It was Henry David Thoreau, in Walden, who remarked, "The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation." This statement appears to be just as true today as it was then. Perhaps it is even more valid today considering the pressures and frequent monotony of today's world.
The majority of today's men and women live in boring circumstances, and when the opportunity for change arises, they are often quick to seize the chance. For the characters in this story, the opportunity is one which many would consider perverse and deranged for it is one of incest. But it provides a release and a need. All morals and scruples are cast aside in a moment of madness-a chance to grab pleasure before it is taken away.
SWINGING WITH MOM-a novel about the quiet desperation in so many of us-and the extremes to which it may drive us.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Cheryl Desmond felt her warm panties rubbing against the hot, moist lips of her cunt. The silky, clinging material was already damp.
She sipped on her drink and tried not to think about sex, but her lustful thoughts kept turning her on.
The dance floor before her table was crowded with good looking couples. The dancers' young, energetic bodies pumped and writhed in the flashing lights, lost in the pounding soul rhythms that filled the air from four giant speakers.
"Well, what do you think of your first visit to a disco?" asked Mona Channing. Mona was Cheryl's best friend. She had finally talked Cheryl into accompanying her on a night out on the town. Mona had to raise her voice to be heard above the music. "Isn't it exciting?"
Cheryl was almost startled by the sound of her friend's voice.
She pulled herself back from a hot sexual fantasy. An especially attractive couple was dancing directly in front of her. The young man was muscular and lean in a John Travolta suit. The girl was smooth-skinned and elegantly foxy in soft, swirling chiffon. Their bodies moved suggestively.
Cheryl wondered what they looked like when they fucked.
She returned to reality, somewhat shocked at the thoughts which had overtaken her. It's only two people dancing, she tried to tell herself. But she was still turned on.'
"It's very exciting," she admitted to Mona. "It's almost ... uh ... stimulating."
"Of course it's stimulating," laughed Mona. "Why do you think everyone comes here? You dance under the lights and fantasize about whoever you want to. Everyone here is fucking each other in their minds and showing off what they've got. It's a great turn-on, believe me. Especially if you've got a stud along!"
Cheryl had to laugh at her friend's frankness.
"Mona, you're shameless."
Mona shrugged. Her well-shaped boobs jiggled beneath a satiny blouse. Her nipples were erect.
"That's why we all come here," she insisted. "And you can't fool me. I saw you watching that couple over there. I bet you show Bill a good time in bed when you get home tonight!"
If anyone else had said this, Cheryl would have been offended. But she had learned long ago to accept Mona's frank way of speaking. And besides, Mona was absolutely right. Cheryl was too sexually excited to be offended!
The drinks, the smoky atmosphere of the place, the loud music and the sexy dancing had combined to have one effect on her: she needed to be fucked!
It was hard to believe that Cheryl Desmond was the mother of two children. At thirty-four, she was still a strikingly beautiful brunette with perfectly shaped, unraised titties and a firm, rounded ass that never failed to get appreciative looks from men who passed on the street.
Cheryl wondered briefly what her two children would think if they could see their mother now.
Jerry, at fourteen, and Susan, a year younger, probably wouldn't even understand the lusting fantasies that were making their young mom's pussy throb with desire for a hard cock.
It's too bad Bill is out of town on another one of his darn business trips, thought Cheryl as she continued to watch the dancers hump and pump to the music. Maybe I shouldn't have let Mona talk me into coming along. I don't want to cheat on my husband. I never have, before. This is no place for me. I should be at home with my children, not here in a disco watching young studs dance while I get horny for them!
Cheryl knew that Mona was right about why people came here-dancing was only part of it. She wondered how many other people were horny at that moment. She guessed that there were quite a few!
She shifted position in her chair, but this only caused the damp crotch of her panties to rub harder against the lips of her cunt, exciting her further.
A number of men had asked her to dance but she had refused. Now she almost wished that she had accepted. Instead, she had sat and watched Mona dance.
Mona was single and didn't have to feel guilty about having a husband. Mona would probably get laid tonight. They had driven her in Cheryl's car so that Cheryl could leave on her own if Mona saw a guy who caught her imagine.
As for Cheryl, she would probably go home tonight and relieve her sexual tension the same way she always did when Bill was out of town and she had to sleep alone-with her own hot fingers playing with her clit and jerking in and out of her dripping twat.
"Cheryl, is anything wrong?" asked Mona, raising her voice over the loud music.
"No, I-I'm okay," said Cheryl. "But I think I'll step out into the parking lot for a moment to clear my head. I'm not used to this night-life, like you single ladies!"
She rose, trying to ignore the way her wet panties clung to her cunt lips. Some fresh air will make me stop thinking about sex, she told herself.
But her panties rubbed her even more as she walked. Cheryl moaned aloud at the delicious sensation of the damp material grinding against her as she waved to her friend and walked around the packed dance floor toward the front entrance.
A stiff, pumping cock would be so nice, she told herself. It's no good telling myself any different. Who am I kidding, anyway? I'm a horny lady and I want to get laid, right or wrong.
She was nearing the end of the bar when a man stood up. He was a big, good-looking guy with an aura of something almost animal about him.
He hadn't looked before he stood, so he bumped into Cheryl. It was an innocent accident. But the man's hand brushed against the front of Cheryl's light summer skirt. His fingertips accidentally touched her pussy through the material.
A low groan escaped Cheryl's lips before she had a chance to check it.
"Ohhhhh..."
The man was close enough to hear the groan. But it didn't shock or surprise him. He didn't remove his hand from the front of her dress. With all of the people around, dancing and paying attention to the music and checking out each other, no one seemed to notice that he was touching her crotch.
A small knowing smile curved the corners of his mouth. He began moving his fingertips in a gentle, rotating caress.
Cheryl gasped again as the man's finger rubbed up and down across the tortured lips of her cunt.
He moved his face forward until his mouth was close to Cheryl's ear.
"You look like a lady with a problem," he said.
"Care to step outside and let me tke care of it?"
His voice was strong and husky. His fingers continued to rub her. Cheryl lost all control. She reached down and pressed his hand even harder against her crotch. He was actually fingerfucking her! His middle finger was pushing the soaked panties in and out of her cunt-right there in the disco!
"Yes-yes," she breathed, hardly recognizing her voice. "I need it so bad. Please ... take me outside. Hurry!"
"Anything for a lady," the stud grinned. Holding her hand, he guided her out into the warm Colorado night.
Cheryl couldn't wait to feel this good-looking guy humping her, driving his cock in between her hot legs. She let him lead her to a sports car. She stopped for a moment as he held the front door open.
"But won't it be cramped in there?" she asked.
The stud turned and took her into his strong arms. He pressed her body to his. her tits mashed against his chest. The pressure against her hard nipples almost made her cum. He slid one of his hands down to her ass and began fingering her ass-hole through her dress and tight panties.
"Do you want it or not?" he asked softly.
"Yes!" she moaned. "Fuck me! Rape me! Right here and NOW!"
She hoped he would be brutal with her. She wanted to be fucked like a common whore!
He grabbed her arm roughly and tossed her into the front seat of the car. Her summer dress fell away, baring her thighs. She spread her legs.
"Take me," she begged. "Hurry!"
The stud unbuckled and unzipped his pants. He pulled them down slightly. Cheryl moaned in animal delight as the man's cock snapped to attention when it was released from his pants. It looked as hard and long as a baseball bat.
He didn't waste time with any more words, but crawled into the car. Their lips met in a torrid French kiss. His tongue reamed in and out of her mouth, and she gasped and twisted beneath him.
He reached down and slid his hand up the smooth inside of her thigh. The soft flesh quivered and trembled beneath his touch. He grabbed the waistband of her panties and yanked viciously. There was the sound of tearing material as he ripped the panties from her hips. The silk material was dripping wet in his hand. He tossed them over his shoulder.
Cheryl touched his prick. The thick veins along either side seemed to pulsate with a life of their own. She fondled his cock lovingly, making a loose fist of her hand and stroking him. She drew her sharp fingernails along the underside. When her nails reached the end of his cock she squeezed.
He moaned and took one of her lush tits in his hand. He played with it roughly, squeezing and twisting it, pinching and pulling the nipple through the material of her dress. Then he lowered his face to her other tit. He opened his mouth and drew as much of the boob in between his lips as he could. He sucked the nipple loudly.
Cheryl arched her back and pushed her big tit even deeper into his sucking mouth. His mouth was making the material over her tit moist and hot. The sensation of his hard tongue, as it brushed the material of her dress across her tortured nipple, almost made her scream with pleasure.
This man was a beast! He was a savage beast and she was a bitch in heat. And he was about to fuck her in the front seat of his car!
Her bare ass rubbed against the hot leather of the driver's seat. She licked her dry lips and moaned deep in her throat.
She slid her ass along the hot leather of the upholstery, still holding his cock. She drew it forward slowly, until the head of his prick touched her pussy lips. Cheryl rubbed the cock against the lips of her cunt. The cock slid smoothly up and down, lubricated by her warm pussy juice.
Cheryl began rocking her hips in circles, in time to her playing with his cock. She was almost fucking herself with the prick, but not quite. She teased herself, rocking her hips as she grazed the prick up and down the moist lips of her cunt.
But this stud wasn't about to be teased! With a grunt of desire, he grabbed the cheeks of her ass and rammed his prick into her cunt.
Cheryl screamed with pleasure. She knew the scream was loud but she didn't care-all common reason had fled. This big animal was practically taking her by force. It was exactly the way she loved to be fucked, but never was.
As the man's prick sank into her willing cuntal sheath, he bit into the soft flesh of her tit. He had been sucking it wetly through the material of her dress, but now he began chewing, while he palmed the other tit even harder than before.
He knew what this bitch wanted. He had serviced many hot women out here in this parking lot, although few had been as horny and begging as this twisting wench!
As soon as his prick was all the way into her, he began pulling it out, slowly-ever so slowly. Once he was out, he shoved it back in again, hard. He pinned her to the seat with his big prick, then began ramming her like a powerful air hammer.
The car rocked beneath them. He hammered her with hard, steady blows. His prick slid smoothly in and out of her. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around him. She clawed at his back with wild hands.
"Mmmmm ... ohhhh, give it to me!" she moaned. "Fuck me, you big stud!"
His only response was to grunt harder and fuck faster.
The springs of the bucket seats were screaming their protest beneath their rocking bodies. The man was half-in and half-out of the car. His feet were braced against the pavement, giving him extra leverage. He was slamming his prick all the way into her, yanking it out and pumping in again. His balls slapped against the quivering cheeks of her hot ass. His nuts were tight and heavy with cum, waiting to burst into the sucking moistness of this screaming bitch's cunt.
Cheryl shuddered with pre-orgasmic tremors as the man roughly parted the cheeks of her ass. He began pushing two fingers into her ass-hole. It was almost more than she could stand. As he fucked her, she bounced up and down on the fingers that were tormenting her shithole.
"That's it!" she cried. "Ohhh, I'm almost there, baby!"
She could feel his cock growing harder in her pussy-if such a thing were possible! She tightened her bare legs around his humping body, locking her ankles at the small of his back, pulling him into her at an even faster pace. Cheryl could feel her pussy juices dripping between the cheeks of her ass, coating his fingers as they reamed in and out of her bouncing ass-hole.
Then it happened. Cheryl felt as if she were exploding into a million pieces. She began bucking and twisting spasmodically, uncontrollably.
"I'm there!"" she wailed. "Ohhhhh, sweet jesus ... I'M CUUMMMIIINNNG!"
"Take it, you foxy bitch!" the man snarled. "Suck in every fucking drop!"
His prick was still for an instant, buried to the hilt in her dripping twat. Then it exploded like a bucking bronco, blasting its load of searing hot jizz deep into her pussy.
They held each other tightly. He shuddered and gasped as his cock continued to pump thick torrid cream into her cunt. Cheryl jerked and twitched. A huge climax washed over her in wave after delicious wave. She thought it would never end!
At last, he looked down into her eyes and grinned with exhaustion and satisfaction.
"Lady," he said, "any time you need some more cooling off, you let me know, okay? Damn! You're the best fuck I've ever had!"
"It was just what I needed, too," said Cheryl. "But I really should be going."
"It's not even twelve yet," he reminded her. "You're not going to turn into a pumpkin on me, are you? We're just getting acquainted."
Cheryl's mind was slowly coming back to earth. Now that the heat of lust had passed, she was beginning to remember who she was and what she had just done.
"Please. I have to be getting home. Please..."
Reluctantly, the stud removed his weight from her. Cheryl tidied herself up quickly, then the man walked her to her car and saw her off.
Cheryl drove home automatically, hardly aware of the traffic around her. Her mind was a tangle of confused thoughts and emotions.
What was happening to her? For the last fifteen years she had been a faithful, proper wife and mother. And now, the first evening in years that she had allowed herself to go out to a bar with a girlfriend, she had been picked up and practically raped in the front seat of a car in a parking lot!
Raped, hell! she told herself. She had been dying for a good fuck and that big nameless stud had given her just what she needed.
But the knowledge and admission only scared and confused her more. What did it all mean? What new world of lust and desire was opening up to her? And how was she going to cope with it?
Cheryl Desmond arrived home more confused than ever.
CHAPTER TWO
"Do you think Mom is asleep yet," asked fourteen-year-old Jerry Desmond. Jerry was a handsome young boy. He was lying naked in his bed, looking across the dim bedroom at his thirteen-year-old sister, Susan.
Susan was a lovely child. Playing with her friends in the sun had given her skin a tawny brown tan. Her hair was long, blonde and silky. It fell across her shoulders, framing an angelic face. She had wide blue eyes and a lush lower lip which curved into a natural pout of budding sensuality.
It was obvious that within a few years Susan would be every bit as beautiful as her mother. Her soft, girlish tits were beginning to bloom. Their nipples were hard under the coolness of a thin sheet.
"It's been over an hour since she turned out the light," Susan said. "She worked all day at the office and then went out with her friend to the disco. I'll bet she's sound asleep, by now."
"Then what are we waiting for?" asked Jerry. "Come on over and climb in bed with me, Sis. Let's have some fun. We'll just have to be quiet, that's all."
"I ... I don't know," replied Susan doubtfully. "All of the other times, we've been alone in the house. It doesn't seem safe to me."
Jerry flicked back the sheet that was covering his strong young body. His healthy prick was at full attention. It pointed at the ceiling as straight and hard as a stone monument.
"Aw, come on, Sis," he said. "Look what I've got ... and it's just from thinking about you!"
Jerry's sister gasped at the sight of her brother's cock in the faint light of the bedroom. She couldn't tear her big blue eyes away from it.
"Well, if you promise that we'll be quiet," she said at last, "I guess so."
"Listen to you!" chuckled her brother. "You act as if you have to be talked into it! I'll bet your pussy is already dripping, you little fox."
Susan had to admit that this was true. The sight of her brother's hard prick always turned her on.
"Okay, here I come," she said.
She flicked the sheet away from her body and rose to her feet. The faint moonlight which crept in between the folds of the bedroom curtains threw teasing shadows across the budding hills and valleys of her lush young body.
She crossed the room to her brother's bed.
Jerry and Susan had been screwing together for nearly a year. It had begun one afternoon when Jerry had come home unexpectedly. He was supposed to have had softball practice at his school, but the coach had had the flu and the boys had been told that practice was postponed. Jerry's mom and dad would not be home until later, and Susan would probably be off somewhere playing with her friends.
Upon entering the house, he had thought that he was alone. But as he approached the door to the bedroom which he shared with his sister, he heard unusual sounds-low moans and gasps. For a moment he'd thought that Susan might be ill. He pushed the door open to see what was the matter.
Jerry's blonde little sister was stretched out on her bed. Her jeans had been pushed down around her knees. With one hand, she was pinching the nipple of one of her tits. With the other, she was ramming a banana in and out of her dripping young cunt! Her slender hips were rising and falling in time to the thrusts of her arm. She had been almost ready to cum when Jerry opened the door.
Susan had been startled, naturally. But Jerry had always been quick to react in unusual situations. So he had sat down on the corner of the bed. He and Susan had a long talk. Jerry explained to his little sister some of the facts of life. It wasn't so bad to masturbate, he had assured her. As a matter-of-fact, it wasn't bad at all!
"Do you masturbate?" she had asked him, shyly.
"I sure do," Jerry had responded, energetically. "All boys do. All girls do, too. Hell, it feels so good! Most kids do it all the time. Most adults, too, for that matter."
Susan's face had clouded with doubt.
"But it's a sin..." she began.
"Don't believe any of that shit!" Jerry laughed. "How could something that makes you feel that good be anything bad? You'd be surprised at the number of times that I've been awake in my bed, jerking off, while you were asleep."
"R-really?"
"Yes, really," replied Jerry. "I tell you, there's not a thing in the world wrong with what you were just doing, Sis. Believe me!"
"I'd like to," said Susan.
Then Jerry had a brainstorm. Susan's legs were still spread. Her nipples were still hard beneath her blouse. A drop of cunt-juice sparkled like dew on the pink lips of her pussy.
"You're still turned on, aren't you, Sis?" Jerry had asked.
"Y-yes," Susan replied softly. "I was so excited when you interrupted me, Jerry. I was thinking about this boy at my school..."
"Watching you jerk off really got me excited, too," said Jerry. "Would you feel better if I played with myself too, Sis? Right here, next to you, while you did it to yourself?"
"Would you dare?" asked Susan.
"I told you that I was turned on," said Jerry. "Look!"
He stretched out on his back next to his little sister. He unzipped his fly and pulled out his prick. His cock was sturdy and firm.
"Oh, my goodness!" gasped Susan. "It's so big!
So that's what they look like! I've only seen pictures..."
Jerry couldn't believe what a turn-on this was! He could smell the scent of his sister's sweet virgin cunt. He began slowly jerking his meat. His hard-on pulsated in his loose fist as his hand bobbed up and down. He was so close to his sister that his leg was touching her softly curved thigh. Her flesh was warm and vibrant.
After thinking about it, Susan had at last allowed her fingers to again drift to the dripping lips of her young cunt. With the fingers of one hand she had parted the lips. She slipped two fingers of her other hand between her legs.
"Ohhh!" she gasped. "It feels so good!"
"Do it to yourself, Sis," Jerry begged. "I want to watch you make yourself cum."
Little Susan's body was on fire with lust. As she rubbed her pussy, her eyes drifted to her brother, lying next to her on the bed. She couldn't take her eyes away from his fist, jerking up and down his hard prick.
Susan wiggled a finger faster and faster across her aching clit. Her cunt was dripping excited juices. Her fingers made wet sounds as they wiggled in and out of the tight hole between her legs. She twisted her little ass around on the hot sheets of the bed and moaned louder as the sheets crinkled up and pressed against her puckered ass-hole.
Jerry stroked his cock faster. He looked at his sister's fingers as they played around the wispy tufts of her budding pubic hair. The fluffy curls around her cunt were matted with Susan's flowing girl-cream.
Susan began trembling as she fingered herself. She suddenly had a wild thought which she could not fight. How exciting it would be, she thought, to have her young pussy reamed by her brother's big cock! Her eyes were glued to his prick as it slid in and out of his fist.
Ohhh, if that were only me he was fucking instead of his hand! she thought hotly.
"Ohhh, mmmppphhh, I'm there, Jerry!" she moaned, her body twisting on the sheets. "I-I'm cummiiinnng!"
The girl's stomach muscles began to flutter. For a moment, her slender back arched up off the bed. She held perfectly still like that for an instant, then a scream tore out of her mouth. She started trembling; her hips bucked madly. She rammed three fingers in and out of her syrupy cunt as her climax wracked her body. The hot juices of her pussy flowed across her fingers, dripped down the cheeks of her twisting ass.
That was all it took to get Jerry off. The boy tightened his fist around his rampaging prick. He grunted. His hard cock bucked in his hand. Globs of creamy cum pumped out over his fist while he watched his baby sister twist and moan.
He wanted to reach over and smear his cream across her smooth flat belly, but the little girl was so caught up in her orgasm that he let her enjoy it.
Finally, after what had seemed like hours, the moment had passed. The two Desmond children had lain side by side, catching their breath. At first, there had been the hint of guilt in Susan's eyes.
She was ashamed of what she and her brother had just done. But Susan had also been fascinated by the sight of Jerry's cock, even as it had begun to soften in his hand. She watched avidly as he dried the cream from around the prickhead. She couldn't help wondering what it would be like to feel that healthy prick pumping in and out of her dripping cunt.
Once the Desmond children had been introduced to brother-and-sister sex, they had been unable to keep from fucking each other. It had only been two nights later that they had watched each other jerk off again.
Now it was a year later. Jerry was stretched out on his bed with the sheet tossed aside. His hard, throbbing prick seemed to beckon to Susan.
She climbed into bed with her brother.
Jerry almost blew his load of cum all over his sister's flat belly, the instant they touched. He had been thinking about fucking Susan all day at school, and now the head of his prick brushed against the tawny warmth of her stomach. What a fox his sister was! And she was all his!
Susan curved her young body against his. Her small tits rubbed against his chest. Susan's nipples tingled, and she shivered with pleasure.
"Mmmmm, let me feel that big thing," she said.
Her caressing fingertips drifted down his body, tracing a path across his stomach and through his curly pubic hair to the base of his hard-on.
Jerry gasped as Susan touched his hard prick. He arched his back and pushed his prick deeper into her hand. He nuzzled her blonde hair.
"That's it, Sis," he moaned. "Play with it!"
There was already a drop of pre-cum sparkling at the slit of his dick. Susan rubbed her palm across the head of his cock. The droplet of cock-juice made her palm warm and slick. Susan made a loose fist of her hand and stroked her brother's cock. The drop of pre-cum gave Susan all the lubrication she needed.
"Do you like what I'm doing to you, Jerry?" she whispered in her brother's ear.
Jerry's hips were pumping up and down. His sister was not only jerking him off, she was also flicking at his ear with her hot, darting tongue. She trailed her fingernails up and down the length of his prick. When her hand reached the top of his cock, she wiggled two of her fingers, scratching his sensitive flesh with her nails.
"Ohhhh, Sis, you know just what I like," Jerry groaned. "But let me do it to you!"
While his sister continued to play with him, Jerry slid his hand between her legs. He was surprised when he encountered her other hand. Susan's free hand was busy between her own legs! She was jerking herself off at a high speed. Her fingers, were warm and dripping with cunt-juices. As she rammed them in and out, she was also rubbing her clit. She felt her brother's hand and groaned loudly.
"Mmmmmm, Jerry! Do you see how hot I get, doing things to you?"
"Move your hand, Sis," Jerry said. "Let me do it. Let's do it to each other."
He tried to get his fingers around hers, into her burning hole, but she removed her fingers from her cunt and grabbed him by the wrist.
"No, wait, Jerry," she said. "I saw something in a book today. Something that excited me terribly. I want you to do it to me!"
"Sure, Sis, anything!" said Jerry.
Susan rolled over onto her stomach and supported herself on her knees. She arched her fine ass up slightly in the air, right before her brother's rigid prick.
"Please," she begged. "Fuck me from behind!"
Jerry climbed up to his knees, between his sister's spread legs. The head of his cock was only inches from her pussy. He could feel the warmth.
"You mean you want to be doggy fucked?" he asked, hardly believing it.
"Not up my pussy," she said in a passion-filled voice. "Fuck me up the ass, Jerry. Fill my ass with your big cock while I play with myself!"
Jerry was glad to oblige, but first he wanted to get her slick and ready. He ran one of his hands between her legs from behind. She was still rubbing her clit, but Jerry got three of his fingers into her cunt. He turned his fingers in small circles. When he withdrew them, they were dripping with Susan's cunt-juices.
The boy slid his hand back up between the cheeks of her firm ass and parted the hot globes. Her ass-hole seemed to quiver, as if inviting him to fuck it. He teased the entrance gently. He scratched the rim of her shit-chute with his fingernails.
Susan moaned. She fingered herself faster. Her young body was on fire, hungry for some hot reaming!
Jerry cautiously probed her ass-hole with his juice-coated fingers. They slid easily into the hot orifice.
"Ooooooh, that's it, big brother," the little girl moaned. "I love that!"
Jerry pushed his fingers in right up to the second knuckle. He twisted his wet fingers in small circles, and Susan grunted like a bitch in heat.
"Are you ready, Sis?"
"Yes, Jerry, yes! Fuck me ... I NEED IT!"
Jerry held his hard prick and eased his hips forward an inch. The head of his prick made contact with the entrance to his sister's greased ass-hole. The boy arched his hips, pushing forward another inch. Both children groaned. The head of Jerry's cock slipped into the humid passage. Jerry began pushing his cock deeper into his thirteen-year-old sister's ass.
At first, the boy thought he might hurt her. His big cock was already halfway in. He slowed down, trying to be more careful, but Susan surprised him again. She suddenly rammed her ass backwards, pushing it around her brother's prick to the hilt. Jerry's balls slapped against the cum-smeared cheeks of her ass. Susan's fingers were clawing madly at the twisted sheets beneath her.
"That's it, Jerry," she moaned into a pillow. "Now ... do it to me!"
Jerry grabbed her smooth girlish hips for support. Then, hoping like hell that their mother wouldn't hear them from her bedroom down the hall, he began ramming and pumping his cock in and out of Susan's beautiful ass-hole. Their muffled moans of passion filled the room. The bed-springs creaked loudly beneath their ramming young bodies.
CHAPTER THREE
Cheryl Desmond kicked the sheets away from her lush body and rolled over onto her stomach. She was nude and all alone in bed.
She emitted a small moan as the cool sheets crinkled against the sensitive lips of her pussy. Cheryl had been trying to fall asleep ever since she'd returned home from the disco. For the past half-hour, she had been tossing and turning-and thinking about sex!
She couldn't erase from her mind the fucking she had shared with the big nameless stud in the front seat of his sports car in the disco parking lot. She thought again of the big stud. She rubbed her cunt and a small moan broke from her lips. She knew what she would have to do tonight. She didn't want to; it seemed so dirty, but she was used to it by now. She had to cool the fires that were making her pussy wet.
The line of her mouth trembled. She bit her lower lip as she thought of the way the man had humped her in the front seat of the car. The big animal bastard! He'd had a giant prick and he'd known what to do with it.
Cheryl began twisting her hips in small circles on the bed. More moans escaped from her trembling mouth. The sheet beneath her pussy was smeared with her love cream. She reached for one of her pillows and pushed it between her legs, outside the sheet that caressed her cunt. She clamped her sleek legs around the pillow. Now, there was plenty of pressure against her dripping cunt.
She began humping the pillow.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned, biting her lower lip so she would keep quiet and not wake the kids.
She humped the pillow. Her beautiful ass flexed and pumped in the darkness. She reached around and caressed her cunt, gliding long fingernails over the tan flesh of her rounded ass.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned. "That's it! Fuck me, baby..."
The corner of the pillow was pushing the bed-sheet into her pussy. She rubbed her aching clit against the material, faster and faster. She glided her hand back to the crack of her ass. She scratched her anus with her long fingernail, imagining that two men were fucking her now, one in the cunt, one up the ass.
She jerked herself off faster, approaching a thundering climax. The bedsprings rocked and squeaked beneath her. She was almost there!
Suddenly she stopped. She had heard something!
The bedroom was utterly silent except for her heavy breathing. She listened. She was positive that she had heard something that sounded like a moan. Perhaps it was only part of her sexual fantasy.
But there it was again! Clearer this time, and unmistakable. It was a woman's moan, but who could it be? There was no one else in the house except for Jerry and Susan.
Cheryl sat up in bed. She forgot about the pillow between her legs. She held her breath and listened for a full thirty seconds.'
There it was again!
Cheryl suddenly realized that she was fingering her burning clitoris as she listened to the moans of her daughter!
She removed her fingers from her cunt. She slipped her shapely body from the bed and tiptoed to the bedroom door. Her hand stayed buried in the soft curly forest of her cunt hair; her fingers stayed close to her hot button.
Cheryl opened her bedroom door and stepped silently into the hallway. She tiptoed to the door of her two children. She could hear her children better now.
Christ! Jerry must be giving it to her, thought Cheryl.
She could hear the powerful rocking of the bed through the door. Susan's moans of delight were louder, now. Cheryl could also hear the guttural groans of her son, could plainly hear the slap of belly against belly. She had to see what they were doing! She opened the door an inch and peeked inside.
Her eyes grew wide; her breath caught in her throat. She began rubbing her hot clit with her fingers.
Jerry was ass-fucking his sister! Little Susan's blonde hair was spread across the bed; her face was buried in the pillows; her shapely girlish ass was pushed high in the air, meeting her brother's thrusts. The two young bodies glistened in the faint light as they humped against each other, slick with perspiration.
Jerry gripped her hips firmly. The muscles of his ass were flexing as he fucked her ass with his healthy prick. Cheryl could see her son's hard cock as it slammed in and out of the thirteen-year-old girl's tight shitter.
One of Susan's hands was clawing madly at the edge of the bed; her other hand was between her legs. She was playing with her clit! The little girl whipped her fingers back and forth across the hot button as her brother fucked her ass. Susan lifted her flushed face and emitted another moan. She fingered herself faster. Her inner thighs were slick with dripping juice.
"Faster!" she gasped. "I'm almost there, Jerry. Do me faster ... ugh, mmmmm, yes, that's it! Oooooooh, fuck me hard, you stud!"
Fourteen-year-old Jerry was giving his sister every inch of his big prick. He smashed his hips brutally against the girl's upraised ass. His cum-filled balls bounced against her delicious little bottom. He drew his prick almost all the way out of her, and Susan cried out for him to stuff her with his prick again.
The girl loved the sweet sexual pain of having her ass fucked. She was breathing and moaning louder and louder as they fucked. Jerry leaned over and reached for her small titties. He played with her hard nipples as he fucked her from behind. He pulled and twisted and tortured her hot boobs. He pinched the nipples, causing her to cry out.
"Yes!" she cried over and over as her body rocked. "Yes yes ... ohhh, sweet jesus, DO ME!"
The girl's ass-hole milked and squeezed Jerry's prick like a masturbating hand.
"I'm gonna give you every fucking drop of my hot cum, you prick-loving little bitch," Jerry gasped.
Susan moaned louder. Cheryl could see that the girl was shoving three fingers in and out of her dripping cunt. The kinky little girl obviously needed pain to increase her sexual pleasure. As she finger-fucked herself, Susan pulled and twisted her clit between her fingers. The juices from her cunt were dripping onto the bed.
The scent of aroused pussy reached Cheryl's nostrils as she watched the fucking action. The young mother realized that the scent was from both her daughter's pussy and her own. The sight before her was terribly exciting-it was one of the most erotic scenes Cheryl had ever seen!
Cheryl watched the two bodies twisting and fucking on the rocking bed as she fingered herself, dipping two fingers in and out of her aroused pussy. She knew that what they were doing was wrong, but, somehow, that only made it more exciting! She fought down a wicked urge to enter the bedroom and join her children on the bed. How exciting it would be to feel their hot horny flesh rubbing against hers!
No! she told herself. That would be too wicked. I can watch, but that's all!
As the brother and sister continued their exciting fucking, Cheryl knew what she had to do. She had to cum; she couldn't resist any longer. She kept the door open only an inch-just enough to watch. Then, she stepped forward another inch. Her unblinking eyes never left the action on the bed. The doorknob she had been holding now brushed against the bush of her curly blonde pubic hair. She lifted herself onto her tiptoes. The doorknob was warm from having been held in her hot hand. It brushed across the lips of Cheryl's cunt.
"Mmmmm," she moaned, hoping the children wouldn't hear.
Inside the bedroom, little Susan was gasping hot wicked words at her brother, over her shoulder.
"That's it!" she gasped. "Fuck me with that big piece of meat! Screw my ass-hole, you hot fucking stud! Shoot your hot cum right up my ass-hole, Jerry! Screw your hungry sister ... OHHHH ... MMMMM
"I'm gonna shoot you full," gasped Jerry. "Sweet fuckin' jesus, what a beautiful tight ass-hole!"
They were practically to the point of climax. Jerry's big cock was slamming in and out of his sister's bunghole; Susan was on her hands and knees. Her girlish tits shook with the violent movement of their fucking.
Jerry still had his arm around the girl, supporting her. He was squeezing and torturing the nipple of one of her hot titties; Susan was squeezing her other boob. She mashed it; she twisted and pulled at the nipple, making herself hotter. She was breathing fast. Her other hand was between her legs, her slender fingers rotating around her clit in small fast circles.
Cheryl lowered herself onto the doorknob as she watched. The warm metal parted the lips of her moist twat. She began rocking back and forth. The pressure of the doorknob against her clit sent shivers of pleasure racing through the horny young mother. She started pushing herself up and down, rubbing her tits against the smooth surface of the door.
"Oooooh, I'm almost there," cried Susan. "Faster, Jerry ... fuck my ass-hole faster, lover! I'm there! I'M READY TO CUM!"
"Me too, Sis," cried Jerry. "Mmram, OHHH!"
Their fucking reached a fevered pitch. Susan continued rotating her hips in small circles, pushing her ass back to meet his bestial thrusts. Her body rocking under the power of Jerry's blows, she started to shift her eyes back over her shoulder to watch. As she, did, her eyes moved toward the bedroom doorway.
Then she saw her mother's face! She saw what her mother was doing, too. She watched through eyes glazed with passion as her mother masturbated on the doorknob, rubbing her big tits up and down against the smooth wood.
Cheryl knew she had been seen by her daughter, but she didn't care. Susan was not about to stop, and neither was Cheryl. All three of them were too close to beautiful orgasms to slow down, now. Cheryl couldn't understand it, but somehow knowing that her daughter was watching her masturbate made it all the more exciting. The shapely young mother jerked herself off faster and faster on the doorknob.
Jerry, unaware of his mother's presence, smashed his prick into his sister's ass. He began to shudder with pleasure.
"Ohhh, I'm there," he moaned. "I'm shooting my load up your ass!"
Susan impaled herself on her brother's thick cock. She twisted her little ass faster and faster around the hard pole. She whipped her finger back and forth across her clit. She stared right into the eyes of her mother. She's watching me while she plays with herself! thought Susan as a mighty orgasm began to wash over her. My mother is watching me get fucked by my stud brother!
"Give it to me," cried the little girl. "Ohhhhh, I'm cumming, too! SHOOT YOUR CUM UP MY ASS!"
Jerry's prick throbbed in his sister's ass-hole. His balls fired their load of torrid cream deep into her. He rocked back and forth. He had never cum this much before in his life! The thick globs of hot sticky cream filled the squirming girl's tight bunghole. The cream began to fill up the girl's ass so fast, it bubbled out from around Jerry's dick and dribbled in warm, shiny rivulets down his sister's smooth thighs.
Susan whimpered. Her shapely body shuddered and twisted with exploding lust. Still more waves of orgasmic fury hit her. The dripping juice from her hot little cunt mixed and flowed with the globs of cum that dripped from her thighs onto the bed-sheets. All the fingers of her hand were gooey and smeared with cunt-juice.
Susan felt as if she were being torn in half by her brother's cock. She could feel the head of his prick actually pushing against her bowels. Her entire insides seemed to be coated with his beautiful cum. But there was something else she felt when she came-and it had to do with her mother!
Wild, wicked thoughts tumbled around in Susan's fevered mind as she climaxed while she watched her mother masturbate. She knew that her mother was cumming, too. It was an exciting thought. She watched her mom ride the doorknob, watched her mother's lovely titties rubbing against the smooth wood of the door.
Cheryl saw the perverted lust in her daughter's eyes. But it only excited her more. The doorknob was dripping with the young mother's pussy juices as she watched her children fuck, and as she saw the look in her daughter's eyes. Orgasm after exciting orgasm exploded inside the young mother's quivering cunt. She could feel her juices running down her legs, making them wet and smooth.
At long last, the passion began to subside in the small bedroom. Jerry's nuts had pumped cream until he thought he would pass out. The boy's prick slowly began to shrink. Finally it slipped out from between the cheeks of his sister's ass.
Cheryl's breathing was also returning to normal. She lifted herself and removed the doorknob from the satisfied interior of her cunt. She looked back into the bedroom. Susan was no longer looking at her. The two teenagers were lying in the darkness, breathing heavily after their fantastic sex, trying to catch their breath.
Slowly, Cheryl's senses were beginning to return. The heat of passion had passed. She realized now that she was standing naked in the doorway of her kids' bedroom in the cold hallway of her house.
She closed the door quietly and returned to her bedroom. As she climbed into her bed, the lovely young mother felt the warm glow that comes after a good cum. It warmed her entire body with a pleasant relaxed feeling.
But with the post-orgasmic glow came troubled thoughts. Cheryl was feeling the first pangs of guilt as she thought about what had happened. Getting herself screwed in the disco parking lot had been bad enough! Coming home and masturbating while she thought about another man, instead of her husband, had also caused her some guilt. But now, not only had she discovered that her children were indulging in incest, Cheryl had allowed herself to become aroused while watching them!
Cheryl Desmond was a terribly confused woman that night. The world seemed full of troubling questions and no answers. Mercifully, she fell asleep, still not sure of what she would do when tomorrow came.
CHAPTER FOUR
Cheryl Desmond awoke slowly. The coolness of the sheets on the warmth of her skin was a deliciously sensual sensation.
The young mother's eyes opened, and she stretched luxuriously. She arched her back. Her firm tits rubbed against the sheets. The pressure of the material against her nipples brought a small moan from her lips. It was always so nice to wake up on a Sunday morning, she told herself. There was nothing to do all day but relax and enjoy herself.
Cheryl rolled over onto her stomach in the empty bed. She stretched across that portion of the bed where Bill would have been lying if he weren't still off on the road on one of his damn sales trips. Cheryl pressed her pussy against the sheets of the empty bed. How she wished that her husband were there that morning to give her a good, long Sunday fuck.
Cheryl envisioned her husband's lean masculine body. She thought of his big hard prick. Cheryl thought of how fantastic her man was in bed. It would be so good to have him right now, she thought languidly as she rubbed her cunt.
Then she caught herself and stopped. This is no good, she thought. Bill will be home tonight. I'll save my orgasms for the real thing, not for just a fantasy of his cock slamming in and out of me.
Cheryl sprang into a sitting position. The shame had repulsion of what she had been involved in last night suddenly struck her with full force.
My God! she thought. I was acting like a pervert last night! A strong sense of guilt settled on Cheryl Desmond's confused mind. She didn't know what to be shocked by most-giving in to her drunk desires with that stud at the disco, the knowledge that Jerry and Susan were obviously involved in an incestuous relationship, or the fact that she, Cheryl, had been a willing, stimulated observer to her children's lovemaking.
Cheryl threw back the bedcovers and swung her feet to the carpeted bedroom floor. She reached for a thin house robe and pulled it around her firm, fine body. She belted it tightly at the front and rose to her feet.
She was confident that after a good talking to, Jerry and Susan would refrain from ever fucking each other again.
Cheryl found her daughter in the living room. Susan was already dressed. She wore a tight fitting white T-shirt and even tighter blue jeans. The pretty blonde thirteen-year-old was paging through a magazine. The girl's legs were drawn up under her. The tight denim of her jeans caressed and followed the budding shapeliness of her body.
Susan set down her magazine and flashed her mother a bright smile as Cheryl entered the room.
"Hi, Mom!"
Cheryl smiled back at her daughter. Then the young mother's eyes dropped momentarily to her daughter's budding tits. The firm little mounds were clearly outlined beneath the clinging white jersey. They seemed to be all hard nipple! Then Cheryl glanced back up to Susan's face. For a split second, Cheryl had an insane vision of sucking on her young daughter's titties, making Susan's childish face twist with sexual pleasure, as it had last night.
My God, what am I thinking of? screamed Cheryl's mind. She shook her head as if to clear her mind of the wicked horny thoughts.
"Uh ... I wanted to speak with you, Susan," said Cheryl as she sat down on the couch beside her daughter.
Mother and daughter were sitting close to each other. The curves of their thighs were touching.
Cheryl was vaguely aware of the warmth of her daughter's thigh pressing against her own. The warmth was somehow stimulating to the young mother. But Cheryl tried to ignore the strange things she felt happening to her.
"Sure, Mom," said Susan. "What did you want to talk about?"
"It's about you and Jerry, honey. I was hoping to find the both of you together. I have something I want to confront both of you with."
Susan's face clouded.
"Jerry's off practicing with his baseball team," she replied. "He won't be back for a few hours. What do you mean, Mom? Confront us about what?"
Cheryl paused for a moment. Then she decided to take the plunge and get it over with.
"Susan," she said, "I want to talk to you about what happened between you and your brother in your bedroom last night."
Susan gazed at her mother with wide blue eyes. The girl's lush lower lip seemed to tremble slightly.
"You mean what happened between the three of us, don't you, Mom?" she asked.
Cheryl started. She had never been spoken to that way by her daughter before. Not that there was anything ill-mannered in Susan's tone.
"I mean no such thing," said Cheryl. Then, against her will, she faltered. "What ... what you and your brother were doing last night is wrong, Susan. You should know that. I'll stand for no more of it. We'll have to tell your father when he comes home from his trip."
"And will you tell him about what you were doing last night, Mom?" asked the girl. Susan's voice was not disrespectful; it was soft and reasoning. "I saw you watching me while I came. I saw the look in your eyes. What were you thinking about, Mommy? Were you wishing that you could do to me what Jerry was doing?"
Cheryl gasped. She had totally lost control of the conversation.
"Susan! Please don't talk like that!"
"Why not?" asked Susan. Her voice was wise and seductive beyond her years. "Give in to your sexual impulses," she continued. "Jerry and I have learned that. If you do something in love and with a deep understanding of each other's needs, and if you don't lay all kinds of creepy head trips on each other, what can be the harm of two people balling, even if they are from the same family?"
"Susan..." began Cheryl.
But the girl was following her words with action. She reached over and lightly laid her palm against one of her mother's full tits.
The young mother moaned. She knew that she was fighting a losing battle with her desires.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," sighed Cheryl as the blonde girl palmed her nipple. "Please, don't do that, baby. I ... I don't know what's been happening to me lately."
Susan slid her hand across her mother's tit. Susan's own nipples were poking through the material of her white T-shirt even more clearly than before. She slid her hand down along Cheryl's body. The girl felt her mother's most intimate curves through the clinging material of Cheryl's house robe.
Then, Susan's small hand was sliding down between her mother's legs. Her gentle fingers parted the folds of her mother's robe. In another moment, Susan's fingertips made contact with the tight curls of Cheryl's soft blonde pubic hair.
With a little sigh, Cheryl parted her legs. The robe fell away, revealing the sensitive pink lips of the young mother's cunt. Susan's fingertips glided across her warm, moist cunt lips. Cheryl closed her eyes and moaned louder than before.
Susan leaned over and whispered into her mother's ear. The warm breath in her ear excited Cheryl almost as much as the thirteen-year-old's lewd words.
"Let yourself go, Mom. That's what all of this is about. No one will be hurt if you enjoy yourself."
Susan touched her mother's ear with a soft tongue kiss. She kissed her mother down along her heck, then across her chest. Susan licked her mother's hard-nippled tits. Then, the girl slid off the couch. She dropped to her knees facing her mother, between her mother's legs. As her warm quivering lips moved across Cheryl's trembling stomach, Cheryl emitted a groan of anguish and desire.
"Oooooh, baby, that feels so good," whimpered Cheryl. She slumped down on the couch and spread her legs wider. She was now fully exposing the sweetly scented, dew-dripping lips of her pink cunt. Her daughter's face was flushed and excited.
Susan ran her hands up and down Cheryl's smooth thighs. The girl licked her lips and drew her face closer to her mother's cunt. The scent of Cheryl's pussy was erotic and stimulating. When her mouth was only an inch from her mother's fuck-hole, Susan puckered her lips and blew into Cheryl's pussy. She reached up and spread the lips of Cheryl's cunt. Cheryl's clit was hard and shiny, and Susan directed a gentle, warm current of air at it. The teasing warmth was like an invisible finger that diddled the horny mother's aching clit.
Susan leaned still closer to her mother's cunt, until the girl's lush lips finally made contact with Cheryl's body. Both women trembled and sighed-Susan with the sweet moist taste on her lips, Cheryl with the sexual excitement that came with the knowledge that she was about to partake of the forbidden: a lesbian love match with her own daughter! Cheryl was on fire with a need that only her daughter's licking tongue and satisfy! Cheryl was breathing hard now and her hips were raising and lowering slightly. She reached down and began stroking her daughter's wispy blonde hair. Cheryl wanted to ram all of her pussy deep inside little Susan's hungry mouth. But Susan continued to only kiss and caress, tantalizing her excited mother to even higher peaks of frustrated lust.
Now, both of Susan's hands were between Cheryl's legs. She teased and stroked Cheryl's excited pussy. Then, her fingers slipped lower, going to the puckered rim of her mother's ass-hole. Susan's fingertips glided across the sensitive bunghole. Cheryl cried out with a loud whimper of joy. She impaled her ass-hole on her daughter's stroking fingers.
"Do you like this, Mommy?" asked Susan.
"Oh, yes!" gasped Cheryl. "Oh, darling, what you're doing to me is so exciting!"
Susan sucked on Cheryl's clit with a loud, soulful licking sound. Cheryl gasped for breath. Her fingers clenched the kneeling child's blonde hair; her nails raked Susan's scalp, pushing the girl's face in harder.
Then, Susan removed her lips.
"Tell me what you want me to do to you, Mother," she commanded in a hot whisper.
Cheryl shook her head. She was ashamed, but she could not deny her need to be eaten.
"Ohhhhhh, Susie, please ... don't make me say it. You know what I want. Please!"
"Say it, Mother. I want to hear it before I do it to you."
Cheryl gave in. She was rubbing her cunt against her daughter's mouth. She was blind with lust.
"Ohhh, eat me!" Cheryl begged. "Suck your mother's cunt, darling. I'm so horny. I ... I need to cum so bad!"
Susan loved the taste of excited pussy. Her own tender cunt was dripping with excited lust. Her tender wisps of blonde pubic hair were sparkling with diamond-like droplets of cunt-juice. The tunnel of her little cunt was slick and ready. But before Susan thought about making herself cum, she wanted to make her mother buck on the couch with orgasms.
Susan said in a low voice, "I've thought about sucking you like this so often, Mother. I'd lay awake nights and make myself cum while I thought of you and me doing this. Last night, while Jerry was fucking me and you were watching me cum, I was fantasizing that it was you, Mom."
The turned-on girl leaned forward. Her tender young lips encircled the stiff little finger of her mother's pulsating clit. Susan sucked her mother off, using a slow, teasing rhythm.
Cheryl's lovely mouth was twisted out of shape as she gasped for breath and moaned. She gave out a series of little moans, which started low and rose in pitch until they were whimpers of delight. Her foxy nude body, with her house robe open all the way, began twisting all over the couch in passion. Her legs were out straight before her as she rode the fingers her daughter was shoving up her ass-hole. She ran her fingers wildly through the girl's long blonde hair. Cheryl's eyes were closed tight. Her mind was a tangle of lesbian fantasies.
Susan had stopped sucking on Cheryl's clit. Now she was licking it. She lapped at her mother's pussy like a kitten licking up milk. Two of her fingers were now up her mother's bunghole to the first knuckles. She was giving her foxy mother some royal lesbian lovemaking, and Mom was digging the hell out of it.
"Mmmmmmmm ... oh ... faster, sweetheart," cried Cheryl. "I'm almost there, darling. Faster ... lick me faster, baby!"
Susan did as she was told, speeding up the motion of her slurping tongue. Her mother's cunt juices were coating the little girl's mouth and chin. Susan rubbed her own legs together. The crotch of her jeans was warm and soaked. Susan wished that she had someone to feel her there, to diddle her off into an orgasm of her own. But she would have to wait. There was no one else, and both of her hands were needed to bring her mother to climax.
Cheryl's firm body was smooth and white in the morning sunlight of the living room. Her big tits bounced and shook as she twisted her hungry body. She was almost to the brink of the greatest cum of her life! Cheryl reached up and squeezed her own breasts. She pinched and twisted the nipples.
"Oh, my god, I'm there!" cried the squirming young mother. "I'M CUMMIINNG!"
Her body bucked and rose off the couch like a wild mare as the walls of her pussy fluttered around the girl's busy mouth. Wet slurping sounds filled the air, punctuated by Cheryl's primal squeals of release.
Susan licked her mother faster and faster, until her tongue was a blur across Cheryl's clit. Her tongue whipped back and forth, and Cheryl was exploding with cum after beautiful cum. Finally, as Cheryl's body seemed to quiver with one continual series of shudders, little Susan removed her face from the smeared cunt and leaned back on her heels.
The girl's wide blue eyes sparkled with a combination of joy and lust as she watched her mother shiver with post-orgasmic spasms. Mom had had her fun, and the look in her glazed eyes told Susan that she was ready for more. Now it was Susan's turn!
CHAPTER FIVE
Jerry Desmond stood wide-eyed, watching his younger sister down on her knees in front of their writhing, foxy mother. The fourteen-year-old boy could hear the wet slurping sounds of Susan's mouth. He also heard the gasps and screams of his mother as she came.
The boy reached down and stroked his hard-on through the crotch of his jeans. Jerry had always become aroused when looking at pictures of chicks going down on each other. But, this was the real thing and it was more arousing than any picture could ever hope to be! Jerry's big healthy cock was straining against the material of his jeans. His nuts ached with desire as he watched the lesbian lovemaking of his mother and sister.
Obviously, Susan and their mom had thought he'd be gone much longer. Jerry remembered mentioning to Susan that he was on his way to baseball practice as he had walked out the door. But Mom and Susan must have been too busy getting down in the living room to notice that it had started to rain. Baseball practice had been called, so Jerry had come home early.
Before him now, his mother had finally stopped cumming. Susan was kneeling back on her heels. The thirteen-year-old was still between her mother's legs.
Jerry knew instinctively that this was the first time the two of them had gotten it on. Susan would have told him before this if she had been going down on the old lady for very long. Jerry grinned; he knew now what had happened. His foxy little bitch of a sister had seduced their mother.
The boy's hard-on got even harder inside his pants. Hot damn! he thought. Mom can't turn back, now-not after what I've seen. And I'm still on fire from watching Susan get Mom off.
The fourteen-year-old stepped into the living room. He announced his presence by jerking down the zipper of his jeans. He pulled his cock out; the length of throbbing cockmeat was ramrod straight.
Cheryl and Susan opened their eyes at the same time and saw Jerry. They saw his erection and the look of burning lust in his eyes.
At first, Cheryl panicked at the sight of her son. She was already feeling pangs of regret and guilt over her actions with Susan, now that the white heat of her kinky hungers had been satisfied. Oh my god! she thought. It's not bad enough what I've done, but now my son has seen me as well!
Her eyes dropped again to Jerry's rock-hard prick. Despite his years, Jerry's hard-on looked capable of satisfying a woman for hours! Cheryl could not restrain the tremor that quaked through her still warm body at the very thought. Before she knew it, the young mother was horny again, just from looking at her son's hard cock! All thoughts of guilt or regret vanished from her mind, washed away by a new flood of aroused forbidden desires. She was a slave to her dripping cunt.
Cheryl held out her arms.
"Take off your pants and hump your horny mother," she commanded. "I need your cock so badly, my darling."
"Can I watch?" begged Susan.
Cheryl began fingering herself as she watched the boy strip off his jeans. She looked down at her wide-eyed daughter.
"Yes, baby," said Cheryl. "Sit over there in the chair and watch us. Play with yourself, okay? And when you get too hot to stand it, come over here and I'll take care of you."
Little Susan's tender cunt was soaked with aroused juices. The sweet wetness was actually dripping from her pink cunt. The upper regions of the girl's thighs were slick and moist. The little button of her clit poked from the folds of sensitive flesh, begging to be teased and brought to a climax.
Susan couldn't decide whether she would rather cum with her brother or her mother. The girl was trembling with desire. The nipples of her tits were like hard little pieces of cherry candy. Susan's mouth was still drooling with the taste of her mother's cum juices, the little girl's face was slick with Cheryl's fuck-cream.
But listening to her mother give those erotic commands, Susan made up her mind. I can always get it on with Jerry, she thought. But who knows if anything this wild will ever happen again? How kinky it would be to watch my brother hump our mother-and then have my mother do to me what
I've just finished doing to her!
"Yes, Mommy," said Susan at last. The little girl cupped her own small titties as she spoke. She rubbed the nipples with her warm palms, exciting herself further. "I'll watch," she promised, "but want to hear you screaming and moaning like you did before, okay?"
"I will, my little darling," said Cheryl. "Now sit over there and watch while your brother pounds my piss hole with that big slab of cockmeat!"
"Mmmmm," moaned Susan, excited by her mother's gutter talk.
The daughter pinched and twisted her hard nipples. She knew that her mother was watching her, as well as Jerry's hard prick! Then, Susan rose to her feet. She crossed to a big stuffed chair a few feet away. Susan slouched down in the chair. She spread her slim legs out before her, wanting her mother to see her hungry young cunt and what she would be doing to herself.
As Cheryl watched, Susan reached between her legs, using the fingers of her right hand to spread apart the lips of her pussy. Cheryl gasped as she saw Susan's hard, pink little clit pop into view from the moist folds of girl-flesh. Mother's and daughter's eyes were glazed with an unspeakable lust for each other.
Susan lowered her left hand to the spread lips of her cunt. As she looked at her mother, the little teenager began rubbing her clit. The tiny pink nubbin was shiny and hard, peeking out from the soft lips of the child's cunt. Susan used only her fingertips as she rubbed them around in small circles across her aching clit.
Susan gasped. She began grunting and moving her ass in small twitching circles on the cushion of the chair. She stuck out her chest so that her mother could get a better look at her bouncing tits as she jerked off. Susan licked her lips and made pouting faces at her hungry mother.
Jerry stood between them and quickly stripped. Within seconds, he was as naked as the two females who were stretched out before him. His balls ached, his prick was at full attention. It arched out from his body like a hard piece of pipe. Jerry reached down and stroked his cock as he looked at the two naked pieces of ass before him. He couldn't believe how lucky he was! Two hot dripping cunts waiting to be fucked by his big piece of cock. And all he had to do was decide which one to fuck first.
Cheryl seemed to read her son's mind. She swung her shapely legs up onto the couch. She raised her knees and separated them slightly. When she knew that Jerry could see the pink slit of her cunt, she began fingering her clit while he watched. Then she reached out her other arm to him, inviting him to join her. Her eyes were pleading, and so was her mouth.
"Come to me, my darling son," she purred. "Let me feel you break me in half with that big dick."
Jerry started toward her. But then he paused and looked at his sister.
Susan was fingering herself. Her plump titties bounced.
"Do what Mommy says," she gasped. "I want to watch the two of you. Ohhh, this is so exciting!"
The scent of aroused cunt was heavy in the air. The smell made Jerry's mouth water. Which one of these sweet bitches should he fuck first? They were both dying for it!
Cheryl whimpered with excitement. She realized that she was the lucky one. She was about to be fucked by her son's hard cock! The fact that the act was so kinky and forbidden only made it sweeter. She couldn't take her eyes away from her son's huge dick. She fingered herself faster; she spread her legs further for him as he stopped beside the couch.
Jerry stood, looking down at his mother while she masturbated. Suddenly, Cheryl's body began bucking with the tremors of an unexpected orgasm.
"Oooooh, mmmmm, I-I c-can't stand it," the foxy mother whimpered.
Jerry and Susan stroked themselves as they watched their mother make herself cum. Soon, Cheryl's trembling subsided as her orgasm passed. Jerry reached down and touched one of her naked knees. He had always wanted to fuck a woman after she had made herself cum, after she'd made her pussy wet and ready for him!
"Now, Mom?" he asked.
Cheryl reached out with both arms. She couldn't wait to get herself onto his prick!
"Now, darling," she said. "Stretch out on your back for me. I want to ride you on top!"
"Sure, Mom," said Jerry.
He joined her on the couch. He stretched out on his back as he'd been asked. His healthy young prick towered up from his muscular body.
Cheryl crawled on top of her son. Her shapely limbs flashed in the light through the living room window. She centered her slim body so that her moist cunt was poised only inches above the quivering head of her son's dick. Her cool slim fingers began caressing his hard cock. Up and down her hand moved. Her fingernails teased the underside of his throbbing cock.
Jerry moaned with pleasure. He closed his eyes, his breathing grew rapid, guttural. His as began moving up and down. His mother stroked him harder, faster.
"Do you want me to make you cum?" asked Cheryl. Her voice was throaty, seductive.
Jerry wanted it more than anything. He wanted to spurt his hot cum all over his mother's stroking fingers. But he bit his lip, forbidding himself to cum. He looked up at his mother, straddling him, and shook his head.
"No, you foxy piece of ass," he said in a husky voice. "Don't make me cum, yet. I still want to fuck the shit out of you!"
"Ohhhhh..." moaned Cheryl.
She stretched out across Jerry, her tits mashed onto his naked chest. She reached down between their bodies and rubbed the head of his dick across the moist lips of her cunt. She teased the lips of her pussy from her ass-hole to her clit.
Jerry reached around and cupped the mounds of his mother's ass. He held them firmly as he lifted his hips up off the couch. In one slow, fluid motion, his erect prick slid into the hot, wet depths of his mother's cunt.
Mother and son groaned in lust as their bodies locked. Cheryl's rapid breath was warm on Jerry's throat.
"Take your time, baby," she whimpered. "Slow fuck Mama. Please ... slow fuck me, baby."
Jerry obeyed; he began swinging his hips up and down. His big prick slid in and out of his mother's dripping cunt. But he did it all very slowly; the pumping rhythm was drawn-out and steady.
Cheryl's eyes were closed tightly. Her lovely body quivered with hunger. Her mind was a fevered swirl of sexual fantasies, come to life as she continued to stroke Jerry's cock. Whenever all but the head left her pussy, she allowed the length of hard prick to slide across her loosely wrapped palm. Her palm was slick with her own warm juices as they were rubbed off her son's prick.
The young mother slid her hand away from Jerry's cock and traced a pattern between their bodies with her fingertips. She parted the moist folds of cunt directly above his ramming cock. She moaned louder as her fingertips touched the excited bud of her clit. Cheryl rubbed her clit while her son slow-fucked her.
Jerry gazed through the tangled mass of his mother's softly scented hair. Across the room, he could see his sister. Susan was staring at every movement of Jerry and Cheryl's fucking. The blonde-haired thirteen-year-old was masturbating with one busy hand. With the other, she pinched the nipples of her small tits. The sight was obviously turning her on.
Suddenly, Cheryl also remembered her daughter. She remembered that she had promised to satisfy the excited little girl.
"Step over here, darling," Cheryl called to her masturbating child. "Come, bring that beautiful thing between your legs over to where I can kiss it!" '
"Ohhh, I need it so bad, Mommy," replied the girl.
She hopped off the chair and pranced over to the head of the couch.
Cheryl stopped diddling herself. She remained on top of Jerry, and her perfectly rounded ass continued to swing around and pump up and down in time to her son's thrusting hips. But as she fucked, the beautiful young mother slid further upward along Jerry's body.
Cheryl reached out, resting her hands on her daughter's hips. Susan stood before her mother, looking pure and virginal, except for her erect nipples.
Cheryl guided her face to the wispy patch of blonde pubic hair which was in front of her. The child's cunt hair was dappled with beads of pussy juice. Susan bent her knees slightly and shoved her crotch forward. She offered the pink slit to her mother's face.
Lying on his back, Jerry watched all of this as he continued to fuck his mother. He was squeezing and twisting the firm cheeks of Cheryl's ass. For one moment, his eyes met and held his sister's. Susan's lips were quivering with uncontrollable sexual frenzy. But they seemed to be twisted into a smile of triumph for her brother, alone.
We've done it! the smile seemed to say. We've got our mother in our sex games-and she's loving it!
Jerry fondled his mother's ass as he fucked her harder than before. But the strokes were still long and even. His cock was ramming in to the hilt; his tight balls bounced against wet feminine thighs with every upward surge.
Susan reached down and caressed Cheryl's long hair. Then Susan squatted. She pressed her cunt to her mother's lips.
Cheryl began licking her daughter's cunt. It was the first time Cheryl had ever tasted another female's cunt. She was pleasantly surprised at the delicious salty taste of her daughter's pussy. Cheryl had fingered herself often enough on lonely nights to know all about the female anatomy! She had no trouble finding little Susan's budding clit.
A passionate animal growl escaped from Cheryl's throat as Jerry fucked even faster. He was riding her hard now, just the way she liked it! Her son's big prick was plunging in and out of her excited hole. She hunched over him, clasping her knees firmly against the sides of his chest. Her neck was bent at a slight angle. Her face was buried between Susan's spread legs.
Their groans of lust and need filled the room. So did the wet sounds of slurping and slapping. The couch rocked back and forth as mother, son and daughter rutted their hungry bodies even harder and faster against each other. The only reality to them at that moment was reaching that all-powerful moment of orgasm.
Still, the speed of their fucking and sucking increased. Their breathing grew faster and faster as their naked bodies rocked.
Jerry was slam-fucking his mother as hard as he could. Cheryl was taking the reaming, but she was also keeping a fast rhythm with her tongue as she licked her daughter's snatch. Susan was hunched over, running her finger's wildly through her mother's silky blonde hair. She rubbed her tender cunt even harder against Cheryl's mouth. The feel of Cheryl's tongue rapidly flicking across her clit and the teeth nibbling and teasing at her pussy made the little child so aroused that she almost fell over. She was the most excited of all. She held on, although her whole body trembled.
When it happened, it was more powerful than any of them could have imagined.
Jerry came an instant before the two women. He grabbed his mother's ass so hard that his fingernails broke her flesh. He arched his back and slammed his cock deeply for one final thrust, holding it in all the way for an instant, like a plunged sword.
"Ohhhhh, Mommy!" he cried blindly. "I'm cumming into your cunt!"
"Give it to me, you sweet little mother-fucker!" purred his mother.
The combination of her son's cock exploding in her pussy and the sound of her own lewd words brought on Cheryl's second orgasm of the day. It exploded her insides with such power that it almost made her pass out!
Jerry's prick was blasting a full load of scalding cum deep into Cheryl's love-box. The walls of the young mother's pussy fluttered with her orgasm. Cheryl's tongue was licking at a furious pace now, the tip lashing and circling Susan's tiny clitoris, until Susan was finally there, too!
"Ohhhhh, Mommy ... Jerry!" she moaned. "It's so beautiful! I-I'm there ... I'm cuummmiiinng!"
Little Susan had never experienced such an incredible orgasm. The sight of Jerry fucking their mother, and what her mother was doing to her cunt were too much for the little girl. Her slim body bucked and rocked back and forth on her feet. All the while, she was grinding her cunt harder into Cheryl's mouth, and Cheryl just kept licking and sucking faster and faster, until they were all in a frenzy.
Each of the three was lost for endless minutes. They existed only at their most primal levels. Their voices moaned and purred as their bodies satisfied each other, releasing the sexual pressure that had been building up in all of them. It was exquisite release.
At long last, they all planted happy loving kisses on each other. Then, with sighs instead of gasps, they began to disengage from each other. It was a narrow couch. Cheryl didn't know how they did it, but before she knew it she was sitting on the floor with her naked back against the couch, and Susan and Jerry were in the same position on either side of her.
All three were touching hands and smiling at each other like the happily exhausted souls they were.
It's beautiful, thought Cheryl. She was still trying to catch her breath. Her body was basking in such a glow of sexual satisfaction that the thoughts of what she had just done didn't even bother her.
I might feel guilty later, thought Cheryl. But right now, my two children have made me more satisfied sexually than any man ever has. I don't know what's happening to me, but I have to find out where it will lead me.
CHAPTER SIX
Bill Desmond arrived back home that Monday from his latest sales trip. Bill was a good-looking, muscular guy in his early thirties. He was still in the prime of life-sexual prime, too. As usual, he came off the road horny for his hot, foxy wife.
Bill had been on the road for ten days, this time. That was the longest stint in quite a while. Of course, he had gotten horny while he was away from Cheryl's tight pussy. And of course, he had done something about it. What the hell else was a guy supposed to do when he's five hundred miles away from his old lady and horny, and his right hand just won't do? Bill Desmond could fuck 'em and leave 'em.
That wasn't the way he felt about Cheryl, of course. Bill Desmond was crazy in love with his wife. He loved her body and he loved her mind and he loved that special magic deep within her soul which few women seem to have. But he couldn't deny his sexuality either. He didn't make a point of searching out strange women to fuck, but he did like to hang around bars, listening to the conversation after a long day of sell, sell, sell.
And sometimes, when he was sitting in bars, he would meet foxy young ladies. When that happened, if they turned him on, he would go home with them and fuck them. But he would be always up front with them. They always knew that he was just a one-night-stand. Hell, that was no problem. That's what most of the bitches were there for themselves! And in the morning he would be pushing on to another town, rarely remembering the last chick's face-and never her name.
No, Bill Desmond did not feel guilty about the women he slept with while he was on the road. And for a very good reason. Cheryl knew all about them.
Cheryl was Bill Desmond's idea of a perfect wife-which was why he loved her so much.
Sometimes Cheryl actually got hot thinking about the girls Bill had fucked while he was away. She would make him tell her while she stroked his cock. Then she would get hot, hearing Bill talk about how the other girl had twisted and moaned. Cheryl would finger herself while she masturbated Bill. When they were both so hot that they couldn't stand it, they would grab each other and fuck each other into a thundering mutual orgasm that would have them both screaming.
In Bill Desmond's opinion, his wife Cheryl was a perfect mate-and then some! Which was why Bill was so troubled, this time, upon his return home. He cared about Cheryl, and it was obvious that something troubling was on her mind.
She was happy to see him. There could be no doubt about that. On Monday evening when he first arrived home, Cheryl couldn't wait to get the kids off to bed so that she and Bill could have their welcome-home fuck session. Their hot fucking had lasted long into the night. Cheryl's passion in bed had been genuine and unrestrained.
Yet between the bouts of fucking, Bill had noticed a certain distracted air about Cheryl. It was nothing he could put his finger on, but it was definitely there. And it was obviously something she didn't wish to discuss with him.
Bill continued to pick up the vibes all during Tuesday. On his first full day at home after the road, he and Cheryl always spent the full day together. This Tuesday was no exception, they went for a walk, ran errands, had all kinds of fun. But beneath Cheryl's happy smile and sparkling eyes, Bill could very definitely discern a mysterious something that lurked just beneath Cheryl's cheerful exterior-something that troubled her deeply.
Tonight, he would learn what that something was.
It was Tuesday night. The family had spent a fun night at a movie. Now, Jerry and Susan were asleep in their room. The house was quiet.
Bill lay naked in bed, waiting for his wife. Only a sheet covered him. Its coolness against his large cock was a tingling, pleasant sensation. He reached over and stroked his cock through the sheet, bringing it halfway to life. He thought about his wife and how he would fuck her.
Cheryl stepped out of the bathroom and seemed to glide across the floor toward him. Flowing pink silk caressed her beautiful curves, caressed the firmly rounded boobs that bounced as she walked; caressed the foxy lines of her hips and ass.
The front of her nightgown had a deep V-cut. There was plenty of smooth white skin showing. Bill felt his cock grow harder.
His arms slid around her as he drew her to him. Their lips met in a long lingering kiss. Her tongue was a slick wet animal that snaked into his mouth. Her strong teeth nibbled at his lower lip. Her fingers ran through his hair.
When the kiss was broken, she said with a smile, "Tonight is the second celebration of my old man's homecoming. I want to make it special for you, baby."
Bill wondered if this had anything to do with what had been on her mind.
They fell back across the bed in each other's arms. Bill ran his hands up and down his wife's body. He loved the feel of her warm skin through the silk. Cheryl's warm mouth was against his ear. She kissed him warmly, wetly. Her hard tongue laced out and caressed every inch of his ear. Her breath was hot and stimulating.
Cheryl cocked her leg. A silk-covered knee rubbed against Bill's hard pecker. He moaned. He ran his hands across the firm rise of her ass. She was plump and firm. His middle finger pushed the silk material inward as it grazed across the crack of her ass. The feel of the cool silk at her sensitive bunghole caused the young wife to moan and twist her body. Her quivering mouth sought his. They kissed as they rubbed against each other. Their tongues dueled in a wet dance of lust.
Bill ran his hands up and down his wife's rib-cage. Every time he moved his hand upward, the hem of her nightgown lifted higher up her shapely legs. Bill gripped her tightly. He caressed her roughly as she writhed in his arms. His fingers were spread widely as he caressed her, to cover and arouse more of her willing flesh. The tips of his thumbs were rubbing her swollen nipples. Soon, the nipples were poking up, proud and hungry, clearly visible through the tightly pulled silk that covered them.
"Ohhhhh, suck them, Bill," she whimpered. "Suck me until I hurt, baby."
Bill lowered his lips to the aroused nipple. He sucked the sensitive flesh into his mouth through the material. Cheryl arched her back, lifting her writhing ass up off the bed in her excitement. She ran her fingers wildly through his hair. Her mouth twisted in helpless moans.
Bill kissed the V of white flesh between her tit. He found the other nipple, already hard and waiting, and sucked it while he palmed the first. Her nipples poked through the spit-soaked material and seemed to sting his palm and mouth as he rubbed and sucked.
After he had kissed and sucked the second tit for a while, he began a rapid descent of kisses down along his wife's body. Cheryl was bending and twisting her body. She'd always had a thing about oral sex. Her earliest childhood sexual fantasies were about older people going down on her. The love of cuntsucking was still with her.
By now, the hem of her pink nightgown had been pushed up above her pubic mound by his caressing. Bill quickly passed the hem and buried his nose in the perfumed tufts of her pussy hair. Then he kissed her ... lower.
Cheryl squealed with delight when she felt his lips on her cunt. Bill knew exactly how she liked it. He always satisfied her!
His nostrils tingled with the incredible scent of her pussy. He licked lightly, lapping her from ass-hole to clit with moist dashing strokes of his tongue tip. Then he ran his hands down from her rib cage, down the full length of her curved thighs. His hands rested on each of her knees. Then, as he licked the outer lips of her cunt, he began caressing her thighs with small circular movements. His fingertips traced along her warm flesh, moving higher and higher. All the while, his tongue lashed at her pussy.
The bed was rocking from Cheryl's excited movements. The lips of her cunt were already beaded with moist droplets of cunt-juice. She continued running her fingers madly through her husband's hair, also clawing at his upper back. She whimpered and moaned with happy anticipation. She loved the way he fondled her thighs!
Bill's hands finally reached the top of her tender white inner thighs. He was still licking her. The tasty juices of her excitement coated his tongue, his nose and his mouth. His fingertips moved toward the dripping juncture between her legs. He lifted his face away for a moment. His fingertips followed the motions of his tongue. He fluttered his fingers as they grazed and slid up and down the length of her trembling moist cunt. His fingers were soon slick and warm with the secretions from her aroused cunt. Bill spread the lips of her pussy apart, exposing the pink entrance to her cunt. He smacked his lips and lowered his face between her legs, again.
"Do you want what I'm going to give you, Cheryl?" he asked in a throaty voice.
Cheryl's shapely ass was bouncing on the bed as she pushed her pussy closer to Bill's mouth.
"Mmmmm ... ohh, yesssssss," she moaned.
"Suck my juice, Daddy. Tongue my hot pussy!"
Bill lowered his mouth to her hot fuck-hole and sucked. The suction pulled and rubbed the young wife's excited cunt. She squealed with desire. Beneath the top of her pink satin nightgown, her big tits juggled. The hard nipples still rubbed against the soaked material where Bill had sucked her. The sucking at her cunthole now only drove her crazier.
Bill began licking her cunt, using the wide flat surface of his tongue. Every time his tongue slid across her pussy, Cheryl would whimper and hunch her burning hole even tighter against his busy mouth.
Now that the outer lips of his wife's pussy had been parted, Bill had another use for his fingers. He began stroking her clit with one hand as he slid his other hand beneath her bouncing ass. He began to plunge his fingers in and out between the cheeks of her bared ass. He allowed the nail of his middle finger to scrape along the sensitive tissue around her anus.
Now, he really burrowed his face into the hot, humid cunt, between his wife's legs. He made his tongue hard, reaming it in and out of his wife's dripping pussy, as if it were a small cock, fucking her. His tongue lanced in and out with hard, fast strokes.
His reaming tongue, her rubbed clit and her stroked ass-hole were sending the twisting half-nude woman over the brink into an unbelievable orgasm.
"Oh, sweet Daddy, do it all to me, baby," she gasped. "I'm there, darling ... I cummiiinnng!"
Her smooth white body twisted and bucked on the bed as her husband buried his face in her cunt, sucking her loudly. The tangy sweet juices of her cum flowed down the insides of her thighs, making them moist and slippery. The juices coated her stud husband's mouth and throat. Cheryl's body bucked and quivered with the tremors of her oral-induced orgasm. She gasped and groaned and twisted.
At last, though, the cum passed. But Cheryl was not left without energy. The preliminary orgasm had only heightened her need. Now, she wanted to cum with a cock pounding in and out of her quivering cunthole.
Cheryl rolled onto her side. The nightgown was still bunched up around her hips, but she had no time to slow down. She ran her hand down along her husband's lean muscular body. She gasped when her roving fingers came into contact with his hard prick. Bill's cock was at full attention, nearly ten inches in length! It throbbed and quivered ever so slightly. A droplet of pre-cum already dotted the piss-slit.
Cheryl made a loose fist with her fingers and began sliding her hand up and down the full length of her husband's cock. Her palm grazed the head of his dick. The droplet of cock-juice smeared across her warm palm as she continued to stroke him. Soon, his cock was slick and shiny. And still she masturbated him, with long even strokes.
Bill closed his eyes and gasped with pleasure. His torso was twisting with naked desire. Her fingernails teased his prick. Bill's fingers clawed at the rumpled bedsheets as he used all of his self-control to keep from blasting his load all over her slowly stroking fingers.
Cheryl slid up alongside him on the bed. She continued to stroke him, as every lush curve of her body was pressed against his. He could feel the moistness of her dripping cunt as she hand-fucked him. She again placed her lips against his ear. She whispered lewdly, not missing a masturbating stroke.
"Did you fuck any girls on this trip, darling?" she asked.
Bill groaned. The hot cum in his nuts almost exploded up his big dick, but he held himself in check. He loved it when she whispered to him like that. And he could see that she was fingering herself as she stroked him. He thought of the hippy chick he'd met in the bar. He'd picked her up and they had screwed all night. He nodded as his wife continued the up-and-down motion of her hand.
"Y-yes, baby, I fucked another cunt while I was gone," he replied, knowing the words that always excited her.
But this time, she surprised him. Usually, she asked him to tell her all about the girl. He always suspected some submerged bisexuality when he did this. But not this time.
"Was she as foxy as me?" Cheryl whispered into his ear.
"N-no, baby," Bill replied truthfully. "You know that no one is."
Now Cheryl's fist grew tighter as she masturbated her husband's cock. Her voice grew throatier.
"Was she as foxy as our daughter?" asked Cheryl.
Bill's eyes flashed open. Had he heard correctly?
"What?" he asked, somewhat dumbly.
But by that time, Cheryl had already slithered atop him. He felt enveloped by her hungry flesh. She crouched over him, locking her knees to his sides. She reached between them and took his cock. She slid it into her pussy, groaning as he sunk in to the hilt, effortlessly. Bill looked up into her face. Her eyes were clamped shut as she bounced up and down and around on his pillar of hard cock. She was obviously lost in the grasp of a feverish sexual fantasy. And she wanted to share it with him!
"We do have a beautiful little daughter, don't we?" she groaned as they fucked.
Bill couldn't explain how or why, but he felt himself being sucked into his wife's fantasy. He'd never had erotic thoughts about little Susan, but now he felt himself becoming even more aroused by whatever was driving Cheryl.
"Yes, she's a very foxy young girl," said Bill, waiting to see where Cheryl would lead next.
Cheryl was obviously exciting herself with her talk; she spoke as much to Bill as to herself. Her firm ass bounced as she rode his prick.
"What if you found her masturbating, stretched out before you, making her pussy dripping wet, hungry for a cock-any cock?" breathed Cheryl. "Would you do to her what you're doing to me, baby?"
Bill couldn't believe the kinky words his wife was saying. But he was so aroused that he was suddenly a slave to the same fantasy. He was running his hands up and down his wife's warm writhing body as she fucked him. His hands coasted over her womanly curves. He palmed and kneaded her firm jiggling ass.
But in his fevered mind's eye, it was suddenly little Susan who was on top of him-his own daughter! He could not deny it. Two minutes ago, the thought would have been unthinkable. But now, in his wild fantasy, it was his thirteen-year-old daughter atop him. It was her pussy juice that dripped and oozed down his pumping prick. He grabbed Cheryl's hips to steady her. He slammed his hard-on faster and harder, ramming it in and out of her sucking hole.
Cheryl leaned over. Her bouncing tits, still covered by the nightgown, were mashing into his chest. She whimpered and cried with guttural gasps.
"Think of it!" she moaned into his ear as their bouncing fucking reached a new pace. "You're not fucking me, Bill. You're fucking your daughter's hot little fuck-hole. She's whimpering while you screw it in and out of her!"
These words pushed them both over the edge. Bill's entire body arched off the bed. He rammed his dick all the way into her. His fingers clawed at her ass so hard, they drew drops of blood.
"Oh, Christ! I'm CUUUMMMIIINNG!" he screamed.
In his lusting mind, it was not his wife he was blasting his cum into, but his daughter's! He imagined little Susan's naked body twisting around his cock. He dreamed that he was cumming deep into her tight virgin cunt.
Above him, Cheryl's body bucked and jounced. She was sitting up now. She held her titties through the spit-soaked nightgown. She grabbed and twisted her big jugs, pinching the nipples, as her orgasm slammed through her.
"Ohhhh, mmmmm, ohhhhh," she moaned over and over, and for a moment Bill thought she would fall off the bed.
At last, with a happy contented sigh, she pitched forward across his totally spent body.
Bill had loved his orgasm, but by the time he started recovering, he began having doubts about the fantasy of fucking his little girl. He wondered if Cheryl felt guilty, as well. But he was not to find out that night. It must have been a really satisfying fuck for his young wife; they lay in each other's arms for nearly ten minutes. Within another five, Cheryl's steady breathing told Bill one thing-for sure.
His wife had drifted off into a deep sleep-and the dreamy smile on her lips suggested that she'd had no guilt trips about the incest fantasy, whatsoever!
CHAPTER SEVEN
After Bill left Wednesday on another sales trip, things got worse-or better, depending on how you looked at it. And that was exactly the young mother's problem-she didn't know how to look at it, and she dared not confide what she had done with anyone.
Cheryl and her kids had naturally kept very cool about what had transpired between them on that wild Sunday afternoon in the living room. Inside, Cheryl had been struggling during the whole time of Bill's last stay at home. She felt guilty one moment; the next, she would think of the sweet thrill of her daughter's busy tongue between her legs, and her pussy would grow moist with the warm syrup of desire. She would approach her husband then when her desire became too much to bear. She would rub against him and beg him like a wanton in heat. And they would return to their bedroom and close the door.
And all the time, she would keep the true root of her desire locked within her mind. She would think about her children while her husband fucked her and make her cum. But she thought she had done a good job of keeping her wild fantasies and thoughts to herself.
Until last night, that is.
She spent much of her first Wednesday alone, trying to reason out why she had spoken her fantasy about their daughter to Bill. Oh, it had excited Bill to the point of orgasm, although he felt slightly guilty afterward, but that wasn't the point. Why had she told him? And why did it excite her, simply to think of the fact that she had made Bill cum while he pictured their daughter in his mind.
The thought of sharing the fantasy made her very excited, and Cheryl spent most of the Wednesday lying in bed, masturbating.
Wednesday night, after the lights were all off, her children had quietly tiptoed to her bed. Their white bodies had fucked and sucked with wild abandon in the moonlight shining in through Cheryl's bedroom window. The bedroom had echoed with their gasps and cries of pleasure.
But in the cold light of the following morning, Cheryl had felt herself being swayed in the other direction-in the direction of guilt. She had spoken to her children that morning before they left for school.
"Susan, Jerry. I ... I've done some serious thinking. I know that all three of us enjoy what we've been doing. But I've made up my mind. It's got to stop."
"But why, Mom?" asked Jerry plaintively. "I thought we talked about this the other night and decided that it wouldn't harm anyone as long as we kept our heads together!"
"That's just it," nodded Cheryl. "I'm having trouble keeping my head together. I'm not trying to be a hypocrite about this, honest, kids."
"Then what is it, Mom?" asked Susan.
"I'm not sure," Cheryl admitted. "But I just somehow know that it's wrong. That we shouldn't be doing what we have been. I'm sorry, kids. I just have to think about it more. I have to straighten things out in my own head before I do anything else."
"But, Mom..." began Jerry.
But before any other words had left the boy's mouth, his thirteen-year-old sister had reached over and touched his arm. Her expression and voice indicated an awareness and maturity far beyond her tender years.
"Jerry, I think we'll be late for school if we stay here much longer," she said. "I think we should respect Mom's wishes. And I think we'd better be on our way, too!"
Cheryl loved her daughter more, at that moment, than ever before. She also felt a strong love and admiration for Jerry. Her son had realized that Susan was right. Both children kissed their mother dutifully on the cheek and left for school.
Cheryl had read somewhere that the best way to solve a problem was to throw oneself into the day-to-day chores of life with full gusto, and this is exactly what she proceeded to do.
Then came Saturday.
Cheryl woke up horny. She woke up alone in her warm bed with the sheets crinkled up against her pussy. She rubbed her clit against the sheets. In that half-asleep, half-awake early morning stage, she masturbated again without really knowing what she was doing. For some reason her mind went back a week to the night she and her friend, Mona, had gone to the disco. Cheryl remembered the hot fucking she had got in the car in the parking lot of The Playroom. She also remembered what an erotic, exciting experience it was to watch the dancing, bumping, hustling bodies of the men and women on the dance floor, as they writhed to the pounding disco music.
Before Cheryl knew it, she was wide awake twisting and humping with wild abandon as a whole series of incredible orgasms spasmed her shapely nude body about on the bed. When she was done, the sheets beneath her pussy were soaked with warm cunt juice.
And Cheryl knew that she would have to return to The Playroom again that night.
As the day wore on and she went about her various chores, she tried talking herself out of going, but it was no use. The wild erotic pictures of her mind refused to go away. Indeed, as the day wore on, she only became more turned on as she thought about all of the exciting young people who would be doing their thing at the club that evening-and how much she wanted to be a part of it.
At around four that afternoon, Cheryl gave in to her desires. She decided to again allow her fantasies to become reality. She called Mona Channing and asked if she had a date for that evening.
"Not me, Cheryl," replied Mona over the phone. "You know how I like it. I like going to those places and just seeing what comes my way. Who knows? The guy who asks you out might turn out to be a turkey, and then you're stuck with him all night. My way, you get to be a little more selective about who you take home for fun in the hay."
Cheryl smiled. She always got such a kick out of how open Mona was about everything-especially sex. Cheryl wished she could be more like her. But then, Mona was single; she didn't have the responsibility of a husband and two kids.
"Then why don't we meet there at about eight?" suggested Cheryl.
"Gonna let loose again like you did last Saturday, eh?" chuckled Mona. "Boy! They knew what they were talking about when they called it Saturday Night Fever."
Cheryl blushed.
"I guess you're right," she said. "See you at eight, Mona?"
"Don't worry, I'll be there," promised Mona. "Watching you let loose is worth the price of admission to The Playroom, all by itself!"
Cheryl kept quiet about where she was going and what she was doing. She only told Jerry and Susan that she was getting together with some friends that Saturday evening, that the kids would have to be on their own that night. Cheryl was thankful that neither of her children saw anything unusual in the fact that she was going out two Saturday nights in a row. Cheryl still felt an occasional tremor of guilt at what was about to take place-for she knew that something sexual would most certainly happen that evening. But her guilt became less and less as the evening approached, and her excitement grew in direct proportion.
The disco was already in full swing when Cheryl and Mona strolled in that night. The multicolored strobe lights were flashing their wild patterns about the walls. The dance floor was already crowded with hardworking energetic dancers. The walls rumbled from the driving disco beat.
The girls got a table near the edge of the dance floor and immediately ordered drinks. Before long, men were coming up and asking them to dance. Within a short time, the alcohol and the close atmosphere and the driving, hypnotic music had worked their spell on Cheryl, even more than they had the week before. This time, she knew what to expect. She danced with all the men who asked her.
While none of them turned her on to the point of wanting to fuck them, she felt her pussy beginning to grow moist as she boogied.
It was an erotic world of tight, pumping crotches, flashing feminine legs sheathed in smooth nylon, twisting asses and bouncing tits. The music drove the dancers on. Cheryl could see that many of the men had hard-ons. Many of the bouncing tits had hard nipples which poked through the material of their clinging dresses, begging to be sucked. As she danced, Cheryl vividly imagined different combinations of these young couples as they went home or out into the parking lot and fucked and sucked.
After a number of drinks and dances, when they were sitting back at their table, Mona leaned over toward Cheryl with an excited glint in her eye.
"How would you like to meet someone special?"
"Such as?" Cheryl asked.
"Come on with me and I'll show you," grinned Mona.
Cheryl shrugged. She finished her drink and followed Mona across the width of the club. Cheryl was slightly drunk; she was ready for anything. The music and the dancers had got even wilder and more erotic than before. Cheryl's nipples were hard, yearning for attention. Her panties were soaked with cunt juice.
It soon became obvious to Cheryl where they were heading.
"Mona, are your sure..."
"Of course, I'm sure," grinned Mona. "This way. Here we are!"
They passed through a door. Cheryl closed the door behind them and looked around. They stood in the control center of the entire disco-the small plushly carpeted room where the DJ played the records.
Half of three of the walls were glass, down to about waist level, giving the disc jockey full view of all the exciting goings-on out on the dance floor. Just below the glass was an expensive console which took up nearly all of one wall, with switches and buttons to control everything, from the music to the flashing lights.
A well-dressed, muscular man in his late twenties sat at the control console. He was a good-looking dude with a deep tan that attested to many hours spent on the beach. His hair was long and dark; his brown eyes were piercing. He broke into a wide handsome smile.
"Well, Mona, long time no see, lady. How are things?"
"Just fine, Gil," replied Mona. "And it hasn't been all that long. Don't you remember the good time you gave me last Saturday after you closed down?"
"Oh, yeah," laughed the DJ, and it was obvious that he had only pretended to forget. His eyes roamed up and down Mona's shapely figure. "Of course, I remember. There aren't too many chicks who know how to take care of a dude the way you do." His eyes shifted to Cheryl. "And who is your lovely companion?"
"This is Cheryl, my best friend. She came here with me last week, but she had to leave early."
"Glad to meet you, Cheryl," said Gil. "Excuse me, girls, while I change records. I'll play a whole album side next. That should keep me free for at least twenty minutes to visit with you fine foxy-things."
A song was coming to an end. Gil turned back to his equipment. As the final notes of music faded, he flicked a switch and began talking in a fast smooth style to the patrons out on the dance floor.
While the handsome young DJ spoke, Cheryl could not help but gaze at his fine stud form. Thinking about being fucked by him only excited her more. She sensed that he had been turned on by her, too. But Cheryl would just have to see what would happen. Obviously, Gil and Mona had their own thing going, and Cheryl did not want to put herself in the position of stealing Mona's stud.
Still, the tingle in Cheryl's clit and the moistness in her panties would not go away as she thought about the handsome stud.
Gil finished speaking into the microphone. He placed the record needle at the beginning of a new album. A sensual, slowly building instrumental, filled the club. People began dancing. Gil turned in his swivel chair to face his guests. There was a smile of anticipation and pleasure on his handsome face.
"Well girls, why don't we lock the door and party down?" he suggested.
Mona threw the lock on the control room door. The three of them chatted briefly about this and that-how crowded and popular The Playroom was, some of the new songs on the disco charts. But before long Cheryl found herself drifting away from the conversation. The dance number which Gil was playing over the sound system consisted of a subtle, yet hypnotic rhythm which somehow seemed to seduce Cheryl's attention away from Gil and Mona. Time ceased to have any meaning for her as she lost herself in the seductive music.
She turned from Gil and Mona and gazed through the glass of the control room at the busy crowded dance floor. The people on the dance floor were having too good a time to pay attention to someone watching them. Cheryl watched the writhing bodies. Some of the young men danced almost obscenely, thrusting their crotches at the flaunting asses of good-looking girls who wiggled their tits and smiled seductively.
Cheryl was leaning against the console as she watched the scene below. The edge of the cabinet was pressed between her legs, pushing through the material of her sheer dress and causing the material to rub against her pussy. Her mind was a tangle of sexual fantasies as she watched the wild dancers-go on, turn each other on, you beautiful studs and foxes. Let me watch you tease and arouse each other.
The music increased in tempo. Suddenly, movement at one of the tables alongside the dance floor caught Cheryl's eye. She peered intently and gasped at the sight. The scene was almost concealed from her by the table where a young couple sat, but she saw enough. A girl in a sexy chiffon had unzipped her date's pants. Her hand was a white flash in the strobe lights. She was masturbating him-her hand jerking up and down in fast but steady strokes-while they watched the sexy dancers on the floor. Cheryl looked closer and saw that the man had his hand up the girl's dress, between her legs. The girl was bouncing her ass up and down on her chair.
Then something else caught Cheryl's eye. She shifted her gaze. This time, she saw two shadows, barely discernible in the gloom of a far corner of the dance floor. Cheryl was too startled to even gasp when she realized, from their movements, what the couple was doing.
The man was fully clothed but had obviously unzipped his fly. He had his back to Cheryl. The girl had her back to the dark wall. Her skirt was up around her waist. Her long-stemmed legs were wrapped around the guy's ankles. Her hands were clawing at his back with wild abandon. And Cheryl could see why. The man was fucking her! He had his foxy bitch pinned to the wall, and he was ramming his thick meat in and out of her dripping cunt. He was jack-hammering her against the wall with powerful blows. Her mouth was open and wet. She was begging him to give her more!
Standing there in the control room, Cheryl had lost all sense of time. She was hypnotized almost to the point of orgasm by what she was seeing. Suddenly, though, she heard movement behind her on the floor. She turned.
"Oh, my goodness..."
She must have been gazing through the window even longer than she thought. It had certainly been long enough for Gil and Mona to have stripped and already gotten a good deal into one hell of a hot fuck session!
Mona was stretched out on her back on the lush carpet of the control room. Her clothes were scattered all about her. Her shapely legs were spread wide and Gil was busy between them, his ass pumping.
Gil had his hands cupped around Mona's firm ass. Mona's legs were locked around Gil's back. Her black hair was a wild tangle across the carpet as her head rocked back and forth. Little bird-like gasps emitted from her twisting mouth as the DJ fucked her.
"That's right, you beautiful stud!" she was whimpering. "Give me your cock, baby! Jeezus, you're the stud fucker of all time, baby! That's it ... oooohh, mmmmmm, ohhhh!"
It was unlike any sight Cheryl had ever seen. She stared, transfixed. Two beautiful people making love before her eyes! It was so exciting! Cheryl cupped her own tits and squeezed her nipples while she watched.
Gil was an incredibly constructed stud. His prick was of superman proportions-and he knew how to use it! Cheryl could see it plainly as the long, pipe-hard slab of cock pumped in and out of Mona's wet sucking pussy. Gil's cock glistened brightly with Mona's dripping juices. The stud's big prick was slamming all the way into her. He would pull it practically all the way out except for the cockhead, then in again, over and over, faster and faster.
Suddenly, something made Mona open her eyes. She looked over Gil's naked shoulder and saw Cheryl. She watched Cheryl playing with her own tits.
"Come here, Cheryl," invited Mona, softly. "Let me do something nice for you while Gil fuck me."
Cheryl was not surprised by her friend's words. She had never thought about whether or not Mona was bisexual, but then she had never thought of herself as bi, either. Until her daughter had proven it to her! Now, she was beyond surprise. She was beyond anything except the lust which burned away between her legs, fed by the erotic sight before her and the pounding rhythms of the disco beat, that seemed to make the very walls shudder around her.
Cheryl stepped toward the two lovers. Gil knew she was there but he was too busy to stop. As he fucked Mona, he lowered his face to Mona's tits. He began sucking both nipples loudly and wetly as he continued to fuck the twisting wench, squeezing and scratching her round, bouncing ass.
Cheryl came to a stop beside the upper part of Mona's writhing body. She lowered herself to the floor. Her knees were parted; the hem of her dress was riding up about midway on her smooth, nylon-sheathed legs. She kneeled there, resting back on her haunches. She looked into Mona's excited eyes. Cheryl felt her mouth start to water as she glanced farther down and saw Gil's mouth circling the erect, spit-covered nipples of Mona's titties.
As Gil continued to fuck her, Mona reached toward Cheryl with her right hand. Her fingertips touched one of Cheryl's warm, rounded knees. The tanned girl-flesh seemed to quiver excitedly beneath her touch. Mona began rubbing her fingers in small circles across the warm nylon, tracing a slow course higher and higher up Cheryl's thigh.
For a moment, Cheryl could only gaze down at the other woman's hand as the fingers caressed her leg. Not only was she about to be satisfied by another woman, but the other woman was her best friend! And it was obvious that Mona knew how to turn another girl on! Cheryl wondered excitedly how long Mona had been secretly lusting for her.
Cheryl gave in completely to the lesbian desires which coursed through her. She reached down and touched Mona's searching hand, guiding the fingers higher up her thigh, beneath her dress, toward her dripping cunt.
"Mona, please..." gasped Cheryl. "Touch me there. You know where I want to feel your fingers. Touch me where I need it the most, baby!"
Between the girls, Gil groaned with sexual hunger as he heard the words. He reached around and twisted Mona onto her side so that she could reach her hand up farther beneath Cheryl's dress. But Gil didn't stop ramming his powerful cock in and out of Mona's cunt. He gripped her more tightly than before, drawing her sweaty, yet perfumed, body up against his. He ran his palms madly up and down the length of Mona's pliant, aroused form as he fucked her.
"Christ! I love it when bitches talk to each other like that," he gasped. "Tell me what you're going to do to her, baby!"
Mona loved sex talk as much as Gil. As her body rocked beneath his thrusting blows, her hard-nippled titties jiggling madly, like mounds of jello, she ran her fingers to within an inch of Cheryl's panty line.
"I-I'm going to finger Cheryl's twat, darling!" cried Mona. "I want to give her a cum like no man could. I want to feel my fingers dripping with her sweet cunt juices while you cream into my hot pussy!"
Gil almost shot his load at the lewd words, but he held off and kept fucking. He want to stay hard, long enough for a chance to screw Cheryl when he was finished with Mona. Gil always enjoyed threesomes.
Mona's fingertips finally encountered the elastic band of Cheryl's see-through panties. Cheryl spread her legs further, she leaned back, supporting herself with her arms, offering the treasure of her pussy to her friend.
Gil's cock was hard as a lead pipe. It was plowing in and out of Mona's dripping fuck hole, and he showed no signs of slowing down. The beat of the disco music was a hard, propelling force. The control room of the disco was heavy with the scent of aroused pussy and the screams and moans of these two excited naked bitches in heat.
"Th-that's it," whimpered Cheryl as Mona's fingers slid beneath her panties. "Make me feel good, Mona. Oh, please! I need it soooo bad!"
Mona was bouncing up and down madly on Gil's rampaging cock, but her fingers were still gentle.
Her fingertips slid up and down the moist slit of her friend's cunt. The outer lips of Cheryl's pussy seemed to part of their own free will. Cheryl's hard little clit peeked out from the folds of warm wet flesh. Mona used two of her fingers and began rubbing Cheryl's clit in little circles. The curly hair of Cheryl's soft cunt mound rubbed Mona's fingers in return. Then, Mona started slipping the two fingers in and out of her hot cunt. Soon, she was finger-fucking Cheryl full-force.
There was a wet slurpy sound from beneath Cheryl's panties as Mona jammed her stiff fingers in and out of her cunt. Cheryl was shivering with desire. Her eyes were closed; her face was flushed; her lips were trembling; her hips moved up and down in time to her girlfriend's skilled finger-fucking. The dress was riding up over Cheryl's nyloned thighs. The soft material, rubbing her aroused flesh, only excited her more. Her hot moans became grunts and groans of primal lust as the stroking fingers brought her closer and closer to orgasm.
"Ohh, Mona, darling!" she cried blindly. "I-I'm there! I'm cummiiinnng!"
Cheryl's world seemed to explode with orgasmic fury. She almost fell over onto her side as Mona's jamming fingers made her cum.
Causing her friend to cum was all it took to give Mona an explosive orgasm. Mona had always enjoyed lesbian love as much as being fucked by studs, and she had always lusted after Cheryl's body in her most secret sexual fantasies. Now, the combination of driving her slick fingers in and out of her friend's cunt and the added pleasure of having Gil ramming her own pussy full of hot prick while he sucked her tits, combined to push her over the sexual edge.
"Bite me, baby," she begged Gil. "Oooooh. I'm there, you hot stud fucker!"
Gil did as he was told. His mouth closed over one of Mona's bouncing titties. He nibbled and sucked the tortured nipple. And all the while Mona's writhing body exploded beneath him with the release of her lust.
The two girls quivered and gasped and whimpered. But Gil just kep on ramming his giant dick in and out of Mona's humid fuck hole, until she was satisfied.
The moment that Mona's cum was over, Gil pushed himself up on his elbows and disengaged his cock from Mona's sucking depths. He rolled off of Mona and fell down on Cheryl. He bunched her dress up around her hips. The, he reached down and yanked the soaked panties away from her body. Cheryl looked down. Gil's huge cock was still fully erect.
"Now it's your turn, you sweet fucking bitch," gasped Gil. "I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you."
He fell between her legs and pushed his cock up her fuck hole. Cheryl's cunt was still moist and slick. Gil's cock slid in without effort, all the way to the hilt. His balls bounced against her cum-slick ass.
Mona reached over and began feeling Cheryl's tits with both her hands, through the material of Cheryl's dress.
"Give it to her, Gil," urged Mona.
Gil lifted Cheryl's legs and rested them over his shoulders. He was crouching on his knees, to give his mighty fuck-thrusts even more power. He hammered into the willing wench beneath him. The sound of his cock reaming in and out of Cheryl's dripping cunt made wet, slurpy sounds that the girls and the stud found exciting.
Cheryl reached down between her legs. Her slender fingers caressed Gil's big dick. She stroked him while he fucked her. Her fingernails teased his sensitive meat, scratching the underside of his tool and brushing his tight cum-filled balls.
All the while, Mona was holding and squeezing the soft mounds of Cheryl's jiggling tits beneath the material of her blouse. At the last moment, Mona guided a hand down Cheryl's body to between Cheryl's pumping legs. With one hand Mona continued to pinch and pull at the nipples through Cheryl's dress. With the other hand, Mona began rubbing Cheryl's hard clit, as Cheryl's cunthole was being fucked by Gil's rampaging slab of strong meat.
Gil reached down and began fingering Cheryl's ass. That was all Cheryl could take. The wild combination of being fucked while her ass-hole was being reamed, while at the same time another girl played with her titties and her clit, finally brought Cheryl to that ultimate moment of ecstasy.
"Oooooooh, ohhhh!" she squealed happily. "Oh, you lovely people ... you're making me cum ... ohhhh, my god!"
"I'm there, too, baby!" grunted Gil.
Just as an entire series of orgasms began tossing Cheryl all about on the floor, Gil blasted a triple-sized load of scalding spurting cum deep into the hot tight confines of her quivering cunt. At the same time, Mona squeezed and rubbed harder at Cheryl's tits and clit.
For what seemed like hours, the three bodies twisted and squirmed and moaned on the carpeted floor of the control room, all to the slam-bang ending of the blaring album which had also reached a thundering crescendo.
Finally, as the two foxy girls stretched out on the floor to regain their breath, with happily fucked smiles on their faces, Gil stepped up and switched a new album onto the turntable. The action out on the dance floor and in the shadows of the disco was hotter than ever. The patrons weren't even aware of what had transpired a few feet away.
Cheryl observed Gil's naked body, with warm admiration, through glazed eyes. She would no longer fight the sexual urges which coursed through her. She was a slave to Saturday Night Fever-and she loved it!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jerry Desmond strolled down the hallway of the house. He had been doing his homework in the living room, sitting in front of the TV, which was tuned in to a western movie. In truth, he had to admit that he was watching more cowboys and Indians than he was doing math. His mom would never have allowed it, had she been home. But she was out with one of her friends tonight, dancing at the disco, just as she had last Saturday night. So Jerry was his own boss tonight, but at present, even the little homework he was managing to do had been interrupted. He had broken the lead in his pencil, and at the moment, he was on his way to borrow a sharpener from his sister.
Without knocking, Jerry opened the door to the bedroom which he and Susan shared, a cheerful smile on his lips. He spoke before he was all the way in.
"Hey, Sis," he started. "Do you know where that little sharpener is? I can't seem to find it anywhere..."
That was as far as the fourteen-year-old boy got. The smile disappeared from his face. The sight that met his eyes held him in his tracks.
Little thirteen-year-old Susan lay stretched out on her bed. The child was masturbating. The scent of her horny young cunt filled the room. She was wearing a baby doll nightie of filmy pink cotton, which ended just above her panties-only she wasn't wearing the panties, now. They were in a tangled ball on the floor alongside the bed. They looked damp.
With one hand, Susan was reaching beneath the bottom of her nightie. She was playing with her titties. Jerry could see the outline of her hand, moving across the mound of one jiggling tit and then the other. With her other hand, the little girl was plunging in and out of her dripping twat. Even from where Jerry stood, he could see that the fingers of her jerk-off hand were already wet and slick with her juices.
An open paperback book, a porno novel, was on the bed beside her twisting body, but she wasn't paying attention to the book, now. Her eyes were shut, her breath came in gasping moans, her hips were rotating, rising and falling in time to the finger which diddled her shiny pink clit. She was fantasizing that she was the girl in the scene which had been so vividly depicted in the book. She pretended that she was being fucked by two well-hung studs while she ate another girl's pussy.
"Ohhhhhh..." she was moaning softly. "Mmmmmmmmmmm ... that's soooooooo nice ... mmmmmmm..."
Jerry couldn't help gasping. His foxy sister looked so beautiful.
"Christ, Suzie!" he said. "Can I do it to you?"
The little girl's eyes blinked open. She stared at him from between her raised knees. She saw the throbbing of his cock as it reacted to the sight.
"Yes," she replied. She stopped masturbating and held out her arms to him. "I thought you were studying. I ... I didn't want to disturb you."
Jerry quickly shucked off his clothes. His healthy prick sprang to attention as soon as it passed the band of his tight underwear.
"Are you kidding?" he laughed. "We haven't had a chance to get it on since we had that talk with Mom. I've been trying to keep my mind off of fucking you, all night!"
Susan's moist lips parted in a lovely smile.
"So, let's stop talking and start screwing," she said. "Come on, Jerry. Give it to me good!"
Jerry climbed onto the bed with his partially nude sister. Susan spread her legs for him even farther apart than they had been. Jerry's arms went around the warm smoothness of her body. He began running his palm along the whiteness of one of her thighs.
"Mmmmmm, that's it, brother," Susan sighed. "You sure know how to touch a woman!"
Jerry's fingers moved higher and touched her already turned-on pussy. The boy slipped his middle finger between her soft cunt lips. His finger slid easily into the little girl's aroused fuck-hole. Jerry began sliding the finger in and out in a slow rhythm. The beautiful child's pussy grew wetter and wetter.
"Do you like this, Susan?" Jerry whispered hotly into his sister's ear.
"Yes, baby," she responded. "Yes ... but do the other thing, too ... with my ass."
"You mean ... this?"
Knowing what was coming, Susan arched her hips off the bed. As she lifted her firm buttocks, Jerry allowed his hand to slide farther down between her legs. When his searching middle finger found the crack of her ass, he began shoving it inside. Soon, the boy's middle finger was up her shit-chute to the first knuckle.
The sensation of getting her ass-hole reamed by her brother's finger sent new electrical shivers racing through Sue's sensuous body. To show her brother how much she enjoyed it, she reached down and began stroking Jerry's throbbing prick. She stroked it lightly, while rubbing her nude body against his. Her slender fingers slid up and down the length of his erect cock. Occasionally, she would twitch one of her fingernails back and forth across the underside of the head. Every time she did this, Jerry's hips would jerk convulsively. A horny moan escaped from deep in his throat.
His sister was so fine. She was the hottest piece of ass the boy had ever known. And she was all his! Damn, it would be good getting inside her box again!
For nearly five minutes, the two naked children played with each other. Jerry fingered his sister's tight ass-hole and grazed his fingers across her cunt. The pink lips of her cunt were sparkling with drops of pussy juice. Susan reached the point where she couldn't stand another second of being teased.
"Please, Jerry," she whimpered as he continued to finger her. "My pussy is all wet. I can't wait. I need it now, my brother. Fuck your horny sister. Fuck me all night! Please, baby ... be good to me!"
That was okay with Jerry. He was tired of finger fuck games, anyway. He propped himself up on his knees, between her legs. He helped her slide the filmy top of the nightie up over her head, dropping it carelessly onto the floor beside her wet panties.
Susan's warm eyes roamed down the length of Jerry's lean body as her brother paused between her spread legs. The little girl's eyes were hot with desire. They drank in his nakedness, hungrily. Susan's mouth opened and a snake-like tongue darted out to moisten her lips. She groaned loudly when her eyes came to his totally erect fuck muscle, arching out from the rest of his body like an incredible lance upon which she could impale herself.
As for Jerry, the sight of this wild young bitch who lay stretched out before him, inviting him to fuck her, was almost enough to make him shoot his load all over that flat smooth belly of hers.
The nipples topping her small girlish boobs were Hard and standing at attention. Jerry lowered his gaze from them to the soft triangle of her wispy pussy hair. He suddenly had the urge to bury his face in that fragrant forest, to eat his sister instead of fucking her. But he decided against a lick-job this time. This time, he wanted to shoot his load right up into her!
He slid down beside her again. Her arms went around him. She thrust her naked little body against his as her fingernails raked at his back. They kissed hotly, their hard tongues spearing into each other's mouths and dueling in frenzied abandon.
Jerry slid his hand back down to her cunt. Susan pulled her mouth from his and gasped as his middle finger again stroked her pussy. Her erect little clitoris throbbed wildly with need.
"Oh, baby! I thought you were going to fuck me! That's what I want!"
"Hold on, Sis," Jerry said. "We're almost there. I just want to make sure you're hot."
"Mmmmmmm ... oooooh, Jerry, I'm dying for it!" the girl cried.
Susan spread her shapely legs apart as far as she could. Her hips were moving up and down, as if trying to capture his middle finger. At long last, he slipped the demon finger just barely into her cunt. The sudden contact with the walls of her pussy drove Susan crazy. She reached out, groping blindly for her brother's erect cock.
In her heat, she began masturbating Jerry again. She jerked his prick with a piston-like movement. Jerry pulled her hand away just in time. He had felt his balls begin to tighten, had almost shot his wad all over her little fist. That would've been a real waste!
Susan's body was squirming and twisting as if fed by an electrical current. She arched her back, pushing her jiggling tits up into his face. Jerry buried his face between them. He kissed and nibbled her tits feverishly. They were salty with the little girl's fragrant perspiration. He licked the beads of sweat from her smooth skin.
"Okay, Sis," he breathed. "You wanted a good fucking and now, you're going to get it."
With the knob of his gigantic cock brushing against her fuck-hole, he moved his mouth and encircled one of her hard nipples with his lips. He gobbled the nipple loudly, then the other. He pulled the pointed rock-hard nipples deep into his mouth, sucking and tonguing them.
While he busied himself with her titties, Susan reached down for his cock. She worked Jerry's cock in an up-and-down movement.
Both of them were now far beyond anything, save primal driving lust. The blood pounded through their veins as Susan pumped his cock harder and harder against her aching clit.
With sudden swiftness, Jerry jammed his hips forward and sunk into the little girl's tight wet cunt, to the hilt.
"Ohhhh!" Susan gasped. "You're so big, Jerry. Make it good for me, baby. Please ... fuck me good! Ohhhhh ... mmmmmm..."
Her older brother smiled to himself, confidently. He pulled his cock out as suddenly as he had shoved it into her.
Susan groaned in fear that he would stop fucking her. Then, she sighed with ecstasy, once again, as she realized that he was finally through with teasing, that he was just setting a pace.
The little girl's sleek, slim hips were moving in rhythm to Jerry's as her brother fucked her with slow, long, even strokes. Each thrust went in a little deeper than the one before, until she could feel his cum-filled balls slapping urgently against the cheeks of her ass, in time to their sensuous fucking.
Bit by bit, Jerry increased his rhythm. Faster and faster their slippery, sweat-slick bodies pounded at each other. The bed rocked beneath them, the springs creaked, the walls reverberated with Susan and Jerry's moans and gasps of pleasure as they fucked.
The room was filled with the sound of a hard prick fucking the wet cunt of a girl ready to explode with orgasm. Susan's clenched fists hammered blindly at her brother's back as Jerry pounded deeper and deeper into her.
Neither of them saw their father as he stepped into the bedroom.
Bill Desmond had at first thought that no one was at home. Possibly, his wife had taken the kids out to a show. He had been disappointed, after having driven so far. But then, as he stood in the living room, trying to decide what to do next, he had heard sounds coming from the kids' bedroom. At first, they had sounded like the groans of someone in pain, and he had been concerned. But the closer he got to the open bedroom door, the more he realized that if they were moans of pain, they were certainly moans of sweet sexual pain!
He stood, spellbound. He was almost in shock. He couldn't take his eyes away from the wild, lewd sight on the rumpled bed before him. His own son and daughter! My god! he thought. Look at them! Look at what they're doing!
They were totally oblivious to their father's presence in the doorway. Smooth white feminine skin arched up to meet the powerful thrusts of Jerry's lean body. Jerry was holding Susan's firm round ass. He palmed it so hard that the lovely flesh actually oozed out between his fingers. The muscles of his ass were flexing as he drove thrust after thrust at her cunt. The little girl's legs were wrapped around him. Her wispy blonde hair was a golden tangle on the sheets of the bed.
Bill Desmond could smell the strong scent of his daughter's excited pussy. Suddenly, he realized that it was doing something to him. His daughter's cunt smelled so good, even from across the room, it was exciting him! As was the sight of the two healthy naked bodies madly fucking, only feet away from him.
And still they didn't know that he was watching them! They were fucking faster than ever now. He couldn't stop watching his children fucking. Without conscious awareness, his hand dropped to the front of his pants. He began to rub his cock as he watched the wild, noisy balling.
"Jerry!" moaned Susan. "My titties, baby ... suck them some more! Bite them! Hurt them!"
Jerry was swinging his hips around in small lashing circles as he continued to pummel his sister's sweet cunt. Not losing his pace, he inched up a few notches. He took one of Susan's tits roughly into his mouth and sucked the whole thing, up. He nibbled and tongued it while he sucked.
Susan's head whipped wildly back and forth on the bed. Her slim body twisted and squirmed-beneath him, going crazy with the need to cum.
"How's that, Sis?" Jerry asked as he switched his attention to her other hard-nippled tit.
"Oh, yes!" his wild sister gasped. "I love it, Jerry ... but turn me over. I want to top-ride you! Let me bounce up and down on that big beautiful cock!"
Their bodies and movements were perfectly tuned. Jerry braced one hand against her curved back. With the other, he held tightly onto her ass, his fingers brushing against the hot rim of her shit-hole. Then he spun her around. Now, Jerry was on his back, a hand on each of Susan's hips. The foxy woman-child straddled her stud brother. She sat up proudly. Her soft blonde hair was an unruly golden crown around her flushed face. Her firm titties arched out, the nipples hard and wet from Jerry's sucking.
Jerry's cock was still firmly planted in her moist cunt. Using her knees on the bed for support, Susan lifted herself, slowly. She loved the sensation of her brother's cock slowly sliding out from her pussy. She allowed herself to drop back down onto it. Both children groaned with the wonderful sensation. Susan lifted herself again. Her sensitive fingers reached down and felt her brother's fuck-pillar. The little girl was setting the rhythm to meet her own horny needs. Soon, she was bouncing up and down on her brother's stiff cock. The bed began to rock and squeak beneath their humping bodies.
Their father was still rubbing his cock through the material of his pants. He couldn't help himself, his cock was hard and ready to shoot a load of burning jizz. All he could think of was his daughter's lovely body. He couldn't take his eyes off her as she bounced up and down on Jerry's hard cock.
Silently, Bill slid his zipper down. He reached into his pants and pulled out his erect cock. He began stroking it as he watched.
Why haven't I ever noticed before how foxy my daughter is? he wondered. This must be the way Cheryl was when she was a little girl-so sweet, yet so sensual! God help me, I'm out of control! But I can't help it, I want to fuck my daughter!
The father masturbated as he watched his beautiful daughter ride the hard prick that was sliding faster and faster in and out of her warm pussy-hole. His mind was a fevered hell of sexual fantasies. His palm was moist with the smeared drops of pre-cum that oozed from his cock. He imagined that his tight jerking fist was his daughter's pussy. He watched Jerry's hard cock pump in and out of Susan.
Susan reached up and fondled her tits. Her head was thrown back, her eyes were shut as she squeezed her tits and mashed them to her chest. Her blonde hair hung loose and swayed as she bounced up and down on her brother's cock.
The three of them were rapidly approaching orgasm. Bill was stroking his prick in perfect time to the rhythm at which Jerry was fucking Susan. Bill wanted to make himself cum at the exact moment that Jerry and Susan peaked.
Susan continued to play with one titty with one hand. She slid the other hand slowly down the length of her smooth white body, grazing her flat belly as it rose and fell in time to Jerry's strokes. Susan's fingertips slid through the tight blonde curls of her pubic hair. Her longest finger parted the sensitive folds of flesh just above Jerry's fucking cock. Susan's fingertips touched her clit. It was excited and needed attention. The blonde teenager rubbed her clit as she rode her brother's cock.
Jerry had a tight hold on his sister's hips. His ass bounced on the bed as he slammed his cock in and out of her cunt. The tangy scent of her fresh pussy tantalized his nostrils. The sight of her playing with her tit and clit while she leaned backward almost excited him to the point of orgasm. But he bit his lip and kept himself from cumming. His hard cock continued to plunge into her.
Susan opened her eyes. She had often masturbated in front of a full length mirror. The sight of her own body excited her. Now, she wanted to look down at herself while she acted so lewdly. She wanted to watch herself rubbing her clit while being fucked by her older brother. It was so wicked, so exciting!
The girl found herself looking directly at her father!
He was standing in the doorway, masturbating while he watched the two of them. Susan didn't know which to look at-the look of naked lust in her father's staring eyes, or the hugeness of his cock as he played with himself.
"Daddy..." was all she could say.
Jerry, too, saw his father. He stopped in the middle of an upstroke.
"Oh, jesus!" he said.
But Susan knew how to handle it. After they had all held their positions for a few seconds, staring at each other in silence, the blonde reached out an arm to her father. Her fingers were beckoning. Her eyes and voice were soft and enticing.
"Come here, Daddy," she said. "Let me fuck you with my mouth."
Bill almost came at the sound of those words from her lovely angelic mouth. But then, he realized that he could have it so much better, he coulc cum inside that lovely mouth. It didn't matter to Bill, at that moment, that this was his daughter. She was a beckoning tease, offering to suck him. She looked at him and licked her lips so that they glistened. He couldn't take his eyes away from that mouth. He stopped stroking himself and approached his beautiful daughter. His ramrod-straight cock seemed to point the way.
"Well, all right!" said Jerry, and he went back to bouncing his sister up and down on his stiff prick.
Susan suddenly realized that she had always had the hots for her father. She had just never admitted it to herself before. With one hand, she continued to rub her clit, while she rocked back and forth on Jerry. Her other hand was still extended. As her father stepped next to the bed, the tips of Susan's fingers made their first contact with her father's aroused cock.
Bill moaned at the touch of his daughter's soft fingers on his prick. As Jerry continued to fuck her-would the boy never let up?-Susan leaned forward, drawing Bill's cock closer to her mouth. She brushed her long hair away from her face, over her shoulder. She parted her lips. She took his cock into her mouth.
"Ohhhhh, sweet fucking jesus!" moaned Bill.
His cock slid deep into the blonde girl's sucking mouth. The head of his cock traveled across the roof of her moist warm mouth, then back and down into her throat. She began bobbing her head back and forth. Her cheeks were hollowed out from her sucking.
Bill ran his fingers through her blonde hair. His hips slammed back and forth. He pumped his hard cock in and out of his daughter's mouth. She moaned and continued to stroke herself. With her free hand, she reached up and teased his flesh with her fingernails as his cock slid in and out of her.
Jerry was the first to feel himself losing control.
"Ohhhhhh, Sis ... Dad!" he screamed. "I'm t-there ... I'm shooting my load!"
His body quaked .beneath Susan. He arched his back. His balls erupted their boiling load. His cock seemed to expand between the walls of her cunt. He could feel his prick bucking as it spasmed a hot load of jizz deep into her cunt.
Bill was using his strong hands to guide Susan's head back and forth on his dick.
"Mmmmmm, you sweet sucker," cried Bill.
He could wait no longer. He blasted his full load of cum into his daughter's mouth. The sweet sucking had been too much! His prick wouldn't stop firing the jizz into her. He was loading her up faster than she could swallow. Gobs of fresh cum were drooling out from the corners of her mouth and dropping in long shiny streams to her tits.
The combination of her brother emptying his load in her cunt and her father filling her mouth with his wonderful salty cum was all it took to bring on a whole series of orgasms to little Susan. Her firm little ass continued to bounce. Her head bobbed as she continued to suck. But now, she, too, was climaxing. She whimpered and moaned with pleasure, shivered and trembled with release.
At last, they all tumbled into a heap of tangled arms and legs on the bed, happily exhausted and out of breath.
That was when they all noticed that Cheryl was standing in the bedroom doorway, right where Bill had stood earlier, watching the action.
Susan and Jerry's mom was leaning against the door jamb with her arms folded. They had no idea how long she had been watching them, but it must have been awhile. Cheryl hadn't joined the action or tried turning herself on, though. That much was obvious, thought Bill. But she didn't look uptight, either. In fact, Bill's foxy wife had that intangible air about her, of having just had a soulful fuck of her own!
Bill wasn't sure how to react to that. But at the moment, he was just damn glad that Cheryl wasn't blowing a gasket at what she saw. He was so glad that he couldn't help smiling.
"Hi, baby," he said. "Welcome home. Guess you caught us indulating in some no-no's, eh?"
"Not at all," said Cheryl, and Bill could read her well enough to know that she was sincere. "I always enjoy watching a good show. Welcome to our new way of life!"
CHAPTER NINE
The Desmond family was having a family conference, but in a most unusual setting. They were not in the living room of their home. They were in a room which Bill Desmond had rented for the night, in a motel on the outskirts of Denver.
The two children were sitting on the wide bed. Jerry and Susan were listening attentively as their parents spoke. Bill and Cheryl sat in two armchairs, facing their children.
"A lot of people wouldn't understand the way we see things, children," added Cheryl. "Even a girl like the one who will be coming here, tonight. We'll mention a few things to her, first, and see how she responds."
"Don't worry, Mom," Susan said. "Jerry and I will be as quiet as can be."
"Susan and I just want to tell you guys how neat we think you are for seeing things the way you do," said Jerry. "You two are really beautiful, Mom and Dad."
"Yes," agreed Susan. "Jerry and I think we really know you better than most kids know their parents. We can understand so many things about you."
Cheryl opened her mouth to say something, but at that moment there was a knock at the door. Bill got to his feet.
"Okay, kids," he said. "You know how we decided to do this. You two go into the other bedroom. You can watch, turn yourselves on, do anything you want to each other. It will excite your mother and me to think about you while we have sex with this girl. But don't come out until I let you know it's okay."
The fourteen and thirteen-year-olds nodded their heads. They hurriedly left the room. Cheryl rose to her feet. She was aware that her pussy was wet as she turned to face the door as Bill opened it.
The girl was beautiful. She appeared to be about twenty-two, she was slim and on the shortish side, her skin was smooth. She was wearing a pair of pants that accentuated the lovely curves of her legs and the high firmness of her ass. Her tits were big and firm. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples poked through the material.
"Well, hello," grinned Bill as he stepped aside and held the door open for her. "Come right in."
"Hi, my name is Sybil," said the girl, once she was inside and had set down her purse. She glanced from Bill to Cheryl. She was checking them out as closely as they were gazing at her lovely body, and she seemed equally satisfied with them. "I'm sure glad you folks are good-looking," she added. "In this business, you get some real losers. Well, how would you like to start?"
Bill glanced at his wife. Cheryl seemed to be transfixed by the girl's lovely body. Cheryl's eyes moved from Sybil's ass up along her thighs to her proud tits.
"This is my wife, Cheryl," said Bill. "I think she'd like the same thing I would. Why don't you do a slow striptease for us and let us see what you've got?"
The lovely hooker was only too happy to oblige.
Bill sat down in the chair, very close to his wife. The girl stood between them and the bed. She looked right at Cheryl. Very slowly, she began unbuttoning her blouse.
With teasing slowness, she undid one button after another. She shrugged her slim shoulders and the blouse dropped to the floor. The softness of her tits was whiter than the rest of her. Her hard brown nipples were small, and seemed to beg for a good sucking.
Bill heard Cheryl draw in her breath sharply at the sight of the perfectly formed titties. Bill's cock was getting hard, looking at the beautiful seductress. But he could see that Cheryl was getting aroused, too. She had parted her legs slightly, her dress was falling away from her smooth nylon-sheathed legs.
The girl began unzipping and unbuttoning her slacks. As Cheryl watched with lust-glazed eyes. Bill reached over to the chair next to his own and placed a hand on his wife's beautifully rounded knee. He moved his hand up his wife's leg. They were both watching the chick, now. Sybil bent slightly at the waist. She began sliding her slacks and snow-white panties down over her ass.
"Ohhhh, she's beautiful!" murmured Cheryl to Bill. "Feel me while I watch her, baby."
The fingers of Bill's hand ran up his wife's thigh. He brushed the material of her panties. The crotch of her panties was dripping wet. Cheryl couldn't take her eyes away from the girl's lovely nakedness. She spread her legs farther. Bill began rubbing her harder through the wet panties. Cheryl twisted her hips in small movements, causing the soft cotton material to rub against her clit. The fingers between her legs rubbed faster. That, and the sight of the now naked girl, almost made her cum.
Sybil stood only inches away from Cheryl. While the couple watched, Sybil touched herself. She stroked her pussy for a moment, then guided both hands to her tits. She lifted and squeezed them, as if offering them. Standing naked before Cheryl and Bill, fondling herself like that, she was their willing sex slave.
"What would you like to do to me?" she asked them with a low, throaty whisper.
Bill stopped masturbating his wife.
"I want to see you make love to my wife," he said.
"Ohhh, yes, I'd love that," moaned Cheryl.
Bill removed his hand from between Cheryl's legs. The beautiful blonde woman rose shakily to her feet and stood next to Sybil. Cheryl's soft white fingers reached out and caressed the hooker. She ran her fingertips down along Sybil's rib cage. Cheryl's fingers wound their way through the tight kinky curls of Sybil's cunt-hair. Then, her fingers slid lower still. They touched the girl's cunt.
Sybil moaned softly as Cheryl fingered her erect little clit.
"Mmmmmmm, you turn me on, too, lady," said Sybil. "Why don't you lie down on the bed? I want to play with you."
Sybil reached down and removed Cheryl's exciting fingers from her pussy. She guided Cheryl onto the bed. Cheryl stretched out on her back. There was a lovely pink flush to her cheeks as she waited for the hooker to undress her.
Sybil sat on the bed beside Cheryl. At first, she caressed Cheryl, even though Cheryl was fully dressed. The girl ran her professional fingers over every inch of the excited woman, taking special care with Cheryl's big tits. Sybil played with them, squeezing them and pinching the hard nipples, until Cheryl was moaning.
"Ohhhh, please ... please, hurry!" gasped Cheryl.
Sybil obeyed, she began slowly stripping Cheryl. Sitting in his chair, Bill watched, fascinated. He was horny! He stroked his cock through his pants for a little while as he watched the one woman strip the other. When Cheryl was only wearing her damp panties, Bill quickly stripped off his clothes. His cock was fully erect. He sat back down in the chair, slumping slightly to see things at a better angle. His cock stood straight up from his groin. Bill licked his palm, then began to slowly stroke himself while he watched the action on the bed.
Bill masturbated as the girl rested on her knees and slowly peeled Cheryl's panties down the woman's legs. Then, Sybil turned slightly on the bed and reached into her purse. She withdrew a vibrator.
"Would you like it this way, or with my tongue?" asked Sybil.
Cheryl stared at the plastic instrument in the girl's hand and spread her legs wider. She was so excited, she could hardly speak.
"The vibrator," she begged. "I ... I've never had it that way. And ... could you talk dirty to me please, Sybil? Degrade me! Humiliate me! We ... we'll pay you well."
The girl nodded. Her finger flicked the switch of the vibrator, it made a low humming sound. Sybil lowered the end of the vibrator to Cheryl's throat. She moved it around slightly, knowing how the mad tingling would affect the woman. Then she began moving the vibrator down in slow, small circles, until she reached the valley between Cheryl's tits. She began circling the dildo around the hard nipples of Cheryl's titties.
"Do you like this, you horny bitch?" she asked in a low teasing voice.
"Mmmmmm ... y-yes!" moaned Cheryl.
Sybil moved the vibrating head across Cheryl's erect nipples. Cheryl began moaning and twisting on the bed. Sitting in his chair, watching it all, Bill continued to beat off.
"What's the matter, cunt?" asked the girl. "Don't you get enough stiff dick to satisfy you? Is that why you're begging a wench to make you cum?"
Cheryl trembled as she heard the wicked words. She reached down and touched Sybil's hand. As Cheryl continued to twist on the bed, to lift her hips in small rotating motions, she guided the hand with the dildo down, past her stomach.
"Y-yes, I need you to get me off soooo bad," she whimpered. "Please, don't make me wait any longer ... please!"
The vibrator moved closer and closer to Cheryl's pussy. With her other hand, Sybil squeezed and pulled at the nipple of one of Cheryl's tits. This caused Cheryl to moan even louder.
Then the vibrator was between Cheryl's legs!
"Ohhhhh, mmmmmm, yessssss!" screamed the writhing young wife. "Ohhhhhh, sweet fucking jesus, that's it, you bitch! Mmmmmmm, ohhh, lord. Oh, god!"
The humming plastic instrument parted the lips of Cheryl's dripping pussy. First, Sybil ran the vibrating tip ever so gently up and down the shiny protruding button of Cheryl's clit. The wild throbbing drove Cheryl wild. Her firm ass bounced up and down on the bed. Then, the pleasure was actually intensified. As she reached down with a straight arm and gently played the vibrator up, down and around the woman's clit, Sybil also leaned her face forward. She opened her mouth and sucked one of Cheryl's tits deep between her full lips.
With her other hand, Sybil continued to knead and play with Cheryl's other tit. But the big white tit in her mouth got most of the attention. Sybil flicked a long pink tongue around the erect nipple. She chewed lightly at the peaked titty tip with her flashing white teeth. And all the while, she kept up a strong sucking action, working the tit in and out of her mouth, until the entire area around the nipple was shiny and slick with her warm spit.
Cheryl Desmond was spinning in a wicked whirlpool of pagan lust. Sybil was tormenting her. One tit was being stroked, the other was being sucked, her cunt was being played with, and Cheryl was rubbing her ass in small circles on the bed, letting the bedspread tantalize her ass-hole with its exciting friction. She had never known that one woman could give another such total pleasure! As she was played with, Cheryl gasped and cried out. And all the time, she was looking at Bill.
Her husband was watching the chick torment his wife as he stroked his big hard cock. Just watching him do that while she was possessed by another woman, almost caused Cheryl to cum. It was all so forbidden and exciting!
In the next room, the two Desmond children were watching the action with wide, lustful eyes. They were peeking around the corner of the doorway, they had both stripped. Jerry stood directly behind his little sister, watching the action over her shoulder. Even from here, both children could detect the strong scent of their mother's aroused pussy.
Jerry was standing flush against Susan. His cock was buried between the cheeks of her ass. His dick was growing harder by the second, the hand pulsating against the hot hole of her shitter as he watched the girl in the next room ravage their mother on the wide bed.
Jerry's arms were around his sister, both of his hands busy with her small titties. He held each one and was squeezing them. The nipples seemed to burn his palms. Susan was breathing fast, almost moaning out loud. Of course, both children knew they had to be quiet, but Jerry knew that his sister was incredibly turned on. Susan couldn't take her eyes off the wicked scene of lesbian lovemaking. Her tiny body was torrid as it pressed back against her brother.
Jerry continued playing with one of her girlish tits. With the other hand, he began a path down his sister's trembling body. At last, his fingers curled their way through the soft wisps of her blonde pubic hair. Jerry was not surprised to find that his sister's cunt lips were beaded with juice. He slipped a middle finger into her pulsating pussy. He began finger fucking her, while she watched the scene in the next room.
Their mother was moaning loudly, now. She was bouncing and twisting as the girl sucked her tits even louder than before. Sybil was no longer simply teasing the mother's clit with the vibrator, she was shoving it in and out of Cheryl's pussy, full-force. She was hand-fucking Cheryl, twisting the cock-like piece of plastic at different angles with each stroke. The length of plastic was dripping with Cheryl's cum.
Suddenly, Susan seemed to become aware of her brother's hard dick pressing between the cheeks of her ass. She reached down and drew Jerry's finger from her cunt. Turning, the little girl went down on her knees before her brother. She pushed back some strands of her blonde hair. She took Jerry's huge cock in her gentle fingers and drew it forward. She parted her wet warm lips. Her brother's mighty slab of meat continued traveling toward her mouth.
Jerry reached down and ran his fingers through her hair. The little girl gobbled up every inch of his prick. He could feel the head sliding in all the way into her mouth and down her tight throat. She began tightening and working her throat muscles, bobbing her head back and forth.
Jerry fought to keep from groaning out loud. What a dynamite little sister I have! he thought ecstatically. He kept his eyes glued to the erotic scene of the two women on the bed. Then, he started fucking his sister's face with hard, mighty strokes.
In the next room, Bill Desmond masturbated while he watched the hooker bring his wife to an orgasm. Bill had to bite his lip as he stroked himself, watching the two women. Everything in him wanted to explode with an orgasm of his own, but he kept himself from cumming. He couldn't take his eyes away from Sybil's beautiful ass. He would be next to have his fun with her.
On the bed, Sybil was biting Cheryl's tit. She nibbled at the nipple, causing sweet pain. Her fingers were pinching and pulling at the woman's other nipple, and she was ramming the vibrator in and out of Cheryl's cunt, so that her hand and the dildo were only a blur. Cheryl was bouncing up and down, twisting her ass, hunching her body around the other woman's hand, which was so busy between her legs. Until, at last, the moment came.
"OOOHHHHH, I-I'M THERE!" screamed Cheryl at the top of her voice. "I-I'M CUMMMIIINNNG!"
The springs of the bed screamed their protest as the young mother quivered and shook with orgasmic fury. The juices from her cunt ran over Sybil's hand, down Cheryl's thighs and between the crack of her wild ass.
It seemed to take forever for the pleasure to finish coursing through her, but at last, a happy, relieved smile kissed the full lips of her flushed face.
"Mmmmmm, that was beautiful," she sighed.
Sybil continued to kiss and stroke Cheryl, more gently than before, until Cheryl's breathing returned to normal. Then the girl looked over at Bill with an inviting smile.
"Now it's your turn, mister," she said. "Come on over here and make me feel good with that big cock you've been playing with."
"Uh, there's just one thing," said Bill as he stood up and stepped over to the bed.
"Sure, what is it?" asked Sybil.
"We've got two more people we want to bring in on this," said Bill. "They're in the next room and they've been watching. Do you mind if they join us?"
The hooker shook her lovely head without a moment's hesitation.
"Not at all. The more the merrier!"
"There is one thing you should know, though," said Cheryl, who had finally gotten her breathing back to normal. "You see, the people are our children."
Again, the girl didn't hesitate.
"A family act, is that it?" she said. "Well, I've never made that scene before, but there should always be a first time for everything. Sure, show them in!" Then she stretched out a hand toward
Bill. "And come here and give me some fucking, you big stud. I like the way you're put together!"
As Bill climbed onto the bed with Sybil, Cheryl sat where Bill had been sitting. Now it was her turn to watch! She called to her children.
"Susan ... Jerry! It's all right. Come on out and join in the fun!"
In the doorway of the next room, Jerry reached down and slowly nudged his sister back. He gently pulled his hard prick from her sucking mouth. He hated to do it-she was so goddamn good at giving blowjobs! But he had a real yen to share that bitch with his father.
He helped Susan to her feet, and together the children stepped into the next room to join the adults. Sybil gasped happily when she saw the boy's erect cock.
"Well, I see that you take after your father!" she cooed. Then, to both of them, she said, "How would you like to take me?"
"I haven't been able to take my eyes off that ass of yours since you walked in the room," said Bill, climbing onto the bed.
Jerry joined them.
"And I'd just love to give it to your cunt," he said.
Sybil looked at Susan. There was no mistaking that the lovely child was every bit as horny as the two men.
"And how about you, little girl?" asked Sybil. "What would you like?"
"Would you please eat me, ma'am, while they fuck you?" asked the blonde girl.
Sybil reached over with both hands and ran them along the smooth white thighs of the teenaged girl. The child's flesh felt like warm satin beneath her fingers. Sybil parted the little girl's pussy lips. She brought her mouth to her fragrant wet cunt.
"I'd love to eat you, little girl," she said.
She began licking Susan's pussy while father and son positioned themselves in front and in back of her.
Bill ran his hands across the beautiful girl's smooth flesh. It felt as warm and vibrant as it had looked. The cheeks of her ass were firm, yet pliant. He worked them with his fingers. Then, he reached between her legs. Sybil had obviously gotten aroused from the things she had done to Cheryl. Bill slid his fingers briefly along the outer lips of the woman's pussy and his fingers came away coated with cunt juice.
Bill slid his hand back to the girl's ass. He parted her beautiful buttocks. He used the slickness of her juices to finger-fuck her tight warm ass-hole. Soon, he was sliding his middle three fingers in and out of the tight hole. It was slick and ready for fucking.
Sybil parted her lovely long legs. As Bill readied himself at her ass-hole, Jerry was holding his prick and guiding it toward her dripping cunt. Son and father began pushing forward at the same time!
Sybil moaned. She tongued the little girl faster as she felt the two cocks entering her fuck-holes from two directions. In another moment, both males had fully mounted her. She was the hot meat of a wild sex sandwich! They began humping her with the same steady rhythm that pushed her foxy body back and forth between them.
Sitting in the chair next to the bed, Cheryl watched the action. She felt herself growing hot all over again. She reached for the bed and picked up Sybil's vibrator. She slouched down in the chair, just as Bill had, and watched the wild fucking. She spread her legs as wide as they would go and played with her clit with the humming length of plastic. With her free hand, she caressed her hot tits.
Bill and Jerry were running their hands all over the smooth flesh of the horny hooker. Sybil was moaning wildly as two pairs of hands caressed and pulled at her full, bouncing tits. Her slim body bucked wildly back and forth between their humping bodies.
Bill's big prick sank to the hilt in Sybil's tight ass-hole. In another instant, he knew he would explode, filling her sucking anus with his full load of cum.
Jerry kissed the girl's throat. His cock slammed in and out of the beautiful wet depths of her cunt. He had never known a fuck like this. She was working muscles he never knew a woman had, and as he screwed her, she nibbled at his lower lip and murmured into his ear.
She was now fingering the little girl who stood beside the bed. Sybil's middle finger wiggled wildly at Susan's clit. Susan was trembling on her feet, whimpering loudly as she played with her own tits while she watched the two men fucking the girl, and her mother masturbating.
Cheryl felt her muscles tightening as she reamed the humming, dripping vibrator in and out of her cunt. Her mind was a wild tangle of thought.
Thank god I'm finally free! I finally know who Cheryl Desmond truly is. And I can go on being her-and enjoying her-for the rest of my life!
A moment later, the room was filled with the gasps and moans of five humping people, climaxing as if they were one.
