Normal. A frequently used word, yet a word whose exact meaning is as elusive as the term "perverse". What those two words imply seems to vary from nation to nation, from community to community, from person to person.
Among one African tribe it is considered obscene to expose one's back to others. In many Eskimo communities it is the height of hospitality for a man to offer his wife to a guest.
The Marlowes outwardly appear to be an average American family. Jack Marlowe is a typical-looking father, Claire Marlowe considers herself to be like today's housewife, and Susan Marlowe could pass for anybody's daughter. Yet the three of them behave in ways that many others would consider abnormal-Jack and Claire are devoted wife-swappers, and Susan believes that her parents are virtuous until she finds out the shocking truth about them. But even she is eventually convinced that they are doing nothing wrong.
And who is to say whether they are normal or perverse? A novel of major interest to any who hope to find and define their own standards of correct behavior.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Jack, a handsome man in his late thirties, was thinking as he drove steadily along the highway. His wife, Claire, was sitting beside him and their daughter, Susan, was stretched out on the back seat, her head resting on her rolled-up coat. She appeared to be asleep. Susan was fourteen years old, with the innocent face of a child and the nubile body of a young woman.
"Not much farther," Jack said.
"Good. I'm getting stiff," his wife said.
"So am I," Jack told her, and he laughed. After a moment Claire giggled, then shot a quick, guilty look over the back of the seat.
Susan's eyes were closed, her pretty face framed by flaxen hair.
"She?s sleeping?"
"Yes."
"Why don't you sit a little closer, then?"
"Why, Jack! Whatever do you have in mind?"
"You know damn well."
"Just thinking about visiting the Claymores has got you all worked up, huh?"
"Well, it is going to be fun, don't you think?"
"Ummm. I don't know if it was such a good idea to bring Suzy along, though. I'd hate to have her find out about what we do."
"Oh, she won't find out."
"I suppose not. But she's fourteen now. She isn't really a child any longer."
"So I've noticed. She's a very sexy little girl. Takes after her mother."
Claire smiled, pleased.
"I hope the weekend goes well," she said. "As well as when the Claymores lived in the city."
"Sure it will. Why wouldn't it? Just because they decided to move to a big place in the country doesn't mean they'll have lost interest in sex, and as long as they're as interested as we are, it has to be fun."
"I wonder if Brenda Claymore knows that her mother and father swap?" Claire mused. "The last time I saw her she gave me the strangest smile. Sort of meaningful, you know. And she winked at me!"
"Oh? How old is Brenda?"
"She's about Suzy's age. A year older, I think."
"Well, who knows? Maybe old Sam Claymore is breaking her in, huh?"
"Jack! What a horrid thought! You don't really think he'd do anything with his own daughter?"
"Sam would do anything, I'd wager."
"Well, if Brenda knows anything, I certainly hope she doesn't tell Suzy."
"No doubt they'll be spending most of the weekend together, while Sam and Jessica and you and I are... errrr... occupied, eh?"
"That's all you ever think of!"
"It's all you think of, too, Claire."
"Humm. Well, yes," said Claire.
"Why don't I pull over beside the road for a little while, honey?" Jack suggested.
"Not with Suzy in the car, darling. She might wake up and catch us doing it."
"I suppose so," he said, sounding disappointed.
"I will sit close to you, though," Claire told him, in a suggestive tone. She slid across the seat and rested her head on his shoulder. Like her daughter, Claire had fine blonde hair, long and straight, and a slim, supple body. She glanced in the back seat again and then, satisfied that her daughter was sleeping, playfully blew in her husband's ear.
Jack moaned. "That just makes it worse," he growled. "And we have another hour's drive before we get there."
"Poor Jack."
"Well, hell, honey. It's no fun to have a goddamn hard-on for seventy miles."
"Would it help if I rubbed it, Jack?"
"Maybe... if you did it long enough."
"Like this?"
Jack moaned. "These are my good slacks," he whispered.
"Maybe I'd better take it out, then, huh?"
"Maybe... "
"If Suzy wakes up, she won't be able to see anything, I guess. If I cover you up fast enough... "
"She won't wake up," Jack said, hopefully.
And in the back seat Susan Marlowe opened one big blue eye and listened carefully. She didn't let her parents know that she was wide awake.
The zipper in Jack's fly made a rasping sound when Claire drew it down. When she unbuckled his belt, his slacks gaped open and his prick surged up inside his underwear. She drew the elastic out and the cock popped free. Without touching his cock, she tugged the underwear down, exposing the full length of his shaft and tucking the elastic under his swollen balls, so that all of his cock and balls were revealed. Jack kept both hands on the steering wheel and shifted about on the seat.
Claire ran her fingertips up and down his cock, lightly, teasingly. Then she folded her hand around the thick spike and began jerking it slowly up and down. The big knob expanded, flaring and darkening. She stared down, fascinated by his prick as it reacted to her caress.
"Does that make it feel better, honey?"
"Umm. Lots better."
"Want me to pump you off?"
"Christ, yes!"
Her hand massaged him lovingly. "Ohhh!" she squealed. "It looks so good! I wish we were alone in the car."
She skimmed her clenched fist up and down the throbbing cock and rubbed her thumb against the sensitive vein just below the glans. His organ was thumping and bucking under the manual stimulation. The knob bulged and the cleft gaped open, threatening to spit.
"You better use my handkerchief," Jack rasped, his voice throaty with passion. "I don't want to shoot all over my clothes... "
"It seems such a shame to waste that lovely stuff on a handkerchief," Claire whispered, her own voice as husky as his. Her tongue glided across her lower lip and her eyes narrowed with lust.
"Got any better ideas?"
"Maybe... "
"Like... what... "
"I could put it in my mouth," she whispered. "That way it wouldn't get on your slacks... "
"Want to, baby?"
"I wouldn't mind. You know I?d love to take your cock in my mouth, Jack, honey... "
Jack grunted and his cock surged, fattening to such an extent that her hand no longer spanned the breadth. He was terrifically excited and he wanted to be even more excited before it was over. His voice was heavy with lust as he asked, "Have you ever sucked Sam Claymore's cock, honey?"
Claire hesitated for a moment.
"Would you mind?" she asked.
"It would make me awful hot... " "Yes, I sucked Sam." Claire admitted.
"Ohhh! Really? Or are you just saying it to get me worked up?"
"Really, Jack... "
She pumped his cock lovingly. She had begun to pant, her full breasts thrusting against her blouse. "When?"
"The last time we... swapped... "
"Did you give him a blow job?"
"Um-hum."
"All the way?"
"Oh, yes. He came in my mouth, honey. He came so much I almost drowned. But I swallowed it all... " Jack gasped with explosive lust.
"Did Jessica ever suck you?" Claire asked.
"Yeah. She loves it."
"Is she better than I am?"
"Nobody is better than you, baby... "
"I'm glad, Jack," Claire said, and she slid down, her hip resting on the seat and her lust-contorted face hovering over his upright prick. Jack's hands trembled on the steering wheel and his breath hissed out like steam.
Claire tilted her head from side to side, as if seeking the best angle of approach. She pushed her pink tongue out and the tip fluttered against his bloated knob, poking for a moment and then beginning to lap at his heated flesh. She tongued the tip thoroughly, laving the rubbery cockhead and sweeping her tongue up and down the pulsing vein. When she'd licked up and down the shaft, she placed her lips against the tip, covering the smoking meat with kisses. Her lips parted slowly and, millimeter by millimeter, she slid her mouth down onto his thundering organ.
"Suck it, baby," he gasped.
Her lips compressed around the shaft, collaring his knob in the warmth of her mouth and she began sucking steadily on the flaring head, pulling with her cheeks and lips. Her tongue flashed back and forth against the underside of the knob and her teeth skimmed the drawn-back skin. Then she ran her mouth further down, taking his cock far back into her oral cavity, taking the tip into the entrance of her throat, while her lips slurped on the shaft. Her face began to bob up and down and she arched her tongue, forming a velvet cushion over which his pounding cock could slide.
She held his dick in one hand, at the base, but didn't move her hand, merely held him steady for the ministrations of her mouth. Her other hand cupped his bloated balls, squeezing gently. Her greedy mouth rode up and down the hot tube, sucking as she engulfed him, her cheeks drawing inward.
His cock began to dribble.
As she felt the first preliminary drops run onto her tongue, Claire went mad with lust. She gulped the slimy morsels down avidly, taste buds tingling, and her head rose and fell frantically, like a starving woman devouring some rare fruit, savoring the juices with a compulsive greed.
"Come in my mouth," she gasped, lifting her mouth from him in order to speak but leaving her lips against his cockhead, so that she was speaking directly into his seething flesh.
A heavy flow of cream gushed from his knob and Claire lapped it lovingly up, letting it run back over her tongue, then plunged her mouth onto him again. She forced her head down until she'd taken almost all of his big dick into her mouth, like a sword-swallower, the tip lodged in her throat and her lips pursed in his pubic hair.
Jack jammed his hips upward, spiking her, and his orgasm exploded like a rocket in his loins. The thick flood rushed up his prick and spurted into her mouth. Claire gulped frantically, swallowing his first wad in time to take the second geyser. She wolfed that load down and greedily accepted the third creamy deluge in her throat.
"Ooooh!" she moaned. "Good, so good... "
Jack gasped, almost losing control of the car.
Claire, looking dreamy and contented, lifted her face and smiled at her husband. Her lips glistened with the overflow of his ejaculation and she ran her tongue along them, gathering up the errant drops. Then she tilted her face back down and carefully lapped his softening cock clean, until it sparkled.
"Feel better now?" she asked.
"Ummm. Wonderful."
"I love to do that, honey. Sometimes I think I'd rather suck cock than fuck."
"Any time, baby," he said.
Claire smiled happily and snuggled up against him, feeling content with the hot cream of his loins spreading warmth through her belly.
Susan could hardly believe it, and yet there had been no room for doubt, no possible explanation, other than the truth, for what she'd just heard. She was greatly shocked. Despite her sexy body, the girl was rather naive about such things. She knew, of course, that her mother and father made love-she was, after all, proof of that fact-but it had never occurred to her they might do what she thought of as dirty things. And what could be dirtier than giving a blow job? Why, everyone knew that only whores and tramps did such things! And the other thing, what she'd heard about what they did with the Claymores! That was even worse. Yes, Susan was shocked. And yet she wasn't ready to confront her parents. She was ready to admit that her own ideas had been wrong, rather than to believe her mother and father were perverted.
Susan, although she didn't realize it, was very excited by what she'd overheard.
She was just at the point where her imagination was catching up to her body; the vulnerable and impressionable point of sexual awakening.
Oh! I wish I could have seen her do it! Susan thought her mind ablaze with excitement. Golly! She really took Daddy's dick right in her mouth, I guess. She must have! And she did it until that stuff came out, too!
I wonder what it tastes like?
She knew what it looked like. Several months before, at the beach, she'd been changing in one of the wooden bath houses and had discovered a knothole between hers and the next changing room. She'd noticed the handsome boy who'd gone in there and thought it would be amusing to peek at him while he changed into his street clothes. It wasn't really a sexual urge, merely a playful sort of naughtiness, the tingle of doing something that she shouldn't. She was really quite innocent. Then she bent down and placed her eye against the small opening in the partition and her innocence was shattered. The boy had a hard-on.
His crotch bulged against his wet bathing suit and he stared down at his belly, smiling. Beads of water gleamed on his body. He shook himself, doglike, spraying moisture. Then he felt his cock through his swim trunks, kneading and squeezing, while an idiotic smile spread across his handsome face.
Under this manipulation, his prick grew larger and larger until Susan had to suppress a gasp-the dark-purple knob came sliding up from the elastic band, pressed flat to his belly. The head throbbed. The boy giggled and fingered it. Then, with a grimace, he pushed his trunks down, revealing all of his sexual equipment. His prick swayed before him and his balls were glutted. He pumped his hips in and out, causing his dick to sway and swing, up and down.
Then, in a sudden frenzy, he took a firm hold on the shaft and began masturbating determinedly.
Susan had been shocked and startled. She told herself it was disgusting, but she was fascinated, too, and unable to tear her eye away from the spy hole. Holding her breath and squirming, she watched the boy's gyrations.
He was jerking wildly, as loose-limbed as a puppet, his whole body joining in the self-gratification. He rose up on his tiptoes, thrusting his belly forward. He switched his hips from side to side. His torso trembled and he watched his prick, then threw his head back and stared wild-eyed at the roof. He began to slobber and pant, then to stagger and snort, and suddenly a thick geyser of white cream spurted from his cock and arched across the cubicle, splattering against the wall just below the knothole.
Susan winced involuntarily, but she did not withdraw from her vantage point.
The boy spurted several more times, with the elongated ejaculation of youth, spraying like a fire hose. Then he was spent. Blushing furiously, he wiped his slimy prick on his swim trunks and began dressing. Susan didn't move away until he had put on his trousers. Then she lowered her eyes demurely and told herself he must be a very nasty and depraved boy.
But she had to admit, it had been... interesting.
She'd noticed the boy when they'd both been in the water, and she felt sure he'd noticed her in turn, and wondered if he'd got so worked up because of seeing her in her bikini. That idea, too, was interesting.
Susan had thought about that boy almost every day since that time.
She no longer remembered what he looked like, but she still recalled the details of his cock quite clearly and, remembering, she felt herself grow damp between the thighs and tingle deliriously. That, she knew, was sort of a naughty feeling, but it felt so good that she didn't really care.
It had been the most exciting experience that Susan had had to date.
But not nearly as exciting as now, feigning sleep, while her mother gave her father a blow job.
Susan hoped that they would do it again before the trip was ended.
"Did you come, too?" Jack asked.
"Well, no."
"Don't you need to?"
"It makes me awful hot. But there's nothing you can do about it right now, honey. Not with Suzy in the back seat. I'll just have to bear it."
"I can drive with one hand, you know."
"We'd have an accident, sure as hell."
Jack laughed.
"Honey, would you mind if I just rubbed myself a little?" Claire asked, moving away from her husband.
"Hell, no."
"You wouldn't feel left out of it?"
"After that beautiful blow job? No way."
"Maybe I will, then."
Jack glanced sideways. Smiling sexily, Claire drew one knee up and raised her skirt, turning toward Jack and leaning against the passenger door. She slid one hand inside her sodden panties and began to finger herself with a slow, steady movement.
"Why don't you take your panties off?" he croaked, his eyes shifting back and forth between Claire's crotch and the highway.
"Want to watch, do you?"
The question was rhetorical and Jack didn't reply. Claire hiked her ass from the seat and tugged her bikini panties down, drawing them from one foot and left them around the other ankle. Then she spread her legs wide apart and began masturbating with both hands. She used one hand to rub her swollen clitoris while pushing the fingers of her other hand in and out of her hole.
"Oh, it feels good," she sighed.
"Good as a cock?"
"Don't be silly. But good. For now."
"Ummm. Make yourself come, baby... "
"I always come," she whispered.
Claire began breathing heavily. She was pushing three fingers up her snatch and steadily rubbing her clitoris. Her body began to vibrate. Soft, moist sounds came from her crotch as her fingers pressed up the tight hole and the musky scent of pussy filled the car.
Susan heard those sounds and her nose wrinkled with the rich smell. Her own cunt was soaking wet now, and tingling furiously.
She wished she could see what her mother was doing; that she knew how to do it for herself. She rolled over quietly, facing the back of the car, and pressed her hand to her vulva. Her bloated clit poked against her fingers and she began rubbing it. Electric impulses coursed through her body, spreading outward from her cunt until she was sparking from toes to fingertips.
Susan had never masturbated before, but now she realized that it wasn't something that a girl had to learn, that the action was instinctive. She experimented, moving her hand at different speeds and stroking at different angles, until she found the most effective approach. Her fingers passed across her clit and dipped into her crack. The thrill built up quickly and powerfully.
"I'm coming," Claire gasped. "Ooooh!"
And Susan, too, began to come. She felt her pussy flare open and her crotch turned to a swamp, and the wonderful sensation sped through the nerve impulses of her body until she thought she was going to fall apart at the seams.
At last, it ebbed.
Susan smiled happily. So that was what it felt like. She pressed her legs together and brought her soaking fingers up to her face, sniffing the nectar, wondering, vaguely, if a man's cream smelled the same.
"Oh, that was nice," Claire was saying. "Made me hard all over again," Jack snorted. "Well, we'll be at the Claymores' farm soon, honey."
"Yeah!"
"Now that we've both come once, we ought to be able to bear it until we get there."
"Ummm. Barely." Claire giggled.
And Susan frowned slightly, thinking it was a terrible thing to be an innocent young virgin, without such wonderful expectations in store for her. But she was happy she'd discovered the joys of masturbation, at least. Anything else, she thought, would have to wait until she was grown-up and married. Susan didn't doubt that for a moment, and it never occurred to her she could have sex without a husband. Only whores did that.
CHAPTER TWO
Presently, comfortably weary from her orgasm, Susan did fall into genuine sleep and didn't awaken until they'd pulled up before the Claymores' home. It was a big, rambling farmhouse set in spacious landscaping with a barn off to one side, rustic but hardly to the point of inconvenience. It was deliberately stylized in an old fashion without sacrificing modern conveniences. That was typical of the Claymores. They had excellent taste but liked their comforts. Thus, although there was a woodpile complete with axe and grinding wheel, the house was equipped with central heating.
Although there was a well which functioned, there was also running water. Although kerosene lanterns hung from the porch rafters, electric lights from within cast cones of illumination across the lawn.
Jack reached over the back of the seat and touched Susan on the shoulder. She stirred sleepily and, as he shook' her gently, his hand slipped down onto her pert young breast. For a moment his eyes gleamed. His hand cupped her firm tit, squeezing and rubbing, and a strange expression crossed his face. Then he shot a guilty glance at his wife and drew his hand away. Claire hadn't noticed, to his relief.
Susan sat up, rubbing her eyes.
The front door opened; the Claymores came onto the porch, smiling and waving. Sam was a big man, tanned and fit. He wore a wool shirt, open at the neck, revealing a wedge of hairy, muscular chest, but he still managed to look very sophisticated despite the rustic garb.
Jessica was a redhead, very sexy, with big round tits and wide, supple hips, fine, long legs and a narrow waist. She looked slightly depraved, in an elegant fashion. It was a quality that her daughter, Brenda, had inherited. Although the girl was only fifteen, her body was well-developed and her face was sensual, with high cheekbones and a heavy lower lip.
Brenda stayed on the porch, but her parents walked down to meet the new arrivals. Jessica kissed Jack and Sam patted Claire on the rump and winked. Susan took note of these greetings, in the light of the conversation she'd overheard, and found herself tingling with her strange new awareness.
They went into the house.
Sam made drinks for the adults and Brenda brought Susan a Coke.
"Is it fun, living in the country?" Susan asked.
Brenda wrinkled her nose. "It's sort of boring," she said. "I'm glad you've come to visit, Suzy. All the girls around here do stupid things like square dancing. Ugh."
"How do you like it, away from the pressures of the big city, Sam?" Jack asked, sipping his Scotch.
"Oh, we're getting used to it. But Brenda's right. It is nice to have guests." He smiled meaningfully at Claire Marlowe, and Claire responded by lowering her eyes and crossing her legs.
"Can't get away from all the pressures, eh?" Jack said, grinning.
"No way."
"Have you found any local... friends?"
"Hardly. The people around here don't understand our... way of life."
"They think anyone from the city is perverted," Jessica added, and giggled.
They chatted inconsequentially for a little while, discussing mutual friends and bringing each other up to date on recent events. Although they were relaxed, as old friends are, they all seemed slightly impatient. After a while, Sam said, "I guess you must be tired from the long drive, eh?"
"Ummm. A little," Claire said.
"Shall we turn in early?"
"Oh, we aren't too tired."
Shades of hidden meaning rippled in their voices, and Susan began to tingle again as she looked back and forth between her parents and the Claymores. She still found it hard to believe that they actually did those wicked things together.
"But Suzy is probably exhausted," Claire said, turning to the girl. "I think she should get to bed soon."
"Want to sleep in my room?" Brenda asked. "Sure."
"Don't stay up talking half the night," Jessica said, as the two young girls rose to go upstairs.
"And don't come downstairs again," Sam added. "I mean... go right to bed."
Brenda looked at her father and her lips curled in a most irreverent smile.
"We won't bother you," she said.
She took Susan's hand and led her upstairs.
"They'll leave us alone," Sam remarked, when the girls had left.
"Does Brenda know about us?" Claire asked.
"She's very precocious," Jessica said. "I guess she takes after me."
"She won't tell Suzy, will she?"
"No, I don't think so."
"I'd be terribly embarrassed to have my daughter know about what we do... "
Claire blushed slightly. "Well, some things she mumbled.
"I find it... stimulating... to think that Brenda knows about these things," Sam said.
"Oh, you are wicked," Claire told him. "Sam! Your own daughter!"
Sam shrugged. "She's a sexy little girl," he said.
Claire was shocked, but Jack looked specula?tively at Sam, wondering if there might be a hidden invitation in his friend's statement. Brenda was sexy all right, no doubt about that, and there was something tremendously exciting in the idea of making love to a fifteen-year-old girl, all the more so because it was his friend's daughter. But he couldn't be sure what Sam would think about such an idea. After all, it was his child. And yet... well, Sam had never been known to balk at any depravity. Jack wouldn't put it past him to give his daughter away, or even to take her himself. The thought was slightly shocking, but it was also intriguing, and Jack remembered how his hand had accidentally fallen on Susan's tit and how, accident or not, he had given that juicy mound a squeeze. I wonder, he thought... if the time and place were right-it would have to be just exactly right, of course-I wonder if I would... ? No, I mustn't think such things. - I'm no prude, but incest is another matter. Anyhow, Suzy is an innocent little thing, not at all like Brenda.
And that was true.
For the moment...
"You can't believe how much we've been looking forward to having you here," Jessica was saying.
"Oh, I think we can," said Claire.
"In fact," Jack added, grinning lecherously, "I got so worked up while we were driving here that... "
"Jack!" Claire cried, flushing bright red. "... that Claire had to give me a blow job," Jack finished, looking smug.
"With Susan in the car?"Sam asked. "She was asleep."
"Sam's been randy as a rabbit, too," Jessica said, to help Claire through her embarrassment, knowing that Claire was willing to do anything when she was hot, but sometimes got reluctant to talk about it afterward. "But I wouldn't give him anything all day. I thought we ought to be celibate until you arrived. God knows, it wasn't easy, though."
"Well, we're here now," Jack said.
"You're not too exhausted from the trip?"
Jack shook his head.
"Or the blow job?" Sam asked, leering.
Jack looked at him. "My wife gives a damn fine blow job, doesn't she?" he said, arching his eyebrows.
"This conversation is getting disgusting," Claire said, feigning annoyance. Then she smiled. "It seems such a waste of time to talk about it, when we could just as well be doing it instead... " She looked at the others with lowered lashes, her expression strangely shifting as desire surged through her. "That's the trouble with giving a man a blow job," she added, as if to explain her lust. "It's lots of fun while you're doing it, but if you do it all the way, then the guy is finished and a girl is left all worked up... "
"The best way to really enjoy sucking dick is to have two guys at once," Jessica said. "Then you can have the pleasure of a mouthful of hot cock and still get your pussy reamed."
"Oooh! I'd like to try that, sometime," Claire said, her eyes flashing. "Have you, Jessica?"
"Ummm. Sure. I guess Sam and I have tried everything, at one time or another. But we've had more experience than you two. You'll get around to it all."
Sam stood up, grinning. The front of his trousers bulged outwards. "This talk is getting me hot as hell," he said. "Why don't we all go to bed?"
"I've got a better idea, honey," his wife said. "Instead of swapping in separate rooms, why don't we do it right here, together? Sort of an orgy, I mean. It's more fun when you can see what the other couple is doing, don't you think? Shall we, Claire?"
"I don't mind."
"Hell, yes!" Jack agreed, imagining how hot it would make him to watch his wife getting fucked by another man. Just thinking about it, using his imagination, always made him horny as hell; actually witnessing the act was certain to be tremendously exciting and arousing. The Marlowes were recent converts to wife-swapping, and they had never tried it with anyone but the Claymores, but they had no reservations about it; they both enjoyed it greatly from the very first time, and wanted to experience all the variations.
Standing up beside Sam, Jack began to undress. After a moment, Sam followed suit. Both men fumbled rather awkwardly with the buttons and zippers of their clothing, slightly self-conscious in front of each other as well as the two wives, who watched with interest. They finished disrobing and stood naked, side by side, before the women.
Giggling, the women inspected and compared their husbands. Both were handsome and well-conditioned, the chief difference between their physiques being one of hirsuteness; Sam was matted with dark hair while Jack was relatively smooth-skinned. Both were muscular and lean; both were attractive to the women, whose eyes naturally gravitated down to their loins. Here, too, there was little to choose between the two as far as size was concerned, although their cocks were shaped differently. That was pleasing to the oversexed women, who knew full well that variety was the spice of life.
Neither man had a full erection at the moment, for although both were horny they were a bit inhibited by being judged this way, each hoping he looked as good as his friend, their attention divided between lust and self-centered conceit. Their pricks had fattened and hung before them in downward arching bows. But, even at half mast, they were both evidently well-equipped, as the women knew full well, and the two contrasting cocks gave promise of great size and potency.
Sam's cock was broad and flat, tapering down from a thick, hairy base to an elongated, pointed head; the kind of cock that entered a tight cunt easily, but increased the fucking friction with every passing inch until, at full penetration, the broadest part of his prick was distending the woman's cuntlips to the fullest. It was a prick designed to give clitoral pleasure.
Jack's tool, on the other hand, was suited to vaginal stimulation. The shaft was cylindrical, a fleshy tube which had the same dimensions up its length until, at the tip, the knob spread out in a great purple wedge of throbbing meat. Dark veins twisted and writhed down the ventral surface as if tracing a path to the bloated sac of his balls.
"Which cock do you like best?" Jessica asked Claire with a wicked smile, knowing how embarrassing the question was for Claire and for the husbands.
"Oh... I love them both," answered Claire, diplomatically, shifting her gaze back and forth between the objects in question.
Sam and Jack exchanged wry glances.
Jessica rested her chin on thumb and knuckle, studying the men with mock seriousness.
"I think Jack is a little longer," she said.
"Bitch!" said her husband.
"But Sam is thicker," she added.
"What sort of evil sluts are we married to?" Sam asked Jack, shaking his head.
"Oh, you know their game," Jack said. "They think that by getting us in a competitive mood, we'll give a better performance."
"It would serve them right if we made them suck us off and refused to fuck them."
"Damn right. They both got big, sloppy cunts, anyhow. A man can't get friction in those swamps."
"Oh, you swine!" Jessica cried.
Sam and Jack grinned and gloated, happy to have put the shoe on the other foot. The last shreds of inhibition wafted away, and their cocks began to rise upward in a series of jolts, hardening and extending and growing fatter, throbbing in unison. In moments both men were fully erect, their pricks thrusting up before their bellies. The wives watched, wide-eyed, all desire to tease and embarrass gone now, as lust engulfed them.
"Get your clothes off," Sam commanded.
Jessica hastened to comply. Claire hesitated for a second, then did the same. Their garments joined their husband's discarded clothing on the floor, and they stood side by side, naked.
Their charms, although of a different sort, complemented each other. Claire was lean and tanned. Her belly was flat, her breasts pear-shaped, her legs long and lithe and her pubic mound a neat wedge of wispy golden curls. Jessica was larger and softer, white-fleshed and marvelously curved. Her tits were huge, matched globes capped by taut nipples as large as half-dollars. Her narrow waist emphasized the wide spread of her womanly hips and the gentle outward thrust of her belly. Her legs were meaty, but firm, and her pubic mound was a wide triangle of flaming red hair, a burning bush which stretched outward to her hipbones and upward nearly to her navel.
Jessica switched her hips and smiled.
Jack moved toward her. He took her hand and led her to the couch. They sat down side by side. Claire looked at Sam, waiting obediently for his directions. When he motioned, she moved toward him slowly, as if hypnotized by his command; like a bird that has looked into the eye of the snake and waits helplessly for the serpent's strike. And his serpent was ready to strike, the great tip of his cock swaying like a hooded cobra.
Sam put his arm around her slender waist and drew her to the nearest chair. He pushed her gently down into it and stood before her, his feet widespread on the floor and his hips thrust forward, his cock at eye level.
Claire stared, enraptured, at his cock. Her tongue flicked across her lower lip and her eyes glazed with desire.
"Touch it," he rasped.
Her hand rose and wrapped around the fat shaft. "Pump it."
She moved her fist up and down. "Use both hands."
Claire cupped his swollen balls in one hand and stroked his cock with the other. The cleft parted in his cockhead and a drop of semen squeezed out, running sluggishly down the glans and welling up against her forefinger.
"Ooooh," she sighed.
"Lick it, baby. Lick my knob."
Claire's head bobbed forward and she ran her tongue up his flaring dick, pushing the pink tip of her tongue into the gaping cleft and lapping the rubbery meat.
Another thick, creamy drop emerged.
The overheated woman licked it up, savoring the saline flavor on her taste buds for a moment, then letting it slide down her throat.
Sam groaned with lust. He glanced toward the couch and raised his eyebrows, wanting to make sure that everything was all right before he went any further. He wasn't sure how Jack would react to this scene.
Jack's eyes were gleaming and his face was coated with perspiration. His face had become a mask of blazing passion.
He nodded once, smiling crookedly, and Sam winked at him before turning back to Jack's lust-crazed wife.
"Put your mouth on it, baby," he urged.
Claire eagerly slipped her lips over his cock and began sucking. Her cheeks hollowed and her lips compressed around the shaft. Her head slid down, slowly, taking Sam's burning tool deeply into her mouth.
Jack was so fascinated by this that he was neglecting Jessica. She reached across his thigh and wrapped her hand around his iron-hard dick. He grunted and squirmed at the sensation, but continued to gaze at his wife as she sucked away on Sam's cock.
Jessica frowned in momentary irritation, then shrugged. She understood the way a man's mind works, and she realized how greatly it must be affecting Jack to watch his wife perform fellatio on another man, especially since this was the first time he'd been a witness; knowing she did it and watching her do it were vastly different things.
Jessica could feel his reaction in his cock, as the broad prick rippled and throbbed in her grasp and it grew to tremendous proportions. Her irritation vanished. She smiled, knowing that she would have to wait for a few minutes but that, by waiting, she would be more satisfied when he fucked her.
Adding fuel to the carnal fire, she leaned over and whispered into Jack's ear.
"Your wife loves to suck cock, doesn't she?"
Jack grunted an affirmative.
"She's sucked Sam before, you know."
"She... told... me... "
"Ummm. It makes you so hot... "
"God yes!"
"Shall we just watch them for a while?"
Jack nodded, his eyes glued on Claire's lips as they slipped up and down Sam's prick.
Jessica grinned. Taking his hand, she drew it to her steaming, soaking crotch and held it there. Jack began to stroke her love-bud with an automatic reaction, stoking the furnace of her loins. Jessica sighed happily then, no longer desperate but willing to let his hand build her slowly and then keep her pussy simmering until the time was ripe. She moved her thumb tenderly up and down the sensitive area just beneath his glans, where the thick veins joined the bloated head. She, too, looked at the chair in which Claire was hungrily eating cock and, gently masturbating one another, they watched their respective spouses perform.
Sam had begun to hump. Corkscrewing his ass, he was pushing his prick into Claire's mouth just as if he were fucking her there. She stopped bobbing her head up and down and let him set the tempo with his thrusts, although she continued to suck steadily, wrapping her moist tongue around his cockhead.
He was flowing freely now, coating her tongue with a layer of oily cream, while his knob flared menacingly, bulging her pulling cheeks.
Suddenly, with a groan, he drew his hot cock from her lips.
Claire whimpered as she was deprived of that succulent morsel. But Sam had been ready to shoot, and he didn't want to end this scene prematurely.
He delayed for a moment, swaying before her, letting his throbbing prick cool down. The great purple tip steamed in the air and a drop of cream fell from the tip and splattered on her lean belly.
When he felt the danger point had passed, Sam knelt in the chair, his knees straddling her thighs, and began rubbing his cock up and down between her tits. Cupping the smooth mounds in his hands, he pressed them together, forming chasm through which his smoking cock could glide, fucking her cleavage with slow, rippling strokes. His knob disappeared on the downstroke, then came pushing upward until it nestled in the hollow of her fluttering throat. Claire moaned, completely abandoned to lust.
Lowering her chin, she began lapping at his knob as it surged up from her cleavage.
Sam stroked faster, his swollen balls jamming against her stomach and his knob rising higher, into her parted, greedy lips.
Then he paused again.
His shaft was vibrating and humming like a taut bowstring. The tip was lathered with froth. Claire lapped that thick foam up hungrily.
"Don't stop," she pleaded. "Fuck my tits and shoot in my mouth, Sam. Let me drink your sweet cream... "
He grinned, delighted at having worked her into such a state of pure lust.
But he didn't want her mouth. Not this time. There was a whole weekend ahead of them and he knew they would run the gamut of depravity, but this first time he wanted to fuck her properly.
He slid from the seat and knelt on the floor. Seizing her lithe hips, he hauled Claire down so that, her ass rested on the edge of the chair and her thighs were spread wide around his hips. His cock thrust up like a monument above her loins, a pillar erected in dedication to the marvels of her sex.
Taking that great stalk firmly in hand, he angled his cock down and pressed the tip against her sodden cunt.
Claire whimpered and shifted her hips, working her hole up and down on his knob. Her cuntlips spread wide, revealing the cum-streaked inner flesh, while her clitoris ballooned and throbbed. She was gasping and sobbing with need. Rich cream poured from her pussy in a veritable torrent, running in thick ribbons down into the crack of her ass.
"Don't... tease... me... " she sobbed.
Sam bared his teeth, feeling the surge of pride that such dominance brought.
"Soon," he said. "Soon."
"Now!"
Chuckling-but the chuckle was strained, for Sam was every bit as hot as Claire- he rubbed his dick up and down her flooded slit, then pushed it in an inch. The sharp tip penetrated easily into the soaking cleft. He pushed the knob in and then paused, while Claire jolted and writhed around the meaty plunger. Only the tip was buried. The bulk of his formidable weapon sprouted from her cunt, steaming, as if it had taken root in her cunt, as if they were linked like Siamese twins in eternal copulation.
"More!" she cried. "Put it all the way in!"
"Greedy girl!"
"Yes, greedy! I want it all! I want my belly filled with that hot meat!"
Sam moved his cockhead in a circular sweep, stirring the knob in her gaping pussy. Her cuntlips sucked on him, trying to draw him deeper, but he resisted that delicious suction.
Sam cupped his hands beneath her tight ass and lifted her hips from the chair. His ass bobbed back, then pushed forward again, jamming his cock against the crack of her ass. The knob nestled against her asshole.
"Shall we try it there?" he croaked.
"Oh! No! I never... it wouldn't fit... I've never had it up the ass... " He pushed gently.
Sam's prick was beautifully designed for worming into tight spaces, the tip tapered sharply to a point. And the knob was well-lubricated from delving shallowly in Claire's pussy. He pushed with steady pressure and her asshole fluttered, resisting for a moment and then relaxing. The tip forged up her rectum.
Claire gasped, her body going stiff for an instant, and then she relaxed. It didn't hurt as much as she'd anticipated. It didn't hurt very much at all, in fact. It felt very, very good, in a strange and unknown way, to have a prick up her taut asshole.
"Yes!" she cried. "Oh, yes! Shove it up my ass, Sam! Ream my asshole with that fat cock!"
Depraved imagination combined with erotic sensations turned Claire into a creature of blind passion.
Sam spread her buttocks apart and she bowed her back, raising her rounded ass upward for his attention. He kept up a steady pressure. Gradually her sphincter muscles accustomed themselves to his penetration and then, suddenly, her asshole opened and his cock glided into her. Her asshole clamped shut behind his glans and she whimpered with the fiery sensation of having a flaring cockhead buried up her ass.
"More! Deeper!" she pleaded, rolling her eyes and jerking her head from side to side, biting her lower lip and jolting her thighs.
Sam pushed deeper into the hot hole. Claire whimpered as the breadth of his cock churned into her and the tip, like a glowing nugget, set her ass ablaze. It hurt more now that the broader area of his shaft was spreading her virginal asshole, but the pain was nothing compared to the pleasure; the pain was submerged in the thrill, adding to her ecstasy rather than detracting from it, giving her a two-fold sensation of rapture.
He managed to get nearly three-quarters of his prick up her asshole before it lodged securely and he could progress no further.
Claire, crazed by passion, wanted even more.
"Deeper, deeper!" she wailed. "I don't care if you split me apart! Give me the whole thing!"
But Sam had self-control.
Satisfied with the three-quarters of depth, he began stroking in and out. Her ass clung to his plunging rod, pulling and resisting, sucking and hauling, and with every stroke the opening grew looser, until finally he was fucking her asshole as easily as he could have fucked her pussy with jolting strokes.
"All the way!" she cried. "Shove that fat prick right up to my throat! Fuck me, Sam! Harder! I want the head to come right out my mouth so I can suck it while you bugger me!"
He lashed her asshole furiously. His hands clamped under her ass and he hauled her down to meet his strokes, pulling her asshole over his cock like a glove.
His hips swung through a low arc as he jammed home, increasing the pendulum swing, until suddenly, getting carried away, he drew back too far and his prick popped out of her ass.
Claire rammed her hips down desperately, seeking to refill the void.
Sam thrust in at the same moment with the same desire. But his steel-hard cock missed her asshole and plunged into her flooded cunt, burying it to the hilt at the first powerful thrust.
Claire stiffened again as the new sensation gripped her. She felt her pussy being stuffed full of cock.
Then they began fucking furiously.
Their loins flew together like pneumatic pumps. They fucked together, sending a spray of cuntjuice from her hole with every pressured piston-stroke.
Groaning, Sam drew out of her twat and slipped his greasy dick up her asshole once more.
He began alternating strokes, shoving up her asshole on one thrust and up her pussy on the next, never faltering for an instant at either lubricated passage.
Claire lifted and lowered her hips, matching her movements to his. She felt as if her loins were melting; as if the partition between her cunt and her asshole had begun to turn to flowing wax. She didn't know which penetration felt better. He continued to exchange holes for a long time, and then, as his ejaculation loomed, he fell upon her and concentrated on her cunt.
Claire threw her legs up and wrapped her lean thighs around his flanks and fucked with him, frantically matching his tempo. Her heels drummed on his ass and she clawed savagely at his shoulders. She felt his cock swell up, threatening to explode within her cunt, spreading her sodden cunt.
Sam howled like a wolf.
His jets of sperm burst and the thick sap poured up his shaft and sprayed from the knob under tremendous pressure, hosing the depths of her womb with spurt after spurt of boiling cream.
Claire's climax tore through her loins in rippling waves, an electric current that jolted her cunt and filled that seething, sperm-washed hole with the juice of ecstasy.
Sam collapsed over her, his head on her breasts. His body twitched and jerked as if his bones were falling apart. Claire continued to fuck beneath him, working out the spasms of her bliss, until she, too, was hollow with release.
Claire, staring at the ceiling past his twitching shoulder, smiled contentedly.
Her asshole burned with the memory of that delightful stuffing, and her pussy closed around his cock as, still within her, it began to diminish. She was so deliriously happy that she couldn't even remember who she was, let alone who Sam was or where they both were, or that her husband had been watching the whole scene. She'd forgotten about Jack completely, with her mind seared by the skyrockets of climax.
But Jack was still watching...
Jack had never been so excited in his life.
At first, when Sam had started to push his cock up Claire's asshole, Jack hadn't believed it possible. It was a thing which he had never tried. And then, when he realized that his wife was actually getting cock up the ass, he'd burst into an inferno of lust. The very fact that another man was taking her in a way that he never had ignited an inferno in his mind.
He'd begun clawing furiously at Jessica's flooded cunt, and she'd responded by pumping his cock firmly up and down until it loomed so vast that her hand couldn't close around it.
Realizing he was close to the point of no return, Jessica twisted around and mounted him, kneeling on the couch and pushing her wet pussy down onto the towering pillar of his prick.
Jack groaned with the pleasure of having his burning cock soothed by her flooded sheath, and he responded by pushing up to meet her descending pussy. Her meaty ass flew up and down and twisted from side to side, combining torque and vertical friction into one wild sensation which was too great to endure.
Jack continued to watch his wife as he met Jessica's demanding strokes, until he saw Sam fill her with his burning lava and saw them collapse into a twitching heap, and then he concentrated totally on his own inspired lust and lifted Jessica completely into the air as he fucked his cock up her wet hole.
Jack came like a geyser.
His sperm load surged up so powerfully that, for an instant, Jessica hung suspended on the deluge, half-expecting to be lifted bodily on the torrent and sent crashing against the ceiling. Jack was so unbearably hot that every bit of his fluid lust came boiling out in the first tremendous spurt and his balls seemed to deflate under the pressure. Jessica felt her womb swimming with his cream, and the dam burst within her to let her own arousal flood forth and mingle with his in a flood of ecstasy.
She sank onto him, speared on his drained but still-hard prick and, trembling, they echoed the twitching after-effects of Sam and Claire.
Only then did Jack finally close his eyes.
The image of Sam and his wife continued to register in his brain, carved indelibly in his mind's eye by the terrible-wonderful thrill of what he had seen.
God, he thought, what thrills we've been missing by going to separate rooms.
Watching is the most fun of all.
And he smiled happily, not knowing that he wasn't the only one who'd been observing that scene...
CHAPTER THREE
No sooner had Brenda closed the bedroom door behind them than she turned to Susan with a smug and knowing look coupled with an amused smirk. That look made the younger girl feel uneasy and, refusing to meet Brenda's gaze, looked instead around the bedroom.
"Oh, what a lovely room," Susan said, wanting to make idle conversation.
But Brenda was not to be put off.
"You know what they're doing, don't you?" she asked, with a twisted grin.
"Who?" Susan asked, blushing, not knowing whether she should feign innocence or not, not sure if it was better to act stupid or to admit she had an idea why their parents were such good friends.
"Our mothers and fathers, of course," Brenda said impatiently. "Do you know what they get up to?"
"Well... I... I did hear them talking about... errr... you know... "
"Swapping partners?"
"I guess so."
"It's true." Susan blushed.
"I'm glad you knew about it. I wasn't sure if I ought to tell you."
"How... how did you find out? Did you overhear your mother and father talking, too?"
Brenda grinned. "Naw. I watched them," she said.
"Watched them? Really!"
"Sure. When we lived in the city. They thought I was asleep, but I had an idea what they were up to so I sneaked out in the hall and saw them going to different bedrooms, you know, your dad and my mom and vice versa. Boy! It got me all excited."
"Maybe... maybe they didn't really do any?thing.
"Don't be silly."
"Well, you can't be sure. I mean... maybe they just thought about it, then changed their minds... "
Brenda moved closer, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "I said I watched them."
"But... you mean...?"
"Yeah," Brenda said, nodding happily. "The spare room is next to Mom's bedroom and the door is never locked between them, so I sneaked in there and pushed it open a crack. I saw your dad screw my mom. Boy, has your dad got a big cock!"
"Brenda! How could you spy on them?"
Brenda was unabashed by such criticism. "Oh, I sneak in there all the time. I watch my mom and dad fuck two or three times a week. That was the only time I ever saw them get at it with another couple, though. It was fun."
Susan was blushing, but she was also intrigued. "Gee. Do you think they'll do it tonight?" she asked.
"Sure. That's why they sent us to bed. Why did you think they came up for the weekend?"
"Golly."
"What? Does it shock you?"
"Well... "
"Don't be a prude, Suzy. Why should we be shocked because our parents are hip enough to have fun?"
"I guess," the innocent girl said dubiously.
Brenda went over and sat on the bed.
Susan felt conspicuous standing there, feeling as if Brenda were studying her. She was still blushing and, aware of it, blushed all the deeper.
"You a virgin?" Brenda asked matter-of-factly.
"Well, sure. I mean, of course."
"Why, of course?"
"Gee, I'm only fourteen."
"Boy, are you missing out on life," said Brenda, with a superior and tolerant air.
"Brenda! Aren't you... a virgin?"
"No way. I lost my cherry when I was twelve. Johnny Miller fucked me behind the high school."
Susan stared at her as if Brenda had suddenly been transformed into an alien life form.
"Is it... fun?" she asked, her curiosity overriding her disapproval.
"Wow! It's great. It gets better all the time. With practice, you know? Johnny wasn't so hot... pretty good, but not too good... but Tommy Eagen and Ralph Sands are really good at it."
"You let them all... have you?" Susan gasped, shocked yet more interested than ever.
"Sure. That's why I was so popular at school, before we moved out here."
"But, golly... aren't you worried that you'll get a bad reputation?"
Brenda snorted. "Boy, are you dumb! That's the whole idea. Once the guys know a girl puts out, then they all want to date her. Like I said, that's why I was so popular."
Stunned, Susan sat down beside Brenda. "What's it... feel like?" she asked, coloring all over again at her own audacity.
"Nice. Real nice. All tingly and warm and... well, you know how it feels when you play with yourself?"
Susan gulped and lowered her eyes.
"Well? Don't tell me you never even rubbed your own pussy, for heaven's sake?"
Susan decided it was better to be naughty than naive. She nodded, then added, "Well, once. I only found out how to do it today, really."
"Holy shit! It's a good thing you're here, Suzy. I can show you lots of fun things to do. If you want."
Susan didn't reply.
"We'll have a good time this weekend," Brenda said.
"Well, we'll see... "
"Say! Want to sneak out in the hall and see what our folks are doing?"
"Oh, we mustn't!"
"Why not?"
"It's just not right."
Brenda shrugged, looking petulant. "Well, suit yourself. I'm gonna have a look."
Brenda rose and moved to the door. Susan noticed that her pert little ass seemed to swing seductively. Brenda paused, one hand on the doorknob, and glanced back.
"Sure you don't wanna look?" she asked.
Susan bit her lip.
Susan wanted very much to look.
If she'd been alone, she never would have dared to, but since Brenda intended to anyway...
"Well, just for a minute," Susan said and, rising, she followed Brenda into the dimly lighted hallway.
Brenda held a forefinger to her lips. "Be quiet," she cautioned.
"Don't worry about that. Boy! I'd sure hate to get caught spying."
"I'm not worried about getting caught, but if they know we're wise to them, they might be more careful in the future."
The two young girls moved down the hall and Susan hung back while Brenda peered around the corner of the wall, where the banister was joined.
After a second, Susan heard Brenda's breath hiss. Brenda looked back, grinning widely. "They sure didn't waste any time," she whispered.
Overcome with intriguing curiosity, Susan moved to the corner and poked her head around.
She looked down into the room below and barely managed to stifle her outcry in her throat as the astounding scene blasted her vision.
Susan had looked over the banister at the exact instant that Sam Claymore stuck his big cock into her mother's willing mouth...
The two young girls watched the whole scene unfold. Brenda knelt on the floor and Susan leaned over above her and they watched their parents suck and fuck. Susan was appalled at first, but soon she found herself growing increasingly excited-more excited than she'd been earlier, in the car, when only her hearing had been stimulated and more than she'd been when she'd watched the boy masturbate in the bath house. Soon she was quivering and vibrating powerfully.
Brenda, for her part, went through no such changes. She was a hot little cunt, constantly simmering and ready to burst into full flowered flame. Kneeling there, she squirmed and writhed as she watched, growing so excited that Susan, leaning above her, became aware of the musky sweetness of her cunt as it began to steam.
"Ooooh, look at them," Brenda squealed, switching her pert little ass about like a bitch in heat.
Susan needed no such suggestion, for her interest, too, was captivated by the scene before them.
Then, finally-and it seemed all too soon to the fascinated girls-the two couples below had completed their couplings. Brenda crawled back?ward and rose to her feet. She grinned at Susan, but her eyes flashed with a different emotion. They moved quietly back down the hall and into Brenda's room, closing the door softly behind them.
"Wow! My dad really put it to your mother, huh?" Brenda asked. "Up the ass and all. Golly. It sure made me hot. How about you?"
"I... guess so."
"Too bad we don't have a man here, huh?"
Susan started to say that she had no intention of losing her virginity, but no sooner had the words formed in her mind than she began to question them. The moral code which she had always understood as certain truth no longer seemed absolutely valid. Her doubts arose from twofold illumination: the knowledge that her parents indulged in sexual acts with other couples and, what was even more enlightening, if less stimulating, the fact that a girl like Brenda, whom Susan had always thought was a nice girl, admitted to not being a virgin. That struck at the very roots and foundations of Susan's morality, for she'd always assumed that a girl who slept with men could be spotted instantly for what she was in some strange, intangible fashion, some scarlet letter stamped indelibly on her breasts, perhaps.
Now she saw that her ideas had been absurd. Brenda looked no different for having lost her maidenhead; her mother looked no different from having fucked Sam Claymore. Susan began to wonder if she really was missing out on one of the great pleasures of life and youth and feeling rather deprived and foolishly naive. She wondered if, sometime in the future, when it was too late to rectify the situation, she might not regret having passed up the opportunities which Brenda proposed. But she wasn't sure. It was, after all, a very serious and important decision.
Her indecision was visible on her face and Brenda interpreted it correctly.
"Suppose we did have a man, or a boy, here with us, Suzy," she said, eyeing her friend condescendingly. "Would you let him fuck you tonight?"
"I don't know."
"You are hot, though, aren't you?"
"Oh yes!"
"If we had a guy, I'd rape him, myself."
"You sure are shameless."
Brenda laughed, taking that as a compliment. "Yeah, and I'll bet you'd watch, too," she said.
Susan, having already spied on her parents, could hardly deny that.
"And after you saw how much fun I had, I'll bet you simply couldn't pass up the chance."
"I don't know, I really don't," Susan said, tingling with the thought, feeling deliciously wanton.
"If you want to try it, I can get a boy for you while you're here," Brenda said, trying to sound casual.
"I thought you didn't know anyone here in the country?" Susan said. "You said it was boring... "
"Oh, it's more boring than in town, but a girl can always find a guy. Anywhere. In fact, there's a boy who does the stables and lawns for us. Sort of a yokel, but not bad-looking. I let him fuck me twice."
Susan blinked.
"He'll fuck you, too, if you like."
"But... wouldn't you be jealous? If I wanted him to, I mean?"
"Of course not, silly. I don't love him or anything. Even if I did... well, you know, I guess our parents love each other and all, but that doesn't stop them from having lots of fun. When I get married, I want a husband who thinks the same way."
That brought a new question to Susan's mind. "Doesn't a guy mind marrying a girl when she isn't a virgin?" she asked.
Brenda stared at her, genuinely surprised, then burst out laughing. "If a girl is a virgin, she'll never even meet a guy, let alone get married," she said.
And all those moral foundations trembled in the earthquake of such knowledge...
Brenda began to undress for bed. Susan did the same. Brenda went over and locked the door, which seemed a strange thing to do, but Susan didn't ask her why she felt the need to do it.
"I always sleep naked," Brenda said. "Do you?"
"Well, I did bring a nightgown," Susan said. "But I left my suitcase downstairs and I guess I better not go down to get it."
"Naked it is, then," Brenda said. "Anyway, it's more comfortable that way. Sexier," she added, giggling. "It's always sexier to sleep with someone, even if it is only another girl."
Brenda turned the overhead light out and then snapped on a dim bulb on the nightstand. She jumped in bed and held the covers back for Susan. Susan got in on the other side, away from the light. She lay on her back. Brenda was on her side, facing Susan. Neither girl spoke for a few minutes nor Susan was aware of a sudden and strange sort of tension which had suddenly sprung up between them.
Brenda said, "I sure do wish we had a man here, don't you? I got so excited watching our folks fucking that I'm too hot to sleep."
"I'm not really sleepy, either," Susan said.
"I guess I'll just have to finger myself off," Brenda said matter-of-factly.
Susan blushed. "You want me to go into the bathroom or something, until you're finished?" she asked.
"Whatever for?"
"I thought you might be... embarrassed, doing it with me right here in bed."
"How silly. It makes it more exciting, sort of."
Susan realized that the idea was exciting-that she was tremendously stimulated by the thought of lying beside Brenda while the girl masturbated-but she had no idea why it should be so. After all, they were both girls...
She lay staring at the ceiling and, after a few moments, she heard Brenda begin to breathe harder. The bed was moving gently.
"Umrnm," Brenda murmured.
Susan felt a terrible compulsion to turn her head, to look at her bedmate. The idea embarrassed her and yet, somehow, she sensed that Brenda wouldn't mind; that, in fact, Brenda wanted her to look.
"Oh, that feels nice," Brenda whispered.
"Does it?" Susan said, staring at the ceiling.
"Ummm. Why don't you finger your cunt, too, Suzy? Don't you feel like it?"
"I'm embarrassed to."
"It might be fun, doing it at the same time."
"It seems sort of... dirty... "
"Ummm. That's why it's fun. Dirty things are always lots of fun."
Susan kept her hands clenched at her sides, but her body was making demands. Her nipples had stiffened and her pussy was damp. She fought against the urge. Brenda began to pant. Finally, unable to resist, Susan turned her face toward her girl friend.
Brenda was watching her, and she smiled when Susan turned to face her. Brenda was on her side, one knee slightly raised and one hand pressed against her vulva. Her hips moved slowly, grinding her pelvis against her hand rather than rubbing herself.
Susan couldn't resist the urge to look down, to stare at her friend's pussy. Brenda, like her mother, had a large, flaming bush, her pubic mound much hairier than most girls her age. Her body was supple and nubile. It was, Susan thought, a very sex body, and she wondered why she should think of such a descriptive term.
"Ohhh, you're looking at my cunt," Brenda whispered. "I've got a nice twat, haven't I?"
Susan nodded, dazed by unknown sensations.
Brenda thrust her belly forward, affording Susan a view of her crotch. Her cunt was parted, the pink lips furled back, exposing a creamy slit. She moved her caressing hand away, so that Susan could have a look.
"I'll bet you have a nice cunt, too," the older girl said. "Let me see it, okay?"
Susan's legs seemed to part instinctively, without conscious effort, and Brenda rose on her elbow, staring down at Susan's vulva. She caught her breath.
"Oh, yes!" she said. "You have a pretty pussy." Susan began to tremble.
"I've got an idea," Brenda said, as if it had just occurred to her. "Why don't we play with each other?"
Susan wasn't startled by the suggestion; she had begun to expect it.
"Shall we? That will feel lots better than just touching ourselves," Brenda coaxed.
"It's... awful naughty... isn't it?"
"Who knows?" Brenda said with a shrug. "Who cares? I'll rub you off if you'll rub me off. I mean, it won't be as good as if we had a man here, but it will be better than nothing."
"I guess it wouldn't really be too wicked," Susan said, rationalizing desperately. "Not really much worse than masturbating, huh?"
"Yeah, that's right. But better."
"Have you ever... done that with a girl?"
"Well, no, not really. But I've read books about Lesbians and things, and they seem to like it and I'd love to know what it feels like."
"Well... all right," Susan agreed.
Brenda sighed. "I hoped you'd want to," she said. "Even before we watched our parents, I mean. When I found out you'd be staying here this weekend. I never had a chance to try it before. But if we like it, there are lots of nice things we can do for each other."
"What things?" Susan asked, frightened by her own willingness.
"Oh... things I read about. You'll see... " Susan closed her eyes, feeling very wicked and depraved and very helpless. She jumped slightly when Brenda touched the inside of her thigh. Brenda's fingertips ran up and down, brushing lightly.
"Does it tickle?" she asked, when Susan's thigh muscles began to flutter.
"N... no. It feels... funny... "
"Nice?"
Susan let her legs part further.
Brenda's hand moved up, inch by inch, while Susan kept her eyes closed and bit her lip. Then Brenda's fingertips brushed against her cuntlips and she gasped. Brenda was breathing hard. Her expert fingers brushed up and down Susan's wet crack a few times, then she began rubbing the younger girl's swollen clitoris, gently massaging it between thumb and forefinger.
Susan sighed with pleasure, all her reluctance melted away by the wonderful pleasure of that touch. It felt much better than when she'd done it for herself.
Brenda's hand drew back.
"Why did you stop?" Susan asked, opening her eyes.
"You've got to do me, too."
"Ooooh, yes! I want to!"
Rolling onto her hip, Susan slid her hand between Brenda's slick thighs. The girl's cunt was so hot it burned her fingers. She began stroking and rubbing, trying to caress Brenda in the same way Brenda had done her.
"Is that right?" she asked, her voice quavering.
"Beautiful," Brenda said.
Brenda's hand returned to Susan's steaming pussy, and the two young girls stroked each other gently, until they were both panting heavily. Susan closed her eyes again. Suddenly she realized that Brenda was sucking on her stiff nipple. She looked down, surprised for an instant, and then her eyes narrowed as she felt the wonderful thrill of the girl's sucking lips.
"Is that one of the things you read about?" she asked, arching her slender back and willingly offering her tits to Brenda's eager mouth.
"Ummm," Brenda sighed, the sound muffled against Susan's plump mound.
"I'll... do that for you, too," Susan offered.
Brenda smiled and fell onto her back immediate?ly. Susan leaned over her and started licking at her taut tits, then she closed her lips around the fleshy bud and sucked avidly.
Brenda purred like a cat and cradled Susan's head in her hands, holding her to the task and squirming beneath her. She threw her hip up and clamped her thighs around Susan's, wiggling and rubbing her soaking pussy up and down. Susan responded by tightening her legs around Brenda's, and they squirmed together, cunt to thigh, leaving an oily trail as their creamy gashes slipped up and down. A delicious, lingering thrill pulsed through them. They felt no urgency, no need for haste, no desperate need to end this pleasure, just a wonderful sensation which they wanted to last as long as possible. They moved slowly, taking turns sucking each other's nipples and changing positions from time to time in order to experiment with new approaches and angles.
"Let's rub our cunts together," Brenda suggested. She swiveled around and threw one leg across Susan's belly. Their thighs brushed together and they squirmed until they were fitted like interlocking pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, with their crotches pressed together. The flooded pussys flowed together and their tingling clits brushed over one another with electric tingles.
Susan threw her head back on the pillow and arched, working her lithe loins rhythmically. She closed her eyes again. When Brenda drew away, Susan remained in that position, on her back with her hips upraised and her legs parted, waiting for the other girl to make a new approach.
The bed swayed as Brenda changed position.
Then Susan gasped as she felt two stiff fingers glide slowly up her cunt. She looked down the arched plane of her body and saw that Brenda was kneeling between her thighs. Brenda was studiously watching while she shoved her forefinger and middle finger in and out of Susan's steaming gash. Her fingers pushed in to the knuckles, then drew slowly out while Susan's tight sheath pulled at them.
"Such a pretty cunt," Brenda whispered. "I love to play with it... " Susan smiled happily.
"I'll bet it tastes good... " Brenda murmured.
Brenda glanced up at Susan's face with a speculative expression, one eyebrow raised.
Susan gulped. "You... wouldn't... really... do that, would you?" the girl asked, trembling.
Brenda's gaze was level. "If you wanted me to," she said.
"Oh, golly!"
"I'd lick it for you, Suzy... "
The idea drove spikes of fiery lust through Susan's mind and body, lancing her with a sensation so powerful that it was almost agony.
"I... I wouldn't do it," Susan stammered.
"You don't have to. Do you want me to?"
"I don't... I... oh, yes! Oh, Brenda! Yes! Lick my pussy for me!"
Brenda smiled and her eyes gleamed.
She leaned closer and spread Susan's cuntlips open with her fingertips, exposing the succulent inner flesh. She licked her lips. Her tongue darted out, fluttering, but fell inches short of contact.
Susan gaped at her, hardly able to believe the girl would do a thing like this. She wanted it, but she was afraid that Brenda would back out at the last moment, or was merely teasing her to begin with. Brenda's face had a strange, taunting expression and she kept looking up at Susan, then dropping her gaze to the girl's cunt again, as if she were undecided.
Then, with a little whimper, Brenda lowered her face the final inches and ran her hot tongue up Susan's streaming cunt. Her tongue curled up the cunt and coiled around the stiff clit. Susan gasped and trembled. Brenda paused, after that first lick, as if she were trying to decide whether she liked it. Her brow wrinkled in concentration and she rolled her eyes. Then, slowly, she smiled.
"It's good!" she said. She licked her lips. "Gee, it's real good," she repeated.
"Is... is that all... I mean...?" Susan stumbled over the words, thinking that that solitary tongue-sweep might be the extent of it.
"Silly!" Brenda said, giggling.
"It felt nice," Susan told her.
"I'll lick your cunt as long as you want, don't worry."
"Ooooh!"
"You can come in my mouth, if you want."
Susan threw her knees as far apart as she could and hiked her ass upward. Her pussy rose up, lips fluttering.
Brenda giggled again, delighted with her own depravity, and took another long lap at the pink crevice. Tilting her face from side to side, she ran her tongue upward slowly and steadily. She lapped at the lips and then, pushing deeper, at the soft, clamping pads of the inner hole. Susan squirmed and whimpered, jamming her hips down, and Brenda began pushing her tongue in and out, in a fucking motion, delving as deeply as she could reach.
"Ooooh! Pussy is... delicious!" she squealed. "I never knew it would taste so good!"
"What... what does it taste like?" Susan asked, overwhelmed by curiosity.
"Like... well... why don't you see for your?self?"
"Oh, I couldn't!"
"Oh?" Brenda said. She took another tongue-swipe, then pushed her middle finger up the drenched slot and turned it about. She drew it out, slippery with cuntjuice. She held her hand up to Susan's face.
"Taste yourself, honey," she coaxed.
"Oh, no!"
Susan turned her face to the side and then, immediately, turned back again. Brenda's slimy finger brushed against her lips. Blushing furiously, but unable to resist the urge, Susan licked Brenda's fingertip. The sweet, musky flavor delighted her. Her lips parted and she slipped them over Brenda's finger and sucked, tasting her own cunt cream.
"Oh! It is good!" she cried.
Brenda looked at her for a moment, specula?tively. Then she said, "I'm going to turn around, so you can finger me while I eat you. Okay? You don't have to lick me if you don't want to."
"Okay," Susan said quickly, impatient to have that fiery tongue return to her steaming cunt.
Brenda swiveled around and lay down in the reverse position. Susan turned onto her side and raised her knee. Brenda immediately buried her head between the girl's legs and began eating her cunt hungrily. As she gained in experience, she began using more than just her tongue. She fitted her lips to Susan's pussy and sucked greedily, while her tongue slipped up and down the soaking channel.
Susan, began rubbing Brenda's twat.
Brenda thrust her hips forward, closer.
Her gaping cunt rippled and pulsed and Susan found her gaze fixed upon it, pinned to it.
Susan realized that she wanted to suck that burning cunt. I mustn't, she told herself. That would be too, too terrible. I'd never forgive myself if I did... Oh, but it looks so good...
She tilted her wrist and pushed her finger up the oily hole, finger fucking her with one hand while rubbing the lips with the other. Drawing her hand back then, she brought her finger to her lips. She couldn't keep that creamy digit away from her hungry mouth, try as she would. Telling herself that licking Brenda's cream from her finger wasn't nearly as wicked as actually eating it from her pussy, she sucked the sweet cream from her hand. And the flavor of Brenda's cunt caused the girl to ache with hunger.
"Oh! Oh dear!" she cried.
And then she thrust her head forward and began devouring Brenda's flaming pussy voraciously.
Sixty-nining frantically, the two young girls tossed and turned upon the bed. First one was on top and then the other; then they were side by side; then they were tottering on the edge of the bed. But no matter how furiously they lashed about, neither girl for a moment lost oral contact. Gyrating and squirming like contortionists, they continued to lap and suck with rare frenzy.
They were soaked with cuntjuice as their pussies creamed again and again. Susan's tongue flew over Brenda's crotch, gathering up the thick cream as it pulsed out from the burning crack, and Brenda had her lips clamped around Susan's hole, sucking the juice out with steady slurps. Their faces were soaked with silvery fluid, their fat tits gleamed with creamy ribbons, their hair was matted with juice. Climax after climax ripped through their nubile loins, each one more powerful than the one before, until finally, simultaneously, both girls reached the absolute height of all sensation and melted together, like wax figurines before a blazing fire, glued to one another by the paste of their orgasms.
Finally, they lay still.
After a while, Brenda said, "That was nice. Tomorrow we can do other things, if you want."
"Okay," Susan murmured sleepily. "Want to sleep this way?"
"Ummm."
And so they did, mouth to cunt, snug and sound.
CHAPTER FOUR
Susan slept soundly and comfortably, exhausted by the long drive of the day before and spent by the expenditure of energy which sexual fulfillment entailed. She awoke with the first rays of sunlight in the morning, drifting slowly up from a dream in which she was eating oysters. Even as the dream faded away, the girl thought it rather strange for, although fond of oysters, she'd never dreamed of them before. She couldn't remember where she was, at first, or what strange, warm pillow cushioned her head.
She opened one eye.
She blinked.
Why, it looked like a leg, she thought, knowing how absurd that was.
She drew her head back slightly, staring sleepily before her and expecting the mystery to be cleared up by discovering that the pillows or sheets had got twisted somehow, but the girl was surprised to find it looked even more like a leg and, even more incredibly, the leg seemed to terminate at a crotch.
Susan frowned, perplexed.
The only thing she could imagine was that somehow she had got coiled around in the night, tossing in her dreams, so that her head was resting against her own leg. But that hardly seemed likely. Furthermore, as her sleepy haze drifted away, she realized that the crotch before her face didn't resemble her own pussy. The hair, for one thing, was the wrong color.
That thick bush was flaming-red.
As red as her friend, Brenda, for instance.
Then she remembered...
Oh dear, thought Susan. We were awful naughty last night Whatever possessed me to do such terrible things? I guess it was because I got so hot watching Mom and Dad with the Claymores, but golly! How can I ever face Brenda this morning? She thought about that, and was rather pleasantly surprised to find that she wasn't really too ashamed or guilt-ridden. After all, Brenda was just as much to blame as I was. More, really. So I don't have to feel any worse than she does, and somehow I can't see Brenda feeling guilty.
That made her feel much better.
Gazing at Brenda's cunt, she giggled, realizing why she'd- been dreaming about oysters. It did taste like oysters, sort of, better even.
Remembering how delicious it was, the girl pushed her tongue out and took a tentative lap at Brenda's pussy.
"Ooooh, good morning," Brenda said, stirring.
The sunlight gleamed on her uplifted thigh and turned her bush to golden glory. Susan was delighted to find that her pussy looked even more succulent by daylight than it did by electric light, and she took another slurp at the moist crack.
"Oh, don't!" Brenda squealed.
Susan gulped.
"Are you ashamed of what we did?" she asked.
"Of course not. But let's not start in again this morning. I mean, we just did that last night because we didn't have anything better. We got lots more things we can do today, so I don't want to get all tired out before we even get out of bed."
"Gee, I don't know... "
Brenda drew away and sat up. Susan continued to eye her bushy snatch hungrily.
"I don't know if I want to do anything else," Susan said. "I mean, I'm not sure if I want to lose my cherry or anything. Sucking cunt doesn't seem so terrible, but I. guess that's because I've already tried it and things never seem so wicked once you've done them the first time, you know?"
"Oh, sure," Brenda agreed. "But gosh, Suzy... you don't want to turn into a Lesbian, do you? I mean, eating a pussy is great fun, but if that's all you do, that means you're a dyke."
"Oh dear!" Susan wailed.
"So you really better try it with a man, too, so you don't become a pervert."
Susan saw the truth of that.
She saw that she simply had to let Brenda show her more interesting things and, realizing she had no choice in the matter- that it was simply a case of the lesser evil-she felt much better about it.
"Can I do things without losing my cherry?" she asked.
"Sure. If you got the will power."
"I'll... try."
"We can always gobble each other again, tonight," Brenda promised. "A girl isn't a Lesbian when she only does it because there's nothing else to do."
Susan understood.
But she still found herself gazing greedily at Brenda's cunt, and figured it was going to be a long day. The girls dressed and went downstairs. Their parents were still in bed and Brenda made some coffee which they drank at the kitchen table. Presently they heard rustling noises from upstairs, and they giggled and winked at each other, knowing that their folks were sneaking back to their proper rooms after a night of musical beds. The Claymores came down first, followed a few minutes later by the Marlowes. Everyone looked happy and rather tired.
"Have a good sleep?" Jessica asked.
"Oh, yes," Brenda said. "Did you?"
Jessica looked sharply at her daughter. Sam also looked at the girl, his face speculative and slightly amused. Brenda looked innocent.
"What have you planned for the day?" Jessica asked.
"Oh, I thought I'd show Suzy around the place."
"Will you be back for lunch?" Brenda shrugged. "We don't want to disturb you," she said. Jessica frowned.
"I mean, you folks must have a lot to talk about and all, and you won't want us kids running around the house," Brenda explained sweetly.
"How considerate," said Jessica.
Brenda jumped up. "C'mon, Suzy. I'll show you my pony."
Susan followed her out the kitchen door.
"I wonder how much she knows?" Jessica mused.
"Oh, it would be awful if she'd guessed," Claire said. "Not so bad," said Sam.
"Why, Sam! Your own daughter!"
"I've got an idea that little Brenda is rather sexually precocious," he said, shrugging. "Anyway, it would be hypocritical of me to want my daughter to be chaste."
"Well, I certainly wouldn't want Susan to know."
Sam and Jack exchanged glances. Then Sam walked over to the window and looked out. He saw the two young girls walking down toward the stables. He grinned, watching their nubile asses swing as they moved. They were walking hand in hand, bouncing along. Brenda was wearing white shorts and a tight red jersey. Susan was wearing a cotton dress which flowed loosely around her, making contact only in the most interesting places, shifting and clinging caressingly to her fine young ass. Sam couldn't help but get ideas.
He turned around. "They won't be back for a while," he said. His eyebrows arched and he grinned.
"Don't you ever get enough, Sam?" Claire asked.
"Nope. Do you?"
"Well, no," she admitted.
Sam moved toward her, the front of his trousers beginning to swell. Claire shot a glance at her husband and Jack grinned at her. She shrugged. Moving her chair back from the table, she spread her legs and drew her skirt up. She hadn't bothered to put any underwear on. Sam knelt down between her thighs and hauled his cock out. He pumped it several times and then fitted it to her hairy cunt. Claire thrust her belly up, then down, and his joint slipped easily into her oiled pussy. They began fucking steadily, rocking the chair back against the edge of the table under the corkscrewing power of his lunges.
"Shall we?" Jack asked Jessica.
She smiled wickedly. "Before breakfast?" she asked.
"It will work up an appetite."
"But I'm already starving," she said.
"You'd better eat, then," he said, wondering if he were destined for frustration.
"Yes, I'd better. Let's see... I think I'll have a nice thick bun first, and then maybe some juice... "
Jack gulped.
Jessica knelt down beside his chair. She licked her lips. Jack waited, holding his breath. She opened his fly and reached in, drawing his cock out. As soon as her fingers closed around it, that formidable breakfast fare loomed upward and began to throb. She eyed him hungrily, grinning with evil intent. Then, giggling, she began buttering the head of the cock. Using the butter knife, she carefully spread the smooth yellow paste all over his flaring, purple knob. When the head was well covered, she used her thumb to work the oily substance into the hot flesh.
"It looks tasty," she murmured.
Jack groaned and his cock stood up like a quivering crowbar.
Still the oversexed woman delayed, knowing that proper preparation was essential to a feast.
She spread jam up and down his shaft and worked the jam in with the butter, until his whole cock was streaked with succulent spreads. Only then did she lower her head and begin lapping at his hot meat. Her tongue curled and coiled around the bulging knob, lashed up and down the shaft, fluttered against his bloated scrotum. Then her lips pursed against the tip and slowly parted, taking the flaring wedge into her mouth.
"Mumph-h-h," she said.
Her head began to rise and fall on his stalk, running the knob deeply into her throat while her tongue and pursed lips gathered up the butter and jam. His cock grew fatter with every suck, until it was a great throbbing slab of meat, as hard as rock.
Jack arched his back and snorted.
Jessica's red maned head flew up and down.
Then he cried out in ecstasy and his surging prick filled her greedy mouth with a wash of freshly squeezed juice, completing her breakfast.
Daintily wiping her lips on a napkin, Jessica said, "Oh dear, I've been a negligent hostess, I'm afraid. I shouldn't have eaten before my guests."
"I am hungry," Jack admitted.
Jessica sat on the table and reached for the honeypot. She spread the amber nectar thickly onto her crotch, then leaned back, belly thrusting forward, so that her houseguest could feed on her cunt. Jack buried his face between her slick thighs and began voraciously wolfing down the honey from her steaming pussy. His tongue lashed her wildly and it took only a few moments before Jessica was on the boil and, hot as fresh coffee, her juices were added to the delicacies spread before him.
"Best breakfast I ever had," he said.
"I hope you two saved some for us," said Sam, who by this time had shot his wad up Claire's twat and found that his exertions had left him ravenous.
"Oh, there's always plenty of left-overs," Jessica told him, swiveling on her ass toward him.
Sam fell upon her well-chewed pussy and began gulping down the remains of the feast. He was standing, bent over, his head buried between his wife's thighs and his ass poised in the air, his feet spread wide on the floor. He seemed to be enjoying his meal so much that Claire began to feel slighted. But she had sense enough to realize that this was a self-service affair, and she knelt down behind Sam and began tonguing his balls. Her ass wiggled from side to side like a bitch dog wagging her tail as she savored a bone.
Jack got hungry all over again, and he stretched out belly-down on the floor behind Claire. He began sucking her juicy cunt, completing the chain, tonguing and mouthing her well-fucked cunt with zest.
Linked together in a line, the two couples made a really fine gathering at this savory banquet. The Mariowes were very happy they'd come here for the weekend. There was nothing, they knew, as wholesome as good country fare...
CHAPTER FIVE
"I don't know where that darn Chuck is," Brenda was saying. "He's supposed to start work by nine o'clock on Saturdays."
The two girls were sitting in the hayloft, in a mound of hay, waiting for the boy who worked around the place and who, Brenda promised, could show Susan lots of fun. Brenda was impatient, but Susan was doubtful about the whole thing. She wasn't sure if she really wanted Chuck to show up, if she was really ready for such things.
"Maybe he won't come," she said.
"What a drag! If he doesn't show up, we won't have anything to do all day."
Susan started chewing on a piece of straw.
"Too bad we only have one pony," Brenda said. "We could go for a ride if we had two. You ever ride?"
"No."
"That's lots of fun. Makes you hot, too."
"Really?"
"Oh, sure. I don't know why. Maybe because of the way your pussy rubs the saddle or something. Every time I go riding I get hot."
Brenda grimaced.
"I'm hot now," she said. "Gee, maybe we should have done some pussy sucking before we got up."
Susan glanced at her friend's crotch. Her white shorts were very tight and very brief, drawn into a snug vee at the juncture of her thighs.
"We could now, couldn't we?"
"Oh, let's wait a little while longer. It'll be lots more fun with Chuck. You'll see."
"Well, maybe... " Susan said doubtfully.
"Haven't you ever done anything with a boy?"
"Oh, no. Never."
"Wow! I mean, just little things? Like, you know, did you ever feel a prick?"
"No. I saw one, once."
"Boy, you sure have a lot to learn."
Susan told her about how she'd watched the boy jerking off in the bath house.
"If it had been me, I'd have knocked on the wall and asked him to slip his joint through the knothole," Brenda said. "It's a terrible waste to let a nice-looking boy pull it off."
"I... don't think it would have fit."
"That would've been frustrating. I'd have figured out something, though. Maybe"-a wicked smile came over her face-"maybe I'd have stuck my tongue through the hole, instead... "
"Brenda!"
"Oh, that's lots of fun."
"That's dirty!"
"Huh! Your mother does it."
Susan blushed. "Well, our folks are... you know... grown-ups."
"That makes it okay, huh?"
"I didn't say that. Gee, I don't know... "
"Didn't it look like fun when my dad put it in your mother's mouth?"
"Well, sort of."
"It's nice. Not as good as screwing, maybe. Different. Real fun, though, because it gets a boy so excited."
"Have you done it, Brenda?" Susan asked breathlessly, staring in wonderment at her companion.
"Ummm. A couple times."
"Golly. Did you let them... you know... did they come in your mouth?"
"Sure, That's the point, isn't it?"
"Didn't it taste awful?"
"No, it's delicious. Creamy, like."
Susan was starting to smolder.
"Does it taste like cuntjuice?" she asked, her inhibitions melting in her sexual arousal.
"Sort of. Better, I guess."
Susan considered Brenda's last remark. "If a girl takes it in the mouth, she can still be a virgin, can't she?" she asked. "Well, sure."
"That might not be so bad." Brenda grinned.
Susan blushed at her own thoughts. "Not as bad as really fucking, I meant," she clarified. "Pretty bad, though."
"Want to try it, if Chuck comes?"
"I don't know," Susan wailed. "I don't want to be a bad girl, but I get so excited... "
"The trouble is, sucking cock gets you so hot that you simply got to fuck, afterward."
"Oh, dear."
"Anyway, if a girl just sucks it, she can get a terrible reputation," Brenda explained patiently. "I mean, if a girl sucks and fucks both, then she's just sexy, but if she only sucks, then all the guys think of her as a cocksucker and they never want to kiss her." "I never thought of that."
"Oh, you've got lots to learn. Damn it! I wish Chuck would get here. I can't wait to see how you act when there's some stiff prick around."
"Neither can I!" the tormented little virgin blurted out, wiggling around in the hay.
"Hey! I've got an idea!" Brenda said, opening her eyes wide.
"What?"
"It's sort of naughty... "
"Oh, what is it?"
"You want to give my pony a hand job?"
"Brenda! That's awful!"
Brenda giggled. "It might be fun, though," she said.
She didn't really think that her innocent friend was ready for such a thing, but she didn't realize how hot Susan was becoming. Susan was much hotter than Brenda, simply because the sensation was so new to her.
"Did you ever do that?" she asked.
"Not really. But sometimes when I'm riding him, I wrap my heels under his belly and jiggle his dick. He likes that. He snorts and whinnies."
"Let's!" Susan said.
"You really want to?"
"Yes, let's!"
Brenda looked amazed.
Brenda realized that she, too, might learn a few things this weekend. "Okay," she said.
Susan descended the ladder first and to Brenda, waiting in the loft, it seemed rather symbolic that her friend should have taken the lead. But it didn't bother Brenda. She had no great desire to be the leader or initiator in what they did, &s long as they did it. Brenda just wanted to have fun.
Susan waited at the foot of the ladder while Brenda climbed down after her. Susan looked excited and slightly embarrassed, glancing bash?fully up at Brenda and then sideways at the pony. That worthy animal seemed to sense that strange events were about to unfold, for it stamped nervously with one hoof and tossed its thick maned head, snorting softly and watching the girls from one wide, white eye. Although the pony was not as tall as a true horse, it was a stocky, sturdy beast. It had a wide chest and broad, .powerful flanks, a thick, arched neck and shoulders packed with muscle. Its mane and tail were golden, its hide buckskin with a white blaze on its forehead.
The girls approached the stall and Brenda held her hand out. The pony nuzzled her hand, its broad nostrils flaring, and she scratched the white patch on its brow. The animal whinnied.
"No, Blaze. We aren't going for a ride," Brenda said, and then she giggled.
Susan hesitated, looking at the beast's hind?quarters.
"Well? Go ahead," Brenda said.
"Golly. I don't know how to start, Brenda. Maybe he won't want me to... "
"Sure he will. Won't you, Blaze? You want Suzy to rub your fat cock, don't you?"
Blaze tossed his head.
Susan still hesitated. Seeing this, Brenda said, "Want me to get him started for you?"
"Oh, would you?"
"Okay."
"I'll do it, though," Susan assured her.
Brenda moved down beside the pony and slid nimbly onto his broad back. Holding the mane with one hand, she began moving as if she were riding at a trot. This confused Blaze, who saw little point in being ridden in the stall, and he began pawing at the floor. Brenda rubbed her crotch up and down, bracing her knees against his flanks. Then she curled her feet inward and began moving her heels under his belly.
Blaze understood that.
He stopped pawing and stood with all four feet firmly planted as his mistress heel-rubbed his sensitive areas. Susan squatted down, looking beneath his belly. Suddenly she gasped.
"Oh, it's working," she whispered.
The beast's prick had begun to tense. Slowly and steadily, as Brenda's heels moved, the fat horsecock rose upward and then began to extend under the animal's belly.
Susan leaned closer, fascinated, and gasped again as the blunt head came squeezing out from the shaggy foreskin. Longer and longer it grew, until the bared knob was quivering under the stout brute's chest, while its sperm-sac began to swell like an inflated balloon.
"Ooooh, he likes it!" Susan squealed.
"So do I," Brenda sighed, wiggling about.
"Can I ride him for a while?"
"Sure," Brenda said. She took a few last, lingering humps, then slipped off the pony. Susan started to mount, then paused, grinning. Lifting her loose-fitting dress, she pulled her panties down and kicked them off. Then she climbed bareback onto the animal and began moving as Brenda had. It took a few moments for Susan, unaccustomed to being in such a position, to get her balance, but soon she was rubbing her pussy skillfully up and down the animal's back. It felt wonderful! Grimacing and panting, she wiggled about, feeling her cunt flutter open and begin to flow, leaving a silvery trail of cuntjuice on the excited animal's back. Her heels curved around his girth, rubbing his bloated dick.
"See why I get hot when I ride?" Brenda said.
"Oh, yes. I wish I had a horse!"
"He's getting too worked up, though," Brenda said, with an expert glance at the brute's throbbing cock. "If you want to give him a hand job, you better get off now."
Susan sighed and dismounted.
Blaze twisted his head around, eyeing the girls balefully and hopefully. They squatted side by side, at his flank, giggling as they regarded the long, fat monster which loomed under his belly.
Suddenly Brenda had an idea.
"If you're going to milk him, you might as well do it right," she said. She bounced away and returned a moment later with a short-legged stool which she placed beside the animal's flank.
Susan looked surprised.
"Golly, is that what it's for?" she asked.
"Huh?"
"Is that stool made for jerking off horses?"
"No, silly. They used to keep cows here before Daddy bought the place. It's a milking stool. But it ought to be just the thing, huh? I mean, there ain't much difference between milking and masturbat?ing. Except"-she grinned naughtily-"masturbating is more efficient, because that way you get cream right off and don't have to fool around with a churn."
Susan sat on the stool, then stood up again.
"Maybe we better take all our clothes off," she suggested. "We don't want to get horse cum all over us."
Brenda agreed.
Susan drew her dress off and Brenda pulled her jersey over her head, then pushed her shorts down. Neither girl wore a bra and Brenda wore no panties. Naked, Susan sat on the stool again. Brenda leaned over her shoulder, watching with avid interest.
Susan reached out, tentatively, then drew her hand back. She glanced at her friend. "Oh, I feel so wicked," she said.
"Yeah! We are wicked. Isn't it fun?"
"Ooooh, yes!" said Susan, and she reached out again and this time she touched the animal's cock.
Blaze snorted and threw his head from side to side. His broad hindquarters quivered. Susan ran her fingertips up and down his fat prick a few times, then began to rub the swollen tip.
"Pump him!" Brenda hissed, impatient with lust.
Susan tried to, and she moaned with frustration. "His cock's too fat," she wailed. "I can't get my hand around it!"
"Use both hands, then!"
Susan nodded and grasped the stout prick with both hands, holding it just behind the knob. She began sliding the shaft up and down, curling the shaggy skin up around the glans and then drawing it back. Blaze's knob bulged and flared.
Susan leaned forward, squirming on the stool and watching carefully, totally fascinated. She seemed to be having so much fun that Brenda decided to join in. She bent forward, leaning over Susan with her tits pressed to the seated girl's back. She cupped Blaze's bloated balls in one hand and began rubbing his swollen knob with the other. Under this dual stimulation, the pony began to heave and throb. Firm muscles writhed through his flanks and he snorted loudly.
"Look! He's started to drip!" Brenda squealed.
She rubbed the huge balls as the animal's preliminary oils seeped out.
Susan bent forward, to see this phenomenon. Then, utterly taken by lust, she pulled the stool under the pony's belly and squatted there, facing his mighty cockhead. Her hands closed around the rod again and she continued to pump him, but now she was pushing and pulling his great dick toward her, rather than crosswise. She arched her back, squirming beneath him.
"Oh, wow!" Brenda whimpered. "Wow! You gonna let him shoot right on you?"
Susan nodded happily.
"Gee, you're dirtier than I am!" Brenda said, rather reverently and with great respect.
Susan nodded again at such a wonderful compliment. Her eyes had narrowed and her lips were parted. She was panting. Her wet pussy squirmed against the milking stool and her flanks trembled as much as Blaze's. Pushing her belly out, she angled beneath the animal's sweat-lathered belly and then, rising slightly, pressed his huge, dripping knob against her tits.
Brenda gasped and squealed, the sound boiling from between her teeth as if it had been forced out by the steam of her lust.
Susan wiggled around, rubbing her stiff nipples against the flat underside of the pony's prickhead, sliding the broad wedge up and down her belly and between her firm breasts. He was flowing heavily and his knob laid a trail of cream on her golden flesh.
Still the overheated girl was not satisfied. Still she wanted more.
She leaned far back and thrust her belly up, so that the brute's cock was between her thighs. Twisting her hips from side to side, precariously balanced on the stool, she began rubbing the fat cockhead against her creamy pussy. Her knees came up and pressed against his throbbing shaft, and she rode horizontally on his stout pole as if she were shimmying up a lateral tree limb. The flooding knob pushed into her steaming crotch and reared up above her pubic mound as she humped, matting her bush with slime which welled up in pools and streamed down her taut thighs.
Brenda, seeing that Susan was in danger of falling off the stool, reached under her slender back and supported her with one hand. Thus aided, Susan was able to move more freely, and she began sliding her whole body up and down under the pony dick. The bloated tip ran from her pelvis all the way up to her titties as she squirmed down.
Brenda slid her supporting hand upward until it was behind Susan's head, and then she began gently pushing Susan's head forward, coaxing her face nearer and nearer to the great purple cockhead.
"Lick it!" she croaked.
"Oh!" Susan squealed.
Susan licked her lips.
"Do it!" Brenda coaxed.
"Oh, shall I?"
"Yes! Lick my pony's cock!"
That was the dirtiest thing either girl could imagine and, therefore, the most exciting. Susan gripped the swollen knob in both hands and pushed her face down. Her pink tongue pushed out and the tip touched against Blaze's meaty cockhead. She licked tentatively for a moment, then her tongue started fluttering wildly over the rubbery wedge. She pushed the pink tip into Blaze's creamy cleft and swept it around beneath the glans. A heavy gush of spunk poured out, running thickly down the tip, and Susan tongued the creamy stream up hungrily, savoring the exotic nectar on her tastebuds and then, throwing her head back, letting it trickle slowly down her throat.
Brenda moaned loudly, her cunt starting to melt. Precocious as the girl was, she had never thought of doing anything like this, and she now saw that Susan's instincts, despite her innocence, were limitless and without restraint. She stared in awe at her friend, wide-eyed with admiration, as Susan fitted her lips against the head of Blaze's dick and began slurping on the tip.
Susan opened her mouth wide and groaned with frustration when she found that her mouth was not large enough to accommodate the pony's flaring prick.
"I can't suck it!" she wailed. .
She threw her body back in a bow, hair sweeping the floor, and jammed her hot cunt up against the knob once more.
As his cock nudged against the girl's cunt, Blaze thrust his powerful flanks forward and a great geyser of yellow slime spurted from his cock, soaking her smoldering pussy and squirting in past the unfurled lips.
The sturdy beast humped again.
This time his knob slid up through her tight pussy and his spurt skidded up the girl's arched torso, skimming her belly and soaking her tits.
Rolling her eyes in a fit of passion, Susan slid down and lifted her head wildly just in time to receive the beast's third great spurt directly in her face. She opened her mouth wide and the bestial semen fell like a waterfall upon her lips.
Susan knocked the stool from under her "ass as she writhed. She fell onto the stable floor, writhing with lust. The animal's prick had stopped spurting now, but heavy shards of semen continued to pump from the cock, splattering on her naked, twisting form, and she humped her loins up, thighs spread apart, so that these last delicious drops could splash onto her overheated cunt.
Then, untouched by human hands, Susan began to vibrate with orgasm.
She threw her hips from side to side and pumped her belly up and down and screamed with the great ripping agony of release as her seething pussy pumped out streamers of cuntjuice to mingle with the pony's cream in her flooded crotch. She continued to twitch for long moments. Finally she lay still.
Brenda was watching her, mouth open and eyes wide and pussy steaming.
Susan turned her face and looked at Brenda. Her lips were coated with pony cum and her tongue flicked absently across the surface.
She smiled at Brenda.
Brenda gaped at her, totally amazed at the incredible transformation which had changed this girl overnight. She half-expected, now that the urgency of passion had been released, that Susan would be mortified by the terrible thing she'd done. Susan seemed rather dazed.
"Are... you okay?" Brenda asked.
"Sure," said Susan. "That was fun. What shall we do next?"
And Brenda was filled with awe...
CHAPTER SIX
Sam Claymore had taken Jack Marlowe into his study, a fine, paneled room with a brick fireplace and hunting prints on the wall.
Jessica and Claire, satiated at last-for a while, at least-were having a chat in the living room.
Sam took Jack to the study in order to show him how graciously and spaciously one could live if one were willing to move away from the city. At any rate, that was the reason Sam gave for getting Jack alone. But there was something else Sam wanted to talk about. After Jack had looked around and made suitable complimentary comments on the masculine decor, Sam wandered over to the window. He drew the curtains back and gazed out. He seemed very thoughtful, as if pondering some important decision and this attitude did not escape Jack, who wondered if perhaps his friend were having second thoughts about wife-swapping. Jack hoped not, but he could think of no other reason for Sam's curious attitude.
Presently, Sam said, "Well, the weekend has certainly been successful thus far, eh?"
"It sure has," Jack agreed. "We'll have to get together more often."
"Sure."
"Maybe Jessica and I will visit you in town for our next get-together."
"Well "Not a good idea?"
"The thing is, our apartment is too small, Sam."
Sam smiled meaningfully. "We only need one bedroom, Jack. And one bed, as far as that goes."
"No, I meant... well, it's Susan, you see. If you and Jessica spent the night with us, she'd be sure to realize something was going on."
"I expect so. Still, that might not be such a bad idea, at that. Having it out in the open, I mean, so we didn't have to sneak around and worry."
"Good Lord, Sam! You can't be serious?"
Sam shrugged. "Why not? Is it so wrong? Or are we being hypocrites? I mean, either it is wrong, and we ought to stop doing it, or it isn't wrong and we don't have to be ashamed of it. Doesn't that make sense?"
Jack considered that logic. He said, "Well, it isn't wrong for us, but it would be wrong for our daughters to know."
"That's sophistry."
"Jesus, Sam. Susan's only fourteen."
"Well, Brenda is only fifteen, as far as that goes. What difference does a year make?"
"Do you honestly mean you wouldn't mind if Brenda knew about it?"
Sam hesitated. "I think she does," he said.
Jack blinked.
"I'm pretty sure she's guessed."
"Doesn't it... bother you?"
"It sure as hell does," Sam said, with a wide grin. "But not the way you think. It makes me horny as hell to think about my daughter knowing."
"Aren't you afraid it will... well... deprave her? Give her the wrong slant on sex?"
"There you go again, talking about right and wrong. Damn it, Jack, I don't consider it wrong for us and it wouldn't be wrong for Brenda. Or Susan, come to that."
Jack shook his head, bemused.
Sam was gazing out at the barn. "I wonder if the kids are having a good time?" he said, as if changing the subject but with a secondary meaning in his voice.
"What do you mean?"
Sam shrugged.
"Look, maybe your daughter is... precocious... but Suzy is an innocent little girl."
"Is she?"
"Hell yes."
"I wonder... "
"What are you getting at, Sam?" Jack asked, feeling that he should be annoyed or outraged by this conversation and yet finding that he wasn't; that, in fact and to his surprise, it was titillating.
"I'm pretty sure that Brenda isn't a virgin," Sam said. "In fact, I'm damn sure. Maybe that's the difference between our attitudes, Jack. I mean, if you knew that your daughter wasn't a virgin, you wouldn't be so protective and inhibited about her, would you?"
"Maybe not. But she is."
"Ummm. Well, maybe. Listen, don't you ever have sexual fantasies about Susan?"
Jack blushed, remembering how he had felt his daughter's plump little tit in the car.
"Well, I guess so," he admitted. "But that's all they are, just fantasies."
"You know, Jack, this may shock you, but I'd like to fuck my daughter."
Jack took a deep breath and felt a great tension grip his loins at the concept.
"Wouldn't you? Wouldn't you like to fuck the ass off my juicy little girl?"
"Sam, I... Christ, sure I would! But Jesus, this is one hell of a conversation... "
"I'd like to fuck your daughter, too."
"Forget it."
"I sure would," Sam went on, ignoring Jack's protest. "And I'd like to watch you fuck Brenda, too."
"Are you really serious?" Jack asked, his voice rasping out as if his vocal cords had hardened in sympathy with his cock.
Sam didn't answer for a few long moments.
Then he turned and looked directly at Jack and said, "Yes, Jack, I'm dead serious."
Jack stared dumbly at his friend.
"Maybe we aren't ready for incest, but we swap wives; why not daughters?"
"Never," Jack croaked.
"Okay, then. Leave Susan out of it. Do you want to screw Brenda? With my permission?"
Jack started to say no, but his voice rebelled. He tried to shake his head, but his neck was stiff. He stared at Sam with wide eyes and then, to his amazement, he heard his own voice say, "Yeah, I'll screw Brenda, Sam... " He blushed deeply and hastened to add, "If you're really serious... "
Sam nodded.
"I wouldn't want Claire to know," Jack said, thinking about the details now that the initial shock of the idea had passed. "Nor Jessica. I don't suppose that Jessica would be any too wild about having her daughter fucked."
"Oh, I don't think she'd mind, really."
"This is all... unbelievable."
"You're making the mistake of thinking of our daughters as daughters, instead of as young women. But you're wrong, Jack. They are sexy little bitches who just happen to be our daughters."
"Susan isn't... " Jack started, then faltered as he realized it was a lie; Susan was very sexy, indeed.
"Suppose-just a hypothetical supposition-suppose that you knew for a fact that Susan wasn't a virgin. Would you really object, in that case? Would it be any worse if I fucked her than if she was fucking someone else?"
"I... guess not. Not in theory."
"I'll make a deal with you, Jack."
"What deal?"
"I'll let you fuck Brenda and I won't touch Susan... unless we find out that Susan has already been fucking someone."
Jack hesitated. He wanted to fuck Brenda, and although he felt evil about bargaining over his own daughter, he was convinced that Susan was innocent and virginal and that no harm could come to her if he agreed to the terms of this deal.
He nodded, slowly. "All right," he said. "It's a deal."
"No backing out?"
"No backing out."
"Shake hands on it?"
Jack crossed toward the window and the two men clasped hands firmly. Jack felt a twinge of guilt, as if he were pimping for his own little girl, but he ignored it, still convinced that Susan would not fulfill the prerequisites of the arrangement; that he would be getting something for nothing, and it was something that he wanted very, very much.
Then Sam grinned, like a street vendor who has just struck a very favorable bargain. He nodded toward the window.
Jack, puzzled, turned and looked out toward the barn. He saw a slim young man in denim trousers strolling casually down the path toward the barn. Frowning slightly, he turned to Sam.
"That's Chuck," Sam explained. "He works for me. Does all sorts of odd jobs. Among other things."
Jack lifted his eyebrows.
"I'm pretty sure he's been fucking Brenda out in the barn," Sam said. Jack said nothing.
"Susan and Brenda are both out there, at the moment," Sam continued. He shrugged. "Why don't we give them a few minutes and then wander down there. There's a back window where we can have a look."
"He may be fucking your daughter, Sam, but he sure as hell won't get close to mine!" Jack growled, with less conviction than his words indicated. A nervous sort of foreshadowing stirred in his loins.
"Maybe not," Sam said, looking tolerantly amused. "But if he does... a deal is a deal, Jack."
Jack scowled, then nodded sullenly.
He was starting to have doubts and second thoughts about the whole thing, but it was too late to back out now. Sam was right.
A deal was a deal...
Sam poured them each a large slug of good brandy and they sat down in leather chairs and waited until it was time to sneak down to the back of the barn and see what was, or was not, transpiring...
Chuck Jenkins could hardly believe his good fortune. Here, in one swoop, he had got a good job for weekends and after school and met the sexiest and most willing girl he'd ever known.
He'd never had much luck with women before.
Sexual success had always been in direct ratio to the girl's lack of beauty. In his experience, the only girls willing to fuck him were so ugly that they were virtually unfuckable, although he closed his eyes and did his manful best. The indirect relation extended, as far as he knew, from one end of the female gamut to the other. Beautiful girls did nothing, pretty girls kissed, homely girls let a guy feel them up, ugly girls would give a hand job and truly hideous girls went all the way. That rule had held true in all his experiences.
Until the Claymores arrived.
Chuck still found it hard to believe that a beautiful girl like Brenda Claymore not only fucked, but demanded to be fucked, not only tolerated it, but loved it. It seemed impossible. The first time she'd followed him into the barn, her hints had passed right over Chuck's head, obvious as they were, until finally Brenda had had to come right out and ask him to fuck her. And even then-even while he was fucking away between her widespread thighs-Chuck hadn't really believed it was happening, so that the next time Brenda waited in the barn for him, he acted as if nothing had occurred and she had to ask him all over again, shocking him nearly as much as the first time.
After that second tumble in, literally, the hay, Chuck had to believe it was really happening, and yet he still thought of the affair as a wild, wet dream rather than reality, as a wonderful dream from which he must soon awaken to find that Brenda didn't really exist or, if she did, had warts on her nose and buck teeth, that his soft weekend job really entailed shoveling out the shit of outhouses, that his dream, in the real world, was a nightmare.
Yet, if it were a dream, Chuck had the good sense to enjoy it while it lasted, to accept what she offered and make no demands for more, or less. He was a yokel, perhaps, but he wasn't stupid; he saw quite clearly that Brenda was interested only in his cock and that no room for love or affection or jealousy enhanced, or limited, their relationship. That, he thought, was just as well. After all, it would never do to fall in love with a girl -who fucked the hired hands in the barn. Someday, God willing, he might own a farm himself, and a wife like Brenda simply wouldn't do.
Still, for the moment, Chuck wanted to enjoy his dream as much and as frequently as possible, and as he walked down toward the barn, he didn't feel nearly as casual as he looked.
He was hoping that Brenda would be there. And he didn't know the half of it, either, for if Chuck was inclined to doubt his good fortune of the past weeks, he never in a million years would have believed that, outside of a dream, not one but two lovely, sexy, naked girls awaited his arrival...
Brenda ran back from the door. "Chuck's coming!" she said excitedly. "Oh good!" Susan said, clapping her hands together. "Should we put our clothes on?"
"Why bother?"
"Won't he think we're lewd?"
"Well, aren't we?"
"Oh yes!" Susan said happily, thinking it was very mature and worldly to be termed lewd.
"Maybe you ought to wipe the pony cum off your belly, though," Brenda suggested. "I don't know if Chuck understands things like that."
"No sense in making him jealous," Susan agreed. She used an old horse blanket to mop the scum from her tits and tummy. They could hear Chuck whistling as he drew near.
"Let's wait up in the loft," Brenda suggested.
Susan nodded and scampered up the ladder. Brenda climbed up after her, close behind, with Susan's wet pussy wagging in her face. Brenda was sorely tempted to give that golden cunt a little lick, but she wasn't sure if Chuck would understand that, either, and at the moment she was more interested in prick than pussy.
Susan tumbled into the hay and Brenda jumped up after her, and Chuck, coming in the door, was just in time to see a frisky young ass disappear into the loft.
Instantly, his cock bloated with a rush of hot blood, the meaty prick banging against his trousers. He grinned crookedly and rolled his eyes with anticipation.
Brenda peered over the edge of the loft and smiled invitingly.
Chuck hurried across the bam, his bulging crotch very apparent.
Then Susan, too, looked down, and Chuck came to a dead stop. He blinked and shook his head, thinking he must be suffering from double vision caused, no doubt, by the fact that his brain wasn't getting enough blood, deprived by the huge volume necessary to bloat his dick. When he looked again, there were still two girls in the loft and yes, by golly, they were both naked.
"What are you waiting for?" Brenda asked.
"I could swear there was a naked gal with you," he said doubtfully.
"Sure. We've been waiting for you, Chuck."
And then Chuck knew for a certainty that he'd been asleep for the last few weeks and he ran forward and leaped up the ladder as fast as he could, terrified that he'd wake up before this new impossibility could be enjoyed.
"This is my friend, Suzy," Brenda said as Chuck joined them in the loft.
"Hi," Chuck said, looking at her pear-shaped titties and slick, golden thighs.
"Suzy is a virgin," Brenda explained. "But she doesn't want to be a virgin any longer, so I told her you'd be glad to help her out."
"Sure thing," he said, absolutely confident now that he knew it was just a dream. He opened his trousers and let them drop. His cock was enormous, a great bloated tube capped by a slab of purple meat. It loomed up almost to his navel, the tip quivering.
Susan gazed reverently at this massive tool, her mouth watering and her twat steaming. She leaned back in the stacked hay, arching her back, while Chuck kicked his trousers off and then removed his shirt. Seeing that she admired his prick, he stood proudly before her and twitched his cock muscles, making the knob bulge and throb.
"Oh, it's big!" Susan squealed. "I hope it isn't too big for my tight, virginal little hole."
"Not as big as Blaze," Brenda said, giggling.
"Oh, not nearly. But that's the trouble with ponies and horses, huh? If a cock's too big to fit in a girl's pussy, or even her mouth, then it really isn't much use."
Chuck heard this but, since none of it was real, he wasn't even shocked.
Brenda said, "I'll go first."
"Shouldn't I go first, since I'm a virgin?" Susan asked, fearing that his second effort wouldn't be as firm as his first.
"Yeah, but you already had something and I haven't come yet," Brenda argued.
"But I'm a guest!" Susan protested.
"Yeah, but he works for my father."
"Well, can I give it a little suck first?"
Susan's mouth had been drooling for the taste of cock ever since she'd been frustrated by the magnitude of Blaze's organ and Chuck, huge as he was, looked just about bite-sized to her. She looked pleadingly at Brenda and Brenda nodded.
"Don't you dare make him come, though," the red-headed girl demanded.
"Okay. I just want a taste."
Chuck had been waiting patiently enough, considering the urgent state of his glutted cock, and looking back and forth between the two girls as they debated the order of things. As far as he was concerned, it made little difference which girl was first; he had sexual energy to spare. But he was pleased at getting a crack at Susan's mouth, once that was decided. He'd already had Brenda, and new meat is always more interesting.
Now he stepped forward, like a soldier volunteering from the ranks. Jamming his lean hips forward, he thrust his cock out like a pike. But Susan didn't throw herself headlong onto that mighty spear.
She moved forward slowly, on hands and knees, warily studying the bloated glans of his potent cock. She'd never seen a cock-well, a human cock; pony dick wasn't really the same thing, she knew-at such close range before, and she was fascinated by Chuck's throbbing prick. She gazed, wide-eyed and slack-mouthed, and it seemed to Chuck that her vision caressed him with some strange and wonderful tactile sense; that he could actually feel her enraptured gaze run up and down his stout rod.
"Hurry up!" Brenda whined impatiently.
But Susan was not to be rushed into this marvelous new experience. She rose up from hands and knees, kneeling directly in front of the sturdy youth in a reverent position. Tilting her face from side to side, she studied his prick from various angles while Brenda hissed with impatience, like a steam kettle on the boil.
Susan leaned closer and blew on his prick without actually touching it. Her hot breath billowed against the burning meat, causing vapor to rise from the fat knob. His cock gave a mighty lurch and Chuck groaned. Susan echoed his moan, feeling her cunt flutter open and a hot wash of pussyjuice run down her slick thighs.
Reaching out with both hands, she touched his cock with her fingertips, lightly tracing up and down, defining the contours and the texture. She brushed her forefinger up the fat vein, across the rubbery tip, under his sweating balls.
Her hand curled around the shaft for a moment, then opened again, for she had no wish to masturbate him and feared a premature ejaculation. Placing both hands on his bony hips, she leaned forward and rubbed the tip of her nose against the broad underside of his cock. She sniffed and nuzzled and her head swam with the musky aroma of hot cock. Chuck worked his cock muscles and his big prick bumped against her nose like a drumstick.
Giggling, she slid her nose from side to side, rubbing just below the glans.
Brenda sighed and, resigned to a long wait, began to lazily masturbate herself with two fingers, pushing them slowly and steady up her flooded cunt. She saw there was no point in trying to interrupt now, and rather wished that Susan hadn't learned so quickly. Still, it was fun to watch, she had to admit, to observe this fourteen-year-old girl, who had been so naive and innocent the day before, worshipping Chuck's loins.
Susan tilted her head back, lifting her nose, and kissed the underside of his cockhead. She paused for an instant, then covered the broad wedge with a flurry of quick little kisses. Turning her head sideways, she kissed all the way down the fat rod, then kissed his bloated balls, feeling his hard nuts jiggle within the hairy bag.
Her tongue came out.
She licked under his balls, then all around them, her tastebuds tingling as she savored the heady flavor of his balls. whimpered and threw his shoulders back, forcing his loins outward.
Susan was delighted that her tongue could cause this reaction. She began licking up from his balls, using her tongue like a windshield wiper, sweeping back and forth against the broad surface of his shaft. When she had lapped her way up to the tip, she began curling her tongue around behind the flaring glans, then over the very tip with a flat, slurping stroke. Her mouth was watering for him, but she forced herself to go slowly, to savor each new instant. Boy dick tasted better than pony dick, she thought. She felt certain, and was glad, that human cum would probably taste better, too. Then she frowned, remembering that she wasn't supposed to suck him off, that Brenda was waiting for his load.
Well, she'd cross that bridge when she came to it.
For the moment, she wrapped one hand around his shaft, just below the glans, so that only the great purple head emerged from her fist. She ran her tongue up and down on that glowing meat, then placed her lips directly on the tip and, letting her mouth open slowly, ran her lips down over the knob. When the swollen wedge was encased in her mouth, the overheated girl began sucking away merrily, while her tongue still switched to and fro.
Chuck groaned and sank to his knees, quivering.
Susan knelt before him in a three-point stand, gulping away greedily. Her head began to rise and fall as she forced his prick further into her mouth, and Chuck responded by lurching his hips up and down.
He clapped one hand behind her head and, holding her steady, fucked up into her wet mouth. He was fucking her mouth with short, sharp strokes, and she was tightening her lips around the fat cock as he plunged and bucked in. Her cheeks grew hollow as she slurped, then bulged out as his hot knob pressed against the flesh. Her tongue bridged beneath the knob, laying a moist, soft carpet over which his cock could glide.
He gave a sudden jolt and his cockhead plunged back into her throat, lodging there. Susan gagged, then gasped. She decided she didn't like to get fucked in the mouth. It was pleasant enough, physically, but it made her feel too passive. She wanted to suck him off, not just hold her mouth there for his strokes. With this in mind, she slid her hand down his shaft and grasped his balls. She gripped him firmly, so that he was unable to thrust and was forced to hold still, letting her set the pace and the tempo, which she eagerly did. She skimmed her compressed lips happily up and down the length of his fat sausage, pausing at the top of each stroke, with only the knob in her mouth, to suck avidly.
She liked that part best of all. The knob, she decided, was the tastiest part, and she concentrated on it, sucking more and bobbing her head less. Her mouth slurped loudly on his bloated crown and she began to drool on his cock. Then his cock began to drool in turn, so that a rich mixture of saliva and cum trickled from her lips and poured down his shaft.
She hated to let even a droplet of that savory fluid escape, and her mouth ran all the way down his cock occasionally, in order to gather up the straying cream. But mainly she kept only the knob in her mouth, sucking with her lips and pulling with her cheeks and curling her hot tongue around the bulbous feast. The more she sucked, the bigger his cock became, until the tip was so big that it completely stuffed her hungering mouth and pressed into both cheeks at the same time. Snorting through her nose, she kept gulping away, like a boa constrictor swallowing a pig wider than its body.
Brenda decided this had gone on long enough.
Crawling forward, still pushing two fingers up her twat as she moved, Brenda grasped Susan by the hips and attempted to haul her off Chuck's cock.
Susan ignored her friend's efforts. Switching her ass from side to side, she continued to suck away.
Brenda moaned and moved closer. She grabbed a handful of hair and pulled, trying to lift Susan's head free. But Chuck's prick was firmly lodged in the greedy girl's mouth. His cock was resolutely plugged into her oral socket.
When Brenda pulled Susan's head upward, his hips were drawn up after it, so that his prick remained lodged in her mouth and her lips were snapped shut behind the ledge of his glans, folded remorselessly behind the rubbery wedge so that the coupling would not separate.
Brenda wailed with frustration.
Susan was stuck on his cock like a fish on the hook, running and sounding and fighting on the line. His cockhead had swollen to such mighty dimensions that her lips were stretched to the limits, and she could not have spat his prick out even if she had wanted to.
"You promised!" Brenda wailed.
"Mumpff," Susan said.
"Will you stop?" Brenda pleaded.
Susan nodded, as if to agree, but the movement served only to run her mouth further down his prick.
"Pull it out, Chuck!" Brenda begged.
"I can't!" he whimpered, rolling his eyes wildly about and vibrating spasmodically.
"Oh, damn it!" Brenda moaned, in utter frustration. Anger flared up and she slapped Susan on the ass, but Susan only wiggled sexily at the blow.
Brenda saw it was no use. Chuck's first seminal load was destined for Susan's mouth. Her anger faded as lust welled up too powerfully to allow any lesser sensation or emotion. She fell onto her back, grinding her ass into the hay, and began masturbating with both hands.
Her head switched from side to side and her eyes, open and glazed, spun about the hayloft. Her vision slid past the ledge, then snapped suddenly back and into sharp focus.
Brenda gulped.
There, peering up from the top of the ladder, she saw her father's head...
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sam and Jack had walked down to the back of the barn, moving side by side with determined expressions. Jack was excited and fearful at the same time, and didn't know which emotion he felt most strongly, but he was not going to back out now. When they reached the small back window and looked in, he thought the barn was empty and he sighed-a curious sigh, half of relief and half of disappointment.
"I guess they went out," he said.
Sam smiled and shook his head. "They must be up in the loft," he said.
"Well, there's no way we can see into the loft, is there?"
"There sure is," said Sam.
He led the way around to the front of the barn and the two men entered quietly. No sooner were they inside than they heard the moist sounds of a cock being sucked. They exchanged glances. They heard low moans and grunts and whimperings. They exchanged further glances.
Then Sam crept to the ladder and began to mount and, with only a moment's hesitation, Jack followed him. Sam stiffened as his head rose past the floor of the loft. He caught his breath. Jack, a few rungs below him, strained upward and peered into the rafters. Then he stiffened, too, as he saw his fourteen-year-old daughter with her juicy lips firmly hooked on a fat cock.
Brenda stopped masturbating by degrees, her stiff fingers slowing down, as she stared at her father and, then, at Susan's father, their heads jutting up over the edge of the loft and their faces transfixed and gaping.
Her face went white with shock.
And then, to her amazement and relief, she saw that her father had begun to smile. The girl blushed then, but she smiled back at him. If he wasn't going to castigate her, she didn't see much cause to worry. She even pushed her fingers up her cunt a few more times, while he grinned approvingly.
"Having fun?" Sam asked.
"Well... Suzy is. I feel sort of left out."
At the sound of their voices, Susan rolled her eyes to the side. When she saw her father's startled face, she gulped with horror but, as she gulped, Chuck's cock surged deeper into her mouth. She was too frozen with shock to even attempt to spit the hot meat out. She just knelt there, horrified, while her lips, as if unconnected from her mind, continued to suck lovingly.
Chuck twisted his head toward the men.
His lean jaw dropped open.
Then he took a deep breath.
It's a damn good thing that all this is only a dream, he told himself.
Sam clambered into the loft and stood on the edge, legs braced and trousers bulging. Jack climbed up after him and remained kneeling on the floor. His eyes were fixed on his daughter's mouth. He was horrified at what he saw, but he was also aroused to volcanic lust. His cock felt like a crowbar in a blacksmith's forge.
"Too bad you haven't a man, too," Sam said to his smiling daughter.
"I wish I did," she said. "But Suzy is too greedy. She promised she wouldn't suck Chuck all the way, but now she won't stop. She likes to suck cock."
Brenda looked at Susan's father with a smug expression. Now she could get even with Susan for welshing on her promise. She said, "She's really terribly oversexed, you know. Why, she even jerked my pony off and let him shoot right in her face."
Jack's jaw dropped, as if it had come unhinged. But his cock surged up like a rocket, propelled by the fuel of atomic passion. Later, he knew, he would have to agonize about this, but at the moment his urgency for fucking was supreme.
"Maybe Jack will help you out, honey," Sam said.
"Oh, would you, Mr. Marlowe?" the girl said, spreading her thighs further. "Wouldn't you mind, Daddy?"
"Not at all," Sam said. He looked at Jack and raised his eyebrows.
Jack gulped, ashen-faced and frenzied. "What about it, Jack?"
Jack took one deep breath, his mind swirling. Then he began tearing at his clothing. His shirt flew in one direction, his trousers in another, his shoes bounced and dropped over the edge. Naked, he shuffled toward the red-headed, fifteen-year-old girl who lay back in the hay, legs spread.
Susan, seeing this, was even more shocked than she'd been when she'd been caught in the act. But it was a different sort of shock, and it brought a form of relief. If her father didn't care enough to stop her, he couldn't be very angry and maybe what she was doing .wasn't so wicked, after all. Then, too, since she'd already been caught, she saw no point in stopping. That would be even more embarrassing, for as long as her mouth was full of cock she couldn't very well be expected to offer any explanations. Whatever punishment she would have to suffer after, it could be no worse for continuing and at least she would have the pleasure to compensate for the punishment.
She began sucking vigorously once more.
Jack knelt between Brenda's slim legs and wrapped his hand around his bulging prick. She smiled happily and arched her back, hiking her crotch up. Her fingers were still on her cuntlips, and she took one last push-pull up her hole, then drew them away and left her wet pussy free for fucking.
"Put it to her, Jack," Sam urged.
Jack fitted his cock into her hole. The girl's hot pussy sucked at him hungrily. He took one last look at his cocksucking daughter, then braced his knees and ran the full length of his smoldering prick up Brenda's sodden, clinging cunt.
The moment he was up her pussy, Brenda began to move. She pumped her hips up and down and ground them from side to side. Her slick, wet cunt twisted and plunged on his prick.
Jack held himself steady for a moment, then his ass began to hammer as he drove hard and deep into her young pussy. His bloated balls swung in and out, banging against her upthrust ass.
Brenda gurgled with delight. Making a cup of her pelvis and hooks of her thighs, she rode beneath the man.
Looking over his jolting shoulder, she caught her father's eye.
"Ah, fuck!" Sam whispered. "Fuck her good, Jack! Fuck the ass off my fifteen-year-old daughter!"
Sam began to disrobe, his fingers fumbling clumsily as he continued to gaze at his daughter.
"He's fucking me, Daddy!" Brenda wailed. "Oh, his cock's big! It fills me! He's going to shoot that thick cream right up my cunt, Daddy!"
"Do you love it, honey?" Sam croaked.
"I love it! I want it!"
Sam was naked then. He moved toward Susan. Still kneeling, her juicy little ass was bobbing up and down before him and her pussy was streaming.
Sam glanced at Jack and Jack groaned.
"All right?" Sam rasped.
"I... I don't... Yes! Christ, yes! Fuck her, Sam! Give it to her!"
Sam grinned and dropped to his knees behind the girl. He fitted his rod to her cunt.
Susan gasped as she realized she was about to get fucked by her father's friend; by Brenda's father. Then she thrust her ass higher and waited.
Sam entered her pussy slowly, inch by inch. His tapered cock slid easily up her well-oiled channel and her snug cunt gripped him caressingly. He paused, with half his cock still looming from her. Well, I'm damned, he thought. She is a virgin! Then Susan wiggled her ass demandingly, and Sam shrugged and thrust his cock in to the hilt, holding it at the fullest penetration and savoring the thrill of being sheathed in virgin pussy, while Susan went wild, her ass flying up and down and her cunt sucking like a hungry mouth on his cock. She was a virgin, Sam thought. Then he began to put the meat to her with long, rippling strokes. His belly bounced against her ass and his balls jammed into her crotch as he ran the cock home. Gripping her hipbones, he hauled her back, pulling her slick pussy onto his cock like a glove.
It had been years since he'd encountered such a tight, snug cunt and his blood was thundering through his veins. Faster and faster his ass corkscrewed as he sought the very depths of her womb with his bloated cockhead.
Susan was absolutely delirious with lust. Stuffed with cock at both ends, she felt the twin thrills course through her being, meeting and mingling somewhere in the depths of her belly. She felt like a hollow tube, through which, an enormous, elongated cock was running from end to end, in her mouth and out her cunt on one stroke, then in her cunt and out her mouth on the next. She rocked back and forth and rolled from side to side, like a roasting pig on the spit, baking in the blazing fire of passion.
She wanted both these wonderful cocks to erupt at the same time, drowning her in rich cream, filling her so that hot cum ran from her nose and mouth and ears.
The girl was so aroused that no distractions detracted from the thrill. She forgot all about the presence of her father and the fact she was no longer a virgin. The only thing in her world which mattered, at that moment, was the physical sensation of being fucked.
Her first movements, when Sam put the meat to her, had been instinctive and spasmodic. She had twitched and jerked with the thrill, her body moving of its own accord. But now she began to fall into the proper rhythm, quickly realizing what motions were preferable.
She began rhythmically pumping against Sam, her ass hiking up as he stroked in, so that his big, bloated cock ran directly over her swollen, tingling clit as it wedged into the depths of her steaming hole. Then when he was buried to the root, she tightened her cunt muscles and pulled at him as he drew back. It amazed her to find that she had such control of her cunt muscles, that she could use her pussy like a hand, like a mouth, sucking and pulling and rippling on his cockshaft.
Sam moved without haste now, no longer urgent, wanting it to last. He slid the pork to her with long, sweeping strokes, dipping through a low arc, his balls swinging like weighted pendulums close to the floor. The timing, he knew, was important, and he moved his cock in rhythm with her clasping cunt.
Susan had been neglecting Chuck, somewhat, although she still had his cock in her mouth. Concentrating on the wonderful new sensation of fucking, she sucked only casually. But then, when the first mighty thrill of being penetrated had passed on into the ever-increasing sensation of mounting climax, she began working avidly on her hot mouthful of cock once again. Gripping his fat prick in both hands, like a baseball bat, she mouthed the knob voraciously.
She was no longer hooked like a fish on his line, for by taking the initiative she'd changed their roles. Now it was Chuck who was caught. He flopped and moaned, his prick caught in the soft, oral trap. His fate was settled. He could not escape and she was going to suck the life blood from his being, leaving him an empty husk.
Jerking and twitching, Chuck felt the thrill soar to the peak.
He grasped a handful of flaxen hair, but he didn't attempt to move her head. He had surrendered to her, now, and his grip was gentle, a mere hint of the nearness of his fiery eruption.
His knob flared and bubbled.
Susan whimpered softly and slipped her lips far down his root, taking the head back into her throat and lashing the shaft with her tongue.
Suddenly her mouth was filled with hot cream.
She gasped, eyes snapping wide open, startled at the extent of his ejaculation. For an instant her efforts faltered. But then she gulped the thick spunk down greedily and pulled another mighty spurt from his thundering cock.
He shot a third time, then a fourth, each separate geyser filling her mouth for a moment before she let it run down her throat. Then he was drained. He collapsed backward into the haystack.
Susan leaned after him, reluctant to lose her succulent mouthful, but his cock began to diminish and soften. She slurped up the final drops and spat the shrinking prick out. It flopped lifelessly against his belly and Susan smiled happily,' seeing how completely she had drained his vitality.
Then she turned her full concentration on Sam. Her juicy ass began flying up and down as she arched her back, running her loins back against his spearing cock. Cuntjuice gushed from her, under the pressure of his great prick, soaking his belly and thighs and balls, streaming down her legs. Her cunt was smoldering.
Sam felt as if his prick had been placed in a hot oven to bake, as if his raw meat was roasting in her juices. His cum welled up like mercury in a thermometer, ready to rush up the scale to the boiling point.
"I'm fucking," Susan whispered, and the full realization of that fact struck her for the first time.
"Fucking, fucking, fucking-g-g!" she cried.
The tight walls of her cunt opened up and a heavy wash of juice filled her hole.
Sam slammed in to the depths and held himself steady while his balls seemed to explode, sending his thick sap coursing up his cock and pounding from the knob. He came mightily, flooding the girl's cunt, and her orgasm replied with equal strength, equal volume, their hot fluids mingling in her belly. They were both so tremendously hot that their mutual orgasm couldn't last very long. They both came savagely and quickly, in one titanic burst of lust.
Then Sam fell backward. His slime-streaked cock pulled from her clutching hole, the tip still drooling, and he collapsed onto his side.
Susan's ass rose up, quivering, as if their simultaneous coming had inflated her with some substance lighter than air. Then, slowly, she sank down onto her trembling belly and lay, quivering, with her legs spread apart and her pussy streaming.
So that was what it was like, she thought.
She was sorry she'd denied herself such ecstasy in the past.
She lay there, absolutely contented, feeling Sam's juice seep upward through her belly and Chuck's delicious cream seep down from her stomach and thought it was a wonderful thing to be a girl...
Jack was fucking slowly, working his cock into Brenda with long, smooth pushes, while he watched his daughter get fucked from both ends. When he saw Chuck shoot in her mouth, his cock gave a tremendous lurch and it exploded without warning.
Brenda cooed with delight, feeling the thick load fill her hole, and she thrashed madly about, trying to bring her own orgasm off with his. But Jack never faltered for an instant. Although he had spurted a great glob of cum up the girl's hot cunt, he didn't miss a stroke. He was so excited that his cock didn't shrink following his ejaculation. If anything, it grew even larger.
Realizing this, to her delight, Brenda stopped working so furiously and fell into the long, gliding rhythm once more, knowing that she had no need for haste.
Then Sam blew his wad up Susan's pussy, and Jack's prick thundered so mightly that Brenda could feel her pelvic bones rattle. He began moving faster then. His daughter's role was finished, and it was time for Jack to concentrate on the succulent piece of ass beneath him.
He hooked his hands under her ass and ground the meat to her, growling and groaning. Dropping his sweat-beaded brow, he began mouthing her stiff nipples and running his tongue up her cleavage. His ass moved through a figure eight as he whipped his cock in and out.
Brenda threw her legs up, her thighs clamping around his hips and her heels drumming at his hard-muscled ass. She clung to him, holding his face to her tits and jamming her belly to his. Looking down, she half-expected to see a great furrow pushed up along her torso, so huge did his prick feel as it delved into the depths of her cunt. Brenda began to come.
Long, rippling spasms of ecstasy fluttered laterally through her belly, sensations which met in her cunt and joined into one wild thrill. She clawed at her lover and worked her thighs up and down his flanks, urging him to join her in this bliss.
Feeling her cunt grip around him, Jack braced his knees and drove his cock in as far as it would go, to the very hilt, and for the second time without ever missing a stroke, his prick spurted. As mighty as his first orgasm had been, his second was more powerful still. Gush after gush of spunk ripped from his cockhead, hosing her fiery twat. He thought he would never stop shooting. He burst four times, five, six; he lost count. The semen surged from him in separate but connected jolts, as if the thick globs were beaded on a string. It seemed impossible that his balls could hold such a torrent, as if more than cum was flowing from him, as if his blood and his brains and his very bones had melted together and rushed from his cock, leaving his body an empty sack of lifeless flesh.
Then, finally, he was drained.
His prick gave a last lurch and he sank down over the girl. Purring like a cat, she wiggled beneath him, wanting to take the last possible thrill before his prick began to shrink.
Chuck sat up. Having come first, he recovered first. He stared around the hayloft, shaking his head. He grinned. His dreams were getting wilder all the time...
Then Susan sat up. She looked at her father, cradled in Brenda's arms, and colored slightly. It was very embarrassing to have one's father see one suck and fuck, she thought. But it wasn't nearly as embarrassing as it might have been, since he had joined in himself. After all, he couldn't very well blame her when he did the same things. Especially if the look on Brenda's face was any clue.
Sam stirred and rolled over. Seeing Chuck, he frowned slightly, wondering if the boy would keep quiet about this. Then he shrugged. Sam never much cared what the neighbors thought, anyway.
"Haven't you any chores, Chuck?" he asked.
"Oh, well... yeah, sure."
"Better get at them, then."
Chuck was disappointed. But he got up and dressed quickly, knowing he would have further chances to dream. He went down the ladder and left the barn.
Sam crawled over beside Jack and Brenda.
"Well?" he asked. "Is my daughter a good fuck, Jack?"
"Christ, yes," Jack said.
"Susan is, too. Great." He looked carefully at Jack as he said this, not sure how it would be received.
Nor did Jack know, himself, what he felt about it. He knew he should be ashamed of having let his daughter get fucked, but he didn't really feel ashamed. After all, she was already sucking cock when they arrived. It wasn't as if he'd been responsible for ruining her innocence.
And it had been damned exciting.
"We should do this more often," Sam said.
"I... don't know. We'd have to be careful that our wives didn't find out."
"Oh? I thought maybe I'd tell Jessica."
Brenda's eyes went wide. "You gonna tell Mom?" she asked, surprised but obviously not displeased.
"Maybe."
"She'll be jealous."
"She might want to join us, next time."
Brenda giggled. "Naughty Mom," she said.
Sam patted his daughter on the head. It was a fatherly gesture, but he was sitting beside her and, when she turned her face toward him, his cock was close to her eyes.
Jack rolled away and crawled over to where Susan was lying in the haystack, on her back now, slick thighs parted. He sat beside her, wondering what he should say.
"You mad, Daddy?" she asked. She made no attempt to cover her nakedness which, at this stage of the game, would have been pointless.
"No, honey," Jack said. "I... I didn't realize that my little girl was so... grown up. But I'm not mad."
"It's an awful lot of fun, isn't it?"
"How long have you been... fooling around, Suzy?" he asked.
"Oh, just today. Well, last night, really. Honest, I was a good girl until this weekend. It was that naughty Brenda that taught me these things."
"Last night? But you two girls were alone last night," Jack said suspiciously. "Well, yes. But Brenda showed me how to eat pussy and things," Susan said, lowering her eyes demurely and blushing, but enjoying the chance to shock her father this way.
Jack was shocked. He gaped at his daughter. "Christ!" he said. "You two girls eat each other out?"
"Ummm. It was kind of fun."
He scratched his head. Then he grinned. "Well, I can't deny that," he said.
"And really it was you and Mom that got me excited to begin with," Susan went on, feeling very wicked and impish. "When you thought I was asleep in the car... " Jack flushed.
"I guess that's why I wanted to suck cock," Susan told him. "Mom seemed to like it so much. And I figured it couldn't be too wicked, if my own mother loves it."
"Why, you little minx!"
"And then when we sneaked into the hall and watched you and Mom swap with Sam and Jessica... Well, it's no wonder that an innocent little fourteen-year-old girl got too excited to worry about being naughty."
Jack shook his head, overawed by this conversation.
Sam had been listening. Now he turned to his daughter, who was curled up beside him, her head against his knee.
"Did you girls really suck pussy last night?" he asked.
"Oh yes. We made each other come, too."
"I've never seen two women go at it. Have you, Jack?" Sam asked with a strange expression. "No," Jack admitted.
"It makes me horny just to think about it," Sam said, truthfully enough, for his cock had begun to quiver and fatten along his thigh.
Brenda looked at him, grinning. "I'll bet you'd like to watch us do it, huh?"
"Ooooh! Shall we?" Susan asked.
Sam looked at Jack. Jack stared at Sam, then looked at Susan. His prick, too, had begun to harden. But he was torn by reluctance.
Brenda said, "We're going to do it, anyway, when we're alone, so I guess it doesn't make it any nastier if our fathers are watching."
That logic was irrefutable.
Brenda, grinning wickedly, said, "Not as bad, even, because a girl can't get in any trouble when her daddy is watching out for her... "
She rose onto her knees and crawled over toward the haystack where Susan was sitting, and her logic made so much sense that both their fathers watched them very closely.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Brenda stretched out beside Susan in the haystack, but didn't do anything immediately. They lay side by side. Brenda had one knee raised and Susan's back was slightly arched, thrusting her belly out.
It was evident from their expressions that both young girls were excited, but it wasn't a particularly sexual excitement, in the limited, physical sense. After all, they'd both had recent orgasms. But they were excited in their minds, emotionally and imaginatively, by the charm of depravity. They both felt deliciously lewd and wicked, and they both looked at their respective fathers, searching for signs of encouragement or, conversely, disapproval, either or both of which would only add to the excitement. The things they did were wicked enough; to do them in front of their own fathers was flagrantly sinful, and therefore all the more fun. Jack felt much the same.
His guts were twisted with emotion as he realized that his little girl was no longer an innocent child, but had changed abruptly into a sex-crazed wanton, capable of any degeneracy. But it was so stupendously stimulating that he couldn't really wish it otherwise. Later, perhaps, he might regret it, but at the moment his lust was much too powerful for his morality.
Even Sam, who'd seldom balked at anything of a sexual nature and suffered few inhibitions, was starting to squirm and sweat now.
Neither man could bring himself to tell the girls to proceed, but neither could they find any desire to stop them, and they watched silently, with strained faces and rigid bodies.
The girls did nothing for several long minutes, and finally Susan realized that someone had to make the first move. The hesitation, implying that they had doubts and reservations, was more embarrassing than getting it on would be.
Very casually, she reached over and cupped her hand on Brenda's bushy vulva.
Brenda giggled.
Susan's hand stirred.
Brenda stopped giggling and began to pant. Her eyes narrowed to slits and her lips parted; she tossed her head back against the tightly packed haystack, her flaming hair spreading wildly against the flaxen backdrop, framing her lust-contorted countenance.
Susan's hand moved gently, cupping Brenda's mound and drawing her fingers upward with a pulling, stroking motion.
After a moment Brenda began massaging her own breasts, rubbing the plump mounds and fingering the stiff nipples. Her pussy gaped open, a long, juicy slit unfolding through the ruddy bush, and Susan tilted her wrist and slowly pushed two fingers up Brenda's cunt. Her fingers made a sucking sound as they ran into the wet hole. Pearly lovejuice ran out and trickled down between the cheeks of Brenda's ass.
"Ooooh, do it," Brenda moaned.
Susan grinned and leaned forward, her face above Brenda's twitching belly. She glanced sideways at her father, batting her eyelashes, and her father leaned closer, fascinated. He leaned so far forward that his rampant cock almost brushed his chin.
"Shall I, Daddy?" the oversexed girl asked, wanting to involve him completely, so that he would share in whatever guilt they might later feel.
Jack made three attempts to speak. Each time the words seemed to be jammed in his throat. Finally he nodded, eyes glazed by passion and his mouth hanging slack.
Susan squealed happily and lowered her face to Brenda's crotch. She approached from the top, not burying her head between the girl's hot thighs but placing her mouth at the top of the crack, so that her father would be able to see exactly what she was doing. Her pink tongue slid out and ran down Brenda's creamy cunt, wiggling and curling like a serpent in a swamp. She tongued Brenda's pussy slowly, then switched up to lap at the stiff love-bud. . Brenda began thrashing about wildly. Her thighs flew wide apart, she clutched at Susan's head, her belly surged upward.
Susan spread her cuntlips open with her fingers, and sent her tongue flying up the slimy hole.
Shifting around, her bobbing ass describing a semicircle, she threw her leg over Brenda's face and straddled her. Brenda began mouthing Susan's twat voraciously, clinging to her ass and pulling her crotch down.
They started rolling around, grinding and heaving, first one and then the other on top as they sixty-nined with relish. Shards of hay broke from the stack and the wooden floorboards creaked. Their thighs and bellies glistened with cream.
They then stiffened, simultaneously, as their bodies surged to the peak. The two girls were perfectly attuned to one another. The thrill that passed through them both was the same thrill, sparking back and forth between the gap, flowing like an electric current through their wet cunts and saline tongues, magnifying in their loins so that each passing current was stronger, until they reached the voltage of the highest degree and were electrocuted by climax.
Their mutual climax finished, they continued to cling together, tonguing lazily at the overflowing juices.
Sam looked at Jack.
Jack nodded and both men crawled forward, on hands and knees, with the great weight of their cocks looming under their bellies.
Hearing them approach, the two girls broke apart and rolled onto their backs.
Susan smiled invitingly at Sam.
Brenda drew her knees up, fully exposing her well-tongued pussy.
"I want to fuck her," Sam hissed.
"Yes! Fuck Suzy!" Jack rasped.
"No!" Sam growled. "I want to fuck Brenda!"
Jack blinked and Susan gasped, and Brenda, that wanton little minx, clapped her hands together delightedly and gurgled with pleasure.
Sam crawled between his daughter's thighs.
He paused then, shaking his head as if to clear away a last feeble shred of reluctance at fucking his own daughter.
But Brenda reached down across her upthrust belly and wrapped her hand around her father's bloated cock and pulled the knob up against her hot cunt.
His ass tightened, twitching, and he held himself steady, but Brenda was not to be denied now. Hiking her ass up, she pushed down against him and, with one long, gliding movement forced his hot cock all the way up her snatch.
"Oh!" she gasped. Then: "Oh, Daddy!"
She clung to him with arms and legs, holding that full penetration for a long moment. Then she arched back into the hay, pushing her belly upward, and Sam began to fuck her furiously. His long, tapering cock pumped her savagely, from tip to root, with every wild, plunging thrust. The hot meat, streaked with foam, fucked faster and faster into Brenda's cunt.
They moved faster and faster, like well-oiled machines out of control.
Susan and her father sat side by side, watching in absolute fascination. Her pussy was melting like heated wax and his prick jutted straight up, taut as a harpstring.
Susan dropped her gaze and looked at her father's towering cock. The great, bulbous knob was bright-red, throbbing and pulsing, and dark veins writhed down the shaft.
"Shall we do it, too, Daddy?" she asked. He caught his breath. "I want to," she whispered. When he still didn't reply, the no-longer-innocent girl reached down and folded her little hand around his huge, jutting prick. He stiffened.
She pumped him once, up and down, lovingly. He groaned and reached between her legs, drew his stiff fingers up her cunt.
"Ooooh," she squealed. "Let's fuck!" Jack's face clouded and mottled, his flesh turning dark in places and red in others, as two desires warred in his mind.
Suddenly he sprang to his feet. "No!" he howled and, snatching up his clothing, he hurled himself down the ladder. Pausing to gather his shoes from the floor below, he rushed from the barn naked, garments clutched before him, as if fleeing from some terrible demon. . But flight was useless.
The demon was terrible, no doubt of that, but the demon dwelt within his mind and within his loins, and Jack knew, even as he fled, that there could be no escape from that lusting beast; that it lived in the caverns of his being, and would devour him in time.
"Ohhh!" Susan wailed, as her father rushed from the barn. Need-her own particular demon, need-rushed like a tidal wave through her body. She began clawing at her pussy, but it was no good; she was too excited to settle for autoeroticism.
Hearing her cry out in anguish, Sam slowed his strokes and looked at the frustrated girl. When he saw that Jack had abandoned her, he took pity on her plight. He motioned for her to join them.
Susan obeyed as if compelled, crawling forward, but this wasn't what she wanted now. She wanted to fuck her father, to experience the thrill that Brenda was experiencing. Still, joining them was better than nothing, and she did so willing.
She hovered beside them, not sure how to join in.
Sam withdrew his hot cock from his daughter for a moment and turned Brenda onto her side. Then he slipped the meat to her from the rear. Brenda, understanding why he'd changed positions, raised her thigh.
Susan, still hurt by her father's abandonment, stared down at Brenda's cunt as Sam's tool slid into it. Then she smiled through her tears, seeing the great benefit of this position. Bending down, she began to tongue Brenda's pussy and Sam's cock at the same time. Her hot tongue curled and flared. She lapped up Sam's prick, running her tongue all the way up from his bloated balls as he drew out, then tonguing Brenda's clit while he plunged in. She shoved her tongue in beside his prick, up the hot hole. She opened her lips wide, mouthing them both, sucking and tonguing and nibbling greedily. Fitting her lips to his shaft, she let him run through her mouth en route to Brenda's snatch.
Sam was moving slowly now, savoring this incredible dual sensation of wet mouth and wet cunt on every stroke.
Susan, panting wildly, grasped his cock and pulled the knob out of Brenda's gash, so that she could suck it for a few delicious moments, while Brenda moaned and writhed at her temporary vacancy.
After relishing the hot mouthful for a little while, Susan placed the knob back in Brenda's twat and folded her lips around the girl's swollen clit, sucking on the throbbing nugget as if it were a cockhead.
"I want to get fucked, too!" she wailed.
Sam was merciful. He drew his steaming cock free and turned his daughter onto her back once more. Then he took Susan by the hips and placed her on top of Brenda. Spreading his knees wide, he mounted them both.
Sam began fucking both girls with alternating strokes. His taut ass swung from side to side, altering the angle without changing the rhythm as he shoveled his fat dick up Susan on one stroke, then up Brenda on the next. It took the two girls only a few moments to find the proper pace, and then they were moving with him, their loins gliding side by side, meeting his cock on every second stroke.
It was even better, in a way, than getting every thrust by themselves. The momentary period of abandonment allowed their cunts to cool slightly, so that they could make it last longer. The fleeing frustration made the thrill all the greater.
Sam was generous.
Susan and Brenda were not greedy.
Sharing his cock thrust for thrust, they rolled their hands together and kissed. Their lips parted and their tongues flashed back and forth and their mouths worked sensuously together. This made Sam so hot that he began fucking mightily, rattling their spines, and that, in turn, made the girls so hot that they began fingering each other's nipples while they swapped tongues.
Sam howled like a wounded beast and his great slimy spurt burst into Brenda's twat. Moving with lightning speed, he pulled out and plunged up Susan's cunt just in time to hose her womb with his second creamy geyser.
The powerful ejaculation sapped his energy then, and as he valiantly aimed for his daughter with the third burst, he was not quite quick enough. The spunk shot out and skimmed up her belly before he could sheath his prick. Swinging up to Susan, he buried his cock and let the last dregs trickle out in her flooded hole.
Seeing that Sam was finished, Susan rolled over and lapped up his cream from Brenda's belly. Then she lay back, and they all collapsed into a cluster of flesh, panting and gasping.
When she had recovered enough to speak, Susan said "I wonder why Daddy wouldn't fuck me?
Sam smiled. "Maybe something can be arrang?ed," he said.
CHAPTER NINE
"I wonder where the men have gone to?" Claire said.
Jessica looked away and shrugged. Jessica had a pretty good idea where the men were and, furthermore, what they were up to. She didn't mind at all. In fact, she found the idea tremendously stimulating and would have liked to watch or participate. She and Sam had discussed it several times, and both agreed it would be exciting to have their daughter join them in the sex act, but they'd never known how to approach the subject.
They were pretty sure that Brenda would be more than willing, it was simply that the time had never been right to suggest it; the proper opportunity hadn't presented itself. Now, she thought-and hoped-Sam had finally got around to it, and she was looking forward to a chance to join in.
But that chance probably wouldn't come until the Marlowes were gone, she thought. She didn't feel that Claire was ready for anything like that, and she didn't want to risk their relationship by going too far.
Nor did she want Claire to interfere. Therefore, she made no mention of the barn. "Oh, they're probably having a walk down by the stream."
"Maybe we tired them out, huh?"
"Maybe."
"I hope not. I'm getting horny again. Funny thing about sex, the more you have, the more you need." She sighed. "Well, I guess we'll just have to wait."
"We could do each other," Jessica suggested, with a wicked gleam in her eye.
"Jessica! Oh, you are depraved," Claire said, laughing, not knowing if her friend was serious.
Jessica decided Claire wasn't ready for that, either, and said, "Well, I never have, you know. But the idea doesn't repel me. Does it you?"
"Ummm. No, I don't suppose so. Sometime."
They sat in silence for a while. Jessica was wondering if she should press on. In truth, .she'd never made love with another woman, but the idea had intrigued her for quite awhile. She was always looking for new ways to get a sexual thrill and the idea of eating a juicy cunt had a definite appeal.
She was pretty sure that Claire, hot-blooded woman that she was, wouldn't object too strongly, but she was afraid that afterward, when her lust had cooled, Claire would be ashamed and the situation would get uncomfortable.
Claire, on the other hand, had never considered Lesbianism before, and was surprised to find that the idea was very interesting. If Jessica had simply knelt down and lifted her dress, Claire would have closed her eyes and let her friend do whatever she wished. But she still had inhibitions and so she didn't dare suggest it.
After a while, Jessica said, "Well, why don't we take a stroll down by the stream and see if we can find our husbands?"
Claire agreed.
They went out and Jessica was careful to lead her friend away from the barn...
Jack was crouching in the bushes beside the barn, putting his clothing on. He saw the women emerge from the house and held his breath, afraid they were heading in his direction. When they turned the opposite way, he sighed with relief and finished putting his clothes on. Then he walked quickly up to the house and went to the guest bedroom.
Stretched out on the bed, he thought about his daughter. They were very graphic thoughts. He remembered how her sweet little lips had curled outward around Chuck's fat cock and how her pussy had unfolded when Sam ran his thick prick up her hole and how hungrily she'd lapped at Brenda's wet twat. He thought about how she'd jerked the pony off, too, and far from being repelled he wished very much that he'd been there to watch.
Then he thought about fucking her. He wanted to so badly he could taste it, and he wondered why he should have a hangup about incest. After all, if he had no objections to her fucking men and sucking women and masturbating ponies, why should he balk at a little fatherly love?
Yet the opportunity had been there, and he'd passed it up. He felt sure that there would be other opportunities, too, and he wondered how he would react. Or had he, by refusing her, perhaps destroyed the chance of further opportunities? He didn't know, and he didn't know if he hoped that were true or not. He only knew that his cock was burning for the sweet meat of his daughter's pussy and his mind was torn by terrible doubts.
Presently, unable to bear it any longer, he opened his trousers and jerked off with firm, decisive strokes. He wasn't worried about wasting his sexual energy that way, for he knew he'd be horny again soon enough. A man who has seen his daughter fuck and suck should always be able to get a hard-on by recalling the event, he knew, and when he came, his great creamy wad almost reached the ceiling...
Chuck was sitting on the bank of the stream, tossing pebbles into the water and sulking. He curled his lower lip out sullenly. It wasn't fair, he thought. Why should Sam Claymore send him away when the fun was just beginning? After all, it was his dream, wasn't it?
He thought about what they must be doing in the barn and about how much fun he was missing, and his cock swelled painfully against his trousers. But he didn't want to jerk off because he still hoped that he would be summoned back to the barn and he wanted to be ready to do his chores in a proper fashion.
So he sat there, feeling very put upon, and tossed little stones into the water and watched the concentric circles ripple outward, wider and wider, just like the thrill of an orgasm.
Chuck was still sitting there when Jessica and Claire came strolling up the opposite bank. They paused and he looked up. Not sure if they were part of his dream or if they were real, he tried to hide his erection by folding his arms across his knees. But erections are difficult to hide from cock-eyed women like Jessica, and she raised her eyebrows.
"Haven't you any work to do?" she asked. "Yeah," he said.
"Then why are you just sitting here?"
"Just taking a quick break," he said. Jessica winked at Claire. "Well, get up, then," she said.
Chuck gnawed on his lip. He knew that if he stood up his erection would be revealed.
"What a lazy boy," Jessica said to Claire. "I suppose we simply must find something for him to do."
"Jessica! You wouldn't! Not a hired hand?"
"Why not? After all, our husbands deserted us."
"But that's awful! It's... unfaithful! I mean, it's not the same as swapping when your husband knows about it. It's sneaking behind his back... "
"Oh, I'd tell him, afterward."
"Well, I certainly want no part of any such thing," said Claire firmly.
"Suit yourself. But he does look sturdy, doesn't he?"
"Well... "
Chuck was staring balefully at the women, wondering what they were talking about. "Oh, come on, Claire. Don't be so stuffy," Jessica coaxed, feeling devilish and knowing it would be more fun if her friend joined in. After all, she had nothing to talk about with a young farm boy, not that talk was her main interest. She'd gotten excited when they had talked about the idea of pussy-sucking and that excitement, which had been merely simmering, had flowered into flame when she saw the huge lump in Chuck's britches. Every bit as uninhibited as her husband, and not giving a damn what the locals thought, anyway, Jessica fully intended to make use of this young hired hand-this Jack-of-all-trades who was available at the moment.
"Well, I'll wait for you, anyhow," Claire said. "If you're really serious about it."
"Damn right I'm serious," Jessica said.
She removed her shoes and stepped barefoot into the quick, cool stream. The water was shallow, rippling over a stony bed, and even in the deepest part, where it swirled around a large, flat rock, the level wouldn't have risen about mid-calf. But perhaps Jessica didn't know this; perhaps she was not skilled in calculating water levels.
At any rate, she raised her skirt to keep it dry, and, to make sure it was dry, she raised it all the way to her waist. Since she wore no panties, she didn't have to remove any, although she undoubtedly would have, in her seeming concern for dryness. Stepping cautiously, she started crossing the stream.
Chuck gaped at her red pubic hair, a larger duplicate of Brenda's, which he knew so well. But he supposed it was an accidentally afforded glimpse. Maybe Mrs. Claymore didn't realize she was flashing her cunt at him. It seemed a bit much to think both mother and daughter were lewd, even in a dream. It seemed even worse, somehow, in the lad's eyes, for this was a married woman and he knew that adultery was a terrible sin. Why, there was even a Commandment against com?mitting adultery, and there wasn't one that said Thou Shalt Not Fuck, so it must be much more sinful. On the other hand, there was no Commandment about dreaming...
Jessica forded the stream and sat on the grassy bank beside the nervous youth. Claire moved a little way off and pretended she wasn't interested.
"I see that at least you brought your tools, you lazy boy," Jessica said.
"Ma'am?"
"That is a tool, isn't it?"
Chuck followed the line of her vision and discovered to his horror that she was gazing directly at his crotch. He gulped. Obviously this was a naive and Godly woman who was too chaste to recognize a hard-on! If she discovered the truth, she would undoubtedly fire him on the spot, whereupon he'd lose a soft job and a chance at Brenda both. He gulped nervously and Jessica frowned impatiently.
"Oh, yes," the boy assured her. "Yes, it's my tool kit, it surely is."
"Funny place to carry it."
"That's so as to keep my hands free for hard labor, ma'am."
"I see. Well, that's commendable. But it looks like an awfully large sort of tool. What do you have there? A chisel? A screwdriver? A rake, perchance? A hoe for the turning of fertile soil or a plowshare for digging furrows?"
Chuck gaped, wide-eyed and confused. Claire was giggling and Jessica was struggling to keep a straight face. After several abortive attempts, she forced herself to look suspicious. "Or is it a baseball bat?" she accused him. "Have you been playing idle games instead of working?"
"Oh no!"
"I'd better make sure of that," she said. "It's my wifely duty to make sure my husband's employees aren't malingering during working hours."
Reaching across his lap, Jessica began unbutton?ing his fly.
Chuck was too bemused to react and he just sat there, looking bewildered. As soon as the last button was undone, she reached in and took a firm grip on his cock; hauled it out for inspection.
"What a curious implement," she said. "Why, I haven't the faintest idea what use this could be. Still, it does look useful, at that. Some specialized farm instrument, no doubt. Claire! Will you look at this weird tool?"
Claire wandered over and looked down.
"Any idea what this could be?"
The tormented youth looked pitifully up at Claire, hoping she would not give the truth away, but to his great relief she, too, seemed incredibly naive.
"Well, it's certainly not a pitchfork," she said.
"It's big enough to be a tractor."
"Could it be a thrasher?"
"Well, it could thrash, no doubt."
"Maybe he stores grain in it, like a silo?"
"Or swings it, cutting sugar cane?"
"Perhaps he uses it to tap maple trees, letting the sweet sap trickle down this little opening in the tip. I'll bet that's it! I'll bet it's filled with maple syrup!"
Jessica clapped her hands together, delighted with this explanation. Then she gripped the stout pole again and squinted at the lad. "Is that what it's for?" she demanded.
"Well... "
"It better be useful for something, or else I'll have my husband fire you."
"Yes! That's right. It's a special tool for tapping maple trees, that's surely what it is!"
"Do you think he's telling the truth, Claire?"
Claire shrugged. She had joined completely into the spirit of this encounter now, forgetting that it was not quite proper.
"He looks rather shifty-eyed," she said.
"I thought so, too. I wish there was some way to tell whether he's being truthful... "
"Well, I have a suggestion... "
"Yes?"
"If that strange thing has been used to store maple syrup, it ought to taste sweet, don't you think?"
Chuck turned pale. Obviously these women weren't as stupid as they seemed! They were going to test him out! They'd find out he was lying!
Thinking fast, he said, "Well, maple sap ain't sweet when it comes from the tree, you know. It has to get boiled down first."
"Oh, I see. Then it should just taste like sap, is that right? I understand now. It trickles down into these hairy bags underneath and they get hot and boil it down and then it runs out again in a purer form... "
"Sort of," said the nervous youth.
"You'd better check on that, Jessica," Claire said. "I still don't trust him."
Jessica turned her face away and Chuck thought he had gained a reprieve, but she'd merely looked away so that he wouldn't see the uncontrollable smile that tilted her moist red lips. She winked at Claire. Then she turned back quickly and bent down.
She ran her hot tongue across Chuck's bulging, purple cockhead.
Chuck yelped as her tongue slurped over his sensitive glans. I'm caught! he thought. Then: But maybe not! After all, if she don't know what a cock looks like, she can't very well know what it tastes like...
He waited anxiously for her pronouncement.
Claire, too, waited. She had stopped smiling now and her eyes were narrowed.
Jessica leaned back and ran her tongue over her lips thoughtfully. Then she nodded. "It does taste like maple sap," she said. "I believe he was telling the truth."
"But he might be tricking you," Claire said. "Maybe he just rubbed it against a tree in order to build an alibi for his laziness."
"That could be. But how can we tell?"
Claire grinned wickedly. "Well, if it's what he claims it is, there ought to be some real sweet syrup stored up inside it... " she said.
"That's right. How do I make the syrup come out, Chuck?"
Chuck was speechless.
"I suppose it works like a pump," Claire said, helpfully. "If you pump it up and down, it ought to work."
"Well, I'll try. And you'd better not be lying to us, you lazy boy!"
Whereupon Jessica, dutiful wife that she was, anxious to protect her husband from indolent workers, began to jerk the lad's tool up and down.
Her hand skimmed smoothly over him as she operated the well-tuned machinery of his sex, and she bent lower and lower, watching as his organ grew harder and hotter. The tip flared out in an angry red bulb.
Jessica licked her lips greedily. Her face was so close to him now that her eyes crossed and she looked almost idiotic as she crouched there, gazing adoringly at his cock. Her tongue pushed out and she licked tentatively at the dark-fleshed tip, licked again, more willingly, began tonguing the smoking knob with lavish sweeps. Soon his cockhead was sparkling with saliva, gleaming like a dull ruby.
Jessica sighed lovingly and slipped the tight collar of her lips down over the swollen crown. She sucked voraciously, then began running her mouth " up and down the fat shaft, taking him as far into her throat as she could. With his spike hammered into her mouth, she slurped on it, gurgling with pleasure and whimpering with passion. When she raised her head, her lips seemed to resist the motion. They turned outward, trying to retain the succulent mouthful, pulling all the way up his thundering stalk. Then, reaching the top, with only the head still in her mouth, she slurped on it, drooling heavily, salivating on the slimy shaft.
His cock got bigger and bigger, until she could feel the huge meat come in contact with both cheeks at the same time, stuffing her oral chasm.
It felt as if she'd popped a hot potato into her mouth and then, finding it too hot to swallow, was letting it cool in the moist cavern. But instead of cooling, that meaty potato got hotter and hotter. It threatened to scald her tastebuds, to ruin her appetite for lesser fare. But it tasted so delicious that the wanton woman could not resist. All will power evaporated with the first bite of some rare delicacy and only a total fast could keep her from gluttony.
"Mumphhf!" she gulped, shoving her head down.
"Ulp!" she gasped, as the great knob lodged firmly in her throat.
"Slurp," went her tongue as she bobbed up again.
Claire squatted down on the other side of the stricken youth, watching with rare fascination. She understood the gluttony that had seized her friend, for a hint of similar greed was stirring through her own body.
Eating cock, she knew, was like eating salted peanuts; it could be avoided easily enough if a girl didn't take the first small nibble, but that first taste simply demanded further sampling. Nor was she sure she wanted to fast, or to deprive herself, or to starve her lust. The idea of blowing a hired handyman would never have occurred to Claire, by herself, but watching Jessica relish his stout prick caused her mouth to water.
She grinned, thinking: At least cock, unlike peanuts, doesn't have many calories.
And that fact alone, to a weight-conscious, modern-minded woman, was incentive enough...
"May I have a taste?" she asked.
Jessica rolled her eyes and slurped.
"Please?"
Reluctantly, Jessica pulled her lips from the great meaty slab and, holding it by the root, pushed the thick lever toward her friend.
Claire licked the tip once, then mouthed it, tilting her head from side to side and worrying the rod like a dog with a bone.
Seeing Claire sucking cock excited Jessica. She waited as long as she could, then yanked the hard shaft away from Claire and popped her own mouth onto it. She took a long pull of bulging glans, then generously passed it back to Claire.
The two women began alternating on his cock, taking several sucks and then passing it on. They were sharing his stick as if it were a joint of marijuana being passed around, dragging deeply when it was their turn, but not trying to take more than a fair share of the fat weed, knowing there was more than enough to give them both a high. Chuck's cock began to dribble. With the preliminary fluid tingling on their tastebuds, the women sucked even harder, each secretly hoping that it would be their own hot mouth that received the great seminal flood.
With completion so near, they became more selfish, less willing to yield up the savory delicacy. Instead of politely waiting to be served, the women began mouthing his prick at the same time. They shared the knob equally, their lips meeting in the center just as if they had been kissing one another while munching a bone.
From time to time one of the women relented, giving up the whole knob and slipping her lips down the shaft. They lapped at his balls, knowing that it would help heat those swollen boilers and hasten the making of the sweet syrup.
Their tongues flashed up and down the bulging vein and curled behind the ledge of the glans. Then, once again, they both fastened their lips to the glowing head. His cock had grown so huge now that there was plenty for both as they sucked on his hot meat. Their lips met and their tongues twined together, running over his burning meat.
The great rubbery shaft began to horn and vibrate. The shaft pounded and thumped, and his balls expanded like balloons.
Knowing what this heralded, both greedy girls chortled and gurgled like children awaiting the first taste of maple sugar in some idyllic pastoral childhood. Their asses squirmed and their hips twisted frantically. Hot cream gushed down their thighs. So marvelous was this communal banquet that they were both writhing with orgasm without even touching their cunts.
Then Chuck's great tree-tapper erupted.
A thick wedge of cream boiled from the knob, and the women tilted their heads together, cheek to cheek, as they shared the fruit of their labors.
Working in perfect harmony, they drained his cock to the very dregs and then neatly lapped up the few drops which has escaped and run down the shaft.
Chuck felt as if his guts were being sucked out. He also felt wonderful.
Sitting back, Claire and Jessica smiled at each other, licking their lips like contented cats.
"Ummm. Sweet," Claire said, using her tongue to gather up a drop of spunk which had run down onto her chin.
"I guess he wasn't lying," Jessica agreed. "That was the purest syrup I ever had."
Chuck heaved a sigh of relief. Boy! he thought. Are these big city women ever dumb!
Jessica rose and nudged the prostrate lad in the ribs with her foot.
He opened a wary eye.
"Well?" she said. "Are you going to lie there all day? Get up and find a maple tree and tap it, so that your tool will be filled again, just in case Claire and I get the urge for a snack later on." The women laughed.
Chuck, naturally enough, assumed they were laughing because they both had a sweet tooth, and felt naughty because they'd drank it all up and saved none for their families.
CHAPTER TEN
Claire and Jack were a bit tense and edgy the rest of the day. Claire felt guilty because she'd given a blow job-well, half a blow job, anyway-to Chuck.
It hadn't been the same as a swap, she thought; it had been more like adultery. She felt that she ought to confess, but couldn't get the nerve up and, besides, she had no time alone with her husband.
Jack, for his part, didn't notice his wife's edginess because he was disturbed himself. He, too, felt he should make a confession, that he should tell Claire what had happened in the barn. But he was afraid she wouldn't understand how helpless he had been, how dominated by lust and incapable of preventing the scene.
Sam and Jessica, on the other hand, suffered no guilt, on the contrary, they shared their experiences and had no secrets from one another. No sooner had she got a chance than Jessica told her husband how she and Claire had sucked off the hired hand. After she'd described that scene, in all the graphic details-and obviously enjoying the telling-she'd assumed a modest look and said, "I hope you aren't too terribly angry, dear?"
Then Sam had regarded her speculatively and, correctly judging the extent of his wife's depravity, told her that he'd caught Chuck with the two young girls in the barn.
That had fired Jessica's imagination and she'd demanded the details. Sam told her that Susan had been sucking the youth's cock while Brenda waited impatiently, and Jessica had been disappointed at not hearing more sordid and juicy details about her daughter. She wished that Brenda had been the participant instead of Susan.
Sam saw how she felt, and he proceeded to tell his wife how Jack had fucked Brenda while he fucked Susan. That got Jessica very excited. It got Sam excited, too. In fact, he got so excited that he went on to tell her how he had also fucked his-their-own daughter.
Jessica had been shocked, for a moment. She wasn't angry, simply overwhelmed by the ad?mission. But then she'd smiled and agreed that nothing was more exciting than incest, and the two free-thinking, uninhibited people began planning further situations.
And what of Brenda and Susan?
How did those young girls react to what had happened? Was Susan mortified at what she'd done? At having her father discover her with a cock in her mouth? At losing her cherry to Sam? At-worst of all-suggesting to her father that he fuck her? Or Brenda, what of her? With her passion abated, did she regret what she'd done? Would incestual behavior ruin the poor young lass? Would the experience be traumatic, twisting her perspec?tive?
Far from it.
Brenda and Susan spent the whole afternoon giggling together, pleased with themselves at their wanton lack of remorse.
The evening came, and passed. They all had dinner together at the huge oaken table, then had a few drinks and listened to records. Presently, Brenda and Susan, without being told, went to bed. A bit later the adults, by tacit agreement, also went to bed.
They swapped partners, of course, and Sam took Claire to his bedroom. Claire, because she felt guilty, wished she could have slept with her own husband that night, but she could think of no way to suggest that without offending Sam. Sometimes, she realized, it was less embarrassing to be wanton than it was to be proper. So she went along with it, because that was what they were there for, and after a while, with Sam's long, tapering cock sweeping up her cunt, she forgot about her guilt and had a good time.
Jessica took Jack to the guest room. They were both rather quiet and contemplative as they undressed, but then, fucking slowly and comfortably, Jessica mentioned that Sam had told her about the affair in the barn.
Jack's prick ballooned inside her.
"Everything?" he croaked, hardly able to believe that Sam had confessed to incest.
"Everything," she whispered.
"You... don't... mind...?" he asked, punctuating each word with a rippling thrust up her steaming cunt.
"Oh, no! I think it's wonderful... "
"Even... with Brenda?"
"Oh, yes! That's the most thrilling part of all. I loved hearing about it. It made my pussy cream. But I don't understand why you ran off instead of fucking Susan, Jack. Don't you want to fuck her?"
"God, yes! But I... somehow I just couldn't do it... "
"You're too bound to conventions."
"Maybe... "
"I'll bet you'll do it sometime, Jack... "
"No," he said. Then: "Maybe. I don't know. I don't intend to, but sometime... it might just happen... "
And thinking of that possibility, Jack felt his balls boil over, and he came so mightily that Jessica thought her internal organs were going to be carried away, like flotsam, in the surging tide.
Then Jack lay in a stupor, all his vitality spent in the explosive orgasm. He was dimly aware that Jessica had gotten out of bed, that she had turned the lights off, leaving the room in darkness. She murmured something about going to the bathroom, told him she'd be right back, and left the room. Jack drifted into slumber, thinking of his daughter, hoping to dream of her, erotically, hoping to know her nubile young body in the safety of his sleep.
Jessica moved silently down the hall. She paused outside the door of her own bedroom and listened, ear to the wood, smiling faintly. She heard the bed squeak rhythmically and smiled, knowing that her husband was fucking Claire with those long, lazy strokes which his formidable cock accomplished so nicely. She also knew that one of those slow-paced fucks lasted a long time, and that it would keep Claire fully occupied-in every sense of the word-for at least an hour. Jessica wanted Claire to be occupied. Claire, she thought, was not really liberated enough...
Not for what she had in mind.
She moved on to her daughter's room.
Jessica entered without knocking. The two young girls were in bed, but they had the sheet pulled up, and Jessica, to her mild disappointment, couldn't see if they were fingering one another. She crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed, next to Brenda.
Brenda's smile was warm.
"Hi, Mom," she said. "Did you come to tuck us in?"
"Hardly. I have an idea that would be pointless, once you two naughty little girls started squirming around."
"What do you mean, Mom?" Brenda asked, wide-eyed and feigning innocent lack of com?prehension.
Susan slid down lower, drawing the sheet right up to her eyes and looking frightened.
"Your father told me how much fun you two have together," Jessica said, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, golly! Did he, really?"
"Um-hum."
"Are you mad?"
"Oh, no. If you enjoy it, why shouldn't you do it? No, I'm not angry. In fact... I'm curious. Strange as it may seem, you seem to have passed me in experience, Brenda. It makes me feel sort of old... "
"Oh, you aren't old, Mom," Brenda said. "It's just that you're lucky enough to get all the cock you need, so you don't have to do it with girls. Gee, Suzy and I prefer men, you know. But when we're alone... "
"Yes, I've heard how much you like men, too."
"Daddy told you about that, huh?" Brenda said dubiously, wondering just how much her mother I knew. "Yes, he told me everything."
"You aren't... jealous, are you?"
"Of course not. In fact, I'll tell you a secret.
While you and Suzy were in the barn with your fathers, Claire and I were giving Chuck a blow job."
"Wow! You're really naughty, Mom."
Jessica took that as intended-as a compliment.
Susan was blushing, both because of what she'd done and because of what her mother had been doing at the same time. Somehow, it seemed worse for her mother, but, also, the worst things were always the most thrilling.
Jessica seemed to be contemplating, debating or gathering her thoughts. After a few minutes, she said, "I suppose you girls have already... made love... tonight?"
"Not yet," Brenda said. "We were just sort of talking about all the things that happened today."
"Oh. I... I really am curious about... what you do for each other... "
Jessica sounded tense and nervous, which was not like her. But she was moving tentatively through a strange new situation, two new situations, actually-Lesbianism and incest.
"You really never tried it, huh?"
"No. But I've thought about it."
"Did Daddy describe what we did?"
"Ummm. It sounded awfully nice."
"Maybe you ought to try it, Mom."
"I thought so, too. I suggested it to Claire, earlier, but then we ran into Chuck before we got around to it."
"Oh!" Susan blurted out, her voice muffled through the sheet. "Oh, my mother wouldn't do that!"
"Why not? You do. Do you think you're more liberal than your mother?"
"Well... gee... It's one thing for us young girls, but golly, for a mother?"
"I'm a mother," Jessica said.
A meaningful silence filled the dimly lighted room. Everyone seemed to be holding their breath. Then, abruptly, everyone was breathing hard.
"You... want to watch us do it, Mom?" Brenda asked, her voice trembling.
"Would you mind?"
"I... guess not. It would probably be... exciting... "
"Oh dear! I'd be too ashamed... " Susan said. "You weren't ashamed in front of your father."
"Well, gee... I was too hot to think."
"Aren't you hot now?"
"Well... yes! All this talk always makes me hot!" the embarrassed girl admitted.
Jessica took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She was no longer hesitant, no longer uncertain. Smiling, she drew the sheet down all the way. Both girls were naked, side by side, their hips touching. Jessica gazed at them as if she'd never looked at a female body before. God, she thought. I never realized how sexy a girl is. It's no wonder men are horny all the time.
"Will you show me, Brenda?" she asked.
Brenda hesitated for a moment.
Then she grinned.
"Sure, Mom," she said, dutiful daughter that she was.
Brenda slid down the bed. Susan's sexy little body was stiff and she kept her legs tightly together, concealing her tingling pussy. But her nipples were standing away from her titties, stiff and taut, and it was evident that her lack of response had nothing to do with lack of desire.
Susan stared dumbly at Jessica, hardly able to believe the situation she was in; like Chuck, she thought that she must be dreaming.
Brenda began stroking Susan's thighs.
Resting her chin on Susan's flat belly, she glanced sideways, with lowered lashes, at her mother. Jessica smiled encouragingly. Then Brenda turned her face and began blowing her hot breath on Susan's trembling loins. Her mouth was pressed against her friend's pubic mound, and her breath billowed there, ruffling the wiry hair.
Slowly, as if possessed of a will of their own, Susan's thighs began to open.
Inch by inch, those smooth columns parted, letting Brenda's breath flow against her steaming crotch. Her clit squeezed out, stiffening, and she gasped.
"Oh!" Susan cried. "Oh. Oh. Oh." And then her legs parted wide and she drew her knees up.
Brenda began kneading her swollen clit, rolling it between thumb and forefinger first and then rubbing it with her palm, while her fingers slipped up and down the hot, wet slit. Susan's twat unfurled like a pink flower in the sunlight, the soft petals sparkling with dew. The dark inner flesh was pulsing and nectar welled up in the shadowed recesses of that snug hole.
Brenda pushed her middle finger up Susan's cunt.
She added her index finger, shoving both fingers in to. the knuckle and moving them in her cunt, twisting them from side to side as they pushed in and out, finger-fucking slowly and steadily.
Susan began to vibrate, her whole body quivering, and her pussy pulled at Brenda's stiff fingers, as if seeking to draw the girl's whole arm up her cunt.
"Want me to lick it?" Brenda whispered.
"Ohhh, yes!"
Her tongue pushed out. The tip pressed against the lowest part of the wet crack, then slid all the way up the gaping slit. She covered the clit with a series of fluttering tongue-strokes, then turned her chin down and sent her tongue gliding as far as possible up the burning crevice. With her tongue sheathed to the roots, Brenda fitted her lips to Susan's steaming cuntlips and began sucking avidly.
"Oh, that looks good!" Jessica cried.
Brenda drew back, her chin streaked with cuntjuice and her eyes gleaming wickedly.
"Want to try it, Mom?" she asked.
Jessica nodded and stretched out at the foot of the bed. She moved up Susan's thighs, licking and lapping as she approached her pussy. Then, with her mouth inches away from the flooded gash, she paused momentarily. She was embarrassed, not at what she was doing, but because her own daughter had shown her how it was done. That made Jessica feel young and naive and innocent, which were things she hadn't felt in years. But it was a stimulating embarrassment, the same sort she'd thrilled to the first time, years before, when she'd taken a cock into her mouth. No element of reluctance went along with it.
She pressed her smiling lips to Susan's twat and began eating the fourteen-year-old girl eagerly. Her first slurps were uncertain, but she soon saw how perfectly natural and instinctive it was, and within seconds she was eating pussy like a professional.
Susan flopped about wildly, crazed by lust.
Brenda watched, beaming happily, proud of her mother.
Jessica found that a mouthful of cuntjuice was a magical thing. It seemed to seep down past her stomach-to course into her own pussy, filling it with cream. With her mouth firmly clamped on Susan's cuntlips, Jessica reached down and began rubbing her own cunt.
Brenda noticed this.
A bright flame flashed in her eyes, as if reflecting some intense fire within her brain.
"You don't have to do that, Mom," she whispered. "That's why girls get together... so they don't have to rub themselves off... "
She waited a moment after speaking, then reached out and took her mother's hand, pulled it gently away from the woman's crotch. Her own hand dipped in and she began finger-fucking her mother's fiery pussy.
Jessica's ass humped wildly and her soft hips lashed from side to side.
"Oh! It's wonderful!" she moaned.
Then: "Is it good, Suzy? Am I making you feel good? Am I doing it right?"
"Yes!" Susan wailed.
"What does it feel like?" the oversexed woman asked, pulling her lips back to speak, but still flicking her tongue up the flooded gash.
Susan was too tightly gripped by passion to reply. "I wish I knew what it felt like!" Jessica moaned.
Brenda looked at her. Jessica looked back at her daughter.
"You really want to know, Mom?" Brenda asked.
Jessica nodded.
And Brenda suddenly shook all over as a great wave of pure lust racked her being. Whimpering, she spun around and buried her face between her mother's slime-streaked thighs.
Jessica gasped as she felt her daughter's hot tongue lash her smoldering pussy.
At the same moment Susan cried out and her cunt opened, melting. Her thick cream poured out into Jessica's greedy lips. Jessica whimpered and drank deeply from the flowing fountain, letting the foamy cream trickle over her tongue and down her throat. She sucked steadily, until Susan's snatch was drained. Then she turned over, lifting one knee, and gazed in rapture at her daughter-at the top of her daughter's head, buried there between her meaty thighs.
"Turn around!" she wailed.
Brenda swiveled, reversing the position and throwing one knee across her mother's lust-contorted face. Jessica lifted her head as Brenda lowered her crotch, and the two, mother and daughter, began sixty-nining furiously. Brenda's cunt was so hot that Jessica's whole face was sliding around in the delicious swamp, and Jessica had already started to pump hot cream into Brenda's mouth.
Jessica gave a cry like a wounded beast as the peak of her orgasm ripped through her like a fiery lance.
Brenda gurgled happily, slurping up the gushing pussy syrup in huge mouthfuls.
Then, when her mother's cunt had been drained, she rose up, kneeling over the woman's upturned face, feeling the ecstasy shudder through her loins. Jessica cupped the slender girl's ass and tilted her crotch, lifted her hips and thirstily drank the boiling nectar.
She drained Brenda from the depths, emptying her completely and then licking the rim of that magnificent pussy, gathering up every last droplet.
Smiling blissfully, the two women lay together, panting.
Susan gazed at them. Despite her recent orgasm, Susan had gotten hot all over again, watching them go at it.
Susan wanted to get fucked.
Then Sam came into the room.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Sam and Jessica had planned this evening well, and Sam had done his initial part most admirably. Holding his ejaculation by a tight rein, he had fucked Claire steadily for over an hour.
Claire had been ripped by orgasm after orgasm, each one more powerful than the last, until finally she had been pleading for mercy, begging him to finish. Heedless to her pleas, the potent man had continued to fuck at her molten cunt until she was half-unconscious and dazed by the rapid succession of quick-fire climaxes. Then, finally, he had let his smoking wad explode inside her. His ejaculation was tremendous, all the more powerful for having been held in check for so long, and it seemed to Claire that a thunder storm was raging in her cunt. Lightning seemed to flash from his cockhead and his balls clapped together like thunder. At the same instant she was hammered by her final roaring climax, and Claire had fallen into exhausted slumber even before Sam withdrew his cock from her spent pussy.
As soon as he was sure she was asleep, Sam left the room and went to his daughter's room where he was overjoyed to discover that his wife, too, had succeeded in the first phase of their plan.
Grinning, Sam joined the three women on the bed.
"We've been eating cunt, Daddy," Brenda informed him, just as if she'd been happily reporting that she got an A in English class.
"God, I never knew how wonderful it is," Jessica said. "Brenda sucked me bone-dry. We both ate Suzy and then we ate each other and, oh! It's simply wonderful."
"Now we're ready for cock," Susan said, too hot to worry about being too forward.
Sam chuckled.
"Well, I've just shot off in your mother's cunt," he said. "Almost blew my brains out. I'm afraid I'll have to recover for a little while. And I certainly won't be able to fuck all three of you."
Susan wailed in disappointment.
"I need cock!" she cried.
"Shall I suck you a little?" Jessica volunteered. "No, I've been sucked enough. I want to get fucked!"
Sam and Jessica exchanged a conspiratorial glance.
"I have an idea," Jessica said. Susan looked hopefully at her. "Your father is all alone... "
"Oh, I couldn't!" Susan wailed. "Don't you want to fuck your father?"
"Yes! But he won't!"
"Ah, but the room is dark, and he's almost asleep. If someone were to crawl in bed with him, he'd think that it was me."
Susan gasped at the thought. "He might... find out."
Jessica shrugged. "Well, it's the only hard cock available," she said. "It's a beauty, too."
"You really don't think he'd guess who it was?"
"Of course not. In the dark it will just be another hot cunt pulling at his prick."
Susan began trembling at the thought.
Sam shifted uncomfortably, trying to conceal the fact that his prick had begun to harden.
But he needn't have bothered.
Susan was no longer looking at Sam. Her eyes were glazed, and her thoughts were on her father. The other three were staring at her, waiting hopefully.
Then Susan grinned.
Without a word she got up from the bed and moved naked to the door. Then she turned back and winked at them before she went out and padded silently down the hallway.
"I hope you're not really too tired?" Jessica said to her husband after Susan left.
Grinning, he let his knee move to the side and his stout prick bounced upward, slapping against his belly. It wasn't quite hard yet, but it was already fat and the tip had begun to spread outward into a meaty wedge.
He said, "Oh, I'll recover soon enough. Of course, it might help if you two inspired me."
"How would we do that, Daddy?"
"Well, I did miss all the earlier fun, and I've never watched my wife and my daughter eat each other... "
"You're a dirty old man," Jessica said. "Surely you don't think we'd do that in front of you?"
"Yep," he said. "That's what I thought."
And, of course, he was right.
And it did work, too, for as he watched his wife and his daughter gobble pussy, his cock got as hard as a bar of tempered steel and, all in all, it was a very enjoyable night.
Susan opened the door and slipped quickly through, closing it softly behind her. Then she paused, holding her breath, terrified that her father had caught a glimpse of her as she entered. But his breathing was deep and regular and he didn't speak. Encouraged, the wanton girl moved across the room and crawled into bed beside him. Jack stirred.
"Jessica?" he murmured.
His hand moved out and patted Susan's hip. Finding hot flesh once more beside him, he sighed happily and rolled over to face her.
His cock was hard. It pressed like a lever across her pelvis. Susan felt so wicked that she found it difficult not to giggle. Reaching down, her small hand gripped his shaft and pulled tenderly.
Jack moaned with the sensation. "Still hot, baby?" he asked.
"Ummm," she whispered, very softly, trying to sound like Jessica. "So am I," he said, with a sharp thrust.
Susan arched her back and brought her crotch up against his mighty prick. The knob snuggled into her slit and lodged there. She 'bit her hp. This was something on which she hadn't figured! Sam was built in a manner well-suited for entering tight places, his cock tapering all the way, but her father's cock was crowned by a huge, bloated wedge of meat and could not penetrate so easily.
Susan felt sure he could get in, but it would take an effort, for her recently virginal pussy was tight, and she was afraid that her father would know that the snug channel didn't belong to Jessica.
She lay in panicked silence, waiting for her father to realize the duplicity.
He pushed.
His broad cockhead surged up her hole, fitting so snugly that her cunttips were sucked in after it.
"Ah!" he whispered. "Ah, Jessica... I'll never know how a gal that's been as well-fucked as you can use her cunt muscles so well... can make it so tight... "
Susan sighed with relief.
The danger was over, and the lust-crazed girl began squirming against him, working his mighty prick up into the greedy snatch. Her lithe belly rubbed against his, their pubic hair rasped together like sandpaper, and inch by precious inch his great prick wormed up her clutching, clinging cunt.
The sensation, she realized, was not at all the same as it had been when Sam fucked her. Sam's tapered cock had spread her cuntlips wide, whereas her father's heavy-headed prick brought the greatest friction into the very depths of her cunt. His knob stirred in her like a great glob of molten steel.
Gradually, her pussy accommodated itself to his configuration. The soft, moist walls closed around him, outlining the contours of his cock, gripping him in pliable bands and rippling up and down the length of his shaft. Steadily he pushed in until he was sheathed to the hilt, and then he held that full penetration while her hot cunt worked on its full load. Her pussy gripped his cock like a masturbating hand and her hole sucked on his knob like some wondrous, internal maw. Her tight pussy was gorged with fat cock, absolutely glutted with hot meat.
They moved together, lying on their sides. They screwed slowly at first and then, growing more urgent, Jack turned her onto her back and mounted her. He began plowing up her tight channel with hard, corkscrewing thrusts.
Susan went wild.
Nothing in her experiences of the last two days could equal the thrill of father-fucking, she discovered, and she began running out of control, raging beneath him like a wildcat, clawing at his back and crushing him between her slender thighs.
She wanted to cry out, to shout, "Daddy! It's me, Daddy! Fuck my ass off! Fill my cunt with cum, Daddy!"
She bit her lip, desperately struggling to maintain her secret identity.
Then she did cry out aloud, as her orgasm set her loins ablaze, but it was a strangled, universal cry which could not be identified, and Jack, as he shot his hot, thick slime up her cunt, still thought he was screwing Jessica.
Susan clung to him, feeling her whole pussy flood with his cream. Then he sank down over her and they lay together, enjoying the blissful moments that followed release.
"Jessica, you get better all the time," Jack murmured. "You've always been a great fuck, but this was the best you've ever been... "
Susan was overjoyed and very proud.
Presently Jack rolled over onto his back. He was resting, but he had no intention of sleeping. He wanted to take full advantage of the marvels of this body.
Susan snuggled against him, resting her face against his shoulder and, just to make sure he didn't drift into slumber, she wrapped her hand around his softened cock and jiggled it gently, keeping it from shrinking further.
She was waiting for it to harden again.
This time, she thought, with a flush of depravity, I'll suck it for Daddy...
That thought was so appealing that she started to slide down the bed, intending to take the soft cock into her mouth and gently pull on it while it expanded there between her lips. She knew it would be thrilling to feel it change from a shrunken bud to a thundering rod inside her loving mouth.
Hovering over his loins, she opened her mouth wide, and was just about to gobble him up when she heard a sound. She stiffened.
The door opened.
Susan gasped, for there, framed for an instant in the lighted hallway, was her mother!
Then the door closed. Claire hadn't looked toward the bed and Jack's eyes had been closed and Susan was still undiscovered. But panic seized her. Her mother came across the room and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Don't let me interrupt anything," Claire said.
"Don't worry," said Jack.
Susan, naturally, said nothing.
But she was thinking plenty.
How am I ever going to get out of this? is what the poor child was thinking...
CHAPTER TWELVE
Claire had awakened alone in bed, wondering where Sam had gone. She waited for a few minutes, expecting him to return but he didn't. Then she started thinking about how she'd cheated on Jack that afternoon, and she felt guilty again. She also felt abandoned.
She got up and left the room, went downstairs and, seeing that Sam wasn't there, wondered if he had joined Jack and Jessica. It made her feel neglected, thinking that the others might be having a cluster fuck. Of course, it was her fault that she'd been unable to stay the pace, she told herself.
Sam couldn't be faulted for not staying with her while she was asleep. And now that she was awake, she assured herself, the others would be pleased to have her join them.
So Claire went back upstairs and into the room where Susan was just about to slip her mouth onto her father's twitching prick.
"I thought Sam might be here," Claire said. "I'm afraid I fell asleep on him. Well, under him, actually. Do you know where he is, Jessica?"
Jessica, obviously, couldn't answer.
Susan held her breath.
But Jack, having a pretty good idea where Sam would be, and not wanting to tell his wife about that, said, "I think he went into town to get cigarettes."
"Oh," Claire said, mildly disappointed. "Well, I won't disturb you, then... " She started to get up.
"Why don't you join us, honey?" Jack said. "Well... "
"Sure, it'll be fun."
"Do you mind, Jessica?"
Susan shook her head, the motion barely discernible in the darkness.
"Well, maybe I will," Claire said, and she crawled into bed next to Jack, on the side away from the bed's other occupant. Reaching down, she added her hand to her daughter's, and they both caressed Jack's tightening organ.
"Jack... I've got a confession to make," Claire said. "Oh?"
"Or has Jessica told you?"
"Why, no."
"Well... I hope you don't mind... but Jessica and I sucked off a young man this afternoon."
Jack pursed his lips. Then he laughed. "Hell, why should I mind? It makes me hot to think about it, though. I'm glad you told me."
His cock began to rise in their joint grasp.
"In fact," he said, sensing that this was the proper time for admissions, "I've got a confession, too."
"Oh? What?"
"This is a confession to both of you, really, although I guess Jack already told you, huh, Jessica?"
Susan nodded furiously.
"What on earth did you do, Jack?" Claire asked.
"Well, I fucked Brenda."
"Jack! Why, she's only fifteen years old!"
"But no virgin. Sam knows I did it. In fact, he encouraged us to. He was there."
"My God! Sam watched you screw his own daughter?"
"Unha. He liked it."
"Why, that's terrible!"
"It was awful nice, though."
"Where... where was Susan?"
Jack hesitated and Susan gulped.
"Oh, she went for a walk or something," he said.
"Well, I'm certainly glad of that. But I don't see how you can be so calm about a thing like this, Jessica? Doesn't it bother you?"
Susan said, "Um-um," between her teeth.
"Oh, wow! I can hardly believe it! I could never let Susan do anything like that!" Susan gulped some more.
After a few moments, Claire said, "It is exciting to think about it, though. It gets me really worked up. I wish I was as depraved as you are, Jessica. Of course, Susan is an innocent little girl and would never do anything like that."
Susan choked and it was Jack's turn to gulp.
Claire said, "Oh, yes! I am hot, now! Jessica, why don't we show Jack how we both sucked Chuck?"
"Yeah! Show me!" Jack said.
Claire slid down and placed her head next to Susan's, hovering above Jack's loins. His prick had elevated into a fat tower now, straining up toward their faces.
Claire tongued the tip, then shifted aside, waiting for who she thought was Jessica to take her turn. Susan saw that she would have to continue with her deception or risk discovery, and she pulled her hot tongue up the length of her father's cock. Then Claire took another lap.
"Your cock tastes funny tonight," she said.
"Funny?"
"Ummm. Awful good, but different."
Jack chuckled. "That's not cock," he explained. "That's cuntjuice. I just finished fucking Jessica before you came in."
"Oh, my! Is that what cunt tastes like?"
Jack nodded.
"It's good, isn't it, Jessica?" Claire said thoughtfully.
She was looking at the other shadowed face, and that face nodded quickly.
Claire giggled. "Shall I tell Jack what we were talking about, earlier, Jessica?" she asked.
Susan said nothing. But Claire was too aroused and intent on her own needs to wonder why her friend was being so strangely silent.
"Jessica and I were thinking about eating each other," Claire said excitedly. "When you and Sam were gone. We didn't, but we thought about it."
"Why don't you?" Jack suggested.
"Well... what about it, Jessica? Shall we try it? I know I'll be embarrassed, later, but right now I'm so hot I don't give a damn."
Susan didn't know what to say or do. Obviously she had to make some reply, but the moment she spoke they would know who it was in bed with them. The only thing she could think of was to act, instead of speaking. The poor girl had no choice.
Leaning across her father, with his cockhead brushing her tits, Susan cupped her hand against Claire's vulva. Claire sighed with pleasure and drew her legs up.
"Oh, that's nice," she whispered, as Susan began rubbing her clitoris tenderly.
Susan was racked by shame and fear, but she had to admit it felt nice to rub her mother's big pussy. Like an ostrich, threatened by a lion, the girl could only think of hiding her head somewhere.
She hid her head between her mother's thighs.
Susan sucked and tongued that steaming hole eagerly and it took only seconds for Claire to realize she had been missing a great deal by being strictly heterosexual. Nor was she willing to experience a half measure, for her mouth was drooling every bit as much as her cunt.
Squirming across Jack's legs, she clamped her mouth on Susan's cunt and after the first tentative lick, began devouring the juicy delicacy with unbounded relish.
"Oh, eating cunt is good!" she wailed, taking a gulp. "Isn't it, Jessica?"
Susan thrust her tongue up the slimy hole so that she couldn't be expected to reply.
Jack's cock hammered at their criss-crossed bellies.
"Fuck Jessica, Jack," Claire said. "I've got her cunt all ready for you."
Jack was willing. Twisting about, he slipped the meat up the girl from the back, while the two women lay in the reverse position. As his cock pounded in and out, Claire mouthed cock and cunt with the same greedy gulps.
Claire came first.
But her orgasm did nothing to stifle her lust, and she crawled down and, kneeling between both of their legs, continued to suck them both just at the point where their bodies were bolted together.
She did, vaguely, wonder why Jessica's vulva didn't feel as hairy and as big as it looked, but that was only an idle curiosity, for Claire had more important matters on her mind and in her mouth.
Then Jack cried out as if he'd received an electric shock and his broad cock jolted like a lightning rod and the high voltage thrill was carried safely up the rod and grounded harmlessly, but delightfully, in the pit of his daughter's sizzling cunt.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
They lay together in the darkness, Jack in the middle, in communal contentment. Susan was wondering how she could escape from the room without saying a word, or being seen in the lighted doorway. She couldn't imagine what her parents' reaction would be if they were to discover the truth-to find out that they had both' sucked and fucked their own fourteen-year-old daughter. But she could think of no way to escape without discovery.
Then Claire, sounding wistful, said "Gee, it must really be great to be as uninhibited as you and Sam, Jessica. I wish Jack and I were that way."
"What do you mean?" Jack asked.
"You know. Oh, I know we could never ever do it, but just think how exciting it would be if we could take Susan to bed with us!"
"Ah, yes," he sighed.
"But she's so young and innocent... "
"Oh, maybe not," Jack said.
"Well, it's all just talk, anyway," said Claire. "I mean, there's no way we could ever do it."
"I guess not," Jack said. "No, we'll have to go back to the city and behave ourselves, while Sam and Jessica and Brenda enjoy their freedom."
"Still, we can think about it. Even thinking about it is exciting. But we'll never know, will we?"
"Know what?"
"We'll never know how we'd feel, afterward, if we took Susan to bed... "
"I guess not."
"I wonder if we'd be stricken with remorse or if, once we'd done it, we'd be able to think about it the way Sam and Jessica do? I wonder. But there's no way to tell, is there? There's just no way... "
Susan listened to this, and she thought about going back to the city and never ever having fun like this again. Like her mother said, there was just no way...
