Ten or eleven years ago, when angry young men and women were picketing the halls of learning with signs reading "FUCK", the learned elders began talking about a sexual revolution as if it were something new. What bosh!
Among the young, there is always a sexual revolution, and it starts at puberty. But there is a difference between the modern kids and their predecessors.
Until about a decade ago, when the social and sexual revolution of the Sixties began, teenagers had to carry on their own particular revolt on the sly.
Now, teenagers, according to Carolyn Hunt, the author of this novel, have realized that they have been mistreated minority, given sexual powers by God, and having had them denied by adults. And they have realized something else-that they have a certain power of their own.
They have had a number of courageous, bullheaded leaders, kids who would rather die than see their rights as human taken away from them. They left home, they defied all authority, they popped up in the Haight-Ashbury district in San Francisco, in communes on the lip of the Grand Canyon, and in estates on Long Island. Anything to bug their elders, anything to demonstrate to their fathers and mothers and teachers that they had certain inalienable rights, and that among these was the enjoyment of sex.
But youth had certain allies among the adult community.
Many of these were women, approaching middle age, who could remember only too clearly what their lives had been, how they had been harried and picked at and denied the right to enjoy sex without guilt.
Frieda Haynes, the female protagonist of this Carolyn Hunt novel, is a splendid example of those sympathetic souls.
When she took young Joe Erwin in hand, it is true that she had her own sexual needs uppermost in mind. When the chips were down, however, and conflict with her teenage daughter began, Frieda showed that there was more than one way to solve a problem.
Her introduction of a fourth player in their little comedy of love and a more practical morality has been woven by Ms. Hunt into an amusing and touching tale of our times.
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CHAPTER ONE
The woman with the big boy's cock in her hand was happy. Her breasts were large and firm, the dark nipples bloated from her heat, and each time she pulled at the hard prick, they moved and shook. She was sitting cross-legged on her bed, and a breeze from the neighboring ocean drifted through the drapes, cooling her and the boy.
He had gotten over his first shock, and was now big with the realization that a gorgeous and totally naked woman was not only holding his stiff prick, but jerking him off with a delicate precision. Nothing remotely like this had ever happened to the boy before.
His name was Joe Erwin, he was sixteen, and, in spite of his prominence as a football hero at Seaside Union High School, he was afraid of girls. Not afraid of them, exactly. On the campus, in the classroom, at a party with others around, he could kid with the pretty chickies around his own age.
It was when you put him alone with a girl, a one-to-one situation, that he became stiff, awkward and shy. Later, he would curse himself for his cowardice, thinking of the softness of the girl's young breasts, the moist and inviting challenge of her red lips, the marvel of adult hair on the soft slit between the girl's thighs. And he would have the most ecstatic and erotic fantasies of him sticking nis dick into the girl. This would be of course, while he was jerking off, all alone in his room.
But now he knew that no girl had ever offered him what he really needed-a leader. He might as well admit it-if this nice new neighbor lady, who was so much like his mother, hadn't done all the preliminary talking and acting, he wouldn't be enjoying this remarkable experience right now.
He was sitting on his naked heels before the lady, whose name was Ms. Frieda Haynes, but who had insisted he call her Frieda.
"Because," she had said, "if we're going to be real close friends, like this," and she had held him against her big tits and felt his cock, "it'll be silly not to call me Frieda."
She had invited him over to help her move ome furniture. She seemed to know his mother, who worked hard as a waitress in the Redwood Room of the old Mission Hotel, Seaside's finest. "And don't worry about anybody," she had said. "Your mom's not due home until after five, and my daughter Ellen has a Phys Ed class in summer school that runs until four o'clock."
She had been so sure of herself, so jolly, so ready to hug him, to ask if he liked the girls.
When he stammered over this, she boldly reached out and squeezed his cock, which was getting hard in his jeans, and had said: "I'll bet the girls like this."
While she was talking, her thoughts racing wildly at the lascivious idea of seducing this boy, her mind suddenly glowed. I do believe he's a virgin! she said to herself, and her softly mature cunt, already throbbing with desire, seemed to grow hotter.
And he confirmed it in the next breath as he choked out: "I never had anything like this happen to me before!"
She held him and kissed him, knowing that, even if he did have an urge to resist, nature would betray him. And she was right.
"I want you to undress yourself and watch me while I get naked," she whispered to him, her right arm around his waist, her left hand now overtly but gently pumping at his cock. "I want you to see all of me, and I want to see all of you. Come on, now, Joe. Undress and keep your eyes on me."
He still wondered how he had been able to go through with it. He was tough and courageous, as many a linebacker found out to his sorrow, when the big Seaside fullback had crashed into him. But this had been easy, and Joe thought he knew why. The woman had wanted him, had known how to coax him into this position.
He saw the moving, warm beauty of Frieda's body, the movements of her breasts, the play of soft muscles in her arm as she so gently fondled him. And she had made him do things he's often tought of but had never done ... once he was naked, too, and on the bed.
She had hugged his head to her breasts, reaching with one adept hand to place a swollen nipple in his open mouth, and had whispered: "Suck it, my dear. Suck it hard!"
There was a rich, unbelievable sort of dairy smell around her smooth, heavy breasts, and he had sucked as if he intended, against all logic, to draw milk from the hardened nipple.
And, when she had arranged him in that kneeling position, where she could reach his dick to milk it with her soft, warm hand, she had used her free hand to guide his fingers. Right into her cunt! Crazy! He never knew how smooth and slick human flesh could be until now.
He'd heard of finger-fucking a million times, he guessed, and wondered why guys made such a big thing out of it. But now he knew. It was so warm and juicy in that super-smooth slit, and there seemed to be little muscles inside it that playfully squeezed his fingers.
"Golly, this is great, Ms. Haynes. I mean Frieda," he had said, his young face scarlet with blushes. "It feels so nice. And it smells just super!"
She had bent and lightly kissed the smooth red head of his cock, looking up at him from under her lashes.
"You're a darling," she said. "Only a real man with some stud blood in his veins, would love the smell of cunt at his very first chance. You did say that nothing like this ever happened to you before, didn't you?" She squeezed his hard organ lightly, and moved her body so that his fingers could go deeper into her warm and responsive channel.
"Well, ma'am, I guess I said it," he answered, blushing again. "But maybe I can, from now on. Now that you've showed me how nice it is.
Please, ma'am, can I lie down now? My legs are getting kind of shaky, I've been in this position so long."
She laughed and held him close. His mouth was near hers, and she kissed him, not surprised that he did not open his mouth for her tongue. But she drew away an inch or two and said: "Unless you want girls to laugh at you, you'll have to learn to French kiss. You know about it, don't you? When I kiss you, just open your mouth."
He had heard of it many times, and had thought it would be disgusting, eating a girl's spit, sucking on her tongue. But now, with Frieda Hayne's tongue in his mouth, he realized how erotic the mouth and tongue could be. His cock, which had been so hard, seemed to grow harder, and he could feel the little muscles in her cunt squeezing on his fingers.
He suddenly realized that those muscles would do the same thing to his cock if it were inside her, and his body trembled at the thought. Golly! To be in such a slick, tight, warm hole, and then to have those laving muscles caress his dick! Wonderful!
He felt his hostess move her body, felt her push at him. Somehow, he knew what she wanted, and reversed his position until his cock was near her face, and he could see into the pinkly dripping hole where his fingers played. And where he could really smell that oddly delicious, throat-clogging odor which drifted around her cunt.
He had the hungry urge to kiss it, but he dared not. That would be going too far, he reasoned. Nonetheless, the idea was there, and it made him even hotter.
Since only one hand was occupied with the finger-fucking, he used the other to stroke the firm, smooth flesh of Frieda's thighs, running his fingers through the dark, thickly tangled hair on her pussy, even going around to feel the muscled firmness of her buttocks. It was like a wet dream, stretched out interminably.
Most of her body was tanned, with two white bikini strips, one across her generously formed breasts, the other across her loins. In the white flesh surrounding her cunt, he could see the tracery of blue veins, and believed he could see them pulsing as they carried the rich, warm blood through her body.
And all the time, he wondered how in the world he had been able to stand all of this without cumming-the sight and feel of the magnificent body, the nipple in his mouth, the finger-fucking, the warmly choking odor of hot cunt. And, of course, the expert frigging which pulled the thick, soft skin back from the head of his cock, only to pull it back again with the gentleness of a baby's hand.
He moved slightly so that he could look down between them at what was happening. There was the soft, warm hand, grasping his dick so lightly, moving the thick skin back until the red head was out and peeking around with its single slitted eye. At the same time, Frieda's fist gently touched Joe's belly. Then it moved and pulled the foreskin back, until the head, cased in its soft covering, was gently squeezed in the palm of the masturbating hand. Most exciting of all was how close the head of his cock was to the moistly gleaming red lips of the woman. If she were an inch closer, she would be sucking it! The realization almost brought his load shooting from his young balls.
He said: "Ms., uh, I mean Frieda, you've sure got a pretty one of these," and he twirled his fingers in the sloppy tightness of her vagina to illustrate what he meant.
Frieda chuckled and stroked his belly with her free hand.
"It's more fun, when you're doing something like this, to talk real plain and open, Joe," she said kindly. "That's my cunt, and every woman, every girl, has one. I'm awfully glad you think I have a pretty cunt." She patted him.
"I know that mine is the only one you've ever seen, really close up, I mean, and it just proves that you're a real man, the fact that you like its looks."
He thought of his mother. He had seen her cunt. Sometimes on warm summer mornings, when she had had a hard day and a night of drinking with her pal, Dolly Patton, she would lie unclothed on top of her sheet. Then, with a sense of mingled guilt and adventure, he would sneak into his mom's bedroom and look at her.
Often, she would be on her back, with her big thighs outspread, and he could see the leaky pink slit, nestled among the thick blonde curls of cunt hair.
That was the only difference between his mother and Frieda, he thought. Mom was blonde, Frieda was dark. But they were built so much alike! It gave him an additional shiver of lust, thinking of his mother in such a connection.
How would it be to lie and look at her private parts, to stick his fingers into her cunt, to have her soft, full lipped mouth an inch away from his trembling cock?
Suddenly, without willing it, he was pumping his loins at the woman's face, fucking into her soft hand.
She laughed.
"Oh, Joe baby, that's exciting! Are you about to cum? Can you get up and face me again? I like to have the hot jism hit me on my titties, in my face. And, speaking of pretty, you have the most beautiful cock! I wish it were in me, and that you were going to shoot your load into my pussy. Mmmmm! HOW GOOD IT WOULD BE!"
She held his cock more softly, now, and thought: I'll give it all to him soon. He's just what I need-a safe, horny kid with a big cock and a love of fucking. But I'll break him in to my way of doing things.
They resumed the old position, and Frieda, her eyes going from Joe's cock to his face, knew that this lovely boy would soon be squirting his thick, warm seed over her. Then she would cum too, as his big fingers dug into the tenderest part of her, making her cunt spasm with delight.
"This isn't as good as fucking, Joey," she whispered. "But it's a good start. Oh, my dear!" she cried. "YOU FEEL SO GOOD, YOUR FINGERS IN MY PUSSY!"
She began to pump harder, and she felt the preliminary swelling of his cock.
She saw the smooth red head swell, too, and then saw the little eye open and a white string of jism was striking her face, splattering down onto her big breasts, so swollen with heat.
The boy was watching with wide eyes, both spectator and participant in this old rite of men and women pleasuring each other, feeling the blazing burst of his semen out of his cock, seeing the milky-white jet strike the woman's face, then drip down her chin to her luscious titties.
He was moving his fingers in Frieda's pussy, and those little muscles now seemed larger and stronger as they milked at his fingers.
For some reason, the stark beauty of the naked and voluptuous body, the reality of the warm, soft hand jerking him off, seemed to make him cum longer than ever. And the feel of her warm and slippery cunt, with its gorgeous aromas, added to it.
Frieda took the second hard blast on her big breasts, loving the warm sting as the hard jet hit her. She was working her lips and tongue, and now she pointed the spouting prick at her face, her mouth as wide open as she could get it. "
She felt the lash, of the hard jetting semen agains the roof of her mouth and her throat, and swallowed compulsively, delighting in the familiar and marvelous richness of male sperm. This was what she wanted, and her orgasm rose and burst in her as all the components of this experience came together. The sight of the boy's intent face, of his spouting prick, the feel of his cock as it swelled to greater hardness for each shot, the fingers, filling her cunt so nicely, and the realization that she was giving a beautiful boy his first experience with real sex.
Joe felt another big load burst, in painful joy, from his cock, and saw that Frieda was swallowing his jism. It was really true, then, he thought, that women actually do swallow a man's load. Some didn't he knew.
His best friend, John Cox, who fucked all the time, had been laughing about some girl who had sucked him off.
"She like to've choked," John had said, "trying to spit it out. I told her it was very uncool, but she couldn't swallow it." So he knew that some women, or girls, didn't swallow the stuff, and it made him proud that Frieda swallowed his.
And she was cumming, too. He knew it because of the furious activity of the muscles in her cunt, and by her groan. And, when the final drop shot from his prick and lobbed weakly onto one of her bloated titties, she hugged him and pulled him down and groaned in his ear: "OH. GOD! OH. GREAT GOD ABOVE US! BABY! WHAT A GLORIOUS CUM! YOUR FINGERS IN MY CUNT, YOUR CUM IN MY MOUTH! OHHH!
She kissed him wetly all over his face, and he got smears of his own fuck juice in his mouth. It tasted just as it always did when he ate a handful of it, only it was somehow much hotter, coming from Frieda this way.
The woman held him and rolled on him, so that he got the full benefit of the smoothness and warmth of her body, the softness and firm weight of her tits.
When she was tired of this after-play, they lay together on their backs, with Frieda's arm under Joe's head.
"Darling," she whispered, rolling her head to kiss his cheek, one hand still on his softening cock. "That was so beautiful! Did you like it?"
"I loved it," he said. He put his right hand to his nose and sniffed deeply at the gorgeous scent of her pussy juice, then licked his fingers carefully. "You have a wonderful, uh, cunt," he said, blushing furiously.
"And we're going to fuck it pretty soon, aren't we, Joe, darling?" she whispered. "Fuck it and fuck it and fuck it. You're going to stick it deep into me, and pull it out and push it in and twist it around." She suddenly hugged him hard.
She rose on one elbow, then leaned down to kiss him, her tongue going deep into his mouth. He sucked on it, enjoying this symbolic penetration of the woman's body, thinking that his cock would be the same thing to her cunt in the near future.
"Fuck and suck and cock and cunt," she said to him, holding his face in her hands. "That's the way to talk, Joe. Girls like it. Women like it. Tell me what we're going to do, Joe, and what we're going to do it with."
"We're going to fuck and suck," the delighted boy said. "I'm going to stick my hard old cock deep up your tight, slick cunt. And I'm going to suck on your titties, too, you know. Real hard. Isn't that right?"
"Up my cunt and my pussy and my twat, Joey," the woman whispered. And she thought: You'll be just the way I want you to be, Joey darling. My own big, live boy doll!
At last they had to get up, but Frieda hugged him and held onto his cock, which was fat and warm.
"I'm working a split shift this week," she said to Joe. "Eight to noon, then four to seven. I make more money that way, too. That gives us almost four hours in the middle of the day, when Ellen's summer school activities take her away. But we'll always find time to fuck, somehow, won't we, Joey?"
She held him against her breasts, and again he was reminded of his mother. She had tits like Ms. Haynes, and her cunt was just as pretty, covered with all that blonde hair.
He shivered in guilt and lust, and went home.
CHAPTER TWO
Joe could not restrain his excitement. He went into his empty home, and the privacy, plus what had happened, gave him a secret shot of sexual heat that made his cock throb.
He thought in great detail of the stunning woman who had just jerked him off and swallowed his cum. He could still see her, her mouth open as if she intended to scream, catching the hard, ropy shots from his dick. God! How she loved sex! He had not thought of women as being so crazy about a man and his parts. Hadn't she cupped his nuts in her hand once, while she was beating him off with the other?
"All those things we're going to do," he whispered to himself, smiling wolfishly. "Fuck and suck! Wow! Does that mean she's going to suck me, or that I'm going to suck her?"
His body quivered and his cock started coming up.
He brought his hand up to his lips again. Yes. That odor was still there. He licked his fingers and his organ grew harder. Yes, it was still there, that fantastic taste.
He began to think how they would do it. Pretty much as they had been today, he thought.
"When we were facing each other, and I had my fingers in her cunt," he whispered. "Her cunt was open, right there in my face. I could have sucked it right then and there." His young body shuddered in lascivious delight, remembering that thick scent, the pinkness, the shiny film of cunt juice over all of it.
He knew a little bit about the anatomy of the female, having read some "documentary" sex books which guys at school had loaned him. The clitoris, that was the magic spot, where, if he had correctly interpreted the pseudo-scholarly language, the cum nerves were located.
"Like the head of my dick," he murmured, feeling his hard organ throb with desire.
He followed the thought of its logical conclusion. "If I knew exactly where it was," he whispered, smiling again, "I could suck right on it and make her cum. Wow!"
The warmth of the day, the rampant heat returned to his eager young cock, the privacy, all gave him an old, old idea.
He ran water in the bath tub, using only enought hot water to temper the chill of the cold.
He tossed his clothes on the wicker hamper in the bathroom and got into the tub, luxuriating in the caress of the tepid water, the touch of which made his cock jerk again.
"I'll have to be pretty careful with you, old boy," he said jovially to his dick. "You sure lasted a long time with Frieda pulling on you. My trouble is I get in too much of a hurry to see that juice fly. Frieda took her time."
He took the soap from its cradle and made up handfuls of stiff, smooth lather, holding the head of his prick, out of water when he lay on his back, in both hands.
It was slick and smooth with the soapsuds coating his hands, but nothing like the hot and gooey interior of Frieda's pussy.
He thought of her breasts and of how they had smelled of milk and woman-sweat, and of the humanly sweaty taste of the nipple and part of the large tit he had gotten into his mouth.
"When I had my fingers in her cunt and sucked on her boob, those inside muscles sure bit down on me," he said aloud. "Wow! I wish I was over there again, right now!"
He thought of the woman's daughter, Ellen, who was a classmate of his in History 103 and in Life and Living, a modern version of civics.
As he pictured her, he kept superimposing her mother's naked body on his pictures of Ellen Haynes. She was almost identical in build with her mother, which made her larger than most of the other girls in his classes. He tried to remember something his friend, John Cox, had said about her. They always seemed to talk about pussy whey they got together. But John had a lot of true life experiences to talk about. Well, shit, he'd have something to talk about, now. Especially when they got to doing all the things that Frieda promised they'd do.
That was what made it so nice with Frieda-there wan't any awkwardness, you didn't have to say anything; she did it all. But what the hell was it that John had said about Ellen? Hot as a mink,? Something like that.
"I never balled her," he remembered John saying. "I was at a party and they were playing kid games like post office. She said she had a special delivery for me, and when I went into the dining room to claim it, she ran her tongue a foot down my throat, and pumped her cunt at me like a battering ram. I'll swear, I believe she got off, just kissing me."
As he stroked his prick, with the rank thoughts of Ellen and Frieda making him hotter, he began to move his body in slow movements, so that he was fucking into his soapy hands. These movements churned up the water and some of the soap washed off, so that his hands were not as slick as before.
He took the soap and worked up the lather again, but just as he was enfolding his hard cock in them, he heard voices.
Damn! It was his mom and Dolly Patton! Well, better get out of the tub as quickly as possible.
He pulled the plug and began to dry himself. He seldom took a bath at this hour. Mom might suspect he had been jerking off, but what the hell. He had an idea that his mother knew a good deal more about him than he told her.
His hard-on would not go down, so he put it up against his belly, buckling the belt on his soft, faded jeans. This way, it was just a long bulge from crotch to beltline. Maybe nobody would notice it.
He came out and hugged and kissed his mother, careful not to press his hard-on against her.
She smiled and said: "My, you're taking a bath mighty early, son. I guess it's this hot weather."
And the other woman, blonde like his mother but not so tall, with a cuddly figure, said: "Don't I get a kiss too?"
Embarrassed, he held out his arms and "Aunt Dolly", as he called her, came to him. But she came up on him a bit differently than his mother.
Slightly sideways so that her body shielded from his mom's eyes the fact that her left hand was out, waist hieh. so that, when her right arm went around his waist, her left hand clutched his hard penis and gave it several gentle squeezes.
Having experienced Frieda, he was not surprised as he might have been the day before. The shorter woman's hand felt warm through his faded old jeans, and he instinctively fucked at it, making Dolly giggle.
Faith Erwin smiled at the scene of love and companionship and started out of the room. "Got to see a man about a dog," she said pleasantly. "Pour yourself a drink if you want one, Dolly. Be back in a minute."
As soon as his mother left the room, Joe, considerably aroused by Dolly's caress, boldly ran his hand up under her uniform.
She made no resistance, but clung to him panting. When he encountered no panties, he plunged his fingers into the slickness of her cunt, eager and unafraid.
He got into her immediately, feeling that warm juiciness that he had found in Frieda Haynes, and was amazed at the thickness of her bush of cunt hair.
As his fingers swirled deep up her pussy, she turned her face up to him and, for the second time that afternoon, he knew the arousal of a deeply tonguing kiss.
When the woman he called Aunt Dolly pulled away, she was breathing hard and her face was flushed.
"Hey, baby," she gasped, "You're really with it. Who in the world taught you to kiss like that?"
He had to make an effort to smile. What he had done had been instinctive, even the kiss, and he did not know what he was supposed to do. Still, this was another older woman, and she had made the overt first move, grabbing his dick. And, although he could not have expressed it, he somehow knew that one thing lead to another and that this was a beginning, not an end.
When his mother came out, her face looking less careworn, she kissed Joe again, glancing down at the bulge in his jeans.
Poor baby, she thought. He's at a bad age. Ali the needs of a man, and still shy with the girlies. She patted his shoulder. "I brought you a fried chicken dinner," she said. "It's in the kitchen and it's still warm. Dolly and I are going over to the Tavern and have a few cold beers. I'll be home early. Is that all right with you, baby?"
Something about her bravery and humility touched him.
He hugged her, and this time he never gave a thought to whether his hard-on was against his mom. He kissed her on the lips and on her cheeks, wishing he could tell her how much he loved her for all she had done for him.
After the two women left, he smelled the hand that had found Aunt Dolly's warm and juicy split so easily. He was not surprised that it smelled so much like Frieda's. Possibly a bit stronger, but the fact that Dolly and his mother had been on their feet all day, sweating while they worked, explained that. In fact, he liked the intensely feminine humanity of a working lady's cunt smelling a little stronger
"What the hell," he said aloud. "Frieda works, too, and checking out groceries is probably as tough as waitress work."
He grinned as he thought of both of them, Frieda and Dolly, on their feet all day, getting juicier and stronger smelling as the hours went by, with their cunt lips rubbing together. He resolved to go with his mother the next time she shopped at the ABC Super Market where Frieda had said she worked.
It would be exciting to watch Frieda's calm face as she punched the adding machine's key, and to know that, under that apron, under her uniform was that hot, wonderful smelling, wonderful feeling cunt.
Cunt, cunt, cunt.
He said the word, over and over, thinking of its exact meaning. Every girl and every woman had one, Frieda had said. And they liked dirty, strong talk. He hadn't remembered it in time to whisper to Aunt Dolly: "I'm going to fuck you in your cunt." It would have been the right time to say it, when he had his fingers buried in her. If only she would have stayed behind while his mother went out for a few beers! She could have jerked him off, too. Or maybe something better. Maybe she would have fucked him.
He thought about inserting his dick into that warm, slick, juicy slot, and his cock jerked when hot blood pumped into it.
He went into the bathroom again and started to turn on the water again, then turned it off.
"The hell with it," he said, grinning at himself in the mirror. "It takes too long."
He stripped off his jeans and his shorts, pleased at the way his cock stood up, hard and curved, its red head glistening with the rush of hot blood to it.
He went into his bedroom and rummaged under some underwear and socks, bringing to light a magazine with two partly naked people, a man and a woman, on the cover. There was one woman in the book that reminded him of Frieda Haynes, and he turned pages until he found it.
He looked at the picture. The woman was seated on a man's hard cock, her naked legs outstretched. She had a big triangle of dark, curly hair on her pussy, and the same kind of ample breasts, the nipples bloated from the fuck she was getting.
In her position, facing the camera and with her cunt stretched from the enormous cock, you could see the pink flesh inside the hairy outer lips.
He placed the magazine on the space next to the wash basin.
Some of his mother's makeup was there, and he unscrewed the cap of a jar marked "Milk Balm".
It was slick but not greasy, and Joe poured some of it into one hand and smeared it on his cock. It was about the same consistency as his semen, perhaps just a bit thicker, and it made his hands almost as slick as Frieda's and Dolly's cunts had felt, and he took a deep breath as he skinned his cock back.
He looked at the picture and thought about his cock being buried in Frieda just like the pair in the picture. He imagined now it would feel as Frieda shifted her body, or raised and lowered herself.
His hands became her cunt, and he pulled them up and drew them back, trying to create, by varying the pressure of his fingers, the way those inner muscles in Frieda's cunt had moved and gripped him.
He looked in the mirror. His face was red. The red head of his cock was darker in color, and was now so charged with blood that it was like satin.
He had the picture in his mind, and he was saying, in a conversational tone: "How does that grab you, Frieda? How does my hard old cock feel in your georgeous cunt?"
He moved his hands slowly up and down the hard stalk of his organ, his thumbs crossed to mane a smaller orifice, thus giving the tender head of his cock a blast of feeling. He was very close to cumming, and suddenly let go of his cock and picked up the magazine, kissing the open cunt in the photograph, imagining how Frieda's juiciness would taste.
There was a split moment of high tension in Joe's organ, and he dropped the magazine on the floor to get his hands around his cock before the flood of fuck juice squirted out. He clasped his hands together over his prick again, and squeezed.
There was a fraction of a second thrill at the base and in the head of his cock, and the big boy gasped as the long, milky-white rope of jism shot all over the mirror.
He was breathing raggedly, now, and his eyes were on the mirrored reflection of his cock, which jerked and shot another spattering blast of cum on the mirror.
Joe was delicately squeezing both the head and the stem, moving his hands up and down in a rhythm he imagined Frieda's ass would take it she were cumming.
The third shot seemed to be the largest and the most joyfully painful as it blasted from his cock, the next four seemed to be losing force progressively, and the last two were feeble little spurts which barely left the head and oozed down his fingers and dropped on his balls.
He did not feel let down as he usually did. This was not a jerk-off of deep need, but one of free choice. There was a woman next door who had jerked him off this very day, and who had promised him ever so much more.
There was the cuddly blonde who was an unofficial aunt, who had squeezed his cock and tongued him. He knew she would be glad to play with his cock. If they ever got the chance.
He would pick up his magazine, clean up, and dress. He wondered if the fried chicken was still warm, and when Mom and aunt Dolly would get home.
They were working at it, the two women.
"That's my fourth beer, and it'd better be my last," Faith Erwin said. "I'll take a little pee for myself and go home. I'm dead tired and I want to get to bed early. Do you want me to drive you home, or will you stay and see if you can pick up a date, Dolly?"
The blonde giggled.
"The one I'd like a date with is your boy, baby," she said. "I know that makes me a dirty old woman, but I can't help it. He turns me on! You must've seen that hard-on he had."
"Saw it and felt it against me," Faith smiled. "Well, why shouldn't you get some of it if you want? He's probably screwing by now. Or if he isn't he ought to be."
She got up from the bar stool and patted the smaller woman on the back.
"It's all right with me," she said good humoredly. "Go get him, Tiger!"
CHAPTER THREE
Adolescent boys are not the only ones who daydream of sex.
Where her fat, hairy little cunt was concerned, Ellen Haynes, the girl next door, had her own fantasies. And her own ways of making them come at least partly true.
Privacy is one to the most important concomitants in the sexual practices of the young and frustrated, and Ellen had that. Her mother had gone to work just after Joe had left.
But the girl, coming in a few minutes before she was expected, was almost sure she had heard a masculine voice in the kitchen. But, when she went there, she saw only her mother in a robe.
Had she seen the motion in the bushes that made a hedge-fence between the Erwin house and their own? Could Joe Erwin, a kid she had known at school, have been, well, fooling around with her mother?
It was enough to fire her imagination, and this fire was reflected in a tender pussy that was always near the boiling point. And a mind that could picture the most unbridled passion.
She went into her mother's room, now that the older woman had gone to her work as a checker at the ABC Supermarket, and sniffed around. She was almost certain that she could smell cunt in the still, warm air. She walked about the room dreamily, shedding her clothes. Inside her, she could feel the crawling itch of cunt flames, the teasing pull of contracting cunt muscles.
Her breasts felt heavier and more sensitive, too, and the friction of her tank top made her nipples stand out almost as much as her mom's did when she was excited over something.
When she was stripped, and feeling perfectly safe from any eyes or interference, Ellen turned on the two lamps on either side of her mother's vanity, so that her glowing, naked young body was bathed in light.
It gave her a feeling of triumph.
The boys called her "stacked", and even the girls envied her for the ripeness and generosity of her curves.
She put her warm hands under her breasts and raised them, reveling in their smooth weight, the silken feel of their flesh in her fingers. By lifting one ample titty up, and ducking her head, she could get the nipple between her lips. But it was an unsatisfacttory connection. If she were lying iown, the big boob would be easier to handle, she could really get suction on it, and it would make it easier for her to cum when she stuck her fingers-or whatever-into her warm, slick, juicy pussy.
She went into her own room and got a soft plastic bottle of lotion. Or at least it had once contained lotion.
But the long neck, gently ridged, and the soft rounded cap, so much the same shape as the head of a man's prick, had suggested another use to the young girl's easily inflamed imagination.
She and her closest friend, Charlene Johnson, generally called "Char", had between them cooked up a lotion of their own, which resembled a boy's cum in many respects.
Char's brother had co-operated with her, and she was very positive about the superficial authenticity of the fake fuck juice. Not that she would ever confess, even to Ellen, that she had sucked her brother off, or that she had really tasted his cum in some less committed way. But she was vehement in insisting that it both looked and tasted like the real thing, and hot little Ellen was more than happy to believe it.
As a matter-of-fact, it tasted and even smelled a good deal like her own, and she knew what her own pussy juice tasted like.
Char's, too, for they were really close, and mutual mastubration was one of the furtive pleasures which the two girls enjoyed as often as they could.
"Try to get all four fingers into it, Char," Ellen had begged at their last go at each other, and it had been thrilling, although the four fingers would only go in about to the second knuckle.
But they practiced French kissing, and sucked each other's boobs, and generally enjoyed most of the possibilities inherent in the association of two randy young girls who are dying to get fucked.
Four fingers! It was a thrilling thought. And the fact that some guys must have pricks at least as large made Ellen's fantasies more colorful and more pleasing.
They stood before the tall mirror of her mother's vanity, spread her legs wide apart, and laid down the lotion bottle so that she could hold her cunt lips open with both hands, "you pretty little pink darling," she cooed. "Wouldn't that old Joe Erwin just give a lot to have his big old cock in you!" Because she had good reason for knowing that Joe's cock was a prize winner for size, since he, like most boys his age, wore surfer trunks to swim in. And it was their thing not to wear a jock strap.
So that, when they came out of the surf, their wet trunks clinging close to them. anyone interested could see the outline of the surfer's cock, as plain as day. And, since precocious uneducated Ellen was interested, she knew about Joe Erwin's tool. As a matter-of-fact, for a girl so uninstructed, she knew a good deal about fucking, about what happened when a boy shot off, and so on.
After all, she was a pretty girl and went out on dates. Any boy worthy of the name was going to get some loving out of a girl, even if he only took her out for ice cream. And some of those wild guys-well, they certainly were quick to pull out their stiff cocks as soon as they'd kissed a chick or pulled and squeezed one of her boobs. She knew how sperm looked when it spurted out of a cock, and even how it tasted, since a girl, naturally curious, would taste something like that when it was on her dress or her hands.
Ellen delicately touched a spot just under the cape of springy flesh and cunt hair which overhung the top of her slit.
"OOOOOHHHH!" she groaned. "BABY, BABY! THAT'S HOT! RIGHT ON MY LITTLE CLITTY-BUTTON!"
She ran two fingers into her tight little pussy and wiggled them around tentatively, Juicy enough, she decided with a thrill almost choking her. But still, she wanted to look some more, to look at her beloved cunt.
"I'm sick and tired of lying about getting it," she said to her naked image in the mirror. "I don't think that Char's lying when she says she's been fucked. But I think it's her brother. She'd tell me if it was anyone else. OOOOOHHHH!"
She had touched the clinging flesh around her hard little clitoris again, afraid to touch right on that delicate mechanism of gristle and nerves. It sure got hard, just like a boy's prick when he was hot. Or when you'd been necking with him.
She sat on the edge of her mother's bed, facing the mirror, but she couldn't see anything, really, except the tangle of dark brown curly hair. It made her, somehow, love her cute little old pussy even more. It was pretending to be modest and hiding under her firm, beautifully shaped bottom, almost as big as her mom's.
She leaned back on the bed, raising her legs, and there it was, pink and dripping with juice, wide open to the world. Would this be the position a boy would rather have her take? So he could see it before he stuck his cock in it? Would that great big prick of Joe Erwin's go in without hurting?
"Shit," she said aloud humorously, "You've had things in you that were bigger. And I'll bet this silly old bottle is as big!"
Still keeping her eyes on the delicious marble that was her young and wide-open cunt, she felt out to one side and found her plastic squeeze bottle. With an anticipatory whimper of delight, she held the flaps open and rubbed the bottle cap and neck up and down in her juice-dripping channel, lubricating it thoroughly.
A hard ball of heat seemed to be forming deep in her cunt, inside her belly. Damn! She wished now that she had called Char to come over and play. It was more fun when someone else put this warm bottle, so soft and smooth to the touch, into your snatch.
She gently inserted the tip. I'm real tight, right at the entrance, she thought I'll bet old Joe would like that!
She had felt boy's cocks, of course, on those dates when a guy or his friend had wheels. After all, you had to do a guy a little favor to keep him coming back.
"But I'm sick of holding out," she whispered, moving the loving lotion bottle deeper into herself, into her vagina.
That was a silly word, in a way. Vagina. And yet it was such a feminine word, coming so casually from a girl's mouth, as though the word, like the article it named, was the sole and exclusive property of the female half of the world. Anyhow, it sure felt good, now that the long neck with the cock-like cap had gone in so deeply that it jarred against her womb.
Her womb! How exclusively feminine that word was, too. And how it gave you its own thrill when you banged into it! Sort of sick-making, in a gut-deep way but so satisfying!
She looked in the mirror and shivered as she saw that long, ribbed plastic neck go so deep into her.
Her heavy breasts were lolling down on her rib cage, and she held the bottle with one hand while, with the other, she hefted that superb globe, raised it in her hand, and forced the nipple back to her mouth. This was marvelous! The nipple was two, maybe three times as large as it had been. She had no trouble getting most of it into her mouth, and her suction held it, even after she let go.
About a year after she had had her first period, when her young breasts were growing so fast, and were so sensitive, sometimes, that she had to sleep naked, she had had a marvelous experience.
Mrs. Gaston, who lived down the street from their old home, had asked Ellen to sit with her infant son. Ellen liked to baby-sit, especially with small babies. They never gave you any trouble. No arguments, and boy babies, when you changed them, would usually have the cutest little hard-ons. So cute that, many times and only from sympathy and love, Ellen would bend over and suck on the little baby's sweet little dick, wishing that some boy would force her to do the same with his bigger one.
But on this night, she let the baby suck her finger. And almost jumped out of her skin. The suction was so poweful so suggestive, that the girl's breasts seemed to expand instantly.
She had rolled up her knitted shirt and put the infant to her breast, just as she had seen mothers do a thousand times.
It seemed that the baby's tiny, rosebud mouth was taking her entire tit halfway down his throat, and she had had such a shudder of cum fever that she almost screamed.
Curiously, taking care not to disturb the baby, she had worked the fly of her stretch jeans open and had gotten her finger under the strap of her panties and into the slick, warm pudding of cunt flesh.
There was a rhyhtmic undertone as the baby sucked the nubile breasts, and, once the girl had gotten over her initial shock, her body began to move imperceptibly in this same pattern. So did the finger of her free hand, which lightly stroked inside her cunt and made a feather-like contact with the raw flesh around her clitoris.
There was a tremendous blast of orgasm building in her, and she was afraid that, when it struck, she might drop the baby.
To avoid this, she lay down on the couch, cradling the nursing baby as his mother might have done, and raised a leg so that her free hand could continue to stroke into her cunt. She felt as if she were on fire, and that the hottest spot of all was either inside her, around her womb, or on the usually hidden surface where her clit throbbed.
It was not long in coming.
Like the bursting of fireworks, the white hot flame of orgasm rose and broke in her and outside of her, until she felt that she was drowning in a wave of dark sensation. It was the biggest and best cum that she had ever known, and, since the baby was willing to keep trying to draw milk from her virgin breast, she lingered until her heat had risen again, and gave herself another.
Now, as she sucked a much larger nipple into her own mouth, she remembered the way the baby had sucked her, and she laughed around the creased and bloated nipple in her teeth.
She went from this memory to a fantasy involving Joe. He was, no doubt of it, one of the cutest boys in Seaside, and a real hero on the football field, but she had never heard of him dating any girl regularly. She knew what one of the alternatives could be, and she dismissed the tought. Joe Erwin, gay? No way, but he didn't seem to dig girls.
I'll find out why, she said in the silence of her mind, bringing her ass up to meet the thrusts of the bottle. Maybe he digs older women. Maybe he really was after Mom. Anyhow, I'd like to see them tucking.
She went into a raunchy reverie where she watched while the tough young fullback fucked her mom while she watched, her face only inches away from the scene of action. She made Joe's prick even bigger in this curious fancy, so that he was almost turning Mom's cunt inside out.
There was now a cum building in her. Almost as big and hot as when the Gaston baby given her tender breast such a sucking. It made her suck harder on her distended nipple, and she added to her fancy of Joe and her mother.
His balls were banging against her mother's bottom, and she, Ellen, leaned forward and sucked the big eggs into her mouth.
Playing out this fantasy made her suck harder on her own tit, made her plunge the squeeze bottle deeper, harder, and faster into her pussy.
While the storm of orgasm broke inside her, Ellen let her breast go out of her mouth, and grabbed the bottle in both hands.
Her legs were now back so far that her thighs touched her breasts, and their pressure added to the nerve-hurricane that swept through the girl's naked body.
In spite of her intense heat, she was an interested spectator of what was happening in the mirror.
She could see her buttocks, looking as wide as her mom's in this position. She could see the clinging inner cunt flesh pull out when she pulled out on the bottle, and she imagined that she saw the sucking motions of her pussy seemed to be making as it clutched the flexible, ridged bottle neck.
Her fantasies had paid off. Here, with only the spur of her imagination, she had seen Joe and her mother, fucking on the bed, had seen it and smelled it, and had tasted Joe's sweaty balls as she sucked on her bloated nipple. It was a milestone in her career of frequent and necessary masturbation, and she could hardly wait to share it with Charlene, her friend.
"Char, darling," she whispered, "you won't believe it, but I don't care. It was wonderful."
There was another echo of orgasm back deep in her young pussy as she pulled out the bottle, and she was so carried away that she began to suck on the bottle eagerly, her fired up imagination telling her it was Joe's prick.
And somehow, some movement of her legs made her cunt lips smash slickly together, and she began to repeat her orgasm.
With a deep groan of thanksgiving, she desperately slammed the plastic bottle neck back up into her cunt, while another burst of cumming lifted her out of her regular world and into the fiery orbit traced by her cuntal imagery.
When every last throb had dribbled out of her sated pussy, the young girl stroked her stomach and breasts, reveling in the gut-deep ioy she had just experienced.
She moved the plastic bottle gently in the sensitive and inflamed mouth of her vagina, pulling it out slowly, still enjoying the residue of sensation that tingled in the slick, smooth flesh of her cunt.
She licked the neck and head of the soft bottle tenderly, as if it were alive, her taste buds keenly awake to the rankly lovely taste of her gamy young pussy.
She was still lying with her legs wide spread, and by raising her head she could see all the glory of her beautiful young cunt, its outer lips now wide open from the passion-swollen push of the gleaming pink inner lips. She laughed almost silently and ran one smooth hand down to trace through her bush of cunt hair and to run her fingers delicately around the outer rim of her cuntal orifice, her body still occasionally jerking as she traced over some particularly tender nerve center.
She heard indeterminate noises outside and rolled over to look out the bedroom window.
It was Joe Erwin, tossing a football in the air and catching it, then running a few steps with the ball.
She looked down her sleek, well rounded body and grinned.
What would a guy like Joe Erwin do if he were here? Ellen imagined that he might be a timid lover, else why didn't he go for girls, like most fellows in his position would? And did.
She closed the drapes and got up, still smiling. Maybe, some day, they would find out. Together.
CHAPTER FOUR
Any day can be an eternity to a young boy who is desperately waiting for his first piece of ass.
The fact that Frieda would be home shortly after noon, and that-he supposed and hoped-Ellen would be at one of her summer school classes made him a quivering jelly of anticipation.
When the morning seemed too long to stand, and with an incipient hard-on bothering him, he went down to the nearest shopping center, where he knew he would find someone to talk to.
He was in luck. His best pal, John Cox, a team-mate on the Seaside football team, was honoring the Red Cross Pharmacy with his presence, and the two cronies, each with a coke, stood together by the magazine rack, looking at skin books, whistling at some unusually voluptuous model.
"I can't see why," young Cox said, smiling, "as long as you react right to these naked broads in the photos, you don't come out with me and get some of the real stuff." He rubbed his crotch and said: "This afternoon, I've got a date with the Baron twins. You know them, don't you-Elsie and Edie?" He looked out the big window and nudged Joe excitedly.
"Speak of the devil," he whispered. "Here they are now! Jesus, look at those tits!"
"But they're only fourteen," Joe said. "We could get into deep trouble."
"Shit!" his friend replied. "If they're big enough, they're old enough. And they're big enough. They've got as much hair on their cunts as any woman. Here they come!"
The two young girls, already women in their bodies, but eager children in their minds, came in, nodded and smiled at the boys, then came over.
Joe's mind was racing. John never lied about girls, and he had told Joe about how hot these kids were, and how tight their pussies were. If John said he could have one of them, to fuck all afternoon, then it was true.
"This is Edie and this is Elsie," John said, "And you girls know Joe Erwin, don't you?"
"Everybody knows Joe," the one called Edie said. "The man of mystery-never dates." She moved closer to Joe, who stood his ground. Only yesterday, his cock had been handled by two older women, and jerked off by one of them. And besides, this was "safe", with others around.
"Everything okay for this afternoon?" John asked, his hand cupped over the rounded butt of one of the twins. He looked at Joe and winked.
"We're okay if you are," Elsie said, and giggled. "Our folks are leaving for L.A. around twelve o'clock. They won't be home before eleven. That gives a lot of time." The other girl laughed.
After the girls had left, their unbrassiered breasts jiggling, their rounded little rumps, swinging, the Cox boy said: "You wouldn't believe what those two young chicks will do for a hard peter. They both fuck like minks, and suck like a vacuum cleaner. You better come with me today. I guarantee you can fuck both of them. You don't know what it's like to have your prick in one of those chicks and have the other one playing with your balls."
Joe laughed. "Thanks," he said, "but no thanks."
"Man, you're out of your head," John said earnestly. "There may be hotter and better pussy in Seaside, but if there is, I don't know it. And from noon until eleven tonight! How can you expect to beat that?"
"I know, Johnny," Joe answered. "It's prime stuff. But I'm still a little scared of 'em-they're such kids. And I've got something I'll bet is better."
"You!" John scoffed. "Probably got a new magazine to jerk off over. Or maybe you're using cold cream instead of Vaseline to slick up your fist."
"No shit, Johnny," Joe vowed. "I oughn't to tell you even this much, but I've got an older woman that, uh, likes me. And likes my stuff."
"Nuts!" the tall boy answered. "You never told me about any older woman before. How come you're telling me now?"
"I never had a thing like the Baron twins come up with you before," Joe answered honestly. "Older women are smart, man. The things they say and do-wow!"
"No more than a young chick, if she's hep," John replied.
But he didn't argue, and Joe went home with ideas of Frieda's riper charms floating in his mind, along with the undeniable charms of the two young twins revolving in his brain as well. And so he got home all hot and ready, with a big hard-on.
He went through the hedge which served as a fence between the two backyards, and tapped on the back door of Frieda's home.
She came to him immediately, casting a cautious glance from side to side as if she expected some nosy neighbor to cry "rape!"
She was only wearing a thin robe, and she let go the front of it as she hugged Joe to her fine breasts. They still had the rich, dairy-like odor which he had found so hot yesterday, and he buried his young face in their softness and warmth.
"Come on in," she said hoarsely. "Baby, I've been wanting to see you soooo BAD!"
She reached down with one hand and stroked his hard prick.
"Wonderful," she whispered. "So big and hard!"
They went into her bedroom, and she drew the drapes almost entirely closed, so that they were in semi-darkness.
"Just enough light for me to see my big boy's pretty cockie," she said. "Get undressed, and then you can take this robe off me. There'll be enought light, you'll see!"
When she stood beside the naked boy for him to help her off with her robe, she was trembling with desire. She was just forty, an age when a woman's sexual need is at its highest, and when her opportunities for satisfying them are growing fewer. Here was an untapped treasure of sex, a boy almost man's size, both in body and cock, and clay for her molding to her own specifications and desires.
He dropped to his knees, rubbing his face in the mass of dark, thick cunt hair that curled in such profusion on her lower belly, and she felt his warm lips part the hair and touch the slick wet flesh between the hairy outer lips. It was a marvelous thing to find a sixteen-year-old-boy who would know enough, or be hot enough, to want to eat pussy. Would it be rushing things too much to sixty-nine with him, to have his young face working in her open pussy while she ate his cock and enjoyed his seed richly spurting into her mouth?
She moved backward to the bed and he followed her, on his knees.
When they were on the bed together, their warm bodies rubbing together, the smells of hot cock and hot pussy mingling in the darkened room, she rolled across him and held his stiff cock in her warm hand. She kissed it as a child kisses a lollipop, sucking in the soft, smooth red head, bathing it in her saliva, and running her tongue around it to get all the goodness out of its taste that she could.
"Would you like me to do this for you?" she asked softly. "Do you know about ladies-and girls, too-taking their lovers' pricks into their mouths and sucking until they come?"
"Sure," the boy answered confidently.
"Everyone knows about that, I guess. And the guy licks their pussies until they cum, right?"
She sucked him again, this time going down on him still more, so that the head of his cock struck the back of her throat.
And she had the marvelous satisfaction of Joe opening her outer lips and rubbing his mouth in the leaky, slick, wet notch between them.
"Hey, wait," she implored. "I didn't take a shower when I got home at noon. I must be all gooey and stinky down there!"
He laughed and held her cunt farther open, running his tongue up and down in the juicy channel.
"It's great," he said, "I like it better this way!"
She reached down, and patted his head. "My little cunt-eater," she whispered. "Oh, Joey, this is so nice."
She fucked up at him as he gained more knowledge and more confidence, licking instinctively in the right spots, enjoying for himself the ripeness and richness of flavor in a mature cunt.
She was sucking him with great expertise and a good deal of affection, pulling his hips down so that his cock went part way into her throat, down past her tonsils. And she was so fired up by this entire adventure that she wanted it to last and last.
With his arms clasped around her buttocks and his hands up between her thighs, Joe could use his fingers to hold her pussy open wide, and could literally fuck his face into the warm, wet, slick organ. He slipped and slid up and down, now running his tongue into the tight little hole where his fingers had been the day before, then busily looking back until he was in the neighborhood of her clitoris.
And, each time he sucked at Frieda's fuck hole, or licked around her clit, he was rewarded by the deep moans and the increased action which developed in her well built body.
The taste and smell of Frieda's cunt, together with the sharpness of sensation in his cock were enough to make him cum, but he hung on manfully, doing his best to hold back.
Until Frieda, needing the warmth and slickness of his jism, to make her own climax complete, patted him and stroked him between the cheeks of his ass, taking her mouth off his cock only long enough to gasp: "SUCK ME REAL HARD, BABY! AND GIVE ME YOUR CUM! SUCK AT MY PUSSY! THERE! THERE! SUCK HARD!"
The deep, groaning cries of the woman, together with her suddenly increased suction as she took his cock into her lips and down her throat, made his orgasm rise in Joe's young balls.
He felt the bursting pressure in the head of his dick, felt that first surge of feeling in that tenderest of all spots in a man's body, and sucked furiously on her jerking clit as the woman climaxed exactly on time with his.
He could feel the muscles of her cunt contract time after time as he drove his pointed tongue deep into the hole.
He was utterly lost in the sea of real sex, the first he had ever known, and all of it made more beautiful by the pressure of that firm and voluptuous body of his, the sense of proprietorship he felt as he sucked that fat, convulsing pussy.
Just at the moment when his last drop of sperm left his cockhead, just as the piercing sensation peculiar to the man's orgams was becoming too much to stand, Frieda quit sucking.
There was the tender and delicate feel of his prick in a soft, warm mouth made even more delightful by the slickness of his own rich juices.
He could feel a very slight movement as Frieda swallowed his seed, and he knew she loved it, by her small animal cries of pleasure, as she held the stem of his wilting cock in her hand.
When she had carefully and gently licked his cock clean, she took it out and showered kisses on his balls, which she held to her lips with a free hand. She was laughing, pleased, happy with herself and the boy.
"Did you like that, baby?" she asked, rolling over and around until their faces were inches apart. "What a lot of that lovely stuff you had! No grown man ever had more in his balls!"
She kissed him long and deeply, and he could taste the richness of his cream still on her lips and tongue.
When they parted, Frieda began to lick his cheeks and chin. She was giggling like a schoolgirl, and as interested as one.
"MMMMM!" she moaned. "What a lot of cum juice you got out of my dirty old pussy! I can hardly believe you never did this before, never had a lesson. Why, Joey, nobody could have sucked me out any better! I hope it wasn't too much for you!"
"No, ma'am," the boy answered, his arms around her back, his hands delighted with the smoothness and softness of her skin. "It was wonderful!" He appeared now not to mind her knowing that he was a virgin, technically, at least.
"But it's not quite the same thing as fucking, is it? I keep thinking of how those little muscles inside your, uh, cunt kind of nibbled at my fingers. If they did that to my peter, I believe I'd cum in two minutes. When will you let me do that?"
She now had his head pillowed partly on her soft shoulder, partly on one big, billowy breast, and she stroked the damp hair away from his brow.
"Do you know about what happens to a woman once a month?" she asked softly. "What women call their period?"
He thought of the darkness of this knowledge, of how his mother had answered his questions long ago, with complete honesty and love and courage. She had even let him watch as she had poked a tampon into place, her fine legs, so much like Frieda's, spread wide for the insertion. And he knew, because she had told him, of the blood and debris which the little sponge soaked up.
He shuddered in the grip of the tender passion which marks some men as they grow up, and turned his head to kiss the woman on the big breast nestled against his cheek.
"I know about it," he said. "And I know it means a lady isn't pregnant, okay?"
Frieda laughed and kissed him on top of his head.
"Yes," she replied. "And it means something more. You know that I told you yesterday that some day soon we would do it every way-that you could stick that lovely bid dick into me, fuck me, and shoot that great big load of jizz into me. But you don't want to make any little babies grow in my belly, do you? You're too young to be a father."
The intimacy of this talk was as heady as the breast he felt on his cheek, as the hairy pussy he had just sucked. He felt a grown-up thrill run through him, felt his cock lurch in response.
He laughed. "Guess you're right about that," he answered. "What's your period got to do with it?"
She squeezed, then reached down and squeezed his wet, soft young prick very gently, delighted to feel it throb.
"When a lady's period starts, that means she's throwing off an unused ovum, or egg. Like you say, she isn't pregnant. Or at least, that's the way I understand it."
She laughed deeply.
"Then, between her periods, another egg comes down, and for a few days, the lady can get pregnant awful easy. But, after a few days, the egg goes away, and the lady can screw all she wants to, and not have a baby."
She thought of this, and wondered if she had come anywhere close to a true defininition of the rhythm system of avoiding pregnancy. Why don't I go ahead and give it to the kid right now? she asked herself. And then, mentally, she had her own answer. He's so young. I want to break him in just tor myself. I dqnt want to scare him off.
Joe was enchanted. He felt like a big man, having been sucked off by this mature and glamorous woman. And even more so for having fearlessly sucked her pussy until she came. Now, all this adult talk of periods and contraception by natural methods made him feel even older and wiser.
"Gee," he observed, "That's sure interesting. When will you be that way, so that I can stick it in you and shoot it? Will it be long?"
"Only a day of two more, my darling," Frieda replied. "Here, let me play with that lovely peter of yours again. Maybe it will come up, and I can suck it. Or I'll hold it in my hands and you can shoot it on my face and titties. Would you care to try that again?"
He kissed her on her breast, then higher up, where her arm so sweetly joined her soft body. There was an arousing odor from her armpit, the smell of maturity, the smell of sex. It meant hair, and hair meant maturity and heat.
He remembered that John had told him about Edie and Elsie Baron-"they've got as much hair on their cunts as any woman," John had bragged. But now, moving his hand down to play in that nest of curly hair on Frieda's snatch, Joe didn't believe it.
Probably damn little hair under their arms, too, he thought.
The notion tickled him, and he began to move his fingers into the warm pudding of cunt flesh under the hair. Those twins were just kids. Poor old Johnny! Not to have a chance at a real woman like Frieda.
Frieda let out a deep sigh, almost a groan, as Joe's fingers sank deep into the sensitive fuck hole, and she hugged him to her so that she could suck his tongue. She began to stroke his cock very gently, too, smiling in the gloom as she felt the throb of tumescence in it.
"You're a real man, Joey," she whispered, taking her mouth from his. "Oh, I'll be so glad when we can fuck. Really fuck, I mean. Although lots of guys really like to fuck a lady in her mouth and throat even better."
She thought of this. They were mostly older men who could not raise a dependable hard-on. They were good at eating pussy, because they thought about it a lot. Thought about eating it because they had forgotten how to fuck. She squeezed Joe's young cock with real affection. He was so sweet, so eager.
And so hard.
And there was no question about it, he was well hung. About as big as any man she had ever known.
She stroked it for a few seconds more, felt it begin to swell, and rolled around to where she could suck it. And he could suck her.
CHAPTER FIVE
Time hangs heavy on a waiting lover. Ordinarily, Joe Erwin would have had no trouble passing the time. If he had to wait, say, for four hours to pass, he could watch television, read the sports section of the newspapers, eat a bit, or grab his surf-board and hike down to the nearby beach. He and his mother lived in an older portion of Seaside, and a four-block walk took him to the white sands and even whiter foam on curling waves.
But today was different. He thought about Frieda and what she had said. Wasn't today the day he was really going to get it into her, to shoot his wad far up in her cunt? He thought it was.
He knew it was tough for anyone to work a split shift, for it meant a long, long day, and that three or four hours in the middle of the day wasn't much use. Except, now, for him and Frieda. And it meant they had four hours of privacy, almost, since Ellen had piled up some summer courses to make her regular scholastic year easier, and she was away from home in the afternoons.
The thought made Joe smile. He had a latent hard-on, alternately rising to almost full rigidity, then cooling off a bit until it was big and fat, but no longer hard.
He roamed around the house, wondering when Frieda would be home. Once he looked through the slatted Venitian blinds at the house next door, but could see no life.
On his second time around, though, he saw a strange thing-there were a couple of strong lights in Ellen's room. He was puzzling over this when his question was answered-Ellen was at home, just coming into the lighted room.
She was carrying something in her hand, and when she tossed it down on the bed, he saw that it was a bikini.
To his surprise and great gratification, she reached across her hips with both hands and lifted off her simple dress in that typically feminine gesture leaving her big, firm titties bouncing and jiggling.
He stepped back a little from his window so that the girl wouldn't spot him, but she was unaware that anyone might be looking in. She bent and rolled down her panties, and Joe gasped. She had as much hair on her pussy as Frieda did on hers. In fact, Joe marvelled, they were almost exactly alike in build.
He had at first been taken aback, even angry, at seeing Ellen at home so unexpectedly, but as soon as he realized she would be leaving for the beach shortly, he used his time and energy to paint an unforgettable picture on his mind. This sleek and naked child, only sixteen, was a dead ringer for Frieda. It made him slightly apologetic in his mind to his pal, John Cox.
If this girl next door could have so much sexual beauty, how did he know it couldn't be matched by the Baron twins. Or any other young girl, for that matter.
He was relieved when Ellen turned out the lights and left the room. Now, perhaps in a few moments, she would be gone out of the house and all that Joe would have to do would be to wait for her mother to show up.
He went in and turned on their television to kill a little time. Ellen was probably on her way to a girl friend's home, or someone would pick her up any minute. He would just have to be patient and wait for Frieda.
In the other house, wondering whether to walk over to Char Johnson's or to phone her friend to come over, Ellen walked aimlessly into her mother's room and looked around. She was turning on her heel to go to the phone when her eye caught a white oblong note on her mother's bed. Stepping closer, she saw it was addressed with one name-"Joe"
-in the angular scrawl her mother used.
It was too much to expect the girl not to read it. With her young mind already full of sexual and romantic fantasies built around Joe and her mom, she opened the note and read: "Darling Joey: Sorry I can't be there, as I had hoped that we could do it all, this time. And Ellen was going to a beach party-we could have had such long, lovely hours. But two checkers phoned in sick, and I have to work straight through until eight. We'll try it again tomorrow. Love, Frieda."
Some alarm bell of humor and adventure buzzed in the girl's mind. That note confirmed everything Ellen had fantasized, in terms so plain she could not doubt what had happened. And she, because she knew Joe's reputation for being woman-shy, knew in her heart that her mother had seduced the boy. But what kind of game was Mom playing? "Sorry ... as I had hoped that we could do it all, this time." Hadn't they done it all? She now was confident that she had smelled sex in this room. Maybe they had done part. But what part? This was a puzzling affair.
But one thing was certain. Joe was expected here, and Joe wouldn't know about the note. Nor about Frieda being missing.
Ellen went down the hall to her room and made sure the lights were off. She shucked her young body out of the bikini and retreated to her mother's bedroom, beautifully naked, her big, firm breasts tingling with anticipation.
Joe made another round of his home, nervously waiting for some sign from Frieda. When he saw, on his next turn, that the drapes in her bedroom were closed, he wasted no time but went quickly through the hedge and into the back door of the house next door. The closed drapes meant Frieda was waiting for him, and that meant that Ellen was gone to the beach, or wherever she intended going to wearing her bikini.
He moved quietly into the darkened room. He could see the white nakedness in a kind of blur in the gloom, and he said: "Frieda?" on a note of inquiry.
He heard her whisper: "Here I am, darling. On the bed. Come on, take off your clothes.
It's working better than I thought it would, the girl thought. Boys are such dummies.
She felt a warming trickle of cunt juice flow between her thick, hairy lips, and resisted an impulse to scratch where the exuding juice tickled as it leaked out.
She could see well enough to make out the motions of the boy as he hastily shed his clothes, and her heart was pounding with the greatest thrill of her life. To be young, and to be fucked for the first time-it was almost choking her with excitement.
She was burning with desire when the boy edged near her on the bed, and she suddenly remembered her character-she was the grown woman seducing the sixteen-year-old boy.
She reached for him, for his cock, and whispered softly. "Come here, darling. Let me feel that wonderful peter of yours. OOOOOHHHH! He's so BIG!"
She ran her hand up and down on the hard stem of the boy's big cock, holding the loose, soft skin tenderly, as she had been told to do by a high school senior a year ago. It was not quite as expertly done as when Frieda did it, but Joe was hardly a connoisseur, and it felt wonderful.
He had the girl in his arms, now, and he kissed her, pushing his tongue into her eager mouth.
She clung to him, hotter than she had ever been in her young life, and pulled one of his hands down to her crotch, where Joe immediately plunged his fingers into the juicy hole, running two of them deep up the girl's trembling vagina.
She felt suddenly faint, and almost nauseated with relief. This was working perfectly. She had been in doubt about whether or not she could pull off the masquerade, whether something different about her figure, her cunt, even her voice might betray her. But either she was enough like her mother to pass in the dark, or Joe was too hot, too ready, to make distinctions. Suddenly, because her responsive body demanded it, she fucked up and out against his fingers, deeply pleased that her instincts-made her body move involuntarily.
In a moment, the boy pulled his mouth away from Ellen's and choked out: "Are we going to do it all today?"
And Ellen, happy that she would now find out what her mother's note had meant, whispered: "Everything you want to do, baby. Absolutely everything!" She kissed him passionately. "What does my baby want to do first?"
Joe's cock was so hard and ready that he could scarcely control it, but he hesitated for a second. The rich, chokingly beautiful odor of hot cunt was now filling the room, and he put his juice-dripping fingers to his mouth and sucked them.
There was a sweetness, a delicate richness to this juice that was new, and his first thought was that Frieda had showered before drawing her drapes. But the taste was still strong and arousing, and he plunged his fingers back again, withdrawing them covered with the clear, thick goo and licking them again.
The girl was deeply thrilled at such a tribute to her charms, and kissed Joe to get the familiar taste of her cunt from his lips. She was panting with desire, and she lay back, pulling Joe down on top of her.
"Oh, lover," she panted, "stick it in me! I can't wait!"
She spread her young thighs, as fully rounded as her mom's, and drew her feet back against her ass, letting her knees sag out, making a saddle for Joe.
She groped for his prick and found it, big and hard, covered with the thick, soft skin, and drew it toward the entrance to her vagina, almost out of her mind with excitement.
And Joe, his heart now pumping blood hotly with the knowledge that he was at last going to fuck, kneed his way into the position they both craved.
He pushed his stiff cock down to where he thought the hole would be, but he was too high, and Ellen whispered: "NO! NO! IT'S LOWER! OHHHH! PLEASE HURRY!" and she lifted her firm young hips up to make it easier for the boy to enter her.
She almost screamed as his massive young cock went part way into her. She had been right; it was a little bigger than the neck of the plastic bottle. But there was a brief and promising surge of excitement in her tight young cunt, and she felt more juice flow out to make his entry easier.
Joe was so excited that he was panting in deep, noisy breaths, fascinated at how simple this action was, and how easily he had made it. He had not thought that a grown woman with a half-grown daughter would be quite so tight, and then he thought: What do I know?
He wriggled his loins in pure pleasure, and his motion, plus the new flow of cuntal fluids, made him sink deeper up into this marvelous pussy.
He gasped hoarsely: "Is it all right if I cum inside you?" and the girl, bursting with need and desire, answered thickly: "OH, YESSSSS! YESSS! CUM IN MY CUNT! PLEASE!"
She felt the deep tremor of a powerful orgasm building in her vagina, around her girlish womb, and she squirted her strong body up as Joe's loins hammered down, driving his turgid cock all the way up inside her. She felt a sharp and sickeningly wonderful blast of pain as his spongy cockhead banged into her cervix, and she locked her lithe young legs around the boy, over his back.
He was drawing his throbbing cock out and slamming it back up into her tight and juicy hole, his mouth engaged in tonguing his partner, who was now moaning in excitement, a wordless hum that seemed to make her entire body vibrate with love.
All the lovely smells of fucking, so unfamiliar to both of the kids, and still so appealing to their natural instincts, filled the room.
Both the boy and the girl were perspiring freely in the warm, close air of a summer afternoon, and Joe found his belly slipping on the girl's smooth stomach as he ground down, slamming his cock home.
Her big, full breasts were mashed between their heaving bodies, and the pressure on her nipples made sensitive by excitement was a joy such as Ellen would never have imagined. The sensation ran like a white hot wire from both breasts down to her cunt, and, as Joe banged once again into her young womb, she began to cum.
Her rhythm, which had been following Joe's, now changed to a faster beat. Her cunt flew up to smack against Joe's mound, swallowing his plunging prick all the way to its roots, and then pulled down like a milking hand, came back up, slammed back down, in a rapid fire rhythm as her orgasm began to explode.
"OHHHH!" her voice burst in his ear. I'M CUMMING! FUCK ME HARD! OH, JOEY, IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"
Even in the mists of red passion that shut her away from her world momentarily, Ellen was aware that Joe, too, was cumming. She felt his big cock swell even bigger. Then, falling on her superheated cunt walls and womb, she felt the flooding of his spurting jism. In the back seats of cars, this otherwise and technically innocent girl had seen cocks spurt their milky white slickness. She had even gotten some on her hands, some on her dresses, and knew that it had a deep attraction for the female.
But this was the first time she had known the God-given thrill of having it pour out deep inside her, as nature intended. It made her own orgasm all the hotter, so that, while her body was gyrating like a machine, she felt she was melting inside.
The sensational fucking that Joe was getting had made him grateful that he was getting it from a woman old enough to be his mother. Strangely, in the chaos of cumming inside a female who was, obviously, also orgasming, he could think of John Cox and the Baron twins. I'm having it better, his thoughts ran. This is the way to go.
He felt the quivering body under him slow its violent rhythm. Now he could feel what those inner muscles were doing. Like some tender, toothless mouth, they were gently gnawing up and down the length of his cock, milking the last drop of his thick semen out of his swollen young prick.
He rocked delicately back and forth, his deflating cock still hard enough and big enough to rub urgently against the nerve-taut walls of Ellen's cunt. It was made almost friction-free by his big load of semen, and by the sweet secretions from every pore in her vagina.
It was so beautiful that Ellen could have wept. She wanted to hug Joe, to kiss him, to cry out: "It's me, Ellen. It's not my mom!" But she was afraid of what might happen.
But she did hug him to her tingling breasts, and she did kiss him, with their smooth, hard tongues wrestling each other in the warm slickness of their mouths. There was still a wild running warmth inside her, where his big prick, gradually going soft, still massaged her cunt walls.
When it was obvious that the fuck was over, Joe still lay on her, the sweat of their bodies holding them together with its warm, slick film.
The boy could smell the heady perfume of woman sweat, super-heated cunt, and the odors from his cock and balls. It was a marvelous richness, added to the magic of having at last put his dick inside a slick, hot pussy.
But Joe now asked, a trifle humbly: "What do I do now?" and the girl almost giggled. He was so dear, and such a dummy.
She kissed him and whispered: "You just take it out, baby. Don't worry about your lovely juice spilling out of me. I'm tight enough to hold it in while I run to the bathroom.
He tried to make out her features in the dark room. He could see only that she was smiling, so he said: "Wouldn't you like to have all that juice for yourself? Like you did yesterday when you sucked me." .
Ellen's heart gave a leap of triumph. That was what Mom had been doing to this poor baby. Sucking him off! Wonderful! She was a modern girl, and, while she had so far resisted all pleas as well as her own instincts, she had no fear or alarm about taking a prick into her mouth.
She had often tasted the semen that had fallen on her dress or in her hair or on her hands, and found its delicately salty taste and its male fragrance alluring in its own way.
"I'd love it," she choked out. "How will you do it? And what do you want me to do?" She was almost gibbering in her excitement.
"Why," the boy responded, "We'll do like we did yesterday. Only this time, I'll be sucking my jism out of your pussy. Your cunt, if you like that better." He felt cocky, grown up.
"And then what?" the female voice inquired in a whisper.
"Why, you just take my prick in your mouth and suck off my juice and yours," Joe replied. "And I suck all of that out of you and hold it in my mouth. Then we can kiss and you can get it all out of my mouth with your tongue."
It seemed like an excitingly perverse idea to him, one worthy of an older and wiser man.
And to Ellen, taking her mother's place with this young and lovable boy, it was an idea that made her entire body quiver wantonly and flush with new heat. How did this kid know to do these things? She had never heard of this particular refinement on sex. She had had only one regret while his cock had been in her. It was a simple one, based on an innate love of sex and of everything connected with it.
She had known a time would come when things would be just right for her, and for some man or boy, and that she would have her first real sexual experiment. And she wondered, as most girls do, what it would be like to have a guy's cock in her mouth, shooting the rich protein seed into her throat. Which would be the best-fucking or sucking?
When it had come to the test, and being led by Joe's desires, she had chosen fucking. And it had been so wonderful that she would never regret it or forget it. But now, she would have the best of both worlds.
"I'll be careful," the boy whispered. "I'll take it out smooth and easy, and get my cock right to your mouth, so nothing will spill on the bed. And you spread your thighs apart and I'll get my mouth right down there so you won't leak any. Okay?"
She tried to keep her voice from trembling as she whispered: "Okay. OHHHH! PLEASE HURRY!"
Joe was as excited as his partner. This was something he had dreamed up yesterday, after Frieda had sucked him off and he had wondered what she would do to dispose of a cunt full of his sperm.
But, since she loved to eat it so, he had thought of this new twist. And now, praise be, they were going to do it.
He pulled out smoothly, a large drop of their mingled fuck juices hanging from the head of his cock.
He turned easily and aimed his prick where he thought he could make out the mouth, and felt it close on him with a wet, warm suction. He heard a female "Mmmmmm!" of satisfaction and pleasure just as he turned his face to the center of the mass of dark hair.
He gripped her exactly as he had the day before, his arms around her thighs, his hands inside, holding her pussy open. He could smell the richness of her open cunt, with something new added to the ripe aroma-the smell of his cock, of his semen. ,He licked boldly in the steaming pussy, going down to the hole, where he found it very slick. He covered the hole with his mouth and sucked easily, getting a big load of cum juice. Once again he sucked, and got a little more, which he rolled around his tongue. He often tasted his seed when he jerked off, and loved its richness and its significant feel of life.
He kept the warm mouthful under his tongue, and sucked once again, this time feeling that he had gotten most of it.
His prick pulled out of the woman's mouth with a pop, and he heard a wailing cry of protest, which he stilled by covering those soft lips with his own.
Then, slowly, as if he had done this for years, the boy carefully pushed the mingled cum juices into his partner's mouth.
He had one arm around her shoulders as she turned her face up for this cummy treat, and with his other hand, he kneaded her full, tender breasts. They seemed firmer than yesterday, but the big, swollen nipples were the same, and the female body responded with a fucking motion as he fed her his cream.
When it was all passed between them, and Joe had swallowed just a little for his share, he said huskily: I'll see if there's any more," and the choked voice came to him: "Oh. please do!"
Once again he spread her lovely thighs apart and plunged his face into that open cunt. His prick was now completely clean, but he felt the soft, slick mouth close warmly around it again.
This time, he was as much concerned with sucking the pussy itself as he was about sucking out the last drops of his seed, and he knew he was doing a good job because the tender body he held was moving in a responsive motion, fucking up at his now skilled tongue just as it had yesterday.
And Ellen, secure in the disguising dark, let herself go in this new treat. Getting sucked out! Wow! Char would wet her panties when she heard this!
The boy's lips and tongue were so sweeet, so wise! Could her mother have taught him all of this in such a short time? It did not seem likely. Not that she was putting down her mother, but Ellen doubted that anyone, no matter how brilliant, could have taught so much so soon. No, this was an instinct, a natural thing.
And the young girl, never fucked before, who had given Joe as brilliant a fuck as he would ever get, wondered wistfully if she would ever have such talent.
She felt a bright flash of orgasm fire in her young vagina as Joe sucked gently at her clitoris, and he opened her thighs wider to get the feeling of blowing it out of her fuck hole.
While her firm young buttocks beat up and down on the bed, and Joe held on to her thighs and hips, she sucked his soft prick until it hardened into rock-hard rigidity inside her mouth.
Now Joe was above her, fucking into her tonsils, sucking all over her achingly tender cunt as it was opened to him by her position and his stretching fingers.
His thighs held her breasts tightly against her rib cage,-and they were warm and tingly from her one huge orgasm and the several smaller ones. Her nipples seemed almost as big as small, hard pricks, now that passion had swollen them.
She was breathing easily and steadily as Joe fucked his massive cock deep down into her throat, drawing in a deep breath as it almost pulled out all the way, holding her breath while his mouth-filling prick came back, and exhaling on the next stroke. It was all a part of the rhythms of love, and she knew that the feel of the plunging prick, touching the erotic zones of her mouth and lips, was making her enjoy Joe's sucking of her cunt all the more.
She could feel the warm breath from his nostrils blowing into the sensitive area just below her cuntal opening, into the sweaty crack of her tender young ass. What a marvelous experience, to have all this on one's first experience with a fuck. How could she have been so lucky? How could Joe have been so good?
She sensed a new urgency in Joe's loins. He was fucking faster, now, and she had to get her breath as best she could. But she had an idea of her own, and one she thought Joe would like.
When his prick pulled out almost all the way, with the head at her lips, she grasped it firmly in one smooth, girlish fist, and held it in her mouth while she washed her strong, agile tongue around it.
It did not stop or slow up Joe as he licked her, and she knew that he was getting a terrific sensation in his cockhead.
As he licked and sucked at her pussy, his thighs still enclosing her tender and sensitive breasts, she once again felt, to her surprise and joy, the rising of another wave of dark fire deep within her young loins, the swelling of a coming storm or orgasm.
In a paroxsym of lust, she drew her strong thighs back and clutched the boy's head in between them. She was not entirely unconscious of what she was doing, but she simply wanted to press his face more deeply into her writhing cunt. And he, too, was caught up in this fiery storm of heat and sexuality.
He shouted in a muffled way into the slippery clutch of Ellen's thighs and cunt: "OH, GOD! OH, GOOD JESUS! SUCK ME, BABY! SUCK IT ALL OUT OF ME! LET ME BLOW IT IN YOUR MOUTH! OH, FRIEDA! FRIEDA! HOLD ME AND SUCK ME! GOD! IT'S SOOOO GOOOODDD!"
Ellen, determined to get the most out of this first experience, was now sucking Joe's plunging cock as if it were a big plum full of juice and flavor, her lips and tongue polishing the big spongy head. Neither of them was any longer in full control of his senses.
When Joe started to cum, he was almost as surprised as Ellen was.
She felt his prick grow even larger and harder inside her hand and her mouth, then felt that marvelous, spurting jet of male seed and she tasted the protein richness of its flavor. It gave her the added stimulus her hot young pussy needed, and the lurking orgasm, held achingly around her girlish womb, blasted out in a swirl of heat that shook her well built body. Next time, she thought, I'll let him cum first, so I won't get my own feelings mixed with his.
They lay quietly after this second hurricane of lust had swept them, and Joe, as he had with Frieda, had his head on the feminine shoulder, marveling at its softness, and at the rich, ripe sharpness of woman-sweat. In the dark, he turned his face and kissed where arm and shoulder met, feeling the soft body stiffen in response..
"That was even better than yesterday, Frieda," he said happily. "Fucking is better, isn't it? I know you said that some men like it better when a lady sucks their joint. But sticking it into a warm, slick cunt-wow! That's even better!"
The young girl trembled with pleasure. Her masquerade had been a total success. But that was the least of it.
Having flirted with sexual danger since she was twelve, she had now gone all the way. And it had been wonderful. Better than she had ever dared think it would be.
"It's never very good the very first time," an older girl had told her when she was thirteen. "Because you can't help being scared and nervous.
Well, she had been somewhat scared, possibly nervous. But this had been her caper, and she had been in charge. Usually, she knew, the boy was the leader, and things .ad to be done to suit him. But this was different.
Acting in the character of her mother, and actually feeling much older and wiser than Joe, she hugged him and said: "Thank you, Joey. Yes, I think that fucking is the best. But sucking is very nice, too. Don't you think so?"
He fondled one of her breasts, still swollen and tender from the strength of her orgasms, and gently mouthed one of her big nipples, he felt of his prick. He could hardly believe he had had it in Frieda's pussy, twisting and plunging, battering something deep inside her. He was curious about it.
"What did you call that thing I was hitting with my dick?' he asked. "I had my fingers on it yesterday. You had a name of it-Sir-something or other."
The girl almost giggled, but remembered her character.
"My cervix, dear," she whispered. "It's the mouth of my womb. You know, where babies grow in a lady."
He began to have a strange feeling about all of this; he could not have said why.
"Why are we whispering?" he asked.
"Because I don't know when Ellen will be back," she said in a flash of inspiration. It was really great, fooling this big lovable, wonderful guy.
"Maybe I'd better get going," Joe replied. "I wouldn't want to cause you any trouble."
After he had dressed and left, going through the hedge into his own backyard, he broke into a broad grin.
"Hot damn!" he whispered. "Boy, did I ever get fucked! And sucked, too, by God!"
Man, that Frieda was something else! Well, she had told him she was going to do it-now she had done it. Given him everything.
He walked around the familiar confines of his home, occasionally looking at himself in the mirror, unable to believe that this experience hadn't changed him, turned him into a man.
But he still looked the same.
He dropped into an easy chair in the living room and turned on the television set, feeling relaxed and comfortable.
He heard something land on the porch and knew that it had to be the evening newspaper, so he went outside to get it.
He got the paper. But he also got the shock of his life.
With unbelieving eyes, with his mouth hanging open, he saw Frieda Haynes drive her car into the driveway next door.
Frieda! His mind reeled for a moment, then expanded in a bright light to tell him what had happened.
He, Joe Erwin, who was afraid of girls in a one-on-one situation, had fucked and sucked, and been fucked and sucked by, Ellen Haynes!
CHAPTER SIX
There was a manly quality in Joe Erwin that seemed to grow and blossom as he realized what had happened-and that the girl, Ellen, had been bold enough and sharp enough to make the most of an opportunity. He had no way of knowing how it had come about, but he was pleased. He had learned something of extreme interest about girls-that they could be cool and tricky. And hot. Hot enough to go after cock when they wanted it.
The more he thought. about it, the more amazing it became. He had thought that girls were shy, and indifferent to sex, that a man or boy had to "work up a piece", pursue, wrestle with, speak of love, and otherwise court a girl they intended to fuck. All of this in spite of the lessons he got from John Cox.
Now, he felt he knew a great truth, and that he would never again be fooled by a girl's play-acting at being hard to get.
As he thought of the very slight differences between Ellen and her mother, he experienced a twinge of regret that he had not known of the deceit. How great it would have been to know but to go along, to notice the differences and enjoy them.
He recalled that he had thought the fake Frieda's cunt was milder in taste, that he had attributed that to a shower. And that her titties seemed firmer, although the bloated nipples were about the same.
These thoughts naturally gave him a hard-on, and this pleased him as much as the deceit put on him by the daughter.
He looked out through the Venetian blinds to see Ellen, now a lovely picture in her scanty bikini, walking out of the Haynes front gate with a beach towel over her arm.
Feeling more manly and grown up than ever, since his peter had not let him down, he waited a few minutes and then slipped over to Frieda's.
She met him with affection and enthusiasm, hugging him fiercely and running her long tongue into his mouth as they kissed.
"Come on in, baby," she said, all in a rush. "I said in my note that I'd be gone all day, but the rush slacked up, and the manager sent me home. Now, I'm so happy! You came, after all!"
He let her pull him along to her bedroom, smiling. A note? One that said she wouldn't be home? That accounted for Ellen's bold move. Now he understood, and his pleasure grew as he thought about it. Some chick, that Ellen! Some kind of guts!
While Frieda undressed him, he reached around her to untie the string of her store apron, and buried his face in the cleavage of her big, firm titties. Of course, they were bigger than Ellen's. But hot by much. There was a different smell about her too, but he knew what that was. Sweat from a hard morning of work. He had to respect Frieda, as well as admire her and desire her.
He deliberately nestled on her shoulder, in his familiar position, head on her shoulder with his cheek rubbing the soft, sleek breast.
He could hardly wait to get his hand on her cunt, though, and he began to kiss her while his right hand went to her crotch.
The woman moaned in satisfaction and response, and humped her gorgeous haunches up and down, feeling the crawling stretch as his two fingers went swiftly into the sensitive areas of her vagina. Always so much fun, these boyish preliminaries! Why did so many men ignore them after they were grown? She felt a new rush of affection for this boy, an instinctive lover.
She put her hand down between his legs and felt a deeper thrill of pride in him. His cock was really man-size!
She gave it a gentle squeeze, and pulled the thick, soft skin up over the head, then down.
She disengaged her mouth from his and said breathlessly "You're so great! Always hard for me."
He laughed. Greater than you think, baby, his mind said. J banged your daughter and screwed her in the head. And with all that, I can still get it up.
But somehow, this lusher body seemed all the more exciting to the impressionable boy, and he suddenly longed to take Frieda as he had taken her daughter.
He screwed his fingers deeper into her, feeling the slick, smoothly rounded cervix. That Ellen! She'd played her part to perfection! Talking to him as she were really her mother, making a small boy out of him. Well, he had his own idea of how to pay Miss Smart Ass for that.
He sucked on one of the big, coarsely grained nipples, pretending to bite it, and noticed how the cunt closed on his fingers.
Kid though he was, he realized that this was a marvelous talent. And Ellen, a kid of his own age, had it, too. It was almost spooky, how much mother and daughter were alike.
He gave his fingers a final twist in the slick, hot flowing cunt and pulled his face away from Frieda's.
"You know, Frieda," he said, "you promised me we'd go all the way today." His voice was teasing but firm, and the grown up woman felt a deep thrill. This boy was a man!
She slipped her hand down to his big balls, tightly drawn up against his pole of hard flesh as they prepared to shoot another load.
"What did you have in mind, darling Joey?" she asked in a hoarse whisper. "I think I'm ready for anything."
Her quick compliance slowed him. All he could think about really, was the idea he had had for Ellen. And why not? It was a good idea.
"I want to stick it in you and fuck you," he said quickly. "And then suck my load out of you and feed it to you. That way," he explained, "you can have twice as much fun. You said it was great for me to want to fuck, didn't you? But you liked my jism, too, right? So this way, my way, you get both!"
"I think that would be just lovely," she said. "Listen, do you want me to turn off the light, or would you like the drapes more open? I want you to see me, you know. OOOOHHH! SUCK MY TITTY! OHHHH! GREAT!"
She trembled and breathed noisily as her loins jerked.
"Do you know what I just did?" she asked. "I had a cum just from you sucking on my titty. Wow, am I hot today!" she played with his balls again, then stroked him across his belly.
"I want to suck him a little bit, first," she whispered. "OOOOOHH! HE'S SO NICE AND BIG!"
She pivoted on one hip and got her mouth just above Joe's swaying stalk of peter. She had lit a bedside lamp, and he could see her full lipped red mouth as she licked it with her tongue.
She held the stem of his cock carefully, and gently put her moist red lips over the head. Joe felt an electric sensation that went all the way to his balls. She was sucking only the head, as she had yesterday. As though it were a big, juicy plum and she was sucking the juice out of it.
The long session with Ellen had not left him drained, but he felt absolutely confident that he could control his cum for a long time, maybe an hour.
In mock concern, he asked: "Aren't you afraid that Ellen will come in and catch us? Isn't she due home pretty soon?"
Frieda took the prick out of her warm mouth and grinned.
"I'll chance that," she said. "For this," and she shook his hard prick. "Actually," she confessed, "Ellen has gone over to Charlene Johnson's house. I think they're going swimming."
She felt the stir of his hand rubbing on the hairy softness of her mound, and made a fucking motion at him.
"Now," she said hoarsely, "I'm ready and you're ready. So let's fuck, baby. You said that's what you wanted. Well, here it is. OOOOOHHHH! GIVE IT TO ME, JOEY!"
She was flat on her back, and the light showed that her swelling inner lips had pushed the thick, hairy outer lips open. There was the slickness of her clear, thick pussy juice shining on the red slash, and Joe felt a surge of triumph. He hadn't been made a fool of; the joke was on someone else. He had fucked this lovely woman's lovely daughter. Now he would fuck her.
He kneed his way into the space between Frieda's thighs, and rembered that he had aimed too high for Ellen's fuck hole.
He grinned at the woman, who grinned back, and, when she humped her fine ass again, he said: "Raise it up to me, so I can get into it easier."
"I'll put it in myself," Frieda answered.
"How about that, Joey? Give me your dick, sweet boy!"
She took his hard cock in one hand and spread her outer lips wider open with the other. Now that she was more open, Joe could see that a trickle of the crystal juice was running out of her hole, trickling its way through the hair between cunt and asshole.
He moved his body imperceptibly closer as the woman rubbed his organ up and down in the soft, slick valley of her cunt, picking up a thick, oozing film of her natural lubricant.
When that was done her body made a movement as if it were impatient with the waiting, and Frieda closed her eyes as she pulled the big cock down and into her.
At first, as his cock went in, Joe thought that Ellen's was much tighter. Then the muscles closed on him and his sensitive prick told him there was no real difference. Frieda's was just as tight, but a seemingly different kind of tight-you could get into her easily only if she relaxed those cunt muscles. And she or her pussy were probably more practiced or more eager.
Her wide hips, her smoothly rounded belly, all of the lower part of her body, began to move in a figure-eight motion, and gently up and down at the same time. He was so fascinated that he held his weight and body up on stiff arms to watch the curiously beautiful gyration of that gorgeous body.
He could see plainly how that cunt rose and fell, could see his dick, now bathed in that slick pussy juice, went out Of sight and back into the open. He was not moving, but his tool was, or seemed to be, going in and out of that wonderfully muscled vagina. He was being fucked.
Some instinct made him time his movements so that, when Frieda's cunt rose to him again, he pushed his loins forward to bury his organ deeper in that seething clutch of warm tissue deep inside her. It was no trick to pull out as she lowered herself in the marvelously insistent rhythm.
When his body was on hers, Frieda kissed him, losing her tongue in the warm depths of the boy's eager mouth. The double contact and penetration made her even hotter, and she helplessly went into a staccato increase as the stored up orgasm began to pour out like a wave of red fire.
She could feel each plunge of his big peter, and she fancied she could even feel his foreskin roll back as the experienced inner muscles skinned it back.
Her breasts, already heavy with her passion, now seemed to large for her, and the rich blood which pounded through each blue vein gave them a tingling sensitivity almost unbearably wonderful.
Joe, proudly realizing that he was making this gorgeous woman cum while he was far from it, was conscious of the warmth and elasticity of those breasts imprisoned between them.
Her voice was blasting into his ears, and he was surprised that both mother and daughter gave similar vocal salutes to the power of their orgasms.
"POUR IT IN ME, JOEY BABY!" Frieda screamed. "FUCK THAT BIG, HARD COCK INTO ME! OHHHHH! YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM! SO GOOD! OHHHHH! FUCK ME HARDER! FUCK ME, BABY BOY!
AAARRRGGGHHH!"
He was so entranced by this evidence of Frieda's heat, which in fact was also evidence of his sexual proficiency, that he stopped the motion of his loins, letting his organ know the rich, oozing joy of being ground by a juicy, talented cunt.
It was like nothing he had ever known before, or dreamed before. Not even in his most imaginative jerk-offs. To lie wallowing in this busily moving, steadily juicing sleeve was more than he had ever expected from sex.
But he was also aware, viewing the matter from some cool spot in his controlled young mind, that Ellen had had much the same talent.
He was more deeply interested in the fine strokes of fucking than any sixteen year old is likely to be. The peculiar circumstances which had led Mrs. Haynes to jerk him off, the unbelievable adventure of having her daughter not only fuck him, but lay herself open to discovery, had given him a tremendous series of sexual lessons, all in a couple or three days. tie squeezed both of her bloated breasts in his hands, letting most of his weight press on Frieda's belly, and when she felt the hot wire of titty pleasure flow into her cuntal areas, her inner muscles again danced on the big, hard peter.
She held his face to hers. They were both dripping sweat, and the wonderful outpouring of fuck juice gave Frieda a feeling of sinking in a warm puddle of sensuality.
Somehow, her cunt felt as swollen as her breasts, and as tender, so that when Joe, eager to get his own load off, began to pour prick into her again, she screamed.
"NO! NOOOOO! PLEASE, JOEY, DON'T DO IT NOW! DON'T FUCK ME AGAIN! OHHHHH! PLEASE! PLEASE! IT HURTS ME! HONEST!"
But her pleas made him all the more passionate, all the more intent of getting his nuts off in this cunt which seemed to love him and hate him at the same time.
There was one dreadful moment when it seemed to the hot-blooded woman as if she would pass out, as if this wild boy would fuck her to death. Her clitoris was so inflamed, the lining of her cunt so fierily sensitive, she felt she could not take the rub of that big peter, no matter how well lubricated.
But then a miracle occurred. The intense pain turned to a pleasure equally intense, and she promptly had another, smaller orgasm, continuing as he fucked into her, and then another.
She had heard of series orgasms, and realized that she was experiencing one. Also, now that she could take her rightful joy in this small miracle, she clung to the strong boy's big arms and forced herself up at him with new desire.
The smell of sex, the rankly attractive odors of their combined sweat, and the beautiful body heaving against him sent young Joe Erwin into the preliminary delights of orgasm.
Once again he lay still, swelling his cock inside Frieda, letting her trained cunt muscles play and writhe against his overheated cock.
But Frieda was too intense in her sexual joy to lie passively. While Joe lay on her, his powerful body almost a dead weight, the woman continued to fling herself up at his prick, one small but dynamic orgasm follwing the other, until she was exhausted.
They lay still a long time, heaving and panting, until at last Frieda rolled Joe off of her, but kept his cock inside her pussy, so that they lay face to face on their sides, joined at their crotches, but unmoving.
Frieda kissed the big boy tenderly.
"I wouldn't have believed that any guy could control himself and his jism that long and that well," the woman said at last. "It's hard to believe that you're just sixteen, and that all of this is new to you."
Some echo of orgasm trembled in her body, and her cunt crawled lightly over the boy's sensitive dick. It made him fuck against her automatically, and she kissed him again.
"That was so good, Joey," she whispered. "So wonderful. Are you going to do that other thing you said?"
He laughed.
"Suck you out?" he asked. "You better believe it! That's the best part."
He pulled out swiftly and laughed as Frieda clapped a hand over her split. This would be as good as it had been with Ellen. He wondered what the girl was thinking, now, about their experience, and if she was still hot from it, as he was.
He had his face at Frieda's cuntal spread in a second, and his smeared cock at her lips. He let her suck his cock in and wrap her tongue around it before he sucked her.
He was immediately aware of the differences between Frieda and her daughter. And he had been right about the difference in flavor. Frieda was much ranker, much gamier. But it was a beautiful difference, and made this into an almost brand new experience.
There was, indubitably, more hair on Frieda's belly and outer lips, and much more around her asshole. And it stirred something in him, some well of grown up manhood, so that, between licks of her pussy, he diverted his tongue and thrust his muscular tongue as deep as it would go into her anus.
Her body quivered each time he took this unusual path to sexual novelties and surprises. And he found that the lining of Frieda's rectum was as slick as the inside of her vagina.
When he had his mouth full of his-and-hers juices, Joe pulled his prick out of the protesting woman's mouth, and put his face to hers.
She was swept by new admiration for this young boy, whose mind dealt so freely with imaginative pleasures.
She loved the taste of cock juice, and getting it this way, in slow sips and mingled with her own tastiness, made it seem twice as good.
She held her left arm around Joe's body, pulling him down so that his weight would mash her heavy, sensitive breasts. With her right hand, she reached for his pinkly clean cock, pressing it strongly but gently between her fingers.
When she had this mouthful, Joe again went to her cunt and held it open, and this time he not only siphoned out the remainder of his cum, but also licked up and down in the slick valley where her inner lips still were fat and puffed-out from all their fun.
The recollection of the continuous orgasm still lived in the raw nerve end of her cuntal linings, and Frieda groaned around the fat cock in her mouth. Although it was clean as a whistle, she liked the idea and the feel of it in her mouth, and she tongued it gently as Joe's licking pleasured her.
When he had the last bit of fuck juice out of Frieda's pussy, he held her head in the crook of his arm and pressed his lips on hers, slowly feeding the rich protein treat into her eager mouth.
His cock felt wonderful and so did he. Both he and Frieda were lathered with sweat, and the room was chokingly filled with the sour-sweet smells of lust.
Long after Joe went home, he continued to enjoy the taste and smell of Frieda's gamy cunt.
He thought of the riches he had uncovered next door. A woman who needed his attentions badly, and a young girl who seemed to need him equally. He was content.
The picture of the girl as a dull white shadow in the dark intrigued him. He knew she was built almost the same as her mother, but he longed to see and feel those differences which also existed.
At last he went out on the porch and sat at ease in one of the webbed aluminum chairs. He was happy and excited with what he knew was going to happen.
Since Ellen had on beach sandals, she was almost on him before he saw her. Her tan seemed a little deeper, and her fine breasts strained the inadequate triangle of fabric which made up the bra of her bikini.
The girl slowed her pace and smiled uncertainly at Joe as he came down the sidewalk to intercept her.
He spoke and she answered: "Hello, Joe," and looked over his head to avoid meeting his eyes.
He looked her over slowly, smiling. There was no getting away from it. She had her mother's full figure, even at sixteen. Frieda might be just a shade larger in the breasts, perhaps an inch bigger around the hips and thighs, but they were very alike.
He leaned over his fence in a confidential way and said: "Ellen?" on a rising note.
She flushed, the red tide sweeping all over her lush body.
"Yes, Joe," she replied. "What is it?"
He licked his kips.
"Next time," he said in a low voice, "I want the draperies open when we fuck!"
The girl whirled away from him as the impact of the words was physical. Her head was high and her face was flaming as she opened her own gate and went into her yard.
But Joe watched, and saw that she was smiling.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Joe Erwin was not a bad kid. He loved his mother, and appreciated what she did for him. This morning he got up before his mother left for her work in the Mission Hotel.
Even though she worked hard at a somewhat menial position, and although she occasionally drank too much after work, she was still a good looking woman, still looked younger than her years.
Joe made his own bed and went out and kissed his parent.
"Hi, mom," he said. "Are you going to have time for breakfast with me?"
She hugged him to her ample breasts.
"No, Joey," she answered. "I'll go in now and catch the tail end of the breakfast business. You know who they are-the rich old dudes and dames who eat late. They're not the best tippers, but they're pretty good."
She pointed at their refrigerator.
"I brought home a thick slice of ham last night," she said. "And a couple of sweet rolls. They ought to make you a good breakfast. Go back to bed afterward, and catch a few winks. You look tired."
He smiled at her and got up and hugged her again. She had on her working uniform, with "Redwood Room" embroidered on one pocket and "Faith" on the other. Her breasts were wonderful, and Joe, now aware of such fragrances, noted that his mother gave off the same perfume from her ample cleavage as Frieda.
Well, except that his mother was blonde and Frieda was dark, they were very much alike in age and build.
After Joe had finished his big breakfast and done the dishes, he thought with deep affection of his mother. Of what she did for him, and of how hard she worked to support them both.
"Slinging hash is not an easy dollar," he said aloud. "I know, mom says it's a hell of a lot more money than she could make in an office, but it's a hard buck."
He felt suddenly grateful for his mother and her goodness. Women didn't have it too easy, he was beginning to find out. And when they were his mom's age-and Frieda's age-they need sex. And it either had to be with some fly-by-night traveling salesman or handled furtively, sending your kid off to a movie show, giving him an extra couple of bucks and saying "Treat your friends to a coke or a sandwich."
He thought of Frieda, too, and of her courage. That dumb Ellen might have walked in on them any time, and then where would Frieda have been. There was something wrong about it.
While he was thinking of his mother, and of that sweetly familiar odor that came from a woman's breasts, he was aware that, especially by drawing the comparison with Frieda, he was hedging around the perimeters of another subject. His mother's cunt.
It gave him a quiver of superstitious fear, just mentally acknowleging the fact that his mom even had a cunt.
"Jesus, I'm not a mother fucker," he whispered. But he knew that his mother was sexually attractive, and, if she was as much like Frieda as he thought, sexually vulnerable.
He thought of Dolly Patton, too-the one he called "Aunt Dolly." He thought of the size and firmness of those big tits, and of the rich flow of juice he had gotten his hand into a day two before. Somehow, the mere fact that the woman did not wear panties made her seem more sexy to the boy.
Where did Dolly get her kicks? He would bet that that one couldn't live without getting her pussy crammed every once in a while. But she lived alone, with no kid to cramp her style.
It suddenly made him see himself and his mother as a partnership, but with his mother furnishing everything.
He got on his bike and rode downtown, a matter of less than a mile. He went by Jeroma & Murray's, a speed shop, and waved. They had a used Vespa scooter, an old one, but in good shape, that he could get for this good bike and fifty bucks. He wanted to go to work and make enough to pay the fifty, but Mom had said no dice, she wanted him to enjoy this summer before football season started and he had to go to work.
"I'll find the money for you, Joey baby," she had said. "You need to have some fun. You're only young once."
He turned into the parking lot by the Red Cross Pharmacy and stopped in a shower of sand with a power-slide. John Cox was sitting there on his motor scooter.
Somehow, the thinking he had done, skirting all around his mother's reality as a sexual entity, had made him less anxious to see his friend.
But he said: "Hi, Johnny. Why aren't you out screwing the Baron twins, or some other little kids?"
"Ho-ho-ho!" the tall boy answered. "Listen to who's criticizing me! A guy that screws old ladies. Or say he does. How come, with all this fifteen, sixteen-year-old stuff around?" Joe laughed.
"I never said anything bad about screwing sixteen-year-olds. It's the little kids that I'm scared of."
He clapped his friend on the shoulder. After all, John knew that Joe had never had any pussy in his life until the past few days. And John had tried to help him get his ashes hauled, many a time. But John looked at Joe curiously. There was the ring of confidence and truth in Joe's voice.
"I'm beginning to believe you're on the level with me," he said. "Would you say that sixteen-year-old girls are as smart as their mothers?" He eyed Joe carefully.
Joe laughed.
"You'd better believe it," he said proudly. "Anything that big mama does, little daughter does. Fuck. Suck. Whatever."
John took him by the shoulder and rocked him back and forth.
"Hey, wait!" he exclaimed. "Things are falling into place. You've got to be talking about your new neighbors. Wow! You mean you screwed that good looking checker at the super market? And her daughter?"
He clapped his hand to his forehead.
"Man, you did make out like gangbusters! What'ser-name, Ellen, she's as good as anything in this town. And nobody ever got in her neat little pants. And her ma's even better!"
He solemnly shook Joe's hand. "Maybe I ought to have you helping me to get some pussy," he said, openly proud of his friends's exploit. "Man, I'd sure like to get some of that, myself!" He bowed low and said: "I mean it. You ought to fix me up with either one."
Joe laughed a little self-consciously.
"Come off it, Johnny," he said. "You really know me. You know I'm no cocksman. Anyhow, we couldn't go there now. Ellen's at summer school and her mom's working."
But he was wrong. Ellen had skipped school. She was at the home of her friend, Charlene Johnson, and the two girls were talking very, very seriously.
They had been trying on Char's clothes, and they were not only naked, they felt quite at home with each other, because they were, in the truest sense of the word, best friends.
Charlene laughed and touched Ellen's pussy with her finger.
"You mean that you actually and honestly got this cute little old cunt plugged yesterday?" she asked. "I just can't believe it! And I wouldn't, either, if you hadn't sworn it on your mother's health."
"Well, it's true," Ellen said, her young face flushed. "It was just like I said-easy because it wasn't me in that dark room. It was my mom."
"I know you've always liked that guy," Charlene observed. "Who could blame you? He's so cute and so innocent! He doesn't even date."
"He sure knew what to do to me," Ellen giggled. "But you should have seen me, Char. You'd have been proud of me. Golly, and the first time I ever did it, too!"
She was beginning to get hot all over again, thinking of that big prick stretching her young but mature body, and her pal could tell it.
With genuine affection, Charlene held Ellen close to her, and felt down in the other girl's naked crotch. She had been getting hotter, too.
She had two fingers in Ellen's cunt and was rubbing vigorously, and the dark girl was moaning: "OH, CHAR! IT FEELS SO GREAT, BABY! LET ME GET INTO YOURS! OHHHHH!"
They thrashed on the bed, these two teenagers who had grown in sex together, experimenting together, going as far as they dared, loved sex too much to fear it.
"I can't stand this!" Ellen cried. "I love you. Char, and you're my best friend, but I'm tired of finger-fucking. I want more! I need more!"
The other girl sat up, her face flushed, and looked at Ellen shyly. "We've done about everything two girls can do to each other," she said. "I've fucked you with zucchinis and bratwurst and bananas. And sliced them off, afterward. And you've done the same for me. What do you mean, you want more? What else? Or don't you have the guts to say it?"
"That's just a black lie," Ellen said. "You know exactly what I meant, because we've talked about it."
"Yeah," Char said. "Talked about it. And we never have done anything."
Ellen held her friend and sobbed.
"Don't you mean," she whispered. "I just got to thinking of how good Joe's mouth felt on my pussy. Listen, you know as well as I do that we're not Lesbians. We both read about some ladies who liked men and women, too.
Bi-sexual, they call them." She raised her tear-stained face and kissed the other girl, tonguing her deeply. They held on to each other, pressing their firm young breasts together, nipple on nipple, their flesh tmgling with heat and need.
When they pulled apart, they were panting and smiling. Some bridge seemed to have been crossed.
"I know our problem," Ellen whispered. "We both want to do that, but we're both afraid to start it. To say it. Well, kid, I'm not going to be that way any more! I'll be the butch!"
She put her arm around Charlene and pulled her down on the bed. They were kissing again, and Ellen worked her two longest fingers into the other girl's cunt. She worked the fingers in and out, together, then plunged them in deep and worked them separately, like the legs of a little man, running. Charlene groaned with heat and pleasure.
When they broke off the kiss, Ellen, still lying partly on one of her friend's breasts and looking her in the eyes, licked her juicy fingers and laughed.
"We've always done that," she said. "Finger-fucking each other and licking our fingers. Well, I'm going to kiss your cunt until you squeal for mercy. If I lick it off my fingers, why shouldn't I go to the source?" she patted her friend on one smooth hip and said: "Roll on your side, darling. I'm so hot I've got to do something. And I just have the feeling that, if I suck on your pussy, that you'll suck on mine!"
Charlene Hughed raggedly and clung to Ellen, kneading one of her breasts. She was laughing and crying.
"What's the best way to do this thing?" she asked. "Oh, kid! I'm so glad you had the guts to say something!"
Ellen kissed her. "Your feet up above my head," she answered, "and my feet above yours. Your head, I mean," and a thin laugh made her teeth chatter. "I was flat on my back, and Joe was on top of me, holding me open. But I think we can do it on our side. Like, look, you face me and my pussy, and I'll do the same for you. Okay?"
"Okay," answered Charlene. "Oh, baby, I can see juice leaking out of you. And mine's leaking, too. Do I smell strong? I haven't showered today!"
"You smell strong and wonderful and beautiful," Ellen said. "OOOOOHHH! I WANT TO TASTE IT!"
She drew her under leg up, bent at the knee.
"See? she asked. "That's a pillow for your cheek. The inside of my thigh. You do the same, okay?"
The other girl complied and Ellen found that her idea was exactly right. With her cheek on the smoothness of Charlene's thigh, her mouth was just an inch from the cunt which, suddenly, she craved with all her being. But it was not open.
She patted the girl's other leg.
"Raise this one up over me," she said in a hoarse whisper. "Pull it up. Bend your knee. Like this," and she raised her own thigh up over the warm smooth shoulder.
"Oh, lovely," she sighed as the cunt before her face became a long slit, partly open, with Char's inner lips protruding out between her thick, well-haired outer lips.
She hesitated for a moment. Not because of any doubt about what she wanted, but to heighten the joy of completion.
Then, with a deep sigh of contentment, she pressed her lips into the flowing slit of her friend, just as Charlene did exactly the same sweet service for her.
It was all she had expected, and more.
For several years, the two girls had played with each other's pussies, pretending one of them was a boy. She knew the feel of the soft, slick lining of Charlene's pussy, the richness of the juices that flowed from it, its teasingly delicate odor, which was sometimes strong and delightfully rank. But this was everything-taste, feel, smell, and sight, all in one packet, all together, one sense complementing the others.
But the greatest gift was the feeling that she was giving of herself, giving her friend the same intense pleasure that she was getting. For Char was serving Ellen in the same way.
She could feel the thrust of Char's slick, muscular tongue. One of the first things that they had practiced together had been French kissing. That was when they were twelve, and such things as sex first concerned them. And she had always been amazed at the length and strength of her friend's tongue.
Now it burrowed between her cunt lips, gliding gently and slickly over the inflamed membranes, tapping around the edges of her cuntal opening, now sliding up to her jerking clitoris. Without her ordering it, her body began to respond in slow, gently fucking motions.
It had been wonderful when Joe had sucked the jism out of her. She had been tenderized and sensitized by the wildness of their fuck, her young mind and body completely given over to the joy of that moment.
Joe's sucking mouth and probing tongue had brought her to a new height of sexual pleasure. But now, in this gender moment, she was finding a closeness that the other occasion had not given her.
She moaned in her heat as she twisted her torso and raised her leg more so that Char could get to her better. And, as she did, the other girl took her cue from it, and opened her young body more widely to the delicate attack that Ellen was making on her tenderly flowing cunt.
As she came nearer to a climax, Ellen felt a wave of affection sweep through her. In spite of using Charlene's thigh as a pillow, she now had her arm under and around the girl's leg, and with the other hand, she was holding the light haired pussy open to lick it better.
She had often wondered about the close juncture of her cunt and her asshole. Now, with her nose directly in Charlene's anus, she found that it only made them seem all the more close in spirit as well as in body.
Her breasts were wedged between her rib cage and Char's tummy, and she snuggled closer, wrapped in heat as the warm pressure raced through the sensitive globes.
Charlene was deep in her own fantasy of truimphant sex. She had always loved Ellen, and looked on her as a leader. When they had played their childish games of stink-finger, it had always been Ellen who initiated the finger-fucking, always Ellen who thought up new variations of the game.
When they had begun having mature feelings of sexual need in their barely haired-out twats, it was Ellen's imagination which saw cucumbers, wieners, and Italian squash as prick-like instruments with which they fucked themselves and each other.
Now, with Ellen's hungry tongue boring into her, with the dark girl's full, soft lips caressing the quickened cunt flesh, she gave herself completely to the joy of the moment, her strong young body responding in gentle waves of fire and passion.
She could feel the writhing muscles in Ellen's vagina each time her tongue curled into it, and could feel her friend's body stiffen with response each time she sucked hard on the cuntal opening, gathering in the wonderful, slimy treasure of pussy juice.
She took her cum-smeared mouth smiling with lust and shining from Charlene's generous flow of cum juice, answered: "Go ahead, baby. Don't wait for me!"
Ellen was happy that she was doing such a good job on the blonde girl. You have to have it done to you, she thought, before you can know how to give it to someone else.
She was caught up in a complex web of passion.
She and Char had always been close, had always gone as far as they dared with each other, anxious to learn and to share the fun that springs naturally from around a girl's pussy. They had learned to make each other cum by experiment and experience, so that when they did finally get hold of pseudo documentaries on sex, with their brightly colored photographs showing every possible variation, they found that they had little to learn aside from medical terms.
She held Char around her strong young thighs, so beautifully rounded, so smooth and warm, and looked deep into the cunt she was devouring with such pleasure.
Its inner lips were swollen and slick, their color now a deep pink because all the surface veins were charged with red blood. Charlene was so hot, that her little fuck hole, usually closed by bubbly membranes, hung open, softly throbbing.
In a spasm of passion, she suddenly sucked on that open hole with all her force, while her chin rubbed the other girl's hard and jerking clitoris.
She felt Char's body stiffen, then the other girl's arms locked around her thighs, and she clung to her friend who was thrashing on the bed.
"OH. GOD!" Charlene screamed.
"OH GREAT GOD ALMIGHTY! IT'S SO SWEEEEET! SO WONDERFUL! OOHHHH! OHHHHH! OHHHHH! DARLING! DARLING! SUCK IT GOOD! BABY! OH! THAT'S THE PLACE, ELLEN! SUCK ME! SUCK ME! AAARRRGGGHHH!"
The play of strong young muscles and smooth skin on her belly and breasts had fired Ellen to the cumming point, also. She had felt the vibrations of Char's shouts in the super sensitive lining of her open pussy, and she sucked gently on the other girl's cunt, running her tongue softly into all the dripping folds of the opening.
She tried to imagine what it had tasted like to Joe, when he had sucked his jism out of her pussy. She knew the taste of her own crotch, as well as Char's. Now, having never had more than a bare taste of it before, she knew what a mouthful of boy's cum juice was like.
It was stronger, richer, more flavorful than a girl's. And why not? She had heard or read that one discharge from a male's balls contain at least a half-million living spermatozoa, the tiny pinpoint of life which fertilizes a woman's ovum and creates life in a fetus, which becomes a living, squalling, wetting baby.
She shivered at the thought, remembering most clearly how it had tasted to her when Joe had served it to her on his tonguetip, drop by rich drop. And the very slight difference when she had sucked it out of him, and the undiluted jism had jetted into her mouth and over her taste buds.
So a girl's cum doesn't stand much comparison with a guy's, she thought. Still, Char tastes mighty good.
She relaxed and let her tongue play slowly and delicately over her friends open cunt and all its pinkly dripping surface. She felt marvelously comfortable, although there was an orgasm inside her, fighting to get out.
She moved one hand down and squeezed one of Charlene's pretty titties so hard that her friend's body stiffened. But Ellen knew that this pain, just short of torture, made a girl's breast shoot messages of fierce joy right down through all of the fuck system. She could play with her own titties, mauling them until they ached, and get her ovaries off with just one tickle of her nervous clit.
She tried to spread herself more open for the entrance and play of Char's tongue, and was rewarded with greater activity.
Her body was alternately tensing and relaxing as the cunt hungry Char sucked and nibbled. The blonde girl had found a way of her own devising to pleasure Ellen-drawing her lips tight over her teeth to make them soft, then munching up and down the trough of vein-reddened flesh. Ellen couldn't know what was happening, but she could feel the intense delight of this new pleasure.
Suddenly, it became too much. The red ball of invisible fire burst far up in her twat, scattering its dark sparks through her mind and body. There was a sharp sense of fulfillment, as though her young belly was filled and nourished by sensuality, making her feel as if her cunt were wide open, pouring joy.
"OHHH! OHHHH! OHHHH!" She groaned, burying her face as deep in Charlene's softly rounded cunt Uds as she could. "OH. BABY, IT'S SOOOO GOOOD! FUCKY! FUCKY! FUCKY! SUCKY SUCKY SUCKY! OHHHH! OH, BABY, DO IT TO ME! AAARRRGGGHHHH! AAARRRGGGHHHH!"
When she returned to a normal world, Ellen was lying on her back, her thighs spread wide. An exhausted but happy Charlene was lying beside her. One of her beautiful young tits mashed between her body and the bed.
When she smiled at Char, her friend rolled to her and they kissed lovingly, like sisters reunited after a long parting.
Ellen held her friend's sweet young face tenderly between her hands and looked at her closely. They could look at each other without guilt, without shame, and suddenly the dark girl's heart overflowed with love.
"I'm so glad we did that," she said intensely. "We both know we're not Lesbian. We both know, though, that we've found something marvelous to keep and treasure between us!"
It was almost dark when the girl came home. She came down the sidewalk, her young body swaying, unconsciously flaunting her sexual attractiveness.
Joe Erwin had wondered where she was. After yesterday, he needed some promise for the future. He didn't have the least idea of making a choice between mother and daughter. He didn't know for sure what a commitment was, and wouldn't have wanted to make one if he had.
But he needed something, he wasn't sure exactly what, to reassure him where Ellen was concerned.
He moved quietly out on to the sidewalk as the girl came up to him and slowed, and said in a low voice: "Hello, Ellen."
She said hello and ducked her head, but he put his arm around her and moved into her yard with her, under the trees, where it was darker. There, she stopped and faced him.
He said: "Ellen!" and there must have been some plea in his voice to which she responded, for she moved up to him and put her mouth up for him to kiss.
They stood there in the gathering dark, kissing as if they were trying to ask and answer all questions, and then the girl slipped away.
There was a muted giggle as she ran up on her porch and said: "G'bye!" and Joe was left alone, running his tongue over his lips, his interest and curiosity whetted at the taste of cunt juice the girl had left behind.
CHAPTER EIGHT
This had been a pretty good day for Faith Erwin and Dolly Patton.
It was the last day of the lumberman's convention, and the lumbermen were drunk, playful, and generous. Better yet, the afternoon festivities, which had begun at noon, finished about four, and their boss, smiling, had told them to go home early.
Now they were outside in Faith's car, and they were both tired and happy.
"I'm glad it only happens twice a year," Faith said, "but I'm glad it happens on our shift. I haven't counted the money exactly, but I think I made over fifty bucks in tips."
"I'll bet you earned it, too, kiddo," the cuddly blonde woman replied. "If your guys were anything like mine, you must have finger prints all over your ass." She laughed happily. "And one of those dudes went behind their private bar and gave me this."
She reached into a brown bag and produced a full bottle of Scotch. "Let's go home and celebrate."
They had been nibbling off and on all through the afternoon, and neither was hungry. And both felt singularly light-hearted.
They opened the Scotch in the car and began drinking it, from paper cups, straight and without chasers.
As a result, by the time they got to Faith's, they were both a little high.
"We've got to eat something,!' Faith said, "or this booze will knock us right on our big, useful, all-purpose asses."
Dolly whooped with laughter. "I wish mine got a little more all-purpose use than it's been getting. I'll swear, I'm so horny I'd fuck a he-bear if one ambled along. Where's good old Joe?"
"Next door, I imagine. If he isn't at the beach," Faith answered matter-of-factly. "There's some sixteen-year-stuff over there, and he's taken a sudden interest in it. Here. Have another little drink while I make some coffee."
But Faith never got the coffee done.
Good Scotch, like any other good liquor, has a strange quality. You often get drunk before you know it, simply because the stuff goes down so easily.
Dolly was passing out with her head lolling to the table when Faith got her up and put her in bed in the guest room. She was never a quarrelsome drunk, so she very passively and good humoredly went with Faith and fell on the bed.
Faith helped the little woman with the big titties roll over away from the edge of the bed, and felt her own senses reel.
"Gotta make some coffee," she muttered, but before she could get back to the kitchen, she found herself in her bedroom, trying to undress. The bed looked so comfortable, and she could always get up and make that damned coffee.
The Redwood Room uniforms are made to order. The management takes pride in waitresses with good figures, and orders the uniforms made to the individual's measurements.
Thus, after she got her apron off and the upper part of the under uniform unbuttoned, Faith's big boobs felt uncommonly loose and free.
She was very sleepy, now, but before she yielded to the appeal of her bed, she reached behind her and unfastened the bra which kept the big globes of soft tittly-flesh from bouncing all over the dignified dining room. It was her final effort. So she was wrong about making the coffee.
But she had been right about Joe.
He was next door, and he was making time with his lovely young neighbor.
"Please don't. Joe," Ellen gasped for the twentieth time. He had one hand on her breast, and the other one up her dress. They had been kissing, and she was almost desperate from the heat that rose in her when she felt his prick.
"Don't tell me you don't want to fuck," Joe said between his teeth. "I know you're as hot as I am."
"I am, I am," the girl confessed, her beautiful young face flushed. "But I'm afraid that just as we get started, my mom'll come home and catch us. That would ruin everything."
"Then I've gotta go," Joe said. "I can take just so much."
He was unhappy and frustrated, and the big hard-on that had at first felt so good, and was now a drag, bothered him.
He thought that his house seemed strangely still. Mom had told him she might get off early, but there was no sound of life anywhere in the house.
For the sake of comfort, he opened his fly and let his prick swing out, stroking it gently, briefly considering jerking off. But he thought of the juice cunt he had had his fingers in, and the even juicier split that belonged to Frieda, and decided not to.
He was thinking of the hot, slick hole between Ellen's thighs, and stroking his hard prick gently as he went down the hall toward his room.
What he saw when he glanced into his mother's room brought him up short.
She was lying pretty much as she had fallen on the bed, having been too far gone to move very much. Her uniform skirt was up, quite a bit up, and he could see his mother's fine thighs almost to her ass. He could even see the line of lace at the bottom of her panties. But more than all this, her gorgeous breasts, as big and as firm as Frieda's', were out of the bra, tumbling on the bed as she lay on her side, with one leg bent.
He could not help it. He loved those breasts. Perhaps his preoccupation with them dated back to a time he couldn't remember, when he had drawn the life-giving milk from them with his baby lips.
He got fleeting glimpses of them, sometimes when his mother carelessly left her door open when she was dressing, sometimes when she came in at night to tuck him in like some little kid.
But here they were, loose and free to his gaze.
Breathing shallowly, he dropped on his knees by the bed, his face only inches from those big, warm boobs. Maybe it was imagination, but there seemed to be that same dairy smell about them that had aroused him so with Frieda. Or maybe it was a touch of a memory far back beyond consciousness.
Whatever it was that moved him, it was beyond his control.
Picking up one of the soft, smooth pillows of flesh with both hands, he reverently and tenderly sucked on one of the big nipples, gradually drawing it farther and farther back into his mouth, gradually exerting more and more suction.
He was almost frightened by the effect.
His mother's entire body seemed to move toward him in a sinuous, rolling movement, so that one of his hands, entirely without his volition, slid up the warm, smooth thigh, feeling the slight drag of skin that came from her very light perspiration.
And his mother, without opening her eyes, pressed his face hard against her swollen breasts, then kissed him hard on the mouth, curling her strong tongue in to grasp his own.
For a moment he forgot everything except his hard-on, wanting nothing so much as to fuck this hot woman. But her mouth let go of his, and she moaned: "Bob! Oh, Bob!" which had been the name of his father.
For a moment, he nestled his face into the warmth and softness of those magnificent breasts, then kissed first one and then the other very tenderly, and got up from his knees.
He was trembling slightly as he got to his feet, and he averte.-his eyes from his mother's exposed body as he drew a sheet over her.
He now thought in desperation of masturbating, just to get the pressure of his load of semen off his nuts. He would make it a short one, just to get rid of this feeling which had intensified so as he kissed his mother. And then he had a thought.
Aunt Dolly! Woudn't she be here? She and his mother always got drunk together, and he remembered her laugh as she had tongued him, and her wiggle of delight as he had fingered her cunt.
He breathed faster as he looked into the guest room.
There lay the well built little woman, pretty much as his mom had, but with a difference.
His mother's position of exposure had proved that she wore panties. Aunt Dolly's position clearly showed that she had on none whatever.
Both her chubby but beautiful proportioned thighs were drawn up, and her thick lipped cunt peeped out provocatively between her solid buttocks.
Without hesitation, the boy moved to her bedside, caressed the fat, hairy lips, and gently burrowed with his fingers into the slickness between them.
He was delighted. There was as much live, slick goo in that hole as he had felt on the other occasion, and there was a distinct movement inside as small muscles caressed his fingers.
The big boy heaved a deep sigh. Here was what he wanted. But he was no fool.
He went boldly back to his mother's room, purposely stepping as heavily as possible. When he got to her door he stepped inside, put his hand on his mother's shoulder, and gave her a hard shake. Her marvelous boobs jiggled and rolled, but her face remained impassive, even when he called "Mom!" a couple of times.
"That's safe, then," he whispered to himself, grinning.
He went back to the guest room, where Dolly lay on the bed, and leisurely undressed. "If I'm going to fuck you. Aunt Dolly," he said in a normal tone of voice, "I'm going to do it right."
When he was stripped, he got on the bed, on his knees, and held the woman's cunt open, marveling at the generosity of her cunt fluids, at the way they glistened on the coral pink inner surfaces, so delicately grained, so reddened with the flow of her blood through their surface veins.
In a burst of passion, he lay beside her, but put his face between the woman's firm buttocks, and pressed his lips as deeply as he could into this flowing cluster of slick cunt flesh, sucking a mouthful of the sweetly saline juices into his eager mouth.
Aunt Dolly's body moved slightly, and a small moan of pleasure gladdened Joe's mind.
He now felt all the control in the world, and with a minimum of impatience, he slipped Dolly's apron off and got her dress open, as his mother's had been. He left her bra alone, but looked hungrily at the soft line where the big boobs crushed together.
Edging around, he got one leg over the woman's shoulder, and tried to push his hard prick between the smooth, warm breasts. He was able to separate them with his thumbs, enough to get his cock a couple of inches into that haven of warmth and softness, but her skin was dry and he needed lubrication.
He pulled away and kneed his way around to the woman's big, softly muscled ass.
"I'll stick it in your cunt, Aunt Dolly," he said gaily, "and get it greased up so I can fuck your titties." He remembered what Frieda had told him, that strong language is a part of fucking, and that women like it, too. It was too bad that Aunt Dolly couldn't hear it, but it made his pleasure more intense.
The breadth of the woman's hips made her cunt almost the exact height to take his prick in. He was amazed at the tightness of her vaginal sphincter, having supposed, for some reason, that she would be loose and sloppy.
He was fascinated as he watched the bright red head of his dick go between those fat, hairy lips, seeing them partly dragged into the wet, slick pussy. He pulled all the way out so he could look again upon that pink treasure of slick flesh and membrane, and a clear thread of her juice dripped down, cooling against the inner side of one buttock.
As long as it was out, he bent down again to kiss that inner portion of her pussy that was so slick and pink, and to get another throat-clogging share of that thick, delectable odor. The smell of cunt! How delightful, how sweet it was!
On an impulse of lust, he again put his lips between those other lips of Dolly's, and licked up and down in that gooey slit.
As before, the strong, healthy body moved in response, and the unconscious woman moaned in her alcoholic stupor.
He held her thick pussy lips open this time, watching his cock slowly go out of sight in that warm, slick hole. All the way in, clear to his nuts, clear to the ring of bushy pubic hair around the thick base of his cock.
It had the same warm feeling as when he let his young prick soak in Frieda's cunt, while she was inert from too much fucking. But there was a difference.
Dolly's body wasn't moving, but those happy, trained muscles inside her were enjoying themselves, playing up and down on Joe's shaft. It was like being licked with a dozen tiny little tongues, each of them slick and sloppy with spit.
He took it out and the little woman groaned with the pain of separation from a beloved object. But, when he again kneed around to the front, and held the clamped closure of her fine titties apart and pushed his slick cock in, the moan stopped.
In fact, as he pumped his stiff dick into and out of the warm clasp of that mammary warmth, Dolly moved her body exactly as she were consciously fucking him with her tits.
He was lying on his side, and the fact that he was fucking into the tight space between her boobs from above, his face was near her cunt, and he suddenly thirsted for it, and for the thick, sweet juice which it was pouring out so generously.
He braced himself on one arm and moved Dolly's top leg back until its weight carried her torso over, so that she was lying on her back. He loved the way her bra kept her tits clamped tightly together, giving him such a warm, close-fitting nest of flesh in which to fuck. Now that it was made slick by her inner fluids, it was almost as good as her pussy, and it was a novelty. His ass and balls were right at Dolly's chin, and he thought of how he had reamed his tongue into Frieda's asshole. Or had that been Ellen? It was hard to remember, all of this stuff coming so quickly, all of it together.
But the thought made him wish that Dolly was conscious, so she could lick his balls, or his anus.
He fucked easily between the soft globes of smooth flesh, and held her blonde-furred pussy open so that he could lick and suck in it. It occurred to him that this was truly a captive woman, that he could do anything with her he wanted.
But he didn't want to cum in between her boobs. He was a considerate boy, and he knew it would make Dolly's brassiere messy, so, with no regret, he took one last kiss at her warm, slickly flowing pussy and gently backed away.
In a matter of seconds, he was back where he had been, and he had had so much pleasure fucking into her as she lay on her side that he moved her back into the same position.
He dabbled with his fingers in the slick, clear, fragrant fluid that was slopping up the outer surfaces of her cunt, and was happy to find that Dolly's body moved gently as his fingers fucked into her.
He was so hot, partly from simply being of a hot age, and partly from failure with Ellen and success with Dolly, that his control over his orgasm was fast leaving him.
He took his cum-slicked fingers out of the woman he called Aunt Dolly and, with his other hand, held her hairy outer lips apart so he could see where her clitoris jerked with joy.
"Baby, you're as hot as I am," he said happily. "I wonder if I can make you cum when you're so far out of it."
Joe got on his knees again and inserted the head of his cock into that slick, warm pudding of clinging cunt flesh. As before, he enjoyed the tightness of the little entry, and the moving caress of the woman's cuntal muscles.
He pushed into her slowly, and pulled out with great deliberation, making it last. It was while he was doing this that his eyes and his curious mind began really to see Aunt Dolly's asshole.
Like most boys, he was always surprised when he read or heard about men fucking other men, or fucking women in the ass. He was so literally heterosexual that he felt a woman's principle female part, her cunt, would be all that a man could reasonably want. But that was before he had tried and succeeded with fucking in a cunt, in a woman's mouth, and between her breasts.
As he drew his big cock out, dripping with pussy juice, he saw the rosy, puckered little entry into Dolly's rectum. It was simply too inviting to pass up.
When he took his hard prick out, again getting the same little whine of protest, he tried to stick it into the tightness of Dolly's anal sphincter. It went in part way, perhaps more than an inch, but there it hung, and the woman thrashed on the bed, flailing out with her arms and mumbling.
With his heart thudding in excitement, Joe reached into Dolly's pussy with two fingers and brought them out dripping with the clear, slick juice, which he dabbed plentifully on the twitching anus. Another handful of her slick juice went onto his cockhead, and a third handful to annoint his hard stem.
And this time, he placed his thumbs on either side of the tight little shitter and opened it up until the slick head went deeply into her, and the slick cuntal fluids took care of the rest.
He was afraid for a moment that the unconscious woman might regain her senses, but there was such a gut-deep joy in the fact that he, Joe Erwin, was fucking a grown woman in the ass that he forgot his fears.
There was a peculiar charm in this kind of fucking. The entry was so very, very tight. No wonder it had almost waked Dolly up when he had first tried to get it in her. Inside it was comparatively loose, but there seemed to be some ridged flesh or membrane that felt wonderful to his peter, and he sawed away gently, letting his movements bring his cock right out to the tight part, then rock back into the ridged section.
It occurred to him that the woman's clitoris was not operational at all. and he dug his fingers into the convulsing entry to her twat while his thumb rubbed gently on her little love-bud.
Through her alcoholic haze, Dolly Patton felt the enormous pressure of a big prick on some of the most erotic nerves in her body, and her body was responding even though her mind was left behind. And, just when it felt the best, something struck through her fuck system like a lightning flash-the caressing touch of a purposeful thumb on her clit.
Passed out or not, a cum is still a cum to a hot woman. She never knew what happened, but her body was not on the same trip as her mind, and her body knew.
As young Joe Erwin was raised to tremendous heat by his frustration with Ellen, his brief and inconclusive passage with his mother, and the extreme salaciousness of fucking an unconscious woman.
"OHHHH!" he cried as the long delayed burst of semen ripped up from his balls, through his tubes, and out of the spurting red head. "OHHH! OHHHH! OH, GOD! AUNT DOLLY! YOU'RE SO GOOD TO ME! SO SWEET! OH, GOD! AUNT DOLLY! FORGIVE ME, GOD, FOR WHAT I'VE DONE! AND THANKS, AUNT DOLLY!"
He fell over, across his make-believe aunt, and the tightness of her asshole forced his prick out. The woman was still twitching and moaning, and when he thoughtfully put two fingers back into her pussy, she gave a comfortable little growl and lay still.
Joe had a fuzzy idea growing in his mind.
He had thought about sex for most of his life, and had been frightened by it. Now, in just a few days, he had fucked a sweet and tender school girl, her mother, and one of his own mother's best friends. Considering his mother's amazing reaction when he had merely sucked on her breast, he thought he could have fucked her, too.
He had always been afraid of girls because he had thought that they had thought that sex was, somehow, wicked and terrible.
Now he knew better.
Women liked sex and wanted it, the same as men did. John had been right when he had said: "They'll all fuck, once you get it in 'em!" It had made him mad, at first, because he had instantly thought of his mother.
He could never bring himself to do that, to fuck his mother, but it was a step ahead that he could accept her as a sexual being, a human like himself.
"If I had waited until Aunt Dolly sobered up," he said in a whisper, "I could still have fucked her."
It made him happier about all that had happened.
CHAPTER NINE
In the normal course of events, Frieda would have found out soon enough that Ellen had made herself a more or less successful rival for Joe's affections. Two women in the same house can't both screw the same guy and keep it a secret for very long. But circumstances hurried the climax.
Ellen kept her own room clean as well as helping with the general housework. But, from time to time, Frieda felt she had a right to give a brief inspection to make sure that her daughter was keeping her part of the bargain-to keep her room clean in exchange for privacy.
So it was with no thought of snooping that Frieda came into Ellen's room on this particular day.
She looked here and there, nodding approval at Ellen's neatness, until her eye caught sight of an envelope thrust partly under a junk jewelry box on the girl's dresser.
It had a familiar look. When Frieda saw its one-word address, in her handwriting, she knew immediately almost all that had happened. What else was there to think?
The girl was old enough and smart enough to understand immediately the full meaning of the letter. She was also bold enough, it occurred to Frieda, to grasp at this chance for adventure.
Frieda had a pretty good idea that Ellen was, technically at least, a virgin. Far from deterring her, this fact would only make the idea more attractive. The older a virgin becomes, the closer she comes to the loss-or gift-of her virginity, Frieda knew.
She was a pragmatist. She had no more idea of keeping Ellen a virgin than whe had of flying to the moon, and yet there was a certain sadness that it had had to happen this way. Ellen was sixteen, and a smart girl, but she was still a child. Frieda was amused and titillated by what she knew, but under this, there was a slow-burning anger that the girl had, in effect, taken her mother's boy friend. And there was definite anger at Joe.
She took the letter into her room and thought about certain small indications.
When Joe had come over, later that afternoon, he had not mentioned the letter. He probably had never known about it. But he had been very cool and grown up. So, he must have gone through quite a time with Ellen, acting the part of her mother.
Damn the girl! Why did she have to be so smart?
And there was another thing about Joe. He had not been so eager, nor so grateful. He must have been aware, by this time, that it was Ellen who had entertained him in this bedroom with the thick drapes, which could make a nighttime gloom in the room.
No, Joe had been different.
She shuddered with lust, thinking how great he had been that day. She had intended giving him a real fuck, but he had demanded it. She had been very hot, too, having held off this particular segment of Joe's sex education.
And her daughter had beaten her to this fountain of goodies, the strong young football player's prick. Some of her anger began to focus on Ellen.
Joe had been-well, you could say he was cool. But he had certainly given her a tremendous fuck. He had the cum control of a grown man accustomed to plentious sex.
She was furious with him, too, for what he had done, although she suspected that he had simply been trapped in the simplest trap ever conceived-going into a darkened room expecting to find a cunt, and finding one. And using it. In the night all cats are grey.
She paced the floor. She was angry with Joe, and angry with Ellen for the sly trick the girl had played. And still, Ellen was her daughter, a child who needed protection.
She eyed the clock. She had been home almost half an hour. Joe usually was Johnny-on-the-spot when she arrived. Had she already lost him?
She heard his bike tires whirring into his drive, and felt relieved. This was a confusing time. But there was a glowing heat in her vagina and between her cunt lips that all the anger in the world could not call out.
Some sense of humor came to her rescue, and she awaited Joe in her bedroom, naked, and with the drapes again drawn to create a deep gloom, She wondered how Ellen had been able to imitate her voice, and then it came to her. Whispering disguises any voice.
So, when Joe fumbled his way into her room, his eyes blinded by coming in from the bright sunlight, she whispered: "Here I am, darling! Get out of your clothes and come here."
He was there in a rush, his stalwart young body almost entirely free from hair except around his cock, his young sweat a heady fragrance to her.
Her body was hot and ready, and she took his hard cock in her hand, kissing it blindly in the gloom, taking its length into her mouth.
He had his hands all over her, kneading her responsive tits, groping in her flowing, soft-lipped cunt, delving farther and deeper, into the crack of her ass.
"Oh, baby," he whispered, "let me get it in you! Let me fuck you!" And he flung himself on her as she drew his prick right to the throbbing entry of her pussy.
She was tolerably certain that he did not know who was in the bed, nor whom he was fucking, but now she did not care. The stretch his big dick gave her vagina, the way he pounded it into her, answered all her immediate questions. Her body yearned for this meeting, this fire poured on her fire to make it hotter and sweeter.
The boy was not deceived. He had seen Ellen at the school playground, in a Phys Ed class, as he pedalled his way home. He knew that this was not Ellen pretending to be Frieda, but the other way around, and in a strange way, it tickled him, although it made him wary.
This meant that Frieda knew about Ellen's little game and the part he had played in it, and although he was only a kid, he realized that there was something explosive and dangerous in the situation. But his prick did not care, nor his other senses.
He was horny, and the dark, somehow, made him hornier. It felt good to lie on this solid body, and to pump his cock into and out of this tight and juicy fuck hole. There were the big breasts to play with, there was that potent, seductive odor of hot cunt to stimulate him.
He remembered how he had bungholed Dolly Patton, and how, even in her drunken stupor, she had cum, her body alive with the fire of orgasm. So he knew that women liked sex. And therefore, no matter what Frieda might say afterward, she could not deny that she liked him, or liked his dick.
He was so wrapped in the sexuality of the' darkened scene that he began to have the pre-cum itch sooner than he expected. The woman's labored breathing was in his ear, and her practiced cunt muscles were gripping and sliding on his hard dick.
The woman was in too high a heat of fiery fuck power to know or care that he had called her by name. She felt his hardy young peter expand, felt the hot, liquid gush of his semen against her womb and the walls of her vagina. She was fucking up and pulling down with all the strength of her powerful back muscles and thighs, and she was responding with all the cuntal fury in her.
"AHHHHH! AHHHHH! THIS IS IT, BABY! GIVE IT TO MEEE! OHHHHH! GIVE IT TOOO MEEEE! AAARRFRRGGGHHH!"
After the last drop of Joe's thick, rich semen had been forced out into her cunt, Frieda lay passive, only her inner cunt muscles moving languidly, in small aftershocks of orgasm.
Now she could remember that he had called her Frieda, that he had not been deceived. Well, what difference did that make? She had been fucked, and fucked well, and now they could play out his simple little drama which only affected to be loving.
"Didn't fool you, did I Joey?" she asked, her voice rich with sarcasm. "Not as much as Ellen did, right? Well, come on. You never did think I was Ellen, did you?"
He had no answer. This was a challenge.
And he had known it was Frieda. Simply because Ellen, with no need to fool him any longer, would have had the drapes open and the lights on. But he couldn't tell Frieda that.
"Ellen?" he said, blustering a little. "What about Ellen? What's she got to do with me? With us?"
"Listen, you two-timing little sneak!" Frieda cried. "Don't make it worse by lying! Oh, damn it Joe, we could have had it so good! So perfect! Why did you have to ruin it?"
He was confused.
"What'd I do?" he asked. "You know as well as I do that it was Ellen that tricked me. Made me think she was you. I'm not some kind of a mind reader!"
Frieda was, for the moment, intrigued.
"You actually couldn't tell the difference?" she asked. This was praise, indeed, to be taken lor your own sixteen-year-old daughter in that most unusual comparison-in bed, and fucking.
"No," Joe answered sullenly. "Oh, maybe one or two things. But they were, uh, just little matters. "Like your boobs are a little bigger than Ellen's. And maybe your, uh, your hips." He flushed. "That's all."
"Joe," Frieda said, "I don't know whether to kiss you or kill you. You've gotten my daughter's cherry, if she had one. But considering she's my daughter, maybe her virginity was technical. Do you know what I'm talking about?"
"I don't think she'd ever fucked before," Joe replied. "It sounds crazy, but that's what I think."
On impulse, Frieda held his face and kissed him.
"This can't go on," she said. "You screwing my daughter. I may not be the greatest mother in the world, but I have to draw the line some place. Listen, Joe, I've got a deal for you."
Joe moved his body slightly and his prick, still half hard, moved inside Frieda's cunt. He could feel the warm, delicious sloppiness as he wallowed in his own thick jism in that mature cunt.
"Go on," he said.
Frieda cleared her throat. "Damn you and your cock," she said. "Some ways, I wish I'd never met you. But you're okay. I'm really not all that mad at you. I think. You say there's no real difference in me and Ellen. And I've got to do all I can to protect her. She's my daughter. Protect her against herself, if you don't mind a somewhat hypocritical sounding phrase. Okay?"
"I dig," the boy responded.
She kissed him again. "So, listen, Joe. Suppose I give you everything you could possibly want, sexwise, even some things you may never have thought of? As much as you could expect to get, under ordinary circumstances, from any two women. How's that sound?"
He briefly wondered if she thought of having him fuck her in that brown butthole of hers, as he had with Aunt Dolly. Or between her big, smooth titties.
"It sounds nice," the boy said. "But what do you want me to do? Leave Ellen alone? And why?"
"Damn it, because I can't simply condone someone screwing my daughter in my own bed. In my own house. Okay, I can't stop her from fucking. I know that. My parents couldn't stop me. But can't you see, Joe, I have to stop you two. I'm offering you a pretty good swap. I could just tell your mother, and she'd stop you."
"You wouldn't do that," Joe said uncomfortably. His mother was plenty broadminded, but there was something about this that she might not like.
"I'll do worse than that, if I have to," Frieda threatened. "I'll talk to the principal. And the coach."
Joe got off the woman, his limbering cock spilling its dripping juice all over Frieda's flanks and belly. With a moan, she took the big, softening thing in her mouth and sucked it, then turned it in her hand, cleaning it carefully. He thought briefly of that slick, warm cunt full of cum juice, and wished he could suck it out. But the vibes didn't seem exactly right to him.
After he had dressed and left, Frieda thought of her next hurdle, and wondered if she could get over it as well as she seemed to have with Joe.
She sat on the toilet and let the combined juices of Joe's cock and her own pussy drain out. She even caught a handful and sipped at it, but it was not as exciting for one as for two.
When it was all gone, she wiped herself carefully with a damp wash cloth, and dressed.
She walked into Ellen's room without knocking, as soon as she heard the girl come in, and told her in a few words that she knew the score, what had happened and how. And Ellen met her anger with coolness and a baffling question.
"So what?" the daughter asked the mother.
Frieda kept her voice level.
"So, you drop Joe. That's final. You can find another boy. But you're not going to screw under my roof."
"If you'd rather I screwed in the streets, or on a blanket at the beach, I can," the girl countered willfully. "It's being done, you know."
The girl made an elaborate pretense of studying her nails.
"And if you get too tough, I can always run away from home. A girl like me, I can always find a place to sleep, and food to eat."
Frieda was sick at heart. She had bungled this badly, and she knew it. But she could not backtrack too swiftly.
She took a different slant.
"Okay, kiddo," she said. "You've got me. You know I won't do anything to run you off. But we've always had a pretty good relationship. I won't do anything to spoil it if you won't."
I hope she understands the meaning of that, Frieda said in the quiet of her mind. I know I don't.
Now that the contest was out in the open, Ellen felt brave and grown up. She felt a bit strange, too, having defied her mother openly for the first time since she was a baby, throwing tantrums. Because her mother had always been reasonable, and Ellen loved her for it. Still, she couldn't be forced to give Joe up.
She boldly went through the hedge and, when Joe came to the door she said: "Kiss me, baby! I want to fuck!"
Joe gasped. "Are you trying to get me killed?" he asked. "Your mom is onto both of us, and she's got me scared."
"Baloney!" hooted Ellen. "She's jealous. She wants your hard peter, Joe, don't you see? Get one of your friends to breed her. You know that cute guy, John Cox? Play the same trick on her that I did on you!"
Perhaps because he had regained some of his courage, perhaps it was to do a good turn for a friend, but Joe talked to John about it.
And met with enthusiastic agreement.
"Remember, I'll phone her and make a date. See, she's already promised to do anything I ask her to. I'll tell her I want to fuck her in the back seat of a car. She parks in a driveway away from her bedroom. When it's dark, go meet her there. It gets really dark under those trees, and there's not a light on our street. No moon, either. Just be there with your cock out and ready. If it's not hard, baby, she'll know it's not me."
As a result, Frieda was rather pleased when Joe called her. He was a precious possession-a truly horny kid who, after banging her this afternoon, wanted her again tonight. Horny and tractable. For he had said: "I, uh, told Ellen it was all off between us," he said. But in the back seat of a car?
"You said you'd do it any way I said," Joe reminded her. "Any time, any place, any way."
She gave in quickly, more thrilled than she could say about the prospect of reliving her school days. Fucking in the back seat of a car! Delightful! And so easy. Head and shoulders in a corner, one foot on the floor, another on top of the back seat. As she thought of it, her pussy throbbed, and a leakage of fuck juice drooled coolly down her inner thigh.
It sure as hell was dark under these thick trees, John Cox mentally agreed. His heart was pounding. Seaside is a small place, small enough for most of the locals to know each other by sight. John knew Frieda, and felt she was the best looking, probably the hottest looking woman her age in Seaside. And his mouth had watered as he listened to Joe's account of what Frieda liked.
He found the car in the dark and got in the back seat, opening his fly and letting his half-hard prick out of its hiding place.
And Frieda, when she came out, finding the car easily because it was familiar ground, opened her arms to the blur in the dark.
There was not noticeable difference in the way John kissed her. After all, Joe didn't know too much, but he had learned a lot in the past few days. Mostly, it was just confidence.
There wasn't any difference in the size of Joe's cock and John's either. Frieda would have noticed a difference in size.
But this boy was adept, and again the woman thought of how much a male instinctively knows.
Her thought was that Joe was smart, but that she might be smarter. This cock that was going into her was very satisfactory. She was hot most of the time, and she had been even hotter since Joe had called. And it was fantastic how deep a guy's cock could go into you in the position, her ass an inch up off the seat, simply because she was straining to get all of it.
For John, it was exquisite, the softness and slickness of the inner cunt lips, their welcoming flow of juice which made the tight hole so easy to get into. And especially the practiced play of cunt muscles on his throbbing dick.
They were kissing, his tongue deep in her throat, and his hand was massaging one of her marvelous boobs. And she was fucking him as he had never been fucked before.
Old Joe was right.Older women knew what to do and how to do it.
And Frieda, quietly amused at a joke she now understood, simply fucked and kissed and fucked some more. And enjoyed it.
She stopped kissing the boy long enough to whisper: "You're so marvelous, darling! You fuck divinely, and I love your big, hard peter. Are you going to suck out your jism and feed it to me?"
And John, who had blown his mind when Joe had told him of this tender payoff to a first rate fuck, gasped: "You know it, baby! Every drop that goes in, I'll get out and give to you!"
He had let his shorts and slacks drop, and his naked loins rubbed on the warm smoothness of Frieda's thighs. He could feel that they were both sweating, and it made this rubbing seem hotter, more human, as flesh moved on flesh.
He whispered: "Are you uncomfortable, with your head all scrunched down in that corner? Would you like to get up and sit on it?
It goes in even deeper, that way."
"I'd love to try anything new, dear," Frieda whispered. "But I hate to take it out, even for a minute." He gave a spiralling thrust up, her cunt clasping the boy's cock.
She had been sure for some time that this wasn't Joe, who would hardly have been so considerate. But she liked whomever it was. Liked his nice, big, hard cock, and his avidity for sex, and she wanted to know who he was.
"This way is fine," she panted. "I love the way your dick is rubbing me. All the way up, all the way down. I'm going to cum in a minute or two. How about you? Do you want to hold it, or will you shoot when I do?"
John sank it in her, deep and hard. It was marvelous. Tight enough to grip his cock firmly, so juicy that it went in with an oiled friction. He had never, he told himself, had it so good.
In this position, with one knee on the car floor and one on the seat, his own thighs were spread wide. But Frieda, with her left leg raised to the top of the back seat, was opened even wider.
John's belly was on the woman's belly, his thighs rubbing her thighs, and his cock was in her Clear to the roots. He was going straight in, too, instead of coming down on her, and his hard tool was striking her cervix at every thrust, a gut deep twist of pain and pleasure that Frieda adored.
His balls were rubbing in her greasy ass crack, wet with the juices which he pumped out of her with every stroke. She felt a trembling in the muscles on the inside of her thighs, a rising of sensuality in her belly, deep in her pelvic floor, and a corresponding intensity of feeling around her clit. "One or two more, darling," she whispered frantically. "OH! OH! OH! THAT'S IT, BABY! YOU'RE MAKING ME CUMMMM! OHHHHH! DARLING! DARLING! FUCK IT INTO ME, BABY! FUCK ME HARD, HARD, HARD! OOOOHHHHH! OOOOHHHHH! SOOOO GOOOODD! A A ARRRGGGHHH! AA ARRRGGGHHH!"
She felt the big boy's cock jerk with feeling as she started to orgasm, and through the red mist of exploding passion, she felt the hot, slick shots of his rich semen shoot into her, washing her cunt walls, showering the mouth of her womb.
In her frenzy, she locked her strong, beautiful legs around him, her heels driving his loins at her, helping him to sink his cock deeper and deeper.
And John unaccustomed to such mature heat running wild, was almost frightened by the intensity of the woman's sex burst.
Now he lay on her belly, her cunt throbbing gently around his prick, feeling her body tremble from the force of her fires let loose. Her big breasts seemed to be even larger, bloated from the heat that had swept them both, the nipples feeling as big as his thumbs.
He whispered in her ear: "Now I'll suck it all out of you and tongue it into your mouth. Is that what you want?"
She kissed him rapturously. "Yes!" she answered positively. "Oh, yes! And go all over me down there as you suck it out. Don't be in too big a hurry!" she patted his cheek. "Don't worry about your dickie, my darling. I'll clean that up for you, afterward."
She moved farther down in the seat, letting her head straighten, and gasped with sheer ecstasy as she felt the big boy's mouth close on all her spread of pussy lips. She was glad, now, that it wasn't Joe. This one was just as good, and she still had at least a share of the other boy. She grinned in the dark at the joke being played on her, happy to be aware of it, happy to go along with it.
She suddenly had a sharp feeling as if she were being turned inside out, and realized that her mystery lover had applied his lips to her cunt hole and sucked as hard as he could, bringing the cunt walls together, rubbing aching nerves together.
Her hands played with his curly hair and his ears, and she gently hunched her ass up, getting more general pressure from his face as she brought her open cunt up to it.
He made an odd sound as he rose from her crotch, and his blurred face came down to her. She opened her lips and let his tongue begin the delightful task of feeding her his jism.
When it was all finished, to the final drop, she sucked his tongue gently and whispered: That was lovely, darling! Every time we do that, it thrills me more and more."
They lay together entwined, kissing, and Frieda at last took the boy's smeared cum cock in her hand. The juice was sticky and warm, and she bent and sucked it into her mouth delicately, enjoying the baby-like warmth of the heavy cock, now losing its hardness, but still fat and solid. The taste of her cunt juice and his semen made a delightful cocktail of sex, and she mouthed the softening morsel while she slowly ran her tongue around it.
There was the sharp, arousing scent of sweated balls and active crotch, and her hand closed gently around the big eggs in their wrinkled sac as she slowly sucked the big peter.
It was while she was thus engaged that a big, wide bar of bright light came from a. front window in her house, and Frieda, her face in an understanding smile turned to the boy, who had gathered his slacks at his waist and seemed ready to flee.
For, in that lighted room, there were Joe and Ellen, and it was obvious from the frantic look of Joe's face that he was as much taken aback as John. Ellen, her hand on the light switch, also seemed to realize she had blundered.
Frieda eyed the discomfited boy kindly, and laid her hand on his shrunken cock.
"It's all right," she whispered. "I was never fooled, baby, not after I had my hand on your sweet cock. You're circumsized. Joe isn't. It was a joke on me, or that's what it was meant to be. And it backfired.
She kissed him, running her tongue into his mouth.
"If you hadn't been clipped off clean, maybe I wouldn't have realized," she whispered, trying not to laugh. "But now, I'm glad it turned out this way. Now I have a new friend, right?"
The big boy swallowed hard, his face showing his relief.
"You better believe it, lady," he delcared. "A real friend!"
CHAPTER TEN
There was a coldness between Frieda and Ellen that neither liked, but which neither could resolve by apology. Nobody talked about what had happened. Having been a part of what should have been a joke, but wasn't, Ellen was afraid to try to talk to her mother.
And Frieda, who actually felt a little triumphant about having turned the joke on the others, couldn't very well open the subject.
There had always been warmth, understanding, and friendship between mother and daughter and it pained both of them to be coldly polite and distant with one another. But there was too much between them for parental or filial love to gloss over. Mothers and daughters both have cunts, and both need attention. But, such is the nature of the relationship, it is, by ancient and hypocritical custom, a taboo subject between them.
If Frieda could have laughed and hugged and kissed her child and said: "I know that you cooked up that gag, and it was a good one. John is just as good a screw as Joe. Have you tried him?" It would have smoothed everything out.
The main trouble was that it affected everyone to some extent.
Joe came over as before, ostensibly to see Frieda, but he always saw Ellen before the day was over, and they were uncomfortable with each other. And finally, after several days of strain and deep pussy hunger, Frieda broke the ice.
"I know what you and Ellen had in mind," she said to Joe on a midday when he slipped through the hedge and into her bedroom. "I know it's made both you and Ellen feel silly, since nothing was accomplished except that that nice boy, John Cox, got a good piece of tail. At least, he seemed to like it."
She held out her lovely arms to Joe, and he came to her with a rush, his heart warming. glad to be on better terms with Frieda.
He put his strong arms around her and felt her ass, cupping one firm buttock in each hand. It gave a feeling of openness and stretch to all the goodies in the crease between those firm globes, a feeling of warmth to her asshole as well as her cunt.
"Now," she said after kissing the boy, "that's more like it, I'm so horny I don't have much pride left. And from the swelling in that nice, big dick of yours, I'd say that you're in the same boat."
And young Joe, puzzled and frustrated over the impasse that had separated them, was glad to join in.
"I'm glad we're friends again," he said. "What we did was sort of rotten, I guess. I think our idea was to help everybody out, but it just made everybody mad at each other."
He bent his head to her breasts, which showed in the scoop neck of her blouse, and kissed the rounded upper slope of one of them.
Frieda patted his head and pressed it to her breasts, which was warm and tingly with her need.
"Come on to bed," she whispered. "Right now, I don't feel mad at anybody. My God! How hot I am! Feel me, baby, between my legs!"
She lay back on the bed and spread her thighs apart so he could get at her cunt with no trouble. She did not have any panties on, and the fat, rubbery lips of her cunt were in a lather of pussy juice.
The boy stroked up and down in the incredible slickness and softness of the juicy inner lips, his cock rising steadily. He felt free of spirit, now, and his fingers eagerly sought the entrance to her vagina, finding it alive with rippling muscle.
"Oh, God! I. can't wait!" Frieda groaned. "Don't bother to undress. Here, let me open my blouse so you can suck on my titties, and just push your pants down. Let's fuck with our clothes on!"
He was on his knees on the bed, now, and she helped him unfasten his belt and shove the soft, faded denims down, as well as his shorts. His prick stood out at a forty-five degree angle from his belly, rock-hard, the big red head shining.
He looked down at the woman, and knew no words could ever describe the earthy beauty of a hot and partly naked woman, her cunt open with desire between spread thighs. Her big boobs rolled out on each side of her ribcage, the nipples swollen, the blue veins showing in the soft, white flesh.
Frieda took his hard prick in her warm hand.
"Come on, baby," she moaned. "Stick that big, pretty thing in me! OOOOHHH! IT FEELS SO GOOOOD!"
Her ass and hips were working in a measured side-to-side and back-and-forth motion, getting the rub of the boy's big cock on every inch of the tender cunt. He was grinding in hard, his mound pressing on her clit, so that every nerve center was occupied.
"Uuuunnnhhh! Unnnhhh!" the boy grunted.
At each stroke into that tight, slick hole, he felt the soft pressure roll back the skin to expose the sensitive head, while the flow of her cunt oil made the gentle friction delightful.
"Play with my titties, darling," the woman begged, holding them up from her sides with both hands. "OOOHHH! THAT'S IT! OHHHHH! GOOOOOD! GOOOOOD! OH, JOEY BABY, FUCK ME HARD!"
She was so hot that she was already cumming, a long burst of pure orgasmic fire that ripped through her cuntal area. Her strong back and thigh muscles were slamming her cunt up at him and then drawing it down, so that he was sawing against the upper portion, near the clit, and the lower rim, where the important pelvic nerves bunched and responded.
He felt triumphant that he was making this gorgeous woman shoot her load while he remained in control of his. His prick was swelling in her, making her narrow passage seem even tighter, so that he was grateful for the plenteous juice which lubricated her.
The strong and lovely scents of fucking were wreathing around both of them-the scent of cunt and cock, of sweat and sweated ass crack, and that indescribable woman perfume which makes carnal love such a banquet of the senses.
She kissed him passionately as her orgasm throbbed it final spurt of sensuality, and her cunt muscles played lingeringly up and down his hard cock.
"That was so beautiful, Joey!" she exclaimed. "You're such a man! I love it when you fuck me!"
He shifted his body easily, still rubbing the hard dick against her tenderest nerves, now doubly sensitive from their excercise.
"Am I better than Johnny?" he asked, grinning, and Frieda, now feeling more human and easy about the joke that went wrong, playfully slapped at him and said: "I promised not to tell!"
She held him to her, happy to feel his hard, heavy young body pressing on hers, thrilled by the delightful pain she felt when he crushed one of her swollen breasts between them.
When she felt her vaginal muscles tighten again and felt the harshly beautiful demands of her cum nerves, she bit his .ear and whispered: "Fuck me some more, Joey! Give me that big, hard cock of yours 'way up in my guts again! OH GOD!" she screamed as he lunged deep into her, "THAT'S WHAT I WANT, BABY! THAT'S IT!"
He drove deep into her again and again, striking hard with his cushioned cockhead against her womb, bringing deep grunts of love and satisfaction from her clenched lips.
She felt a surge of joy as she felt his mastery, and was once more happy that fate had brought her this boy who needed her as badly as she needed him. But she began to wonder when he was going to cum.
She held his face in her hands as he bore down on her body, and kissed him lovingly, her strong tongue going deep into his mouth. There was an instant in each stroke when his cock came almost all the way out of her, its head hanging up on the tightness of her vaginal sphincter.
She began to concentrate on this, anxious to feel his hot, rich juice pour into her. Each time she brought her loins up, she went a little farther, feeling the grip as her cunt clung to the head of his prick.
In a matter of a few minutes, he was banging into her with increasing desire and pleasure.
"I don't know what you're doing, Frieda," he gasped, his cheek against hers as his hands once more sought and found her big, softly firm breasts, "but it's marvelous! UUUNNNNHHHHH! OOOH! BABY, I'M CUMMING! CUM WITH ME! CUM WITH ME! OHHHHH! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"
He was hunching as hard as he could, now, his cock going in deep, shooting a load of the hot, thick seed at each plunge.
Frieda was cumming, too, her body and mind concentrated on this intensity of pleasure, the goal of all human desire.
"DARLING!" she gasped, her body writhing aginst Joe, her cunt trying to expand and take him all inside her. "DARLING! THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL! I LOVE IT SO! PLEASE! PLEASE! KEEP SHOVING! OH, GOD, HOW GREAT IT IS! FUCK ME, YOU LOVELY BOY!"
They were exhausted with love when their bodies were still.
Sweat poured off them both, and they felt that indescribable sense of fulfillment, when one more stroke on sated nerves would be a pain too great to bear.
Frieda's strong body shivered as a tiny afterglow of orgasm flushed through her fuck system. She put her arms around Joe's neck and kissed his nose.
"Darling," she whispered, "are you going to suck all that wonderful jism out of my pussy and squirt it down my throat?"
Joe grinned. "Don't I always?" he countered. "I love it s much as you do."
He pulled out his dripping cock slowly.
"Wow!" he breathed. "That feels so good! And look at the juice!"
Frieda patted his cheek.
"Remember," she whispered, "we haven't been fucking for a few days. You've saved it up."
She shivered inwardly. I hope that's true, she thought. He could have been banging Ellen.
She held his juice smeared cock daintily and leaned over to lick off the first and thickest film of sticky delight. She looked up at him and smiled.
"I can feel it trickling out of my cunt," she whispered. "It tickles and itches. Go after it, lover boy!"
She spread her thighs again, showing the red veined inner cunt lips as they protruded out between the thick, hairy flaps.
"Here it is baby," she breathed. "Come and get it."
He lay beside her, his lips covering her flowing fuck hole, and began to suck. He had not gotten the first mouthful when they heard the clang of the wrought iron front gate.
Frieda glanced at the clock and a little scream escaped her.
"My God!" she cried in a stricken voice. "It's Ellen! Quick, Joey baby! Hide in my bathroom!"
When he was in, his slacks and shorts pulled up, he felt a little less panicky. After all if he had been fucking Ellen, and her mother came in, he would have felt trapped. But he felt this was different. The mother was the boss.
He heard Ellen's voice asking a question, and heard Frieda's reply: "I'm here, dear, in my bedroom, Just taking a nap before I have to go back to wark."
He heard the bedroom door open and close, and heard the two woman chatting as they went to the front of the house. As their voices receded, he cautiously opened the door and slipped down the hall to the kitchen, where he let himself out quietly. Another minute and he was safe on his own side of the hedge, grinning with satisfaction.
He had not had time to transfer the mixture of semen and Frieda's pussy juice to her, and realized he had swollowed it. He licked his lips with satisfation. It had been good and wholesome, and might, for all he knew, be a way of replacing his lost seed.
He walked through his home. He looked into the room where he had fucked Aunt Dolly and, in the end, had cornholed her. It was a hot thought, and it made his dick, so recently depleted, rise again.
He stroked it idly, and thought of another woman, a younger one-Ellen.
He had talked to her since the debacle of John screwing her mother, but only when Frieda was present. They seemed to have lost something they once had, and he regretted it. After all, he had as much right to fuck her as Frieda. True, the first time he had had his cock in her had been trickery, on her part.
He thought of the firmness of her young body, the smooth, warm titties, as big as Frieda's. He thought of the natural tightness of her young pussy. Not putting Frieda down, just making a natural comparison.
He went out through the Erwin back door, and through the hedge. He wondered whether to know or not, since he and Ellen were harldy on the same friendly terms, and decided not to.
He went in through their kitchen and down the hall. When he got to Frieda's room, he grinned. This would be the greatest, he thought, fucking Frieda and then coming back a half hour later to fuck her daughter. He went on to Ellen's room and found her, an odd smile on her sweet young face, as if she had a private joke. Or as if she had been expecting him. He hoped she had, for she was stripped down to a very sheer pair of bikini-style panties, through which he could plainly see her generous bush of dark cunt hair.
She crossed her forearms and hands over her voluptuous young breasts in automatic feminine modesty, but she smiled and said: "Oh, hi, Joe. I, uh, didn't hear you."
He went to her boldly and took her in his arms, cupping a hand over one of her firm breasts and kissing her a long time, his tongue deep in her mouth, her tongue writhing against it. When he stopped kissing her, they were both panting.
"I heard you come home," he said, not untruthfully. "And I knew it was time for Frieda to go back to work. Feel," he whispered, putting her hand on his cock. "I'm all ready for you. Golly, I've missed you."
"What kept you?" she asked in a joking tone, but her face was serious. "Since we played that joke on mom, the only time I see you is when she's at home."
Joe kissed her again and put his hand on the hairy softness of her young mound, feeling so warm and good under that thin layer of sheer fabric.
"Hush, baby," he whispered hoarsely. "I'm here now, and that's what's important.
She seemed to draw him to her bed, where they sat side by side, and he bent his head and sucked in one of the nipples, the one on the nearest breast.
She did not caress his head, but sat rigid while he mouthed and sucked on her titty, and when he rolled them both backward, she moved compliantly on to the bed, pulling her feet up near her firm, beautifully sculptured young ass.
He got his hand between her thighs and she let them sag apart, so that there was no barrier between his fingers and her cunt except the narrow strip of nylon in the crotch of her panties.
He could feel through the cloth that she was very wet, and he rejoiced that she was so hot. Having fucked her mother not too long before, he felt he needed some extra stimulus to assure a functioning hard-on, with a corollary cum.
Usually she would have had his fly open and his cock at least in her hand not in her mouth, and he wondered at her cool. But he felt the warm dampness in the crotch of the panties, remembered how her body had gone rigid at the touch of his lips on her nipple, and knew everything was all right.
He took his hand away from her pussy and opened his zipper, fumbling his big cock out, watching it stand proudly erect, and laughed. "Look at that reascal," he said. "He's sure hot for you. Do you want to suck him a little before we fuck?"
For some reason, Ellen made a negative sound, and Joe was dumbfounded. He worked his finger under the strap of the girl's panties, finding a rewarding slickness in the inner lips of her cunt, and pressed first one finger, then a second, into the softly quivering flesh. Again, Ellen's body went rigid, then she relaxed, and even moved her body in acknowledgment.
He was really hot, now, and the girl-perfume that surrounded Ellen was making him even hotter. He had his two fingers buried in her cunt, working in the juicy folds inside, and he bent his body so that he could kiss the girl on her smooth, warm stomach.
It was so near the upper end of her cunt that its aromas washed over him in a sweet tide of heat, making him the more active as he pressed and moved his fingers inside her. His cock was as hard as it ever got.
He got up on his knees on the bed, taking his fingers out of her and unbuckled his belt, shoving his jeans and shorts down. His cock waved over her face, and he tenderly took her chin in his hand, squeezing her cheeks so that her mouth made a succulent rosebud.
This time, nothing was forced about his eagerness. He caressed her face and asked hoarsely: "Will you suck it first, or do you want me to put it in you?"
To his shocked surprise, the well built girl rolled away from him, sat up on her full haunches, and looked at him with sadness and anger.
"Neither," she said in a positive tone. "I won't suck you, I won't fuck you! And do you want to know why I won't suck? Because I know I'll taste my mother's pussy on your dick!"
She laughed at his numbed amazement, and lashed out at him again: "What kind of ninny do you take me for? Don't you think I knew you were here, screwing my mom? Hah!"
She slid off the bed and reached for a knit shirt, pulling it over her head, covering those fantastic boobs, which stood out proudly, their big nipples pushing out like thumbs.
"Wait a minute!" Joe shouted furiously. "What do you mean, treating me this way? Who says I was screwing your mother?"
"Shit!" the girl said scornfully. "A girl grows up smelling pussy, both her own and other girls. Don't you think there was a cunt stink in mom's room, a regular fog? How could I miss it? And besides, I saw you sneaking out. Just don't lie to me!"
She began to pull on a pair of slacks, and the boy watched her in real pain.
He touched his jock, still hard and erect.
"You'll give me the stone-ache," he said accusingly. "What am I going to do with this?"
The girl seemed to soften for a moment, then walked to the bed and put her hand, soft and warm, around the big tool. Then she looked at him directly.
"Go home and do what you did before you found me and my mother," she said tersely. "Jerk off!"
He grabbed at her, angry now, but she easily evaded him and went into the bedroom door.
"So long, Romeo," she said airily. "You can smell my cunt juice on your fingers while you beat your meat."
She was breathing harder and there was a spot of color in each cheek. She looked back at Joe, who was struggling to get his Levi's up so he could pursue her, and having a bad time of it.
No way for him to catch her, she knew. She was secure and not too happy about it. He would have raped her, and that might be nice. At least, it would show he needed her.
But she went out the front door, letting the screen slam behind her, and headed for Charlen Johnson's. It would be wonderful to be with Char. At the moment, Ellen didn't like boys very well.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Any native of Seaside could have told you that Dave Renaker was the best known boy in that pleasant little city. That does not mean that he was the best liked.
Joe Erwin and John Cox, for instance, disliked him heartily.
He was a great football player, having had a leading part in bringing the town the state championship. He had been named All County and All State quarterback, and had honorable mention on Sports Illustrated Magazine's High School All America.
All of which was very nice, but the tall, blonde-haired kid was not only arrogant but unkind, and he rejoiced every time he could put down last year's teammates, Joe and John. And they weren't the only guys on the team who were less than friendly with Dave. Especially guys whose steady girl friends had been lured away by the handsome, swaggering quarterback.
No question about it, Dave Renaker probably got more high school pussy than anyone-maybe more than any two-in Seaside. He was good looking, he had a good line of chatter, and he had the guts of a burglar. That's a combination girls find easy to take.
But most girls who had known him very well were inclined to hate his guts. In fact, it was a standard saying among girls around Seaside that you had to really know Dave Renaker in order to really dislike him. And some of the girls' former boy friends were more than willing to agree.
He regarded Joe Erwin and John Cox as kids. He was eighteen, had graduated from high school, and schools as far away as Atlanta were recruiting him attentively. In fact, he had let it be known about the town that the new Pinot Cobra he was driving around town was the gift of a noted West Coast university with which he had signed letters of intention.
He liked to cruise around in that bright looking set of wheels, seeing the world of juicy looking girls, and giving that world a chance to look him over, too.
Only a few days before, he had seen Joe Erwin, on his lowly and childish bicycle, stopping by the high school, looking like a newsboy, and talking to that good looking, well built chick with the sensational tits. What was her name? Ellen Something? Yeah. Now he remembered. Ellen Haynes. And he remembered something else. Two things.
This was the second time he had seen Erwin talking to the girl. And he had seen a moving van near where the Erwin kid lived, and had seen the chick and her mother, aproned, futzing round.
Now, with boyish intuition, he pieced it together. Those two had something going for them, or were about to get it on.
He looked at his watch. It was three-thirty, the time that most students at summer school got out."
He toured by the school, knowing he looked mighty good in that shining Pinto with the racing stipes and the hot trim items. And sure enough, standing in the shade of the awning of the Malt Shop, there was Ellen Haynes.
He knew she noticed him because she deliberately looked away. Nobody could profess not to see the Cobra or the guy in it. It was a childish ploy, and it gave him an idea of what his act ought to be.
He stopped at the curb and went back. He couldn't blush at will, but he could give the effect of a blushing boy.
He stopped behind Ellen and said, in a nervous voice: "Excuse me, but aren't you Ellen Haynes? And don't you live on Sycamore Street?"
Well, she had to turn, didn't she? No sense in being downright impolite to a guy that so many girls talked about.
She turned and he was twisting his cap in his hands as though he were really fussed at talking to a girl, and Ellen didn't even make a mental note that this wasn't in character.
Her anger at Joe Erwin was still fresh and . green after only one day, and she thought that this might be an opportunity really to get at Joe. She knew how devoutly he disliked Dave Renaker.
So she smiled, trying as hard to appear sophisticated as Dave was trying to appear naive, and replied brightly: "Why, yes, I am. But how did you guess we lived on Sycamore? We've only been there about ten days?"
He gave the appearance of blushing confusion as if he were a backward Boy Scout, and said in a barely audible tone: "I hope you won't be mad at me, but I followed you home one day last week. I wanted to speak to you then, but you had another girl with you, and I didn't have the guts."
Ellen warmed to this boy immediately. No girl can withstand flattery if it's skillfully applied, and Dave was doing his smoothest kind of job. So she put her hand on his arm.
"I must say, Dave, that this doesn't sound like what I've heard of you," Ellen said, but she said it kindly. Why, this poor kid had an awful reputation, and just look at him-he was just a simple, unaffected young guy, not acting at all like the super snooty, super bad guy that Joe painted him. Joe, indeed! He was a great one to be knocking any other guy!
Dave turned away for a moment, then turned back, shaking his head.
"I don't know where they get these stories about me," he said. "I guess I was kind of mean to a girl a couple of years ago, and people never let you forget it." He smiled bravely. "I was going to ask you to have a soda or something, but I guess if you believe that trash, there's no use." His voice dropped away.
Ellen's tender heart was wrung.
"Look," she said earnestly, "my bus is due here any minute. I can't take a chance on missing it, because they only come along once an hour after this one."
"Hey," Dave answered quickly. "I've got my car. It's right down there, that blue one with the white stripes. So, if you miss the bus, I can drive you home. It would be a privilege," he said earnestly, his face open and appealing.
So that was why Ellen Haynes, who should have remembered the stories of girls slapped around, of girls more or less raped, of girls forced to give in to Dave Renaker, was in Dave's shiny new car, heading for home after a soda.
By that time, Dave knew what he needed to know. Ellen's mom worked from eight to twelve and went back to work from four to seven. Yes, it was a lousy shift, but her mother got extra pay for it.
Yes, she answered laughingly and boldly, it did give her a certain amount of freedom.
"Privacy is nice," observed the gentlemanly boy. "Everyone has a right to some privacy. Just to be quiet and alone is nice. Not having your mom around to boss you. Although your mother certainly seems like a fine woman. And good looking."
Ellen, remembering what her mother had done to mess up her projected affair with Joe, was less enthusiastic in agreeing with this particular gambit. Forgotten was the fact that it was herself who had moved in on her mom. But after all, a woman of forty had no business fooling around with a high school kid.
Her mother, at the moment, was twenty minutes early to work, and she was fooling around with Joe.
The ABC Supermarket has an enormous parking lot. And the help are ordered to park only in its farthest corners. Frieda's favorite spot was always saved for her by the girl she relieved, and it was partly screened by plantings, and even more by Jim Neal's camper, which the assistant manager drove to work.
As it happened, Joe Erwin was on his bicycle, turning in to the big lot, when Frieda drove in. She honked at him, and he followed her down to her private spot.
As a result, at the moment that Ellen was wholeheartedly agreeing that privacy was very nice, Frieda had Joe in her car and was taking advantage of their privacy to suck him off. And he was busy and happy, heaving over her back and her naked rump, adding to their mutual pleasure by finger-fucking Frieda in her tight and slippery cunt.
This was marvelous. Only the day before, the snippy girl had given him a bad time, getting his cock up and then walking out on him, blaming it all on her mother. Well, this would serve her right. He only wished he dared tell her. Not that he really gave a damn about what she knew or didn't know. You couldn't treat Joe Erwin like that, make a fool of him, and still expect to be his friend.
It was pure luck that saved the two from getting into some real trouble. Joe was really hot, and he was cumming within a few minutes after Frieda had first started to go down on him. And she, equally charged with cuntal fire, popped her ovaries at the same time.
Thus, Frieda's dress was back where it belonged and Joe's peter was back in his jeans when a smiling face showed at the side and Jim Neal's voice said: "Oh, hi, Frieda. Who's that-oh, yeah, Joe. Joe Erwin. I guess you two are neighbors, right?"
It turned out that business was slack, a couple of girls were going home, and Frieda wasn't needed.
"I saw you drive in and thought I'd come out and give you the news," he said. "Take the rest of the day off, Frieda. I'll make it up to you so you don't lose the pay."
Well, that was that, and nothing could be done about it. Working a split shift was tough. You couldn't plan anything for your four hours off-although Joe's advent into her life had made that midday time exciting. And, now that she had the rest of the day off, she couldn't plan for that, either.
She kissed Joe, and the slickness of his tasty jism on her tongue gave him a thrill.
"At least, darling, we've had our wonderful little fun time together," the woman said. "I wonder what poor Jim would have done if he'd gotten here three minutes earlier?" She laughed. "A heart attack, probably."
So, Joe went on into the store to get an item he needed, and Frieda, having nothing else to do, decided she could spend a half hour shopping. "Long as I'm here," she said.
And Joe rode off, taking his time, grinning as he thought of that beautiful, mature woman sucking on his jock. It made him wish he had a photgraph of it to show that dummy, Ellen.
The dummy, Ellen was responding to a technique that was the height of simplicity. Given a chance to sympathize with a misunderstood boy, even if he was older than any of the guys she knew very well, made her maternal. And all the parts that made her a potential mother glowed with warmth. Why, it was the meanest thing, to talk about a wonderful, good hearted, sensitive guy like this. Once or twice, she would have sworn there were tears in Dave Renaker's clear blue eyes. And once or twice, she felt like she would just like to pull his head down to her tingling breasts and kiss his ear. He was so darling, so humble. And he was a bigger shot in football than that dippy Joe Erwin.
At this point, she felt a tickle between her fat cunt lips as a drop of vaginal fluid worked its way out of her sensitive young pussy, and it made her feel more maternal than ever. She shivered with pure maternal affection for this misunderstood, mistreated boy.
When they were approaching her home, she aid: "Gee, I wish I'd seen you that day when you, uh, followed me home. I'd have invited you in." She hoped that wasn't too forward, but the big guy didn't say anything, just smiled sort of sad.
"I wish your mother were home today," he said earnestly. "Maybe you'd invite me in now."
Ellen glowed.
"Oh, pooh," she said. "This is aineteen-seventy-seven, you know. And I've been around a little." She laughed and blushed. "Don't get me wrong. I don't go out with any and everybody, but I'm not your basic innocent junior high school girl."
I'll bet you're not, baby, the tall fellow thought. And if you were, you wouldn't be for much longer.
They went in, and Ellen thought it was sweet and warm for Davey-he had become Davey to her-to hold her hand as they went up the sidewalk to the porch.
When they got in, she turned to him with a smile and asked: "Can I fix us some hot cocoa? Or do you drink coffee?"
He had seen how the house was laid out-living room, dining room and kitchen on the left. Three bedrooms on the right. Front bedroom had to be Ellen's. Very nice. They would have their cocoa-he grinned mentally-in the living room where he could operate on the big couch. If it looked like he would score, they would have the convenience and comfort of the girl's bed.
"I know I've got this lousy rep," the big boy said as they worked on their cocoa and some cookies. He laughed in an embarrassed way. "I'm ashamed to tell you how little I know about sex."
There. There it was, the magic word. It meant everything. It meant an open cunt, dripping with desire, a pair of titties swelling with heat, a stiff prick slipping into a willing hole.
Ellen didn't turn a hair.
"It's hard to believe, I know," Davey followed up. "But I never really learned to French kiss. Football is my main interest," he said, and laughed.
"Haven't you, uh, at least necked a lot?" Ellen asked. Poor guy, she wished he wasn't so much older than she was. It would sound silly to offer to give him lessons.
"Not a lot," Davey lied. "I'd like to, but it's hard to know what to do or say to get started."
This time, Ellen laughed and put out her hand. She would give him lessons.
"Move over here by me," she said, "and put your arm around me. There, that's it. Now I just turn my face up to you, and you kiss me."
She was surprised at the heat with which the big guy took her at her word. And it was thrilling, too. She felt her body turn toward his as his tongue curled down her throat. Or was his strength turning her? It was thrilling. Darn that simple minded Joe Erwin, anyhow. She'd show him she could do better.
She felt his left arm far enough around her that his hand was on her breast, and then his right came to the other. It was marvelous.
She felt a swelling and a glow in her cunt, and this was marvelous, too. Ellen hadn't necked all that much, at least what her gang called "heavy" necking, which meant finger-fucking, rubbing a guy's jock through slacks, or even, in breathlessly related cases, a girl would jerk a fellow off. But she couldn't admit to Dave that her sophistication was more conversational than real. If it hadn't been for his sheepish confession of no experience at all, she wouldn't have felt so safe or so motherly.
She found herself, without meaning to, so far over against Dave that one of her legs surprisingly came up over his. He was, in a sense, between her legs!
Far from frightening her, this happenstance made her feel bolder, more mistress of the situation. If Dave got too excited over it, well, she would meet that challenge when it came. She knew that she was very, very hot, but she was, by nature, very, very hot, so it didn't alarm her.
She felt Dave's hand leave her breast-it wasn't needed, anyhow, since she was too tightly against him that her sensitive globes were being pressed flat against Dave-and then felt it on the inside of her thigh. She knew this might be carrying things too far, but this good natured, inexperienced boy seemed to be getting such a charge out of it that she hated to put him down. Besides, she liked it too, at least her body certainly seemed to. And she had done so much with Joe in such a short time-and she had initiated it, made it happen-that she felt mutinously ready to branch out into broader fields. What could it hurt if he got a finger in her pussy? Girls were letting guys do that all the time and getting out of it by a little crying, or a little play-acting.
And it was so warm and nice and adventurous, having this entire house all to herself for the rest of the afternoon. Mom wouldn't be home for at least three hours, maybe more. OOHHHH! WOW! DAVEY HAD TOUCHED HER CUNT! Yes, he actually had.
And, though he heard a tiny alarm bell ringing inside her, it felt so good, so strangely adventurous to have this intruding hand press on her warm, soft little cunt that she didn't want to stop. Not yet, at least.
Anyhow, why worry? With a doll like Davey, so humble and so pleading, he would probably blush himself to death if she cried "STOP IT!" in a loud voice. Of course she felt safe. And it was so wonderful to have this good, warm feeling all through her, and still feel she was doing a shy, misunderstood guy an enormous favor.
She was enjoying this long kiss, too, knowing what it meant to a guy who really didn't know much about French kissing. For a beginner, he sure did a good job. Better, maybe than Joe Erwin. Of course, she felt that Joe was just a beginner, too. If she hadn't taught him, her mother had. It was so warm and nice, being able to think of warm, friendly Joe on the one hand, and have a neat guy like Davey practically finger-fucking her. It made her want to laugh and cry at the same time.
And it was so fortunate that her mother was working.
Joe Erwin was pumping his bike hard to keep up speed going up the slight grade to the highway bridge over the railroad tracks.
He felt perfectly wonderful. That Frieda! She was some woman, that one! All guts and heat. Man, the way she got him in that car of hers and gave him that blow job! Wow! How many women would have had the guts to do a thing like that? Why, anyone might have come along and caught them. Look at that guy. What'shisname, that worked in the store. If he'd gotten there two minutes sooner, he would have found Frieda with Joe's cock in her softly sucking mouth. And his finger in Frieda's cunt.
Yeah, Frieda had the guts, all right. Even at home, when she screwed him or sucked him off, she was taking a chance. Only the other day, Ellen had actually gotten there in time to see him leaving. Damn her, anyhow! Getting him with a big hard-on, and then laughing at him. Good thing she got out of there fast. Any guy'd be within his rights if he just plain old raped her, the stupid little fool.
He was up on the level ground, now, and he looked back over his shoulder. Frieda was going to do a little shopping, she had said. She ought to be catching up with him any minute. He knew that her car went much faster than his bicycle, and he hoped she would see him and honk at him. It would give him a good feeling.
It was surprising what a good feeling Dave Renaker had in his own strong body. This chick was worth a million. And it was twice as much fun, this way, working it up slow and easy. God, what a sweet, good looking, hot little dummy! And how she went for the poor lonesome boy shit. Practically fucking herself. He had an idea that that asshole Erwin had dipped his wick in this pussy full of cunt oil. Well, she'd throw rocks at Erwin once old Doctor Renaker had given her a big injection of his wild root tonic. And he was about ready to close in.
They stopped kissing, and Ellen, in a dim, warm, red haze, felt this neat guy getting his finger under the strap of her panties.
Well, he was really going at it. Maybe it was instinct that made a shy, inexperienced boy go right to the heart of a woman's sexual being. Either that, or Davey surely learned fast!
She was really not all that much alarmed when his finger finally got under that wet strap and into her cunt. Pretty soon, she'd have to stop him, get severe, scold him gently to assuage his embarrassment or hurt feelings.
And then Dave played his ace of trumps. He took his finger right out of that charmingly hot, slickly moving young pussy.
Ellen could have died. It had felt so good, so marvelous. She might even have cum in another minute of two. Not a real big cum, like she had when Joe actually put that big cock of his in her, but a lovely little one, such as she could induce, herself, with her own fingers.
She clutched at him. "What's the matter?" she asked. Davey seemed stricken.
"I forgot myself," he mumbled. "Taking liberties with a nice girl. I told you, I'm a bad one. How can I ever expect you to forgive me?"
Ellen felt like shaking him. It was, in fact, quite a liberty, but taking it this way was ridiculous. Still, it was kind of sweet.
She found that she was actually holding on to his arm. She gave it a little shake.
"Well, maybe it was sort of fresh," she said, "but you mustn't take things so hard. It was just a part of necking. It didn't really make me mad. Go ahead, put it back."
She couldn't bring herself to say: "Put your finger back in my cunt," as she would have with Joe. But she knew Joe so well.
And now Dave really went to work. First, he held her almost immovable in his strong arms, and kissed her with all the guile and strength of his long, experienced tongue. His finger went into the warmly drooling, soft lipped young cunt, deep in, and he twisted the finger as it plunged in and out. And Ellen responded with all the strength and instinct of her passionate young soul and body.
He could have made the child cum in another second or two, but when she began to fuck back hard against his finger, and to moan against his tongue, he once more removed the digit.
And now, Ellen, on a hair trigger and about to cum, was dazed with need and passion. She clung to him as her cunt boiled.
"What is it now?" she asked thickly. "Don't stop! Come on, we're only having a little fun. What's the matter with you?"
He wouldn't look her in the eye. Instead, he hung his head down in dejection.
"I never saw one of these things," he mumbled, trying not to laugh. "Believe it or not, I never saw one. Please, may I look?"
"YES!" the overheated girl cried. "OH, YESSSS!" TAKE OFF MY PANTIES. HURRY! HURRY!"
He wasted no time. The hell with the bedroom and the bed. That could wait for the next go-around. This sofa was long, wide, and springy. So all he did was to put his big hand under Ellen's trembling rump, grab the panties, and, when she raised her body to help him, he shucked them off of her.
He was beside himself with lust, pleasure, and satisfaction. This was the way he liked it. Girls who resisted too much were not much fun. Sometimes they cried when he held them and fucked them. But this chickie was so anxious he began to believe he might have a virgin here. And she definitely was beautiful.
Summer school or no summer school, she had found time to get to the beach.
Her smooth, rounded belly, her lovely thighs, were tanned a deep brown. But there was a thin strip of white across her loins, just enough to hide her cunt, testifying to the scantiness of her bikini. Here, the flesh was as white as milk, and the boy could see blue veins in a delicate tracery of life.
He was now kneeling beside her as she lay on the couch, and her eyes were closed as if in pain.
When his finger lightly touched her cunt, she moved it up like a calf reaching for his mother's tit.
He worked it in slowly and gently, but in the meantime, he had worked his belt loose and his slacks and shorts down. This was business, the real thing, and he was ready for it. His hard cock stood out like a bent arm, and he softly lifted his finger against the top of her cunt, wondering if he could get into her without any hangups.
The girl moaned, her face looking strained and eager, but her eyes were still closed. And Dave acted.
He had not had to move her thighs apart. She was so hot, so ready that she had spread them her right leg was off the couch, her foot on the floor.
He simply swarmed all over the girl, blocking her mouth with his tongue, held his cock in his right hand and aimed it to the hole, using his fingers to part the lips. He went in hard, and she was tight, but there was so much juice emptying from every pore in her cunt's mucous membrane that he went in all the way.
It was now that Ellen really woke up to what was happening. She was frantic for a cum, but her mind was outraged that this dumb kid was fucking her. She began to struggle and got his mouth off hers so that she could scream: "NO! NO! STOP IT THIS INSTANT! STOP IT! DON'T! DON'T! STOP! DON'T! STOP!"
But this was just fine. This had happened to Dave Renaker many times before. The struggling was the best part. Kids that didn't know shit about fucking would struggle and heave, and, in the process, would give you a good fuck. And besides, this girl's act wasn't all that convincing. She was really fucking him. And a bicycle turned into the street and the boy on it saw the Pinto Cobra in front of the Haynes home.
He was suddenly taken with a violent rage.
Not entirely at Dave Renaker. He was enraged at the perfidy of Ellen, at the fact that she would get him hot and leave him swinging, and then start things up with that louse of a Dave Renaker.
"OH, DAMN YOU, DAVE!" the girl was screaming. She was in tears, and part of that rage which made her cry was at herself. At her stupidity. At being such a fool as practically to lie down, hold open her cunt, and say: "Here it is, baby. Have a little!"
And her traitor body, unconcerned at things like reason, simply gave itself to pleasure so that Ellen's angry voice was crying: "DON'T STOP!" and her pleasured pussy was saying, it its own way: "DON'T STOP!"
You don't get to be All State High School Fullback if you're a physical coward. Joe was off his bike and through the gate in a. split second, and into the Haynes yard.
He heard miscellaneous cries, but his anger was such that he paid them no attention. He just wanted to face that two-timing girl and tell her what kind of a tramp she was. And just as he laid his hand on the screen door handle, Frieda's car coasted easily into her drive. Being acquainted with so much of what went on in this small town, Frieda recognized the sporty looking car, saw Joe start for her door, and recognized trouble starting.
Joe burst into the house. There in the living room, he saw a guy he thoroughly disliked, screwing his girl. He saw that she was screwing, too, but she was still screaming: "DON'T! LET ME UP! DAMN YOU, DAVE RENAKER!" And Joe responded.
Forgetting anything he had ever heard about sportsmanship, and anxious only to beat off this intruder, Joe started by laying a tremendous blow across the back of young Renaker's neck. It was almost a karate chop, but it did not land exactly right, but only enough to stun the older, larger boy for a moment. He was up and off the prostrate girl in a split second, and turned and launched a wild haymaker at Joe, who was too angry to pay any attention to skill and science. All he wanted was to wring Dave's neck.
But the wild swing found its mark, right on the point of Joe's square chin, and he went down in a heap, out like a light.
When he came to, his head was cradled against a pair of soft breasts, and tears were dropping on his face. Ellen was patting his face, imploring him to wake up. She smelt of girl sweat and a nice perfume and a lot like hot cunt, all of which he took in. But he struggled to rise and groaned: "Where is that son of a bitch? I'll kill him!"
Now, above Ellen, his clearing vision could make out Frieda, who was holding a large vase. She was panting and white, but she was laughing.
"Don't worry about Dave Renaker," she said. "He's gone, and won't be back." Her eyes closed for a moment, then she laughed. "He was standing over you, and Ellen was trying to kick him. He turned and tried to hit her, and I banged him over the head with this vase." She eyed it curiously. "It didn't break," she said in a tone of mild astonishment.
"I wish I could have killed him," Joe said. He turned his face up to Ellen, surprised that he could feel anything so deeply. He was too dazed to have any care about what he was saying or how he was saying it, and his words were: "He was fucking you!"
"I know," Ellen said simply. And then, as women have for all these centuries, she said in rationalization: "He was so strong! I couldn't help it!"
Frieda restrained a grin. She knew that Ellen was angry at Joe, and she knew why. Girls have their own way of being revenged on a lover who does them wrong. And she had her own ideas about the actions leading up to this dramatic payoff, and what Ellen's part had been.
Between them, they hoisted Joe to his feet.
He was still a little wobbly, and it was pleasant, leaning on these two soft, warm bodied women.
He was puzzled at his reaction. He had been angry at Ellen, just as she had been at him, and his only thought had been of how she had been cheating on him.
Now, remembering how helpless she had seemed, under the solid weight and husky body of Dave Renaker, he felt only tenderness and pity. Forgotten was the way Ellen had been flinging her cunt up to swallow Dave's prick, and milking down on it as he withdrew. It seemed now, in retrospect, to have been all a part of Ellen's honest struggle. He choked up for a moment, and felt the sting of tears in his eyes. Forgetting Frieda, who had sucked his cock less than an hour before, he hugged Ellen and said: "I hope I got here in time. Before, he, uh, you know."
Ellen smiled mistily.
"Oh, yes," she said. "He hadn't, uh, what you said."
Ellen guarded her voice as she said this. She knew, of course, that Joe wanted to know if Dave had cum in her pussy. Well, that was true. It tickled her to think that, after his long and careful buildup, after her stupidity and desire had tricked her into a position where she was easy to fuck, Dave had been cheated out of his orgasm.
She must, she thought in one of those rare moments of self honesty, have cum three or four times.
God, had she been hot!
Well, it hadn't been so much on account of the Renaker boy. He was attractive, but no more so than any other handsome jock. No more than Joe, to be honest. Joe was pretty good, take him all the way around. She squeezed him with the arm she had around him.
"Mom," she said wistfully, "don't you think we ought to get Joe into bed? He took a terrible beating, all for me."
Frieda had arrived in time to see the one blow which had felled Joe. And one blow doesn't constitute a "terrible beating." But she was a generous woman and a good mother.
"Yes," she answered. "We'll both undress him and put him in your bed. Then I have to go back to the store. I just remembered, there were a few things I forgot."
In spite of this protests, which were rather half hearted, the two of them got the boy undressed. At least down to his shorts.
I'll leave them for Ellen to take off, Frieda thought with a wry smile. Wonder why I'm being so damned unselfish?
For Joe, it was a time of delight and embarrassment, all in one. He knew, of course, what Frieda meant. She was giving him to her daughter. Openly. Inviting him to fuck Ellen. It was very big of her. But still, if she was, in fact, giving him to her daughter, that meant that she was giving Joe up.
And he wasn't sure that was what he wanted.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Whatever brief regret he felt when Frieda renounced him, it didn't last for long.
Because, as soon as the mother went out the door, the daughter began shedding her clothes, too.
When she was down to her panties-the same bikini style ones that Dave had ripped off-she turned to find Joe staring at her with pleasure and love in his face. And she dropped on her knees in front of him and pulled his shorts down and off.
She was in exactly the right position for it, and she put her smooth cheek against his hardening cock. She held the big dong with both her warm hands and kissed it all along its length. She suddenly felt shy and humble.
After all, she had been fucked by another guy. And that big prick-had it been so much bigger than Joe's." Had it made her fuck hole larger? Would Joe notice?
But Joe was too excited with life as it was. This was like being married, but without responsibility. He could fuck Ellen in her own bed, without fear of getting caught, or punished, or even yelled at. The one who would have yelled at him had set it up. Marvelous! And there was another phase to it, too.
He was not too dumb to have noticed Ellen's change from harridan to cooing dove, from anger to humility. And he knew exactly why.
He put his hand on her head and turned it so that she was facing his cock.
"Suck it a little bit, dear," he said kindly. "If we're going to fuck, I want it good and hard."
And Ellen, looking shyly up at the boy, said: "Yes, dear," and opened her mouth and sucked it in.
It was fantastic how good she was, Joe thought. As good as her mother, and that was very good, indeed. He suddenly had enough of this. He wanted to lie close to her, to rub his bare body on her bare body, and to get his cock into her tight little cunt.
Ellen's bed was very soft and pretty and feminine. They had removed a couple of cuddly animals, pulled back the covers, and Ellen slipped into bed.
For a moment she felt that damned shyness again, and covered her breasts with her arms and forearms. Then she opened her arms and said to Joe: "Come on, lover! It's right here for you and only for you. Come and get it!"
She almost screamed when Joe plunged his hard cock into her tender little pussy. Now that she felt Joe's cock, so soon after Dave's, she knew they were almost exactly the same size. But Dave had shot it into her without any hesitation, giving her no time to adjust to its size. He had rasped her, inside, somehow. And now Joe, ramming it in with equal force, had sent a shock of delightful pain into the same sensitized areas.
And another thing. She had been well fucked, enough to make her shoot her wad several times, but not enough for him to get off his load of slick seed. It had left something lacking, and what was lacking was what Joe was serving up. Hard, hot peter.
She suddenly was flooded with affection for this big kid. She flung her arms around his big chest and hugged him so hard that her swollen boobs were lanced through by a titty-pang that made her weak.
"You're so wonderful, Joe," she whispered. "You're so big and so hard. And you feel so good, inside me. OOOOHHH!" she cried. "HANG ON TO ME, JOE BABY! HOLD ME TIGHT! OHHHH! OHHHH! I THINK I'M ABOUT TO CUM! OHHHH! OHHHHH! FUCK ME, JOE! FUCK ME! I'M CUMMMMMIII-NNNGGG!" he gave her cunt three more hard plunges, then lay still on her, supporting most of her weight with his arms, and felt those magnificent young cuntal muscles play over his cock.
He knew, from listening to John Cox and other fellows who screwed a lot that his was not a quality found in all women.
He had had it from Frieda, and, in a slightly lesser sense, from the drunken Aunt Dolly. It had been great. But now, he thought, this young girl was the best. Damn it, though, he sure wished he could ever get a chance to compare her with her mother again.
They heard the front door open without any sense of alarm or embarrassment. After all, they were doing what Frieda had obviously meant them to do. But there was another voice, a deeper voice, chatting with Ellen's mom. But nobody opened Ellen's bedroom door, and the voices died away.
But a question had to be raised. And John Cox raised it.
"What about your daughter?" he asked. "Isn't that her room on the right as we came in? The door was shut. How do you know she isn't in there?"
Frieda hugged the curly headed boy and kissed him as she reached to help him unfasten his slacks.
"You just get your clothes off, big boy," she said gaily. "I told you, a few nights ago, that I liked you, and I liked your cock. Gee, I'm so glad I ran into you at the store. Here, help me with this zipper on the back of my dress. And stop worrying about my daughter, or anyone else."
When they were both undressed., John looked down at his cock and laughed.
"I must not be worried any more," he said. "Look at that thing! Did you really like him?"
The gorgeously built woman, now naked, too, leaned down and kissed the red head, sucking it between her lips like a ripe Dlum, holding a supporting hand on his buttock.
"Just get on the bed, baby," Frieda said. "Lie on your back. I'm going to ride you! GOD!" she cried. "To think of having that shoved up me, and all my weight driving down on it! You'll puncture my liver, you stud horse!"
She clambered over him, one knee at each of his hips, and fumbled under her for the waving cock. When she had it by its broad red head, she wiped it up and down between her fat, rubbery cunt lips, parting them so that the boy's cock was rubbed in the flow of juice from inside.
When she was satisfied that all was lubricated, she said "AHHHHH!" and slid down on the penetrating cockstaff.
It did feel as if it were up to her liver, she thought. And that fierce rub against all the upper parts of her cunt, not only inside, but up to her clit. It was marvelous!
She shifted her rump from side to side, loving the gut deep pain she got as she banged her cervix against the hard rod of meat, and the way the big boy's peter rubbed all of her lovingest, most sensitive spots.
And big John Cox, watching the beautiful woman as she rode him so gracefully, watching her magnificent boobs bounce and sway, feeling the massage her cunt gave him, was happy.
In the front bedroom, Joe was working his stiff prick in and out of Ellen's tight pussy. It was gripping him like a greased and tender fist, gently turning and twisting as the hot young girl tried to put all her love into what her cunt was doing.
He bent his head and pushed one of her firm titties up to where he could get the big nipple in his mouth, then he sucked on it as if he would get milk from it. He remembered what Frieda had taught him-that a woman's sex feeling is not soley in her pussy, but in other erogenous places. And a woman's breasts were chief among them.
So he was not surprised when the sucking on her titty made her inner muscles writhe and play tricks on his dick.
Then, with the big, softly firm breast partly in his mouth, he put both hands down and behind Ellen, getting her wonderful buttocks in a gentle grip.
He pulled them apart, sliding his hands in until he felt his thick cock, felt wet hair, and felt the ring of cunt flesh which held it and milked at it.
He dabbled with his fingers in the clear, thick juice which he was pumping out at every stroke, and smeared it on her asshole, thinking of how he had done this to Dolly Patton, and of how hot and tight it had been, fucking her in the ass.
He whispered to the girl: "You're wonderful, baby. Did that big son of a bitch hurt you very much?"
And the girl, thinking only of her pussy and how good it felt, said emphatically: "No, he didn't, Joe darling. You could hurt me, but he couldn't. He wasn't as big as you!"
Some thought connected with the two cocks penetrating her this afternoon, and so close together, made her pussy clamp down more desperately on the boy's hard cock. It made the inner rub she was getting all the more positve, too, and it brought her again to that wavery peak on the edge of orgasm.
"JOE!" she screamed. "I'm cumming again! OHHHH! PLEASE! FUCK ME REAL HARD, JOE! OH, DO IT TO ME, DARLING! IT'S SO GOOD! SO DAMN GOOD! OHHHH! OHHHH! DEEPER, DARLING! IT'S SO GOOD! SO DAMN GOOD! OHHHH! OHHHH! DEEPER, DARLING! OH, YOU'RE FUCKING ME SO GOOOODDD! AAARRRGGGHHH!"
The wildness of the girl's cries, her violent thrashing as she tried to get Joe's cock buried in her even deeper, evoked something primitive and white hot in Joe.
His hands were still in the girl's ass crack, and were wet with her cum flow.
As he began to cum, he plunged one long, cunt slick finger up Ellen's asshole, burying it deep in the soft bowel, wiggling it around to give the greatest effect of being fucked in that utilitarian vent.
She felt the invasion of her rectum, the momentary pain of the plunging finger, just as her vagina filled and swelled with the first of Joe's jets of hot semen.
It was so transcendental that she blacked out for a second, completely unhinged by the great joy of the combined pleasure and pain. Erotic nerves she had never known she possessed glowed in fiery joy as her clinging rectum sucked on his finger.
Her cuntal sensations, lighted to a deep red glow by Dave Renaker's hard fucking, then extended and heightened by Joe, now threw Ellen into a fifth dimension of fuck joy.
They were sucking tongues as they throbbed out the depth and high heat of their cumming, but an incandescent thought burned in Ellen's mind. He's got to fuck me in the ass, the girl's mind noted clearly. Then I'll be all his, asshole and all.
It was a high thought, and Ellen's adventurous heart held a brief pang. Davey's cock had been so nice. And he was such a mean, tough rascal. It may be good for a woman to be bullied. But if she gave all of herself to Joe-well, fucking made a girl a little lightheaded. No use to give up all her future.
Frieda was enjoying that big pole of hard meat buried so deep in her guts. But she wanted something sweeter. She wanted to kiss Johnny boy, to have his hard tongue curling into her mouth and licking hard at her teeth and gums. A lady's titties need some kissing, too, and here she was, way up in the air above John.
She bent her body at her beautiful hips, and her face came down to the big boy's, her lips wet with saliva, and they kissed deeply, tongue to tongue. Frieda felt the squeeze on her big soft breasts, and she tucked them between her chest and John's, so that they got the full, delightful pressure.
The penetration was still as deep, but in a slightly changed direction. Now the big cock was striking right against the tenderness of her rectum, only a couple of membranes thickness removed from her vaginal walls and John's cockhead. It was a deep running thrill, a new note in the symphony of passion, and Frieda fucked a little faster, her splendid body rising and falling like a jumping jack.
Her clit was now in contact with the boy's hard shaft both as her cunt went down and when it came up. She let go of his tongue and shut her eyes, nearly crazed with heat and the imminence of her fulfillment.
When she felt the big cock throb against her tender bowel, and her cunt clung as the hot jism swirled out, her own hard knot of orgasm burst, and she went crazy.
"OH, GOD!" she cried in John's ear. "OH, HEAVENLY FATHER! THAT'S IT, BABY! THAT'S MY BOY! OH! OH! FUCK ME, JOHN BOY! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG COCK IN MY HOT CUNT! OH, JOHNNY! FUCK ME GOOD, BABY! FUCK MEEEE!"
The big boy had to hold Frieda to him, she was so wild, and he hung with his big hands to her rump, holding the globes apart, exposing her asshole, which shuddered under the sexual wallops of her cumming.
When the lush body on his had stopped jerking, the two of them rolled so that they faced each other, with John's prick still buried deep in the jism filled pussy. They were both slippery with their sweat, and Frieda kissed the big kid, her tongue now soft after her passion had ebbed.
"You know that thing you let me do in your car the other night?" John asked. Frieda shivered with fuck fever. "You mean when you sucked your cum out of my cunt and fed it back to me?" she asked. "OOOOHHHH! That would be so lovely!"
She groaned and put her hand over her tingling pussy as John pulled out. Her eyes were on the dripping cock, and she licked her lips as the boy turned, taking the thick stem in her left hand and opening her mouth in a big, red "O".
"MMMMMM!" she whispered just as the tasty organ came to her, and her entire body stiffened as John went down on her, sucking hard at her sensitive cunt hole.
He lay partly on her, reveling in this contact of naked body with naked body. His arms went around her hips, his hands coming up between the softly muscled thighs to hold her cunt lips open so that the throbbing red and pink interior was revealed.
When he got his first big mouthful, he sucked again, and the woman's strong body bucked up at him involuntarily. She was so hot that another cum was only a heartbeat away, and she wanted to save herself for a purpose.
She concentrated on sucking the big boy's cock nice and clean, joying in the richness of his cum mixed with hers. When it was pink as a baby's bottom, she took the softening tool out of her mouth and tugged at John's hair until he let up on her cunt and turned his mouth to hers.
He had turned full around, and now still lay on the woman, throwing his leg over hers just to get the luxury of feeling warm and naked flesh on his body.
One of her big breasts was pressed under him. With a free hand, he squeezed the other as he began to let the fuck juices drain into Frieda's mouth, drop by drop.
The taste of the rich combination of cum juices, its slickness and wholesomeness, made Frieda's pussy glow again with heat.
His hearty caresses on her throbbing boob also stoked her fires.
She was ready to fuck right now, but figured that John-and Joe, too, for that matter-would need a little more time, a little loving, a little sucking before they would have hard-ons.
After she had sucked in the last drop of goodness from John's lips, she whispered: "I have to leave you for a minute or two, maybe longer. Have to go and make a little peepee. You just lie here and wait, lover boy, and think about how good it is to fuck with freedom and without clothes.
Her cum had been so complete, so deep that Ellen clung to Joe for a long time.
The long finger tickling in her tender asshole had given her an insight into the broad spectrum of sexual love, the wide choice of pleasures. She could understand better, now, how her mother had felt about Joe. She had an idea that her mom had John in with her, now, and that the act had a meaning.
While Joe was giving her the deep pleasure of sucking her cunt dry and giving her the juice, as John was doing with her mother, she thought about it, about John and her mother. John was a beautiful fellow. Everyone said he fucked you or he didn't take you out a second time. It was scary but stimulating. But he was Joe's best friend'; maybe she shouldn't think about him.
She felt exhausted and still ready at the same time. It was nice to be a woman, and be able to cum so often and for so long. But a guy, even if he could only fuck once or twice. could, if he had control, make a girl shoot her wad over and over.
She thought of her mother with love and understanding. It was nice to know that your female parent was as hot as you were. It made her feel more like a sister than a daughter.
And, as a sister should, she thought it wasn't very nice of her to take Joe away from mom. Not altogether, anyhow. And mom had been so sweet, so unbeliveably wonderful about her and Joe. Leaving them right here, knowing they would fuck.
She felt a sharp little suggestion from her cunt, and kissed Joe.
"Let me up, baby," she whispered. "I have to go potty."
That's the way it happened that Frieda and Ellen, mother and daughter, met in the wide hall that divides the two sides of the Haynes home. They met face to face, and Frieda, looking at her daughter's nakedness, thought: How beautiful she is!
She held out her lovely arms, and the girl rushed into them, feeling a new sort of glow rise in her.
They stood breast to breast, belly to belly, as they kissed, and Frieda, without thinking, thrust her tongue into her daughter's mouth, where it found a hardening tongue willing to meet it.
They clung together in heat, and Ellen thought: J don't have to depend on Char for girl fun.
When they stopped kissing, Frieda's eyes were bright with tears of love.
"I had to remember that you were a woman, as well as my daughter, and that you had a woman's hungers and a woman's rights," she whispered. "Oh, my darling, nothing matters as long as we love each other!"
And Ellen, too choked to speak, nodded her head over and over.
They hugged again, and after their embrace was over, Frieda said gaily: Let's go in the bathroom and do our thing. It won't hurt those two tigers to be alone and recuperate."
When they were through, Ellen stood by as Frieda fluffed out her hair. She was smiling.
"Is it so terrible of me to wish that you could have Joe, too?" she asked. "I don't want to tie him down, nor to be tied down by him."
Her mother looked at her with arched eyebrows.
"You're too young to be tied down," Frieda said. "And I know exactly the way to make the point without hurting anyone too much. Can you guess what I'm thinking?"
Ellen fairly danced, she was so eager.
"Do you think it will work?" she asked. "No, that's a silly question. If I've been thinking that forever is a long, long time to give yourself to a guy, then it's fair to think that Joe feels the same way, right?"
"Right on," Frieda answered.
"But won't it be, uh, embarrassing, for me just to walk in on John, like this?"
"He'll be delighted," her mother replied. "Any grown up boy with a cock and balls like John Cox has a dream-that he'll fuck one woman, and that another, just as good, will fuck him. Only it doesn't happen."
They went out of the bathroom and held each other briefly. Then they turned and started for the two enigmatic doors, Frieda to Ellen's, Ellen to Frieda's, with their heads held high.
