There are fewer societally unanimous taboos left in Western society than in previous eras. Oral sex and anal copulation (to a lesser degree) are taking their places as acceptable sexual expression in increasingly larger segments of society. Group sex, for many of the younger generations is a matter of preference and is not considered so bizarre as it once was.
Thus, among the remaining taboos proscribed by both the people and the law fairly universally, are incest, pedophilia (sex with children), and bestiality (sex with animals), although this last, in many instances, might be deemed more a matter of private concern for the individual inasmuch as in most cases the animal is not necessarily harmed by the experience. Pedophilia involves, in most cases, victimization or the taking advantage of another's innocence or natural respect and learned obeying of instructions given by an adult, and so may lead to maladjustment (if not physical harm) of the young one involved and so is rightly proscribed.
Incest, however, involves many facets, and that is the purpose of this series, to explore, in lay terms and realistic presentation, this form of sexual expression. A great deal of the onus placed on it in our society lies in that it often involves elements of pedophilia (father/daughter, mother/son, uncle/niece, aunt/nephew).
The age-old arguments against incest, i.e., that it causes physical and mental deficiencies in progeny are to the large extent untrue, and to a small extent possible, in that certain malignant recessive genes may be magnified and passed on, such as the case of haemophilia and certain bone deficiencies.
Many of the arguments against incest, however, in this day and age, do not hold water, due to birth control, freer give and take regarding dissemination of sexual knowledge and experience, and modern medicine. Like masturbation, which will not rot your brain nor cause warts or acne, incest is, in fact, more common than most people believe, but, like pedophilia and bestiality, very much hidden in all but the most public of cases involving discovery and disclosure. In fact, it can be surmised that childhood exploration (brother/sister, etc.) is not only quite common, but entirely normal in a society which practices fairly rigid nudity controls and separation of sexes in almost all aspects of life. In part, it might be further surmised that some of these practices contribute to that activity.
We hope that you, the reader, will learn while you enjoy, as you read this exciting new Surree Limited Inc. Incest Series, and we invite you to write, signed or unsigned, in absolute and strictest confidence, your thoughts and feelings about this subject or any other aspect of sexuality which concerns you. Story ideas will be considered in the editorial process, because this is your series of books, for you and your edification and enjoyment, and we exist here solely to serve you and your needs and desires.
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CHAPTER ONE
When she walked into her bedroom, followed by Wilson Petri and his son John, Marsha Blondine smiled and winked at the full-length mirror that covered the closet door. Neither the forty-year-old businessman nor his fifteen-year-old son saw the smile or wink, but they hadn't been intended to, the gestures were for Harry Stokes, who was hiding inside the closet. The mirror was actually a one-way viewing glass.
Harry was Marsha's lover. He was also the reason Wilson and John were in her bedroom: Wilson Petri had decided to give his son an unusual present on his fifteenth birthday, a piece of ass. He'd spoken to Harry, who'd assured him he knew just the woman, even when Wilson had decided he wanted to sample her too.
Marsha wasn't really a whore, just as Harry wasn't a pimp. Marsha was, simply, a woman with money and a lot of free time who liked to fuck, suck, have her cunt eaten or her ass reamed by a hard cock. It just made it better for her if she was fucking a stranger who'd paid for the privilege. She didn't need the money she got for spreading her legs, it just added something to her sex life if the man between her spread legs had paid to get there.
Wilson and John had no idea that Harry was in the closet, about to get his kicks from watching what they did with Marsha. They didn't know how off-beat Harry and Marsha were when it came to sex, for it had been Marsha's idea that Harry hide in the closet and watch what happened between the Petris and her. She had had the one-way glass installed just that afternoon to make it possible.
Harry had just gotten hidden when the Petris had arrived and Marsha had gone to let them in. She'd mixed drinks for them and John was still carrying his as he followed his father and the woman from the living room.
Marsha untied the belt of the robe she was wearing. It wasn't a very revealing robe; opaque, it went all the way to the floor and folded across her body so there was just a hint of her thigh when she walked. Once the knot was undone and Marsha had unsnapped the fastener on her hip, the robe gaped open to reveal that she was wearing nothing under it. Swiftly, she shrugged off the robe.
John almost dropped his glass. Marsha had the kind of deceptive body that looked better when she was nude. She was tall, 5' 7", and looked skinny with clothes on. Once out of her clothes, she revealed good tits and a nice ass. She also had a shaved cunt and she wondered which had surprised John so much, the fact that she'd just stripped or that there was no hair on her pussy.
Wilson Petri, the owner of a prosperous shopping center, grinned when he saw Marsha's plump mons veneris and the hint of carmine cuntlips. Slowly, as he ran his eyes over Marsha's body, he began to undress.
"Aren't you going to strip?" Marsha asked the still red-faced boy, in a husky voice. He was still holding the glass and looking as if he wasn't sure but what the whole thing was an elaborate practical joke. "Here," Marsha said, taking his glass and setting it aside, "let me help you."
She dropped to her knees before him and lifted one of his feet, slipping off his shoe and pulling off his sock. "Go ahead, son," Wilson said, "get undressed."
The boy's fingers trembled as he began unbuttoning his shirt. It was obvious that, if he'd had any sexual experience, it had been feeling a girl up in the back seat of a car, that he'd never seen a woman fully nude before. Both he and his father ran their eyes over the rounded curve of Marsha's ass as she bared his other foot. Wilson was stripped to his shorts and Marsha, by glancing sideways, could see his stiff cock pushing them out, making a tent in them. He stripped them off and sat on the bed to wait for her to finish stripping his son.
She had his belt open and was drawing down his zipper. She had positioned the boy in such a way that Harry could watch as she tugged his jeans off, then reached for his Jockey shorts. Catching the elastic, she yanked sharply, bringing the snug underpants to his knees. John didn't even have a hard-on. And, from the way he was fidgeting, Marsha could tell he was extremely nervous.
"Guess you're going to have to make-out with him some to get him ready," Wilson said, sweeping a couple of pillows from the top of the bed and placing them, one on top of the other, near the middle of the mattress. "Come stretch out," Wilson ordered, adding: "John can sit next to you and neck with you, play with your tits, let you handle his dick until it's hard."
Marsha took the boy's hand and led him to the bed, drawing him down as she entered the bed and planted her ass on the pillows, throwing her feet far apart as she placed them solidly on the mattress, spreading her cunt completely open, drawing the puffy lips away from each other. Her cunt was the color of the inside of a conch shell and it glistened the way a shell would if it was just out of water. Marsha got hot easily, all she had to do was know a desirable man wanted to fuck her and her cunt started getting wet.
As Wilson curled himself flat on the bed and rested his cheek on the pillows, just inches from her glistening cunt, Marsha reached up and circled John's shoulders with her arms, pulling him toward her. "Come on, baby," she whispered throatily, "show me how you get all your little girl friends turned on necking with them. I know a good-looking kid like you's got plenty of girls who like to park with him."
John ran one hand under her neck and lifted her head a little as he mashed his mouth to hers. Marsha slid her tongue into his mouth and John reacted by sucking at the hot invader. Her tongue was longer than most, she could lick the bridge of her nose without difficulty, and she was pouring the wiggling spear even deeper in his mouth.
Wilson slid his hands under her, cupping her firm ass in his palms. He blew on her cunt, playing a stream of warm air over the wet flesh of her snatch. Marsha snorted and ground her lips harder against John's hungry mouth as the boy's father prepared to eat her cunt.
One of John's hands was against her left tit, moving around it, tugging at the nipple, hefting the full mound, circling the plump hillock. She had one of her hands at the back of his head and the other was roaming over his chest and thighs, drawing closer to his still limp cock. When her fingers touched the dangling cock, Marsha realized the boy was going to be a challenge to her ingenuity and sexiness, but she was sure she'd meet it.
Wilson's tongue began sliding over the soft flesh of her cunt and her hand tightened on John's neck, the nails pricking his skin, as she squeezed the limp cock. John must have been embarrassed by the presence of his father, for his cock didn't harden at all, although he pinched her nipple and began pushing her tongue back to her mouth, following it with his own.
Even though John didn't have a hard-on, it seemed to Marsha that he was enjoying what he was doing. Both of his hands were roaming over her tits, working eagerly against the plump hillocks, teasing the nipples, making her start to writhe against the bed as the action of his hands and his father's mouth on her cunt got to her. But she knew she'd be writhing even if it was just his hands on her tits. Marsha would've bet that he'd turned more than one teenybopper's panties soppy from handling their tits.
She began to urge John to use his mouth on her tits and he was quick to comply. His tongue slithered across a stiff nipple and moans began issuing from Marsha's slack mouth: "Ohhhhh, suck, suck me good, suck, suck, suck, suck," she moaned.
The man between her thighs was crouched over by then, his hard cock dangling between his spread legs as he worked her feet up until her heels were against her ass. He was sucking noisily at her cunt, wallowing in the clean-shaven loins, working his mouth around on her cunt, his tongue tracing the curves and folds of her pussy in a way that had her hips shifting while she humped her snatch against his eager mouth. Her head lolled back and forth on the bed, her red hair flying as she gasped and moaned of the way they were pleasing her.
"OHHHHH," she moaned loudly as she arched her ass from the pillows and started cumming. Wilson sucked harder at her clitoris as she thrashed about and John had as much of one tit in his mouth as he could get. "OHHHHHHHH!" she moaned again. ,.
A moment later, Wilson lifted his cuntal-juice-smeared face from her cunt and looked at her hand on John's cock. It had grown a little, but it was still only semi-hard. "Guess you'll have to suck on his dick to get it up," he said to her.
Happily, she scrambled to her hands and knees, her head over the boy's loins. Remembering that Harry was in the closet watching, she flipped her hair to one side of her head to give him a good view of what she was doing as she lowered her head and stuffed the boy's cock in her mouth, plunging down until her lips were on his wiry pubic hair.
Wilson rose to his knees and moved behind her and she was glad she'd positioned herself in a way that would allow Harry to watch her getting fucked too. When Wilson touched her thighs, she spread her knees wantonly, exposing her cunt to his attack. Then she snorted as she felt him drive his cock into her twat, shoving it deep enough to fill her with that one hard lunge that made his balls swing forward and his belly slap against the firm flesh of her ass. He reached under her and grabbed her right tit in one hand as the other slid over her belly and began squeezing her hot clitoris.
She was sucking hungrily on John's cock and getting the desired results. Slowly, as her head rose, he grew excited and his cock expanded in her mouth, until he was possessed of a fine hard-on. At that point, she let the entire cock escape from her mouth and started running her tongue along the underside of it, dipping the tip down to lick at his balls as he worked a hand to her left tit and pressed the other to her head. He was really getting into the spirit of things as Marsha's tongue licked avidly along the shaft of his cock.
Wilson was ramming her good, drawing it almost all of the way out, then thrusting his cock deep into her with a hard lunge. She worked her ass back to him, close to popping her rocks again. She liked getting fucked doggy-style more than any other way, particularly if the man fucking her worked her clit while pumping her.
Marsha had the head of John's cock back in her mouth and commenced churning her lower jaw, making the cock jump in her warmly sucking mouth. "Ohhhhh," the boy moaned, his fingers tightening around her tit. Marsha wondered, briefly, if anyone had ever sucked his cock before.
"Ohhhhh," John moaned again as Marsha caught his balls and squeezed them gently. She began lowering her head, letting more and more of his cock ride between her ovaled lips.
Within seconds, her head was bobbing hungrily over the boy's cock. She was wiggling her ass wantonly, working it back to Wilson as he fucked her greedily, drilling his cock into her as hard as he could.
Suddenly he squeezed her tit tighter and threw back his head as he froze, his belly grinding against her ass. His cum shot into as he gasped and grunted while her cuntal muscles tightened and relaxed around the deep-seated cock and Marsha trembled hard as she started cumming herself.
She sucked harder and wilder on John's cock as she came. "Don't stop, don't stop," the boy moaned, thrusting his hips up to push the last inch of cock into her mouth. He didn't have to worry, she had no intention of stopping until he shot off in her mouth and she'd sucked his balls dry and swallowed all his little boy cum.
Wilson slumped over, his arms supporting him as he heaved, drawing breath into his lungs. "Ohhhh, God," he sighed, "what a fuck." Slowly, he drew his deflating cock out of her pussy, letting the slimy prick trail across her thigh as he did so. He swiveled to a sitting position and watched as Marsha's head bobbed faster and faster over his son's cock.
'I'm going in the other room," he said. "Mind if I mix a drink?" Marsha waved assent with a hand, too intent on sucking John off to stop to say anything.
"Ahhhhhh," John moaned, a few moments after his father had left. His hips arched into the air and his thighs trembled violently. Marsha's throat worked to swallow all of the hot ropy strands of cum he was shooting into her mouth.
"Now," he groaned, a minute later, tugging at her head, "now. I want to fuck you."
With a happy cry, Marsha lifted her head and maneuvered herself until she was flat on her back, her thighs spread to the utmost. "Yessss," she hissed. "Come fuck me, Johnny, come fuck me good."
He rolled into her arms, his legs going between hers as she drew him down to her heaving tits. His cock rode up and down the wet length of her cuntal furrow as he tried to jab it into her cunt.
She worked a hand between them quickly and grabbed his saliva-coated cock, guiding the bulbous head to her gaping vagina. "Here," she moaned, "here."
John hunched forward and Marsha screamed: "AHHHHHHHH!" He was sliding his cock into her and she whipped her legs high in the air, waving them about enthusiastically as he drove his dick deeper and deeper into her cunt, riding easily over her cum and his father's, sliding down until the head of his cock banged against the opening of her womb.
When she dropped her legs, they crossed his back, giving Harry a good look at her cunt and the hard cock driving into her. Was Harry jerking off? she wondered, hoping he wouldn't get so worked up that he wouldn't be able to fuck her after the Petris had left.
Johnny took her ass in his hands and started squeezing the firm mounds as he fucked her, drilling his cock harder and harder into the wetness of her swampy snatch, grinding his loins against hers as she heaved her ass up to meet each of his downward thrusts into her hot cunt. "Fuckfuckfuckfuck!" Marsha chanted, as he twisted and started sucking one of her tits.
Her hands raked John's back, drawing thin red parallels of blood, in her passion. He wasn't aware of it, nor was she; all either of them was aware of was the hard cock that was riding into her snatch, the wet cunt that seemed to be sucking his prick into itself each time she threw her ass up to meet his lowering hips. It was frantic, a heavy, driving, demanding fuck, as if John were making up, in intensity, for all the fucks he hadn't gotten in the past. There was no way he was going to last long, even after having blown his load in her mouth. Marsha was giving him too wild a fuck for him to be able to last.
Suddenly he froze, his cock embedded in her, his loins tight against hers, his body shaking as he poured his cum into the clasping tunnel of her cunt. "Unnnhhhhh," he groaned, "unnnhhhh."
They collapsed, for Marsha had arched her body off the bed when John had started cumming, since the blasts of his cum into her twat had started her off again. John made no effort to move away from her and it was obvious that he wanted to fuck her again, as soon as he recovered enough to manage it.
Marsha, despite the fact that she'd cum three times, was still able to fuck, for she usually came half-a-dozen or more times in a sex-session. "Roll over," she whispered in John's ear as she slid her heels down and locked her legs with his to prevent his cock from escaping her cunt as they turned.
A moment later and he was on his back, with Marsha shifting to draw her knees up until they were alongside his sweaty chest. For a moment she posed like that, giving Harry a good view of his cock as she straddled the boy, only the head of his tool in her twat, the wet shaft exposed, as was the rosy opening of her anus.
Marsha leaned over and mashed her mouth to John's, glad that he was so caught up in getting fucked that he let her suck his tongue into her mouth; a lot of men wouldn't kiss a woman after she'd sucked their cocks unless she washed her mouth out first. Either the boy under her wasn't like that or he was so beside himself that he'd forgotten shooting his load into her mouth.
Her ass began to move slowly as she worked her cunt down over the boy's stiff cock. Marsha knew she was good when she was astride a man, she'd fucked enough of them in that position to realize she was something special. Hell, one of her ex-lovers had preferred having her fuck him to anything else they did and she'd spent hours with his cock in her from below her cunt.
Slowly, she levered herself forward, pushing her arms up a little to lift her tits until they hung freely from her chest. She dangled the left tit over John's mouth and he grabbed it, pulling it until he could fasten his lips on the hard nipple.
As he licked and sucked at the end of her tit, Marsha began to fuck him more energetically, twisting her ass about as she pumped herself faster and harder over his cock, screwing her cunt down around the slender rod that was deep in her belly each time she reached the bottom of her stroke.
She had intended, when she'd drawn herself up into the crouched position, to take it easy until John was fully recovered before letting herself go. But her natural horniness got to her sooner than she'd expected and, with a cry of pleasure, she pulled her tit from his mouth and straightened until she was erect from the waist. Wantonly, she grabbed the boy's hands and lifted them to her tits, pressing them there hard.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned, rotating her cunt around his stiff cock.
She started riding John hard, pumping herself up and down on his prick, twisting her hips and snapping her pelvis to and fro as she lifted and lowered herself. One of her hands rested on his chest to help brace her and the other went behind her back so she could fondle and squeeze his balls. Her ass lifted and lowered in a blur as she battered the opening of her womb against the end of his cock. "AHHHHHH! AHHHHHHH!" she cried, "I'M CUMMMMMIINNNGGGGG!"
She arched her body back and ground her loins against John's as she shuddered through another hard cum. "Ohhhhh," she moaned, at last, as she fell forward, to lie atop the almost dazed boy. "What a great fuck," she whimpered, "what a great, great fuck."
CHAPTER TWO
If anyone heard that Harry Stokes had accepted money for setting up the deal whereby Marsha Blondine took on Wilson Petri and his son, and then heard that he sold entertainment, they'd say it was a fancy way of stating that he was a pimp.
He wasn't.
Just as Marsha wasn't a whore because she needed the money, so Harry didn't depend on what he got for selling her ass to live on. To begin with, Marsha didn't let him sell her ass that much, she liked fucking him too much to want to fuck other people often; it was just that, once in a while, she wanted something different when it came to sex and, on those days, she'd tell Harry to find somebody that'd pay to fuck her. It gave her an extra kick to know she was fucking somebody that'd bought her, just as it had given her an extra kick to have Harry watching when she'd taken on the Petris.
No, Harry wasn't a pimp. He didn't even work at selling Marsha's ass. When he said he sold entertainment, he meant that he was a promoter, an entrepreneur. He booked concerts, managed several bands, arranged shows for special occassions. He also owned the wire-service music company in his town, providing background sound for stores and offices that didn't want interruptions for commercials or news.
That was how Harry had met Wilson Petri; he provided the music that his shopping center used and had gone out to talk to him about some bands he wanted for the center's fifth anniversery celebration.
Harry had been married, had fathered a couple of kids. They were twin boys and in a boarding school because his business required that Harry spend a lot of time out at night and his wife had died several years earlier, in an automobile wreck as she'd gone to visit some friends.
Not that it had been much of a marriage. Harry's wife had never been interested in sex, she just screwed because it was what wives let their husbands do. It had been pretty dull in bed with her, all she'd let him do was kiss her and play with her tits and cunt enough to get her wet, then roll on and stick it in. She hadn't even liked it when Harry had kissed her tits. Once in a while, when she'd wanted something, she'd let him have his way, even submitted to letting him eat her or fuck her in the mouth. Harry had had different girls on the side when she'd been alive.
Marsha's life was almost like his, except she didn't have to work for a living; her husband had left her with plenty of money when he'd been in a plane crash. She had a couple of daughters, both of whom were away at school and who spent their summers at camp, because having them around crimped Marsha's style, which was to have as much sex as she could.
Harry and Marsha had met about a year before she'd fucked the Petris. He was in a night club where one of his bands was playing and he'd been sitting at the bar, listening to the new rhythm guitarist they'd hired to replace a guy that'd gotten drafted. Marsha had been sitting beside him and, entirely by accident, he hit her elbow as they were lifting their drinks. Both spilled, although not on either of them.
It was what they call a "cute-meet" in Hollywood. You know how it is in a situation like that: They both apologized, offered to buy each other a drink. They argued a minute over who was going to pay for the first round, then Harry gave in to her.
A couple of casual questions revealed that she wasn't with anybody and she'd ceased wearing her wedding ring. Still, Harry hadn't thought she was a pick-up, she came on like a lady who'd gone out for a drink and some entertainment. Even when he said he managed the group they were hearing, she said she didn't think they were very good. He surprised her by agreeing.
"Why don't we go somewhere and listen to some better music?" he suggested, as they finished their third drink.
For a moment she acted as if she weren't too enthusiastic about the idea and Harry had almost decided to go somewhere else by himself. He knew a couple of bars where there were always a few women looking for a man, usually just women who had nothing to offer but a hot cunt, but he'd just broken off a long affair and hadn't found anyone else to do a steady thing with. If he had to settle for just a hot cunt, he'd do so, it'd been four days since he'd been laid.
Then, to his surprise, Marsha had slid from her stool and smiled at him. "Is this place you're talking about yours?" she'd asked, her voice sounding slightly husky.
He followed her out of the bar, watching the abandoned play of her ass under the miniskirt that showed most of her thighs. Marsha had admitted to being thirty-seven, a year younger than he, but, from the back, she could've passed for a girl in her early twenties. She was pretty well preserved in front too.
"Are we going to your place?" she asked, when they got to the sidewalk.
"If you'd like," he answered.
There was no hint of anything in her eyes as she said: "I can't see any reason to pay inflated prices to hear bad bands. If you've got Scotch and soda and a decent stereo, we ought to be better off there."
"Want to take your car?" he asked.
"Yes, I'll follow you," she said.
Harry lived outside of town, in the midst of a stand of timber. He'd bought the land with the intention of selling it, but the city had turned most of the surrounding land into a park and he had built a home there.
Once they reached his place, Marsha wandered around while he put some Miles Davis on the stereo and mixed drinks. He'd slipped off his jacket and removed his tie when they'd entered and, as he came around the bar to sit beside her, he noticed that she'd kicked off her shoes and that she wasn't wearing hose of any kind.
It hadn't taken Marsha long to finish her drink and she had slid from the stool and turned her back to him. "Undo the zipper, darling," she'd purred.
Harry blinked. He'd been with women who had been open about their desire for sex, but he hadn't figured Marsha was going to be one of them. He'd almost decided that he'd have to take her out two or three times before taking her to bed.
To be sure she didn't change her mind, he reached out and drew down her zipper, pulling it all the way to the top of her ass. That's when he discovered, to his delight, that there wasn't anything under the dress but Marsha. She slipped her arms through the half-sleeves and let the dress fall to her feet in a puddle of cloth, which she stepped out of and bent to pick up again revealing that she had a nice ass.
After straightening and draping the dress over the bar, she turned and Harry's mouth dropped open. It had been a long time since he'd seen a shaven cunt. Marsha smiled as she stepped forward, reaching her arms out to embrace him. He caught her and drew her tightly to him, sinking his mouth down on hers as she pressed her full tits to him and started running her fingers through his hair. Her ass was satiny in his hands as he massaged the resilient flesh, holding her loins snugly against his.
Marsha really knew how to kiss, how to work her tongue in a guy's mouth or to tease his tongue when it was past her lips. And, all the while that the heady kiss lasted, she rubbed herself against him in a way that told him she was hungry for a good fuck, maybe as hungry as he was. Harry could tell he was going to have a great time with her in the sack, that it was going to be a night to remember.
His cock had been a thick bulge in his trousers and he knew she was aware of it, it was pressing against the upper part of her cunt and her belly as she rubbed her loins against his. Her tongue was jammed into his throat and he was sucking hard on it as he worked his fingers into the crack of her ass and started rubbing her there, making her shift even more against him. Her nipples were rising fast and Harry knew it must have been a few days since she'd gotten fucked.
Marsha stepped back from him and started unbuttoning his shirt as he dropped his hands to his waist and opened his trousers. "Ohhhhh," she sighed, as he shoved the trousers and shorts down, exposing his cock. Her tongue started sliding around her lips, wetting them as she watched him strip his remaining clothes off, tossing them carelessly to the floor.
Again she threw her arms around him, kissing him hungrily. Instead of playing with her ass, however, Harry caught her tits in his hands and twisted them, squeezing the full mounds as he brushed his thumbs over the hard nipples. Her body shuddered against him in pleasure as he worked on her tits, squeezing, jiggling, twisting them in his hands.
The longer he played with her full tits, the harder her ass moved as her hips undulated eagerly against his, her belly rotating, rubbing his cock. She was as hot as he was, ready to flop on her back and fuck.
They both knew there was going to be a lot of fucking that night, but they also knew there were a lot of other things they were going to do to each other before the night was over. They broke the kiss and Harry slipped his arm around her waist, letting his hand cup the shifting mound as they walked across the living room and mounted the three steps to the master bedroom. He left her at the door and lit a couple of candles, noting that she was already turning down the bed covers. Then she stretched out, her arms extended in invitation.
Again there was hunger in her mouth as he kissed her. He slid one leg between hers and rested half-above her, his hands back on her tits as he sucked the tongue she shoved into his mouth. Her hips were still twisting, her belly undulating against him as he caught her hardened nipples and squeezed them. "Oooohh," she moaned against his mouth.
Marsha proved to be a lot stronger than Harry had imagined. She pushed him onto his back and rolled above him, dangling her tits just over his lips. He grabbed one of the hanging tits and fastened his mouth to it, sucking hard on the firm nipple as she swayed above him, her hair falling to cover his face as she sighed ecstatically.
Marsha's tits were too big for him to get all of one in his mouth, even when he stretched his jaws open as much as he could. But, she liked what he was doing to her tits, liked the way he was working his hand against one and his mouth against the other. "Ohhhhh, darling," she sighed, "soooo gooodddd."
Harry let his free hand cross her rippling belly, ran it over the engorged mons veneris and into the deep cleft of her cunt. Her clitoris extended beyond the cuntlips, a long bundle of hot nerves that' he caught between two fingers and squeezed. "AHHHH!" she gasped, her body shaking. She was cumming already and Harry knew she'd be able to fuck for hours without cumming enough, that she would drain him time and time again, until he was so exhausted all he could do was sleep.
He thrust a couple of fingers into her twat, driving them deep into her vagina, riding them hard and fast in the slippery tunnel of hot, slick cunt. She shuddered as he sucked harder at her tit and worked his hand against her cunt. "Darling, darling," she murmured, "ohhhhh, I love the way you're fingering me, love the way you're fucking me with your hand."
She started cumming again, her cuntal fluids running over his fingers, trickling down his wrist. She was getting good and juicy, just the way he liked a woman to be. Harry knew he was going to put his mouth on her cunt before he fucked her, put it on her cunt and suck that cunt good, until he was completely familiar with the taste of her pussy juice.
Suddenly, she pulled her tit from his mouth and slithered along his body, dragging her nipples across his chest and belly until they rested on his thighs. She caught the base of his cock and blew a stream of warm air over the head, then began licking at it as she pulled the prepuce down, baring the glans to her lingial attack.
"Yeahhhh, suck me off," Harry moaned, as she cupped his balls in her other hand and squeezed them gently. He knew she was going to give great head, that he was going to pop his wad in her mouth and that she was going to love it, that she'd suck him dry before she stopped.
"Ahhhhh," she moaned, opening her mouth and plunging her head down over the straining stem of his cock. Her lips tightened around the base and she drew her head up slowly, her hot tongue working against the bulbous head. Harry had been given head by a lot of people, but no one had ever sucked his cock with as much skill and enjoyment as Marsha was doing.
She crouched between his legs, her tits pressing his inner thighs, as her head moved up and down over his cock. There was a little trick she used of opening her mouth as wide as possible when all the cock was in her mouth, then slapping her lips around the base so it twitched and jerked. And that maddening tongue kept circling his cock, working around and around it as her head bobbed.
"Ohhhhh, baby," he moaned, as she began using her sharp teeth against the stalk just below the coronal ridge. He loved it when somebody gnawed his cock and Marsha knew how to gnaw it with just the right pressure. "Ohhhhh," Harry moaned again, as she worked her other hand under him and started fingering his asshole.
His recent days of countinence and her expert mouth were getting to him. There was no way he was going to be able to hold back long. She let the stalk of his cock escape her mouth and sucked hard on the spongy glans, squeezing it in her mouth as she rammed a finger into his ass. "Ohhhhhh," Harry sighed.
"Cumcumcumcum," she chanted, her words muffled. The harder and faster she licked and sucked at his cockhead, the harder and faster she rode her finger in and out of his ass, the more he wanted to do what she asked.
He'd been caressing her temples, rubbing his fingers there. Suddenly, he tangled his fingers in her curly hair, pulling her mouth lower over his cock. He was about to shoot off and he didn't want her to lose a single drop of his cum.
"Here it cummmmms," he moaned, as his cock jerked wildly in her wantonly sucking mouth. Gob after gob of hot sticky semen burst from his cock, splattering the inside of her mouth, splashing on the back of her throat as she sucked harder. "Hmmmmm," she murmured, her cheeks hollowing as she worked to drain his hairy nuts.
She was still fucking his asshole with her finger, driving it in as hard as she could, jamming it deep in his ass. That only added to the pleasure he felt as her mouth sucked at his cock, making him shoot again and again into the hot wetness.
Marsha's face was flushed with delight when she finally lifted her head from his loins, staying in her crouch to lick the last drop of cum from the opening of his cock. Her swaying tits were just as flushed and Harry wondered if she'd cum while sucking him.
He caught her under the armpits and pulled her over him, holding her against his sweaty body as he drove his tongue deep into her mouth. She was trying to lift her ass, wanting to slip his cock into her cunt, but he didn't let her. Instead, he rolled her onto her back and drew his knees up until he was crouched between her legs.
"Please," she whimpered as he took his mouth from hers and went to her heaving tits, sucking hard on a thick nipple. He let his hand trail down her belly, onto her firm thighs, then used his thumbs to spread the lips of her cunt to the utmost. "Please," she whimpered again, "I'm so hot." From the way her ass was bouncing up and down on the bed, there was no doubt about that, she really wanted to fuck.
Well, Harry was going to fill her heated cunt with his cock, but there was something he was going to do first. After sucking each of her nipples for a moment, he slid back on the bed, keeping in the crouch, licking at her rippling belly as he continued to hold her cunt open. "Ohhhh, yessss," she sighed, "eat me, darling, eat me out good."
It was a strange sensation to Harry, running his tongue over a hairless cunt. In a way, he was glad she'd shaved her pussy; he could get closer to her snatch, could really get his tongue against every inch of her cunt, and he was ready to do just that. Reaching under her, he caught her shifting ass and lifted it from the wrinkled sheet as he pressed his mouth hungrily to the wet slit of her cunt, his tongue finding her clitoris with no trouble. He ran his tongue around the swollen knob, licking eagerly, as Marsha reached down and pressed his head closer to the cunt she was rubbing against his face.
He went wild, pulling her clit into his mouth with his lips so he could chew against it as his tongue beat against the end of her mini-cock. He jabbed his thumb against her vagina, thrusting it in and out of the clammy hole while he chewed on her clit and worked his hands against her ass, kneading the firm flesh that was wiggling against his fingers. "OHHHHHHH!" Marsha groaned.
Her knees drew back until they were resting on her tits, tilting her pelvis to let him get his mouth over her cunt freely. She tasted like fried chicken and she was good and juicy from the times he'd made her cum with his fingers. It was heaven, sucking her cuntlips or wallowing his mouth against the slick flesh between them, pressing his mouth against her twat and sucking greedily until his mouth was filled with her slippery fluids. Marsha was making all kind of noise and Harry was glad he had no close neighbors because he liked women that raised hell when he was getting to them. Marsha was that way, screaming and cursing and crying out as he thrust his tongue into her twat and licked the inner walls of her cunt.
"Jesus, Jesus, Jesus," she moaned, grinding her cunt against his face. "Ohhhhh, darling, eat me some more, don't ever stop, don't ever stop."
She didn't really mean it, he knew; she wanted him to fuck her too, but she was digging the way he was attacking her cunt with his lips and teeth and tongue, gnawing on her cuntlips or clitoris, stabbing his tongue into the deep well of her twat, licking the entire length of her cuntal furrow. All the while, he dug his fingers into the resilient flesh of her ass as she writhed and twisted under his mouth.
"Darlingdarlingdarling," she moaned, "fuck me now. Ohhhh! Fuck me. FUCCCKKKK MEEEEE!"
Harry let her drop her legs to the bed as he levered himself over her, his cock sliding easily into her cunt as they came together. "Ohhhhh," she sighed as he drove it deep into her wet cunt, ramming the big broad head of his vibrating cock against the opening of her cervix with his first stroke.
Her feet lifted, her ankles locking over his so her calves were pressing into his. She was telling him, silently, that she wanted a long, slow fuck for then, that she wanted to get used to the feel of his cock snug in her swampy cunt before they really got down to hard fucking.
It didn't matter to him. He had all night and he knew he'd fuck her a couple of times before the night was over. If she wanted it slow and easy, he'd give it to her that way.
She knew how to work with a man, knew how to heave her ass up when he slid forward so her cunt seemed to be gobbling up his stiff cock. Marsha also knew how to work the muscles of her cunt so that, when he'd ridden his cock all the way into her, she'd milk it with her twat, squeeze it in a series of rippling spasms that made him gasp and dig his fingers into the solid cones of her tits.
"Ohhhhh, shit," he moaned, as she worked her cunt eagerly around his thick cock. Her nails were digging into his shoulders and her thighs were churning against his as she began lifting one buttock, then the other, shifting from side to side as they fucked.
Propping himself up on his elbows, Harry looked at her face, which was contorted with lust, eyes squeezed shut, nostrils flared, mouth slack and drooling. She was red in the face and the flush continued down over her tits and belly. It was a sure sign she was about to cum and he helped her make it by catching her heavy nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and pinching them.
That did it. Marsha heaved her ass up and ground her cunt against his groin as she moaned and shuddered. Her cunt muscles spasmed hard around his cock, gripping it tight within her twat. "Ohhhhh, darling, ohhhhh," she moaned, cumming hard.
Her legs rose until her heels were against his ass. He drew his own legs up until his thighs were pressed against the bottom curve of her ass, then began slamming it to her, throwing her his cock with all the might he could muster, pulling back until she'd squeal in fear he was going to withdraw it all the way, then driving it back into her so hard his balls slapped against her asshole. "Yesyesyes," she chanted, "fuck me good, fuck me good, fuck me!"
"You know it, baby," he grunted, twisting to seize one of her tits in his mouth. She understood what he wanted and cupped the big boob in her hand, lifting it to his eager mouth. As he started chewing on the turgid nipple, she stuck her tongue in his ear and licked at it, driving him to fuck her even harder.
It was a long night, but they both admitted it was a good one. Marsha fucked him better than anyone had in a long time and she said she hadn't popped her gun so many times in months. When she left the next morning, they'd made arrangements to get together at the end of the day, but Harry had a free period in the afternoon and stopped by her place. They ended up fucking hard and furious on the floor of her living room for the entire hour he was there.
CHAPTER THREE
From the very start of their relationship, Harry had been fascinated with Marsha's ass. During the preliminaries, before he fucked her, he'd massage and knead the firm mounds, working his fingers deep into the crack between her asscheeks, rubbing them there, fingering her rosy asshole, often slipping a finger he'd moistened in her twat into the tiny hole. Harry had had no trouble driving his middle finger into Marsha's ass as far as it would go and he'd noted that she seemed to love that as much as she loved everything else he did to her.
The more he played with her ass during their foreplay, the more she seemed to enjoy having his fingers working on her there. The first time she jammed a finger up his ass when he was fucking her, he caught her unspoken desire and worked his hands under her, spreading the firm cheeks of her ass and driving a finger into her asshole, then moving it as frantically as he was moving his cock in and out of her swampy twat. "AHHHHHH!" Marsha screamed, twisting her mouth free from his and grinding her ass down around the finger he had driven to the hilt in her ass.
"Ohhhhhh, Jesus, Jesus," she sobbed, her vaginal muscles spasming around his hard cock, making him grind his loins against her clean-shaven cunt, pressing her long clitoris with his pelvic bone. She fucked his ass with her finger, pumping it wantonly in his ass as he fucked her harder, drawing his legs up until they rested against the bottom of her squirming ass as he drove his slick dick relentlessly in and out of the swampy tunnel of her twat, slamming the head of his cock deep into her snatch, all the way to the opening of her womb.
"Na ... na ... no ... no more," Marsha gasped, quitting before him for one of the few times in the month they'd been seeing each other. She'd been cumming ever since he'd driven his finger up her ass and, since he'd already cum twice, Harry didn't mind easing his limber cock out of her cum-washed cunt and rolling to his side, where he held her cradled in his arms, his hands stroking her back as she shuddered against him, her tits heaving as she gasped for breath.
When she was recovered, Harry slipped from his position half-under her and pressed her flat to the bed, as he maneuvered until he was on his knees between her parted thighs. Marsha had her head on one arm and he knew she was curious as to what he was going to do. He also knew she'd wait and see what it was, for she'd told him the second or third day that they'd been together, that she would try anything sexual at least once, and usually more often.
He put his big hands on the firm cheeks of her ass and spread them as much as he could, pushing them far enough apart to reveal the rosy opening of her anus. Slowly, tremblingly, he lowered his face and extended his tongue, running the tip of it along the crack of her ass, tasting his cum and hers, for she had poured out enough cuntal juice to wet the crack of her ass.
"Mmmmmmm, Harry," she murmured, as his tongue slithered along the wet flesh, working from the top of her ass cleavage all the way to the bottom of her cunt. When he wiggled his tongue there, Marsha drew her knees up a little, elevating her ass, in case he wanted to stick his tongue into her cunt fully.
It wasn't what Harry had in mind. He'd already licked and sucked her cunt until she'd grabbed him by the ears and pulled him over her, grabbing his cock with on hand and jamming it into her twat as soon as he was in position to fuck her. It was a Saturday night and he knew he might eat her cunt before they finally went to sleep, but he had other plans at the moment.
Harry's tongue returned to the rosy puckering of her asshole and swirled around. "Ooooh, yessss," Marsha sighed, guessing his intention. She shifted and reached back, spreading the cheeks of her ass herself, so he could use his hands on her in other places if he wanted.
Slowly, tentatively, Harry pushed his tongue forward, worming it into her asshole. He had never eaten any woman's ass, but he had been thinking of tongue-fucking Marsha's for some days and it seemed the perfect time to do so, particularly since she had wanted him to finger-fuck her ass while riding his cock in and out of her soppy pussy. The only thing that was holding him back was the idea that it might be unpleasant to have his tongue inside an asshole.
He soon learned that it wasn't and began to work his tongue into her ass with greater speed and force, pushing it deeper into the tight hole, fucking it in and out. "Ohhhh, Harry, Harry, darling," Marsha moaned, beginning to beat her feet against the mattress, "yessss, Harry, do that, do that to me good."
His tongue wasn't as long as hers, but he forced it as deep into her rectum as he could, wiggling it hungrily in the tightness of her anal passage as he reached under her and began strumming a couple of fingers against her clitoris. "Ohhhh," Marsha sighed, twisting fitfully under his lingual attack on her asshole.
A moment after that, she'd shifted her hands, letting her asscheeks come toward each other. "Harry, Harry," she'd moaned, "I want your cock there. Ohhhhh, Harry, fuck me in the ass. Do it now, Harry, fuck my ass hard."
His cock had jumped as she'd said it and he'd levered himself over her, pushing the head of his cock between the firm cheeks of her ass and rubbing it against the tight elastic of her anus. "I can get some jelly," he'd panted in her ear as she'd writhed beneath him.
"Noooo," she moaned, "I can't wait. Try it without any. I've been fucked there, it's just been a while. But try it like you are."
He grunted and strained, trying to force his cock into her. Even with Marsha's help, he wasn't successful in breaching the narrowness of her anus. "Wait," he whispered, thrusting a couple of fingers into her vagina to get them wet with her fluids, then pushing them into her asshole.
When his fingers had made several trips between her cunt and her ass, he tried again, positioning his cockhead against her anus and holding it there with one hand as he slid his other arm across her hips and got a secure grip on her far thigh. Suddenly, with all his might, he drove his dick forward, yanking back on the other arm at the same time.
There was a moment, a very brief moment, when he thought that he was going to have to get some artifical lubricant after all but then the pressure of his arm across her thighs, pulling her back, and the hard forward thrust of his hips was successful and the head of his cock breached the tightness of her anal sphincter.
"NNGGHHAAAAHHHHHH!" Marsha cried, as he drove the bulbous glans into her asshole, plunging it through the tight ring of elastic flesh, burying the head in her ass.
He paused, afraid he'd hurt her. To his amazement, Marsha commenced to thrust her hips back at him, as if she were going to impale herself on his cock, as if she wanted to force her ass to accommodate the entire length of his turgid cock without any further effort on his part. "Give it to me," she begged, "ohhhh, goddamn it, Harry, give it to me."
"Isn't it hurting?" he panted, as he caught her by the hips and forced her to remain still. "Don't you want me to use something?"
"I want you to fuck my ass," she answered. "It hurt like a sonofabitch when you put it in, but the pain's already going away. I told you, I've been fucked in the ass before. I know what it's like to have my ass reamed out good. Now, goddamn it, do it. Do it. Fuck my ass as hard as you can. Just hold my hips and throw that cock into my ass until there's no more for you to give. Come on, you bastard, fuck my ass. FUCKKKK MY ASSSSS!"
Harry needed no more encouragement than that. He pressed her down until she was flat against the mattress, than began pumping his cock into her shit-slick channel, pulling out just a little and lunging hard as he pulled up on her hips, forcing his hard cock to drive deeper into her ass. Despite her insistence that she'd been fucked in the ass before, it was still a tight fit, almost as if he were running his cock into a virgin's cunt, and Harry was sweating as he thrust further and further into her, making his long, thick cock disappear into the tight ring of her asshole.
"Let me get on my hands and knees, so I can help," Marsha pleaded. Harry waited until she'd maneuvered herself to half-extended arms, with her ass high in the air, then pushed himself up until his body was a straight line from his knees upward. As he fucked his cock into her, he could watch his cock go deeper and he could watch her rectal muscles being drawn out of her asshole as he withdrew, only to return to their proper place when he forced his cock deeper into her tight ass.
"Do you like it?" Marsha hissed, wiggling her ass from side to side as he pumped deeper into her. He had two-thirds of his eight-inch cock buried in her ass and was working the rest in, fucking her creamy white ass so hard that his heavy balls swung forward and bounced against her cunt each time he finished a thrust. "Do you like it, Harry? Do I have a nice ass to fuck?"
"Goddamn, you better believe it," he answered. His voice was distorted, husky, from the exertion it was requiring to get his cock into her. Harry was amazed he hadn't shot a load into her ass already, she was that hot and tight. The only thing he could think of was that, subconsciously, he was holding back, waiting until all of his cock was embedded in her ass before letting go, for he knew it'd go limp as soon as he unloaded his jism in her ass.
"Ohhhh, God, Harry," Marsha sobbed with delight. "I just love it. Ohhhh, fuck my ass good, Harry, fuck it good for me."
She was throwing her ass back to him as hard as she could, heaving it back to meet him each time he slid his long cock deeper into the tightness of her asshole. His fingers were pressing to her lower belly, just beyond her cunt and he could feel her stomach heaving as she sought to cum again. Harry had never fucked a woman in the ass who could cum from that and that alone, but he knew Marsha was going to cream herself when he started unloading his hot jism into her.
That wasn't going to be much longer. There was less than an inch of cock to bury in her ass and he thrust harder, plunging the throbbing head further into her ass with each hard lunge. "Ohhhh," he moaned, as he planted the last fraction of an inch of hard cock in her tight ass and, immediately afterward began shooting his load up her rectum, his cum spurting out in torrents.
"AHHHHH! YESSSS. YESSSSSS!" Marsha howled, wiggling her ass frantically from side to side, her whole body shuddering in a way that made it undeniable that she' was cumming too. They braced themselves and rode out their cumming, then collapsed. Only when his cock was completely deflated did Harry withdraw it from her.
A moment later, and Marsha left the bed, returning with a damp cloth and a towel. Lovingly, she cleansed his shit-corroded cock, then patted it dry. "What a beautiful, beautiful cock," she murmured, bending down to plant a moist kiss on the soft bit of shit-free flesh. "I'm going to love you up my ass, and often."
She'd been getting it up her ass often since then, two or three times a week. And, when she'd said something one night about wishing she could get her cunt and her ass fucked at the same time, Harry had bought a battery operated vibrator and, when he'd been fucking her the next night, switched it on and shoved it in her ass. It had driven her even wilder than he'd thought it would; Marsha had cum so hard and so long that she'd passed out and he'd been afraid she'd damaged herself, so wildly had she twisted and contorted herself under him. But as soon as she recovered, she'd begged him to stick his cock in her ass and she'd cum again as he had fucked her anally.
Even now, six months after he'd first stuck his cock in her ass, Harry was still amazed at the tightness of the tiny hole. Maybe Marsha no longer screamed in pleasure-pain when he breached her anal sphincter, but she was still tight enough that it took him a while to get all of his cock into her asshole. He even teased her about using alum there, but he knew she was just naturally resilient, despite all the cocks that had fucked her, her cunt was snug around his cock when he worked it into her.
Harry's office was on the second-floor of a downtown building and Marsha used to stop by to see him often. One of the things he liked most about her was her willingness to fuck anywhere, anytime. There were plenty of afternoons when she'd come into his inner office, lock the door and walk across the room in that loose-limbed gait of hers, then lean on the window sill and say, throatily: "I'm not wearing any panties, Harry, and I'm horny." All he had to do, in those cases, was walk over to her, flip her skirt up as he unzipped his fly and extracted his cock, then push it into her cunt, while working his hands around her to play with her clitoris. Marsha would wiggle her ass against his loins, heave it back to him as he pumped it in and out of her, her body shivering as he fucked her slowly. The fact that someone could look up at them from the other side of the street and know what they were doing only added to the pleasure she got from the act.
Another thing she liked was for him to drive along a main highway, keeping the speed as high as he could legally, while she curled in the seat, her legs parted and her skirt up, so he could fondle her cunt as she bobbed her head over his cock, licking and sucking at it until his cum boiled out of his cock and shot into her mouth. More than once a tractor-trailer had passed them and tooted a long blast on its air-horn and Marsha had always sucked with extra intensity when that happened.
The whole thing with Marsha and sex was that she was constantly looking for some kind of new kick, for something that she hadn't done yet. She'd had many lovers but, so far, Harry was the only person she had stayed with, for he was the only person who would go along with her craziness when it hit her. He was the one who had consented to sit, nude, on a toilet and fuck her as she pissed; he was the one who had thrown her down in the middle of a night in a park, ripped her clothing off and fucked her; he was the only one who hadn't hung up on her when she'd called him at five in the morning and described what the fellow she'd picked up was doing to her. Harry was just as kinky as she was when it came to eroticism and she had a feeling that there was nothing she could think of that would faze him, no matter how offbeat it might be. If it was something that would please her, he'd go along with it.
She could still remember, with vivid intensity, how it had come about that she'd fucked somebody for money. She had gone to see Harry at his office and found him cursing the manager of a big group because the man had asked Harry to find him a woman.
"Sonofabitch," Harry growled. "Next year hell be offering them at half the price and dicker, but now that they're hot, you have to kiss his ass to get them. Imagine, he won't sign them because he's horny and he wants to get laid before he talks business. That motherfucker."
"Are you going to get him a woman?" she'd asked.
"I guess I'm gonna have to try," Harry mumbled. "I don't know any whores. I'll have to run around to a couple of bars and see if somebody there knows anybody that's peddling their ass."
"Where is the guy?" she asked.
"Over at the Downtowner Motel," he answered. "Why?"
"I was thinking, it might be a kick to go over and fuck him, let him pay for it. I've never gotten paid for fucking anybody," she mused. "Do you think he'd like me?"
Harry stared at her, then nodded. "But Jesus, Marsha, you don't want to do that. I mean, how do you know what the guy's like? He might be some real weirdo."
"I never know what a guy's going to be like," Marsha said. "You might have been some weirdo, but I went with you. I'm kind of a weirdo myself, when you come right down to it. Call the guy and tell him you've set it up, that it'll cost him ... I don't know, whatever you think hell pay. I don't know what whores get."
"He'll probably go for fifty, if you do a real good job."
She smiled. "Don't I always?"
Harry had smiled at that and lifted the phone. Twenty minutes later, after sucking Harry off and rinsing her mouth out good, she had left, on her way to meet Ray Windsor.
No one at the motel questioned her. Who was going to think that a woman who looked like she was entering a motel at eleven in the morning to turn a trick? They just assumed she had a legitimate reason to be there.
Ray Windsor turned out to be middle-aged, fat and balding. He blinked at her as he opened the door, then broke into a smile. "You the girl Harry said was coming over?"
"Who's Harry?" she asked. "All I know is I got a call said a guy over here had fifty dollars and a load of ashes he wanted to get hauled. That you?"
"Yeah, that's me," he said, stepping aside and letting her enter the room. As soon as she was inside, he reached for his wallet and extracted two twenties and a ten. "Okay," he said, when the bills were in her purse, "let's see the body."
Marsha didn't bother trying to do a strip for him, she wasn't wearing that much, just a ribbed tanktop and a pair of slacks. She kicked the sandals from her feet as she was undoing the slacks, then pushed them down and stepped out of them as she was yanking the top over her head. With her hands on her hips, she stood there before him, smiling and waiting for him to show some reaction.
She didn't have to wait long; a whistle of appreciation broke from his lips as he reached out and cupped her full tits in his hands. "Yeah," he murmured, "you'll do. You'll do fine. I'm tired of fucking kids, it's about time I had a real woman."
He squeezed and kneaded her tits for a moment, then stepped back from her, motioning for her to fix the bed as he started undressing. It didn't take him much longer to get out of his clothes than it had taken her, but Marsha didn't react as much as he had, he wasn't any more impressive when naked than he had been when clad and she was glad he had paid for the privilege of fucking her, that fifty dollars was the only thing that was going to make it possible for her to enjoy the time she was going to spend in bed with him.
She was on her back, her knees drawn up and canted outward to open her cunt to him. Ray Windsor walked over and climbed into bed, throwing a leg across her as he did so, so he was sitting on her stomach. He caught her tits and pressed them together, increasing the cleavage between them, fitting them snugly around his cock. Slowly, his eyes fixed on hers, he began to rub his cock up and down between her tits.
Although Marsha knew whores weren't supposed to get anything out of sex, she also knew they were supposed to work with their clients, if only to get them to cum faster so they could turn to their next customer. Accordingly, she reached behind him and began to squeeze his balls as he fucked her between the tits, squeezing each time he thrust forward, letting her hand go slack when he drew back. "Yeah, yeah, play with me," he grunted.
Is this all he wants? Marsha asked herself. She knew that there had been times when she'd have paid to have one of the kinky ideas she'd gotten fulfilled. Maybe Ray Windsor had always wanted to fuck a woman between the tits and hadn't had the nerve to do it with one of the women he dated.
It turned out that he wanted a lot more than that. After a few minutes, he shifted, moving higher on her body. His fingers tangled in her hair and lifted her head and he pushed his cock at her mouth, rubbing the glans across her lips. "Open," he said.
Marsha complied, letting him run his cock as far into her mouth as he could. It wasn't a big cock and she had no trouble letting him run it in all the way.
Then he commenced to pump her head up and down, pulling her over his cock until her nose was pressed against his stomach and his balls were resting on her chin. As the new sensation got to her, for, while she'd sucked off more men than she could remember, no one had ever fucked her in the mouth this way, she returned her hands to him and started rubbing the crack of his ass as he commenced working her tongue around his cock, licking greedily at it as he moved her head back and forth.
The longer he stayed above her like that, pumping her head back and forth around his cock, the more active Marsha became. She started sucking harder on his cock, hollowing her cheeks and working actively on the thin rod of gristle that he was fucking in and out of her mouth, licking at it as she began working a finger against his asshole. "Ohhhh, Jesus, yeahhhhh," he sighed.
She didn't figure that he would ask her for some of the things he wanted, didn't even know what he wanted. But despite the fact she knew whores weren't supposed to get anything out of sex, she was determined to get what she could out of the encounter and she pushed her finger into his ass, making him start to move faster as he groaned in pleasure.
Without warning, he shot his load into her mouth, pouring the hot sticky jism into the back of her mouth as he ground his belly against her face. Marsha finger-fucked his ass harder as she swallowed his cum, sucking greedily at the wildly twitching cock, draining his balls and working to get more from him.
"Stop, stop," he panted, pushing her head back to the pillow. He drew his cock from her mouth, trailing a thin rope of cum over her chin as he swung the leg that had been across her back to the other side of her body. His eyes swept down her torso to her shaven cunt. "You douched today?" he asked.
"Yeah," she answered, feeling a flutter in her loins as she thought about him eating her.
To her surprise, he swung his other leg across her and sat on her with his back to her. Then he was catching her legs and bending them back over her torso, as he leaned forward. "Stick a pillow under your ass," he barked and she was quick to obey.
"Now," he muttered, when her ass was elevated properly, "you like to do things to assholes, you stick your tongue in mine. I always wanted to know what it was like to be tongue-fucked in the ass, I'm gonna find out."
He bent forward and pressed his face to her cunt, seizing her clitoris in his teeth and starting to chew lightly at it as she spread the crack of his ass and pressed her mouth to the puckered opening and began working her tonguetip against it, trying to force the long spear of flesh into his asshole. From the way he had said it, Marsha knew he considered this act the ultimate in sinfulness and she wondered what he'd think if he knew she did it to men she really liked just because she knew it pleased him. He'd probably feel she was a real whore if she told him that.
His teeth were no longer working just on her clitoris; he had sucked a mouthful of cuntlips up and was chewing on them as he jabbed his tongue again and again at the bud that extended past them. "Unnnhhhh," she could hear him moan as she succeeded in pushing her tongue into his ass and began working it back and forth the way she'd done with her finger earlier.
Ray's hands were harsh against the taut spheres of her ass, his fingers digging in, pinching, kneading her ass roughly. Marsha pushed a little more of her tongue into his ass and felt him begin to tremble.
Harder and faster, she fucked his asshole with her tongue, her hands keeping the cheeks of his fat ass spread to the utmost so she could breathe as she worked on his ass and he sucked at her upper cunt.
Again it was without warning when he came. The first she knew that he had been overly stimulated came when she felt his hot cum splattering against her tits as he dug his fingers even deeper into her ass and ground his teeth harder against her cuntlips, almost hurting her with the intensity with which he was mouthing her cunt.
"Ahhhhh," he sighed, rolling off of her. A moment or so later, he sat up and swung his legs out of bed. "Okay, you can split," he advised her, rising and starting toward the connecting bath. Marsha had trouble believing he was dismissing her until he turned and said: "Look, I got business to attend to. There's no need for you to stick around, is there?"
"No," Marsha replied. She got up and wiped the cum from her tits, then dressed and went back to Harry's office, where she told him of what had happened, adding that she was still excited. She took it as a sign of her importance to him that he kissed her as she was stripping off her slacks, even though he knew she'd had her tongue in Windsor's funky ass.
CHAPTER FOUR
A few days after Marsha had given John Petri his first fuck, she was sitting in her bathtub, letting Harry watch her as she shaved her cunt (something no other man, including her husband who had talked her into trying it, had ever seen) when the phone rang. At first, they ignored it, but, when it continued to ring, Marsha stepped from the tub and walked into the other room.
"Harry," she said, stepping back into the bathroom, "what should I do? It's that boy, Johnny. He wants to know if he can come over with a friend of his."
"Do whatever you want," Harry said.
"Oh, I will," she said. "The thing is, he knows I did it for money and he's worried because they don't have very much. I mean, what's going to happen if his father finds out I took John and the other kid on for a lot less than I charged for him and John?"
Harry thought for a moment, then said: "Look, tell him if he wants to bring along a friend, it's got to be a party, and they've got to bring along a girl for me."
"What good is that going to do?" Marsha asked.
"Don't you see," Harry explained, "if they know a girl that they can bring, they can fuck her. Once you set those conditions, if they can't meet them, then you can tell John to come over by himself."
"Yeah, now I understand," she said. A few minutes later, when she returned, she had a funny look in her eyes.
"Well?" Harry asked, as she lowered herself into the water and prepared to finish removing the last bit of stubble from her mons veneris.
"I did what you suggested," she said. "And Johnny came up with the same idea you did, if they knew a girl that'd fuck you, they could fuck her themselves."
"So, hell be over without his friend?" Harry said.
"No," she answered. "You're going to get to fuck a virgin tomorrow."
"What?" Harry slid from the sink where he'd been perched and stared at her as if she'd lost her senses. "That's crazy."
"Isn't it?" Marsha agreed. "But, it seems this friend of John's, Bobby's his name, has a sister that's only fourteen. Apparently John and several of the boys he knows have tried to get next to her. Shell let them use their fingers to get her hot, and she'll jerk them off while they're playing with her, but she won't fuck any of them. She told her brother that she wants her first time to be with a man that knows what he's doing."
"So they volunteered her services," Harry snorted. "Big deal. She'll change her mind about being ready to fuck, or she'll have something to do tomorrow."
"No," Marsha insisted. "They were at the other boy's house and she was there. I could hear him calling to her and then I could hear her talking to them. The boy explained it to her and she said it sounded like a gas, that she'd do it."
"Yeah," Harry murmured, his eyebrows going up. "Fourteen? And she wants to get laid? Mmmmmm, it ought to be an interesting afternoon."
"Harry," Marsha said, a moment later, "let's do it in the same room. I think it'd be a gas, to look over and see you getting a young girl like that good and hot, or throwing your big dick to her. And it ought to help you get her hot if I'm making it with her brother and another guy."
"Yeah, it should," Harry agreed. "I'll tell you something else that ought to help, if those kids are as hip as I think they are."
"What's that?" Marsha asked, stepping from the tub and beginning to dry herself, patting her cleaned crotch carefully, then rubbing a thick towel briskly over the rest of her body.
"I'll bet they'd dig it if we smoked some first," Harry said.
"Oh, sure," Marsha exclaimed. "I didn't tell you, but John wanted to know if he could bring a couple of joints. He started to explain what they were. I think I blew his mind when I told him I could get better stuff than he could. We ought to call that guy you know that's got the good hash."
Harry, of necessity, smoked grass and hash, it made it easier for him to establish a rapport with the bands he promoted, or the groups that came into town for concerts. He, like most people his age, drank, but he smoked too. Marsha had used marijuana and hash when she'd lived in New York before she got married and, while she hadn't used it often since then, she'd agreed to smoke with him and had found she enjoyed it, for it made sex last longer. Anything that made sex better was okay as far as Marsha was concerned.
"Okay," Harry said, "I'll go call Willy, tell him to meet us tonight."
"Harry," she murmured, in a voice that was so different from her ordinary tone that it stopped him and made him turn around.
"What?"
"You can call Willy later, can't you?" She stepped toward him, her arms reaching out to him. Harry recognized what she had on her mind at once. The idea of fucking two kids, while he first-time fucked a teenybopper chick in the same room had gotten to her, just as it had gotten to him. His cock was rock-hard and throbbing in his trousers, although he and Marsha had had a good fuck just an hour or so earlier. In fact, Harry had finished dressing while Marsha had run water in the tub after their shower, so she could shave her cunt.
Her arms slid around him, her warm body drew nearer to his as he reached out and pulled her even closer. "Yeah, baby," he whispered, "yeah, I can call Willy later."
With a hunger he hadn't believed himself capable of, he drew her to him. As his mouth sank down on hers, his tongue wedging itself between her lips, Marsha shivered and dropped one arm from around his neck, reaching between them to draw down the zipper of his trousers. When his fly was open, she reached inside and began working at his cock, trying to free it from his trousers, her fingers already sliding up and down the length of it, pulling the foreskin back to bare the swollen glans to her touch.
It took her nimble fingers only a second or two to scoop his cock from the confines of his trousers and Marsha sighed against his mouth as she realized he was already leaking pre-seminal fluid. She felt his legs move and knew he was kicking his shoes off, then felt him drop a hand from her ass to strip off his socks. His tongue was jammed deeply into her mouth and he was kneading the flesh of her ass, working his strong fingers against the firm flesh as she pressed herself to him, her fingers sliding up and down the length of his cock while rubbing the exposed head in a tight circle against her naked hip.
Deftly she undid his belt, then the fasteners on his trousers and shorts. A second after they had fallen to the floor, when she saw Harry trying to get his feet free from them, she pulled away from him and dropped to her knees. Swiftly she freed his feet of the bunched-up garments, then commenced licking at his thighs, her tongue working higher on his legs with every stroke.
But before she got even close to his balls with her lips and tongue, he put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her back a little. "No," he whispered, "in bed, so I can eat you too."
"Mmmmmm," she murmured. "Yessss, I'd like that."
He had stripped off his jacket as she'd freed his feet from his trousers. Now he almost ripped the tie from around his neck and began undoing the buttons of his shirt as they walked, their arms around each other's waist, down the short hall to her bedroom.
The bed was still wrinkled, the way they'd left it after their fuck. Harry sprang into it and stretched out on his back, pulling a pillow down to prop his head up. Without hesitation, Marsha entered the bed and threw a leg across his body, presenting her already dampening cunt to his mouth as she grabbed his cock by the base and started squeezing it while propping herself up on her elbows and commencing to race her tongue around the head of his cock.
Harry's mouth started to work against the taut flesh of her ass, sucking and nibbling, as he ran his hands along her thighs, his fingers curled to massage the tender inner surfaces. She ran her other hand under his raised thigh and commenced to scratch, lightly, at his tightly sacked balls, pausing, now and then, to heft the tight orbs, as if gauging his potency.
"Ohhhh," she moaned, as she bent his cock back and began licking the underside of it, swooping her tongue from the coronal ridge all the way down to the top of his balls. Harry had shifted his head and was working the tip of his tongue against her erect clitoris, jabbing at it frantically, as if he couldn't wait for her to cum. There seemed to be a hunger in him that had never been there before and she was sure he was thinking about getting his mouth on the cunt of the teenybopper who was coming over the next afternoon. Well, that was okay; she was thinking about going down on John and Bobby.
Shifting slightly, Marsha made her clitoris more accessible to Harry's hungry mouth as she scooped his balls up in her hand and sucked greedily on them, laving them with her tongue as she began rubbing her finger against his asshole.
"Ahhhhh," Harry sighed, just before he closed his lips around her trembling clitoris and started slapping the end of his tongue against it, something he knew she really loved.
Letting his balls go, Marsha commenced to nibble and gnaw at the shaft of his cock, biting hard now and then, then sucking at the spot where her teeth had applied pressure. Harry filled his mouth with her cuntlips and chewed against them, his tongue still working against her throbbing clitoris.
When he dug his fingers into her thighs, she understood without his having to say a word and she lifted her head hurriedly, popping his cock into her mouth and rotating her lower jaw so his cock jumped and trembled in her wildly sucking mouth. She hollowed her cheeks and let the glans of his cock rub against the inner parts of her mouth as she began jabbing her finger at his anus, not quite breaching the sphincter, just hinting that she was going to.
They had been together like this so often that they understood each other perfectly. The moment her head started dropping lower over his cock, Harry shifted and slid his tongue into her twat, wiggling it about against the clammy walls of her vagina, pulling his tongue back and thrusting it as far into her twat as he could.
She plunged her head down until all of his cock was in her mouth, the head buried in her throat. As many times as she'd done it, Harry still couldn't understand why she didn't gag. She didn't understand it herself, she just knew that when she was super turned on, the way she was now, she could take all the cock any man had without difficulty.
The muscles of her throat squeezed the hot glans of his cock as she swallowed. At the same time, she jammed her finger up to the first knuckle in his anus, making his hips buck, plunging his cock another half-inch into her throat.
It was more than Harry could stand and his cum exploded from his balls, jetting out of his cock and shooting into her throat. Marsha shuddered and sucked greedily on the throbbing cock, working her finger deeper into his ass as she did so, making him shoot even harder into her gulping mouth.
She was cumming herself and Harry was sucking greedily at her cunt, draining her of the pungent fluids that were pouring out of her, thrusting his tongue against her clitoris now and then to make her continue to cum.
Their feet beat against the bed and Marsha's thighs locked around his head, pressing his face tighter to her cunt. She had never failed to enjoy herself with Harry. He was, by far, the best lover she'd ever taken to bed, but this was even better than it normally was and she knew Harry was digging it more than usual from the muffled groans he was uttering.
At last, exhausted, they rolled away from each other, their lungs straining to draw breath, their bodies still shaking in the aftermath of the violence of their cummings.
When they could finally move, she shifted, turning on the bed to lie with her head cradled on his sweaty chest. One of his hands slid down her damp back and cupped a firm asscheek, as she slid a leg between his and snuggled closer to him. "Harry, you're such a fine lover," she murmured. "Why can't I be satisfied with you?"
"I guess you're just a whole lot like me," he answered. "I could have you, and another woman that was as good in bed as you are, and I'd still be curious as to what other women were like. There've been times, before I met you, when I was on my way to see somebody that I knew was going to be glad to fuck me if I showed up and I'd end up spending the night trying to talk some woman into fucking me, knowing that she probably wouldn't be as good as the woman I'd set out to see. But the woman I spent the time with was an unknown and that's what made it exciting."
"Yeah, but what about these kids. I don't mind admitting it, I'm really looking forward to balling them. And don't tell me it's because there's going to be two of them. I've been involved in threesomes before. It's more than that. I know it is."
"Maybe," he suggested, "it's the same thing that's got me so excited about fucking the little girl, the idea that it's new to them. I mean, there's not much that we haven't done before. But these kids don't know anything."
"You mean, we're getting off on the fact that they're going to be learning something?"
"Well, aren't we? Didn't you dig it more when you sucked a cock if you knew it was the first time the guy had a blow-job?"
"Mmmmmm," Marsha acknowledged, after a momentary pause, "I see what you mean. The excitement of the innocent, at learning something new, transmits itself to us, and makes us more excited. Yeah, I guess you're right."
Harry reached over to the bedside table and took two cigarettes from the pack there, lighting them and sticking one in her mouth. For several minutes, there was no sound in the room. Finally he spoke: "Come on, let's get it together. I don't want to stay out too late tonight, I want to be good and rested when the kids get here."
"Mmmmmm," she murmured, not letting go of he" hold on him, "I know what you mean. So why don't we just forget about going out tonight? Oh, sure, you've got to see a couple of people on business, Willy, whoever else. There's no reason why I should go, is there? Why don't you just go take care of things and go on home, come over here in the morning, around noon? They won't be here until one, one-thirty."
Harry looked at her for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah, that's a good idea. If we go out together, we'll end up back here and we'll end up in bed around two, we won't get enough sleep or anything. I'll get everything over with as soon as I can, tell people I've got a bad headache or something, get a good night's sleep and see you in the morning, around noon."
"Okay," she murmured, shifting and cradling a pillow under her head. She knew there was no need to get up, she and Harry had gone far past the point where she had to let him out. She didn't even let him in any more, he had his own key to her front door.
CHAPTER FIVE
For several minutes after Harry had left, Marsha remained on the bed, her mind drifting. Then, after stretching and yawning, she rose and padded into the bathroom, where she rinsed her mouth, not because she disliked having a mouth that tasted of cum but because she rinsed her mouth every night before she went to bed.
She strolled into the living room, mixed herself a drink and sprawled on the couch, her eyes roaming over the room, taking in the pictures and furniture without really comprehending them. As she sipped her drink, she let her mind wander back to the first time she'd had sex with someone younger than she, years ago, when she'd still been in college, only twenty.
She had been engaged then and she had gone home to meet her fiance's family, his mother and father and kid brother. It had been over the Christmas holidays and she hadn't been able to be with her own family because her father had been a career officer in the Navy at the time and her family was in Naples, where her Dad was assigned to the NATO fleet.
George, her fiance, was from Ohio, a small town on the West Virginia border, near Kentucky. His family lived in a rambling old house that had been built by his great grandfather, something that had impressed her, the sense of roots. She had never lived in one place for more than two years until she'd started college, if you could call living in a dorm living. Well, at least she hadn't had to worry about moving, she'd stayed in the same room and gone to summer school, which was why she was a senior already.
They had taken a train from New York, for trains had still been running in those days. Thinking about the night they'd spent together in the Pullman berth saddened her a little, her kids would never ride in a train, not the way things were going. They would look on a train ride as something strange, but she could remember several cross-country trips.
Anyway, that night in the Pullman berth had been the last chance she and George were going to have sex together. In a small town, with everything in walking distance, there wasn't any need to take a car and they wouldn't be able to park. Besides, it would be too cold.
All of that was neither here nor there, what Marsha remembered was that, after three days, she had started getting horny. George was afraid of getting caught in her bed, or even in her room, by his parents, who were old-fashioned. If they'd known she'd been fucking George for over a year, longer than they had been engaged, they wouldn't have allowed her to stay in the house. They'd have shit if they'd even suspected that George hadn't been the first to fuck her. He'd been more like the twentieth, for Marsha had learned, when she was fifteen, that she liked having a hard cock in her cunt, or her mouth, and she'd gotten laid as often as she could. It was just, in those days, that she insisted there be more than mere sex involved, she insisted on a semblance of romance. Now, if she saw a man she liked and he seemed interested, she fucked him.
Anyway, she'd been horny, because she had gotten used to going over to George's apartment every afternoon, when his roommate was at work, and fucking him. Now, in the small Ohio town with his mother always around the house, she hadn't gotten laid in three days and she'd been horny.
That third night, she'd stripped and lain on her bed, her hands straying over her body. Marsha hated to masturbate, but if something didn't happen, if she and George couldn't find a way to get together, and soon, she was going to have to resort to that.
The room she was staying in was across the hall from his parent's room, at the front of the house. A porch, which could be reached through French doors from either room, ran across the front of the house and, for the last couple of nights, Marsha had had the strangest sensation that someone was out there, watching her as she undressed. But she knew it must be her imagination, it couldn't be George's father, and who else had access to the porch? No one. Nor unless they went through her room or the Blondines'.
Still, the feeling had been so strong that she'd left her curtains slightly open. If somebody was on the porch watching her as she stripped, she wanted to give them a good show.
As she lay on the bed, rubbing her hands along her sides and over her thighs, trying to keep them away from her tits and cunt, the feeling was even stronger that there was someone out there.
And, suddenly, it dawned on her who it was. It had to be Teddy, George's thirteen-year-old brother. As the realization hit her, she smiled to herself and rolled off the bed, grabbing her bathrobe and slipping into it as she headed for the door. There was a big tree at the corner of the house and it would be possible to get to the porch from it. It was also possible to get to the tree from Teddy's room. Instead of going to the bathroom, Marsha pushed open the door to Teddy's room. As she'd suspected it would be, his bed was empty and his window was slightly ajar. He'd gone out the window, pulling it almost closed behind him climbed through the tree and dropped to the porch. The smile deepened on her face as she went back to her room. A moment after that and she was asleep.
All the next day she kept sneaking little glances at Teddy, catching him a couple of times turning his head away fast, which meant he'd been sneaking glances at her. She debated with herself about really turning him on by unbuttoning a couple of buttons on her tight sweater, but decided that it would be too much. As it was, with the sweater and a pair of toreador pants, he was almost drooling, particularly when she stretched and the sweater pulled up to reveal a thin line of flesh across her midriff.
That night when she went to bed, she waited until she was sure everybody was asleep, staying in the living room downstairs with a book. She had no idea what it was, but said it was so fascinating she couldn't wait to finish it.
The stairs creaked as she mounted them and she was sure that Teddy would be out of his room as soon as he heard her go upstairs. Calmly, acting as if there was nothing on her mind, she entered the guest room and began unbuttoning her sweater as she turned toward the French doors.
Suddenly, with a swift motion, she opened the doors and looked down at the boy crouching on the porch. "Wouldn't you rather come in and watch me undress, Teddy?" she asked.
He looked up at her, disbelief written all over his face. She watched the fear appear, then vanish, to be replaced by bewilderment. "Come on," she invited again, "it's too cold for you to be out there. Come on in where it's warm."
Teddy had risen and entered the room, looking warily about. "You ... you knew I was watching you?" he whispered, scared that his folks might hear him if he talked in a normal tone, she guessed.
"I thought so," she admitted. "I'd have felt pretty funny if you hadn't been there," she added.
"But ... don't you mind?" he asked, his voice betraying his incredulousness.
"Why should I?" she answered, slipping off her sweater to reveal the black lace bra she'd selected that morning after great deliberation. "I mean, if you didn't think I was good-looking, you wouldn't have been out there, would you?" When he shook his head, she continued: "So, you're paying me a compliment by looking at me, aren't you?"
"I ... I guess so," he whispered.
"Why should I mind that?" she asked.
He couldn't answer. Maybe he was too embarrassed, maybe he couldn't think of anything to say. In any case, he just stared at her as she unsnapped and unzipped the toreador pants and began wiggling out of them, revealing the panties that were part of a set with the bra.
When the toreadors were down to her knees, she sat on the bed and held her legs out. "Want to take them the rest of the way off?" she whispered, leaning back and propping herself up on her elbows in a way that made her tits jut up stronger than normally.
Teddy gulped and blushed, but he slid his hands along her legs, working the tight trousers off. She noticed that he was trembling and the idea excited her.
"Have you ever done anything with a girl, Teddy?" she asked. "Huh?" he gulped.
"You know," she teased. "Have you ever touched a girl, felt one up?"
"Golly, no," he whispered.
"I'll bet you'd like to, wouldn't you?"
His face turned red and he wouldn't look at her, but he nodded vigorously.
Marsha sat up and patted the bed beside her. "Sit here," she said, making it more of a command than an invitation. Teddy obeyed, although he didn't sit as close to her as she'd indicated he should.
"Have you ever really kissed a girl?" she whispered, turning him to look at her. He blushed again. "Well?" she insisted.
"Once," he whispered. "Once this girl put her tongue in my mouth."
"Did you like it?"
"Yes, ohhhh, yes," he blurted.
"Would you like to kiss me that way? Kiss me and feel me up?"
"You ... you're George's girl," he muttered, lowering his eyes.
"But George doesn't like me enough to come look at me when I'm undressing," she answered. "If you like me that much, I ought to let you do that, shouldn't I?"
Again, Teddy had no answer. Gently but firmly, she pressed him back to the bed, then twisted and leaned over him, lowering her mouth slowly toward his. "Put your arms around me, Teddy," she whispered, her lips almost on his.
His embrace was almost desperate as he grabbed her. Marsha mashed her mouth to his, twisting her lips on his savagely until his parted under her frenzied attack. At that moment, she shoved her tongue into his mouth and maneuvered again, until she was atop him, her body pressing his to the bed. She could feel his hard cock bulging against her mons veneris and she moaned, deep in her throat, as she commenced rubbing herself lightly over him while exploring the interior of his mouth with her tongue.
"Golly, golly," Teddy whispered, when she pulled her mouth away from his at last.
"Teddy," she whispered, "don't just lie there, rub your hands over me and kiss me back." She returned her lips to his and was delighted to find his tongue moving into her mouth. Hungrily, she sucked on it, while Teddy's hands slid" up and down her back and along her sides, venturing down as far as the start of the curve of her ass, and over to the sides of her tits. Again she rubbed against him, teasing herself with the slightness of the contact between them. She knew she was going to fuck the boy before the night was over.
A few moments later and she pushed herself up, kneeling over him. Swiftly she reached behind her back and undid the hooks on her bra. "Why don't you take it off?" she suggested, her voice husky with excitement.
Teddy's fingers trembled as he reached up and caught the straps of the bra, then pulled them down her arms. His eyes bulged a little as her tits came into view, the nipples already erect. Marsha let her knees move a little further apart, until her cunt was pressing against the thick bulge of his cock. She knew she had to be careful, or he'd cum in his trousers.
"Can ... can I touch them, really?" he almost moaned, as he stared at the white mounds and the angry red circles at the end of them.
"In a minute," she whispered, slipping to her feet. "Before you do that though, I want you to undress too."
"M ... m ... me?" he stammered.
"Do you think it's going to be fun to feel me up?"she asked.
"Ohhhh, yessss," he sighed.
"Well, don't I deserve some fun too? Can't I feel you up?"
As she spoke, she ran her fingers up one of his thighs, almost to his straining cock.
The boy gulped, but rose from the bed and almost tore at his clothing, so anxious was he to feel her tits. When he was naked, she caught his hands as they were reaching for her tits. "Teddy, take the rest of my clothes off," she whispered in a demanding tone.
He gulped again, but sat on the bed and caught the elastic of her panties, then peeled them down from her hips and along her thighs, until they fell of their own accord.
Marsha canted her knees outward, jutted her hips forward. Slowly, tantalizingly, she slid her fingers across her lower belly, then parted her cuntlips, spreading them back until the interior of her cunt was exposed to Teddy's staring eyes. "Know what that is?" she whispered.
"It's a pussy," he whispered, awe filling his voice.
"Know what you do with it?" she teased. "Fuckkkkkk," he sighed. He was trembling hard.
"Would you like to?" Marsha teased.
"Ohhhhh," he moaned, reaching out and tracing a finger along the moist length of her cuntal furrow.
"Let's lie down, under the covers," she whispered huskily.
Moving as if in a daze, Teddy rose to his feet and let her slip under the covers. "Get the light," she whispered and he pulled the string, plunging the room into full darkness. A second later, she felt the bed dip as he entered it.
Marsha wrapped her arms around him and pressed him tightly to herself as she pressed her mouth to his. Both tongues were sliding forward and she let his push hers back into her mouth as he reached for her tits, running his hands over them as if afraid she would stop him.
Although she moved her hands to his, it wasn't to stop him, it was to press his hands tighter to the warmth of her tits. She wedged a knee between his, rubbing her thigh along his as she slid her other hand down between them and wrapped her fingers about his little cock.
"Ohhhhh," Teddy moaned, his cock jumping in her hand, his cum splattering against her belly. With a groan, he tore himself free from her and rolled until his back was to her. She knew he was crying.
"Teddy, what's wrong?" she whispered.
"It ... it happened," he sobbed. "Before we even got started."
"So?" she asked, pressing against him, reaching over his hip to grab his cock, which was still hard. "It can happen more than once."
"It ... it ... can?" he asked.
"Sure," she whispered. "Now, turn over and feel me up good, then we'll fuck. Don't you want to fuck me?"
Instead of saying anything, he answered her by turning over again and pushing her onto her back. His mouth came down on hers and his hands commenced to slide over her body, exploring her with the eagerness that only a virgin can bring to sex.
Even as unskilled as he was, his arduous hands soon had her hot. Of course, she'd been horny to begin with, but Teddy soon had her ass lifting and falling hungrily, as if his cock were already riding in and out of her twat. "Ohhhhh," she moaned against his mouth.
A moment later, when she pushed his head toward her tits, he whispered. "When are we going to fuck?"
"After you've sucked my tits a while," she answered.
He stretched his mouth as wide as he could and took part of her tit into the warm wetness, chewing at the rubbery mound as he worked his tongue around the nipple. He had discovered her vagina and was riding two fingers in and out of it as she heaved her ass up each time his fingers slid forward. 'Teddy, Teddy," she whimpered, "now, get on me and fuck me now." Even as she spoke, she was using her hands and a leg to bring him above her.
Once he was between her spread thighs, she guided his cock to the oozing opening of her cunt, then sighed against his mouth as he drove it into her. Her legs rose, kicking the blanket and sheet down, then draped across his back. "Ahhhhh," she moaned, the cry of pleasure muffled by his mouth.
He fucked her hard and fast, pulling back and jamming his cock into her strenuously. Marsha twisted under him, rocking her hips to and fro, heaving her ass up to meet each of his thrusts into her.
Even though he'd cum, it didn't take him long before he froze over her and she felt his cock start to jump as he shot off into her. She didn't mind, she'd been cumming almost from the minute he entered her and she was still cumming as his hot jism spurted into her swampy cunt. "Ohhhh," they moaned, their fused mouths preventing the sound from carrying to any ears but theirs.
Although she hadn't wanted to, Marsha made him get dressed and go back to his room. The next afternoon, George finally suggested that she take a chance on slipping into his room at night and Marsha told Teddy she wouldn't be able to fuck him any more. At first he was disappointed, but when she told him it wasn't because he had disappointed her, but because she was going to fuck his brother, he brightened. He watched her undress that night and she smiled at him as she spread her cuntlips to remind him of where his cock had been the night before.
She and George were married the following Easter. The first time he got a chance to be alone with her, Teddy whispered: "Hey, you remember this Christmas?"
"I'm not going to be able to fuck you this time," she answered.
"Oh, I've got a girl that does," Teddy answered. "We were at her house and I reached up under her dress and touched her on that place you showed me and she got so excited she let me take her panties off and do it to her."
"You be careful," Marsha warned. "You'll get her pregnant."
"Nawwww," he assured her. "I steal those things from the store and use them."
The chiming of the clock on her mantle drew Marsha's mind back to the present. Eleven o'clock. She might as well go to bed. As she started to rise, she noticed how wet her crotch was.
"Christ," she muttered to herself, "I almost came just thinking about fucking Teddy."
It reminded her that she owed him and his wife a letter. They were still living in the little town where he'd grown up, he'd gone into pharmacy, then taken over his father's drug store, when Mr. and Mrs. Blondine had moved to Florida, a year before George had died in the plane crash.
She and Teddy had never fucked again after that one night, although Marsha knew she would fuck him again if she ever got the chance, if for no other reason than to see what it was like to fuck him now that he was a mature man.
"Mmmmmm," she thought aloud, "maybe I ought to go out and see them this summer, it's been a couple of years. If I know Molly, there'll be a couple of nights when she has a meeting, if Teddy wants to, we can get it on."
She went to sleep that night thinking about fucking her brother-in-law again after seventeen years.
CHAPTER SIX
Marsha had spent twenty minutes trying to figure out what to wear, before she'd chuckled and realized it was silly thinking about clothes when they were all going to be naked in a short time. Still, she didn't want to appear too brazen, she didn't want to answer the door wearing the robe she'd had on when John had come over with his father. Then her eyes hit a short dress she'd bought on impulse the year before, one she'd worn once and stuck in the back of the closet. It was natural leather, fringed at the bottom, with a zipper that ran down the front. She slipped it over her freshly powdered body and zipped it, then stuck her feet in sandals. There, she thought, I don't look as if I'm trying to be younger than I am, but I look hip. That was the right tone, she decided.
She was debating whether to do something with her red hair or just to leave it loose, when the doorbell rang. "Christ," she muttered, "I hope that's Harry." She wasn't sure she was looking forward to entertaining three teenagers without his presence.
It was Harry and he whistled when he saw her. "My God," he said, "I'm almost tempted to tell you to forget about the kids and fuck you myself, you look that good."
She beamed, delighted with the compliment, for she hadn't been sure whether she'd overdone it or not, since she'd striped her eyelids with several colors of liner, then started, half-a-dozen times, to wash her face, for she couldn't convince herself that she didn't look whorish. It was a thing of great importance to Marsha that she not look like a whore, even when she was with a man who'd paid for the privilege of fucking her.
"Did you find Willy?" she asked, as she followed him into the living room.
"Yeah," he said, grinning. "I not only found him, I found him at just the right time. He had some hash, but he knew another guy that was at the same place that had better and he scored some of it for me. That's what I call a friend, a guy that'll buy something for you from somebody else because it's better than what he's got to sell."
"Better than hash?" Marsha asked, wondering what it was.
"No, better hash. Willy had Lebanese, the other guy had some that was from Nepal. It's like the difference between grass from Mexico and grass from Columbia. Or Bud and Coors."
"Oh," she answered, as she walked over and started to put a few records on the stereo.
"Here," Harry said, handing her a package. "Put these on after two or three others. They're really great to fuck to, I understand." Neither he nor Marsha had ever gotten into balling to music, but they both knew that kids did. She opened the package and saw that there were several Afro-Rock albums. She set them aside, put on a few softer records, then added the harder rhythm albums to the changer and turned the pre-amp on, so all she'd have to do when the kids arrived was push a button to start the music.
"I've got some chilled wine too," she added.
"Now all we need are the kids, right?" Harry asked.
She wasn't sure how much she needed them, but she knew she wanted them. She had been thinking of John Petri and his sturdy young cock ever since she woke up that morning, thinking about it and his friend, wondering what his friend was going to be like. To be more accurate, she was wondering what his friend's cock was going to be like, and if he knew how to use it.
As they waited for the three kids to show up, Marsha looked at Harry, thinking how much younger than his age he looked. Well, having to deal with the people he did, he had to cultivate a youthful appearance. She'd met people who were connected with several of the top rock groups and there were few Ray Windsors among them, most of them being only a year or two older than the members of the group. Harry looked as if he fit in that group, with hair that fell to his shoulders and long sideburns. Today he was wearing a fancy shirt and white bells, with sandals. The average person, not knowing the facts, would've put his age around thirty, not guessing he was close to ten years older.
When the doorbell rang, they both jumped, betraying their anxiousness. Marsha waited until the bell chimed again, then moved, deliberately slowly, to answer the door. As she hoped, it was John and his friends. "Hi," she said, carefully inspecting the brother and sister, "come on in."
Bobby was taller than John by about an inch, standing close to six feet, she'd guess. He was one of those deceptively slim males that are always solider than they look and he was almost effeminate in his willowy build, with a thin face and long blond hair. His sister was a little shorter, with the same drawn face and half-hooded eyes. There was no doubt that she was female though, she had a nice set of tits. Although they were small, they stood out from her chest brazenly, the nipples plainly visible through the thin blouse she wore tied under the tits. She also had nice legs and a good ass, as her hot-pants revealed. "This is Bobby and Darlene," John said.
"I'm Marsha, and that's Harry," she answered, as the three teenagers followed her into the living room.
"Hey," Darlene exclaimed, "I know you. You let me go back stage when Blues Unlimited were here last winter."
Harry looked at her blankly for a minute, then grinned. "You said you were on the staff of your school paper," he said. "You never did send me a copy of the story."
"They didn't run it," she exclaimed. "I really am on the staff." Suddenly a big grin broke across her face. "Hey, are you the guy I'm gonna ball? That's outasight." She switched her trim young ass exaggeratedly as she moved over to him and bent to press her mouth to his, her hands sliding into his hair and tilting his head back as she poured her tongue into his mouth.
John and Bobby both closed in on Marsha and she felt a brief moment of panic as she realized she was going to have two horny young men trying to be first with her. "Wait a minute," she said, holding off the boys, "Why don't we smoke some hash first and get acquainted?"
"Hash?" Darlene breathed, stepping back from Harry. "Wowww. This is gonna be outasight."
Harry was sitting cross-legged on the floor and Darlene dropped from the kneeling position she'd taken to kiss him, curling up with her head in his lap, as he pulled a pipe and a stashbag from under him. Quickly, expertly, he sliced the hash and filled a bowl, then lit a wooden match and held it over the brown block. A second later and the air was filled with the unmistakable odor as Harry drew a long toke into his lungs and handed the pipe to the teenybopper, holding the match over the bowl, since hash had a tendency to go out easily.
By the time the bowl passed her again, from Darlene, Marsha was nicely high. She leaned back on the couch, aware that the short skirt of her dress had slid up almost high enough to reveal her crotch to the boys, who were on either side of her.
"Hey, John, she does shave it," Darlene sighed, speaking as she exhaled. "I thought he was kidding when he said you didn't have any hair on your cunt," she explained to Marsha. "Damn, that's a groove."
"Did you come here to look at Marsha's cunt?" Harry teased, slipping an arm under her and lifting her head a little.
"No," the girl answered, "I came here to get fucked. And I'm glad it's you that's going to do it. You're cool."
She threw her arms around Harry's neck and levered herself up so she could mesh her lips with his. Slowly, Harry sank back, making the young girl twist to maintain the kiss. From where she was sitting, Marsha could see the girl was working her tongue in his mouth and she felt a twinge of jealousy.
It didn't last long. "I want to get it on," John said.
"Yeahhhhhh," Bobby sighed, "let's fuck."
Marsha smiled at them and ran her hands seductively up their thighs, discovering that Bobby's cock seemed about the same as John's, shorter and slimmer than Harry's, but still more than adequate. "Okay," she said. "But listen, I want you to understand a couple of things: If you want me to suck your cocks, you're going to have to eat me."
"Good," John agreed, "I was hoping you'd let me do that to you. I asked my Dad about it the other night and he said you had the nicest cunt he'd eaten in years." Bobby didn't say anything, but he nodded vigorously and licked his full lips, as if he, too, were looking forward to it.
"Okay," Marsha said, "the other thing is, since I'm gonna take both of you on at once, we're gonna have to do things my way."
"Sure," Bobby agreed, with John nodding, "it's your party."
Marsha smiled, then reached out a slim foot and nudged Darlene. "Hey, honey, let's get this orgy started by letting the guys strip."
The teenybopper pulled her mouth from Harry's and sighed, then brightened. "Orgy? You mean we're all going to be together?"
"Why hot?" Harry asked, sitting up and kicking off his sandals. "Is it going to bug you, losing your cherry while your brother and John get it on with Marsha nearby?"
Darlene smiled. "They know why I'm here, don't they?" she asked. "If they want to look over and see you fucking me, it's not going to bug me."
"Good girl," Marsha commented, winking at the pert teenybopper.
All three of the males were down to their trousers and shorts, and all three were acutely aware that Marsha and Darlene were waiting with bated breath for them to finish stripping. Harry, being older and used to group sex, was the first to undo his belt and open his fly. As he started pushing his shorts and trousers down, the boys began undressing the rest of the way. To Marsha's surprise, Bobby was out of his clothes before John, flaunting his hard young cock before her and his sister as if bragging about it.
Harry had untied the knot that was all that was holding the teenybopper's blouse together and, as she and Marsha stood, she wiggled her shoulders, letting the sleeveless blouse slide down her arms, revealing a pair of pert but still growing tits. She undid the fasteners on her fly-front hot-pants and then looked at Marsha, as if wondering why the older woman wasn't undressing. With a smile, Marsha rose and drew the zipper on her dress down, revealing why she'd waited, since there was nothing under the dress but skin. With a nod, Darlene shoved her hot-pants and panties off, while Marsha slipped out of the doeskin outfit, glad that both boys were watching her, rather than Darlene.
While the teenybopper strutted up to Harry and rose on tiptoes to wrap her arms around his neck and pull his head down so they could kiss again, Marsha looked at the two boys, then said: "John, stretch out with a pillow under your head."
When he'd done so, she straddled his chest and lowered her cunt to his face as she ordered Bobby to lie in a way that gave her access to his stiff cock. He reached down and slid one hand over her dangling tits as John cupped her taut ass in his hands and began licking around her cunt, working on her inner thighs as if he needed to work up enough nerve to actually put his mouth on her cunt.
Harry, when he saw how Marsha was going to position herself, cupped Darlene's tight little ass in his hands and lifted her feet from the floor. She gripped his hips with her knees as he walked over and sank to the floor slowly, depositing the girl in a place where Marsha would be able to watch what he was doing to her.
Instead of stretching out beside the girl, Harry remained on his hands and knees, crouching half over her, his mouth working on hers as he started running his big hands over her trim body. From the way Darlene twisted and writhed, Marsha could tell the girl was no stranger to having her body explored by eager hands. And when she saw the teenybopper reach down and start rubbing her hand along the length of Harry's hard cock, Marsha realized that the girl was as eager to have him fuck her as he was to sink his cock into her virginal cunt.
Marsha knew Harry wouldn't rush the girl when he took her cherry, she'd have been aroused to the point that she'd be begging him to fuck her. Darlene was a long way from that point, so Marsha turned her attention to the cock of Darlene's brother.
She had been holding it lightly by the base, pumping at it a little while rubbing the head across her pouting lips. Even that had been enough to make Bobby sigh with pleasure and he began to moan as she extended her tongue and slid it across the exposed glans. In a way, Marsha was sorry he'd been circumcised, but then she remembered that John hadn't and smiled inwardly at the idea of comparing the sensation of sucking off two kinds of cocks in one afternoon. Her tongue worked faster around the bulbous head of Bobby's cock as she slid her knees a little further apart and pressed her cunt to John's mouth. "Eat me," she hissed, "get that tongue on my cunt."
Her words reached Darlene's ears and excited the teenybopper, who wrenched her mouth free from Harry's and said: "Don't spend a lot of time doing stuff I already know about, teach me new things."
"You'll learn plenty before the afternoon's over," Harry promised. Still, from, the way the girl was reacting, he knew he had already gotten to her, and he didn't want to spend too much time playing with her at first, for he knew there'd be plenty of time to explore her body and its reactions fully, once he'd popped her cherry. So he shifted his mouth, trailing it over her throat and shoulder, running it down to one of her growing tits, where he began licking slowly, working his tongue over the entire tit as he used his knee to urge her to shift in a way that would let Marsha watch him feeling her cunt.
Harry worked one arm under her head and slipped that hand over Darlene's other tit, letting her hard nipple protrude between two fingers so he could squeeze it as he flexed his fingers against the pert mound. His other hand massaged her ass for a moment, the tips working into the crack between the tight mounds as he seized her nipple in his lips and sucked noisily at it.
"Ohhhhhh," Marsha and Bobby both sighed; Marsha because John had just started pushing his tongue against her clitoris and Bobby because she had begun licking the whole length of his cock.
"Is it good, Bobby?" Darlene asked, fascinated by the way the older woman was working her tongue against his cock. She made up her mind right then that she was going to suck Harry's cock before the afternoon was over, even though the idea of having to stretch her mouth a little to accommodate the size of it was sort of scary.
John, once he'd discovered that there was nothing unpleasant about the odor of cunt, or the taste, was licking enthusiastically at Marsha's and, while his technique needed a lot of improvement, the obvious pleasure he was getting from eating her was affecting her. She ran her lips up to the top of Bobby's cock and slipped the head into her mouth, then began sucking greedily on it, while cupping his balls in one hand and squeezing them slightly. Bobby was moving his hand across her tits, pinching or rolling the hard bullets of her nipples in his fingers as he twisted and moaned under her expert mouthing of him.
Harry moved his hand around and spread the lips of Darlene's cunt, showing Marsha how hard the girl's clitoris had already gotten, how wet her cunt had become. Darlene's ass was moving in tight little circles and she was exploring his crotch eagerly, fingering his balls and sliding her hand up and down his cock. It was the first time she'd ever handled a cock she couldn't get her fingers completely around and she was glad it was so big, those friends of hers who'd been fucked had agreed that a big cock was the best kind to take the first time, for it made it easier the next fuck.
Marsha licked and sucked the head of Bobby's cock wantonly, then, when Harry began working his middle finger into Darlene's twat, she commenced bobbing her head over the stiff prick, going down on it until her lips were rubbing against the boy's pubic hair, then squeezing the cock in her mouth before dragging her lips up until only part of the head was in her mouth.
"Ohhhhhhh," Darlene moaned, as the action of a hand on one tit, a mouth on the other and a hand in her cunt all combined to make her cum. She was twisting and squirming, using her hand to try and urge Harry to fuck her.
Harry had other ideas, however. He caught her ankles and bent her legs back over her body, then cupped her ass in his hands and lifted her into the air, until only her head and shoulders were on the floor. "Wha ... what?" Darlene muttered, bewildered by the new position.
A minute later, she squealed with delight as Harry plunged his face between her slim thighs and began licking at her puffy cuntlips, working his tongue into the dewy cunt as he dug his fingers into the resilient mounds of her ass. "Ohhhhh, shit, that feels sooooo goooodddd," Darlene moaned, grabbing his head and pulling it tighter to her pussy.
"I ... I ... I'M CUMMMMINNNGGG!" Bobby yelled. His cock twitched and jetted his hot semen into Marsha's mouth and she sucked harder, trying to give him as much pleasure as she could. John's inexperienced mouthing of her cunt was getting to her and she knew she was going to coat his tongue with her cum in a moment, for the boy had thrust it deep into her twat and was wiggling it hungrily around in the tunnel of her vagina as he reached up and started squeezing one of her tits. She was rubbing her clitoris against his nose and he was making muffled noises under her.
To Marsha's delight, John didn't stop with his tongue-fucking of her when she started cumming. Her vaginal muscles tightened around his tongue, trapping it within her twat, but he wiggled it around as much as he could and squeezed her tit with renewed strength, aiding her in prolonging her cum until she rolled away from him.
"Now what?" he asked, as she sat up and looked at Harry as he continued to drive Darlene to new heights of sensation with the darting of his tongue over her young cunt.
"Bobby, stretch out on your back," Marsha suggested. When he was positioned correctly, she sat astride his hips, guiding his cock to her vaginal entrance and shoving down hard over it. "Ohhhh," he gasped, "ohhhhhh, Jesus, I'm really getting fucked."
"Now, John, come stand here so I can suck you off," Marsha instructed. She'd positioned the boys so she could fuck one and blow the other without depriving herself of the sight of Harry's head buried in Darlene's crotch. The girl was beating her fists against the floor, her head was rolling back and forth and her face was distorted with lust as Harry continued to eat her. Now he was chewing lightly at her clitoris and Darlene was sure she'd never felt anything as great as the series of cums he was giving her, cums that were making her stomach feel as if everything inside her was being shaken loose. She'd had multiple cums before, but never like this. "OHHHHHHH!" she cried, "OHHHHHH! NOW. NOWWWWW. Please. Oh, God!
PLEASEEEEE. FUCK. FUCKKKK MEEEEE!"
Bobby had been positioned in a way that allowed him to prop himself up on his elbows and twist a little so he could watch his sister and Harry. "Go ahead," he rasped, "fuck her, fuck her good."
"Yeahhhhh," John groaned. His thighs were trembling because of the action of Marsha's tongue along his cock and the way she was fingering his balls and the crack of his ass. He wanted to see Harry's big cock plow into Darlene as much as any of the rest of them. "Fuck her, Harry, give it to her."
Harry lowered the teenybopper's ass to the floor and lifted his head, letting them see that his lower face was covered with Darlene's cuntal fluids. Swiftly, he grabbed a couple of pillows and stuffed them under her ass, then stretched out on top of her, the mushroom-shaped head of his cock pushing between her cuntlips, seeking her vaginal entrance and finding it without trouble. "Do you want me to go fast or slow?" he asked the writhing teenybopper.
"Just do it," she sobbed, "just fuck me."
The other three in the room poised as they were: Marsha's thighs were trembling but she didn't lower herself the rest of the way over Bobby's cock, nor did he try to push it into her, and John stiffened with only the head of his cock in Marsha's mouth. Harry caught Darlene's knees and lifted them, bringing her feet up until her heels were against the bottom of her ass. They were far enough away from the threesome that all of them could see the girl's cunt and his cock at the entrance to it. Slowly, for he knew Darlene was getting even more excited thinking about what was going to happen, he worked his hands under her and got a sure grip on her ass. "Ready?" he asked.
"Yesssss," she moaned, clawing at his back, trying to get him to do what she'd come here to have done. "Yessss! I want it, I want it," she moaned, heaving her ass up in an attempt to impale herself on the cock that was snuggled so tantalizingly close to where it ought to be. She could actually feel the head of his cock spreading the opening of her twat a little.
"Okay," Harry muttered. He yanked up on her ass as he slammed his hips forward, forcing his cock to barrel into her tight cunt.
"AHHHHHH!" Darlene screamed, as she felt the stiff cock drive into her tight cunt. The many fingers that had ridden in and out of her had removed any trace of a maidenhead she might have had, but her cuntal passage was still tight, not used to accommodating more than a finger or two. Now she was getting a big cock in her and it hurt.
Harry drew his dick back and slammed it forward again, lifting her ass at the same time, pulling her body up around his cock as he drove it deeper into her. "Ohhhhh," Darlene moaned, grabbing his face and licking wantonly at the cum-smeared chin as she sought to assure him that she didn't care that he was stretching her cunt painfully, that all she cared about was the fact that she was, finally, getting fucked.
Marsha redoubled her efforts with the boys, grinding her cunt faster and harder over Bobby's trembling cock as she sucked greedily on John's hard meat. Her tits slapped against the standing boy's leg as she fucked his friend and all three of them watched as Harry battered his way deeper into Darlene's cunt, until he was embedded to the hilt in the teenybopper's snatch.
"Shitttt," he groaned. The tightness of the virginal cunt was too much for him and he began spurting his cum into her, his cock jiggling her cunt as he unloaded gob after gob of hot jism into her swampy twat. The intensity of his cumming set Darlene off again and she dug her fingers savagely into his back as she shuddered under him, her mouth slack with lust and her tits heaving under his chest. "OOOOOHHHHHH," she moaned, "I love it."
John could hold back no longer. He'd gotten very excited when eating Martha and her mouth on his cock, combined with the scene he'd just witnessed, was too much for him to bear. His cock jumped in the wantonly sucking mouth and he groaned as he grabbed Marsha's head and dragged her mouth further down on his spewing cock, feeling her suck harder as she sought to drain him of his cum.
Bobby's hips surged upward, pushing his cock deeper into Marsha's cunt. He felt as if he were cumming, although nothing was escaping from the pee-hole on the head of his cock. "Ahhhhh," he moaned, as he felt Marsha's vaginal muscles spasm around the length of his cock.
When John staggered backward to the couch and flopped down, Marsha let herself topple away from Bobby and lay on her side, her body shaking. Harry had collapsed over Darlene and the teenybopper's legs had slid to a flattened position. She was still shuddering under the sweaty body of the man that had just given her her first real fuck, shaking and heaving as she gasped incoherently.
At last, Harry pushed himself to his hands and knees. "I ... goddamn, Darlene, for a cherry, she threw me a mean fuck."
"Was I really good?" she sighed, beaming with pride at the idea.
"Damned good," he answered. Then he turned to Marsha. "Let's do that wine and some more hash while we're resting up for the next round. That sound okay to everybody?"
No one had any objections, although John crawled to his pants and extracted two joints, which he insisted they smoke. "All three of us pooled what we had left and this is what we got," he explained.
Once they'd finished the wine and renewed their high, it was Darlene who suggested they all cool off by getting in the shower together. Twenty minutes later, cooled and refreshed, they returned to the living room, where Harry lit the pipe of hash they hadn't smoked.
As it was going around, Darlene kept staring at Marsha's cunt. "What's it like to eat a woman?" she asked John, who was sitting next to her.
Before he, or Harry, could answer, her brother spoke: "Why don't you find out?"
"Huh?" she asked, staring at him in bewilderment. "How?"
"Eat Marsha," he suggested.
Darlene's eyes widened as she looked at the older woman. "Do you want to, honey?" Marsha asked, spreading her legs even wider apart to open her cunt more. Darlene was on her knees, sitting on her heels and she moved toward Marsha, who was on the couch.
"Could ... would you mind?" she whispered, licking her lips in obvious anticipation.
"Naw, why would she mind?" John urged the teenybopper on.
Marsha shivered at the idea of letting another female go down on her. She'd never experienced that although she'd wondered what it would be like.
"Go ahead, Darlene," Harry rasped, as excited at the prospect of seeing one woman eat another as the boys were. He had seen it before, but only in sex-shows, and the knowledge that Darlene was untutored in the act added to his sense of desire to watch the child eat Marsha. "Go ahead," he urged, reaching up and pushing the teenybopper's head toward Marsha's cunt.
"Don't force her if she's scared," Marsha said.
She couldn't have picked better words if she'd read Darlene's mind. The teenybopper prided herself on being willing to try anything, and, when Marsha suggested she might be chicken, she threw herself forward, pressing her mouth to the open cunt of the older woman. "Ohhhhh," Marsha sighed, as she shifted her pelvis to make it easier for Darlene to lick her cunt.
It was the hash and grass and wine and the general air of depravity, they all knew that, but that didn't change the fact that the teenybopper was working her tongue greedily over the shaven cunt of the other woman. Darlene snorted as she ran her tongue up and down the cuntal furrow, remembering the way Harry had eaten her.
Harry, who had been sitting on the other side of Darlene, slid forward and began running his hands over her ass and thighs, while John and Bobby both started rubbing her tits. As far as the teenybopper was concerned, it was fantastic, having three males play with her body while she made Marsha sigh and moan with pleasure as the hot little tongue lapped at her clitoris or raced up and down her cuntal furrow. Marsha grabbed her own tits and squeezed them as she humped her cunt against Darlene's face and the girl began fucking her twat with her tongue in a series of short jabs.
"Jesus," Harry gasped suddenly, pulling Darlene's face from between Marsha's thighs, "I've got to have you again, baby." He pressed his mouth to hers, tasting Marsha's juices in the girl's mouth as his tongue invaded it and his hands grabbed her tits.
Marsha almost yelled in disappointment, she'd been on the verge of cumming when Harry had pulled Darlene away. But before she lost the keen edge of excitement, Bobby was sliding from the couch and his mouth was taking up the task his sisters had been forced to abandon. John, not to be left out, spread Darlene's thighs, cupped her ass in his hands and lifted her cunt to his lowering mouth, drilling his tongue into her vagina as soon as his lips met the lips of her pussy.
The teenybopper locked her legs around John's body, forcing his face tighter to her cunt, as Harry began working his hands on her tits, brushing his thumbs across the hard nipples while he ran his tongue around the inside of her mouth. Marsha was screaming as Bobby's sucking mouth brought her to the point where she started cumming and he sucked harder as her cries excited him more and more. God, he thought, eating cunt's a gas, a real gas.
Both Harry and John knew when Darlene came. Her body arched off the floor so violently that she escaped from both their grips on her and lay, curled in a ball, shuddering harder than she had when she'd cum from getting fucked. Marsha's climax was so strong that she, too, pushed her man away from her and lay, her tits heaving, as thrill after thrill coursed through her. "Christ," Harry muttered, "just Christ."
When Darlene recovered, Harry started to move toward her, in expectation of rolling between her thighs and plowing his cock into her cunt again. To his surprise, she sat up and stopped him with her hands on his shoulders. "No," she whispered, "I want to try doing it to you with my mouth."
"Sure," he breathed, stretching out, his cock pointing skyward. "Come up here and let me eat you, too."
As the teenybopper obeyed, she said, "I wish I could suck you and get fucked at the same time."
"Stay on your hands and knees," Marsha suggested, "and John can fuck you dog-fashion."
"Not John," Darlene said, taking everybody by surprise. "I want Bobby to fuck me." Her brother almost collapsed. He'd wanted to throw his dick to her ever since she started turning into a young woman but he'd been sure she'd never let him, and he'd never said anything about it to her. Now she was asking him to fuck her and he didn't know what to do.
Marsha caught this hesitation and smiled. "Get on your knees behind her, with your belly right up against her ass," she told him. She slid to the floor and stretched out, her head against Harry's shin. "Johnny, come fuck me," she said, as she reached out and caught Bobby's cock, rubbing the head of it up and down Darlene's cuntal furrow for a moment, then positioning it at her twathole. "Just don't go too fast at first, or it'll slip out," she told Bobby, who jammed his cock, hard, into his sister's cunt.
Johnny was fucking her excitedly, his head turned in a way that let him watch what Darlene was doing to Harry. What she was doing was licking his entire cock, racing her tongue around it as he reached down and commenced stroking her pert little tits. He caught Marsha looking at him and winked, unable to believe the good luck they were having. These kids were fantastic.
Marsha, after she'd guided Bobby's cock to his sister's cunt, hadn't moved her hand much, just slid it up and started stroking Darlene's clitoris with it. "Take Harry's cock in your mouth," she urged the teenybopper and then watched, mouth slack, as Darlene lifted her head, stretched her mouth open as far as she could and forced the bulbous head inside.
"AHHHHHHH!" Harry yelled, as the girl's teeth scraped against his sensitive cockhead. He knew that he was going to get his rocks in her mouth and that it was going to be a blow-job he'd never forget.
John was working his hands against Marsha's tits as he slid his cock in and out of her cunt, fucking her hard enough that his balls were slapping against her ass each time he thrust forward. She threw her legs in the air and crossed them over his back, as she began heaving her ass up hard to meet his descending cock. "Ohhhhhh, John, fuck me good," she gasped, "fuck me good."
Darlene was going crazy with all the new sensations she was experiencing: A man's cock in her mouth, filling it, forcing her to breathe through her nose; her brother's cock riding in and out of her cunt, his belly slapping against her ass, his fingers digging into her thighs as he pumped faster and harder into her; the feel of Marsha's fingers tweaking and strumming her clitoris. It was almost more than she could stand, but she knew she'd endure it and more. The afternoon was still young, there were lots of other things they'd do.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Marsha watched the teenaged girl running up the steps to the second floor of her house, waiting until she was out of hearing before turning to Harry and saying: "Jesus, Harry, I'm glad I caught you. I thought she was going to spend a week with this friend of hers from school, then go off to camp. Only the girl got word that her grandmother had died and, all of sudden, here I am, with my kid showing up at eight this morning. And John's coming over with Bobby."
"Bobby?" Harry asked. "I'm suprised at that, I thought he was getting all he could handle at home."
"Huh?" Marsha asked.
"Darlene came over to my office the day before yesterday," Harry explained. "Wanted to know if I could get her tickets to the concert last night. I didn't have any left but I gave her a pass to get her and Bobby and John and another girl backstage. She said she and Bobby'd been fucking like crazy, two or three times a night, ever since last Saturday. Apparently, he could've had her cherry if he'd asked her to fuck him, he was just afraid to."
"Well, she's fucked John a couple of times. But she went somewhere with her family. Bobby's staying here, at John's."
"So, what do you want me to do with Mary?" he asked, referring to her thirteen year-old daughter.
"I don't care," Marsha said. "Just keep her away from the house until six or so, that'll give me time to fuck the kids real good and get them out of here. I'll tell them to cool it until after next weekend, when she'll be off to camp. Goddamn it, I'm gonna be horny as hell by the time she leaves."
"She's old enough she doesn't need a sitter," Harry reminded her. "Leave her here one night and go out, we can go to my place."
Marsha shook her head. "I can't. I feel guilty enough about not seeing any more of her or Mona than I do. Now that she's here, I'm going to have to spend all the time I can with her. Shit! If Mona didn't have a job as counselor at camp this summer, I'd get her down here too. She's got to be there for orientation before the others show up, so she'll know what to do. It just really cramps my style, having them around."
"I know," Harry agreed. "My boys go to school and camp, camp and school, spend their holidays at their grandparents."
They could hear the shower running as Mary Blondine prepared for her introduction to the town. Marsha had given her some story about business that had to be taken care of that afternoon, told her Harry was a good friend who wasn't busy, that he was going to show her around town until the meeting was over.
"Tell me," Marsha said, leaning toward him, "did you get it on with Darlene when she came to your office?"
"What do you think?" Harry chuckled.
"I'll bet you did," Marsha said. "I know you."
"Shit," he countered, "I didn't have to try. As soon as we got inside, she started groping me. Then, after I got it set up so they could go backstage last night, she opened my pants, took my cock out and sucked me off. I mean, you know what she is, she's just a cock-hungry kid. She took her panties off while she was blowing me, then hopped up on my lap and fucked me, didn't need me to play with her or anything, just knelt over me and sank down on it, snorting and gasping and gurgling the whole time. I swear, she must've cum a couple of times from blowing me, she was wet and goddamn, she was so hot when she finished."
Marsha shook her head. "Doesn't your secretary wonder what goes on in your office when you're in there with a chick like Darlene, or a woman like me?"
"Betty? She knows what's going on. She just doesn't care. At least, not enough to ever say anything. She's a super-groupie, all she cares about is fucking musicians, and she gets to meet the big ones through working for me. I don't think she's heard a week-night concert in two years, she takes a diet pill when she gets off work, talks all through the concert and then fucks anybody with the show that wants her; the musicians, managers, equipment people, it doesn't matter to her. She'll come in the next morning with a goofy grin on her face because she didn't get any sleep the night before, but she'll get her work done, then go right home and sleep for fourteen hours and come in again."
"Did you ever fuck her?" Marsha asked.
"A couple of times, when she first started working for me," Harry admitted. "I'm close enough to show business that she'd accept me. I just found out the bigger you are, the better she is, and I decided it wasn't worth the hassle. I didn't want her to get the idea that she could goof off because I was plowing her, so I stopped."
The sound of the shower stopped and they started talking about inconsequential things, killing time until Mary came downstairs, dressed in denim bells and a multi-colored overblouse. "May I go barefooted, Mom?" the girl asked. "We have to wear shoes all the time at school."
"All right, dear," Marsha said. "Now you run along with Mr. Stokes and have a good time. Be sure to behave yourself."
"Yes, Mom," Mary said. When she and Harry were outside, she sighed. "Mom still thinks I'm a little kid that doesn't know what's happening," she complained. She stepped closer to him and asked: "If I tell you something, will you promise not to tell Mom?"
"Sure," Harry answered, wondering what kind of secret she was going to reveal.
"Well, I smoke grass," she said. "And, Mona, that's my sister, she's fifteen, said that next year I can trip. She says fourteen's a good age to start tripping. You know, on acid."
Harry's car was parked in the next block and they were nearing it when John and Bobby turned the corner heading toward Marsha's. The boys didn't see Harry, which was a relief to him, but Mary saw them going up the steps to her mother's house as Harry drove by.
"Hey, what were those kids doing going to Mom's?" she asked.
"They were probably going to the office next door," Harry said. Marsha lived in a two-story duplex and the other half of the building housed a concern that dealt in stamps.
"No, the guy that owns it was going out when we came in, and he said he was going on vacation, that he wouldn't be back 'til the end of next week." Mary swiveled around to kneel on the seat and looked out the back window. "If they were going there, they'd have come back down the stairs and they haven't. I'll really bet they were going to Mom's."
"Maybe they were collecting for some drive, or they're the paperboys," Harry said.
"Mom doesn't get a paper," Mary said. "We stopped on the way into town and picked one up to see what was at the movies tonight. Go around the block and let's see if they've come out. I've got a funny feeling that my mother's up to something."
Harry was about to tell her she was letting her imagination get the best of her, when he turned his head and gulped. The way the girl was leaning over the back of the seat, her blue jeans were stretched tight across her ass and thighs and there was no mark to indicate that she was wearing anything under them. An idea began to form in his head, an idea that returned the minute he stopped trying to push it away.
"Please, Mr. Stokes," Mary asked, "go back. I don't know if you know it or not, but I'm a Pisces and Pisces are supposed to be psychic and I just know something funny's going on back there. Will you? Please?"
"Okay," Harry said, "I'll humor you. If you'll call me Harry."
"Good," the girl breathed, "you look too young for me to call you Mr. Stokes."
Harry made a right turn and, halfway down the block, turned into an alley. The row of buildings that Marsha lived in, all but hers occupied by stores or businesses, were built against a hill, so the back yard could be entered only from the second floor. (The houses across the street were entered on the second floor and the back yards were below the main entrance.) Marsha lived where she did so she wouldn't have to worry about nosy neighbors, for most of the buildings were deserted on weekends and no one paid any attention to the coming and going of people in the buildings on either side of them. The only reason the stamp dealer had spoken to Marsha, Harry knew, was that she owned the duplex and he leased his space from her.
Halfway down the alley, he parked. The gate to the back yard wasn't locked, so the trashmen could get to the garbage cans. Marsha didn't have to worry about someone getting in that way, when she wasn't at home or when she was asleep, she turned on a loud burglar alarm and the police patrolled the neighborhood regularly at night. "Now," he said, as he and Mary got out of the car. "We can go in the back way and see if anything funny's going on. But I'll bet you there isn't."
"What'll you bet me?" Mary asked. "I don't have much money."
"Hmmmmm," he said. "How about a joint against a kiss?"
The girl giggled, clapped her hand against her mouth to prevent the sound from carrying, for they were entering the yard behind her mother's house.
Quietly they crossed the yard and reached the door. The second floor contained two bedrooms and the bath, as well as the top of a flight of stairs that led up from the kitchen. If Harry knew Marsha, and he'd been sleeping with her long enough to think that he did, she'd be still in the living room. She and Bobby and John might move to the bedroom, but he was willing to bet, more than he had bet Mary, that they'd be downstairs.
That was okay with him though, if they were, the chances were that he'd win his bet with Mary, which would suit him just fine. Yes indeed, it'd suit him just fine. He hadn't said how he was going to kiss her if he won, or where.
Carefully, motioning to Mary to be quiet, he eased the door open. Then on tiptoes, they entered the carpeted hall.
"OHHHHH!"
The cry of pleasure reached them just as they entered. Harry felt the girl touch his hand and, when he turned to look at her, he saw her sparkle. I told you so, she mouthed at him.
Harry was ready to leave then, but he reckoned without the natural curiousity of a thirteen year-old girl. Mary slipped past him and proceeded down the hall, motioning for him to follow her. There was nothing else he could do.
When you entered Marsha's house, you were in the living room and the front stairs rose from it, with nothing but a bannister on that side; consequently, anyone at the top of the stairs could look down and see what was going on in the room below. Mary pressed herself to the wall and peeped around the corner, then drew back with her hand to her mouth, as if she were stifling a sound. She slipped back down the hall indicating that Harry was to take her place.
He did so and looked, cautiously, at the room below. Marsha was on the couch, her head thrown back and her eyes shut. She was completely nude, as were John and Bobby. Both of the little boys were sucking on a full tit and rubbing Marsha's thighs, which were widely spead. She in turn, was busy pumping her hands along their hard cocks.
Harry had no way of knowing that, as soon as Bobby and John got inside, they both claimed the privilege of being the first to eat her. Marsha had smiled and proposed a contest to settle the question: They'd all strip and then, while they sucked her tits and stroked her legs and cunt, she'd jerk them off. Whoever came first between them would get his cock sucked while the other licked her pussy.
John had been quick to understand. "Whoever cums will be able to last a lot longer when you're sucking him, won't he?" he asked.
She nodded. "And the other'll be cooled down by the time I start sucking him, so he won't shoot off right away and spoil it."
"It's a deal," Bobby said, pulling his T-shirt over his head. John nodded and started stripping too. Within half a minute, the three of them were naked and on the couch, the boys licking her tits as she commenced to massage their cocks. Both boys were trying as hard as they could to think of things that would hold them back from cumming, for both had been sincere in their desire to be the first to eat her. Harry moved back toward the door, but Mary took his place for another look. How strange her mother's snatch looked to her, without any hair on it. She was quite proud of the tangled bush that had developed over her cunt in the last seven or eight months and wondered why her mother's wasn't even hairier than her own. Maybe she'd see her Mother naked sometime when she could ask her about it. There had to be a reason Mary decided, but she had no idea what it was. She'd seen women older than her mother when she'd had swimming lessons at the all-girls school she went to and they had hair on their cunts.
Golly, golly, she thought, gulping. She couldn't watch any longer, couldn't stand seeing her mother twisting about as the boys sucked harder on her tits and rubbed her thighs. Both boys were avoiding touching Marsha's cunt for fear that to do so would hinder them in their attempt to refrain from cumming, but Mary had no way knowing that. All she knew was that mother had a look on her face like she'd never seen before, a look that made her seem part angel and part animal and that caused Mary's heart to beat faster. Or was that because of what she saw her mother doing to the boys, moving her hands up and down around the boys' hard things?
The girl almost cried out when Harry touched her, but she bit her lower lip just in time to stifle the sound. He jerked his head toward the door and she followed him on wobbly legs, thinking that Mona was going to say she was a liar when, if, she told her older sister about what she'd just seen. The thing that Mona wasn't going to believe was that there were two of them, neither of them any older than she or her sister. Golly, her own mother, fucking a couple of kids.
Harry noticed that she was shaking as they reached the back yard and smiled when he turned his back to her to pull the door shut. It had worked out even better the way it had than it would have if he'd won the bet, he imagined. If he could play his cards right, that was, he told himself. But Harry was a good gambler. He'd put himself through college and built up a bankroll at the same time by playing his cards right. He could still do it.
"I guess I owe you a joint," he said, slipping his arm lightly around the teenybopper's shoulders.
"I ... I guess so," Mary mumbled. She felt funny, having him touch her, after what she'd just seen, but she made no move to get away from the arm encircling her, not even when he tightened it a little and pulled her next to him, until their hips rubbed together when they walked.
"We'll have to go to my house and get it," he said, which wasn't really true, for he always kept grass and hash at his office.
"I ... I think I'd like that," Mary whispered, looking at him out of the corner of her eyes. Golly, she couldn't understand it, her nipples were standing up like she'd been out in the cold and she felt all tingling and wet in her cunt. All at once, she said, as much to her surprise as his: "You know, I wish you'd won that bet. I really wish you'd won it."
CHAPTER EIGHT
"You did what? Marsha exclaimed, staring at Harry Stokes in disbelief.
"I seduced your daughter, " he repeated. "How could you?" she shrieked. "It was easy," he said.
"Don't be flip, Harry," she warned, "I'm in no mood for it."
"I'm not being flip," he answered. "You asked me, I told you."
"You know I could have you thrown in jail for a long time," she said, her voice full of anger.
"I know you're smarter than that," he answered. They had been seated in the living room of her house. Marsha was on her feet, standing before him, her hands fisted on her hips, her eyes blazing.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked.
"Well, what happens to you when the judge asks why Mary was with me and you tell him you had to get her out of the house because these two little boys were coming over and you wanted to fuck them?" Harry looked up at her. "Don't get uptight. I didn't rape her, I seduced her. She enjoyed it. It wasn't any kind of traumatic experience for her or anything."
"Jesus, Harry, she's just a baby," Marsha exclaimed.
"She's less than a year younger than Darlene," he retorted.
"Darlene's been around a lot more than Mary," Marsha reminded him. "She's been making out with boys for two years when you popped her cherry."
"And you think Mary wouldn't have started making out with boys a year ago if she'd been able to?" Harry asked. "Look, Mary was more than ready to find out what it was like," he added.
"She didn't even know what it was," Marsha said. "She's been going to an all girls school since she was seven."
"Yeah," Harry said. "Shut away from boys, no exposure to them at all, except three or four times a year when she's visiting some relatives. Not all of the girls at her school have spent their whole life there or at camp.
"That girl Mary was going to stay with between school and camp, you know why she was at that school? Mary told me. It seems she used to go up in the room over her parents' garage and fuck five or six guys an afternoon. One of the guys told his older brother, who came over and took his turn one day. But he fucked other girls and one of them gave him a dose of clap. Thirteen different boys named Adrian as the source of their infection. She wasn't even twelve.
"Do you really think Mary didn't know what sex was? Come on! She knew about it, she'd just never had a chance to find out what it was like to experience it. Then she found herself with a chance and she took it. Do you know that the longest she'd ever been with a male that wasn't kin to her was five minutes, walking home from church last Christmas in Ohio? It's the same with her sister. You'll be lucky if they don't get so horny they start fooling around with girls. If they haven't already. A lot of kids that go to that kind of school do, you know."
"My God, Harry, you don't think they're queer, do you?" Marsha asked, the color draining from her face.
"Not any more than you or Darlene," he answered. "She went down on you, you played with her clitoris while Bobby was fucking her, but neither of you're queer. I'm just saying they could turn to women, since that's all that's available." He looked at her as she sank to the couch beside him, her body shaking.
"Jesus," she moaned, "H. Christ."
"Want a drink?" he asked.
"I need one," she admitted. Harry crossed to the bar and mixed her a strong Scotch and water, then mixed a weaker one for himself. Marsha tossed off half of hers in one gulp, shuddered, and set the glass down. "All right, Harry," she sighed. "Tell me about it."
"Well," he said, editing the truth a little, at least at the start of the story, "she saw John and Bobby come in here. I tried to convince her that she was wrong but she insisted they came in this house. She was going to get out and walk back here to see what was going on. I figured the best thing was to go with her. We came in the back way, and she saw you sitting there, with them sucking tits and you jerking them off. She was kind of upset. She wanted to know if I'd give her a joint to help her calm down."
"Oh, Goddddddd," Marsha moaned, burying her face in her hands, "She saw me?"
It was a rhetorical question and Harry didn't bother to answer. Instead, he continued with his story. "We went to my place and I gave her a joint. She'd already told me she smoked, so I wasn't corrupting her, or anything.
"Then we talked and she told me about all the stories she'd heard from girls at school or camp, she asked me why the guys had been sucking your tits. I told her it was something men liked to do. She wanted to know why you were shaking and moaning and I said it made you feel good.
"Well, she looked like she didn't believe me.
Now, get this, if I'd planned to seduce her, I could've started right then by offering to prove it to her. But I didn't." What Harry didn't mention was that he'd been hesitant about rushing the girl, that he'd planned to talk to her some more, then remind her about her wishing she'd lost the bet and saying that, if he'd won, he was going to kiss her tit. He just hadn't had to.
"What happened?" Marsha asked.
"She said she didn't see how it could make you feel good and I told her that she'd find out some time, when somebody did it to her. So she wanted to know when she was going to get a chance, since she never saw any boys. I said she'd get a chance, she'd just have to take it when it came.
"We did another joint, and she started asking why you were doing it with Bobby and Johnny, because they were so young. I said-I'm not giving you this verbatim, you understand, just the gist of it-that people, most of them, by the time they were twelve or thirteen, were old enough to have sex.
"I'm thirteen,' she said. Then, so help me God, she grabbed that blouse and whipped it over her head and asked me to show her how it felt when somebody kissed her tits. Well, what was I supposed to do? I mean, you know what she looks like; she's built damned nice for her age."
"She's got a better build at thirteen than I had," Marsha admitted.
"I didn't believe it when I saw her in that bikini, I thought it was padded, but I know it isn't, I saw her take it off. She's got nice little tits."
Harry nodded. They had been nice, the size of large lemons, but a whole lot sweeter. "I said I didn't know if it was a good idea, that it might lead to other things. She didn't pick up on that, she just started crying. I asked her what was wrong. 'Mom makes me go away as soon as I get here,' she said, 'so she can do things with a couple of kids, and I want you to do things with me and you won't.' Then she said nobody liked her at all."
"Fuck," Marsha muttered. "You had to suck on her titties, just to prove her wrong."
"That's what I figured," Harry said. He was telling it the way it had really happened, he just wasn't admitting that there had been a plan behind his initial refusal to suck Mary's tits, that he'd been afraid she'd want to stop there.
"So I started kissing around her tits," he said. "She dug it. I mean, she really dug it. She was moaning and kicking her legs and holding my head and carrying on like crazy.
"Then, when she was throwing her hands around, I mean, one minute she was pulling my mouth down to cover all of her tit, the next she was pushing at me like she wanted me to stop, only when I tried, she'd grab me and stuff a tit back in my mouth. Anyway, her hand touched my cock.
"Well, right away she remembered what you'd been doing. She asked me and I told her the truth. I figured she was too old to lie to, that she'd figure out I was lying. So I said you'd been doing it to make the guys feel good."
"And?" Marsha prompted.
"And, she said, since I was making her feel good, she ought to be doing the same thing to me. I thought to myself, here's my chance to stop this." What Harry had really thought was: Here's my chance to see if I can score.
"What'd you do?"
"I said to her: 'Well, your mother and those boys were naked.' She just hopped up and undid her jeans and pushed them off. They were all she was wearing. And she looked at me and said I should get undressed.
"Probably, I should've taken her across my lap and paddled her ass, but we'd done a couple of joints, remember. Here was this sexy little number, whose tits I'd just been sucking, throwing that pretty little cunt in my face and telling me to strip, and I was thinking about the fact that I wasn't going to get laid for a week and, well, I started to, then I stopped. She reached out and pulled down the zipper on my trousers and reached inside. I just couldn't stop then. Okay, I thought, I'll let her play with me and I'll suck her tits and when I've cum, I'll stop.
"So, I stripped. She just stared at my cock like she didn't believe it. 'Are they all that big?' she asked. I told her mine was bigger than most. She sat down and threw her legs apart and said: "Okay, now, you do what you were doing to my tits and I'll rub it like Mom was doing for those guys."
"Well, I'll be honest, I was going to stop after she made me cum, I really was. She got both hands on it and started pumping and I started getting hotter and hotter, and then she took one hand away and grabbed one of mine and put it on her leg, real near her cunt, and reminded me that the boys had been playing with your legs and I started rubbing hers and, all of a sudden, she moved in some and I had my hand on her cunt and, well, she was wet and hot and she started moaning: 'Harry, Harry, eat me. Please. Eat me.' "
He paused and took another drink.
"Go on," Marsha urged. Harry sipped again and studied her covertly, noticing immediately that her face was flushed and her nipples stiff under her thin halter. That, and the flaring of her nostrils, told him that Marsha was getting excited by hearing about the seduction of her daughter. "Go on," she urged again, her voice husky.
"What could I do?" he asked, shrugging his shoulders. "I was stoned. Not that that's any excuse, it's just the way it was. And here this beautiful little chick was humping her ass up at me, begging me to go down on her. I figured if she knew what she was asking, and she wouldn't have been asking for it if she didn't know what it was, I ought to.
"So, I caught her ass under and lifted her hips and ran my tongue along her cunt."
For the third and final time, Harry edited the story. In reality, when Mary had begged him to eat her, he'd looked at her for a long moment, then said: "If I do that, I'm going to fuck you too." To which she replied: "Good, I want you to do that to me.
"What happened?" Marsha asked, almost moaning.
"The minute I hit her clit with my tongue, she started cumming," Harry said. "I shifted my mouth and started sucking at her, thinking how much better than Darlene she tasted, how much like you she tasted. She tangled her fingers in my hair and threw her feet as far away from each other as she could and just ground her cunt against my face, screaming and hollering and humping her ass up to rub her cunt against my face. She was really going crazy."
"And you were loving it, weren't you, you bastard?" Marsha sighed. From the tone of her voice, Harry knew she was no longer mad at him for deflowering Mary, that she'd forgiven him, even if she hadn't acknowledged it. "I know you, you prick," she said, "it was a big ego-trip to you, making her cum that hard."
"I've only known one woman to cum harder, and you've had more practice," he said.
"Anyway," Harry went on, "I figured if I did a really good job, she might go ahead and finish jerking me off. So, when she started reacting a little less wildly, I started on her clit again. My God, she couldn't get enough. I finally stopped because I was getting scared she wouldn't be able to if I didn't and I didn't want her to pass out.
"Then she started begging me to fuck her. 'Fuck me, Harry,' she was screaming. I mean, at the top of her lungs. 'Fuck me, Harry, fuck me, Harry!' I didn't think about anything like how old she was, all I could think about was the fact that my nuts were aching and my face was covered with her cunt juices and she was lying there spread-eagled, begging me to do it."
"So you' just plowed it to her?" Marhsa whispered.
"No, " Harry contradicted her. "I started to, but I was still together enough to know that she was cherry. I got on her and I got it in place, then I moved her legs between mine. She opened her eyes and asked me what I was doing and I told her if it hurt, she should squeeze her legs together to stop me."
"Did she?" Marsha asked, leaning forward, her hands balled into fists and resting on her knees.
"No," he said. "I slid it in really slow, going just a little at a time. She winced a little at first, but she took it all the way without whimpering or objecting.
"I was gonna go easy, let her get used to it, but I couldn't hold back. I lifted my legs and she slid hers out without my having to tell her, then threw 'em around me. She held me so tight I couldn't really drive it to her, I had to heave my ass back to get it out of her, then I'd slide it home again. It only took her a minute to get the rythm and she was throwing her ass up to me, fucking like she'd been doing it for years. The first thing I knew, she was working her ass like a champ, and she had her mouth on mine and her tongue in my mouth and I was holding her ass and then I started cumming and I thought I was never gonna stop. I mean, I just kept cumming and cumming and cumming and she was still throwing her ass up to me, like she wanted to get enough to last her for two or three years, in case she didn't get another chance to fuck for that long. Finally, I came to my senses enough to tell her to stop. I made her lie there, told her not to move at all. Upstairs, in a closet, was my wife's douche bag and some powder and I fixed it up and then lifted her and carried her into the bathroom and douched her out good so nothing would happen. I mean, I gave her two treatments, explaining what I was doing while I did it.
"We went back to the living room and smoked another joint and that's when she told me about Adrian and some of the other girls that she's met at school and camp. My God, the things those kids know. You know what she asked me? She wanted to know why, when I started to cum, if I was worried about her getting knocked up, I hadn't just shoved it up her ass? She said everybody knew that if a girl was cumming good, a guy could pull out of her cunt and stick it in her asshole and she'd never know the difference, that she'd just keep right on cumming, and feel him cum."
"Harry," Marsha said. He looked at her, his eyebrows going up as she stood and shoved off her shorts, "let's see if that's true."
"Huh?"
"Fuck me real good, Harry, and when I'm cumming, take it out and shove it up my ass and see if I know the difference and if I can still feel you cum."
The only problem was, when he was ready to start cumming, she had her legs so tightly around him that he couldn't get his cock out of her twat, much less into her ass. And, after that, they forget about the experiment and just fucked until they were exhausted.
CHAPTER NINE
Marsha was bored. Harry had gone to New York a couple of days earlier, with one of the groups he managed. He'd gotten them a recording contract with a small local label and their first record had sold so well that a major company was interested in signing them to a long term contract. Harry didn't expect to be back until the end of the week.
Deciding to go out and just wander around for a while, Marsha started down the steps to the sidewalk, when she saw John Petri and a couple of boys walking toward her. She paused, sure that they were heading to her house. They were.
"This is Sam and this is Roger," John said, when she led the three of them back inside. "Want to get stoned and have some fun?"
She knew what he meant, did she want to get stoned and fuck them? Sure, she did. It might be a gas, taking on three boys at once. "Yeah," she said.
John pulled out a handful of joints and lit one, handing it to her, as each of the boys reached for a joint and lit up. The grass was extra good and Marsha felt it take effect as soon as she finished her second toke. "Mmmmmm," she murmured, kicking off her shoes and relaxing.
By the time the joints were too small to handle without aid, John had put some music on and started taking his clothes off. It didn't bother Marsha that he was acting as if he knew his way around her house or as if he had some sort of right to play host, she knew he was on an ego-trip, showing off his familiarity with her before his friends, but that was okay, he was providing her with a new sensation and she was grateful enough that she didn't mind him trying to look good before Sam and Roger.
"Hey, you guys, show Marsha what you've got," he told the boys. She imagined that they were both about a year younger than he, or his age at the most. Not that it mattered, they seemed nervous enough to be virgins and she shivered inwardly at the idea of being the first to show them what sex was really all about.
Roger and Sam stripped, although she noted that they were shy about taking their shorts off, even though they both had hard-ons. John had disrobed without hesitation and walked around with his hard cock pointing ahead of him as if he were completely at home with her when in that state and she smiled as she remembered how hard she'd had to work to get his cock up the first time she'd fucked him. It pleased her to see how self-assured he'd grown since then, and she enjoyed the idea that fucking him three times before this had had so great an effect on him.
Only when all three of the boys were naked did she rise. Then, with a wink at John, she said to the others: "Why don't you guys undress me?"
They gulped, but set to work, their hands trembling as they began undoing the buttons and zippers of her blouse, slacks, bra. At the last minute, John stepped forward and announced: "I'll take her panties off, you guys start sucking her tits." Marsha knew what he was going to do and he did it. As soon as she sat down and lifted her ass, she felt him drawing her panties down and then, once they were free of her feet, he was spreading her legs and his hungry mouth was dropping onto her cunt, his lips and tongue going to work on her clitoris as he reached under her and cupped her firm ass in his hands.
Roger and Sam were on either side of her, their mouths hot and eager on her full tits. Marsha could've jerked them off, but she contented herself with running her hands over them, feeling the tensed muscles of their young asses and strong thighs. She was going to have to use all of her ingenuity to keep one of them from being left out at any given moment and her mind was racing as she tried to think of ways to prevent that.
Luckily, neither of them was possessed of an overly large cock; in fact, both boys' tools were slimmer and shorter than normal, and her inventive mind quickly seized on an idea. As soon as they got her good and hot, she'd put it into action, she decided.
It didn't take them long to get her hot, either. Apparently John had been eating someone else, probably Darlene, or some other girl his own age, for his mouth on her cunt was much more assured than it had been the last time he'd gone down on her, the afternoon she'd made it with him and Bobby, when Harry had deflowered her daughter. As his tongue swirled around her cunt, sliding up and down between the full lips, circling her clit or sinking deep into her vagina, his fingers rubbed along the crack between the cheeks of her ass and she moaned with delight as the other boys commenced chewing lightly at her hard nipples.
"Wait, wait," she gasped, pushing John's mouth from her cunt and dislodging the other boys' mouths from her tits.
All three of them looked at her expectantly as she struggled to gain enough control of herself to tell them what she had in mind. "Roger," she managed to gasp, at last, "lie on the floor."
When he'd done so, she had Sam lie in the opposite direction, with his legs intertwined with Roger's, so their asses were against each other's. With a lewd smile on her face, she dropped to her hands and knees with her head over their crotches. "Now, John," she said, "slide under me and start eating me again while I suck Sam and Roger off."
John stared at her in disbelief, but he dropped to the floor and pulled her cunt down to his mouth as she commenced to lick at the heads of his friends' cocks, swirling it around them as she used one hand to hold the two slim rods together, while she balanced herself with the other hand.
"Ohhhhh, fuck," Roger groaned. It was the weirdest thing he'd ever heard of, getting his cock sucked while the person sucking him off was also sucking someone else's cock. He couldn't understand it, but he didn't want to try to figure it out; if this woman wanted to suck him and Sam off at the same time, it was okay with him. He hadn't really believed John when he'd been told that Marsha liked sucking and fucking young kids, but he was glad it had been proven true, this was a hell of a lot better than getting a hand-job from one of the girls he dated.
Sam was just as ecstatic as Roger, and with greater reason, he'd never even gotten a hand-job from the girls he dated. As far as he was concerned, if nothing more happened than this, it would be great.
John was more than pleased with the arrangement too. Marsha would never, he hoped, find out, but he had collected ten dollars from each of the boys and he knew they were going to feel they'd gotten their money's worth. It was a dirty trick, in a way, but he'd spent his allowance on grass and needed money to operate on, particularly since Darlene had told a couple of her friends how much fun it was to fuck him and he had a date with one of them that night. He knew he was going to have to take her to a movie and buy her burgers and a shake afterward, if he had any hopes of getting to her, but he was sure he would end up throwing his cock to her, particularly if he got her to smoke some grass with him.
In the meantime, he dug his fingers into Marsha's ass and ran his tongue around the hard button of her clitoris, licking at the thick minicock as if he were starved and it was the most appetizing thing he'd ever seen in his life. "Ohhhhhh," Marsha sighed, as John sucked her clitoris into his mouth and started chewing at the base of it, "oooohhhh, good."
She stretched her mouth as wide as she could and popped both cocks into it, finding that she had enough room to be able to move her tongue a little as she lowered her mouth until she had all the cocks in her hot mouth.
Without having to have it suggested, Roger and Sam reached down and grabbed one of her tits, stroking them hungrily, playing with the nipples as they watched Marsha's head bobbing up and down over their cocks. It was twice as exciting to know that this fine looking woman was so crazy for cock that she'd suck two of them at once. "Ohhhhh," the boys moaned.
"GODDDDDDD!" Sam moaned, abruptly. He couldn't stand it any longer and his cock jumped as he started spurting his hot jism into Marsha's mouth.
When Roger felt his friend's cum boiling over against his own cock, it was enough to set him off and he started trembling as his own cum began adding to the load in Marsha's mouth. Her cheeks filled and expanded as she gulped down little boy cum as fast as she could, pressing her lips even tighter to the two throbbing cocks to keep from loosing a drop of the salty semen that was erupting from the two cocks in her mouth.-John, feeling Marsha tremble and hearing his buddies groan, shifted his mouth on her cunt and drove his tongue into her. It was all Marsha needed to start cumming and John drew his tongue out of her and began sucking greedily at her cunt, drawing the thin fluids from her twat as Marsha rubbed her cunt across his face and shuddered hard.
Slowly, Marsha lifted her head, her tongue slipping across her lips to lick up the last few drops of Sam and Roger's cum. Now what? All three boys wondered as she motioned for them not to move.
She rose to her feet and stood over the boys who were lying ass to ass, then started to squat.
Christ, John thought, she's going to fuck them both at once. That was exactly what Marsha was going to do. If she could get two cocks into her mouth, she ought to be able to get two into her cunt, particularly since the two together weren't more than a quarter of inch bigger than the diameter of Harry's cock.
Sam and Roger gulped as Marsha poised above them, her cunt glistening above their slimy cocks. She reached under herself and brought the two cocks back together, squeezing them a little as she held them just below the coronal ridges. "AHHHHHHH!" she sighed, as she guided them to her oozing vagina and pushed her twat down over both the hard cocks. The boys echoed her sigh of pleasure and thrust their hips upward involuntarily, seeking to push their trembling cocks into her swampy pussy. "OHHHHHHH," Marsha groaned, as she felt her cunt stretch just a bit to accommodate the dual cock she'd created.
"Now, John," she moaned, twisting slightly and looking at him, "Get up here so I can suck you off."
He needed no urging and sprang to his feet, shifting to stand over Roger as Marsha wrapped her hands around his hips and pulled them forward until the head of his cock slid across her full lips.
Her tongue slid forward and circled the head of his cock as she kept one hand on his ass and used the other to pull his foreskin back far enough to bare the entire glans to her tongue. She was bent forward from the waist and, as she worked her tongue along the underside of John's cock, she started working herself up and down over the cocks that were filling her twat to the utmost. The hand that was behind John began moving in circles over the curve of his ass, the tips rubbing along the deep crack between the cheeks as Marsha lifted his tightly swollen balls and commenced to lick at them.
She knew that John was hot, that it wouldn't take much to make him cum, but she was determined to keep him from cumming for as long as she could. The other boys wouldn't cum again for a long time, not after she'd sucked them off, and she didn't want John to feel left out while she worked to cum as many times as she could by working her cunt over the two cocks stuffed into it.
Her tongue slithered across his balls and then she used her hand to stick one into her mouth and sucked gently at it, causing John to moan as the new sensation swept over him. "Ohhhhhhh, Jesus," he sighed. From the way Marsha was working on him, from the wildness she was displaying, he was glad he'd brought two guys along, if it'd just been him and one other guy, she might have fucked him so strenuously, along with the other guy, that he wouldn't be interested in trying to screw DeeDee later.
Marsha pressed John's cock against his belly and worked her lips and teeth along the underside, gnawing at it now and then, stopping only when his fingers dug into her shoulders, at which point she'd rain a flurry of kisses at the spot, before turning her tongue loose to swoop rapidly up and down the full length of his cock.
All the while she was blowing John, her ass was lifting and lowering over the two cocks in her twat. Marsha had no trouble moving her cunt up and down around them, she'd fucked too many men from above not to be able to handle that. The cocks rubbed against each other and against the walls of her vagina as she twisted her hips from side to side or humped her hips back and forth. John looked down on Sam's face and saw it contorted with ecstasy and wondered if his own face looked as different from the way it normally did, for he was definitely feeling ecstatic.
The reason that John was feeling ecstatic was that Marsha had slipped the head of his cock into her mouth and started moving her lower jaw in a way that caused the shaft of his cock to roll back and forth, churning the head of his cock in her mouth, which was also contracting and expanding rhythmically as Marsha sucked. She was also jabbing the tip of her tongue against the opening in the head of his cock and the sensations were making John's knees feel watery.
"Ohhhhhh," John moaned. He'd clutched at Marsha's shoulders to keep his balance and she'd thought he wanted more than she was giving him, so she'd sucked most of his cock into her mouth. John loved the way she worked on his cock, just loved it. In the back of his mind, he wondered what the chances were of talking DeeDee into sucking his cock, but he decided he'd better wait until he'd fucked her a couple of times before he tried to talk her into blowing him. In the meantime, he was getting great head, for Marsha was moving her head back and forth, taking his cock all the way into her mouth, then pulling back until just the head was there. As her head bobbed back and forth along the length of his cock, she started rubbing a finger against his asshole and John could barely stand it.
"I ... I...." he gasped, "I'M CUMMMMMINNNNGGGG!" He shot his load into her mouth, gob after gob splashing against the inside of her cheeks and the back of her throat, as Marsha gulped and swallowed and sucked harder.
Having John's cock shooting off in her mouth, and two cocks riding up and down in her cunt were enough to set Marsha off and her vaginal muscles spasmed around the cocks in them. As his cock was squeezed and pressed against Sam's, it got to be too much for Roger and he let go again, shooting hot jism into Marsha's cunt. That, in turn, set Sam off and he began gasping as he, too, started cumming.
It was more than Marsha could stand. She pushed at John, causing him to stagger back a step or two. Marsha collapsed, toppling sideways, to lie, gasping, on the floor beside Sam and Roger, who were unable to move.
John was the first to recover. He saw Marsha roll to her back and immediately he thought that all he'd gotten was a blow-job, while the other guys had gotten sucked and fucked. Swiftly, he stepped over them, caught Marsha's ankles and threw her legs back over her body as he dropped to his knees and lowered himself over her, his cock slipping easily into her swampy cunt. "Ohhhhh," Marsha moaned, as John's cock struck deep into her twat, the glans driving against the opening of her womb as the boy's balls slapped repeatedly against her exposed asshole. "Ohhhhh,-yesssss," she moaned, "give it to me, give your cock to me."
Sam and Roger untangled their legs and sat up, watching with big eyes as John hammered away at Marsha's open cunt, drilling his cock fast and hard into her well-lubricated cunt. His hips rose and fell effortlessly as he fucked her, his face against her neck, his breathing labored as she worked her ass up to meet his descending cock.
"Jesus, look at that," Roger whispered.
"Yeah," Sam said. "Look at them doing it."
Seeing John throwing his cock to Marsha excited the boys and they crouched near them, stroking their renewed hard-ons as they watched.
"Ohhhhhh," Marsha moaned suddenly, cumming for the fifth time since they'd gotten started. John continued to hammer away at her with his dick and she continued to cum, until her whole body was shaking violently. "Noooooo," she moaned, "nooooo more."
John thrust one last time into her, then subsided. It didn't matter that he hadn't cum from fucking her, he had fucked her, which was the important thing. He could cum again from fucking DeeDee that night.
He and Marsha lay on the floor a few minutes, then he rolled off of her and sat up. Marsha stayed on her back a little longer, her tits heaving as she gulped air into her lungs and tried to regain control of herself. Finally she sat up. "Wowwww," she sighed, "that was great."
"Yeah," the three boys chorused.
"Do you live near John?" she asked Sam and Roger. When they said they did, she nodded, thankful that it was on the outskirts of town. It would be too much to have to undergo an experience like that every day, or even every week. Taking on three kids had been an experience she was glad she'd had, but it was not one she wanted to experience again; if John ever showed up with more than one friend in the future, she was going to take them on one at a time, no matter how they felt about it.
"Listen," she said, "I'm going to run upstairs and take a quick shower, you guys stick around if you want and we'll have some more fun."
As soon as she was upstairs, John started dressing again. "You leaving?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, I got a date tonight, I wanna save some for her," John explained. "You two stick around if you want, though."
"Naw, I guess I'll split too," Roger said. "Coming Sam?" Sam nodded. Silently, the three of them dressed and left the house, not bothering to pick up the two joints on the coffee table. Sam and Roger forgot about them and John, who noticed them, had almost an ounce and didn't need them. Besides, he figured it might be nice to leave Marsha a present, after all he'd made twenty dollars because she liked to fuck kids, it was the least he could do.
He could understand why Sam and Roger weren't sticking around too; they were only twelve, just big for their ages.
Marsha was a little surprised when she found the three boys gone. She had hoped that they'd recover enough while she was showering to want some more action. All during the time she'd been away, she'd been thinking about how she was going to handle it the next time and she'd finally decided on a course of action that had excited her greatly. She had planned to let Sam and Roger flip a coin to see which of them she was going to sit astride and fuck while she sucked the other's cock. And, while she'd been doing them that way, she'd planned to ask John to fuck her in the ass.
Well, she thought, if he ever brings two friends with him again, I'll know how to handle it.
Her eyes fell on the two joints the boys had left on the coffee table and she smiled. She lit one and stretched out, with her feet on the table. Her clothes were still lying where the boys had tossed them when they'd stripped her, but she didn't bother picking them up, she could do that later, when she got around to dressing in the simpler manner that was her at-home costume. She only wore a bra and panties when she was going out, if she wore them then, and she was no longer going out. Why should she? She wasn't bored now.
CHAPTER TEN
"Yes?" Marsha asked the two boys who had just rang her doorbell. She had never seen them before and they didn't look like the type of boys she'd been meeting through John. These boys were scruffier than the others, although they were dressed in outwardly the same manner. Still, while John and his friends wore patches on their jeans as these boys had, she thought that the patches on these boys' clothing were to cover holes, not there as ornamentation. These boys seemed harder, tougher, than John and his friends.
"This guy said there was a woman here that liked to fuck kids," the taller of the two boys said. "That you, lady?"
"What guy?" Marsha asked, stepping back a little. The boys took it as an invitation to come in and did so, swinging the door shut behind them.
"Some guy that was at this place we were," the shorter boy said. "He was talking to these dudes he was with and he said this friend of his was telling him about coming over here and getting his cock sucked, then getting laid. The other dudes acted like they didn't believe the guy and, besides, they had to go somewhere. But me'n' Pete, we stopped the guy and got the address. You the woman he was talking about?"
"Sure, it's her, Frank," the taller boy said. "Why'd she let us in if it wasn't her? If it was somebody else, she'd have told us to get lost, or threatened to call the pigs. This is her, okay."
Marsha was wearing a halter with a deep V in front, as well as a pair of cut-off jeans that were almost hot-pants. As Pete spoke, he stepped forward and, before she realized what his intention was, he'd reached out and scooped one of her tits out of the skimpy halter, then bent forward and seized on the nipple with his mouth.
"Now, see here," she started to protest, pushing at his shoulders. Frank moved fast and caught her, pinning her upper arms at her sides with his arms. "Hey, lady, we're kids, and we wanta get sucked and fucked," he said. "Don't give us a hard time." Before she knew it, his fingers had undone the two knots that were all that held the halter in place, then tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her head around so he could mash his mouth against hers, although he had to rise on tiptoe to do so. Pete caught her other tit in his hand and brushed his thumb across that nipple, which started to rise involuntarily, the same as the nipple that was in his mouth was doing. At the same time, Pete reached around her and cupped her ass in his hand, pressing her hips tightly to his and Frank's.
Frank's tongue forced its way into her mouth and he dropped the arm that was around her, keeping one hand on the back of her neck. The other hand slid across her belly and he undid the snap on the fly-front jeans, then drew down the zipper. Swiftly, the boy reached inside her opened shorts and slid his hand over her belly. "Hey," he said, in surprise, "she ain't got no hair on her snatch."
"Yeah?" Pete mumbled, his mouth still working on her tit, "maybe she's a stripper. They shave their snatches. You a stripper, lady?"
"Or are we gonna strip you?" Frank asked, chuckling.
"You're doing a pretty good job so far," Marsha sighed. "Why don't you finish?" There was no use trying to fight them, she had suddenly realized, they were obviously determined to have her and it was after six, so the neighborhood was deserted. The chances of anyone hearing her if she screamed weren't good and she didn't know how the boys would react if she screamed. If they were the kind of kids she thought they were, and they were acting like it, they might hit her. She remembered the old joke: If rape is inevitable, lie back and enjoy it. Only she knew it wasn't going to be rape, her body was responding to the very crudity of the handling it was receiving and she knew she would suck and fuck these boys for the sheer pleasure she'd receive from it.
They were working the shorts down her thighs, Pete tugging at the back of them while Frank pushed against the crotchband. Then the shorts reached her knees and fell to the floor, where she stepped out of them as she hissed to Frank: "Kiss me again."
His mouth was demanding on hers and she moaned under the hard kiss as she got her hand down to where she could fasten her fingers across the solid bar of Pete's cock. "Yeah, this is her, all right," he moaned.
Suddenly, he stepped away from her and Frank twisted her body until it was pressed solidly to his. She rubbed her loins against his, feeling the bar of his cock inside his jeans as he dug his fingers into her ass and let her force his tongue out of her mouth and back into his, following it with her own tongue.
There was a rustling noise nearby and she didn't have to look to know that Pete was undressing. Then he caught her hand and, a second later, her fingers were wrapping around the hot meat of his hard cock, which she began to pump in her hand.
Frank released her and she threw her arm around Pete, offering him her mouth as he caught her tits and began kneading the flesh of them. Frank was out of his clothes as fast as Pete had gotten rid of hers and he pressed himself against her from behind, his cock resting in the cleavage of her ass as he reached around her and started rubbing his hands over her lower belly, upper thighs and cunt. His mouth worked across her shoulder as he asked: "You want to take us to wherever the bed is or do you want it right here on the floor?"
"Let's be comfortable," she moaned, her body communicating its desire to the boys in the way she was twisting and shivering under their caresses. "Let's go upstairs."
They released her and she smiled at them as her eyes switched from one hard cock to the other. Frank's cock was thick, with a slight bend to it, while Pete's was slimmer but longer and straight.
She led the way and the boys followed, their hands slipping over her ass as it jounced before them while they made' their way to the second floor, then walked down the hall to the master bedroom.
"Please," Marsha asked, as she flipped the sheets back on the bed and lay in the middle of it, "if you want it to be really good, get me hot before you fuck me."
"Sure," Pete and Frank chorused, with Frank adding: "What ya think we are, a couple of dummies? We know you gotta treat a woman right if you want her to do a good job on ya, less she's a whore. Well get you hot, all right."
He entered the bed on one side of her and turned her head to kiss her, while Pete, climbing in on the other side, ducked his head and started licking at her tits again. Frank wormed a hand under her ass and started rubbing it, while Pete began stroking her cunt, sliding his fingers up and down the furrow between her cuntlips until Marsha felt herself getting wet.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned, twisting her mouth free from Frank's and caught Pete under the chin, lifting his head from her tits so she could mash her lips to his, thrusting her tongue forward to explore the interior of his mouth as she urged Frank to use his mouth on the tit Pete had neglected.
She ignored their cocks, pointedly ignored them, because she didn't want them too excited when she started working on them with her mouth and cunt. Besides, she was getting hot enough to want more than the kisses and caresses they were giving her and she figured that, if she didn't play with their cocks, the boys would be impatient to get more from her.
"Shit," Pete exclaimed, twisting away from her, "let's get it on."
"Right," Frank agreed.
"Who wants what first?" Marsha asked.
"I wanta get my cock sucked," Pete moaned.
She rolled over and pushed herself up to her hands and knees, shifting around slightly on the bed to make room for Frank to get behind her, as she worked her arms between Pete's legs and forced them apart, her fingers digging into his ass, spreading the crack.
The bed dipped under Frank's weight as he moved on his knees to get behind her so he could fuck her. Marsha began circling the head of Pete's circumcised cock with her tongue, licking daintily at the bulbous glans, pausing now and then to purse her lips and let the head pass into them, although she was careful not to let it really enter her mouth.
She felt Frank catch her by the hips and then his cock slid between her thighs and rode up and down her cuntal furrow for a moment. Doesn't he know where to put it? she thought, and was about to suggest he use his hands to guide the cock home to her twat when she felt him push it deep into her. Abruptly he withdrew it and ran it up and down her cuntal furrow again and she decided it was deliberate on his part, something to make her enjoy it more when he finally started fucking her in earnest.
Wiggling her hips to let him know that she was hot enough without his having to tease her any more, she pressed Pete's cock back against his belly and commenced to work her lips and teeth and tongue along the shaft, moving up and down the length of it, dipping her tongue down to flick over his balls now and then. "Ahhhhhh, dammmmmnnnn," Pete moaned, his hands balling into fists on either side of his hips. "Ahhhhhh, do it, do it."
Marsha lifted her head and let his cock spring to erectness, then blew a stream of warm air across the head before starting to tease the upper side. Her fingers were massaging his balls and the lower part of the crack between the cheeks of his ass as she worked her mouth up to the head of his cock and let it rub across her full lips several times, before allowing it to slide into her mouth, where she trapped it and licked greedily at it, working her tongue wantonly over the smooth glans. "Ooooooooh," Pete sighed.
Frank slid his cock into her with a series of short jabs, not withdrawing, just pushing it in, stopping, pushing it in a little further, until he was filling her completely. Marsha was wiggling her ass from side to side, trying to work with him as he reached under her and started rubbing her clitoris, while he cupped one of her dangling tits in the other hand and commenced to knead it. "Shit," he sighed, "you love it, don'tcha?"
There was no way she could answer except in the way she was responding to his fuck, so she threw her ass back to him as hard as she could, urging him to really fuck her. He proceeded to do just that, pulling back almost to the point that she'd think his cock was going to escape from her twat, then slamming it deeply into her so his balls swung forward and slapped her spread pussy. When he reached the end of her vaginal passage, he'd grind his loins against her ass, making her snort with pleasure. He had a little trick of planting his cock completely in her, then tensing his ass, making the cock jump inside her cunt.
Marsha's head commenced to bob up and down over Pete's cock, taking it all into her mouth, then squeezing the very base in her lips as she started to pull her head up. When she reached the coronal ridge, she'd swirl her tongue around the glans, then plunge her head down so the glans would strike the back of her mouth and then she'd start the slow lifting, her teeth scraping along the shaft as she rubbed harder at his asshole.
"Gooddddammmmmnnnn," Pete moaned. She lifted her eyes and saw that there were beads of sweat on his forehead and that his lips were drawn back to reveal his uneven, stained teeth. "What a fantastic blow-job you give," he moaned. "Ohhhhh, fuck, get it, get it."
Behind her, Frank shifted his knees, so his cock was riding into her almost straight up as he fucked her hard and fast. Marsha sucked harder on Pete's cock, working to bring him off when she and Frank came, which she sensed would be soon.
"AHHHHHHHH!" Pete screamed suddenly, wrapping his fingers in her hair and holding her head completely over his cock as he arched his ass from the bed and started spurting his cum into her mouth. Marsha's own cumming was on hand and Frank slammed his cock harder to her as he felt her vaginal muscles began to squeeze his cock, milking him. In a second, she had cocks emptying into her mouth and cunt at the same time and it intensified her own cumming.
"Mother, mother," Frank moaned, jamming his cock as far as he could into her cunt and squeezing her tit hard as his body shook and he shot gob after gob of hot jism into her, filling her with cum to the point that it started running out of her pussy and down her thighs.
She let her legs slide out behind her and Frank collapsed over her as she let Pete's cock escape from her mouth and rested her face on his thigh while gulping air into her lungs.
"Ready to switch?" Frank asked, after they'd rested a little.
"Do you really want a blow-job?" she asked, "or would you like to do something I'd really like?"
"What's that?" Pete asked. "Don't forget, I'm in on whatever it is."
"You'll have to be," she assured him. "What I want is to lie on top of you and let Frank fuck me in the ass."
"Goddamn," Frank breathed. "I never fucked anybody but a faggot in the ass."
"Yeahhhhh," Pete sighed. "I'll go for that." He slid down on the bed to give her room to lie stretched out, but she sat up, explaining she wanted to rinse her mouth out first. "Go ahead," Pete said.
A moment later, after brushing her teeth and gargling, she returned to the bed and straddled Pete's hips, using a hand to guide his still stiff cock to her twat, then sinking down over it until it was embedded in her to the hilt.
After stretching out atop him, with her tits pressed to his thin chest, she reached back and parted the cheeks of her ass. "Give it to me," she urged Frank, who was already moving to get above her.
She felt the head of his cock against her anus, then he thrust forward, plunging his cock into her. "OHHHHHH!" she moaned, more from the suddenness of his entry than from pain. He drove hard and fast into her rectum, pushing his cock deeper and deeper. She shuddered as she felt the two cocks rubbing against each other with only a thin layer of her flesh between them, and knew it must be affecting the boys almost as much as it was her.
Frank was snorting as he drove his cock in and out of her ass, fucking her even harder than he had when his cock had been in her cunt. "Jesus, Jesus, Jesus," he grunted each time he slammed his cock into her.
After several minutes of writhing between them, Marsha had an idea. "Can ... can we turn over without having to get you two back in me?" she asked.
Without exchanging a word, they rolled, until Frank was lying flat and Pete was atop her. He drew his legs up until his thighs were at right angles to his torso, then began fucking her hard and fast, driving his cock deep into her as he caught her tits and pushed them up. By shifting a little he was able to turn his head and take one into his mouth and Marsha moaned as he chewed against the turreted nipple while drilling his cock into her as if he were possessed. "Ohhhhhhhh," she moaned, "ohhhhhh, you bastard, fuck me good, fuck me good."
They did. After she'd cum as much as she could stand and the boys had shot off again, Frank padded into the bathroom and washed his cock, then she sucked it while Pete fucked her dog-fashion. After that, she lay atop Frank while Pete took her ass. It was after eleven when they left, and it had been a little past six when they'd pushed their way into her front door and scooped her tits from her halter.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Harry, I'm worried," Marsha said. They were lying side by side in the master bed at his house and they had just finished fucking each other good.
"What about?" he asked, rolling over and looking at her as she lay on her side next to him.
"Well, last night...." she began, then recounted the story of her experience with Pete and Frank.
"Yeah," he said, "I can see where you'd be worried. You can't tell, beforehand, whether somebody just wants a fuck or whether they're going to hurt you, steal something, whatever. I guess your best bet is to not let any kids in unless you know them. At least, that way, if they steal something, you can get it back."
"That's not what I'm worried about," she said.
"Well, what's the problem, then?"
"I didn't know these kids, and I didn't know anybody that did know them. Don't you see, they heard about me from somebody that knew somebody. Either John, or one of the guys he's brought over, has told some of his friends, bragging about it, I guess. And, one of the guys that heard about it has talked, in public. I mean, it's nothing against Pete or Frank, but they're not John's type, they're from an entirely different neighborhood. They finally told me that the place they heard the boys that knew somebody was one of those places downtown with all the pinball machines. They were in there, just killing time, and the other boys were at the machine next to theirs."
"Maybe I'm just tired," Harry said. "I don't see what you're driving at."
"Harry, what if the wrong person hears about it? I mean, I didn't realize how bad it sounded until Frank told me that they'd heard I was a woman who liked to fuck and suck kids. That's not what it is. It started out that I thought it'd be a kick to take on a man and his teenage son.
"Then John called back. You know that part of it, he and Bobby and Darlene. When he called the next time, I'd just heard that Mary was flying in the next day and I made arrangements for you to take her off my hands that afternoon and screwed them. But John didn't even bother to call the next time, he just showed up with two kids. I was going out and they showed up and I went back inside and fucked them. Three of them, that was why, it was a new kick."
"Are you sure it's not kids?" Harry asked. "If you were somewhere and there was a guy my age, who attracted you, and a kid, who was just as attractive, are you sure you wouldn't come on to the kid?"
Marsha started to answer, but before she could say anything, he continued: "Remember in the restaurant, the family. Who turned you on? Not the father, the boy. Remember what you said about that kid that couldn't of been more than ten or eleven? You said you'd like to get hold of him in a couple of years and teach him what it was all about. And then, when we were driving out here and we saw those teenagers thumbing? You said you wondered what would happen if we stopped and asked them if they'd like to go get stoned with us, that you'd bet you could get the girl to let me fuck her by taking her boy friend away and balling him."
"I ... I was thinking you might like to ball a young chick," she muttered.
"Were you?" he challenged. "Marsha, baby, I can get all the young kids I want, if I wanted to ball young stuff. I don't need help. Darlene'll be around to get tickets to some other show, all I'd have to do is tell her that any time she wanted a couple of passes to get backstage, all she had to do was bring me a friend of hers that'd put out. There's plenty of teenyboppers that want to meet the groups I bring in enough that they'd drop their panties and let me fuck them if I'd let them in backstage."
Marsha took a deep breath and shuddered. "You're right," she said, "it is kids. I dig fucking you, I haven't found any kids that can fuck me as well as you can, but I dig fucking kids. It's just ... Harry, what if the wrong person finds out?
"What if some guy finds out and makes me pay him not to tell the cops? What if the cops find out?"
Harry was silent for a minute. "There's a couple of solutions," he suggested, finally. "You could move, so John and the kids you've fucked so far don't know where you are living, then, when you feel you have to fuck a kid, you can go pick one up and check into a motel with him, ball him until you're satisfied, then drop him where you found him. That'd be safe, unless the motel got raided."
Marsha had an immediate objection to that idea. "What if the kid doesn't have time? What if he's got to be home in half-an-hour? No," she said, shaking her head, "that wouldn't work at all."
"The other thing," Harry said, "is to have a couple of kids that're available when you want to ball somebody besides me, somebody young."
Marsha shook her head again. "Then I run the risk of having one of them tell somebody, or come over with a friend, and the word could get back to the wrong person. Besides, say I had a couple of kids I had an arrangement with, that doesn't mean that they'd be available whenever I wanted them." She reached across him and shook a cigarette from the pack on his bedside table, offering him one, which he declined. "I mean, can I call John, or Bobby, or somebody like that, without their folks getting suspicious?"
Harry lit her cigarette and lay back, looking at her as she sat up, her knees under her chin, one arm holding the cigarette, the other wrapped around her shins.
"What you need," he said, "is a couple of guys that you can fuck whenever you want, without any of those hassles."
"Yeah," she agreed, blowing smoke through her nose. "Where do I find them?"
"They could be right there any time you wanted them," he suggested.
"The only way that'd be possible would be to have them in the same house with me," she objected.
"That's right," he agreed.
"Well, if I had a couple of kids around, I couldn't very well leave Mona and Mary in boarding schools. I mean, I may be a bitch, but I'm not that much of a bitch. How would I explain to them, if they caught on?"
"Marsha," he reminded her, "they already know you like to fuck kids their age now and then? Mary's seen you with two of them."
She was silent for a moment, as if thinking. "Okay," she said, "there's another problem.
Where'm I gonna find a couple of kids? What'm I supposed to do, go out and look for a couple of guys that ran away from home? That'd be smart, harboring a couple of runaways.
"I can't adopt them. It wouldn't be in character. I've had my daughter living in schools and camps for six years, all of a sudden, I bring them home and I want to adopt a couple of kids on top of that? It wouldn't hold together."
"You can have two boys living in the same house with you any time you want," he suggested.
"You tell me how and I'll do it," she answered.
"I've got twin sons that're thirteen," he said.
Slowly, very slowly, she turned and faced him. "Harry, if that's a joke, it's not funny."
"Do I look like I'm joking?" he asked. "Look, it makes sense."
"How?"
"Well, we both admit that we're great in bed together, right?" She nodded. "But we like a little variety, we want to ball other people. And we both dig balling kids. I admit that. I dug it with Darlene, I dug it with Mary."
Suddenly, her face lit up. "And you've got a worse problem than I do," she said.
"Yeah," he acknowledged, "if I get caught fucking some teenybopper, I could go to jail for statutory rape, that's a lot heavier than contributing to the delinquency."
"But," she said, smiling, "if we get married, you'd have a couple of young girls around that you could fuck, and I'd have a couple of guys I could fuck."
Then a cloud crossed her face. "Harry, suppose Mona doesn't want to fuck you?"
He shrugged. "I'll bet Maryll be glad to fuck me again. And from what she told me about her sister, I don't think there'll be any problem about Mona. I mean, I'll bet she's just as horny as Mary was when I fucked her, maybe hornier, she's had two extra years to think about it. Even if she fucked me the first time just so Mary couldn't say she'd done it and Mona hadn't, do you think she could walk away unaffected?"
Marsha had to chuckle. "No, Harry," she conceded. "I doubt if anybody you fucked could turn you down if you wanted them again."
There was another moment of silence. Then she stretched out and looked at him. "Harry, it's the craziest reason for getting married I ever heard of, so we can fuck each other's kids."
"There's more involved than that," he said.
"Oh, yeah?" she teased.
"Well, I've been thinking that schools and camps aren't a good place for kids to grow up. I think we owe it to the kids to make a home for them."
"Oh," she murmured, disappointment evident in her voice.
"And," he continued, "there's a couple of other reasons."
"What?" she murmured, brightening a little. "We're good together. Not just in bed, although you're the best I.ever had, but, just together, we go well.
"Then, there's something I didn't realize until this past week when I knew I wasn't going to see you the next day, even if I wanted to, and I started wanting to see you the day after we left. You see, I'm in love with you."
"Mmmmmmm," she sighed, rolling against him and kissing him heatedly, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth as he slid his arms around her and pulled her tightly to him. As their mouths worked together and his hands kneaded the firm flesh of her ass, she felt his cock stir and rise, until it was strong against her cunt, pressing into the slit of her pussy, hot and hard.
"Harry," she sighed, "fuck me."
He rolled her onto her back and reached a hand between them, sliding it toward her cunt.
"No," she moaned, "don't play with me, get on me and fuck me."
It was all the invitation he needed, he rolled between her thighs, which she threw apart savagely. For a brief instant, he poised above her, his cock nestled at the entrance to her twat.
"Ohhhhhh," she moaned, "Harry, please."
He snorted and thrust his cock into her with all his might, driving it fully into her with enough force that she grunted in delight. "Yesssss," she whimpered, humping her ass up to him, as she lifted her legs and locked them high around his back. "Fuck me, Harry, fuck me good."
"Always," he answered, drawing his thighs up until they were against the bottom of her squirming ass, so that his cock rode deep into her cunt. He hammered away at her, pulling almost all the way out of her, then jamming his cock back into her with long, hard thrusts that jarred her. "Unnnhhh, unnnhhh, unnnhhh," she grunted each time the head of his cock slammed against the walls of her twat and the opening of her womb.
It didn't take him long to make her cum, but he kept fucking her, plowing his massive cock in and out of her cunt until she was too shattered by her cummings to take any more. "Wait, wait," she whimpered, "I've got to stop and rest. I'll suck you off if you want to cum, but don't fuck me any more, I couldn't stand it."
He knew her well enough not to move, to lie there with his cock embedded in her, holding himself a little above her until she stopped shuddering. Then he lowered himself to her and whispered that she should sleep. "What about you?" she whispered back.
"I'm fine," he insisted. To prove it, he rolled to his side, bringing her with him, slipping an arm under her head and holding her close. They drifted off to sleep that way.
Harry came awake when Marsha shook his arm and smiled at the cup of coffee she offered. As he sipped it, she started talking: "You know Mona's got a job as a counselor at camp, so we can't get her here until late August."
"That's fine," he answered, "we won't bring any of them here until then. That'll give us time to get the other things done."
"What other things?"
"Well," he explained, "there's only this bedroom and the small room that was used as a nursery. Well have to add four bedrooms."
"No," Marsha countered, "two big bedrooms." Harry started to say something, but she kept on talking: "Look, if you're fucking Mary and Mona, and I'm fucking your kids, do you think they're not going to fuck each other? Three bedrooms'll be enough, as long as they all have double beds, or twins."
Harry grinned at her. "Nope," he said, "four bedrooms. We can afford to give each of the kids a separate room. It'll be easier for them to invite friends over to spend the night that way."
"Friends?" Marsha asked. "Harry, what do you want with other kids coming over. Well have everything we need, the six of us."
"What happens when that starts getting stale?" he asked. "If we get a pattern going, we're going to need somebody that's not around all the time, just for extra kicks. If my kids are as hip as yours, they'll make the right kind of friends, but we develop that slowly, check the kids out, make sure they 're hip enough.
"There's all kinds of ways we can work that: You catch some guy that's visiting with Ron and Don balling Mary, or Mona, and hell have to fuck you. Some girl comes over to visit one of our girls and one of the boys gets next to her, then I step in."
Marsha's eyebrows lifted in delight. "Harry, you're a bastard," she murmured, making it a term of endearment. "But I love it. And I love the way you said 'our' girls."
"By the time we get the kids prepared, the house'll be ready," he explained. "I've got a contractor friend that'll do a rush job for me, I've thrown him some club remodelings.
"By the time the kids have friends they want to start inviting over, we should be ready to widen the circle a little."
"In the meantime," Marsha suggested, "I can meet your boys and we can check out their reaction to the new life they're going to be leading. You can meet Mona and we can see how she and Mary like the idea of having a home to live in."
"Right," he agreed. He put the empty cup aside and reached for her, pulling her down beside him.
"This early in the morning?" she teased, twisting just enough to tantalize him, but not' seriously enough to get away.
"I haven't been married for five years," he reminded her, "I want to practice some."
"Practice makes perfect," she murmured, as his mouth came down on her throat and his hands stripped away the gown she'd donned on rising.
"Hello, perfect," he whispered.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Marsha wasn't exactly nervous as she walked into the living room to join her daughters, Harry and his two boys, but there was a slight fluttering in her stomach. This was the big night, the first night in the week the six of them had been living in the same house that there was going to be open, total freedom between them. Sexual freedom.
Mary, she knew, had told Mona about fucking Harry, and both girls knew that, as things were planned, he would be fucking them while she fucked his sons. They had agreed that they'd like that, just as they'd agreed that they would fuck Ron and Don, when she and Harry were together.
Only Mona was still a virgin. Marsha wasn't sure how the girl would react to having Harry pop her cherry, and she wasn't sure how she would react to it either. It had been one thing to hear about Harry's deflowering her daughter a week after it had been done, it might be something completely different to have him deflower her other daughter while she was in the same room, even if she was giving one of his sons his first fuck.
The reason Mona was still a virgin, a week after they'd all started living together, was that there had been so much to do in the past week. For example, when the kids had arrived there'd been only one piece of furniture in each of their rooms, a waterbed. That had been Harry's idea, he'd thought the kids would dig it and they had. They'd also liked the idea of picking the rest of their furniture themselves. The painting had been no problem, Harry had found out their favorite colors when they'd told them about them getting married, and had the rooms painted in those colors.
She had worried about whether the boys and her girls would get along, and about whether Mona and Mary would accept Harry as their step-father, but the kids had gotten along fine and, with one exception, there'd been no problem with the kids about their new parent.
The exception had come the third day they were all in the house; she'd told them to go to bed and Mona had protested. "Go to bed," Harry had ordered. Mona had started to give him some back talk. "Do as I say, or I'll turn you across my lap and paddle your butt," he'd roared.
"You wouldn't dare," she had retorted. Before she'd been able to react, he'd had her by the scruff of the neck and had pushed her over his knees. She'd twisted and kicked, but he'd gotten her skirt up and her panties down and his hand had rained blows on her bare ass until it'd been red.
"Mom, he spanked me," she'd wailed.
"He has my permission to do anything to you he likes," Marsha had answered. "Now go to bed like you were told."
A few minutes later, dressed in her pajamas, Mona had appeared at the living room door. "May I say something?" she asked.
"Go ahead," Marsha had answered.
"I ... I just wanted to say that I deserved that spanking. And, and, thanks for caring enough about me to give it to me," she'd mumbled, adding: "Dad."
She'd started to run off, but Marsha had called her back. "Baby," she'd said, as Mona had come into the room, "aren't you going to kiss your father good night?" Mona had thrown her arms around Harry and cried as he'd stroked her hair. None of the kids had disobeyed either her or Harry since then.
They were all waiting for her as Marsha entered the living room, all of them sprawled around naked. None of them had worn clothes since they'd gotten to the house, except to go out. She smiled as she remembered how it had come about. The kids had been excited about the swimming pool Harry had had built. There'd only been one thing wrong with it, they didn't have suits. Harry had just smiled. "I'm not going to object if nobody's wearing a suit," he said. "Just as long as nobody insists I wear one."
The girls had looked at her and, when she'd started undressing, they'd stripped in a flash and raced for the water, with the boys right behind them. Since then, they all walked around naked, except for Mona and Mary, who insisted on wearing pajamas to bed.
"Hey, Mom," Mary called, "come in, let's get this orgy on the road."
"Yeahhhhhh," the other three kids agreed.
"There's just a couple of things before we do," she said. It was up to her, she and Harry had decided, to run things this first time. She walked over to where Ron and Don were sitting and lowered herself to the floor before them, spreading her legs until her cunt gaped open. "This is a clitoris," she told them, "when you're eating a woman, you want to really work on it, because it's super sensitive. Just don't suck too hard, or use your teeth with too much pressure or it'll hurt. And don't neglect the rest of the cunt either, lick it all, even the inside."
She sat up and shifted until she was on her knees, then moved to Harry. "Girls," she said, "come watch this, I'm going to give you a real fast lesson in what to do with a cock when you're blowing somebody."
Mona and Mary pressed in on either side of her, watching with rapt attention as she drew Harry's foreskin down. "When you're sucking a cock, you'll spend a lot more time on each stage than I'm going to," she explained, "and the more you suck, the more you'll discover little tricks that you do well." Then she showed them how to circle the glans with a tongue, how to lick the shaft and balls, how to suck on the head and make it roll around in the mouth by rotating the lower jaw. "When the guy's really hot, and you want to make him cum," she explained, "you do it all, like this," and she popped Harry's cock in her mouth and started bobbing her head over it, going down until it was all in her mouth. "Just remember," she said, straightening and showing them the glistening cock, "you don't have to gag yourself by taking it all, if it's this big. Try to enjoy it while you're doing it."
"Mom," Mary asked, "can I suck Harry off, since he's eaten me and fucked me?"
She nodded and Mary dropped to her knees before her step-father as Marsha moved out of the way. "Mona, why don't you suck Ron," she suggested, as she rose to her feet and moved toward the boys. Ron was already on his feet and moving across the room to another chair and Don was sprawled on the couch, his legs apart and his cock erect. It was easy to tell them apart when they had their clothes off, Don had a scar on his shoulder from a childhood accident.
She stooped over and kissed him, plunging her tongue into his mouth as he reached up and seized her tits in his hands, working his fingers against them as she massaged his shoulders and chest. Behind her, she could hear someone moving, and she looked around to see Harry and Mary sinking to the floor, their mouths fused. The girl had both hands around Harry's cock and he was squeezing one of her tits and massaging her trim little ass with the other, as he stretched out, the girl crouched beside him.
As she dropped to her knees, Marsha looked the other way, to where Mona was kneeling, her head thrown back. Ron was leaning forward, kissing her hungrily, playing with her tits at the same time and Mona was rubbing her hands along his thighs, scratching lightly at them as she sucked on the boy's tongue. Suddenly her doubts about Mona disappeared, the girl had inherited her hot-blooded nature after all.
Marsha pulled her mouth from Don's and ducked her head, flicking her tongue across his small nipples as she lowered herself to her knees and then sat back on her heels. She caught his cock in one hand and drew the foreskin down, while the other cupped his swollen balls and jiggled them as her tongue began sliding over the hot glans of his cock.
"Ahhhhhh," she heard Harry sigh and knew that Mary must have started working on his cock with her mouth. On the other side of the room, she heard Ron sigh and knew that all three males were getting their cocks mouthed.
Lasciviously, she ran her tongue along the length of Don's cock, licking at the upper surface of his balls as she squeezed the head in her sweaty palm. Suddenly, in a fit of perversity, she lifted his balls and ducked her head lower, running her tongue along the perineum. "Oooooooh," Don moaned, as she sucked there for a moment, before lifting her head and stretching her mouth wide to take both of his boyish nuts into her mouth.
By turning her head to one side or the other, she could see what her daughters were doing. Mary was crouched by Harry's side, her tongue sliding around her stepfather's cockhead, licking at it wantonly while massaging his thighs and lower belly. "Yeahhhh," he sighed, encouraging her.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, Mona, ohhhhhhhh," Ron moaned, obviously in delight. She didn't bother looking to see what the older girl was doing, but commenced working her hot mouth up and down the length of Don's cock. Both twins had about five and a half inches, but Harry had said his cock hadn't been any bigger when he was their age and she looked forward to watching their cocks grow.
Her teeth nipped at the underside of Don's cock, making him squirm, but his labored breathing told her he liked it and she was careful not to bite too hard. Also, she licked and kissed a lot more than she nibbled.
"Unnnnhhhhhh," he moaned as she moved her mouth up and took the head inside. Her tongue swirled around it as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked greedily at the hot glans. Even as she sucked on Don's cock, she was looking forward to the time when she could suck his twin off. Maybe she'd suck both of them at once sometime and have the girls both work on Harry.
"Unnnhhh, unnhhhhh," Don gasped, hunching his hips up, trying to push more of his cock into her mouth. The boy couldn't really believe it was all happening, him and his brother getting a sexy stepmother and a couple of good-looking sisters, all three of whom were going to do sexy things with them. It was great, almost unbelievably great. He'd have to write to some of the guys he knew at school and tell them a little about it, not all of it, just enough to make them envy him.
"Jesus, baby," Harry gasped, "I can't believe you've taken it all." Marsha turned her head, letting the head of Don's cock ride along the inside of her cheek as she looked. Mary's nose was tight against Harry's balls and she must have had all of his cock in her mouth, there was none of the eight inches visible. Harry had propped himself up on his elbows to look at her and Marsha could tell Mary was doing a good job of blowing him, he had that look of ecstasy on his face that she knew so well.
She shifted and saw that Mona was bobbing her head slowly over Ron's cock, and that she had a hand between her thighs, rubbing her cunt. It was a good sign, a girl that played with herself when she was sucking cock was a horny girl. Well, Mona'd had two months to think about tonight, and a week to look at the cock that was going to take her cherry, she ought to be horny.
Marsha returned her attention to Don's cock, bobbing her head up and down in a constantly changing tempo, trying to prolong the time she had the sweet young cock in her mouth. Her fingers slid over Don's thighs and lower belly, running through the light tangle of pubic hair, feeling his stomach muscles rippling in reaction to her sucking mouth. "Ohhhhhhhhh," the boy moaned, his hips jumping and twitching as her mouth got him hotter and hotter. He had jerked off, but it had never felt as good as this sucking mouth was making him feel.
Because Mona had less experience at sucking cock and Ron had none at holding back, he was the first to cum. "AHHHHHHHHH!" he screamed. "It's ... it's ... OHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Marsha turned her head to see if Mona did as she'd been told, keep her mouth on the cock until it stopped. From the way she was acting, she was gulping it down, swallowing Ron's cum. Marsha had told both girls that, if they decided they didn't like the taste of cum, they could let it dribble from their mouths, but they had to let the guy empty his balls into their mouths.
Don was quivering in a way that told Marsha he wasn't going to last much longer and she sucked greedily at his throbbing cock, working her hands against his balls to make it even better for him when he did shoot off. Then he was grasping her head and moaning: "Ca ... ca ... CUMMMIIINNNGGGGG!" and his jism was spurting into her mouth as his cock jumped fitfully about, spraying the whole inside of her mouth with salty semen.
"Come on, baby, come on," Harry was urging Mary, as the girl bobbed her head desperately over his cock. Her jaws were stretched wide and she was amazed at the amount of cock she was swallowing but she kept at it, determined to prove to Harry that she was as much woman as her mother was, just younger and less experienced. When Marsha had told her and Mona that she was going to become Harry's wife, even before she told them how things were going to be in the house, Mary had decided she was going to get next to him, sexually, the first time she got a chance. He hadn't done as much to seduce her as he thought, she'd decided, riding in the car from her mother's to his house, that she wanted him to fuck her and, if she'd had to, she'd planned to strip and tell him if he didn't, she'd tell her mother that he'd tried to.
"Yes, baby, yes," he crooned. And then it happened. His cum started erupting, shooting out of the head of his cock, filling her mouth so fast that she had to gulp it down. It didn't bother her, but she'd known it wouldn't. There'd been a spot of his cum on her leg when he'd finished fucking her the first time and, as he'd left the room to get the douche bag, she'd scooped it up and tasted it.
Harry was still propped up on his elbows, but his head was thrown back, the cords in his neck strained, as Mary swallowed gob after gob of hot jism. The other four people watched as she worked greedily to drain Harry of cum. Marsha was proud of her daughter, Mona was envious that her baby sister had gotten the privilege of sucking the biggest cock in the house and the boys were amazed at the length of time it was taking Mary to suck all the cum from their father.
Finally, he could cum no more. He caught Mary's chin and lifted her mouth from his cock, turning her to plant a deep kiss on her mouth. It reminded Don and Ron of something he'd told them and they caught the chin of the woman who'd sucked them off, tilting their heads back and mashing their mouths to the other's, thrusting their tongues deep into the mouth that had just been filled with their own cum. Mona was a little surprised at that and showed it, but Marsha just sucked on Don's tongue after trapping it in her mouth.
They all broke apart at about the same time. "Mona," Marsha said, "are you ready to have your cunt licked?"
"Golly, Mom," the girl answered, "I've been ready for that for three years, since I started having periods."
Everybody laughed at her remark and, after a minute, she joined in. "Okay," Marsha said, "Harry's eaten me and your sister, I agree with him that it's time he found out what your cunt tastes like."
Mary had seated herself in the chair her stepfather had been in before she started blowing him and Marsha nudged Don. "You go eat Mary," she said, as the girl threw her legs over the arms of the chair and slid forward until her ass was at the edge of it.
"And I'll eat you," Ron whispered, his cock jumping in anticipation. He knew he was going to love eating cunt, but he was glad he was going to start by eating Marsha's hairless pussy, rather than one of the others.
Harry moved over to where Mona was still kneeling in front of the chair Ron had sat in while she'd sucked him. "Can I take my time with you?" he asked, his voice soft and tender as he reached up and stroked her face.
"You can do anything with me you want," she answered.
"Boys," he called.
"Yes, sir," they chorused.
"Remember what I told you, women liked to be kissed and they like it when somebody plays with their tits and sucks on them and when there's a hand on their cunt. If the woman's hot when you start eating her, shell like it even more."
Neither Marsha nor her daughters bothered to say that they were already hot. They were all looking forward to being loved good before they had tongues in their cunts and they just licked their lips and waited for the males to start.
Harry's hands, which had been sliding over Mona's face, went down to her shoulders and he maneuvered her to the floor, his lips following the paths his fingertips had traced over the curves of her cheeks and brows and jaw. His knee slid between hers and moved her legs apart and his fingers danced across her body, over her tits, across her belly, up and down her thighs, stroking and caressing her until Mona sighed deeply and wrapped her arms around him, bringing his mouth to hers. Swiftly, sweetly, she eased her tongue into his mouth, letting him hold it there with his lips as he circled it with his own thicker tongue, while he cupped his hands fully over her tits and flexed his fingers against the taut mounds, making them throb even more in anticipation of the kisses he would rain on them.
Mary and Don were pressed together tightly from mouth to foot, their hands squeezing each other's ass. His cock was between their bellies and she rubbed herself against him, moving her tits over his hairless chest, rubbing her loins against his.
Marsha watched her daughters being loved, then closed her eyes and surrendered to the sensations imparted by Ron's tongue as it darted around in her mouth, and those produced by the hands that were exploring the contours of her tits.
Harry was still kissing Mona and stroking her body, making it shift uncontrollably under his fingers, when his sons, with less control and more curiosity, shifted their mouths from their partners' and moved them down to the heaving tits they'd been playing with. "OOOOHHHHHH!" Mary cried, when Don sucked greedily at a pert nipple.
"Yessssssssssss," Marsha hissed, pulling Ron's mouth tighter to her full tit. He was sucking as much of the trembling mound as he could and the hand that had been squeezing it just moments before dropped to her crotch and began exploring her wet cunt, the fingers riding easily and swiftly up and down the length of her cuntal furrow, spreading the juices that had already flowed from her over her cuntal flesh. "Yessssssssss," she hissed again, her eyes fluttering open to check on the progress of the other couples.
Harry was on his back, with Mona lying above him, her thighs now squeezing his hard cock, which nestled against the lips of her cunt. One of his hands was working on her dainty ass, the other was between them and Marsha knew he was working it against the teenybopper's tits. From the way Mona was twisting and snorting, she imagined Harry was tweaking the girl's nipples.
Don was crouching between Mary's spread thighs, his mouth moving back and forth across her tits, his tongue swirling over the rigid nipples. He had one hand on her lower belly, the fingers massaging her mons veneris and squeezing the erect clitoris, while he rode a couple of fingers in and out of Mary's frothy vagina, making the girl's ass bounce hungrily on the thick carpet.
As she watched, Marsha saw Harry roll Mona onto her back and then his mouth was enveloping one of her tits, taking it all into his mouth, even though he had to stretch his jaws to the utmost to submerge the tit, since Mona was already well developed enough there to require a C-cup bra when she wore one. "Ohhhhhhhh," the girl moaned, as Harry worked his teeth around the edges of her tit and rolled her other nipple between thumb and forefinger, while catching her clitoris in the other hand and tweaking it. She put her feet flat against the floor and shoved her ass into the air, hoping to tell him, without words, that she wanted him to really explore her cunt with his fingers.
But Harry, since her sister had sucked him off, was displaying greater control than his sons were. Ron had started riding a couple of fingers into Marsha's hot snatch, driving them deeply into her, then grinding the heel of his hand against her throbbing clitoris. "Oooooooooh," Marsha sighed, as she watched Mary push at Don's head, urging him to replace the hand on her cunt with his mouth.
There were several throw pillows scattered on the floor and Don grabbed a couple of these, then stuffed them under Mary's ass, elevating her hips and giving him freer access to her young twat. Eagerly, he licked his way across her belly, teasing her by going onto her tender inner thigh with his mouth. "Eat," the girl whimpered. "Eat me. Ohhhhhhhhhh, do it, Donnie, please, do it."
Mona was biting her Up to prevent herself from urging Harry to do the same thing. The girl knew that he was capable of spending more time arousing her than either of the boys would be and it seemed important to her to let him set the pace, to endure the almost agonizing buildup of sensation that he was causing by his expert mouthing and handling of her tits and his skillful manipulation of her cunt. Her thighs were trembling as she had them spread to the utmost, making her cuntlips gape apart to give Harry the freest possible access to her tender snatch.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," Marsha moaned, suddenly able to endure Ron's treatment of her no longer, she caught his shoulders and pushed, tearing his mouth from her heaving tit and guiding his lips over her rippling belly, down to the heat and moisture of her cunt.
The boy seized on her clitoris as soon as his lips encountered it, seized on it and squeezed it between his lips as his tongue beat against the end of it. He worked his hands under her ass and drew her closer to the edge of the couch as he settled himself on his knees and prepared to make her cum under his wild licking.
Mary had her thighs locked tight to Don's head, but he didn't care. He loved the feel of her silky cunt hairs pressing into his face, loved the taste and odor of her cunt. He didn't know which of the three females was going to give him his first fuck, but he knew he wanted to fuck Mary more than either of the others, even as alluring as they were. He thrust his tongue deep into Mary's twat, fucking her with it as his nose rubbed her trembling clitoris and one of his hands slid up to fasten on a hard tit, while the other explored the crack of her ass, holding her cunt tightly to his sucking, licking mouth.
Harry recognized the desire building in Mona and knew she was struggling with herself to keep from begging him to eat her cunt. He liked that, liked the knowledge that she was surrendering herself to his desires, just accepting the fact that he would please her. Easily, he turned her, rolling her face down on the soft carpet, then parted the cheeks of her ass and commenced to licking there, his tongue moving wetly around until he reached her puckered anus, where he paused, stabbing the tip of his tongue at the small hole. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh," Mona sighed, jutting her hips into the air.
Marsha, when she heard the deep-throated moan coming from Mona, forced her eyes open and smiled as she saw Harry tongue-fucking the girl's ass. Things were working out just as they'd hoped, he'd start eating Mona about the time she and Mary started cumming, then all six of them would start fucking at the same time. Marsha tangled her fingers in Ron's hair and pulled his greedy mouth tighter to her cunt, rubbing her crotch across his face as he sucked harder on her clitoris. "Ohhhhhhhhhh," she moaned, getting close to the point where she was about to cum.
Mona, to her surprise, was at that point too. She'd never imagined that her ass was so sensitive, that she could get such thrills from having it licked and tongue-fucked. She rubbed her hard-tipped tits across the rug, thrusting her ass back to Harry's mouth as he reached under her and resumed his exploration of her cunt, finger-fucking her steadily, with two fingers riding in and out of her slippery vaginal passage. "Unnnhhhhh, unnhhhhhh," she groaned as she started pouring her hot juices over his hand.
Mary was beating her heels against Don's back and he was sucking eagerly at her twat, drawing the gushing fluids from her, savouring the taste of her cuntal juices. The girl was cumming hard, yelling in her delight as Don's untutored mouth kept working on her cunt.
"SUCKKKKKKKKKKKK!" Marsha screamed, her juices beginning to flood Ron's mouth. He did as she wanted, pressing his mouth as tight against her spasming twat as he could and gulping down the hot liquids that he drew from her pussy. He had heard boys snicker about eating cunt, suggesting that there was something wrong with it, but he was convinced that they'd never tried it, it was something he knew he'd do again and again.
Harry flipped Mona back to her back, lifted her hips from the floor and commenced swabbing the length of her cuntal furrow with his tongue. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Mona screamed, her cunt spasming harder and harder as he kept her cumming, making her tits heave and her head reel at the intensity of the sensation he was imparting to her. He chewed at her clitoris and she let go, her head rolling back and forth on the carpet as he sucked and tongued her cunt, delving his tongue into her twat for an instant, then sucking a mouthful of cuntlips into his lips and chewing on them. Mona couldn't imagine anything better than this, but she knew that getting a stiff cock in her twat would be even greater.
Marsha pushed Ron away from her cunt, noting that Mary was stopping Don from eating her any longer. "Boys," she said, weakly, "lie with your backs on the floor." Mary looked at her with as much curiosity in her eyes as there was in the boys', but she waited until the twins were stretched out the way Marsha wanted them.
"Honey," Marsha said to Mary, who was kneeling beside Don, "watch what I do and do the same thing." She crawled over Ron, her ass high in the air as she used a hand to position his cock, then thrust down over it, sinking all the way over him with one hard thrust of her ass.
Mary was quick to duplicate her mother's action and she snorted as a cock rode into her for the second time in her life. When Marsha sat up, Mary did the same thing, snorting again as the cock rode a little deeper into her pussy.
"Now, now, now," Mona was chanting, tugging at Harry's ears to let him know that she couldn't stand just his mouth on her cunt any longer, that she wanted him to fuck her. He caught her thighs and pushed them back over her body, levering himself up to cover her as he did so. The teenybopper moaned with increased frenzy as she felt the head of his cock poised at the opening of her vagina. "Hard," she moaned, "fuck me hard."
She had confessed to him, earlier in the week, that she'd run a dildo into her twat on a couple of occasions, and that it had been almost as big as his cock, so Harry knew she'd have no real trouble taking him. With one hard lunge he slammed his cock into her, driving it all the way to the opening of her womb. His balls slapped her upturned ass and Mona wrapped her arms around him, shoving her tongue as far into her mouth as she could when she met his lips with her own.
Marsha and Mary humped themselves eagerly over the stiff cocks they'd impaled themselves on, twisting their hips about and grinding their loins against the boys'. Marsha was proud of the way Mary was fucking Don, although she knew the girl had no practice in riding a man. As Harry had said the night before, the girls had inherited her looks and hot-bloodedness, they'd probably inherited her natural ability to fuck well in any position. Marsha had taken the initiative the first time she'd ridden a man, Mary was doing the same thing.
Even though all three males had cum when the women had sucked their cocks, they were going to cum again. Harry knew he wouldn't last long, not fucking a virgin, and he jammed his cock into Mona with greater speed than he'd have normally used the first time he fucked a girl. It didn't matter that he was fucking her harder than he'd planned, she was still cumming, her nails raking his back as her vaginal muscles squeezed his driving cock. He knew the teenybopper would get all the sex she wanted from that moment on and he fucked her greedily, wanting to fill the tight hole of twat with his hot jism.
"OHHHHHHHHHH! GOD! GODDDDDD!" the twins chorused as they started spraying the inside of the cunts that were surrounding their twitching cocks with hot cum.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Marsha and Mary screamed, as the cumming of their partners set them off and they started cumming again. The screams were enough to jar Harry and Mona over the edge and he ground his loins against hers as he unloaded, filling her with so much cum that it ran out of her twat and over his balls.
All six of them collapsed, for the boys had lifted their heads and shoulders when they'd started shooting off. For several minutes, there was no sound in the room but the labored breathing of the six of them.
Finally Harry extracted himself from Mona's embrace. "Hey," he suggested, "let's all go swimming."
"Now?" Mary asked, looking at him wide-eyed. "Sure," he answered, catching her and pulling her to her feet. "A fast swim'll get us revived and then we can come back and fuck some more."
"Yeah," Marsha said, rising to her feet. "Well let Don and Ron do you and Mona a favor and take your last cherry, teach you what it's like to get a cock in your ass."
Mona and Mary beat everybody to the pool, so excited were they by that idea. The boys were right behind them and Marsha smiled as she and Harry, their arms around each other's waist, walked to the pool.
"Just one big happy family," she murmured.
"One big sex-happy family," he ammended.
"That's the happiest kind," she said. And he knew it was true.
