Murray Edwards was about to get his first piece of ass and it was with twenty-year-old Patricia Brower, while her husband was at the office. The big event was taking place in the afternoon, after school was out. Patricia had been married one year, two months and three weeks, and here she was, snuggled up on the couch with young Murray whom she absolutely adored.
There wasn't a boy in high school who wouldn't have traded places with him, had they known what a good thing he had going for himself. But that was just it, nobody did know. And he and Patricia were determined to keep it that way. No one even suspected that Patricia encouraged him to do naughty things with her, until now they were on the couch together with their arms around each other, about to take that final step from which there was no turning back.
Patricia was a gorgeous-looking young woman On each of her trips through the supermarket wearing her short shorts and her flimsy halter, she caused pricks all around to rise stiffly to attention There wasn't a healthy normal male in the whole town, young or old, who didn't want to fuck her.
Murray wanted to fuck her so bad Patricia couldn't help but notice it. Then she realized she wanted that as much as he did. That's when she let him know it was there for him if he wanted to go after it. And if he wasn't too sure as to how to go about it, she would certainly show him everything he needed to know to get started. She had no doubts that once he got going, he would figure everything else out for himself.
It wasn't long until the two of them were just about climbing all over one another. Of course she was trying her best not to come on too strong. She didn't want to frighten him or anything like that She wanted him to think it was mostly his idea. But much to her relief she found that darling Murray wasn't about to run away. In fact, he appeared very eager to learn, so the first thing she did was to teach him how to kiss, with their mouths open and their tongues touching, which aroused both of them to a fever pitch.
She had her arms wrapped about him and encouraged him to do the same with her. Murray was thrilled that she didn't object to him moving his hands all around, all over her full round boobs and back and forth over the shapely cheeks of her ass.
Patricia invited him to undo her halter, which he quickly did, though his hands were trembling so much she had to help him. Then those luscious mounds of soft warm tittie flesh were bare for him to gaze upon. He gaped at them with his eyes popping out of his head and his mouth hanging open. Patricia extended another invitation-for him to kiss and lick them. He dived onto them and ran his lips and tongue all over them, then sucked on her stiffening nipples like a baby past its feeding time.
While he feasted on her boobs, Patricia's hands were all over his bare back and masculine young chest. All he had on were his cutoffs. She let him suck on her tits until both her temperature and his soared. Then she said to Murray in a throaty aroused voice:
"Take off those cutoffs, Murray. There's something awfully big inside there that I want you to show me."
He kicked off his shoes and yanked off his socks, then quickly pushed down his cutoffs and his undershorts along with them. As he pulled his feet free of the garments, Patricia gazed adoringly at his big long hard cock. Sticking up in the air like it was, it thrilled her beyond words. It thrilled Murray even more as he stood there, when Patricia sank to her knees in front of him. With one hand on his butt and the other on his balls, her warm loving mouth engulfed the head of his dick.
Up to now Murray had no experience with girls. Suddenly with Patricia he seemed to be able to do anything he wanted to do, and he couldn't understand what had brought about the change. Maybe he had been looking for pussy in the wrong places, wasting his time with the girls he went to school with, most of them virgins. Maybe he should have been going after attractive married women like Patricia here, when their husbands weren't around. But never in his wildest dreams did he ever imagine that young Mrs. Wallace Brower-Patricia-would behave like this when they were in the house together alone. Would other married women act like that, too? What a wonderful possibility, he thought.
Then there was no more time for idle speculation. Before he knew it, his hot liquid charge was spurting into Patricia's mouth and he couldn't believe the wild intense sensations that were shooting all through him. Patricia was swallowing it all as it gushed into her mouth and she was still sucking him. His knees wobbled and he thought for a moment he might collapse.
But he didn't. And his pecker didn't go limp. Patricia saw to that. She continued kissing and licking it until she was certain it was going to remain like a bar of steel. Then she got to her feet, put her arms about his neck and kissed him full on the mouth, smearing his own juices from her face onto his.
With her lips close to his, she said, "Take down my shorts and my panties, you handsome young stud!"
He undid the zipper on the side and shoved her shorts along with her panties down to her knees. They fell to her ankles and she stepped out of them. One hand then moved down from around his neck, seized his cock and rubbed the head of it along the warm wet lips of her pussy.
Murray was about to act instinctively, to get her down on top the thick carpeting, climb on top of her and shove it into her. But she stopped him.
"Not just yet," she said with a loving smile.
Moving back from him, she sat down on the couch, slid her ass to the edge and spread her legs open. Gazing up at him with a lewd smile, she said, "Now you do me."
He dropped to his knees between her legs, unsure now of what to do. But Patricia knew. With both hands she grabbed hold of his head and pulled his face in close to her snatch.
"That's it, my love. Put your mouth on it and give it a kiss. Then start licking it. Once you taste it you'll love it. You'll want your head between my legs all the time. You'll remember this day, when you got your first taste of pussy, for as long as you live."
Murray didn't doubt her word in the least. He was sure he'd found heaven at last, or at the very least that he was dreaming. This was a lot better than when he was in the bathroom, jerking off He'd never been this close to a pussy before though he wanted to be often enough. He'd seen a few from a distance, mostly his mother's.
He had sneaked up to his mother's bedroom door every chance he got, and watched her while she was undressing, or getting out of her nightie to put her clothes on. He watched her through the open bathroom door too, when she was getting into the shower, or drying herself off after she came out of it. He watched her numerous times, so often in fact that he soon got the weird idea that his beautiful mother knew full well he was gazing at her and it thrilled her to have him looking at her when she was naked.
That made him bolder and he was almost to the point of asking his sexy mother if he could sleep with her at night. But before he could find the courage, his mother, a divorcee for the past several months, informed him she was getting married again.
A honeymoon was no place for a teenage boy. And besides, he had to go to school every day, so he came to live with Patricia and Wallace, for the month that his mother was away.
Then no sooner did he move in than this thing between him and Patricia began. It started with them hugging and kissing each other as soon as he got home from school in the afternoon. The kisses became more and more passionate. She didn't mind when his hand moved over her nicely formed tits and all over her sexy looking ass. Things got hotter and hotter between them, until now he was on his knees in front of her, with his head between her legs, and his mouth on her pussy.
So many times he had wished he could get his face up close to his mother's cunt, like it was close now to Patricia's. Maybe that was why he attacked Patricia's snatch so boldly with his lips and tongue. Patricia's beautiful cunt looked very much like his mother's.
Patricia kept him between her legs, eating her pussy for close to an hour. Not that Murray had to be kept there. He wouldn't have come out from between her satiny smooth thighs, if someone had tried to drag him out by his heels. In fact, with his hands holding her tightly by the cheeks of her bare ass, he gave every indication he was going to stay there forever. Or at least until he heard Wallace's care pull into the driveway.
But he was there for an hour, which was more than enough time for Patricia to be convinced her darling Murray was a natural born pussy hound. When she finally pulled his head out from between her thighs, he had put her through so many orgasms she had lost count.
She was thrilled with what he had done for her, so much so that to show her appreciation, she sprawled out on the couch and reached her arms out to him. When he climbed over her, she grabbed hold of his cock and guided it to her pussy. Then as he settled onto her, she let out a squeal of delight as she felt it pushing its way into her.
"Oh God," she moaned happily. "For a kid, you're really well-hung." She looked up at him with a lewd smile, she added, "This is your first time, isn't it?"
Too excited to answer, he nodded his head vigorously.
"I knew it was. What a lucky day for both of us. A boy never forgets his first piece of ass, same as he never forgets the first time he ate pussy. Do you know that? You'll remember this day you fucked me for as long as you live. And I'm going to see to it that you do, you horny young devil!"
She wrapped her legs about him as she felt the head of his cock push its way in past the tender moist lips of her cunt. She made soft cooing sounds as he went in deeper.
"Wallace is working late tonight," she said excitedly. "He won't be home until after nine. We have a lot of time to be alone together. All the time I need to make it so good for you that when you mother gets back from her honeymoon, you'll tell her you don't want to live with her and her new husband and you want to stay here with me." Then she added with a little chuckle, "and Wallace, of course."
Patricia's ass bounced around on the couch as he pushed into her deeper and deeper. He drilled her cunt repeatedly with his lustful stabs and she loved it. She encouraged him all she could, not that he needed it. He was doing just fine. Already she was beginning to think he was a natural born fucker, as well as a natural born pussy-eater. He was just plain all around terrific. And this was his first time, too. She climaxed, just to show him how good he was making it for her. Then she got carried away and climaxed three more times, and following another as her young lover pounded into her cunt with long deep strokes. His face was on one of her tits, his mouth sucking her nipple, while he humped her for all he was worth.
He shot off his load, a real gusher that flooded her twat. She shrieked and squealed and cried out, and climaxed again right along with him. To her breathless delight she found he wasn't even going to slow down, nor was his cock going to go limp. He fucked her a second time and then a third, before he collapsed on top of her, his chest flattening her full round fleshy tits. Patricia was so pleased with him, she couldn't find the words to express herself.
"Lie here beside me, darling, and rest," she said softly in his ear. "Then after we've caught our breath, we'll go upstairs and get into bed." She giggled and added, "We'll get into your bed. I put fresh sheets on our bed last night and if I have to change them again because they have wet come spots all over them, Wallace might wonder why I'm putting fresh sheets on the bed two nights in a row. Of course he'd never suspect I was doing anything naughty with you. But I don't want to take chances. I don't want him suspecting me at all."
Murray grinned at the lewd and erotic thoughts he was having. Maybe there was a big advantage to being just a kid. He might be able to fuck all the married women he wanted to, and their husbands would never suspect him. Certainly no one would ever make Wallace believe he was fucking Patricia.
She interrupted his thoughts with a happy little chuckle. "You really shot a load into me. I can feel it oozing out and running down my thigh."
She snuggled up in his arms with her head nestled in his shoulder. Murray lay quietly with one hand on her cunt and the other one on her sweet shapely ass. He was very pleased with himself. He was very pleased with her. He was in fact, thrilled out of his mind. He'd just had his first piece of ass and it was better, far better than he'd ever imagined it would be. It was the greatest thing that was ever invented. He was glad he got started when he did. It would be terrible to miss out on anything that good until years later, when he was older.
Then the impact of what he had done, clouded his thoughts. My God, he pondered. Had he really done such a thing. With Patricia? With Patricia of all people! Yes, he couldn't deny it was true. He had actually done it.
He had fucked his own sister!
CHAPTER TWO
Interesting and eventful things happened to Murray after he got his first piece of ass from his sister Patricia. Some of them were to be expected, like the fact he was not getting all the pussy any man could possibly wish for. Patricia loved having her brother between her legs, from the time he got home from school, until she heard her husband's car pull into the driveway two hours later. It delighted her that her brother was so wild about her cunt and because of that, it was hardly ever idle. When his mouth wasn't on it, his prick was in it.
Of course such a heavenly situation couldn't last. His mother got back from her honeymoon and told her son to come home and see the big beautiful home her wealthy husband had moved them into. When Murray didn't go, his mother persisted. She insisted he'd stayed with his sister long enough and to come back home to his mother, where he belonged. He had no choice but to go. To continue to stay, in spite of her demands that he come home, would start his mother-and his sister's husband-wondering what the big attraction was that he didn't want to leave his sister. Finally his sister told him he'd better go, before her husband became suspicious.
So he moved in with his mother and her new husband, who was away on business much of the time. He and his beautiful mother were alone quite a lot and it wasn't long until they came to an understanding-the same kind of understanding he'd had with his sister.
Irene stood tall, her back straight, with perfect posture as she watched her handsome young son Murray come along the hall to her bedroom. Her arms were folded across her lush boobs as she was out-lined in the doorway. Her blonde hair hung in soft waves about her shoulders. Her clear blue eyes were warm and inviting.
She was tall, athletic. She played tennis and did a lot of swimming with her son in their huge backyard pool. Her voluptuous body was strong, supple and filled with potential energy. Everything about her was sensuous.
A simple, though elegant and expensive dress hugged her inviting curves. Her tits were lust enticing mounds of flesh which thrust against the thin fabric.
Irene was in superb physical condition. She felt it was necessary to keep fit. Otherwise her abundant full round boobs and her gorgeous ass might sag to softness. She had met the challenge well. Despite their fullness and weight, her titties were firm and sagged very little. Her sexy looking ass stuck out provocatively and it delighted her that the mere sight of it was all it took to stiffen her son's pecker.
Added to that was the fact her lightly tanned skin was smooth and flawless. Irene didn't look anywhere near her age, which was thirty-nine. Strangers would never guess she was the mother of a teenage boy and a twenty-one-year-old married daughter. Her son told her numerous times a woman half her age would be proud to have such a fine, firm and sensuously attractive body.
Irene leaned against the doorframe with elaborate casualness. She stood on one leg, bending the other at the knee. On her feet were expensive shoes with pointed toes and high heels. The heels accented the contours of her lovely legs, and the shapeliness of her ass.
The mansion in which she lived now with her new husband was huge, complex and the pride of the well kept neighborhood in which it stood. The master bedroom which she shared with her husband Stanley, was located down the hall from the central staircase. She felt she belonged to this two-hundred-year-old house more than her husband did. It's spirit had seeped into her, permeated her, in the short time she had lived there. She was part of it.
Farther down the hall her handsome son came toward her. Irene's hot blood stirred within her as he approached.
"Did any of the servants see you come upstairs?" she asked in a low voice, as though someone might overhear her.
"No, but what if they did?" he asked, grinning at her. "There's nothing wrong with a guy and his mother being alone together upstairs."
She smiled at him and chuckled softly. "They might think there was, when mother and son are in her bedroom most of the day-with the door closed."
His mother had his full attention. It was obvious from the way he looked at her, that he lusted for her. And the bulge in the front of his pants, too-the way the material poked out in the front like a tent-was a clear indication a guy could have a hot desire for his own mother. Irene glanced at the bulge and smiled.
She curled her finger in a beckoning gesture as she stepped back into the room. She did not look back to see if her son was behind her. She knew damned well he was. When she did turn, he was in the doorway, barely suppressed excitement showing on his handsome face.
Looking at him with a lewd smile, she said, "You want to spend the day being good to your mother, like you did yesterday, and the day before that?"
She stepped aside, permitting her son to enter her bedroom. She stuck her head out in the hall, making certain it was empty and no one had seen her son enter. She closed the door and the lock clicked into place as she turned to her son who waited in the center of the room.
It was an eccentric room that might not have appealed to some, but it did to Irene. It had warmth and coseyness, in spite of its size. It was spacious with a high ceiling. One of the outstanding furnishings was the large four-posted bed, dating back one hundred eighty years. Often as Irene lay on it, she wondered how many other women through the years had been fucked there, not only by their husbands but by their teenage sons. Surely, she considered, she wasn't the only woman to have her son get into bed with her with the intention of screwing her, when her husband wasn't around.
Lewd thoughts filled her mind as she gazed at her son. God, after the numerous times she'd had him between her legs, shoving his long hard prick into her cunt, he still called her Mom, as though there had never once been anything naughty going on between them. Her son was a smart young devil. He had a good thing going with her and he knew it, and he wasn't about to louse it up by forgetting she was his mother. That pleased her. It made her feel she didn't have to worry about him. Her son could play it dumb and knew how to keep his mouth shut.
"I want you real bad, Mom," said Murray, keeping his tongue subdued and respectful, though eagerness crackled in it. "I want you so bad, it hurts."
Irene gave him a lewd smile. "Well then, Mother will just have to see what she can do to make that hurt go away."
She reached out her arms to embrace him. He pressed his body against hers and brought his face forward to be kissed. She obliged him. Her tongue thrust into his mouth, probing, tasting, exploring and enjoying.
She ground her mouth against her son's as he ardently returned her kisses. There was a warmth in his encircling arms as he hugged her to him. He had his hands against her back, feeling her body through the thin fabric of her dress. She sighed as he moved his hands to her sexy ass. She knew how he liked the feel of her rear end, that he considered it one of her many appealing and alluring features. He fondled her lushly curved rear end, her buns quivering to his touch. He squeezed each of her asscheeks like a shopper checking a melon for its firmness.
He made it obvious that her backside passed all tests, as she knew it would. She could tell her son wanted to see it naked, along with the rest of her, like he did every day they were alone together. She broke off the kiss, gently disengaging from him.
Her nipples were tingling, stiffening, and her tits felt highly sensitized as she held him at arm's length and chuckled, "Well, you know by now what Mother likes when we're along like this. She likes to see her darling naked. So get undressed!"
Quickly he got out of his clothes. His cock was standing proudly erect, long, huge and solid as a bone. As often as she had seen it, she never failed to get a thrill out of looking at it. She reached behind her to undo her dress, but Murray stopped her.
"Let me do that for you, Mom," he said.
She was only too happy to let him. She turned so that her back was to him. He undid the hook at the back of her dress, then ran the zipper all the way down her back to her panties. She wore a skimpy white bra, its back strap stretched taut across the velvety soft flesh of her smooth upper back. He eased the garment off her shoulders and down to her ankles so she could step out of it. Her full round mouth-watering boobs strained against the lacy fabric of her bra.
He reached around to his mother's front to fondle her tits. His stiffly erect cock pressed against the crack of her ass.
She sighed. "This is very exciting, darling. You make Mother feel we're both being very wicked."
"You like me feeling your tits, don't you, Mom?" he said.
"You know I do," she chuckled. "Do you like my bra? It's very revealing, isn't it? I bought it to wear especially for you."
He pressed his lips against the smooth skin of his mother's bare shoulder, kissing it. "I like it very much. You're very thoughtful, to display your titties like that, just for me."
She laughed softly. "Nothing is too good for my son, you secret lover. Which I'm going to show you as soon as I get you onto that bed with me."
Kicking off her shoes, she let him remove her garter belt and her nylons. That was another thing she did to please him. She never wore panty hose, which he detested. He liked to see her in regular hose and a garter belt, liked to see and feel her bare flesh above her stocking tops.
With trembling fingers he took away her bra and tossed it aside, then stared ravenously at her naked jiggling boobs, as if he were seeing them for the first time, as if he hadn't already sucked on them day after day when they were alone together.
He proceeded to devour them again and while he did so, his mother seized the big hard cock and played with it. He dropped to his knees in front of her, but before he could tug down her panties, she said, "Kiss me down there, through my panties."
He looked up at her and grinned, then kissed her several times on her panty-covered pussy.
"Mmmm, that's nice. You have the right place, you bad boy. Now take off my panties and kiss me there some more."
As her son eased her panties down, her furiously beating heart pumped blood through her veins so that it raced, making her feel almost lightheaded and intoxicated. She looked down at her panties, at her son sliding them down to her knees, then to her ankles so she could lift her feet out of them. She the experienced woman, his mother, in control of her emotions, did her best to keep her face calm and composed. But it wasn't working, not when her son pressed his mouth onto her cunt, held her by both cheeks of her bare ass and gave her a long, loving, tongue-licking kiss on that intimate place between her legs. God, whenever he did that to her, it felt so good she nearly went out of her mind.
"Oh you bad boy!" she giggled excitedly, standing with her legs apart and clutching at his head, pulling him in tighter to her snatch. "What would my new husband say, if he knew you were doing this to me? Oh if he could only see us now, both of us naked and you eating your mother's pussy!"
Irene wasn't at all worried about her husband, she knew he didn't have the slightest suspicion she was letting her son screw her during the day, while he was at the office. Or that her son was sleeping with her on the nights when he was out of town on business.
She wasn't that certain though about Katy the cook and Marie the maid. By now they probably knew damned well her son was slipping upstairs and into her bedroom, then getting into bed with her and screwing her throughout the day, every day. They must have heard her whenever she let out a shrill scream, from her son fucking her into an intense orgasm that made her feel so good, she didn't give a damn who heard her.
It didn't bother her that they undoubtedly knew. They wouldn't tell on her. The maid-Marie-was Katy's teenager daughter and as hot cunted as her mother was. Neither of them was the type to get bent out of shape about a young man screwing his mother. If anything, each was probably wishing Murray would give her a chance at his fabulous pecker-if he hadn't already.
In any event, Katy and Marie probably felt their jobs were made more secure, because of what they knew was going on. Since the lady of the house had a mother/son relationship that included her letting her son have her pussy whenever he wanted it, Irene wouldn't be so quick to fire her cook and her maid, for whatever reason, if they knew all about it.
Then before Irene realized it, she had no time to think such lewd thoughts. All she could think of then was how fabulous it was to have her son's tongue on her cunt driving her crazy. Suddenly she tingled all over. Her muscles quivered and her legs became shaky. She sailed into an orgasm that had her squealing with delight. And her son didn't quit. He went on kissing, licking, sucking and slurping, until he brought her off a second time, and again after that.
by then Irene wasn't sure she could stay on her feet. Panting and gasping for breath, she pulled her son's head away from her cunt and he stood up. His arms went about her and he kissed her, smearing her pussy juices that were on his face, all over hers.
"Your'e right at home with your head between your mother's legs, aren't you?" she teased, when their lips finally parted.
"That's where I started out in life," he said, grinning at her. "And I'm the kind of guy who doesn't like to wander too far away from home."
"Smartass," she said sternly. "Go over there and get on the bed."
Quickly he went to the bed and pulled down the sheet and cover. He stretched out on his back with his legs apart, letting his mother get a good look at his cock and his big hairy balls.
Irene crossed the room, her tits jiggling, her asscheeks swaying to and fro. At the side of the bed she gazed down at her son.
"Excite me, Murray," she said, her eyes dancing with lust. "Play with your pecker. Show me how you do it when you're alone in bed at night."
He looked up at her and grinned. "I don't do that anymore, Mom. Why should I? I have something better, my mother's pussy as soon as my step-father leaves the house. But I'll show you how I used to do it, when I was alone at night."
Her son wasn't fooling her. She doubted that he was ever alone at night, while she was in bed with her husband. Not with that attractive, sexy looking cook and her hot-cunted teenage daughter up there on the third floor.
Besides Katy, there was her husband Alfred who took care of the lawn and gardens, washed and polished the cars and did other odd jobs around the mansion. Their daughter Marie, was nineteen and worked there as a maid. They lived in an apartment on the third floor. There were other servants, but they lived off the premises and went home at night.
There wasn't anything Irene didn't know about her servants, especially the ones who lived under her roof. She knew them well. Katy's husband, though he was an excellent gardener, wasn't much of a man where looking after a woman was concerned. He couldn't even begin to look after a hot and horny woman like Katy. And since Katy wasn't the kind of woman who would tolerate her pussy not being looked after, it was only logical that Irene's son would soon find out how easy it was to screw the cook, after everyone else was asleep.
Irene didn't think it -likely her son was neglecting the cook's teenage daughter either. That gorgeous looking creature had a hot pussy just like her mother. And the way she was always climbing all over Murray, when she thought no one could see them, it was obvious to Irene the girl knew what it was to have Murray's cock in her pussy.
She gazed down at Murray and wondered how this hot-blooded son of hers found energy enough to fuck her as good and as often as he did. Of course he didn't wear himself out by working. Now that school was out for the summer, all he had to worry about was taking good care of his mother. Between her legs, that is. And so far he had been doing a fantastic job of that. Irene was very pleased with her secret lover, her young and virile son.
While she stared at Murray playing with his cock, she couldn't keep her hand away from her pussy and she began playing with it. In fact she was quite forceful about it.
"Are you always that rough with yourself, Mom?" Murray asked her while he watched.
Irene laughed. "You should know by now how much your mother likes a little rough treatment, now and then."
"I'll be sure to remember," said her son.
Irene squeezed her tits so tightly the flesh turned white where she gripped it. She pushed the mounds together, then pulled them apart. Her hands roamed to her belly. She touched her pussy, then rubbed it hard and fast. Pleasure showed on her flushed face.
Her son watched her. He went on playing with his cock. In fact, he stroked it harder than ever.
His mother's pussy was an intricately folded flower of flesh between her legs. Like her nipples and her areolas, her labia were a pinkish color. Her asscheeks were round and firm. Her hips were nicely curved, lush, womanly. Her pussy looked doubly lewd, with her fingers playing in and around it.
Then she mounted the bed, mounted her son, like she was climbing into the saddle. Only she wasn't facing forward. Her head was toward her son's feet, her cunt settling down onto his face. She pulled his hands away from his cock.
"That's enough, darling. Save that kind of action for when you don't have your mother around to be nice to your prick. Now eat my pussy some more, while I suck your cock!"
She doubled her legs under her, her velvety soft thighs bracketing her son's head. Her cunt was poised over his mouth, moving onto his sucking lips. Teasingly she moved her hips until her twat was right on her son's mouth and when he began to kiss and lick it, she laughingly pulled it away.
"This is no time to be playful, Mom," he told her, giving her a sharp smack on her ass. "Bring your cunt down here so I can lick it!"
Irene's nipples were stiff. They throbbed on the tips of her boobs. She let her son have her cunt. Not that she was being generous, she wanted to feel his mouth on her twat. Her pussy lips were warm, soft and wet when they brushed her son's face. The lips of her cunt settled onto his mouth and he showed his appreciation by licking and kissing her most intimate place.
Irene was as excited as he was, though her face didn't show it. But her arousal was quite apparent from her juices oozing onto her son's probing tongue. She leaned forward, causing her twat to mash against his mouth. The next thing her son knew, she had his cock in her mouth and was sucking on it. Her tits were flattened on his firm belly. Her hands were between his legs, playing with his balls, while her mouth was stuffed with his prick.
Since Murray's head was between his mother's legs, he couldn't see her face. He couldn't know that her expression of cool, calm composure had disappeared. What was on her face now, as her head bobbed up and down over his throbbing tool, was one of hot and excited lust. She sucked on her son's prick like a little girl with a lollipop, who had to devour it in a hurry before someone took it away from her.
While she sucked on his dick, her son lay with his arms around her, his hands holding her by the fleshy cheeks of her ass. What he was doing to her cunt had his mother feeling so good, she was making little mewling sounds while she licked and sucked on his throbbing shaft. He kissed and licked his mother's pussy to his heart's content, lapping up her warm juices as the cuntal nectar oozed from her twat.
Irene loved sixty-nining with her son. He was so good at oral sex he could drive her right up the wall. For the next several minutes it was like she was trying to drown him in her juices, but her son knew how to handle it. He swallowed it up as it came into his mouth, then sent his tongue up into her cuntal slit for more. Irene was jerking and twitching her way through one orgasm after another. She was bouncing her ass around so much, her son had to keep a firm grip on her ass, to prevent her from rolling off of him. He held her there with her twat pressed tightly onto his face and he went on eating her, while he was shooting off his load into her mouth.
She had to swallow as fast as she could to keep ahead of it and she managed that quite nicely, for when it came to sucking cock, the one thing she didn't need was lessons on how to do it.
Her first time, years ago, was when she took her brother's prick in her mouth and did such a good job sucking on it, he kept coming back for more. Then she gave her Uncle Bill a blow job every time he came for a visit. While she was in high school, sucking cock was her favorite pastime. She perfected her technique through four years of college. She had no way of keeping track of how many men she sucked off during the years she was married to her first husband. Now she was sucking her son's pecker and as far as she was concerned, it was the best one of all.
Her son was getting the benefit of her expertise and he loved it. But he was just as determined to show her, as he had numerous times before, he wasn't any amateur when it came to eating pussy. He and his mother were well matched. They kissed, licked and sucked each other's sexual parts until she had blown him four times and he had her squealing her way through more orgasms than she was able to count.
Then with his cock stuffed in his mother's cunt, his juices spurting down her throat, Murray went at her cunt with a vengeance. He had saved the very best of his expertise until the last. His mother shuddered as she came again. Heat flared in her pussy. Sensations of ecstasy shot all through her. She shook like a leaf in a high wind. Her body was rigid. Her twat quivered as she pressed it firmly onto her son's mouth and gave him another serving of her cuntal honey.
In the throes of her climax she whipped her head from side to side and a choking cry came from her mouth stuffed with her son's pecker. She sobbed for breath.
Finally she rolled off him and flopped down on the bed beside him. She lay there panting, her lovely legs quivering. She clutched at her belly.
In time the convulsive force of her last orgasm faded, replaced by the soothing afterglow which caused every nerve ending to tingle with pleasure.
Murray cuddled her in his arms, and after a while his mother said, "Do you know what I think about when I'm lying here in bed with my husband?"
"No. Tell me," said Murray.
"I think about what it was like lying here in bed most of the day with my son," she chuckled.
Murray grinned at her. Then he climbed on top of her. "Now that I've got you in the mood for it, I'm going to fuck you!"
His mother gave a playful laugh, then grabbed hold of his cock and guided it into her pussy. "I've got news for you, my young lover. Mother was in the mood for this when I called downstairs and told you to get your ass up here."
As his weight settled onto her, his cock was already part way in her. His mother brought her legs up and wrapped them about him. Her arms entwined around his neck as she gazed into his eyes like she was sure this was what heaven must be like.
"That's it, darling," she cooed softly, her voice like soft velvet. "Oh doesn't that feel nice? I love making it with you."
Her arms about his neck held him to her, so that his chest was flattening her tits.
"Oh Mom...." Murray groaned. "It feels so good...."
"Yes, darling. Take as long as you want. All afternoon, if you like. There's nothing to worry about, my love. The door is locked and no one knows you're in here with me. The cook and maid can't see us and they won't ever know what we're doing. Now we're going to have a wonderful time together, just like we do every day while my husband is at the office."
That was the understatement of the year. Katy the cook, was downstairs in the kitchen. Her daughter Marie, was busy doing her chores as the maid and Katy's husband was outside at work on the lawn and flower gardens. And while they were doing their chores, Murray was working harder than any of them, doing what was strenuous and requiring the most skill. He was looking after his mother in her bed, making it good for her and for him.
Marie came into the kitchen and said to her mother, "The two of them are upstairs again, in her bedroom with the door closed. What do you think they're doing in there?"
Katy looked at her daughter and laughed. "As if you didn't know. They're doing the same thing they do every day when they go up to her room and close the door. They get into bed together and fuck each other silly. That young man enjoys being in bed with his mother during the day, just like he enjoys being in bed with you at night."
Marie looked at her mother for a moment, then said, "Hey now, you're a fine one to talk. He isn't in bed with me every night. And the reason he isn't, is that you sneak out of bed as soon as Dad is asleep, tippy-toe downstairs to Murray's room and get into bed with him, before he has a chance to come upstairs and get into bed with me."
While the bantering went on in the kitchen between mother and daughter, upstairs in Irene's bedroom, her son was doing a commendable job of keeping her in a state of ecstasy.
Irene never kept it a secret from her son how skilled she thought he was. She enjoyed telling him how good it felt, having his prick in her. She wriggled around, taking it deeper into her pussy, until he was pressing erotically against her pubic mound.
They kissed feverishly as he lay on top of her, his balls in the crack of her ass. The more he kissed her mouth and sucked one of her boobs, the hotter she got. She groaned and squirmed as he sucked as much of her tittie flesh as he could get, into his mouth. Her ass was wriggling all around and she tried to get him to swallow even more of her boob, by pulling his face down solidly onto it. His cock drove into her as far as he could get it, each time he slid it back and forth. Irene gasped and panted, and humped against it.
She couldn't help but moan with pleasure as her son moved his face over to her other tit and gave that nipple its share of sucking. Again she wriggled her way through an intense orgasm, then wanted more. He gave her more, a lot more. He kissed, licked and sucked on her tits while he fucked her for all he was worth. He went faster and faster, until she got off again. He tried to pull back, so he wouldn't shoot off inside her, but his mother locked her legs firmly around his ass.
"Don't pull out, darling," she gasped. "Don't worry about getting me pregnant. I'm protected. I want to feel you shoot off inside me."
Murray wasn't worried about getting his mother knocked up.
What he had in mind when he tried to pull his prick out of her, was the lewd notion that he would like to see his hot gushing charge splashing all over her belly, her tits and her face. But he had never been able to do it. Once his mother got his prick inside her, she liked the feel of it too much to let him take it away from her.
But that was all right with Murray. He hadn't really wanted to pull out of his mother's cunt anyway. It felt too good being in her. He let out a guttural cry and shot off his load that flooded her cunt.
Afterwards, they lay in each other's arms, while his mother cooed in his ear about what a fabulous lover he was and how good he was to her.
"Did you like that?" she asked, looking at him with a pleased expression on her face.
He told her as enthusiastically as he could, that he did.
"I'm going to keep you here in bed with me all day today," she told him. "I want as much of you as I can get, because my husband's relatives are coming for a visit. And while they are here, I won't have any opportunity to be alone with you."
Her son looked at her like she had dealt him a low blow. But Irene knew he wasn't all that upset about it. It wasn't like he was going to go without any pussy, not if that hot-cunted maid Marie had anything to say about it. And Marie's mother Katy, wouldn't pass up a chance to have young Murray fucking her. Her son did all right for himself, but he didn't realize his mother knew all that.
It wasn't long until she wanted her son to do it to her again and by that time, he was only too eager to oblige. He fucked her well into the afternoon. When he finally raised himself up over her, thinking he had put out her fire, he found he hadn't. From the look of lust, pleasure and exhilaration that shone in his mother's eyes, he figured he'd be screwing her right up until her husband got home from the office.
He was right about that, but that was because his mother wanted more than her pussy taken care of. He watched as she reached into the drawer of the bedside table and brought out a tube of lubricant. She smeared it all over his cock and then got onto her knees by the side of the bed with her ass sticking up in the air. Murray got onto his knees behind her, held her by her hips and for the next hour or so, he fucked his mother in the ass.
CHAPTER THREE
All through summer Murray fucked his mother at a frantic pace, several times a day, nearly every day. By the end of summer though, their lewd, outrageous and incestuous activity had slackened off considerably. His mother began to realize there were other things in life besides being screwed by her son every day. She couldn't go on indefinitely refusing her women friends when they invited her to various social activities that took place during the day. She had her social responsibilities to think of, and her standing in the community. Her presence was required at charities, cake sales, art gallery meetings and the like.
So the time came when Murray was screwing his mother only a couple of afternoons a week and she thought that was sufficient. So did Murray, because by then he was back in high school and he had the hots for his new teacher Iris.
Iris was twenty-nine, married and a very attractive redhead. It was her first year teaching at Belmont High and because of her good looks and sexy body, she knew from past experience at other schools, she could expect problems with the teenage boys.
So she was prepared for it. She kept the boys at a distance, not getting too familiar with them and maintaining an air of cool detachment. What was more, she didn't stand for any nonsense. After she sent a couple of boys in to see the principal, the others soon got the message that they were there to study, not to fondle the teacher's boobs.
The only time she let her guard down was when she was alone with Murray. There was something about that gorgeous blonde-haired boy that made her heart melt and her pussy itch. When they looked at each other it was like a current of electricity passed from him to her.
He wasn't like the others. If he had any ideas about her, he didn't show them. He didn't stare at her in a crude way, as the others did, like they wanted to strip her right there in the classroom. Well, she thought, the principal would straighten those clowns up in a hurry and those who weren't there to learn, would be out of her class before they knew what happened.
Her first week in class was always a weeding out process, keeping only those who were serious students. That was how she always ended up with the highest percentage of students who graduated with high marks. She culled out the meat-heads and gave all her attention to the ones who showed promise.
Murray showed promise. He was a bright kid and eager to learn. If only she didn't have this thing about him. Each time she looked at him, especially at the way the front of his pants poked out in front-an indication that his pecker was stiffly erect-she almost wished that she wasn't married, that she was a teenager, too. Then she and Murray would drive out to some secluded place on a back road, park and do all kinds of naughty things together. The kind of things she did during her teenage years, right up until she began a respectable married woman and put all that lewd indecent behavior behind her.
The class was over for the day and when she got to her car in the parking lot, Murray was there waiting for her.
"Hi, Murray," she said pleasantly.
"Hi, Iris," he said, charming her with his smile. "Is it okay to call you Iris?"
"Yes, when there's just the two of us. When others are around, I'd prefer you call me by my married name."
"Iris, I was wondering if you'd help me out in English."
"Well, there are miracles after all," she chuckled. "A student who wants to improve himself."
"I want to go to college," he explained. "I've got good marks in everything but English. The teacher before you-well, she just couldn't' seem to get through to me."
What Murray meant, but didn't tell her, was that the teacher she replaced was an old bag who had the hots for him. The fact that her husband was strong as an ox, built like a tank and mean as a nest of hornets-wouldn't have stopped him if he'd really wanted to make it with her. What made him shy away was that he found her to be so unpleasant he wouldn't have fucked her if he could have used someone else's cock with which to do it.
"High marks in all subjects would be quite an asset," Iris agreed.
"Maybe if you could spare the time to coach me, after class ... after the other have left-"
"We'll start tomorrow, right after the class room is empty," she said. "I'll give you some tests to see what you're weak in, and we'll work on that."
"I sure appreciate it, Iris," Murray told her.
She got into her car and on the way home, all she could think about was Murray. It disturbed her that the crotch of her panties became wet with her pussy juices, just while she had been standing there talking to him. It was like she couldn't look at him without thinking about sex. Murray and sex seemed to be interwoven, like one was a part of the other, and both involved her. She would have to get those kind of thoughts out of her mind, she told herself.
What Murray asked for and what she agreed to, was quite innocent. But it could be dangerous. In this small town, tongues could soon be wagging about her keeping him in after school, so that the two of them were alone together for an extended period of time. But nevertheless, he asked for help and she was going to give it to him.
The next afternoon with the others gone, Murray was ready and eager for extra coaching. Iris assured him she'd do everything in her power to help him, then she decided to make one thing quite clear.
"My only reason for being here alone with you is to help you, Murray. I want you to be an "A" student and I'll do everything I know how to bring that about."
As Murray moved to her desk to pick up the papers she had for him, he couldn't take his eyes off her tantalizing boobs. When she saw him staring at them, she felt her heart begin to pound rapidly. Then glancing at his crotch she saw he had an obvious erection. It was pushing his pants way out in front.
"Murray," she said with a quiver in her voice, "if you will sit over there, we'll begin."
It shouldn't have shocked her all that much, that the boy had a hard-on and was fascinated with her tits, she told herself. She realized how men had always reacted, in regard to her body. There was never a shortage of men who found her attractive and wanted to do something about it. There were even those who made no attempt to hide the fact they wanted to fuck her, when her husband wasn't around. However, it stunned her that Murray could get this turned on over her.
"Now we'll begin," she said, "and I do wish you'd look someplace other than at my legs."
"I can't help it, Iris," he told her. "I know I'm supposed to be paying attention to this subject, but I can't get my mind off of you."
"Murray," she said. "Don't you think you're being impudent?"
While she looked at his handsome features, he flashed her a knowing grin, glanced down at the bulge in the front of his pants, then at her crotch and the meaning was obvious. She knew he was telling her he wanted to fuck her.
What shocked her was that instead of getting angry, she felt herself becoming hot and horny.
"Iris," he said. "Wouldn't it be better if you coached me at your place?"
"What do you mean, Murray?"
"I think we could do better if we weren't interrupted. The janitor will be coming in any minute to clean up the place and we can't do anything with him in here banging around. And then too, the principal is sure to come nosing around. You know how he is about a teacher and a guy being alone together. What'll he think?"
"My, there's all kinds of things keeping your mind off your English lessons, aren't there?" she said. Then she thought for a moment and she added. "You may be right. Our intentions are the best. I want to teach you and you want to learn, but we have no control over how some people think. I can just imagine what that janitor will put together in that filthy mind of his. And he does like to talk."
"So how about it?" Murray asked. "Well, my apartment is less than a ten minute walk from here. My husband doesn't get home until after six. That gives us over two hours in which we won't be interrupted by anyone, while you are studying."
"Sounds great," said Murray. For a moment she hesitated. But there was something about Murray that was so appealing to her, she thought it would be exciting just to have him there in the apartment, alone with her. It bothered her that the way he looked at her caused her to have lewd and sexy thoughts about him, but she knew she could control her emotions. And she was certain that Murray would be a perfect gentleman while he was there, and she wouldn't have to worry about him not behaving himself.
"All right," she said pleasantly. "We'll do it. But don't mention this to anyone. You know how these kids like to talk. And they have pretty wild imaginations."
"Yeah. All they think about and talk about is sex," said Murray, grinning at her.
In the parking lot she got into her car and said to Murray as he stood by the driver's window, "I'm sorry I can't give you a lift, but the principal no doubt is watching from his window and he'd wonder what we were up to, if he saw us drive off together. You can walk it easy in ten minutes and I'll be waiting for you."
As soon as iris was in her apartment she did a strange thing, considering the fact she kept telling herself that she and Murray being alone together for the next two hours or more, was all quite innocent. Maybe she didn't realize the hidden significance of what she was doing, but she went into the bathroom, took off her panties and gave her cunt and the crack of her ass a good wash. Then after drying herself, she went into the bedroom, put on a fresh pair of panties and no sooner had she smoothed down her dress than the doorbell rang.
Murray didn't dawdle along the way. When he trotted up to her apartment building, then entered and hurried along the second floor hall, less than seven minutes had elapsed since Iris left him in the parking lot back at the school. He knocked gently on her door and she opened it, immediately, like she'd been standing on the other side of it waiting for him.
"Hi, Iris," he said, grinning at her.
She smiled back at him and told him to come in. When they were sitting on the couch together and she was going over his work with him, she couldn't help but notice his eyes never left her tits.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked. She said it with a smile, making him feel at ease.
He went right on looking at her and admitted, "I can't take my eyes off you. I really enjoy looking at those beautiful boobs of yours."
"Murray," she said. "You mustn't talk to me like that."
"But it's the truth, Iris," he insisted. "You have the most gorgeous tits of any woman I know."
She chuckled nervously. "How do you know? You can't see them with my dress covering them."
"I can imagine what I can't see," he assured her.
"Murray," she said, "did you come over here to study, or to gaze at my boobs?"
"Can't I do both?" he asked, grinning at her.
She let out a deep sigh, then with a little chuckle, she said, "Sure. Why not? Look at them all you want to."
But that didn't satisfy her for long. He was so hot for her, and so encouraged at how well things were going, he just knew he could go even farther.
"You know, Iris," he said, "I'd love to see you without your clothes on."
Iris gasped. "Well! Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not about to take my clothes off for you."
"Just let me see your tits then," he suggested.
"Murray! What do you want of me?" she asked her student bluntly.
Grinning at her, he said, "What I want is to see your bare tits. And I want to see your naked thighs. Then I want to look at your pussy. That must be a really beautiful place."
She couldn't hide the fact he was getting her upset by the way he was talking.
"Murray, please don't talk to me like that," she complained.
"But you're so lovely, Iris," he insisted. "I want so much to see you naked. I'll gladly take my clothes off and let you look at me. There's nothing wrong with the two of us taking off our clothes."
"Maybe not," she said, "but what will people think? It's considered immoral for a teacher to even talk like this to her student."
"People aren't going to think anything, because they won't know anything about it," he told her. "We're alone here, just you and me. We can do anything we want to, and no one will ever know."
"Well anyway, besides being your teacher, I'm a married woman."
"That doesn't matter either," he replied. "Your husband will never know that we took our clothes off to look at each other."
"And besides that, you're only a boy, a teenager," she said.
"Yes, but I'm big for my age," he argued. "I'm as big as a lot of men. And better equipped than most. Just wait 'till you see the way I'm hung."
To prove his point, he unzipped his pants and hauled out his cock, letting it stand proudly upright for her to gaze upon.
"Look at how long it is," he told her.
In spite of herself, Iris couldn't help but marvel at the size of Murray's pecker. As she observed the helmet-shaped head, a drop of fluid formed at the small slit.
"Murray," she said, her voice husky. "You'd better leave now."
He reached for her hand and placed it on his rugged shaft. "Feel my prick first," he said.
There was no hiding the fact now that Iris was feeling hot and passionate. Never before had she ever wanted anyone as much as she wanted this well hung student of hers at that moment. She was so filled with sexual lust for him, she wouldn't have taken her hand away from his cock for anything in the world.
"Play with it," he told her.
As her hand moved up and down on his solid prick, her body was racked with a surge of urgent sexual need.
"Mmmm, that feels so good," he crooned softly. "Every day in class, this is what I thought about, my beautiful teacher playing with my prick."
"Oh what a bad boy you are," she said softly without conviction, and making no effort to take her hand away from his cock.
"Keep doing it, Iris baby," he said. "And let's kiss while you're doing it."
She didn't need to be coaxed to put her open mouth onto his, her tongue darting forth to meet his in a rousing duel of passion. The fingers of her hand-the one that wasn't playing with his prick-tangled in his blonde hair. His arms were around her, holding her close to him.
While she pulled on his pecker, Murray's hands were busy, feeling her all over. He didn't think she'd object now to him fondling her tits, so he gave them a good going over, making Iris breathe faster and moan softly. In fact, he knew full well now, he could do whatever he wanted with her and she wouldn't mind a bit. He knew all along she'd be hot to trot, once he got her in a mood for it. She pumped faster and faster on his prick, getting more and more excited.
"Oh Iris, honey," Murray exclaimed between hot and passionate kisses. "If only you'd take off your clothes and let me feel you naked, while you're playing with my prick!"
At that point Iris was willing to do anything her favorite student suggested. She got to her feet, pulled her dress up over her head and laid it over the back of a nearby chair. Murray got more and more excited. When she kicked off her shoes and stood there in front of him in just her bra and panties, he was shaking with lust for her. Gripping his prick, he stroked it gently as he looked at her.
"Wow!" Murray gasped, as she pulled off her bra and tossed it onto the chair where her dress was.
"Stunning!" he exclaimed, gazing at her erect nipples on her full round jiggling tits. "Oh Iris, I can't wait to start sucking on them."
"There's more," she said, looking at him with lust dancing in her eyes.
She tugged at the elastic waistband of her panties, sliding them down past her hips and her ass to her knees. They dropped to her ankles and she stepped out of them.
"Ohhh," he groaned with delight. "Are you ever stacked. What a gorgeous body."
Iris turned around and gave him a good long look at her naked ass. Then she left the room to walk down the hall to her bedroom. Murray stripped himself naked in seconds and followed her, eager to give her what he knew now she wanted as much as he did.
He watched her pull back the sheet and cover, then get onto the bed. He climbed on with her, lay down beside her, pulled her into his arms and said, "I'm going to fuck you."
With an excited chuckle, she said, "Somehow, I think I knew all along that's what you were planning to do."
"If you knew, then you must have wanted it too, to let me come here where I'd be alone with you."
"I didn't want you doing it to me in the classroom," she explained. "The principal would be sure to walk in while we were doing it and that would be the end of my teaching career. The school authorities take a dim view of a teacher having sex with her students."
"Yeah. But the bastards wouldn't pass up any teenage pussy if they could get it without anyone knowing about it," he said.
"Even now," Iris said, "if the principal knew you had come here to my home and we were alone like this, both of us naked and in bed, he'd report it to the board. And that would be very embarrassing, since one of the members of the school board is my husband."
While Murray kissed and licked her titties all over and sucked on the nipples, all kinds of strange ideas surged through his mind.
"Will you let me slip my prick between your tits?" he asked eagerly.
"If you want to," Iris said with a light laugh.
Throwing a leg over her he straddled her and slid his cock up between her soft fleshy boobs. Taking hold of both her tits, Iris gently pressed them against his cock, forming an erotic tunnel of tender tittie flesh for his prick to fuck like it was a cunt.
"Oh baby," he gasped joyfully. "That feels good. I love a tit massage."
He went on shoving his prick back and forth between her tits, until iris was so hot and excited she wanted him to take his cock away from her boobs and put it where it belonged-between her legs.
"Iris, honey," he panted. "Lick my balls for me.
Moving forward, he shoved his prick up past her tits and swung his big hairy balls over her face. He lowered them onto her mouth and Iris began kissing them and then licking them. The tingling sensations that traveled up and down Murray's spine while she did it, nearly drove him wild.
"Oh baby," he gasped. "I sure do like that. My teacher licking my balls. How about that?"
The erotic sensations that surged through him, continued. He felt as if the pleasure would be more than he could stand. Finally, she opened her mouth and let one of his balls slip in. She kept her eyes open, enjoying the sight of his long pecker as he pulled on it while she sucked his balls.
"Suck my balls, teacher," he told her. "Suck them, baby. Oh you're working me up to where you're really going to get a mouthful. Wait'll I get my prick into your mouth."
She knew that was what he had in mind all along. He wanted to get his prick into her mouth so she could suck him off. Well, why not, since they had come this far.
But even though she was beside herself with delight at being subjected to this, she wondered what the outcome of it would be. After all, she knew that what they were doing wasn't right.
Not only was she a high school teacher, making it with one of her students, she was a married woman, having an affair while her husband was at work.
"I'm going to put my prick in your mouth, so you can suck it," Murray told her. "I'm going to spill my come down your throat. I'm going to mouth-fuck you and you're going to love it."
She could tell he was a kid who lived for kicks, and she suspected he got an even bigger thrill out of it because she was a married woman. Yet she was only too eager to please him.
Iris never dreamed she would ever do anything this wild, this crazy. And with a teenage kid, one of her students, to make it worse. Or maybe better, depending on one's viewpoint. But the fact was she was discovering a whole new world of sexual pleasure. This wasn't the usual-go to bed with your husband, have a quick ordinary fuck and go to sleep-kind of thing which she was accustomed to, and kind of bored with. My God, here she was in bed with one of her students, and her licking his balls, no less.
He pulled his balls away from her mouth and brought the swollen head of his prick to her lips. Iris took it into her mouth without having to be coaxed, knowing it wouldn't be but a minute or so until she was swallowing his gushing charge of cream.
"Suck me off, Iris. Eat my prick...." He thrust forward, filling her mouth with his cock. "You won't gag on it, baby. You'll love it."
As she sucked his cock, she found to her delight she was fully enjoying it. Such a lewd, depraved and obscene thing for her to be doing. What if her friends could see what she was doing now? What if they knew she had a thing for one of her students? If they could see how expertly she was sucking this kid's cock, they'd sure sit up and take notice.
"Suck it for me, baby. Mmmm, that's the way," he said, moving his hips around in a lewd and erotic motion.
Rotating his hips, Murray moved his prick back forth in her mouth.
"I love mouth-fucking you, Iris," he told her. "This is great. Of all the guys at school who would love to have you sucking them off, I'm the guy you're doing it to. Just wait'll I shoot off. You never had a better load of cream than I'm gonna shoot into your mouth."
While Iris sucked, he went on pumping his prick into her mouth, until she got so excited she could hardly stand it. She grabbed hold of his ass to pull him in closer. She wanted to be smothered with his prick.
"Suck me, baby. Eat my prick...."
He pulled back and then so she could use her tongue to please his thrusting pecker. As he continued jabbing into her mouth, he fondled and squeezed her jiggling boobs.
"Baby, you're gonna love this. I'm almost there."
As she ate his dick, she felt her heart pounding rapidly. This lewd and outrageous position she was in, sucking the prick of one of her students, shocked her but it thrilled her even more. She liked this. It was satisfying, fulfilling, having her mouth stuffed with her student's prick. This was a fringe benefit to teaching high school she had never dared try before. At lest to this extent.
Suddenly Murray had second thoughts about it. It was asking a lot of her, expecting her to swallow his gushing load of come, instead of him pulling out of her mouth and letting it shoot up against the headboard of the bed and all over the wall. He had a good thing going with his teacher now and he didn't want to alarm her by shooting off in her mouth. What if she didn't like it and was disgusted by the whole thing? It would ruin their afternoon together, and he hadn't even fucked her yet. Maybe she'd never ever let him have another chance at doing it. Since she was a married woman and kind of settled down, maybe all she wanted was a straight, normal, sort of natural old-fashioned screwing. Anything other than that might freak her out.
As his climax approached, he tried to take his cock away from her, but to his surprise and delight, Irish would have none of that. She wasn't about to give up his pecker now, just when it was going to fire off its load. Not now when she was so intimately involved with him, the thing she had thought about so many times when she was in her classroom, staring at the bulge in the front of his pants.
"Iris!" Murray warned. "I'm going to shoot. "You'll get a mouthful!"
She knew that. It was what she was hoping for. He would send it gushing right down her throat and she didn't care. Murray shot off his hot spurting charge in a bursting spray of come that filled her mouth and she swallowed it as fast as she could. For a moment she wondered if she could keep ahead of it, but she managed to. The torrent ebbed and she got control of the situation.
Murray gasped and groaned so much that for a while she was alarmed that he might be having some kind of an attack. His entire body was shaking. Then she realized it was all quite normal, that he was simply reacting to the immense pleasure he was getting and the satisfaction he was feeling at having had his teacher, of all people, suck him off. It thrilled her too that she had brought her darling student so much joy. Not to mention the fact she loved swallowing a young man's come more than she ever dared admit.
But she had to admit now, if only to herself, that she had a thing for sucking a student's cock, especially this one. And without saying a word to Murray, she promised herself she'd be sucking his beautiful prick a lot from now on.
"I loved it, teach," he told her when he finally caught his breath. "I loved fucking your beautiful mouth."
CHAPTER FOUR
When Murray at last took his pecker out of her mouth, Iris had a strange feeling about their lewd conduct.
"Murray," she said quietly. "This is a terrible thing we just did."
"What do you mean, teacher?" he asked, raising his head from kissing one of her tits. One of his hands was between her legs, feeling her pussy that now was very wet with her arousal.
"You know a teacher and her student aren't supposed to be doing things like this," she lamented.
"Who says so? We enjoyed it, didn't we? At least I sure did."
"I never would have let this happen, if you hadn't got me all hot and bothered," she informed him.
He gave her a lewd grin. "You're still pretty hot and bothered. What would you like me to do most of all, to get you feeling as good as you've got me feeling right now?"
She knew he was teasing her and she went along with it. "Well ... it would be very thoughtful of you, and very sweet, if you went down on me and did the same thing to me that I did to you. Would you like to do a thing like that for your teacher?"
"Would I?" he said with a big grin. "You just get a good grip on the mattress, Iris, baby. You're going into orbit!"
He moved to the foot of the bed, spread her legs and got onto his knees between them. She shivered when he touched her pussy lips. She had never let any of her students touch her down there. And plenty of those horny young fuckers in her class wanted to. Even the high school principal had tried to get his hand on her cunt.
But the way things had turned out now, she must have been saving it for Murray, her favorite student.
She remembered then another time, at another school where she was teaching, she came close to letting one of her students make it with her, when he expressed his urgent desire to fuck her.
But she had been afraid to let him and she stalled. She kept putting him off. Then when she decided that the next time he started fooling around with her, she would let him fuck her, she never seemed to find the opportunity to be alone with him. The risk was always too great and the big event never happened.
Her thoughts returned to Murray as he leaned forward, his head so close to her that she could feel his hot breath tickling her pussy hair. With sensitive fingers he stroked her cuntlips. Gently he pulled them apart, exposing her seashell pink membranes, which pulsed and glistened. He inserted his finger into her hole. She was incredibly hot and tight, and she was thrilled and excited. She clutched the mattress while his finger explored her secret place.
His finger did not penetrate her deeply before she began having erotic little spasms of pleasure. She was delighted that Murray was the first of her students to be so intimate with her. He touched her cunt softly, gingerly. She cried out, not from pain but from surprise. Murray quickly withdrew his finger.
Her juices coated the tip of his finger when he put it back. He stuck it in his mouth and licked it clean, which thrilled Iris as she watched him. He smiled at her and licked his lips. She tasted delicious, he told her. He assured her he would like nothing better than to stay there between her legs forever.
He put his head between her legs again. His ardent kisses tingled on her soft inner thighs. He worked his way along her legs to her pussy. He kissed it tenderly and began licking it.
Iris was beside herself with joy. At times the tension inside her was almost too much. Then Murray started sucking her cunt. She knew of nothing that compared to the thrill of what Murray was doing to her cunt with his lips and tongue. He pressed his mouth against the fair flower of her sex. The contact was arousing, to say the least. His tongue licked up and down her tender cuntlips.
Her eyes glazed with pleasure. Her nipples were stiff as they jutted from her boobs. Her warm pussy lips were wet from Murray licking them. The intensity of the sensations shooting all through her were greater than anything she had ever felt before, with her husband or with anyone else. It was as if a live wire had been placed in her cunt and the current turned on. Iris was bouncing her ass around as if that had been the case.
She gasped and moaned as Murray tasted her. He licked up and down her slit, then pressed his tongue against her clitty and really went to work on her.
The results were easily predictable. He brought his darling teacher to the most devastating climax she had ever thought possible. How could she? A woman didn't get a climax like this one from her husband tickling her pussy. This intense orgasm could come about only from her favorite student's hungry mouth voraciously devouring her twat. The hot and sexy, gorgeous high school teacher writhed with intense sexual pleasure.
After she came, all but drowning her teenage lover in her climactic juices, she slumped so limply on the bed that Murray might have thought she passed out, but for her tits heaving up and down on her chest from her heavy breathing. He kissed her pussy some more, and licked up all the juices that still oozed from her hotly aroused hole.
He wasn't about to bring his head out from between her legs. He had waited a long time for this chance to get his mouth on his teacher's sweet and luscious twat and now that he had his lips on it and his tongue in it, there was no way he was going to quit. Not until he had shown his darling teacher just how good he could make it for her. Not until he sent her into paradise and kept her there long enough to be thrilled out of her mind. When he was through with her, his teacher's sweet tasting pussy would be his whenever he wanted it. She would live for those moments when he had his head between her legs, devouring her precious twat.
For almost an hour his head was between her thighs, his face mashed against her snatch, his tongue driving her wild. Iris squealed and shrieked through one orgasm after another. Each climax was so close behind the one before it, they seemed to form an erotic string of passion.
Finally Iris realized she was tasting her own juices when Murray's probing tongue, instead of being in her cunt, was then in her mouth. She kissed him back with unconcealed lust, her cuntal secretions wetting his hand which he had placed on her snatch, so it wouldn't feel neglected.
She had to do something now for this darling student of hers, something to repay him for the ecstasy he had brought her. She felt the contours of Murray's hard prick. It was hot, so hot it was like holding her hand over a stove. Iris was in an erotic daze, a sensuous fog of pleasure. Her pussy tingled in the afterglow of having been devoured by her student's mouth. Her cuntlips throbbed electrically.
Murray's hot teacher-pleaser was sticking straight up. She gazed at it with fascination. His was the first prick she had ever seen, belonging to one of her students.
Well ... not exactly. Two years ago in another school, one of her students hauled out his cock and let her have a look at it. It was pretty big too, just like Murray's. The boy coaxed her into taking hold of it and playing with it. If they could have had a little more time alone together, she would have let the horny young devil fuck her. But then they heard someone coming along the hall and the boy quickly stuffed his pecker back in his pants. Iris just as quickly put her panties back on, smoothed down her dress and somehow managed to look calm, composed and innocent when the principal walked into the room.
But that didn't matter now. She had a hold of Murray's cock and that was the one she wanted anyway. It jutted up from his hips, a rigid bar of flesh. Its head was wide and swollen, and resembled a mushroom cap. The shaft was long and thick. His balls were big heavy. His thighs were quivering.
She moved on the bed, swinging her legs beneath her so that she knelt on the mattress. Her fingers curled around his shaft. She looked up and saw him smiling at her, which let her know that anything she wanted to do, was all right with him. She ran her fingers over his taut balls and they were throwing off heat, the same as was his cock. His pecker was so big she could hold it in both hands. 'veins running along the shaft throbbed at her soft touch. She squeezed it. Murray moaned softly. A single drop of semen oozed from the tip of his cock. It hung there like a clear crystal droplet, or a bead of water.
Iris looked at him with a lewd smile on her face and said, "You're ready to fuck me now, aren't you?"
"Boy, am I ever!" said Murray. "Well then, why are you keeping me waiting?" she asked.
He couldn't believe she'd actually said that. He didn't expect her to be that eager for his prick, but he didn't wait to be convinced. He climbed over her, the head of his long hard pecker prodding her between her legs. She grabbed it and steered it to her moist opening. The thrill of his life swept over Murray as he realized he was now fucking his beautiful high school teacher.
When his shaft was half way in her, Iris was far from passive about it and it was more like she was fucking him. Her ass came up off the bed which made it seem like her cunt was devouring his cock right up to his balls, which in a sense, it was. Her arms entwined about his neck, her legs went around him and her ankles locked them together. She pulled his face down to hers, pressing her mouth to his in a long hot tongue-probing kiss. Her hips and ass did fantastic things beneath him. It was all just too good. Murray shot off his load that was more than her pussy could hold.
It oozed out around his shaft, to trickle down the crack of her ass and make a wet spot on the sheet they were lying on. Iris didn't notice. She was getting off when he did, squealing, shrieking and crying out from whatever she was feeling at that wonderful moment. They collapsed together, panting and gasping and she held him, not letting his prick slip out of her.
Sometime later she smiled up at him and said, "Do it to me again, lover. We have time. My husband won't be home for an hour yet."
Just then the telephone rang and without letting Murray's pecker slide out of her cunt, she reached for the phone on the bedside table and picked up the receiver. It was her husband. She almost laughed. She'd never talked to her husband on the phone before, while someone was on top of her, fucking her.
He told her a very important client had just arrived at his office and he was going to have supper with him downtown. Then he would spend the evening showing him around the night spots, so she needn't expect him home before midnight. He apologized for such short notice, but it couldn't be helped, he told her. Iris said she understood and not to think anything about it. It was a chance for her to go to bed early and catch up on her sleep, she chuckled.
Hanging up the phone, she looked up at Murray excitedly. "You heat that? We have all the time in the world now, lover. All you have to worry about is what you'll tell your parents when you get home at midnight."
"Yeah, and why I didn't come home for supper," he said, pushing his prick in deeper, all the way to his balls.
"Why don't you phone your mother now?" Iris suggested. "Tell her you won't be coming home for supper, that you're spending the evening with one of your buddies and having supper at his house."
"That won't work," Murray told her. "I pulled that gag before and got caught. The guy I was supposed to be spending the evening with, showed up at the house and he didn't know a thing about it."
Iris laughed. "Then I'll phone your mother and tell her the truth."
Again without letting his pecker get out of her pussy, Iris reached for the phone and dialed Murray's home number. Murray almost freaked out. Here was his high school teacher talking to his mother on the phone, while he had his prick buried in his teacher's cunt.
Iris explained to the boy's mother she was spending the evening cramming Murray's head with English and she had invited him to have supper with her, so they could get on with it.
"There," she said when she hung up the phone. "Your mother thinks I'm stuffing your head with English."
Murray laughed and said, "I notice you didn't say anything about me stuffing you cunt with my prick."
He started giving her long deep ones and she said, "Mmmm, my sweet adorable lover. Are we ever going to have ourselves a time tonight. All evening. I told your mother I'd feed you. Are you hungry?"
"Not for anything in your kitchen," he told her. "There's nothing there I want to take my prick out of your pussy for. What I'm hungry for is right here in bed with me."
She laughed and hugged him. "Your thing feels so good inside me. Oh, you are fabulous. God, what a whang you have on you. Move it, honey. Back and forth ... that's it. Mmmm...."
He did it to her again, and again after that. Then she got onto her knees and Murray fucked her doggy fashion. After each time they did it, she sucked her lover's cock.
A while after that, she was again on her back and Murray was on top of her. His prick was in her right to his balls and he was fucking her for all he was worth. At some point during the evening, she fully realized she was absolutely wild about her young lover. She had a thing for him, as if her cunt and his pecker belonged together from that night on.
"Forget about all your hot-cunted teenage girlfriends," she whispered lewdly in his ear. "You belong to me now. I'll give that beautiful big pecker of yours all the loving it needs. Agreed?"
"I'm all for that," he told her with a happy grin on his face. From now on you're my woman."
Murray did everything to her. By ten o'clock that evening, there wasn't anything he hadn't done to his darling teacher. Except one thing. And already Iris was wondering if she would shock him by asking him to fuck her in the ass!
CHAPTER FIVE
At ten o'clock that night, both Iris and Murray seemed to get their second wind. A new surge of energy swept over them and they went at each other like she hadn't had a prick and he hadn't seen a pussy in ages.
"Fuck me again," she whispered.
She could hardly believe she was actually asking her young lover to fuck her. Yet, now that he had kept her so sexually stimulated since that afternoon, she couldn't seem to get enough of him.
Murray smiled happily. "I like it when you ask me for it. It's a real turn on when my beautiful teacher tells me she wants me to fuck her."
He prodded her pussy again with his hard pecker, while he licked and sucked first one tit, then the other. He kissed, licked and sucked one in turn, back and forth. She threw her legs up over his shoulders as his prick pushed in deeper.
"Fuck me, lover," she panted. "Let me feel it way up in there."
It didn't take her long to get into the rhythm of his strokes, and she made it as good for him as he was making it for her. He seized both her tits, so he could manipulate them while he fucked her.
She moaned and sighed, cooed and whispered sweet nothings in his ear, while he kept his long pecker doing its thing down there in her intimate place.
"Keep doing it, lover," she encouraged. "Now you're really doing it. Ohhh ... yes, just like that."
He plowed into her, using his prick skillfully. His teacher loved every minute of it, every inch, every lustful jab. The feel of his prick inside her, his hands on her tits and the way he fucked her, all added to her pleasure. She felt as if she was rocking back and forth in a world of erotic delight.
"Keep your prick moving," she cooed. "Just like you're doing. Rub against my clitty. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, I love that. Oh God, you're fabulous!"
The rapid movements of his prick went on while his teacher juiced once, twice, then a third time.
"Fuck me," she babbled. "Fuck my pussy!"
The tremendous erotic pleasure he was giving her, sent her into another orgasm.
"Oh lover," she groaned in delight. "This is the way I like it. I've never had it this good before, from anyone. I'll never be satisfied with my husband now, after what you're doing to me tonight. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, fuck me forever!"
The erotic sensations his thick hard tool created inside her delicate cunt, nearly drove her wild. She loved the feel of his beautiful hard pecker inside her.
Murray pulled his dick out of her and Iris rolled over onto her belly. She spread her legs in open invitation for her student, her lover, to enjoy himself with her body.
He sent his prick back into her cunt. Her pussy muscles gripped it lovingly and squeezed. While he fucked her, his belly pressed onto the cheeks of her gorgeous ass, which added to the pleasure he was already feeling.
In and out his excited prick plunged. He couldn't hold back any longer. And Iris was as eager as he was to feel his juices gushing into her. Suddenly as she sailed into her orgasm, she felt him erupting like geyser.
While she squealed and shrieked, and panted and gasped, Murray went on driving it to her, his ass muscles flexing as he vigorously fucked her.
They lay there for a while catching their breath. Then she felt his mouth on hers and his arms cuddling her to him. Yes, yes, she thought to herself. He does care for me. It's much more than the fact he enjoys fucking me. He adores me. He's crazy about me, as I am about him. Oh if only he were older, so I could leave my husband and run away with him. We'd spend the rest of our lives fucking each other silly.
Then sly, erotic thoughts played through her mind, while she and Murray kissed and fondled each other.
Well, I won't leave my husband, but maybe Murray and I will spend the rest of our lives fucking each other silly, anyway.
She moaned and sighed as they kissed, loving the feel of his tongue threshing about in her mouth, while he felt her tits and fingered her cunt.
When he finished loving her up, he raised up off of her back and eased his prick out of her cunt. Much of his come juice dripped all over her ass. She reached back, wiped it up with her fingers and licked it. That was a turn on for Murray.
"You really dig me, don't you, baby?" he said, grinning at her.
"Yes, darling, I do," she exclaimed. "I'm crazy about you. I'm addicted to you. Smokers could give up cigarettes easier than I can give you up now. I don't know what it is about you, but you turn me on. I crave you like a child craves candy."
"Do I taste like candy?" he teased.
She chuckled softly. "You taste delicious. Would I have had your prick in my mouth so many times today, if I didn't like the way you taste?"
Wrapping his arms about his teacher, he told her how much he adored her, and lusted for her.
"You don't know how much it means to me to be able to fuck you," he told her.
She reached down between her legs and began to play with his prick. It was a challenge to her to see how many times she could make it stand up, so he could fuck her again.
"What are you trying to do?" he asked, as he watched her pumping on his dick.
"I'm trying to get it excited again," she replied.
As his pecker sprang back to life, taking on its usual stiffly erect stance, she did indeed get it excited again.
"Baby, how about me fucking you in a way that's ... well, a little unusual?"
"How unusual?"
"Maybe you've never heard of it before," he said, "you being a decent, respectable wife and a responsible teacher and all. But a lot of people do it and like it."
"Well what is it you would like to do?" Iris asked.
"Well ... I'd like to fuck you in the ass." Iris laughed pleasantly. "My God, I thought you'd never get around to suggesting it." She twisted around so that her ass was practically in his face, teasing him and taunting him to give her an ass-fucking that she was looking forward to so much.
"Tell me what you want to do to my ass, honey," she said. "I like to hear you say it."
"I want to shove my prick into your asshole, teacher," he told her. "I want to get it right up in there and make you squeal."
Iris laughed. "I can promise you a real tight assfuck," she assured him. "I haven't had a prick up my rear since I was in college."
"Did you do much of that when you were in college?" he asked.
"What girl in college doesn't?" she replied. "But I got it up my rear and plenty when I was in high school, too."
It didn't take her long to position herself. Getting onto all fours and shoving her rear end up to him, she said, "Okay, put it up my ass."
Murray realized then he needed some lubrication, or his thick hard prick would have a problem getting into her tight little butthole.
"Do you have something I can use?" he asked, patting her playfully on the cheeks of her ass.
"Oh, of course." She reached into the drawer of the bedside table and handed him a tube of lubricant, which he smeared all over his solid quivering pecker.
"Okay, baby. Get a good grip on the mattress, because my prick is going up your ass."
Iris positioned herself again and her young lover mounted her. Holding her by her hips, he prodded her butthole with the head of his cock and pushed. Iris let out an excited squeal as he rode his prick into her.
The sensations that swept over him as he burrowed deeper into his teacher's ass, excited him so he could hardly speak. Iris had a beautiful ass and at long last, his most outrageous fantasy had come true. He had his prick up his teacher's lovely rear end.
It thrilled him that Iris was enjoying it so much. It amazed him that women loved getting his prick up their ass as much as they did. His mother, his sister, Katy the cook and her teenage daughter Marie. And several married women in his neighborhood whom he enjoyably screwed in the ass from time to time when their husbands weren't around.
"Your ass is sure tight," he said, complimenting her.
"I know it is," she replied. "And you enjoy fucking me this way, don't you?"
"That's for damned sure," he panted, going in deeper.
He was delighted that he could watch his pecker moving in and out, back and forth in his teacher's sexy looking ass.
"Get it up in there, lover," Iris gasped. "Put it in deep, so I can feel your big hairy balls slapping against my cunt. Then grab hold of my tits."
Leaning over her, Murray reached under her and seized her full round swaying boobs, one in each hand. He loved the feel of her tits in his grasp, while he felt his pecker deep in her ass.
While he drove in deep, as far as he could go, Iris twisted and squirmed, her anal muscles grabbing hold of his cock.
"Mmmm, beautiful, lover," she exclaimed. "I'm really enjoying this. I hope you are too, because your pecker is going to be up my ass a lot from now on, I promise you."
"Sounds good to me, teacher," Murray panted. "Twist your ass for me, baby. It feels good when you do that."
"Like this?"
"Ahhh, ohhh, yes!" Keep pushing your ass back at me. Oh I can feel that in my toes."
"I know, lover," said Iris, moaning in delight as she permitted him to subjugate her in this depraved position.
She kept churning her ass for him and he loved the feel of her anal muscles each time they tightened around his pecker. And the sensations she sent all through him by twisting her hips and shoving her rear end back at him, added even more to his erotic pleasure.
"Oh lover, this is so good," she panted. "I really love the way you're doing it. It's easy to see this isn't the first time your prick has been up a woman's rear end. You're much too good at it."
Murray chuckled to himself, remembering that his mother, his sister and several married women in his neighborhood, all told him how good he was at putting his prick up a woman's ass.
His solid pecker went on pounding into her butthole and it got Iris so turned on she knew it wouldn't be long until she got hers. She felt Murray reach down and insert a finger into her slit.
"That's it, lover," she gasped. "Play with my love button."
His finger teased and tormented her clitty knowingly, like he'd been doing it with so many women before her, he knew just how to do it, knew exactly what set a woman off. And all the while he did it, he continued to drive his prick up her ass.
"I'm coming!" Iris gasped. "Oh honey, your finger is getting me there."
Realizing fully how much fun he was deriving from fucking his teacher in the ass, Murray knew he was close to shooting off his load.
"Hang in there, baby," he gasped. "I'm almost there too."
Iris gripped his pecker with her sphincter muscle and held on as he pounded away in her ass.
"Oh baby, baby, baby," he chanted, developing a rhythm with his cock and his voice that accelerated Iris' ass movements.
"Now you're fucking me, lover," she squealed. "Oh God, I really like this!"
Her ass was tingling all over as her anal muscles gripped his tool firmly. Suddenly his pecker shot off deep in her ass. A steady stream of hot cream jetting into her asshole and Iris was delighted that she had been the cause of her young lover having such a fantastically enjoyable ass-fuck.
While she shrieked and screamed her way through her ass-bouncing climax, Murray held on for dear life. Then he went on fucking her, loving the feel of his balls against her cunt. Then Iris forward on her belly and Murray collapsed on top of her, his prick still up her ass.
"Your ass did me in, baby," he said when he had caught his breath.
"Can't take it, huh?" she chuckled.
"I did my best, but there's so much action in your ass, you're more than a match for any man. My pecker will probably never be the same again."
"Who do you think you're kidding?" she replied. "Tomorrow as soon as school is out, you'll be right back here, wanting to take me in my ass again."
"Yes I will. That's a promise."
"And I'll be here waiting to let you in, and I'll already have my panties off, so we don't waste any time."
"We've got a good thing going here between us, haven't we?"
"Yes we have," she said. "I'm glad you appreciate a woman like me."
"I really do," he said, reaching under her and filling his hand with one of her tits.
She loved it when one of his hands was on her tit. It enflamed her passions when he played with it.
"I turn you on, don't I?" he said.
"I think I've made that obvious," she said with a chuckle.
She reached down between her legs and got hold of his balls, that were all wet from his come leaking out of her asshole and around his prick.
"You like my family jewels?" he asked.
"You've got a big pair of balls, honey," she said, "and that's where it's at. With a big pair of balls, a guy can shoot off a lot of times. That's the factory where the stuff is made."
He laughed. "Who would ever think that such a respectable, strait-laced school teacher would know so much about a guy's balls?"
He went on playing with her tits, while he reached over her shoulder and kissed her, then nibbled on her ear. His prick was still in her ass.
CHAPTER SIX
Murray's hot affair with his high school teacher went on for several months. Then it came to an end because of something neither of them could foresee. Iris' mother came to live with her and her husband. With her there in the apartment during the day, it wasn't possible for Iris to have Murray there when school was out in the afternoon. They couldn't fuck in the schoolroom after class since it was much too risky. That would be asking for trouble. So when they couldn't get together and fuck, their secret teacher/student sexual affair faded to nothing.
Actually, Murray wasn't too upset about it. Their secret affair had reached the point where sucking on the same tits, fucking the same cunt and shoving his prick up the same asshole day after day, became repetitious, to say the least. It was like being married and having to fuck your own wife day after day, instead of enjoying the variety of pussy he liked to have. Not being able to savor all the sweet luscious cunt, tits and ass that was so easily available to him, began to get to him after a while. There was no longer a feeling of conquest. He was fucking Iris because it was expected of him. In the meantime there were all kinds of pussy he wanted to try out, teenage pussy and married pussy. And many gorgeous asses he wanted to get his prick into, to sodomize, to bugger, whatever, but never seemed to have the time.
After his affair with Iris ended, he had time and he made the most of it. It wasn't long until he had a hot thing going with Marion Tidwell, the attractive thirty-six-year-old woman who lived just across the street from his parents' home. Soon he was slipping into Marion's house after school and getting into bed with her, just like he had been doing for many months with his high school teacher, Iris.
One afternoon while Marion lay on the bed with her arms and legs wrapped around young Murray, his big long hard cock moving in and out of her cunt, sending her into a state of ecstasy-she had no way of knowing her daughter Lisa had come home. The girl bounded up the stairs and into her room.
Lisa closed the door behind her and locked it. Her bedroom was across the hall from the master bedroom, where unknown to her at that very moment, her mother was being fucked out of her mind by Murray, the teenage boy from across the street.
Had Lisa known, she might not have been all that surprised. She had good reason to believe her mother had the hots for that good looking blonde stud. She'd seen the way her mother looked at Murray, when she thought she wasn't being observed. Not that Lisa blamed her. She knew what it was to have her pussy oozing out its juices and wetting the crotch of her panties, whenever Murray came near her.
Lisa didn't consider herself to be anybody's fool. She kept her eyes and ears open and she saw things and heard things. And she kept her mouth shut. She knew a lot of what went on in this neighborhood where she lived. She knew things that went on that nobody else knew about. Like what went on between Daddy and the teenage girl over on the next block.
Wouldn't it freak her mother out, she thought, if she knew Daddy was screwing her best friend's daughter, and had been for a hell of a long time?
Lisa's bedroom, unlike the master bedroom, didn't have its own bathroom. She used the one at the end of the hall, that served her bedroom and the guest bedroom. She loved her room, though it wasn't nearly as spacious as the master bedroom. It was still big, and nicely furnished.
It was decorated like you would expect the bedroom of a teenage girl to be, and on one wall was a full-length mirror. Lisa stood in front of it and began taking off her clothes.
She giggled to herself at what she'd just heard from one of her girlfriends, who swore that she'd seen it with her own eyes. How would her mother react, she wondered, if she knew that Daddy fucked his teenage girlfriend in the ass? She wondered if Daddy ever bum-fucked Mother. He probably did, since he sure liked shoving his pecker up that girl's behind.
She thought about incest and wondered why people were so against it, or pretended to be. That was just it. There was probably a lot of it going on, but those involved were careful so no one ever found out about it. Like Mom was careful no one knew she was luring the young guy from across the street into fucking her, if he wasn't already doing it.
She thought about the two guys she knew in her class at high school, their senior year, each one of them was fucking his mother, when his father wasn't home to catch him doing it. Lisa knew that for a fact. And another boy in her class, who lived just down the street, was fucking his sister.
Damn, how she hated being an only child. Why couldn't she have had a brother, a year older than her or a year younger? If she did, she sure wouldn't still be a virgin, she told herself. She'd sneak into his room after her parents were asleep and get him to do all kinds of outrageous things with his prick in her pussy. And maybe even in her ass.
But then if she had a brother, it would probably be just her luck to sneak into his room some night and find her mother was already in bed with him. Knowing her mother, she wouldn't pass up a chance like that.
And why should she? Lisa didn't see anything so terrible about a mother teaching her son to fuck, letting him have his first piece of ass and showing him how good it felt to have his prick in a nice warm pussy. She wished Daddy would pay more attention to his duty to his teenage daughter.
It all seemed so silly, him going over to the next block and fucking another man's daughter, running the risk of being caught and getting his head split open-if he was lucky. And all the time he could be at home, doing it to his own daughter, where he had privacy and it was safe. As long as Mom didn't find out about it.
Lisa smiled at the thought of Daddy getting into bed with her and fucking her. She wouldn't mind one little bit if he shoved his prick into her pussy and got her cherry. She'd even let him put it up her ass, if he wanted to do it that way too. He could give her his dick to practice on, so she'd become really good at sucking cock.
But no, he'd rather make it with that teenage slut over on the next block, who'd already been fucked by half a dozen older men in the neighborhood, before she got the hots for Daddy.
Lisa opened the doors of her roomy closet. Its rod and shelves were filled with pretty clothes and the floor was covered with footwear, dressy shoes, loafers, sneakers, the works.
She hung up her jacket. She could wear that again tomorrow. Not so with her blouse, bra, thin cotton skirt and panties. She'd been having lewd and lasivious thoughts, and that got her sweating, which made her clothes smell sexy. Wet circles showed under the arms of her blouse. She lifted her arm and put her nose to it, then made a face when she sniffed her fragrant sweat. The boys at school liked it though. When they inhaled her aroused fragrance, it really turned them on. Realizing that of all the boys in school, there wasn't one who didn't want to fuck her, she sweated all the more.
Her blouse went into the dirty clothes hamper and so did her bra. It felt good to have her titties bare. Though full and round, they were high and firm. She wished she didn't ever have to wear anything and giggled at the thought. Such a thing wasn't possible, when her mother was around.
Her dark hair-like her mother's-hung in soft waves about her shoulders. Taking off her skirt, she tossed it into the hamper. Her panties were wet at the crotch and small wonder. On her way home from school, she let the boy who was walking with her, slip his hand inside her panties and finger her pussy. They were on a quiet side street where there was a high thick hedge running alongside the sidewalk. She came close to ducking in behind the hedge with him and letting him fuck her. The only thing that saved her was the boy shot off his load inside his pants and it quieted him down.
She stood before the full-length mirror naked, her lovely well-proportioned body lightly tanned and flawless. She touched her pussy and let out a little gasp. It was still sensitive from that boy having fingered her almost to a climax. Now she would have to finish it herself, or she would be hot and horny all evening and probably all night as well.
She stood with her legs apart, opening herself up. Her fingers stroked the smooth silken hair of her snatch and she smiled brazenly at her reflection in the mirror. As if her image were another person, she talked to it and confided that her days as a virgin were numbered. The time when she would lose her cherry was close at hand. She was tired of saving it for no particular reason. For the man she would someday marry? Hah!
Why should she save it for him, when by that time he would have fucked all the available pussy in high school, through four years of college and all around his neighborhood? What right did he have to expect her cherry? None whatever.
She thought again of her mother, married to Daddy who was fucking a teenage girl, a neighbor. Was it because Mom didn't give him enough? Not -likely. Mom lived for sex. She seldom thought of anything else. She was a hot and horny, highly sexed woman and Lisa knew by now she was just like her.
She wondered then if her mother had succeeded yet in getting what she wanted, which was to have the teenage boy from across the street-Murray-crawl up between her widely parted legs and shove his prick into her cunt. Well, there were many things about her mother, no doubt, she didn't know about for sure.
On the other hand there were things her mother didn't know about Daddy. She didn't know he was fucking a teenage girl, the daughter of Mom's close and very dear friend. That tickled Lisa, having a secret that even her mother didn't know about.
She flopped onto the bed and played with her pussy while she considered her family. Daddy was fucking a teenage girl. Mom was being fucked-or soon would be-by a teenage boy. And here she was, still a virgin and not getting any.
Without intending to, she dropped off to sleep. When she awoke, she realized over an hour had passed. She got up and put on her bathrobe, intending to take a shower.
While she had been asleep, the day had become dark and overcast, causing the hallway to become quite dark. As she was about to enter the bathroom, the sounds of movement caught her attention. The door to her mother's bedroom opened and Murray stepped out into the hall.
Sneakily he glanced up and down the hallway, yet he didn't see Lisa standing in the shadows. He turned and grinned at Lisa's mother, who stepped into the hall-naked! Her arms went about him and she gave him a long hot sexy kiss, while Murray's hands were all over her bare ass. Then Marion pulled away, smiled at him and went back into her bedroom, closing the door behind her.
Murray headed for the stairs, which were next to the bathroom. Suddenly he saw Lisa standing there and he looked like a kid who had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Lisa was grinning at him, which told him she had seen what he and her mother hadn't planned on her seeing.
"H-hi, Lisa," he said lamely. "Your mother phoned me and asked me to come over and move some things around in her bedroom that were too heavy for her to lift and...."
Lisa chuckled. "Spare me that crap. I wasn't born yesterday. I saw her kissing you when she was bare-assed naked. How long has that been going on? You spending the afternoon in her bedroom with her and her naked, I mean."
"Gosh, Lisa, I...."
"You can't come up with a good answer, can you? Well, don't worry about it. Your secret is safe with me."
"You mean it? It is?"
"Sure. So you're screwing my mother. Big deal. I already figured as much. I mean, I figured she was making it with somebody. I didn't know for a fact it was you. Well, I kinda thought it was, but I wasn't a hundred percent certain. But I sure am now."
"Yeah, well I...."
"Anyway, why should I make a big fuss about it? Besides, you might find out something about me I wouldn't want passed around, and I'd expect you to keep your mouth shut about it. Agreed?"
"Yeah ... sure!"
Lisa was about to step into the bathroom, when she stopped abruptly.
"Oh-one thing more. I won't be long taking my shower and getting dressed. How about waiting for me down at Hamburger Heaven? I'd like to have a long meaningful chat with you."
"Okay. I'll wait for you there."
Lisa stepped into the bathroom, gave him a mischievous smile and closed the door. Murray stood there in the hall for a moment, wondering what she had in mind, but relieved she wasn't going to say anything to anyone about him coming out of her mother's bedroom. He considered himself very lucky as he went down the stairs and out the front door.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Later that evening, Lisa's mother and father were still in the living room when Lisa announced she was going up to bed. She kissed them both, then trotted up the stairs to her room. By the time she heard her mother and father go into their bedroom across the hall from her, she was already in bed. She lay there listening. It wouldn't be long now. Just give Mother and Daddy time to settle down and go to sleep.
It was all arranged. She had explained it all to Murray as they sat together in Hamburger Heaven. She told him that getting into her bedroom at night was very simple. Her bedroom window looked out on the recreation room roof. All he had to do was sneak into the backyard, climb the maple tree, swing over onto the roof of the recreation room which was only one story, cross it to her window and climb in. She knew by the look of arousal on Murray's face he wasn't about to pass up a chance like that.
Lisa's room was dimly lit and she was in bed, naked and waiting, when Murray came quietly through her window. He didn't waste any time getting out of his clothes and her breath caught in her throat when she saw what a fabulous big pecker he had on him-fully erect.
That made it quite obvious, she thought, as to why her mother was so crazy about him. God, he was really hung!
She thrilled to the sight of him naked, his body lean, firm and strong, his erection sticking out in front of him. She admired his shoulders, narrow hips and his handsome face, but most of all that beautiful hard cock of his. She rubbed her pussy more urgently as she gazed at him. She pulled back the covers and he got into bed with her.
"It's about time," she whispered. "I was beginning to think you had gotten cold feet about the whole thing, after you said you would."
"I got here as quick as I could," he told her. "I had to wait until Mom was out of the room, before I could slip out of the house. If she'd seen me leaving, she'd have insisted on knowing where I was going." He grinned at her and added, "Couldn't you just see me telling Mom I was going across the street to climb into the Tidwell's upstairs window, so I could get into bed with their teenage daughter and fuck her?"
Lisa giggled. "You nut."
"Who, me?"
"Okay, never mind the excused," she said. "Were you surprised when I told you I'd be waiting here for you, if you could get away tonight?"
Murray grinned at her again. "No, not really. When you caught me coming out of your mother's bedroom this afternoon and you told me you weren't going to say anything to anyone, I knew right away what was on your mind. You wanted to find out for yourself why your mother is so wild about having my prick in her pussy. And the best way to find out why she likes it so much, is to have me put it into yours."
"You conceited ass!" said Lisa.
"Then after you find out tonight what it's like to have me fucking you, you'll understand better why your mother likes it so much she has me get into bed with her every chance we get."
Lisa giggled. "I hate to admit it but you're right. Why deny it? But maybe this wasn't the right time. After Mom had you screwing her all afternoon, maybe you're pooped out."
"Not hardly," Murray exclaimed. "God, I've thought about this for a long time, about getting my prick into your pussy and fucking you, and finding out if you can make me feel as good as your mother does when I'm fucking her."
Lisa's hands were all over his cock. "Oh wow! No wonder Mom has you sneaking into her bedroom. You're hung like an ox."
"What do you know about how an ox is hung?"
"Well...."
"It doesn't scare you, does it?"
"Of course not. Why should it? At the supper table tonight, Mom didn't look any the worse for having had this thing in her cunt for most of the afternoon. If she can take it, so can I."
"That's the spirit," said Murray, cuddling her in his arms and kissing her, his bare flesh rubbing against hers, getting her all hot and excited. Lisa was thrilled almost speechless. At long last she was about to have herself a lover.
His embrace was strong yet gentle. After they lay there for a while, kissing and caressing each other, he kissed her boobs, sucked on her nipples and licked the full round mounds of her tittie flesh. Lisa's sexual desire became more urgent. She was hot, wet and ready. And she was determined to prove to him that fucking her would give him as much pleasure, if not more, than he was getting from fucking her mother.
She spread her legs, opening herself to him, offering up her pussy to him. Murray climbed on top of her, stretching out on her nude body. The head of his cock felt like velvet as it touched her pussy lips. He had her all wet inside. He guided the head of his dick past her cuntlips and pushed. She let out a little squeal of delight as she felt it going into her.
While he fucked her, Lisa gave her mother credit for having been able to find a prick that was nothing short of superb. She didn't know how her mother knew Murray had such a big strong cock, or what her technique was for getting him into bed with her and giving her a good sound screwing. But one thing she did know. She knew now her mother had found herself a fabulous young stud.
The way Murray was screwing her, he was driving her crazy. It was so good she knew it couldn't last for long. Her clitoris throbbed as he fucked her, until she could no longer stand it and she climaxed. It crashed down on her like a breaking wave, throwing her all over the bed. She bit her lip to keep from letting a shriek that would surely have awakened Mom and Daddy across the hall.
Then Murray shot his load. She felt his cock buck and jerk inside her. It gushed out its spurting fluids, flooding her cunt. They lay there cuddled in each other's arms, kissing and caressing, whispering endearing words to one another. Lisa closed her eyes and almost drifted blissfully off to sleep. Then Murray climbed on top of her again. He made a humping movement with his hips and his prick moved up into her. Lisa opened her eyes and looked up at him, as though for a moment she couldn't comprehend what was happening. Then she knew.
"Oh God, you're big," she whispered.
Murray chuckled. "That's what your mother I keeps saying."
"You needn't sound so smug," she told him. "If j Mother can't wear you out, maybe I can."
For a moment Murray had a heart-chilling thought. If Mrs. Tidwell-Marion-ever found out he was fucking her innocent daughter, she would be so pissed off he might never get into her pussy again. That would be a terrible thing to have happen, he thought. Marion was an even hotter, wilder, more passionate piece of ass than his high school teacher Iris, had been. Marion Tidwell was thirty-seven year old pussy at it's very best.
Yet he could no more stop what he had started I now with Marion's daughter than he could stop breathing. Nor did he want to if he could, because I young Lisa was just as hot a piece of ass as her I mother was.
Slowly and expertly he worked his cock back and forth in her, feeling her soft and tender cuntal walls spreading like warm butter each time his prick moved in. Pushing with all the strength in his hips and buttocks, he made his way into her until his lust-inspired cock was in her as far as it would go. His balls were resting in the crack of her ass and Lisa was cooing happily.
She submitted to this passion-crazed moment and took it for what it promised to become. Murray pulled back, then thrust forward and went in deep. She dug her fingers into his back, lifted her legs and wrapped them about his middle, locking her ankles to hold the position they were in. He moved his cock back and forth inside her, slowly at first, then with increasing speed as he became more and more excited. The thrust up her buttocks to get more of his cock, and her hips were moving in harmony with is humping motions.
"Ohhh," Lisa panted. "You're making me come."
Her eyes rolled back in her head and her body convulsed. Her hips shot straight up at his thrusting cock. At the same time, lights exploded in her head and her vision blurred. Murray shot off his load, flooding her cunt with it and she thought for a moment her heart had stopped beating. He held her by the cheeks of her ass and fucked her furiously. Then with a shudder, he fell over her and they collapsed, panting on the bed in one another's arms.
"That was really something," Lisa whispered, when their breathing returned to normal. Then she snuggled up close to him, draped one leg over him and covered his face with loving kisses.
"I hope I don't make you feel guilty now, because of what we just did, because I sure enjoyed it," Lisa said to him, in a velvety soft voice. "Mom would raise hell if she knew you were in here screwing me, and so would Daddy. But they aren't going to find out. We're going to be very careful and very secretive about it. Just because you're fucking Mom, doesn't mean you can't be screwing me too, whenever we get the chance. I'm entitled to some fun too, the same as she is. So don't feel guilty about it. My pussy needs looking after as much as hers does."
"Well, if you think so," said Murray.
He almost laughed when she mentioned the possibility of him feeling guilty. It just wasn't in his nature to ever feel guilty about anything. He never once had ever felt guilty about fucking his sister, his mother, his high school teacher, or Lisa's mother. Or several other married women in his neighborhood, who provided him with pussy when their husband's weren't around. He didn't even feel guilty about three of those ladies being pregnant, because his prick had shot off its load where it had no business shooting off.
"It's the most natural thing in the world for you to want to fuck me," Lisa told him. "And it wasn't all your idea. I wanted this to happen, which is why I met you at Hamburger Heaven and dared you to climb that tree and get into my window. God, I've wanted to make it with you for a long time. You see?"
He told her he did and they lay there for a long time, hugging and kissing, and feeling each other.
"Do you enjoy doing it to me?" she asked.
He let her know in every way he could that he most certainly did. She laughed happily and squeezed his cock playfully. It was stiffening up again.
"Mother thinks you're quite a man, darling," Lisa cooed. "And now I know why. You proved that to me tonight."
Lisa had always dreamed of having a lover and now here was Murray, a young hot-blooded, cunt-loving stud. She had already found out why her mother was so crazy about him. And now she was too.
"Are you going to keep on screwing me ... after tonight?" she asked. Murray made it clear he sure wanted to. "Every night?"
He was grinning from ear to ear as he nodded his head.
Her fingers did tantalizing things to his cock. "I think you want me again, right now," she whispered.
He fucked her again, and Lisa gave back as good as she got. They drove each other crazy, until she felt his cock quiver and jerk inside her. Then it gushed out its spurting fluids, filling her cunt.
A little over an hour later, after he fucked her twice more, he said to her, "Lisa, baby, I've got to go soon. I wish I could spend the whole night in bed with you, but I can't. My mother would flip her lid if I stayed out all night. But before I go, will you let me do one more thing?"
"Like what?" asked Lisa.
"I want to fuck you in the ass. May I? God, Lisa, you don't know how much I want to put my prick up your rear end. You have the sweetest little ass I've ever seen on a girl. Every time I look at it, I think of how great it will be to be shoving my prick up your butthole."
Lisa looked at him for a moment, then with a mischievous smile playing about her face, she said, "Does my mother let you put your thing up her rear end?"
Murray grinned at her and replied, "she sure does. Every time I'm in bed with her, we finish up with me screwing her in the ass. She goes wild when I have my cock up her butthole. I've never known a woman who loves getting my pecker up her ass as much as she does."
"Oh? You have known others then. I mean, other women let you do it to them in the rear?"
"Well sure, baby. Not every body gets all bent out of shape when you mention ass-fucking. For most women, though they may not admit it, being fucked in the ass is as normal as getting it in their pussy. At least it is for the women I've known, which includes your mother. They like getting it up the ass as much as they like sucking my cock. And they're always doing that for me."
"I've never sucked a cock," said Lisa. "I've never had it up my ass either."
"All that's gonna change, baby," said Murray. "You're gonna find out right now why your mother likes getting my prick up her rear end so much. And when I come back tomorrow night, I'll let you suck my cock. I'll let you get lots of practice doing it. That's what makes your mother so good at it. She spends a lot of time sucking my cock."
Lisa laughed. "You're going to do all that to me, and still go on looking after my mother?"
"Sure. Why not?" said Murray. "I'm not screwing anyone else right now, other than you two. I can look after both of you easy. Hell, one time last year I was screwing seven married women around here. That's a little much though. At the end of the week I felt like I was really looking after the neighborhood."
Lisa let out a happy little giggle, because what she liked most about Murray, besides his big long hefty prick, was his humble attitude and his modest nature, so she very obligingly got onto her knees and Murray began shoving his cock up her virgin ass.
CHAPTER EIGHT
While Murray was fucking Lisa in the ass, in the Nelson home just down the street a prowler was sneaking along the hall of the second floor, taking advantage of the fact that Fred and Connie Nelson were in bed and asleep.
The Nelsons, like Murray's parents, also had live-in servants and their apartment too was on the third floor. There was a gardener, a cook and a maid. The gardener (Cecil) and the cook (Irma) were husband and wife and the maid (Becky) was Irma's teenage daughter by her first marriage.
Irma had trouble keeping a husband because of this strange thing wherein she got turned on from beating the hell out of each one she had. Each time she married she picked a man who deserved to have the crap kicked out of him and therefore Irma felt she was doing society a service by straightening him up-or breaking him in two.
The only exception to the brutal way she treated men was Murray, the eighteen year old kid who lived just up the street from the Nelson home. She had a thing for that handsome young stud and perhaps for that reason, she never slept with her husband. She insisted on a bedroom of her own, which enabled her to sneak Murray in at night quite frequently. Because she was an attractive woman and beautifully built, Murray was only too happy to get into bed with her and after she sucked his cock, fuck her in the cunt and in her ass until she was soothed and satisfied. Her appetite for Murray's cock was never appeased for long however, so Murray had to go back and service the area between her legs again and again.
Irma would never dream of treating Murray the way she did her husband and the other two before him. Not once did she think of even slapping him for anything he did with her or to her. She made it clear to him he could do anything he wanted to with her.
She didn't even raise a fuss when he sneaked into her daughter's bedroom one night while she was busy downstairs, gave Becky her first piece of ass, her first experience with a long hard cock and took her cherry.
After that, Irma resigned herself to the fact that Murray was fucking both her and her daughter.
The prowler on the second floor of the Nelson home was Irma's husband Cecil, the gardener. He was cautious and quiet, since he was on the second floor, where he had no business being. He came to the door that led to the unoccupied bedroom of Connie Nelson's son Craig, who was away at college. As soon as he closed the door behind him, he turned on the lights and started snooping around.
The most that could be said of Cecil was that he was an excellent gardener. And that's where he should have been left, perhaps to sleep in the tool shed at the far end of the property. He should never have been allowed in a house with human beings. Irma had good reason to regard him as nothing more than a bum. Among his numerous failings, Cecil was light fingered. Things of value in the Nelson household ended up in Cecil's pockets. He couldn't keep his hands off anything that wasn't his. That he hadn't been caught long before this was due to the fact that Irma knew him. She kept a sharp eye on him, retrieved the stolen items from him and then almost gleefully beat the living hell out of him for his efforts. It never did any good. It didn't reform him, but Irma enjoyed knocking the crap out of him anyway. Once she had broken his arm and another time his collarbone.
Cecil never seemed to learn. It was as if he looked forward to having his wife whip his ass, with whatever she decided would inflict the most pain. To say that Cecil was a masochist and a doormat, would have been putting it mildly.
Cecil went through various drawers and pocketed several items of value, when a voice behind him said, in a tone edged with menace, "Now empty your pockets and put everything back, every single thing. Put each thing back in exactly the same place where you found it, you worthless turd. I don't know why I let you hang around here, since you aren't fit to associate with people, you scum."
Cecil whirled to face his wife and his face turned pale. He had gotten so carried away with what he was picking up, he hadn't heard her come in and quietly close the door behind her. His jaw dropped. He knew all too well what this meant. In a little while he would be close to death and even wish he was. Irma didn't know what mercy was and he knew better than to expect any from her. His heart hammered in his chest.
Irma was a towering figure of cold rage. "You're so stupid you still think I don't know when you're up to something. You're about as clever as a fat at an afternoon tea."
Cecil tried to speak but no words came out, only a pitiful croaking sound.
Irma's skirt whirled as she crossed the room, her eyes blazing. She was a fine figure of a woman, a stunning contrast to the man she was married to. A stinging slap across the face rocked his head on his shoulders. The sound of it echoed around the room.
"Now put it all back. Move!"
Cecil moved. He emptied his pockets and as the items piled up on the dresser top, he feared the sight of it all would get him another clout across the head. Drawers flew open and the items were replaced in short order. The drawers were closed and Cecil stood there shaking.
Irma grabbed him by the shoulders, displaying incredible strength in her fingers that dug into his flesh. She shook him until his teeth rattled.
"You dull witted fart," she said menacingly. "We have a good thing going here and you're doing your best to screw it up. If you were left on your own, you'd be living in the gutter. That's fine with me, but you aren't taking Becky and me down with you. I'll break every bone in your body before I'll let that happen. Now get out of here. I'll deal with you upstairs."
Cecil dashed out of the room and along the hall to the stairs as if he was afraid Irma might change her mind and kill him on the spot. The imprint of Irma's hand blazed brightly across his face.
Irma shook her head in disgust, anger flashing in her eyes. She made sure everything in the room was as it should be, then turned out the lights and left, closing the door quietly.
She muttered to herself as she moved silently along the hall, past the master bedroom where the Nelsons were sleeping. As if she didn't have enough to occupy her mind, with that sorry-assed bum she married, there were other things going on that could upset the tranquility of the Nelson home. Most of it wasn't any of her business, but she still had good reason to be concerned, she thought.
Anything that might upset the family she worked for, could put an end to her family's employment here, and she regarded this place as home. She liked it here. She and her daughter Becky enjoyed a style of living that could never be duplicated anywhere else. Not if she was making three times what she was making now.
One of the things that bothered her was that she knew there was hanky-panky going on that involved Murray, whom she was sneaking up to her bedroom, whenever she felt the need of his beautiful hard cock between her legs. Which was quite often, because Irma was a hot-cunted woman who liked a lot of what Murray could give her, in her mouth, her cunt and in her ass. When he was in bed with her, he fucked her better than any other man had ever done it.
The hanky-panky going on was between Connie Nelson and Murray. They thought no one knew what they were doing, but she knew. She didn't miss a thing that went on around here. And Connie Nelson-there was a hot-cunted woman for youwhat Irma knew about her would fill a book, a dirty book at that. Irma had known for quite some time what had been going on between Connie and young Murray. She had even seen them doing it. That's when she got the idea she'd like to have that young man upstairs in bed with her, and did what was necessary to bring that event to reality.
But she was thankful Connie Nelson hadn't seen her that time she almost walked in on them. That horny young stud was fucking Connie in the ass, no less!
Soon Connie's son Craig would be home for the summer from his second year of college, and who could tell what would happen then? Well for one thing, that young man and his hot-assed mother would get together, first chance they got. That was more hanky-panky that was going on. Irma knew young Craig was fucking his mother before he went off to college. That was all right with her, as long as they were careful and didn't get caught doing it. But they had been pretty careless that one time downstairs in the library, when she saw Connie sprawled out naked on the couch, with her son Craig on top of her, fucking her like it was the best piece of ass he'd ever had.
All Irma could do was hope that Connie Nelson's kinky sex life wouldn't become known and ruin a very satisfying way of life she and her daughter Becky had there.
Irma was the almost perfect servant. She knew everything that went on, but she kept it all to herself. She didn't discuss anything she knew with her husband or her daughter. She wasn't at all proud that Cecil was her husband, but he served his purpose. Her first husband gave her a daughter she was proud of and nothing else, except grief. When Becky was fifteen, Irma's husband ran off with some teenage girl. She got a divorce and her second husband was no better than the first, though she got a lot of satisfaction out of knocking the hell out of him before he ran off and never came back. She even broke both his arms.
Then by a streak of luck, she had a chance to apply for a position with the Nelson family. She married again for practical reasons. It made it easier for her to get employment there as a cook, if she had a husband who was a gardener and maintenance man. The Nelsons hired her and provided an apartment for her and her family on the third floor of the huge house.
Cecil served another function too. Irma permitted herself to smile as she ascended the stairs to the third floor. She had sadistic tendencies, she knew. And Cecil was a handy outlet, since he was a sniveling masochist. The stupid crum actually enjoyed the rotten way she treated him. By rifling through that bedroom downstairs, he was giving her a message that he needed another going over.
Well she would do that all right. But not tonight Tomorrow night she would have Murray over, to watch her kick the hell out of her husband. It made Cecil's punishment and humiliation more complete, when the brutal beating he was getting, was being observed by the young man he knew was fucking his wife.
CHAPTER NINE
Murray whistled a little tune as he trotted up the back stair to the servants quarters on the third floor of the Nelson home. He was in good spirits, which was the way he was most of the time. He had no reason to be unhappy about anything, not with all the pussy he was enjoying. There wasn't a boy in high school who wouldn't have traded places with him, had they known about all the pussy he was getting.
He was still fucking his mother, whenever she felt the need for her son's cock. Two afternoons a week after school, he sneaked across the street to throw a fuck into Marion Tidwell. Also-though Marion didn't even suspect it-he was screwing her teenage daughter Lisa.
Marion Tidwell would have been only too happy to have Murray in bed with her every afternoon of the week and she did, up to several weeks ago, when Murray found to his delight that Connie Nelson just down the street, wanted him in bed with her as many afternoons as he could make it.
To Murray the Nelson home was his sports arena, his playpen, and he loved it. Not only was he fucking Connie Nelson in the afternoon while her husband was at the office, he was coming back at night to take care of Irma and her daughter Becky.
He was delighted that his mother had at last accepted the fact that if he was man enough to fuck her out of her mind and keep her in a constant state of ecstasy with his man-sized cock, he was man enough to stay out all night whenever he wanted to. So now he was getting into bed with Irma and spending all night with her.
Well ... not really the whole night. Usually as soon as Irma was fast asleep, exhausted after he had thoroughly fucked her, he would sneak out of the room and get into bed with Becky. There he would fuck Irma's teenage daughter until she was so satisfied and contented, she would never dream of accepting any of the boys at school who were always trying to get into her panties.
He had fucked Connie Nelson that afternoon, then went home to supper. That was when Irma phoned him and asked him over that night, telling him her no-good husband had been bad and she was going to punish him, and she wanted Murray to watch it.
Murray wasn't all that eager to watch that scumbag Irma was married to, getting the hell beat out of him, but it didn't bother him. Irma put on a freaky kind of show and he did get a kick out of watching her, naked, whipping the ass off her husband.
Tonight was the best time for it, since Fred Nelson wouldn't be home that evening until late. And Connie, as soon as Murray finished fucking her, showered with him, dressed and went out to dinner with friends. There would be no danger of the Nelson family hearing that miserable bum Cecil, screaming in anguish.
As he reached the second floor, Murray glanced along the hall and saw Becky going into the master bedroom. Since the Nelsons weren't home, he saw no risk in looking in on her.
"Hi, Becky. What are you doing?"
She smiled at him from the other side of the bed. "What's it look like I'm doing, silly? I'm making the bed. I've already changed the sheets. You and Mrs. Nelson must have really had a good time here this afternoon. There was wet spots all over the sheets. But then, what else is new? You and her always leave the sheets well spotted."
"Do you change the sheets every afternoon, after she and I...?"
"Yes, I do," said Becky, "before her husband gets home. Mrs. Nelson doesn't want her husband getting into bed at night and finding come spots all over the sheets, come that isn't his and spots that he didn't make."
Murray grinned at her. "'very clever woman, isn't she?"
"She knows of course, that I know about you and her, and she trusts me not to say anything." A big smile spread across her face and she added, "She also gives me something extra, to show her appreciation for me keeping my mouth closed."
"I know something you could be doing that would be more fun than making the bed," Murray told her.
"Like what?"
"Like you taking your clothes off and getting into bed with me, and we'll make more wet spots."
"Forget it. I'm busy."
While she was watching him, Murray unzipped his pants and hauled out his cock. It had already stiffened into an erection.
"What's that for?" Becky asked.
"I know how you like to look at it," he replied.
"I don't have time right now," said Becky. "I'm the maid around here and I have work to do."
"How come you're making the bed so late?" asked Murray.
"I had other things to do," Becky replied, "and there was no rush, since the Nelsons won't be home until late."
Murray came around to her side of the bed with his prick sticking out in front of him and stood close to her. "Put your hand on it, baby," he invited.
Becky couldn't pass up a chance like that. She was more than happy to feel her boyfriend's cock whenever she could. Her hand reached for it and her fingers closed around it. She began to play with it. Murray's hand moved down and began feeling her ass.
"Is there ever a time when you aren't horny?" Becky teased.
Murray laughed. "That's what Connie Nelson asked me this afternoon. And your mother said the same thing the other night."
"It must be terribly uncomfortable, walking around with a hard-on all the time," Becky observed.
"I didn't have a hard-on when I came up the stairs. Not until I saw you in here. Irma's sweet adorable daughter turns me on like you wouldn't believe.
"I don't know where you get the energy," said Becky. "You fuck Mrs. Nelson three afternoons a week, then you spend nearly every night in bed with Mom."
"Not the whole night," Murray corrected. "After your mother is asleep, I spend most of the night in bed with you."
"Well anyway, you're screwing Mom so often she thinks of you as her boyfriend, her lover," said Becky.
"What's wrong with a guy sleeping with your mother?" asked Murray, his cock quivering in Becky's grasp.
Becky laughed. "Nothing, while you're both asleep. It's while the two of you are awake that you do naughty things together."
"Irma lets me fuck her darling daughter," said Murray, "and I show my appreciation the best way I know how. After all, your mother is a highly sexed woman and she needs a lot of cock. So I see to it that she gets plenty of mine, because that sorry-assed father-in-law of yours isn't worth anything."
"We need him," Becky told Murray. "He has the lawns and flower beds looking beautiful. Mrs. Nelson is very pleased with him."
"Connie Nelson isn't married to him. Your mother is."
"That doesn't bother Mom," said Becky. "She never slept with him much anyway. Then after you started fucking her, she kicked him out of her bedroom and made him sleep in that third room that's little more than a storage closet."
"He should be in the tool shed at the back of the garden," said Murray. Then he changed the subject to a more pleasant one. "Do you think I'm fucking your mother more than I am you?"
Becky stuck her tongue out at him. "Maybe, maybe not. Judging from the come spots on the sheets I just took off this bed, you sure fuck Mrs. Nelson a lot. Now you're in here again, looking like you want to do it to me."
"Why wouldn't I, the way you're playing with my pecker? Besides, you know I'd never neglect Irma's sweet adorable young daughter."
Becky giggled. "You never let me get any work done either."
Murray grinned at her, still feeling her ass.
"Now run along and let me finish up in here," she said. Her hand released his cock.
Murray didn't move, but he went right on giving her ass a good feel. "It's too late now, Becky. You think I'm going to walk out of her now with this boner?"
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get my mother's boyfriend all hot and excited," Becky teased.
"I'm your boyfriend, and don't you forget it. You remember that when all the guys around here are trying to get into your panties. I don't want anybody fooling around with your pussy but me."
"How about my ass?"
"No! That's off limits, too. I don't want any guy's hand-or his cock-anywhere near your
"Is it okay if I suck some boy's cock once in a while?" asked Becky, giving him her most innocent look.
He grinned at her. "You wouldn't be putting me on now, would you?"
Becky laughed playfully. "It's mean of me to get you all worked up like this, I suppose, but it isn't easy for me to keep my hands off your cock. Not after you took my cherry and got me to liking it so much."
Murray was still grinning at her as he started taking off his clothes. "Just hold onto that thought, Becky. Keep thinking about how much you love my pecker."
Teasingly she ran her hand through his hair and kissed him. "You aren't going to be mean to me and make me take care of this erection, are you?"
"I wouldn't force you to do a thing like that," he told her. "I'm going to take care of it myself-in your pussy."
Becky laughed as she got undressed. "Do you mind if I watch?"
"Be my guest. You can even join in, if you want.
As soon as she was naked, Becky pressed her jutting boobs against Murray's chest. Their mouths came together in a hotly aroused kiss and she wriggled her warm moist pussy against his solid pecker. A moment later they were on the bed together.
She raised one leg and brought it over his, so that her hands were on his chest and her cunt hovering above him. When she did that, the head of his prick touched the open lips of her excited twat and began pushing its way into her. She wriggled and squirmed above him until she had Murray's prick all the way in her. She used lewd and lascivious words to express her need for his cock and described in lurid detail her passionate lustful sexual feelings, feelings a girl isn't supposed to have when she's a senior in high school and supposed to be pure, sweet and innocent. She made it even plainer still when she told him, as she had numerous times before, how much she loved it when he fucked her.
"How come you're so hot and horny, Becky, when all you were thinking about when I came in, was getting your chores done?" he asked, grinning at her.
"Smartass! Did you think I didn't know you'd be coming here tonight wanting my pussy, and Mom's, like you do most nights? What do you suppose I've been thinking about all this time? My chores?"
He started out fucking her slow and easy, the way Becky liked it. At least the way she liked it most of the time. There were other times of course, when she wanted it hard and fast, and even a little violent. But what she wanted now was to have it slow and easy, and that's the way Murray gave it to her. She moved easily above him, keeping a steady pace, back and forth in harmony with his prick sliding in and out of her snugly clinging cunt.
Leaning over him she told him how wild she was about him, while she covered his face, neck and shoulders with hot sexy kisses. He drew her up a little so he could get his mouth onto her tender succulent titties. Young Becky had a gorgeous pair of boobs that he hungered for whenever he didn't have his hands on them. Now his hands were on them and so was his mouth, and he showed her how much he appreciated them.
He massaged them slowly and teasingly, and tickled the stiffened nipples with is fingers. Sensing his need, Becky moved her boobs closer to his face and he started kissing and licking them.
While he sucked ravenously on each of her nipples, Becky was fit to be tied. If she could have taken any more of Murray's cock into her, she would have. But he was already in her up to his balls and her cunt was stuffed with his pecker. She loved it when Murray sucked on her boobs while he was fucking her, or she was fucking him, since she was on top. Then, as if it wasn't enough that his prick was in her as far as it would go and her tit was jammed into his mouth, he reached around her and worked his finger into her asshole. That really set Becky off. If Murray was hot and horny, she was even more so. She pushed her hot pussy, with his cock imbedded in it, hard against his groin and she moaned while she caressed his head with her hands.
It gave Murray indescribable pleasure to look up into Becky's face and see the sheer ecstasy that was there when her orgasm swept through her. If Murray never got anything else out of fucking her, which was impossible to imagine, he would still have thought it worthwhile, just to see how much Becky enjoyed having his prick in her pussy.
When he shot off his load, sending a hot charge of cream spurting up into her, Becky climaxed again. She wriggled her dainty little ass like she was trying to shake it loose, while at the same time she moved it up and down on Murray's spurting cock. She let out a sexy little squeal, shivered from head to toe, then collapsed on top of him, panting and gasping for breath. Becky put on quite a show when she was getting her jollies.
Murray gave her time to catch her breath, then he rolled her onto her back and mounted her. Kneeling between her legs, he guided the head of his cock into her crotch. He didn't start in fucking her pussy right away. He let her finish catching her breath. He moved the head of his cock back and forth in her slit, stirring her tender gash with his prick like he was mixing cream and sugar into his coffee with a spoon. Becky's cuntal juices flowed out along his pecker, wetting his balls.
She began to writhe and squirm. "Put it in!" she wailed, her eyes glazed with lust.
Murray shoved his prick in partway and paused. Her pussy sucked at his long thick shaft, giving the appearance that his cock was being sucked into her hole. He fed her his prick inch by inch, until he was balls deep again in Becky's cunt.
He held the full penetration for a few moments, letting her savor the sensation as he was doing. Becky showed him how much she enjoyed having her pussy stuffed full of his cock, when she began to move beneath him.
Murray drew out until only the head of his prick remained in her tight pussy. His long thick shaft was dripping with her juices. Another wet spot formed on the sheet beneath Becky's ass. Slowly he pushed his cock into her again, his lean muscular ass corkscrewing.
Becky met his inward movement with hers, rolling her pelvis from side to side as he entered, adding twisting torque to the inward thrust.
It was more than either of them could stand for long and soon both of them were fucking together vigorously. His big hairy balls swung in and slapped against the upturned crack of her ass, like the clapper in a bell. His pelvis drove in steadily, his hips shifting from side to side as he altered the angle.
Becky threw her lovely legs around his haunches and locked her heels behind his grinding ass. He reached under her and cupped the firm cheeks of her gorgeous young ass in both hands, lifting her higher as he fucked her.
They were screwing frantically now, with no need to prolong it, both of them on the verge of coming.
"Oh lover," Becky said in a breathless whisper. "It's so good. You're always so good. Come in me ... Shoot your load into me...."
His balls exploded and he jerked wildly as his gushing load hosed her cunt deep inside. Becky wailed and got off when he did, her cunt juice seeping out to mingle with his come as it dribbled down the crack of her ass to puddle into another wet spot on the sheet beneath her wriggling asscheeks.
Murray kept driving his prick into her, shooting another load each time he plunged in, and Becky spasmed with each stroke of his pecker. Their fucking rose to a crescendo, then peaked.
His fuck-thrusts slowed, the last of his come trickling out, as they wound down from the crest of their passion. Before long, he was still. Becky continued to squirm under him for a while, to make certain she had milked his cock of all she was going to get for the time being. Then she too stopped moving. They clung to each other, their hands idly caressing one another, feeling each other's sexual parts.
Both of them dozed off to sleep for a while. When they awoke, Murray pulled his prick out of Becky's cunt. It came out partially hard and bobbed up and down, dripping come. He gripped it in his hand and gave it a few strokes, causing it to snap right back into a full-sized, formidable hard-on. Becky was quite impressed.
"Are you ready to take it up your ass now?" he asked, grinning at her.
"I'm ready for anything," she said, beside herself now with lust. "Anything you want to dish out."
The first time Murray fucked Becky in the ass, he worried that her small tight asshole would take the skin off his prick. But it didn't, because he had lubricated his cock and Becky's butthole, once she relaxed, stretched to accommodate it.
That was the key to a successful ass-fuck, using plenty of lubricant. Of course the next requirement was that the woman-or girl-who's ass you were about to invade, was willing for you to do it, rather than being uptight about it.
Murray didn't have to worry about that. Becky had had his prick up her ass often enough to know she liked it that way. And once Becky found that Murray could go up her rear end without it hurting, she wasn't at all shy after that, about suggesting he put it up her ass, whenever they had nothing better to do.
Lubricant was no problem either. Murray knew right where Connie Nelson kept it. He should, considering how often he'd had his prick up Mrs. Nelson's rear end. Taking the tube out of the bedside table drawer, he smeared it liberally over his quivering upright pecker. Then he crawled onto the bed behind Becky, who already had her ass up in the air waiting for him.
Becky, naughty girl that she was, let out a little cry of excitement, knowing she was about to get Murray's cock up her ass once more. She cried out again when Murray touched the blunt head of his prick to her butthole.
Her body twitched when she felt the contact. Then she grinned wickedly. She held herself steady, willing her ass muscles to relax as she braced herself to take Murray's long thick pecker up her rear tunnel of obscene, forbidden pleasure.
Murray had a hold of her by her hips and began to ease his prick into her asshole. Pulling her haunches back, he pulled her ass onto his cock like he was pulling a tight-fitting boot onto his foot.
Slowly the tip of his thrusting tool squeezed in and Becky's asshole began to adjust itself to make way for Murray's prick. When he thought Becky was ready, he shoved again and the whole head of his dick slipped into her ass.
Soon he was working his cock into her rear end inch by inch. When Becky began pushing her ass back at him, he knew it was feeling good to her. She wriggled around and pushed back some more, like she was as eager as he was to get on with it.
They held steady for a moment, giving Becky's ass a chance to adjust more fully, then she rode up onto Murray's pecker. Like a well-oiled piece of machinery, Murray's cock and Becky's ass moved together in unison. Then it began to feel really good.
She oohed and aahed and said naughty things, while Murray fucked in and out of her ass. Reaching under her, he got his hand on her cunt and that made Becky moan with delight. His other hand settled onto one of her tits. Then he was in her right up to his balls and to both of them, that felt fantastic.
Becky did her best to hold her position on the bed as she was buffeted about, slung this way and that on Murray's burrowing cock. The friction and the pleasure became intense. Murray's ass was gyrating with his underslung fuck strokes. Becky was in seventh heaven.
Cunt juice leaked out over Murray's fingers as he teased and tormented her pussy. And Becky began to vibrate with her approaching orgasm. Murray pumped his cock load up into her bowels, moving his prick back and forth in her ass as fast as he could.
Wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure swept through Becky and she clawed at the bedsheet and the mattress in the throes of lust and passion. Each wave came higher and closer upon the one before it, until they merged into one continuous feeling of erotic sensation.
Murray groaned and hauled her ass back as he bum-fucked her relentlessly, his hot flood of come rushing up her rear end. Rocking and undulating against him, Becky didn't let up until she milked his pecker of the very last drop of come. Murray stopped fucking and held her steady, gasping and panting for breath in the aftermath of his ejaculation.
Becky continued to grind and squirm as she worked off the final spasms of her juicy release. Then she too stopped moving and a dreamy smile expressed her feeling of blissful contentment.
For a long while they lay together, Becky with her back pressed tightly against her lover, and Murray with his arms about her, one hand on her tit, the other on her pussy and his prick buried in Becky's ass. Then they slept.
When they awoke, Murray said, "It's getting late. We'll have to change the sheets on this bed again. But first we'll get cleaned up in Connie Nelson's shower. She won't mind, since she won't know about it. You can have the pleasure of giving my cock a good wash, if you like."
Becky chuckled. "Okay. Will you wash my cunt and the crack of my ass, like you always do?"
"Wouldn't miss it for the world," said Murray.
CHAPTER TEN
After they showered and dried each other off, Becky and Murray changed the sheets and made the bed. Picking up their clothes, they checked the bedroom to make sure everything was in order. A gentle breeze coming through the open windows would soon take away the smell of sex that permeated the room.
They turned out the light and Murray followed Becky up the stairs to the apartment on the third floor. They carried their clothes, rather than put them on. Becky's mother knew he was fucking her, so what was there to hide? And Irma sure didn't mind seeing them naked, especially him. Nobody cared what Cecil thought.
On the way up the stairs with Becky's bare ass almost in his face, Murray kissed it, patted it and fingered her butthole, while Becky giggled and squealed and loved it.
On reaching the top of the stairs, Becky went right into her room, closed the door and went to bed. She was pooped. Besides, she had no interest in seeing her mother giving Cecil what he had coming to him.
When Murray entered the living room, Cecil was on the floor, stripped to his undershorts. He knelt there with his forehead on the hardwood floor, his hands tightly bound behind his back and a gag in his mouth. Irma stood over him, clad only in her dressing gown that Murray could almost see through. The show was about to begin.
Now this was more like it, Murray thought smugly. He got a kick out of it every time Irma beat the crap out of her husband Cecil. He had no use whatever for Becky's father-in-law. Murray didn't mind in the least seeing Cecil's degradation.
Nor did it bother him to be naked in front of Cecil. He walked right up to Irma, put his arms around her and gave her a long hot sexy kiss, while his hands were all over her ass.
From the floor Cecil watched as the teenage boy brazenly kissed his wife and felt her ass through the thin material of the almost transparent dressing gown she wore. They did it right there in front of him, as if it didn't matter that he was watching. His wife Irma responded by reaching for Murray's cock and playing with it, while the teenager fondled her ass.
Irma gazed at Murray with a look of love and adoration in her eyes. But her expression quickly changed to disgust when she looked at her husband kneeling on the floor, staring up at them. She looked like she was about to commit murder and Murray knew what that meant. Cecil was going to get a real working over.
The stupid piece of garbage, Murray thought to himself. If he had any backbone at all, he'd take off and never come back. The only reason he hung around at all, Murray knew, was because he got some kind of perverted delight out of what his wife Irma did to him when he got her pissed off about something he did. Murray felt grateful that Becky's mother never tried to take her sadistic urges out on him. In fact the reverse was true. She treated him like he could do no wrong. Irma was always very sweet and loving to him, and to her daughter Becky. Maybe that was why both he and Becky adored her so.
But what a shame that such a fine looking woman as Irma had to put up with this crummy piece of low life, thought Murray. But of course he knew why she kept him around. It was one thing for Irma to have her normal sexual needs taken care of by him, but she had other strong urges that had to be dealt with-kinky ones. And whenever she felt the urge to express those, it was handy to have Cecil around.
It was late, but Irma was just starting to warm up. And she would permit Murray to watch her discipline and degrade Cecil. That always added to Cecil's misery, being made to look like the scum of the earth in front of the young man he knew was fucking his wife.
The scene in the living room had Murray's full attention. It was a bizarre reality. Cecil shivered on the floor, his face red with shame and humiliation, his eyes filled with fear as he watched his wife move toward him. Irma had a short length of stiff rubber tubing, the instrument that was to inflict upon Cecil the severe pain he so richly deserved.
Irma was naked beneath her dressing gown. She looked at Murray with a warm loving smile, then undid the sash and let the garment slip off her shoulders to the floor. The sight of Becky's attractive mother never failed to arouse Murray. He responded to the act of Irma suddenly appearing naked in front of him by his long thick pecker just as suddenly springing up into an awe inspiring erection. To say that Irma was pleased, would be a gross understatement. After staring at it like it was all she could do to keep her hands off it, she was finally able to turn her attention to Cecil and her mood changed.
Irma finally believed in corporal punishment for her unreliable and untrustworthy husband. No one could ever accuse her of being a bleeding heart liberal where Cecil was concerned. He had been in jail with her as his jailor, hell would have frozen over before Cecil would have been out on parole.
That was all right with Murray. He loathed this poor excuse of a man. He didn't want him around, didn't think he belonged in the same house with Becky and Irma. Becky's mother would have been much better off without Cecil around, thought Murray.
After all, she had him and what more did any woman need? What a thrill it was, that first time he found his way between Irma's legs. Would he ever forget his first kiss on her pussy, that started off their hot, lusty continual sexual affair? He thought he was in heaven, getting into bed with Irma three or four evenings a week and fucking her. She let him do anything he wanted with her. She loved his cock, in her mouth and her cunt. And now he loved hearing her tell him he could put it up her ass, if he wanted to. He sure made it clear to her that was what he wanted.
It took a lot to put out Irma's fire, which never stayed out for long, and so easy to turn her on. Just his hand on her tits or her pussy and she was ready to fuck all evening long. That was the way he liked it, because when he was fucking Irma, he didn't want to quit any more than she did.
Though Murray knew Irma loved her daughter, he never fully realized how much. Irma made sure her daughter knew, and she was careful not to let Becky think she loved Murray more than she did her. Whenever Murray wasn't around, she didn't hesitate in taking Becky into the bedroom and getting into bed with her. Irma was a woman who delighted in swinging both ways and it wasn't long until she had Becky loving woman-to-woman sex as much as her mother did. Becky found she could get almost as hot for her mother as she did for Murray.
How foolish of Irma to have married that no good crap-ass, thought Murray. Yet he knew she I had a good reason for doing so. Those damned kinky sadistic sex needs of hers had to be expressed in some way. She wasn't about to do something nasty to him, or to her daughter. She loved them too much and showed them only loving tenderness.
But with Cecil, Irma could really let herself go. And Cecil always deserved what he got. One thing Cecil could always be certain of, besides getting his ass kicked in by Irma, was that he was in no way the head of the family. Irma was the boss and she never let him forget it.
The first time she came close to killing Cecil when she beat the crap out of him, was when he tried to put his hand up between her daughter's legs and feel her pussy. Irma expressed her displeasure, which resulted in Cecil having a concussion, four broken ribs and a dislocated hip. The Nelsons' lawn and gardens didn't win any prizes that summer.
After Cecil recovered, Becky could walk around the apartment naked, right in front of him, without worrying about him touching her. Cecil may have been a masochist, but he did want to go on living.
He was under Irma's heel. She dominated him fully and completely. When now and then he was foolish enough to defy her in the smallest matter, her wrath was terrible to behold and Cecil sometimes couldn't walk for a week.
Watching them, as Murray often did, he realized Irma found it a sweet pleasure to tear up her husband's ass, with whatever she could lay her hands on. It was what she kept him around for.
Having Murray there, smirking, while he was being brutalized by irma, added to Cecil's humiliation, which he dreaded and at the same time seemed to crave.
Tonight was shaping up into one of those outstanding occasions. Irma had not told Murray yet what she had caught Cecil doing, but he knew it was for something he had done on the floor below, where he had no business being. Irma was extremely pissed off about it.
Murray got a kind of satisfaction out of seeing Cecil get what was coming to him, because he didn't like him. But it was far from being a turn on. What really turned him on right now was looking at Irma, bare-assed naked. God, what a fabulous body she had. He was never able to look at her without wanting to fuck her.
Right now his cock was so bone-hard solid, one would never have suspected he had fucked Connie Nelson for two hours that afternoon, then fucked young Becky all evening.
Now he was standing there with an erection that was throbbing and bothering him so much, he could hardly stand still. It was like he hadn't had a piece of ass in a month.
That was because he wanted Irma's pussy. Never mind that he had enjoyed her cunt only the other night. He wanted to tell her you to forget about Cecil and go into the bedroom with him, where he would do nice things to her with his pecker. But he couldn't, of course. Irma was too wound up, too determined that Cecil was going to pay for whatever he had done that got her mad as a nest of hornets.
Irma's tits jiggled and her ass undulated as she moved to her husband kneeling on the floor. Cecil looked up fearfully at her. He moaned and whimpered, but said nothing. It wouldn't have made any difference anyway. He knew he was going to get it and there was no way out of it.
Irma loomed over her husband. "You miserable scum!" She spat out.
The rope that bound his hands cut into his wrists. His head was turned to the side, his face on the floor. His ass was raised so that it was the most elevated part of his body.
His physique lacked appeal. In fact, everything about Cecil lacked appeal. How Irma could marry anything like that, was a wonder to Murray.
Irma's tits swayed back and forth as she bent forward from the waist. She pulled Cecil's undershorts down to his knees, exposing his ass. Numerous welts and marks covered his buttocks from previous sessions he'd had with his far from loving wife.
Suddenly the punishment had begun. Irma whipped her husband's ass with the sturdy hose. It was tough, flexible and whippy. The rubber hose swished through the air and smacked down on Cecil's quivering buttocks. It came down again, and again and again.
A steady relentless throbbing in her nipples caused Irma to stop for a moment and look down at her titties. Her nipples were sticking out and were as stiffly erect as Murray's pecker. She looked from them to Murray, who was staring at them lustfully.
"Be patient, darling," she said seductively.
"You'll soon have them in your mouth." She gave him a lewd smile and he grinned back at her.
Murray could hardly wait for Cecil's punishment to be over with. Then Irma would take him into the bedroom with her and let him relieve the erotic tension that had built up in both of them. Boy, would he give her a good going over tonight! All night long!
It was a good thing Cecil was gagged. Though the apartment was up on the third floor, his unrestrained cries of anguish would have awakened the Nelsons who by this time were home and in bed.
There was movement between Cecil's legs. Despite his pain, or perhaps because of it, Cecil's cock stiffened into a full throbbing erection. Irma saw it and stopped ripping away at his ass with the rubber hose in her hand. His cock bobbed as she contemptuously kicked it with her foot.
"How can he concentrate on his punishment while he's in that condition?" she exclaimed. "I'll put a stop to that."
She dropped the hose and left the room. When she came back, she had a pair of Becky's soiled panties she had taken out of the dirty clothes hamper.
"I'll fix this filthy pig," she muttered with a sly grin playing about her mouth. Kneeling down beside him, she rubbed her daughter's panties all over his face.
Then she wrapped the panties around the head of his cock and started jerking him off. Murray watched and shook his head. Irma was really on the warpath tonight. It wasn't often she sexually teased and tormented Cecil like that, right in front of him.
Irma pulled on Cecil's cock, kneading it and squeezing it like she was milking a cow. Cecil's face showed his agony mingled with his ecstasy. Her hand moved faster and faster, pumping up and down on his solid prick. His nostrils flared and he panted for breath, as best he could with the gag in his mouth. He shot off his load, soaking the panties. Irma stopped pulling on his cock and squeezed it hard, so hard that if Cecil hadn't had a gag in his mouth, they'd have heard him screaming.
Murray gasped at what she did next. She rubbed the soaked panties all over Cecil's face, smearing his spendings onto his cheeks, chin and neck. Then she pulled the garment over his head and left it there.
From the expression on Cecil's face, he could have been sobbing. His body was shaking and trembling almost violently. The panties were down around his chin and it looked like he was wearing them for a necklace or a bib, his head having been thrust through one of the leg openings. Irma went back to whipping his ass.
She laid it on him like she was never going to quit, and she didn't until quite a while later. The only reason she did let up on him was because she had other urgent needs that had to be taken care of, and would be much more fun.
Her nipples were sticking out and were incredibly stiff. Her cheeks were glowing with color, like she was blushing. Maybe she had good reason to, considering what she was doing-staring at Murray's solid upright pecker.
Murray grinned at her, knowing what she wanted now. Irma was ready and primed, and hot to trot. She was eager now for him to start putting out her fire, which no doubt would take hours.
As a final gesture of contempt, she put her foot on Cecil and pushed him over onto his back. Then she stood over him, squatted and pissed a steady stream onto his face. It formed a puddle on the floor around Cecil's head and shoulders.
You better clean that up before you go to bed tonight!" she informed him. "Now that I'm finished with you, I'm going to do something I really enjoy. I'm going to bed with my young lover here, and he's going to eat my pussy and lick up and down the crack of my ass. Then I'm going to suck his beautiful cock-for hours. Then he's going to fuck me, in my cunt and in my ass, from now until breakfast time. Do you have any objections to that, you miserable turd?"
Apparently Cecil didn't. At least he wasn't stupid enough to say so, after Irma had taken the gag out of his mouth. Irma gave him a look of contempt, then turned to Murray. For him she had a warm loving smile. She came closer, dropping the whip she had used on Cecil and her arms went about her young lover.
"Is that all right with you, my darling?" she asked sweetly.
Murray assured her it was fine with him.
They stood with their arms about each other, hugging and kissing. Irma pressed her boobs against his sturdy chest, while he ran his eager hands all over her naked body. Finally they remembered Cecil who was still on the floor with his hands tied behind his back.
Smiling at Murray, Irma said, "You go into my room and wait for me. I'll get this useless fart started on cleaning up this mess. Then I want to take a shower and be all fresh and clean, especially between my legs. I know how my gorgeous young man likes to put his mouth on my pussy as soon as I get into bed with him."
Murray watched her as she turned her attention to Cecil, still lying in a puddle of piss. He groaned as she kicked him.
"Get up, you goat's ass," she said. "You're not so badly hurt that you can't scrub up that floor. But you will be, if you don't do a good job of it, and in a hurry."
Her tits dangled and swayed as she leaned over him and yanked him to his feet. He shook and sobbed while she undid the ropes that bound his wrists.
"Now do a good job of cleaning that up, or you'll wish you'd never been born," she warned him.
Murray started for Irma's bedroom, as Irma handed Cecil a mop and told him to get with it. In her bedroom, Murray pulled down the covers and got onto the bed. A short time later, Irma came into the room and got onto the bed with him. Her arms went about him and she pressed her naked body to his. While they kissed, she played with his pecker and Murray's hands were all over her sexy bare ass.
"I really shouldn't let you do anything tonight," she teased, when their lips finally parted.
"W-why not?" he asked.
"Not when you got more than your fair share, of loving earlier tonight, when you were downstairs in Mrs. Nelson's bedroom, screwing my daughter. I don't think it's good for a boy to have sex with two women, both in the same night, do you?"
Murray grinned at her. Two women? Didn't Irma know that she would be the third, rather than the second? Didn't she know that Connie Nelson that afternoon, had been the first one he'd fucked today? Becky had been the second, which would make Irma the third. Could it be that Irma didn't always know everything that went on in the Nelson home after all?
They clung to each other, their lips welded together in a hot passionate kiss that left them breathing heavily when they at last came up for air. Irma looked as happy as it was possible for a woman to be. And why not? She had Murray in bed with her and that was her idea of sheer heaven.
With her voice low and lewd, she said to her young lover, "I've just had my shower and I'm fresh and clean, if you want to get your head down between my legs...."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
School was out for the summer, Murray had his high school diploma-and his first job. He was a door-to-door salesman. All his friends and relatives told him he wouldn't like it, that door to door selling was for boobs who had a lot of gall and were too stupid to take no for an answer. Murray listened to them all, then wrote it off as just so much bullshit, he soon found out how right he was, and how wrong they were.
One afternoon he was in bed with his mother, having a very pleasant discussion with her. Being a loving son, he always set aside one afternoon a week, sometimes two, to visit with his mother and they always spent that time in bed together.
Most women who have sons presumably visit with them in the kitchen and talk while sipping coffee, or even chat while sitting side by side on the couch in the living room. Not Murray and his mother. As soon as he arrived, they headed straight for her bedroom, where they took off their clothes and got into bed with each other.
He and his mother had some interesting conversations while they were in bed together. But not until after they had been in bed with one another a good long while, not until they had taken care of the reason they got into bed together in the first place.
Conversation didn't flow freely during the first hour or so. They were much too busy with one another. His mother was much to intent on how good it felt to have her son's prick between her legs, while his attention was on the joyful sensations of having his cock in his mother's cunt. All he could think of was getting it in deep and keeping it there.
And he did keep it there. At least until it was time for his father-in-law to come home. Then he pulled his prick out of her pussy and he and his mother put their clothes back on, so they could give a superb performance of being a normal, well behaved mother and son.
On this particular afternoon, Murray's mother listened attentively to her son. She lay there snuggled up beside him with one leg draped over him and her hand on his cock, feeling as sexually satisfied as any woman can get, from having her son's beautiful hard pecker in her mouth, her cunt and her ass.
Now and then Murray fondled his mother's tits and played with her ass, while he told her all about his job and how much he enjoyed it. He'd had the job a little over six weeks by then.
"Not only am I making good money, Mom," he told her, "but I'm getting plenty of pussy. Of course every good salesman gets his share of that, along with his sales, assuming he's neat and presentable and the kind of man women go for."
"And you're that kind of man, I assume?" said Irene, giving Murray a lewd smile. She loved teasing her adorable manly, blonde-haired son, especially while she had a hold of his pecker and he had one hand on her tits and the other one on her pussy.
"You'll think so, after I tell you how I've been making out," he told her. "If you think a salesman like that calls on a dozen housewives a day and doesn't fuck at least three of them, then you don't know what's going on in this world. But you wouldn't be alone, Mom. The husbands of those ladies don't know what's going on either. If they did, there'd be a lot of door-to-door salesmen tarred, feathered and run out of town."
Murray got educated the first day he was on the job, with the third woman he called on. He didn't know until a lot later he could have made out with the first two also, but he was too inexperienced and too intent on doing a good job, to know they were encouraging him to make a pass at them.
But the third woman-Gladys-wasn't that subtle. She told him flat out she wanted him to follow her upstairs and get into bed with her. At least she got him that far. If he couldn't take it from there, after they were both naked and on the bed together, there wouldn't have been much hope for him.
But Murray knew what to do at that point. Gladys soon found she was with a young man who had plenty of know-how when it came to being in bed with a woman, and she showed her appreciation by giving him her pussy to kiss, lick and suck. Then she sucked his cock. After that she let him fuck her, him on top, her on top, doggy fashion and then standing up while they took a shower together.
Gladys gave Murray his lunch before sending him on his way, and a sizable order as well, which provided him with a commission like he'd been working his ass off all morning. Which in a way, he had been. She would have liked to have made it last all through the afternoon, she told him, but she had an appointment at the hairdresser's.
Murray's first two calls after lunch brought him two good sales but no pussy. Then with the third call he got both, a big sale and after the lady sucked his cock and he ate her pussy, he fucked her throughout the rest of the afternoon, in her cunt and in her ass. When he figured they were finished and he was thinking about putting his clothes back on, the lady made it clear she wanted his prick up her ass again.
For some unknown reason Murray had the silly idea that not all women liked getting it up the rear end. This in spite of the fact his mother, his sister, Katy and her daughter Marie, his high school teacher Iris, Marion Tidwell and her daughter Lisa across the street, Connie Nelson, Irma and her daughter Becky, and several teenagers and married women in his neighborhood, all let him fuck them in the ass-he still had the notion that most women didn't like being buggered, sodomized, whatever.
But this lady and numerous ones after her, managed to change his opinion about that. They soon had him believing a woman likes a hard cock in whatever hole a man wants to put it in, her mouth, her cunt or her asshole.
Showered and dressed, Murray figured he had time to squeeze in one more call. He made a good sale but there wasn't time for much else, before the lady's husband was due to arrive home. But it was time enough for the lady to unzip his pants, haul out his stiff pecker and go down on him. With her on her knees in front of him, slurping away at his dick, she gave him a blow job he wouldn't forget in a hurry. She was so good at it, he could have closed his eyes and swore it was his mother sucking him off.
He went back the next morning, after her husband had left for the office and gave her what she wanted most of all. He eased his prick into her butthole and ass-fucked her.
In the weeks that followed, Murray thought he was in pussy heaven, and making money to boot. Then he called on a lady who for a long time after, stayed in his memory. She was an older woman, about fifty, but still attractive, nicely built and just a little on the plump side. Seated beside her on the couch, he didn't figure her to be one of the horny ones. He thought it would be a good-sized sale with no screwing. Then she asked about a hairbrush in his sample case.
Murray showed it to her and she asked him to try it on her. He was about to run it through her hair, but she stopped him. "I don't mean on my head," she said with a lewd giggle and a mischievous smile. "I mean down there!"
With that she slid her ass out to the edge of the couch, pulled up her dress and spread her legs. She was without panties and the lips of her cunt were open, like her pussy was expecting a long thick cock to make its way up in there.
"I want my hair brushed there," she cooed.
"Will you do it for me?"
Only too happy to oblige, Murray dropped to his knees in front of her and slowly ran the brush through the soft curls growing over her succulent cunt meat. When he pulled the brush through the hair, she let out a moan that made his cock quiver inside his pants. She opened her legs wider and he could see the lips of her twat becoming moist with her arousal. He went on brushing her pussy hair and each time he did it, she moaned some more, until her body was actually shaking.
She leaned back on the couch, held her cunt high and said, "Ummm, that feels good. But I'm sure you could do even better with your tongue, couldn't you? A gorgeous looking young man like you must have learned a long time ago, how much a woman likes to have her cunt licked. Come on, honey. Show me how good you can do it."
When Murray hesitated, she added, "Don't worry about anyone catching us doing it. My husband is at the office and my kids are in high school. They have band practice after, so they won't be home until after their father. That's a long time away. We're all alone here and we can do anything we want to together. Do it, honey."
She took Murray's hesitation to mean he didn't want to put his mouth on her cunt, which was already giving off her womanly scent. But Murray didn't have any qualms about getting his head down there between her legs. He was simply admiring her twat before plunging in.
To Murray, her cunt was luscious. The way to tell a woman's age certainly isn't by looking at her cunt, as Murray well knew. A fifty year old pussy looks every bit as good as a sixteen year old one. This lady's cunt was lush and plump and it tasted and smelled delicious. He sucked on it eagerly and excitedly and her reaction was immediate hysteria. She wriggled her ass all over the couch, while she shrieked and squealed and had herself a wonderful time, sailing through one orgasm after another. Murray got a good hold of her by the cheeks of her ass and went on eating her cunt until he nearly drove her crazy. He could tell she hadn't had it that good in a long time.
She wrapped her fleshy thighs about his head so that he almost couldn't breathe. She was ready to smother him, to keep his mouth and tongue on her pussy.
Murray sucked on her cunt for so long she must have thought she'd found heaven. He'd already decided he wanted a steady diet of her cunt and he was determined to make it so good for her, her twat would be his from then on, whenever he wanted it. He loved eating pussy and here was a woman who certainly loved having hers eaten.
Soon he could hardly wait to fuck her. His cock was kicking up such a fuss inside his pants, he couldn't wait any longer. He shoved his pants down to his knees, along with his under shorts, and brought the head of his prick to the lips of her gash, ready to shove it into her, but she stopped him.
"No!" she panted. "Please, I mustn't cheat on my husband."
There was no getting away from the fact that Murray was stunned as he stared up at her from between her legs. If she was serious, if she wasn't putting him on, he had to do a selling job on her like he hadn't talked a woman into anything before-and quick.
He had to get her to change her mind and without taking all day about it either, or he wasn't going to get his prick into her pussy after having kissed, licked and sucked it for over an hour.
It wasn't that he couldn't accept defeat but why-when he was this close? He knew if he left her home now, without his prick ever having touched her cunt, he would never get over it. He couldn't stand that, not when he was this close, when the head of his pecker was only inches from her twat. Why, her cunt even looked like it was reaching out for his dong!
As had always happened before, the pussy he was in danger of losing or never having had in the first place, became the one he wanted most of all. Life would never be the same for him again, if he didn't savor the feel of his cock inside her twat just once.
"Mrs. Miggendorf-Maxine-sweetheart, don't tease me like that," he cajoled.
She smiled down over her belly at him. "I'm not teasing you, my pet. I'm serious."
"Well if you're serious," Murray stammered, "isn't this a little late to be getting concerned about cheating on your husband? After all, here I am between your legs, where I've been for quite a while. I don't think your husband would approve of that at all, much less the fact I've been kissing and licking your cunt-and sucking on it."
"I was afraid you wouldn't understand," said Maxine.
"What's there to understand?" asked Murray. "You have me here between your legs, letting me eat your cunt, and that's cheating on your husband. But so what if it is? You said yourself no one will ever know about it."
"You really don't understand, do you?" said Maxine. "Letting you eat my pussy isn't the same as fucking, and that's when a woman is cheating on her husband, when she lets someone other than her husband fuck her. Eating pussy is simply indulging in oral sex and that's just ... well, its really nothing more than harmless fun."
"Sure," said Murray. "You invite friends over and you spend the evening sucking cock and eating pussy. Why not?"
"Well ... no. That would be nice but my husband wouldn't go for it. I've never been able to get him to go down on me. He wouldn't be caught dead with is head between my legs, or any woman's, I'm sure. He's very set in his ways."
Maxine missed the sarcasm in Murray's voice when he commented about having friends over and eating pussy, so he tried again.
"All your hubby wants is a good old-fashioned fuck, huh? Can't say I blame him. It sure feels good when I have my prick way up in there and knowing I'm making the woman feel as good as she's making me feel."
"Yes, and the really nice part about it, as far as my husband is concerned, is that's it's quick," said Maxine. "Eating pussy can take a lot of time, like you've just spent with me, but a fuck can be over in a flash. My husband can push it into me, shoot it off, pull it out, roll over and go to sleep-in seconds!"
"What you need, Maxine, baby, is someone like me to show you how good fucking can really be," said Murray, grinning at her.
Maxine smiled indulgently. "And make me cheat on my husband? No, thank you. Oral sex is just fine for fooling around. It's friendly but not cheating. Everybody does it. I mean, even my two teenagers, my son and daughter do it ... to each other."
"They do?" said Murray, looking very interested.
Maxine chuckled. "You should see the way they hurry home from high school, then rush upstairs to her room. And when I go up and peek through the door at them, there they are, both naked, and there's my son, eating his sister's pussy. He takes his time, spending as long between her legs as you did today with me."
"Does she return the favor?" asked Murray, thinking Maxine might take the hint.
"Of course she does," said Maxine. "She loves sucking her brother's cock. And they don't mind when I watch. But I'm certain they don't fuck each other. At least I don't think they do."
Murray grinned at her. "You really believe that? You think a brother and sister who eat each other every afternoon after school, don't fuck?"
"Well, maybe they do," Maxine conceded. "If they do, there's no harm in it. They're both single and they can do anything they please, without cheating on anyone. As long as they're not cheating, its nobody's business what they do, and no one knows what they are doing anyway. So they are free to do what they want. I did, before I married my husband."
"You did?" said Murray, all smiled.
"I shouldn't admit this to a stranger," said Maxine, "even if you are kneeling there in front of me with your head between my legs, and you've eaten my pussy for the past hour until I'm nearly out of my mind. But anyway, half the men in this town have fucked me-back when we were in high school."
Murray crouched there between her legs, looking up at her with his mouth open. Maxine apparently thought further explanation was necessary.
"I-I really shouldn't be telling you this," she said in a confidential tone of voice, glancing to either side of her as though there might be someone there who could overhear her, "but my son even does it to me ... eats my pussy, I mean."
"No kidding!" said Murray.
"Many a time he's been on his knees right where you are now, with his mouth on my cunt, eating his mother's pussy. He's so good to me that way, eating me whenever I want it. And God knows I'm always after him to do it to me. He knows how much I like it, so he's always got his head between my legs. And I don't mind that my daughter often stands there and watches us while he does it to me, or while I suck his cock."
"That's nice," said Murray.
"But I would never allow my own son to fuck me," said Maxine. My God, that would be incest. And I would be cheating on my husband too. But oral sex is all in fun."
Murray was sure her husband wouldn't have seen it quite that way, but there was no point in arguing with her. She was already braced to defend her position. So the thing to do, he thought, was to trick her into letting her guard down. He went back to eating her pussy, which surprised and delighted Maxine. He brought her off three more times and that had an astounding effect.
While she was recovering from her last climax, Maxine groaned, "Oh God, why did I let it go this far? I need to feel a cock in my pussy so bad, I can hardly stand it. It'll be hours yet before Fred gets home to do it to me. But I can't let him see me all worked up like this. He'd want to know what I've been up to while he was at work. Ohhh ... I should have known I couldn't stay in control if I went too far."
Murray was grinning from ear to ear. He had her where he wanted her now. What she said was all he needed to hear. He stripped off his clothes, letting Maxine get a long exciting look at his fabulous pecker, sticking out in front of him. It was like a bar of steel, quivering in its eagerness to go up into her pussy and give her what she really wanted while her husband wasn't around, but wouldn't admit even to herself. Once he got it in her though, with his balls nestled in the crack of her ass, she would admit it soon enough. They all did then, telling him how happy they were that he didn't let them talk him out of it.
Murray grinned at the thought. Funny how a woman had to be coaxed into letting him to it to her, when all along she was on the verge of begging him to give it to her.
He didn't try to undress Maxine. Her dress was up around her waist and she was bare from there down, which was good enough. For the time being anyway. Later, after he'd fucked her at least once, he would want her full round boobs bare and he would suck on them while he held her by the cheeks of her lovely bare ass and drove his pecker back and forth in her cunt. Again he was in his knees in front of her and this time he brought the head of his cock to her open cuntlips.
"Ahhh!" Maxine cried out as she felt the swollen helmet-shaped head of Murray's prick touch the warm, moist, tender flesh of her excited gash. "Yes! Oh God, that feels good. Do it! Push it in!"
Maxine didn't have to worry about that. Murray intended to put it in right to his balls, which would bring the head of his pecker up under her ribs someplace. He let her savor the feel of his awesome prick against her cunt for several heart-stopping moments, before he eased it into her. To Murray's joy and delight, Maxine didn't waste any time fucking back.
She let out a cry of joy as Murray's cock pushed its way into her. In it went, inch by inch, shoving in a ways, then drawing back, then going in deeper. With several inches of his shaft in her, Maxine was moving her ass in an erotic motion, harmonizing with the movements his prick was making as it went in deeper and deeper.
"Oh God, you're big," Maxine cooed.
"It makes me feel good that you noticed," Murray panted.
"I feel so deliciously wicked, having your cock in my pussy, while my husband is at the office," Maxine said with a naughty giggle. "I've often thought of doing this with someone. I've really been tempted to. And sometimes, while my son was eating my pussy, it was all I could do to keep from inviting him to climb up over me and fuck his mother."
"You should have told him what you wanted, Maxine, and let him do it," Murray told her. "Once a guy gets his prick into his mother's cunt, it does wonders for a mother/son relationship."
"How would you know?" Maxine giggled.
"I have a wonderfully close relationship with my mother," he told her.
"You-you've done this to your own mother?" Maxine gasped.
"Don't look so shocked, Maxine, baby," he said between long powerful strokes into her pussy. "If the truth were known, most -likely every guy in town has fucked his own mother, before moving on to screwing other women, like I'm doing with you."
"Ohhh ... ahhh ... Oh God, this is so good. I don't know why I've been putting it off for so long."
Murray grinned down at her confidently. "All you needed was for the right guy to crawl between these lovely legs of yours."
His words caused Maxine to quiver with lust and she made it so good for him, his cock inside her throbbed in its urgent need. He kissed her again as he moved back and forth in her, a little at a time. He could feel her snug pussy hugging his shaft. It was a tight fit and he had to let her get it all, before they really went into action.
He didn't mind the time it took. He had all day to fuck her and he was going to use every minute of it. Until she reminded him, as many other women had done, that her husband would soon be home and he'd better put his clothes back on and get his ass out of there. The sensation of going into her cunt a little at a time, was exciting and it felt fabulous, to Maxine as well as to him. Everything about this mature fifty year old woman felt fabulous.
When he had his entire shaft in her, his balls were wedged in the crack of her ass. Maxine groaned as she tightened her arms about him and kissed him again.
"Now we're getting to the really good part, aren't we?" she panted. "The part where you stop teasing me and fuck me!"
His cock started moving in and out, in long slow strokes. Her slippery cuntal juices oozing from her cunt were doing their job. His thick solid prick moved easily back and forth in her tight cuntal passage and the pleasure they were feeling grew more intense. His cock was like a smooth working piston, moving in and out.
Her legs moved too. Her feet were over his calves, then up higher. She liked what she was getting and showed it, by squeezing him with her thighs, squirming and wriggling beneath this brash young salesman.
It didn't take them long. Murray shot off his load in a passionate fury and thrust forward as far as he could go. Maxine cried out with joy and took him all the way. She climaxed when he did. That was obvious from the way she was squealing and shrieking. They lay there panting and gasping, half on and half off the couch, clinging to each other.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Murray was fucking Mrs. Morton P. Mackover-Ida Mae-on the couch in the living room of her home.
Ida Mae was sprawled out on the couch with her panties on the floor and her dress up around her tits, while Murray was on top of her with his pants and undershorts pushed down around his knees.
His big long thick cock was in her all the way to his balls and to twenty-nine year old Ida Mae, it felt so good she was nearly out of her mind. She hadn't had it that good since a hot passionate affair that began a year before, when one of her husband's friends stopped by on the pretext of returning Morton's golf clubs, and he stayed there fucking her all afternoon.
But what she was getting now was so much better. God, she never dreamed it could ever be this good. Murray just had to be the best there was and Ida Mae knew what she was talking about, or rather thinking about, because she wasn't saying a thing while this young stud was fucking her into a state of ecstasy.
She was thinking plenty though, about a steady stream of pricks she had tried out all through high school and college, in her mouth, her cunt and up her ass. And she didn't pass up any that came her way after she became a loving devoted wife to Morton either.
Ida Mae was a beautiful woman with a superb body who loved cock, and her hot passionate nature demanded plenty of it. If there was one thing she knew all about, it was pricks-and men. She knew a sensational fucker when she had one on top of her, his hips between her thighs, his cock in her pussy and his big hairy balls in the crack of her ass.
That's what she had now, and what made it all the better was that her fondest wish had come true. This one was younger than her, not even twenty yet. And God, did he ever know how to fuck! This one was so much better than all those older ones, like her husband.
Murray thought Ida Mae was pretty sensational too. No sooner had he taken her panties off and got his mouth onto her cunt, than she all but drowned him in her climactic spendings. He lapped it all up though, and went on eating her for over an hour, before he climbed on top of her and gave her what she wanted even more than the most fabulous muff-diving she'd ever had.
Ida Mae lost no time in showing him what a fabulous piece of ass she was. Murray was impressed. She was as hot and passionate, as knowledgeable about what a man liked, and almost as good a lay as his mother.
Ida Mae was quite a lady. Her husband was president and general manager of Mackover Corporation, which produced all the goods that Murray was so successful in selling door to door. Ida Mae was Murray's crowning achievement. He'd had his eye on her for some time, and now at last he was fucking her, his boss's wife.
When Murray shot off his load and Ida Mae squealed and shrieked her way through her fourth orgasm, they nearly rolled off the couch.
As soon as Murray got his breath back, he got to his feet and took off his clothes. Sprawled across the couch, her dress up around her waist, Ida Mae looked up at him, lust still glowing in her lovely blue eyes. Reaching out, she took hold of his prick and played with it.
"It looks like it's far from being finished," Ida Mae noted.
"It's just barely got started," Murray said, grinning down at her. "What it did so far was just to get acquainted. Now it will get even better."
He was about to mount her again but Ida Mae stopped him. "A couch is a great place for a woman and her young man to become lovers," she said. "But once they are lovers, they can do much better for each other if they are in bed together. Don't you think so?"
Murray agreed wholeheartedly and she led him upstairs to her bedroom. When she got onto the bed, he lay down beside her and pulled her into his arms.
Taking his head in her hands, Ida Mae pressed her open mouth to his, kissing him passionately. He kissed back, their open mouths welded together. Murray thrust his tongue inside her mouth, tasting the sweetness of it. She leaned into him, her boobs grazing his bare chest. The full, round and soft warm mounds flattened as they pressed against him. He could feel their warmth through the thin material of her dress and bra.
He embraced her, shoving his tongue in deeper. As they kissed, she caressingly ran her hands over his bare shoulders. Ida Mae thrilled to the feel of his trim muscles, flexing beneath her fingers. Her questing hand moved to his crotch. Something was moving down there-his cock. It spasmed in its i erectness. She felt it grow even longer and thicker and her fingers entwined about the sturdy shaft.
She fondled it, exploring its impressive length and thickness, marveling that it had already been in her all the way to his balls without splitting her in two. She cooed softly as she teasingly squeezed the meaty, mushroom shaped head. Murray liked her doing that, his tongue rubbing hers excitedly.
Ida Mae felt like her blood was boiling. Her cheeks were flushed and she was hotly aroused. Her nipples tingled, swelling with lewd sensations. They puckered, stiffened, became erect, so that they jutted against the thin fabric of her bra and dress.
She broke off the kiss finally, gently disengaging from her young lover's demanding mouth. He started to say something but she silenced him with a finger to her lips.
"You lie back and leave everything to me, my love. I know the kind of fun you're looking for."
Sitting up, she pulled her dress up over her head and as soon as it was on the floor, she took off her bra. Ida Mae hungrily chewed on her lips as she gazed at her young lover's long hard pecker, fully erect.
"What better proof does a woman need, that you're hot for her?" She gazed into his eyes with a lewd smile. "Today you are mine, my man, my lover."
"And tomorrow?" he asked, fondling her bare tits.
"I mean from today on," said Ida Mae, making her meaning clearer. "You started my fire. Now you have to take care of me."
"I started your fire?" said Murray, grinning at her. "Baby, you were already hot to trot when you let me in the door."
Ida Mae giggled. "I know. I was looking out the living room window when I saw you coming up the walk, and I liked what I saw. By the time you rang the doorbell, I'd already decided I wanted you to fuck me."
Murray was in urgent need of her. His quivering cock bobbed and jerked. He gazed enraptured at Ida Mae's superb naked body, at her full round tits, at her curvaceous polished thighs, at her well rounded sexy ass. Then he stared at her pussy, the cuntlips open and inviting. He wrapped his arms around her warm thighs as she rolled around on the bed with him.
She straddled his legs and his quivering cock brushed her thighs. She felt the heat from his stiffly erect woman pleaser. Or maybe it could more accurately be called a wife pleaser, she thought. Other men's wives, that is, since he didn't have a wife of his own.
She wondered idly how many wives in this town had been pleased by Murray's gorgeous prick. He had the ideal job for it, being able to call on several women like her every day, while their husbands weren't home. If he found it as easy to fuck the others as he did her, he was doing all right for himself, she thought. His prick was indeed a wife pleaser.
And not only that ... if there was anything to the gossip she heard among her women friends, Murray's prick was also a mother pleaser. Several of her friends were absolutely certain Murray was screwing his mother whenever they were alone together.
That didn't shock Ida Mae at all, since it was really quite a common thing. There was a lot more of it going on than most people realized. When she was a teenage girl, her brother had no trouble screwing Mom, while Dad was at work and she was out somewhere. And Ida Mae knew for a fact many of her women friends were being fucked by their teenage sons, though they thought they were keeping it a deep dark secret. Several of the mothers made it with their sons as soon as they arrived home from high school, while others, who's husbands were frequently out of town on business, had their sons sleeping with them-and fucking them-each night while father was away.
Hell, thought Ida Mae, what could be more normal than a boy's first piece of ass being with his mother, who could teach him all he needed to know about making it good for a woman and himself?
It pleased her that Murray looked like he was consumed with lust for her. His mouth was open and his eyes were bright and glazed. She moved so that her stiff-nippled tits brushed his face. He gasped as she swayed her upper body from side to side, rubbing her tits against his chest.
Her hands on the back of his head pulled him to her, burying his face between her soft warm fleshy mounds, like she was sheltering him there in her cleavage. The succulent mounds pressed the sides of his heated face. Ida Mae pulled back. Cupping a tit in her hand, she guided it to his mouth and Murray lunged at the nipple and sucked it with passion. She pressed his head firmly to her bosom and smoothed down his hair while he nursed on her nipple.
While he devoured her tit, she reached down and her fingers closed again around his hard cock. She loved playing with it and it throbbed in her caressing grip. Delicately, stimulatingly, she fondled it, running her fingers along the shaft. It grew steadily hotter and redder. He moaned with pleasure when she took a hold of his balls and lovingly played with them. They were tight and hard in their sac and she felt thrilling sensations in her stiff nipple, the one he was sucking on, helped along by his licking, sucking and gentle and gentle chewing. Her cunt began to leak out its juices of arousal and her labia throbbed.
Murray sighed softly as she pulled back, taking her tit from his mouth. When she lowered her head to his lap, she heard him gasp with pleasure. Her mass of light brown hair caressed his cock and his balls. Holding onto his prick, she took it into her mouth and sucked on it as gently as a mother kissing her baby.
Murray trembled all over as his aroused cock was caressed and sucked. He loved getting a blow job from any of the women and girls who frequently went down on him. But this was really special. He thrilled to the idea of Ida Mae having his prick in her mouth. This was his boss's wife sucking his cock and the way she was going at it, she was letting him know she'd be sucking his dick a lot from now on, as well as letting him fuck her whenever he wanted to. And already he was wondering how she would feel about him screwing her in the ass.
He closed his eyes and his head tilted back against the padded headboard of the bed. Ida Mae's tongue fondled the head of his prick, tantalizingly licking it. She rubbed it against the roof of her mouth. Lowering her head more, she took him deeper into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him and her head bobbed up and down.
Soon her head was bobbing faster and faster. Her puckered lips caressed the heated shaft of his cock as they glided up and down on it. He moaned softly and repeatedly, rolling his head from side to side.
Ida Mae took his cock as deep into her mouth as she could, so that it was way back in her throat. Then she lightly played with his balls, knowing that would bring him off.
That did it and Murray cried out from the intense sensation. Ida Mae clamped her mouth around his throbbing cock as his hot load gushed from the swollen head and she swallowed it as it spurted into her mouth. It slid down her throat like melted honey and to her it was just as sweet and delectable. Murray cried out as the force of his orgasm rocked him.
Ida Mae swallowed all of his gushing load and didn't miss a drop. But she wasn't about to let it go at that. She sucked him off a second time and to Murray, that was even more fabulous than the first. But her third blow job was the best of all. She wasn't at all worried that he might not be able to fuck her afterward. From what she had heard about him from other women, close friends of hers who had been called on by the ardent young door-to-door salesman, Murray was indestructible. He could have his cock sucked a dozen times and still be able to fuck. And once he started fucking-or eating pussy-he just didn't quit. At least not until he was confronted with the fact that the lady's husband was going to be home any minute. Then he was willing, even eager to depart from her cunt, to return another day and another time that was more convenient, and safer, to continue with whatever he was doing to it with his mouth and his pecker.
Ida Mae's sucking mouth milked him of every last drop, which she happily swallowed. She kept his hard cock in her mouth long after it had stopped shooting. It remained rigid after the last tremors of his third orgasm has faded away.
Now they were coming to the really good part, she thought, where instead of his cock being her mouth, it would be in her cunt again. God, how she loved that. After their first fuck that afternoon she had become addicted to his cock. It made her happy too, knowing how much he loved screwing her.
She raised her head, rubbing her lips against his heated and well sucked cock. The throbbing shaft with its pulsing veins was shining with her saliva. Holding the head of his cock in her mouth, she swirled her tongue around it, before she let it slip from her oral grasp.
Ida Mae's own needs and desires were now so urgent she could hardly stand it. With her hands on his shoulders, she urged him to lie down on his back, stretched out on the bed. He didn't need any urging. His prick was stiff, strong and impatient.
His chest rose and fell from his heavy breathing.
"Let me do something for you now, Ida Mae," he urged. "Move your cunt up here and sit on my face, so I can eat your pussy again."
"There'll be time enough for that later, darling," Ida Mae said sweetly. "My husband-your boss-won't be home until supper time, which is a long way away, so we have all the time in the world to do anything we want to do. And right now I want you to fuck me."
Her hand closed on Murray's erection, so that the bulbous-shaped head jutted from the top of her fist. He sighed happily when she squeezed his cock, causing a single drop of come to ooze from its purple tip. She licked it up, savored it for a moment, then swallowed it.
Running her hand over her cunt, she satisfied herself that she was well lubricated. Inside, she was very wet. Her secretions oozed out of her snatch. Straddling Murray's hips, she held his cock upright. Her folded legs pressed his sides and her pussy was poised over his cock.
Up on her knees, she lowered herself until Murray's flesh touched hers, with the head of his prick pressing into the lips of her cunt. Urgent desire filled them both. Ida Mae rubbed the head of his pecker along her wet pussy lips.
The strong sensations that came because of that, left her breathless and gasping. She guided his cock into position between the lips of her cunt and lowered herself onto it. The swollen head of her young lover's massive prick was a solid wedge that pried her cuntlips open, spreading them to the sides as the shaft went in. Murray was hard to stifle a cry of passion.
Ida Mae gasped and shivered as the hefty shaft filled her, pulsing against her slick membranes. She lowered herself farther, taking more of her lover's magnificent prick into her. Murray's tool, as she had found, was long and thick. Her membranes stretched to make room for it. She could see he was shaken with the lewd sensation of his prick going into the cunt of his boss's wife.
She chuckled softly as she gazed down at him. "What a terrible young man you are. You really enjoy fucking your boss's wife, don't you?"
Murray grinned up at her. She knew damned well what a thrill it was for him to be fucking the wife of the boss. Besides, she just had to be the best piece of ass that ever was, except maybe for his mother. After all, he had already fucked a good many married women in this town and all of them were almost, but not quite as good as his mother. That was because he and Mom had been making it together for a hell of a long time and they knew every little thing that turned the other one on. But that didn't take away from the fact that Ida Mae was a sensational piece of ass.
He had a fleeting thought of Ida Mae's husband, as he often did when he was fucking a married woman. He pictured the expression on the boss's face, if he could see them now, him fucking his wife and the way Ida Mae was enjoying it.
He was shaken then by the thrill of his hardy shaft sliding deeper into the warm soft fleshy folds of Ida Mae's tight cunt. She was all hot wet velvet inside. She had his prick most of the way in her. His cockhead bumped the mouth of her womb. Her labia circled the base of his shaft. She leaned forward, causing him to fill her even deeper.
She stretched out on Murray's firm body. Her stiff-nippled tits graced his face and she stuffed a nipple into his mouth. While he sucked on it, she moved, rocking her hips back and forth, then sideways. Sexual friction thrilled both of them as his hard pecker moved back and forth in her snug passage.
Her buttocks jiggled as she raised and lowered herself. When her hips moved forward, his massive cock emerged into view from between her cuntlips. Then she lowered herself again, taking his prick into her deeply, grinding her hips into his so that her pussy lips pressed flat against him. While she was wriggling and squirming, she felt his hands grab hold of her by both cheeks of her writhing ass.
"Oh Murray," she groaned, "You're the best I've ever had."
"I'll bet you say that to all the door-to-door salesmen," he replied, grinning up at her.
"This is no time to be a smartass," she warned. "I can easily snap your cock off at the roots, like a dry twig."
Ida Mae gave her hips a few last violent writhings, grinding herself savagely onto her young lover's cock to bring herself off. She sailed into her climax, sobbing in ecstasy. She sat upright on his spurting cock, shaking and writhing. Murray let out a cry of passion, his body rigid and trembling.
Her pussy quivered convulsively, contracting rhythmically and squeezing his spurting cock, milked it dry. They rested for a while.
Soon he was on top of her again and with her arms and legs wrapped about him, he fucked her once more into a state of ecstasy. Then after another short rest, he fucked her doggy fashion. After that, they lay on their sides, facing each other and he fucked her that way. Then she turned over with her back to him. His arms were about her, a hand on each tit. He shoved his cock up into her and he fucked her through three fabulous orgasms.
Ida Mae had to rest because she felt as though her bones had turned to jelly. She lay on her side with her ass pressed into Murray's groin, resting and recovering. Murray's cock inside her was still hard. Finally she pulled her ass away and her pussy tingled as his cock slid from her and pulled free.
She turned over and lay alongside him, one leg draped over his thigh and her arms about him. He pressed up against her, so that his cock rubbed against her pussy. Their mingled juices oozed out of her cunt, trickling down her thigh and wetting the bedsheet. He held her by her tits, one in each hand.
After a while she was able to speak. "Darling, it's such a delight to have you in bed with me. We're going to have some wonderful times together from now on, aren't we?"
"You know we are," said Murray, grinning at her. "If my boss ever finds out what a good time I'm having with you, that will be the end of my sales career. But you're worth the risk, baby."
She snuggled up in his arms with her lips close to his ear, and she said softly, "I'm really enjoying this. What a naughty wife you must think I am, cheating on my husband this way. And with one of his salesmen, of all people. His favorite one too, the one he has high hopes for, the one he says will go far."
"I already have," said Murray, grinning at her. "Fucking the boss's wife is going pretty far."
"Maybe a little too far," Ida Mae giggled.
"You were worth it though, baby," he told her.
"I couldn't help myself," said Ida Mae. "I just had to have you. And I'm so glad now I did. Oh it feels so good having you in bed with me like this, doing nice things to me."
Before Murray could reply to that, she started doing nice things to him. Flinging a leg over him she came over on top, straddling him. Reaching between her legs, she took hold of his cock and held it steady while she lowered her cunt onto it. Before he even had time to get his hands on her tits that were swinging back and forth, she was moving up and down on his cock, from the head down to the base and back up.
"God, are you ever hung," she panted. "What a thrill for all the housewives you call on door to door."
She groaned each time she lowered herself down onto him, taking the full length of his pecker up into her cunt. Soon he was helping her by heaving his ass up from the bed and lunging at her. That really made her squeal. Her hips and ass churned around and if he hadn't had a firm grip on her tits, she might have shaken them loose. Ida Mae was hot and wild and sexy, and left no doubt in Murray's mind that she liked to be fucked.
He didn't get a chance to rest all afternoon. Not that he wanted to. He fucked her all through lunch hour and into the afternoon, in every position she was willing to get into. Murray thought he could show her a few things he'd learned from his mother, but apparently there wasn't anything that Ida Mae hadn't already tried. Finally he realized he wasn't there to be Ida Mae's teacher. He was just there to have a good time. Besides, he wasn't even doing all the fucking. Ida Mae was.
"You lay there and rest," she said after a while. "I have to go to the bathroom and pee pee."
Almost before she got off the bed, he was asleep. When she came back, she awakened him by getting back onto the bed. She cuddled up in his arms and with a playful giggle, she said, "Now, where were we?"
Murray laughed. "Aren't you finished with me yet?"
"No way," Ida Mae replied. "What do you want to do now?"
"Don't you have any idea?" she asked. "Not a clue," said Murray. "What else is left? I want you to fuck me in the ass!"
Ida Mae did most of it. She reached into the bedside table drawer and brought out a tube of lubricant, which she smeared all over Murray's stiff pecker. Then she got into position with her ass in the air. Murray scrambled around on the bed, coming up behind her, grabbed hold of her by her hips and prodded the crack of her ass with the head of his cock. Ida Mae let out a little squeal and then Murray's cock was making its way into her ass.
"God are you ever tight," he groaned, giving another push.
"Well why wouldn't it be?" Ida Mae replied. "I'm practically a virgin back there. I don't let just anybody fool around back there. Even my husband doesn't go near my butthole. It's like I've been saving it for the right man to come along. And after all the nice things you did to me today, I just knew you could handle it."
"Well I'm sure going to try, baby," Murray panted.
"You're doing just fine. You like fucking me in the ass, don't you? I can tell."
"Yes, I love fucking your bumhole," Murray admitted with a laugh.
