!
"Hmmmm, you precious baby...."
He knew that he was giving her such pleasure as to make her wet on herself. He threw caution to the wind and buried his mouth on her pussy hole. He nibbled and sucked, and sucked and nibbled, until the pussy was a tender, boiling morsel of flowing come! He labored painstakingly on the stiff pink knob of her clit.
"Now let me kiss your ass-turn around."
She turned and every nerve was razor-sharp, anticipating some freakish pleasure. He admired the beautiful picture of femininity standing willingly before him. The legs curved inward at the upper thighs and the buttocks were pinched for a sweet kiss. The kiss came with so much impact and electrifying emotion that he found himself getting dizzy. He took his time in licking the pinpoint asshole, then he bit hard on her ass-cheeks and sucked the girl-meat into his mouth.
"I've always wanted to do that," he moaned, his voice muddled and lost in the canyon of her buttocks.
They sank to the floor. This black girl had to be the funkiest bitch he had ever tried to fuck. He was frantic to stick his cock inside her pussy hole. He pumped her once to let her know that he was about to fuck her. Then there was a hot flash when his cockhead penetrated her pussy fully. He fucked hard, barely able to withstand the friction of goodness the lips of her pussy were giving her crown. It felt like a package of rubber bands were stretched around it.
For Jacqueline it was more than she had hoped for. This white dude fucked her funky and nasty, the way she loved it. When his cock forced into her pussy, she waited to see how much more she could take. She had heard that sometimes a huge dick could spoil a good hot fuck. Now she was discovering that she had to be careful; she didn't want to be split open. She knew enough to stretch her pussy for his abnormal-sized prick, but still, he was blocked at her cunt hole's entrance. Then, all too quickly, his fuckshaft was inside her. She felt the way his body trembled, holding on with the deep intrusion-The sensation gave her cunt pleasure'and she reached and kissed his ear, then blew into it. "It sure is good, huh?" As soon as she whispered it, everything broke loose. She found she had hell to pay for teasing him that way.
"I dig fucking for a long time ... so I can get to know you."
He did not hear; he was too busy pumping his cock to her cunt hole. She taunted his ear and her fingers tickled his nuts. Each time he fucked his dick hard into her pussy, she pricked into his asshole and his cock shot up harder inside her.
"Best pussy I ever fucked."
"You wouldn't bullshit me, would you?"
He grunted and drove his cock deeper into her juicy pussy tunnel. He fucked her good when he was all the way into her shallow hole; he was so turned on at having finally gotten to dick her, that he came instantly. To his surprise, his prick came hard again right away. Then he really got deep down into that snatch. He took a firm hold on her ass and fitted himself tight into her pussy circle, locking up so that it was airtight. He loved women like this who had good, shapely asses, and he felt a sense of masculinity to know that her little bittie hole was enduring his big, long dick.
"Daddy, ball me. Fuck the shit out of me!"
Her legs locked over his back and wouldn't let go, aware of how he was straining to hold his load. She fucked it to him so good and fast that he grew weak; too weak not to let it all come down. He dropped his load. It was like a rush of hot, boiling jism shooting down the tube of his dick-and at the end-jerking spasticahy-discharging big lumps of semen. It was wonderful to her because the thin, sensitive wall of her cunt was being melted like butter. The seepage of come helped make the sensation the best ever.
"Can you get it up again?" she asked shyly.
Man and cock had separated and the beast within rose like a towering giant to take over the shell of his sweaty body. It was so good to have his cock inside of her pussy now because it was slippery and large enough. It felt as though the prick had fallen off into a deep, bottomless pit the apex of a burning hell. All sins were collected and cast as one magnificent bubble to be her comeshot. The sins of hell, and the sheer goodness of fuck-pleasure, was being raped by the self-possessed cock.
He was nearly out of his mind. She kept making her cunt larger and smaller for his pleasure, to the ultimate grinding degree; she knew that he was extremely sensitive around the head of his cock. She made her soupy cunt snatch at it-even if he tried to push it deeper, she closed in around it. Then just as it got better, she would move a little and slip the cockmeat almost out of her pussy hole to the very brink. He had to fuck his ass like a mad dog to get his nut....
Last night had been one of those occasions when absolutely nothing went right. He had attended a stockholder's meeting that had ended in a fistfight over the decline of sales of the New York press. When he had arrived at Jacqueline's apartment on Park Avenue, she was singing the blues. She was a political activist and generally an all-around do-gooder fucking around with social change. They had been headed toward a collison course for the longest time and the shit hit the fan last night. She'd told him that they wouldn't see each other again, and that their worlds were too fucking far apart, and that the times dictated that she fight for racial justice. He had promised to marry her and divorce his wife. She knew it was bullshit, but agreed to wait until his next trip to New York before she made any final decision about their relationship.
Thus, John Boreman sat aboard the 747 brooding over his fate. He knew what would be awaiting him at the ranch; a son who hated him, a wife who cheated, and the long hours doing without his Jacqueline. He took a tranquilizer and settled back for the long flight to California.
CHAPTER NINE
Dorie and Marilyn were invited to dinner at the Boreman ranch Wednesday evening. It was a sonofabitching hot day and Mrs. Boreman chose to serve the meal outside on the terrace. Steven and Dorie were silent most of the meal. Marilyn, who did not realize there was a shit-slinging feud between father and son, was having a swell time.
Throughout the meal Dorie kept sending signals to Steven. He knew she was pushing for the confrontation with his dad, and he avoided her eyes.
"What do you girls think of country living? A lot different from the city, isn't it?" Mr. Boreman tried to make polite conversation.
"Actually, .Berkeley isn't a city. It's a quiet college community," Marilyn answered.
"You kids have your share of trouble on campus, don't you? Why is U.C. so radical?" Mr. Boreman had touched upon Dorie's favorite subject.
"It's not that we're radical, the establishment can't accept change. I'm sure the trouble on campus today is no different when you were in college."
Cybil rose from the table. "Please, dear, let's not get into politics this evening. The children are on vacation; they want to get their heads together-if that's the way to say it."
"That's right," Marilyn replied.
"Steven," Boreman looked at his son. "You haven't had much to say this evening. How are things with you? Your grades were very good this semester. As I recall, you weren't doing too well at the beginning."
"Everything is all right, Dad." Steven glanced at Cybil, then remembered that Dorie was there. He must not let any of them see him look suggestively at Cybil. It wouldn't do for his dad to know they'd been fucking.
"Mr. Boreman," Dorie interrupted, "Steven does have something he would like to discuss with you."
Steven glared angrily at her. Boreman looked at Dorie and then at his son.
"Oh, is that right? Well-Steven, Dorie says you have something to discuss with me?"
"Ah, yeah, that's right, Dad."
"Can it wait until after dinner? We'll excuse ourselves and go into the study."
"Fine, Dad."
Cybil was uneasy through the entire meal and Steven wondered why. Although she pretended to be jovial, he could tell that she was out of sorts. Whenever she passed through the sunlight he could see the silhouette of her thighs. And there he was, sitting there getting a hard on for her. He was thankful she remained on the far side of the table facing him. This way he could observe her lovely body without being too obvious.
Later Steven joined his father inside the study. Steven hated this room because it was his father's favorite. The big mahogany desk, the bookshelves, the trophy case, and the stuffed moose over the fireplace were all distasteful to him. He hated the segment of the Establishment his dad represented. He wondered how many good people his dad had fucked up or ripped off to attain his empire.
Boreman lit his pipe and sank back in his high-backed leather chair. He examined Steven's face: he was certainly not a carbon copy of himself. Why did his son let a woman do his talking for him?
"Dad, I'll come right to the point. I need money."
"Why didn't you say so sooner? How much?"
"My inheritance."
"You know better than that, Stevie. Not until you are twenty-five years old."
"I don't want to fight you, but Mother left everything to me. The trust fund was your idea."
"It's foolish to waste my time on this matter. Besides, I thought you were so dead set against the Establishment. If you receive your inheritance, that would make you a member, wouldn't it?"
Steven stormed out of the study in a rage and slammed the front door! Dorie and Marilyn followed him outside. Boreman emerged from the study. Cybil looked at him with disgust, turned, and walked away.
Steven accelerated the sports car to 100 m.p.h., driving recklessly and with abandonment. Dorie and Marilyn sat paralyzed, holding on for dear life. Suddenly a truck appeared from around a blind curve and crowded the center lane. Steven missed hitting it and streaked off the highway and down a slight embankment. A tree loomed up and he cut the wheel hard and narrowedly missed it. The right front fender scraped a boulder and the car spun into the air and came down on two wheels. Then he miraculously brought the car to a stop.
They all sat perfectly still, staring straight ahead at the cracked windhsield. Dorie was livid and did not dare look at Steven. Marilyn threw open the door and walked a few paces away from the car. They saw her grab her stomach and hurry behind a bush. Her wretched gagging echoed in the ravine.
"I hope you got all the shit out of your system."
"Don't start, Dorie. I don't feel like taking a bunch of horseshit from you!"
"You are old enough to lead your own life, but when you put other people's lives in jeopardy, that is just plain stupid! The way you let your father run you out of the house, like a piece of shit, was disgraceful. I have never been so humiliated in all of my life."
"I'm warning you ... Everybody's giving me bullshit and I'm fucking sick of it!"
Marilyn came back to the car. She was feeling better now.
"Well, Steven, I don't know about the truckdriver, but you sure scared the shit out of me. What is this-how to kill yourself in one easy lesson?"
"I apologize, Marilyn."
"His dad upset him."
"Did anybody ask you to say anything?" Steven snapped. "You got a joint on you, Marilyn?"
Marilyn leaned over the car and dug into her purse. "I could go for that. My nerves are shot."
"Well," continued Dorie, "you did let your father get to you. You blew your cool."
They all had a hit on the joint. Steven got out of the car and sat on a boulder. Marilyn sat beside him and Dorie stood before them.
"What's the big hassle with your dad?"
He was not going to tell her, but maybe the world should know. "He killed my mother."
The girls looked at each other. Marilyn searched Dorie's eyes to see if what Steven said was true.
"That is a horrible exaggeration."
"It's true."
"Ahhh, come on, Steven."
He looked into the sky and brought the vivid memories of that stormy night back into his mind. "He married my mother for her money. He was seeing another woman on the East Coast. My mother hired detectives and had him followed. The detectives confirmed her suspicions. She loved Dad. She went to pieces and turned into an alcoholic and freaked out on pills. He made her do that. Then one night there was a storm, the worst one in years. I thought the wind would lift the roof right off the house. I was awakened by them arguing violently about his leaving for New York. She told him about the detectives discovering his mistress. She was going to divorce him and kick him out without a penny. He knocked her down and I heard her fall. Then she ran out of the house and drove away before anyone could stop her. She was too drunk to know what she was doing. Dad and Jack found her, dead in the wrecked car-she had skidded on a sharp turn and went over the cliff. Dad didn't mourn her very long before he brought the mistress to live here."
Marilyn said, "You don't mean-"
"That's right, Cybil was the mistress. He married her right away and she tried to step into Mom's shoes. To top it off, even though Mother left me her entire estate, including the chain of newspapers, he fought the will, and with his connections and his crooked lawyer friends, he was able to gain control over the estate because I was still a minor."
"Gee, I'm sorry, kid," said Marilyn. "Just think how you could change the country if you controlled all those newspapers."
"Come on, let's get out of here. I'm sorry I behaved like such an asshole. I could have killed both of you driving that way."
"How will you get your car out of here?"
"I'll have the garage pick it up."
After the kids had left the ranch, Cybil and John Boreman spent the next hour discussing all the trials and tribulations of the newspaper business. She pretended she knew what he was talking about, nodding like a good little housewife, bored to tears. Men were like little boys-the more you make them think you want their cocks the less they are inclined to give it to you. Her husband was absolutely no different. When she first married him, he found her attractive and sensuous. He never missed an opportunity to rub his prick against her ass. He thought her ass was something special, and loved to feel her up.
Evenings when he came home tired, she would strip down to panties and bra and move about his study and sit on his lap. She would kiss him, bite his ears and tell him how hot and horny she had been all during the day, and that she just couldn't wait until he arrived home to give her a good fucking. This had always worked to a tee; men enjoy having their cocks complimented, the same as a woman enjoys being told that she is sexy ... or sensuous. She would put on a big act as if she got frantic to fuck just by his touching her anywhere. The thing that used to really give him a hard on was when she would stand up-face away from him, and pull her panties down her ass and shake like a strip-tease chick would do. Then she would say something like: "Honey, do you think I'm getting too fat back there? I can't seem to get into any of my old skirts anymore." She would say this in a girlish voice, helpless, innocent but ready to obey his sexual will. She made him think he was directing the action and that his dick was the key to the whole thing.
He would reach for her, she would step away. "No, no ... I didn't show you that to get you horny, honey. Is that baby getting hot for some of Momma's pussy? Let Momma see!" He would blush and pretend he didn't want to. "Oh, come on, let me see it, honey. I like it ... it's so big!" There would be a faraway look in her eyes: she was really hot for a fuck. She would unzip his trousers and take out his cock. By the time she had finished kissing and sucking it, he would have shot his come a mile high! That was all there was to it-even when she didn't feel like fucking she would do it. But he got used to her always doing this, so she tried to coax him into doing the same for her. He ate her cunt once or twice but he did not really enjoy it; he was selfish that way, so she would put him on short fuck-rations for a couple of days, just to whet his appetite. At every opportunity she would mention the fact that the man next door had an abnormal-size prick and she saw it when he wore shorts, or tell her husband how a girl friend boasted of how well her husband ate her cunt.
The moment she saw his cock hardening, she would let him put his arms around her in bed, and during this teasing she would wear nothing. Just the contact of her naked body against his long cock was enough to excite him. She made sure that he slept with her ass pressed up against it. Sometimes she would wiggle in her sleep and he would grab for her, and she would moan as if she was having an orgasm. "No ... no, don't bother me ... and move that thing away! I'm trying to sleep ... come on, honey-it's too long, and it will kill me because I don't want to fuck now ... You know how it hurts when my pussy isn't properly lubricated!" Then she would push him away and pretened to fall asleep. He would get up and light a cigarette and storm about the room, pissed as hell. But he knew she was working on him. By the time she did submit to him, he would give her such a fuck that it would make her tear out her hair-and she knew the servants could hear her screaming and moaning. Just to demonstrate his masculinity, and what a masterful lover he was, he would eat her pussy for good measure. It always worked. She knew it was unfair, but that's the method she had to use on him.
Tonight he displayed signs of not wanting to be bothered. He wanted to talk about his work, which was always the topic of conversation. Ashamedly, she was thinking of his son, how he always had his hard young dick ready. The father-she would have to work on.
There was a worried look on his face as he stood by the bed unbuttoning his shirt and kicking off his shoes. She sauntered to the dresser and slowly took off her blouse. She saw his reflection in the mirror.
"What's wrong, dear? Why the wrinkled brow?"
"It seems that my hippie son wants to become a member of the Establishment. Nothing to worry about, though."
"Steven and Dorie want to get married. I could tell by the way they look at each other. That romance has gotten serious. And dear, I know that Steven hasn't really accepted me as his mother, but I do care for him. And I don't think he's old enough yet to take on such responsibility."
"We both agree on that point."
"And besides, this might sound horrible, but Dorie troubles me. I mean, she comes from a poor family and I can't shake the idea that she's after Steven's money."
"That's exactly what he's pushing for. From the way she spoke up for him during dinner, I'd say she's putting him up to it. You might have a point."
"Ah, not only that but her father-"
"What about her father? Old man Johnson, right?"
"There are rumors that he and she ... well ... you know ... that he raised her alone without the guidance of a woman in the house."
"Yes. Go on-"
"Oh, forget it. It wasn't a very pleasant thing to say about father and daughter. But I'm happy that you settled Steven down."
"I didn't say that. The kid is like me in the stubborn department. He just didn't push me tonight. But one day I'm going to have to oppose him and what he believes. He thinks the system is corrupt and that social revolution will solve this nation's problem. But it will not. He will see that when he's thirty."
"Yes, dear, of course, dear, you're right, dear."
He peeled off his shorts. She had become fascinated watching him prepare to shower. She nearly saw his penis but he turned too quickly. She wanted to see if it was still the nice stick it had been, and if he had been fucking anyone in New York.
"What did you do while I was gone, Cybil?"
"Oh nothing much ... I, ah, fucked four big muscle bound truckdrivers. A slow day."
"You did what?"
"Oh, nothing ... I didn't say anything."
The thought of his big cock made her lick her lips. Having fucked young Steven, had made her curious about her husband: was there a similarity in size? Since Steven had inherited his dick from John, she was curious to see if John was that huge.
She stripped down to her panties and nonchalantly went into the bathroom. The shower door was open and he did not notice when she entered. She went to the medicine cabinet and pretended to search for some lotion, or anything that would give her an excuse for being there.
"Did you miss me, dear?"
"Of course I did," he shouted over the spray of water.
Her back was turned to him and he could see what she was doing. It was perfect because she could work from this angle to get him hot enough to ball her. Her tits felt larger and heavier than ever; they were beginning to swell. There was a bottle of skin cream and she spread some around one tit. She massaged it for a while and tried not to give him the wrong impression. He had never seen her freak off on herself before. She saw his eyes in the mirror and he was digging her half-naked body. He was interested in what she was doing, standing there pricking her nipples.
She gave her panties a yank and pulled them taut between her thighs. The firm globes of her asscheeks spilled out and splashed! Then she moved her hand down the front of the briefs to unpinch her cunt.
She turned around and saw his eyes lock onto hers. He was interested now. She acted as if she did not want him, but nevertheless, she was hot to fuck. What the hell? Why not blow his mind. She stepped into the shower in front of him, hogging the spray of water. He was shocked beyond words and when she first wiggled her ass back against his dick, he moved back. She turned and fluttered her sexy eyes and said in a raspy voice, "Let me put some soap on your body, honey...."
Before he could do anything she pinched his nipples.
"Don't!" He shriveled up and turned his shoulder to her. She rubbed his ass and he reached back and grabbed her hand. "What's wrong with you tonight, Cybil? You've been a little pushy lately."
"And you're a little touchy, aren't you?"
"I'm old enough to bathe myself, in case you haven't noticed. Now give me that soap!"
She held the soap out but tucked it under his balls; his face turned red and he looked as though he wanted to slap her. She rubbed it hard enough to make his balls pluck up. Nothing was happening with his cock-it just sort of flopped around. "Okay, here's your soap!" She shoved it into his stomach and stormed out of the shower into the bedroom.
He followed her. "Oh ... I'm sorry, honey, but not tonight. Okay? I'll fuck you tomorrow night."
She faced him and pulled the hair from her eyes, giving him a dirty, get-fucked look.
"Oh no, oh no, don't do me any small favors."
"It's not your fault."
"I know damn well it's not my fault. But let's just forget it!" She flopped into bed and yanked up the covers.
He stood looking like a lost soul. When he did come to bed, he tried to put his arms around her. "Take your hands off of me. Don't you touch me." She was baiting him to make him want her pussy all the more.
Then he drew her knees up and pushed her ass out. He sheepishly tried to rub his dick against her. She stirred and wiggled a bit further back. His prick was getting harder.
"No, go on, just leave me alone," she whispered, making sure he couldn't break the embrace; actually, it was kind of cozy and nice. His body draped over her ass, and her ass crack was teasing the shit out of his dick. "You don't have to fuck me if you don't want. I don't ever want you to force yourself, John. If my pussy is no longer any good to you, I understand perfectly."
She rolled over and her big, firm tits trembled. They were like a bright flash in his face after coming out of a dark room. They hung there quivering, her nipples winking at him. His eyes were glued there.
She turned her back, and this time she made sure that her ass was flat against his cock. She wanted to. get his dick right down the center of her crack, where it is hot and he would be buried by her warmth. It was feeling good back there to him and she damn well knew it. Shit, the crack of her ass was as hot, if not hotter, than her pussy hole. His cock didn't quite come up between her legs because it was held up at the conjunction-just at the tip of her anus. He hesitated, wondering if he should stick it in. The second she felt his dickhead in her crack, she puckered up her asshole. She whimpered like a wild animal, experiencing the erotic sensation, and overplayed the forbidden aspect of it.
"Oh, shit, John, don't put your cock there. It feels so strange." It felt strange all right, she was about to jump right through her asshole.
"Strange how?"
"I don't know, but I want more in me...."
"Won't it hurt you this way?"
"I'm so hot you could fuck me any. way!"
"Can you take it in your asshole?"
"Of course, silly." The word silly was to imply he was incapable and every husband except John Boreman knew the lesson well.
"Put it in me nice and slow, I'm sure it won't hurt. It will get warm soon."
She had been fucked in the ass many times but it was always exciting to experience ass fucking with a man who had not done it. The trick was to convince him that it was a virgin maneuver. She whimpered and groaned so loud that he was encouraged to "go a little" deeper. His cockhead came into her narrow channel with the speed of a train-ninety miles an hour, and she had to freeze to make him slow down. He began to fuck much softer and every inch was a nut buster. She could tell how hot he was getting by the way he was straining, huffing and puffing.
Her asshole was dry, which made him all the more aggressive. The more she screamed the more he wanted to jam that big fuckshaft of his harder into her shithole. She could feel the cock expanding and getting hotter at the tip. There wasn't much more room left inside her tunnel and he was nearing his high point.
"Shoot off in me-make me feel you come, honey."
"It's so good and gritty and hot!"
"Deeper, deeper!"
"Oh baby-"
"Is that as deep as you can stick it?"
"No, baby-it's just so tight."
"Then pump it in me-do it baby, come on, fuck me, fuck my ass!"
"Hold still, let me fuck you good." :
"Hard as you want-I can take it, give me, give me."
He gave her one final whammy! She dropped, rolled and spun out from under him. His dick missed the target and tore a hole in the sheet.
"Oh, no! Oh, no! Please, Cybil, don't do this to me. I was just about to shoot off!"
She curled up, looking like a sixteen year old virgin, making a dirty old man beg for a piece of her twat. Then she sucked her thumb. "Say please."
"Please, please, please!" he groaned.
"Nope, it's not good enough for you." She leaped out of bed and put on her robe. He was snarling and ranting like she would never believe, as if he had just been deb ailed.
"Dammit, I said please! Now get your ass back in that bed."
"Hell, no! You don't appreciate me, or my cunt!"
He had the grand view of her magnificent ass flesh. She playfully patted her cheeks. When she turned she made sure that her tits were dancing, as he would never see them again.
"You can't leave me hanging."
"Try sticking your finger up your ass, you piece of shit!"
To add insult to injury, she brushed her flesh back around her hips, and looked down. She strummed her pussy and squeezed the insides of her thighs. Then she reached back as if something back there had been violated or broken. "Oh ... you poor, sweet thing. Did that bad old man try to hurt? Yes, Momma knows. Momma's going to do something about getting you a good dick to fuck." At that point she snapped the lights out and rushed out of the bedroom.
Outside in the hallway she slumped against the door and busted her guts, laughing. It was cruel, but some men had to be treated this way. The reason he was not fucking her was that she had failed to show her authority. What she was doing would serve two purposes. One, by the time she did get around to fucking him, he would have a superhard cock and would dick her for days. And two, the more he had to worry about, the less suspicious he could be about what was happening between her and Steven.
CHAPTER TEN
Dorie was waiting for Marilyn when she came upstairs. Marilyn had intended to walk past the door but Dorie reached around and grabbed her arm.
"Come in here, I want to talk to you."
"You don't have to yank so hard. What do you want?"
Marilyn stepped inside the room and slumped against the wall, rubbing her arm. Dorie was bristling with anger and lit a smoke, tapping her toe at the same time.
"Let's get it over with. What the fuck are you so pissed off about?"
"You know damn well, you bitch. You unappreciative bitch."
"Fuck you, you shit! What the hell am I supposed to do, twiddle my thumbs while you fuck Steven? Felicia was very nice to me."
"But you knew how I felt about her."
"You're afraid she eats cunt better than you."
"Don't be insulting."
"What a game you folks play here in Kingsport."
"Just take off your clothes. I've been waiting an hour for your ass."
"I might not want to give you any...."
"I'll beat your fuckin' ass, so help me."
"But Felicia has already pleased me."
"You heard me, Marilyn."
Marilyn saw that Dorie meant what she said. She began taking off her clothes. She unsnapped her bra and her tits sprung out, leaping, bouncing. Off came the panties and she wiped up the center of her cunt to see if it was still wet.
"You jealous bitch. I shouldn't let you put your filthy hands on me."
"Just get your ass into that bed, Marilyn!"
They were two females breaking down the ego factor-the perennial fight between dyke and fawn.
"There's no way that she can fuck you better than I. Just bring your ass over here. I'll love you like no other bitch could."
Marilyn quaked a bit, hoping that would be so. At that moment Dorie leaped off the bed and snatched her from behind. It was a quick, startling move that took them both by surprise. But a deciding factor in Dorie's benefit as she began kissing Marilyn-she loved it and only pretended to be bitchy. Dorie jerked Marilyn's head back and planted one right on the lips.
Marilyn pretended to struggle, but she was grooving on the effect too. Dorie slapped her hard in the face. The vicious sound echoed across the room. Marilyn slapped her back!! She finally got the best of Marilyn and yanked her tits. She bounced on top of her and held her arms pinned with her knees.
"You think just because you've sniffed a few cocks you're an authority on the subject. I can show you a few things, turd."
She pushed up between Marilyn's thighs and used her tit as a wedge. Her hands cupped one tit and she churned it into a sphere, then shoved it deep into Marilyn's pussy hole. The thought made her body quake and nearly shoot her come-shot. Dorie moved her tit around until the nipple was covered with a milky substance, caking there. She drew back and looked down into the open cunt hole and saw how hot it was, like a volcano about to bubble over.
Dorie's mouth finally settled on the slight rise of the clitoris. She sucked and teased there for a long while. Marilyn was tearing at her hair and kicking up her heels! Dorie made her turn over and lean across the bed. Marilyn jackknifed with her bent knees on the floor, her ass sticking up. Dorie hovered behind her, cool as you please. She felt the raised ass and plucked the cunt below. She was slow and deliberate, using one finger to slide up and down the slick center of the pussy. Marilyn's face screwed up in horny agony, tossing her head frantically. But Dorie would not let up and kept her finger working inside the cunt ... feeling around the knob that hung down above the cunt hole. Her fingers were bathed in slippery fluids and she could feel the grooves of the canyon inside. She jabbed the one finger deeper and harder and the fleshy asscheeks humped like a jackhammer. And Dorie watched it all spellbound, seething with glorious dyke heat.
Marilyn, jacked up, with her tits swinging like cow tits, looked back toward her ass. What she saw Dorie doing made her shoot off. But it did not stop Dorie because she only pushed her mouth farther up the ass crack and begin again to bring down another orgasm.
Looking at what was happening behind her made Marilyn think of how sexy it all was. Dorie ran the flat of her tongue over the full circles of Marilyn's asscheeks, and then switched off to the other cheek; purposely leaving the deep crevice in between, untouched, to make it boiling hot, so when she did stick her tongue there, it would cause an explosion. Finally, after licking up and down the back of Marilyn's thighs and over the haunches, Dorie did put her tongue into the butt-crevice. It was a hot poker, jabbing directly into the center folds; the way a dick would skeet into a cunt. It was better than a man's dick because the tongue was wet and searing hot-it could twitch, and move around to tickle-controlled as no cock could ever be.
It was more of a mindblower when Marilyn felt Dorie trying to fuck her from behind. It was as if Dorie was a dog and knew she did not have a dick to stick her with, nevertheless, she fucked and fucked away at the hole, banging her asshole with her tongue.
-Done had had enough of sucking out of Marilyn's asshole and threw her back on the bed. She almost leaped upon her, mounting her, pressing her pussy dead center against Marilyn's cunt. All Marilyn could do was he there flat and open her legs to give Dorie what she wanted. It felt so heavenly to get fucked by a body as soft and round as Dorie's. A female's softness, a warmth that was so tender it scorched her. Dorie kept rolling her tits from side to side, over the young ones. Soon there were four titties fucking each other.
All the goodness of Dorie's big, soft thighs burned Marilyn the most. It was as if they were filled to the brink with sweet-tasting come-and horny magic that only a witch like Dorie could store away. All the goodness of Dorie's body came seeping out of the warm thighs and that pinnacle of her tasty pussy. And when Marilyn could feel her own cunt, slushing against Dorie-it was maddening! She automatically raised her legs and locked Dorie there. She hugged her thighs to keep Dorie pumping into her slit. They began to pump each other, first Dorie, then it would be Marilyn's turn. Then, finally, they fell into a sixty-nine position. The bedroom was filled with the grunting, gnawing sounds of two female animals sucking each other's cunts.
Fire Dance was a little bit skittish and had been all evening. After Steven had worked him out and put him in the stall, Fire Dance knew something was in the air. For an animal, he had a keen sense of events. For instance, he knew about the big race tomorrow, the one that Steven was grooming him so hard for. Fire Dance was not worried because he knew he could outrun the other horses in the county. He felt good, happy that Steven had returned to the ranch this summer. Although the young master was worried, it was still fun to be with him. Maybe it was because there was so much tension in the air, everybody's nerve were shot. Human beings had so little faith in the positive aspects of Jife. Of course he would win the big race tomorrow, so why all the fuss? He would be glad of one thing; after he won the race, they would have to turn him out to pasture. Young Master Steven was good and kind to him that way.
Old Jack came by later and calmed Fire Dance down with a nice, quiet chat. Jack had a lot of soul and a lot of horse wisdom.
Jack stepped out of the stable and looked up at the moon. It would be a good day tomorrow. A day that was meant for racing. Fire Dance would beat the snot out of them slow horses. Yeah, he was glad that he had put his hundred-dollar bet on him. He walked on home, to the servants' quarters.
It was a perfect day for a county fair. The fairgrounds were jam-packed with happy, smiling faces. There were children running about, munching cotton candy and chasing balloons.
Cybil and John Boreman were seated on-the speaker's stand amid the ballyhoo for the dedication of the annual event. Dorie, Marilyn, and Felicia strolled the fairground together, laughing and having a helluva time, patiently awaiting the big race between Fire Dance and Destroyer.
Steven stayed with Fire Dance at the track behind the stable.
"How does he look to you, Jack?" He brushed his hand over the horse's flanks.
"This hoss's fit as a fiddle." He smiled at Fire Dance. "In fact, I wouldn't be surprised at all if he didn't run away from the rest of the field."
Arlene Pennyweather suddenly walked up and smiled hello. Jack looked at her, pretending to be busy grooming Fire Dance.
"Hi, Steven. Boy, Fire Dance looks pretty!"
"Hello, Arlene. Hey, you sure have grown up, kid. Last time I saw you, you were knee high to a doggie."
She hugged the horse's neck. Fire Dance gave her affectionate acknowledgement. Jack smiled. "Little Lady, you sure have a way with horses."
"Good luck today, Steven. I hope you beat Destroyer. Jed Maynor don't deserve to win."
"Well, me and Fire Dance gonna try and beat them all."
Jed Maynor and his two buddies stopped in front of the stable after overhearing the statement.
"Yeah, I heard that. You ain't never gonna beat Destroyer, turkey." His attitude was very hostile.
Jed Maynor was a big bully. He and Steven had always been bitter foes.
"Put your money where your mouth is, chump, but make it light on yourself."
"Let's make it a hundred dollars!"
"It's a bet."
The call to mount up echoed over the fairgrounds. The crowd stirred excitedly and rushed up to the racetrack stadium. There were twelve horses entered in the cross-country race. They -lined up at the starting line below the judges' stand. Old man Johnson quickly read the rules, which amounted to anything goes. They would race around the track, out of the stadium and onto a cross-country obstacle course, back into the stadium and down the back stretch to the finish line, in front of the crowd.
Steven glanced over at Jed Maynor seated on Destroyer-the bookies' favorite. Fire Dance was the people's choice. It would be difficult to beat Destroyer, a speed horse who could run all day. But Fire Dance was fast and a damn good jumper.
They were off! Destroyer went to the head of the pack with Fire Dance a close second. Around the first turn it was Fire Dance and Destroyer running neck and neck.
The crowd held their breath waiting to see which horse would come streaking back onto the track. A roar went up when Fire Dance and Destroyer were seen ahead of the pack. They blazed around the far turn and raced into the back stretch. It was going to be a photo finish. Fire Dance won the race by a nose.
Fire Dance was led into the winners' circle. The crowd showed their approval, and Steven and Fire Dance were popular winners.
Later Steven and Jack were cooling Fire Dance down, walking toward the stable. Jed and his two pals blocked their path; Jed threw a one-hundred-dollar bill in Steven's face. Steven was a pacifist and did not get pushed out of shape.
"There's your chickenshit bet, sucker! I oughta kick ya' ass." Jed squared off for a fight.
"Keep your bread, man. Ain't no big thing," said Steven, losing his temper.
"Naw, baby, I'm gonna tell you about yo' crocked father-an' ya motha. Ya motha is nothin' but a cheap-ass whore. She done fucked everybody in town."
"A whore and a bitch," chimed in one of the gang. "I heard she balled four truckdrivers and laid 'em all out."
"Take that back!" Steven shouted.
Dorie and Marilyn were standing there, hanging back. Then Dorie saw red and shouted., "You take that back, you fuckhead!"
"Stay out of this, Dorie." Steven warned.
"Yeah, you stay back, bitch! You and ya' dyke friends."
The bullies laughed.
Before Jed knew what was happening-Steven knocked him down! The two sidekicks leaped into the battle. The first' one was met by a hard right hand, the second chump caught a judo chop across the windpipe! Jed struggled to get to his feet and Steven clobbered him before he could get up. The fight was over, "If I ever hear you say anything against my family again, I'll beat your socks off next time!" Steven had turned into a raging militant.
Marilyn met Felicia at the cotton-candy concession next to the racetrack. Dorie had stayed with Steven to see if she could soothe him down. Steven wanted to be alone and sent Dorie back to join the girls. The racetrack was empty now, with the bulk of the crowd on the fairgrounds. The girls found a secluded spot to light up a joint.
"Boy, I sure could use a hit."
"I know, what a day this has turned into. Steven really dusted those dudes, didn't he?" Dorie lit the joint and took the first hit. Then she passed it to Felicia. They were learning to be friends.
"I bet Jed won't play that bullshit any more."
Marilyn said, "What this town needs is a little shakeup, you know what I mean?"
"Ohhh no, Marilyn. I know what you are thinking."
"Tell me, tell me!" Felicia insisted, excitedly.
"Let me have a few more hits first, to get my nerve up. I think I'm going to do it ... "
"What is she talking about, Dorie?"
Dorie was studying Marilyn's face. When she got that faraway glint in her eyes, there was usually hell to pay."
Marilyn took a final hit and pulled off her jeans, then began to undo her blouse.
"I made up my mind-I'm going to streak the fairgrounds."
The idea appealed to Felicia's sense of daredevilishness. "Hey, would that set a lot of these bastards on their ears. I'll join you. Here ... hold the joint, Dorie. We don't expect you to join us."
"You girls are crazy."
Felicia was quickly out of her clothes.
"The crowd will be gathered around the bandstand, dancing and doing their thing. Well streak across the fairground and swing by the dance stand and put into the woods."
"Well ... wait for me. What the fuck, you ain't going to call me chicken." Dorie grabbed the hem of her dress, lifted it over her head and kicked off her flats. "I'm ready, let's go! And don't stop running!"
They giggled, stoned out of their skulls, and started to run naked toward the fairgrounds. A shriek went up when the first of the crowd saw them coming. They ran past the ferris wheel and the operator couldn't believe his eyes. Three naked girls running toward the bandstand! Accidentally he pushed the lever and sent the ferris wheel spinning out of control.
The naked women had caught everyone's attention. "Hey, look there! Those girls are fuckin' bareass naked!"
All heads turned to see what was causing the stir. Then a joyous cheer rang out. The operator of the ferris wheel ran after the girls, leaving the concession unattended.
When the girls reached the center of the grounds there were mobs of youngsters running behind them, encouraging them, joining in on the fun.
"That looks like fun. I'm taking off my clothes too. Let's run with them. Let's stand up and streak for womanhood!" A beautiful, freckle-faced redhead yelled to her pals.
"What are they protesting?"
"Who gives a shit? It's fun, now hurry up!"
There were four more girls running naked behind Dorie, Felicia, and Marilyn. The senior citizens were crowded around the bandstand, digging the tuba player playing his ass off. When the seven naked women raced into the area they let out a scream. Some of the folks were startled, others took a fast, hard look.
Barney, the truckdriver, and his buddies were there and immediately ripped off their clothes and started to chase the girls. One old lady threw off her shaw and shouted, "Hey, you kids-wait for Granny!"
To see such lovely creatures running naked, tits bouncing, bare buttoms shaking uninhibitedly, was a turn-on for many of the older men. Most had been waiting all through the long summer for something exciting to break. Now that it had happened they were not about to miss out on the fun.
Soon there were fourteen naked girls and a host of men trying to catch them. The Dixieland band struck up a happy tune.
"Let's catch them gals and fuck 'em!"
"They're naked so they must want to screw! Come on guys, grab a broad! What you catch is what you can fuck!"
A man shouted to the fleeing girls. "If we catch ya' we get to ball ya'!"
The girls stopped, thought it over, and all at once cheered and took off running again.
The girls raced out of the fair grounds and into the forest and fanned out in all directions. Slowly, the men caught up with them. Some tackled a girl to bring her down, wrestling playfully, and then dragging her off into the bushes. The girls, struggling, giggling, were willing to keep the bargain.
When the excitement died, all that was heard in the forest was the passionate grunts of couples fucking in the grass ... Kingsport was having its first official orgy.
Steven could not sleep that night. He tossed and turned in his bed, cursing Cybil's name. What the fuck was wrong with him? Had he forgotten about Dorie, the girl he was engaged to marry? Suddenly it was Cybil that haunted his erotic reveries. He saw movement of shadows under his door.
He became excited and dared not move as the door swung open. Cybil stood there for a brief moment and then closed the door. He could hear the whisking sound of her nightgown as she crossed the room to the bed. He felt two warm hands touch his chest and slowly slip around his neck. She kissed him full on the lips and her tongue came greedily into his mouth. All his doubts suddenly vanished. He touched the hot silkiness of her flesh, not certain of what he should do or how he should do it.
She was like a woman on fire. Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead and dropped into her face. She was wearing only a thin silk gown and he felt her legs coming over his own. She yanked the covers back and straddled his legs, moaning and panting like she had just run a three-minute mile.
Her body squirmed and twisted feverishly above him and her hands tugged violently at his cock; her sharp nails dug into his flesh. He flinched with the pain-she was in a state of fuck-frenzy. She kept going for his prick until she had her lips around the dickhead and began sucking. When she raised her head she tried to stuff it into her cunt but her gown kept getting in the way. Then suddenly, not knowing why, he pulled himself from her grip.
"Can't we ever talk? Is fucking all you ever think about?" He pushed her away from his cock. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be nasty."
"I know, I heard about your fight with Jed Maynor. Did he hurt you?"
"No. You should see how I fucked him up. I have to talk with you."
"Before you start on me, Steven, let me say this. You are still a young man, and there are some things that you don't know anything about."
"You want to hear what Jed called you?"
"What?"
"A whore."
"Oh, I see. And what else?"
"He said that every man in the valley had wiped his dick on you at least twice. Tell me that it's not true.
"Stop it, Steven. You're tearing my heart out. You don't know the whole story. You have no idea what torture going without is for me. Yes, I admit that I have fucked a lot of men-so many that I lost count. I'm a nymphomaniac. I can't help it. Your father leaves me alone all the time."
He turned away from her.
"Steven ... you've made me very happy this summer. I think I care for you."
"What about Dad?"
"Oh, how noble you Boremans are. What about your dad?"
"I mean, how could you do that to him?"
"It doesn't matter, because I plan to divorce; your father. I will not let him drain my life any more. You know what kind of a man he is. The only thing I want is for you to love me, even though I realize how hopeless the situation is."
"I don't know what to say."
"I love you, Steven. I need what you have...." She reached for him and he moved away. She could see the hurt and pain she had caused mirrored in his eyes.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"No, I don't mind if you spend the night with Felicia. Just make sure you arrive back here the first thing in the morning. Steven said we were leaving for Berkeley," Dorie said to Marilyn over the phone. "Yes ... Steven and I are going to have a chat this afternoon. He is still upset about something. But you have a good time. Yeah, it will give Dad and I some time together. I'll catch you later."
She put the phone down and looked out the window. It was going to be another bright, sunshiny day. What a hangover she had though, after that wild night at the county fair. The townspeople were still talking about the fair and how it had turned into a hot orgy. They would never forget it and she felt proud to have been a part of it all.
She slipped a mini-shift over her briefs and went downstairs. She was somewhat startled to see her father standing in the kitchen.
"Where's your friend Marilyn?" he asked with a drawn face. Even at a distance she knew he had had an early belt of rotgut booze.
"Marilyn is spending the day with Felicia. What are you doing drinking so early in the morning? I thought you had given that up."
"It's no worse than that shitty dope you kids smoke."
"Yes, but alcohol will rot your guts out. Pot doesn't do anything but put you in touch with yourself. Can I fix you some breakfast?"
"I might as well take advantage of having a woman in the house. It ain't been the same since your mother left us."
"Pop, she's been gone for years now-since I was twelve years old. Why don't you get a fine woman and many her? Why be lonely in this big old house? Scrambled or fried?"
"Scrambled. I don't want to marry no gawdamn, cotton-pickin' female no more. Ain't worth the misery."
He sat down at the table and picked up the morning paper. He casually glanced over to where Dorie was standing by the sink. He saw her pause for a moment to tuck her hair behind her ears so she could see to wash the dishes. With her arms raised that way, her tender titties were sharply out-lined.
She's getting ripe, my little daughter, he thought. She's not a baby anymore and I wish we could have good times together like before. No ... that would be wrong. She wouldn't let me fuck her now. Still, you never know unless you ask.
There was a lull in their conversation, neither knowing where to begin. There was a definite gap between them due to the long months of separation. He was waging a battle within himself. His eyes fell on the sexy curves of her ass. The mini-shift stretched taut across her hips and her buttocks looked large and round inside the shift. His daughter had a low, sloping ass that fell into rounded mounds. Just like her mother's, her ass was set in a deep cup, like a balloon ready to pop. She was standing wide-legged and the motion of washing dishes made her asscheeks quiver. She was sexy as hell. He glanced further down to her shapely legs and how the backs of her thighs were tasty: and delicate-looking. The hem of her shift came only an inch or two below her ass, and when she bent over, he could see her briefs.
Damn, what a beautiful, sexy youngster she was. He felt ashamed as his cockshaft sprang up, throbbing at the erotic picture of his daughter's sexy body.
He picked up a glass and stepped to the sink. He stood behind his daughter, his cock barely touching her ass. He reached around her. Dorie turned the cold water tap on.
Just standing so close to her was enough to make him want to fuck her. He could smell the sweet fragrance of her body and that young woman's scent that taunts all men, even fathers. His cock swelled and pushed free of his underwear. He felt it growing and throbbing down along his leg, under his trousers. It was hard as a rock. He pushed it forward hard enough for her to feel it in the crack of her luscious ass. He felt her stiffen and she stared straight ahead out the window. She felt him roll his prick firmly over her ass globes. The glass under the faucet was spilling over and finally she turned off the tap.
He kissed the back of her head, not wanting to rush her. His arm came around her; his hands squeezed her waist.
"I miss my baby ... it's been so lonely here."
"I can't wash the dishes, Daddy."
He took his seat at the table and continued to stare at her. She could feel his eyes stripping her naked. She had promised herself that she would not panic when he was after her cunt. Now, confronted with the moment, all she could think of was not hurting her father's feelings.
"I wish you wouldn't stare at me that way." She took the defensive. The horny war was unbearable and did not leave her enough room to stage a hit-and-run battle. It was always best to lay your feelings out on the table.
"I can't help it. You're so grown up now, Dorie. You've turned into a fine-looking female."
"We can't go back." The memories of their past fucks stirred vividly in her mind. Some were pleasant.
His heart beat faster and sweat dripped from his forehead. He trembled as a burning sensation shot through his loins, his cock stretched longer and he crossed his legs for control.
He said with a cracking voice, "I ... just don't believe you can say that so easily to your father."
"Let's not discuss it. It's not going to happen again. I'm sorry, Daddy."
"Just once?"
"No, Daddy!"
"I'm here all alone in this house...."
"I told you, find a nice woman to marry."
"When you reach my age it don't mean so much any more. And after your mother died, well, you know how it was."
"Listen, I don't want to hurt you, but I was very young then. Would you ask me to fuck you now when we both know it's wrong?"
"You take the pill?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Do you really plan to marry Steven Boreman?"
"Yes, and if he ever found out-he wouldn't like it one bit. Now I haven't told him yet, but I plan to. After all, if we're going to be married, he should know."
His mind was on another track: "Did you fuck any of those fellows at U.C.?"
She was becoming more annoyed. "For Pete's sake, I'm a grown woman, Daddy!"
"How many times do you come?"
"As if that has anything to do with anything." She put a hand on her hip and stared straight out the window. "I can have ten comes with Steven. Other boys ... maybe two or three. Why are you asking me these questions?"
"Do you like big dicks?" He was clearly panting in a cunt-hungry voice now.
For a moment her balance teetered a bit, and she crossed over to the nonsensical feminine side. Perhaps he really was concerned about her welfare. After all, he had raised her without a wife. It was difficult for a father to discuss sexuality and fucking with a maturing, virginal daughter.
"I'll have to be honest and answer yes. Not that the size of the cock has anything to do with anything either ... but a small dick doesn't do much for me. I like the feeling of being filled." She knew she had probably said too much.
"And do you go down on these boys?" He was back to using his authoritative, masculine, fatherly voice.
She became passive, having respect for authority figures. She was compelled to answer through years of subservient training. The father was lord and master! It would have been too difficult to answer in her own voice, so she switched identities with herself and answered with the voice of a sexually possessed female.
"I have gone down on Steven. I suck his cock all the time. He fucks me really good and I adore it. But I don't generally suck off other guys the first night. You know ... I don't know who they might have been fucking around with."
"That's good. You got some sense then."
She was flustered, but the fog in her head was clearing a bit. She knew she would not be able to finish washing the dishes, nor would she be able to scramble eggs. Then she felt him brush his hand over her ass. She turned and snarled at him. "All right now-come on. Don't do that, OK?"
He snapped back into his chair. She saw that he had undone his fly and pulled his dick meat out. She gasped, then got hold of her emotion. She must treat this calmly, she had been to college and she was educated. She had never seen a man jack off and she stared longer than she intended. A horny rush went through her cunt.
When he saw that her eyes were on his cockshaft, he automatically began beating the meat-showing his root to her-hoping that she would become so enthralled by it that she would drop her pants and forget all reason and let him fuck into her cunt again.
"Will you please stop that? Now I'm not going to ball you. You are my father and I'm your daughter. That would be incest-now, I let you put your dick into me when I was younger because I didn't know any better then. Think of the mental tortures you put me through since that time! Every man I fuck-has to measure up to my image of you. I even started going with Steven because he looked so much like you."
He stood up and frog-walked toward her. His pants were down around his knees and he had both hands on his cock. She backed against the sink and tried to escape. She saw his cock waving, too hot and horny to be still.
"I know ... I know. But do you think I would ask you to fuck me if I could help myself? I got to have your pussy, honey!"
"No, I told you!"
He caught her hand and made her feel his cock. "See-see how hot it is," he wheezed. "It wants you."
She tried to take her hand back. "No, no, let go of my hand."
"Please fuck me."
He made her squeeze his crown. Come spurted out of the slit and splattered over the front of her shift.
"Gawd ... you are hard. I can't, I can't...."
"Just this once. Do this one thing for your father. I promise I'll never bother you again."
For a moment she felt sympathy and softened. He whispered to her, seeing that her will was breaking down. "Come here, baby." He pulled his sexy daughter away from the sink.
She stood in front of him, trembling slightly, feeling like a child again....
"Doesn't this feel good ... remember?" He slid his hands up her legs and around the thighs. He lifted her shift until her thighs were naked and he could see her panties. He encircled her thighs and the tips of his thumbs brushed her crotch lightly..
"Oh ... this is so wrong...."
"There's just the two of us-my baby daughter and me."
He lifted the shift all the way up. He held it in one hand while his free hand cupped her cunt. It was like a powder puff, throbbing, contracting in his palm. He smiled, feeling how wet she was already. It had been more years than he cared to remember since he had touched her pussy-so wet and burning hot. He had forgotten that sometimes young girls could cream all over themselves just thinking about cocks and getting fucked.
She was in a dilemma. Was she really letting her father do these things to her body? She fought hard to bury the dirty pictures of her childhood, crammed with his incestuous desires. And here it was again ... staring her in the face, making her deal with incestuous reality. There was no fantasy that she could hide behind or any other side of her personality she could adopt to appease her conscience.
She saw him flinch and grab his fuckmeat. Her knees grew weak and almost buckled, realizing that he thought she was sexy, so lovely that the sight of her body gave him orgasms. Older men like her father really dug playing with teen-age girls. She guessed they couldn't help it.
She became aware of her father wanting her pussy. His hand snaked under her panties and into her cuntal crack. Dribbles of pussy moistness poured out into his fingers.
"My precious baby, you've been driving me crazy. Your pussy is so hot that I want to eat it all, every morsel."
There was no need to take down her panties, he simply bit into her pussy mound, panties and all. He stretched open her pussy and his tongue attacked her from the front. She was aflamed, turning this way and that-catching her father's tongue in different places. It was maddening. Finally he held her still and bent his head to her ass. She braced her weight on the kitchen table.
"I'm proud that you are my daughter. You're such a fine lady." He groaned and smothered one cheek in his wet mouth. "You taste so sweet, baby."
He looked deep into her asshole, then chewed her buttocks and snaked his hot tongue up the center of the crevice. He licked her crack clean, remembering how he once changed her diapers and he chewed the back of her fleshy thighs.
He lifted her ass to the sink so she sat on the edge, her legs open. He opened her shift and fondled her titties. She had been born to fuck and her goodness was rare. He leaned back and reveled in the delight of looking at her cunt, knowing he might never see such a sensuous sight again.
The panties were pulled off and the shift removed completely. She folded her arms across her chest and blushed childishly when his eyes swept over her. Her twisting body was frantic now, uncontrollable. He couldn't help but kiss her pussy-it was such a fatherly gesture, but nevertheless his mouth turned her on. His mouth covered her open slit and he poked his tongue sharply into her hole. She squealed and scratched his shoulders ... having reached her first come-spasms.
He raised' his cock to her pussy hole, pausing long enough to see it contract and watched the white cream float out of the tunnel. The bulb shaped dickhead squeezed into her pussy. The hairs around her pussy were carried along with his cock into her cunt hole, causing a biting friction that heightened his pleasure. He fucked straight up the middle of her cunt until his dick was all the way inside. She squirmed and awaited the next good fuck-thrust. The head of his cock was hard against the lining of her stomach.
Inside her hot snatch, his cock felt big as a house. She sat there on the edge of the sink grinding her cunt over his hard fuck-muscle. Her hair tossed wildly while she humped down so the center of her pussy was directly in line with his cock shaft. Her hips began a slow, sensuous jerking, her pussy moving crazily over the dickhead, reaching an explosion. Then as their rhythm picked up the sound of her juicy pussy could be heard, with the big dick sloshing in and out of her twat until he filled her cunt with dick juice.
Cybil was waiting for John Boreman when he stepped inside the house. "Honey, I think you better have a talk with Steven. He's upstairs packing! He says that they are leaving for Berkeley."
He put his briefcase down and looked upstairs. The last thing he wanted was a confrontation with his son tonight. He had just spoken long distance to Jacqueline and she was in trouble and needed his help in New York right away. He would go upstairs and deal harshly with his ungrateful son. ' "Don't worry about it. I'll have a word with him. You make me a drink in the meanwhile."
Steven did not look up when his father entered his room. He continued slinging clothes into the suitcase on the bed.
"Can't we talk about this, son? You know we're not ready for you to leave yet. Why do you like to hurt your mother and I?"
"Don't start fucking with me, Dad. I'm not in the mood for any bullshit. You're glad that I'm cutting my vacation short."
"You seem to go out of your way to be insulting. Have you no respect for your father? What the fuck is happening to you kids anyway? I don't know my own son anymore. And the people you pal around with-what kind of half-assed stunt was that Dorie pulled on the fairgrounds? Running around naked that way!"
"Shut up, will you! Stop harping about things you know nothing about. They were streaking, in case you haven't heard. They were trying to tell your kind something, but you're too blind, too pure, too fucked to see it."
"No matter. You are not going to marry that girl."
"I will not play your game, Dad. Just because she showed her flesh she is no longer good enough to carry the Boreman name, huh?"
"Watch your tongue, young man."
"Then get the fuck out of here. Give me just one minute and I will be out of your house for good."
"I just don't understand you kids...."
"Fuck off!"
Boreman collared his son. "What did you say to me?" He clenched his fist.
"Let go of me or I'll clobber you, Dad. You might as well know that I intend to fight you in the courts. I'm going to fight for every penny that is rightfully mine."
"Get out of my house, you hippie!"
"I'm taking Cybil with me." He had been waiting a lifetime to lay one on his old man.
A long pause.
Boreman was not certain he had heard correctly. He cocked his head and his eyes glinted at Steven.
"That's right, Cybil loves me-not you. She is going to divorce you and come live with me."
Boreman had had the starch knocked out of him. What was happening here? He slumped down on the bed on Steven's jacket. Steven quickly yanked it out from under him.
"You two have been carrying on behind my back? My own son-in my house? I don't believe it ... "
"You don't deserve Cybil." He leaned toward his father's ear. "You're too old to cut the mustard, Daddy. You're so concerned with keeping up the family name that you can't keep your dick up long enough to please your wife's pussy. Correction ... she's my pussy now. Cybil needed a younger man to do the job. I'm that younger man; a chip off the old block, huh, Dad?"
"You get out of here before I kill you!"
"Like you killed my mom, huh Dad?"
Cybil suddenly appeared in the doorway. She had heard the violent fighting.
"Is it true what my son tells me, Cybil? Are you going away with him?"
"What are you talking about?"
"That's what I thought, honey. Thank you." Boreman looked at Steven, stunned, his face pale.
Steven snatched up his bag and stepped through the doorway. He paused and looked down at Cybil.
"Okay, I've learned my lesson." He turned to his father. "But you better start locking your door when you're away from home."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Steven received three letters from Cybil asking forgiveness. He was bitter and pissed off and threw the letters into the wastebasket. He must shut her out of his memory, although she was in every corner of his mind. There were sleepless nights longing to hold her in his arms, to fuck her the way she needed. The thought of how good she sucked his big, long dick kept him in a state of anxiety, hornier than a bull in rut. The way she had fucked him back-legs open, giving her cunt, right down to the bone, tormented his horny balls. He resorted to jacking off to keep the come-pressure down. For a long while he did not want to look at another woman; another cunt would just be a waste of time. Cybil had the all-time best pussy, without a doubt.
He and Dorie were still together but things were not the same. Her love had faded, but she was loyal, and gradually they were like sister and brother.
"Listen, Steven-you don't have to fuck me anymore. I know that it's over, I understand, but we can still be friends."
"I feel bad that our relationship didn't work out."
"Hey, that's life, experiences. You got the shit knocked out of you and your head got turned around. Who's knows, maybe tomorrow it will be my turn. Then I'll need an understanding friend."
"Dorie, you are a great person. Sorry, I'm so down in the dumps."
"Maybe we can do something about that. Marilyn has been an absolute bitch lately. I know what might fix her up and make you feel better at the same time."
"Hey, what's happening?"
"I know you've always wanted to fuck her. So why don't we get loaded and have a nice, friendly orgy. No strings attached, just sex among friends. And you know you want to fuck Marilyn; I've seen how you look at her body."
"Are you sure she'll go for it?"
"No, but I can ask. And look, you'll be doing me a favor. You should try living with her when she gets shitty. You roll some joints while I go rap at Marilyn."
Dorie went into Marilyn's bedroom. Marilyn was stretched across the bed in a robe, her hands on her cunt.
"Ohhh, did Steven leave?" she asked.
"We're going to have a party and you're invited. Come on out and have a smoke with us."
"Naw, you don't want me spoiling your fun. I'm a piece of shit."
"You wont be in a little while. Now get your ass in here!"
Marilyn felt something was in the wind and she had nothing to lose. "I look horrible. Let me put my face on. I don't want Steven to see me in this awful robe."
Dorrie pulled her off the bed and kissed her neck. Marilyn's warm body felt good next to her own; the inner thighs were moist and her buttocks were watery-soft. She nibbled Marilyn's ear and finger-fucked her cunt for a moment. Marilyn closed her eyes and savored the feeling in her snatch.
"What are you about to get us into this time?" Marilyn asked with a smile.
They came back into the living room and Marilyn smiled sheepishly. They sat on the floor and passed the joint between them. They smoked until there were good vibrations; Marilyn and Steven were both feeling better about each other. They glanced at each other, knowing what was expected of them. Dorie was practically daring them to fuck, that was quite obvious. Dorie had left the room twice to give Steven a chance to make his play. When that failed she suggested they all go into her room. Knowingly, they all filed into the bedroom. The sight of the water bed made the scene erotic.
Steven smiled and undressed; he would start things off since he was the only male. Marilyn kept glancing down to see what his cock would look like. All the stories she had heard about how big and long his fuckmeat was, and how good he could ream a cunt. It was tense until his jeans dropped and his prick unfolded like a fire hose. Marilyn shut her eyes and felt faint.
She moved toward his huge joint, her hands reaching out, Dorie stood back and gave her friend first crack at the prize. It was sexually stimulating to see the way Marilyn crawled over to him, easing up to the long cockshaft. It made a horny picture with her long hair behind her ears, the chin lifting, the mouth open.
He stood firm, anticipating, while she crept nearer and nearer. She hesitated a good foot from his penis. The penis waved and stretched to its maximum length. She was fearful of touching it at first, then stuck her tongue to the ridge of the dickhead. She reached over the top and held it still while she lapped it good and hard. She rinsed the head inside her mouth, giving him the "butterfly" with her tongue. Then she rubbed her pretty face all the way down the length of his prickmeat.
Dorie came and knelt beside her. They would share the dickflesh equally. Dorie let Marilyn hold it, because she was the guest. Marilyn appreciated the gesture and made sure she gave the cock a good sucking. She sucked until the root was fully swollen at the crown, then passed it to Dorie. Dorie rubbed the mushroom head, about to shoot off and decided to just nurse it along by lapping under the dickstring. She ducked her head under his balls and tongue-teased his asshole. She then clamped her teeth over the shaft and slurped up to the tip again. She licked it lightly and passed it back to Marilyn.
Marilyn did a number on the dickhead by moving her mouth over it clockwise and reverse. Her mouth was like a luscious screw, while her hands caressed his balls.
"Lie down, Steven and we'll give your cock some love."
He stretched his long frame across the water bed. They all climbed on, splashed around, then settled together.
"You didn't believe his cock was so big, did you?"
"I honestly didn't...." Marilyn gasped.
"Here, suck some more. And watch how big it gets when it's hot."
Marilyn mouthed his cock with no hands, tugging at the tip with puckered lips. He arched and tried to fuck upward, into her mouth. Dorie assisted by palming his penis to make it stand straight for Marilyn.
"Why don't you and Steven fuck awhile first. I'll watch, OK?" Marilyn was so goddamn horny that she couldn't stop shaking.
"No ... you go first, Marilyn."
Marilyn hovered over him and skinned down his foreskin. She sucked his crown seriously now, wanting to take some of the heat from it so it would fit her dime-sized pussy hole. His cock throbbed and waved, passionately thrilled by her eager, hungry tongue.
He lay on top of her and stuck his hard cock against her cut. She rolled against it and thought how much it felt like a pole. And he had been wondering how it would feel to dick her. The cock swelled, sliding between her creamy thighs. He raised to his knees and opened her legs and pushed them straight up.
Dorie had been dying to see how Marilyn would fuck her boyfriend. When Steven was hot he shoved a lot of hard dick into her pussy. Marilyn was constantly bragging about how no guy could get the best of her, how she could drain any size cock, with any temperament. But the look on her face was like a scared rabbit and that had met its match.
Steven was careful sticking his powerhouse fuckflesh into Marilyn's twat. Her legs were jacked up to her chest and her pussy hole was an easy target. It appeared that there would be no way he was going to get all of his monstrous cockshaft inside her cunt. Steven took what was available to him. It drove him wild, wanting to pile drive into this new pussy, but having to compensate by wiggling his fuck. It was not very long before she was groaning and calling his name.
Dorie couldn't resist moving in closer and kissing the smooth expanse of Marilyn's thighs. Her face was close to the connection and she sniffed the pungent juices of pussy, beginning to flow more freely as the fucking got better. Marilyn was whining and holding on for dear life now. Each time he would fuck hard into her cunt, she would let out a loud cry.
It was a mindblower for Steven because he had waited a long time to fuck Marilyn. There had been a time when he would have done anything to get his pud inside her slick snatch. He had asked her once but she refused, claiming that she couldn't do that to her best friend. It was like a knife in the back, for Steven, because he knew she would fuck anybody who showed her his dick. She had been known to pick up men from bars and fuck for days before she showed up again. That made him want to fuck her all the more. She was an animal, much like himself, and they had to have a fuckmatch. He had seen her cheat on her boyfriend and heard the stories of how she loved to suck cocks. And how seeing a prick turned her on, and how she enjoyed getting fucked from behind. She xould also have continuous orgasms, which meant that he could get hot and heavy without feeling guilty. Most chicks that he fucked complained that he had too much prickmeat after a thirty-minute lay. (He was lucky if he could get a bitch to go for ten minutes). But Marilyn appreciated a big, booming-hard prick, and it freaked her out just to talk about getting one into her cunt tube.
Now Steven enjoyed this long-awaited moment. He gave her one straight shot, damn near up to her throat-remembering the fights she had caused between Dorie and himself. Marilyn was always in the way when she wasn't going steady and she clung to Dorie's apron strings. She had been a threat from the beginning because she was a dyke. Marilyn knew that he was fucking the shit out of her best pal, because the walls in the apartment were thin. He had imagined her finger-banging her snatch while listening to him and Dorie fucking. Marilyn and Dorie were both "screamers" and it seemed as if they would have contests to see who was getting the best fuck. He began to compete against unknown strangers who fucked Marilyn in the late hours of the night. All these thoughts made him want to pile-drive his cock up through Marilyn's navel.
Fucking her, he realized that she was much slimmer than he had imagined. In fact, he couldn't help but wonder why so many guys wanted to dick her. What was so good about her pussy that drove men crazy enough to make them stand in line? It was nice and hot inside her cunt tunnel and it felt grainy; a lot of grooves and slight valleys. The cervix was pushed out of shape from so much fucking, but it was a mellow block for the tip of his dick. When he collided with it, the sensation was so sharp that it held up his comeshot. So if her pussy got too good, he would deep-thrust her and hit her womb. When he did, she would go spastic, heightening her sensation. He would grind his prick hard on the knob of her cervix and she would kick up her legs. Along with the kicking came the hard push of her contracting pussy, nearly enough to blow his dickhead out of the tunnel. She came hard and drained every possible sensation from his dick.
Just when he had her wailing like a baby, Dorie moved above him and kissed Marilyn. At first he thought she felt sorry for Marilyn having to take so much good fucking, but then he realized that the kiss was too passionate for that. He had never seen two women go at it, and it was like being hit on the head with a hammer. It turned him on to see Dorie playing with Marilyn's tits. He became jealous and began to compete, wanting to make sure that his fucking would give Marilyn the orgasm, and not Dorie's mouthing her all over.
"Oh, yes, suck my titties, Dorie!"
Dorie kissed her nipples and Marilyn went out of her mind. She threw her cunt in fast gear and gave him five quick comeshots. Then she set her pace at an even speed and gave it to him in rapid fire, humping and huffing and pushing her tits into Dorie's mouth.
Dorie squeezed and churned Marilyn's jugs until they were scarlet. The rhythm of his fuck-thrusting made her body jerk enough to make the titties bounce like yo-yos. He noticed Dorie getting turned on, her hands fluttering down to the connection and pricking Marilyn's clitoris. Marilyn twitched and contracted her pussy and almost blew him out! The way Dorie was working the clit made it seem as though they had a big secret they shared. From what he gathered, Marilyn had a real hot-box that was easily triggered by her clit.
Dorie climbed over Marilyn's face so that her pussy was hanging down into her open mouth. Marilyn, still taking strong dicking, began licking at the pussy above her face. As she ate the pussy she softly squeezed the billowing ass-cheeks, as if the squeezing went along with the meal. The way she squeezed and churned the cheeks made it appear that she was milking Dorie's pussy hole.
His cock felt a new charge, stuck deep in pussy while his head was on a fantastic trip, watching Marilyn eat cunt. He had eaten Dorie many times before and he knew how good it could get after you hung in there for awhile. Dorie was so sweet that it made him feel good to simply please her. That was what Marilyn must be experiencing now.
Dorie was caught up in the passionate love play and wiggled her ass down on Marilyn's mouth and tongue-in just the places she desired. She was actually fucking Marilyn's tongue. Marilyn held it stiff while the pussy slit ground down and screwed it to the brim of the mouth. There were slurping sounds as Marilyn took care of any come that dripped down, or blocked the pussy's entrance. It looked as though Dorie did not want her to do this because she kept raising her cunt when the slurping got too good. He thought about fetching a drinking straw so Marilyn could suck from up high inside the pussy-drain all of that wet funk.
"Stop for a mintue. I want to suck some more of Steven's cock. Let's keep it hard for him."
"Well it isn't exactly soft where it is...." replied Marilyn, realizing she must not be piggish. But just before she broke the connection she squeezed in a quick come.
Dorie slid down to the fuckshaft.
"It's a good time to suck it because it's really hot now...."
"OK, let me have a little bit too."
"Now watch closely-this is what I was telling you about...."
"Oh, wow, how can it get that big?"
"Here, you suck around the head while I hold it. Not too hard, because he's ready to shoot off."
"Hmmmmm, it's salty. It tastes like my pussy."
"Now take it out of your mouth and nibble down the side. He loves that, don't you, Steven?"
Steven could only groan and try to stay in the ballgame.
"Gawd, it's so much of it-it's like a tree trunk!" exclaimed Marilyn.
"Rub his balls and that'll make his cock throb."
"I love to squeeze around the base like this."
"That's good because it keeps him from busting his nuts too soon. Ooops-lick it off quick!"
"Is he shooting off now?"
"Not entirely-but lick what there is. See, I told you he was ready!"
"Do you swallow his come?"
"I don't see why not. Don't you?"
Marilyn could not answer because her mouth was full of come and cock.
"I like to rub it over my body and he gives you plenty of come for that. Like a nice white lotion that refreshes."
"Buckets, I bet, huh? I mean, he's so huge!"
"Let me have a suck now."
"No, baby, don't suck it anymore. Sit on it for me. I want to get off in your cunt." Steven could not take anymore teasing.
"But Marilyn wants to drink your come."
"Oh no, that's OK. You go on and fuck."
"Now see what you've done, Steven! You rejected her and that's not nice. If she wants to swallow your jism, why not let her?"
"Just do something quick!"
"Go ahead, Marilyn, finish sucking him off."
"Why don't you fuck him and get off when he blows. That way I can still have some too."
"Steven, I'm going to fuck you instead. I'll sit in the saddle. We can show Marilyn the games we play."
She swung her legs over his cock. She reached between her legs and guided it up into her snatch right away. She needed some fast action to catch up to his momentum. For a long while she fucked as fast as she could. Then she got spunky and fucked down on the cock as though she was riding an English saddle.
Steven groaned and his body went taut. Dorie rolled out of the saddle and grabbed his big prick and pumped it up and down. Soon he was shooting up a spray of come that splattered everywhere. Both girls were there gobbling up the cream and smearing it over their faces.
Steven laid back and sighed, happy that he had gotten over the hump. He closed his eyes and thoughts of Cybil drifted into his mind....
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
A knock sounded on Steven's apartment door. He was shocked to see Cybil standing there. He had been caught off balance and for a moment he was speechless.
"May I come in?"
"You're the last person I thought I'd ever see! Sure, come right in, Cybil."
She was still beautiful and the sexy body took his breath away. She looked more slender, a bit tired; and he guessed that she had not been fucking very much-like a thirsty flower that needed water.
"Very nice place you have. I know I should have called first, but when you didn't answer my letter-"
"It's not necessary to explain. Rest yourself. Would you like something to help you relax?"
"No thank you."
"Well?"
"Steven, please don't kick me out. You don't know how difficult it was for me to come here. I feel like a fool." She refused to look him straight in the eye, fearful that she would break down and bawl.
"I won't kick you out. In fact, I'm happy to see you. I'm as weak as you are ... I thought about you."
"I couldn't stand being without you another moment. I'm so sorry for what happened that last day. All I could think of was being cut off without a penny."
"That's why you won't leave him?"
"I was fooling myself and living a lie. But I'm all woman, Steven; I need a man who will love me, fuck me, give me the dicking I need."
"Are you saying that you left Dad?"
"Yes. My suitcases are in the hall."
"What?"
"I belong to you now-I'm yours!"
"I was played for a fool once."
"Would you mind bringing in my luggage from the hall? I didn't want you to see that sorry picture of me standing there, forlorn, holding two suitcases, looking like Little Orphan Annie."
He brought the suitcases into the apartment. He had a second thought and put them in his bedroom. Cybil had seen him, and it was obvious that he didn't intend to kick her out, although she guessed he would try for a fuck tonight. In the morning it might be a different story.
"I love you, Steven."
She sat down on the edge of the sofa. He walked past and she put both hands on his waist. Her eyes locked onto the bulge of the monstrous cock.
"You can say that when nobody else is around."
"I'll do anything you say. Just don't throw me out. I'll suck your cock every day of the week and eat your asshole-just let me stay, please."
"It's no good, sweetheart."
"It can be beautiful. I know that I'm older than you are, but if you have the kind of mentality I think you do, I can show you so much. All my life I've wanted a man like you."
"I cursed the day that Dad brought you home. I wanted to fuck so badly that my guts ached. My dick swelled up for days, and I couldn't take a step without shooting come in my jeans."
"I didn't know. Oh Gawd, you won't believe this, but I was going through those same changes. I was so horny for your cock, but my conscience kept fighting me. I remember seeing you swim and how your dick stuck out so far. It mystified me ... and still does. And that's one of the reasons I came back to you. I can't live without your enormous cock."
"Is that all you want me for-a hard cock?"
"Of course not, but I do need it. I love to fuck, Steven, and I think you do too. Man, we're lucky that we are so together; a lot of women are starving themselves, wasting away, experiencing sex without any love and getting shit on. But we have the real thing."
She threw pride and caution to the winds and unbuckled his belt. He caught her hand before she could go further.
"Please don't send me away! Can't you see I can't help myself? Let me be good to you so I'll feel like someone."
She trembled and a tear trickled down her cheek. He sighed and released his hold on her slender wrist.
She reached into his crotch and pulled his prickshaft free. The huge root swelled in her hands and soon stretched to maximum length. She held it firmly around the base then lovingly circled her mouth over the crown. The dickhead was so slimy that it slid down her throat; she wanted more. She nursed it slowly, kissing it here, kissing it there. Then she pushed Steven down on the sofa and yanked off his pants. He laid his head back and gave her freedom to do anything she wanted. When the pants were off, she cooed and petted, rubbing her face over his hairy legs. She pricked his dick hairs with her teeth, just to keep him occupied while she undressed him. She laid her face on his thigh. She licked the flesh there, and his cockshaft, drooping a little, sprung up in search for her luscious mouth. The mouth that had set it on fire only moments before.
The crown was so much bigger than her small mouth, and she had difficulty in getting a good mouthful. It was like a warhead on a missile, set to explode-and her tongue had the power to set off the atomic come-bomb. She kissed down the side of the fuck shaft and felt it throbbing against the warmth of her cheeks. She nosed under his nuts and lovingly milked his balls down. When she felt him tremble, having trouble keeping still, she kissed his nuts lightly. She curled her tongue under them and reached back almost to his asshole. He tightened up his ass muscles and tried to hold back the explosion.
She mouthed his cock as if apologizing for having spent so much time with his nuts. She loved both places, under his asshole and blowing his cock, but the warhead was so much more sensitive. She had the power to make things happen here. She tasted the juices and rinsed it around inside her mouth, closed her eyes and savored the moment.
Then she laid her face against his thigh and kissed a spot there. His cockshaft stretched and pointed in the direction of her-but it was not long enough to touch. She flashed smiling eyes to question just how long could he make it. Having a big dick was all right for bush-league players, but what if she wanted the very maximum of his output? He continued to strain, determined that he was going to stretch his dickmeat until it reached her mouth, hoping that she was honest enough not to move the target-it would surely castrate him if he did not live up to her expectations. But he would because he loved good pussy, play the game and try new tricks. After all, that was the kind of fuck-partner he wanted. A bitch with a far-out head and a hot cunt for a lot of good fucking.
The first shock of not being able to reach the target made his dickhead shrivel back an inch. How badly did he want this? He looked down and saw her patiently waiting-pretending that this was not a game. If he took the dare, it would be. She casually let her tongue come out flat over the thigh, indicating that she was growing impatient. Then he thought of how good her pussy felt when he drove knee-deep into the cunt tube. And how she made her cunt pucker and squeeze his dick like a tube of toothpaste. He thought of how similar her mouth and pussy were. Nevertheless, she could make her lips and mouth do things that no cunt could. She loved it when he jammed his wad deep down her throat. She never gagged and never lost her cool. She was an expert and not a little girl like Dorie. Cybil truly loved going down, and each gush of semen was a testimony to her worth.
His prickhead was nearly at the oval lips ... she encouraged it by making slurping sounds. Then finally the dickhead rose up and penetrated the circle of lips. She closed the lips very lovingly, praising it with just a little saliva. Then her mouth captured it and boiled it with warmth. He exploded in her mouth with such a charge that it kicked her head back! She gagged! It was like a shotgun going off and spewing come shots everywhere, instead of buckshots. In a wild frenzy, she licked where the come had splattered-his thighs, his nuts were bathed in it, and her mouth was like a warm suction cup.
"You won't send me away, will you, Steven?"
He pulled her up and felt her furry snatch. The thighs were hot as fire when he pulled her panties down. She stood trembling, hugging herself, biting her bottom lip. He rubbed his nose over the soft strands covering the pussy mound. He sniffed the titillating pungent aroma.
His hands circled one of her thighs, caressing lightly so she would know how precious she was to him. She was truly a beautiful female, and much more so for letting him share her soul.. Their fucking was a meeting of inner spirits that could lift them right off the planet. He kissed the lips of her pussy and introduced his tongue. He purposely bypassed sucking her clitoris. He sucked away at the seepage of fluid inside her cunt. The last time they had fucked she had been so reserved! This time she wasn't holding back. It gave her a thrill when he licked into her pussy crevice; she opened up more and finally accepted him as her lover. He chewed her vulva as he had seen lesbians in movies do. His tongue came far up into her cunt hole; the walls immediately clamped down. The tongue was soon captured, and she was not going to let it get away. He held his tongue stiff and poked deeper. She rolled her ass and made her pussy take up the slack. She fucked his tongue in a series of tiny circles, screwing it further up into her twat. Now his nose was pressed hard against her clitoris and it was difficult to breathe. But the thrill and excitement of how deep his tongue-cock struck into her pussy overshadowed everything. He was about to get her off in a way she would never forget. He was man enough to hold on a little longer until she got her cookies completely busted.
The tip of his pointed tongue scratched the roof of her pussy hole, and she shuddered all the way down to her toes! The tongue did a butterfly motion, first to one side of her cunt and then the other. He repeated this several times until he had her humping her ass up and down. He was rocking the boat, making his tongue give her new directions to stir her pussy. He tongue-fucked her in so many places that she was wondering which hot spot she wanted to explode. It really felt good on the right side of her cunt until he would switch to the left or to the center. She was certain she would have come if he kept the tongue steady and straight, and not too fast. But he was purposely giving it to her in all places. It had driven her to a point where she did not care; if he would just hold his tongue long enough, she would go off instantly. But now they were having fun, and she found her whimpering turning into giggles. She had had an orgasm but it had sped past-but the overall goodness was sending spine-tingly sensations throughout her body ... the tongue was still poking, not knowing that she had reached her peak. She didn't want to disappoint his trying so hard, so she caught up to his pace and had another whammy ... and another.
Then she froze and savored how good it was, being so wet in her crotch and having this beautiful boy attend her down there.
It was time to fuck her now; her pussy was just the way he wanted it. Before, he had never had the patience to get her this hot, being in his father's house. But here he was king of his own castle, and any pussy that ventured through his doors was his meat.
He sat her down in the love-seat and raised both her legs high. Her pussy slit looked like a pink blossom, and he rubbed his dickhead down the center. It was too much dick to stick in her right away, so he continued teasing around the slit. He stuck it in her when the hole was good and wet, a tight squeeze, and he had to tease her clit to gain complete entrance to the snatch mouth.
"Kiss me," she whispered, "the mouth is very sensitive...."
Kissing her helped take his mind off blowing his stack.
"Fuck me hard while you're kissing me-that really turns me on. Then my pussy will be good and juicy for you."
His cockshaft kept one steady rhythm, and soon there came the popping sound of wet flesh as he was getting down to the bone.
"Rub my clit and my pussy won't be so tight ... and it makes continuous orgasms. It feels so good."
He didn't hear her, and she had to finger her clit herself. And then it was like a great bursting ball of sunshine exploding inside her cunt! He oozed in the glorious sensation and shut his eyes and felt himself falling ... far, far below, to the bottom of her cuntal depths. She opened her thighs to let him sink further. "I told you when I walked through your door that I am all yours. I'm giving you my pussy because I don't want any other man in this world to fuck me. Nobody else is ever going to stick a dick in me again. I promise you that, Steven."
"Don't say any more, baby. Just fuck me. Let's get down to it and quit bullshitting. Forgive me, baby, but I got to get all your cunt."
"I want you to."
"Yes, but you look so damn beautiful, so fragile ... and I'm sticking this big old dick in your tiny hole. I don't see how you can take so much."
"Because I love you. Don't be afraid to fuck what's yours."
"But you don't know how I have to hold back because of my size."
"Not with me, you don't have to hold back I'm older than those girls you've been fucking. Baby ... I need to be balled. And if I know there is love there too, there's nothing sexual I can't get into. It's all up to you, baby. I'm your pussy and you fuck me the way you get off best."
"I want to ram it through you-that's how good you look to me."
He gave her a good hard wham! She puckered up and whammed his dick back and added a spicy twist at the end of the stroke. "Harder, baby. Didn't you hear me say that I'm all yours?"
He knew that he had to get the thrill of pussy out of his head once and for all. He had never really fucked flat out, the way the crazy thoughts inside his head were telling him to do now. Did he dare? Was he man enough to enjoy pussy without guilt? Everybody should fuck all out just once before they kick the bucket. He had lusted and creamed in his drawers admiring her fleshy thighs. Now those thighs were open to him and his cock was as deep in her pussy as it could go. They had plugged into something so electrifying that it scared them both. Each trusting that the other knew what he was doing-what direction this wonderful sensation would take them....
There were goose pimples running up and down his spine, and his wet cockmeat felt as though it had been stuck into an open 500 watt circuit! His dickhead fizzled with electric tingles, needing the circuit-hot pussy to blow its fuse. At every point of contact between fuckshaft and cuntmeat there was a tremendous shock. There were thunderbolts of electricity that made their bodies jerk and go spastic-with each jerk came an orgasm. Each of his heartbeats spurted the precious semen into her flooding pussy hole. He couldn't stop the spastic fucking, and her pussy was spilling over, caking his penis with come. It was a much better fuck now because he was fucking in his own come and swimming in a sea of unearthly sensation.
Looking down at her slender waist and seeing how her hips curved so beautifully made him realized just how fragile the female was. She was soft to touch now that her pussy was boiling and sensitized. He touched her with a finger and she trembled and moaned. He brushed lightly down the sides of her arms, tenderly, knowing that his dick was making her feel wonderful. She was overly ripe, and her whole sumptuous body looked ready to pop, having no other way to set that explosion off but through her tiny pussy hole.
He gave her a good hard fuck and it rippled her back and made her snap her head! It was what she wanted and she encouraged him by reaching back and pulling his body closer. He fucked her more aggressively, thinking only of himself now. It was so funky that he needed something to steady himself so he grabbed her ass and churned the flesh. He gave her rapid strokes while she rolled her pussy. He went so fast that she froze and waited until he busted his nuts or ran out of gas.
He remembered the times when she was an out-and-out bitch. He fucked her for being a bitch with punishing jabs deep to her backbone. He held back to see how she was taking it, thinking he was acting a bit too much like a wild animal. Then he saw how she rolled her head and laughed joyously to herself, waiting for him to give her more of the same. She seemed to be telling him that she had waited a long, long time for a man who had the guts to get deep down in her cunt and beat out the demons that had made her so bitchy. Even with the five-minute burst of hard fucking, she was already feeling better about herself. Self-hatred had disappeared with each straight jab to the cervix!
He was a young boy, and there would be times when she would have to be direct with him. He had paused too long and that could give him too much time to think. "Don't stop, Steven, I like it this way...." She wiggled her ass and fucked back at his dickshaft.
The times when she had been compassionate with him flashed in his mind; he slowed his fucking and stroked more slowly, like a bow sweeping a violin. He barely moved his meat until he could feel her snatch throbbing in time with his heartbeat. He tightened his dickstring and teased to see how in tune her senses were. He stopped and waited. She contracted her walls as if to give him the ready signal; she understood what he was doing. She appreciated a man who could be this sensitive inside her cunt tunnel. A big cock was not worth shit if he could not work magic with it. They milked their fucking until they were exhausted by the sheer thrill of it.
They changed positions and she sat on his dick. She caressed his body while haunching her tail high enough that the pussy held only an inch of his dick. She gazed down at his face to see how good her pussy was to him; his face was screwed up in passion-and he was still red-hot. She gave him a fuck to the right, and he rolled his head. She came straight down on the cock and stopped-circled and sucked her cunt hole almost off his rod, but not disconnecting.
She rocked from side to side, letting his full erection slide up into her belly. She measured it to see how much she could take if he got carried away. Sitting on top of his cock she could fuck as she liked. It felt best to her when the hard cock, was strong and deep. She leaned forward on both arms and let her cunt do the fucking. She humped down on his fuckmeat violently-grunting, swinging her head-harder and harder she drove her cunt down on his cock. It was so good to him that he fucked back, bucking straight up, and shu rolled and pitched.
They stood up and he came behind her and rubbed his wet cock over her sweaty ass. He took a moment to stick it in her asshole, just to see if she was testy or not. She wiggled down on his cock without any prompting. He would not fuck he; this way, not now; he wanted to pile drive for awhile. She had told him to fuck and shoot his best shot, to do the things he enjoyed doing to a freak like her. She put one foot up on the cushion of the love-seat and bent over.
The horny expression on her face anticipating the length of his long long cock was so erotic that it made him shoot off. The come spurted over her asscheeks and dribbled down the sides of her ass. She was not sure what it was that she felt-not believing that he would go off again so quick. But when the warmth of the come made her shudder, she realized what had happened. She became more excited and looked back at him to see if it was over. His monster-sized cock was just waving and getting ready for another charge.
His big cock slipped into some of the hottest and best asshole imaginable. There was slight pain for her, but she was too lost in the goodness of stinging-hot cock.
"Well," he said after they had fucked out, " ... I guess I better look for employment to support the two of us."
"Oh Steven, I know we can make it."
"I'm not so sure. My father won't give me a dime after this."
"Don't worry, darling. I managed to put a little aside. I have over two hundred thousand dollars in a trust fund. We should do quite nicely on that until you can finish college. By that time you will be old enough to attain your inheritance."
"Far out. Then the only thing we have to worry about is how often we should fuck."
"And if there's any fucking-it will be for our benefit alone."
