Cora Lamston carefully applied a layer of furniture polish to her beautifully carved walnut dining table, then began to rub the surface with a soft, clean cloth. She didn't care what that feminist on the radio was saying about women and housework ... why,-she could almost picture the woman who was talking, see so clearly what she must look like. Probably overweight, with long, stringy hair, undoubtedly dressed in a grimy t-shirt, big breasted and braless. Most likely her face was pitted with acne scars, too. What could she know about being a woman ... what could she know about how much pleasure it gave Cora to polish the glistening wood of the table until she could see her own lovely face reflected in the brownish red tones of the perfectly smooth surface....
The table was twenty years old and as beautiful as when it was new, when she and Larry had picked it out the week before their wedding.
"Tell me," Cora heard the interviewer ask, "What do you think of people who say that all you women's liberationists need is a good roll in the hay?" days ... it was disgraceful!
Roll in the hay . ... Cora didn't hear the feminist's reply. Roll in the hay. That's what Larry used to say when he had wanted to make love with her ... God! How she had hated that part of their married life.
It had been a year since her husband had died in a plane crash on his way back from a business conference in New York. It had been such a painful loss for her ... and even more of a crushing blow to the children, Hank and Judy. It was especially bad for Hank, she guessed, who at fifteen was two year younger than his sister, arid a particularly sensitive youth.
Cora had been shocked at Larry's sudden death, and for a while had felt as lost as a puppy in the woods. But now she was forced to admit to herself that it was almost a relief to be alone ... a relief not to have to deal with Larry's unbridled lust, with, his constant demands on her cold and unresponsive body....
"Thank you, Ms. Steiner," the radio announcer said, ending his interview with the feminist. "Our next guest is Dr. Ashly Rosenfeld, author of The Path of Sexual Bliss."
Cora wiped the last speck of white haze from the table. Carefully, she folded her polishing cloth and placed it neatly in the kitchen cabinet beneath the sink, alongside the can of polish. She poured herself a cup of coffee from the pot that was warming on the stove, and sat down at the kitchen table. She listen to the radio, staring out at the pretty tree-lined street where she had lived ever since the first day she was married.
"Dr. Rosenfeld," the man on the radio was posing was first question. "In the introduction to your book, you say that life without sex is like a living death ... surely that is a tremendous exaggeration...."
"No, Mel," Dr. Rosenfeld said. He spoke in a nasal voice, accented in heavy New York tones....
Cora was finding the radio extremely upsetting this morning. Sex, sex, sex. You couldn't get away from it. No wonder her daughter Judy was always expressing such horrifying ideas about free love. She was very worried about her daughter, worried that she didn't value her precious virginity enough. Mother and daughter had been fighting too much lately, all the time it seemed. But Cora hated to hear her beautiful child spouting these ridiculous ideas she was obviously picking up from the media.
Cora knew what it was like to be seventeen, and she knew how careful Judy had to be or she would ruin her life. Yes, Cora could remember the time when she was just a young girl herself, when she had lain under the covers of her bed in her pretty pink room, running her hands up and down her smooth, tight young body in the dark of night, making her nipples harden and feeling the chills running all through her belly. Yes, as he remembered that so clearly now, sipping her coffee in the bright sunlit kitchen ... But those are the fancies of a young girl ... they had nothing to do with the realities of sex....
"Everyone has sexuality ... everyone of every age," the New York doctor was saying. "Senior citizens and infants...."
Nonsense! Cora moved to switch off the radio, but her hand froze in mid-air as she reached out to extinguish the horrible voice that was filling her lovely kitchen with such shocking ideas ... infants! The man was ridiculous! Yet in her mind at that moment, freezing her hand before it could touch the radio dial, was the clearest memory of the way little Hank's baby penis would stand up straight as if in erection, every time she given him his bath....
This show is disgusting! thought Clara, almost motivated to phone the station and give them a piece of her mind for putting on such sheer and utter filth....
Sex ... sometimes it seemed as if that tiny little work overshadowed everything in everyone's life these days ... Then she completed her motion as her hand grasped the radio knob and clicked it off. Peace.
She sipped the last of the warm, rich coffee and went upstairs to shower. Goodness! It was almost noon and she was still not dressed. But as she slipped off her floral printed robe, she could not help but catch a glimpse of her naked body in the full length mirror on the bedroom door. She stopped, and stared at it a moment. She was proud of the way, at thirty-eight, her body was as firm as it had been when she had married Larry. It was a perfect contradiction to the myth that full bodies don't age well. Cora was tall, and perfectly proportioned from the top of her curly blonde head to the tips of her tiny, well-formed feet. Her breasts were still full and firm and large, without a sign yet of sag, despite the fact that she had nursed two children. They were beautifully rounded, marbled beneath their almost translucent whiteness with tiny bluish veins, standing out high and proud above her tiny waist. Her hips rounded out gently then tapered down into long, shapely legs.
She turned on the shower and stepped under the torrents of soothing warm water, which caused her nipples to harden. Then she heard the phone ring.
She decided not to answer it, thinking it was probably that awful man who had just moved next door. Norman Miller his name was, and he was supposed to be famous, some sort of writer from New York City. Well, she didn't care who he was. He seemed to find every excuse in the world to pester her. Borrowing a cup of sugar with an ironic grin on his face, bringing over a shirt with a button that needed sewing. Finally asking her to go to a show with him. What nonsense! Utter nonsense! You'd think she was a teenage girl the way that fool was chasing her. And she didn't trust him as far as you could throw him. She didn't like, either, the way he looked at Judy, like the wolf looked at the sheep. Well, she didn't want any part of Norman Miller, or any other man for that matter. She still cherished the memory of Larry and no man would take his place ... Larry....
It must be all that talk on the radio about sex, she thought, as she realized her mind was drifting back, back to a time when she did think sex was important, when her body could feel the hot and powerful energy of desire coursing through it....
Then, in a flood of memory as she stood beneath the shower, it all came back to her in torrents of images as powerful as the streams of water that beat down on her body.
Her wedding night. How she had looked forward to it, yet how terrified she'd been. Shyly she had gone into the bathroom and put on the lovely white nightgown from her trousseau, then crawled under the covers alongside him. She had gasped in astonishment and fear to discover that he was already naked. Yet as she lay back on the bed, her body began to relax. It was all right, he had murmured, they were married now. And she began to want him, want him so badly that it actually had hurt inside with a pain that was intractable.
Then, with a low moan, Larry rolled over on his side. He paused for a second, then took her hand and placed it on his erect and throbbing penis.
Cora was scared, yet she marveled at the feeling of his hardened penis in her hand. There was an awesome power there, a living thing that seemed to have a heart and mind of its own. She could feel the hard, fleshy ridges of its length, the soft, rubbery hardness of its head, and tentatively, her hand enclosed the trunk and she began gentle little movements, feeling the flesh move but not the instrument itself. It was as though the flesh covered a warm, flexible steel rod. Larry had moaned with the touch of her hand, then his mouth had found hers. Their tongues fought a heated battle for supremacy before he, with a strength and near viciousness that she had never experienced in him before, had jammed his tongue halfway down her throat. He had kept it there, and it seemed to her that his body had tensed as though he were trying to say something to her. He moved closer to her and she found it difficult to continue the stroking movements because of the proximity of their two bodies.
But after a moment, Larry had relaxed again. He pulled his mouth away and began kissing her neck, her shoulders, her ears. Breathlessly, she waited for his mouth to find her breasts. She had dreamed about that most of all. It was so incredibly sensual, then, when his lips had enclosed her nipples, when his teeth bit into her breasts, not painfully but gently. And his tongue had not stopped at her breasts. His tongue continued its excursion over the virginal flatlands of her abdomen. She had been so lost in the wonder of his tongue, the fabulous trail of pure feeling it was leaving behind, that she didn't realized for a moment that he had reached the softly curling strands of her pubic hair.
Abruptly, Cora became aware of his intentions. All of her moral upbringing suddenly was screaming at her. She knew what Larry was about to do; after all, it was mentioned in most of the marriage manuals. And, in spite of the approval voiced in a couple of the books, there were several other authorities who referred to the act as "perverted."
"No, darling ... you mustn't," she said, rolling away from him.
"Why not?" he groaned, his voice guttural with desire.
"Because."
"I'd like to do that to you with my tongue ... just once."
"No!" She couldn't be more emphatic. She felt his hands on her shoulders, gently pulling her over to face him again. He gazed down at her and she saw the puzzled expression on his face. Wordlessly then, because she didn't want to discuss it, she reached up and pulled his lips down to hers. Again, there was that savage kiss ... so unlike him ... almost brutal in its intensity and force. She felt his hands moving freely over her abdomen, then his finger slipping along her moistened cuntal slit bringing with it something akin to rapture-exciting, pleasureable, sensual. Cora splayed out her legs wider, giving him freer access to her now open vagina, and after a moment realized that Larry had out both knees between her wide-spread thighs and was forcing them even further apart. He pulled his mouth away from hers and croaked, "I want to fuck you."
The lewd phrase instead of repelling her only brought additional wanton excitement to her body-already aflame with desire. And, from what seemed to be a great distance, she had heard her own voice responding, "Yes, darling. Do it to me. Fuck me!"
Larry had looked at her in astonishment. He had never seen her like this before. Quickly, before she could change her mind, he dropped one hand down between their bodies and guided his hard, throbbing cock toward the fur-lined, coral-pink pussy lips.
Cora's eyes widened as she felt, for the first time in her life, the spongy thick head of a male cock beginning to part the fleshy, desire-dampened layers of her love-starved vagina. She could feel the cock throbbing powerfully as it began sensuously stretching the hungrily quivering little outer lips.
She tensed with the first electric contact between his prick and the sensitive edges of her fevered cunt; the sensation was so powerful that she was immediately shocked out of wanton excitement and back to a realization of the awful thing she was permitting him to do.
For even though they were married now, she felt there was something dirty and wrong about what she was allowing them to do. It was as if it were a habit, to stop him at this point, for ever since she had known Larry, she had been firm in her unswerving resolution to retain the priceless gift of her virginity until her marriage night. Yet here it was, her wedding night, and still something in her was crying out, "No!"
Her entire body stiffened, and she reached up, pushing against his chest. "No, darling," she moaned. "No, please...."
"Wh-what?" Larry couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"Please, darling ... tomorrow...."
She could tell that Larry was really angry. A look of stern determination had crossed his face. "You can't do that to me ... it's too late...." he said and pushed forward.
Cora groaned and cried out as she felt the first really harsh pressure against the tightly resisting virginal opening between her thighs, and the lewd pressure grew and grew, building up to a point where it was almost intolerable.
"No ... ooooohhhhh, no!" she moaned loudly, trying to twist away from him.
At that point, Larry had begun to fuck brutally into her tight, virginal pussy, pumping and pumping into her, despite her protests. It was terrible for her, but she saw that nothing would stop him....
She had forced herself to grind her pelvis up to meet his powerful thrusts, falsifying an enthusiasm she did not feel, because she knew it was expected of her. He was hers now and she did not want to lose him. Then she had heard him groan: "I'm cumming. Oh, Jesus ... I'm cumming."
"Yes, darling," she crooned seductively, wanting to end it as soon as possible. "Cum, cum in me now."
She felt the first hot impatient spurts of his semen wildly spewing out into her womb. Then he collapsed atop her. Moments later, he lifted his head and asked? "Did you ... too?"
She lied and nodded her head. And she had lied for the rest of their long marriage, until, in the last few years it had become too much of an effort and she had tried to avoid his advances as often as she could....
God! How it hurt her heart to have lived a lie so long.
As the memory began to evaporate, she became aware that the hot torrential water of the shower was beginning to her arouse her in a way she hadn't felt in years. Quickly, she turned it off and jumped out of the stall, drying herself briskly with a towel.
Suddenly, she heard the front doorbell ring, and she threw on her robe, tying it around her waist, as she ran downstairs to see who was there.
CHAPTER TWO
"Can I borrow a corkscrew, baby?"
Cora tried to smile politely, but the smile froze on her face at the sight of Norman Miller, grinning crookedly at her. She could feel him looking right through her robe and unsconsiously she pulled it tighter around her. His eyes were half-lidded as he stared at her bosom, and she could feel odd little currents of electricity as his eyes wandered down to her thighs.
"W-what do you want?" she stammered.
"I shall repeat," he said, holding up a bottle of wine. "I, would like to borrow a corkscrew for my breakfast."
Cora was horrified. Breakfast! Why, it was almost noon, and alcohol first thing in the day, no matter what time, was about as degenerate as anything she'd ever heard of. Yet the sight of him standing there, looking at her in that way, had unnerved her somewhat. Despite herself, she had to admit that he was an awfully attractive man.
God! What a strange morning. She felt so off balance. All that talk on the radio about sex, sex, sex ... and then the tiny flames of passion that had begun to lick at her belly as she remembered her wedding night so long ago....
Without waiting for an invitation, Miller walked past her and into the house. God! He made her nervous. She led him to the kitchen and took a corkscrew from the top drawer of her utility cabinet.
"There you are , Mr. Miller ... Now, good day."
"It certainly is a good day," he grinned, placing the bottle between his legs and pulling on the cork. Cora had to turn away, it looked so obscene, that bottle sticking up from between his legs like ... like ... Oh God! Her hands were trembling now, as a strange energy began to fill her body, making her feel like she might explode.
He looked at her, still grinning. "You know, this liquid breakfast sure beats soft boiled eggs."
"I ... I don't know about you, Mr. Miller, but I've been up and working for hours and I was just about to have lunch ... "
"Don't mind if I do...."
The nerve, Cora thought, but she was too polite to send him away.
"Join me in a toast to the new day?" he asked.
Cora rarely drank, especially in the daytime, but she was so nervous she didn't know what would still the trembling of her hands as she opened the refrigerator and took out a package of ham, some lettuce, and a jar of mayonnaise.
Norman Miller was making himself quite at home, rummaging through her cupboards until he found a pair of wine glasses. He filled them both, then handed her one as she stood at the cutting board and made ham sandwiches. She took a sip of the smooth, white wine, feeling the alcohol spreading a comforting warmth through her body, calming her and making her feel an unfamiliar and somewhat frightening sensuality radiating from her sex-starved body. Miller had downed the glass quickly, and poured himself another. He sensed something different about her today, something that made him feel that maybe this was the day he could get somewhere with the prudish, but incredibly attractive widow.
Norman Miller watched like a panther peers at its prey, as Cora placed the sandwiches on her pretty bone China and brought them over to the kitchen table. His eyes travelled over her full, firm figure. Shit! he thought. A waist that he could span with his own two hands and those breasts that looked like big melons, juicy and ripe, and what a luscious pair of thighs! Ooooh, how he'd like to rub his cock between their creamy softness. For a middle-aged widow she was quite a woman. And he sensed she had a wild hot streak in her that was yet to be tapped.
Norman Miller drank steadily, insisting that Cora keep up with him. She began to relax still more and her mind grew rather fuzzy. There were tasks to take care of, Hank and Judy would be home from school. But she felt paralyzed by the alcohol and the compelling presence of the handsomely virile writer. And she didn't stop him when he reached out and patted her hand....
Then, suddenly, she looked at the darkly attractive man across from her and a panicky feeling ran through her belly.
"Mr. Miller...." she said, standing abruptly and clearing the plates from the table...."I have a lot to do and I ... I think you'd better go...."
"Don't fight it, baby...."
"Don't fight what?" she asked, growing nervous at something she found undefinable. At that moment, she felt she would do anything if only he would leave her house, leave her sight ...
"Why, you little tease!" he exclaimed, a playfully ironic grin on his lips.
Suddenly she found herself screaming at the stranger. "Get out! Get out of my house!" She was horrified to hear her own shrieks, but she felt as if the whole world had suddenly flown out of control, like a saucer flying through the air and smashing to bits like a firecracker.
"Come here, bitch," Miller suddenly said, his voice hoarse and rough. He stood up and pulled her close to him, the hardened shaft of his wildly pulsing cock prodding into the soft flesh of her abdomen.
Cora was panicked. The manly writer had aroused feelings in her that she kept buried for years. All through her marriage she had denied the sexual side of love. To her it had been messy, something painful ... never really enjoyable. Sex was something she had to endure-but now....
Things were wildly out of control. She had allowed her tapering thighs to spread somewhat, allowing his hand to rummage there, between her legs, his hand worming its way inside her robe and finding the still flaccid tip of her clitoris, hidden down between the soft, fleshy folds of her pussy.
"Norman ... please...!" she muttered, suddenly wanting him fiercely, wanting his ruggedly muscular body pressing against hers. Yet it ran contrary to every moral principle she had lived by. Her mind was disgraced by the behavior of her body.
Cora caught her breath as he suddenly leaned down, his mouth closing over the shivering nakedness of her ripely full breast which he had exposed from under her robe. At the same time, one of his hands was untying her belt, and she was vaguely aware of her robe falling open completely, then somehow, slipping off her shoulders to the floor, where it puddled around her feet.
His arms held her tightly to him as his tongue rolled around and around the quivering pink bud of her hardened nipple and his teeth nipped at the sensitive tips, sending chilling promises of pleasure throughout her tense body. For the moment, she was breathlessly absorbed by the sensations, and she was hardly aware of his clawing fingers digging into the tenderly rounded flesh of her buttocks.
"Oooohhhh! Oooooohhhhhhh! Darling, please ... I ... we...."
Miller had little time for her prudish games. Who did she think she was, the bloody queen of England ... What was the goddamn big deal with this cunt? Well, he'd show her, he'd fuck her until the teasing little bitch begged him to fill her belly with every ounce of cum in his body!
He grabbed her by the hand, dragging her naked into the living room, where they fell, wrestling, to the soft carpet of the floor.
"Noooooo! Not this way ... Please!" She screamed as his mouth on her breasts suddenly felt like it was sucking her inside out, his teeth biting cruelly at the quiveringly aroused nipples, leaving tiny indentations as a symbol of his enraged lust. Cora was on her back with Miller on top, pinning her helplessly beneath his strong body. She couldn't even twist out from under him as he locked one knee between her whitely straining thighs. Miller paid no attention, continuing his wildly arousing actions despite her protests. For though she was crying out no, her body was screaming yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!
This was what Miller loved more than anything else in the world, more than his writing and more than his liquor-he loved the power of being overcome with lust. He was lost in his mad desire for this voluptuous woman beneath him! He was a wild primitive, hungry for the loins of this gorgeous creature. Feeling the silky smoothness of her resiliantly curling pubic hair, Miller slipped his middle finger down into the softly quivering flesh of her pussy, searching desperately for the tightly clenched opening he had to have! Oh Jesus, yes!
A helpless confusion engulfed the beautiful widow as she felt her neighbor groping for her naked vagina. Cora tried to clamp her legs together, wanting to close off access to her heatedly aroused body, but her movement lost its force and she felt her pussy being lewdly stroked as Miller's middle finger probed into the defenseless hair-lined lips, seeking to invade the narrow passage to her womb. She felt nothing but anguish, even when his finger brushed across her slowly awakening clitoris, hardened now, throbbing madly against her will.
"Oooohhhhhh! Please! Mr. Miller!" She moaned when his fingers dug hotly into the tender flesh around the opening to her womb.
The famous author looked down at her. He had had four wives and countless women, yet this woman's body turned him on like no woman had in a long time. Just the sight and feel of this cloistered housewife made his heart pound. The softly flowering cunt was tight, almost virginal, even after two kids. He worked his way down between the soft hair-lined lips, worming it inside the warm, fleshy passage in a hurried attempt to prepare it for his madly throbbing cock. Cora's moans drove him still further into a frenzy, as Miller drove his middle finger in and out of the tight, restricting passage with rhythmically primitive thrusts. Greedily, he continued to suck and pull and the smoothly erotic flesh of her full, lush breast with his voracious mouth.
Then Cora heard the unmistakable hissing sound of his zipper, and she felt him working his pants off his leanly muscular hips and down his legs. She looked up at the passion-contorted mask of his face as he held her, a prisoner of sex, to the floor. All that she could see was the blindly blazing lust in his eyes, and then the giant pulsing erect penis that stood out straight from his hairy loins, pointing directly at her nakedly exposed vagina. He was staring down at her pubic mound like a hungry animal about to feast, and Cora began to shake violently.
"Please ... Oh please ... Waitttt! Don't! ... Be gentle!" she moaned. God! She had never seen a man so out of control with passion and it was crazily exciting to her. She stared closely at the throbbing length of his huge cock, as if seeing a man for the first time. The top was thick and purple, a huge bulbous head that seemed to bulge out with his growing excitement. She could see the long shaft -lined with a road-map of blood-filled veins which pounded with his heartbeat. The entire long column protruded like a great battering ram from the densely thick forest of black pubic hair covering his loins. The twin sacs holding his balls were drawn up tightly between his hairy thighs, and she imagined the sperm inside pounding and anxious to be released. Visions came into her head of the huge member spurting out white-hot cum deep up inside her from the dilated tip, and she felt her inner organs tremble in heated anticipation.
Norman Miller was frantically excited, the alcohol and prolonged desire making him impatient as a hot and horny teenager. In spite of his achingly demanding balls, he hesitated to carefully examine the sensually tight pussy nestled neatly between Cora's smooth, white thighs. There was something about her cunt that he'd ever fucked. It was crazy that this middle-class housewife's cunt held him so enthralled. The silky-smooth golden pubic hair lining the narrow slit of her pussy was interesting in itself, and where it parted around the tight, pinkly pursed opening were gathered tiny beads of moisture. It looked absolutely untouched, like a new glove made for his cock alone. There was immense satisfaction in knowing that probably only one other man had ever plumbed those clinging depths. The waiting pussy looked as though it had a life all its own, ready and waiting to massage the throbbing length of his penis until it had milked all of the swarming waiting sperm from his bursting body. It was the most sensual sight he had ever seen. Oh, Jesus, yes! He had to have it right away! Now!
Shifting his weight to one side, the wildly aroused author took his hardened penis in his hand, and moved his hips forward until the thick, rubbery flesh of the purple head made light contact with the sweet female warmth of her cunt. Using his cock like a wedge, he moved it up and down the hair-lined slit until he had parted the soft little inner lips, exposing the thin vertical slit of her cunt-mouth. She moaned when he lightly touched the bulbous head to her partly aroused clitoris and Miller felt an aching echo in his own chest, a sign that she was ready to be fucked. He poised, cock positioned over the coral opening of her cuntal passage, readying himself for the long-awaited drive into the moistly warm depths that were now to be his.
Horrified at the position she found herself in, yet totally overcome by her wildly aroused passions, Cora began to lose contact with everything, even her immediate surroundings. She was barely aware now that she was on the soft, white carpet of her own familiar living room as she lay wantonly pinned beneath his hotly writhing body. All she could clearly understand was her own hungry nakedness, spread-eagled out under the mammoth penis about to plunge into the depths of her hotly churning belly. Oh God! It was all so crazy!
She raised her head up off the floor, looking down over the hardened tips of her swollen breasts to her wide-spread thighs. She shuddered. The lips of her small pussy were parted, the hair-lined flesh, speared with the thickly purple head of his long, throbbing column. It was poised and ready to drive up inside her body. Dear God, she thought, it couldn't fit! It was much too big! "Please!" she moaned. "Nooooo, nooooo! Pleeeeeeease! Ohhhhhh, Gooooooddddddddd!"
Her cunt was like a tight elastic band that would not give way to his insistent pressure. His aching cock was ramrod hard and stiff, and just the excitement of finally having it pressing into her hot, unattainable little cunt made it grow even larger. Pushing his knees out to force her legs out wider, he knew that the moment had come, and with a low grunt and a heavy shove forward, his cock was suddenly wrapped tightly inside the opening to her warmly clasping cuntal walls.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!" The excitement caught in Cora's throat as she felt the giant head of his hotly pulsating penis thrust inside her. Looking down over the tops of her firmly rounded breasts, the beautiful widow could see that only an inch of the long, hotly throbbing column had penetrated her body. It was utterly hopeless! She'd die right here in her own living room, from the shame of having succumbed to these sinful passions.
The tightly clasping passage around the end of his bulging penis served only to excite him more, and Miller could feel the sensitive nerves at the tip of his cock sending urgent signals of pleasure deep inside his naked belly. It felt so God damned good! He had to bury it all the way! He knew that she was totally in his power now, and with a deep grunt, he shoved himself forward hard again to drive his penis farther up into her nakedly trembling body.
"Ooooohhhh! Aaaaahhhhhhh! Noooooo!" she cried, while her body was screaming yes! She was totally consumed with passion now, writhing wildly against his hard, muscular belly.
Norman Miller thought his hotly pulsating cock was going to explode any second! The glove-like velvety feeling of her pussy around his slowly sinking penis was sending such tremendous sensations of pleasure-power to his brain, that he'd have to do something quickly to keep himself from cumming before he got all the way up inside her. Christ! It had to be all the way inside her cunt before he shot out his load of steaming sperm. Forcefully, he shoved hard with all his strength to drive his cock to the maximum depth of her writhingly stretched vagina. It ploughed forcefully down the wet-warm passage until it smacked hard up against the cushiony end-tip of her cervix."
"Uuuuuuuuuggggghhhhhh! Aaaaahhhhhh!" Cora felt on fire, as if a gaint hot iron had been plunged into her belly, and the feeling of being completely filled by his mammoth penis made her lose control completely. She raised her disheveled blonde head to look down between their lewdly straining bodies. His dark thick pubic hair was tangled tightly together with the lighter blonde hair of her wide-splayed pussy, and it staggered her imagination to believe that his throbbingly giant cock was now buried all the way up inside her hotly accepting body.
The pressure in his balls was getting out of control, but Miller fought off his tremendous desire to cum. Christ! The sensation of having his whole long cock in the warm depths of her slickly clasping cuntal passage was incredible! Flexing his cock several times he heard Cora moan in reaction.
Hell! He couldn't wait! Pulling his hips back slowly at first, he drew back the wetly glistening hardness from the hot depths of her womb until only the thickly swollen head remained inside, then with a rush he plunged it unerringly back into the warm buttery depths of her wetly clasping cunt.
"Ooooohhhhh! Pleeeeeeeease! God! OH! OH! AAAAHHHHHH!" She chanted, dissolving mindlessly into the cauldron of her steaming passion, as she felt the wildly aroused writer begin to thrust rhythmically into her loins with long, smooth strokes of his madly excited penis. And Cora was aware now only of the burning flame in the pit of her belly.
The tight, smooth liquidity of her cuntal walls seemed to part before and wrap warmly around Miller's hard, driving cock as he shoved his hips forward in a powerful downward thrust. He was fucking her as hard and fast as he could to make up for all the frustrating nights since he had moved next door that he had longed to do it to her. Each deep, swift-moving plunge of his long column was a tremendous release of his pent-up emotions.
The helplessly aroused widow was squealing and groaning loudly with each stroke of her neighbor's wildly throbbing cock. He looked down at her beautiful writhing body as he rammed his way hotly into the nakedly clenching little hole up between her open thighs. Her shapely legs were locked up around his hips, making it hard work for him to fuck her as fast as he wanted. Miller could clearly see the inner pinkness of her tightly clinging cuntal lips as his flehsy moistened cock slid hotly up into her flowered open depths.
The outer elastic-like ring of tenderly giving flesh seemed to flow in with his instroke, and then it would roll back out as he withdrew his excitedly pistoning cock. The hot little cunt was clasping his cock so tightly that he could feel his blood swirling around all the way up inside his balls and he fucked deeply down into the velvety animated depths of her cunt with such force that her buttocks lifted up off the floor. His balls swung free, slamming against the open crevice of the softly rounded moons with a loud, lewd smacking noise, and her breasts bounced upward. The curling blonde hair was spilling all around her head as she rolled from side to side, and Oh God! There'd never been a more sensual woman!
The clear blue eyes were staring up as though she should see nothing, but her tongue flashed out through red, parted lips as if searching for air. Miller, aroused even more by her panting, worked his hands down under the smoothly rounded cheeks of her buttocks to cup them hungrily up ever tighter to his powerful thrusts.
For a moment, she remembered she was doing something horribly lewd and forbidden, and she tried hopelessly to shut out the growing sensations in her womb. Raising her head again, she looked down between her full ripe breasts at the huge male penis sliding in and out of her wide-stretched vagina. It was wet and glistening from her copiously flowing cuntal juices as it pulled from the whiteness of her belly, and it plunged up inside again, she could feel his large sperm-filled balls smack hard into her roundly upturned buttocks just before the hard, fleshy column was completely filling her again! He drove up in between her widespread thighs with such force that she felt it like a shock wave running through her body, and her softly throbbing breasts were shaking wildly from the impact. It actually felt good, too good, but it looked so obscene, she thought helplessly. Norman Miller was having his will with her body. She was being fucked! Yes, fucked! without the sacrament of marriage by a man she hardly knew, a man who played with sex the way some men play with dice.
Cora's buttocks felt warm and soft in Norman Miller's hand, and he imagined the tiny puckered orifice hidden teasingly and mysteriously up between their hotly trembling cheeks, just below the tight fleshy warmth of her cunt. Extending his middle finger, he pushed in between her trembling asscheeks, feeling the smooth, hairless skin of the softly yielding valley leading to her anus. He wanted to touch it, feel the tight texture of her asshole with his finger, and make her react. The tip of his middle finger made contact with the tightly puckered little opening and he pushed hard against it, eliciting a moan of surprised response. The elastic-like ring of warmly pulsating flesh seemed to loosen and tighten in time to the fucking of his cock in and out of her cunt just above it, and the burly author twisted it around up to the first knuckle, screwing it hotly up into the rubbery mouth of hairless little anus.
"Ohhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh!" Cora groaned, as she felt a strange excitement at the teasing probing of her every sexual opening.
"Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh!" she gasped when suddenly he pressed again and slipped his finger hard into the tightly resisting orifice, his finger sinking all the way up inside and held tightly by the clinging warmth of her rectum. He could feel the hardness of his cock sawing in and out of her tightly clasping cuntal passage through the thinly dividing membrane separating the two passages, and he probed further driving his finger again and again into the rubbery hot depths of her ass hole.
Cora was astonished at the pleasure coursing through her body and she twisted her buttocks back onto his middle finger without really understanding why. He suddenly shoved his finger down until his palm was pressed hard against her wide-spread buttocks, his second assault deep inside the hot, forbidden depths of her rectum. Almost immediately, the finger sawed in and out of her anal passage in time to the intense motion of the thick, long cock in her cunt. She squirmed on the floor beneath him, overwhelmed by the vibrant pleasures filling her loins. She felt an unbelievable aliveness permeate her very being. It was a discovery of the growing burning sensations in her womb that seemed to emanate from her entire body as it became more and more intense. She could feel her hotly aroused clitoris beating with pleasures that danced electrically over every nerve in her body, and somehow she knew that it was going to get better and better. Almost magically, she was working her hips up and down in the frenzied passion that overwhelmed her. "Aaaaahhhh! Ooooohhhhh! Yyyyesssssss!" She mewled with newly discovered pleasure echoing in her passionately writhing cunt. Slowly she was beginning to respond to his fucking. The warm, strong muscles in her rectum began to slowly, hesitantly, pull and work at his screwing finger, wanting it deep as he drove it through the vise-like tightness of her anus. Her whole body was coming to life, her buttocks grinding under the smoothly steaming plunges of his hugely beating member, then raising themselves up to his deepest thrusts. Now she was gripping his hips tightly between firmly locked thighs as if not wanting him to ever leave her. She pulled her legs up, opening her loins even wider to his hard thrusts, and arched her hips up to meet him, twisting and mewling, enchanted by the hard fleshy column shoved deep in her wildly burning cunt.
"Ooooohhhh! Godddd! Yesssss!"
It was too much! Suddenly, processes were set in motion that she couldn't stop. She was wildly wanton, squirming passionately beneath him, and his balls, suddenly and without warning, exploded like hand grenades! The white hot cum began its sensational rush toward the blood-filled head of his cock. Slamming his hips forward to completely bury the wildly jerking head deeper up inside her clenchingly burning womb, he arched his back and threw his head up as the first pleasurable blast of his climax burst into her cunt! He couldn't hold it back, and his cock swelled up to huge proportions as it fired out the stored-up liquid with tremendous jerks.
"Oooooooohhhhhhh! Gooddddddd! I'm ... I'mmmmmmmmmmm...!" the crazily twisting widow felt the hot blast of liquid strike far up into the convlusive depths ofher belly and thrilled to the sensation of the hugely swollen penis as it jerked and throbbed out again and again, firing its flaming jets deep up inside her hungrily clasping cunt like armies in the night! It had suddenly triggered an emotion she'd thought she was incapable of, a startling realization that she was able to cum! Her mind swam with a thousand lewd images as she kicked her legs out impossibly wide, jamming her cunt up hard into Norman Miller's loins as her belly began to explode in response to his obscenely spewing instrument. The finger buried deep in her rectum seemed only to instensify everything she felt, and she wanted it all, again and again and again!
"Ooooohhhh' honey!" Miller groaned as his balls seemed to shoot right on past the head of his cock. It was himself deep within the depths of her tightly clasping cunt! The hot liquid surrounding his throbbingly pulsating member suddenly gushed out around the thick base, soaking his pubic hair before running slowly down the wide-spread crevice of her buttocks over his deeply buried finger in her anus. His cock was like an insane beast spitting at its prey, filling Cora's trembling pussy with his churning hot cum until it overflowed, mingling together with the whitely cascading juices of her own orgasm. At that moment they were one, coupled in a steaming mass of passion that Cora had never known exited before.
"Ooooooooh God, darling.! Ooooooh God!" She groaned and grunted as her belly rippled with the pleasure she had tried to deny herself, and she was lost in the frenzied heat of complete sexual enlightenment. She was suspended for several moments on a precipice of teetering ecstasy, her cunt welded hotly to the hard, fleshy column squirting hot liquid into her belly, and she could no longer deny the sheer exquisite pleasure it gave her. She was a woman, complete and fulfilled no matter how it had occurred, and she wanted it to go on forever ... and ever.
For several moments, his cock continued spewing out his whitely flowing sperm, filling her passage with lewd spasms of erotic delight as it travelled up the full lust-engorged length of his rod, then splashing out the dilated tip to strike wetly back against her cervix. But then, he was exhausted, spent, and his arms felt like they could no longer hold anything. He fell heavily, like the dead, on top of Cora's naked body, still writhing wildly in ecstasy, pulling his finger noisily from her anus as he collapsed on top of her.
It was over, but she didn't want to stop! Grinding her slippery buttocks frantically against his deflating cock, she tried to milk more life from his semen-drained balls, but it was no use. Slowly the spasms in her belly died down, and with their dying she remembered the way she had been so selfishly assaulted. Her excitement had made her forget her anger at his insensitive seduction of her.
"Not a bad advertisement for myself," he said finally, with that detestable irony of his. And only then did she realized that she felt wrong. Her body suddenly began to ache instead of tingle with pleasure. She moaned, feeling the softness of his deflated cock still trapped limply up inside her stretched vagina. Something inside her told her to be hurt and angry, and she looked into his eyes while beginning to sob.
"Get out of here, go away, get out of my house!" she shrieked suddenly, the words coming out like sharp blades intended to injure.
What a crazy broad, Miller thought. Gets the best damned fucking of her life and then wants to throw me out....
He rolled off her body, his cock pulling from her cunt with a soft, wet whooshing noise. A thin string of cum clung to the tip of his satiated penis, running like a web to the thing blonde strands of her pubic hair as a lewd reminder of his recently unleahed orgasm.
He stood up and looked down at her like the king of the hill, and the look in her eyes told him that nothing could mollify her right then.
What a fucking hypocrite he thought. Shit!
He pulled on his pants and quickly slipped into his shirt.
"Well, so long, babe," he said, and on the way out the door, he stopped at the refrigerator and helped himself to a beer.
After that struggle with the priggish bitch, he needed it!
CHAPTER THREE
Judy Lamston was the image of her mother. At seventeen, she already had her mother's full ripe breasts, with a youthfully perky lift to Her long blonde hair reached halfway down her back, framing a face which was innocently sensual, with clear blue eyes and a full, pouting mouth. Her long, shapely legs were bare beneath her short denim skirt, and her tiny, sandal-encased feet, had their toenails painted in a sultry pink.
Norman Miller saw her coming up the street as he left the Lamston house. Uh oh. It'd be trouble for Cora if her kid found her sprawled naked on the living room floor. I'd better create a little distraction here.
"Hey, little flower?" he called out in greeting to the young girl, and the strange phrase caused her to giggle.
"Oh, hi, Mr. Miller. How are you?"
"Well, to tell you the truth ... I've got a little problem ... "
"Oh dear," she said sweetly, "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Well, as a matter-of-fact, there is...." he said, mulling over a very clever idea in his head. "Come on over to my house and have some coffee and I'll tell you about it!"
"Gee, Mom always worries if I'm late after school ... I'd better go tell her."
"Aw, you can phone her from my house."
"Great!" she exclaimed, and began walking, alongside him, towards his house.
Judy felt a keen sense of anticipation, but she wasn't sure why. There was just something about him, just something unexplainable about their new neighbor, that made her nervous and giddy with excitement every time she saw him. He was so different from anyone else that had ever lived on the street, with his longish curly black hair, and his craggy face that looked like it had seen a thousand things in a thousand exotic places. Ooooooh! It just gave her all kinds of chills to walk alongside him.
On the outside, Norman Miller's house looked just like everyone else's, pretty white cottage with a neatly trimmed lawn and hedges around the border of the front yard. But inside. Wow! Judy had never been in a room that was so exotic looking ... Inside was a modern iron fireplace that looked some sort of space capsule painted orange, and in front of it on the floor was a tiger skin rug.
"Wow!" the young girl exclaimed. "Is that a real tiger?"
"It was, once, but cannibals and christians love to hunt ... I killed it for its beauty...."
Judy thought the writer had a curious way of talking, but it was interesting, appealing. Only she never knew quite how to answer him. Next to the rug was a low, round table of ebony, and it was surrounded by large, colorful silk and velvet pillows. There was a strange piece of sculpture on the table and Judy didn't know what to make of it, though she could not take her eyes from it. It looked like some sort of little god, an idol, and it was in the clutches of a monstrous looking octopus.
Miller made himself comfortable on the cushions and looked at the voluptuous young thing in his living room ... God! this blonde beauty was the American dream, an incredible teenage love goddess right here in the middle of spam plastic suburbia.
"Tell me," he said, "what kind of thoughts cross your mind, little goddess?"
"W-what?"
He laughed. "Writers are strange people and we ask strange questions," he said.
Judy wondered what she should answer. She knew she couldn't tell him what she thought of when she watched her handsome math teacher moving like a graceful lion in the front of the classroom ... or what she thought about as she ran her hands over her voluptuous body at night until she felt a tingling between her legs that she thought would make her go crazy....
"Don't bother to answer," he said, still laughing. "I have a problem, as I told you, and I really need your help."
Judy leaned forward, listening intently, as Miller began to explain his predicament.
"You see, I'm working on a novel about a young girl who goes to Africa ... Her father is a strange man, a hunter, and he takes her along ... Now, you must realize an African safari is about as far as you can get from a nice middle-class suburb like this one ... and her reactions to things ... oh, not just the wild animals and the hunting and killing, but to the natives as well, are difficult for me to accurately guage...."
"Um hmmm ... sounds really interesting, though...." She looked up at him inquiringly with her clear blue eyes. "But how can I help you with your novel? I've never been to Africa."
"Well," he said, standing up and walking over to a bar that appeared to be made of elephant tusks, "first, how about a little drink...."
Suddenly, Judy felt daring. "Sure, I'd love one," she said.
She saw him pull out a strange looking earthenware bottle and pour from it a thick amber liquid. It tasted sweet when she sipped it and in a moment she had finished the glass. "Like it, kid?"
"Mmmmmm," she said. "What is it?"
"Satsanga," he told her. "I thought it was appropriate for us this afternoon. It's an African beverage, from Kenya." What he didn't tell her was that it was also the world's most powerful aphrodesiac. Christ! Miller just couldn't resist the chance. A mother and daughter in one afternoon. Shit! He could almost smell her tight little hymen! He hadn't popped a cherry in years, though her mother was almost as tight. But God, Judy would be even more of a conquest.
As he, too, sipped the satsanga, he could feel his cock beginning to strain against his undershorts as he gazed with increasing fervency at the nubile girl, his mind devilishly churning with lascivious and devious thoughts as to how to bring her under his control ... And his story about help on his book was an incredible brainstorm....
"How are you feeling," he asked.
Judy started to put down the glass on the table. "I better not have any more, Mr. Miller. It feels sort of ... warm in my stomach."
"That's the way it's supposed to feel. Have another swallow or two and I'll get the photos I'm using for my research."
In a moment he returned with a manila envelope.
"I took these pictures in Africa last summer, along the Barbary Shore and further into the interior. There are shots in here of tribes that have nevfr been photographed before. I got them all with the help of a man named Umoto, a white negro ... an albino. The natives worshipped him and he worshipped the wild turkey."
"He worshipped a bird?" she asked incredulously.
"No, honey. A bourbon. We got along just dandy."
Judy didn't really understand what this strange man was all about, but his banter put her at ease. She raised the glass to her mouth again, the warm sweetish liqueur coursing down her throat. She turned her head to smile at him, her tongue flicking over her lips to catch the last delicious drops of satsanga.
The middle-aged writer fiddled with the envelope, while Judy, warmed by the strange, sweet liqueur, snuggled back on the cushions, feeling a warm glow all over. Norman Miller made her feel strangely excited, as if there was something magnetic in his powerful masculine presence. He was so attractive, she thought, so worldly....
He had a photograph before him on the table now. Judy looked down and saw it was a picture of a group of brown-skinned boys and girls doing some kind of wild dance. And they were all naked! The girl's taut breasts were small and tight with coal black hard nipples in jouncing eroticism, and the boys had stiffened young penises jutting from their hairless loins in boar is pursuit of the girls....
"M-Mr. Miller!" Judy gasped in wonder and surprise.
"Perfect!" said Norman Miller. "All I need from you are your reactions, the reactions of a typical American girl to an African fertility rite."
The virilely handsome author cleared his throat and pulled out another picture. This one was even more erotic in content. The seventeen-year-old high school girl was dumbfounded by the extremely detailed picture of two of the native girls clasping two slender young cocks, obviously in the act of massaging them. In return, their own buttocks were thrust out behind them as if awaiting some other salacious joy.
"No older than you, Judy," the writer beside her said in a low, caressing tone. "Just like you, my dear, budding with nubile vitality, eager for pleasure that you now only sense exists for you."
Now a third picture had been taken from the envelope, even before Judy was able to gain her breath from the previous one. A brown-skinned girl, who couldn't have been much older than thirteen, was being taken from the rear, and Judy could see clearly that a boy's stiffened cock was sliding into the tenderly stretched ring of her rectum! The young girl had her mouth open in a silent cry of ecstasy....
"What do you think," Miller asked her, his mouth hotly close to her ear.
"It-it's disgusting ... they're just like animals...."
"Wonderful," Miller laughed. "That's just the way I've had my little heroine, Marilyn, react."
"Well, what else would anyone think ... it-it's perverted!"
"Only in the eyes of a person who'd been taught to think so. Our society says no, taboo; their says it's all right for a boy and his sister to enjoy one another in carnal delight!"
"His sister?" Judy gasped. Her head swam with confusion, and she clenched her eyes tightly shut, uselessly trying to blot out the image that was filling her mind's eye of her brother, as she had seen him accidentally the other morning, naked in the bathroom, when the sight of his bare buttocks and the cock protruding out from his leanly muscular thighs, had caused her breath to come quicker and that strange tingling to begin again between her legs ... like she could feel it now!
"Here is the same brother and sister," Miller was explaining, as he pulled another photograph from the envelope.
It was a picture of the same girl being rammed in her thinly etched pussy with its delicate fringe of curly black hair by her brother's hard erection. The portrait reminded Judy of a bullfight, of a matador on the horn of a bull. But the lewd sight was having involuntary effects on her satsanga-dulled brain and obscene sensations were beginning to slowly course through her blood in spite of her horror at what she was viewing.
The picture were causing Judy to squirm slightly, and she pressed her thighs together in an effort to hold down a hot, impatient tingling that was mounting unwantedly in her loins.
Norman Miller squeezed her shoulder, pressing the impressionable girl closer to his muscular chest which was exposed under his partially opened shirt. Judy shuddered responsively from his touch, an aching hunger which had begun but which had never been satisfied when she'd fingered herself at night, was now returning to her belly, spreading upwards to the nipples of her hardening, breasts. The older author dropped his hand still lower and gently teased one breast through the cloth of her blouse and skirt. The teenager groaned, wriggling uncertainly, wanted to flee, but totally imprisoned in the heated passion that now engulfed them both. She could feel his fingers softly working their way between the buttons of her blouse, slipping them apart until he could palm the cup of her brassiere and caress her warm, naked flesh. She could feel her breath coming in short, labored gasps now and twisted against the cushion again and again, attempting to extinguish the fire that was mercilessly flaming against her will, in between her thighs. She had to get a grip on herself!
"M-Mr. Miller!" she mewled almost hysterically. "D-Don't do that to me! It ... It's wrong!"
Miller pulled himself away from her, leaving her with a pang of regret at the loss of his wildly exciting body near hers. Then he pulled another obscene picture from the envelope for Judy's innocent eyes to naively absorb. Now two boys were taking a girl simultaneously, each slender young cock thrust into an orifice! The boyish penises were sunk deeply into the girl-hairless testicles slapping her skin like palms on a drumhead. Judy squirmed harder on the couch, feeling the rough material press into her buttocks and dampening cuntal crevice. Her thin panties were soaked with the heated moisture of vaginal excitement, and she squeezed her thighs together again to hold down the unwanted fermentations that were ceaselessly building there. The virginal young blonde swallowed drily, knowing dimly that she was on dangerous ground; and wasn't sure what she should do about it. She was so terribly, terribly drawn to the other man and those photographs were exciting her beyond belief-and the handsome writer's closeness, his hand on her breast the way it was now ... Ohhhh ... she squirmed downward, the lewd sight of the wild orgy in the picture holding her spellbound. The crotch band of her nylon panties was pulled tight into the split of her buttocks, rubbing against her hotly tingling vagina and its sensitive little lips. She felt an erotic throbbing start to pulse in the hardening bud of her clitoris, and the trembling young girl gritted her teeth together in a vain attempt to hold back the forbidden delights throbbing stronger and stronger up between her legs.
"I can teach you about love, my little sweet," Norman Miller hissed enticingly in her ear. "I can make you happy, happier than you ever imagined...."
"No-no, I ... I don't want ... you ... to...." Judy moaned, squirming away from his breast-caressing fingers. "It's not right! Please! I ... I don't think you should be doing this to me!"
"No? You know your body wants it ... you know it's aching for my big, hard cock...."
"Oh Lord! No! Don't talk that way!" she groaned beseechingly, but in the depths of her soul she realized that she was responding to the gentle, yet firmly kneading hand on her rounded breasts. Dear Lord! She was becoming incredibly aroused by the older man. In a way it was so exciting being seduced by a famous author, but ... No! her conscience screamed! What am I dreaming? I must get hold of myself! I must!
But it was of little avail. The heat churning in her belly, the weird effects of the satsanga, the debauching scenes of open lust in the photographs were not to be ignored by her budding young body which was already aroused beyond control. How could she resist the building fire in her wetly swelling pussy when Norman Miller raised the thin cloth of her brassiere. Her full, slightly quivering breasts were free now, their nipples hard against his hand as he worked his fingers over each of them, back and forth, tickling her nipples into hardened cones of delight and bringing lightning stabs of pleasure shooting through her belly.
"Oh, oh, Mr. Miller, we can't! We can't!"
"Why not?" The older man grinned, and continued taunting her exposed breasts, grinding his pelvis tightly against her as he pulled her to him. He slid his other hand down around the soft roundness of her trembling buttocks, her body stiffening in panicked reaction to this further intimacy.
"Oh, no, please don't to this to me!" the virginal young blonde pleaded, her eyes once again filling with tears of anguish.
Norman Miller lowered his head and engulfed her tender lips with his, and is tongue darted out to slip between her teeth. An uncontrollable tremor of excitement surged through her, her mouth opening to the pillage of his liquid onslaught, her youthful being relaxing against his full-grown body. The man held her close, his big strong hands hot and moving as they pressed against the spheres of her smoothly rounded ass cheeks, forcing her ripe little body to his now bulging loins, causing her vaginal mound to grind against his huge, swelling cock.
"Stop, Mr. Miller!" Judy mewled. "Oh no ... no ... no!" She tried to squirm from his grip. "I ... I've never done ... it ... before!"
"Always a first time, Judy," the lusting writer breathed as he closed in again, his hand returning to her waist as he drew her to him with powerful strength. "Let me show you what real pleasure is."
"No, no, no...." Judy whimpered convulsively as he began kissing her again. His lips and fingers were enveloping her nubile body and making it come alive with livid sensations ... far more erotic sensations than any of the teenage boys she dated had ever managed to produce in their inexperienced fumblings! She gasped from the craven desires which here rapidly overtaking her sensibilities, shivering as the older man's hand travelled teasingly over her entire frame, touching her nakedly exposed breasts, her stomach, her thighs ... up under the hem of her skirt to her inner thighs ... then to the tight elastic leg band of her panties....
His fingers slipped up inside the narrow leg band and she cringed from his lasciviously delightful touch.
Then suddenly, he looked at her.
"How would you like to have all the pleasure in the world and still keep your virginity," he asked.
And Judy could not reply to the question she did not fully understand. Before she knew it, he was easing her sandals off, teasing soft wet kisses along the bottom of her foot and up the back of her calf. Then she felt him lift her hips and pull her scanty little nylon panties down over the smoothly rounded curves of her hips and down her legs.
"No, No, No!" she cried, but her will was as soft as putty as she saw him kneel between her ankles and stare with lascivious eyes at her soft blonded pubic hair and the wide coral-pink lips of her now completely open and defenseless young pussy. Quickly, he slithered forward until his face was just above the soft, wetly glistening little slit between her thighs. Never before had he seen such a mouth watering, cunt. It was incredible that mother and daughter could resemble each other even in those most private parts. Her pubic hair was softly silky, and the never used cuntal mouth was even smaller, more delicate, than her mother's.
Then slowly, as though he were savouring every second, he lowered his face ... and his tongue crept out between his teeth.
He licked once, slowly and gently, his tongue moving from clitoris to anus ... and he was rewarded with an almost inaudible moan. His tongue retraced the wetly teasing path it had just taken, and this time he felt the tendons of her inner thighs tighten and her entire pelvis slowly rise upward toward his face. Despite herself, Judy's body was responding, and he tasted the slightly saline secretions of her feminine musk as her pussy prepared itself for lovemaking by seeping out its warm slickly welcoming lubricant.
Judy could no longer fight the heavenly sensations coursing through her body. It was wonderful, wonderful, and she responded fervently to his tonguing.
Miller sensed this, and drove his tongue full length into the sweet warm depths of her pussy for the first time, using his nose to titillate her tiny, unconsciously pulsating clitoris. Then he tightened his arms about her thighs and buried his rapacious tongue even deeper into the quivering, heated pussy lips between her open legs.
Judy was in complete command of her nerve endings down there as the velevet tongue licked and sucked and caressed all at the same time. But, God, this was wrong! Her mother would die if she could see her now!
"No ... no," she whimpered, clenching her eyes shut as if this would make everything go away.
His only reply was a hard tongue thrust against her clitoris.
"Oh, Norman...." she squealed. "Please don't. You can't do that! It-it's wrong!"
His tongue traced a zigzag pattern down through her pubic curls from clitoris to anus again, then came back and speared into the seeping hole of her tiny, tightly clenched cuntal opening. Several times in rapid succession he flicked his tongue in and out between inner and outer lips of her pussy, tongue fucking her in earnest now.
Judy began to moan sensuously as she felt the powerful sensations overriding all other emotions and needs, while Miller's teeth clamped the sensitive almond bud of her clitoris and began nibbling gently. "Oh God!" she gasped, falling back on the cushions, in total submission to the intense feeling and sudden uncontrollable hunger down between her helplessly trembling legs.
Norman Miller looked at her, his face shining with his own saliva and her excitedly flowing cuntal juices. God! she was beautiful, he thought. Then he lowered his chin and ran his hot, hard tongue along one side of her outer layer of vulva, watching her as he did so. Her face grimaced, not in disgust, but in what was obviously passion.
Like mother, like daughter-she was his now! His to do with what he wanted. Her pussy was in command of her body now. And he was master of her pussy.
He let his eyes feast hungrily on the now fully blossomed lips which had grown in size and color since he began his ministrations. There was life in those lips, and no masterpiece in any museum could ever compare with the picture before him-framed so delicately with incredibly soft, golden pubic curls. One single drop of her seeping pussy juice clung like a small translucent pearl to the little curls of golden hair. The entire cuntal area looked like the corolla of some ruby-colored flower and, in the middle where the stamen ordinarily would be, there was the sacred little opening to her womb. Even as he watched, it puckered and unpuckered in sensual excitement, looking like an orchid offering a kiss.
Judy watched spellbound as he placed his thumbs on her vaginal opening and peeled her softly yielding pussy lips apart as though it were sections of some succulent tropical fruit being separated; the soft curls of her pubic hairs gave way, exposing the flaming beauty of her vertical little cuntal mouth to his lust-dimmed gaze. She moaned helplessly as he breathed against the sensitive lips; the expelled hot air from his throat grazed raw nerves down there and her entire body reacted as she heard his accompanying lewd statement. "I'm going to eat your pussy, Judy. I'm going to tongue-fuck you and, if you're the virgin you appear to be, you're in for a beautiful surprise."
She saw his face drop ... and his tongue come out wetly to probe her hotly quivering vagina. That was the last thing she saw. With this hot, wet contact between tongue and cunt, she simply was forced to let everything go. Her body responded automatically, jerking convulsively, as she ground her hips into the leather couch in an effort to escape his long, worming tongue that wiggled like a sidewinder up one side of her cunt and down the other. A groan bubbled out of her throat. "Ohhhh ... my God! Mr. Miller ... please ... don't,...."
The rapacious licking continued in and upon her hotly responding vagina and she felt her stomach muscles rippling uncontrollably. She began wailing in animal-like passion as his tongue scoured her inner thighs and made one hot swipe around her clitoris before snaking rapier-like in and out of her hotly writhing pussy.
Norman Miller raced his tongue faster up the dilated hole between her open thighs. He used his nose to tease against the hotly throbbing little clitoris repeatedly and each nudge brought a low gasp from the helplessly immured girl. She raised her head up to look down over her breasts and this time her mind was clear enough to see everything. She saw his bobbing head framed between her widespread knees, and she could see Miller's darkly curling hair bobbing up and down between her legs.
Fiery licks of forbidden pleasure pervading her being totally now as Miller's powerful hands released her thighs and sipped under her buttocks, cupping and squeezing the soft, yet firm warm flesh of the hotly trembling cheeks. His tongue and mouth continued to grind further and further into the valley of ther squirming warm moist cunt. Totally given over to the pleasure invading her body now, she raised her pelvis, making Miller's head bury itself even deeper. His hands pulled apart the crevice between her buttocks, and then one adventuresome finger began exploring the opening to her tiny puckered little rectum. The feel of that finger there caused Judy to begin moaning low in her throat in obvious pleasure. She was letting herself feel every wonderful minute of it....
"Ooooooooh Go! Aaahhhhhhh!"
Miller heard her sharp gasp of delight as his hands kneaded the soft globes of her pliantly yielding buttocks; the sound caused a surge of new lust in his already over-aroused body, and he drew her limply cooperating legs up and around his neck. Moments later, he had the satisfaction of knowing that she had voluntarily locked her ankles together behind his head in consent and cooperation. He continued to fuck her orally, using his tongue to run lewd sensuous circles around her fully erect little clitoris, nuzzling his nose back and forth as he darted his throbbing tongue deep into her pulsating pussy, feeling the soft, hair-rimmed lips push against his mouth with increasing strength as her body spasmed and writhed upward in a now hungry effort to bring more and more of his mouth into contact with her wetly glistening flesh. His middle finger again sought out the tightly clenched lips of her anus, and a low inarticulate moan was wrenched from her throat as he probed teasingly the opening. Abruptly, his hot wet mouth moved down, down, all the way down where his tongue flickered hotly against the brown puckered little hole.
Judy's eyes blinked wide open as she felt the touch, felt the wild sensual pleasure surge like seismic wave through her, as her wanton body used her heels to bring his head in tighter, deeper, endeavoring to rape her own tortured rectum with his tongue. She flailed her head from side to side, trying to shake off the shame at the realization she had lost complete control of her emotions. Her body was boiling over with the exquisite tingling of raw nerve ends as Miller licked wildly at her cuntal crevice again.
And suddenly, as her pussy began to vibrate, she knew she was closer than ever before to the total fulfillment she had only glimpsed before. She spread her thighs wider and raised her burning, desire-filled loins to his face, her only wish now to aid this man, this master of her nakedly grinding vagina. She ground her throbbing widespread cunt against his face, reveling with insane delight at the lewd, forbidden pleasure he was bestowing upon her.
Her body was rapidly building up to that slow sweet agony of a climax. Never before had she been so close to release, not in all of her life. Now, she could feel the mighty vapors beginning to build up into towering, frightening thunderbirds in her love-starved young pussy. This buildup could not last much longer or she thought she would explode.
Miller sensed that she was reaching across the orgasmic gulf for the first time in her young life, and he wormed his middle finger deep, deeper into her saliva-moistened anus. It went in easily, the hole having been lubricated by his saliva, enlarged by his tongue. At the same moment, he began concentrating on her tiny, hotly jerking clitoris.
Judy writhed and twisted, .bubbling and bubbling wild mewls of passion, her face was twisted in a grotesque mask of abandoned lust which was white hot in its intensity. She was close. Closer. This was it. Now! It could not be denied her. "Ohhhh ... ohhhhh, God! God! GOD!" She chanted as he screwed up into her hotly clasping cunt harder with his tongue. She was only vaguely conscious that his hands were teasing her anus and clitoris with tingling fingers of flame, and she gasped hoarsely, wailing with a breath that came more and more rapidly. His big, implacably twisting tongue burrowed ever deeper into her pussy, and she could feel it trembling deeper inside her-flickering, touching, licking everything.
Suddenly then, the massive towering pillar of lust in her cunt split wide open in one gigantic earthquake of sweet agony.
She had bridged the gulf and now she was soaring, higher, higher and higher! She was there!
As if from a distance she could hear her own cry of delight as she screamed, "I'm cumming. Oh God! Don't stop. Don't ever stop! Oh? Oh? Ah' AIIIIIEEEEE!! I'M CUMMMMMMMMIIIINNNGGGG! Oh? Oh? Ah? AHHHHHH! AIIIIIEEEEEE! I'M CUMMMMMMMMIIIINNNGGGG!"
Her legs locked around his head, tightening with all her might as her heels beat the primitive rhythms of lust against his back.
Finally the tumultous storm ended and her ravaged body settled back completely relaxed into the soft, smooth cushions beneath her. Miller continued gently kissing and nibbling at her young vaginal lips until he felt the last delicate tremors subside, then he slowly sat up beside her.
She looked at him with the knowledge of Lilith in her eyes, a convert to the cult of carnality. She was a woman now and she wanted nothing more in her life but sex, sex, sex. It was all, it was everything ... but....
She looked at him, grinning wickedly. "I'm still a virgin you know."
"Well, let's see what we can do to correct that terrible situation," he answered as he stood up and began removing his clothes.
CHAPTER FOUR
Hank Lamston walked lazily down the pretty tree-lined street with a bored shuffle. He had lived here all his life. He knew every tree, every house, every person. Shit! High school and home, home and high school Friday and Saturday you could hang out with your friends, maybe go hear a local rock group half out of tune ... what a drag!
And the biggest drag of all was the chicks ... man ... compared to his gorgeous sister and his lovely mother, the girls at school looked either plain or whorey to him. He knew he shouldn't let it get in his way, he should ball them like the rest of the guys, but somehow, he just knew he wanted the first time, at least, to be something special ... not just a question of shooting your wad into some dumb cunt....
Some day ... some day he'd go to New York, live among those ten million people, and all that money and power and excitement. Maybe he'd even be a writer-like Norman Miller.
Wow! Every time he thought about the one person on the block he didn't know, he got really excited. He wanted more than anything to meet the famous author, but felt kind of awkward around people he didn't know. But, shit! His books were incredible. What a life that guy must lead, Hank thought. His books were full of fucking and fighting, living and loving....
Then suddenly he had made a decision, and he could feel his bored desperation falling away. Why not? he thought. Why not just drop by and visit him ... what's the worst that could happen. Jesus. There was nothing really to be afraid of. Just ask him what you have to do to be a writer and stuff like that ... just to get to meet him anyway....
He was almost at Miller's house now. He paused a moment, then quickly made his way to the house. He walked up to the stone path to the front door and knocked hesitantly, timidly. There was no answer. He was about to knock again, when he heard muffled sounds coming from inside. Sounded like voices. He knew he was eavesdropping, and that maybe he shouldn't, but he stood there anyway to listen....
At first he thought maybe it was the radio or the TV, but something about the tones was strangely compelling. He leaned in closer to the door, looking quickly around to make sure no one was watching. The voices were excited....
Boyish curiousity got the best of him, and he walked quietly around to the side of the house, pausing a moment just outside the window.
Suddenly Hank froze as his fingers touched the window sill and he flattened himself against the side of the house. A ripple of high pitched laughter, incredibly familiar to him, reached his ears. It was weird, he thought, but it sounded just like his sister Judy. What would she be doing at Norman Miller's house ... it couldn't be!
Hank could make out more clearly now what the voices were saying.
"Baby," the male voice was saying, "I'm gonna fuck you till you can't walk for a week ... open your legs ... hurry!"
Hank's heart was pounding out of his chest and it was hard to breathe. He cupped his hands around his eyes to cut out the sunlight, straining to see into the dimly lit room through a small crack in the drape where it hadn't quite closed.
Oh God! He couldn't believe what he saw before his very eyes! It was his sister ... his sister and Norman Miller both as naked as the day they were born, sprawled out on the living room floor in an obscene display of raw lust.
God! Judy was beautiful! There wasn't a stitch on her nakedly writhing body and Hank realized it was years since he had seen her naked. Hank felt as though he were going to choke and retch and die of excitement! His sister was the most incredibly beautiful woman he had ever imagined even in his wildest dreams. Her firmly ripened breasts were tipped with rosy points of nipples and the slim waist flowed into curved hips and long shapely thighs. Between those thighs he could see her yellow pubic hair and then, as she slowly writhed like a snake on the cushions, her legs opened and he could see the hair fringed pussy mouth, pink and pulsing. Oh, God all mighty! His hands grew white and his fingertips pained something terrible as he gripped the edge of the windowsill with all his strength.
He thought he would die from the mixture of pain and excitement. He could kill that bastard Miller, he could just kill him and take his place with his sister! Oh God! What was he thinking. Yet he longed to fling himself on the widespread naked girl who was his sister and bury his own aching cock into her moistly opened, expectant cunt. His breath was coming in such ragged pants now that he thought sure they would hear him. He tried to force himself to breathe through his nose but his mouth was a desert and his tongue a bloated and parched thing that kept flopping out of his mouth.
As Hank looked through the window he could see between Norman Miller's legs. He could see the pulsing rubbery tip of his cock grazing the soft velvet flesh of Judy's vagina. He almost called out from the window, warning her to save herself from the lecherous older man, but one look at the rapturous expression on his sister's face stilled the warning in his throat. Seeing the thick rod of male flesh rubbing against the swollen pink cuntal lips, Hank wondered if this was his sister's first time. Shit! If it was, Hank knew that the hard, enormous instrument of the older man was too large ever to fit into the narrow opening of Judy's tiny cunt. Still, she seemed willing, almost frantic to have the huge masculine phallus thrust into hen.
Hank watched breathlessly as the author eased forward gently, while the mouth of his sister's cunt seemed to be clasping and reaching at his shaft as if to suck the rock-hard flesh up into her. Judy's hips began a desperate rotation up against his loins until her legs, without warning, snaked out on either side of Miller's body, her calves locking against the back of his thighs, pulling him closer to her.
Little mewling noises came from deep in Judy's throat as Miller deftly wedged his enormous cock into her vulnerable open pussy, accompanying each thrust with a loud bestial grunt. Gradually, he levered into her, the length of the giant red pole disappearing between the tender pink folds of the teenage girl's virginal opening, while she hesitated for a moment, feeling the new strangeness of the first penetration, wondering ... Then, realizing it hurt not at all, she began to shamelessly grind her entire body up against him.
As Miller slid his wet gleaming cock in and out of the soft cavern of the girl's hair-lined slit, Hank viewed the scene, his mouth agape in amazement. His sister had paused only momentarily at the initial penetration, and now the great male cock invaded her rhythmically like a drill tunneling deep into her belly, drawing muted moans of ecstasy from her lust-contorted lips.
As he watched, Hank's emotions were a mingling of excitement and disgust. The boy felt as though he was going to cream in his pants just from watching.
Inside the window, the couple were gasping and panting in delight as Miller began to rock more violently in and out of Judy's hot and steaming pussy. Hank's sister began a series of lurid gyrations, swaying her buttocks in long sensuous circular motions to accommodate the long thick cock fucking into her.
"Ooooooohhhh, darling, please, fuck it hard! Fuck me harder!" Hank heard her gasp. Almost unaware of his own actions, Hank's hand was rubbing his bulging penis frantically. He knew that his excited reaction to the spectacle was horrible, debasing, but somehow he couldn't stop-not while the animal grunts from the room filled his ears with their carnal symphony of licentious lust.
The young boy watched spellbound as his sister's eyes closed and opened in a lost glaze of passion. His hero, Norman Miller, was slamming forcefully into her moist red slit, his balls slapping wetly against her raised buttocks, as he buried his cock to the hilt with every thrust. Shivers of lewd delight surged through Hank's nerve endings as he realized this was a madness he had never known-a total surrender to the lure of the flesh. He screwed his hand down hard against his throbbing cock, opening his zipper and pulling it out, holding it firmly in his hand. He was desperately imagining that he, too, was pumping into the soft little pussy of his own sister.
Suddenly Judy's body arched stiffly in spastic irregular movements, and Miller clasped his hand tightly over her mouth to muffle the screams of exquisite pleasure that rasped from her throat. Filled with concern for Judy's safety, Hank watched until he realized that his sister was not in pain but in the throes of unbearable pleasure. Overwhelmed by the sight of the girl's body being wracked by the incredible wave of emotion, he shrank back from the window, knowing he had no right to intrude on such a moment. But as harsh masculine moans came to his ears, he leaned back to the sill and saw Miller still ramming fiercely into his sister, the muscles of his buttocks standing out from the exertion.
"I'm cumming ... aah!" he gasped as his body drove on.
Hank saw the thick pole swelling and lurching in Judy's hungry vagina as Miller began spewing hot sperm deep up into the girl's slippery passage. Finally, with an empty groan, the author rolled from between the girl's thighs to lie exhausted beside her.
Hank was furious with frustration as his own passion was now so near its crest. Oblivious to the rules of propriety or dignity, he pumped harder at his cock in his hand, until his body quivered and shook and he felt the hot liquid begin to spurt out crazily against the side of the house.
And when it had subsided, he quickly zipped himself up, and ran, frightened and upset, down the street to the haven of his own home.
CHAPTER FIVE
After Norman Miller had left her, Cora Lamston had lay for a long time on the soft living room carpet. Tears that had wanted to break free for a long time blossomed softly in her blue eyes, spilling over and washing warmly down her cheeks. She did not need to wipe them away, nor did she make a sound, and as they came, they brought a strange sort of peace to the distraught widow.
Then, a new feeling began to take over, an anxiety born of the conflict working its way into her consciousness. The tears had been a blessed release, like a cleansing rain after the long pent up gathering of clouds. But the source of the release, the climax bestowed upon her by the promiscuous author next door, was now a cause of worry to her. And she felt as if the foundations of her life were slipping, crumbling into an unknown sea of passion ungrounded in any recognizable morality.
If it had been painful to have her womanhood untouched all those years, it had been a dull, constant pain, one that had defined her life, one that she was used to. Now she felt changed, opened to the unknown, and she was terrified. What did it all mean, all this passion without love?
And Cora was frightened, terrified of the power which now caused her to want him, want him with a passion she had never known before. But what did it mean to a man who had had four wives, to a man who took his pleasure anywhere, with any woman. She could not look to him to replace her dead husband, he would not be the man who would make her life solid again.
Slowly, she picked herself up off the floor, and with sadly resigned motions, put her robe back on. She stood then, in the familiar surroundings of her own home, feeling like a stranger. Her hands were trembling and the knot in her belly was growing tighter, tighter.
Then Cora did something she had never done before when she was alone. She went to the liquor cabinet and poured herself a full glass of brandy. Then she sat down in the easy chair that had been Larry's and began to sip the strong amber liquid, feeling her pain and problems dissolving as each drop worked its soothing magic on her nerves. When she was finished with that first glass, she got up and poured herself some more.
Hank felt like he was coming apart at the seams, walking down the familiar street, feeling somehow indelibly changed. And he felt an almost unbearable pain in his heart. Christ! It was awful. His eyes focused on nothing, all he could see was Judy's open thighs and Miller's cock shoving into the warmly wet haven. Oh God! The whole fucking world was coming apart.
He entered his house from the back door, and went straight upstairs. He slammed the door shut to his room and threw himself on the bed, burying his face in the spread. He had to talk to someone, he had to! It was too much for him to bear alone. Always, when he was in trouble, he would go to his mother and she would say just the right thing to make his pain dissolve. But this ... how could he tell his mother about Judy?
And as he lay there on the bed, he slowly became aware that thinking about his sister was causing him to get another erection. Oh shit! He was depraved, as depraved as any teenage boy could be.
A cold shower. That would do it, that would cool him off, take his mind off it, bring reality back into perspective. He got up and went to the bathroom, where he locked the door.
He stood shivering under the icy shower for several long minutes. The chattering of his teeth wouldn't stop. Yet he still couldn't take his mind off what he had seen just moments before.
Wearily, he shut the water off and stepped out. His cock was still half hard. Goddamn, he'd lose his mind if this crazy desire for his sister that had taken hold of him didn't leave him alone. And what about Judy, fallen into the clutches of that monster-seducing a young teenager without a thought. He had to talk to someone ... He had to!
Cora looked up through her drunken haze to find Hank standing by her chair, his hair damp from the shower, his terrycloth robe tied around him. His face was agonized and pale. For a moment, he wondered vaguely why his mother wasn't dressed, but there were more urgent in his mind.
"What's wrong, darling?" She took his hand to comfort him.
"Mom?" he stammered. "I need to talk to you a minute."
"What is it darling boy?" The sight of her son in need allowed her to put her own cares away. Hank needed her and she would be there for him. Her child needed her. That was something familiar she could deal with.
"Mom ... something really-really awful happened this afternoon ... I-I don't know how to tell you...." he whispered miserably.
"What is it Hank?"
"I don't know ... we've never really talked about ... about sex ... before."
A wave of fear ran through Cora's belly as the crazy thought took hold of her that Hank had seen her with Miller. She looked at him, trying to mask the fear in her eyes.
"Yes, Hank...." she said, trying to sound calm.
"Just let it all out, dear," she told him, praying that what he had to say was not that which she feared most.
Suddenly the words were rushing from Hank's mouth. "I was walking home from school today and I decided to go talk to Norman Miller. See, he's always been sort of an idol for me and I wanted to finally meet him...."
"Go on dear," she coaxed him nervously.
"Well, I heard these noises from inside the house, and I-I know I shouldn't have spied-but, but I walked around to the side and looked in the window and...."
"What did you see?" asked Cora, relieved and now desperately curious.
"I, I saw him and ... and...." The words caught in his throat...."Judy ... And they were ... they were having sex!"
Hank felt the tears rush to his eyes and the hurt that was closing his throat in a painful vise. He couldn't tell her the rest. He couldn't tell her that he had jacked off while he watched.
Cora knew it. She just knew it! All that talk on the media and now Judy had gone and lost her most prized possession to that-that horrible man! Oh God! He was a monster, seducing mother and daughter in one day. Some pain is too strong to be felt, and Cora was now simply numb. Yet her maternal feelings for Hank, Hank who was hurt and needed her, rushed to the fore.
She reached down to comfort her sobbing son. He hurt as much as she did, and he was so young. The poor child, seeing his sister in such a debased act ... God!
And she was angry too, for Judy had phoned and lied-lied and said she would be at her girlfriend's house studying until late.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she patted Hank and held him close, leaning down and cradling his head against her knees. Poor child. Poor, poor child.
They sat for long minutes, mother and son, entwined and sobbing out their mutual heartache. Cora finally rose and wiped her eyes.
"It's all right, darling," she soothed her son. "It's all right ... Let me get you something to make you feel better. Go lay down on the couch.
Cora left the room and returned a moment later with two glasses of brandy. "Here darling," she said, sitting on the couch beside Hank. 'Drink this ... it'll burn ... but it will help a little...." Helpless tears ran down her face again, silent and despairing. She had never given her children alcohol, had forbidden them to drink in fact. But this was an emergency ... it was medicine.
Cora drank her own while Hank sipped his, and she felt the fiery liquid sear her throat and then spread the now familiar warming glow through her stomach. And Hank sipped his, sputtering little at first and then getting the hang of letting it slide down slowly. Wow! This was something else! He was beginning to feel good, actually better than he had ever felt before.
Suddenly it seemed the nightmare was over. His mother was sitting beside him on the couch; he could feel the warmth of her thigh against his hip. He'd never really realized before how beautiful his mom was. How pretty she looked in the thin, floral spring robe, her nipples clearly visible under the clinging fabric.
Cora patted Hank's hard young thigh reassuringly. There was little she could say to him in words to make him feel better. . for as far as reason went, she had no more wisdom to deal with all that had been going on that Hank did. But she knew how to give comfort, the warm loving comfort that only a mother can provide.
As she patted his thigh, she became vaguely aware of the bulge under his robe that pressed against her arm. His thing. Still hard just like when he was a baby. Every time she'd changed his diaper he'd always had a tiny erection. God! That was the second time today she'd thought of that ... Vaguely she remembered the radio program and the doctor who was talking about sex. What did he know, what did he know about a mother's love?
Cora felt a rush of warmth for this beautiful boy who was growing up now, the penis grown to man sized proportions. She felt it jerk and throb under her arm. What agony seeing his sister and that horrible writer must have been. She patted him again, her hand sliding and patting across his lap as she brought it up to steady her drink and drain it. He knew she didn't mean anything by it but he wished she would never stop. "You're such a good mom."
He sat up dazedly, his head swimming a little and leaned over to kiss her soft cheek. How soft her skin was, how beautiful and young she was ... she looked so much like Judy....
Cora felt Hank's kiss on her cheek. Such a sweet boy. His young lips were warm and full and kindled something deep inside her breast. Her glass fell to the floor empty and made a soft thud on the carpet.
Without thinking, Cora turned her head and kissed him back on those young firm lips. Such a good boy. He was going be all right now. The brandy had calmed him down. Maybe they'd even had too much. Her mind and body didn't ache with pain and confusion any more, but everything seemed so out of focus. Suddenly she felt Hank's arms go around her, pulling her close to his hard young chest. She patted his shoulders and marveled at their strength.
Hank gathered his mother in his arms when she turned her head to be kissed on the mouth. A thrill shot through him as he felt her soft yielding body so close against him, the full breasts crushed against him. What a truly beautiful woman ... warm and understanding. He felt her shudder, her mouth trembling under his. Instinctively he kissed her harder, his lips bruising and demanding. God, it was good to hold her like this.
Cora pulled away, her breath coming out in little pants. She had to get her breath. There were streaks of fire shooting thrugh her breasts and her pussy was tightening and drawing inward. It felt so good, so right, so exciting. As she pulled back to look blearily into his eyes, Hank's hard young palm inadvertently caught her breast and the fire there flamed higher, warming her.
Hank felt the soft globe, that had once nursed him, hot and full in his palm. God! She was beautiful. His fingers dug into the resilient firmly ripe flesh, covered with the thin silky fabric. The nipple was hard and erect, poking into his hand in a fiery little point.
"You're so beautiful ... so good to me ... Ohhhhh, Mom...."
Catching his hand with her own, Cora pressed the young male hand closer on her beating breast. As a baby he'd patted and played with her breasts while he nursed, kneading and loving them. Ohhhh, it had been so lovely. She longed to hold his head there again. Without thinking, transported by the memory of his baby head nestled there, Cora pulled the robe from her breasts and caught his young head to her flesh, giving him the nipple in his strong young mouth.
She dimly heard him gurgle as he took it and began to suck. The flames rose in her flesh like a raging forest fire, burning brighter and brighter.
Hank felt the nipple, hard and quivering against the roof of his mouth. He sucked deeply as though nourishment would come pouring out. Oh God! Some deep instinct guided his sucking, his lips and teeth making strong sucking action while his tongue laved the tiny sensitive nib.
Cora rocked slightly, feeling the warm head nestled and the mouth sucking so intently and seriously. Then she felt his hands begin to knead and pinch her other breast, cupping and squeezing and pinching and nipping painfully, but unintentionally. The familiar drawing-in sensation began in her womb and then her whole pussy was convulsing rhythmically. Ravenousely, Hank moved to the other breast, catching the nippled and drawing it out even further with his teeth. He heard a muffled cry choke from her throat. His hands were caressing the perfect white flesh naked and shivering, while his mouth drew out the heady nectar in deep sucking. She was shaking and rocking, clutching his mouth deeper and deeper into the fragrant female flesh. He wanted to devour the whole of the sensuously desirable femininity. His mouth nibbled upward to the white column of her throat while his hands cajoled the naked spheres until he reached her mouth and his tongue shot into the warmly wet cavern. He could almost feel the moist grotto surrounding his cock as he tongue fucked greedily into her mouth. For a moment the shifting lights in his head cleared, the swimming ceased and he jerked away in horror. Christ all mighty ... he was kissing his own mother like she was a girl ... a girl he wanted to fuck. His cock was rigid and quaking, seeping eagerly against his skin under his robe! Oh God ... what was happening to him?
"Ohhhhh ... Hank ... baby...." he heard his mother sigh as she slipped limply down beside him on the couch, unheeding that her robe was off her shoulders now, her breasts and upper body naked against him. She pressed closer, her hand sliding over him in tender caresses, coming to rest against the poling bulge of his robe covered penis that strutted up wildly, at the touch of her hand. She was drunk ... crazy insane drunk ... they both were ... the whole family was! First his sister and now....
His own mother putting his mouth on her naked breast, kissing him. Oh Jesus! It was wrong, horribly hideously wrong, ... but if felt so ... oooohhhh God damn!
"Oh ... Mom ... Oh God ... I didn't mean ... Oh, I can't help it ... this is killing me . .,. help me ... my cock . .,. it's on fire ... help me ... I want to fuck you ... got to fuck you or I'll die ... '.
"Shhhh ... it's all right darling ... Mother'll help you ... poor baby ... poor little baby...." Her tongue felt thick and too large in her mouth. Something was wrong with-her breathing and she felt hot and stifled. She fumbled and found the sash that held the robe around her waist. There ... better to get that hot thing off. She turned back to cuddle Hank. He was feverish and hot too. Her hands slid under his robe and pulled it away. She found the cause of his misery ... die, he said ... well, no wonder ... his penis was so swollen and hard and pulsing. She could hear him groaning and carrying on. Feverish and hot nad hurting ... Her hands soothed the risen stalk of his young manhood, all corded and jerking with need ... Well, Mother will kiss it and make it well again. There ... and there ... and there ... be better in no time, sweetheart.
The mouth was working obediently to suck out his very guts through his aching cock. Whimpering and gurgling deep in his chest at the incredible contact of her soft mouth licking and sucking upward on his raging penis, his hands found the curly head and pushed the wetly warm pocket of hollowed mouth down even further. His hips jerked upward to force it down the wonderful darkly sensuous cavern, the tunnel of heavenly delight. He was coming apart at the seams. His hands slid down the smooth white back and then under to find the dangling round breasts, firm and giving. Oh God!!!!! Nothing had ever felt so good in the whole fucking unvierse!
Cora could feel the demanding rigidity almost to her tonsils. Every little vein that bulged out she licked and soothed with her tongue going round and round the pulsing quivering length. There was a strange thick slippery fluid that was heady and sweet ... pungent and spicy. Instinctively the hardened tip of her tongue found the tiny opening in the head and bored into it as far as possible. The young loins responded and shoved upward. Her hands found the bloated balls that threatened to split' the scrotum and cradled them lovingly. So heavy and full. Oh, if only her head wouldn't swim so ... leaving her and then swarming back making everything sway and jump. Must be the brandy. One leg was cramped and ached. Holding the base of the great thing in her hand she wriggled around till she could get to it better and ease her leg over his body. That was much better. She closed her eyes and let her mouth slide slowly down over the velvety smooth skin that was so hard and solid underneath, full of cords and ridges. She sucked it hard with great smacking noises.
"Juesussssssss ... Godddddammmmmmmnnn...." Hank moaned as his hands found the rounded moons of his mother's smooth buttocks over his chest. He lifted his head and looked. Oh shit! The tight clasping opening of her pale coral pussy was exposed, soft downy hair ringing the moistening mouth. There was the crinkled clenching little flower of her anus. Hell!
Exerting a steady pressure on the inside of her white tapering thighs with his hands, he pressured her legs wider apart and lifted his head into the softness of her loins, extending his tongue and finding the tightly moist opening to her pussy. He flicked his lingual member through his teeth and plunged the tip of it into her flagrantly ready cuntal portal, tasting the pungent flavor of her, the sparse down ringing her pussy tickling his cheeks as he thrust, then, deeply into her. The shock of it went through her like a lightning bolt. She quivered in response, her buttocks undulant as she moved her searing pelvis down to him, almost in supplication ... begging him for more.
As she gasped aloud, her mouth gaped open and her head jerked up, uncontrollably; at that instant, the very tip of his blood-engorged penis brushed her chin. Unconsciously, she opened her mouth slightly to capture it and to feel it press against her teeth. Ovaling her lips, she absorbed just the head, tasting its maleness, nippy and pungent, and ran her tongue around the smooth, rubbery glans, aware of the warm throb of it inside her mouth and against her lips. She was so enthralled ... involved with the lewd sensations being generated down between her wide-held legs that she was not fully aware any more. It seemed, somehow, natural and right ... and she savored the aroma and the pungency of its delicate flavor on her palate.
Instinctively, almost hypnotically, her hands went down to him, the one to grasp the young, long and hardened shaft, the other to caress the testicles that hung down in their soft sac behind it.
Then, she heard his voice, coming to her from miles away, it seemed. "Keep sucking ... keep sucking!"
The head of his thing was in her mouth! Dear God! I've got his ... h-his thing in m-my mouth ... and I-I didn't know it! And I-I'm liking it ... I-like the taste of it! It's so big ... and warm ... and kind of s-smooth ... and it-it's beginning to ... f-feel good ... in my m-mouth ... like I xxant to keep it ... there! Like I really do want ... t-to suck it! Oh God! I-d-do! I want to ... s-suck his ... c-cock! That's the right word: C-cock! I want t-to ... Oh, I want to suck his cock, until he squirts out his ... ss-perm!
... And, she knew then, knew it without a doubt, that she wanted to grasp this experience, make it her own, for she knew it was what he needed ... what she needed ... yet she hadn't ever been able to do it with the father of the boy whose cock she, herself, had in her mouth. But she knew it was what he needed, and it was good, wonderful!
Again, she ran her tongue-tip over the pulsing young penis head in her mouth, swirling it around and around, feeling the velvet-smooth skin of it. Then, she began to push the tip of her tongue into the tiny orifice, again probing, tantalizingly, and she was rewarded by a deep-throated moan from the boy under her. He shoved his pelvis up at her, filling her mouth and throat with his lust-hardened flesh; at the same time he took her quiveringly aroused clitoral bud into his mouth and nipped it gently with his teeth.
The shock of his rock-hard cock going deeper into her throat had almost made her gag, but the shock to her sensitive clitoris offset it. The electric contact of his tongue, now as he licked the sensate head of her miniature phallus while he held it gently between his teeth was almost all she needed to send her to the brink of ecstasy the alcohol had made possible.
In blissful delirium, she fought back the initial gaggy sensation and began to hollow her lips in a teasing little sucking motion, while she used her tongue, excitedly, licking up and down the sensitive underside of the huge, throbbing prick she had absorbed, now, to its fullest length into her mouth. Then, as his hips began to flex, moving his cock in and out of her oral cavern, she knew, it seemed, instinctively, what she was expected to do. Her mouth was a substitute for her cunt. It could give a man as much satisfaction as the mouth between her legs ... maybe more! The thought of Norman Miller with Judy ... legs widespread, with his huge cock working in the obscene flesh of her own daughter's cunt, flashed through her mind, followed instantly by the vision of Miller in her own cunt ... and then, she saw what Hank must have looked like watching, and knew instinctively what he hadn't told her-that he had grown aroused watching them, that he had taken out that same big hard prick she now had in her mouth ... Oh God! What total depravity and total pleasure!
Rolling her lips in to cover her teeth, she began moving her head, in opposition to him sliding her ovaled, suctioning lips up and down the rigid pulsing pole of his cock, knowing somehow that it would give him exquisite pleasure. She was not wrong! She heard him gasp aloud. "Oh Christ! That feels good! Keep it up ... Mom! Keep sucking on it, Mom!"
Hank had never experienced anything like this in his life! Christ! This was outasight! His mother was sucking him like she had done it all her life! It must be instinct! The best thing in the world was his own mother!
Cora just couldn't believe it; the combined thrills that coursed through her sucking and being sucked was simply enchanting ... rapturously so! The lewdly erotic sensations in her mouth and throat amazed her ... and the way Hank was licking and sucking her clitoris, made her feel that this moment of her life was the most fulfilling she had ever known!
Tender hot licks of fire hovered over her loins where the boy's tongue slaved, loving, sucking and licking her, bringing her by ascending degrees almost to the pinnacle of ecstasy. She knew that she was ready ... now ... ready for the storm to break, bringing with it the welcome gushing waters of relief ... to wash over her with a downpour of pure rapture.
His pelvic movements, driving his cock into her mouth became longer, more frantic; she moved with him while the hardened flesh of him ground in and out of her mouth. She instinctively kept her teeth covered with her rolled-in lips, keeping a constant squeezing pressure around the giant shaft as it sawed in and out. When she had taken him into her mouth, she hadn't known she would suck him to climax, but suddenly, she wondered whether he would shoot his sperm directly into her mouth.
She didn't know; then, she realized that it would be impossible to avoid it! He would squirt his cum into his mouth and she would have to swallow it! Could she do it? Dear God!
... And then there was no time to think. The thunder shower of her passion broke inside her with brilliant, flashing lightening bolts blinding her eyes, the thunder of her racing blood in her ears, the raspiness of her hot breath in her lungs ... and she came, moaning out her ecstasy around the length of the racing cock in her mouth. "Ooooooohhhhh! I'm cummmiiinggggg! Aaaaaaggghhhhh!"
Her body convulsed, as waves of welcomed release rushed over her. Oh God! It's wonderful. It's absolute heaven!
Hank knew he was going to cum in a moment. He could feel the breaking tide of his semen straining to break down the restraint of tumescent flesh, and he wondered if he should tell her ... prepare her for the spewing flood of sperm from his aching, throbbing cock. Then he felt the sudden convulsions of his mother's body. He grasped her flexing, white buttocks, pulling their rounded flesh down tight to his face as he placed his lips directly over her voraciously throbbing cuntal mouth, suctioning her strongly with his lips, while his own hips flicked his expanding member in and out of her mouth with merciless abandon. Suddenly it was there! He came!
His young swollen cock burst in her mouth, all its youth jetting streams of his white, hot semen into her throat that made her gasp and choke, forcing her to swallow it as fast as it streamed up into her mouth. With one final plunge, he rammed his long, hard cock to the hilt of her mouth, his hairy balls coming against her nose, almost suffocating her. She reached down then to his buttocks and pushed down until only the bulbous head of his jerking cock remained in her mouth. She had found the taste of him savorful, and she sucked and licked, swallowing all of his sperm until the throbbing pump of his cock was stilled and there was no more of the viscous liquid left. And in this final act she felt a kinship with her daughter Judy and with Norman Miller. In that instant she understood the author better ... and her daughter's willingness to throw away what she had considered the prize of her virginity.
Their bodies subsided from climax, Hank's penis becoming flaccid in her mouth. He pulled her around beside him.
She lay on her side now, looking up at her son blearily. He was tall and spare, not yet filled out, but his sinewy strength was there. Yes! He was a man ... a boy-man, but he had satisfied her completely.
Then suddenly, she felt weird, crazy. What had she done! Oh God! What had she done? And what if Judy should return and find them like this.
"Hank ... Hank...." she whispered, trying not to communicate her panic to him. "You'd better go up to your room."
Half asleep, half dazed with alcohol, Hank roused himself and made his way unsteadily to his room.
Maybe, Cora thought hopefully, he'll wake up in the morning and think it was all a dream.
CHAPTER SIX
Cora felt she was living a nightmare. The moment her eyes had opened to the morning light, the horror of what she had done hit her like a hammer between the eyes. She must be a depraved monster to commit an act so horrible that it had been forbidden in every civilization known to man! She had committed incest with her own son! It was so monstrously evil, so hideous, that it seemed to drain every ounce of energy from her body. Like a catatonic, she just lay there under the weight of that oppressively sinful knowledge.
Judy, looking incredible pretty and cheerful-more beautiful than Cora had ever seen her-poled her head in the door. "Hey mom, what's wrong?" she asked. "Are you sick? Should I call a doctor?"
Cora shook her head weakly. "No ... no ... just leave me rest ... I-I'll be okay."
"Sure mom," said Judy, relieved it was nothing serious, nothing that would keep her from enjoying this lovely, sunny Saturday afternoon.
Thank God, thought Cora, it wasn't Hank who had popped his head in the door. She didn't know whether he would remember it or not, she didn't know how he was feeling. She knew she should care, but she hadn't the strength.
She wanted to die, so ready to burst with the pain of guilt was she ... the most terrifying guilt the world had ever known. She flung herself over on her stomach and buried her face and head with pillows to smother the visions that danced in so macabre a fashion in her head.
Somehow, the morning hours drifted into the afternoon. Cora had cried until there were no more tears left ... and the nightmare played over and over till the film of memory was worn and faded. Yet still, she chastised herself. The worst thing had been that she had reveled in it. Reveled in that filty perverted act with her own , sweet son. She had loved it! Some hideously sinful part of her had loved every depraved minute of it. The waves of pleasure had roared through her body like a tidal flood. And it had been her own son Hank who had fucked her to such heights! Her son! For the second time in one day she had fallen prey to the unresistable energies of sexual passion and acted in a way so totally out of character for a woman who had lived almost four decades in the strictest morality ... in the shadow of unfulfilled pleasure. And suddenly, it had all come crashing down on her at once, the pleasure and the accompanying pain of breaking down sexual barriers and standing amidst their ruin.
by the early evening, Judy could no longer shake off the distinctly creepy feeling that something was very weird in their house. Her mother had lain in bed all day, the first time Judy had ever known her to do this. And Hank had not come down from his room all day either. It was weird. And though she had tried to ignore the fear that was gnawing at her about her family, tried to keep it from ruining the joyously beautiful day and shadowing her date with Norman Miller, that night, she could ignore it no longer.
Her mother was too sensitive to deal with, but she'd find out from Hank what was going on ... she'd get it out of him no matter what!
It was curious how the same force of sexual power that had totally liberated the spirit of the young teenage girl ... making her feel that nothing wonderful was ever wrong ... that same powerful pleasure had totally incapacitated her mother and brother. But, having no idea of the nature of the problem in her home, Judy climbed the stairs to her brother's room.
She reached the top of the stairs and tiptoed down the hallway toward Hank's bedroom door. Gradually she became aware of the most anguished sounds coming from within!
"Oh Christ, I love your cunt mother ... I ... want to fuck you mommy...."
Judy was shocked!
But at the same time the lewd words were exciting her. What on earth was going on!
She pushed open the bedroom door silently and gazed inside. There, before her on the bed, out-lined in the setting sunlight, was Hank, his rigid cock held in his hand, actively pumping the loose foreskin up and down.
Masturbating! And thinking of their mother!
Judy stared in rapt silence as his hand moved up and back, making his soft hairy balls jiggle between his long, muscular legs. His mouth was open, although his eyes were closed, and he was muttering fresh obsceneities with every breath.
Judy could not deny the incredible fires that were licking now at her recently deflowered pussy. Ooooooh, how wonderful Hank's hard cock looked to her ... ooooohhhhh, how she wanted her brother to fuck her! She stepped into the room and began to artfully remove her clothes....
Hank looked up suddenly. "W-what?" He was painfully embarrassed at having been caught in such a compromised position. His face turned a deep shade of red, and she knew he was blushing.
"What are you doing, Judy?" he hissed between his teeth, letting go of his penis and pulling a sheet up over it.
"It's okay, baby brother," she murmured as she stripped, kicking off her shoes and sliding her blue jeans down over her firmly rounded hips and long legs. She knew that Hank was getting even more wildly aroused at the sight of her nakedness, and she felt her excitement increase too as she pulled her sweater over her head to reveal her firmly uptilted breasts.
Hank's mouth was hanging open as she stepped out of her clothes. He gazed at his sister's magnificent body in wonder as if he had never seen it quite this way. When she fluffed out her long blonde hair so that it fell down over the tops of her breasts, the effect was total and utter carnality. The teenage boy found his breathing coming in small, ragged gasps, as he struggled to get himself under control. First his mother, and now his sister. Was everyone mad?
Yet he couldn't believe how much she was turning him on. After all, Judy was his own sister!
"See anything you like?" she asked in her best imitation of Julie Christie. Then she moved sultrily toward where her brother lay waiting nakedly on the bed, moving with a calculated wiggle that she had seen girls use in so many Hollywood movies.
Hank was thunderstruck. This performance was so unlike anything he could have expected from his sister. What on earth had come over them all!
Norman Miller! That's what had happened to them! Hank suddenly realized. Why the author had planted the seed of his promiscuity like some sexual Johnny Appleseed, and now their whole house was crazily alive with it. But he was too aroused to care as he sat up and reached out for her. She came into his arms, her high-set round breasts flattening against the muscular hardness of his young chest. He buried his nose in the sweet youthful fragrance of her long, wheat-colored hair, his hard-on resuming its terrible, pounding, blood-engorged desire.
Judy's body shivered as his hands moved down over her softly fleshed buttocks and his fingers slipped into the narrow deep crevice between.
"Darling ... darling brother...." she murmured as he ran his hands in a long slow caress up and down her back. Her body strained along with his hands as they coursed over her naked skin. Then he returned to her buttocks, rubbing then in small circles, gently pressing apart the two full white moons of her ass-cheeks and slithering one finger in the direction of her tiny puckered little anus. Then he withdrew, still somewhat alarmed by the whole situation, but she was irresistible and his hands could not help but reach out and clutch the firm full cheeks of her buttocks again. Then, gaining a strange sort of confidence from her moaning enjoyment, he slid his fingers back again between, up and back, gently increasing their pressure.
God! His sister seemed to welcome his finger there. He pushed his hand up inside the full, satin-like softness of her ass-cheeks until his fingers came into sudden wet contact with the soft down of her thin blonde pubic hair. He pressed one middle finger up between the soft damp flanges of her pussy from behind and moved it around in slow, teasing circles, knocking her small, nerve-filled clitoris wildly back and forth. The unexpected sensation elicited a gasp and a moan from his sister that increased his own abondoned fervor.
"Judy," he murmured nervously, "You don't mind if I touch you there?"
She shook her head vigorously, gasping for breath. "No, no, do it, Hank, do it," she groaned. God, if he didn't continue touching her there, she swore she would kill him. Then she groaned again, vaguely aware of his hands turning her body on the bed so that she was flat on her back and the whole naked front was presented up to him like a sacrificial offering full of intriguing hollows and curves and secret indentations begging to be explored.
"My God, you're beautiful, Judy," he said in a voice choked with emotion and urgent desire for her voluptuous body and tawny flesh.
"Isn't it time you stopped talking and fucked me?" she said huskily, in a voice that made the young boy's penis jerk. He gulped and knelt down, running his hands fervently over her whitely heaving breasts, her flat smooth belly, her thighs, up and down over her unprotected nakedness. His anxiously trembling hands brought forth small animal mewls of delight from between his sister's tightly clenched teeth. Judy felt as if there were tiny licking flames raging all over her passionately awakened flesh, within the softness of her inner thighs, out through the tips of her now pulsating and pebble-hard nipples, and down again into the tingling, burning core of her pussy where they roared into white heat like the interior of a blast furnace.
"Oh God, Hank," she gasped through parted lips. "Fuck me. Fuck me to death.".
"I want to, Judy, I want to," Hank said, hopelessly aroused.
She reached around in back of his neck and pulled his head down, mashing her lips against his, spearing her tongue into his mouth and lapping at its walls top and bottom.
God, thought Hank, this is crazy!
But he was totally unable to battle his own raging lust. His hands continued rummaging over her magnificent body and he ran one up between her thighs to discover that she was wet up there. He could feel the desire-heated center of her loins flexing perceptibly in the direction of his naked touch.
"Ooooooooooooohhhh nice," she sighed continuously up into his open mouth, her tongue pushing lewdly at his, licking it, and searching around deep inside as though wanting to go all the way down his throat. "Soooooo nice...."
Judy's passion spurred his own, even as disbelief fuzzed his hotly lusting brain. She was writhing and twisting beneath him just as she did beneath Norman Miller yesterday afternoon.
He wouldn't be able to stand it another second, he knew, so he moved over, slithering on top of her burning white body like a protective blanket. His cock felt as it it were about to burst, and he reached down on both sides to draw her unresisting thighs up the sides of his hips until the whole of her throbbing wet cuntal slit was presented open to him in a soft glistening oval.
He held them waiting there for one long, torturous moment, then reached down to implant himself.
And then Judy said something that astonished him! Remembering the pictures of the brother and sister that Miller had shown her yesterday, she pleaded with her brother in a passionate whisper: "Fuck me, Hank. Fuck me up in the ass with your great big cock, darling brother."
Her words made his penis jerk madly. Gulping, the surprised teenage boy wasted no time. She turned over onto her stomach and raised her ass-cheeks to an attractive height. Then, his heart pounding madly, he parted the two milk-white half-moons of her buttocks to reveal the dark winking pucker of her anus within the steep cliffs of its protection.
Gasping for air, Hank swiped up some of the pre-coital secretions in his fingers from her ardently seeping cunt, then he began gently working his middle finger into her anal passage with this lewd lubrication. It wasn't long before he was sawing in and out of her with two, then three fingers, as Judy moaned with ecstatic delirium.
The lovely teenage girl was quaking with excitement now, as Hank's lust-engorged penis waved hungrily between her ass-cheeks, which were wet with her excited secretions.
He paused momentarily, holding her anus open with his fingers, then with one long, smooth stroke he slipped his cock upward into their place.
"Aaeeegggghhhhh, ooooooohhhhhhhh...." she gurgled in a kind of purr, working her buttocks back furiously to capture his ecsatically thrusting rod. The smooth wet walls of her rectum clamped around his penis, welcoming him so moistly and perfectly that he almost fainted with pleasure.
"Oooooohhhhh," she crooned deliriously, moaning with lust as her skewered rectum fluttered open to receive him. To her surprise, it accommodated Hank's rampant rod of flesh with ease.
Judy groaned incessantly now as her desire-driven brother fucked madly into her gripping nether passage, gritting his teeth with lust. Her body cooperated with wild abandon.
Norman Miller sang happily to himself as he stood under the shower, lathering his muscularly hard body. He had made a date with Judy for that evening, and he was looking forward to it with relish. Perhaps her luscious mother would be around too ... perhaps....
Visions of having two beauties at one time danced lewdly in his brain. Well, what would be would be. Miller didn't believe in having expectations. He just believed in living fully whatever the world put before him on his path. But one could dream.
He dressed in a white turtleneck polo shirt and a clean pair of faded jeans, then strode jauntily from his house, walking with a light step the half block to the Lamston's house. He reached the door and knocked, hoping that Cora wouldn't answer it, hoping that he would have no explanations to make. Though it didn't really worry him. A writer, a storyteller, he could call upon his imagination to produce whatever words would be need to explain his calling for her daughter. But there was no answer at all to his knock. Strange. Perhaps they were all out. Why, maybe that little bitch was going to stand him up. Shit! How could she, after the great fuck he had thrown her, after he had introduced her so well to the pleasures of the flesh.
He knocked again. Well, he thought. I'll just wait inside....
He tried the door and it opened freely. He liked the way people in small towns never locked their doors. Hopefully, they didn't lock their liquor cabinets either, he thought, walking into the quiet downstairs of the house, looking around until he found what he was looking for.
He opened the cabinet door, found a glass and a good bottle of Wild Turkey and poured himself a stiff shot.
He had drunk about half the glass, when suddenly he heard the muffled sounds of voices coming from upstairs. He froze silently for a moment, then quietly tiptoed toward the staircase where he paused again. The sounds were clearer now, grunting animal sounds, low moans, the slap of what sounded like flesh striking flesh. Slowly, he began to climb up the stairs, moving in the direction of the sounds when he reached the top. The door to a bedroom was partially open and he flattened himself against the wall and peered inside. Holy shit!
It was the luscious young girl being buffeted by a teenage boy, who resembled her so greatly, it must be her brother.
How delicious, he thought, how wonderfully opportune. For jealousy was a feeling almost unknown to the amoral author. He watched with glee as the lovely teenage girl was being sodomized, actually fucked in the ass, by her young brother.
His cock began to stir and throb crazily in his pants, rising into a full blooded erection as he stared at the lewdness before him. God, he wanted that girl again, wanted to possess her body as her brother was possessing it now, feel himself inside her, fucking her....
An impassioned gasp escaped Miller's throat as torrents of desire swept him up in a floodtide that set his blood to boiling his cock to throbbing madly as it jutted forth from the cloth of his jeans....
Cora awoke suddenly from her fitful sleep. It had been sounds that had awoken her, strange sounds she could not quite make out. There was something wrong about them, something that amplified her tension. It was coming from Hank's room, she was sure. She could hear a female voice ... Judy's. She could not be mistaken about her own daughter's voice. What was she doing in Hank's room, Cora wondered. Then, a moment later, she heard Hank.
Cora rose from her bed and walked to the doorway, opening it a crack so that she could hear better.
"Oooooh, God!" She heard her daughter whisper in a strangely hoarse voice...."Ooooooh, fuck my ass!"
Cora's hands began to tremble and she ran her tongue around and around her lips, moistening them from the terrible dryness she suddenly felt. She wanted to go back to bed, block out what she had so unmistakably heard, but she could not move. She knew there was no way to escape the terribly obscene sounds that were coming from her son's room. Her mind was filling with vivid images of what was happening in there. It was awful! It was total madness!
The horrified mother was immobilized by the sounds, by the realization of the image of her young son's muscular body and his big hard cock in his sister's-her own daughter's-ass.
Cora could feel a cold sweat dripping freely down her body beneath the folds of her nightgown. And between her tightly clenched thighs, she could feel her pussy tingling, quivering in unwanted desire. Her mind, body, every nerve and fiber of her being was mesmerized into a state of sensual shock.
These sounds were too arousing, beyond all rationality, and reason somehow was lost to her. As if controlled by an outside force, the confused mother moved automatically, her own intense and demanding physical need all that mattered.
Her left had began to move down along her body to the narrow curve of her waist and across her stomach to rest on her own swollen pubic mound, then exploring, rubbing back and forth across the soft material of her nightgown and then up underneath it as her fingers searched lewdly between her trembling thighs. A strange exciting wetness seeped from her cuntal lips, running freely from her lust-inflamed pussy. Her right hand came up to cup one breast, squeezing and kneading the tiny nipple into painful tautness through the restrictive nightgown.
The moaning from within the next room was almost coherent now as daughter and son thrashed about wildly on the bed in illicit incestuous sodomy. Cora gathered up her nightgown, bunching fold upon fold of its silky material in her left hand and drawing it further and further up around her firm, white thighs to expose the lightly curling pubic hairs covering her pulsating cunt. Holding the gown bunched at her waist, she lowered her right hand slowly over her stomach to her hotly steaming pussy and began to massage it, knowing it was perverted and wrong, but powerless to stop herself. Pressing harder and harder her middle finger sliding wetly along the moist-hair-lined slit she found her clitoris and gently began teasing the erect little nerve-end with her fingernail, feeling waves of all-consuming sensual pleasure ripple through her body. She dipped her finger still lower, insinuating it into the tight opening of her moist, inflamed cunt, and began pistoning in and out with her thumb rubbed rapturously across her swollen clitoris.
"Oooohhhh, keep on, lover. Don't stop!" Judy's voice seeped through the wall.
"Ooooh, I love fucking your ass hole," Hank answered her.
Trembling, Cora shut her eyes, the lurid image of what was transpiring on the bed in the next room surging through her mind. She could picture her young daughter bent over, kneeling with her buttocks waving high in the air, her own brother's cock sawing in and out of her anal passage.
And suddenly, her imagination wasn't enough. Suddenly Cora found herself compelled to see what was going on Quietly she stepped out of her own room, as if directed by a force greater than herself, and walked toward Hank's room.
My God! She hadn't figured at all on what she saw. There was Norman Miller, a huge hard-on pulsing from his jeans, watching the brother and sister from the doorway.
Miller saw Cora approaching. He could tell that she was like a woman obsessed, past all rational thinking now. He just knew with a practiced instinct that her cunt was throbbing wildly, aching with the need for release....
And he was right. The experiences of yesterday and last night, and now this-had completely shattered all and every barrier against indulging in total abandoned pleasure that it had taken a lifetime to construct. She was a wild woman now, a wanton tigress, and could think of nothing but the wild fiery desire in her loins.
Cora stood beside the writer now, and raised no objections as he reached down and drew the material of her nightgown out from between her legs, then slipped it in one smooth motion over her head, until she stood naked before him. Shamelessly, she thrust her pubic region toward him, her smile was age-old, her face sheened with excitement and sweat. "Hello, Norman, darling," she cooed softly.
"Cora, darling...." he murmured, then pointed inside the bedroom...."Look," he said, "look at your son and daughter taking pleasure in each other's bodies ... why don't we fuck like they are, darling. My cock is so hard Cora. Wouldn't you like to have my cock in your ass fucking you while you watch Hank and Judy...."
A low, tortured guttural sound purled from the lust-incited mother's throat-and by that sound Miller knew that he had won. He pulled her to him, pressing her hot, voluptuous nakedness against his, and he took her hand and placed it on his cloth-encased genitals. She didn't move, her eyes still fastened on her two children and her ears filled with nothing but the cries of their animalistic endeavor. Miller whispered, "Take my cock out, baby ... take it out and hold it in your hand...."
Cora was totally given over not to the total carnality of the scene. It was with tremendous pleasure that Miller stood there, while the panting blonde unfastened his belt, pulled his jeans and shorts aside and began to stroke his naked, bulging cock, her little finger extended downward to tantalize the burgeoning sac of his balls. She pressed her naked firm breasts against his arm, rubbing the nipples over the hairy flesh, and began kissing him on the neck and throat with her hot moist lips as she continued to fondle and caress his prick and testicles.
Then, her boldness manifesting itself still further, she stripped him as nude as she was, dropping his clothes to the floor. When he was naked, Cora began rubbing his swollen, throbbing cock up and down her secreting cuntal slit, guiding it through the wet, soft fringe, causing both of them to moan with pleasure and delight. She was tightly grasping the cock of the wildly excited author, when he whispered in her ear. "Come on darling, let's join them, let's fuck next to your pretty little daughter and your handsome young son. You'll like that won't you, Cora, fucking me while we them fucking...." breath coming in ragged little pants. Cora ed him as he led her into the room.
CHAPTER SEVEN
On the bed before them Judy Lamston was insanely delighting in the sodomizing of her back passage by her grunting young brother.
The passion-enslaved teenage girl's widespread rectum had grown accustomed to the huge rod sunk deeply up in her belly and her buttocks were grinding wildly against Hank's sawing cock. She moaned in delight, and her brain was reeling furiously. Ooooooooh, his penis feels so wonderful back there I never thought anything this wicked could feel this good ... Oooohhhh, I'm a real woman now, a real sensuous woman ... aaahhhhhh....
Her long silken blonde hair was swirling like a soft cloud around her head. The totally abandoned, totally awakened teenager buffeted back harder and harder against her brother's pistoning shaft, feeling his bloated testicles slap against her wet, secreting pussy below, the hard thud of his naked loins pounding against her sensuously sweating young buttocks, the wondrous, excitement generated in her swaying breasts by his kneading fingers rolling over her erect nipples. Her hips were a veritable blur of motion, twisting, bucking, a proud young mare being ridden for the first time bareback, reveling in the alien but not unwanted force buried deeply between the sensuously quivering moons of her backside....
"Ooooooohhh, yesssss. Hank," she heard a voice screech, a voice which she knew was her own but which sounded strange and different, "do it to me harder, do it, do it, uuuuuuuuuuummmmmmm!"
And it was at that moment that Judy looked up and saw the two people who had just entered the room.
"Mother!" she squealed. "Norman!"
"Judy ... Hank...." was all that Cora could say.
"Oh God!" cried Hank.
"Oh ... shit!" muttered Miller, hoping he could keep things heading in the direction they were obviously bound.
"Stop! Stop!" Cora cried almost uncontrollably now.
"Wait," said Norman, putting his arm around the distraught woman. "Why should they stop. Why shouldn't your children enjoy each other...."
"Oh! Ohhh ... yes ... oh ... Ah! Ahhh!" Judy was beginning to return to the incredible ass fucking she was getting from her brother.
Norman could no longer bother with the guilt-ridden woman at his side. He heard the desire-drugged teenage girl cry out, and her words were tremendously exciting to the naked, lust-delirious author, causing his cock to palpitate with incredible pressure. His eyes were locked now with Judy's, her beautiful body sweat sheened and her firm full breasts quivered. Cora would come around, he thought, just wait til she sees what comes next.
Judy stared up at Miller now, at the handsome virile maleness of him, the immense erection held strongly in his hand.
It was bigger than she had remembered it; it was monstrous, oscillating, the head swollen and filmed with seminal fluid from the glans opening.
The ruggedly handsome writer walked toward the young teenage girl who awaited him now with lust-dimmed eyes, as her brother continued the delicious ravaging of her anus. Then Norman was kneeling before her, still holding his massive prick in his hand as if it were an offering to her youthful beauty, the aching secreting knob only inches from the soft, wet, pink lips of this woman-child. He stared into the exquisite beauty of her face and a low moan escaped his dry lips.
"Judy, love," he whispered hoarsely. "Open your mouth, open your mouth and suck my cock inside...."
"Norman, oh yes, Norman, I love you and I love Hank ... I love you both, I do, I do, oh give it to me Norman, give me your cock...."
With a groan of pinnacled desire, Norman Miller moved his hips forward, guiding his palpitating, seminally-moist prick to the parted, waiting mouth of the teenage beauty. She tasted the bittersweet flavor of his lubrication against her lips, felt the heavy, bloated head of his shaft resting against them, and then she opened her mouth to accept his offering of love.
"Oh God! What are you doing?" cried Cora from a distance.
But no one, not son nor daughter nor lover heard the distraught pleadings of the voluptuous woman who watched them with horror.
But while Cora protested, her own body once again betrayed her and she watched intently now, her hand dipping down to fondle her own genitalia in unconscious cognition of her own billowing passion.
Judy's hot, wet mouth seized what it needed so desperately-Miller's cock-and began to suck him slowly, agonizingly, running her tongue wetly around and around the slippery head, easing the tip of her fiery little tongue into the open slit of the glans. Her head pumped abandoningly to and fro, slavishly licking every inch of Miller's thick shaft, sucking harder, harder, her tongue swirling faster and faster as she reveled in the delicious, enticing, forbidden taste of the penis that she learned to look to for pleausre. Miller's buttocks began to flex forward, adding his own thrusting movement to her pistoning head so that mouth and cock were fucking together, working together, like a perfectly tuned machine. Judy could feel the secreting shaft batter against her larynx, but she made no move to cease the intense ramming pressure there, the loving pressure, her lips ovaling maddeningly as she attempted to suck the hot white load of sperm from his balls like a siphon to her own aching waiting young throat.
Behind her, her brother watched the wildly lust-inciting sight of Norman Miller fucking his big, hard cock into the eagerly sucking mouth of his sister. The youth was driven on to crazed durbbings into her constricting anus as he realized that the release of his incredible load of sperm was near an end, his balls throbbing like two wild things as they slapped hard against the wet, soft furrow of Judy's cunt. She rolled and flung her buttocks back now against Hank's forward-driving shaft, feeling it deep in her but concentrating too on Millers wondrous prick in the warm, wet grotto of her mouth. She mewled and moaned like a depraved animal, totally abandoning herself now, her hips and tightly clenching rectum swirling more wildly around Hank's shaft, her lips and tongue wildly tasting every ridge and vein of Miller's enormous Ooooooohhhhhhhh, this is wonderful, it's good, it's right! Miller chanted hypnotically, spreading an erotic sense of well-being through the room. Then he muttered, "Judy, my darling, your mouth is like soft, hot butter flowing around my cock, oh Judy, oh oh oh aaaaahhhhhmmmmm...."
Miller was moaning in excited cadence now, staring down at Judy's slavishly working mouth around the great girth of his penis, and he could see her taut, firm young breasts sway and dance from her chest as she rode her mouth back and forth along his cock. He could see her lips clinging to the head of his immense weapon on the backstroke of her head, and he could feel the pressure of his impending cum constricting his swinging testicles panifully, the twin blocks of desire slapping enticingly off the small, sweat-covered chin of this woman-child as she sucked him.
Judy began to nibble with her sharp white teeth the rock-hard, bloated skin of his blood-filled cock, sipping at it as if it were a gigantic straw and his semen was a delicious ice cream treat and she wanted all of it in her mouth, wanted him to cum, her first lover, wanted to taste the man's hot seed as it filled her mouth to overflowing. More wildly she sucked him now, flinging and rolling her buttocks back against the pile-driving pole of her brother, Hank, caught between two pistoning cocks as if she was a pull-toy on two huge rubber bands.
And then, suddenly, the sight of Norman Miller so abandonedly fucking into his sister's mouth, and the girl so voraciously sucking him, was too much for Hank to bear. His fingers dug into Judy's quivering hips, and he began to chant crazily, his eyes rolling in their sockets, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cummmmiinnnnggggggg!" His cock began to jerk then as he pummeled insanely forward into his sister's anus, and Judy suddenly felt his fire-hot semen erupt along his urethra tube from the burning cauldrons of his testicles and fill her rectum to overflowing, felt the searing liquid run down along the crevice of her churning buttocks, along the backs of her thighs, and pool on the bedcover beneath her flailing body.
"Aaaaaaaagggghhhhhhhhh!" she gurgled in mindless delight around Miller's cock, the pressure of Hank's thrusts as he continued to jettison more and more torrents of steaming hot seed into her anus driving her face forward so that her lips and her nose were pressed tightly against the wiry bristles of Miller's thick pubic hair, his prick deep in her young throat and the masculine aroma of his heaving genitals like an added aphrodesia in her flaring nostrils.
Then, all at once. Hank's spasming prick gave one final spurt, deflating like a punctured balloon, and the handsome youth fell away from his teenage sister, his cock pulling from her stretched, glistening asshole with an obscene popping sound. He rolled away, lying face up, gasping with his spent desire.
Cora, who had been masturbating furiously as she watched Miller fuck into her daughter's softly ovaled mouth while Hank thrust and bucked into her anus from behind, now removed her hand from her aching, still unsatiated cunt and crawled over to where Hank lay. She began planting hot feverish kisses on his limp, shining cock, imploring it to get hard, to ease the tremendous burning fire in her own cunt, licking and sucking her son's flaccid member in an attempt to raise it up again for her lustful satisfaction. Gone were all her cares gone was all her guilt ... it had to be all right, it had to, or else they were all mad ... And all she understood any more was the burning in her belly, and her lust overcoming all considerations of her mind.
With the driving pressure gone from her backsides and the thrill of Hank's hot, molten cum still tingling in her bowels Judy was free now to suck Miller properly, her soft, hot tongue and mouth renewed their frenzied lickings of the rigid, palpitating member pressed tightly between her thinly convoluted lips, her head working like a maniacal piston, back and forth, band and forth, back and forth....
And for all his experience, nothing had ever been this wonderful, this marvelously good for Norman Miller! This was the ultimate feeling, this sweet teenager's soft young mouth around his mighty organ of flesh ... this was the ultimate for any older man, to give his cock this way, to spew forth his loving seed into her mouth, into her throat....
No....
Suddenly he was overcome with the desire to fuck her breasts.
"Turn over," he muttered, slowly withdrawing his cock from her mouth and exposing it to the cool air.
Obediently, she complied, and his eyes fastened on her firm ripe breasts swaying out gently to the sides and quivering slightly with each mewling gasp from her happy throat. His eyes blazed just a little madly and he slithered forward and straddled her with one leg on either side, shoving his wildly energized rod into the narrow cleft he was able to make by pushing those two warm mounds together.
He crushed their soft resiliency in his hands, kneading and stretching at them, staching them ooze through his hands like foam rubber, then spring voluptuously back into shape when he released them.
He pushed them together so that they met across her chest and formed a velvety yielding tunnel in which his penis was sensuously entrapped. Then he began an easy rocking movement, thrusting his whole lustfully throbbing rigidity through the warm, flaccid channel formed by her rounded white mounds. As he pushed, the heated red head of his cock appeared at the far end and brushed gently against her chin, leaving a small lewd trace of moisture each time it touched.
He continued the slow rocking motion between her tightly held breasts for several minutes, feeling his blood-engorged member expand until he was afraid it would erupt into a rushing fountain of sperm before he was quite ready. He tweaked her passion-stiffened nipples and rubbed them over the top of his urgent male hardness. At the same time he watched this gorgeous young blonde to see what the effect this was having on her.
The girl was half out of her mind with lust.
"Oh God, fuck me Norman fuck me pleeeeeease!" she moaned wildly. "Fuck me, fuck my hot cunt."
Slowly he drew his hips back to pull his insanely aroused cock from the soft, rounded mounds of her breasts. Her eyes stared at him as his mouth sought hers, found it, and kissed her kissed her as their tongues curled around one another, burning, flicking back and forth, and she moaned and sucked on his tongue as she had sucked on his swelling cock only moments ago.
Alongside the bed, on the softly carpeted floor, Cora had succeeded in reviving her son's erection and the boy had entered her and was fucking with wild abandon now into his own mother's cunt.
"Oh mother ... oh mom," Hank groaned as he felt the hot walls of his mother's cunt clasping hotly, wetly around his lust-engorged penis....
Norman Miller's hands stoked Judy's softly nude body, and she twisted and undulated her body in his embrace, her mouth still fused hotly with his. He caressed her soft fevered breasts, kneading and manipulating the smooth, unblemished young flesh, her hardened nipples, until she mewled with the pleasure of his mouth. Then his hand was moving down, down over her flat stomach, through the wispy pelt of her pubic hair, finally touching the erect pulsing shaft of clitoris. She whimpered in unrestrained pleasure as he massaged the tiny, trembling bud between his thumb and forefinger, her loins beginning to grind down into the bed in wild, uncontrolled counterpoint to his fingering movements down between her legs.
Now Judy had located his prick with her right hand, drawing the foreskin back and forth over the hard knob, tickling the blood-swollen vein on its underside. She felt every ridge muscle, every vein in its immense expanse with her fingers, just as she had with her mouth moments before. The young teenage girl was completely lost now in the consuming passion on which his teasing fingers were sending beyond the realm of endurability.
She pulled her mouth from his, crying out, "Do it to me, Oooooh, please, do it to me now!"
Her words sent skyrockets of excitement bursting through Miller's brain, and rolled over, poising, watching with burning desire as the young girl drew her legs back, knees to her quivering young breasts, and spread widely, enticingly, her thighs to expose the full splendor of her pink, passion-soaked, petal-like vaginal slit to his eyes.
Groaning mesmerically, the author crawled between the girl's upraised legs peering down into her perspiring face, and he breathed to her, "Honey, take it in your hand, take my cock in your hand, my darling. Put it inside you, put it inside your sweet little pussy where it belongs...."
"Yess, ooooh yesssss!"
Her hand slipped down as she tossed and flung her nubile body on the sweat-soaked bed and encircled his thick throbbing cock with her small fingers. She spread her legs and thighs ever wider apart as her fingers dug into the moist, slick surface of his rod. And then, she was guiding his prick toward the small, most, hot opening of her vagina, using its bulbous head to part the soft pubic down and the full, fleshy tips of her tender sweet cunt.
Judy gasped aloud at the sudden electrifying contact of his hard organ against her damp, sensitive flesh. Miller flicked his hips lightly forward, not wanting to intrude too suddenly wanting her to enjoy every moment as he inserted his huge member at the tight entrance of her orifice.
"Aaaaahhhhh!" she cried with delicious desire. "Aaaaahhhhh!"
He pushed forward again and the gigantic crest forced its way into the tight, moist opening. Her hips flew up to meet his thrust, burying almost the full length of his tumescent rod in the folds of her young waiting cunt, sending it racing along the lubricated passage and into her belly until she felt his heavy, sperm-bloated balls smack solidly against the upturned cheeks of her satin-soft buttocks....
... Beside them on the floor, Judy could hear her mother wailing passionately beneath her brother.
Cora was in ecstasy. He was inside her. Her loving son was possessing her hotly sucking pussy. It was the most rapturous thought she could ever know, heightened by the knowledge that on the bed next to her was Norman Miller and her daughter mirroring their own lewd act. Cora loved every inch of Hank's hard prick buried in her warm, wet pussy, loved her son deeper and truer than any mother had ever loved her son. He sent his thick shaft deeper and deeper into her, repeating the motion again and again, each time raising moans of delight and joy from her that were echoed by the couple on the bed....
... Miller had begun a slow revolving motion with his pelvis, grinding his cock tightly into Judy's naked crotch, expanding the walls other young pussy even more, and her own buttocks were rotating even more insanely, demanding harder thrusts from his churning loins. He rocked above her, using short, smooth strokes, and her body reacted in kind chills of excitement and rapture spiralling the full length of her spine as she felt the tempo of his heavy, burgeoning cock burrow into her throbbing cuntal canal....
... Hank was increasing the pace of his fucking into his mother now, and the length of his stroke, feeling he couldn't last much longer, feeling the volcano that was his balls almost brimming over. His mother raised her widespread loins up to him in. simultaneous rhythm to his every downward thrust as her passion-contorted face twisted wantonly with her need and desire....
... And Miller, too, was slamming into Judy with increasing force, drawing his swollen cock nearly out of the tight, moist sheath, clasping at it hungrily, lovingly then plunging down again his swollen testicles slapped hard against her puckered little anal opening. The pressure was mounting, mounting in his billowing scrotum, and his head swam wildly with the impending knowledge of his cumming, of his filling of his daughter with torrents of rushing, devoted seed.
Judy began to toss her head in frenzied, abandoned ecstasy, impaled on Miller's rock-hard shaft, and rapturous little moans bubbled past her lips. His mouth was fastened on hers again now, and she sucked once more at his tongue, buried half into her throat, trying to milk it as her pussy was trying to milk his pistoning cock, and her legs raised even higher to receive his thundering offering.
"I'm ... I'm almost ... there my darling!" Miller shouted in mindless ecstasy, pulling his mouth from hers, and she gurgled in agreement her encouragement, her need around his tongue. She was almost there herself. She wanted to cum with him, co-mingle his juices with hers inside her belly, cum for the third time in her life, the ultimate, most wonderful cumming imaginable with her mother and brother so close, her mother and brother fucking beside them on the floor.
Judy could hear that Hank had increased his pace even more, and saw out of the corner of her eye her mother writhing wildly beneath him, grinding up and down his cock with incredible fury, her legs twitching, her toes curling as she lurched her legs upwards. And Judy knew that they too were nearing orgasm. Hank pounded, pounded, deeper and deeper, pressing his hands behind his mother's knees and thrusting them back hard against her heaving breasts until her head was framed between them. Judy could see the talbeau of her mother's crotch higher and wider, open to Hank's increased plunges, his drubbing of love.
"Oooohhhh, ohhh, ohhhhh!" Judy chanted under Miller as she felt her orgasm climbing to the very pinnacle. Her passion-contorted features were like a caricature of her normally soft, innocent loveliness.
Her panting lover ground his cock deep and hard, faster and faster into the tender sanctuary of her womb. He watched her breasts heave and quiver as a result of his pummeling. even saw their tiny nipples expnad before his very eyes as she tossed her head wildly, crazily, from side to side, blonde hair flying. And then she convulsed beneath him, her mouth opening wide and a cry of pure, unadulterated delight, of total rapture tore from the very core of her young being.
"AAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...."
While at the same time from the floor they both heard: "Mother ... mother ... Aaaiiiieeeeeeeee!" as the couple beside them, mother and son, thrashed wildly in the throes of orgasmic love.
As Miller felt Judy's pussy walls begin to secrete their warm gushes of wet, sticky fluid around his plundering cock, inundating his shaft and his heaving balls, he began to thrust, with renewed urgency, faster, deeper, with all the strength he possessed. He had to cum with her. he had to!
Suddenly then, he sensed his own hot churning sperm was about to race through his cock to fill the girl's womb. She jerked wildly, spasmodically, the mouth of her cunt sucking at him feverishly, her breath spewing against his face in short, ragged gasps, and then his orgasm struck fully and his balls erupted burning fire from within them, causing his body to tremble in palsied motion. His juices spurted from the opening in his prickhead, far, deep, deep, far into the teenage girl's violently quivering recesses ... a never-ending flow which caused her to moan in indecipherable cries of delight as her belly quaked with the unleashed pool of delectation he was emptying into her, her orgiastic liquids fusing with his to puddle out around his spasming cock, matting their pubic hair together....
Gradually, the two men, Hank and Miller, withdrew their deflating cocks from the two Lamston females, and the four of them sprawled nakedly in the bedroom, half comatose from the fantastic releases. Judy lay across the loins and chest of the older writer, her own slender legs wide apart, a tempting view of her sperm-flooded crevice gleaming with matted blonded pubic hair in the light. Her mother crawled over Hank to reach her lovely daughter and cradled her naked child tenderly in her arms.
"I love you, Judy," she huskily. "I love you too, Mother," her daughter murmured, and then bent forward to fondly kiss the erected nipple of ne quivering breast.
"Christ!" Norman Miller sighed.
Hank sat up, scratching his head comically. "Ditto," he said. "That was one hell of a party."
But the party had only just begun!
EPILOGUE
"Oh, come on now, Cora," Miller was saying as he wolfed down a forkful of pancakes with sausage.
The foursome had been like a family, an abandonedly happy family for almost a month now, each one enjoying all the others fully in erotic delight. And Miller was astonished to hear Cora protesting even now, that maybe it wasn't right.
"Christ, woman! Don't you know what's good for you?"
Cora came up behind him, placing her arms around his neck and kissing him playfully on the ear. "You know you've made me-all of us-happy, darling ... but, still. All those taboos over all those centuries. Our ancestors must have done it for a reason."
"Sure," he said. "Ignorance. The same ignorant reasons they killed each other off, and fought endless wars, enslaved each other...."
But still Cora looked dubious.
Then Miller had an idea. He turned to Judy. "Hey, little flower, remember those pictures I showed you once. Of the African kids ... the brothers and sisters who loved each other."
"Sure," she giggled. The pictures were unforgettable, had started this whole thing as far as she was concerned.
"Well, at the time I showed them to you, I was-uh-a bit too preoccupied to tell you much about the tribe. But they are known to be the most peace-loving people in the world. They are a sharing and peaceful society, almost childlike in their innocent happiness ... in fact," he paused here for effect, "they have no word in their language for war!"
Everyone nodded with interest. "Tell you what," Miller continued, suddenly rising to his feet and heading for the phone....
He dialed a number, then the Lamstons heard him say, "That's right ... four tickets to the Barbary Shore...."
When he returned to the breakfast table. Cora and Judy threw their arms around him, kissing him, while Hank poked him playfully in the belly with his fist.
"I think," Miller told them, "we should all go native for awhile."
