"You can't be Kelley," he said. "Not my baby sister!"
His smoke gray eyes seared into her like lasers and Kelley felt herself melt in her Mary Janes.
She blushed crimson and stammered, "Y-Yes, it's me, Travis!"
He flashed her a dazzling grin and his strong arms embraced her like steel vises, lifting the gorgeous blonde teenager off the ground.
She was breathless when her older brother set her down on the ground once more. He stared over her head into the interior of the house.
"Is Mom home, kid?" Travis drawled, shifting his duffel bag from one browned hand to the other.
"She's out shopping with Warren," Kelley told him shyly. "She'll be home soon, Travis. Come on in! We've got a room all ready for you."
The brother and sister were both a little awkward with one another. Six years had passed since they had last seen one another. Six long years during which each of them had done a lot of growing up.
Travis had been in Vietnam. Kelley had blossomed out of gangly adolescence into the full bloom of young, voluptuous womanhood.
Both Travis and Kelley were shocked and intrigued by how much they had changed. But as they sat in the living-room chatting, they gradually grew more comfortable with one another.
A subtle, electric current generated between them, and Kelley squirmed in the chintz-covered easy chair as she felt her older brother's appreciative eyes rake over her with unabashed interest.
She was disturbed by the feelings she was experiencing. Travis was quite simply the sexiest young man she had ever seen, and there was no sense in denying the fact. And she was guiltily pleased by the knowledge that she was quite a knock-out herself. Petite and leggy, the eighteen year old platinum blonde minx stopped traffic when she walked down the street, and frequently she had to fight off the wolves with both hands.
That afternoon, she looked particularly ravishing in a skimpy red miniskirt and a pink tube top which hugged and lifted the firm, perky peaks of her breasts. Her silky, ash-streaked hair spilled to her elbows, draping over slender sun-browned shoulders.
She had an oval face with wide, innocent, long-lashed china blue eyes, a tiny retrousse nose and full rosebud lips. Her pink cheeks dimpled delightfully when she smiled.
In spite of himself, Travis felt a stirring of desire in his loins as he slouched on the sofa and gulped Budweiser from a can. He knew he'd made an impression on his kid sister, and though he knew it was wrong, he was actually toying with the idea of putting the make on her.
Shit, she was a living doll! Four years in Nam had hardened him more than a little. Four years of blood-shed and mayhem had turned his concepts of morality and decency topsy turvy....
He impatiently shook off thoughts of Nam and asked, "So, tell me about this guy Mom's shacked up with."
Kelley flushed and said in a low voice, "Warren and Mom are married, Travis."
He detected a note of reproval in her voice and grinned laconically. "Oh, don't worry, kid, I'm not about to stir things up here. Though I'm sure you get a lot of flack about having a step-dad who's a ... black man."
Kelley sighed. It had been difficult. Very difficult. In Amber Springs, Alabama, the idea of a black man marrying a white woman was unheard of. Sonya Petersen, a voluptuous divorcee who had moved to Alabama from Florida and worked as a cocktail waitress at a local club, had broken the biggest taboo of the Deep South. Kelley was ostracized and insulted by her friends, anonymous people made threatening and obscene phone calls to their home, young toughs broke their windows and painted "Nigger Lover" on the sidewalk in front of their house on Oleander Avenue....
But by far the worst thing was what had happened between Kelley and her new step-father. From day one, Kelley had an uneasy awareness that the hulking black stud looked at her hungrily, with lust in his dark eyes. And she too had felt a stirring of passion when she watched him strut around the house in his BVDs.
Things had come to a head three weeks earlier when Sonya was out of town, visiting a sick aunt in Mobile. Now, as Kelley chatted with her brother, the memory of that momentous afternoon forced itself into her consciousness, and she found herself getting all hot and bothered as mingled feelings of guilt, excitement and uncontrollable desire flooded through her....
* * * * *
"Come over here a moment, baby!" Warren Douglass' husky voice rang out.
Kelley gulped, standing awkwardly in the hallway and peering into her stepfather's room. Her heart pounded in her chest like a sledgehammer. Her rounded blue eyes were fixed on Warren Douglass' brawny black body; she slowly walked into the room, drawn to him like iron to a magnet.
He was sprawled across the bed, staring at her with blood-shot, hungry eyes. He wore nothing but soiled BVDs which tented around the solid, throbbing log of his manhood, lifting the elastic away from his washboard belly. On the bedside table stood several empty bottles of beer and Warren clutched an almost empty bottle in one paw-like fist.
His other hand was locked behind his woolly head. Soft light escaping through the partially drawn blinds cast honeyed bars of light across his mahogany-colored, muscular physique. "You look beautiful, Kelley, baby," Warren muttered huskily. "Real fuckin' beautiful...."
Kelley's head was whirling. She couldn't believe this was happening....
But he was like that, when he drank. A raw, animalistic quality came over the brawny black man who had swept her mother off her feet.
Sometimes, she heard him and Sonya fighting in the other room, and there was fear in her mother's voice. And then she would hear moans and cries and whimpers and the sounds of creaking bed springs....
"Sit here, sugar," he hissed, patting the mattress, and she obeyed silently, trembling slightly, fully aware that what was happening was not right, but completely unable to control herself. She felt as though he had taken control of her will, and she gave a choked whimper as he sat up and ran his hands feverishly up and down her body.
"So pretty! So sweet and pretty!" he muttered hoarsely, covering the full, moulded peaks of her breasts in his huge hands, kneading them through the soft pale blue fabric of her summer dress. She bit her lower lip, half-closing her eyes as a surge of pleasure burned through her tits. Her nipples swelled and chafed against the cotton as Warren ground the heels of his hands against them. "Oh, W-Warren, we ... we shouldn't be doing this," she gasped.
But she did not resist as his marauding hands tugged her dress up around her waist. Her well-shaped legs draped over the side of the bed, and between them, the damp vortex of her sex was framed by a flimsy triangle of pink silk.
He had the radio on, and the raspy voice of Bruce Springsteen pulsed through her like a sensation as Warren's rough fingers scraped along the insides of her thighs and hooked in the elastic of her panties. He drew them down and off and Kelley felt dizzy, leaning slowly back till she was sprawled on the bed beside him. Warren crouched next to her, and the lump in his shorts was even huger now. She could see a damp spot expanding in the constricted cotton, and a line of dark, kinky pubes escaped over the waistband of his BVDs.
"I've had the hots for you, baby, ever since I first moved in here," Warren panted, crawling between her legs, his dark eyes burning hungrily into her crotch. "Yeah, every time I fucked your mother, I thought of you, squirming in your bed down the hall."
He sucked in his breath as he examined the pulpy petals of her pussy. A soft tuft of honey blonde hair crested the hot, slick slit. The silken lips were bloated and parted; he could see the taut, quivering clove of her love bud.
Jesus, she was hot. He was ready to shoot his wad in his shorts. He gripped her knees and pushed her legs apart, watching the lips of her twat gape open, revealing the tender jewels of her inner vagina.
"Aaaaaaah!" Kelley sobbed, her fingers raking into the sheets, her back arching as her step-father's hot, boozy breath tantalized the sensitive flesh of her young cunt.
Warren growled, the hot, sweet scent of girl crotch making his balls tighten with sex heat. He scraped his thumbs up and down the spread lips of her labia and watched her squirm, her face flushed, her cascading golden tresses fanning across the pillow, her eyes closed....
He pinched hold of her pussy lips and pulled them wide apart. The hot pink opening to her fuck passage spasmed open and closed, glistening and satin-soft, beckoning him to continue. "Hot white pussy, man ... " he whispered hoarsely, trembling with desire.
Warren plunged his face between Kelley's silken thighs. She uttered a choked scream, tossing her head wildly as his long, warm tongue snaked out and slithered hungrily up and down her warm slit. Unbelievably intense waves of pleasure washed through her, scorching the center of her being. Her pussy convulsed, bloating with excitement, leaking with copious love juice which painted his probing tongue.
"Oh y-yes! Oh, God, YES!" she panted, and it was a voice unknown to her, the voice of a woman torn with passion.
All the pent-up sexual fantasies she had repressed till now came flooding to the surface of her consciousness. For the first time in her eighteen years, Kelley Petersen released the slut within her....
He sucked her pussy, growling with pleasure as he tasted the tangy honey of her juices, his dexterous tongue darting rapidly in and out of her slick, grasping cunt hole. Warren washed his taster up to the stiff bud of her clitoris and strummed it, fluttering his tongue tip with hummingbird swiftness.
Kelley's baby blue eyes opened wide. She gave a strangled scream, arching her back frantically, white hot ecstasy rippling through her loins. She grabbed frantically at his head, her fingers raking through the tight, woolly helmet of his black, kinky hair. She scissored her tan legs around his thick, bull-like neck, bucking upward with her hips, her body alive with primal rapture as he licked and sucked her aching, gushing snatch.
"Yeah, you like that, don't you, slut?" Warren panted, grinning wolfishly as he lifted his dark face from between her thighs, staring up at her with smoldering lust in his eyes. The lower part of his face glistening with her nectar. He pushed two thick fingers against the buttery folds of her labia, spreading them easily, pumping them up slowly inside of her.
"Ooooooh, G-God, Warren, p-please, don't stop!" Kelley sobbed, bucking and panting with delirious pleasure. She was a prisoner now, a prisoner to dark, forbidden hungers which raged within her, a prisoner to this hulking, black brute who had already enslaved her mother with his dusky virility.
Warren twisted his fingers in the wet, hot pouch of his step-daughter's cunt. He pumped them in and out of her, spreading the digits apart, testing the elasticity of her squirming sex. His gut tightened with lust. With his free hand, Warren lifted the elastic of his shorts over his throbbing cock, letting the BVDs snap up beneath his heavy-hanging balls.
His bull-dick whipped up against his rippling belly, stiff as a poker, leaking a trickle of pre-come. He pulled his fingers out of her with a moist squelching sound and pushed her dress up around her armpits, letting the milky globes of her breasts spring free.
"Nice titties ... Nice white titties ... " he muttered, digging his brown fingers into the soft, spongy mounds, kneading them hard, feeling her ripe pink nipples scrape against his palms. He encircled her tits in his hands, lifting them high. He bent to lick the pebbly halos. Kelley whimpered in delight as his hot, thick lips latched around each perky nub, milking at them till her nipples were fat as raisins and swollen with sensitivity.
All at once, he rose to his knees, panting hard. Warren's muscular chest glistened with a sheen of sweat like polished wood, heaving as the breath blasted from his flaring nostrils.
"Oh, L-Lord!" Kelley gasped, her eyes widening as she stared at his thick cock for the first time, It erupted from a sweat-soaked thatch of pubes, knifing into the air like a club, ropy with lust-thickened veins. The fat, purplish knob was big as a child's bunched fist, and Kelley wondered if her lily white fingers could fit around the thick, iron-hard shaft. She would soon have an opportunity of finding out....
"Yeah, you like this big black meat, honey?" he growled, sliding his fingers up and down the twitching shaft, waving it before her wide blue eyes.
Kelley gulped, trembling with shock and trepidation. She was no virgin. She had lost her cherry to Jason Rutman, the big jock at Amber Springs High, on the night of the senior prom. It had been painful and unpleasant and she had never repeated the experience.
But now, as her lusty black stepfather waved his throbbing dick invitingly, Kelley felt the full, molten power of feminine desire blazing within her. Drawn by a force over which she had no control, the blonde beauty reached out, running her hands up Warren's strong black legs to his thighs.
Warren let go of his prong and it slapped up masterfully against his rippling belly. He groaned in delight as the luscious lass closed her soft fingers around his stiff tool.
Kelley purred in pleasure, stroking it ever so gently, awed by its size and texture. It was like a thick log of iron encased in slick black silk. The hot musk of his sweaty loins burned in her nostrils like a potent aphrodisiac and she felt her pussy lips contract and quiver with desire.
Bending down, mesmerized by the pulsating member which loomed before her, Kelley brushed her lips over the fat, juicy knob. Warren gave a guttural cry of pleasure as the girl's wet tongue explored the knob of his cock. "Oh, y-yeah, baby, lick that pecker! Lick it GOOD! MMMMMM!"
Kelley fanned her satiny tongue in expanding circles over the spongy cock-head, savoring the tang of his pre-come, moaning as she spread her lips around the mushroom cap. Her jaws yawned wide, straining painfully as she forced the big meat into her hungry mouth. Wild need pierced through her as she started to suck.
Her pink cheeks hollowed as she milked at the first couple of inches of her black step-father's horse-meat. She felt the cock pulsate against her curled tongue. Slowly, she munched her way down the stalk, taking care not to let her teeth scrape the sensitive dick-flesh.
Kelley hummed in bitch pleasure, sliding her hands around the slick, compact cheeks of Warren's black ass, feeling them flex against her palms as she sucked his huge cock.
"Awwww, honey, you suck dick good! REAL good! Damn, that's fine!" Warren panted happily. He raked his thick, calloused fingers through the tumbling tresses of her thick blonde hair, gripping the back of Kelley's head.
Tensing his buns, he hunched back and forth, grunting as he fed the blonde slut his sex-tool. Kelley choked suddenly as the beefy knob jammed into her throat, cutting off her oxygen and bringing tears to her eyes.
She tried to back off but the black stud's powerful hands tightened around her head and he heaved forward hard.
"Swallow it, bitch! Swallow that big, fat dick!" he ordered hoarsely.
Kelley's eyes bulged and she gagged as she felt her tender throat gape around the plunging, throbbing dick. It stroked down her gullet, plunging deeper and deeper till her soft, circled lips mashed into his sweaty pubes. Warren's huge black nuts slapped against her chin and she gurgled and struggled feebly, growing light-headed from lack of oxygen.
She had her stepfather's ten inch cock rammed to the hilt in her throat! And she loved it! But she couldn't breathe....
Warren eased back, his dick popping out of her throat long enough for the young girl to inhale some air through her nose, and then he fed her his juicy joint once more. "Yeah, deep-throat that big dick, girl! Uh huh! Swallow it! Awwww, h-honey, that feels so fuckin' GOOD! Take it! Take it, bitch! UNNGH!" he grunted, roughly pushing her up and down on his dick, pumping it rapidly back and forth between her full red lips.
Kelley slurped and sucked, going wild with sluttish delight, uttering muffled moans of pleasure as she milked at his black meat. She cupped her full, creamy breasts and caressed them, plucking and twisting at her fat, raspberry-stained nipples, heaving and squirming on the bed.
Her twat was wet and hot, spasming with wanton need. Her fingers glided down the smooth plane of her belly and stroked and brushed over the pulpy fruit of her lust-engorged twat.
Warren hunched back, letting go of her head, and his horse-meat popped from between her lips, jerking in the air at an angle, gleaming with spit. His eyes were dark and dangerous as he stared down at her, panting hard. "Now, baby, this nigger stud's gonna fuck you good!" he said, and his voice seared through her like an electric current....
CHAPTER TWO
"You ever been fucked before, Kelley baby?" Warren Douglass whispered, his dark face looming above her.
She nodded and gasped shakily, "P-Please, Warren, be gentle!"
"Don't worry, baby," he muttered. "I'll take it nice and slow."
He nudged her legs apart with his knees. He propped himself up with one hand and groped between their bodies with the other, fisting his stiff, wet tool.
Kelley shuddered as her stepfather slapped his sturdy dick up and down on the hot, spread lips of her cunt. The turgid knob brushed over the tender bud of her clit and a shock-wave of pleasure ripped through her. She cried out softly, instinctively throwing her legs wider apart. Her heart thudded wildly in her chest; she gripped convulsively at the crumpled bed sheets.
"Yeah, honey, you're hot for it! Hot and wet!" he observed, rubbing the blunt tip of his dick against her labia.
He eased forward, and Kelley closed her eyes, choking on a sob as she felt herself slowly expand. The walls of her slick, tight cunt stretched around the blunt, knob of his dick, and she felt a brief spasm of pain as he thrust into her suddenly.
"Awww, b-baby, so fuckin' beautiful ... " Warren croaked as the hot, quivering glove of flesh squirmed around his dick. He pumped forward, groaning as his prick stroked slowly into the succulent tunnel, sliding up to the hilt. Their bellies ground together ... Kelley gave a low scream as the huge meat banged against her cervix, stretching her pink pussy more than it had ever been stretched before.
"Jesus, you're tight!" Warren hissed, tonguing her ear. He lowered his big, sweaty body on top of her, crushing her aching breasts. Warren's hands slipped beneath her, clenching the creamy globes of Kelley's buns.
She sobbed as he heaved on top of her, stirring his big tool in the sucking pouch of her sex. "Yeah, milk it, honey!
Milk your stepdad's big dick! MMMMM! That feels so nice! Feel it pumpin' you deep, Kelley, baby!" Warren whispered.
The heady aroma of his body was like a tonic, driving her wild as she writhed beneath the black man, a slave to dark, forbidden desires. Kelley ran her hands feverishly up and down his broad slippery back, feeling the heavy play of muscles beneath his ebony skin. His thick lips sought her own and they kissed hungrily, tangling tongues.
Instinctively, Kelley looped her legs around his narrow middle, hooking her feet together, her heels digging into the small of Warren's back. He pumped in and out of her, his dick sliding deep in her slippery cunt in slow, powerful strokes. Each time his black cock speared her pussy, stroking the stretched walls of her vagina, a dark vibration of erotic heat glided through her body, setting her nerve endings on fire, and she gasped and cried out in breathless ecstasy.
Kelley writhed frantically beneath him, bucking upward with her hips, gladly impaling herself again and again on Warren Douglass' manhood.
Her nails scraped across his sweaty back, and Warren heaved his torso off of her, staring into her eyes as he fucked her harder now. He heaved back till only the spongy knob of his cock was enclosed by her pussy lips and then rammed to the balls inside her once more.
Kelley's lithe, smooth body shuddered and bucked as he fucked her ... Warren liked the way the pointy spheres of her breasts wobbled and bounced each time he drove his dick deep in her tight twat.
"Yeah, baby, you're just like your mother!" Warren grinned. "You need it bad, don't ya? Uh huh! You hot white sluts love this black dude's big, hard cock!"
He was pounding into her with brute force now, nearly knocking the air from her lungs as he stroked his cock deep in her cunt. Her gaping pussy made wet squelching sounds as it sucked at the stiff meat which pumped into it. "Aaaaah! Y-Yes! Fuck me! F-Fuck me!" she heard herself gasping, as if from far away.
The fire within her was growing more intense. The flames seared through her each time his heavy prick jammed into her. There was even more pain as she squirmed beneath him.
Something seemed to snap at the quick of her being. Kelley's baby blue eyes opened wide and she gave a strangled scream, arching her back. Her nails dug into Warren's black flesh and she bucked upward wildly as she climaxed. Spasms of rapture seared her senses, and her cunt milked urgently at the big black dick which continued to relentlessly slam into her.
"Yeah! Yeah, baby, I feel you coming! Take it! Take this big black dick, slut! UNNNGH!" Warren panted, pounding into her fast and hard, greedily watching the expressions of sheer, wanton delight which flickered across her beautiful face.
He pulled out of her abruptly, getting up on his knees.
Dazed by the explosive orgasm, Kelley lay gasping on the bed, her vision slowly clearing. She stared up at him through heavy lids. He loomed above her like a black god, glistening with sweat, his sturdy cock jerking in mid-air, dripping with her juices, turgid with lust.
"Roll over, Kelley, honey!" he rasped hoarsely, licking his thick lips.
She felt too soft, too meek, too sated with sex to even question his command. She was his now. She belonged to this powerful man who had driven her to such incredible heights of ecstasy.
Getting fucked by that uncouth quarterback in the back seat of his battered Pontiac had been nothing like this. Not even close.
She whimpered softly as she sprawled belly down on the crumpled bed sheets, resting a flushed cheek on her folded arms. Every inch of her flesh seemed to blaze with hypersensitivity. She was a mass of raw nerve endings. Her swollen nipples ached as they chafed against the bed linen.
She felt him scramble up between her splayed legs. She felt her stepfather's strong hands glide up the backs of her legs and cover the full, rounded cheeks of her buns. She felt his calloused thumbs dig into her moist ass crack and peel her buttocks apart.
Warren gave a low moan of excitement, his dark eyes blazing with animal lust as he stared at the tiny rosebud of his stepdaughter's anus. It glistened with a droplet of moisture, coyly winking open and closed as Kelley squirmed on the bed.
Warren's big black prick jumped with aggressive need. His musky balls were bloated with a heavy, smoldering load. He had held off till now. This was what he liked more than anything. Tight asshole. Tight, sweet, white bitch ass-hole....
He gripped Kelley firmly by the waist and fisted his dong, slapping against her slick crack. He pushed it between the milk white globes of flesh and growled in excitement as he felt the heat of her puckered ass-hole against his slick dick-head.
"Yeah, baby, now I'm gonna get what I really like!" he muttered. He gave a low grunt, tensing his muscles and snapping his lower body forward hard. For a brief moment, the innocent ass-hole resisted the brutal phallic assault.
But then, taken by surprise, it passively spread around the slick, thrusting tool, spreading into an outrageous "O" as Warren's huge cock plunged deep in the hot, buttery tunnel of Kelley's virgin ass.
Kelley's head jerked back and she screamed, her nails raking across the bed sheets. Unexpected pain seared through her dick-engorged rectum. "OOOOWWWW! W-What are you DOING?" she shrieked, bucking weakly.
But he held her down, his cruel fingers gripping her tightly by the waist as he churned his long, thick tool deep in her steamy ass. "Easy! Easy, baby! It's gonna feel good! Real good! Just relax!" he panted.
He began to sodomize her, his black ass humping back and forth. His dick jammed deep in her belly and then backed almost all the way out. His sweaty black thighs slapped rhythmically against her buns. His heavy testicles slapped up against her hot, wet pussy.
Kelley uttered short, broken cries of protest as sharp pains continued to accompany his lusty thrusts, but already, she was experiencing a change. Something was happening inside of her, something incredible. A dark, primitive heat was expanding deep in her bowels. Her legs felt like jelly. Her heart was pounding ... her head whirled. She bit her lower lip and winced, choking back a sob as the tears filled her eyes. He was fucking her ASS! She had never dreamed of a man doing that to her before! It was humiliating! It was unnatural! But, God, it was starting to feel good!
"Ooh! OOOOH! N-Nooo!" she gasped, her body jerking forward each time his hard thighs slapped against her buns.
"Yeah! Take it, slut! Take my big dick up your hot fuckin' ASS!" Warren panted, rolling his hips and twitching his joint in her steamy ass.
He slapped the upturned half moons of her buns, digging his fingers deeply into the flesh, leaving red marks. He kneaded her buns as he stroked in and out of her.
Spreading her ass cheeks wide and watching as his stiff cock stretched her hot ass-hole, Warren rammed into Kelley hard and fast. He groaned in pleasure as she wiggled and whimpered with pleasure.
Damn, the slut had a hot ass! It felt like a steamy velvet glove, gripping at his lust-heated joint, stroking it hungrily.
Warren's low-hanging, scum-bloated balls were tightening as they slapped up against Kelley's dripping snatch. Kelley was up on her knees now, poking her butt in the air, pushing back to meet his savage thrusts.
Her big tits were flattened against the mattress; her flushed face was camouflaged by a mass of blonde hair. She panted and cried out with degenerate delight as the dark pleasure spread from her cock-stuffed butt to her tingling snatch.
She fingered her crotch, rolling the tip of her finger rapidly over the slick, erect bud of her clitoris. The combined sensations of stimulating her sopping twat and getting fucked up the ass were becoming almost unbearably intense. "AAAAAH!! Y-YEEEEES!! F-Fuck me, you bastard, FUCK MY ASS!" she shrieked, bucking wildly.
The bed springs were creaking and groaning in protest as the hulking black stud pumped his horse-meat up his stepdaughter's tight ass as hard and fast as he could.
"Oooh, G-GOD, I'M C-CUUUUUMING! AAAAAAAAH!! " Kelley screamed, tears of joy staining her heated cheeks.
"J-Jesus!" Warren grunted through clenched teeth as he felt her hot sphincter muscle clench greedily around his stroking tool, nearly sucking the load right out of his balls. He leaned into the shuddering, coming girl, holding his stiff meat deep in her bowels while Kelley panted and squirmed beneath him. "Yeah, slut, this black stud makes you feel real, real good, huh?" Warren leered, backing out of her abruptly.
His cock slapped slickly against his rippling stomach muscles, looking huge and bloated, latticed with a network of purplish veins. He growled, scrambling forward till he knelt beside Kelley's head. Warren pushed her over on her back and gripped a thick handful of Kelley's golden hair, jerking her panting face towards his pulsating member. "I'm gonna squirt my load in your pretty face, slut!" he rasped hoarsely, "yeah, this is what your Mamma likes me to do after I fuck her ass good! Uh huh! Lick it, baby! Lick this big black meat! Make your stepdaddy shoot his load, slut! Oh, baby, y-yeah!"
Kelley was fluttering her tongue tip over the fat, bloated head of his cock as Warren pounded his pecker urgently, slapping and rubbing it against her lovely face. His big balls tightened. Savage pleasure knifed through his loins. He jerked her head back, squeezing his horse-meat tightly as he aimed it at Kelley's panting face. "Take it, slut ... AAAAAWWWWWW!H"
His black dick exploded in his pumping fingers.
She yawned her mouth wide, greedily extending her tongue as hot gobs of scum squirted into her face. She purred in pleasure as she savored the hot, tangy juice which sprayed from his balls into her mouth.
"D-Damn, you white sluts sure know how to make a guy feel good!" Warren gasped weakly as Kelley leaned forward and lovingly licked his balls clean. She purred happily, feeling like a total slut for the first time in her life. And what's more, she absolutely loved the feeling!
CHAPTER THREE
"Penny for your thoughts, little sister!"
Travis' husky voice interrupted Kelley's illicit memory flow and she jumped, feeling guilty and flustered. "Uh, n-nothing, Travis, nothing at all!" she stammered, smiling weakly.
Travis stretched, locking his hands over the top of his head as he yawned. "Awful hot today, ain't it, Sis?" he drawled casually.
"Why, yes it is," Kelley concurred, getting up quickly. "Let me turn on the fan. Then we'll be much more comfortable." She was walking by him towards the fan on a table by the bay window which offered a beautiful view of the garden.
"Do you know how beautiful you are, Kelley?" Travis said quietly, grasping her wrist and pulling her to his chair. His fingers felt like steel vises around her wrist. Kelley gasped, for she saw a huge bulge creasing the inner leg of his tight white trousers.
Those gray eyes were like chinks of stormy sky, beckoning her with a silent message she could not fail to understood. She trembled as she stood next to him, staring down at the brother she had always been devoted to, whose graduation picture adorned her vanity table, over whom she had wept in fear every time a story about soldiers being killed in Viet Nam was shown on the TV
Bathed in soft, dusty light, Travis Petersen looked devastatingly handsome that sultry afternoon. He read the worship in his kid sister's baby blue eyes, and incestuous lust reared within him, filling him with a sense of aggressive power.
He wore a tank top tee shirt which looked two sizes too small, hugging the hard, copper-toned "V" of his powerfully built torso. His shoulders were broad, and his biceps bulged becomingly beneath tawny flesh. A tattoo of a mermaid danced on each bicep as he flexed them.
His well-developed pecs strained against the cotton shirt, and his dog tag draped down in the crevice between them. His lats stood away from his chest like boomerangs, tapering dramatically to his trim hips and washboard rippling stomach. His shirt was hiked up, baring his firm belly, and his tight trousers did little to hide the fact that young Travis Petersen was highly aroused by his gorgeous baby sister.
Staring up at her, he greedily drank in the sight of her full young breasts, heaving against the light pink fabric of her revealing tube top. He could make out the peaks of her swelling nipples. His mouth watered as he observed her deep cleavage ... and then he slowly ran his eyes down to her bare midriff.
Her sexy red miniskirt ended abruptly just below her crotch, showing off her smooth, shapely legs. She had on shiny black Mary Janes, a trifle childish for a girl her age, but very becoming. They lent Kelley an innocent quality which was very appealing. She seemed a good deal younger than her eighteen years, and this added greatly to her charm.
It certainly turned on her muscular older brother. He licked his dry lips and said silkily, "Never mind the fan, honey. Sit down on your big brother's lap, like you used to when you were small."
Kelley giggled breathlessly as he encircled her waist with a strong arm and hauled her onto his lap. "I never-sat on your lap before in my life, you silly thing!" she retorted playfully, placing her hands on his strong shoulders as she wriggled in mock protest, straddling his lap.
A thrill of forbidden delight went through her as she felt the mound of her crotch grind against his strong legs. Travis gave a belly laugh, his hands sliding down her waist to her hips.
He pulled her up close to him, hunching upward insinuatingly with his hips. Kelley bit her lip to repress a gasp as she felt the hardness of his sex against her inner thigh, throbbing through his white corduroys. "My, my, little Kelley's gone and grown into a big, fine girl!" Travis said mockingly, his hands moving behind her and groping her wiggling ass.
"Travis, don't!" Kelley squealed, slapping his wrist playfully. "You're still such a fresh thing!"
"Hey, I'm no little boy anymore, baby," Travis growled huskily, his gray eyes strobing lust as he stared at her. "I'm a soldier, baby. A big, strong soldier man. Girls throw themselves at me wherever I go."
"I never threw myself at you!" Kelley said reproachfully, pouting and tossing her mane of golden hair. "You pulled me into your lap and very nearly broke my wrist, too!"
"And you loved it!" he chuckled, showing off his pearly whites.
He was slowly pushing up with his thighs, grinding his groin against Kelley's squirming fanny.
Kelley found that she was breathless. Her heart was pounding like an overwound clock and her lacy white panties were sopping. She felt them molding into the wet, hot "V" of her twat.
Travis pulled her skirt up ... Kelley gasped as she felt his strong, insistent fingers slide inside of her panties and knead her pliant buns. Kelley grabbed his wrists again and said shakily, "Really, Travis, don't! Mommy and Warren will be home any minute!"
Travis growled, frowning in irritation. He too was panting hard, and his handsome face was flushed. He licked his lips and whispered heatedly, "Well, baby, you've gone and got me all hot and bothered. What are you going to do about it?"
Kelley managed a weak smile and asked meekly, "What do you want me to do about it, Travis?"
"Promise me you will," he coaxed.
Kelley sucked in her breath as he closed his fingers around her trembling bosoms and crushed them in a savage grip through her tube top. "Promise me!" he hissed.
"I ... I'll do what you want if it's not too naughty," she stammered, trying to make a joke of it.
Abruptly, he spread his legs wide and pushed her back. Kelley squealed as she dropped down between his legs, falling to her knees on the floor in front of him. Travis leaned back against the head rest and lifted his ass, tugging impatiently at his belt. There was a dull rasping sound as he drew down his zipper.
Kelley gasped as he boldly shoved his trousers down around his knees. Then, Travis lifted his jock strap over the throbbing staff of his erection, snapping the jock up beneath a big set of wrinkly, blonde-tufted balls.
"Like that big cock, Sis?" Travis panted, twitching his boner in the air as he stared down at her.
Kelley was speechless, staring in awe at the throbbing log of tumescence which sprouted between her handsome brother's legs.
It was enormous! As big as Warren's, and even thicker. It had a slight curve near the tip, and was capped by a heart-shaped knob which was deep pink.
The heavy dick spasmed at a forty-five degree angle in the air, surrounded by a tawny mane of dark blonde pubes. A glistening pearl of liquid oozed from his fat urethra. "Touch it!" Travis panted. "Touch your brother's dick, honey! You know you want to!"
She did want to. She had to touch it. Kelley knew she was playing with fire. Making it with her stepfather was one thing. But having sex with her own brother! Her own flesh and blood! That was absolutely beyond the pale....
But the forbidden nature of the act made it all the more appealing to her. For the first time, it occurred to Kelley that she had a rather perverse nature. She was a slut! The men around her seemed to sense it, as though she gave off a scent. The scent of a bitch in heat....
These and other confused thoughts filled her mind as she slowly stroked her fingers up and down the stiff, throbbing shaft of her brother's boner. Travis moaned and shuddered, laying his head back against the chair, pleasure spilling through his loins as his sister jacked his cock.
Impulsively, Kelley leaned down and pressed her lips against his low-hanging ball sac. The musky scent of his sweaty crotch drove her wild. She licked his big, egg-shaped balls, feeling them twitch and swell in his wrinkly scumbag. She purred as she munched and lapped at his testicles, sliding her back and forth beneath his scrotum, painting it with spit.
"Awwwww, h-honey, yeah! Lick my fuckin' BALLS!" Travis moaned, clutching frantically at her head.
She took each nut between her full, red lips and suckled it gently, fluttering her taster all over. Mewling with wanton delight, she worked her way up to his slick thighs, feathering her tongue through his crinkly pubes till she reached his cock.
"Y-Yeah! Wow, little sister, you ain't a baby no more, that's for sure!" Travis gasped hoarsely as she ran her tongue along the base of his prick.
"And you're no little boy!" Kelley murmured, flashing him a voluptuous smile before resuming her oral journey. Slowly, sensuously, she rolled the tip of her tongue up and down his pulsating boner, making it sparkle with saliva, making him moan in helpless delight.
As she came to the flaring cone of his cock-head, Kelley curled her fingers around the root of his meat, pulling it towards her lovely face. She kissed the blunt, sticky tip, tickling the puckered piss slit with her tongue, savoring the salty, slightly acrid moisture. "Awwww, d-do it, honey! MMMMM!" Travis groaned as she swirled her licker all over his corona, pumping her hand up and down his dick.
She cupped his spit-polished nuts in her free hand, lifting and gently squeezing them, brushing the tip of her forefinger against the bulge at the base of his scrotum. "J-Jesus!" Travis whispered through clenched teeth as her warm, suckling mouth swarmed around his blunt dick-knob.
Kelley purred in delight as she milked his dick-head, creating a vacuum in her mouth. She curled her tongue into a warm trough beneath his pulsating dick shaft and sucked her way slowly down towards his balls.
As his cock banged her tonsils, bringing tears to Kelley's eyes, she bravely tilted her head and forced her throat muscles to relax, swallowing hard. A dark thrill cascaded through her as her gullet gaped around the long, sturdy sex-tool. Her head swirled as she deep-throated the whole thing.
Warren had taught her how to easily swallow ten thick inches of cock, and she had become quite an expert at it. But Travis' dick was extremely thick, and her throat was stretched almost unbearably, making the tears flow from her eyes.
She gurgled, suckling at his fat dick-root, holding his meat deep in her throat till she felt light-headed from. Travis stiffened and gave a low, choked cry, his fingers digging convulsively around the back of her head, twisting in the disheveled tresses of her long, golden hair. "Aaaaah, Kelley, doll, YEAH! Suck it! Suck that big fuckin' COCK!" he yelped hoarsely, squirming on the chair as he churned the huge dick around in her humming gullet.
Kelley came up for air and then greedily munched her way back down his stiff pecker once more. She continued to flutter her finger tips all over his slick balls, scraping a nail against the underside of his scrotum, driving the young stud wild with delight.
Suddenly, Kelley's keen ears detected the sounds of tires on gravel. It was Sonya and Warren! Their car was pulling into the drive-way! With difficulty, she pulled off of Travis' cock, and it slapped up against his firm belly, throbbing with desire, dripping with spit.
"Don't stop now, baby!" he croaked hoarsely. "I'm almost there!"
"It's Mommy!" Kelley whispered fiercely. "God, if she found us...."
Travis growled, grabbing the back of Kelley's neck firmly in one hand and jacking furiously on his big meat in the other.
"Quick! Suck! Suck, baby! I'm almost fucking THERE!" Travis muttered hoarsely, shoving her face back in his lap.
Her heart pounding with consternation, Kelley frantically slurped on his dick-head and the first couple of inches of his cock as he jacked the lower half in a frenzy of bestial lust.
She heard the sound of the key in the lock an instant before Travis gave a stifled groan. His fingers tightened around her neck ... she gagged as big, thick jets of pungent cream burst over her tongue, filling out her cheeks, flowing in tangy rivulets down her gulping throat.
As she sucked him dry, Kelley heard the voices of her mother and stepfather in the hallway. Travis was panting hard.
He pushed her away from him abruptly, heaving up his ass as he jerked up his trousers. Reacting swiftly, Kelley sprang to her feet.
She rushed out the door and met Sonya and Warren in the hall, blocking their way.
"Hello, dear!" Sonya said brightly. "Has he come yet?"
"What do you think?" Kelley said breathlessly, smiling teasingly as she stood there coyly.
"Oh, Kelley, you little tease!" Sonya chirped, pushing her daughter aside and hurrying to the door to the living room. "Where is he? Where is Mommy's little boy?"
Travis had just finished buckling his belt as his mother entered the room. He flashed his dazzling grin and sprinted forward to meet her, spinning the squealing lady round and round as she rained motherly kisses on his flushed cheeks.
As Kelley stood in the door-way, smiling in relief, she felt someone brush up against her and turned to stare into her big black stepfather's mocking eyes.
"Better wipe your mouth, sugar," Warren muttered in a low voice.
Kelley turned aside hastily and wiped the sperm off her lips.
CHAPTER FOUR
Sonya impatiently stabbed out her cigarette in the mother-of-pearl ash tray beside her bed. Taking another gulp of her martini, she rose quickly and crossed to the vanity table to apply some fresh lip stick. As she walked, her stiletto heels clicking on the floor, Sonya felt a little off balance. She was flushed too, and frowned, realizing that she'd had one martini too many.
Lately, she had taken to drinking martinis at an alarming rate. It had all started when she started having nagging suspicions about Warren. A few weeks earlier, she had begun to think he was having an affair. Little clues kept cropping up, and there was an evasiveness about him these days, as if a wall had suddenly been erected between them.
When he fucked her, he was savage, leaving her bruised and breathless. He satisfied her, but there was something different in his hunger, something frightening. That night, she had awakened from a deep sleep with a piercing shock of realization, making her sit bolt upright in bed.
Something had bothered her dimly about their lovemaking that night. Something he had said, which had sifted into her unconsciousness. In her sleep, she remembered the disturbing thing, and it woke her up. He had called her by another name at the moment of climax. He had whispered the heated word in a choked voice as his big black dick spilled thick sperm deep in her hot cunt.
He had called her Kelley! Kelley! Her own daughter! Dear God, it couldn't be true! It just couldn't! She was losing her mind. She was paranoid. She was drinking too much. Maybe she should see a shrink....
Frantically, she tried to find excuses, to quell the horrific idea which was growing in her mind. But it persisted. And what was worse, the presence of her son was disturbing Sonya. He was so changed! He was no longer her little boy, the adorable child she had petted and spoiled.
No, he was a man. And what a man! He had left her a tall, gangly adolescent, and he returned a muscular, ruggedly handsome adult, giving off an aura of potent masculinity like a musk. She couldn't forget the feeling of his strong arms as he hugged her close. She couldn't forget a fleeting glimpse of his crotch that first afternoon, and the shock she had experienced when she detected something long and thick straining against the tight leg of his white cords....
Warren and Travis didn't seem to get along very well. They seemed to circle one another like menacing dogs. Each seemed to view the other as a rival. It was all Sonya could do to keep them from lunging at one another's throats. God, she needed another drink....
Sonya poured the last of the martinis from the pitcher, her hand shaking as she raised the glass to her lips. She gulped down the drink and glanced at the clock. "Oh, God!" she gasped in consternation, nearly dropping her glass. It was a quarter to four! She had to be at her photography studio by five thirty, and she had to set up all that equipment. She had planned to get there by three to give herself plenty of time.
She turned and surveyed herself briefly in the full-length mirror. She looked fabulous, but to Sonya's overly critical eye, the reflection was of a fading beauty with more than a few wrinkles around her eyes. At thirty-eight, Sonya was a remarkably well-preserved lady. She had an incredible figure, long and luscious, shaped like an hour glass.
Her full, thrusting breasts filled out her pea green sweater admirably, and her plaid blouse only partially covered those long, sexy legs, encased in black fish net stockings. Her shoulder-length hair was a lustrous shade of brown, almost auburn, framing the delicately featured oval of her face.
Her slanting, long-lashed eyes were brown and limpid like a doe's ... her pert nose was positioned just above her full, sensuous lips which she had just painted scarlet.
As she hurried out of her room, Sonya almost collided with Travis. He had just come out of the shower, and wore a pair of jeans and nothing else. His short blonde hair was damp and tousled, and spots of moisture still glinted on the rippling, tawny musculature of his chest.
"Whoah! What's the hurry, Mom?" Travis grinned, gripping her by the shoulders, his gray eyes twinkling playfully.
"Oh, Travis, you gave me such a start!" Sonya smiled, feeling all fluttery as she blushed and lowered her eyes in confusion. "I'm late for an appointment at the studio, dear."
"Oh, yeah?" Travis said, arching his brows. "Well, lemme drive you over there. I can help you out, maybe."
"Oh, Travis, I couldn't ask you to do that! This is your vacation!" Sonya protested.
"Forget it! I'm bored anyway, what with Kelley visiting Dad and everything. Come on, let's go!"
He paused to pull on a maroon Lacoste sport shirt and went into his room to fetch his shoes and socks. Five minutes later, they were driving down Redding Street towards Sonya's studio in downtown Amber Springs.
Sonya had been interested in photography since she was in college. In fact, she had met her first husband, Clint, when she went to work as a photographer at the offices of a fashion magazine in Pensacola, Florida. He was the editor-in-chief.
But after they were married, Clint didn't want his wife to work anymore. She had stayed at home during her two pregnancies and until her young children were in school, and then she started to get restless. She drank and started to fool around. Clint found out, and kicked her out. Actually, their marriage had been a sham almost from the beginning, so the break-up had been a relief, and a release.
With the money Clint had given her in his generous divorce settlement, she set up a photography shop and an adjoining studio in Amber Springs, Alabama. She made a modest living on the shop and was able to indulge her penchant for photography in the studio. In fact, three of her pictures had been featured in a photography show in Mobile several months before, and one had won a second prize ribbon.
Her specialty was nudes. And Warren Douglass had answered an ad she placed in the Amber Springs Bugle for a model. She had taken three rolls of film of the big black stud posing nude in her studio, and it was the beginning of a hot, whirlwind romance which resulted in their controversial marriage.
"The studio looks pretty much the same as when I left," Travis observed as he sauntered into the big square room above Sonya's photography shop at 2123 Periwinkle Lane. Sonya sighed as she looked at the clock. Goodness, she was so late! She had to set up for a special shoot of two male models for the catalogue of a major department store.
The painted back-drop of a beach was rolled up in the back of the shop surrounded by lights and tangled wires and all sorts of equipment. With Travis' help, however, Sonya was amazed to find that everything was set up in less than half an hour.
It was a hot afternoon and Travis stripped to the waist, baring his muscular, bronzed chest. Sonya had to force herself to drag her eyes from her son's hot physique. She felt herself getting moist in her panties. All those martinis had lowered her inhibitions and lurid fantasies and ideas were crowding into her consciousness.
Travis was thumbing through one of her portfolios. It contained many of her best nude studies. He lifted his head and grinned at his Mom impishly.
"So Warren used to be one of your models, huh, Mom?" he drawled, holding up the portfolio to display a page of photos of Sonya's big black hubby.
"Why, yes, he was," Sonya acquiesced, trying not to blush.
"Now I can see why you decided to get hitched up with him!" Travis said, admiring the photos.
"Travis!" Sonya exclaimed, scandalized by his boldness.
Her rugged son chuckled and went on mockingly, "Aw, come on, Mom! You're a hot lady! Hell, I think it's kinda cool that you get off on taking all these pictures of guys in the buff! How come you never took nude pictures of me?"
Sonya giggled in spite of herself, mesmerized by his blazing gray gaze. His eyes seemed to see through her pea green sweater, greedily roving over the full globes of her breasts. Impulsively, feeling overcome with heat, Sonya gripped her sweater and tugged it over her head. Beneath it she wore a loose white tee shirt.
Travis gave an appreciative grunt as he perceived that his sexy Mom was not wearing a bra; he could see the puckers of her nipples quite clearly through the thin cotton material of her shirt.
Mother and son stared at one another, the subterranean current of incestuous interest swiftly boiling to the surface.
They both jumped as the door bell chimed-it was the models.
Sonya ushered the two extraordinarily handsome young men into the studio, her heart still beating rapidly. As the guys entered, Travis came forward and offered his hand to each of them. "Hi there!" he said pleasantly. "I'm Travis, Mrs. Douglass' assistant."
Sonya looked at him in surprise and Travis threw her a furtive wink. He ushered the men to the small changing room. "Play along with me, Mom," he whispered. "Let's have fun this afternoon!"
He was standing very close to her and Sonya gasped as Travis leaned down and crushed his lips to hers, kissing her hard. His hungry mouth sucked at her lower face, and she moaned as his tongue slithered between her lips, lapping up her saliva.
Weakly, she tried to push him away, but his strong arms were wrapped tightly around her middle. She felt something hard and throbbing pushing against her thighs, and desire seared through her, making her knees weak.
The door to the changing room opened and the two models emerged in time to see the hunky, shirtless blonde dude passionately kissing the buxom photographer. They stood there, grinning knowingly and looking rather awkward till Sonya managed to pull herself free from her son's insistent embrace.
"G-Goodness, Travis, that was really unnecessary!" she stammered, patting her hair and attempting to smile.
Travis chuckled and winked at the two guys. Then, he clapped his hands and said importantly, "All right, guys! Let's get this show on the road!" Travis manned the lights while Sonya moved between two cameras set up on tripods, also using a hand-held camera for variety.
The guys were modeling a new line of very revealing swimming briefs. Under the hot lights, they looked terrific, and in her feverish, slightly inebriated state of mind, Sonya could not help but become more than a little aroused.
Jim was a dark-haired guy with a taut swimmer's build and movie star good looks. Bobby was bigger and more muscular and strikingly handsome, with brown hair that fell to his shoulders and deep-set, intense green eyes shaded by thick, brooding brows.
Their bodies were golden from much exposure to the sun, and gleamed with the oil which had been applied before the shoot began.
They struck a variety of winsome poses by the big beach umbrella and on the styrofoam "sand" in front of the brilliantly colored, almost surrealistic backdrop of an ocean and a sky.
Sonya suddenly felt her son's body brushing up against her from behind. She gave a stifled gasp as he began to grind his crotch against her ass. His hands glided around her middle, pulling up her shirt, brushing over the smooth flesh of her tummy.
"Oh, T-Travis, d-don't ... " she whispered shakily as his strong fingers covered the pillowy spheres of her big tits.
"You got great tits, Mom," he whispered softly into her ear, pinching hold of her ripe nipples between his forefingers and thumbs. "Yeah!"
Music was playing over huge speakers to the right of the camera set-up. Annette was crooning Surfer Boy and Jim and Bobby were getting into the rhythm, laughing and playfully tussling on the "sand."
Suddenly, Travis' voice rang out over Sonya's shoulder. "Hey, guys! Why don't we do something fun, just for kicks?"
Jim and Bobby stopped and squinted into the lights inquiringly, waiting for him to continue. They were panting, and their strong bodies glistened in the hot lights.
"Sonya here-likes taking shots of guys in the nude," Travis went on boldly. "Why don't you dudes get outta them suits and let her get her kicks?"
"T-Travis!" Sonya gasped hoarsely, her head reeling with shock and mortification. She couldn't believe this was happening! Her son was boldly playing with her tits, making her aching rosy nubbins quiver and turret outward. Was she having some sort of wild, forbidden dream?
"Come on, guys!" Travis coaxed as Jim and Bobby exchanged hesitant glances, grins slowly creasing their handsome faces. "Get into it!"
"Shit, why not?" Bobby chuckled, shucking his striped briefs.
Jim shrugged and followed suit. Strips of creamy white flesh girded their lean loins, contrasting strikingly with their glossy tans.
Both dudes were well-hung and their cocks swung meatily between their strong young legs, already starting to grow erect as they turned towards Sonya and flexed and gyrated like the male strippers at Chippendale's.
Sonya moaned feebly as Travis gripped hold of her tee shirt and tugged it over her head. Th creamy globes of her tits flopped free, gleaming in the bright lights.
Each of her nipples was the size of a sand dollar. They were a luscious rose-color, and sprouted outward like fat, juicy raisins. Her flesh was so pale and delicate you could see a faint network of bluish veins wiggling away from her aureoles.
"Yeah, this lady's got nice big tits, don't she, boys?" Travis grinned, squeezing and mauling his mother's huge knockers from behind as he continued to grind his crotch against her high, sweet ass.
"She sure does!" Bobby echoed huskily, licking his lips, his green eyes blazing dangerously.
Bobby's dick was fully erect now, rearing obscenely in the air, jerking with desire. He slid a hand down his belly and clamped it around his sturdy tool, starting to stroke it slowly.
Jim was panting hard as he watched Travis caress and squeeze and shake Sonya Douglass' bountiful boobs. like
Bobby, he was masturbating, squeezing a fat bead of glistening pre-come from his piss hole.
Travis let go of her tits and ran his hands down to her plaid skirt, finding the zipper and dexterously pulling it down. Sonya moaned, half-closing her eyes as her skirt tumbled around her stiletto-heeled shoes.
She stood there, panting with excitement, naked above the waist, wearing only a pair of sexy black silk panties and fish nets.
Travis crouched down, hooking his fingers in the elastic of her panties, slowly, sensuously drawing them down to her ankles. Bobby and Jim gasped with interest as they stared greedily at the gorgeous woman who stood nearly naked before them.
Sonya's juicy cunt was bloated with desire and gleamed in the hot lights. It was tufted by a crispy "V" of reddish brown hairs. The ripe lips of her labia looked like slices of passion fruit, and her clitoris was fat as a grape, quivering with desire.
Travis scooted around in front of his mother, kneeling between her long, shapely legs, staring up at her with hungry, smoke gray eyes. He ran his hands slowly up her calves, feeling her smooth flesh through those filmy stockings.
He leaned forward, inhaling the musky sweetness of her pussy, his dick throbbing painfully in his tight Levi's.
"Oooooh, G-GOD!" Sonya cried out, tossing her mane of auburn hair and clutching frantically at her son's head as Travis' long, wet tongue rolled up and down her sensitized pussy.
"Wow!" Bobby murmured hoarsely, jacking his dick furiously.
Travis sucked and licked the wet petals of his mother's labia, snaking his tongue up to her clit. He strummed it expertly, twirling his taster tip in rapid flurries over the slick bead.
Sonya gave a joyous shriek, arching her back and nearly losing her balance as pleasure exploded through her loins, making her vision swim and her pussy lips contract.
"Fuck, let's can the posing, man," Bobby muttered huskily, winking at his buddy. Bobby strode forward till he stood in front of Sonya, staring down into her flushed beautiful face with rough sea green eyes. "Yeah, bitch, you're hot!" the long-haired model growled, gripping her shoulders with strong hands.
He bent down and greedily kissed her, sliding his tongue deep into Sonya's mouth, swapping spit. As she sucked on his swarming tongue, Sonya dimly became aware that Jim had moved up beside Bobby.
She moaned into Bobby's mouth as Jim's feverish fingers closed around her left breast, pulling and kneading at it, his palm grinding into her aching nubbin.
Bobby broke the kiss, panting hard as he scooped up her right breast, bending down and licking the pebbly halo of her aureole before locking his lips around the turreting nipple.
"Aaaaaah, y-yeeees!" Sonya screamed joyously as Jim followed Bobby's suit and sucked greedily on her left tit.
Her head whirled and she thought briefly that she was on the verge of passing out. Oh God! Was this really happening? She was breaking every rule in the book! Not only was she getting it on with her son, but with two strange young men who were employees of her biggest client! It was wrong! It was scandalous! But she loved every moment of it!
CHAPTER FIVE
"Ooooh, y-yeah, lady, suck it! Suck that COCK!" Bobby groaned.
"J-Jeez, we got ourselves a live one, man!" Jim panted.
The two male models stood along side one another as Sonya Douglass knelt between them. She was pumping her hands up and down their thick, throbbing cocks.
Her full red lips were circled around Bobby's big meat, Sonya bobbed her head rapidly up and down on it, slurping eagerly on the fat knob and the top of the shaft. She let the long-haired stud's dick pop out of her mouth and dove down greedily on Bobby's thrusting manhood, yawning her mouth around it with a little mewl of pleasure.
The hot, tangy flavor of stud cock filled her mouth, driving her wild with bitch lust. She pulled the two fat dicks together and fluttered her silken tongue rapidly back and forth between them. She took turns sucking each big meat, taking them deep in her humming throat.
She bent down and sucked and tongued the handsome models' swollen testicles, making Jim and Bobby moan and shudder with pleasure as they jacked their tools.
Travis Petersen crouched beside his mother, whispering hot, obscene words of encouragement to her as she sucked cock like a whore. He squeezed and caressed her white breasts, catching her ripe nipples between his knuckles and pinching them hard. "Yeah, suck those cocks, baby!" Travis whispered thickly. "Uh huh! You like being a slut, don't ya, Sonya?"
He slapped the full moons of her creamy buttocks, digging his fingers into them till the flesh oozed between his knuckles. Wrenching and twisting on her plump buns, he spread them wide.
Travis' eyes gleamed as he stared at the puckered rosette of her spasming ass-hole. Licking his lips, he bent down, holding her ass cheeks wide apart, and plunged his face between them. Sonya gave a muffled groan around Bobby's pecker as she felt her son's long, greedy tongue swirl over the wrinkly "O" of her anus. She shuddered as his persistent tongue stroked up into the oven hot recesses of her colon.
Dark flames of desire fanned through her bowels and pussy as he tongue-fucked her tight ass. She was going into a frenzy of desire. Her jaws ached from being forced so wide apart, and tears brimmed in her eyes as Jim and Bobby urgently forced their stiff pricks down her throat.
They slapped and rubbed their throbbing cocks against her face, muttering heated words of encouragement, smearing her panting lips and flushed cheeks with spit and pre-come.
Travis pushed a hand up between his mother's stockinged legs and cupped the moist, fleshy triangle of her sex. He stroked his middle finger up and down the gash, sliding it slowly up into the hot socket.
Sonya gave a strangled grunt of pleasure as her son sucked her ass and pumped his finger in and out of her pussy, scraping the tip of another finger over her swollen, sensitized clitoris.
After a while, Travis sat up, panting hard, his handsome face flushed with bestial excitement. His dick looked as though it were about to rip right through his blue jeans.
He staggered to his feet and said huskily, "Come on, guys! Give the bitch what she really wants!"
Bobby grinned, his rugged face dark with excitement, his long hair partly masking those deep-set sea green eyes. He pulled his dick out of Sonya's sucking mouth and strode swiftly around behind her, falling to his knees.
Immediately, Sonya turned on Jim, grasping his slender thighs as she kissed and licked his big, throbbing dick all over, tracing the flare of the corona with her warm tongue before wrapping her lips around it.
"Oh, yeah, suck it, baby, SUCK IT!" Jim cried out, tossing his head as he grabbed frantically at her head, his fingers digging into her auburn tresses.
Sonya hummed in delight as she swallowed his stiff prick, holding it deep in her throat, her nose pressing into the young stud's damp pubcs. His big balls nudged against her chin and she began to get dizzy from lack of air. As she pulled back, she felt Bobby's strong hands explore her buns, caressing and squeezing them as he scooted up behind her.
"Yeah, bitch, you want my cock bad, don't ya?" Bobby muttered.
The long-haired guy fisted his big, spit-imbued cock and nudged it up between her stockinged legs. He felt the dripping lips of her cunt press against the tip of his dick.
Savage lust seared through his nuts as he clamped tight hold of Sonya's narrow waist and tensed his buttocks, gritting his teeth. "UNNNGH!" he grunted, heaving forward hard.
Sonya's kneeling body jerked forward and she gave a muffled cry around Jim's throbbing dick as Bobby's long, slippery manhood stretched her hot pussy wide open, sliding up to the root inside of her.
"Oh, b-baby ... " he moaned as his muscular thighs slapped against her squirming ass. Her sopping pussy lips milked at the thick root of his dick, sucking at it with molten need. Bobby rotated his hips, twitching his cock in her cunt. He began to fuck her hard.
Grunting thickly, Bobby's hips heaved back and forth, jamming his stiff tool in and out of the female photographer's scalding twat. His big nuts slapped against her belly each time he stroked into her.
Sonya gurgled and sobbed, writhing with delight as she was fed thick man-meat from both ends. She sucked ravenously at Jim's big dick, feeling his slimy balls slap against her chin, clutching at his sweaty ass cheeks.
"Damn, this babe's got a hot fuckin' CUNT, man!" Bobby groaned happily, stirring his cock in her silk-soft fuck-hole. "Take it, honey! Take this big dick HARD!"
He pulled back till only the head of his prick was lodged in her quim and then thrust forward with brute force, pulling her back against his thighs.
Travis was leaning against a big crate, his Levi's bunched around his ankles, his fist jacking up and down his ten inch hard-on. He was panting as he watched the two studs fuck his mother. He was dizzy with perverse excitement.
Damn, he'd always known his Mom was a beauty, but now his suspicions that she was a hot fuck had been more than verified! He'd first started fantasizing about her over in Nam when he heard about her alliance with Warren Douglass.
The idea of his mother shacking up with a big black man had strangely excited the young soldier. He had often fantasized about watching her get fucked while he jerked off in a pup tent, or while he fucked a winsome whore in Saigon.
Now, his wildest fantasies were being enacted right before his eyes. His blonde-tufted balls were swollen with lust-heated scum ... he slowed down the pace of his masturbating, not wanting to lose his load prematurely.
"Yeah, baby! Hot fuckin' PUSSY! Damn, that's fine!" Bobby panted as he pounded his horse-meat in and out of the gorgeous woman's snatch.
Watching this, Jim was getting even more turned on, his stiff dick twitching and thickening in Sonya's slurping mouth and humming throat. Abruptly, he stepped back, his cock popping from between her scarlet lips and slapping up against his hard-muscled belly.
"Hey, Bobby, lemme have some of that hot poontang, man!" Jim panted his handsome face flushed with need.
Bobby grunted, rather reluctantly sitting back on his knees, his solid log of man-flesh squelching free from the velvety of Sonya's tight cunt.
Travis' voice rang out unexpectedly, "Why don't you both fuck her, guys?
Come on, lady! Sit on Jim's big dick and let Bobby screw your ass!"
Sonya crouched on all fours on the floor of her studio. Her thick brown hair tumbled around her shoulders and face, and she was moaning and panting. Juice trickled down the insides of her thighs and desire burned inside of her like a furnace.
Her high heels had come off and now she was clad only in those sexy black fishnet stockings. She tossed the hair out of her eyes, sitting up slowly, her gorgeous face flushed with need.
No longer was Sonya debating the propriety of what she was doing. It was forbidden, it was shocking, it was ... extraordinary! She had abandoned herself to the heat of the sensations which seared through her.
Jim grinned at her wolfishly as he dropped to the floor and lay down, folding his hands behind his head. His stiff, spit-wettened prick lurched in the air like the leaning tower of Pisa.
Sonya moaned as she straddled his hips, rising up on her knees. Her jutting breasts heaved as she panted. Her red nipples were hard as rubber rivets, aching with sensation.
Reaching between her legs, she grasped hold of Jim's hard-on and held it steady as she slowly lowered herself upon it. She threw back her head and gave a low sob of pleasure as it split her labia wide apart and stroked deep in her cunt.
Sonya rocked on Jim's lap while he groaned and stirred beneath her. She savored the sensation of her sensitized pussy walls chafing against the long, sturdy shaft of his manhood.
She rose up, crying out as about half of his cock popped free from her cunt, and then plunged down on it once more, a fresh shock wave of exquisite sensation rippling through her. Moist squishing sounds accompanied her bouncing, rotating motions as she started to ride the handsome young dude for all she was worth.
Jim grunted in pleasure, thrusting with his pelvis, jamming his meat hard into the slippery love-socket, loving the way her fleshy glove milked and squirmed around his dick.
Sonya purred, running her hands up and down his slippery chest as she rode his prick, her swollen knockers bouncing up and down like water balloons.
Bobby had been standing alongside of them, jacking his cock while he watched her ride his buddy's prick. Now, he could wait no longer.
Swiftly, he scrambled up behind Sonya, kneeling between Jim's sprawling legs. Bobby's green eyes gleamed like emeralds as he looked between Sonya's legs and saw the swollen mouth of her cunt stretching and squeezing around Jim's pecker.
"Yeah, ride that dick, bitch! Ride it!" Bobby snarled, slapping her ass cheeks hard, leaving rosy imprints of his hands on the flesh.
Sonya cried out in mingled pain and pleasure, fresh desire flooding her bowels as she felt Bobby's rigid dick slide insinuatingly along the dimpled crease of her ass crack.
He pushed his erection between her slick buns and nudged the spit-lubricated pucker of the older woman's tight ass-hole. Bobby groaned as he felt its spasmodic heat tugging at his dick tip. He held his cock steady with one hand and grasped hold of Sonya's waist with the other. With a savage grunt, Bobby heaved forward, his fingers digging into her flesh.
For a brief instant, her stubborn sphincter muscle resisted his thrust. Then it relaxed and was spread into a hot pink "O" as his meat pumped up into the oven-hot interior of her ass.
"Aaaaaaaaaaah! G-GOD!" Sonya screamed, tossing her mane of auburn hair and grimacing as sharp pain and dark pleasure ripped and entwined in her cock-stuffed rectum.
Her fingers dug into the sweat-slick mounds of Jim's muscular pecs and her slippery cunt spasmed around his pumping cock.
"Aaaaaw, b-baby, you got a tight little ASS!" Bobby croaked thickly, his wiry pubes jamming against her ass cheeks. He twitched his manhood deep inside of her, oscillating his hips as he relished the sensation of that tight ass-hole around his dick root.
Through the thin membrane which separated Sonya's ass from her twat, he could feel Jim's rod vibrating and stroking inside of her. Grinning with excitement, the long-haired model began to fuck the older woman's ass in earnest.
He heaved back and forth, his slick meat pulling almost all the way out of her ass before jamming deep in her guts once more. His low-hanging balls whipped up between her legs and slapped against Jim's balls each time Bobby stroked his dick up Sonya's ass.
The photographer screamed, writhing like a frantic eel as she felt two long cocks pumping in and out of her at the same time. She felt spread wide open and stuffed to the brim with hard man-meat. Nothing had ever felt this good before. Nothing....
She flopped forward, crushing her lips to Jim's, kissing him wantonly. He growled, covered her big breasts in his hands and mauling them as he heaved upward ... fucking her hard and fast.
Bobby leaned over her, gripping the brunette's slender shoulders for support as he began to pound into her steamy ass with sledgehammer strokes. Beneath the hot studio lights, their three bodies were soaked by now, and the sounds of hot flesh slapping together filled the studio.k
"Yeah, fuck her, guys! Fuck that bitch!" Travis panted hoarsely, jerking his throbbing dick furiously. He was dizzy with desire. His heart pounded against his rib cage like a wild thing. Sweat made his short blonde hair cling to his temples and forehead and his vision was starting to blur.
"Aaaaaah, G-God, fuck me, you bastards, FUCK ME!" Sonya screamed, throwing back her head and bucking wildly, backing into Bobby's ramming manhood before sinking down on Jim's.
She felt the whirlwind of erotic sensation within her reaching a mind-shattering pitch. Her whole body seemed to vibrate with electric heat. "AIEEEEEEE! I'M GOING TO CCUUUUM!" she screamed brokenly, sobbing with joy, twisting and squirming between the two muscular studs.
"Awwww, J-Jesus ... " Bobby muttered thickly as he felt her hot ass-hole tighten around his plunging tool, sucking at it like a vacuum cleaner. He redoubled his efforts, thrusting into her with brute force, his big balls tightening with seething semen.
"NNNNNGH! GONNA SHOOT! GONNA FUCKIN' SHOOT, BABY! AAAAAWWWW!" Jim roared suddenly, arching his back and punching his prick all the way up the sobbing photographer's gushing twat.
His dick exploded inside of her like a machine gun, bursts of shrapnel-like sperm blasting deep in her cunt, bloating her with his steamy load.
Bobby bellowed in ecstasy a moment later, his back arching as his big, thrusting meat spasmed in Sonya's ass-hole, spurting thick jets of jism deep in her heated bowels....
"Awwww, y-yeah, Mom, YEAH!" Travis gasped brokenly, shuddering as his dick exploded in his sweaty fingers.
His sperm vaulted from his balls, spraying high in the air and spattering all over the tarp-covered floor....
CHAPTER SIX
"Oh, T-Travis, darling, yes, YES!" Sonya Douglass moaned brokenly, tossing her head from side to side. Her long, stockinged legs were splayed wide apart and her handsome, blonde son knelt between them, his face buried in her wet, spread pussy.
Travis growled in pleasure as he ate out his mother's hot, buttery snatch, burrowing his nose and lips between the spasming folds letting his tongue dart rapidly in and out of her clenching furrow. The musky tang of hot pussy honey filled his mouth, making him drool with need, mixed with the salty residue of Bobby's recently squirted load.
Less than five minutes had passed since the studio door had closed behind the two sated models. Travis had grabbed his mother in a passionate embrace, raining her face with hungry kisses as he pushed her against the door.
Now, she was down on her back on the tarp-covered floor, gyrating and gasping in ecstasy as her handsome son licked her aching pussy. Sonya cuddled and stroked her big breasts, flicking her long red thumb nails over the erect nipples, making them sprout forward even more, burning with hypersensitivity.
She bit her lip and gave a low cry as she felt two of Travis' thick fingers pump between her pussy lips and worm up deeply inside of her. She squirmed on the floor as the muscular G.I. churned his fingers inside of her, testing the elasticity of her slippery vagina, stretching his fingers as he thrust them in and out.
"Yeah, Mom, you like me playin' with your wet pussy, huh?" he rasped, staring up at her face with hooded gray eyes as he frigged her fast. "You got such a hot, juicy cunt, Mom. Damn, it got me so fuckin' turned on, watchin' those dudes pork you good! Uh huh! You're all hot down here, aren't?
"Oh, T-Travis, this is ... this is so WRONG!" Sonya wailed plaintively, arching her back and shuddering as he started to roll the ball of his thumb over her blazing clit.
"Yeah, but it sure feels good, don't it, Mom?" Travis said, grinning mockingly. Suddenly, he pulled his fingers out of her with a wet popping sound and sprang to his feet. Sonya tossed a stray lock of hair out of her eyes and lay there gasping, staring up at her tall, well-built son.
He towered above her like a Greek statue come to life, the bright lights gleaming on his short, tawny hair and on the copper-toned smoothness of his muscles. His pulsating cock jerked in the air proudly, leaking a strand of clear liquid. His egg-shaped balls swung low between his strong legs. He was naked except for a pair of white and blue striped athletic socks. "Come on, bitch," he growled, flashing his teeth and making the mermaids on his biceps jump. "Your baby boy wants some motherly love!"
Sonya whimpered, getting up on her haunches. Her swollen breasts heaved as she ran her fingers worshipfully up Travis' strong legs. She leaned forward, pressing her face against his inner thigh, feeling his sweaty balls nudge her cheek. She imbibed the hot, pungent aroma of sweaty man sex; it made her belly churn with feminine need.
"Awwww, y-yeah ... " Travis moaned as he felt Sonya's warm tongue glide up his thigh to his crotch. She cupped his big nuts with both hands, pressing her lips against the scrotal sac, nibbling it gently. Travis shuddered as she slowly spread her wet lips around each quivering nugget, suckling them gently, fluttering her tongue all over them.
Sonya dipped back her head, letting his testicles drape over her lower face. She murmured in delight as she tongued the underside of his balls. Travis grunted in ecstasy, rising up on his toes, his big dick jerking in the air.
"Ooh, M-Mom, yeah, lick my fuckin' balls good! Uh huh! That feels real nice, lady. MMMMM!"
She groped for his cock and grabbed it by the root. Pulling it down to her panting lips, she rained hot kisses on the spongy, heart-shaped knob. Travis groaned as his mother's silken, suctioning mouth closed around his dick and glided slowly down the shaft. Her fluttering tongue wreaked havoc on his pulsating dick-shaft, winding around it incessantly.
Sonya sucked hungrily, bubbles of saliva frothing at the corners of her ruby red lips. Rhythmically, she plunged her head up and down between his muscular legs, her cheeks hollowing as she milked his prick.
She gagged slightly as Travis leaned into her, grabbing a handful of her thick auburn tresses and forcing her down on his throbbing cock. It slowly sank into her throat; she took it all with a choked sob.
"Oh, baby, that's it! Suck down my big meat, Mom! Suck your son's huge cock like a whore! AAAAAAH!" Travis began heaving back and forth with his hips, his heavy balls raining a sweaty tattoo against her chin, his long cock spearing deep in her gullet again and again.
Sonya loved the feeling of her son's stiff manhood pumping deep in her throat, bringing tears to her eyes, making her head whirl. She loved the feeling of his strong fingers, twisting masterfully in her hair. She loved the hot taste of man-cock which filled her hungry mouth like smoke.
She suddenly pushed against his knees, pulling back, letting his stiff prick pop out of her mouth and slap up rigidly against his belly. Panting hard, she stared up at Travis with slanted eyes and moaned huskily, "Turn around, Travis! Let Mommy suck your ass-hole!"
Travis stared down at her with mingled incredulity and excitement, a slow grin creasing his insolent lips. He gave a low chuckle and swung around, facing away from her, his nuts swinging from side to side. Letting his strong legs slide wide apart, he bent forward, gripping his knees, craning to look over his broad shoulder, "Go for it, bitch!" he growled.
Sonya hungrily attacked the compact white half moons of his buns, kissing and sucking and chewing on them before burrowing into the warm, musky crack. The pungent aroma of sweaty stud-butt seared through her nostrils, making her eyes and mouth water with passion. Her pussy was quivering and leaking copiously as desire raged within her.
She gurgled in unalloyed pleasure as she kissed and sucked the taut brown ring of his ass-hole. She pushed with her velvety tongue until it slithered up into his hot, tight rectum.
"Aaaaawwwww!" Travis cried, arching his back and grabbing his dick in excitement. He punched his sweaty ass back against his mother's face, his powerful sphincter muscle gripping aggressively at her flickering tongue. Dark fingers of pleasure licked through his ass and into his balls, making his big dick jerk in his hand.
Sonya dug her red nails into her son's slick ass cheeks, darting her tongue rapidly in and out of his butt-hole, savoring the acrid flavor which filled her mouth. She was drunken with forbidden desire; her senses were spinning, her body quivered with erotic flames. She couldn't keep her hands off him.
"M-Man, Mom, yeah! Do it! Suck that fuckin' ass-hole, Ma. Aaaaaah!" Travis groaned, jacking his dick and grinding his butt against Sonya's face.
The photographer pulled her long taster out of his rectum with a wet squelching sound. It ached from the powerful grip of his sphincter muscle.
She rose slowly, sliding her tongue up his crack to the small of his back. Getting to her feet, she licked her way up his spine, sliding her arms around his middle, caressing his muscular chest and belly. She moved around in front of him, moaning with excitement as she stared up into his sexy, mocking eyes.
"Yeah, Mom, you like my hot body, don't ya?" he grinned.
"You bastard," she gasped. "You gorgeous bastard!" She ran her hot tongue over each solid pec, sucking his taut brown paps till they grew hard as rivets. Travis groaned, lifting his arms, cupping his hands around the back of his head and flexing his muscles.
He basked in a glow of passive pleasure, loving the silken gliding of his mother's tongue over his flesh. Sonya ran her tongue up his flaring right lat and plunged her face in the slippery hollow beneath his arm. She lapped the soft tuft of hair which sprouted there, rubbing her face in his musky armpit, sucking up his tangy, bittersweet sweat.
Sonya moved up to his bicep and polished the dancing mermaid with her spit. Then she moved over and serviced his other armpit and bicep.
"Whew! That's hot, lady!" Travis gasped. It had been a long time before a hot lady had gone "round the world" on him before, and never had the sensations been quite this intense.
And, damn, this was his own fucking MOTHER! Travis couldn't believe his good fortune! In less than a week, he'd been given a blow job by his kid sister, watched his mother get fucked by two studs, sucked her pussy when she was through, and was now getting licked by her from head to toe!
He lowered his arms as Sonya moved down to the rippling plane of his belly and tickled his navel with her taster, her fingers fluttering over his erect penis. With a growl, Travis gripped Sonya by the shoulders and lifted her up, bending to crush his hungry lips to hers.
Sonya moaned into her son's mouth, sucking greedily on his long tongue, wrapping her arms around his thick neck. She felt the pulsating shaft of his huge cock pressing urgently against her belly and her loins melted with molten longing.
Travis ran his hands down her back to the rounded globes of her ass and gripped them tightly, heaving her up. Instinctively, Sonya wrapped her legs around his slender middle. Then her son slid his hand between their bodies, groping for his erect cock. He pushed it between her spread legs, and Sonya whimpered into his mouth as she felt the fat, heart-shaped knob slide easily between her labia.
Travis broke the kiss and gave a low cry as her cunt locked around his pecker like an oiled sheath. Sonya sobbed in joy, her nails digging into the back of his neck as her belly slapped up against his.
He was holding her in the air with his big dick was buried to the balls inside of her. She squirmed and gasped, gripping at his stiff cock with her vaginal muscles.
His cock was bigger than either Jim's or Bobby's, and she felt totally stuffed with it. The blunt knob jammed tightly against her cervix, spreading the far wall of her twat wide. "Yeah, Mom, feels real, real good gettin' back in your wet cunt!" Travis muttered, rolling his hips.
His muscles bulged as he carried her across the room, his dick still imbedded deep in her twat. Slowly, he lowered her ass onto the edge of a big table. Her stockinged legs draped over the side of the table, flanking his lean hips. Travis gripped hold of her waist, pulling his upper back away from her as he started to fuck.
His sweaty ass churned rhythmically back and forth; he stared down at his slippery cock as it pushed the wet red folds of his mother's cunt wide apart, sliding up inside of her.
Sonya gasped and screamed in pleasure, leaning back on the table, supporting herself with her hands as she arched her back and tossed her thick mane of hair. Her pointy knockers quivered and bounced each time he stroked his horse-meat deep inside of her. Travis whispered husky words of encouragement as he fucked his sexy mother.
He bent down, licking the rosy peaks of her nipples, grabbing them between his teeth and worrying them before letting them snap back in place, bloated and gleaming with spit. "Travis, d-dar-ling, fuck me! FUCK ME!" Sonya moaned in delirious passion, locking her heels at the small of his back and straining forward to meet his hard thrusts.
He pushed her gently down on her back on the table, and climbed up on top of her, planting his hands on either side of her heaving breasts. Staring down into her sex-enfevered face, the handsome stud started to fuck her mercilessly.
Grunts and growls blasted through his clenched teeth as his muscular ass pumped up and down between her spread legs. Hot wet smacking sounds came from between their sweaty bodies.
Sonya writhed and whimpered, her arms thrown back, her fingers twisting spasmodically in her long brown hair. Her luscious body jerked forward violently each time her son plowed her slippery opening full with his dick ... her spit-polished knockers jiggled wildly.
Travis shuddered, closing his eyes as he felt the hungry suction of her elastic pussy around his thickening tool. His big nuts were quivering with heat, and his mind was starting to blur as he felt a telltale twinge at the base of his testicles.
After a few more deeply penetrating strokes, he pulled out suddenly and scrambled forward on the table, straddling his mother's waist. Grabbing her bouncing breasts, he pulled them apart and slapped his slippery meat down between them. Pushing them together again, he began to pump her cleavage, panting hard. Pinching her ripe nipples hard, he tugged and twisted on them as he fucked Sonya's slick cleavage.
The juicy knob of his cock banged up against Sonya's chin as he fucked his Mom's tits. Mewling greedily, she lifted her head and stuck out her tongue, tickling the gooey slit of his cock when it lunged forward.
"Unnnngh ... A-AAAAH! M-Mom, I'm gonna squirt it! Awwww, f-fuck, here it C-CUUUUMS!" Travis screamed, grimacing with pleasure, his sweat-slickened muscles contracting as he heaved forward one last time.
Sonya opened her mouth wide just as his sturdy dick spasmed violently. Big, steamy jets of jizz blasted from the stud's balls, spraying across her cheeks and chin, fountaining into her hungry mouth, trickling in smoky strands down her humming throat.
"J-Jesus ... So fuckin' good ... " Travis gasped, tossing his head as spasms of masculine pleasure continued to wrack his strong young body. Slowly coming to his senses, tingling with the afterglow of ejaculation, the blonde guy lowered himself on top of his buxom mother once more, kissing her lovingly, tasting his own sperm on her satiny tongue.
Sonya moaned, feeling utterly exhausted. Her hands glided down the slippery plane of his strong back. God, she loved Travis! But not as a mother should love a son. She bit her lip in sudden consternation.
Later, as they rode back to the Douglass house on Oleander Avenue, Sonya puffed nervously on a Virginia Slim and said, looking straight ahead, "Travis, dear, I ... I don't think we'd better ... do that again. It's ... it's just not right."
Travis grinned and drawled, "Are you afraid Warren might find out?"
"That would be terrible," Sonya whispered, blushing and lowering her eyes. "He ... he wouldn't understand."
"Don't worry, Mom. I'm cool. Heck, do you think I'm gonna go up to the dude and announce that I've been fucking his wife all afternoon?"
"Oh, Travis, you're so crude!" Sonya sighed, unable to repress a smile. "Please, dear. I just want you to promise me you'll try to ... restrain yourself."
Travis chuckled. "Hey, Mom, you're the boss! I'll do just what you want."
He slid a sly glance at her, and Sonya blushed even more, looking quickly out the window. She bit her lip, realizing with sudden humiliation that in spite of herself, she was going to have sex with Travis again. And as often as she could....
CHAPTER SEVEN
It so happened that before Sonya and Kelley learned that Travis was finally coming home, arrangements had been made for Kelley to visit her father, Clint Petersen, in Pensacola. Kelley loved her father, and eagerly awaited the times when she could be with him.
With his busy lifestyle, however, she only was able to see him once or twice a year, and then only for a short time, rarely more than a few days. This summer, however, Clint had purchased a yacht and was celebrating his recent marriage to his fourth wife by spending time on the yacht. He had invited his daughter to come with them for a cruise.
After her momentous first encounter with her handsome brother, Kelley was most reluctant to leave home just then. But she didn't want to hurt her father's feelings, so she reluctantly went ahead with the planned trip. After all, she consoled herself, I'll only be gone for two weeks, and Travis will be at home at least for the rest of the summer....
Pensacola, Florida, was practically on the border with Alabama, not too far from Mobile. The trip from Amber Springs took about three and a half hours by car.
Clint's younger brother, Lance, lived in a town near Amber Springs and was also invited for the cruise, so it was arranged that Kelley's uncle would pick her up on his way to Florida.
There was a lump in Kelley's throat as she waved out the window of Lance Petersen's scarlet Porsche, watching the figures of her mother and big brother grow smaller and smaller behind her. She quickly pulled her head inside the car and leaned back in the seat, biting her lips to control her tears.
"Why so sad, honey?" Lance Petersen's deep, resonant voice rang out next to her.
Kelley managed a smile. "Oh, nothing, Uncle Lance. It's just that, well, it's so nice to have Travis back again, and ... and I've just started to get to know him again, you know."
Lance grunted sympathetically. "Yeah, I gotcha, babe. It's tough. The timing got a little screwed up, I guess. But the kid'll be around for a while, won't he?"
"Oh, yes. All summer, I hope," Kelley nodded. "I'm just silly. I'm really looking forward to this cruise."
"So am I!" Lance grinned. "Clint's new wife is a real looker, let me tell you!"
"I'm sorry I wasn't at the wedding," Sonya said wistfully.
"Aw, you know your Dad, honey. It was one of those whirlwind things. He met Naomi in Paris and, heck, two weeks later, they were hitched!"
"I know," Sonya said. "Well, I do hope she-likes me. The last one didn't like me at all."
"She was jealous, that's all," Lance said gruffly, sliding a sidelong glance at his nubile niece.
Lance's dick twitched with desire; he experienced a wave of guilt as he found himself staring at the blonde minx's plunging cleavage.
Kelley did look gorgeous that afternoon. Her platinum tresses were separated into two loose ponytails, secured by big blue ribbons, dangling down over her sloping, alabaster shoulders. She wore her red shirt loosely. Only the middle buttons were fastened and the sleeves were rolled up to her elbows. She had knotted the lower part of the blouse just above her navel.
Lance couldn't help but admire the perky slopes of her young breasts. And, damn, the girl's hot pants were something else too....
She had on a pair of tight lavender hot pants which looked much too small, hugging her rounded buns and pressing into the soft slope of her crotch. Her shapely legs were completely bared. On her little feet she had scruffy tennis shoes.
Lance shifted in his seat, his cock starting to painfully stretch the fabric of his trousers. His fingers clutched the steering wheel tightly. What the fuck was wrong with him? Just being next to the eighteen year old girl was almost too much for him. He could hardly control the urge to reach out and grope her leg.
He could smell the soft, enticing perfume she was wearing. Every time he saw Kelley, she seemed to have grown more beautiful, more exciting. He wondered if she was a virgin. No, she couldn't be. Not a girl like that! Not in this day and age! Heck, she was eighteen! And there was something about her, he couldn't put his finger on it, but it was there. A softness, a voluptuousness in the way she moved and talked.
Yeah, she'd been laid all right. And he guessed that part of her reason for being reluctant to leave home was because she was getting fucked regularly and would miss it.
Kelley noticed that her uncle was acting a little strangely. He seemed tense, and he kept looking at her. Her own mind was so often occupied by dirty thoughts these days that at first, she scoffed at the suspicion that he was turned on by her, dismissing the idea as a figment of her sex-enfevered imagination.
But once, as she glanced at him, Kelley spotted a huge lump at his crotch, tenting the front of his well-tailored beige slacks. She nearly gasped, her heart jumping with nervous excitement. She sat there, thinking hard. Out of the corner of her eye, she furtively observed Uncle Lance as if for the first time.
He had always been her favorite uncle. He was a handsome, easy-going guy who had struck it rich in the advertising business and now owned his own company. He was thirty-five, ruggedly good-looking, and in great shape from regular visits to a gym and tennis games three times a week.
Six foot one, Lance was a beefy guy, weighing about two hundred and twenty pounds, most of it solid muscle. His short-sleeved shirt was unbuttoned to the navel that afternoon, baring a good deal of his powerful chest.
Thick, crinkly whorls of dark brown hair foamed over the beefy slabs of his pecs and down his slightly thickening belly. like her father, Lance was a very hairy man. The backs of his strong forearms and hands were dark with hairs.
For some reason, this struck Kelley as being very sexy. He was suave and urbane and very masculine; the epitome of the sexy older man. She studied his face surreptitiously. It was craggy and bronzed, with a stubbornly thrusting lower jaw and lean, hungry cheeks, lightly dusted with beard stubble. His dark, smoldering eyes were shaded by thick brows which met at the bridge of his slightly flattened nose.
His dark hair clustered in unruly clumps on his head, and he had short sideburns. All in all, the more she looked at her Uncle Lance, the more exciting Kelley found him. Before long, her pussy was wet and swollen, chafing uncomfortably against her clinging cotton panties. She squirmed uneasily in the bucket seat, trying to push the erotic fantasies out of her mind.
Lance chatted away breezily, playing the radio for entertainment as they drove along the freeway. And Kelley answered him casually. But both of them were thinking of one thing and one thing only....
They had just crossed the border into Florida when Lance decided to make a few sly comments to test the waters. "You seeing anyone special, Kelley?" he inquired.
Kelley looked at him quickly and said, "No, not really."
"Not really?" he persisted with a grin.
"Well, I've been dating a few guys. But no one special."
"That's hard to believe. Pretty girl like you, you could take your pick of the cream of the crop, it would seem to me!"
"You're such a flatterer, Uncle Lance!" Kelley smiled. "But really, I guess I just haven't met the right guy, that's all."
Something about her tone sharpened Lance's senses. Something was beginning to dawn on him which he couldn't quite believe. "Yeah, it's too bad Travis is you brother, isn't it?" he said huskily.
"What do you mean?" Kelley said sharply, whirling on him, her face stricken with alarm. Lance looked at her in feigned surprise, but a thrill of triumph ran through him as he read the guilt clearly in her eyes. He had been right! Something about the way she said good-bye to Travis had struck him as unusual. Now he realized what it was. There was something more between them than the natural affection of siblings.
"Well, I just mean that the two of you would make a beautiful couple!" Lance said. "Is that the wrong thing to say?"
Kelley blushed hotly, feeling thoroughly confused and humiliated. She cursed herself silently for making that outburst. She had almost let the cat out of the bag. Lance shifted his weight and let his strong legs swing wider apart till one rugged knee brushed against Kelley's bared leg. "I mean, heck, you're my niece and it's sometimes hard for me to remember that!" he drawled. "You're beautiful, Kelley. And I saw the way you were looking at Travis. He's a damn fine-looking fellow. It's a shame, really."
"Well, there's no point in talking about such a silly thing, anyway," Kelley said quickly. "Because it ... it just is utterly silly, that's all."
"It makes you nervous talking about it, doesn't it, Kelley?" he said huskily. His voice was like warm honey. It made her shiver with shock. Her heart was beating hard and she was suddenly acutely aware of the pressure of his leg against hers.
"I ... I guess it does!" she stammered.
"You know, it's really not so awful. I mean, we're taught that incest is forbidden, but heck, in some cultures it's a sign of nobility! Look at the Egyptians! Cleopatra married her brother, you know."
"Oh, Uncle Lance, please!" Kelley burst out, her eyes filling with tears.
Lance looked at her sympathetically, reaching out and patting her knee.
"It's that bad, is it, honey?" he murmured.
Kelley bit her lip and nodded her head jerkily, looking quickly away from him. Lance left his hand on her knee, squeezing it lightly. His dick was threatening to tear right through his trousers. "You and Travis ever screwed around?" Lance asked casually.
"U-Uncle LANCE! I ... I really don't want to TALK about it!" Kelley cried out in anguish.
"But, honey, I think you do! I think it's bothering you, and I just want you to know that there's nothing wrong with it. If two people feel something between one another, it's O.K.! Look at your Mom! Most people in these parts would call her all sorts of names for marrying Warren. But I admire her for it! Listen, if it feels good and two people want to do it, why the heck should there be guilt involved?"
His soothing logic worked like a balm on her stricken consciousness. She realized that he was stroking her leg with his long, thick fingers, but she didn't pull away. She was relaxing. The music from the radio pulsed through her. She felt as though she were sinking into a comforting void.
There was no point in worrying about anything. Just let it flow, Kelley. Just let it flow. Take life as it comes....
Lance's fingers crept up the inside of her thigh. He wiggled a finger into the leg opening of her hot pants and Kelley moaned softly as his finger eased into her panties and grazed against her buttery pussy lips. "I mean, heck, honey," Lance continued, "I'm really turned on by you, you know? Damn, just sitting beside you makes me so hot I can't keep my hands off of you! Now, honey, is that wrong? If it is, I can't help it!"
Kelley whimpered as she felt his nimble fingers pluck open the buttons to her fly. Meekly, she lifted her ass and helped him, pulling down her shorts and undies, wiggling out of them. Now she was naked below the waist, except for her tennis shoes.
Lance was breathing hard now, clutching hold of the wheel with one hand. He licked his dry lips and said hoarsely, "Take off your blouse too, sugar!"
Kelley didn't seem to care that passing motorists might see her do this. She felt as though she was in a dream, no longer in control of her will. She slowly unknotted the blouse and plucked open the two buttons, shrugging the shirt over her shoulders. The creamy cones of her firm young breasts thrust into the air, quivering slightly.
"Oh, Kelley, honey, you're so damn sexy!" Lance whispered, groping her feverishly. He nearly shot his wad in his pants as he glanced down at her spread crotch. The moist pink "V" of her vulva glistened like passion fruit, very lightly dusted with a golden tuft of peach fuzz.
Lance reached down and tugged at his zipper. He undid it ... his sturdy cock thrust between the jagged teeth, slapping up against the steering wheel.
Kelley moaned softly as she stared at her uncle's big dick. It was latticed with lust-engorged veins, fat and throbbing in the air. It was nine inches long, and was the thickest pecker she had ever seen. His blunt, slippery dick-knob was huge, like a large toad-stool, and leaked with glistening pre-come.
She reached out and curled her fingers around Lance's huge cock. They didn't quite make it around the incredibly thick truncheon. A whorish thrill rustled through her as she squeezed his cock, feeling it pulsate against her silky fingers. She stroked her hand up and down his cock.
With her free hand, she caressed her own body, cupping and kneading her aching breasts, strumming her nipples with her thumb, sliding her hand down her midriff and rubbing her sopping snatch.
"Yeah, baby! Play with yourself while you jack my meat! Oh, Kelley, honey! That feels so good! You like it? You like Uncle Lance's big dick?" Lance panted hoarsely, grinding upward with his hips.
"I want to suck it, Uncle Lance," Kelley heard herself say, as if from far away. "Let me suck it, please."
"H-Heck, honey, be my GUEST!" Lance said rasped, lifting his arm and leaning back in the bucket seat.
He was trembling in excitement as his niece bent down, dipping her head between his belly and the steering wheel. He groaned, his sweaty fingers fumbling with the steering wheel as he felt Kelley's warm breath on his blunt dick-tip. "Aaaaaaaah!" he groaned as her velvet-soft tongue fluttered over his urethra.
Kelley spread her wet lips around the hugely thick cock-head. It was so big she had some difficulty fitting it into her mouth. Her jaws felt as though they were about to snap.
Finally, it popped between her lips, flattening her tongue, pressing against the roof of her mouth. She sucked, humming softly.
Her pink cheeks sank inward as she created a vacuum. Her tongue curled around the heavy log of pulsating man-meat and wiggled teasingly. Lance threw back his head and gave a guttural moan of ecstasy, clutching frantically at her head with one hand.
"S-Suck! Suck it, honey!" he growled, heaving upward with his hips.
His fingers dug convulsively into the back of her neck, forcing her down on his turgid meat. Kelley gagged, tears trickling from her eyes as he forced his big dick down her slender throat. Her nose and lips mashed against the cold teeth of his zipper. She felt the fat, meaty cock pulsate against the stretched walls of her throat. She couldn't breathe.
Her senses whirled. He relaxed his grip on her neck and she came up for air, inhaling through her nose a couple of times before swallowing her uncle's musky dick once more.
"NNNNGH! G-Good! Suck! Suck my cock, honey!" Lance gasped hoarsely through clenched teeth, urgently pushing her head up and down on his thickening cock. She munched her way up and down his pecker, moaning with unbridled pleasure, rubbing her swollen pussy lips and twitching clitoris as she sucked Lance's big prick.
"H-Hold it, honey!" Lance gasped suddenly. "We're just about there! Sit up for a moment!" Kelley sat up, panting hard, her mouth hot with the tangy taste of his sweaty meat, her throat raw and aching. She saw that they were on Palisade
Boulevard, where her father's big house was located.
Indeed, she saw the house loom up in front of them on the left. Lance pulled into the drive-way, his spit-slickened meat still thrusting upward through the teeth of his zipper. Kelley reached for her blouse, but he caught her arm and restrained her as he pulled up in front of the garage door.
"Wait, honey," he said hoarsely. "They're in back, by the pool. We have some time ... " He fumbled for the remote control on the dashboard and pushed it. The garage door creaked open ... he drove the Porsche inside. When the door closed behind them, they were bathed in rosy light from the single, flickering bulb on the ceiling of the garage.
Lance was panting hard as he reached down and pulled a lever beside his seat. The bucket seats of the sports car shifted back about three feet and reclined. Kelley squealed in surprise as she flopped onto her back unexpectedly. Lance grinned wolfishly as he reached out to touch her.
Yeah, that special device he'd had installed at great expense in his Porsche was sure paying off, all right!
CHAPTER EIGHT
"I want you to sit on it, Kelley honey!" Lance urged hoarsely. "Come on, babe. Take your uncle's big dick up your wet twat!"
Kelley whimpered in excitement as Lance's strong arm pulled her on top of him. She felt the log, heavy log of his cock thrusting against her spread pussy slit. Desire seared through her loins, making her head spin. She mewled, squirming on top of him, her head grazing against the roof of the Porsche. Her butt was jammed against the steering wheel as she straddled his lap.
She shifted upward, and Lance groped between his legs, fisting his dick and holding it steady. He gripped her by the waist and guided her down on him. Kelley gave a low cry, closing her eyes and shuddering as she felt the blunt head of his cock slowly stretch the quivering opening of her cunt.
She took a deep breath and let her full weight drop on his upright pecker. It spread her open wider and wider. Her eyes snapped open and she gave a strangled scream as sensations so intense they were almost overpowering tore through her. Slowly, she sank down on all nine thick inches of Lance's heavy cock, sobbing shakily as her spread pussy lips squirmed around the fat root. She felt the cold teeth of his zipper chafe her inner thighs.
"Yeah, honey! That's a nice, hot, wet crotch you got there!" Lance hissed, rotating his hips.
He made his dick jerk inside of her, churning it against the silken walls of her vagina. Sonya cried out in joy, running her fingers inside his shirt, raking her nails through his thick body hair.
Lance slid his arms around her hips and clenched hold of the rounded cheeks of her ass. He lifted her up slightly, about half of his cock pulling free. Then, he began to pump. His lower body heaved up and down, faster and faster, propelling his stiff dick to the root in her suctioning cunt again and again.
Kelley screamed with elation, writhing wildly, rolling her hips and pushing down to meet his savage thrusts. Each time the blunt knob of Lance's big cock slammed against the far wall of her vagina, a mind-drenching shock wave of rapture ripped through her, dimming her vision.
"Yeah, ride it, baby! Ride Uncle's horse-meat like a buckin' broncho!" Lance panted. He lifted and dropped her on his thrusting tool, grunts rumbling in his throat as he fucked her tight cunt furiously.
The Porsche creaked and groaned on its axles beneath all that strenuous physical activity. The interior of the car was almost steamy with erotic heat. Lance's opened shirt was soaking through in places with sweat. Kelley's nails dug into the beefy mounds of his tits as she cried out and gasped and bounced on his stiff dick.
It felt so good! So incredibly good! Wild fantasy images filtered through her lust-enfevered mind, like images in a kaleidoscope. She saw herself surrounded by men, all of them touching her, fucking her, feeding her their cocks....
She saw their faces, dimly. Warren ... Travis ... Lance ... And Clint! Her own father! Fucking her, using her, coming in her and on her ... "Aaaaaaaaaaah!" she sobbed, arching her back and heaving violently on top of him.
She whipped her mane of golden hair in a frenzy of passion, moaning with vixenish ecstasy as she came, again and again. Her pussy gushed with love juice, and lights and colors rippled and spasmed behind her dazzled eyes....
Fighting for breath, Kelley slumped forward with a feeble moan, pressing her hot cheek against one of her uncle's heaving pecs, the hairs tickling her flushed flesh. He stroked her hair, stirring beneath her, his hard-on throbbing inside the furnace-hot glove of her cunt. He hadn't come yet....
"Let's get out of the car, honey," Lance whispered hotly.
They disentangled themselves with some difficulty and Kelley staggered out of the car, her honeyed pussy juices running down the insides of her legs. Her knees felt wobbly as she staggered around the car, drawn to the hood by her uncle's strong, insistent hand. He got behind her, gripping her waist, and firmly pushed her forward.
"Bend over the car, honey," he whispered. "Bend over and spread 'em wide!"
She lay across the hood, her quivering breasts flattening against the scarlet top of the car. It was still hot. She rested her cheek on her folded arms. She was slowly regaining control of her senses, faint spasms still quivering through her nerve endings.
Lance tore open his trousers and let them drop around his ankles. His monstrous balls dangled sweatily between his legs. He snarl hungrily as he stepped forward, pushing Kelley's legs even wider apart. The creamy globes of her ass cheeks glistened sexily in the soft rosy light.
He could see the warm, sticky petals of her pussy. Lance gripped his slick tool and eased it up between her legs. Kelley moaned softly, her fingers balling into fists as she felt that huge cock slide deep inside of her once more. She was so tender down there it almost hurt, but she felt her desire returning full force....
"Awww, honey, you got such a hot fuckin' PUSSY!" Lance panted, holding it inside of her for a long moment. He planted his hands on the hood on either side of her and began to fuck. His hairy ass pounded back and forth, driving his prick deep in her sopping snatch, making Kelley squeal and squirm helplessly.
"Yeah, you like Uncle Lance's big meat fuckin' your cunt, don't ya, honey?" he rasped thickly. "Feel it slidin' way up there, sugar! Feel me fuckin' you real good!" He ran his paws up and down her tapering back, from her shoulders to her hips. Then, he leaned over her, sliding his hands beneath her, cupping and kneading her plump young titties.
Then he licked and sucked the back of her neck, whispering lewd things into her ear as he stroked rapidly in and out of her all enfolding snatch. On the right side of the garage, which had space for five vehicles, there were two steps leading up to a doorway into the Petersen house. The door led into the kitchen, and it happened to be opened when Lance pulled into the garage. As he fucked his moaning blonde niece, Lance did not see a shape materialize in the door frame.
It was the figure of a breathtakingly beautiful woman. She was very petite, with slender, sloping legs, a trim waist and perfectly sculpted, pointy breasts. She wore a revealing peach-colored bikini which did little to hide the sleek lines and contours of her almost girlish body.
Her hair was velvet black, tumbling nearly to her elbows in straight, silken strands. Her face was almost round and olive-complexioned. The features were delicately chiseled; a mite too perfect, perhaps. A careful eye would detect in that face the work of an expensive plastic surgeon.
Her almond-shaped eyes were slanted with long black lashes. They were amber-colored eyes, Oriental and bewitching. Her nose was tiny and upturned. Her lips were full and sulky. She was holding a towel, and her flesh still gleamed with water from the pool.
Naomi Petersen stood there silently for some time, a soft, enigmatic smile creasing her voluptuous lips as she watched her brother-in-law fuck the daughter of her new husband. She was weighing her options, making little schemes.
Naomi had always been a schemer. How else had she risen from obscurity, the daughter of a Japanese whore and a U.S. soldier, a disgrace in her homeland, without a penny to her name? Perhaps Naomi was aroused by what she was watching. Yes, she ? ?was?? aroused. Very much so. But she was scheming nonetheless....
Lance staggered back, panting hard, sweat dripping from his burly body as his stiff prick popped out of Kelley's juicy cunt and slapped against his hairy belly. He licked his lips hungrily, grabbing his slippery tool and pushing it between Kelley's lily white buns.
Kelley gave a low whimper, reaching out and gripping the windshield wipers as she steeled herself to take his dick up her back road. It was so big! So thick! She knew it would hurt a little, at first. But she also knew that it would start to feel good, incredibly good.
Warren had taught her that. Her horny black stepfather liked nothing more than sodomizing his wife's gorgeous blonde daughter. "Aaaaaaah!" she screamed brokenly, grimacing and arching her back as he pushed forward.
"Easy!" Lance hissed, gripping her hips tightly. He groaned as the hot ring of her anus snapped snugly around the head of his cock. It was a tight fit, so tight it almost hurt his cock.
He felt the liquid heat of her colon dragging at his tool ... lust seared through his balls. "Take it!" he grunted, slamming forward hard.
Kelley clenched her teeth to keep from screaming, whipping her disheveled blonde hair from side to side as sharp pain burned through her barbarically stretched anus. Tears brimmed in her eyes and she sobbed brokenly. But already, the pain was abating. She shuddered gratefully as the dark, silken fingers of rectal pleasure began to twist in her guts.
She arched her back, lifting her plump buns into the air as Lance's hairy thighs slapped up against them. He groaned, holding himself inside of her for a moment. Then he screwed her ass with brute force, grunting savagely, slapping and wrenching at her wriggling buns, turning them rosy as he spanked them.
He peeled her buns wide apart with his thumbs, watching as his huge dick speared up into the pink "O" of her ass-hole.
"Yeah, slut! You like that, huh?" he panted, his sweaty balls slapping heavily against her dripping snatch. He pushed her forward, climbing on the edge of the hood behind her, forcing Kelley up on her hands and knees.
Gripping her hips like handle-bars, the muscular stud slammed in and out of her tight ass hard and fast. Little yelps and breathless squeals of dazed delight burst from between Kelley's lips as he pounded her guts full of stiff meat.
Each thrust of his cock nearly knocked the breath out of her. And each thrust felt even better than the last, lighting raging fires within her, fires which traveled from her ass to her pussy.
She sobbed and gyrated with rapture, rolling her ass and pushing back to meet his thrusts, her dangling titties flopping wildly back and forth. "Ooooh, G-God, I'm going to C-CUUUM!" she screamed suddenly, nearly ripping the windshield wipers right off the car, going into a frenzy of passion.
"Y-Yeah, baby! Lemme feel you come! Do it, sugar! DO IT!" Lance panted, redoubling his efforts, slapping her slick ass cheeks hard.
He bellowed in pleasure as his niece jerked and writhed in the throes of a multiple orgasm. Her oven-hot rectal glove squirmed and sucked around his big dick like a thousand slippery fingers. "AA AAA WWW, H-HONEY, TAKE MY LOAD!" Lance roared hoarsely, heaving forward one last time.
He buried his thickening pecker to the balls in her steamy ass one last time and Kelley sobbed weakly as she felt it go off inside of her like a geyser. Hot, thick jets of sperm sprayed deep in her bowels, bloating her belly. She could feel each spasm of that thick, macho dick as Lance squirted his seed inside of her.
Weakly, she flopped forward on the hood of the car, moaning softly, fighting for breath. She shuddered as she felt Lance's thick dick slowly pull out of her tender, ass.
"That was nice, honey," Lance said huskily, patting her butt. "We better get ourselves together now." As he helped Kelley down from the hood of the Porsche, Lance glanced nervously at the door to the house for the first time.
The figure which had stood there minutes before was gone.
CHAPTER NINE
Kelley liked her father's new wife. Naomi Petersen was petite, ravishingly beautiful, and utterly charming. She dressed in exotic Oriental attire, but spoke flawless, cultivated English.
Clint was proud as a peacock of his Japanese-American spouse. She was twenty-five, looked like a teenager, and was a wild cat between the sheets. What more could a lusty thirty-nine year old entrepreneur ask for? Clint had done well for himself in the past ten years. He had expanded in the newspaper business, now owning three of the biggest papers in Florida. And all along, he had been investing in lucrative real estate which was now reaping in incredible profits.
His new yacht, the Esmeralda, was his newest toy, and he was almost as proud of the vessel as he was of his new wife.
Clint was pleased that his daughter had accepted the invitation to join them on the yacht. He felt slightly guilty about neglecting his parental duties over the years. He knew that Travis still held a grudge against him because of that. He would try to make up for the past by giving his children as much attention and financial assistance as he could.
The man was almost overwhelmed by Kelley's beauty that summer. It had been almost a year since he had seen her last, and she had done a lot of growing up in the interim. His "Princess," as he always called her, was no longer a little girl. She was a woman. He saw that right away, not merely in her looks, but in her attitude.
She carried herself with the sinuous grace of a jungle cat. like Lance, he sensed immediately that Kelley was sexually active. And whereas in the past, the idea of his precious child engaging in sex had disturbed him, now he found it more than a little intriguing....
The Petersen party set out on the cruise the morning after Lance and Kelley came to Pensacola. The Esmeralda was certainly an impressive vessel. A gorgeous sixty footer, she was splendidly trimmed and had a crew of six. The plan was for them to sail off the coast of Florida right down to the Keys and back, taking their time.
Clint threw a lavish party for his guests on their first night at sea. In addition to his family, there were also two business associates on the cruise with their wives. They ate a sumptuous meal and then danced in one of the staterooms, drinking literally gallons of fine Moet champagne. Before long, Kelley was more than a little tipsy, and the swaying of the yacht was starting to make her dizzy.
As she staggered in exhaustion off the dance floor, gentle fingers closed around her wrist and she looked around into the soft, exotic eyes of Naomi Petersen. The Oriental beauty smiled at her and said sympathetically, "Tired, Kelley?"
"A little!" Kelley admitted ruefully. "I guess I've had a bit too much to drink!"
"Why don't you and I go down to my cabin and relax a little?" Naomi suggested pleasantly.
"That sounds delightful to me," Kelley said gratefully.
*****
Soon, they were in Naomi's beautifully decorated room below decks. There was a four poster bed and antique mahogany furniture, and a thick Persian carpet covered the floor. Naomi turned on some exotic Oriental music and dimmed the lights. Sexy somehow. Slightly pink and exotic. Kelly began to feel the juices flowing at the thought of what they were about to do. A first for her. And untried things are most persuasive if you're adventurous.
Gesturing for Kelley to take a seat on the bed. "We'll get all cozy and have some brandy, all right?" the Oriental vixen said softly.
They toasted one another and sipped the brandy, chatting like old girlfriends, though they'd known one another for barely twenty-four hours. "Kelley, I hesitate to ask you this, but ... " Naomi said after a while, her voice trailing off coyly.
Kelley giggled, quite gay from all the alcohol she had consumed. Impishly, she said, "Oh, come on, Naomi! Let's be open with one another! What were you going to say?"
Naomi giggled, too and said, "Well, I just wondered if you ever smoke grass?"
"Oh, sometimes. Not very often, though," Kelley said.
"Would you like to smoke some now? I have some great Columbian marijuana!" Naomi asked.
"O.K.! " Kelley said.
Soon, they were giggling like idiots as they passed a fat, potent joint between them. Kelley hadn't had this much fun in ages! Everything seemed rosy and funny, and her flesh seethed with soft, tingly sensations. She began to look at Naomi a lot, and realized that they were reclining against the pillows, very close to one another.
Naomi was so beautiful! She was just gorgeous! Naomi wore a sexy crimson Chinese dress with a high collar and a slit up the side. It molded closely to the subtle slopes of her slender body.
Kelley's pink party dress, with a blue sash and shoulder straps and a frilly hem, looked just as good on her. Her golden hair fell lambently about her bare shoulders, and her lovely face was flushed and happy.
Suddenly, Naomi leaned forward and caressed the side of Kelley's face, looking searchingly into her eyes. "You are so very beautiful, my dear," the Oriental woman murmured softly. "You quite arouse me!"
Kelley stared at her blankly, a slow, shocking realization coming over her that Naomi was putting the make on her! Everything was whirling and fuzzy and bright. As if in a dream, she saw Naomi's full red lips loom closer and closer, and then felt their pressure on her mouth. She felt Naomi's tapering fingers knead her rounded breasts.
Kelley moaned weakly as Naomi's darting tongue flickered between her lips and touched her own. Desire fanned through her, desire for this woman! Kelley had never entertained lesbian fantasies before, and now, in her drugged, inebriated state, the idea appealed to her a great deal. She was trembling with breathless excitement as Naomi broke the kiss.
"Do you mind?" Naomi purred.
Kelley shook her head. "N-No!"
"Let's get more comfortable, shall we?" Naomi said, sitting up and unbuttoning her dress.
Kelley fumbled with the zipper to her dress, staring at Naomi as the older woman swiftly undressed. She had a beautiful body, small and well-formed. Naomi's breasts were apple-sized cones of olive-hued flesh, capped by big, juicy red nubbins. Her waist was very slender, and her hips sloped ever so slightly.
A muff of jet black hairs clustered above the pink slit of her slick, "V" shaped twat. Naomi swayed over to where Kelley was struggling with her dress and gently, deftly, helped her out of it. Kelley turned to face Naomi, they stood there, looking at one another as if for the first time.
Kelley whimpered softly as she felt the Oriental woman's fingers plucking at her aching nipples. She gasped as Naomi lifted Kelley's right breast to her mouth.
Naomi purred as she suckled the blonde girl's tit, drawing the nipple and a good deal of the surrounding white flesh into her mouth, milking it hungrily.
"Aaaaaah, y-yeeees ... " Kelley sighed, stroking Naomi's long black hair, pleasure washing through her.
Naomi gently explored Kelley's body with her lithe fingers, and the feathery touch of her hands made the blonde girl gasp and shiver with erotic excitement.
Naomi moved slowly down Kelley's body, her tongue slithering over the soft plane of her belly. Falling to her knees in front of the white girl, the Oriental beauty buried her face in Kelley's silken thighs. "Oooooh, N-Naomi! G-God!" Kelley gasped, clutching frantically at the older woman's head as Naomi's tactile tongue fanned back and forth across the pulpy lips of Kelley's labia.
Naomi ferreted out the tender clove of Kelley's clit and strummed it hungrily, making the white girl cry out and gyrate in rapture.
Kelley moaned and panted, heaving her hips back and forth, bumping her streaming pussy against Naomi's upturned, beautiful face, pleasure searing through her as Naomi tongued her twat.
Naomi sat back on her haunches, panting hard, her lower face slick and glistening with Kelley's love juice. Then, Naomi rose to her feet, taking Kelley's hand.
"Come," she said softly. "Let's go to bed."
They lay down together, embracing passionately. Kelley sought Naomi's ruby lips, kissing her hungrily. Their eager tongues entwined. Their fingers explored one another's breasts, plucking, stroking, caressing, squeezing....
There was something exciting about touching another woman's breasts, Kelley found. She liked the fact that her hands almost entirely enclosed the perky slopes.
She caressed them curiously, feeling the ripe nipples sprout urgently against her grinding palms. Breaking the kiss, she moved slowly down Naomi's body, licking and kissing her smooth, yellowish flesh, enjoying its exotic flavor. "Aaaaaaah, K-Kelley, yes, suck my breast!" Naomi gasped joyously as Kelley closed her lips around one of the older woman's nipples.
Kelley suckled it lovingly, plucking the other nipple between her forefinger and thumb. She felt the nipple sprout in her mouth like a fat grape. She let it pop out of her mouth and lapped and sucked at its twin, all the while stroking and squeezing the mounds of Naomi's breasts.
Naomi was moaning and squirming on the satin bed sheets now, spread-eagled and panting. Kelley rolled on top of her, grinding her pussy against Naomi's. As their clits rubbed together, the two girls cried out in delight, embracing one another and writhing and straining together, kissing passionately.
Kelley broke away from Naomi, panting hard. She was trembling with passion now. She wanted to taste Naomi's pussy juice. She wanted to lick it....
She scrambled down between the Oriental girl's spread legs. Naomi whimpered in excitement, fingering her firm little breasts. She arched her back, uttering a short cry of ecstasy as the blonde girl's velvety tongue glided up and down the tender petals of her pussy lips.
"Aaaah, y-yeees, Kelley, yeeees!" Naomi exclaimed shakily, tossing her long jet-colored hair frantically.
Kelley rubbed her face into the slippery folds, loving the tangy sweetness and the musky fragrance. She sucked and licked the pulpy labia, tickling Naomi's clit with her taster till the older woman was nearly shrieking in delight.
Kelley let her tongue slither rapidly in and out of Naomi's gushing hole, gladly lapping up her libations. She lifted her face, panting and slowly inserted two fingers between the folds of Naomi's cunt.
"Oh, yes, masturbate me, darling!" Naomi cried out. "Pump your fingers up my pussy, Kelley!"
Kelley felt the hot, slippery suction of the Oriental woman's cunt grip tightly around her fingers as she plunged them in and out of her. She twisted her fingers around inside of the older woman, testing the elasticity of her hot box.
Kelley leaned down and licked and blew warm air on Naomi's quivering clit as she pumped her fingers faster and faster into the gasping Oriental's quim.
All at once, Naomi gave a strangled scream, her back arching in a bow. Her hands clutched convulsively at the bed posts and she tossed her hair wildly from side to side, bucking her loins rapidly against Kelley's fingers and tongue. "Aiiiieeeeee!" she screamed. "I'M C-CUUUUUMING!"
Kelley purred as she felt Naomi's hot vaginal muscles clench spasmodically around her pumping fingers. She pulled them out of her and pushed her face between the buttery folds of flesh, lapping up the musky juice which spilled from the woman's twat.
Behind them, there was a clicking sound as the cabin door swung open. There was a pause and then a deep, mocking voice rang out.
"Well, well, well! What have we here?"
Naomi and Kelley gasped, springing up in shock and consternation. There, standing in the doorway, grinning like Cheshire cats, were the lusty brothers, Clint and Lance Petersen. Dressed to the nines, but looking more than a little bleary eyed. Both women allowed their eyes to stray to the front of the men's pants. They could tell by the straight arrows in their pants that they'd been watching the hot scene for some time.
CHAPTER TEN
"D-Daddy!" Kelley squealed in mortification, sitting bolt upright on the bed next to Naomi.
"Clint!" Naomi cried, but there was a sly flicker in her slanted amber eyes. Both ladies were panting with desire, their luscious bodies tingling with sexual excitement and the effects of alcohol and drugs.
Both of the Petersen brothers were pretty smashed, too. They looked enormous to Kelley, towering shoulder to shoulder inside the doorway, staring at her and Naomi with blazing eyes.
Clint Petersen's dick was rapidly expanding along the leg of his trousers as lust seared through him. Damn! His own daughter was getting it on with his hot Oriental wife! He couldn't believe how luscious Kelley looked in the buff. Her creamy knockers were rising and falling as she breathed unsteadily. The moist "V of her pussy glistened in the lambent light, dripping with love honey and saliva.
Clint looked at Lance. Lance winked at Clint. Clint drawled, "What d'you say, Lance? Wanna join these gals?"
"Sounds good to me, man!" Lance echoed, flashing a wolfish grin.
Immediately, the two burly brothers began to strip, shedding their tuxedos as fast as they could. Kelley sat on the edge of the bed gaping at them in awe.
Naomi edged up next to her, slyly sliding a hand between the blonde girl's legs and caressing the moist petals of Kelley's hot twat. Kelley whimpered as Naomi's fingers edged up between the folds of her labia and began to slide up inside of her. "Kiss me!" Naomi hissed, leaning forward.
Mechanically, Kelley obeyed, shuddering as the older woman's full lips pressed passionately against her own. They kissed hard, their tongues tangling, swapping spit. Kelley reached out and grasped hold of Naomi's perky breasts, pinching her ripe nipples between her knuckles. The nubile ladies mewled and squirmed in pleasure as they made out.
The Petersen brothers were panting hard as they kicked off their trousers and undershorts, stumbling forward wearing only black socks.
Clint Petersen was older than Lance, but just as handsome and even more powerfully built. Six foot two, two hundred and sixty pounds of beefy muscle, the rugged newspaper man had short-cropped black hair and blazing smoke gray eyes set in a craggy, copper-toned face.
His jaw-line thrust forward belligerently, and his lips were thin and cruel, parting to reveal strong white teeth. He had a cleft chin and his lean cheeks were dark with a five o'clock shadow.
Clint had very broad shoulders and a thick, bull-like neck. His beefy torso was covered with thick, coiling ringlets of sweaty black hair. Between the muscular trunks of his hairy legs erupted a positively huge pecker. It was eleven inches long, almost as fat around as a beer can.
It pulsated with bestial excitement as he strode up to the bed where his wife was passionately kissing his daughter. Clint's cock reared upward like a club, etched with veins, capped by a greasy, heart-shaped crown which copiously leaked.
His heavy, hairy balls swung almost half-way to his knees, quivering and bloating with manly sperm.
Lance came up beside him, and the two men stood there, watching greedily as Naomi stroked her fingers in and out of the blonde girl's twat while Kelley played with the Oriental woman's titties.
"Yeah, Naomi, pump that slut's tight pussy!" Clint growled huskily, stroking his tool.
Lance sat down on the edge of the bed next to Naomi. He groped between her legs, cupping the moist, furry mound of her little snatch, slithering his thick middle finger between her lips.
Naomi squealed into Kelley's mouth as her husband's brother shoved his digit deep in her cunt and wiggled it around. Her slick pussy muscles vibrated and milked around his plunging finger; Lance growled in pleasure.
Lance shifted forward, falling to his knees on the carpeted floor between Naomi's legs. He gripped her knees, pushing her knees wide apart. Plunging his handsome face between her olive-hued legs, Lance greedily pressed his lips against the parted folds of her pussy. The musky tang of her love juice made his stiff joint jerk in excitement.
He tongued her hungrily, swiping his licker up and down the slick folds of flesh, tantalizing the puckered bead of her clit with his tip, making her buck and squirm in delight. He wallowed in the spread, gooey folds of her vagina, letting his tongue slide way up inside of her and wiggle around.
Naomi clutched desperately at her brother-in-law's head, swiveling her hips as she squeezed at his long tongue with her pussy lips, pleasure burning through her loins. She broke the kiss with Kelley and threw back her head, giving a low sob.
Kelley sat back panting, dizzy with wild excitement. Looking up, she gasped as she saw her big, hairy stud of a father looming above her, sporting a raging hard-on, the biggest she had ever seen!
"Hey there, Princess!" Clint leered, waving his prick before her dazzled blue eyes. "Like Daddy's thick meat?"
"Oh, D-Daddy!" Kelley gasped. "It's ... It's so big!"
"Suck it, baby!" Clint demanded reaching out and digging his fingers into the back of her head, pulling her forward forcefully. He swung his hips from side to side, slapping his huge meat back and forth across his daughter's flushed cheeks. The pungent aroma of man-sex made Kelley's eyes and mouth water with wanton excitement.
She moaned, reaching up and closing her fingers around the lower part of his upright dick. Her hand didn't quite make it around the heavy, pulsating stem. She pulled the big dick to her greedy, panting mouth, raining hot kisses on the pulpy head. Clint moaned as the young girl's wet tongue slithered in expanding circles over his dick-knob, painting it with spit.
"Awwww, y-yeah, Princess, suck! Suck Daddy's big dick!" he said, clutching urgently at her head.
Slowly, Kelley wrapped her pink lips around the blunt cock-head. Her jaws strained wider and wider apart in order to accommodate the immense proportions of her father's over-sized pecker. Abruptly, it popped inside; she hummed in pleasure, slurping on it like an all day sucker. She rolled her silken taster all around the bulbous knob and slurped her way slowly down the heavy, corrugated shaft.
Kelley choked as the knob rammed against her throat, cutting off her oxygen supply, bringing tears to her eyes. Bravely, she forced herself to relax, swallowing hard.
A convulsive shudder wracked her nubile body as she felt her constricted throat strain around the big meat. Clint bellowed in satisfaction as all eleven inches of his bull-meat disappeared between his daughter's warm red lips.
"Y-Yeah, deep-throat my big fuckin' cock, Princess!" Clint roared, rolling his hips and stirring his cock in Kelley's humming gullet.
He eased back till his cock-head popped out of her throat, allowing Kelley to suck down some air before her fed her all of his stiff tool once more. Clint grunted in bestial satisfaction, twisting and tugging at Kelley's tresses.
He swung his hips masterfully back and forth, pumping his big cock down her moaning throat hard and fast. His sweaty balls slapped a rhythmic tattoo against her chin ... and he whispered strident words of encouragement as she sucked his dick.
"Oooooh, y-yes, lick my cunt, Lance, lick it!" Naomi cried out joyously, bucking upward and banging her wet pussy against Lance Petersen's handsome face.
Lance was masturbating furiously as he rubbed his mouth and nose into the soft folds of his brother's wife's spread snatch, sliding his tongue rapidly in and out of her.
With a low growl, he pulled his head from between her legs, his lower face dripping with her lotion. Moving up to her pert breasts, he mauled them in his beefy paws, making Naomi whimper and squirm.
"Aaaaaaah ... " she moaned as the muscular stud's hungry lips latched around her right tit, wolfing it into his mouth.
He sucked it ravenously, his teeth grazing against the sensitized bud of Naomi's bloated nipple. He washed his greedy tongue all over the silken cone, tracing the pebbly halo surrounding her erupting nubbin.
Grabbing her ripe nipple between his strong teeth, he nibbled it and twisted it away from her body, making Naomi shriek in mingled pain and pleasure. Then, Lance let go of her right tit and it jiggled in the air, slick and glistening with his spit. He dove down on her other tit and pushed Naomi on her back on the bed ...
"Yeah, baby, you suck good dick!" Clint Petersen muttered gruffly, slapping his manhood against his gasping daughter's face, smearing it with spit and pre-come. "Now get down there and suck your Daddy's big balls!"
"MMMMM!" Kelley purred, cupping his heavy testicles in both hands and brushing her lips against them. The wiry hairs tickled her nose, and the pungent aroma made her pussy spasm with excitement. She tongued her father's egg-shaped gonads, swirling her taster all over the scumbag.
Tilting back her head, the girl let his sweaty nuts drape over her lower face and lewdly tongued at the underside of his scrotum.
"Awwwww, P-Princess, suck my fuckin' BALLS!" Clint moaned, jacking his thick, spit-imbued cock.
Kelley tried to take each nut into her mouth, but they were just too big so she settled for slurping on them from the outside, feeling them twitch and tighten with bestial satisfaction.
Abruptly, Clint stepped away from her, panting hard. He grabbed her hand, hauling his blonde daughter to her feet. "Hot little girl ... " he muttered thickly as he put his brawny arms around her slender middle, grabbing her in an iron grip.
Kelley moaned as her aching breasts were flattened against his muscular, hirsute chest. She threw back her head, panting in excitement as she offered her warm, full lips to her sex-crazed father.
"Yeah, you need it bad, don't ya?" Clint murmured before crushing his cruel mother to hers.
He kissed her hard, nearly squeezing the breathe out of her. His long, swarming tongue explored his daughter's sweet mouth;she sucked it in return.
Kelley squirmed and wriggled against his big torso, thrilling with excitement as she felt the heavy log of his pecker pulsating between their bellies. Dimly, she heard Naomi gave a broken scream of ecstasy behind her. Lance groaned, and there was the sound of creaking bed springs as Kelley's lusty uncle started to fuck his brother's Oriental wife.
Clint pushed his daughter away from him abruptly, pressing down on her shoulders, his gray eyes blazing with imperious passion. "Get down on all fours, baby!" he ordered gruffly.
Kelley scrambled obediently on the rug, staring up at him with her limpid baby blues, expectant with desire. Her full, pink-tipped breasts swung down nearly to the carpet; she arched her back, rolling her creamy buns coquettishly.
"Damn, Princess, you sure are hot!" Clint muttered as he fell to his knees behind her. He fisted his pulsating whanger, pushing it up between her legs. Kelley gave a choked whimper, chewing her lower lip and closing her eyes as she felt the blunt knob of her father's cock jam up against her vulva.
Clint's strong hands clamped tightly around her slender waist. He gave a guttural grunt, heaving forward hard.
Kelley threw back her head and screamed, her slippery pussy walls gaped wide around his manhood.
Clint roared his pleasure as inch after inch of his bull-meat plowed forward, sliding deep into his daughter's fuck-pouch.
His dick-head jammed against the far wall of her cunt, stuffing her full, and Kelley squirmed and sobbed, clenching at his meat with her healthy vaginal muscles. "Ohhhh, Daddy, fuck me! Fuck me hard!" she moaned weakly.
Her fingers curled into the carpet as he began to hump. His corrugated cock slipped rhythmically in and out of the moist, suctioning pucker of her cunt, pulling back till only the knob was lodged inside of her, and then ramming forward to the hilt.
Each time Clint rammed his dick up his eighteen year old's twat, she gave a low cry of bitch passion, whipping her blonde tresses wildly from side to side, pushing back ... impaling herself again and again on his pounding cock.
"Yeah, take it, little girl. Take meat." Clint muttered, banging into her hard and fast.
Meanwhile, on the bed, Naomi was sucking Lance's thickening pecker, fluttering her fingertips over his hairy balls as her warm lips and vibrating tongue wreaked havoc on his sturdy tool. "Aaaaaaaawwww!" he grunted, the tendons on his neck expanding as he clutched frantically at her head. "Take it, honey! Take my LOAD!"
Naomi's eyes widened and she gave a choked mewl of delight as big, pungent jets of man-cream burst over her tongue, filling out her checks and nearly drowning her as she swallowed again and again....
"Oh, Kelley, baby, you got such a nice tight pussy!" Clint panted, leaning over his daughter, sliding his arms around her and grabbing hold of her sleek tits. He crushed her breasts hard till the resilient white flesh oozed between his knuckles. He whispered incoherently as he tongued the inside of her ear.
His muscular, hairy ass heaved back and forth vigorously, sawing his stiff dick in and out of her snatch.
Kelley yelped and whimpered, pleasure blazing within her, making her vision dim and her heart thump. She felt something quiver at the quick of her being. A molten gathering of heat rushed like a whirlwind from her womb to her crotch.
The teenager threw back her head and screamed in joy as she started to come. Wave after wave of the mind-shattering orgasm wracked her body. Her love juices flowed around Clint Petersen's pumping cock.
"Gonna make me shoot, Princess! Gonna make Daddy shoot his hot load up your tight pink pussy! Aaaaaaaaah...."
He shuddered ... his lower body slamming forward one last time, driving his eleven inch sex-tool to the root inside of his sobbing daughter once more.
Kelley gasped in wanton pleasure, lowering her flushed face onto the floor as she felt hot, sticky squirts of man-jizz fountain inside of her, bloating her spasming pussy to the brim....
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Fighting back tears, Sonya Douglass downed her fourth martini. Her head was reeling and she felt as though everything were moving in slow motion.
She lay sprawled on the divan in her room, wearing only a pale silk negligee which rustled against the full, globes of her breasts. She wore nothing else, and the breeze from the fan rustled apart the folds of the negligee, baring her sexy legs and the moist "V" of her pussy. It was so hot today! And the air conditioner was broken. Of course, there was another reason she was getting drunk. Warren had left her. Her beloved black husband was gone....
Tears filled her eyes as she remembered the tremendous fight they had had the night before, when she accused him of seducing her daughter.
Instead of denying it, he had flaunted it, telling her that Kelley was a better lay than she had ever been ... It was too horrible to remember. She had slapped him ... he packed a bag and left. She doubted whether they would ever be reconciled now. Oh, God, she was horny ... Desire was creeping through her scantily clad, over-heated body.
Her nipples were swollen and sensitive. She ran her fingers inside the garment, touching her glossy, warm flesh, working her way between her legs. She gave a low moan as she brushed her fingers over the fleshy lips of her cunt. Need gnawed deep within her like the teeth of a predator. She needed cock ... God, how she needed it.
She sat up quickly and her head reeled as she made her way to her dresser. Pulling open the lingerie drawer, she fumbled among her panties and found what she wanted. She shuddered as she held the long, ivory-smooth vibrator close to her breasts, crossing unsteadily to the bed.
Flinging herself upon the sheets, she undid the belt of her negligee and pulled it open. With a nimble twist, the vibrator hummed in her hand, sending a delicious tingle through her flesh. Sonya gave a low cry of pleasure as she applied the tapered tip to one of her rivet-like nipples.
Rapture scorched through the lady as slowly, lasciviously, she drew the vibrator over her body, from breast to breast, stimulating her nipples till they were swollen, aching fingers of sensation.
She ran the counterfeit penis endless down the soft plane of her midriff to the slick, parted lips of her labia. "Oooooh, GOD!" Sonya cried out, arching her back as white hot ecstasy knifed through her. She rotated the tip of the vibrator over the aching clove of her clitoris ... the thrill of erotic pleasure cascaded through her in satiny waves, making her hot pussy gush.
She bit her lower lip, choking back a sob as she slowly worked the smooth tip of the humming object between her sticky cuntal lips.
She felt herself spread around it. It slowly within her, buzzing against the clinging, dripping walls of her pussy, making her entire body quiver and writhe in helpless abandon.
Next, she clutched at the vibrator with both hands, shoving it inside of her, moaning as it pumped all the way up her pussy. Then, she began to pump it in and out of her, slowly at first, then faster and faster. The shock-waves of mounted and grew more and more intense. She was heaving, sobbing, gasping on the rumpled sheets, bucking with her hips as the plunging object drove her to heights of cunt-satiating euphoria.
Her climax burst within her like a fiery flower, blossoming deep in her vagina, spreading its silken petals to every nerve ending in her body as she came and came, and came again....
"Mom! Oh, Mom!" It was Travis' voice, husky with awe and lust. She thought she was dreaming. She must be dreaming! Travis was in town, with some friends. She was all alone here. Wasn't she? Sonya opened her eyes and gave a weak, startled cry.
Travis stood at the foot of the bed, staring at her with blazing gray eyes. They were his father's eyes, and as they burned into her heaving body, they seemed to rape her.
The muscular young ex-G.I. wore a tee shirt and running shorts. The shirt clung to his like a second skin, soaked through with sweat in places. There was a huge bulge in the crotch of his shorts, practically lifting the elastic right off his belly.
His eyes were fastened on his mother's spread pussy, with the vibrator still lodged deep inside of it. "T-Travis, what arc you doing here?" Sonya gasped weakly. He climbed onto the foot of the bed, between her legs. Sonya whimpered as his strong hands ran down her legs, from knees to thighs. He pushed her hands aside, gripping the end of the vibrator, pulling it out of her.
It came free with a wet popping sound, glistening with his mother's honeyed love juice.
Travis lifted the still-humming vibrator to his lips and started to lick it like an ice cream cone, staring at her with lust-darkened eyes as he did this. With his free hand, he rubbed the thickening lump in his shorts.
"Travis, what arc you doing?" Sonya cried, sitting up in the bed, trembling with confused emotions, her senses reeling.
"You turn me on, Mom," Travis said. "Damn, you turn me on...."
He pushed the end of the vibrator against Sonya's spread pussy lips and stroked it inside of her, making his mother moan with fresh desire. "Yeah, Mom, you need it bad, don't you?" Travis muttered huskily.
He moved up on the bed, lying on his side next to her, slowly stroking the vibrator in and out of her sopping twat. Sonya cried out as her handsome son bent down and brushed his lips over the swollen peak of her right breast.
"Oh, Travis, we shouldn't be doing this," she whispered shakily.
Travis lifted his head and grinned at her, silencing Sonya by crushing his lips to hers, kissing her hard. He was pounding the vibrator into her cunt faster and harder now.
Sonya squirmed against his hand, sucking his tongue, desire and delight singing through her nerve endings. She moaned as he pulled the vibrator out of her pussy and covered her snatch with his strong fingers.
He played with his mother's cunt, plucking at the slippery labia, pushing two fingers way up inside of her and stretching them apart. Travis broke the kiss, moving down to his mother's full, heavy breasts, moaning as he buried his face into her deep cleavage. He kneaded her knockers, scraping his fingers over the strawberry-stained nipples.
Sonya cried out in passion as her son's hungry lips latched around her right breast, suckling greedily on her ripe nubbin, drawing it into his mouth. Travis gave a muffled groan as he sucked his mother's breast like a baby, tugging and squeezing the other tit all the while. Then, he switched off, lapping and chewing and sucking each of her nipples till they were swollen and sensitive, gleaming with his spit.
"Yeah, Mom, you like having your big tits sucked, don't ya?" Travis muttered thickly, his gray eyes gleaming as he lifted his flushed face from her quivering tits. "Bet old Warren liked fuckin' these big tits of yours, huh?"
"Oh, Travis, you shouldn't say such things," Sonya whimpered, falling back on the bed, dizzy with shock and excitement. She moaned as she felt her son's warm breath on her tummy. Travis stuck out his tongue and washed it slowly down her sleek belly, pausing to swirl the tip of it in the hollow of her navel.
"Oooooooooh, G-God!" Sonya cried out, arching her back and grasping hold of her spit-lubricated breasts. Rapture exploded between her legs as his hungry lips brushed over the ripe lips of her labia. She crushed her breasts in her hands, digging her nails into the creamy flesh.
Little animalistic moans tore from her throat and she tossed her auburn hair from side to side in a frenzy of passion. She bucked upward with her hips as Travis' long, eager tongue glided over the wet petals of her pussy.
Travis moaned as he buried his face in the buttery folds. Lust knifed through his big balls; his cock throbbed through the clinging running shorts. He pushed his tongue deep in her cunt and savored the musky tang. He began to dart his tongue rapidly in and of Sonya's hot hole, making her shriek and gyrate. Travis reached down and fumbled with his shorts, dragging them down around his knees. He was only wearing a jock strap beneath, and his throbbing cock had lifted the elastic right off his muscular belly. He lifted his jock over the solid shaft of his boner and snapped it up beneath his sweaty balls. Fisting his stiffness, Travis slowly stroked his tool as he ate out his mother's wet muff.
"Aaaaah, ycees! Travis, darling, that's ... that's so good! Aaaaaah!" Sonya cried, heaving upward with her hips as he ferreted out the quivering bud of her clitoris.
Travis sat up suddenly, panting hard, his horse-meat jerking obscenely in the air. He quickly dragged his cotton tee shirt over his head, baring his muscular young body.
With a low growl, he kicked off his shorts, leaving his jock snapped up under his balls. He neglected to take off his socks and sneakers. He stood up rather unsteadily on the bed, staring down at his mother with blazing gray eyes, slowly masturbating his big dick. "Get on your knees, Mom," he whispered thickly. "Show your baby boy how much you love him."
Sonya's heart was beating wildly as she got up on her knees, staring up at him with adoration and desire. She whimpered, leaning forward and pressing her face between his bronzed, blonde-tufted legs.
Travis groaned as his mother's warm lips feathered across his wrinkly scumbag. Sonya imbibed the pungent fragrance of her stud son's sweaty crotch, her pussy quivering.
She began to play with her gushing twat, twisting her labia between her long-nailed fingers, rolling the ball of her thumb over her lust-engorged clitoris. Worshipfully, she tongued her muscular son's huge balls all over, making them bloat and tighten with pleasure. "Yeah, suck those balls, Lady. Suck those big fuckin' balls GOOD!" Travis rasped thickly, shuddering in delight.
Sonya ran her tongue up the inside of his thigh, letting it dart through the musky foliage of his honey blonde pubes, batting it to and fro across the fat root of his manhood. She ran her wet pink tongue slowly up and down his stiff, throbbing cock.
"Awwww, baby, that's so fuckin' nice!" Travis groaned happily as his buxom mother polished his manhood with her willing tongue. "Do it, Mom, suck it!"
Sonya took her son's big penis in her mouth. Her senses reeled as the scandalous nature of what she was doing struck her full force, driving her wild with passion. She gurgled and sobbed as she sucked her way right down to the hilt of Travis' throbbing sex-tool. Travis grunted in ecstasy, clutching at her head, rotating his hips as he twitched his erection deep in Sonya's throat.
"Awww, baby, you suck dick GOOD!" he moaned, and started to thrust. Masterfully, he guided Sonya's beautiful face back and forth, cupping it in both strong hands, feeding her his pulsating cock, his sweaty balls slapping up rhythmically against her chin.
Sonya slurped and milked at his dick, purring with overwhelming delight, fluttering her tongue beneath the heavy shaft. She ran her hands up the backs of his strong legs and gripped hold of the sweaty cheeks of his ass, drawing him to her.
"Jeez, Mom, I can't stand it anymore!" Travis moaned, jerking her head back suddenly, his dick popping out of her mouth with a wet squelching sound. "I gotta fuck you! I want to ram my pecker way up your hot pussy!"
He dropped down on the bed, pushing her on her back, and climbed on top of her. Positioning himself above her, Travis stared into his mother's eyes and whispered huskily, "Ever since that time in the studio, Mom, I can't stop thinking about getting it on with you. I want your body. God, how I want it!"
His words seared through her like an aphrodisiac, driving the buxom beauty wild with passion. She clawed at his sweaty, bronzed back, begging him huskily to fuck her. "Aaaaaaaaah!" Sonya screamed, writhing like a snake as her muscular son thrust forward hard, sliding his meat to the balls deep in her. "Ycceccccs!" Travis gasped thickly, holding himself deep inside her hot, suctioning pussy, pleasure swamping his senses like molten honey. His sweaty chest crushed her full, jiggling breasts.
With a low growl, Travis heaved himself up into a push-ups position and began to fuck her hard. His muscular ass pumped up and down and incoherent grunts sprayed from between his clenched teeth.
The bed springs creaked and Sonya cried out, bucking upward to meet his lusty thrusts, impaling herself again and again on the young stud's throbbing member. She looped her legs around his slender middle, digging her heels into the small of his back.
"Ohhh, Travis, darling, fuck me! Fuck your mother, you bastard! Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME! Harder! AAAAAAAAH!"
His rippling belly smacked up against her smooth stomach, and moist sucking sounds came from between Sonya's legs. Her hot cunt gripped and squirmed around the iron-hard shaft of his pump. "Mom, oh, shit, MOM, I'm gonna CUUUUM!" Travis cried out, shuddering as he lunged forward one last time, sliding his cock deep inside of her.
Sonya gave a triumphant scream, raking her nails across his sweaty back as she felt her gorgeous son shoot a thick wad deep inside of her. The force of his ejaculation triggered her own cunt-drenching climax, and she writhed and sobs in the throes of an incredible multiple orgasm....
They lay together for a long time afterwards, murmuring softly, kissing, stroking, staring at one another. "Oh, Travis, I know we should be ashamed of what we've done, but I'm not," Sonya whispered, nuzzling his sweaty chest with her cheek.
"Hell, Mom, now that I've fucked you, I never want to stop," Travis growled, kissing the top of her head. His dick was already getting hard again. A new idea was germinating in his mind, and a slow smile creased his lips.
Kelley was coming home tomorrow. Yeah, wouldn't it be great if he could get Sonya and Kelley in bed ... together? But that's another story....
