Tom Eastwood decided that Suzy was deliberately taunting him. Why, he didn't know. Suzy Rogers was only twenty-two--young enough to be his daughter. It didn't make sense, but what other explanation could there be?
"What are you doing?" he finally asked, as he watched her bend over to reach the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet. Her short black skirt rode up, treating him to a tantalizing view of her lovely sleek legs all the way up to the tops of the black stockings that sheathed them.
"What do you mean?" she asked, looking innocently back over her shoulder, with her rump higher in the air than her head. An inch of smooth skin was visible between the black elastic top bands of her stockings and the lower edge of her skirt.
"It's not natural for a woman to bend over that way, Suzy, and you know it. Damn it all, I can almost see your bottom."
She grinned and stood up. "I love the way you express yourself, Tom. Any other man in Mason
Creek would have said 'ass' instead of 'bottom.'"
"Ass, butt-what difference does the word make? It's your actions that require an explanation, young lady."
She grinned and smoothed the skirt of her black knit dress back down over her thighs. The lower hem just barely covered the top band of the net stockings that hugged her trim legs all the way down to the shiny black high heels that added three inches to her height. A black velvet choker accented the whiteness of her skin. The outfit was a sexy complement for her shiny, black hair, and he was unable to keep his prick from responding with interest inside his pants.
"I'm bored, Tom," the young woman said, giving him a pouting look as she sank down into the chair beside his desk.
"Bored?" His mood softened. "From the way you were behaving, I'd say horny was the better description."
"You're very perceptive," she said with a sigh. "How long has Johnny been gone."
"Three months now."
"You'll get over it," he said unconvincingly. "Not by myself I won't."
He attempted to turn his attention back to the file that was spread out on his desk. "Well don't go looking to me for help like that. There's a dozen young studs in this town that would be more than happy to scratch your itch. Just give them the same peek that you gave me."
"Did you like what you saw?" she asked with a sly smile.
"You've got lovely legs."
"I meant my ass."
"I, ah, didn't actually get that good of a look."
Jumping back up, the young woman turned and hiked her skirt up.
"Holy Jesus, Suzy!" His eyes widened as he stared at her full, white-fleshed thighs and her exposed rump. The thin band of her lacy, black bikini panties was pulled tight around the rounded, white curves of her ass cheeks.
"So, whadda yah think?"
He gulped and ran a finger under the neck of his shirt, loosening his tie. "It's a nice...ass."
"Johnny thinks it's my best feature. He made me decorate it with a tattoo." Holding up her skirt, she jerked down her panties and wiggled her rump. A tiny, green, four-leaf clover ornamented her left ass cheek. "See?"
He nodded, speech failing him, as his eyes darted, registering every tantalizing detail of her creamy-fleshed ass rounds.
"He always starts by kissing the green for good luck." Ass swaying, she pressed back toward him. "Whadda yah think, Tom," she teased. "Wanna get lucky? Huh?"
His resistance breaking, the older man pushed back from the desk and bent toward the young woman's ass.
The sharp tinkle of a bell in the other room announced someone entering the outer room.
"Shit!" the secretary muttered, pulling up her panties and dropping her skirt. "It always happens at the worst time, doesn't it?" Tail twitching, she rushed out to greet the intruder.
Tom let out a deep breath and collapsed back into his chair. He had to adjust his position to make room for the hard-on that was stretching his trousers uncomfortably.
A hard-on, for chrissake! He thought he was beyond that. He hadn't had a decent boner in ages-not since Nancy had left. But now the truth came rushing out. No, he wasn't beyond sex. It was just that he wasn't interested in the few women his own age that were available in Mason Creek. Hags, every one.
The Mason Creek Crier was only a small-town weekly, but as editor and owner of the paper, he was considered a pretty good catch-for a one-night stand, or even for keeps. But the few middle-aged women who were attractive were all married-and he had no desire to mess up somebody's marriage-that is, if any of those women would even give him a second glance. At forty, he probably wasn't exactly a dashing, sexy, picture of fitness and well-being himself. But as editor and owner of the Mason Creek Crier-even though it was only a small-town weekly-he was considered a pretty good catch-for a one-night stand, or even for keeps.
But his sexy young secretary sure had put the spark back where it belonged...and she was a woman young enough to be his daughter.
Damn it all, now there he was thinking about Katy again. His daughter! And he certainly shouldn't be thinking about his daughter and sex at the same time.
But the idea of even having a daughter was something he was still trying to get used to. The young woman was still a stranger to him. Since first seeing her two weeks ago, he had been constantly amazed that such a beautiful creature could be the product of the rutting of his loins. And beautiful she was, too-far lovelier than his sexy secretary. A smile came over his face as he considered that. And his dick hardened even more.
"Shit!" he murmured, shaking his head to dispel the image of the young woman he had been contemplating. A man shouldn't be thinking things like that...not about his own daughter.
At that very moment, Tom's daughter was thinking of him. It had taken her two days to get up the courage, but she was finally daring to venture into the piney woods that surrounded her father's house. It wasn't quite as formidable a forest as it looked, she finally decided, as she found a footpath that eased her way into the dense wilderness.
She still couldn't quite picture Tom as being her father. From what her mother had told her, she had always imagined him to be a wild, rangy, aging relic of the hippie generation with a mangy beard and maybe a guitar strapped over his shoulder as he moved from handout to handout. To find that her father was actually a rather staid man-the owner and editor of a small town weekly newspaper, no less-had been quite a shock to her. In fact, she was a little disappointed. There was something romantic about the irresponsible image she had clung to while she was growing up that was lost in the light of reality.
Not that Tom wasn't romantic-looking. He was certainly better looking that the two men her mother had married after he left her with the unborn child that was destined to be herself. She had always thought that she would never forgive him for that, but now that she had actually come face to face with him, she found that she didn't really care. She had grown up without him and she had no idea what it would have been like otherwise. So, what was past, was past.
The fact was, she thought with a chuckle, he was in great shape and a kind of sexy guy. She wondered what her mother would think if she could see him now. There must have been something between them years ago-she was living proof of that. She couldn't imagine her mother spreading her legs on a whim, and Tom hadn't been the success he now was in those days. There must have been at least a trace of love between the two of them, something that she doubted had ever existed between her mother and her other two husbands. No, those matches had been based on money and status.
A sound broke the forest stillness and she started. Then, as her breath returned, she heard the sound again. Laughter. There was someone ahead of her.
Dodging roots, she moved cautiously, slipping through the trees until she came to the edge of a clearing were the waters of a small pond glistened in the sunlight. Two figures were on the grassy bank less than a hundred feet away from her.
A man, and a woman...both completely naked.
Katy caught her breath and faded back into the shadows of a loblolly pine. Feeling safely hidden, she allowed her eyes their freedom. They turned to the male figure and traced the lines of his thighs. They were thick and hairy, but his ass was starkly white. The woman had long blonde hair that trailed down below her shoulders, the ends curling over the tops of her tits where a pair of nipples stood out like a couple of hard acorns. With her body turned toward Katy, she unwittingly offered a complete view of herself and Katy felt her blood warm as she studied the dark, curly hair that shadowed the other woman's cunt.
The pair appeared to be about the same age as Katy-give or take a year of two-and they obviously thought they had complete privacy as they laughed and joked together, naked in the sunshine. Every instinct told Katy that she ought to turn and leave the couple to their...whatever.
But there was no way she could pull herself away from the erotic spectacle.
She slipped to the ground and pressed close to the base of the tree, staying hidden in the shadows.
Suddenly, the man reached out and gave his naked partner's ass a swat.
Letting out a shriek, the woman ran away from him and jumped into the water. She went under. A second later, her head shot back up with water swirling around her golden tresses. Her naked breasts bounced in the water.
The man jumped in the water with a shout and Katy muttered a curse. Darn it, she had missed a chance to get a view of his front. He probably had a great big hard-on, and she had missed her chance to see the damn thing!
Conflicting emotions tore through her. Which was she most interested in seeing-the lightly-haired curves of the woman's cunt or the harsh lines of the man's jutting cock? God, she wished she could get those feelings sorted out. That had been the whole purpose of her trip down here. She needed to give herself some space, some time to think things through.
At home in Newport, Katy had a pair of friends that were openly lesbian. Although they had never put any pressure on her to join in, she was finding herself more and more curious about their lifestyle. Her experiences with men hadn't been all that great. She had been fucked exactly twice-by two different guys. All in the past year. Neither time had set bells to ringing. Her mother's experience with men certainly hadn't reassured her. She doubted that there was any passion at all in her marriages. Her mother used men for wealth or position. Certainly not for love.
And now, her body was reacting to the sight of the two lovers as they played in the water. But which had set her juices to flowing? Had it been the guy's lean, naked flanks? Or had it been the soft curves of the woman's cunt?
She sighed and stretched her legs out in front of her, parting her thighs to ease the heated pressure that was building under her shorts and inside her panties. The pair were laughing and splashing each other, and she felt quite sure that the other woman was much more comfortable than she was with the cooling water sloshing up between her cunt lips.
What the heck? She was alone, wasn't she? The amorous couple certainly weren't looking for spectators-and, besides, she was well-hidden. She glanced around, then bit her lip and reached down to whip her shorts and her panties down below her knees. Fresh air wafted across her pussy and it quivered. With her legs spread just enough to release the pressure on her crack, she could see tiny beads of cunt juice glistening in the straggly curls of pussy hair that shrouded the twin lobes of her cunt.
She looked back up as the laughter ended. The woman waded toward the shore, turning when she was knee-deep in the water. Heavy sheets of water dripped from the man's body as he slowly emerged from the water, following behind her. Katy got just a glimpse of the hard cock that arched sharply before him as he stepped into the woman's embrace.
Katy's nipples became taut and swollen and her cunt quivered as she tried to imagine the feel of that hard cock pressing tightly into the woman's softness. Giving in completely to her feelings, she shot a hand up under her blouse and pushed her bra cup away to free her right tit. While she caressed her nipple with one hand, she rubbed a finger from the other across her clit.
A shudder shook her and she groaned softly. Dipping a finger into her wet cunthole, she stole juice to rub over her clit.
In the water, the blonde lifted a leg and wrapped it around the man's waist. His hands cupped her ass cheeks to support her and she lifted the other leg, locking both legs loosely behind his back. He lifted her, and then let her drop back down. Katy let out an audible gasp. She could almost feel the slide of the guy's swollen cock as it slid snugly inside the woman's body. The woman's head dropped to the man's shoulder and Katy saw her teeth take a firm hold on his soft flesh.
Holding her close, the man walked with her out of the water and laid her back on the grassy knoll that surrounded the pond. His ass rose in the air and he began fucking her, slowly and steadily.
Katy's finger moved in and out of her juicing cunthole-slowly, at first, keeping time with the man's strokes in the other woman's body, but gradually increasing speed as her pounding pulse became more demanding. A second finger slipped inside her cunthole, then a third. Twisting them around, she worked them rapidly in and out of the juicy slit.
The woman on the beach wasn't content to lie still and let herself be fucked as Katy had been in her own sexual encounters. With her knees drawn up and spread wide, she pressed upward, grinding her moist mound against the downward-plunging shaft of male flesh. Doubling over her, the man's mouth had found her tits. Cooing encouragement, she squeezed a gob of tit flesh in each hand and positioned her tits in turn so that he could suck on one nipple and then the other.
Katy groaned as she finger-fucked herself with fervor. God, why couldn't she be so lucky? Both guys who had fucked her had been wimps compared to the stud she was watching. And to think she had considered becoming a lesbian! God, all she wanted was to be fucked vigorously by a big, hard-cocked man like the virile specimen she was watching. Her finger plunged in and out of her cunthole, driving herself ever closer to the climax that she craved, but one that she knew would be only a pale imitation of what the woman on the bank was experiencing.
"Fuck me!" the woman shouted, loud enough for Katy to hear clearly. "Fuck me now! Fuck my cunt!"
"Take it this way you little bitch!" he hollered as he jerked upward, pulling himself away from the woman's loins. Free of the clutching confines of a cunt, the immense prick lurched and showered the woman's belly and tits with a spray of white jism. The glistening cock recoiled and discharged another load of cum onto her soft-looking, white belly. Then another. And another.
The watcher reacted. Cunt juice suddenly gushed out of Katy's pussy as her body pulsed and thrashed, her bare bottom grinding into the dried leaves at the base of the tree that concealed her. Time stopped, and for a short eternity she was the lone occupant of a world of pure pleasure. It was a long moment before her body stopped spasming and she was able to breathe again.
She looked back at the couple on the bank, expecting to see them as totally exhausted as she was. But that wasn't the case. The sexy stud who had just showered his lover's belly and tits with his sperm was now hunched over the woman licking and sucking those gunk-soaked titties. The woman's moans were strong enough that they singed Katy's ears a hundred feet away and sent a shiver of excitement through her.
God, she had never seen anything like this before! If everybody went about it like this couple did, no wonder fucking was such a favorite pastime. God! What had she been missing? She touched her clit with her finger again.
"Eat me!" The woman's impassioned cry mingled with the sound of the birds chirping in the trees. "Eat me, you fucking bastard!"
Katy heard a guttural chuckle that was muffled almost immediately as the man buried his face in the woman's belly. The woman giggled, and the teasing lips moved lower. For a moment, his face was hidden by the woman's thigh. But then she arched upward, pushing her hips toward the man's face.
Katy could clearly see the way his tongue was playing in her pussy...probably licking her clit.
God, it was so erotic! Her friends had talked about such things, but she had always though they were exaggerations. Just the idea seemed so filthy-so vulgar! But watching it actually happen-God!-it was the sexiest thing imaginable. She'd give anything to have that guy's face plastered to her cunthole right now.
Her finger rubbed rapidly against her clit, maintaining just enough pressure to keep her passions piqued. But when she heard the woman's sharp scream of ecstasy, she pushed herself to the height of pleasure. A split second later, waves of joy washed over her.
This time as she recovered her senses, she noticed that the guy was changing his position again. Supporting himself on one arm, he used the other hand to guide his monstrous cock to the center of his lover's sex pit. As Katy watched his hips start pumping she realized that all the preliminaries had simply been foreplay.
God! It was too much!
The pair seemed insatiable, but she'd had about as much as she could stand. Her poor heart was pounding. Trying to ignore the fucking couple, she wiped her cunt juice-sticky fingers on her clothing as she pulled her shorts and panties back up snugly around her waist. With her vagina covered, it became a little easier to ignore. She wanted to leave, but she didn't dare for fear that she would be discovered. So she lay still with her eyes closed and tried to pretend that she was alone.
But that wasn't possible. Besides the grunting and the groaning of the fucking couple, the lewd sound of the slapping of their wet bellies had become strong enough to reach Katy's ears. Listening was pure torture.
It seemed like forever before she heard the excited sounds of their mutual orgasm.
The lucky bitch, Katy thought. Lucky, lucky bitch!
CHAPTER TWO
Katy was running through a thick, piney forest. Thick roots clutched at her ankles, trying to trip her as the naked Adonis who was chasing her slowly closed the distance between them.
An irritation caused her to shake her head and the dream faded. The annoyance continued. It was a bug, on her cheek. She slapped at it.
Laughter sounded. Deep, virile laughter.
She opened her eyes.
Adonis had dark brown eyes. And a damp mane of thick dark brown hair that swept back from his forehead and rippled along the back of his neck and down between his shoulder blades.
Tall and well-built, he had hard muscles everywhere. Narrow hips...long, lean legs. And dark hair on his chest, and everywhere else, too. And the sight of that everywhere-else brought a crimson glow to her cheeks.
"Playing possum?" His voice was a rich baritone, resonant with sexy overtones. "Ah, no, I was asleep...really."
"Liar," he said with a good-natured chuckle. "You're a peeping Tom."
She blushed, then grinned sheepishly. "Peeping Thomasina. I-I didn't mean to-after all, you weren't trying to be too secretive. I didn't want to disturb you."
"You should have." He stood up. "You could have joined us."
Adonis was still naked, and Katy suddenly found herself staring directly at his cock. The long, heavy-hanging pendant of flesh was the most immense male organ she had ever seen. Her attention focused on the tiny slit in the end, bringing heat to her cheeks before she pulled her eyes away.
"W-w-where is your friend?" she stammered.
"Cora had to get back to work." He reached down to give Katy a hand as she started to get up.
"Just a lunch break?" Katy asked, feeling surprisingly at ease in the presence of the naked stranger.
Adonis laughed. "A sandwich and a quickie. Cora's a horny little bitch."
Katy gave his naked body a frank assessment. "Well, I guess you took care of that."
He laughed. "I always try my best." Then, his eyes narrowed. "So, who the hell are you?"
"I'm Katy, from over there."
"Tom Eastwood's place?"
"Yes, I'm Tom's daughter."
The nude brown-haired man studied her thoughtfully. "I'll be damned. I didn't know Tom had a daughter."
"Neither did Tom until a month ago," she said without explaining. Then, for no particular reason, she added, "I'll be around all summer."
His eyes brightened. "Then we'll be seeing more of each other." He stooped to pick up a pair of cut-off jeans. "I'm Randy Hanks. I live just over yonder."
She gave his dangling cock another glance, trying to memorize its lines before it disappeared from view, then sighed. "I don't think there's much more to see," she quipped.
He shot her a sharp glance. "The next time you show up here," he said sternly, "leave your clothes behind. Skinny-dipping only at this pool."
"Is that a law?" she asked defiantly.
"An unwritten rule," he said, fastening the cut-offs around his waist and zipping the fly. "And another rule is that whatever happens here, stays here."
"You don't have to worry," she assured him. He wasn't wearing any underwear, she realized. No shirt. No shoes. "I won't say anything about you and, ah, Cora, is it?"
"Yeah. And I won't tell Tom that his sexy-looking daughter is a peeping Tom." He smiled. "See yah."
Katy watched until he had disappeared into the trees. Then she turned and started treading her way back in the opposite direction.
She had to pinch herself as she walked out of the woods. Could that all have been a dream? Maybe, an enchanted forest? Who would believe her if she told them that she had just watched two strangers fuck while she masturbated herself to orgasm, and then, afterwards, she had carried on a civil conversation with the handsome male partner...handsome, naked male partner.
God! And she had only been here a week. She had a whole summer of Southern decadence ahead of her!
Maggie Hanks was just finishing hanging up the wash when Randy emerged from the woods that edged their property.
"Been swimmin'? " she asked him, taking a clothespin from between her teeth to anchor the corner of her Sunday-best dress.
"Yeah." Moving into the shade, he plopped down into the lap of a wooden lawn chair.
"Nice day for it," his mother said, as she put aside her empty clothes basket and came over to sit in the matching chair beside him.
"It's always a nice day for it," he said with a wink.
Maggie chuckled. "I saw Cora high-tailin' it out of here."
"She had to get back to work," he said matter-of-factly.
"It's a wonder what that young woman can get away with," she said, as she poured a glass of cold water from a pitcher on the table before them and handed it to her son. "If she weren't such a good hairdresser-"
"-she'd be a good whore," Randy finished, wiping his lips as he set the glass back down.
They both laughed.
Randy eyed his mother. She was dressed in a simple, cotton shift, and he knew she was just as bare underneath as he was under his own clothes. She had a hot body.
Hot body...hot woman.
"Maw, don't you ever get tired of washing all those clothes?" he asked.
"Hon, if I didn't have the washing, it would be something else. It never ends."
"We could always join one of them-there nudist colonies," he teased with a wink.
"We could, and then you'd be worn down to a nubbin from all those women chasin' you around."
"You'd be doing some running, too."
She laughed. "Go on! No one wants a middle-aged woman."
"With your looks and figure, you could get any man you wanted."
Maggie blushed. "Aw, go on!"
"It's true, Maw. You're the prettiest woman I ever saw in my life-and it ain't just your tits."
There was a provocative sway to her hips as she got up and started to gather the empty glasses. "Well, I don't see a bunch of men tryin' to bust down my door," she said, sashaying past him.
Randy caught her wrist and pulled her down into his lap. "We don't need a lot of men," he said gruffly.
She slid close and touched his cheek, gentling him. "That's not what I meant, hon. Of course I don't need anybody else."
He stroked his fingers through her short, blonde hair, and little electric tingles of lust ran down from his fingertips to his dick. Her heavy breast brushed against his arm. "No man has ever been good to you." A bulge started to grow in his pants as his mother's hips wiggled in his lap.
"No man but you," she said softly. "Hon, that pettin' hand of yours is settin' my body to purrin'.."
"You want me to stop."
"No way!"
His hand molded her body intimately through the light folds of her dress and the odor of her sweat penetrated his senses. It smelled like an exotic perfume. His voice softened. "Did you know Tom had a daughter?"
"Tom? No...."
"He does. Ran into her in the woods."
"Did she go swimmin' with you?" He chuckled. "No, not yet."
"Randy, honey, you don't have to fuck every woman you meet."
"Nope. Just the pretty ones."
"Lordy, hon, the way you talk. You are one cocky sonofabitch."
"Jealous?"
"Who, me?" She nipped his lips with a kiss. "I'm just proud of my son."
Her laughter was deep and throaty, and it made the bulge in his pants pulse and quiver. Her mouth and nose were only inches from his face. For a moment, they stared at each other. There was no mistaking the hunger in her eyes.
"Damn you, Maw," he whispered huskily, as he pressed his mouth to hers to silence her mocking laughter. Her ripe, wet lips parted and let his tongue push into her mouth. Her fingers wrapped into the curls at the back of his neck and his tongue stroked deep into her throat. It was like dipping his tongue into a honey pit. She sucked hard on his probing tongue, and his pulse quickened.
Her hands didn't remain still. They kneaded the skin of his bare chest and lingered to feel the rippling of his hardened muscles. Scratching gently, her fingertips brought his tight male nipple to hardness, then moved down into his lap to feel the trembling of the fleshy hardness that stretched the material of his cut-offs.
Randy groaned. His mother sure knew how to do a man. His senses had keyed as her fingers traced the taut muscles of his chest and stomach until his whole body hummed with life. And his prick tingled with warmth, tight inside his pants.
"Oh...Maw." Randy heaved a deep breath.
His mother's electric-charged fingers unzipped his pants and gently extracted his cock. "Son," she breathed, "you're a wonder." Her fingers stroked his cock into a rigid state.
Christ, she was hot!
His hands released the zipper at the back of her dress and he worked it down over her shoulders. With no bra to restrain them, her huge tits plopped into his palms. Her nipples were already standing hard.
"Maw, you're beautiful," he whispered, as he gently cupped a big tit in each hand and felt their warm weight.
She let out a moan as his mouth dipped and took in the tip of one melon-sized globe. While he sucked on the areolae, his fingers kept the nipple on the other side peaked.
"You've got me creamin', hon," she murmured, tugging lightly on his ears to hold him close.
"Maw, you know how much I love your cream-"
A shudder shook her body as she lifted from his lap to stand before him. "Son, you're always good with that tongue of yours."
His lips kissed a trail down from between her heaving tits and across her belly to where her dress was bunched up around her waist. While his tongue reamed out her navel, his hand ripped the dress all the way down. With her pussy freed, the heat of his mother's excitement rushed up at him and the odor of her arousal singed his nostrils. His eardrums pounded as blood rushed through his body with a force that made his prick stiffen with steel-like hardness.
"Yes, yes," she crooned. "Oh, yes, yes, yes!"
Feeling her body shudder, he pushed his tongue between her legs. He licked the insides of her thighs, cleaning away the cunt juice that had dripped down, then lapped her creaming pit. Her woman smell teased his nose and made his dick throb. His tongue found her swollen clit and teased it until she squealed and trembled. Then he sucked it into his mouth and nipped it with his teeth.
She spasmed, and a gush of cunt juice flooded his face. He lapped it up and nipped her clit again. Again, her body jerked. Again, juice streamed out of her cunt and ran down the inside of her thigh. Again, he cleaned away the hot, tasty fluids. Again, he bit her clit.
"No, no, no!" She gasped, and fought to keep from falling. "Enough! Oh, God-I can't stand any more...."
He held her as her voice faded with exhaustion. With her body sagging in his arms, he lifted her and set her on the edge of the wooden table that stood between the two chairs where they had been sitting.
"Give me," she murmured, reaching toward the thick bulge of his groin and trying to unzip his fly.
"I thought you'd had enough," he teased, backing away.
"You know what I want," she said, her voice throaty with passion.
"Yeah, Maw, I know exactly what you want." He unzipped his pants and let his red swollen cock swing free while he worked the cut-offs down and kicked them aside.
"Oh, Jesus, hon," his mother murmured.
He stroked his cock insolently and asked, "Have I got what you want, Maw? Huh?"
A tremor ran through her body. "Oh, yes, Son. Oh, yes, yes."
"Do you need some other man sniffing around your britches? Ain't I good enough for you?"
"No, no! I don't need anyone else. You're the only one for me, Randy. I don't need another man-only you."
Laughing, he pushed his mother down on her back on the table and raised her feet up to the edge, bending and spreading her knees so that her wet inner thighs were open and her cunt was bared to the sun.
Her son eyed her spread with twinkling eyes. "Maw, you sure are purty down there."
"Aw, go on!"
"It's true." He teased the curls of his mother's pussy and drew a finger through the slit, opening it like a blossom. "I've seen most of the women in this town and there ain't a one of 'em that can hold a candle to you."
She chuckled, and her belly jiggled. "I reckon if anyone knows, it would be you-oh, God, Son!"
Randy had lifted her leg and he was kissing a path along the inside of it from her ankle to her knee.
"Don't stop, hon. Don't stop!"
Her son was enjoying himself too much to stop. His tongue swirled over the smooth skin of her inner thigh as his lips closed in on her pussy. Then, his nose was tangled in her pussy hair and his tongue was stroking her cunt lips. His own organ was standing stiff and hard with a heavy drop of pre-cum drooling from its tip.
She squealed as his tongue fucked her pussy, and she sucked in a deep breath of air when its tip wrapped around the swollen nubbin of her clit. Suddenly, her body stiffened.
"I'm cumming!" she shouted.
Randy held her thighs while he sucked and slurped on her tender pussy flesh. And, for the second time, her body rocked and twisted as spasms of pleasure tore through her insides.
When her excitement eased and her muscles relaxed, he hooked her right leg over his left shoulder and let the other thigh drop back down. Her pussy was wet and hungry for sex. Grasping his cock in his hand, he pressed its head toward her gaping opening. One hunch of his hips drove his cock all the way into her slick interior.
"Oh God, hon, that's good. Fuck me. Fuck me now."
He went to work. His hips wagged, driving his big cock in and out of his mother's hot twat.
"Mmmmmm, oh, yeah, honey! Oh, yeah, hon! Oh, yeah!" She moaned and ground her hips against his to enhance the pulsing feelings that were rippling through her body.
"Oh, Maw, oh fuck! You're the best, Maw," he groaned, his balls tightening. "You're the best."
The joining of their bodies became a blur, their motion increasing in speed and intensity as they closed in on their climax. Then her hips arched off the floor and her climax hit her.
"Fuck me, honey, I'm cumming!" Her hips arched upward as yet another orgasm tore through her. "Fuck me, honey, fuck me. Ooooo-aaaaiiiieeeeyyyaah!" Her body shuddered and jerked. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
Randy groaned as he felt her tight, hot cunt clasping his cock, trying to squeeze the life out of it. With a sudden jerk, his balls spewed their charge, sending a flood of cum into her greedy channel.
"I'm cumming, too, Maw," he said, grunting as he rammed his hips tightly to hers while his balls emptied. "I damn sure am!"
When their excitement had passed, he pulled away, panting, and dropped back down into his chair. "Whew! Maw, you're sure a hell of a fuck!"
Maggie laughed as she sat back up so she could see her naked son. His cock was no longer hard, but it still had an inflamed look. It was obvious that his maleness was not sleeping, but merely resting and regaining strength.
"It's true," she said with a giggle and a twinkle in her eye. "Lordy, Son, I used to drive the young men wild."
"You still do, Maw," he said, his eyes staring at the tanned, heavy globes of his mother's tits. His dick was beginning to get hard again.
He twisted her around and pulled her down into his lap. His newly hardened prick split her pussy again as her ass slapped against his thighs.
Bending forward, she grasped her knees and began working her cunt up and down over her son's stretched pole.
"Fuck it, Maw! Fuck it!" he encouraged. His hands curled around to squeeze her tits while she bounced over his lap.
With their senses dulled by their previous orgasms, it took her several minutes to cunt-stroke his cock back to the pulsing hardness that they both savored.
But the tight, slick, rapid friction eventually had its effect.
Randy threw back his head and let out a roar. His hips thrust upward, impaling his mother's cunt and lifting her off her feet. His prick pulsed and shot warm excitement deep into her loins.
"Oh, yes-aaaaiiiieee!"
He humped and panted while his balls dumped their entire charge.
Then, with her insides still atingle, she turned and settled in his lap. He cuddled her close. "Son," she murmured into his ear, "you're exactly like your father was-that God damn, miserable, sonofabitch!"
CHAPTER THREE
Tom watched as Suzy balanced the pile of files in her arms and fumbled in her purse for the key to her house. The hard-on that had been building in his pants during the short ride from the newspaper office was now too strong to keep hidden. He kept his back to the street, not wanting his condition to be observed by the neighbors. Suzy had assured him that the briefcase he carried and the files she had in her arms would be sufficient justification for explaining to her nosy neighbors that her boss's visit had been strictly business.
The pretense was the important thing-simply a face-saving gesture. Whether or not they believed it didn't really matter at all.
Tom's cock had been hard all day long. Ever since his secretary's bold approach earlier that morning. And when she had turned to him as they locked up the newspaper office and asked, "So, Tom, what do you think?"-he had known exactly what she was talking about.
"Well," he answered cautiously, "I suppose we could talk about it"
So here he was, following his nubile secretary into the cool interior of her own home so that they could "talk about it."
When she closed the door behind them and turned to him, there was a smile on her face that sent his pulse racing. It had been a long time since he had been so intimately alone with a woman.
"Would you like me to change into something more comfortable?" she asked.
"T-that...won't be necessary."
"Oh, I'm so glad," she said with a sigh of relief. "Nothing imagine. Johnny's like that. Ready to go at the drop of a pin."
"Well, I don't know-"
"How many times do you think you can get it on in a night?"
"In a night?" he croaked. "Yeah, like tonight."
"Well, I don't know." He shrugged. "Two, maybe three-"
"Johnny and I did it once eight times in one night."
"Eight?"
"Of course, he wasn't good to go again for the next two nights."
"And you?"
"No problem! Johnny says I have a real stretchy cunt-not that it's not tight-real snug and cozy, he says, not loose like a whore's cunt." She chuckled. "I suppose you know all about that."
"Well, actually, I don't. I, ah, haven't ever been with a prostitute. In fact, except for my wife, I've only been with two or three other women."
"That's a relief," she said, smiling sweetly. "For a minute there, I was afraid you were a virgin."
"No, I'm not a virgin. But I've not been promiscuous, either. In fact, there hasn't been anyone since my divorce."
"Five years ago?" The young woman shook her head sadly. "You poor man. You must have a real big head of steam built up."
He winced. "Suzy, you have to realize that I'm twice as old as your husband-"
She laughed. "Don't worry, Tom. I'm not expecting you to do it eight times in one night."
He let out a deep breath, and his tension eased.
"All I'm expecting you to do is to try."
A grin came to his face as he let his gaze drop to her breasts, and then lower. "Well, I can give it a good try."
"C'mon," she said, holding a hand out to him. "Let me get you a beer."
He entwined his arm around her waist and she led him into the kitchen. When she opened the refrigerator and bent over to bring out two cans of beer, his hand slid down to cup her ass cheek.
"That's the way, lover," she growled, wiggling her butt back against his palm. "Don't be timid."
Her movement caused his hand to slide up under her short skirt and his fingers curled over the smooth, warm expanse of her barely covered buttock. When his fingers encountered the thin band that stretched around the top of her thigh, a picture returned to his mind from that morning-a picture of a lacy pair of black bikini panties pulled tight around the rounded, white curve of her ass cheeks.
Pussy. God, he was going to get some! The thought sent a charge of excitement through his veins. Pussy!
Suzy set both cans of beer on the counter and popped the tops.
Tom moved close behind her, pressing his hips to her ass through her clothes.
"Mmmmmm, we don't have to start with the beer, lover," she cooed, grinding her ass into his pelvis.
"The beer will keep, pussycat," he whispered, reaching for the zipper at the top of the back of her dress.
The zipper slid smoothly downward. A powdery, feminine scent was released as the black knit material peeled slowly open.
His nostrils puckered.
Pussy!
His hands slid across the soft, white flesh of her back, his fingers briefly touching the tight black band of her bra that dug into the smooth expanse of flawless skin.
Pussy!
Fire burned in his loins.
Suzy turned and stepped away from him. "I sure had you pegged wrong, Tom," she said as she pushed the dress off her shoulders. "I figured you'd be a slow starter."
"Five years," he breathed.
She giggled and let the dress fall from her.
Tom caught his breath. His secretary was standing in the middle of the kitchen wearing just a sheer black bra, a skimpy pair of black bikini panties, and her black high heels, his prick became iron-hard.
"You're not going to have a heart attack, are you?" she asked with mock concern.
"I'm not that old," he muttered, although his heart was thumping wildly in his chest. His face was flushed, and sweat had broken out on his forehead.
Pussy!
"Are you ready for this?" she teased, reaching behind her back to unhook her bra. "Ta-dah!"
His eyes bugged as the bra slid away and allowed him a complete view of her big, fluffy, white-fleshed breasts. Huge breasts-at least twice as large as the tits his wife had sported. In fact, he'd only seen one other woman with knockers of comparable size, and that was the mother of the young woman who was presently sharing his home-his daughter.
"Daughter," he murmured aloud.
"Huh?"
"Daughter. I have a daughter."
"Yeah, Tom, I know. But now isn't the time to think about that."
"But it is," he sputtered. "I completely forgot about her. She's home, waiting for me."
"Oh." The half-naked woman reached for the kitchen phone and handed it to him. "Call her."
Tom avoided looking at his nearly nude secretary as he dialed the phone.
"Katy? This is Tom, ah, your father."
"Hi, Dad! What's keeping you?"
"I, ah-I'm working late."
"Oh. Something suddenly come up?"
Tom flushed and looked toward his secretary. With a smile, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties and slipped her panties down.
"Oh, my God," he breathed, staring straight at her bared cunt.
"What's that?"
"Yes, yes. Something came up-you know how it is on these small-town papers-something always needs to be done-never enough hands to, ah, get into things-I mean fingers-yes, fingers-that's it! Never enough fingers to-"
Laughter interrupted him. "I understand, Dad. You're overworked. So when do you think you'll be home?"
Tom jerked his gaze away from his secretary's lovely black pussy. Covering the receiver with his hand, he whispered softly, "She wants to know when I'll be home."
Suzy kicked off her shoes and shrugged. "Whenever."
Tom returned his attention to the telephone without taking his eyes off his naked secretary as she reached for the belt of his pants.
"Honey, I might be out all night long," he croaked, as Suzy unzipped his pants and slipped them to his knees.
His heavy cock jerked free and sprang upward.
"Oh, all right." She sounded disappointed. "I hope you're not working by yourself."
"Oh, no, I have my secretary-I mean-No, no! I didn't mean that the way it sounded."
"How did you mean it?" the voice on the other end of the line asked slowly.
"Well, I meant that I'm working late," he said carefully, trying to weigh each word, "and so is my secretary, and that we might just have to spend the whole night together...working, I mean."
"I see," she said. Then she chuckled. "Tell me the truth; are you and your secretary having a 'thing' together?"
"A thing?"
"Hey, I'm a big girl," his daughter chided. "You can tell me. I can handle it."
"Well, maybe something like that," he admitted sheepishly.
"Well, go for it, Dad. I'll be okay, so don't worry about me. Bye."
"She knows," he said as he hung up the telephone.
"You didn't have to tell her," Suzy said, licking her lips slowly as she gazed at the big, hard shaft that angled outward like a flagpole from his dark thicket of cock hair.
"I'm not much good at lying."
"She'd probably find out about it soon enough, anyway," she said matter-of-factly, apparently pleased at the sight of his swollen, purple-shafted cock. "You can't keep a secret long in this town."
"You're probably right," he muttered, his attention already drifting as he eyes raked hungrily over her naked body. "Our newspaper can't hold a candle to the speed of the back fence gossip in this town." His voice deepened. "Where's the bedroom, pussycat?"
Suzy led him out of the kitchen. She was naked, her rump swaying provocatively before him, and he was pants-less, with his heavy cock stretching toward her ass-hole as it bounced beneath his shirttails. She sat on the edge of the bed and smiled while she watched him get rid of the rest of his clothes.
"Oh, yes, lover," she whispered, reaching toward his cock. "Mmmmm, you do have what I want."
Her flattery and her teasing fingers added an extra inch to his cock's extension, and she leaned down and kissed its firm rubbery head. Her tongue slipped out and swirled over it. "Mmmmmm," she murmured, holding its purple head delicately in her fingers while she licked up and down the stretched shaft. "Nice."
"Oh, pussycat," he groaned, his hips straining to move his cock even closer to her teasing lips. "Yes, pussycat, yes."
"Mmmmm-aaahhhh," she breathed as she slipped her lips around the end of his cock. Clutching his balls in her hands, she slowly engulfed his prick with her mouth.
He groaned as his cock slid deep into the wet warmth of her mouth. Her eyelids fluttered while she savored the taste and the feel of it, and her nostrils twitched at his pungent smell. Her head began to bob up and down.
God, she's doing it! He groaned with pleasure. She's sucking my cock! After all these years of watching, imagining, and lusting, I've got her naked and beautiful with my cock in her mouth. And, God!-she's young enough and big-titted enough to be my daughter-yeah, my sexy daughter.
"Suzy, pussycat," he winced. "Suck it, pussycat, suck my cock. Oh, pussycat, that's good!" His hips pumped toward her face and his balls began to tighten.
"Cum, lover," Suzy murmured sensing his growing excitement. Her tongue swirled over the tip of his prick, savoring the flavor of his oozing pre-cum juices. She slipped it into her mouth again. "Go ahead, cum in my mouth," she mumbled around it.
Tom's eyes narrowed with lust as her stared down at the top of her bobbing head. Feeling his cock begin to swell, he arched his hips forward and pushed his cock deep into her mouth. He let out a groan of excitement as his cock jerked and his balls dumped their load into the back of his throat.
Suzy gulped fast, her gasps timed to his groans as warm cum flooded her throat. It was a wonderful, tasty flood, and she gripped his hips holding him to her while her cheeks tightened rhythmically, encouraging the flow.
"Ohhh, pussycat," he groaned, letting out a final sigh.
"Mmmmmm." Her throaty moan gurgled with the sound of the cum that was slowly settling in her throat. She let his shrinking cock slip from her mouth and licked her lips, savoring the flavor as she cleaned them of cum and cock juices.
Mmmmm, that was good, very good.
His hands relaxed, releasing the back of her head.
"Oohhh, lover, that was wonderful," she whispered.
"Yeah, pussycat." He chuckled softly, feeling young again. "Yeah, that was good." He reached down and helped her to her feet.
Suzy slipped back onto the bed. "That was number one," she said with a twinkle in her eye.
"Yeah, that was number one," he agreed, urging her down onto her back. He felt at ease now, as he laid down beside her on the bed. He was no longer a middle-aged man seducing his secretary, but a young lover dallying with his sweetheart. Of course, he was her boss, and she was his employee-married, with her husband in the Navy, stationed overseas. And that's what made it so perfect! He could love her-make love to her without falling in love with her-keeping her happy at home while her husband dipped his wick in foreign pussy. It was good for them all-a win-win-win situation.
"I'm not even going to ask what you're thinking," she said, stretching her arms out to him. "You're probably planning next week's editorial."
He chuckled as she moved into her embrace and molded his body to hers. "Wrong, pussycat. My mind is completely on you." Relishing in the warmth of her breasts tight against his chest and her heated love nest cuddling his damp balls, he met her open mouth with his. They sucked in each other's tongue. With their initial passion dulled, there was no hurry as they explored each other in a deep, lingering kiss.
"God, pussycat, you sure can kiss," he murmured, as he pulled his lips away and brushed feathery kisses along her cheek and down her neck.
"It's easy when you're naked," she said with a liquid chuckle.
"You're lovely, naked," he remarked, pausing with his head poised over her huge breasts, licking his lips as he studied their plump, white-fleshed lines.
"You're not too shabby yourself."
"You think so?" he asked, obviously pleased by the compliment.
"I think so-and I'm sure half of New Bumey thinks so."
"Only half?" he asked with a pout.
She chuckled. "The female half." Cupping her tits in her hands, she pushed them upward, thrusting her pink nipples toward his lips. "Suck 'em, lover," she cooed. "Suck my nubbies."
He flicked the point of one nipple with his tongue, kissed it, then caught it with his teeth and stretched it outward before letting it snap back into place and turning to the other tit.
Her eyes narrowed and she cooed, enjoying the electric thrills that brought her tits to life and stoked the flames of fire that had begun to warm to her belly. It had been fun, until now-stripping, playing nakedly, bringing him off, sucking down his cum-but the sex fun began to take on a new dimension as the desire rose in her loins.
Her breathing became more rapid, her breaths shorter and shorter as she came closer to that peak that she so desired. A thrill shot through her body when his head lifted away from her breasts and she felt the wet stroke of his tongue along her inner thigh.
"Yes," Suzy gurgled. "Yes, lover, yesss." Propping herself up on one elbow to watch him, she twined her fingers into his hair and gently nudged his face even closer to her pussy.
The tip of his tongue wound into the curly thatch that veiled her cunt, parting the pelt.
She squeezed her thighs together tightly, trying to hold back the cresting excitement that was bubbling in her liquid core.
She felt his tongue part the hairy thatch that veiled her cunt.
His tongue slid between her legs, smoothly separating the swollen ridges of her pussy lips.
"Ahhh! Oh, God, eat me, Tom!" she whined passionately. "Eat my pussy, lover. Eat me!"
Pussy!
The thought filled Tom's mind again as he caught a deep whiff of the aroma of hot, feminine passion. Pussy!
His tongue cut cleanly between the velvety smooth lips of her cunt and dipped into her hot, soppy opening. Curling his hands around the firm, smooth cheeks of her ass, he buried his lips in her cunt flesh.
His lips swirled in her insides, then pulled back to settle around the tiny, lust-engorged shaft of her clit.
She squealed with the intensity of her excitement. Her hips began to toss and twist, rubbing her cunt against his face.
"Oooh, lover, ooooh yes, yes," she purred heatedly while his mouth fed rabidly on her pussy flesh. Her tummy muscles began to tighten. "Oh, yes, pussycat, that's wonderful."
Tom had never been with such a wanton partner, and her moans of pleasure encouraged him to go beyond the limits he had always imposed before. He tried desperately to fill his hunger for pussy while her hips bucked and rolled beneath him. He had never had more than a lick or two of pussy before, but now he was smothered in the pulsing, intimate flesh of a woman and drowning in her juices.
I'm going to make her cum-yes, I'm going to make her cum with my mouth-and then I'm going to fuck her!
His tongue flicked rapidly against her clit and her hips arched high, then dropped back to the bed. She let out a screech and her legs shot out in a wide vee, her toes stretching skyward.
Her belly rumbled and her climax descended like the clap of a thunderbolt.
"Tom! God, I'm cumming." A white-hot wave of ecstasy rolled over her body. "Fuck me, lover! Fuck me! Fuck me with your tongue!"
Tom wrapped his arms around her ass, holding his face pressed to her pussy while her hips thrashed wildly.
He had never seen a woman in such wild abandon; he had never caused a woman such intense excitement. And his dick became painfully hard as he slurped up her sweet nectar.
Pussy...and I'm going to get it! I'm going to fuck her!
Breathing hard, he held tight until he felt her spasms cease. She sobbed gently as her legs dropped back down onto the bed.
He could wait no longer. Pulling away from her, he rocked back onto his ankles between her legs.
Suzy's eyes widened as they saw the size and the strength of the cock that angled upward above her.
"Yes, Tom," she breathed, reaching out with her right hand for his cock and guiding it down between her legs. "That's what I want! Fuck me!"
With a grunt, Tom thrust his cock deep into her pussy.
She wiggled her hips, helping to seat him fully.
"Yeeeeeah!" she grunted, feeling the muscles inside her begin to tighten again.
She bit her lip, trying to hold back her cresting emotions just a little, wanting to enjoy the thrusting push of that huge shaft just a little longer while it spread the tight, clinging tissues of her pussy and drove for her depths. God, her boss was a real man-every bit as much a man as her husband was, and maybe even more so. Oh, yes, yes, they were going to have some good times together.
"Yes, yes, lover," she murmured, weaving her hips around his as the hard head of his cock slid in and out of her.
"Oh, God, that's good," he grunted, holding for a moment at the bottom of his stroke to savor the sensation of her tight, hot cunt gripping him fully. He felt a part of her, as if their spirits were joined as well as their flesh. He felt clearly the spasm that rippled along her cunt walls and the surge of orgasmic fervor that rushed along behind it. As his balls tightened, he made one last jerking motion and slammed his balls tight to her crotch, driving the head of his prick to the mouth of her womb as it spit out its load of fiery, liquid heat.
The pair jerked together, their bodies intensifying the excitement by fighting against each other, until exhaustion overcame them.
Breathing heavy, he pulled his soft cock out of her cunt and rolled away from her.
Suzy murmured pleasantly and ran her fingers through the sweat-soaked hair on his chest. "That was number two," she cooed pleasantly.
Number two? Only number two? Surely the woman had lost count.
CHAPTER FOUR
Tom didn't return home until the next afternoon. That gave Katy plenty of time to think about her newfound father.
Her dad had always been a shadowy figure in her life. Her mother seldom talked about him, and the things she said about him were seldom complimentary. There was only that one faded photograph of him, sitting on a threadbare couch hunched over a guitar.
When she had finally decided to look him-up, she had been surprised at how easy he had been to find. He had been suspicious when she first talked to him on the phone. He claimed he had no idea he had a daughter. But, after he had gotten used to the idea, he had invited her to come down for the summer.
Katy had been hesitant at first. And her mother had been no encouragement. But now she was glad she had overcome her reservations and ventured south to finally meet her dad.
The fact that he didn't seem dad-like at all made her visit all the more intriguing. And him having an affair with his secretary-that was just too much! He seemed more like an older brother than a father, or an uncle-or maybe even just the guy next door. Older, sure, but sexy in a mature way.
Now, she stared at him thoughtfully across the table as he tried to eat spaghetti without slopping it all over the place. Yeah, he was a sexy guy, all right.
"This is great," he said. "You're a good cook."
She laughed. "I'm afraid this is the only thing I can make."
"Well, nowadays, with the microwave, I suppose a woman doesn't really need to cook."
"So, how was last night?" she asked, changing to a more interesting subject.
"Last night?" He adverted his eyes. "Oh, that was all right."
"Is she pretty?"
"Suzy? Oh, yeah. She's young...lovely."
"Sexy?"
He chuckled. "When you're my age, all young women are sexy."
"Even me?" she caught herself asking.
"Especially you," he replied. "And I didn't mean that in a lecherous way," he added quickly. "I'm proud of you, proud of you as my daughter, and I'm very pleased that you're so attractive and, yes, so sexy."
"Tom," she said evenly, staring across the table at him, "let's forget that I'm your daughter."
"Pardon me?"
"I've lived all my life without a father-without a lot of regrets, I might add-and I can't see you suddenly filling a place in my life that never existed. I'd rather we established an honest relationship based upon friendship."
He thought about that for a minute, then nodded as he swallowed a mouthful of spaghetti. "That sounds reasonable enough, Katy. I don't think I'd feel comfortable with that hokey father-daughter stuff, anyway."
"In that case," she said, teasing him with a wink, "and considering your interest in sexy young women, I guess I'd better keep my bedroom door locked."
"There are no locks," he said with a grin. "There's never been any necessity-but so much for that." The conversation was taking a dangerous turn. "What have you been doing with yourself, stuck out here in the woods?"
"I've been exploring," she said. "I found a cool-looking swimming hole back there in the woods."
"You'd better be careful about that," he muttered. "The locals go there for skinny dipping."
"Oh?" she said with wide-eyed innocence. "You, too?"
"Sometimes."
She appeared shocked. "I can't imagine the whole town romping naked together."
"Not the whole town, sweetheart. Just the neighbors and a few others. And it's not as bad as it sounds. Once you get used to it, there's nothing really special about nudity. And, actually, it's the ultimate in honesty. You can't very well put on airs when your body is completely bared."
Katy laughed and started to gather the dishes. "So what are we waiting for? Let's do these dishes and take a dip before it gets dark."
Katy tried to still her anxiety as she moved deeper into the woods, following a step behind her father. She tried to deny the growing feeling of sexual excitement by concentrating on the beauty of the greenery that surrounded them and the birdsong that charmed the lush stillness. It was all so fresh and natural, and made the beauty of the city parks that she was used to seem artificial.
Tom squeezed her hand as they emerged onto the grassy oasis of the swimming hole. "Katy," her dad said, turning to her, "I'm glad that you came. I'm glad that we've had a chance to meet each other."
"I'm glad too, Dad-oophs! I mean, Tom. I keep forgetting that we're just friends."
"It was your idea," he said.
"And maybe it wasn't such a good one."
He touched her chin and turned her face up toward his. "How old are you, sweetheart?" he asked, looking searchingly into her eyes.
She smiled. "Twenty."
"Ah, to be young again."
"You're only as young as you feel."
"And right now I feel twenty," he said, as he reached for her and pulled her tightly against him.
Katy's gaze flicked down to his mouth and she held her breath, entranced by the way he took his time leaning closer and closer until his mouth covered hers. He kissed her slowly sweetly, almost reverently.
"Mmmmm," she murmured. "Did you kiss like that when you were twenty?"
"No," he murmured. "It used to be more like this...."
And when he lowered his head to kiss her again. Katy was startled as his tongue swept into her mouth. Not startled by the kiss, but that her own father would kiss her that way. And that she would welcome such a kiss, and want it to go on and on and on.
Forever.
She kissed him back hungrily, desperately, reaching up to meet him on the tips of her toes. She pulled him even more tightly against her, running her fingers through the soft hair on the back of his neck. All of her senses seemed to explode as she kissed him harder, deeper, as if this were the man she had been waiting for all her life.
"Well," Tom breathed as he pulled back, pushing her away to arm's length, breathing hard. Both alarm and elation were written on his face. "I don't know what to say...I'm sorry, I suppose."
"I'm not. That was...delicious."
"Oh, Katy, sweetheart," he murmured, as he leaned forward again. His daughter closed the gap between them, and his tongue traced the soft fullness of her lips.
The strength left her, and she threw her arms around his neck and joined in the kiss as her knees turned to water.
He cupped the cheeks of her ass through the shorts she was wearing and pulled her closer. His tongue slipped into her mouth and sent shivers of desire racing through her.
Limp in his strong arms, Katy felt his cock swell against her belly. She sighed and plunged her tongue deep into his mouth. Her hands clutched the muscles of his arms and felt his strength. It was a thrill just to touch him. His maturity was far more exciting than the youthful gropings that she was used to. The feel of his cock straining for her through their clothing sent chills of excitement running up and down her spine. It was crazy to feel this way about her own father. It was insane!
"God!" he groaned, as he felt her body tremble and her soft tits brush against his chest.
"So much for father-daughter," she muttered, breathing heavily.
"Yeah. It's more like lecherous old man, sexy young nymph."
She winked at him. "Or how about sexy old man and lecherous young nymph?"
He stared at her for a moment, then smiled. "Katy, you're something else." He reached out and touched her gently heaving tits. "But then I guess the younger generation is more sexually aware these days than they were in my time," he said, stroking the mounds through layers of fabric that covered them.
"Not me," she said.
"Why, sweetheart?" he asked, his hands toying with the sweatshirt she was wearing, lifting the bottom edge to bare the flesh of her belly. He stopped before revealing her tits.
"Oh, I don't know. I guess I just never found the right guy." Or girl, she thought, shaking all over. She was so confused. And now, here, with her own father was turning her on...making her long, shapely legs tremble with desire. Fire was beginning to burn in her insides, and the walls of her cunt were starting to moisten.
He smiled and ran his fingers over the soft, smooth flesh of her exposed belly. "Someday your prince will come," he hummed.
Trying to suppress her growing lust, Katy stepped back and jerked her shirt over her head. "I-I suppose we might as well get in the water," she said, trying to remain calm as she unhooked her bra.
"Yeah," her father said, watching as she exposed her tits to his gaze.
Her nipples tingled. "A-are they all right?" she asked, arching her back and causing her tits to jut provocatively, just as if she were posing for a young lover. The heat was growing inside her, and it felt like firecrackers were popping in her belly.
"They're perfect," he said, his look almost reverent as he stared at her tits. "May I?" he asked, reaching forward to gently stroke her tits.
"What can I say?" she asked lightly, trying to fake a careless laugh that caused her nipples to bounce between his fingertips.
"You could say no," he said as he leaned toward her and pressed a kiss to her mouth.
Say no? How could she? Her lush body collapsed in his arms as her tongue went wild in his mouth. Again, she felt his cock prodding her belly. She threw her arms around his neck and pressed her bare tits into the soft material of his shirt while he cupped the cheeks of her ass and pulled their bodies even closer together.
She covered his face with hot, wet kisses while her hands roamed his body. They pushed into the front of his shirt to roam in the matted hair of his chest. The desire she was feeling was stronger than any she held felt for a man. And he was her father!
"Daddy," she murmured, plunging her tongue deep into his mouth.
"Oh, Katy, baby," he groaned, his cock swelling against her. His hands massaged the cheeks of her ass. His hands stroked the mounds of her tits, then skimmed down her body to the waistband of shorts. His fingers worked with the hooks that held the waistband tight, and then the shorts were slipping over her hips and sliding down her thighs and her legs. A second later, her panties joined the puddle of material around her ankles.
He stepped back to view her naked loveliness. "You're as beautiful as your mother," he whispered, as his eyes roamed from the thrusting mounds of her heaving tits to the dark tangle of hair that covered her pussy. The soft curls were trimmed into a neat rectangle that ran from the untanned line of her bikini downward and between her thighs. "Is your mother still sexy-looking?" he asked, motioning for her to turn for him.
"Remarkably so," she commented, turning slowly so that her father could view her profile, "for a woman her age."
"like mother, like daughter."
"Lord, I hope not!"
She turned fully so that he could see her ass. It was immensely exciting to be doing this, posing, stark-naked, for a man in the middle of the woods. It was crazy, but what a thrill! Perhaps she had an exhibitionist streak.
And the man she was posing for was her father. But that made it all right, didn't it? They were family. She remembered friends talking about playing naked with their brothers. It was safe with a relative, because you couldn't really do anything, could you?
"Aren't you going to join me in a swim?" she asked, trying to stifle the growing feeling inside her.
"Maybe we shouldn't do this," he said, as he began to undress.
"Maybe we shouldn't," she agreed.
But a minute later, his pants were sliding down and her eyes gaped at the sight of his raging hard-on. It jutted out from between his legs like a bar of steel.
"I'm sorry," he said. "It's a natural reaction."
"Damn it!" she muttered, as she quaked with longing. Her skin tingled, and a flush came to her cheeks. There was a sprinkling of gray in the matting of hair that covered his chest, but it was thick and dark around the base of his belly where the thick root of his prick extended outward. "I wish you weren't my father!"
"We left that relationship back at the house," he grunted, his big dick bouncing as he tossed his clothing aside.
She felt her skin tingle as she remembered the words of another naked man: An unwritten rule...whatever happens here, stays here. God! This was a magical place!
Mesmerized as much by the magic of the place as by the sight of him, she moved toward him, her skin tingling.
He took her in his arms. "Katy, baby," he whispered, and he kissed her.
She melted in the passion of his kiss and the heat of his embrace. She could feel his cock pressing against her belly, unencumbered by clothing. It was hot, and hard. Her fingers became bolder as they slipped down his body. She touched his prick, squeezed it curiously, then explored the length of it with her fingertips from its thick base to the fat, rubbery knob at its end. She remembered the other man, the naked Adonis, she had seen at this very spot, and she wondered if his huge-looking cock was actually any bigger than the one that was in her hands. Which organ was the stronger one; which would give a woman the biggest thrill as it pumped her full of its manly cream?
"Oh, God, Katy," Tom whimpered, lifting her in his arms and carrying her to a grassy spot where he laid her down.
He was going to fuck her! Oh, God, her own father was going to fuck her with that big, sexy prick of his-the prick that had fucked her mother-the prick that had made her!
She pressed back in her bed of leaves, spread her legs and raised her arms to him.
"Come, Daddy. Come to baby. Fuck me, Tom! Fuck me like you did Mama!" she moaned.
Fiery lust filled Tom's eyes as they drank in the sight of his daughter's lush figure-her jutting tits, her rolling hips, her squirming ass. "You're a little bitch," he muttered.
She chuckled, then hissed, "Yes, yessss! I'm a big bitch. Fuck me! Fuck me with that big, beautiful cock of yours! Fuck me!"
Tom was startled by his daughter's complete surrender to her passion. She seemed so un-like the woman he thought he had grown to know in the past couple of days. Nothing had led him to believe that she would be so wanton in her desire. She was just like he was himself when he cast off the restraints and let himself go. God! She was a bitch! A true, wanton bitch!
Rising on his legs between her legs he chuckled and stroked his long cock teasingly before her eyes. "You like cock?"
She whimpered impatiently. "I don't know, Daddy. I've never had good cock-not really good cock-not like that."
"Well, I'm going to show you, sweetheart." He reached down and fondled her pussy, parting the swollen lips with his fingertips to expose her pink inner flesh. "I'm going to show you what this pussy is juicy for."
"Yes, yes! Show me what my pussy is for! Fuck me! Fuck me good!"
But Tom wasn't ready to end things so soon. God, he couldn't remember ever being so hot! This woman-his daughter, flesh of his own flesh-was really turning him on. He had to seize this moment and take advantage of it-it was something that was never going to happen again. It shouldn't be happening now. But if it was going to happen, he wanted to make the most of it.
Tearing his eyes away from the sight of her glistening cunt, he crawled over her until he was straddling her body with his ass over her tits and her hard, pointy nipples were just grazing his ass cheeks.
"Suck it, first," he grunted. "Suck my cock."
Her jaw dropped as she stared at the cock that stretched above her face. She had never examined one so closely. Not only could she see its dark, lacy lines, but she could feel its heat and smell its strong, male odor. And as she watched, a drop of thick fluid oozed from its tip to dangle on an elastic, inch-long thread just over her lips.
"Ooooooh, God!" Casting all reservations aside, she reached up with both hands to grasp his heavy balls with one while she tugged downward on the thick shaft with the other.
"Uhgghh," Tom grunted, jabbing his cock toward her mouth. "Suck it, Baby! Suck it for Papa!"
Her father's obscene demands thrilled Katy as her lips wrapped around his swollen cockhead. She robbed the juice from its end with a wet, sucking kiss. That first taste demanded another, and she pumped the shaft with her fist, trying to coax forth a steady flow of his tasty pre-cum goodness. Slowly, she sucked more and more of the love muscle in, thrilling to the throbbing of its blood-gorged veins as they passed through her lips.
"Suck it!" he demanded, her hot mouth driving him frantic with lust.
"Yes, Daddy," she crooned around her mouthful of throbbing man flesh. "Yes, yesss, yessss."
Her tongue swirled around the cock. She alternated, sucking, then licking...sucking, then licking. The organ was too big to fit comfortably all the way in her mouth, so one hand kept up a steady, stroking rhythm on its thick base while she sucked and licked...suck... lick...suck...lick;
Tom threw back his head and growled deliriously. "Suck it, girl!" His hips slammed forward.
She gasped audibly and paused as his manhood filled her mouth fully.
His fingers curled into her blonde tresses and held her face pressed to his crotch. As she started sucking again, he felt the pressure mounting in his balls.
"Here goes, Katy!" he suddenly warned. "Here I...aaaarrrghhhhhh!"
Katy sucked frantically as she felt his cock swell in her mouth. She tried to deny what was happening even as she was encouraging it. God, she couldn't be sucking a cock! Nasty, filthy-oh, good God!
His prick exploded in her mouth, spraying her throat with a stream of hot cock cream.
Katy gulped down her first taste of cum. Then, her nostrils flaring, she gripped his ass cheeks and sucked hard as another shot of hot, creamy cum flowed toward her belly. And then another. And another. Until the flow ended, and her cheeks relaxed.
Cock juice that had leaked from her mouth glistened on her cheeks as she pulled away and looked up at her father. "So this is the way fathers and daughters do it," she said gleefully, and a bit relieved. "Oral sex."
"No, sweetheart," he said, pushing her back down on the ground and moving to his knees again. He stared down at her pussy with lust-glazed eyes. "This is the way fathers and daughters do it."
Katy saw that her father's cock was becoming hard and thick again.
"Yes, Daddy!" she cried, reaching for it. "Fuck me. Put your cock in my cunt!"
Tom groaned as he felt his daughter's hand squeeze his cock while she begged him to fuck her. He slipped both hands around her hips and lifted her ass, angling her crotch upwards. Then his cock was sliding into his daughter's tight, wet pussy.
"Ohhhh, Daddy," she sighed, shivering as she felt her father's thick, hard manliness push deep inside her. Her pussy enfolded him all the way to the balls. A shudder swept her. She had never been penetrated so fully before.
She pulled her legs back and draped them over his shoulders as he dug in and began fucking her with an energetic rhythm. Her body rocked back and forth in the grass as his hefty cock slid in and out of her, each inch of its movement sending tantalizing thrills from her pussy to the far ends of her body.
"Mmmmm, Daddy, that feels sooo good! My pussy has never been so full of prick before. You're so big! So hot and hard!" She squealed excitedly as her whole body began to vibrate along with the throbbing of her pussy walls.
"Yeah, baby, and you're tight," Tom said, enjoying the tight clasp of his daughter's pussy around his cock. "Am I good."
"The best, baby. The best."
And she was. The best he'd ever had. Although they wanted to deny their relationship, there was something special about the father-daughter bond that made her the perfect fuck partner for him. Her lusts seemed to match his exactly.
With a heavy grunt, he shoved his prick all the way to the back of his daughter's pussy.
"G-G-God, Daddy," she groaned, her teeth chattering. "T-t-this is t-t-too fucking much!"
Katy lifted her ass from the ground and humped and twisted around her father's pounding thrusts. Working together, father and daughter fucked each other, their bodies in perfect time, their lust building at a matching pace.
And then, just when she thought she could stand it no more, Katy heard her father let out a shout and a liquid heat suddenly filled her insides.
"Oh, Daddy, I'm cumming!" she shrieked, as the throes of a powerful orgasm shattered her nerves. Her pussy released a flood of juice that mixed with the sex fluids her father was pumping into her hot hole. The love mixture squished out to smear his groin and ran lewdly down her legs. His rapid pace sent flicks of foam to decorate the outer fringes of her pussy patch.
"Uggghhh, aaarrrghhhh, ahhhhh!"
"Yes, yes, Daddy! Yes!"
Tom huffed, humping until even after his balls had emptied themselves within her warmth. When his prick was feeble and slapping uselessly between their bodies, he pulled away and rolled onto his back beside her.
"God, Katy...I...think I love you."
His naked daughter pushed up on one arm beside him and teased her fingers through the sweat-drenched curls that covered his chest.
"Tom-dear, dear friend, I know I love you," she said sweetly.
CHAPTER FIVE
Katy had just walked out of the grocery store with an armload of bags when she saw a familiar figure turn the corner a block away. It was the young stud she had watched in action at the swimming hole. Wanting to avoid him, she ducked into the nearest doorway. The smells that enveloped her told her immediately that she had sought refuge in a beauty shop.
"Can I help you?" a young blonde woman asked, as she approached Katy.
"I, ah-oh!" It was the same woman she had witnessed being fucked by the very man she was trying to elude.
"You look like you've seen a ghost."
"I, ah-oh, God." She let out a breath and sank into a chair. She was trembling like a leaf, thoroughly disconcerted by the odd coincidence.
The blonde pulled aside a lacy curtain and looked out toward the street. "No one out there to be afraid of-'cept Randy Hanks." She turned back toward Katy with a quizzical look. "And there ain't many women in this town that would run very fast from him."
"N-no? Why not?" she found herself asking.
"Well, now, Randy, there, is generally considered one of the best catches in this little burg. Not only does he have an ed-u-cation-he went to the JC in New Burney and got a degree in air-conditioning-but it's said that he can drive a woman right into the high-C's-if you know what I mean," she said with a big wink. "Of course, I couldn't verify that as an actual fact, but most women in this town could. There ain't too many ladies in town who haven't spread their legs for him-and that includes two of my best customers-good, upright, Baptist ladies, both of 'em."
Katy looked aghast. "Baptist ladies?"
The blonde nodded. "With husbands and children. Choir singers, both of 'em. And they both have the worst kind of air-conditioning problems you can imagine. Have to have Johnny stop by once a week-while the old man's at work, of course."
"Why, that's terrible!" Katy said with a look of disgust.
The blonde laughed. "That's the way of the world, darlin'. You're lookin' better, now. Whatever scared you seems to have died away. Care to have your hair done?"
"Why not?" Katy said, feeling easier. The blonde seemed genuinely friendly, and she had nothing better to do this afternoon.
"I'm Cora," the other woman said, as she helped Katy get settled into a chair, "and you must be Tom Eastwood's daughter-hey, don't be so shocked. Everybody knows everything in this town."
"Everything?"
"Everything," the blonde stated with a wink. "And they tell it all right here in these chairs."
"Of course, you're right," said Katy. "I'm Katy." She relaxed as Cora started to work on her hair. "So, if this guy, Randy, is such a good catch, why hasn't someone caught him?" she asked conversationally.
"Some say that he's a mama's boy."
"A mama's boy?"
"You know-he plays games with his mama."
"You don't mean-" Katy blushed, thinking of her own incestuous experience.
The blonde nodded knowingly. "Yep-not that he's the only one who plays games with his mama."
Katy's jaw gaped and she stared in shock at the blonde's mirror image. "You mean that incest is rampant in this town?"
Cora laughed. "No, I didn't mean that at all! I meant that both Randy and his mother are sort of noted for their loose behavior."
"Oh." Katy's indignation eased.
"Although incest isn't exactly unheard of in these parts...but it's not rampant-but here I am running off at the mouth to a city girl like you-I'll bet you're involved in all sorts of things!"
"Me? Why, actually no," she said, happy to have the conversation move away from incest. "Although, I do have a couple of lesbian friends."
"Now, that's something you don't hear much about in these parts. Have you done it yourself?"
"Me? Oh, no." She shook her head vigorously. "Have you?"
The hairdresser chuckled. "I've tried most everything-that, too. A time or two, anyway."
"Did you like it?" Katy asked curiously. "I mean, was it better than with a man?"
"Sex is always fun," said the blonde, "any which-way it's done." She slipped her hands down over Katy's shoulders and rubbed her breasts. Katy's nipples immediately hardened under her clothing. "See what I mean?"
"I-It was just a normal reaction," Katy said, flushing guiltily.
"Normal, shnormal. You're horny, girl."
Katy caught her breath. "Are you offering to do something about it?"
Cora chuckled. "I thought you'd never ask." She picked up an "OUT FOR LUNCH" sign and moved toward the window. "C'mon, girl, let's move into the back room."
The back room was a storage area with a desk and a cot. Katy shook as she waited for the other woman to join her. She wondered if the cot was used regularly for...such encounters.
"Okay, darlin', now we should have a good hour to ourselves, and, God, darlin', we're goin' to need it if you're half as hot as I am."
Katy tried to make her mind go blank as she heard the door close behind them. Then, scarcely a heartbeat later, she was in the arms of another woman. "Oh, Cora," she murmured. "I'm so-"
"-Scared?"
"No, just nervous."
"Just let yourself go, darlin'. "
The blonde's lips lightly touched her own.
Katy relaxed, just letting herself go. It felt good in the other woman's arms. Really good. Pushing her inhibitions aside, she returned the other woman's kiss.
Cora's tongue slid inside Katy's mouth. Katy's pressed smoothly against it. Their tongues twined in a sensuous dance, one that seemed far more arousing then the probing jabs of a male tongue in her mouth. Her pussy began to get wet. And when Cora's hand ran down from her neck to lift her breasts, a shudder ran through her insides.
The other woman's moves freed Katy to indulge her own curiosity. She reached for Cora's tits and cupped them in her hands. It was the first time she had touched another woman's tits; she found them firm and heavy. Her fingers found Cora's nipples through her blouse and she scratched at them with her sharp nails. The tit spikes swelled, growing longer and thicker. At the same time, Cora was doing the same thing to her, making her own nipples swell and burn with fire.
"Darlin', I feel like a piece of corn that's overdue to pop," the blonde said, as she stepped back and began to unbutton Katy's dress.
"W-what, I mean how-I don't know what to do."
"Just leave it to me, darlin'. I'll show you." She gave Katy a happy wink. "I think you'll be a fast learner."
Katy couldn't believe she was letting this happen to her. But she was, and she was even eager for the experience as she felt her dress being pushed off her shoulders.
It fell in a puddle around her ankles.
"Darlin', you're adorable," the hairdresser said, as she eyed Katy, who was clad now in only her bra and panties.
"I could just eat you right up-yum, yum!" Cora said, bending down to nip at Katy's tits through her bra. "Oh, darlin', I can't wait to see these big beauties," she said, as she reached around Katy's back to unhook her bra. "God! Those are nice!"
Katy moaned as the woman planted wet kisses all over her bare breasts. She shifted her stance as her pussy throbbed uncomfortably, begging for relief.
Cora guided Katy to the cot. "Guys are so lucky," she said. "They get to play with tits all the time. Not that I'm knocking sucking a cock, mind you, but sucking a nice firm tit with a sharp, peaky nipple is a pleasure all its own."
"Y-Yes," Katy croaked, anxious to try the experience herself. "W-why don't you take off your things?"
"Why don't I indeed?" the blonde giggled, standing to strip away her own clothing.
The blonde was every bit as sexy as she had appeared from a distance that day in the woods. Her skin was flawless, her flesh looking all soft and smooth. She had huge tits, as big as Katy had herself, and they were thrusty and firm-looking. Her waist was slim, and her pussy had a sparse thatch of dark hair that feathered away from the thick lobes that curved between her legs. Katy tried to remain calm as she eyed it, but her insides churned. It was the first time she had ever viewed another woman's pussy.
"You're beautiful," Katy whispered, lying back as the blonde went down on her knees beside the bed and bent her head back to Katy's tits. She fondled and squeezed them and pushed them together, making her nipples form sharp peaks that she bit, then licked with her tongue. As Katy thrilled, she tried to remember the woman's every move, eagerly awaiting the chance to return every lick, every kiss, every nibble. She would show that she was an apt student of the erotic arts.
Bending over her, Cora let her hair drag over Katy's breasts, then she rubbed their bare nipples together.
Katy groaned with pleasure. She rolled over at the blonde's urging, and the other woman began to kiss and lick every inch of Katy's back. Katy had never had so much attention lavished on her body. Thrill followed thrill as the woman's mouth and tongue moved all the way down to her ass cheeks, and then between them. She pressed the cheeks apart with the palms of her hands and licked between them. Her tongue teased Katy's ass-hole. It puckered, and a shiver ran up and down her spine.
"You into ass-fucking?" the woman asked.
"N-n-no."
"Hmmm. You really ought to try it. Turn back over, darlin', " she ordered gently, patting Katy's ass.
Katy obeyed, and the other woman's tongue began doing the same thorough cleansing of the front of her body as it had done to the back. Katy's pulse beat faster and faster as the blonde's tongue moved back and forth across her belly, slowly moving closer to her pussy. Hot, wet juices were seeping from her pussy and running down the insides of her thighs.
Then her tongue was twining in Katy's pussy hair. The sensations were exquisite; Katy hoped that they would never stop. Just when she thought the woman's tongue would finally touch her pussy, Cora teased right around the throbbing pussy lips and started cleaning the insides of her thighs. Katy didn't mind the disappointment. The soft touch of her tongue still kept the juices flowing.
When Cora's tongue finally did flick across her clit, Katy nearly died. Every muscle of her body clenched in an excitement more intense than any she had ever experienced. Holding her right on the brink of orgasm, the woman pushed her tongue in Katy's pussy and gently stroked her.
Katy let out a low, steady trill as the woman played her body as if it were a musical instrument, licking her pussy while she shivered and moaned and occasionally touching her clit with the tip of her tongue.
Pushing a finger into Katy's hole, she began finger-fucking her. The feeling was less intense than it had been with her tongue, but the finger stretched farther into Katy's sex channel than the tongue had been able to. The woman added a second finger, filling Katy's small opening. Then she began licking Katy's clit.
Oh, it felt good! The fingers fucking her while the tongue licked around her throbbing pussy lips and her clit. Occasionally, she blew on it, and that felt just as good as the licking. Only different.
"Oh, that's wonderful. That's wonderful," Katy moaned, as sensation built on sensation, pushing her excitement ever higher.
Cora continued to tease. She kept Katy right on the edge, easing back to prolong the tension, then building again, but never enough to push her over the edge.
"I can't stand it!" Katy finally cried. "I've got to cum! Make me cum! Please, please," she whimpered. "Make me cum."
Cora held off for just a moment longer, then her tongue began flicking rapidly across Katy's clit.
Katy's clit started buzzing. The intense excitement quickly spread through her pussy, then to the ends of her body. The tension broke, and a sudden outpouring of rapture flooded over her. Wave after wave of pleasure washed her from limb to limb, cascaded to a peak, and then left her in total exhaustion.
But Cora's tongue never stopped strumming her overwrought emotions. The tension quickly built again, and then a second outpouring flooded her.
"Enough!" Katy finally gasped. "Enough! Enough!"
Cora rocked back on her heels and watched with a gleam on her face while Katy recovered. "Was it good, darlin'? "
"It was good," Katy sighed. "It was the best!"
The hairdresser laughed. "People are fools when they start drawing lines. Sex is good. All sex is good."
She had made a believer out of Katy. The young woman's eyes roamed over the blonde's body. She knew that Cora must be full of pent-up excitement. "Can I do you now?" Katy asked hoarsely.
"Do me how?" the blonde teased.
"Can I lick your pussy?"
Cora squealed with delight. "Li'l darlin', I thought you'd never ask!"
Katy watched as Cora moved onto the cot, straddling her face. She caught her breath at the sight of the blonde's beautiful pussy as it moved toward her face. Gleaming juices lined the puffy lips, and her arousal had a sexy, feminine scent. As the woman widened her stance, her pussy lips gaped and Katy was treated to a peek at her glistening inner pinkness.
Katy's tongue stretched out and she got her first taste of the woman's sweet feminine honey. Her own body shuddered. Clutching Cora's hips, she urged the blonde downward until her pussy was snuggled around Katy's mouth. Katy closed her eyes in ecstasy and licked the inside of the other woman's cunt.
Katy had to push Cora back so that she could pull her tongue out of the woman's hole to reach her clit. She felt the shudder that went through Cora as she rolled her tongue around the tender spike.
The blonde's moans encouraged Katy's efforts. At first, she tried to duplicate the moves that had been made on her, but she eventually gave up on that. It was too much fun doing it her own way. She cleaned the juices from the woman's pussy with deep-driving tongue strokes, then strummed her clit until her body was shaking with excitement.
Always before, when she had imagined doing this, it had seemed unnatural and disgusting. But now, with a pussy in her face and the pure taste of another woman on her lips, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world.
"I'm gonna cum!" the blonde shouted.
Katy took her cue and applied her full energy to Cora's clit as the woman went through the throes of a powerful orgasm. She gasped and moaned and humped her crotch over Katy's face. Katy tried hard to keep the tongue action on Cora's clit going to the very end.
And then, finally, it was over. Both women were satiated. And exhausted.
"I think I still have time to shampoo and cut your hair before Mrs. Carson comes in," Cora said as she tugged her clothes back into place.
"You don't need to do that," Katy protested.
"Yah, I do." She gave Katy a wink. "I owe you."
Katy blushed. "For that? I owe you."
"I guess you do," Cora said with a smile. "And I know just the way you can pay me back."
"How's that?"
"You can set me up with your dad."
"My dad? Do you think he's sexy?"
"Sure do. I know a dozen other women who think the same way. But he's not tapping any of it. If he was, I'd certainly know about it. So I figure, well, your dad could use a little feminine companionship-if you know what I mean," she added, with a big wink.
At first, Katy thought the idea outrageous. What did her father and this oversexed hairdresser have in common? But then, when she thought about it, what did they need in common? Still, the idea brought a strange feeling to her. A feeling she wasn't used to.
Jealousy.
Of course, she had only fucked her father one time. And it certainly wasn't something that would ever be repeated. But, just the same, the thought of him fucking any other woman didn't set easy with her.
"Well," Katy said finally, "we'll have to see."
CHAPTER SIX
Sex.
Damn it! He couldn't get it off his mind!
His libido was alive and well again, and Tom Eastwood didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse.
First, Suzy. Then Katy-his own daughter. That had been wrong.
Of course, Suzy had been wrong, too. She was a married woman. There was no excuse for him taking advantage of her while her husband was overseas in the service of his country.
Probably fucking his head off with those port prostitutes.
Now, that was unkind. First, he had screwed the man's wife, and now he was maligning him for imagined sins. Johnny didn't deserve that.
Trying to clear his mind of thoughts of the man, he turned his gaze toward his open office door and found himself staring at the man's pretty wife. Today, she was wearing a green knit turtleneck with a short black leather skirt that cuddled her ass snugly. She looked sexy as hell. The sight of that shapely butt sashaying about had caused the painful, throbbing hard-on that had given rise to his present thoughts.
Sex.
Christ! Hadn't he something better to occupy his mind? Damn it, he had become nothing more than a lecherous old man!
Suzy must have read his mind, because she got up from her desk and turned toward his office. God, she was a sexy young thing! Even with pencils sticking out of her hair above her ears on both sides and a pair of horn-rimmed glasses that would make any other woman look like a librarian. The dark hair that fell over her sturdy shoulders was alluringly disheveled, and her face was pure innocence.
But he knew better. The body under those clothes was fantastic-and far from innocent...those firm, jutting tits had the softness of ripe grapes when they were squeezed...and that ripe, round butt could move with a beguiling rhythm when those long legs were straddling a hard cock. Tom shivered, remembering the strength in those legs when they'd had his hips in a scissors grip. His prick stiffened even more, swelling in his pants.
Suzy stared at him with concern. "Tom...." she said, "what's wrong."
"Nothing...nothing at all. I'm fine."
"You're working too hard. You need to take a break."
"I've...got too much work to do."
"You look terribly tense." She walked around behind his chair and started gently massaging his shoulders.
"Hmmm," he murmured, relaxing into her soothing grip, "that does feel good...."
"Good Lord, Tom! Look at your pants!"
Tom jerked upright and stared down at his crotch. His trousers were stretched like a tent over his stiff cock. He flushed.
Suzy snickered. "The other day I had the hornies. Today, it looks like it's your turn."
"It'll pass," he grunted.
"There's no need to be embarrassed," she said gleefully, moving around beside his chair and dropping down on one knee so that she could reach over and feel his crotch. The warmth of her touch through his trousers put extra strength in his dick.
"Well, it's hardly something I can strut around showing off," he grumbled, shifting uncomfortably.
"We'll just have to do something about that." She rubbed the bulge in Tom's pants with her hand.
"God, Suzy! We can't!"
But Suzy was already unzipping his trousers. A moment later, his enormous swollen cock stretched into view.
"Wow! Just look at that!"
She touched its flushed head and it jerked against her small fingers. Her soft hand wrapped around the stretched column and began to stoke it. It throbbed and Tom winced.
"Suzy, we can't do this-"
"You can't just ignore something like this Tom-"
"-Not here, not now."
"-It's not healthy. Look how big it is. And so full of gunk! You need to get rid of that, Tom. You really do."
Although Tom wanted to deny the woman's statement, the luscious feeling caused by her hand pumping up and down on his straining prick robbed him of the will to protest.
"You'll feel better after this. Trust me."
He didn't know how he could possibly feel better than he was feeling at that very moment. He closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, reveling in the sensation as his dick began to drool lusty man juices all over his secretary's fingers. The sensual lubrication made her hand slip up and down more easily on his shaft.
"Oooooh, yes, Suzy...that does feel good!" Tom sighed in resignation as her stroking motions coaxed his hips to begin thrusting into her hand in a fucking motion.
"Well, lover, let's see if we can make it feel even better."
The dark-haired young woman scrambled on her knees to a spot between his legs. While her small fist continued whipping up and down on his throbbing cock meat, she dipped her head and began licking his dick with her hot, wet tongue. She kissed and licked the prick and blew gently on its tip.
Tom groaned and arched his hips upward, pushing his quivering prick toward her mouth. "Suck it," he gasped, her efforts driving him insane with lust. "Suck my cock!"
Suzy giggled and continued teasing Tom's dick, dodging his thrusts and not allowing him to penetrate her lips.
"Damn you, Suzy!" he hissed, his fury building as his prick jerked and gushed pre-cum juices.
He grabbed a handful of her hair to hold her head in place and rammed his cock upward. His hard staff pierced her lips.
"Aaarrrggghhh!"
"Ahhhhh...."
It felt so good...her soft lips...her wet tongue...the warmth of her mouth. His swollen cock stroked in and out, giving reality to his dreams. But this was so much more exciting that a dream!
"Ohhhhh, Suzy...pussycat...."
"Mmmmmm," Suzy crooned, as his salty slime smeared the back of her throat. Her cheeks puckered, encouraging a strong flow of the tasty fluid from the tip of his cock. She smacked her lips against his prick, savoring the taste of his love juice. Her tongue wrapped around its head, stealing away every drop as it oozed forth.
She lifted and lowered her head. Tom's prick moved in and out of her mouth, emerging each time wet and shiny. The hard shaft had a steely edge. It was ripe and ready for fucking.
The woman's efforts were driving Tom wild. He was so turned on...burning inside...ready to explode! His fingers tightened around the secretary's head and he tried to drive the entire length of his cock up and into her mouth.
"Suzy! Suck me! Suck my cock!"
His randy secretary didn't really need any more encouragement. Her face began bouncing faster over his crotch. Her lips became a blur of motion.
His breathing deepened as his prick plowed in and out of her hot mouth, and his pulse beat became erratic.
The juices began to boil around Tom's balls. The cum began to rise, ready to spew out.
"God!" he yelped, his teeth tightening.
Suzy felt the prick swell in her mouth. He was ready. He was going to shoot a load into her throat! Her lips tightened as she made one more mind-numbing plunge on the prick.
"Oh, baby! Pussycat!"
Tom's cock jerked and began to spout his hot cream into her mouth. Hot cum spewed out, splashing her tonsils, coating her throat, and filling her stomach.
The lovely woman gulped down every generous spurt of jism. She didn't pull her face away from the softening prick until he had dropped his full charge of hot lust juices.
There was a smile on her face when she stood back up. A glistening trickle of cum leaked from the corners of her mouth, but her tongue licked it away.
"We shouldn't have done that," Tom said, staring down at the saliva-soaked lump of spent prick that filled the spread opening of his trousers.
"Why, lover? Didn't you enjoy it?"
"It's just not something we should do-not here, not in the middle of the day."
"What? Did you think there was a special time and place for sex?"
"Most definitely-"
She cut him off with a girlish laugh. "Tom, you're too old-fashioned!" She hitched her ass up onto the desk in front of him and whipped her skirt up above her waist. She wasn't wearing panties.
"Suzy...." he murmured, staring at her pussy.
She smiled mischievously and began fingering her cunt. "Lover, you've made me all wet," she said with a pout.
Tom stared as her finger parted the swollen, hair-fringed lips and rolled around between them. Unconsciously, he began stroking his own organ with one hand as it began to fill and harden again.
"Suzy, you've got a problem," he said, shaking his head. "You're a nymphomaniac."
She laughed. "Don't be silly, lover. I just love to fuck-like everyone else-but I'm not the least bit ashamed to admit it."
"I guess there's nothing actually wrong with it," he admitted grudgingly.
"Lover, I do think you're beginning to come around." She spread open the lips of her pussy and the wet interior winked at him invitingly.
"Actually," he murmured, his gaze glued to her glistening pussy flesh as he rose slowly with his dick still in his hand, "there is some sense in what you say."
"Ohhh, lover," she murmured, watching him step out of his pants. He kicked them aside and she spread her knees wider as he moved between her open legs.
"I'll be more productive this afternoon with this out of the way."
"We'll both be more productive, lover. We'll be producing like a bunch of rabbits!"
Smiling, she guided his hands, bringing the head of his cock to the top of her snatch, where it rubbed against her clit.
"Mmmmmm, you can't imagine how good that feels, lover. I'm all wet and squishy inside."
Tom grunted and drew the tip of his cock up and down between the moist ridges of her slit.
Suzy trembled and sighed.
He touched the slippery lips with his fingertips and felt their warmth. They quivered, and thick juices coated fingers.
"Oh, Tom!" she gasped. "Put your dick in. Fuck me!"
Suzy lifted her legs over his shoulder as he slipped his cock into her cunt. Leaning back on her hands, she braced herself on his desk as he pushed into her. He pressed his crotch to hers, stuffing the full length of his new-hardened rod into her humid box. She stretched her face upward and coaxed his lips into a wet kiss as he began fucking her.
Shutting out the rest of the world, Tom let his mind concentrate on the delicious feelings that filled him as her body warmly took his cock. His tongue danced a slow, sensuous dance with hers. He pushed her knit top up and was pleased to find her tits braless. He massaged the big, bare handfuls of flesh and teased her nipples into thick, sharp peaks.
"Make it last, lover," she whispered. "Let's fuck all afternoon long."
Oh, yes, that would be great! Tom worked slowly, thoroughly enjoying the sliding motion of their organs and the teeth-jarring thump of their crotches bumping together. Her pussy lips curled around his pole, clinging to it and stretching outward as it withdrew. Their mixed juices lubricated his shaft, and the smell of hot sex slowly rose from their union to hang heavy in the room.
"I love your cock, Tom," Suzy breathed. "It nice and thick, and it's long enough to get in there really deep. You really give my pussy a workout."
"Yeah?" Her assessment made him feel good. And she sounded sincere. Maybe he wasn't quite over the hill, yet. Damn! There wasn't anything like a tight, young pussy to make a man feel his oats again.
Tom began stroking his secretary's cunt a little faster. Suzy's soft groans indicated that she was approaching her climax. He grunted and slammed his crotch hard against her.
Suzy gasped. "Oh, yes, Tom, lover! Deeper-drive it deeper!"
Tom lengthened his strokes, trying to oblige.
Suzy wailed. "Yes! Yes! Fuck me, love! Make me cum! Deep-deep into my hole-make me cum!"
"God, this is great, pussycat. Your cunt is so warm and tight."
"I'm going to cum!" she hissed, her ass bouncing on the desktop. "I'm going to cum, cum, cum! Oooooo...."
Suzy's voice dissolved into a wail. Her cunt squeezed tight around Tom's cock, her teeth chattering as she wriggled around the plunging pole.
"Ohhh, Tom!" she screeched as her climax broke over her like a cresting wave. Her jaw dropped and her fingers dug into his biceps. Her clit rubbed between their bodies like a ripe berry and sent vibrations all through her body.
Tom held back his own excitement. He'd already had one cum; he could wait for another. He watched, stroking steadily, as his secretary's face went through the contortions of unrestrained passion.
"Ohhh, God," she breathed, her eyes opening again as her excitement ebbed. She lowered her legs back down to the floor and tried to stand up. "Damn, I feel as limp as a dishrag," she said with a self-conscious giggle.
"If yours was anything like mine was," he said with a smile, "it's no wonder."
"Tom, lover, you really do fuck good."
"Awww, Suzy-"
"No, it's true. Most guys would have blown their wad back there and left me hanging. Godsakes, that's the way Johnny does it, then I have to finish myself off with my hand. But you held back. Look at you. You're as hard as you were the first time. But you held back and let me cum."
"Isn't that the way everybody does it?"
"No, you silly fool! Damn, that thing looks hard enough to-" She broke off with a smile. "Lover, I think you deserve a special treat."
He stared at her, puzzled, as she turned away from him, pulled her skirt up and leaned over his desk.
Tom stared at the soft, pink contours of her ass.
"You can fuck my butt."
"Suzy!" he choked. "I've never-"
"Great! A virgin!" She twitched her bared tail provocatively. "Don't worry, you'll love it."
"It's too big."
"Just spit on your hand and make it real slick. It'll fit." She chuckled.
Tom spit on his palm and mixed the saliva with the juices oozing from the tip of his dick to lubricate his cock. Following her directions, he pushed his fingers between her buttocks. He probed the tight opening with his fingertip, wetting it with the mixed fluids. Using a second finger to widen the opening, he pushed his cock toward her squirming rump, wedging it between her ass cheeks. The small, dimpled opening slowly spread to accept his fat dickhead.
She groaned as he pushed forward. His thick cock tip slowly entered her, bit by bit. The slippery channel stretched as his cock slid fully into her rectum, pushing to the hilt.
"Ummm, lover, I feel stuffed full," she murmured, rotating her ass cheeks and rubbing their softness against his straining thighs.
The feelings were intense when he started making short, cautious strokes. Her ass-hole was so tight around his cock; every twist of her ass sent mind-numbing sensations shooting up and down her spine.
As the lubrication spread, the motion became easier, and Tom's cock began sliding smoothly in and out of her tight channel. Her butt twisted and swayed around his ass-fucking pole.
"How's that, lover?"
"Great, Suzy. It's great!"
She chuckled. "Didn't I tell you?"
"You're so tight-I'm not going to be able to last long."
"Go ahead and cum, lover," Suzy cooed. "Cum in my ass-hole."
"Oh, God, Suzy, I can't-yes, yes-I can! Here it comes-now!"
His cock burst in his secretary's ass. Suzy squealed and shuddered as cum filled the narrow channel. Fighting with his cock for space, the thick cream squished out each time his cock pushed back in, and the warm juices streamed down her thighs.
"Oh God, Suzy!"
He humped frantically, his cock spitting again and again. She jerked and bucked beneath him like a wild bronco.
With a last spurt of cum, his cock began to shrivel, and Tom pulled away from his secretary's ass and fell back into his chair, panting.
Rubbing her bottom, Suzy let her skirt fall back into place as she turned to face her boss. Her face had a pleased smile.
"Would this be a good time to ask for a raise?" she asked with a coy smile.
"Shit, Suzy-"
"Okay, okay, boss man." She grinned. "I was only teasing."
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was a dark and stormy night...
The words kept running through Katy's head. Silly. Where had they come from? Was it an old children's story? She didn't know; they were just words that never failed to raise laughter ever since she could remember.
But the words were an apt description for the thick, stormy darkness that surrounded her. She had never seen a blacker night, or experienced a more thunderous storm. The cracks of thunder were now coming in perfect time with the stuttering strobes of light which penetrated the drawn blinds, the jarring claps making the walls of the house shake.
She was more fascinated than scared. It was an eerie feeling-just like being in the center of a storm cloud.
When the storm finally did pass, she was wide awake. And then the thoughts set in-the thoughts that had been troubling her almost nightly. Sexy thoughts, thoughts that excited and then revolted her, thoughts that challenged even the relatively lax morals she had been brought up to respect.
Was it normal to feel this way...about men? Women?
The luminous dial of the clock-radio beside the bed told her it was one-thirty in the morning. At this rate, it would be dawn before she would get to sleep!
Feeling not the least bit sleepy, she sat up, swung her feet to the floor, and groped with her bare feet for her slippers. She was naked-the humid night had made even her light nightie uncomfortable. She reached for her robe, but decided against it. It was dark, and Tom was probably fast asleep anyway.
She stopped in the bathroom, then went into the kitchen for a drink. The light from the refrigerator bathed her naked body in its glow and gave her a kinky feeling of excitement. She had half a notion to take full advantage of her nudity and run out into the lingering rain that was now pattering softly against the window panes. But her prim, New England upbringing finally took hold, and she started moving back toward her bedroom in the darkness.
"Can't sleep, sweetheart?"
Katy's pulse skittered at the unexpected sound. She stopped before the dark void of her father's open bedroom door.
"No, Dad. Are you awake?"
There was a throaty chuckle. "That storm could have wakened the dead. Did it scare you?"
"No...." She found herself moving into her father's bedroom. "It woke me, but now it's my thoughts that are keeping me awake."
"What kind of thoughts?"
"Oh...just thoughts." She sat on the edge of the bed.
He reached out and patted her bare knee in the darkness.
His touch was comforting. "Why don't you crawl in beside me and tell me about them?" "Tom-"
"No, not Tom. Tonight, we're not friends. Tonight, I'll be your daddy. We'll talk, that's all."
Katy felt a giddy feeling as she pulled back the sheet and slid in beside her father. "I'm nude," she said softly, as she turned on her side toward him.
Her father chuckled. "So am I-"
Oh, God!
"But I think we're both adult enough to overlook that"
"I can," she said firmly, "if you can."
"Sure, sweetheart," he said, drawing her into his arms. "After all, you are my daughter." He gave her a gentle kiss on the mouth. "Hmmm...."
Her fingers clutched the back of his head and she opened her mouth. The kiss was deep and lingering.
"Oh, God," she murmured, breaking the kiss and rolling onto her back. "Tom, I'm so confused."
"Tell me, sweetheart." He touched her breasts and she stiffened. Almost instantly, an intense storm of excitement began to rage inside her.
"Oh, God, Daddy-" It all gushed out-her sexual doubts, the disappointment she had with guys, her curiosity about her lesbian friends' lifestyle, her coming south for the summer to distance herself and get her mind straight.
"And since I've come down here, everything seems to be sex. I can't get away from it! I run into the neighbors fucking in the woods, then I screw my own father, and then, today, I even make it with a woman!"
"A woman? Who?"
"Cora-the hairdresser."
"My God," he said in surprise. "I never knew Cora was that way."
"She's not-I mean, not exclusively. She's the one I saw screwing in the woods with your neighbor."
"That would be Randy Hanks." Tom chuckled. "The word is that he really gets around."
"The big-cocked sonofabitch fucks his own mother!" Katy spat out bitterly.
"Is that right!" He sounded awed. "Can't say as I blame him."
"Tom!"
"Maggie Hanks is my age," he explained, "but she's still the sexiest-looking woman in town."
"Cora says she's a 'loose' woman? Would you screw someone like that?"
He laughed heartily. "Hell, daughter, I'd love just to see her skinny dipping. Those big knockers of hers must be the eighth wonder of the world."
"Men!" Katy said in disgust. "Isn't your secretary enough for you?"
"Sweetheart-speaking as a man now, and not as a father-I don't think one woman is ever enough for a man. It's just that some men restrain themselves more than others."
Was that true for women, too? she wondered. Wouldn't she like to have it all? Her dad? Cora, the hairdresser? And even that cocky sonofabitch with the big dick...Randy?
Her father's hand was caressing the ripe globe of her breast, and she shuddered with pleasure as his fingers gently tugged the nipple into stiffness.
"My advice to you is to enjoy it all. Just let yourself go wild. In the fall, when you go back to Rhode Island, you'll have some great memories and no one will be the wiser."
"That...doesn't sound like a father speaking."
"I'm not feeling all that fatherly right now," he commented, as he rubbed his palms across her hardened nipples.
Katy tried to ignore the feelings rising within her. "You don't think I'll turn into a slut?"
"No, sweetheart. You've got good parentage, and I'm sure your mother has given you a decent upbringing. Being a slut and enjoying life on your own terms are two different things."
Enjoying life of her own terms. Yes, that did sound good.
The bed creaked in the darkness, and she felt her father's breath on her chest as he leaned over her.
"Tom...you said tonight you would be my father."
"Ummm." He kissed her breast. "I'm teaching you a lesson, sweetheart. Never trust a man-even your own father."
Especially your own father, Katy thought as she cupped her tit in her hand and rolled it under her father's lips, especially when he's sexy...and naked.
"Ooooh, Daddy," she purred softly while he gently nipped and kissed her nipples. "Suck my tits! Kiss 'em, lick 'em, suck 'em-ooooh, that's nice."
His kisses moved downward, and his tongue slid over her tummy. Fire rose in her belly.
Yes, this was great. Sex was wonderful. Her father was teaching her...showing her the way. She would never go back to the nun-like existence she had lived in Rhode Island. She'd take love when it was offered; she'd find it when it wasn't. And she'd have no regrets.
As his lips moved closer and closer to her seething core, Katy let her natural instincts take their course. She raised and bent her knees, spreading them wide for him. She breathed a heavy sigh when she felt his lips touch her inner thighs.
Then his tongue was sliding up and down the soft, fleshy insides of her legs. Her eyes fluttered with desire. When his mouth finally covered her hairy cunt, she let out a sharp shout of excitement.
"Aaaggh! Oh, God, Daddy! Eat me! Eat my pussy" she moaned huskily.
Tom was lost in the aroma and the flavor of his daughter's hot, wet cunt. His tongue split the smooth, velvety lips and plunged in and out of her warm, moist hole. Cupping the smooth cheeks of her ass in his hands, he rubbed his face back and forth, burying his nose in her delicately-haired crotch. His lips caught the stiff button of her clit.
She cried out again, and her hips thrashed and twisted against his face.
"Oooh, Daddy, yes, Daddy, that's wonderful, wonderful, wonderful." Her tummy muscles tightened, and her hips jerked and swirled against his face.
Tom's breath was coming in short gasps. Oh, he loved this. Her young pussy was so tasty. Her pussy hair was wet and felt silky against his cheeks as he nuzzled her crotch. His tongue flicked against her clit and made her hips jerk and arch up off the bed.
Katy's eyes gaped in the darkness as she felt her tummy tighten and the first throes of an orgasm ripple through her pussy. Her legs shot out straight into the air and her hips jerked against his face. Then, the full force of her massive climax inundated her in a flood of sensation.
"T-T-T-Tom! Oh, God, I'm cumming!" she wailed, as waves of pure joy tore through her body.
Tom held tight to her wildly thrashing hips and licked away the sweet juices that spewed from her convulsing cunt. His encouragement spurred her to the heights and held her there until she finally collapsed with a heavy sigh.
He gave her a moment to recover, then asked, curiously, "Did Cora do that? Eat your pussy?"
"Yes," she admitted without shame. "And I ate hers."
"Hmmm."
She laughed. "Jealous?"
"No, but maybe a little envious."
"You'd go down on her?"
"Maybe I just have an itch for young women," he said sadly.
"Well, that's an itch that's easy enough to scratch. She wants to fuck you."
"Cora wants to fuck me?"
"Yeah. She asked me to set her up with you."
"Damn...."
"But I don't think I want to share you," she said, reaching out in the darkness to find his hard, jutting cock.
"We could do a threesome," he said lightly. "That would give you a chance to try it both ways and see which suited you best?"
"God, Daddy, a threesome?"
He chuckled. "A man has his fantasies."
"Well, why don't you just fantasize right now," she said, lowering her voice seductively. "Pretend I'm her. Don't we all look the same in the dark?"
"I don't need a fantasy, sweetheart," he said, allowing his daughter's hand to guide his cock into position between her legs. "Not when I'm with you."
"Fuck me. Daddy," she murmured.
"With pleasure," he grunted, pushing his cock deep into her with one strong thrust.
Katy's hips arched upward, pressing tightly to his. Little quivers of excitement rippled in her belly and her stomach muscles jerked. "Aggghhhh!"
His big prick spread the walls of her cunt wide.
"Mmmmm, yes, Daddy, yes," she purred dreamily, as she sensed the approach of another climax.
Her hips began to move smoothly with his, matching his motions as his cock slid smoothly in and out of her.
Tom's skin prickled as he felt the hot, tight grip of her cunt around his pole. The thick lips slurped along the shaft as he pumped his hips to hers. The fire built and clutched his balls.
"Oh, God, Daddy, you make me so excited. I'm going to cum again, Daddy. Make me cum, Daddy," she moaned urgently. "Make me cum."
Tom's eardrums were pounding, but he heard her cry out just as his cock jerked in her cunt. His deep groan joined her moans of passion as his cock began to jerk inside her. He thrust hard into her, and her cunt collapsed around him. Again, her legs shot up into the air.
Katy gasped and cried as she felt the hot flood of cum splash into her pussy, fueling her own climax.
"Aaaggghhh, I'm cumming, Daddy. Oh, my God, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" She moaned as the awesome power of the orgasm shook her body.
Tom was overwhelmed by the intensity of her climax. He held his daughter's body tightly while she twisted and jerked even after his cock had stopped spitting its hot fluids inside her convulsing cunt.
When her spasms finally slowed, he pulled his soft cock out of her cunt and released her to roll onto the bed by her side. Lying together, the two lovers shared the afterglow silently while their bodies relaxed.
"Are you okay?" he asked when his breathing had returned to normal.
"Hmmm. Never felt better," she murmured. The excess cum that had dribbled out of her was turning cold on her thighs.
"Think you can get to sleep now?"
She chuckled in the dark. "Are you crazy?" Her fingers groped and found his slick, slimy cock.
Laughter rumbled in his belly. "Yeah, sweetheart, I guess I am. Crazy for you." He stroked her hair as she turned on her side and laid her head on his belly.
"We're both crazy," she murmured, as her mouth swooped over his cock.
Tom gritted his teeth as she sucked his cock into her mouth.
"Oh, sweetheart. Baby...."
Katy smacked her lips around the limp organ as she sucked and licked it clean. Her flavor was mixed with his in the sticky fluids she cleaned away...an exotic cocktail. The idea made her laugh.
"Is my tired, old prick that funny?"
"No," she murmured. "It's just that this is such a great cocktail."
He laughed with her. The humor took away from the seriousness of the moment...this was simply fun, nothing deeper than that.
Katy's tongue poked at the wrinkled skin of his scrotum. It tickled the twin nuts that were held protectively inside. When the penis began to twitch, she pulled the tip of his prick into her mouth and started sucking it.
"Oh, Katy." He groaned. "Suck it, sweetheart. Suck it." His prick stretched slowly back to life, becoming long and thick in her mouth. His balls dribbled across her chin like a bag of ripe fruit.
The warm pulsing in her mouth thrilled his young daughter. Letting the shaft slip out until only the fat knob was clutched between her lips, she stroked the shaft of the organ with her fist while she sucked heartily on its end. Her fingers teased its underside while her other hand toyed with his balls, lifting them, dropping them, and squeezing them to feel their soft, spongy charge. A tangy discharge began to flow from the end of his prick.
He groaned and began thrusting his loins upward.
Her fist stroked more rapidly, bringing him quickly to a climax. At the first jerk of his cock, she held her eyes tightly shut and sucked heavily, encouraging the deep, wrenching jets of sperm that splashed into her throat.
"God, you're a little bitch," he said with a groan as she pulled away from his shaft.
"You don't like me?" she said with a pout.
"Hell, sweetheart! You're the perfect daughter."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Who should I fuck today? Katy wondered as she opened her eyes the next morning.
The sun was already bright and the house was quiet. Her dad must have already left for work.
Who should I fuck today? She chuckled as the thought returned. Her dad? The lesbian hairdresser?
She had never before had such wanton thoughts. If such urges had raised their ugly heads, she'd always stifled them quickly. But now, she was letting her lusty thoughts grow and flourish, and she was savoring each delicious, perverse notion with relish.
A threesome...her dad had suggested that. Now that was a delightfully wicked idea!
But how about something entirely new? How about, maybe, that big-dicked neighbor? Randy Hanks?
Yes, that would be nice.
And, so, Katy started her day with a single objective in mind: Today, for the first time in her life, she was going to seduce a man.
She almost panicked as the full reality of the thought struck her. But when she recalled the image of the man she had chosen, naked to the buff and showing off that big dick proudly, her spine stiffened with resolve.
Prepare yourself, Randy Hanks. For today, you are going to fuck Katy Eastwood.
But she interrupted her plans before she got too involved with them to call her father and make sure he had made it to work all right. The strength of last night's storm could have caused problems with the roads.
She reached for the phone and picked it up. But there was no dial tone. She frowned, then a smile slowly covered her face as she set the telephone back in place.
Maggie Hanks crossed to the door as Randy brought his big 4x4 pickup to a stop in front of the house. "We've got a visitor," she called out to her son.
"Yeah, Maw. I can see," he grumbled. "The car's blocking my parking spot."
"Now, be nice, Randy," she cautioned, as he entered the house. "This here is Tom Eastwood's daughter, Katy. She's visitin' for the summer."
Randy's face brightened as he watched the young woman rise from her chair across the room to greet him. "Yeah," he said, wiping his hand on his britches before extending it toward her. "We've met."
"Yes, we have seen a little of each other," Katy said with a twinkle in her eye.
And those eyes were every bit as pretty as he remembered them to be from their encounter in the woods. An intense hazel color, they were set off by the blonde hair that swept in a shining wave around her face and down to her shoulders. They were separated by a cute nose that turned up just a smidgen at the end.
"They're having problems with their phone. The wires probably got knocked down in the storm last night. I told her you could go by and take a look at it."
"Actually," Katy said apologetically, "I just stopped by to see if you were having the same problem. There's no need for you to bother, I'm sure the telephone company will send someone right out."
Randy grunted. "No telling when they'll get to it," he said. "Lines are down all over the place. I'll have a look at it. No problem."
Katy's eyes twinkled. "Well, if you insist...."
It didn't take Randy long to find the problem. A pine branch had fallen across the telephone wires several hundred feet from the house.
"Does Tom have a ladder?"
"I think I saw one in the shed in back."
Fifteen minutes later, the telephone was back in service. "Not quite as good as new," Randy said, as he stomped the mud off his boots before following Katy into the house, "but it'll hold until the phone company gets here."
"Thanks, Randy," Katy said, fluttering her eyelashes. "How can I ever thank you?"
Randy grinned and looked her over from top to bottom. She had changed while he was working, and she was now wearing a short pair of cut offs and a tight top that was sheer enough he could clearly see the shape of her big tits and the outlines of her hard nipples.
"You've changed clothes," he commented.
"The dress was for your mother. I thought you would prefer something a little more, ah, interesting?"
"Yeahhh." Randy's grin widened, and he rubbed his hands together.
"After all, I do owe you...after that exhibition you put on for me out there in the woods."
"Did you enjoy that?"
"In fact, I did. You're an exceptionally well-hung man."
"Well, babe, you're a pretty fine-looking piece yourself-"
Katy laughed and dodged as he reached for her. "Can I offer you a cup of coffee?" she asked.
"I'll take a beer, if y'all have one stashed away someplace," he replied, following her into the kitchen.
Katy got two cans of beer from the refrigerator and handed him one. He popped the top and swallowed half the can in one long draught. "Ahhh, that's good," he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his fist.
"You really go for the gusto, don't you?" said Katy.
"Hey, life's too short for pussy-footing around."
"Right," she said, taking a deep breath. "You're awfully muddy. Do you want to get cleaned up before you go home?"
He took another long sip of beer. "What did you have in mind?"
"You could take a bath."
His eyes challenged hers. "Would you keep me company?"
She shrugged. "Well, I have already seen you naked, so I wouldn't be shocked."
"Would you wash my back?" She smiled. "Sure. Why not."
"Babe, you're on!"
They went into the bathroom and Katy bent over and started the tub going. While she drew the water, Randy undressed. She admired his broad shoulders and his well-muscled chest as he removed his shirt. His biceps looked strong and hard.
Then he unfastened his belt, unzipped his fly and pulled off his pants. She held her breath as he stripped down his shorts and gulped when his huge cock flipped free. "So, what do you think, babe?" he asked, flexing and posing proudly for her, naked.
"You've got the longest cock I've ever seen," she replied honestly.
"It gets bigger," he said, stroking it a couple of times to bring it up to full size. "See what I mean?" he stepped back and placed his hands on his hips so that she could fully appreciate the sight of him in full glory.
Katy just gawked, unable to respond.
"You know what, babe? I think you and I would be a perfect match." Laughing, he slid into the water. "Wash me," he said, handing her the soap.
Katy dipped her hand with the soap in the water and began lathering his chest. Spreading a layer of foam, she moved her hand slowly downward. Her slippery fingers began soaping the immense length of his cock and the fat sac that held his balls.
"Ohhh, baby! You do have a way with a man's cock and balls!"
"Umm," she murmured, nudging his legs a little further apart with her fist so that she could slide the soap between his ass cheeks. She had never before given so much attention to a man's privates.
"Whoa, babe!" Randy finally exclaimed, grabbing her fist as his ass arched upward, pushing his extended cock out of the water. "Get your fucking clothes off-if you'll excuse the French-and hop in here with me."
"Nothing like a fuckin' linguist," Katy laughed, as she got to her feet and started undressing. She wanted him to see her now, she wanted to prove to him that she had a body that was just as beautiful as the body of Cora, the hairdresser, who she had watched him fuck in the woods...and a body that was surely as sexy as the Baptist ladies who he screwed between choir sessions.
Her big bosoms shook and jiggled free as she slipped her top over her head.
Licking his lips, Randy nodded his approval.
"Great knockers, babe" he told her. "They're as big as my maw's."
Katy took that as a compliment, having just seen his mother an hour earlier. Maggie's bust had looked big enough to land her a starring role in a porn flick.
Katy continued, little prickles of excitement running up and down her spine as she slid down her cut offs and her panties in a single motion.
Randy's prick jerked. "Holy she-it!" Randy murmured. A heavy flow of pre-cum juices started seeping from the hole in the tip of his dick.
"Do you still think we'd make a perfect match?" she asked as she settled in the tub, sitting on his thighs with her legs threaded around his hips.
He began soaping her tits. "We're a fuckin' pair," he grunted.
Katy smiled with delight while his soapy fingers played with her tits. His touch was smooth, almost frictionless, yet it was enough to nourish her nipples into bursting hardness.
He dawdled until her breasts were thick with suds.
"Do you like big tits?" she asked.
"I could fall in love with yours," he answered.
Oh, do, please! something deep within her cried out. Do fall in love with my tits! Fall in love with me, you big-dicked lug!
His fingers slid down and slipped into her pussy.
She gasped and fell against him, pressing her soapy tits to his chest.
"You want a quickie?" he asked, teasing the inside of her pussy with a long, slick finger.
"Oh, yes, please," she begged, rubbing the top of her cunt against his wrist.
He took his sweet time, playing with her pussy while she wiggled her clit against his hand, until her pussy muscles clenched and sent joy surging through her.
She was still gasping for breath a minute later as he helped her out of the bathtub. They toweled each other dry. Then, she stepped nearer to him, close enough for an embrace, close enough for a kiss, and rested one hand on his bare chest, just over his pounding heart. Her other hand went up to the nape of his neck. She gently pulled his head down while rising on tiptoes to meet him.
"C'mon," she murmured, a minute late.
Tugging on his hand, she led him into her bedroom.
Randy stretched out on his back in the center of her bed. "How about giving my cock a little special attention?" he asked as he gave his cock a couple of quick strokes to bring it back into steely hardness and spread his legs wide.
"You want me to go down on you?"
"Yeah, babe, give me a nice blow job."
Katy stared at his enormous cock and fear gripped her. She wanted to suck his cock, but what if she didn't do it right? She had only done it with one man before-and that was with her father. Would this experienced sonofabitch be forgiving if she didn't do it right? Still, how could she resist the lusty invitation of that drooling spear.
She crouched on her knees over Randy's crotch. The bath soap had left it with a nice floral smell. Slipping her hands under his ass cheeks, she stuck out her tongue and licked the tip of his dick. The penis jerked and he muttered encouragement.
Her tongue wrapped around the head, teased the groove beneath it, then licked up and down the length of the stout pole. The thick blue veins that laced it pulsed warmly against her tongue. She licked his balls and the stout shaft jerked against her cheek. Enjoying the game, she flicked the hard little nuggets around inside their soft sac while he groaned and twisted restlessly.
"Suck it," he murmured. "Put it in your mouth and suck it."
Katy quit her teasing and bent her head over his prick. He gripped her head in his strong hand and pushed his cock between her lips. Katy's mouth began working, sliding over the head of his shaft, gradually increasing the length of her stroke until half the length of his cock was disappearing between her cheeks.
"That's great!" he exclaimed. "Keep it up, babe. Keep sucking. Yeah, just like that! Suck my juicy cock!"
The sight of the young woman working on his cock thrilled Randy. He pushed up so that he could watch as her head bobbed over his crotch, her cheeks hollowing inward as she sucked hard on his cock.
For Katy, it was a special treat. It was the first time she had ever seduced a man, and her plans were working perfectly. It was pure joy having his long thick cock filling her mouth. His juices were delicious, and the feel of the tip rubbing against the soft, sensitive inner surfaces of her mouth filled her with excitement. Never in her wildest fantasies had she imagined that there were so many ways to enjoy a cock.
"Suck it, baby," he panted, thrusting forward. "Suck
It"
The head of his shaft pushed deep into the back of her throat and he made a convulsive jerk.
"I'm gonna cum," he warned her.
Katy sucked hard on Randy's penis.
"Oh, shit!" he exclaimed, grabbing her head and holding it there while his big cock exploded in her mouth.
Katy gurgled happily, and hot juices trickled out of the corner of her lips.
"Suck it!" he demanded. "Suck it!"
She sucked until the juice flow stopped.
"Mmmmm, that was great," she told him. "Really great."
"You suck a good cock."
"Thanks."
Lacing his hands behind his head, he stared up at her. His cock, arching upward from his middle, looked just as hard as it had when they started. "Do you fuck just as good?"
"You're a lazy sonofabitch," she said, staring at the hard shaft that stuck up proudly. But she grasped his cock and straddled his body. Guiding it with right hand, she rubbed it against her steamy slit and spread her own juices across its swollen head.
"Does that tickle?" she asked, watching him squirm.
"Babe, that does more than tickle! You've set my prick on fire!"
She slowly lowered her hips to his and his massive cock spread the walls of her cunt wide as it pushed into her tight vagina. She clenched her pussy muscles and tightened herself even more around his hard spear.
"Ugghhh! Oh, yes," she moaned as she felt the hard head of his cock slide all the way into her.
Straightening up, she lifted in a short stroke, then settled back on his loins. "Oh, yes," she murmured again, enjoying the delicious friction of their joined organs.
His hands slid up from her hips to cup her massive breasts.
"Fuck me," he told her as he pinched her nipples. "Fuck me good."
"I'll fuck you, honey," she said confidently, her hips moving, making short, twisting strokes over his penetrating cock. "I'm going to give you a fuck you'll never forget."
"That's the way I like it, babe. Yeah, that's the way I like it!"
Throwing caution to the winds, Katy gave way to the wanton desires that seized her. Leaning over him, she let her tits hang low so that he could lick and suck her nipples while her hips weaved over his center section.
His groans increased until his balls tightened.
"Oh, yeah, babe!" Randy stared down between her hanging tits and past her bouncing belly to see his cock sliding in and out of her hairy cunt. "Go, baby, go!"
Katy's breath shortened, and her hips swirled faster and faster.
He groaned "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum in your pussy!"
"Do it!" she hissed.
Randy laid back, enjoying the feel of her warm cunt sliding over his cock. His balls gave way. "Here it comes."
"Y-y-yesssss!"
The walls of Katy's cunt convulsed around Randy's cock as it spurted hot fluids into her. She let out a long, keening wail as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled over her.
The quivering of her cunt around his jerking cock almost blew Randy's mind. His body stiffened at the force of the sensations that filled him as his cock filled her with hot cum.
The pair clung together while their bodies jerked out of control. When the mutual orgasm finally came to and end, Katy lifted her head and slid back onto her haunches between his legs. There was a smile on her face.
It all worked perfectly! Just like I planned. Wow!
Katy climbed from the bed and took a tissue from the box on the table beside the bed, then leaned over to wipe up the excess cum that was seeping out of her gaping cunt and running down her legs.
"You've got a cute ass," he commented.
She looked back over her shoulder at the man who was still stretched out on her bed. "You like my butt?" she asked, twitching her tail.
He reached over and ran his finger up and down the groove that separated her ass cheeks. His finger poked at her rectum.
"Oow!"
"Yeah, babe, that is nice. I suppose I might just as well fuck that, too, while I'm at it."
"Fuck my ass?"
He chuckled and got up off the bed behind her. "Oh, good Lord!"
"Turn around, babe," he said, gripping her hips. "Brace yourself on the bed."
"Y-y-you're going to-"
"-fuck the shit out of your pretty little ass."
"Ohh, my God!" She stared wide-eyed over her shoulder as he gripped his slimy cock in his fist and moved forward. Her bottom quivered. But excitement filled her as she felt his free hand spread her ass cheeks. Then she felt the swollen head of his cock push against her tightly puckered anal opening.
"B-be careful," she whimpered. "D-D-Don't hurt me."
"Don't worry, babe. I'm not into the leather-and-chains bit." He gave a grunt and shoved. His cock slowly disappeared between her ass cheeks.
Katy sucked in her breath as his immensity filled her ass canal. "Aaaggghhhh!"
"Ugghhh!" Randy held her waist while he pulled back and drove another stroke into her tight butt.
"Oohhh, God," Katy moaned, leaning over and resting her head on the bed. As she became used to the feel of his dick stuffing her ass, her excitement began to grow. The hard head of his cock sliding in and out of her ass sent thrills surging through her, and she began to buck and twist back at him as he thrust into her.
"Oooh, baby, you do have a nice ass. Nice and tight!" And so responsive. He had never had a woman who reacted so strongly to each thrusting movement of his fuck pole. It was true, they did seem to be a perfect pair, with their passions perfectly matched.
Soon, Katy was moaning with ecstasy and working her hips in a rhythm that equaled his. His prick plowed all the way into the furrow of her ass, until his hairy loins were crushed against her smooth ass cheeks.
"Do you like that, huh? Do you like being ass-fucked?"
"Oh, yes, yes!" she moaned. "I like it! I like it a lot!"
He laughed and drove his prick harder and faster, driving them both ever closer to what promised to be the climax of a lifetime. God, he had never been so excited before. His balls had never been so anxious to dump their load into a woman's body. This babe was too much...too, too much!
Suddenly, his balls burst. He let out a shout as his prick lurched and sent yet another charge of hot cum into her body. But this time, his sperm was filling her rectum.
"Ooohhhh...ooohhhh...oooooooo!" Katy squealed as the jerking cock triggered her own climax. She pushed backward, jamming her ass-hole tightly around the prick that was already starting to lose its filling power. But her excitement crested, and again she was inundated by the white-hot fury of ecstasy.
Panting heavily, the pair collapsed on the bed.
"God! You're one hot babe!" Randy wheezed ' awe.
Katy chuckled happily. "You not bad yourself."
"How long you going to be in town."
"For a while," she murmured. Maybe a long while.
CHAPTER NINE
"I hope I haven't made a mistake!" Cora muttered, examining herself in the bathroom mirror. "You don't think this outfit is too daring, do you?" Her costume consisted of a red leather-look bustier with a zip-front and uplifting cups along with a matching side-zip miniskirt, long webbed black nylons, and very high-heeled black sandals.
Purple garters supported the tops of the nylons and the daring bra shaped and pushed her big tits far forward. Her rich blonde hair hung loose around her shoulders, and her make-up matched her provocative outfit.
She exhaled, and the bra slipped. "Damn!"
"Don't worry about it," Katy giggled. "Tom-likes to look at titties."
"Doesn't every man?" Cora muttered, reaching down to pull the edge back up to cover her nipples. She turned from the mirror and twitched her ass. "Does he like pussy, too?"
"No need to worry about that," Katy laughed, checking her own appearance in the bathroom mirror. Her outfit was a sexy black bared-shoulder dress. Underneath, she wore black panties and a bra with black and red lace that was so sheer her pink nipples showed clearly.
Her blonde hair flowed softly over her shoulders. Back-seamed stockings added sexy glamour to her outfit, and she wore high-heeled sandals similar to Cora's.
Cora had jumped at the chance when Katy set up the date with her dad, and she hadn't acted the least bit surprised when Katy announced that she would be chaperoning the occasion. "The more the merrier," the hairdresser had quipped.
Well, tonight her dad was in for a surprise. Tom hadn't seen them yet in their whoring outfits. He was waiting in the living room, mixing cocktails.
Katy stepped back from the mirror, pleased with the effect. "We look like a couple of prostitutes," she announced.
Cora had a worried expression. "Your father seems so conservative. Do you think he'll go for that?"
"Yeah, I do." Katy grinned. "Let's go out there and have a ball!"
"Tell me truthfully," Cora whispered, as they turned to leave the bathroom. "Do you think he'll be able to handle this?"
Katy giggled. "Honey, he has a cock this big," she said, stretching her fingers. "And he does know how to handle it."
"You've seen it?"
"I've had it!"
"Wow!" Cora breathed. "Honest?"
"Yep." Katy smirked. "And I can assure you, he can take us both on."
The women were laughing when they came out into the living room. Tom turned, his eyes bugged and his jaw dropped, then he grinned widely.
"Damn! You ladies sure know how to dress for the kill!"
Katy and Cora strutted provocatively, moving toward him, and a big mound started to rise in his pants.
The sight sent shivers of anticipation running through his daughter's body. "Are you ready for us, Daddy," Katy asked, wiggling up beside him. Arching her tits, she flicked her tongue between her red lips and added with a sexy purr, "Or perhaps I should say...stud."
"Ah, yeah, the drinks are ready...."
"And are you ready, too?" she asked, reaching out to unbutton his shirt. She pushed it off his shoulders to display his strong hairy torso.
"For both of us?" Cora chimed in.
Tom looked from one woman to the other and chuckled. "I've never had two women before."
"Well, then let's cut to the chase," Cora said, sashaying closer. "I'm anxious to see if that big lump in your pants is for real."
Katy giggled. "Why don't you show her, Daddy?"
Tom rolled his eyes. "Oh, Lord! What kind of a daughter did your mother raise?" But he grinned as he moved from behind the bar, fumbling with his zipper.
He felt like a college man again as his pants dropped to the floor.
"Let me!" Cora said eagerly. She stepped forward and yanked down his briefs, freeing his hard cock. "Oh, wow!" she gasped. "You're hung like a horse!"
Katy shivered. Her father's cock looked ever longer, thicker, and lovelier then ever, with its shaft gleaming and its swollen head waving back and forth. A pearly drop of pre-cum already glistened on its tip. Maybe it was the sight of Cora that was giving his manhood extra strength.
"Didn't I tell you, Cora?" Katy giggled. "Yeah! That's some cock!"
Tom stepped proudly, gathering his trousers and carefully folding them before hanging them over the back of a chair. Katy was proud of him, too, with his muscular, well-kept look. And as he moved near them, the tangy aroma of his maleness sent her senses whirling.
She even stopped thinking about Randy! And that was quite a feat, because thoughts of their sexy neighbor had dominated her mind almost constantly since they had fucked.
That had been something special, something un-like anything she had ever experienced in her entire life.
The sex had been wild. It had been the best sex she'd ever had. By far.
But there had been more to it than that.
There had been something between them, something perfect
He had made her feel complete.
It she'd been superstitious, she'd have said that they were meant for each other, that fate had brought them together. And the feeling hadn't dimmed during the days that had passed since their encounter.
But now she had her dad.
Tom seemed at ease with his nudity. Actually, he was enjoying the attention the two young women were giving him as he handed them each a drink and then settled down on the couch between them. How many men got a chance to live out their sexual fantasies? God, this was great! The lights had been turned down low, and the music playing in the background had an earthy beat.
"I never knew you were such a swinger, darlin', " Cora said.
He leaned back and stretched out his legs. His huge prick stood up high in his lap. "It's not hard to swing when you're surrounded by beautiful young ladies," he said.
"Well, I hope you're not planning to be too gentlemanly to this lady," Cora cooed.
"Or this one, either," Katy joined in, laughing. She shivered as she saw a crystal drop of cum ooze from the small slit in the crown of her father's cock. "Oh, God-" She took a quick sip from her drink. It was strong, just what she needed.
Suddenly, she remembered something.
"I'll be back in a minute," she murmured, rising. "Don't start without me."
But Cora took quick advantage of Katy's departure. She immediately snuggled closer to Tom. His arm glided around her waist. Looking back, Katy felt a pang of jealousy.
She quickly found what she was after in the bedroom-a package of condoms. But returning, she stopped short in the darkened hallway and peered into the living room. Cora was already holding her father's huge cock in one hand and they were kissing. His fingers were fumbling with the front fastening of her bulging bra.
Katy caught her breath. The night they had slept together, she had thought that he was hers alone. But, of course, that wasn't true. She was his daughter, not his wife. She should be glad just for a chance to share in the treats. After all, he deserved more than just her.
He was staring now at Cora's big boobs, bare and alluring. The sexy blonde moaned with pleasure while his fingers explored her curves, and her hand pumped his prick with a gentle rhythm. Her trim thighs angled open invitingly.
A quiver went through Katy, and she felt her cunt beginning to turn wet. She cleared her throat and stepped forward. This was a three-way party. And she wasn't going to be left out with the prick action about to begin!
They broke off their kiss and looked up at her as Katy sauntered over in front of them. Cora giggled. "You didn't really expect us to wait, did you?" she said, while continuing to fondle Tom's rigid cock.
"Oh, I don't mind," Katy giggled. "I'm just surprised that you still have your panties on."
"So am I," Cora tittered, swinging her thighs back and forth.
"Well, we can take care of that." Tom reached for Cora's crotch.
"Here, darlin', you take over," Cora said, drawing her hand away from Tom's shaft as she leaned back on the couch.
Katy moved toward him then, and knelt on the floor at his feet. She wrapped her hand around his big, beautiful dick.
She shook as she fondled the prick, and her eyes sparkled as they watched the trickle of juice ooze from the tiny hole in its head. The temptation was too great. She leaned forward and bent her head down. Her lips opened. The cockhead twitched as it touched her mouth.
"Uhh!" Tom groaned. He had opened the front zipper of Cora's skirt, and his hand was exploring inside her lace panties. Braced with her hands behind her on the couch, she arched her tits toward his face while he sucked on the erect buds of her dark pink nipples.
"Ohhhhh!" Cora whined, grinding her crotch against his teasing hand. "That feels good, darlin'! Oh, that's sooo gooooood!"
Katy's hungry mouth was savoring his cock meat. She was new at cocksucking, but she was rapidly becoming an expert at in. She enjoyed the thrill of having a man's throbbing passion fully in her mouth, and she relished the power she had over him, the ability to bring him to completion or to leave him hanging, whichever she pleased. Right now, she wanted to bring him off in her mouth, but she knew such a quick start would soon bring the party to an end. And she wanted this party to last all night long!
Her tongue cleaned away the juices from his rubbery knob, and she gave it a sweet, warm kiss before letting it go.
Resting back on her heels, Katy watched her father's hand work inside Cora's panties. She envied him. She knew the taste of those big, creamy tits he was enjoying, and she was well aware of the spongy mass of oozing membranes his fingers were stroking inside that flimsy lace panty.
His fingers moved faster, and Cora gasped and pushed her hips against his hand. A moment later, she let out a yelp of joy, and then a long, low wail. She shook with the tremors of orgasm, her thighs jerking and her arms flailing. Tom sucked on her tits and continued tickling her pussy, until she finally sagged back into the cushions.
Katy's nostrils twitched as the sharp, pungent smell of hot cunt slowly rose toward her.
Tom pulled his hand out of Cora's panties and grinned at his daughter. "Next?"
"Not that way," Katy breathed. "I want your cock."
"Climb on my lap, sweetheart," he said, drawing his legs together.
"Go, girl," Cora encouraged, her eyes gleaming as she watched from her position, sprawled out on the end of the couch. Her tits were beautifully swollen and colored with the flush of orgasm.
Katy peeled down her wet panties and slid them down her nylon-clad legs. Her father grasped her hips as she spread her long legs and straddled his lap. She sat on his knees.
Tom Eastwood was in heaven. What had he ever done to deserve such an experience? Two young cunts, each waiting for his pleasure. This was more than any man deserved.
He had always known he had a little more dick than the average man, but he had never really given it much thought. Oh, yes, he had gone through a series of lovers in his lifetime, and they had all seemed pleased with his sexual performance. But it had never gone to his head. He had never been promiscuous. Not until now.
The softness of her belly was pressing against his arousal. She leaned forward to cover his mouth with hers in a hot, sweet kiss. Then she was weaving a trail of kisses along his neck, down his chest. The sensation was so exquisite, he heard himself groan aloud.
She moaned, too, and her fingers gripped his shoulders. She rose on her knees. Then she lowered her juicy, dark-haired pussy over his prickhead, catching it like an expert.
She cooed as his fat knob stretched her slick swollen cunt lips and began to disappear between them.
Ohhh, she was tight. But she stretched to accept him.
Katy shivered as she settled in his lap. She had taken him, completely.
"Ohhh, Daddy!" she breathed, her warm cunt quivering around his captive prick. "Mmmmmmmm!"
Her father was tugging at the top of her dress, pushing down her shoulder straps, trying to free her boobs. Cora reached over and unzipped the back. The dress floated away, and a minute later he had undone her ribboned bra.
Katy arched her tits forward, pushing her nipples toward his lips while her long thighs rose and fell over his cock. Her father caught a nipple in his lips and sucked it while her slick, snug cunt tried to milk his cock.
"Yes, yess, yess! Ohhhh, yes!" she whimpered, as the tingling in her titties mingled with the pleasant sensations that were rising rhythmically from her cunt.
Cora's eyes glittered as she watched the father-daughter combo do their love dance. Oh, this was great! This was going to be a party to remember!
Katy, her face deeply flushed as she bounced in her father's lap, turned to blonde friend and smiled. "Join us," she whispered as her father's mouth left one breast and moved to the other.
Cora took one look at Katy's pretty, pink nipple, then lowered her head and took over where Tom had left off. She began sucking on Katy's tit. Katy's golden blonde hair hung like a curtain around the two of them as their mouths covered her tits with hot, sweet kisses.
This was all too much for the young woman. Katy made only a few more long strokes on her father's stretched cock before the tremors started in her cunt. She cried out as her whole body began to vibrate. Her thighs stiffened, and she had to force herself downward to cover his cock while her pussy spasmed.
Her excitement was all-consuming, wildly overpowering. She clung to him, writhing in his lap, her fingernails grazing his back, until the lusty rhythm of the orgasm faded.
"Oh, that was too much!" Katy gurgled, hugging the other two tightly and mashing her tits against their faces. "Too, too much!"
The threesome separated, and they all laughed, relieved now that the tension had eased, even if only temporarily.
The ice had been broken; all three of them were now at ease. At least the women were-they'd each had an orgasm. Tom's organ was still straining for its relief, its ridged surface now a vivid purple color.
"Hey! What are these for?" Cora asked, reaching for the brightly colored foil package that was lying on the floor.
"Oh, God!" Katy rolled her eyes. "I forgot about them."
"You'd better be careful, girl. You'll end up giving birth to a dim-witted brother."
"Cora's right," Tom said soberly.
"I know, Dad. I'll be more careful next time."
Cora tore open one of the foil packets with her teeth and pulled out a condom. "Step aside, darlin'.
It's my turn."
She pushed Katy away and crawled between Tom's knees. With quick, steady fingers, she took the rubber, placed it on the tip of his prick and rolled it down to cover him.
Then she stepped back and kicked her shoes off her feet. She slid her hands under her skirt to pull her panties down her thighs and off her legs. Tom's eyes were bright as he watched her pull back her skirt, with her thighs wide apart, to expose the hairy thicket that covered her sex.
"Wanna see what you were playing with earlier?" she teased.
"Show me," he muttered hoarsely.
"Sure, darlin'. "
She opened herself up, prying her swollen cunt lips apart to bring her clit out where Tom and Katy could both see it.
God, that is a pretty thing, Katy thought, seeing true beauty in a pussy for the first time. Hey, she had one of those, too! Her fingers moved in the wetness of her own sex. She found her clitoris-it was rigid, jutting, insolently inviting.
Cora slid a finger along each side of her clit and turned her crotch so that Tom could watch while her fingers tickled and rubbed the shaft of her clit with a steady rhythmic motion.
Katy dipped her fingers into the mouth of her pussy and brought out some of her warm juices to paint her own clit. Then she started stroking herself, slowly rubbing along the shaft of her clitoris, stoking the fire that was beginning to grow again in her belly.
"Ohh, God!" Cora suddenly exclaimed. Then her body started vibrating and her tits arched forward as her legs shook.
Katy couldn't believe what she was witnessing. The other woman was diddling herself through a climax right in front of a man! The woman had no shame! Anything went with her!
People are fools when they start drawing lines. Sex is good. All sex is good. Cora had told her that. And then Randy had echoed it. Life's too short for pussy-footing around.
These people were all crazy! Sex-mad sex fiends, every one!
Katy's fingers continued sliding in and out of her slushy interior, her thumb rubbing her swollen clit without letup. She shuddered and started cumming. Her moans mixed with the sounds of Cora's ecstasy. Again and again, she cried out as the pleasure swept through her body.
Cora sagged to the couch as her orgasm passed. She flopped down on her back. The waves of ecstasy had bathed her body and left her tits hard and rosy and her crotch with a rash-like blush. She looked up to see Tom poise himself over her. His prick looked gigantic!
"Yes, stud!" Cora whined with need. She reached for him, opening her legs, ready to give herself to him completely. "I'm ready! Fuck me hard and deep! Ohhhhhhh!"
He braced himself above her, aimed his knob at the swollen gash of her cunt, and drove it in hard!
Cora shouted. Her arms and knees wrapped around him as he hunched into her cunt again. "Oh, Gawd!" she groaned.
Her groans urged him on, faster, harder, deeper. He drove himself inside of her, filling her again and again, as the world blurred around them, until there was only him and her.
"Ohhhh!" Cora cried, her face contorted with passion. "Fuck me, Tom, honey! Fuck me till I die!"
Katy stood beside the couch. She watched, fascinated. It would have been laughable, if it hadn't been so exciting-the way they had to struggle to keep from rolling off the couch-the hefty grunts her father made each time he rammed his cock into her pussy and his big dangling balls slapped against her ass. The heat of their physical effort and the smell of their friction gave the room a bawdy atmosphere.
But there was beauty, too, in their movement...the coordinated motion of their bodies...the soft slapping sound of Cora's breasts rocking back and forth...the liquid sound of their union, sucking, squishing.
Cora cried out, arching her cunt in a high arc off the cushions. Tom grunted and pushed deep into her again, twisting and grinding his hairy balls against her ass. Her whimpers increased, and Katy knew she was going through another orgasm.
Her release pushed Tom over the edge.
"Uggghhhh!" her father moaned suddenly, hunching even faster. "I'm cumming with you this time, baby! I'm cumming with you!"
He exploded. A volcano eruption spewed from his loins, sending pleasure through him. The bliss was sharp and sweet, with a fiery heat that seared his insides. For a brief moment, all coherent thought vanished. There was only sensation. Pure, sweet delight.
Katy watched her friend's dainty body shake and her face twist as the pair went into the finale of their fuck dance. Tom hunched fast and furiously. Katy envied the other woman, hungered for the feeling of that hot, pulsing fluid gushing into her body.
CHAPTER TEN
When Tom pulled away from Cora, he sat back up, grinning widely. He was having a ball!
Katy plopped into a chair across from them. The women exchanged glances and broke out laughing.
"You guys sure know how to throw a party," Cora said.
"Nothing like a good fuck to liven up an evening," Tom said with satisfied sigh.
"Dad!" Katy giggled. "I can't believe you're talking so raunchy."
"Oops! I forgot that with your Yankee upbringing you're unfamiliar with our Southern social customs."
"Mother would be shocked."
Tom got up and went over to freshen their drinks. "Tell me about your mother," he said. "Does she, ah-"
"Fuck around?"
"Yeah?"
Katy thought for a minute. "I don't really think so. There's a price tag on her pussy now. I think you were the last guy she fucked for love."
"That makes you a true love child," Cora joined in.
"A real mixed-up love child," Katy said slowly, looking from her naked father to her equally naked girlfriend.
Tom and Cora both immediately understood her cryptic comment.
"I'm not as young as I used to be," Tom commented. "I'm going to have to rest a while before I take you foxy young ladies on again."
"There's no reason that should slow down the party," Cora said gaily. She motioned for Katy to join her. "C'mon over here, l'il darlin'. Join me."
Katy looked at her father. "D-Do you mind?"
Tom was rubbing his dick dry with a towel. "Go to it, sweetheart." He grinned. "I just hope you're not expecting privacy."
"Just join back in when you feel up to it, Tom, darlin', " Cora said, scooting down on the couch and spreading her thighs as Katy crawled over her.
Tom's daughter placed her knees wide apart directly over Cora's head. Leaning over, she curled her hands around Cora's ass and bent her head over the other woman's cunt.
Cora's delicately-haired pussy had a heady, just-fucked scent. Katy didn't find the odor the least bit objectionable. Her tongue flicked downward and parted the soft, cum-flavored labia. The taste of her father's cum mixed with Cora's juices sent shivers of need racing through Katy's body.
Proving she had been an apt pupil, Katy returned all the moves Cora had taught her. She kissed and licked the hairdresser's clit and stroked her tongue in and out of her humid hole.
Tom's prick began to harden as he watched the two women going at it. Life had thrown him quite a curve the past few weeks. First his sexy secretary, then his daughter, and now, tonight, not only was he getting to screw the woman who was reputed to be the hottest number in town, but he was being treated to a torrid live sex show to boot! Talk about getting lucky!
He didn't know how long his luck was going to hold out, but he was going to make the most of it while he could. He was going to get another piece of Cora's pussy before the night was over...and, of course, he wouldn't be completely satisfied until he had drained himself once again inside his daughter's tight young box.
"Mmmmmmmm!" Katy smacked her lips, licking the flavor off them, and dived back into eating Cora's cunt.
The blonde on the bottom uttered a muffled sound of delight. Her face was hidden from Tom's view by Katy's smooth, shapely thighs, but he could hear the sound of her lips working in Katy's snatch as she arched her head up into it. His prick stiffened, and his balls began to ache again.
Katy was close to cumming again. She was starting to shake all over. Cora kept pushing her onward, slurping noisily between her legs.
"Okay, ladies," Tom muttered, his hardened cock waving before him as he moved toward the women.
They didn't hear him coming. But they'd already invited him to join in when he was ready.
Climbing onto the couch with them, he moved up behind Katy, gripping her hips, while his balls draped over Cora's forehead.
"Come on, big guy," said Cora, as she guided his cock between Katy's legs toward her cunt.
Tom grunted and pushed forward. Cora's tongue wet his dick from below as he pushed it into his daughter's pussy.
Shit! He'd forgotten those damn condoms again!
Fire raced along his spine as he felt the hot clasp of his daughter's cunt flesh around his straining cock meat.
Katy jerked to attention as she felt her father's cock invade her cunt. Oh, God. This was it. This was the best-the best of both worlds. Man-love and woman-love, both at the same time. Her body stiffened as she felt Cora's delicate tongue tickle her cunt lips while her father's bold prick plowed between them. Her moans urged him on, and he pushed faster...harder...deeper. And then her head began to spin. Her last conscious act was to press her tongue hard against Cora's clit.
Katy's cunt contracted. She shouted. Waves of pleasure tore through her. As she shook and trembled, a similar reaction took place at the bottom of the pile. "Ohhhhhh!" Cora whined. "Ohhhhhh, fuck!"
Tom bit his lip, trying to hold back. He didn't want to cum again-not yet, not this soon. But the excitement of the three-way fuck was too much for him.
A torrent of hot cum spurted from Tom's cock, triggering yet another orgasm that washed over Katy's body. She began cumming again as her father fucked her feverishly, slamming against her ass as her jabbed his spurting cock all the way into her.
And then the pile collapsed into a single heap of hot, spasming flesh.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
It was their first date. A whole week had passed since Katy had lured Randy Hanks to the house and seduced him. Since he hadn't followed up with a phone call the next day, or even the day after, she figured she must not have measured up to his other girlfriends. She had done it all wrong-you don't start off a relationship with a fuck, you gradually build up to it. He probably considered her just an easy lay. She had almost written off their encounter as a one-night stand when the call finally came.
He had suggested a steak house just outside of New Burney-a place far enough away that their every movement wouldn't be reported back to her father before she returned home-and she had quickly accepted.
Perhaps she shouldn't have been so eager. She should have played a little harder to get. But, damn it, she really liked the guy and she didn't want to risk discouraging his attention.
She felt good entering the steak house on the arm of a man as macho looking as Randy. Several women looked away from their own companions and gave him a critical appraisal, and then turned their glances to her, clearly wondering what there was about her that had attracted such a good-looking guy. Katy just smiled and clutched Randy's arm tighter.
She sat back and let him order the drinks. She showed her pleasure at being with him by pressing her thigh gently against his leg. His grin made her feel warm inside.
"What time will your dad be expecting you home?" he asked smoothly, returning the leg caress.
"I'm a big girl, now. I make my own decisions." She smiled at him. "Besides, I think he'll be spending the evening with his secretary."
"I hadn't realized your dad was such a swinger. like father, like daughter?"
She laughed. "Some say so."
He grinned and eyed her outfit. She wore a simple sheath dress, but the bodice was tight enough to be a second skin. Her breasts were clearly outlined, her nipples taut just from the excitement of being out with him.
"How come a pretty girl like you isn't married, Katy?"
Toying with a cocktail napkin, she answered him honestly. "My mother wants me to marry for money."
"And you?"
Their gazes met and held for a moment. "I suppose it's as good a reason as any," she finally replied.
He let out a sigh. "I guess that let's me out. I'm dirt poor."
She smiled at him. "In some cases, I could make an exception."
"Would the size of a guy's dick have anything to do with it?" he asked with a leer.
"His ability to use it might," she replied smoothly.
His response was interrupted as the cocktail waitress arrived with their drinks. She looked at Randy long and hard before glancing back at Katy. Her expression was clearly envious.
Randy took a healthy swig of his drink, then stared at Katy. His glance moved slowly down from her face to the thrusting globes of her tits. Her nipples stiffened even more under the heat of his gaze. "Are you really hungry right now?"
"Not for food," she said in a shaky voice, rubbing her leg against his again.
"Let's finish our drinks," he said. "We can come back later. They serve until nine."
Katy smiled agreeably and lifted her drink.
The restaurant had an added convenience-it adjoined a fairly new motel with comfortable-looking rooms. Half an hour later, they were in one of those rooms.
He kicked the door shut behind them and drew in a ragged breath as he tightened his arms around her. "God, Katy," he said as he pulled back to look down at her. "I've been thinking of this, dreaming of this-dreaming of having you in my arms-ever since that afternoon we spent together."
His admission filled her with pleasure. So, maybe she had played it right after all.
Softly, gently, almost chastely, he brushed his lips against hers.
"Is that the way you kiss your grandmother?" Katy taunted. "Kiss me!"
His eyes flared with heat as he stopped holding back. Pulling her against him so tightly that he squeezed nearly all the air from her body, he kissed her again.
She shook with lust, and her lips opened. This time he gave in to the temptation and kissed her hungrily, greedily, taking what she offered and then some. His tongue plundered the softness of her mouth and stroked deep, stealing all that was left of her breath.
It was a kiss of pure fire, pure passion. Katy arched her crotch against his and kissed him back just as fiercely, just as hungrily.
Oh, how she needed fucking! He sensed it, and she could feel the intensity of his need and his craving for her. Damn! Just as before, their passions were perfectly attuned.
He kissed her harder, deeper, inhaling her, consuming her, and her heart pounded wildly as heat surged through her veins. The kiss revealed the strength of his passion, the heat of his hunger for her.
Randy was breathing hard as he pulled back to gaze down into her eyes. He cupped her face with the palm of one hand and traced her lips with his thumb.
"What is it about you?" he breathed. "You're un-like any other woman I've ever met. What is this power you have over me?"
Katy lost herself in the midnight depths of his eyes. "Maybe it's destiny," she whispered. "Maybe we're supposed to be lovers."
"Maybe," he murmured. He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her again, so softly this time, so sweetly, Katy felt herself melt.
With his hands around her shapely ass, he felt the tremors of excitement as they shook her body. Her mouth and lips responded with passionate fervor, and her crotch rode against his straining cock. She was ready.
He pushed up the hem of her dress in back so that he could run his fingers over her thighs. He discovered all her secrets-the lace panties that stretched over her butt, her nylons, held up by tight garters that bit into her firm-fleshed thighs, and stretching between them, an intriguing span of delightfully smooth skin.
Randy hadn't had a woman since leaving her bed that afternoon almost two weeks ago. That was unusual for him. He couldn't remember ever going more than two or three days without having a fuck, not since his first. But, somehow, this Yankee broad had screwed over his mind.
Sliding a finger between her thighs, he found and caressed her cunt curve. Katy shuddered and wiggled her ass back so that his fingers could get at her nylon-covered pussy.
"What do you want from me, babe?" he asked, his lips kissing her neck.
"The same as you want from me," she murmured. "Everything-" "Totally and completely."
Her lush thighs spread, giving him more freedom with her cunt. It was already moist. The ever-so-faint aroma of warm pussy was already piquing his nostrils.
Finally, she broke away and twisted around so that her back was to him.
"Would you help with my zipper?"
She felt him touch her gently as he searched for the tiny zipper pull on the back of her dress. The sound of the zipper going down seemed almost deafening in the silence.
He was certainly already aware that she wasn't wearing a bra. But she heard him swallow hard anyway as the simple pull of the zipper bared her from the nape of her neck all the way down to the lace of her panties.
Katy pulled the dress off and stepped out of it, letting it sink to the floor. Then she turned to face him.
Heated flared in Randy's eyes at the sight of her wearing only her white lace panties.
"Has anybody ever told you that you have great tits?"
Katy blushed as she reached out and started unbuttoning his shirt. "I believe you did."
"Sonofagun!" he murmured. "I just might have at that."
While she pushed off his sport shirt, he loosened his pants and dropped them.
Katy's hazel eyes glowed as she saw the bulge in his shorts. She held her breath as he kicked off his shoes and pushed down his briefs.
His maleness overwhelmed her...the dark curled hair on his thighs...the wild bush of hair at his groin... the heavy balls...the long, thick cock that reared up like a boom.
"Ummmmm!" Katy breathed. "That looks yummy."
He tensed his cock, and a bubble of pre-cum leaked from its swollen head.
The sight brought heat to her breasts, and warmth started to spread from deep within her vagina.
"Now," he said, sliding his arm around her waist and lifting her left tit in his hand, "let's try that kiss again."
"Yessss!" she breathed, her knees trembling.
His mouth took hers and she whined with delight. Her hand snaked down to his stiff prick.
Shivers of lust swept her body. Ohhh, God, he was big! The feel of that huge cock in her fingers caused her cunt to moisten.
As they kissed and stroked their tongues, their naked bodies rubbed together. He filled his hands with her soft breasts. While he stroked her silky skin, her fist whipped slowly up and down on his shaft.
He lowered his head and started sucking on her boobs. With his lips sucking and nibbling on her tender tit flesh, his hand slid down across her tummy and cupped her cunt.
"Ohhhh, Randy!" she panted. "Finger-fuck me, honey. Start me off with a big one."
Good Lord, what would her friends say if they could hear her now? She had never said things like this before, never pleaded like a trollop for a man's attention. God, she had turned into a slut!
Randy responded to her pleas, pumping a finger into her cunt while his thumb mashed against her clit. It was a crude way to do it, but her tension quickly built to a climax.
"Ohhhh, Randy! I-I-I'm cumming!"
Her legs shook and her clit throbbed as the hard beat of her climax shook her from head to toe. She didn't care that she was a bitch, a slut, a whore-or even a nympho! She had to have it!
And Randy understood, and he knew exactiy how to satisfy her hunger.
When she recovered, he was nuzzling her tits and rubbing his hand over her warm, juicy opening.
"Mmmmmm. That was nice. Thanks."
"Don't mention it, babe."
She squeezed his rigid cock. "My turn," she murmured. "Do you want me to eat you?"
"Maybe later," he grunted. "Right now I'm hot for your tight box."
They fell back together on the bed, skin touching skin, soft flesh against taut muscle.
Randy's hands were everywhere at once, skimming the softness of her skin, stroking, caressing, delighting in her sweet smoothness. His fingers probed her most intimate place, finding her slick and hot and ready for him.
"This one's my treat," she murmured, pushing him over onto his back and straddling him. The softness of her belly pressed against his erection as the smooth cheeks of her ass settled on him. She was panting, her excitement building. Her knees pressed against his hips, and her sleek legs caressed his hairy, muscular thighs. Her soft blonde hair hung around them like a curtain as she leaned forward to cover his mouth with hers in a passionate kiss. Then she shifted and wove a trail of hot kisses along his neck, down his chest.
He groaned aloud. His cock sprang up, throbbing for her moist cunt.
Katy rubbed her cunt lips over his hairy thigh, smearing him with her juices. The feel of his hard muscles in his leg added to the thrill, driving her half-mad with lust. Randy's body was slick with sweat, his cock rigid and ready again. She brushed her mound against it, meshing her silken cunt curls with his wiry cock hair, and felt the heat radiating from his big cock.
She wiped her dripping cunt over his prick and the lips parted so that he could see the juicy, pulsing pink-ness of pussy flesh. She was incredibly moist inside. Randy's head reeled. He couldn't wait to feel his cock shoving inside there, fucking her with powerful, grinding thrusts.
Randy pushed upward, and the tip of his cock forced its way between her pussy lips.
Katy moaned as she felt her cunt stretch wide to accommodate his thick width. "Ohhhh! Oh, yes!" she sobbed. It felt as though he were splitting her apart! Oh, God, he had such a huge cock! A wonderfully huge cock! She threw her head back and let out a yelp of excitement as the warm walls of her pussy wrapped around him like a clinging glove. God, what a man!
When his cock was fully inside her, Randy began to work his hips slowly. Katy balanced above him, riding him like a bronco, as her hot, slick cunt gradually adjusted to his size. Breathing heavily, she twisted around it as it slid in and out. Her pussy lips ground into his groin each time their bodies came together.
Grunting with the effort, he drove his cock steadily in and out of her tight cunt. Her movements increased, her hips rolling, her buttocks twisting as his organ pumped in and out of her sex. His prick felt immense, like a huge club plundering her body again and again. Her juices flowed in a steady stream out of her cunt, spreading along the insides of her thighs as his belly repeatedly slapped up against her crotch.
They gasped together as his movements became more rapid. Her tension wound tighter. She felt her climax fast approaching. As the sensations swamped her, she cried out and moaned and bucked back at him in a frenzy.
"Oh, yes!" Katy cried.
"God, babe...."
"Oh, don't stop...this feels too good! Don't ever stop...." The wet smacking sounds from her pussy and the slurping noises from his slippery cock mixed erotically, filling the small room with the sound of their lust as his hard cock kept moving steadily in her slick cunt. She humped and twisted, raising and dropping her ass in a frenzy.
"God!" he groaned again.
And then he grunted and slammed forward as he began his cum. He pushed way up, lifting her high into the air as he forced his dick deep inside her. His prick lurched and began spewing warm, creamy cum.
Katy caught the momentum. Her clit began to buzz, and deep in her womb she felt the beginnings of that exhilarating rush of completion.
"I'm going to cum, honey! You're making me cum! Fuck me hard! Fuck me fast! Ohhh, yes!" Her body began to shiver violently. "Ohhhh! Ohhhhh!" she whimpered hoarsely, her breath coming out in short, hysterical gasps. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh, God! Ohhhh!"
Her body twitched and jerked as his cock sputtered its final spurt of hot cream deep inside her.
Slowly, she drifted back to consciousness. Gradually, she became aware of his arms around her, of the cushioning warmth of his body beneath her, her cheek resting comfortably in the crook of his shoulder.
She smiled as she ran her fingers over his sweat-drenched muscles. "I sure am glad we decided to hold off on the steaks for a while. That was a lot better than a salad."
His laughed, then twisted around so that he could kiss her hard on the mouth.
After that, they lay together for a while, each quiet, each lost in their own thoughts
"So, you said with the right guy you could make an exception," he finally said, returning to the thread of conversation they had started earlier.
"Are you offering?"
"I'm considerin'. "
CHAPTER TWELVE
"That's good coffee, Maggie."
"Do you like it, Tom? Some folks think the Southern Comfort takes away from the taste."
"The taste of the coffee, or of the whiskey?" Tom asked with a chuckle.
"Well, you know how some folks can be."
"Only a tea drinker would find fault with your coffee, Maggie." Tom took the last sip from his cup, then set it aside.
"I suppose you're wonderin' why I invited you over today, Tom."
The newspaper editor eyed his neighbor. She was built just the way he liked a woman: slim, busty, and with the kind of sexy smile that kept a man's cock twitching. And her voice had a good, Southern lilt. She had dressed simply for his visit-just a short-sleeved shirt and a pair of shorts-but she looked as good to him as any high-class fashion model. Her cotton top was unbuttoned just enough to give a hint at the treasures inside. Probably no bra. Yeah, he liked that. Her print skirt reached only halfway to her knees, revealing enough bare leg that he could tell they were as trim and finely muscled as those of a woman half her age. Tom found himself trying to imagine the tight grip they could get on a man in the heat of passion.
"I'm concerned about our children."
"Our children?"
"Well, your daughter, mainly. I figure Randy can take care of himself. But if'n I'm not mistaking, your daughter is headin' for a broken heart."
Tom let out a big sigh. "Yes, Maggie, I've been a little concerned about that, too. They've been seeing a lot of each other."
"Every night, now, for nigh onto two weeks."
Tom looked around the room, noting all the homey touches that were absent from his bachelor place. "I think she'll be all right. She's more or less taking a summer off from her life and sowing some wild oats down here. No one knows her here, or is connected with her real life up there in Rhode Island."
"Haven't you talked with her about this?"
"Maggie, I advised her to go ahead and do it."
"Land sakes, Tom Eastwood! You're her father-you shouldn't be tellin' a girl to do things like that."
"Oh, Maggie, men do it all the time. Look at my secretary's husband. He's in the Navy over in the Mediterranean, probably living it up right now."
"A woman's not like a man. A woman can't just play around without it affecting her heart and her head. A woman needs one man-one good man-not a man like most of the ass-holes around here. Now, don't look at me like that-I know what you're thinking-that I'm a fine one to be saying such things."
"I'm not being judgmental, Maggie."
"I ain't particularly proud of who I am," she said, her chin set defiantly. "But a woman has her needs-and there ain't no one around here to satisfy them with for a woman my age 'cepting' men who are already married."
"I'm not married, Maggie."
"Yeah, but-"
"And, judging by our offspring, you and I are pretty much the same age."
"You and me?" She rolled her eyes skyward. "Dear God in heaven, listen to the silly man talk! Tom, you and I ain't exactly in the same class."
"I beg your pardon?"
"You're an educated man-a real gentleman, most folks say. And I'm just a plain old farm woman."
Tom stared at Maggie Hanks as if her words had been an inspiration. "At this stage in my life, that's exactly what I need."
Maggie laughed. "What? A woman who can grow tomatoes?"
"And com, and beans, and collard greens. A woman who can cook a chicken on Sundays and a turkey on Thanksgiving. A woman who can put up curtains and drapes and all those doodads like you have decorating the shelf over there."
He rose from his chair and moved toward where she was standing. "And, especially, a woman who would be warm and cozy in bed at night," he said, taking her in his arms.
"Well," she said sobering, "ask around town. Almost anyone can tell you I'm fine in that respect."
"Maggie, I'm not interested in what anyone else has to say about you."
"Tom, have you gone half-crazy?" she asked, settling in his embrace.
"Half-crazy? No, Maggie, maybe I'm just seeing things right for a change."
Looking up into his eyes, she moved one hand to his neck and combed her fingers through his short hair. "Hon, I do like the way you talk. But if you're just trying to get into my panties, you've done sweet-talked me enough." She wiggled her belly against the erection that had been growing since he first set foot in her house, letting him know that she knew the condition he was in. "But don't fuck with my heart just for the fun of it."
"Fair enough," he breathed as he lowered his head to kiss her.
She sucked in her breath and stretched up on the tips of her toes to kiss him back hungrily. He pulled her even more tightly against him, running his fingers through the silken softness of her hair. All of his senses seemed to explode as the kiss deepened.
Without breaking the kiss, he unbuttoned her blouse and slipped his hand inside to fondle her breasts. As he had suspected, she wasn't wearing a bra. He cupped one full, quivering mound in his warm palm. Maggie's entire body quivered as his strong fingers gently massaged her tits. He found her hard nipples and pinched them between his fingers.
Closing her eyes, she shuddered with pleasure when he pushed her top fully open to expose both tits. She couldn't stop shaking. His hands were skillful and gentle...as gentle as any she had ever experienced. And he didn't seem to be in any hurry. He was content just to continue the slow caresses that made her tremble so.
"Oh, Gawd!" she mumbled. "You really do like my tits, don't you?"
"Not just your tits, Maggie," he replied softly as his fingers stroked her nipples. "I have a feeling I'm going to like every part of you."
Then he bent his head to put his mouth on her breasts, and she had to cling to his shoulders to keep herself from falling. She groaned and closed her eyes, so that she could focus all her attention on the thrilling sensations that had begun flowing from her nipples.
He sucked each stiff bud in turn and squeezed them between his lips, his tongue fluttering between them, making both tits shiny wet with his saliva.
She slipped a hand between their bodies to feel the strength of the prick that strained against the front of his trousers. The feel of his hard masculinity under the cloth fired her passions. Her fingers started fumbling with the front of his trousers as his tongue darted from one sensitive nipple to the other, sucking and tonguing them to bursting hardness.
"God, I can't wait to see how well you're hung," she said, as she reached into his trousers and brought his penis out. His prick was charged and ready. Fully erect, it angled upward between them like an arrow, swollen and wonderfully thick. The head was a dark, reddish purple, finely sculpted, with a deep groove that set it off from the steel-hard shaft. "Oh, yes," she murmured, as her fingertips fluttered over it, grazing the underside then moving up to rub over the tip. "That's a fine one."
"I hope you're not disappointed."
"Disappointed?" She chuckled. "Hon, you've just won yourself a free trip to my bedroom!"
Tom took a moment to look around Maggie's bedroom, noting how cozy and feminine it looked, before be pulled her back into his arms to kiss her again. Her top was gone, and his hands glided across the bare skin of her back while her breasts pressed against his chest. Then he pulled his mouth away from hers and his lips began a slow, downward journey, kissing her neck.
Maggie moaned with her eyes squeezed tightly shut.
His hands moved down behind her to lift her skirt, and they spread to cover the rounds of her lace-covered buttocks as he pulled her even more tightly against him.
The feel of his strong hands possessing her body made her tremble with excitement. Her fingers again found the stiff rod of flesh that extended from the opening in his trousers and stroked it.
"Is it hot in here or is it just me?" he said.
"It's both of us," she replied in a throaty voice.
"We're wearing too many clothes."
"Then what are we waiting for, hon? Let's get naked!
She stepped away from him and watched as he undressed. Her gaze marveled at the sight as his lean body was exposed. The muscles of his arms and thighs flexed when he moved, and the heavy shaft of flesh that angled upward from between his legs jerked and swayed. A lovely pair of bloated testicles swung lazily beneath it. God! What a trophy!
She hurriedly removed the last of her clothing. When they were both naked, she turned toward him and reached out her hand to touch his cock. She lightly stroked the underside of the erect shaft with her fingers. Then her hand dropped down to cup and weigh his balls in their wrinkled pouch. "Hon, I want this," she told him.
"Baby, it's yours," he assured her.
When they climbed onto the bed, he crawled between her legs and leaned down to kiss her thighs. The intimate caress brought a moan from her throat. "Oh, yes, hon," she said, raising her knees and swinging her legs wide apart for him.
He hunkered down and rubbed his face into her pussy mound. His nose wiggled right into the straggly blonde curls that shielded her cunt, and he drew in a deep, intoxicating breath of her personal scent.
"Oh, yes, hon!" she hissed. "Yes, yes!"
Pausing for a moment, he lifted her legs over his shoulders, then he leaned back down and pressed his mouth to her pussy. His tongue split her cunt lips and stabbed into her cunthole.
She cried out, and her hips arched upward, pushing her cunt into his face.
Tom felt the curly hair around the woman's snatch surround his mouth. It tickled his cheeks and his nostrils as he pushed his face into the gaping sex hole. He opened his mouth wide to cover her arousal-scented folds of cunt flesh. Then, his tongue flicked out and ran up and down the open slit. He licked deep, and the taste of her hot fluids nearly blew his mind.
"Y-y-yes, Tom! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!"
His tongue found her rigid, well-developed clitoris. The fleshy nubbin felt plump and rubbery between his lips. His tongue strokes on her clit sent Maggie into a frenzy of passion. She arched upward and squeezed her thighs against his ears. A low moan gurgled from her throat. As he licked the sensitive spike, her cunt released a heavy flow of juices that streamed down between her thighs and soaked the sheets beneath her. His hands slid up her body, and he took a tit in each hand.
Caught up in the flood of sensation, Maggie's hips writhed and twisted. She was hotter than a bitch in heat. Her body begged for more of the lurid excitement. She was completely lost in the ecstasy that rose every time her neighbor's tongue flicked across her clit. Her breath shortened, and her muscles began to tighten as her climax rapidly approached. Her eyes rolled shut, her head whipped back, and her fingers tangled in his hair to pull his mouth more tightly to her quivering cunt.
She cried out loudly and started cumming with a violent contraction that caused her body to shake. Tom's tongue continued, driving her on and on. Her heart pounded furiously. One series of contractions followed another as he pushed her through several climaxes in a row. Oh, God! She was going to explode!
Finally, he allowed her emotions to ebb. He gave her pussy several long, sweeping strokes, then pulled away and stretched out atop her. He kissed her, and she tasted the flavor of her own passion on his lips.
Now, she wanted him inside her. She wanted whatever Tom Eastwood could give her. She wanted to feel his long, stiff prick pushing deep into her pussy. She wanted it so badly now that she could almost taste it!
But then he moved away from her.
"Wha--? "
"Just a short intermission," he said, his voice croaking.
Then she saw that he had a condom in his hand.
"Here...let me." Her fingers trembling, she took the condom, placed it on the tip of his penis and rolled it down to cover him.
"You're good at that," he murmured.
"I ain't denyin' that I've had a good deal of experience," she said, looking him directly in the eyes. "I am what I am."
He grinned at her. "And I like what you am."
"Would you admit to that in public?"
"I'd proclaim it from the town square.
She laughed softly. "There's not another man in town that would do that. You're something else!" She tickled the underside of his sheathed prick with her fingertips, causing it to jerk upward in response. "Oh, Tom Eastwood, I like you. I really do. I like you a lot."
"And I like you, Maggie Hanks."
He stretched over her and kissed her. And as he kissed her, he slipped two fingers inside her. His thick fingers gently probed and stretched her opening, preparing it for the entry of his big prick.
She caught her breath as he moved to mount her. She grabbed her knees and pulled them way back. And then she felt the knob of his organ push between the tingling lips of her sex. They both groaned as the thick slab of flesh slid into her wet confines.
"Oh, God!" she cried out, tightening her arms and legs around him.
Tom sucked in a deep breath and began driving into her loins. The line between male and female faded as they became one. The wet heat of her vagina clasping his penis sent his senses reeling. This woman was tight, wonderful, a separate being that seemed somehow akin to him...somehow part of him. This was as good as fucking his daughter. And better. This was a woman who was full of lust, and love. Lust and love that was waiting to be shared.
Maggie was in ecstasy. Sensation after sensation overwhelmed her mind as his hard penis thrust into her tight passage. The force of his muscled body that was fueled by his hunger for her was almost brutal as he plunged into her time after time, his heavy balls slapping against her butt each time he lunged forward. This was the way fuckin' was supposed to be-all-out belly-smackin', gut-shakin', bed-creakin'-yee-haw!
Gurgling sounds came from her throat as the pleasure rose inside her, rising with his, the heat in her belly reaching an explosive force as she felt the first gush of liquid warmth surge into her depths. She let out a screech and went over the top with him.
There was nothing pretty about their mutual climax. It was pure, animal passion. They fought and clawed each other as their bodies twisted and rolled together in the most primitive sex dance imaginable. Their sweaty flesh slapped together, filling the room with lurid noises, while he huffed and puffed and she groaned. The ecstasy was hot, bone-jarring, and complete.
Later, as they lay quietly in each other's arms, Maggie said, "Mr. Eastwood I owe you an apology. I always thought you were just a stuffed-shirt, Yankee intellectual."
"But I am that."
"Maybe so, but now I know you can swing a dick just as well as any good ol' Southern man I've ever met." He laughed. "Was it that good."
"Hon, it was perfect," she purred. "I'm flattered."
She slid a hand down over his chest and belly. The condom was gone, and his sleeping prick was soft and wet. But it felt warm, and she could feel the blood pulsing through it. It wouldn't take much to get it ready to go again.
"Pardon me if I get personal," she said, her fingers curling around his shaft, "but how come some connivin' li'l bitch hasn't already gotten her claws into you?"
"Why am I not married? I suppose I've never really given any woman a chance. I was too busy getting the newspaper started when I came down here."
"And now?"
"It's too late."
"Too late?"
"All the good women are gone."
"Oh."
He caught the sound of her disappointment and turned to look at her. "Funny," he said slowly. "I never thought to look right next door."
"I suppose you're lookin' for a really beautiful woman."
"Exactly."
She blushed, sensing the direction of his thoughts. "Would you like me to pose for you in a bikini."
"I like you better naked."
"You're handsome, too-clothes on or off." She tittered, her flush deepening. "But 'specially with them off...."
While he kissed her, she stroked his prick. The blood filled it again. Her grip tightened and the soft skin rode back and forth over the hard ridges that circled the shaft.
"Now look what I've gone and done," she murmured when his penis was fully erect.
"Hmm," he muttered. "We'll just have to fix it."
He pushed her gently down on the bed and moved over her. His entrance was smooth, his prick sliding all the way into her well-lubricated vagina on the first stroke.
She purred happily and wrapped her legs around his body.
"Ride me, tiger," she murmured. "Ride me."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"Cora, you've worked your magic again," Suzy said as she stared at herself in the mirror. "You've made me beautiful!"
"No magic involved," the hairdresser said, sifting the other woman's soft black hair through her fingers while she fanned it with a blow dryer. "Just consummate skill and incredible artistic aplomb, working with the materials at hand."
"Wha--? "
Cora laughed. "I read that once in a magazine. So, who are we getting you all fixed up for? Your husband's not due back for another couple of months, is he?"
"Three months," the brunette muttered, looking downcast. "Right now, I'm trying to catch my employer's attention."
"Tom Eastwood?"
Suzy nodded. "We had a thing going for a while." She sighed. "But he lost interest."
"Hmmm." The blonde hairdresser placed her hands on Suzy's shoulders. "He's found a new interest from what I've heard."
"What?" Suzy looked up at the other woman with interest. "Who."
"Maggie Hanks."
"Maggie Hanks! My God!"
Cora started gently massaging Suzy's shoulder muscles. "It's not really that surprising. After all, they are neighbors."
"Yes, but...Maggie Hanks, God...."
The hairdresser laughed. "You mean, what's she got that you haven't got?"
"Well...."
"Try these, for starters." Cora's slipped her hands over Suzy's shoulders and down to cup the brunette's breasts.
Suzy jumped at the personal touch. "W-What's wrong with my tits?"
"There's nothing at all wrong with your tits, baby-doll," the blonde said softly. "It's just that Maggie has about twice as much."
"Is that all men care about?" Suzy asked with a pout. "Are they really so fickle?"
"I don't know about that. But those Eastwoods are pure poison."
Suzy looked at Cora in the mirror and her eyes filled with glee as she sensed some juicy gossip. "Oh? Tell me more."
"Well, Tom's daughter-"
"Katy."
"Yeah, that's her name-well, the word is she's really gotten her hooks into...guess who."
"Who?" Suzy asked, hanging in breathless suspense. "Just the town's favorite hunk."
"You don't mean."
"Yep! Our Randy."
"Hmmm." Suzy worried her lip as she considered what Cora had told her. The other woman's hands had remained on Suzy's tits, and the brunette was responding without realizing it as the hairdresser's fingers rubbed her nipples through the material of her blouse. "They say Randy's actually started working."
"Un-huh. Eight hours a day-and he's hired Danny Carter to work with him."
"How long do you think that will last?"
"Not for long after that little bitch leaves town."
"She'll be heading back North the beginning of September."
"Well, that can't come soon enough for me," Cora said bitterly.
"So... , it looks like we're both doing without for a while." Suzy looked down at Cora's hands, suddenly becoming aware of what the pretty hairdresser was doing to her.
"Without?" Cora burst into laughter. "Don't you have a vibrator, darlin'? "
Suzy grinned at Cora in the mirror. "Yeah, a really heavy duty model. But it isn't quite the same thing."
Cora leaned close. "You know what they say," she said softly, her breath teasing Suzy's ear. Her hand slid inside Suzy's blouse. "Sometimes the best man for the job is a woman."
Suzy swallowed hard as the hairdresser's hand cuddled her breast. "I have heard that said...."
Cora's fingers ran over the soft peak of her lacy bra cup and teased her nipple as if it wasn't even there, making it harden.
"Cora-what are you doing?" Suzy glanced nervously toward the door. "What if someone should walk in?"
"Not a problem." Cora moved to the door, slipped the "OUT FOR LUNCH" sign in the window, turned the key in the lock, then closed the blinds.
The subdued lighting encouraged Suzy's sense of naughty excitement, and she shivered as the hairdresser returned to her.
"Let's get you comfortable," Cora said.
Suzy sighed. "I don't think...I mean, I really don't think we should-" she murmured, making no more than verbal resistance as the woman undid the buttons on her blouse.
"Yeah, we probably shouldn't," Cora agreed with a chuckle while she unhooked Suzy's bra. "We should stay away from chocolate, too."
"Chocolate? How could we ever give up chocolate." She gulped, then blushed as her tits bounced free. "Oh, God, Cora. This is embarrassing!"
"Why?" the blonde woman murmured. "Are you ashamed of your tits?" Her fingertips fanned across Suzy's nipples, making them stand erect.
"No, I'm not ashamed of them...." She caught her breath as her bare tits reacted just as if it had been a man fondling them rather than a woman's delicate touch. Little tingles of electric excitement shot through her as Cora's fingers explored their satiny texture. Suzy shifted uneasily, feeling a tightening response in her cunt.
"Don't you like that?"
"Yes, I like it, but...."
Suzy had always loved the feel of hands on her tits. And the touch of a man's hand was usually soon followed by the sensation of his cheeks nuzzling between the pillowy mounds, rubbing the sensitive flesh, and his lips capturing her nipples. But she had never even considered the effect a woman's touch might have on her passions.
"You really don't need a man for this part of it," Cora said softly.
"No, not for this part of it," Suzy admitted, her breathing quickening. God! Maybe she didn't need a man for any of it! She threw back her head and looked up at the hairdresser with a teasing twinkle in her eyes. "Is this part of your complete service? Shampoo, haircut-"
"-And cunt job?" Cora's laughter turned into a warm smile. "Only for special customers, baby doll."
"I-Is there an extra charge?"
"No, darlin'-but, you know, tips are always appreciated. Stand up, darlin'. Let me look at you."
Suzy took a deep breath and stood up. She struggled to keep her emotions in check while the other woman stared at her heaving breasts.
"Tom Eastwood's a fool to leave you for Maggie," Cora said, her eyes bright with admiration. "The woman's a cow!"
Suzy let out a squeal of delight. "Oh, thank you for saying that!"
The embrace seemed to happen naturally. As they hugged, a mutual hunger drew the two women's lips together. Suzy let herself go and returned the kiss with growing enthusiasm. Their tongues entered each other's mouth and caressed intimately. Suzy found an appetite rising within her that she had never realized existed.
Their bodies molded into one as their tongues entwined. Tit against tit, thigh against thigh, each could feel the other's heat through their clothing as their mounds rubbed together. Their gentle purring quickly turned into a duet of hungered moans.
Cora's lips broke away from Suzy's and began kissing down along her neck. Then they were moving over the slopes of her up-thrust tits...kissing...licking.
"Your tits are wonderful. Absolute perfection! So creamy and smooth."
Suzy gave herself over completely to the pleasant sensations and held her tits for Cora, squeezing them and manipulating them to make it easy for the hairdresser's fluttering tongue to race back and forth between her sensitive nipples. While her tongue teased her tits, the woman's hands slipped under Suzy's skirt to stroke her thighs and squeeze her buttocks. Cora worked a fingertip under the waistband of Suzy's panties and ran it along the tingling line that the tight elastic had carved into the soft flesh across the top of her ass cheeks.
Cora managed a coarse whisper, "Baby doll, I want to take off your panties."
"Oh, yes," Suzy breathed. "Take them off. My cunt is so hot. It's suffocating!"
Cora's mouth stayed glued to Suzy's tits as she skimmed the lacy panties off the woman's shapely bottom and slipped them down her legs. A moment later, the skirt fell away, too, leaving Suzy naked except for her flat-heeled shoes and a pair of dark stockings with tight tops. Suzy's ass cheeks quivered as the fresh air caressed them and licked down between her thighs.
Cora's hand slid around to Suzy's stomach. Her fingers slipped through the fine, silky curls that surrounded her cunt, then wedged their way into the tight fit at the juncture of her legs.
Suzy widened her stance to give the woman room. Her cunt lips twitched as Cora's palm pressed warmly against them. Her clitoris throbbed.
A shudder shook the naked woman's body. She moaned. "Yes! Yes! Do it to me! I want everything!"
"There's no hurry," her seducer said with a soft smile. "Just enjoy."
Suzy opened her thighs as Cora's hand moved between them. The blonde woman rubbed her thumb along Suzy's juicy crevice, then pressed her index finger into her hot hole. A tremor shook her own body when she felt Suzy's intimate folds tighten around her. While her finger gently fucked Suzy's cunt, her thumb rubbed the swollen head of her clit.
This was like a dream come true. First, Tom Eastwood's daughter, now Suzy. Slowly, the women in town were beginning to fall.
"Mmmmmm," Suzy murmured, rotating her ass in a small, tight circle. "You do that so good...so gentle...so nice...."
Cora felt completely free, now. Suzy had yielded without reservations. There was nothing stopping them both from fully enjoying the pleasures of her smooth, succulent body. Making it with pretty women had always been a fantasy she indulged it while her fingers worked in their hair. And sometimes she nourished those fantasies at home, with a buzzing vibrator in her hand and her clit hard. But not until Tom's daughter appeared had she ever actually yielded to those wild desires.
Suzy's body was a pure delight to touch. Cora's hands couldn't remain still...moving constantly... stroking Suzy's pussy...spreading cunt juice as they moved up to tease the dimple of her bellybutton...sliding back down to trace her crack again...poking her ass-hole.
A heady, female scent had begun to pervade the room.
Cora bent her head to suck one of Suzy's stiff nipples. Suzy threw her head back and moaned as Cora's lips fastened around the nipple and pulled more of the breast in her mouth.
A hunger grew in her belly, and her mouth began to water for Suzy's snatch. She couldn't wait any longer.
She had to have a taste of the brunette's sexy juices!
They sank to the floor together. Suzy stretched out on the rattan mat that covered the floor without complaint. The harsh cushion gave an obscene flavor to the impromptu encounter, adding to her erotic excitement.
Cora moved between her thighs and stared down at Suzy's cunt. It wasn't a sight she was used to yet, a woman ready for sex, with the outer lips of her pussy swollen and splayed open to reveal the glistening pink edges of her inner folds.
Suzy stared up at the ceiling, trying to hide her embarrassment as Cora touched her pussy lips and pulled them apart to examine her more fully. No one had examined her like that except her husband and her gynecologist. And neither of them had ever taken the time to inspect her so completely.
Did the other woman find her pretty down there? She had trimmed the dark bush that covered her lower belly into a rounded pouf of curls to intrigue her husband. But the effect of neatness diminished when her legs were spread. Then it could be seen how the dark hair thinned around the ridges of her cunt channel. The straggly curls of dark hair circled her cunt lips and stretched all the way to her ass-hole. She often wanted to shave those off, but it was an area she was afraid to touch with a razor.
And her inner lips were a constant disappointment, refusing to stay neatly tucked-like she imagined they should be-between the thick bulges of her outer labia. The least bit of excitement would cause their raggedy edges to protrude in an unsightly line that spoiled whatever beauty her genitals otherwise possessed.
She had no idea whether her pussy was unique. Or if this was a problem all women faced. She really knew nothing about other women's pussies.
"I'm ugly," she said.
"Ugly?" Cora gave her cunt a lazy caress. "What's ugly about you, darlin'? "
"Do I turn you on? I mean, really, Cora? Be honest with me."
"Turn me on isn't the words for it, woman! God, my panties are soaked from just thinking about it! I can't wait to fuck your pretty cunt."
A woman fucking another woman. Suzy giggled, feeling better. "And just how are you going to accomplish that?" she asked. She didn't even have a vague notion about how a woman would go about such a thing.
"Just watch me!" Cora wiggled her finger into Suzy's pussy. Suzy gasped and arched upward, trying to suck the digit in even deeper as it began pistoning in her wet chasm. Her nipples bulged thickly while her cunt muscles contracted around the plunging finger and made it slick with her juices.
"Ohhhh...that feels so nice! I never even imagined...."
Cora pulled her finger away from Suzy's juicy cunt and held it up. It glistened obscenely. Cora slipped it into her mouth and sucked it clean.
"Mmmmmm! Yummy!" She laughed. "You have a tasty cunny, honey."
"Gross!" muttered Suzy, wrinkling up her nose in distaste.
"You suck cocks, don't you."
"Yes...."
"And eat cum."
"Yes, but-"
"Then you really have to give this a try." Cora wiggled a finger into the gaping split once again, then pulled it back out and pressed it to Suzy's mouth. "There's no reason the guys should get all the good stuff."
Suzy found herself swallowing her own juices before she could protest. It was the first time she had ever tasted cunt cream before-her own, or anyone else's.
"My God, that is good!" she gurgled. And, for the first time, she began to wonder if her woman friend's cunt tasted the same.
Cora chuckled, then pressed her head between Suzy's knees. Her tongue flicked out and touched her moisture-lined pussy lips. Suzy's breathing quickened, and her belly fluttered with excitement.
"Oh, yes!" she moaned.
Cora took a deep breath, then attacked Suzy's pussy in earnest. The supine woman arched upward, pressing her pussy tightly to the hairdresser's mouth. Cora's tongue parted her cunt lips and stabbed her hole.
Her nostrils flared, and she inhaled deeply, thrilled by the erotic aroma she released-the personal odor from deep in Suzy's body leaking out to mix with the smell of her crotch sweat. She couldn't imagine a perfume more beautiful than the hot, horny scent of a woman in heat.
It was a joy Suzy was missing. As thrilling as it was to have another woman's tongue in her juicy slot, her pleasure wasn't complete. She had no idea what kind of thrill Cora was feeling. Yet, she wanted to experience it all!
"Turn around!" she begged, even as she pressed her crotch tighter to the hairdresser's blonde head. "I want you!"
Without interrupting her oral assault on Suzy's cunt, Cora wriggled her body around until her cunt was directly over Suzy's face. Her skirt draped over Suzy's reclining head like a dark tent.
With her vision cut off, Suzy found her other senses intensified. The heat captured in the folds of Cora's skirt seemed to be emanating from her cunt itself. And it had a sexy smell to it that mixed with the floral fragrances of her perfume and the soap she had used to bathe her legs.
Suzy pushed the skirt back over Cora's hips and stared up at her panties. A dark blotch spread from the crotch, staining the opaque whiteness.
Suzy reached up and gave them a hard yank. The material tore, and the panties ended up hanging in shreds from one thigh. But her pussy was bare.
Suzy gulped, staring.
It was beautiful. Her pussy hair was lush and lovely-a rich, shade of mahogany that was much darker than the sandycolored tresses that covered her head-and it curled nicely around each side of her split.
But her bulging cunt lips were clearly visible. And-oh, God!-that cute little thing peeking out the top had to be her clit!
Suzy stretched her tongue out and licked the tiny button.
Cora's hips shuttered and settled over Suzy's face. The obscene excitement was too much for Suzy. She turned off all conscious thought and just let her tongue echo the wonderful things that were happening between her own legs.
Following Cora's example, Suzy opened her mouth wide and engulfed as much of the woman's pussy as she could handle. Her tongue flicked rapidly, teasing the sensitive lips that were surely tingling as strongly as her own, and she slurped down the juices as they gushed from the hairdresser's pussy.
Oh, yes! They were luscious, too! And even more exciting to her taste than the juices from her own pussy.
"Ohhhhh!" she heard an impassioned groan. "Suck me! Eat me! God, Suzy, you're thrilling me to death!"
The sensations were coming fast and furious, now. The excitement of eating pussy was mixing somewhere in the depths of her belly with the excitement of having her pussy eaten. Her clit was beginning to buzz, and tiny spasms of pleasure had begun to race through her cunt. They were rapidly growing in intensity.
"I think I'm going to cum!" she shouted.
"Yes! Yes! Cum, babydoll! Shoot your womanly juices into my mouth and we'll cum together."
The excitement was too intense. Suzy no longer had control over her movements. Her head twisted and turned between the woman's legs, nibbling on her pussy lips, licking them, stoking them, stabbing inside her hot hole. And then, she just gave up and sucked the fat stub of her woman-friend's clit into her mouth. Cora returned the favor.
A shudder rocked Suzy's body, and she stiffened, arching upward and pointing her toes. And then, the excitement broke. Wave after wave of pleasure overwhelmed her senses. At the same time her mouth was flooded with the flavorful juices of Cora's released passion.
Suzy thought she was going to die-thought she had died...and gone to heaven.
It was a long while before consciousness returned. And then, she kicked herself mentally. How had she been so stupid, all these years, to think woman-to-woman sex would be no more satisfying than her vibrator?
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Labor Day. And the end of a perfect summer, Katy thought with a sigh. It was a summer she'd never forget. But now it was over, and next week she would be returning to Newport. Back to her real life, and her summer in the South would become nothing more than a "once upon a time" memory.
"Anybody for a swim?" Maggie called out.
The two families-Maggie and Randy, and Tom and Katy-were celebrating the last holiday of the summer together with a picnic beside the secluded swimming hole that joined their properties. The swimming hole where Katy had caught her first sight of her Adonis.
"We didn't bring suits," Katy's father responded from where he was working, firing up the grill to cook the burgers and wieners they had toted out into the woods.
Maggie tittered. "Whatsa matter, hon'? Afraid we'll shock the kids? My son's all grown up-but I'm not sure about your pretty daughter."
"No need to worry about Katy," Maggie's son chuckled. He was lying back on the grass, at ease, chewing on a long straw of grass. "She's been around the block a time or two."
"Why, you!" Katy sputtered, giving him a good-natured swat.
"Well, I don't know about y'all, but I'm going to jump right into that water!" Maggie tugged at the knot of her halter and it came apart, uncovering her breasts.
Katy's eyes widened at the sight of the woman's big tits. The huge, pendulous globes jiggled and shook as she moved, the nipples rosy and erect.
"Go ahead and join her, Daddy," Katy encouraged. "Randy and I will watch the fire."
"You talked me into it," said Tom, tearing at the buttons of his shirt as he eyed Maggie. "I suppose I could use a cooling dip."
"Hon', that water might warm up a tad when we get in it," the big-titted woman giggled as she stripped down her shorts and panties. The heavy sprinkling of curls that surrounded her cunt caught the sunlight. They were as golden as the hair on her head.
A moment later, Tom was naked, too. His spare build and firm muscle tone matched the woman's shapely, but sturdy, physique. His daughter's gaze moved to her father's long prick with its smooth, red, bullet-shaped tip and heavy-hanging scrotum. It wasn't quite as immense as Randy's, but it was just as attractive. In fact, Katy mused, the men were about equally matched. And both very good as lovers.
"Quite a pair, aren't they?" Randy said beside her. as they watched their parents run to the water and hit it together like a pair of cannonballs, sending a shock wave that lapped high up on the bank
"Actually, they make a nice couple," Katy responded.
Randy chuckled. "Kinda like us?"
"Kinda like that." Katy smiled, but her expression stiffened as he pulled open his shirt. His naked chest was covered with matted curls the same dark color as the hair on his head. She clutched her fingers, resisting the urge to run them through that lush mane of chest hair.
"Let's join them," he said, as he reached down to unzip his fly.
"The fire...." Katy protested, watching his fly widen enough to expose the thick, hairy root of his sex organ. Randy wasn't wearing any underwear.
Randy glanced at the crackling coals. "It'll be okay."
"If you say so," Katy said, as her fingers started working, releasing buttons, removing her brightly patterned top, and finally the culottes that had seemed so sensible for the warm Southern day. She hesitated for a moment when she was down to her bra and panties. Then they, too, were gone, and she was bounding down the hill, to leap into the water in a naked barrel roll, just as the others had done.
The water was cool and refreshing, and as she went completely under and came back up, it was as if all the troubles she had brought with her when she came to this place had disappeared. There was just now, this moment, these people, and this delightful place. As she stood, laughing, in waist-deep water to wipe her eyes dry, she was suddenly enveloped by a heavy spray raised by the others. She tried to splash back, but someone tugged at her ankles and pulled her under. She struggled and played, her bare body rubbing delightfully against other naked flesh.
"Race you to the other side," Randy challenged.
"You're on!"
They splashed their way across the water and pulled up on the opposite bank. Neither claimed the victory, both just being content to sit side-by-side, their naked bodies touching, with their feet dangling over the edge of the bank and the sun gleaming on their wet flesh. On the other side, Tom and Maggie left the water and headed toward the big tree she had hidden behind that day she had inadvertently spied on Randy and Cora. That seemed so long ago...as if it were in a different lifetime entirely.
Katy lay back on the grass to let the sun dry her off. Randy settled down beside her. For a little while longer, she could be content. At peace with the world.
She was about to drift off to sleep, when the rising sound of delicate gasps and heavy breathing began to overpower the delicate harmony of the birds and the bees. Katy pushed up on one elbow to look across the pond. Not quite far enough away to be out of sight, her father was humping between Maggie's spread legs. The woman's moans were becoming increasingly intense as their bodies rippled together.
"See, didn't I tell you?" said Randy. "They do make quite a pair."
"My God! My dad and your mother! Did you know about this?"
"I kinda suspected it."
"I had no idea!"
"I think it's kinda neat."
"Yeah...." She turned to him with a twinkle in her eye. "I hear your mom's a pretty good fuck."
"Who told you that?" he asked, eyeing her questioningly.
"Oh, a little bird," she teased. He broke into a grin. "Yeah, she is." Katy chuckled. "So's my dad."
They turned and looked at each other, then they both laughed.
Sobering, his dark eyes held hers for a moment. Then her gaze trailed downward, past the thicket of curls that covered his chest to the thicker mass of dark hair at his loins. His penis was long and thick and draped lazily over his thigh. The glans looked soft and velvety, her interest causing the tip to twitch.
"So," he whispered, "you've been fucking your dad. Who do you prefer? Him or me?"
"You want me to be totally honest?"
"Totally."
"All right." She dropped her hand over the end of his dick and felt its warmth. "I think you have a lovely prick." Then, she pressed her hand to his chest, her palm light and warm over his heart. "And I think you've got the sexiest looking chest I've ever seen," she said, trailing her fingers through his chest hair.
"That's not an answer."
"Is this?"
She pressed closer, her mouth tilted toward his. He gave up and pulled her to him, kissing her lips. His hand skimmed over her belly, his fingers moving downward to tug at the curled tendrils of her pubic hair. One finger slipped between her legs and stretched along the hairy mouth of her cunt. Her sex lips cuddled it snugly.
Kissing her neck, he whispered, "I love the way you're so totally female."
His words weren't quite the ones she longed to her. It was an honest compliment when she yearned to hear expressions of love. But it was just as well. They would be parting soon, and there was no need to complicate that. They were just two healthy people hungry for each other, nothing more. Allowing herself the same freedoms he was taking, she reached between them and wrapped her hand around the supple length of his prick.
"I like you, too," she whispered truly.
His lips found her nipples, and they began to tingle. Her breasts felt swollen. The tip of the finger between her legs dipped into her interior to find her wet. It came back out and rubbed the slippery juices over the inflated bud of her clitoris.
She caught her breath.
"Are you excited?"
"Yes."
"How excited."
"Very...."
He stroked her faster. Desire welled up within her. A shudder shook her body as he brought her close to a climax. A brief moment later, her belly heaved and her hips jerked against his hand. She cried aloud as an explosion brought a warmth to her loins. He cradled her body and kissed her, then laid her back on the grass as her senses recovered from their quiet ecstasy.
"I guess I owe you one," she said with a smile.
"I'll collect later."
"Later?" Her disappointment showed.
"My condoms are safe and dry in my pants pocket on the other side of this damned pond."
"Oh, God," she moaned.
"Wanna risk it?"
"What if I get pregnant?"
"Then I guess I'd just have to marry you."
His joking words were so close to her thoughts that it gave her a giddy feeling inside.
"A fate worse than death?" Her fingers reached down and found his rampant organ. He was as anxious for her as she was for him. His maleness was huge, overwhelming, the wiry curls brushing the back of her wrist, the heavy testicles rubbing against her knuckles, the long, hard shaft throbbing in her fist. "I won't hold you to that," she whispered, as she pulled the tip close, working the head into her slippery heat, then settled it firmly in the mouth of her soppy vagina. "Make love to me."
He made a slight movement and his prick entered her. She closed her eyes and held her breath as his cock sank fully into her warmth. Her thighs wiggled into the grass, pinned firmly to the ground by his plummeting weight.
She knew she should feel like a whore. The things she had done this summer had been so brazenly wicked. She had indulged her passions to the fullest. Male... female...and she had fallen in love.
She was no longer the Katy she used to be. She no longer had any inhibitions at all. She had given in to her senses, and she had become a complete slave to her sexuality. She would never, ever be able to go back to being the woman she was before.
Her juices were flowing copiously, and their organs squished an erotic accompaniment as he churned within her. The orgasm he had already given her had done nothing more than whet her appetite. She squeezed her own breasts and teased her nipples while grinding her hips around the marauding staff of his manhood.
His stiff prick stroked steadily, stoking the fire in her belly and raising her excitement to a heated intensity. The slick shaft rubbed against the tip of her clitoris, making it taut and tense, until it ached for release.
"Oh Randy...."
He gasped, his own excitement evident as his hairy buttocks bobbed up and down, his thick dick plunging rapidly in and out of her soppy socket. A contraction began deep in her belly, and her pussy tightened around the shaft of his prick and squeezed its swollen knob. His hands gripped her hips, his strong fingers pulling her clasping sex more tightly to him. Then, with a sudden hoarse cry, he rammed forward and began cumming within her. The warm jets of sperm started her own paroxysms of pleasure.
She felt calm, later, as she lay resting with her head nested in the hollow of his shoulder and her fingers combing gently through the hair on his chest. She really didn't want to leave this man. But then, as her eyes focused on the sleeping bulk of his penis, still wet with their mixed juices, she realized it didn't really matter. A tear came to her eye as she realized they hadn't made love; they'd only had sex, sharing themselves for a few precious minutes. Nothing momentous; nothing earth-shattering. Although it had seemed that for a single brief moment.
She wiped the moisture from her eye with the back of her hand, then stretched upward and kissed him tenderly on the lips.
"I have something for you," he said softly. Taking her hand in his, he slipped a tiny ring on her finger that he had fashioned out of a blade of grass. "This is for you."
"Thank you," she whispered, staring down at her ring finger and the green band that decorated it. Tears began to well up again in her eyes. She pulled away and slipped off the bank and into the water.
An hour later, they were all enjoying the picnic lunch they had brought with them into the woods. They had dressed again, simply, the men still bare-chested while the women had both put back on their tops.
"Hey, girl!" Randy's voice barked. "Hand me those fuckin' wieners!"
"Who, me?" asked Katy.
"Who else?"
She tossed him a package of hot dogs. "I'm a woman, not a girl."
He gave her a leering grin. "Yeah, I noticed that a while ago."
"That's the way, hon," Maggie encouraged. "Stand right up to him."
"Oh, Randy's just joshing."
"That may be so. But here in the South, we believe a lady deserves respect. And that's the way I brought my son up." I
"Well, you've done a great job, Maggie," Katy said, regarding the other woman warmly. "Your son has never shown me anything but respect."
Randy had come up behind her and he was holding her hands behind her back while he nibbled at her neck. The intimacy right before his mother embarrassed Katy, and she tried to draw her hands away. But he held them tight.
"Randy!" she protested.
"Why don't you show her the ring I gave you?" he whispered in her ear.
"The ring? Oh, you mean that." Randy released her hand and she smiled as she held it out to show Maggie and her father. "Look at what Randy gave me."
"Honey! Oh that's wonderful!"
"Congratulations!" her father said, beaming warmly.
Puzzled by their reactions, Katy looked down at her finger. The green band she had expected to see was no longer there. In its place gleamed the most beautiful diamond Katy had ever seen in her life.
"Oh! My God!" Katy pressed a hand to her heart as it skipped a beat. Randy had to grab her to keep her from falling. "Oh, my God, does this"-she sputtered-"does this mean-is this, I mean, what-"
Randy squeezed her tight in an embrace.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she exclaimed excitedly. "Yes, Randy, yes!"
Late that night, Maggie lay quietly in Tom's arms. He was in her bed, for the first time. He would spend the whole night, there. And maybe even the next. There was no need for secrecy anymore.
He had abandoned his own house to Katy and Randy. Now that they were going to get married, they deserved their privacy. He wasn't jealous of Randy, or even envious. He and Katy had shared a time together when they needed each other. But now she had Randy, and his shoulders were broad enough to carry her.
And he was content.
He could feel the warmth from Maggie's naked body beside him. He reached over and took her hand. "Aren't you tired, hon?" she whispered to him.
"No."
"Neither am I." Her hand glided over the hair on his chest and belly and her fingers settled around the thick base of his cock. He had been aroused, earlier, but as they had talked in the darkness his organ had grown soft and spongy. But she could feel its warmth and the pulsing of the blood just below the quiescent surface.
"Thinking about the kids, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"So am I."
"Do you think they'll be happy?"
"Sure they'll be happy. Katy's got Randy wrapped around her little finger already. He adores her."
"It'll be quite a change for her."
"Not really, Tom. She's been changing all summer. I've watched her."
"I suppose you're right."
"And they love each other. I saw it in their eyes long before they knew it themselves."
"You can see things in people's eyes."
"Any mother can."
He leaned over her. His bulk was only a shape in the darkness, but his eyes reflected just a glint of light. "Can you see things in my eyes?"
"Yes," she said, quietly. "I can see things there, too."
"like... what?"
"That's for you to tell me, Tom."
He was quiet for a long time. But, then, he said, "Maggie, I was wondering if you'd even consider marrying me?"
"I'd consider it," she replied practically, her heart thumping. "But I get along quite well. The last thing I need in my life is another man."
"Oh."
The silence stretched again, longer this time.
"Maggie...would it make any difference if I said that I love you?"
"Hon," she said gleefully. "That would make all the difference in the world."
She kissed him while her fingers curled around the shaft and gently massaged it back to hardness. Her own breath quickened as the tubular muscle filled with life and the bumps and the ridges came into prominence. Then his fingers were competing with hers, and he stretched a condom over his hardness.
They rolled over together and he slipped easily inside her. His penis stretched her vagina, and she gripped him with her legs. The day's earlier passion had extended his endurance, and he rode her for the longest while. Afterwards, he fell asleep straddling her body, with his prick still cuddled inside her.
Time passed before she joined him in slumber.
In another bed, scarcely a quarter mile away, her future daughter-in-law was lying, still awake, with her head nestled on her lover's chest while the low, rasping sounds of his snores soothed her. Would she always find those sounds so gently satisfying? Or would the day come when she would find them a source of irritation?
Who knew the future?
Who could have ever guessed the course her life would take when she picked up the phone less than six months ago to call the father she had never met.
But, for now, it was a dream. A dream come true. This day had been a day like none other for her; a day full of sensual pleasures as well as emotional delights. A day she didn't really want to end. Not ever.
It was as if Providence had been looking out for her. For the first time in her life Katy wondered if God might be a woman.
