Life is filled with periods of transition, and it all starts at birth, when a baby is yanked from the warmth and safety of the womb. No less traumatic for most children is the transition from the protective environment of the home, to the sometimes frightening school environment. And then comes the time when one must decide-often involuntarily-what to do with one's life.
Transitions all of us must make. Indeed, life itself seems to be a never-ending string of transitions.
In this frank novel, an entire family is faced with changes which greatly affect their personal lives, as well as their relationships with one another.
THE FAMILY ALBUM is the story of a family who, while striving to lead normal lives, discover that there are forces that exist over which they seem to have little control.
Society condemns their actions, but are they really guilty? A work of fiction, true, but one which holds a message for us all.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Jack left the room to answer the front doorbell. My heart was in my mouth; one instant I didn't want him to answer it and the next instant I did. I heard their voices, heard them walk through the house, and then-
"Honey, I want you to meet Frank Smith," Jack said.
"Hello, Frank Smith," I said, trying desperately to act nonchalant.
"Hi, Mrs. Kelly," he said. "Gee, you're even better looking than Jack said."
He was being coy, and it actually made me blush. Frank Smith knew how I looked, all of me; after all, Jack had certainly shown him enough pictures of me-all of them nude, some lewd beyond description. He was here to see if the pictures were lying-he knew it, and I knew it.
I tried to collect my wits and smiled. God, he was even better than I had hoped for. He was a big man, not good looking, but rugged and masculine, and very muscular. I'd never been fucked by a really muscular man before. The prospect excited me so that I had to turn to the stove to catch my breath.
I felt the wetness in the crotch of my panties and chided myself for my excitement; they would be stained now, and I had wanted them perfect. I couldn't get over how excited I was-more than on my honeymoon, or the first time I cheated on Jack. It seemed like more than a few short weeks ago that I slipped and let Tony have me, and yet I was more excited at this moment. Perhaps it's because this time another man was going to fuck me in front of my husband, and with his blessing. Oh, Jack had never actually said he was bringing Frank Smith to fuck me, but he that's why he came. Jack knew it, Frank knew it, and I knew it.
My heart was pounding so hard that I was sure it showed. I made an effort to collect my wits and turned from the stove.
"Jack has told me a lot about you, Frank," I said.
"All good I hope," Frank said.
"Yes, all good," I answered.
"Geez, Jack, you are one lucky guy to be married to a doll like this," Frank said.
I blushed again, after being so sure that I could never blush after the things I had done.
I said, "You men go in the other room and leave me alone or dinner will never get on the table. There's a pitcher of martinis on the coffee table."
I got things ready and then went in to have a martini with them. I had two, and appreciated the way they settled my nerves. I could tell, too, that Frank appreciated the fact that I hadn't worn a brassiere. My blouse was sheer enough to reveal the dark circles of my nipples and he had a hard time keeping his eyes to himself. His glances were furtive and shy, though, and I had to giggle.
At dinner, I ate slowly, not really wanting anything, but Frank took generous portions and wolfed them down. I hoped his appetite was as strong in other areas.
We returned to the living room for drinks after dinner. Jack made some wild, potent concoction and settled on the couch beside me. Frank sat in a facing chair.
"Isn't she something to look at?" Jack said, sliding his arm around my shoulders.
I quickly uncrossed my legs, realizing how much thigh must be showing, and blushed. My blushing was beginning to annoy me.
"I can't see how a good-looking man like you ever escaped marriage," I said.
"I didn't," Frank said.
"I never knew you were married," Jack said.
"Yeah, but not for long. We fought all the time right from the beginning," he said.
"That's too bad," I said.
"It happens," he said with a shrug. "We split after a couple of years. It makes me appreciate a marriage like you two have. It's obvious how much you think of each other."
After that remark, I drained my glass and handed it to Jack. "Make me another," I said. I didn't want the conversation going any further in that vein; the next step would be devoted husband, faithful wife, and I just didn't feel like a faithful wife, not tonight anyway.
Jack brought the drink and sat back beside me. "Come over here and sit, Frank. You're too far away," he said.
Frank hesitated for a moment, then got up and came over and sat beside me. Jack put his arm around me again and kissed me.
"She is one hell of a kisser, Frank," Jack said. He kissed me again. "Show him, Janet-give Frank a little kiss." I looked at Frank, who was blushing now, and hesitated. "Oh, go on, Jan, give him a kiss; I don't care," he said.
I took Frank's face in my hands and pressed my mouth hard against his. His lips felt taut at first, but quickly relaxed. I held the kiss for a long time and then slowly slid my tongue into his mouth.
"Wow!" Frank Smith said, when we broke apart.
"I like it, too," I said. "Let's do it again."
I put my arms around him this time and moved my tongue suggestively in and out. We kissed for a long time, Frank's tongue doing some moving of its own. I hoped he was getting as excited as I was. We finally separated and I threw my head back, thrusting my tits out, and cried, "Oh, God, I love kissing like that!"
Jack giggled, and I knew he was finally convinced, because he said, "I told you she was one hot woman, Frank." He kissed me and put one of his hands over my tits. "She really has nice titties, Frank, and they're real, too. Feel them and see," he said.
I wondered why Jack insisted on playing some dumb little game. Frank already knew they were real; he'd seen enough pictures of them. But what the hell-he wanted to play games, so I let him.
"Yes, Frank-feel them and see," I said.
I had my eyes closed, but I knew it was Frank feeling my tits, and it thrilled me much more than when Jack felt them. I'm a slut and I know it.
"Take off your blouse, honey," Jack said.
"God, Jack, not in front of Frank," I said, playing the game, but I leaned forward so Jack could unbutton it.
Jack got it unbuttoned and slowly pulled it off. He threw it across the room and said, "See. Nice, huh?"
"Jesus," Frank said.
"They like to be kissed," I said softly.
I sat there, eyes closed, while two men kissed my tits. It was twice as exciting this way with two men all to myself-no other women to distract them: just me. They sucked until both nipples stood up hard and proud.
"Go get the camera, Jack, and let Frank take a picture of you nursing on me," I said.
Jack jumped up and went to the bedroom for the camera.
"Oh God, you've got me so turned on," I moaned. "Kiss me again, Frank."
We were kissing hard when Jack returned. I had my eyes closed, but I could see the brightness of the flesh when it went off.
"It's my turn," Jack said, and pushed Frank away.
"Yes, give him the camera, Jack. You did invite him over here to take naughty pictures of us, didn't you?" I said.
"Yeah," Jack said, and handed him the camera.
"And maybe other things," I said.
Jack grinned. "Maybe," he said.
Jack sat beside me and put his lips over a nipple. I held his face against my tit and closed my eyes. I didn't know if Frank took a picture or not, and I didn't care; I wanted things to move faster. I wanted Frank, but I was still a little nervous, so I had to start with Jack. I reached out, pulled down his zipper and pulled out his cock. It was as hard as I'd ever felt it.
"It excites you to have another man watch us, doesn't it?" I said.
"Yes," Jack said.
"It excites me, too," I said, and throwing all caution to the wind, looked at Frank. "Take one of me sucking his cock." I could see the lust in Frank's eyes. I bent forward. I held my husband's cock straight up and kissed the scarlet cockhead-kissed it and kissed it and kissed it, sucking the clear ooze from the gaping pisshole. I was far more excited than usual, and knew that it was because Frank was watching. I let my mouth go slowly down the length of Jack's prick until I had it all in w my mouth. I had never taken the whole thing, and almost gagged. Frank had taken several pictures.
I raised up, my mouth shining wet, and kissed Jack on the lips. "Take me in the bedroom, darling, and undress me," I whispered.
He got to his feet and lifted me up in his arms. He's not a big man, but he's strong. I reached down and gripped his hard prick in my fist while he carried me to the bedroom. Frank followed.
Jack stood me on my feet and pulled my skirt to the floor, my panties close behind. I stepped out of the garments and stood before the two men.
"Isn't she something to look at, Frank?" Jack said.
"God, Jack, she's fantastic. The pictures didn't do her justice," Frank said.
I opened my eyes and saw his hunger. He had already seen me naked in pictures, but now he was seeing me in the flesh. I suddenly felt embarrassed and blushed. I felt ashamed, too, and threw myself onto the bed face down.
The shame wasn't permanent because I rolled onto my back and let my legs open wide, revealing my cunt. I couldn't look at them, but I slowly raised and lowered my hips in lewd invitation.
"Look at her, Frank-look at her. Goddamn, she loves showing herself off," Jack said. "Let's get our clothes off, too. Come on, Frank, peel 'em off."
Jack was naked and beside me on the bed very quickly. I could feel his prick against my leg. It was oozing again and smeared wetly against me. He kissed me hard, using his tongue.
"You really like this, don't you, baby?" he said.
"Oh, Jack, my darling, I've never been so hot in my life. Honey, honey, I love you so much-I'm so happy," I moaned.
I felt Frank's weight on the bed beside me, and then he was close, kissing my shoulder. I thought I would come right then.
I kissed Jack fervently, and at the same time stealthily sneaked my hand down to Frank's cock. I gasped as my hand encircled his cock. He had a huge one, the second biggest I had ever felt. Brad Hamilton, Tony and Vera's friend, had a bigger one, but Frank's was bigger than either Tony's or Jack's. I started to work the wonderful thing in my hand and slowly turned away from Jack, magnetized by this marvelous new prick.
I didn't know how it happened so quickly, and I'm sure Jack didn't either, but Frank was suddenly on top of me and I was guiding his big cock into my cunt. His beautiful prick opened me wide, the fat cockhead spreading my cunt lips apart and the huge cockshaft moving in. He pressed and I gasped as inch after beautiful inch pushed into my pussy. I pulled him hard against me, my mouth over his ear, sucking, whispering.
"Oh God, Frank, fuck me ... give it to me-all of it. It's so big-so big and wonderful. I love it-feels so good-so fucking good. Big, big, I like it big." I was humping now, lifting up to get it all, to get him moving. I wanted him moving hard and fast when I came, and that wouldn't be long.
"Fuck me-fuck me-make me come, Frank!" I screamed.
I didn't know it, but Jack was taking pictures, getting us from every angle.
"You knew Jack invited me over her to fuck you, didn't you?" Frank said, hammering into me.
"Yes, yes, of course I knew. I've thought of nothing else since the moment he told me he was having you over. Keep going, darling, don't stop for a second. I'm gonna come-oh Jesus, am I ever gonna come! I love it, I love ... Oh fuck, how I love it!" I screamed.
Oh God, it was wonderful to be fucking Frank with Jack's permission, and while he watched. No regrets, no guilt. I was being fucked and my husband approved, actually wanted it as much as I.
Frank's thick cock was marvelous; I could feel it all the way up inside-probing, thrusting, exciting. I brought my legs up high and exploded into glorious orgasm.
I was still coming hard when I felt Frank's jizz squirting into me. I locked my legs over his back, holding him tightly. He hunched and jerked, his wonderful cock emptying itself into my belly.
"Oh Jesus, Janet, you're so good I just couldn't hold out," he said.
"It's okay, honey-I came, too. Goddamn, did I ever," I gasped. "I can feel it in there all squishy and wet. You really had a load."
"Fuck yes, I had a load. It's been two weeks."
"You poor darling," I said, and kissed him. "You won't ever have to wait that long again. You can fuck me anytime."
"Anytime?"
"Yes, anytime." I didn't think that I had to spell it out and say with or without Jack.
He drained himself inside me and pulled out, dragging his dripping cock across my leg. It left a slick string of come all the way.
I lay panting, exhilarated from my exquisite come, and before I could catch my breath, Jack was on top of me.
"You really liked that, didn't you, Jan?" he said.
"Yes, darling, I loved it," I answered. "You dig having another man fuck you-right?"
"Yes, yes-it's the most exciting thing that's ever happened to me. Get your cock in me, Jack; I want more. And kiss me, darling, I love you so much for what you just let happen ... and for so many other things." He kissed me. I felt his cock sliding into my cock-hungry hole and grunted with pleasure. "Don't fool around, honey, get it in all the way ... fuck me good. Yeah, baby, yeah, push it to me ... oh, my darling-so good. Yessss, like that-just like that-don't stop, keep going. Don't come-feels so good. Awww shit, feels so good-I love it so much!"
His cock wasn't as big as Frank's, but it had never felt better to me. I needed it-needed it to make the other cocks okay. It wouldn't be any good if Jack didn't fuck me, too. I knew that Jack's cock alone would never be enough, though.
Not after tonight especially, but actually not after the first time I cheated and let Tony fuck me in the car. Tony was in love with me, but I didn't love him, even though I once thought I did. I loved his cock, though, and Brad's and Frank's and probably any other, but I only loved Jack. God, I loved him so much at that moment that I thought I'd explode.
And explode I did! I felt my orgasm rush up on me and grab me and shake me and thrill me and fill me with the best ecstasy in the world. I humped like a demon under my husband, looked to the side, and saw Frank watching us intently. I'M COMING ... OOOOH FUCK, I'M COMING SO GOOD, I cried to him wordlessly, the mute words etched on my agonized lips. I was sure it was the best come I'd ever had, even though I always felt that about each new one.
Jack didn't come, though, and when he was sure I was over the hump, pulled out and brought his gooey cock up to my lips.
"I'm on the ragged edge, Jan, but I want you to suck it out of me. Suck it out and drink it," he cried.
I opened my mouth and let his beautiful cock slide in. It seemed like it belonged there as much as in my cunt, and I wanted his jism in my mouth. He had fucked me to a wonderful come and deserved to spill his cum wherever he wanted. I tasted his prick, tasted my own cunt juice, tasted Frank's milky remains and loved it. I sucked with genuine hunger, wanting the thick, white jizz.
And I got it-oh God, did I get it. It came out in thick globs. Jack grunted with pleasure, and I let it slide down my gullet. I milked him gently with my hand while my mouth pulled it all out. When I had the last puddle in my mouth, I mashed it around with my tongue to get all the taste I could and then let the white hot cum leak down my throat. It burned deliciously all the way.
I lay back a happy, lucky, satisfied woman. I had brought both men off and they had both brought me off. What more could a woman ask?
After Jack rolled off, I lay on my back between the two men, a cock in each hand. Frank's was dry now, but Jack's was still wet. I rolled them lovingly in my hands, detecting a slight lurch from Frank's. He would be ready again very soon.
"Why don't we have a cigarette and a drink and then I'll go down on Frank. I'm sure he wants me to suck him off, too," I said.
Jack went to get the drinks. I slid down on the bed and nuzzled Frank's cock against my cheek. A man's cock is such a marvelous thing, so weak, and innocent looking when it's soft, and so strong and dangerous when hard. I like it both ways, but I like it best when hard. It can do so much more that way.
I held his cock in my hand. God, it was so big, even when soft. I started kissing the cockhead while my hand moved down to fondle his balls. I cupped them in my hand; they felt so smooth and cool, expecially after the heat of his cockshaft.
"Why are your balls so cool?" I asked.
"They have to be or the cum will be damaged. That's why they hang in a bag outside the body," he told me.
"Why do they say a guy has hot balls, then?"
"It's just an expression meaning a guy is hot to go."
"You're so smart, Frank," I exclaimed.
"I'm a walking book of knowledge," he said with a laugh.
"Yes," I said, "but I love you for your cock." I took the big cockhead in my mouth and sucked.
"Here, here, none of that," Jack said, walking in with the drinks.
I sat up and we all sat on the bed and drank. I kept playing with Frank's cock, though, and he was pretty well hard by the time we finished. I handed Jack my glass and bent to my task.
I had barely started to suck him when I realized Jack was taking pictures. I sucked until Frank was completely hard and then suggested we pose. Jack readily agreed. I held Frank's cock against my cheek, between my tits, and finally put it in my cunt. God, it felt good in there-so big and filling. I really wanted him to fuck me again, but he wanted a blow job. I kind of wanted his come in my mouth, anyway, so I complied.
I had him close to coming when I realized Jack's head was between my legs. I opened wide for him and almost swooned when his lips closed over my pussy. It thrilled me so to have him eating me while I sucked another man's prick.
I held Frank's cock in a vise-like grip at the base, but kept sucking while Jack ate me. I felt my orgasm sweeping over me and let go of Frank's prick. My cunt filled to bursting with immense pleasure and then Frank's sticky cum was squirting into my mouth. Frank had a lot of cum for me. I waited until I had most of it in my mouth before I swallowed. It was slippery and sticky at the same time, and slid sluggishly down my throat. I loved it the way it clung to my teeth and tongue, reluctantly going down my gullet in slippery strings.
My orgasm was marvelous, like a thousand needle pricks in my belly and at the same time a warm numbing in my legs. It was the most wonderful feeling a woman can experience and I wanted it to last forever. It didn't, though.
"Jesus Christ, that was good," I gasped.
"Goddamn, yes," Frank snorted.
I rested my head on Frank's stomach while Jack finished his suck job. We lay for a long time like that, but I finally sat up and suggested that Frank take some pictures of Jack and I. Jack was up again, his cock standing proud. It wasn't as big as Frank's, but it was every bit as hard.
I posed lewdly, remembering that not so long ago I wouldn't even let him take a picture of me with my skirt lifted. I hoped they would be good, especially the ones with Frank and me; I wanted something to remember this night by.
I was still incredibly turned on and Jack had no more than put his prick inside me before I was coming again.
"Oh, God-oh, fuck-my darling, I'm coming!" I screamed. "Fuck me, Jack-fuck me good!" I held him tightly to me, my legs over his back, my arms over his neck. "So good, honey-so fucking good. Oh, baby, you fuck so nice. I love you so much. I love your cock so much. I love it so much when you fuck me." I kept up a steady crooning patter while we humped furiously. I petted his head with my hands and his prick with my pussy. "Last a couple more minutes and I swear I'll come again."
He lasted longer than a couple of minutes, and miracle of miracles, I came again. It was duller than before-heavier, actually-not a bursting, wild thing, but it filled me completely. It rolled through me, touching each and every nerve, exciting every tendon in my body. I lay moaning and grunting, hoping I wouldn't pass out. I didn't, but I was awfully close to it.
I finally regained my senses and said, "Now, that's what I call fucking."
"You really dig it, don't you?" Frank said.
"I love it, Frank. This has been one of the best evenings of my life. We must do it again." I said it, but I knew that I would rather have Jack bring someone else next time. A new man would be more exciting; it would be the whole thing all over again, only without the uneasiness. The thought made me tingle in spite of my sated condition.
We had another drink and then Frank decided it was time for him to go home. I walked him to the door and told him to come by anytime, with or without Jack. He declined, saying he wouldn't think of doing this without good old Jack, but I knew if he got the hornies some night and didn't have a woman, his conscience wouldn't deter him. It wouldn't deter me, either.
I went back to the bedroom and had another drink with Jack, marveling at how much booze I could hold. A short time ago, before I started drinking every night, I'd have been fall-down drunk by now. I mixed us still another and sat with Jack on the bed, my hand gently fondling his soft cock.
"That was fun," I said.
"Yeah, I enjoyed it, too," Jack said. "Did you think I was really going to have him over?"
"Well, I wasn't sure-not until he came walking into the kitchen. Didn't you ever think I might back out?"
"No," he said.
"Not for a minute."
"Not for a minute."
"That's not very flattering."
"Honey, you made it pretty obvious that you wanted to try it with another guy."
"Yes, I guess I did." He looked at me oddly, as though waiting for me to admit that there had been others before Frank. I looked away, sipping at my drink.
"Well, we've tried it," he finally said, "and...." He paused. "Would you like to do it again?"
"I wouldn't mind," I said, matter-of-factly. "I am curious, though, why you had him over-I mean, why you wanted him to fuck me."
"I'm not completely sure myself. There's a lot of reasons, I suppose, but mostly I was afraid I couldn't satisfy you."
"Darling, no," I cried, "you've always satisfied me.
"Not completely, honey. I could tell that sometimes you wanted more. Your desire was increasing and mine seemed to be ebbing. I knew I couldn't keep up with you. Then you let me take nude pictures of you and I got excited again."
"You've been a fantastic lover, darling," I said.
"You know why? Well, when you started coming home later and later from your Thursday night bridge club, and always half-loaded, and started letting me take dirtier and dirtier pictures ... well, I suspected that you were cheating on me."
"What!" I screamed, "How could you, Jack?" I hoped I was acting indignant enough.
"Honey, it excited me. I still don't know ... for sure. Don't really want to." He stopped then to give me time to confess. I didn't. "And then that night you were so late and I called up Wilma and she said she wasn't playing bridge with you and hadn't for several weeks; well, what was I to believe?"
"I explained that, darling. I had a new partner."
I felt a slight surge in his cock. I drained my glass, put it on the headboard, and slowly jerked off his growing cock.
"That feels nice, baby," he said. "I know you have a new partner, honey, but I still wanted to think you were cheating on me. I guess I'm nuts."
"No, you're not, but you're getting hard," I said.
"Yeah. Unbelievable. Anyway, I started showing pictures of you at the plant and it excited me. The dirtier the pictures, the more excited I got, and I wondered if I would get even more excited if I let another man see you naked. I knew I would and one thought followed another until I wanted to see another man fuck you, so I decided to have Frank over."
"I know that," I said. His cock was good and hard again. "Fuck me again, Jack. Bury that beautiful thing up inside me and leave it there all night."
I wanted it in there, alive and throbbing, before I was completely unconscious. The booze was getting to me. He rolled on top of me and slid easily in. God, it felt so good-and I had thought I was all fucked out. "Oh, Jack, fuck me," I whispered. "Feels so good, darling. Ooooooh, Jack, honey, yesssss!" I'm so glad I sent the kids away for the whole night. We need this time together, just the two of us, alone ... so we can fuck and fuck and fuck. Fuck me the rest of the night, Jack."
"Aw, baby, you feel so good," Jack moaned. "I don't care if you have cheated on me. I love you so much."
"Jack, my darling, you know I wouldn't cheat on you, not ever. You know that, don't you? I mean really know it, deep down."
"Yes, honey, I know it," he said.
"I hope you do, Jack, because I would never, never, never cheat on you," I cried, knowing that I would never, never, never tell him. I didn't need to cheat on him anymore, anyway-it was so much better when he watched, and so much better afterwards.
My conscience did prick at me a little, though. After all, I had cheated with two other men. And God, I could never tell him of my moment of supreme weakness when I let our little son fuck me, no matter how guilty I felt. I certainly must never do that again.
"Honey, I love you more than ever after tonight. It was wonderful. Love you! Love you! Love you!" I gasped.
"We'll do it again, Jan," he said.
"Yes, yes, yes-we have to," I cried. "Jack, it feels good. Keep fucking me. Fuck me, baby!"
I started to come just as I passed out. I remember thinking that I don't need to cheat anymore, not when it feels like this without it.
CHAPTER TWO
Vera called the next morning. I felt a thrill leap through me at the thought of seeing Tony, and at the same moment felt anger because Vera had called and not him.
"We just got back last night," Vera said, "and can hardly wait until Thursday night for bridge and...." She let her voice trail off, knowing I would know what she meant.
I made a quick decision. Tony must be punished for not calling himself, even though I was dying to see him. "I can't make it this week," I said.
"Oh, no, Janet! Why not?" Vera cried.
"Well ... I just can't."
"Oh damn, Tony will be so disappointed, Jan. You're all he talked about while we were gone."
"I really wish I could, Vera, but no go, not this week," I lied, filled with elation. Yes, I would hold Tony at bay, make him want to fuck me so bad he would be wild.
"I want to see you, too, Jan. Just as much as Tony. Come over for lunch," Vera said.
"I don't know, Vera, I've got a million things to do today."
"Please, Jan," Vera pleaded. "We could have such fun, maybe even have a couple of guys over. I know some real studs."
"Well...." I stammered.
"Please. Please, please. I know just the right guys. We can get a little drunk and get fucked, I mean really fucked. Jan, the men I have in mind are young and real studs. And ... oh goddammit, Janet, I want to see you, too. I've missed you, honey lamb. I want to hold you and kiss you and love you ... I mean love you all over."
I suddenly felt weak in the knees. My heart was pounding and my clit bulged out against my panties. Goddamn, I had a hard-on, an honest to goodness hard-on.
"I ... I," I stammered, trying to resist.
"Please, darling, please. I want you so much, Jan. I love you, baby; let me love you," she pleaded.
I know I had sworn not to do this anymore without Jack, but goddammit, I had to punish Tony, and ... and besides, I was suddenly so horny, so fucking horny; I needed a fuck, a good, long hard fuck!
I heard myself say, "Yes, yes, Vera." I looked at my watch; it was almost ten. "I'll be there in an hour."
Vera was sobbing and gushing dirty suggestions when I hung up. I stood by the phone trying to convince myself that I was taking revenge on Tony, but I knew I wasn't; I was anticipating a new cock, a total stranger with a hard-on. I reached down and clutched myself between my legs. I was wet there, and my excited clitty was sending sharp little tingles through my belly. Goddamn, it was like my first fuck-better than my first fuck. It made it better, too, that Jack wouldn't be there this time, that I would be cheating on him. I'll make it up to him, I thought-I'll fuck him blind tonight.
I felt lightheaded, dizzy, on the verge of swooning. I sank slowly to the floor. A little finger fuck session wouldn't hurt anything-just a little one, to get me started. My fingers worked feverishly at my cunt. God, how I wished that I could get my own head down there between my legs and suck myself off. I bent forward and succeeded only in getting a good whiff of my reeking pussy. God, talk about a bitch in heat.
I sat on the floor for several minutes after I finished. I was breathing hard, wishing I had waited. It had been good, though; it was always good.
I left a note for when the kids came home from school for lunch, and left the house. I was wearing heels, bikini panties pulled tightly into my cracks, a short skirt, and a see-through blouse. God, I was glad that my tits still stood up like they did, and glad too that they were big.
Vera answered the door wearing a pair of panties-nothing else. I stood looking at her in the open door. Such a big-titted woman-a little too heavy, perhaps, but built exclusively for sex. Her tits were huge with fat, pale nipples. Her hair was blonde on top and dark at the pussy. Her thick, dark crotch hair bulged through her sheer, white panties. .
"Come in, darling, before everyone on the block sees me like this," she said.
"You know you want everyone on the block to see you like that," I retorted.
"Yes," she hissed with a grin, "but especially you. Look at me, Janet."
"I'm looking."
She couldn't contain herself any longer and took .me in her arms. She kissed me, her tongue burying itself in my mouth. She hugged me and frenched me for several minutes.
"God, I've missed you, Janet," she said.
"It's only been a week," I said.
"It seems like a year. Come in now." She grabbed my hand and tugged me inside. "I have the drinks all made. Then we'll have a light lunch, just the two of us. The guys will be here later."
"How much later," I said.
"Dammit, they'll be here."
"I know-that's why I came."
"Not to see me?"
"To see you too ... I guess." I could see the hurt on her face, but fuck, I'm not queer. I like a little girl-love now and then, but men are my meat.
"Take your clothes off so you'll be comfortable," she said.
"I don't want to, yet. Let's have a drink."
She was on her knees, her arms around my ass, her face buried in my stomach. If I didn't know how good her mouth felt on my cunt, I'd have been disgusted. "Let's have a drink first," I said.
"I want you so bad, Jan," she cried.
"I want you, too, Vera, but let's not rush it. Better that way."
Vera mumbled something and went grudgingly for the drinks. I went to the couch and sat down, crossing my legs so most of my thighs were uncovered. I wanted to keep her good and hot. When she brought the drinks, I said, "Go and put something on."
"Don't you like me like this?" she whined.
"Of course, I like you like that, but it leaves nothing to the imagination, and I want to imagine it first."
My drink was tall and strong, just the way I like them, and I tipped it up and took a long pull. God, it was good, sliding down my throat like cooling fire. I took another gulp, wanting to feel it fast.
Vera returned wearing a silky robe tied at the waist. It hung loose at the neck, revealing a large portion of her mammoth tits. The booze warmed my belly, and her voluptuous body warmed my pussy.
"You look very beautiful in that," I said, and she actually blushed. I handed her my glass. "Get me another drink; just Scotch over ice this time. And then come and sit by me."
I watched her generous ass slide languorously under the sleek robe. She was back in a moment. I took my glass and quickly took a mouthful, letting it slip down my throat. I put the glass down and slid my arms around her.
We kissed long and hard, my hand sliding into her robe. She groaned as her nipple grew hard between my finger and thumb. I rolled it roughly, excited that it would respond so quickly. I broke the kiss and quickly dropped my mouth to the turgid nipple.
"Oh, oh...." she gasped, "that feels so nice, Jan. Suck it good." She writhed under my mouthing. I cupped both her tits and moved my lips to the other nipple. "Oh, darling, that just sends tingles all through me. I love having my nipples sucked."
I parted her robe with my hands. My fingers slipped under the waistband of her panties and I played in her soft, thick pussy hair. She was grunting now, and lifting up to get my fingers in her cunt, but I kept them just out of reach, raking my nails back and forth in the hair.
"God, Janet-don't tease me," she gasped.
I continued teasing her, never quite touching her cunt, my mouth tight against her tit. I was hot now, too, hot and eager, and pushed her down on the couch. She was lying on her back, her legs open, and I went to my knees beside the couch. I spread her robe open and started licking and kissing her fat tits. I lifted her arm and put my mouth to her armpit. She was unshaven there, and the hair was damp with sweat. I kissed and licked her, taking the hair into my mouth, and finally slid my hand over her cunt outside her panties. They were wet, soaking wet, her cunt oozing frothy pussy juice. I never realized a woman could leak so much, almost as if she had pissed in her pants.
I started moving down then, eager to get my face between her legs. I wanted to taste her, suck her, drink that copious pussy flow. By the time my mouth reached her bellybutton, she was wild with lust, her breath coming in deep gasping wheezes. I moved down the outside of her panties until my face was between her legs. The musk from her cunt was strong and pungent. I breathed in deeply, inhaling the raw smell of sex. God, it was wonderful to my nostrils-so strong and ripe. Breathing in, I pushed my nose roughly through the crotch of her panties. God, they were soaking wet; I'd never have believed a woman could leak so much from her pussy.
I opened my mouth and pulled the crotch of her panties in, hungrily sucking her juices.
Vera writhed against me, her hands on my head. "You darling, darling slut," she moaned. "Eat me, Jan-eat me." She stopped, gasped. "Oh, oh, honey ... I think I'm going to pee, just a little. Yes, yes ... hold your mouth tight against me. Don't let it spoil the couch I can't help it. I'm going to...."
I felt the first little squirt of wetness and instinctively pressed my mouth, panties and all, hard against her leaking pussy. Vera peed, and more than a little, and for some stupid, lewd reason, I didn't care. She pissed through her panties and into my mouth. I sucked, drinking her golden spray, mouthful after mouthful, until Vera, sobbing, started coming. She lurched against me, screaming obscenities, crying for me to keep sucking. When she was empty, she lay limp, sobbing softly.
"Oh, that was good. Oh, that was so good," she whispered.
I raised up and kissed her roughly on the mouth. "You did that on purpose, didn't you? You knew you were going to pee when I went down on you," I said.
"Yes. I love doing that. I always come harder when I'm pissing, and I knew you would let me," she said.
I got to my feet, a little sickened at what I had just done, but still turned on. I picked up my glass of Scotch and drained it, already feeling drunk, but wanting to feel drunker. I peeled off my clothing and looked down at the fat bitch smiling up at me. "It's your turn now," I said, and straddled her face. Her mouth was open and covered my cunt, and just in time because my pee came in a huge gush. She almost strangled, but recovered and took it all. I peed and peed until I could pee no more. "Now suck me, Vera, suck me and make me come," I cried.
Her tongue slid up into my cunt. It was thick and wet. "Get it in deeper, push it all the way in," I cried. "Tongue fuck me, you fat little bitch." I was riding down hard on her face, and had both hands behind me, roughly mauling her huge, pendulous tits. God, how she ate me out! She sucked and licked until I thought I would explode, and explode I did. I came so hard, so much harder than I had earlier from my own hand. It was so much nicer having someone .else do it, even if it was another woman.
I finally slid off her face and stretched out on top of her, pressing my pussy against hers. We lay like that for a long time, rubbing and feeling each other. When we finally got up, we were both well satisfied, for the moment. She found me a robe and we sat and had another drink. We were both good and drunk by now. By the time the guys got there, I was really high-high, and in need of a fuck. I couldn't remember ever needing a fuck so badly as when those two young studs walked in. They were both at least ten years younger than I.
It was quite obvious that they were both on intimate terms with Vera because they kissed her in turn, their hands roaming. She broke free from the second and said, "Wow, slow down. This is my friend, Janet. Janet, this is Ted and Chad. Give her a nice big kiss, guys."
Chad came over to me. "You're some good-looking lady, Janet," he said.
I just closed my eyes and put my arms around his neck. He kissed me, and I kissed back, my tongue sliding into his mouth. We kissed for a long time, but he never did feel me like he had Vera.
Ted finally said, "My turn, asshole." He pulled Chad away and scooped me into his arms. We kissed while his hands roamed down my back to cup both cheeks of my ass. "That's more like it," I said, and pressed my mouth to his again.
"Enough, enough," Vera said, pulling us apart. "Let them get a drink under their belts. You sit in that chair, Ted, and you in that one. Jan and I will sit on the couch and let you desire us while you have a drink." She got their drinks and sat beside me on the couch. She crossed her legs, letting her robe drop to each side all the way up to her hairy crotch.
I tried to be coy, revealing only half my thigh. Chad's eyes hadn't left me since I sat down. He finished his drink quickly, wanting to see more of me. I let him see a little more.
"God, your're gorgeous," he said.
I gave him a little more to look at, and yet not everyting.
Vera had her robe open and her legs apart. "Do you like what you see?" she said to Ted.
He nodded, his eyes fixed on her gaping pussy.
"Do you want some?" she said.
He nodded again, grinning this time.
"Well, I didn't invite you over here to look, Teddy. Get your ass over here and kiss me." She lifted her ass off the couch, her legs wide apart to indicate just where she wanted that kiss.
He got to his feet, but before he went over to her, he unzipped his pants and hauled his stiff cock into his hand.
I stared at the gorgeous thing. The more cocks I see, the more they excite me. It wasn't unusually long, but it was thick, and good and hard, the veins bulging the length of the cockshaft. The knob was red and angry looking. I glanced at Chad, who was still staring at me. I could tell I was his choice even if Vera hadn't selected Ted first. I let my robe fall away until my hair was revealed to his eager gaze.
Ted went over to Vera and dropped to his knees, his prick held tightly in his fist. His mouth went immediately to her pussy.
"Teddeeeeee!" Vera squealed, grabbing his head. "Kiss me good, baby."
I got to my feet, then, tired of being a spectator. I wanted some of the action; my cunt was screaming for it. I went over to Chad and sat on his lap, my arms sliding around his neck.
"Are you the shy type?" I said.
"God, lady, Jan ... you're, you're beautiful-so much more than I expected. I ... oh, God." His voice trailed off. He was so young-couldn't have been more than twenty.
"You're more than I expected, too. But exactly what I'd hoped for. Darling, kiss me." I brought my mouth to his, spreading my lips wetly over his. We kissed hard for a long time. I ran my fingers through his hair and put my lips to his ear. "I'm real, Chad, and I won't break. Feel me, find out just how real I am," I whispered.
His hand moved inside my robe. He stroked my back, sliding his hands up and down, touching the crack of my ass and then slowly coming around my sides until he was cupping my tits. I was almost gasping with desire. His hands felt so good; he was so gentle and slow with me.
"Oh, oh," he cried, "I never for a moment thought ... oh God, Jan, you're everything I've ever dreamed of."
"I'm so much older than you, Chad." I cupped his ear and whispered, "I'm thirty-seven, almost thirty-eight, but oh, darling, I'm yours, yours, yours."
"I wouldn't care if you were a hundred-you're perfect, absolutely perfect." He pushed me back and dropped his face inside my robe. His mouth went over a nipple. He suckled at me like a baby at his mommy's tit. My heart pounded with joy, the pleasure of his lips sending shivers of ecstasy through my body.
"Suck me, darling-suck me. Oh, I love that. Move to the other one-make it as excited as the first," I sighed, holding his face against my tit. I thought the nipple would burst, it was so hard. He let it plop from his mouth and moved to the other. The nipple was already hard, but it responded, hardening more.
I held his head and let him suck until my nipples ached. They throbbed each time my heart beat, sending a chill of pain/pleasure through me with each throb. "Darling, darling, enough!" I finally cried, pushing his face away.
"Oh, Chad, I want you so much," I whispered, kissing him on the lips. I held the kiss for a moment and then slid from his lap, murmuring softly as I went down, "So much, so much, so much, so...."
I felt his hard cock with my cheek and then kissed it wildly through his pants. I smiled up at him, wetting my lips with my tongue while I slowly lowered his zipper. I let my hand glide inside and wrap around his prick. My heart leaped. God, it felt wonderful-so smooth, so long, so hard, so alive. I could wait no longer and slowly eased it from his pants. My heart leaped again when I saw it; it was beautiful. It was long-longer than Ted's or my husband's, but not as fat as either. The cockhead sat at the top like a dome-a capital dome-red, fiery, and ready to shoot its marvelous cum into my face. I bent quickly and kissed the wet and sticky tip.
"I like kissing your cock," I said, looking up.
"Oh, God," was all he could muster.
I kissed it again-once, twice, a dozen times. Then I took that cockhead into my mouth and sucked it until it was clean and glistening. I wanted to suck it forever, or at least until it squirted into my mouth, but I had to have it in my cunt-my cunt that ached, throbbed, screamed for his prick.
I gave his prick a wet, long suck and then fell onto my back, spreading my robe again. I didn't know what Vera and Ted were doing now, and I didn't care; I could think of only one thing. I wouldn't have cared if I had been in the middle of Main Streed-I wanted his cock inside me. Girl-love is fine, but it doesn't hold a candle to this. A hard cock is the only real thing in the world.
"Take off your clothes, Chad-all of them-and come down here on top of me. And hurry, darling, hurry! I want you to fuck me and fuck me and fuck me and fuck me!"
Chad wasted no time then, and soon stood naked above me, his long, slim prick jerking with each throb.
"Chad, fuck me!" I cried, holding my arms out to him.
He came down on top of me. I felt his cock jab between my legs and I reached down with my hand. "Let me put it in," I said, almost sobbing with anticipation.
I let his cock spread my pussy lips apart and then it slid back and forth along the length of my hairy, hungry cunt crack. When I could wait no longer, I pushed the cockhead to my pussy hole. God, the instant of penetration was to be the most wonderful feeling in the world. At that moment the waiting and the yearning, are over-it's in-it's where it belongs. I held it with just the cockhead inside for an endless moment and then whispered hoarsely, "Shove it in, give it to me all the way!"
"Yeah, yeah ... oh, you wonderful broad," he grunted, and pushed.
I thought I would swoon with ecstasy. It was so long, and just went in and and in. And then it was in to the hilt and he was fucking me, drawing out slowly and then pushing back in. In and out, in and out he went, each thrust sending blasts of love and pleasure through me. I really think I love every man that fucks me-love him with all my heart. And I loved Chad then. Oh, God, how I loved him. I gurgled with contentment, my arms locked around his neck, my legs over his back. I met each thrust, slamming my cunt up to engulf him. I was impaled on his rigid prick, and I loved it.
"So good, so good, darling," I cooed. "I love it; you're such a good fucker, Chad-you do it so good. OH! OH! Darling, I'm going to come ... fuck, damn, shit, I'm coming!"
Chad couldn't hold his, either, the way I was jerking, and we came together. I felt the splash of jism inside me and the throbbing of his cock, and heard the grunts of pleasure from his lips. I loved it all.
It thrills me so to pleasure a man, to bring him to the very heights and then make him come, to completely please him, to nourish his prick with my warmth.
And then I was coming again, my cunt sucking the cum from the end of his cock. I pursed my lips, pretending that he was spewing in my mouth. I could almost taste the gooey jizz.
"I love you, I love you ... oh, darling, you're making me feel so good," I moaned.
As quickly as it started, it ended. Chad went limp on top of me, his oozing cock still hard, but without life. When he finally caught his breath, he kissed my lips gently, his hand caressing my hair. He was some fine lover.
"It's a silly question, Jan, but are you married?" he said.
"It's not silly, and yes, I'm married. I have three children-a son and two daughters.
"Isn't it a good marriage?" he said.
"Yes, it's a wonderful marriage. I'm completely happy."
"Why this?"!
He kept pecking lightly at my lips and nose, distracting me. His cock was soft now, but it was still inside me. I wanted to say what he wanted to hear, so I lied. "This is the first time I've ever done anything like this. My husband is out of town and I needed companionship, so I came over to see Vera. We play bridge together. I had no intention of doing this, but when I saw you I had to have you. The instant our eyes met I knew it was GO!"
"God, Jan, you're like a virgin, then. I'm the first, other than your husband."
"Yes, yes-I never cheated before. I was scared and reluctant when Vera said you guys were coming over, but when I saw you I knew I had to have you."
Chad swallowed the line completely. It made him happy, though.
He finally got off and we got to our feet. "I wonder what Vera and Ted are doing," I said. I took his hand and led him to the bedroom. They were finished, too, sitting on the bed and smoking.
"What have you guys been doing?" I said.
"Mowing the grass," Vera said.
I laughed, noticing the wad of jism still on her cheek. I saw Ted's prick, too. It wasn't thick anymore, but little and drawn up into the black hair at his crotch. I wondered how long it would take me to make it thick again. Not long, I imagined. Ted was staring at me.
"Wow, some bod for an old married lady with three kids," he exclaimed.
"Vera has been talking," I said, and sat on the bed.
"Uh, I gotta go and take a leak," Chad said.
I ignored him, and sat staring into Ted's eyes. "Can I suck your cock, Ted? I love sucking cocks."
"Jesus, lady, be my guest," Ted said.
I stretched out on my belly and buried my face in his wiry hair. I took his whole cock in my mouth. It tasted more of cunt than prick, but maybe that was because my nose was mashed into his hair and it was soaked with Vera's pussy juice.
"We ain't been done very long, lady, but I'll do my best to get it up again," he said. "It'll help sitting here and looking at your ass. You got one fine ass, lady."
I smiled, keeping his cock to the hilt in my mouth. I didn't know why a lewd compliment from a delinquent like Ted would thrill me so, but it did. I wiggled my ass for him, and pressed my tits around his leg. My reward was a twinge of life, a small stirring in his pulpy prick.
"Holy shit, baby, you are one fine sucker. I think you're gonna have success," Ted cried, holding my head.
I knew when Chad returned that he was disappointed. I could feel his eyes burning into my back. Why do a girl's lies always catch up with her? I only told him what he wanted to hear. He didn't have to believe it-shouldn't have. I sucked harder.
Ted's prick was coming along very nicely, getting fatter by the second. I could see why Vera had chosen him first; she had a big cunt and needed his thickness to give her any satisfaction.
My jaws were getting tired, so I let the sweet prick flop out and rolled onto my back.
"Fuck me now," I said. I saw the look of dismay on Chad's face and lifted my ass up, opening my legs wide. "Fuck me, Ted-fuck me hard and fast. I just love it when a guy I don't really know pours it to me," I cried, watching Chad's face. I didn't really mean to hurt him, but he had to learn the facts of life sooner or later.
Ted had no such inhibitions and slid into my cunt with gusto. I grabbed his hips and pulled while his thick prick penetrated me. Deeper and deeper it went, its girth spreading me wide. I loved it-oh God-how I loved it!
"Oh, that feels good," I gurgled, saliva trickling from the corner of my mouth. "Fuck my ass off-fuck my ass off! And don't come too quick, honey-make me feel good for a long time."
He fucked me real well. I came within a minute, then again a couple of minutes later. I was well on my way to a third orgasm. He bent his head and roughly sucked one of my rubbery-hard nipples, his cock shooting off like a water gun. He grunted and bit at my tit. I grunted back and came again. My body spasmed with wonderful, painful thrills.
Ted raised up onto his knees and hung over me, letting his soggy cock drip onto my belly. I looked up at him, wondering if I could ever get enough. Oh, I'd had enough for the moment, but I knew that wouldn't last.
"Woof, baby, that was some fuck. You're a good lay," Ted said.
"Thank you-I try," I said sweetly.
"We gotta be going, Ted," Chad said curtly.
"Yeah, hate to run, but...." Ted said.
I sat up and shrugged. "What the hell-if you gotta, you gotta. I need a cigarette."
Chad went into the other room and returned with a cigarette. He lit it and put it in my lips. I took a deep drag and reached for his cock. I found it easily because it was sticking straight out from his belly. I wrapped my fingers around it and squeezed.
"Let me suck you off before you go, Chad. Something to remember me by," I said.
"You've already given me enough to remember you by," he said, but didn't back off when I bent forward and took his prick in my mouth.
I cupped his balls in my hand and started sucking. He pushed forward and the long cock was all but down my throat. I repressed a gag and tipped my head to take it deeper. I was really deep throating the bastard when he came. He gave a grunt, shoved in still deeper, and squirted his cum down my throat. I missed getting the taste in my mouth, but it was thrilling to feel it spurt way down there. I held him until he roughly jerked out.
"Was it good for you?" I asked.
"Yeah, the best I ever had," he grunted. "Gotta get dressed and go." He turned and left the room.
"Fucking unappreciative bastard," I said, stumbling over the words. I suddenly felt drunk and just a little depressed. I was well-fucked, though.
Chad stuck his head back in the room and said, "Will I see you again?"
"If you want to," I said. "I want to."
"Okay. I'll find out from Vera how to get in touch and call you. It's better that you don't call me."
"Yeah, I understand," he said.
I really might call him someday, I thought. He was a good fuck. Vera moaned then and rolled over onto her belly. I looked at her sprawled beside me. She was a beautiful girl, but she was heavy and a sloppy drunk. I liked it better when I was the only girl, and it suddenly infuriated me that she was there, even if it was her house. I swung my hand in a high arc and slapped her hard on the ass. She grunted. I really started slapping her then, spanking until her whole ass was red.
"Ow, oh-that hurts, Janet," she cried, putting her hands back to protect herself.
I pushed her hands away and flailed at her-her ass-the backs of her thighs. She squealed and squirmed.
"Janet, Janet, you're hurting me. Ow, Ow! Goddamn it, stop! I ... I ... oooooh, honey-I think I'm gonna come. Kiss it, kiss it-make it feel nice."
I bent down and started kissing her ass. I kissed it all over and then moved down onto her thighs.
She moaned when I spread her thighs and kissed between them. I couldn't quite get at her cunt with her on her belly so I rolled over and dove into her cunt. She was all sticky with her own juices and Ted's. I sucked her cunt hair and then pushed my tongue into her cunt. She was full of Ted's cum. She was humping and coming and screaming.
"Uh, uh-oh Jan, I think I'm gonna die, it's so good," she cried.
I worked on her until the only froth left was on my face. I think she passed out then.
Driving home later, I felt like a tramp. Jack was at work all day supporting us, and my kids were probably home from school now, wondering where their mother was. And here I was, drunk, driving home from an orgy with two strangers and a fat lesbian. "Jeeesus," I whistled through my teeth, trying to focus my eyes so I wouldn't run into any parked cars. My pussy kind of hurt, but it felt good, too. I decided one thing, though; just Jack wasn't enough, even if he brought another man home with him occasionally. He'd have to bring one home every night to satisfy my itch.
CHAPTER THREE
The rest of the week was uneventful, to put it mildly. I let my husband fuck me after I got home from the orgy with Vera, Chad and Ted. It was a real thrill to fuck him knowing I had spent the afternoon fucking and sucking two strange men. Jack was none the wiser and remarked on how hot I was. After that, the week went downhill. Jack fucked me on Tuesday and Wednesday. On Thursday I wanted to go play bridge and see Tony, but one of the kids had a fucking program at school that I couldn't get out of. The program was boring and shitty and Jack didn't fuck me when we got home-said he was too tired. He was too tired the rest of the week and didn't even offer to bring a friend home. I was anxious for him to bring home another man for me. I needed regular sex now, and Jack didn't seem to realize how his inattention would surely force me to cheat on him again.
We went to church on Sunday; something we hadn't done in quite a while. Both girls sang in the choir; they were regular attenders, even if we weren't. John was in the youth choir, but they didn't sing that Sunday so he used it as an excuse not to attend.
Chuck and Elsie Stern sat a couple of rows ahead of us. Chuck turned and saw us, nodded, and then gave me a real soul-searching look. I'm sure my face reddened. I couldn't help dwelling on the thought that he had seen all those nude pictures of me. Jack should never have shown them to someone we knew socially. I wondered if he had let Chuck see the ones where I was being fucked by Frank. For an instant, I almost hoped that he had. Elsie stared straight ahead, but Chuck couldn't help glancing around every now and then. I could tell that he wanted to fuck me if he got the chance. Maybe, just maybe, I thought, I'll give him the chance.
I swear I didn't hear a word the preacher said. I spent the whole hour fantasizing that Chuck was fucking me. by the end of the hour my panties were soaked and my pussy tingled. I did hear the closing prayer.
We talked to Chuck and Elsie for a minute on the church steps and I could see the hungry lust in his eyes. On the way to the car, I said to Jack, "You should never have shown Chuck those pictures of me naked. God, did you see the way he was looking at me?"
"Yeah, I sure as hell did," Jack said, chuckling.
"Lord, I hope you didn't show him the ones where we were fucking."
"No, I didn't show him those."
"And surely not the ones of me and Frank."
"Of course not," Jack snapped.
"Goddamn, I'm glad of that." I paused a moment, and then added, "Why not?"
"I didn't want to-not yet, anyway. I get a kick out of the way the prick drools when I show him the ones with your legs open. I don't think I want the bastard to fuck you, though."
"Why not?" I said.
"Because I hate the overbearing sonofabitch. I don't know why I ever showed him the pictures in the first place, but I'm glad I did. Jesus, he really eats his heart out." Jack laughed. "I may just show him some of you and Frank and watch his stupid face."
"Jack," I said, "You wouldn't show him pictures of another man fucking your wife, would you?"
"I might. Would you care?"
I pondered for a moment. "Well ... no, I guess not. I'd like to see his face, too." I didn't say it, but I would have liked to see his cock-not only see it, but feel it buried deep in my cunt. Jesus, I really felt horny. I hadn't been fucked since Wednesday-four days-and I was needing it. It was the longest I'd gone without for at least three months.
On the way home, I got Jack's prick out and played with him. We talked more about Chuck, and Jack got good and hard. I wanted to bend down and suck him, but decided to save it until we got home. My mistake! When we got there, the girls were already home, and John was whining about a fight he'd had with a neighbor kid. I was forgotten. I got a headache, then-the first I'd had in years.
After lunch Jack decided the weather was too nice to pass up a game of golf. I play, too, and usually go with him, but my head wouldn't quit throbbing and I reluctantly declined. I decided to take a couple of aspirin and lie down. I heard the girls' voices coming from Joyce's room. The door was open, and they were arguing. I heard Joyce's voice and my mouth dropped open.
"Oh, go fuck yourself," she said.
Joyce is our eldest. She's always been quiet and shy, almost withdrawn. She never misses church or choir practice or any young people's church activity, and is an honor student who rarely goes out with boys. I couldn't believe my ears-not that word from Joyce's lips. Why, I'd have bet that she didn't even know it-not perfect Joyce.
"Well, fuck you, too," Jerri shot back. From Jerri I expected it. I doubt very much that she is even a virgin, and have reason to believe she spent the night with a man the night that Jack brought Frank over.
"Listen, shitass, I don't give a good fuck what you think. You can take your fucking opinion and shove it up your voluptuous cunt, or better yet, your ass. It probably won't be the first time you've had something stuck in your ass," Joyce said, her voice shrill.
I couldn't stand any more; my head was pounding, and I ran for the bathroom. I heard Joyce's voice again as I ran.
"Who's out in the hall? Is that you, John, you little prick? You fucking little peckerhead?"
I made it into the bathroom before she came out, and stood with my heart pounding. I should have gone back and really chewed ass, but I just didn't care. God, young girls are such foul-mouthed sluts nowdays, even my sweet Joyce. Sweet, my ass.
I took the aspirin and went to my bedroom and closed the door. I stripped off my clothing and slipped into a silky dressing gown. I liked the gown when I was naked; it felt so marvelous against my bare skin. I stretched out on the bed, my temples throbbing. I didn't know how long I had been there when there was a light tapping on the door.
"Who is it?" I said.
"It's John. Can I come in, Mother?"
"Yes, darling," I answered.
The minute he stepped inside the door, I knew I should have told him to go away. The warning signals flashed in my head like neon lights. He's my baby, but I had let him fuck me once already. I felt ashamed because I was getting excited and I couldn't help myself. I remembered the time he got into bed with me because he had had a bad dream, and I played with his cock. It should have ended right there, but I played with it again another time and then sucked him and made him come. After that, fucking with him didn't seem so bad. I swore then that it must never happen again.
"Don't you feel good?" John said.
"No, darling. I have a headache. Where are the girls?" I didn't know why I asked that; it didn't matter.
He came over and sat on the bed beside me. "They took off somewhere," he said. "Together?"
"Yeah. They were laughing and acting crazy."
"Amazing," I said. "Why is that?" he said.
"Oh, it doesn't matter. They were fighting when I came in here."
"Yeah, they do that a lot." He put his hand on my cheek. "You don't have a fever."
John seemed so much more grown up now since I let him fuck me. His hand felt so nice on my cheek. I turned my head and kissed his palm. I felt his other hand inside my robe, first on my thigh and then my bare belly and knew it would happen again if I didn't stop him.
"John, no ... you know what we decided," I said, weakly.
"You decided-I didn't," he said.
His hand moved lightly down into my pussy hair. "Oh, John, no...." I said. And then he was between my legs, his fingers sliding deeply into my cunt. I was already wet there, probably from thinking of what I knew he would do. I wasn't drunk now, like last ime. No, I couldn't blame booze, only myself. I'm loose, immoral, incestuous even. I wanted him to play with me, wanted it more than anything I could imagine.
He opened my robe all the way and I didn't stop him. I wanted him to look at me, to want me. "You're so beautiful, mother," he said. "Do I excite you?"
"God, yes."
"Let me see." I let my hand go to his crotch and felt the hard lump in his pants. "Yes, I guess I do," I said.
He played with my pussy while I got his pants open. I slid my hands inside and grasped his little prick. God, it was so hard, and not little, really-just little by comparison. It seemed bigger than when I had first played with it, and he responded more knowledgeably, hunching expertly into my clasping fist.
"Take off your clothes, John," I said.
The lad jumped from the bed and quickly shed his clothing. He stood naked, staring at me, his prick pointing straight out from his belly.
"You're so beautiful, Mother. I wish I could take some pictures of you like Dad does," he said.
"Like ... like Dad does?" I stammered.
"I peeked through the door and saw him. I liked it when you got on your back and opened your legs wide."
I sighed and dropped my legs apart, my robe falling away to my sides. "Like this?" I whispered.
"Yes, Mother, yes," he said, his eyes wide. "Oh, Mother, can I kiss it?"
"John, how do you know of such things?"
"I saw Dad do it to you."
"You saw that, too? My God, John, how often have you peeked at us?"
"Oh, lots of times," he said. "I saw him kissing you there one night after you sucked his thing and made him come."
I was beyond shock by this time. My baby wasn't my baby anymore. "And what did you think when you saw us doing that?" I asked him.
"I got excited and played with myself-you know-jacked-off. I came, too."
"Show me," I said, "but don't come."
John took his cock in his fingers and started stroking. He stroked slowly, deliberately. "It's better when I go slow-makes it tingle more and it takes longer," he said.
I watched for a couple of minutes, my own cunt-juices tingling, and then raised my knees and spread my legs wide apart. "Come here, darling-come here and kiss it."
He came to me instantly and dropped his face between my legs. He lacked the finesse of an experienced lover, and went right to my cunt with his mouth. I liked to be kissed on the legs and around the edges first, but since it was my young son doing the kissing, it was more than adequate-it was thrilling. He kissed me several times and then raised up.
"It has a strong smell," he said.
"Don't you like the smell?"
"Well ... yeah-I think I do."
"Then do it some more, and use your tongue. I like it."
He dove in again, but more aware of what he was doing this time. He puckered and kissed and licked and sucked. I started moaning and rolling my hips, my hands going to his head to press him to me. I was in heaven and nearing a marvelous come when he stopped and raised his head.
"Don't stop," I cried, "I'm almost there."
"I want you to suck me, too," he said.
"Of course. How selfish of me. Slide up here beside me. We can suck each other at the same time." He started to climb up. "No, turn around so we can get at each other." He understood then, and got into the right position. He was a little short for a perfect sixty-nine, but by bending my neck a little, I got his cock in my mouth.
His cock tasted so sweet, and I could get the whole thing in my mouth without gagging. It was so hard, too, so incredibly hard; a grown man's cock just doesn't get that hard. He was back between my legs with his mouth, but I could tell he was thinking more of what I was doing to him than what he was doing to me. It didn't matter, though, because it was such a thrill to be sucking his cock. My little baby, and I had his prick inside my mouth-sucking, sucking, sucking. I wanted his cum, but I knew I would be unfulfilled and stopped.
"Let's not come this way, darling. Let's fuck," I said.
John wasn't against the idea, even though I'm sure he would have been completely satisfied if I had sucked him off. He raised up and turned around and quickly crawled on top of me.
"Yes, yes," I hissed, "get on top of me, get it in ... honey, I want it so much."
It went in easily, almost lost inside my wet pussy, but I could feel it, and I knew whose it was, and that was enough. I knew I would come.
He moved inside me slowly, not anxious and excited as he had been the first time. He was almost too good at it for only his second fuck.
"Have you done this with anyone else?" I asked.
He didn't answer.
"Well, have you?" I said. "I won't be angry-you can tell me, darling."
"Well ... yeah, I did," he said. "Who with?"
"Don't be mad, Mom. It was with Jerri."
"Your sister?" I cried. "Yeah," he said. "Tell me about it."
"Well, one night I was in the bathroom taking a pee with Jerri came home. You and Dad were already in bed, asleep. I think she had been drinking because she acted silly and asked me to come in her room and talk while she got ready for bed. She just took all her clothes off right in front of me and then came over and took my cock out of my pajamas."
"Were you hard?" I said.
"Yes, and Jerri said I certainly was growing up. I knew what was going to happen then because you and I had already done it, so I took off my pajamas and we got in bed."
My mind was reeling, both from guilt and excitement. What had I done-what had I started?
"What happened then?" I said, holding him closely, thrilling to his little cock now embedded all the way inside me.
"We felt around for a little bit and then I asked if I could fuck her. She said yes, so I did. It wasn't as easy to get it in as it was with you, but not much different afterwards."
"Did you come? I mean inside her."
"Sure. She said she was taking a pill and it would be okay."
"Oh God, honey, keep fucking-go a little faster. Yeah, yeah." I was getting close and could feel the tingling clear up in my belly. "Was it good? I mean with Jerri."
"God, yes, Mom-it really felt good, especially feeling it spurt up inside her."
"Oooooh, John-my baby. You're not my baby anymore-you're my little man. That feels so good, John-faster, faster. Unhh, good, baby. Did Jerri come, too?"
"Yeah, she hugged me and rolled and jerked. She said she did, too."
"I'm going to come, too, honey. Ooooh, it's good!" I could feel his cock hot and hard and alive inside me. He jerked it rapidly in and out. "I'm ... I'm coming, honey!" I screamed, bucking violenlty to meet his thrusts. I threw my head from side to side in a frenzy of orgasm-delicious, wonderful, thrilling orgasm.
"I'm coming, too, Mother!" he cried.
Only his cockhead was between my cunt lips when he started coming, and I could feel the wetness, sure that he was coming more than when the first time. I hunched, engulfing him to the hilt.
"Empty yourself in me, darling!" I screamed. "Make it good for both of us ... enjoy, enjoy, enjoy!" I kept mumbling the words, letting him ride me until he fell exhausted against my heaving tits. I hugged him, savoring the last waning thrills of my orgasm. It was an intense one, and left me weak.
I cradled my young son in my arms and we lay breathing heavily for quite some time. When at last he stirred, he had slipped out and his soft, little prick lay wet and sticky between my plump thighs. I squeezed him and let him roll off. I had done wrong again, and I knew it, yet it had been so thrilling for both of us. I wondered if it would hurt him-really hurt him, I mean. He would surely grow up and go his way with nothing more than a fond memory. Fucking with his sister was something else, though, and had to stop.
"Was the time you told me about the only time with Jerri?" I asked.
He hesitated, knowing I would not approve, but finally said, "No, Mother."
"My God, John, how many times have you fucked your sister?"
"Only one other time. It was at night, too. She came into my room after I had gone to bed."
"God, she's a little whore," I said. "You haven't tried anything with Joyce, have you?"
"Geez, no, Mom. Joyce is an old prude. I've peeked on her, though, and saw her naked. Boy, she is really built."
"John, you must never do that again. We mustn't do this again, either."
"All right, Mother," he answered.
His answer was too quick, too meek. I knew he had no intention of stopping. He would try to fuck Joyce, too, if he thought she would let him. Thank God she is different from her sister and mother, I thought.
"You'd better get dressed and go, John, before Daddy or the girls come home," I said.
"Okay, Mother," he answered.
I watched him dress and even that gave me a thrill. It had to stop, but I didn't know how. John came over and kissed me-not like a son, but like a lover, full on the mouth.
"That was so good, Mom. I really love you," he said. And then he was gone.
I tried to be angry with myself, but I couldn't, not when I knew it would happen again-wanted it to happen again.
I realized then that my headache was gone. I felt wonderful. "I guess it was what I needed," I said, and curled into a little ball under the sheet for a much-needed nap.
CHAPTER FOUR
On the following Wednesday, Jack called and said he had to work late. On Thursday, the shit hit the fan. We had just finished supper and I needed a couple of things from the store, so I told Jack I would take his car since it was in the drive blocking mine. He always drives with the seat all the way back, and when I reached down for the little knob to release the seat, my hand touched something silky. I lifted a pair of panties-women's panties.
I sat dumbfounded, staring at the frilly little garment. Unconsciously, I brought them to my nose and sniffed. The breath caught in my throat; they were well used.
"The dirty sonofabitch. How could he? I give him all he can handle at home and he steps out on me. He said he had to work late. How could he?" I cried aloud.
I started the car and shoved it in gear, peeling rubber all the way to the street. Tears filled my eyes until I could hardly see. My husband was cheating on me. Didn't marriage mean anything?
I didn't go to the store-I went to a bar. I had to think. I thought about picking up a man to get even. After two stiff drinks I began to settle down, and it even excited me a little to think of Jack fucking another woman. I remembered, too, that I didn't have any right to be angry since I had cheated on him more times than I could count on both hands. I was still angry, though, because it somehow seemed different when I did it.
I had another drink and went back to the car. I could feel the booze and picked the panties up from the seat and put them to my nose. They had a strong cunt smell. I took another deep breath; it excited me. I wasn't angry anymore; I was boozed up and getting sexed up, so I started the car and headed for home.
When I walked into the house, Jack looked up from the paper and said, "You were sure gone long enough to get a couple of things."
"So what?" I said. "Besides, I didn't get them. Come in the bedroom; I want to talk to you."
He followed me into the bedroom. I kicked the door shut behind us.
"What the hell's the matter with you?" he said.
"This," I snarled, and hurled the panties into his face.
The color drained from his face. "I ... I ... I," he stammered.
"You lying sonofabitch, you didn't work last night. Did you?"
"No," he said.
"You were with a woman, weren't you?"
"Yes," he said.
"You lying, cheating bastard."
"You let Frank Smith fuck you," he said.
"That was different. You were right here when it happened. In fact, you planned it."
Jack gave me a sick look and sat down on the bed. "It wasn't planned, honey-it just happened. I stopped for a drink after work and ... hell, I don't know why."
"You got a hard-on, that's why," I said.
"Yeah, that's why," he said.
"What's the matter, don't I give you enough hard-ons?"
"Well, you probably won't understand this, but it was exciting because it was someone different."
God, obviously the man had no idea what is going on around him-no idea how well I understand. "Maybe I understand," I said.
"It has nothing to do with us, honey. You turn me on more than anyone-more than she did-but hell, I was there, she was there, she was available, and it just happened."
I sat on the floor in front of him and put my hands on his thighs. "Have you ever cheated on me before?"
"No, never-and I don't know why I did this time. I'm sorry."
"Don't be," I said, and opened his fly. "Huh?" he said.
"Don't be sorry. Tell me about it." I had his cock out. "You're soft."
"Hell yes. I was scared you would leave me or something."
"I won't leave you ... ever. Now tell me about it." I started slowly stroking his cock.
He grinned down at me. "You're positively amazing," he said, his cock growing stiff. "You really want me to tell you about it?"
I nodded and bent down and kissed his prick. "Tell me every little detail."
"Well, as I was leaving the plant I met this gal that works upstairs in the office. We'd talked a couple of times before, but I didn't even remember her name. She remembered mine, though, and asked me for a ride home. Said her husband usually picks her up but was out of town. I told her sure, no sweat, and when she said where she lives I told her it was right on the way. I really had no intention of anything other than giving her a lift, but when we got in the car she really came on strong-suggested we stop for a drink. Hell, honey, she's only twenty-three, not great looking, but built-real leggy-and she was wearing a short skirt, and ... hell, the flesh is weak."
"Not all of it," I said, holding his rock-hard prick in my fist. "Go on, tell me more." I started masturbating him again.
"We stopped at a bar, had a couple of drinks-she was all over me by this time. I told her I had to get home and she said to call and say I had to work late. Well, we were necking and feeling each other by this time and I just couldn't resist. I knew she was ready to fuck."
"Was she?" I said, and bent over and took his prick in my mouth.
"Yeah, she sure was." He put his hand on my head and pushed his prick on into my mouth. "Suck it good, honey. Anyway, we had a few more snorts and went out to the car. I took her pants off so I could feel her up good and stuffed them under the seat and forgot all about them. We went to her place and stripped and fucked. Jesus, honey-she was one goooood fuck!"
I should have been jealous when he said that, but I wasn't-I was turned On. I liked the idea of his fucking another woman. I wished I had been there to watch. I let his cock fall from my mouth.
"Now you can fuck me," I said, and got up and started taking off my clothes.
Jack sat open-mouthed and watched me strip. "You mean you're not mad? Really?" he said.
"Hell yes, I'm mad-but I'm turned on, too. After I got over the shock, it excited me. Don't just sit there-push your goddamn pants down; I'm gonna ride that cock of yours."
He grinned and shoved his pants down his legs.
"That's good enough-now lie back," I said. I was naked now and ready for action.
He lay back and I crawled up over him. Reaching down, I found his cock and quickly pushed it in. The cockhead spread me open and I pushed against it, slowly sliding my cunt around the meaty cockshaft.
"Ahhhhh, shit, that's good," I moaned, getting as much inside me as I could. "You'd better not neglect me for some office slut, Jack."
"God, honey, I won't-not ever. It was just one of those things-won't happen again," he said, lifting his ass each time I came down on him.
"I didn't say it couldn't happen again-just don't neglect me. I need cock, lots of it, and if you neglect me I just might go get some strange stuff myself. You're not telling me the truth, anyway. I'll bet you've already got the next time all lined up."
"Naw, honey, I haven't." He hesitated a moment, then added, "She wants a repeat, though."
"And you don't?"
"Well ... yeah, I'd like to fuck her again."
"What's her husband like?"
"I don't know. I've never even seen the guy."
"Maybe we could get together. You know, a foursome."
"Are you serious?" he screeched.
"Of course I'm serious," I said.
"Jesus, honey, you surprise me every time you open your mouth. That kind of talk makes me want to come."
"Don't come yet-it feels too good." I stopped moving, holding his cock deep inside me. "Just keep it hard in there. I like it hard." I started moving again, unable to control myself. "Oh, goddamn, Jack-I really like to fuck. It feels so good," I cried.
"Not so loud, honey, the kids...."
"To hell with the kids," I gasped, feeling my come close. I wished I hadn't locked the door, though-maybe John would be watching if I hadn't. It didn't bother me to think of fucking my young son anymore; actually, it excited me and I was coming. "Squirt inside me, Jack, I'm coming ... oh, God, am I ever coming!" I humped wildly, but Jack didn't come.
"Roll over," he said.
"You didn't come?" I said.
"No, I can hold out with you on top. Roll over and let me fuck."
We changed positions without coming apart, and as soon as he was on top he lunged in, burying himself to the hilt. I could actually feel his cock expand when he was ready to come.
We came together, humping and groaning, twisting and sweating.
It was heavenly. I really like it when he comes with me. He finally went limp, his cock still all the way in. I tightened my thighs to keep him there, but he finally went completely soft and slipped out. He rolled off and reached for the cigarettes.
"Want one?" he said.
"Yeah," I said.
He lit two and put one to my lips. I lay on my back, dragging deeply. "That was good," I said. "It sure was," he said.
I sat up. "I think I'll go and make us a drink. Do you want a drink?"
"Sounds okay to me, but you better put on a robe first."
"Why? Isn't it time the kids got an education? The girls have the same equipment I have, anyway."
"Yeah, I guess they do, but John might be shocked to see his mommy in the buff."
"I'll worry about John. You worry about the girls." I got up and slipped on the robe-a silky, clinging thing. "Your girls are growing up," I said.
"Yes, I've noticed," he said.
I noticed something, too-a leer in his eyes. "You have a couple of pretty sexy daughters."
"Yes, I've noticed," he said again.
"I'll go and get those drinks," I said.
I had the drinks mixed when John came into the room. He came over to me and hugged me.
"What you and Dad been doing in the bedroom?" he said.
"Can't you guess?"
"Were you doing it?"
I leaned to him and whispered, "Yes, honey, your daddy was fucking me."
He put his hand on my hip, sliding it back and forth over the silky material. "You locked the door," he said.
"Were you trying to peek on us?" I asked.
"Yes," he said.
"I should have left it unlocked. Next time I will."
He grinned at me-leered, actually-and started to slide his hand inside my robe. "Where are the girls?" I said.
"In Joyce's room. They said they were going to study, but there was an awful lot of giggling."
I let him continue. He felt my belly and then his fingers glided into my thick pussy hair.
"You're naked under your robe, Mother," he said.
"Yes, I am," I whispered, the fire rekindling in my loins.
His fingers were between my legs, sliding back and forth in my cunt. I moaned softly and let him play, my hand stealing to the front of his trousers. "Ooooh, you're nice and hard, honey," I said.
"So hard it hurts," he said. "I want to fuck you, Mother."
"We can't darling-your father is in the bedroom waiting for me."
"I wish he'd go out somewhere."
I bent down and kissed my baby on the mouth. "I wish he would too," I said.
John pushed two fingers into my cunt, brushed my gown open and found a nipple with his lips. It was madness, I know, yet I opened his fly and slipped my fingers inside. It thrilled me to feel his cock, so hard and throbbing, inside his pants. I stroked his prick between my first two fingers.
Finally, I pulled away, gasping. "This is madness, John-utter madness. We can't do anything now-your father is waiting and he might come out to see why I'm taking so long."
"Your fingers felt so good on my prick, Mother, and now it hurts. Play with it some more; you told me that it wasn't good for me to get hard and not get relief."
"I lied, honey-it won't hurt you. Sometimes it's good to put it off; makes it sweeter when you do it."
I said it to hold him off, and still I took his cock from his pants and jerked him off slowly. He moaned softly, leaning against my hand.
"Does that feel good?" I said.
"Yes, yes-I'm so hot I'll come quick," he gasped.
"Tell me just before you come," I said.
I stroked steadily, letting my fingers slide along the full length of his cock, making sure my touch was gentle when it moved over his cockhead. He started grunting and hunching with his hips.
"I'm going to come, Mother," he cried.
I got close to him and directed the tip of his cock against my cunt, my fingers pulling steadily.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," he gasped.
I felt his cum squirt against my thigh and squeezed his cock hard, my fingers slowly milking him against my cunt. With my legs bowed, I pressed his cockhead into my pussy. He moaned each time I squeezed out a spurt of cum. When he was done, I carefully wiped his cock in my pussy hair.
"Did you like that, John?" I said.
"Oh, yes, Mother, it felt so good," he answered.
I looked down and saw his thick, white jizz in my pussy hair. "You come more than you did at first," I said.
"Yes, a lot more," he said.
I was still holding his soft prick when Jack's voice bellowed from the bedroom. Both John and I jumped. My heart was pounding, as was John's, I'm sure.
I pushed his cock into his pants with my fingers and whispered, "We must never take a chance like this again, John. Only when we are completely alone can we do the things to each other that we want."
John nodded solemnly, little man that he is. I lovingly patted his cheek, pulled my robe tightly closed, picked up the drinks and returned to the bedroom. I pushed the door closed, but didn't lock it, even though I was sure that my little lover was no longer in the mood for peeking.
"What in the hell took you so long?" Jack snorted.
"I was talking to John," I said.
"In that get-up? Jesus, it's worse than being naked. You can see every dip and curve you've got, and your nipples are sticking out like marbles."
"Maybe John enjoys admiring his mommy's body."
"Shit, Janet, the kid is only a kid."
"Didn't you look at girls and get a hard-on when you were his age?"
"Hell, that's so long ago I can't remember, but I'm sure I didn't look at my own mother and get one."
"She didn't look like me."
Jack grinned. "She sure as hell didn't, and she didn't show herself like you do, either. If I didn't know better, I'd think you wanted to get your own son in the sack."
I put my drink down, fell' onto the bed on my belly and nuzzled my face in Jack's hairy crotch. "I'll bet your mother couldn't fuck like I can, either," I said, and drew his prick into my mouth.
"I couldn't say," he said. "John wouldn't know what to do if you put the make on him."
I closed my eyes and smiled, sucking steadily on Jack's cock, and imagined John's cock-hard as a nail-spurting its cum into my pussy.
I held Jack's cock in my hand and looked up. "Can you get hard again?"
"I don't know. I might if you keep sucking."
"Okay, I will. I want you to fuck me again." I closed my eyes and started sucking, imagining it was my son's cock in my mouth.
CHAPTER FIVE
Tony finally called Thursday morning; I was still angry and very cross with him. He was very apologetic and begged me to play bridge. I was going to refuse, but when he told me how much he loved me and how much he needed me, I relented. I don't think I could have held out, anyway, because my pussy tingled at the sound of his voice. I spent the rest of the day imagining how good it was going to feel with his splended cock shoved deep inside my cunt.
I told Jack at supper that I was playing bridge with Vera and would probably be late. He was taking Joyce, our eldest, to a play, so didn't mind. Jerri was staying home with John. I knew what would happen between Jerri and John, but didn't seem to mind anymore. I even thought of sneaking back to watch them fuck, but the lure of Tony's lovemaking was stronger.
Tony met me on the street. I didn't care anymore who might be watching and let him kiss me. It had been several weeks since I'd seen him and I realized how much I had missed him.
"God, Janet-I love you so much," he said, and kissed me again.
"I love you, too, darling," I whispered, and at that moment I did-I really did.
"Let's not play bridge," he said.
"Isn't Vera here?" I asked.
"No. She's off whoring around somewhere tonight. It will be just you and me."
Everything had changed since the first time I played bridge with Tony; I didn't want to play bridge with him anymore-I wanted to fuck him.
"All right," I said.
We walked to my car arm in arm. Tony had walked from his house, so we didn't have two cars to fuck around with.
The instant we got into the car we started necking. His mouth felt so good pressed to mine-so hot and passionate. I drew in his tongue, my hand already fumbling with his zipper. I grasped his hard prick at about the same moment his hand reached my cunt.
"You're naked under that dress," he said.
"Yes. Naked for you," I said.
"Goddamn," he said, "it's only three blocks to my house, but I don't know if I can wait that long."
"Don't, then. I can straddle you right here in the car. We can fuck for a few minutes and then go home. We don't have to come. We can save that until we are in bed."
"God, yes, Janet, I have to get it in you now."
I already had his cock out and it was a simple task to slide onto his lap and feed his throbbing cock to the mouth of my pussy. It felt so good nudging the hot, hard cockhead against my pussy hole, but I wanted more and pushed it inside. With a moan I let myself down, his cock spreading me open.
"Darling, darling, I've missed you so, and your cock feels so good. I don't think I can wait to get in bed before I come."
"I don't think I can, either," Tony said.
His cock was all the way in and I was humping slowly on his lap. It was still light outside and we were less than a hundred feet from the hotel entrance, but I didn't care-it felt too good to care. The only thing that mattered at the moment was Tony's cock-hard and long and all the way inside my cunt. I wanted to come now, and I wanted Tony to come now.
"Oh shit, oh Jesus," I moaned, "so good, honey-so fucking good. Don't wait, let it go-come inside me as soon as you can. I'm so close already. OHHHH, darling ... fuck me, fuck me, fuck me ... I'm going to come!"
Tony was grunting and lifting up to thrust into me. And then he was coming, gasping for breath, his hot cum spitting inside me. I kept humping until I knew he was done and then sagged heavily on his lap, holding his softening prick inside me.
"That was good, darling," I said.
"There's no way it could have been any better.
And there's no way we could have waited."
"Absolutely none. I wanted you inside me the second I saw you. I think I'd have let you fuck me right there if you'd wanted."
"Oh, I wanted, but I didn't think you'd let me. I can see the people's faces." He giggled. "Let's go home, have a drink and do it again."
"Best idea I've heard all evening," I said.
I slid off his lap and held his gooey cock the whole three blocks. I could feel his jizz leaking out when we walked into the house. It felt kind of good to be all sticky there between my legs.
Tony mixed drinks and we sat on the couch talking, drinking, and kissing. It beat the hell out of playing cards, especially after he got his hand under my skirt. By the time we were on our third drink, we were both naked and necking furiously. I could feel the booze, which added to my growing excitement. I kind of enjoyed getting just a little drunk when I cheated on Jack; it released what tiny bit of inhibition I had left. I think I enjoyed it so much with Tony because he was the first man to fuck me other than my husband and it really feels like cheating when I'm with him. It's such a thrill to cheat, to give myself completely to another man while Jack is home being a good husband.
"I love you, Tony-I love you so much," I said. "I want to suck your cock a little and then I want you to fuck me again."
"I love you, too, Jan. I want to marry you."
"I'm already married, darling. Remember? Besides, what about Vera?"
"I'd leave Vera this minute if you'd leave your husband."
"I won't leave Jack. I've told you that a hundred times, but I want you, too. Just love me and fuck me ... and fuck me and fuck me and fuck me." With this I dropped my head to his lap and started kissing his prick. He was hard again and it felt wonderful, all wet and throbbing against my lips.
I kissed his cockhead, sucking in the clear ooze and then wetly licked down the cockshaft. I pushed his legs apart, nipping and kissing the insides of his thighs and his balls. He smelled hot and sweaty down there, exciting my senses to a boil. I moved back up and drew his cock into my mouth. I sucked at the wonderful thing, holding it tightly at the base. I pumped it slowly while I sucked, feeling it harden and swell. The cockhead felt like it was going to burst when I clamped down on the base of the cockshaft.
"Oh, God, honey, that's too much. I'll come if you don't stop," he groaned.
No you won't, I thought, and gripped his prick tighter. He was on the verge and wanting to come, but I wouldn't let him. I held him tightly while I worked his cockhead over with my lips and teeth. He was going to know tomorrow that he had been worked over; his prick would tell him.
He started grunting and hunching, wanting to come. I took my mouth away, but held his come in check. I squeezed him until I thought he was okay. "Now you can fuck me," I said, "I think you're almost ready."
"Jesus, what do you mean almost?" he gasped.
I got on my back and let him settle between my legs. His cock slipped in easily and he started fucking. "Pour it to me, baby-I'm ready, too," I cried.
We fucked for what seemed like a long time, and then he got his hand between our bellies and started rubbing my clit. I'd never had that done before while fucking and it sent me up and over-a wild burst of orgasm.
I closed my eyes and humped under him, my come intense to the point of pain. I was still coming when I opened my eyes and saw Vera standing beside the couch, watching. I remembered the first time she walked in on us and how embarrassed I was. I wasn't embarrassed this time. It excited me to see his wife standing there while he fucked me.
"Tony, Tony-keep fucking-it feels so good. Do you love me, darling?" I cried.
"God, Janet, I love you so much," he said.
"More than you love Vera?"
"God, yes," he gasped. "Aw, shit, honey-I'm gonna come!"
"Yes, yes, darling come inside me!"
Tony came, spilling his delicious cum deep in my cunt. He grunted and lay still. He turned his head and saw Vera.
"Jesus, how long you been here?" he said.
"Hi, Jan-hi, Tony," Vera said.
I saw that she was really drunk. She was swaying badly and her eyes were hazy and far away. God, she was such a mess-such a slut. Tony deserved more.
Tony got off and we both sat on the couch. Vera stood grinning at us. I looked at my watch; it was one minute after eleven. Very inconsiderate of her to come home so early when she knew Tony and I would be here, I thought.
"You're home early," I said.
"Yeah, got drunk," she drawled. She lifted her skirt up to her waist, showing us her big, hairy cunt. "Got fucked though-got fucked good. Goddamn-three guys fucked me, one right after the other. Oh shit, am I ever full of cum." She pushed her cunt out, holding her skirt high. "See, Tony, full of cum. Kiss it, honey."
Tony turned his face away, a disgusted look on his face.
She turned to me and repeated her gesture. "Kiss it, Jan," she said.
"Oh, Vera, you're drunk," I said.
"Sure I'm drunk," she whined, "but I still want somebody to kiss my pussy. I want you to kiss my pussy, Jan. Please, please."
She looked so forlorn, like she was about to cry, that I leaned forward and gave her a big kiss in the middle of her hairy patch. She moaned with pleasure and pushed against my face. I decided to tease her and kissed the inside of her thigh a couple of inches from her cunt, then on the other thigh in the same spot.
She gave a huge sigh and said, "Goddamn, Janet, you're exciting me so much. Stop teasing and really kiss me."
Suddenly I wasn't teasing her anymore-I was teasing myself. I wanted to really kiss her. I bent my neck to get a better position and planted a big, juicy smack square between her soppy lips. She gave a loud, whooshing sound and let her skirt fall down over my head. I was in the mood now, and came off the couch onto the floor and clamped my mouth to her cunt. I sank my tongue into her cunt, and wow, she hadn't been kidding-she was really full of cum. Once I had her opened, it poured out into my mouth. I've never had so much cum in my mouth all at once before. I reached up with my fingers and held her open and sucked the gooey stuff out-drained her dry.
"Oh, God, Jan-you're really good-you're really getting to me. Have you ever been fucked by three guys, all of them total strangers-one, two, three? The first guy shoved his cock in and as soon as he was done squirting, the second guy climbed on. By the time the third guy was finished, I must have come a dozen times, or so it seemed. Has that ever happened to you, Jan?"
I couldn't answer her, but I hadn't, and I knew I would like it. The thought made me tingle.
I finally finished with her and brought my head out from under her dress. "It's your turn, Vera. I have a pretty good load of hot stuff in my cunt, too."
Vera was as hot for it as I was; she pushed me backwards onto the floor. She came down on top of me with her pussy in my face. I put my arms around her ass and pulled her to my mouth. We lay humping and moaning and sucking until we both came.
Tony brought us both drinks. His prick was standing straight out. I sat on the couch with him and held his cock in my hand. Vera remained on the floor. We had several drinks and then Tony fucked me again. He was drunk, I was drunk, and Vera had passed out on the floor. He was on top of me, his cock deep, telling me how much he loved me. He felt so good inside me that I actually thought of running off with him. He was quite a bit younger than Jack and could fuck me longer. I knew I wouldn't, but I thought about it.
I was wet and slimy between my legs and quite drunk by the time I got home. It was two or three o'clock and I fell down a couple of times getting to the bedroom. I cursed loudly both times. Jack was sound asleep, and it was a good thing because I hadn't bothered to clean up the mess between my legs. I was soon asleep beside him.
CHAPTER SIX
I had a terrific hangover the next day, and Jack acted kind of strange. I wondered if he suspected that I had been out fucking, but I didn't let it bother me too much. He was still a little aloof by Saturday night, so I confronted him. "What's bugging you, buster? Something I've done?"
"Naw, just some little problems at work. Nothing serious and nothing you've done. Let's go out tonight. Tip a few and dance. I heard of a real wild place where you can really let your hair down," he said.
He looked like he really needed it, so I readily agreed. The kids all had plans, and they were old enough to take care of themselves anyway.
We went to a fancy restaurant and I had lobster and filet. It was expensive, but it sure was worth it. We had a bottle of wine and after-dinner drinks and then Jack took me to this little joint that was filled with smoke and lots of wild music. I'd worn heels, a short skirt and a very sexy see-through blouse. I was wearing a bra, not to hide my tits but to enhance them. But it was sheer, too, and the dark circles around my nipples were quite apparent. I got a lot of leers when we threaded our way to a tiny table.
"Boy, the stag line really noticed you," Jack said.
"Do you mind?" I said.
"Hell no, it makes me proud to think my wife can make all those guys stare and think dirty thoughts."
"Do you really think they're thinking dirty thoughts?" I said, thrilling inside.
"You better believe it. I'll bet there isn't a guy in the joint who doesn't want to fuck you."
"Jack," I cried, trying to blush.
We had two quick rounds to get in the mood and then went to the dance floor. It was wild, disco dancing, and I really showed my stuff. There was finally a slow one and I slid into Jack's arms, pushing myself against him. I leaned on his shoulder and let my hand ride down between us to feel his crotch.
"You're hard, honey," I said.
"So is every other guy in the joint," he said.
"Oh, Jack, you say the nastiest things. I love you so much. Kiss me." He kissed me, his tongue gliding in and out of my mouth. "Do you really think they're hard because of me?"
"Yes, baby. You're the best looking, sexiest, and the best fuck in the place."
"Jack, Jack-it thrills me when you say things like that. I love you-I love you so much. You're the only man for me."
"I know that. It's why I don't mind if men look at you the way they do. It's why I brought Frank Smith home and let him fuck you. It's why any guy here tonight could fuck you and I wouldn't worry."
"Any of them?" I said.
"All of them-one right after the other."
"Oh Jack, you're terrible. I love you, God, how I love you."
We went back to our table and had a couple more rounds. The booze and the dancing had me fuzzy in a hurry. I felt lightheaded, just a little tipsy, and was tingling all over. I reached under the table and felt his crotch again. He wasn't completely hard, but it was still bigger than normal.
"I could use that thing right now, Jack. You could take me out to the car and fuck me and I wouldn't object."
"Would you like to have some guy here take you out and fuck you? Some guy neither one of us knew?"
"I'd rather have you take me out and fuck me," I lied.
"I know that," Jack said, "but wouldn't it be a thrill to have some other guy do it?"
"You know it would," I whispered.
Jack signaled the girl for another round and said, "See that guy over at the table with three men? He's really been giving you the eye."
I glanced over. "Which one?" I said.
"The good-looking one with black hair. Look at him-give him a smile. Maybe he'll come over and ask you to dance."
I knew at that moment that Jack wanted something to happen with another man as much as I did. "Would you let him?" I asked innocently.
"Yes," he said.
I slid my chair around a little, crossed my legs, and looked at the man. He smiled. I smiled back. Our drinks came and we clinked glasses.
"To sex," Jack said.
"Yes, to fucking," I said.
"To extra-marital fucking," Jack said.
I reached under the table and he was completely hard again.
"To extra-marital fucking, then. To getting fucked good, to getting fucked good by another man." I looked at the good-looking young man with black hair and smiled.
"Yes, baby, yes," Jack said. "Drink up."
We tossed down the drinks. Another round came quickly.
"To finding another pair of panties in your car," I said.
Jack grinned. "No way, honey," he said.
I was about to offer another toast when the man I had been smiling at came over to our table.
"Dance?" he said.
I gave him a big smile and said, "You'll have to ask my husband."
He looked at Jack, seemed a little flustered, and said, "Can I dance with your wife?" He obviously resented asking Jack.
"I don't know-can you?" Jack said. "Huh?" the guy said.
"Certainly you may dance with her, if she's willing. I don't own her."
The guy turned and looked at me-didn't ask, just looked.
"I'm willing," I said, and got to my feet.
When we got on the floor the man said, "What the hell was that all about? You knew he didn't give a damn if you danced with me."
"I like for him to think it's his idea," I said.
"Just what I need is a complicated broad," he said.
Before I could answer, the music started and I decided to make him forget that I'm a complicated broad. I still prefer the old-style touch dancing, but this new stuff does give you a better chance to show off what you've got. And I showed it off. When the music stopped we were both flushed and breathing hard.
"Let's do it again a little later," he said.
He was at least fifteen years younger than me and pretty brash, but kind of cute. "Maybe," I said.
"You really turned me on, baby," he said.
I stepped in close and said, "I was trying to."
He was about the same height as I and our lips were inches apart. He hesitated an instant, then kissed me. I slid my arms around his neck and kissed back. My body was tingling.
"Your old man is looking," he said.
"I know it. It turns him on."
"Crazy."
"Later," I said, and went back to my table.
Fresh drinks had already arrived and I quickly drank up. I was feeling no pain by now, but Jack was really getting snockered. His eyes were glazed and I wasn't sure he had even seen us.
"He kissed me," I said.
"I saw," Jack said.
I reached under the tiny table and fumbled with his zipper. "Did it excite you?" I eased my hand into his fly.
"Yeah, but not as much as what you're doing now."
"Oh, you like it when I play with you in public?"
"Makes me buzz all over," he said. "Jeez, I'm really drunk."
"You're really hard, too," I said, sliding my finger and thumb up and down the length of his prick. It was exciting me, too, and I was just about to get his cock out of his pants so I could really jerk him off when a man from the next table came over and asked me to dance. I looked at Jack and he nodded.
"Don't stay away too long," he said.
"Okay, honey. Order another round and I'll be right back."
This guy was bigger and better looking than the first, but we didn't dance long, and I didn't let him kiss me. I wanted to get back because I was afraid Jack might pass out.
I sat down and put my hand back inside his fly. "Are you still hard, Jack?" I asked, feeling that he wasn't.
"I dunno," he said. "I better get some air, honey-I think I'm gonna pass out."
I zipped up his pants. "Let's get you outside," I said.
I got him to his feet and with great effort got him outside. We made it to the car and tumbled together into the back seat. I quickly unzipped him and hauled out his limp cock. I couldn't get him hard with my hand so I bent down and sucked him until he was at full attention.
"Do you want to fuck me here?" I asked.
"Don't think I can, honey-too fucking drunk," he mumbled.
I held his cock tightly in my fist and worked on it with long, easy strokes, palming the cockhead tightly each time I went up on it. "Do you want me to keep going-make you come?"
"Yeah, yeah," he said, lifting up with my hand. "Make me come. Feels good, baby. Wanta come. You gonna let one of those guys fuck you?"
"If you want me to," I said.
"Yeah, honey, want you to. Go back and bring one out here and let him fuck you. Wanta watch, wanta see him fuck you. Awww, baby, gettin' close-feels so good!"
I leaned against him and kissed him. "Oh, honey, I love you so much. I'm getting so hot jacking you off." I blew into his ear and then stuck my tongue in. "Yes, honey, I want one of them to fuck me-maybe more than one."
"Yeah, Jan," he grunted, his body stiffening.
"You're close, aren't you? I can feel it," I said, pumping furiously.
"Goddamn, honey ... comin'! I'm comin'!"
The first wad spurted up and then the rest poured out onto my fist. I kept pumping, watching the cum bubble out, run over the cockhead and onto my hand. He was almost done when I bent down and closed my mouth over the sticky mess. I sucked what was left from his cock and then slurped up the pool on the top of my fist.
"Did you like that, honey?" I said. He didn't answer. He was out cold.
I cleaned him up with my lips and tongue and then tucked his cock away. After stretching him out as comfortably as I could, I went back into the tavern. The music was blaring, the air thick with smoke and fumes. I went back to my table, but it was already occupied. I was about to leave when the man I had danced with grabbed my arm.
"Hey, baby, I thought you split with your old man," he said.
"My old man is out in the car. He passed out," I said.
"Now that's a dirty shame. Here, take my chair-I'll get one from this next table."
"Well, maybe for a few minutes. I really should get Jack home and to bed."
"Sure you should," he said.
I sat down, but not for a few minutes-more like two hours. There were three of them: Jerry, Fred, and Abe. I liked Abe the best-he was the big, good-looking one. They kept the drinks coming and I was soon quite drunk. I danced with all of them, showing off more and more as I got drunker. I would lean across the table, resting my chin in my hand, so they could get a good look at my hefty tits, and on the dance floor I lifted my skirt higher and higher until I had it to my crotch. I have a nice ass, especially in skin-tight panties, and I wanted the men to see it.
It was after midnight when I realized how drunk I was. "Jesus, I'm too drunk to drive home," I said, leaning heavily against Jerry's arm.
"We'll get you home, baby. It's early. Have another drink," he said.
"Christ, I'll pass out. Do you want me to pass out?"
"Hell, no," he said. "Maybe we better go."
"Someone will have to drive my car. Jack has to get home, too," I said.
They figured it all out and I ended up in the front seat between Jerry and Fred. Abe followed in their car. Fred drove mine. Jack was out cold in the back.
Jerry put his arm around me and kissed me. I liked the way he kissed, and kissed back. We had kissed several times before I realized he had his hand inside my dress. My bra was very thin and he had my nipple hard.
"Stop that or I'll slap your face," I said.
"Sure you will," he said, his fingers inside my brassiere.
"You think I won't?" I cried indignantly.
"Yes, I think you won't."
He had called my bluff so I playfully slapped his cheek, then quickly kissed it. "I didn't mean it," I said.
"Let's get your dress open so I can see them," he said, ignoring my slap. He got my dress open down to my waist, spread it wide, and pulled the bra above my tits. "Jesus-nice tits, baby," he said.
"Really, Jerry, you shouldn't be doing that. My husband is in the back seat." I wasn't thinking about my husband, though, I was thinking about how excited I was getting.
Jerry bent down and pulled a nipple between his lips, then nipped at it with his teeth.
I grabbed his head and pressed it tightly against my tits. "Ooooooh, honey-that feels nice," I cooed.
"Hey, shithead, don't wear her out before I get parked," Fred yelped.
I took Fred's hand and put it on my other tit. "There's enough for you, too, Fred, and don't waste time looking for a parking place-we can go to my place. Just pull right into the garage." I closed my eyes and held Jerry's head against my tit while I gave Fred directions. "Don't drive too fast, Fred-we don't want to lose Abe."
"Don't worry about that; he's right behind us," Fred said.
"Is it his car?"
"Naw, it's Jerry's. We drew straws and he lost-that's why he's driving. I'm driving because Jerry won."
I leaned down to Jerry's ear. "I'm glad you won, Jerry," I whispered. "Push Fred's hand away and suck the other one."
Fred protested, but Jerry got his lips clamped to my other tit. "Suck it, honey-suck it good," I moaned. I was doubly excited knowing they had drawn straws to see who got me first. I guess they never doubted that they were going to get me, but I wouldn't have doubted it, either, the way I had acted. I guess it shows that I'm an easy fuck.
I felt Jerry's hand under my skirt, moving up my leg. "You're so naughty, Jerry, and you're taking advantage of me. I'm so drunk and you've made me so excited sucking on my titties. You really must stop." I let my legs come slowly open to accommodate his rising hand. He finally reached the top and slid his fingers into the damp hair around my pussy. I gave a sharp moan.
"Jesus, where's your panties? I know you were wearing a pair; I saw them when we danced," he said.
"I took them off the last time I went to the girl's room. The crotch was all wet, anyway."
"I can see why," Jerry said. "Shit, lady, you're soaking wet-your pussy's soaking wet."
"I guess you've made me excited," I said. "Are you excited, too?"
"What do you think?" he said, putting my hand on the bulge in his pants.
"I think you're excited," I said. I fumbled at his zipper. . ,, "Need help?" Jerry said.
"I'll get it," I said, "Don't stop what you're doing." He had a thick finger all the way up my cunt.
It was a struggle, but I got him unzipped and hauled his prick out into my hand. It was a nice, healthy prick-hard and throbbing. "Ooooooh, nice, and so big," I said.
"Shit," Fred said, "look at this."
I glanced over and saw that Fred had his cock out. It was bigger than Jerry's, hard and shining in the dash lights. I gave a little gasp, knowing I was going to have them both.
"You guys are pretty damn sure of yourselves. What makes you think I'll go all the way with either of you?"
They both laughed, dirty laughs.
I meant to say, "I'm not fucking anyone," but it came out wrong. I said, "I'll fuck anybody!" I blushed, I really did, and added softly, "I want all three of you to fuck me."
Fred turned into the drive and pulled into the garage. He quickly cut the engine. "Where's the bedroom?" he said.
"Oh, we can't go in. My three kids are in there," I cried.
"Then why the fuck did you say to come here?" he said angrily.
"I ... I guess I forgot. I ... I'm drunk, dammit. I'm sorry," I stammered.
"Stupid goddamn cunt-now we'll have to fuck you in the car," Fred snorted.
"Goddamn you, if you don't like it, you can just leave," I cried, almost in tears.
"Relax, baby-no problem," Jerry said, "and you shut your fucking mouth, Fred. Hell, the ear's okay, or better than that, you got a backyard and a blanket. We'll be quiet."
"Yes, we can have a little party," I cried, the anger forgotten. "Did Abe get here?"
In answer, the car door opened and there stood Abe. He saw my hand wrapped around Jerry's cock, my skirt up over my hips and Jerry's hand against my hairy cunt. He grinned.
"Good, you're all here and we can have our party," I cried. "We'll have to take Jack in first, though."
Fred groaned.
"She's right, asshole," Jerry said. "I'll help her get him in and get a blanket. You assholes wait out here."
I squeezed his cock tighter. He was a take-charge guy; I liked that.
I wasn't much help getting Jack in the house because I was a lot drunker than I'd thought and could barely manage walking. Jerry was strong, though, and hoisted Jack up and lugged him inside. I led him to the bedroom and he flopped Jack onto the bed. I arranged Jack on the bed and then looked up; Jerry had his pants and shorts down, his cock thrusting out.
"Lay down, baby, we're gonna fuck," he said.
"Jerry, not in here. My kids will hear us," I cried.
"To hell with your fucking kids. I can't wait. Come on, let's fuck."
I looked at his throbbing cock and wanted it, wanted it something awful. I couldn't wait, either. I lifted my skirt up over my hips and got on the bed beside Jack. "Fuck me!" I said.
He got between my legs and I quickly inserted him. "Mmmmmmm-wonderful, honey-fucking wonderful," I moaned. God, his prick felt so good sinking into my pussy. "Yes, Jerry, fuck me."
I raised my knees up and then back down and then back up, fucking him, making it good for both of us. The thrills swelled inside me. I was made for fucking, made to have a hard cock in my belly.
I think I was coming when I realized the other men were in the bedroom watching. It thrilled me to have them there waiting their turn. I grunted and screamed and bit Jerry's ear.
"Jesus, she really gets with it," I heard Abe say.
"Yeah, yeah, with it," I moaned. "Fuck me, Jerry-keep fucking me."
"Goddamn, I'm coming, baby!" Jerry cried, and pumped his jism into my cunt.
He crawled off and then there were hands all over me. They undressed me and spread me out. I opened my eyes and saw Abe and Fred standing by the bed. They were both naked, their hard cocks standing straight out. They looked so lean and hard and young and beautiful.
"It's your turn, Fred," Abe said. "Hurry up-fuck her."
"I won't last long, kid. Jesus, what a hot cunt," Fred said.
I reached out and grabbed Fred's prick. "Yes, Fred, fuck me."
Fred fucked me. He shoved his great big prick into my cunt and fucked me. I reached over and held Jack's limp hand while Fred reamed his cock in and out. He wasn't as good a lover as Jerry, and didn't kiss me-just fucked for his own release. He got his release quickly, squirting a thick wad of cum in with Jerry's.
He got off and Abe quickly took his place. "God, I thought he would never come," Abe said.
"I thought he came too quick," I said.
"Jesus, you're gooey in there. Talk about sloppy thirds."
"Don't think about it," I said, wrapping my legs over his back. "I've been saving myself for you, darling. You're the one I wanted to fuck with right from the start. Get it all the way in, Abe-fuck me good."
He was in all the way and I held him tightly in place, my legs clamped over his back. I could feel how slippery and messy I was and loved it, loved the thought of yet another load of male cum squirting into me. I wished there was a dozen more men lined up to take their turn. I wanted to fuck all night. I started coming again-I hadn't with Fred-and shoved my tongue into Abe's mouth.
"Oh, oh, Abe honey, I'm coming," I moaned. "Feels so good, so fucking good. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I love this. Don't stop, honey-keep that prick in there and keep it hard."
I hunched under him, grinding my ass around and around. It felt better each time he jammed in until I thought I would pass out. And then he was coming, too, and I wrapped my arms and legs around him. He gushed inside me, pumping gob after gob of delicious cum into me. I held him there as long as I could, but finally had to let him off. I lay panting, my legs open, my cunt full of cum.
"I always get hard again when I watch," Fred said, and before I could move, he was thrusting his cock against my lips.
I let my mouth open and took the head of his big prick inside. I had only sucked it for a few moments when he started thrusting like he had in my cunt. It almost gagged me, but I managed and he quickly unleashed his load. I drank the thick jism from his cock, sucking until there was nothing left. I offered to suck Abe's, too, but he declined.
"Where's Jerry?" I asked. "He will be ready for me to suck by this time."
"He's gone, probably out in the car. He does things like that," Abe said.
They got dressed and left. I got up and staggered towards the bathroom, but heard noises from the direction of the children's room. I felt a stab of fear when I saw Jerri's door open and the light on. I looked in and saw that Jerry hadn't gone to the car, he was on top of my Jerri. They were both naked.
I stood and watched them fuck. I heard my daughter moaning and then she cried out, "Oh, God, that is good! Keep fucking, you sonofa-bitch-I'm about to come!"
I leaned against the wall, feeling a little sick. I listened to her grunting and saw her legs jerking and knew she was coming. I turned and went to the bathroom, the cum running down the insides of my legs. I sat on the potty and hadn't sat there more than five minutes when Jerri came in. She was naked. Her nipples were large and very dark and the mass of pubic hair was unusually thick for a girl her age.
"Hello, Mother," she said casually. "Did you and Daddy have a nice time?"
"Don't you know how to knock? And you shouldn't run around in the nude," I said.
She seemed to ignore me and got a drink of water. Then she turned and faced me. "I saw those men fuck you, Mother," she said.
"I'm drunk and I'm sick, Jerri. I don't want to talk about it tonight," I said.
She started to say something and then turned and left. I knew I should have said something in my defense, even confronted her with her own indiscretion, but I just didn't feel like it. I was pretty sure I wouldn't feel like it tomorrow, either.
CHAPTER SEVEN
I awakened the next morning with a terrible hangover, the worst I could remember. Jack rolled over and rested on an elbow when I sat up. We were both naked, but I certainly didn't remember undressing him before I passed out. I remembered watching Jerri and that man fuck and then her barging into the bathroom on me and telling me she had seen me with those men.
"Jesus, my head is splitting. Would you get me a Bromo, Jack?" I said.
"I don't feel too goddamn good myself," he said, and got up and went to the bathroom.
I watched him leave the room. His ass was still lean and firm, his thighs hard and smooth. He was easily the equal of those young studs and he was forty years old. He was gone several minutes. I watched his cock when he came back in. It was drawn into his thick mat of hair, but it still bounced a little as he walked. He came over to the bed and handed me a fizzing glass of milky liquid.
"I took a leak and had one myself while I was in there. I feel better already-I think," he said.
He sat down on the bed while I drained the Bromo. He cupped one of my tits and said, "Wow, I really tied one on last night. Did you get as drunk as I did?"
"It took me a little longer, but yes, I got as drunk as you did."
"I must have passed out cold. I don't remember anything after we left the bar."
"I passed out, too, but not until we got home."
"I don't know how you got me into bed. You sure take good care of me," he said, softly rubbing my nipple. It was hard.
"I love you," I said, and took his hand and moved it down between my legs. I still felt lousy, but his hand felt good on my pussy. He played with my clit until I moistened and then pushed his finger into my cunt.
He kissed me and then said, "Did you get fucked last night?"
"Yes," I answered.
"Which one?"
I hesitated a moment and thought, what the hell? "All three," I said.
"Oh, shit, that turns me on," he said. "Are you up to a fuck?"
"I'm always up to a fuck."
He pushed me back onto the bed and crawled between my legs. His cock pushed right in, opening me like a flower in the morning sun. It felt good-thick and hard and long-every bit as good as any of the three of the night before. "Fuck me, honey-fuck me hard and make me come," I moaned.
It was better because of the previous night-it improved my sex with Jack. Fucking with other men made me a better wife to Jack.
"I passed out too soon last night-missed all the fun. Were they good?" Jack said.
"Yes. They were all good," I answered.
"How did they do it-one right after another?"
"Yes, honey-one, two, three. I sucked two of them off, too."
"Goddamn! I better stop a minute or I'll come. Are you close yet?"
"Not yet, but it feels good. Rest a moment so we can make it last longer. I want you to make me come."
He stopped humping, his weight heavy on top of me, his cock in deep. It felt good in there even without moving.
I heard something or sensed something and remembered the bedroom door was wide open; someone was watching us. I didn't care anymore and wondered which one it was-or maybe even all three. If it was Jerri, it might make her feel better to know that I fucked with Daddy, too. It made me hotter to know that we were being watched and I raised my legs up over his back.
"Fuck me some more, darling," I said louder than necessary. "Don't come too quick. Just fuck me and make me feel good."
He started pumping and his cock, which had softened slightly, went rigid. Maybe he knew we were being watched, too. I humped with him, loud moans slipping from my lips.
"Is it good for you, baby? As good as last night?" he cried.
"Yes, yes," I hissed. "Wonderful, it's wonderful! Oh, Jack, fuck me hard, fuck me fast-I'm almost there."
I started to come then, jerking wildly under him, grunting and crying out. "Good, good, good! Oh, darling, Jack, I'm coming. Shit, fuck, piss ... it's good! I'm coming, I'm coming! Oh, my darling, keep fucking!"
Jack hammered into me. I held him tightly with my legs, both arms flailing wildly against the bed. I felt his cock thicken and throb and then he was pumping his jizz into my pussy.
"Aw fuck, I'm coming too," he grunted.
"Yes, good-yes, let it come, Jack. Squirt it into me!"
We writhed for a few seconds more and then lay still. We were both breathing hard, gasping for each breath of air. He raised up, pulling his cock free, and fell beside me on the bed.
"Good fuck," he gasped.
"Yes, the best, darling," I answered.
"Did those three studs enjoy you as much as I just did?"
"They wanted to fuck me pretty bad, Jack," I said.
"I imagine any man would," he said.
I thought it strange that he would keep going back to the night before and decided he must feel a little guilty himself. Probably he was getting a little away from home, too. He had suggested I turn them on and let them fuck me; it was all his idea. I turned to him and kissed him hard. "I love you, Jack," I said.
I finally got up, slipped on a robe, and went to the kitchen to start breakfast. Jerri came in first and acted as if nothing had happened last night, which made it easier for me. I decided then that I would have to be more careful at home, at least with other men because now Jerri made me uneasy; I knew she knew even though she didn't let on. I didn't mind if they knew Jack and I fucked-that's to be expected. Or even if they peeked in on us-it excited me to think that one or more watched while we fucked.
We all had breakfast together, but none of the children acted differently, so I had no idea who had been watching. I was still naked under my robe, but everyone else was dressed. Jack had recovered from his hangover and was taking Joyce to the museum. I begged off because I still didn't feel good and I hate museums. Jerri had a date somewhere-probably to go and fuck-and John had a ball game. I felt like hell and was staying home.
I got up from the table and announced I was going back to bed because I didn't feel well. Jack followed me to make sure I was okay. I told him no to worry-just a hangover-and to go ahead. He patted my cheek and left. I hadn't been in bed ten minutes before my head started aching again; I got up and went to the bathroom for an aspirin. I was at the door of the bathroom when I head Jerri giggling. I went to investigate. She was standing in the hall outside John's room, and when she went in I scurried down the hall.
"Playing with yourself again," I heard Jerri say.
"Naw, just giving him a little exercise," John said manfully.
I went to the door and peeked in. John had his cock out of his pants and in his hand. Jerri pushed his hand away and took hold of his prick.
"You gave him a good workout last night. Remember?" Jerri said.
"I sure do remember, Sis. We really had a good fuck. Mom and Dad can go out all they want," John said, and laughed.
"Yeah, especially like they did last night."
I froze, fearing she was going to tell John about my bringing three men home to fuck. She didn't, though, because John wasn't interested enough to ask what she meant. "Wanta ball now?" she said, and I sighed a breath of relief.
"Sounds great, but I haven't got time. If I'm late for the game, I'll get kicked off the team," John said.
"If you'll kiss my pussy a few times, I'll suck you off. It won't take long."
"Okay, you've got me pretty hot standing there pulling on my prick," John said.
Jerri let go of his prick and lifted her skirt all the way up. She was naked underneath. John kneeled down and put his beautiful mouth between her thighs. I knew Jerri was in heaven because I remember how good his little tongue can feel, and besides, she was sighing and pushing against him with considerable urgency.
"You don't have to bring me off, honey," she said. "Just make it feel good. I'm meeting a guy in about thirty minutes; he'll take over where you leave off."
John pulled back. "Gee, Sis, you gonna let me fuck you?"
"Hell, yes, it's the only reason I'm going out with him," she said, and pulled his face back to her cunt. "Now get back to work; I was just starting to feel good. Mmmmmm, nice, baby, you're really getting good at this. I won't tell you who he is because you know him-but he's older, almost thirty, and really goooood! He's married, too, and I know his wife. That makes it more exciting."
Evidently John was excited, too, because he raised and said, "It's my turn now, Sis."
"Okay," she said, and pushed him back onto the bed. "I'll bring you off good, honey." She went to her knees beside the bed and slurped in his prick.
I stood watching, not with shock, but with envy; I wanted his delicious little cock in my mouth. I had been wondering why he hadn't been after me to fuck; now I knew. I watched until he started jerking and I knew he was pouring his sweet, syrupy load into her mouth. Then I went quickly down the hall.
I went to the kitchen instead of the bathroom, got a bottle of Scotch and took it back to the bedroom with me. I nursed my hangover with Scotch instead of aspirin, and by the time the kids left I was feeling no pain whatsoever. I reached for the phone and dialed Tony's number. I was in luck and Tony answered.
"Hi, darling," I said.
"Jan," he said.
"Yes, it's Jan, and I love you-and I'm lonely."
"I love you, too, and I'm lonely for you," he said.
"Is Vera there?"
"No, she went bowling."
"That's good. I've been thinking of you all day and I'm at home alone. Can you come over?"
"Jesus, yes," he said.
"See how fast you can get here," I said, and hung up.
I had never had Tony in Jack's bed and I wanted him there. It was dangerous-someone might come home-but I just didn't give a damn. I poured another Scotch, flipped my robe open and started playing with myself. I would be just drunk enough when he got here, and I was already hot enough.
When the doorbell rang, I felt wonderful. My head was light with booze and my pussy was frothy with cunt juice. I went to the door with my robe flowing behind me, completely exposed.
Tony stepped into the house and I was in his arms. "My darling, my darling, my darling," I moaned, our lips mashing together. We stood there kissing for a long time before I took his hand and said, "Let's go in the bedroom."
He was naked immediately and on top of me. "How long have we got?" he said.
"At least two hours," I said, guessing, not caring. "God, Tony, get it in-fuck me. I want you so bad."
I felt his wonderful cock open my cuntlips and then it was sliding in, smoothly and quickly. I moaned with pleasure. It was so big and hard and wonderful. At that moment, I wished Jerri would come walking in and see us. Tony is so good that I suddenly wanted to share him with her, to show her what a really great fuck is like. It would be a real kick to watch him spread her open and shove his cock up inside her. The thought made me tingle all over.
"God, Tony-good, so good. Keep doing it just like that. Ahhh, my darling, I love it so when you fuck me," I cried.
I could suddenly understand Jerri; she had discovered the joy of fucking already. She is a teenage slut-an easy fuck-an eager fuck. I thought of going out with her some night. We could go to a bar together-she looks old enough to pass in a bar-and we could get a little drunk and maybe, just maybe, pick up a couple men.
I started to come and I came back to reality. I was lying flat on my back, naked. My legs were spread out, my cunt was spread open by a big, hard cock, and I was coming. My belly heaved with the thrill of a cock-induced orgasm. I grunted, flopping my head from side to side. Jesus, it felt so good.
"Goddamn, Jan, you really come hard," Tony snorted. "Harder than anyone I've ever fucked."
"It's so good, darling-my darling. I love it when you fuck me like this and make come. Ahhh, it still feels good-keep fucking, honey!" I cried.
"I'm getting close too, honey. I want to come in your mouth-I want your sweet lips to finish me off."
"Yes, I think I'd like that," I sighed, my orgasm receding to a mellow glow in my legs and belly. It was a good feeling, satisfying and pleasant.
He pulled out and rolled onto his back. I sat up, looked at him and smiled, then went quickly down on him, nuzzling my nose and lips into his pubic hair. It was soft now, sticky and wet from the copious juices from my cunt.
I sucked at his hair while I cradled his balls in my hand; they were big and firm, pulled tight in their sac by his tremendous hard-on. I let the tips of my fingers slide lightly back through the hairy crack of his ass and while I played lightly in the deep crevice, brought my lips up the length of his cock. Reaching the straining tip, I puckered and pushed my lips down around the cockhead. He moaned with pleasure when I started sucking. I sucked for a moment, pulling the thin, syrupy cum from the hole, and then brought my hand back and gripped his cockshaft tightly. I jerked him off while I sucked. I managed to hold him off with my fist for a few moments, but not for long, because he heaved up and grunted, his thick, creamy cum spewing into my mouth. He had a terrific load. Wad after wad squirted out. I let the rich, wonderful stuff fill my mouth, and then pulled away, tilted back my head, and let it slide hotly down my gullet. I savored the burning sensation, wishing I had more.
I lay back down, my head on his thigh, and drew his cock back into my mouth, sucking gently, caressing the tender knob with my tongue. I held him like this for a long time, enjoying his cock even after it was completely soft. It was soft and weak because I had made it so, and I liked that. I would make it hard again, too-if not today, then tomorrow or the next day.
I let his cock fall from my mouth and moved up his body with my lips. When I reached his mouth, I whispered softly, "I love you, my darling Tony," and kissed him hard, pushing my tongue deep. At this moment, while he sucked at my tongue, I would have left Jack and run away with Tony, but I knew the feeling would pass after he left. Tony would want me exclusively, I knew, but Jack let me have other men.
"I don't want you to go, honey, but I'm afraid you'd better," I said, after our deep kiss.
"I don't want to leave, but I know I must. I don't want your husband to come home and catch me here and shoot me."
"He wouldn't do that."
"How do you know he wouldn't do that?"
"I just know he wouldn't," I said, knowing he would be too turned on to shoot anybody.
Jack and Joyce returned not fifteen minutes after Tony had left. I wanted him to make love to me the minute he got home, but he wouldn't-said Joyce would hear us. It upset me. I had another Scotch, took a hot bath, and masturbated. I had a come sliding the bar of soap back and forth against my clitty. It felt so good to hold my cunt lips open under the hot water and rub myself off with the hard soap. I wondered if I could ever get enough.
After dinner, Jack still wasn't up to it, but offered to go down on me. I spread out and naked on the bed, smoking a cigarette, while Jack kneeled at the foot and ate my cunt. The lights were on, the door was wide open, and someone watched; I know because I heard them. It was all very exciting and I had another orgasm.
Jack worked late on Tuesday, so I met Tony after dinner for a quickie and we had an absolutely glorious fuck in his car. We made a bridge date for Thursday night, a date where we no longer played bridge; we just made love. I loved Tony-his magnificent young body, his good mind, good looks, and most of all, his big, hard cock.
CHAPTER EIGHT
By Thursday night I was more than ready for a night out since Jack seemed to have lost interest in me. When he got home Tuesday night he was too tired, on Wednesday he wasn't in the mood, and when he arrived home Thursday, the first thing he mentioned was how tired he was. I told him I was playing bridge and to go to bed early and get a good night's sleep. I should have asked him who he was fucking, but I didn't.
When I arrived at the hotel, Tony was already there standing beside his car. It was already dark, and I got quickly out of the car and went around to him and threw my arms around his neck. "God, I love you so much, Tony," I sighed and kissed him.
"I love you, too, honey," he said after the kiss.
"I'm so hot for you and it's dark and I'm not wearing panties, do you want to fuck me right here standing up?" I said.
I then heard Vera's voice from the back seat of Tony's car. "Aren't you going to say hello?" she said.
"Oh, I didn't see you, Vera," I said to Vera. I whispered to Tony, "I didn't know she would be along."
"She has a guy with her," Tony said. "Do you want to go into the hotel and have a drink?"
"No, let's go someplace else," I said, sulkily.
I got in the car and Vera introduced me to Larry. He was a real stunner-young, handsome, and muscular. I sat next to the door smoking while Tony drove to a little bar at the edge of town. It was a dark little place that had dancing. Tony ordered a round and then I danced with him.
"I wish they weren't along," I said.
"Me, too, but we can ditch them after a couple of rounds. I couldn't get out of it. Vera insisted," he said.
Our drinks were waiting when we got back to the table and I quickly tossed mine down. We had a couple more and I sat very close to Tony, squeezing his cock under the table. I didn't miss the looks Larry kept giving me across the table. They had, I want to fuck you, written all over them. He was so open about it that it made me blush. God, he's a good-looking devil, I thought, feeling the heat in my cheeks-upper and lower.
It took almost an hour for me to loosen up and realize I was really having a good time. We'd put away quite a few drinks when Larry finally asked to dance with me. Tony and I had already danced several times, kissing and feeling each other up, and I was ready for the change.
Larry took me in his arms and pulled me close.
God, he's so strong and hard, I thought. He had to be ten or fifteen years younger than I.
"You look like one hot lady, Jan," he said.
"I am one hot lady," I said, and let him kiss me.
We danced very close and his hands slowly crept down my back until he was holding an ass cheek in each. "It feels like you're naked under that skirt," he said.
"I am," I said.
"I like that," he said.
"I never would have guessed," I said, feeling my skirt creep slowly up the backs of my thighs. "Don't pull my skirt so high, Larry. Someone will see."
"You don't really care if they do," he said.
"No, not really-but don't, anyway," I said.
I had my arms around his neck, my body pressed against his. I nuzzled his neck with my nose, kissed his cheek and then his ear. I felt hot and sticky between my legs.
"You know, of course, that Tony is in love with you," he said.
"Yes, I know."
"Are you in love with him?"
"Sometimes."
"How about now?"
"No, not right now."
We danced slowly, barely moving our feet. Larry was still feeling my ass, pressing me tight, and I felt his stiff cock against my thigh. I moved my leg back and forth against the hard thing. It felt nice and big. no
"That feels nice," I said. "Yeah," he said, "but I know where it would feel nicer."
"No. It would feel too fucking good there to be nice."
The music stopped and I pulled away and said, "We better go back to the table."
"Why?" he said.
"This is getting out of hand," I said, and headed back.
Tony and Vera were into a heavy discussion when I slid back into the booth. They stopped talking the instant I sat down.
Tony looked at me, shrugged. "We're having a little disagreement, nothing serious. Do you mind if I dance with Vera?" he said.
"She's your wife," I said.
"Well, we may be a little while."
I took his hand and kissed it. "Go ahead, darling; I don't mind."
Larry slid in beside me and said, "What's that all about?"
"They're having a family fight."
"Swell," he said, "let's have a drink."
"That's why I'm in a bar," I said.
Larry ordered drinks and then kissed me. He held me in his arms and kissed me for a long time. He was still kissing me when the drinks came; he had his hand under my skirt, too. I smiled at the waitress and let my legs move open under the table. I felt pretty tight and didn't care if we were in a public bar because his hand felt good on my cunt.
"That feels good," I whispered.
"I can make it feel a lot better, too," he said.
He pushed his finger into my cunt, but didn't leave it there. "You're good and wet," he said, and pushed back in.
"I get that way when I'm excited," I said, and tipped up my drink. I held it to my lips until it was empty.
He finger fucked me for a few moments, then spread my cuntlips and squeezed my clit. I almost jumped out of my skin. He kept after it until it was hard and I was tingling from head to toe.
"I'm going to play with you until you come," he said.
"Well, that won't be long."
"No, don't come too quick. Try to hold off." He kissed me again, his fingers busy between my legs. "Do you jack off much?" he asked.
"Not much," I said, "I like fucking better."
"It is better, but jacking off can be pretty terrific if you do it right. You might need it sometime when you can't get fucked."
"I don't often run into that problem."
"You might someday. I'll show you some things."
I leaned back and let him play. Goddamn, did he ever show me some things! It was like discovering jacking off for the first time. My mouth hung open, my eyes were glassy and I started bucking.
"Not yet," he said, and stopped.
I cooled off a little, my body screaming to come, and then he started in again. He had my clit standing out like a hard pea, bigger than ever.
"I wish I could bend down and suck it," he said, "Or better yet, shove my cock into you right now," he said.
"Yesssssss," I hissed, "fuck me right here!"
"We can't, so go ahead and come!" He pressed my clit hard.
I came violently, shuddering and almost starting to cry. It was so hard that it hurt.
"Oh God," I moaned, and slumped down in the seat.
"Don't pass out," he said.
"I won't-not before you fuck me, at least. I want you to fuck me, Larry. You sure earned it. God, where did you learn to jerk a girl off like that?"
"Practice, lots of practice. When I was a little kid, I jacked off my older sister all the time. She taught me how and had me do it to her every night. She enjoyed it more than fucking."
"I can see why," I said.
"Yeah, it can get to be a fetish. She's married now, has three kids, and still does it all the time. I'll bet she does it at least once every day, even on the days her old man fucks her. She still likes for me to do it to her. I go down on her more now, though. She likes that, too."
"God, Larry, you're getting me turned on again. Let's get out ... oh shit, here come Tony and Vera."
They didn't sit down. "Look, uh, Jan," Tony said sort of hangdog like, "Vera and I have had
... well, you might call it a reconciliation. We, well, hell, I can't make it easy, Jan; we decided to try not sleeping around anymore. I...."
I reached up and touched him. "It's okay, Tony. In fact, I think it's wonderful. Give Larry and me a lift to my car and I'll drive him home."
Tony seemed greatly relieved. Vera seemed smug, the fat bitch. I really felt sorry for Tony because I knew it wouldn't last long; Vera is a whore at heart-a fat, oversexed whore. I realized at that instant that I'm not much different-not really. I squeezed Larry's cock through his pants. It felt nice and big.
Larry and I necked in the back seat all the way back to the hotel. We got out without saying goodbye and Tony drove away.
"Where to?" I asked.
"Let's go to my place," Larry answered.
"Sounds wonderful." I handed him the car keys. "You drive-you know the way."
I sat against the door and smoked while he drove. I wanted to reach into his pants and get his prick out, but decided it was making me hotter just thinking about it. I imagined the feel of his hot, red knob forcing my cunt lips open and pushing up inside me. It really turned me on.
When we got there, he pulled me close and kissed me long and hard. "Goddamn, I really want you, baby," he said.
"Not as much as I want you," I said.
We got out and he caressed my ass under my skirt while he kissed me some more. I pushed my belly against him and said, "Let's go inside where we can get comfortable."
There was a light in the apartment when he opened the door. "Shit, Toby must be here," he said.
"Who's Toby?"
"My fucking roommate," he snorted.
A big guy was sitting on the couch with his feet on the coffee table. He wore a bathrobe and his legs were bare. He looked up from his book when we came in. His eyes widened when he saw me.
"Hi, Larry. Date fizzled out so I came home." He grinned weakly and said, "Sorry."
"It's okay. You didn't know I was coming back," Larry said with little conviction.
"I can go in the bedroom to read," he said, then grinned again-a dirty grin. "Or I can stay out here if you and the lady want to use the bedroom."
Larry shot him a look that could kill, yet chose to ignore the remark. "Toby, this is Janet Kelly," he said.
"Hi, Toby," I said. He was bigger than Larry, but not nearly as good looking. I wondered if his cock was bigger.
"Hi, Janet Kelly," Toby said, leering.
"Get your ass in the fucking bedroom," Larry growled.
"I'm going, I'm going," Toby said, jumping up from the couch. He was a lot bigger than Larry, but obviously not braver.
"Fucking sonofabitch," Larry snorted.
"Don't be mad, honey. I'm all cooled down-get me hot again."
Larry grinned. "I'll get us a drink first," he said.
He came back with two tall drinks and sat beside me on the couch. We clinked glasses, took a long pull, and then kissed.
"Turn me on, Larry. I want to be turned on," I hissed.
Larry started playing with me like he had in the bar.
"Not too much, honey; I don't want your fingers to bring me off this time-I wanna fuck," I said.
Larry was an obliging young man. He slowly undressed me, kissing each part of my body as it was uncovered. I was on fire by the time his lips pressed against my cunt.
"Ooooooh, darling, that feels divine, but I want you to fuck me," I said, pressing his head between my thighs. "Kiss it, kiss it ... then fuck me. Oh, shit-fuck me, Larry!"
He stood up and peeled off his pants and shorts. His cock stood straight out from his hairy crotch. I stared at the lovely thing, watched it jerk and throb, and finally reached out and grabbed it. I could feel the thick veins pulse against my palm. There was a drop of jizz hanging in the hole and I wiped it off with my thumb. He closed his eyes and let me slowly pull back and forth on his prick.
"Jesus, lady, you really know how to make it feel good," Larry said.
"God, Larry, it's beautiful. I want it so," I moaned, and leaned out and took the cockhead into my mouth. I sucked for only a few seconds-just long enough to clear away the strong, salty man-taste that I love so much. Then I let it go and lay back on the couch.
"Fuck me, darling-I have to have it between my legs. Push it all the way into my cunt and fuck me," I moaned.
Larry came down on top of me and I gasped with utter delight when I felt the big knob push up inside me.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, Larry. Make me come, darling. I love it, I love it!" I cried.
"You bitch, you hot bitch," Larry snorted, "I knew you'd be good the minute I laid eyes on you."
I drew my knees up and pressed my thighs against his hips to make it tight.
"I won't last long like this," he said, lunging into me with a wild fury.
"Yes, yes, you bastard-it's okay," I hissed. "I'm almost there, honey. Fuck me, fuck me! Go ahead and come inside me-fill me up ... oh, darling, I'm coming!"
I brought my legs up and wrapped them over his back, locking my ankles, bucking up with every stroke he made. I was coming so hard that I didn't feel Larry's cum spurt into me, but I knew he was coming, too. He jerked stiffly and gasped for breath, his prick brick-hard and stuffed in me to the hilt. I held him in tight with my legs to prolong my orgasm.
My head lolled to one side and I saw Toby Standing by the coffee table, watching. His robe hung open and his cock was in his hand. He had a huge cock and stood stroking it slowly. I tried to call out to him not to come because I wanted his cock, too, but nothing came from my mouth. I was coming so hard that I could only gasp.
He came around the coffee table, his cock still in his hand, and still long and hard. It was inches from my face.
"You ... you didn't come?" I said, and let my legs fall from Larry's back.
"What do you think, baby?" he said, and slid the sticky-wet cockhead across my cheek and lips.
Larry raised up, his cock sliding from my sheath, and gasped, "Jesus, what a fuck-what a terrific fuck!" He got up and sat on the edge of the coffee table.
"You wanna suck it, baby?" Toby said, pressing the cockhead against my lips.
"No ... fuck me, fuck me," I gasped.
I glanced at Larry to see what he would do, but he wasn't even looking.
"Don't worry about him, hot pants. Larry doesn't mind if I fuck his broads after he's finished," Toby said, getting between my legs.
"How did you know I wouldn't mind?" I said.
"It was obvious, lady. I knew you were an easy fuck the minute you walked in here."
"Does it show?"
"Lady, it shows. Like neon lights." He slid into my cunt and had it buried all the way before I could say another word. It almost took my breath away because he was so much larger than Larry.
"Oh, oh, fuck me big guy," I cried.
He held his body up over mine and slammed his cock in and out.
"Oh, shit, that feels nice," I sighed. "Did you really think I'd let you fuck me when I walked in on Larry's arm?"
"Shit, baby-you're a fuck, an easy fuck. You look like a fuck. Your smile, your eyes said, 'Fuck me, Toby, I want you to fuck me.' Goddamn, you're tight."
I thrilled at his words. I tightened my cunt around him-held him, sucked him. I was really going to make him come good. I lost control then because I was suddenly on the verge of coming again. I opened my thighs wide and let him go all the way in, all the way to his balls. I could feel them against my ass.
"Sweet shit!" he bellowed and started squirting his cum into my already soaked pussy.
I was coming, too-coming hard-and quivered excitedly under the big man. I relaxed then, and let him milk himself out in my cunt. Each stroke of his big cock sent a shiver up my spine.
After he got off, I lay with my eyes closed, feeling good all over. I was glad Tony had made up with his wife; it meant I got two fucks instead of one. I felt well-fucked and happy, my body still tingling from my marvelous orgasm.
Larry brought me a drink so I sat up. I could feel the cum between my legs, all thick and sticky, and I squeezed my thighs together to keep the jizz from leaking all over the couch. Larry suggested a toast to promiscuity, and I promptly drained my glass. Larry quickly got me another.
The three of us sat naked on the couch, drinking and necking. I don't know why it seemed more exciting to have two men fondle me, but it did. I enjoyed having a cock in each hand, too, even if they were soft at first.
The booze got to me and I don't remember too much after that. I do know that I sucked both their cocks and that Larry came in my mouth. I drank his sweet jizz and wanted Toby's, too, but Toby stopped me before he came and fucked me again.
When I got home, it was very late and I was very drunk. Jack was sound asleep. I snuggled up to him and wondered how he could sleep so soundly when I wanted him to fuck me. It would have been perfect for him to have me after what I had done.
I wondered if he really was so stupid that he didn't know what I was doing. No one could be that dumb; he had to know. It excited me to think that he knew I was out getting fucked and still wouldn't say anything. He had to be fucking someone else, too. I rolled onto my back and imagined Jack fucking another woman. It excited me and I wished that he would bring someone home and let me watch him fuck her. . I let my hand slide between my legs and I realized just how messy I was down there. I was full of cum. I'd had a wonderful night-simply wonderful.
CHAPTER NINE
I awakened the next day with a terrible hangover, the worst I'd ever had. It was so bad that I spent most of the day in bed and still felt sick when Jack came home from work. I told him I had the flu. It was Saturday morning before I felt well again, and I made a resolution not to drink so much. In fact, I decided to give it up completely for a while. I certainly didn't need it to dissolve my inhibitions; I no longer had any.
We all got up and had a family breakfast, but the unity didn't last long-Jack left to play golf, John and Jerri had plans with friends, and Joyce had dance lessons. I was left alone with a mess of dirty dishes and a stale cup of coffee, which I threw out.
Over fresh coffee, I got to thinking about Thursday night and what a really marvelous time I'd had with those two men. I was horny in no time and decided to jerk off with the new knowledge Larry had given me. I went into the bedroom, got naked, and took the envelope of pictures from Jack's drawer. I sifted through and took out the ones with me and Frank Smith. I checked to make sure I had all the good ones when I noticed another, smaller envelope. I was sure I'd already looked at all the ones he'd taken of me and opened the envelope and viewed its contents. My reaction was first surprise, then shock, then excitement.
They were pictures of Joyce, our eldest. Not Jerri, the wild one, but Joyce. Once again, quite by accident, like finding his girlfriend's panties under the car seat, I discovered what Jack was up to. Pictures of his own daughter! Lewd pictures!
He had them arranged in order, the first with her clothed and her dress lifted to reveal very nice legs. Next with her dress high enough to show her panties. Then without panties, and I noted she had quite a bit of pussy hair. Then with blouse open, showing a well-stuffed bra. Then without bra. Nice titties-very nice. They moved on then, to various completely nude poses. Spread shots came next and finally there was Joyce playing with herself. She certainly looked turned on enough, lying there with her finger in her cunt. I should have been angry, but I was turned on instead.
I spread them out on the bed and started playing with myself. So that's what's bugging him-guilt! I thought. He'd acted strange all week. I wondered if he'd fucked her yet. Probably.
I found my clit and worked on it like Larry had done. It protruded and was as hard as a marble. I had a hard-on and started jacking it off. It stuck out a lot farther than it used to, and got a lot harder, and made me hot a lot quicker. I rolled onto my back, my legs in the air, and started coming. ."Come! Come! Come!" I screamed. "Oh, God, I love to come!!" I rubbed the little clit until it hurt, and then shoved three fingers into my cunt as far as they would go. I lay gasping, the wonderful feeling already subsiding. It was too fleeting. I wanted it to last all day long.
Afterwards, with my sexual appetite temporarily satisfied, I wasn't so sure how I felt about Jack taking dirty pictures of our daughter. Did he show them to his buddies at work like he did the ones of me? Had he fucked her? Was he going to share her with other men? These were all questions that I wanted answers for. I arranged the pictures the way I had found them and put them back.
I was dressed and had the kitchen cleaned up when Joyce got back from her lessons. "Hi, Mom," she said sweetly, as if she hadn't been up to anything.
"Hi, honey," I said.
Joyce and I were eating lunch when Jack returned from golf. I watched him stroke her hair and smile down at her. A little scheme hatched in my head.
"Our other two won't be back until tonight and I have some shopping to do. I won't be back for a couple of hours-maybe three. You and Joyce will have to amuse yourselves until I get back," I said.
"Fine," Jack said, "I have some odd jobs I need to get at, anyway. Don't stay too long, hon, I'm playing poker with Chuck Stern and some guys tonight. Remember?"
"Oh, I had forgotten. Glad you mentioned it," I said.
I left the house, drove the car a block away, and parked. I sat nervously smoking for thirty minutes, plenty of time for them to get started, and then walked back to the house. I used the back door and was very quiet. The house was quiet, too. I checked the kitchen and front room, both empty, and then went silently down the hall to our bedroom. The bedroom wasn't empty, and it wasn't as quiet as the rest of the house. The door was ajar and I could hear them in there together.
"Oh, Daddy, my darling-so good ... so very fucking good!" came Joyce's voice.
I stepped up and peeked in.
The bastard was fucking her-he was fucking our daughter. They were both naked and she was flat on her back and my husband was on top of her, his cock deep in her young pussy. They were in our bed, and they were fucking.
I leaned heavily against the wall, not sure I could handle it. I didn't know what to do; my husband was fucking my daughter-fucking his daughter-his own daughter. It somehow seemed so much dirtier than when I had let John fuck me. It wasn't, though-of this I had to convince myself. I looked in again. She had her arms around him and they were kissing while they fucked. I was too confused to be really turned on, yet it was exciting to watch them; I'd never seen Jack fuck anyone before.
"Oh, oh Daddy!" Joyce cried.
"I'm about to come, honey," Jack said.
"Me, too. Go ahead, I'm coming. OH! Fuck a duck, am I ever!" she screamed. "Feels so good, Daddy-feels so good!"
I could tell from the way they were going that they were both coming, and it made me jealous. I had my hand on the door, ready to burst in, when I thought better of it and got the hell out of the house.
I went back to the car and smoked for another half hour, then went to a bar and had a couple of very stiff drinks. I felt better then, and went home.
I fixed supper as if nothing had happened. After we had finished eating, I was waiting for the right moment to confront Jack with the pictures of Joyce. He asked me to drive him to the poker game.
"Why, can't you drive?" I asked.
"Sure, but I might get drunk and not be able to drive home. I kind of feel like getting drunk," he said.
"How will you get home?"
"Oh, one of the other guys can give me a lift."
"What if they all get drunk?"
"I'll call you to come and get me."
"I might not be home."
"Sure you will," he said. I drove him to Chuck Stern's house in silence. Before he got out, he said, "What's bugging you?"
"Nothing," I said.
He shrugged and got out of the car. I didn't even wait for him to go into the house before I pulled away.
After I got home, I felt at loose ends-all keyed up. I had wanted to confront Jack and felt thwarted. Joyce was in her room, reading. I felt like confronting her, too, but decided against it-not before talking to Jack, anyway. I went to the bar and took a shot of whiskey. It tumbled wildly in my stomach for a moment and then settled down. I took another and felt a good, warm glow in my belly. I knew I had sworn off, but I needed it.
It was then, after the second whiskey, when I decided to go out; after all, Jack was out having his fun.
I took a warm shower and was standing in front of the bathroom mirror putting on lipstick when John appeared at the open door. I was startled at first because all I had on was heels and a pair of panties. I gained my composure quickly, though, realizing he had seen me in less.
"Hi, Mom," he said. "Where's Dad?"
"He's out playing poker. You're home early."
"Yeah. Nothing going on."
"Well, you're young, John, you should be home by now, anyway," I said, and returned to applying my lipstick.
"Gee, you look great standing there like that."
I actually blushed, and looked at him and smiled. "Come here and kiss me, darling," I said.
I bent down and let him kiss my mouth. His tongue moved into my mouth, and while we held the kiss, I let him feel my tits. The nipples came up fast.
"God, honey, that feels nice," I hissed.
"Mom, it's been too long," he said.
"That's not my fault," I snapped. Then I whispered, "Kiss them-kiss my tits, John."
His mouth went eagerly to one nipple, sucked and nipped for a minute, and then went to the other.
"Nice, darling-so nice," I moaned, holding his head. "You have a good mouth, John."
My belly churned with excitement as he went from one nipple to the other. When they were both completely erect, he slid his tongue down to the soft undersides of my tits, kissing and licking them expertly before moving slowly down to my bellybutton. God, Jerri had really taught him a lot; his mouth was marvelous-simply marvelous. He dropped to his knees and moved on down to the top of my little panties, skipped past them, and laid wet kisses up and down my thighs. He spread my thighs with his hands so he could give lip service to the insides. Shivers ran up my spine. He crept his mouth up slowly until he was at the crotch of my panties.
"Yes, darling, yes," I hissed. He started to pull the band to the side, but I reached down and pushed his hand away, crying, "Not yet, baby-kiss me through my panties first. Ahhhhh, yes-yes, like that! Kiss, kiss-suck-make them wet. Oooooh, my darling!"
I smoothed his hair while he caressed me with his lips. He kissed and sucked, drawing the crotch band into his mouth until I could wait no longer.
"Now, John, now, pull them down and suck my cunt," I hissed.
My panties came down to my ankles and I quickly stepped free and stood with my feet apart. His fingers spread my cunt lips and his tongue found my pussy hole. He tongue fucked me until I was gasping, and then he grasped my extended clit with his teeth, not hard, but firmly enough to send me spinning into a wild orgasm. He pulled at my button with his lips and teeth while I gasped in ecstasy, spasm after spasm of bliss driving me wild.
"Oh, my darling, my darling-don't stop-not yet ... make me come a little more!" I gasped.
He didn't stop, and I did come some more. He kept after me until my clit and cunt burned and I had to push him away. I stood leaning against the sink for support, my legs all but giving away completely. The little boy who was my son and lover looked up and smiled at me.
"Did I make it good for you, Mother?" he asked.
"Oh, God, more than good, John-it was perfect-marvelous-exquisite," I gasped. "Push your pants down and sit on the John; I want to make you feel good, too."
He did as he was told, his cock pointing straight out from his furry bush of new, soft hair. I went to the floor in front of him. I took his prick in my fingers and said, "Oh, John, it's getting bigger. You're going to have a wonderful prick. Have you fucked anyone besides Jerri and I?"
"No, Mom, just you and Jerri," he said.
"You must-you must. Oh, John, I want you to fuck every girl you can-you'll enjoy it so. And with your knowledge, you'll make them happy, too. I want you to fuck me, but I want to suck you more. I want to suck your cock and make you feel wonderful and then take your come in my mouth. Oh, darling, I want it so."
I opened my mouth and buried my face in his crotch. I sucked his cock like I've never sucked before, nuzzling his balls with my fingertips and burying my finger to its depth in his asshole.
"Oh, Mom, that feels so good," he cried.
I slowly moved my finger in and out of his asshole while I sucked. I took his cock in until the tip was in my throat. He had grown quite a bit and was now a nice mouthful. I slowed my pace, wanting him to last, knowing he couldn't. When he shuddered and jerked and started coming, I had my finger to the knuckle in his ass and his cockhead in my throat. I felt it squirt, wet and slippery, down my gullet. He still didn't have a lot, but it was more than in the past.
I milked him until he could stand no more and then fell back on my haunches. His cock was still hard, but he was drained. I wiped my lips and smiled at my darling boy.
"I hope you liked it, John," I said, "because I certainly did."
"I loved it," he said. "Gee, Mom, you're so good at it. It was the best ever."
"Am I as good as Jerri?"
He flushed. "Oh, yeah, Mom, but Jerri's good, too."
"Yes, I imagine she is. And Joyce?"
"Nah, not Joyce. She wouldn't do such a thing. She's a fucking prude, Mom."
I smiled inside. Yeah, a fucking prude who fucks with her own father-probably sucks his cock, too.
"I really am tired, Mom. I think I'll go to bed," John said.
"Yes, darling, go on to bed." I looked at my watch; it was almost eleven. "Yes, it's later than I thought," I said.
He left me then. I was still high on sex even though I'd had a wonderful come, and wanted to get fucked and fucked some more. I looked at my watch again and decided it wasn't too late to go out since Jack would probably be quite late. I went to the bar and had a stiff drink to help me decide.
I was pouring another when the phone rang. It was Jack. "Hi, hon," he said, "can you come and get me?"
"Already? It's only eleven o'clock," I snorted, and tossed down another shot.
"I don't feel like poker tonight. Come and get me.
"Can't one of the other men give you a lift?"
"They're not ready to quit," he said.
"Oh, all right," I said, and banged down the phone. "Shit, shit, shit!" I cried, charging for the bedroom.
I hesitated putting on underwear, since I was naked except for my heels, and finally put on a skirt and blouse. It felt good to be nearly naked. I went to the bar and had another shot and felt better-mellower, anyway-maybe even a little drunk. I liked the feeling.
I pulled into Chuck's driveway and honked. I sat tapping my fingers on the wheel. If Jack had drunk enough, he might go right to sleep and I could slip out for a while. I honked again. He finally came out and stopped on the driver's side. I angrily rolled down the window.
"Go around and get in. I can drive," I snapped.
"Why don't you come in for a minute and meet the guys," he said.
"Oh, get in. I'm tired, and want to go home to bed."
"Don't be an ass. They'd like to meet you."
"Is Elsie home?"
"No. She's spending the night with her sister."
"Do I know any of them besides Chuck?"
"One. Fred Bates, he's a deacon in the church. One's a guy from work you never met and the other two are cronies of Chuck's."
He had a funny look on his face. "You're drunk," I said.
"A little-not bad," he said.
"Have any of them besides Chuck seen the pictures of me naked?"
"Well, uh...." he stammered, looking at the ground. "Yeah, all of them."
"And you expect me to go in there and meet them?"
"Aw fuck, Janet, you don't care and you know it, he said angrily, and jerked open the door. "Now come on, goddammit. We won't stay long."
I got out slowly, trying to act reluctant even though I tingled with anticipation.
"When did they see them? The pictures," I said.
"Tonight. They're in my pocket," he snorted and slammed the car door.
"You're a rotten sonofabitch, Jack," I said.
"Yeah," he said, and pulled me close. He kissed me, running his hand up and down my back. Feeling no bra strap, he moved his hand around to my tits. "Jesus, no bra," he said.
"No, nothing. I'm naked under my skirt and blouse."
"Christ, baby, you're the most," he said, and let his hand come up under my skirt. "You got the best body of any broad in the whole world." He nuzzled my pussy with his fingers, the tips sliding back and forth in the deep furrow.
"Do you like my cunt?" I said, pressing down on his hand.
"Oh, God!" he said, one finger nudging inside.
"Let's go on in, or do you want to fuck me out here on the grass?"
"I might fuck you in there in front of those guys."
I giggled. "I dare you."
"Don't dare me unless you want me to."
"I dare you," I said again.
"Let's go in and have a drink."
I took Jack's hand and let him lead me in. I was inwardly trembling. Five men, all of whom had just been looking at pictures of me naked. I wondered if Jack had brought the ones with Frank Smith.
The house was filled with smoke. Jack led me into the family room where five men sat around a card table. They were all looking at me.
"Hi," I said timidly.
Chuck Stern jumped up and came over. "Hi, Jan. Goddamn, it's nice to see you," he said, and kissed me on the cheek.
I had never seen Chuck drunk before, and he was feeling no pain now. "Hi, Chuck," I said, and brought my lips to his. The kiss was brief, but he got my message. "Introduce me to your guests and then get me a drink," I said.
Chuck introduced them and I gave them each a sexy little look. Fred Bates, the deacon in our church, was really looped, and grinned stupidly. "Hi, Janice," he said.
I went to where he sat. "Hi, Freddie. Gee, last time I saw you was a couple of weeks ago in church. You were taking the collection. Remember?"
"Yes, I remember," Fred said.
"Oh, Freddie, you didn't even know I was there."
"I sure did. I always notice you, Janet." He grinned drunkenly, his eyes glassy. He was a homely little guy, bald and with a generous paunch. I barely knew him, really.
"You're sweet," I said, and bent over and kissed the top of his bald head. He reached for me, but before he could touch me I swirled away. "Where's my drink, Chuck?" I said.
Chuck brought me a tall glass and I sat on the couch and crossed my legs, showing a goodly portion of my bare thighs. Every man ogled me hungrily. I gave a little shiver, the thrill of anticipation racing up my spine. Five new men wanting me, and my husband to watch-God, was I ever going to enjoy this.
There was a certain amount of small talk while I finished my drink and had another. They were strong drinks, and I was quickly quite drunk.
Chuck had seated himself beside me, and I suddenly noticed his hand high on my leg, edging slowly under my rising skirt. I didn't mind, really, but I pushed his hand away, wondering how long he had been feeling my leg. I looked up and saw Jack seated right across from the couch, watching. He grinned and nodded, his hand gently rubbing his crotch. I knew what he wanted and nodded back.
Chuck's hand was back on my thigh. "You're brave, Chuck, taking liberties like that with my husband watching," I said.
Chuck, always something of a coward, shot a glance at Jack. He saw my husband smiling and his hand slid higher. "He doesn't mind, Janet ... do you?" Chuck said.
"Of course I mind," I said, but left his hand on my thigh. It moved higher, pushing my skirt up as it went. The men leered, watching my charms come slowly into view. I looked at fat little Freddie. He was perspiring, his round face red, and he was openly rubbing his crotch.
"Take it out, Freddie," I said.
"Wha ... what, I, oh," he stammered.
"Take your cock out. Let me see it."
His face flushed redder, but he still gripped his crotch.
"Reel it out, Freddie," one of the men-Pat, I think-said. "I bet she'll suck it for you."
Chuck reached my crotch then. "Jesus, you're naked under your skirt," he said.
"Of course, Chuck. I never wear pants when I want to get a fuck," I said, and jumped up. I went to Freddie and kneeled in front of him. "Take it out, honey. I'll suck it for you. I really will."
He was too dumbfounded to move so I pushed his hand aside and unzipped him. I reached in and pulled out his prick. It wasn't big and it wasn't small, but it was beautiful-a nice, old-fashioned, uncircumcised cock. It was good and hard. "Oh, Freddie, Freddie," I moaned, and pushed it slowly between my puckered lips. It was slick and wet and delicious.
I seemed to slip away from reality for a moment, lost in the pleasure of sucking this funny little man's prick, but I was brought back when I felt someone close behind me. My skirt was up on my back and a cock was sliding back and forth between my ass cheeks. I moaned around the cock in my mouth and reached back with one hand to guide it into the right hole. It had no sooner entered me before I felt Freddie stiffen; his sticky jism spurted into my mouth. I cupped his balls and sucked him out good, the cock from behind now deep in my twitching cunt. It wasn't to be there for long, because he was soon coming, too.
I found out later that they had cut cards to see who got me first. I wouldn't have minded that if it had happened after the party was started, and everyone had known why I was there. But it happened before I even came into the house. I guess it was only natural, since Jack had already told them that they could all fuck me.
After Freddie and the man from behind had come, I wound up on my back on the floor. The next one was on top of me. I could tell he wouldn't last long, either, and hunched up hard to meet each thrust. I glanced over at Jack and saw he had his hard cock out, and was slowly pulling on it. I came then-my first of many. The guy pounding into me came, too.
Number three was good and lasted a little longer. His cock was nice and big and he brought me off. After he brought me off, I sat up and took his sweet cum into my mouth. He really came a lot, squirting wad after wad of hot jizz between my sucking lips.
Chuck was next-Jack had said how unlucky he was at cards. I got up and took his hand. "Let's go in the bedroom and do it," I said.
We went into the bedroom and undressed and lay naked on the bed. We kissed for a long time, not caring where my mouth had been.
"Oh, Chuck, darling, love me good. Fuck me now. I've wanted you to fuck me for a long time," I moaned.
I was spread out, and he pushed in slowly. It felt so good and was so much nicer on a bed.
I don't know just when Jack came in, but when I turned my head and saw him, he kneeled beside the bed and kissed me.
"Jan, Jan, I love you so much," he said.
"Do you-do you really?" I said. It turned me on so to have him there kissing me while another had his cock up my pussy.
"Yes, really," he said. "Will you suck my cock while Chuck fucks you?"
"Of course," I said.
With my head turned to the side, I sucked my husband's cock while Chuck fucked. I think I came twice before either of them shot off. Chuck came before Jack and milked his long cock into my cunt. Jack was close behind and did the same into my mouth. Afterwards, I lay between them and sucked first one cock and then the other, even though both were soft.
I could have closed my eyes and gone to sleep right there, but Freddie still hadn't fucked me, and I wanted all five. I went back to the den and found him sitting in the same spot. He was holding his cock in his hand; it wasn't hard, but it wasn't soft, either. I got his pants and shorts down to his ankles and sat on his lap. I faced him, a leg on each side, and pointed his cock up between us and it rested nicely in my soft pussy hair.
"Oh, God, Janet," he moaned, "you're so beautiful. I've wanted to hold you and kiss you and fuck you for so long."
"Do it now, darling, do it now," I whispered.
His arms were around me and he was kissing me. We necked for a long time and his cock slowly grew. When he was hard enough, I raised up and inserted his cock all the way in my hungry cunt.
"Oh, God-God-so good. I've loved you from afar for such a long time, Janet," he cried.
"Have you really?"
"Yes, yes. I've watched you in church, wanting you so much that when it was time for the collection, I was afraid my hard-on would show when I got up."
"You darling-you sweet, wonderful darling," I moaned, kissing him hard, fucking him slowly, expertly.
"Oh, God, that's good. I wish that sometime ... just you and me ... we could...." he gasped.
"Yes, yes-anytime you say. We can go to a motel, or your house if your wife is gone, or my house when Jack is gone. Oh, Fred, darling, you feel so good-your cock is so nice in there. Fuck me, honey-fuck me slow-don't come for a long, long time." I rested my head on his shoulder, kissing his neck, his ear, his cheek.
We went like this for a long time, my ass rising and falling, up from his lap, back down. Finally he gasped, panted frantically for breath and spilled his cum into my gooey cunt. I came, too.
He was completely spent, and almost gone with booze, but still managed to murmur, "You won't forget, will you, Janet ... just you and me, just the two of us."
"I won't forget, darling, I promise. Call me next week and we'll make a definite date. I want you again, Freddie. I want you alone." I did, too.
The two guys who fucked me first both had hard-ons again and were ready for another fuck. They were both drunk and didn't care how used I was by this time. I took them into the bedroom one at a time and gave each a good ride.
I was pretty well wiped out by this time and ready to go home, but Chuck and the man who had fucked me third decided I had to suck them off before I went. I sat on the floor in front of the couch and sucked them off. I moved back and forth, sucking first one and then the other. It was kind of a kick. Chuck came first, spilling a pretty good load for his second time, which only whetted my appetite for the next. I sucked and fondled the man's balls until he grunted, calling me several filthy names, and squirted my reward into my waiting mouth. I sucked until I was sure he had nothing left and swallowed the thick cum I had collected in my mouth.
Jack had seemed to sober a little, but said he was still too drunk to drive. I drove, even though I was blind drunk.
Jack lit a cigarette and slouched down in the seat. "God, Janet, you fucked them all-every one of them," he said.
"Yeah," I said. "I sure did. In fact, I fucked two of them twice and sucked four cocks until they came, including yours."
"Jesus," he said, and sank deeper in the seat. "Did you enjoy it?" he added softly.
"Yes, I enjoyed it. Wasn't I supposed to?" He didn't answer. "You sure as fuck seemed to be enjoying it while you sat and watched and pulled on your cock. You enjoyed it when I sucked you off, too."
The car was silent the rest of the way home. When we got there, Jack stripped off his clothes and got into bed naked. He faced away from me.
"I don't know what the hell you're mad about-tonight was your idea, not mine," I said.
"I'm not mad," he muttered.
"The hell you're not. Tell me something, Jack dear. You had tonight all planned-that's why you had me drive you. Isn't that right?"
"Yeah," he said, "I guess I did."
"And I know why," I said, and went to the dresser and took out the packet of pictures of Joyce and tossed them onto the bed.
"Wha ... what's that?" he said, sitting up.
"You know damn well, Jack Kelly. You feel guilty, so you set me up for an orgy."
"I don't know what you're talking about. You're drunk."
I opened the packet and fanned the pictures out in front of him. "You took these. Right?"
He wet his lips with his tongue, and finally said, "Yes."
"Have you fucked her?" He looked away, then got up.
"I have to pee," he said.
"Don't avoid me. Have you fucked her?" I screeched.
He turned back, his face red. "Yes, goddammit, I fucked her," he yelled.
"I knew it. It's why you want me to fuck other men. So you won't feel so guilty."
"Not completely," he said, and sat back down. "It turns me on to see another man fuck you. I brought Frank Smith home to fuck you long before I got into Joyce."
I sat on the floor by the bed and took his cock in my hand. "It would turn me on to see you fuck another woman."
"Goddamn, and I thought you'd be mad, especially about Joyce."
"I want to watch you fuck Joyce, too." I didn't see any point in telling him I already had.
"You really did enjoy tonight?"
"Yes, I really did. Maybe we could do it again."
"We can have it here next time," Jack said enthusiastically.
"With different men," I said.
"Yeah, and maybe another woman," Jack said.
"Better than that-we could include Joyce."
Jack looked shocked. "I don't think Joyce is ready for anything like that, honey. She's still pretty shy."
"Jerri isn't shy," I said.
"Jerri? She's too young."
"She's been fucking for quite a while, and quite a lot. Don't ask how I know-I just know."
"Have our own daughter at an orgy, and let guys fuck her?"
"Why not? Guys are already fucking her," I said.
"God, you're getting callous, Jan. I just couldn't do it."
"You let them fuck me, and I'm your wife. You could have two tables of poker and both Joyce and Jerri could join in. It sounds rather exciting to me."
"I don't know, Jan-maybe. You're really sure that Jerri is active sexually?"
"Active is an understatement. She is fucking regularly. She...."
"She what?"
"Uh, and she enjoys it, too." I had almost told him that she was even fucking his young son. I decided to wait a bit on that. I was definitely going to wait before telling him I was fucking John, too.
His cock was resting in my palm, still fairly soft. "Do you want me to suck it? You could use one more good come. Make you sleep."
"I have to pee, remember? And it's getting urgent," he said.
"Well, go ahead. I don't mind," I said, and took his soft prick deep in my mouth.
"Aw, Jan ... no," he whined-then, "Aw, shit." He relaxed and let it go.
His warm piss filled my mouth. I swallowed. God, it was so exciting.
CHAPTER TEN
I awakened the next morning feeling better than I had expected, no headache at all, only a bitter taste in my mouth. I got up, realizing once I was on my feet that I was kind of woozy. I slid into my furry slippers, went to the kitchen and put on the coffee-then to the bathroom for the mouthwash. It was still early-the kids weren't up yet-so I took a quick, hot bath. By the time I got back to the kitchen the coffee was done. I splashed a shot of brandy in the cup and then filled it with coffee.
I was lifting the cup to my lips when Joyce came into the kitchen. She stopped short, her mouth open. "Uh, hi, Mom. You're up early," she said.
I remembered then that save my furry slippers, I was naked. "I needed a cup of coffee, fast," I said. "Your father and I hung one on last night. Both of us got pretty drunk." I gave the cup of brew a blow and put it to my lips. "Aw, fuck, that really hits the spot," I said.
Joyce's eyebrows arched. "Really, Mother," she said acidly.
"Really, Joyce, don't act so fucking innocent," I said. I got another cup, poured in coffee, and laced it with brandy. "Take this in to your daddy. He really got looped last night and I imagine he needs it."
She took the cup, gave me a haughty look, and flounced from the kitchen. She really wasn't any more decent than I; I could clearly see the dark area of her sprouting pubic bush and her fat little tits through her thin pajamas.
I had a smoke and finished my cup of coffee, then topped it with a quick, belly-warming snort from the brandy bottle. It warmed marvelously in my tummy, bringing back some of the exquisite glow from last night. I brought the bottle back to my lips. I had a feeling strange things were going to happen and I wanted to be a little drunk.
I went silently down the hall to our bedroom door and peeked in, my cunt tingling with anticipation. God, it was going better than I had hoped for. Jack was lying on the bed naked. Joyce was sitting beside him, and they were kissing. One of Jack's hands held his cup of coffee, and the other was against the back of Joyce's head, pressing their faces together. One of Joyce's hands held Jack's rigid cock; the other I couldn't see. They broke and Jack finished his coffee. He put the cup on the headboard while Joyce stroked his cock.
"God, baby, you do it so good," Jack moaned, his hand sliding inside her pajamas.
I turned from the thrilling sight and went quickly to Jerri's room. She sat up, her eyes wide with surprise. John was in her bed, but he slept soundly.
"Mother, I...." Jerri gasped.
"Don't fret, Jerri, I know all about you and John," I said. "Come with me." I took her hand and led her down the hall. She was as naked as I. I shushed her gasp when she looked into the bedroom.
The tops of Joyce's pajamas were on the floor and Jack was sucking one of her tits. Joyce had her eyes closed, a look of extreme pleasure on her face; she was slowly stroking his cock, too.
"Oh, Mother, Mother," Jerri hissed.
I closed my hand gently over her mouth. "Shhhhh, darling," I whispered, "just watch." I was standing behind her and put my free arm around her waist. I slid my hand up and cupped first one tit and then the other, giving each nipple a rub with my thumb, and then went back down across her belly. I dipped my hand between her legs. Her cunt was wet and I let a finger slide up into her.
"Mother, what are you doing?" she cried against my palm, and then was kissing my hand softly.
"Just relax, darling-enjoy. I want you good and hot when I send you in to Daddy," I said.
"I ... I...." Jerri stammered.
"Just relax, baby. If he can fuck Joyce, there's no reason why he can't fuck you." I was slowly fingerfucking her now, my finger going in all the way.
Jerri turned to face me, careful to keep my finger in her cunt, and kissed me on the mouth, hard and long, with her tongue. "I made love with a girl at school, Mother, and I loved it. It would have to be better with you." She let her hand glide between my legs and cupped my puffy cunt lips. "I want to suck your cunt, Mother," she said.
"Ooooh, God, Jerri, I want you to-how I want you to! But I want you to go in and be with your father first."
"All right," she said, and slid off my probing finger. She turned and went into the bedroom.
Both Jack and Joyce looked up and saw her, their mouths open.
Jerri went straight to the bed and brushed Joyce's hand away from her father's prick. "It's my turn, Daddy," she said, and bent over his crotch. She blew hot breath over the dome of his cock and then slowly lowered her mouth down over the throbbing cockhead. Joyce was still wide-eyed, but Jack smiled, put his hand on Jerri's head, and hunched up, pushing his huge cock deep into her mouth.
I watched for a moment and then went to Jerri's room and got into bed with John. He was naked and rolled over, wide awake, when I touched him.
"Where did you take Jerri?" he asked.
"I thought you were asleep."
"No, I was just pretending. I was afraid you were mad because we were in bed together."
"I'm not mad, darling. I'm very happy. I took Jerri to your father."
"Oh, Mom, why?" he cried.
"Are you hard?" I said, and reached to his crotch. "Oh, God, honey-you sure are." I pulled him on top of me. "I took her to our bedroom so Daddy could fuck her."
"Mother ... really?"
"Yes, really. Now fuck me. Put it in, but don't come. I have a surprise for you."
His cock was at my cunt and went in easily, deeply. I moaned and held him tightly in place with my legs.
"Don't move, honey-just keep it in there. It feels so wonderful. Your cock is getting bigger all the time, John. You're going to have a big cock when you're grown. It will need lots of exercise so it will keep growing. We'll give it lots of exercise-all three of us."
"Three?" John said.
"Yes. Joyce, Jerri, and me."
"Joyce!" He tried to rise, but I held him tight, my legs clamped around his back.
"Yes, Joyce. You were wrong, honey; she isn't a prude. Her father has fucked her. Would you like to fuck her?"
"Oh, God, Mom ... yes, yes! She's so beautiful, Mom."
I let my legs fall away. "I want you to fuck me, darling-fuck me hard and fast and come inside me-but it will have to wait for another time. It's Joyce's turn to find out what a fine cock you have. Let's go in the other bedroom."
John was out of me and on his feet in an instant, his fine, prick standing straight out from his flat little belly. I got up and we went hand in hand to the bedroom.
Jack was fucking Jerri-her legs were wide apart and his big cock slid wetly in and out. Jerri had her arms around her father and they were kissing. Joyce sat on the bed watching. She was completely naked, a very voluptuous young woman. She saw us then and gasped, her hand going to her mouth. I pushed John into the room. "Fuck her," I said.
John went to the bed, his prick sticking straight out. Joyce looked at John, then at me, and finally at his stiff prick.
"Oh, my God, John," she said softly. She reached out toward his prick, hesitated, looked at me again. I smiled and nodded and she took hold of his cock.
Nothing more was needed. She held his cock for a moment and then spread herself out on the bed for him. It was beautiful the way he eased himself onto her body, holding her face and kissing her first, and then sliding his gorgeous cock into her cunt. Her arms went around him, and with a soft, delighted moan, they were fucking.
I watched, filled with rapture, while my loved ones fucked. It thrilled me, made me terribly hot and terribly in need, but I knew my time would come.
I went to the dresser and got out the camera. Jerri was about to come and I wanted a picture of her first fuck with her father. I was going to get lots of pictures, and then I would take Jerri's darling face between my legs. I planned to eat both Joyce and Jerri, too, before this day was done.
I got onto the rocking bed and focused the camera. God, life is wonderful, and it was really just starting.
