Outwardly, suburbia maintains the strait-laced middle-class look that belies the social ferment behind closed doors.
There is the secret use of drugs, fed by the marijuana syndrome. There is the river of alcohol flooding from door to door under the euphemism of social drinking. Then, of course, inevitably there is the advent of wife-swapping. All in the spirit of good, clean fun ... but where does the fun stop and the degradation begin? When one excess leads to another-and another-to what? When the children set as their own lifestyle what already is the norm at home?
This is the story of one family, in one town, Anywhere, U.S.A. It is startling as a mirror of a way of life behind closed doors. No facade. No regrets. Indeed, to them it is the norm.
And outside their lives go on. Business and its daily conflicts. School and its trials and triumphs.
THE NEIGHBORS WERE VOYEURS-a novel of fiction for entertainment. A page of our restless society as food for serious thought.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
James Travis sat on the terrace smoking a cigarette, looking out at the lights that snaked down the canyon road toward the city. It was a warm summer evening r and he wore only a T shirt and jeans. He had only started smoking recently, and he did so uncertainly, but with determination-he thought it made him seem sophisticated. James was eighteen years old. Most of his friends were health freaks and had been scared off cigarettes and, by smoking, he felt a bit of a rebel.
At the moment, he had a hard-on.
He also had high hopes that very soon, he was going to be allowed to slip his big prick into Bunny Johnson's cunt.
James was a virgin.
He wasn't sure if Bunny Johnson was cherry or not, but he hoped that if she were, it was a state soon to be ended. That was the main reason why he had asked Bunny for a date. He didn't really like the girl very much, he thought she was smug and self-centered.
But she was also sexy as hell.
She had blonde hair and big blue eyes and the most delightful set of jiggling tits. She was a cheerleader at school and very popular, and best of all, he had heard it rumored that she fucked.
Now his hopes had been raised.
When he'd called for her, thinking they would go to the movies, she had told him straight off that her parents had gone out for the evening and she suggested that they just stay at home. To James Travis, a young boy with a perpetual hard-on, that signified only one thing.
Bunny had taken him out to the terrace and excused herself so she could fetch them something to drink. He sat on a swing seat and crossed his legs to conceal his hard-on until it was time to bring it out.
His cock was big. He knew that for a fact, because he had looked at the pricks of his classmates in the showers and the locker room and not one of them had a larger cock than he. The center of the basketball team had a prick almost as long-but he was seven feet fall, so James' cock was lots bigger in proportion. And James was well-proportioned. He was a running back on the football team and played center field on the baseball team. He was a tall boy with developing muscles and a trim, lean body. He had a shock of sandy hair that refused to stay neatly combed but which he wore cut short and trim. He was handsome, with a few freckles and soulful gray eyes and a firm chin.
Girls liked him.
They would have liked him even more if they had seen his cock. His prick was a full nine inches long, the stalk thick, and the knob shaped like a mushroom. The underside was seamed by a thick, dark vein, and his balls were big and full of juice. He had noticed that the other guys glanced at his prick and seemed to be impressed by the amount of meat he carried. Once in a while, he got a hard-on in the locker room, and that was sort of embarrassing, but lots of other guys did, too, so it wasn't too bad. He jerked off three times a day, but never in public. Some of his schoolmates had circle jerks and contests to see who could spray a jet of jism the farthest, but James always declined such a challenge.
He was saving his cock for a girl.
For Bunny Johnson, in particular-and soon.
Or so he hoped at the moment as he waited for the sexy girl to return. A cool evening breeze caressed his cheek and ruffled his short, crisp hair. From within the house, a record started playing, just loud enough to provide pleasant background music.
Bunny came onto the terrace with a tray.
Bunny was wearing a very short skirt that showed her thighs almost up to the crotch and a cotton blouse that was scooped low at the neckline so that her deep cleavage was exposed.
She put the tray down on the tile-topped table.
As she leaned over to do so, James could see almost the full sweep of her tits, hanging heavily into her blouse. He thought, although he couldn't be sure, that he'd had a glimpse of nipple.
Bunny giggled.
"Daddy forgot to lock the liquor cabinet," she said. "You like vodka, Jimmy?"
"Sure," he said, never having tried the stuff.
She sat beside him, her hip touching his.
"This is cozy," she said.
They sipped the drinks.
James put out his cigarette.
Despite his extreme horniness, he was a bit shy. He didn't know how to make the first move, and he didn't want to do anything too bold to make the girl angry or shocked.
She was eyeing him, an amused look on her pretty face.
"Want to kiss me?" she asked.
James grinned and moved his mouth to hers. He kissed her lightly, their lips merely brushing together. But then her hand came up behind his head, and she began to grind her mouth on his. After a moment, he felt her hot tongue probe at his lips. It slipped into his mouth, and he began to suck on it passionately. They had both started to pant, inspired by the kiss, breathing right into each other's open mouth.
He guessed those rumors about Bunny must be true.
She drew back, regarding him with hot eyes.
"You're kind of shy, aren't you?" she asked.
"Errrr-"
"Silly," she purred.
James was starting to sweat.
"You can feel me up if you want to," Bunny suggested.
James cupped one of her plump tits.
She wore no bra, and he could feel her big nipple explode against the palm of his hand.
"Ummm," she sighed, moving against his caress.
He slipped his hand down inside her blouse and got a feel of bare tit, smooth and soft and warm. He kneaded her fat tit globes and then began to pull gently on her nipples.
"I like that," she sighed.
They kissed again, with James massaging her tits with both hands now. Then she drew back again and lifted her arms. She drew the blouse off over her head, leaving herself bare to the waist. James gaped at her magnificent tits, and she arched her slender back, proudly presenting the big, stiff-tipped tit-globes for his inspection and appreciation.
"Like them?" she giggled.
"Yeah!"
"Play with me, Jimmy," she urged.
His hands moved onto her tits again, and her hand went behind his head. He thought that she was drawing him into another kiss. But instead, she pulled his face down to her tits. He gave a little gasp, amazed at how wonderfully well everything was proceeding. He began to kiss her tits, then to suck on her taut nipples.
Bunny writhed and moaned against him.
Holding his head to her tits, she took his hand by the wrist and guided it down to her cunt mound.
Groping blindly, his face buried in her big tits, James realized that the girl had drawn her short skirt even higher, above the hips-and then, to his joy, he realized that she wore no panties.
James' hand was cupped on naked cunt! Bunny's smooth thighs closed over his hand, u pressing, urging him to fondle her pussy. Then she spread her legs wide apart.
Her cunt felt like a glowing ember between her legs.
James rubbed and stroked along her cunt lips and over her tingling clit and then slowly slipped his middle finger up her fuck hole. She purred with pleasure, her whole body pulsing. Her pussy seemed to be sucking on his finger.
He could just imagine how it would suck on his fat prick!
He drew away from her tits so that he could look down at her cunt. He gave a little moan at the sight. Her pink cunt lips had unfurled like the petals of a meaty blossom, and her cunt crack had turned into a wide oval, flooded with cunt juice.
"Do you like my pussy, Jimmy?" she whispered.
"Oh, gee-"
"Rub it, Jimmy-play with my cunt."
He began to push three fingers in and out of her pussy, and she wailed as she worked her foaming cunt around on his hand, her hips working like pistons, her slim belly pumping. It occurred to James that he might be defeating his own purpose now. If he brought her to a climax with his hand, maybe she would be satisfied with that and not want to fuck. But it was hard to stop what he was doing. Her pussy was so hot and juicy, and it was pulling on his fingers like a suction cup.
Her hand moved up his leg.
She touched his prick.
"Oooooh! Your cock's so big," she sighed.
She began rubbing his cock and balls through his jeans, tracing along the contours as if to judge the size.
"Can I take your cock out?" she asked.
What a silly question, thought James.
She began fumbling with his belt and snaps, and when she got them open, she started playing with his zipper, drawing it down a couple of inches, then pulling it back up an inch, but moving it lower all the time. James was squirming in a positive torment. But he wasn't worried. He figured that with things going this well, he was certain to get something in the end. He hiked his ass up as she dragged the zipper all the way down. He was wearing white underwear, and as the fly of his jeans flopped open in a parted wedge, his prick surged out, dragging the white cotton with it. A damp patch spread out where the tip of his swollen cockhead had started to ooze pre-cum.
Bunny caressed his cock through his shorts for a moment.
Then she pulled the elastic band out wide and tucked it down under his balls, so that his prick and nut sac were bared.
His bloated cock-knob throbbed with passion now.
Bunny fingered his cockhead, then folded her hand around the stalk and began to pump it up and down.
He was still fingerfucking her pussy.
"Want to make each other come?" she asked.
James hesitated. Her caressing hand did feel wonderful, and yet, he had been hoping for more than a hand-job.
Bunny seemed to read his mind.
"You thought you were gonna fuck me, didn't you?" she asked.
"Well-I'd sure like to."
She giggled.
"Oh, I fuck," she told him. "Don't worry about that."
James almost fainted with expectation. "I blow, too."
James hadn't even dared hope for that.
"Will you-can I--? "
"We got all night, huh?"
He croaked a wordless response.
"What I like to do," she said, giving him an impish grin, "is to jerk a guy off, first. And I like to come on his hand, at the same time. That's because the first come is always pretty quick, you know? I mean, hard as your cock is, you're gonna blow your wad in a few minutes-and my cunt is about ready to cream, too."
James nodded his agreement-hoping wildly.
"So there's no sense in starting to fuck right away, since it would be over too fast. So I'll jack you off, and you finger-fuck me, and we'll both get our rocks off. Then I'll make your cock hard again, and we can have a nice, long fuck."
"Yeah!" the boy gasped with total enthusiasm.
She was grinning wickedly at him.
Her hand had stopped moving, and she held him by the root of the cock so that his big fucker towered up from her fist, the vein pulsating up the stalk and the fat knob flaring. Thick drops of pre-cum had seeped from the parted cleft and were running down his cockhead onto his shaft, leaving a glistening wake like the trail of a snail. A foamy nugget of fuck cream ran onto her forefinger.
"Yummy," she said, looking at his cock-juice. She licked her lips.
The sight almost made James shoot.
Bunny winked at him, her fist squeezing his prick.
"Maybe I'll take your cock in my mouth for awhile," she whispered. "After I pull you off-to make you hard again-after your sweet prick is all slathered with jism. I like to drink jizz."
"Oh, Jesus," the boy croaked in sexual agony.
He began to hump up and down, fucking through her fist. Bunny leaned over him and began to beat on his cock with skimming strokes, her fist rising and falling in counterpoint to his hips. He was so carried away that he forgot to finger-fuck her for a moment. But she took him by the wrist and moved his hand, showing him what she wanted.
He began to shudder.
He heard a click as his car keys dropped out of his pocket onto the tiles, but he was not about to interrupt this manual caress in order to pick them up at the moment.
Bunny began to whimper, her pelvis dancing wildly, and he felt her cunt start to melt on his hand. He was shoving all four fingers in and out of her fuck hole now, and his thumb was sweeping back and forth across her turbulent clit as he brought her to the peak.
Her whole body was shaking violently. But she never missed a stroke on his prick. Even as the thrill built to the crest in her loins, she continued to pump his cock up and down with a steady rhythm.
"Come," she wailed. Her fist flew down, causing his prick-knob to flare as she dragged the foreskin back. "Come for me-come with me-I want to see you shoot that stuff out, Jimmy!"
The girl's erotic words were every bit as inspirational as the caress of her hand. "Yeah! Here it comes!" he cried. His balls exploded.
Thick jism rushed up his prick and spurted from the fiery head in a great, frothy deluge. The first burst rose a good three feet into the air and hung suspended for a moment, then tumbled sluggishly back onto his belly and her forearm, just as his second powerful jet hosed from his cock-knob.
Bunny's cunt was creaming wildly now, as she stared down, watching in fascination as her fist pumped his jism out.
She milked him to the bone.
James slumped back on the seat, panting.
Bunny's hand continued to push-pull as she made absolutely certain that she had pumped every precious drop of jism out of his swollen cock and bloated balls, and her hips continued to grind and heave as she worked her own climax off.
She grinned at James.
He smiled back contentedly.
Oh, what a night this was going to be!
CHAPTER TWO
James leaned back in the seat and hiked his ass out to the edge, his cock jutting up. Despite his milky deluge, pumped out by her hand, his vitality had ebbed only slightly. Was his cock softer now? Well, it was not apparent. His big prick stood taut as a bowstring, ready to twang with another arrow of lust. It was as long as ever. Perhaps his balls had deflated slightly, but he knew from experience that they would soon replenish themselves.
If only Bunny had not changed her mind, now that she had climaxed and spent the urgency of her need.
But she was grinning saucily at him, showing no signs of lessened desire.
Was he really going to get fucked now? Or maybe sucked off? These were things that he had dreamed of and longed for, and now that the prospect seemed to be at hand, he was dazed with expectation.
"Gee-you come an awful lot," Bunny said.
James glanced at her to see if she was paying him a compliment or complaining that he'd soaked her with his cum. He could see jism glistening on her hand and forearm. The jet of cum had left his cock with such force that he had half-expected it to shoot over the balcony.
Bunny looked quite happy about it, however.
"I love it when a boy shoots a lot of jizz out," she told him.
James felt a twinge of jealousy.
How many other guys had she jacked off? Or worse? He would have liked to be her first lover. But then, he reasoned that if Bunny had been an innocent, virginal sort of girl, he probably wouldn't have had a hand-job off her-not to mention the blow job or fuck that he was so desperately looking forward to.
He couldn't have it both ways, he knew.
If he wanted a girl to be a talented lover, he had to look for a girl with experience. And if he wanted a chaste girl, he had to be prepared to coax and wheedle and plead just to get a feel of tit. On the whole, the horny lad thought, he would rather suffer the odd twinge of jealousy than the agony of unemptied balls.
Bunny was looking at him from under lowered eyelashes, perfectly aware of how her words were affecting him-and enjoying it.
"I love to feel jizz splash up my cunt," she said.
James gave a little gasp.
"I love to swallow a nice, hot load, too."
He stared at her in awe and amazement. How could a girl admit that? he wondered.
James, although he had longed for a blow job ever since he first found out what the words meant, had always thought that nice, proper girls didn't suck cock unless it was with their fiances or husbands-certainly not with just anybody. He thought that only whores and tramps would suck a prick at the drop of a hat.
Maybe Bunny was a tramp, at that. She sure talked like one and acted like one. But she lived in this upper class home up in the hills above the canyon, and James could not reconcile the two. He could not imagine a girl from a good home, with plenty of money, being a tramp. He thought about it for a second. Maybe being wealthy gave a girl the right to behave as if she was from a slum. It seemed sort of logical. He knew that the richest girls at school often wore the most frayed and ragged jeans, as if to renounce materialism, while the girls from poorer homes usually tried to dress as fashionably as they could, with the nicest clothing that Woolworths could provide them. Maybe it was the same with fucking. Rich girls could afford to renounce chastity and morality as they did materialism.
Bunny saw how intently he was looking at her.
Smiling, she raised her hand towards her face.
Her pink tongue fluttered out, almost touching her cum-smeared hand. She gazed at James through her lowered lashes, watching his reactions. His mouth was hanging open.
Bunny lapped up a drop of jism from her hand.
James moaned, and his cock began to hum like a tuning fork to the vibrations of his lust.
"Ummm," the girl purred. She licked up another drop.
James could see the thick nuggets of jism running around on her tongue as she savored the flavor. Her lips were parted-she wanted him to see.
She swallowed the stuff.
"Yummy," she said.
Then she leaned down and used her hot tongue to gather up a load of spunk from his belly, lapping it up like a cat drinking cream from a bowl. She moved down and licked his sticky thighs.
She was avoiding his cock for the moment.
But James was not worried about that, for he understood that the delay was just a bit of teasing. He felt positive, now, that Bunny was going to suck him off. After all, she had already demonstrated the fact that she swallowed jism. After that, the girl could hardly claim that she was not a cocksucker, could she?
He hiked his ass up, pushing his prick towards her.
Bunny drew back, licking her lips and smiling, her blue eyes glowing with the fires of passion.
"Ever had a blow job, Jimmy?"
He didn't know what to say. Would she react more favorably to the truth-that his cock had never known a mouth, that hers would be the first tongue to taste his prick meat-or would she prefer his cock to be experienced?
"A real blow job, I mean?" she persisted.
"N-no," he mumbled.
"Lots of girls will lick a cock, or suck on it for a little while-but I'm talking about a real blow job, sucking away until the boy shoots in my mouth and I drink his load."
"No," he said again.
"Would you like me to do that, Jimmy? Hummmm? Shall I milk your sweet prick in my mouth and swallow your scum?"
"Oh, yeah," he groaned.
His cock was so hot that he thought it might suddenly burst into flames, flaring like a torch.
"I'd like to suck your prick now," Bunny said. "And after that, I'll make you hard again-and we can fuck."
James could not speak. His vocal cords seemed to have become as stiff as his prick. He could only gasp.
But Bunny knew he was more than willing.
She hesitated for another moment, her lips moist and parted, her nimble tongue sliding back and forth across her open mouth. Then she leaned over him and paused again. She was looking up at his face as she prepared to mouth his cock, loving the way his face was contorted by his raging passion. She appreciated all aspects of such things and, when giving head, paid attention to the subtle details.
James stared down, seeing her lips poised scant inches above the swollen head of his cock.
Her tongue lapped, just missing his hot prick. Then she opened her mouth very wide, ready to pounce on his prick, to engulf it.
"Bunny!"
The voice came from the doorway to the house.
It was deep and masculine and shocked. James went stiff with horror. "Daddy!" cried the girl.
Needless to say, she did not go down on James' prick.
CHAPTER THREE
Bunny had not expected her parents to return home until quite late because they had gone to a party in town. And Walt Johnson had not expected to return home early and unexpectedly-and without his wife, Jenny. But a disturbing thing had happened.
The Johnsons had not known any of the guests at the party except for the host and hostess. It was one of those strange get-togethers where men and women of all ages and lifestyles and classes had assembled, with little in common. Walt had been bored from the start, although Jenny, who was a sociable woman, had seemed to be enjoying herself. Everyone was drinking plenty of booze. Walt, in his boredom, as much as any. At one point, about an hour before Walt arrived back at the house to find his daughter about to gobble a cock, he had found himself in conversation with several long-haired types, whom he loathed. They had wild, bulging eyes and no doubt smoked dope. They ranted and raved about inequality and the police state and victimless crimes.
Walt was wearing a dark suit and tie and wondered why they had selected him as a conversational companion. Did he need a haircut? he wondered. He ran a hand over the back of his head. His hair felt short. He was clean-shaven. He guessed that maybe they were trying to make a convert. That had to be it. They were drinking white whine, and Walt was drinking bourbon, so surely they could never had mistaken him for a gentleman of their persuasion.
Walt looked around for an excuse to leave the sordid group without being too impolite.
It occurred to him that he had not seen his wife for some time, nor could he see her now. He figured that Jenny was probably socializing in another room.
She had been drinking quite a lot, and he knew that when she got drunk, she became talkative and a trifle carefree.
Then another long-haired type sidled up. He had squinty eyes and looked as if he had not taken a bath for some weeks, maybe months.
"Hey, fellas," he said. "There's a broad putting out in the bedroom!" He winked at them, grinning idiotically.
"Yeah? Who is it?" someone asked.
"Shit, how do I know? I'm a party crasher, the same as you guys. I don't know from shit. But she's a good-looking lady-and hot! I fucked her, and a couple other guys did, and now they're starting to line up for a crack at her-just thought I'd let you know."
"Yeah!" said one, with enthusiasm.
"I could use a piece of ass," said another.
"She's in the room where they put the coats," the informer told them. "She's fucking on the bed, with all them imagine furs and things under her wriggling ass."
"Let's go get in line," one said.
"You coming, Walt?" How do they know my name? Walt wondered.
Then it dawned on him that he had probably introduced himself, being the sort of man who followed the socially accepted rules.
"No," he said.
Then, not wanting them to think him a prude-which he wasn't-he added: "My wife is here."
"Too bad," the long-haired lad said.
"You should never bring your old lady to a party, Walt," said another fellow. "You can never tell when you might get lucky with some lewd lady."
Walt smiled tolerantly.
He was glad that something had come up to save him from their ranting and raving.
The group wandered off, laughing excitedly, and Walt addressed himself to his bourbon and looked around again for Jenny.
Where on earth had she gone?
He thought he had better find her if the party was starting to get a bit naughty.
When Jenny had a few drinks in her, she lost her inhibitions, and there was no telling what she might do.
He wandered into the next room. The host was there. "Seen my wife?" Walt asked. The host blushed and lowered his eyes. "No," he muttered. "She's around somewhere." Walt was puzzled.
Why had the man looked so embarrassed. Why had he refused to meet Walt's eyes so strangely? Had Jenny disgraced herself, perhaps? Gotten drunk and been sick on the expensive carpet? Or started an argument with one of the guests?
"I've looked all over," he said.
"Oh, she'll turn up, Walt," said the host. "Why don't you just have another drink and wait here?"
There was something very mysterious going on. Suddenly, a terrible thought came to him.
Could it be?
Oh, no!
Walt and Jenny were both liberated people, but surely-even drunk-she would not become the set piece of a gang bang?
Would she?
Walt couldn't believe it for a minute. But he thought he had better have a look, just to make sure.
He turned to head for the bedroom where the coats where kept-coats which were certainly not necessary on this fine, warm evening, but which were worn anyhow, to show that one could afford expensive furs.
As he started to move away, the host gripped him firmly by the arm and restrained him.
"Just stay here, Walt-okay?"
"Say, what in hell is going on?"
"Believe me-you don't want to know."
Walt pulled away.
"Well, I think I'd better find out," he said.
The host gave him a pitying look, then shrugged and turned away, blushing again. Walt's heart sank. The ice cubes in his glass tinkled as his hand began to shake.
He walked determinedly back to the bedroom.
It can't be Jenny, he kept telling himself. But it was.
Walt stood in the bedroom doorway, frozen by emotion.
Jenny was on the bed, getting fucked by a young man with a gold earring in his ear and several tattoos on his naked ass. As his ass corkscrewed, driving his prick into her cunt, those tattoos seemed to writhe and shift, taking on a life of their own.
He saw all the juicy details.
The man's golden earring swung back and forth.
So did his hairy balls.
Walt drained his bourbon.
He didn't taste it. The strong liquor went down into the void of his guts, jolting him.
Jenny had not bothered to undress, she was so impatient to get all the cock that she could. She had merely removed her panties-he could see them, the crotch band, dark with cunt juice, on the floor beside the bed-and hiked her dress up above her hips. Her long, silk-clad legs flashed as she pawed frantically at the air above the man's illustrated ass. The taut straps of her garter belt looked like a slingshot, propelling her crotch out to meet his driving prick. Her blonde hair cascaded across her cheeks as she turned her face from side to side, her features a mask of lust and sexual ecstasy. She was clawing at the man's back and moaning steadily. His hairy ass-hole winked amidst the colorful illustrations each time he fucked into her.
Half a dozen other men were standing in a line at the foot of the bed, awaiting their turn to fuck her. Some of them were conservatively dressed, others wore casual clothing. One wore rags-but all of them had their flies open and their stiff pricks out. Each held a drink in one hand and stroked his cock with the other, not jacking off, but just maintaining a hard-on.
They were all laughing.
Walt wasn't laughing.
He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him to hide his wife's shame. But he knew that was pointless. Everyone else at the party must have realized what was going on. No wonder he had been so bored! No one but the shameless, long-haired louts had been willing to face him in a conversation.
He moved closer to the bed, angling out towards the foot of it. From his new viewpoint, he could see his wife's pussy, and he watched, in horrified fascination, as the man's fat cock vanished up her juicy cunt, then pulled back out, slathered with cunt juice. His balls slapped against her up-thrust, churning ass, and his belly whacked onto hers with the violent vigor of his steady fuck-thrusts.
Streamers of cunt juice poured down her crotch, pumped out by the big plunger of his prick as he pounded merrily away. The stuff ran down and soaked the taut crack of her ass as she squirmed under him, her pelvis grinding wildly away.
The man moaned.
He shot his wad up her pussy.
Jenny wailed with pure delight as she felt his hot jizz spurt into her cunt. Her silken legs kicked spasmodically, and she pumped hard against him, milking his cock and balls dry.
He pulled out.
His spent prick drooped and dripped.
Walt saw-with a certain sad satisfaction-that the man's cock was not as large as his own.
But apparently his wife preferred quantity to quality.
As soon as the man moved off the bed, the next man in line took his place. His cock slid without hesitation up her well-lubricated cunt crack, and she began to pump even before this replacement lover had time to get his knees braced to start stroking.
"Fuck-fuck-fuck!" she moaned, saying the word each time his cock slammed into her cunt.
She said that when Walt was fucking her, too.
It made him feel worse that she should use the same erotic words with a stranger-a host of strangers. He was filled with despair.
He was also getting a hard-on.
It amazed him to realize that the scene was making him horny. He supposed that jealousy was the best of all aphrodisiacs, that defiled possessions aroused raging desires. He was hurt-and he was horny.
The next man in line had become impatient.
He moved up, prick first, to the side of the bed. Kneeling beside Jenny, he pushed his hard cock out towards her face, looking hopeful. Jenny did not notice his cock for a moment. Her head was turning from side to side on a crumpled fur coat. But then she turned towards his prick, and her eyes lighted with renewed passion.
She opened her mouth.
The man grinned and fed his fat cock between her lips, and she began to suck so hard she seemed to be inhaling his prick.
Walt groaned in agony.
He didn't know what to do.
Had he discovered his wife in bed fucking a man-one man-he most likely would have made his presence known and then, being a gentleman, left the room while they finished-or stopped, whichever. But finding her in the midst of a cluster fuck was a different matter.
He was as embarrassed as he was injured.
How could he step in and break this gang bang up? How could he admit that it was his wife on that bed-or that he cared?
What else could he do?
Well, he could go back to the party and get drunk.
Or he could join the end of that waiting line, and fuck her the same as everyone else.
He gnashed his teeth and raised the glass to his lips. But the glass was empty-only melting ice clicked against his bared teeth.
Suddenly the man kneeling on the bed gave a groan.
Walt saw the thick jism overflow his wife's lips.
He saw her throat work as she swallowed.
She sucked happily away, draining his cock and balls and drinking his jizz. He drew away, and his spent prick popped from her lips like a cork from a bottle.
She kept her head where it was-and her mouth open.
Another man, too impatient to wait for pussy-or preferring head-moved up to fuck her in the mouth.
The man astride her thighs shot his load and drifted away, to be replaced by yet another.
Walt watched his wife taking cock in both ends and had no idea what he should do.
Jism poured from her cunt and overflowed her lips, and more men waited with stiff cocks and full balls. Jenny couldn't seem to get enough fucking and sucking. Each time a man emptied his cock into her cunt, she writhed and thrashed about, eager for the next man to stuff her pussy. Each time another prick splashed a load into her mouth, she kept her mouth open, ready to suck the next man who wanted it.
One of the long-haired louts noticed Walt. "Decided to fuck her, huh?" That made Walt's mind up. "No-I've already fucked the bitch," he said.
And he left the bedroom and left the party-and that was why he arrived home early, only to receive yet another shock.
CHAPTER FOUR
His daughter's mouth was wide open and poised just above the head of a big prick, and Walt gasped and called her name out in surprise and shock. Why, she must take after her mother, was the initial thought that flashed through his dazed mind.
Bunny raised her head.
"Daddy!"
He noticed that her jaws were not dripping with cum, the way that his wife's had been and guessed that he had arrived home before she had started to swallow jizz.
The boy looked absolutely terrified.
Bunny, however, didn't look too ashamed. She had been startled and surprised, of course, as would any young girl whose daddy had caught her about to mouth a prick, but she certainly wasn't frightened, and there even seemed to be a gleam of amusement in her eyes.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" he demanded, realizing how silly the question was, but totally at a loss for anything else to say.
"That's pretty obvious, isn't it?" she replied.
"Good Lord, Bunny! You're only a child!"
"I'm only eighteen!" young James squawked, as if to lessen his guilt by pleading his youth.
Despite his fear and shame, his cock still stood rampant, hammering away with his need.
He suddenly realized this and reached down to stuff his cock back into his jeans. It wasn't easy. His iron-hard prick refused to bend, and the knob was so hot, it seemed to burn his hand. He had to stand up and squirm, dragging his jeans closed around the still-hard prick with a great effort as he eyed the irate father nervously all the while.
"I didn't expect you home so soon," Bunny said.
"Apparently," said Walt.
"Oh, don't be stuffy about this, Daddy."
"Stuffy!" he roared.
"Gee, it's the age of sexual liberation and all," she said. "All the girls fuck and suck these days."
James, who had finally gotten his cock lodged safely away, could not believe that the girl had said such a thing to her father.
Neither could her father!
His jaw dropped open, and his eyes bulged out.
"Gee!" Bunny exclaimed, noting his over-reaction.
Walt looked hard at James, who trembled and rolled his eyes, expecting a thrashing-if not castration.
"I think you had better leave, young man," Walt said, keeping his voice as calm and steady as he could.
There was nothing that James wanted to do more. But he sure wished that her father had been about five minutes later, so that he could have gotten his balls emptied in her sweet, willing mouth before he fled.
The young man began to edge toward the door, but the door was right behind Walt, and he didn't dare approach too close. He was gripping his groin with both hands.
Walt moved aside.
James dashed through the door, and then, when nothing happened, he paused and called: "Errr-see you around, Bunny!"
"Goodbye, Jimmy-sorry we were interrupted," she answered.
Walt groaned when he heard that.
James couldn't understand how Bunny could say those things with her father there, but it gave him hopes that, if and when he saw her again, he might get that blow job, after all. He sure needed it. He knew he was going to have to jack off at least twice before he managed to subdue his demanding hard-on.
He went through the darkened house and out the front door.
It was awkward walking with such a big hard-on. He had to bow his legs out to make room for his swollen balls, and his cock kept dragging him off balance.
He tried walking with his head and shoulders drawn back so that the weight of his torso counterbalanced that of his cock, and it was a bit less clumsy that way.
He had to wind his way down a narrow path, with lush shrubbery and small trees on either side. It was dark in the shadows, but brightly lit by starlight in the open spaces. It was the sort of glorious summer night that James would have appreciated had he not been tormented by the fact that he had come so close, yet was still unsucked.
The Johnson house was one of a series of homes, well spaced out and surrounded by landscaped gardens, built along the slope above the canyon road. James had left his car parked in a clear space where the road widened out just below the house. He came stumbling down to it, cock first, groaning with unfulfilled lust.
Thank heavens she had jerked him off!
If I hadn't come that one time, he thought, my balls might have literally burst, like over-inflated balloons.
On the other hand, if she hadn't wasted time giving him that hand-job, he might have had his cock sucked-might have known, for the first time, the ecstasy of emptying his cock and balls into a willing, thirsting mouth!
He stopped beside the car, an aging Volkswagen.
He fumbled in his pocket for his car keys. He was a tall lad, and it was always difficult to get anything out of the pocket of his tight jeans when he was in the confines of the small car. Even standing it was hard, because his swollen, rampaging cock stuffed the front of his jeans so full that they were drawn even tighter than normal over his ass and hips, and his hand could barely squirm down into his pocket. In the end, he had to open his fly before he could manage to reach in. Then, with his prick freed, his pocket was loose enough-
But it was empty!
James frowned. Where were his keys? He always kept them in the same pocket, and they weren't there now, and-then he remembered. He had heard them fall onto the tiled terrace while he was thrashing about in the midst of the hand-job Bunny had given him.
They were still on the terrace!
What was he going to do? This was a problem. He didn't dare go back and face her father again. But without the keys, he was stranded in the canyon, and it was too far to walk back to town, and dangerous, as well, because there were no sidewalks or footpaths beside the road. Here, pedestrians were virtually non-existent. He knew that people had been arrested for walking-although he wasn't sure if they had ever been tried in the courts. Anyhow, crime or not, the police in their squad cars thought it was a crime, and that was the thing that mattered.
James didn't dare proceed on foot, then, for it was too far, he might get run down, and he might get arrested. What was he to do, stranded here in the canyon, with a hard-on?
He looked back towards the house.
Maybe he could sneak up to the terrace through the trees, climb over the wall, and retrieve his car keys without going through the house. The slope wasn't very steep, and the shrubbery wasn't very dense.
But he guessed he should wait for a little while, in case Bunny and her father were still on the terrace. He had to give them a chance to go into the house, for he simply could not risk another confrontation with the girl's furious father.
He leaned against the side of the car.
His jeans were still open, and his prick, shrouded in his white underpants, stuck out, spreading another sticky pool through the cotton. He figured that he'd be more comfortable if his cock were not encumbered, and he pulled the elastic out and freed his big cock. His fat cock-knob glistened, shiny and smooth in the starlight.
James knew he was going to have to whack himself off soon.
Since he had time to kill at the moment, he figured he might as well give himself a quick one off the wrist right now. That would reduce the pressure a bit-although he was pretty sure that he would need at least two, possibly three or four, hand-jobs before his raging hard-on was finally reduced.
Should he get in the car for privacy?
He didn't like the idea. Although he had jacked himself off countless times in there, it was not very comfortable. He kept bumping the head of his prick against the steering wheel and sometimes, in his frenzy, he found himself furiously pulling on the shifting lever, mistaking it for his stiff prick.
Then, too, he shot a lot of spunk out, and it was a hard job cleaning the slimy stuff up from the dashboard and the seats, and sometimes it even splashed on the roof.
It would be better to jack his cock off where he was, standing beside the car.
He looked nervously around to make sure there was no one who could see him. It seemed safe enough. He was hidden from the Johnson's terrace by the trees, and if a car came along the road, he would be shielded by his own car. If a car happened to stop, he would have time to lever his cock back in his jeans and pretend to be changing a tire or checking his oil. Well, he was, in a way-he would be using a meaty dipstick to drain the crankcase of his lust.
He noticed that the next house along did look out over his position, and that caused him to hesitate. But that house was in darkness, and he didn't suppose anyone would be standing at one of those darkened windows, looking out at this hour.
He folded his fist around the root of his cock.
His prick swelled mightily in his grip, as if fully aware of the treat that was in store for it.
He gave it a slow push-pull.
He closed his eyes and tried to pretend that it was Bunny's hot lips that were sliding up and down his prick. He stroked again. His prick felt red-hot. He cupped his balls in his left hand and began to beat his cock with vigor, his fist flying up and down the stalk from hilt to knob with steady strokes that were designed to bring him to the peak in the shortest possible time.
Usually, he liked to linger over a hand-job, making the pleasure last as long as he could, thinking about at least three different girls he wished he were fucking, in all the glorious and juicy details. But tonight, he was thinking only of Bunny's sweet lips and nimble tongue, and he was beating wildly away, wanting to get his load emptied quickly, before a car came along to throw him off his stroke. He knew there would be plenty of jism left for later, when he was safe in his own bed and could pound his prick to a frazzle.
His cockhead was flaring and pulsing so hard, it was easy to imagine that it was, indeed, stuck into Bunny's eager mouth and being slurped and milked by her lips and tongue.
He felt his balls swell even more.
The thrill darted through his loins and, groaning, he squirted a massive load of jism out from his prick-knob. It was as abundant as the load that Bunny had pulled out of him, and it flew every bit as far under the tremendous internal pressures of his passion. He saw the thick wad flash as it looped away into the darkness, reflecting starlight and trailing a thinner line of fluid, like the trail of a jet.
The spunk splattered in the bushes.
He launched a second wad, and then a third.
After that, the stuff dribbled out and trickled down over his forefinger as he milked his prick dry.
He opened his eyes and looked down.
A sheepish expression came over his face.
That climax, pleasant as it had been, had served no purpose whatsoever, because his cock was still as big and hot and hard as it had been before he had come.
James sighed.
He couldn't stand there beside the car, jacking off all night. And it was evident that he was going to have to do plenty of prick pulling before his massive hard-on was beaten.
He looked at his watch.
Maybe Bunny and her father have gone into the house by now, he thought. They must both be embarrassed-although the girl didn't show it-and most likely, they've gone to their rooms now, not wanting to face each other until their emotions have cooled off.
He was willing to bet that their emotions were going to cool long before his prick did.
He started to work his way up the slope, through the bushes and the trees. He had his belt fastened to hold his jeans up, but he had left his cock out for two reasons-because it was not comfortable crammed into his tight jeans in its present state, and because he thought it might cool off faster in the open air and the breeze.
Up the incline he scrambled, with branches and twigs snapping against his cock.
He approached the wall of the terrace very carefully, for he did not want to be seen.
But young James would have been mortified, had he known that he had been under keen observation for a long time now...
CHAPTER FIVE
Annabelle Croxley lowered the big, night vision binoculars, her eyes shining, and her lips smiling lewdly. Her husband, Big Mike Croxley, stood at her shoulder, grinning, too, one big hand clamped on his wife's shapely ass.
The Croxleys lived in the next house down from the Johnson's place, the house that had been in darkness when James had looked at it.
Annabelle was thirty years old, a raven-haired beauty with a gorgeous body. She had green eyes and wore her hair long and straight. Her face was triangular, narrow at the bottom, so that the wide slash of her ripe lips seemed to almost bisect the lower half of her face. She licked her lips a lot.
She licked other things, as well.
She particular liked to lick young men's cocks.
She had a splendid body-smooth and lithe, seemingly made for the purpose of winding around a man in the throes of fucking. Her long legs were like hooks, to drag a man into the cup of her pussy. Her ass was like a valentine, firm and thrusting. Her hips were carnal pistons, capable of driving her loins in furious fashion. Her tits were shaped just right for a man's mauling hands, and capped by nipples that got as stiff as a cock.
Annabelle fucked and sucked with anyone she could.
Her husband knew this.
But Big Mike didn't mind-as long as he could watch.
* * *
Big Mike was a semi-retired gangster.
He had made his money in various ways, all illegal, and now lived in luxury in the canyon, occasionally ordered a robbery by telephone. Mike was broad and brawny, hairy and muscular and starting to go bald. He was, in fact, just the opposite of what Annabelle fancied most in a man.
She liked men who were young, slender, hairless on their smooth bodies, but with plenty of hair on their heads-and, of course, horny. But her marriage had turned out very well, indeed, because Big Mike arranged for her to fuck all of the young men she could handle-which was plenty-and if a young man was reluctant, Mike would have his legs broken.
But not many men had ever turned Annabelle down, and not strictly because they were afraid of Big Mike-although they always were-but also because Annabelle was just the sort of girl that everyone wanted to fuck.
It was a very happy marriage.
* * *
Annabelle had been a singer in one of the nightclubs that Big Mike owned. She didn't have much of a voice, but she got the audience plenty aroused when she squirmed around on the stage. She got Big Mike aroused, as well, and so he decided to make her his mistress.
Although he wasn't her type, it was an offer she could not refuse, and Big Mike set her up in a luxury apartment in town. Mike had a lot of women at the same time, and only came to fuck Annabelle once or twice a week. She figured that it was a very good deal, getting her room and board and her job assured and all for only the odd fuck or suck.
She had supposed that Big Mike demanded fidelity.
It was not Annabelle's nature to be faithful, and so she cheated a lot, but she tried to be discreet about it, fearing what the big gangster might do if he found out.
Then, one day, he did.
* * *
Big Mike, ever thoughtful, had sent her flowers.
She had given him a particularly nice blow job the night before, one of those prolonged jobs, letting his prick cool whenever he showed signs of coming, so that she had sucked his cock for hours before she finally drank his built-up load. He sent the flowers out of gratitude.
The lad who delivered the flowers was young, slender and as horny as could be.
Annabelle didn't usually seduce other men in the apartment that Mike rented for her, but she figured it was safe enough this time. Mike didn't show up two nights in a row and, after that special blow job, she didn't expect him to be horny again for at least a week. So she put the flowers into a vase, and then she put the delivery boy's prick into her mouth.
Her lips were red and soft, like blossoms.
His prick was like a watering can.
Then, in walked Big Mike.
Mike had not been left limp for a week by that prolonged blow job. It had been so enjoyable that he had decided to come back for a repeat performance the very next night.
When he walked in, Annabelle spat the boy's cock out and looked at him, terrified.
The delivery boy, who knew who and what Big Mike Croxley was, said goodbye to his kneecaps-and hoped he didn't have to bid farewell to his balls, as well. But Mike reacted in an unexpected way. He smiled.
Annabelle and the boy stared in amazement.
"Go ahead and finish what you were doing," said Big Mike. "I'll water the flowers while I wait."
And so Annabelle finished emptying the delivery boy's cock, and Mike looked on with interest. After it was over, he gave the lad a hundred-dollar tip and, inspired by what he had been watching, threw a wonder-fuck into his unfaithful mistress.
Before that night, Big Mike had thought of Annabelle as just another cunt. But then, finding that she was ideally suited to his own perverted nature, he decided that she would make the perfect wife. He had never wanted to marry before, because he hated the thought of being encumbered with a faithful wife.
Annabelle could never be that.
He proposed, and of course, she accepted.
They got along very well together. It was handy, in Mike's business, to have a wife that he could give to visiting hoodlums from Chicago or New York. In the past, he had had to hire whores for the dignitaries of the underworld, and that was rather sordid. The chieftains of crime appreciated it a lot more when Mike gave them his own wife, knowing that meant he really respected them and would never infringe on their territories. But now that Big Mike was semi-retired, and there were no longer hoodlums to entertain, Annabelle was having a fine time seducing every young man she could get her hands-and mouth and such-on.
Big Mike approved.
* * *
The Croxleys had been watching through their binoculars, when Bunny had jerked James off on the terrace.
Annabelle had really whimpered when the boy shot his wad, and she saw that lovely stuff spurt so high, all thick and creamy. They had continued to watch, and when it became apparent that Bunny was going to give the boy a blow job, Annabelle had really started to squirm.
Big Mike began to squeeze her ass.
"Oh, that lucky girl," she purred.
Big Mike knew that his wife would not want to leave the window, but he knew she was getting desperate for a fuck. He was pretty excited, himself, because that little blonde teenager in the next house was some bit of stuff. He opened his velvet smoking jacket and then opened his tailored lounging trousers and produced his prick. It was a big cock-so thick that it looked shorter than it was, and hard as an iron bar. In his active days as a gangster, he had often joked that his cock had been designed for prying open safes and bending prison bars. When he flicked his blunt finger against the knob, it twanged.
Across the way, Bunny was lapping jism up from her hand, inspiring Annabelle to uncontrollable lust as she watched through the binoculars, licking her lips as she vicariously enjoyed the taste of that young man's thick spunk.
Big Mike lifted her skirt.
She wore no panties. She never wore panties, and despite the fact that she spent a fortune on her wardrobe, Mike wasn't sure that she even owned a pair. But it made sense, he figured. The way a pair of panties would have gone up and down on a girl like Annabelle, there seemed little point in bothering with them.
Cunt juice was pouring down the insides of her thighs.
Her cunt mound was a wild forest of tangled black hair, and her cunt a smoldering swamp.
Big Mike stepped in close behind her and slipped his cockhead up into her pussy.
Annabelle was concentrating so hard on what she was watching that she didn't realize what was happening behind her until she felt his fat cockhead nuzzle into her cunt.
Then, not looking around, she said: "Oh, thank you, darling-I needed that!"
Mike braced his knees and shoved his prick all the way up her steaming cunt. His balls jammed into her crotch, and she wriggled her ass against his belly. He looked over her shoulder, both of them enjoying the performance on the neighboring terrace, as he started to fuck his cock in and out of her sucking cunt.
Bunny had bent down and was tonguing spent spunk up from the boy's belly and thighs.
"Oh, I do hope she takes his cock in her mouth soon-before I come, myself," Annabelle whispered.
Mike slowed his fuck-strokes, waiting to time their orgasm with the one they were observing.
Bunny poised above James' cockhead, her mouth wide open, ready to gobble, her nimble tongue flashing.
Then Walt stepped onto the terrace.
"Oh, shit," Annabelle groaned. "Her daddy came home!"
Big Mike was disappointed, too, although not as much as his horny wife. He still had his cock buried in her pussy and now that there was no longer a performance to wait for, he began to fuck her with fast, driving strokes. He was tilting her ass and tipping her pelvis up as he plowed into her from below, raising her onto her tiptoes at the height of his upward thrusts.
Annabelle ground her ass against him, and her talented cunt sucked on his prick hungrily, her loins thirsty for cum.
With no further reason to use the binoculars, Big Mike put them down and clamped both big hands on Annabelle's hips, as if they were handles, pulling her cunt up and down on his driving cock. She reached down between her legs and got a handful of his balls, squeezing them lovingly as she waited for the load they were about to spill into her.
Cunt juice was spraying from her stuffed pussy now, soaking his belly and her thighs and dousing the carpet under them.
His fat cock ran full length across her clit as he pushed his hips out and plowed in at a nearly vertical angle.
Annabelle whimpered, then cried out aloud as her orgasm ripped across her dancing belly and ran up her trembling thighs. Mike felt her cunt melt on his cock. He thrust his prick up her creaming pussy, and his balls expanded in her hand, then blew.
His hot cum splashed into the depths of her pussy, swirling as it mingled with her flooding cunt juice.
He fucked until he was drained, then held steady while his randy wife ground her cunt around, working off the last spasms of her own orgasm on his buried prick. She vibrated on his cock, and her hips quivered between his hands as the wild thrill spun her into ecstasy.
When she stopped moving, Big Mike hauled his prick out of her pussy and stepped back. His fat cock swayed, dripping with cunt juice and cum.
"Thank you, Mike, darling," she said. "It was very kind of you to fuck me when I needed it so badly-but I do wish that damned daddy had not come home so soon. Another second, and that girl would have had herself a lovely mouthful."
"Well, that's the breaks," said Big Mike, just as he said when one of his hoods was arrested.
He went over to the mahogany liquor cabinet and poured himself a drink, sprayed the soda siphon into the sink and, making sure that Annabelle was not watching, defiled the Scotch with ginger ale. He liked ginger ale.
As long as his wife heard the siphon and thought he had mixed his drink with soda like a proper gentleman, he was happy. like most criminals who have moved up in the world, Big Mike had an image to maintain.
Annabelle was still at the window.
Mike strolled back, his prick still hanging out, sipping at his drink. "Anything going on?" he asked.
"No. They're just talking. I suppose the father is giving her hell for being a cocksucker. But the young man has gone."
Mike fingered his prick, wondering if it might rise to the occasion once more, without the help of a voyeuristic vista.
"He's gone down to his car," said Annabelle, moving the binoculars as she followed James' progress down through the trees. She was sorry to see that young man go-his cock had spurted so vigorously. "Wait a minute-he isn't getting in the car."
Mike had no interest in looking at a man, unless that man was fucking a girl. He shrugged.
But he saw that his wife was tensing with renewed interest.
"He's opening his jeans!" she squealed.
Mike gave his cock a stroke, and it started to swell. He had an idea he might be called upon to service Annabelle again.
"He's taking his lovely prick out!" she gasped. "Oh, darling-he's jerking off!"
Mike grunted. He had no interest at all in watching a man jerk off all by himself, although he rather enjoyed watching a fellow jerk off on his wife's tits or in her face.
Annabelle was squirming and panting, and another deluge of cunt juice was sliding from her cunt.
"Oh!" she gasped. "Oh, my! He must have shot his wad a good six feet from his cockhead. Oh, what a darling, virile boy!"
Mike was busily pumping his prick back into hardness.
"But he's still not leaving," said Annabelle. "Why, he's sneaking back towards the Johnson house."
"That's funny. I wonder why?"
Annabelle turned the binoculars on the terrace across the way.
She said: "Mister Johnson and his daughter are still there, but they're just talking. There's nothing to see. Maybe that darling boy wants to hide in the bushes and spy on the girl while he jerks off again."
"Yeah, that's probably it," said Mike, who had his prick almost erect again and felt his hairy balls start to fill with cum.
Annabelle turned and gave her husband a wistful look.
"Do you think-"
"What's that?" he said absent-mindedly as he looked down to judge the state of his cock.
"It does seem a terrible waste to let the poor, frustrated boy spill another load on the ground," she said. "It seems-" She cut her words off abruptly.
She had almost said that it seemed a criminal shame-but she knew her husband might have taken that personally.
Instead, she said: "Don't you think we might bring him over here, darling?"
Big Mike raised his eyebrows and grinned.
"You want to fuck him, baby?"
"Oh, ever so much!"
"You got him," said Big Mike.
"Oh, Mike-you're so good to me! Can I suck his cock?"
"Sure thing," said Mike, as he tucked his cock back into his slacks and belted his smoking jacket.
"Can I drink his cum?"
"As long as I can watch."
"And maybe fuck him, too?"
"Whatever my baby wants," said Big Mike.
He patted her on the ass and left the room to fetch the object of her desires. The prospect of watching her do those things was making his prick harder a lot faster than his fist had done.
Annabelle's pussy was steaming in anticipation, and her nipples felt as if they wree about to shoot right off her tits. She stayed at the window, the night vision glasses trained on the young man who, cock sticking out from his pants, was slowly making his way up the forested slope.
She had no interest in looking back at the terrace, where Walt and Bunny were merely talking.
Then she saw the young man stop dead in his tracks, as if stunned.
His mouth dropped open and his cock gave a mighty lurch.
Annabelle didn't know what had stunned the boy and did not realize that he had just come within earshot of the terrace-the terrace on which nothing was happening, where they were only talking, and in which Annabelle had no interest.
But if Annabelle had been able to hear just what Walt and his daughter were saying, as James had, she would have been most interested, indeed.
CHAPTER SIX
After James had left the terrace, Walt walked over and sat on the low terrace wall beside his daughter. He didn't know what to say to her. He felt that he should give her some sort of fatherly talk, but what could he say without seeming to be a prude or overly strict or old-fashioned? Nor was he any of these things. He was quite free thinking.
He had been shocked to find out that Bunny was inclined to take cocks into her mouth, but he couldn't really think of it as wicked or sinful or even promiscuous. Hell, most girls would suck a prick-his wife certainly did! And they had to start sometime.
So he just sat there, feeling glum and morose about having caught his wife in the middle of a clusterfuck and then having discovered that his daughter was sexually precocious. It had been quite a night for finding things out.
Bunny looked up at him, batting her eyelashes demurely.
"You mad, Daddy?" she asked.
"No, honey."
"Disappointed in me?"
"I guess not."
"You don't think it's wrong or anything, do you? Giving head, I mean? You don't think it's perverted?"
"No, of course not," he mumbled.
She grinned impishly.
"Anyhow, I know that mom gives you head," she said. "What? How do you know that."
"On account of she told me." Walt blinked in amazement. "That's a hell of a thing for a woman to tell her teenaged daughter," he said, not sure if he was annoyed or just surprised.
"Oh, it wasn't just that. She told me lots of things."
Walt frowned.
"When I asked her about birth control," Bunny explained.
"Oh? You asked her-I don't suppose you're a virgin, then?"
"Naw," said Bunny. "But I don't fuck a lot of guys, though. I mean, I'm not a tramp or anything. I've only fucked maybe five boys-and Jimmy would have made six. I was gonna fuck him if you hadn't come home."
In a strange way, Walt felt relieved.
"Oh, you were just going to suck his cock for a few minutes, as a preliminary to straight fucking, huh?"
Somehow, that seemed less sordid to Walt than if his daughter had intended to suck cock as an end in itself, doing it to a climax. Cocksucking seemed dirtier, if the guy came in the girl's mouth.
But then Bunny made it worse.
"Well, no-I was gonna suck him off, first, Daddy. I was hot to drink his jism. Then we were gonna fuck, afterwards." She giggled.
"At least I jacked him off once, before you got home, Daddy-the poor boy would really have a set of blue balls by now if he hadn't got them emptied at least once."
Walt gazed at her, aghast.
He was as shocked by the girl's honesty in admitting these things as he was by the things themselves. But the girl didn't seem to realize that she was shocking, him.
I must be getting old, he thought. I must be out of touch with my daughter's generation.
"Have you sucked lots of boys off?" he asked.
"Naw, not many," she said.
She paused to think, her lips moving as she silently counted-or was she simply recalling how her lips had moved on those hot pricks?
"Let's see-I think I've sucked on maybe seven different cocks-and I licked a couple without taking them in my mouth when I was just starting to give head. But only three or four of the boys shot jizz in my mouth, so the others don't really count."
Walt, still frowning, bit his lip.
His wife must have sucked seven cocks off already-in one night, on the same bed!
Bunny saw how he was frowning and misinterpreted the reason.
"Anyhow," she said, "it can't be really naughty or anything, or mom wouldn't have suggested I do it."
"What! She what!"
"Well, not suggested, maybe. But when I asked her about birth control, that was one of the methods she mentioned. A girl can't get pregnant in the mouth, is what she told me, and she gave me a big wink. She's a pretty modern lady, I guess. She said that a girl could take a cock up the ass without getting knocked up, too-but I never have."
"Yes," said Walt, with his jaw tightening. "Your mother is a very liberated lady." He was thinking of how Jenny had looked on that bed, with a cock in hr cunt and another in her mouth and a long line of men waiting their turn at one end or the other, and her drinking the cum as fast as they could pour it into her.
Then he wondered about something.
"I've never fucked your mother up the ass," he said. "I wonder if anyone else has?"
Bunny lowered her eyes.
"Did she, perhaps mention it?"
"Errr-I don't remember," said Bunny. "Anyhow, if she did get fucked up the ass, it must have been before you were married, so that doesn't count. Mom wouldn't cheat on you, Daddy."
"Hah!" he exclaimed.
Bunny gave him a puzzled look.
Walt had had quite a bit to drink at the party, and he was somewhat intoxicated. Sober, he would never have told his daughter about what her mother-his wife-had done. But now, because of the drinks and because the conversation had been inclined that way, he was loose with his words.
"I caught Jenny getting gang banged at the party. That's why I came home early. She's still there-and probably still getting stuffed full of every prick in sight-and at both ends, to boot."
Bunny blinked.
"Gee!" she exclaimed.
She seemed more impressed than anything else.
"It won't mean a divorce or anything, will it?" she asked.
"Aw, no. She was drunk. You know how she gets. But it was a damned shock, let me tell you."
"Did you join in the gang bang, Daddy?"
He shook his head.
"Gee whiz-no wonder you feel so bad about it, then. You must have a case of blue balls, yourself, after seeing that-and then seeing me with Jimmy and all."
Walt realized that his daughter was eyeing his groin.
He looked down there, himself. Sure enough, there was a great swollen lump in his pants. His hard-on had taken him unawares and sneaked up without him realizing that it was growing to such prominence.
It embarrassed him to have his daughter staring at his prick, and he crossed his legs. Bunny giggled.
But then the girl's expression changed, becoming more thoughtful and speculative. She looked down at herself. When her father had first appeared, she had pulled her blouse back on, more as a gesture of modesty than through any desire to cover her body from the man, but she had not been concentrating on dressing neatly and the low scooped neckline was dragged down so that all of one plump titty was exposed. The nipple was stiff.
Bunny flicked the edge of her thumb across it and felt it tingle. She leaned back in the seat and raised one foot onto the edge, in a seemingly casual and relaxed position. But her skirt was short, and she wore no panties. From where he sat on the wall, her father would be able to look down the smooth, shadowed slope of her thigh and see her creamy crotch.
He was still looking away, embarrassed by his hard-on.
"Daddy?" she asked.
Walt looked at her and blinked. Bunny pretended not to notice that his gaze had run up her naked thigh, then flitted across her exposed tit before coming to rest on her face.
"Yes, honey?" he said.
But his gaze flickered. He was having trouble keeping his eyes off his daughter's tit and cunt.
"Can I give you some advice?" the girl asked.
"Well, sure," he said, nodding, his gaze moving up and down along with the rest of his head so that the nod served a double purpose-it expressed his willingness to listen to her advice, and it also moved his gaze onto her pussy again, as if by accident.
Bunny felt as if his eyes were lasers, for they were burning into her cunt, causing her wet pussy slot to smolder.
She chose her words with care.
"What mom did-" she said, "-you don't want to be too hurt or angry about it, Daddy. Times have changed, you know, and now we live in the permissive society. I mean, wife swapping is common, nobody thinks anything of it. No guy expects to marry a virgin, and no girl expects to go virginal to the wedding bed. I'm only a teenager, and most of the girls in my class at school have already started fucking. Oral sex is now regarded as-well, wholesome, you might say." She grinned impishly. "Nourishing, too, if you swallow it."
Walt was staring at her, amazed that his teenaged daughter should be giving him this advice, reversing their roles, almost as if she were explaining about the birds and the bees.
He was also, to his shame, feeling a certain amount of fascination at how juicy and succulent her pussy looked, glimpsed there in the shadows of her lifted skirt, and how ripe that solitary exposed tit looked, thrusting out from her crooked blouse.
"And there are all sorts of clubs and places where married people go to swap partners and to join into threesomes and foursomes and orgies. There are newspapers in which couples advertise for men and women to visit them for combined coupling. And women's liberation-well, Daddy, girls all feel obligated to suck cunts. Really. Even if they don't want to, they feel that they just have to prove that girls can get along without men, so they simply have to lap pussy,"
He tilted an eyebrow.
Bunny grinned and shook her head.
"Naw," she said, in answer to his questioning look. "I haven't sucked a cunt yet, myself. But lots of the girls my age have, and I suppose I might someday, just to see what it's like."
Walt's cock was pulsing wildly, inspired by these words from his daughter's lips-those lips that were expressing in words what they would be willing to do. Bunny was openly eyeing his crotch now, and he had given up all pretense, staring overtly at her pussy.
"They'll kick you out of the woman's movement, if you won't lap pussy, did you know that?" Bunny asked. "But anyhow, to get back to mom-her getting gang banged when she was drunk is, well, it isn't the scandalous sort of thing it would have been twenty years ago, Daddy. Getting clusterfucked is socially acceptable now."
Walk nodded slowly, amazed to realize that the girl was making sense-and soothing his injured pride, as well.
Then she said, "There are no taboos left, Daddy."
She said that in a tone that implied a hidden meaning, but he was too interested in gazing at her cunt to look up and see what expression was on her face.
"There's a girl at school that told me she fucked her dog," said Bunny. "Even five years ago, that would have been shocking-but she told it to us as a joke. Nobody was offended. And fucking animals was just about the last taboo-except one-"
She paused for a second.
"Incest," she said.
Now Walt did look up at her face, to find her smiling.
"Even incest isn't shocking anymore," she said. "They're making movies about it and all-nobody thinks it's really wrong, like in the old days. Birth control took care of the chastity belt-and it's taking care of those taboos about incest, as well."
"Honey, I don't-"
"You don't?" she said, amused.
"I mean-I don't think we should be talking like this."
"Shall we stop talking, Daddy?"
"Oh, my God," he rasped, his prick pounding away like a jackhammer.
He could not believe what was happening. He knew that he should get up and walk away right now. But he was still a little drunk, his inhibitions weakened, and he had just been watching his wife get a meat train run through her, and he had that alarming hard-on throbbing urgently in his pants.
He stared at her with hollow, haunted eyes, beads of sweat coming out on his brow. He knew, now, that it was no accident that his daughter was exposing her tit and her frothy cunt. There was a dark purpose to her talk.
"Well?" she asked.
His mouth worked, but no words came out.
"You've got a great big hard-on," the girl said. "You're horny as can be, and you really need to put your prick into something warm and wet-and I was really looking forward to a mouthful of cock, and then a cuntful, when you came home and interrupted us. It seems as if maybe we could do each other a favor, Daddy."
Walt was stiff as a statue, his whole body shocked into a hardness that rivaled that of his prick. He might have been a gargoyle built onto the terrace wall, frozen there for eternity. Not a muscle moved in his body, and his blood seemed frozen in his veins-except in that big vein that ran down the undeside of his cock and that was pounding frantically.
Bunny rose from the seat and moved towards him.
"No!" Walt gasped.
But Bunny didn't stop-and Walt didn't stop her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
James had come up close to the wall just as this talk of incest began, which was why he had stopped in a shock. He couldn't see Bunny, at first, but he could see Walt, and he could see the man's enormous cock sticking out from his pants.
Then Bunny's golden head came into sight.
She stood in front of her father, smiling dreamily.
Then she knelt down.
James could still see her blonde head and her thrusting tit as she knelt there in front of the man, between his thighs.
Oh, wow! he thought. I don't believe it! Bunny is going to blow her father!
The boy felt a moment of intense envy.
Then he felt victimized.
That was supposed to be his very own blow job! The man was going to get the blow job that James had been promised! It wasn't fair! Bunny was an Indian giver! She was giving James' blow job away without even asking him. James was filled with fury.
But that feeling passed quickly.
Watching a teenaged blonde suck her father's cock was almost as thrilling as having her suck his own cock, he realized.
James wrapped his fist around the hilt of his prick, preparing to jerk himself off as he watched the performance on the terrace.
* * *
Annabelle felt a rush of cunt juice pour down the insides of her thighs as she saw, through the binoculars, what was about to take place on the neighboring terrace. She turned the lenses back and forth, looking at father and daughter, then at James. She saw that James was about to start pulling on his cock again. What a waste!
But then she saw her husband, Big Mike, come sneaking up through the trees behind the boy, and she smiled with wicked delight.
Big Mike would save that load for her!
Confident that her husband would not fail her, Annabelle looked back at the terrace, to enjoy a voyeur's view of incest.
* * *
But was it incest?
Walt didn't know-and he wasn't sure that he wanted to know. Bunny had knelt down in front of him, her lips moist, her pink tongue sliding across her parted mouth. Walt knew that there was no way he could resist his daughter's approach.
Bunny was going to suck his cock!
He couldn't prevent it, nor did he want to, and he groped wildly for justification. Incest means fucking-that's all it means, he reasoned. It won't be incest if she takes my cock in her mouth.
He managed to convince himself of that.
He even managed to feel self-righteous.
By allowing his daughter to suck him off, he was doing the proper thing-he was saving them from fucking and, thereby, from committing the sin of incest. He felt rather proud of his will power and his ability to resist sin and perversion-as he sat there and waited for his daughter to start slurping on his prick.
* * *
James almost fainted when a huge hand clamped over his bicep.
He gasped and looked over his shoulder, terrified. Big Mike stood just behind him, holding his arm in a hand like a vise and looking past him at the terrace.
"Let me go," James whispered.
"Caught you jacking off in public," Big Mike snarled. "I'll have to do something about that. But be quiet now-let's watch what those two are gonna do."
James felt relieved at that. If this terrifying man wanted to watch with him, they would be equally guilty, and he could hardly punish
James for what he, too, had done.
Side by side now, as Big Mike advanced a step, the two turned their full attention upon the terrace.
James tried to take a stroke on his cock.
Big Mike still held him by the arm, and his grip tightened so that the desperate lad could not give his prick more than an inch of fist movement. It was frustrating as hell, just whacking through an inch at the very root of his prick, when the whole long, hard cock was in need of stimulation.
"Let me go," James pleaded. "I want to jack on my cock."
"Naw-you save that," Mike hissed.
"Huh? For what?" asked the boy, worried.
"You're gonna get your own blow job, after," Big Mike said.
"Oh no!" wailed James, looking at the man, wondering how such a big, ugly, manly fellow could be queer.
Mike looked back and, realizing the boy's mistake, chuckled. He said: "Naw, not from me, for Christ's sake! I got a wife next door that's hungry for some cockmeat. She wants to fuck you, too. So just keep still, and save your hard-on for her-but let's have a little look at what those naughty neighbors of mine are up to, first."
James was wide-eyed with astonishment.
But if this guy didn't care, why should he care? He felt a wild thrill of anticipation. He was going to get his blow job, after all-and a fuck, to boot-and the added bonus of getting to watch sexy Bunny suck her father's cock!
James removed his hand from his cock.
His prick stood free and rampant, the knob glowing and the stalk throbbing. Beside him, Big Mike pulled his own cock out, but he, too, left it unhandled. He had only released it because it was getting painfully jammed as it swelled in his slacks.
Man and boy, side by side and cock by cock, they turned their full concentration once again upon the fascinating sight unfolding there upon the terrace wall.
* * *
Bunny opened her father's fly.
His prick came out like a coiled spring, and the girl gave a little gasp of joy when she saw how big it was. If anything, her daddy's prick was bigger than James' lovely cock. And size, Bunny knew, was crucial for enjoyable cocksucking. The size of the cock was more important in sucking than it was in fucking, in her opinion. If a girl had a smallish prick up her cunt, she could still wriggle and squirm and work her hot clit around on it, and get her rocks off, but a small cock in the mouth wasn't really satisfying. It was like a little hors d'oeuvre, tasty enough in itself, but leaving a girl hungry for the main course.
Bunny wasn't going to have that problem with her daddy's prick.
That big hunk of succulent cockmeat was enough to satisfy any girl's appetite, and from the way his balls were swollen, she knew she was going to quench her thirst very well, too.
And the horny teenager was truly thirsty for cum, now.
She gazed adoringly at that paternal prick, licking her lips, her blue eyes crossing as she turned them both in upon his cock-knob. She looked up at her father's face and smiled at him. He couldn't smile back, his face was too taut with lust.
He may have nodded very slightly.
It was permission enough for the cock-hungry girl.
Her tongue slipped out and touched lightly against the tip of Walt's cock. He gasped at the contact, and Bunny gave a little sight of sensual pleasure. She began laving his swollen nugget of cockmeat, her tongue gliding all around the smooth, hot wedge. She dipped the tip of her tongue into his parted cleft and fluttered it at the sensitive spot where the cock-knob flared out from the stalk.
"Ummmm," she purred.
This is just like when I was a child, and daddy used to give me lollipops, she thought. But no lollipop ever tasted as delicious as this big drink-on-a-stick.
A thick, glistening drop of pre-cum oozed from his piss slit and began to run slowly down his flaring cock-knob. Bunny drew back for a moment, watching the quicksilvery nugget slide over his purple cock. Then she gathered it up on her tongue, savoring it on her taste buds.
She stuck her tongue out with the cum still sliding on the surface, so that her father could see his jism on her nimble tongue. The sight caused him to groan. She smiled and let the drop run down her gullet.
Bunny began tonguing his cockhead again.
She was eager to swallow his load, but she was in no great hurry for it. She liked to enjoy a nice lick and suck on a prick before she got the creamy dessert, and she knew that, if her father was like any of the boys she had blown, he would appreciate her leisurely technique and her attention to detail.
Tilting her head sideways, she dipped down and licked his swollen balls for a moment, enjoying the way that his hard nuts shifted around inside their hairy sac. Working up from his balls, she ran her slurping tongue the length of his prick, from root to crown, with long, fluid strokes. Then she did it again, with her tongue crisscrossing back and forth along the track of the pulsating vein.
Walt was quivering all over now, no longer stiff and frozen, but vibrant with passion. He had started to pant heavily. Bunny was panting, too-panting right onto his prick.
She fitted her lips to the underside up his cock and ran her mouth up and down, as if playing a flute.
She still hadn't taken his prick into her mouth, and she was really drooling for it, now. Her saliva slathered his shaft and knob.
She kissed the tip of his cock and then, slowly letting her lips part, took his cockhead into her mouth.
Her cheeks hollowed in as she sucked devotedly on the meaty mouthful of succulent prick. A dribble of jism trickled onto her tongue. Another little spurt shot out. Her mouth was starting to fill with the goo even before he came, flooding with the initial fuck fluids that heralded the rich nectar that was going to come.
She sucked lovingly on his fiery cockhead, her lips collaring his prickshaft just behind the glans, his fat prick standing out between them, throbbing madly. Her saliva ran down his fucker, and his cum dripped from her lips. Then she began to move her head up and down, as if she were bobbing for apples in a barrel, feeding almost all of his huge prick into her mouth so that the dripping tip lodged back in her throat, and her slurping, sliding lips went down almost to his cum-filled balls.
She drew up slowly, sucking through every tasty inch, paused to give his cockhead some tonguing, and then went down again.
Walt placed his hand beside her face, not directing her movements-for she was sucking his cock perfectly without any guidance-but in order to brush her curly hair aside, so that he could watch his cock go in and out of her sweet mouth. Her lips were turned almost inside out as she sucked avidly, and she was fairly inhaling his cock as she pulled hungrily on it. As her lips drew up, he watched his thick, pounding cock emerge, slathered with her saliva. Then it buried itself to the root again.
The sight of his prick in his daughter's mouth was almost as thrilling to Walt as the sensation that mouth was giving him.
Then the naughty teenager added a verbal touch.
Pulling her lips away for a moment, she said: "Come, Daddy-shoot that hot, thick jizz in my mouth! I'm hungry for your jizm, I want to drink it!"
She spoke with her lips brushing the head of his prick, as if it were a microphone. The words ran right through his body. He felt as if he could feel her voice in the tips of his fingers, in his curling toes, in the roots of his hair.
"Ummm-come, please come for me," she whimpered.
Then she began to suck his cock again.
Walt groaned as the thrill swirled through him.
His bloated balls erupted, and as Bunny pushed her mouth down over his cock-knob, a great creamy deluge rushed from his piss slit, filling her mouth full of delicious cum.
Bunny gasped and gulped, swallowing his cum down as fast as she could, to make room for more.
He shot another creamy lump of jizz into her face.
There was too much cum to swallow. Thick drops overflowed the girl's lips and ran down onto her chin. Her head continued to bob and duck up and down, and her lips kept sucking while her tongue slipped around under his cock-knob.
Walt slumped, drained.
Bunny kept sucking until she was certain that she had pulled every last drop of that delicious jism out of his balls, that not a single drop still lurked in his cockhead. She drank his jizz down with enthusiasm. Then she slowly drew her lips away and looked up, smiling at her daddy.
He smiled back-slightly stunned by the extent and the magnitude of his pleasure, drained by the abundance of his climax.
Her smiling lips were coated with his spunk.
He saw her tongue slide across, gathering it up.
"Was that nice, Daddy?" she asked, her blue eyes bright.
"It was-wonderful," the man groaned.
He shook his head. He frowned slightly. Now that his balls had been emptied, he wondered again: Was it an act of incest? He was not as sure as he had been before, when his cock had been throbbing with need. But at least he hadn't fucked her.
But his cock was still hard.
"Want to fuck me now?" asked the naughty girl.
"N-no," he rasped, determined not to go that far.
Bunny looked disappointed for a moment. But then her face brightened.
"Okay, if you don't want to," she said.
Walt squinted at her, thinking that the girl seemed to have something in mind.
"I'll just clean you up, in that case," she said.
Lowering her head again, she began to tongue his cock and balls, gathering up the cum that had overflowed from her lips and slathered his prick. He watched her lick and lap; he heard her purr like a contented kitten as she slurped up the spilled fuck cream.
Then Walt saw what her plan was. As her nimble tongue finished lapping up the residue from the blow job, it was at the same time exciting him wildly.
When she looked up again, his cock and balls were polished to a gleaming luster, and his cock was as hard and as hot as it had been before he'd shot in her mouth. He could feel his balls start to swell as a brand-new load of jism seeped into them.
"That's it, then, huh?" she said.
Walt closed his eyes for a moment.
Should he ask her to blow him a second time? But that would hardly be fair. She had done all the work, and now she obviously wanted something for herself. He tried to resist the awful urge. He thought that maybe he should suck her cunt now, that he could make her come with his tongue and still keep from incestuously fucking her. But even as he thought of that, he knew it was a futile plan, doomed to failure.
His cock was already raging with need again.
If he was horny now, imagine how much hornier he would be after he had been eating her juicy cunt!
Walt sighed and resigned himself to the inevitable.
Bunny was looking up at him, her pretty face tilted to one side, her gaze inquisitive.
"I guess we'd better fuck," he said.
Bunny looked surprised, as if it had been his idea, as if it had not occurred to her before.
Then she smiled happily.
"Oh, yes," she said. "Let's."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Bunny rose gracefully to her feet and took her father by the hand. He slid down from the wall. His cock was still sticking out of his pants like a loaded, charged and primed cannon, with more shot stored in the hairy caisson of his balls. His cock-knob glistened, polished by the girl's tongue so that it reflected the starlight.
She drew him towards the door that led into the house, walking backwards, his prick angled up between them. Walt wasn't exactly reluctant, certainly not holding back as she pulled at him, but he was not as eager to commit incest as his daughter was.
He was going to, no doubt of that. He hadn't the will power to resist the unholy urge to fuck her at this stage. But he thought it seemly to show a bit of reluctance and hesitation and uncertainty-before they began to fuck.
"Come on, Daddy," Bunny urged impatiently.
Her soft lips mouthed the words provocatively. Walt stared at them, amazed to think that, moments before, his prick had been encased in them, spurting jism into her gullet onto her nimble tongue.
She said: "I've never been fucked in a bed."
They were almost at the door. His mighty cock slung out before him, it looked as if Walt were storming those portals with a battering ram, bent on pillage and rape. But there would be no rape involved with his more than willing daughter ... unless she raped him.
"I've been fucked in cars and on blankets and on a couch," she was saying, looking thoughtful as she tried to enumerate the various placed in which she'd taken a cuntful. "I've fucked on the beach and under the bleachers at the stadium-but I've never had a proper fuck, like a grown-up, in a bed. Not until tonight."
They were in the doorway now.
"My bedroom-or yours?" asked the nymphet.
Walt paused before he answered. Should he fuck his daughter in his own bed? In his wife's bed? He had a flash of Jenny at the party, fucking those men, one after the other.
"My bed," he said.
It isn't exactly vengeance. It's more a sort of poetic justice, thought Walt as he followed Bunny into the house.
* * *
Standing in the shadows on the forested slope, James and Big Mike could no longer see the couple who had moved away from the wall, but they could hear what they were saying.
They both regretted the fact that they would not be able to watch the fuck action that would follow.
They had certainly enjoyed watching Bunny suck Walt's cock.
Now they turned and looked at each other in mutual amazement Both their pricks were out, and facing each other, they might have been two swordfighters ready to clash.
"Jeez, that was disgusting," said Big Mike.
"It sure was naughty of Bunny," agreed James.
"Dirty perverts is what they are," Mike said. "If there's anything I hate, it's perverts!"
Then he frowned for a moment.
"Well, ain't nothing more for us to watch," he said. "Let's go over to my house and fuck my wife."
* * *
Annabelle was a little disappointed when Bunny and her father vanished into the house, out of sight of her binoculars, but then she looked down and saw that her husband and the horny teenaged boy were heading towards her, both of their pricks rampaging like crazy. She smiled with anticipation. She put the binoculars down and began to undress. She was naked before they arrived. Annabelle did not like to waste time.
* * *
Jenny was still on the bed at the party, but by this time, she had exhausted that long line of eager fuckers and, at the moment, there was not a stiff cock in sight. Her pussy was empty. So was her mouth. She rose up on her elbows and looked around.
The room was still crowded with men, and several girls had come in to watch. But although the men still had their pricks out, those pricks were all drooping now, and the men were talking about the clusterfuck that had been, rather than discussing what was to come. They were drinking and laughing.
She heard one gentleman remark: "That girl can sure take some stick!" Jenny took it as a compliment, and smiled.
But she wanted more stick.
She looked around, bewildered by alcohol and so full of cum, she felt soggy, but still keen for a bit more fucking. She frowned suddenly. It had just occurred to her that she had come to this party with her husband!
Oh, dear, she thought. Have I been indiscreet? Where is Walt? She looked around the room and couldn't see him. Maybe he hadn't realized what she was doing. Or had he been one of those guys who had fucked her mouth? It was hard to remember. Still, she felt pretty sure that, drunk or not, she would have recognized her husband's cock, by taste and texture, and she couldn't recall sucking on it.
Oh, well-she'd worry about that when the time came.
Right now, she wanted cock.
"Won't someone fuck me?" she wailed.
The men turned to look at her when they heard her plea. A few grinned, and a few looked sheepish at being spent. She saw several men give their pricks a pull, testing the tension. But then they sighed and shook their heads, finding no vitality left in their cocks.
"Can't I have a cock in my mouth?" she whimpered. "Even if it's soft, it's better than nothing."
"Shall we draw straws for the job?" asked one of the witty fellows.
One of the girls was gazing thoughtfully at Jenny.
She was a redhead with huge tits and a lustful demeanor.
"It made me randy, watching that orgy," she said.
The men all looked at her, shocked that they had another nympho on their hands, at a time when their cocks and balls were drained to the limit and unble to harden.
But that wasn't what the redhead had in mind.
"You ever suck cunts?" she asked Jenny. Jenny blinked in surprise. "Why, no," she said. "I never have."
"That's a shame," the redhead sighed. "But that's not to say that I won't," Jenny added.
The redhead grinned and whipped her panties down. Her cunt was like a flaming bush, all tangled red hair around a smoking crater filled with steaming cunt juice.
Her pussy looks delicious, thought Jenny. She had never eaten out a pussy, it was true, but she had thought about it sometimes and wondered what it would be like. She had nothing against it at all; it was just that the occasion had never arisen. Now she found the idea pleasing. Even if she didn't enjoy gobbling pussy, she had an idea that it might make some of the men horny again watching her do it, and so it would serve an end other than itself.
Jenny would have done anything in order to stiffen a few of those pricks, and if she enjoyed cuntsucking along the way, so much the better. She lay back, smiling.
The redhead knelt on the bed.
The men gathered around, drinks in hand, cocks hanging out, eager to watch the action. Several applauded.
"Oh, good show!" said an Englishman, his pale, skinny prick starting to twitch the way British pricks do.
Jenny hoped he was not the only one to react by getting a hard-on, but still, even that woeful prickmeat was better than nothing.
And that juicy cunt looked very tasty, too, as the redhead moved up and straddled Jenny's upturned face. Jenny stared directly up the girl's gaping cunt slot. The redhead didn't settle on her face immediately. She poised there above her, letting her get a good look at the feast that was spread before her.
Jenny began to lick her lips.
The redhead reached down with both hands and used her fingers to spread her cunt lips wide open, exposing her dark inner pussy flesh, streaked with creamy ribbons of cunt juice. Jenny's mouth began to water.
The redhead lowered her pussy.
Jenny had started to suck even before the woman's wet cunt had clamped onto her mouth.
And that cunt was so scrumptious that Jenny forgot all about the men who were standing around, watching. Had she known how succulent cunts were, she would have started eating them long ago. She sent her hot tongue stabbing up the sodden cunt slot, and her lips pressed against those hairy cunt lips as she sucked voraciously. Cunt juice poured down into her mouth. The redhead squirmed about, enjoying it greatly, working her foaming cunt around on Jenny's eager face as the thrill built up in her.
Jenny cupped the redhead's ass, tilting her pelvis up as if her cunt were a hairy goblet from which she was drinking sweet nectar. The redhead began to wail as her pussy melted.
Jenny drank that sweet cunt juice greedily.
And when the redhead had finished coming and moved away, Jenny looked around the room again. This, time she was looking at the woman as well as the men.
I hope Walt never finds out about this, she thought.
But then, another girl moved up to sit on Jenny's face, and Jenny forgot about Walt.
But Walt was thinking about Jenny-as he went into their bedroom to fuck his daughter...
CHAPTER NINE
Her body was so soft, so smooth and unblemished and nubile!
Walt began to tremble all over as he watched his daughter undress and saw that velvety flesh naked. Her movements were slow and languid and provocative, revealing a little at a time, and when she was unclothed, she turned through a full circle so that he could admire her from all angles, front, back and sides.
The sight made his fingers itch to touch her, his tongue tingle to lick her, his mouth water to suck her-and his prick pulse to fuck her. His wife had looked very much like that when they had first met. Jenny was still well-preserved and sexy, but no longer so sleek and smooth. His mind kept flashing back to the way she had looked at the party, with a prick in her mouth and another up her cunt, then he flashed back to the reality of the moment, to his daughter. He seemed to be confusing the two women in his mind. But there was no confusion whatsoever in his cock-it was hammering away for what was at hand.
Naked, Bunny sat on the bed, her legs parted.
Walt began to strip his clothing off, and the girl watched him with an interest every bit as avid as he had shown her. Bunny had never fucked a grown-up man before, no one over twenty, and she was thrilled by the idea, as well as the knowledge of who this man was.
Incest is very naughty, she thought.
And it was all the more exciting because of it.
Even before they had fucked for the first time, the oversexed teenager found herself thinking ahead to other times. How handy it would be to have a lover living in the same house! It was a drag, sometimes, to have to go out looking for cock, but she was always ready for cock, and if her father was fucking her steadily, it would solve a lot of problems and relieve a great deal of frustration.
Her mother might be a hindrance, though. They would have to make sure she didn't find out what they were doing. But she had to go shopping and to the hairdressers and such, so there would be plenty of time for a quick fuck or suck.
Anyhow, what did her mother expect?
What an awful thing to do-getting gang banged by a bunch of strangers at a party.
What an awful, exciting thing!
Bunny wanted to get gang banged herself soon.
Walt came over to the bed.
His prick was so long and fat, it cast a shadow over the girl. It loomed out like the boom of a sailing ship, and she had to duck her head, giggling, to avoid getting knocked overboard.
He sat down beside her.
She could tell by the look on his face that he was having a few final misgivings about fucking her.
She folded her fist around the root of his cock.
The misgivings went away fast.
Bunny felt like a blacksmith, holding that big, hot hammer in her hand. His prick was as hard as iron. She gave it a slow stroke, and Walt groaned and turned to her. They kissed, swapping tongues back and forth. He began to massage her tits.
Although the girl had sucked his prick, this was the first time that Walt had put his hands on her, and he was savoring the feel of her silken skin and nubile, well-packed flesh. He rolled her stiff nipples and cupped her fat tit-mounds together. He bent down and licked her tit tips, then sucked on them, his head moving back and forth to pay equal homage to both tits.
Bunny held his cock steady and gave it an occasional stroke, but she was careful not to fall into a rhythm that might jack him off, for she had no intention of wasting his cum or her hand. Her hunger had been nicely satisfied, but now her pussy was parched for jism.
She settled slowly back on the bed, raising her knees.
Walt went down with her, his lips stuck to her tit.
He touched her cunt for the first time, cupping it in his hand and gently squeezing. His palm filled with cunt juice. He fingered her taut clit, causing her to moan.
He pushed two fingers up her fuck hole.
"Ummmm," she purred.
Moving lower, he kissed her stomach, then her belly. He ran his tongue through the tangled curls of pussy mound. Then he slid down and began to lick the slippery flesh of her inner thighs. Bunny arched her back, lifting her pussy higher. She wanted to get fucked soon, but if her daddy wanted a little munch first, she was all for that. Most of the boys she dated either didn't go down on her, or did it clumsily, and she had an idea that her daddy would be a talented cuntsucker.
He held her by the flanks, as if her hipbones were handles, and buried his face between her legs.
Bunny squealed with joy.
His tongue felt as big as a prick as it plunged into her drenched fuck hole and his lips pulled adoringly on her clit.
Bunny began to quiver violently.
Should she come on his tongue or save it for his cock?
But that was a silly idea-Bunny knew damned well that she could come more than once.
"Oh, Daddy-you'll make me cream," she sighed.
"Ummmm," he murmured, his mouth clamped to her flooded cunt, the sound moist and muffled.
He continued to suck and tongue, and Bunny began to thrash about in ecstasy.
Her pussy melted in his mouth.
Walt sucked the silvery fuck cream from her pussy and worked doggedly on her clit, milking her off with relish.
Her orgasm came, and passed.
Bunny lay back, smiling dreamily.
Walt continued to lap her pussy for a few moments.
He was stretched out, belly down, his face clamped to her cunt, and his prick was pushing down into the bed beneath him with such force that his ass was being lifted into the air.
He had to fuck her now-he just had to.
Giving her pussy a final loving slurp, he began to move up her trembling body. Bunny waited with eager pleasure. Although she had come very nicely in his mouth, that coming had done nothing at all to detract from her desire. If anything, it had made her more horny than ever to get her pussy stuffed full of paternal prick.
His cock rubbed along her thigh as he moved up.
He overshot the mark, and his prick lay on her belly, angled up across her groin as if her pussy mound were the fulcrum for his mighty lever of cockflesh. His ass drew back, and his prick slid down into her creaming crotch. The tip nestled against her hairy cunt, and she began to squirm, her pelvis jerking.
Walt pushed his cock-knob into her cunt.
He paused, only the crown of his prick buried, delaying the moment, prolonging the joy of expectation.
"Put it in! Put your cock up me!" she wailed.
Walt slid his whole prick into her cunt.
Her fuck hole began to work on his cock instantly, sucking and dragging on it. He groaned, holding the full penetration for a moment as he savored the sensation of having every inch of his pulsating prick buried in her hot, slippery cunt. Going wild with the joy of being stuffed to the brim with hot, pounding cock, she began moving before he did. Her hips rolled from side to side, turning her cunt around on his prick like a washer on a bolt, and her belly began to pump up and down, sliding her fuck tube up and down his cock.
Then Walt began to fuck her with gusto.
He was stoking her cunt as if it were a furnace, shoveling the phallic fuel in to feed the raging flames of her lust.
His ass bucked and heaved and corkscrewed, and Bunny met him stroke for stroke, her nubile loins gyrating, her firm ass grinding, her hips working like pistons, and her cunt clenching tightly, gripping every inch of his prick from head to hilt. The inner muscles of her fuck hole contracted in a sequence of tight rings, rippling up the length of his prick as he buried it into her, milking him with her pussy.
Cunt juice gushed from her, soaking them both.
She arched, bucking wildly. She threw her head back, eyes glazed by passion, lips parted and trembling. A long, low moan of pure ecstasy came from her throat, and her cunt was bubbling juicily. His prick hissed as it slithered in and out, pumping cunt-juice from her as if drawing fluid from a well. His balls slapped against her up-thrust, churning ass, and his belly whacked on hers.
She locked her thighs around him, making a cup of her belly and hooks of her knees, dragging his prick into her cunt.
They were fucking with such intensity that it could not last long; they could not endure in the heat of such passion.
Bunny felt the thrill begin in long, waves rippling across her pumping belly.
Electric sensations coursed up her thighs.
She could feel her father's prick getting bigger and bigger, swelling up inside her cunt and spreading her juicy fuck hole wider, and she knew that he was going to come. She wanted them to come together.
"I'm gonna-cream!" she wailed.
He slammed his huge prick in to the hilt.
"Come, Daddy-come with me-I want to feel your' cum squirt up my cunt when I cream!"
"Yes-yes!" he gasped. "Here it comes-take it!"
His balls blew up and the head of his cock exploded in the depths of her seething pussy. She felt the burning geyser rush into her cunt, filling it with swirling jism. Her own orgasm ripped loose, and her cunt juice came gushing out in a flood.
They leaped and pounded, bucked and corkscrewed, crashing together with bone-shaking force as they both worked off their orgasms together in a creamy deluge of wild sensation.
At last, Walt slowed, then stopped fucking.
Bunny continued to wriggle under him for a few moments as she milked out the last drops of her cunt juice and worked off the final spasms of her orgasm.
They both lay still, his cock still in her pussy.
Walt gazed down at his teenaged daughter, his face troubled. Now that his cock had been emptied again, he was wondering if it had been a tragic mistake to fuck the girl, if she would start to feel terrible remorse and guilt and shame.
She stared up at him, and her face was thoughful.
Is it regret that's making her look so worried? he wondered. But it sure wasn't.
Bunny Johnson was worried because she could feel her father's prick start to soften in her cunt, and she was wondering how long it would be before he could fuck her again.
CHAPTER TEN
"Look what I brought for you," Big Mike said, as he escorted James into his house. James had been a bit nervous as they walked over. It didn't make sense to him that a man should allow his wife to fool around without someone else, and he hadn't accepted it at face value. He had been afraid that there was some unknown factor involved-perhaps the wife was so ugly, her husband wouldn't fuck her himself, and therefore found young men like
James to give a command performance. Still, horny as James was at the moment, even an ugly woman would have been welcome-anything hot and wet, into which he could empty his cock and balls.
But when he got a look at Annabelle, his fears vanished.
She was coming towards them across the room, stark naked, her lush hips swinging provocatively. James had never seen such a bushy pussy-a dark and tangled forest awaiting exploration.
"Hello," she said, smiling. "I'm Annabelle."
"Errrr-I'm James," he said.
James glanced sideways at Big Mike, still afraid there might be some trick, hardly able to believe that he had really struck it so lucky. But Big Mike looked on approvingly.
"Did you see what that naughty girl did to her daddy?" Mike asked.
"Ummm-I was watching. It made me hungry."
"You wanna blow this guy?"
James actually blushed.
"Um-hum," said Annabelle.
Could she be a cock teaser? James wondered. Is that their game?
Would she make him horny and then fuck her husband, instead, leaving the poor lad seething with need-perhaps not even allowing him to jack off? How cruel that would be! Yet, she didn't look like a cock teaser. She looked plenty hot and horny, herself.
She was eyeing the lad thoughtfully.
"You already came twice," she said. "You think you'll be able to come in my mouth-and my cunt?"
James nodded confident of his prowess.
"But how do you know I already came?" he asked.
"Why, I was watching you with binoculars."
Now he blushed again. It wasn't so bad to have her watch while Bunny whacked him off, but he felt embarrassed at having been under observation while he'd given himself a hand-job. Still, if it had made her horny...
"How do you like it?" she asked.
"Huh?"
"A blow job. I mean, do you like to stand up or lie down or kneel over a girl and fuck her in the mouth, or what?"
"I-I don't know."
"What? You must know how you like it best."
"I never had a blow job," he admitted.
Her eyes gleamed and she smiled happily.
"Oh! I haven't sucked off a virgin in years!" she said. "Imagine that! Why, I'll bet you've never been fucked, right?"
He nodded, not ashamed of it-and seeing that the idea was making this remarkable woman even hotter than before.
Annabelle looked at her husband.
"Do you have any preference?" she asked.
"Naw-just suck his cock."
Her gaze moved down to his prick, standing hard as a stone as it jutted from his fly. She was licking her lips at the thought of having cherry cockmeat in her mouth and swallowing virgin cum. Her pussy was smoldering, too, but she wanted a mouthful first, followed by a nice long fuck.
She knelt in front of James.
Big Mike knelt down beside his wife, too, so that he could get a good close-up view of the fuck action.
What a funny couple, James thought. He would have expected to be somewhat embarrassed at having a husband watch a wife suck his prick, but he wasn't. Big Mike's interest was obvious, and if he didn't mind-if he liked it-who was James to complain?
Annabelle gazed at his cock for awhile, thinking how delicious it looked. She reached into his open fly and hauled his balls out so that she could look at all of his sexual tackle. His balls were bloated and swollen and full of the succulent cum she hungered for. His prick was vibrant and throbbing.
She tilted her head to the side and ducked in to lick at his balls for a moment. James sighed with joy the moment he felt her tongue touch him. Now he knew it was really going to happen. They might be playing some bizarre game with him, but the name of the game was not cock teasing.
Annabelle glanced sideways at her husband as she tongued merrily away on the boy's hairy balls.
Big Mike grinned his encouragement. Annabelle kissed the head of James' prick. The wide, meaty wedge of cockmeat flared mightily.
She began to lave it with her tongue. Slippery drops of jism oozed from his parted cleft, and the cum-crazed woman lapped them up, purring happily. She slid her tongue out and let her husband get a good look at the jism on her taste buds, before she let the stuff flow down her gullet.
Then she took his prick into her mouth.
Big Mike leaned so close that his lust-flushed face was only inches from her mouth and James' cock, his eyes crossing as he gazed inward at the junction of lips and prick.
Annabelle began to suck.
Her lips pulled and dragged up and down his cock, and her nimble tongue fluttered and flashed around his cockhead, sweeping juicily over his prickmeat, caressing it lovingly. Saliva poured down his cock, then her head went down and slurped it back into her mouth. His prick had started to ooze heavily, not shooting yet, but steadily dripping. Annabelle pulled her lips away so that Big Mike could see that the head of the boy's cock was coated with thick fuck cream, then sucked it back into her mouth.
"Yummy," she purred.
James' legs were shaking and trembling. He pushed his hips out, fucking into her mouth, hardly able to believe how wonderful it felt to have his cock buried in a woman's face. He had long imagined what it would be like. He had dreamed of it and longed for it, but the reality of that skilled and eager mouth was better than he had dared hope for. It was hard to believe that anything could feel better than this-even hot cunt-although he was looking forward to that, too.
She sucked and slurped, cum bubbling out from her compressed lips as they pulled up and down.
"Ummm-shoot in my mouth, you sweet boy," she urged.
Big Mike's eyes gleamed as he watched.
James felt the thrill sweep across his belly and build up in his bloated balls. He gasped, letting her know he was about to blow his wad. She sucked hungrily on his prick, feeling the meaty mouthful expand mightily as his orgasm approached. His cockhead was so big now, it was pressing into both of her cheeks at the same time.
Suddenly, his cock was hosing her gullet.
"Unghh," she gasped, as her throat clogged with cum.
She swallowed his hot cum joyfully and sucked more out of his prick. The cream was jetting out, filling her mouth. It dribbled from the roof of her mouth and poured into her cheeks and dosed her tongue, and she gulped it down and kept on sucking, a dreamy expression on her face as she slaked her appetite for spunk.
At last, his cock and balls were drained.
The lad staggered, feeling as if she had sucked his balls dry, as if all his vital bodily fluids had been spent in her mouth. He was amazed that she had drank it all, for he must have shot a bucketful of thick cum out. But greedy Annabelle was still slurping away, whimpering hungrily, wanting even more of the tasty stuff.
His cock was empty for the moment.
But it remained hard.
After awhile, realizing that she was not going to get any more jizz to drink at the moment, Annabelle took her lips away from the head of his cock and opened her mouth wide, so that Big Mike could see the sticky fuck cream that remained on her tongue. She smiled, and Mike grunted his approval. She used her tongue to lap up a few drops that had flowed down his prick.
"That was delicious," she purred.
She kissed her husband with her creamy lips, showing the gratitude she felt towards him, for bringing her such a lovely treat.
Big Mike's prick was pounding.
"Should I blow you, darling?" she asked.
"Naw, I'll wait," he said. "You want to get this kid fucked now, don't you?"
"Ummmm-what a good idea."
Annabelle stood up. Big Mike did, too. James looked stunned, a stilly sort of smile on his face. Annabelle took his cock in her hand, holding it like a leash to lead him into the bedroom. Front rooms were fine for cocksucking, But Annabelle liked her comforts when she was getting fucked.
The bed was huge.
She led the lad over to it, by the prick. Big Mike followed them in. She undressed James as he stood beside the bed.
Sucking a prick that was sticking out of an open fly was okay, but for fucking, she wanted the boy naked.
They got on the bed.
Big Mike sat at the foot of the bed, his cock sticking up like a periscope, as if it, too, was keen to watch the proceedings.
Then they proceeded.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
As often as James had imagined what his first fuck was going to be like, he had never imagined a scene like this one. He had always assumed that his first piece of ass would be given him by some girl his own age or younger, possibly a virgin-although not necessarily-and whom he would have had to carefully seduce in order to get her to put out.
To be taken to bed by an experienced older woman was incredible-and all the more so in that her husband was sitting at the foot of the bed, watching with interest and concentration. If they had gone directly into the bedroom as soon as James was brought there, he would have been nervous about the situation, afraid that jealousy might rear its head during the fuck. But his mind was at ease on that score, now, for Annabelle had sucked him off and swallowed his cum and if watching that had not made her husband jealous, nothing would. Why, he ever seemed to enjoy watching his wife get stuffed full of cock.
It was a mystery of untold depths to James. Big Mike was certainly not incapable of fucking his wife, for his prick was big and hard, so why was he willing to let other men fuck her?
James was young and relatively innocent. He guessed that, in time, he would understand more about the ways that men reacted to such things. For the moment, he could only enjoy it.
Annabelle was running her tongue all over him.
She licked up his legs from his feet to the junction of his crotch; she moved on to tongue his chest and belly and dip her tongue into his belly button. Every few moments, she would raise her head and look at Big Mike, to make sure he approved, enjoying the way his face was contorted by passion as he watched.
Then she would go down again, avoiding his prick now, but going all over the rest of his smooth body. She turned him over onto his belly and began to lick up the crack of his ass, astonishing him at first, then thrilling him as her hot tongue began to probe up his tight ass-hole.
The lad had a terrifying thought.
Was it possible that Big Mike was queer, after all, and that Annabelle was lubricating his ass for a sudden cock-stroke?
But then she turned him over again, his ass nicely tongued, but still unfucked. He lay on his back again, and now she went down on his prick for some serious sucking, but she didn't get into the steady rhythm that would bring him to another orgasm for, delicious as his cum was and greedy as she was, she had already had a load to drink, and she wanted his next geyser up her cunt.
She sucked and laved his prick.
She cupped her fat tits around it and let him fuck up her cleavage for a moment, licking his big, purple cockhead as it came up squeezing out from between her soft tit-globes.
James could easily have come that way, squirting fuck juice right into her face, but again, she stopped.
She drew him on top of her.
This was the magic moment! James was mounted on the woman, his hard cock all set to push into her cunt. She reached down and folded her hand around his prick, fitting the tip into her burning cunt and moving it around.
James tried to slam into her cunt, and her hand restrained him, keeping only his cockhead between her cunt lips for a moment. Then she released him, and he pushed his prick up into her cunt and gave a wail of pure ecstasy as he felt her hot, slippery cunt flesh clamp over his prickmeat.
He held his prick buried to the hilt for a moment.
Annabelle squirmed, and her lush hips urged him into action.
He began to fuck into her with long, slow strokes.
Her talented pussy had closed around his cock, gripping every inch, compressing and contracting. His ass bucked and dipped, corkscrewing wildly as he fucked her pussy and she met him stroke for stroke, her hips dancing under him and her belly pumping to jam her pussy down as his cock slipped in to the balls.
Big Mike got down on his belly, and rested his chin on the mattress, sliding up so that his face was right between their thighs, getting a real close look at the fuck action. He could see the boy's fat cock vanish up his wife's fuck hole, then come pulling out, sparkling with pussy juice. James' swollen balls kept getting in the way, and Mike shifted his head to look past them. He had no interest in looking at the boy's nut sac except as it related to his wife's cunt.
Annabelle arched, then bowed.
Her thighs clamped around James' haunches, then opened wide as she kept changing her position.
James continued to fuck into her steadily, stepping up the tempo until his prick was hissing into her pussy and pumping the cunt juice out. His cock swelled and throbbed violently, thundering with energy, full of sap.
"Oh! Pour that hot stuff into me!" Annabelle wailed.
James drove in, and as he buried his cock to the balls, his thick spunk squirted out in a creamy deluge. Annabelle wailed and whimpered as she felt the hot cum soak her cunt. She heaved wildly as she pumped her own climax out with his.
He emptied his cock and balls in four or five spurts.
He would have stayed mounted on her, his cock buried, as he panted for breath following the thrill, but Annabelle pushed him away. James rolled off, his thick cock slipping from her juice-filled fuck hole. A river of creamy jizz came pouring from her vacated cunt and ran down her hairy crotch. Big Mike slid up and clamped his mouth onto his wife's soaking pussy and began to suck hungrily.
His tongue stabbed into her, and his lips slurped.
Annabelle squirmed and purred and, although she'd just come on James' prick, she began to get horny all over again.
And James' cock was still rampant.
* * *
Annabelle rolled over and pushed up against James, her ass grinding against him. Despite his lack of experience, it was obvious to him that she wanted to get his cock from the back now, and he slipped his prick into her crotch from behind, running it up her fuck hole.
They began to fuck again, moving slower now, gliding together with leisurely strokes. James reached around her and cupped her fat tits, and she reached in between her legs and caressed his balls. His belly slapped on her grinding ass, causing her to quiver.
Then Big Mike joined in.
Although he dearly loved to watch his wife get fucked in any position-or any hole-this was his favorite view. From this angle, he could see all the juicy details without balls or asses blocking his line of vision. He got up close and stared at the fat cock that was pushing in and pulling out, and then he got closer yet and began to use his tongue on his wife's clit.
Annabelle began to cry out aloud as she experienced the double thrill of cock and tongue, relishing the joy of having a well-stuffed fuck hole and a sucked clit at the same time.
Big Mike tongued her cunt lips as they unfolded around James' plunging prick, then went back to work on her clit. Between them, they soon had her creaming again. The cunt juice flooded from her, and Big Mike lapped it up while James kept pumping his prick into her steadily.
Big Mike had to start thinking about getting his own cock and balls emptied now, for he was in a very horny condition by this time. As soon as he lifted his face from Annabelle's busy cunt, she understood what he wanted, for the happily married couple were well matched and in agreement. She slid away from James. He had not come yet, and he gave a little wail as his cock was cast off.
Annabelle turned and pushed the boy down and then threw her leg across, mounting him. His cock stood up like a flagpole before her belly, cunt juice streaming down the shaft. She hiked higher and sat on his prick, slowly pushing her cunt all the way down until it was buried.
James tried to start fucking again, but she didn't move with him now-not yet. Her weight held him down so that he couldn't stroke in and out, and his cock remained balls-deep in her cunt, throbbing as her pussy walls sucked on it.
She looked back over her shoulder at Mike.
Mike grinned happily and knelt behind her.
He bent down and tongued her ass-hole for a moment, getting it nice and slippery. Then he spread the cheeks of her ass wide apart and fitted the head of his prick into her ass-hole.
He began to wedge his fat cock into her ass.
Annabelle gurgled happily, squirming, wanting her ass-hole stuffed full of hot cock. His prick-knob slipped in. Inch by inch, he began to work his whole long prick up into her shitter. His cock went in slowly, but easily enough, for Annabelle's ass-hole was not an unplumbed depth and her bowels had known plenty of pricks in the past.
Mike ground his cock in until every inch was buried, and his balls were jammed into her foaming pussy, alongside James' balls.
Then, all three together, they began to fuck.
like some well-oiled complex machinery, they glided together, the parts fitted perfectly and smoothly, the linkage just right, the meaty pistons filling the hot chambers like a carnal internal combustion engine.
As James' prick filled Annabelle's cunt, her husband's prick filled her ass-hole. Annabelle was in heaven now, with both of those fat pricks plowing up her. She rather wished there were another man there, so she could enjoy a mouthful, too-but a girl can't have everything.
She could feel the two pricks rubbing together through the narrow partition that divided her fuck holes. Both men felt it, too, and the friction increased greatly by their combined efforts.
They were both stuffing her at the same time, to begin with. Then Big Mike changed the fucking tempo and began to work in counterpoint, so that his cock filled her ass-hole as James pulled out from her pussy, and vice versa. Their cocks passed inside her, coming and going.
She vibrated between them, panting and whimpering.
Mike's fat cock stuffed her ass to the brim, and James' cock was filling her cunt. She was starting to come again, but trying to hold back, to wait for them to fill her with jism at the magic moment of her own climax. She wanted both men to shoot at the same time. Her cunt sucked, and her ass-hole pulled and milked. Her body went up and down wildly.
Big Mike had his hands cupped on her hips, lifting her up and down on James' cock at the same time that he pulled her back and forth on his own ass-raker. James was reaching up to fondle her plump tits, getting handfuls of the smooth, soft, stiff-tipped globes. Two white-hot cockheads burned in the depths of her loins, and two iron-hard prickshafts slid in and out.
She felt a hot spurt of cum jet into her ass-hole.
But it was only a preliminary dose. Big Mike was still churning up her ass-hole, his full load building up.
Annabelle began to concentrate on James.
Her pussy worked like a wet wringer on his cock, clamping and slurping and compressing.
She felt his cock swell with her efforts.
"Come!" she wailed. "Both of you-shoot it in me!"
She could wait no longer. Her pussy sparked with an electric thrill and began to cream, and at the same moment, both men blew their wads.
James' prick went off like Old Faithful, shooting straight up into her grinding cunt with such power that her pelvis was tilted on the rising stream, almost blowing her off his cock.
Big Mike's jism hosed her ass in a steady squirt, forcing her loins back down on the rising tide of James' spunk.
Tossed wildly about on a hurricane of cum, the woman melted into ecstasy.
Big Mike and James both stretched out, spent for the moment, their pricks flagging and drooping. Annabelle had come very nicely and didn't really need anymore fucking or sucking, but she just hated to have soft cocks around her.
She moved from one to the other, mouthing each prick in turn and sucking experimentally, hoping to feel the meat start to throb and tingle in her lips. Mike's cock, steeped and basted in her ass-hole, had only shot once during this session, and it gave the most promise of renewed vigor. But James had the advantage of youth and, under her skilled tongue, he began to tense again.
Annabelle sat back, cross-legged, waiting to see which prick would rise to the occasion. While she waited, she fingered her clit and rubbed her cunt, just to keep it on the boil.
Then she did a remarkable thing.
Grinning wickedly, she bent down.
She was lithe and supple and this was an exercise that she often practiced. She went down lower and lower as James looked on in amazement and Big Mike, who had seen it before, smiled encouragingly. Her dark hair swept over her thighs. Her pink tongue pushed out. Her mouth was only inches from her own cunt, hovering, licking her lips.
Is she going to make it? James wondered.
Annabelle raised her hand and used it to sweep her long black hair aside, so that it did not block the men's view of what she was doing. Then she ducked down that final inch and began to eat her own cunt.
She used only her tongue at first, running it along her cunt lips and fluttering it over her clit. She gazed out from under her eyelashes, watching the men who were so intently watching her. Then she fitted her lips to her cunt lips and began to suck steadily. She was full of jism and cunt juice, and the slippery fluids poured over her lips.
"Ummmm," she purred.
James could hardly believe what he was seeing.
He glanced at her husband.
Big Mike gave the boy a wink.
Annabelle knew just what she was doing. m
Although she often sucked herself off when she was alone and enjoyed it, she was not even trying to bring herself to a climax at the moment. That was a game to be saved for solitary, cockless occasions.
Now she was doing it to stimulate her admirers-and doing it most effectively. The two men leaned closer, staring. Her nimble tongue moved all around in her juicy pussy, and her lips pulled and slurped.
Then she sat up again, smiling.
Both men had hard cocks again.
And horny Annabelle knew just what to do with them both.
CHAPTER TWELVE
In the house next door, Bunny and her father were fucking up a storm. There had been a delay in the action, following their first fuck, because Walt-with his balls drained and his passion slaked-had begun to feel ashamed of himself for fucking his teenaged daughter. He had even vowed to himself never to do it again.
But Bunny had no such qualms.
She figured that it was a pretty naughty thing to do, fucking and sucking with her daddy-but it was all the more enjoyable because of that. Her sense of depravity enhanced the pleasure. The horny teenager wanted to fuck him lots more.
After awhile, she had commenced to play with her father's prick, which had gone semi-soft, but was still a fat coil of prickmeat as it looped down his thigh.
"I want more of that sweet cock," she pleaded.
Walt hesitated. He was determined to fuck her no more-yet he hadn't the will power to make her stop fondling his prick because it felt awfully good, and his cock had started to rise nicely in her fist.
"It's wrong," he muttered.
Bunny gave him a sweet smile.
"Yeah, maybe so," she said. "But since we've already fucked, it's too late to worry about it, right? I mean, it won't make it any more naughty to fuck twice, will it?"
How could he argue with such logic?
Then the girl leaned down and began to suck on his cock, and as it came pounding back to a rock-hard condition, he lost all desire to even try to argue with her.
After that, they did just about everything. They got in a 69.
Bunny mounted him, and as her head bobbed up and down on his prick, her cunt ground on his face. Overwhelmed by the sensation, the girl began to cream almost at once, and when her daddy shot a thick geyser up into her mouth, she swallowed every precious drop.
Walt had a vague idea that sucking each other off might not be as incestuous as actually fucking, and he would have been willing to do it again, but Bunny-although she truly loved to drink jism and to get her cunt sucked-had swallowed enough for now and was keen to fuck some more.
They began to fuck in various positions.
Bunny had never fucked in a bed before, and although she'd had plenty of prick in her, it had usually been in an awkward position in a car, or with her ass rubbing on the ground or her tits freezing as they were bared to cool night air. So she was truly appreciative of the comforts of a proper bed and the different ways they were able to fuck.
She got on her hands and knees, and her father knelt behind her and threw a vigorously athletic doggy-fuck into her, bouncing her pelvis around on his big, churning prick. As he fucked her with underslung strokes, she had a multiple orgasm of thrilling satisfaction.
It occurred to her, as she knelt before him, that she might coax him to slip his cock up her ass-hole, but she wasn't sure what he would think of that idea. It might not really be socially acceptable, fucking one's daughter up the shit chute.
So instead, they fucked face to face again, kneeling this time, belly to belly and thigh to thigh, with his fat prick plowing straight up into the smoldering depths of her cunt.
Then they stood up, his cock still in her cunt, and ground away at a knee-trembler for a few moments. Bunny threw her legs up around him and clung to his shoulders with her arms, and he held her under the ass, lifting her crotch up and down on his cock with the cunt juice pouring out of her so heavily, it was making the floor slippery underfoot.
They finished up with Bunny sitting on the very edge of the bed and Walt kneeling on the floor between her thighs, his balls dragging up the edge of the mattress as he plunged into her pussy. They both came at the same time and with stunning satisfaction.
Dazed by their climax, they crawled back upon the bed and stretched out, panting.
"You'd better go to your own room now, honey," Walt said. "Before your mother comes home and finds us like this."
"Yeah," she sighed.
But then they both drifted off into slumber.
Bunny awoke some time later.
At first, she didn't know where she was, and she blinked in confusion. But then she remembered all the fucking and sucking she had been doing, and a big, happy smile came over her face. She had no regrets whatsoever. In fact, her brief sleep had renewed her energy, and she wouldn't have minded a bit more of her daddy's prick.
But he was sound asleep.
Bunny sat up and gazed down at his prick.
It looped out, not hard now, but impressive even in a soft state.
She knew she really should go to her own room now, but she simply had to give that prick a final kiss. She leaned down and kissed the rubbery knob lightly. But it tasted so good, she decided it would be nice to give it a bit of a sucking, too, before she went. She slipped his fat prick-knob between her lips and began to slurp merrily away.
The meaty mouthful began to harden and swell.
Walt was still sound asleep.
Bunny got a mischievous look in her eyes.
She was wondering if she could manage to suck him off without waking him up. The idea was exciting. She might give him what he thought was a wet dream. And she could use another nice mouthful of his jism. His cock seemed even more delicious not than it had the first time she'd mouthed it. Maybe that was because it had been soaked in her cunt.
Cunt juice does taste lovely, the naughty girl thought.
It was true that she had never sucked a pussy-but that was not to say that she wouldn't given the opportunity.
But at the moment, she was more interested in getting that big prick to feed her some fuck cream.
She began to lick up and down Walt's cock and over his growing cock-knob. Then she took his prick in her mouth and started to suck very softly and gently, keen to milk him without waking him, just for the novelty of it. His cock got bigger and bigger and harder and harder. He began to moan in his slumber and to toss around a bit, but he did not awaken.
She hoped he was dreaming about her.
Bunny was getting awfully hungry for some more jism now, and she folded her fist around the root of his prick and began to slowly jack it up and down, thinking she could make him come quicker by combining the manual with the oral-by jerking him off in her mouth. She cupped his balls in her free hand, squeezing them ever so gently, as if to coax them to release the load of scum that they contained.
She felt his hairy sac swell like a balloon.
His prick-knob expanded and flared in her lips, and his cock shaft began to throb with energy. She jacked him slowly and steadily, and her lips and tongue worked with great concentration of his cockhead. Soon enough, his prick-knob started to trickle with the first fluid signs of his approaching orgasm. The first taste made the girl absolutely ravenous for more of the sweet stuff.
She kept sucking and jacking hungrily.
And then she was rewarded with a hot mouthful of spurting jism, and she gulped it down greedily, milking him dry without waking him up.
Then she fell asleep herself. With his prick still in her mouth, Bunny drifted into slumber. And that was how her mother found them.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Jenny couldn't remember the exact count, but she estimated that she had fucked at least a dozen men and sucked three cunts. She'd sucked some cocks, too, and it was hard to tell if the same cocks that had been in her mouth had also been up her pussy.
She was delighted at having discovered the joy of cuntsucking. She had so much enjoyed snacking on those creamy pussies that she had every intention of doing plenty of pussy lapping in the future.
But now the party seemed to be ended.
Jenny was still on the bed, still intoxicated and, incredibly, still horny. But it seemed to her that she had not had a cock stuck up her cunt for at least half an hour, and it was even longer since she'd had a mouthful of cock or cunt-so long that the delicious taste was but a faint memory now, and she was starving for some more of either.
And where was her husband?
Gee, she sure hoped that Walt hadn't found out what she'd been doing!
He was a tolerant sort of guy, but still-a man can't be too pleased to find out his wife has been getting gang banged and giving out cluster sucks and tonguing pussies and such. She would have to give him a really good fuck to make up for it, for she firmly believed that a super fuck made up for countless sins.
She waited a few more minutes, and then, when nothing fuckable appeared, she got up from the bed. The fur coat that had been under her churning ass was soaked, and there were pools of cum on the mattress. Jenny staggered slightly, partly because she was drunk and partly because all that fucking had left her legs weak.
She went into the other room, with cum and cunt juice running down her thighs and more of the stuff congealed on her chin. The host and hostess were at the front door, saying goodnight to the departing guests. Jenny looked around for her husband. Then it dawned on her that she was naked and cum-soaked, and that maybe it might be just as well if Walt didn't see her in that condition. If he didn't already know what she'd been up to, he might well guess it.
A woman went into the bedroom and came back out with a fur coat. She gave Jenny a very dirty look, and Jenny guessed she must have fucked the woman's husband. But then she realized that it was the woman's coat upon which she had been gang banged, and that the fur was covered with fuck cream. How did one explain a thing like that?
She didn't even try.
Then the last of the guests had departed, except for her.
"Have you seen Walt?" she asked the host.
He looked embarrassed.
"Oh! Did he know what I was doing?" she asked.
"Hell! He was watching you do it."
"Oh, dear! How indiscreet of me! Was he-angry?" The host shrugged.
"Walt went home some time ago, Jenny. I suppose I'd better give you a lift."
Jenny smiled at the man, who she had not fucked but who was not bad-looking and seemed well endowed.
"I'll come along, too," said the host's wife.
She didn't trust Jenny, and with good reason.
But Jenny smiled at her, as well.
Nothing, however, developed in the car as they drove her home. Jenny started rubbing the man's thigh and then cupped his cock and balls but, although his prick began to get nice and hard, he ignored her. Then she turned to the woman and began groping her crotch-with the same response.
Unlike most of the guests at their party, the host and hostess did not go in for communal fucking. This was making Jenny more horny than ever, and totally frustrated. As they drove up the canyon road, she began to finger-fuck herself, looking hopefully at the man and woman and wishing that one of them would volunteer to do the job for her.
But they remained resolute.
They pulled up into the parking space by James' car and, too embarrassed to face Walt under the circumstances, let Jenny out there. She went unsteadily up to the house, and the host and hostess drove home at high speed, where they spent the rest of the night fucking up a storm.
Jenny went into the house, hoping that her husband was home-and that he was not too angry with her. She had been a very naughty girl, but she had an idea that her sins would be mitigated somewhat if she gave the final fuck of the night to her husband.
She went quietly to the bedroom because she didn't want to wake her daughter.
Nor did she-but that sleeping teenager was not where Jenny supposed her to be.
Jenny paused in the doorway, blinking at the sight that confronted her from the bed. She didn't recognize Bunny, because Bunny was turned away from the doorway, her head was down on Walt's groin. It never dawned on Jenny that the girl in bed with Walt might be Bunny.
She supposed that he must have picked up a girl at the party.
And this pleased her greatly. If Walt, too, had committed adultery, then he wouldn't be inclined to blame her for doing the same. It would save a lot of guilt.
And, too, it was a delightful sight for a horny woman to see.
Walt was flat on his back, sleeping peacefully. The girl was kneeling at the foot of the bed, her juicy ass thrust up a bit and her blonde head down on his prick. From where she stood by the door, Jenny could see the girl's cunt, streaming with foam.
Jenny licked her lips as she stripped her clothing off.
She moved very quietly up to the foot of the bed and sat down behind that creamy ass that was poised there, as if awaiting her. Jenny leaned in and ran her tongue up those pink cunt lips. Then she drew back to see what effect her tongue had had, and was gratified to see those pink cunt petals ripple and unfurl, and the pussy slot widen and fill with cunt juice. The sight caused her mouth to water.
Leaning in again, she began to suck the girl's cunt enthusiastically.
Bunny stirred in her slumber, and her lips began to work on her mouthful of cockmeat even before she awoke.
Her father's cock, rested now, began to tense in her mouth.
The first thing that Bunny realized as she woke was that there was a hot tongue working busily on her cunt. The second thing she became aware of was that there was a prick in her mouth. Then she remembered that she was in bed with her daddy, and she assumed that the man must have turned around, and they were starting to 69.
Bunny was all for that, and she began to grind her ass around and to suck hungrily on the meaty cock. But as her head bobbed down, taking his big prick into her face, her chin bumped against his balls.
Now that was peculiar.
If they were doing a 69, his balls would have been on the other side of his cock, so that her nose was bumping against them, rather than her chin. She took another slurp, checking the situation out.
Then she looked up and discovered that her father was still in the position in which he had fallen asleep.
But who was sucking her cunt?
This was indeed a mystery, and the girl almost pulled her lips off his prick in order to turn and see who was so busy behind her. Almost. But his cock was getting bigger and harder with every passing slurp, and she hated to stop sucking on such delectable cock meat. Then, too, whatever tongue it was at work on her cunt, it was a delightful one, and she did not want to interrupt whoever was sucking her pussy so nicely.
Maybe James had sneaked back in.
Then the thrill began to shoot across her loins, and she stopped wondering or even caring who was down there. Her firm ass began to churn, and she ground her pussy back against that mysterious face. Cunt juice began to pour from her pussy. She could hear the hungry slurping as her unknown lover drank her rich pussy nectar greedily.
Walt's cock began to hum.
Suddenly Bunny's mouth was full of hot jism, and she gulped it down with joy, milking his balls dry as her pussy went off like dynamite.
His climax woke Walt up.
He smiled down at his cum-drinking daughter-and then he frowned as he looked on past her grinding haunches and saw that they were no longer alone on the bed. He did not-could not-move until Bunny had finished draining his cock and balls.
Then Walt and Bunny both turned to see who had joined them in the night.
Everyone was quite surprised.
They were all a bit embarrassed, too.
But not too much-and later they fucked and sucked some more.
