The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes oh all comers, male and female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, joins the neighborhood mate-traders.
Janette Balmora is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her a depth of passion she never dreamed existed lies coiled like a snake, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse it.
MOM'S A HOT VOYEUR-a fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of its real problems.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Janette Balmora crossed her legs as she sat in the passenger seat of the car and smiled slightly, fully aware of that fact that the driver was looking at her bikini-clad body with admiration. She knew that men found her attractive, and she was enough of a narcissist to appreciate the desire that showed itself in their eyes. She was a married woman-happily married, in fact-and in her mid-thirties, but she was still as sexy as she had been as a teenager.
Now that she had teenaged children of her own, she was more pleased than ever to have a man admire her, and lust for her, too.
Yes, she was happily married-but a lot of that happiness stemmed from the fact that she frequently cheated on her husband.
Janette had copper-colored hair that she wore in ringlets and coils. Her eyes were green and slightly tilted at the corners, her cheekbones rather high and her mouth full and wide and sensuous.
Her tits were big and firm and capped by the twin peaks of her large, stiff nipples.
Her legs were long and smooth and seemed to have been designed to be wrapped around a man's haunches while he fucked her.
She had flared hips and an ass shaped like a teardrop, thrusting out prominently and then curving in to the firm backs of her thighs.
Her belly was flat and her waist narrow but her pussy mound pushed out and then dipped in between her legs as if her crotch had been retreaded for heavy duty use. That pert cunt mound was matted with a curly filigree of coppery pubic hair, thick and tangled as a tropical rain forest.
These were points that the driver, John Drummond, was admiring at the moment.
Janette's bikini bathing suit didn't cover a great deal of her sleek body.
She had donned a terry beach robe but hadn't fastened the belt, and so it concealed little more of her body than if she had been wearing only the bikini.
Drummond was driving very slowly and the car was swerving from side to side, as his attention turned more and more to the gorgeous woman beside him. But there was nothing to hit along this stretch of beach road and the worst they could do, he knew, was to run off the road and get stuck in the sand-and he didn't mind the idea of being stranded with Janette.
It was an isolated area.
Sand dunes towered up on one side and the ocean stretched away on the other, and the only houses in the area were set far back from the unpaved road, usually out of sight from the road.
Janette crossed her legs the other way. Was she deliberately teasing him? He wasn't sure.
Although the Balmoras and the Drum-monds had been summertime neighbors at the Cape for six years now, they didn't really know each other very well, and Drummond was wondering if this sexy woman was a cock-teaser-or something far more interesting and agreeable.
It was early in the season.
Most of the beach houses had not yet been occupied for the summer.
Drummond and his wife Cathy always arrived early, for he was an independently wealthy man, able to get away from the city when he chose. This year, Janette had arrived a week before her husband. He still had work to finish in New York and Janette had brought the children to the Cape ahead of him, to open the beach house and get an early start on a sun-tan. The two houses were next to one another in the dunes, a hundred yards apart. Only the roof of each house was visible from the other, but that morning Drummond had noticed smoke rising from the chimney of the Balmora house and had wandered down along the beach to investigate and found Janette sitting on a beach towel. Her children had braved the chilly water and were swimming and splashing about. A few other hardy youngsters were in the water or playing with beach balls and Frisbees....
His shadow fell over her.
Janette looked up and smiled.
Standing over her, Drummond was able to see her deep cleavage and the slopes of her big tits almost to the nipples.
"I saw your fire," he remarked.
"Yes, we arrived early this year."
"Harry was able to get away early, huh?"
"No, I came on ahead with Debby and Mike," she said.
Drummond grinned. So, she was there without her husband. He began to speculate on his chances.
He glanced out toward the water.
Debby was standing in shallow water, and Drummond saw that she had matured considerably over the last year. Already, she was showing all the signs of taking after her mother. He squinted at her plump tits and nubile ass. Her hair was lighter than Janette's, but worn in the same coiled and casual fashion-the sort of hair that would have looked good spread out across a pillow while the girl writhed in passion under a man. Her damp body glistened.
Mike was farther out, swimming powerfully in the rolling surf.
Mike was eighteen, an athletic young man who probably, Drummond guessed, had plenty of girls chasing him.
Drummond looked back at sexy little Debby for a moment, then down at Janette again.
His prick had begun to tingle.
He hoped he was not going to get a hard-on standing there. He had a big cock and would not be able to hide a hard-on in his swimming trunks, and it might be embarrassing. On the other hand, it might be interesting to see Janette's reaction.
He hunkered down.
Her legs were parted and her bikini was so tiny that Drummond could see a few wisps of copper-colored pubic hair curling from the edge of the tight band that concealed her cunt.
"I have to run into the village this morning," he said. "Can I get you anything?"
"Well-we do need some supplies."
"Or you can ride in with me," he suggested.
She hesitated.
He wondered why. It was a simple and straightforward suggestion. Why was she hesitating about it?
"Well, okay," she smiled.
Janette walked down to the edge of the water.
Drummond gazed at her wonderful ass, noticing that her pelvis moved a lot more than walking necessitated, wondering if that provocative gait was natural to her or if she was deliberately trying to turn him on. "Debby!" she called.
The sexy teenager had started to chat with several young men, and she looked slightly annoyed at the interruption as she turned towards her mother and raised her eyebrows questioningly.
"I'm going to the village with John," Janette called.' "We'll probably be gone for several hours. Okay?"
"Sure-I'm not a child," Debby said, for the benefit of the handsome boys hanging around her.
Janette smiled at the reply.
Janette had known full well that Debby would not mind being left on her own with her admirers.
But she wondered just how sexually experienced her daughter was. Was the girl still a virgin?
Janette had more than a maternal interest in that question.
Janette had no desire to protect her daughter's chastity.
Quite the reverse, in fact.
For in her fashion, Janette Balmora was kinky. Although she enjoyed all things of a sexual nature, her main pleasure had always come from observation. Janette was a voyeur.
She liked to watch other people fuck.
And she knew that there was nothing that would turn her on more than watching her daughter fuck....
Now, as she sat in the car, she was deliberately posing in an erotic way to get Drummond excited.
It was Janette's nature to enjoy turning men on. But she was doing it automatically. Her thoughts were elsewhere. Janette was wondering what Debby would be doing in her absence and, more to the point, how she could manage to watch.
It was making her horny.
Her pussy was getting hot and wet.
She knew that the crotchband of her bikini was going to darken with her flowing cunt juices. Unlike Drummond, who had been slightly nervous about displaying a stiff prick in a swim suit, Janette was very uninhibited, and she parted her thighs enough so that he could see.
Drummond gulped.
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down-just as if it were connected to his cock through some internal clockwork.
The car had slowed almost to a stop.
Then Janette got an idea.
The dirt road they were on ran farther out along the Cape, then curved back towards the village on the other side. They had already gone around the long bend and had come to a point where they were just opposite the Balmora beach house. From there it was an easy walk across the dunes in the middle of the narrow finger of land-and it occurred to naughty Janette that she could return that way on foot, coming up to the beach house from the back, her arrival unexpected and, hopefully, unnoticed. Approaching the back windows, she would be able to see what, if anything, was taking place in her absence!
It seemed a wonderful idea.
"Stop the car, please," she said.
Drummond immediately braked and pulled to the side of the road.
He could think of only one reason why Janette should want him to stop along that isolated stretch, and his hopes soared.
"I-I forgot something," she said.
"You want me to go back?"
"No, don't bother. I don't think I'll go to the village today, anyway. I'll walk back across the dunes."
His disappointment showed clearly in his face.
"I'd been looking forward to having lunch in the village-with you," he told her.
"Sorry. Maybe tomorrow."
Thinking about her devious and clever plan to spy on her daughter, Janette had failed to notice his deep disappointment.
He grinned sheepishly.
"To tell you the truth-when you asked me to stop the car, I thought you had something interesting in mind."
She looked at him.
"Like what?" she said teasingly.
"Oh-I thought maybe you wanted to screw," he said, and he grinned so that his words were not offensive, so that she could take it as a joke, if she chose, or seriously if she wished to.
Then Janette realized how much she had turned Drummond on.
"I guess I'm acting like a cock-teaser, huh?" she said.
He blinked.
"Well-you are awfully desirable," he said. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disappoint you."
He shrugged. Drummond had always been successful with women and was not the type to press his attentions when they were unwelcome.
But now Janette was horny.
She had gotten horny by thinking about her daughter, rather than thinking about Drummond and herself. But Drummond was a very attractive man, and horny was horny.
There was no need to rush back.
It might even be better to give Debby plenty of time.
Janette fluttered her long coppery eyelashes.
"I'd hate for you to think I was a tease," she said.
"It's okay," he said diffidently.
She noticed that the front of his swimming trunks had begun to bulge.
"I really do have to go back," she said. "I'm sorry. But-"
He raised his eyebrows.
Her smile was bewitching.
"How would you like a blow-job?" Janette asked.
John Drummond almost fainted with surprise.
CHAPTER TWO
Drummond was still gripping the steering wheel with both hands, and his hands had begun to shake. His cock was swelling. If Janette was really a cock-teaser, she certainly knew how to do it effectively, he decided, hardly able to believe that she was serious about the offer and afraid to get his hopes up prematurely.
She peered into his face.
"Well?" she asked.
"I'd like a blow-job very much," he whispered. She giggled.
Janette had always been fond of a mouthful of prick, and giving a blow-job was no hardship whatsoever. She had sucked plenty of cock in her time-starting at an early age.
The first cock that Janette had ever sucked had been her brother's cock.
Her first fuck had been when she was in high school.
So she knew that it was not at all un-likely that her daughter Debby had already started sucking and fucking, and she looked forward to finding out.
But she had something to do, first.
And Janette could think of no more pleasant way to kill a few minutes than by sucking a big prick.
From the way the front of Drummond's trunks was bulging, she knew that he had a big, hard mouthful of cock meat for her, and the prospect made her drool. Her nimble tongue slid sideways across her parted lips. Her green eyes glowed hungrily. Her gaze moved up and down between Drummond's face and his cock-bulge. She loved to see the way his burning desire registered on his face, and she loved to see the way his cock was throbbing even more. She reached across and placed a hand on his bare thigh.
She began to stroke his leg.
He held his breath, still not sure, still afraid that this was merely a cock-teaser's vile trick.
But then her hand moved up and cupped his cock-bulge and he groaned and shuddered-and he realized that, whatever she was, this gorgeous woman was not a cock-teaser.
She squeezed his cock and balls gently through his trunks.
"Ummm-big," she purred.
He reached down, fumbling, and turned off the ignition.
Her fingers stroked up, tracing the length of his iron-hard prick from root to crown.
Then she drew the elastic waistband of his trunks out widely and lowered his trunks, fitting the elastic under his balls so that his cock and balls were completely bared.
She stared at his prick for a moment, licking her lips in happy anticipation, a gourmet gazing at a well-laid table.
His cock was both long and thick.
The vein that seamed the underside of his cock was as fat as her little finger and pulsating. The cock head was shaped like a mushroom, a big slab of delicious-looking purple prick meat, and his hairy balls were swollen up like over-inflated balloons.
She knew those huge balls must contain a lot of cum.
The idea made her mouth water.
"Yummy," she whispered.
He stared down at her excited face, seeing her tongue switch back and forth across her moist lower lip.
Her left hand moved up and cupped his bloated balls, squeezing the firm bag gently.
She folded her right hand around the root of his prick.
Still staring at him, she gave his cock a slow, skimming stroke, then she tightened her grip and stroked again. His foreskin curled up over the ledge behind the knob as her fist rose up, then drew back tautly as her hand descended, so that his cock head flared out like the head of a hooded cobra about to strike. The cleft was parted and a drop of jism bubbled out.
Her fist went down to the root of his prick and held steady, so that his fucker towered up naked from her grip as if she were clenching a club. Another blob of cum oozed out.
The sticky stuff ran sluggishly down the slope of his cock head and onto his cock shaft.
Janette stuck her tongue out.
Lowering her head, she lapped that slimy drop of cum up.
She drew back, letting the cum drop run around on her tongue for a moment, then swallowing it down.
"Delicious," she purred.
Another blob of jism oozed out and she gathered it up with a quick flick of her tongue.
Drummond watched in fascination, seeing her hot pink tongue glide over his cock meat and seeing the quicksilvery blob of his jism trickle onto her tongue.
She ducked down lower and began to lick his balls.
Ball meat had a subtly different flavor from cock meat, she thought. It made a nice first course, an appetizer before the meat course-and then the rich, creamy dessert.
Moving up from his swollen balls, Janette began to lick up and down his cock shaft. She slurped from hilt to cock head with long, fluid strokes, then her tongue darted along the path of the pulsating ventral vein. Her saliva glistened on his hot prick meat.
She tongued the sensitive point where his cock head flared out from his cock shaft and the vein merged into the delta of the underside of his huge prick knob.
She was purring like a cat.
Drummond was no stranger to blow-jobs, and he figured that this was the best one he had ever had-and it was getting better all the while. Her technique was superb but, more than that, it was the enthusiasm with which she approached the task. It was quite obvious that Janette loved sucking cock and that made it even better.
She kissed the tip of his cock.
Then she slowly let her lips part and fed that flared slab of hot cock meat into her mouth.
Her lips ovaled around the prick shaft.
Her cheeks hollowed in as she gently sucked.
"Ummm-ummm-ummmm," she sighed.
She worked hungrily on the cock knob for a while, then began to bob her head up and down. Her lips were compressed, collaring his cock shaft. She took his cock deeper into her mouth each time she bobbed down, then slowly drew back up, sucking through every inch, until only the head of his prick was in her mouth.
Her tongue flashed back and forth, bathing the underside of his cock knob, then flattened into a moist carpet over which his cock meat was riding as it pushed towards her throat.
His prick knob lodged in her gullet. She gasped as her air was cut off, but kept sucking.
As she drew up, saliva poured down his cock, mixed with frothy ribbons of pre-cum that seeped from his cleft steadily now. Then she went back down and polished his prick meat to a luster.
She drew her lips to the very tip of his prick.
Holding his cock head like a microphone, her words muffled on his cock meat, she whispered: "Come-come in my mouth, John, darling. Let me milk your cock and drink your sweet jism."
Those erotic words excited him as much as her mouth.
His cock began to buck like a bronco.
Her head started going up and down again, fucking his cock head right back into her throat.
His heels were drumming on the floorboards of the car. His back arched deeply. He played one hand behind her head and began to hump up from the seat, fucking steadily into her mouth. His cock got bigger and bigger as his ejaculation neared and his balls threatened to burst as they swelled out with his massive cum-load.
He whimpered, then groaned. "Here it comes," he rasped. "Take it, baby!"
She gurgled with joy and sucked longingly.
Her hand still cupped his balls and she felt the swollen bag pulsing. His cock expanded as his cum pushed up and his cock head flared. He lurched upward, gasping.
Suddenly her mouth was full of cum.
Squealing with joy, the cock-hungry girl swallowed and sucked, sucked and swallowed, wanting every drop. He kept pouring his thick cum into her mouth in spurt after spurt, hosing her gullet and whitewashing her tonsils. The slippery spunk skimmed over the roof of her mouth and washed into her cheeks and set her tongue afloat in cum.
Greedy as she was, there was too much jism to swallow.
Cum filled her mouth to the brim and overflowed from her pursed lips, running down her chin.
Her head continued to bob up and down as she sucked his cock dry.
Then she drew her lips away and used her tongue to lap up the stray drops of cum from his cock and balls.
"That was lovely," she whispered, glancing up at him through fluttering eyelashes, her lips creamy with jizz.
Despite his massive ejaculation, his cock still remained stiff.
Her saliva glistened on the cock meat.
She gazed at his prick thoughtfully and, seeing it was still rampant, wondered if she should let him fuck her now.
Cock-sucking always made her cunt hot for a stuffing.
But Janette had other things to do today....
CHAPTER THREE
Drummond drew Janette up and kissed her.
It dawned on him that during the whole cock-sucking process he had not touched her at all, except to place his hand on the back of her head. It was the first time that a woman had ever sucked him off without at least a little preliminary fondling to make her hot, and the realization made him appreciate Janette's enthusiasm all the more.
They swapped tongues for a moment.
His hand moved to her plump tit, caressing the firm globe and feeling her nipple expand through her bikini top.
But then she drew away.
"Let's fuck," he said.
She smiled but shook her head.
"Not now," she said. "Sometime, maybe."
"Well, at least let me return the favor, huh?" he suggested. "Let me eat your pussy, Janette?"
It was a nice thought and she hesitated. Her cunt was awfully hot and could certainly use some tongue. But she was impatient to get back to the beach house, afraid that she might miss out on what was happening there.
"I'll take a rain check," she told him.
"But didn't it make you hot-sucking my cock?"
"Of course it did.".
He shook his head in bewilderment.
She leaned over and kissed him again, lightly and affectionately this time, then drew back.
"I'll see you tomorrow, if you like," she said.
She thought that she might be even hornier then-if things worked put the way she was hoping-and that it would be handy, to say the least, to have a huge prick available.
"Tomorrow," he said.
"Okay," she agreed, and she got out of the car.
She strolled off into the dunes and looked back over her shoulder when she was some distance away, a smile on her lips. Drummond had been watching her walk away, she was pleased to see. His cock was still out and sticking up like an extra gearshift.
Then she turned again and walked on.
He watched her until she was out of sight.
Then he grunted and put his prick away. He had to cram his cock back inside his swimming trunks like a crowbar.
What a remarkable woman, he thought.
He started the car and drove on to the village, already looking forward to seeing Janette again the next day.
Janette walked on, eager to discover what she would be able to secretly see today at the beach house.
The idea of spying on Debby was one she had been thinking about for some time now. She didn't consider it in terms of right or wrong, or trouble herself with the ethics or the morality of it. Janette was a confirmed voyeur and if spying on her own daughter was a very naughty thing to do-well, that only made the idea more exciting.
Things were always more exciting when they were wicked.
Like incest, for instance.
Just as Janette had learned the pleasure of sucking a cock with her older brother, so had she learned the titillating delights of voyeurism with that youth.
The one had led to the other....
Janette had just been awakening to the sexual compulsions. She had discovered masturbation not long before, more or less by accident. She had been petting her pussy in bed one lazy morning, simply because it felt nice and made it tingle, and soon enough her cunt had started to really simmer and steam.
She intensified her self-caress.
When she reached her first orgasm, it was so wonderful that it left her gasping.
She lay there, stunned by the new discovery, wondering if she had invented it or if other girls already knew about it. She wondered if it was a bad thing to do.
Then she did it again.
After that she began finger-fucking her pussy regularly. She did it every night before she fell asleep and nearly every morning as soon as she woke up and, quite often, once or twice during the day, either at home or in the school rest room.
She discussed it with other girls.
Finding out that it was not her own invention in no way lessened the pleasure of finger-fucking.
She experimented with various ways to do it and different positions in which to enjoy frigging her pussy.
Janette did it lying down and kneeling, squatting and standing, in her bed and in various chairs. Under cover of darkness, she gave herself a hand-job on the front porch, while her father, all unknowing-or at least she thought he didn't know-peacefully smoked his pipe with his feet up on the railing. She diddled her pussy in the bathtub, all slippery with soap, and she did it standing under the shower spray.
She fucked herself with inanimate objects, as well.
She stuffed her cunt with her Teddy bear's leg and her hair dryer nozzle. She fucked herself with a fat salami-and later took a secret delight when she saw her father eating that particular salami.
There were shades of incest involved in that thrill.
She used her father's electric toothbrush to vibrate her clit the very next day.
Then Janette made a point of looking into the bathroom the next time he brushed his teeth.
She didn't even know what voyeurism was, in those days-but there it was, all mixed up with vague, incestuous desires.
Janette began to lurk around the house, to move stealthily from room to room, hoping to stumble unexpectedly on some thrilling sight. She managed to get a look at her father in the shower and admired his big prick-but she wished that his cock had been hard. She got a look at her older brother changing out of his baseball uniform. She even spied on her mother as that woman dressed. Janette had no lesbian inclinations and it wasn't that she wanted to see a female body in particular, it was simply that she wanted to see anything that she could see in her secretive spying.
Her experience was limited.
Then came the memorable day when she caught her brother jerking off and found her voyeurism confirmed on the spot.
* * *
Jeff was eighteen years old, and it had never really dawned on Janette that her big brother might have sexual urges. She figured that he was more interested in sports than girls and orgasms. She knew he had a big cock, having seen it when he dressed, but she had only seen her brother's cock soft and hadn't even imagined it in an erect state-as she had her father's cock.
But one day Janette noticed that there was a definite swelling in the front of Jeff's jeans. Under normal circumstances she would have assumed that he had a baseball in his pocket or that he was wearing the protective cup he used for football, but today there was something furtive in the boy's attitude as he moved past her. Janette was reading a film magazine-wishing that she lived in Hollywood where she might get a secret look at a film star's prick, actually-and Jeff came through the room heading for the stairs. He had a magazine, too, but it was tightly folded so that she could not see what it was. Was he a secret film fan, too? He would hardly bother to conceal the cover of a sports magazine.
Peering closely to try to discern the name of the magazine, the girl noticed his suspicious cock-bulge.
Then Jeff made it all the more suspicious by twisting so that the front of his crotch was hidden from her and shuffling in a crab-like gait out of the room.
A moment later she heard him moving around upstairs, in his bedroom.
Janette began to ponder the situation. Could it be that her brother had a hard-on? Was it possible that he cared about things other than baseball and football? And what had that magazine been, anyhow, that he should hide it from her?
And if he did have a hard-on-was he going to jerk off?
The very idea seemed preposterous, at first. Still, she was younger than her brother, and she gave herself plenty of hand-jobs. Who knew what lurked in the pants of such a youth?
Janette grinned wickedly and impishy as she made up her mind to spy on Jeff. She didn't really expect to see anything interesting. It was the spying itself that excited her. But still, if she got lucky-she began to feel a thrill of anticipation.
She went upstairs silently and moved down the corridor to her brother's bedroom. Placing her ear to the door, she listened-and heard his labored breathing. He was really huffing and puffing.
He was probably doing some push-ups, she figured.
She knelt and looked through the keyhole-and almost cried out aloud in amazement.
Jeff was stark naked.
He was standing in the middle of the room, the magazine open to the centerfold and held before his eyes in his left hand. His right hand was wrapped around his stiff prick, furiously beating that formidable fucker up and down.
Janette's eyes focused on his prick. The big cock knob was glossy and the fat vein that ran up the underside of his cock shaft was pulsing and his balls looked colossal. The boy's face was contorted by a grimace of lust, eyes narrowed to slits, lips drawn back from his teeth as he beat merrily away on his cock meat.
A shaft of white-hot lust ran through her loins.
She felt dazed by the sensation.
Scarcely aware of what she was doing, Janette lifted her skirt and pushed her panties down and began to claw at her cunt. She creamed almost instantly-and kept right on rubbing her wet pussy.
Jeff was on the last strokes of his hand-job.
His whole body was shaking and quivering and his cock was getting bigger and bigger.
A blob of pre-cum oozed from the open cleft and ran sluggishly down onto his fist, glistening between his curled thumb and forefinger. His right hand had become a blur now, so fast was it stroking. The pre-cum sprayed from his fist like water from a wet dog. The magazine was rustling as his left hand shook violently. Janette noticed that the centerfold was a glossy photograph of a big-titted blonde with her legs spread. But Janette didn't give a damn what it was that her brother was turning on to-she was only interested in the results.
She came again.
She didn't even realize it. She was so hot that her orgasms were only stimulating her more, rather than giving her satisfaction. She kept right on strumming away on her clit and fucking three fingers in and out of her dripping cunt hole.
Jeff threw his head and shoulders back, thrusting his prick up and out, the cock knob posed over the centerfold.
He moaned.
Suddenly a great creamy cloud of cum shot from the head of his cock and skimmed across the glossy photograph. His hand slammed down to the base of his prick and a second spurt of cum hosed out, rising straight up, almost reaching the ceiling. He kept stroking and his cock kept shooting jism. The hot, thick cum was flying all over the room.
Janette's hot pussy melted yet again.
In total fascination, she watched her lusty brother empty his cock and balls to the very dregs.
Janette was amazed at how much cum the youth's balls were capable of producing. It came out in gossamer strands now, like the web of a spider, as the initial pressure was reduced and the spunk was thinner and less creamy-but still it kept coming.
At long last he was drained.
Jeff staggered to the bed, panting, the magazine dripping jism. He flopped down on his back. His prick swayed over his loins like a snake rising from a basket to the sound of a flute.
Kneeling at the keyhole, Janette gave herself a fourth orgasm.
Then she, too, was drained.
But even then, in the pleasant glow of contentment and satiation, the naughty girl was looking forward to the next time she could watch her brother beat his meat.
But the next time, Janette joined in....
CHAPTER FOUR
It was two days later that Janette once again saw her brother acting suspicious and concealing an incriminating lump in his jeans and, sure enough, up to his room the boy went.
Janette followed eagerly.
She knelt at the keyhole and found that the scene was much the same as before. She lowered her panties, ready to finger-fuck herself.
Jeff was stroking his cock with gusto and his ass and hips seemed to be moving back on the recoil, as if his prick were a jet propelling his loins away by equal and opposite reaction. This Newtonian law of the universe was moving Jeff out of Janette's field of vision-and causing the voyeuristic girl agonies of frustration. Inch by inch, his cock disappeared from her sight as he staggered backwards. Janette could not bear it. To know that there was jerking off taking place just out of her sight was driving her mad.
The girl stood up and opened the door and stepped in.
Jeff gasped when he saw his sister.
His fist stopped pumping and his cock began to droop.
Janette gave him a wicked smile.
"Whatcha doing?" she asked.
"How come you don't knock?" he snarled, blushing as red as a beet and looking here and there as if seeking concealment.
She played the innocent.
"Doing your exercises, huh?" she asked.
Jeff gratefully seized on that naive assumption.
"Yeah," he said. "It's a special exercise that the coach gave us to build up our forearms."
"Don't let me stop you," she said.
She moved to the bed and sat down.
"I'll watch," she told him.
Jeff was in a quandary. If he didn't continue, his kid sister would begin to suspect there was something fishy about that exercise-but if he did he was going to blow his wad and then she would know damned well it was more than a forearm builder. Still gripping his prick, he stood motionless. His cock bobbed up and down indecisively.
Janette waited, eager for him to begin again.
But she was a clever girl and she could see that her presence was affecting his performance. It was understandable. She had never masturbated before an audience, either.
She thought fast and hard.
She said: "That looks like a real good exercise. But I don't suppose a girl could do that, huh?"
He gaped at her, his jaw hanging open so wide that his chin was nearly resting on his breastbone.
"I mean, we don't have handles." Then her face brightened, as if she had just had a flash of inspiration. "Unless I could use your handle to exercise with? You think I could borrow it, Jeff?"
Jeff was stunned.
The thought of having his sexy kid sister jack him off was thrilling. But what on earth would she think when he came? Would she believe it was a waste product of muscle building, some excess fluid that had to be voided?
He took a step towards her as she sat waiting on the edge of his bed. Then he took a step back.
The lusty youth had never been confronted by such a dilemma.
But Janette reached out eagerly.
How could a horny boy resist?
Jeff moved on unsteady legs up to the bed, removed his hand from his cock and offered it to her.
Janette folded her fist around the hilt of his prick and began to stroke his cock up and down, slowly and steadily.
"Am I doing it right?" she asked.
"Yeah-yeah! Jeez!"
He began to hump, fucking through her fist, his cock head driving out towards her face. Should he warn her?
She was staring right at the head of his prick and in a moment she was going to get a face full of spunk.
But suddenly Janette giggled-and all semblance of naivety and innocence vanished.
Jeff, seeing her expression, realized for the first time that his kid sister was playing games with his head.
That was when Janette decided to blow him.
She had heard some girls at school talking about how much boys liked to have their cocks sucked and the idea had fascinated her. She had been looking forward to trying it-and now was her chance. There was a suckable cock poised right before her face, and if it happened to be her brother's cock-well, that only made it more exciting.
She looked up at him through lowered eyelashes.
Her mouth formed an O shape and her tongue slid out. "What are you doing?" he gasped. Janette giggled.
"I might as well exercise my lips, too," said that naughty little nymphette. And so she did.
She took the head of Jeff's prick into her mouth and, with the very first suck, she knew that cock-sucking was a treat. Nursing on his cock knob, she stroked her fist energetically up and down so that, in effect, she was jerking him off in her mouth.
He stared at her in shock.
A part of his mind was horrified.
How could his kid sister do that?
But the rest of his mind was wild with lust and, despite his inhibitions and moral qualms, Jeff began to hump, fucking her in the mouth, pushing his prick right back into her throat.
"Ummm-ummm-urn mm," she purred, sucking with gusto.
"I'm gonna shoot!" he rasped. But he didn't know if he was warning her, or promising her that cum-load.
Then he blew his wad.
And his sister swallowed his cum.
She milked him to the bone and when she finally drew her sweet lips from his sagging cock meat, she was smiling with dreamy contentment. Jism had congealed on her lips and a line of cum ran down her chin, glossy as the track of a snail. Her tongue slid across her lower lip.
"Jeez. How could you?" he croaked. She only giggled. "That's real dirty," he said. "Yeah," said Janette. "But delicious!" Jeff suffered agonies of self-recrimination after that-for at least an hour. Then he had another hard-on and she blew him again.
The siblings fell into a routine in the days ahead. Janette sucked Jeff off at least once a day and he gave her a finger-fucking in return.
Janette's voyeurism was still her strongest motivation, however. Invariably, before she sucked Jeff's cock, she would make him play with his prick for a while, and she watched with rapt attention. Sometimes, when her visual fascination was stronger than her oral inclinations, she would refuse to blow him until he had jerked himself off to the first creamy conclusion. She just loved to watch him jack that thick cum out of his prick.
They fucked a few times, completing their incestuous relations-and they even fucked in front of a mirror so that Janette could watch herself getting fucked.
She found the reflection more fascinating than the act itself, and the thrill of seeing fucking greater than the feeling of doing it.
Janette continued to spy on anyone she could, but she never managed to get a look at anything else as interesting as her brother.
Then she went off to boarding school.
And the next crucial episode in her development began....
CHAPTER FIVE
At school, Janette roomed with a buxom blonde named Mantly. Mantly was a bombshell, a classic dumb blonde with the sort of body that the lower classes compared to a brick shithouse. She was also an uninhibited and extroverted girl.
She ran around naked a lot.
And Janette used to watch her.
Janette didn't really have any lesbian tendencies, to speak of. She didn't lust for Mantly sexually. It was her voyeurism that turned her on, so that being able to look at a naked person made her horny, even though it was another woman. At night, with the lights out, Janette would often hear the other bed squeaking and the blonde panting, and she knew that Mantly was masturbating. It drove Janette wild.
She would gaze across the darkened room, just able to see the bedclothes move as Mantly busily finger-fucked herself, and Janette would begin to whimper and play with her own pussy.
If Mantly was aware of Janette's interest, she gave no sign.
Maybe she was too dumb to notice such things, maybe she didn't care-or maybe she enjoyed the attention.
The boarding school was liberal and permissive.
The girls were .allowed to have male visitors in their rooms during the daytime.
One day Mantly brought a young man to the room.
Janette was studying.
Mantly and the man-a good-looking fellow, lean and tall, named Tom-sat talking and playing records and both of them, from time to time, would look at Janette with exasperation and impatience. It was obvious that they wished she would make herself scarce.
But Janette was not about to leave that room.
She had her head down over a textbook but the words blurred before her eyes and she could make no sense of what she was reading. There was only one thing that Janette wanted to focus her vision on right then.
Presently, Mantly gave a little cough.
"Errr-Janette?"
Janette looked up, all innocent and studious.
"Why don't you go out for a while, okay?"
"But I'm studying," said Janette, playing dumb. "Yeah, but-I mean-"
"I've got an exam."
Mantly sighed. Janette looked down at the blurred words again. Tom began to fidget uncomfortably.
A few minutes passed. Tom looked at his watch.
Mantly said: "Oh, shit."
Janette looked up in feigned surprise.
"Look, honey-I guess you don't get the point," said Mantly.
"What's that, Mantly?"
"Tom and I want to be alone for a while. Right?"
"But why?"
"Jesus Christ!" Tom snorted. Mantly was too frustrated to be delicate and subtle.
"Because we want to fuck," she said.
She gazed defiantly at Janette, obviously expecting the girl to be shocked and embarrassed.
But Janette only grinned.
"Well, don't let me stop you," she said. "Go right ahead and fuck, if you want to. I mean, it's your room, and you can fuck if you want-but it's my room, too, and I'm gonna study."
Then, smiling, she lowered her gaze to the book again.
Mantly and Tom looked at each other in amazement.
"Well?" he asked.
Mantly glanced at Janette again, then shrugged. "If it doesn't bother her, it won't bother me."
"Doesn't bother me, either," said Tom, grinning.
And Janette began to tremble as she bent over the book and waited with joyful anticipation.
Tom and Mantly sat down on the edge of the bed. They began to kiss. Their movements were stiff and awkward, at first, for neither of them was accustomed to making love in the presence of other people. They kept glancing across the room at Janette, who was feigning total indifference.
But soon enough their sexual arousal began to melt their inhibitions and they began to kiss with more passion. They had never made love together, before-this was, in fact, their first date-and they were building up slowly as they got used to each other.
Mantly's moist lips parted.
She was panting into Tom's open mouth.
He pushed his tongue into her mouth and the hot blonde began to suck on it instantly, her lips pulling and her tongue lashing against his. It excited Tom tremendously to have her work on his tongue that way. It gave him an idea of what that sexy mouth could do to a prick. When he drew his tongue back, she followed with hers and he sucked on that hot, fluttering love probe. They swapped tongues back and forth, both panting. Their lips were plastered together like suction cups.
Tom moved a hand onto her huge tit.
Mantly wore no bra beneath her school sweater. He could feel her big nipple stiff against his palm. He massaged the heavy tit mounds and drew his thumb and fingers up to pull at the stiff tips.
Mantly arched her back, thrusting her tits out to his caress, squirming with arousal.
Her hand ran up and down his thigh.
Tom slid his hand under her sweater and felt her bare tits, then began to roll the sweater up. Mantly raised her arms so that he could draw the sweater over her head.
Her big tits flopped free, the heavy globes rolling together into a line of deep cleavage and the nipples standing up like little rockets ready to be launched from the areolas.
Janette drew her breath in sharply.
She had often seen Mantly's tits before, certainly, but the sight was far more stimulating under these circumstances. She found herself as interested in the woman's body as she was in the man's-the watching more important than what was being watched.
Tom fondled and caressed her naked tits, kissing her again. Then he lowered his head and slurped a fat nipple into his lips and began to suck on it.
Mantly glanced at Janette across the back of his lowered head.
Janette blushed and lowered her eyes again-then raised them right back up, slightly embarrassed at showing her interest, but compelled to watch what they were doing.
A slow smile of realization turned the blonde's lips up.
She understood Janette's game now.
And Mantly didn't mind at all.
Mantly was an exhibitionist at heart and now that she realized that her roommate was a voyeur she saw that they complemented each other perfectly. It gave her ideas for the future.
She stroked the back of Tom's head as he mouthed her tit.
His hand went to her knee.
Her legs parted instantly, as if he had touched a button that operated the machinery of her loins.
He felt up her smooth, firm thigh and then dipped his hand into her crotch. He gave a little cry, the sound muffled on her tit, as he discovered that Mantly wore no panties.
Her pussy was frothy and open, the cuntlips unpeeled like the petals of a fleshy flower. Ribbons of cunt juice had run down her crotch and seeped into the crack of her ass.
Tom ran his fingertips up and down her open cunt slot and stroked her clit, causing her to spasm as if she had been galvanized. He traced along the folds, then slowly pushed his middle finger up her fuck hole. He twisted it about inside her, feeling her slippery cunt suck on it, then started to finger-fuck her, pushing in and pulling out steadily.
Mantly unfastened her skirt at the side.
Tom drew it down. Her ass squirmed as she lifted to allow the garment to pass over her hips. Then she was naked. Tom continued to finger-fuck her pussy. Mantly parted her legs widely, giving him free access-and giving Janette a clear view of the finger-fucking.
Janette gasped and stared, blushing and flushing with hot lust at the same time, no longer making any attempt to conceal the fact that she was a fascinated observer. Mantly was smiling at her across the back of Tom's head, a smile of amused tolerance and permission-a smile of promise and of willingness and of shared depravity.
She opened Tom's fly.
He groaned, slobbering on her tits and fucking three fingers into her cunt now.
She reached in and hauled his cock out.
His prick stood in a meaty tower, so stiff that if she had flicked his cock with her thumbnail it would have twanged.
Mantly drew his bloated balls out.
Janette gazed at Tom's prick. It was a lovely-looking cock but Janette did not envy her roommate the chance to have it-she much preferred to watch the other girl make use of that lovely cockmeat than to use it herself. Mantly folded her fist around the root and began to frig his cock up and down. Janette's gaze shifted back and forth between Tom's cock and Mantly's cunt. She watched his cock knob flare as Mantly's hand pushed down to the hilt of his prick and she watched his bunched fingers vanish to the knuckles in the woman's juicy pussy.
She could hear the soft squishing sounds that Mantly's cunt made as his fingers stuffed her fuck hole.
Mantly gently pushed Tom away from her tits.
Then, smiling wickedly, she gracefully bent down and took the head of his prick into her mouth, sucking hungrily on the hot cock meat.
Tom gave a gasp of joy. This blonde really knew how to please a fellow! Her lips pulled and her tongue flashed. Tom realized for the first time that Janette was openly watching them, and he felt a flash of inhibition-but he was far too hot now to do anything about it. If the perverted bitch wanted to watch, he wouldn't stop her.
She nursed on his prick for a few minutes, then drew her lips away and sat back again. She didn't want to suck him until after he fucked her. Mantly certainly didn't mind a mouthful of succulent spunk, but this was her first time with Tom and she didn't know how potent he might be. She didn't want to suck him off and then discover, to her frustration, that he could not get another hard-on for her pussy.
Tom bent down. Burying his face between her legs, he began to suck her hairy, dripping pussy and to tongue-fuck her deeply.
She stroked his prick with one hand and stroked the back of his head with the other-and grinned at Janette.
His face was coated with cunt juice from brow to chin.
"Fuck me now," Mantly whispered.
She dropped back across the bed, raising her knees and parting her thighs and arching her back.
Tom mounted her.
They were facing away from Janette and, from where she sat, she had a perfect view of Mantly's cunt. Janette, unable to restrain herself, slipped a hand up under her skirt and began to finger-fuck herself.
Mantly saw this and smiled approvingly.
Kneeling between her legs, Tom guided the head of his cock into her crotch. He didn't fuck into her pussy right away. He began to move the tip up and down her cunt slot, stirring her creamy gash with his prick. Her pussy juices flowed out, running down her legs, pouring down his cock onto his balls.
She writhed and squirmed.
"Put it in!" she wailed in desperation.
He pushed his cock head into her and paused.
Her pussy sucked on the big slab, trying to drag his cock all the way up her hoi nt hole.
He fed the cock to her slowly, inch l inch.
Janette watched his cock vanish slowly up that wet pussy and stuffed her own pussy full of four stiff fingers.
Then his cock was buried balls-deep in Mantly's cunt.
He held the full penetration for a few moments, appreciating the sensation of having every inch of his stiff prick buried in hot cunt, and letting the blonde thrill to the joy of having her pussy stuffed to the very brim with hard cock meat.
She began to pump under him.
He drew out until only his prick knob was still stuck up her cunt. His stalk was dripping with her juices and steaming in the air. He fucked slowly in again, his lean ass corkscrewing.
Mantly met his fuck-stroke as he plunged in, then rolled her pelvis from side to side as he withdrew, adding twisting torque to the in-and-out friction.
He began fucking her vigorously.
His cum-loaded balls swung in and slapped against her upthrust ass, like the clappers of a carnal bell. His pelvis drove in steadily, his hips shifting from side to side as he altered the angle.
Mantly threw her smooth legs around his haunches and locked her heels behind his grinding ass.
He reached under her and cupped her firm ass in both hands, lifting her loins higher as he fucked her.
They were fucking frantically now, with no need to try to prolong it, both of them ready to come.
Mantly wailed and whimpered.
"Fuck," she moaned. "Fuck-fuck-fuck-" She was voicing the word each time he fucked his prick into her, as if she were describing the act. Her cunt was starting to melt like a wax candle around a stiff, burning wick.
"Come!" she cried. "Come in me-come in with me!"
Tom groaned and rammed his prick in to the hilt.
His balls exploded and he jerked wildly as his jism hosed her cunt with a foaming geyser. Mantly wailed and creamed with him, her cunt juice seeping out to mingle with his cum in a creamy maelstrom. He kept fucking the prick to her, shooting another dose out each time he plunged his cock in, and she spasmed with each fuck-stroke.
Their fucking rose to a crescendo.
Then his fuck-thrusts slowed, the last of his cum trickling out, as they wound down from the crest. At length, he was still. Mantly continued to squirm under him for a moment, to make sure that she had milked out every last spasm and every last drop of their simultaneous orgasms. Then she, too, stopped moving. They clung together, slippery with sweat, panting with spent passion.
Janette creamed on her hand.
After a while, Tom pulled his prick out of Mantly's cunt. It came out partially hard and bobbed up and down, dripping cum. He folded his fist around his cock and gave it a stroke and the formidable prick snapped right back up into a brand new hard-on, as big and as stiff as if he had not just emptied his balls to the dregs.
He looked at Janette.
He was, quite naturally, wondering if Mantly's sexy roommate might like a bit of prick now.
She had certainly enjoyed watching them . fuck.
But Janette blushed and lowered her gaze.
Tom shrugged. It was up to her.
He turned back to Mantly. They kissed and rubbed their naked bodies together. Then she gently turned him onto his back and, throwing one knee across, mounted him. His prick towered up from his loins. She fitted the cock tip into her pussy and began to fuck up and down on his prick.
Janette discovered that, in this position, she had an even better view of the fucking. She could see his fat, thick-veined cock fucking in and out. Mantly's valentine-shaped ass churned from side to side as she rose that standing cock steadily, grinding her lust out upon the man.
She looked back over her shoulder and grinned at Janette.
This second fuck took longer.
Janette watched every fuck-stroke.
When Tom came this time, his jism shot straight up, jetting into her .cunt as if she had been sitting astride Old Faithful when it erupted.
She melted with him and her cunt juice poured down his cock.
They fucked and thrashed together until, once more, both were drained. Then Mantly drew her pussy off his cock. The big fuck rod sagged and flopped down onto his belly, spent for the moment.
And with a soft prick, there was no point in having him around.
Mantly had other ideas.
Tom arranged to see her again the next day and got dressed. Janette was once again pretending to study her textbook. Mantly saw Tom to the door, kissed him good-bye and closed the door behind him.
Then she turned, with a strange smile on her lips, her back to the door, looking across the room at her naughty roommate.
She started towards Janette.
Janette was trembling violently as she waited for whatever was going to happen next.
CHAPTER SIX
Mantly stood in front of Janette, her legs spread apart, her hands on her hips. Her pussy was dripping.
Janette looked up shyly from her book.
"You like to watch, don't you?" Mantly said.
"Yes-yes," Janette admitted.
"You're a pervert, Janette," Mantly said, but she was smiling as she said it. Her belly thrust out. She shot one lush hip out to the side, her pose provocative.
"I guess I am," Janette whispered.
"I wonder just how perverted you really are?"
Janette blushed. The book trembled in her hands.
"And you played with yourself while you watched, didn't you? You were finger-fucking yourself."
"It-it made me so hot-"
Suddenly Mantly sank down to her knees. Janette stared at her, not sure what was going to happen. Mantly grasped the hem of Janette's skirt and drew it up above her waist. Then she slipped her hand between Janette's legs. Janette gave a little gasp.
Mantly began to massage her clit and finger her fuck hole.
"Is this how you like it?" she asked.
"Oh-Oh, it feels good-"
Janette arched in her chair, pushing her belly out, offering her pussy to the blonde's hands. Lust swirled through her.
Mantly began to fuck three fingers up Janette's cunt gash, tilting her wrist over as she fucked them in to the knuckles, while her thumb swept back and forth across Janette's throbbing clit.
"Come," she whispered. "Cream for me."
Janette closed her eyes, her whole body vibrating. Cunt juice was pouring down her thighs and soaking her crotch.
"Yes," she whimpered. "Yes-" A great shudder rippled through her.
Her pussy creamed on Mantly's hand.
Mantly smiled and sat back on her heels, gazing into Janette's face.
"I'm glad you like to watch, Janette. Now I can bring lots of men home. You can watch us fuck."
"Oh, yes-I love to watch."
Mantly stood up. Janette peered at her, not sure what to do, wondering if Mantly wanted a hand-job in return. But Mantly had moved away. She crossed to the bed and sat on the edge of the mattress, where she had been sitting with Tom when they began to make love.
"Come here," she commanded.
Janette felt helpless-and willingly so. She got up and moved over to the bed. She started to sit down.
"On the floor," Mantly said.
Jeanette knelt down.
Mantly spread her legs apart and tilted her bushy, creamy pussy up. Her cunt slot was open and full of Tom's cum.
"Eat my cunt," she said.
"Oh!" cried Janette, startled.
Janette had never done that. She wasn't sure if she wanted to.
"Lick me," Mantly demanded. "Suck me off. Make me cream."
Janette bent down. Her face was between Mantly's thighs, poised. She hesitated. Mantly whimpered. Reaching down, she used her fingers to spread her cuntlips wide apart, revealing the dark inner flesh, streaked with ribbons of cum and cunt juice. Janette gazed right up the-blonde's cunt and gave a soft little moan. She realized that her mouth was watering for a taste of that succulent pussy.
She leaned in and ran her tongue up the cummy crack.
"Ummmmm," Mantly sighed, settling back to enjoy it.
And with the very first lick, Janette realized that she was going to love sucking that juicy pussy. She did not consider herself a lesbian in any way, but it made no difference. She licked again, tracing up the parted folds and over the tingling clit. Then she fitted her lips to those wet cuntlips and began to suck.
"Ahhhh," she purred.
Mantly's cunt was delicious. Janette loved everything about doing this. It was naughty, she thought-and she adored it all the more because it was. She wanted to feel dirty and depraved, to be dominated and degraded.
Her lips sucked hungrily and she stabbed her hot tongue as far up Mantly's cunt slot as it would go. Mantly's thighs closed around her face, opened wide, closed again. Mantly was grinding her pussy around in Janette's eager face. She had discovered that cunt-sucking came natural to her, that it was an inbred talent. She needed no previous experience or practice or training. She knew just how to make it feel best for Mantly, how to make it best for herself. Cunt juice was running over her tongue and seeping into her mouth. She swallowed and sucked, sucked and swallowed.
"Come," Janette whimpered. "Ummmm-come for me, Mantly!"
She began to finger-fuck the blonde's cunt hole with three fingers while she sucked steadily on her clit. With her free hand, she was playing with her own soaking pussy.
"Suck, you perverted bitch," Mantly rasped. "Suck me off!"
"Yes! Oh! I love it so!"
Mantly began to shudder. Her pussy melted and Janette sucked the juice from her pussy with ravenous slurps, milking that creamy cunt gash to the dregs. When Mantly stopped squirming, Janette raised her head, her chin dripping. She grinned at the sexy blonde.
"Do it again," Mantly demanded.
And that was just what Janette wanted to hear....
Mantly brought a man home almost every day, after that.
Janette watched her roommate fuck and suck and then, after the lucky guy had departed, Janette would go down on Mantly and suck her pussy for blissful hours. It was a most agreeable routine for both of them.
Once, they let a man watch while Janette ate Mantly's cunt.
Janette thought that was almost as much fun as watching, loving to see how the sight affected the fascinated fellow and caused his cock to pound like a jackhammer.
And, two or three times, Janette joined in for a threesome.
But her first love was watching.
* * *
In later years, Janette often looked back on those school days with fond memories.
She had never lost her penchant for voyeurism.
But she had been married quite happily for years now, and she seldom got a chance to play the voyeur. She never passed up a chance-it was just that the opportunities were not nearly as frequent as she would have liked. She cheated on her husband, but was fairly discreet about it.
And she wouldn't have minded if he cheated on her.
Especially if she could watch.
Janette had even toyed with the idea of asking Harry to bring a woman home, or to let her find a woman for him, and to play the observer while her husband made love with a stranger. She knew that she would adore it. But Harry was a conservative sort of guy and Janette had never worked up the nerve to make such a suggestion, not knowing how he would take it. It was one thing for a roommate to have known she was a pervert. But she wasn't at all sure that she would want her husband to have the same knowledge.
So her desires had been frustrated since her marriage.
But now her son and daughter had both reached fuckable ages.
And old compulsions in new forms had begun to move like ghosts through her mind....
Janette strolled on through the sand dunes.
She was wearing sandals and the sand was hot. It burned her feet as she walked. But she scarcely noticed, for the heat of the sand was nothing compared to the heat in her loins.
Sucking off big-cocked John Drummond had really whetted her horniness and honed her lust. The taste of his hot cock meat still tingled in her mouth, and the sweet, musky flavor of his jism lingered on her taste buds. Perhaps she should have let him fuck her or suck her cunt, after all. She would have felt a lot more comfortable. Her pussy was like a glowing ember between her sleek thighs, squishing juicily with every step she took. Well, she could always fuck the man another time.
At the moment, she was concentrating on thoughts of her sexy teenaged daughter-thoughts that were in no way maternal.
She climbed a sloping dune and came into sight of the back of the beach house.
She couldn't see the beach from there. Were the kids still in the water, or had Debby brought one of those lusty young studs back to the house? Janette was burning with desire. She moved down the far side of the dune, the hot sand sliding under her feet, and approached the beach house from the back.
She could hear music.
Someone was in the house, playing records.
She hoped that wasn't all that they were doing.
Even if her nubile daughter was only doing some heavy petting with one of those young men, it would be in a real turn-on for the voyeuristic mother. And if she was doing more ... Janette scarcely dared to get her hopes up, so much did she yearn to see her daughter misbehaving.
Silently, following her elongated shadow, Janette moved up to the large rear window that looked into the main room. She bent low so that she could not be seen from within. At the last moment she paused, holding her breath, her whole body tingling with anticipation. Had she been superstitious, she would have crossed her fingers hopefully.
Then she looked in.
And Janette's wildest dreams and darkest hopes were rewarded....
CHAPTER SEVEN
Debby had been flirting with the three young men before her mother had left the beach.
As soon as Janette was gone, the teenager became more blatant and provocative in her behavior. It was obvious that the boys admired her cute body and desired her, and their adoration was inspirational to the girl. She batted her long eyelashes and curled her full lower lip into a sensuous pout. She stood slightly swaybacked, hip-deep in the water, so that her plump tits and pert ass were both thrust out and her crotch was tucked in. She had a prominent mount of Venus, a plump hillock sweeping in between her thighs in a most inviting fashion.
Debby was not a virgin.
She had started heavy petting and mutual masturbation with boys when she was very young, but she had not lost her virginity until recently.
It had happened in the back seat of a car with an older boy who thought that he had seduced her.
But although she let him believe that, Debby had gone out that evening with every intention of getting fucked. She had been cool and calculating about shedding her cumbersome cherry. If it felt so good to let a boy feel her up and finger-fuck her, she figured it would feel much better to get truly fucked!
So she had fucked.
Despite the limitations of fucking in a car, Debby had found it wonderful to have her cunt stuffed full of prick, and a relief to no longer have a cherry to consider.
She had fucked half a dozen guys in the next few months.
Now she was contemplating the fucking of one of these handsome beach boys with whom her mother had left her.
She glanced out towards her brother.
He was paying no attention, swimming out beyond the surf, almost out of sight.
She turned back to the semicircle of horny youths.
It was awfully hard to decide between them.
Andy was tall and thin with blond hair and a great suntan. His eyes were brilliant blue and his white teeth flashed. Mark was shorter and darker, a stocky muscular boy with a brooding look. Stephen had a soulful expression, and he looked like what Debby imagined a poet or suffering artist might look like. All three of the boys were eighteen and horny.
It was hard to choose between them, and Debby thought it would be cruel to turn two of them down in favor of one.
She giggled with a sudden idea.
If she knew which one of them had the biggest prick, it would certainly influence her decision.
Still, bold she might be, but not that bold.
She splashed water on her belly. Her smooth, golden skin shimmered. She was wearing a tiny bikini, her plump tits stuffed into the brief halter and the bottoms drawn tautly across her loins. She glanced at each boy's crotch, in turn, but could not tell the sizes of the cocks contained in their bathing trunks. They all seemed well hung.
Debby abruptly decided to bring all three of them to the house.
She hadn't yet decided to get gang-banged, although that idea was flitting around at the back of her naughty mind, but she thought she would put off making her choice for a while.
She said: "I guess I'll go play some records. Do you guys want to come up to the house?"
They all nodded eagerly.
"Mom won't be home for a while, and all my brother thinks about is swimming, so we won't be bothered," she added.
The three boys exchanged knowing glances.
Debby walked out of the water, swinging her sexy hips through a wide arc. The boys followed. She was well aware that they would be able to see the top of the crack of her ass where it disappeared down into her skimpy bikini bottoms. She could feel their eyes on her, burning into her, making her feel all warm and wanted.
They all went into the beach house and Debby knelt to select a record, then put it on the turntable.
The boys stood around nervously.
Feeling very adult, Debby went over to the liquor cabinet and got a bottle of vodka. She could tell that the boys were favorably impressed when she offered them drinks. They all had the vodka with ice and Seven-Up, trying to appear nonchalant about the consumption of alcohol.
Debby began to do a solo dance to the music, grinding and writhing. Then she held a hand out and Andy joined her. They began dancing together, slowly, and Debby ground her belly against the youth and was delighted to feel his prick starting to swell. She could feel the pressure of his rising cock-bulge pressing into her belly.
She switched partners and danced with Mark, then with Stephen, and all three of the lascivious lads were getting boners.
They no longer seemed nervous. Maybe the vodka had served to calm them, Debby figured-and she made them each a second drink. The alcohol was going to her head, but pleasantly so. It warmed her and enhanced her sexual heat.
After a while, she sat down on the couch. Andy hesitated, then sat beside her. They both held their drinks. He slid his hand along the back of the couch and, a moment later, held her around the shoulders.
Debby was feeling very brazen.
"Wanna play?" she asked.
Andy grinned hugely and shot a very superior and smug look towards his two less fortunate companions. Debby noticed that arrogant look, and it annoyed her. He should have been grateful, not smug.
"All of us, I mean," she added, and giggled.
It had occurred to her that by fondling all three of them, she would be able to discover which one had the biggest prick and would make the best lover. Then she could send the other two away and get on with the business of fucking.
Andy was already nuzzling her neck.
Mark sat on the other side, grinning.
Stephen looked on in his soulful fashion.
Debby finished her drink and put the glass down on the floor. As she bent down, one plump tit escaped from her halter. She giggled and made no attempt to stuff her exposed tit back in. Sitting up, she turned to Mark and kissed him on the lips. She knew that she was an expert kisser. She ran her tongue over his lips, then pushed it into his mouth, French kissing him. After a while, she turned to Andy and kissed him in the same way. The fronts of both boys' swimming trunks were tented by hard-ons now. Peering down with lowered eyes, Debby could just make out the shadowed outline of Andy's stiff prick where it had stretched the elastic of his trunks out away from his lean belly.
He put a tentative hand on her bare tit.
When she offered no objections, he looked surprised-and delighted. He began to massage the fat tit mound.
Mark cupped her other tit.
The naughty young girl continued to turn from one boy to the other, French kissing them in turn,-letting them feel her up. Her head was spinning with desire now. Lust and vodka had melted away whatever inhibitions the girl might have had.
She slid a hand down inside Andy's trunks and gripped his cock. The youth gave a gasp of surprise and pleasure. Then she slid her other hand inside Mark's trunks. Both cocks felt huge as they throbbed and pounded in her fists.
She saw that soulful Stephen also had an enormous hard-on as he stood watching, the cock-bulge in his swimming trunks growing larger.
But she only had two hands-which was a pity.
They continued to feel her tits and she stroked their cocks up and down for a while.
"Let's be naughty! Okay?" she said.
They stared at her uncertainly.
"Let's take our bathing suits off," she suggested.
Without further ado, she jumped up and removed her halter, then slowly squirmed out of the bikini bottoms. The boys stared at her, frozen by their amazement and their lust, their bodies stiff and their Adam's apples jumping up and down.
Naked, Debby turned through a full circle, letting them admire her nubile form from all angles.
"You guys, too," she urged.
Andy and Mark tugged their trunks down.
Debby gazed openly at their pricks.
Andy's cock was longer, but Mark's was thicker. Both boys had big bloated balls.
How did a girl decide between length and breadth in choosing a cock?
She turned towards Stephen.
More shy than the others, or less involved because he had not been in on the hot kissing and fondling, the soulful boy had made no attempt to disrobe.
"You, too, Stevie," she said.
He looked doubtful, nervous and shy.
Andy and Mark looked disgruntled.
Debby rather liked Stephen's attitude. Being shy, the boy made her feel seductive and in command of the situation. She moved towards him and dropped to her knees. He gasped. Tucking her fingers under the elastic of his trunks, she pulled them out wide and then lowered them.
His prick sprang out right before her face.
"Ooooh!" she sighed.
Stephen's cock was as long as Andy's and as fat as Mark's. The huge slab of his cock head was flushed dark purple and the parted cleft was already moist with pre-cum.
Debby wanted that prick most of all. She gazed longingly at it.
Andy and Mark had moved over, one standing on either side of the kneeling girl. Both were frantic with sexual arousal, bursting with need.
It dawned on Debby that this was not going to be easy. How could she ask them to leave, now that she had played with their pricks and got them throbbing with urgency?
She owed them a hand-job, at least.
Still kneeling before Stephen, her face right in front of his prick, the girl reached out and took Andy's cock in one hand and Mark's cock in the other. She began to pump them. The boys groaned and arched their backs, thrusting their pricks out, fucking through her fists.
Debby intended to jerk them both off and then turn her full attention to Stephen's big cock.
She only had two hands, after all.
Then Stephen arched his back, too, and his massive fucker loomed up only inches from her face.
Debby gave a little gasp.
Should she take his cock in her mouth?
The naughty girl had had several pricks in her mouth in the past, but she had never actually sucked a guy off and let him shoot that way. It had only been an act of foreplay before fucking. Still, she knew how tasty a mouthful of cock meat was, and she was drooling for soulful Stephen's very profane prick.
She would blow him as soon as they were alone.
She didn't want to suck his cock while the other two guys were there. A girl could get an awfully bad reputation doing a thing like that and, besides, they might want blow-jobs, too.
Determined to wait, she didn't realize that her moist lips had parted and her pink tongue was gliding invitingly back and forth across her full lower lip.
And, looking at Stephen's cock, she did not notice that the boy's soulful expression had suddenly altered into one of pure animal passion, eyes blazing, mouth contorted by lust.
Stephen placed his hands on her head, holding her steady.
Then he pushed his cock head against her tongue and lips.
Debby started to turn her face away. But she simply had to have just one little lick. Her tongue slid up the underside of his cock knob and she shuddered with the thrill. She felt helpless-deliriously helpless. Both of her hands were already occupied. She could not use them to push Stephen away. And he was holding her head in position as he slid his cock head up and down on her curled tongue.
Debby could not resist the unholy urge.
She began to tongue his prick with enthusiasm.
Stephen moaned with the joy of it, and Andy and Mark continued to fuck steadily through her pumping fists as they watched her lick their friend's cock.
It was at that precise moment that Debby's mother lifted her head above the windowsill and looked into the room and found that her wildest dreams had come true!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Debby laved and licked, her tongue curling and coiling all over the meaty knob and vibrant shaft of Stephen's big prick. Her saliva poured down his cock shaft in frothy ribbons and glistened against the dark purple slab of his cock head. She was truly enjoying this feast. Her eyes closed in rapture, then opened again so that she could see the cock she was licking. Her tongue slurped and circled and the lucky boy groaned and moved his hips, shifting his cock against her lips and tongue with a fucking motion.
Pre-cum bubbled from his cleft.
Debby lapped the sticky stuff up greedily. She had never swallowed a full load of jism, but she had tasted the stuff in small doses while she was sucking cock in foreplay-and she knew cum was delicious stuff. She was looking forward to the moment when Stephen would shoot his jizz in her mouth.
She pursed her lips and collared his cock head.
She began nursing hungrily on the big mouthful of hot, hard cock meat, her lips pulling while her tongue rippled back and forth against the underside, where the fat, pulsing ventral vein blended out into the delta below the big prick knob. Then her head began to bob up and down, feeding prick right back into her: throat and slurping greedily through every precious inch of his cock.
As her mouth drew back, his long fucker emerged, saliva glistening on the hot tube, then she went down on his cock again until the bubbling tip was lodged in her gullet.
Although she was concentrating on sucking Stephen's tasty prick, Debby was not ignoring the other two boys.
Both of her hands stroked up and down, and the boys' cocks were jolting and hammering and recoiling under her steady strokes.
It was a thrilling sight for the girl's mother.
Janette was crouched at the window, her legs trembling so violently that she was on the verge of collapse. She had one hand on the windowsill for support. Her other hand had slipped down inside her bikini to cup her cunt. Her eyes were glazed with unholy passion, her mouth gone slack with lust.
"Suck it, Debby," she whispered. "Oh, suck that big prick-let him come in your mouth and swallow it!"
No sight had ever turned Janette on as much as this one. She was absolutely thrilled by the depravity of her teenaged daughter and yearning to witness the conclusion-to see the girl drink cum.
Janette's mouth was watering with vicarious cock-hunger.
But she did not envy her daughter that delicious mouthful-she would much rather watch the young girl suck that prick than be sucking on it. She was a devoted cock-sucker and avid cum-drinker in her own right, but first and foremost she was a voyeur.
She pushed her bikini bottoms down.
Her hand cupped her naked cunt and her palm filled up immediately with a pool of warm cunt juice. Streamers of the silvery stuff were running down the insides of her thighs.
In the beach house, Debby had started to take all of Stephen's huge cock into her gullet, deep-throating him.
She gagged each time the big cock head clogged her throat and cut off her air, but the slight discomfort was well worth it.
"Unghhh," she gasped, as his prick knob stuffed her gullet.
Then her compressed lips very slowly pulled back up to the flaring crown and, as she sucked adoringly upon that great swollen slab of cock meat, she moaned blissfully.
Stephen corkscrewed his ass, fucking his cock into her mouth.
The cocks in her hands were pulsing vibrantly.
Andy unloaded his jizz first.
A great milky jet of jism spurted from his cock head and splattered on Debby's cheek and into her sun-streaked hair. She gurgled on her mouthful of cock and her fist flew wildly up and down as she milked Andy dry.
Cum matted her hair and glistened on her face. A thick ribbon of the stuff trickled into the corner of her mouth, blending with the pre-cum that was seeping from Stephen's cock.
When Andy stopped shooting jizz, Debby slowly drew her dripping hand off his slippery prick.
The boy staggered backwards a step or two, dazed by his ejaculation. But his long fucker remained rampant. His balls had been drained, but with the potency and stamina of his lusty youth, the horny boy still retained a rock-hard erection.
Finding herself with a free hand, Debby cupped Stephen's balls, squeezing tenderly, as if to coax the cum from them.
A moment later, Mark blew his wad.
His thick spunk whipped out and splattered on the girl's heaving tits, whitewashing her sun-bronzed flesh. A blob of cum dangled from one stiff nipple.
When she pulled her hand away, Mark, too, staggered with his release-and his prick, too, stayed hard.
Now Debby was able to turn all of her attention to Stephen's cock and the milking thereof.
Although she was really enjoying sucking on his cock meat, the girl was so hot now that she had become desperate for his jism. She felt an actual, physical craving for his thick cum. She folded her hand around the root of his cock shaft and began to frig him up and down, knowing that the manual stroking, combined with the steady mouthing, was going to bring the boy soaring to the crest.
Her lips pushed down as her hand rose up. Her mouth bumped gently against her fist. Then her lips dragged back up the cock shaft as her fist pressed down, skinning his prick and making the big wedge of his cock head flare out wildly in her mouth.
His cock knob was so bloated by now that it was pressing her cheeks out on both sides at once. She looked like an adorable squirrel with its cheeks full of nuts.
Stephen moaned and she felt his balls expand in her hand, then felt the jism rush up his cock through her frigging fist and, a split second later, his cum hosed her throat.
Debby squealed with joy and gulped the succulent cock cream down to make room for more. He fed her a second jet of cum, then a third, hot and thick and ever so tasty.
Sucking hungrily and frigging steadily, the naughty nymphette milked his cock and balls to the dregs.
She pulled her cummy lips away.
Stephen's cock quivered, then snapped bolt upright again, the cock head slapping wetly against his flat belly.
Like his friends, he had retained a hard-on.
Debby was grinning and gurgling with delight as she swallowed the last drops of the boy's jism and then used her tongue to lap up the overflow of cum from her lips and chin.
Janette creamed on her hand.
Her eyes were glued to her daughter's face and, as she watched the girl licking up and swallowing that thick slime, she was filled with a greater lust than she had ever known before.
As soon as her orgasm ebbed, she began to build right back up towards another crest.
She was hoping there would be more to see.
In the beach house, Debby was turning her head and gazing in turn at the three stout pricks available to her.
The boys looked at her, in awe of a girl who would do such dirty things. They looked a bit guilty and nervous.
They thought that, now it was over, Debby was likely to feel terrible shame and remorse for her carnal misconduct. They believed it natural for a girl to suffer regrets after she had participated in an orgy.
But they were young and innocent.
And Debby, smiling, said: "What shall we do next, guys?"
And Janette creamed again, at the prospect, and waited to see what would happen next.
CHAPTER NINE
Cathy Drummond, John's wife, stood at the large front window of their beach house and looked through a pair of powerful binoculars towards the beach and the sea.
She was wearing a bikini.
Her big, firm tits heaved as she inhaled.
Cathy was watching young Mike Balmora swim powerfully in the surf. Cathy always liked to watch sleek young boys.
She liked to suck them off and fuck them, too.
Cathy had long blonde hair and an aristocratic face that belied the lustfulness of her nature. Her tits were rounded and capped by big tips and her ass and hips were bouncy. Her cunt was juicy. Cathy was pleased that her husband had gone to the village today.
It gave her a chance to use her binoculars.
She knew that John had taken Janette Balmora with him, but she felt no jealousy. She didn't even care if her husband fucked the neighbor, for that matter. Cathy screwed around a lot herself and was tolerant of her husband's affairs.
She usually fucked with teenaged boys.
She loved to seduce a lusty young virgin boy most of all. She had fucked their gardener and their young mechanic. She had given an impulsive blow-job to a youth who lived next door and spent a lovely and lively afternoon making love to a television repairman's apprentice.
Now she was thinking about fucking Mike Balmora.
Mike had matured over the last year, she saw. She remembered him as a boy. Now she watched him swimming with powerful, athletic strokes and thought of him as a man-a young man churning between her thighs or fucking his cock meat into her mouth.
Cathy wondered if Mike was a virgin.
She hoped so.
She was tempted to stroll down to the beach at a point past which he would swim and strike up a conversation that, she hoped, would lead to an interesting afternoon.
But that section of beach was already occupied.
A sleek young girl was sunbathing on a blanket-the girl from farther down the row of beach houses, Cathy knew-and Cathy figured it would be difficult to properly seduce Mike with the girl there. Although she was amoral, she liked to be discreet about it. That was not to keep her behavior secret from her husband, however. John knew all about her affairs and, in fact, encouraged them.
John liked to watch his wife blow young boys.
It turned him on.
He liked to kiss her, afterwards.
And he loved to eat her pussy after some lusty lad had filled it full of jism, too.
Cathy wondered if John might bring some handsome youth home from the village today. Home for her to fuck. But she didn't guess he would be able to, since Janette was with him and since, like Cathy, he believed in discretion in these things.
She observed young Mike through the binoculars and as she watched his smooth, lean, well-muscled body move through the water, her pussy began to simmer and her mouth began to water....
Mike was a virgin, in fact.
But it was not for lack of trying.
He had reached the randy years and he had tried, without success, to get his wick dipped in any number of girls. He had managed to coax the odd hand-job out of several of those girls, but that was the most that he had ever gotten.
Mike was getting desperate to experience his first piece of ass or blow-job.
When he saw the girl sunbathing on the beach, he figured that it was worth a try. He knew her from the summer before but, like Mike, she had grown up during the year and now he saw that her body was bouncy and nubile and fuckable.
He swam in and strolled up to where she was sunbathing.
She was on her back.
Her plump young tits were thrust up pertly and he could see a wisp of pubic hair at the crotchband of her bikini.
Her eyes were closed and she did not seem aware of him as he stood over her, gazing longingly at her body.
Then a drop of water fell on her belly and she sat upright, startled and blinking.
"Hi, Julie," he said.
She squinted into the sun, then recognized him.
"Oh, hi, Mike. You came early this year, huh?"
"Yeah," he said.
He hunkered down beside her.
The girl was eying him thoughtfully.
She said: "I'm glad someone is here. It's kind of boring on the Cape before folks arrive."
He nodded agreement, wondering how to go about asking Julie for a piece of ass in a delicate way.
She said: "Gee, you've gotten big."
"So have you," he said, grinning at her tits.
"Do you have a girlfriend yet?"
"Sure. Lots of them," he said.
She made a wry face.
"None as pretty as you, though," he added gallantly. Julie giggled.
"I have a boyfriend, too. But his family doesn't .come to the Cape for the summer. I guess maybe they're poor or something. He doesn't even have a car."
"Is he a serious boyfriend?" Mike asked.
She fluttered her eyelashes.
"How do you mean?" she asked.
"Oh, you know-are you-errr-lovers?"
Julie giggled again and didn't reply.
Mike stretched out beside her on the blanket. The sun was hot. His loins felt hotter. He was getting a hard-on.
Then, right out of the blue, she said: "Would you like to kiss me, Mike?"
"Oh! Gee! Yeah!"
Julie lay back and pursed her lips. She was smiling.
Mike felt rather unsure of himself. He leaned over her and placed his mouth on hers. They kissed lightly, at first. Soon she began to pant heavily and her tongue probed his mouth. Mike was filled with high expectations and he began to grind his lips on hers, feeling the hardness of her teeth through her soft, sweet lips.
He placed a hand on her belly. "You want to fool around, don't you?" she sighed.
"Yeah!"
"I don't mind if you touch me," she whispered.
Mike was amazed. It seemed too easy. But he certainly was not going to question that ease.
His hand moved up and he began to squeeze her firm tit, feeling her nipple swell. She squirmed and sighed. Then she took his hand and, grinning impishly, drew it down to her groin. Again, the boy was amazed at her boldness, and again he was not about to question his good fortune. He cupped her crotch.
Her cunt was hot and wet under her bikini.
"Ummm-nice," she purred.
Growing more confident now, Mike slipped his hand down inside her bikini and touched her pussy. His fingers slid around in her hot cunt juices. Her clit was throbbing. He began to finger her stiff clit.
"Oh-oh-oh!" she gasped.
She gripped him by the wrist.
He thought that she was trying to restrain him, but then she began to move his hand, showing him how she wanted him to touch her. He rubbed her fiery clit and slipped his fingers up her cunt gash. Her ass began to bounce on the blanket. She was panting like a locomotive, her tits rising and falling.
"Like that-like that!" she wailed.
Then she moaned and he felt her pussy melt in his hand. She shuddered all through her tanned, nubile body. Mike kept rubbing her cunt until she had reached the crest, and passed it.
Julie slowed and lay still.
"Ummm-thanks, Mike," she whispered.
He grinned, pleased that he had made her come.
It dawned on him that maybe he should have tried to slip his prick into her pussy before she came, while she was still hot, but it was too late for that now. He figured that, at the very least, she would be willing to return the favor and jack him off.
He pushed his trunks down and his big prick sprang upward.
Her eyes were closed.
Squirming up to her, he rubbed the head of his prick against her smooth belly. Her eyes opened.
"Whatever are you doing?" she asked.
She glanced down and, seeing his cock against her tummy, she looked scandalized.
"Put that nasty thing away at once!" she snapped.
Mike gasped at her.
A thin trace of pre-cum was running onto her belly. She screwed her face up in disgust.
Mike was desperate. He seized her hand and pulled it down onto his cock. But she pulled away, looking furious.
"Aren't you gonna jack me off?" he wheedled.
"What kind of girl do you think I am?" she said, her tone icy.
"But-well, gee-I mean, you let me finger-fuck you."
"That's different!" she snapped.
Mike stared at her in dumb dismay.
"Why is it different?" he mumbled.
"If you don't know, I won't tell you," she said frostily. She sat up and began to gather up her blanket. "I'm not going to stay here with a disgusting boy like you-you pervert!"
She turned, blanket over her arm, and marched away.
Mike sat in the sand, stunned, his prick looming up so high that the tip of his hard-on almost brushed him under the chin. Mike was totally bewildered. It had been his first encounter with a genuine cock-teaser.
He gnashed his teeth and rolled his eyes.
He watched her pert ass swing as she walked off.
She was actually laughing.
"You bitch!" he shouted after her.
That caused her to laugh even harder for, to Julie, the insults of an outraged youth with a hard-on were sweet music to her ears.
Then she was gone.
Mike looked down at his cock and balls.
Well, he had to empty his balls now, no doubt of that.
He glanced furtively up and down the beach. There was no one in sight. He was so hot that he knew he could shoot after just a few quick strokes and he figured he might as well jerk off right on the spot. It would be a lot more comfortable than walking home with that massive hard-on in his trunks-or swimming home with it launched like a torpedo under him.
He rolled over onto his back, his cock rising like a lighthouse, the glistening knob flashing. He wrapped his sturdy right hand around his cock and squeezed, his face contorting. Then he began to beat his meat.
He didn't realize that Cathy Drummond was watching him through her high-powered binoculars-watching, with fascination, all the details of the youth's jacking off. She was licking her lips and her pussy was smoldering like a volcano.
What a shame to waste that lovely load of jizz, she thought.
But Cathy knew a thing or two about the pricks and balls of teenaged boys. She knew that there was no way she could get to the beach before young Mike shot his wad.
But she knew, too, that the shooting of a single cum-load was not likely to reduce a teenager's cock.
She stayed at the window, a keen observer.
Mike's fist flew up and down. He squirmed in the sand. A few moments later, a great spurt of jism rose from the head of his cock, jetting a good four feet up into the air, then tumbling back to splatter over his belly and thighs.
He emptied his prick with half a dozen spurts.
Then he lay, panting, his cock still hard in his hand.
And Cathy figured it was time to go down to the beach.
CHAPTER TEN
Cathy put on a pair of mirrored sunglasses, thinking that it might be handy to conceal the look in her eyes at first, until she was ready to reveal her intentions. She snatched up a tube of suntan lotion and a large, fluffy beach towel. Excited and filled with expectations, the woman left the beach house and walked down through the rolling dunes to the beach.
She came out close to where Mike still lay.
Cathy grinned wickedly.
The boy had not heard her coming, obviously, for he still had his swimming trunks lowered and his prick was towering up, naked and stiff. He had his chin down and he was contemplating his hard-on, probably debating whether or not he should jack himself off again before he put it away. The randy woman could see congealing spunk gleaming on his flat belly and muscular thighs.
She moved forward, whistling softly.
She wanted to warn him of her approach so that she did not embarrass him too greatly by coming up to him while his stiff prick was jutting up over his loins.
Mike sat up, startled.
Blushing furiously, he grabbed his trunks and tugged them up. He had some difficulty in stretching them out wide enough to pass over his rampant fucker and in the end had to grip his cock by the base and bend the taut tube down like a lever. Then he got the trunks up, covering his cock, but not really concealing it, for his hard-on was pressing the material out in a most incriminating lump.
Cathy strolled up beside him.
Because of the reflector sunglasses she wore, he could not read her expression. His face was bright red.
Had the woman seen his hard-on? Oh, Christ! Had she been there long enough to see him jerking off? Young Mike felt a flush of mortification. Although he had found it necessary to empty his cock and balls by hand-and frequently so-he was an innocent youth. Sometimes he even thought of masturbation as self-abuse, and worried that he might grow hair on his palms. So he was not comfortable with the idea that the woman might have seen him playing with his prick.
Cathy spread the beach towel out beside him.
"Hello," she said. "Young Mike Balmora, isn't it?"
Her words and tone gave no sign that she was aware that his cock had been bared, or that it was still tenting his trunks in a massive state of erection.
Should he deny who he was?
If she had seen anything, was she likely to tell his mother?
Still, she had recognized him, he guessed. To deny his identity would only make her suspicious.
"Yes, Mrs. Drummond," he said, forcing a friendly smile, trying to act casual and nonchalant.
She curled gracefully onto the beach towel and began rubbing suntan lotion into the flesh of her slim thighs.
Mike watched her hands, fascinated.
She seemed to be caressing herself erotically and sensuously. Her eyes were hidden by the sunglasses but there was a faint smile on her lips. She worked the lotion into her belly, then rolled over. He noticed how pert her ass was, thrusting up in the tiny bikini. He could see the ass crack for a few inches before it disappeared into the wisp of cloth that was drawn so tightly across her lean, supple hips.
Mike was sweating heavily and his cock was hammering frantically in his trunks. He was glad that she had turned face down so that she would not notice that urgent hammering of his desire.
"Do my back, please?" she asked. She held the tube out without looking at him.
Mike took it, his fingers awkward and fumbling. He guessed she thought of him as a mere child and didn't realize how much it would turn him on to touch her.
He began working the lotion into her back. She was lean and taut and her tanned skin glistened as he rubbed it. He could feel her firm flesh shift under his hands. He did her back and shoulders and hesitated, then took a deep breath and started working on the backs of her thighs. She seemed to be squirming under his touch.
She turned her face towards him.
Conscious of his pouting hard-on, he blushed again.
"Why, you're all red," she said. "I think you'd better have some of this suntan lotion, too, Mike."
She sat up and took the tube back from him. Her halter was cut low and as she leaned forwards from the waist the youth caught a glimpse of a stiff nipple poking into the cup.
She squeezed some lotion onto her hand.
"Lie down," she said.
Mike flopped back on the towel beside her. He knew that his prick was sticking up blatantly. He could think of no way to conceal it. Cathy hadn't seemed to notice, though. Maybe, thinking him a mere child, she simply failed to perceive the meaning of that towering cock-bulge. Leaning over him, her tits bobbing down like ripe fruit ready to be plucked from the vine, the woman began to apply the lotion to his washboard belly, then to his rock-hard thighs. Her hands crept up as far as the leg holes of his trunks and his whole body tingled at the caress.
Christ! Doesn't she realize what she's doing to me? he thought. Can't she see it?
Then she was rubbing him on the belly, the tips of her fingers slipping under the elastic waistband.
Mike groaned and closed his eyes.
"Mike," she whispered.
He opened his eyes again.
Cathy had removed her sunglasses.
Her eyes burned into him hungrily.
She was smiling, but there was no amusement in that smile. It was a smile of desire.
Then, very deliberately, she lifted the elastic band of his swimming trunks and drew it down, exposing his cock and balls.
Mike gasped.
Her face was turned down, and she was staring at his prick. He half expected her to show outrage at the discovery that he had a hard-on, to castigate him for his wanton ways. Her eyes had narrowed to slits and he saw her tongue slide along her lower lip.
She began oiling his lower belly and the crease where his legs joined his body.
He could feel her hot breath billowing over his cock and balls as she bent to the task. She oiled his pubic hair. Then she began to work the lotion into his swollen balls. Mike began to flop around like a landed fish, his body out of control.
The woman began to run a slippery hand up and down his cock shaft, oiling his big prick. Her fist skimmed easily over the lubricated surface of his hard-on.
Did she think he might get a sunburned prick? Didn't she realize that she was jerking him off? Her fist rose and fell, but stopped short of the flared head of his prick.
She didn't want any suntan lotion on his cock head.
She didn't like the taste.
Mike was gaping at her and Cathy turned her face to stare into his eyes for a moment, her expression intense. Then she turned her face down again. Her slippery hand pushed down to the root of his prick, leaving the cock knob free.
Her lips parted.
Cathy dipped down and took his cock head into her mouth.
Mike wailed with joy.
He was confused and embarrassed and shocked-but those emotions were nothing compared to the wild thrill that was rushing through his loins. He arched his back, thrusting his prick higher. Her sweet lips sucked and dragged on his cock head while her slippery fist began to skim up and down the cock shaft with a steady frigging motion.
Mike realized that the woman knew what she was doing. Her actions were too precise-they could not be coincidental. There was no way that his cock could have gotten into her mouth by mistake, no way that that steady frigging movement could pretend to be anything but a hand-job. She was deliberately jerking him off into her mouth! She must want him to shoot his cum in her mouth, to swallow his jism! The very idea sent the boy into spasms.
"Ummm," she purred, her lips on the very tip of his cock knob. "Your sweet young prick is delicious, Mike. I love to suck boys off. Will you come in my mouth? Hummm? Will you feed me your cum?"
Mike couldn't speak.
His vocal cords seemed as stiff as his prick.
He nodded enthusiastically.
"All that sweet, thick, hot jism," she sighed. And then her mouth moved over his cock knob again and she sucked adoringly as her hand frigged up and down the lubricated shaft of his prick.
Mike's heels drummed in the sand.
"I'm gonna shoot!" he wailed.
"Ummmm," she purred, sucking his cock ravenously.
His jism hit the back of her throat with such force that her head was tilted back and only by clamping her lips around his cock like a suction cup did she prevent her head being blown right off his cock. He shot his spunk into her mouth, flooding her throat with spurt after spurt. He could see her delicate throat pulsing as she swallowed. Her tongue was dancing under his cock knob and her lips continued to pull, milking him to the bone. She was gurgling with the joy of cum-drinking. The hot lava of his lust was skimming over the roof of her mouth, washing through her teeth, pooling in her cheeks, setting her tongue afloat on the creamy tide. Ribbons of cum hung like stalactites from her palate and cum flowed down her throat.
At last she pulled her mouth away.
She stuck her tongue out, letting him see his jism coating the pink organ with a quicksilvery sheen. Then she used that nimble tongue to lap up a few last drops of cum that had squeezed onto his cock head.
He regarded her in awe. "Delicious," she said. "Your cum is divine."
"I-I'm glad you liked it," he said. "I loved it. I want to drink your jism all summer, Mike."
"Oh, yeah! Yeah!"
"Was that the first blow-job you ever had, Mike?" He nodded.
Smiling, she said: "I was watching you through binoculars when you were jerking off. I just couldn't resist having a mouthful of your sweet cum."
Under the circumstances, Mike felt no shame at the knowledge that he had been seen jerking off.
"Now you've fucked a mouth," she said. "Have you ever fucked a cunt?"
"No, ma'am," he croaked.
"Would you like to fuck my cunt, Mike?"
His vocal cords had frozen up again. He nodded.
"Let's go up to the house, shall we?" she suggested. And so they did.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Most of Debby's fucking had taken place in the awkward confines of a car and so the girl had never before had the opportunity to try various positions with freedom of movement. The boy had usually jumped on top of her and pounded away. She had been eager to experiment with different ways of fucking. And now was her chance.
She was still kneeling in front of Stephen.
Taking him by the hips, she drew him down to his knees and then gently pushed him onto his back. She moved up him, straddling his lean, hairless body until her creamy pussy was poised over his cock. Sucking him off had made the naughty teenager hotter than she had ever been before, and she had decided to let all three of the boys fuck her. But she wanted Stephen's big cock first.
It didn't occur to her that Andy and Mark might not want to wait their turns, but would take advantage of the situation.
And it certainly didn't occur to her that her mother was watching at the window and clawing wildly at her cunt.
The horny girl fitted the head of Stephen's prick in her cunt slot and began to squirm around on it. Her cuntlips sucked and fluttered and her clit flared and throbbed. Then she very slowly pushed down and fucked the length of his formidable prick up into the depths of her soaking pussy.
Stuffed to the brim with prick, she held the full penetration for a few moments, savoring the joy of being fucked full of hot cock meat and letting Stephen thrill to the sensation of having every inch of his stiff prick embedded in hot pussy. She rolled her hips and squirmed. Her cunt lips were plastered like a suction cup to his flat belly at the base of his cock and his bloated balls were rubbing in her crotch.
She gurgled with fiery pleasure.
Stephen grunted, gripping her by the love handles of her hipbones and grinding upwards from the floor.
Her back was to the window.
Her mother could see the valentine sweep of Debby's ass, the crack spread open. She could see the root of his big, veined cock where it vanished up her daughter's cunt. She saw a trickle of cunt juice run down onto his hairy balls.
"Fuck," whimpered Janette.
And, just as if her daughter had heard that command, she began to rise and fall on Stephen's big fucker.
The cock came out lathered with cunt juice, then disappeared back into her slippery fuck hole as she lowered her crotch. He humped up to meet her as she descended.
They were just getting into the rhythm.
Then Andy decided to join in.
He had watched Debby suck off Stephen and the sight had thrilled him. He had never had a blow-job.
He wanted his cock sucked, too.
He moved up and stood with one foot planted on either side of Stephen's head and shoulders and his cock jutting out into Debby's face. He wrapped his fist around the hilt of his prick and shook it. "Suck it," he rasped.
Debby eyed his long prick and grinned. The idea of having a cock in her mouth and one in her cunt at the very same moment brought a savage thrill to her horny body. She lowered her pussy to the root of Stephen's cock and, holding steady, craned her neck out and slurped Andy's prick into her mouth.
She began sucking and fucking at the same time.
It was hard to say which she was enjoying the most-that succulent mouthful of cock or that throbbing cock in her cunt. Up and down went her ass as she fed cock into her loins. Up and down bobbed her head as she gobbled merrily away on Andy's cock meat, going down so far that her chin brushed against his balls and her cute little nose nestled into the wiry patch of the boy's pubic thicket and his cock head was fucking into her gullet.
It would be lovely, she thought, dreamily, if she could make both boys come at the same instant-to have her mouth and her cunt filled with jism at the same time.
She had forgotten about Mark.
And poor Mark was feeling very neglected, with his fat cock hammering like a thunderbolt and his potent young balls already recharged with a new load of spunk.
He moved closer.
Her mouth and cunt were occupied and he could hope for no more than a hand-job, and the thought depressed him. She had already jacked him off and he wanted a fuck or a blow-job for his next load-yet he was too desperately horny to wait until one of his companions had vacated a hole.
As he stepped up, about to present his prick to her hand, he saw her grind down on Stephen's prick and, as she did so, the crack of her heart-shaped ass spread-and Mark found himself gazing in fascination at the taut brown bud of her asshole.
He had heard about ass-fucking.
That narrow opening looked most inviting.
He hesitated uncertainly. Would the girl be willing to let him fuck her up the ass? Impaled on two pricks already, would she resist the penetration of a third? He guessed that ass-fucking was nasty, but that only made the idea more attractive and exciting. Still, he hesitated. He had certain doubts. Would that tight asshole skin his prick? Would her digestive juices have some unpleasant effect on his cock meat, perhaps even digesting it? But no, that couldn't be. Buggery was a venerable perversion. Surely there could be no harm in it, or skinned and devoured pricks would be a dime a dozen.
Mark made up his mind.
He knelt behind her churning ass.
At the window, Janette gave a little cry of lust when she realized that her naughty daugher was about to receive an ass full of prick. She cried out aloud but none of the fuckers heard her, for lust was drumming in their ears.
Mark fitted his blunt cock head against Debby's asshole.
Debby gave a little twitch when she felt the contact. She had never even thought about taking it up the shit chute and her first impulse was to push the boy away, to make him wait until either her pussy or her mouth became available.
But then she suddenly grinned wickedly, her lips curling up around the head of Andy's cock.
Why not? Why not have all three cocks at once? If it hurt too much, she could stop him
-but she had an idea that the pleasure would greatly exceed the pain.
She stopped fucking on Stephen's prick and held herself steady, willing her ass muscles to relax as she prepared to take that new load of cock meat into that new channel of lust.
Mark gripped her by the hips and began to shove his prick into her asshole, pulling her haunches back, tugging her asshole onto his cock like a tight-fitting boot onto a foot.
At first, his cock would not go in.
Then, slowly, the tip squeezed in and her asshole began to adjust itself to accommodate the bulk of his fucker. He shoved again. The whole head of his cock slipped up into her ass.
He began to work his cock into her ass inch by inch.
It hurt a little, but the pleasure submerged that pain and made it no more than another aspect of the thrill. The naughty girl squirmed and thrust back, eager to have him fuck her ass. Then he suddenly fucked in all the way and his cock was buried to the hilt up her asshole.
They held steady for a second, then Debby began to fuck and bugger with the same motion. As she fucked her cunt down onto Stephen's prick, her asshole slid up Mark's cock rod, and as she rode up on Stephen's cock, she took Mark's prick in to the balls again.
She continued to suck Andy's cock with gusto.
Like a well-oiled, intricate piece of machinery, the three parts of this carnal coupling moved together in unison. Pussy juice poured from her cunt. She salivated on Andy's prick and Mark's cock fucked in and out of her ass. The girl was being buffeted about between their pricks, slung this way and that on their grinding cocks. The friction became intense. Stephen and Mark could feel each other's prick inside her guts, through the narrow membrane that divided the girl's cunt channel from her asshole. She was taking Andy's cock so deeply into her gullet now that she thought it must be meeting Mark's, cock head to cock head, like inquisitive rodents, somewhere inside her body.
Andy's ass corkscrewed as he fucked his cock into her mouth, and Mark's ass was gyrating with underslung fuck-strokes, while Stephen thrust straight up from his position on the floor.
Debby was in seventh heaven.
So was Debby's eagerly watching mother.
Janette had creamed so many times that she had lost track of her orgasms. Her hot breath steamed up the window as she panted, kneeling, her hands working furiously on her cunt. She was inspired to the highest peak by her daughter's wild depravity. Even Janette, promiscuous as she was, had never had three cocks fucking her at the same time. It looked delightful, she thought.
She saw Debby begin to vibrate with an approaching orgasm.
Cunt juice sprayed from Debby's pussy and Mark's fat prick pumped fuck juice from her asshole as he plunged his cock up into her bowels, and she was slobbering on Andy's cock.
Janette heard her daughter's voice faintly through the window, muffled on a mouthful of cock.
"Come-come-come!" Debby was gurgling as she reached the crest and began a prolonged series of multiple orgasms. Wave after wave of orgasm passed through the lewd teenager. Each wave came higher and closer upon the one before it until soon the sequence of crests had become a single continuous thrill, blended into one erotic sensation.
Her cunt was coming and her clit was exploding, but she also felt as if she were having an oral orgasm, her saliva pouring out like cunt juice, her tongue throbbing, and somewhere in the depths of her ass guts, Mark's prick was causing yet a third climax.
Then the boys began to shoot their cum-loads.
Andy came first.
His hot cum hosed her throat in spurt after spurt and, as she joyfully gulped his jism down, she felt Stephen's huge prick expand mightily in her cunt and, a moment later, he was sending a geyser of jism straight up into her melting pussy. Then Mark groaned and grimaced and hauled her ass back as he fucked the cock meat into her ass and she was rewarded by a hot flood of spunk that rushed into her ass guts.
Rocking and rolling between the youths, all of her three fuck holes sucking, she milked those three potent pricks dry.
The boys stopped fucking and held steady, gasping and panting in the aftermath of their ejaculations.
Debby continued to grind and squirm and suck as she worked off the final spasms and the last drops of her juicy release. Then she, too, stopped moving and a dreamy smile turned her creamy, cock-filled lips up as she savored the bliss of total fulfillment.
She drew her lips from Andy's cock.
The long fuck tool quivered and then drooped as he staggered away from her face, dizzy and dazed.
Mark pulled his prick out of her taut asshole. He moved away on his knees, his cock flopping.
Debby tensed her thighs and rose up, drawing her soaking pussy off Stephen's towering prick. For a moment that formidable pillar of hot, hard cock meat continued to stand upright. Then it too collapsed, the cock knob slapping against his sweating belly.
It was evident that, for the moment, all three youths were fucked out.
Debby, despite her total satiation and her prolonged orgasm, was sorry to see those cocks diminish.
The greedy nymphette would have liked some more cock.
And her mother, too, regretted the collapse of those staunch fuck rods-for she would have loved to watch some more fucking.
Janette smiled wryly, knowing she was being greedy.
She had seen a wonderful sight. How could she ask for more?
But, unknown to Janette, there was more excitement in store for her .
CHAPTER TWELVE
Debby was drunk with satiation-as well as with the vodka she'd had earlier, and which had helped to kill whatever inhibitions the naughty teenager might have had. Now she saw no reason to keep the boys around any longer-not with soft cocks. That would only frustrate her and, besides, she wanted to be alone with her memories of those exciting recent events.
"I guess maybe you guys better leave before mom gets home," she suggested, although she did not expect her mother back soon-and would have died of shame had she realized that her mother was such a keen observer at the window.
The boys, their balls empty and their pricks limp, did not object to the dismissal.
"Can we see you tomorrow?" Andy asked. "Sure," she smiled.
They could try a different combination the next day, she was thinking, wondering how Stephen's huge prick would feel as it fucked up her asshole and what Mark's cock meat would taste like.
She saw them to the door after they had put on their bathing suits. They wandered away through the dunes.
When they were out of sight of the beach house, they paused to discuss what had happened.
"What a slut!" said soulful Stephen.
"Yeah, a real tramp," Andy agreed.
"I sure wouldn't want to kiss her," said Mark.
But despite this talk, the boys looked forward to meeting the horny teenager the next day.
Once they had left, Debby put another record on the turntable and, feeling delightfully wicked and depraved, poured herself another drink. She was not at all accustomed to drinking hard liquor and, in fact, didn't even care much for the taste-vodka could not hold a candle to cum, when it came to a tasty beverage-but somehow it seemed only fitting that a girl who had been fucked three ways at once should be worldly enough to wash the spunk down with an adult drink.
She sat naked on the couch, idly petting her creamy cunt and remembering the pleasure she had just had.
After a while, she began to enjoy the vodka.
She poured herself another one, drank it and then, smiling contentedly, drifted off into a drunken stupor.
Janette was still peering in through the window.
Insatiable in her voyeurism, Janette was hoping that Debby might finish up by finger-fucking herself. It would be relatively mild to watch a hand-job after the dynamic fucking she had seen before, but it would be better than nothing.
She saw Debby's eyes close.
Her legs were wide apart and her mother could see her cum-soaked cunt, the pussy lips spread open like the petals of a fleshy blossom and the open slot running with cum and cunt juice.
It reminded Janette of her ex-roommate, Mantly.
More specifically, it reminded her of how she used to suck Mantly's cunt after Mantly had been fucked and filled with cum.
And that recollection caused Janette to drool.
It was evident that Debby had passed out and that the girl was not likely to awaken for some time.
Janette was filled with the most unholy desire to suck her daughter's juicy pussy. Should she? She considered it. She had, in the past, sucked off her brother and even fucked him a few times, so she was no stranger to incest and knew that there was no harm in it. As long as Debby continued to sleep, Janette saw no reason why she should not enjoy a nice snack on that hot, creamy pussy.
The urge was too strong to resist.
Janette got up and went to the back door. She entered the house and stood over her daughter for a moment, looking at her, judging the depth of her sleep. Then she grinned impishly. If she was careful, she saw no reason why she couldn't have a taste of Debby's pussy without disturbing the girl's slumber.
She sank gracefully to her knees.
She stared at the girl's open cunt gash for a few moments, licking her lips and savoring the anticipation. That cunt looked delicious, especially filled with jism-and it looked all the more inviting because it happened to be her daughter's cunt. That magnified the thrill.
Janette's tongue felt as hot and swollen as her clit.
She leaned forward and slurped at Debby's slot.
"Ooooh!" she purred.
She cupped her own cunt in one hand and began to rub her nimble tongue up and down her daughter's soaking cunt slit and to flutter it against the girl's clit. Her eyes were fixed on Debby's face, making sure that the girl showed no signs of awakening.
Debby was frowning slightly, as though, in her dreams, she wondered what was causing such a pleasant sensation in her steaming crotch. She had started to pant slightly, but with the regularity of sleep-perhaps having an erotic dream.
The first taste drove Janette wild with lust.
She used her fingers to spread the girl's pussy wide open and stabbed her tongue up the slippery gash. Then she fitted her lips to her daughter's cuntlips and began to suck. Cum and cunt juice, in a succulent blend, filled her hungry mouth. She swallowed the wonderful fuck juices down and started working on Debby's clit. She wanted to make her daughter come. But she sucked gently, nursing softly and moistly on her clit, to bring her off without waking her up.
Soon Debby began to twitch and moan.
Her head turned from side to side and her pretty face contorted with lust, but her eyes remained closed. The heat of her cunt was intense in her mother's face and Janette's breath was fiery as she panted up her daughter's open, sodden fuck-slot.
She wanted Debby to come.
Debby's smooth, sleek thighs began to tremble and her belly rippled. Janette sucked her pussy lovingly. Debby moaned softly, then gasped, still sleeping, as the thrill reached a peak. Hot cunt juice poured over Janette's tongue and bubbled past her lips.
Janette, in a frenzy of desire, sucked her daughter through a long and intense orgasm.
Debby smiled happily in her sleep.
Janette sat back on her heels, grinning, impressed by her own wickedness and depravity. She had adored eating Debby's hot, juicy pussy. Already, she was looking forward to doing it again. She even thought about slipping sleeping pills in the girl's evening drink, so that she would be able to gobble that sweet pussy whenever she wanted, and keep it her own dark secret. She was tempted to go down on Debby again right now, in fact, for she truly had a craving for her daughter's cunt.
But then Debby's eyelids began to flutter.
Janette moved away.
She figured that she had better leave the house. It would never do for Debby to suspect that her mother had been lurking about while she was fucking with the three boys-let alone that it was her mother's tongue that had inspired her wet dream.
Janette tiptoed out the back door.
She intended to go down to the beach, but then thought better of it. The three boys might still be down there and she wouldn't want them to see her coming from the direction of the house. Besides, it seemed likely that after Debby awoke, she might return to the beach, too, and if she found her mother there she might become suspicious.
That was the last thing that Janette wanted.
She was hoping to get the chance to watch her daughter fuck and suck again in the near future and didn't want to endanger that wonderful possibility in any way.
That was why Janette decided to go across the dunes and pay a friendly visit to Cathy Drummond....
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Mike Balmora was hardly able to believe what had happened to him-and what was going to happen. He had yearned for a blow-job or a fuck for ages, and often despaired of ever finding a girl willing to play. And now, out of the blue, he had been sucked off by this gorgeous older woman and promised a fuck. It seemed too good to be true. But if he was dreaming, he sure hoped that he didn't wake up before he had fucked that dream-cunt.
They strolled up from the beach together.
The Drummond beach house had been built at the same time, by the same builder, as the Balmora house. It made Mike feel comfortable and at homeless nervous than if the surroundings had been strange to him. His confidence had received a boost when he got sucked off and he figured that any woman who would blow a guy would fuck him-knew for a fact that Cathy Drummond was not one of those dread things, a cock-teaser.
As soon as they got into the house, Cathy removed her bikini.
Mike had never seen a woman naked before.
He gaped at her glorious body in awe, causing her to smile at his stunned expression. She knelt before him and pulled his swimming trunks down. His cock uncoiled like a spring, as firm and hard and hot as if it had not recently been emptied orally. Cathy gave the cock knob a few licks-tempted to blow him again, for his cock meat had been succulent and his virgin jism delicious-but then she drew away, wanting even more to take his cherry prick in her cunt now.
She was feeling at her most depraved.
Placing her hands on his hips, she turned him around and ran her tongue up the crack of his firm ass, then dipped it right into his asshole, wanting to demonstrate her total depravity, knowing that the randy youth would be inspired by such a display of wanton lust.
Someday she would go around the world on the lucky boy, finishing off on his prick just as he started to shoot his cum-load.
But now she had to fuck him.
She stood up and took Mike by the hand and led him to the soft rug beside the fireplace. She liked to fuck on that rug. It made it sort of romantic-especially when her fucking partner happened to be an eighteen-year-old virgin.
She lay down, curled on her flank, and drew the boy down beside her. Taking his hand, she pressed it to her cunt. Mike began to rub and finger that lovely fuck slot and tingling clit, burning with the certain knowledge that very soon his prick would be buried in that hot pussy.
She drew his head to her tits. Mike mouthed her big, thrusting tits. She pushed him lower. He hesitated.
He had never licked a cunt. He wasn't sure that he would enjoy it. But she spread her slim thighs and her pussy looked so delicious that the boy bent down and took a lick and found it so tasty that he began to tongue her cunt with gusto."
Cathy had taught him a lesson that she knew was going to please a lot of girls in the future.
He was quite willing to keep on gobbling her pussy until she creamed, but after a few moments she drew him up again.
"Fuck me, now, Mike, you sweet boy," she purred. "I want your virgin prick-I need your cherry cum in my cunt!"
Jeez, what a dirty woman, thought Mike.
But he was not about to complain.
She lay back and arched her long, lean body, one knee lifted and her legs parted. Her pelvis tilted up, placing her pussy in a fucking position, her loins a platform upon which he could perform his passionate maneuvers.
Mike moved between her thighs. His cock loomed out over her belly and a gossamer thread of pre-cum spun out, linking his cock knob to her pussy mound by a shimmering thread.
She reached down and gripped his cock, guiding it into her flooded crotch and fitting the tip to her cunt slot.
"Give it to me, Mike," she whimpered.
Mike gritted his teeth and groaned, hesitating, knowing this was the final moment of his virginity and savoring the joy of the anticipation. Then he slipped the head of his cock into her pussy. Her cuntlips sucked and fluttered on the swollen slab of his cock knob. He braced his knees and pushed, fucking every inch of his prick into her, burying his cock meat balls-deep in her smoldering pussy.
The first fuck-stroke was slippery, almost devoid of friction.
Then her talented cunt muscles clamped around his cock like a velvet vise, hef cunt walls clinging to every inch of his cock shaft and forming to the contours of the youth's prick.
When he pulled out, his cock dragged.
Her cunt hole gripped his cock like a Chinese finger puzzle.
She began to grind and churn under him, meeting his fuck-thrusts, pushing her steaming cunt down onto his prick as he fucked it up her, then rotating her hips as he withdrew.
A cunt felt even better than the lusty lad had hoped-even better than her hot mouth. He began to fuck the prick to her with gusto, pouring the pork in energetically. She smiled happily under him, arching, squirming. She knew that virgin boys always shot their wads after a very few lightning fuck-strokes.
It didn't bother Cathy.
She also knew that virgin boys were always capable of fucking more than once in their initiation rites.
Cathy was looking forward to a long fuck session on that sweet cock....
Crossing the dunes, Janette approached the Drummond beach house, feeling very smug and content with the taste of her daughter's pussy cream still tingling on her hot tongue. She felt horny, too, despite her numerous self-induced orgasms, and was wondering speculatively if sexy Cathy Drummond had ever done any cunt-sucking. The idea of sixty-nining with Cathy was attractive, and horny Janette was thinking that maybe she would work the conversation around to sex, and then to lesbianism and, if Cathy responded favorably, suggesting that they eat each other out. 'She went up the steps.
She had to pass the window as she headed for the door.
Naturally, she looked in.
And Janette got a shock.
She stopped and stared. Cathy was getting fucked by some guy, and it obviously wasn't her husband!
Janette grinned and crouched down to watch.
Then she saw that it was her own son, Mike.
She gasped-then she grinned and settled down to enjoy yet another session of family viewing....
As Cathy had expected, Mike didn't last long.
His fucking prick hosed her pussy after a few minutes of vigorous humping. He slowed and stopped, panting. But his stout young prick remained hard and rampant up her cunt.
He began to pump it to her again.
But Cathy liked variety. She loved to show innocent boys the various positions for fucking.
"Let me get on top now," she suggested.
Mike was reluctant to remove his cock meat from that sweet slot for even a moment, but he knew he ought to do what she wanted, out of pure gratitude, if nothing else-and he liked the idea of having the sexy woman ride his prick, as well.
He slowly drew his stiff prick from her suction cup of a fuck hole and through her clinging cuntlips." His cock was still vibrant as a tuning fork, taut as a bowstring. It bobbed up and down, the bloated cock head and the thick cock shaft steaming with her pussy juices.
He rolled onto his back.
Cathy moved over him, straddling his hips and placing the head of his cock in her cunt slot. She went down on his fucker slowly, stuffing her pussy inch by inch until his cock was buried to the root. Her lean thighs tightened and trembled. She held the full penetration for a moment, squatting all the way down on his rampant fuck rod. Her ass switched from side to side as she worked his embedded prick around inside her pussy.
Then she began to fuck up and down on the youth's prick.
Mike looked up with an ecstatic expression, watching her tits bob like succulent fruit.
She rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm. Now that she was on top and in control of the pace, Cathy intended to make this second fuck last for a long time-and then to get her rocks off at the same time that the boy did.
Janette watched her son's fat prick vanish up that fuck hole and she leaned, weak with lust, against the windowsill. Her eyes were glazed with lust and cunt juice poured down her naked thighs.
Cathy slowly turned, throwing one leg over, so that she had reversed her position without removing her cunt from Mike's cock, but twisted around on that meaty spindle. She was still squatting on his prick, but facing the other way, towards his feet and, incidentally, the window....
Mike was watching her naked ass go up and down now, finding the sight every bit as thrilling as her bouncing tits. She arched her slim back and threw her head back, her face turning from side to side and her desire masking her face with lust.
Her eyelids fluttered open and closed.
She was fucking toward an orgasm.
That was when she saw Janette looking in the window....
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Cathy stiffened in shock and surprise.
Janette didn't realize she had been spotted. Her eyes were glued on Cathy's cunt and Mike's prick, as they fucked together, and she failed to see the look of dismay that had come over Cathy's face.
Mike wondered why Cathy had stopped fucking.
He humped up from the rug, encouraging her to start fucking again. But she had gone stiff, her cunt all the way down on his cock and her cuntlips plastered to his groin.
"Oh dear," Cathy wailed.
Mike frowned and looked past her ass.
He saw his mother's face framed in the misted glass.
"Oh, no!" the boy gasped.
Janette wondered why they had stopped fucking.
Had they had a quiet orgasm? She hoped not. She had been looking forward to seeing the jism squirt into Cathy's cunt.
Then she looked up at Cathy's face and their eyes met.
Janette bit her lip. Cathy was blushing and Mike looked horrified, and Janette felt deeply embarrassed because she had been discovered playing the voyeur-and also because she had interrupted their pleasure.
Her first impulse was to run away. But then she realized that would solve nothing. Poor Mike would still be mortified. He wouldn't realize that his mother didn't mind at all if he fucked Cathy Drummond-that, quite the opposite, she had cherished the sight.
Janette decided there was only one thing to do to save all three of them from terrible remorse and shame.
She took a deep breath, walked over to the front door and entered the beach house.
Cathy was so frozen by shock that she was immobile. She made no attempt to remove her cunt from the boy's prick-as if, by keeping it buried to the hilt, she was concealing the fact that his cock was in her pussy. And Mike, even more horrified than Cathy, just lay there gulping.
But his potent prick stayed stiff.
Janette crossed the room and stood over them, a faint smile turning up the corners of her sensuous mouth.
"I-I looked in by accident. I mean, don't think I'm a voyeur, or anything. But don't be embarrassed, either. I don't mind if you two are getting it on."
"You don't?" Mike gasped.
Cathy looked puzzled. Then she smiled slightly. Cathy knew a thing or two about sexual arousal, and it was obvious to her that the boy's mother was turned on by the sight.
"How very understanding of you, Janette," she said.
The two women exchanged an understanding glance. It was all beyond Mike's understanding. Then Janette said: "Anyhow, I'm sorry I interrupted you. Why don't you go ahead and finish what you were doing?"
"What a good idea," Cathy said.
"Gee, Mom-thanks," Mike stammered. He didn't move, expecting his mother to leave the room. But she stood where she was.
Cathy rose and fell slowly, fucking Mike's cock into her pussy.
"Mom! You gonna watch?" the bewildered boy asked.
And a rush of pure animal lust passed through Janette, filling her with a need so great that she cared for nothing else and did not concern herself with any possible regrets or remorse.
"Yes," she said. "I'm going to watch." She knelt down on the floor at her son's feet.
"Fuck him, Cathy," she whispered, and her voice was throaty and harsh with the tension of her passion. .
"Yes-watch me fuck him!" Cathy cried.
She began riding Mike's prick with long sweeping fuck-strokes. The boy was nervous with his mother there, but after a moment it started to feel so wonderful that he began to hump up from the rug, fucking his prick up to meet Cathy's descending pussy.
As she watched her son's cock vanish, then reappear lathered with cunt juice, Janette began licking her lips. She was filled with an unholy, overwhelming urge to join in the fucking.
She looked up at Cathy's face.
Naughty Cathy understood these things.
"Go ahead, Janette," she said.
Janette gave a little whimper of profane passion and dropped belly down on the rug. She moved in. Cathy arched, tilting her cunt up, offering her clit to Janette's tongue.
Janette began to lap her clit.
"Mom! What are you doing?" wailed Mike.
Then her tongue slid up his cock as it came out of Cathy's pussy.
When he felt the double delight of tongue and cunt on his cock, Mike cried: "Whatever it is-do it!"
And Janette did.
Janette loved to suck cunts and she loved to suck cocks and she loved to watch people fuck and, at the moment, the horny woman was having the time of her life, as she enjoyed all of her perversions together-along with the spicy thrill of incest.
She lapped Cathy's clit and slid her tongue along the woman's spread, cock-stuffed cuntlips.
Then she tongued her son's swollen balls.
Then she drew back and looked for a moment. And when she moved in again, she tilted her head so that her parted lips fitted around her son's cock shaft and Cathy's cunt at the same time. She tongued and sucked.
Mike was fucking wildly now, fucking right through his mother's parted lips and into Cathy's cunt. His prick came out coated with cunt juice and Janette slurped the precious pussy nectar from his shaft.
"Come," Janette wailed.
She felt her son's balls expand. Then she felt the fat vein that ran up the underside of his cock shaft pulsate in her lips.
Then Mike cried out with joy and his jism was shooting into Cathy in a steaming geyser.
Cathy's pussy melted around his prick.
Their mingled fuck juices poured out and greedy, voracious Janette sucked and tongued them up and swallowed the hot cum-load. Mike emptied his cock and balls in half a dozen powerful jets. Cathy ground her orgasm out to the dregs, squirming on his cum-spurting cock. Then they stopped moving, still coupled, while Janette lapped up the overflow of fuck juices from her son's balls and gave Cathy's clit a last tonguing.
Cathy pulled her pussy off his cock.
Janette spread the cuntlips open and clamped her mouth to the woman's cunt slot like a limpet to a mossy stone and sucked her fuck hole dry. Then she lowered her face and took her son's prick into her mouth and polished his cock knob until it gleamed and sparkled.
Mike stared down, shaking his head, totally bewildered at finding his prick in his mother's mouth.
Then the boy's cock got hard again and his bewilderment was replaced by lust and, in a few minutes, he was hosing his mother's mouth with yet another load of cum.
Cathy looked on with approval.
It was a long time before Janette and Mike returned to their beach house, having arranged to see Cathy again the next day.
Debby was dressed and looking innocent.
Janette told herself that she must remember to buy some sleeping pills when she finally went to the village.
A little later Harry Balmora telephoned to say he had to stay in the city for a few more days before he could get to the Cape.
That news failed to distress his wife and children....
