By God I was free at last! After twenty years; no more twenty-four carat bitches, laughingly called wives; no more gut-twisting aggravation from snot-nosed teenagers; no more suffering in quiet desperation while the single studs snag all the cunt!! No more! Like Gaugin I'd told 'em all to shove it up their ass!!
From now on I had only one objective in life: lottsa CUNT ... white cunt ... black cunt ... yellow cunt ... old cunt ... young cunt ... just one endless chain of hot, juicy CUNT!!! Most guys my age are thinkin' about a nice little retirement plan, but then a lotta guys were lucky enough to marry women who didn't make a career of cheatin' their husband outta his sex for twenty years.
Now, as I cruised along U.S. 101 toward Monterey, I felt alive for the first time in twenty years. I had salvaged a few things from the wreckage, including a 1970 Ford station wagon; twenty grand in cash-all carefully deposited in banks scattered across the country; but most important, my looks and physical condition. I'd been very careful about the latter during the last ten years. One of the few luxuries I had managed to get approval on from my last wife was a membership in a gymnasium. She'd considered it a good investment for herself, not me. After all, the better shape I maintained, the longer I would be able to support her.
It still gave me intense satisfaction to relive my departure. She thought I'd lost my marbles. It was inconceivable to her that I would dare to cross her, let alone leave. Her raucous voice rose in a shrill crescendo of rage and frustration when I announced my plans.
"Norman Ballard, you've flipped, gone completely bananas! You take one step outta this house and the judge won't leave you enough to buy a popsicle." Her face had turned white, purple, and red, all in about two minutes. "You lousy, no-good bastard," she shrieked, "I'm calling Harry Jason right now."
As she reached for the phone to contact our lawyer I laughed and said: "Don't waste your time. I've already signed everything over to you. It's all yours, lock, stock, and barrel."
I thought she'd faint. Instead she steadied herself and looked at me with a new expression, one I'd never seen on her face until then. She was scared.
Now as I watched the western sky turn into a glorious panorama of golden and purple hues, I switched on my headlights and began to watch for a place to get a bite to eat. As the sunset finally faded into dusk my headlights spotlighted a road sign which indicated that San Luis Obispo was only forty miles away. About a mile further on, the figure of a hitchhiker was illuminated by my lights. As I drew closer, ,I saw it was a girl. Her garb was identical to every other hippie-type I'd ever seen. And they called us conformists! I was about to whizz past her, when I remembered my new aim in life. I braked to a halt and waited for her to run to the car. As I looked in the rear-view mirror, I saw she wasn't even hurrying. The insolent little bitch was slouching casually along as if I owed her a ride.
Finally, she opened the door, slid into the seat beside me, and closed the door. She was young, I guessed about eighteen, and like so many young cunts, absolutely gorgeous. Her parents must have spent a fortune on good food and vitamins when she was growing up.
She just sat there, looking around the interior of the station wagon, as I pulled away. Finally I could feel her luminous brown eyes looking me over.
"Groovy," she said.
"Who? Me, or the car?" I retorted.
Her lips widened into a cynical smile. "Both, if you happen to have middle-class values."
Horseshit I didn't need. Quickly I braked to the side of the road and said, "Okay you snot-nosed quim. This middle-class car was gonna transport your proletariat butt to your destination, but this middle-class square don't take no fuckin' lip from no proletariat cunt, young or old. Out!"
"Wow, man! Cool it!" she cried in astonishment. "Jesus, you're like my ole man; uptight about every little thing. Gee, I apologize. OK?"
"That's fine sweetheart, I'll accept it because it's probably the first apology you've ever offered. But remember, I'm not your ordinary, run-of-the-mill middle-class square. I don't take no lip, horseshit, or hippie insults from you, or any of your kind. That's what I call-doing my thing-dig?"
"Right on, man," she said with a more subdued expression on her luscious puss. "Christ, I never had anyone lay it on so flat. Funny, but I kinda like it. Hey, how old are you?"
"Forty," I said.
"Look, I don't mean to get personal, but you sure are well-preserved. I figured you for around thirty. Most squares who give me a lift have fat bellies, and look puffy. You're hard and lean-lookin'."
As she talked, and I drove, I had sized her up. She had long, thick, black hair, parted in the center, of course, and a firm pair of good-sized breasts peeked from the low-cut blouse beneath her natural leather vest.
Her hips were full, round and firm. They were in perfect proportion to her long legs and strong-looking thighs.
As I was inspecting her, my mind suddenly was flooded with a burning desire to fuck her. She must have sensed my thoughts, or maybe she noticed that my cock had begun to swell, because she squirmed a little closer to me and looked at me through half-closed eyes.
"I'm only eighteen," she whispered softly, "but I've been all over; know what I mean? Well, anyway, I'm hungry, see, and I haven't got any bread. If you could see your way clear to buy me a hamburger...."
"Then you'd be real grateful and maybe give this horny ole square a good fuck," I said, roughly. "You goddamn cunts are all the same. Trade it for bread, board, money, or anything else you're too fuckin' lazy to work for. Sweetface, lemme tell you somethin'. If, and when, I take it in my mind to fuck you, I'll do it. With or without a hamburger.
"Furthermore, Sweetface, I'm not as stupid as some of the poor slobs you've conned. I know all the tricks, baby. You young hips hop a ride; get a free meal; then threaten to yell 'cop' and accuse your benefactor of trying to feel your pussy, or grab a piece. That's usually good for twenty or thirty bucks blackmail. Right?"
"Hey, man, I wasn't gonna...." She pulled back in fright. I knew I'd hit the target though, because for the first time I saw respect begin to dawn in her eyes.
"Maybe no; maybe yes, Sweetface, but I just wanna make sure you get this straight. I've been eatin' crap from bitch-kitty's for twenty years, so I'm an expert. Consequently, as of day before yesterday, I made myself a promise. The next female who tries to dish me any shit is gonna be in the hospital for a long, long time. Is that perfectly clear?"
"Wow, I mean like, wow," she stammered.
"Now, how about that hamburger?" I asked and swung into a Whataburger joint. It was the first place I'd seen since I started getting hungry.
We both wolfed down the burgers and fries like we hadn't eaten in years. By the time we hit the road I'd noticed that the young cunt was beginning to warm up to me.
As we passed through San Luis Obispo she had edged closer and closer. By the time we were outside the city limits she was curled up and leaning against my right side.
"Hey, old man," she said teasingly. "I'll bet you know a lot about girls. You know, being married three times and an." Her hand moved onto my thigh.
My muscles tensed at her touch and I knew I wasn't going to be able to prevent my cock from hardening. She moved her hand up toward the swelling bulge, stopped just short of it, and squeezed my leg. I could feel her sweet, moist breath in my ear. Her voice, which was normally a little high-pitched, had sunk to a lower, huskier timbre. The little bitch had hot pants. I guess there was something about my manner, or looks, that had turned her on.
"Sweetface, you can't live forty years and not learn a few things about women," I told her.
"Yeah, yeah ... that's how I figured it. Anyway, I just wondered if I appealed to you like a woman. You know what I mean?"
"Cmon now," I leered, "you must have balled a lotta young studs."
"Oh yeah, but never a bull; a full-grown, mature bull. Wow! It makes me all hot and funky just thinkin' about it," she answered hoarsely. "Mostly I've done my balling when I was high on grass. Or else the guy just climbed on, popped, and split"
Shooting a quick glance at her, I said, "You tryin' to tell me you never had it with a guy sober? Sweetface, tell me: you ever had an orgasm?"
"Funny you should ask. I was talkin' to this girlfriend of mine about that last week. We were comparing notes, and wondering that very thing. When you're high on pot you're too stoned to know if you come or not. I don't suppose you would understand that since squares don't dig the weed. Anyway, I don't really know if I've ever been flipped that way or not."
As she talked her fingers had crept up to the huge bulge in my slacks and she was running them lightly over the curved bow of my cock.
"Wow! You're not exactly small in the cock department, are you? Groovy, man. Hey, you won't get uptight if I just explode a little, will ya?" she giggled wantonly.
"Help yourself, baby, but 'he who listens to the tune must pay the piper,' " I said. A light sweat was breaking out on my forehead. For eighteen, she had the most experienced fingers I'd ever felt. Her arm was around my neck and the soft firmness of her left breast was pressing against my shoulder.
As she fumbled with my belt I noticed that her breathing was becoming more rapid. After a few fumbling tries she finally managed to undo the belt. Like a darting cobra her fingers located the zipper tab, unzipped my slacks, wormed through the slit in my jockey shorts, and grasped the shaft of my rigid cock. Giving it a couple of squeezes she sighed huskily, and tongue-kissed my ear.
"You got the biggest, thickest, hardest cock I've ever felt. Jesus ... how could your wife have been such a bitch when she had this to play with anytime she wanted to?" she said thickly. Her voice was very low and sultry with arousal.
It was hard to believe an eighteen-year-old girl was able to get aroused so quickly. When I was a kid I remember trying for hours to get a girl even a little bit aroused.
"Hey, Hard Man, turn up the dash lights. It ain't every day I get a chance to see the prick on a mature bull-male," she whispered.
As I turned the dash lights up, she pulled my cock from the confines of my shorts and held it with both hands curled around the towering shaft An urgent pulsing sensation was already starting deep in my groin as her fingers stroked up and down the gleaming white shaft of my cock. She rubbed, kneaded, and squeezed it between her fingers until I felt a few small drops of seminal fluid ooze from the slit in the swollen tip.
Releasing my right hand from the steering wheel I snaked my arm around her waist and slid my hand up and under the hem of her blouse. Like most kids, she didn't believe in locking her breasts inside a bra, so my fingers closed over the fleshy fullness of her firm tit
"Squeeze," she breathed. "I love to have 'em squeezed till they're ready to bust Oh yeah. Like, wow! That's groovy."
I kneaded and squeezed her soft lush tit until I thought I was gonna squeeze it off. I let my fingers wallow in the hot firm flesh. She had large nipples for a blonde, and they were erect and taut from my caresses.
While I was busy with her breasts she had burrowed deep between my thighs and cupped her soft supple fingers around my testicles. With careful and experienced movements, she fondled each ball separately, then together, kneading and fondling and stroking them with lustful enjoyment.
Her armpits were wet with perspiration brought on by the sensual sexplay. As I ran my hand further down, over her stomach and belly, they too were moist from our mutual arousal games. Delving further down, my fingers encountered the elastic waistband of her panties.
Tantalizingly, I edged my fingers inside the band and moved downward. My fingers struck the wiry, thick mat of her pubic hair. I clutched hungrily, burying my fingers in the lush, moist forest.
Sweetface began to pant visibly. I wasn't exactly cool and collected, either. Luckily there wasn't much traffic, because my driving wasn't as smooth as it could be. Several times I had been so absorbed in the assault on my cock that I had drifted onto the wrong side of the highway.
Abruptly Sweetface released my cock, sat up and started wiggling out of her clothes. She whipped off the leather vest, then peeled off the pullover blouse exposing a pair of delicious tits.
"You got good tits for a little girl," I told her. I'd noticed she hated that 'little girl' bit.
"Fuck you, Hard Man, and cool that 'little' shit. I haven't been a 'little' girl since I was gang-fucked at eighteen," she countered angrily.
Then she pushed her bell-bottomed jeans down over her hips, and yanked them off. "Shit," she muttered, "might as well get completely skinny." Slipping her hands under the elastic waistband of her bikini panties she peeled them off.
As she straightened back up, I was afforded a view of a glorious thatch of thick golden pubic hair. It covered the swollen mound of her rather prominent mons, then grew to a widow's peak up her belly.
I started to reach down and bury my hand in the lush golden cunt hair, but she had other ideas.
"You just keep your eyes on the road, Hard Man, and leave the game plan to me," she chuckled. Kneeling beside me on the seat, her firm, wide buttocks rose up as she bent down over my crotch and recaptured my cock. A jolt of sensation nearly caused me to drive off the road.
I felt my dick being enveloped by warm, slick walls. Hot saliva foamed over the glans of my prick, thus lubricating the sensitive area to receive the maddeningly sensual assault of her whirling tongue. It swirled clockwise then counterclockwise around the ridge of my glans, and then moved to the sensitive underside.
The effect was almost electric. I could feel the surge of lust pulse through my guts. Like alternating current, it swelled, fell, then pulsed again, each time more strongly.
"Honey, you may be only seventeen," I hoarsely addressed the golden bobbing head, "but you sure know how to suck cock. Jesus!"
At my compliment, she redoubled the pumping action on my bursting member. I couldn't see her mouth or face, but her powerful mouth was forcing me to the peak very fast. My asshole was tight, and my buttocks were so tense I thought I'd get a cramp.
Wild with raw lust, I wanted to reciprocate, but everything was obscured. No, not everything, I thought, as I spied the soft white mounds of her buttocks on my right.
Driving with my left hand, I quickly snaked my right hand up her writhing back and slid my fingers over her velvety butt cheeks into her moist crack. Because of her bent-over position, her cunt was thrust upward and back, so my fingers plowed directly into the slick furrow of her labia. She was sopping wet.
As my fingers probed the sides of her inner labia she moaned, softly, but didn't lose a stroke as she vigorously pumped on my cock. Delving a little deeper, my middle finger edged into the cream-laden vestibule of her hole. She moaned more loudly and urgently, to indicate she liked it. Probing deeper, I slid my middle finger all the way into the sopping hot hole.
"Ohhh-mmm...." she moaned again, and gave my balls a little tug and tickled their underside gratefully.
Slowly I fingerfucked her with 'long, deep strokes. The gentle slurping sound caused by the action of my finger pumping in and out of her sopping vagina was deliciously erotic to my ears. It caused my balls to ache. And with her sucking too, I knew I couldn't hold back the onslaught of my orgasm much longer.
As I pumped my finger faster and faster in and out of her vagina, I allowed my thumb to massage the soft puckered lips of her asshole.
Then I got a wild notion! Transferring some of the hot slick juice ozzing from her cunt from my finger to my thumb, I smeared it all around her asshole. As I continued fingerfucking her spasming vagina, I probed the opening of her anus with my thumb. She was groaning and moaning so frantically I figured she didn't even feel the exploration of her anal canal. She was well into vaginal orgasm, and a few more pumps from her savage mouth would send my seething seed into her throat.
Then I felt the first spasms of her vaginal walls as they squeezed my pumping finger. As the dilations increased, the strong cunt muscles gripped and released my finger with harder and harder pressure. That's when I decided.
With a quick thrust, I buried my thumb in her anus, right up to the hilt. I was now holding her crotch the way one holds a bowling-ball.
"Mmmm...." she groaned loudly, and bucked her hips to escape. Too late! I was pumping my thumb and middle finger in and out of her vagina and anus simultaneously. Her sphincter muscles resisted the invading thumb valiantly, but to no avail. Gradually her anus loosened and started to grip spasmodically in rhythm to her vaginal spasms.
Suddenly she placed her forefinger under my balls and pressed hard on a point just below my scrotum. Simultaneously, she sucked hard and drove the full length of my cock into her throat.
My boiling load of gism surged, burst out the end of my cock, and flowed into her throat. Her cunt and asshole tightened in a vise-like grip on my thumb and finger. Her body jerked frantically as the spasms of a multiple orgasm raked her from head to toe.
Releasing my spent cock from her mouth, she flopped on her side, panting. Her head still rested in my lap. Looking up at me she gasped, "Jesus! Wow! Where did'ja learn that trick with your thumb? That's the wildest trip ever. Got, but it hurt at first, though."
"Who taught you to give a blow-job, Sweetface? I've been to many a professional prostitute who didn't suck as good as you," I countered, somehow glad to be in control of myself again. It was one helluva experience to get a blow-job while trying to drive. Although it was a first for me, I wasn't about to reveal this fact to a young hippie cunt. It wouldn't suit my purpose to let her think she was more experienced than I. "Hey, I asked you a question: who taught you to suck cock?"
A frown crossed her face. "I'd rather not discuss it."
"Why?" I countered.
"I got my reasons. Now cool it. I don't wanna talk about it. Okay?"
"No. I wanna know how an eighteen-year-old girl learns how to suck a prick like a pro," I growled menacingly.
"Find a place to pull off the road for the night. I'll tell ya all about it then. Okay?" she said.
It was a reasonable compromise. Besides, we'd have to find a spot soon anyway. I spotted a small side road leading down toward the beach and eased into it. It wasn't paved but I saw that it was safe. After five minutes of bumping along, I felt the front wheels hit soft sand. I stopped quickly. No use getting stuck.
We both got out of the car, she still naked, and explored our surroundings. It was a brilliant moonlit night so we didn't have much problem seeing the terrain. It was a deserted stretch of beach and the gentle pounding of the surf was beautiful to hear. I knew I would sleep like a log, particularly with a warm lush cunt curled up next to me. I quickly arranged the back of the station wagon with the huge double-sized air mattress and beckoned my new-found blonde nymph to join me.
As she strode back from the beach through the sand her round, full breasts bounced freely, and the moonlight illuminated the swirling blonde mantle of her long hair, making it glow. Naked, without the crappy hip garb, she looked like a young goddess rising from the sea.
As I pulled her to me on the air mattress, she turned with her back to me and cuddled close. As the soft, firm mounds of her butt-cheeks pressed against my crotch, I felt her hand reach between her thighs, find my cock, and guide it to rest against her labia. Then she closed her thighs around it, locking us together.
"Mmm ... what a groovy way to sleep," she purred.
I silently agreed, but I'd never tried to sleep with a hard-on before. I sensed that she didn't want to pursue any further sexual activities tonight, and to be honest I was dog tired, too. Even so, I was still curious about how she'd gained such oral expertise.
"Sweetface?" I said softly. "Hey, by the way, what's your real name? Mine is Chuck."
"Sharon ... Sharon Burns," she answered.
"Remember you were gonna tell me...." I began.
"Chuck, you're a real nag. What difference does it make how I learned to give head?"
"I'm curious. I got a lotta things to find answers for, Sharon. Until a couple of days ago I was too busy working to do much living, or find out answers to things fiat weren't connected to my business. Now I'm gonna follow my curiosity wherever it leads me. Dig?"
"You bet. That's what it's all about, Chuck. Okay m tell ya. It ain't very nice, and not at all pretty," she began.
"My ole man divorced mother when I was about three. I guess he got tired of her nagging. Anyway, she remarried a guy about twenty years her senior. You know, for security and a home for me. Well, things were cool until I was about fifteen, I guess.
"Then I remember they started to fight a lot. I guess Hank, my stepfather, couldn't cut it in bed as much as my mom would have liked, and she'd been gettin' some side-action with a neighbor guy. Hank must have caught them a couple of times and blown his top. He was too ashamed to divorce her so he came up with a real wild scheme to get back at her.
"When she'd go out at night, he started coming into my room. At first he would just talk. Then he started exposing his cock to me. I was both scared and fascinated, but mostly fascinated. After a while he began urging me to kiss it. Finally, I did. It was really nice, so soft and warm."
Strangely I felt my own cock harden again. Her description of the situation was oddly erotic. One thing puzzled me though. "Wasn't he afraid your mother would find out?" I queried.
"He took care of that, but good," Sweetface replied. She must have noticed the hardening of my prick because I suddenly felt her fingers come to bear on the underside of my shaft. As she continued, her fingertips began to massage the sensitive junction where my glans joined in a V-shaped design.
"He'd caught me in the bathroom one day, playing with myself. Two days earlier Mama had also discovered me in the same situation. She screamed and belted me so hard I nearly passed out. Then she really gave it to me. Between blows she told me if it happened again I'd wish I'd never been born. Well, my stepfather overheard. When I first kissed his cock, he made me promise not to tell mama or he would tell her that he'd caught me masturbating. I was scared outta my head at the very idea."
My cock had grown rigid from the maddening finger massage. As she continued her fondling she pressed the throbbing cockhead into the warm, slick furrow of her labia. With tiny nibbling motions, the lips of her vagina tickled the tip of my prick. I longed to thrust it into the sweetness of her vagina but refrained because I was so entranced by her monologue.
"The next night, mama disappeared again and Hank crawled into my bed for the second time. When he told me to kiss his penis I did. Unlike the previous time, it swelled up and got very hard.
"At first I was frightened, but he explained to me that my kissing had been so nice it had caused him to swell. Then, as I continued to run my tongue around the tip, he pulled my head, forcing his enormous penis into my mouth. As I struggled to remove my mouth he became very excited. The more I twisted my mouth to remove the big fleshy thing, the more excited he got.
Finally he pulled it out of my mouth, grabbed it with his hand, and started jacking off. I was fascinated, because I suddenly realized how boys masturbated. I was so entranced that I wrapped both of my hands over his, and helped him jack off. To my surprise he suddenly began to moan and push up with his hips. Just as I was really getting excited about our actions, a big gob of hot sticky substance spurted from the hole in his cockhead and landed on my hands, wrists, and some even splashed on my lips. Involuntarily I licked my lips to remove the substance and was pleasantly surprised by its funny taste; kin da smooth and salty.
"Well-Hank gasped and fell back like he had fainted. I still kept my fingers closed around his huge organ. To my amazement it started to grow soft and limp. As it did, I noticed a tingling sensation in my crotch. My armpits were wet with sweat and I was panting like crazy. I didn't know what was causing my new sensations, but I was beginning to like them.
"Like right now. Just talkin' about it has me all wet and funky in my pussy. Wow, Hard Man, I'm ready to fuck again. Hey, I gotta great urge to jack you oft C'mon, say yes!"
Without waiting for my answer she released her hold on my cock, rolled onto her back alongside me, then recaptured my towering phallus with the fingers of her right hand. "Fingerfuck me while I jerk you," she said.
Reaching between her thighs she scooped op a big dab of cunt-juice from her vulva and smeared it all over my prick. "There! Now it's all lubricated and slick. Wow! Is this ever groovy," she exclaimed and began jacking her fist up and down the juice-covered length of my-shaft. I could almost imagine I was Hank and being jacked off by a cute little girl.
With her other hand she placed my left hand between the moist walls of her widespread young thighs and pressed it down over her wet vulva. "Do it with two fingers, Hard Man, it'll feel more like a cock ... ohhh yeah, wow!" she groaned as I sank my two fingers slowly into the sopping velvet sheath. As I probed, and stroked her hot, slick cunt, she pulled lazily away on my cock.
"To continue my story," she said, "I finally graduated from jacking him off to sucking his cock. As the months went by I really began to enjoy it. For a long time he never came in my mouth. Instead he'd remove his penis just before he came. We'd both jerk on it till he ejaculated ... hey! That really blows my mind when you tickle my cervix with your fingertips ... ohhh yeah." Her head which lay on my chest snapped to one side as I dug deeper into the soft cushion of her cervix.
"Anyway," she said, "one night, soon after I had begun to suck Hank's cock, he came into my room as usual. I smelled booze on his breath and I realized he wasn't the same.
"He flopped onto the bed, mumbling and swearing about my mother. I didn't really understand about drinking, so I paid no attention. I was too eager to play our little game. He just lay there mumbling as I unzipped his pants and pulled 'em off. Removing his shorts next, I finally got to his cock. It was already hard, which surprised me a little, but I just figured I could anticipate seeing his cream spurt sooner.
"I crammed his cockhead into my mouth and began to suck. I had pulled it in and out only two or three times, when I felt his hands clamp around my head. Then I felt his shaft fill my mouth until I was about to gag. It was strangling me. I fought to get free but he was too strong. Just when I knew I couldn't hold my breath another second, I felt him shudder violently and a thick stream of gism flowed in a hot geyser into my mouth.
"I thought I was going to die! Strangely, I was enjoying the feel of the gooey hot substance in my mouth as spurt after spurt spewed into my throat. Then he pulled out his cock and I could breath again.
"As I swallowed the creamy gunk, the door burst open and mother stood over us with a look of horror.
"She screamed, ran into her bedroom, then reappeared with a gun in her hand. Before Hank could scramble away, she pumped four shots straight into his gut.
"After that I must have fainted and gone into shock. The next few days are a blank. When I finally returned to any kind of reality I was in a hospital. Eventually, I was told that my mother was gone and I would live with my grandmother.
"She was a nice old lady and took care of me for the next year. She watched me like a hawk, too." When I was sixteen she finally told me that my mother had gone to prison and later had taken her own life from grief. Somehow it didn't seem to bother me. I guess I was too wrapped up in boys. At seventeen I split, and have been on my own ever since.
"Enough of that crap, you dirty ole man; let's fuck," she breathed hoarsely, her voice thick with lust "Oooow ... that organ of yours is a living thing. I can almost feel the gism boiling." Her head now snapped slowly from side to side, and her teeth were clenched. As she had talked, my thumb had been massaging her swollen clitoris in a slow rotary motion.
As my thumbnail scraped across the slick rubbery pip she jerked and placed her other hand over my cock. The sensation of two moist hands sliding vigorously up and down my cock was wild. A giant cunt, I cried to myself, a huge rippling cunt. I was being fucked by a giant amazon.
The fantasy drove me nuts. A series of tingling shocks traveled down my spine then surged through my balls and cock.
Sweetface grunted and moaned as she thrust her vulva savagely against my thumb. "Jerk me off. Hard Man. OOOH ... please, I've never been jacked off!"
Grasping the slick swollen shaft of her clitoris between my thumb and forefinger, I commenced jacking up and down the tiny organ.
"Jack off, jack off ... yeah, yeah ... ohhh I'm gonna ... OOOWWW GOD!" she screamed and dug her fingers into the soft vestibule of flesh at the base of my balls. Her vagina closed and opened with soft sucking slurps, and a fragrant trickle of honey oozed out as she grunted coarsely.
My balls exploded as her fingernails dug sharply into my cock. As I felt the hot glob of gism poise to gush forth, I grabbed her head and positioned it down over my cock. Automatically she opened her mouth, pumped me once more, and received my seed as it spurted up into her mouth.
"Mmmm ... yes. It's good, creamy ... hot. More! More!" she croaked and sank her mouth over the gushing fountain of flesh. Milking my cock vigorously, she squeezed me dry. Finally she slid my cock from her mouth and swallowed. "Ambrosia, Hard Man, ambrosia."
CHAPTER TWO
I awakened the next morning with the warm rays of the sun beating on my face. Rubbing my eyes, I suddenly remembered Sharon. She wasn't in the car. Christ! She'd probably slipped away while I slept. Shit! I'd been anticipating fucking again. Oh well, I thought, there are plenty more cunts in the world.
I rolled out of the station wagon, stretched, and looked out toward the sea. There squatted Sharon. She had gathered some driftwood and built a campfire. It was a startling sight because she was naked. It brought to mind the images I'd often had of myself on a idyllic South Sea island with a bunch of naked broads to serve and service me. As I plowed toward her through the warm loose sand I suddenly realized that I was naked too. I glanced up toward the highway to see if anyone passing might possibly spot us. Fortunately we were in a cove at the bottom of a cliff covered with trees and brush. Satisfied, I joined her at the campfire.
"Hi," I greeted her warmly, letting my eyes roam over the succulent curves of her blatantly naked form. Noticing, she returned the compliment by leaning forward and kissing the tip of my flaccid cock.
"How about some coffee?" she said. "I located the pot in your camping gear and decided to play the domestic bit for a change."
Sitting naked and cross-legged around the campfire we chatted and drank coffee for nearly an hour. The sun was getting pretty warm by then, and I felt like a million tax free bucks.
"I think I'm gonna get myself a nice sunbath," Sharon announced, rising to her feet. Her blonde thatch of lush pubic hair rode proudly on the crest of her beautiful mons. As she stretched and planted her feet slightly apart, pink lips peeked through the glorious golden foliage. "Hey. You got a blanket, Chuck. Get it; will ya? And bring my purse back with you."
When I returned with the blanket, she spread it out on the hot sand, and motioned for me to lie down. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a bottle of baby oil. Uncapping it, she flopped down beside me on her side. 'Turn over on your stomach. I'm gonna oil you up. Christ, you haven't been out in the sun for years by the look of your skin."
"No time. Too busy workin' my ass off for a shitty, nagging wife," I explained as she began rubbing my back, shoulders, and legs with the smooth oil. She did a thorough job of it, even greased up my buttocks and inside the cleft.
"Now you. Gimme that baby oil," I told her.
She complied and rolled onto her belly. I poured a small puddle of the oil into her butt-crack and started to slip my fingers between the slippery, resilient young cheeks.
"Watch it, Chuck. Don't get any kicky ideas about my asshole. Last time that action really smarted," she said, tensing the muscles of her buttocks and imprisoning my hand between the delicious flesh walls of her butt-cheeks.
"Now that you mention it, I seem to recall you liked it after the first shock," I countered.
"Just rub the bod, OK?" she replied, ignoring my remark.
I smoothed the oil over her firm young buttocks, down her full, rounded thighs, and up over her back. After I'd covered her backside thoroughly, I flipped her over on her back and poured some of the oil on her belly. It settled in a puddle in her navel I spread it smoothly over the soft, creamy expanse of her belly and stomach, then worked up to the upthrust mounds of her breasts. They were full, ripe, and warm. As my fingers stroked the oil over, under, and around the succulent melons I felt the nipples rise and harden.
"Hey, Chuck, that's groovy, man. God, I never had boob massage with oil ... mmmm," she purred.
Continuing to knead her resilient breasts, I slid my oil-covered hand down between her thighs. Lubricated as they were, my fingers slid easily into the folds of her lama. "Yeah, yeah ... ohhh yeah," she groaned in appreciation, and groped blindly for my crotch. After a second she found my member.
"Groovy, I'd forgotten how big and strong it felt," she croaked huskily. "Jesus, whatta knob on the end. I damn near couldn't get my mouth around it last night."
I had her clit between my thumb and forefinger. The oil, combined with the cunt-juice which was beginning to form on her swelling labia, made for easy massaging up and down the tiny hardening shaft.
With each downstroke I rubbed the swollen, throbbing bud of her clit. She was groaning and moving her vulva against my hand as the excitement began to course through her loins.
"Chuck! Ohhh ... yes ... there. Right there! Ohhh ... wow! Kicky! Outta sight ... oooow! Hey, not so fast or m come right now," she moaned, and twisted with delight. "Pour some of that oil on my hand, will ya?"
She had released my cock, and cupped her hand to receive the oil. I poured some from the bottle with my left hand. Promptly she regained her grasp on my rigid phallus and covered the swollen head and shaft with the smooth hot oil.
As her hand glided up and down the oil-covered shaft of my cock, it felt as though a massive vagina had engulfed my prick. Waves of tingling warmth and nerve-jolting sensations began to pound through my thighs and balls. The oil and the warmth of the sun had turned her gliding fist into a rippling hot cunt. My buttocks tightened as the raw lust began to spread through my body. I redoubled my efforts in her cunt and plunged my finger into the depths of her hole.
Suddenly she disengaged herself and rolled on top of me, straddled my waist with her slippery oil-covered thighs, then rocked back on her heels and balanced herself above my towering cock. My eyes feasted on the gross flesh mosaic formed by the succulent buttcheeks, golden triangle of thick pubic hair, and the swollen pink lips of her parted labia. The sunlight glistened on her wet cunt-lips and the gleaming shaft of my cock.
Reaching down, she grasped the base of my prick and eased the knob into position, just touching the hot swollen lips of her cunt. Slowly, she rotated her pelvis, causing the edges of her cunt-lips to ride around the tip of my cock. The resulting sensation was stunningly erotic. My balls grew taut, and my sphincter muscles began to spasm slightly.
"Fucky, sticky, pooo," she chanted above me, slowly sinking onto my cock. Inch by inch the throbbing knob sank deeper and deeper into the molten morass of hot flesh, golden hair, and cunt-juice.
I reached up and commenced rubbing the taut, protruding clitoris. She moaned hoarsely and squeezed my member with her vagina. She had completely engulfed it now, and was slowly thrusting back and forth. My shaft slurped in and out, in a rapidly increasing tempo.
On several of the forward thrusts I thought her dilating sheath would actually engulf my balls also.
Doggedly, I kept my forefinger clamped up against her clitoris so that it would make continuous contact as she rocked. Her head began to snap from side to side, and her eyes were closed tight. The long golden tresses of her hair whirled and swirled above me like a golden flail. Her face was contorted with lust. Through clenched teeth she groaned and muttered fuck-talk.
"Uh, uuuhhh ... God! The head of that thing is ... ohhh ... ahhh ... deeper, deeper ... gotta have it all! Oh yes, yes ... fuck me hard, you big bull!"
I was thrusting upward, now, meeting each of her pounding down strokes with a savage, upward motion. Repeatedly my huge cockhead rammed into the soft cushion of her cervix. It drove her to the peak, just as I began to feel the boiling cauldron in my balls about to burst upward. Quickly I reached up with both hands, grabbed a bouncing tit in each hand, and squeezed brutally.
"Yeowwoo ... oh GOD," she shrieked. The wildly fluttering muscles of her vagina closed in a mighty spasm around my cock as it sank into her hole, and we both came violently.
The gusher in my scrotum shot upward like a water hose as she shuddered and jerked in the throes of a shattering orgasm. My cock exploded in another burst of gism and my balls tightened violently as the surge-of exquisite sensations flooded my brain in a searing series of shocks.
It was several minutes before either of us moved a muscle. As the orgasmic waves finally diminished, I became halfway conscious again. Sharon lay forward on my chest, her hair spread in a golden silk mantle over my face and shoulder. She was still trembling and jerking from the sensations of her lust. "Wow, whatta wild ... way out ... trip," she gasped between breaths. "Jesus! I never felt anything like that with pot or acid.
Christ, who needs drugs with a stud like you around?"
Raising herself on her elbows, she rested her soft resilient tits on my chest. The nipples just barely grazed my own. She looked down at me with glazed, half-shut eyes and said, "You've made at least one convert, Chuck. This little chick won't be foolin' around with young boys anymore. When it comes to fucking, they don't even come close to a mature man. It makes me laugh to think how worldly I thought I was being, balling the young studs. They may have staying power, but they don't know shit from shinola about technique. God, where did you ever learn if your wives were so cold?"
"Between marriages, Sweetface, I met some very inventive females. Chances are, though, they would have turned into tightlipped, cold cunts too, if I'd married any one of them. That's one great point for you young cunt You probably love your sex too much to ever use it as a club," I explained.
"Right-on," she chuckled. "Any gal who'd give up her sex just to punish her husband is not only stupid but screwing herself too."
Lazily I rolled her off, gathered up the blanket and other stuff, and prepared to leave. I wanted to reach my first destination by nightfall. After we dressed and got hack into the station wagon she said, "Hey, Hard Man, where do you go from here? After you drop me off, I mean."
"Sharon, baby, I'm headed for Zodiac, a little-known encounter group, just above Carmel. I've always wanted to spend a few days in one, but could never get my wife to go with me. Too nasty, she said. Truth is, I think she thought I'd have too much fun feeling up strange pussy. After that, I'm going on a Body Odyssey."
"Sounds kicky, but what's that?" she asked. "After being confined in the marriage traces for twenty years, I'm gonna try every pleasure available from the fleshpots of the world. Before I pass from this earth, I'm gonna sample every size, shape, and color of cunt. Young, old, fat, thin, short and tall. I've only got about twenty good years left, so I'm gonna use 'em to the best advantage."
"Wow! Whatta groovy idea. That's our bag, ya know. Just enjoy, enjoy, enjoy," she replied excitedly.
"There's only one difference, Sweetface," I admonished. "I've already paid my dues to society. It may seem like a drag to you young squirts, but from now on you're gonna have to bear the load for my generation. We've done our turn at the ole grindstone and have earned our privileges; nobody handed 'em to us."
"I know, I know. I've heard all that before. Look, I'm going to visit Suzy, a friend of mine. Okay if Suzy and I join you at this Zodiac joint? After that, I got other plans, too."
"Be my guest, Sweetface," I replied.
"Hey! I gotta really groovy idea, Hard Man," she cried. "Why doncha stop by at Suzy's with me. Her mom's a real cool cat. I'll bet you'd really dig each other."
"Thanks, Sweetface, but I don't go where I'm not invited," I replied reluctantly.
"Aw, fer Christ's sake. Don't, be so fuckin' square. Suzy's ole lady is a real cool gal. I know damn well you'll be welcome," she assured me.
After a few more verbal jousts I gave in and agreed to stop in with her, but with the understanding I would be the one to determine if I felt welcome enough to stay.
"Wow, man! You're sure shy for a guy on a Body Odyssey," she giggled. "I think you might be glad I asked you to stay at Suzy's though."
CHAPTER THREE
We arrived at Suzy's late that afternoon. As we drove through the large gate, I was surprised by the magnificent estate. "You forgot to tell me Suzy's mother was loaded," I told Sharon.
"It wasn't relevant, Hard Man. Wealth ain't where it's at these days. Suzy's old man made a lotta loot from importing stuff from all over the world, the Orient mostly," Sharon explained as we pulled up in front of the imposing stone mansion. "Wait here for a minute, I'll get Suzy. You'll really dig her, Hard Man; she's a real swinger.
Five minutes later Sharon returned. With her was the most beautiful young female I'd ever laid an eyeball on. To my complete surprise she was Oriental. Her perfect oval face framed large almond-shaped eyes, a small nose with slightly flared nostrils, and soft, full lips. Long black hair fell straight to her waist, thick and lustrous. It swayed behind her like a black cloak as she swayed down the front steps in a hip-rolling walk.
She was clad only in a white bikini, one of the briefest I'd ever seen. Medium-sized breasts bobbled under the skimpy bra. What they lacked in size was offset by firmness and shape. They were perfectly shaped, and thrust boldly from her torso like ripe, lust fruit.
My eyes boldly scanned her flat stomach, smooth rounded belly, and swaying gyrations of an unusually prominent mons veneris. Squeezed between firm round thighs where they joined her torso, two thick, firm cunt-lips formed a well-defined notch. The brief bikini bottom was useless as a garment because I could see everything but her vaginal opening. This generation's young girls really liked to advertise their pussy.
Sharon's voice broke through my lascivious reverie. "Put your eyeballs back in your head and say hello to Suzy," she chuckled. "I didn't exaggerate, did I?"
Ignoring her jibes, Suzy extended her hand in welcome. As I grasped her supple young hand, her eyes glittered up at me, black and expectant. "Welcome, Chuck. Please come in and join us. We're having a very informal pool party. Please forgive my mother for not welcoming you personally, but I was so excited at seeing Sharon, I'm afraid I didn't even tell her anyone had arrived. C'mon, the joint's really swingin'. Make yourself at home; grab a drink ... and a girl, if you like. We got a surplus. Mom will find you when I tell her we have a real, full-grown man in the house."
Grinning at her last remark, I followed her and Sharon into the large sprawling house. Maybe it was my ego, or imagination, but I'd swear her lush, perfectly shaped buttocks swayed and rolled more sensually as she led the way to the patio. They were something to watch. Rolling and falling with a heavy, bobbing movement, the succulent, meaty cheeks slid up and down against each other with raw lust. My cock was fully erect by the time we reached the patio.
It was boiling with nearly-naked bodies of both sexes. Turning to me, Suzy leaned toward me, her body just barely touching mine, and said, "The bar's over there, Chuck. Have fun." As she moved away her hand brushed slowly against the bulge of my genitals. "Wow!
Hey, Sharon, I see what'cha mean," she giggled and followed Sharon into the bowels of the immense house. Her hips rolled with deliberate sensuality as if to tell me she would like more than a quick touch of my rigid cock. I wondered if Oriental cunt was as good as it looked.
Now I stood surveying the writhing young bodies squirming and jerking to the wild beat of rock'n'roll. It didn't help my persistent hard-on to watch dozens of young buttocks, cunt, and tits bouncing around with lusty abandon, so I edged through the leaping bodies to the bar. I ordered a scotch highball from the young bartender and turned to scan the melee.
As I stood and sipped my drink the band commenced playing an unusually funky song in a slower, more sensual rhythm. A black woman I hadn't been able to see through the mass of merrymakers moved onto the dance floor. I nearly dropped my drink. Such pure, raw sensuality normally appeared only in the uninhibited fantasies of a wet dream.
As she led her young, husky partner into the middle of the dance area he seemed terribly embarrassed. I couldn't blame him. He wore one of those brief-cut bikini bathing suits so popular with young studs, and his cock looked as though it would burst from beneath the confines of same at any moment.
His funky black partner must have been giving him the business at the table. She wasn't doing him any good right now, either. Catching the raw sexy beat of the music, she moved sensually, rolling her lush black buttocks in a slow rotary motion, punctuating each forward cycle with a quick pelvic thrust, and beckoning him closer with sensuous motions of her left hand. As she beckoned with her left hand, she stroked the inside of her full black velvet thigh with the other, letting her fingertips linger lovingly on the swell of her large, protruding pubic mound. It blew his cool. A grey spot appeared on the black cloth of his briefs where the swollen outline of his cock pressed outward. It spread slowly and everyone who was watching began to giggle and make remarks.
"Hey, Herbie, I win. She made you come right in your pants," yelled one of the young broads.
"Wow ... pop! Just like that, and she didn't even touch him," marveled a tall lanky youth, his voice full of awe.
The black figure of his tormentor now absorbed my attention. Barely concealed by a pink bikini, her hard, full, buttocks were ripe and perfectly shaped in the lush convolutions of a mature sex-poet. Her breasts swelled like enormous black melons, barely contained in the brief bra. Even at this distance the bold outline of her erect nipples beneath the bra told me she, too, was aroused.
Another sure sign was her voluptuous belly. The wide, velvet smooth expanse of slightly rounded black flesh moved in and out very slowly. She was excited all right, but none of the young studs seemed willing to chance the fate of her other victim, who now sat in sullen silence at a nearby table. His ego had suffered quite a beating. I hated waste of any kind, even something as intangible as sexual arousal. Quickly I threaded .my way through the twisting bodies jerking to the wild music. In seconds I stood behind the black sexpot.
"Care to try your luck with a man instead of a boy, sweetheart?"
Her head snapped around in startled curiosity. Black sparkling eyes gazed into mine beneath half-closed lids. They scanned my face quickly, then roved over my body. As they paused on the bulge in my slacks, they widened imperceptibly.
"Well, well," her husky voice intoned, "a challenger comes forth, lance at the ready position. Not a bad lance either, for a white boy." Her voice dripped with sarcasm. "Sure, honey, why not? Lori just loves to make big he-men come in their jockeys." With that, she moved into my arms, pressed her large cunt mound against my crotch, and rolled her voluptuous hips in perfect rhythm to the slow, exotic beat of the music.
Instantly my cock swelled to full erection. The black bitch was a cockbuster, no doubt about that. It was all I could do to keep my feet moving to the music. Her breasts pressed against my chest like hot flesh-melons and her body writhed like a crazy, sexed-up machine.
Hot, angry too, I countered her efforts by shoving my cock into the soft mound of her mons veneris with hard pressing thrusts. I let my hands roam at will over her twisting body, savoring the pulsing excitement of her black velvet skin. Boldly, I slipped my fingers into the waistband of her bikini and clutched the rolling succulence of her buttocks. She didn't react at first, but I probed between the heavy butt-cheeks with my forefinger and she jerked slightly as the tip of my finger neared her anus.
How I ever detected her reaction I'll never know, amidst the sensual feeling of her butt cheeks moving against each other, and sandwiching my finger between their moist, sliding walls of skin. My cock throbbed with a wild ache of desire and swelled even larger against my black cunt's pubic mound. But somehow this didn't affect her nearly as much as my fingertip near her asshole. Obviously she loved to be ass-fucked, but didn't want it generally known.
Finally the music stopped. "How about it, you black cunt?" I whispered in her ear. "Afraid to take on a real man?"
Her voice was sharp with a mixture of defiant derision and lust. "I guess it's time somebody put you outta your misery, you white smart-ass. C'mon!"
I followed her as she swayed from the patio, up a garden path and through a sliding glass door on the back side of the enormous house. Her large, lush buttcheeks rolled, bobbed, and fell with raw sensuality with each step she took, deliberately taunting my hungry eyes.
As I entered the door, she stood beside a large couch, feet planted wide. Her belly trembled slightly, and her mons was thrust outward in challenge. "Well, are you gonna fuck or stand there gaping at my pussy all evening?" she chuckled. "I never knew a white man yet who could make me shoot my jollies! But I suppose you're different. At least you think you are."
Moving quickly, I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her magnificent black body against mine. I buried my right hand in her crinkly hair, bent her head back, and planted my mouth on her full lips. Her tongue leaped into my mouth like a striking snake and explored it with deep sensual probings.
Savoring the lustful french kiss, I clutched her buttocks with my left hand and pulled her crotch against the straining bulge of my cock. Slowly, I rotated my cock bulge against the softness of her venus mound, punctuating every third move with a sharp thrust forward.
She broke free suddenly, dropped to her knees in front of me, unzipped my slacks with a deft movement, and caught my cock in expert fingers as it sprang free from the confinement of my slacks.
"My, my," she chuckled lasciviously, "ain't that a luscious flesh banana? Not bad for a white cock. Let's see how it tastes." Soft, moist lips enclosed my engorged organ. Her tongue rolled around the heavy, pulsing ridge of my glans, sending a series of shudders coursing through my scrotum and loins. Magic fingers cupped my testicles and kneaded them lovingly. Another ripple of raw lust rolled over my entire body as I felt my entire cock beingingested into the depths of her hungry, hot, wet mouth. Up and down, up and down ... her mouth glided along my shaft; sucking, licking and scraping her teeth lightly on my cockhead at the apex of each upstroke.
"Mmmm ... ahh," she groaned, her mouth savoring the pulsing hardness of my organ. She was really beginning to dig the scene. Her shoulders and back were gleaming with a sheen of perspiration. Her wooly head bobbed, lunged, and rolled wildly now, and her right hand worked urgently on my balls, kneading, massaging, and rubbing the base of my scrotum.
Lust surged through my belly, balls, and cock like a rampaging torrent. I knew I would come in a violent spurt if she didn't cease her attack, so I pulled away. "Oh no, baby. We're gonna fuck and suck both," I growled, and pushed her onto the thick carpet. Savagely, I ripped off the pink scrap of a bra and savored the lushness of black succulent breasts. Her black nipples popped out like ripe olives as I fastened my mouth on one of the enormous tits.
"Ohhh ... ohhh," she moaned in appreciation, and reached for my hard shaft.
I pulled her hand away, rose up and inserted my fingers into the waistband of her bikini bottom. Slowly, I peeled them down over her black, round thighs. I didn't hurry it. The sight of her crotch was for viewing with slow relish. A wiry, thick bush of black hair burst out as the band of her bikini moved down. Further down, about two inches, two swollen lips lay pulsing beneath the succulent thatch of her pubic mat.
My eyes never left her black velvet snatch as I finished removing her bikini. The moment her legs were free, she spread her black thighs. There, between the black rounded softness of her butt cheeks, a brilliant pink slit opened into a glistening round mouth of slick hot cunt. From the midst of the wet pink petals of cunt meat came a sharp, musky odor. As it assailed my nostrils my balls and cock jerked as if electrified. The heady odor was like an aphrodisiac.
With a cry of lust, I buried my face in the carnal feast of her black and pink crotch. As my lips closed on the thick, pulsing labia, I slid my tongue into the swollen furrow. It was thick with the honey of her vagina and had a sweet, salt-like taste. Savoring the strange flavor, I ran my tongue along the pulsing ridge of her clitoral shaft. Her pelvis bucked upward, driving my face and tongue deeper into the sticky hot flesh mass of her open cunt. Rolling my tongue up and down the hard, pulsing clitoral shaft, I drove her wild.
"Ohhh-God! Jesus Christ ... ohhh ... suck it, white man ... yesss ... ohhh deeper ... there. No ... lower! Ahhh ... suck my bud! OHHH ... GOD YESSS!!" Her entire pelvic section bucked and twisted in response to my suckling. And the secretions from the depths of her vagina flowed forth in a thick, honey-like river. My mouth was full of the sweet-salty cunt-honey now, and I swallowed it with relish. Then, as if it were dessert, I captured the grape-sized pink tip of her clitoral bud with my mouth and sucked hard.
"YEOWWW ... OHHHH ... MY GOD ... FUCK ME!" screamed my funky black cunt.
Her ass bucked violently as my tongue rolled around and around the pulsing pip of her clitoris. She was really flying. I'd blown her cool completely, now. All she wanted was my cock in her black orifice ... black or white made little difference.
With a savage heave, I flipped her over onto her stomach. Automatically, she assumed the position for rear entry. Her large succulent butt-cheeks opened like black velvet flesh doors and her pink inner cunt-meat gleamed and dripped between the gaping curtain of her swollen labia.
My cock found the slick furrow like a homing missile and slid into the hot maw with ease. Bracing myself behind her widespread buttocks I lunged forward with a savage thrust and sank my pulsing shaft deep into her hot cunt right up to the hilt, I felt my cockhead plow into the spongy cushion of her cervix as I hit bottom. I plied my hips back and forth and fucked her with long, steady strokes, allowing my cockhead to 'come out on the backstroke. This made each forward thrust seem like the first lunge and caused the ridge of my glans to burst through the flesh grommet of her vaginal opening over and over again. This was a new trick to her and she reacted like a wild thing.
Her buttocks rolled, and slammed back against my lunges, each time enveloping my surging cock more lasciviously in her convulsing cunt. "Where ... where did you learn that action, white man? OHH ... OOWW ... Deeper ... faster ... fuck me harder ... fuck me ... that's it! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!" she moaned.
She was ready. Carefully, I increased the tempo of my fuck motions until she was nearly to her peak just before orgasm. Just above the juncture of where my cock plunged in and out of her trembling cunt-hole, the puckered opening of her anus opened and closed with each backward pump of her buttocks.
On my next backstroke I pulled my cock out a bit further and rammed it into the puckered anal lips. It sank a full two inches into the soft anal channel before my funky black nymph reacted.
"NO!" she shrieked and fought to break free. "No way." I had her firmly locked against my loins with both hands. "You ... OOHH ... NO! Stop it! You're ... God ... it hurts, please .. OHHH, NO, NO."
She wasn't fooling me, the black bitch. I knew she preferred it this way. No doubt she reserved it for her black lovers. "Relax, goddamn you. Enjoy it like you do with your big black fuckers," I growled. "You're gonna be ass-fucked, so you might as well enjoy it. Hear?" To emphasize my point, I forced another four inches of my cock into her tight, resisting asshole.
Suddenly I felt the tightness dissolve and my cock plunged deep into her anus until it was buried to the hilt. Common sense had prevailed. She'd decided to cooperate. And cooperate she did.
"OK, baby, you win," she cooed huskily, "gimme those gorgeous balls to play with, then fuck my ass deep, long, and hard."
Her fingers snaked up and clasped my balls fondly, and I commenced to ass-fuck her with hard, deep, strokes. With each stroke my scrotum tensed more and more. I could feel the gism begin to gather in my scrotum. It formed a ball of thick, hot cream ... ready to erupt Her supple black fingers massaged my balls, literally driving my cock wild. My fuck motions now were completely locked into a savage rhythm as old as time, each lunge harder than the last, striving to reach the peak of sensation that would trigger the ejaculation of my gism deep into the convulsing flesh canal of her asshole. My voice chanted a poem of gross lust as I fucked. "Ohhh ... take it all, you black bitch ... there, owwhhh ... God that's a hot black hole ... hot wet and funky with fuck juice ... take that and that!!"
She didn't reply with words. Her lunging buttocks and rippling asshole just milked my cock with faster and faster undulations. The sphincter muscles inside her anus were marvelously adept. My shaft was being milked with a million small ripples.
As I felt I would faint from the surges of electric shocks which traversed my spine, her asshole opened wide, sucked my cock deep, then clamped like a vise.
I exploded in a series of hot gushing spurts, deep inside of her asshole and she screamed her delight as her orgasm peaked. "AHHH ... OWWW ... YES! All of it! Gimme all that white gism ... YEEEOOWW!!!!!"
She was still trembling with the residual of her orgasm several moments later and her anal muscles continued to milk my cock, squeezing out the last drop of my semen. Finally, I withdrew. My cock was sticky with semen and secretions from her cunt and anus. As I stood up, my prick hung down like a spent flail.
My black nymph lay on her stomach, still quivering with pleasure and satisfaction. She showed no sign of getting up or returning to the party. She didn't even seem to acknowledge my presence. I started to speak but decided against it. After all, I'd won. She'd flipped her jollies, not once, but several times. And with a white man. I pulled on my clothes, straightened myself up a bit, and turned to leave.
"Hey, Whitey," her husky voice rang out. "You win. I don't know how you ever learned, but you fuck like a black buck. You're welcome to a return performance anytime."
"Hell, sweetheart, I don't even know your name," I replied, warm with elation at her acknowledgement.
"Well, I'm sure you have a phone number, white man," she said.
"No," I replied, I'm on the road. Just stopped here to drop off a friend and decided to stay for a drink. Never expected to get myself a piece of black cunt, baby. And such .cunt! Damn near as good as teenage cunt."
"You lyin' bastard," she chuckled. "Your prick ain't never felt a young cunt that could make it jump like mine, and you know it." She had pulled her bikini top and bottom back on and was straightening them up in preparation for returning to the party.
"By the way, who are you anyway? And how did a black nympho ever get invited to a joint like this?" I asked, feeling pretty cocky by now. The warm after-sensation of the fuck was making me feel very good.
She looked at me with a funny look then began laughing like crazy. Finally, she gained control of her giggle-box and said, "You're a real case, white man. Now, prepare yourself for a little shock. I own this 'joint' as you call it. How's that grab you, my fine cocksman?"
She was serious! Jesus, now what would I do. I'd insulted and assfucked my own hostess, and Suzy's mother, all in the space of less than an hour. Chuck had done it again. Well, I mused, I guess I'll just brazen it through. If worst came to worst, all she could do was kick my ass out of her house and I'd be on my way a couple of hours sooner.
"Honey, I better confess. I'm a friend of Sharon's. You know-your daughter's friend. I drove her up from L.A."
"So! Well, it's a small world ain't it, lover? I didn't see Sharon arrive," she replied, just as surprised as I had been.
"Well, you seemed pretty busy when I arrived, remember."
"You mean that young cunt-hound?" she giggled. "Well, now we've each done our nasties and clever words, so let's call it a draw. You fuck marvelously, and my pussy is much better than you'll admit. Now, please accept my hospitality. Any friend of Sharon's is a friend of my daughter and me. You will stay, won't you?" Her tone was both warm and sincere. I accepted.
Her name was Lori. She had shown me to my room then gone out and shooed out the party guests. Shortly afterward she knocked on my door and asked me to join her for a drink before dinner. She was dressed in a brilliant red hostess gown and looked even more seductive than she had in her bikini. Taking her arm, I accompanied her into the living room. It was a large richly furnished room with Spanish modern furniture, a thick wine-colored carpet, and a huge fireplace. Sitting on the hearth were Sharon and Suzy.
As Lori and I entered both girls stopped chattering.
"Chuck! Where in hell have you been? I looked all over for you," cried Sharon. "I see you've met Lori, anyway." Her tone implied a lot more than her words said.
"Sharon," Lori cooed, "I think your friend is divine and have insisted he be my guest as long as he wishes. I rescued him from that crazy party and showed him his room while you and Suzy were catching up on each other's activities. Now, let's all have dinner." The dinner was gourmet all the way. By the time dessert came I could hardly move. Lori had just offered me a fine cigar from a silver humidor, when the phone rang. She went to answer and returned a few moments later.
"Chuck, I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you'll have to excuse me this evening. Something quite urgent has come up regarding a business matter and I'm compelled to take care of it at my attorney's place tonight. apparently it may take quite a while, so don't wait up."
She was obviously anxious to be off so I told her I'd probably watch T.V. and then hit the sack. "After all, an old man needs his rest," I said mischievously..
Her eyes twinkled and she grinned. "Yes, I suppose that's true, Chuck. No doubt I too will be exhausted when I return." We both knew I'd asked her to hurry back and join me in bed. Her last statement had been her acceptance.
During dinner both of the girls had been casting furtive, questioning looks at me, then at Lori. Suzy had maintained a quiet scrutiny of me all during the meal. I wondered if Sharon had related our relationship. I almost hoped she had because Suzy was a real juicy little morsel. Her almond-shaped eyes glittered with sensual promise. Beneath the light cotton blouse her round firm breasts jutted proudly, and the taut nipples were clearly visible since she wore no bra. I felt my cock swell at the thought of exploring the resilient mounds of her succulent young body and moist crevices of her young pussy.
Meanwhile I bade Lori good evening with my best wishes for a profitable conclusion of her business. "See you later," I whispered as I helped her on with her coat.
"Wild horses couldn't stop me, lover," she replied softly. "Now be good and take a little nap. You're gonna need your strength, lover." With that she left and I went to my room.
I stripped and took a hot shower. It was very relaxing and my weariness seemed to melt away. Topping it off with a nice close shave, I flopped onto the enormous king-sized bed and quickly fell asleep.
Then I began to dream....A soft warm mouth laved my cock and balls. As with all such dreams, it seemed quite real. The mouth belonged to a luscious blonde and her tongue was flicking up and down my cock, under my balls and around the head of my cock in a series of cock-hardening caresses.
Her face was a bit blurred as she crested to lick the head of my shaft, but the dream-creature reminded me of Sharon. Then I suddenly realized I wasn't dreaming at all; the voraciously suckling mouth was Sharon's.
"What in the name of ... I" I cried, sitting up quickly.
"Mmmm...." muttered Sharon, then she released my cock from her mouth. "Cool it, Hard Man. Can't a gal give a little head without you gettin' all bent outta shape? I just wanted to show Suzy what a real bull cock looked like all erect and throbbing."
My eyes swept around and found her. Almond-eyed Suzy was crouched on her haunches at the left side of the bed peering fixedly at my towering erection. Her black eyes were glittering with repressed lust and her tongue nervously licked her own full lips.
"Wow," she exclaimed, "his thing makes Jimmy's look sick. It's so ... thick and...." Her voice faded in evident awe of my phallus.
"Look, girls, how in hell do you expect me to relax with a couple of funky young cunts gazing and fondling my cock?" I asked, not really expecting an answer. I couldn't have gone back to sleep with knock-out drops. My cock was already too advanced into desire now. "OK, Sharon, now that you've got it up, what are you gonna do?"
Sharon giggled mischievously and shed the transparent shorty nightgown adorning her lush body. Her breasts protruded firmly from her torso, their nipples erect and taut. She stood there with a sultry little smile on her face and moved her fingers tantalizingly over the rounded creamy expanse of her succulent young belly, down the sides of her hips and thighs, then ran them lightly along the velvety inner part of those ripe lusty thighs. Lingering there, she savored her self-caressing with little moans of delight.
"Mmm ... it turns me on, Hard Man, just making it with myself while you watch. Hey, Suzy, go in the bathroom and get Chuck's shaving cream and I'll show you how to make that dick of his grow bigger yet. Wow ... I'm gettin' all hot and sticky in my pussy!"
Her hips were rotating slowly now as her right middle and forefinger probed deep into the pink, swollen labia majora beneath the honey-gold tuft of crisp pubic hair. She rolled them around and around between her moist labia, momentarily exposing the bright pink wetness inside and the small bud-like pip of her engorged clitoris.
My cock throbbed wildly, now, and my testicles swelled tightly inside the sac of my scrotum. Her lustful massage of her own cunt sent a raw surge of lust rippling through my senses. It was a cock-hardening exhibition of sensuality for me because I'd never seen a female masturbate. And she took such exotic delight in her own fondlings, like no man I'd ever seen. Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed, her legs planted apart, and her pelvis rocked, rolled and jerked with gross, obscene relish at the sensations being created by her deft fingers.
Suzy came back into the room holding my can of shaving cream. "Sharon, here's the ... wow ... what are you doing?" Her almond-shaped eyes gazed raptly at Sharon's writhing body. "God, I wouldn't let anyone see...."
"Oh no!" moaned Sharon. "Look at Chuck's cock, honey! Ever see such a delicious-lookin' tool? Hard as a rock, too, I'll bet." She ceased her gyrations, removed her fingers from her dripping pussy and climbed onto the bed alongside me. "Gimme that cream, Suzy; then shed those threads and join me. Move, doll, he won't bite you, at least not so it'll be anything but delicious."
She was a cool little bitch for her age, no doubt about it. She knew what she liked and took it without any game-playing or excuses.
As the naked Suzy crawled hesitantly onto the bed on my left side, I let my eyes feast on her firm lush body. Like most Orientals, her breasts were not very big. But what they lacked in size, they made up in quality. I'd never seen two more perfectly shaped breasts, smoothly swelled to a ripe firmness and topped by perfectly symmetrical dark nipples. These were fully erect now, and delicious-looking, like ripe fruit.
As she knelt beside me I cupped her breast and squeezed gently. A gasp issued from her lips and she trembled. "Aiii...." Dropping my hand from her breast I slipped it under her buttocks and savored the firm succulent roundness of her young resilient buttcheeks. After several seconds of roaming over their soft roundness, I slipped my fingers into the cleft. A warm moistness enveloped my fingers, and involuntarily she bent forward to give me access to her pussy. As I slid my fingers upward into the soft folds of her labia she gasped again. "Ahhh ... oww yes ... yes."
"Not yet, playmates," croaked Sharon huskily, "we've gotta get the man up to speed. Gimme that cream, honey." Grasping the can, she pressed the button and sent a large white cascade of creamy foam down my throbbing phallus. "Now, Suzy, grab his cock and let yourself feel something real kicky. It'll make your pussy twitch, baby."
Hesitantly, Suzy extended her small trembling hand toward the erect column of my cream-covered prick. Finally, she grabbed it firmly.
"Aii ... gee ... Sharon, it's huge ... and slick ... mmmm ... but so good ... Ohhh God, does that thing turn me on!"
"Jack him off, honey, with long slow strokes. Make him come gradually; it spurts so much further when he has to wait," chuckled Sharon lewdly. "While you take care of his prick, I'll show you how good he is at eatin' pussy, eh Chuck baby?"
With that she rose, stood above me with her feet astraddle my shoulders. My eyes stared straight up into the gaping furrow of her pink moist labia. The glistening wine-red vestibule of her vagina was barely visible at the base of her slit. My cock jerked at the sight of this carnal delight only to be further assaulted by Suzy's nimble fingers. Her small hand pumped slowly up and down my rigid organ, gliding smoothly with the soapy lubricant of my shaving cream. After several straight strokes her confidence grew and she began varying the grip of her fingers as they moved up and down.
The effect was fantastic. My cock felt as if it were being fucked by an enormous cunt with rippling muscles. I felt my load of semen gathering in my scrotum as her other hand cupped and squeezed my engorged testicles.
Reaching up, I grabbed Sharon's butt-cheeks and pulled hard. She resisted slightly, then sank onto my face. Now my face was buried in the hot stick folds of her cunt. My nostrils were filled with the sweet musky odor of her aroused pussy and I shot my tongue savagely into the hot slick opening of her gaping vagina. As it entered, the walls closed around it, and seemed to suck my already extended tongue even deeper into the juicy sheath.
In and out I probed with deep thrusts attempting to explore the very depths of this juicy flesh tunnel. Faintly, I heard guttural moans from above, but couldn't really hear which of my young assailants was exclaiming her joy because my head was completely surrounded by Sharon's crotch, inner butt cheeks and cunt.
Suddenly my body began to writhe as surges of raw sensation exploded time and time again. Suzy's hand pumped vigorously up and down the length of my shaft in a wildly increasing tempo. Her other massaged my scrotum and balls with equal vigor until finally, I cried out and arched high. My ejaculation was so powerful six spurts of gism leapt from my cock like a rapid-fire machine gun.
As my body arched into orgasm, Sharon thrust her cunt savagely against my lashing tongue, shuddered violently, then came with a sequence of rhythmic lunges.
"OOHHH ... GOD DAMN ... YEOWW ... OH FUCK ... SUCK!" she screamed obscenely. "WOW!" Her pelvis bucked and rolled with the powerful surge of her orgasm, and the muscles inside her vagina rippled and convulsed with pure raw fuck-joy.
Gasping from the onslaught, I pushed Sharon's dripping cunt from my mouth and she flopped backwards, moaning with the delicious sensations and her subsiding orgasm. Through half-closed eyes I could see her cunthole dilating with the surges of her desire and the lips literally dripping with her own juice.
Letting my head loll to the left, I saw Suzy. She'd been left out of the rewards of our combined efforts. Her face was a mask of aroused lust and frustration, and her hand still clutched my limp cock.
"Fuck both of you!" she cried. "Thanks a lot! You got me so hot my cunt is ready to bust and now you just lie there. Well...."
Without warning her mouth closed over the head of my limp cock and she drew the shaft into her mouth with powerful sucking motions. As my cock was being drawn deep into her hungry mouth; it began to swell and harden almost immediately. What Suzy lacked in experience, she compensated with pure desire for satisfaction: my organ was already steel-hard and pulsing with joyous lust.
To augment her mouth, she clutched my balls with both hands and massaged them lasciviously, her fingers seemingly alive with lust and sensual desire to please, urge, and draw from me the last vestige of sexual sensation. As the throbbing in my cock began to build, she threw her right leg over my body and positioned the ripe, round spheres of her butt-cheeks over my head.
Thus positioned, my eyes beheld the crisp, curly tuft of her black pubic hair and the slightly parted labia. Between the juice-covered lips her small clitoral shaft peeked out at my hungry eyes.
Reaching between her thighs, I placed my thumb on the soft field of flesh between the pink rosette of her anus and the lower anterior lip of her vagina. Using my thumb as an anchor, I slid my middle finger between her slick swollen labia and began massaging the engorged clitoral shaft with long careful strokes of moderate pressure.
"Ohhh," she moaned, "yesss ... ahhh ... mmm ... so good ... feels like ... OHHH ... yes; right there!" Her pelvis began to undulate and rotate in rhythm to my finger caresses. Juice from the vestibule of her tight young snatch oozed in more copious amounts and her mouth glided, rolled, and sucked more vigorously up, down, and around my pulsing cock.
"Suck 'em, baby! Yeah, yeah ... go, go, go!" Sharon urged from the foot of the bed. Glancing toward her I saw she had spread her luscious thighs wide apart and was plunging her forefinger in and out of her own gaping, wet vagina with long, deep strokes. Her hips bucked upward to meet each downward plunge of her finger.
"Don't stop, Sharon," I groaned. "Goddamn, but the sight of you finger-fuckin' yourself makes me wanna fuck all night." Then to Suzy: "Come on, you slant-eyed cocksucker, eat it all, baby. Yeah ... AHHH....
God, but you suck prick like a pro. Jesus, you're juicy! Never saw a cunt ooze with cunt-honey like this snatch of yours. My fingers are so slippery from that cream I can hardly ... oops!"
My thumb slipped on the juicy juncture between her cunt-hole and anus and plunged into the puckered center of her asshole.
She grunted, bucked a little, but never lost a stroke on my cock with that wild little mouth of hers. Instinctively I started to withdraw my thumb from the softness of her ass-channel. Then a strange obscene desire flooded my brain; I wanted to fingerfuck her asshole!
Quickly I locked my legs around her waist. She didn't even notice because it still gave her complete access to my cock and balls. Then I snaked my left arm around her left thigh, locking it tightly. Fired with this strange new lust, I thrust my thumb powerfully into the bobbing anus of my Oriental cocksucker. As my thumb penetrated to the first knuckle, the walls of her soft anus clamped tightly around my digit, making it hard to gain deeper penetration, and she cried out with surprise and pain.
"No, no ... don't! That hurts ... STOP!"
Paying no heed, I grabbed her left breast and squeezed hard. As she leaped with pain, her anus relaxed. I rammed my thumb all the way to the hilt before she could close her asshole.
Releasing her tit, I growled, "Keep sucking, you little bitch, you can't stop now. I'm almost sick with fuck joy. Come on! Back to my prick or I'll tear your tits off."
With a small moan she ingested my cock and soon was sucking for dear life. Meanwhile I found the pulsing pip of her clitoris and massaged it in hard round strokes. Her anus relaxed and her pelvis rotated against my clitoral massaging with grateful responsiveness. "God damn ... OHHH ... WOWWW ... I'm coming, I'm ... AAAHGGH!" shrieked Sharon. As I watched her finger, it was a long slender blur as it slipped in and out of her gaping red vagina. She arched upward, buttocks a full four inches off the bed, jerked several times, then flopped back. "OHH GOD! Too much! Jesus, watchin' her suck you off and you fingerfuck her in her cunt and asshole too ... wow; it would make a brass monkey come!"
Suzy didn't hear a word of it. Her head lunged downward frantically as I loosed my gism from the depths of my scrotum. She'd sensed my release, and plunged downward to take my entire shaft into her mouth as fully as possible.
As my hot load of seed burst from my cockhead, I felt it gush deep into Suzy's throat. She sputtered, swallowed it, then came herself as the rocketing orgasm roared through her small lush body.
Her vaginal walls and anal canal rippled and closed tight. My fingers were held in the vise-like grip of her cunt and asshole as she bucked around, flopped and twisted in the throes of her thundering orgasmic flight. It was so powerful she hardly made a sound, but her groans were deep, wild and animal. When her peak passed she rolled onto her back,, panting and clenching her fists.
"Oh God ... I never knew it could be so ... Jesus ... so way out! No wonder Mama likes to fuck so much!"
A new musical voice rang out from the doorway. "Like mother, like daughter, I see. Was it that good, daughter dear?"
It was Lori. She'd obviously returned early. Being so engrossed, the girls and I hadn't heard her return. We were stunned and I could see fear all over Suzy's gorgeous face.
"Well, no use swabbing your mouth out with soap. Chuck's cock has already done that nicely, it seems. The old shaving-cream bit. eh Sharon! Your idea, no doubt. Right? Don't look surprised, darling. I've known how you've lived for years. Just one great big dripping twat ever since you were old enough to fuck." Lori's voice was dripping with sarcasm but something else, too. Somehow I'd expected rage, indignation, sharp words, etc., but not sarcasm. She wasn't outraged by me fucking Sharon, and Suzy sucking me off; she was jealous.
"Look, Lori," I began in a mollifying tone.
"Shut your mouth, you white no-good stud. Ain't you got no pride? Fuckin' babies! Jesus Christ, no mature man who's worth his salt would stoop to fuckin' little teeny-boppers," she spat.
Then Sharon caught on. "That was our own idea, Lori. We got him going while he was still asleep. By the time he woke up we had his load popped."
"We!" cried Lori. "Shit, Suzy's never copped a joint in her life, you little liar."
"I showed her how, Lori. That's the truth. But she sure caught on fast. Boy, can she suck cock!" Sharon said. "Must be inherited."
That did it. Lori began to chuckle, then laugh. "Too much, too much ... can't be angry ... oh God." Her mirth ran its course as she wrapped her arms around both naked girls and laughed. "Baby, I just can't be angry with you. I know just how a red-blooded young girl feels. Seems like only yesterday I felt the thrust of a thick hard cock in my cunt for the first time. God, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. Would you believe I was only eighteen and the cock belonged to my brother. Man, could that boy punch pussy! I thought he was going to push it all the way into my throat, but God, what a sensation."
Turning to me she said, "Sorry, I blew my cool just 'cause my little darlin' was blowin' yours, Chuck. Say? How was it? Good?"
"She's a natural, you funky black cunt, and you know it. Like Sharon says, must have inherited it from Mama," I retorted jovially. "Which reminds me. Have you sucked any good white cock lately?"
Her large sexy eyes grew luminous. "Could be, could be, honey. But you know what? I'm hankerin' for some right now. I watched you all for nearly five minutes before I busted in. Got me all funky and horny."
"Bet your pussy's just drippin' with sweat. How about a nice hot bath? We all need one after this," I challenged.
"You mean all of us ... in the same tub?" cried Suzy in astonishment.
"Why not? I'm sure Lori won't object. Will you, baby?" I answered.
The two girls turned to Lori to see how she would react. It was one helluva challenge-a mother fucking alongside her own daughter and her daughter's girlfriend. Lori must have sensed the challenge.
"Honey, your Mama was fuckin' men before you were a gleam in your Daddy's eye. It would be a real pleasure to show you how a full-grown woman takes a hard cock and wrings out every last drop of a man's seed from his balls," she retorted with a haughty toss of her hips.
Five minutes later we were all in a hot sudsy rub, our limbs, buttocks, and bellies sliding around against each other. It was an enormous round bathtub, but not really designed for four bodies.
At first we did concentrate on cleaning our sex-crusted bodies. Sharon lathered Suzy's back and shoulders while I applied suds to Lori's enormous black tits. They were large, meaty, succulent. The soap made them slick and my fingers slithered all around them like a snake on a ball. My palms felt the large black nipples swell and pop erect as I worked. Her thighs were spread wide under the water so I let one hand roam down her belly and into the thick matted thatch of her pubic tuft.
"Like the Black Forest, honey. I always dug a lotta pussy-hair," I exclaimed.
Lori grinned, reached down and clasped my semi-hard cock. "You just like pussy, white man, with or without hair. Hey, girls, he's gettin' hard already. You must have done a halfway job of fuckin' 'em. When Lori gets through, he won't have another hard-on till morning."
"Mama," Suzy giggled, "I never though I'd hear you talk that way. Anyway, he didn't fuck either one of us. We did all that other stuff; you know, fellatio and cunni-"
"Sucking, baby, just plain cocksuckin'. Don't mince words when it comes to sex. Tell it like it is," Lori admonished. "Ain't nothin' to be ashamed of, hear?"
As she spoke, I inserted my middle and forefinger into the hot slick cavern of her cunt and rammed them home.
"Right on, baby," she exclaimed and closed her thighs in appreciation. "Come here!"
Grabbing-me by my waist, she spread her thighs open again, raised her knees, and pulled me toward her. As I slid forward on the smooth marble bottom, my crotch moved right against her upraised thighs, and my cockhead touched the vestibule of her vagina. Her left hand snaked between our soapy bellies and popped my cockhead into her hot sheath. With a quick pull of her arms around my waist, my shaft entered the hot tunnel smoothly.
"Let's fuck," she said huskily. "The girls can watch."
"Jesus, right here in the water?" I cried.
"Why not? You afraid of drowning?" she grunted and began to rock back and forth, using my cock as a fulcrum.
"Wow, Sharon. Look! Mama's fuckin' him right here in the water," Suzy squealed.
"Cool, very cool," exclaimed Sharon in admiration, "But what are we supposed to do, hand 'em the soap?"
Lori's black cunt was gripping and releasing my cock with a sensual rhythmic grasp of her vaginal muscles and my prick was pulsing with exotic pleasure. Each forward lunge of her soft lush crotch plunged me deeper into the hot cavern of her cunt.
"Fuck, baby, fuck! Yeah, yeah ... ohhh yeah," she chanted. "Love that big white cock slidin' in and out, in and out ... mmmm."
The feel of my shaft sliding back and forth in her warm snatch was great but I had no feeling of being in the saddle. So, with a sudden heave, I disengaged myself and splashed out of the tub.
"Hey," Lori cried, "just when Mama was gettin' a groovy feelin' in her snatch. Where you goin'?"
"Look, baby, when I fuck I want my ass on dry ground. Besides I need to feel my fingers buried in buttocks when I come. Get your ass outta that tub; dry off and get on the goddamned bed. You too, girls, I gotta little idea for all of us."
"Whatever feels good, lover," said Lori, and pulled her huge black body up and out of the tub. "Now, girls, I'll let you dry me off."
Several minutes later I lay alongside Lori's freshly bathed body. The girls lay on either side of us. Lori lay back, spread her luscious black thighs wide, and sighed.
"Fuck me, baby, I could come a million times."
Beneath the freshly bathed tuft of black crisp pubic hair, the wine-red petals of her labia bade me enter her pleasure pocket. Hunching above her upthrust mons, I entered her juicy depths with a single savage lunge. I sank to the hilt until I felt my cock-tip sink into the cushiony bed of her cervix. I fucked her powerfully with long, smooth strokes.
As I plunged in and out of the black paradise. I buried my head in Sharon's crotch and sucked hard on her slick young clit. She trembled as her lust rose to my tongue-fucking. With my right hand I probed Suzy's tight wet snatch, sinking my middle finger deep into its juicy depths.
Alternately thrusting, sucking, and fingerfucking all three funky cunts, I brought all to peak at the same time. Their cries of joy, lust and pleasure mingled with my groans as my seed gushed deep into Lori's thrashing, hot cunt.
"OHHH ... Jesus! Fuck me, fuck me," she shrieked. "My cunt's gonna-OHHWW," cried Sharon.
Suzy didn't utter a sound. She was too busy enjoying the spasms in her crotch.
Lori just groaned with lustful delight and let her cunt spasm and spasm until my cock was nearly pulled out of its socket.
After all of our passions were spent Lori looked at me seriously and said, "Chuck, you got a home for as long as you like ... please stay!"
"Honey, I'd love to stay, but I've got too much to do and see ... and not near enough time to stay in one place too long," I replied.
CHAPTER FOUR
I arrived at Zodiac shortly before dusk, one day later. The establishment was nestled at the base of steep, rugged cliffs and the access road leading from the highway to the bottom of the cliffs was a poor excuse for a decent cow path. When finally I braked to a stop in front of the most imposing of three buildings, I sighed with relief. If they engaged in unlawful activities at this joint, the only sensible method of raiding the place would be via helicopter.
As I alighted from the car I spied a huge figure emerge from the building and stride toward my car. It was a man. Actually, giant would be a more accurate description because he was six foot four at least. His hair was worn Jesus-style, and hung down to an enormous pair of shoulders. The rest of his frame was draped in one of those hippie-like ponchos. When he drew closer his face came into clearer focus. It was rugged, square-jawed, and creased with lines.
I was about to speak and introduce myself when his voice boomed! "Chuck Norman, no doubt. I'm Kurt. We don't go much for last names, but of course, that's optional. You're a day late, Chuck. We expected you yesterday."
He came on like an avalanche. Piercing blue eyes stabbed into mine from above as he towered above me pumping my hand vigorously. "Sorry. I got sidetracked," I managed to inject before he rumbled on.
"No harm done. I just hope she was worth the delay," he chuckled, lowering his left eyelid in a meaningful wink. "Now we must get you settled in. We have a full schedule tomorrow."
Climbing back into the car with me, he directed me to one of the smaller buildings and waved me to a parking place beside several other vehicles. By their model and vintage, I was in high-class company. Phantom Rolls and Maseratis don't grow on trees even in California. They looked ridiculous, though, parked next to a dune-buggy, a motorcycle, and a small Datsun.
Noting my puzzlement at the strange mixture of vehicles, Kurt said, "our group attracts quite a mixture of folks, Chuck. We get more millionaires than poor people, actually. They got more time to develop hang-ups. The poor working bastard is too tired to get uptight. C'mon. Number seven is your pad. We selected that number from your birth sign."
Reaching back, he grabbed all three of my bags, and took them into the small luxurious apartment. Following him, I glanced at the curtained apartments adjacent to mine. As T was nearing the door to my own T caught sight of a movement in the draped window on my left. Part of a head and two inquisitive eyes gazed at me for an instant, then disappeared again. Whoever she was, ugliness wasn't one of her problems. I'd seldom seen more exquisite features and such luminous brown eyes.
Stepping inside I saw that Kurt had deposited my bags and was uncapping a small bottle of wine. He looked like a cross between a Viking chieftain and a Mexican bandit in that huge poncho-like garment.
He poured two glasses of wine from the bottle and handed one to me. "Here's to human encounter. May all of your neuroses be little ones," he chuckled in a jesting toast.
I quaffed a good swallow of the delicious grape and asked, "What's the drill for tomorrow, Kurt? This is all new to me, so I better find out about the rules."
"Right," he nodded. "Actually we have very few rules, Chuck. But don't worry about that tonight. Although you're tardy, you haven't missed anything. We don't brief our encounter participants until the second day anyway. They're encouraged to look the place over and kinda settle down. Just dress casually, slacks, teeshirt, etc. If you feel like it, swim trunks are okay too, if you're a sun-worshipper. The first session is at nine A.M., right after breakfast. You'll find the chow hall without any trouble. Just follow your nose. Goodnight."
I don't know whether it was the wine, fatigue, or the relaxed feeling of freedom, but I slept like the dead. I was awakened the next morning by the soft booming sound of a gong. At first I thought I was dreaming, but as I rubbed my eyes to check my watch, the resonant tones sounded again, Christ, I thought, what an unusual alarm clock.
Quickly I showered, shaved, donned slacks and teeshirt, then emerged from the apartment to locate the chow hall. As I was closing the door and preparing to proceed toward the other buildings, my neighbor emerged.
I must have been dreaming when Yd seen the face in the window the night before because this woman bore no resemblance to the gorgeous vision I'd seen peeping at me last night. This gal looked like the popular image of an old-maid school teacher. Her hair was a mousy dull brown, pulled back and arranged in a tight bun on top of her head. Heavy horn-rimmed glasses perched on a nice straight nose. Beneath them, unfriendly brown eyes stared coldly at me as she swished by, nodding slightly by way of greeting.
As she walked ahead of me toward one of the buildings, I tried to determine something about her figure but failed. She was draped from head to toe in a loose-fitting Mother Hubbard, or muu-muu if you happen to be wearing one in Hawaii.
Following her into the building I found myself in a rather rustic mess hall. Redwood picnic tables served as dining places. I got my first look at the group, though. They all looked up as I came in.
At the nearest table, on my left, sat a brassy-looking blonde woman in her late thirties. Her blue eyes traveled boldly over my body. Next to her, a dark-complexioned young man smiled at me with friendly brown eyes. He was exceptionally handsome, in a Latin way. As he nodded the brassy blonde leaned close to him. Apparently they were here together.
At the same table was a middle-aged couple sitting stiffly across from each other. The woman was in her mid-fifties, extremely well groomed with a sad, haunted look on her face. On closer inspection I realized she was very beautiful in an aristocratic way. Her cool gray eyes met mine in timid greeting. A glorious mass of silver hair adorned her head in a perfectly shaped coiffure. She wore a soft pearl-gray sweater with a modest neckline which exposed very little of an amazingly ample pair of breasts.
Her husband was a burly, barrel-shaped man with thick wavy steel-gray hair and a pugnacious face. As I passed he turned slightly and nodded, then turned his attention back to his hearty breakfast of steak and eggs.
I spied Kurt across the room at another table which he shared with a bikini-clad redhead, a spare, sandy-haired man, and a voluptuous brunette. He waved me over to join him. As I did, I noticed that my neighbor, the spinsterish gal, occupied a table by herself, and was primly sipping a cup of coffee with one hand while reading a sheaf of papers with the other. She didn't even glance up as I crossed the room.
"Welcome to your first meal at Zodiac, Chuck," Kurt said jovially. "Let me introduce you. First the ladies. Our fiery-haired friend is Margo," he said, nodding at the redhead. "She of the raven tresses is Barbara, and this lean-looking devil is Scotty. Now, sit down, Chuck, and eat hearty."
Although Kurt kept up an amiable line of chatter throughout the meal, the only response he got was from Scotty and myself. The two women just ate quietly, each studying me in her own way. Several times I caught Margo glancing at me with a strange intense glint in her eyes. Barbara also stole languid looks.
After breakfast Kurt led the group out onto the patio at the side of the building and briefed us on the program. He explained that despite what we might have heard, nudity was allowed only in the encounter sessions, in both the swimming pool and lawn sessions, and in the hot mineral baths during the evening. In these situations nudity was mandatory. In the discussion periods clothing was required.
"Now, you're all here to learn how to communicate with each other truthfully, no matter how painful it may be," he explained. "And you've all agreed not to hold grudges about what may be said to you, regardless of its personal nature. Anyone who does will be asked to leave. If you've ever felt like letting it all out, that's why you are here. One other thing: during any session where we encourage tactile contact, any type of fondling, kissing, and other forms of body contact are encouraged, but, and this is a very strict rule, no sexual congress will be allowed. Is that perfectly clear? If you feel you can't observe this discipline, I suggest you leave now." He paused looking carefully around the ring of faces. "Naturally, married couples can do as they please in their own apartments, but promiscuous behavior among the single adults is frowned upon. OK, now we will begin with a 'deep grievance' encounter. Say anything you like. The more hostile the better, about anyone or any subject you wish." Looking straight at me he said, "Chuck, you might as well kick it off."
Every eye turned on me. I felt as though I were facing a goddamned jury. For a few seconds I couldn't think of a thing. Then as the brassy blonde looked at me with a smug little sneer, I spoke.
"Wives!" I growled, directing a challenging look at the blonde. "Ninety percent of 'em are cheats. They accept a man's financial support and repay him with just housework. They conveniently forget about love, affection, to say nothing of sex."
For about five minutes I continued spewing my hostility about wives. Finally I stopped and waited for counter-statements.
Strangely it came from my old-maidish neighbor, whose name had turned out to be Velda. In prim but anger-charged tones she said, "Men are all the same. They don't want a life companion but a harlot. Sex, sex, sex ... that's all they're able to value. Children, a comfortable home, and the harmonious pursuit of a rich life of compatibility should be the objective of marriage. Sex is necessary, of course, but shouldn't be distorted and used for idle pleasure. Why is that so difficult for men to understand?"
Before I could respond, the stocky guy with the gorgeous silver-haired wife roared, "Bullshit. You talk like somethin' outta Better Homes and Gardens."
From there the hostilities flew back and forth from every person in the group with the exception of Kurt, Raoul, the Latin-looking guy, and the wife of Brad, the guy who had leaped into the fray in answer to Velda's response. Anger, curses, and arm waving rose to fiery heights. All the while Kurt calmly observed the melee. Finally it seemed that the debate would soon take a violent turn, and he rose to his full gigantic height and announced it was time for the "pool session."
Grumbling and muttering, we all filed into the separate dressing rooms near the pool and disrobed. Boldly I stepped out and slipped into the pool. Next Brad came waddling out on his huge stump-like legs. He looked like a retired wrestler. His chest was thick with steel-gray hair which he scratched idly as he looked around.
"Christ, I can't wait to see what that old maid cunt looks like in the buff. I'll bet she hasn't even got a pussy. Probably just a peehole," he growled, then stared in amazement at a nude goddess emerging from the women's dressing room.
I didn't recognize her at first, but finally it dawned on me that the gorgeous creature was Velda. Prim, straight-laced Velda was a living, breathing sexpot under all that old-maid garb and the horn-rimmed glasses.
"Jesus," croaked Brad, "lookit that!"
Our open stares of raw lust weren't lost on Velda. A deep crimson blush crept over her entire lush body. Her full breasts bounced heavily as she rushed to the pool and slipped into the semi-concealment of the water. As she entered I was transfixed by the pure sexuality of her large firm buttocks and unusually prominent mons veneris topped with a lush crown of golden pubic hair.
Brad made for the pool and jumped in near Velda. Bastard! I'd had the same idea but had reacted too slowly.
Chagrined, I climbed into the cool water about ten yards away from Velda and Brad. Finally all of us were standing around like naked statues awaiting Kurt's directive on the "pool session."
I'd hardly paid any attention to the other woman as they had emerged from the dressing room and entered the pool. I'd been too busy concentrating on Velda. Now I turned to see who was standing near me. My eyes fell on a bobbing pair of huge tits attached to the surprisingly firm torso of Brad's wife. Her silver-gray hair hung down over her regal shoulders into the water.
Her face was a calm mask, but her eyes blazed as she watched Brad position himself close to Velda. I felt a pang of sympathy for her and moved a little closer.
"My name's Chuck," I ventured.
Turing to acknowledge my greeting, her eyes softened and she blushed shyly. "Martha is mine. A rather old-fashioned name. I don't know how I ever let Brad talk me into this lunacy. I'm so embarrassed I could die. I've never undressed in front of any man but Brad."
"Join the club, Martha," I grinned disarmingly. "It's my first group skinny-dip, too."
Kurt's voice interrupted me before I could continue. "Everybody close your eyes! Keep 'era closed tight. I'm watching and I'll remove anyone who opens his eyes before I call time. The idea of this pool session is to establish tactile communication. You can talk and touch anyone you choose but for only five minutes with any one person. If more than one couple desire to merge and discover each other in groups, that's OK. Now, remember. The idea is to establish communication by touch and talk, but no visual contact."
Closing my eyes tight, T moved toward Martha. As my fingers encountered the soft resilient fullness of her protruding breasts, she recoiled.
"Oh, I don't think I can do it," she cried softly.
"Easy does it, Martha. Just relax! Here, take my hand. There, you see, it's not so bad. Now put my hand on your shoulder. That's right. Hey. You have marvelous shoulders."
"Do you really think so ... er ... Chuck? My mother always said that was one of my good features, too," she said shyly.
Carefully and tenderly I moved my hands down her arms, slipped them gently onto her waist and traced the surprisingly full, firm contour of her hips. She trembled slightly, but reciprocated by moving her own slender fingers over my chest and around my waist, stopping just short of my buttocks.
Her breathing was rapid, and I knew the feel of my hard-muscled chest and narrow waist had put a crack in her reserve. "My, Chuck," she whispered, "you're in excellent condition. Your body tone is that of a much younger man."
"Martha, you got the greatest hips I've ever felt. I'll bet your breasts are firm, too," I ventured, and moved my hand from the soft rise of her flared hips up over her rib cage and gently cupped the heavy fullness of two lush breasts. As my hands closed about them her body shuddered.
"I've tried to keep myself in good condition. Brad just can't stand an ugly body on a woman. He could certainly learn something about touching, though. Your hands are so gentle," she whispered. "I hate to admit it, but I like you to touch me."
Boldly, I reached up and grabbed her hand from where it was frozen in place above my buttocks and moved it down. As her fingers came in contact with my flaccid cock she gasped. "Gracious. It's your ... ahhh ... penis, Chuck."
"Where do you suppose Brad's hand is right now," I said.
"You're absolutely right; Chuck. It's probably feeling up that big-busted sexpot who dresses like a lady. The shit!" she rasped, and clasped my cock hungrily in silent retaliation. It swelled immediately, hardening into a full erection. "Oh my," she giggled. "Did I do that? Why, Chuck, you're even bigger than...."
"Brad," I interjected.
"Why, yes," she whispered excitedly. "I always thought he had the biggest-er-penis in the world. The big phony. Wait'll I get him alone tonight."
As her excited fingers explored the soft globes of my testicles and fondled the bard length of my cock, I moved my hand between the smooth resilient walls of her thighs and buried my fingers in the thick foliage of her pubic hair. Surprisingly, she didn't recoil, but thrust against my hand, urging me to explore further. "Oh, Chuck, I'm feeling so wicked and sexy. You'll think I'm no better than that tramp with the big tits," she muttered hoarsely into my ear. "We'd better stop. I'm a very hot-blooded woman, really, and I wouldn't want to make a fool of myself."
I paid no attention and probed upward into the thick firm lips of her vulva. "Oh Chuck .,." she gasped and began to pull on my cock with instinctive movements. She pulled, squeezed and fondled so eagerly I felt a wild tingling sensation course from the base of my cock to the tip. My fingers groped further into the hot slick furrow of her labia and finally located the swollen clitoral bud.
I'd hardly rolled my forefinger around it twice, when she shuddered violently and covered my fingers with a sticky river of hot secretions. Plunging my finger into her vagina quickly, I triggered her explosive orgasm. God! I'd never heard of a woman coming so fast. Her vaginal muscles gripped my finger in a series of spasmodic contractions.
"Ohhh ... my God," she moaned softly and pressed her body tightly against mine.
My cock was throbbing so wildly I thought it would burst as she released it to clasp me toward her.
As she did, I felt another mass of soft flesh plant itself against my buttocks. Soft mounds of meaty breasts pressed against my back, and two facile hands curled around my waist, snaked between Martha's belly and mine, and closed over my pulsing cock and swollen testicles.
"Need a little help, baby?" breathed a low coarse voice.
"Beggars can't be choosers," I growled. "Jesus, yes, hurry!"
"Glad to help, buster, but it'll cost you later," chortled the husky voice.
"Hurry up, willya?" I groaned. Martha was still in the never-never land of her subsiding orgasm as the quick subtle fingers of the mysterious Samaritan jerked me off vigorously. With a sharp gasp I ejaculated copiously under the expert goading of the pumping fingers. Just then Kurt yelled time.
Opening my eyes, I turned to look into the lust-filled face of the brassy blonde. "Hiya, big fella. Jesus. You came a bucket. Remember our little bargain, now. Janet's my name. Room seven tonight. Bring your virgin grandma there if ya like," she said moving toward the side of the pool.
As she clambered out, I stared into the blatantly gross folds of her exposed vulva. Great draped labia protruded from the round cheeks of her ass as she pulled herself out of the pool.
Martha looked at me, then at the swaying naked form of the blonde. "Oh, Chuck. I'm so sorry. I let that creature do my part. I'm so mortified. I must have blacked out or something. I got so excited I forgot all about you, and everything. I just came around as that creature was ... er ... ah ... doing you."
"Don't worry about it, Martha," I soothed her, "it could happen to anybody. I guess you were just starved for a little action."
"Well ... Brad isn't exactly attentive you see," she explained. "I guess the grass always looks a little greener elsewhere."
"Two can play that game, baby," I said. "Hey! Why don't you come with me tonight when I go pay my little debt to Janet? A little group action might be fun. OK?"
"Golly, Chuck, I don't know." she said hesitantly. "I don't approve of ... well ... orgies."
"Forget it, then," I said coldly. "Don't be angry, Chuck. I'm just not accustomed to all of this sexy encounter stuff. I wouldn't even be here except for Brad. He threatened to come here by himself so I forced myself to come."
"You don't have any shyness in that department," I retorted. "You come like a fuckin' volcano when you're havin' all the fun."
"That's a filthy thing to say," she recoiled angrily, splashed out of the pool, and trotted toward the women's dressing rooms, furious.
After lunch we gathered for a lecture on the mysteries of encounter therapy, took a hike along the beach, then returned and ate a hearty dinner. All during the afternoon and dinner, Martha avoided all contact with both me and her husband.
He could have cared less. Every time Velda moved her lush ass two inches, Brad was there. Strangely, she didn't object. On the contrary, she seemed to relish her control over the barrel-chested ape. Once or twice Janet looked meaningfully at me. Each time I nodded, silently assuring her T hadn't forgotten and was going to pay off come evening.
I showered and flung myself down for a few winks, somehow knowing I'd need all my strength later that night.
CHAPTER FIVE
When I awoke it was dark. Snapping on the light I checked my watch. Nine o'clock! Time to pay Janet a visit. Showering quickly, I threw on my swim trunks and stepped out into the soft balmy air of the warm night. Before starting for my destination I glanced at the draped window of the room next door. A sliver of light shone through a gap in the drapes.
I looked around quickly, then peeped through the gap. Velda was stretched out on the bed nude, reading a magazine. Her amazing full breasts rose like fresh mountains from her supple torso. The flat plateau of her stomach blended smoothly with a broad succulent belly. The shining crown of her thick lustrous triangle of pubic hair glittered like a golden tiara on the lush swell of her mons. It struck me then that the hair on her head was a mousy brown and didn't even come close to matching the hair on her snatch. I strolled away from the erotic sight, puzzling over the mismatched pair.
Janet opened the door at my knock. "Cmon in, Chuckie. I began to think you'd never show up," she said testily. Her enormous fleshy breasts oozed over the top of a transparent nylon shortie nightgown. She held a highball in one hand and was obviously getting pretty well swacked. "Have a belt, Chuck. Nothin' like booze to get a party off the pad," she rasped, guiding me over to the improvised bar she had set up on the chest of drawers. I poured a stiff slug of scotch over a couple of cubes and settled down onto the couch.
As I sipped my scotch, I took closer inventory of my debtor. Actually, she wasn't fat, just solidly built. Her breasts were unusually large for her height, but at least they were firm, bouncy, and topped with sexy-looking pink nipples.
A she settled down beside me I realized that she was really very pretty, in a lusty sort of way. Sensual, full lips pouted expectantly below a well-formed nose, and light blue eyes looked coquettishly at me beneath half-closed eyelids.
We had a couple more drinks while she chatted aimlessly and scanned my body with hungry eyes. Her hands roamed around my neck, over my chest, and finally rested on the swollen bulge beneath my swim trunks.
"I suppose you think I'm some wealthy ole slut who's so hard up she has to hire a gigolo like Raoul to get laid. Eh? Naw. Don't bother to deny it. It was written all over your puss at breakfast. Well, lemme tell ya, m'bucko-you're wrong. Raoul is my secretary! How's that grab ya?" she chuckled drunkenly. "I'm a very successful columnist, baby. There isn't a stud in Hollywood who wouldn't stand in line to kiss ole Janet's royal ass. One word from me and they're given a part in a film or series; get it? Hey, that thing is getting big, sweetie. Let's give it some air."
Her hand grabbed the waistband of my trunks and peeled them down. My cock sprang free and stood rigidly at attention. Something about her unconcealed lust had caused me to desire this big lusty blonde. It would be something of a challenge to satisfy such a jaded cunt.
Her blue eyes blazed with desire as she fingered the hard red knob of my cock. "By God, Chuck, I'll bet that dick has seen a few pussies, eh? Makes me hungry, just lookin' at it. Look, let's don't rush into the sack right away though."
She heaved up from the couch and padded over to the lamp and switched off the light. "Now that makes things a lot more romantic. I hope you don't mind the dark, Chuckie. I just love it, especially when I got myself a stud."
She felt her way across the dark room and stopped when she arrived back at the couch. I heard the rustle of cloth and I realized she was removing the nightie. Before I could reach for her, I felt my swim trunks being peeled from my legs. Just as her hand settled on my cock there was a knock on the door.
"Chuck? It's Martha," chimed a soft voice.
"What th-" I started.
"Aww," whispered Janet, "don't be so fuckin' exclusive, baby. Let 'er in: more's the merrier. C'mon in, sweetheart! Don't mind the dark. We've blown a fuse. Wait a sec and I'll get a candle. Just happen to have one in my suitcase. Never know when a candle will come in handy, if ya know what I mean," she chuckled lewdly.
Martha had entered and stood in the doorway waiting for Janet to light the candle. "Chuck, I decided that if you could pay your obligations, so could I."
"Now, sweetie, that's real brave and honest. Cmon in and make yourself comfortable. Chuck and me don't have on clothes so get with it, dearie," Janet said holding up a lighted candle.
Within minutes I was lying full-length on the bed with Janet on one side and Martha on the other. The candle burned brightly on the bedside table casting a soft light on the entire scene.
"You take the top, honey. I'll tend to the other end for a while," directed Janet, moving her sturdy body downward toward my thighs. Her head rose up then bent down over my groin. Her huge breasts hung down, their big nipples grazing my thigh. With a grunt she buried her blonde head in my crotch. I felt a soft wet tongue roll around the base of my balls, probing and licking hungrily.
I pulled Martha close to me and grabbed one of her full meaty tits in my hand. The nipple rose and hardened under my palm as she gasped: "Oh, Chuck, I've never been to an orgy before. It's really quite exciting. I just wish I'd thought quickly enough to choose your other end before her. Ohhh, that feels good, Chuck."
I played with Martha's tits while Janet sucked my testicles in and out of her voracious hot mouth and fondled my rigid cock with loving squeezes.
I was beginning to get excited and started thrusting my pelvis against Janet's roving mouth. Martha sensed my arousal. "What can I do to help, Chuck?"
"Straddle my face!" I commanded.
"Huh?" she asked.
"Put your cunt on my mouth," I rasped impatiently. This time she got the idea and shifted herself up and over my face. I could smell the fragrant odor of hot cunt. Moving my hands around her ass-cheeks, I shoved two fingers of my left hand into the gaping wet hole and buried them to the hilt. As she gasped with pleasure I trapped her slippery clitoris with the thumb and forefinger of my right hand and pulled on the rubbery flesh bud vigorously.
"Ohhh my God," she gasped and writhed above me wildly. "Oh ... oh Chuck. Do it with your mouth. Suck me, suck me!!"
Janet heard and began to change her tactics, too. Her mouth closed over the tip of my cock and gobbled it hungrily into the depths of her wet mouth. Simultaneously, she shifted her body until her ass was within easy reach of my hands. Removing my fingers from Martha's twisting pussy, I groped between the moist Cheeks of Janet's ass. I felt the powerful buttocks tense and release around my hand as if to show me how grateful she was. Then my middle finger was swallowed by a throbbing hot mouth and drenched in creamy cunt juice as I found Janet's molten center.
Martha's flailing wet crotch bounced and bucked against my face while I fingerfucked Janet with long probing strokes. My tongue whirled around Martha's clitoris and my cock was bursting to the breaking point from Janet's savage suckling.
I wanted to come several times but was straining every effort to make sure all of us came at the same time. Sweat beaded my forehead, and my eyes felt they would pop out of their sockets if I kept up my iron control. Suddenly I felt Janet's powerful vaginal muscles tremble, then begin to dilate in a series of rapidly increasing spasms. She groaned and moaned like a banshee. I had to trigger Martha immediately or she'd be left high and dry. The tight ball of gism backing up in my balls was ready.
With my right finger I probed between Martha's juice-soaked butt cheeks. Ah! There was my target: the puckered opening of her anus. Lubricating my forefinger with juice from her pussy, I inserted it tentatively into the soft puckered anal opening. At first I met no resistance so I moved in further. Then her sphincter clamped hard around the digit.
"What are you doin' ... Chuck!" she screamed shrilly. In answer I rammed my finger deep and simultaneously drove my tongue into the depths of her vagina.
She shrieked but loosened her anus. Then, without warning, she came. Her vaginal muscles clamped tight and her moans blended in a sensual symphony with Janet's as both women's cunts spasmed into a rolling, rocking orgasm in precise timing to my own fountain of surging hot gism. It spewed forth into Janet's pumping mouth. She swallowed each jerking spurt of come.
Gasping and panting, we all three lay in a tangle of arms, legs, tits, and cock. Janet was the first to speak.
"Hey, Martha. For a gal in her mid-fifties you really swing. I thought you were gonna come unglued for a while there. Doesn't that ape of a husband ever service, you with his mouth?"
"Brad doesn't believe in that sort of thing," answered Martha. "He says it's perverted. Once, after I'd read an article on fellatio, I thought I'd try it on him as a surprise. I was black and blue for a month from the beating he gave me. Golly, Janet, you sure must know a lot about it. Chuck seemed to get a big charge out of it when you...."
"Copped his joint," grinned Janet. "Nothin' to it, honey. Why don't you give it a whirl? Chuckie here is all soft and limp again."
The thought of Martha's soft aristocratic mouth on my cock sent a tingling sensation up my spine, and my mouth suddenly became dry.
"Oh my,'" Martha answered hesitantly, "Chuck might be too exhausted or he might not like to be used as a subject for a beginner."
I rose to mf feet and planted myself above her. "Be my guest, baby. Just don't bite me in any of the wrong places."
My long limp cock dangled heavily in front of Martha's face. The soft candlelight cast a soft glow onto her silver-gray crown of thick lush hair. Her eyes stared fixedly at the length of my shaft Gently I placed both hands on her head and buried my fingers in the luxurious forest of soft, gleaming silver hair. Hesitantly she reached up, cupped my hanging testicles in her left hand, and fondled the heavy globes gently but eagerly.
Janet sat cross-legged next to Martha's nude kneeling form. Watching with open interest and lust she said, "Honey, don't be afraid. It won't bite you. Tickle him under his balls and watch what happens."
Martha moved her forefinger under my ball-sack and lightly traced a circular pattern on the sensitive area between my testicles and anus. The feathery touch caused a wild tingling sensation in my cock. As she continued the tickling motion the tingling sensation grew into a spine-shivering series of pleasure pulses. My cock trembled and began to swell.
"Thatta girl, Martha," urged Janet. "Now, let's have some light on the subject. Sweetie, it's time you learned to enjoy the sight of a hard prick."
She reached up and snapped on the table lamp beside the couch. At the sight of my swollen organ Martha's eyes widened. "Janet! I can't possibly get that into my mouth! It's too big!"
Nevertheless she zeroed in on the knob and flicked it lightly with the tip of her pink tongue. I felt another shock of pleasure at the moist feathery caress. Grabbing her head firmly, I pulled it toward my cock and pushed against her mouth. With added pressure I forced the tip between her soft wet lips until I felt the hot walls of her mouth close around the glans.
"Mmm ahhh...." she grunted in surprise. Moving her head with both hands, I rolled it around, causing her mouth to rotate around the knob of my cock. It only took three times. Eagerly her left hand closed firmly around my balls and squeezed them lustfully. Inch by inch I felt my rigid member being sucked into the hot saliva-filled cavern of her greedy mouth.
She'd lost her timidity now and was experimenting. First, she consumed the entire seven inches with her mouth and glided slowly up and down, savoring the pulsing shaft. Then she began to twirl her tongue around the shaft on the outstroke, pausing at the head to lick the engorged rim. Her fingers worked on my swollen balls in rhythm to her oral activities on my cock. The combination was fantastic.
For a beginner she learned fast, and waves of sensual delight coursed through my pelvis. The muscles around my anus tightened, then relaxed, each time my cock was laved in the hot saliva of her mouth.
As Martha increased her stabbing attack on my prick, Janet lay back with her thighs spread wide, fingerfucking herself. A silly grin of pure lust wreathed her face as her middle finger slurped in and out of the pink hot crevice of her cunt.
Martha's firm round butt-cheeks were gyrating in bouncing circles right near Janet's face. Janet winked up at me lasciviously and I saw her left hand disappear under the bouncing globes of Martha's buttocks.
"Mmm ... uuhhhh...." Martha moaned. Janet's searching ringers had made contact with their target. Quickly I clamped Martha's head to prevent her from stopping sucking my cock. She struggled for a second, then redoubled her sucking action. She was so excited by sensations from both ends, she really got into high gear.
Her buttocks rotated wildly in response to the rear-entry fingerfucking by Janet and the pumping suction on my cock. At another wink from Janet I pulled away quickly. My throbbing prick was nearly torn out as I forced it free of Martha's maniacal mouth.
As I leaped free and positioned myself behind Martha's trembling buttocks, Janet rose quickly and straddled Martha's back, facing me. With a savage thrust I rammed my saliva-covered penis into the pulsing hot sheath between Martha's butt-cheeks. It slid smoothly into the velvet trap of her foaming cunt. As the knob of my prick rammed into the cushiony mouth of her cervix, powerful cunt muscles gripped the shaft.
Meanwhile Janet grabbed my head and enveloped my face with her wet meaty crotch. My nose was buried in the thick wiry bush above her fleshy mound. My mouth was compressed against her cunt. Automatically my tongue probed between the swollen red labia, captured the pea-shaped clit, and began to thrust against it vigorously.
"Hot fuck, you randy stallion! Eat my cunt. Fuck, suck, owww ... that fucking tongue! Ohhh ... yeah. Fuck Martha; suck Janet ... wow!" screamed Janet, pumping her pelvis back and forth against my darting tongue.
My cock was whipping in and out of Martha's leaping cunt with pistoning strokes which threatened to split her in two.
I felt her fingers reach back between her thighs and grab my bouncing balls. Her sloshing cunt grabbed my shaft in a series of powerful contractions as she clasped my testicles so hard I nearly fainted.
"Cock! Fuck! Suck! Fuck me, fuck me ... OOOOHHH MY GOD!!" she shrieked and shuddered massively. As orgasm assaulted her entire body my seed spewed up the channel of my cock and spurted into her cunt with a series of rapid, cock-searing ejaculations.
I was so shaken I gasped for breath, but to no avail. My mouth was drenched by a massive wave of honey-thick cunt-juice as Janet bucked and exploded with an orgasm against my face.
I blacked out for a moment. Then as my eyes focused, I was on my back staring up at Janet's gross leering face and dripping cunt.
"Not bad for a middle-aged stud, Chuckie-boy. I came twice. You gotta fantastic tongue," she chortled lewdly. Then, looking down at Martha's heaving body she added, "I'll bet you get a commendation from her on toolsmanship, too."
I was about to gasp something clever in response when the door burst open. Brad stood menacingly in the doorway, his eyes flinty slits as he looked down at his wife.
"So! You found a playpen, eh Sweetie? I guess I can't letcha outta my sight for a second, you filthy pig," he roared. Sobbing with mortification, Martha grabbed her clothing and ran from the room, buttocks flopping.
Shifting his furious gaze from her to Janet and me, he spat, "OK! Now hear this! The next time anyone even looks sideways at my cunt they're gonna eat their own teeth. Got it?"
With that he slammed the door and left. Janet just giggled at his rage and poured herself another drink. "Wait'll I get that walking prick alone. He'll wish he didn't have a cock."
We both tossed off a few more belts, then I reeled from her apartment, found my own, and fell into alcoholic slumber.
CHAPTER SIX
Brad seethed all during the day following his discovery of his wife's participation in the three-way orgy with Chuck and Janet. His participation in the sensory sessions was halfhearted and he was downright nasty to Martha at lunch when she sat down next to him with her lunch tray.
"Who the fuck needs your company? If I wanna eat with a hooker I'll make an appointment with one," he growled in a voice loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. "For a sweet little wife you turned out to be a real swinger. Go eat with your new stud! Maybe he'll let you eat his cock for dessert."
Martha rose angrily and moved toward the table occupied by Chuck and Janet. "Well, at least he can get it up, lover, which is something," she shot back at him with a toss of her head.
The luscious Velda had watched this little scene with quiet relish. Bitchy wives had made her life miserable for many years with their snotty haughtiness. Furthermore, several times they had foiled her attempts at stealing their well-to-do husbands by the simple method of basic economics. A short, direct talk with such straying malcontents made it perfectly clear that even Velda's extraordinary sexuality wasn't worth financial ruin. It was so unfair. The cowardly bitches were afraid to compete with her on a sexual level and always reverted to the financial clout.
In a smooth, cat-like motion she rose and swayed sensually over to Brad's side. Every set of male eyes hungrily watched her voluptuous body as she walked. Her firm, full buttocks rose and fell with heavy lustiness with each graceful step. She accentuated her natural pelvic motions just for the pure hell of it, causing her venus mound to roll back and forth with suggestive allure beneath the tightly molded fabric of her slacks.
"Hi, Brad," she intoned. Her voice was throaty and throbbed with desire. "Care if I join you? Nobody seems to want our company for lunch."
Brad's eyeballs nearly leaped from their sockets as he turned to see who stood by his side. "Well, I should say I don't. Welcome to my parlour, etc., etc.," he leered up at her, his eyes crawling lasciviously and slowly over her full breasts, belly, and rounded mons. "Who needs a whining bitch when he can enjoy the company of an appreciative, red-blooded woman?"
"You're sweet Brad. I'm sorry I cooled you at the pool session yesterday, but I need a jealous wife like an extra thumb," she said, lowering her lush buttocks onto the bench beside him. "Every decent hunk of man I've met in my short life seems to be attached to some - female."
"Well this one is attached, but not for long. I'll show her she can't put horns on my head and get away with it," Brad muttered.
"Oh-ho!" exclaimed Velda slyly. "Caught her in the act, I assume?"
"Yeah. I guess six inches of cock down her throat qualifies as in the act. Jesus! She'd never even hold mine, let alone ... ahhh...."
"Suck it!" Velda finished his halting declaration.
Brad's eyes opened in amazement at her open use of such boldly vulgar language. While his eyes widened, his cock swelled. Such a raw, grossly erotic expression from such a sexpot was wildly exciting. Hell! Most women he'd known gave a wide berth to the base expressions of lust and sex.
"Ya say it like ya dig it," he exclaimed huskily.
"I suppose 'ladies' aren't supposed to 'dig' such things; are they Brad?" she rejoined. "Only the virile male?"
"No! Oh no!" Brad replied. "I didn't mean to put it down. It's just so refreshingly honest, that's all. But that doesn't answer my question. Do you dig that kind of down-and-at-it sex? Most females don't, or at least claim they don't."
Her left hand had unobtrusively arrived on his right thigh. She squeezed it and said, "Actions are so much better than words, Brad. Let's don't talk about it anymore. OK? Maybe we can explore the subject further down at the baths tonight. That is if your wife will let you off the leash that long." With that, she rose, rolled her hips lasciviously and walked out of the room toward the living quarters.
Brad's thigh trembled where her supple finger had rested. His cock was swelled to bunched hardness in his crotch and pulsed with surges of lust at the thought of an opportunity to taste the wild lustiness of such a fantastic body. He'd be goddamned sure to be at the baths tonight, wife or no.
Returning his empty dishes to the bin provided, he made his way to his cottage. Martha was sprawled out on the bed napping. Her legs were akimbo and parted. The creamy fullness of her ripe thighs made him. even hornier. She was a bitch, but a sexy one. As he slid down onto the bed beside her, she shifted her hips slightly, causing her thighs to spread even wider. In the juncture of her crotch, the soft tuft of her pubic thatch moved upward, then down again. "Ohhh Chuck ... yes ... more, more," she moaned in her sleep.
Something snapped in Brad's head. With a cry he thrust her off the bed with a powerful heave. "You nogood, lousy cunt! Havin' a fuckin' wet dream on my own goddamned bed! Dreamin' you're bein' fucked by that blond cocksucker you sucked off last night. I'll kill ya! By God ... I'll...." he roared, and leaped onto his wife's cringing form.
He straddled her and his hand whipped back and forth, savagely slapping her head. After a few screams and a half-dozen solid smacks, he rose up from his sobbing victim. His face was red from his cowardly exertion but the wicked smile on his face expressed his inner pleasure.
"Now, you two-faced loose-cunted bitch-kitty, just remember there's more where that came from the next time you decide to have one of your foul dream-fucks."
Martha didn't answer. Instead she crawled into the bathroom and locked the door. He heard water running and assumed correctly that she was attempting to repair the damage caused by his blows.
Brad felt his frustration and anger ebb out of his mind and body. The release provided by expelling his wrath on Martha flowed over him like the warmth of a summer evening. It made him drowsy and completely relaxed.
Also, it reminded him of Diane, his older sister. She too had been a real bitch. He chuckled bitterly to himself as he remembered. She had made his life hell until he reached his sixteenth birthday.
As far back as he could remember, Diane had been the favorite of both of his parents. Her outwardly sweet innocence, cute ways and impeccable behavior had made him appear like a monster in comparison. He, and he alone, knew how rotten she really was.
She lied, cheated, and stole. But she was clever beyond her years and always managed to escape detection. Invariably the blame for all her misdeeds landed either on Brad's shoulders or those of some hapless playmate.
Carefully, she nurtured the immaculate image of herself until their parents faith in her unswerving goodness was almost religious. Thus she gained control of Brad, and of her new friends. They soon learned to do her bidding to avoid her perpetrating some offense for which they would receive the blame. Even adults weren't safe from her wily mind.
Once when Brad's Uncle Sam and Aunt Milly were staying for a week's visit, Diane pleaded with Uncle Sam to take her with him when he and her father went fishing up on the lake. Uncle Sam gently refused, explaining that fishing trips were for men and boys only. Brad remembered Diane's face. It became set in that familiar expression he knew so well. Uncle Sam had made an enemy.
After they had returned, the family had finished dinner and was relaxing in the living room. Uncle Sam was sprawled out on the long chaise couch. Brad's parents and Aunt Milly were at the player piano singing and laughing. Brad had taken up a position on the floor next to his uncle.
He remembered how Diane, then only eighteen years old, had sweetly tripped into the room, and climbed up onto Sam's lap. Giggling, playfully, she'd straddled his thighs and faced him. "Play horse, Uncle Sam. Bounce me like a horse," she demanded.
"OK, you little honeybee, I'll give you a real lively ride on a bronco. Hang on!" Uncle Sam had declared in his booming voice. Brad's parents had looked around and laughed at the gleeful scene.
At first Brad had suspected nothing. Then, as the cavorting increased in joyous abandon, he was amazed to see Diane's nimble fingers loose the buttons of his uncle's fly, then disappear into the opening. Sam's face had frozen into a mask of disbelief as he stopped all motion. As he did so, Diane's fingers reappeared. Her small hand was clasping the thick shaft of Sam's cock. The red tip was still clear in Brad's mind.
Just at that moment Diane shrieked, leapt from his lap, clasped her crotch with one hand, and ran from the room crying as if she'd been raped. As the adults at the piano whirled to investigate the hubbub, the evidence was clearly visible. Sam's cock lay exposed, long and naked as it sprouted from his open fly. Diane's scream, combined with the grasp she had on her crotch, completed the scene. Only an idiot could have missed the picture.
Brad's dad had leapt on his brother and thrashed him with curses and merciless blows. Aunt Milly had run sobbing to the guest room. Within an hour they were gone. Brad had never seen them in his house again.
His mother had ran to his sister's room to calm her down from the supposedly terrifying experience. For a split-second Brad had considered telling his parents the truth but rejected the thought quickly. From long experience he knew they'd never believe Diane capable of such a cold and nasty act. Christ, they refused to believe she had the slightest fault. They most certainly wouldn't accept his story as anything but foul. Punishment would be swift, too. So he just kept his mouth shut and dreamed of the time when he could even the score with Diane.
Years later, after her eighteenth birthday, he was lazily clipping the roses in the garden by the summerhouse in the back yard when he heard Diane and her closest girlfriend, Lois, in a tense, low-voiced conference in the summerhouse. Curious, he had crawled closer under cover of the thick rose bushes and lilac. Lois was obviously angry and very upset.
"Diane, you're horrible, just plain horrible. In fact you're crazy. You know how I feel about Bucky. He's mine and you just better leave him alone. You know scads of boys who'd do anything to ... well, get in your pants. Bucky's mine, so you better forget it"
"You're really selfish, Lois. Who introduced you to Bucky? Me! All I want is one date with him. Like I told you, it's to win a bet with Shirley Funk. She bet me five dollars I couldn't get a date with Bucky. It's a matter of principle. I won't let her win. Besides, we could both use the money. Now, how about it? Be a sport. What possible harm could it do? One date at the movies isn't a big deal. I'll get you a date with my brother and well double. That way you'll be there all the time."
A long silence followed. Finally Lois gave in. "OK, Diane, OK. But remember, just this once. But you better keep your hands off of Bucky or I'll scratch your eyes out." Diane just giggled and they left the summerhouse.
So that Saturday night Brad had double-dated with his sister as planned. Lois was clearly unhappy at having an escort nearly two years younger than herself. Also, she had made sure Diane sat next to her in the movie. After the movie they had gone directly to Diane's house for refreshments as planned. The four of them had the house to themselves because Brad's folks were at a late party with the Masterons, who lived way across town.
Diane's face was set in that mischievous look Brad knew so well. "How about a game?" she asked.
Bucky answered that he was agreeable. He was a large, lanky guy for his age, not too bright, but built ruggedly. Diane's eyes had been scanning him from head to toe all evening. Brad noticed a new expression, too. Her eyes were bright and half-closed when she studied him. He didn't realize it at that particular moment, because sex was something he'd never connected with his sister. To Brad, she was simply a pain in the ass. The fact that she had large, meaty breasts, a small waist, and ripe buttocks just failed to register with him.
The game Diane chose was new to Brad. Diane called it Body Search. The player who was "it" had to attach a small band-aid to his or her body. One of the partners of the opposite sex had to locate the band-aid within five minutes. If they failed, the person with the band-aid could attach it to the loser's person where they pleased. AH of this was required to be performed in complete darkness. Diane volunteered to be first.
As the living room was plunged into blackness, Diane giggled and Brad could here her clothes rustle mysteriously. "OK! I'm all set. Now let's see who I want to search me. I know! My little brother."
Brad remembered his embarrassed hesitation as he realized that finding that band-aid would mean touching his sister's bare skin, almost certainly in a part of her he'd never even thought about until then. Bravely, he'd groped with nervous fingers over her face. At his fingertips grazed her lips, he was amazed at their soft fullness. As the seconds ticked by he ran out of non-private flesh and was forced to begin feeling the contours of her chest. Nervously his fingers roamed over the large swelling mounds of Diane's breasts. Beneath his sweaty palms he felt her nipples swell and pop out stiffly.
"Golly!" he exclaimed huskily. I'm sorry, Di."
"Oh bud, don't be silly. It feels wonderful. I can tell you're gonna be a good lover to some lucky girls. Here; maybe this will help," she giggled sexily, and Brad's hand was suddenly clasping her bare breast. The hot, soft globe burned his hand like a fresh coal from a fire but he didn't give up. Instead he squeezed the soft, meaty mound vigorously. His sister moaned softly and pressed his hand firmly against her breast. Ohhh ... my! Oh that's sooo...."
"Time!" chimed Bucky. "You can quit feelin' your sister's tits, Brad. Jesus! I got hot just listening. Didn't you, Lois?"
"Tits don't excite me, Bucky," Lois replied sarcastically. "Remember, I have a rather good set myself."
"Oh yeah. I guess so. In fact I know so. Just wait till it's my turn, Lois. You'll find out how a 'good' man feels."
I blushed. Then suddenly Diane's fingers were on my thigh. "Now, little brother, it's my turn to hide the band-aid on you. And remember, I can put it anywhere I choose." Brad felt her fingers grope onto his crotch. As she fumbled around he realized she was trying to open his fly. Jesus! She wouldn't dare-or would she? A trickle of sweat burst from his armpit and coursed down his side. He felt her slide the zipper on his pants. His cock trembled. Then her hot, supple fingers slid through the opening flap of his jockey shorts and closed tightly around the shaft of his cock.
"Mmm...." Diane murmured in his ear, "I always wondered how you were built, Brad. Ohhh ... it's swelling and getting hard, WOW! Gee, baby, I won't ever call you 'little brother' again. That's some prick for an eleven-year-old boy. Let's see how you like this."
Her fingers began to move slowly up and down in a rhythmic pumping action. His penis engorged to full erection and he gasped with surprise, amazement, and enjoyment. "Golly ... oh golly ... gee ... Sis ... that feels great. Ohhh ... Jesus!" He was savoring each deliberate stroke of her bold, grasping fingers. An electric-like shock burst from his scrotum as she increased the tempo of her up-and-down action. He knew he'd ejaculate in a few more strokes and began to move his pelvis in counter-rhythm to Diane's pumping hand. Just as he felt the surge of his gism prepare for eruption, she stopped and removed her hand. God! She wouldn't be that cruel. No! It wasn't possible. She'd begin again in a second. Ohhh God!
"OK, Lois!" Diane chuckled, "you find the band-aid. I give up."
"Come on, Diane," Bucky croaked excitedly, "I got another band-aid I've hidden. Find it!"
Lois had moved alongside Brad as Diane rolled over to Bucky's side. "Brad? Help me! I gotta find that band-aid on you fast. Where is it?" Her voice was low and kinda tense.
Brad grabbed her hand and placed it on his throbbing cock. "Here! And forget about that band-aid, just rub it. Hurry!"
As her hand touched his large, hard member, she gasped in astonishment. "Brad! Your ... prick! It's so ... oh golly. Mmmmm ... I must admit, it's nice and ... ohhh my but it's sooo hard. You poor boy! I'll help. I know what she did. Here; gimme your hand while I finish up what she started."
Her fingers were even better than Diane's as she clasped Brad's cock and began jacking him off with tantalizing, pumping strokes. As Brad felt the surges of lust return, her hand had led his own under her dress, between the round firmness of her smooth ripe thighs, and placed his palm on the small, rounded protuberance of her mons. "Wait!" she commanded, released his hand, arched her pelvis up sharply and pulled her panties downward. His fingers were suddenly engulfed in a springy, thick pelt of crisp pubic hair.
"Now! Put your fingers into me! Hurry, Brad. Can't you feel how hot and juicy I am down there? You do me while I do you. Come on! Do it!" Her voice was suddenly husky, low, and urgent with desire.
Brad pressed his middle finger upward through the damp, thick hair mat. It slid suddenly into the hot, juicy furrow of her outer cunt, covering his entire finger with warm, sticky cunt-honey. "Ohhh," she moaned softly as his fingertip slid deeper into the hot, sticky vortex of the burning hole between the thick flesh lips. He paused briefly to savor the slick, hot excitement of this amazing fleshpot. It was the first time for Brad. His senses were literally reeling with the waves of sensuality rolling over his entire body, particularly in his balls, cock, and guts.
"Ohh ... goddamn," he cried, "pump harder, Lois! Jack off ... jack off ... ahhh ... Jesus! Your twat is so ... oohhhh .. I'm gonna ram my finger into you so fuckin' deep ... OHHH!" Brad's hoarse cries rang out loudly.
He was past caring about Diane and Bucky or anyone else. His pelvis bucked, writhed, and leapt as Lois pumped faster and faster. Her fingers flew like flesh pistons as she jacked his bursting cock to the final surging peak of orgasm.
He came in a sharp eruption of hot gism. A series of spurts shot from the depths of his scrotum; one ... two ... then two large globs shot forth mightily as Brad's body arched upward like a released bow. "AAHHHGGG ... GOD!"
As the white heat of the bursting lights inside his head subsided, and his buttocks returned to the floor, Lois's fingers still glided gently up and down his trembling cock. "Oh Brad. baby, you came so much. My hands are covered with that hot sticky stuff. I love it! Ohhh yes ... it makes your dick all slick and lubricated so I can jerk you more smoothly. See? Isn't that groovy?"
As she cooed these vulgarities in his ear, Brad strained his ears to hear what Diane and Bucky were doing.
All he could hear was Wane's low, throaty moans of pleasure until suddenly Bucky's hoarse scream rent the air. "Suck! Ohhh suck, suck, suck ... YAAHHH ... I'm com-"
Diane's moans stopped suddenly, only to be replaced by loud gulping and swallowing sounds. Then Brad heard her dress rustle and wondered if the words he'd heard were literal, or just the wild mouthings of Bucky's fantasy as she had jacked him off to a wild ejaculation.
He'd heard of such base things, but like all such rumors, mostly exaggerated. Still, the. words had been very clear: "suck" was hard to mispronounce, even in the throes of orgasm.
His wonderings were interrupted suddenly by a blinding flash of light. Blinded momentarily, he sat frozen.
Diane's shriek pierced the stunned silence. "Split! It's my folks. The car's headlights always do that through the window when they come home."
Like scurrying rats they stumbled up and into the kitchen where the lights were on. Hurriedly, Diane grabbed a deck of cards from a drawer and dealt them all a hand. "Make like we're playing Old Maid. Brad! For Christ sake zip up your fly and put your thing back inside." Diane's voice had triggered him into reality and he had pushed his wet swollen member into his pants.
None too soon, either. His father and mother appeared in the kitchen door. "So! Caught you at last," his father said with a twinkle in his eyes. "We heard there was a hot poker game in progress somewhere in our neighborhood."
Bucky, Lois, and Brad just gulped with relief over the narrow escape. Diane was unperturbed.
"Oh, Daddy, we're just playing Old Maid. We're too young to play such a complicated game as poker. Besides, that's gambling. You know I can't stand gambling," she cooed innocently.
"Well, honey, I was only kidding," grinned her dad, "but now it's time for your company to go."
Later, as Brad had lain in bed drowsily reliving the delicious experiences of the evening, he heard his door open and close quietly.
"It's me, big brother," whispered Diane. "I'm still all hot and excited from Bucky." He felt her slip under the covers and snuggle close to him.
"Di! Jesus! Mom and Dad are just down the hall. Get outta here before they find us in bed together," he whispered urgently, shoving her away.
"Don't be silly, Brad. They're both too busy," replied Diane with a low, sultry snicker.
"Huh?"
"Oh, Brad, you're so dumb. Mom and Dad are fucking up a storm right this minute. Doesn't it make you sexy just thinkin' about it?"
He'd never actually thought about it. Somehow, like most kids, it had never occurred to him that his parents fucked. It seemed nasty just thinking about it. "You're really somethin' else, Di," he croaked angrily. "I never realized how much of a snot you were until tonight. God! If Mom and Dad only knew. Wow!"
Sliding back against him, Diane wiggled evilly. "Oh yes, that would be something, wouldn't it? But who would ever make them believe it? You?"
"I saw what you did to Uncle Sam that time. Boy, you sure got nerve," Brad said, curling up in a ball under the covers.
"I know, but you didn't say a word and I know why," Diane replied. "Nobody would have believed you because you're always in some kinda trouble, sweet. The trick is to pull things without getting caught. Now, are you going to be a good boy and finish what Bucky started, or do I leave and get even?"
"How?"
"I have my ways, dear brother. You really thought that flash of light was Mom and Dad comin' home, didn't you?" Her voice was rich with smugness and her fingers were invading the crevice formed by his thighs. At first he didn't remember, then the frightening moment was clear in Brad's mind.
"What's that got to do with gettin' even if I don't...?" His voice trailed off as her fingers touched the tip of his prick. His body tensed with erotic sensations, but his fear of his Dad's wrath blended with his growing desire to offset its enjoyment. If he and Diane were discovered like this, he, not she, would bear the brunt of its force. Knowing his father's fanatic morality, the result would be too horrible to contemplate. God, what a predicament. His cock was swelling to erect fullness under Diane's hungry finger manipulations, despite his fear. The soft roundness of her full breasts against his chest and the succulent feel of her thighs, and protruding mound pressing against his buttocks were causing his desire for her body to reach monumental proportions. At fifteen, his urges were rampant to begin with. To have such a succulent morsel offered, no, pushed at him, was beyond reasonable bounds of restraint As a last stubborn attempt at resistance he said, "I won't give in, Diane. I want to, but he'd kill me if he found out. Golly, have a heart and go away."
At first she didn't answer. All he could hear was her rapid breathing. Her firm, full breasts were moving in a slow rotary gyration against his back and her fingers were massaging the length of his rigid cock with faster, more urgent strokes. Suddenly he realized how aroused she was. Finally she said, "No way, brother dear. My pussy's just about to burst, I'm so funky and excited. AH I can think about is a stiff cock right now, and yours is just right. You do as I say or Dad will get a nice picture of Lois jacking off his sonny-boy." Her voice was low, husky and trembling with pent-up desire.
With a burst, Brad realized what the brilliant flash of light had been. The little bitch had stashed her camera in the living room prior to the band-aid game, deliberately planning to get damning evidence on one of them. Probably Lois, according to her original plan, but the early return of their parents had caused her to rush the plans. As fate would have it, and as was usual with Diane's fantastic luck, she'd managed to accomplish even more. She had the lever she wanted on Lois, plus Brad as a little bonus. He knew he was beaten. If shown the picture, no one would connect her with it. Her care fully built .reputation was impeccable. Also, he knew from experience that Diane never made idle threats. She'd do it.
With a moan of lust and resignation Brad clutched Diane's full breasts and sank his face into the moist meatiness of their succulent resilience. He might as well enjoy her offerings of flesh and be done with it.
As he kissed the bursting firmness of the soft undersides of her breasts she pressed them tightly to his roaming lips, guiding his mouth to the taut nipples. As his lips closed over one, she moaned her sensual pleasure. The grape-sized flesh baubles were hard, and throbbed to the touch of his warm mouth.
"Suck 'em," breathed Diane huskily, "suck 'em and lick them with your tongue. Make circles! Ohhh yes. Yes, yes ... ahhh." Her grasping fingers released his throbbing shaft, wormed downward over his swollen balls and cupped them. Gently at first, then with roughness born of surging desire, she squeezed, massaged, and gripped his swollen globes with fierce, hungry urgency.
Her other hand grasped his head and forced it downward away from the succulent tit-meat. Down, down his lips traveled. Over the trembling plain of her leaping stomach muscles, over the smooth, sweat moistened hillock of her soft creamy belly, finally to the thick, crisp forest of her pelt. His mouth was buried in the damp, moist thatch. Like a thick hair carpet, it lay in a crisp crown on her luscious pubic mound.
Wild erotic images burst in Brad's mind. He'd never dreamed he'd ever get near a real live cunt for many years and here, in his own bedroom, his mouth was on the very edge of a hot, squirming twat, his sister's at that. He lost all inhibitions at the thought and plunged his mouth downward.
His tongue roamed the turgid, hair-covered lips of Diane's swollen labia, licking, kissing, and nipping them all over. Suddenly, she opened her thighs wide.
His nostrils were assailed by the pungent, musky smell exuding from the glistening hot folds of her juicy young cunt. Stunned by the raw, sensual pungence, Brad paused, savoring the musky perfume. Suddenly he felt his head being rammed downward and his mouth, nose and chin were swallowed by throbbing, slick-hot walls of juicy cunt-meat.
"Suck me! Eat it! Ohhh ... tongue my clit ... Ohhh ... God!" Diane's husky, urgent voice commanded roughly. "Yes ... oh yes ... there, there ... no, no, deeper .. Ah! Right-on, dear. OOOHHH ... yes!" Her pelvis rolled, bucked and arched sharply, driving Brad's probing tongue deeper into the throbbing, juicy crevice of her cunt.
Simultaneously, her fingers pumped up and down frantically like a giant cunt on his bursting member. Then, as Brad's tongue rolled the hot succulent pip of flesh just above the convulsing orifice of her vagina, she tensed, jerked and cried out sharply: "I'm ... I'm ... OHHHH ... AAAGGG." With sharp, violent twitches of her body she climaxed thunderously and squeezed Brad's cock so hard he nearly fainted. He never felt the pain so much. It was his first experience at seeing a female in orgasm that made his senses reel. God! It was enough to make a guy come just watchin' a girl come!
As he held her close, she still twitched and groaned softly. Her post-orgasmic sensations lasted several full minutes. It made his cock throb and ache even more. She'd come before him and his balls ached painfully.
Finally, her moans and body twitches subsided. She rolled away, leaned up on one elbow and gazed at his erect phallus. It stood above his tense, flat stomach like an ivory tower.
Her eyes scanned its trembling length hungrily. "Oh, Brad. It's bigger and thicker than Bucky's. I'll bet you'd just love to have it ... sucked."
Numbly, Brad nodded. His entire genital area was aching and throbbing. He actually didn't hear her words, just that she was offering relief of some kind. Closing his eyes, he anticipated the return of her supple ringers around his steel-hard cock. Instead felt his cock being engulfed by a delicious wetness. Opening his eyes, he watched in astonished delight as his organ disappeared into the depths of Diane's mouth. He felt the bulging tip of his prick scrape the wet, soft walls of her throat and waves of lust coursed from his loins, up his scrotum, and rippled through his spine; Diane was sucking his cock. The rumors were true-deliciously, erotically, mind-burstingly true.
In rapt fascination, he watched her head bob up and down above his crotch. Her mouth glided up, down, up, down ... ohhh Jesus. The sensation was indescribable. He felt her tongue whip around the tip of his cock as she paused every other time on the upstroke of her suckling. With blinding expertise, her hot pink tonguetip flicked, licked, and darted around the thick rim of his pulsing glans, generating wave after wave of sensual electricity to pulse through his cock and scrotum. She must have loved it, too. Her mouth was full of prick but she moaned and grunted like a whore in heat. "Mmmm ... uuuh; ughhh ... yaahhh ... mm."
As his sensations began to peak, he reached down, clutched her thick black hair and guided her hand in increasingly rapid bobbing motions. As his boiling hot load of gism erupted from the depths of his scrotum, he lunged upward, driving his bursting organ deep into her throat. His gism geysered forth in sharp, hot spurts. He groaned, his body arched like a bow as his come gushed into her gulping mouth.
Collapsing, he fell back onto the wet sheets and she let his member slither from her mouth. The corners of her mouth were dripping with his semen. She licked it into her mouth and savored it. "Salty, but nice. Bucky's was too salty. Your is delicious, brother dear. Aw, don't look so horrified. Mother sucks daddy's cock almost every night. I know, I watch from the ledge out side their window. Would you believe it, they keep the lights on! Wow, has our daddy got a big prick! And, Mama! Brad, you should see her fuck. Jesus! She goes absolutely ape."
Brad was too amazed, satisfied, and generally dazed to even talk. Somehow Diane must have sensed that her brother had had it. After all, it had been quite an evening for a young buck virgin. "OK, sweet, you go to sleep. I'll leave now but don't forget. I have that picture-so from now on, what Diane wants from brother dear, she gets. Goodnight."
He heard the door close softly. Then just before he drowned in a heavy sleep he drowsily realized that with all of the sexual activity which had transpired that evening, he hadn't actually fucked. His cock was still a virgin.
Several evenings later he remembered and had the opportunity to rectify that situation. His parents had accepted an invitation to spend the weekend with friends in the mountains. Diane and Brad were left to their own devices with admonitions to "be good."
As they pulled out of the driveway, the first thought that leaped into Brad's mind was pussy-Diane's hot, juicy pussy.
Turning to her he said, "Di, how about it?"
"How about what?" she replied sulkily. She had wanted to accompany our parents but as happened on rare occasions, had been unsuccessful. That always put her in a foul mood.
"You know, let's have some fun. Who needs adults on some lousy picnic on some crummy mountain?" Brad replied placatingly. "Shit, we can have more fun with each other right here. Hey! You know that I'm still a virgin?"
His words seemed to soothe her somewhat, and his last statement made her giggle a little. "Virgin? After the other night? You're kidding, sweet. I sucked your cock till it nearly dropped off. Virgin, my ass!"
"I never had it into a pussy, Di," Brad explained. "You know. I've never really fucked a cunt."
Her eyes opened with realization. "By God, you're right." Then she shrugged. "I can't chance it, sweet. They say no girl can get a little bit pregnant, and, brother dear, with all that seething seed of yours, wow! I'd be preggie before you got halfway into my twat." How she managed to be so vulgar and coarse in her language with him and her friends, yet so angelic around adults, he'd never fathom. Also, he'd never known where she learned all the words.
"Aw, come on, Di. Don't be afraid," he pleaded. "Forget it, Brad," she snapped, "I'm the one who'd get pregnant, not you. Besides, I've got my period."
Brad remembered seeing her taking her little box of tampons into the bathroom that morning, so she wasn't lying anyway. Suddenly he remembered something about menstruation that he'd read in a book. A book on sex that he'd borrowed from Freddie Black, the high school stud. "Don't go anywhere, Di. I'll be right back," he cried, and ran up the stairs to his bedroom. In a minute he was back in the den, book in hand. "Hey, Diane! Look! It's OK if we fuck during your period. You can't get pregnant during your menstruation time. See for yourself."
Diane chuckled and said, "I know that, stupid. But it's so messy. You don't know how messy, sweets.
"I don't care," exclaimed Brad. "I got the prettiest, sexiest sister in the world. Who cares about a little blood?"
Diane was visibly flattered. "Well ... I don't know. Of course all this talk has made me horny...."
"Please, Di, please!" pleaded Brad, his organ already bulging under his pants.
Suddenly Diane's eyes closed slightly and a shrewd look appeared on her face. "What's it worth to you?"
"Aw God, Di. I don't know. You name it," croaked Brad, his voice thick with lust and anticipation.
"OK! Your allowance for a month!" she said firmly.
by God, even then she'd had the soul of a hooker. "Fine, fine, anything but let's get undressed," cried Brad ripping off his shirt.
"Hold it!" Diane said, "I got a better idea. Lois owes me plenty. How wouldja like a piece of that?"
Brad's mind was stunned at the possibility. Both Lois and his sister at once. Wow! "How would you make her do that?" he asked huskily, his hands still busy with his pants.
"Don't worry, she'll do it, but that'll mean your allowance for two months, sweets," she cooed.
Two months without a dime would be damned miserable, he thought, but a big surging hard-on wasn't exactly fun either. Jesus, what a predicament. Two nights ago Diane had practically raped him and now she was demanding his money for two whole months.
His desperation accomplished two things simultaneously. It triggered his mind to produce a masterstroke of cunning which would counter the hold Diane had with her picture of him and Lois, and solve his sexual problems for the near future. Greed was his sister's Achilles' heel. He was astonished that he hadn't thought of it before.
"OK! On one condition," he cried.
"What condition?" she asked cautiously.
"I'll give ya six months allowance, total, if you'll act like a lesbian with Lois and let me watch," he cried.
"What? You're nuts!" she cried. "Kissing another girl's pussy ... it makes me gag just thinkin' about it. No, I won't do it."
"OK, I'll up it and throw in my savings," Brad urged.
That made Diane stop and consider. She knew her brother had over one hundred dollars in his account. Combined with six months allowance, it represented nearly one-fifty. Christ, she'd kiss a pig's balls for that kind of dough, so why not a clean cunt? "OK. But don't expect Lois to like it. She's kinda cool when it comes to sex, anyway," Diane stated. "But she'll do it for me. She knows I can make her life real tough. I got that picture of her jacking you off. Wait here. I'll run over and get her. You make out a withdrawal slip while I'm gone and don't leave any of it in your account For this, I want the entire wad."
As he saw her walk across the street, Brad ran to her bedroom and found her camera. It was loaded and ready. Looking around the room, he saw the large, overstuffed chair near her dresser. Quickly he slipped the camera down between the cushion and side, then checked to make sure it didn't show. Good, he thought, now if all goes well I'll have two pieces of cunt and my freedom from Diane's tyranny and all my money, too.
Looking out the window he saw Lois and Diane coming from across the street. Diane was talking furiously, punctuating her words with fierce hand motions. Lois looked as if she would cheerfully have murdered Diane for a nickel. Nevertheless, she didn't turn back to her house. She was trapped and she knew it. Like Brad, Lois was fully aware that Diane was ruthless when crossed.
Brad leapt onto his sister's bed and lay trembling at the prospect of two hot young cunts which would soon be his to savor, suck and finally FUCK! The image created by the mere word made his cock swell beneath his pants.
Lois entered the room first, closely followed by the greedy Diane. Diane clutched a bottle in her right hand: it was their father's aged bourbon. Silently Brad rejoiced; he'd heard that liquor really loosened up a girl's inhibitions.
Lois was really a sexier-looking girl than Diane on a point-for-ooint basis. Her long black hair hung in glistening cascades down her supple back, nearly touching the full round swell of her lush buttocks. She was wearing a verv short micro-miniskirt and a velour blouse that molded to the contours of her large, firm tits. He knew she wore no bra. because the flesh globes moved heavily under the blue velour with a sexy, undulating, bobbing motion. Even the outline of her nipples was clearly defined, like ripe olives, under the soft material.
"Hi," she smiled and blushed slightly. She, like Brad, was remembering the band-aid game. Under the protective cloak of the darkness her fingers had unblushingly held and pumped his member with abandoned enjoyment. Now, in broad daylight, her inhibitions made her less willing. Nevertheless, her eyes did pause as they beheld the bulge in his crotch. Her blush deepened.
Diane brought three glasses from her bathroom. "Let's all get friendly with a little booze. Grass would be better, but unfortunately I used the last roach the other night after our little game." She poured about four fingers of the amber liquid in each glass. "Down the hatch, everybody," she commanded.
The fiery stuff burned all the way down, but also produced a warm glow in Brad's gut. Diane finished hers in one swallow. Lois managed hers in two. Then all three had another. By the third drink, Brad felt loose, warm, and very giddy. Diane's eyes had turned kinda hazy and her body movements had become wantonly lustful. Lois was really getting loosened up. She sat cross-legged at the end of the bed opposite Brad, exposing her pants and crotch blatantly to his hungry eyes. The micro-miniskirt was gathered in a bunch around her waist and the ripe firmness of her full round thighs made Brad's balls tingle in anticipation.
"Hey, Diane, this is really great," Lois giggled. "We got a young virgin stud all to ourselves. I wasn't too hot on the idea at first, but now I'm glad. Look at that thing of his, will ya? Golly, he's bigger than ole fucky Bucky. He don't know it but I remember how good ole Brad's dick felt the other night before we were so rudely interrupted. Wow! For only fifteen he's gotta cock like a young stallion, or haven't you noticed?"
"Now, Lois, Brad's my brother. How could you even have such nasty thoughts? I'll tell ya one thing though, he comes like Ole Faithful. Christ, it spurts out like a garden hose," Diane replied with a sexy leer. "Hey! Let's get his pants off. I gotta big urge to play with his cock."
Both young girls pounced on Brad and wrestled him around the bed. Finally, Lois leapt off the bed holding his bellbottoms triumphantly in her hand. "Wheeenow for those shorts," she shrieked drunkenly, and dove back onto Brad's wiggling body, still pinned to the bed by his sister. He felt Lois's finger slip into the elastic waistband of his jockey shorts and skin them off his legs. "Jesus," she exclaimed, "look at that thing. It's bigger than I imagined. Wow!" She lunged and enclosed Brad's erect phallus with her right hand and squeezed hungrily. "Outta sight! Really delicious, Diane."
His sister's eyes watched with a lustful gaze as Lois fondled Brad's swollen cock. "Hey, lookit that thing swell. Jesus, I'll bet it's gonna grow four inches ... here, lemme feel, Lois," Diane croaked in a low husky voice.
"Fuck off, Diane. I did all the work. You just wait your turn," Lois screamed in drunken wrath. "Now, I'll just slip out of these threads."
With a deft motion she pulled the velour blouse up over her head exposing two enormous, firm, round breasts which bobbed heavily as she cast the blouse to the floor. The large nipples popped out erect and hard. Brad saw Diane looking at Lois's breasts in a strange, intense way, almost hungrily. 'very unusual, thought Brad, but didn't linger on it. There was too much going on. Lois stood with legs in a wide stance. "Hey, Diane, help me with this skirt." Strangely, Diane complied meekly. She unzipped Lois's brief skirt and pulled it down over lush, full buttocks. Then with slow, painstaking care, she peeled Lois panties and pantyhose down also.
Brad hungrily stared at Lois's full, ripe body. It was the first time he'd seen her nude. The darkness had covered her lush curves and funky flesh on the evening she had fondled his penis.
As he had suspected, she was actually built better than his sister. Her firm round breasts protruded from her torso proudly and sensually. They rolled and jounced with a sexy, succulent sensuality when she moved. At the base of a rounded, soft expanse of smooth belly a large black pelt of crisp pubic hair crowned a soft swell of luscious mons veneris. Raven black and curly, it formed a mysterious yet delicious thatch cover for two firm well-formed cunt-lips which were barely visible beneath. The black thatch disappeared in a point between the ripe fullness of her lush thighs. As she moved toward the bed her belly and mons undulated with maddening promise. As she climbed onto the bed his intense gaze saw the twat-lips part for a moment, exposing the wine-red slit of her inner vulva. The glimpse of raw cunt made his cock quiver to full erection.
Before he knew it, she was astraddle his waist. Planting both hands on either side of his head, she hovered above Brad's supine, quivering frame. Her long black hair hung down onto his face. Her blue eyes bored into his with sparkling lust. "Lick my boobs, Brad. Lick 'em all over, especially my nipples. I just love my nipples to be sucked," Lois whispered huskily.
Brad trembled, reluctant to shift his gaze from the hair-ringed cunt which gaped wide just four inches above the bulging red tip of his throbbing cock. But as he did so, the full meatiness of her tits swinging loosely above his face served as an alternate reward. Full, ripe, and soft, they made his mouth water. Clutching the left one with his left hand, he guided it to his mouth. As the soft, resilient flesh covered his face, he squeezed. Jesus, he thought, the feel of such succulence was overwhelming. His mouth closed eagerly over the grape-sized nipple and he sucked gently. Like his cock, it swelled, grew hard, and pulsed faintly.
Rolling his tongue slowly around the taut flesh pip, he felt her tremble and sigh with pleasure. "Ohhh ... Jesus, yes ... yes ... good ... mmm."
The verbal response excited him even further. Vigorously, he mouthed, tongue-flicked, and squeezed the flesh spheres. His right hand groped up and squeezed the other one and kneaded its resilient succulence hungrily. As he continued, her breathing grew heavy and her sighs of delight, doubled. "Ohhh ... Jesus, Diane; does he know how to massage tits ... ohhhh...."
As she spoke her delight, Brad felt something warm and sticky close over the head of his steel-hard cock. Unable to see and suckle her tits at the same time, he released her tit from his right hand and groped down to his crotch. Tracing two fingers up his throbbing shaft to discern what entrapped his cockhead, he felt the outline of two swollen lips ringed with crisp hair. Exploring further, his fingers were suddenly sliding between the hot, juicy walls of her gaping labia. His shaft was partially into the vortex of a slick, hot orifice, much like a drooling hot mouth. She had lowered her cunt downward onto his steel-hard cock and captured just the pulsing head with her vagina. His cock was finally in the folds of a real cunt. Arching upward with a powerful thrust, he drove the rest of his shaft into the hot depths of that juicy cunt.
As it was enveloped to the hilt, she moaned with guttural delight and thrust downward with a savage lunge of her pelvis, driving him even deeper into her cunt
"All of it ... I want all of it, baby. There! Ohhh ... Ohhh ... God, but that's ... wow! Fuck! Fuck me, Brad ... now, now, now!"
As she groaned these sensual exclamations, Brad felt her butt-cheeks roll and bounce against his thighs, pulling and pumping his surging cock up, down, around and up again inside of the canal of her hot, juicy cunthole. Her ass-cheeks slapped and pounded his belly and thighs with vigorous pistol-like smacks. In her straddled posture she was bouncing up and down, then rotating her pelvis in large circular grinds, then thrusting her swollen mons backward and forward to fuck his cock in quick, urgent strokes. His eyes gazed in dazed amazement and pleasure at the juncture of her crotch and his own. His shaft was swallowed and expelled in and out of the wine-red orifice of her vagina with rhythmic, violently erotic movements. It glistened with the hot sticky juice from her writhing cunt.
Clutching her lush, pounding butt-cheeks with frantic fingers, he pulled her down and up against his cock while thrusting savagely upward to meet her downstrokes. As her cunt-walls began to ripple in progressively tighter contractions, he felt his scrotum tighten, then go loose as surges of hot sensual waves of pleasure coursed up his spine, into his guts, and finally his brain.
"Cunt! Fuck! Fuck my hard cock with that hot cunt ... ohhh ... I'm ... OHHHH ... I'm ... AAHHHGGG!!" His scream mingled with her moans as they both released their bodies to the tidal waves of orgasmic delight.
He arched sharply and the thick, hot seed from his balls shot into her dilating cunt cavern like a rapid-fire geyser. "All of it, Brad! All ... OHH MY GOD ... YESSS!!" she cried, then collapsed onto his chest, her pelvis still thrusting and jerking.
As Lois and Brad lay gasping from the fury of their mutual orgasm, Diane lay alongside. Her eyes were glazed with desire and lust. Being a spectator to such wild fucking was nearly too much for her to stand without participating. She was wet and hot in her crotch and needed relief immediately. Her fingers slid in and out of her sopping hole slowly and sensually.
"Hey! Hey, goddammit, don't think you're all through, Brad baby. Remember me? I'm Diane. The one you were gonna fuck even with her period. And, honey, I'm ready! After watchin' miss fat-ass get hers I'm nearly outta my mind. My cunt's so wet I can't tell what's blood and what's cunt-juice. C'mon! Get your cock outta Lois's twat and put it where I can get a few strokes."
Brad rolled Lois off his chest and sat up on the edge of the bed. "Don't worry, Di, I haven't forgotten but I gotta have a few minutes to recover. I don't have a cunt-hole that's ready all the time. Besides, you could fulfill that part of our bargain while I get recovered."
Diane looked blank for a moment, then her mouth curled in disgust "You gotta be kiddin'! You just covered her pussy with your come. I'll do it another time."
"No," growled Brad, "you'll do it now or no dough. Since when did my gism make you sick? You swallowed gobs of it the other night."
Reluctantly Diane crawled over to the still limp and panting body of her best girlfriend. Lois was still dazed and bewildered from the gigantic orgasm Brad had given her. Thus, when Diane rolled her onto her back, parted her trembling thighs, and lowered her head between them, she didn't object
"Eat her good, Di!" Brad said sternly. "None of that fake crap. Make her come with your tongue like a real lesbian."
Diane didn't raise her head to answer, she was too engrossed. As she burrowed deeper into the widespread thighs and crotch, Brad leapt to the dressing screen, darted behind it and focused the camera he had planted there while Diane had fetched Lois from her house. Aiming carefully, he shot three pictures at different exposures, just to make sure at least one would come out clearly. Each shot showed his sister's swollen, lust-filled features and tongue eating the glistening wine-red depths of Lois's throbbing widespread vulva. Diane didn't seem to hear the clicks of his camera; she was actually getting into her lesbian role with vigor and enthusiasm.
Stashing the camera in the clothes hamper by the dressing screen, Brad slipped from its confines and watched his sister gobble Lois's writhing crotch. The two sweating females had wiggled around so that Lois's body was diagonally planted on the bed. Diane was in a kneeling position, her lush, ripe ass high in the air and her head buried in the writhing crotch of her moaning girlfriend.
Just watching, Brad's cock swelled to full erection again. Diane's buttocks swayed, bobbed, and rolled before his eyes as she sucked the writhing cunt of her friend. As he watched, Brad's lust mounted. The gaping cunt between his sister's butt-cheeks opened, closed, and moved with sensual, erotic motions and begged for a hard prick.
Leaping forward, he grabbed Diane's rolling buttcheeks, parted them wide, and guided the bulging tip of his cock into the hot crimson orifice of her twat. The tip slid into the hot, bloody cunt channel with ease. He lunged and drove his cock deep, deep into the convulsing hot cavern.
"Ahhh...." he groaned hoarsely, then commenced long driving thrusts into his sister's cunt.
"Mmm ... uuhhggg." She grunted her pleasure and pressed backward against his pummeling thrusts.
Brad had closed his eyes upon entering her, but now he opened them and studied the raw lustful coupling of his cock whipping in and out of-the meaty butt-cheeks and crimson hot cunt of his sister. Above the juncture of his cock and her glistening cunt the opening of her anus bobbed with each thrust and motion. It was slightly dilated, but closed with each ramming thrust of his cock into Diane's cunt.
As his body and cock began to feel the raw surges of fuck-lust a wild, unthinkable thought burst into his frenzied brain. Yes! He'd do it, by God. Why not? He had the goods on her now, so he could do whatever he liked with her.
But he would wait a few more seconds. Lois was moaning loudly now, and Diane's tongue was whipping the turgid, slick bud of Lois's clitoris like a thrashing machine. Di wasn't just obliging him with his part of their pact; she was loving it. She was eating pussy like it was better than cock!
When he perceived that Lois and Diane were both nearing the bursting dam of orgasm, Brad clutched Diane's bobbing butt-cheeks, spread them apart savagely, withdrew his pumping cock from her cunt, positioned the pulsing tip at the entrance of her anus, then rammed it hard into the rosette of brown.
"YEOWWW!" Diane shrieked, and raised her head out of Lois' crotch.
"You silly bastard! Stop! No! OHHH GOD NOOO!" Her screams were useless. Brad had her locked firmly and his cock bored deeper and deeper into the tight resisting channel of her anus. Finally, he had the entire length of his shaft buried in her.
Strangely, then, Diane relaxed her sphincter muscles and he began ass-fucking her with slow, deep strokes. It was like a very tight cunt and made lust surge through his loins like a raging fever. Faster and faster he thrust. With each thrust, he felt her resist less. Finally, to his surprise, she began moving in fuck-motions with him.
"Jesus, Brad, it's good ... ohhh yes, yes ... harder, harder, OHHH YESS!" she moaned, then buried her mouth back into Lois's heaving vulva and commenced sucking with renewed vigor. As Brad plunged, withdrew, then thrust deeper and more viciously into Diane's anal canal, he saw her reach into her own slit and masturbate her clitoris in rhythm to his pistoning cock thrusts.
Suddenly Lois snapped her head to the side, clenched her fists, arched her back, and uttered a shrill piercing scream of orgasmic pleasure. As if triggered by Lois's catapult into orgasm, Diane's sphincter muscles rippled like a boa constrictor gone mad, and the walls of her asshole milked Brad's slithering pounding cock like willful fingers, then clamped tightly around the bursting shaft like a flesh vise as she jerked, twisted, and writhed into orgasmic apogee.
Brad's gism literally spurted into her asshole as he grunted his unleashed satisfaction. "Take that! AHHH ... God ... Fuck! Ass-fuck! Cunt! Gotcha! Take it ALLL ... AAGGHHH!!"
And she did. When his cock finally went limp enough to withdraw from the semen-soaked cavern of her anus and butt-cheeks, not one drop of gism oozed from the tip. She'd milked him dry.
Several days later, when Diane demanded the cash as per agreement, he was ready. "Take a good look, Di, baby," he grinned evilly, and flipped out one of many prints he'd made of the pictures he'd developed. All had come out clearly and showed Diane's tongue lasciviously gouging the inner furrow of Lois's vulva.
Diane's face had turned chalk white. Her eyes went wide with incredulous disbelief. "When ... how ... OH GOD!" As the realization of the photo and its endless ramifications slowly crept into her dazed brain, she grabbed Brad's hands in pleading supplication. "Anything, Brad, I'll give you anything for the negative and all the prints. Just name it. You wouldn't be so cruel, would you? I got you my best friend to fuck. I fucked you myself. I'll fuck you, suck you ... OHHH anything," she pleaded.
Brad had just leered at her triumphantly and said, "You bet you sweet ass you will, sister dear. At last I hold the whip. So does Lois. I gave her a copy this morning. Now we'll see how you like being the little slave. Shit! Just one little peek at this and Dad would toss your ass into a convent, then forget the name of it. Yeah! You'll fuck me, suck me or anything else I want, ole cunt." And so she had until she'd married and moved away. At the wedding Brad had drawn her aside.
"You may be married, Di, but just remember, when I want your ass you better manage. I don't think your new hubby would like to stay married to a cunt that eats cunt. Dig?"
She had simply looked at him with hate-filled eyes and nodded. He knew he could fuck her anytime he wanted, married or not.
Glancing around the room, Brad came out of his long reverie about his sister. It was dark. He realized he had been daydreaming for longer then he planned. The image of Velda leaped into his mind. He'd told her he would meet her at the baths by the cliff at dusk. Leaping up, he switched on the lights and looked at his watch. Christ! It was nearly seven-thirty. She'd think he'd stood her up.
Ripping the door open, he ran down the path to the cliffs, undoing his shirt as he ran. As he burst into the bath space he heard voices in the huge communal bath crock. It was so close to dark he just barely managed to discern Velda. Even in the darkness she stood out. She was at one end of the ten-foot bath shell sitting half-submerged in the hot mineral waters. At the opposite side he saw Janet, Chuck, and Raoul. Well, at least Martha wasn't there, he chuckled to himself. As for the other three, he didn't give a shit. They wouldn't bother him, particularly that fat-assed slut named Janet. He was sure he'd scared her last night.
Strolling to where Velda sat half-submerged he said, "Hiya, gorgeous. Sorry I'm late."
As she snapped her head up and recognized him he realized she was pissed. "Well, well," she purred, "if it isn't loverboy. Where the hell have you been? I've been soaking in this goddamned pressure cooker for almost an hour now. Shall we say my passions have been somewhat diluted?"
Undaunted, Brad slipped out of his clothes and lowered himself into the warm water beside her. "Aw, don't be bitchy, honey. I said I was sorry. I just took a nap and overslept a little," he pleaded.
"Look, my proud cocksman, when I make a date, nobody keeps me waiting. I got better things to do than soak like a prune till some horny stud finally remembers me and thinks a quick apology will fix things up."
Her voice and manner hadn't been noticeably softened by his apology. Another no-good bitch who thought her cunt was -lined with gold, thought Brad angrily. He'd teach her, by God. She'd flirted with him, implied her desire for a good fuck, and by damn he wasn't going to be cheated. Her full round thigh against his own was exciting. He put his left arm around her shoulders and slid his right hand between her firm thighs.
"Look, I said I was sorry. Why make a federal case out of it? You're the most sexy, exotic broad in the entire joint and you know it. At lunch you wiggled that luscious ass in my face, shoved those delicious tits at me; now don't try and freak out 'cause I was a little late." His fingers between her thighs groped upward, trying to reach the rich, thick pelt of pubic hair he'd drooled over at the pool-sessions. She clamped her legs tightly making further progress impossible.
"OK, Brad, you're right. I did just as you said, but now I'm outta the mood, so why don't we just cool it until tomorrow? I'll be more receptive then," she replied, and tried to remove his hand from her thigh. Unfortunately, her hand brushed Brad's erect cock in the process. It grew to full erection at her accidental touch.
"You no-good prickteaser," he growled, "you get me all hot then expect me to slink away like a good little boy. Fuck you, baby. You made a date to fuck and fuck you will." His left hand closed on the ripe meaty resilience of her breast viciously.
"Ouch," she cried in a low whisper, "you're hurting me, you big ape. Knock it off!"
In a low, menacing whisper he said, "Just relax, baby. No more noise or I'll rip that luscious tit off and cram it down your throat. If you don't believe me, try it."
With a twist, Velda attempted to free herself. She stopped quickly as his strong fingers closed like steel talons on her breast. Pain shot through her breast and she moaned softly, now too frightened to scream. The guy was nuts. "OK! OK! Now what?" she croaked, the pain still twitching through her chest
"That's better," he said. "Since we got company well have to be quiet. Just lift up and sit back down on my prick. I'll do the rest"
Rising carefully out of the warm water, she lowered her spread buttocks downward. His cockhead entered her cunt easily as she sat down. It felt thick, hard, and strong as it slid deep into her sheath.
"Ahhh," he sighed softly, "just like I imagined it-hot and juicy." He savored the hot trembling depths of her reluctant vagina for a few moments, then grabbed each of her lush butt-cheeks. With powerful motions he bounced her up and down on his cock. Slowly at first then with faster, more urgent strokes.
She could feel the throb of his impassioned organ swell and grow steel-hard. Under normal circumstances she would have loved it welcomed it. But she was being forced-raped, actually; therefore it was repugnant to her. His hands were both buried deep in the soft flesh of her buttocks. Her feet were planted apart All she had to do was leap up and throw herself forward and she'd be free. With a frantic motion, she executed the move and fell forward into the three people six yards across the pool.
As she came up sputtering from beneath the water she was sobbing with anger and fear.
Janet noticed immediately. "Honey, honey, what's wrong? Is that big bastard ...?"
"He forced me," sobbed Velda clinging to Janet's neck, "the sonofabitch forced me."
"Chuck! Raoul! You gonna do somethin' or do we just let that cocky bastard get away with it? He beat the crap outta Martha, ya know," Janet cried.
I was stunned by the sudden crash of events but remembered how delicious Martha's sweet cunt had tasted. "Raoul," I growled, "let's get that cowardly cocksucker." As one man we leaped across the pool and got him by the legs just as he was scrambling out of the pool. I locked his head with a hammerlock. "Go on, move it. I'll snap your fuckin' neck like a twig." He couldn't speak, so he just went limp and flopped onto the deck.
Holding him firmly in the neck lock I growled, "What do we do to 'im, Janet?"
I heard her thick body emerge from the pool and the slap of her feet as she came around to where I had Brad pinned. Raoul's hoarse breathing was also audible. Even in the dark I could see his eyes glitter. Then I remembered: Raoul was gay. The sight of Brad's naked buttocks was turning him on. Janet must have thought of the same thing.
"One rape deserves another. Can you hold him, Chuck?" She chuckled evilly.
"Till the cows come home, unless he wants a broken neck," I answered firmly.
"Well now, that's interesting, isn't it, Raoul? We can find out what such a lowlife values more-his asshole or neck," cackled Janet. Turning to Velda she said, "Don't plead for 'im, deary, it won't do any good. This piece of cow dung has been beating his wife and everybody else who was weaker than him for years. Now he's gonna get his! Raoul!"
Like a hound released from the choke chain, Raoul planted himself astraddle Brad's thighs, parted his tensed butt-cheeks and exposed the tight, puckered anus of his victim. His enormous cock stood forth from the thick mat of his pubic bush like a lance. '"It would be better for you to relax, ole cock, but it makes no difference to me," he cooed at Brad in a tight, mocking voice.
Brad writhed under my hold. I simply tightened the lock and twisted his neck a fraction. He stopped. Nobody breaks a good neck lock except a professional wrestler. A professional wife beater hasn't got a prayer.
Raoul just chuckled, leaned forward, placed his throbbing cockhead on the entrance of Brad's anus, and leaned downward with a powerful lunge. I felt Brad shudder with pain and humiliation as Raoul's shaft sank deep into his asshole. Janet was breathing hoarsely as she savored the obscene rape. I could almost feel the heat of her passion as Raoul plunged in and out of Brad's widespread buttocks. She was one tough twat.
Even Brad's victim was vicariously aroused. I saw her hand slip to her crotch and fondle her cunt. Not deliberately, but involuntarily.
Raoul's shaft flashed in and out of Brad's anus like a rapier. He was grunting and groaning passionately. Finally, with a savage thrust, he rammed deep, shuddered, and spent his gism into the tight depths of his victim's asshole.
He shuddered violently a few times, then withdrew his semen-covered cock from the tortured hole. I released my hold at the same time. Brad just lay there for a moment, sobbing with shame and humiliation. Then he slowly got to his feet, picked up his clothes and stumbled blindly up the path toward the central part of the Zodiac encampment
"That should teach the bastard to use his muscles on an unwilling pussy," grunted Janet
"I feel sorry for him," said Velda contritely. "It's much more degrading for a man."
"What?" I asked.
"Rape," she said softly. "I should try to make amends. In a way it was my fault."
She never got the chance. Brad and Martha were gone the next morning. I know because I checked out soon after. I'd helped humiliate another man, and I was ashamed. Bastard or not, he was another victim of female bitchery and I had been an accomplice. Well, maybe some day I'd be able to make amends, but right now I needed the clean fresh environment of my next planned stop in my sexual odyssey-Phoenix, Arizona, where the sun was hot and the women willing. At least I hoped they would be.
CHAPTER SEVEN
I crossed the California border at Blythe and sped on across the seemingly endless desert toward Phoenix. It was June and it was hot. The skies were that crystal clear blue found only in Arizona and New Mexico, there was no smog at all, and the air was clean, clean, clean. No wonder, I thought, heat was the ultimate in cleansers and Arizona heat was legend. Phoenix lay precisely in the center of an arid valley. Valley of the Sun, the Indians had called it, and very aptly.
I made the turnoff from the main highway some twenty miles out of Phoenix proper. It bypassed the city and landed the motoring tourist in an exclusive suburb of Phoenix called Scottsdale. Actually very few people go to Phoenix itself, except on business. Scottsdale is the place for tourists, with its sun, golf courses, and some of the finest restaurants and hotels in the USA. It was small, too. When I'd passed through some years back I'd been very impressed with the absence of that "city" feeling. It was the Mecca for thousands of wealthy eastern tourists each year, especially during the winter. I hoped that June would find all of these types long gone.
As dusk settled, I finally pulled into the quaint western village. Stopping at the nearest service station I asked about a place to stay. The attendant's face surveyed me expertly. "Pleasure or business, mister?"
"Pleasure," I grinned.
His face split into a knowing grin. "Try the Safari, two blocks down."
I paid for my gas and drove into the Safari Motor Hotel. An attendant in levis and boots directed me to the lobby and parked my station wagon. As I strode into the lobby the cool air from the efficient air-conditioning enveloped me like a refreshing shower. I hadn't realized how hot it had been outside.
The desk clerk grinned at my expression. "You'll get used to it. You're in luck, it's only 102 degrees today. What'll it be?"
I smiled back at his open friendliness. "A double," I chuckled, "double bed that is. Then I want a double scotch. Christ, but it's hot out there."
"Sorry, sir, with no reservation all I have is a large room with two twins," he smiled ruefully.
"Still tourist season, eh?" I replied.
"No," he grinned, "we shut down part of the hotel after May 5th to conserve on electricity. You know, the extra air-conditioning."
"Oh. 'very shrewd. Well, that'll be fine," I said. "Say, if it isn't the season, I suppose there's very little action in town."
He looked at me sharply trying to decide how far he could go in the way of a frank answer. My leering grin helped him decide. "A guy with your ... ahhh ... equipment will have no problem, sir. You'd be surprised at the number of unattached ladies who still linger here after their men go on back East"
"Well, now," I sighed, "that sounds very encouraging. Thanks."
"Don't mention it sir. A happy guest is a repeat guest," he chuckled with a slight leer.
The room was spacious, plush and very modern. I'd never seen a better layout. I showered, shaved, and donned sports clothes-a light shirt and slacks. The clerk had informed me that only idiots and easterners wore ties out here.
I found my way to the plush, cool cavern they called a bar and had a double scotch on the rocks. As I ordered another I glanced around casually to survey the small crowd who sat imbibing their before-dinner libations. Several middle-aged business types sat huddled over drinks and chatted. At the far end of the bar a statuesque blonde sipped a tall glass of something. Probably a hooker trying to capture a few more Johns before catching a plane back to L.A. for the summer. She gave me the proper come-on which I ignored. There were a couple more females scattered about the cool darkness, but none were worth more than a casual glance.
A good scotch always gives me an appetite and this one had made me ravenous. I paid the bartender and flipped him a buck tip. "Thanks for the Chivas, buddy. Keep it up the next few days and you could get rich," I quipped. He chuckled and gave me a knowing wave. I didn't have to worry about lousy bar scotch from him for the balance of my stay.
Entering the small dining room antechamber I paused to survey the growing crowd of diners lazily ingesting steak and lobster, the house specialty. My gaze finally came to rest on a lone female in a large booth at the far corner of the dimly lit room. Even in the bad light she was gorgeous, and her long straight hair hung in a mantle of shimmering gold over her soft rounded shoulders. I knew by the center-part style that she was in her teens-around seventeen. It struck me as odd that she was occupying a large booth. Most good hotel matre d's are very careful to keep the large ones for two to four people.
As I was still contemplating this minor oddity, my nostrils were assailed by a musky scent and a low rich voice murmured, "Pardon me." Large, warm brown eyes locked with mine. She was a knockout.
"My pleasure," I stated, and meant it. She nodded, swivel-hipped by me as I stepped aside, and walked into the dining room. Walked wasn't the proper term for the way she moved. As it switched off, the quiet buzz of conversation died. The lady had impact with a capital I.
Her hip motions incorporated the combined sensuality of Cleopatra, Jezebel, and every high-class stripper who'd ever trod the boards. They moved with slow, calculated undulations beneath the gossamer silver lame gown. As each full, firm butt-cheek fell and then bunched it seemed to say: "Many a cock has entered betwixt, been ingested, milked dry, and expelled-satiated with unbelievable delight."
To my surprise she joined the gorgeous young blonde in the large booth. As they sat side by side it finally dawned on me-they were mother and daughter. Ordinarily, I'd never have believed that such a stunning, funky woman could be the mother of a girl in her mid-teens. Two sexpots-one young and blonde, the other brunette and in her mid-forties. I made a decision.
"Captain," I said and motioned to the maitre d'. All smiles, he glided over.
"Sir, may I seat you for dinner?" he breathed hopefully.
"That depends," I said. "Depends, sir? On what?"
Pressing a twenty-dollar bill into his soft hand I said, "My appetite depends on that table in the corner. If it's not available, my hunger will disappear like smoke. So will the twenty. Dig?"
He smirked like a coy schoolgirl who really was the town hooker and said, "For a delicate appetite like yours, sir, any table you desire is open. Follow me, please." With twenty dollars' worth of pomp and majesty he escorted me to the table directly adjacent, and slightly in front of the funky lady and her ripe young daughter. As he finished his seating flourishes I motioned him to let me whisper in his ear. "Pick out your best champagne, ice it, and deliver it to the ladies' table."
"'very good, sir. Will Mumms 1939 be all right?"
"Yes. Now, do you have a pencil and piece of paper?"
He whipped both out from the inside pocket of his jacket. Quickly I jotted down a short note and folded it tightly. "Give this to the head cunt at that table. Remember, now, give it to her, not the younger one."
"As you wish, sir," he answered in a conspiratorial whisper, then glided away.
The message had been brief and direct, "Let's fuck ... your room or mine?" The worst I could get was slap in the chops and the loss of twenty bucks, and I figured I had gotten at least that much pleasure from watching those unbelievable hips grind against each other as she had walked away from me in the anteroom.
I ordered a drink and waited. Finally, the maitre d' swept up to their table with a great flourish and presented the champagne. It must have been a good bottle because it had taken him over ten minutes to deliver it. And he was shrewd because he poured a small amount into her glass, waited until she sipped it, then handed her the note as her beautiful eyebrows arched in astonished appreciation at the bouquet of the wine.
Holding the wineglass in her left hand, she opened the note with her right. I watched closely for her reaction. She was cool, really cool. Not a glimmer of shock, disgust, or any other negative expression showed on her gorgeous visage, just a small enigmatic smile.
As she slipped the note into her small clutch bag beside her, she took another sip of wine. Then, as if savoring it, she ran her tongue slowly around the perimeter of her full, sensuous lips. My cock hardened as the pink tip of her tongue rolled around the second time, imagining it was my cockhead she was caressing. Slowly and deliberately she faced me and our eyes locked. Her soft luminous orbs bored boldly into my own, then scanned my frame, inch by inch.
To my delight, she inclined her head in my direction in a gesture of invitation. I was in front of her table like magic. "I hope you didn't think me too bold-about the wine, I mean."
Her sensuous mouth opened into a full seductive smile, exposing a double row of perfect white teeth. "Not at all. It's delicious. Now, won't you join us? This is my daughter, Carol, Mr.-"
"Norman," I replied. "Charles Norman. Hello, Carol."
"Hi," Carol said as she looked straight into my eyes. She was nearly as bold as mama. Teenagers normally get embarrassed in the presence of an adult situation, especially a male-female one.
"Good, Charles," mama said, her low husky voice exuding mature, full-bodied sexuality. "My name is Elizabeth Mann, but I'm sure you won't mind shortening it to Liz. In fact, I'm sure nothing daunts you."
I grinned at the sly allusion to my nerve. "'very little, Liz, very little. But a beautiful woman does become an immediate challenge."
"Ah, yes," she chuckled, "the male ego. Something quite familiar to me. Every female causes it to rise up and charge."
"A very interesting way of expressing it," I rejoined. "In fact, remarkably accurate in that it also covers a certain physical phenomenon."
Her breathing was faster now, as evidenced by the increase in the tempo at which her full breasts rose and fell as they billowed from the low-cut neckline of her gown. I was pleased by the effect and sat down between mother and daughter. I was barely settled when I felt the warm pressure of Liz's full round thigh against mine. My cock responded by swelling to full erection. I wondered if Carol would notice her mother's move. Apparently she didn't, because she continued eating her salad.
"Well, here we are," declared Liz. "Now that I've captured you, darling, I'll let you in on some news. You obviously don't recognize me or I'm sure you would never have joined us."
"Why not?" I replied as I poured some champagne into a glass. "I thought I made myself perfectly clear both verbally and otherwise."
"You mean your little note?" smiled Liz. "I was delighted. I like the straightforward approach; it's honest. That's always refreshing. No, I just want you to know who you're attempting to score with, darling. I'm Elizabeth Mann. I authored a rather militantly slanted book on Women's Lib. Fortunately, it caught on rather well and has made me financially independent. My poor husband couldn't stand the resulting publicity and limelight it placed me under."
"So what? He should have written a book, too, if it bothered him," I replied.
"I suppose that's what you would have done?" she inquired teasingly.
"Either that, or enjoyed the reflected glow of your success," I answered.
Wryly she nodded. "Well, my poor male pussycat simply lost his capacity to get it up. We were divorced a month later."
"You look devastated," I replied sarcastically.
"Crushed, doll, simply crushed," she grinned. Then seriously, "The only thing I regret is Carol's fanatic devotion to my work. I attribute it to her father's weakness as a male."
For the first time Carol spoke. "He wasn't worse than any other male, Mother," she said. Contempt literally dripped from her tone of voice. "As you pointed out many times, the male of the species is emotionally inadequate, sexually weak, and mentally deficient Muscle! It's the only strong thing about 'em, and even that's going to flab among eighty percent of the crop."
As I felt my temper begin to rise, Liz looked past me at her luscious teenager with a frustrated expression. "Carol, you're too extreme. I'm for equal rights for women. You ... well you're interpreting the idea as a revolution with women emerging as some kind of super-Amazon."
"Why not?" Carol replied wryly. "We'd all be better off."
My presence didn't seem to daunt her at all. Most kids would have at least had the couth to confine their thoughts in such a situation. I was really getting sore. I felt like belting the little twat right in her pretty chops, but I didn't want to foul up a good fuck with mama. Even so, I wasn't about to accept such lip meekly.
"Some young man is going to get a real bitch-kitty when he marries you, sweetie," I retorted.
"I do not intend to marry. The entire idea is repugnant," she snapped. Her blue eyes met mine and I saw she really was uptight on that subject.
"Well, like it or not, doll," I leered, "one of these days your hormones are going to get ripe and sex will rear its ugly head. Then what?"
Liz started to say something but before she could get it out, Carol replied. "Ah, yes! The male phallus syndrome. Actually, Mr. Norman a well constructed vibrator is supposed to be far superior to the normal male penis."
"Carol!" Liz snapped sharply. "That's enough. You're not only being rude, but impertinent as well. Go to your room. Now!"
"Yes, mama," replied the fiery little cunt, suddenly meek. Without so much as a goodbye to me, she slid out of the booth and left
"I'm sorry, Chuck," Liz sighed, "She's really a very mixed-up young gal. Anyway, let's don't let it ruin our evening. OK?" As she spoke, I felt a warm set ef strong supple fingers slide along the inside of my left thigh, squeeze, then move up to cover the hard bulge of my cock. "Mmmm," she continued with a rather patronizing tone, "at least you're one male who can get it up."
For some reason this angered me. Gorgeous or not, I vowed to shove her attitude up her luscious, firm ass. "Let's dance, baby, and please remember, I like to lead."
With a soft sneering chuckle she removed her hand and rose gracefully.
I guided her onto the crowded dance floor just as the band began to play a slow, sexy number. As I felt the smooth swell of her firm belly against mine, my balls began to tingle. She was really something. Her large breasts felt like hot balloons against my chest. As I negotiated a couple of smooth turns I felt her lush thigh slip between my legs. Simultaneously, the mound of her mons veneris bucked wantonly against my crotch.
The tingle in my groin increased to a deep throb and it took all my willpower to keep my cock from surging to full erection. Fuck her, I thought, she can shove her cunt up my ass and I'll still refuse to let her know she could cause me any discomfort.
My discipline, and lack of response, merely caused her to redouble her gyrations. She nearly dry-fucked me before the music stopped. Finally it did. And none too soon, either. My self-control was definitely beginning to weaken.
Not a word had passed between us during the silent crotch duel, but her breathing was far more rapid now.
"Well," I grinned, "your place or mine?"
"Mine, you bastard. You're either impotent or made out of concrete. How do I know you can get a hard-on? I did everything but jack you off on that dance floor."
"Now, now, Liz, honey, mustn't be nasty. Maybe you don't know the proper moves," I teased. "Let's find out. Come with ole Chuck, he'll see if you're as funky as you look."
As we walked to my room I pondered which approach would be best. I decided. I let her precede me into the room, turned on the light, and bolted the door.
She paused, turned and looked at me through half-closed eyes. "Undress me, doll. I'm so horny I honk. My pussy's so wet it squishes."
I'll bet it is, I thought to myself, you nearly had an orgasm on the dance floor. I'll bet you want me to service you like a little gentleman, too. Hah!
Softly I closed my hands over her heaving breasts. Grasping the neckline of her gown, I yanked with all of my strength. The flimsy material parted like tissue as I ripped the gown from her startled body.
"My dress!" she screamed. "You dirty bastard! Oh God! Lemme outta here. You're like all men-a dirty, violent pig!!"
As she lunged toward the door, gathering the fragments of her torn gown around her naked body, I grabbed her by the lush, thick crown of her hair and pulled her back.
"Liz, baby," I growled softly, "it's time you learned about men, real men, honey." I twisted her head down using her thick black hair as a handle. She crumpled and landed on her knees. I pulled again, tipping her head back so I could see her face. It showed stark fear. "Unzip my fly."
Stunned with fear, she fumbled with my zipper and finally opened my fly. I positioned her face directly in front of the open fly and let the full power of my loins flow into my cock. It uncoiled, burst through the opening, and stood out, throbbing and trembling in her face.
"Eat it!" I commanded. She didn't Tightening my grip on her hair with my right hand, I grabbed her jaws with my left, and pried them open with ease. As they opened wide, I thrust my cockhead into her gaping mouth and lunged. I felt the soft walls of her mouth engulf my rigid member. "Now, suck it, baby, or I'll break your jaws. No tricks, either. You bite, and it'll be goodbye pearly whites. False choppers wouldn't be too much fun."
I felt her relax a bit, then slowly she commenced a soft suckling motion on my cock. Gradually, it built up to an urgent, grasping motion as her lust overcame her fear and anger. In ten seconds her soft hot mouth was gliding, gliding, sucking, and caressing the hard length of my throbbing organ. She was a natural cocksucker because it excited her tremendously. A fine sheen of sweat covered her forehead, and her eyes were closed in ecstasy.
As her suckling became more frantic, she began to moan and twist her head, shoulders, and torso. Her fingers" closed over my swollen balls, squeezing and massaging them with lustful abandon. Her head oscillated back and forth like a piston as she-sought to urge forth my seed. She succeeded. I felt the hot surge of my gism both of my buttocks and forced my cock even deeper, as if to suck forth the last milky hot drop of my semen, erupt. Automatically my pelvis leapt forward and drove my erupting cock deep into her throat "OHHHEYAH! Swallow it, baby-all of it-AAAGHHHH."
She complied beautifully. In fact, her hands clutched Then, as my ejaculation finally came to a trembling halt, she did an unbelievably erotic thing: gently she clamped her teeth around the head of my softening cock and chewed. Almost instantly I felt the blood rush through my flaccid organ. It was hard again in two seconds, but before I could enjoy it she let my cock slip from her wet semen-soaked mouth.
"Oh, baby," I grunted, "you're a natural. A real magic-mouth. I've had blow-jobs, but ... wow!!!"
She languidly slumped backward onto the thickly carpeted floor and looked up at me through half-closed eyes. Her voluminous breasts rose and fell as she par t ed from her erotic exertions. Her large brown nipples were engorged, a sure sign she was extremely aroused. They stood up hard and taut like ripe young grapes. Her fingers glided over her rib cage, suddenly clutched at her breasts and squeezed. "Mmmm ... ohhhh ... you don't know! God, you don't know how I've dreamed of a real, honest-to-god stallion. Now, I need to be fucked, Chuck! Fuck me ... hard!"
Standing above her, I didn't answer, just feasted my hungry eyes. Her head rolled slowly from side to side amidst the fanned-out forest of her lush black hair. She was squeezing, kneading, caressing her swollen tits. The creamy smooth swell of her belly rippled with the erotic little undulations as the sensual shocks from her self-caressing rolled through her frame.
Beneath the flimsy fabric of the bikini panties encasing her lush, firm hips, buttocks, and crotch, the large swell of her mons was clearly defined, as were the thick lips of her cunt. A damp splotch told me she was wet and oozing with cunt-juice. Even the insides of her firm rounded thighs were glistening with cunt-honey where they joined her crotch. She was really ready to be fucked.
"Ohhh, Christ," she pleaded, "please put it in me ... I'm ... ohhh."
"Not yet, baby, not yet. I wanna just watch for a while. You're doing great," I answered, and continued to gaze at her mounting passion. It was enormously exciting to watch a broad excite herself this way.
She was really suffering now, and her pelvis began to heave and roll with quick urgent motions. She spread her lush, firm thighs wide open and began to thrust her mons upward in fuck-motions. In desperation, she slid her right hand under the bikini pants and her fingers slid into the pulsing cavern of her cunt-hole. "Ahhh ... ohhhh . mmmm...." she moaned softly.
Without a word, I leaned forward, slid my fingers into the waistband of the panties and skinned them off.
She didn't even pause in her masturbation. The sensual tide was too strong and it was sweeping her toward release. The two ringers of her right hand slithered in and out of the glistening folds of her gaping cunt faster, and faster-slurp, slurp, squish. I knew she would come soon at the rate her undulations and moans were growing, so I desperately tried to think of how I could come with her without jacking off.
Suddenly, she arched her undulating pelvis high in response to a particularly strong surge of excitement. As she did, I noticed the pink, puckered rosette of her anus. That was it!
Quickly, I grasped her bucking hips, raised them upward with a massive heave and positioned myself between her thighs with her buttocks atop my groin. My hard cock now was ensconced in the slick, deep crack of her meaty butt cheeks.
She didn't lose a single stroke with her fingers. Now they whipped in and out of her cunt like a piston, and her butt cheeks rose and fell on my thighs in wild rolling gyrations. My eyes weren't more than two feet away from this fingerfucking action. My cock literally surged with waves of lust and throbbed to an enormous, hard column.
I knew she'd orgasm any second. I guided my cock deeper into her butt crack as it leaped and rolled with her wild gyrations. I felt the head of it ease into the soft, moist anal opening. I lunged upward, burying several inches of my rigid organ into the soft warm depths of her asshole. She screamed and locked her full, round thighs around my waist in a strong leg lock.
"No ... OHHHH ... God. Take it out, you're splitting me in half ... the pain ... OHHH!"
"Relax, goddammit, or I'll ram it up your ass till it busts," I growled, and lunged. The walls of her anal canal spasmed, then seemed to melt into a hot, rubbery clasp about my cock. The feeling made the gism in my scrotum boil to eruption, but I controlled it with a fantastic mental effort.
"See," I grunted, "it's not so bad. Now, baby, give it hell. Fuck, baby, fuck my big hard cock with your asshole ... yeah, yeah, that's it ... faster .., yeah."
Her buttocks heaved, rolled, and pistoned up and down frantically causing my cock to pound deep into her ass. It was like a tight, slippery young cunt and gripped my pulsing member with sensual urgency.
Meanwhile, I was now gazing at her gaping cunt, fascinated by the action of her two fingers as they slithered frantically in and out of the hot, sticky folds of her cunt-hole. A strong sweet odor assailed my nose. Her cunt-musk was aromatic and triggered yet another level of lust in my senses.
As my eyes stayed glued to the glistening orifice of her cunt, I noticed she was missing contact with the juice-covered pearl of her clitoris. Slipping my fingers through the thick, juice-spattered thicket of her crisp black cunt-hair, I began fingering the taut, slippery flesh bud very rapidly.
That did it! "OHHHH ... OWWW GOD ... I'm ... AAAHHHGH ... YAHHH!" she screamed, and rocketed to orgasm in a series of sharp, rippling spasms. Her anal walls convulsed around my cock and I felt the strong rippling motions trigger my core, and I came in a flood of hot seed ... deep, deep into her asshole.
Exhausted, she rolled over, disengaging my shaft from her anus, and flopped onto her stomach.
"Oh, Jesus! God, what a feeling ... my ass feels like my cunt and my cunt is twitching like it's having a fit. But such a fantastic fit. Jesus, Chuck, I've never been assfucked, only read about it. It hurts, but it hurts good and wild. Oh, honey, that cock is ... it's...."
"Don't describe, doll, just enjoy. You sure know how to fingerfuck, baby," I told her.
"I should, I've had enough practice. My husband couldn't get the job done, so I had to," she chuckled, her voice still husky with lust. "Which reminds me, lover. I still haven't had that beautiful hard cock in my pussy."
"Baby, I just couldn't fuck you with it; I was much too fascinated by watching you finger that luscious thing. Besides, I gotta have a little rest break; I've shot my load twice now in less than twenty minutes."
"I give you ten minutes, lover," she said huskily, "then I'm gonna get cock-fucked or you may find yourself with two very sore balls." She rose and swayed into the bathroom, butt-cheeks grinding in sensual counter-rhythm against each other. The lady had a magnificent ass.
As I heard the water run, then splash, I knew she was cleaning the playpen for the next round. I lay back, lit a cigarette, and let my mind roll on. I wondered about Carol, her lush teenage daughter. Jesus, I thought, I'd love to fuck that juicy little pussy, especially since it would very much be against her desires. Cunts who resist really turn me on. God, I'll bet that's a sweet juicy little cavern, I mused. The thoughts made my cock come back to life.
Just then the phone rang. Elizabeth rushed out from the bathroom with her large, naked breasts jouncing in every direction. Flopping across the bed, she grabbed the phone. "Mrs. Mann here. Oh, Carol, where are ... what ... yes, dear, I'll be there in five minutes. Nothing, darling, just relaxing. Carol! How dare you even suggest such a thing. That's better. Tell them I'll be there in a few minutes. I certainly don't want to keep the press waiting. Yes, dear, 'bye."
"What's up," I queried.
With a little chuckle she reached over and grasped my erect phallus playfully. "You, darling, you. Shit, I still haven't felt that gorgeous thing in my pussy."
"So, don't go wherever you're going. It'll take me considerably more than five minutes to fuck you till your ass explodes."
"Business, darling. A press conference. The local press ran across Carol in the lounge. She unwittingly told 'em I would be happy to talk with 'em right away. How could my virginal daughter suspect her mother was getting fucked out of her gourd?"
"The girl must be taught certain things, doll. Number one: mama must have a little private time for fucking," I retorted good-naturedly. "Well, get your beautiful butt in gear and I'll see you tomorrow."
"Lovely, darling. I have an appointment with a local publisher but I should be back here by ten a.m. Just come on in and make yourself comfortable. Contemplate my return. I'll expect an extra rigid hard-on since I gave you my ... well, you know."
I dressed and left. Back in my own room I poured myself a nice long scotch, sipped it for a half-hour, and then hit the sack. My dreams were a rerun of my cock plunging deeply into Liz's ass. Jesus, what a fuck it had been.
I had breakfast at eight o'clock the next morning, then hit the pool for a few fast laps before the crowd arrived. As I finished, and emerged from the pool, Carol sat waiting in a lounge chair some yards away. She was clad in a snow white bikini which left very little to the imagination.
"Hi," she said in greeting. Her eyes were not on my face, however, but boldly fastened on the bulge of my cock and balls. My male bikini also left very little to the imagination. She was really taking her time in examining my equipment.
I returned the compliment. My eyes scanned her soft full lips, large blue eyes, and chiseled nose. They were very, very exquisite, especially those full sensual lips which were now slightly parted as if breathless.
Leaving these lovely facial accoutrements, I allowed my eyes to bore into her torso. Her full young breasts swelled and strained against the flimsy bikini bra, nipples clearly defined and taut. I could almost taste their succulence. Lowering my gaze, the full swell of her mons caused my cock to swell. An inch below, two full labial folds formed a perfect notch between full ripe thighs. They moved slightly, or so I imagined, as my eyes carefully covered each quarter-inch of that luscious twat.
"Mr. Norman, don't you know it isn't polite to stare," she said. Her voice reflected a slight tremor and the timbre was lower than usual.
With a lewd expression on my kisser, I retorted, "Just returning the compliment, little lady."
She blushed violently. "I was merely assessing what my mother found so enticing. I saw both of you last night. It's the first time mother has ever sneaked on me."
"What did you see," I asked warily.
"Oh for Christ sake, Mr. Norman, quit treating me like some moronic teenybopper. I know what sexual intercourse is about."
"Oh," I mumbled. The little cunt must have been pulling a peeping-tom bit when Liz and I had been engrossed in our fuck. "Look, your mother is a full-grown woman, baby. She's got a right to sex, even if she isn't married."
"Who said she didn't," Carol replied. "In fact, I'm very glad she found somebody who turns her on."
"Well now, that's very mature of you," I grinned.
"However," Carol continued, "she betrayed our agreement."
"Hah."
"You wouldn't understand," she answered, "but I'll try to explain. You see, mother swore to me she'd never engage in such activities unless I could share them, until I was old enough to experience them on my own. That's the only reason I agreed to join with her against my dad during the divorce action. One word from me and she loses her entire image as the shining light of Women's Liberation."
I was really perplexed. I saw absolutely no connection. I suppose my face showed it, too.
"Oh come on, Mr. Norman. If you're so ignorant about it I'll make it simple. If the really militant women's lib sector, who form the main portion of mama's supporters, ever found out she let a male-well, do what you did, she'd be finished." She was referring to my ass-fucking, no doubt, and I could just imagine how such an act would affect a hard-core women's lib type. Christ, they wouldn't accept the man-on-top position.
"You'd have to prove it, though," I ventured.
"I believe full color, eight mm movies would suffice, don't you?" she retorted with a smug smile on her lovely puss.
"You little cunt," I exclaimed, "how in the-"
"As a very pampered young lady, mama has allowed me every privilege. I've become very expert at infrared photography. Every motel we enter, I set up at least one such source in her bedroom. By the way, the films are already safe in the care of a very good friend."
"OK, so you're a real sharp broad, but why?" I asked.
"Mama has been very strict about boys, Mr. Norman. I've never dated any male without my mother as chaperone. I hate it! But, as long as she denied herself, I felt it was fair. Now she's changed all that. You may find it hard to believe, but young girls get horny, too. God, the nights I've tossed and turned."
"Mmmm...." I couldn't think of an answer to such a boldly frank and honest statement. I'd never encountered such a unique set-up between a parent and child. She had something on her mind, though, otherwise why tell me all this. "So why tell me, Carol? Just blow the whistle on your mom."
"You can prevent that, Chuck," she said, rising gracefully from the chaise lounge and swaying provocatively toward me. The swollen mound of her mons swung back and forth between those lush ripe thighs like a succulent fruit. "How?" I stammered.
She embraced me, shoving the luscious cunt mound against my cock. "Fuck me," she whispered, "right now."
My cock wilted. She was young and she knew it. If her mamma ever found out, I'd be behind bars in a twinkling. On the other hand, Liz wouldn't be back until....
"Baby, it's a deal, but let's get goin'."
Once safely behind the closed doors of my room, I began to have second thoughts. It was risky, at best. Unfortunately, my second thoughts came too late. Carol had skinned off her skimpy bikini and stood naked before me. God, what a body she had. Full, meaty breasts stood proudly erect, capped with two of the most delicious nipples I'd ever seen. Below the smooth creamy swell of a perfect expanse of belly, a golden white tuft of pubic hair crowned her magnificent young mons veneris.
"Fuck me, Chuck, hurry. I'm so ... ohhh god, fuck me," she murmured huskily, and lay back on the bed with her glorious ripe thighs spread wide. Between lay the most delicious young cunt in the world. Pink turgid lips spread slightly, exposing the soft pink petals of her labia minora. My cock sprang to full erection and I knelt alongside the bed.
"Oh baby, that's eatin' stuff," I groaned. "Open your legs, honey, let pappa show you how it feels to have a good tongue in that delicious little pussy."
Swinging her widespread thighs around, she locked my head between their soft, moist walls and commenced bucking her pelvis up and down. A sweet, moist aroma of cunt assailed my nose as I buried my face in the crisp golden thatch of her cunt hair, and probed with my tongue. I forced the tip of my tongue into the slick pink furrow. It was sopping wet with hot, sweet cunt juice. Carefully, I licked the swollen shaft of her clitoris, avoiding the throbbing pip at the tip.
"Ohhh yes, yes," she moaned, "eat me ... I knew it would be good, but never like ... Ohhh God ... deeper ... harder ... there, there ... owww."
She arched powerfully, grinding her cunt hard against my probing tongue. I buried my hands in the heavy ripe meatiness of her young butt-cheeks and rotated them slowly. This made her moans grow louder and more urgent. Carefully, I slid my tongue downward and circled the hot juicy ridge around the vestibule of her vagina. Immediately, she shuddered, and my tongue felt an oozing deluge of more hot cunt-juice. She was really ready. In fact, I thought she would come before I could get my throbbing cock into the convulsing depths of her cunt.
At that precise moment the door opened. I withdrew my head from Carol's leaping crotch and stared into the angry eyes of Elizabeth.
"You no-good, dirty male pig," she shrieked and flew at me with the swift lithe spring of a she-tiger. Before I could avoid her lunge, the nails of her left hand raked my shoulder. I whirled, grabbed her from behind, and locked her arms. She kicked, twisted, and pulled while the blue invectives colored the air. "Pig! Cock-mad pig! A little girl, my girl! I'll have you put away so far, so long ... ohhh."
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Carol leap from the bed and rush out of the room with her lush buttcheeks bouncing sensually. Ah ha! So she was gonna let mama lie and she'd swear too, I thought.
I threw Liz onto the bed hoping I could retrieve my clothes and split. No dice! She sprang right back at me with claws bared. "Cocksucker, dirty ass-fucker ... when I'm through you'll wish you had never seen a cunt," she hissed and her right hand streaked for my genitals. Fortunately, I blocked her blow. Fuck you, sister, I thought, and clouted her sharply across the tits. It knocked her onto the bed again.
"Hold it, Mama dear! Stop it!" Carol's voice cut through the volatile atmosphere like a cold harsh wind. "It wasn't Chuck's idea; it was mine."
Still rubbing her full tits to erase the sting of my blow, a look of amazed disbelief flushed her face, only to be replaced by another of incredible belief. "Why, Carol, why?" she choked. "You're not some teenage tramp. I've always taught you to be a lady."
"Ladies also become women, Mama, and have twats that ache for a man's cock," Carol said bitterly. "At least that's what I think you had in your pussy last night. Look!"
There, in a large, full color photo was Liz's gaping wet cunt with a thick, rigid cock buried halfway into the steaming hot depths. It wasn't mine either; the black pubic hair didn't match my reddish bush. Evidently mama was getting her cock in every town.
"You little bitch," hissed Liz, grabbing at the photo, "how did you-"
A sneer writhed across Carol's sensuous young face. "Well, Mama, a young 'lady' must have-some outlet or hobby. Photography is mine. You'd be surprised at the picture taking opportunities at motels and hotels; I got some real beauts; and Mama, a lot of 'em are of you. Boy, wouldn't your sponsors and publisher love to see the great Woman Liberationist sucking the dripping cock of a male chauvinist pig ... wow."
"You wouldn't dare!" Liz choked. Her face turned pale at the implication of what such a revelation would do to her very lucrative career.
"Not if you'll start sharing, Mama," cooed Carol. "Little ole me gets horny, too, and from now on, Mother dear, I get my share of fucking. We'll alternate. You fuck 'em first sometimes, then me. Other times I'll get first shot"
Liz's face portrayed a wide range of emotions in rapid sequence. I felt sorry for her, but I agreed with her daughter. The pungent musky flavor of Carol's young cunt was still in my mouth. She was ready to assume full privileges in the sex department
"I'm just a male, but Liz, I think she's gotcha by the twat," I ventured. "Get her fixed-up with an IUD, or pills, and let her fuck away."
"Starting with you, I suppose," Liz retorted wryly. "Shit! Why not? But on one condition, Carol ... Mama has to be present. No lovers, you're liable to get hurt by some nut if you try it without company."
"Super," sighed Carol. "Now, Chuck, where were we when Mama interrupted? Ah! I remember; you were sucking my clitoris. Let's pick it up there. Mama can watch."
"Watch, hell!" Liz exclaimed. "Baby, you and me are about to-become prick-pals."
"Wow ... how groovy," Carol giggled, then lay back on the bed, spread those round firm thighs, and beckoned me downward. "Suck me, Chuck, I'm. still throbbing inside."
I glanced at Liz. I wasn't sure about the whole deal. "What are you gonna do?"
She was skinning off her clothes as she answered. "Don't worry, doll, I'll find things to do. Go on; give her a good fuck; it's time she experienced a good hard cock, and you got a beauty."
So, as I knelt between Carol's ripe, open thighs, Liz settled alongside me to observe. Her own nude body merely made the situation more erotic. My cock rose to full erection as I scanned the pink petals of Carol's open cunt. She spread even wider and the flesh petals seemed to blossom outward, glistening with a translucent film of vaginal secretions. In the center of her flesh blossom, a ridge-like shaft protruded from beneath, turgid and throbbing. At the tip, a pink-pearl bud peeked from the taut sheath of her clitoral shaft. It was slick with juice and was growing to full erection.
Delicately, I flicked it with my tongue. "Ohhh," Carol moaned. Another flick and another moan. Slipping my hands under her lush, ripe buttocks, I buried my fingers in the soft meaty billows of her butt-cheeks and buried my mouth in the hot juicy folds of her writhing cunt. As I laved the throbbing length of her clitoral shaft, she arched, writhed with ecstasy, and commenced a slow, rolling, undulating grind with her sweet, succulent crotch.
Faster and faster I licked and probed, savoring the briny-sweet taste of her cunt-meat.
"Ohhh ... Mama, Mama ... it's sooooo good ... aahhh ... my whole crotch feels like it'll explode from this delicious wild sensation ... faster, deeper ... hurry, ohhhh ... yesss."
I clasped the swollen, throbbing tip of her slick clitoris with my lips and rolled my tongue around and around its taut circumference. She jerked violently upward, driving her cunt hard against my face. "OHHH ... GOD ... JESUS ... FASTER ... EAT ME FASTER!" Her entire body rippled and writhed as she started to climb the peak of ultimate sensual delight and I played her carefully upward, savoring the erotic sensation of loosing the fires of lust in a beautiful young virgin.
Suddenly, I felt the tip of my cock enveloped by hot, wet walls of sucking flesh. Liz had thrust her head between my kneeling thighs and lay on her back beneath my hanging cock and balls. She had pulled my throbbing cock down and ingested the rigid shaft into her mouth. As her voracious, greedy mouth glided up and down my gleaming shaft, her nimble fingers massaged, fondled, and kneaded my swollen testicles. A series of hot flashing shocks rippled through my groin and waves of lust rolled through my body.
She was sucking me frantically, almost as if to distract me from the writhing sweetness of Carol's leaping cunt. It merely drove me to redouble my efforts. Hardening my tongue, I drove it deep into the steamy, pungent depths of Carol's cunt-hole and flicked it in and out with quick thrusts. On each stroke I lashed the clitoral bauble with a sharp flick.
In less than ten such strokes the walls of Carol's convulsing vagina squeezed tightly closed and a series of wracking convulsions rippled through her pelvis as she rocketed into a thundering, mind-shattering orgasm.
"YEEEOWWW ... OOOWWW...." she screamed and locked her writhing thighs around my head, imprisoning my mouth in the convulsing depths of her orgasming cunt.
The sensation triggered my own orgasm and I rammed downward sharply, plunging my erupting cock deep into Liz's pumping mouth. With a sharp cry I ejaculated my hot seed into her hungry mouth ... one ... two ... three spurts of my gism gushed. She swallowed it all, then sucked hard, milking out another load. Then, with a last final roll of her tongue around my throbbing glans, she slid her mouth off my cock.
"Mmmm ... delicious, doll. I love hot semen. It tastes sooo ... well, funky and male," she said huskily, then turned to look at Carol. "Mmmmm ... you seem to have done a good job, Chuckie; she's still trembling. Seeing her like this ... well she is lovely, isn't she?"
Lying on her back with her long golden hair spread fanwise beneath her head, Carol's face was still flushed. Her full soft lips were parted and her breathing was heavy and erratic. The firm mounds of her tits moved and bounced as she breathed. Her soft creamy belly trembled and the pink ridges of her labia shone through the silver-blonde thatch of pubic hair adorning the crown of her luscious mons veneris.
Something in Liz's expression as she gazed at her daughter's naked trembling body made me study her more closely. Her large brown eyes glittered from beneath half-closed eyelids, her thick sensual lips were slack and her breathing rather erratic. She was either being aroused by Carol's nakedness, or I was nutty as hell. After all, it wouldn't be the first time mothers dug their daughters via the lesbo route.
I leaned back and lit a cigarette. Liz appeared to be in a trance, well almost. Finally, she blinked her eyes, shook her head, and looked over at me with those same lust-filled eyes blazing. "She's really a very sexy little gal."
"Yeah," I grunted, "real sexy. Her pussy tastes so good, ya hate to put it down, so moist, firm, and fresh. Too bad women aren't AC/DC; they're missing a whole world of sensual delight."
Her eyes swung slowly back to the pink slit under the golden bush between Carol's ripe widespread thighs. I could almost hear the wheels turn.
She was so absorbed in looking at Carol's cunt she failed to see Carol coolly watching. I saw it though and it aroused me.
Carol was enjoying her mother's examination, and scanning her mother's lush tits, belly, and crotch. Liz suddenly glanced up and saw what I observed. She flushed crimson.
"Hey," she exclaimed petulantly, "if this is 'sharesies' it's my turn, daughter dear."
"Oh, Mama, it was just wild. I could just kiss you for agreeing to let me ... you know."
"Why don't you?" I said meaningfully and bored deep into her eyes with a piercing look that said "Eat your mama's lovely cunt."
She was a bold little twat. She threw her arms around Liz's neck and planted her mouth on her mother's full lips with open lust. Their breasts meshed against each other in a melding of lush ripe tit-meat. I was in for a real voyeur's delight if Liz reciprocated.
She did! Her full lips opened and she probed Carol's hungry mouth in a deep french kiss, while her fingers roamed the peaks and valleys of her daughter's back, buttocks, and thighs. Her searching fondling fingers finally slid lustfully over Carol's smooth belly and came to rest in the thick golden tuft between her lush young thighs. Then, with a skillful thrust, her long tapered middle finger slid into the furrow of Carol's pink labial fold, probing deep into her cunt opening.
"Ahhh ... ooohhh Mama, Mama, let me do you like Chuck did me ... please, Mama, please," moaned Carol, and lowered her head downward between Liz's slowly opening thighs. "Oh, Mama, it's beautiful, so soft, so moist, so alive and warm."
"Oh God," moaned Liz, "I must be crazy, darling, but I want you to suck me, love me, and make my cunt leap with lust. Eat me, dear, eat Mama's cunt."
With a sharp little cry of lust, Carol buried her face in Liz's crisp thatch of pubic hair and commenced eating, licking, and probing the folds, crevices, and vestibule of her mother's bucking, twisting cunt.
Her position was mind-shattering to me. She was on her knees, ass high and head deep between Liz's luscious open thighs. Thus positioned, her well developed butt cheeks faced me. I was looking straight into the sopping wet cunt lips couched between those fresh, ripe buttocks. As she squirmed and swayed in her suckling, I gazed with fascination at those lovely cunt-lips. They began to open and close in rhythmic dilations as her own sensations rose to more erotic heights. I rolled up into a kneeling position directly in back of those rolling, gyrating white mounds and inserted the tip of my cock into the moist crevice of her butt-cheeks. I felt the throbbing tip of my penis engage the hot, juicy vestibule of her cunt-hole. Burying the finger of each hand deep in the sweating hot flesh of her young thighs, I entered her cunt with a smooth, slow thrust; savoring the firm juicy clasp of her hot young cunt around my cock. I felt the head of my cock strike a barrier-her hymen.
Of course, she was a virgin! I'd forgotten that in my eagerness to fuck the luscious, hot young cunt.
As I stopped my penetration, she lunged backward, ramming my cock hard against the membrane barrier. It ripped open and I lunged deep into her cunt-hole, ramming the tip of my cock deep, deep, deep.
"Fuck her, baby, fuck her like a wild stallion takes a young mare." Liz's eyes gazed into mine, sparkling with lust. She was urging me to fuck her own daughter while her daughter was suckling her to the edge of flesh's ultimate desire.
"Do it, baby, she's driving me absolutely wild. Take her to the heights of woman's purpose and desire ... fuck her deep, long, and hard. Hurry!"
I began with long smooth thrusts, in and out, in and out, letting the thick ridge of my large glans massage the slick tight walls of Carol's young vagina. As they responded to this action, I alternated my plunging strokes with a slow rotary motion which caused my cock to twist inside the hot sopping cavern. This drove her wild with lust and her buttocks rolled, undulated and ground against my own fuck motions until we were in perfect rhythm.
It was a wild savage fuck from then on. Deeper and more savagely I lunged, my cock whipping in and out of her convulsing young cunt with vicious ramming strokes. Several times the hot thick ball of gism in my scrotum began to erupt but I controlled it until she was ready.
As I fucked, I watched Liz. Her head was snapping from side to side as Carol's lashing tongue drove deeper and deeper into the luscious cunt of her mother. Liz's moans of pleasure were becoming shrieks of lust as she writhed, bucked, and rolled toward orgasm.
"Ohhhh ... Jesus! God, God ... that tongue! Like a snake in my cunt ... Oohh, I'M COMING. EAT, SUCK, FUCK, OWWW ... GOD!!"
She arched high, her back nearly two feet off the floor, and her pelvis jerked in wild spasms as the violent grip of her orgasm wracked her frame. As she came, Carol's cunt muscles rippled like a python and locked around my cock, sucking the hot stream of gism from my scrotum into the deep convulsing cavern of her twitching twat. I lunged violently and let myself go with the electric waves of orgasm coursing through my entire body.
"AAAGGGHHH ... there, there. Take it, baby, all my hot seed ... Ahhhgggh."
She did. Just like her mother, the walls of that young cunt rippled like fingers and milked me dry, then released my limp organ from its hot dripping clasp.
Exhausted, sated, and thoroughly fucked-out, I rolled onto my back and enjoyed the tingling after-sensations of such a wild fuck. It was delicious. I hadn't had a young cunt in nearly two months.
Carol was resting her head on Liz's chest, with those firm meaty tits acting as pillows. Liz was caressing Carol's nipples and expressing her delight. "Wonderful! Just marvelous, darling. From now on we fuck like whores and really begin to enjoy each other's body. I want to explore every fold, crevice, and secret place on your beautiful body."
"Me too, Mama, me too. But let's don't forget how good and wild a man's hard cock can feel. Wow! He's a real stallion," Carol replied as she fondled the limp length of my cock with grateful fingers.
"We won't forget, dear. Before Chuck decides to move on, we'll fuck him to death," Liz chuckled.
I stayed in Scottsdale for another week and they kept their promise. My cock was raw from the violent grasp of their cunts when I left. I hoped I would be healed by the time I arrived in Florida.
CHAPTER EIGHT
As I drove eastward through New Mexico I had a tremendous amount of time to think. The seemingly endless desert and unending strip of flat straight highway made driving effortless. Also, it was peaceful. Something about New Mexico and Arizona's massive expanses of uninhabited land imparted an almost hermit-like feeling to travelers who motored through them.
The experiences I had encountered thus far since my break with the prison of marriage made it seem I had been on my own again for a millennium, when in fact it had been just a little over a month. The dull miserable routine of my former existence seemed like a distant memory, but still a very painful one.
I pondered my recent adventures as the car sped eastward; mulling, comparing, and trying to place them in perspective with my former life, and society in general. Were they Wrong? By old standards they were most certainly immoral. But why? I hadn't actually hurt anyone. And without any doubt at all, I felt vibrantly alive for the first time in twenty-five years. Analyzing the cause of this new, reborn feeling, I used a process of elimination. My diet was the same, basically, my training and background couldn't be changed, I most certainly hadn't taken any of the popular rejuvenating drugs, exercises, or other artificial aids to enhance my condition. Although I had relieved myself of the day-to-day interface with my family, I had left them well cared for financially-at my own expense, of course. Even at home that described my role. My physical presence there had only one effect on my wife and kids: I occupied one of the bedrooms. Much like a boarder. In brief, they were receiving the exact same benefits now as they had received when I was there-money.
It finally boiled down to several key points. Now, in my new way of life, I was receiving affection-momentary of course, but still genuine. My sexual self was being fed copiously, and with a great deal of variety, and I wasn't forced to live within the prison of inhibitions. The world was my oyster. Sexual no-no's didn't exist. The ridiculous yoke of phony, impossible moral standards was off my shoulders. God, when I reflected on the number of married men and women who labored through life under such an impossible load! If ever once they understood, or could be made to feel just one-tenth the vibrant, alive feeling I now experienced each day....
It was then I decided to record my adventures in a journal. Perhaps it could be published, and just maybe some poor slob would benefit. I knew I would need a warm, secluded, relaxed atmosphere in which to concentrate and write. Why Florida came to mind .I don't know, but I knew, quite suddenly, that my destination was now Florida. Fortunately I was headed in that general direction.
Two days later, after traversing Texas, Arkansas, and Georgia, I was deep into Florida, traveling along the western side near the Gulf. Fort Lauderdale was only one hundred more miles southward. It was there I had decided to seek my seclusion.
As dusk descended I found myself only twenty miles north of Fort Lauderdale. I decided to camp on the beach instead of continuing on into town. I had plenty of beautiful stretches of magnificent spots to choose from. Finally, as darkness fell, I swung off the highway onto a hard sandy road that looked very unused. To my surprise, it led me right to a lonely stretch of lovely beach. It was a magnificent night. The air was warm, and a soft breeze off the Gulf wafted gently landward. The moon was full and illuminated the cool sparkling waters and white sand. Quickly I pitched my tent, ate some sandwiches from a cold lunch I had purchased earlier, and fell asleep to-the sonorous beat of the gentle waves.
I was awakened the next morning by the sharp cry of seagulls. They dove, glided, and wheeled in the brilliant blue sky like a small group of aerobatic performers. Within thirty minutes I had built a small campfire and enjoyed a simple breakfast of coffee, eggs, and nearly burned toast.
For some reason my resolve to go into town faded. A day of sunning on this lovely deserted beach was too tempting to pass up. Being well off the highway I decided not to inhibit the wonderful atmosphere by donning clothes. No one was in sight, and I was certain no one else was within miles. The warm salt air and sand felt good on my naked body.
I plunged naked into the warm clear water and swam lazily for nearly an hour. Emerging, I flopped down to sunbathe on a blanket. After covering my entire body with loads of suntan lotion I lay back and let the sun bathe over me. I hadn't figured on going to sleep, knowing that could be dangerous in such a hot climate. But sleep I did, and dream. And such dreams! Filled at first with weird mental montages of Zodiac, the wild negress, Elizabeth and lastly, the young, sexy Sharon, my first sexual encounter after leaving home. Her full warm mouth was engulfing my cock again, just as it had happened before. With slow sliding strokes she pumped up and down the throbbing length of my rigid pulsing organ; suckling, licking, caressing its large tip with that wild young tongue.
The vivid dream was shattered by a voice. "Cripes, lookit Jane make his whang stiffen up."
I opened my eyes. No wonder the dream was so vivid! My startled eyes beheld a mass of long golden hair bobbing up and down at my crotch. A very young, beautiful girl was sucking my cock with voracious vigor. Standing above and around me were three other young females, all completely naked. All had long straight hair which hung down past their breasts to their waists. They were giggling at my surprise, plus my response to the blow job being administered by their equally naked young friend.
"Hey, Jane, watch out! He's awake," shrieked one of them.
I was too stunned to move or think. Jane, my young suckle-maiden, let my cock slide from her lush young mouth and looked at me with bold eyes. She licked her full soft lips and said, "You taste real good, dad! Best hunk of cock I've tasted all week. I'll bet you can really throw a good fuck into a gal with that gorgeous thing."
Finally I found my voice. "Who the hell are you young cunts and where did'ja come from? Jesus, a man can't find privacy anywhere. Say, what if I was a cop? You'd feel pretty silly if I was the law; wouldn't 'cha." As I spoke I sat up, pushing Jane away.
They looked at each other nervously, not quite sure if I was serious. It finally penetrated that there was a possibility of my being a policeman.
Jane was the fastest on the uptake. "So, let's say you're a cop, so what? Cops don't like a good blowjob? Hey, Susie, whaddya think? He look like fuzz to you?" She was addressing a young, full-bodied brunette with well developed tits, a dark sensual face, and a body that would make a homo wanna fuck. Her perfectly shaped full breasts were tipped with a soft brown aureoles and large protuberant nipples. Beneath a smooth olive-colored expanse of succulent belly, a small tuft of crisp black pubic hair crowned a prominently rounded mons. She didn't have enough pubic hair to conceal the thick symmetrical contours of two luscious labia.
"Gosh, Janie, I don't think so; he's too cute for fuzz." Her eyes scanned my face, traveled down my chest, over my belly, and bored into the area containing my still damp cock and throbbing balls. "Even if he is, I'd sure like to feel that cock inside my box. God, what a magnificent tool. It makes me wanna come just thinkin' about it ... mmm."
The language of whores from the mouths of eighteen-year-olds was stunning, but excitingly so. I wondered if....
"See mister, you're not fuzz, so just lay back and enjoy," Janie told me with a strange challenging look on her young face. "You're not afraid are ya?"
"You're jailbait, everyone of you," I exclaimed. But my cock belied my feelings. It rose up from between my thighs, lusting for a rerun engagement with Janie's wild wet mouth.
"See!" shrieked the other naked nymph, a small but well-endowed redhead. "His cock tells the truth while he chips his china. Janie, you better suck on that luscious thing or I will. I'm wet and sticky from just lookin' at him."
"You lay a finger on this one without my OK, and I tear your eyes out, Judy. Go fingerfuck yourself," Janie said menacingly, and clasped my cock and balls with her small frantic paw. Turning to me she said, "You're right, big stud, we're all jailbait. Now, I'm gonna get my jollies or ... we'll all scream rape to the nearest fuzz-dig!"
She meant it; a close look at the expressions on all of their faces told me they'd back her up. If a cop appeared on the scene, I was dead. If I didn't comply, they'd fetch one. I decided to enjoy. I hadn't ever had such really young meat before. I was suddenly wet with lustful sweaty anticipation.
"OK, you young vixens, but remember you asked for it," I growled and grabbed Judy by the ankle. She fell down beside me writhing and yelling. "OK, Janie, suck my cock, baby. But I need some good soft cunt while you suck."
"Crazy, man. Hey, Judy, shut up. He ain't gonna hurt'cha. He's just gonna give you your favorite kind of fuckin'. She just loves havin' her pussy eaten, daddy." With that her head darted downward and once again my cockhead was engulfed by her wild suckling mouth. Inch by inch she ingested it. Slowly, tantalizingly. As her mouth writhed about my rigid column her small fingers burrowed under my balls and she commenced clasping, fondling, and massaging them with clever, adroit motions. My groin began to tingle as the first waves of sensual delight lapped at my senses. Turning, I started to pull Judy toward me. "C'mon, darlin', pappa needs to taste your sweet little cunt," I told her.
"Watch me first ... just watch ... it'll make it better."
Judy assumed a position astraddle my chest. Her smooth, round young thighs felt like a silken yoke around my torso. As she rose up slightly to give me the full view of her young snatch I beheld it open like a many-petaled pink rose, moistly glistening from secretions within her excited cunt.
She rotated her snug pelvis in a slow sensual circle, causing the labial folds to open and close as if alive. On each forward thrust she dipped it so close to my face, the wiry red pubic hair surrounding the thing brushed my lips. A pungent, sweet, honey-like odor assailed my nostrils as she paused above my mouth.
"How's that grab ya? Like it? Watch," she intoned, her voice low and funky.
Raising up a bit, she parted her swollen labia wide, exposing a thick pulsing bud at the crest of the wet opening of her vagina. I'd never seen such a large clitoris on a woman. A surge of lust rippled through my groin at the sight. Janie responded by increasing the tempo of her sucking.
Judy let me gaze at the delicious cunt for a full ten seconds, then inserted two fingers into the sopping depths of the small hot hole. She moaned softly as they moved in, then began to rotate her hard young buttocks again while whipping her fingers in and out of her cunt. "Oh ... ohhhh ... mmm ... ueah, yeah. Love it, oh God how I love a good fingerfuck ... ahhh ... deeper fingers, deeper ... yes, yes ... make it ready for his tongue. OHHH GOD: NOW ... NOW DADDY!"
As she removed her wet sticky fingers she lunged forward and plunged her wet dripping cunt down onto my face. I was suddenly buried in a hot mass of wet creamy cunt-meat!
My tongue lashed out and curled around the throbbing slick pip of her clitoris. It was pulsing wildly. My tongue flicked it, rolled it, and then my lips closed around its taut hard head. With swift, darting tongue-flicks I lashed it sharply. Her body writhed with joy and lust.
"OHHH MY GOD ... YES. Don't stop! Faster ... yeah, yeah. Ohhh, Sue, Sue, God don't let him get away without feeling his mouth on your snatch ... OHHH JESUS!"
My cock was now plunging deeper and deeper into Janie's pumping mouth. I could feel my throbbing cockhead hit the back of her throat with each desperate hinge of her mouth. She was squeezing my swollen balls frantically, as if to squeeze out my gism by main force.
Between the wet convulsing cunt on my mouth and the voracious wild mouth below, I felt myself begin the sharp rocketing surge to orgasm. I came with a series of hot gushing spurts deep in Janie's bobbing mouth. She merely moaned, sucked harder, and trembled violently as she came also. Judy's cunt convulsed, opened, then rippled with the sharp electric surges of her orgasm. "OHHHH ... YES! I'm flyin' ... that big cock ... it's poppin' my vibes ... AHHHHHH!" Hot rippling vaginal muscles closed in a sharp contraction on my probing tongue. The dizzy, sick-sweet waves of the ultimate sensual peak resurged from my balls and I came again and again into Janie's hungry mouth.
The sensations produced by the dual bout of oral sex still permeated my thighs, groin, and belly even after I collapsed from the physical exhaustion of the wild trip.
Judy's sweat-soaked belly pressed against my face. She had flopped forward, face down onto me after the violent release. Her belly muscles still rippled against my face in a series of spasms. Her orgasm was still in the declining phases.
I pushed her off to get my breath. "I don't know your age, doll, but you sure come like a nympho," I gasped. She didn't reply, her eyes were still lust-glazed. Rolling onto my stomach, I beheld Janie. Her eyes were half-closed and gazed back into mine. Her soft pink tongue rolled around her full lips, gathering in the remnants of my semen. "You came in buckets, daddy. You musta been storm' up for years. I ain't had such a load in weeks ... Jesus, man, I came three times, every time you shot your load. How can such an old guy like you pop your juice so many times?"
"Motivation, honey, plain motivation," I answered.
"Hey! What about me? You guys may be all fucked out but I'm horny as an owl from just watchin'."
It was Sue, the ripe brunette. She had been odd man out. Even in my sated condition her openly lustful body made my cock stir back to life. I'd seen a lotta young pussy, but never such open, raw sensuality. My eyes scanned her dark beautiful face. Her thick, full lips were slightly parted. Large brown orbs glittered with naked lust beneath half-closed eyelids. I'd never seen longer black eyelashes.
Her thick lustrous black hair hung down over the full meaty globes of her large tits like a black velvet mantle. She was kneeling on the blanket near my head and the soft swell of her smooth belly was succulent enough to eat. Unlike Janie and Judy, she had an abundance of pubic hair.
It crowned the soft rounded peak of her mons veneris, then flowed downward in crisp black tangles completely obscuring the delicious mystery of her vulva. She leaned back against her heels, resting the full, lush cushions of her wide butt-cheeks. The sight made my cock grow hard again.
The glistening black pubic hair parted, exposing two perfectly symmetrical labia majora. Like thick swollen rose petals, the turgid vulva lips lay framed in her crisp black foliage. They were a deep wine color and glistened from the inner secretions of the deeper purple depths of her vagina.
"Hey, daddy, you're not gonna let Sue suffer, are ya?" Janie's low husky voice challenged. "She's supposed to be one hulluva fuck."
"Hey, Janie," Judy's tense little voice chimed, "let's get 'im up again. You suck his cock an' I'll work on his balls."
Before I could even give a reflex response, Judy's head plunged downward, burrowed deep beneath, and captured my right testicle with her mouth. She commenced suckling it with a rolling motion of mouth and tongue. A tingle surged, then died. Nuts! I pushed her away.
"OK, your little cunt needs to get fucked ... right? Fine! We'll do it my way. Sue, get your luscious ass over here. OK ... now roll over on your belly and spread those funky thighs ... ahhh ... yeah. OK, just relax while pappa does his thing. Judy! C'mere! On your hands and knees, baby; right alongside Sue. There! OK, Janie! Assume the same position on her other side ... right! Jesus, just lookit all that young ass 'n' cunt -lined up in close order ranks."
Carefully, I knelt between Sue's parted thighs. Curling my hands around each firm round thigh, I raised her ass up until she was on her knees. Her butt-cheeks were parted slightly exposing the crisp black tufts of her thick cunt hair. I pressed my limp cock against her wet labia. "OK, baby, reach back and play with it!" I ordered.
I felt eager nimble fingers clasp the soft length of my penis and squeeze it. Then, with a hoarse little moan, she kneaded, squeezed and pulled at it with eager urgency. "Wow ... ow wow, what a groovy rod ... c'mon, daddy ... get hard ... I need that big thing in my puss ... mmm."
"Patience, doll, just a little patience. I'll be with you before ya know it," I grunted.
As Sue worked on my limp cock, I reached out and clutched two soft bare asses on either side. Giving each set of butt-cheeks an affectionate squeeze, I slid my middle fingers into the moist clefts of two luscious butt-cheeks; burrowed downward until my fingertips encountered cunt-lips, then plunged both fingers deep into hot sticky vaginas.
"Wow," groaned Judy, and pushed her buttocks back against my probing finger. "Deeper, oh deeper," moaned Janie, opening and closing her hot sticky cunt around my finger.
Slowly at first, then faster I commenced plunging my fingers in and out of their two twitching twats in counter-rhythm. The feel of two hot young cunts made my cock tremble to life and begin to swell.
"Oh, oh yeah ... it's coming ... oh daddy, it's coming ... just a little more and...." urged Sue. Her fingers simply flew around the head of my cock, caressing the glans, the sensitive spot under the glans, and up and down the underside of the thickening phallus.
In seconds it had swelled to full erection, hard, long, and ready. Hoarsely I instructed Sue while I continued fingerfucking the other two girls' cunts without missing a stroke. "Press the head of my cock against your twat, baby! Rub it around in that lovely cunt-honey you got stored inside the lips. Yeah, yeah; that's it ... ohhh yeah; now roll it around ... good!!"
As I felt my cockhead being rolled around the hot wet vestibule of her eager cunt, I introduced two fingers into the thrashing sopping cunts of the other two. They both were so full of hot cunt-juices my two fingers slid in and out easily.
"Put it in Sue, baby ... now!" I grunted.
Eager fingers guided my cockhead into the hot sopping opening of her twat. With a savage lunge I buried my rigid member deep in her eager cunt.
"OHHH ... WOW!!" Sue groaned hoarsely, and lunged up and back against my lunge. Her entire body trembled as my cockhead plunged deeper. I felt my cockhead sink into the hot rubbery cushion of her cervix as she grunted her intense pleasure.
"Jesus! The head of that ... OHHH ... yes, yes ... now fuck me hard, poppa, fuck me to death ... mmm ... OH ... OH ... WOW!"
As my fingers whipped in and out of Judy and Janie with sharp piston-strokes, I commenced fucking Sue's cunt with long deep thrusts, pausing a split second on each backstroke. It drove her nuts. Her vagina rippled up and down the length of my plunging cock in spasms of wild delight.
My own sensations were mounting at a rapid pace. I could feel the hot surging cauldron of my semen gather at the base of my scrotum, ready to burst forth in a scalding flood. Caught up in the throes of the fuck, I withdrew my fingers from the other two twats and clutched Sue's flailing buttocks in a vise-like grip. My fingers sank deep into her succulent, massive buttcheeks and pulled her bouncing ass hard against my savage lunges.
A low hoarse voice sounded in my ear. "In her butt, daddy! She loves it ... ass-fuck 'er ... she comes unglued."
Swinging my face toward the voice, I saw Janie's blazing eyes and lust-contorted face. A small trickle of saliva ran down her chin from her twisted lips. She was tripped-out by the scene, but why not? A soft supple anus sounded wild!
Gazing downward, I paused a split second on my plunging outstroke, pulled Sue's trembling butt-cheeks wide apart, saw the brown, puckered ring of my target, and rammed my cock savagely into the direct center.
She shrieked in pain and surprise but the other two girls pinioned her firmly. "No way out, Sue, ole doll. Judy and Janie have always wanted to see you get it up the ole chocolate channel. Just relax, ya know damn well ya love it."
As my cockhead sank to the glans in her tight hot anus, she relaxed. My entire cock slid easily into the soft hot depths creating a wildly savage lust in my mind and body. I went wild. With savage ramming lunges I ass-fucked the depths of Sue's succulent core.
Within five seconds she commenced to moan and thrash around in the ecstasy of the anal fuck. My cock slithered in and out freely now, allowing me to roll my strokes. "Uhhh ... ohhh ... take it, baby! Up to the hilt ... OHHH GOD DAMN ... AHHGGH!"
My ejaculation spewed up the length of my plunging cock and burst like molten lava into the slick convulsing chamber of her asshole. She trembled, then shook, then began to spasm with wild gyrations as the anal orgasm welled up to a blinding surge of wild sensual waves and she came. "YEOWWW ... OHHH ... OOOWW ... DADDY...."
She collapsed forward in thrashing, twitching spasms as the orgasm racked her entire body. As she fell forward, my cock slithered out, dripping with gism.
I was spent, fucked-out, and flopped on my back to enjoy the residual waves of raw sensuality as they coursed through my trembling frame. God, I was beat, but my satisfaction was beyond description.
Rolling onto my stomach, I scanned the scene. Sue was still on her stomach. The soft mounds of her succulent butt-cheeks still trembled. Janie and Judy were squatting nearby and gazing in lustful awe at their companion. Judy spoke first.
"Janie, didja ever see the like? Even John "The Stud' didn't make her come that hard; wow!" Her eyes studied me as if seeing me in a new light. "Hey, daddy, how about joining our little group for food 'n' fun tonight."
"Jesus, that's really a great idea, Janie," chimed Judy.
I asked where they were camped. They pointed to a distant clump of palms about a mile down the beach. I pondered. I could use some food and the company of young, sexy cunt was certainly not to be downgraded. Perhaps I'd even find fresh cunt-meat. I agreed to join them later that evening. Sue, partially recovered, was helped to her feet by Judy and Janie. They headed toward their own campsite, young buttocks bobbing lasciviously with each step. They sure were sexy little twats. Christ, at that age I'd never even known what a cunt looked like. God, how times had changed-for the better, too!
That evening, under a full Florida moon, I found myself seated Indian-fashion beside a small campfire. It was a male fantasy come to life. Judy, Jane, Sue, and two other nubile girls sat around me, all cross-legged with their cunts fully exposed to my hot gaze. Billy Jo, a willowy blonde had been openly inspecting my genitals as we munched on hotdogs, chips, and pickles. Linda, a rather chubby girl, had been more covert. She had cast shy, quick glances at my crotch whenever she thought no one was watching.
Wiping mustard from her mouth with the back of her hand Billy Jo said, "Judy, honey, Vail sure found a real manly type for us to have over fo' dinah." Her southern accent just dripped with expectation. "Sho am glad y'all had your turn. Jus' hope ole honeypot Barbara don't get here, till mornin'."
Janie grinned. "What's the matter, honey-chile, can't stand the competition? Afraid Barbara would steal your fun?"
"Hmph ... her'n her big butt and those obscene knockers. Never could figure how a gentleman would prefer such a cow to the more delicate beauty of a truly feminine lady," Billy Jo retorted sulkily.
I didn't know who they were expounding on, but hoped she'd make the scene. And I could easily explain to Billy Jo why men liked big tits and good full ass. I was tempted to do just that but Judy broke in. "Cut the cat-talk. Let's turn on. Hey Ginny, break out the smokes." The chubby Ginny scrambled up, rummaged through a bag, and returned with a couple of packs of cigarettes. "Here, Judy. How about our guest?"
Judy turned and said, "How about daddy? A little pot won't hurtcha."
"Why not," I grinned, "it doesn't leave a hangover."
"Right-on," chirped Janie, handed me a roach, then passed one out to Billy Jo, Judy and Ginny.
Everybody lit up and took long drags. I had tried pot as a young man, so it held no surprises. The bittersweet, acrid taste stung my throat and made my eyes water a bit. In seconds the effect began to build. I felt high. Each move seemed like slow motion, and the naked young goddesses looked dream-like to my newly acquired state.
I don't remember how much later it was when I found it hard to distinguish their individual features, but slowly they all began to look a-like-naked, sexy, and ready to be sucked and fucked.
A hungry mouth was sucking my cock bringing it to full, hard erection. As if in a dream, I saw Billy Jo stand above my crotch, then squat until her young, almost hairless slit touched the tip of my cock. Her glazed eyes closed as she sank down, impaling herself on my organ. I felt my cock being enclosed by a hot, tight sheath of slippery flesh, then felt the sheath slide up and down the rigid column in rhythmic strokes. Her small, hard butt-cheeks flailed my thighs in a rapidly increasing tempo until, suddenly, she moaned hoarsely and rammed her cunt down with great force. A ripple within the sheath caressed my enveloped cock and she grunted in ecstasy the pleasure of her release. "UHHH ... OHHHH ... GAWD, WHAT A PROD!"
I hadn't reached orgasm. Vaguely, I recalled that pot prolonged ejaculation in the male.
With my shaft still coated with Billy Jo's juice, I saw it being drawn into a crevice between two large buttcheeks. It was drawn quickly into the tight slick clutches of a very tight young cunt-hole. Ginny's jollies took less than ten seconds. She bobbed up and down five or six times, quivered briefly and flopped away from my organ, sobbing with joy.
For a few moments I saw none of the young nymphs. At first I dreamily wondered if they had split, although I heard Judy's voice as if in the distance.
"Groovy, Barb! Glad ya could make the scene. Hey, check the stud we found. Wanna feel a really wild cock? Hey! You look so funny. What's the matter? Jesus, I know a cock don't bug you, baby, Christ, I remember you takin' on two atta time."
I raised myself on one elbow, rubbed my eyes and peered at the newcomer. She was a real knockout. Unlike the other girls she wore a skimpy bikini, but it only set off her fantastically voluptuous body.
In the flickering light of the campfire, I couldn't see her face clearly. To compound the problem, the pot had blurred my vision to the point where only vague details were discernible. But I could make out a dark, beautiful face, both sensual and sensitive. I felt I'd seen these features before, but couldn't remember where. I gave up and flopped back to enjoy the waves of delicious sensations produced by the weed! Faintly, I heard snatches of what seemed to be a heated discussion.
Judy's voice seemed startled. "You're kiddin'! I'll be damned. Here, take a couple of puffs ... it'll help."
"Hey," Janie's muffled, stoned-out voice exclaimed. "That's a gas; really way-out. What the fuck, honey, you got a chance we'll never have. Jesus, will wonders never cease?" She chuckled drunkenly and said something else, but I couldn't make it out. It was all garbled. Ye ole joy weed really had taken me in hand.
It seemed time stood still, and I couldn't have told you my own name at any given moment I was really flying, yet I was somehow aware of my body, my hands, legs, face, and that most important member, my cock. It stood rigid, and tall like a gleaming white tower of flesh reaching for the stars.
Gradually, a figure blended into misty focus. It was female and a lusty one at that. Something about the face was vaguely familiar, yet strange. Full ripe breasts popped into view as the wraith of heavenly female removed the skimpy bra. They bobbled heavily with dark taut nipples erect and protruding proudly from the perfect, meaty spheres of her tits. Long tapered fingers slid into the waistband of a brief bikini and slowly peeled it down over ripe, full hips. A proud, crisp tuft of crisp black pubic hair burst forth. It crowned the mound of the most succulent mons I'd ever seen.
For a moment she stood astraddle of my column, gazing down at me with an expression composed of one part tenderness, one part apprehension, and one part lust. Her eyes shone with lust beneath half-closed eyelids and her tongue licked her own lips in nervous anticipation. In the distance I heard Judy's strident voice: "Fuck him, baby, you'll never get a chance like this again in a million years. Suck 'im first, that's the best part. Believe me, honey, it'll be great"
The one part lust turned to two, and the glorious head and beautiful face descended to pay homage to my trembling, expectant organ. Before I knew it, a soft cascade of long, black, lustrous hair covered my belly, and a hot, warm tongue flicked the ridge of my swollen glans.
Like an expert whore, her tongue rolled around the bulging ridge of my cockhead. It snaked down the sensitive underside of my cock and burrowed under my swollen, taut balls, finally probing the base of my scrotum and the trigger spot between my anus and balls. Lovingly, yet savagely, the learned tongue swirled, licked, and probed my entire range of genital erogenous real estate.
My back arched in passion toward the fantastic, hot mouth. It rose, and poised above my cockhead; then, with a small animal-like moan, it opened wide and captured my cock with hot, moist, velvet lips. I lunged, driving my penis deep into the molten slick depths of this luscious mouth, pumping like crazy.
She whimpered, moaned, and sucked me with long, gliding strokes, opening her soft hot throat to take my entire member. Her face sank into my pubic thatch time and time again. The gism I had held back began to boil and surge in my scrotum. But no! I wanted to fuck this glorious cunt. My cock must be buried deep in her sweet, hot meat when I emptied my seed.
Grasping her head with both hands, I pushed her off my cock, and turned her onto her back. "Open those goddamned thighs, you fuckin' goddess. I'm gonna fuck your sweet, wild cunt and fill it with me."
"OHHH ... God! Judy! Janie! He's going to ... OHHH ... FUCK ... YES ... FUCK ME DADDY, FUCK ME DEEP! FUCK ME HARD ... I'M BETTER THAT WAY ... GIVE ME YOUR COCK DADDY ... FUCK ME!!!"
As her ripe, full thighs opened wide, I saw the rose-colored petals of a juice-soaked cunt open wide to receive my surging cock. It was then I realized it was Barbara, my daughter. Holy Mother of God!
Before I could pause, regain my senses, and break away, her strong, supple thighs locked around my hips. She locked her firm, long legs around my waist and gave a tremendous heave. My cock was already touching the vestibule of her cunt and the violent lunge of her movement sank the rigid length of my organ deep into the hot, molten vortex of her pulsing cunt, I lost all thoughts of propriety and commenced fucking her with plunging strokes. As my cock rammed deeper and deeper into Barbara's writhing hot sheath I felt the most mindbending sensations of raw lust roll through my entire body. I was fucking my own lovely daughter! God! And she wanted it as badly as I! The effect was electric.
"OHHH ... God, BABY! OHHH I LOVE YOUR CUNT, YOUR ASS, YOUR TITS ... FUCK DADDY ... FASTER BABY, FASTER ... OH JESUS...."
Her back arched high, and her pelvis bucked like a live thing gone wild as she moaned and shrieked her joy and passion. "Deeper, daddy ... OHHH ... YES! I'M WILD ... YOUR BIG COCK ... FT ... OHHH DADDY, HARDER ... FM ... OWWHHH GOD!!"
Her cunt muscles rippled in a series of strong spasms as her orgasm burst forth in savage strength.
I fucked her now with savage, ramming thrusts. My gism boiled up my plunging organ and shot deep into her bucketing cunt. One ... two ... three; a complete series of hot, gushing streams of semen shot deep into the vortex of her convulsing cunt. I groaned as my entire scrotum seemed to empty into my daughter's voracious, grasping valley of hot, writhing cunt-meat.
As it shot forth, waves of blinding lust and joy seared my brain and drained my senses. I must have fainted.
Before I lost consciousness, I heard an awed voice exclaim, "That's what I call one helluva fuck. Jesus!"
The next morning I awoke to find my daughter snuggled close to my body. She awoke as I moved.
"Hi," she said. Her tone was apprehensive.
"Hi, baby," I grinned. "Shit! If you can't find sexual release with your best friend...."
Relief flooded her gorgeous face. "I guess I got carried away, daddy. Oh, if you only knew how many times I...."
"I understand, baby, I understand. Now, let's you and me split to my camp and talk. I have a plan." She smiled at me with a warmth that made the sun feel cold in comparison, and we strolled hand in hand back to my campsite. The other young nymphs had packed and left, I assumed, because we were the only ones on the beach.
Over coffee and breakfast we talked. She had split from home soon after my own departure. It seemed Glenda, my bitch-wife, had turned to booze. She'd taken my leaving very hard, according to Babs. Robbie my son had attempted to soothe her, but it just made matters worse.
"How would you dig being a family again, dear?" I said.
"Daddy, you're kidding. You'd be an idiot after the way she treated you," Barbara cried.
"Maybe not, honey, maybe not. Now here's my idea." I spent the next hour outlining my plan. Although she was dubious, Barbara agreed to accompany me home. She was to play a key part in opening the lines of communications with Glenda, my estranged wife.
We arrived via air through the courtesy of Delta Airlines. I cooled my heels at the airport while Barbara played her role. Nearly two hours passed and I was beginning to think Barbara had failed. Then a page called my name over the airport speaker system. When I picked up the courtesy phone I wondered whose voice I would hear.
It was Glenda. "Chuck, I'm willing to try. Come on home." That was it. Well, I thought, at least she's willing to listen.
I arrived at our home around six. Barbara and Robbie had made themselves scarce.
After some tense small talk we finally got down to cases. "I understand you have a wild idea, Chuck," began Glenda..
"Yes, I do. And Barbara was right. To you it may sound really freaky," I began. "Do you remember how we met?"
She nodded, turning a little crimson as she thought about it. "You stumbled onto me while I was ... well, to use a vulgarism, giving John Diller a blow-job."
"Ah," I said, "just so! That's the point I hoped you'd remember. You were the hottest thing in panties when I first met you. It's true, Glenda. Admit it! You're a very sexy gal. Always have been. I know it and you know it, so let's don't belabor the point. Now! For a good many years you've used your sexuality as weapon against me. Why, I can well imagine, but that's all past.
"Now, an important question ... have you any desire to continue as a family?"
"Chuck, I ... well, I missed you. I love you very much but I don't think I can satisfy you totally; after all, I'm nearly thirty-nine," she replied. Her voice was filled with doubt.
"And I could never satisfy you, either. That's been our big problem. You and I are very horny people. Let's face it, we need variety. Now, we can get it separately or together. How would you prefer it?"
"Together, Chuck, but how...?" she stammered.
"First we absolutely MUST get rid of any feelings of jealousy. Can you manage that?" I asked.
"You're suggesting we have affairs?"
"No. I'm suggesting we become ourselves. We are both completely sexual people. Thus, I suggest we let ourselves go and really be ourselves. Why not try swinging? Other couples have done it, and saved their marriage in the process. Love is one thing; sex is quite another," I paused. It was a critical time, a crucial moment.
Time seemed to stand still. Finally Glenda heaved a great sigh. "Chuck, I'll try anything. Maybe you're right. In any case, I do know I have resented bitterly your easy access to other women while I was stuck at home. Would you believe I tried to seduce the mailman?"
For the next two weeks we fucked at night and placed ads in the L.A. Free Press. Finally we weeded out the weirdo replies and decided to accept an invitation to a small gathering of couples in the San Fernando Valley, Friday evening.
At my suggestion, we told the kids we were going to see a marriage counselor for the evening. Barbara played along, but winked at me as she kissed me goodbye. "Have fun," she giggled, and let her hand give my crotch a quick squeeze. She certainly wasn't going to let Florida be our last fuck and this was her way of warning me. Soon I'd have her in my bed again, one way or another.
As we wound our way over the old Sepulveda Road toward the Valley, Glenda began to show the first signs of nervousness.
"Somehow it seems insane. Here I am with the man I married rushing to an appointment for the sole purpose of getting fucked by a complete stranger ... while my husband looks on and fucks another complete stranger." Her voice trembled and anxiety showed in every line of her voluptuous body. "God, what a woman will go through to save her marriage."
"What marriage?" I asked calmly, although my anger was just beneath the surface. "If you mean that scrap of paper with our wedding date and city clerk's stamp on it...."
"Oh for chrissake, Chuck Pm going, aren't I?" she sighed vehemently.
I pulled the car over to the side and cut the motor. "Now Glenda, you had better hear this and hear it good, cause I won't repeat it Otherwise I turn us around, you don't get fucked, I don't get fucked, and I take off tonight. I'm not forcing you to live as I believe.
"If you want to lock your crotch, find some male android to simper and whine at your knees for a little sniff of your cunt every month or so; fine. It's a free country-that includes me. Being free, I don't intend to live from here to impotent old age without all the sex I can handle with everyone who will accept my cock."
"I know, I know ... that...." she stammered.
"Shut up and listen," I snapped. "Sexual freedom is just as basic as free speech. As the great expert on psychology I'm very sure you are well aware that human beings are BORN sexual. Now, just because a bunch of frozen cunts in Queen Victoria's era decided that thing between their legs made a good club with which to blackmail, coerce, and manipulate the male animal is no reason I have to conform to such cruel stupidity. You wanna pee out of it and let it atrophy, be my guest, but not at my expense. Now, is that perfectly clear, or are there any questions?"
For a full minute she was silent; only her eyes flickered as she studied my face. For the first time in our married life she was beginning to understand I could really mean something, not just say it. "Maybe you're right, honey, maybe you're right God knows I'm not a cold fish. We'll give it a whirl. Who knows, I might enjoy it. I haven't had a strange penis inside of me for a long time."
by the time we arrived at our destination Glenda had relaxed. In fact, I think she was even experiencing a mild excitement from the anticipated activities ahead. She was certainly correct about not being cold. While dating, she had fucked like a goddamn mink. Furthermore, she could have taught an experienced whore a few tricks when she got warmed up.
We pulled up to a modest, well kept house in a middle-income neighborhood. In answer to my push on the doorbell, a handsome, well built man opened the door.
His smile flashed warmly. "Oh, you must be Glenda and Chuck. Hank's my name," he greeted us in a deep warm voice. His hair was well groomed, with just a touch of gray here and there. His flashing blue eyes surveyed Glenda boldly. "Great-lookin' gal, Chuck, a real beaut. C'mon in. I'll call Doris. As you can see we were having our evening swim."
Glenda's eyes had already scanned the generous bulge beneath the skimpy swim trunks. Her blush told me she was impressed and intrigued. As we followed Hank through the living room Glenda's gaze seemed glued to his small, compact buttocks and strong wide shoulders.
I leaned forward and whispered, "See, doll, it could be you lucked-out. Quite a hunk of guy, isn't he?"
"Oh, Chuck!" she commenced, then smiled a bit "Well, as you say, not bad for a start. You're right; he's a good-lookin' hunk of male." Her cheeks were flushed and for the first time in many years I discerned a gleam of lust in her eyes. My little wifey was turned on.
Hank led us through a large family room toward the back of the plushly furnished house. It contained a large, well stocked bar, a central circular fireplace, around which were scattered enormous multicolored cushions. The only real furniture in the room consisted of bar stools and a low circular coffee table.
Hank paused as he noted my survey of the room.
"Furniture just clutters up this kind of playroom, Chuck," he said with a pointed leer. "Kinda inhibits the natural vibrations of a party, if ya know what I mean."
I knew, and approved. If you can get a female into a horizontal position, a few drinks do the rest.
As we proceeded, we stepped through the open arcadia doors onto a large patio. A beautiful olympic-size pool adjoined it and several people were splashing about shrieking and laughing. Two were female, two male. Sitting with her legs dangling in the water and her back to us was another female. Actually her back was obscured by a glistening mantle of long, thick, golden hair.
As we approached Hank yelled out, "Hey, Doris! Our guests are here. C'mon, babe, see what pappa brought you."
The mane of golden hair swirled like spun gold as the head of the woman snapped around in response to the statement. A pair of sparkling blue eyes gazed directly into mine for a split-second, then shifted to gaze at Glenda. As she examined Glenda's assets she rose lithely and turned. I thought Glenda would crap. The beautiful blonde was stark naked.
"Jesus!" I exclaimed.
Glenda turned and snapped, "What's the matter, honey? You act like yu never saw a cunt before." Turning to Hank she continued. "How come you got all the modesty in the family? Or, don't you believe in equal rights? I'm not gonna stand around here fully clothed while my husband ogles naked women. Where do I undress?"
Hank came over and took her by the arm. "Pardon us, all, I'll show Glenda to the dressing-room." He guided my irate wife into the house, chatting and joshing as he went.
Meanwhile I hadn't taken my eyes off the glorious goddess who now swayed provocatively toward me. Her full breasts rolled gently as she approached, and the rounded, smooth expanse of her tan belly rippled with each step. A burst of white-gold pubic hair atop her mons veneris glistened as the last rays of the sun struck the crisp golden hairs. As she stopped in front of me I looked back up in her face. "Hi," I grinned. "My name's Chuck. Yours must be Doris."
Her blue eyes sparkled mischievously and her full, sensual lips parted in a sexy smile. "What's the difference, honey, you probably won't be around long enough to get acquainted anyway." As she said it, she snaked her arms around my neck and pressed the full length of her voluptuous nakedness against me. "Soft, meaty breasts flattened against my chest, and the firm mound of her mons pressed hard against the bulge at my crotch.
Instantly my cock hardened. In response, she covered my mouth with her soft, lush lips, thrust her pelvis sharply against my swollen cock, and plunged her hot tongue deep into my mouth. I felt a surge of lust sweep my loins and started to embrace her, but she sprang lithely backwards.
"No, honey, not unless you stay. I just wanted to see if you were all man," she said tauntingly. With that, she plunged back into the pool. As she dove I saw a quick flash of two pink labia between the lush butt-cheeks, just below her anus. I knew I had to enjoy the slick hotness of those lips before the evening was over. If Glenda went home, she'd go alone.
My prurient thoughts were interrupted by a low whistle of appreciation from one of the men in the pool, a blond, rugged-looking guy. He was staring past me toward the house.
I turned to see what was causing his expression of delight. For one fleeting fragment of a second I didn't recognize the naked lady. My mind must have been momentarily stunned by the impact of her dazzling yet animal-like sensuality. But, without a doubt, it was Glenda.
Memories of our dating days flooded my mind. The hot, feverish bouts in motels, on the beach, in the car. God, how I remembered. I'd never imagined, in those days, a female could act like such an animal of lust Now it all came back.
The years had dealt her a winning hand. Her black lustrous hair swayed around softly rounded bare shoulders. The rolling motion of full breasts made the dark aureoles and large nipples dance about with erotic abandon. Her narrow waist and flat stomach flared perfectly into a creamy smooth expanse of soft belly and perfectly molded hips. Couched between ripe rounded thighs, a dark, thick triangle of crisp pubic hair swayed invitingly with each step she took.
"Any objections?" she asked huskily, looking at me with that sultry look I hadn't seen for many years.
"Only one. You've given me a hard-on, and made me realize how many years you've cheated me out of the sexiest, funkiest cunt in the whole world. Jesus, baby, I may come without even touching you."
She threw her head back and laughed; a low, husky laugh bubbling like dark, heady wine from soft, full lips like a slowly building orgasm. "Not tonight, hubby dear. Tonight we do it your way. You can fuck anyone but me, and vice versa, doll. Jesus, that Hank can be a convincing sonovabitch. I'm already hot from his suggestions. He's hung like a bull. See ya, babe, mama's gonna rip it off."
With a sudden lunge she clutched my crotch, squeezed, then ran to the pool and dove in.
"Chuck!" It was Hank, the host bull. "I hope I did right. You did want her to get with it, didn't you?"
"Yeah, yeah, I s-i did," I answered wryly, "but I didn't ask you to turn her into a fuckin' nympho. Jesus, man, what in the name of God did you do, feed her a Spanish Fly?"
Hank just chuckled and shook his handsome head. "Just a little psychological trickery, Chuck. Actually, Doris should have the credit. She clued me soon after we decided to become swingers, also her idea, I might add." He paused, took a long swig of his highball, then continued. "Most women are very competitive. Our national output in house-goods, clothes, cars, etc., etc., are the proof. It's the women who want the status symbols, ole cock, not the male. Women just can't stand to refuse a challenge. They must show each other who's better, whose possessions are better, and so on.
"While I was showing her the dressing room, I detoured and showed her my private collection of porno pictures of me and Doris. I casually extolled my wife's proficiency in the sack and stated emphatically no woman alive could match Doris in the sex department."
"You no-good bastard," I chuckled, "you really are a devious sonovabitch. 'very clever."
"No, like I said, it's Doris who should have all the credit. Her little plan has worked about ninety-nine percent of the time. Glenda just reacted normally; she accepted the implicit challenge-well, you saw the result. Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I'll reap the rewards of my labors." He set his highball down, and hit the pool in a clean dive. He surfaced next to Glenda who was giggling and playfully trading feelies with the big blond guy on the far side of the pool.
"Hey, big fella," a husky voice hissed to my right "You're overdressed for this shindig. What's that problem? Does it self-destruct when exposed?"
It was Doris, damply glistening from the pool. She embraced me from behind. My buttocks felt the hard roundness of her mons pressing sensually with slow, rolling thrusts. Before I could answer, a supple hand slid into my waistband, snaked down to my shorts, and slithered inside. Hot, firm fingers closed hungrily around my cock and began squeezing, fondling and caressing.
"Mmmmm ... such a lovely, lovely tool. Oh my, I do believe it's alive and growing. Ah! Just as I thought, like a goddamned bull. About nine inches I'd say." Her voice had now slipped down one more register and was thick with desire. She really loved cock-probably some more than others but still....
"Come on, baby, let's get onto that patch of grass over there," I said. "I'll show you what it looks like."
We ambled over to the grassy patch at the edge of the house. It was partially obscured from the pool and barely out of the light. I commenced unbuttoning my pants.
"No, lover, let me. I always love undoing surprise packages," Doris pleaded. She dropped to her knees in front of me so sharply her succulent, full tits bounced and jiggled from the movement. She sure had a fine pair of melons, even better than Glenda's.
With a quick, deft movement she unzipped my fly, peeled my slacks down, and parted the slit in my jockey shorts. My throbbing cock sprang out like a striking cobra, rigid, pulsing and ready.
"OHHH ... God!" Doris exclaimed. "It's ... it's so beautiful, big, and oh so hard." Her fingers clasped the pulsing shaft and caressed it with careful, slow "finger motions, as if fondling an art treasure. A hot well of sensation made my thighs twitch. Then my tight, swollen testicles were enclosed in a grip of clutching, knowing fingers. "Oh, baby, you got balls like a bull ... mmmm ... I just love big hard balls...."
She pushed me down onto the soft grassy turf with her free hand, then knelt between my thighs. Her large, firm breasts hung from her heaving rib-cage like ripe, succulent melons of lush flesh. Her long silken hair settled over my crotch like a golden curtain, obscuring her oral activities with my throbbing genitals.
Suddenly, my cockhead was enveloped by a wet, hot mouth. Her tongue -rimmed my swollen glans, slowly, hungrily, and made the hot, feverish sensation in my loins flare to searing lust. My thigh muscles twitched with desire as her mouth glided up, down, up, down the hard length of my cock. I felt the tip of my cock touch the back of her throat as she ingested the entire shaft, then began pumping up and down with wanton, urgent strokes. She paused every other stroke at the head of my cock to roll her soft hot tongue around the ridge of my glans. Her nimble fingers fondled my engorged testicles in counterpoint rhythm to her voracious sucking.
Her breathing was raspy and uneven and she was beginning to shudder with pleasure derived from eating my cock. So far I hadn't touched her body. Now I reached out and cupped one magnificent tit in each hand. Her body jerked with pleasure. I squeezed the lush softness of those succulent melons with an almost vicious lust. Beneath my palms I felt her nipples grow erect and taut.
"Suck ... ohhh ... yeah. Faster ... yeah, yeah! Jesus, don't ... uhhh ... oh baby, baby, I'm gonna come a bucket ... now ... now! AHHHGGGHHH!"
Her mouth was a writhing cunt, whipping up and down my surging cock. Her head was a blur of pumping, pistoning gold as she brought forth the hot gushing geyser of white boiling gism from the depths of my scrotum. It burst into the voracious hot cavern of her hungry mouth in a series of violent spurts. My back arched sharply as the white, blinding surge of animal lust rolled through my brain in waves of exquisite pleasure. She milked every last drop from my tool. Even as it grew limp from sated exhaustion, her hot tongue and lips licked, sucked, and lapped up any last remaining drops of my semen. Hazily, I saw her release my wet saliva-covered phallus and hover over me. Her eyes were half-closed and still smoky with lust.
"Chuck, baby, you got the most delicious cock I've tasted for many moons, and the hottest gism I ever swallowed. Any gal who misses sucking your cock is an idiot. You know, of course, I came twice before you did."
"You shuddered from head to toe when that luscious pussy had an orgasm. I couldn't very well miss the signs. How does it feel to come without a cock inside?"
"Well, not as good as with," she chuckled, "which brings me to that very subject. I need to be cock fucked before the feeling goes away, lover."
"Gimme two seconds, and I'll fuck you to death, doll," I replied. "While I recover, let's find out what's with the crowd."
She chuckled derisively and said," You mean is my husband fucking your wife? Okay, let's investigate." She rose and pulled me up. "If I know Hank he's got her in our little playroom. C'mon." Taking my hand she led the way.
As we stepped through the open arcadia doors all we heard was heavy breathing and soft, urgent sex sounds. The room was dark except for a soft glow from a large candle.
"On your hands and knees, lover," Doris murmured, "we don't wanna step into any open cunt-holes." Her sense of humor was certainly original, but she was right, a foot in some guy's balls, on a breast, or some other object, could be pretty bad.
In the dim candle glow, I made out a pair of white buttocks surging up and down with a slow, measured rhythm. As I crawled closer I heard the squish, slurp of a cock slithering in and out of a wet, hot cunt. Soft moans and fuck words also became audible.
"Oh ... oh ... yes, yes ... fuck, fuck ... fuck me, Rick ... mmm ... that hard cock is ... oh, oh ... deeper ... yes, yes, yes."
It wasn't Glenda's voice, but I remembered that Rick was the blond guy. I hadn't even been allowed a chance to get a clear look at the other guy and the other two women in the pool. Well, the evening was young yet. Just the same I couldn't resist a quick feel of the recipient of Rick's thrusting cock. Softly, I ran my fingers along the inside of her smooth, velvety, wide-spread thigh.
It was wet with sweat, so my fingers slid easily. I groped until my fingertips encountered hair. Then I felt the pumping phallus as it entered and pulled out of the slick, hot cunt-hole. I felt hot balls slapping my fingers as Rick rammed deep with each instroke. The sensation was wild. My cock swelled to steel-hard erection. As a parting gesture, I probed down and found the soft puckered anal opening. Lightly, I stroked around the opening as her as bucked and rolled with the fuck. She responded with delight, thinking it was Rick's caress.
"OHHHH ... God, honey ... yes ... fuck my ass ... plow that thing up my ... I've never ... ohhhhhh...."
I left, wondering if he would try it. As I crawled onward, behind Doris, I suddenly bumped my face into the soft, lush meatiness of her butt-cheeks. She had stopped suddenly. A strong, pungent odor assailed my nose. I groped and found her butt. The aroma was from her open cunt. My cock began to tremble with renewed lust.
"Chuck. Look what I found," she whispered softly.
Slightly ahead, and to the right were another couple. She was astraddle his head as he lay supine on his back. Back of her, gleaming in the soft glow of the candle, his enormous cock stood erect and rigid from his loins.
It was Glenda and Hank.
Her head was snapping around in wild abandoned motions while her hips rolled, bucked, and thrust back and forth in sharp, frantic gyration. Hank's head was completely hidden by her thighs and buttocks.
Quickly I whispered in Doris' ear. She nodded in agreement. "Oh yes, lover, yes ... a really wild idea. Follow me."
She crawled over to Hank's widespread, bucking legs and leaned down. I heard her mouth close over his erect cock with a juicy slurp. His only reaction was a moan of pleasure. Glenda paid no attention. She was too engrossed in her own sensations of delight being administered by Hank's tongue.
As Doris' head commenced to move up and down over Hank's cock, I placed myself directly behind her and let the tip of my cock brush the cleft in her lush butt-cheeks.
At the first touch she spread her legs apart to give me full access to her ass. I placed one hand on each of her full, meaty butt-cheeks and guided the tip of my prick between the moist, hot inner cheeks.
Releasing her cheeks, I allowed them to close over my shaft. Gently and slowly, guiding my cock with one hand, I stroked the area between her cunt and asshole with my bulging cockhead. She shuddered and spread herself wider. As I rubbed up and down her crack, my cockhead began to pick up the oozing cunt-honey from her hot, hair-covered labia. She was shuddering and trembling with want and lust from her suckling and my cock caresses.
I pulled back a bit, and thrust two fingers between her trembling cheeks. As my fingertips encountered the sopping hot rim of her swollen labia, she jerked with pleasure and pushed backward, engulfing my fingers with her quivering molten sheath. She was so juicy, she dripped. As I thrust deeper, my fingertips found the taut, pulsing bud of her clitoris. It was slick and creamy with cunt-honey. I rolled it around and around under my fingertips, pressing it gently forward as I caressed. She moaned with delight and began rotating her mons in rhythm to my finger actions. As I pleasured her this way for several minutes, Glenda's gyrations had become wilder and wilder. Her head snapped back and forth like a black whip and she was grunting and moaning her lust and pleasure.
"Hank ... oh God ... your tongue ... like a snake ... on my clit ... ohhh YESSS ... flick it faster ... tongue my hole ... OHHH ... YES ... YES ... twist ... twist it ... AHHH ... eat me, you big fuckin' full ... tongue lash my cunt ... suck my juice ... make me ... ohhhh God more ... more!!"
The sight of her twisting back, lush buttocks pounding hard against another man's lashing tongue, and uttering the ultimate delight she felt, made me go wild with lust.
I reared back, guided my rigid cock between Doris' rolling buttocks and rammed it deep into the hot, juicy depths of her wide open cunt. I opened her hot moist butt-cheeks wide to get maximum penetration and lunged even deeper into the slick, juicy depths. I felt my throbbing cockhead bore into the soft cushion of her uterus and knew I was all the way home.
Again she shuddered violently. Her vaginal muscles rippled like giant fingers around my pulsing prick and then released. With long, deep strokes I commenced fucking her with all my prowess. Her cunt muscles grasped, released, then clasped again as I plunged in and out of the hot, slick maw of her cunt. Her ass rolled, and thrust backward against my savage lunges with equal viciousness. She was an animal when she fucked. All the civilized veneer disappeared. She was raw, primitive, and completely lost in a sea of lust, yet she didn't miss a stroke with her mouth on Hank's cock.
Her cunt began to convulse with quick, hard spasms and I knew she was seconds from an enormous orgasm. The knowledge triggered my own building surge of lust. I plowed her deeper and more savagely with each plunging stroke and my fingers were buried deep in the meat of her butt-cheeks.
Suddenly, Glenda shrieked with lust and pressed her cunt down against Hank's face with a shuddering violent thrust.
"OHHH ... MY ... GOD ... I'M COMINGGG ... OOOWWH ... YEESSS ... AHHHHGG!!"
Hank's body arched upward with a powerful heave and his pelvis jerked rapidly as his gism erupted into Doris' mouth. "Take it, honey, take it ALL, OHHH GAWD!!"
Doris clamped her thighs together and her vagina convulsed like a thing gone wild as her orgasm caught her entire being in a rippling wave of blinding sensation.
My geyser of hot white semen gushed into the depths of her writhing cunt, filling it to overflowing as I gasped, shuddered, and let myself go with the blinding, white, searing tide of my own thundering orgasm. "TAKE IT ... ALL OF IT ... YOU FUNKY, HOT, JUICY CUNT ... AAAHHHH"
Like thick bullets, I shot my gobs of hot gism into her core in a series of erupting spasms. As the last spurt was swallowed by her convulsing cunt, I fell forward, trembling with sated pleasure.
Several moments later, my cock slid out of her cunt, covered with our mutual juices. I opened my eyes and looked directly into Glenda's gaze. She lay alongside Hank. Her eyes smoldered with lust and satisfaction.
"Darlin'," she said huskily, "you were right about a new lifestyle. You are hereby duly informed: I'm a swingin', fuckin', suckin' wife."
CHAPTER NINE
For several weeks my new swinging wife and I frequented parties at Hank and Doris' house nearly half a dozen times. Each time Glenda gathered more momentum in our new lifestyle. At the last two parties she had widened her vistas by pleasuring other women and accepting the same from them.
"My God, Chuck," she exclaimed after the first such encounter, "I don't feel one bit lesbian, but I sure dig Doris eatin' my pussy. I came twice in five minutes."
"You don't have to be lesbian to enjoy a good tongue-fuck, baby," I replied.
Meanwhile, we had completely ignored our kids. It was Glenda who first mentioned our neglect. "Chuck, we had better turn some of our attention toward home," she announced one evening. We had just finished a delightful session with Hank and Doris and were driving homeward. It was nearly midnight and I couldn't imagine what prompted her abrupt statement
"Hey, baby, why all of the sudden mother instinct?"
"Don't snicker, you ole cocksman, my instincts are getting very sharp. Besides, Barbara's at that ripe age where she wants to use that equipment between her luscious thighs, or hadn't you noticed?"
"I'd be a liar if I denied it; she's a real beaut and sexy as Racquel Welch. And don't forget Robbie, mama dear. Have you ever seen him in the buff? He's pretty well endowed for seventeen, ole puss."
"Really?" Her voice was soft, contemplative. I suddenly realized she hadn't thought of him without diapers for many years. God help sons from their mothers when they pass ten years old.
"Yes, really."
"Hmmmmm."
I couldn't quite interpret the "hmmmm," but I thought it had slightly sensual overtones.
We glided into our driveway quietly and went into the house the same way. Even though we were home nearly two hours earlier than usual when we went to Hank's, we still didn't want to disturb Barb and Robbie. We had two reasons. Primarily we had thus far avoided any embarrassing questions from our kids about our sudden round of nocturnal activities.
As we passed through the living room we heard voices. They came from our family room next to the patio. A light came from the door which was slightly ajar.
Glenda was about to call out, but I motioned her to be quiet. Then I guided us over to the partially open door. Robbie's voice was husky with awe.
"Gosh, Barb. I ... well, I never realized how beautiful you were. Boy, you really got a groovy bod .-.. even better than moth ... anybody's."
"Rob?" Barbara exclaimed. "Why you little devil, you've been peeping at mother. How? When? C'mon, little brother, I won't tell."
"Well," Robbie began reluctantly, "I came home from school early one day. She was changing clothes after her shower. Her bedroom door was open-so I looked."
"Made your cock hard, I bet. Cmon, admit it!" Barb coaxed. "Well, that's interesting. Stand up!"
"Why?" Robbie asked in a strained voice.
"What's the matter, dear, are you afraid your sister will see your hard-on? I know you have one. With me prancing around naked, it's a cinch. Why do you think I got skinny in front of you? Just to brag, or show off? Well, the truth is, I'm so horny I nearly come in my pantyhose just lookin' at you. I know all about your love muscle, Robbie. I've watched you in the bathroom jacking off every night. Oh God, I came every time you pumped that big gorgeous, thick cock. Tonight I decided to put it to work on what it was meant for, little brother-a real, live, hot, twitching twat!" Her voice was low and husky and her breathing was faster than normal.
Glenda was as fascinated as I by the scene between our two children. She slipped her hand into mine automatically; something we had established during our courting days when our emotional level reached a certain point. She whispered urgently in my ear. "Chuck, incest ... I don't think...."
"She's on the pill, doll. I know. I saw your bill from Doc Harris," I murmured softly in reply. "Other than babies, how could a little friendly fuck hurt a sister and brother? Christ, it's as common as the cold ... shhh. You're about to see your son become a man." I pulled her close and in front of me. I was taller and she deserved a front seat. After all, unknown to her, I'd already tasted Barbara's sweet juicy meat, so I wanted her to get a front seat with her son's first fuck. At least, I hoped it was.
Meanwhile Robbie stood defiantly in front of his naked, luscious sister. Her black hair hung down to her waist and the firm, succulent swell of her large meaty breasts stood out from her magnificent torso like ripe fruit. The nipples were erect with arousal. Her eyes bored down at Robbie's bulging crotch like a laser.
Suddenly she dropped to her knees in front of him, breasts hobbling from the motion. With eager but nimble fingers she located the zipper-tab under the fly-flap and pulled. Robbie gasped at her sudden move, but didn't move. He was transfixed by the situation. At his feet, his shockingly beautiful sister knelt, completely naked, peeling off his snugly fitted jeans. He knew she was seeking his pulsing penis, but his mind boggled at anything past that point.
I'd never really noticed before, but my son was extremely well built.
Long muscled legs and thighs joined a narrow waisted, flat-stomached torso which flared upward to heavy, smoothly muscled shoulders and deep chest. He was handsome also, with thick sensual lips, dark heavily browed eyes, and a thick head of raven black hair.
Still kneeling, Barb peeled his jeans down, exposing jockey shorts which exhibited an enormous bulge. Her eyes widened as she stared in amazement at the bulge. Then, without another second of hesitation, she slipped her long tapered fingers over the waistband and peeled the shorts down.
"Oh my God!" she gasped, "it's, it's ... gorgeous."
Loosed from the confining shorts, his splendid cock sprang out a full nine inches hard, thick, and pulsing with lust and power. The red, large-knobbed head was pulsing within an inch of her mouth. Beneath the magnificent rod, two large swollen testicles hung with quiet majesty. My son was hung like a fuckin' bull, almost as big as his old man.
"Jesus!" Glenda's fingers squeezed my hand hard. "I can't believe it, Chuck. Did I make that magnificent cock?" Her breathing was suddenly faster, and the palm of her hand was moist with nervous perspiration. She was turned-on.
"No," I whispered, "it was a mutual project, doll. Quite a stud, wouldn't you say?" As I spoke I slipped my left hand under her short miniskirt, forced my fingers into the soft moist cleft of her butt-cheeks, and clutched the hair-covered labia just forward of her ass hole. She was sopping and sticky with juice. I sighed with relief. It was going to be fine. Glenda would indeed fuck her son; thus once again I could experience the wild, animal ecstasy of my daughter's ripe, luscious cunt without fear of reprisal.
That daughter was now caressing the hard white shaft of her brother's enormous young cock. Her fingertips flickered lightly over the red knob of his cockhead, down the pulsing length of its thick shaft, and under the heavy, swollen globes of his balls.
Her fingers clutched them fondly, squeezed, fondled and kneaded them with raw lustful pleasure.
"Oh Jesus, sis, ohhh ... boy! Does that ever ... ohhh God ... don't stop ... more, more ... oh yeah ... yeah." Robbie was in pure heaven and small beads of seminal fluid oozed from the small hole in the tip of his bulging cockhead.
Slowly and expertly, Barb gathered these drops, smeared them over his cockhead and shaft. Then she grasped his shaft and commenced pumping up and down. The fluid acted as a lubricant, and her fist glided smoothly up and down, up and down, up and down. The girl knew how to jack off a good hard cock.
Faster and faster she pumped, watching Robbie's face all the time. His eyes were closed, teeth clenched, and face contorted with exquisite lust. "Ohhh ... God ... OHHH ... faster Barb, faster ... I'm-" His moans matched the twitch and lunge of his pelvis.
With another swift motion Barb grabbed his flailing balls and squeezed. In the same motion she lunged with her head, captured the slick, pulsing cockhead in her mouth just as he ejaculated with a powerful thrust.
"OWWW ... GOD YESSS ... AHHHGGH!" He shrieked as the hot seed erupted like a volcano from the depths of his tortured scrotum.
Barb's mouth sealed off escape and she ingested each thick, molten glob of his gism with hungry lust. She shuddered violently as each spasm racked Robbie's frame, and she too came and came in a series of multiple orgasms.
She held his cock in her mouth for a full minute, draining every last drop from his core. Finally, she loosed it, and it slithered from her lush gjsm-covered lips like a glistening rope of flesh.
Robbie fell to his knees in front of her gasping, and trembling. Her eyes gazed at him beneath half-closed, long-lashed lids. They smouldered with raw, animal lust
"Oh, little brother, you come like a fuckin' geyser from that gorgeous, big, hard cock. Yum yum," she grunted huskily and licked her full lips with savor. "You taste funky, kinda rich and salty. And now I'm gonna give you five minutes, not one second more, then I'm gonna have that beautiful, big, thick prick deep inside my cunt OHHH ... God how I ache for that thing to be inside me- ... OH!" She was sitting cross-legged on the carpet and her right index finger was buried deep in the crisp pubic thicket. She was fingering herself slowly, with the open, flagrant lust of a bitch in high heat.
In less than five minutes Robbie's cock rose to hard erection-watching a funky, hot girl fingerfuck herself does wonders for a man's powers of recovery.
"Lie on your back, my delicious stud, let sister make you ready to fuck her," commanded Barb.
He complied and she knelt down between his widespread thighs and captured his newly rigid phallus in her mouth once more. Slowly, and with tantalizing strokes, she began sucking and pumping, her head bobbing lustfully up and down.
The view she presented to my eyes was a real cock stiffener. Her rear was facing me, and the ripe fullness of her butt-cheeks made my already hard cock pulse with lust and desire. Then she adjusted her knees further apart, and couched at the base of those full ripe mounds, a pair of ruby-red labia peeked through the thick, crisp hair of her cunt.
I pulled Glenda back a bit. "Well? Are we going to just stand here and come in our pants or...."
Glenda was actually panting from desire. The scene erased all sense of inhibition. Her eyes were glittering with lust and want. It was a tremendous moment of truth for my funky, swinging wife.
Her voice was husky and trembling. "I can't help myself, Chuck. I've got to have that fantastic thing in my pussy. Can it possibly hurt our situation? Will they accept-well-incest?"
I grinned and replied. "Not if we don't mention the word."
She squeezed my hand and we both disrobed. The moment had to be just right so I looked back into the room carefully. As I studied progress, Glenda placed my hand on her crotch. It was sopping. She was ready.
On the floor, Robbie's body writhed and bucked under Barbara's voracious suckling and he was completely captive in the searing grip of lust. His head was snapping from side to side in unbounded pleasure.
"Now," I whispered to Glenda. "I'll take Barbara from behind, you cover Robbie's mouth with that delicious cunt of yours. He won't know what hit him."
We entered the room. I dropped behind Barbara's rotating, upthrust buttocks. Glenda planted both feet astraddle her son's flailing head and squatted. Her thick labia opened wide and enclosed his mouth, nose, and chin. Simultaneously, I parted Barbara's sweat-covered butt-cheeks, guided my bulging cockhead into the slick cleft and rammed it into the juicy, hot furrow of her cunt lips. Before she could stop her vicious pumping-suckling, I bent forward and hoarsely apprised her of the situation.
"Don't stop, baby! It's me. Your mother's astraddle Rob's mouth. Just keep goin'."
She was one cool cunt. Although surprised, she never missed a stroke on his throbbing cock. Her only response was a quick squeeze on my cock with her strong vaginal muscles.
Immediately, she began to move with me, back and forth against the long, slow thrusts of my cock as I fucked her from the rear. Deeper, and harder, I rammed my rod into the slick, writhing sheath of my daughter's creamy hot cunt.
As I rocked back and forth, I saw Robbie's hands clutching Glenda's gyrating buttocks pulling her downward harder and harder. I could imagine how he was trying to penetrate deeper and deeper into that fantastic sheath of pure lust with his tongue.
Finally he could stand it no longer. He rolled to the side, dislodging Barbara's mouth, pushed Glenda onto her back, and lunged downward between her welcoming thighs. She arched swiftly as he lunged. A sharp smack of pelvis against pelvis told me he was buried deep in his mother's cunt.
Then he opened his eyes. "Mother!! OHHH ... GOD ... I ... JESUS!" It was too late.
Glenda locked her thighs and legs around his waist and pulled him down.
"Fuck me, baby, fucking hard and long, my young stallion. Fuck mama till she bursts ... OHHH ... YES DEAR ... YESSS ... AHHH ... DEEPER BABY ... OHH YES!!"
He plunged, bucked, and rammed like a wild animal. His enormous cock plunged in and out of her hot, clutching cunt-hole like a flesh piston. "OHH ... GOD ... MAMA ... MAMA ... I'LL FUCK YOU LIKE DADDY NEVER ... AHHHH ... SO GOOD ... NOWWW." Then he shuddered and came with a flood of hot. heavy gism, deep into Glenda's hot cavern.
"Oh God! MY BABY!" she cried, and shuddered as she went into orgasm.
Barbara's cunt was starting to open and close around my pumping cock with a rippling, shuddering intensity.
The supple, hot walls of her cunt triggered the nerve in my scrotum.
In a hot geyser, my seed gushed into the writhing recesses of her cunt as she moaned with wild abandon the pleasure of her own shuddering orgasm.
"Fuck ... fuck me, daddy ... OHHH ... DEEPER ... COME! COME! OHHH ... YES ... THAT'S IT ... FILL ME WITH IT ... AHHHGH!"
Her cunt muscles milked me dry, then released my still rigid cock. It slid out of her sopping, lush cunthole covered with semen and cunt-honey. She was a really wild fuck.
Glenda was the first to speak.
"Well, I can't speak for anyone else in the family, but I for one have learned a great lesson. I'm basically a sexual being. Furthermore, I made your father miserable for many years by denying it. I don't know how this incident will affect you children, but remember this: I love you and your father does too. I know all about the word for what we just did-so do you. But that's society's word for it. Your father taught me an other word for sexual expression: love. Love being expressed in its ultimate form.
"He also has made me realize I don't have to confine my sexual expression to any one person. I can, and have, been fucked, and have actively fucked, many men. I didn't love them, but they gave me pleasure, a variety of sensual pleasure. For me, it was an astonishing revelation: I could extend the potential of my sexuality and still be in love with just your father. Now, I have discovered sex with my beloved offspring-I believe it will weld us together as a strong family unit."
We gazed at her with warmth. Our faces, mine, Barbara's and Robbie's told her we agreed. Suddenly fife was a golden adventure for all of us.
"Amen, baby," I exclaimed. "I don't think anything could bust up people who love, fuck, and live life to its goddamned limit. How about it, kids?"
They didn't answer. Instead Robbie embraced Barbara, and began fondling her soft lush breasts. Barbara's hand closed over my cock and squeezed. That said it all.
