Communal living has been emerging as a life style for the past decade. In exurban locales the communal family may subsist as a farming group and in urban situations they may pool their talents and skills in arts and crafts. But whatever their daytime, money-making efforts might be, it is their nighttime occupations inside their communal house that fascinates the imagination of the sexually curious.
Who is doing what to whom? That is one question which persists when communal living is thought about. Another question is, how did they come to these terms? It wasn't pure chance that brought the individuals together to share board and bed, but a definite pattern, usually set by a quasi-leader in the group and followed by others. The family has a leader, and it is he-or she-who induce the others to engage in activities that might not ordinarily be explored.
The modern family can be considered a communal group, working and eating and sleeping and playing together, and in some instances, sharing sexual activities. Of course, this is not the usual life style of an American family, but once again we encounter the active imagination of the sexually curious. We wonder what kind of a catalyst might bring the members of an ordinary family completely together.
In this work the catalyst is an unscrupulously hedonistic woman, one who gladly enters into any sort of sexual activity just for the sake of her own personal pleasure. If that sexual activity harms another human being, so be it. If it is against the law, that makes no difference whatsoever to this woman who is devoted entirely to the joys and sins of sex. Age and gentler make no difference to her. An orgasm is quite enough inducement for this woman to engage in pedophili practices, indulge in homosexuality, commit adultery. And yet she is a good-natured sort, especially when she finds herself in the company of a family which is rapidly losing its scruples about the sin, the crime of incest.
The father might ogle his growing daughter, but he must not touch. The mother might touch her son, but never much more than a pat on his cheek. But once again we have the sexual imagination at work and we wonder about the whys and the hows of a family stepping over the line into incest.
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CHAPTER ONE
From between the broad brim of his straw hat and the icy rim of his beer can, Stan watched the struttings of the thinly clad girl before him. It was another hot day and he was sprawled in a deck chair by the pool, wearing his tattered old trunks, rivulets of sweat trickling and tickling everywhere over his tanned body. The sun was hot and he was hot inside, in his prick and balls, thinking about his stupid wife and his hot-assed girl friend while he watched little Darla do her stuff for him. He was so fucking horny that day that he'd have stuck his dick in Marge if she'd been home, but the one he really itched for was Diana of the pointed tits, Diana of the round white ass that could shimmy and shake far better than little Darla's could. Not that the kid was doing so badly. She had a really cute, really round little ass, and she could shake it enough to make the blue sequins on her leotard glitter like polished jewels in the sun. Not much in the tit department, but Darla made up for that with her adorable face and her wavy, honey-colored hair. But Stan kept looking at her bouncy little ass and her beautifully contoured legs as she strutted and pranced, flashing him smiles and spinning her baton. It was a helluva thing for a father to think of, but she'd be shaking that little ass for guys in a different way in a couple of years. His prick gave a perceptible twinge at this wicked thought and he gave the eleven-year-old girl a wicked grin, sipped the warming beer, and very wickedly wondered who be the first guy to stick his cock in his daughter's sweet little cunt.
"Whoops!" she said, dropping the baton, reaching down for it, giving Stan a clear, straight-on shot at her cute little ass sticking up in the air. It made him wonder where in the hell Diana was. It made him scratch his sweaty balls and feel of his sun-swollen cock. It made him wonder if the skin of his daughter's plump little thighs was really as smooth as it looked, and if the little cunt bulging inside the narrow blue crotchband of her leotards had any hair around it yet. Or if any lips were forming around it, or if its clit was starting to develop. Disgusting musings? Perhaps, he thought with a smile, but nonetheless amusing. Now that he was dumping fat old Marge for crazy young Diana, he was opening up and finding lots more amusing things in life, both to do and to speculate on. Crazy Diana would get a kick out of his ogling his daughter's eleven-year-old bottom and licking his lips like a hungry wolf. Marge would flip.
Again Darla took her majorette stance, fist on her hip, chest out-thrust, baton pistoning up and down in front of her, booted feet marching in place. Marching music wafted out of the house to the patio and pool to keep her going, smiling brightly, happily showing off for her nasty, beery old man. And he was nasty, no doubt about it, because now he was ogling her barely budding tits and picturing how they'd get bigger, and bigger, and bigger as she grew up, till every eye in the football stadium was on them and not her baton. And then after the game some football player's hands would be on them....
"Stick that chest out, kiddo," he said. "Show 'em off as if you had 'em."
"Oh, Daddy!" she said, and blushed at him and giggled, and stuck her little bumps out farther and began to prance and strut again.
"Shake that little fanny! Make it move. And keep those boobs stuck out as if you really had something to show there. That's it, but more! Stick 'em way out and shake that little butt of yours. Now throw that goddamn baton up and catch it!"
Up it went, glittering and spinning in the hot summer sun, but Stan's eyes were on her, waiting with outstretched hands, legs apart, little crotch bouncing up and down as eagerly as it would someday bounce up and down on a hard young cock.
"Catch it!" he cried, and she did! She marched very proudly in place, facing him head on with her dimpled knees lifting high, vigorously working the baton up and down diagonally in front of her. He was reminded of some horny guy like himself jacking off.
His thoughts were getting a little too horny. Next thing he knew he'd come up with a big fat hard-on, and what to do with it when Diana was God-knows-where? Where the hell was she? What the fuck did she mean by taking off someplace on this weekend when Marge was out of town at Randy's swim meet? Stan's prick gave another ominous twitch as he gazed at his daughter's childish but definitely feminine body, and he made an effort to get his head back where it belonged.
"Now throw it real high and keep marching in place and keep your left hand on your hip while you catch it, honey," he said, and up it went 'cause she'd do anything he told her to. Perfect form, but this time she didn't catch it.
Its rubber knob bounced on the concrete and the baton bounded into the pool. She faced him pouting and prettily angry, hands on her little hips and saying, "Gosh, I can't do everything at once!
And I can't help it if I don't have anything up here yet," she said, and her hands slid up over the blue sequins and crossed protectively over what little she did have on her chest.
He finished his beer and heaved himself up out of the chair, headed for the back door saying, "Don't worry about getting a pair of knockers. Good things come to every girl."
"Do I have to wait forever?" she said, looking ruefully down at herself and giving the bumps a little squeeze as if massage would help. She giggled and said, "Knockers."
"You might not have to wait as long as you think. Fish out your baton while I get a beer. Feel like practicing some more?"
"Sure!" she said, boundless energy, always ready for more of anything as long as it was fun.
His trunks snagged on the door latch going in, ripped a little because they were so old and threadbare. The air conditioning had the house so cool he felt a chill going inside, the same sort of chill he felt around Marge at times. He went to their bedroom, planning a funny surprise for his kid, planning on giving her some temporary tits. Marge didn't have any falsies in her lingerie drawer, not with jugs like hers, but there was plenty of materials for soft, perfumed padding there in a colorful jumble. He fished out a pair of dark nylon hose, held them to his face for a moment, warmly remembering how Marge had gotten into a sexy lingerie kick after they'd had their two kids and given up nudism. He thought about getting into nudism again with Diana once he'd split from Marge. He thought about Diana in her garter belt and he smiled and took the stockings balled in his hand.
He got his beer and it fizzled icily down to his gut. The outside brilliance stunned him for a moment and he swayed against the door jamb, caught his trunks on the latch again and tore them badly. "God damn fucking useless things," he said, suddenly as hot as the blazing sun, and ripped at the rent till he'd succeeded in totally destroying the old trunks. He felt he could breathe again when he stepped outside wearing nothing but his jaunty straw hat and his jock strap.
Darla was still fishing for her baton. It was in the shallow end of the pool or he'd have dived in for it. As it was, Stan flopped down in the sweat-soaked canvas chair and more freely scratched his balls, his prick, dully looking straight at his daughter's blue-covered cunt and little round ass as she lay on her belly on the apron of the pool, little white boots wide apart, arm reaching into cool blue water. He thought about Diana and stuck out his tongue and waggled it, took a swallow of beer and Darla came up with the dripping baton.
"I got..! What happened to your trunks?"
"I tore 'em. Threw 'em away. C'mere."
She rose smiling, staring. "What's that thing you've got on?"
"It's my jock strap. C'mere. I got something for you."
"Its like a brassiere," she said, moving closer, staring down between his outsprawled legs. "It holds a man's thing up."
He chuckled and said, "There are better things than a jock strap to hold up a man's thing. A "thing"? Is that what you call it? A 'thing'?"
"A penick? I don't know," she said, blushing more from embarrassment than from the sun now, but still coming closer, quite fascinated by the webbed white pouch, and by what was inside it. "What do you call it?
"Penis," he said, and took a swill of beer. "Or a dick or a dork or a prick or a cock. Lots of names for what a man has. What do you call what you're supposed to have on your chest?" he said. Diana would have been giggly proud of him for using such words in front of his kid. Marge would have shit.
Darla shrugged, blushing, charming, twisting her baton in front of her squirmy little body. "Boobies? Breasts? T-titties?" she said, and he smiled and nodded.
"How would you like to have some titties, honey?"
"I have to wait."
"Not if you don't tell Mommy. I could give you some for a little while, but Mommy would be mad if she found out we were horsing around like this."
She grinned like an imp. "Oh, I'd never tell. I keep lots of secrets from her. How could you do it, Daddy?"
"With cheaters. With falsies. With these," he said, and held up his hand and let the two dark nylon stockings dangle down.
She giggled and held her hand over her mouth. "Padding. I've tried it but I never get it right. I never thought of using Mommy's nylons. Do you know how? Could you get it right?" she said, and quickly held her baton between her legs while she reached behind her neck for the zipper that held her leotard together.
Her baton looked like a chromium prick now. It made Stan much more conscious of his prick and balls, very real flesh and blood, lightly covered with the stretchy jock and softly swollen from the sun's hot rays. Sweat trickled down through his opened groins as he watched her struggle with the zipper, as she stared down at the long white bulge. Christ, was he getting a hard-on? Should he jump in the pool?
"There!" she said, and twisted her little torso about in getting the zipper down her back. She peeled the tight sleeves down her arms, twisting and turning with the baton bobbing about, holding her leotard against her chest and giggling. He sipped his beer and sighed and said, "Kneel down and we'll see if I can help you out with some temporary tits, baby."
"Tits," she said, knelt down between his legs and still holding her leotard in place. "That sounds like what cows have. Titties and boobs sound nicer. Gee, but your thing is big." She was still looking at it. Her fascination was growing, if anything. "What did you call it? A dork? A dick?"
"This is my cock," he said, and reached down and gave it a squeeze through the pouch, nylons trailing over his sweaty leg, cock grateful for any small friction it got in its current state. "It's my cock, and believe it or not, it gets bigger than this some times."
"No. It couldn't," said Darla, and put her hands on his thighs. The top of her leotard stayed up. Stan chewed on his lip and let himself savor the warm tinglings that seethed up from her light touch to his balls and back. He was going too far, but Darla was all there was around and he believed she could keep a secret, and so he said, "Ah, but it could. And it does."
She wriggled closer on her knees, hands inching up his thighs. Christ he could feel the heat of her body radiating against his nuts, could smell her girlish perfume and sweat, and now she was saying, "I don't believe you. Make it get bigger, Daddy. I want to see it get big."
"What, my cock?"
"Mm-hm. Make it get big, Daddy."
"Say it. Talk to it. Maybe it will. Tell me what you want my cock to do and maybe it will."
"I want you to make your cock get real big, Daddy. I want to see it as big as it'll ever ever get! Come on, Daddy, make your cock big for me!" she said, while thoughts of Diana's perfect ass and sweetheart cunt and youthful tits rolled through his head. "It moved, I saw it move, it is getting bigger!" his little girl exclaimed, and he grinned and scratched his belly.
"You see, honey? Good things do come to little girls who want them badly enough. Now how about making you some titties?"
"No, it's still getting bigger. Make it as big as you can get it. Please, Daddy! I do so want to see it big. Please?"
The badly itching knob of it was already reaching under his elastic waistband. It was more much needed friction. What the hell, going a little farther wouldn't hurt, and what else was there to do on a dull Saturday morning that was supposed to have been a rip-roaring good one? "Touch it once," he said, "and see if that makes it any bigger."
"Could I?" she said, right hand already creeping up his leg.
He shrugged. "Why not? You wouldn't be the first one to touch it."
Her touch, light and trembling as it was, felt better than some cunts he'd felt on his cock-mouths, too. It sent the warm tinglings seething everywhere in his body, made him squirm hotly in the chair and take a very deep breath. "It's getting bigger and harder and it feels so hot!" she said, squeezing it in her rising excitement, and watching with him as the big rosy knob pushed right up under the elastic and opened its sightless eye to the sunlight.
"I can see it! Oh, Daddy, it's just huge!" she exclaimed, both hands on its covered shaft now, trying to milk even more length and girth out of it.
He brushed weakly, ineffectively at her hands. There was a strange, compelling, wonderful excitement everywhere inside him as he murmured, "That's about it, honey. Easy now. Jesus, that's about enough.
"Why? Does it hurt you?" she asked, never quitting for a moment in her eager manipulations of his burning hard cock. "Daddy, it looks so weird on the end. Is it supposed to be that way?" Does it look that way all over? Can I see the rest of it."
"Better not," he muttered. Was he getting a sunstroke? "It doesn't hurt. Not at all. But ... Jesus, we better quit this."
Rubbing his cock, rocking her body with her rubbings and staring down at it, she said in her best pleading voice, "But I want to see your big cock. Please? Oooo, it's getting all wet on the end! Is it supposed to do that? I'll show you my titties if you show me the rest of your cock."
"Take my jock right off, huh? Jesus, that'd really knock your little eyes out. No, honey. We better quit. Cool off in the pool. Whew!"
She jerked the front of her leotard down, baring a pair of protuberandy pink nipples so incredibly sweet-looking they made Stanley softly moan. She showed him all she had-just about-and then she clutched his cockshaft as if she owned it and pulled " the sweaty waist strap inches down his belly.
"God damn, Darla," Stan murmured. "Those have got to be the prettiest little titties I ever saw in my life. Bar none."
She stuck them up at him and said, "You can look at 'em all you want if I can see your cock."
He sighed and said, "Stand back," set beer can and hosiery on the hot concrete and got up out of the chair.
She didn't stand, she knelt, little butt on her heels and rosebud titties sticking out, eyes fixed on his cock as he pushed the flimsy jock strap down. Stans' big, stiff cock bobbed all around in front of her face. Her eyes and her mouth opened wide at the full sight of it and he let himself think what it would be like to grab her by the head and pull her innocent little mouth over his near-bursting cockhead. "Oh, no!" she squeaked, and covered her mouth with her hands for a moment as his big, hairy coconut balls hove into view. But then her hands went crawling down her naked torso to clench tightly in her lap as her father let the jock strap fall around his feet and stood erect and proudly naked with his big bare dick sticking out and his heavy nuts dangling.
"Satisfied now?" he said.
She quickly shook her head and he sighed and sat down, flaming cock stuck up like a flagpole, balls hanging over the edge of the chair. He got his beer and drank deeply from it, set it down and curled his hand around his cock. He didn't give a damn any more and he said, "I suppose you want to watch while I jack off now. I suppose you want to see me cum. Christ, you women are never satisfied, are you?"
"Is that jacking off? Like you're doing? What's coming? Oh, it's so big, and it sticks straight up! And it's so weird looking! How do you keep it in your pants when it gets like that? Is it really as hard as it looks? Daddy, couldn't I touch it again? Please? PLe-e-e-ease?? "
"Shit, I don't care," he muttered, and let his hands dangle.
She giggled and said, "The way you talk when Mommy is gone. O-o-o-o, it's just awful hard," said she, in quite a different voice, as she wrapped both little hands about it and gave it a squeeze and a stroke that very nearly made his nuts explode.
"It must hurt you. The way you jumped...." she said, still stroking softly, not about to give it up now that she had it again.
"It doesn't hurt a bit now. Ah-h-h-h!" He laid back in the chair, all fenced in, no one to see or even suspect he was there with his little girl kneeling before him, jacking him off as no man had ever been jacked off before. But then again, did other fathers let this happen? If so, did they dig it as much as he was? Later for those thoughts. Now was the time to go blank and enjoy. "It doesn't hurt a bit now, thanks to you, honey. And if you keep that up a little longer, you're going to find out what cumming is, all by your little self."
She knit her little brows and chewed on her lower lip, concentrating hard on what she was doing, jacking him off. Her two hands just fit around it nicely, and all by herself she'd already learned the rhythm and the pressure that would drive a man nuts and then let him get his rocks off. His cock had never looked so big as it did now, sticking out of her little hands. If it had ever felt any better, he couldn't remember when. The hell with Diana and her gorgeous white ass when there were kicks like this to be had.
Darla looked from his cock to his face and giggled. "Stop acting so silly, Daddy."
"If you knew how this felt...." He took a deep, shuddering breath and clutched the chair arms. "Whew!" He squirmed his bare ass against the wet canvas and said, "If you really wanna see me act silly just hold your hands still for a minute. But don't be surprised if ... something wild happens."
"What, Daddy? What?" she said, eyes wide again and soft hands held rigid, watching with undisguised dismay as he worked his muscular hips up and down and pumped his cock through her fists.
"Oh, God damn. This's just too fucking much."
"Fucking. Is this like fucking?" His jaw was slack and his head was rocking back and forth. He was panting and the muscles of his sweaty belly were contracting with his buttocks and hips. The greatest feelings in the world were surging through him and he said, "Yeah. Yeah, honey, it's a lot like fucking."
She giggled and said, "But it's so weird."
"If you could feel it ... you'd understand. Ah-h-h. Oh, Jesus."
"But I don't have a cock, silly. Oo, it's really getting wet now! And it smells so ... I don't know ... weird."
"Quit if you don't like it. Whew! Maybe you better. Yeah. Jesus Christ, I can't take much more of this."
He started to withdraw his cock from her hands and she said, "No, Daddy! Please! I won't laugh at you. Let me do it. Let me jack you off," she said, and her little hands began to fly.
"Go ahead. Oh-h-h-h, Jesus, go ahead," said Stan, slumped back and panting hard, holding hard to the chair arms lest he grab her and throw her down on the hot concrete and fuck hell out of her.
"Oh, look!" She was totally absorbed by it now. "Oh, Daddy, it's getting even harder!" She was panting in shared excitement, not knowing what she was doing but doing a great job of it. "It's wet all over the end and it still keeps coming out!" Her face was as beautiful as any woman's, her tits as sexy as Racquel Welch's. "It's going to do something, isn't it? Daddy, isn't it?"
"I love you. You're an angel. Oh-h-h-h, shit! Don't get scared now. Stay with me, baby. Oh! OH! Oh-h-h, baby!" he cried, and out it came.
Out and up. He hadn't shot with such force since he was a kid. A great gout of white came spitting up, ripping up from his toes, racking him with wildest pleasure. Up it went from the pumping circle of his daughter's hands, trailing a sticky thread, with another one on the way. "OH!" he cried, as it reached a zenith before her startled eyes, then jumped on her cheek and clung.
"Look at it go! Just look at it go!" she exclaimed, pumping faster, making Stan's jism leap and making him nearly twist the arms off the chair.
He moaned and churned in the deck chair, closing his knees on her hips, and jerking upward with his hips to help her with the wonderful thing she was doing for him. "Look at it cum!" he said, with his hot white semen drooling down over her hands now and lubricating the way for the final moments of a tremendous ejaculation.
She pumped his cock harder still. "More! Make it do it some more!"
"That's enough. Oh, baby, that sure is enough," said Stan, and slumped back in the chair to let the wild tinglings everywhere in his body be felt.
She took her hands from his cock and wiped them on her hips, still staring at it with utter fascination as it lay drooped over his thigh, slowly oozing white over his tan skin. "Is that what ... cumming is?"
He nodded. "It sure as hell is. Whew! And if you ever tell your mother about this I'll strangle you. You won't tell anyone at all, will you?" he said, and took her by her shoulders.
She shook her head solemnly. "I'll never tell. Can I do it again?"
"You're beautiful. You know that?" He kissed her pretty pink lips, wanted to crush her in his arms, to devour her. He wanted to shoot himself for feeling this way about her, but Christ, she'd loved it and it hadn't done her any harm. "You have some cum on your face, honey," he said, and wiped it off with his fingers.
She looked at her hands and giggled. "You got it all over me. It's not bad, is it? I mean, like peepee. It doesn't smell bad."
"Oh, no. Most women ... really like the taste of it."
"They do?" She licked her fingers and a surge of horny lust swept through him. "It doesn't taste good like chocolate syrup or something." She licked her palm. "But I like the taste of it."
Jesus, what the hell was he doing to her? And how the hell could he stop himself? "You better wash it off your hands. It's not for little girls. None of this is. Damn, I've gotta get in that pool and cool off."
"Big old cock," she said, and grabbed it and giggled as he got to his feet.
"Just forget all about this," he told her, and took two steps and dove into the pool.
He dove deep, and the rushing coolness cleared his head. He'd had too much beer and he'd gotten himself too horny looking forward to spending the whole weekend with Diana. He'd taken advantage of his daughter's young curiosity and exposed her to sex far too early in her life, and to strictly forbidden sex at that. He could blame it on her curiosity or on Diana's absence or even on his complete disinterest in Marge, but it was really all his fault. He couldn't undo it, but maybe he could make it up to her. Somehow he'd do that, he promised himself, and rose to the surface of the pool.
Darla was seated by the edge, beaming a smile at him, sunlight turning her hair gold, little tits looking sweeter than even her smile. He heaved himself up and sat beside her, feet dangling in the water, and she reached out and grasped his prick. "It's soft now, but it's still so big. And warm. When can I jack off again?"
"We're not going to do it any more." He left her with difficulty and went and picked up his jock strap. He was already starting to get another hard-on as he snugged it up in place, and behind him she was saying, "But you said I could."
"If I did, I lied," he grumbled.
"You big meanie!" she said, and slapped his bare ass.
He jumped a foot and whirled, and she was giggling and running away, half empty leotard dangling about her cute little legs. He roared in mock rage and she squealed with delight as he went after her. He caught her and scooped her up in his arms, growling and making as if he was going to bite her throat. She felt so warm and cuddly, so soft and sensuous against his chest. She grinned, happy as could be, and slung her arms about his neck.
"You're going to let me do it again, aren't you? It surprised me so much I hardly got to see you cum this time. Can't I do it again? Just one more time? Pretty please?"
"We'll see," said Stan, and his grin was broad and his cock was good and hard again as he carried her into the house.
CHAPTER TWO
In a nearby city, Marge was saying, "Take off your clothes in the bathroom and I'll see what I can do with your back." She hoped her concern wouldn't show.
Her beautiful, towheaded thirteen-year-old son smiled bravely and headed for the bathroom, shedding his clothes. It was hot in the motel room and Marge felt like shedding hers, too. She hadn't expected to be back from the swim meet so soon so she'd shut off the air conditioner when they'd left. All the other parents and boys were still at the meet, competing and cheering, but she and Randy came back early because he'd pulled a back muscle in placing in his heat race. If she couldn't ease his pain, it would mean months of training down the drain and an early return to the dull, dreary house.
Randy's grunt of pain made her whirl from the window air conditioner. He was standing by the bathroom door, looking like a young Adonis with a towel around his waist, body as sleek and smooth as it was in the water. "Lie down on your stomach on the bed, darling. Mother will help you."
He smiled weakly, red-faced, hands crossed in front of him, and as she went to his side she noticed a clearly discernible bulging of the towel. He had a youthful erection, and this sudden knowledge made her blush and wonder if her presence had anything to do with it. But that was impossible.
She was old and twenty pounds overweight, and growing boys like him were troubled with erections all the time. His apprehension about the swim meet might have caused it, for instance, but certainly not her closeness or what was left of her beauty. She couldn't even get Stan excited any more, couldn't even get him to stop fooling around with whomever it was he was seeing on the sly. Maybe it was pressure from the muscle pull that had Randy's little prick in its current hot, hard, tingling state, but it certainly couldn't be because of her.
True, she was rather revealingly dressed in a very full halter top and bell bottomed pants that were too tight in seat and crotch, but boys didn't look at their mothers in terms of their being sexy. Her face was very alluringly made up and she was wearing musky perfume on this hot day, but she was old, even older than Stan, and far too old to look good to a boy Randy's age.
If he'd seen her twenty years ago when she and Stan had been courting in various nudist camps, that would have been different. Big jutting breasts, a slender waist, smoothly curved hips, beautiful firm bottom, willowy long legs, these would have raised a hard-on on a dead man. But now, at thirty-eight, she was over the hill and she knew it. But did Randy? She tried to put herself in his mind for a moment-the motel practically deserted at this time of day, this room where hundreds of people had come to fuck and suck, the subdued artificial lighting whereby her wrinkles didn't show, but her dyed red hair and her very full breasts and her clearly outlined pussy did. If he could forget for a moment that she was his mother, a hard-on might spring up, and if that was the case she was flattered to the point of being highly titillated about it. She tried to see it again as she laid him down on the bed, and sure enough, it was there. And her pussy was so titillated that its lips pulsed and swelled in a manner she could feel throughout her lonely old body. For the first time in her life, Marge was sorry that this particular boy was her son....
Randy lay with his cheek on his arm, smiling gratefully up at her and trying not to look at her tits, but failing. They were the biggest, roundest tits in the world, even though they did belong to his mother. The cleavage between them was very, very deep, and a great deal of creamy whiteness showed between the knot holding her green halter top together. The material was so thin he could see the outlines of her nipples, the same nipples he and his sister had nursed on when he was far too young to appreciate it. Then he'd gotten only nourishment out of those beautiful sexy big boobs, but lately he'd been getting far better than that. His prick was very hard, agonizingly itchy between his belly and the mattress.
Years ago he'd gotten milk out of those two big globes by sucking on them; lately he'd think about them and get hard-ons, then play with his dick till he got cream out of it. He couldn't help it. His mother's tits were just too sexy, and there was something inherently wrong with him because he got hard-ons all the time and he couldn't keep his hands off his prick. He longed to grab it and jerk it off now, but that would have to wait till he got to the bathroom again. And until then, he'd look at all he could of his mother's tits, because he was a very bad boy and couldn't help himself.
"Right here in your lower back? On this side?" said Marge, kneading gently, marveling at how firm his flesh was, how smooth the skin, how vitally warm his young body was.
"Uh-huh. A little lower. There," he said, as bad as he could be now because he'd directed her wonderfully soothing hands to a point below the actual pain, to a point where their pressures pushed his hard-on harder against the mattress. "Nn-n-n. Feels good," he murmured, and let his gaze fall to her crotch for a moment, felt more evil still, and looked up at her tits once more.
"This towel doesn't help," said Marge, and loosened its knot, pushed it down a few inches over the rising swells of his muscular young buttocks, perfectly beautiful, what she could see of them, enough to make her pussy twinge and pulse again.
"Feels better," he muttered, with his prick starting to ooze and his gaze deliberately dropping down to his mother's pussy again.
"If I have anything to do with it, you're going to win that meet. I'll make all the pain go away," she promised, and was suddenly struck with the knowledge of what the pressure of her hands might be doing to his erection. Was she inflaming it even more? By pressing it rhythmically against the mattress was she performing a kind of masturbation? If she went on would he have an ejaculation? she wondered, and this speculation almost buckled her knees and made her stop. But how could he possibly compete with his prick in that stiff state, and how could he hope to win? A vision of his clean young prick cleaving clear water like a shark's fin suddenly intruded on her, and her knees went so weak she leaned too heavily on his back.
"Uh-h-h-h," he moaned, feet kicking weakly up, hands clutching the pillow, prick coming perilously close to creaming.
"Too much?" she anxiously said. "Did I hurt my baby?"
"Felt good," he murmured, sending a surge of relief through her. "Just what I need."
"Mother always knows what you need," said Marge, and took a deep, thrilling breath and pulled the towel away from his dear, sweet, impossibly sexy little bottom.
He had to fight to keep from shooting when she first touched his bare flesh there and she had to fight to keep from love-biting his bare ass and lavishing it with kisses. Her kneading hands were well below the muscle pull now, but he'd forgotten any pain in his back in favor of the sweet pain in his prick, and she'd even forgotten about the swim meet, for now she could glimpse his little nuts. They were in a tight pink sac, entirely hairless and trying to hide from her hungry old eyes, up between his slightly parted legs. She longed, she ached for one fast glimpse of his beautifully hard little pecker, already not content with the forbidden sight of his teenaged balls. She was breathing heavily with each downward pressure of her lightly sweating palms, and he was breathing deeply of her perfume and thrilling at every clutching touch of her hands on his butt and wondering if he could possibly conceal it from her if he creamed against the towel.
Marge couldn't speak to him now or he'd wonder at the hot trembling in her voice. Had he gone to sleep, and if so could she very gently roll him over and gaze at his prick, then take it in her mouth and suck it till it filled her heart and her cunt? Dreadful thought. She hadn't even sucked Stan off in years, for the notion of it had always repelled her. But now, looking down at her son's slightly flushed buttocks, at the tight ring of his anus, at those little balls trying to hide from her view, her mouth was watering for just one taste of his sweet boy's body. She was standing directly over his naked ass now, gazing straight down at how her strong old hands could make his fine young flesh move, and as if in answer to a prayer he shifted his legs and spread them wider.
"Still hurt, darling?" said she, in a voice far too warm and throaty for conversation between a mother and her son.
"Feeling better ... mm-mm ... all the time," he murmured back, deep in a dream world of exquisite sensations, a world inhabited by big bouncing tits and hairy crotches and laughing red-haired women with constantly reaching hands.
"I'll make it better all the way," she promised, fearing he could feel her hot breath on his ass, hardly caring, and looking right at his tight little nuts while the moving pressures of her hands made his asshole wink lewdly at her.
"Do it. Yes, do it," Randy murmured, feelings rising so steeply he knew he couldn't control them now.
"I am, honey. Everything's going to be all right," said Marge, feeling every trembling of his body, feeling so weak and gushy and melty that she had to sit down on the bed beside him.
His arm was nudged by her hip, and when he opened his eyes her ass was there, huge and beautifully curved. Her warm breath could be felt on his ass now, along with her fantastic hands, kneading and roiling his amazingly sensitive asscheeks and driving his prick on to the point of no return. Her thumb brushed his asshole and he gave a start and hit her big bottom sharply with his elbow, but too many things were happening to him just then to even apologize.
Marge knew very well he was cumming. She was cumming too in a strange and wonderful way, and all it had taken from him was the sudden jab of his elbow against her big hot bottom. Squirming her ass on the bed, desperately seeking some friction for her wet, badly swollen, absolutely seething cuntlips, she went on squeezing and kneading his orgasmically convulsing buttocks, gazing right at his rhythmically contracting nuts, almost fainting from the sweet scent of his boyish body ejaculating under her hands.
Her spirits soared. She felt like saintly Joan of Arc and sexy Marilyn Monroe rolled up in one as her loving hands squeezed the cream right out of him, made his fine young body jerk and squirm and pant, made her dearly beloved son feel good, all over. He came and came and came, trembling and panting but never uttering a word, the brave little dear, and when at last his tremblings and shootings had subsided, Marge indulged herself in a reward.
She laid her cheek against his ass, thrilled at the touch of that flesh to her lips, inhaled deeply as she could of his young male fragrance, and promised him, "You're going to win this meet, my darling angel, because you're the best boy in the whole wide world." She wasn't a bit ashamed of herself because of what she'd done for him, and just then she didn't give a damn if even Stan knew about it.
CHAPTER THREE
"Oh, Daddy, your cock's hard again!" Darla delightedly exclaimed.
On opening the back door he'd let her body sag in his arms. Her cute little butt had touched his reaching cockhead through his jock and at once her hand had swung down to confirm what she'd felt. In her innocence she had absolutely no fear of sex, and perhaps making a fuss about it would harm her more than leaving things as they were between them, Stan thought. But he knew that was just bullshit. He was just a horny bastard with no scruples at all, taking advantage of his own daughter, though certainly not really hurting her. But it did have to stop, and soon.
"Leave it alone, kiddo. It doesn't belong to you," he said.
"I just wish it did," said she, impishly grinning once more and trying to get her little hand inside the well-filled pouch of his jock.
"I said that's enough!" he sternly said, and tried to set her down, but as agile as a monkey she slung both arms about his neck again and wrapped her little legs about his hips.
His hands went naturally to her waist, to her ass and then back again. Her face was the cutest one he'd ever seen in his life, pug-nosed, grinning, blue eyes sparkling, complexion so clear it shone. The skin of her belly would be like that. He could even feel its warm, delicate clarity through his jock and her leotard with his amazingly restored hard-on. And he could certainly feel those perfect little rosebud titties against his bare chest as she hung and clung to him. He touched his lips to her nose and she immediately pursed her pink lips up at him and let them beg for more kisses. He indulged himself in one touch of those lips with his and right away he was sorry he'd done it because they tasted so sweet that his cockhead bulged up between them over the waistband of his jock.
"Climb off me now," he said. "Climb off and go change the music while I get dressed and make us some lunch."
"I won't," said she, and clung more tightly, wriggled happily and most disturbingly against his hotly swollen cock. "I won't let go till you promise you'll let me jack off for you again."
"Like hell you won't climb off me," he said, and gave her a hard swat on her bottom.
The hurt showed in her face and her lower lip thrust out, but still she clung to him. He glared sternly at her and swatted her again, and again. She whimpered and knit her brows and he could feel every impact of his big hand through her little body to his cock. And then he swatted her too hard, and. this startling change swept across her childish face for a moment and she moaned like a woman in orgasm, even looked like a woman in orgasm, and Stan was so shaken he pulled her arms from around his neck and made her get down. She was rubbing her cunning little bottom, pouting back at him over her bare shoulder so he thought his heart might break as she sidled out of the kitchen. He leaned on the sink, shaking his head and looking down at big cock, and it looked up at him and didn't offer any help at all.
The tape was changed to soft dance music, and Stan roused himself and turned to the refrigerator. He got out cold cuts and butter and mayonnaise and was scowling as he arranged them on the sink when the elastic legband of his jock was pulled out and snapped against his leg. He transferred his scowl to his daughter as she scampered from the kitchen, just itching to be caught and rough-housed with, maybe even spanked if it let her get hold of her old man's fascinating old cock again. Marge had lost her interest in it, Diana had some interest in it, but it was still totally fascinating to little Darla. Stan turned his attention back to the sandwiches.
She caught him again, goosing him and even brushing her fingers against his balls as he bent over to get the bread out. This time he scarcely reacted, outwardly, but her quick touch re-stiffened his cock. He got out another beer, took a big swill of it and made a face and set it aside and got out a can of root beer instead. He watched the door from the corner of his eye as he made the sandwiches, ready to whirl and really bawl her out the next time she came back to try to tease him out of his gourd.
He spotted her in the doorway. She was moving back and forth in time to the music, and softly calling, "Daddiee. Daddiee-e-e." He glanced up and came close to gaping, for she'd taken off her blue-spangled leotard and tied its sleeves behind her neck and was doing a sort of a hula, arms outstretched from her sides, lithe little hips flashing white behind the swaying shield of her empty garment.
"You better put that back on," he muttered.
She smiled down at his cock, all abulge in its white knit pouch and screaming to get out, and she grinned more broadly and said, "Make me."
"I'll paddle your butt. I mean it," he warned.
She stuck out her tongue at him and turned, stuck out her tongue again as she waggled her bare bottom, the most adorable in all the world, challenging him to come get it. He tucked the waistband of his jock over his exposed cockhead and beckoned sternly to her. "Come here, young lady."
She faced him, leotard hanging before her titties and hiding her little cunt. "I get to play with your cock again. You promised."
"Come here. Do as I say, Darla."
"Daddy, I want to see it squirt again. Please?" she said, and took a step closer.
He beckoned again and she came forward pouting, edging up toe to toe with him and putting both little hands on the long bulge of his still cock. He smiled and reached round her neck to untie the sleeves of her leotard, and he said, "Let Daddy see how pretty you really are."
They communicated beautifully through then-broad grins as he undid the loosely knotted sleeves. He pulled it out from between them and let it fall, and she snuggled her naked body against him and took possession of his prick again.
"Can I make it cum again, Daddy?"
"Yes, honey. It really wants to cum again for you. But first let me look at you all naked and pretty as can be."
"You won't laugh at me because I don't have any hair down there?"
"On your little pussy? No, dear, I won't laugh."
"Mmm. You didn't laugh 'cause my titties are so little."
"I think they're beautiful that way," he said, and slipped his hands around her narrow chest and very gently thumbed them, looking for and seeing the flash of sensual response in her face before she looked down at what he was doing. Christ, was she old enough to respond all the way to his touch? The conjecture was staggering, and so was the prospect of seeing her stark naked, jacking him off.
The waistband of his jock was peeled down again. The head of his cock, great ruddy knob, was nestled warmly between his tanned hairy belly and her alabaster white tummy, and she murmured, "I wish it would spit for me right now, right up between us."
"It'd get jism all over your pretty little titties."
"I wish they were bigger. I wish they were as big as Mommy's and your cock was squirting all over em.
He hugged her and made his cock disappear, but its presence was very clearly felt as he murmured in her hair, "So do I, baby. I'd like to be creaming all over you now, in your mouth and everything, and ... Oh, Jesus!" He hugged her harder, trembled along with her, laughed and pushed her away and said, "Damn it, let's have a look at you, angel."
She posed and postured and pirouetted, naked as she could be. He looked at her and chuckled and shook his head, with a cock as hard as it had ever been in its life. She was half woman and half child, and all of her was as sexy as it could be. Little pink titties, seen in profile and head on. Deeply cleft, very round bottom, made in miniature but able to shimmy and shake like a burlesque queen's. Long honey hair swirling about her and bright smile on her excited face while he worshipfully watched her and she looked down at the big bulge of his cock. Little cunt that he could only glimpse as a slitted plump Y, because she was still a little shy about that.
"Take your hand away," he said. "Let me see your pussy."
"Let me see your cock."
"You already did. You saw all of me. Now let's see all of you."
"No. Show me your cock first."
Stan sighed as if deeply disgusted, then stripped off his jock and tossed it aside. His big old cock was pointing straight at her, looking ready to leap off his body at her. His balls hung heavy, loaded. She stared, as if seeing it for the first time, giggled and said, "It's so weird."
"I can always put it away," said Stan, and made as if to reach for his jock.
"Oh, no!"
She quickly took her hands away from her cunt and clasped them before her belly, showing him the slim plump pube with its deep slit between the fatty mounds. "No hair," she said.
Stan nodded far more calmly than he felt. "Now let's see your pussy, Darla," he said, and took his big prick in hand and slowly stroked it.
Right away she spraddled her legs, bent at the knees, and opened out the tiny lips of her cunt with her fingers. She looked apprehensively to him for approval and she smiled back when he smiled and nodded at her. It was a beautiful little cunt, perfect in every detail even to the diminutive clitoris she was showing him so freely now, and her smile grew warmer with his as they stood there in the quiet kitchen, her holding her little cunt open, him slowly stroking his big hot cock.
"It's okay?" she finally said.
"Okay? It's beautiful."
"Now can I play with your cock some more?" He shook his head. "Nope. You can't do anything for a while. You've just gotta stand there, right like you are, and not even move. Okay?"
"Well ... okay."
"Don't move now," he said, and came forward, got down on his knees, then on his hands and knees, and brushed his lips back and forth over the incredibly smooth warm mound of her pussy.
"Oh, Daddy! That tickles!"
"Mm-hm."
He turned his head sideways and nibbled with his lips between her fingers at her cuntlips. He stuck out his tongue and touched her clit with it.
"Daddy, that really tickles! Don't!"
"Mm-hm," he said, and slid his tongue down the tight groove of her delectable little slit, fully savoring her unbelievable freshness and firmness, even digging her giggling as he crouched there on the floor with his big horny cock and balls hanging down.
"What're you doing? Are you licking me?"
"Mm-hm," said Stan, and laved his warm wet tongue broadly over the shallow crevices of her loins and up her belly. He hadn't had near enough of her cunt, but at least he'd tasted it and that might ease his appetite for a while.
"Daddy, stop tickling so!" she said, but now her hands were on his head, silently urging him on just as much as her squirming naked torso was doing. He worked his way up to her titties, wanted to suck them in with all the force in his body, and he swirled his stiff tongue all around and over them, back and forth, one by one till she was breathing hard and making sounds of confused distress.
"You don't like that, Darla?"
"I don't know. It feels so weird."
"Mm-mm. Like my cock looks weird?"
"Daddy, I like your cock. You know that. But when you do that with your tongue ... it just feels weird."
"But not bad." Christ, what tits, what undiscovered delights for both of them!
"No, not bad. It just tickles. Sort of weird. Down deep. Inside."
"D'you feel it down here?" he softly said, and ran a big, trembling hand up the inside of her small, perfect leg.
"All over. I ... Oh, Daddy. Oh, that feels ... nice."
"It should," he said, sucking her little tits, feeling her little pussy, feeling good. "Now you have an idea of what I feel like when you jack me off and things."
"Really? Really? Does it really feel this good? How do you stand it, Daddy? Ooo, how does it feel when you cum?"
"I'll show you ... I'll try to show you. Mm-mm."
"Can I make you cum again? Can I?"
"Sure, but ... but have you had enough of this? Hm?"
"I don't know. I just feel so weird. Oh, Daddy!" she exclaimed, and he swooped down with his tongue and stabbed it through the tight fat lips of her cunt again for another appetizer before whatever they were having instead of lunch.
"Daddy!" She cried it out in alarm, pushed at his head and tried to back away, but he held her there with a big hand on her tight little ass and slithered and slid his tongue deeper through her tight slit. "Don't or I'll wet my pants!"
There was the threat of tears in her voice and that would never do. Stan curbed his incredibly horny appetite and rose to his knees laughing, saying, "But you don't have any pants on, honey."
She was frightened, fearful of these new sensations being thrust upon her. Stan knew he had to slow down, somehow, and get her relaxed enough to enjoy some of the sexual excitement raging through him. He kissed her cheek and said, "Do you want to put some pants on so you can wet 'em?"
"Don't make fun of me," she pouted, and cupped her hand over her cunt.
"I was just kidding you. Everything's okay, Darla. That's just how you women feel when you're fooling around with sex. It feels so good you don't know if you're going to faint or wet your pants or what, and then you cum and everything's just fine."
"Really? I don't know if I'd like that."
"You will. I guarantee it." His cock felt like it hadn't cum in ten years. It was sticking up between her legs as he knelt before her, and he lifted its heavy weight and let it rest against the hand that covered her cunt. He said, "I think I'd better put this away, make us some lunch, and then take you over to your girl friend's house for the weekend like we planned."
"No." She took it in her hand again, clasped it against her warm soft groin, and he almost creamed. "I want to play with it some more. You said I could. And I want to spend the weekend here with you."
"But I have business. Like I told you. I should try to call them again right now and then get going, if they're ready to talk. And we really shouldn't be doing this, honey. You're too young. Heck, you don't even like it when I kiss your pussy, and that's an awfully nice thing for a guy to do for his girl."
"I liked it," she said, pulling at his cock, pressing it against her flesh. "It just felt weird."
"You might not even like cumming. You might not be able to."
"I don't care. I just like to play with your cock."
"And I like to play with your cunt, said Stan, and reached to the sink top and scooped butter onto his middle finger.
"Some butter for my baby's jampot," he said with a smile. "Open your legs and let's see if you can take it, kid."
She giggled and spread her legs quite wide. The head of his cock reached almost to her titties as she clung to it. She smiled trustingly at him and giggled when he began to slip his thick, buttered finger through her crotch.
"Now doesn't that feel nice?"
She nodded quickly, and started jacking him off again.
"You're not going to wet your pants, are you?"
"I might even surprise you and cum. I bet I could do it. But I want to make you cum again! Can I do it now?"
"Pretty soon. So you think you could cum, eh?" said Stan, slipping his finger over and over again through her crotch, sliding it over her little clit and the portals of her impossibly small vagina, on up till its blunt end was nudging inside her asshole, and back again. "You should do it first, you know. Ladies first. But don't worry about it. Just have a good time, relax, and if it's going to happen it'll happen."
Her feet slipped a bit on the tile floor and her legs spread wider as she did the splits. His cockhead did reach up to her titties now. It was just the same color, slippery wet from her strokings and larger than the delicate little rosebud she held it against. She pulled it against herself, squirmed her tummy up against it, and said in childish fashion, "How can I relax with this big old thing poking up at me?"
"Close your eyes and don't look at it if you like. A lot of women keep their eyes closed when they have sex, but I don't think you'll ever be one of those. A lot of women keep their eyes and their mouths shut during sex, and they miss a lot by not seeing everything and talking about what's going on. Pussy feeling good?"
"Mm-hmm-mm. It tickles really nice now."
Stan took a deep breath, maintained his smile, and said in most natural tones, "You like fingerfucking better than tongue-fucking, do you? Good enough for now," he went on, as her flushed face brightened at his use of the dirty words. He went right on with them, gaining dirty pleasure from each one he used as he fingered her naked little twat. "But you'll get to like having your cunt kissed and your clit sucked on, too. You'll like every bit of sex, even getting fucked, when you're old enough for that."
"You think I'd like cocksucking?" she said, looking shyly down at his prick.
Once again he almost came, but he recovered quickly, and smoothly said, "Where'd you hear a word like that?"
"It's written in the girl's room at school. It says, 'Lynette is a cocksucker.' It's bad for a girl to do, isn't it?"
He kissed her and said, "Not at all." He took his finger from her slippery warm little cunt and gently drew her down on her knees with him. His cock was well up between her tits now, just below her chin, and she only had to lower her head a little when he said, "Try it and see for yourself."
She kissed its sticky wet end, looked up at him licking her lips and holding his cock in both hands. "It tastes nice. Will it ... cum in my mouth if I suck on it? You wouldn't tell, would you?"
He smiled at her. "Do you think I'd write it on the bathroom wall? Suck my cock, honey. But don't do it if you don't want it to cum in your mouth, 'cause it sure is ready to cum."
She grinned at him. And she was still grinning up at him through her eyes as she crouched lower and took the whole head of his cock in her mouth.
"Oh, Jesus. God damn, that feels good!" he said, feeling ten feet tall and bursting with pleasure as the little angel kept right on sucking, holding to his cockshaft with both hands and looking down at it, breathing faster and using her mouth and tongue with amazing deftness for a girl with her inexperience.
"Too much. Too fucking much!" said Stan, and she stayed right with him as he sat his bare butt down on his heels, stroking her head and touching her back with hands that could crush her.
She stopped for a moment, drew a deep breath, and said, "Let me know when it's gonna cum."
"I will, baby, I will," he said, sprawling on his side now and drawing her little head down with him till his cock was well inside her sucking mouth again. Her open eagerness was just as much of a turn-on as her mouth was, and there was so much more to be had with her.
"Let me get at your cunt, honey. Let me fingerfuck you a little while you're sucking me off and make you feel half as good as I'm feeling."
He helped her scramble around and open her legs to him, never for a moment relinquishing the hold of her hands and mouth on his prick. Her cunt was still buttery slick and bright pink, and he'd have sucked it and kissed it even if it had been pissing, but he couldn't reach it with his mouth because of the way she was making him thrash around on the floor. It was all he could do to slide his finger through the tight, plump groove of her cunt a few times before he really went out of control.
"Baby, here it cums! OH! Suck it all up! OH, CHRIST! Suck it all-l-l-l up!"
"Mmf! MMF!"
She sucked harder still on it and Stan went wild. He was tearing up the floor now, completely out of control as the big, big orgasm seized him and shot a great long spurt of hot jism into Darla's mouth and down her gullet. He saw her throat work as she gulped it down-once-twice-and then she took her mouth off it and worked another white gusher out with her hands. It spit up out of the rosy red knob of his cock and was quickly engulfed by her hot little child's mouth, and down her throat it went.
The ejaculation grabbed Stan by the spine, so convulsing him that his jerking hips pulled his prick out of her mouth, and it oozed heavily over her mouth and down her chin. She got her mouth on it again, slid her cum-smeared lips all over the knob of it while she kept working that shaft in her hands. It was all over her chin and cheeks and nose as she licked it and worked it to coax more out. Still the eleven-year-old kept sucking and licking, and still he kept cumming. She acted like she thought he had an endless reservoir of the cream in his cock, which she so obviously relished, and he felt for a while that indeed he did.
"Suck that big cock, baby. Oh, yeah. Get it all out," he moaned, panting, and she looked up at him and smiled with her eyes again as she slipped her hands down and took hold of his heavy nuts.
"Easy, baby. Oh, you're wonderful! Ohmigod that was good," he said, sighing now and starting to wilt, every nerve in his body going limp and relaxed, yet still all atingle.
She took her mouth off his cock, laughed and licked it and licked her fingers. She kissed it and clasped it to her cheek and said, "You like that better than you like getting jacked off. I really made you cum big, and it tasted so good! I just love your cock!" she said, kissing it and sucking it, never happier in her life. "Come here. Let me hold you," he said, and reached out his hands for her.
She climbed up and laid on his chest, and he hugged her and kissed her and petted her with his stiff, wet cock between their embracing bellies.
"You're a wonderful girl and I love you very much," he said. "And you like sucking cock, eh?"
"I sure do! Especially when you jump all around and cum like you do. It's really fun! Did I do it right? Am I a good cocksucker?"
"You're the best little cocksucker in the world. You made me cum, didn't you?"
"I wonder if that Lynette does it good. Can I suck on it some more?" It's still nice and big," she said, squirming her tummy against it, then reaching down for it.
"Sure you can. But I'm fresh out of cum right now. And I get to suck you off next. Right? Do you want a sandwich first, or shall we just go on into the bedroom where you can have that pretty little pussy of yours kissed and licked in comfort."
"My tummy feels all full and nice," she said, and rubbed it up against his. "Let's go into the bedroom. Carry me?"
"Glad to," said Stan, and he heaved them both to an upright position. They were beaming smiles at each other and exchanging kisses as he bore her off down the hall, her clinging tightly to him, him with his cock sprung up between her widespread legs.
CHAPTER FOUR
Marge's pussy had started to throb in the motel room and it kept up its steady, insistent throbbing in the stands of the swimming stadium. There were dozens of near naked boys before her, enough to satisfy the wildest dreams of the wildest nymphomaniac, but she only had eyes for one of them, and that was her son. He crouched on the diving platform and she clutched her purse to her breasts. He leaped far out in the water and her heart and even her throbbing cunt stood still, but then both organs were pounding away along with his swift, deep strokes, as his back held firm. She squealed like a girl when he inched ahead, bouncing up and down on the hard bench till her pussy squelched hotly in her pants. He was going to win it! She knew he was! And she kept up a steady squealing and bouncing till his hand flashed first to the finish line and a delicious feeling of languorous pleasure sizzled everywhere through her body.
"Excuse me. Pardon me," she said, making her way out toward the aisle, big tits with their swollen nipples swaying over one set of heads, big ass with its sopping pussy waggling past a set of unseen faces. She hurried toward the finish line where her son stood dripping and grinning and looking for her. She hugged him, icy wet and cold on the outside, thrillingly warm inside. She laughed at her wetted pants and halter and he grinned down at how his body had plastered the thin green material against her big soft tits and good hard nipples.
"We've got two hours till the final race," she said. "The one you're going to win. Get dressed, honey. We're going back to the motel and make sure that back doesn't bother you again."
"Sure, Mom," he said, and was gone toward the locker room, but not before she'd seen the makings of a good stiff hard-on in his tight swim trunks. She sighed happily and bestowed an indulgent smile on the other boys and their parents, and through it all her pussy kept up its steady throbbing, throbbing, throbbing.
They communicated with smiles on the short drive to the motel. She was too excited to talk, and Randy looked equally proud and excited. In their room at the deserted motel, she told him to undress for her once again and she was disappointed when he went into the bathroom to do it. She exhorted herself to patience and sat down on the bed and watched the bathroom door, ticking off seconds with the miserably sweet throbbing of her cunt.
"Come sit down with me, dear," said she when he emerged, the most beautiful male animal in the world, with a lovely long bulge under the wrapper of his towel.
She patted the bed and he sat down beside her, nice and close. "Yes, Mom?"
She hugged him and kissed his cheek, kissed his shoulder and stroked his back. She petted his leg and squeezed his hip and said, "Oh, I'm so proud of you for winning. That was the best time you ever had!"
"I got off to a good start." He hugged her and kissed in return, and in the process of it managed to cop a pretty good feel of her big soft tit, which made her jump as if she'd been shot. "Oh, I'm sorry! Did I hurt you, Mom?"
"Not at all, darling!" said Marge, and kissed his hand and placed it on her breast again, patted it warmly there to prove that all was well, and experienced another lovely little orgasm. She took a very deep breath, patted his naked thigh with one hand and holding his hand against her stiff-nippled tit with the other, and she said, "I want to have a talk with you, Randy."
"Sure, Mom," said he, wondering how much longer she'd forget where she had his hand, and wondering if he could stand much more of her hand on his leg.
"It was the best time you ever had today. Am I right? And only an hour or so before the race you were so crippled up with a sore back you could hardly move. Am I right again?"
"Aw, it wasn't that bad," said Randy, starting to sweat, waves of hot gooseflesh rippling all over his body, prick so hard it might never go soft again.
"Don't argue with me. You were a sick boy," she said, and took her hand from his leg to slip it down inside the towel behind him. "You were all tied up in knots, and not just right here in the small of your back. Do you know what it was? It was tenseness," she announced.
"Really?" he squeaked. Her hand had undone the towel, and there was a danger she'd see his fiendishly itching prick. Her other hand had moved his until the heel of it was up against bare flesh, very soft and smooth and warm, and there was still the danger that she'd realize he was feeling her up.
"Really," Marge affirmed, and nestled closer to him for this frank, intimate discussion that would do him so much good. "I've seen tenseness before in men. It can destroy them physically, and it's even worse with boys. Now, you were all tensed up with excitement and worry over this swim meet. So much so that your back knotted up and you almost lost that first heat race. Am I right? You could hardly move after the race and then something happened and you were just fine. What was it that happened, Randy?"
"Well, I, uh...." He looked around the room, perspiring freely and quite red-faced, while she smoothed her hand up and down his leg and further urged him to talk by pressing his hand more warmly against her tit. "You, uh, rubbed my back."
"Right," she said, "and wrong. Look at me, Randy. This is a serious conversation."
"Uh-huh." My God, she was beautiful. And so sexy! And so close!
She looked around the room. How did you bring up a subject like this? And yet it had to be done. For his own good. She faced him squarely and said, "Have you ever masturbated, Randy?"
"Oh, no! I, uh ... you mean, uh, like, uh, like j-jerking off? Oh, no. I never did do that. I heard some of the other guys talking about it. But I ... Oh, no. I never did that." Even his brow was sweating now. God, if she ever found out he flogged his dong at least once a day if not more....
"I'm glad," she said, knowing very well he was lying. "That's a habit you should never get into. If a boy masturbates too much he can never be satisfied by a woman. But if he doesn't, well, he gets tense ... like you were. Like you are," she said, and took another of those deep, shuddering breaths and crawled her hand up his leg.
"Oh, Mom!" he said, and her hand stopped inches short of his prick.
"Listen to me." She clutched his leg. "You were tense." She could feel the heat radiating from his prick. "You've always been tense, and that was why you didn't win all your races." Her hand moved closer to his cock, moved like a crab, and her other hand clutched him closer round the waist. "You're as good a swimmer as Johnny Weismuller, but you've always been so tense before that you made it hard for yourself. Hard!"
"Who's Johnny Weismuller?"
"Never mind about him!" she said, and grabbed his cock, his dear sweet beautiful hard cock, the hardest she'd ever felt in her life, and she gripped it hard and she bored right through his startled gaspings to say, "You need to get your nuts off. You're tense and you have sore muscles all the time because you're horny, just plain horny, and you can't get any relief because you're too good a boy to masturbate, and you're training too much at the pool at home to go out and get yourself a girl! I know what I'm talking about!" she said, and gripped him so hard he leaped and she lost the hold of his hand on her breast. "Listen to me! I want to help you! I have to help you, and I know how!"
"Oh, Mom! OH!" he cried, every muscle in his body tensed to hold back from shooting through her hand.
"Just lie back and let me do it! I have to do it. You won't win the damned meet unless I do it! Relax! It's something that has to be done, and ... Oh, my GOD!" she cried, and pushed him back flat on the bed and went after him.
She threw the towel aside and looked at what she held in her hand. Straight, white, slim, hard, with a cherry red knob pushed through stretched foreskin. It was so beautiful she felt for a moment like weeping. She kissed the satiny smooth end of it, sucked it in her mouth and jerked it off, and a sob escaped her lips because of all she'd missed in life.
"You okay, Mom?"
"Fine! I'm fine!" she said, happy as a lark again, and horny as a bitch in heat. "Just lie back and relax, darling. Mother's going to take every bit of tenseness out of your body."
She stroked his cock in her soft fist, hovering close over it and smiling wickedly at it. His seminal fluid was oozing out, clear as crystal, and there were definite traces of dried seminal fluid spread over the cocknob protruding from her hand that indicated he'd been hot for quite a while.
"How long have you had this big, stiff hard-on, darling?" she purred.
"I dunno. Whew! Seems like it's ... always hard lately."
"Poor baby." She spread the sticky fluid over the head of his cock with her finger, pressed her warm lips against it and slid them all around over it. "I'll just have to take care of it every time it gets that way." She sucked it and licked it and gave it some loving strokes. "I won't mind. I won't mind at all."
She had him so wonderfully hot he was churning up the bed clothes, heels thudding against the floor and head rolling back and forth. He was panting harder than he did in his races and saying, "Oh, Mom! Oh, Mom, I'm gonna shoot! Oh, criminey, that feels good!"
She was hot, too, scissoring her heavy thighs together to get some much needed friction for her slobbery wet old twat, and rubbing her hard-nippled tits against his leg, cumming over and over again in tingling, teasing little orgasms as she sucked on his cock. She wanted him to cum more than anything else in the world, but she also wanted to make it last, for this might never happen again. She tried to control her voice as well as her voracious appetite for him as she said, "Easy, baby. No rush. Relax and let Mother take good care of you."
Dizzy with desire, she rose up over his loins and loosened the tie that held her halter together. Her big tits rolled out and he raised his head, gawking. "Are they big enough for you?" she said.
"Mom, they're just huge! I ... Oh, wow!"
"And they're not just to look at," she said with a smile, and nestled them warmly over his nearly hairless loins.
His hard cock seemed to bore right into her heart as she pressed her tits together over it. "Look, darling," she said, and moved them with her hands so that his cockhead emerged and re-emerged from between their creamy softness.
"Gosh, they're so big, and ... oh, that feels so good!"
"I want you to get very hot before you cum, dear. The more you cum, the better you'll feel."
"Uh! I'm gonna cum a gallon! OH!" he cried, and began to shoot.
His body gave a mighty jerk and Marge was just able to get her mouth over his cock before the first spurt of his cream gushed out. She'd done it impulsively, and now it was squirting and squirting in her mouth, filling it up as she sucked and he thrashed about and clutched at her hair and cried out in his ecstasy. Each of the spurts of the rich cream filled her with orgasmic tinglings as she sucked and stroked his cock and held him down with her weight on his kicking legs. She sucked him till there was no more to come and no place for it to go, and he was collapsed and sighing on the rumpled bed. Then she slid her lips from his cock and made a dash for the bathroom.
She hovered over the sink, about to spit it out, then caught sight of herself in the mirror. Her hair was a mess, her make-up smeared, and her cheeks abulge with her son's semen. Her tits were smeared with it and hanging almost to her waist, and all in all she'd never looked or felt sexier in her life. She ripped open her tight pants and pushed them down along with her sopped panties, sat down on the toilet and began to frantically frig herself.
Almost instantly she had a beautiful big cum, her mind buzzing with pictures of Randy. Again it happened, fingers rubbing madly at her swollen clit, mind reliving every thrilling moment of their time together on the bed. She pushed two fingers deep in her gushing hole, and when the peak of this orgasm hit her, she swallowed Randy's cum and swooned back against the commode.
She awoke to utter, blessed relief, the first she'd known in months. Her limbs were heavy as she labored to get her clothing back in place, and her mind was slow but very clear. She'd done a terrible thing, but somehow it could be explained to him in a way that wouldn't hurt him. Family counseling, a psychiatrist, she'd get whatever was needed to prevent any psychological trauma she'd caused him. Things would be worked out, she promised herself, and brushed out her hair and applied new make-up. She straightened her shoulders and opened the bathroom door, prepared for a talk with her only son.
He was sleeping like a baby, and so was his sweet fat little prick. Her cunt began to throb again and she stood there smiling and licking her lips and looking forward to his next erection.
CHAPTER FIVE
Stan's girl friend, Diana, was twenty-six years old, five feet five inches tall, weighed one hundred fifteen pounds, and lived as wild a life as she possibly could. She had long legs, a long waist, and rather sharp features, and she had no trouble at all in attracting men to her, and occasionally women, who had previously never strayed from the bounds of conventional sex. She had long black hair which she wore in a twisted rope down over one shoulder, and she was given to wearing black and red clothing, tight-fitting and brazenly sexy, in keeping with the brazenly sexy personality she cultured. Her breasts were sharply pointed and still uptilted at their ends, and she had an ass so spectacular in shape and movement that it had been drawing lewd stares and inviting warm pinches for as far back as she could remember.
It was her ass that had attracted Stan, at least to begin with. She'd been waiting in line to cash a check at her downtown bank and he'd been in line behind her with his paycheck. He was obviously just another typical working husband on his lunch hour, but that certainly didn't stop her from smiling alluringly over her shoulder at him. He'd guiltily looked up from staring at her ass, and her smile had grown warmer. Inching forward in the line, she'd artfully shifted and squirmed her protuberandy rounded buttocks till he was red-faced and wholly fascinated, and after cashing her check she'd sauntered slowly enough to the sidewalk so that he caught up with her. He'd only hurried for a last look at the strikingly attractive brunette, but then her broader smile had led him to follow her down the street.
Swinging her hips in a tight short skirt, she'd led him into the office building where her attorney worked, and on into the elevator. There'd been other people in it and he'd been nervous, thinking she was a high-class prostitute, but still fascinated enough to follow her. She'd been excited too, largely because it was a new and unexpected encounter. The wedding band on his finger further excited her, for she preferred married men. There was less risk of involvement in a short encounter, and if the affair lasted for a while she derived further perverse pleasure in helping the marriage dissolve, then dumping the man whom she'd infatuated.
Stan had looked and looked, growing more and more nervous as more and more passengers left the rising elevator. And when they were alone in it, Diana had pressed the emergency stop button and turned to him with a twisted smile on her face and lifted her skirt. He had swayed backward, then dropped to his knees and pulled her black panties aside and was licking her cunt. She had cum right away. The sensations were more than pleasant, but it was the situation itself that had really gotten her off so quickly. She'd silently had him linger for another fast orgasm, then had drawn him to his feet and unzipped his pants and took his cock out. It had been hard, of course, for she had him terrifically excited, and it was nice sized but nothing spectacular. She'd bent and sucked it briefly while he moaned and gasped his pleasure, and then she'd straightened up and quickly masturbated him till an ejaculation was on the way, then pressed the elevator's down button.
She'd done this before, but she still took pleasure from it. Her calmly freshening her lipstick and the man simultaneously cumming and trying to get his cock back in his pants, knowing at any moment the elevator might stop to open its doors to shrieking women and outraged men. That hadn't happened on this occasion. His cock was concealed when they reached the ground floor, but his continued fascination was not. Only when they were on the street again did they exchange their first words, him begging for her phone number, her declining and saying they might bump into each other again.
Of course they had. She'd seen to that. They'd had some crazy times together, had sex in some crazy situations, but now it was time to end things between them. She'd have liked to continue it-for a little longer, until she could chalk up another broken marriage to her credit, but other matters beckoned her. It wasn't that Diana was against marriage. In fact, she looked forward to getting married and settling down to a domestic life when she was thirty years old and her inheritance ran out. Until then, however, she so enjoyed disrupting, and sometimes enlivening, otherwise dull marriages that she indulged in her enjoyment whenever possible. This weekend would be her last time with Stan. Even though she was busy with another new affair, she hadn't the heart to turn him down. With his wife and son out of town and his little daughter at a friend's for the weekend, Diana would have one last crazy fling with the married man she'd educated so well in the wilder aspects of sex, and then she'd suddenly and with no explanation dump him. She had better things to do at the moment, and that was why she was late that Saturday and unavailable at her apartment's telephone. She'd met a happily married lesbian couple, had already seduced the femme half of it, and was now working on the butch. It was a new experience for her, and even though the butch was too heavy and rather unattractive, she was looking forward to bedding her down under the nose of the worried femme half of the couple. It was too interesting a triangle to pass up. She'd just seduced the femme the night before, with the butch snoring drunkenly in the next room. She'd left the femme in guilty tears, caught a few hours sleep and awakened unusually horny. She was now arriving at Stan's house.
He'd have a hemmorhage when she knocked at his door, especially if something had gone wrong with their plans and his wife was still there. His little daughter would probably be there, and Stan's flustered efforts to explain Diana's arrival to the child would provide some amusement. She'd told him to call her and arrange the meeting, whereupon he'd drop off his daughter at her friend's house and they'd get together for some frantic fun. Her surprise visit, coming late, would get things off to a good start.
His house looked very typically tracty as she parked her sports car in front of it, and it might provide the setting for a very untypical weekend orgy, or at least the start of one. Diana got out of her car and made her approach. She had on platform heels and long black hose, held in place with a black garter belt. She was wearing a tight black brassiere of sheer nylon and black, flare-legged panties trimmed with lots of lace and scantily concealing the black heart of her cunt which so fascinated those she met. This sexy lingerie was barely hidden under a very short-skirted dress whose wraparound design made for conveniently quick removal. She thought of opening her dress on the front porch before ringing the bell, then had a better idea. She'd try to surprise him even more, perhaps catch him in the act of masturbating in his frustration at her tardiness. She might even come face to face with his wife. It was a crazy, wild thing to do, quite in keeping with Diana's crazy, wild personality.
She tried the front door carefully. It was locked. She headed around the house, suppressing a giggle at the possibility that she might have the wrong address. The back door was closed but the latch was broken, and a delicious feeling of excitement crept through the adventuresome brunette as she crept into the strange house.
The makings of lunch on the sink and his kid's baton on the floor told her she was at the right place. Not a sound to be heard over the softly playing stereo. A full can of beer on the sink. Perhaps he'd fallen asleep, and she might be able to sneak in and tie him up and do things to him. More likely he was on the way back from dropping his kid off, and in that case she could arrange an interesting welcome for him. She tiptoed on, then halted at the sound of whining moans. They were sexual sounds, but not quite like any she'd heard before. A feeling of very warm anticipation rose in her as she followed her instincts to the source of those sounds.
Diana bit her lip to keep from crying out at the sight of Stan eating his daughter's cunt. There was no doubt that the blonde girl was his daughter, because as he ran his long tongue between her parted legs she kept moaning, "Oh, Daddy! Oh, Daddy!"
Diana was very suddenly hot, hotter than she'd been in years. Her legs went weak and her cunt swelled up and wetted in an instant as she watched the pubescent girl's cunt being heavily licked by the fully grown man with the fully hard cock. He was lying on his belly to cuntlap the girl as she lay on her back, but still Diana could see his long, thick cock as he rolled about in his excitement, holding the girl's slender legs wide apart, licking her hairless cunt. He was hot and Diana was hot and the girl was hot, too.
Her childish face was twisted into a mask of confused lust and her adorably tiny tits were up hard as she whined and moaned in helpless response to the expert cuntlicking she was getting from her father. And Stan was an expert at it. Diana knew that for a fact. He'd been good at licking cunt when she'd first met him, and she'd helped him improve his skills. And now he was using all his skills, dipping his tongue in the girl's hole, slipping it through the pink groove of her little vulva, and sucking on her clit. Diana was getting hot just looking at the flashing pink tongue, and the girl who was feeling it was almost out of control in her excitement.
"Oh, Daddy! OH, DADDY!" she anxiously said, little hips jerking involuntarily up at his face. Stan knew she'd be cumming soon, and he dug in with his tongue for more of her tender flesh, for more of that very subtle flavor of pussy. The flavor of pussy had been absent at first. At first she'd just tasted of childish excitement, but the more he licked that tender cunt the more it tasted of pussy. He thought in the newness of it she might be trying to hold back from cumming, but it tasted so fucking good he didn't care. He was prepared to go on and on, for he knew he'd never eat a cunt as special as this one again.
Diana had to lean against the doorjamb as she cupped her hand over her wet cunt and pressed it hard. She itched to get her hands on that little naked girl on the bed, and on the man who was depraved enough to do what he was doing to her. She loosened her dress and let it fall, and just as the thrashing, twisting girl on the bed began to cum, Diana strode quickly to the bed and took her in her arms.
Darla didn't know what was happening to her and she couldn't have stopped it if she'd tried. What had begun as a weirdly pleasant tickling sensation had changed into a whirlpool of sensations. She couldn't believe all the marvelous things that were happening in her body, and then all at once she was in the embrace of a near naked woman!
It all happened so quick. Darla squealed in alarm and Stan cried, "Diana! What the hell...?"
"Go right on, Stan!" Diana urged, holding the struggling girl tightly. And to the girl, she said, "It's all right, honey. I'm only trying to help you."
Darla twisted and turned, thrusting her cunt up against Stan's mouth, and all at once he was eating her again. The fear of discovery at incestuous oral sex had been hovering in him and now that that fear was suddenly gone, he dove with gusto at the hot little hairless box of his daughter.
"Uh-h-h-h!" The wonderful sensations soared to another huge peak in her and Darla couldn't help but throw her hips harder at the sucking mouth and cling tight to the black-haired stranger. It was better to have someone to hold onto during these marvelous explosions shattering her young body, and she clutched at warm white flesh and thin black nylon and let her body do as it would.
Sex-hardened Diana was thrilled at what she saw, what she felt. As young as that body in her arms was, it moved and churned like that of a fully matured and fully orgasming woman as Stan continued to lap her cunt. "Oh, I can't stand it! Oh, I can't stand it, don't stop!" the girl feverishly cried, shuddering and arching uncontrollably, and clinging to whatever she could in her time of wonderful need. Her little hands clutched at Diana's soft belly and arms and grabbed at her hard-nippled tits as wave after wave of supreme pleasure ripped through her, with Diana feeling each of those shuddering orgasms as if they were her own.
She petted the frantic girl and soothed her, feeling freely of the tender young flesh in orgasm and getting her lacquer-tipped fingers on her budding tits as she said, "That's it, darling. Oh, you're so pretty when you're feeling good like this. Yes, darling, yes. Go ahead and cum. Oh, it's so good to have your little cunt licked. Sex is so wonderful, and you're such a pretty thing. Get your cunt sucked all you want, and soon we'll fill it up with nice hard cock!"
"OH! OH-H-H-H-H!" Darla cried, breaking out in a sweat as Stan held her legs firmly and sucked harder still, and as Diana hugged her very hard, holding her prisoner in her perfumed arms and panting and orgasming with her till there was no place for her to go with her ripping pleasures and she swooned and went limp.
Stan raised his flushed and panting face. "God, is she all right?"
"She's perfectly fine," said Diana. "She's wonderful!" she said, cradling the naked and inert child in her arms, rocking her in tempo with the orgasmic pleasures still rippling through her. "It was just a little too much for her this first time out. It was the first time, wasn't it? Or have you sucked your daughter off before?"
"First time," he muttered. "Jesus, I don't know how it got started. Everything just got ... out of hand."
"Have you fucked her?"
"Hell, no! What kind of a bastard do you think I am?!? I guess I got drunk. I didn't mean to do this.
It'll never happen again," he said, looking at the unconscious form of his naked daughter and wanting to die of shame.
Diana smiled and said, "Won't it? Once a woman gets her cunt licked like you did it just now, it's not something she can turn her back on and forget about. And like it or not, you've turned this darling girl into a woman. Mark my words, she won't let you alone now till you've fucked her."
"No! I'd never do that."
"Have you talked her into sucking your prick yet?"
"Talked her into it? Hell, she...."
Diana grinned and tousled his hair. "She talked you into it? You're quite a guy, Stanley. I see possibilities in you I never saw before. The three of us could have some real times together. What's your daughter's name?"
"Never mind! Leave her alone! Christ, you look like a damned bulldyke holding her like that. Just get your hands off her and get the hell out of here."
He buried his face in his hands while Diana gently stretched the sleeping girl out on the bed beside her. She tore her lustful gaze from the child, sighed and said, "You're right, Stan. I'm a wicked woman to even suggest we go any farther with her. But somehow it was so beautiful to see you licking her cunt, I got all horny and hot and suggested things I'm sorry for now. I'll go now, but ... but could I use your bathroom before I leave? Honestly, I'm so hot and my pussy's so wet and swollen I couldn't walk out of here."
He gazed dully up at her. She was smiling apologetically, black hair twisting down over her thinly covered right tit, pale skin glowing luminously. Her nylon gleaming legs were parted and bent, her platform heels on each side of his sorrowful face. She was wearing his favorite panties, glittering black with flared legs, and one of the loose legs had been drawn aside so she could get her long, red-tipped fingers through her partially shaven cunt hair and into the deep red slit of her cunt.
"I'll go in the bathroom and do it," she said. "She might wake up."
Stan glanced at his little daughter and back at his girl friend's cunt. He licked his lips and said, "She seems to be sound asleep."
Diana stretched her torso sinuously and rubbed sensuously at her creamy wet cunt. "She'll be all right. You've done her a big favor, Stan, by waking her up to the kicks of sex at such an early age. Even if you don't go on and fuck her, you've done her a lot of good. If I had a daughter, I'd do the same for her. I mean, if I was a man. Did I really look like a lezzie to you when I was holding her and trying to help her through her orgasms?"
"I just ... I don't know why I said that," said Stan, staring hard at her softly moving hand, breathing of her heady perfume, and feeling his big cock throbbing steadily under his belly.
"The thought of two women together, the sight of them, that turns some men on. Of course, it wouldn't if one of the women was your daughter. Ever seen a lesbian show, Stan?"
He shook his head, inching closer on the bed, face a scant foot from the open crotch and the ring-studded hand still moving under black satin.
"I have. It turned me on. Tremendously. I just about fucked and sucked my date to death when it was over. It made me want to try a woman some day."
"And ... did you?"
She smiled and waggled her penciled eyebrows, wriggled her hips and her cunt and said, "Why try a girl when there are men like you around, men with big hard pricks and long stiff tongues? Hmm? Better let me up, Stan. I better get in that bathroom before I have an orgasm right here next to your little girl."
Stan advanced the last few inches on his belly, burrowed his face through the perfumed black and slipped his tongue in her slit. He found her clit with it right away, easy enough to do because of its large size and because of the way she titled her hips up for him.
"Ah-h-h," she said, and sank back on the bed, twisting her fingers through his hair while he licked his second cunt in quick succession, this one very wet and musky, but no less sexy than that of his well sated daughter.
"Ah-h-h-h," said Diana, and squirmed her cunt closer to his mouth. One hand she used to tickle her cuntlapper's ears and the other was lazily out-flung on the bed, to creep closer to his daughter and feel of her sex-warmed young flesh. Stan couldn't see her. His nose was too deeply buried in black satin and tufted black hair, his tongue too deep in beautifully horny wet cunt. Diana softly pinched the girl's out-flung arm, ran a finger down under her back to sample the firmness of her cunning little ass. She saw to it that Stan's eyes were masked by the loose black satin lace of her panties and she glided her hand up to the girl's unformed tits, she reached it down and slipped a finger in her wetted cunt and let herself cum.
"Oh, Stan, darling! Oh, you're wonderful today!" she cried, bucking her hips and writhing like a snake, giving him all the hot cunt he sought for and making him want more.
"Lick my cunt! Oh, yes, suck it!" Diana exclaimed, finger-deep in the girl's tight cunt, striving to infuse her with the hot orgasm pouring everywhere through her body. The girl moved but she didn't wake, but that was enough to boost Diana's cum to a beautifully higher level.
Stan sucked on through the black heart of her cunt, felt the hot shiverings of pleasure he was giving her and wanted more. He tore his panting mouth from the juicy twat and threw himself atop her. Never mind about stripping down her panties. He'd seen her fetchingly tonsured cunt before and he'd see it again, and now the looseness of her panties' leg holes could be appreciated again, for his dick was led right in through the black satin to the even slicker satin of her cunt.
"OH! YES!" she cried, guiding his cock-knob to her portals, then heaving simultaneously with him till in one deep thrust he was balls deep inside her. "YES! FUCK ME HARD AND don't STOP!" she exclaimed, hotter than he'd ever seen her, so hot for his cock that she was flailing all around on the bed, even striking naked Darla with her hands as Stan fucked her heavily, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm as the big one inside him began to break loose.
"CUM! YES, CUM WITH ME!" Diana commanded, erupting like a volcano with the thick dick exploding within her, digging fingers deep into the soft flesh of her fucker's child.
If that child had been a boy it couldn't have been any better. The only thing in the world that could have improved this tremendous orgasm was that the girl was awake to see it, to share in the heavy, grunting fucking and orgasming. And then that too came to pass as the girl's awed voice said, "Oh, Daddy! Oh, just look at what you're doing to her!"
"Can't help it!" cried Stan from the peak of his gigantic orgams. "I just can't help myself!" he wailed, jism pouring out of him by the spoonful, whorish cunt of his girl friend sucking it all up, adorable little body of his daughter turning a glowing pink in anticipation of feeling his cock plunging deeply into her.
CHAPTER SIX
Trophy clutched under one arm, son clutched in the other, Marge urged him on across the parking lot. She beamed a smile at him and said for the fifteenth time, "You won, Randy. You won it all."
"Yup," said he, deservedly swaggering a bit as they approached the family car.
The trophy went in through the car window and Marge's arms went around his neck. She plastered her lush warm body against his lean hardness and touched her smiling lips to his and said, "You won because of me."
"I sure did," Randy said, hands creeping down over her very well rounded bottom, stiff prick growing harder against her soft belly.
She slid her hand up under his shirt and said, "I'll bet your back doesn't hurt a bit now. All that nasty tenseness is gone."
"Well ... just about," he said, and wriggled closer against her.
She giggled and said, "You devil." She glanced around the parking lot and darted her hand down between his legs, got hold of his stiff prick and said, "You're just as tense as ever, you little devil. What are we going to do about that? Hmm? What are we going to do?"
"Cut it out, Mom. Don't," he said, face red as a beet and glancing all around, but unable to pull away from that firmly clutching, fiendishly tickling hand. "Not here."
"Where then?" She gave his prick another pull, tickled him in the ribs till he was squirming back from her. She put her fists on her hips and thrust out her big tits, laughed and said, "What's the matter? Are you all of a sudden afraid of your fat old Momma? Don't you like her any more now that she helped you win the meet?"
She loved the way he gazed at her tits, longingly yet fearfully, as he straightened up with his hands before his prick and said, "I just don't like to get tickled. You know, out here in public."
"Then let's go to our cozy little room," she said, and got in the car and slid across the seat, zipping friction from the plastic seat covers sizzling through the steady throbbing in her cunt.
She gave him a sultry grin as he got in. He closed the door behind him and huddled against it, shyly grinning back, as she fired up the station wagon and swung it back and out of the parking lot. The motel was only minutes away, but every minute of this wonderful weekend had to count, and she grinned at him again and patted the seat beside her. "Slide over here, honey. Come here so I can see how tense you are.
He breathed deeply and glanced out through the windows. He pushed his clasped hands down hard in his loins and said, "I'm pretty darned tense, but I can wait till we get to the motel room."
"Oh? And what about me?"
"Are you tense?"
"Me? No, I'm not tense at all," said Marge, and roved a hand over her big tits, hefting them and squeezing them and slipping her hand inside her halter. "I feel very relaxed. Very soft."
"Yeah? Yeah?" he said, and began sidling across the seat to her.
She was so hot she could barely breath, but she could smile as she felt herself up and she could almost coolly say, "Yes, I'm feeling nice and soft and warm. Not tense at all. I ... Give me your hand, dear. See for yourself, darling."
His tremulous grin was thrilling. So was his hand as it reached trembling up to cup her right breast as she drove. She patted his thigh and ran her hand up and down it and he -edged closer still and gave her tit a squeeze. There were no gigglings as Marge drove now. They were exchanging hot and soulful looks, softly panting, feeling of each other's bodies as they hurried on toward blessed privacy.
A signal stopped them and Randy gritted his teeth and drew back from her, took his hand from her tit. Her hand stole over to his cock and gave it a soft pull, and he pushed weakly at it and -edged farther away. She had to have his hands on her-right now-and at that point she didn't care if other motorists saw them. She looked down at her big tits and slipped her hand inside her halter top, and he licked his lips and frankly stared. "Feels nice," she softly said.
"D-does it?"
"See for yourself, darling," said Marge, and eased the big soft globe of her left tit out from the flimsy confines of her tight green halter.
At once he'd forgotten all about anyone seeing them. Right away he was at her side again, eager little hands feeling deeply of her warm, milk-white softness, hot fingers pulling at her turgid nipple. He was still playing with her big tit as she pulled away from the signal.
She squeezed his leg and said, "I have the feeling you like big-breasted women like me."
"Boy, they sure are big!"
"You can loosen my halter and have more if you like."
"Yeah? Could I?"
"Just untie the knot, darling."
His fingers were clumsy but he got it done. The thin green cloth was parted and her big round tits were free to billow forth. "They sure are big. Soft," he said, lifting them and shaping them with both hands as she drove with her back pressed hard against the seat. "And the ends of 'em ... like rubber."
"Mmm. That's the best place for a man's hands ... or his mouth."
There was a question in his eyes, but it only lasted for a moment. She smiled and he dropped his head and began sucking on a nipple, working at it like a greedy puppy. She had to concentrate to keep the car going in a straight line, petting his head while he sucked hungrily on her tit. Their motel was just ahead. She felt like driving on forever with that hot mouth working on her tits, but there were better things awaiting inside their room.
"We're almost there. Better sit up, Randy."
He did, mouth all pink and wet from his tit-sucking, eyes glazed over with hot young desire. His hands were clutching at his pantlegs and his eyes were devouring her tits as she parked the car outside their room. A trio of people stood outside a room a few doors down. Marge loosely tied her halter together and got out of the car, with Randy scrambling out his side and followed close behind her, looking apprehensively at the three people. She let them in and closed the door, slid her hands around his neck and kissed him warmly on the mouth. He was trembling badly.
"Scared, honey?"
"I dunno. I...."
"I suppose you think a mother and son shouldn't be doing what we are." She kissed him again, slipped her tongue tip in his mouth. "Don't worry about it. A lot of them do. They just don't talk about it." Once again she kissed him. "Take off all your clothes, Randy."
"Wh-what are you going to do?"
"Look at you. Touch you. And who knows what else. You've a beautiful body, Randy. Don't turn shy on me now. Show me all of it. Undress, honey."
She stood back and put her hands together at the knot of her halter. He waited several seconds for her tits to appear, and when they did not he gritted his teeth and began to strip. She let him get down to his shorts before untying the knot, and when his last garment was peeled off she slipped the knot and shrugged off her halter. His prick stood out like a perfect ivory column, and his hands were reaching out for her tits. She lifted and lolled them sensuously in her hands, then took a step forward and gave them over to his hands.
A shy grin lit his handsome face. She took his prick in hand, marveling again at its heat and hardness, and touched its end to her belly. His hips gave a jerk and his mouth swooped down to fasten on one of her nipples again, and she uttered a throaty laugh and said, "I'm going to have to wean you one of these days. Straighten up now, and let Mother have that look at her champion."
He stood rigid, fists at his side, prick sticking up and slowly oozing on its end. She walked around him, sampling, testing, feeling his fine young flesh, kissing it. She stroked his muscular back and belly. She felt the trembling firmness of his thighs and shoulders and she roved her hands over his tight round buttocks and in between them. She cupped his balls and very lightly stroked his hard cock, and when she had him breathless with excitement, she stood back by the bed and worked at the snap of her slacks.
He was clearly in a state of torment, completely naked and arousing, watching as his mother prepared to undress. She drew the tight zipper halfway down and said, "It's stuck. Will you help me?"
With a job to do, his torment quickly vanished for the moment, and he was on his knees at her side, fumbling with the zipper. She swayed her big haunch toward his face, tousled his hair and laughed and said, "There's nothing at all to be afraid of, you know."
"I'm not afraid!" he snapped. "Darned zipper!" he said, jerking at it and almost getting it stuck for real.
"Just calm down, darling," said Marge, and bent and clasped his hot face in her hands to kiss him. She had to have him at any cost, but the cost wouldn't be so dear if she kept things light and happy between them, with an absence of any show of guilt. His lips were grimly set as she tried to warm them with hers, but only when she straightened slightly and swayed her big tits before his face did his mouth open, and then he was sucking on them with all the gusto and more he'd shown in her car.
She pushed down at her tight slacks while he knelt before her, avidly sucking tit. Her body was seething everywhere with hot desire, especially her cunt, and his mouth on her nipples wasn't doing anything toward giving her the relief she needed. She straightened all the way, pulling a nipple from his mouth, and said, "Be a dear and help me off with my things."
He pulled gingerly at her pants, and succeeded in getting their waistband just below her steaming crotch. The descent of her slacks bunched her white nylon panties very low on her hips, and she snugged them up again as he worked her slacks down to her feet. Steadying herself with a hand on his head, she stepped out of her slacks, and he sat back on his haunches and looked up at her panty-clad voluptuousness with awe in his wide eyes.
She laughed and posed and postured, never feeling more beautiful and wanted and hot in her life. She turned and waggled her big bottom before his blushing face, turned again and fondled her lush big tits. Hands on her hips, smiling, she undulated closer to him as he crouched there with his prick sticking up and the love and lust competing in his eyes. She set her feet at each side of his clasped knees, and with her cunt throbbing right before his hot face she placed her hands on his head and drew his cheek against her. His breath seared right through her panties, but she kept good control over her voice as she said, "If I'm making you too nervous, I'll just dress again and we'll forget all about it."
"I dunno. I...." he stammered, and her heart stood still. But then she smiled as his hands crept up her outer legs and he murmured, "I'm okay. I just...."
"I know, dear." She caressed his head closer to her and felt his breath penetrate to her impatiently waiting clit. "It's all so new to you. But there's nothing to be afraid of. There's nothing at all dirty about this. Just go on and pull down Mother's panties. That's what you want to do, isn't it?"
He pulled at them as if they were as fragile as they looked. She ran her hands through his hair, cunt throbbing, whole body fluttering with anticipation. "Oh, Mom-mm," he said when her panties were down over the biggest swell of her hips, when the broad red fan of her cunt hair could be seen. It crawled up from under the steep curve of her opened crotch, matted from its tight confinement, wetted from her heat. His hands were all but lifeless as they slithered the panties on down her legs and his deep breaths were a torture against that part of her which now totally absorbed him. She'd had no intentions of introducing him to oral arts, but now he was so close and she was so hot ... All that she'd meant to do was hold him naked in her arms and cum with him ... or had she?
She swayed and moved her big pussy before his face, and he slowly raised his hand toward it. She laughed softly and said, "It's all right. You can touch my cunt."
"Y-your cunt," he murmured, and his thumb might have been a cattle prod the way she reacted to it.
"My cunt. Yes, my cunt," she breathed, while the ball of his thumb moved up and down through the wet red hairs to trace the outline of her inflamed labia. "You like to look at it, don't you?"
He sighed deeply and nodded, thumb still working over slickened flesh.
"And the smell of cunt, you like that, too?"
"It's strong, but...." He nodded. "I like it."
"Then kiss it, Randy," said Marge, and when his trembling lips were pressed lightly against her cunt it was enough to make her cum.
"Darling, yes!" she cried, and pushed it forward at him, yanked his head against her by its hair.
"Darling, use your tongue!" she cried. "Darling, don't think about it, just use your tongue! YES! Oh God! A woman just loves that!!!" she exclaimed, cumming in earnest now, legs spread out over his kneeling body and cunt working up and down over his stiffly extended tongue.
"A little more! Just a little more!" she squealed, big buttocks quivering and churning, cunt juice spilling down her legs by the spoonful as she held her son's head firmly in place and fucked his tongue in orgasmic frenzy. "OH! OH-H-H-H-H-H!!!" she wailed, half in ecstasy, half in torment as the orgasm rose too steeply and buckled her knees, and she staggered back from that thrilling tongue and collapsed heavily on the bed.
"Mom, are you okay!?!"
The bed was still creaking under her weight as she lay with her buttocks on the edge of it, still cumming, tits lolling on her chest as she churned about and clutched at her exploding box.
"Oh, kiss it again! Oh, please kiss it again!" she begged, and he came forward with haste on his hands and knees, buried his face in her steaming, fetid crotch and placed heavy kisses on the slick hot lips within.
It was a very strange thing for him to do. It didn't smell good and it certainly didn't taste good. It seemed like a very unclean thing to be doing, this kissing a woman between her legs. But there was something about it that was compelling and exciting, exciting enough to keep his prick in a state of flaming hardness as he knelt on all fours and pressed his mouth against the twitching twat. He had no idea what it was that was exciting about it-the fetid heat or the rank flavor, or perhaps it was the way she was reacting to it....
"It's never felt like this befor-r-re!" She was bucking and heaving like a thing gone mad, big tits flopping all around and open cunt bumping up against his foraging face. "Kiss my cunt and suck it! Oh my GO-O-O-ODD! I can't stop cumming!"
The smelly slick wetness had spread all around between her heavy, convulsing legs and now she was spreading her cuntlips wide open with the fingers of both hands, the better for him to get to that amazingly sensitive flesh between her legs. "Yes! SUCK MY CLIT! GOOD GOD, IT'S ON FIRE!!!" She was going out of her mind, and he was doing it all to her with just the flicking of his tongue on that protuberant little thing she called her clit. And when he sucked on it she really howled. "OH-H-H-H-H!!! UH! UH! UHH!" He thought he might kill her with his tongue and lips but still he couldn't stop, because he was fascinated with the power of his mouth on her clit, and because by now he liked the funky taste of her big old cunt. "FUCK! OH, FUCK-FUCK-FUCK!" she hoarsely chanted, rocking back and forth on her big buttocks and simultaneously heaving her big hips up at him, signaling very clearly what it was they both wanted.
He replaced his tongue with his thumb, and found it was no less effective at this point in keeping her crazy contortions going at fever pitch. He knelt there panting, watching the gyrations of her big white tits and the reachings of her hairy red cunt, getting his breath and feeling the hard ache of his cock. He swallowed hard and said, "Do you want to fuck, Mom? Huh? Mom, could we fuck?"
"Noo-o-o-o, Randy, no-o-o-o," Marge moaned, clutching at the bedclothes and reaching vainly for him, knowing she'd let it all go much too far, but at this point unable to stop the hot fires racing and bursting through her hungry body.
"I sure would like to fuck you, Mom," Randy persisted, with his fingers as well as with his words. "I sure would like to feel my prick in your cunt."
"No, please, no!" she said, sobbing but still cumming, fully aware now that there were even better orgasms than this to be had. "Just suck me! Just suck my hot cunt and I'll suck your prick and ... and then everything will be fine."
Randy kept rubbing that wildly moving clit with his thumb as he rose to his knees saying, "My prick's just awful hard, Mom." It was indeed hard, and it was pointing at her big red cunt from just inches away, knowing there was a hole somewhere in the wet red mass that would be infinitely pleasing to it.
"No-o-o. No-o-o-o-o," Marge groaned, reaching for her clit because his fingers there were no longer enough to please her as they had been up till now. Now the wonderful hurt was in her fuck hole, and in spite of her fever heat she was trying to get one final clitoral orgasm that could end this wonderful madness.
"It hurts, Mom. It hurts something awful," he said, and took his cock in hand and touched its slick wet end to her far slicker, hotter cunt flesh.
"YES, FUCK ME!" she cried, and her heavy legs went whipping round his hips with amazing agility, and pulled him into her with not so amazing strength.
"MOM!" Randy gasped, for her welcoming slickness and warmth were far more than he'd anticipated.
"UH!" Marge grunted in reply. In spite of the immature size of his dick, it seemed to fill her up to her tonsils!
"Criminy, this feels good! Am I doing it right?" said Randy, holding onto the fleshy pads of her heaving hot hips and moving with the promptings of her muscular legs.
"Wonderful! WONDERFUL!" She replied, with the itch she'd felt in her fuck hole spreading all over her body, and with his hard organ quite capable of reaching every part of it.
"Mom! Oh, Mom! I'm gonna ... uu-u-u-O-O-O-O-HHH!"
It had sneaked right up on him. He'd been so fascinated by what all was going on that he'd forgotten all about cumming himself, and suddenly it was there and he was doing it, far, far better than he ever had before. His hand, her hand, her tits, even her mouth hadn't made him cum like this! It came squirting out of him in long, shuddering-hot gushers, entirely unseen in the convulsing red flesh that enveloped his cock so entirely. Over and over they came, those long drawn out gushers, ripping every shred of control out of his athletic young body, rendering him helpless to do anything but enjoy, enjoy, while those big legs wrapped around his hips pulled him inexorably on to more and more and more enjoyment, an enjoyment his mother shared with him.
"Give it all to me!" she gasped, still heaving and churning, still jerking his lean hips up between her fat wet thighs till each jabbing penetration produced a wet slap. "I want all of it!" she demanded, cunt juice gushing from her twat, strong hands digging deeply at his waist, big tits bouncing like beach balls.
"I can't ... do any more!" Randy pleaded from his fleshy prison, as now the gushing ejaculations became tinged with pain, and his slapping balls threatened to turn themselves inside out.
"You can!" Marge insisted, and with a heave of her powerful body, she had them both down on the floor, still fucking like mad.
She'd come at him like an avalanche, but it wasn't cold white snow that inundated him, it was warm white flesh that bore him under with such overwhelming suddenness that he hadn't a chance to resist it. One moment he'd been fucking away like a champion, quite in control of himself as well as of her. Then there'd come that sudden huge orgasm, that gigantic unexpected ejaculation, and now he was born under by her tits and cunt and all of her. It had all bowled him over, off the bed and onto the floor, and still they were firmly joined at the loins!
She'd done it without uncoupling. Randy's prick was still in Marge's greedy old hole, and that hole was grasping him and sucking him so adroitly that there was no way he could go soft yet. At first he weakly tried to struggle out from under her, but the weight of her gyrating body was too much. Then he tried to collapse to the threatening exhaustion in his young body. But finally he grinned and reached up for her bouncing tits, and his hips began to stab his good hard dick up into her cunt again.
"Yes!" she said triumphantly. "Fuck me some more!"
"I'll fuck you all I can!" he promised, fingers digging deeply in her tits, prick digging even deeper in her cunt.
Her lips peeled back from her teeth and her fingernails dug into his chest. A rising, keening wail escaped her drawn lips and under any other circumstances Randy would have known she was having some kind of fatal attack. But now, in his emerging knowledge of the ways of the adult world, he stabbed harder with his cock and rasped, "Yeah, Mom! Cum!
Again it was happening to him! He'd thought a couple of jerk-offs in half an hour were some kind of a record, but now, here, in the span of just a few minutes he was cumming for the second time. The pride he felt was almost equal to the rush of pleasure from the jism spurting from prick to cunt-almost, but not quite. He braced his heels on the motel room carpet, he gripped her bent knees hard, he focused his gaze on her jouncing tits and he surged up in her cunt, time and again, sending his hot jism gushing till it overflowed to a froth of white between their merging loins. He came and came with her till both were gasping for air, and she collapsed heavily and warmly against his chest.
They lay there, still joined, slowly panting themselves back into the world of reality.
They lay there quite a while, until Marge said, "My God. What happened?"
"We fucked. You showed me how to fuck."
"Oh-h-h-h," she moaned. "I didn't want this to happen."
"I'm sure glad it did," he chirped.
She smiled, sat partially up, and beamed a warm smile down on him. "Yes. Yes, I'm glad too, darling. Goodness, you must be exhausted."
He shrugged with his shoulders, shrugged again with his hips, and a look of startled pleasure came to her face. "Randy! You're still hard."
He reached up and fondled her pendant tits and said, "That's not my fault."
"I can't leave you like that," she purred, caressing his chest and smiling winsomely.
"I sure feel tense," he said with a grin, and with a stirring of his stiff wand in her buttery hole.
"Mother will help," she said, returning his grin, and starting to move those big hips again.
This time it was leisurely, at least at first. This time they moved together in a more practiced fashion, at the beginning of things. They smiled and talked, exchanged blown kisses while they worked together to rub cock against cunt and cunt against cock, but then as before the heat started flowing in their veins and the urgency of pleasure at hand made them move.
Again they were fucking like there was no tomorrow. Marge felt there was a danger of wrecking that young body under her for good, but she kept right on working her cunt toward orgasm after selfish orgasm. Randy felt he might stretch his mother's cunt to the breaking point, but still he kept surging up into it, roiling her tits with both hands, drinking in the sexy beauty of her lipstick-smeared face and disheveled hair with his eyes, shooting for one more cum, one more cum!
"Honey! Honey!" she declared. "I ... I can't go on! OH! Oh, it's just too much. I can't ... can't cum any more!" she said, body feeling heavy and useless, too heavy for even her fiery cunt to drive on now.
"More!" he demanded. "Mom, I just gotta have a little more!"
"Trying! Trying so hard!" she gasped, fighting against unconsciousness now.
"Then let me!" said Randy, and with a great heave of his strong young body, rolled them both over onto the floor.
"UH! UH! UH!" he grunted, free now to surge and fuck at the wonderful thing called cunt for all he was worth.
"Yes! Wonderful! WON-N-N-N-NDERFU-L!" she cried, quite revived in this new position, lying back and. taking all he could give her, spreadeagled on the floor and getting herself good and fucked, as she never had been fucked before in her life.
"ARRGH! ARRG-G-G-G-GH!" Randy groaned like an animal, feeling like an animal, pulling hard at her tits, shooting hard in her cunt, while she whooped and squealed at his ear, hips bucking and churning under his, cumming with him till at last both lay silent and smiling.
Randy fell into a doze at once. He felt himself being lifted to the bed, felt a warm wet cloth being applied to his loins, but he was too happily sleepy to move. He felt her warmth snuggle up beside him and he heard her say, "Get some rest, darling. We'll stay past check-out time. I'll call home soon and tell them we'll be late, and then we'll have all night long to fuck and suck."
"I love yuh, Mom," he murmured, and smiled and dropped off to sleep.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Was that fucking, Daddy?" asked Darla, obviously enthralled by what she'd seen. "Daddy, were you fucking her?"
Stan moaned and rolled off Diana, big dick going limp as it slipped out of Diana's black-haired cunt and black satin panties. Hands covering his face, he muttered, "Oh, Christ. What the hell am I doing to my little girl?"
He heard Diana laugh and say, "Darling, you're doing her a favor. You know that." He heard and felt a shifting of bodies on the bed, and Diana's voice was softer as she said, "Hi, honey. My name's Diana. What's yours?"
"D-Darla," she said, in a voice so little girlish it almost broke Stan's heart.
"I'm very pleased to meet you, Darla. I've heard a lot about you, but I don't suppose you've heard much about me. I'm your father's girl friend. We get together and have fun like this from time to time. And yes, that was fucking. Your father is very good at it."
"Does it ... feel nice?"
"It feels divine. It makes a girl feel just as good as when she's having her cunt kissed. Maybe better. My, you're a pretty little thing. How old are you, dear?"
"I'll be twelve soon. Doesn't it hurt to fuck? I mean, that great big thing going into you...."
"Oh, it might hurt a little bit the first time, but believe me, the wonderful pleasure a girl gets from fucking makes it well worth a little pain. Fucking's one of the best parts of sex," said Diana, and the bed shifted under their moving weight again. "I can't get over how pretty you are. How I wish I had a sweet daughter like you. What fun we'd have together."
"You're pretty too, D-Diana. You look like one of those girls in Playboy."
"Sexy, eh? It's this black lingerie. Do you like it?"
"Mm-hm. And your skin's so smooth and nice, and you smell so good."
Stan rolled over and glared at them. Diana was sitting up on her nyloned legs with her arm about Darla's narrow shoulders, nestling the naked girl against her while Darla gingerly touched the woman's pale white belly. "Knock it off," he said, for the closeness of the woman and the girl was obscene, disturbingly so. "Leave her alone, Diana."
Diana smiled and said, "But we're just getting to be friends. After all, we've gone through a lovely experience together, and now it's only right that we get to know each other."
"Just quit it. Get your hands off her," he growled, and Diana laughed and kissed Darla's rosy cheek and moved inches away with a show of reluctance.
Darla moved against Diana, laid a hand on her leg. "Why, Daddy? I like her."
"Because she's trying to ... Because this has gone too far. It's time we all got dressed and started behaving ourselves."
"But why?" said Diana, coming to him on her knees, bending over him and kissing his brow. "There's lots more fun to be had. Right, Darla?"
"Right!" said Darla, bouncing over to her naked father, acting more like she was in a playground than a sex-saturated bed. "Don't be tired, Daddy. I want to have some more fun."
"It's time to quit this," he firmly said.
Darla made a face at him and Diana laughed and said, "Let's see how tired he is. Here. Help me roll him over, Darla."
Stan allowed it, grimly, and his jaw was grimly set as Diana said in mock sorrow, "Oh, look. He is tired. His big old cock has gone to sleep already. See, Darla?" she said, and took his limp wet organ in hand and flopped it about.
"Make it hard again, Daddy!" Darla urged, and her little hand joined Diana's on his cock.
"That's up to us to do. Here's one way," said Diana.
She bent and kissed the knob of the prick in their hands, straightened up again and smiled at Darla. Darla followed suit, rose and licked her lips and said, "It tastes different. It tastes like fucking."
Diana laughed and laughed, reached across Stan's body and tousled Darla's honey blonde hair. "His prick tastes like pussy now. That's pussy you just tasted. Do you like it?" she asked, and bent and kissed Stan's cock again.
It was Darla's turn to kiss it again, and this she did. She licked her lips before answering, "I like the taste of Daddy's cum better."
He lay there, resigning himself to God-knew-what, with the near-nude woman and the naked girl kneeling on each side of him, taking turns kissing his prick till it was as straight and stiff as ever. They still both held it in their hands, stroking it together and smiling warmly.
"You see?" said Diana. "Your father's ready for some more fun, just like we are. Isn't that right, Stan?"
"I guess," he muttered. "I guess."
"Daddy, can I call you Stan, too?" Darla asked. "It makes me feel more grown up."
He patted her knee, marveled again at how soft and delicate her skin was. "Sure, Darla. You can call me anything you like. And I'm ... glad you like Diana."
Darla beamed a proud smile at her new friend. "She's pretty. And she's so sexy-looking."
Diana arched her eyebrows and sinuously writhed her scantily clad torso in a blatantly sensual pantomine. She slipped a bra strap and reached in the cup to caress her tit, and with Darla's worshipful interest fully aroused, she said, "I not only look sexy, I am sexy. And I know a lot about it, too. And one of the things I know I ought to show to darling little Darla before we go much farther."
"What's that, Diana? What are you going to show me?" Darla eagerly asked.
"Yeah, what is it you want to show her?" asked Stan.
Diana smiled down at his frowning face and said, "Why, I'm going to show her how not to have babies. It's a very important thing for a girl to know. While you rest, Stanley, I'm going to take this sexy little scamp into the bathroom and show her some things about taking care of her sexy little pussy. Is that all right with you?"
It was obviously all right with Darla. She was up off the bed at once, holding out a hand to Diana, impatiently itching at her little hairless pussy with the other. Darla smiled in question at Stan as she too rose from the bed, with all the oily grace of a snake. He sighed and nodded, and Diana slipped a jeweled hand around Darla's little shoulders and led the smiling girl toward the bathroom. Darla's little fanny, so white and firm next to Diana's black satin covered bottom, was swaying along with the sexy ass of the woman as they left the room. The bathroom door closed behind them, and he gritted his teeth and began stroking his cock, already wondering what they were doing in there, and wondering how long he could wait to take a peep at them.
Diana easily located the douchebag, instructed Darla in the use of it, then slipped down her panties and demonstrated that use. Darla was fascinated, not only with the functionings of the contraceptive device, but with the woman's black-haired cunt. The tufted hair was shaped in the form of a heart. Framed by the straps and waistband of her black garter belt, and by the taut welts of her dark hosiery, the fluffy black valentine of Diana's pubic hair made little Darla even more aware of her own cuntal nudity. The girl frankly stared at the brunette woman's loins as Diana put away the douching apparatus and patted herself dry with a towel. Certainly she was aware of the splendid shape of Diana's protuberant buttocks and the svelte curves of her hips, the willowy slenderness of her waist and the sharp thru stings of her tits. The warm white texture of the woman's skin was there to see in contrast with the tight black lingerie she wore, and her lipsticked and mascaraed features and thick black tresses drew glances, but it was the black-haired, heart-shaped cunt that Darla looked at time and again in the close confines of the bathroom.
And Diana was letting her look, allowing both her fascination and their familiarity to develop at the girl's pace as she moved about in the close quarters demonstrating the use of the douchebag and chatting about feminine hygiene. Diana was doing some looking herself. Her latest lover's daughter was a darling girl, a beautiful child, and she presented a whole new avenue of exploration for Diana's ever developing sexual appetities. She had skin like a baby's and a shape that was wholly intriguing in its under-development.
There were strong hints of boyishness in her narrow hips and almost concave tummy, and even in the meagerness of her round little buttocks, but the female was definitely to be seen in her in the rosebud tits, the long golden hair and the delicate features, in the smoothness of her long legs, and in the cloven plumpness of her perfectly darling little pussy. And so Diana lectured and demonstrated and allowed Darla's interests to grow as they would.
She flaunted her near nudity with studied casualness and nurtured her growing appetite for tender young girlflesh till her body glowed with power and desire. This girl would soon be hers, she told herself. No matter that her father was in the next room; she could handle him. Before she left that room, Diana was going to take a heavy sampling of eleven-year-old girlish innocence, and she'd enjoy it without the least recrimination. She hoped Stan would sleep for a long time.
"Why do you stare so, Darla?" she said. "Don't you like what you see?"
"I didn't mean to stare. I ... Does it just grow that way? Your hair?"
Diana laughed and slipped a hand round the girl's waist-incredibly tiny!-and said, "Oh, no. I shave myself that way. My pussy is my second heart," she said, brushing slender fingers over the tufted hair. "It's my black heart. Men find it fascinating. Women, too."
"Have a lot of men ... and women seen it?" said Darla, still staring down.
Diana felt the soft little knobs of her spine, felt the soft tremor run through the girl and said, "How many are a lot? I don't try to hide my body like so many women do. I don't believe in false modesty and I do believe that if you have something attractive you shouldn't keep it hidden away all the time. I'm glad you find me attractive. It's nice to be appreciated."
Darla gave her a shy smile. It was one thing to be rolling on the same bed with this woman with the protection of her father right there, but quite another thing to be so alone with her. She felt all crawly from the warm hand moving up and down her back, felt very nervous in the presence of this self-confident woman in the skimpy underwear, but she couldn't bring herself to move away from her. She didn't know how she was supposed to react to this closeness, and she thought she actually liked the crawliness and the nervousness that had her blood racing.
"I think you're an adorable girl," Diana went on. "When you get your growth, you're going to be a real beauty, much prettier than I am, and with a stunning figure."
Darla's nervousness appeared in the form of a giggle and she said, "I don't have much now, but you sure do."
"Patience, dear. You've plenty to begin with, and it's all perfect, every bit of it. I have the feeling you're going to have some nice big tits before long, though there's nothing at all wrong with these little darlings now," she smoothly said, and slid her jeweled hand over the girl's tummy, felt the sharp intake of her breath, and went on to gently take a rosebud nipple between thumb and forefinger. "Yes, these will grow into nice big beauties," she said, warmly rolling the wondrously firm nipple in her fingers and thrilling at each tiny reaction from the compliant girl. "By the time you're sixteen, you're titties will be bigger than mine."
"R-really?" said Darla, while the crawly feelings grew and grew, and the nervousness smoothed away as she watched the blood-red fingernails against her blushing pink nipple.
"I'd never kid you, dear," said Diana, moving her other hand down over the plumpness of the child's satin-smooth butt, wondering which of her hands touched the more delightful treasure. "You're adorable now and soon you'll be a beautiful, sexy woman. And I'm so glad we're friends now and I hope we always will be."
"I hope so, too," Darla earnestly said, flattered beyond belief by this worldly and sincere woman who was so much kinder and more adult than her mother. "I really like you. You're so pretty and ... and I really do like you."
"I'm so glad," said Diana, and moved her hand to clasp a tiny ribcage, moved her ruby lips to nuzzle a tickling kiss against the corner of the girl's warm and trembling lips. "We'll always be friends," she said, nuzzling and tickling, tasting innocence with her well-traveled tonguetip as she drew the supple girl closer against her black-brassiered titty. "Sweet girl," she murmured. "Always be friends," she purred, and sure enough, the trembling mouth turned toward her so she could envelop those petal smooth and nearly chaste lips with her painted, perfumed, lustful mouth.
Diana let the kiss linger and deepen, warmly and languorously. She let the girl know, with her lips and her tongue, that theirs was not to be a childish friendship, not in any way at all. She coaxed the girl's tongue into play, and when her tongue was wrapped around it, she wrapped her arms about Darla's body and locked her into a full-blown kiss of torrid passion.
Darla hugged her in return, did her best to match the ardor of the lipsticked mouth on hers.
There was nothing between them but Diana's bra and garter belt as they strained together, belly to belly and tit to tit, pussies pushing hard against thighs.
Through mascaraed lashes, Diana could see the effect of this deep kiss on the girl. She could feel it too, as the small body writhed feebly against her, mouth growing softer and more open, blonde lashes fluttering on flushed cheeks. She reached up between them and found the child's titty, squeezed it and pinched it, making her moan and clasp her harder in the embrace. She pulled and tweaked at the nipple in her fingers, and the girl's mouth was all pulpy soft and ready for anything when at last Diana tore hers from it.
"Yes, we'll be friends," Diana purred, nuzzling kisses to her earlobe, nipping it sharply with her teeth. "We'll have all sorts of good times together, a hot little cunt like you and a horny old bitch like me," she said, sucking kisses down the slender, pulsing throat while the girl bent back in her arms and moaned. "Hot little tits, too," said Darla. She had one arm locked about the girl's waist, lifting her up on tiptoe as she stared down at the perfect pink nipple between her fingers. She hungered for that nipple. It was so sensitive that the movements of her tweaking fingers had the girl's entire body rippling and twitching. She breathed hotly against it as she said, "That wants to be sucked on, what there is of it."
"Yes! Oh, please!" the girl gasped. "Oh, I feel like I'm on fire!"
"This won't put it out," Diana growled, and descended on that little pink nipple with her voracious mouth.
The girl became quite frantic. "Oh, Diana! Oh, please! Oh, that feels so ... Oh! Oh, I love you! My titty! It's getting bigger ... and bigger ... in your mouth, and ... Oh!"
Diana gave the hardened nipple a final stab with her tongue and whipped her hot mouth to the other one. She had the girl half mad with passion and she wouldn't have quit now even if Stan had burst in. "Oh, my titties! Oh, I love that, I love you!" the girl was squealing, as Diana sucked hard on the buds, darting back and forth from one to the other now, stabbing and sucking in a frenzy of her own.
"Oh, that feels ever so good!" Darla babbled, twisting her lithe torso to offer a titty to the sucking mouth of this wonderful woman who'd come into her life. "It feels just like it did when Daddy sucked my cunt! I feel it ... all over! I ... I ... Oh-h-h-h-h!" she moaned, suddenly overcome with the wild feelings, exploding in that marvelous fashion again, but this time fighting hard to retain her senses lest she miss anything at all of this fantastic experience.
Jesus!, thought Diana, she's cumming from just having her tits kissed! She'd only meant to arouse the girl to fever pitch with her tit-sucking but now it was clear to see that she'd underestimated the girl's ability to respond, or perhaps she'd underestimated her own lustful ardor for her. Nevertheless she'd brought the girl to completion with her mouth on her titties, and that would never do. She hadn't a totally clear idea of where she was going with little Darla, but she knew very well she wasn't going to quit now. She lessened the passion of her kisses, flicking and teasing the nipples with her tongue and stroking the tender, trembling flesh with her hands. The child was still quite breathless but starting to relax after her surprise orgasm, and Diana was expertly building her up again toward a state of sexual lust that would match that which raged within herself.
"Did you like that? Did you feel good?" she murmured, lifting her lips to nuzzle about the girl's slack mouth.
"Fantastic! I just couldn't stop. I ... Oh, Diana, that was just wonderful! The way you kissed me there ... Oh!" she cried, and threw her arms about the perfumed neck and kissed the woman hard on the mouth.
Diana smiled through the kiss, stroking her and petting her, rebuilding sexual tension that would need to have release at any cost. It didn't take long. The child was already sensitized, and Diana was intimately familiar with the erogenous zones of the female body. She slid her fingers through the tight little crack of her ass, tickling at her anus and worming to the portals of her tiny cunt. Darla hugged her harder, kissed her more ardently, and spread her legs. The sex-wise brunette slid her hand up and patted the child's fanny, thrilling at the way it made her jump in the embrace. She had the girl writhing hotly against her, already wanting to experience another sensational set of feelings she didn't yet understand. She stroked her slender youth till the girl was panting through the torrid kiss, delving lasciviously with her little tongue and squirming her little hips as if her itch was very bad. Then Diana drew back smiling, knowing full well she had a very hot little girl on her hands again.
"So you liked that, eh?" she said, and flicked a pink nipple with her carmined fingernail.
Darla jumped as she had when her butt had been slapped, squeaking, "Oh! I loved it!"
Diana touched her finger to the girl's panting lips. "Hush, dear. We mustn't wake Stan." She thumbed a thin black bra strap off her shoulder as she said, "Did you like sucking his cock?"
The girl grinned and snuggled her loins closer against the warm moist fur of her new friend. "It was groovy. He said I was a good cocksucker. I sure did make him cum."
Diana made her jump again by flicking a quick finger over her plump little pubic mound, barely touching her clit. She slithered that arm out of the bra strap as the girl raptly watched. The black cup of her bra was barely clinging to her dark, turgid nipple as her purring voice said, "You like to suck on things, do you?"
Darla nodded, showing just the tip of her pink tongue between her lips. Hot as she was, she was playing the shy girl again, but she wasn't too shy to peel the loose bra cup down and expose a thrusting, pear-shaped breast. "I'd like to suck on that," she said, little fingers playing over lust-hardened nipple and smoothing over cream-white flesh. "Could I, Diana?"
"Be my very welcome guest," said the smiling brunette, and she felt like soaring as she guided an already eager mouth to her upthrusting nipple.
She stroked the girl's blonde head, urging her on. In moments little Darla was sucking and tonguing as impassionedly as she had been at Diana's mouth. Her lips were tinged red with Diana's lipstick and flushed with her racing blood, and it was a beautifully erotic sight to see the youngster with her cheeks sunken in and her mouth so busy sucking tit. "Oh, yes, that's just lovely. Mm-mm, feels so very good," said the smiling Diana, drinking in each detail of the scene at her bosom. "Such a sexy, sexy thing to "do, and it feels good. Yes-s-s, but you know that. You know how good it feels to have your titties sucked on and kissed. It makes you feel good all over. Sometimes it makes you cum," she said, slipping a hand under Darla's heavily breathing chest to pluck and pull at a well-sucked nipple there.
"I love it," Darla murmured against kiss-wetted flesh. "So sexy. Tastes so good."
"You're a good tit-sucker, dear. Mm-m. You're making me feel all tingly. I'm getting weak in the knees. Here, darling. Let me sit down. I'm sure you haven't had near enough of this fun yet, and we may as well be comfortable and enjoy things."
The toilet was right behind Diana. She sat down on the edge of it, drew the excitingly hot girl toward her and brushed warm kisses all over her palpitating tummy. Slipping clutching hands about Darla's little hips, she deeply kneaded her round butts while delving deep in her navel with her tongue. Clinging to her shoulders, Darla was practically bouncing up and down in her excitement and squeaking, "Oh! Oh! Oh, Diana!"
Diana knew very well she should stop there and get some more of the girl's eager young mouth on her tits and elsewhere while Darla was in this peaking excitement, but the flesh of the child was simply too sweet to be passed up. She was panting quite hard with excitement herself as she drew her stiff wet tongue down the flat belly to the shallow hollow of her hairless loins, found the tight split of her cunt with it and pushed inside.
"Nnnggg!" Darla wanted to scream with joy as the big thrills began again, but the nearby presence of her father somehow deterred her and a small fist pressed against her mouth muffled her. How could all these wonderful things be happening to her? How could she have gotten to be eleven years old and not know these joys existed? How could she ever repay her father, and now Diana, for opening up this world of pleasure to her? Her feelings soared, peaked, as the stiff tongue waggled and burrowed deeper between her legs, and as it was withdrawn, like Diana, she felt her knees go weak.
"Sit down, darling. Did you cum off again?" said Diana, and eased the near swooning girl down to straddle one of her nyloned knees. Again she hadn't meant to go that far with her, hadn't meant to bring her to another orgasm. But the taste of that little pussy, the amazing firmness of it as well as its creamy sweetness, had been such that she hadn't been able to stop. She promised herself she'd give that little pussy an hour-long sucking one of these days soon, but at the moment she needed a mouth on her. It was all very exciting to bring the inexperienced girl to orgasm, but in the end all they did was build Diana's frustrations. And now she'd have to get the girl hot all over again....
It took less than a minute this time. It had been a pale, exhausted looking child who sat down on Diana's knee. Shoulders slumped, jaw slack, she had looked close to collapse. But she'd stirred when Darla gave each of her titties a sucking kiss, and each movement squirmed the split lips of her kiss-wetted cunt against Diana's knee. The color came back in her cheeks, in her naked little body, and Diana leaned back against the commode to watch as a luxuriously lewd smile lit the childish face, her fingers dug into Diana's thigh, and she began working her pussy in deliberate fashion against Diana's leg.
"Have you got a little itch there between your pretty legs?" said Diana, sensuously fondling her tits, one still in the drooped brassier, the other quite bare and still atingle from the innocent mouth it had felt.
"Uh-huh," Darla murmured, smiling vapidly, getting good movement in her hips now to squirm that warm soft flesh against the firmness of the brunette's lovely leg. "Feels good."
"Of course it does. It looks good, too. I like to see you like this, all hot and horny and wanting to cum again already. It makes you prettier than ever. Sex is such fun."
"You're pretty, too. Beautiful," Darla murmured, gazing through heavy eyelashes, ever moving that wonderfully itching cunt of hers. "Big old titty sticking out. Playing with it. Black brassiere and garter belt. Pretty stockings. Pretty woman. So good to me. And your ... and your pussy hair cut like that," she said, gazing down between Diana's opened legs.
"My cunt," Diana purred, jewel-ringed hand gliding down to it over velvety flesh, even as Darla's little hands were creeping up over her nyloned leg. "I'm glad you like my cunt," she said, and slipped a middle finger through the heart-shaped black tuft to split the bright pink lips, very puffed and swollen, and delved in richly wet flesh.
"Your cunt. Your cunt," the child repeated now with her tiny hands crept up over the welt of Diana's stocking.
Diana used two fingers now to spread those seething cuntlips. Darla's eyes widened and Diana took a sharp intake of air and said, "My clit. You see it? It's like a little prick, and right now I'm so damned hot I'd cum if I touched it. Can you see how hot you've gotten me? Can you smell it?" she said, and lifted her hand to the blonde girl's flaring nostrils, whereupon Darla immediately grabbed it and kissed it and began to suck on the cunt-wetted fingers. She rolled her wide blue eyes at the smiling brunette, as if looking for approval, and Diana smiled and nodded, thrilled to the core, and withdrew her fingers from the hotly sucking mouth to return them to her pulsing, throbbing, waiting cunt.
Little Darla was off her knee in a moment, down on her knees on the cold tile floor with her hands on Diana's inner thighs and her open mouth panting hotly before Diana's crotch. With her cuntlips spread wide by her fingers, with her fully distended clit extruded between them, Diana was amazed at the calmness in her voice as she said, "You're going to give me a really good sucking, darling. You're not going to stop sucking my hot old cunt till I've cum as many times as you have."
Darla pushed her legs wider apart and nodded eagerly, licking her lips, quite dizzy from the heavy perfume and animal heat radiating against her upturned face.
"Sit on my foot, Darla," said Diana. "Get your little cunt against my instep. That's a good girl. Now kiss my cunt, suck me off, eat my pussy and make me cum."
"Mmmmm...." It was absolutely delicious, and somehow almost as thrilling as when she'd had her cunt sucked. The creamy slipperiness, the heat of it and smell of it were wonderfully exciting, and even more exciting was the reactions her sucking and tongue lashings were bringing from the grown-up, sexy woman.
"OH! OH, YES!!!" Diana cried, face contorting in a wild grimace of pleasure, hips jerking forward to give Darla still more of the thrilling flesh that was made to be sucked. "UH! CHRIST!" the shapely brunette grunted, bare tit flopping about, buttocks twitching heavily on the toilet seat, hips jerking uncontrollably. "YES, RIGHT ON MY CLIT WITH YOUR MOUTH, YOUR LITTLE MOUTH!" she rasped, taking off on a skyrocketing flight to ecstasy as the little girl's mouth did just what she said, fastening hard on her exploding clit and ballooning it up to ten times its size.
Diana was in heaven. Introducing the eleven-year-old to lesbianism was by far the most forbidden, the most depraved thing she'd ever done, and it made her feel like a giantess. The fact that there'd been no force involved, nor coercion, made it all the better. Little Darla already loved sucking cunt and would undoubtedly love it as much as cock all her life now, no matter how her father or her later lovers tried to change her. Diana had done it to her, and she felt wonderful about it, just wonderful. And it could be better still....
She let herself shudder and strain to the lovely big peak of orgasmic pleasure and sighed and settled down a bit, rotating her bottom on the toilet seat in a provocative manner, squirming her cunt against the girl's mouth. She held the little blonde head in her hands as the child continued to suck, and she shook her head in slow appreciation, saying, "You're good. You're made for sex. Man or woman, it'll never make any difference to you. Would you like to fuck me now? With your tongue?"
Diana's cool hands pushed back Darla's fevered brow. The girl was panting, face wet with cunt juice and chin quivering with adult lust as she said, "Yes. Just show me how. Just tell me what to do and I'll do it."
"Let me see your pretty tongue. Stick it out all stiff and hard like your Daddy's prick," said Diana, and as the little pink organ was obediently out-thrust, Diana hooked her arms under her knees, pulled up her legs till her knees were touching her tits and her big fat wet cunt was all open and bare before the girl's avidly gazing eyes.
"This is my fuck-hole," she said, drawing the glistening lips apart and spreading her vagina with two hooked fingers. "Put your tongue in there, swirl it all around, and ... yes! Yes, darling, that's it! Oh-h-h-h, so good. In and out too. Yes, fuck me with your tongue. Make me cum another time ... another thousand times, and then I'll tongue-fuck your hot little twat and fuck you in the ass with my tongue too. Oh, you beautiful little nymph!" she panted, and took off cumming again.
Stan wasn't sure if he dozed or not, but he was now well aware of the sounds coming from his bathroom, for they were getting louder, more urgent in character. He knew damned well what was going on in there, and it disturbed him, in more ways than one. Diana had had a few lesbian experiences. She'd hinted at that, and at first he'd been shocked. Since knowing her, however, his whole attitude toward sex had changed. If it feels good, do it-that was Diana's philosophy toward sex, and apparently it was his by now. Apparently? Obviously, after what he'd done with Darla. Now he knew damned well Diana was in there performing cunnilingus on his daughter, just as he had done. He could hardly blame her. It had been a terrific kick for him, and Diana had clearly gotten a kick out of watching him eat that hairless little cunt. She'd wanted to do it herself. He'd seen that in Diana's eyes. And so she'd slipped off with his daughter and he'd let her go with the woman who was so totally devoted to sex. He had simply closed his mind to the strong possibility that for the second time in a day little Darla would feel a mouth on her virgin cunt, and that the second mouth would be that of a woman. And now that it was happening-and he was certain it was happening-he found he was completely turned on by the notion of it. He found he wanted to see it happening in the flesh instead of just imagining his little darling thrashing and moaning on the toilet seat while his girl friend's painted mouth foraged greedily at her little twat. His prick was as hard as ever as he sighed and heaved himself up off the bed. It eagerly preceded him as he padded to the bathroom door, eased it open and gazed in shock at the depraved and depraving scene before him. "Oh, no," he muttered. "Oh, no!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
While Randy slept, Marge had been busy. She had quickly freshened up her make-up, dressed, and gone out to the nearest good department store where she'd purchased some additions to her traveling wardrobe that she knew he'd find sexy. He was still asleep when she returned, so beautiful in repose that she was hard-pressed to proceed to the bathroom rather than throwing herself on top of him. She was aglow with wonderful desire as she took a warm showever, toweled her vibrant body dry, and dusted herself with fragrant bath powder. Her pussy had been very well taken care of, but it still throbbed steadily, very nicely now, as she dabbed perfume behind her ears, under her arms and on the ends of her tits, between her legs and in the deep crack of her big round ass. She brushed out her hair and applied an artfully sexy coat of make-up to her features as she stood humming before the bathroom mirror, and then stepped into lacy lime green panties and snugged them smoothly over her big hips and buttocks and up against the lovely big swell of her softly throbbing cunt. Spreading her legs, she pulled several curly red cunt hairs through the tight leg holes of her new panties, softly giggling to herself over what a sexy old fox she was now that she'd flaunted conventionality and done the thing that was totally natural for a mother to do with her son. Her brassiere matched her panties in color and laciness, and despite the size of her tits she'd selected one with underpadding.
When the thirty-eight D was in place, her tits bulged up and out in a spectacular way, and she smiled in wicked anticipation of the effect her brief attire would have on her son when she woke him for a continuance of their fun. And she was determined that it continue. No turning back now. Quite on the contrary, she intended to tease him to one state of hot excitement after another, using any fair or foul means at her disposal, wallowing in the pleasures of the body till someone or something dragged them apart. He might never be good for another woman in his life when she got done with him, but in the meantime he'd be good for her.
His hand was loosely curled around the base of his prick when she reentered the motel bedroom, and her lip curled in a wily grin as she thought of how to awaken him. The panties she'd wom to the department store were lying discarded on the bathroom floor. She picked them up and sniffed them, wrinkling her nose at the strong scent of her cunt, which had been steadily oozing all during her brief shopping trip. It was the smell of her, a smell he would have to find attractive above all others if she was to have him for as long as she could. She looked forward to that and she looked straight at him as she shoved the bunched panties down inside her new ones to soil them more with the fuck juices still oozing in her cunt. She appraoched the bed on tiptoes, wafted the scented panties under his nose, and as his prick visibly swelled and stiffened, the thrills she knew were as great as any orgasm she'd ever felt. She left the panties on his pillow and went to the foot of the bed, crawled slowly up between his legs licking her lips. She breathed deeply of his young rutting scent and blew her warm breath against his snug pink balls. Closer and closer she came and stiffer and stiffer stood his prick. She touched her rubied lips to them at last, and he murmured, "Oh, Mom-mm," and placed a thrilling hand upon her head.
She began to lick his balls, around their sides and under them, savoring his flavor very deeply. She lip-nibbled her way up the sensitive underside of his standing cock while he moaned his pleasure and clutched at her head. She ran her nails up and down his thighs, eliciting shivers of delight from him, and she enveloped his ankle between her big soft calves and sucked one of his sweet nuts into her hot old mouth.
"You're sucking my balls!" he moaned, writhing in a beautiful way now, and Marge promptly and joyfully sucked the other one inside her mouth. She was stroking his prick too, very lightly and smoothly lest he cum too soon, but firmly enough to keep him poised on the brink of a big, big explosion of jism.
Her mouth slipped under him as he flailed upward with his legs, and her hot, thick tongue stiffened and plunged into his asshole. He groaned as if mortally wounded and she sucked and tongued that super-sensitive flesh without inhibition, wondering how close the sensations came to having her cunt licked. Up her mouth went then, to travel over his cock. She took the savory head in her mouth and licked it clean of sticky goodness, looking up at him and smiling as his head rocked from side to side on the pillow, his belly palpitated heavily, and one of his clutching hands grasped the soiled panties she'd left by his head.
"Feeling good, darling?" she purred, and swiped her tongue over his hot thrusting cockhead.
"I'm gonna cream a quart! Uh-h-h! Lemme put it in you. Lemme fuck you!" he said, reaching for her with the hand that held her panties.
"You'll be able to fuck me all you want, dear. From now on. But now I want to give you a nice blow job. I'm so hungry for your sweet cum. But if you want my pussy, it's right here in your hand. The scent of it's all over those panties. Smell it, darling. Smell of your best girl's pussy while I make you cum."
Immediately the soiled panties were pressed against his nose, and Marge closed the grip of her hand and her mouth on his cock and made him shoot. She caught the first, the strongest ejaculation directly in her mouth, and those that followed were caught in her hands and smeared all over his jerking, pulsating prick while he flailed and groaned on the bed, breathing deeply through her panties all the while. She'd teach him to associate everything about her-even her smell-with the pleasures of sex. She'd make him utterly dependent upon her for sex, she resolved, as she licked his heavily oozing prick clean with broad swipes of her tongue and swallowed the most delicious nectar in the world. Much to her satisfaction, he still held her panties to his nose and mouth when his ejaculation was over and his lovely body was relaxed again.
"You're such a good boy," she said, licking his cock, fondling his balls, caressing his belly and thighs. "I just love to make you feel good. I'm going to call home and tell them we'll be late, if anyone's there. Then we're going out for a lovely dinner, just you and me, and I'm going to make love to you all during the meal. Will you like that?"
"Mm-mm," he murmured, smiling like an angel.
She moved around till she was on her knees beside his face, and she bent over and brushed kisses on his handsome features while she tickled her panties over his cheeks and brow. He grinned in a delightful way at her nearly spilling tits, and she thrust them closer to him and waggled her shoulders back and forth. "Yeah, you sure got big ones," he said, reaching up, squeezing one, and with that little move making her feel a small but distinct orgasm.
"They're all yours. I wish my tits were even bigger for you."
"They're big enough. Yeah, your tits are just fine."
She thrust them closer still and said, "What do you want for dinner? Steak? Lobster? What's your pleasure, sir?" she said, and easily slipped a bra cup to dangle a big, dark-crested globe before his opening mouth.
"Yes-s-s," she hissed. "Suck my tits. Never get tired of them, just as I'll never ever get tired of sucking your cock. You're making me cum-you know that?-just by sucking on my tit. Oooo, I feel so good!" she said, straightening up and popping her big hard nipple out of his mouth, stretching languorously upward and waggling her thinly covered cunt by his smiling face.
He reached up and brushed it with a knuckle, and she chuckled and pressed his hand harder against her there. 'These are brand new panties and already they're all wet in the crotchband. Feel? I suppose I should change them before we go out to dinner," she said, and hooking her thumbs in the elastic waistband, she pushed the tight thin panties down till the top of her fan of red pubic hair showed over the lime green nylon.
He got up on one elbow, gazed directly at her crotch, and said, "Yeah. Why don't you take 'em off, sexy lady?"
"All the way?" she said, and pushed them down her firmly heavy thighs to the point where they were fully stretched and taut.
"That's far enough," he said, and came forward with his mouth, slipped his tongue sideways in her creamy wet slit to her clit, and again made her cum.
"Darling! Oh, you're wonderful! Honey, honey, honey, anything you ever want is yours! Darling Randy!" she cried, and had to back off from his rapidly flicking tongue lest she faint dead away and alarm him.
He laid on the bed, stroking his cock, while she dressed for dinner. He watched her every move through narrowed eyes and he made few but telling remarks as she prepared herself for their date. His gaze on her was alone enough to keep her in a giddy, trembly state of excitement that she wished she could always maintain, and perhaps she would, with him as her constant lover. She kept returning his smile, exchanging childishly sexy repartee with him, and all the while she was so breathlessly excited she hardly knew what she was doing. Finally she could face him, hold out her hands, and say, "How do I look for our date, darling?"
He got up off the bed, still as naked as the day he was born, and with another fine hard-on. "I like that blouse," he said, fingering clinging yellow crepe chiffon, tweaking a hard nipple through it and making her feel it down to her toes.
"I knew you liked yellow," she said, feeling as shy as a girl now, but not too shy to keep from reaching a quaking hand down for his bare cock.
He brushed her hand away and she could have groaned in her disappointment, but still he was there close to her, looking at her, admiring her in a most lustful way.
"Nice skirt, too," he said. "Sorta short, isn't it?" It was made of crushed red velvet, and all at once Marge was sorry she'd bought such brazenly sexy and brief clothes to go out to dinner with her son.
"I could ... change into one of my dresses," she meekly said.
He patted her ass, fingered the material there, patted her ass again and she knew everything would be all right. "No, I like it okay," he said. "It's just so darned short you might as well not have a skirt on at all. Pop doesn't like you to wear skirts that short."
"Pop isn't here," she said, and took his prick in hand, and they exchanged a deeply tonguing kiss before he backed off to look at her from a yard away, hands on his hips, ivory smooth prick sticking out.
"Are your underpants still wet?"
Marge nodded. "And getting wetter when you look at me like that."
"Pull up your skirt. Let's see."
Her hands were shaking so she couldn't grasp her skirt hem at first. But then she rucked it up, tits proudly thrust out, feet set apart so he could get a good look at her soft round belly and bulging crotch, tightly bound in thinnest green nylon, and at the taut white garter straps and the stretched welts of her hose. She held her skirt on high while he slowly walked around her, and twice she gave a very sharp start as he slipped a finger between her legs to test the slick wetness of her crotchband, once from in front of her, once from behind her.
He circled her again, snapping her garters and poking fingers at her pussy and butt, brushing his hand against her tits and feeling of that spreading wetness and altogether contriving to sweetly drive her out of her mind.
And then standing behind her he pulled down the seat of her panties and slipped his hand inside them and ran a probing finger through the deep groove there and murmured, "Does Pop ever do it to you here?"
"F-Fuck me there?"
"Yes. Fuck you there," he said, nearly touching her blossoming asshole with his finger, nearly succeeding in driving her out of her mind.
"What he does ... isn't anything at all like what you do," Marge murmured in a trembling voice. "And you can do ... anything you want to. I told you that."
"Can I fuck you in the ass?" he said, close to her ear, finger actually touching her there now.
Marge looked at him over her shoulder, bit her lip and nodded, far too overcome with wonderful new desire to speak. She roughly pushed down her panties, bent over at the waist and flipped up her skirt. She stood there in obscene beauty with her big white ass sticking up and her elbows resting against her knees. One orgasmic tingle after another went charging through her panting body as her son explored her butt, fondling the big loaves of her ass, spreading them to look at and then to touch the groove that was every bit as sensitive as her vulva just then. And if the groove of her ass was as sensitive as her vulva, her anus itself was as sensitive as her clitoris at that moment for as soon as he'd fitted his cockhead against it and gave that first push, she was grunting like a pig and cumming all over her body.
"Does it hurt, Mom?" he said, driving on, ever deeper.
"God, no!" she grunted, for pain was no different from pleasure just then. "Just shove it in! Just fuck me in the ass good and hard!"
Soon he was grunting with her. Soon the two of them were grunting and fucking like dogs in season, reveling in it all as he sawed his hard rod in and out of her clinging asshole. And very soon after that he was shooting heavily in her big fat butt and she was rocking back and forth on her high heels and deliriously muttering, "Fuck me in the ass. Fuck me all over!"
CHAPTER NINE
"Oh, no!" Stan repeated, looking down at his little daughter Darla licking and lapping at the well-traveled cunt of his black lingerie-clad girl friend, as Diana sat on the toilet seat with her nyloned knees drawn up to her half bared tits and her big white ass and her black-haired twat sticking out. "Oh, no!"
"Why not?" said little Darla, looking happily up at him with her pretty face all wet with cunt juice, and using her little hand in place of her tongue. "Daddy, it's good! Why didn't you tell me?"
"Honey, you shouldn't!" he said, quickly kneeling beside her, clasping her naked body to his.
"And why not, she asks," said Diana, coming up out of her orgasmic daze to stretch out her long shapely legs about both father and daughter. "She's good at it and she likes it, so why not let her lick a little cunt?"
Darla giggled and squirmed out of Stan's arms. "It's not so little. It's ever so much bigger than my little twat," she said, and ran plump little fingers over the glistening pink flesh, making Diana shiver and sigh anew, and making Stan groan in his distress.
"Only men are supposed to kiss cunt," he insisted.
"But I like to, and I bet I do it just as good as you do. Don't I, Diana?" she said, and turned her fact to demonstrate her newfound proficiency.
"She's good. She's a natural," said Diana, petting the little blonde head that busily worked between her legs, smiling at Stan.
"But ... But...." he said. "Oh, Jesus!" he exclaimed, and choked back a sob as he embraced his daughter, now sucking on Diana's outsized clit.
He kissed Darla's bobbing head and stroked her back, and a tear squeezed out of his eye, and then he moved his hand down over her cunningly contrived body and she opened her legs most obligingly and looked sidelong at him as he touched her cunt. It had no hair but it had slick wetness to it. She might be the age of a child but she had the body of a woman, and as such she could turn him on like a woman could. That was a point already proven, but now she was turning him on in a different way. He had indeed thought about the erotic wicked beauty of two women making it together. Now it was happening right before his eyes, and he didn't know if the fact that one of them was his daughter was making it all the more stimulating to him. He didn't care, because he was in a position to take part in it as well as look at it. He settled closer to the floor, got cheek to jowl with the little blonde sexpot, and extended his tongue with her.
"Oh, shit!" Diana exulted. "Two tongues at once in my hot little box! The father and the daughter at once. Too much! This calls for a ... OH! OH! AHHHHH-YEEEEEOWWWWWWWW--W-WW-W-W-W-W-W!!!"
Diana cut loose with the biggest, most vocal orgasm she could. It veritably rocked the rafters and literally raised the hair on her two cuntlickers' heads as she came, and it certainly blotted out the ring of the telephone in the living room. She screamed until her throat hurt and came until her cunt hurt, and when she pushed the two eager mouths away those mouths immediately turned and joined and locked in a cunty kiss that made Diana wish she could join them there between her own legs.
"You were wonderful! Both of you!" she said, and leaned forward to kiss their heads. "What a beautiful experience-for all three of us! I feel like moving in on you, or you two moving in with me. Oh, you sweethearts!" she enthused, kissing them both with equal fervor.
Stan tore his mouth from Darla's and said, "Damn it, no! That wasn't right of you! Not of me either! Do you want to make a lesbian out of this child?"
"What's a lesbian?" said Darla, and Diana laughed and Stan moaned.
"Let's go in the bedroom and talk about it," said Diana. "Darla, Stan, it's nothing to worry about. Come on," she said, and rose to her feet with vibrant vigor, swept up the giggling girl in her arms and shouldered her way out the door with her happy, naked burden.
Stan followed, glumly, but still with a flaming stiff prick. He followed silently and stood at the foot of the bed as Diana dumped Darla, amid many squeals, on the sex rumpled bed and threw herself after her. They tussled about, the satin-and-nylon-clad brunette and the cherubic naked girl, tickling and tumbling, until at last even the sternest of fathers would have smiled as Stan did.
He shook his head, sighed, and sat down on the foot of the bed. Darla bounced right over to him. "Hi, Stan, you big handsome man!" she chirped, and kissed him soundly on the cheek. "Hi, Mr.
Prick, you big handsome stick!" she went on, and took his upright organ in her hand and went right down on it to lavishly suck on its ruddy end.
Diana slid her sinuous curves over to him, kissed his other cheek, and stroked Darla's bobbing head. "What a precocious child you've got. I think I'm in love with her," she said.
"Honest to God," he said. "If I'd for one minute suspected you'd make her go down on you in that bathroom I never would have let her out of my sight."
Diana shrugged and stroked Darla's sunken cheek. She sighed and said, "I suppose I should have left well enough alone. She might have been content for years just as a cocksucker."
Darla raised her head to say "No! I like sucking pussy just as well and I'm ever so glad you let me do it, Di!"
She stuck out her tongue at Stan and resumed sucking his cock. "Chirst, what's next for her?" he said. "How did this ever get started? What the hell would Marge say? Or Randy? Christ!"
"Are you expecting them back?"
"They'll call first. But we've got to quit all this right now. You've got to get dressed and get out of here, Diana, and I've got to get Darla straightened out and the house cleaned up. Darla, stop that!" he said, although it. felt very, very good.
"No!" she said, and gripped him more possessively, and went right on sucking.
Diana laughed a throaty laugh, curled her near nudity up against him and said, "Of course we can't quit yet. Goodness, you haven't even fucked your darling daughter yet."
"NO!" he bellowed. "That is absolutely out! That's one thing I'll never do. Fuck my own daughter? Jesus H. Christ!"
"Why not?" said the pouting Darla, risen from his cock with her lip thrust out almost as far as her titties were.
"Because it's not right," he explained. "Because it's not done," he insisted, and a push from his little girl sent him backward and off balance and started a new tussling and wrestling melee that included him as the epicenter and presented him over and over with pussies and tits and titties, laughing lips and jiggling bottoms to be kissed, mouths and hands on his prick and balls, everywhere on him, till he was reduced to giggling along with them, almost completely in the libertine free spirit of things.
"I won't fuck her. I absolutely won't," said Stan, pinioned and out of breath for the moment, held down by the fatigue of giggling and by a great abundance of very feminine flesh.
"Then I'll fuck you," said Darla, grasping his steel hard cock again.
"No, honey!" he insisted. "I'm just too big. Christ, your little cunt's barely big enough to hold my tongue. This big old cock of mine would hurt you. Maybe tear your sweet little pussy."
"Oh, nonsense," said Diana. "I was getting fucked by grown men when I was ten."
"It is awful big," said Darla, looking at it ruefully and rubbing her little cunt. "Maybe Stan's right. I'd hate to have my cunt stretched."
"Honey, that wouldn't happen," Diana proclaimed. "At least try it. Couldn't you try it? I'll help. I'll get your pretty cunt all wet with kisses, maybe use a little Vaseline on it, I'll get Stan's lovely cock all slick and wet, too, and then just introduce the two of you as you should be. Mmm. And it'll feel so good."
Stan could see Darla wanted it badly. He wanted it too by then, but still the old taboos existed, and still he was very concerned about hurting her with his dynamically big dick. "It's out of the question," he said. "Let's just forget all about it, get dressed now and look forward to some other fun times together later on."
"But I don't want to stop yet," said Darla. "I've gotta have a little more fun now," she said, fingering her little twat and looking at both Stan and Diana in a manner that told him very clearly that she was feeling every big as horny as he was.
"Of course she does," said Diana, and eased her black-brassiered torso across Stans inflamed loins to kiss Darla's flat little tummy.
Darla caught in her breath and thrust herself closer as Diana's long tongue came out to flick in the button of her navel. The way his daughter moved her narrow torso made her unformed tits look stunningly erotic to Stan. "Of course you've got to have a little more fun," he said, and her smile was both dreamy and grateful at him before she looked down at his big hand gently plucking at her erected nipples.
Diana sensed the change in Stan's mood. She gave off with her lickings about Darla's belly and moved around to the other side of the child. She embraced her with Stan, gently and lovingly, pulling at her nipples and stroking her back and kissing her brow as she said in her purring voice, "A little more fun for all of us. A lot more. Gracious, how can anyone keep their hands off an angel like this one? So beautiful and so appreciative of every little kiss she gets. How I wish you were my daughter."
"No, she's mine," said Stan, swaying the pink-flushed girl toward himself for the moment, drinking in her worshipful look at him and reveling in the silky texture of her pubescent body.
"Don't I get a part of her?" Diana prettily pouted, gently tugging at the child and receiving a worshipful look of her own.
Darla's giggle was weak, breathless, as she sat close between the two very attentive adults with one hand on the base of Stan's very upright cock, the other creeping toward Diana's heart-shaped pussy. "Gee, don't fight over me," she said.
"I'm ready to," said Stan, and in mock anger he yanked her bare leg closer to his.
"I accept your challenge," Diana responded, and drew Darla's other leg in her direction. Both legs were spread wide between them now, and Stan's big hand and Diana's slender one were each moving toward the hairless, pink-flushed crotch as Diana said, "I'd accept your challenge, 'cause this is worth fighting for. My, what an adorable little cunt."
"The prettiest in the whole world," Stan said, as his fingers joing those of Diana in gently spreading the exquisitely tender, rose-pink flesh between his daughter's widespread legs.
"I'm feeling funny again," Darla murmured, squirming almost constantly now under the combined caresses of the four experienced hands on her little body.
"You're feeling good," purred Diana, and Stan nodded, smiling as their very willing pre-teener looked from one to the other of them and then down at the fingers massaging and stretching her diminutive cuntlips.
"I think you should fuck her, Stan. Right here," said Diana, and eased a carmine-tipped finger in the girl's tight, slick vagina.
Darla whimpered and twisted and tried to spread her legs wider. Stan hooked one of her legs over his, rubbed the balls of two fingers over tiny red clit, and said, "And I think I should suck her. Right here."
There was a large emerald ring on Darla's middle finger and it had turned so that its green stone faced up and caught the light as the finger moved, partially disappearing into glistening pink flesh. Again and again it moved, slightly deeper every time, while all three watched as if hypnotized and listened to Diana's hypnotic voice. "Yes, this's where a nice big prick belongs. Just ease it in, so nice and smooth. It would feel so good, so very good, and can you imagine how it would look? Just beautiful. Big prick, little cunt ... just beautiful...."
"Dadde-e-e," Darla whined, and pulled harder at his cock.
He shook his head and said, "No. Damn it, she's still a virgin?"
"Oh?" said Diana, and Darla gave a sharp little jump as the knuckle-deep finger went deeper and a film of brighter pink appeared in contrast to the square green stone.
"Now you've done it. Christ, now you've done it," Stan muttered, holding Darla closer, but still rubbing his fingers over her clit.
"Yes. Oh, yes," Darla whimpered, and threw her other leg over Diana's nyloned knee, breathing faster now and squirming her little cunt all about against the hands that tended to it.
"Did I hurt you, darling?" Diana purred, drawing her closer, finger working much deeper and more smoothly now.
"Just for a second. No, it didn't hurt a bit," Darla babbled, breathing ever faster. "Oh, it feels so good now. Better all the time. Oh, you're both being so good to me I want to cry," she moaned, and she suddenly began jerking and squirming hard in their embrace, quite obviously cumming for them.
Her brows were knit and her jaw hung slack while her tiny torso writhed with abandon and her little crotch jerked and pushed upward in staccato movements. They held the orgasming girl closer between them, eyes glistening brightly as they watched the birth of another orgasm brought about by the fingers, that still massaged and dipped deeply in her little cunt. "Oh! Oh! Oh-h-h-h-h!" she cried, fingers digging into their thighs, twisting so that it looked for a moment as if she was trying to escape from the ecstasy flooding through her, and grimacing in a most intense manner. But then her youthful features cleared and a wide smile lit her pretty face, and the tensed contortions of her little body turned all warm and sensuous and smooth again.
Diana eased out her finger and moved her hand to the hard-breathing girl's titty. She was breathing almost as hard as she said, "Honey, you felt so good! You came so good for us. And now I've got to kiss your cunt and make you feel even better."
"Let her rest for a minute," said Stan.
"Don't want to rest. I want to feel good some more," Darla said through her smile, and her little hand was on Darla's black hair as the woman's head swooped down between her legs.
This was what Stan had expected to see in the bathroom. Christ, he'd been dying to see it! Diana's jeweled hands held Darla's baby-smooth legs wide apart as they moved up and down from knee to groin and back. Her black hair gleamed more glossily than the tight nylon striping her milk white shoulders and back. Her penciled eyebrows were very dark and her false eyelashes very long, and between them was the soft green eye shadow she always wore. Her sharp features looked sharper, longer now with her mouth opened and her powdered cheeks sunken. Her smeared ruby lipstick gave her a terrifically whorish appearance and beautifully complemented the glistening pink of her long thin tongue as it flashed up and down and in and out of Darla's perfect, miniature cunt.
That cunt looked all sore and raw now. It's redness had spread past the shallow hollows of her widely splayed groins and threatened to spread all over her body as she panted faster and faster under the expert and persistent cunt-licking from the crouching woman. Stan held Darla very close as he watched every movement of Diana's tongue and hands, as he felt every ecstatic tremor that rippled through his daughter's body. He was hungering for another taste of that cunt himself. The smell of it was very delicate, yet so feminine that his mouth was watering. Diana was tonguing steadily through Darla's vulva, keeping the child in a steady state of orgasm. Soon he'd be kissing that cunt, placing heavy suctioning kisses all around the rosily flushed wet crotch before he planted his mouth on her clit and brought her to one enormous peak of pleasure she'd never forget.
"I think I'm going to have to have another taste of that," he said.
"Damn it, I'm too big for you!" he said, and in a sudden pique he let her fall back on the bed and got down on the floor beside Diana. "Move over. My turn. Damn it, woman, I've gotta have some of that!"
A shiver rippled through Diana's pale shoulders and she drew her cheek along Darla's inner thigh. Her mouth was slack and she was panting as hard as Darla had been. Stan had rarely seen Diana this hot, and now she proved her excitement by grasping him hard by the hair and yanking his mouth down on hers, wide open and warmed by girl-cunt, and absolutely delicious. The kiss only lasted for an instant, but it was enough to electrify Stan before the hand in his hair wrenched him back and jammed his mouth down against the waiting hairless cunt.
"Beautiful! Beautiful!" Diana panted at his ear. She lanced her tongue into it for another electrifying instant while he sucked and tongued the sweet, churning flesh, and she gasped, "Stanley, you've got to fuck her. You've got to! If I only had a prick I'd ... Good God, my cunt's on fire!"
She was suddenly gone from his side. He looked up over the madly twisting torso of little Darla to see it straddled by Diana's dark-hosed knees.
Darla's bright pink nipples were directly under the quivering white buttocks of the flame-hot woman, and then they moved forward and down toward Darla's twisting face. Those buttocks jumped and jerked under the black straps of her garters as Diana cried, "Kiss it! Suck my cunt like you did before. OH! Oh, beautiful!"
Stan reached up between those buttocks and plunged his fingers deep, then drove two fingers deeper still. "FILL ME UP!" Diana screamed, hips bucking forward against Darla's face, then back against Stan's probing fingers. "FILL ME UP AND MAKE ME CUM LIKE I NEVER DID BEFORE!" she shouted, and with a snarl of unholy lust, Stan jerked his fingers back and got up on his knees to fit the knob of his cock against the wet red crotch that danced before him.
The instant it touched Darla's vaginal portals her little hands were pushing at Diana's orgasming body, and her little voice was crying. "I want to see! I want to see!"
"Out of the way!" he snapped, and shoved Diana sprawling across the bed.
Darla squealed as he popped the big knob of his cock in her tiny cunt, but he knew very well it wasn't a squeal of distress. She was up on her elbows now, biting her lower lip but watching intently as he drew back and pushed more of himself into her, holding her by her firm little hips, giving her just what she wanted.
Fully half of his big cock was in her little cunt, a very thick wedge in widely stretched flesh, when she arched and uttered a soul-felt cry of deepest pleasure and began jerking her hips, throwing them up at his penetration.
"She loves it! God, she loves it!" Diana exclaimed, up on her knees now to watch each millimeter of the virgin's penetration.
"All of it. Oo-o-o-o, all of it," Darla murmured, reaching clutching hands down toward her thick impalement.
"All you want, baby. Any time," said Stan, moving smoothly now in the wonderfully yielding tightness, and smiling down at the girl's beatific face.
"What a wonderful thing for her," said Diana, hands roving over her writhing torso.
"Mm-mm. It sure is," said little Darla, writhing her body even more, heels hooked over the edge of the mattress now to pull her cunt farther onto Stan's big prick. "You're so good to me, Stan. Are you going to cum in me, too?"
He chuckled and said, "I don't think there's room."
"Then hold me and kiss me," she said, and held out her hands to him.
He took them in his and pulled her toward him. Her eyes widened and her mouth formed an o as she was sat up with her little cunt sliding another half inch onto his big cock. Her arms went around his neck and as her mouth found his she slipped all the way down on his cock and he suddenly came.
She could feel it happen. Stan certainly could, but little Darla somehow knew very well it was happening in her, too, and it sent her into a mad series of gyrations against him that milked enormous quantities of jism from his erupting cock while her hot little mouth sucked madly on his. He really started fucking her then. He couldn't help it. He was drawing back his hips and plunging up and into her like a stallion, prick quite out of control as it shot and shot and plunged and plunged. She was taking each of his slamming insertions without a whimper, sucking every hard on his mouth, clawing at his back, obviously orgasming right along with him. He knew he'd soon be hurting her, but he couldn't stop. Her little legs had flown around his waist but now they fell away in futile weakness as her body jerked and danced on his gushing cock. The cream was easing the already slick passage, and with Diana squealing and clapping with delight, Stan fucked the little girl in his arms just as hard as he could for those last few wild moments, not caring about anything else in the world.
But then she went limp in his arms. His daughter was suddenly so immobile on his prick that he knew he'd killed her. Her kiss-bruised lips fell from his and her head nodded down, and her arms went slack around his neck.
"What the hell have I done to her?" he muttered, and moved to extract the big wedge of his cock from the slick, tight orifice of her lifeless body.
Immediately she gripped him with her arms and her legs and her pussy. She looked up at him with wide, sparkling eyes and a bright smile and said, "Oh, don't take it out yet. I want some more!"
He grinned and hugged her. "What a spoiled brat you are. You're worse than your brother," he said, and smoothed his big hands over her small, suspended fanny.
Diana laughed and came to put her arms about the tightly joined pair. "I can't think of anyone I'd rather spoil," she said, and kissed the corner of Darla's mouth.
The little girl's arm went around the woman's neck and her small pink lips opened wide to mesh with the painted mouth at her side. Stan felt the small ticklings of renewing lust as he watched the deeply sensual enjoyment shared between the two females. One had done it all and still enjoyed every bit of it, the other was taking great pleasure in the learning process.
Their lips tried to cling together as they slowly parted from the kiss. Their tongue tips lingered for a moment before Diana drew back sighing. One hand was roving over Stan's buttocks, the other over Darla's, as Diana said to the girl, "Feel like coming into the bathroom with me now, darling? And showing me what you learned about feminine hygiene and things?"
A smiling Darla squirmed on Stan's big cock as she nodded her head and smoothly slipped a bra strap from Diana's soft white shoulder.
Stan was grinning with them as he said, "I think I'd better go along with you this time, Diana, just to make sure you don't talk this innocent little kid into kissing that nasty old pussy of yours again."
"Daddy!" Darla admonished. "It's not nasty. I like to kiss it. It's fun."
Diana rubbed her slinky body against his and said, "And just what would you do if I did talk your precious nymphet into going down on me again?"
"I'd punish you," said Stan, as solemnly as he could. He took a handful of her wonderfully firm round ass and said, "If I see you so much as touch this little blonde angel again, I'll be forced to push my cock up your ass and fuck it like it's never been fucked before. I'd fuck it till you were screaming for mercy, Diana. And if you screamed too loud I'd shut you up by pushing your face down between Darla's legs. Do I make myself clear?"
"Perfectly clear," she murmured, and a shudder went through her and she moved her open mouth to kiss him with a depth of feeling she's never displayed before. Her mouth sucked at him and her hand clutched at him, her body clung to his and he felt the kiss spread warmth and desire throughout his body. When she drew back her green-shadowed eyes smoldering with longing, and she murmured, "God, how I wish it was just us three, with nobody else involved. And I don't mean just for tonight. Come to my place tonight and then just stay there-forever."
"Well go there tonight. Well go there many times," Stan said, "but forever's a long long time, and there's a mother and a wife and a brother and a son to think about."
Diana turned to Darla. "Would you like to live with me and your father at my place? Run naked all the time, and have all the fun you want? Would you, dear?"
"Sure, but we just couldn't leave Mom and Randy-even if he is a spoiled brat. It'd be fun, but...."
"But what, Darla?"
"But shouldn't we go in the bathroom now and use that douchebag thing on me so we can have some more fun together? We oughta get out of here before Mom and Randy get home."
"You horny little angel," Diana laughed, and brought her sensuous red lips down on those of the child again.
"I warned you about that," said Stan. "You're in for some pretty stern punishment now, you know."
Diana stuck out her tongue at him and Darla bounced up and down on his cock and squealed, "She deserves it! Let's go, Stan! Let's all go to the bathroom and then get to Diana's place before Mom and Randy get back!"
CHAPTER TEN
Randy was getting more than his share of spoiling that evening. Marge had brought fifty dollars emergency money along and she was determined to spend it on him. She'd already charged over a hundred dollars worth of alluring clothes for his enjoyment, and if she had her way she'd have spent every cent of the family savings on this wonderful boy with whom she'd discovered such love and joy.
Following the wonderful butt-fucking he'd given her, he dressed while she packed up their things for departure from the motel. He looked so beautiful in neatly pressed jeans and a striped T-shirt that she wanted to devour him. Her pussy was throbbing, leaking again, and now her anus was also leaking a slow but steady trickle of the jism he'd shot in it. Marge adjourned to the bathroom and cleansed herself as best she could, but it seemed like a hopeless task for she knew very well her old pussy would be getting wet and nice again the moment she touched her son.
She put on the push-up bra and matching panties she'd bought that day while he was napping and a transparent black blouse. A thick black garter belt went under her panties to hold up a pair of filmy black nylons that clung to her superlatively shapely legs without a wrinkle. Platform shoes enhanced those curves and a white miniskirt further accentuated the sweeping curves of her hips. She used a good deal of make-up in covering the fine lines in her face and in drawing attention to her full lips and warmly glinting eyes. When she'd brushed out her titian hair she looked more like a whore than a suburban mother of two, and she liked the look of herself very well.
Her smile was whorish too as she returned to him. He was sitting on the bed grinning up at her, elbows on his knees, legs apart so she could see the nice young bulge waiting for her within the tight crotch of his white jeans. She posed a few feet before him, one nyloned knee bent before the other, hands on the curves of her hips, big tits proudly up. "How does your date for the evening look?"
He wet his lips and nodded his head. "You look good, Mom. You look like you want to get screwed again."
She sauntered forward with swaying hips. She made him straighten up by stepping in between his legs, and there she nudged the hard bulge of his hot young dick with her knee and said, "With this? Any time-any place."
He placed his hands around her knees. Nylon whispered warmly as his hands slid up to the velvety bare flesh over the welts of her hose. The good, hot chills rose in her gut with the raising of her tiny skirt and the baring of her panty-covered pudendum. She held her skirt up for her son while he ran his hand over the soft bulge of her belly and his thumb over the firmer bulge of her cunt. "That's where I like to fuck you best," he said.
"Right in my cunt," she said. "Right here," said she, and she moved a hand down to tug aside her panties crotchband with two lacquer-tipped fingers, baring matted red hair and cuntlips which would surely be forever swollen and pink and throbbing in the presence of this forever horny young man who was her son.
"Looks good," he said, bringing forth slick wetness with the slightest touch of his thumb. "By now it even smells good."
She ruffled his hair and chuckled softly, everywhere aglow with love and desire for this boy who was learning so well at her hands. "But does it taste all right?" she said.
He moved forward with tongue extended. It slipped right in between the fatty lips, found her clitoris in an instant and made it further swell and throb. With his lips pressed against her short red cunt hair and his tongue moving on her clit, he slowly nodded his head up and down, up and down, thrilling her and at the same time almost driving her out of her mind with renewed yearning.
"I don't believe how you can get me so hot so quick!" she said. "I was going to take us out for a big steak dinner, but now I think I'll send out for a pizza and spend the rest of the night right here at our motel."
"I feel like a steak," he said, drawing back and licking his lips, still stretching the leg hole of her panties, however, so he could insert his forefinger in her steadily oozing vagina and push it to the knuckle up that slick wet fuckhole. "I'd rather go out and get a steak," he said. "And then find some other motel and just fuck the shit out of you all night long."
"Oh-h-h," she moaned, riding his sliding finger as best she could with sinuous undulations of her heavy hips. "Yes, darling. Anything you want. Anything my baby wants is his," she hotly promised, while he grinned up at her sex-quaking body and kept sliding his finger in and out her cunt. "I'll buy you the biggest steak in town let you fuck me half to death in another motel. But fuck me now, one more time, before we leave here. Randy, please!"
Still fingerfucking her-but much too slowly now-he chuckled and said, "Man you sure do get hot in a hurry. Are all women like that?"
"No woman will ever be like I am to you. Randy, I need it bad," she entreated.
His grin broadened and he said, "What do you need so bad, Mom?"
"I need to be fucked! I want you to fuck me, honey, and I don't care where you do it. My cunt, my mouth, my...." She ripped herself away from the sweet torture of his finger in her twat, spun dizzily around between his knees and rucked down her panties to her knees. She bent at the waist, thrusting the big white moons of her full round ass at his face and panting, "Or fuck me in the ass again. God, I loved it! No one's ever fucked me there before and I just loved it!"
She felt close to fainting as his hands roved over her quivering bare buttocks, then felt like dying when he said, "Maybe later. You got a really nice big ass, Mom, and I got a-heckuva hard-on and I'd like to fuck you now, but I'm so darned hungry for that steak my stomach hurts." She moaned and bit her lip to keep from weeping in her misery as he dragged her panties up her hot thighs, saying as he did, "Once you get some food in me I'll fuck you black and blue."
She needed it now, right now!, but there was no way she could further demean herself by begging for it. She straightened up, snugged up her panties and managed a sultry smile before turning toward her son again. She'd get all she wanted from him and more, she told herself. She'd get him that biggest steak in town and in the process of dinner tease him to the point where he'd fuck himself half to death when they were alone again like this. She'd thoroughly enjoy her artful teasing and she'd endure the sweet agony of her throbbing pussy while she showed her son what it felt like to be really, truly horny.
Marge stood Randy up and kissed him, holding herself back from sucking his tongue clear down to her belly. She chatted about dinner and smiled brightly as she rounded up their belongings, and she jumped as if she'd been shot when he gave her a casual swat on her ass. She got them in the car and headed them in the direction of home, petting and stroking his leg while she drove, but not being at all sure which of them was getting more aroused from her touches. She knew of a steak house roughly halfway to their house which would be ideal for her plans. In addition to gargantuan steaks it featured dim lights and briefly attired waitresses, just the aids she needed for further elevating the temperature of her son's prick.
It was called The Butcher Shop, and as usual there was a short wait to be seated. They waited in the bar, where Marge had a martini to calm her quaking nerves and Randy's proximity nullified the calming effects of the alcohol. Once again she felt like raping him. His youthful beauty was such that she couldn't keep her hands off of him, adjusting his clothing, swaying against him, putting one of his stray locks in place. She wanted to stand up on a barstool and announce to the chattering crowd that she'd found the most exciting male in the world, her only son. She wanted to get someplace where she could fuck him, and she ordered another martini to make the waiting period bearable.
Their name was at last announced over the loudspeaker. Marge followed Randy toward the dining room and he followed the swinging hips of a shapely young waitress clad in a butcher's cap and a meatcutter's smock which barely covered her firm round bottom. Much to Marge's disappointment, there were no booths available and they had to sit across from each other at a table. Randy ogled the waitress's largely exposed cleavage as she bent over them to take their order, and a sharp twinge of jealousy stabbed through Marge. Randy ordered a New York steak and Marge upped his ante to steak and lobster for both of them and was rewarded by a large grin from her son. She ordered another martini and a decanter of wine for herself, counting the seconds till they could be alone and determined to enjoy herself as much as possible until that happy situation came to pass.
The cocktail came quickly, and again Randy's attention went to their waitress. He followed her with his eyes as she left, gazing down at her flashing legs now. As Marge sipped her drink he looked around at the other diners, attractively dressed and out for a good time. His attention was centered on the women, for now he had some knowledge of his potential with them.
He looked at the other waitresses, for they were the most scantily dressed, but now Marge's jealousy was fading and transforming into something else. She knew very well she couldn't keep him forever. As intense as their affair might be, it would only last for a year or two before he'd be involved with girls of his own age at school. Certainly he'd be vastly more sexually experienced than his friends at any school and have a great advantage over them when it came to the fair sex. He'd have his mother to thank for that, and perhaps he'd thank her with a good strong fuck now and then. It was sad in a way, but all she was doing with this burning love affair was preparing him for the arms of other women, but then again, isn't that what mothers are for? Mothers are made, she told her herself, to educate their sons. Sex is a very large part of any human being's life, she reasoned, and should be included in this education. Therefore, everything she was doing with him was all good and proper. Anything she could do to arouse him and thus make him eager for more of her education would be nothing but helpful to him.
If he wanted to ogle other females, then let him, even encourage him, for any erection it brought him would be used on her. She smiled and finished the dregs of her drink and when the waitress brought their salads she let him look till the girl was gone. Then she touched his foot with hers and spoke to him:
"She has a nice set of tits. A darling ass, too. I bet you wouldn't mind fucking her."
He turned scarlet and cringed in his chair. Marge laughed and said, "What's the matter? Do you think I'm the only woman in the world with tits and a cunt? Don't you think other women like to fuck and suck? Darling, I'm not going to be the only woman you make it with during your lifetime. We're just going to be lovers for a short time-a few years, perhaps-and even during that time I don't expect you to be a one-woman-man. If you can get it on with another woman, do so by all means. Anything that pleases you. Women, fine; but girls, no. Girls are what gets a boy in trouble. They don't know how to take care of themselves, either physically or emotionally.
Go to bed with a girl from school and the chances are she'll get pregnant. Or she'll fall in love with you. Either way shell want to marry you, and whatever you do, don't marry too young. Now's the time, when you're young and strong and your balls are always full of jism to get involved with all the older women you possibly can. They're lonely. Most of 'em are married to some old fart like your father who can't get it up half the time and when it is up it isn't hard enough to do them any good, and the others are divorced and so horny for cock that they'll settle for another half-hard man like the one they just got rid of."
"Mom, not so loud," he whispered, still blushing furiously.
"It's all right. Nobody can hear," she said, and kicked off a shoe and shot the sole of her stockinged foot up against his nice warm crotch. "Stop worrying. Have a good time. We can fuck any time you feel like it. Want to go out in the parking lot and rip one off now? Just say the word honey-boy. Your mamma's cunt is always open and waiting for you."
"Mom, hush!" he hissed, as the waitress came with the wine and their salads.
She wriggled her foot against his crotch while they were being served. Get him horny and keep him that way, that was going to be Marge's philosophy from then on. She was going to raise a son who knew how to live life to the fullest, with no holds barred. She tasted the wine and set the glasses between them, urging him to sample it while she said, "I'm going to subscribe to Playboy for you. Whenever we can get alone-and there'll be lots of times like that-we'll go through the pictures in it together and see how hard your prick gets. Would you like that?"
He smiled timidly and nodded guiltily.
"I'll suck you off while you look at the pretty girls. I know you'll like that."
She had him squirming with mixed embarrassment and horniness, and his condition was thrilling to her. Now she refilled their wineglass and said, "I'll teach you all there is to know about sex, and when I think you're ready I'll test you with a girl. I'll find you a really beautiful young virgin and I'll sit quietly in the bedroom and watch while you undress her and kiss her and touch her just like I've taught you. You two'll be just gorgeous together. And when you kiss her little cunt I'll be there to see you do it right. And when you finally fuck her I'll be right there beside you, petting your pretty bottom while you slip it to her. When you grow up, you'll be the sexiest man in the world. You're already the sexiest boy in the world."
"And you're the sexiest Mom," he said, with his hand on her foot now, pulling it harder against his stiff prick.
So it went through the meal. Their conversation was entirely sexual as they dined on steak and lobster, and by the time their plates were empty both mother and son were warmly glowing with animal desire. The bill brought Marge briefly out of her state of sexual reverie for it exceeded by far the mental budget she's set for the evening. It took almost every dollar she had left, certainly leaving an insufficient amount for a motel room. She grew uneasy thinking about trying to satisfy the lusts they'd built in each other in the confines of the family car, but that would have to do if an alternative couldn't be found. She cursed herself for her carelessness and thought about driving all the way back to the motel they'd just left in hopes they'd be able to register without paying in advance. And in desperation she rose from the table and telephoned home, hoping against hope that Stan might be out carousing and Darla might be fast asleep. When there was no answer to a dozen ringings of the telephone, Marge was so elated that it didn't occur to her that she might have dialed an incorrect number....
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Fifteen minutes later they were at the house. It was entirely dark in front, but there was a light on in the master bedroom. The stereo was softly playing as they silently entered, Marge shushing Randy and beginning to hope that Darla was spending the night with a girl friend, so they might have the whole house to themselves. On into the nearly darkened house they went, down the hall to where a large bed awaited, and sleeping on that bed were father and daughter and a strange woman!
The sight set Marge back on her heels. Both Stan and Darla were entirely naked, and woman looked even more naked in disarrayed black lingerie. Her shock turned to towering fury and she flew forward with her claws out and her lungs screaming at the outrage which had been committed in her house.
Of course Marge's attack caught the slumbering trio unawares. They'd only meant to rest a bit from their amorous endeavors before resuming their sport at Diana's apartment, and now all three were recoiling in panic from the furious attack from the outraged woman. Stan fought back first, grabbing the wrists of his shrieking wife and bearing her down on the bed. Diana came to his aid, throwing her weight across the kicking legs of the powerful woman, while little Darla cringed back against the headboard. Still Marge fought on and still she screamed at them, until at last Diana stuffed a corner of the sheet in her mouth. The silence was loud in the room then. It seemed to subdue even Marge, at least for the moment, for now she lay under their weight breathing heavily and glaring furiously at them.
"The fat's in the fire now," said Stan. 'Talk about a guy's prick getting him into trouble; this is it."
"Well get you out of it. There's got to be a way," said Diana. "We'll make her listen to reason now that she's calmed down."
Marge began to struggle again at these words, and she continued to struggle until her wrists and ankles were bound together with the stockings Stan and Diana took from her legs. Stan sat on the bed with his head sunk in his hands, muttering, "What to do? What in the world to do?"
Diana tried to reassure him that somehow it would all work out, and when she turned her glance toward little Darla, she saw that the girl's brother was doing some reassuring of his own.
The boy was seated on the bed with his sister, protective arm about her little shoulders, appreciative grin on his face as he smoothed a hand over her little breasts. The way he was touching her, without the least show of clumsiness, made Diana quite sure that he had some sexual experience under his belt. She smiled at him and said, "I suppose you know what we've been doing, too. Just having some fun."
He nodded and said, "Yeah. That's the kind of fun I like. You sure are sexy-looking. What's your name?"
Diana told him and moved closer on the bed to him, making Marge emit a muffled scream and roll helplessly on the mattress. Diana said, "If we could only get your mother to listen to reason, I'm sure all of us could have a whole lot of fun together." She came to his side, and now the grinning boy was sandwiched between the naked girl and the nearly naked woman. "If you could just think of a way to keep your mother quiet about this, I'll bet we could be very good friends."
He shrugged. "Why should she talk about it? I don't even see why she's mad. Heck, we been screwing and things all weekend."
Stan raised his head, a slow smile erasing his mood of despair, and Marge's moan made him know his son was telling the truth. He said, "Randy, let's you and I go out in the hall and have a little talk about what you and your mother have been doing this weekend. Darla, Diana, come along."
Marge was left alone to work at her bonds in a futile rage. She knew very well the extent of her sinning with her son, but in her opinion that didn't at all condone what Stan had done with then-daughter and a stranger. Their subdued voices and an occasional giggle further infuriated her, though there wasn't a thing she could do about it. And then her rage increased when the four of them returned to the bedroom, for now her Randy was as naked as he could be.
There was a party spirit about them now as Stan and Diana untied Marge's ankles and retied them to the corners of the foot of the bed, and there was a feeling of rising panic in Marge as her naked son and daughter sat on each side of her.
Darla giggled and said, "She's sure got big ones." And her little hand creeping over Marge's breast made Marge try to cringe from her.
"And she loves to have 'em played with," said Randy, his hand moving over Marge's other breast. "You want to see 'em?"
Darla nodded eagerly, Marge shook her head wildly, and Randy opened her blouse. Stan and Diana watched, idly caressing Marge's widely parted legs, while the children proceeded to loosen their mother's brassiere and exclaim over the big tits they'd uncovered. Even Marge's tears served no purpose as Randy and Darla fondled her big tits and pulled at her dark nipples.
"Look at this," said Randy, and sucked one of those nipples in his mouth.
"Oh, I can do that," said Darla, and her little mouth mimicked his on Marge's other tit.
It was awful, terrible, dreadful to see her daughter engaging in a lesbian sex act, and it was even worse for Marge to feel her nipples stiffening under the twin assault of the mouths and tongues. She twisted and struggled anew, and now she succeeded in getting the gat out of her mouth. "Stan!" she cried. "Make them stop! This is a terrible thing you're doing to them!"
"They seem to be enjoying it," said the dark-haired woman in the sheer black lingerie, and moved her hand up under Marge's skirt.
"Don't touch me there!" Marge cried. "You queer! It's all your fault! Don't touch me there!!!"
"She has a nice fat pussy," said Diana to Stan. She had her thumb under the tight crotchband now, pressing and probing at the cunt lips already well-moistened from the attentions of young Randy. "I'd like to see it. Have you scissors handy, Stanley?"
"At your service," said Stan, and rose to fetch Marge's manicure scissors from her dresser. His prick was at its full state of erection again. He'd been finding Marge less and less attractive to him over the past months, but now she presented a wildly erotic sight to him as she lay on the bed in helpless agony, a boy and a girl playing with her tits, a frankly bisexual woman toying with her twat. Marge was alternately begging and threatening now, and he took great pleasure in joining them on the bed to snip away the crotch of her panties.
"You'll all go to jail for this! I swear it!" Marge exclaimed. "Stop this now, right now, and I might not press charges. Don't!" she cried, as she felt the tip of the woman's tongue tickle through her hair in search of her clitoris.
She arched and tried to twist away, but there was no escaping from the newest mouth that foraged on her body. It fastened to her cunt and sucked her clitoris out of its hiding place to be lashed and roiled by a very expert tongue. She cursed the woman and called her names, but that didn't help in stopping the stiffening of her nipples and the distending of her clit.
"Mm-mm," said Diana, lifting her head and licking her lips. "She has a nice cunt. Anyone else care for a taste of it? Darla?"
"NO!" Marge screamed, but little Darla just clapped her hands with glee and gladly surrendered the tit she'd been sucking on for a taste of her mother's cunt.
Marge broke into tears now and Stan petted Darla reassuringly as she played with and kissed the red-haired cunt before her. "It's okay, honey," he told her. "Just like we talked about in the hall, we're doing the right thing. If we're all going to be happy together, Mom's got to be a part of it."
"I can make her happier than anybody," said Randy. "I can fuck her."
"No, that's over with!" Marge cried through her tears, vainly trying to twist away from the busy mouth of her little daughter.
"You said I could do it any time, and this is the time. Get out of the way, Darla," said Randy, but Darla had to be pulled away from the cunt they all wished to share in.
Marge tried to hit Randy with her bound hands as he knelt between her legs with his hard little prick at full attention. "Get away! All of you! You can't do this to me! I won't let you!" she cried.
Randy looked to his father for advice, and Stan said, "Go to it, son. Let's see if you're as good a cocksman as you claim to be."
Still Marge beat at him, until the stocking tying her hands was cut off and her arms were held out at her sides by Stan and Diana. Spreadeagled on the bed, she lay helpless while her daughter took her son's cock in hand and fitted its ruddy knob to her twat. He shoved it in with one lunge of his strong young body, and an immediate transformation took place in his mother.
"Oh, my GOD!" she cried, big body bucking up at Randy, lips drawn back in a grimace of orgasmic pleasure.
"Look at him go!" Darla squealed. "He really fucks fast!"
"Just the way your m other likes it," said Diana, and when she released Marge's straining arm, it encircled Randy's body and pulled him closer.
Stan let go of her, too. Marge was hugging Randy mightily as he plunged his hard cock into her lust-ridden old cunt time and again. "God, I love it," she moaned, obviously cumming over and over, again and again. "I can't help it; I just love it!"
"I haven't seen her going like that in years," said Stan. "I might even try a little of that myself when he's done."
"You'd better, if you expect to have a happy household," Diana advised, and got up to release Marge's ankles from the bedstead. She made it just in time for Marge to throw her legs around Randy's vigorously pumping back and pull him to her for a mutual orgasm that had them both straining and groaning in the throes of ecstasy.
The orgasm unlocked the bear hug Marge had on Randy. With a great sigh she sprawled out her arms and legs on the bed, allowing Stan to roll Randy off her and take his place. Stan's big cock had penetrated the portals of his wife's cunt before she realized she'd taken on a new rider.
"Get off me!" she cried. "After what you did to Darla, I never want you to touch me again!"
He shoved it right in her, laughing, as she vainly beat at his back with her fists. He sawed his cock in and out of her cunt with gusto while she ranted and raved and showered him with invective, till once again a change took place in her and she began to fuck back at him with all the vigor she'd displayed with young Randy. He was fucking away at a good, steady pace when Darla sighed and said, "I wish I had one of those. It looks like it's just as much fun to fuck as it is to be fucked."
Marge was whooping like a fox and Diana was grinning broadly as she said to Darla, "I'll get you a dildo and then you can fuck me. Honestly, honey, there's just no end to the fun we can all have together once your mother joins us. She's a beautiful woman. Just what we need to round out our little group. Whoops! Here goes your father.
Watch him!"
His muscular back was rippling with strength now as he held Marge firm on the mattress and drove on to a climax. Her legs were around his hips, urging him on, and his balls could be seen to rhythmically contract now as a heavy load of jism was poured into the bucking, heaving body under him. "Oh, baby, give it all to me," Marge was muttering, as Stan's thick rod gushed again and again in her twat.
He rolled off her with a grin and a sigh. She lay there flattened to the mattress, murmuring, "I've never been this well fucked in my life."
"And you'll stay well fucked once I move in with you," said Diana.
Marge scowled at her. "Over my dead body. You taught my little girl to be a lesbian."
"A bisexual," Diana corrected. 'There's a big difference, a very nice difference. And if Stan will be kind enough to make some room for me, I'll show you what I mean."
They had to hold Marge down for his, but it wasn't difficult now, not after the softening up she'd gotten from that pair of hard pricks. She put up a feeble struggle as Diana got between her widespread legs and centered her black-haired cunt on the red-haired, jism-smeared cunt below her. "Ah-h-h-h," said Diana, making perfect clitoral contact with the weakly protesting woman. She began to ride her like a man, and in spite of her best resolve, Marge began to respond like a woman.
"That's right, fuck back at me! That's right!" Diana exulted, bare buttocks quivering heavily between the black garter straps as she rubbed hard with her clit against Marge's.
"Can't stop! Can't even ... slow down!" Marge panted, as the slick cunt of the woman she'd hated was squelched hard against hers. "Oh! Oh, yes! Cum with me!" she cried, and Diana did just that, till both women were sighing and smiling in each other's arms.
"Get off!" said Darla. "Get off her and let me do it!"
"No, darling," Marge muttered. "It isn't good for you."
"Like heck! If they can do it, so can I. Please, Mom. Please!"
Diana made way for Darla, and Marge sighed and said, "Go ahead, honey. You might as well."
Darla was giggling so much she had a hard time fitting her cunt against Marge's, but soon she had it in place and had found a rhythm that was pleasing to them both. Marge clasped her daughter to her bosom, intending to only make a show of this session of cunt-fucking, just to please her daughter. But before long the vigorous movements of the slender body between her legs brought Marge to orgasm for the umpteenth time that day. She hugged and kissed Darla hard, and succeeded in helping the girl to the same giddy plateau of pleasure on which she so happily rested.
All five lounged on the sex-drenched bed now, exchanging smiles and kisses, caresses and fondlings. Randy and Darla found as much fascination in each other's young bodies as they had in their mother's tits, and the three adults in the group watched with indulgent smiles as the children's explorations went on.
Marge stifled a yawn and said, "It's way past their bedtime. We should really all get some sleep."
"You're not mad any more?" said Stan.
She shook her head. "How could anybody be mad after that? And what good would it do?"
"Think you can learn to live with me as a permanent boarder?" said Diana. "I'll even help with the housework."
Marge took her hand and said, "Stay as long as you like. Just promise me one thing ... don't get bored."
Diana looked from Stan to Darla to Randy to Marge, and she shook her tousled head and said, "There's not a chance of that."
