There is a theory that incestuous desires reside in all human beings and are unacted upon, for the most part, because of the persistent and pervasive social conditioning that oppose their expression.
Those individuals who allow themselves incestual freedom are therefore likely to be either slightly mad or extremely courageous and well balanced, for only such persons have the capacity to oppose the pressures that friends, family, the community, and the law impose.
The incest taboo is one of the most universal human restrictions on sexual activity, and practically all primitive peoples have some sort of taboo concerning sexual intercourse among relatives. In the rest of the animal world incest is practiced without inhibition, even without any indication of instinctive repulsion.
There have been exceptions to the incest taboo in some cultures, of course. Before the advent of Islam, incest was permitted in many Arabic countries, and the Pharaohs of Egypt were compelled to marry their sisters in order to keep the strain pure and the power in the family.
Among certain Polynesian tribes, where incest is subject to severe taboos, coition with otherwise forbidden relatives forms part of a ceremony in religious festivals. The concept of incest is generally wider among primitive tribes and includes all sexual activity within a larger group, regardless of blood relations.
One socio-philosophical line of argument against incest is that the family is a necessary component part of a social body, and incest is a menace to this institution. This line of reasoning doesn't seem to make much sense in this day of the "Pill". (In most literature on the subject, and there is very little available, it seems to be assumed that all incestuous acts will result in a birth, which is a little ridiculous considering the various birth control methods in use today-and the fact that oral and anal sexuality have become so common and declassified as taboo in most quarters.)
A point that one writer on the subject brought out is this: "Moralists have invariably told us that sex is the highest expression of love. They have also led us to expect a loving nudear family. And while they abhor the thought of incest, what is incest anyway other than the fucking among people who presumably share an affectionate and intimate relationship?"
This same writer then went on to make a statement and then ask a few questions: "There are, in fact, too few families that have truly loving relationships. Might that be related to the incest taboo? Might the restrictions that cause the interruption of hugging and nuzzling lead to the restlessness, frustrations and argumentation that characterize American family life? Might families that lay together, stay together?"
While this isn't meant to condone incest in any form, and in no way implies that the publishers even agree with the obvious implications in the above questions, it is true that most people have some very wild and possibly unwanted fantasies at times.
Because, on one hand, most of us find the thought of sexual intercourse with our closest blood relations physically repulsive; on the other hand, the thought of incest on the part of others exerts a strong voyeuristic fascination.
Just about everybody has heard or read of royal incest and legendary tales of incest among the gods. What was a crime for the commoner was often a custom of the king. Law has often been used to divide people and classes. So, looking at the subject one way, it could be possible that some ancient "authority" decided to prohibit incest under severe penalty as a way of granting his royal family greater elevation, ecstasy, and freedom.
In any case, the thought is not the same as the deed, so most people do not have to be concerned-as the beautiful overly sexed young woman was in this novel when her young and handsome nephew came to visit and remained to tempt-
The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Laura Sullivan looked out the window at the house next door. There was no car in the driveway and she knew that Iris hadn't returned from her shopping trip. She wondered if Otis was in his workshop behind the garage, maybe making something on his jig-saw. It wouldn't take long to find out, she thought, hoping that she would find him there alone. She needed him. God, but she needed a man right now!
A thick and tall hedge cut off the view from the neighbors on the right and in the back. Laura gave thanks for that fact as she stepped down off the back porch. The Andersons had moved to California four months before, the old man retiring from the local brick factory and selling out to Otis and Iris Hoffman. It hadn't taken her long to get acquainted with the new neighbors. Both were in their late twenties and they didn't have any children. She and Iris had become quite friendly, but it was Otis and what he had to offer that she wanted right now.
Otis was there working at the jig-saw, as she thought he might be, and she stood nearby until he looked up. He grinned and turned off the motor. She looked at his bare arms covered with sawdust. His gray eyes observed her mockingly and he took a cloth from a bench and began wiping his muscular arms.
"Iris isn't home, is she?" Laura asked, mostly to have something to say.
Otis chuckled, then said, "You know damn well that she isn't or you wouldn't be here, hot-stuff!"
For a moment Laura hated him and hated herself more for being there. Looking at the smirk on his broad face, the way he stood there on thick, sturdy legs, she wished that she could force herself to turn and leave without another word. But there was a need roaring within her, and she reached out and ran her fingers along one of his forearms.
"You know what I want," she said in a low voice.
"And you came to the right place," he said, glancing toward a corner of the workshop. "We had better make it fast, though, because Iris will be home soon."
She watched as he strode to the darkened corner. already loosening his belt. She slowly followed him, relishing every step, the desire building up higher in her body, feeling her nipples stiffening and rubbing against her bra.
There was a pile of gunny sacks that she knew from experience would take some of the hardness out of the concrete floor. She dared not remove her clothes and she wasn't wearing panties. He dropped his pants and shorts and she was surprised to see that he didn't have an erection. She started to pull her dress" up around her waist.
"You had better get me ready with your mouth, Laura. Iris and I ripped off a piece of ass a couple of hours ago and I'm really not in the mood."
Laura had no objections to performing fellatio. She enjoyed the intimate oral act, really, but she didn't like the man's attitude. He seemed to feel that she would be degrading herself by sucking his cock, but all sexual acts seemed natural and normal to her.
"Does Iris suck you off?" she asked, again wishing that she could force herself to run out and leave the hateful man standing there with his prick hanging limply.
"It isn't any of your business what my wife does or doesn't do," Otis said. "I will say that we don't go in for the oral stuff, though, and will also tell you that if you don't suck my cock you won't get fucked. Don't tell me that you don't suck your husband's prick!"
Deciding that she wouldn't tell the bastard a damn thing, and suddenly wanting to feel the organ expanding under her fingers and in her mouth, Laura silently moved forward and dropped to her knees. The sacks lessened the discomfort, but she quickly forgot everything except what she was doing.
His penis was about average, around six inches when she had it thrusting stiffly, and all it took was a few stimulating movements with her fingers to get it hard. Otis had always been quick to ejaculate during the times he had screwed her and she hesitated for a few seconds before taking the swollen glans into her mouth.
She wouldn't have minded taking a load orally, but she wanted to be pronged in her steaming pussy-needed to be fucked in that hot box-and she was sure that Otis wouldn't consent to a second ejaculation even if they had time.
"Stop stalling around and start sucking my meat, Laura! Take my stuff in your mouth and if we have time I'll give you a second load in your twat!"
Laura opened her mouth wide and engulfed the blood-engorged cockhead. Otis gasped. She wrapped the fingers of one hand around the thick base of his shaft and moved her other hand down to his heavy, sperm-laden balls. Enjoying herself, and because of that fact wanting to give as much pleasure as possible, she called upon all the skills she had learned and practiced over the years.
She twirled her tongue while sucking the enlarged crown and squeezed the big hairy testicle sac. Otis put his hands on her head and began making hunching movements. She didn't mind taking the hard meat and muscle deeper, indeed she meant to take the glans into her throat, but she wanted to be in control. She liked to suck cock, not be fucked in the mouth.
So, deciding to let him know that she would bestow the favor only in her own way, she used her teeth just enough to make him stop hunching. She immediately began taking more and more of the rigid shaft into her mouth. His fingers dug into her bobbing scalp, but she didn't mind that. It added to her own pleasure and was a signal that her efforts were being appreciated.
Sensing that Otis had meant to shoot off in her mouth right from the beginning, Laura decided to make him climax as soon as possible, hoping that he would be able to get another hard-on right away. She began taking the knob deeper and working on the hard flesh with her throat muscles with each forward movement, then sucking furiously when only the glans were in her mouth.
"I'm just about to cum, Laura! Don't stop! Don't stop sucking!"
Laura had already felt the telltale expansion signifying that the explosion was only seconds away and she wasn't about to stop sucking. She pulled back and lavished her oral attentions on only the throbbing cockhead, at the same time milking the shaft with her fist and squeezing his nuts with her other hand.
Otis rose on his toes and she followed him upward, keeping a gentle grip on his sperm-filled balls and a firm grip on his rigid rod with her other hand. She tightened her mouth around his swollen cock-head, her cheek muscles bulging with the strains as she sucked faster and more furiously.
His fingers suddenly clawed wildly in her hair. "I'm cumming!" he yelled. "Right now!"
He tensed, then his cock jerked erratically and spurted jets of hot and thick cream into her greedy mouth. She gulped and swallowed and kept right on sucking, squeezing his heavy nuts with her fingers until he pulled his drained and rapidly dwindling organ out of her mouth.
A thin thread of semen connected her lips and his limber cock. It stretched until it broke and she licked her lips in an exaggerated manner while looking up at his face.
"Do you want me to start getting your cock hard right away? Or do you want to wait a couple of minutes?"
"I think we had better call a halt to everything right now," Otis said, averting his eyes. "Iris might return at any moment and-"
"You aren't going to get off that easy," Laura cut in, stretching out on the pile of gunny sacks on her back. "I'm at a point now where I don't give a damn if your wife does catch us."
"How about your husband? I could tell him that you're little more than a whore, you know, and I just might tell him everything if you don't get your butt out of here."
"I'm going to pretend that you didn't say one single word," Laura said, tugging her dress up around her waist and parting her legs. "You had better get a hard-on and give me what I came for, though, or I will tell your wife what we have been doing and how we got started. I'll admit that I was easy, but you did make the first pass, Otis, and my husband will believe anything I tell him. Besides, we don't talk about it, but Roy doesn't keep his cock in his pants while he's on the road."
"Are you telling me that your husband knows about you having sex outside your marriage?" Otis asked, his eyes on Laura's blonde crotch. "He doesn't know about us, does he?"
"I don't tell him everything that I do," Laura said, pleased to see that the sight of her nakedness was causing Otis' penis to start to life. "Haven't you ever tasted a pussy? Aren't you even curious? Why don't you go ahead and give it a try? It would be a secret between just the two of us-and I can tell by your expression that you have given some thought to the subject. If not with me, why not give Iris a break the first chance you get?"
His face flushing, Otis silently dropped down between Laura's widely parted legs. At first she thought that he was going to go down on her. But instead he walked on his knees until his cock was aimed at her steaming snatch. She put a hand down to do the guiding and the organ quickly became completely hard and stiff under her fingers. He remained braced on his hands and arms, his eyes averted, as she placed the cockhead between her moist cuntal lips.
He lowered and shoved his hard cock deep into her clinging cunt as soon as she removed her hand. While thrilling to the sensation of the penetration, she thought about the truth. Despite the fact that she disliked this man she wanted and needed his cock. That was because he and his stiff organ were handy and available and because she had such a great driving need, but she knew that that didn't really excuse the lack of character that her actions represented.
Then, as Otis lowered his chest and began slow in-and-out thrusts, she forgot everything except the truly glorious pleasure of being fucked. She began moving with his steady strokes, dimly thinking that since he had already ejaculated she might be able to enjoy two blissful releases before he shot off again.
He lowered his head beside hers, his breathing loud in her ear, and slipped his hands down to her hips. She wasn't surprised that he hadn't kissed her and she didn't expect him to do so even in the heat of passion. Not after she had sucked his cock. They had never done much kissing, anyway. He obviously felt guilty about cheating on his wife-and their brief fucking sessions had always been fast and right there on the pile of gunny sacks.
He had always been quick to ejaculate and she had never been completely satisfied. That wasn't anything unusual, though, as she often wondered if she could ever really be completely satisfied by any man-or by any number of men.
Otis suddenly quickened his thrusts and Laura knew that he was already starting the dash toward a climax. She had been coasting, holding back, thinking that he would last much longer, undecided about having an orgasm because she was afraid that it would trigger his spurting finish. Now, not wanting to be left hanging, she began hunching along with the faster pace and started wriggling her ass.
Otis suddenly groaned loudly, thrust his cock to the hilt, held there, then groaned again as his prick exploded and flooded Laura's clasping cunt with hot cream. She clutched at his shoulders with her fingers, arched upward, and moaned as she shuddered through an orgasm.
She was still squirming her ass when he used force and roughly freed himself from her clutching fingers and clamped thighs. He struggled to his feet and stood looking down at her. She closed her eyes and managed to quiet her trembling body, hating his guts for the way he had treated her.
When she opened her eyes he was back at the jigsaw preparing to go back to work. She slowly got to her feet and straightened her dress. She stood there looking at him without speaking, and he turned on the motor and bent his head to his work. She hurried out of the workshop and ran home. There, a hot and then cold shower eased some of the tension out of her body.
She dried herself and stood in front of the full-length mirror, admiring her naked body and almost hating it at the same time. Her stomach was flat and her round breasts with the swollen nipples were firm and youthful. Her waist was slender, her hips flared just right, her thighs were firm and rounded, and her legs were long and shapely.
She thought of Judy, her so-called maid, and almost wished that she hadn't given the lovely girl a few days off. Females also failed to relieve her completely, but they were fun-and Judy was a darling. She remembered that Roy was going to be home that night and hoped that he would be able to last at least a couple of rounds. She quickly dressed and hurried to the kitchen.
As Laura prepared dinner-put the beef roast in the oven, peeled the potatoes, and did the many other things necessary for a perfect meal-she thought of her husband and their life together.
And, as always, she thanked her lucky stars that she had met Roy. He seemed to understand her, he even knew that it was impossible to completely satisfy her sexually, but he had never raised hell with her-and seldom asked questions. She wondered if he realized the truth about Judy, and even as she wondered, she was sure that he couldn't help but know. He had caught them kissing one day and had laughed and passed it off as a joke.
She was sure that Roy didn't really love her, just as she was sure that he still loved his deceased wife. She sometimes wondered why he let her stay around. She didn't feel that the fact that he put up with her ways was a weakness, though. It was more like charity and pity and maybe even because he liked her. Oh, well, Laura thought with a little sigh, there hadn't been any scandal, and if she could help it there never would be.
* * *
Roy arrived home at six o'clock and Laura had dinner ready to put on the table. He kissed her on the cheek and she suddenly felt like crying when she thought of the session with the neighbor. He told her that he had just closed a big sale, which would mean a sizeable bonus, as he had sold the owner of four supermarkets. She told him that was great and kissed him on the mouth. He playfully patted her ass and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.
Roy represented one of the largest roofing companies in the country, and Laura was proud of his salesmanship. That was how she had met him. She had been working in an office and had accepted the first time he had asked for a date.
She had also willingly had sex with him in the back seat of his car. She had actually been the aggressor, telling him what she needed shortly after he had taken her into his arms and kissed her. Afterward, she had tried to explain her boldness, but he had just laughed and said that the desire had been mutual.
The next time he had come through, two weeks later, he had asked her to marry him. Love hadn't even been mentioned. She had again tried to explain about herself, warn him, but he had said that he wasn't exactly an angel and she had wanted the security of marriage. She had tried to make him a good wife, and she had in many ways.
Sometimes he would laughingly say that in some ways she was too much of a good thing, and she knew that one reason he liked his job was because he was on the road and away from home a lot. She knew that he made it with other women-he had even as much as told her that-but she had long ago tried to stop digging too deeply into the reasons for the actions of ordinary human beings.
Just live for the day and sometimes just by the hour was about all she could do, and sometimes she actually looked forward to growing old and leaving the sex life behind. But she didn't think like that very often. She knew that without sex she wouldn't be interested in much of anything.
They ate in the dining room, as they always did when Roy was home. He told about various things that had taken place on the road for the past four days, and she listened with genuine interest. As usual he didn't ask any questions as to how she had spent her time, and also as usual he complimented her on her excellent cooking.
Laura smiled her thanks and refused his offer to help with the dishes. She prided herself on being a good housekeeper and soon joined her husband in the living room. He was watching a situation comedy show on television. She sat down quietly and got more pleasure out of watching Roy enjoy the show than she did the program.
She wondered if he wanted to go to bed early, and hated to ask, but she knew that he would be leaving fairly early the next morning. As the comedy show ended, an hour drama started and Roy continued to watch; she began to get impatient. She tried to lose herself in the play and finally did get interested, and during one of the many commercials she went to the kitchen to make coffee.
She served coffee twice and when the eleven o'clock news ended, she said, "If you're going to hit the road early in the morning maybe we had better go to bed, Roy."
"You're right," he said. "I meant to be in bed by ten, at the latest. You can sit up and watch the late show, though."
"I'm a little tired," she said, standing up. "I went for a long walk this morning." She saw the question in his eyes. "Judy's mother became ill and I let her take my car for a few days."
"Oh," he said. "Well, I'll take a quick shower and turn in."
Laura gathered up the coffee cups and took them to the kitchen. She quickly rinsed them in the sink, then hurried down the hall to their room. She began to undress and noticed that her hands were trembling. She wished that Roy would hurry and she hoped that he didn't think he was going to be able to sleep right away.
Roy was forty-five, but his body was still lean and young-looking. Laura knew that the great difference in their ages wouldn't cause any trouble if she wasn't so damn over-sexed. But they both had to face the truth that she was twenty years younger.
She took off all her clothes and sat down on the bench in front of the vanity and examined her face. Her blonde hair, cut rather short, outlined her round features, and she looked into the reflected blue eyes and decided the twenty-five years had been very kind to her in one way. She couldn't find a flaw, not a wrinkle, and she had been told many times that she was very pretty.
She brushed her hair, then used a little perfume, dabbing just a drop between her poking breasts. She glanced at the bed, thought of the pleasure she should soon be enjoying and her nipples jumped to attention without being touched. She went over and turned back the sheet and stood there listening. She heard him shower just down the hell, felt a surge of excitement throughout her body, and crawled under the sheet.
On her back, she put her hands on her hard-nippled breasts, closed her eyes and waited. She hoped that Roy would come in without a word and use his lips and his tongue to give her pleasure before slipping the meat to her. She heard him moving about and hoped that he would leave the light on. If he did, it would mean that he was just as ready as she was and would give her pleasure and try his best to satisfy her.
A warm glow began spreading all over her body, branching out from her loins, but she forced herself to remain still, waiting and anticipating. She thought of the many times she had waited in such a manner, almost feeling her good-looking, dark-eyed, dark-haired husband's expert hands, his lips, his tongue, his hard penis.
Almost by instinct Laura suddenly opened her eyes. She saw Roy's hand reaching for the light switch. She jerked upright, almost shouting, "No!"
Roy grinned and dropped his hand. She fell back on the bed and smiled as he walked toward her. He removed his robe. His cock was thrusting stiffly. He wasn't a giant among men, but his organ was longer than average when in an erect state. She was sure that he hadn't had sex that day-not with his lovely prick already hard before he even touched her.
Sometimes she had to work on him to get him ready-and she suddenly wished that she hadn't had sex that day, either.
Roy was looking at her jutting breasts. "I was just teasing you, baby. I guess I shouldn't have wasted so much time watching the boob tube."
"Make it last and last," she whispered, kicking the sheet from her lower body. "Do me, honey. Do me in all the wonderful ways!"
Roy silently joined Laura on the bed. He straddled her naked body on his hands and knees. She pulled his face down and shoved her tongue into his hot mouth. He sucked on her tongue and lifted one hand to caress and fondle her throbbing breasts. She began to squirm her ass when he gently pinched a sensitive nipple. He pulled his mouth and tongue from hers and moved a little lower on the bed. She gasped as he lowered his opened mouth and popped an erect nipple inside and licked around and around.
"That feels great," she said. "Oh, that feels so wonderful!"
Roy sucked and tongued the stiff spike, managing to get a great deal of the resilient mound into his mouth. Laura put her hands on his head and ran her fingers through his hair. She felt that she could spasm without even being touched below if he continued with the lavish licking and sucking for a minute or two.
He soon left that hard and tingling tip and trailed his moist, parted lips and darting tongue down into the deep valley. Then he licked his way up to the stiffened nipple on the other jutting mound. He just as expertly worked on that extended tip and surrounding firm flesh.
"That feels so damn good," Laura whispered, digging her fingers into his scalp.
Roy lifted his mouth and jabbed his tongue lightly against the erect nipple. She began to roll her hips slightly and resisted the urge to put pressure on his head. She had learned long before that it added greatly to the pleasure if there was a certain amount of stalling around before the actual lapping.
Soon Roy left Laura's throbbing breasts and started a zig-zag trail down across her flat stomach. She sucked in her breath and removed her fingers from his hair when he reached her belly button. He kissed and tongued around that shallow indentation, then jabbed his tongue inside it a few times.
He went lower and she wasn't disappointed when he skirted around the blonde bush and her pulsating pussy. She had waited a long time for what was going to happen soon, and now the waiting had turned into a kind of sweet agony.
He kissed and licked down one thigh to her knee. She moved helpfully when he pushed her legs apart, but he continued his oral attentions on down to her ankle. Then he moved over to her other ankle and worked his way back up that long leg to her other hip.
Moving until his mouth was directly over her quivering slit, he said, "Tell me what I'm going to do to you now, baby."
His warm breath made her tremble all over. "You're going to stick your tongue in my cunt and lap my clit, honey!"
"I don't mind telling you that you have the sweetest pussy I have ever tasted," Roy said, lifting his face and grinning. "I just wish that I could keep you completely happy."
Laura met her husband's gleaming eyes. She knew that he was talking about sexual happiness. Not knowing what to say, she closed her eyes and remained silent.
"I want you to know that I'm always happy to come home to you, Laura. I also want you to know that no matter what you do it won't change that fact." Roy chuckled. "And that's enough of the feeble attempt at sweet talk!"
Laura opened her eyes just as Roy lowered his face. She moaned as his hot tongue licked her cunt-lips, then snaked into her hot, juicy pussy. He probed deep, using the flat of his tongue like a paint brush to swab the tender folds of flesh.
His hands moved from her hips to her ass. She arched upward as he tilted her cunt at an angle which made it easier for him to get at her clitoris. She shuddered all over as his tongue flicked at the elongated passion-button.
She was already balanced right on the brink of an orgasm. When he enclosed the tense bump of sensitive flesh with his lips and began sucking, she started cumming. Racking spasms seized control of her body. His tongue continued lapping while his lips greedily sucked. She bucked and lurched and tossed wildly while she grabbed his hair and then dug her fingernails into his bobbing scalp.
He sucked and lapped her through a series of spasmodic releases. Each new one seemed to feel stronger than the last. She moaned and cried out as the rippling waves of ecstasy went on and on. He finally lifted his face, licked his wet lips, and said that he would try and fuck her through another series of climaxes.
He had been moving and positioning himself between her legs while speaking. She put a hand down to do the guiding. She could feel his hard cock throbbing and was sure that he wouldn't be able to last long. She almost wished that he had fucked another woman that day. He could last a lot longer if he had recently ejaculated. She didn't want to ask for another pronging. Cuntlapping was good, great, but there was nothing better than a hard pistoning prick-
Laura moaned with pleasure as the swollen cock-head slipped into her hot, succulent cunt. Braced on his hands and arms, Roy slowly pushed the rest of his rigid tool into her palpitating channel. Again she moaned, then told him how wonderful it felt to be plugged with his hard cock.
His throbbing prick all the way in, his dark eyes glazed with passion, he lowered his chest against her tingling breasts. She felt the nipples dig into his flesh. She returned his brief kiss, then gripped his shoulders with her fingers when he buried his face beside hers.
He began slow and steady strokes and she answered with counterstrokes of her own. She also wriggled her ass against the mattress and whispered that she was already about to go off. He slipped his hands down and gripped her hips.
"I'll try and hold back," he said, his breath warm on her ear. "Go ahead and cum right away, though, as I can't promise not to cum."
"Give it to me," she said. "Slam it to me!"
Roy answered only with his body and his pistoning cock. While he pounded away at her, slipping his hands around and under and clasping her ass, she wrapped her legs around his narrow waist. She crossed and locked her ankles and worked on his hard cock with her inner muscles. She knew that she had made a mistake when she heard him say that he didn't think he could hold back. She turned her inner motor off and tried to check her own mad dash to an orgasm, thinking that might delay his spurting finish.
But she knew before he told her that he was past the point of no return. She told him that was all right, meaning it at the moment, and began using her inner muscles again to give him more pleasure.
He quickened the tempo of his powerful thrusts and somehow drove his cock even deeper into her clasping cunt. She eagerly hunched up to take him right to the hilt and grind their pubic hairs together.
She felt the telltale swelling of his cock and moved even more wildly, both inwardly and outwardly. Suddeny his hot sperm sprayed into her snapping snatch, she came with him, and the mutual climax was pure ecstasy. But seconds later she couldn't keep from wishing that they could take the entire delightful trip again.
CHAPTER TWO
Roy went to the bathroom first and then Laura took her turn. The cold shower felt good after the warm bath, and when she returned Roy was sleeping. She snapped out the light and got in beside him and cuddled up to his back. She tried to sleep, but soon knew that it was useless to even think about sleeping.
She finally decided that maybe if she got a bite to eat she could then go to sleep. She slipped out of bed, found her robe in the darkness, and went through the dark house to the kitchen. She opened the door of the refrigerator without turning on the overhead light. The tiny bulb inside cast a dim light and almost without thinking she took a beer. She popped the top and quietly opened the back door and stepped out on the porch.
There were no lights on in the neighboring houses and a pale moon was almost directly overhead. She sat down on the top step and sipped the beer and wondered if Otis and Iris were asleep. The thought of Otis and the way he had acted that afternoon made her feel a kind of hate, but at the same time she wished that she could use him and his cock for a few minutes.
She wondered how often Otis and Iris had sex and thought that it would serve Otis right if she blabbed to Iris. That bastard Otis was like a rabbit. Like a little boy rabbit, really, and she wouldn't let him fuck her again unless he went down on her first.
She decided that if it wasn't for Roy she might try whoring. For the pleasure more than for the money, of course. Of course! The thought almost made her laugh. She had always been free with her favors and probably always would be. She finished the beer and decided she had better go back to bed. She couldn't disturb Roy again, but he should be ready by morning.
What was she going to do the next week or ten days? Roy had said that he would be gone that long this time. This was Friday, Saturday morning now, and Judy should be back Sunday afternoon. She thought of the girl for a while and opened her robe and let the cool night breeze play over her nakedness. She wondered if she should go see a doctor. Her feelings, her desires, were getting more and more difficult to control-and to bear. She thought of the whiskey in the house. One little shot wouldn't do any harm. She had better not take a chance on getting started drinking, though.
Laura looked into the dark shadows and wondered if there were any prowlers around. It might be fun to slip around in the darkness. If she had been born a man she could walk around on the streets and maybe pick up a woman. She leaned back on the porch and let the robe stay open and looked up at the moon and wondered how it would be to be raped-then suddenly wondered if she was losing her mind.
She closed her eyes and felt the wind blowing over her body, then suddenly opened them and sat up, deciding that she would have just one drink. In the kitchen she felt around in the dark, located a bottle, and took a shot without bothering to get a glass.
The strong drink hit her stomach and the warmth seemed to flow out in all directions. She decided that taking a shot of whiskey was something like taking a man-warm and glowing. God, she thought, maybe she was going nuts!
Successfully fighting off the urge to take another drink, she started back to the bedroom. On the way she slipped out of her thin robe and carried it over her arm, enjoying the sensation of walking through the dark in the nude.
Roy was still sleeping, snoring softly, and she slipped in beside him, feeling almost safe and secure. She was glad she hadn't done anything foolish because it had entered her mind to go in search of a man and the sex she still needed and wanted.
Everything would be all right in the morning, she told herself. The one beer and the one drink wouldn't do any harm and might have even done her some good. She had to watch the drinking, though. It was too easy for her to drink too much.
She put a hand on her husband's shoulder, slowly and gently, and waited for the time to get him up to leave. Maybe he would feel up to one more session. She stared into the darkness, pleased and happy that she had made it back to bed safe and sound and sober.
* * *
After breakfast Laura walked outside with her husband, kissed him, then waved goodbye as he drove away in his late model station wagon. Then she went back to the kitchen and sat at the table and had more coffee.
She was sleepy, not having slept a wink all night. She remembered drifting through the house like a nude nut and the long hours as she waited for the time to get her husband up to leave. Not long after daylight he had rolled over on his back. She had gotten his cock hard with her mouth and fingers, then straddled him, taking him before he was really wide awake.
Finishing her coffee, Laura wondered how she was going to kill the day. She thought about baking a cake, the kind Judy liked, but the idea didn't appeal to her at all. She decided to go lie down and see if she could take a nap.
She was wearing a blue quilted robe, naked underneath, and she wandered into the living room and stretched out on the couch. She closed her eyes and almost cursed her still smoldering passion, her wild desire, and tried to make her mind go blank. Seconds after she closed her eyes the telephone began ringing.
Thinking it might be Judy, hoping the girl hadn't wrecked the car or hurt herself, Laura quickly sat upright and scooted to the end of the couch. Her fingers trembled slightly as she picked up the receiver. She felt a sense of relief as she recognized her older sister's voice.
"Is there anything wrong, Helen? You call so seldom, I mean, and-"
"Nothing really all that serious, Laura. Well, in a way it's serious, of course. I called to see if you would do me a favor."
Laura had never liked to be put on a spot in such a manner. But she couldn't very well turn her sister down, no matter what the favor might be. Helen had done too much for her in the past. After hesitating for a few seconds, Laura said that she would be glad to do the favor if at all possible.
"We have been having a little trouble with Randy," Helen said. "You know how teen-agers are. He and his father had a few words and-well, Cliff and I talked it over and thought it would be a good idea for Randy to visit you for a few weeks this summer. Will it be all right if I put him on a bus this morning? He will arrive sometime this evening and I'll tell him to take a cab to your place."
The last had been a statement instead of a question and Laura wondered what the hell she would do with a young boy around the house. The kid would cramp her style, that was for damn sure, and she and Judy would have to sneak around-
"Are you still there, Laura?"
"Yes," Laura said, knowing that she couldn't refuse her sister. "I'll be looking for Randy this evening."
"Good! It might be quite late. I'll give him plenty of spending money. I'll keep in touch by phone and I really appreciate this, Laura. How's Roy?"
"Just fine," Laura said.
"That's good," Helen said. "I'll get Randy on the next bus then. Bye for now and thanks."
Laura said goodbye and slowly replaced the receiver when she heard the click on the other end. She again stretched out on the couch, again wondering how she was going to handle things with her young nephew living with her for a few weeks. She would have to be extra careful and not let him find out the truth about Judy.
Helen had always been a strait-laced person, almost prudish really, and it would never do for Randy to get wise and carry back tales to his mother. Laura had always been very careful about keeping her own sexual activities from Helen.
Even during her own early teens, while she and Helen had been living together after their parents died, she had managed to keep her sexual escapades hidden from her sister. Helen had been more like a mother actually, as there was an eleven year difference in their ages.
Helen was thirty-six, but she was still a very attractive woman. At least she had been a couple of years before, Laura thought. It had been that long since they had seen each other. They did talk quite regularly on the phone, though.
Helen's husband, Cliff Fielding, wasn't a bad looking fellow. He was quite handsome, in fact. He was two years older than Helen. Laura had caught some hot-eyed looks he had given her legs and ass, but he at least pretended to be just about as strait-laced as his wife.
Randy was sixteen now, almost seventeen. Two years could make a hell of a lot of difference in him, Laura thought. He had been a skinny kid a couple of years ago. Very quiet, he was apparently the brainy, studious type, and she hadn't paid much attention to him.
Well, she would think about her young nephew and the problems he might cause later, Laura decided. Things always seemed to have a way of working out okay and right then she was too sleepy to think about much of anything.
The next thing Laura knew the ringing of the front doorbell had brought her upright. She glanced at the grandfather clock and saw that she had been sleeping for about three hours. She swung from the couch and pulled the robe close around her body, remembering that she wore nothing underneath. She adjusted the belt carefully, then patted and fluffed up her hair.
Hurrying across the room she saw a reflection of herself in a wall mirror. She was pleased to see that her eyes weren't puffed from sleep-or the lack of sleep. She opened the door and a young man stood there, holding an attache case and some other object in his hand, but her eyes were drawn to his bright blue eyes and his smiling and moving lips.
"I hope I'm not disturbing you," he said. He laughed. "And I guess I am! But I have this chemically treated cloth that cuts dusting time in half. It automatically cleans and polishes while it absorbs dust. This guaranteed products comes in this handle-bag plastic storage pouch and includes two plastic gloves. It sells for only three dollars and I would be glad to give a demonstration. It can be used on furniture, woodwork, and appliances."
The handsome young man stopped his sales pitch and stood there waiting and smiling and only then did she drop her eyes to the plastic pouch he had mentioned. She looked back to his face and judged him to be about her own age. Suddenly she wanted to talk to him, get to know him, find out if he was really as happy as he acted and looked. She told herself that his good looks had nothing to do with it.
"I suppose we could use one here," she said, surprised at the tremor in her voice. Then, not trusting herself, she quickly added, "However, I don't think I'll bother-not today. Some other time, perhaps."
The young man laughed again and she liked the pleasant sound very much. "Thanks for your time," he said, cheerfully. "I'm afraid that I won't be back again, though. I'll be moving on later today."
She had put out a hand to close the door. Curious, she asked, "Moving on?"
"I travel around in a panel truck fixed up as a camper and to be honest with you I'm trying to get expense money to leave this town."
"You travel around in a truck selling dust cloths?" Laura asked, feeling foolish immediately afterward for repeating the man's words.
"Right now that's what I'm selling," he said, grinning. "Sometimes I sell, or try to sell, other things and I have to take a job at times."
"That must be a great life," she said. "I'll take a dust cloth. Come on in while I get the money."
She turned and walked over and sat down on the couch and took her handbag from the end table. The young man entered and stood just inside the doorway. He was wearing neatly pressed gray slacks and a clean white sport shirt. He had dark brown hair and his arms, neck and face were a golden tan. She suddenly felt a desire for him that was nearly overpowering.
"Close the door and sit down," she said. "Would you like some coffee?"
He looked at her for a moment, questioningly, and then closed the door. He sat on a straight-back chair and placed the attache case and the plastic pouch on the carpet beside the chair.
"I just had coffee a few blocks back," he said. "At that little cafe down the street."
"I don't suppose you're married," she said, holding the handbag in her lap, stalling, wondering how to go about letting him know that she was available for some heated action.
He grinned and she noticed his white teeth against the tan. "No," he said. "I have come fairly close a few times, but I've been lucky so far."
"I'm not sure I like the way you said that," she said, smiling and crossing her legs. "My husband's a salesman, too. In fact, he's out on the road now."
Her robe had parted, exposing one leg all the way to her upper thigh, and she didn't pull the garment back in place. His eyes dropped to her exposed flesh, his face flushed slightly, but he remained silent.
"My husband's in roofing," she said. "He says it isn't much harder to sell something big than it is a small item. Why don't you handle a larger product and spend your time-well, more profitably?"
"I'm mostly interested in getting food and gas money," he said, lifting his eyes to hers. "I'm not much of a salesman anyway, as you can easily tell. Besides, I would have to connect with some big company and stick with them for years, probably staying in one area, and I like to ramble."
"It must be a nice life," she said. "Moving around like that, being free."
"I enjoy myself," he said, dropping his eyes to her exposed flesh again. "I have fun. Most of the time, anyway. Sometimes I think that's the most important thing in life. Having fun, I mean. I try not to hurt anybody with my fun, of course. You know what I mean. That's one reason I'm not married. I'm not very stable."
"It's commendable to admit one's faults," she said, putting the handbag back on the end table after taking out a twenty dollar bill. "I suppose you have known many females during your travels."
"I've known my fair share," he said, again meeting her eyes. "I've had my share of that kind of fun, I mean, but I try to be very cautious at all times. Meaning, of course, that I don't want any trouble and if you're just getting your kicks by teasing me-"
"I'm not teasing," Laura cut in, putting the twenty on the table and getting to her feet. She slipped out of the robe, tossed it aside, stood there for his inspection for a few seconds, then tried to be as graceful as possible while dropping down on the carpet.
Still staring at her nakedness, the young man got to his feet. There was a big bulge in the front of his slacks. He silently began shucking out of his clothes. She sat up to watch, the fires blazing within, her lust overcoming all feelings of shame for her aggressive actions.
When he was naked, his blue eyes gleaming, his hard cock poking, she lowered her upper body back down on the thick carpet and parted her legs. He quickly moved forward and dropped down to mount her. She didn't mind that he didn't go down on her. She was eager to be fucked by his big stiff prick. The organ was very thick and had to be at least eight inches in length.
He let her do the guilding. He also took it easy when she removed her fingers from the rigid shaft. He shoved the hard flesh and muscle to her slowly, blending his little groans of pleasure with her moans as her clinging cunt closed around his delightful dick.
When he was balls deep, his blue eyes blazing, he lowered his chest to her spiked breasts and his parted lips to hers. She darted her tongue and his was right there to meet it. He began pumping, his hands going down to her hips, and he hadn't made more than ten strokes, with her meeting each one, when she started cumming.
She broke the tongue-lashing kiss and rolled her head from side to side on the carpet. He pronged her fast and furiously, holding onto her racing hips, and when she stopped shuddering his big cock was still hard and stiff.
He lifted and met her eyes, leaving his cock buried deep, his own eyes filmed with passion. She clamped down with her inner muscles and milked his prick for a few seconds. He closed his eyes until she stopped snapping.
"You were hot and ready," he said.
"I'm always ready," she said, gazing into his eyes. "I don't even know your name."
"I think it's better that way," he said. "I'm going to start trying like hell to forget you just as quickly as possible." He chuckled. "Not that I really think that I'll be successful!"
"No more talk," she said, closing her eyes. "Just fuck me and call it fun, fun, fun!"
He lowered his head beside hers, moved his hands around and under and grasped her ass, and began pumping. She picked up the rhythm, thrilling to the wondrous pleasure, and hoped that he would stay with her long enough to give her two loads.
He fucked her for all of five minutes before he whispered in her ear that he was getting close to cumming. She had been holding back, wanting to have an orgasm, but afraid that to do so would cause him to lose control.
She told him that she was ready and put her inner muscles into motion. She squeezed on the hard tool as it plowed her hot box, anxious to feel the hot cream flood her already juicy cunt. She also kept up the rhythmic counter-thrusts and started the wildly wonderful dash to her own orgasm.
Laura saw a movement by the door leading to the kitchen and it was Iris, wide-eyed and staring. At the same time she felt the strong young man start his final drive. She waved the white-faced neighbor woman away with one hand and hunched to the big pistoning cock wildly as she felt the telltale expansion.
Laura closed her eyes and clamped her teeth down over her full lower lip to keep from crying out as she felt the big cock jerking erratically, then felt the gushing of the scalding sperm. The ejaculation made her giddy with sensual feeling and she spun off into rippling waves of orgasmic pleasure.
The handsome young man kissed her lightly on the lips, then quickly withdrew his limber organ. He settled back on his haunches and she told him that she would bring a wash cloth. His eyes averted, he said that would be fine.
She cupped her crotch with a hand, got to her feet, and hurried to the bathroom. While carefully cleaning herself at the wash basin, taking the time to perch her butt and do a good job, she thought of Iris. She would have to go next door and face her neighbor as soon as the young man left. She didn't know what the hell she would say, but she would have to say some damn thing.
Getting a clean towel and a wet wash cloth, Laura hurried back to the living room, eager for more sex with the handsome young man. She wanted to suck his big cock. She would let him do anything he wanted to do, for that matter. She would even let him fuck her in the ass if he liked to go that route-
Laura stopped in the doorway, staring, disappointed, not wanting to believe that she had been deserted. She went on into the large room and saw that the twenty dollar bill was still on the table. The salesman hadn't left a dust cloth, either. Staring at the closed door, she slumped down in an easy chair, thinking that maybe the young man hadn't wanted to insult her by giving her a three dollar item for her favors. She sighed, thinking that she had at least retained her amateur status.
Laura thought of Iris again and quickly got to her feet. What a damn fool thing she had done-forgetting to lock the back door. Her neighbor had often come over for coffee, not even bothering to knock, and this time Iris had certainly gotten an eyeful! The shapely redhead had probably hauled ass home and was even then being pronged by Otis. That's what she would have done had she unexpectedly observed such an exciting sight, Laura thought to herself.
Taking the towel and wash cloth back to the bathroom, Laura washed her flushed face, then decided to take a shower. In the stall, working up a soapy lather on her feverish body, she thought about masturbating. She had seldom fingered herself during the last few years, having discovered that such self-induced orgasms usually left her more frustrated than ever.
Besides, there was usually a man or a woman around to have and use before she got that desperate. In her younger days she had finger-fucked the hell out of herself. Many times she had used things other than her finger, too!
Laura had been caressing her soapy, hard-nippled breasts. She stepped back under the spray of warm water, rinsed, then stood under a cold spray for a minute or two. Out of the stall, she got a towel and gave herself a brisk rubdown, thinking that she should be thankful for the unexpected fucking session she had enjoyed so very much.
She decided to have a cup of coffee and then get dressed and go over to have a talk with Iris. After all, they were neighbors and friends and they could have a womanly talk. She thought about Otis and their relationship and told herself she could be thankful that Iris hadn't caught her with Otis. Still, the workshop was the only place she had made it with him and he had never come to the house alone.
Laura stopped in the kitchen doorway. Her thoughts, and it seemed her entire body, jolted by the sight of Iris sitting at the kitchen table-
CHAPTER THREE
Iris was taking a sip of coffee. She put the cup down, her eyes going to Laura's jutting breasts and then down to the blonde triangle. Laura forced a smile, wondering if she should go get a robe and cover her nakedness.
"That was quite a show," Iris said, putting the cup down and meeting Laura's eyes. "You both should get some kind of an award for such an excellent performance."
The tall, rather plain-looking young woman laughed and Laura got a clean cup from the cupboard. She sat down across from Iris and the redhead picked up the electric coffee pot from the table and poured.
"Thank you," Laura said, feeling the green eyes on her breasts again, suddenly wondering if Iris had ever made the gay scene.
"The action was simply marvelous, Laura. Very exciting, I mean, and I was almost tempted to tap the young man on the shoulder and ask for seconds!"
"You talk as if seeing such a thing was old stuff to you," Laura said, taking a sip of the hot black coffee. "How many such acts have you observed. How many couples, I mean."
"I've been around, as the saying goes," Iris said, laughing. "My face may be plain, but my body doesn't come out so badly in comparison with yours, Laura."
"I don't quite see what that has to do with what you saw, Iris, but I think you have a very nice shape."
"My titties are just a trifle too small," Iris said, glancing at Laura's poking mounds. "More than a trifle, really. However, I pinched and squeezed and massaged, personally and with a great deal of help from others, and it never made them any bigger. Just more sensitive. I even tried that fake bust cream and-well, I do have nice legs and my hips are okay. You can really let yourself go all out, can't you? Jesus, just watching and listening for such a short time made me almost cream my panties!"
"You surprise me," Laura said. "What do I do now? Prepare myself for a showdown with my husband?"
"I was wondering more about what my husband might have to say," Iris said. "After all, he might feel cheated since you saw fit to let a stranger have you on your living room carpet instead of going to couple with him on your gunny sack bed of love."
"How long have you known about that?" Laura asked, surprised by the redhead's calmness.
"Otis seems to be one of those rare men with the compulsion to confess," Iris said, looking at Laura and smiling. "Last night, almost in tears and while trying to get sufficiently aroused to carry out his duties as a husband, he blurted out that you had practically raped him, not once, but repeatedly, and over a period of weeks."
"You continue to surprise me," Laura said, smiling. "Amaze might be a better word. What did you do after Otis blabbed?"
"He has always been backward with anything having to do with sex. I always held back, figuring that oral sex might turn him off, but after he blabbed, as you called it, I got up the nerve to make some demands. Luckily, it turned out that he liked muff-diving after I talked him into giving it a try. We enjoyed a sixty-nine, too-so I guess I should be thanking you."
"I don't know what to say," Laura said after a short silence. "I am glad that I didn't foul up your marriage, though."
"Hell, you improved the marriage!" Iris exclaimed. "Otis is something of a jerk, really, but he has always been good to me in things not having to do with sex. Now that he has lost his inhibitions I might not have to cheat on him so often. I won't blab to your husband, of course. How is Roy in bed? Or out of bed, for that matter!"
"We get along fine in all the ways," Laura said, not wanting to talk about Roy.
After a short silence, Iris said. "I've wondered about Judy, Laura."
"What do you mean?"
"I just wondered if she means to come back," Iris said. "To work for you, I mean. I've been thinking about getting a maid."
Laura thought she understood exactly what Iris was getting at and she eyed the redhead, just a little amused, and decided that things were happening a little too fast.
"Judy just went to visit her mother, Iris. Her mother has been ill. I expect her back by tomorrow night. She hasn't called and did promise to phone if she couldn't make it. Her mother is apparently getting along all right and she does have my car so she will be back soon."
"Judy's a very pretty girl," Iris said. "I saw you kissing her, Laura. On the stairs one day."
"So?" Laura said, smiling. "I consider her my friend and I kiss all my friends, Iris. Aren't you my friend?"
Iris blushed and Laura decided the redhead wasn't really so plain, after all. She hadn't meant to tease, and she wasn't sure that it would be wise to become involved with Iris-if what she suspected was true
-but she certainly wouldn't mind making it with her shapely neighbor.
"I'm your friend, Laura, and I hope we will always be friends."
"So do I," Laura said. "Tell Otis not to worry about me bothering him any more. Kiss and tell, we used to call it when I was a girl, and I never did like that."
"I won't even tell him about our talk," Iris said. "I think I prefer to hold something over his head. Was the young man a salesman?"
"Yes, but he got away in such a hurry I didn't get a chance to buy anything. I wanted to make it with him again."
"I could really go for him myself."
"I'll bet you could," Laura said, laughing. "But I doubt very much that he will be back so I guess you're out of luck where that's concerned. I guess I could make a suggestion that might interest you, though."
"I'm listening," Iris said, her green eyes glittering. "Otis went to play golf and he won't be back for hours."
Deciding to stop sparring around, but not sure that she should speak bluntly, Laura got to her feet. Iris' green eyes flicked up and down her naked body and her pink tongue came out and circled her red lips. "I don't think you have seen the master bedroom since I had it decorated, Iris. Do you think you have time to take a look?"
Iris didn't say anything. Laura turned and left the kitchen, feeling the green eyes on her jiggling ass and swaying hips. She didn't look back, but she was sure the redhead would follow.
Her neighbor had never been anywhere in the house except the kitchen, the living room and the dining room and she wished, as she always had, that it was easier for people to come right out and plainly say what they meant.
The silly talk about the newly decorated bedroom should have been unnecessary and the skirting around a rather delicate subject was, she supposed, really just a part of the game. She almost laughed, thinking how it would have sounded had she calmly invited Iris into her bedroom to play games. It would have been better if she had simply suggested that they go enjoy the delightful sexual activities they both wanted.
There was the sudden quickening of her pulse, the hot and feverish flush spreading over her body, the eager anticipation-all going along as usual, she thought-just as always, whether a man or a woman. She entered the bedroom and stood in front of the full-length mirror, cupping her breasts, rubbing her thumbs over the taut tips. She sensed more than heard Iris enter the room.
"I think the room looks very nice," Iris said in a low voice.
Laura dropped her hands from her thrusting breasts, turned from the mirror and met Iris' gleaming eyes. "You haven't looked at the room," she said. "Are you going to just stand there and look at me? Or are you going to take your clothes off and give me a look-see?"
"God, I wish that I'd had the nerve to speak up long ago!"
"There's an old saying that might fit the occasion," Laura said, going over and sitting on the side of the bed. "Better late than never, I mean."
Iris didn't say anything. She was busy taking off her clothes. Laura saw that she hadn't been mistaken about the redhead's body-and she soon found that the shapely female flesh felt as good as it looked.
Laura eased on her back when Iris was naked and Iris climbed onto the bed and into Laura's outstretched arms. They kissed and grabbed each other's breasts. Laura accepted Iris' eager tongue, then gave her own just as eagerly. Laura liked the sweetness of the passionate, tongue-lashing kiss. She liked the feel of female hands on her breasts, her body, and she enjoyed the special pleasure of touching the redhead's smooth flesh.
Iris had lowered her body down tightly against Laura's body. With their moist cunts plastered together, and with their fingers clutching at each other's squirming buttocks, they went through all the motions of man-woman screwing.
Laura had often done the same with Judy and with other lovely females. She knew that Iris had also had a lot of experience. Their stiffened clits were making contact and she didn't miss a hard prick all that much, even though she knew that if she had to make a choice she would pick a man and a cock. She also knew that after a few minutes of such heated action she could climax.
But she didn't get a chance to do so then. Because Iris broke the kiss and wriggled lower on Laura. Having her sensitive hard-tipped breasts kissed and licked and sucked by Iris would have been exciting even if it hadn't felt so good. Being with any partner for the first time, female or male, always created a special excitement in her body and in her mind.
Soon Iris left Laura's throbbing mounds and trailed downward with her kissing lips and darting, licking tongue. The redhead didn't take time to do any inner-thigh kissing and licking. She lifted over the blonde pubic hairs and began licking the pink pleasure gash. Laura lurched upward and grabbed the soft red hair, already looking forward to returning the wondrous favor.
Laura couldn't suppress a little gasp as Iris' hot tongue slithered between her vagina lips and delved deep into her palpitating cunt. Then, as the redhead's tongue found her stiffened clitoris and began lapping, she squirmed her ass against the sheet and dug her fingernails into Iris' bobbing scalp.
"Let me lap you!" she blurted. "Swing around so that I can do it to you!"
But Iris didn't swing around. She kept right on lapping. She had pushed her hands around and under and was squeezing Laura's wildly wriggling buttocks with her strong fingers. She tugged and tilted Laura's ass until she could get her lips in on the action. Then she added sucking to the lapping, sending Laura on the mad dash to the blissful moments of ecstasy.
Laura cried out as she jerked and jolted through an entire series of spasmodic releases. Then, when the shuddering spasms finally stopped and she was limp, she removed her clutching fingers and watched as Iris lifted her face and licked her wet lips. The green eyes were glazed with passion.
"I guess it would be difficult to explain to some people that I would really prefer to suck a hard cock all the way to a spurting finish."
"I know exactly what you mean," Laura said seriously. "I've heard and read about women making a complete shift to gay sex, but it has always just meant some extra pleasure for me, too."
"I have been AC-DC since I was thirteen," Iris said. "Otis would probably have a falling-out fit if he knew about this part of my sex life. Does Roy know about you?"
"We have never discussed it," Laura said. "I'm sure that you're steaming so you had better let me do you."
"I heard you tell me to swing around, but I was so carried away that I didn't want to take the time."
Iris had been turning on her back beside Laura. Rolling over, Laura straddled the sexy redhead on her hands and knees. She didn't mean to take the time to rub their cunts and clits together. But she did mash her mouth to Iris' wet lips, finding that the faint taste of her own secretions lingered, and she took the time to do some tongue-sucking. Then she moved her mouth and tongue to the spiked breasts she had been caressing and fondling with her hands.
The breasts were very small. They rode high, though, and were cone-shaped. Laura's own pleasure increased with taking almost all of the firm breasts in her mouth, each in turn, and she sucked and tongued as if she were blowing a cock. She knew that the redhead was getting anxious for an orgasm so she soon started the exciting trip down to the fluffy, dark red bush growing between the firm and rounded thighs.
Moving lower on the bed, and getting between Iris' long sleek legs, Laura gripped the flaring hips with her fingers and took a few seconds to stare at the exciting triangle. The curly hairs were already parted. She lowered her mouth to the smooth, soft and moist cuntal lips, licked up and down a few times, then jabbed her tongue deep into the hot and quivering cuntf lesh.
Iris gasped, lurched upward, and grabbed Laura's head. Laura pushed her hands under and grabbed Iris' sleek ass. Laura swabbed the folds of flesh for a few seconds and then went to the erect clitoris. That tense and slippery bump of flesh wasn't as long as Judy's passion-button.
After lapping for a short period of time, she didn't have any trouble in getting her lips in on the action. Almost as soon as Laura added greedy sucking to her lapping, the redhead spasmed. She held onto the bucking and lurching woman's firm ass, enjoying the released juices and the fingernails digging into her scalp.
Laura kept going until Iris sagged limply and the clutching fingers had been removed from her head and hair. She lifted her head and rested a cheek on one of the firm and smooth thighs.
"That was great," Iris said. "I could tell that you like to do it and don't just-well, do it so as to return a favor."
"I don't perform any sex act that I don't really want to perform," Laura said, moving until she was on her back beside Iris. "I've always been a borderline nympho, I guess, and I seem to be craving more and more sex the older I get."
"I seem to go in cycles," Iris said. "My desires do, I mean. For a few days or weeks I'll be hot as hell just about all of the time and then for a time I'll cool off enough to be able to do without. I'll admit that I like the sexy-hot cycles the best, though!"
"I worry at times," Laura said. "I've even thought about going to a doctor. A head shrinker, I mean."
"Why do that? Why not just enjoy yourself? Think of all the frigid women in the world who would like to enjoy sex as much as we do. Hell, I'm glad that I'm lucky enough to be hot blooded as much as I am. Are you jealous of Judy? You know what I mean."
"I know exactly what you mean," Laura said. "As far as I know I have never been in love with any one person. Unless maybe there is that kind of feeling where my husband is concerned. Anyway, Judy's a free agent. She's also hot stuff. So, if she wants to make it with you, don't worry about me interfering."
"I won't try and push myself on the lovely young girl," Iris said. "I just wanted to know your feelings on the subject. I have a few friends Otis doesn't know about, both females and male, and maybe we can make arrangements for you to meet them. Since your husband is away so much maybe we could have some parties here at your house."
"The idea excites me, but I'm afraid that something has happened to prevent us from having sex parties here. And we're going to have to be careful, too. I don't know what to do about Judy, either."
Iris asked Laura to explain and Laura told about the phone call from her sister and the fact that her nephew would arrive sometime that night.
"That could be a problem," Iris said. "Unless, of course, it turns out that the kid has been around and knows the score. Sixteen, you said? Hell, a youngster that age can shoot off three or four times a day and still want more action!"
"You're talking about my nephew," Laura said sharply.
Iris laughed. "So? I'm not telling you to have sex with him, you know. I'm thinking about how great it would be for me to make it with a strong and sexy sixteen-year-old boy again. I will say that there might not be any harm done if the two of you were to make it, though."
"You're talking crazy! That would be incest!"
Iris sat upright, twisted around, and met Laura's eyes. "Since I've gone this far I'm going to tell something that I don't want you to repeat to anybody. I'm not ashamed, but incest is such a hush-hush subject in our society that-well, the shocked look I see in your eyes and on your pretty face before I even tell you who almost makes me wish that I had kept my big mouth shut."
Curious, even though she was shocked, Laura said, "What you do is your own business, Iris. It's just that the idea of having sex with a member of my own family never entered my mind-and I hope it never does! Still, I would like to hear about your experiences along those lines and I'll admit that I'm strangely excited by the idea that you have had sex with a blood relative."
"My brother," Iris said. "He had just made fifteen when it happened the first time. I caught him flipping himself off. He was out behind the garage and I didn't let him see me peeking. I got as hot as hell, of course, and managed to keep quiet and out of sight while I also masturbated. I timed it so that just as his white cream spurted out on the ground I melted. I was thirteen at the time and I had been fingering myself to a climax for over a year."
Iris twisted back around and again got on her back. "Maybe you don't want to hear any more, Laura. I don't want to turn you off and--"
"You aren't turning me off," Laura cut in. "In fact, quite the opposite is true!"
"I think most people are fascinated by the subject of incest," Iris said, laughing low in her throat. "And, since I don't think that I'm exactly unique, I have the feeling that many people have secret thoughts along those lines whether they do anything about it or not."
"I don't have a brother," Laura said. "I don't even remember my mother and father very well. As for my older sister-I don't think that I've had any thought about her, secret or otherwise."
"There has to be an attraction to begin with," Iris said. "Oh, in my case, seeing my brother beating his meat brought it on. I don't think I had consciously thought of having sex with him before that. Maybe I had. Anyway, I was already making it with a few boys by then-and with one girl. An older woman in the neighborhood, rather. She was about thirty and she seduced me or whatever, which was easy, of course! She taught me all the delightful ways of having sex with another female, but, as I guess I said before, it didn't detract from the pleasure I was having with cocks."
"How long was it before you made it with your brother?" Laura asked, really interested, and also rapidly getting in the mood for some more heated action with the redhead.
"The next day," Iris said. "I watched and waited until he went out behind the garage again. He told me later that he jacked-off at other places and at other times, of course, but it was a secluded area behind the garage and he liked it because he didn't think he would be caught. He also didn't like to stay in the bathroom too long and when in bed at night he had to worry about what to do with his juice."
"I guess it can be kind of messy for males," Laura said, thinking that her nephew would undoubtedly be hiding from her to beat his meat.
"My brother was always afraid my mother would see the results," Iris said. "I reminded him of the fact that wet dreams left stains and he said that he was usually lucky enough to wake up in time to help a wet dream along. Anyway, he didn't have to jack off very often after he started making it with me.
Maybe you want me to postpone this little story about my brother's first piece of tail for a few minutes!"
"I think I can keep myself under control until you finish," Laura said. She laughed. "It might be different if you had a hard cock, though!"
"I wish we had a man with a hard cock with us right now," Iris said. "Have you ever made that kind of a threesome scene?"
"I've always just had one partner at a time," Laura said, immediately sorry that she had told that much about something so personal.
"That sounds sad to me," Iris said. "All kinds of group sex is way-out fun and more people are going in for such activities everyday. But I digress again! I waited until my brother had his hard cock out and had made a few strokes with his fist and then I stepped out where he could see me. He really did some fast moving while turning and tucking his stiff prick back into his pants!"
"I can imagine," Laura said, able to picture the scene in her mind quite vividly.
"I wanted his stiff cock so badly I could almost taste it!" Iris laughed. "I did taste it later, of course, but right then I used my mouth for some fast talking! I don't remember everything I said, of course, but I did tell him that if he didn't fuck me I would tell everybody that I had caught him flipping himself off. Most boys and men are ashamed of the fact that they masturbate."
Iris turned over, pressed her warm body close, and began caressing Laura's jutting breasts. "I talked my brother into fucking me right there without all that much trouble and it turned out to be his first piece of ass. I guess I told you that before. Anyway, he didn't last very long, but he kept right on pounding away in his own stuff until he shot off a second time."
"That must have been messy," Laura said, pushing her tingling breasts up against Iris' fondling fingers.
"My panties were really soaked by the time I got through using them to wipe my flooded snatch. I washed them out myself, of course, and our parents never did suspect anything. We were lucky, as we did take some chances at times. I had the pleasure of introducing my horny brother to all of the various ways a male and a female can have sexual pleasure."
Iris ran her hand down over Laura's flat stomach and began gently plucking at the short and curly blonde pubic hairs. "I sucked him off the next day. He really went ape over fellatio. I had to use a little persuasion to get him to go down on me the first time. He admitted later that he had actually wanted to perform cunnilingus, but didn't want the name that went with the game. I have known many males like that. They seem to think there's something unmanly about lapping a cunt and even masturbating, but most of them enjoy doing both. Otis told me that you sucked him off for the first time yesterday."
"I like to perform fellatio. Did your husband also tell you that I advised him to try oral sex with you?"
"No, but I'm glad you did, Laura. It might have helped make him lose his inhibitions. Do you like anal intercourse?"
"Why don't you finish telling about your experience with your brother, Iris? Or maybe you would rather stop talking and replace your hand with your mouth!"
The redhead had cupped Laura's crotch. "You just the same as gave me an affirmative answer, Laura. Why are so many people, both male and female, so reluctant to even talk about ass-fucking? Hell, it's just another sex act enjoyed by millions and I feel lucky because I have a tough, healthy back passage. I'm going to get Otis to prong me back there tonight."
Laura had been squirming under Iris' squeezing fingers. She forced herself to be still, not wanting to be the first to give way to lesbian lust, but also interested in hearing more about Iris and the redhead's incestuous relationship with her brother.
"I'll admit that I'm also tough and healthy back there, Iris. Did you and your brother feel at all guilty about what you were doing?"
"We had some doubts at first, buit it seemed so right and natural it didn't bother us much or for very long. What better way to show affection and love? Some societies have even condoned and encouraged incest. But I won't preach and try to bring you around to my way of thinking."
"I hope not," Laura said.
"My brother wasn't the first to ass-fuck me, and he didn't think he would enjoy the act, but it turned out that we used that method when he was having a difficult time getting his gun. Which was quite often as we got more used to each other. We also branched out and got other partners. I used to get girls for him and he got boys for me. We really had some wildly wonderful times. We still do, as a matter-of-fact."
"You still do?" Laura repeated, turning her head and meeting Iris' green eyes.
Iris kissed Laura lightly on the lips. "Sure. Why not? Oh, we don't have a chance to enjoy group sex since we both got married, but we still have our moments. His wife is straight and square, damn it, or we might take a chance on letting her in on our secret-and Otis would blow his stack if he knew!"
"You said that you and your brother still have your moments. Does he live nearby?"
"Just across town. While you were making it with Otis yesterday my brother and I managed to grab a couple of hours together. I was supposed to be shopping, his wife took their two kids to the beach, and he took the afternoon off from work."
"I think I have heard enough," Laura said. "Maybe too much. When I thought it was in the past I-well, the fact that you were with your own brother just yesterday does kind of turn me off."
"Enough to make you want me to leave?" Iris asked, smiling.
"Yes," Laura said. Then she laughed and added, '"Maybe in an hour or so!"
There wasn't any more talking right then. They quickly turned end for end, mashed their mouths against each other's pussy, and began lapping and sucking.
But even while losing herself in passion, Laura dimly hoped that her young nephew wouldn't turn out to be too much of a problem.
CHAPTER FOUR
At ten o'clock that evening Laura was sitting in the living room, idly turning the pages of a magazine, nervously awaiting her young nephew's arrival. Iris hadn't left until almost three o'clock in the afternoon and Laura had been famished for food by then as well as wishing quite desperately for a hard penis to put the finishing touches to the prolonged lesbian sex session.
She had prepared ham and eggs and toast, had two cups of coffee, then dressed in panties, bra, and a simple, form-fitting blue street dress. She had meant to go to a supermarket, remembering at the last moment that she didn't have her car.
She hadn't felt like walking to the nearby store, so she had called in an order. The elderly delivery man had soon brought the groceries, looking at her admiringly while putting the boxes on the kitchen table. She had tipped him a dollar, feeling sorry for him-for the longing look in his faded eyes-and she had thought how sad life could sometimes be.
The house hadn't needed any cleaning, but she had dusted the furniture to keep busy while killing time. Remembering the strong young salesman, and her wanton behavior, she had decided that one beer wouldn't do any harm. She'd had two, fighting off the urge to have something stronger, not wanting to take a chance on being looped out of her mind when her nephew arrived.
She had also given a great deal of thought to what Iris had told her. The hot-ass redhead had gone into more details about her incestuous relations with her brother, as well as vividly describing various group sex activities she had enjoyed.
Laura had been fascinated by the thought of having two or more men at the same time. Iris had done everything. She had gone down on one man while being pronged by another, saying that two cocks going off at the same time in two different places was the greatest, but that it was really ecstatically wonderful to make three cocks spurt at the same time-one in her mouth, one in her pussy, and another in her anus. Iris had then gone on to say that at one of the wilder parties she had attended there had been five cocks at one time-the three in her three orifices, plus one in each hand to jack off to a spurting finish.
Laura had heard and read of such swinging parties, just as she had heard and read about incest. She felt that she would like very much to give swinging a try, but she still felt that incest would be too far out, even for her.
She had never been in direct contact with such a situation before. While going to school, and putting out to her dates in all the various ways-as well as making it with another girl now and then-she had heard rumors, but she hadn't paid much attention.
She had just heard that a certain brother and sister were making it together, or that some girl was supposed to be getting banged by her own father. There had even been talk one time about a young fellow sleeping with his own mother. Sleeping had really meant having sex, of course, and Laura remembered wondering how on earth anybody could get involved in a situation like that. Laura felt that there were plenty of sex partners outside of one's own family, and still felt that way.
Randy would be perfectly safe with her and she would tell Iris to keep away from the kid, too. As for Judy, she just might tell that young sexpot to leave until Randy returned to his home. Helen probably wouldn't have sent Randy if she had known that there was a young girl in the house-
Laura saw headlights through the drapes as a car turned into the driveway. She figured that it was a cab, but she decided to wait until Randy rang the doorbell before opening the door. She suddenly resented the fact that her sister had sent the youngster. It had certainly fouled up everything for her and she hoped that she could keep from making the visit miserable for the kid because of her resentment.
Opening the door as soon as the doorbell rang, Laura could do nothing but stare for a few seconds. She had been expecting a youngster, a kid, but a young man stood there. A handsome young man, smiling, looking her up and down with a man's eyes and those eyes expressing approval at what they saw.
"Hello, Aunt Laura."
The voice was low and pleasant, a man's voice, and Laura knew that she would have one hell of a hard time keeping Iris and Judy from trying to make it with her nephew. She even feared that she might have to fight against getting crazy ideas herself.
"I wouldn't have known you if I had met you on the street, Randy. Or anyplace else, for that matter! You were just a little boy the last time I saw you, I mean, and now you're so-so grown-up!"
"Time hasn't changed you," Randy said, the smile remaining on his handsome features, his perfect white teeth sparkling. "You're still just as pretty as ever, Aunt Laura, and-" he laughed "-if you weren't my aunt I would probably get flirty and say that you are downright beautiful!"
Laura felt her face flush. His dark brown eyes had again flicked up and down her body and she was ashamed of the sudden excitement that swept through her. God, she was a hot-ass bitch! Getting sexually excited because her own nephew was appreciating the way she looked!
Randy had remained standing on the porch, his suitcase near his feet. Thinking it better not to follow up on that line of talk, Laura stepped back and told Randy to come in. He did, bringing the suitcase and placing it just inside the door. She closed the door and he sat down on the chair that the young salesman had used earlier that day.
Laura remained standing. "Are you hungry, Randy? I could fix you something to eat."
"No, thanks," he said, looking around the room, then meeting her eyes. "There was a rest stop a couple of hours ago and I had a bite then. I could use a beer, though. If you have some, that is." He laughed. "Don't look so surprised, Aunt Laura! Hell, I've been passing for eighteen for almost a year! And even before that I could get served at a lot of places."
"Do you drink beer at home, Randy? I'm not sure that your parents would approve of me-"
"I hope you aren't going to start that kind of crap," Randy interrupted with a frown. Then he quickly smiled again. "I'm sorry! It's just that I'm so tired of being treated like a little kid. Besides, my parents are so square they should be living back during one of the dullest times in history. You know how they are. No drinking, no swearing, no nothing if it has anything to do with fun and pleasure. I often wonder how the hell they got around to having me. I was hoping you would be different."
"I'll have a beer with you," Laura said, smiling.
"And, yes, I think I do know how they are. Your mother, anyway. Helen has always been what might be called old-fashioned. She and I have always been different, I mean. I'll be right back."
Randy had started to get to his feet. He settled back down on the chair and Laura hurried across the room, feeling his eyes on her legs and behind. She suddenly wondered if he were having difficulty remembering that she was his mother's sister. He was certainly looking her over as he would any other female he might find attractive-and she could sense that it wasn't just boyish or wishful thinking.
Her handsome young nephew wasn't inexperienced where sex was concerned, she would bet just about anything on that. Not that it was any of her business, she told herself. If he had been lucky enough not to have to depend upon his fist for relief from his sexual tensions-then more power to him!
When Laura returned with two cans of beer, the tops already popped, she found that her nephew had moved over to an easy chair across from the couch where she usually sat. She handed him a beer, he thanked her along with a quick smile, and she went over and sat down on the couch.
They sipped in silence for a few minutes and Laura pretended not to notice that Randy's eyes flicked to her bare legs and lower thighs from time to time. She could understand that. She would have thought that something was wrong if he hadn't looked. Since the short dresses had come into style, and had remained in style despite the designers efforts to lengthen the hem line, she-and she supposed other females-had gotten used to stares.
It seemed obvious that Randy didn't lean toward members of his own sex, as it had entered her mind that might have been the reason that Helen and his father were so eager to hustle him out of town. She was happy about that. Gay acts between males turned her off, even if she did enjoy sex with other females. Maybe she wasn't fair, but that possibility didn't change her mind.
"You have a nice place here," Randy finally said.
"I like it," Laura said. "I had forgotten that you haven't been here before. You may have one of the bedrooms upstairs."
"How's Uncle Roy?"
"Just fine. He just left and will be gone a week to ten days. I understand that you had a few words with your father."
"It was more than just a few words," Randy said, meeting Laura's eyes, his own eyes serious. "What did Mom tell you?"
"Not much. That's about it, in fact. You don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to, Randy. I'm glad you came and you're welcome to stay as long as you want to."
"I started not to come, Aunt Laura. Then I remembered how nice and friendly you always were when you came to visit us. You seemed so happy and carefree, I mean, and not at all like my sour-puss parents. Oh, I like them-love them, I guess-but they have been rubbing me the wrong damn way for the last year or so."
"I'm sorry to hear that," Laura said, staring at the beer can in her hand, glad that her face didn't feel as if it were getting red, embarrassed because her nephew had caught her looking at his crotch.
Over the years she had trained herself not to let her eyes drop to the front of a man's pants unless she was sure that the man wouldn't notice. Randy was wearing a sport shirt, open at the collar, and tight slacks. He had shifted on the chair-she didn't think it had been intentionally-and the big bulge was very pronounced. She could tell that he didn't have an erection-at least, not a stiff one-and she could tell that he was very nicely hung. She could see the outline of his penis alongside one inner thigh and his sac also looked big and well-filled.
"Mom told me to tell you that Dad and I just needed to get away from each other because we were fussing all the time, but I never did like to lie about anything unless it was absolutely necessary. Maybe I shouldn't tell you, Aunt Laura, but they wanted me to leave because of a girl."
"You didn't get a girl in trouble, did you?"
Randy laughed. "No, nothing like that! I think my folks might have taken it better if that had been the case, though. Maybe not. Anyway, the girl lives in the neighborhood. She's a woman, actually. She's twenty-five, and she looks young, but not as young as you do. You're twenty-five, aren't you? I think that's what Mom told me."
"That's my age, and thanks for the compliment, even if at times I do feel very, very old."
"You look very young all over," Randy said.
"And I didn't say that just to get another beer, either!"
"You know that you're welcome to anything here, Randy, but I do hope you can handle your drinks. Even beer can slip up on a person, you know, and I wouldn't want Helen to think that I would let you come here and tie one on. Not the first night, anyway!"
"I like you," Randy said. "I feel comfortable around you already, I mean, and I can't say that about many girls or women older than I am. When they know my real age, that is."
"And I like you," Laura said, smiling, glad that he had moved back in the chair where his manhood wasn't so pronounced. "I'm sure that we're going to get along fine."
"I can easily handle three or four beers," Randy said. "I don't like to get tight or drunk, really, because it makes me sick and also because I might miss out on some fun that way."
"I'll get you a beer," Laura said, getting to her feet and hurrying across the room, glad that Randy was sitting where he couldn't watch her. She wanted to ask more questions, but she was a little afraid to. Talk about sex could prove to be embarrassing if nothing worse. She wasn't afraid that her nephew would actually try to rape her or anything like that, but his eyes told her that he wasn't really thinking of her as an aunt. He seemed very sophisticated for one so young and she had the feeling that he would be able to do just about anything where sex was concerned without letting it bother him emotionally or mentally. And, Laura thought a little bitterly, she couldn't trust herself too damn far-especially if she had too much to drink.
"You aren't having another one?" Randy asked as Laura handed him a beer.
"No," she said, going over and sitting back down on the couch, wondering if she should tell him about her drinking problem. But why not? It might keep him from wanting her to drink with him. Not that she would allow him to drink too much. He was Helen's son, an only child, and it was her responsibility to look out for his welfare as long as he was in her home.
Realizing that she had been silent for quite some time, Laura said, "I can't handle more than a couple of beers, Randy. After that, one just calls for another and then I shift to whiskey and-well, I guess I'm actually an alcoholic in one sense of the term. Oh, I've never been down and out or been a skid-row bum, but I have been on some benders."
"That's tough," Randy said. "About not being able to really enjoy drinking the way it should be enjoyed, I mean. I don't think I will ever become an alcoholic and I won't drink anymore if it bothers you."
"That's a nice thing to say, Randy. Don't worry, though. I've been doing very well lately about keeping my drinking under control. I just wish I could keep-"
Laura let her words trail off, realizing that she had been just about to tell the youngster that she wished that she could keep her sexual desires under control as easily as she could the drinking. She knew that the two were connected in one way, both a form of escape from herself-the driving demands of her body-but she would willingly give up the drinking, while she would hate like hell to give up the sex.
After a short silence, Randy said, "I think I know what you started to say, Aunt Laura. The woman that I mentioned told me much the same thing once.. She also told me that I helped her keep away from the bottle. Not that I'm making a suggestion!"
"I should hope not," Laura said, pleased to see that her young nephew was still capable of blushing. Somehow, that fact gave her more confidence in herself. She knew that in many ways Randy was much smarter than she, as she had never been a winner in the brains department, and she was sure that he was still an all "A" student.
"I guess I had better apologize," Randy said. "Which I do; of course. It's just that I keep forgetting that you're my aunt, I guess. I can remember thinking when I was younger that it would be nice if I were older and you weren't a relative."
"I accept your apology, Randy, but I think you had better finish that beer and let me show you to your room."
"I hope to hell I didn't put my foot in my big mouth," Randy said, grinning.
Laura forced a smile, but she didn't say anything. She felt that maybe too much had already been said. She watched as he quickly finished the beer, then they both got to their feet. He got the suitcase and followed her up the stairs. Again she felt his eyes on her legs, her jiggling ass and swaying hips, and again she felt that it was a natural thing for him to do. She didn't think that it was very natural for her panty crotch to be so damp, though. But she couldn't keep from wishing that the handsome young man wasn't a relative.
She showed him the bathroom, then turned the light on in the bedroom across the hall. He entered and put the suitcase down near the dressing table and said that he would unpack the next morning.
"I'll just get my toothbrush and paste and hairbrush out," he then said. "Mom packed pajamas, but I never wear the damn things. They're uncomfortable and Mom even thinks that it's a sin or some damn thing to sleep in the nude."
"I don't," Laura said, walking over to the bed and turning the covers back. She fluffed up both pillows. "I like to sleep in the nude myself."
"I thought you would be the type to sleep in the raw," Randy said, chuckling.
"So does my husband."
Randy sobered. "I forgot about him. I guess Uncle Roy makes a lot of money."
"Yes, but I didn't marry him for his money."
"I didn't say you did," Randy said. "I guess I put my foot in my mouth again, but I did hear Dad make a few cracks. I think he secretly wished that he had a wife like you. He's so square I'm not sure that he would know what to do with one, though!"
"I think you had better remember that I am your aunt, Randy. I don't mind talking frankly and kidding around, as I do understand that you're quite worldly for one so young, but I won't tolerate any slurs or insults."
"I wouldn't want you to," Randy said, running a hand over his rather long but neat sandy hair. "That was one of the troubles between me and my father. He was always on my butt about something. My hair, my ideas about life and the world, politics, sex, almost everything. You aren't angry with me, are you?"
"No," Laura said, moving toward the door, suddenly wanting to be by herself and try to sort out her confused thoughts. "Good night, Randy. Sleep as late as you wish and-well, you are welcome in this house and I'm sure that if we both try we will get along just fine."
"You aren't afraid of me, are you? I wouldn't want to stay if I thought you were."
Laura stopped in the doorway. She turned and met Randy's eyes. His eyes and his expression were serious even though she thought that she had detected a hint of amusement or mockery in his tone. Thinking that she was just a little afraid of herself, of what she might be nutty enough to do or say, she said that she wasn't afraid of him.
"It seems to me that an aunt could kiss her nephew good night," he said, softly. "I don't see anything wrong with that, do you?"
Forcing a smile, her pulse quickening, Laura silently moved forward. Randy took a few steps and met her and she tilted her face for what she thought would be a brief touching of the lips. His arms went around her, pulled her close, and his smooth, moist lips parted. She automatically parted her own lips and put her arms around his neck, forgetting for a few seconds that it was her nephew mashing his lips to hers.
His tongue, hot and slippery and sweet, slipped past her lips and her teeth. She met it with her own, thrilling to the passion racing through her body. She felt his hands slide down to her thinly covered ass. They squeezed, pulled her closer, and she felt his cock pushing his clothes out, pressing against her thinly covered belly.
Suddenly realizing that they were passionately kissing and lashing their tongues together while grinding their lower bodies jointly in small, circular fucking motions, Laura called on willpower she never really knew she had. She pulled her mouth and tongue from his, lifted her hands to push against his chest, and told him to stop.
The one-word command didn't sound very convincing even to her own ears, but he removed his squeezing fingers from her ass. His dark brown eyes were blazing, his handsome features were flushed, and he was breathing heavily through his parted lips. She pulled her lower body from his poking pants, glancing down at the bulge, and turned and ran.
Laura didn't stop running until she was downstairs in the kitchen. Her legs were weak and trembling. She turned the light on, got a bottle of whiskey, and took a big slug. The strong liquor caused a glow in her stomach and the warmth seemed to blend with the heat in her moist pussy.
She stared at the bottle, then put the cap back on and returned the bottle. Nothing had really happened, she told herself. Nothing that could be called incest, anyway. She would tell her hot young nephew to leave in the morning. By damn, if he had laughed-if she had heard him while she was hauling her hot ass out of the bedroom, she would go up and order Randy out of the house right then!
Telling herself that she could have refused to kiss her nephew good night, and that she could have also called a halt to the brief heated action a little sooner, Laura went through the downstairs part of the house, turning the lights out and checking the locks on the doors. She hesitated in the darkness, wondering if she should have one more drink, or maybe a beer, then went to her bedroom. Two wrongs didn't make a right, as the trite saying went, and it would probably be even worse for her to drink enough to get boxed out of her sexy mind.
Wishing that her husband would come home unexpectedly right then, wondering if he was spending the night in some motel room with some female, Laura quickly stripped out of her clothes. Her panty crotch was very damp. She climbed on the bed and stretched out on her back. She stared into the darkness and wondered if Randy was even then pounding the hell out of his huge cock. God! That sex organ had to be all of nine inches! Maybe even ten!
Laura had been massaging her throbbing breasts. She used a thumb and forefinger to stimulate each hard nipple, thrilling to the delightful shock waves rippling back and forth between them and deep within her steaming cunt. She wriggled her ass against the mattress, knowing that she was going to give herself a measure of relief with her fingers, but thinking that she might as well take her time and enjoy the build-up.
It was a damn good thing that she didn't believe that the thought was the same as the deed. If that were true, if she even had the faintest idea that the people professing the belief were right, then she would haul her hot ass and quivering pussy into Randy's room. Because she sure as hell couldn't keep from having the thought-and she should have some credit for keeping her sexy, hot self away from him.
She wondered if she was being silly, as Iris had said that she would be if she didn't take advantage of having a strong and healthy teenager in her home. It wouldn't be as bad to make it with a nephew as it would be to make it with a brother. The redhead certainly didn't seem to feel any shame or guilt for sexing it up with her own brother. It was quite easy to understand how a younger brother and sister could experiment around and end up fucking and performing the other sexual acts-she imagined more of that went on among kids than would ever be suspected-but it wasn't quite as easy to understand how it could be carried on in later years.
Iris and her brother were both married and yet they were still sneaking around and enjoying sex sessions with each other. Maybe if she'd had a brother she would be doing the same thing, Laura thought. She had certainly been uncaring enough in her early teens to do such a thing. It was only when she grew older and listened to her older sister that she began to have feelings of guilt.
Those feelings of guilt had started her to drinking, too. In one way the heavy drinking had really been worse than the promiscuous sex. Drinking took a heavy toll on a person's body, but she thrived on sex and she couldn't even estimate the number of orgasms that she was capable of having without being tired. Besides, the drinking hadn't done very much to stop the sexual activities. She liked to fuck and suck as much when she was intoxicated-and had done so if there had been someone around willing to put up with a drunken female.
Laura finally just had to leave her throbbing breasts and nipples and slide her hands lower on her feverish, squirming body. She ran them down over her trembling belly, plucked at her pubic hairs with her fingers as Iris had done not so long before. Wishing she had a partner doing it to her then, she lifted her knees and caressed her inner thighs, getting closer and closer to her moist cuntal lips and her hot, palpitating twat.
Finally, when she could stall no longer, she stroked the slippery split a few times then shoved a finger into her clinging cunt and probed deep. She began slowly finger-fucking herself, clamping down with her inner muscles on her pistoning finger and thinking of the many stiff cocks she'd had pronging her hot box over the years.
Soon she straightened out her legs, keeping her finger busy, and rolled over on her side. She inserted another finger, placing one on each side of her elongated clitoris, and rolled on over onto her stomach. She kept her fingers in place and began hunching and wriggling her ass, fucking her fingers, and in her feverish mind, just as she melted into a series of orgasms, instead of her own fingers in her spasming cunt it was the big hard cock in the bedroom upstairs-
CHAPTER FIVE
Laura didn't call Randy the next morning. She knew that most people slept late on Sunday, if on no other day, and she wasn't all that eager to see him, anyway. The passionate, tongue-lashing kiss was still fresh in her mind, along with the feverish embrace, and she felt guilty about thinking of his cock while masturbating enough to enable her to go to sleep. There had been a second frantic and frustrating session with her fingers a few minutes after the first and she hadn't bothered to take a shower. She had been afraid that she would go upstairs to the other bed if she left her own bed.
After a shower, and the other more important morning activities, she dressed in clean clothes when she returned to the bedroom. She decided that it wouldn't do to go around in a robe with nothing underneath. The same thing might happen with her obviously horny nephew that had happened with the young salesman.
Laura put on fresh panties, hesitated, then slipped into a pair of white shorts. Why should she change completely just because there was a guest in the house? Or worry so damn much? Knowing the answer to both questions, she still left the tight-ass shorts on. She put on a white halter without a restraining bra, then went to the kitchen and had toast and coffee. She looked out and saw that the Hoffman car was gone.
Iris had gone with Otis to visit his parents she supposed, as they usually made the short trip on Sundays when Otis didn't play golf. Laura couldn't keep from wondering if Iris had gone ahead and told Otis about the gay session. The redhead could really shoot off her mouth when she got started. That was for sure, Laura thought, and she again told herself that there would be no more sex with tattletale Otis.
Laura was having a second cup of coffee when Randy entered the kitchen. He was wearing a white and very tight T-shirt and gray and very tight pants. She could see that his chest was quite muscular and his nipples were very pronounced. She wondered if he played with his nipples-or liked to have them stimulated. She had known quite a few males with very sensitive nipples and had once toyed with a pair with her fingers until the man shot off without being touched anyplace else. Randy's bulge was also more pronounced in the fresh pants he had put on. She remembered much too vividly how the big organ had pressed against her when it was hard.
Randy told Laura good morning cheerfully enough, even if he didn't look at her face, and she returned the greeting-just as cheerfully, she hoped. She then told him where he would find a cup and he sat down, poured his own coffee, and offered to warm hers.
"I've had enough for now," she said. "Did you sleep well?"
"Finally," he said, meeting her eyes for the first time and grinning.
She felt her face flush and it made her a little angry. "I meant that you might not have slept so well your first night away from home, Randy!"
"I'm not even going to attempt to explain what I did last night, Aunt Laura. I was too damn fresh, I know, and all I can do now is say that I'm sorry."
She met his eyes, but she couldn't tell if he really meant his words or not. He wasn't smirking, at least, and she felt it best to stop the talk about the incident right there.
"Just see that you don't let it happen again, Randy. After all, you are my nephew and-well, such things shouldn't happen. Do you drive? Do you have a driver's license?"
"Yes. Since I was sixteen. Since my birthday, I mean. I took the training at school, but my folks won't let me take the car by myself. Why?"
"I have a car, but my-my maid has it right now. She should be back sometime today. What I started to say was that you may use the car whenever I don't need it."
"That will be swell," Randy said, beaming with obvious pleasure. "I'm a very careful driver. I don't get out and drag like most of the fellows. I didn't know you had a maid. Is she black?"
"No, she's white. She uses the other bedroom downstairs. That's the reason I put you upstairs. As well as because it gives you a private bathroom. If you need towels or anything just let me know. Or you can let Judy know when she comes back."
"Where did the maid go?" Randy asked.
Laura explained and after she had finished she realized that Randy probably thought that Judy was elderly or at least middle age. She felt like letting her nephew be surprised, but decided that it would be better to go ahead and tell him that Judy was a young and verry pretty girl.
"I made my own bed," Randy said. "I do things like that at home so I won't put much more work on your maid."
"Judy's really quite a bit more than a maid," Laura said. "I guess she's more like what could be called a companion. I'm alone in the house a lot and she's a great deal of company. I'm sure that you will like each other. Judy has dark eyes, dark hair, very pretty features, and a lovely shape." Laura couldn't keep from laughing because of the puzzled look on Randy's face. "Judy's only nineteen, honey, and you will undoubtedly soon find out that she's just as sexy as she looks!"
Randy was staring and Laura quickly added, "I'm referring to the fact that she's always telling me about her many boy friends, of course. It wouldn't surprise me to find out that she's actually with a man instead of with her mother."
"What if we take a liking to each other?" Randy asked after a short silence, as if he had been trying to figure out the best way to ask what he wanted to know. Or a part of what he wanted to know, Laura thought, deciding that she didn't care if Randy and Judy made it together. If she couldn't-or wouldn't-have him there was no need to cut him off from what everybody needed.
"It isn't any of my business what you do," she said. "I'm not a parent, though, so I don't know how I would feel if I were. Referring to the reason you're here, I mean."
"I'm sure that you wouldn't be as prudish as my mother," Randy said. "Or as square as my father, for that matter. Do you mind if I ask a favor?" Randy laughed. "I don't like that kind of question, either! I could tell by your expression that you don't. Anyway, you're so young and all I would like to stop addressing you as Aunt Laura and just call you plain Laura." He laughed again. "God, what a boner I pulled that time! You aren't plain and that's the understatement of the year!"
"I don't mind if you address me just by my first name," Laura said. "I think I would like it, in fact! If anything does happen between you and Judy I don't think you had better let Helen know."
"Are you kidding! I wouldn't tell her or Dad a damn thing about any damn thing! Not after what they threatened to do! They told me that if I didn't get out of town by visiting you they would file charges against the neighbor woman and her husband for contributing to the delinquency of a minor. Imagine that? I wasn't forced to do anything and after the first time I actually became the instigator. I told Mom and Dad that, but they said that because of my age I wasn't responsible for anything. I guess they are going to use threats and try to apply enough pressure to get the couple to at least move out of the neighborhood. I guess you know how that makes me feel."
"I'm not sure that I understand about the husband," Laura said, curious, but immediately wondering if it was wise to continue the conversation along such lines.
"I will have to speak a little bluntly to explain," Randy said. "I don't want to embarrass you or make you angry."
"I'm a married woman, you know, and I don't embarrass all that easily. I doubt that you can say anything that I haven't heard before-on the subject of sex, that is-and I won't get angry as long as you don't-well, put things on a personal basis. Do you understand what I tried to say?"
"Perfectly," Randy said, grinning. "I promise not to turn a good night kiss into one of passion again, Laura, and I don't blame you for not trusting me after the way I behaved last night. I don't mind saying that it left me too frustrated to want to go through it again!"
"It didn't leave me exactly cool," Laura said, forcing a smile. "However, self-control is one virtue that is absolutely necessary at times. Now, as I said, let's not put things on a personal basis again."
"I'll try not to," Randy said. "I won't deliberately do so, I mean, and if you feel offended by anything I say just let me know." He grinned. "Okay?"
"Fair enough," Laura said, hoping that she wouldn't get too excited when her nephew started what he had called speaking a little bluntly. She had already felt a surge of excitement from just remembering what had caused her to masturbate before going to sleep the night before-and she had to almost bite her tongue to keep from asking if he had stroked his big cock to a spurting climax.
"I used to see the neighbor woman taking a sun bath out in her yard," Randy said. "That was back in the Spring, but it was already sunny enough for her to get a tan. I started making it a habit to go by as often as I could think of an excuse. That was after she had smiled at me kind of flirty-like a couple of times."
Randy paused, but when Laura didn't say anything, he chuckled and said, "She just wore a couple of narrow strips of cloth and I was fascinated by her shape, her body. Oh, I had been all the way with girls, and had experimented in various ways, but she was a real woman, if you know what I mean, and I could somehow sense that she wasn't just teasing me to get her jollies."
"You said you had already been all the way with girls, Randy. How old were you when you started that?"
"Twelve the very first time. Nothing much happened then, as I didn't get it in before-well, you can imagine what happened. The girl was a couple of years older and she raised hell because she got messy without getting any pleasure. I did just fine with her about a year later, though. And I performed with a second girl a few weeks after the first without any trouble. I thought I was in heaven! There were a lot of girls after that, as I said, but I never forced myself upon any of them and they were all-well, they were experienced before I touched them."
"Did Helen or your father know about the girls?"
"Hell, no! We had to sneak around like most kids do and I think that's a shame. A couple can be just about as close while kissing and necking, really, so what sense does it make to forbid the real thing? Everything's all screwed up in our society where sex is concerned, I believe, and I just hope I live long enough to see some drastic changes for the better."
"And I also hope you do," Laura said, meaning it as much as she had ever meant anything in her life. "How did the older woman go about getting you in trouble with your parents, Randy?"
"I stopped one day and we talked about this and that and she asked if I wanted something cool to drink. I said that I could really go for a cold beer and she invited me inside. I'll admit that I was nervous once we were inside the house, as I thought I knew what she wanted, but since she was older I didn't know how to act. I didn't know whether to be bold or let her do the leading, I mean.
We talked some more while we were drinking beer in the kitchen and I just let myself go ahead and get excited. She wanted to know if I had a girl friend. I told her that I didn't go with anybody special, then said that I didn't go with a girl a second time if she wouldn't agree to have the kind of fun I enjoyed.
She wanted to know what I meant by that and I figured that I might as well go for broke. I could sense her excitement, I mean, and decided to take a chance by bringing things to a head. Anyway, I said that I didn't like to be with a girl who would leave me frustrated and aching, then said that I had better be going.
I stood up as I really meant to leave and the evidence of my excitement was right there for her to see. Iwas really poking. She stared for a few seconds, got to her feet, then said that she couldn't let me walk out of the house like that. I told her that I was glad that she wasn't the type to leave a fellow, frus-rated and aching.
There weren't any more words for quite a while after that. She took off for a bedroom without saying a thing and I was right behind her. We were both naked at practically the same time even though I took the time to take off my socks. We went together and I surprised her by lasting long enough to send her on a joy trip twice before I came the first time.
I don't know how many times she made it while I was there that day. I made it three times during a couple of hours and the next day I was right back for more. Being with her was a lot better than being with the young girls. But there's no need for me to tell you about that, Laura. The fact that nothing will take the place of experience, I mean. How am I doing so far? My language hasn't offended you, has it?"
"No," Laura said. "I think you have picked your words very well, Randy. You haven't told me how your parents found out, though."
"I was just trying to give you the entire picture," Randy said. "A week or so passed and I managed to make it with the sexy neighbor woman at least two or three times a day. She was surprised that I was willing to return her oral favors without reservations or feelings of shame. She said that was unusual in one so young. I don't know about that, but I do know that all the various sexual acts always seemed very natural and normal to me.
I knew that she was married, of course. I had seen her husband around, but had never talked to him. He's twenty-seven and very good-looking. He came home one afternoon and caught us going to town. I didn't know that she had told him about me, of course-or that he approved. It turned out that they were swingers. They are swingers, I should have said.
Anyway, I lost my-my ability to perform when I looked up and saw the husband standing there. But he was grinning and she told me that everything was okay, so I soon managed to continue. I couldn't understand how he could so obviously get such a big bang out of watching me prong his wife-and I really never could understand that part of it.
The part about him watching his own wife, I mean. Later, though, when I watched as he took my place I discovered that I'm something of a voyeur myself. I got a big bang out of watching the act, that is, and in my opinion all sex acts have a certain amount of beauty.
To cut it short, as I don't want to bore you, I'll just say that they had been looking for somebody like me. The husband needed some help with his homework and they both liked to make the threesome scene. I liked that type of pleasure very much, even though I don't have latent homo tendencies, and they suggested that I bring one of my girl friends around to join in on the fun. It turned out that she was or is bisexual.
I finally picked out a girl I thought would go for the idea, and one that I could trust not to blab it all over, and it turned out that I like to watch females having sex with each other. The four of us started enjoying a session quite often, but the girl wasn't there when the lid blew off the whole deal.
One evening my mother, your sex-hating prude of a sister, had my father follow me to see where I was going. I had been telling them that I was going to visit a friend down the street to shoot the breeze. A male friend, of course. Anyway, Mom got suspicious for some reason and had Dad follow me. He peeked in a window and saw the woman greet me with a hug and a kiss. The husband was right there in the living room, of course, and after a few minutes the three of us went into a bedroom.
I can understand why Dad circled around the house in the dark and peeked into the bedroom. Hell, I would probably have done the same thing. I'll bet he just got his rocks off while watching. I'm sorry! I guess I shouldn't have put it like that!"
"I have heard the expression before," Laura said, far from being bored, wondering if her nephew's big cock had lifted into an erection. "It seems to me that the shades should have been pulled down so that nobody could have seen in."
"There's only one window, the bedroom's in the back, and the drapes just happened to be gaped open a couple of inches at the bottom. Besides, only a prowler could have looked in and that's what Dad was."
"What did Cliff do then?" Laura asked, feeling that she was remaining quite calm under the circumstances. She was sexy-hot from the talk and from the vivid mental pictures, but she felt that she could keep from doing anything foolish. Unless listening to her nephew tell about his sexual experiences was foolish, she thought.
"Dad just watched," Randy said. "Unless, of course, he had to relieve his tensions. He didn't barge in or anything like that. The three of us did just about all the wonderful things together-taking time out to recover and rest, naturally-and the session lasted over an hour. I don't know how long he watched. He was home when I got there and I don't know just what he told Mom.
He told her enough, that's for sure, and the-the stuff hit the fan when I got home. I was kind of nervous and upset when they told about Dad following me and I can't remember the exact words that we exchanged. I know that all three of us kept getting louder and louder and I made a crack about how maybe Dad should have knocked on the door and joined us and then kept his mouth shut with Mom.
He just about had to side with Mom after that. For his own protection, I mean, and I was ordered to bed. The next morning I found out that Mom made Dad go that very night and talk to the couple. That's about it. She threatened to have me put in a reform school and here I am."
"I didn't know about the threat to put you in a reform school," Laura said. "Helen didn't mention anything like that, I mean, and I think that's awful. Do you think she meant it? Do you think she could really have something like that done?"
"I think she meant it at the time. As for having it done, she might get a sex-hating judge to go along with her wishes. She's my mother and all that, but I don't trust anybody like her when it comes to something she and other people like her consider to be immoral. She isn't all that religious, as far as I know, but when it comes to sex she's just about as strict as any religious nut. Maybe I didn't make myself all that clear, but I think you know what I mean."
Laura did know what Randy meant, but she didn't get a chance to say so. She heard the phone ringing and hurried to answer it, glad to get out of the kitchen before she did see if Randy had an erection. She was afraid that he might do as he had done with the neighbor woman, stand up and show the evidence of his excitement, and she wasn't sure that she could resist any insistent advances that he might make. She didn't really trust him, as she had never trusted any horny male with a hard-on, and she no longer trusted herself.
She thought it might be Judy calling, but she wasn't surprised to hear Roy's voice. Her husband often called her just to say hello and to see how she was getting along. While she was telling him that Randy was there-and the reason-and while he was saying that her nephew would be good company for her, she heard a giggle now and then and the faint sounds of other voices in the background.
She thought he might be in a cocktail lounge until she heard a female voice tell him to hurry up and get off the phone. Then, hearing her husband's whispered words and unable to understand them, she asked where he was. He said that he was in a motel room and some people from the next room had invited themselves over to have a drink.
"Hurry up, honey! Hey, if you knew what I was holding in my hands you wouldn't keep this stud on the phone!"
The female's loud words in her ear didn't surprise Laura; nor was she shocked. It was the first time Roy had let such a thing happen, though, and she knew that he'd had a little bit too much to drink. There was a long silence and Laura could picture her husband holding the receiver away from a female's mouth. She could also picture his hard cock being held by a female's clenched fingers.
"Are you still there, Laura? I guess you know that I didn't mean for anything like that to happen."
Roy's statement didn't sound very convincing to Laura and she wondered if he had finally decided to bring everything out into the open. Maybe it was the best that way. She wasn't jealous, as she did want her husband to get as much pleasure as possible, and she decided that she might as well find out for sure if he felt the same way about her.
"I'm still here," she said. "I don't know for how long, though. Judy should be home soon and I've talked to Randy enough-and know Judy well enough-to have the feeling that I might be left all by my lonesome. So, considering the fact that you are apparently having yourself a ball, I just might do the same. You wouldn't mind, would you?"
"Not at all," Roy said, chuckling. "It isn't anything new for either one of us, is it? Have fun and we will have a long talk when I get home. With the hope that this doesn't change anything between us, of course."
"It won't change anything as far as I'm concerned," Laura said. "Goodbye for now and have a good time. Tell that female with the loud voice to replace her hand with her mouth."
Roy chuckled. "She already has, honey!"
Hearing the click on the other end, Laura replaced the receiver. She was glad that things were coming out into the open, she thought. She was sure that there had been more than one female in the motel room with Roy. Maybe there had also been another man-or other men. The talk with Iris, and then with Randy, had made her eager to give sex with more than one partner a try. Maybe she and Roy could engage in group sex together. They had both been swinging so they might as well swing together-
"I think I'll go for a walk and look over the town, Laura. I won't be gone long. Unless I run into something very interesting and then I'll call you."
Randy was standing in the doorway. She saw that if his cock had gotten hard during the talk it had gone soft. She started to tell him not to leave, that she didn't want to be alone, but she asked if he knew the phone number in case he did want to call. He said that he had a good memory and that if she would give him the number he would remember it from then on. She gave him the number, he repeated it, then left by the front door. Alone, she sat on the couch and wondered what she should do to pass the time.
Just as she decided to have one beer, Laura saw her car turn into the driveway. She jumped up to go meet Judy, then sat back down, wondering what to tell the lovely girl about Randy. Should she give permission for the sex she knew both youngsters would want? Or should she tell Judy to keep away from Randy? She would just keep out of it and let them work things out for themselves, she thought-and hope that she could keep herself under control and not get involved.
Judy had been living in the house about six months and Laura had sensed that the girl had been getting a little restless lately. Perhaps her mother hadn't really been ill, after all. Maybe she had just used that as an excuse to get away for a few days. No, Laura thought. Judy had always been honest-ever since that day she entered that restaurant where the nineteen-year-old girl had been working. She had looked so attractive in her white uniform and had been so friendly. One word had led to another and she had offered Judy a job. By the third night Judy had been more than a maid. Much more.
"Hi! I got your car back safe and sound. Mom's better again so I thought I would hurry back before you decided that you could do without me for good!"
"I'm glad your mother's better," Laura said, returning Judy's bright smile, watching as the pretty girl hurried across the room toward her. Randy would get a hard-on just looking at the shapely girl, she thought, suddenly jealous because Judy was free to sample Randy's big cock.
"What's wrong, Laura? Is Roy home? I didn't see the station wagon."
Judy had stopped in front of Laura and Laura was glad that the sexy girl was so cautious. Usually there was some hugging and kissing even when they hadn't seen each other for a few hours.
Laura met the girl's dark eyes. "Roy isn't here, Judy, but we're going to have to-well, sit down and I'll give out with some news that you may or may not like."
Judy sat down beside Laura and Laura resisted the urge to take the girl into her arms. She was already sexy-hot and Judy was very easy to get aroused, but she was afraid that Randy would return at any moment. He might have seen the car turn in the driveway and decided to came back to meet Judy.
Laura did some fast talking, wanting to finish quickly in case Randy did return right away, but she did go into detail. She told practically everything she had heard and what had happened-including the incident in Randy's bedroom the night before.
Judy listened in silence, then said, "I think you have a problem, Laura. In your own mind, I mean. From your expression and from the way you talked I can tell that you-well, you do find your young nephew attractive in a sexual way, don't you?"
Laura forced a little laugh. "Does it really show that much! You must think that I'm really a low-down wanton bitch for having such crazy thoughts! Not that I'm going to let anything happen!"
"I can't see that there would be any harm done," Judy said calmly. "Not if you both accepted the fact that such things happen all the time and that it doesn't mean that the world will come to an end or some damn thing."
"You talk about the same as Iris," Laura said, going on and telling Judy what the woman next door had said-and then telling how Iris had caught her with the salesman and what had happened afterward.
"You have really been busy," Judy said, laughing. "It's a good thing I did come back, Laura! You seem to need some help in many ways!"
"Just don't let Randy know about the gay stuff, Judy."
"Then it's all right if I take him on? If he makes a pass at me, of course."
"Just don't tell me about it," Laura said, feeling a pang of jealousy as she had a mental picture of Randy's big cock slipping into Judy's sweet snatch.
Before Judy had a chance to answer the front door opened and Randy entered. He said that he had seen the car pull in, gotten curious, and decided to cut his walk short.
His eyes were on Judy and Laura wondered if she was getting some kind of a crazy obsession where her handsome young nephew was concerned. She was jealous, damn it, and for about two cents she would tell both youngsters to get the hell out of her house!
CHAPTER SIX
After making the introductions, and afraid that she would make an ass of herself if the three of them remained in the house together, Laura suggested that Judy take Randy for a drive and show him the town and surrounding area. She thought that maybe they would have a sex session in the car or at some other place and be satisfied enough to stay out of each other's room. She didn't think that she could take it if she knew that they were fucking right there in the house.
They both liked the idea, but they also both insisted that Laura go along. Secretly glad that they wanted her to go, as well as suddenly wanting to keep them away from each other as long as possible, she said that she would change into a street dress in case they decided to eat out.
She pleased Randy by telling him that he could drive, then knew that she had pleased them both when she told Judy to sit in the middle and they would all sit in front.
They rode around all afternoon, with Laura pointing out the places of interest and pretending that she didn't notice Randy glancing at Judy's legs and big breasts. The girl was wearing a very short skirt and a blouse. Her legs were bare and she couldn't keep from showing a great deal of thigh. But Randy seemed more interested in the big breasts.
Laura figured that he was curious as to whether or not the huge mounds would droop without support. She felt like telling him that they wouldn't sag enough to be unattractive. Judy actually looked a little top-heavy and Laura had been surprised to discover just how high the firm breastworks remained without a bra.
She wondered if Randy would be shocked to find out that she had kissed and sucked on the huge cones many times. She had the feeling that he wouldn't be, though, as he was very sophisticated for one so young, and she also had the feeling that it wouldn't upset him at all afterward if she became nutty enough to let him have sex with her.
Laura didn't become all that frustrated, as she was enjoying the ride-as well as just being with the two youngsters-and she finally told Randy to stop at a restaurant for dinner. He said that he would if she would let him pay and she laughed and said that a male escort should always pay.
Randy handled himself very well, Laura was happy to see, and she was glad that Helen and Cliff had taught him well when it came to manners and how to behave in public. He knew just how to order, how to keep an interesting conversation going while they ate, and even tipped well without over-doing it.
After dinner they returned to the house and spent an equally enjoyable evening. Laura felt that Randy and Judy enjoyed themselves with the harmless chit-chat, at least, even if she didn't understand some of the things Randy brought up for discussion. Politics and science and whether there was life on other planets didn't interest her very much. She knew that Judy was impressed by Randy's bright mind, however, and she was a little surprised that the girl seemed so knowledgeable on so many subjects.
Finally, at ten o'clock, Judy said that she hadn't been getting much sleep while sitting up with her mother, excused herself, and went to her room. Laura had started to get a little impatient, as she did want to visit Judy as soon as Randy went to bed, and she was glad when he said that he was also going to turn in.
"I've had a nice time today, Laura, and I want to thank you again for taking me in. Good night."
Randy called the last two words back over his shoulder and while telling him good night, Laura suddenly wondered if he and Judy had made arrangements to meet in one of the bedrooms after she went to bed. She really didn't think so, however, as they hadn't had a chance to talk when she wasn't around. Besides, she knew that Judy would be expecting her as soon as Randy had settled down for the night.
Laura went around and turned the lights off, locked the doors, and went to her room. She undressed in the dark, sat down on the side of the bed, and waited-wishing that she was going to join a male instead of a female. Gay sex was a hell of a lot better than masturbation, though, and maybe when Roy returned she would see if he wanted to share Judy. If he hadn't already done so, she thought.
Laura forced herself to wait all of fifteen minutes, then, not bothering to put on a robe, she went to Judy's room. The door was closed. She opened it and there was enough light filtering in through the drapes from a street light for her to see Judy on the bed. She closed the door behind her and decided not to turn the light on. Randy could possibly come downstairs for some reason, see the light under the door, and find some reason to knock.
Judy was on her back, naked and uncovered. She had apparently heard Laura open and close the door. She lifted her arms and said softly that she was really steaming. Laura wasn't in all that much of a hurry for an orgasm, now that she knew that she could have a tongue in her twat at any time, and she figured that just a brief lapping and sucking session would give the lovely girl a much needed release.
So, deciding that she wouldn't even take the time to feast upon the big breasts, the very sensitive nipples, Laura quickly got into position to bury her face between the eagerly parted female legs. The delectable aroma filled her nostrils, adding to her own excitement, but she fleetingly thought that she still preferred the delightful odor of a male crotch.
Grabbing the firmly rounded hips, Laura lowered her face and blew her breath on the cuntal lips. She enjoyed the little gasp that drifted down from the lips above. She licked up through the moist split, discovered that the smooth pussy lips weren't puffy, and was sure that Judy hadn't been fucked recently. Not that she would have minded. She liked the idea of delving her tongue into a cunt that had been pronged not so long before-and often felt that she would like to shove her tongue into a sperm-flooded cunt.
When Laura slipped her stiffened tongue between the hot, moist lips and probed deep into the hot folds of cuntflesh, Judy lurched upward and grabbed Laura's hair and head. Feeling the fingers digging into her scalp, and happily tongue-fucking the young darling, Laura didn't feel at all slave-like. Indeed, she experienced an exhilarating sense of power, similar to how she felt when sucking a hard cock, and she briefly felt a kind of pity for those unwilling to even experiment with oral sex.
Judy began squirming her lovely ass and Laura moved her tongue higher to the elongated clitoris. While lapping the sensitive and slippery bump of flesh, a kind of mini-prick, she wished that there was a large and stiff male cock there to be shoved into her feverish body from behind. She would like to have a hard prick in either hole-or maybe in her cunt first and then in her asshole-and by damn she would get her husband to do just that. Judy would go for the idea, that was for sure, and Roy could also fuck Judy while Judy was going down on her-
"OH, I'M CUMMING, LAURA! OH, SWEET JESUS!"
Laura had gotten her lips around the stiff passion-button and started sucking. She lapped and sucked greedily until Judy's body went lax, gulping and swallowing the salty-sweet secretions until Judy's clutching fingers dropped from her head and hair.
Still in no hurry to have the favor returned, Laura lifted her face and trailed her lips and tongue upward, right through the curly black mat to the shallow belly button. Then on up to the big mounds of firm and springy flesh, using her fingers to massage and mold the huge breasts while she tongued and sucked each erect nipple in turn.
Judy finally tugged Laura's mouth to her own. They kissed passionately, using their tongues, and Judy slipped a hand down between their bodies and inserted a finger into Laura's quivering cunt. Laura broke the feverish kiss and rolled over on her back. Judy, still finger-fucking Laura, followed and trailed her licking tongue down along Laura's squirming body.
Laura heard the little popping sound as the finger was pulled from her clinging cunt. But the finger was quickly replaced by a hot and slippery tongue and she hunched along with the expert tongue-fucking. She began moaning with pleasure as Judy started lapping and sucking her stiffened clit. Within a couple of minutes she spasmed, even enjoying the faint slurping sounds as Judy just as greedily gulped and swallowed the juices.
When Laura went limp and removed her clutching fingers from Judy's head and silky hair, Judy rested a warm cheek on one of Laura's thighs for a few seconds before moving up for a tender kiss.
Judy then got on her back beside Laura and said that she had really missed the pleasure that they had just shared while she had to be away. Laura said that she had missed Judy as much, even if she hadn't done without sex.
"I even masturbated," she added with a little laugh. "How many times did you finger yourself Off?"
"Three or four," Judy said. "Who counts? I wasn't thinking of Randy while I was doing it, though. That is what you were doing, isn't it? Maybe right after you kissed each other so passionately and you felt his hard cock?"
After a short silence Laura said, "What of it? The thought isn't the same as the deed, you know."
"I didn't say it was," Judy said. "But what's wrong with the deed in this case? You said that Randy's very experienced. I know that he's very mature for his age, so why deny yourself or him the pleasure?"
"If I have to try and explain that you wouldn't understand anyway," Laura said, wondering if her horny husband would even tell her to go ahead and have sex with her nephew.
"I've made it with a first cousin," Judy said. "That's considered incest in my family and in most States. It didn't bother me and if I had a brother and we made it together I don't think that would bother me, either. I'm sure that if I were in your place, or had a handsome young nephew myself, I wouldn't hesitate about letting him fuck me if I wanted him as much as I can tell that you want Randy."
"I don't want him because he's my nephew," Laura said. She laughed. "Whatever that means!" She sobered. "I think it's just because the forbidden or the supposedly unattainable is so close and yet so far. Something like that, anyway. Hell, I don't know what I mean! I just know that having a young fellow in the house and knowing what he has done, along with listening to him tell me about his sexual experiences, has made me hot for a hard cock. More so than usual, that is, but I'm determined not to give in to what seems to be threatening to become an obsession."
"I'm not trying to convince you to do anything, Laura. I'm just saying what I think I would do. I used to know a fellow who fucked his sister, and I also knew a girl who got banged regularly by her brother. Both couples seemed adjusted to the situation and-well, I just don't happen to think that incest has to be the big bad thing most people make it out to be."
Tired of talking and wanting more sex before she returned to her own bed, as she didn't want to sleep with Judy while Randy was in the house, Laura turned over and pressed her mouth against the girl's sweet lips. They kissed passionately, using their tongues, their hands caressing and clutching each other.
Soon Laura broke the kiss and shifted around until they were in the sixty-nine position. They took it slow and easy, enjoying the giving and the receiving, working each other up to another glorious finish. After they had lapped and sucked each other to a spasmodic climax Laura swung around, kissed Judy's wet lips briefly and tenderly, then swung from the bed.
They told each other good night and Laura closed the door behind her when she left. Just as she got a few feet from her own room the hallway light went on. Startled, she froze in her tracks and found herself staring into Randy's eyes. His eyes flicked down over her nakedness and she crossed her arms over her jutting breasts, then just as quickly pushed one hand down to cover her pussy.
"I was reaching for the kitchen light switch, Laura. I couldn't sleep so I came down for a glass of milk."
Suddenly feeling foolish standing there like a young girl trying to hide her body, and knowing that Randy knew that she had just left Judy's room, Laura dropped her hands to her sides.
"Give me a second and I'll join you," she said, surprised at her own calmness, knowing that she would rather face her nephew right then instead of waiting until the next morning to find out how he felt about seeing her leaving Judy's room while Randy didn't say anything and he hadn't lifted his eyes from her lower body. She hurried into her room, almost wishing that he would follow-still without a word-and then they could try and talk things out after they had done what they both wanted so very much to do.
When Laura came out of her room, after slipping into a robe, the hall light was out and the kitchen light was on. She knew that Randy had just happened to snap the wrong switch at the wrong time-or the right time for him to get a damn good look at her naked body. She tried telling herself not to get any crazy ideas.
Her nephew was sitting at the kitchen table drinking a beer. He grinned and told her that he had changed his mind about having milk. He had only slipped into a pair of pants to come downstairs. His chest was tan and almost hairless. The few light brown hairs seemed to shine in the overhead light and his nipples were obviously hard and stiff.
Laura remained standing near the doorway. "I thought I had better explain," she said. "I suppose you have guessed the truth and-well, there really isn't anything to explain, but I wouldn't want Helen to know and-"
"You don't have to explain anything to me," Randy cut in. "It isn't any of my business, you know, and you don't have to worry about me telling anybody. What you do is your own business and I'm not the type to attempt blackmail. You don't have to stay out of Judy's room just because I'm in the house. I won't say that I'm sorry I got to see what I enjoyed seeing, but you don't have to worry about me sneaking around trying to listen and take a peek."
"You continue to amaze me," Laura said. "You're so young to be so wise and understanding, I mean. I also admire your self-control. To prove that my self-control is equal to yours, I want you to go to Judy. Tell her that I want it that way and I don't want to hear a damn thing about it from either one of you in the morning!"
Laura turned and again hurried to her room. She closed the door and sat on the side of the bed in the darkness, wondering if she was actually losing her mind. But she was only causing something to happen that would happen sooner or later, anyway. Why make Randy and Judy suffer just because she had to? She was being very reasonable, actually, and they would never have to know that she had sneaked down the hall to listen and maybe even peek.
Because that was what she meant to do. That had been in the back of her mind while telling Randy to go to Judy. He had seen her body and she wanted to see his. She also wanted to see him in action-and if that meant that she was nuts then she would just have to learn to live with that fact.
Maybe Judy would undersand that she wanted to watch, Laura thought. Maybe Randy would think of that, too. They both might even think that she wanted to join-or that she would-but she would fool them here. She wouldn't join no matter how much she might be tempted. If she reached the point where she couldn't stand it any longer she would return to her room and masturbate or finger-fuck herself while peeking!
After forcing herself to wait at least ten minutes, as she figured that there would at least be some talking before the action started, Laura left her room. She was pleased to see that a light was on in Judy's room and that the door was open. She still had her robe on. She slipped down the carpeted hallway on her bare feet, her heart pounding, her excitement soaring, but telling herself that no matter if the youngsters did think that she might watch she didn't want to be caught doing so.
Keeping her body out of sight, Laura cautiously took a peek. She thought a little wildly that she had timed her arrival perfectly. She also had a perfect view of the bed and the young naked couple on that bed-and all that she had to worry about was being fast enough to duck her head back out of sight in case one or both looked her way. Which they weren't apt to do while finding their pleasure as they were right then, she thought, feeling a little pang of jealousy.
Randy was on his back and Judy was crouched over him, licking his balls and caressing his penis with one hand. His big organ was jutting toward the ceiling and the big sac was glistening with Judy's saliva. He had his hands clasped behind his head and his eyes were closed. The pleasure he was experiencing was registering on his handsome features.
Lifting her head, Judy wrapped the fingers of one hand around the thick base of Randy's poking cock. "Just how long is this big beauty, Randy?"
Randy opened his eyes and grinned. "A little over nine inches and still growing. I'm proud of it, of course, as I get a lot of comments and compliments, but I know that size isn't all that important when it comes to satisfying a female. Five or six inches will serve the same purpose, I mean, so I know that a fellow doesn't have to feel cheated just because he happens to have a short dick."
"When I get started sucking a cock I don't like to stop," Judy said. "I like to eventually have a spurting reward, I mean, and right now I also want to be fucked." She laughed. "Meaning, of course, that I'm greedy and hope that you won't have any trouble coming twice!"
"I won't have any trouble giving you three loads if you want to labor a little for the third. You don't have to worry about me cumming too soon the first time, either. I haven't shot off since last night, when I got so hot I had to beat off a batch, but I've had a great deal of practice learning self-control. Why don't you suck for a while, get on and take a ride when you're ready to melt, then suck me on off? After that I'll-"
"Let's not plan any further ahead than that!" Judy cut in, laughing low in her throat. "If I hadn't so recently spasmed I would practically be balanced on the brink right now!" .
Randy didn't say anything. But he did let out a little gasp as Judy leaned over and pushed her clinging lips over his swollen cockhead. He also brought his hands down and put them by his sides when she began taking more and more of the stiff shaft into her greedily sucking mouth.
Glad that Randy would have to turn his head to see her, Laura focused her eyes on Judy's bobbing head, her bulging cheeks and clinging lips, and her nephew's thrusting tool. Her own mouth watered as she saw Judy's saliva dribbling down the section of the rigid rod the greedy girl couldn't get into her mouth-or down her throat.
Judy only sucked for a couple of minutes, seemingly so passionate she just had to take the big cock into her cunt. She moved quickly, straddling Randy and his poking cock, doing her own guiding, lowering, engulfing the entire organ with one swift movement. Her mouth mashed down on Randy's parted lips and his hands went to her buttocks. She began bouncing her ass up and down and Laura wished that there was a handy cock to shove into her own steaming snatch.
Within thirty seconds Judy jerked her mouth and tongue from Randy's and blurted out that she was cumming. He held onto her wriggling ass and told her that he could hold back. She suddenly tensed, shuddered violently for a few seconds, then lowered her big breasts down onto his chest and was still for a few more seconds.
Randy removed his hands from her ass and Judy lifted and began moving down lower on him and the bed. She licked her own juices from his jutting cock, took the swollen glans into her mouth, squeezed his balls, and moved a fist up and down on the thick shaft while she sucked.
Laura, glancing at Randy's passion-contorted face now and then, sensed that he was just about to ejaculate seconds before he announced that fact. He arched slightly, and his muscular legs tensed, but he still didn't put his hands on Judy's bobbing head.
Judy sucked even more greedily and moved her clenched fingers faster on the shaft. Randy groaned and Laura saw that Judy was gulping and swallowing his spurting cream. She also soon saw that there was so much juice that Judy couldn't take it fast enough. The semen dribbled out from around her lips, down the jerking cock and onto her fingers.
When Judy lifted her head, Randy's cock was still hard and poking proudly. She licked the cream from his shaft, then from her fingers, and stretched out beside him. Afraid that she would be seen while there wasn't any action, Laura pulled her face back out of sight. Her legs were trembling and she leaned against the wall for support, fighting the wild urge to dash into the room and take a turn on the big hard cock. God, but how she would like to suck the big beauty, then take a ride with it in her quivering cunt, and then suck it to a spurting climax just as the lucky-ass Judy had just done!
"That's unusual, Randy. For your cock to stay hard after cumming, I mean."
"It doesn't always do that. It's just that I have been so hot and bothered since I got here. Besides, you also have a body that would make even an eunuch excited!"
"I wish Laura wasn't too stubborn or some damn thing to just let herself go and enjoy herself with what you have to offer, Randy. I know that she wants you just as much as you want her. Maybe if you talked to her, told her that you could take having sex with her without feelings of shame and guilt she would-"
"I'm afraid that it would upset her too much," Randy interrupted. "Afterward, I mean. No, Judy, I'm not going to be the one to make the first move. She knows that I want her, and that I would never tell my folks or anybody else, so if anything happens between us she will have to come to me. Besides, I think too much of her to take a chance on hurting her in any way. Hell, I just might try to talk her out of it if she did let me know that she was willing to give it a try with me."
"Then you would be just as silly as she is, Randy. Oh, that feels good!"
Laura had been listening, her hands under the robe and massaging her hard-tipped, throbbing breasts. She began peeking again and saw that Randy was suspended over Judy, balanced on one hand and arm while he feasted upon her big breasts. Judy was running her fingers through his hair, her ass already squirming against the mattress. He soon left the big magnificent mounds of firm flesh and moved lower, his parted lips kissing, his tongue darting, his hands molding the firm and smooth shapely body.
He skirted around the dark mat of curly hairs and she moved her legs helpfully as he went to her inner thighs. He kissed and licked that sleek flesh, his buttocks hiked high in the air, his testicles hanging, his big cock still hard and thrusting stiffly.
Laura didn't think that she could watch much longer without doing what she still thought might prove to be disastrous-for Randy as well as for herself. For a moment while listening to Randy and Judy actually discussing her, she had been within a split second of tossing her robe and all doubts aside and dashing into the room. But the moment had passed and she had somehow kept herself under control.
Now, watching as Randy licked up between the moist pussy lips she had tasted so often, her own pussy actually seeming to be begging for just about any kind of penetration, she decided that she would again relieve herself by masturbation-just as soon as she had watched Randy slamming the meat to Judy while he was on top.
Randy held onto Judy's flaring hips while performing cunnilingus. Even while lapping and sucking her through an orgasm he didn't slip his hands on under and clasp her wriggling ass. Laura thought a little dimly that the reason for that was because he was so eager to bury his hard cock in Judy's juicy cunt that he didn't want the slightest thing to cause a delay. His balls had drawn up in their bag and his stiff prick was making little jerking movements now and then.
Eating pussy really turned her horny nephew on, Laura thought, slipping one hand down from a throbbing breast and cupping her hairy crotch. Well, no real harm had been done so far and if she could just make it back to her own bed without being seen or heard nobody need ever know that she had peeked.
Randy lifted his head from between Judy's rounded thighs as soon as she removed her clutching fingers. Walking on his knees, he snuggled in between her legs, his poking prick aimed at her glistening pleasure gash. She put a hand down, placed the blood-engorged cockhead on target, pulled her hand out of the way, and he plunged his cock in balls deep.
Judy lifted her knees and dug her heels into the mattress. He pulled almost out and then plunged his long shaft all the way to the hilt again, still braced on his hands and arms. She put her arms around his neck and pulled his wet lips to her open mouth. He started fucking her with slow and steady in and almost out thrusts. She moved with him, meeting each thrust and at the same time rotating her hips and ass in little circular motions.
He pulled his mouth and tongue from hers, not stopping his rhythmic thrusts, and Laura knew that they were gazing into each other's eyes. She felt a stab of jealousy, but at that moment she was jealous of both the youngsters. She was an outsider, peeking, and they were enjoying the greatest of all pleasures.
"You really know how to use your inner muscles," Randy said.
"I've had a lot of practice, honey! I'm sorry that Laura is missing out on all the pleasure of having your big cock and educated tongue, but I'm glad that she was considerate enough to send you to me!"
"So am I," Randy said. "If she hadn't I would probably be using my fist right now just as she's undoubtedly using a finger."
Laura didn't want to hear any more. She couldn't take any more of the erotic sights, either. Not without fingering herself right there. She ran to her room, closed the door behind her, tossed the robe aside, then threw herself on the bed. Soon she was on her belly fucking her fingers even more frantically than she had the night before-
CHAPTER SEVEN
Even though she slept late the next morning, Laura was the first one up. She put on a robe to go to the bathroom, but she checked Judy's bedroom first. The door was open and that lovely girl was alone, still sleeping and still naked, the sheet kicked down and rumpled at the foot of the bed.
Staring at the beautifully stacked girl, remembering the erotic sights that she had observed the night before, Laura felt as if she hadn't even had an orgasm in days-and it seemed like ages since she'd had a man and a hard cock to enjoy.
Glad that Randy had been considerate enough to return to his own room, Laura brushed her teeth, showered, and went to the kitchen wearing only the robe. Why should she worry about showing some flesh? she asked herself. Randy had already seen what she had, and she should tease him a little to punish him for what he had said about her when he didn't know she could hear.
Unless, of course, Randy and Judy had both suspected that she was listening and peeking and they had talked for her benefit. Well, she had been damned close to joining them, that was for sure, and she didn't know if she could continue in such a manner much longer. Maybe she would take the car and go find a man with a hard cock and leave the youngsters to fuck and suck until they didn't have the strength to walk!
Laura made a pot of coffee and had just finished a cup along with some toast when she saw Iris come up on the back porch. The redhead entered without knocking, greeted Laura cheerfully, got a cup, sat down and poured herself some coffee.
"I saw your car, Laura, so I guess Judy got back okay. How about your nephew? Did he arrive? What kind of a fellow is he? Did he and Judy get along all right? Tell me what happened. Tell me all about everything. Did you and Judy get a chance to make it?"
Laura couldn't keep from laughing. "Where do you want me to start, Iris? And how can I answer with you doing all the talking?"
Iris also laughed. "I guess I'm still a little excited because of what happened. Between us, I mean. I could hardly wait until the time for Otis to go to work. I thought you and I could get together. Maybe at my house. You could even bring Judy over. If she's willing to come, that is. Did you tell her about us?"
"Yes, but there's no need for us to go to your house. Randy did arrive, in answer to your question, and I put him in an upstairs bedroom, but he came down and caught me coming out of Judy's room. I was naked, in fact, and he was wise enough to get the drift without being told. He's a very smart young man, really, and when I said man I meant just that."
"What happened, Laura? Anything exciting? Give me all the details!"
Seeing no reason not to, Laura told everything that had happened-except the talk she'd had with her husband on the phone. Iris listened with great interest and with obvious growing excitement. Laura was sexually excited by the time that she finished telling about watching Randy and Judy enjoying the various sex acts.
"Nine inches! God, how did you ever keep from rushing in and throwing yourself on that big joystick, Laura! Nephew, brother, father-it wouldn't have made a damn bit of difference to me, honey! You're silly, do you know that? Stupid, really! Using your finger instead of nine inches of hard meat and muscle!"
"Did I enter at an inopportune time? Hello, Iris. How are you?"
Laura looked around and saw Judy standing in the doorway. The girl was wearing a robe, but a good portion of her big breasts were exposed. Laura saw that the redhead's eyes were focused upon the deep valley between the huge mounds.
There was a long silence, then Iris finally said, "I thought I was all right until Laura told me about the exciting events that have been taking place!"
"How much did you hear?" Laura asked as Judy came over and stood beside her.
"Enough to know that you peeked last night," Judy said. "Unless Randy had already told you the length of his cock. We thought you would come and take a look. We were also hoping that you would join us."
"I was just telling Laura how silly I thought she was," Iris said. "I wish to hell I had been in her place!"
"You also used the term stupid," Laura said, putting a hand up and completely exposing one of Judy's big breasts. "Do you want some coffee before you take Iris to your bed, Judy?"
"I can have coffee any time," Judy said, laughing. "How about it, Iris? Are you in the mood?"
"I'm always in the mood!" Iris exclaimed, getting to her feet. Her glittering green eyes flicked from Judy's breasts to Laura's face. "Is it all right, Laura? I don't want to make you angry."
Laura caressed one of Judy's hard-nippled breasts. The robe had parted and both poking mounds were completely exposed. "Why should I get angry? I don't try to own anybody and I don't want anybody to try and own me. Run along and have your fun. Randy will be down later and if I'm still here I'll tell him to join you."
"Why don't you join us?" Judy asked. "Where are you going?"
"For a drive, for a man, for a hard cock! Now get the hell out of here!"
Judy and Iris hurried from the kitchen without another word. Laura stared at her empty coffee cup, feeling both silly and stupid. She wouldn't be doing anything she hadn't done before if she did join Judy and Iris-except become a member of that kind of a threesome, of course. But Randy would be downstairs soon, he would look for her-and for Judy-and she didn't want him to see her engaged in lesbian sexual activities even if he did already know that she was bisexual.
God, what a mess! Maybe she should take Randy with her when she went for a drive. She could take him to a motel room, or let him fuck her right in the car, and make him swear to keep it a secret. She had to get him and his big cock out of her mind some damn way-and maybe the only way was to go ahead and have sex with him. The after effects couldn't possibly be any worse than what she was going through right then-
"Good morning, Laura. How are you this fine morning?"
Laura didn't meet her nephew's eyes when she told him good morning. It didn't seem like such a fine morning to her, even if the weather was perfect. He got a clean cup, sat down and poured the coffee and she told him all right when he offered to fill her cup. He was dressed in a clean T-shirt and a tight-ass pair of faded jeans. Her eyes had automatically dropped to his bulge just before he had lowered his butt onto the chair on the other side of the table, and she'd had to fight against the impulse to make a crack about the fact that he probably hadn't had to beat his meat that fine morning. Not after banging Judy for no telling how long--
"I guess Judy's still sleeping," Randy said. "She's a swell person. I like her very much, and I think you're lucky to have her around. Not that she isn't also lucky to be around you!"
"Judy will tell you, so I might as well tell you myself, Randy. I sneaked down the hall last night like some kind of a sex nut and peeked."
"We thought you might," Randy said calmly. "It seemed to me like the natural thing for you to do. I guess you heard a few things, too."
"I took off right after you mentioned the fact that I would probably give myself relief. You used words to that effect, anyway, and you were right, of course."
"I'm glad that you can speak of it so calmly. Laura. Masturbation is just about as natural as breathing. It's supposed to be just a substitute for the real thing, of course, but I still enjoy having pleasure in that manner from time to time. Even in between having sex with a female, I mean. Have you given any more thought to what we both want?
I don't think it would be all that wrong, really, but I don't want to put any pressure on you. In fact, if you think it would be better for me to leave just say so."
"I don't know what I want," Laura said, meeting Randy's eyes for the first time. She looked away. "Oh, hell, I know what I want, but also know that it's impossible for me to have everything that I might want. I don't want you to leave even if it might be better for us both if you did."
"Why don't you just stop fighting your desires and kind of drift along with the tide, Laura?"
"If I did that I just might get stinking drunk! That's another one of my desires, you know, and I think I'll do just that! There's a sexy hot-ass redhead with Judy right now, Randy. Why don't you go turn it into a threesome? I'll stay here and find my pleasure with some whiskey."
"I won't leave you while you're in that mood," Randy said, reaching over and patting the back of her hand. "I'll stay here and get stinking drunk with you. Where did the sexy hot-ass redhead come from?"
"Next door," Laura said, pulling her hand from under his hand and from the table. "Her name's Iris and she has a husband, but I made it with her for the first time just recently. She found out about Judy-the fact that Judy and I make it together, I mean-and she had been practically panting since then. She thinks that I'm nuts for not sampling what you have to offer.
She's just as nutty, though, because her husband told her that he and I have made it a few times in his workshop next door and she didn't mind at all. In fact, she approved because she finally managed to get him to try oral sex. She thinks it would be all right for you and I to have sex together just because she has been making it with her own brother for years and years. I am blabbing, aren't I! Spilling my guts, really, and now I want you to get the hell out of here! Go join Judy and Iris!"
"Will you promise not to get drunk, Laura?"
She met his serious eyes. "I don't have to promise you anything, Randy. I just want you to take your nine inch hunk of manhood out of here before I go stark raving crazy and tell you to shove it to me right here on the kitchen floor!"
"That would be fun," he said, chuckling and getting to his feet. "I've read that some females like to be forced into doing something they really want to do, Laura. Well, I couldn't possibly use physical force on any girl, and I said that I wouldn't put any kind of pressure on you, but I will make a request. Just come to the bedroom and watch. As you did last night, only openly, and I won't touch you unless you ask me to."
While speaking, Randy's big cock had started lifting and now it was straining for freedom. Laura knew that her face was flushed and that her entire body felt feverish. She knew that he wouldn't do it-that he couldn't do it-but she wished that he would take her by force right there on the kitchen floor.
"You go ahead," she said, her eyes remaining on the big bulge in the front of his jeans. "I'll be along in a few minutes."
"Please don't get drunk, Laura."
"I'm not even going to have a drink," she said, shoving the chair back and getting to her feet. "You lead the way and I'll go watch you make Judy and Iris happy."
Randy laughed low in his throat. "Now you're talking!"
Laura followed her nephew from the kitchen, her pulse quickening, her heart pounding, but she stopped in the bedroom doorway after he had entered. She knew that there wouldn't be any turning back if she went any further.
Judy and Iris had obviously already gone down on each other-just as they had obviously been waiting for company. They were side by side on the bed, both naked, both sitting and leaning against the headboard.
Randy had stopped near the bed. Judy and Iris didn't notice Laura until he had removed his T-shirt and looked toward the doorway. He smiled and told Laura that she might as well sit down and be comfortable while she watched. Laura, her legs weak and her head feeling a little giddy, stepped inside and over and sank down on a straight-back chair.
"We were hoping that you would both come in here," Iris said. "My name's Iris, Randy."
"Hello, Iris! Who is that other lovely naked girl beside you?"
Iris laughed. "Just about the sweetest thing this side of heaven, honey! Along with your lovely aunt, of course! Judy tells me that you have nine lovely inches of meat, muscle and gristle and that you really know how to use it!"
"I never do any bragging myself," Randy said, chuckling and kneeling, first on one knee and then the other to quickly remove his shoes and socks. He straightened and pushed his jeans and shorts down far enough so that they slipped on down to the carpet. "I always let my partner do the bragging if there's any to be done."
"God, what a beautiful whanger!" Iris exclaimed. "It's only fair that I get first crack at it!"
Judy looked at Laura. "Are you really only going to watch?"
"That's what I came in here to do," Laura said evasively, suddenly wishing that the two hot-ass females weren't even in the house.
"Then I do want to be fucked first," Iris said. "After I take a taste, of course!", Randy stepped out of the circle his jeans and shorts had formed and walked to the bed, his stiffly thrusting cock swaying from side to side. Iris moved quickly, got on her hands and knees, and was in time to have her mouth directly on a level with his poking prick when he reached the side of the bed.
Iris licked the blunt end, lifted one hand and steadied the rigid shaft with a thumb and forefinger, opened her mouth wide, and engulfed the blood-engorged cockhead. She only sucked the knob for a few seconds, however, before pulling away, getting on her back, parting her legs, and saying that she wanted to be fucked.
But Iris didn't get her wish right away. Randy climbed onto the bed and buried his face between her legs. She clamped her thighs against his cheeks and began hunching. He grabbed her hips and started bobbing his head. She didn't grab his head and he only went down on her for about thirty seconds before lifting his head and saying that he had also wanted to take a taste.
While he was getting his stiff prick into position to penetrate the readhead's pussy, and she was putting a hand down to do the guiding, Judy moved until she was behind Randy and began running her hands around over his ass. .
When Iris had her hand out of the way, Randy remained braced on his hands and arms and began to slowly ease his cock into her cunt. But she lurched upward, little moans spilling from between her parted lips, and caused his prick to spear into her pussy all the way to the hilt. Then she lowered her ass back down on the mattress, he followed, and she began squirming her buttocks and rolling her hips.
Randy began pumping, slowly and steadily, and lowered his chest on the redhead's small breasts. She pulled his mouth to hers and as they kissed passionately Judy began kissing and licking around on his humping ass. Laura stared, her ass scooted out to the very edge of the chair, fascinated by the erotic sight, sexy-hot, but also feeling strangely calm.
She knew that she wasn't going to leave the room without making it with her horny young nephew. She also knew that she might regret it forever afterward, but she decided that she wouldn't worry about that then. She would just try to blot everything out of her mind except the pleasure of the moment.
When Iris pulled her mouh from Randy's and blurted out that she was about to come and he said that he was a long way from a climax, Laura got to her feet and slipped out of her robe.
Randy began pumping faster and Judy cupped his balls with one hand and caressed his ass with the other. Laura moved until her legs bumped against the bed, unnoticed by the passionate threesome, her hands squeezing her own throbbing breasts.
Iris moved wildly, bucking under Randy's pistoning prick, rolling her head from side to side and moaning loudly, her red hair swirling. Her fingers clutched at Randy's back and shoulders, urging him on to even greater efforts, and he lashed himself furiously.
Judy stopped caressing and kissing Randy's balls and humping ass and got on her back beside Iris, telling Randy to shift over to her just as soon as he had finished Iris off. She was on the other side of the furiously fucking couple and didn't see Laura standing there. Laura wasn't sure whether she wanted to be fucked first or do some fucking, but she did know that she wanted her nephew's big cock next.
When Iris finally sagged limply and Randy withdrew, walking backward on his knees to move over between Judy's eagerly parted legs, Judy and Iris saw Laura standing there beside the bed. Smiling brightly, Judy said that she wasn't in all that much of a hurry, after all.
Iris smiled just as brightly, told Laura that it was great that she was finally getting some sense, patted the bed beside her own lovely body, and told Laura to park her lovely body right there. Randy looked around, his eyes blazing and a happy smile on his face, but he didn't say anything.
Laura again wished that the other two females weren't there, but she climbed on the bed, deciding that she would save the cocksucking for later. Right then she wanted to be fucked and at the moment the fact that the big hard cock glistening with Iris' cunt juices belonged to her own young nephew didn't bother her the slightest bit. She desperately needed a hard cock, one was right there, and she was going to have it-
"GIVE IT TO ME," she said, squirming her ass. "OH, GIVE ME WHAT I WANT AND NEED!"
Randy had settled back on his haunches, his eyes focused on Laura's blonde crotch. Judy and Iris had sat upright and scooted their asses to the far side of the big bed, but their eyes didn't seem to be missing a thing. When Randy did move to get between Laura's eagerly parted legs she thought at first that he meant to bury his face in her crotch, but before she could even tell him that he could do that later he was snuggling himself and his stiff cock in for the penetration.
He guided his huge organ himself, bracing on one hand while he used his fingers to help insert the big glans between her quivering pussy lips. As he began slipping the hard meat to her, she hunched upward and his long and thick shaft plunged in and hit bottom.
She moaned and he groaned as his heavy balls slapped against her asshole and she wrapped her legs around his slim waist. He gazed into her eyes for a few moments, his own eyes filmed with passion, and then he buried his face beside hers.
He hadn't moved his cock after shoving it in to the hilt. She figured that he was adjusting to the sensation, getting used to the feel of her hot pussy before he started his thrusts so that he could last longer. She wished that he hadn't already fucked Iris, then thought that she should have waited until he had a second erection-or was going for a second ejaculation with the same hard-on.
She was so turned on that she knew it wouldn't take long for her to spasm, though, and she waited almost a full minute before she twitched her inner muscles. She was rewarded with a soft little groan in her ear and a rotating movement of his ass and pelvis that caused his cock to move without being withdrawn even a fraction of an inch. Her steaming twat felt so delightfully stuffed that she could think of nothing except the wondrous sensation.
When he started fucking her she moved with him, both outwardly and inwardly, and it seemed to Laura that it was the most natural thing in the world for them to be doing. She made no attempt to whitewash what she had finally let happen. She faced the fact that she was fucking her nephew and loving it.
They both coasted for a while, thrusting and counter-thrusting, but then the rippling waves of passion began to wash over Laura and she just had to quicken the tempo. Randy was right there, matching the faster pace, lifting his upper body until he was braced on his hands and arms.
"This is like a dream coming true," he said softly, his eyes gleaming, his huge cock continuing to probe the very depths of her clasping cunt on each downward stroke. "God, but I'm glad that you willingly agreed! I was afraid that I was going to finally have to beg!"
"Maybe I should do some begging now," she said. "Kiss me and try to fuck me through two orgasms! Oh, I'm just about to cum!"
Randy lowered his chest to her jutting breasts, mashed his mouth to hers, and they lashed their tongues together feverishly as they fucked faster and faster.
Laura bucked and lurched through a shattering orgasm, pulling her mouth and tongue from his, rolling her head from side to side on the mattress, her blonde hair swirling, and when she finally sagged limply her nephew's giant cock was still right there, rock hard and buried deep.
Randy only gave her a few seconds to rest before he started humping her again. Laura grabbed his surprisingly smooth ass and rotated her own ass while again meeting each thrust. Soon she whispered that she was going to cum again. He lashed himself furiously and she cried out and bucked frantically as the spasms again seized control of her body.
Again he still had his throbbing erection and he hadn't ejaculated. But he didn't stop pumping and no words were exchanged. She soon picked up the rhythm again and they moved together as one. For all of sixty more wonderful seconds she thrilled to the delightful dick pistoning in her succulent snatch.
Randy didn't have to tell Laura when he was about to cum. She knew. She matched the slightly faster pace and snapped at his swollen cock with-her cuntal muscles. When his big prick jerked spasmodically and pumped the scalding sperm out in spurt after hot spurt another mind numbing orgasm seized control of her frantically moving body.
It was a full minute before Laura recovered, so intense had been their climax. When the final throes of her release had passed, she heaved a little sigh and caressed her strong young nephew's back and shoulders and unwrapped her legs from around his waist. She wasn't sorry, she thought. She might live to regret it later, but right at that moment she wasn't sorry that she and Randy had enjoyed what they had both wanted so very much.
He lifted his face, smiled, and she knew that he felt the same way. His cock had started to go limp in her flooded cunt, but the big organ began to grow hard again as he kissed her tenderly on the lips.
"That was really an excellent performance, folks, but don't forget us!"
Iris had done the loud talking and Laura heard Judy let out a little laugh and say that it had been a very exciting performance. Laura had forgotten all about the other two lovely females.
"I don't want to be too greedy," she said, meeting Randy's passion-filmed eyes. "Besides, now that we have done it once I see no reason for not doing it again and again, do you?"
"No," he said. "Oh, no!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Randy withdrew with reluctance, Laura knew, and when Judy saw that his cock was still hard-or hard again-she got on her back and told him to fuck her. He got between Judy's legs, pushed his wet cock into her pussy, and they started right out fucking fast and furiously.
Laura wanted to wash, but she wouldn't have minded at all if Randy had continued to fuck her in her flooded cunt. His cock was so big that it would have still been a tight fit. She started to go to the bathroom to do a good job of cleaning herself, as she knew Randy would want to go down on her-and she wanted him to perform cunnilingus on her-but Iris said that she hated to see anything wasted.
Understanding immediately, and excited just by the idea, Laura settled back down and Iris quickly moved between her legs. The redhead's tongue delved into Laura's cunt and scooped out the cream. Laura enjoyed the lapping and the sucking, but she spent more time watching Randy and Judy fucking than she did Iris' bobbing head.
Randy fucked Judy to and through an orgasm, then jokingly asked who wanted to be next. Iris had just lifted her mouth and tongue from Laura's cunt. She said that it was her turn and quickly got on her back. Randy, meeting Laura's eyes, said that he could last a long time, then withdrew from Judy and moved between Iris' legs.
Laura watched Randy's big cockhead slip past the redhead's clinging pussylips, then swung from the bed, saying that she would be right back. She hurried to the bathroom, perched her butt on the wash basin, and did a thorough job of cleansing her cunt, inside and out, and the surrounding area, doing an equally good job on the latter.
Drying on a towel and taking it with her, she didn't waste anytime getting back to the bedroom and the action. She was already looking forward to being alone with Randy, but for the moment she meant to enjoy to the utmost what she supposed could at least be called a minor orgy. It would be great to have another man or two there, including Roy, but her young nephew was a very strong, long-lasting stud and had already given her just about as good a fuck as she had ever had. Just the idea that Randy was her sister's son added greatly to the pleasure for some strange and crazy reason-and so far she didn't feel much shame or guilt.
Randy was on his back, his hard cock jutting toward the ceiling, and Judy was on one side of him and Iris on the other. They were on their sides, their heads lifted, and their tongues licking around on his chest.
Both females looked up when Laura entered and Iris said, "We saved the best for you, honey!"
"Randy's nipples are just about as sensitive as mine," Judy said. "Iris and I decided that the three of us could work him over and then it will be your turn."
"I went along with the idea," Randy said. He grinned, then added, "But I'm willing to skip my turn if you don't like the idea, Laura."
"I can't think of a better idea at the moment," Laura said, climbing on the bed, her eyes on that big poking cock that she wanted to suck all the way to a spurting finish.
Laura got on her knees between Randy's legs, enjoying the exciting male smell drifting up to her nostrils. She felt all three pairs of eyes on her and found that being watched added to her own excitement. She put one hand down and cupped the heavy balls, remembering that the very young could produce semen very quickly.
She didn't think that Randy had ejaculated while she had been gone. She was sure that he had just fucked Iris to and through an orgasm and then pulled his hard cock out. She could tell that either Iris or Judy-or both-had licked the cunt juices from the rigid rod. Laura wouldn't have cared if the tasty female secretions hadn't been licked off.
She decided that at the first opportunity she would shove her tongue into a sperm-filled cunt. She wanted to do everything, try all the various group sex activities, and she was sure that her horny husband would like to be right there at that moment. She hoped that he wouldn't be shocked to discover that she was having sex with her nephew. She would tell him, of course. He would suspect it, anyway, and she was already sure that she wanted to keep Randy around for a long, long time.
Laura had been gently squeezing Randy's sac, liking the way the balls slipped around in their silky pouch, the fingers of her other hand wrapped as far around the thick shaft as they would go and slowly moved up and down.
She saw that Judy was jabbing her tongue against one of Randy's nipples and Iris was doing the same to the other stiff nub. His eyes were closed and he was caressing Judy's smooth back with one hand and Iris' equally smooth flesh with the other. She saw a little bead of pre-cum ooze out of the slit in the end of his swolllen cockhead. She leaned over, darted her tongue, scooped up the tasty drop of clear fluid, and a passionate tingle ran through her as she realized that she was actually going to suck her nephew's big cock.
She lowered her opened mouth slowly and after blowing her breath out licked around and around the hard, hot glans. She thrilled to the taste and to the lusty groan that she heard escape from Randy's lips. She lowered her mouth, enclosing all of the pulsating knob with warm, moist pressure, making sure that her teeth didn't harm the tender flesh.
Twirling her tongue, she massaged and tenderly caressed the soft, resilient skin of his balls with one hand while she stroked the thick base of his prick between thumb and forefinger of the other. She began to suck up and down along more and more of the rigid shaft with a hungry rhythm.
She relaxed her throat muscles and took the swollen glans deeper and deeper on each downward movement of her greedily sucking mouth, enjoying herself as much as she ever had while sucking a cock-even more so it seemed right then-and soon she felt his big nuts drawing up tightly in their sac.
She worked on the blood-engorged crown with her throat muscles, then sucked furiously when she lifted until only the big knob was in her mouth. She had her eyes wide open and she could see that Judy and Iris were greedily sucking Randy's nipples and some of the surrounding flesh.
Laura could also see the female bodies, the lovely asses, squirming slightly, and she dimly thought of putting a finger in each hot and tight twat, but she didn't want to remove her hands from Randy's throbbing cock and churning balls. She knew that there would be plenty of time for cunt-probing and cunt-lapping later. Right then she was more interested in the spurting reward she knew that she would soon be enjoying.
Randy's big cockhead expanded just a fraction more, and it even seemed that she could feel the sperm leave the balls that were gently enclosed by her hand and start the mad dash up through the throbbing shaft. She concentrated on the pulsing crown, sucking even more furiously, and made a fist around the shaft and swiftly milked up and down on the rigid rod.
She heard her nephew release a loud groan, felt his ass lift inches from the mattress, then settle back down as his cock jerked and jolted and exploded. Gob after gob of hot cum splattered against the roof of her mouth. She gulped the thick cream down, managing to keep sucking while frantically swallowing, and she didn't lose a drop, mostly because she finally took the spurting organ deep in her throat.
When the spurting stopped, and Randy's cock began to go soft, she lifted, pulling her clinging lips along the limber organ slowly and sucked out the last few sluggish drops of thick, tasty cream. She let the limp cock slip from her mouth, only then realizing that at some point she had closed her eyes.
Judy and Iris had pulled their sucking mouths from Randy's stiffened nipples. Randy's eyes were open and Laura knew that he had been watching her bobbing head. He smiled and said that it was his turn. She returned the smile and said that she was more than ready.
Which was really an understatement, Laura thought, watching as Judy and Iris took turns kissing Randy on the mouth before moving out of the way so that the shift could be made. Her pussy was already juicy from the thrilling pleasure she had experienced while sucking his lovely cock. She was eager to feel his tongue probing her hot snatch, but she was also looking forward to the time when they could lock themselves together in the sixty-nine position and enjoy simultaneous climax.
As soon as Judy and Iris got out of the way and made room Randy lifted and Laura moved onto her back. Saying that he would have to wait until some other time to suck on her beautiful breasts, Randy quickly got down between Laura's eagerly parted legs. He did take time to stare for a few seconds, breathing deeply with obvious enjoyment, before parting the blonde hairs with his fingers and then leaning over and licking up through the moist split.
Judy had gotten on one side of Laura and Iris on the other side, each fondling one of Laura's hard-nippled cones. Laura was stroking their backs and shoulders, as Randy had done while she sucked his cock, and when Randy snaked his hot and slippery tongue between her pussy lips they started tonguing and sucking on her erect nipples and a great deal of the surrounding firm flesh.
Laura lurched up to Randy's probing tongue, not trying to suppress the series of little moans that spilled from between her parted lips, and grabbed Judy's head with one hand and Iris' head with the other. Having three mouths and tongues stimulating her at three different places at the same time quickly had her racing toward an orgasm that hadn't been very far away right from the beginning.
Randy swabbed the walls of Laura's cunt with the flat of his tongue and slipped his hands under and clasped her sqiurming ass. Soon he tilted her at a perfect angle to get his tongue on her stiffened clitoris. He expertly lapped that sensitive organ for a few seconds, then burrowed his face deeper and got his lips around the entire tense and tingling bump of flesh.
Seconds after Randy added greedy sucking to his skillful lapping Laura bucked and bounced through a spasmodic release. The blissful orgasm was shattering in its intensity, made even better by the suckling at her breasts, and she continued to make little whimpering sounds even after she went limp.
Judy and Iris pulled their mouths away, causing little popping sounds as their clinging lips left Laura's elongated nipples. Randy lifted his face, licked his wet lips, and announced that he had a hard-on that he was sure would last a long, long time.
Laura met her nephew's passion-filmed eyes and knew that he wanted to fuck her again right away. Suddenly realizing that he might really get hooked on her body and her brand of sex and become too emotionally involved-and also fearing that the same thing could possibly happen to her where Randy and his big cock were concerned-Laura told him that she would take her turn after he had fucked Judy and Iris.
Seeming to understand the reason for Laura's words, Randy smiled, pulled his hands from under her ass, and said that he didn't want to take a chance on hurting anybody's feelings. Iris suggested that she go down on Judy while Randy fucked her dog-fashion. Judy said that would be fine with her, just as long as she could look forward to enjoying Randy's big cock again, and Laura moved out of the way while the three were arranging themselves in that position.
Iris waited until Randy had speared his stiff shaft into her snatch before leaning over and snaking her tongue between Judy's cuntal lips. Randy put his hands on the redhead's uplifted hips, but he didn't start his thrusts until Iris began bobbing her head and Judy started squirming her ass. Laura, her passion soaring again while watching the procedure, began sucking on Judy's nearest swollen hard-tipped breast.
She hadn't been sucking for very long when she heard the phone ringing. She pulled her mouth from Judy's breast and saw that Randy had also heard and was holding his cock deep in Iris' cunt. The redhead was still going down on Judy with gusto and Judy was apparently hearing nothing while lost in never-never land.
Laura said that she had better go answer and Randy puckered his lips for a kiss. She kissed him briefly, playfully patted his firm and smooth ass, then swung from the bed. She ran to the living room, not wanting to leave, but afraid that the call might be important.
It was her husband, calling to tell her that he might be able to swing back through and see her in two or three days. She knew that he was a little worried because of the last time they had talked on the phone and she couldn't keep from baiting him.
"How sexy is the female you're with this time, Roy? Does she have your cock in her mouth now?"
"I'm calling from a phone booth, Laura! I thought we had finally brought everything out into the open and had an understanding!"
"I guess I was just leading up to something to put our understanding to a test," Laura said. "It turned out that my handsome nephew is an experienced young stud and has been banging a neighbor woman with her husband's approval. In fact, the three of them were having themselves a great time when they were caught by Randy's father. I won't go into details now, but that's the reason Helen sent him to me."
"He sounds like quite a stud all right," Roy said, chuckling. "Don't tell me that the kid made a pass at you!"
"He does have the hots for me, Roy, but I'll have to admit that just thinking about giving him a break turns me on."
After a short silence Roy said, "You don't have to hesitate on account of me, honey. I think you know what I would do if I were in your place and it was a niece instead of a nephew." , "Maybe you had better tell me exactly what you mean," Laura said, deciding that she and her husband were going to have some great times from then on.
"Hell, if you want to make it with him just swear him to secrecy as far as his parents are concerned and enjoy yourself without any worrying!"
"I just might do that," Laura said, suddenly so eager to get back to Randy and the two females that she didn't want to take the time to tell her horny husband any more. In fact, I think I'll go see what the youngster has to offer just as soon as you hang up;, "Then I won't keep you any longer," Roy said, chuckling. Then, soberly, "I do have to go, baby, as I have an important appointment in this building in just about five minutes."
"Goodbye, Roy. Don't be surprised by what you might find when you get home."
Laura replaced the receiver before her husband had a chance to answer, suddenly not so sure that she was pleased by the unexpected turn of events. It certainly didn't make her feel very proud to have her husband admit that he was willing to share her body with another male.
Then, thinking of the pleasure awaiting her, along with the fact there would no longer have to be a certain amount of sneaking around to get what no one man could possibly give her, Laura hurried back to the bedroom, telling herself that everything really was working out just fine. Her husband had told her to enjoy herself without worrying and she was going to do her best to do just that!
There had been a shift in the positions. Judy was going down on Iris while Randy fucked Judy dog-fashion. Laura noticed that her nephew wasn't ass-fucking Judy and she suddenly started looking forward to when she could feel his big prick sliding in and out of her own asshole. But she would probably wait until sometime when they were alone, she thought. That kind of fucking usually triggered a man's climax in a hurry and Randy did have two other hot-ass females to please.
Laura could tell when Iris and Judy spasmed at the same time. She was afraid Randy was going to shoot another load because of the way he was pumping, but she didn't let him see that she had returned. She was curious as to how many times he could ejaculate without a long rest-and she also wanted to share his cream with Judy and Iris. She had already had two big loads and she remembered how she had thought many times of delving her tongue into a flooded pussy.
Iris saw Laura first and wanted to know who had called, saying that Randy had told her about the phone ringing, then laughing and explaining that there had been a roaring in her own ears at the time.
Laura had sat down on the side of the bed. Before she had a chance to answer Iris, Judy lifted her face from the redhead's crotch and announced that Randy hadn't shot off. Randy had left his cock in Judy's twat and was looking at Laura, apparently waiting for somebody to suggest the next move.
"It was Roy," Laura said. "He was just checking to see how I was doing. I told him that he had interrupted a finger-fucking session and he told me to think of him while I was finishing myself off. Why? Were you expecting a call here?"
"Not really," Iris said. "It's just that Otis was supposed to find out about his vacation today and I thought he might have tried to call me at home, then decided that I might be over here."
Judy said, "It's your turn to be fucked, Laura. You had better tell Randy how you want it and get into position before I tell him to prong me to and through another orgasm."
"It doesn't make all that much difference to me," Laura said. "As to the position Randy and I are in, I mean. I do think that we should let Iris have his next load, though. You and I are going to have plenty of chances with Randy, you know, and Iris probably won't. Besides, I watched Iris do her thing and I thought I would give it a try. I have never had a chance to lap a flooded cunt, I mean, and it didn't seem to turn Randy off when Iris did it."
"None of the sex acts possible between a male and a female turn me off," Randy said, pulling his hard cock from Judy's clinging pussy and settling back on his haunches. "Nor does anything females can enjoy together turn me off, for that matter. I think I can last at least another fifteen minutes, though, so I'll just time it so that I come while I'm fucking Iris."
Judy had moved until she was on her back beside Iris. Laura climbed on the bed and Iris was closer so she positioned herself between the redhead's long legs. She hiked her ass high in the air and began kissing and licking the sleek inner thighs.
She felt Randy's hands caressing her buttocks, then felt his lips and darting tongue. She wasn't in any great hurry to be fucked and she was curious as to just how uninhibited her horny young nephew was going to turn out to be. She soon found out that he wasn't the slightest bit inhibited when it came to anilingus. Not with her, anyway.
Because after kissing and licking the cheeks of her ass, he licked up through the crack and centered in on her puckered anal opening. He jabbed his tongue and she relaxed enough for the hot tip to penetrate the tight and sensitive aperture. She thrilled to the delightful sensation, knowing that she would return the favor some time, even though she didn't care to perform the intimate oral act on just anybody.
Laura had been licking closer and closer to Iris' puffy pussy lips. She slithered her tongue into the hot and juicy cunt and probed deep into the folds of wet flesh, partly to give and receive pleasure and partly to keep from telling Randy to replace his probing tongue with his hard cock.
She knew that many people, both male and female, didn't go for anal coition and she wasn't sure that she wanted to be pronged there under the present circumstances. It would mean a trip to the bathroom for one thing, and she also didn't want Randy to shoot off right away. Besides, she didn't know for sure that he liked ass-fucking and it would be better all the way around to wait until just the two of them were together to bring up the subject. Also, she might have to tell him not to try and insert his big cock into her anal tract without at least using pussy juice as a lubricant and Iris' clutching fingers on her head meant that she couldn't very well take time out for talking right then.
Randy suddenly pulled his tongue from Laura's tingling asshole, jabbed the slippery oral instrument into her gaping gash a few times, then snuggled his stiff cock in for the penetration. He shoved the hard organ into her quivering cunt and after a few steady strokes she knew that he wasn't going to withdraw and plug her quivering bunghole-which she had suddenly hoped that he would do without saying a word. She moved along with his deep and powerful thrusts and moved her tongue higher in Iris' clasping cunt to start lapping the erect and slippery clit.
When Iris began hunching demandingly Laura added sucking to her lapping and soon had the redhead shuddering through an orgasm. Laura didn't try to cum, as she was afraid that might trigger Randy's ejaculation, and after Iris allowed her to lift her head she saw that Iris and Judy had been passionately kissing and she was sure that they hadn't noticed Randy tonguing her asshole.
Randy, leaving his hard cock buried deep in Laura's clinging cunt, wanted to know who wanted to be fucked next. Judy pulled her mouth from Iris' and said that just a few thrusts would make her melt. She got on her hands and knees and Randy withdrew from Laura and was soon fucking the dark-haired girl dog-fashion.
Judy said that she would like to have a pussy to lap while she was being fucked and Iris said that she had better remain in position to receive Randy's cream. Laura was ready for another climax, but she would have placed her cunt under Judy's face even if that hadn't been true.
Laura thrilled to an orgasm just as Randy pronged Judy to a release. Laura gazed into her nephew's passion-glazed eyes during the entire process and she found the experience very exciting. She decided that she would try to make arrangements for Randy to live in the house permanently. Roy wouldn't mind, she was sure, and all they had to do was keep Randy's parents from knowing what was going on.
After Judy had lifted her face from between Laura's thighs, and Randy had rested for a few seconds while still coupled with Judy, he said that he thought with a little concentration he could soon blast off.
Iris said, "After Randy fucks me and you find out what I have enjoyed so many times, Laura, I think I had better go home. Otis might call and my brother said that he might get a chance to drop by today. Did you tell Randy and Judy about my relations with him?"
"Yes, but they won't tell Otis or anybody else."
"I'm not ashamed or anything like that," Iris said. "It's just that Otis, along with society in general, would find such sexual activities repulsive, even though I know that just the thought of incest exerts a strong voyeuristic fascination for many people."
"All people have sexual fantasies that they would never admit to having," Randy said, pulling his hard cock from Judy's cunt. "It isn't necessarily a weakness to give in to such secret desires. In fact, it takes a great deal of strength and guts, really, and I'm sure that Laura and I have enough of both to carry us through any and all possible results."
Randy was moving between Iris' long legs and aiming his glistening joystick at the redhead's pleasure gash. Iris let him do his own guiding and Laura silently agreed with his words as she watched his rigid rod slowly sink into the clinging cuntflesh. She and her nephew weren't doing anyone any harm, she thought-and they were doing each other a lot of good. Besides, their incestuous relationship wasn't the same as it would be if they were sister and brother or mother and son. She had even read about an attractive woman and her nephew being charged with killing the woman's husband and nobody had seemed all that upset about the fact that the aunt and nephew were having sex-
"This might be a good time to tell you something, Laura. It's more like a confession, really, and I hope it doesn't change things between us," Judy confessed.
Laura and Judy had been watching as Randy and Iris fucked with slow and rhythmic movements. The redhead had wrapped her long legs around his waist, his head was buried beside hers, and they were clasping each other's ass. Laura, meeting Judy's dark eyes, suddenly knew what the girl meant to tell her. She wasn't jealous. She was even glad that Roy had already banged the lovely girl-and she wondered why she hadn't suspected it all along.
"You and my horny husband were really very careful," Laura said, smiling. "You should have told me sooner and we could all have been enjoying happy threesome sessions all this time."
Judy also smiled, seemingly with relief. "Things have changed around here since Randy arrived, you know, and Roy and I didn't have very many chances to make it, anyway. It wasn't a regular thing, mean, and it wasn't as if we were cheating you out of much pronging. You really don't mind?"
"Not at all," Laura said. "I will want to talk about it more later, and ask some questions, but right now I'm much more interested in what I'm sure is going to happen at just any moment."
Randy and Iris had started fucking faster and Laura knew that both were swiftly approaching the glorious moments of sexual ecstasy. She got into position where she would be ready when her nephew removed his drained cock from the redhead's sperm-filled pussy.
Lifting until he was braced on his hands and arms, apparently not forgetting what Laura meant to do, Randy began making short rhythmic to-and-fro thrusts, his passion registering on his handsome features. Iris gyrated wildly, dropped her legs from around his waist, and dug her heels into the mattress.
They climaxed simultaneously, Laura knew, and she again thought what a beautiful sight all acts of sex really were. She saw that Judy had gotten into position on the other side of the wildly moving couple and she didn't have to be told what the girl meant to do, fleetingly thinking that she could have also taken care of the pleasant task of cleaning Randy's truly delightful dick.
Randy pulled his rapidly softening cock from Iris' cunt and moved back out of the way. Laura took the time to watch as Judy took a large portion of the wet and limber prick into her mouth, then buried her own face between Iris' thighs.
Laura scooped up the tasty cream that had dribbled on the puffy vaginal lips, then burrowed deep and sucked and swallowed until she had consumed the very last drop of sperm that had mingled with the equally tasty female juices, dimly thinking that she had added still one more sex act to those she had already enjoyed so very, very much-
CHAPTER NINE
As soon as Laura lifted her head from between Iris' sleek and warm thighs, eager to see what Randy and Judy were doing, the redhead said that she had better be going. Getting back out of the way so that Iris could swing from the bed, Laura saw that Randy and Judy were stretched out on their backs.
Judy said that she'd had it for the time being and Randy said that he had better get some rest, too. Laura was a little disappointed, but she managed not to show it and said that she was tired and sleepy.
She thought she was lying, but she soon found out differently.
Because after Iris had dressed, saying that she didn't know when she had last enjoyed herself so much, and then left, Laura stretched out on her back and closed her eyes, figuring on soon enjoying more exciting sexual activities with the two youngsters-and especially with Randy.
Laura knew immediately that it was late afternoon when she next opened her eyes. She also saw immediately that she was alone on the bed. Wondering where Randy and Judy had gone, and why they had left the bed without awakening her, Laura sat up, swung from the bed, and hurried from the bedroom-still naked.
She found Judy in the kitchen just finishing a cup of coffee. The girl was dressed in a skirt and blouse and her handbag was on the table. She asked where Randy was, thinking he might have gone upstairs to his room.
"He went for a walk," Judy said. "He said that he wanted to think and also that he needed a different kind of exercise."
"Do you think that he's having regrets or some damn thing?" Laura asked, suddenly worried, afraid that her young nephew wasn't quite as sophisticated as she-or he-had thought.
"I'm sure that isn't a problem with Randy," Judy said. "I think he mostly wanted to recover from the work-out we three horny gals gave him. That, and the fact that he's afraid Roy will find out, raise hell, and make him leave. You don't have any regrets, do you, Laura?"
"No. Not yet, anyway."
"That's good," Judy said. "I've given it some more thought and I think the taboo against incest is basically a crock of crap. What better way for members of a family to show love and affection? Besides, you and Randy aren't as much blood kin as many people who have incestuous relationships. But I said something like that before, I guess. There is one thing I would like to do, Laura. That's the reason I'm dressed."
"What's that?" Laura asked.
"I think it would be better for you and Randy to be alone so that you can get things settled. Besides, I know that at times three's a crowd even where sex is concerned. I thought I could go spend some more time with my mother and come back tomorrow.
"If that's what you want it's all right with me," Laura said. She laughed. "In fact, I think that's what I want. I will let you in on one thing, though. Something that should make Randy feel better about the whole deal."
Laura went on and told Judy about the two telephone conversations with Roy, going into detail, and Judy said that everything was sounding better all the time, then wanted to know if Laura was going to tell Randy.
"When I feel that it's the right time," Laura said. "I think I'll go shower before he returns. Did he give any hint as to how long he would be gone?"
"No. We got up about an hour ago and he dressed and left within a few minutes. Iris came over just as he was leaving. She wanted to let us know that her husband got his vacation. She said they would be gone for about two weeks and she wants us to keep an eye on their house. She also said that her brother had called and told her that he couldn't make it today. I guess that was a damn good thing, because Otis came home not long afterward and I saw them drive away just a few minutes ago."
"I'm hungry," Laura said. "Did you eat? How about Randy?"
"We had sandwiches," Judy said. "Do you want me to fix you something before I go?"
"No, you run along and call me if something happens to prevent you from coming back tomorrow."
"I will," Judy said, standing and playfully tweaking Laura's nipples.
Telling her that she had better stop or she would have to take her clothes off again, Laura kissed Judy lightly on the lips. Laughing, Judy told Laura not to tempt her, then hurried across the room and out the door.
Laura prepared and ate some ham and eggs and had two cups of coffee, wondering if she should prepare an evening meal for Randy. She decided to wait and see if he had eaten out, feeling a surge of excitement when she thought of them being alone in the house that night.
She put the dishes in the sink to do later and hurried to take a shower, wanting to be fresh and clean when her nephew returned. She hoped that he hadn't changed his mind about staying. Maybe when she told him about Roy's approval that would make him want to stay and live there even when it was time for him to start school.
Thinking that anybody able to read her mind would think she was nuts for thinking of a sixteen-year-old nephew in such a manner, Laura decided that maybe she was slightly off her rocker. She adjusted the spray in the shower stall and stepped inside. It wouldn't be lonely with Randy around, though, and she wouldn't have to go looking for a hard cock-and she hadn't even thought about having a drink since she had followed Randy into the bedroom and they had joined the two sexy females.
Laura soaped herself all over, paying particular attention to her crotch, and caught herself wishing Randy was in the stall with her. Then, as she often had, she wondered just how much sex it would take to really satisfy her.
Rinsing the soapy lather from her body, Laura turned the water off and stepped from the stall. She got a towel and gave herself a brisk rubdown, brushed her teeth, then went to her bedroom. She dabbed perfume here and there and applied makeup just as sparingly.
Deciding that she had better dress, as she couldn't very well go around naked and she knew that it looked lazy and sloppy to go around in a robe, she picked out clean shorts and a halter. She knew that she looked good in white and she knew that Randy would appreciate seeing some flesh even if he happened to be too pooped to do anything about it.
She would have to remember, she told herself, that no one male, no matter how young and strong, could ever keep up with an over-sexed female like her. Unless the male was satisfied to use his mouth and tongue a hell of a lot-and after a certain amount of oral sex, either with a male or female, she needed a hard cock to apply the finishing touches.
Looking in the full-length mirror and approving of the way the tight shorts and halter hugged her body, Laura went into the living room. She sat on a couch, not even bothering to turn through one of several handy magazines, and waited impatiently for Randy to return.
She hoped that everything would work out okay for them both. She wasn't jealous, she had proved that while her nephew was having sex with Judy and with Iris. She wouldn't mind if he had sex with other females, with girls closer to his own age, and while he lived there she wanted him to have normal activities outside the house. She just wanted him there when she so desperately needed what he had to offer.
Maybe she had done wrong to have sex with him in the first place, but the deed had been done and there was no way of changing that fact even if she wanted to. So, since she hadn't really seduced him in the strictest sense of the word, and since he had already been experienced, she couldn't think of any logical reason why they shouldn't continue the relationship.
Especially since her husband had put his stamp of approval on the whole deal, Laura thought, standing and pacing nervously about the large room.
God, she hoped Randy hadn't changed his mind! They could have so many wonderful times together, when they were alone-and while Roy or Judy or both were there.
Maybe Randy could bring the young friends he was sure to meet. Both male and female. He could choose carefully, picking those youngsters with ideas like his own and-Laura laughed aloud and threw herself down in an easy chair. Was she ever getting crazy ideas in her feverish little mind!
But it could possibly work out that way. She had read a book, a sex novel, where there had been a similar situation. Only the main characters had been a beautiful mother and her handsome young son. The father had been away a great deal and the boy and his mother had started making it together.
Only everything the boy-a man when it came to the size of his cock-did with the sexy mother had been a first for him. She had started out teaching him how to soul-kiss. Even reading about the passionate, tongue-lashing kisses being exchanged between mother and son had been very exciting. But as the story had progressed the sex scenes had gotten hotter and wilder.
The boy with the man-size cock had really been the instigator. Deliberately teasing the sexy mother in various ways, finally letting her catch him beating his meat. She had let him fuck her, eventually losing all feelings of shame and guit-which her young son had never had-and she had taught him everything there was to know about sex.
She had sucked his big cock, then he had lapped her cunt. They had done a sixty-nine and later she had tongued his asshole. He had then performed anilingus on his beautiful, hot-ass mother-liking it-and then he had ass-pronged her. They had loved that, along with all the other exciting sex acts.
At the end of the story, after many exciting things had happened, there had been a wild scene with many young boys and girls at a sex party in the practically fatherless home. The boy and the mother had enjoyed various partners, with the mother being bisexual as well as most of the girls-and at the end the mother and son had coupled. There had been no jealousy, each wanting the other to have all the happiness possible, and there had been words exchanged to the effect that they were both happy with what they thought was a perfect arrangement.
Thinking of the story, the sex scenes, made Laura just about as sexy-hot as she had been while reading it. Only then she had masturbated to relieve the tension and now she was impatiently awaiting a young nephew equal in all ways with the young stud in the book-
* * *
The front door opened and Randy entered. He smiled and closed the door behind him. Laura had to fight the impulse to jump up, run over, and throw her arms around his neck. The bright smile on his handsome features seemed to indicate that everything was going to be just fine.
Randy was wearing a T-shirt and the tight faded jeans. Laura didn't try to avert her eyes from the big bulge as he walked over and sat down on the couch. She had sat up straight and scooted her ass to the very edge of the seat cushion. She settled back, crossed her legs, and enjoyed the way his eyes flicked over her exposed flesh.
They sat there for a minute or two, still in silence, until Laura finally said, "Judy left again. She should be back sometimes tomorrow."
"She said that she might go," Randy said. "Did Iris and her husband get started on their vacation?"
"Yes. Where did you go, Randy?"
"Just for a walk. Didn't Judy tell you? I had to think things out and I can do better when I'm off by myself. I wanted to really believe that I could handle things before going any further with Our-well, you know."
"What did you decide?" Laura asked, sure that she already had a general idea, but wanting to hear what he had to say about the situation.
"For one thing I wanted to feel sure that it wouldn't be doing you any harm, Laura. I don't think it will, but I would like to hear you say so."
"It won't," Laura said. "I've done some thinking, too, and you don't have to worry about me being jealous or anything like that. If you live here you will still have your freedom to go with other girls and-well, you know what I mean."
"I'm not sure that I would be able to," Randy said, grinning. He sobered. "I was thinking more about me and my possible jealousy, Laura. I'm sure that I can handle that all right, even though I will admit that my emotions are involved to a degree. I won't let that become a problem, though. There is one problem and I guess you have given it some thought. How about your husband? How about Uncle Roy?"
"You don't have to worry about Roy," Laura said, deciding that she would wait until a later time to tell him about her talks with her understanding husband. "He isn't here all that often or for all that long, I mean, and we can't be locked in some kind of a passionate embrace all the time, can we?"
"I wish we could," Randy said.
"Why don't we settle for right now, honey?" Laura uncrossed her legs and got to her feet. "Unless, of course, you would rather rest a little longer."
"Right now it's almost as if I hadn't had any kind of sex in days," Randy said, standing and revealing the fact that his huge cock was straining for freedom. "A few times I was wishing that it was just the two of us while we were making it with Judy and Iris."
"I wished the same thing," Laura said, whipping the halter off and letting her jutting breasts swing free. "We're alone now, though, and we are free to do anything we want to do just as long as we are able."
Randy peeled the T-shirt off over his head and his eyes were still on Laura's thrusting breasts after tossing the garment aside. He sat back down and it didn't take him much longer to remove his shoes and socks. While he was doing that, his eyes lifted to Laura most of the time, she kicked out of her sandals and quickly removed her shorts and brief panties.
She started to rush forward and drop to her knees between his legs and pull his big hard cock out herself, but she restrained herself, somehow, and slipped to the soft and thick carpet just as gracefully as she could. He got to his feet, his eyes blazing and flicking over her naked body, and it was only a matter of seconds before he was just as naked-but even so Laura mentally urged him to be faster.
His poking prick swaying from side to side, Randy rushed forward and dropped to his hands and knees, straddling Laura, his opened mouth going to one of her poking breasts. He tongued and sucked greedily, taking a large portion of the hard-tipped mound in his hot, wet mouth, a hand caressing the other spiked breast lovingly.
He was suspended over her, not touching her body with his stiff cock, his legs barely making contact with her outer thighs. She let him feast without touching him, remembering that he hadn't lavished oral attentions upon her breasts before, and also a little glad that the previous sexual bout had taken the sharp edge off her passion.
And his, too, she soon found, as he didn't get in a hurry to go on down and penetrate her pussy with his tongue-or with his cock. He soon trailed over to her other breast, however, licking down into the deep valley and up the steep slope before just as greedily tonguing and sucking that jutting mound of firm flesh.
Laura didn't apply any pressure, with actions or with words, but it wasn't all that long before Randy left her throbbing breasts and started the downward journey. He molded her squirming body with his hands as he kissed and licked, not missing an inch of her trembling belly and taking the time to tongue her shallow navel.
He skirted around her blonde bush with his licking tongue, but he parted the short and curly hairs back from her moist split with his fingers while licking her inner thighs. Just when she thought he would be going to her steaming snatch with his mouth and tongue he went lower. He trailed his moistly parted lips and darting tongue all the way down to an ankle, walking backward on his knees, then worked his way back up her other leg to her crotch.
He laved the flat of his tongue up between her pussy lips, put his hands behind her knees, and folded her legs back until her thighs made contact with her stiffened nipples. Holding her in that totally exposed position, he lovingly licked every square inch of each smooth ass-cheek.
She relaxed, knowing what he meant to do, what she wanted him to do, and decided that she would give him the same kind of thrill when it came time for her to lavish her oral attentions upon his body. She wanted him to know that she was just as uninhibited-and she knew that she was going to tell him to fuck her in the ass sooner or later if he didn't offer to do so.
Laura didn't try to suppress a little moan as Randy lapped his tongue up through the crack of her ass. He darted his tongue against the knot a few times, then placed the stiffened tip against the tiny opening and probed until he had at least an inch of the hot and slippery flesh in her tingling asshole.
He kept tonguing the sensitive hole until she was so passionate she thought she was going to have to tell him to stop and give her nervous system a rest. But just before she reached that point he lowered her legs down over his shoulders and shoved his tongue into her quivering cunt. He tongue-fucked her pulsing pussy until she was right on the brink of an orgasm before he finally went to her enlarged clitoris.
Burrowing deep, he lapped and sucked that erect organ long enough to send her soaring through an entire series of blissful orgasms. She clutched at his bobbing head with her fingers, hunched and wriggled wildly, whimpering and cried out with pleasure, and finally asked him to stop and give her time to catch her breath.
He stopped and lifted his face, concern showing through the passion in his eyes, and asked if she wanted to rest before he fucked her. She told him to shove the hard meat to her, that she had only felt that her nervous system couldn't take any more lapping and sucking right at that moment.
He moved his body and his thrusting tool into position between her legs, let her do the guiding, then slowly shoved his hard cock into her clasping cunt until it was balls deep. She lifted her knees, dug her heels into the carpet, and rotated her ass and began counter thrusts as he started fucking her with slow and steady strokes.
She didn't want him to ejaculate. Not right away. She wanted to return the oral favors he had bestowed upon her, eventually sucking him all the way off, maybe while they were in the sixty-nine position, and then let him fuck her all the way to a spurting finish during his second ejaculation. At least she hoped there would he a second before too much time had passed.
Randy had remained braced on his hands and arms while they fucked rhythmically. He seemed to read Laura's mind, because he told her that he could last a long time. She told him that was good news and pulled his wet lips to hers. He let her lick his lips before mashing his mouth to hers and shoving his tongue almost deep enough to swab her tonsils.
They kissed passionately and took turns sucking on each other's tongue. She quickened the pace, deciding that she would let him prong her through a climax before having him withdraw so that she could give him a tongue-bath and suck his lovely cock. He began pumping faster, moved his gripping fingers from her racing hips to her wriggling ass, pulled his mouth and tongue from hers, and said that he wanted to look at her face while she made it.
She left her eyes wide open, enjoying the fact that he was seeing the passion registering on her face, and melted into a spasmodic release. He kept right on pistoning his prick in her spasming snatch for a few seconds after her body had ceased all motion. Then he kissed her lips tenderly, let go of her ass, withdrew his hard cock, and got on his back beside her.
Having recovered by then, Laura quickly suspended herself over Randy. She licked her juices from his thrusting cock, whispered that she would soon be back to that big beauty, moved up and began tonguing and sucking his erect nipples, each in turn, and he ran his fingers through her hair. He said that he could feel little electric-like Shockwaves darting back and forth between his nipples and his cock.
She stopped long enough to tell him that she knew exactly what he meant, tongued and sucked the hard tips a little while longer, then kissed and licked down across his flat belly. She gave his shallow navel the same treatment he had given hers. She also skirted around his curly pubic hairs, his poking cock, his heavy balls, and licked his inner thighs when he moved his legs helpfully.
She only kissed and tongued down to his knees, though, as she was becoming eager to take his hard cock into her mouth. She did remember what she had decided to do after she had licked his balls until the sac was coated with her saliva. She folded his muscular legs back against his chest, with his willing help, and began kissing and licking the cheeks of his firm and smooth ass.
Trying not to miss an inch of his ass-flesh, she licked in ever smaller circles, getting closer and closer to the deep crevice and the tiny puckered hole that seemed to be winking at her now and then.
She lapped her tongue up through the crack of his ass, spread the cheeks with her hands, and pressed her mouth against the tiny anal opening. She stiffened her tongue and jabbed it against the hot flesh. She managed to get her tongue in about as far as he had gotten his tongue in her.
Laura didn't find the act very exciting, except for the fact that she was giving Randy the same thrilling pleasure she had just experienced, and she fleetingly wondered why more males didn't like to take a cock up the ass. Maybe it was because most males didn't like to touch another male in any way, she thought, pulling her tongue from Randy's anus and indicating with her hands that she wanted him to lower his legs.
When Randy's legs were flush against the carpet again, Laura licked up along the underside of his big jutting cock and planted a wet kiss on the blunt end. She then steadied the shaft with a thumb and forefinger and took the blood-engorged crown into her mouth. As always, the sensation of enclosing a swollen cockhead in her mouth sent shivers of lustful pleasure spreading over her entire body.
The fact that it was her nephew's thick shaft filling her mouth seemed to make it even better because it was supposed to be forbidden. Curling her tongue around the broad cockhead and licking the most sensitive places, she began bobbing her head. Her tongue pressed the big, satiny bulb into the roof of her mouth at first, as she didn't think she wanted the pleasure for either one of them to end right away, but she soon got carried away and started taking the knob deep in her throat.
"Swing your lovely ass around and let me get at your sweet pussy, Laura! Then, if you like the idea, we'll blast off at the same time!"
Laura liked the idea very much. She loved the idea, really, and she didn't waste any time following Randy's loudly spoken instructions. Keeping his hard cockhead in her mouth, using the thrusting cock as a pivot, she walked around on her knees until she could straddle his head.
He clasped her buttocks with his hands, tugged, lifted his face just long enough to swipe his tongue between her pussy lips, then told her that it would be better if they got on their sides.
His words were muffled, but she heard well enough to understand and she silently agreed. He applied a little pressure with one hand, enough to indicate which way he wanted her to roll, and they were soon on their sides.
She hadn't stopped sucking and twirling her tongue, wanting to keep him primed so that he would be ready to shoot off when she melted. She was also far more interested in taking his cream in her mouth than dimming herself at that moment, as she had already spasmed almost countless times that day and she knew that she could still go on and on having orgasms.
He shoved his tongue into her cunt and tongue-fucked her for a few minutes, staying well away from her clitoris, and she knew that he was trying to time it so that they would enjoy a mutual release.
She felt like stopping sucking long enough to remind him that she could cum time after wonderful time, but then she felt the telltale expansion of his cockhead and thrilled to the way he began lapping and sucking her throbbing clit.
She began sucking even more greedily, milking the section of the pulsating shaft that she couldn't get into her mouth and down her throat with her fist, while using her other hand to fondle his heavy, sperm-laden balls.
At the exact same time Laura spasmed because of Randy's skillful cuntlapping, he thrust in as far as her hand would allow his big cock to go and the throbbing tool jerked spasmodically as the hot, thick sperm spurted into her mouth and down her throat. She kept on sucking and swallowing until his big balls were drained of every drop and he kept on until she was sure that he had sucked out and swallowed all of her secretions.
She let his limber cock slip from her mouth and he pulled his head from between her thighs. They rested in silence for a few minutes, but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence for Laura-and she was sure that it wasn't for Randy, either.
She finally twisted around and placed her head beside his. He kissed her tenderly and she returned the kiss just as tenderly.
"That was great," he said. "Wonderful! I want to stay here from now on and do all the wonderful things with you again and again and again!"
"And I want you to stay," she said. "And we will do all the wonderful things many, many times!"
She laughed low in her throat, as happy as she had ever been in her life, and reached down and took his soft cock in her hand. "We can start again just as soon as this big beauty is ready."
"We don't have to wait that long," he said, chuckling. "And I'm going to prove it right now!"
Randy did prove something that Laura already knew. He proved it with his fingers and with his tongue-and by then his big cock was hard and thrusting stiffly again.
CHAPTER TEN
It was late when Laura woke up the next morning. She looked over at Randy still sleeping beside her and remembered with pleasure the exciting events of the afternoon and evening before. She and her horny young nephew had finally called it quits around ten o'clock.
There had been almost constant blissful sexual activities and acrobatics for hour after wonderful hour. Taking time out only once to eat a bite of food, they had fucked and sucked almost continuously. When he hadn't had his big cock or educated tongue in her cunt he'd had a finger or two or three in that hungry hot box.
They hadn't even tried to keep a count of his climaxes; and it would have been absolutely impossible to keep track of the many times she spasmed. They did everything a male and female could do together and enjoyed them all.
Once he had walked all over the downstairs part of the house with her impaled on his poking prick, her legs locked around his waist and her hands clasped behind his neck-to show the strength in his legs, he had told her. She had popped her cookies time after glorious time-and while working on what they had both known would be his last erection until after he'd had some rest and sleep he had asked if she liked to be fucked in the ass.
She had laughingly given him an affirmative answer, saying that she had started to believe that she was going to have to make the suggestion herself. They had been in her room and on her bed-and Roy's-by then. She had just sucked his cock long enough for it to grow hard in her mouth.
He had wanted to know if she had a tube of lubricant handy. She had gotten on her hands and knees, then hiked her ass high in the air by dropping to her crossed forearms. She had told him that there was some K-Y jelly around someplace but that pussy juice should make the penetration easy enough.
Randy had gotten behind her and shoved his stiff cock into her cunt, pumped enough strokes to make the big organ slippery, then pulled it out and placed the wet knob against her anus. Gripping her hips tightly, he had told her to let him know when she was ready.
Knowing that there had to be some pain at first, and also knowing that the more she could relax the less pain there would be, she had concentrated on relaxing all the muscles in her lower body. She had been quite successful, as there had only been a slight discomfort while Randy had pushed, his cock-head slowly but surely stretching the elastic ring of her asshole.
But she had failed to suppress a little groan when Randy had made a thrust while pulling her backward and the swollen glans had popped past the tight ring and wedged into her anal orifice. She had also bit at her lips and clawed at the mattress while sharp pains had darted in all directions from her plugged anus.
Randy hadn't tried to push any deeper until she had told him to do so. The pain had quickly passed, as she had known it would, and at a word from her he had slowly pushed and his cock had plowed deep, pushing its way through the tight tunnel and into the depths of her bowels.
He had left his big cock buried deep, giving her a chance to adjust, and again after a word from her, he had started his thrusts. As his hard cock had kept moving in and almost out, in and almost out, the strange kind of pleasure she had never really been able to understand had swept throughout her entire body.
She had started hunching along with Randy's pistoning prick, enjoying the ass-fucking to the utmost, and had thought about the possibility of soon being able to enjoy a double fuck. She had even wished that Roy had been with them right then, his hard cock thrusting in and almost out of her cunt while Randy fucked her clinging asshole.
At the same time Randy had quickened the tempo of his thrusts, he had snaked a hand around and under and shoved a finger into her steaming cunt. Just as she had felt his cock jerk erratically and then felt the hot cum spurting into her churning guts he had finger-fucked her through a delightful orgasm.
She had waited until he had gone to the bathroom and then she had soaked in a tub of hot water. When she had returned he had been asleep. Turning the light out, she had climbed onto the bed and soon joined him in sleep as well-Laura had sat upright, horny again because of her exciting memories. She was tempted to wake Randy up right then for some more thrilling action. They were both still naked, not even covered by a sheet, and he was on his back, his long limber cock flopped back and nestling in his pubic hairs, the big head resting on his flat stomach.
But they had plenty of time, she thought, and she didn't want to take a chance on chasing him away with her greediness. Not that he wasn't just as greedy. Still, they should eat breakfast first. Randy, especially, had to eat to keep up his strength. Besides, she still had to practice some self-control. Carefully easing off the bed so as not to disturb her nephew, Laura hesitated, then left the bedroom without putting any clothes on. She wasn't expecting anybody except Judy later in the day and she could always put on her robe if a stranger rang the doorbell. She wouldn't have to take on any salesmen, young or older, with a strong young stud living in the house.
Laura washed her face and hands and brushed her teeth while in the bathroom. She was glad her bottom wasn't sore from Randy's vigorous pronging-and was thankful that she was tough back there. She knew that many females were too tender to take ass-fucking without suffering like hell afterward.
In the kitchen, Laura made a pot of coffee, toast, and fried bacon and eggs, careful not to let the hot grease splatter on her naked body. She poured a glass of milk, fixed a plate, and started to go serve Randy breakfast in bed when she heard the toilet flush.
She put the plate of food and glass of milk on the table, deciding that it might be best not to get in the habit of waiting on the youngster hand and foot, anyway. Randy could do some chores around the house, too. He could cut the grass and do the various other things that her husband never had a chance to do. Roy would be pleased to have that kind of help, too-and she had forgotten to quiz Judy concerning the sex the lovely girl had admitted to having with Roy. Oh, well, it didn't really make any difference and there was no need to bring up the subject again.
Randy entered, the usual broad smile on his handsome face, and his eyes flicked up and down Laura's naked body as if he had never seen it before and hadn't enjoyed it in just about all the ways possible. His upper body and feet were bare, but he had put on his jeans.
"The smell of frying bacon must have woke me up," Randy said after they had exchanged the usual morning greetings and Laura had returned his smile.
"I was just going to take a chance on spoiling you and serve you breakfast in bed," Laura said, sitting down at the table and motioning for him to do the same.
When he did sit down across from her, he said, "You have already spoiled me in one way, Laura. I guess it's all right to speak freely now, isn't it?"
"If we can't now we never will be able to," Laura said. "I think we have both already spoiled each other in a sexual way, but I like that kind of spoiling"
"I was hoping that we would both wake up at the same time," Randy said. "I've never had a chance to sleep with a beautiful naked woman and then wake up and take her into my arms in the morning."
"Maybe we had better eat and practice some of that self-control I mentioned what now seems like ages ago," Laura said, knowing that it wouldn't take much for both of them to forget all about eating until long after the food was cold.
Randy didn't say anything and he lowered his eyes from Laura's jutting breasts to his plate. They both ate hungrily and after they had finished Randy refilled her coffee cup and poured some for herself, then said that he would wash the dishes.
"Judy will do that if I don't," Laura said. "You can mow the lawn when it needs it and do other things like that if you want to."
"I do want to," Randy said. "Do you think it will be all right with Uncle Roy if I stay here after the summer's over and go to school? My folks will be glad to have me out of the way, I know, and I was serious about never wanting to leave you."
"Never is a long time," Laura said. "However, you know that I want you to stay and Roy will be glad to have you stay. Randy. You can take my word for that."
"I was a little nervous when I woke up and realized which bed I was in," Randy said. "I had better sleep in my own bed from now on. Just in case Uncle Roy comes home, I mean."
"I think it's time that I tell you a few things," Laura said. "Roy and I have never been in love-whatever that means! Anyway, I think a lot of him and I know that he thinks a lot of me, but we have always had a-well, a kind of undersanding. I knew that he had other women when away from home and he knew that I had men-and women or girls, if you will. Anyway, we had never talked about it until just recently. He approves of you being here, Randy. He wants you to take care of me and I'm sure that includes even when he happens to be home."
Randy had been staring. "I'm not sure that I understand, Laura."
She told him about the two phone calls she'd had from her husband. She went into all the details. Randy's eyes and expression remained serious and she couldn't tell what he was thinking. There was a long silence after she finished, then Randy grinned and said that he guessed they had it made.
"I shouldn't have too much trouble getting used to sharing you with your husband. With this knowledge, I mean. After all, I was doing the same thing with the other married couple. Except that the husband and I often shared the wife at the same time, of course."
"What if it turns out that Roy wants to do that?" Laura asked.
"I'll be able to take it in stride," Randy said. "How about you? What do you think of the idea?"
"I've had fantasies about having two men at the same time. Two hard cocks, I should have said, and it should be great to make it like that with the two most important men in my life."
"I like you more and more all the time," Randy said. "For reasons other than the obvious, I mean."
"Doesn't it bother you that we're so closely related, Randy?"
"No. Why should it? There's very little happiness in life, you know. In fact, at least ninety percent of living is just waiting for something really good to happen. I think we would be silly not to take advantage of our opportunity to grab all the pleasure we can. Does it bother you very much, Laura?"
"No. Not as much as it did, anyway. I can't see that we are doing anybody any harm. Your attitude and your words have helped me a lot. Along with what Judy and Iris had to say, of course. And now that my husband even approves, I see no reason for worrying about it. I guess there will always be a little nagging fear that your mother will find out, though."
"I don't want her to know, either. Nor my father. I don't want to hurt anybody and I know they could never understand. They aren't the type to even try to understand, really, and I can't keep from feeling sorry for them. Because of their narrow outlook on life and sex, I mean. The two, life and sex, go together like bread and butter and I want my share of both." Randy laughed. "Does that make sense?"
"I think I understand what you mean," Laura said, not really sure that she did, but suddenly tired of all the talk. Everything seemed to have already been said and she was going to accept all the sexual happiness life had to offer and look upon it as her birthright.
"I noticed that you haven't even mentioned having anything to drink," Randy said. "I think that's a damn good indication that what I wanted to happen from the moment you opened the door the other night hasn't and won't do you any harm."
"I've had the same thought, Randy. It's a good feeling not to be craving a drink all the time, too. Go ahead and have a beer if you like. There's plenty in the refrigerator and more in the store room just off the back porch."
"It's a little early in the day for me," Randy said. "To have a beer, I mean. There is something else I would like to have, though."
"Name it," Laura said, thinking and hoping that he meant sex, but wanting to make sure-still not wanting to be so greedy that Randy would grow tired of her constant demands. She'd had many men tell her that she was just too damned much, and she knew that it was just about as easy for an oversexed female to drive a man away as it was for a frigid one.
"You know what I want," Randy said, grinning. "I know that we can't keep things going like we did yesterday, and I can't even afford to get in the saddle each time I happen to get a hard-on, but I would like to enjoy one more session with you before Judy gets back. I like her, and I like group sex, but I think you know what I mean."
"Yes, I do," Laura said, shoving her chair back and getting to her feet. "I feel the same way, really, but I have had some thoughts about you maybe being able to bring your friends here from time to time. When you meet some, that is."
"I'm way ahead of you," Randy said, grinning and pushing his chair back-and turning it sideways without standing. "I don't want you to feel insulted, but I know that I could never hope to keep you satisfied in the long run. Just as soon as I meet the right kind of friends, both male and female, I'll bring them around and we'll have some parties that just might go down in history. How does that sound?"
Laura laughed. "Did you really have to ask!"
"Come here," he said, chuckling. "I'm in the mood for my favorite desert!"
"I've heard it called hair pie," she said, walking around the table and standing before him, her excitement soaring before he even touched her.
He put his hands on her hips and tugged her cunt close to his face. He blew his breath out, then slithered his tongue into her hot pussy. He only probed a few times, though, then pulled back and said that his cock wasn't very comfortable straining against his clothes.
When he stood up to remove his jeans and shorts she said that she wanted to take a taste. He told her to sit on the chair so she wouldn't bruise her knees on the tile floor. She smiled and said that he was a very considerate young man. He pressed his wet lips to hers very briefly while she was sitting down.
He straightened and quickly dropped his jeans and shorts and while he was stepping out of the circle she caressed his poking cock with both hands. He gave her time to take the crown into her mouth and twirl her tongue, then pulled away and said that she could bounce through an orgasm if she wanted to.
She wanted to. She stood up and he sat down. She backed up, put a hand under and placed the thrusting cock on target, lowered, and speared the stiff shaft all the way into her hot twat.
He put his hands on her hips and helped her get started bouncing up and down on his rigid rod. Then he moved his hands up and squeezed her poking breasts. A little later he began rubbing each elongated nipple between a thumb and forefinger.
She moved up and down faster. She moaned loudly
( as the spasms started in her clasping cunt and held the big cock deep and ground her hips and ass until the spasms ceased. She knew and was thankful that he wasn't ready to start his final drive.
He told her to turn around and a little later he would carry her to bed. She lifted, pulling her clinging wet flesh from his big hard organ, then turned, settled down, and engulfed all of the thrusting shaft again. She put her arms around his neck, pressed her taut-tipped breasts against his chest and her opened mouth against his. They kissed passionately, lashing their tongues, and his hands caressed her sides, her hips, the cheeks of her ass.
When they broke for air she met his gleaming eyes and began twitching her inner muscles around his turgid tool. He groaned and told her that he was going to take her where it would be more comfortable. She said that she liked to be fucked on a carpet because it felt so good when she was wriggling her ass.
He got to his feet without any trouble and she wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her ankles. She hugged him around the neck, placed a cheek against one of his, and he carried her to the living room like that.
Her ass wriggling wildly on the soft and thick carpet, he pronged her through a series of blissful orgasms. When she finally went limp, laughing and telling him that even a sex-nut like her had to rest now and then, his cock was still hard and his balls were still loaded.
He told her that he couldn't last much longer.
She told him that it would be less messy if she sucked him on off. He withdrew, saying that he would have suggested a blow-job if she hadn't. He got on his back and she followed, going right to his big wet cock with her tongue, then started sucking after she had enjoyed her own juices.
It only took about two minutes to make the throbbing cock explode. She gulped the thick cream down, not losing a drop, and had just let the limber organ slip from between her lips when she saw Judy entering the room.
Smiling brightly, the lovely girl said that she seemed to have arrived just a little too late. Randy said that he would soon have another hard-on, but that it would help if he could watch an exhibition. Laura said that could easily be arranged.
Judy quickly shucked out of her clothes. Laura pulled the darling down onto the carpet, they kissed and hugged, then got in the sixty-nine position. "While enjoying the mutual cuntlapping with Judy, Laura felt Randy's hands roaming around over her body and assumed that he was doing the same to Judy. She didn't mind. She wanted him to enjoy himself with Judy and with other girls. She just hoped it wouldn't bother him to see her with Roy-and with other males.
It didn't take long for Laura and Judy to lap and suck each other to and through an orgasm. Randy did have another erection by then. Judy said that she wanted to take a taste and Laura told her to go ahead.
Randy stretched out on his back. While Judy sucked his cock, Laura tongued and sucked his nipples. Laura knew that Randy would last a long time before he had a second ejaculation. She soon began kissing him on the mouth. He returned the kiss as passionately and fondled her breasts.
Soon Laura heard Judy say that she wanted to be fucked. She got out of the way while Randy got between Judy's eagerly parted legs. Laura got down and began licking his balls. She also used her tongue on the clinging cunt lips and the thick shaft when it was pulled out on the upstroke.
"Now this is what I call a perfect way for a man to be welcomed home!"
Laura jerked her head up and found herself gazing into her husband's gleaming eyes. He was smiling and she didn't have any trouble giving an answering smile. Randy had shoved his cock all the way in Judy's cunt and had braced on his hands and arms. Judy had stopped wriggling her ass.
"Hi, Uncle Roy! Why don't you take off your clothes and join us!"
Roy chuckled. "I think I'll do just that, Randy! Don't let me stop you, though. I know that Judy's a damned good piece of ass. Just about as good as my lovely wife, in fact!"
When Randy laughed and said that he wouldn't dare make a comparison with both lovely girls present, then started pronging Judy again, Laura knew that they had all gotten over one important hurdle.
Laura had settled back on her haunches. Roy started getting undressed and she saw that while fucking Judy, Randy kept his upper body lifted and also watched. As soon as her husband was naked, his cock hard and thrusting stiffly, Laura walked on her knees until she was in front of him.
She caressed his poking prick with both hands, then dropped one hand down and cupped his heavy balls. She knew that he could last a long time even if he hadn't ejaculated recently. She opened her mouth wide and engulfed the swollen glans and at least two inches of the stiff shaft with one swift motion. She twirled her tongue and sucked for a few seconds, then pulled back and looked at Randy. He grinned and winked and she knew that everything was going to work out all right.
Getting on her back where Randy could watch, Laura told Roy that she wanted to be fucked. He dropped down between her legs, let her do the guiding, then mashed his mouth to hers when he began pronging her. She wriggled her ass and hunched along with his masterful strokes, enjoying herself just as much as always-and happy because of that fact.
Roy soon broke the passionate, tongue-probing kiss and braced himself on his hands and arms, not faltering in his steady thrusts. Laura continued her counter-thrusts and saw that Randy was still humping Judy with his chest lifted from her big breasts.
"This is great," Judy said, speaking for the first time. "The four of us can be just like one happy fucking family, I mean, and I think it's wonderful that there isn't any jealousy."
"I would like to prove that fact right now," Roy said, shoving his cock deep and holding it there.
"Besides, it's just a little ridiculous for a man to be fucking his own wife under these circumstances!"
Randy pulled out of Judy while Roy was pulling out of Laura. While they were making the shift, Laura saw that they looked at each other's cock with a natural interest. She also thought that it was a natural reaction for Roy to watch her guiding Randy's cock to her cunt even while his own prick was being guided into Judy's pussy.
Laura had been close to an orgasm when Roy had pulled his cock out. When Randy's cock was buried deep he mashed his mouth to hers without any hesitation even before he started his thrusts. She returned the passionate kiss, met his powerful thrusts, wriggled her ass, and soon melted into a shuddering orgasm.
Randy hadn't made it, as she had been sure that he wouldn't, and she soon discovered that Roy had also fucked Judy through an orgasm without ejaculating. She mentally thanked Judy when that darling said that she would just watch for a while if the other three wanted to get acquainted in the best of all possible ways.
"Laura has expressed an interest in trying a double fuck," Randy said, gazing into Laura's eyes and smiling.
"Then that's what she shall have," Roy said. "You take the front and I'll go in the back door, Randy. Your cock's bigger-" he laughed "-damn it!"
Randy also laughed. "Laura can take me okay, but we can try it that way another time. Besides, I like some kissing with my fucking!"
Randy surprised Laura by pulling his hard cock from her juicy cunt. He quickly explained that it would be better for Roy to plug her asshole first. Roy agreed while pulling his hard cock from Judy's cunt. Laura got on her hands and knees without being told, thinking a little later that it would have been all right if she had gotten on her side and kind of doubled up.
Roy got behind her and shoved his already wet organ into her gaping gash, saying that he wanted to make sure that his cock was very slippery. He made a few thrusts, withdrew, and Laura rested a cheek on the carpet. There wasn't much pain and when he had his stiff shaft buried deep in her palpitating rectum, he locked his arms around her, rolled them over on their sides, then rolled over on his back.
On her back on top of her husband, his prick poking up her asshole, Laura watched as Randy got into position to penetrate her pulsating pussy with his big stiff cock. She moaned with pleasure as Randy sank his hard organ into her clasping cunt.
She wrapped her arms and legs around her young nephew and she could feel the two stiff shafts as they stroked each other through the thin membrane separating her vaginal and anal canals. Her husband rolled the three of them over on their sides and her nephew mashed his mouth to hers and she returned the feverish, tongue-lashing kiss.
Randy and Roy both began fucking her and Laura thrilled to the wonderful sensation of having two throbbing cocks working inside her at the same time. It was wildly pleasurable and she was sorry that she had waited so long to experience such ecstasy.
Within sixty seconds Laura pulled her mouth from Randy's, gasping for breath and wriggling and hunching through an entire series of spasms.
She felt her husband's cock jerking and jolting and shooting his load into her gripping asshole, then, a split second later, her nephew's cock jerked and jolted and shot his load into her quivering cunt.
As her passion slowly simmered down, and the two cocks began to go soft in the two flooded holes, she heard Judy ask how she liked being double fucked. Knowing that she could never find words to really describe the wondrous pleasure, she just laughed and said that she was already eagerly looking forward to the next time-and then silently wished that her newly found happiness without drinking would never end.
