In Margaret Mead's classic study Sex and Temperament in Three Primitive Societies, she comments about the Arapesh of New Guinea, "To questions about incest I did not receive the answers that I had received in all other native societies in which I had worked, violent condemnation of the practice ... Instead both the emphatic condemnation and accusations were lacking. ... Thus incest is regarded among the Arapesh not with horror and repulsion towards a temptation that they feel their flesh is heir to, but as a stupid negation of the joys of increasing, through marriage, the number of people whom one can love and trust."
This example is given to show the startling great concern.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Standing before the minister, Mona Murphy began to have some very unreligious thoughts. In just a moment she would be Mrs. Kris Slade, which was miraculous enough, but what she really looked forward to was the honeymoon. It had been a long, long time since Mona had had a man, all too long. Kris stood beside her, tall and handsome, radiating sexiness, and it was all she could do to keep from grabbing him right there in the church. Things were going to be wonderful, she knew. The only sour note was her son Curt.
Kris had thoughtfully asked thirteen-year-old Curt to be his best man, but it hadn't done anything to quell the boy's resentment and jealousy. He stood there beside them now, scrubbed and good-looking in his formal suit, but pouting and sullen. How Mona wished her son could accept his new father. After all, his real father had been no good, having run out on Curt and Mona when the boy was only an infant. Kris was a good man, wealthy and generous. Curt ought to be happy, but obviously the only thing he could think of was that he'd no longer get such a big share of Mona's love and attention. He hated Kris Slade, and for the moment there was nothing Mona could do about it.
Perhaps in time Curt would change his mind. Mona tried to stop worrying about him. After all, she had a right to some pleasure. She gave Kris a quick glance, and he grinned at her. Her loins seemed to melt, and she felt the crotch of her panties going wet and hot with her cunt juices. God, how she wanted this man. It was a miracle she'd held out this long. She'd known, however, that Kris would cease to respect her, that he'd never marry her if she gave herself to him before the ceremony, and so she'd managed to hold back the fierce desire she felt for him. Her strength had paid off. After twelve years of loneliness and longing, she was about to have a man again, and a wonderful man at that.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife," intoned the minister.
Kris reached out for her, and Mona flew into his arms, kissing him hungrily. He dug his tongue deep into her mouth, and for a brief unheeding moment she found herself grinding her pussy against his crotch. That would never do, not in front of the guests. She pulled away from him, blushing but smiling. She was very happy-but there was Curt, waiting to be kissed also, his young face a stern mask of jealousy. Oh, God, she thought, what am I going to do about this boy?
The reception was held at Kris' luxurious suburban Los Angeles home, not very far from the church. Kris had spared no expense for the celebration, and there was a lavish buffet and gallons of champagne. All Mona could think of, however, was getting away, being alone with Kris, having him make love to her for the first time. She kept a smile on her face for the guests, but she thought she'd die of horniness as the minutes slowly passed. How long would they have to stay at the reception? How long before they could be in bed together?
Kris was standing beside her in the receiving line, and he slipped an arm around her waist and bent to whisper, "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
Mona blushed furiously. "If I am, we're both thinking very naughty thoughts."
Kris chuckled. "It won't be long. Another hour, then we can get away. Oh, baby, am I looking forward to that."
"You and me both," said Mona.
Just from having him touch her, her cunt had grown red-hot, and her pussy juices were streaming down her inner thighs. She prayed nobody would notice her excitement. It was so embarrassing, but she just couldn't help it. Twelve years was a long time to wait. Of course, she hadn't been entirely without sexual release in all those years. When things got too bad, she would reluctantly, miserably, bring herself off with her own hand. But that couldn't replace the strong hard touch of a man's body against hers, could never replace the joy of feeling a great stiff cock entering her body ... Mona shook herself. She must try not to think about that. It would come soon enough, if only she could be patient.
"Here comes Liz," said Kris.
Mona saw Kris' thirty-year-old daughter Liz approaching them with a big smile. Liz certainly was attractive, and even fresh from a divorce she didn't seem glum or defeated. Liz was a tall girl with a dusky complexion, long blue-black hair, and superb big breasts which swayed gently even in the confinement of her bra. She and Mona resembled each other only in being tall and having been generously endowed in the bustline. Mona was pink and blonde and blue-eyed with a babyish face in contrast to Liz' dark witch-like beauty. They weren't far apart in age, however, Mona being just four years older than her new stepdaughter. Not for the first time she reminded herself that she was young enough to be Kris' daughter. It didn't matter. At fifty-five, even with silver hair, Kris looked young and vital and unbearably sexy.
"Darlings," said Liz, kissing them both, "I'm so happy for you."
"Thank you, Liz," said Mona. "You've been so good to us, offering to take care of Curt during the honeymoon. It isn't going to be much fun for you, I'm afraid. You saw the look on his face during the ceremony."
Liz patted her hand. "Of course he's jealous of Daddy. He's been alone with you all his life, and naturally he doesn't like the change-but I know he'll come around. Don't worry about anything, Mona, dear. Just enjoy your honeymoon." She winked, and Mona blushed.
"Speaking of Curt...." said Kris, touching her elbow.
They all turned, and there was Curt, his lower lip sticking out in a ludicrous pout. At thirteen he was almost as tall as his mother, and his trim young body had begun to broaden at the shoulders, but his face was still that of a small boy. Like Mona he was blond and blue-eyed, and there was a scattering of freckles across his nose. Mona loved him deeply at that moment, but she also wanted to paddle his ass. Why couldn't he be a little more mature about things? Above all, why couldn't he be nice to Kris? "I came to say good-bye," said Curt sullenly. "I hope you have a good time."
"Thank you, son," said Kris, reaching out to shake the boy's hand. Curt flinched-whether at his touch or at the word "son," Mona couldn't be certain.
"It'll only be a few days, darling," she said, bending to kiss Curt on the cheek. He sullenly permitted her kiss, then stepped back and gave her a look of childish anger. "Liz will take good care of you," Mona said. "I know you two have met only once before, at the engagement party, but I'm sure you'll get along just fine."
"Sure we will," said Liz, taking Curt's arm and leading him off. "Come on, buster, let's get some cake."
"Thank God for Liz," said Mona. Kris squeezed her waist. "Liz is very competent. We don't have to worry. I want you to forget all about it now. Come with me, I want to show you something."
Mona followed him absently out of the room. She kept glancing back for a look at her son, and so she was completely taken by surprise when Kris suddenly whisked her into a closet and closed the door. It was pitch black inside.
"Kris," she said, "what in the world?"
In the darkness she heard him chuckle, and then his big hands were moving over her body, caressing and exploring, coming to rest on the soft mounds of her big tits. "I couldn't wait," he said. "I though we could have a quickie in the closet, and that would get us through the rest of this silly reception."
"KRIS!" Mona was both embarrassed and excited. She wanted him desperately, but the idea of making it in the closet in the midst of their wedding reception seemed naughty and dangerous. "What if somebody walks in?"
"I locked the door," he said, fumbling with the buttons of her dress. "Anyhow, I don't give a flying fuck what they think. Do you?" Mona felt his hands on her bare tits, and lust shot through her like an electric current. "No," she said, "I really don't. Oh, darling."
He had unbuttoned the top of her dress and pulled it down to her waist and then deftly unhooked her bra. His big firm hands roamed eagerly over the soft mountains of her breasts, cupping and squeezing them possessively. She felt her nipples tingle and grow stiff under his touch. Her cunt quaked and clenched, squirting out hot juice into the already soaked crotch of her panties. It was an outrageous thing they were doing, but she didn't care any more. All she could think of was having him fuck her for the first time. God, how she wanted it. He bent and planted his mouth on one of her tingling stiff nipples and began to suck it greedily, noisily. Mona groaned in her excitement. No man had touched her sensitive tits in twelve years, and it felt wonderful. She staggered back against the wall of the closet, and Kris came with her, still sucking wetly at her nipples. Mona reached out blindly in the darkness and began to explore his body through the thin material of his summer suit. He was powerful and hard, a man in superb physical condition. As her hand approached his crotch, she began to tremble, wondering just what she'd find. Then she felt his hardness, and even through the cloth she determined that his cock was enormously thick. She followed the rigid line with her trembling hand, down, down. God, his penis was incredibly long, longer than she'd dreamed a cock could be. She gave a low moan of lust.
"What is it?" he said. "Are you all right?"
Mona laughed. "I just didn't realize you were so well hung."
He laughed, too. "That's nothing. Wait'll you see how I use it."
Wait? She couldn't wait another second. He cunt was boiling hot, flooded with eager cream, and she had to have him in her right now. She whimpered and tugged at the zipper of his pants.
"Careful," said Kris. "There could be a regrettable accident."
She tried to be careful. Gently she opened the zipper and slipped her hand inside, through the obstacle of his shorts, and at last touched his naked prick. It was red-hot and pulsing under her fingers, incredibly thick and hard. She felt herself flushing hotly all over as she imagined how it would feel deep in her vagina. With shaking hands she drew it out, brushing his swollen, bristly testicles. Yes, his cock was very long, a good eight inches at least, and it was all hers. She couldn't believe her good fortune. She ran her hands up and down its great length and discovered that he wasn't circumcised. Gently but swiftly, she used her thumb and forefinger to work back the warm wrinkled foreskin, uncovering the hot moist glans. A thick droplet of cream dribbled from the hole at the tip, telling her that Kris was just as eager as she was. He trembled and began to breathe harshly as she played with his meat.
"Oh, darling," she said, "put it in me, now, right now."
"Be patient, you shameless hussy," said Kris. "We have to get your panties off first."
He raised her skirt and began tugging at her panties. Mona trembled violently in her eagerness. She almost tripped stepping out of her panties, and then she threw her arms tightly around Kris, pulling him to her, rubbing her fluffy little snatch against the long rigid pole of his dick. "Hurry, hurry, hurry," she said.
"Hmmmm," said Kris, "this is a little awkward."
He was considerably taller than Mona and was having to bend his knees in order to poke his cock between her thighs. Mona tried to help out by standing on tiptoe, and at last, after what seemed an eternity, she felt the feverishly hot hard flesh of his prick easing between her legs. Her vaginal juices flooded out to bathe it, and she helplessly began jerking her hips in the motions of fucking.
"Hey, wait," said Kris, "I'm not even in yet."
"I know, I know," she said, her voice husky and urgent.
Laughing, Kris steadied her and managed to wedge the enormously swollen head of his cock into the dripping hot mouth of her vagina. Mona began to whimper and moan as he slowly pushed into her, her juices pouring out in a steamy flood. His cock was wonderfully fat, stuffing her completely, reaching all the way to her womb, fulfilling every horny fantasy she had had for the last decade. At last, dear God, she was being fucked again-and not a moment too soon.
"Good for you" he said.
"Oh, my darling,, YES," said Mona. "Do it to me! Move it in me. I want it, Kris, I want it. YEEESSS!"
"You hot little bitch," he said appreciatively, "I'll do it to you, all right. I'm gonna fuck you silly."
He proceeded to do exactly that.
As soon as he could, Curt escaped Liz and went off by himself. It wasn't that he disliked his new stepsister. She seemed nice enough. It was just that he had other things on his mind and wanted to be alone so he could think about them. For the past six months, ever since his mother had met Kris Slade, his life had seemed to have become a nightmare. Once Mona had devoted all her spare time and all her affection to him, now he hardly ever saw her, and when he did, all she could think or talk about was Kris. She was Kris' wife now, and things weren't going to get any better. Curt didn't know if he could stand it. He loved his mother fiercely, and he wanted her all to himself, but things could never be that way again.
Moodily Curt stuffed himself with wedding cake and wandered around the spacious ranch house which was to be his new home. Kris had lots of money, all right, and Curt supposed that was a good thing. He and his mother would never be poor again. On Mona's meager salary as a secretary, plus the little that Curt made on his paper route, they'd barely been getting by. Now they could have anything they wanted. Kris had already promised him a ten speed bike and a lot of other goodies. Curt didn't feel elated, however. He felt he'd rather be poor again and have his mother all to himself than to be rich and share her with this older man.
Moodily he wandered into the bathroom, raised the seat of the toilet, and was about to relieve himself, when he heard strange noises on the other side of the wall. He thought quickly. He'd explored the house already, and he recalled that there was a large walk-in closet on the other side. Somebody was in the closet making shuffling, squealing, and moaning noises. What the hell? Was it a fight, a mugging? He found a water glass, put it to the wall, and pressed his ear against it. The sounds came through with perfect clarity. Curt listened a few seconds and then went beet red all over.
He recognized his mother's voice. He recognized Kris' voice. He also figured out what they were doing. Although he had no experience of sex himself, and although his knowledge was scant and inaccurate, there was no mistaking what Kris and Mona were doing in that closet. The noises were suggestive enough, but Mona's voice told everything.
"Oh, darling," she said, "I love it. I love your cock in me. Keep doing it, Kris. Ohh, God, YES!"
There was a loud, lewd slurping noise, a sucking and popping sound, as Kris' big thick cock worked busily in Mona's heavily creaming vagina. "Oh, baby, baby," said Kris, "you're hot as hell in there. I love doing it to you, Mona. I love fucking you."
Curt was stiff with shock and rage. He knew he shouldn't be listening to something so private, and he wasn't even sure he wanted to listen, yet somehow he couldn't tear himself away.
In horrified fascination he went on spying, listening to his new stepfather balling his mother. He realized with a shock that this was the thing he'd beeen dreading most-the one thing Kris could do for Mona which he, Curt, couldn't. It killed him to think about it, to imagine Kris putting his big peter inside Mona, but it was even worse to learn that she enjoyed it wildly. He would never be able to compete with Kris because he couldn't give his mother this supreme pleasure.
"Darling, you're making me cum," said Mona, her voice hoarse and wild. "It's so good, so good, AAHHH! AAAGGHHH!"
"Take it, baby," said Kris, panting and snorting in his excitement. Take my cum! Oh, Jesus, yeah, OOHHH!"
In spite of his horror and wild jealousy, Curt began to feel a strange excitement, a hot tingling in his half-grown balls. As he listened to the sounds of orgasm, the undeniable joy experienced by Kris and Mona, he felt his young cock growing stiff and standing out to tent his pants. At first he couldn't figure out what was happening to him. His peter never got hard like that except when he woke up in the morning and had to pee very badly. Then he remembered some things he'd heard from the older boys at school, about cockstands and "making it" with girls. None of it made much sense to him, since he'd never even held hands with a girl before, but he did understand that he was experiencing sexual arousal, having the first real erection of his young life. He also understood that there was nothing he could do about it. Fucking was a pleasure reserved for adults.
Damn Kris. Kris could fuck anytime he wanted to, and to add insult to injury, he could fuck Mona. It just wasn't fair. Curt was only thirteen, it would be years before society's stupid rules permitted him to have a woman. He felt like banging his head against the wall in frustration. The noises in the closet had died down now, and all he could hear was soft breathing. The adults had had their fun, but what about him?
Of course there was something he could do to relieve himself. He'd watched the older boys in their jerk-off contests, seeing who could shoot his stuff first or farthest. Curt had never done it before because he'd never felt a strong need for it. Now his need was overpowering. Somehow listening to Kris and Mona making it had driven him unbearably horny. He didn't stop to think why this should happen. He only knew he had to do something about it, and fast. His small cock threatened to explode right in his expensive new suit.
Quickly, frantically, he unzipped his fly and took out his rigid little white prick. Imitating the older boys, he began to pump it swiftly in his fist, being careful to aim for the toilet. He was astounded at how good it felt. Never in his life had he experienced such keen and sharp pleasure. He got dizzy with it and was forced to lean forward and steady himself with one hand against the toilet tank. As his excitement mounted, strange and unwilling fantasies came to him. It was him in the closet with his mother, it was his hard peter inside her, making her cry out helplessly and ecstatically.
There was a sudden blazing rush of fluid up the rigid pole of his small prick, and he couldn't keep from crying out, "Mona! Mother!" Then his cum shot out and landed with a wet plop in the toilet. He almost passed out from the pleasure of it.
Someone was pounding at the bathroom door. Blushing deeply, Curt hurriedly tucked his limp little penis back into his pants and zipped up. "Curt?" It was Liz' voice. "Curt, are you in there?"
Curt staggered to the door and opened it. Liz was standing there with a look of concern on her face, but when she saw him, she grinned. "Well, I thought you'd fallen in," she said.
"Aw, I'm okay," Curt said manfully.
He followed Liz back into the crowded reception room. Kris and Mona were back now, looking a little flushed and rumpled, but immensely happy. At that moment Curt hated both of them. Damn it, they had everything and he had nothing. There was no room for him in their happy little world. He wished his mother had never laid eyes on Kris Slade.
Liz gave him a quick pat on the ass, and when he looked up in surprise, she was grinning at him. "Pull in your lip, buddy boy," she said. People will think you're jealous."
Liz was right. He was acting like a baby. Mournfully, Curt put a smile on his face and straightened his shoulders, trying to look pleased and happy. It was the least he could do for his mother. She'd been alone for a long time, and she deserved some happiness. He would never resign himself to the situation, however. He felt he would resent and hate Kris Slade all his life. It was even worse now that he'd spied on them through the bathroom wall and learned what Kris could do to Mona with that grown-up cock of his. If I had a cock like that, Curt thought dismally, she wouldn't need him.
That was silly, of course. A boy can't fuck his own mother.
CHAPTER TWO
As Kris and Mona left the reception for their honeymoon, hand in hand and radiantly happy, Liz glanced at Curt to see how the boy was taking it. The poor kid was having trouble keeping that smile on his face, and when he waved good-bye to his mother, Liz thought he might actually burst into tears. He managed to control himself, however, and as Kris' sports car sped off into the distance, Curt turned to Liz with a resigned look on his handsome young face.
"Well," he said dismally, "I guess that's that."
Liz put her hand on his shoulder. "You did fine," she said. "And things aren't nearly as bad as you think. You'll come to like Daddy-I mean Kris. He's really a swell guy. Your mother will start paying a lot more attention to you, too, once the excitement is over. You'll see, Curt. It's going to be all right."
He jerked away from her, tears welling up in his eyes, and ran upstairs to his room. Liz shrugged.
Her speech had been premature, perhaps, but at least the kid knew she was on his side. There was little else she could do for the moment. Damn it all, she had her own problems. She knew damned well what Kris and Mona had been doing in the closet. She'd heard them as she passed by, and it was written all over their faces when they came out. She felt no jealousy. She was happy for them. Daddy had been terribly lonely since his wife, Liz' mother, died several years earlier. So it was nice that Kris and Mona had each other. The only trouble was, there was no one for Liz.
Since her divorce, Liz had been so busy helping her father with his wedding plans that she just hadn't had time for herself. As a result she hadn't been laid in three months, and she was feeling the need acutely. She had planned to do something about it as soon as the wedding was over. There were several old boyfriends she could call, men who would definitely be interested in taking her to bed. Then, however, Mona and Kris had asked her to take care of Curt while they were on their honeymoon. That meant she'd have to wait almost another week before doing anything about her frantic need for a man. She seethed with horniness and impatience. Liz was a good sport, and she hadn't hesitated to take on the burden of Curt, but she wondered how much longer she could last without sex.
She'd had that problem ever since she became a woman. In junior high the other girls seemed content to giggle and gossip about boys or to go on
"dates" which consisted entirely of hand holding and a few fumbling kisses. Not Liz. From the moment she became conscious of her own sexual feelings, Liz had wanted and needed all the pleasure she could get. It was a need so strong, she'd never been able to control it. At fourteen she willingly surrendered her virginity in the back seat of a parked car to an eager boy not much older than she was. She'd loved that first fuck, and ever since then, she hadn't been able to say no to any man.
Fortunately Daddy understood. He was highly sexed himself, as he'd explained to Liz, and she'd inherited this tendency. That long ago night when Liz came home from her first session of lovemaking, Kris had guessed right away that his daughter was no longer innocent. They had a long talk about it, and Kris had taken Liz to a doctor and had her put on the Pill. She could have all the fun she wanted, he said, so long as she didn't get herself knocked up. Liz was profoundly grateful to him for this. Not many girls had such understanding fathers.
In high school, of course, she'd earned the reputation of being a "bad girl," but she didn't care. She loved men, loved to ball, and she didn't give a damn what other girls thought about her. Her only mistake had been getting married. Liz discovered, too late, that she was too much woman for one man. At least she was too much woman for Mark Rains.
Mark was a dazzlingly sexy guy, but he was a straight arrow and a prude. He was in love with Liz, but he refused to go to bed with her till they were married. Liz had never encountered such an attitude before, and it drove her wild with frustration. She spent a long time trying to seduce Mark, with no success, and finally she'd given in and married him. It was a terrible mistake. The marriage had lasted five years, but it had actually been a failure from the first moment. Liz had hung on because she loved Mark and thought she might be able to change him, but finally she'd given up and sued for divorce. She couldn't change the fact that sexy Mark was a lousy lover.
She hadn't known until their wedding night, of course, repressed and highly puritanical, Mark's idea of making love was to turn out all the lights in the bedroom and do it under the covers, he in his pajamas and Liz in her nightgown. It was also his idea that prolonged pleasure is sinful, and so his lovemaking consisted of climbing onto Liz and doing it to her as quickly as he could, usually a matter of seconds, then rolling off and going to sleep. He never kept it up long enough for Liz to cum. Her gentle suggestion that sex was meant to be fun left him blushing and angry. She was a wicked woman, he said. Enjoying sex was against all his religious and moral principles.
So Liz had lived for five years in raw frustration, till she simply couldn't stand it any longer. Now she was thirty, but by no means over the hill. She was ready to go, ready to have fun, ready to make it with all the men she could lay hands on. If it hadn't been for the unexpected romance between her father and Mona, and then the responsibility of Curt, she would have been off making love right now. God knows, after five years with Mark, she needed it. She needed it so badly, she could have screamed and climbed the walls.
Outwardly Liz remained sedate and calm and charming. She smiled and chatted with the departing wedding guests, wondering all the while if she dared telephone one of her old lovers and ask him to come over for the evening. No, she decided, with Curt in the house it would be too risky. The boy was old enough to notice things like that. She'd just have to wait till Kris and Mona returned, and then at last she'd be free. Damn it all, she'd have given anything for a fuck, even a quickie like Kris and Mona had had in the closet. She understood their urgency all too well.
When the last of the guests had gone, Liz left the caterers to clean up the mess and went upstairs. She knocked gently at Curt's door, then opened it without waiting for an answer. That was a mistake. The boy was standing buck naked in the middle of the room. He and Liz stared at each other and blushed deeply. Liz couldn't help noticing what a handsome little body Curt had. No longer a boy, but not quite a man, he was slim and hard and smooth, tan all over except for the strip of white left by his swimming suit. As he froze in surprise and embarrassment, Liz had a quick glimpse of his immature cock and balls. She couldn't help gawking. His sweet little pale prick was about the size of her middle finger, and his hairless testicles bloomed round and rosy between his thighs. For reasons she didn't understand, Liz felt a sudden pooling of hot saliva in her mouth and a familiar heat in her pussy.
"Oh, Curt, I'm terribly sorry," she said. "I was just wondering how you were."
He tried to cover his embarrassment with a nonchalant tone. "Aw, I was just gonna put on my pajamas and watch some television," he said. He turned quickly away from her to hide his bouncing little prick. My God, thought Liz, what a sweet little ass he's got. The boy's buttocks were pale and small and globular, inviting her touch. Her cunt contracted with lust, and the crotch of her panties grew moist. She quickly regained control of herself, however. She wasn't so hard up that she had to go ape-shit over a little kid-or was she?
"Don't you want any dinner?" she said.
"Naw," said Curt. "I ate too much cake. I think I'll just watch a few shows and go to bed early."
"That's probably a good idea," said Liz. "It's been a long day for you. Would you like me to come and sit with you awhile?"
For a moment Curt flashed her a childish look of loneliness. It was clear that he wanted her company and that he missed his mother terribly. Then his face hardened. He said manfully, "Aw, no, that's okay. I don't need anybody. I'll see you tomorrow."
"All right, Curt," she said, "whatever you want. But if you get lonely in the night, come and get me. That's what I'm here for."
Obviously he didn't want to be treated like a child, and Liz wasn't going to hurt his pride. She left him alone and went on to her own room, a few doors down the hall. She felt sorry for Curt, but he'd just have to experience the pain of growing up, like anybody else. Meanwhile she had her own troubles. Never in her life had she been so horny. Why Curt was just a child, only thirteen, and yet the sight of his young male body had almost driven her crazy. She'd actually gotten hot for a little kid. She felt ashamed of herself. Come on, old girl, she though, shape up.
In her room she quickly undressed and stepped into the shower, hoping that the stinging cool spray would cool her passions. Just a few more days, and she could get herself a man. All she had to do was be patient. God, it was hard, though. Her pussy was swollen and aching with need. For one crazy moment she thought again of Curt's cute little cock and imagined how it might look if it were stiff, how it might feel poking into her raging wet cunt. She grew dizzy and slumped against the wall of the shower, pussy juices streaming hot and urgent down her thighs.
Enough, she thought. Goddamn it, Liz, that's enough.
She made the shower colder, so cold that she whimpered with pain. When she got out, she was blue and shivering. She began to dry herself briskly, and as she did so, she caught sight of herself in the full length mirror. She had to stop and look, because she was very pleased with what she saw. She might be thirty years old, but there was nothing old about her body. She was still beautiful, and she intended to exploit that fact for all it was worth-as soon as she got the chance.
She stood tall and slim and beautifully curved, her legs long and smooth, her chest and hips nipping in voluptuously to a tiny supple waist. Her dark snatch was small and prettily shaped, the black hairs dainty and springy. Best of all were her huge pale melon-shaped breasts with their light brown nipples. There wasn't a sag or a wrinkle to them. She knew how well any man would like to play with those ripe swaying knockers and how much she'd enjoy it if some man did. Well, it would only be a few days now, and it was nice to know that she had all the equipment needed to drive men to helpless lust. With a toss of her thick glossy black hair; Liz sighed and walked into her bedroom. She put on her nightgown, found some magazines, and slipped into bed.
After five minutes she found that she'd been reading the same sentence over and over again, not understanding a word of it. She was conscious only of the painful need in her pussy, the need that wouldn't quit. It was no use. Much as she disliked the idea, she was going to have to bring herself off. She simply couldn't stand it any more. With a deep sigh, she set aside her magazine, pushed back the covers, and pulled her nightgown up to her waist. Lounging back on the pillows, she ran her hand slowly over the quivering hot globes of her tits, down over her taut belly, till she reached the moist springy curls of her mons. She began to tremble as she slipped a stiff finger between the furry mons lips and encountered the fat moist ready bump of her clitoris, the most sensitive part of her body. She touched it with just the tip of her finger, and a blinding jolt of pleasure rocked her body, her cunt flooding out its juices to make a little steamy pool on the sheet beneath her.
"Oooooo, God, yesss," Liz whimpered.
She began to rub her stiffened finger gently back and forth over the swollen little nub of her clit. It felt so good, so damned good. Her pussy was creaming like mad now, and she knew it would take only a few seconds to bring herself off. Then perhaps she would be free of her terrible nagging need, at least for a little while.
Curt watched about half of "Gunsmoke" but couldn't keep his mind on the plot. He was bored and lonely and miserable. He wished now that he hadn't been so brusque with Liz. Really, she was a nice lady, and he would have liked her company. Maybe it wasn't too late. Maybe she hadn't gone to bed yet, and they could play some cards or a game of Monopoly. He just didn't want to be alone with his thoughts, not tonight. He could imagine his mother and Kris in some hotel, in bed, Kris working his big prick in and out of Mona's welcoming body. The thought was unbearable. Curt got up and turned off the TV set and started down the hall toward his stepsister's bedroom.
Outside the door, just about to knock, he stopped and listened. He heard strange noises coming from Liz' room, familiar noises. Slowly the boy flushed beet red. Jesus Christ, was that all anybody ever did around this house? From behind Liz' door came the same noises he'd heard from the closet that afternoon, the wet sucking and slurping, the little moans and sighs. For a moment Curt felt utterly miserable and abandoned. Liz had promised to keep him company, and now she had a man in her room. Then he realized something; he hadn't heard a man's voice. There were plenty of weird noises coming from the room, but masculine tones weren't among them.
Consumed with curiosity, Curt knelt and peered through the keyhole. He got even redder. He had a good view of the bed, and on it Liz lay with her nightgown pulled up to her waist, doing something to herself with her hand. He saw her finger rubbing back and forth over the dark fur patch of her crotch, and he saw thick juices running steadily from the bright red tissues between her legs. Her eyes were rolling wildly, and she had a look of idiotic bliss on her face. She was licking her lips and moaning steadily as she rubbed herself.
Curt figured out that Liz was frigging herself, although he didn't understand how girls could do that, since they had no cock. This wasn't his chief concern, however. It was his first sight of a naked woman, and that was all he could think of. He'd seen Mona occasionally in her bra and panties, but she'd always been careful never to let him catch her naked. He'd developed a burning curiosity to know just how women looked between their legs, and now at last he had a chance to find out. He had to admit that it was pretty strange looking, but somehow lovely. He liked the dainty black heart-shaped patch of fur in Liz' crotch, and it excited him to gawk at the mysterious shining scarlet flesh between her legs. He wondered what all that strange stuff was for. He'd had sex education classes in school, but they hadn't seemed terribly interesting, and he didn't remember much of what he'd been taught. He knew only one basic fact of sex, that to "fuck," a guy put his cock somewhere between a girl's legs, in what the older boys called her "cunt." They told him this was a lot of fun, the most fun in the world. Curt hadn't believed them till today, when he overheard his mother in the closet with Kris.
He watched Liz intently through the keyhole. Liz was certainly having a lot of fun, but according to the definitions he'd heard, she wasn't fucking. That wasn't possible without a partner. Okay, so she was jerking off, only she had no cock, nothing to jerk off. It was all very puzzling. As he watched her, her breathing got very loud and fast, and her whole body became flushed and mottled. She began to arch her back, stiffening her body as she rubbed herself between the legs. More and more juice spat from the mysterious opening at her center. Her finger flew faster and faster over the scarlet glistening flesh.
"Oooooo, God," whimpered Liz. "OOOOOO!"
Her excitement was catching. Curt felt a strange arousal, just as he'd had that afternoon, the tingling and swelling of his balls, and then the hardening and lengthening of his cock. Not taking his eyes off Liz, he fumbled inside the fly of his pajamas and brought out his stiffened half-grown prick. He began to rub it like he'd done in the John while listening to Mona and Kris. It felt great, but somehow it wasn't quite as satisfying as it had been before. Curt found himself wanting more than just the lonely action of his own hand. He gawked at the puffy slick red flesh between Liz' legs and imagined how wet and hot it would be, how good it would feel to rub his aching peter there. Yes, he would like very much to fuck Liz, to experience that supreme pleasure the older boys had told him about. Of course it was an impossible dream. Liz was a grown woman, and she'd probably laugh at the idea of doing it with a little kid. On the other hand, she was alone. She obviously needed a man. That was the catch-a man. Curt was only thirteen, and miserably he doubted that Liz would think of him as a man. It was so unfair, so senseless. He'd be glad to do it to her, if she'd only let him.
Liz was moaning and whimpering steadily now, and the more excited she got, the faster Curt rubbed his swollen little dick. Since this afternoon he knew how it felt to "cum," knew that his stuff would shoot out and that he'd experienced dizzying pleasure when it happened. How did girls feel? Did they "cum," too? Apparently something like that happened to them, or so he'd thought when listening to his mother. However girls had no stuff to shoot, no cock to shoot it with. Curt found it hard to understand how they could achieve a climax without the necessary equipment.
Hoping to have his question answered, he leaned closer to the keyhole, his whole body resting against the door, to get the best possible view of Liz while she frigged herself. The door wasn't quite latched, however, and as Curt put his whole weight against it, it suddenly popped open. He lost his balance and went tumbling into the room. He landed on his back, and from the open fly of his pajamas, his immature cock poked out, standing up stiff and straight and white, unmistakable.
Liz sat up and gawked at him, and Curt turned beet red.
"CURT!" she said. "What in the world?"
CHAPTER THREE
Liz wanted to die on the spot. It was clear that the boy had been watching her through the keyhole, that he'd seen her masturbating. Never in her life had she known such humiliation. She felt shame and shock. She was about to burst into tears and beg him never to tell anyone what he'd seen-when she suddenly noticed his little hard-on. God, not only had he been spying on her, he'd been frigging himself as well. Liz felt the urge to laugh. Really, Curt was just as guilty as she was, and there was no reason for her to be ashamed. In fact, the boy looked far more embarrassed than she was.
"Curt, what in the world were you doing?" she said.
Curt blushed even redder, if that was possible. "Uh, uh," he stammered, "uh, I was coming to see if you wanted to play cards or something and then I heard this strange noise, so I looked through the keyhole, and uh, uhh...." He trailed off, too embarrassed to continue.
Liz permitted herself a little grin. So the sight of her had turned the kid on? That was funny. She hadn't known he was old enough to feel that way, to get sexually aroused. She tugged down her nightgown, covering herself, and walked over to him.
"Please, Liz," he said, frozen with fright and guilt, "don't punish me. Don't tell Mom and Kris what I did."
"Oh, don't be silly," said Liz, extending a hand to help him up. "I'm not going to gell anybody."
"You're not?" Curt said wonderingly.
"No, of course not," she said. "What you did wasn't so terrible."
"But I spied on you," said Curt. "And I-I was playing with myself. They told us at school that's a terrible thing to do, playing with yourself. They said it can stunt your growth and drive you crazy."
"Bullshit," said Liz. "That's all lies. They only tell you that because they want to do it themselves, only they're too ashamed to admit it. They're jealous of anybody who does it openly. I mean, think about it, Curt. I was doing it, too. Would I be doing it if I thought it would harm me?"
Curt looked at her in wonder. "No, I guess not. But why do people do it?"
Liz laughed. "That's an easy question to answer. You can answer it yourself. Why were YOU doing it?"
Curt blushed. "Because it feels good."
Exactly," said Liz. "That's why I was doing it, too, because it feels good. There's no harm in that."
By this time they had strolled over to the bed and were sitting side by side on the edge. Because of Liz' frankness and friendly manner, Curt was feeling much more at ease, and now he dared to ask a question. "Liz, there's something I don't understand. When girls do it, do they cum?"
She smiled at his innocence. "Of course they cum. Why else would they do it?"
"Yeah," said Curt, "but I don't understand how they cum. They don't have cocks and they don't shoot any stuff, so how can they cum?"
Liz sighed. The kid really had a lot to learn. "You don't need a cock to cum," she said patiently, "and you don't have to shoot any stuff. AH you need is a special part of your body, with special nerve endings, that can make you cum if it's stimulated. In a boy, it's his cock. In a girl, it's her clitoris."
"Clitoris?" said Curt, learning the strange word. "What's that? And where is it? Is it anything like a cock?" He hoped he wasn't being too forward, that she wouldn't get angry.
To his relief, she smiled and patted his shoulder. "My goodness, don't they teach you any of this in school? I thought in these modern days they had sex education classes."
"Oh, they do," said Curt, "but it was pretty boring. I mean, it was taught by this old guy named Mr. Grimble, and he mumbled a lot, so you could hardly understand him, and he never let us ask questions. I didn't pay much attention, to tell you the truth."
Liz found the situation more and more humorous. She was enjoying her role as teacher, too. "I see," she said. "Well, under the circumstances, I can't say I blame you. You've got to give this Mr. Grimble credit, though-it must take a particular talent to make sex education boring."
"Oh, he made everything boring," Curt said innocently.
"I'll bet," said Liz. "But to get back to your question, the clitoris is kind of like a tiny cock, and it's between a girl's legs, just about where your cock is."
The next question was logical, but Curt hardly dared to ask it. He said timidly, "Please, Liz, could I see your clitoris?"
Liz blushed. A lecture on sex was one thing, a demonstration another. She didn't think Mona would be too pleased if she knew about it. However, Liz conceded that it was her own fault Curt had asked the question. She'd led him up to it, and she supposed she really ought to satisfy his curiosity. Looking couldn't hurt. It wouldn't be as though she were seducing him. "Very well, Curt," she said, lifting her nightgown.
Curt nearly fell off the bed, bending to get a close look at Liz' luxuriant patch of black pussy fur. It really was awfully pretty, and he guessed that if he touched it, it would be silky and soft.
Touching would be going too far, though. Liz had only asked him to look. He waited, his heart pounding, and watched while Liz parted the thickly furred lips of her mons. He saw a tiny red shaft of flesh, stiff and glistening with her juices. "That's the clitoris," she said. "Commonly called the clit."
"That's where you were touching yourself?" he said shyly.
Liz blushed but replied, "Yes. It gives me the same pleasure as when you rub your cock." She found it difficult to keep her voice steady. Just having Curt look at her clit was making her very excited. She wasn't sure why it should excite her so much. Perhaps it was because she'd been so close to orgasm when he tumbled into the room. She'd been cheated of her release, and her body ached with frustration and need. Curt was only thirteen, true, but he was male, and even the closeness of a male was sufficient to make her wildly horny.
Curt stared at the tiny red button of flesh. He knew from his spying at the keyhole that it gave Liz enormous pleasure to touch herself there. If he touched her there, if he gave her the same dizzying fun, then perhaps they could go on to even more exciting games. He hardly dared hope for it, but he wanted very much to try. He kept thinking enviously of the fun Mona and Kris had had in the closet. Why couldn't he and Liz do the same thing? It would be only fair. Licking his lips, gathering his courage, Curt quickly reached out, placed his fingertip on Liz' shining little clit, and rubbed it gently.
"CURT!" Her voice was a hoarse moan. To Curt's surprise, she fell back on the bed, opening her legs wide for him. He quickly recovered himself and went on rubbing her moist little clit. It had even better results than he'd expected. Liz seemed drugged with delight, unable to protest or resist what he was doing to her. The more he rubbed her, the wider she opened her legs, and he felt hot juices pooling around his finger. Liz' eyes rolled wildly, and she whined and panted and rubbed her steaming pussy eagerly against his finger. "Ohhh," she said, "so good, so good...."
My God, thought Liz, what am I doing?
She was hard up, she didn't mind admitting that, but she hadn't realized she was this bad off. To let a thirteen-year-old boy frig her-that was going a little too far. She struggled with herself, tried to summon the will to make him stop, but she needed it too badly. She felt ashamed and guilty, but, damn it all, she had to have it. She wondered what the poor kid must think of her.
What Curt thought was that Liz was beautiful, and he wanted to touch and explore every bit of her luscious female body. He was glad he'd discovered the key to her pleasure, because he would be able to use that knowledge to overcome her resistance. He went on rubbing her wet stiff little bud, and with his free hand he raised her nightgown up over her huge tits. The sight was so breathtaking that he forgot to go on frigging her.
He stopped still and stared, seeing naked breasts for the first time in his life. They were much bigger than any tits he'd ever encountered before. They were beautiful, like great pale firm melons. He stared for a moment, and then with a gasp of excitement, he planted his hands on the big quivering globes of flesh. They were soft and warm to his touch. Curt scrambled closer and began to kiss and lick her big tits. He didn't know what prompted him to do it, only that it was fun.
Again Liz tried to rise out of her mesmerized state, but she found she just couldn't bear to do it. It'd been so long since any man had played with her tits, and it felt so good. She lay there gurgling and moaning while Curt completed his exploration, cupping and testing her big fleshy globes, rubbing the nipples, licking and tasting the firm flesh.
"Jeez," he said at last, "you've sure got swell knockers, Liz."
"Thank you, Curt," she said, blushing.
The boy suddenly slipped off the bed, kneeling between her legs. "I want to look down here, too," he said eagerly.
Liz felt his warm moist breath on her delicate parts, then the delicious tickle of his exploring fingers. It was no use trying to resist. It felt too good. She lay there limp and submissive, letting him part the tender pink folds of her labia, letting him poke and rub and explore her in the most sensitive places. He seized a labial fold and ran his fingers over the slick swollen flesh. "What's this?" he said.
Liz' voice came out in a horny croak. "That's called the labia," she said. "It protects the vagina."
"Vagina?" said Curt.
"That's the technical name," said Liz. "Probably you've heard it called the cunt."
"Oh, yeah," said Curt excitedly. "I've heard of that. That's where a guy's supposed to put his cock. I'd really like to see your cunt, Liz. Could you show me where it is?"
Really, that was going too far. Mona would be horrified if she walked in on this scene, if she found her little boy with his head between Liz' legs, asking for a look at her cunt. Yet why hold back this final bit of knowledge? He'd seen everything else. Liz couldn't justify the hypocrisy of denying him.
"All right, Curt," she said. "Separate the labia with your fingers, and you'll see a little hole. That's my vagina, my cunt."
Curt did as instructed, separating the thick lush labia, and there was a shadowy little valley with a dark slit at the bottom. Burning with curiosity, he poked his finger into it. Liz gasped and, thinking he'd been too rough, he moved his finger very gently into the little hole till he'd penetrated as far as he could, clear to his last knuckle. It was very wet and hot and clinging in there. He could well understand why a guy would want to get his stiff aching peter into that delicious tight sheath. It would feel great.
Liz clenched her teeth to keep from screaming her intense pleasure. She hadn't realized till now just how badly she needed something in her cunt. Even Curt's stiff little finger was driving her wild. "Curt, darling," she said hoarsely, "would you do something for me? Move your finger in and out of my cunt for awhile. Do it fast, and keep your finger very stiff."
"Sure, Liz," he said.
He did as she asked, making his finger rigid and working it swiftly in and out of her little hole. As he did it, she began to moan loudly, and he felt her powerful vaginal muscles gripping and tugging at his finger. Her red-hot cream flooded out to soak his finger and wet his hand. He could tell that he was giving Liz intense pleasure, and he was very glad of that. A question soon occurred to him, however.
"Liz," he said, "wouldn't it feel even better if I did this with my cock? My cock's bigger. I mean, couldn't we fuck?"
Liz sat up, jerking away from his impaling finger, her face pale with shock. " 'Fuck'?" she said. "Where did you learn about that?"
Curt was cursing himself for having scared her off, for being too abrupt. He replied soothingly, "Aw, I heard the older boys say it."
"And you know what it means?" said Liz.
"Yeah, I think so," said Curt. "It means when a guy puts his cock in a girl's cunt. The older boys said it's the most fun in the whole world."
And they were right, Liz thought dismally. She'd been shocked and insulted when Curt asked to fuck her, but now that she thought about it, she wanted it desperately. God, she needed it. It would be so easy just to say yes, to let him stuff that hard little poker into her and give her the good hard fucking she craved. She knew she wouldn't do it, though. It really would be too much.
She'd promised to babysit this kid, not seduce him. It almost broke her heart to deny herself the thing she needed most in the world, but she still had some conscience left. She wasn't going to be responsible for deflowering her own teen-aged step-brother.
"Well, Curt," she said gently, "it's true that fucking is a lot of fun, but I think you're just a little too young for it. When you get older, you can do it with girls your own age."
"But that's silly," said Curt, his young face miserable with disappointment. "Why can't I do it with you, Liz, right now? I want to and you want to, so what else matters? It wouldn't hurt anything."
Liz thought quickly. The kid was right, of course. Fucking made all the sense in the world right now. They both needed it, and no one else would be involved. If Curt ever told Kris and Mona, however, she didn't think she could withstand the shame of it. Surely they'd think she was a nymphomaniac, a pervert, that she couldn't keep her hands off a mere boy. Seeing the intense disappointment on Curt's face, his nearness to tears of frustration and anger, she knew she'd have to distract him somehow, to get his mind on something else besides fucking her.
She grinned and rumpled his hair. "Let's not fight," she said. "I want us to be friends, to go on having fun. I have an idea. You got to look at me, so now it's my turn to look at you. Quick, out of your pajamas, Curt."
Curt blushed deeply. The only woman who'd ever seen him naked was his mother. However, Liz was right. It was only fair that she get to look at his body, since he'd looked at hers. Blushing and avoiding her eyes, he stumbled out of his pajamas.
"Now lie down on the bed," said Liz. "On your back."
Curt felt very embarrassed, but he obeyed. He kept his eyes closed, too ashamed to meet Liz' glance. He waited, and then he felt her grasping his ankles and pulling him gently towards the edge of the bed, till his buttocks almost touched the side. He guessed that she was kneeling on the floor for a better look. She separated his legs, and then he felt the soft tickle of her hair as she took her place between his thighs. Oh, Jesus, she really had a good view now. Curt writhed with embarrassment. He wished with all his heart that he was older, a grown-up, so he could be proud of the size of his cock. Now Liz would see that he was just a kid, she couldn't possibly be impressed with his half-grown equipment.
Curt was wrong. Liz found his immature cock and balls so beautiful that she could hardly breathe. He was completely hairless except for a fine golden down on his lower belly, and his sweet little prick and small rosy balls looked pure and incredibly handsome to her. Even the small pink bumpy anal mouth looked clean and unspoiled. His flaccid little testicles were wrinkled and blushing pink. His cock had lost its initial hardness and now dangled soft and floppy from his belly. It was milky white, laced with small faint blue veins. He wasn't circumcised, and the tip of his small penis ended in a funny wrinkled point.
Liz felt an overpowering urge to touch him, to play with him, and hot saliva pooled in her mouth as she thought of moving her face closer to his cute little prick, perhaps getting a taste of it. The temptation was very strong. She'd always loved to suck cock, but it had been a long time since she'd had the chance. Her puritanical husband had never permitted her to do it to him, saying it was evil and perverse. She didn't believe that, but she hesitated. She'd only planned to look, not to touch.
Well, a little touching wouldn't hurt. It wasn't as if she were seducing the kid. He'd touched her, so she had the right to reciprocate. With trembling hands she reached out and cupped his soft warm testicles. They were delicious to touch. She squeezed them gently and felt the hard round core. Curt gasped, then sighed. She began to pump his little rosy balls with great tenderness, steadily and insistently.
"Oh, jeez, that feels great," said Curt dizzily.
Never had he felt such sweet pleasure. Liz' hands were soft and dry, gentle but expert. He breathed slowly, almost in a trance, as she kneaded his balls. Christ, it felt good. He wished she'd never stop. To his delight, she kept on doing it for some time, and he felt her quick warm breath on his cock, another keen pleasure. Gradually the now-familiar arousal built up in him, and in the palms of her hands he felt his balls swelling up hard and hot, filling tightly with his cum. Then his cock began to twitch and lengthen and grow stiff. It felt bigger than it had ever been before. He was glad of that. Perhaps Liz would be more impressed now that his peter had grown bigger.
"Impressed" wasn't quite the word for Liz' reaction. As she felt his little balls swelling up in her hands, growing plump and hot, she felt very excited, and her pussy began to cream heavily. Before her eyes she saw Curt's adorable little penis twitching eagerly, then rising up to point at the ceiling, stiff and swollen, the blue veins standing out much more vividly than in the flaccid state. Her first impulse was to straddle the boy, to jam her soaked, aching pussy down on that cute little erection, to fuck him silly. She rejected the idea, however. Obviously Curt was a virgin, and she couldn't bring herself to deflower a mere boy. She'd have to find some other way to enjoy him. Licking her lips, trying to contain her hot excitement, she let go of his now stiffened balls and curled her fingers around the stiff little shaft of his cock. The boy trembled and sighed. Impulsively she seized his soft wrinkled foreskin and gently tugged it downward, gradually revealing the cherry red head. She found it much prettier than the bloated purple of the adult male. There was a tiny dark hole at the tip, and as she teasingly worked the foreskin back, a little pearly bubble of juice trickled out of the hole. Liz just couldn't resist. She shot out her tongue and licked up the tiny droplet. It tasted very good, light and salty.
"Oh, wow," said Curt, "that felt good, Liz. Please, do it again."
She hesitated only a moment. She knew it was wrong, but she just had to get another taste of his boy juices. Salivating heavily, unable to stop herself, Liz began to swish her hot wet tongue up and down the stiff length of his cute pale little cock, licking him hungrily. Curt seemed to go wild with pleasure. He whinnied like a colt and began bucking his hips, seeking more friction from her busy tongue. "Oh, yeah, YEAH," he said, "keep doing it. That's great!"
She would have kept doing it even without his request. She couldn't seem to stop herself. She licked every inch of his small erect penis, and then she moved lower to lap and tongue his stiff little rosy balls. He liked that even better, squealing and howling his pleasure. His excitement aroused Liz to even greater lust. Flinging his slim legs up over her shoulders, she burrowed between them, flicking his bumpy anal mouth with the stiff wet tip of her tongue. Curt almost fainted with pleasure when she did that. He hadn't realized that his asshole was a source of good feelings. Hungrily Liz wormed her stiff tonguetip into the tightly clenched mouth of his anus, and as Curt felt her doing it, he relaxed his sphincter muscles so she could get her tongue inside. Delicious heat shot up his rectum as Liz' tongue greedily inched up into his pungent nether hole. He was going wild with joy. It felt so good to be reamed and licked there, he thought he might shoot his wad. It wouldn't be nice to do it in Liz' face, though, and he managed to hold off, whimpering and clawing the sheets as her busy tongue sank fully into his asshole and reamed him clean.
Trembling with lust, Liz sucked loudly at his cute little bumhole, and only when she'd gotten the last of his pungent taste did she remove her tongue. She snaked it wetly between his legs, tickling his tight little balls, swishing and licking rapidly up the hard little pole of his boyish cock. More juice was bubbling from the dark little hole at the head of his prick, and she lapped it up greedily and swallowed it. It wasn't enough to satisfy her, however. She wanted a whole mouthful of his delicious juice, and there was only one way to get that. She knew it was wrong, knew she'd be ashamed of herself later, but she just had to eat his cock.
Curt gasped with dizzying pleasure as Liz sucked his aching meat into the wet furnace of her mouth. She was able to take all of it inside, and then she drew in her cheeks sharply, creating a tight, juicy nest for his eager little prick. She began to suck his cock as if she was starved for it. Curt squealed shrilly and started to buck his hips in time to her delicious sucking. Vaguely he recalled his older friends saying something about this practice, that some girls liked to suck cock, but he hadn't imagined that it could be any fun-until now. It was the greatest pleasure he'd ever felt in his life. He prayed she wouldn't stop.
Liz was just as excited as Curt. She loved sucking cock, always had, but never had she eaten one so perfectly suited to the dimensions of her mouth. Sucking grown-up cock was fun, but her lips always ached afterwards from the tight stretching they took, and sometimes she would gag when a long penis got out of control and rammed her throat. She didn't have those problems with Curt's half-grown dick. She could suck it forever without discomfort, and she could take all of it in. Best of all, it tasted sweet, much better than the strong-smelling adult model. She gurgled her pleasure as she sucked happily on his stiff little rod.
Curt suddenly realized he was going to cum, that he simply could not hold it back any longer, that he was going to squirt his stuff into Liz' mouth. He was afraid she'd be angry. "Liz," he gasped, "I'm gonna shoot, you better let me go. I can't stop!"
To his astonishment, Liz responded by tightening her lips around the swollen shaft of his cock, holding him so tightly that he couldn't get loose. Jesus, she WANTED him to cum in her mouth! He couldn't understand that at all, but if that's what she wanted, it was more than okay with him. Letting himself go completely, Curt followed his instincts and began to ram his taut boyish belly against her face, pumping his pelvis furiously, feeding her his aching little dick in short humping jabs. He heard Liz gurgling encouragement, and he gave a little shriek of joy as he felt the tight clenching and pumping of his balls, felt the burning discharge of cum from the tip of his cock. He couldn't seem to stop.
"Aaaggghh, YEAH," he whined. "Yeah, YEAH!"
He pumped load after load of boyish cum into her mouth, and he felt her licking it up, rolling it around on her tongue, tasting it, and then swallowing it hungrily, as if she couldn't get enough of it. It felt so good, he lost consciousness, and the next thing he knew, his peter was drained and limp in her mouth, and Liz was sucking it like crazy, trying to get one more drop of his cum. At last she sighed and let his flaccid meat slip from her lips.
"Oh, wow! Thank you, Liz," he said dizzily. "You're welcome, darling," she said in a husky voice.
Curt was exhausted with pleasure, and he fell asleep almost at once. Liz sat there looking at him, feeling intense affection for him, but also experiencing shame and guilt. Now that the excitement was over, she knew what a wicked thing she'd done. She'd taken an innocent boy, almost a child, and introduced him to a sophisticated sexual act far beyond his years. It might almost have been better if she'd fucked him. How would it affect his future development, to have had a blow-job from a woman old enough to be his mother?"
Liz sighed deeply. The damage was done now, and there was no sense in kicking herself about it. Tomorrow, when they were both rested and clear-headed, she'd have to explain to him that what they'd done was wrong and that they could never do it again. For now, she'd let him sleep. She hadn't the strength to argue. There was still the matter of her unsatisfied need, too. She was almost in pain from horniness. It had been wonderful fun sucking him off, but it hadn't given her the orgasm she so desperately needed. She'd have to take care of that now.
Mournfully Liz stretched out beside the sleeping boy and began to rub her clit. She glanced wistfully at his limp little cock. She could have used that erection of his. Frigging herself wasn't going to be nearly as much fun. She'd have to be quiet about it, too, so as not to wake Curt. Damn it all, if only she could have a man....
CHAPTER FOUR
The next day Liz had her talk with Curt, telling the boy that their fun couldn't continue. Curt remained silent and sullen from that time on, and Liz felt terrible about it. Yet what else could she have done? The boy was her responsibility, she had to do what was right for him-and that didn't include a lot of kinky sex play with his stepsister. At last Kris and Mona returned from their honeymoon. Liz was delighted to see them. Not only would they take over the burden of Curt, but she was free at last to get out of the house and get on with the urgent business of finding a lover.
Unfortunately, her freedom was delayed again. Mona and Kris gave her a brief hello and then disappeared into their bedroom, hardly able to keep their hands off each other. Liz couldn't very well leave the house under the circumstances. Curt, who hadn't come downstairs to greet them, might very well wander into their room. Liz would have to stay and distract him till they finished making love. For the first time she began to feel some resentment and anger against her father and his new bride. They were asking too much of her, never even considering that she might have needs of her own.
Gloomily Liz mounted the stairs-trying to ignore the creaking of bedsprings and the frantic sighing and panting coming from Kris' room-and knocked at Curt's door.
"Come in," he said sullenly. He glared when he saw Liz.
"Curt," she said, "Mona and Kris are back. They're in their room now, uh, having a nap, but they'll be down for dinner. I just wanted you to know."
"Great," he said sarcastically.
"If you're bored or lonely, you can come downstairs and talk with me," said Liz.
Curt reddened and said haughtily, "I can take care of myself. I don't need a babysitter."
Liz sighed. She wished she could do something to overcome the boy's resentment of her and other adults. She knew how left out he felt. "Please, Curt," she said, "don't be this way. We all love you, and we want you to be happy. If only you'd open up to us-"
Curt turned his back on her. "Leave me alone," he said.
Liz left and went to her room, feeling sad and helpless. She wished she could do something to make Curt feel happy and wanted, but she didn't know what it would be. Really, that was Mona's problem-if Mona could haul herself out of Kris' bed long enough to do her duty as a mother.
Mona lay naked on the bed, displaying herself to Kris' eager eyes without shame. For the hundredth time she marveled at the powerful attraction between her and her new husband. It seemed as if they simply couldn't get enough of each other. Their honeymoon had been one long lovemaking session, and they'd only gotten out of bed long enough to eat once or twice a day. Now they were home, and the feeling persisted. They probably should have said hello to Curt, probably should have lingered longer with Liz to express their thanks for her help-but they knew, without telling each other, that they just had to have one more fuck. During the drive home, they'd both gotten unbearably horny, and it couldn't wait, not for Curt, not for Liz, not for anything.
Kris almost tripped getting out of his pants, because he couldn't take his eyes off Mona long enough to watch what he was doing. He laughed and tossed his pants over a chair, hurrying to the bed where she lay waiting for him, a sensual smile on her lovely face. Her eyes darted to his long erect cock, urgent and hungry. Again she thought how incredibly lucky she was to have this man for a husband. Not only was he superb in bed, he had the biggest cock she'd ever seen. Mona was just the girl to appreciate it. After twelve years without a man, she had a lot of time to make up for.
Kris stretched out beside her and put his hand confidently on the fluffy golden hair of her mons. His finger eased through the fur and began rubbing her clit playfully. Mona sighed and opened her legs very wide for him. "Is that pussy of yours hungry again?" he said teasingly. "Starved," said Mona.
She was amazed at herself. During her first marriage she'd been so modest and prudish. She'd enjoyed it very much when her husband made love to her, but she'd believed that "decent" girls didn't show their passion. She always kept her nightgown on and had lain there quietly while he did it to her, stifling her cries of joy when she came. She knew now that she'd been terribly inhibited. With Kris, her modesty and inhibitions were fading rapidly. In just a week he'd taught her to appear naked before him without shame, taught her to make all the noises she wanted when he balled her, to tell him without embarrassment how it felt and what she liked. Mona was very grateful to him for this. She felt free and happy. She knew her training wasn't complete, however.
There were many other things he wanted her to do, but so far she'd been too shy and repressed. She wanted to do these things for him, but it wasn't easy. After all, she'd been raised to believe that sex was wicked, that good girls don't like it. It would take more than a week for Kris to reverse everything her strict and puritanical parents had taught her. She prayed he would be patient with her till she learned.
"You like this, don't you?" he said, grinning as he rubbed her small wet clit expertly.
"Umm," said Mona, "love it." She blushed a little at her own boldness, but she'd told the truth, and that was what he insisted on. She must never hide her feelings, he said.
"How about this?" Kris slipped his finger between the slick plump folds of her labia, found the moist mouth of her cunt, and slid his finger inside, pumping it teasingly.
"Ohhh, God," said Mona, writhing joyfully. "That's wonderful, darling. You do such nice things to me."
"Good," said Kris. "Now how about doing something for me?"
"Of course, darling," she said eagerly. "Whatever you want."
Kris rolled away from her, onto his back. "Let's try it again," he said. "You know. Maybe you can do it this time."
Mona blushed and trembled. During their honeymoon, Kris had wanted her to take his penis in her mouth and suck it. Mona hadn't been able to bring herself to do it.
Tearfully she'd explained to Kris that it just seemed too wicked to her-even her first husband had told her that only prostitutes did such a thing. Kris had been patient. He hadn't forced her to do it, saying that in time she'd conquer her inhibitions, that there was really nothing evil about eating cock. In principle she agreed with him. She agreed that if something felt good, they ought to do it. She also loved Kris deeply and wanted to please him. Damn it, she thought, you've got to do it this time. He's been so good to you.
Kris lay there waiting, his huge prick standing up stiffly from his belly, pale and bloated. Determinedly, Mona moved over to kneel beside him. Up close, his cock really seemed gigantic to her, menacingly fat and hard. Gingerly she reached out and clutched it with both hands, curling her trembling fingers around it. The heavy meat throbbed hot and moist under her fingers. Again she heard her mother's shrill voice from somewhere deep in her conscience: "Don't ever touch a boy there. It's evil."
But I'm not going to touch him, Mona thought wickedly, I'm going to EAT him. Pleased with her rebellious little joke, she grinned at Kris, then bent lower to kiss the long pale shaft of his prick.
"That's my girl," he said huskily. "You can do it. Move up this way just a little, sweetheart, so I can play with those gorgeous boobs."
Mona blushed at the compliment but quickly obeyed. With Kris' firm big hands playing lightly over her breasts, she felt more at ease. It was now or never, she decided. Her man wanted his cock sucked, and, by God, she was going to do it. She wouldn't be a coward this time. Kris was right. In bed, two people should do whatever pleases them.
Fortified by these arguments, Mona dipped her shining blonde head and placed the tip of her tongue on the big moist purple glans of his cock. The taste was strong and salty, and as her hot little tonguetip caressed the most sensitive part of him, Kris moaned happily. Sticky juice began to bubble from the head of his cock, and Mona dutifully lapped it up and swallowed it. That part wasn't so bad, not nearly as bad as she'd expected. In fact, it was fun in a naughty way. However, it was only a preliminary to her real task. Could she really take that monstrous thing into her mouth?
"You're doing just fine, baby," said Kris. "Go ahead now. Don't be afraid."
Mona was touched by his patience. What right had she to hold out on him? He was a wonderful, kind man, and he'd given a new home to her and Curt. Again from her conscience she heard her mother's voice: "Men have bestial urges, but a good woman doesn't enjoy them. She does her duty, but she doesn't do anything unnatural."
What could be more natural, however, than to please the man you love? Mona opened her mouth, placed her lips gently around the creaming head of Kris' huge penis, and slowly went down on him, letting his thick meat slide gradually into her mouth.
"Oh, yeah, baby," said Kris, flushing with pleasure. "That's it, that's what I want."
For a moment Mona thought she would gag. His prick was just too big for her small mouth, stretching her lips painfully, threatening to stuff the back of her throat. The taste was strong and strange on her tongue. She fought her panic, however, and continued to take him in till she had half the great length of his prick. That was all she could manage. Even then the juicing head touched her throat. She looked apologetically at Kris.
He grinned. "I know, that's as much as you can get in, unless you're a sword swallower. That's fine, Mona, just fine. Now suck it for me, sweetheart."
She began to suck the thick heavy meat which stuffed her mouth. At first it wasn't easy, because she was nervous and her lips were dry. She solved the problem by licking her lips, and then the great heavy prick seemed literally to fly in and out of her mouth in time to her industrious sucking. Still she wasn't sure she enjoyed it, not till she glanced at Kris and saw the look of utter bliss on his rugged face. If she could do that for him, then, by God, it was worth it. His arousal inflamed her, and she felt hot saliva pooling in her mouth, making her sucking all the easier and noisier. Mona found herself titillated by the loud slurping and sucking sounds she was making. She wondered what her poor old puritanical mother would say if she could see Mona now.
Boldly she uncurled her fingers from his hard shaft and began to explore. She'd never played with his balls before, hardly even touched him there, and now seemed like the appropriate time. Her fingers touched them lightly. The great silver-haired sacs were swollen up tight and hard with his cum, extremely taut and sensitive. Her lightest touch seemed to throw him into spasms of pleasure.
"Yeah, baby, good," he said, his breath coming loudly. "But very, very carefully, okay?"
Mona responded by applying a feathery tickle to the wiry-haired taut surface of his great testicles, and Kris gave an ecstatic moan. She was proud of herself for learning so fast. She wanted to do everything she could to please her man. Loudly, wetly, she sucked on his great thick cock, actually enjoying it now that her lips had become accustomed to the tight fit. She felt Kris' big hands fumbling over her body, caressing her in a blind, frantic way. Suddenly he had a finger between the plump cheeks of her buttocks, tickling and probing. Mona thought little of it until he approached her bumpy anal mouth, and then a little shiver of surprise went over her. Did he intend to touch her THERE?
Yes, the tip of his finger paused right on the clenched mouth of her anus, rubbing and teasing. Mona went beet red all over. She felt she'd been very liberal in her attitudes up to this point, but surely THAT was not a place for sex play. She wanted to protest-but she couldn't, not when her mouth was fully stuffed with cock. Blushing furiously, she. went on sucking Kris, but her attention was concentrated on her tight little anal hole where his finger remained, rubbing and rimming. Her conscience shrieked that it just wasn't right to touch a person there-and yet would Kris really do anything wrong? Wasn't he a good man? Mona felt confused and frightened.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Kris briefly withdraw his finger, lick it, and return it to her anus. What in the world? Then she gave a startled gasp as she felt the wet tip of his finger wriggling into her tiny anal mouth. She almost leaped off the bed, barely managing to keep his cock in her mouth. She glanced at him in horror. He was grinning.
"All part of the fun, baby," he said. "Just relax. Don't knock it till you've tried it."
Mona's modesty was outraged, but for Kris' sake she struggled to keep still, to go on sucking his big thick cock, to let him have his wicked fun. She thought it was indecent, but she didn't want to create a scene. She felt the tip of his finger wedged into the clenched mouth of her anus, and then it began to wriggle upward, penetrating her rectum till he was in a good inch or so. She expected it to hurt. On the contrary, the deeper he got, the better it felt. Mona couldn't understand it. A feeling of sharp pleasure and excitement melted her loins, the same feeling she experienced when her vagina was penetrated. It didn't make sense, it was incredibly wicked, but damn it, it felt wonderful.
Mona began to whimper her pleasure, working her butt up and down on the stiff impalement of his finger. Kris grinned knowingly at her. The more excited she got, the faster and harder she sucked his cock. Quickly he plunged his finger into her hot tight rectum as far as he could, and Mona's eyes spun crazily in her head. She gurgled her pleasure. My God, she thought, is there any trick this man doesn't know? He began to work his finger in her bumhole like a miniature cock, and to Mona's wonder, she found herself going crazy with lust, rising rapidly towards climax.
Again the thought came to her that he shouldn't be touching her there, that it was perverse and nasty, but she no longer cared. All she knew was the incredible pleasure he was giving her. Furiously, adoringly, she sucked on his huge hot penis, submitting herself to him completely.
After Liz left the room, Curt could have kicked himself. Why was he being such an asshole? Why was he so rude to everybody? He had no doubt that Liz was telling the truth, that they all cared about him and wanted him to be happy. He could also understand that they had a life of their own, that they couldn't spend every minute with him. He thought he could even understand Liz' hang-ups about having sex with him, although he didn't agree with her. So, having all this understanding, why did he have to act like a spoiled little kid? He knew if he kept it up, if he went on being sullen and hostile, nobody would like him at all.
Curt sighed and left his room. The first thing was to go apologize to Liz. She'd tried to be nice to him, and all he'd done was snap at her. She deserved better than that. Then, at dinner, he must make every effort to be polite to Kris. The guy was his father now, and they'd have to live in the same house, so Curt might as well try to get along with him. He decided he'd even forgive his mother for getting married again. Women don't seem to be happy unless they're married, and he supposed Mona was no exception.
Armed with all these good intentions, Curt started down the hall to Liz' room. To get there, he had to pass Kris and Mona's room, and somehow he wasn't surprised to hear familiar noises coming from behind the door. Sure, Liz had told him they were taking a nap, but he knew better. I won't be jealous, he thought. Instantly he was jealous. Also, he was curious. He'd heard them making love before, but he'd never seen them. It was wrong to spy on them, of course, but he just couldn't resist. Just one little peek, then he'd be on his way.
Curt knelt before the keyhole and looked into the master bedroom. What he saw made him turn red from ears to toes. Jesus, he'd never heard of anything like this before. Mona was sucking Kris' cock like she hadn't eaten for a week, but what really shook him was to see Kris working a finger busily in and out of Mona's asshole-and Mona digging it. How could anybody enjoy a thing like that?
Curt's young mind was also blasted by the first sight of his mother naked. He just couldn't help gawking. Christ, she was beautiful, just as beautiful as Liz. Her tits were big and bouncy and firm, her body amazingly lithe and slim. He envied Kris with all his heart. As he watched, Kris suddenly withdrew his finger from Mona's ass and gently lifted her head up from his fiercely rigid cock.
"Beautiful," said Kris, "but if we don't make it right now, I'm gonna cum in your mouth."
Mona was too worked up to say anything. Her face was red with lust, her eyes glowing.
Shamelessly she threw one long leg over Kris' supine body, straddling him. She seized his engorged meat and began working it into the wet and ready little mouth of her cunt.
It was in that moment that Curt got his first unobstructed view of his stepfather's penis. Holy cow, he hadn't believed they could grow that big. His eyes widened almost to the popping point, and his mouth hung open. Jesus, Kris' dong had to be almost a foot long, and it was enormously thick. Curt could have wept with envy and humiliation. Never, not in a million years, could he grow a cock that big. There was no way he could ever compete with Kris. The guy was a fucking giant, and no woman in her right mind would trade Kris for a puny little kid like Curt.
Stunned, Curt watched his mother feverishly working her wet pussy on the engorged head of Kris' cock. He didn't see how she was going to take that giant rod inside her body, and yet she acted as if she couldn't wait to do that very thing. At last she got it in place, and with a loud wail of pleasure she went sliding down it. Kris seized her hips to steady her, and with a knowing grin he began to ball her in short rough strokes. Mona went wild with joy, shrieking and squealing as his huge prick worked deep in her mushy cunt. Her big tits bounced and flopped, her whole lovely body shook like jelly, as Kris gave it to her hard and fast.
"Oh, my God," she wailed, "so GOOD! I LOVE IT!"
Curt couldn't watch any more. He felt utterly demoralized and defeated. Kris had everything, and Curt knew he couldn't compete. He'd never be able to give his mother that kind of pleasure. It was no wonder Liz didn't want to make it with him, either, if that's how big a grown-up cock was. No, there seemed to be no place in this house for Curt. He was just a kid, left out of the adult fun.
He was about to get up and return to his room-not having the heart to talk with Liz now-when something heavy and furry struck him, knocking him to the floor. Before he could cry out, his face was being licked by a big wet lolling tongue. He began to laugh-but softly, so as not to disturb Mona and Kris.
"Speed," he said. "Hello, doggy."
Speed was Kris' Dalmatian, a huge but friendly dog. Kris was so attached to the animal that he'd even taken it along on the honeymoon. Now, like Curt, the animal was feeling lonely and neglected. He licked Curt eagerly, happy to have human company again.
"Okay, boy," said Curt, "take it easy. I'm glad you showed up. At least I have one friend in this house. Come on, let's go for a walk."
The big dog followed Curt down the hall toward the stairs, wagging his tail. For a moment Curt felt happy again, having found a companion. Then, however, as they passed Liz' door, the dog stopped still, his hair standing on end. He began to sniff the air and to whine. Curt called to him, but the dog wouldn't budge from outside Liz' door. That figured-he knew Liz much better than he knew Curt.
"Aw, come on, Speed," said Curt. "Let's go for a walk."
Speed settled down in front of Liz' door, apparently determined to wait for her. Miserably, Curt continued down the stairs alone. Shit, he thought, even the dog doesn't want me.
CHAPTER FIVE
Lying on her bed, bored and restless, Liz heard Curt and Speed coming down the hall. Her heart pounded. She hoped that Curt had decided to come talk to her after all, that he'd come into her room. Ever since having that serious talk with him, Liz had been tortured by lust for the boy. She knew it was wrong, but as the days passed and her sexual need mounted, she began to rationalize, to tell herself that it wasn't really so awful to be attracted to a thirteen year old.
After all, he wasn't a child. He had the needs of a man, as she'd proved during their one session together. Why, then, shouldn't she take care of his needs? More urgent, why shouldn't he take care of hers? As long as no one else was involved, as long as no one was hurt, she really couldn't see any harm in it.
The only trouble was, she just couldn't bring herself to go to the boy and blatantly proposition him. That would take more gall than she possessed.
It was one thing to want him, quite another to seduce him. For days she prayed that Curt would be more insistent, that he'd demand a renewal of their fun, but she reckoned without the boy's pride and stubbornness. She'd rejected him, and he'd be damned if he'd make the first overtures. So Liz writhed lonely and horny in her bed every night, kicking herself for that stupid moralistic lecture she'd given him. This afternoon she was so lusty, so much in need of a man, that she could have screamed. When she heard Curt coming down the hall, talking to the dog, her pussy contracted violently with lust, growing red hot and soaked with her juices. She waited for Curt to knock at her door, planned the sensual smile she'd greet him with. She thought hungrily of that cute little prick of his.
When Curt passed on by, she almost wept with frustration. Damn, damn it all, why hadn't he stopped? She hurried to the window, and in a moment she saw Curt coming out the front door of the house, his hands stuck deep in his pockets, his shoulders bent forward, the picture of loneliness and dejection. She would have raised the window and shouted to him to come back, only Kris and Mona would have heard. Miserably she stalked back to her bed and threw herself down on it. She was wearing only a thin negligee, and she slipped her hand inside the front opening and began to caress her body feverishly. Oh, God, she thought, I need a man!
Only a few hours to go now, however. Surely Kris and Mona wouldn't ask her to stay in and babysit tonight. All she had to do was get through dinner with the family, and then she could telephone one of her old lovers. By nine o'clock, with any luck, she could be in bed with a man, feeling a stiff cock inside her. That wasn't so long to wait. So why, why couldn't she wait? Why was she starting to play with herself, why couldn't she keep her hands off her body?
Liz gave up questioning herself. There was really no point in it. She was a normal woman, after all, and she had normal needs. With no man to take care of them, she'd just have to do it herself. It was as simple as that, nothing to kick herself about. In fact, it would make a lot of sense to bring herself off right now. Then she wouldn't squirm during dinner, she might actually be able to keep her cool until she got out of the house. She thought of Curt's innocent notion that masturbation stunts your growth. No way, baby, she thought with amusement. I've been doing it for years, and I'm a big healthy girl.
Having quieted her conscience, Liz quickly slipped out of her negligee and tossed the garment aside. Lying naked on her back, she purred as she ran her hands over her body, admiring her own big beautiful tits, caressing the fluffy dark patch of her mons. She thought how stupid her husband had been not to take everything she offered, not to enjoy her superb body to the fullest. Well, that was his loss, and she wasn't going to think about him any more. She was going to find a man who appreciated her, a man with no stupid inhibitions, and then she was going to fuck him silly. She was ready right now.
Dreamily, Liz slipped a finger between the fluffy plump lips of her mons and touched the moist button of her clit. God, it felt nice. Her husband had never touched her there-it was wicked, he said. Poor fool. He could have driven her up the walls with passion just by rubbing her clit. Liz stroked and circled the fat little bud, purring and cooing, and she felt her hot juices pooling out of her cunt to lubricate her vulva. Sighing, she spread her legs wide and began to stroke all her sensitive tissues, from anus through labia back to her hungry little clit. It felt marvelous, and her body tingled with pleasure. There was just one ingredient missing, the hard body of a man over her. Somehow it wasn't quite as much fun doing it alone. She missed the rough hairy embrace, the hot breath on her neck, the thrust of a taut belly against hers. Most of all, she missed cock. Her finger was good, but it was no substitute for the real thing.
Well, she'd just have to be content with her finger. She'd bring herself off quickly, and that ought to hold her till tonight. Sighing, she began to rub her clit again, slowly and sensually at first, then with increasing speed and pressure. Her body flushed with arousal, the pace of her breathing increased, and her pussy juices flooded out to wet the bed beneath her. She began to whine and arch her body stiffly. It wouldn't take more than a few seconds now, she was so close to dimming. God, it felt wonderful. Electric jolts of pleasure coursed through her aroused body with each stroke of her finger. She started to wail as she came to the very edge of climax.
Something hit her door with a crash.
Liz shot off the bed. Her heart was pounding. What the hell was that noise? Cautiously she approached the door and listened. She heard quick panting, then the scrape of a claw on the door, then a low whine.
Goddamn dog. Goddamn fucking dog! Of course she loved Speed, the faithful family pet, but of all the times to be interrupted! Jesus, she'd been a split second from cumming when the mutt threw himself against her door. She forced down her anger-no sense in taking it out on Speed, he didn't know any better. She opened the door.
"All right, boy," she said gently. "You can come in."
Speed leaped at her, almost knocking her down, and began to lick her face joyfully. They hadn't been together for almost a week, and Liz had to laugh at his eagerness. "Okay, boy," she said, "take it easy. Don't claw my tits."
Standing with his forepaws on her shoulders, the Dalmation was nearly as tall as Liz. She laughed, seized his paws, and put him down. "Come on," she said. "You can lie on the bed, just like old times."
Liz crawled onto the bed, and Speed bounded after her, whining happily. He was obviously glad to be home, back in familiar surroundings. Liz lay back on the pillows and looked affectionately at the dog. She would have liked very much to continue playing with herself, to achieve a desperately needed orgasm, but the presence of the dog somehow inhibited her. It was almost like being watched by another human being.
"Damn it all, Speed," she said, "you sure chose the wrong moment."
She reached out to pat his head, and Speed licked her hand. Yes, there was no point in being mad at Speed. He hadn't interrupted her on purpose, didn't realize how frustrated he'd made her. His doggy heart was full of love for her, and she knew that he'd protect her to the death. Liz stroked and patted his head, then lay back and closed her eyes. If she couldn't frig herself, at least she could catch a short nap before dinner.
Speed watched his mistress, his moist brown eyes alert and curious. It hadn't been an easy week for the big dog. First there was that new woman in the house, the one his master seemed so attached to. Kris hardly had time for his dog any more, he was so busy with the woman. They'd taken Speed along on their trip, but that wasn't much consolation. The dog had spent most of the time whimpering outside their door while they made love, and he'd received only a few absentminded pats on the head from Kris. To make matters worse, there was something going on in their room that powerfully excited Speed, but they wouldn't let him in on it. He whined and begged to be let in, but his master seemed not to hear him. From behind the locked door Speed could hear noises which aroused his curiosity-panting, squealing, moaning. Strange and exciting smells came to him from under the door, smells which he soon identified as sexual. It was like being close to a bitch in heat but unable to get at her. The poor dog was consumed with the urge to rut but forced to remain unsatisfied. Why was his master being so cruel to him?
When they returned home, the same thing happened. Kris let Speed out of the car, then ignored him completely. Kris and the new woman went right upstairs to their room, closed the door, and started making those noises again. The tantalizing smells came from under the door, smells of rutting, which excited Speed powerfully. Miserably, he paced up and down the hall. He was glad when the boy appeared. The boy was also a new person in the house, but unlike the new woman, the boy played with Speed and seemed affectionate toward him. Speed would have been happy to go for a walk with Curt-but as they passed Liz' door, something arrested the big dog, made him stop and listen. From Liz' room he heard the curious noise, smelled the exciting odor, just as outside the master's room. He had to stay and investigate.
Speed knew that Liz loved him, that she wouldn't refuse him anything if he begged long and hard enough. The master wouldn't open the door to him, but Liz would, he was certain of that.
When the exciting smell of sex became too much for him, the dog threw himself violently against Liz' door and began to beg for admission. Sure enough, she let him in. Speed was very happy.
The odd thing was, once he got in the room he couldn't tell where the noises had come from, couldn't find the source of that arousing smell. Nothing special seemed to be happening. He lay down on the bed beside Liz as he'd done many times before, and Liz went to sleep. It was all very pleasant, but it wasn't what he sought. The big Dalmatian lay there uneasily, restless and puzzled.
In her sleep Liz relaxed, letting her legs fall apart. Speed perked up his ears, sniffed the air. There it was, that delicious odor, the smell which reminded him of sex, but where was it coming from? Again he sniffed the air sharply, carefully. Moving gently so as not to disturb his mistress, he crawled along, following the scent. It seemed to be coming from between Liz' legs.
Speed whined softly, then checked himself. He knew Liz didn't like to be wakened from her naps. He waited, and after a while, she stirred in her sleep, letting her legs open even wider. Now there was room for the dog to creep between her outspread legs without brushing them, without waking her. Whimpering softly, Speed inched his way up toward the source of the exciting smell. His wet nose at last brushed the damp fur of Liz' mons. He was close now, very close, and so excited that the hair stood up on his back. He knew where the smell was coming from, that scarlet plump flesh between Liz' legs. It was no longer enough for him just to sniff at her. He wanted to taste her.
Speed was a very obedient dog, and for a long time he managed to keep still in spite of his frustration. All his training, all his experience told him that his mistress would be furious if he woke her up. He didn't want Liz to be angry with him. Some deeper, more powerful instinct was at work in him, however, the ancient urge toward sex. Speed whined mournfully, and his long red doggy tongue lolled out, dripping with saliva. He wanted so badly to lick the source of that smell. At last he couldn't hold himself in check any longer. Inching forward, trying desperately not to wake Liz, he managed to get within licking distance of the delicious odor. His tongue shot out eagerly to lap and taste Liz' plump exposed clit and labia. In her state of unsatisfied need, the scarlet tissues were plump and swollen, wet with her juices. Speed slobbered and drooled and licked. This was what he'd been seeking. Blissfully the big dog ran his wet rough tongue all over Liz' swollen vulva....
Liz was having a beautiful erotic dream, one of the best she'd ever had. As a girl, she hadn't had such dreams because in real life she was fucking all the time and had no need of nocturnal release. After she was married, however, and during her five years of sexual frustration with her husband, she'd begun to dream almost every night. She dreamed of every man she'd ever made it with and of every man she'd ever wanted, dreamed they were doing it to her, giving her exquisitely long, hard fucks, the kind she needed in her waking life. The dreams were lovely, but to her endless annoyance and frustration, she never came in her dreams. She'd wake abruptly beside her sleeping husband, trembling with need. In the darkness she'd quietly bring herself off with her hand, wondering wistfully why it never happened in her dreams.
This dream was different. It seemed so much more real than all the others. In this dream someone-she couldn't make out the face-was eating her pussy and doing an exquisite job of it. That was unusual. She almost always dreamed of fucking, not of foreplay. This man, whoever he was, seemed content to go on forever licking her pussy, sending delicious sensations through her pelvis. His tongue was long and rough yet very exciting. Liz murmured happily in her sleep and opened her legs as wide as possible, giving the stranger plenty of room to work. God, it was so beautiful. Never had she had such a skillful lover. His tongue was so hot, so wet, so insistent. Her juices poured eagerly from her excited cunt, and the stranger lapped them up as fast as they came. His long wet tongue snaked deliciously through the sensitive folds of her labia, tickled and lapped her aroused clit, wriggled up into her hungry vagina. Liz thought she'd die of pleasure. More hot juices bubbled in her cunt, and the stranger went for it, stuffing his tongue deep into her, lapping and sucking.
"Awww, God, YES," Liz moaned.
He was so far into her now that she could feel his hair tickling her inner thighs. His hair had a strange texture, and she realized that he was making odd noises, panting and whining almost like an animal. Then she realized that she wasn't asleep any more. The transition to waking had been slow and almost imperceptible, but she knew now that she wasn't dreaming any longer. Somebody actually was eating her pussy-but who? It couldn't have been Curt. He might have wanted to, but his tongue wasn't that long.
Liz opened her eyes. For what seemed a very long time, she was frozen in horror. There was Speed, wedged happily between her legs, licking and tonguing her pussy with obvious hunger and enjoyment. Oh, Jesus Christ, to think that she'd been enjoying it! Enjoying a dog licking her cunt! How low can you get?
"Speed," she said hoarsely, "no. Naughty. Bad."
The dog raised his head and gave a low moan of frustration. It was clear to Liz that he wanted to go on licking her, that it was all he could do to obey her order. "No, boy," she said gently. "Back."
Whining pitifully, the big spotted dog backed off. As he did so, Liz saw that he had an enormous erection. His long red canine penis poked stiffly from his belly, thick and gleaming, bigger and fatter than any human cock she'd ever seen. Liz felt dizzy, hypnotized with lust. She knew her thoughts were terrible, wicked, outrageous, but somehow she just couldn't help what she was thinking. She was thinking how wonderful it would feel to have that great long dog cock inside her.
Who would know? She was alone in her room. Curt was out for a walk, Mona and Kris completely preoccupied with each other. She could get away with it, and no one need ever find out-certainly Speed wasn't going to tell them. Again she eyed the dog's gigantic gleaming red penis. She felt the nagging ache of lust in her cunt, the need which had gone unsatisfied for five years. Oh, God forgive her, she just couldn't help herself.
Trembling, Liz rolled over on her belly and raised her small pale ass, assuming the posture of a receptive bitch, hoping Speed would pick up the cue. Cream poured from her excited cunt, and when she spoke to the dog, her voice came out hoarse with need.
"Come on, Speed, come on. Good doggy."
For a moment Speed couldn't believe it was true. His mistress had just ordered him away, and now she was calling him back again. Fearing her anger, he approached her very slowly and cautiously, ready to leap back in case he'd made a mistake. Liz waited and trembled. The big dog sniffed her heavily creaming cunt, then timidly put out his long red tongue to lick her there.
"Ummmm, yes, good boy," said Liz. "Go ahead. It's all right."
He began to lick her creaming cunt mouth more eagerly. She wondered how she was going to get him to fuck her, however. The licking was all very pleasant, but it wasn't what she wanted. What command could she give him? How could she make him understand?
Fortunately for Liz, Speed figured it out for himself. Her strong odor of sex and her dog-like posture awoke his deepest instincts, and at last, with an excited yelp, the big dog scurried to mount her, wrapping his furry forearms around her waist, frantically digging his huge erect dog penis into the tender mushy pulp of her labia.
"Oh, Jesus, yes," whined Liz, "get it in, get it in.
She held herself very still, doing her best to help him, while Speed panted and blindly poked his stiff canine prick into her steamy tissues. Then at last it happened-a lucky shot lodged the enormous head of his hard prick in the steamy little valley of her cunt mouth, and in another second Liz felt her cunt being stuffed as never before in her life. The dog's mammoth cock pushed relentlessly into her, deeper and deeper, filling her so full she could hardly breathe, wriggling right into her womb. She began to scream with joy.
"YES! YES! FUCK ME, SPEED," she shouted. "FUCK ME, DOGGY!"
Being a dog, Speed had one style of fucking, and that was to hammer his prick into the steamy receptacle as fast and hard as he could. Liz' body shook violently under his rough attack, and she felt her womb butted and pounded, felt her narrow vagina raked and roughly stuffed by the enormous girth of his doggy cock. It was just what she needed, just the kind of wild raging fuck she'd been dreaming of for five years. She forgot everything else in the world, and she creamed violently, making his passage noisy and slurpy. She shouted her pleasure without restraint, clawed the bed, and ground her steaming pussy furiously around his giant impalement. Just as excited as she was, Speed humped like a pile driver, his tail wagging insanely, his tongue lolling out helplessly to drip hot saliva on Liz' lurching back. His big furry dog balls pounded noisily against her thighs, and he yelped shrilly in his intense pleasure. Liz' cunt felt wonderfully tight and hot and wet to him, and he struggled to drive his maddened cock as deep into her as possible before depositing his seed.
Under the circumstances, it didn't take dog or woman very long at all to reach climax. Speed had no impulse to prolong the act, anyhow, all his instincts being to cum as fast as he could. He howled loudly, shrilly, and began jabbing her even faster and harder than ever with his fat red canine cock. Liz felt a scalding burst of fluid in her womb, then another and another. It seemed as if the dog would never stop cumming. His seed overflowed her cunt, boiling out to run down her thighs and pool on the bed. Liz felt a powerful burst of pleasure shaking her pelvis, and then she screamed and nearly fainted as her whole body shook in the most delicious climax she'd ever experienced.
Her eyes rolled crazily, and an absurd, lewd grimace twisted her face as she came again and again. She shot her ass high into the air to keep the dog's shrinking cock inside her, prolonging her pleasure. She was kneeling like that, letting Speed happily shoot the last of his doggy cum into her eager pussy when the door of her room suddenly flew open.
Liz looked up in horror. "Daddy!" she gasped.
CHAPTER SIX
Kris Slade stood in the doorway of his daughter's bedroom, his mouth hanging open, his eyes wide with shock. He simply couldn't believe what he saw. Liz, naked, with the dog. Speed with his long red canine prick still lodged deeply in Liz' streaming vagina. No, it just couldn't be.
Mona and Kris had fallen asleep after the strenuous lovemaking, and a few moments ago Kris had wakened in alarm to hear savage noises coming from somewhere in the house. He heard Liz screaming, Speed barking and howling. Burglars? Mona was so deeply asleep that she didn't hear it, but Kris leaped out of bed naked, ready to protect his daughter. He ran down the hall, heard the wild noises coming from Liz' room, and flung the door open.
Only to find his only daughter making love to a dog.
"Daddy," she said weakly. At that moment, Speed, exhausted and satisfied, crawled off her, his gleaming canine cock limp and empty. He went to the side of the bed, curled up, and promptly fell asleep, leaving the humans to worry about the situation. .
"Liz," said Kris. His voice came out in a stunned croak, and he cleared his throat. "Liz, did I really see that? Were you-were you actually making it with Speed?"
Liz burst into tears. "Oh, Daddy," she said, "I'm so ashamed. I don't know what came over me. It's just that I haven't had anybody for so long, it got to be more than I could take. I must have been crazy, I know, but I had to have it. Oh, God, you must despise me."
Kris sighed and came to sit on the edge of the bed. "No, honey," he said, "of course I don't despise you. I could never do that. It's just I'm a little stunned, I guess. I've always been a pretty liberal parent, I think, willing to let you do whatever you wanted, but I didn't exactly expect something like this."
As he spoke, he patted Liz' shoulder, and she gradually calmed down. When he finished, she suddenly grinned at him and said, "Well, now that I think about it, Daddy, it wasn't really so awful. I mean, it was fun."
Kris gawked at her, then broke into a grin himself. "You're putting me on. Fun doing it with a dog?"
"Speed is tremendously well hung," said Liz mischievously. "But, really, Daddy, is there any reason for either of us to be upset? Haven't you always taught me that if a thing is fun, and if it doesn't hurt anybody else, then it's okay to do it? No matter what all the prudes in the world might say?"
Kris laughed. "You're absolutely right. It was stupid of me to be shocked and you had no reason to be ashamed. It's just that-well, damnit, Liz, you have to admit, the sight was a bit unusual."
They both laughed then, and Liz went on to explain to Kris about her boring, frustrating marriage, and how she hadn't had any man at all for the past three months. "So you see," she said, "Speed presented quite a temptation when he got that hard-on."
"Well, I guess I can understand that, honey," said Kris. "You're a lot like me-when you need it, you've got to have it. By God, we won't keep you in babysitting tonight. The sooner you find yourself a good man, the better. I'm sorry, baby. I just haven't been thinking of anything these past few weeks except myself and Mona. I think my little girl deserves better than the family dog."
"Oh, I don't know," said Liz impishly. "Speed was a pretty good lay." Kris sighed. "I wish I could say the same for Mona."
"What?" said Liz. "Mona isn't a good lay? My God, I thought you two couldn't keep your hands off each other. What's the problem, Daddy?"
"Well, it's not exactly that she isn't good," said Kris. "I mean, she's beautiful, and she has all the potential. It's just that she's so damned inhibited. Her upbringing was just the opposite of yours. Her parents were very strict, and they taught her that anything having to do with sex is evil. Her head is full of ideas like that, and I'm not going to be able to change her overnight. It's going to take a long, long time to make her a really great partner in bed. Like, for instance, it's taken me a whole week to get her to even put her mouth on my cock. It'll probably be months before I can persuade her to blow me."
"Oh, poor Daddy," said Liz. "I'm really sorry. She sounds a little like my husband-he thought all that stuff was evil, too. At least there's one important difference with Mona. She loves you, and eventually she'll do anything to please you."
"Yes," said Kris, "eventually. In the meantime, though, all this conventional, routine sex is getting to be pretty dull. Don't mistake me, Mona is a swell girl and I really love her. It's just a pain in the ass trying to get around all her silly hang-ups about sex. It's hard to pretend enthusiasm for plain old balling, when actually I'm thinking about doing it to her in the ass. I -rimmed her this afternoon, and she just barely put up with it. I thought she'd faint. Damn, what a drag."
"I'll say." Liz patted his hand, and for a while father and daughter sat in silence, thinking of their separate problems. There was perfect ease and understanding between them. Kris had always seen to that. Even when Liz was a little girl, he'd never lied to her, and he'd trained her never to lie to him. They concealed nothing from each other. For instance there had been no hang-ups about nudity in their house, as was not the case with Mona and Curt. They sat naked beside each other on the bed, and neither of them thought much of it. Kris had always wanted his daughter to be free and uninhibited, and he tried to be that way himself.
Liz giggled. "You know, Daddy, I got so horny this week, I almost made it with Curt. Can you imagine-a thirteen year old boy?"
Kris chuckled. "That's getting pretty desperate, all right. I mean, he's not exactly Paul Newman. However, in principle, I don't see anything wrong with it. I mean, if you both wanted to."
"That's what I finally concluded," said Liz, "only by then it was too late. I'd already given him this big lecture about how wrong it was. My God, my thinking has really gotten warped after five years of marriage. I've gotten almost as inhibited as Mona. Poor little Curt, he was all for balling me, and I turned him down. Now I'm kicking myself."
"It's not too late," said Kris. "Why don't you seduce the kid?"
"Well, what would Mona think?" said Liz. "Wouldn't she be pissed off?"
"She might be," said Kris, "but she shouldn't be. I mean, Curt has a right to sex like everybody else. I think in time Mona would see that. Also it might help loosen her up. I think Mona needs a few shocks. So why don't you go ahead and make it with Curt? I'll handle Mona."
"Well, there's just one more thing," said Liz. "I'm so much older than he is. I'm just afraid-I know this is nothing but vanity, but I'm afraid he'll be turned off. That he'll just think of me as an old hag."
Kris laughed loudly and hugged her. "Are you kidding? Baby, you're beautiful. You're not old. I bet that little kid has the hots for you all the time. I bet he'd love to get his hands on these big beautiful jugs of yours." Playfully, Kris pushed Liz down onto her back and began to play with her tits. They really were superb, he noted. It wasn't very often that he thought of Liz as a woman instead of as his daughter. Now he tried to survey her from a lover's point of view, and he concluded almost at once that only a queer wouldn't go for Liz. He really enjoyed fondling and jiggling her big creamy tits. They were silky soft, yet very firm and well-shaped. They were just as nice as Mona's, in fact. He rubbed his thumbs over the light brown nipples, and under his gentle friction they grew bumpy and rigid with arousal. "Nice," he said.
Liz grinned up at him. "You really think so? Ummm, that feels good, Daddy. That's one thing Speed couldn't do for me. I mean, he's really a great fuck, but his foreplay is lousy."
Kris laughed, but in fact he found himself getting suddenly horny. Liz was so damned sexy-why hadn't he noticed it before? Of course, she was his daughter, and he never thought of her in those terms. There was no reason why he shouldn't, however. Just because he was her father, that didn't mean he shouldn't appreciate her beauty. He cupped her big warm tits more firmly, then succumbed to the temptation to dip his head and start tonguing her rigid brown nipples. He planted his lips firmly on one of them and began to suck it noisily, playfully.
"Ooooooo," said Liz. "Nice."
Liz was making the same discovery as Kris. Always she'd thought of him as just her father, not as a man. She'd been vaguely aware that he was in good shape for his age, that he was attractive to women, but not until this moment had she realized how really sexy he was. She reached out and started running her hands over his body. He was hard, muscular, intensely masculine. It excited her sharply to touch him. It had been so long since she'd touched a man. Her hands became more eager, and she fumbled down over his firm belly, seeking out his cock. When she found it, it was warm and limp, but that didn't deceive the experienced Liz as to its true size.
"My God, Daddy," she said wonderingly. "You're really well hung. I never noticed that before."
Kris raised his head and grinned at her. "Well, I'm glad you appreciate your old man."
"Lucky Mona," said Liz. "Too bad she doesn't appreciate it. You say she was hesitant about sucking you off? I wouldn't be. I'd love to blow a cock this size."
Kris' eyes gleamed. He was powerfully tempted to take Liz up on her offer. There wouldn't be any harm in it, really. It wasn't as though they were committing incest or anything. It would be just a little harmless fun. "Well, why don't you?" he said.
"Oh, Daddy, could I?" Liz said eagerly.
She quickly slipped out from under him and pushed him down on his back. Kris eyed her big swaying breasts appreciatively, then settled back to enjoy himself. Liz scrambled between his legs and lifted his great white doughy penis to her lips. Her little pink tongue flashed out to lap and tease the tip of his cock, wriggling under the loose foreskin to stimulate the sensitive glans. Gradually she tongued and nibbled the foreskin back, till the whole gleaming purple head of his prick was exposed to her expert tongue. She swished her tongue hotly around the head of his cock, occasionally worming her stiff tongue tip into the dark hole of his glans. It felt marvelous. Kris thought, If only Mona would do this.
Liz was barely able to contain herself, to draw out and prolong the foreplay which Kris found so delicious. She hadn't blown a man in so long, she wanted to gobble up that giant cock right away. Of course she had blown Curt, but that was different. He was just a little kid. There hadn't been the thrill, then, of taking on a man-size cock, of making an enormous length of meat rise and swell. Her pussy creamed and pulsed as she played with Kris' great prick, and even though she'd just had a bomb of a climax from making it with Speed, she felt herself growing horny again.
"Do you want me to suck your balls first, Daddy?" she said.
Kris shuddered with happy anticipation. "Yeah, baby, that would be great," he said.
Liz flopped onto her belly, nosing swiftly between his thighs and tickling him with her hair. Kris moaned loudly as he felt her hot little tongue lashing and poking his flaccid but sensitive testicles. Her spit was like a delicious warm bath over the bristly surface of his balls. Her lips closed possessively around one sac and slowly, sensually, drew it into the wet heat of her mouth. She began to suck the limp bag, and Kris whined in intense pleasure. Christ, Mona wouldn't do this to him in a thousand years. She'd think it was "dirty". He relished this moment, because he didn't know when he'd be so lucky again.
Liz mouthed and tongued and sucked his testicle until he thought he'd pass out from pleasure. Then she spat it out and sucked in the other one, going at it noisily and greedily. She was proud of her skill. She could tell from the way Kris was writhing and moaning that he loved everything she did. At last she felt his big hairy balls swelling in her mouth, growing hard and rigid with accumulated cum. She released him and flashed him a knowing grin.
"Really got to you, huh?" she said. "You better believe it," Kris said breathlessly. "Okay," said Liz, "now for the main attraction."
She raised herself to her knees again and seized his long, semi-erect penis. It felt hot and powerful in her hands, and for the second time she deeply envied her new stepmother. My God, to have a lover with a cock like this-that would be paradise. Hungrily, salivating heavily, Liz put her lips to the dark red head of his prick, opened wide, and began sucking him in. Kris' eyes gleamed with delight as he felt himself drawn into the steamy silk of her mouth. She took in much more of his cock than Mona had, because Liz had learned the trick of opening her throat and was able to let the long length of his meat glide down there without gagging. She took him in all the way to the root of his cock, surrounding him with wet slick heat. She began to suck him loudly, swiftly. Kris moaned and went dizzy with pleasure.
Now this, he thought, is a blow job.
Liz loved the taste of her Daddy's big cock. She didn't even mind having half of it in her throat. She admitted another thing to herself-she wanted to show Daddy that she could suck cock better than Mona, any day of the year. Yes, she was a little jealous of her beautiful new stepmother, she could see that now. She was happy for Daddy, but at the same time she wanted Daddy to remember what an extraordinary daughter he had. Liz had a feeling he'd never forget this little demonstration.
The noise of her sucking became obscenely loud, wet and slurping. She glanced up and saw Kris gritting his teeth and flushing beet red in the face from the intensity of his pleasure. Her original plan had been to bring him off in her mouth, to do the thing Mona wouldn't do. The more she sucked his meat, however, the more excited she got. It wasn't enough any more just to give Daddy some fun. She wanted some fun for herself, too. She felt his long fat cock going stiff and hard in her mouth and throat, swelling to enormous thickness, and she could think of only one thing-how wonderful that monstrous hard prick would feel inside her long-starved cunt. She just knew it'd be the greatest fuck of her life. She wasn't sure just how Kris would react to the idea, but since he'd taught her never to hold back her feelings, she wasn't afraid to ask. Gasping and panting, Liz let his huge dick slip from her wet mouth. It snapped to attention, standing straight up from his belly, rosy and gleaming from her sucking. Liz eyed it hungrily.
"Daddy," she said, her voice husky with horniness, "I'll go ahead and blow you if you want. I'd dig it. But I was thinking-well, I'd dig it even more if you'd ball me. I really need it, Daddy."
Kris looked at her thoughtfully. He certainly wouldn't have minded making it with a girl as lovely and young as Liz. There was just one little catch, of course. She was his daughter. "Well, honey," he said, "you know what that amounts to. It's called incest. We ought to think before we take a step like that. We ought to decide how we really feel about it." Even as he spoke, he glanced down and saw the pussy juice streaming hotly from between Liz' legs. God, she'd be like a blast furnace, steamy and juicy and tight. He wanted her badly.
Liz licked her lips. Her dark eyes were feverish with lust. "Well, Daddy," she said, "in my opinion, it's nobody's business but ours. We wouldn't be hurting anybody else. So I don't see anything wrong with it, no matter what the rest of the world calls it."
Kris studied the beautiful, flushed girl, and he could well imagine what a hot little number she'd be in bed. He'd never denied himself any pleasure before, and he really didn't see why he should start now. "I agree, baby," he said hoarsely. "Let's do it."
"Oh, Daddy," said Liz.
She threw herself into his arms, and only then did Kris realize how badly he wanted her. They writhed and panted and moaned in their embrace as they struggled to couple, Kris stabbing blindly and fiercely with his big aroused dick, Liz trying frantically to bring the creaming mouth of her cunt into the right position for his cock.
"Oh, hurry, hurry," she said. "Get it in me. I can't wait."
As Liz writhed on top of him, Kris managed to seized her wriggling buttocks and hold her still for a second. He slammed his thick meat roughly into the steamy pulp between her legs, and to his relief, the stiff rod slid neatly into the dripping mouth of her vagina, popping deep into her. Liz wailed her delight, throwing her head back, and he saw the look on her face, the look of unashamed animal pleasure. He knew his face had the same expression. Quickly he completed his penetration, pushing his engorged meat all the way to the slick mouth of her quaking womb.
"How's that, baby?" he asked hoarsely. "Good for you?"
"Oh, my God," Liz whimpered, "beautiful. I love it. Fuck me now, Daddy. Really give it to me."
Kris tightened his grasp on her wriggling buttocks and began to fuck her in deep swift strokes. Her cunt was wonderfully tight and hot, and her strong young vaginal muscles gripped and tugged him deliciously. Liz whimpered and sobbed her pleasure, her big ripe tits quaking and bouncing against his chest. Her sweet little cunt was so hot ... He knew it wouldn't take him long to cum in that velvety slick sheath.
"OOOOO," wailed Liz, "AAHHH!" It was just as she'd expected, the greatest fuck of her life. Not only was her father's prick the biggest she'd ever had inside her, he also knew just how to use it. He'd guessed that she wanted it hard, deep, and rough, that in her state of need she wanted no gentleness. He was fucking her like a pile driver, and that was just the way she wanted it. Oh, God, if only he weren't her father, if only he belonged to her instead of Mona. She'd do anything to have a lover like Kris.
"Baby, baby," Kris said. "Jesus, it's good. I'm not gonna be able to hold out very long."
"Me, either," said Liz. "It's super, Daddy, just wonderful, but I'm going to cum. Oh, God, I'm cumming right now! AAAGGGHHH, OOOHHH!"
She wasn't kidding. Kris felt his probing cock gripped as if in a vise, her powerful cunt muscles holding him still while she slammed her climaxing pussy all around his thick impalement. Her juices gushed out in a steaming flood, overflowing her quaking little cunt, streaming over his balls. She screamed and screamed in her blinding pleasure. He felt his own climax coming on, and he gripped her hips tightly, holding her in place, as he shot load after load of steaming cum into her womb. At last he was finished, and Liz collapsed sweatily onto his chest, panting and sighing.
"Oh, thank you, Daddy," she said, kissing him. "That was a beautiful fuck."
A moment earlier, Curt had entered the house and crept softly up the stairs. After a long walk, he'd decided that the best thing was for him to run away. Nobody here really wanted him, nobody had any time for him. The adults were all caught up in their own activities, and he was nothing more than a hindrance to them, a drag. He decided that he could lie about his age, get a job somewhere, support himself. At least then he'd be standing on his own two feet, and eventually he might find friends who'd appreciate him for himself. It would be lonely, but it would better than staying here, where nobody, not even his mother, really wanted him.
Curt sneaked down the upstairs hall, intending to go to his room and pack a few things, then cut out without saying good-bye. Later he'd write them a letter, telling them his intentions, so they wouldn't think he'd been kidnapped. Right now he just didn't want to talk to anybody. They would try to stop him, for sure. They'd feed him that old shit about really caring for him-but he knew better. He didn't want to hear it. He'd had all the adult hypocrisy he could take.
As he crept past Liz' room, he heard the now familiar noises of lovemaking. Jesus, it seemed as if nobody did anything else in this house. He supposed Liz was frigging herself again. Another example of grown-up hypocrisy-Liz could have a lot more fun with a partner, namely Curt, but she pretended he was too young for sex. What a pile of crap that was. She'd sucked his cock, and she knew damned well he could get it up and use it. So why did she lie? Why did she pretend he was just a little kid?
He was almost past Liz' door when he heard the low rumbling of a male voice which somehow sounded familiar. Then he heard Liz' voice, breathless with pleasure, saying, "Oh, thank you, Daddy. That was a beautiful fuck."
Daddy?
Curt went back and looked through the keyhole. He didn't blush at what he saw-he turned pale with shock and anger. There was Liz, sitting on top of her father, his cock still in her. Liz, grinning and kissing him, while Kris played with her boobs. This was really too much. What kind of creepy perverts were they, anyhow? A girl isn't supposed to make it with her own father. Furthermore, Kris was being unfaithful to Mona. Curt felt pretty resentful towards his mother lately, but he still loved her, and he couldn't bear to see her hurt and deceived. He wasn't going to let them get away with this. He wondered if Mona knew already.
Quickly he crept to the master bedroom and peeked through the keyhole. His mother lay in bed, sleeping soundly. So she didn't know. Kris had snuck out while she was asleep, to commit adultery with his own daughter. That was pretty sick. Curt marched back to Liz' room, not bothering to be quiet now. He flung open the door in a rage. Liz and Kris were just as he'd left them, still coupled and kissing.
"Curt!" said Liz in surprise.
Kris twisted his head and stared at the boy.
"I saw what you did," Curt said furiously, "and believe me, you're not gonna get away with it. I'm going to tell my mother, and then she and I are getting out of this place. You're sick in the head, and I don't want my mother living in a place like this. I hope she divorces you, you bastard! I hope we never see either of you again!"
Liz and Kris glanced at each other. They knew each other so well, they didn't need to speak. Liz rolled off her father, and Kris sprang from the bed, reaching Curt in a few bounds. He got the indignant boy in a firm hold before Curt could react.
"Let go of me," Curt said. "Let go, you creep."
"Calm down, son," said Kris. "Calm down, and then we'll talk. There's better ways of settling this thing."
"Yes, Curt, darling," said Liz, coming over to stroke his face, "you don't quite understand what's happening. We need to have a little talk."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Curt fought with all his strength, but he was no match for his tall muscular stepfather. Almost without effort, Kris lifted the boy and carried him to the bed. He set Curt down on his back and kept him pinned that way, holding his arms while Liz held his legs. Curt was beet red with anger and frustration, practically spitting in their faces.
"I hate you," he said. "I hate you both. Jesus, you haven't even been married to my mother a week yet, and already you're unfaithful to her. With your own daughter. I think that's pretty crummy. I think it's sick."
"Go ahead, son," Kris said gently. "Get it all out. Tell us just how you feel. You're jealous of me, too, aren't you?"
"You bet I am," said Curt. "My mother never thinks of anybody but you any more. She doesn't have time even to say hello to me. She's crazy about you-and look how you're treating her. If I had a gun, I'd shoot you."
"Can't say I blame you," said Kris. "But you don't know the whole story. We'll get to that in a minute. First let's get all your feelings out in the open. You're mad at Liz, too, right?"
"Damned right," said Curt. "She made you cheat on my mother."
"But that's not the only reason, is it?" said Kris. "You're mad at Liz because of something else. Tell us about it."
Curt blushed but answered, "She wouldn't let me fuck her. She played with me, sucked me off, but she wouldn't go all the way. I think that's really phony. I think she's a hypocrite."
"We agree," said Kris. "We were just talking about that incident, and we agree that Liz was wrong. Since she came on to you, she shouldn't have held back. Isn't that right, Liz?"
"That's right," said Liz. "I apologize, Curt. I was wrong."
Curt gawked at her. Damnit, she looked sexy, with her glossy black hair all tousled and her big beautiful tits swaying gently. "You mean," he said, "you'd let me fuck you now?"
"Right," said Liz. "It's only fair. You see, Curt, we don't think of you as just a little kid who's in the way. We think of you as another human being who has the same rights as us."
Curt frowned. It all sounded too good to be true. "I don't trust you," he said. "I think you're just trying to make me feel good, so I won't tell my mother what I saw."
Kris sighed. "We understand that. We admit we've neglected you, and we can't blame you for not trusting us. I admit, too, that I don't want you to go running to Mona and upset her. I love her, Curt, no matter what you may think. I don't want her to leave me."
Curt sneered. "Oh, sure. You love her. You love her so much, you sneaked off the first chance you got and made it with somebody else. Well, you can't con me. I know what you want. You want all the women in this house for yourself. You want to have your cake and eat it, too."
"That's not quite true, Curt," said Kris. "Sure, I like the idea of fucking both Mona and Liz, but I'm not going to hog them. That's the whole point-Liz and I agree that nobody should be possessive or jealous. Everybody should be able to make love to everybody else. For instance, if you want to fuck Liz, that's okay with me."
"I don't believe you," said Curt.
"Then we'll prove it," said Liz.
She let go of Curt's legs and began to remove his jeans. Kris still held his arms, so he couldn't get away. As Liz unsnapped his jeans and unzipped his fly, Curt flushed red with embarrassment. Because of the way Mona had raised him, he had hang-ups about appearing naked before strangers. Worse than that, he didn't want his puny half-grown cock compared to Kris' giant tool. It would be just too humiliating.
"Aw, hey, don't," he said to Liz.
"You can't make love with your pants on," she said, grinning down at him.
Curt wished he could sink through the floor and disappear forever. He couldn't wriggle out of the hold Kris had on him, and he closed his eyes in shame as Liz tugged off his jeans. The she pulled off his shorts and he was naked, his immature cock exposed to their inspection. Oh, Jesus, surely they'd bust up laughing He'd never be able to live it down. He'd have to run away after this humiliation.
He didn't hear any laughter, however. Kris was breathing calmly and evenly behind him, and Liz said nothing. Curt kept his eyes closed, and presently he felt Liz' soft hand on his limp little penis. She laid the flaccid little rod in one warm palm, and with her other hand she started to stroke and pet it. It was very pleasant, and Curt began to relax a little. He just wished he and Liz were alone together, that Kris would go away. Alone with Liz, he might be able to preserve some dignity. With the older man watching, he felt like a dwarf, a stupid inept kid.
Liz began working back his pale wrinkled foreskin with gentle but insistent strokes of her expert fingers. Gradually she uncovered the pretty cherry-red glans at the tip of his cock. She licked her finger to make it slick, then began rubbing his sensitive glans with it, slowly circling the raw red flesh. It felt really great to Curt, and he helplessly sighed and began to move his hips gently in time to her strokes. Then he felt the soft tickle of her hair on his belly, and he knew she was bending lower over him. Her breath was hot and moist on his cock. He felt something rough and drippy on the limp shaft of his prick, then greedy slurping noises. Oh, man, she was starting to lick his peter now, and it really felt sensational. Her tongue darted up and down his sensitive meat, tickling the glans, digging into the dark little hole to get his juices, then trailing hotly and wetly down again till she reached his flaccid warm testicles. Shit, she was licking his balls like she was starved, and then she was sucking one limp little sac into her mouth. Sucking his balls-fantastic.
"UHHH!" He felt such sharp pleasure that he moaned aloud.
Liz rolled his flaccid little sac around on her hot tongue, bathing it deliciously with her saliva, sending violent jolts of pleasure through his loins. Man, oh, man, it felt great. He wished she'd never quit. He became less and less conscious of Kris' presence, even though the older man was still holding his arms. It was hard to think about Kris when Liz was doing all these wild things to him.
"Oh, jeez, YEAH," said Curt.
She'd somehow managed to get both balls in her mouth at once. She was sucking them like crazy, like she really dug the taste, and Curt just couldn't help himself-he went wild with pleasure. He whinnied like a colt, bucked his hips, squealed without inhibition. Liz' steamy spit, Liz' naughty tongue, Liz' expert sucking-it was all driving him right up the walls, making him wildly horny. He felt his testicles swelling up tight in her mouth, so tight they almost hurt. His small white cock sprang to life, twitching eagerly and then going rigid with engorgement, standing straight up from his belly. A little drop of white cream bubbled from the hole of his glans and trickled down the taut pale shaft of his young cock. He clenched his teeth tightly to keep from screaming his pleasure. All at once Liz spat out his swollen balls, laughing softly.
"Curt," she said. "Look at me."
Unwillingly he opened his eyes and looked at her. Her beautiful face was flushed and horny. She licked her lips and grinned at him. "Are you still mad at me, Curt?" she said.
He blushed hotly. "Naw, I guess not." Hell, how could he be angry after she'd sucked his balls and given him such wonderful sensations?
"Good," said Liz. "Daddy, I think you can let go of him now."
Kris let go of the boy's arms and moved back out of the way of the action. For a moment Curt thought of running. This was his chance to carry out his threat, to run to Mona and tell her everything. He really ought to do it. He ought to think of his mother. Yet he didn't move, couldn't move. He just lay there gawking at Liz' big swinging tits, wanting her, praying she'd go on with their delicious play.
He could talk to Mona later. It could wait. Right now he could think only of the urgent ache in his young balls, the need to get his rocks off. If only Liz would keep her promise, the promise to fuck him, to treat him like an adult. He glanced down at the dark fluff of her mons, and he saw that her pouting lips were open, revealing the erect fat red bud of her clit. He remembered how it had been, their one other time together-the way he'd aroused her by touching her there. Eagerly he reached out and put the tip of his finger on her swollen moist bud. It was very slick and hot. He began to rub her there, and Liz gasped with pleasure.
"Ummm," she said, "YES! That's lovely, Curt. Do it!"
Emboldened, Curt sat up, moving closer to her. Liz reached out and deftly pulled off his T-shirt, almost before he knew it had happened. He seized her stiff little clit between thumb and forefinger, kneading it gently and rhythmically, and Liz grinned and gurgled. With his other hand he played with her huge warm tits, squeezing and caressing them.
Liz grinned at the boy, not hiding her pleasure in his touch. God, she just couldn't seem to get enough today. She didn't think she'd ever been so horny in her whole life. She'd done it with the dog, she'd done it with her father, and still she wanted more. She wanted it very much with this handsome little kid. She looked down at his adorable little cock, poking up stiffly from his flat tan belly. The shaft was milky pale, the veins showing faintly, and the tip was bright red, moist, and smooth. It really would be a kick to have that stiff little poker inside her. She also looked forward very much to giving the kid his first fuck. She wondered how she could have been so silly before, denying it to him. Sex was the greatest pleasure in the world, and the sooner Curt was introduced to it, the better. He was a really horny little kid, and she knew he'd dig it.
She reached out and playfully tweaked the moist head of his cock. Curt grinned at her and mischievously stuck his finger up her cunt, poking around in her heat and wetness. She creamed violently, bathing his hand with her fragrant juices. Returning the favor, she slipped her hand under Curt's hot swollen little balls and gave them a gentle squeeze. She thought the kid would faint. His eyes rolled wildly, and a big drop of cream dribbled from the tip of his small rigid cock. Liz dipped her head quickly and lapped up the salty stuff. Curt sighed deeply.
She would have liked to prolong this delicious play, but the ache in her pussy was too insistent. She simply couldn't wait any longer. Leering at the boy, she said huskily, "Would you like to fuck me now, Curt? Like to put your cock in my cunt?"
"Oh, wow, yeah," said Curt deliriously.
Liz moved to the center of the bed and lay down on her back. She smiled at Curt and opened her legs very wide. Her slit was bright scarlet with arousal, glistening with her juices. Her vagina could be seen easily, a dark-slitted mouth that opened and closed of its own volition, dribbling creamy juices.
"Come on, Curt," she said softly. "Come and fuck me."
Dizzily Curt crawled over to her and got between her legs. He knew this much from spying on his mother and stepfather, but he wasn't quite sure where to go from here. He hoped Liz wouldn't laugh at him, that she would help him out. He looked up and saw Kris watching him with intense interest, and beside Kris was the dog, Speed, awake now and eagerly sniffing the air. Shit, it was like putting on a public performance. Curt didn't like it at all. Just once he wanted to do something which wasn't dominated by his stepfather's presence.
"Come on, Curt," said Liz. "Let's make it."
"Not in front of him," said Curt, glaring at Kris.
Kris laughed good-naturedly and got off the bed. "Okay," he said, "I'll see you two later. Come on, Speed. Come on, boy."
When Kris and the dog had left, Curt looked down at Liz, who lay eagerly beneath him, her legs spread wide in invitation. She was a beautiful mature woman, with great full tits and an adult pussy, and it just didn't seem possible that he was about to make love to her. Panic overcame him. What if he didn't do it right? What if she laughed at him? He knew how puny his cock was, even stiff, compared to that monstrous dick of Kris'. How could he possibly satisfy Liz?
She seemed to read his mind. "Don't be afraid, darling," she said gently. "I want you. It's going to be fun. Let's get it on."
Curt blushed miserably. "I don't really know how to do it," he said.
"Why, darling," said Liz, "it's simple. I'll show you. Don't worry about a thing."
Smiling, she reached down and seized Curt's pale, stiff little cock, gently inserting the cherry-red tip into the hot wet mouth of her cunt. Curt shivered with anticipation. Jesus, she felt hot there. "Now," said Liz, "all you have to do is push. Push in and out. It's as easy as that."
Curt doubted that anything grown-up could be easy, but he obeyed her instructions. A little nervously he poked his rigid little dick into the steamy tight tunnel of her vagina, going in as far as he could, till his swollen balls brushed against Liz' wet labia. He was in a girl at last, and it felt great.
"Ohhh, man," he said breathlessly.
Beneath him Liz trembled with impatience. She wanted that hard little poker to fly in and out of her, but since it was Curt's very first fuck, she didn't rush him or make demands on him. "That's right, darling," she said huskily. "You've got the idea now. It feels very good to me. Go ahead, Curt, fuck me."
Again Curt hesitated. He knew he was supposed to move his cock in and out of her steamy hole, but how fast? He suspected Liz was a very experienced woman, and he wanted to do it right, so she wouldn't laugh at him. "Liz," he said nervously, "I'm not sure just how fast I should do it-"
Liz smothered a noise of exasperation. "You do it just as fast, or as slow, as you want," she said. "Whatever feels best, Don't talk any more, Curt. Just enjoy yourself, okay?"
"Okay," he said doubtfully.
Surely there had to be more to it than that? It seemed much too simple. Nevertheless he did as Liz said. He shut up and got down to serious business. After a few tentative in-and-out strokes of his hard little peter, he discovered that he liked to do it fast, as fast and hard as he could. Liz' mature vagina, while deliciously warm and slick, was a little large for him, and he needed all the speed and friction he could produce. He began to bang her with enthusiasm, snorting and panting, his tight little testicles slapping noisily against her ass.
Liz squealed with pleasure. "Oooooo, YES," she said. "That's good, Curt, really good!"
Curt glanced proudly down at her. He knew she wasn't faking her praise. Her beautiful face was twisted in a lewd grimace of lust, and she was writhing happily around the small but hard impalement of his thrusting cock. Her juices boiled out to bathe him, making their fucking wet and noisy. Man, it was a great feeling, digging his cock in all that hot juicy pulp, making this sexy older woman squeal with joy. To hell with school, to hell with friends-from now on, all he wanted to do was fuck. There just wasn't any pleasure to beat it.
Indeed, Liz wasn't faking her excitement. The only problem was, she needed a cock about twice as big as Curt's. His stiff poking was driving her wild with horniness, getting her hotly excited, but she didn't see much chance of cumming, not unless his prick miraculously grew up. Damn it all. She wasn't going to tell Curt all this, of course. There was no point in humiliating the kid. He was obviously having a wonderful time. His freckled face was flushed with lust, and he was panting and moaning, ramming his stiff little dick into her as fast and hard as he could. Some day he was going to be really great in the sack, but he had a little growing to do first.
"Ummm," said Liz. "Really good, baby."
Curt grinned at her. He was quickly losing his inhibitions. He reached down and put his hands on her big wobbling tits, hanging on to them as he balled her. He got a kick out of feeling that plump wriggling flesh. He wished his former friends could see him now-they'd never believe it.
"Does it feel good, Curt?" said Liz.
"Oh, wow, yeah," said Curt. "Out of sight."
Kris found Mona still sound asleep. Watching her, he felt a little guilty about the things he'd said to Liz. It was true that Mona still had many inhibitions about sex, that she didn't yet come up to his standards, but at least she loved him and was trying her best to please him. He was a very lucky man to have Mona. In time she would learn everything he had to teach her.
Kris climbed back into bed with his sleeping wife. She had kicked off all the covers and lay there naked, her small firm white buttocks exposed to his admiring gaze. He reached out and caressed the smooth round globes of flesh, but Mona was sleeping so deeply that his touch didn't rouse her. She only murmured something and let her legs fall open a bit wider. Kris spied the small brownish mouth of her anus. God, he'd reall like to give it to her there. He knew she'd never taken it in the ass before, that she'd be virginally tight. He got horny just thinking about it.
The idea was out, of course. Mona still considered her anus off limits for sex, a "dirty" place. She didn't even want Kris to touch her there, let alone fuck her. It would take a long time for him to overcome that prejudice of hers. Or would it? What if he started doing it to her now, while she was still asleep, and got her really hot for it? He might be able to save a lot of time and argument that way. Of course he was risking an emotional scene, if she didn't like it.
Kris debated. He knew that in principle Mona agreed with him-if something was fun for both of them, then they ought to do it. She'd done awfully well today at sucking his cock, her very first blow job. Mona was a fast and willing pupil. Why not give it a try? He opened the drawer of the bedside table and took out a tube of K-Y jelly. He was so excited about the prospect of fucking his wife in the ass that as he began smearing the jelly on his cock, he got an immediate erection. Christ, what a day it had been. He'd balled Mona that morning before they left for home, then again when they arrived, and after that he'd fucked Liz-and still he was eager for more. Not bad for an old man. Of , course Kris knew that you're only as old as you feel-and today he felt about fourteen. With two gorgeous young women at his disposal, it was hard to feel otherwise.
When his big cock was lubricated and stiff, he put a glob of jelly on the tip of his finger and began to smear it gently over the bumpy surface of Mona's anus. Still she didn't wake up. Her face was turned towards him, and he saw her smile in her sleep. He had to grin at that. Conscious, she had all kinds of absurd repressions, but asleep she let her real feelings show, the feelings of her body. She enjoyed having him rim and rub her little anal mouth. Her smile got broader, and she let her legs open wider. She relaxed the sphincter muscles which had held her anus tightly clenched, arid Kris was able to ease the lubricated tip of his finger into her tight little bumhole. He poked gently inside, smearing the jelly around, sticking his finger inside her a good inch.
Mona made a gurgling noise of pleasure. Her legs were open very wide now, and he could see her little vaginal slit, moist and shadowed. As he worked his finger gently in her asshole, a little trickle of hot fluid came from her cunt. There could be no doubt now that she enjoyed being reamed by his finger. Kris grinned and applied more jelly. He began moving his stiff finger in and out of her rectum like a miniature cock, and Mona gurgled louder.
"Fuck," she said distinctly in her sleep. "Fuck me ... yes."
"Bugger," Kris said softly. "That's the right word, baby."
Mona was hugging the pillow, as if it were Kris, murmuring and beginning to undulate her hips in the motions of fucking. Her small cunt was leaking plenty of horny juice. She'd never be more ready than she was now. Kris prayed she wouldn't wake up in a panic. Quietly he knelt between her outstretched legs and fitted the bloated purple head of his cock to the tiny tight mouth of her anus. His big prick creamed suddenly in anticipation, the droplet oozing into Mona's grasping bumhole. She wriggled in her sleep and muttered again, "Fuck ... fuck me, darling."
Kris rubbed the giant hard head of his prick against her little brown bumpy anus. Mona grinned in her sleep and raised her ass a little giving him an easier angle of attack. In her sleep she had no objections to being ass-fucked, obviously. Kris wanted to shove deep into her, all at once, but he held himself back. She was going to be tight, damned tight, and if he wasn't very careful, he could hurt her. He pushed gently, getting the monstrously thick head of his prick perhaps half an inch into her asshole. So far, so good. She didn't flinch or wake up. His big pale cock gleamed brightly with lubricating jelly. He hoped it would be slick enough to do the job.
Mona wriggled her butt impatiently. Kris licked his lips, trying to conceal his excitement. He pushed again, getting his giant prick into her another inch. She was wonderfully tight and hot. If it hadn't been for the jelly, he could never had penetrated her at all. He suppressed a loud moan of pleasure. There had never been a cunt as tight as Mona's sweet little bumhole. He was really going to enjoy reaming her-if she only stayed asleep and cooperative long enough for him to get all the way in. Gently he pushed again, and now his long thick penis was halfway up her ass. She was deliciously snug and warm.
"Ummm," she said in her sleep. She was grinning widely now. She raised her butt a little higher, offering herself to him. She hugged the pillow tighter. "Good," she sighed. "So good."
Kris breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't hurting ' her, and that was all he cared about. Slowly he inched his long thick cock up her burning tight rectum, trembling with pleasure as he felt all his length gripped and warmed by her wonderfully tight nether passage. At last his bristly balls came to rest against her ass, and he was all the way in. Gently he let himself down on Mona's smooth bare back, slipping his hands underneath her to cup her big soft jugs. The nipples instantly went rigid in his palms, testifying to her arousal. He sighed and began to work his dick in her rectum, slow and deep strokes that thoroughly reamed her.
At that moment Mona woke up.
In her sleep she'd been vaguely aware that Kris was starting to make love to her again, but it had taken her a long time to wake. She was in no hurry. Whatever he was doing, it felt marvelous, and she was content to drift slowly back to consciousness in a wave of sensual pleasure. He was stimulating her in some new way, she wasn't quite sure how, but it felt great. Then he was slowly penetrating her, somehow achieving much more friction than usual, and she was grateful for his skill. She loved the giant size of his cock, his ability to stuff her completely. She wondered how he was managing to achieve such a tight fit. As he went into her she creamed violently, loving it. It was going to be a delicious, tight fuck, she could tell that already. She felt his big hard hands slipping under her warm tits, felt her nipples go stiff in response to his touch. She was completely ready for him the instant she woke. She whimpered her joy as she felt his great hard cock moving slowly, deeply in her belly. , "Oh, darling," she murmured.
"Feel good?" Kris said huskily.
"Beautiful," said Mona. "It's so tight."
Kris almost chuckled aloud. Things were going far better than he'd expected. She was so groggy with sleep, she didn't even realize yet that he was balling her ass, not her cunt. She'd never be able to deny, later, that she hadn't enjoyed it. He began to stroke and saw a little faster, a little harder, in her wonderfully tight hot rectum. Mona gasped and clawed the sheets.
"Oh, KRIS," she said. "It's so good, so good...."
"Glad you like it," said Kris.
Suddenly Mona gasped and stiffened beneath him. She'd known there was something different about his lovemaking this time, but she hadn't pinpointed it till this moment. She felt her cunt . creaming heavily, but there was nothing in her cunt-no squirming, probing presence. Oh, my God, he had the wrong hole....
"Kris," she said in alarm.
"Yeah, baby?" His voice was hoarse with pleasure.
"Kris, you're not in my vagina," said Mona. " You're-you're-"
"Uh-huh," said Kris. "I'm doing it to you in the ass. Feels great, doesn't it?"
"KRIS." Mona was horrified. "Get off me at once. This is wrong."
"Wrong?" he said. "Why? You dig it, I dig it. How can it be wrong?"
"But, Kris-" she said, then stopped. She knew what she would say, that the act was "unnatural", "perverse", and "dirty". She knew what he'd reply, too-that she was only repeating the outdated opinions of her parents, that she should just relax and judge for herself. What was more important, her parents' opinions or Kris' feelings? Mona wanted desperately to please him, to be the kind of bed partner he dreamed of. She knew she hadn't been doing very well so far, that Kris was close to exasperation over her hang-ups. Very well, she'd try to do it his way. She forced herself to still the harping voice of her conscience, to relax, to judge impartially whether she liked this thing or not. After just a few moments she knew the answer. It felt good, really good. Her asshole was just as sensitive, just as responsive, as her cunt, and when Kris did it to her this way, there was even more delicious friction from his wonderfully big penis. If she was honest, she just couldn't deny that she loved it.
"Baby?" he said. "You okay? I mean, if you really don't go for it, I'll stop."
This was her chance to chicken out, but Mona decided against it. He wanted it badly, she was enjoying it, so why deny him his fun? "No, darling," she said huskily, "it's all right. I like it, Kris. I like it very much."
Kris sighed deeply and kissed her cheek. "You're one helluva woman, you know that?" he said appreciatively.
Mona purred with satisfaction. She was overjoyed to have pleased him and to have earned his praise. Also, the stiff reaming of her rectum was driving her wild with pleasure. "No more talk," she managed to say. "Do it to me, Kris. Fuck my ass. I love it."
Her wanton words inflamed him. He didn't hold back any longer. He began to fuck Mona's tight, hot little asshole for all he was worth. She responded with squeals of delight. His coarse-haired balls slapped loudly against her ass as he gave it to her, and he began to pant and sweat. Even in his excitement, he was able to think how far Mona had come in just a week. Her sexual training wasn't going to take nearly as long as he'd feared. Really, there was only one step left. Mona must come to accept the fact he wanted to fuck Liz, too.
Lying in the carpeted hallway, the big dog Speed whined mournfully. He'd willingly gone with his master when Kris left Liz' room, thinking that now Kris would permit him in the master bedroom again and let him in on all the mysterious fun. He was wrong. Kris let him go as far as the door, then shut him out. Speed could hear the exciting noises coming from the room, smell the enticing odors of sex. He wanted very badly to join his master and the new woman. At last he rose and clawed at the door, whining insistently.
"Goddamn dog," came Kris' voice. "No, Speed. Bad. Go away."
Speed whimpered as he obeyed. Why was his master being so cruel to him? Always Kris had taken the dog with him wherever he want, wanting the Dalmatian as his constant companion. Since the arrival of the new woman in the house, those days were over. Speed couldn't understand it.
However, even if the master wouldn't let him in, he knew Liz would. He trotted down the hall to her room. More exciting noises and smells came from behind the door. Speed wagged his tail eagerly. This time he wouldn't be left out of the fun. He began to claw the door and to whine for admission.
"Oh, Jesus," said Liz. "Speed, NO! Go away."
It was too much for Speed. He lost control completely and began to bark and howl, throwing himself heavily against the door. Liz had never rejected him before, and it was more than the dog could stand.
In the master bedroom Kris was groaning and shooting load after load of sizzling cum into Mona's bowels, while she shrieked and writhed in her climax. They were making so much noise that at first they didn't hear the dog's frantic outburst. At last, as they fought for breath, the noises came to them-furious barking and howling, the thud of Speed's body against Liz' door.
"Kris, what in the world?" said Mona. "It sounds like trouble. Maybe we'd better go have a look."
"Right," said Kris. "I don't like the sound of it."
Meanwhile, the sounds of the dog's outburst were very clear in Liz' room, but Liz and Curt were trying to ignore them. "Don't pay any attention, darling," Liz said frantically. "Just keep fucking me. Don't stop, Curt. It's really feeling good now."
That was true. In spite of the small size of Curt's cock, he was very stiff and hard, and he was balling her so fast that he made up for his lack of thickness. Liz was delirious with pleasure, very close to orgasm. Curt's sweaty freckled face reflected his pleasure, too. He was grinning like mad, his eyes feverish with the joy of fucking. Liz' cunt was like a furnace, getting juicier and more snug by the second. He felt a tingling in his young balls, a twitching in his eager little cock, which told him that he couldn't hold out much longer. Too bad-he'd have liked to screw all day.
"Oh, jeez," he said, "I'm gonna cum!"
"Good," said Liz, "me, too. Yes, right now. Oh, God, Curt, right now! Aaahhh, AAAHHH!"
Liz flung her long lovely legs high in the air as she came. Proudly Curt began shooting his virginal cum into her, jet after delicious jet of the stuff. It felt so good, he couldn't even see what was going on around him, didn't even care.
"Oh, my God," said Mona. "My little boy! My baby!"
She and Kris had stepped into Liz' room, and Mona stood there horrified as she watched her young son humping his stepsister for all he was worth.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Oh, my God, Liz, how could you? He's only a child," said Mona, bursting into tears. She began to weep hysterically.
Curt, Kris, and Liz exchanged frantic glances. They didn't want Mona to ruin all the fun. Curt climbed off Liz, his limp little cock dripping with cum, and hurried across the room to put his arms around his mother.
"Hey, Mom," he said soothingly, "don't cry. There's no harm done. I mean, it had to happen sometime, right?"
"But you're only thirteen," said Mona, sobbing. "You're just a little boy. Thirteen is too young for sex. Especially with a grown woman." She glared at Liz.
"Mona, please," said Liz. "I know what you're thinking, but believe me, I didn't seduce him. He wanted it as much as I did. Like Curt said, no harm done. We were just having a little fun. It's nothing to be upset about."
"'Fun'? " Mona said indignantly. "Do you call it 'fun' for a grown woman to seduce a little boy, to take away his innocence? I think that's pretty sick."
"Now, Mona," said Kris, "all these tears and accusations aren't doing any good. Calm down."
"Don't tell me to calm down," Mona said angrily. "This is all your fault. You and your liberal attitudes-look at the kind of daughter you raised. Neither you nor Liz have any morality at all. I won't let Curt be raised in an atmosphere like this. He and I are leaving."
Kris and Curt looked at each other. For the first time since they met, they agreed about something, and they didn't even have to put it into words. Kris grabbed Mona under the arms, and Curt took her feet. They carried her to the bed and held her there.
"What do you think you're doing?" said Mona. "Let me go. Curt, they aren't our kind of people-why are you cooperating with them?"
"Mom, please calm down," said Curt. "Nothing's as terrible as you think. I like it here with Kris and Liz, and I want to stay. I think you want to stay, too, only you won't admit it. We're just holding you till you come around to our way of thinking."
"I'll never do that," said Mona, weeping helplessly. "I don't think any of you have the slightest notion of morality."
"Oh, yes, we do," said Liz. "It's just a different kind of morality from yours, Mona. We believe that everybody should be free to enjoy himself, as long as he's not hurting anyone else. What's wrong with that?"
"And you don't think you were hurting Curt?" said Mona angrily.
Curt laughed. "I sure wouldn't call it 'hurting,' Mom. It was fun. What's wrong with having fun?"
"But you're too young," said Mona.
"We're going around in circles," said Kris. "I don't think this argument is getting us anywhere. Let's try a demonstration instead. Liz, you and Curt hold her shoulders. Keep her pinned down."
Liz and Curt took their place behind Mona, holding her down on her back, while Kris seized her legs, opened them wide, and stepped between them. Mona turned pale. "What-what are you going to do?" she asked Kris nervously.
"Make you eat your words," said Kris, "by eating your pussy."
".KRIS!" Mona was horrified. "Not in front of the children."
Liz laughed. "I'm hardly a child, Mona. I don't really think you can call Curt a child, either. After all, he can get a cockstand now, and he can use it. That seems pretty grown-up to me."
Mona sputtered in shock and outrage. Keeping a good hold on her legs Kris pulled them well apart and then knelt between them. While Liz and Curt watched with interest, his silver head dipped down into Mona's crotch and began to bob up and down. There were loud slurping and sucking sounds and Mona turned beet red. She closed her eyes, seeking vainly to hide her shame. "Oh, Kris, no," she said. "This is indecent."
"Looks pretty decent to me," said Liz with a chuckle. "I wouldn't mind trading places with you, Mona."
"Don't worry, Liz," Curt said earnestly. "I'll watch him and learn to do it, and then I can do it for you."
"You're a sweetheart," Liz said fondly. "And a quick learner, I hope."
"Oh, my God," said Mona. She just couldn't believe what was happening-the lewd conversation between her son and Liz, plus the fact that Kris was going down on her before an audience. Even that damned dog was watching. She could hear him panting nearby. He must have slipped into the room when she and Kris entered. Hell, why not call in the whole neighborhood? She couldn't be more ashamed and humiliated than she already was. Kris' noisy wet tongue was snaking all over the sensitive parts between her legs, tickling and sucking her clit, caressing and licking her labia, sneaking in and out of her cunt.
Under any other circumstances she would have loved it, but right now she was determined to keep her dignity, vowing not to descend to a level of animal passion like the others. Someone in this house had to set an example of decency. It was difficult, though. What Kris was doing to her felt good, so good....
Liz licked her lips and watched as her father noisily ate Mona's pussy. God, how she wished he was doing that to her. There was nothing she liked better than oral sex, having a man go down on her, sucking a man's cock. She felt her own pussy grow hot and wet with excitement. She hoped Curt was telling the truth, that he wanted to learn to do it so he could please Liz. That would be marvelous. She sneaked a quick glance at Curt and found that the boy was studying the scene in utter fascination. Good, she hoped he learned something.
Curt had tried to keep his promise to Liz. He watched Kris carefully for awhile, trying to see where the older man put his tongue and what he did with it. Curt was distracted, however, by being so close to his beautiful mother when she was naked. True, he'd seen her through the keyhole before, but it was nothing like this, not like actually holding her and touching her. Mona's skin was so silky and soft, she smelled so nice, and Jesus, she was lovely. Her fluffy little snatch was golden, the same color as her hair. She had really big knockers, too, just as big as Liz', except that her nipples were a pretty strawberry pink, while Liz' were the color of coffee and cream. He liked them both. Right now, however, all his attention was on Mona, especially the way her big jugs quivered and bounced while Kris sucked her pussy. It made Curt very excited. He wondered if maybe Kris would let him take over pretty soon. He'd love to do that for Mona.
Kris licked industriously all through Mona's fragrant wet parts, hoping to arouse her. She had to be taught a lesson. Today's bitter scene must never be repeated. If she was going to be his wife and live in his house, she was going to have to shape up fast and get rid of her stupid Victorian attitudes about sex. He wasn't going to be slow and patient with her any longer, not after the terrible things she'd said to Curt and Liz. She must shape up or ship out right away. Because he loved her, he prayed that she could make the adjustment to a new and better morality, but if she didn't he'd just have to let her go.
If Mona had known what Kris was thinking, she would have panicked. It would kill her to lose him, even though right now she was angry with him and shocked at his behavior. She was getting more and more turned on by his expert tonguing of her pussy, but she didn't want to show her passion in front of Liz and Curt. She felt Kris' tongue rimming and teasing her sensitive little clit, and she had to clench her teeth to keep from moaning her pleasure. Then his tongue was snaking stiffly into her vagina, and she helplessly moved her hips in time to his strokes, loving it. Still she managed not to make a sound.
"Come on, Mona," Liz urged, "let it all out. You don't have to be shy around us. Nobody will put you down for it. Show us your real feelings. If you dig what Daddy's doing, show it."
Curt agreed one hundred percent with Liz' advice. He couldn't understand why his mother had all these ridiculous hang-ups about sex. Why couldn't she just relax and enjoy herself? Why did she have to make such a big deal of it? He could see right now, from the way her body was flushed and quivering, from the way she struggled not to make a sound, that she was fighting her own instincts. It was ridiculous. He decided to help Kris out. "Liz," he said, "do you think you can hold her alone? There's something I want to do."
"Sure," said Liz, "go ahead."
Curt let go of Mona's shoulder and scrambled down beside her, planting his mouth on one of her huge white wobbling tits. With only a little fumbling, he managed to get one of the pretty bright pink nipples between his lips. He tickled it with his tongue, then sucked the sweet-tasting bumpy flesh into his mouth and began to suck it like a hungry puppy. It was fun. As he sucked swiftly and noisily on her nipple, he played with her great ripe jugs, molding and cupping them in his small hands.
Mona gasped at the sudden pleasure of having her nipples sucked, but almost immediately she realized that Kris couldn't be doing it, because Kris still had his tongue deep in her aroused cunt. Her eyes fluttered open, and she gasped in horror.
"Curt, NO! It isn't right! Stop that at once," she said, horrified.
Her own son, her only child, was kneeling naked beside her, sucking her nipple with apparent glee. It was just too awful. He paid not a bit of attention to her protests. God, they had already corrupted him-Kris and his slut of a daughter. "Oh, please, Liz," she moaned desperately, "make him stop. Tell him how wrong it is."
"Sorry, dear," said Liz, "but I can't do that. I don't see anything wrong with it. In fact I think you're out of your mind not to relax and enjoy what they're doing to you. It's sure making me horny."
Mona would never have admitted it, but it was making her very horny, too. Curt's hot wet little mouth felt delicious on her tender nipple, and now Kris was mischievously licking and rimming her anus, arousing her unbearably. My God, she thought, what am I going to do? Her pussy was red hot and creaming heavily, surely Kris would notice in a moment. He'd see that all this wicked play had aroused her, and he'd tell the others. It was just too awful.
Curt popped his mouth off her wet nipple and said eagerly, "Kris, could we change places? I'd like to try what you're doing."
Kris reached up to rumple the boy's hair, grinning at him. "Sure, kid," he said. "Just remember to keep your tongue stiff and keep it moving. That's about all there is to eating pussy."
"Oh, no, no," said Mona, beginning to weep again.
It had to be a nightmare, her new husband teaching her son to give head-on his own mother, of all things. Mona waited in horror while man and boy exchanged places beside her helplessly pinned body. Then she felt her son's hot moist breath on the tender tissues of her labia. Oh, God, it just couldn't be happening-but it was! Curt's small tongue darted out and began to lick and tickle between her legs, running swiftly from clit to anus.
"That's the way," Kris said approvingly. "You've got the idea now, Curt."
Kris flashed Mona a grin. She might have found it sexy under any other circumstances. As it was, she glared tearfully at him, wanting him to know how deeply she disapproved of his behavior. He laughed and gave her the finger. Then he bent over her big ripe breasts and began to mold them expertly in his large hands, his tongue flashing out wetly to lap her sensitive red nipples. Mona closed her eyes again, trying to blot out every pleasurable sensation.
It was impossible. Kris' expert sucking was, making her tits swell up almost painfully with arousal. Curt's busy little tongue was making her pussy cream violently. It was all she could do to keep from wailing her pleasure. She clenched her teeth to stifle the sounds of her passion. She'd never be able to face any of them again if she revealed how much she was enjoying this lewd and wicked play with her body.
Curt was enthralled with his close examination of all the parts his mother had previously hidden from him. For thirteen years she'd been so careful not to let him see her body. Often he tried to glimpse her by peeking through the keyhole in the bathroom, but she'd always remember to stuff something in the keyhole. It was the same way with her bedroom door. Curt had been thirsting for this moment. He was surprised to discover how really beautiful she was down there. All her tissues were a pretty pink color, except for her small slit which was bright red. She tasted nice, too.
Under his busily lapping tongue, her labia and clit swelled up tight and hot. He found the small slitted mouth of her cunt and poked his tongue in there. It was very hot and wet, and it was a tighter fit than Liz' more experienced vagina. Curt longed to put his peter in there. Maybe Kris would let him do that later. If so, he'd never be jealous of Kris again. There'd be no reason for jealousy, if Kris shared Mona the way he shared Liz.
Curt moved his tongue stiffly down through Mona's swollen labial folds, through her sticky fragrant cream, till he reached the small tight mouth of her anus. Curiosity overcame him, and he started trying to stuff his tongue in there, too. Mona gasped in horror and tightened her anal mouth, trying to keep him out. This only whetted the boy's determination, and he made his tongue tip as stiff as he could, jabbing it insistently against the bumpy little hole. Then Mona sighed and relaxed, rather to his wonder. He didn't wait to puzzle out her reaction, though. Quickly he slid his tongue into her pungent anus, pushing it in as far as he could, right to the root. The taste was different from her cunt, but just as exciting. He began to ream her eagerly with his stiff little tongue, making a loud slurping noise. Mona gave a hoarse groan, and suddenly hot cream spat out of her cunt to wet his nose. From his experience with Liz, he knew this meant he was getting her excited. He felt proud.
Mona blushed horribly, thoroughly ashamed of herself. Her little boy had his tongue in her asshole, a terrible thing, and she was going wild with pleasure. She'd given herself away by moaning. Why was she being so shameless? Why couldn't she control herself? Was she just as wicked and immoral as the others, in spite of her words?
Kris raised his face from her quivering pale boobs and studied her. He grinned. He knew all the signs of her arousal now, the flushed face, the bared teeth, the rolling eyes, and the helpless noises of passion. No doubt about it, she was horny as hell. This was his chance to teach her a lesson. The whole scene had gotten him hotly turned on, too, and his big cock was stiff and ready for the job.
"Okay, Curt," he said, "that'll do. Time for something else."
Curt scrambled out from between his mother's legs, eager to see what the older, more experienced man had in mind. Kris confidently took Curt's place, kneeling between Mona's thighs. Everyone noticed now that his giant cock was hard and swollen, grossly erect. His great silver-haired balls were puffed up with ready cum, and the purplish head of his big prick was oozing thick cream.
Liz licked her lips hungrily and stared longingly at her father's magnificent erection. Curt gazed at it, too, with envy, wishing his half-grown cock would hurry up and complete its development so he could have a tool like that. Mona gawked at Kris' huge stiff prick also, but with horror.
'Oh, no, Kris," she said, "not in front of other people. Please, not that."
"Why not?" said Kris, grinning and wedging the thick creaming head of his cock into her dripping little vaginal hole. "Are you ashamed of your own feelings, Mona? Are you ashamed of the fact that you like to fuck? There's no reason why you should be. It's a perfectly normal bodily function, just like eating and sleeping. Nothing to be ashamed of, no reason to hide it."
He pushed roughly into her, slamming his great thick cock all the way to her womb. "AAAHHH," wailed Mona. She couldn't help that outburst-it felt so damned good, she wanted it so much. Then she blushed and pressed her lips tightly together, seeking to stifle any other noises of pleasure.
Kris laughed. "Oh, come off it, baby. No more crap, okay? We're not fooled. We know you dig it. Come on, Mona, let's show the rest of the family how you love to ball."
He began to fuck her in quick hard strokes, just the way she liked it best. For a moment Mona was still able to control herself. She saw Liz and Curt watching with intense interest, watching Kris' big pale cock going in and out of her cunt, and this inhibited her. Then she made the mistake of closing her eyes. All she could feel, all she was aware of, was the marvelous feeling of being stuffed and probed by Kris' wonderfully long thick penis. It felt so great, she just couldn't hold herself back any longer.
"Welcome to the club," said Kris. "You hear that, everybody? Mona loves to fuck."
CHAPTER NINE
Mona knew she'd be ashamed of herself later, but there was nothing she could do about it. Kris was giving her the greatest fuck of her life, and there was no way she could refrain from shrieking her enjoyment, no way she could inhibit the eager movement of her pelvis in time to his delicious deep strokes. Everyone knew her secret now, her deeply sensual nature-even her own teenage son.
Liz and Curt watched in fascination as Kris' hugely thick pale cock flashed in and out of Mona's wet little hole, steaming and glistening with her abundant juices. Liz was writhing with envy of Mona, and Curt was almost miserable with jealousy of Kris. It was a super fuck, and they were being left out of it.
Liz accidentally rubbed against Curt, and suddenly she grinned. She had forgotten all about the boy, in the excitement of subduing Mona. She didn't lack for a partner after all. "Daddy," she said, "can we let go of her now?"
Kris flashed her a sweaty grin. "Sure, honey. I don't think she's going to run away."
Liz and Curt released their hold on Mona and, sure enough, she didn't try to escape. She just lay there gurgling happily while Kris fucked her. Liz and Curt exchanged grins. Now that they had Mona where they wanted her, they could begin to enjoy themselves. Liz made a grab for Curt, knocking him onto his back, and quickly scrambled between his slim legs.
"Hey," said Curt, "what the hell?"
"How'd you like your cock sucked, sonny?" Liz said mischievously.
"Wow, yeah," said Curt, "I could really go for that."
Liz' glossy black hair bounced as she dipped her head into the boy's crotch. Curt let out a yelp of delight as he felt her hot wet mouth taking in his floppy pale little cock. Liz began to suck him noisily and hungrily, and Curt closed his eyes in utter bliss. The fun didn't last long, however. Suddenly, there was his mother's voice, angry and shrieking.
"Liz, what in God's name are you doing? Kris, this is outrageous. Make them stop."
There was silence in the room for a moment as everyone glared at Mona. Kris, his long prick still buried in her belly, seemed angrier than anyone else. "Man, oh man," he said at last, "you really take the prize, baby. I mean, it really upsets you to see anybody else having fun, doesn't it? It's okay for you to do it, but everybody else is some kind of pervert, right? Well, as far as I'm concerned, baby, you can go fuck yourself. I've had it."
Mona stared at him in horror. She'd done it, she'd blown her chances with Kris. "Oh, please," she said, bursting into tears.
"Go to hell," said Kris. "I'm sick of your phoniness."
"Daddy, wait," said Liz. "I think I have an idea." She put her hand on her father's shoulder, soothing him. She knew how much he and Mona loved each other in spite of their differences, and she didn't want to see the marriage broken up. Desperately she tried to think of a plan. "Just stay where you are, Daddy," she said at last. "Keep fucking Mona. While you're doing it, I want to show her something."
Kris shrugged, but he did as Liz asked, working his thick meat slowly in and out of Mona's cunt. In spite of herself, Mona whimpered and moved with him. She just couldn't get enough of his big cock, no matter in what circumstances. She wondered what Liz had in mind.
"Come over here, near your mother," Liz said to Curt.
The boy looked puzzled, but he obeyed, coming to lie close to Mona. They blushed at the sight of each other. Mona was ashamed to be fucking in front of her son, and Curt had the feeling he was going to catch hell later for siding with Kris and Liz. "Now, Mona," said Liz, "just take a look at your son. Watch what happens."
Neither Curt nor Mona had any idea what Liz was up to. She had a mysterious grin on her face. Lying on the other side of Curt, so that he was sandwiched in between the two women, she reached out and picked up his small pale limp cock, waving it tauntingly in Mona's direction.
"Look at that, Mona," she said. "Does this belong to a mere child?"
Mona blushed scarlet. She hadn't been able to refrain from gawking at Curt's half-grown prick when Liz picked it up, and it was true, Curt's cock and balls had grown since the years when she gave him his bath and helped him dress. "Please, Liz," she said weakly, "I don't think this is right."
Liz paid no attention to her protests. "Now watch," she said. "He's even bigger when he's hard."
She curled her fingers around Curt's small soft prick and began to pump it. Curt gave a stifled gasp of pleasure, and Mona couldn't help looking to see what was happening. Liz bent down and began to tongue his immature dick, her pink tongue flashing wetly up and down the flaccid shaft, over his limp rosy balls, and up his prick again all the way to the wrinkled, pointed tip. Curt sighed and closed his eyes, his freckled face wreathed in a blissful smile. This, more than anything else, alerted Mona to the truth of what Liz was saying. Curt wasn't a little boy any longer, not if he could enjoy Liz' sex play so keenly. In her heart Mona knew Liz was right, that the boy was sexually mature and shouldn't be cheated of the pleasure his body demanded. Mona knew only too well how frustrating it could be. As Kris continued to work his wonderfully thick cock in her seething, steaming cunt, she knew she should be ashamed for having denied her son the same pleasure.
"Now watch," said Liz. She dipped her head again, and Curt's cute little pale dick disappeared, suddenly slurped into her greedy mouth. She began to suck him noisily, juicily. The boy squealed his delight and began to pump his slim hips, feeding her his eager meat. His handsome face twisted in a grimace of horny pleasure. Mona watched in helpless fascination. Meanwhile Kris was forgetting his anger in the pleasure of screwing her. His breath came faster and harsher, and he stumbled forward and hard to steady himself by seizing her hips. His long thick cock worked ever faster inside her, arousing Mona to almost insane heights of joy.
"Oh, darling," she said, "so good. Aaahhh!"
Kris grinned down at her. "You're a pain in the ass sometimes, baby, but I love you," he said.
Mona's eyes misted over. Again she felt how lucky she was to have this remarkable man. She held out her arms, and Kris sank down on her, flattening her wobbling tits under his chest. Mona whimpered happily and wrapped her long legs around his waist, urging him to dig deeper into her already stuffed and reamed vagina. Meanwhile Liz continued her expert blow-job, sucking Curt's small cock with obscene loudness. Curt bared his teeth in a smile of bliss and clawed the bed.
Liz wanted very much to continue her tasty sucking until the kid shot his delicious load into her mouth, but it wasn't part of her plan. She knew some sacrifice was necessary in order to bring Mona around to their way of thinking. Once and for all Mona had to forget her silly outmoded ideas about sex being evil and nasty. Liz worked diligently, and in a few minutes she had achieved the result she wanted. Curt's boyish prick went hard as steel in her mouth, nudging almost painfully against her palate, and she felt his young balls swelling up tight and hot to rub her chin. Her work was done. She let his slippery little dick pop from her mouth, and it stood straight up from his belly, stiff and fat, the bright red head oozing creamy droplets.
"Take a look at that, Mona," she said. "You still think he's just a little kid?"
Mona gawked at her son's rigid half-grown cock. There was no denying the fact that he had an erection, that he was no longer a child. Somehow she couldn't take her eyes off that sweet hard little penis. It looked so pure and delicate to her, so pale and handsome. She saw that Curt had no pubic hair, just a golden down on his lower belly, and yet his prick was halfway to maturity already. His rosy balls, round and swollen, looked as inviting as his small stiff cock. She turned her head for a better look. She couldn't understand her own reaction, yet saliva was pooling in her mouth and she was aching to get closer to her son's adorable little dick.
"Move closer," Liz whispered to Curt. "Give her a taste."
Curt knew he'd catch hell later for cooperating in Liz' wicked plan, but what the hell? He was in trouble already. He slid closer to his mother and saw that her eyes were wide with longing as she gawked at his small stiff cock. She licked her lips hungrily as it approached her face. Curt poked his rigid prick within an inch of her lips, and she made a low moaning sound.
In spite of his sweaty passion, Kris was beginning to get interested in Liz' scheme, too. He glanced at Liz and winked, to show that he understood what she was up to. He watched Mona and saw the hungry, almost feverish look in her wide blue eyes. She licked her lips as she studied the pretty, pale little cock. Just then a pearly droplet of cream bubbled from the tip of Curt's fattened little dick. Mona made a hoarse sound of longing, and suddenly her tongue shot out. She licked up the little white droplet of juice from the head of her son's cock, rolled it around on her tongue, and swallowed it.
She didn't know what possessed her to do that. She felt deeply ashamed of herself, yet she couldn't resist. His boyish juice tasted delicious to her. She looked up and saw the ecstasy on Curt's freckled face. Oh, God, this was all wrong. She shouldn't be doing such things to her own son.
"Go on, Mona," said Liz. "Suck him off. No harm in it."
It was very, very tempting. Mona wanted more than anything in the world to take that adorable stiff white cock in her mouth, to taste it and suck it. One last vestige of modesty held her back, however. Really, it would be going too far. "Oh, no," she said miserably, "I couldn't do that. You do it, Liz."
Well, Liz thought, it was close. Considering all Mona's hang-ups, they'd certainly come very close to getting her turned on by her own kid. Liz knew better than to push the matter any farther. Mona could become hysterical with guilt. "Okay," said Liz, "but you don't know what you're missing."
Greedily Liz bent over Curt once more and sucked his stiff little cock into her mouth. She liked the fat weight on her tongue, liked the light salty flavor of his juices. She began to suck him in perfect contentment, rubbing her chin against his flopping little balls. Curt sighed happily. He'd been hoping his mother would blow him, but he knew that was too much to expect. Liz did it awfully damned well, anyhow. He sure wasn't going to protest. He felt the delicious fiery heat of her mouth, the pleasant bath of her hot saliva, and he whinnied like a colt and began to pump his hips furiously, feeding her his stiff and ready meat. Man, oh man, it felt good. Liz' tongue was snaking and curling all around his jabbing cock, sending blinding jolts of pleasure through his whole body. He wouldn't last long at this rate.
Kris was equally close to climax, but he couldn't quite get it off. Mona's eager cunt was wonderfully tight and hot and juicy, but he'd fucked so much that day, his reactions seemed to be numbed. Several times he was just on the point of shooting, yet he couldn't get over the edge. He realized he needed some added stimulus. To do it to her in the ass, for instance-her nice tight, hot little asshole-that would surely bring him off, if only Mona would cooperate.
Mona, too, was just on the brink of cumming. In a way she was horrified to watch her young son having his prick loudly sucked by his own stepsister, and yet the sight aroused her, too. She didn't understand her wicked fascination with the scene, but she couldn't take her eyes off it. Liz' greedy wet lips flew up and down the pale stiff shaft of Curt's cock, leaving it gleaming with her spit. Curt whined and squealed and pumped his hips, obviously digging the fun as much as any grownup could. Mona licked her lips as she watched, envying Liz that delicious mouthful of young cock. The whole thing aroused her till she was just on the point of climaxing, and she arched her body stiffly to get more friction from Kris' pounding prick. Just a few more thrusts and she'd be there....
Suddenly he withdrew from her, his great slick cock waving heavily before him. "Baby," he said, gasping, "roll over. I wanta do it to you in the ass."
Mona blushed horribly. Was nothing to remain a secret? Now Liz and Curt knew the true extent of her lustiness, knew she'd even take it in the ass. It was horribly embarrassing, but she didn't hesitate to obey Kris' request. He wanted it too badly-and so did she. She'd regret it later, no doubt, but she just had to finish this fuck, no matter how. She felt she'd die if Kris didn't bring her off. Feverishly she rolled over onto her belly, sticking her slim little ass into the air.
"That's my girl," said Kris.
He seized her writhing hips, steadied her, and managed to wedge the thick head of his cock into the tiny clenched mouth of her anus. The fit was very tight. He gritted his teeth and pushed, making little progress. Mona was whimpering with pain. She realized that she was tensing up, making it impossible for Kris to penetrate her. She relaxed the sphincter muscles rimming her anus, and with a great sigh Kris sank his mammoth cock into her rectum, slowly gliding to full penetration. Mona let out a howl, half of surprise and half of pleasure as he slowly stuffed her. She couldn't get over how good it felt.
"Okay, baby, let's get it on," said Kris.
He gripped her hips rightly and began to bugger her in long, slow, deep strokes. Mona lost control of herself completely. Her blue eyes rolled wildly in ecstasy, and her white teeth glinted as she screeched and moaned her intense pleasure. Her big pale tits swayed and shook as Kris balled her with increasing force, and her lovely body mottled red all over with helpless arousal.
"Oh, God, yes, yes, yeeesss," she said. "Do it, do it to me."
Liz had paused in her furious sucking of Curt's stiff little cock to see what all the excitement was about. Curt, too, was fascinated. As Liz raised her head for a look at the action, his rigid little dick popped from her lips, gleaming with her saliva, but neither of them noticed what had happened. They gawked at the older couple, saw Kris' enormous thick pale dick reaming laboriously in Mona's tiny brown asshole. They saw Mona going crazy with pleasure, clawing the bed and whining and shouting. They saw Kris' handsome face twisted in a snarl of lust as he relentlessly reamed and probed his wife's tight rectum, his bristly balls slapping loudly against her white buttocks. The fit of his giant thick cock in her tiny tight asshole seemed impossible, and yet clearly both Kris and Mona were enjoying it immensely.
"Jeez," said Curt, "that looks like fun."
"It certainly does," said Liz, who was envying Mona with all her heart.
"Could we do it, Liz?" said Curt. "Please?" Assfucking was one experience Liz had never had. It had always seemed to her as if it would hurt terribly. Watching Mona now, she knew that wasn't true. If Mona could take Kris' huge dick in her asshole, then surely Liz could manage Curt's adolescent cock. She was eager to try. Mona was going out of her skull with pleasure, and there was no pleasure on earth that Liz wanted to pass up.
"Okay, Curt," she said, grinning wickedly at him, "let's give it a try."
Liz got onto her hands and knees right alongside Mona, hoisting her pale ass in the air, and Curt eagerly scrambled behind her, kneeling and grasping her hips for support. Writhing with impatience he fitted the tight cherry red head of his cock to the brown wrinkle of her anus. Liz obligingly relaxed the tight anal muscle, and he felt his small stiff cock slipping into her. Almost at once he experienced intense pleasure. It was far better than he'd imagined. Liz' asshole was very, very tight, perfectly suited to his half-grown and somewhat skinny prick. He moaned and pushed deeper into her, till his balls came to rest against her ass and his whole eager cock was tightly gripped by her slick anal walls. It was perfect, just the kind of snug, hot, velvety sheath he needed for his immature penis. "Oh, Jesus, Liz," he said, panting with excitement, "it's super. Really great."
"Ummm," said Liz. "You better believe it."
Liz, too, was amazed at how good it felt. She'd known vaguely that the anus could be a source of sexual pleasure, but she'd never quite believed it till now. It was just like being fucked in the vagina, only with even more delicious friction, even more powerful sensations. She sighed deeply and began to move her buttocks urgently, signaling to Curt the motions she wanted. The boy responded vigorously, working his stiff little cock deep into her steamy rectum, swift and hard. Liz wailed her pleasure, and rivers of hot juice gushed from her pussy.
"Oh, yes, love," she whispered, "that's beautiful. Fuck me, Curt. Fuck my ass."
Mona heard her. She opened her eyes and saw her young son happily jabbing his stiff little pale prick in and out of Liz' brown anus. For a moment she wanted to cry out to them to stop, that it was wicked and evil, that Curt was too young for such things. Then she smiled and closed her eyes again, telling herself to quit being such an old spoilsport. Curt and Liz were entitled to some fun, too. After all, she could hardly lie there shrieking with pleasure while Kris balled her asshole, and deny the same fun to the kids. Besides, she was so close to orgasm, she wouldn't have been able to stop if a whole battalion of cops had raced into the room.
"Ahhh, AAAHHH," gasped Kris.
The wonderfully tight hot fit of Mona's little rectum was too much for him. He began shooting his load into her bowels in long sizzling jets, and as he did so, he fumbled around and found Mona's fat little clit, rubbing it for all he was worth, bringing her off, too. Mona whined shrilly as convulsions of pleasure shook her body, making her big white jugs sway and bounce. Steaming juice spat from her cunt to splatter against Kris' belly. Overcome with pleasure, he sank down on her, his long cock still squirting and squirming deep in her asshole.
Dizzily Kris and Mona rode out the last spasms of their climax and watched Liz and Curt, who were still humping industriously beside them. The boy was red in the face with effort, sweat beginning to bead on his forehead, but he was clearly having the time of his life. Liz was panting and grinning, enjoying every fierce jab of his little cock, and her big pale tits were swollen tight with arousal, bouncing heavily as Curt's happy humping shook her body.. His rosy little testicles, tight with cum, slapped sharply against her ass, and his stiff little dick made juicy squishing and slurping noises in her tight rectum. Liz began to howl and claw the bed.
Curt felt her hot rectum grow even tighter around his frantically jabbing cock. With a shrill squeal he felt his balls spitting out their load, felt a fiery ripple up the length of his straining little prick, and then the dizzying joy of pumping out his load into Liz' bowels. He and Liz shrieked and panted together in mutual climax, Liz falling flat down onto the bed and Curt landing on top of her. He screwed and reamed her soaked asshole for all he was worth, till he hadn't a drop of cum left.
"Oh, wow," he sighed. "Fantastic."
"That's putting it mildly," said Liz with a deep sigh.
Mona closed her eyes. Now that her passion was spent, she realized with deepening shock what kind of orgy she'd just been a party to. She wondered how she could have done it. It was bad enough letting a man do it to her in the ass. It was even worse to let him do it in front of other people. All this paled, however, in comparison to doing it in front of her own son. Curt, barely thirteen years old, had watched his mother being buggered, and he, in turn, had bum-fucked his own stepsister, with his mother's tacit permission. Mona was stunned with shame and horror. How in the world could she have permitted such a thing? In a moment, when she had caught her breath and organized her thoughts, she would have to speak to the others, make it clear that such things couldn't continue. It might cost her her marriage and Kris' love, but it was her duty to Curt. She couldn't let her child be exposed to such wickedness. She wished it wasn't necessary. She felt she couldn't live without Kris, but her first duty was to her son.
As the two couples lay panting and sighing after their exertions, the dog Speed watched them mournfully. He'd been admitted into the room this time, albeit accidentally, and he'd seen just what human activity produced all those exciting sounds and odors. He hadn't been permitted to take part in the fun, however, and it was almost more than he could bear. He knew now just how to get his satisfaction with a human female, but neither of them was available to him. The big Dalmatian felt neglected and left out. He'd fucked Liz just a little while earlier, so why couldn't he have her now? Everything seemed so unfair. Why was he being treated like this? What had he done to deserve punishment?
Speed whined plaintively, and Kris absently reached out to pat him on the head. Some consolation. Speed was grateful for his master's show of affection, but it didn't begin to satisfy the age-old need which possessed him. The smell of sex was strong and sharp in the air, and Speed wouldn't be satisfied until he had obeyed his instincts. His doggy testicles were swollen tight with his seed, and his long red canine penis had grown stiff and bloated. He eyed Liz hungrily.
Would she let him do it again? Would the boy ever climb off her and give Speed a chance?
To the big dog's disappointment, Curt remained happily in place, his limp cock held tight in Liz' soaked asshole. Curt didn't want to move just yet, and Liz didn't want him to, either. Mischievously he reached around her and began to play with her big, hot doughy tits. Liz sighed happily.
"Curt, stop that," said Mona. "There's been enough wickedness in this house today."
Everyone gawked at her. "Oh, for Christ's sake, Mona," said Kris. "I thought you were finished with that old shit."
"I beg your pardon," Mona said coldly. "I know right from wrong. I know that what we did was wicked, and I won't have Curt exposed to it any longer than necessary. Curt, get up and get dressed. You and I are getting out of here." Tearfully she turned and looked at Kris, who still lay on top of her. "I love you, Kris," she said, "but our beliefs are just too different. Our marriage would never work."
"By God, I agree with that," Kris said angrily. "You just go ahead and leave, baby. I'll find a woman who lives in the Twentieth Century."
Angrily he jerked his limp cock out of Mona's anus and stood up. Mona burst into tears. Curt was gawking at her in disbelief. "Mother," he said at last, "this is crazy. We all love each other, we all have fun together-why do you have to spoil it? I don't understand." Mona wiped back her tears. "Never mind," she said. "You're too young to understand now. Just do as I say. Get up and put on your clothes. We're leaving as soon as we can pack."
"Oh, Mona, for heaven's sake," said Liz, "don't be ridiculous."
Mona paid no attention to her. Wearily she struggled to her hands and knees, gathering the courage to rise and walk out of Kris' life forever. She saw them all gawking in her direction, saw that Curt hadn't budged. "Hurry up, Curt," she said. "I won't stand for disobedience."
What Mona didn't realize was that the others weren't staring at her. They were staring at Speed. As soon as Kris crawled off her body, the Dalmatian had come sniffing over to her, attracted by the strong sexual odors of her streaming, soaked pussy. Mona didn't notice him. Kris was standing just behind her, out of her line of vision, and when she felt the hot moist breath on her naked slit, she assumed it was her husband. He was trying to turn her on, of course, but she wasn't going to succumb this time. She tried to ignore the pleasant sensations.
Kris, Liz, and Curt said nothing. They watched as the Dalmatian crawled closer and closer to Mona's pussy, wriggling carefully between her legs, being careful not to brush her with his fur. At first the three onlookers were shocked, then amused. Clearly Mona didn't realize what was happening, and they weren't about to tell her. After her prudish outburst it would serve her right to get her cunt licked by a dog. It would be really funny, in fact. They didn't dare look at each other, for fear of laughing, but they were in silent agreement not to warn her of Speed's approach. Kris stepped farther behind her, to add to the illusion that he was the one breathing hotly on her pussy. Just then Speed lost control of himself and flicked out his long red wet tongue to lick hungrily at Mona's fragrant slick labia.
"Ooooo," said Mona. In spite of herself, she felt intense pleasure. Damnit, she never could resist when Kris ate her pussy.
Meeting no resistance, Speed began to lick faster at Mona's good-tasting scarlet slit, his long doggy tongue flashing in and out of her tender labial folds.
"Oh, God," said Mona, closing her eyes. "OOOOO!"
CHAPTER TEN
Kris had eaten her pussy many times, but never so skillfully and deliciously as now. Mona wondered just what he was doing differently. Somehow his tongue seemed longer, hotter, and stiffer. She would have turned her head for a look, but the pleasure was so exquisite that all she could do was lie there moaning and panting. She went limp on her belly, opening her legs wide for him, loving everything he did to her. Oh, God, it was wrong of her to succumb to sensual temptation again, but she just couldn't help it. In a few minutes she'd have to carry out her duty, taking Curt and leaving her new home and husband forever. She decided to permit herself this one last pleasure. It might be a long time before she had a man again, and she knew she'd never find one as good as Kris.
"Aaahhh, darling," she moaned.
Kris, Curt and Liz exchanged amused glances. Clearly Mona had no idea it was Speed, not Kris, who was licking her pussy. Nobody was going to give the game away, either. It looked like their last chance to change Mona's mind, to overcome her stubborn puritanical attitudes. As they watched Mona sighing and panting, they prayed that the dog would succeed where they had failed. Liz and Curt quietly and discreetly moved to the other side of the bed and lay there in each other's arms, not wanting to disturb Mona. It was very important that she succumb completely to the dog. After a thing like that, she could hardly call the rest of them wicked or immoral. Liz and Curt held hands tightly, hardly daring to breathe. If only Mona remained ignorant till it was too late....
Kris played his part in the charade, too. Standing behind his wife so she couldn't see him, he watched Speed's performance carefully, and whenever the dog paused in his licking and tonguing, Kris murmured something to Mona, adding to her impression that he, not the dog, was eating her pussy.
"Good for you, baby?" he said.
"Oh, God, lovely," said Mona.
Behind her back, he made a victory sign to Liz and Curt, and they had to tighten their faces to keep from sniggering. Meanwhile Speed was having the time of his life. At last he'd been permitted to join in the fun, and with the new woman as well. Her juicy gushing pussy tasted delicious to him, and he tongued and licked her avidly, running his long red doggy tongue hungrily over the plump bud of her clit, through the puffed convolutions of her labia, over the bumpy brown mouth of her anus. He wriggled the stiffened tip of his wet tongue into the steamy little mouth of her cunt and found even more good juices to lick and swallow. With a deep sigh he stuffed his lolling red tongue deep into her vagina, reaming and probing her, eating all her hot salty cream.
Mona wailed her pleasure. She couldn't understand how Kris was getting his tongue so far into her, but she certainly wasn't going to ask any questions now. Impaled on his long stiff tongue, she whimpered and sobbed her joy, throwing her long legs as far apart as she could. She knew they were all watching her, and that young Curt was really getting an eyeful, but she just couldn't stop now. She had to let Kris go on wetly licking and sucking all her sensitive parts.
"Oh, darling," she said hoarsely, "it feels so good. I love it."
Kris winked at the others. He was having a hard time stifling his laughter. Poor old Mona was going to be horrified when she learned what was going on. She deserved it, too, for being such a prude. Maybe this would teach her a lesson,. Kris sincerely hoped so, because in spite of everything, he didn't want to lose her. Mona had the potential of becoming a superb bedmate, if only she could get over her silly Victorian ideas about sex.
Speed licked noisily in Mona's cunt, setting up a loud slurping and squishing sound. His tail wagged happily, and he shivered in his keen enjoyment of her body. The faster he licked her, the more she creamed. She knew her cream was coming out in floods now, wetting the bed beneath her, and that her body was flushed and mottled with the unmistakable rash of sexual arousal. It was wrong to let Curt see all this, but, God help her, she'd die rather than stop now. She was working up to a thundering climax, and it would kill her not to have it. Somehow she'd explain things to Curt later. It wasn't going to be easy, but somehow she'd manage.
Speed was growing very excited. The hair stood up on his back, and he began to whine plaintively. Mona's eyes popped open. "The dog," she said. "What's the matter?"
"Oh, he's just having a dream," Kris said quickly. "He's asleep on the floor over there. Don't worry about it, sweetheart."
Mona sighed and closed her eyes again. Certainly she didn't want to worry about a dumb dog right now. "Oh, Kris," she said, "you're getting me so excited. Could you fuck me now, darling, please? I just have to have it."
Kris flashed a frantic glance at Liz, who put her finger to her lips. She knew from experience that Mona's request would soon be granted. She pointed to the dog, and she and Kris and Curt saw that Speed's enormous canine cock was fiercely erect, monstrously bloated. It lolled long and red and gleaming from his furry belly, dripping his juices. Kris nodded and grinned. Speed nosed between Mona's legs to lick her one more time, and she wailed her joy. "Beautiful, darling," she moaned, "but please, please put it in me. I want it so badly."
As if on command, Speed withdrew his face from between her legs and leaped onto her back, mounting her doggy-fashion. Mona was so eager to fuck that she didn't notice anything unusual about his furry embrace. Obviously she still thought it was Kris behind her. "Yes, hurry, hurry," she panted.
Speed blindly jerked his enormous bloated doggy prick against the tender red tissues of her labia, seeking entrance to her body. His cock looked gigantic, far too big for Mona's tiny cuntal mouth. Kris and Liz were holding themselves very stiff to keep from laughing, but Curt didn't look so amused. His eyes were wide as he studied the big dog's hugely thick red penis. He didn't see how Mona could take that monstrous thing inside her body. Enough was enough. The game had been fun up to this point, but he didn't want to see his mother hurt.
"Mother-" he began.
Liz clapped her hand over his mouth. His muffled protests didn't reach Mona, and as he squirmed in Liz' arms, trying to free himself, the big Dalmatian finally succeeded in penetrating the writhing, moaning woman beneath him. The bloated dark head of his great canine prick plopped into the hot, mushy mouth of her vagina, then reamed fiercely into her, stuffing her all the way to her womb.
"AAAGGGHHH," shrieked Mona.
Her eyes became huge, and her lovely face was twisted in a grimace of astonished pleasure as the enormous thick dog cock shot into her eager cunt, stuffing her so full that she could hardly breathe. God, it was wonderful, fantastic. She knew her husband was well hung, but somehow his cock felt longer and thicker than ever before. She welcomed the breathlessly tight fit. It was just what she needed. Steamy juice spat from her cunt, and she began to work her hips feverishly around his fat rod, whining and squealing her delight. He began to fuck her in fierce short jabs, making her whole body shake, and causing her big white tits to bounce and quiver like Jello. It was a rough, brutal fuck, but she loved it.
Kris couldn't hold back any longer. It was time that Mona got her comeuppance. He made his voice hoarse and panting. "You really love it, huh, baby?"
"Oh, Jesus, yes," wailed Mona. "Give it to me, darling! YES!"
"It's the best ever, isn't it?" he said.
"Yes, yes," said Mona, banging her ass furiously against the dog's belly, "the best, darling."
"Maybe I'd better stop," said Kris. "After all, Liz and Curt are here."
"Oh, to hell with that," said Mona. "To hell with everything. I don't care. It's all right. Just don't stop FUCKING me, please!"
"You're sure you like it?" said Kris.
"Christ, YES," said Mona. "Can't you tell? I LOVE IT!"
Kris walked around to the other side of the bed and stood directly in front of Mona. "Gee, honey," he said innocently, "I'm glad you dig it."
Mona stared at him. For a long moment she couldn't figure out what was happening. It was insane, impossible. Kris' big cock was working deeply, furiously in her welcoming cunt, giving her a tremendous fuck, and yet-and yet there he was, standing in front of her, grinning at her. How was it possible? What kind of crazy trick was he pulling on her? Liz and Curt were there in front of her, too, so they couldn't be responsible for the wild humping she was getting. What in the world? Mona struggled for comprehension.
"Kris," she said weakly, "what's happening?"
All three of them began to laugh at her. "Look behind you, love," said Kris.
Mona hesitated. She had a feeling it was going to be something awful, but she had to find out. Slowly she twisted her head around and looked up over her shoulder. She came eye to eye with the grinning dog.
"Oh, my God, NO!" she gasped.
She was so horrified, so stunned, that she couldn't move. She knelt there, paralyzed with shock, and watched the big Dalmatian happily working his giant canine penis in and out of her body. Gradually the knowledge came through to her stunned senses that this was no dream, no bad fantasy. It was really happening. She was being fucked by a dog, and the others were watching her, laughing at her, letting it happen. Worst of all, she'd already told them she loved it. She wanted to die.
"Greatest fuck of your life, right?" said Kris drily. "That's what you told us, baby. We all heard you. Well, go on and enjoy it. We don't mind. Everybody's open-minded here. If you wanta make it with a dog, that's fine with us."
Mona began to sob. She understood now that this was her punishment for being such a terrible prude, for trying to spoil everyone else's fun. She knew she deserved it, too. She'd been stupid and hypocritical ever since coming to Kris' house. For no good reason except her own silly hang-ups, she'd made everyone else miserable. In her humiliation she knew that Kris had been right all along. If two people wanted to have fun together, if they weren't hurting anyone else, then it was none of her goddamned business. She had no right trying to run other people's lives, and that included Curt's life. He might be very young, but he wasn't her slave. He had a right to his own opinions, his own activities. She wished she had realized all this sooner. Now it was too late, and she was getting the humiliation she so well deserved.
She looked up through her tears, expecting to see mocking glances, but to her surprise, everyone looked sympathetic. "Don't cry, Mom," said Curt. "We all love you. We just thought you needed a lesson."
"Well, I've had a lesson," said Mona contritely.
"I realize now how wrong I've been. I'll never interfere again."
Speed was humping her faster and faster, his thick doggy cock making a lewd slurping and sucking noise in her hot mushy cunt. Mona blushed deeply but didn't move away. She was going to take her punishment. She'd prove to them that she really meant everything she said.
"Hey, Mona," said Liz, "don't feel bad. Nobody sees anything wrong with what you're doing. Dig it, enjoy it. Speed balled me this afternoon and it was great. You ought to take advantage of it."
Mona gawked at her. Liz making it with Speed? Then she, Mona, wasn't the only one. Instantly she felt better. Hell, if Liz could make it with the dog, enjoy it, and shamelessly admit it, then there was nothing to keep Mona from doing the same thing. She relaxed and let her inhibitions vanish. Jesus, it felt good. The dog was really well hung, and he was humping her in the hard, quick way she loved best. An ecstatic smile began to spread over her face.
"That's right, baby," Kris said soothingly. "Relax and enjoy it. Feels great, doesn't it?"
Mona blushed but replied, "Ooooo, yeeesss."
Really, there was nothing to compare with it. The dog's pounding cock was enormous, and it stuffed and reamed her better than anything in all her erotic fantasies. She gave herself up to it, moaning and gurgling her enjoyment, and the excited dog Speed barked happily. The others watched her with great relief.
"Well," said Liz, "it looks like that problem's solved. I don't think Mona's in a position to criticize us any more."
"Are there any other problems?" said Kris, laughing.
Liz looked pensive. "Oh, nothing important, I guess," she said.
Curt and Kris glanced at her. "Hey, Liz, what is it?" said Curt. "Something's bothering you, I can tell."
"Yeah, come out with it, honey," said Kris. "We're all friends here."
A tear trickled down Liz' soft cheek. "It just seems like Mona gets all the attention," she said. "Everybody's concerned about how SHE feels. She had you, Daddy, and then she got to blow Curt when I wanted to, and now she gets Speed. It seems like I'm not important at all."
"Oh, God," said Kris. "Women." He moved over to Liz and put his arm around her shoulder. "Sweetheart, nobody's any more important than anybody else in this house. We didn't mean to neglect you."
"Then prove it," said Liz.
She slid her hand into his lap and began caressing his long limp prick. Her expert touch inflamed him at once. He'd been dying to make it with Liz again, to feel the delicious tightness and heat of her young cunt, but he wondered if he dare try it in front of his wife. It was a delicate moment. Mona had just been won over to his point of view. Did he dare risk that victory by balling another woman right in front of her-a woman who happened to be his own daughter?
"Gee, honey, I don't know," he said, glancing worriedly at Mona.
"There, you see?" said Liz miserably. "Mona's feelings always come first. If I'm horny, that's just too bad. We don't want to offend precious Mona." She burst into tears.
"Aw, Liz, don't cry," said Curt, kissing her cheek.
"Liz, please," said Kris desperately.
Mona was still gurgling happily as the big dog fucked her, but she managed to overhear the conversation. She glanced up and saw that her stepdaughter was crying. "What's the matter?" she said. "What's wrong with Liz?"
"Oh, she just feels a little left out," Kris said lamely. "She seems to feel that you get all the attention."
"Well, maybe I have gotten it all," said Mona, "and that's not fair. Liz should have her share of the fun, too. What does she want? If she wants to make it with Curt again, that's fine with me."
Kris blushed deeply. "Well, that's not exactly it, honey. She wants to make it with me."
Mona gawked at him in disbelief. "With you? But that's incest!"
"I know," said Kris. "Mona, since we're being frank with each other, I have to tell you that Liz and I don't have any particular prejudices against incest. We figure it's okay as long as no one else is involved. But if the idea really repels you, we won't do it." He hated to make that concession, but he didn't want to upset Mona again.
For a moment Mona was ready to tell him that she did, indeed, object to the idea of a father and daughter making love. Wasn't incest a terrible thing, prohibited by law and despised by society? Then she thought, My God, must I always spoil the fun? It seemed as if all she'd been doing all day was telling people no, preventing people from enjoying themselves-and for what? Her only reason was an outmoded, stupid code of morality. As Kris said, if no other person was involved, if no one was hurt, then why in the world shouldn't he and Liz enjoy each other? Mona didn't really feel jealous, much to her surprise. She knew Kris loved her. Also, glancing at the weeping Liz, she found it hard to deny the girl's extraordinary beauty. Any man would be eager to fuck Liz-even her own father. Mona decided it was not her business to tell other people what to do.
"Darling," she said to Kris, "if you and Liz want to do it, then go ahead."
Kris could hardly believe his ears. Mona really had reformed, otherwise she would never have agreed to such a thing. "Baby," he said gratefully, "you're the best."
Mona smiled happily, glad to have earned his praise. She couldn't keep her eyes focused on him very long, however. The big Dalmatian was swiftly fucking her toward a thunderous climax. Her blue eyes rolled wildly in her head, then closed as she gave herself up to the incredible joy of being rammed and reamed by Speed's huge doggy cock.
"Oh, God," she murmured, "so good...." Liz and Kris looked at each other, hardly able to believe their good fortune. Mona had actually given them her blessing, and they were free to enjoy each other. Liz looked down at her father's pale penis, which was huge even in its flaccid state. With a cock like that to satisfy her, she needn't be in any hurry about finding a man of her own. Gleefully she reached for it again, taking the warm doughy flesh in her hand and gently squeezing it. She felt the fierce inner heat, the silky slippery skin, and the excitied throbbing of his awakening cock. Quickly she bent down and stuffed the limp soft meat into her greedy mouth, bathing it hotly with her saliva, sucking it noisily and hungrily. She wanted to get him hard in a hurry. She could hardly wait to have that huge thick cock inside her seething, ready cunt.
"Oh, Jesus, baby, that feels great," said Kris, baring his teeth. One thing he could say for his daughter, she was a great little cocksucker. She went at it like she hadn't eaten for a week, noisily slurping and tonguing his limp meat. At the same time her expert little fingers tickled and aroused his deflated balls, scampering all over the hairy surface. It didn't take Kris long to get aroused under the circumstances. He felt his testicles swelling up fat and hard with his cum, then the eager throbbing and twitching of his big cock as it lengthened and fattened. Liz felt it, too, and as he grew larger, she was forced to disgorge some of his great length. Her hot little tongue shot under his loose foreskin and stimulated the naked glans, making him whine with pleasure. Cream shot from the hole at the head of his cock, and Liz hungrily lapped it up and swallowed it. He would have been more than content to go on that way, to shoot in her fiery wet mouth, but he remembered the reason for all this-Liz was horny, and Liz must be taken care of. With a deep sigh, he gently lifted her head, and his great stiff cock popped from her mouth, heavy and gleaming and rigid.
"Okay, baby," he said hoarsely, "how do you want it?"
Liz didn't reply for a moment. She was staring at his great wet prick as if hypnotized. She licked her lips, and her dark eyes glowed with feverish lust. At last she shook herself and got onto her hands and knees, raising her pretty pale buttocks for him.
"Let's do it this way," she said. "Then we can still watch Mona and Speed."
A naughty thought, perhaps, but Kris appreciated it. It really got him hot to watch his beautiful wife unashamedly enjoying her session with the panting, humping Dalmatian. Liz got into position facing Mona, and Kris mounted behind her, working the bloated purple head of his cock into the liquid heat of her small cunt mouth. He pushed, and he felt his prick gliding easily into her hot wet depths. The clinging walls of her young vagina gripped him possessively, tugging him in even farther, till the sensitive creaming head of his cock butted her womb.
"How's that, sweetheart?" he said.
"Beautiful," said Liz with a deep sigh of contentment. "Like I said before, Daddy, you're really well hung. Let's get it on."
"Right," he said, beginning to thrust his long hard cock back and forth in her deliciously tight steamy little hole. He glanced at Mona, who was watching them rather dizzily, and she grinned at him, showing her approval. He wondered how he could ever have doubted his love for her. "How are you doing, baby?" he said.
"Oooohhh, God," said Mona, "it feels so good. I'm just about to cum. I think it's happening-RIGHT NOW! AAAGGGHHH!"
Kris continued to ball his daughter, but both he and Liz were absorbed in watching Mona's howling, writhing climax. She screeched her joy without shame, pussy juice splattering hot out of her stuffed cunt, her beautiful body shaking thunderously as wave after wave of intense pleasure ripped through her. Her climax triggered the same reaction in Speed. The big dog gave a piercing howl and began to hump her in blindingly quick short jabs, whimpering as his doggy cum began to shoot into Mona's hot squeezing cunt. His tail wagged furiously, and his long red tongue lolled out, dripping saliva on Mona's writhing back.
At last, with a low moan of satisfaction, Speed was finished. Gratefully he licked Mona's dripping cunt before crawling off her. He leaped off the bed and settled in a comer of the room to clean himself before taking a well-earned nap.
Mona collapsed heavily onto the bed, writhing and panting. "Fantastic," she said dizzily, "just fantastic."
"I know," said Liz. "Well, Daddy, you're almost as good as Speed."
"Thanks a lot," said Kris, laughing. "And now, if it isn't too much trouble, can we shut up and get down to some serious fucking?"
The two women laughed. Kris began to hump Liz in ever-faster, louder strokes, and soon she was howling and panting blissfully. Mona watched with affection and approval. Only one person wasn't smiling.
Curt hadn't thought it could happen again, not after today, but he was feeling neglected, unwanted, and left out. The grown-ups were absorbed in their fun, paying no attention to him. Liz and Kris were taking care of each other's needs, and Mona had been well serviced by the dog. There was no one to take care of Curt.
Of course, there was an available woman-his mother. Ood, she looked beautiful to him, flushed and smiling after her bout with Speed, her big pale tits protruding ripely, her pale blonde hair tousled and shining. He wanted more than anything in the world to make love to her-but did he dare try it? She'd overcome so many inhibitions today, he didn't want to push her too far. He mulled over the idea and finally decided that it wouldn't hurt to ask. He even put some confidence and authority into it, hoping to take her off guard. Crawling over to her, grinning, he reached out to cup and squeeze her beautiful big breasts.
"Let's you and me get it on, Mom," he said.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Mona's eyes got huge. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She looked down and saw Curt's small slightly grubby hands playing eagerly with her big cushiony tits. Curt was grinning mischievously, but there was no doubt that his proposition was serious.
"But, Curt," she managed to say at last, "I'm your MOTHER!"
"No shit," said Curt. He sounded impatient. "Believe me, Mom, I'm aware of that. Have been for thirteen years. I don't see what that has to do with it. I mean, Liz and Kris are making it, so why can't we?"
Mona blushed hotly. The boy was right, of course. There was no denying the logic of his position. She'd given her approval to Kris, urging him to ball his own daughter, so how could she rightfully deny Curt the same incestuous fun? She saw that she'd trapped herself, that she had no reason to turn him down-and yet how could she possibly bring herself to make love to her own thirteen year old son?
"Curt, darling," she said weakly, "I just don't know if I can do it. I mean, it seems so-so wrong, somehow."
Curt's handsome young face darkened with anger. "Oh, boy," he said disgustedly, "I thought you were through with all that shit. I mean, if you can make it with a dog, for chrissake, why can't you do it with me? I didn't think you were a hypocrite, Mom."
Mona felt miserable. She didn't want the boy to lose his respect and love for her, but she could see that very thing happening right before her eyes. He was right, she was being hypocritical. One last vestige of her old morality held her back, however, the feeling that it would be deeply wrong to have intercourse with her own son. Well, perhaps there was something else she could do to satisfy him. She remembered his squeals of delight when Liz had sucked his cock.
Mona flopped down onto her back and held her arms out to Curt. "Come here," she said, grinning.
Curt, thinking he had it made, hurried to kneel between her legs. To his surprise, Mona grasped him under the arms and lifted him high in the air, over her lush body, setting him down so that he straddled her chest. He felt the hot cushion of her . huge pale tits beneath his slim young buttocks. His rosy flaccid balls snuggled against her chin, and his droopy pale little cock grazed her lips. "Hey," he said, "what's going on?"
"You'll see," said Mona, grinning at him.
Mona looked down her nose and saw his cute little limp dick tickling her lips. Up close, it was even prettier than she'd thought. Like a sleepy little white worm it cuddled drowsily against the corner of her mouth, limp and soft. The blue veins were small and faint. The wrinkled pale foreskin covered the glans entirely, ending in a soft point of flesh. Flaccid, his adolescent cock was no bigger than her middle finger.
She reached out and gently picked up his cock, holding it between thumb and forefinger, examining it. With her other hand she carefully and slowly began to work back the foreskin, gradually exposing the bright red head of his young prick. It looked beautiful to her, a refreshing change from the deep reddish-purple of the adult penis. There was a pinpoint hole at the very head of the bright red nut, and as she teased back his loose foreskin a tiny droplet of juice appeared from the hole. She touched the droplet lightly with the tip of her finger and smeared it all around the highly sensitive flesh of his small glans. Curt shivered and sighed. Seeing that he liked it, she continued to move her finger slowly, teasingly around the naked flesh of his glans. More juice dribbled out in a thin delicate stream, and she used it to make the passage of her fingertip more slick. She marveled at the slickness and purity of his flesh.
"Ummm," said Curt happily.
He closed his eyes, the better to enjoy what she was doing to him. At first he'd been disappointed that Mona hadn't let him fuck her, but he found that this was just as much fun. It really was wonderful, having his beautiful mother play happily with his cock. Mona had never given him much physical affection before. Probably she thought it was wrong to hug and kiss and caress a teenage boy. He was starved for it, and he was very glad she'd changed her mind. She was touching him so gently and carefully that he couldn't doubt her love. He just hoped she'd go on and on playing with him like that.
Mona grew bolder, and she slipped her hand down to cup Curt's limp warm testicles. They fitted easily into the palm of her hand, soft and flaccid. She squeezed them very gently and felt the hard inner core. She liked the fact that his small nuts were entirely hairless and smooth, so pleasant to touch and play with. She closed her hand over them, holding them snugly, and with her other hand she continued to circle and tease the gleaming cherry-red head of his little prick. Curt sighed blissfully.
Beside them, Kris and Liz were still at it. They were spinning out their pleasure, trying to make it last as long as possible. Liz held herself firmly on hands and knees below her father, her heavy long tits swaying gently. Her eyes were closed, and there was a soft smile of satisfaction on her lovely face. Poised above her on his knees, Kris, too, had his eyes closed, a gentle grin of enjoyment wreathing his rugged face. He worked his long rigid dick very slowly but deeply in his daughter's tight young cunt, enjoying her fierce heat and slick wetness. His swollen hairy balls slapped gently against her cute little ass, hardly making a sound. The only noise audible to Mona and Curt was the gentle slurp and squish of his thick meat in Liz' wet little hole.
"Ooooo," whimpered Liz, "so nice...."
Kris said nothing, only grinned.
Meanwhile Mona was having a strange experience. She loved playing with Curt's immature hairless genitals, loved the slippery feeling of his gleaming glans and the warm weight of his floppy little balls in the palm of her hand, yet somehow it wasn't enough. She felt saliva pooling hotly in her mouth, again and again, and she had to keep swallowing. Her cunt was slowly growing hot as a blast furnace, creaming steadily, while her clit and labia puffed up tight and swollen with arousal. It was ridiculous. She'd already been balled almost raw today by Kris and Speed. How could she possibly want to do it again? Yet there was no denying the slow but steady horniness centered in her steamy little cunt.
She knew she wanted to do more with Curt, but what? It would be wrong to let him put his cock in her. True, she felt it was all right for Liz and Kris to fuck, but they were adults. Curt was only a little boy.
She looked down at the adorable little red head of his pale penis, and as she did so, more glistening droplets of cream oozed from the tiny dark hole. Saliva burst hotly in her mouth, and before she quite knew what she was doing, her tongue shot out and greedily lapped up the bright droplets of cream from the head of Curt's small prick. It tasted delicious to her. She felt it was rather naughty of her to do it, but she couldn't resist. Again she put her tongue out and used the tip stiffly to lap up his young juice. Curt moaned with pleasure and excitement.
"Jeez," he said, "that feels good. Do it again, please, Mom. Lick my peter."
Mona blushed at this explicit request. Kris and ' Liz had heard it, too, and they opened their eyes to see what was happening. They'd been vaguely aware that Mona and Curt were embracing, but they'd never expected the inhibited Mona to go this far with her son. They saw Curt happily seated on his mother's big swollen tits, Mona blushing as she held his limp little dick in her hand and lapped the red tip with her shiny pink tongue. They watched her lick up his oozing juices, roll the stuff around in her mouth, and swallow it. Her sighs and quick breathing told how much this excited her. She caught Kris' eye and blushed even redder. He grinned approvingly at her. She felt embarrassed, but she didn't stop. In spite of having an audience, she couldn't bear to end the fun she was having.
Blushing, she began to run the stiff wet tip of her tongue up and down the limp warm shaft of Curt's cute little cock. His flesh was very soft and silky. He stiffened for a second, then sighed and relaxed again, obviously enjoying her tonguing. Mona felt very wicked, but she didn't stop. She knew she had the approval of everyone, and all she needed now was the approval of her own conscience. She felt her inhibitions slowly melting away. After all, what was she doing wrong? It wasn't as though she was fucking the boy. She was just giving him a little fun-and giving herself some fun as well. Growing bolder, she ran her wet tongue tip swiftly down his doughy pale shaft till she touched his flaccid rosy testicles. They were very hot, but just as smooth and silky as his cock. Mona eagerly tongued the delicate pink sacs, making them flop and bounce. Curt squealed happily, digging his fingers into her shoulders. A wicked urge came over her. Did she dare...?
Again there was a hot rush of saliva in her mouth, and she knew she was going to do the naughty thing she had in mind. Opening her lips wide, she fastened them firmly around the limp twin bags of his testicles and slowly sucked the soft hot. flesh into her mouth. She felt the delicate weight of his young balls on her tongue, and she drew in her cheeks sharply to create a juicy snug nest for him. She began to suck his squirming little nuts.
"Oh, jeez, YEAH," whined Curt. "That's great. Out of sight. Yeah, suck my balls, Mom."
Mona blushed beet red, but she didn't let him go. She wanted him too much. Saliva gushed in her mouth, making her sucking loud and juicy. She mouthed and sucked steadily all around his quivering little balls, and she felt them swelling up and growing tight with stored cum. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Liz and Kris watching her intently, grinning, obviously pleased with what she was doing. They were still fucking, but almost in slow motion, so absorbed were they with the scene between Mona and Curt. This time Mona didn't feel so embarrassed. The more excited she got, the hotter and wetter her aroused cunt became, the less she cared about having an audience. Curt's little balls were getting quite fat in her mouth, swelling up almost to the bursting point, and she was glad to be giving him such pleasure.
"Oh, wow," he panted, "fantastic. Ahhhh, ohhh!"
Finally his half-grown testicles were swollen so fat that Mona was unable to keep them in her hungry mouth. To her dismay, they popped out noisily, fat and firm and gleaming with her spit. She looked around feverishly for something else to suck and spied his floppy pale little penis. With a moan of lust she fastened her lips firmly around the slick red head and sucked it quickly into the juicy furnace of her mouth. Curt wailed his intense pleasure as he felt his awakening cock seized by her lips and sucked into the delicious bath of her hot saliva. She started to suck greedily on his soft little prick, and Curt squealed happily. It seemed unbelievable that his prudish mother was actually giving him a blow job, but the evidence was right before his eyes. He looked down at her beautiful flushed face and saw his pale cock flying in and out of her lips, wet with her saliva. She had a horny little grin on her face. He glanced over at Liz and Kris, who were still fucking, and Liz winked at him and grinned. Curt grinned back. He sure as hell didn't feel neglected now.
In her mouth Mona felt her son's half-grown dick twitching and coming to life. She was giving her own little boy a hard-on, and she didn't care what anybody thought about it. She sucked him faster, pressing his swelling meat to the slick roof of her mouth, squeezing it with her tongue, and Curt let out a whoop of joy, digging his fingers into her shoulders. On the sensitive surface of her tongue she felt his little cock getting longer and longer, growing fat and hot and rigid. Now she had definite proof that Curt was no longer a child. No child could get an erection like that. Mona blushed all over, not with shame this time, but with hot lust. Her cunt creamed abundantly, and her clit swelled up with need. She hoped Kris would take care of her later. She'd rarely been so horny. She sucked faster and faster on Curt's rigid little dick, hoping to make him cum in her mouth. She fumbled around and cupped his tight little buttocks, pumping him back and forth, feeding his stiff little rod in and out of her noisy slurping mouth. Cream dribbled steadily from the head of his cock, and she swallowed it as fast as it came.
Curt was having the time of his life, yet something was nagging at his mind. Somehow he felt that even this delicious hot sucking of his cock wasn't quite what he wanted. It was hard to think, he was so dizzy with pleasure. He frowned, trying to pinpoint whatever was bothering him. He was glad his mother had thrown aside her inhibitions and played with his cock and balls, but he wanted more than that. Yes, he had it now. He wanted to complete Mona's transformation from prude to liberated woman. He wanted to fuck her. Curt sensed that Mona wouldn't really be free from her puritanical, Victorian past until she balled her own son and did it willingly and joyfully. Kris and Liz had already done as much as they could to reform Mona. The rest was up to him.
He suddenly stood up, his rigid swollen little cock popping from his mother's mouth. She gawked at him in astonishment. "Curt," she said, "why stop? I thought you were enjoying it."
"Oh, I did, Mom" he said, grinning mysteriously. "I really liked it. But there's more than one way to have fun. You did what you wanted to do, and now it's my turn."
Before Mona could respond to his puzzling statement, Curt stepped back and threw himself between her long legs. Mona gasped and tried to close her legs, but it was too late. The boy's slim firm body was already wedged between them, his hair tickling her inner thighs. Gently but firmly he pushed her legs farther apart, and she felt his hot moist breath on her horny pussy.
"Curt," she said, blushing furiously, "what are you doing?"
He didn't reply. He intended to let his actions speak for themselves. He buried his face in the fragrant springy blonde curls of her mons and wriggled his tongue between the puffed labial lips, seeking out her clit. From his experience with Liz, he knew how hot it made a girl to be touched there. After a short search, his tongue touched the hot little bump of her clit. It was tightly swollen and slick with her horny juices. He pressed the tip of his tongue to it, nudging and tickling it. Mona gave a loud groan of pleasure and threw her legs open even wider. Curt pressed his advantage, slamming his mouth down on her wriggling little bud and beginning to suck it juicily and loudly. Her cuntjuice splattered out to soak his face, and in his mouth he felt her small clit swell up even fatter.
"Oh, my God, my God," whimpered Mona.
She hadn't meant to throw her legs open for him like that, hadn't meant to voice the intense pleasure she was feeling. She simply couldn't help herself. It felt so damned good. Curt's busy hot little mouth and tongue were sending blinding waves of pleasure through her pelvis, making her pussy cream in floods. Vaguely she felt it was wrong to permit him to do this, but her willpower had vanished. She only knew that she couldn't bear for him to stop.
"The kid really learns fast," said Kris, chuckling as he watched Curt's blond head bobbing up and down between his mother's legs.
"Go, Curt, go," said Liz, grinning. She watched approvingly as Curt sucked and tongued his mother's sensitive little bud, making Mona cry out sharply.
"Oh, my God, Curt," gasped Mona, "you've got to stop."
"Why should he stop, Mona?" said Liz.
"Because ... because it feels so good," Mona said illogically. Everyone, including Mona, began to laugh. "All right, damn it," said Mona, "so I'm being silly again. I can't change overnight."
"You're doing a pretty good job, baby," said Kris. "Believe me, you're doing just fine. We're all proud of you."
"Right," said Liz. "Relax and dig it, Mona."
With their words of encouragement, Mona did exactly that, letting herself relax completely, succumbing to the wild pleasure her son was giving her. It felt marvelous. Curt's little tongue was stiff, hot and wet as it snaked mischievously through all her sensitive tissues. When he'd sucked her clit almost to the bursting point, he ran his tongue down over her swollen red labia, sending shivers of joy through her quaking body. His tongue tickled down even further, wriggling naughtily into her anus and briefly reaming her of her pungent juices. Mona shrieked with joy. Curt then snaked his tongue upward again, through her sensitive labial folds, and located her dripping hot cunt mouth. He slammed his tongue into her as deep as he could go.
"OOOOO," wailed Mona. She was helpless to resist him now. She wouldn't have cared if the whole city was watching and taking pictures, she couldn't have stopped. She flung her legs obscenely wide apart, giving Curt plenty of room to work. He plunged a finger into her asshole and began working it stiffly in and out like a miniature cock. With his other hand he started to rub and tweak her clit, and with his stiff little tongue he probed and licked her boiling cunt till Mona thought she'd faint with joy.
"Oh, my darling;" she whimpered, "I can't stand it another second. I've got to have you!"
The words were out almost before she knew it. She hadn't meant to say such a thing, but there it was. Everyone had heard Mona say that she wanted her son to ball her. She blushed scarlet. Curt raised his freckled face, shiny with her cream, and grinned triumphantly at her.
"Right, Mom," he said, "whatever you want."
"Curt, wait-" Mona tried to hold him off, blushing furiously and pushing at his shoulders, but Curt was not to be denied. Dizzily she watched him wedge his slim young pelvis between her cushiony thighs, and she felt his hard little prick jabbing blindly and frantically in her puffed labial folds, seeking her cunt. "No, Curt, wait," she said desperately. "I didn't mean it that way. I don't really think we should do this I mean-"
"Exactingly what did you mean, Mona?" said Kris. Close to cumming, his aching meat working deeply into Liz' luscious little vagina, he nevertheless paused to give Curt some help. "Come on, level with us. Level with yourself. You want Curt to fuck you. Don't spoil the progress you've made. Be honest and open. Come on, Mona, you can do it."
There was silence for a moment while Mona struggled with herself. She knew Kris was right. She didn't want to be a phony and a spoilsport. She must overcome this final inhibition. At last she took a deep breath and said, "All right, Curt. Go ahead."
"Right on," Curt said happily. Everyone sighed with relief.
Mona closed her eyes and waited. She felt the red-hot, sharp little tip of Curt's young cock sliding into the mushy valley of her vaginal mouth, then the whole hot length of his rigid little dick shooting up her achingly horny cunt. It felt good. Oh, God, it felt good.
"Yes, darling, yes," she purred. "Fuck me! Fuck me, Curt!"
Curt thought it was impossible to be so happy. His beautiful mother lay limp and willing beneath him, throwing her legs open as wide as she could, begging him to do it to her. Her lovely face was flushed and happy, her eyes glowing with desire for him. With a yelp of joy he began to jab his cock in her wonderfully hot mushy hole, and sharp stabs of pleasure shot up his eager young dick, making a hot melting sensation in his loins. Perhaps he should have made it slower and more gentle for her, but he couldn't seem to control the furious bucking of his hips. His ever instinct was for speed and force and friction. Worriedly he looked down at Mona to see how she was reacting to his fierce humping. Her face was ecstatic. She liked it. Liked it? Hell, she loved it.
"Do it to me, darling," she whimpered, "hard! As hard as you want."
Curt happily obeyed. Meanwhile, Kris and Liz' fucking was getting faster and louder by the second. Stimulated by watching the boy and his mother, they were moved to new heights of horniness, and Kris was literally slamming his big rigid dick in and out of Liz' tiny wet cunt.
"Oh, yes, yes, Daddy," she wailed. "I love it. Give it to me, do it as hard as you can! Ahhhh, God, AAAHHH!"
Liz was the first to cum. There was no doubt in anyone's mind about what was happening to her. Cream gushed from her steaming pussy and ran down her legs, and she clawed the bed frantically and screeched her joy. Her nipping little cunt sucked and tugged at Kris' fat dick, and he felt a stinging sensation in his balls, and then the delicious rush of sperm as he began to shoot load after sizzling load of cum into his daughter's burning receptive cunt. At last he and Liz collapsed heavily onto the bed, panting and sweaty, to watch the conclusion of the scene between Curt and Mona.
Mona was lost to all outside sensation. He legs were high in the air as Curt bounced happily between her thighs. Her eyes rolled crazily in her head, and her groans and cries were hoarse with pleasure as her young son balled her steadily towards orgasm. Curt was hardly less blissful than his mother. His freckled face was flushed with triumph as he screwed her, and he watched with pride as his slimp white cock zipped in and out of her hair-fringed little hole. He knew he'd never have to be jealous of his stepfather again, because he had proof that Mona loved his fucking as much as she loved Kris'. There was no reason for any jealousy in this house, where everyone was free to share and share alike. He'd been a fool to hate Kris. His mother couldn't possibly have made a better choice for a husband. Things were going to be just great from now on, Curt was sure of that.
"Give it to her, son," Kris said approvingly. "Man, I wish I had your energy."
"Dig it, Mona," said Liz. "Isn't he good?"
"The best," wept Mona. "Oh, my God, it's good! Aaahhh!"
Curt felt growing heat deep in his mother's squishy vagina, and he realized she was almost on the point of climax. That made him prouder than ever. He reached under her and grabbed her big quivering buttocks, holding them tightly to steady her writhing hips. He didn't want to be thrown off at this crucial moment. He flattened himself on her, and his flushed face came only up to the huge bouncing globes of her tits. It felt wild to bury his face against all that hot quivering flesh. He felt Mona's wildly creaming cunt growing tighter and tighter around his jabbing little cock, gripping him like a velvet vise. Mona began to wail shrilly.
"Fuck, fuck, FUCK ME!" she shrieked. "I love it, Curt, I love it! Oh, God, you're making me cum! Oh, oh, OOOHHH!"
Curt humped her steadily, sending her into screaming orgasmic convulsions. He felt her scalding cream bursting all around his stiff little penis. Her big beautiful body bounced wildly beneath him, and he was almost thrown off by her frantic bucking. He clung to her tighter and managed to ride out her convulsions. Only when he was certain she was satisfied did he begin to think of his own pleasure. He loved his mother too much to cheat her of her climax.
"Darling," Mona panted, "that was so good."
Only then did Curt abandon himself to pleasure. He dug his fat little cock deep into her hot pulpy passage, screwing her for all he was worth. The hot fierce friction brought him off almost at once. Whining and yelping, he felt sizzling cum shooting from the head of his young cock, squirting against his mother's quaking womb, filling and overflowing her nipping cunt. He yelled his joy as load after load of steaming boy cum shot from his frantically jabbing prick.
At last he collapsed heavily onto Mona's jiggling tits, gasping for breath and drenched with sweat. Mona reached out and caressed his hair. Curt knew he'd never feel unloved again, because his mother had just given him the greatest possible testimony of her love.
Kris was chuckling. He leaned over, kissed Mona, and said, "No more bullshit?"
"No more bullshit," said Mona. "From now on we're one big happy family."
Suddenly Speed leaped onto the bed and seemed to be licking everybody at once. They all began to laugh. "One big happy family, huh?" said Liz. "Does that include the dog?"
Mona blushed but said promptly. "You bet it includes the dog." She gently moved out from under Curt, opened her legs, and said, "Come here, Speed. Nice doggy."
