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CHAPTER ONE
The bitingly warm taste of the whiskey went down smoothly in the pit of my guts. I had finished my bourbon and water, and as I did I looked across the bed at the fetching sight of my wife, Jane, sitting demurely in her white slip, looking majestic in the penumbra of the night.
My son Mike and daughter Dodie had both gone to bed some one hour earlier, and we were watching the tail end of a lukewarm Warner Brothers melodrama from the early fifties. As the movie drew to an end, the liquor I had swallowed, the lateness of the hour, which brought with it a certain feeling of casual recklessness, and the sexiness Jane exuded as she lay slumped over the top of the bed in the dimly lit bedroom while she watched the movie imparted strong-sexual urges inside me.
Maybe it's because I'm inherently a selfish son of a bitch, but it seemed like the only time I truly appreciated all that Jane represented was when my cock and balls began bulging. That was the way it was right then. At that moment she was the only woman in the world.
I had to admit, by any yardstick, that she looked great, particularly for a woman of almost forty who had not one but two teen-age children.
Her eyes remained focused attentively on the television before her, where Errol Flynn was going through one of his many formulized swash-buckling roles. Her legs were exquisitely tapered, long and lean, with the athletic trimness of a female athlete or a dancer. Jane's long hours of gym exercise had done her in excellent stead. Her breasts were every bit as voluptuous and firm as they had been the day that I had met her shortly after she had graduated from high school better than twenty years earlier, and her creamy flowing white complexion was just as smooth as it had been then. Her blue eyes had retained their youthful sparkle, while her golden hair was every bit as stunning as ever.
As my eyes remained frozen on her, my prick began experiencing an uncomfortable itch. One way or another I would have to get release before I turned in for the night. Jane wasn't always willing to comply with my sex desires, and if she wouldn't that night then I would have to go into the bathroom and beat my meat over the toilet bowl until the cream was released.
The tense sexual anxiety I felt was becoming so acute that I thought about asking Jane immediately to comply with my wishes. But after thinking over that possibility for several seconds I rejected it, since I would be jeopardizing everything. More than likely she would get so angry over being interrupted in the closing stages of a film she was watching that she would decline my invitation outright, whereas, if I could somehow manage to hold my horses, to pull back the meat and play it cool until the film concluded, then just maybe she would be in a good mood and would say yes.
As I sat there, taut and tense, burning up with sexual anxiety, the show finally ended. When
THE END flashed up on that screen you don't know how happy I felt.
I jumped up from the bed, determined to turn the set off before she could get wrapped up in something else. I knew how fond she was of late night talk shows, and my fiery prick had been put off for too long already. I didn't want anymore competition.
As I stooped over and shut off the set, Jane mumbled a little, then registered a protest.
"Why did you do that, dear?" she complained mildly. "I wanted to see Johnny Carson for a few minutes."
"Baby, why don't we ... well, why don't we have ourselves a little fun before we turn in," I walked over to her and looked her squarely in the eye, running my fingers ever so seductively up and down her bare right leg. The electricity was set off inside me from the contact with her. My cock bulged like a slab of concrete. It was that hard, poised and ready for action.
"I'm really kind of tired," she balked. "Can't we make it some other time? Tmorrow night, for instance."
"You weren't too tired to want to watch television," I blurted out, showing my displeasure.
"Well, there's a difference between being too tired for you know what and too tired to watch a little television before turning in. You should know that, dear."
"What I know," I leaned over and whispered confidentially, staring right at her as I spoke, "is that I'm burning up with excitement. Damn it, I need some action. Now have a heart and let your horny husband get his rocks off."
No sooner did I finish my declaration than I became so aroused with passion that I had to do something about it. I encircled my arms tightly around her waist, pushing my trembling lips breathlessly .forward until they pressed resoundingly against her ruby red lips. Our lips locked for the next few seconds and my pulse started pounding out of control. I was pleased to discern her reaction as she gasped and went limp in my arms.
I withdrew my lips quickly from hers, then let my tongue work its way fervently inside her mouth. She happily opened her mouth and permitted my tongue to enter. They spalshed blissfully as my itchy fingers reached out and touched her breasts.
Her tits felt smooth and creamy in my grasp, and my fingers continued massaging them as our tongues continued to slide. I finally removed my tongue from her mouth as I squeezed her nipples several times, causing her to let out a gasp, and causing her body to quiver nervously.
"I'm gonna strip you clean," I announced, "and then I'm gonna give you a good fuck."
"Oh, baby, you're overpowering me," she sighed.
"You're damned right, and this is just the beginning."
"Oh, I'll just bet it is."
That was one thing about Jane. When she was in the mood you could tell it. But sometimes she didn't show it until after you were already into the act. Often she had to be coaxed, such as I had done, before she realized that she wanted action.
My fingers tweaked and squeezed her nipples while I went to work prying off her slip. My fingers were trembling with anticipation as I greatly desired seeing her naked. Once I pulled off her slip I let my tongue slip around her ivory breasts, nibbling on them several times as the excitement continued magnifying inside my supercharged body.
"I'm gonna get my clothes off," I said hoarsely, my voice trembling slightly from the burning excitement I felt.
I unhooked my belt and tore my trousers off, then stepped out of my shorts. I already had my shoes off, so all I then had to do was remove my T-shirt, which I did.
With great pride I looked down at my burning, bloated dick, which swelled out like there was no tomorrow. If it was ever ready for action it was right then.
"Damned but you're big tonight," Jane exclaimed.
"That sexy body of yours did it."
"Oh, Art. It's not that sexy anymore."
"Like hell it isn't," I laughed derisively, debunking her ridiculous comment. "With tits and legs like you've got, don't hand me that."
"Do I really look that good, baby?"
"You're damned right you do."
I proved my point by letting my lips crash resoundingly against hers once more. As they remained locked against hers the burning itch surfaced in my cock and balls, becoming even more powerful than before, warning me that I didn't have much time to spend before launching into the sex act.
When I withdrew my lips from hers she made a request:
"Give my burning bush some attention. I'm really burning up between my legs."
I looked down between those long, smooth, sexy legs and observed her bushy triangle. Down beneath the golden hairs was her fiery red vagina, which was eager for attention. I could tell by the way in which her legs were starting to tremble.
"So your cunt wants some action," I nodded, smiling knowingly. It seemed like every time we actually did get together in bed she wanted me to run my tongue over her box until she exploded.
"Yes, it needs immediate attention."
"As you know, I'm an old pussy licker from way back."
"A little less talk and a little more action," she gasped, overcome with passion.
"Okay, okay," I laughed.
I enjoyed seeing her in such an aroused state. Now we were in an identical situation. I looked forward to eating out her snatch, then getting my cock off inside her pussy. I knew I couldn't hold out for much longer so it was imperative to get to work immediately.
I let the fingers of my right hand drop smoothly and slowly toward her quivering organ. My fingertips touched it soothingly as she let out a loud sigh.
"Oh, now you're doing it, now you're exciting me, Art," she said. "Keep it up, don't stop now."
"I never stop until I finish, my love."
"Oh, those fingers of yours. You're like a talented masseur."
"That's me, the pussy masseur," I laughed.
I withdrew my fingers from her snatch, then let my tongue zero in for the kill. It flicked back and forth several times in her now moist vaginal walls, which were twisting with anticipation. Her hips swayed with passionate excitement as the sucking continued.
I had to do something with my trembling fingers, so I put them quickly to work running up and down her smooth, velvety legs while my tongue boldly persisted in supplying her cunt with attention.
"Oh, you're really turning me on, keep sucking, I want it, I want that tongue in me," she gasped. "Bury it in me, baby, suck it, honey, suck it, I want it."
The longer and faster my tongue looped back and forth inside her torrid box the more rapidly her legs and hips trembled. My heart pounded with mounting anxiety and my cock continued to itch and burn as my tongue applied itself.
"Just a few more stabs," she begged, "just a few more and I'll be there, suck me, suck me."
As I moved into the closing stages of the suck, I placed the fingers of my right hand squarely against her left ass cheek, supplying her and myself with some extra impetus as we moved into the home stretch of our sex act.
"Oooooohhhhh, baby, I'm there, oooohhhhhh," she finally exclaimed.
No sooner did she make her announcement then the warm juice began pouring into my mouth.
"Now I've gotta get my rocks off," I declared after I had sucked out her box, drinking her delicious nectar.
"It sure looks yummy," she remarked as she looked at my cock.
"Would you like to play with it?"
"Very much."
She reached out and touched the tip of my penis, causing me to quiver excitedly from the vibration. Up and down the base of my inspried rod her fingers flew, getting me so excited that I just had to put my dick into active use, shoving it inside her.
"Okay, you can let go now," I gasped. Now the searing vibration was felt not only in my cock and balls, but all the way down to my toes.
Jane nodded, immediately releasing my prick. I looked down on it proudly for several seconds, happy that it had come up this high, and was this eager for activity.
Now my fingers went to work prying her legs apart. I looked down one more time at that warm invitingly moist gash that I desired to thrust my penis into.
I let my fingers come to rest against her thighs, took a deep breath, and got set to thrust my dick into her for the first time. I rammed my spear inside that warm, elastic snatch, which eagerly received me.
"Oh, I love your size," she exclaimed happily. "Oh, it feels so good inside you."
"Oh, same here," I said. "You're so tight. Oh, this feels so good. Oh, that's it, keep rotating those hips, keep matching my action, go ahead, baby, oh, oh, oh."
The devastating action continued briskly as I let my rock hard penis flare inside her, driving diligently forward, sending a burning message inside her quivering nest.
I continued surging forward, rocking my body, then propelling it forward with brutal cock assaults which left her blindly gasping as she threw her hips back and forth eagerly.
The wetness between her legs was more noticeable than before, and I knew from the way that she was panting that Jane would be shooting soon, maybe about the same time I did.
I let my fingers run smoothly over her breasts, tweaking her nipples every now and then, as the diligent cock stabs became more fast and furious than before, pushing me ever closer to the big moment of explosion.
"I'm getting near," she informed me, "kiss me, kiss me."
"Oh, I will. Hold on to that orgasm. Save it for when I have mine."
"I'll try, kiss me, darling, kiss me."
I puckered my lips and plunged them forward. I plunged them against hers as my body continued driving speedily inside her nest. I moved ever closer to orgasm.
My tongue shook with excitement, and I opened my mouth, sending my searing tongue inside Jane's open mouth. The tongues locked with great excitement as the fucking continued.
Then we exploded at the same passionate moment, our bodies shaking and our tongues remaining fervently locked as the juice spurted out of us.
We lay still for the next few moments. I threw my arm around her body as she lay on her stomach, still breathing heavily. She looked like an angel and at that sublime moment, after I had received the satisfaction I had eagerly desired, a gratifying wave of satisfaction shot through my entire body. I was enormously happy at times like those that Jane was my wife. When she put her mind toward sexually satisfyting me she always brilliantly succeeded.
I took my right hand and rubbed her back slowly and soothingly, causing her to purr.
"I'll really sleep well now," she told me, never moving a muscle from the position her body was frozen in. "Sometimes I might have to take sleeping pills to get to sleep, but not tonight. That's for sure."
"This is better than sleeping pills. There's nothing I know of that can beat a good fuck."
"I sure feel relaxed."
"Sure, we both let off some steam. It's good for us. You know, we ought to do it more often." I closed on that note for one reason, I wanted to screw more often than she did, as a general rule, and any way that I could sell her on the idea of more sex was definitely to my benefit.
"Maybe so," she nodded lazily. "But for now, honey, can you turn off the table lamp so we can both go to sleep."
"Be happy to."
I turned off the lamp and crawled into bed next to her. I could have gone off one more time without much trouble, but I wasn't so hot then that I absolutely had to.
"Good-night, Jane, and thanks," I whispered, kissing her on top of the head.
"See you in the morning, Art," she said.
Within seconds she was sound asleep.
CHAPTER TWO
The following afternoon passed slowly and, for the most part, boringly as an old friend of mine, Elaine Barnes, dropped into my office to model for a cover layout for the following month's issue.
Yes, being an art director of a major woman's magazine had its advantages, the most considerable being remuneration, but after some ten years on the same job there's a tendency for a guy to get bored. That's what was happening to me.
When things get to become part of a routine that is so systematic as to preclude imagination, such as mine had become, you have to search for adventure, and search someplace aside from your work.
Elaine was both sexy and attractive, with breasts almost as large, and every bit as firm, as Jane had, and with legs that would rival Jane's or anybody else's. She was in her late twenties, a sparkling brown-eyed redhead with a quick mind and a good gift of gab. The only thing about her that turned me off, and only slightly at that, was the well-traveled look she sometimes exuded beneath her eyes, where shadows and valleys sometimes formed without her permission. There was one distinct type weakness I had in a woman. If she conveyed a look of innocence, like she was a sparkling young flower in the field, I was instantly turned on. Jane had retained her look of innocence as she approached the pedestal of forty years of age. Elaine did not convey an impression of innocence, but I tried not to hold that against her. She had been around a good deal for a young woman of her age, and had been married and divorced twice.
As she excused herself and strutted over to the dressing cubicle I took a good look at that tight, seductive ass rolling back and forth in her tight skirt.
Elaine entered the cubicle and closed the curtain. As she got dressed for the layout I walked over to the wet bar and mixed myself a vodka and orange juice. It was reaching the point where I was starting to drink more, primarily in the afternoon, at the office. Once the boredom started setting in it seemed to be the only way to salvage anything. But now that Elaine was around, I was looking forward to a lot less boredom. She had a way of enlivening things. All the same, I wasn't about to depart from my customary afternoon habit of having something to drink, so I took a lengthy sip from my glass, belching softly as the liquor went down hard and fast.
A few minutes later I noticed the curtain open. Out walked Elaine wearing a one piece white bathing suit which showed off those beautiful legs to exquisite perfection.
"I still can't figure out why you didn't have me wear a bikini," she said as she strutted toward me.
"I went over that with you one time before."
"I forgot what you said."
"Listen closer this time," I grinned, "because this is the last time I'm gonna tell you."
"Very good, sahib," she deadpanned, bowing in mock humor.
"Our magazine appeals to a lot of middle-aged and older women, along with young people. We don't have a clientele quite like the guys who buy Playboy Magazine. These older, more sedate women don't mind having a beautiful girl gracing the cover of the magazine, but some of them would get turned off if we put you in a bikini. Some of them would get jealous and some of them would be just plain prudes about it."
"If you say so."
"Just a second. I'll go get Barney.
I crossed the hall and went into Barney's darkroom. He was sitting there with his feet propped up in a chair, relaxing as he listened to the radio.
"Sorry to disturb you," I kidded, "but I've got an assignment for you, my good man."
"Oh, is Elaine here?"
"Not only is she here. She's waiting for you to begin."
"Oh, fine."
He shut off the radio and followed me into the layout room, where the shooting would take place. Poor Barney was as bored with the whole operation as I was, if not more so. He had more reason to be bored than I did. For one thing he made less money than I did, and for another he had worked at the magazine for two years longer than I had.
After making a few remarks about how gorgeous Elaine looked, which caused her to beam with joy, she posed for the pictures, which he snapped quickly. Barney, with bald pate shining, was a real pro. He worked fast, thoroughly and deliberately.
I sat in a far corner of the room observing everything that was happening. Staring at that body of Elaine's caused me to get extremely horny for sex. I was starting to feel precisely the same way I had the night before as Jane watched the wind-up of the television movie, which ultimately led to rousing sex, I found myself hoping that history would repeat itself, but with Elaine, the sexy divorcee, being the current object of my affection.
I had had Elaine before. Three times, to be exact. Like Jane, once you got her into the mood she was a real tigress. But, unlike Jane, she wasn't as hard to entice as a lot of other women. She was a young pro in the modeling field and had used her considerable charms to obtain plenty of work. It was through her modeling activities that she had met both of her husbands as well.
Once Barney wrapped things up he turned to me and asked:
"Is this it for today, chief?"
"That'll do it, Barney."
"Okay," he nodded. "Then I guess I'll be getting on that freeway and heading home to the wife and kids. Thanks, doll. You were just great," he added to Elaine.
"So were you," she smiled. "Take it easy, honey."
"I'll do that."
Barney was the last person to leave the office that lazy afternoon. As Elaine strutted back to the dressing cubicle, giving me another good look at her swaying ass, my cock hardened with anxiety. My stomach churned with excitement.
I fixed myself another drink as Elaine got out of her bathing suit and proceeded to get dressed. My thoughts were on what was happening behind that curtain. Once I wolfed down the rest of my drink, while my stomach churned nervously, I said:
"Can I come in, Elaine?"
"I'm not quite decent yet."
"Hell, then my timing's perfect."
"You are a dirty man."
"I'm just a guy who wants to show you something."
"What's that?"
"My big cock."
"I might have known," she laughed. "Well, what about it?" I inquired.
What about what?" she played dumb. "My cock. How'd you like to see it?"
"Okay, my dear. You've talked me into it, you lecher."
She opened the curtain. I gulped with astonishment as she looked at me wearing nothing but her big smile. It was the first time I had seen that glorious body nude in months.
"You look good enough to eat," I immediately declared.
"I don't want you to eat me. Not this time, anyway. I want you to run your fingers over my pussy. I just love the way that you put those fingertips to work. And, baby, I'll give you the cock suck of a lifetime."
"Does that ever sound inviting."
"That's exactly how it was meant to sound."
As my fingers closed in fervently on her snatch, Elaine let her fingers move briskly up and down the smooth base of my prick, which was begging for attention.
Up and down she pumped on my cock, and as she gave it plenty of action she let the fingers of her other hand work their way vigorously around my balls. That caused my fingers to move at an increasingly rapid pace over her vagina.
Her fingers worked smoothly for the next few minutes, after which I became hungry for her tongue. I wanted her to run her long, smooth red tongue over my dick and suck out my hot creamy juice.
She continued to toy with my swollen, bloated scrotum as her tongue skirted eagerly over my dick, driving spiritedly with determination as she pushed me ever closer to climax.
The finger pumping and the cocksucking movements were carefully orchestrated by Elaine. That was one of the reasons she turned me on as much as she did. When she sucked a guy's cock she made him feel twenty feet tall, and that was precisely how high I felt at that point, as her tongue gave me the once over.
"Keep that tongue pumping," I gasped. "Oh, suck me, keep on moving, step up that pace, I want you to eat me, eat me, suck it, oh, eat it, suck, suck, suck."
The driving propulsive tongue movements continued at an eager clip as she toyed with my balls. My whole body began to vibrate from the movements as I sat there in that tiny cubicle, watching her as her body sank beneath me and she sucked my prick.
Her pretty head continued bobbing up and down as she swallowed more and more of my prick. The itch became so intense that I could hardly stand it, and I began gasping and breathing heavily as she pushed me ever closer to explosion.
"Eat this prick," I called enthusiastically, "suck it off, eat this hot cock, suck me, suck me."
She squeezed my testicles with a greater degree of excitement than before, pushing me that much closer to the big moment of impact as she continued briskly stroking.
"Oooohhhhhh," I gasped as the juice began bolting out of the end of my stick and into her mouth, "stay with it, honey, eat it, eat every groovy drop, suck me, eat my cock."
Elaine continued hanging on to my balls until all of my juice had been released. She swallowed everything that I threw her way, as she always did.
Her fervent desire for cocksucking was the very thing that broke up both of her marriages. Her husbands were old-fashioned in the sense of not wanting to share their wife with others. After her second marriage, Elaine had explained to me that she considered their reasoning to be in error in that cocksucking was all that she really desired on the side, and that there was a distinct difference to be drawn between actual fucking, the act of a man shoving his cock into her slit, and merely exercising her tongue on a man's stiff pecker.
"Okay, now you can lick my pussy," she said. "You did a good job of stroking it, and I'd like to have it sucked."
"Hang on, I'll be right with you."
I let my fingers move briskly for a few more seconds over her nest, which was dampening from the excitement to which I had subjected it. Then I put my tongue skillfully to work, letting it move with smoothness as her entire body shook and trembled.
She threw her body down on the floor dramatically, kicking her legs back and forth with great satisfaction, like an emotionally overcome woman at some form of religious tent revival.
"Oh, you're driving me wild," she shrieked, "keep on sucking, don't let up now, keep it up."
I decided to supply her with some extra thrills along the way, so I ran the forefinger of my right hand high up into her ass. That caused her body bo vibrate spasmodically, in jerky, uneven movements, as she gasped and sighed.
My tongue continued moving fervently in high gear as I drove her close to the explosion point. She let out one loud gasp which exceeded all the others. At the same time her body shook. At this crucial juncture the juice was released from her, shooting into my mouth as I gobbled it up with great enthusiasm.
"I'd say the afternoon's been a complete success," Elaine observed as she got up from the floor. "First I got a good modeling assingment, then I sucked on a nice cock, then I got my snatch worked over by a hot tongue. Pretty good."
"Then that means we're both satisfied. I'll have to get in touch with you again soon. The next time an assignment crops up that I think I can use you on."
"I'm always available," she smiled as she started putting her clothes back on. "There's just one thing."
"What's that?"
"I don't want to get too thick with you, baby, as much as I like you. It wouldn't be good."
"What do you mean by too thick?"
"I mean that if you get turned on by me too much it might cause problems with your wife at home. I've met your wife, think she's a fine woman, and wouldn't want to do anything to hurt her."
"You have a noble attitude. Everything will be all right at home. I keep things in the right spirit here. I won't let things get out of control."
"That's good. Don't think I'm not fascinated by your cock, baby, because I am. It's just that we have to draw the line somewhere."
"I agree. Yes we do."
I waited around until she finished dressing. Then I poured myself and Elaine another drink, after which we left the office together, heading for the parking lot. I got into my Buick and drove off as I watched her get into her red Mustang.
I felt loose as I got out on the freeway, heading out of downtown Los Angeles toward the Valley, where I lived. It was great to get your rocks off, and I felt like stopping at a local bar not far from home and having a couple of drinks before going home for dinner.
As I drove in the thick traffic I got to thinking about the promiscuous life style I often involved myself in.
It was quite a temptation to be around beautiful models so much of the time. And, in addition, as I mentioned before, my wife could sometimes get difficult when it came to granting sexual favors.
I could contemplate those problems and others when I stopped to have my drinks on the way home.
CHAPTER THREE
When I arrived home, Jane was waiting for me, brimming forth with an anxiety she didn't always exude, particularly when I was arriving home late.
"What was the delay, dear?" she smiled understandingly.
"Oh, I felt a little uptight, the traffic was heavy anyway, so I stopped and had a few drinks at a bar on Ventura."
"The work gets boring, doesn't it?"
"You could say that. And on top of everything else, that Friday traffic often slows to a snail's pace."
"Yes, it does. Well I've fixed you a nice dinner. I've even made us some pre-dinner cocktails."
"Great. Where are Mike and Dodie?"
"You know our busy youngsters," Jane laughed as she began setting the table. "They gobbled down dinner over an hour ago and rushed off for the night on dates."
"With the grades that Dodie gets, she should be able to do anything she wants to in her spare time. She works hard. But Mike could stand to spend a little more time hitting the books."
"You told me you were very much the same way at his age," Jane chided me as she handed me a glass of bourbon and water.
"Thank you," I acknowledged. Then I addressed myself to her central point. "As for Mike, I never said I wanted him to be exactly like me. There are certain traits I have that I wouldn't want him copying."
We finished our drinks, then settled down into the meal. The food took something of the glow off of me. But Jane went promptly to work to put some more glow into both of us, mixing another round of drinks after dinner. We finished that round quickly, which gave way immediately to another.
"You know something, dear?" she curled up on the living room sofa and whispered as I lay there relaxing with my shoes off.
"What, dear?"
"I want you to fuck me."
"No kidding? When?"
"How about right now."
"Right with you."
We went upstairs to bed, undressing quickly. That night there was no mention of television. The only thing that Jane wanted to focus on for the time being was taking care of her screaming little cunt, which was begging for some sensation.
I watched her out of the corner of my eye as she took off her slacks, then her blouse. That tight ass looked every bit as good as the one Elaine had wiggled seductively before me in my office. Jane wasn't usually as sensuous as she was exhibiting herself to be that evening, so I was more than ready to take care of the situation.
As for my own cock situation, the dinner had put more strength back into my body following the protein loss in my office when Elaine had expertly drained my cock of juices. But where sex was concerned I had amazing recuperative powers. A little bit of it made me wish for a lot more, and here I was with my second splendid opportunity in a number of several brief hours.
I got out of my clothes and examined my cock. It was standing tall, awaiting brisk action. I eased my frame into bed, stretching out comfortably, awaiting my beautiful wife's appearance.
She climbed into bed next to me, preferring at the outset to assume the role of the aggressor as she kissed my lips fervently, as if she had been unkissed for months and was starved for love.
"Oh, are you ever hot," I exclaimed happily.
"Yes, I am. And hope you are."
"All you've gotta do is be somewhere within ten miles of me and my old prick will come up with no sweat."
"It looks very nice the way it's standing up there."
"Give it a little action."
"Will lever."
She jiggled on it with her fingers, pumping them around on my scrotum and prick, which was burning with sensation. The longer she pumped the faster my heart pulsated.
"You can put it in your mouth and suck on it anytime you want to," I informed her.
"So I've got the green light," she laughed.
"You've got the green light, Jane. Go to it anyway you want to anytime you want to."
She started out by licking the nozzle of my prick, the tip end, causing my body to twist with excitation. And while her tongue teased the end of my big rod she let her fingers play with my balls as the tempo she set accelerated spiritedly.
I opened my legs widely and let my body twist in such a way that she obtained the best angle possible to proceed with the sucking. Her tongue drove with a wild unhibitedness that she did not exhibit very often, but a trait that I was always happy to welcome whenever she did.
I knew that she wouldn't be content just to suck on the end of my dick for very long, so she finally expanded her efforts to extend to the entire length of my elongated spear, which was serving as the focal point of fascination for her.
"Keep that tongue moving," I said as I slapped her across the ass.
The slap perked her up all the more, leading to more intense efforts as her head jerked up and down rythmically, keeping perfect time as she worked her tongue up and down my searing organ.
Her fingers curled affectionately around my balls, tugging eagerly with stabbing movements as my entire body rocked with passion. I was readying a big load for release, and I felt several tiny droplets of white juice drip out of the end of my dick and into her mouth.
She must have regarded that little bit of pre-orgasm juice as a good sign, since she accelerated her movements once more as she sucked with all the passion she could muster.
"Suck this stream dry," I demanded, slapping her across her buttocks cheeks once more. "Lick this dick dry, keep on moving that blistering tongue."
Jane was like a woman possessed, moving her head so fast that I was coming apart at the seams with excitement. Finally the big moment came, I let out a grunt, and flooded her. mouth with a stream of cum.
"That was a nice drink," she nodded favorably. "Now I'd like for you to shove your pecker into my mound."
"You are horny tonight."
"I like your cock, Art."
She amply illustrated her point by letting her fingers slide around it. I was happy to see that it had gone down very little since I had exploded. And she was determined to quickly bring it up even more.
Jane slid her fingers steadfastly over my cock and balls, determined to get things back to where they were before I had exploded, confident that she would get a good screw from me.
"Oh, this is coming up real nice," she murmured as her talented fingers continued pumping. "I like the way it's coming up. Yes, I'm gonna get a good fuck."
Once she got it back to where it had been before the super itch that had affected me earlier was making its impact felt again. I reached out and kissed her lips, then prepared to commence another cock onslaught.
I slid my dong inside her as her legs opened and her body flared forward resoundingly as she was determined to meet my efforts. I drove it in resoundingly as she was determined to meet my efforts. I drove it in and out of her with resiliency as her hips and body moved briskly.
I pushed forward at a thunderous clip, stoutly determined to give her the kind of torrid fuck she seemed hellbent on getting. I wrapped my fingers tightly around her legs, holding on steadfastly, as I pushed my penis ever forward toward climax.
"Fuck me, oh, fuck, fuck," she murmured.
"Oh, just hang on, I'm gonna flood you."
"Oh, oh, flood me, fuck me."
"Oh, baby."
While my fingers remained wrapped around her legs, and while my cock continued to thrust in and out of her with lightning effectiveness, I plunged my tongue forward and let it sink inside her mouth. Those tongues clashed in an eager French kiss as we drove spiritedly forward toward completion of our act.
Our tongues continued to splash together with unbridled passion as my cock exploded in her nest. And as my huge dick once more spent its voluminous passions her pussy also erupted.
"Damned but you're passionate tonight," I said, a little wearily, after the explosion. That time I had to catch my breath. After all, I had done quite a bit of screwing, starting with the captivating blow job I had received from my model friend Elaine and extending forward to the fucks I collected from Jane.
"You made me that way."
"But you were all set to trot before I even got here. You were swarming all over me like you'd had Spanish fly or something."
"Maybe I did," she grinned.
"Well, did you?"
"No," she laughed. I joined in the laughter. "I just felt like it was time that we shared a good brisk fuck."
"I certainly concurred in your sentiments."
"Incidentally, Art. About that outing that we're supposed to go on with Dodie tomorrow."
"Yeah, the honor students' thing in San Bernardino. Sure, I'm all ready to go. I haven't forgotten about it."
"Yes, well very good. There's just one snag, baby."
"Let's hear about it."
"I have someplace to go tomorrow, something that came up at the last second. I'm not pleased about it, but I can't really see how I can get out of it either."
"Where do you have to go?" I was surprised about Jane coming to me at such a late stage of the game and confiding such information. The convention for high school honor students had been something we were planning on attending for weeks. Mike was expected to spend the weekend with a friend from school, and Jane and I were slated to accompany Dodie to the meetings and festivities.
"Mabel Scott called me up this morning and told me what the score was. She said that the Women's Charity League, of which I'm on the Board of Directors along with Mabel and three others, called a special board meeting in Fresno. I should be leaving tomorrow morning."
"Oh, damn. That would have to come up now. I'm afraid Dodie will be terribly disappointed."
"No, your daughter took the news very well."
"You've talked to her about it?"
"Yes, just before she went out. I took the call just before then. She took it in stride. She just wanted to make certain that you weren't backing out. I made it clear to her that you weren't."
"It would be a lot more proper if you could make it too. Can't those old hens get along without their most beautiful star for this one meeting?"
"Now they're not all old hens. How about Mabel?"
"No, you're right. Mabel's gorgeous."
"In direct answer to your question, no they can't get along without me. I'm expected to make a report. I'm sorry."
"If that's the way it has got to be, then I guess that's it," I sighed. "So I'm taking Dodie alone."
"Yes, but I'll be there in spirit."
"Then I suppose we'd better both get to sleep right away. We've both got big days ahead of us."
"That we have. Thank you for a lovely time."
She reached over and kissed my lips. "Good-night, dear."
I tried to get to sleep immediately, but my mind bugged me. I wondered about how spontaneous Jane's sudden penchant for lovemaking with me had been. All too often, when she was seeking to smooth something she wasn't proud of over, she would suddenly suggest making passionate love to me.
She had read me accurately in surmising that I would accept her announcement with disappointment. First of all, we had planned on accompanying Dodie to the San Bernardino doings for quite some time, and I would be feeling terribly strange accompanying my daughter there all by myself.
But if that was the way it would have to be, then so be it. I tried to think of one good side to what had happened. It would give me an opportunity to get to know my own daughter a little better. The years had been slipping by so quickly that I hardly knew what was happening, and through it all something of an alienation process had occurred with Dodie and, to a lesser degree, with Mike.
Since Jane was around the house a lot more of the time than I was, she got to know our son and daughter a little better than I did. I was so bogged down with work, and spent so much time away from home, that at times I lost the pulse throb of my own family, which was a bitter pill to swallow. Well, I couldn't help but think, just maybe this would give me a chance to get better acquainted with my daughter, since Jane, to whom she was much closer than I was, would not be around. Many times I had told myself, particularly in the last few months, that I should slack off in my job, take it a little easier and get to know my family better. Well maybe this trip would mark the first step in such a dramatic direction.
I finally went to sleep, hopeful that the following day would bring with it some illuminating pleasantries. Perhaps it would be the day that would turn the tide in acquainting myself better with my teen-age son and daughter.
The next morning I awakened early, nudging Jane and waking her up. While I took a quick shower to activate my body, Jane got breakfast ready and awakened Dodie.
I still was feeling the effects of the drinks I had had, nursing a mild hangover. But the warm water, as usual, exercised a theraputic influence on my body. By the time I shut the water off and got out of the shower I felt much better.
Dodie was sitting at the breakfast table when I arrived, glancing over the morning newspaper. She looked absolutely beautiful, with her stunning blonde hair done up neatly in a bun, and wearing a bright green dress.
"You're looking very stunning, my dear," I greeted her.
"Oh, good morning, Dad," she smiled, looking up from the paper.
As I sat down and had a cup of piping hot coffee I looked over Dodie in greater detail. There was no doubt about it-she was getting more beautiful all the time, and if I didn't get to know her well soon I would lose her altogether, since some lucky guy was certain to nab her, probably in the near future. It just didn't seem possible that she would be seventeen in the summer, the little girl whose hand I used to hold when she cried.
That little girl now reminded me very favorably of Jane when I had first met her, and had been swept off my feet by her enchanting beauty. She had her mother's radient blue eyes and stunning blonde hair, along with Jane's overpowering figure. She was developing the same type of impressive bust line that Jane had. Also, the long, trim, athletic type legs were also there.
The three of us ate breakfast swiftly, then got ready to depart on our respective ways. I took a few minutes to finish packing my things, since we would be staying overnight in San Bernardino. Just as Dodie and I were getting ready to leave, Mabel Scott, who lived just down the block from us, showed up to pick up Jane. She would be doing the driving to Fresno.
We bid them both good-bye, then got into the car and left a few minutes later.
It turned out to be a smooth drive to San Bernardino with, fortunately, not a great deal of traffic on the freeway. As for the meetings themselves, I had mixed feelings. I was very happy that Dodie had excelled as a student, but found the ceremonies boring. I took great delight in making one observation, however. Dodie appeared to be clearly the best looking girl there. Not only that, but a lot of the other girls, even though they were all intelligent honor students, engaged in giggling and so many other mannerisms of the immature young teen-age female, while Dodie was mature.
As for the boys, and there weren't as many of them there as there were girls, I noticed the way that they would eye Dodie whenever she was in view. It gave me a gratifying feeling to know that my daughter was so beautiful that she was commanding attention everywhere.
After a meeting at San Bernardino High School, the group, consisting of parents and offspring, convened at a local park for a picnic. Since they didn't serve any booze the whole thing bored me enormously, as you can well imagine.
I could hardly wait for the picnic to end, and as it did I took Dodie into the center of town to locate a room for us to spend the night in. We found a fairly fashionable motel which had some spare rooms, so we took a suite. I decided that my daughter was entitled to the best, and if I got bored a little by the weekend's festivities, it was a small price to pay for the opportunity of getting to know my girl better.
We put our things into the spacious suite, rested for a few minutes, then went out to dinner. Following dinner in one of the city's better restaurants we" took in a movie. You know, it was a weird feeling, but sitting next to my own daughter in the darkened theater I got the same kind of nervous urgings that I'd had when I first met Jane. My cock and balls trembled and my legs continued shifting uncomfortably. And every now and then, even though I hadn't wanted to, I found myself sneaking glances at those long lovely legs. I hadn't wanted to because it somehow seemed dirty for me to be getting sexually drawn, even if perhaps in a subliminal way to my daughter, the sweet little girl I use to hold on my knee when she was little.
When we left the theater and walked back to the car I began feeling both nervous and guilty over the mounting sexual attraction I was starting to feel for her.
I was starting to feel thirsty, like I needed a drink desperately. As I neared the motel where we were staying I spotted a liquor store that was open.
"Honey, would you care if your old man had a little bourbon before he turned in for the night?"
"Of course not," she threw her head back and laughed casually. "I'm not some kind of prude living in the Dark Ages."
I pulled into the parking lot and got out of the car. I bought a half pint of whiskey, then decided to get a bottle of Seven-Up for my little girl.
We drove back to the place. I could hardly wait to take off my shoes and loosen my tie. I poured myself a quick shot of bourbon, mixing some water with it.
"Would you like some Seven-Up, dear?" I got ready to open the bottle I had bought for her.
"Heavens no," she laughed. "You know, Dad, I'm a big girl now. How about pouring me some bourbon and water like you're having.'"
"You've gotta be kidding," I looked at her strangely. "You don't drink, do you?"
"Of course I do. I'm no wallflower. In fact, I had so many Mai-Tais on my date last night with Len that for a long time I didn't know whether I was coming or going."
"You shouldn't do things like that."
"Oh, don't be silly. These are modern times and a girl needs to have a little fun now and then."
"Do you really want me to pour you some of this stuff?"
"I certainly do. How about it?"
"Well, maybe one drink wouldn't hurt."
"I knew you could see it my way," she laughed.
The weekend experience with Dodie was having a surprise effect on me. I had observed her from afar during most of her formative years, and was making the mistake of thinking she was just the little girl who used to sit on my knee. Now I was immersed in a different situation with a young lady I had never really got to know.
I poured her a drink, handing it to her. "Cheers," she lifted her glass in a toast. "Salute," I said.
I belted down my drink and poured myself another.
"Aren't you going to ask me if I want a refill?" she asked, quickly finishing her drink.
"Hell, I don't want to get you drunk."
"You really are a square, Dad," she shook her head.
"Tell you what. I'll think about it."
"You know, you're really very cute. My girlfriends think so and I agree with them."
"Is that a fact," I couldn't resist a smile. "Tell me more."
"I'll just tell you this. I saw you two nights ago with Mon and you were both great. '
"You saw us where?" I looked at her, my eyebrows raising in astonishment.
"I saw you and Mom making it," she laughed. "Wow but you two can fuck when you get together."
"What were you doing watching us?" I asked, taking a deep breath, followed by a long sip from my glass. The longer I talked to her the more terrified I became by her revelations.
"I had to go to the bathroom, and as I walked by and I heard the bedsprings jangle I thought that something interesting might be happening. Well one look told me how interesting it was. You were ramming your gun into Mom's snatch, really tearing her up. It was some sight to see."
"How long did you watch?"
"I watched until you popped your juices in Mom's twat. You two looked great, you really did. I'll swear, you've both got bodies like kids and you really know how to use them."
"Maybe this sounds old-fashioned to you too," I said, my pulse pounding from the strange revelations, "but I don't really like the idea of my own daughter peeking in on sex with her father and mother like some sneaky little voyeur."
"I don't really see anything wrong with it."
"Oh, you don't," I sneered, taking a lengthy sip from my glass.
"No. This might shock you, Dad, but I've been fucked myself. I was fucked last night by Len over at his apartment and I was proud of it."
"So now we're switching the topic from my sex life to yours. That's very interesting."
"I see nothing to be ashamed of. I have a beautiful body and a beautiful face, not that I'm bragging about either. I'm just admitting what I know to be true. And I know one other thing too."
"What's that?"
"That you're hot for me, even though you don't want to admit it."
I darted toward her nervously, my fingers trembling and my heart pounding with intensity.
"Maybe you think you're too old to get slapped by your father, but if you don't shut up, young lady, and if you don't knock off this kind of talk I'm gonna slap the hell out of you."
"You're only getting sore because what I'm saying is true."
My face flushed with intense anger. I hauled off and slapped her across the face.
"Shut Up, young lady," I barked tersely.
"Oh, you can be the big man and slap your daughter around, can't you?" she got up and barked back at me, refusing to be intimidated. "But the one thing you can't do is face yourself and admit what you really feel. That's why you fly off the handle and slap me. Well, let's find out just who's right."
I stepped back, watching her in amazement as she began stripping right in front of me. Before I could say anything, while I was standing there speechless, she tore off her dress.
"Stop," I finally gasped, but my tone lacked authority and we both knew it. Also, my penis was as hard as it had been the night that Dodie had seen me fucking Jane.
She wiggled out of her dress, and was now down to her panties and bra. I surveyed her almost nude body and was tremendously impressed. The long lean legs were just like those of her mother, as was her well-developed bust line. Like it or not, I was being carried away in the throes of passion.
"Don't go any further," I said. But what was supposed to be a brisk command came out a maudlin plea.
"You know you want me to," she recognized my words as representing what they were.
I stood by helplessly for the next few seconds, my eyes aglue with interest as she unstrapped her bra, tearing it off recklessly, then pulled her pants down her legs and stepped nimbly out of them, revealing herself totally in the nude.
My eyes were aghast, not knowing where to look, starting with her voluptuous breasts, then searching downward toward her golden-haired mound, which looked so inviting. And all the while she stood there with her hands on her hips, wearing a tiny smirk to indicate that she knew how much she was turning me on.
But she certainly wasn't prepared to stop there. She began walking toward me slowly, giving time for the sex tempo to accelerate inside me as my cock swelled to massive proportions.
"I've just got to kiss you," she told me matter-of-factly in a low, seductively resonant voice.
Her lips found mine, pressing against my lips fervently. My body began trembling all the way to my legs and beads of sweat surfaced suddenly on my forehead. My breath suddenly came in short puffy gasps as our lips remained locked.
I finally managed enough willpower to pull my lips away from hers. And as I did I said crisply:
"Okay, I'll admit it, Dodie. You do remind me of your mother and I am very attracted to you, but let's not let things get out of hand. We'll both regret it if we do."
"Nonsense. I believe in expressing myself, and you ought to feel the same way. C'mon, Dad, feel my tits. That'll make you real happy. I saw tha way you loved touching Mom's tits, and mine are just about as nice at hers. C'mon, don't be bashful. Put your fingers on my tits, Dad. Try it and you'll like it."
It was as if the devil himself was putting the words into her mouth. They sounded so enticing, as did her ripe ivory melons, which stood out before me invitingly, that I just had to react to what she had said. I reached out and squeezed her breast affectionately. It caused my cock to react even more violently than before.
"Oh, now you're learning," she sighed, closing her eyes and letting her body twist restlessly as my fingers continued working incessantly over her breasts.
I kept it up until I was carried away with her captivating presence. By the time I reached that juncture she was no longer my daughter, she was just a beautiful woman who had turned me on.
I moved my fingers downward rapidly from her breasts to her flaming box, which my fingers worked on with the same skill they had previously exhibited on her breasts.
"Oh, now you're really making me happy," she exclaimed. "Keep it up, keep working those fingers."
While my fingers busily worked around her box I let my tongue work its way hungrily inside her mouth. The tongues splashed together with restless desire, flicking against each other.
I finally released my tongue from her mouth, curling my fingers around her arms. I guided her nude form over toward the bed, setting her down on top of it.
"Just lie there a minute, I'll be right with you," I whispered.
Then I went to work getting out of my clothes. At that point I really believe that I successfully transported myself back some twenty years earlier, to a pivotal stage of my life, when I was wooing the woman who would later become Mrs. Art Clark. I saw a lot of Jane in Dodie, so much so that it was just like turning the clock back to an earlier era.
My cock was never harder, and never was it more anxious for immediate attention than it was right then. I buried my tongue against her creamy breasts, letting it slide gracefully as the tempo continued to dramatically build inside both of us.
"Oh, Dad, now you're doing it, now you're in the mood," Dodie exclaimed happily. "Keep it up, honey, keep it up. Oh, you're making me feel so good."
Her encouraging words naturally inspired me to want to do more, and the next thing I knew, strictly on impulse, without weighing for even a minute my course of action, I dropped my head down between her legs, which were spasming noticeably from the excitement to which I was subjecting her whole body.
I worked my tongue slowly and carefully over her box, thrusting gradually as I let the tempo build.
"That's it, lick it," she gasped, "I want your tongue in my box, keep it there, I want it."
I began driving myself at a more devastating level as my tongue worked its way around her moist vagina, which was ever so eager to explode in my mouth.
My tongue continued cutting loose until she finally unleashed her juices in my mouth. I eagerly devoured them as she kicked her legs with unmitigated glee and sighed.
When I finished she immediately had a suggestion:
"Please screw me now."
All of a sudden the reality of the moment sank in and I felt a sickness tugging at my stomach. I realized once more that Dodie was my daughter and feared the consequences of getting even more intimate with her than I already had. It was bad enough for a father to eat out his daughter's pussy lining, I thought, which I had already done, but now I was on the verge of compounding my mistake by having intimate sex with her.
"We shouldn't go that far," I told her. "Why not?"
"Do I really have to explain. Isn't it obvious? My God, girl, you're my daughter and I'm your father. How would it be we did have sex and I knocked you up?"
"That won't happen," she assured me with a carefree laugh. "I'm a pretty shrewd girl. I've heard about the pill."
"Yeah, well I've read that it isn't completely foolproof."
"What is," she shrugged nonchalantly. "Let's give ourselves something to remember, Dad. Let's give each other a little enjoyment. Let's live dangerously."
She reached out and began tugging on my cock with her fingers. The brisk enthusiasm mounted within me as I felt the pronounced tingle of sexual excitement throughout my whole body.
Dodie was pushing me to the brink, and I wondered how long I would be able to resist. I finally weakened under pressure, driving my cock restlessly inside her while I cupped my fingers around her breasts and occasionally tweaked her nipples.
I drove my fleshy cudgel into her like a spear, driving zealously forward, pushing my meat diligently inside her mound as her hips moved with my forward assaults.
"Oh, kiss me while you're doing it," she begged.
I let my lips converge against hers as the assault continued. My prick thrust forward with all the steaming impact that I could summon as I pushed my fingers against her breasts.
Once I let my lips fall free of hers she hissed:
"Oh, are you fucking me. Keep it up. I'm gonna gggggoooooooooo, ooooooohhhhhhhhhh."
When I felt the juice shoot inside her pussy lining, I charged forward with greater rapidity than before, driving my prick spiritedly as I moved toward climax.
"I'm just about there," I told her. "Oh, yes, yes, oh, that tight twat, that's it, throw those hips into me, fuck, oh, what a fuck, oh, it feels so good inside you." Then I let out a final resolute gasp, after which I said: "Ooooooohhhh, that's it, I've gooooooooonnnnnneeeeeee, ooooooooohhhhhhhhhh."
After unleashing that orgasm I felt strange all over again. I watched myself withdraw my penis from her furry mound, and began to feel guilty all over again for screwing my daughter.
"I can't believe what we just did," I shook my head.
"I can and it was wonderful. We'll do it again."
"I don't think we'd better."
"Oh, don't be a silly man."
We turned off the lights after that. Dodie went to her room and turned in. She was anxious to sleep with me, but I wouldn't encourage it. I had weakened once and was afraid that, with her beautiful form lying next to me, I would weaken again.
I tried to get to sleep but couldn't. The more I thought about what had happened the more troubled I became. I thought about myself as a hot young stud courting beautiful Jane, and remembered those inspiring rolls in the-hay I would have with her, when we would tear each other up under the sheets in the same manner that I had with Dodie.
I was afraid of what the future might hold. Now that Dodie knew I was vulnerable there was no telling what she might do when she felt the need for sexual release.
I didn't get much sleep at all that night, spending most of my time tossing and turning fitfully, wondering what would come next in my topsy-turvy life. One day I had screwed a model, then my wife, and finally my daughter.
I wondered somberly if I would be able to resist her advances in the future.
Any way that I looked at it I came to the same conclusion-I had involved myself in a mess.
CHAPTER FOUR
Life settled back down to normal, or at least what one could refer to as halfway normal, starting Sunday.
There was a banquet at a restaurant given to all the honored students, my beautiful, sexually irascible daughter as well. Awards were handed out and pictures were taken. Naturally Dodie served as the lovely centerpiece of most of the pictures, and with great justification, and naturally her father was standing proudly by during all these festivities.
We went home, arriving about an hour before Jane returned from Fresno. Both Jane and Mabel were a little under the weather from too much drink when they returned.
I had been so well satisfied during the course of the last few days that I didn't entertain any strong sex thoughts until the middle of the week. Oh, I still got a hard-on when I saw the beautiful models at the office, and gorgeous mini-skirted chicks wagging their tight little asses gingerly on the streets of downtown Los Angeles, but I didn't feel those overpowering urges like I had felt during the preceding week, when I felt that, if I didn't get my rocks off immediately, I might as well be dead.
But along about late Wednesday morning, as I sat at the cafeteria in the same skyscraper where our magazine had its office, I found my head turning with enthusiastic abandon as I contemplated the pretty faces and bodies on the premises. It could only mean that I was getting homey again and needed to do something about my condition.
There weren't any lovely models coming into the office that afternoon for picture layouts, damnit, which meant that my burning penis just had to sit there along with the rest of me in agony.
I had some paperwork to get out of the way, but I found myself anything but in the mood for it. I wanted a piece of ass fast and that was all there was to it.
When things slowed down to a snail's pace, except between my legs, where I was absolutely dying with sensation, I decided to leave the office. I stuffed the page layout I was working on impatiently into my desk, closed it, got up, and headed swiftly for the door.
I decided that I would go straight home and surprise my wife. I would give her the kind of inspired fuck that she had given me the previous Friday evening".
Fortunately I was leaving the office early enough, three o'clock to be exact, so that the freeway would not yet be crowded with men and women getting out of work. With my cock and balls burning to the extent they were then, it was imperative to get home fast.
I made it beyond the vale of smog in downtown Los Angeles, into a semi-vale of smog in Hollywood, and beyond the relatively smog-free West Valley, where I lived. I turned off on Ventura and up into the hills of Encino, where my luxurious suburban abode overlooking the Valley was situated. I enjoyed my abode, even if it was strapping me by the balls to make the exorbitant payments on it.
I swung my Mercedes into the circular driveway and got out, stalking quickly inside, ever eager to find my lovely wife and fuck the living hell out of her.
I opened the door and looked around the living room quickly. To my surprise, nobody was there. Then I heard what I thought to be a commotion upstairs. I wondered if my ears were playing tricks on me, or whether somebody was up there.
I decided to investigate, climbing the stairs with mounting curiosity, wondering what, if anything, was up. The closer I approached to my bedroom the more conspicuous the noises became. It sounded distinctly like people panting in the act of sex.
My stomach churned with butterflies of anticipation. I clenched my fist, prepared for anything. I wondered if my wife was in bed with the local milkman or television repairman, or maybe with one of my golfing or bowling buddies.
I was ready for anything when I opened the bedroom door a crack to have a look inside. Then my mouth fell open in overpowering amazement. I observed my wife licking for all she was worth as her tongue was focused up Dodie's anus.
Here I had felt like the biggest son of a bitch in the world after screwing my own daughter. I had a morbid fear that perhaps my beautiful little daughter might some day talk out of turn and perhaps tell her mother about what had transpired between us. Now I come home one afternoon, my cock bulging with anticipation, eager to shove inside Jane's moist slit, and who do I find her screwing with but this same beautiful daughter of mine.
"Oh, keep that tongue wiggling inside me," Dodie gasped, "I want you to lick me, suck my ass, suck it."
While Jane was fervently licking her asshole, twirling her tongue rhythmically around her anus until I got so hot that I thought I would immediately shoot, Jane ran her finger around Dodie's hot mound while her whole body trembled with exhilaration.
Jane kept up the fervent pace on Dodie's twisting anus until deciding that it was time to switch her movements to Dodie's box, which was both moist and passionate by that time. As the tongue zeroed in on its trembling target, Dodie lay back and spread her legs, eager to be the recipient of such attention.
As Jane switched her tongue movements exclusively to Dodie's love nest, she rammed the index finger of her right hand with a propulsive thrust into her asshole.
"Oh, baby, keep it up, I love that ass stab, oh, are you ever giving me the action, oh, I love it."
The longer and more intensely the ass stabbing continued from Jane's finger inside my beautiful daughter's rosy red rectum, the more noticeably her beautiful body shook.
And the more her body shook, the more anxiously hot Jane went to work sucking her delicious mound. All the while my cock became increasingly hard to the point where I felt like taking it out and moving my fingers up and down it.
But I decided on second thought to save my actions for later, to let things build a little more and resist the pressures I felt inside me to jack off.
As for Jane, she was in a state of erotic panic, aware of absolutely nothing other than her overpowering desire to make lovely Dodie happy with her actions.
The finger continued thrusting itself high up into Dodie's anus eagerly, and with those movements there was continued sharp reaction on the part of Dodie, whose cute ass would twist with the rhythmic instincts of a burlesque artist.
"Get me off, get me off," she began begging hoarsely.
I could tell that the pressure inside her was becoming acute by virtue of the fact that she was gasping and panting more noticeably than before, and in that she would close her eyes periodically to concentrate in greater measure on what was going on.
The intense licking continued until Dodie commenced gasping loudly, and at that juncture I noticed Jane's head pushing forward alertly as she gobbled up Dodie's juices.
"Oh, you're eating me, I'm shooting and you're eating me," she sighed.
At that point I could hold off no more. My resolute prick was so stiff that it felt like a board, and inside me I was stirring with restless urges. I needed one of them, if not both of them.
I recalled how, one time when I snuck across the border to Tijuana with Barney my photographer friend to get an authentically Mexican layout for an article in the magazine. Even though he was unswervingly dedicated to his wife, and would not have entertained the thought of having sex with another woman, he admitted that day that he had a penchant for sexual exhibitionism, and spoke of a whorehouse neary that afforded him a good show at a reasonable price.
After the layout shooting he enticed me to accompany him to this place, where we were well received and drank some tequila before moving onto another room, where the action occurred.
I frankly would have preferred humping one of the young Mexican girls who worked there, but I didn't want to get involved in anything that Barney wouldn't. His sense of moral propriety found it unconscionable to entertain action involving him as a direct participant, like humping some Mexican broad's tight cunt or getting a hose job from her, since that, in his judgement, would be equated with disloyalty.
For that reason he got his kicks jerking off while he watched two Mexican girls go down on each other. Seeing Jane and Dodie make it in front of my eyes brought back those memories of some ten years ago, when we stood next to a rickety old whore house bed in a darkened room, with most of the light coming from a neon light flashing across the street from where we were.
I'll never forget the sight of those olive-skinned beauties, who looked pretty damned good, especially by the sometimes low standards of many whores in the dingy bordertown of Tijuana across from San Diego, and how they turned their tongues loose with uninhibited passion inside each other's slick slits.
I never, up until that moment, ever thought that I could get that turned on watching other people fuck. Before that it had always been a case of me participating or else. But I soon realized that the sexual charms of two women with gorgeous bodies making it together was an occasion of great delight. I'll never forget how eagerly both Barney and I took out our cocks and jerked up and down on them, pumping until we exploded. The girls exploded as well, providing each other with delicious loads of pussy.
This marked the first time that I had observed two women together in sex since that unforgettable night in Mexico. The impact, naturally, was even more profound on this occasion. After all, this sex act involved my beautiful wife and equally beautiful daughter, who far surpassed in attractiveness the two stunning Mexican girls I had watched make it that other memorable night.
There was another reason why the impact upon me was more pronounced on this occasion. There was the element of shock present as a result of discovering wife and daughter engaged in such activity mixed with my own inner desires of a man to get turned on by two beautiful women having sex.
It was a strange ambivalence, and as I placed my hand against the doorknob, and prepared to walk inside the bedroom, my cock throbbing with blazing intensity, I wondered if I ought to get involved with them sexually. Sure I was turned on, and sure I was in the position of having to get my rocks off, but I wondered about the advisability of getting involved in anymore incest. I began to think that, if I wanted to truly do the right thing, I would walk in there, give both Jane and Dodie a stern lecture, then wait until Dodie left the room, whereupon I could exercise my husband's rights and give my wife a good fuck.
But would I do that? Or would I, as before, get carried away under the captivating spell that Dodie was more than capable of weaving? I opened the door and walked into the bedroom.
The girls looked up quickly and saw me. Dodie looked a good deal more startled and concerned than Jane, who, as usual, took things in a casual fashion.
"This has been a most interesting exhibition," I said.
"How much did you see?" Jane asked curiously.
"Enough. I saw you eating out your daughter's box."
"You're home early today."
"Yes, I guess that really did surprise you," I grinned.
"We could have been more satisfactorily prepared for your return if only we had known."
"I'll just bet you could, but I wouldn't have wanted it any other way. I had a hard-on to start with, and came home early to get a piece of ass from you. Now I'm harder than ever, and ready to get right to work. And this way I can make it a threesome, what with two beautiful members of my family here." As I talked my pulse continued to pound with ever accelerating rapidity. Just as I had feared, once more my emotions were totally overpowering my better judgment. The sight of those two beautiful bodies sitting on the bed in front of me, coupled with the sexual heat that had been generating intensively within me for most of the day, combined to put me in a state of total arousal. I needed release and right away.
"I think a threesome would be just the thing," Jane smiled, continuing to do the talking for both herself and Dodie. "Incidentally, I heard from Dodie that you two had a real ball balling the other day."
"So you've been talking?" I looked squarely at Dodie, miffed over the revelation.
"Don't get sore," Jane laughed. "She was very complimentary concerning your bedroom prowess. In fact, she told me how lucky I was to be married to you, and how lucky I'd been to get your good fucks for so many years. She even said that if she weren't your daughter and you weren't married to me she'd want to marry you herself."
"That was very kind of her."
"I thought so. I'm glad she can appreciate your good points in the same way that I can."
"Speaking of good points, my very best point is as hard as a brick right now."
"I'll just bet it is," Jane nodded.
As Dodie continued sitting on the bed, her yes widening with interest as she realized we vere close to commencing sex activities, Jane cose from the bed and walked over to where I was standing next to the bed.
Jane put her itchy fingers to work diligently by unzipping trousers and slipping her fingers inside. She reached inside and began tugging earnestly on my dick. Then she let her fingers circulate quickly around my balls.
"Oh, are you ever ready," she sighed, looking down at my throbbing penis with admiration.
"You and Dodie had more than a little to do with that." '
"Yes and we're gonna have a lot bigger say in things from here on out." Jane looked over toward Dodie for confirmation. "Isn't that right, my lovely dear?"
"It sure is," Dodie's face broke out in a smile.
"But first I'm gonna massage this prick and massage it good," Jane said with great resolve. "I'm gonna have it standing on end and so itchy that it'll just have to shoot. I'm gonna get it worked up, then I'm gonna get you into bed so you can give us both a good workout."
"Right on," Dodie laughed.
She moved her fingers with skillful enthusiasm around my balls, tugging gently as the tempo systematically built. Then as the fingers of her left hand continued to probe my testicles skillfully, causing electric vibrations to circulate throughout me, she put the right hand to work pumping up and down on my prick.
"Oh, is that ever feeling good," I gasped.
"Hang on, baby, just hang on."
Jane stepped up the pace noticeably, putting more enthusiasm into her finger strokes, pushing forward at a brisker pace than before as my entire body began shaking in accompaniment with those movements.
When the intensely searing sensations multiplied to the point where I was convinced I'd be shooting immediately, I decided to call a quick halt to the action.
".'Stop, baby," I gasped desperately. "Stop so I can get my clothes off and get in bed with you girls. I can't take much more of this action. I'm too far gone."
She immediately paid deference to my wishes, ceasing her activities and flashing a lascivious little smile on her face as she looked down at my bulging prick, admiring her handiwork.
"I was planning to take you just as far as I could before you popped your juices."
"You succeeded," I nodded.
Jane got back into bed, curling up next to Dodie and throwing an affectionate arm around her. She leaned over at one point and planted a kiss on Dodie's cheek.
Then they settled back and watched me undress. The closer I got to complete nakedness the more pronounced the looks of anxiety became that surfaced on their faces.
The fact that they were as excited as they were, succeeded only in making me that much more excited at the prospect of having sex with both of them.
I pulled my pants down and stepped nimbly out of them, then pulled my shorts off. I reached down and stroked up and down on my penis several times.
"Oh, is this cock ever ready for the likes of you girls," I exclaimed, walking toward the bed.
"I'd love to see you fuck Dodie," Jane said excitedly.
"How about it, Dodie?" I looked at my daughter fervently. "Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Yes, and do you know where I'd like it?" she replied enthusiastically. "Just say the word."
"Right up my ass. That's where I want it."
"You want me to sodomize you?" I looked down at her, my face registering surprise.
"Yes," she laughed. "What's so strange about that? I'm hardly a prude, you know."
"Have you ever had it that way before?"
"Yes, I haven't exactly been living in a vacuum."
"You oughta have a blast doing that, dear," Jane chimed in. "After all, you're after me a lot of the time to do that very thing. What's wrong in doing it to Dodie?"
"Nothing, I'm just a little surprised by it all. That's all."
"You shouldn't ever let anything that we do surprise you," Jane quickly pointed out.
"I guess not," I admitted.
"Go into the bathroom and get some Vaseline, spread a little over your cock so it'll be a little easier to enter me, and then we're in business," my daughter told me gleefully.
I was still in a state of near shock from the surprise of what I had observed when I burst into the bedroom, and from what my own daughter had casually revealed about wanting her ass fucked.
I marched into the bathroom and picked up the Vaseline jar, then walked back into the bedroom. I spread it thickly over my cock as the girls watched.
"I've got a big surprise for you while you're fucking Dodie's ass," Jane exclaimed.
"I'll be looking for it," I nodded, closing the lid of the jar after I was through using it.
I scooted into bed with my beautiful daughter, who accommodatingly spread her legs for me. I was interested in some intense preliminary activity before getting into the main body of the action.
My arms slipped around her body. I pressed her body tightly, pushing it forward toward me. I let my lips close, then slide forward. They plunged ever so diligently against her lips as her entire body quivered with excitement.
Our lips remained locked for the next few seconds as the passions continued to accelerate within both of us. Then I withdrew my lips from hers.
I put my fingers to work diligently inside her moist box, letting them slide in and out with precision skill while Jane sat next to us on the bed watching the action.
While the fingers of my right hand continued to comb briskly over her searing mound, causing her body to vibrate noticeably, I let the fingers of my left hand go to work earnestly on her breasts and nipples.
Jane, as could be expected, became aroused by what she was watching happen between myself and Dodie. As my finger action continued she let her fingers work their way around her box as her body twisted and turned. Now the three of us were supercharged with sexual electricity.
"Okay, shove your cock into me," Dodie finally begged. "I want it in me right now."
"Hang on, baby, because here I come," I said.
"And I'm gonna get in the act too," Jane quickly asserted, removing her fingers from her nest.
I planted my fingers fervently inside her ass cheeks. It felt good to feel her soft, smooth yet solid skin as I prepared to plunge my dagger rod inside her. And now there was an added element of mystery present that was not there before-I was wondering what my wife Jane was planning to do, how she would involve herself in the act.
I took my hot dick into my fingers, then shoved my body forward as I prepared to unleash my first onslaught in the direction of Dodie's hot, delectable ass.
From the tightness of her lovely skin I developed a keener desire with each passing moment to want to fuck her. If her ass cheeks were so tight, I reasoned, then so would the inside of that lovely butt be tight as well.
"Get set, baby," I warned her, "because I'm gonna be planting this stiff prick in you."
"I'm ready for it," she told me anxiously. "Slip it inside me and fuck me, baby."
I drove my cock forward spiritedly, letting it slide inside her hot ass as her body twisted back and forth.
"Oh, it's so tight, so tight," I whispered.
Making certain that I entered her slowly, preferring to take my time, I lunged forward, delivering a hot piercing stride with ever deepening impact inside her.
Then Jane decided that it was time to get involved in the action. She snuck behind me, and as I continued driving myself forward with heightening impact inside Dodie's blazing ass, Jane got down on all fours, bent over, and set her sights on my ass.
One of the things that no doubt attracted her to my asshole was the way I was twisting and shifting it as I poured the meat zealously into Dodie's ass.
At first she let her fingers stroke my ass cheeks carefully several times while I poured the hot meat into Dodie, who was oohing and ahing my efforts.
While I continued to bedazzle Dodie's hot ass with my spirited cock thrusts, Jane removed her fingers from my buns and let her tongue cut loose enthusiastically inside my anus.
Her tongue was authoritative and spirited in its movements, as always. It found its way inside me, darting in and out within me, while my penis plunged in and out of Dodie.
Now that Jane was sucking out my ass, I was receiving ever greater screwing impetus than before. I pushed forward with everything I could muster, driving my hot cock high up into her ass as her legs flailed in passionate appreciation of what I was doing for her.
The pace picked up into the stage of complete symmetry, wherein Jane's tongue efforts coincided perfectly with my own cock thrusts inside Dodie's asshole.
The pre-orgasmic itch inside me became more pronounced the higher and deeper I stabbed Dodie's ass. Her body instinctively rocked back and forth in tune with my efforts.
"Fuck me, oh fuck me," she sighed. "Keep that dagger inside me, keep on fucking with everything you're worth, baby. Oh, that's it, oh are you spearing me, oh, does that feel good, fuck me, oh, fuck me, I love that cock action."
Now I was feeling the itch all the way to my toes. It permeated my entire body as I continued driving myself forward. I squeezed her ass cheeks while my hot, probing spear was swollen with excitement, surging ever forward inside her.
"Drive it in me," she called, now with a measure of desperation in her tone as she was eager to sample my juice inside her ass. "Keep that spear poking me, my dear, fuck me, oh, that's it, drive it into me, drive it hard, drive it all the way in me, oh, that's it, it's in there, yes, it is."
As I gripped her ass cheeks ever tighter and drove my cock into her with every ounce of passion I possessed, Jane continued picking up the tempo, causing my ass to ignite with excitement as she sucked me for all she was worth.
"Hang on a little longer, baby," I grunted a final warning to beautiful Dodie, "because I'm gonna stab the absolute hell out of you with my cock."
"Do it, do it, I want it."
"Oh, I love the action," I nodded. "Keep on rotating those groovy hips of yours. Yes, I like that action, you're driving me closer to the brink, honey."
I decided that it would provide valuable added impetus and sensation to my fuck by kissing her while I was grinding out the final stages of my screw.
I leaned forward and planted a kiss on her lips that caused her to let out a gasp of erotic delight. Then I opened my mouth and let my tongue slip inside her mouth.
While our tongues collided with unbridled passion I continued diligently applying the meat inside her body, which trembled with vibrations of excitement.
My cock thrusting continued, I kept grinding my tongue around inside Dodie's hot mouth, and Jane's energetic tongue continued circulating inside my ass.
I grunted several more times, reared back, and flung my penis forward excitedly. My body was sweating with passion and trembling from the acute need of ridding myself of my juices.
While our tongues continued splashing against each other I felt a fantastic itching feeling, which could mean only one thing, that my hot cock was finally ready to deposit my juices inside her tight, ever eager ass.
My entire body trembled as the warm juice began spurting out of the end of my prick, flowing voluminously high inside her ass as her legs kicked.
At that point she orgasmed as well, and while both of us were depositing our juices Jane continued sucking my ass out.
I withdrew my tongue from her mouth and pulled my prick out of her ass, feeling a tremendous sense of relief after the culmination of a great fuck.
"That's what I call a great threesome," Jane said when we got finished.
"You sure helped out with that convincing ass suck," I said.
"I guess she did," Dodie nodded. "You know, he really picked up after you started licking him, Mom."
"Do you know how you could do your mother a favor, baby?" Jane looked fondly at her daughter.
"How's that?"
"You can go down on your mother's pussy. I got pretty excited with all that activity going on, and I could use you to get me off."
"I'll go down on you," I immediately offered, focusing my eyes on her gorgeous body.
"Thank you, my dear, but I'd like to have my daughter do it. You'd get a boot out of watching us go to it. And besides, I've never had my little girl suck my cunt."
"Okay, I'll do it," Dodie nodded.
I could see from the hellfire looks they both exuded as they looked at each other that they were turned on by each other once more. I got up from the bed and decided to stand right next to it, assuring myself of another ringside view.
As they leaned forward and kissed, I observed Jane cup her fingers diligently around Dodie's breasts. My cock got hard once more, and before I knew it my fingers were sliding up and down the base of it as the girls got set to go further.
Following a series of breathtaking kisses they wound up positioned across from each other. Their tongues went to work busily on each other's furry mound as I placed my fingers firmly on my cock and ran them up and down even more energetically than before.
Once more my thoughts focused back on the memorable night with Barney when I had derived suck kicks watching the two Mexican girls go at it. They had sixty-nined that evening, and this was the first female sixty-nine I had viewed since.
As they sucked each other I moved well on my way toward shooting off my cock.
CHAPTER FIVE
Friday was one of those days when I just plain didn't feel like going to the office. I was debating playing hooky on the long freeway ride in the middle of the morning.
The only thing that prevented me from staying away was the realization that there might be some significant work to do. I knew of one appointment in particular for that afternoon, a shooting layout involving Elaine, my old friend.
I noticed when I got into the office that the editor of the magazine was still gone. He had gone to San Francisco on business for several days, and had said that he might be back on Friday.
When I observed that he hadn't made it back, I kicked myself for not taking off, as my inclinations had told me to. But then my thoughts once more reverted back to Elaine. She would always be worth sitting around the office for on a lazy day. My cock began to harden with a zestful excitement as I thought about her beautiful body. I wondered about the possibility of enticing myself into her apartment, where I could screw her at great lengths and take up where we both left off the last time she had been in.
As I sat down at my desk and began fooling around with a layout idea, my mind still very much on things other than the work in front of me, the telephone rang.
"Hello," I said unenthusiastically.
"Art, is that you?" I immediately recognized Elaine's voice.
"It sure is. What's going on, Elaine?" my voice picked up and attained an edge of enthusiasm that it hadn't been capable of attaining earlier.
"Oh, my pussy's sore, baby, and I'm all hung out."
"Yeah, what's the problem?"
"Oh, my stiff-cocked agent called me up when he was half-loaded last night from some bar. He likes to bang me every now and then to keep our relationship on a friendly level. Well, he wanted to come over to my place, have a few drinks, and get his rocks off."
"What did you say to that?" I chided.
"I invited him over, naturally."
"I'm surprised," I laughed.
"Well, he got what he wanted both ways," she pointed out. "He helped me polish off a fifth of vodka, then he took me to bed and fucked me every which way until the wee hours of the morning. We must have done it from every position before we were through. He's a very inventive man, after all. And he stabbed my pussy so hard and often that I was as sore as hell there when he left, along with being drunk. Well, now I've got a king-sized hangover and I'd really appreciate it, dear, if we could postpone our little appointment today until Monday. By then I not only will be ready to model for you, but to do anything else that you have in mind."
"That sounds pretty good. Sure, that would be fine with me. We'll set it up for Monday at two in the afternoon. Is that acceptable to you, baby?"
"That sounds just great. I'll see you then, and have a nice weekend."
"You do the same. Bye now."
I hung up the phone and asked myself whether it would be worth sticking around the office at all for the rest of the day. My boss wasn't there, and there was nothing pressing that had to be done.
I finally reached a decision. There was no need for me to stick around, therefore why should I? I decided to get the hell out of that office and spend the day someplace else. A thought dawned on me. I decided it might be a great idea to play a round of golf.
As I kicked the idea around in my brain, a second idea flashed inside me. I wondered if my friend Bob Jones, who belonged to the same country club I did, and golfed with me often, would want to play.
I thumbed through the little black book in my desk that contained the phone numbers of my friends and business acquaintances. I ran my fingers over the J's, ultimately stumbling on Bob Jones' office number. He had his own law practice in downtown Los Angeles, just a few blocks, in fact from my office, specializing primarily in divorce cases.
I rang his number and got his secretary, who immediately transferred me to Bob.
Bob, how you doing?" I began.
"Art, haven't seen you in awhile. What's been happening?"
"Ah, mostly the same old rat race. Listen, I was just wondering. Are you busy today?"
"No, I just got back from court handing a dissolution. As a matter-of-fact, I don't have anymore appointments for today. I was just getting ready to cut out of here."
"Then I'm glad I called when I did. I was hoping that you might be in that position, because that's where I stand. How'd you like to meet at the country club, have lunch together, play eighteen holes of golf and maybe have a few drinks?"
"You know, that sounds just great."
"Good. When can I meet you over there?"
"I'm on my way."
"Good, see you at the bar. We might as well have a drink before lunch, old buddy."
"Might as well. See you then."
A feeling of joy circulated through my whole body as I hung up the phone, then jumped up spiritedly from my desk. I would be away from the ordeal of the office and on the links, enjoying a brisk round of golf with Bob.
I stopped by the dark room long enough to inform Barney that Elaine wouldn't be in, and that her appointment had been rescheduled for Monday afternoon.
Then I was on my way, getting into my car and heading out toward the Valley. There wasn't much traffic at that hour of the day, and I felt free as a bird for the first time that day as I drove toward my destination, happy that I wouldn't be bogged down by anymore work for the time being.
Bob beat me by a few minutes, and was already having a drink at the bar by the time I arrived. I immediately ordered a Scotch on the rocks and we chatted casually for a few minutes. Bob lived just a couple blocks away from me, and his daughter Laura was a classmate and good friend of my daughter Dodie.
We finished our drinks quickly and headed for the links. It was a bright, sunny day and I was more in the mood for a good game in golf than I had been in weeks. Bob and I were evenly matched, and we brought out the best in competition for each other.
By the time we reached the third hole we had both worked up a good sweat, and the game was proceeding in a nip-and-tuck manner. As was the usual case when we played, things were not usually decided until the final few holes.
This time we were tied going into the final hole.
"Well, this is it," Bob smiled as he prepared to tee off.
He slammed the ball into the hole in three strokes, one under par for the hole. I was about ten feet from the pin, sizing up my shot in hopes of obtaining a three on the hole, which would have tied us and forced us into a sudden death.
I took careful aim, then tapped club against ball, hunching over and watching carefully as the white ball, with the warm Valley sunshine glimmering radiantly against it, made its way along the green grass toward the hole.
From the moment that club made contact with ball I knew that it would be a close shave either way. Either I would make it or barely miss, I surmised.
Much to my dismay, the ball hooked at the last instant and scooted just beyond the hole, stopping a scant three inches away.
"Oh, damn," I shook my head disgustedly, slamming my club against the gound.
Bob burst into a big smile. We both liked to win and both hated to lose. Bob had won this one by the skin of his teeth.
Once I recoveeed my composure I moved toward the hole, taking my last shot and tapping the ball in easily, which left me just one stroke behind him.
"Congratulations," I walked over to him and shook his hand warmly.
"Thanks, pal. It was close, like always."
"Since you won I'll buy the beers."
"Great. You said the right thing," he wiped his hand against his sweaty brow. "I need a little beer to put some of the sweat back into my system that I lost out here."
"I'll go along with that."
As I sat down at the bar and ordered beers for both of us, I at first decried what had happened out on the course. But as time went by, and as we both began concentrating on our beers, the frustrations suddenly started passing from the scene and I started feeling a giddiness from the beer.
After three beers I noticed that Bob was also beginning to loosen up. And as he loosened up he began confiding things about himself in a way that he normally didn't, except on those occasions when he had something to drink.
"You know, I really passed up a good thing," Bob shook his head. "I really blew my big chance at the office today."
"Yeah, what happened?"
"Oh, this chick I got the divorce for. Wow, was she ever stacked. And willing, too. Several times she gave me big smiles and licked her lips. She was letting me know she was available and my cock was so hard I didn't know what to do."
"So why didn't you fuck her?" I asked.
"Oh, don't think I didn't want to."
"I'm sure you did, but why didn't you do it?"
"She was a friend of my wife's. They belong to the same club and it was through my wife that she got referred to me. I was afraid that she might open her mouth and talk about it some time if I went to bed with her. You know how damned erratic these women can be."
"Yes, I do."
"Well, here my wife's away for a week visiting her sister in Pittsburgh, so I've got a ready made situation. If only she didn't know my old lady I'd jump into the sack with her so fast it'd make your head swim."
"You can't win them all," I said philosophically. "After all, you won your golf game. You've got a right to be happy about that."
"Don't slug me when I say this, but do you know who really does a lot for me? What woman?" His eyes beamed as he talked.
"No, who?"
"Now you promise you won't get mad?"
"Okay, I promise," I chucked, my suriosity aroused. "Out with it. Tell me who it is."
"I will. Your daughter is absolutely beautiful. You don't know how many times I've looked at her with admiration from a distance when she was around the house with Laura. That girl's got a body that's absolutely out of sight. I hope now that you're not sore because I said that."
"Naw," I shurgged. "I'd be a fool if I didn't think that a guy like you would be turned on by her. It seems like just about every guy in town, regardless of age, is hot for her."
"You might not believe this," he whispered confidentially, "but I've been fucking Laura since her mother left on this trip. That girl has been tearing me up in bed."
"I'd believe it," I told him, "because I've been fucking my daughter too."
"No kidding? You're not putting me on?"
"I'm not. I fucked her just the other day and enjoyed it."
"You know, Dodie and Laura have just gotta be the two most gorgeous girls in their class. They're the two varsity football cheerleaders, and whenever there's a queen contest of any kind one or the other of them wins hands down."
"We've both got a lot to be proud of," I nodded.
"Listen, Art, I don't know how bold you are when it comes to sex. Well, come to think of it, now I do have an idea of how bold you can get, which is fine with me. Anyhow, how would you like to come over to my place with me. Maybe we could both get in a little action with Laura, if you're interested."
"Interested? Hell, that black-haired beauty has had my pecker standing on end for a long time. Sure I'm interested."
"There's just one favor I'd like to ask, old buddy."
"Say it."
"I'd like to have a shot at that tight pussy of your little girl. I've just gotta roll her in the hay, and if I can get that kind of chance than you're in as far as Laura is concerned."
"Maybe you're jumping to premature conclusions," I told him. "After all, how do you know that Laura is gonna dig me?"
"Hell, that girl levels with me," he laughed, gulping down the remainder of his beer. "She told me that she thought you had a lot going for you. Yeah, she thinks you're a pretty sexy guy and would like to go to bed with you."
"How about that," I smiled.
"Do you think that Dodie could go for me?"
"I'm quite sure that she could."
"Fine, then we'll both be in business. Well, let's get out of here and go over to my place." Bob eased his body up from the stool, then fastened a quick glance at his watch. "Yeah, she ought to be getting home from school anytime now. I think we'll have ourselves one hell of a time with her."
"I'm all for that," I nodded.
We headed for the parking lot. Looks of anticipation filled our faces as we contemplated our future course of action.
It had all started when I broke down and had sex with Dodie when we were in San Bernardino. Since then the activity hadn't ceased, and my cock had been exposed to one triumphant sexual interlude after another. Now my friend Bob, who had talked very little about his intimate problems in the past, had told me bluntly that he wanted to fuck my daughter, and that I in turn could have his lovely Laura.
I remained behind Bob during the ride to his place, which was located less than two miles from the country club. As I drove I thought about Laura, and recalled how cute she had looked at the local high school football games jumping around in a short skirt, which showed off her sensuous legs. As Bob had said, she and my Dodie made a pair, and when the two of them jumped up and down during the football games, those little skirts flying and their panties showing underneath, most of the boys in the stands were spending more time watching them than they did the football game, for which I could hardly blame them.
Bob drove into his driveway and I parked on the street. I got out of the car and followed him into the house.
"The little gal's car isn't here, damnit," he said disgustedly as he let me in. "I sure as hell hope she gets back soon. My cock's so hard that I'm gonna have to jack off is she doesn't make it soon."
"Then that'll make two of us," I said. "You got me so enthused just talking about Laura that I'm about ready to shoot in my pants right now."
"There is one thing we can do while we're waiting. We can have ourselves a little something to drink."
He led me into the bar. I plopped down on one of the stools as he fixed us each a Scotch on the rocks.
"So we're switching from beer back to the hard stuff," I quickly observed as he handed me the drink.
"Why not? You might as well live dangerously. It's a lot more fun that way."
"I suppose you're right. Cheers," I held up my glass.
"Here's to you, Art."
We bolted down our drinks quickly. Then Bob fixed us refills, which we also consumed swiftly. By then we were both beginning to feel our oats, and had reached the stage wherein we would keep on drinking until we dropped, or close to that point.
After Bob fixed us a second refill, he took a slow sip from his glass, then posed a suggestion to me.
"While we're waiting, old buddy, and to get us more into the mood, how about me showing us a movie. I never get around to showing stuff like this when the old lady's around."
"I hope it's the kind of movie that I think it is."
"I wouldn't insult you by showing any other kind," he threw his head back and laughed robustly.
"I guess you've got a point there."
Bob picked up the half-filled bottle of Scotch we had been quickly nursing along, carrying it in one hand and his glass of Scotch in the other as he showed me to the den, where he showed his movies.
En route to the den he peered inside a clothes closet, digging behind a cluster of old garments until he located a reel of film, which he took out, holding it under his arm.
"Here, I've got a free hand. I'll carry it," I volunteered.
"Hey, you're right," he nodded, handing me the reel of film.
We got inside the den and he immediately set up the projector. Once he finished putting the film inside, he shut the drapes, darkening the entire room.
"Now you're gonna get quite a treat," he laughed.
He then let the film roll. It began with a beautiful blonde lying in the middle of a huge heart-shaped bed.
"Ah, look at the size of those tits," Bob exclaimed. "How do you like the looks of that, Art?"
"What do you think? She looks absolutely bitchin', that's the only way to describe her."
"That's the best term I can think of. And you know, this broad I got the divorce for today had tits just like those, firm and fully packed, just ripe for sucking and nibbling on."
"I don't blame you for feeling so bad about passing her up."
"You can say that again."
I watched the screen with great interest and took a long sip from my drink. The girl began twisting her entire body in the bed, appearing restless for sex as she shut her eyes and allowed her hips to rotate back and forth sexily and permitted her tits to bounce back and forth as well.
"Looks like she needs a good fuck," Bob exclaimed.
"That reminds me. So do we."
"Yeah, I wish that girl would get home."
After spending some time flipping her body around the gorgeous blonde finally decided to put her fingers to work on her snowy mound, which was the identical blonde shade as the hair on her head.
"Now she's getting really restless," I laughed as I took another sip from my drink. With that I finished my drink. I looked over at Bob and said: "Could I have a refill, pal?"
"Sure thing," he picked up his bottle of Scotch and walked over to me, filling my glass with it.
"That's enough to get me stinking drunk," I said.
"Live it up, old boy," was his reply.
The girl continued to let her fingers probe inside her mound, and as she did her whole body came alive anew, circulating back and forth at a feverish pace.
The camera then cut away from the beautiful sight of the girl jerking frantically on her pussy and moved to the front of her house, where a tall, blonde-haired milkman with broad shoulders walked up toward the door, bending over and placing two bottles of milk on the porch.
He rang the doorbell, at which point the camera panned back to the beautiful blonde, who ceased her masturbatory efforts long enough to call:
"Who is it?"
"The milkman," he replied in a loud, authoritative voice.
"The blonde guy who's so well hung?" she questioned.
"Yeah, I'm the guy."
"Then come in, baby," she called enthusiastically.
He opened the door and walked through the living room into the bedroom. His eyes came un-glued when he got his first look at her in the nude.
"The guy who sticks his prick into you, baby, oughta be prosecuted for violating the Pure Food and Drug Act," the milkman quipped.
"That guy couldn't be any more right," Bob declared, laughing as he slapped his knee.
I took another sip from my glass as I settled back and watched all the developing activity. The first thing the milkman did was to tear off his clothes frantically, like he just couldn't wait to get in his first licks.
Once he pulled off his shorts and showed his hard dick, the blonde looked up toward him and said:
"Spare me, King Spear."
Bob and I both burst into frantic laughter at her comment.
He stroked his penis proudly several times, then slid into bed next to her as she reached out and grabbed it, running her fingers up and down it several times in rapid succession.
"She's getting him all ready," Bob exclaimed.
"With a dick like that he's gonna give her quite a fuck," I said.
"You'd better believe it," Bob nodded.
The blonde got set to go to work as the milkman's legs squirmed from the passion she imparted into his cock and balls with her fingers.
She finally let go, letting the milkman control the action, which he was more than happy to do. The milkman ran his fingers tantalizingly against her pussy briskly for the next few minutes as she gasped and sighed with every movement he put forward.
Once more those voluptuous hips began rotating speedily as her pussy received diligent finger attention.
He kept it up until deciding that it was time to press on to other matters. The milkman began by forcing his tongue inside her mouth and Frenching passionately with her.
As tongue slid against tongue, creating wildly passionate friction, the tempo heated up dramatically. When the milkman ultimately freed his tongue from her mouth he let his tongue slip inside her left ear, which he sucked on.
He continued to suck for several intense strokes, then nibbled skillfully on the outer portion of her ear as the blonde lay back and enjoyed every bit of action. The milkman then dramatically switched his efforts to her other ear, repeating the same process he had followed previously.
"The guy's getting her good and warm all right," Bob said.
"That he is. And wait until he puts that cock to work."
"He's saving the best for last."
"Yeah, most intelligent studs do."
Once he got through with providing her ears with attention he dropped his tongue down between her breasts, licking between them while her hips began rotating faster than before. After he satisfied himself with efforts between her breasts he put his tongue to work on her left tit, stroking in a rapid up and down manner, making certain that the sufficiently covered her breast.
Then he began nibbling on her nipple at an effective pace, continuing to generate steam inside her with every stroke. The tongue moved swiftly and frantically, driving at top speed.
He then switched off and provided the same kind of attention to the other tit, after which his tongue dropped down to her thighs.
The milkman went diligently to work sucking the insides of her hot thighs, which caused her ass to twist and turn. The camera moved in for a dramatic close-up of the tongue making contact with her smooth, creamy skin.
"Damned but I'd like to fuck her," I said, taking another sip from my glass, getting more and more stoned out with every succeeding sip as I watched events unfold on the screen.
"Relax, 'cause you're gonna get to fuck Laura," Bob casually assured me.
"That is if she shows up," I said impatiently.
"Have faith, old boy. She oughta be along any time soon."
"You said she'd be here when we got back from the country club."
"Yeah, I was wrong then, but she oughta make it. Let's wait and see."
The milkman used his long tongue intelligently, licking and nibbling on the insides of the gorgeous blonde's thighs until he was on the verge of driving her out of her mind with sensuality.
He then ceased on his opportunity while she was good and hot by moving his tongue up against her mound. After licking on it several times he pressed his lips against her triangle.
"Oh, that feels so good," she gasped.
Her encouraging words stimulated him all the more as he removed his lips from her box and put his tongue back to work on her moist slit. He went to work at a devastating clip, letting his tongue circulate freely and passionately around her moist slit.
"Oh, baby, can you ever wield that tongue of yours," she exclaimed with a passionate sigh.
The camera panned in closely on her cunt, observing every moist hair as his tongue continued penetrating inside it. At that time I got so hor-ney watching the action that I was on the verge of promptly shooting my juice.
Her body wiggled as his tongue manipulated itself passionately, driving at a frantastic clips as he pushed her ever closer toward shooting oft her stuff.
To provide her with extra satisfaction the milkman took the index finger of his right hand and rammed it high up into her asshole, causing her to immediately jerk her body forward in direct impulse to the action he supplied.
He began to coordiante his tongue thrusts with his finger movements as he stepped up the action, ever eager to get her to shoot her juices, which he desired to swallow.
Back and forth the tongue would thrust, while the finger continued to lodge itself fervently high inside her ass.
Then she finally unleashed her load, which the camera picked up as he licked her slit completely dry. She let out a loud gasp as the juice flew, and he thrust his fingers high up into her ass one more time for good measure.
"Now I'm gonna get my cock off," the milkman looked down at her passionately and exclaimed.
"How are you gonna do it?"
"I'd rather show than tell."
"That's a good answer," Bob burst into laughter.
I watched with keen interest as the milkman thrust his huge body forward. The blonde continued lying on her back, looking up at him with great curiosity, wondering what future course of action he had in store for her.
The camera panned in for a close-up of his smooth swollen cock, which was ready for action. The milkman moved his body forward until his big dick was resting just above the blonde's head.
"I'm gonna give you the throat fuck of your life," he said.
"Now we're gonna really see something," Bob told me.
I took another long sip from my glass, and observed Bob doing the same thing, as the milkman dropped his athletic body slowly, letting his cock move downward toward the girl's mouth.
He let just a little bit of cock slip into her at a time, preferring to keep the action at a low key in its early stages. She opened her mouth with eager anticipation, awaiting further developements as he slipped the meat little by little into her mouth.
When he saw how eager she was to get to suck on his entire instrument he finally shoved more cock into her mouth, rotating his hips and flipping his body resolutely as he drove cock into her.
I got hot watching him work his meat ever more deeply and with accelerating rapidity as she received him. With bulldog tenacity he continued thrusting as her mouth caught his energetic strokes.
By then she was his helpless victim as he put her through a rigorous throat fuck. I finished the rest of the Scotch in my glass. By that time I was getting drowsy from all that I had had to drink, but surely not to the point at which I was willing to stop watching the sight on the screen. I was still hot, even if I might have been affected by the booze I had sampled.
The milkman continued feeding her his hot cock, until it was finally all in there, doing everything short of gagging her as he rocked his body back and forth impatiently, eager to shoot off his rocks in her mouth.
"Get ready, baby," he finally announced. "Oooooooooohhhhhhh, this is it, heeeerrrrreeeee I gggggggoooooooooo."
The camera once more moved in for a close-up as the voluminous flow of white juice shot out of the end of his stick, driving into her mouth.
Then the words HAPPY ENDING flashed on the screen and the movie came to a dramatic close.
"How'd you like that?" Bob got up from his chair and staggered over to the projector, shutting it off. It looked like he was as stoned as I was if not even more.
"That's the kind of film I like to watch."
"I'll just bet you do. I'm in the same boat."
"I just wish that daughter of yours would get home," I said, this time with a tone of greater impatience than before.
"Sorry about that, but we can always have another drink."
"I guess we can," I nodded.
Then he poured my glass full of Scotch once more.
CHAPTER SIX
We sat around the den, conscientiously finishing off the bottle of Scotch and conversing. Even though I was very drunk, my cock remained rigid and my impatience continued to grow more pronouncedly.
Finally we heard the sound of somebody opening the door. Then we heard a few giggles, along with footsteps.
"This is it," Bob looked at me and nodded. "Laura's back. It must be her. Let's go on out and greet her."
"I'm with you," I said emphatically, running my fingers suggestively over my trousers, pushing against the outline of my hard dick.
We walked into the living room, where we discovered not only Laura, my object of interest, but Dodie as well. They never looked more beautiful wearing short dresses that enabled us to get ample looks at their trim legs.
"Hello, girls," Bob grinned childishly, obviously showing his drinks.
"Hi," they said together, then turning and smiling knowingly at each other.
"I see you men have been doing quite a bit of drinking," Laura quickly observed.
"Whatever caused you to say that?" I asked, strictly in jest.
"We just guessed it," Dodie quipped.
"We'd like to have something to drink with you," Laura exclaimed, looking at her father all the while.
"What caused you girls to get back so late?" Bob asked."
"There was a baseball game at school that we watched."
"I thought you girls both went in more for football," I said.
"We do," Dodie conceded, "but there was a special reason why we went to the baseball game."
"And what the hell would that be?" I asked.
"It just so happens that we know the star pitcher on the team intimately," Laura said. "We really dig sucking his cock, and he would have been furious if we hadn't shown the consideration of going to watch him pitch."
"Speaking of sex, Art and I would like to take both of you to bed," Bob said calmly.
"You mean I finally get to fuck with Art, after all this time?" Laura looked at her father, beaming with delight.
"I never knew that you were such an admirer of mine," I smiled, happy to find her as willing as she apparently was.
"I've been a secret admirer of yours for quite some time," she said.
"Good, then the feeling's mutual," I shot back.
"But we'd also like to have something to drink before we entertain you guys," Dodie said.
"Okay, consider it done," Bob said. Then he walked over toward the bar. "We're all out of Scotch. Art and I polished off a full bottle. How's about some bourbon, girls?"
"Fine, just as long as it's wet and has got a kick," Laura asserted.
"It'll satisfy you on both of those counts," Bob assured. Then he turned toward me and said: "That okay with you, Art?"
"Perfect with me."
I watched Bob carefully as he fixed the drinks. He poured straight shots of bourbon, giving himself and myself less liquor than he poured into the glasses of the girls.
The girls belted down their drinks quickly. There was a lot of booze in their glasses, and I noticed an immediate reaction on the part of both of them. They were loosening up fast and doing a lot of laughing as they sat on the huge living room sofa.
Eventually Bob and I decided it was time for us to move in on a prospectively good thing and take advantage of it. He scooted right next to Dodie while I took a seat next to Laura, who flashed an immediate affectionate smile in my direction.
"Hello, handsome," she cooed, which caused my cock to harden even more than before. "Hi, beautiful."
Out of the corner of my eye I observed Bob letting his fingers find their way inside the upper part of Dodie's dress. Then he went to work playing with her breasts while she giggled and ran her fingers affectionately through his hair.
I decided thereupon to go to work on my own, running my fingers eagerly finding their way toward hers.
Our lips met passionately, plunging together with great zeal. I then withdrew my lips from hers and busied myself by running my fingers inside her bra, cupping them fervently over her tits.
"Oh, that's it, give those tits some action," Laura sighed. I love that kind of action, baby."
Her encouragement was all that I needed, since I was already fired up just by being in her presence. I squeezed her nipples as she rotated her body back and forth eagerly, enjoying the sensation that I vigorously supplied. She began to pant with enthusiasm from the attention that I put forward.
By then my friend Bob was making out spectacularly with my daughter Dodie. Maybe it was just as well that I was as drunk and uninhibited as I was at that point, since otherwise I might have been highly offended over the action going on in front of me involving my own daughter.
But everything went by that time, and, besides, I had little room to legitimately kick since, while he was enjoying himself with Dodie, I was doing the same with Laura.
"Say, folks, why don't we adjourn to the bedroom and get undressed," Bob suddenly suggested. "That way we can really tear each other up, and do it in the right way."
"I'll second that," Laura smiled, reaching down toward my pants and rubbing her fingers against the outline of my cock, until I had to gasp with exhilaration.
"You do much more of that, dear, and I'll be shooting before we even get a chance to fuck."
"Then I guess I'd better stop," she nodded, suddenly removing her fingers from my dick.
We got up and walked, or maybe half-staggered would be a more accurate term to use, into the bedroom.
The first thing we did when we got inside the bedroom was to grab ahold of the girls and kiss them, curling our fingers tightly around their waists. I held my breath as my lips plunged delightedly against those of beautiful Laura. She was holding her breath as well, and we made sure our lips locked for several intense seconds before I broke our kiss.
I slipped my fingers inside her dress and bra, squeezing her nipples gently as my tongue worked its way swiftly inside her mouth. It was great to feel her saliva as our tongues wrapped passionately. My breathing and pulse both accelerated noticeably as our tongues pressed together fervently.
As I withdrew my hot tongue from her mouth I noticed that Bob was already moving his itchy fingers quickly around Dodie's dress as he prepared to undress her.
"Take it off, baby, take it all off," Dodie enthusiastically intoned.
"That's just what I intend to do," Bob promptly replied.
"Oh, yes, that's where it's at."
Before I got around to doing the same thing to Laura I decided to go after one more kiss, so I wrapped my arms around her, thrust my lips forward eagerly, and let my tongue slide eagerly inside her mouth.
"Nice, nice, nice," she swooned after I removed my tongue from her mouth.
I then put my fingers to work devastatingly as I began pulling her dress off. I tugged energetically as she swooned.
"Oh, you're acting just like a tiger," she said, "keep right on coming, keep coming on strong."
Her sexy words made me all the more eager to finish the job I had started. She began panting and let her body flip back and forth with total freedom, enjoying the sensations I was more than willing to provide her.
The determined efforts continued until I got her down to her panties and bra. Then with two more resolute tugs I had her naked, just the way that I wanted her.
She looked so beautiful that my cock stood on end like a slab of dry cement. As for my heart, it was pounding inexorably at a considerably faster rhythm than before.
"You're almost too beautiful to believe," I told her.
"Oh, fuck me. Touch me. Do anything you want to me. Make me yours, I want you."
I reached out and ran my fingers around her smooth buttocks. We created a beautiful form of body chemistry all our own with my efforts, and her hips moved rhythmically as she demonstrated by her actions how much she liked my movements.
And while I was keeping myself and Laura more than busy, my good friend Bob was giving Dodie the works in bed. He had stripped all her clothes off by the time I looked in out of the corner of my eye.
I watched as he sucked on her breasts, running his fingers up and down her body thoroughly. His right hand eventually ended up on her left leg as he let it run smoothly.
"Oh, are you making me happy," I heard Dodie exclaim.
Just watching them for several seconds was enough to get me further inspired toward constructive sexual action. I placed my hands fervently around her arms and guided her with swift decisive actions toward the bed. I moved my body and pushed her along with me, rolling over on top of the bed, with Laura under me.
"It's a good thing we've got a big bed," I whispered, winking.
"It's big enough for all four of us."
"Oh yes, it sure is."
I slipped the fingers of my right hand up and down her smooth, warm body several times. Then I deposited my lips against her left tit, which I kissed, then sucked.
"Oh, that's where the action is," she exclaimed, jerking her body back and forth several times.
Once more I cupped my fingers fervently around her buttocks as I let the momentum build gradually. As I massaged her ass cheeks and kissed her lips I caught a look at Dodie and Bob on the bed next to us, observing their actions.
By then Bob was well into the stages of thorough licking, running his tongue against her breasts. And while he did he allowed the fingers of his right hand to maneuver energetically inside Dodie's moist nest as her legs trembled.
I decided after observing Bob's inspiring example to put my own fingers to work inside Laura's snatch. I reached down and let the tips of my fingers of my right hand roll smoothly over her cunt.
"Oh, that's where it's at," she nodded, "I like that, baby, keep it up, oh, what a massage."
I stepped up the pace of my movements, making my finger efforts more brisk than before. And while the fingers of my right hand worked on her cunt the fingers of my left hand pried around her breasts.
Once my fingers began to feel the moistness of her snatch I was inspired to become even more intimate with her.
Her legs began to sway back and forth like a palm tree being affected by a brisk wind. Seeing that gorgeous and graceful body in movement caused me to step up the pace of my finger exercises all the more noticeably. I thrust my lips forward once again and kissed Laura's lips with more explosive force than before.
"Oh, I'm getting so hot down there, so very hot," she gasped as I continued working her over with my fingers.
"I'll do something about that," I told her confidently.
I proceeded to do something about it right then and there, letting my head lower dramatically until it was resting squarely between her ligs, picking up the scent of her gloriously moist and electrically alive cunt.
My first move was to kiss her pussy, which caused her body to vibrate back and forth sharply.
"Oh, that kiss felt so good, I'm like, well everything's like steam down there, baby," she exclaimed, aghast over the intense sexual action that I was providing. "Hang in there, kiss me again, get me even warmer, keep it up 'till I'm breathing fire. I love it, I love this action, oh do I love it."
She wasn't about to get me to stop by that time. I was just getting used to her sexually, and I loved the passionate manner in which she completely let herself go under the stimulating movements which I was more than happy to provide.
My fingers worked their way around her buttocks, squeezing and manipulating as I kept her hot on that front from my brisk body contact with her. As for that fiery cunt which continued begging for attention, I was right on as far as that was concerned as well.
I decided to deliver a series of quick kisses to her snatch, figuring that I'd leave her in a state of erotic delirium. That was precisely what happened as she gasped and writhed, letting her legs tremble as I stepped up the pace.
"It won't be long before I'll be shooting," she remarked. "You're burning me up down there, my cunt's like a furnace, baby, it really is, keep it up."
I figured that the time was ripe at that point to switch my line of attack, so I opened my mouth and let my tongue slide against her box. My first few movements were slow and deliberate as I let things build. In the meantime I was learning to find my own way around that lovely snatch that I was becoming so quickly addicted to.
I let my fingers move up from her buttocks to her breasts, and I let the fingers roll gracefully over those smooth, warm, ripe tits as my tongue continued to provide her warm box with attention.
The longer I sucked the faster I began to go as I timed my movements with intentional deliberateness. The piercing tongue strides accelerated as I pushed forward determinedly. Already I was able to taste the delicious womanly nectars from her slit.
"I want it, I want it, I want it," she gasped. Now there was a tone of mounting desperation in her voice as the enthusiasm mounted. She wanted me to have her as badly as I wanted her.
My fingers continued energetically gliding around her breasts as my tongue kept sliding around in her box. It gave me extra stimulation and spurred me on all the more to have those fingers working their way around her tits as I sucked her.
"Suck, suck, suck," she gasped loudly.
By then her body was trembling and sweating as she prepared to unleash a voluminous load of juice inside me. I squeezed her nipples several times, evoking loud gasps and more noticeable spasming in the legs, as I continued sucking.
"Get ready," she finally warned.
Her warning touched off one final spurt of oral creativity as I spun my tongue eagerly around her wet quim. All the while she swooned and swayed, getting ready to shoot.
"Oh, that's it," she gasped. Then she uttered one final plea: "Suck me, suck it all out, oh, oh, that's it, oh, baby, oh, I'm just about there, keep twirling that beautiful tongue, keep sucking me, keep it up, oh, oh, oh, ooooohhhhhhhhh."
With expectant mouth, I gobbled her up like a man who had been dying of thirst.
"Oh, that was so nice," she nodded complimentarily after I finished the suck. By then I was sweating just about as much as she was from the brisk activity I had been through.
"Yes, you were nice," I said.
At that point, as we lay there resting, with my right arm thrown over her shoulder affectionately, we looked over on the other side of the bed and observed what was going on between Bob and Dodie.
By that time Dodie was going down on Bob's cock, exercising a skilled degree of professionalism in her movements. Bob was sitting on his ass with his legs comfortably spread. As he sat there looking as contented as could be, my lovely little daughter was letting her tongue pump up and down over his dick while she let her fingers manipulate themselves smoothly over his hot balls.
"Bob, looks like you're getting quite a suck," I said.
"Oh, this girl of yours really knows how to give a hose job," he exclaimed with a smile.
"Boy, Dodie's just great," Laura said.
"How about you giving me that kind of action?" I quickly suggested to Laura. "I'd love to."
"I'm ready to start anytime that you are."
"Now's as good a time as any," she briskly informed me.
She then went to work with her fingers on my balls, running them with smooth eagerness as she stepped up the pace dramatically, beginning oh so slowly, and rapidly working her way forward.
She kept up the ball massaging for a long time, preferring to get me worked into the mood slowly. My whole body came alive with excitement under her skillful finger manipulation, sending waves of spirited enthusiasm bristling into my entire body.
It was a warm tickling sensation unlike anything you'd be willing to believe. Those fingers flew with just the right degree of speed and efficient skill as they circulated around my balls while my legs moved from side to side and spasmed dramatically.
"Your finger prowess is something unbelievable," I told her.
"I'm out to make you happy, lover."
"Oh, you are, you are. Oh, are those balls tickling. Oh, are you ever providing the sensation. Step it up, oh, step it up, I want it, I want those movements. I really want them."
My active encouragement naturally encouraged her all the more, since she was seeking to make me as happy as she knew how. Those fingers continued to squeeze my scrotum gingerly and I could feel the tingle throughout my whole body. I felt gloriously alive under the stimulating impulse of her movements.
She kept up the ball massaging until she noticed that my legs were trembling considerably faster than before and that my breathing had become significantly heavier.
"Now I think I'll suck you," she smiled.
"Oh, I can feel your graceful tongue already."
"And I can feel your warm dick."
She dropped her head and let the end of her tongue lick ever so carefully the nub end of my cock. She slid her tongue around it teasingly, causing my entire phallus to dramatically catch fire under the stimulus of her tongue momentum.
"Oh, that's it, now you're really drilling me," I shouted out immediate encouragement.
Then she decided to provide me with two stimulating movements at the same time. Laura went back to massaging my balls diligently with her fingers, and while that activity was in full swing she let her tongue movements extend to the entire base of my prick.
She lengthened her tongue efforts and intensified her flaming finger movements as the pace continued. My body began rocking back and forth, meeting her own tongue thrusts on my cock with forward bodily movements of my own.
I looked over next to us on the bed, observing Dodie putting a thoroughly captivated Bob through the final paces of sucking. By then Bob was lying on his back, kicking his legs back and forth as her head bobbed up and down while she sucked him.
He was sputtering and gasping, and his face was as red as a beet, as she drew him into the very last stages of the suck, the point at which she would be shooting his juices.
"Just a few more sucks," he gasped, "just suck me a few more times and I'll be there."
Diligently Dodie pushed forward, sucking his cock as intensely as she knew how, while he lay back and sighed, awaiting the final big orgasm that they had been building toward.
Then I finally saw the sea of white come pouring out of the end of Bob's dick as his legs shook dramatically and he let out a lengthy sigh. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the splendid orgasmic relief his whole body was feeling as the cum spurted juicily out and into the waiting mouth of Dodie.
I was proud of the way that she wielded her tongue. With all that she had going for her she would be able to please even the most particular of men.
No more than just a few days earlier, I would have been furious to even contemplate the thought of her giving such a nifty cock suck to my friend Bob, or practically any other man, particularly one old enough to be her father.
Of course, that was before I fucked her myself. It seemed like that one incident, the uninhibited act of admitting my passionate attraction for my teen-age daughter and following through with those sexy impulses, were introducing sweeping changes into my whole life.
I got more hot than I had been before after observing Dodie do such a thorough job on Bob's cock, and now I was more eager than ever to get my rocks off.
I reached forward and ran my fingers through Laura's hair to give her all the extra encouragement she needed as she sucked on my hot dick. The longer I ran my fingers through her hair the faster that she stepped up the pace of her sucking.
"Oh, I want it," I sighed, "keep on licking me, suck me, I need your hot suck, yes I do."
My words, along with my stimulating finger movements through her hair, made her see the light. She put forth a blistering pace as she went to work on my cock, running her fingers over my balls feverishly as her tongue raced up and down the huge base of my dick.
"Oh, hang on, this is it," I gasped.
At that point a voluminous sea of cum spilled out of the end of my dick and into her waiting mouth. She slurped impassionedly, eager to catch every sparkling drop.
As I began to shoot and that tingling feeling that always accompanies orgasm circulated through my whole body I noticed that Dodie and Bob were watching us.
When we finished, after Laura had received her kicks by taking in all of my juice, she looked over at Dodie:
"You know, my tongue's really tuned up now."
"So is mine," Dodie nodded.
"Now that we sucked the boys off, why don't we put on a nifty sucking show for them on our own."
"You know, I was thinking the same thing."
"Just what is it that you two girls have in mind?" Bob queried.
"Oh, you guys will both see soon enough," Dodie winked at him.
"Just give us plenty of room, be patient, and you'll enjoy what we do."
Laura scooted next to Dodie, and next thing I knew they were caressing. They looked every bit as stunning as Dodie and Jane had when they made it together.
Although I was naturally surprised to observe that Dodie and Laura were drawn to each other, I shouldn't have been all that surprised by such a turn of events. I guess I was still the fatherly square up to a certain point, and had been blinded from recognizing the obvious.
After all, they were two beautiful girls who associated with each other quite a bit. And I was already aware of that fact that Dodie was willing to throw herself into the lesbian orbit to have sex with Jane.
It all started with a few explosive kisses on the lips. Then they were Frenching, letting their tongues splash excitedly. As they matched each other stroke for stroke in the tongue department, Bob and I got up from the bed and stood next to it.
Immediately our peckers thrust out with sensation. We needed some friction, so we put our fingers to work jerking up and down on our rigid dongs.
As for the girls, once they broke their impassioned French kiss they went to work running their aroused fingers over their bodies. They ran their fingers over each other's breasts with stimulating movements as they went to work with great interest. You could tell from the way they manipulated those fingers how much they thought of each other.
"Go to it, girls," Bob called out, continuing to run his fingers fervently around his penis.
Once they supplied each other with scores of thrills by licking each other's breasts, they wound up positioning their bodies across from each other.
At first they warmed themselves up some more for the screw that lay ahead by running their fingers over their buttocks with dramatic thoroughness. Back and forth those fingers manipulated as their asses swayed rhythmically.
Once they got their finger work out of the way they ended up letting their tongues roll inside each other's anus. The tongues worked at a feverish clip, and those well-rounded asses were swaying back and forth to the point where my cock itched all the more.
They unleashed their stimulating energies in the form of ass sucks for the next few minutes as the tempo continued to appreciably accelerate. Then they decided it was time to switch to cunt licking.
Bob and I continued to jerk hard on our cocks in an aroused up and down motion as the sucking continued. Those girls were so hot for each other that after they shot the first time, and on target at that, they stopped just long enough to swallow each other's juices. Then they were back to work again, determined to supply each other with some more orgasms.
About the time those asses began swaying speedily as they approached their second successive orgasms, Bob and I worked ourselves briskly toward climax.
He shot a few seconds before I did, and we both spilled loads of sperm onto the floor.
"I'll have to clean that up later," Bob smiled after we finished.
As for those beautiful girls, they weren't through with their fervent sixty-nining until they shot three times each.
Once they finished I decided that it was time to go home.
"Is your car here, Dodie?" I asked.
"Yes."
"You sober enough to drive?"
"I'll bet I'm more sober than you are."
"That might well be," I laughed.
We got dressed, then got into our separate cars and drove off. I waited to start up my car until I observed that Dodie was able to drive without any problems. I watched until she passed out of sight into the approaching darkness of evening.
I deliberately made certain that she got home before me, since I didn't want Jane to know-where I had been, or, in particular, what I had been doing.
I stopped at a bar on Ventura just a short dis tance from home and had one casual drink, biding my time and giving Dodie a chance to get home several minutes before me.
Her car was in the driveway when I got back, so I decided to play things as coolly as I knew how. I went into the house, watching as Dodie put the dishes on the table for dinner.
"Where's your brother Mike?" I asked. I had seen very little of him in the last few weeks.
"Who knows," Dodie shrugged. "Does anybody ever know where he is?"
"I guess not."
At that point Jane walked into the dining room.
"Hi, baby," I walked over and kissed her cheek.
"Where've you been?" she inquired.
"Oh, the traffic on the freeway was pretty heavy on the way back from town so I stopped and had a few drinks."
"I'll bet it was just a few," she laughed. "You smell like some kind of distillery."
"I lost track of the number of drinks," I shrugged.
She looked at Dodie and they exchanged knowing smiles.
"I'll just bet you did," Jane said, sounding a little on the sarcastic side.
"What do you mean by that?" my eyes took both of them in. I wondered what was coming next.
"Just this, baby. I'd think a lot more of you if you'd come clean when it comes to your very active sex life. For your information, your daughter came back and told me proudly how much fun she had had making it with Bob and Laura."
I looked at Dodie, my lips curling in a scowl. I felt that she had doublecrossed me.
"Don't get sore at her," Jane said, "get sore at yourself by acting like such an idiot. After all, I know all about your wild sex escapades with Dodie, so why should I get shook about Dodie having some fun with Bob or with you having some kicks with Laura?"
"You mean you're not sore?"
"No, except for one thing," Jane said tightly.
"What's that?"
"I'm sorry that I wasn't included in the action. Next time the four of you get involved I'd like to be a part of the action."
"I'd always be happy to include you in an orgy I was a part of, Mom,'" Dodie pointed out.
"That's very sweet of you, dear," Jane smiled.
She then spent the next few minutes lecturing on me as to why it was so important to keep each other informed on what was going on in our lives, particularly when it came to sex.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The weekend passed by slowly and rather boringly. The only sex I had was a quick piece of ass from Jane Saturday night.
By the time Sunday rolled around I began looking forward with great impatience to Monday afternoon, when my appointment with Elaine was scheduled. It was funny how all this sex activity with my daughter was affecting me. In the aftermath of that wild drunken sex bout at Bob's of the other day I started thinking about the dramatic consequences of such intimate involvement with my daughter, and of her intimate involvement with my friend Bob.
My ultimate reaction was to want to have sex with somebody else, to escape from my own life and pretend that I was a freewheeling bachelor all over again.
Sex with Elaine often had that reaction with me, and I thought that some action with her on Monday would provide me with just the vital kind of therapy that I definitely needed.
The first part of Monday went slowly. My boss, Dave Kennedy, had returned from his San Francisco stay and was busily seeking to set his house in order. He called me in for several conferences during the morning, outlining some suggested approaches for us to follow in future magazines.
We had lunch together at a French restaurant several doors down from our office building, and he unraveled some more about all that he had in store for subsequent publications. We both had several drinks, which loosened us up all the more.
I was in a relaxed frame of mind when I went back to the office with Dave. There was no telling how much longer we would have sat around that table drinking after lunch if it hadn't been for my telling him that I had an appointment.
"Who's it with?" he asked as we walked down the street toward our office building in the choking early afternoon smog.
"Elaine, the model."
"Say, no wonder you're so anxious to get back," he laughed.
Elaine was waiting for me in my office when I returned, having arrived a few minutes early.
"Say, you're the early bird, aren't you?" I quipped, smiling at her, then feasting my eyes on her beautiful form, as she sat with those beautiful legs of hers crossed.
"Since I couldn't make it the other day I wanted to make certain I showed you I could be punctual."
"Very very nice of you," I said buoyantly, letting her know how enthusiastic I felt.
"I try and please my bosses."
"You're sure pleasing this one, looking as beautiful as you do."
"Thank you, but if you'd seen me the day that I called you, you'd have sworn I'd been run over by a truck."
"I doubt that very much. It would be physically impossible for you to look anything but beautiful as far as I'm concerned."
"All the same," she smiled, showing her even white teeth, "I'm just as glad you're seeing me today."
"Hang on a second, honey, and I'll go see if Barney's in the dark room. Be back in a second," I told her.
"Hurry back," she giggled.
"Don't worry. I wouldn't want to leave you in a room alone for very long. Some homey guy would come along and grab you."
"Do you ever have a line."
I tried the darkroom door and found it locked. Then I knocked on it. Barney rolled up the curtain in the window, observing me, then opening the door.
"What's up? Is Elaine here?" he asked. "She sure is."
"After stumbling around here developing pictures it'll be like a breath of fresh air fastening my eyes on that beautiful form."
"I'm with you," I nodded. all over again.
Sex with Elaine often had that reaction with me, and I thought that some action with her on Monday would provide me with just the vital kind of therapy that I definitely needed.
The first part of Monday went slowly. My boss, Dave Kennedy, had returned from his San Francisco stay and was busily seeking to set his house in order. He called me in for several conferences during the morning, outlining some suggested approaches for us to follow in future magazines.
We had lunch together at a French restaurant several doors down from our office building, and he unraveled some more about all that he had in store for subsequent publications. We both had several drinks, which loosened us up all the more.
I was in a relaxed frame of mind when I went back to the office with Dave. There was no telling how much longer we would have sat around that table drinking after lunch if it hadn't been for my telling him that I had an appointment.
"Who's it with?" he asked as we walked down the street toward our office building in the choking early afternoon smog.
"Elaine, the model."
"Say, no wonder you're so anxious to get back," he laughed.
Elaine was waiting for me in my office when I returned, having arrived a few minutes early.
"Say, you're the early bird, aren't you?" I quipped, smiling at her, then feasting my eyes on her beautiful form, as she sat with those beautiful legs of hers crossed.
"Since I couldn't make it the other day I wanted to make certain I showed you I could be punctual."
"Very very nice of you," I said buoyantly, letting her know how enthusiastic I felt.
"I try and please my bosses."
"You're sure pleasing this one, looking as beautiful as you do."
"Thank you, but if you'd seen me the day that I called you, you'd have sworn I'd been run over by a truck."
"I doubt that very much. It would be physically impossible for you to look anything but beautiful as far as I'm concerned."
"All the same," she smiled, showing her even white teeth, "I'm just as glad you're seeing me today."
"Hang on a second, honey, and I'll go see if Barney's in the dark room. Be back in a second," I told her.
"Hurry back," she giggled.
"Don't worry. I wouldn't want to leave you in a room alone for very long. Some homey guy would come along and grab you."
"Do you ever have a line."
I tried the darkroom door and found it locked. Then I knocked on it. Barney rolled up the curtain in the window, observing me, then opening the door.
"What's up? Is Elaine here?" he asked. "She sure is."
"After stumbling around here developing pictures it'll be like a breath of fresh air fastening my eyes on that beautiful form."
"I'm with you," I nodded.
We walked back into my office and Barney kibitzed with Elaine for a few minutes. He was the type of guy who wouldn't think of cheating on his wife, but all the same he got a certain amount of subliminal thrills from conversing with a beautiful girl. I observed the sparkling look that crossed his face and the mischievous little smiles that periodically emerged as he talked to her.
He then suggested that Elaine get dressed and that we then adjourn to a little anteroom across the hall, where he often set up layouts. We watched as Elaine walked toward the familiar dressing cubicle where she changed her clothes.
"Put on that green gown you'll find back there," I said.
"Yeah, she'll look absolutely gorgeous in that," Barney said, flashing his most impressive grin.
As Elaine was just about ready to enter the cubicle, she turned and faced us.
"Flattery will get you boys everywhere."
"That's what we want to hear," Barney roared with laughter.
She opened the cubicle and entered it, shutting the door behind her.
"C'mon, let's wait in the other room," Barney urged.
As I walked with Barney toward the room where we had everything set up, my thoughts drifted toward Elaine inside that cubicle. I envisioned her taking off her clothes and revealing that lovely form. I envisioned her stripped down to panties and bra, and I could see those lovely firm tits dancing before me and those lithe, trim legs dancing beneath me.
Right away my cock hardened as I thought about getting her alone somewhere and fucking her. I could hardly keep my mind on business, and was looking forward to ending the shooting fast so I could make my move with Elaine.
Barney showed me how he had everything set up, and asked for my preference with respect to one of several possible shooting layouts. Everything was set up superbly, with the room resembling the table of a nightclub, which was what it was supposed to resemble.
Then Elaine came sauntering in wearing that green gown, and immediately froze up with excitement.
"Wow, does she ever look great," Barney grinned from ear to ear.
"That she does. You look absolutely spectacular."
"You guys will lead to the ruination of me yet," Elaine laughed. "You're gonna spoil me with all these tributes."
Barney instructed her where to sit down. She lowered herself into a chair and tilted her head in the direction Barney specified. She looked more elegant in that green gown than I had ever seen her, and my old cock came immediately unglued as I got a look at those sexy legs of hers.
I got impatient as Barney started going through his activities. My cock and balls were erupting, and I felt like I just had to have Elaine as soon as possible.-Suddenly all the problems I was encountering at home concerning my daughter and myself were slowly drifting out of view.
Barney finally finished up, after which he stuck around and talked with Elaine for a few-minutes. I could have strangled him at that point, as much as I liked Barney, since I desperately wanted Elaine all to myself.
I recalled what she had said to me on the phone the previous Friday when she had begged off coming into the office. She had mentioned something about her willingness to give me some satisfaction on Monday if such proved my intention.
Now I was ready to take her up on her offer as soon as I got the chance. I waited until Barney was finally finished talking, and breathed a sigh of relief as he walked away.
"Well, guess I'll change," Elaine grinned, walking back into the other room as I followed not far behind.
I watched that cute delectable ass winding its way promptly toward the dressing cubicle. She opened the curtain and let herself in as I stood a few feet away, my cock bulging with impatience.
I decided to wait a few minutes, then attempt something dramatic. At what I considered the appropriate moment I opened the curtain and burst in on her unannounced.
"What in hell are you doing?" she looked up at me with surprise.
Elaine was just the way I had hoped to find her, totally nude and looking more beautiful than ever. I pulled her to me and kissed her lips longingly.
"Damned but you look good," I exclaimed.
"You scared me by bursting in like that. I didn't know who it was until I saw your face. You're lucky I didn't hit you over the head with a vase out of fear."
"It'd be worth the risk for somebody like you."
"Oh, you always make me feel so good."
This time she was the aggressor as she shoved her body forward, letting her beautiful, well-formed breasts rub exotically against my chest as she kissed my lips. She let the lips press against mine for several tense seconds, then withdrew them.
By then my pulse was pounding and my body trembling dramatically as I decided to take further action. I wrapped my arms tightly around her and let my tongue work its way energetically inside her mouth.
Our tongues twirled and we gasped several times as the tempo continued to build. I was so overcome by what was happening that I let the fingers of my right hand travel downward toward her snatch. I moved them vigorously as they circled the area around her cunt while she thrust her tongue against mine.
Not to be outdone, Elaine decided to do a little exploring on her own, so she reached down and unzipped my trousers, pulling out my dick and tyoing with it in her fingers.
Finally I got so turned on that I quickly removed my tongue from her mouth.
"Why are you stopping now, dear?" she asked in bewilderment, dropping her fingers from my blazing cock.
"I don't want to shoot now. Believe it or not, I just wanted to kiss you a few times to get you in the mood. I was hoping to go back to your apartment with you for a good fuck."
"That's fine, but I'd like to suck your cock right now."
"Well, I must admit, it is itching me like crazy. I don't know that I could hold out now until I got to your place. But we'd better not make any noise or we might get caught."
"Listen, I can be one of the quietest cocksuckers around," she winked. "Just let me at that bulging cock."
"Okay, honey, go to it."
I sat down in a stool, spreading my legs as she dropped down to her knees and lowered her head dramatically. I could tell from the way that she began how homey she was for my dick.
She licked the tip of my penis several times, running her fingers around my balls, occasionally tugging eagerly at my scrotum. Once she tantalyzed the end of my dick for several seconds Elaine decided to run her tongue up and down the entire length of my cock, beginning with slow strokes which were designed to draw me out gradually, then moving sweepingly over my stick.
"Oh, now you're moving, baby," I said, "Keep it up, keep up the sucking, suck me off."
She responded to my request by moving all the faster, tugging at my balls with spirited energy while she let her tongue move briskly up and down the length of my swollen glan.
"I want you, oh, I want it," I gasped, feeling the enormous sensations provided by her hot tongue running up and down eagerly over my spirited throbbing rod.
My body flared back and forth restlessly as her tongue dug in and her fingers continued running over my scrotum. The tempo continued to accelerate until my prick was searing with sensation and ready to burst into her mouth.
"Just a little while longer," I sighed. "Just a few more strokes and I'll be there."
Her fingers squeezed my balls and my fingers worked their way through her hair as Elaine sucked with every bit of passion she had in her. Finally my entire body trembled and I let out a gasp:
Elaine bent over resolutely, determined to finish the job she had begun and followed up on with consummate skill. I felt a tremendous satisfaction, an overpowering sensation of relief as the juice spilled out of me, only to be eaten by Elaine.
"You see, I told you I'd bring you off," she said.
"I never doubted that."
"Don't ever, baby. Now when we get over to my place the first thing I want you to do is to suck my twat for me."
"That will be a great pleasure."
"Okay, so if you'll scoot out of here for a few minutes, my dear, I'll be dressed soon."
I left her cubicle and mixed myself a drink at the bar, biding my time until she came out. Then she asked me if I would mix her a drink, which I was more than happy to do.
We had two drinks each before leaving. Then, by the time I got in my car, my cock was already springing out in my trousers as I was anticipating the joys that would come to my body once I got over to Elaine's place.
She had given me a beautiful suck job and I was more than willing to repay the favor. I began to anticipate how much fun it would be to run my tongue over that luscious moist snatch.
I didn't say a thing to anybody when I left. After all, I had almost put in a full day, and had done my work. If I wanted to leave a few minutes early to beat some freeway traffic then, as far as I was concerned, it was nobody's business but my own.
The freeway was already starting to thicken as I made sure that I stayed not far behind her car. I had been to her apartment only once, and that was in the dark. I knew that she lived somewhere in Hollywood, but was not certain where.
The more I thought about that naked body, and the more I realized I would soon have it all to myself again, and this time without any worries concerning somebody breaking in on us, made me feel exhilarated.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"You know, Elaine, you're the first stark naked bartender I've ever seen," I told my hostess laughingly, "not to mention the most beautiful as well."
Elaine smiled as she poured generous amounts of vodka into two" glasses, one for myself and one for her. She added a little orange juice, serving up potent screwdrivers.
No sooner did we enter her apartment than she jumped out of her clothes, telling me that she felt inhibited as long as they were on. Naturally my cock hardened the moment I saw that seductive body on full display before me. My eyes shifted quickly from her tits to her snatch, and from there to her stunning legs.
I was poised and ready for action, but she suggested that we have something to drink before we did.
"It would help if you'd get your clothes off too," she told me.
I took them off and we pranced into the bedroom with our drinks in hand. They had so much vodka in them that the first few sips were almost enough to knock us out.
Once we belted down our first round, Elaine, without saying a word to me, grabbed my empty glass out of my hand and walked out into the other room, where she had left the vodka and orange juice.
This time when she returned, Elaine carried glasses that were filled to the brim.
"You sure must be anxious to get us drunk," I said.
"Of course I am. I'm anxious to get myself drunk too. That way we'll have ourselves a better time. As far as I'm concerned sex never completely reaches its height unless you're a little smashed. Then the fun really begins."
It became patently obvious how drunk she wanted to get and how fast she wanted to get there as she took a lengthy sip that lasted so long that for a while I wondered if she was planning to drink the whole damned thing in one swallow.
"Whee," she threw up her head and exclaimed when she got through.
"You look like you're well on your way."
"I'm getting there, so come on and join me. You can get there too."
"Okay, I'll join you."
I lifted the glass to my lips and took a lengthy sip, immediately feeling the potency of its contents. Then I took a second, at which point I began feeling a little drowsy, but certainly not to the point at which I became any less aroused for sex.
We sat there and finished our drinks. Then we looked at each other searchingly, contemplating future action. I walked over toward her and ran my fingers affectionately over her breasts as she nodded and smiled, enjoying the action.
Then our lips pressed together passionately and we held them together for several exciting minutes. Once I withdrew my lips from hers she gave me a passionate look.
"The liquor loosened you up," she said.
"I've been loosened up from the time I first looked at you today."
"Yeah, but I helped bring you out a little."
"You can bring me out some more."
"I'd love to."
She then pushed her head determinedly forward and let her tongue work its way inside my mouth, where our tongues twirled with passionate intensity for the next few minutes.
It was Elaine who finally broke our French kiss, removing her tongue from my mouth.
"Why did you break it off? I thought we had a pretty good thing going, baby."
"We did, but I want my box licked right now and I figured you'd be ready to give me that kind of treatment."
"I'm as ready as I'll ever be," I said, reaching behind her and squeezing her ass cheeks several times.
"I'll just bet you are."
She then positioned her body on top of me, winding up straddling me on all fours with her seductive ass perched just above my head. It was some of the most luscious scenery I had ever gazed on, and she was anxious to have some of the glorious scenery sucked.
"You can start out by sucking out my ass," she suggested. "I'm all clean there, baby, I took a thorough shower before going to see you. You'll enjoy sucking it."
"That'll be fine."
I squeezed her buttocks fervently for a few minutes, then moved my head forward. In and out my tongue flicked as her hips swayed back and forth in response thereto.
It felt great to be squeezing those tight yet smooth buttocks while I let my tongue work energetically on her ass. And my stimulation was enhanced by the sight of that lovely body hurling restlessly just above me. I worked enthusiastically, determined to get her as hot as I could before sucking out her slit.
"Oh, I'm getting wet down there," she informed with a sigh, "yes, yes, you're really having an effect. Okay, now you can switch, baby, switch to my twat. I want it there. I want you to suck me."
At that point I applied the brakes to my ass sucking and went to work on her cunt, driving myself eagerly, pushing my tongue with determination as her ass began swaying with more relentless energy than it had displayed before.
"Oh, is that tongue of yours ever alive," she lauded. "Oh, keep it going, my love, keep on sucking, that's it, oh, I love that action, keep it moving."
I decided to throw an extra thrill her way while I sucked out her snatch, so I rammed the index finger of my right hand high up into Elaine's ass. She let out a gasp, then began kicking unrestrainedly, overcome by the sensations I provided.
"Oh, now you're really working me," she gasped, "oh, just keep it up for a few more strokes, just a few more strokes, oh, oh, that's it, a few more strokes."
I stepped up my pace until my tongue blazed over that slippery box which remained my foremost target. The finger continued stabbing and probing around her asshole as the sucking continued. I was determined to give her box the treatment until it erupted inside my mouth. I wanted to taste her badly.
"Just a few more strokes, keep it up," she exclaimed.
I rammed my finger as high up into her ass as it could go, and she shook noticeably as she got set to shoot off her trigger.
"Oh, hang on," she warned, "because this it is. I'm gonna explode inside you, oooohhhhhh."
As I continued probing the inner crevices of her anus the dam burst and I got a voluminous load of juice.
Then I finally removed my finger from her ass and she delivered a kiss of gratitude on my lips.
"That's what I call a great suck. Now how'd you like me to give you a big surprise?"
"What have you got in mind?"
"I'd like to give you a golden shower."
"You want to piss on me?"
"Don't be so uncouth," she chided me laughingly. "Doesn't it sound a whole lot classier to say golden shower?"
"I guess so, but I'm basically a simple guy. Sorry."
"Okay, so do you want my golden pee pee in your face, honey?"
"It's been a long time since I've gone that route," I laughed. "Come to think of it, not since I was in college and even drunker than I am right now."
"Okay, so it's high time you've had it again."
"If you say so. "Let's give it a try."
"I knew you were game," she patted my face affectionately.
She got back into the same position she had assumed when I ate out her box. She took aim and let the warm piss trickle out of her slit and come tumbling down on my face.
"Oh, it feels so good to tinkle," she laughed. "Does this ever feel great. That's it, take it, my love."
I accepted the liquid drops as they came roaring toward me and pelting my face and body. I remembered the only other time I had had a golden shower in my life. It was during a college initiation rite, and even though I had been reluctant, drunk and all, I succumbed to pressure since I wanted to join the fraternity I was in line for membership in in a big way.
Since Elaine had had a great deal to drink she had a significant load of urine to unleash. Some of it hit me in the face, some landed on my chest and stomach, and a lot of the warm fluid rolled off of me and hit the bed.
Elaine was still acting like a gleeful little girl after she finished unleashing her juices. She got up from the bed and clapped her hands, letting a big smile cross her face.
"I really have a lot of fun with you, no matter what we do," she said, "but I'd better clean the piss off of you. Just a second and I'll go get a towel."
She went into the bathroom and secured a towel, "which she brought back into the bedroom with her. Elaine dried my face off thoroughly, then cleaned off the urine which had sprinkled on the bed.
"Now everything's better," she said, putting the towel aside on the floor. "I've got a great idea on what I'd like to do next."
"What's that?"
"I'd like you to fuck me in my cunt. I need a good ride from you."
"Just what I had in mind.'"
"Then we agree."
"We usually do."
Our lips merged electrically, pressing for a long and passionate period. I then removed my lips from hers. A feeling of exhilaration tingled through my entire body. The urges swelled within me, my cock standing tall, ready for action.
She flashed an impish smile and slid over on her ass, awaiting my first stab. But I wasn't ready to stab quite yet, deciding instead to explore preliminary activities lengthily before getting into the act itself.
I decided first to tease that wet vaginal flesh by letting my lips come into contact with it, so I dropped my head and kissed her pussy twice in a row.
The blissful wet contact sent chills of adventure racing through her entire body. I was determined to get her as aroused as I possibly could before plodding on to the big moment, at which I would let my devastating rod, which was swollen with excitement, drive inside her hot pussy.
I then placed my hands just below her pubic mound, spreading her silky hair with my thumbs while her body energetically flipped back and forth. She writhed and squirmed from the tingling contact with the bud of her clitoris, spreading her thighs invitingly, providing me with an open sesame for future activity.
"I'm all yours," she assured me. "Do with me whatever you want, my darling I love you."
I decided to continue the foreplay by letting my fingers run with great inspiration over her mound as her body twisted and contorted with every devastating touch.
The wild paroxysms of her twisting body were having a profound impact on me. Now my dick was just so hard that there was no holding it back anymore. I just had to put it to work on that wet, twisting, active quim. I removed my fingers from her cunt and shifted my body forward dramatically. When Elaine observed my body twisting toward her and my cock along with it she exclaimed:
"Let it all hang out, baby, fuck me."
"I love your attitude."
"Yes, yes, give it to me."
"Oh, I will."
Before I let my prick formally enter her I allowed my fingers to roam freely over her tits and stomach. I loved the positive vibration I always received from intimate contact with that smooth, warm skin, which was so firm to the touch.
"C'mon and fuck me," she said with greater impatience than before, indicating just how badly she wanted action at that point.
"That's what I'm here for."
"Do it, do it, oh, do it."
"Hang on, doll. I won't let you down."
"Grind that big prick inside me. I wanna feel it."
"Oh, does it want to feel you."
She reached out and grabbed ahold of my cock, running her fingers up and down it several times to enhance my already excited state. With every touch from her fingers I became all the more anxious, and the itchy became all the more pronounced. I felt tingling sensations all the way to my toes as I got ready to enter her.
Elaine slid her body forward ever so slightly, making certain that she had the best possible position as she awaited my first manly advance. I wanted her and she knew it, and was doing all that she could to draw me out, realizing that the hotter I was the better the fuck that I was likely to give her.
I slapped her buttocks several times, enjoying the ringing sound of skin against skin.'I noticed a slight redness surfacing on her buttocks after I finished slapping them.
"Get ready, baby," I warned. "Oh, put it in me. I'm burning up. I want you in me."
I decided that I would provide her with one last impactful tongue kiss before pushing forward with my cock thrust, so I let my tongue slip inside her mouth, letting it flip casually and with erotic fascination against Elaine's tongue.
When I released my tongue, I shoved my stiff dick forward, letting it slowly enter her wet vagina nest as she let out a murmur. Then her body seemed to dramatically relax as she let me take things into my own hands, or perhaps my own cock would be a more appropriate term to use, as I thrust my dick diligently forward.
"Ah, now you're in me, just what I was dreaming about," she sighed, letting her body twist back and forth.
"Damned but you're tight."
"Yeah, I don't do it with just any man."
"I'm glad you've saved some fucks for me along the way."
"Always, I like your style."
I let my fingers toy with her nipples as my prick pushed forward, commencing its onslaught. I grunted and let my body push on, thrusting ever harder, more diligently, with greater emphasis with each succeeding cock stab.
Not only was I eager to make Elaine mine, but I was eager to make her mine in my own way. I continued tweaking her nipples as the stabs became more powerful, penetrating ever deeper inside that wet vaginal well. Her whole body was beginning to come unglued over the blazing passions that I expended with my steady back and forth movements.
"Keep the heat on me, I want your fuck," she gasped.
"Oh, am I gonna give it to you, you're so tight, so tight, I just love this movement, oh, oh."
While my piercing prick continued stabbing her relentlessly, driving into her deeper and deeper, I moved my lips forward and let them crush enthusiastically against her lips.
She reacted sharply and positively to my kissing overtures as her body began moving even faster than before, flaring back and forth as I hammered my meat into her with rapidity.
"Oh, you're really drilling me," she exclaimed, "keep that prick moving, keep it darting into me."
My cock was swelling with excitement, and the anxiety began accelerating within me to get my cock off in her box. I continued lifting my penis, drilling it into her as she shoved her body forward to meet my charging efforts.
As I reached the final stages of my screw, the point at which I realized that an explosion was imminent, I placed my fingers around her buttocks and hung on tenaciously, delivering darting stabs into her wet snatch.
"Oh, this time I'm getting ready to go," she gasped.
"So am I."
"Let's make it together, baby."
"Yes, yes, that's what I want."
"Keep stabbing, keep driving." Hang on, oh but you're tight."
"Kiss me, baby, let me feel those lips. I want them on me when we're both shooting."
I plunged my head forward and let my lips meet hers in midair as the intense drilling continued. Then I felt that overpowering itch, accompanied by a deluge of juice. At that same point she also shot.
"This has been quite a session," I said when we had both expelled our juices. "We started with a blow job in my office and wound up with me fucking your cunt."
"There's just one thing more I want," she said.
"You really are a hard one to please."
"I'm a very sexy girl," she smiled.
"You don't have to tell me that. Your actions speak louder than your words ever could."
"I want you to give me a whipped cream bath."
"Come again," I didn't quite understand her.
"I want you to go into the kitchen, my dear, get the whipped cream out of the refrigerator, then bring it back here."
"I guess I can do that," I looked at her somewhat perplexedly as I got up from the bed and walked into the kitchen.
I easily located the whipped cream, then carried the container with me back to the bedroom.
"Now what do you want me to do with this?" I asked.
"Spread it over my body, especially my pussy and tits," she told me. "Then you can lick the cream off of me."
"Say, that sounds like a lot of fun," I laughed. "Sorry that I was too stupid to catch on to what you were proposing."
"Don't be sorry for a thing. Just spread that whipped cream on me nice and thick and we'll have ourselves a real blast."
I spread the whipped cream on her body thoroughly, then put my tongue to work, starting eagerly with her tits, which I sucked and nibbled on as I sucked up the whipped cream.
The pace of my sucking continued to accelerate as I made certain that I got all of it. Then I went to work on her snatch, going to work with deliberate speed, sucking fervently.
"Oh, eat it all out, eat out my juice," she gasped.
That was just what I proceeded to do, ending our wonderful sex session at that point.
CHAPTER NINE
I was dragging by the time that I made it home. Who could blame me, considering all the sex I had been exposed to. Elaine was the kind of girl who put your cock through the wringer and did not want to let you go.
It was my hope that everything would be quiet on the home front for one of the rare occasions of the present. It seemed like ever since I had broken down and had sex with my own daughter we had all been leading a crazy-quilt existence.
As I drove home I thought about Mike, and wondered when, if ever, I would see him. When he did stop by, it was usually in the manner of a stranger passing through town. From all that I could gather, he was seeking to make himself the campus stud horse and was apparently succeeding quite well in that endeavor.
Tongues wagged with great frequency in our neck of the woods, and a lot of the wagging concerned Mike. But I tried not to worry too much about him, since I couldn't afford the luxury. After all, there was also the rest of the family to worry about, myself included.
I noticed Mike's car in the driveway when I got home, which made me feel gratified, since I wanted to have a talk with him, at least as a means of getting reacquainted with him, if nothing more. I thought about how Dodie had drawn far away from me, until that trip to San Bernardino, and now she was as close to me as my wife.
I got inside the house, a little fearful of being balled out by Jane for being late for dinner. But much to my surprise nobody was sitting at the dining table. In fact, the whole room was pitch dark.
The only thing I could think of was that there was some sort of sex action going on upstairs. How the hell could I think otherwise in view of all that had been happening around our busy homestead, where humping was becoming the only accepted way of life.
I went into the bedroom and found the whole gang at it. My long departed son had returned to get his cock sucked by Jane, whose head was bobbing frantically up and down over his smooth, elongated rod. He closed his eyes periodically and squinted, then let out grunts of sensation as she moved her tongue up and down, determined to derive every ounce of sensation out of him.
While Jane was fervently sliding her jet-propelled tongue up and down Mike's bloated phallus my lovely daughter Dodie was making her presence conscientiusly felt.
Dodie had her head thrust squarely between Jane's beautiful legs, and she was diligently exercising her tongue by letting it slide up and down and around Jane's nest. She was determined to cover every itchy crevice of Jane's trembling vaginal walls with her brisk tongue movements, which served to precipitate faster sucking of Mike's dick on the part of Jane.
"Hi, Dad," Mike called out to me calmly when he finally spotted me, and it took awhile, since everybody was so busy.
The rest of them, meaning Jane and Dodie, never bothered stopping their activities long enough to say anything to me. They were too absorbed in what they were doing.
"Looks like you're having yourself quite a time," I said to him.
"Oh, can Mom ever make with the hose action. She's something else when it comes to going down on a guy."
"Yes, I know that."
"I'm sure you do," he nodded.
As I stood there in a corner of the room and watched the vigorour three way action continue, I wondered how much Mike knew about my activities with Dodie and perhaps even Laura. More than likely, the way word was traveling, he knew plenty, and more likely than not the bearer of the tidings was probably none other than Dodie.
I could tell from the way that Mike was gasping with greater regularity than when I had come in that he was preparing to shoot off his rocks. Jane was helping him along by tugging playfully at his balls to move him closer to his destination.
"Suck it, suck me off," he called to her, "keep it up, keep on sucking, go faster, faster, I want it."
She drilled him with every thrust of tongue energy that she was capable of summoning forth, and while she did her own legs were trembling from the speedy activity that Dodie was putting forth with her inspired tongue.
Now it was just a question of who would shoot first, and from where I stood it looked like they would be shooting at just about the same time. Mike ultimately exploded first, letting out a huge sigh as the white stream spilled out of the end of him.
"Oh, you did it, it was so great, I feel so relieved," he gasped as the cum stream spurted out of the end of his stick.
Once Jane finished sucking him off she settled back and threw her head down on the bed, spreading her legs a little wider than before and kicking with a greater degree of enthusiasm than before, while Dodie went to work on her cunt, determined to get her off in the same way that Jane had succeeded in reducing Mike to a trembling mass of molten sensation.
Mike walked over and stood next to me, a smug grin on his face as he rejoiced over the treatment he had received. Now he was involved in a spectator's role, such as I was.
"Keep it up, my dear," Jane soothed. "You're on the right track, I'm getting near, oh, is my pussy itchy, oh, is my little girl ever doing a great job of sucking it, oh, that's it, my dear, keep it up, keep up that spirited sucking."
The sweat was beginning to roll down the sides of Dodie's face as she moved forward fervently, making certain that her fiery red tongue touched every crevice of Jane's sensation-laden mound, which she was so determined to remove juice from.
"She's really got Mom going," Mike said.
"Yeah, just like Mom had you going before."
"That's for sure. It's sure fun to have sex with them, since they'll both do anything you want to."
"You've had sex with both of them?" I looked at him earnestly.
"Of course," he laughed casually. "What do you expect? I'm not a saint and I'm not impotent. With two beautiful women like that around, naturally I'm happy to let myself go."
He said it in such a way as to indicate that I was some kind of an ass for even asking a question that stupid. Who knows but what he was right. It seemed like my entire scheme of values was radically altering in recent weeks anyway.
We watched the developing action for a few minutes, until Jane shot her juices in Dodie's mouth. Once the girls were through screwing they found some time to talk to me.
"I'd sure like to suck your dick." Dodie told me point blank.
"I'm kind of tired, honey," I told her. "I don't think there's much of anything in me right now."
"I'll bring it out of you," she walked seductively toward me. "I'm not so sure."
"Oh, I am. What's made you so tired? Have you been doing some fucking someplace else?"
"That's one hell of a question to ask me."
"Of course he has," Jane laughed. "I can't think of an other situation in which he wouldn't be prepared to fuck."
"Neither could I," Dodie laughed.
She walked over next to me, then stood directly in front of me, looking at me with those hypnotic eyes. She ran her fingers smoothly over my face. The body contact sent tingles circulating quickly through me as I stood there.
"How's that feel?" she asked.
"Very good."
"This is only the beginning. I like the fact you're tired," Dodie told me forthrightly. "This way I've got a lot more of a challenge. I just love getting a guy's cock good and hard after he's been shooting off his rocks awhile. That's the real challenge to a woman. Yes, I'm gonna shoot the works at you."
"Get him on the bed, honey," Jane encouraged.
"I will, I'll be getting around to that in due course, Mom," Dodie quickly assured her.
But for the time being Dodie was concerned about getting me warmed up for future activity. She fiddled with my zipper, unzipping me, then moved her fingers inside my trousers.
She tugged at my balls several times, running her fingertips over them in such a way as to tickle me, raising the excitation level inside me dramatically. Dodie had a right to be confident concerning her ability to get men hot. I had been dragged out from all the fucking that I had done both at the office, where I unloaded a generous supply of juice in Elaine's mouth, and later at Elaine's apartment.
Now Dodie was reacting positively to the challenge, seeking to get me hot all over again. Her fingers worked magically over my cock and balls as she put them to work with swift expertise. She couldn't get my cock up right away, but that didn't discourage her. In fact, I think it made her all the more determined.
Pretty soon the fingers were flying, and as they did my cock began to regain some of its former resiliency as both Jane and Mike watched us eagerly.
In the beginning it seemed particularly strange to me to have my daughter working on my dick while my wife and son were cast in the role of observers. But after awhile, under the intensely exciting action of Dodie's superb finger activity, I began settling down, and I observed my cock beginning to harden.
The harder my cock became the more encouraged that Dodie grew to push on. She allowed the fingers of her left hand to work their way sweepingly up and down the base of my stiff prick, while the fingers of her right were working their way around my balls with quick, decisive thrusts that I thoroughly enjoyed.
Finally, after she was convinced that she had me well on my way to retaining total hardness, she tugged on the end of my long stick as she said:
"Let me carry you over toward the bed."
By carrying me, she meant that she wanted to pull me by the dick over to the bed. No sooner were the words out of her mouth than Jane got up from the bed and strutted over next to where Mike stood, occupying a spectator's role next to him.
It felt good to have her pull on that cock, forcing me to follow her over to the bed. I sprawled out in the middle of it as she kept on jerking up and down over my phallus. While she continued pumping I untied my shoes and tossed them casually to the floor.
Dodie suddenly lowered her head, closing in dramatically on my balls. She licked my scrotum eagerly, causing me to feel the sensation throughout the rest of my body.
As she continued licking my testicles she let the fingers of her right hand press eagerly against my cock. She ran them up and down my now elongated spear, which was coming all the closer to full erection, nearing that objective with every thrust.
When she began running that tongue up and down my dong faster than before, putting forward all the speed that she could muster, I finally attained full hardness. Niftily she kept right on moving that tongue masterfully as the itch circulated throughout my body, which began to vibrate noticeably.
"Oh, now you're sucking," I exclaimed, enjoying the stimulating movements of her tongue.
"Suck him off, baby," Jane called out proudly, happy that her daughter was doing such a magnificent job of providing pleasure for her father's rigid dong.
I began to gasp under the stimulating erotic pressure she provided with her tongue. And as the pace continued accelerating I felt myself grow that much closer to the big moment of orgasm.
"Keep that fiery tongue going," I encouraged hoarsely as I pushed that much closer to the big moment.
I gripped my fingers around the top of her head, determined to supply her with all the impetus that I knew how, as she continued driving her tongue at a blistering clip.
"Oh, I'm there," I finally gulped.
And with that the stream was ignited, flowing voluminously out of the end of my peter and into her waiting mouth.
"See, never underestimate me," Dodie looked at me and winked after the sucking had ended.
"I never will again."
"Good, then you learned your lesson."
"Yes, you made a believer out of me."
"That's good."
Mike walked toward the bed. He had a message he wanted to impart to Dodie and wasn't the least bit subtle about it. He worked his fingers up and down his cock, gathering momentum quickly, until the cock stood out at full length.
"I'll bet you could do a lot with this, sis," he suggested. "In fact, I'll bet you could suck on it until I shoot all over just like Dad did. Isn't that right?"
"Oh, but that looks handsome," she referred to his cock, which her eyes were glued to. "Yes, it looks downright yummy. I would love to suck it."
"I'll bet you would. You make a great cock-sucker."
"Come on over to me, baby," she motioned him with her right index finger. "Just come over here and we'll have ourselves a ball. The thrills I won't give that big prick of yours."
"That's the kind of talk I like to hear."
I got up from the bed and watched Mike lower his naked body into it, pushing his fingers up and down eagerly on his erect phallus as the sexual tension began to build.
Dodie's eyes came unglued with passion, like those of a little girl staring at a box of chocolates.
"Oh, what I'm gonna do that dong, baby, the fun I'm gonna have with it."
"Grab a hold of it, baby, and do your thing."
"Oh, yes, it's beautiful."
She reached out and tugged on his cock several times, causing his body to vibrate. Then he slid his body around in the bed, accumulating nervous energy with every movement.
"Oh, now I'm picking up the tempo, baby," Dodie said. "Hang on, because you're really gonna get some thrills."
The thrills came immediately as the tongue worked its way swiftly over his prick. As I watched the activity I began to feel a tugging at my balls. At first I wondered if I were imagining things, but when I turned I noticed Jane, who had crept alongside me without me knowing it, running her fingers up and down eagerly at my testicles.
"What are you trying to do?" I asked.
"To get you hot enough to want to fuck again."
"If I fuck anymore I'll probably drop dead of a heart attack," I told her flatly.
"That's a lot of nonsense," she laughed. "You'll hang in there and hang up there. I know you. Don't ever underestimate yourself."
"Do you want to suck me?"
That's exactly what I've got in mind."
She bent over and kissed the nub end of my penis. Then she licked the end of it, making me feel good all over as my dong continued to grow with leaps and bounds.
"Let's get into bed with them," Jane suggested. "There's room for all of us."
As I slid into bed she went back to letting her fingers travel up and down speedily over my cock. As she did my entire body began to rock in diligent reaction to what she was doing.
"Okay, now you're enjoying yourself, aren't you?" she looked at me with a smile of delight.
"Am I ever," I nodded emphatically.
"Okay, then you can do a favor for me. Something that will really turn me on."
"Just say the word."
"Get those fingers working on my snatch. My pussy's getting itchy and you can help make it itchier."
I nodded, putting my fingers immediately to work on her snatch. And as I did she continued letting her fingers travel repeatedly over my prick.
I caught a look at what was going on on the other side of the bed. Dodie was well into her cock suck, and Mike's legs were twisting and turning as she poured her tongue into him, inspired in her quest of his juices.
"Suck it all out of me," Mike gasped.
Jane and I stepped up our finger movements until we reached the point where it was time to move into the sucking.
"Let's go down," Jane whispered the magic words.
I dropped my head, zeroing in quickly on her twat, which I sucked on quickly, determined to drive her to an early and brisk climax. We stabbed like a couple of hungry old pros, pushing our tongues fervently in the quest of juice.
As I was just beginning to accelerate to the point wherein I was ready to get my first load of juice from Jane's searing vagina, she sucked on my prick all the swifter.
And as we hypnotized ourselves in the mutual quest of orgasmic thrills I heard Mike let out a lengthy gasp. I surmised that he must have been expelling his juices into Dodie's mouth.
Those sounds of erotic satisfaction made me all the more eager to get Jane off quickly. And the faster I went to work on her box the faster she proceeded to give my prick the once over.
The driving efforts continued until we both exploded. As we did, much to our surprise we received a spontaneous round of applause from Dodie and Mike.
"This is what I call a swinging family," Mike quipped.
"The family that fucks together stays together," Dodie said, All of us laughed at Dodie's quip.
"I suppose I'd better start getting dinner ready," Jane said as she started putting her clothes back on. "Can you give me a hand, dear?" she looked at Dodie.
"Sure thing," Dodie said.
We dressed in silence, then marched into the dining room, having dinner together.
The thing that amazed me most about everything was the blase manner in which everything seemed to happen. One minute we had all been engaged in vigorous fucking, while now everything was very much back to normal and we were just like any other American family sitting at the dinner table enjoying the family meal.
As I ate my dinner I thought about one thing I would have to face-I was getting so addicted to this steady diet of promiscuous sex that I didn't know if I could ever cut it off.
CHAPTER TEN
Just as I had anticipated, my relationship with Mike picked up new sudden dimensions after that roll in the hay with Dodie and Jane. The same thing had happened earlier with Dodie. When they found out how much fun the old man could be when he let his hair down all the way, they grew to like him all the more.
One Saturday afternoon no more than a month after the illuminating family bedroom scene, Mike enticed me to play tennis with him at a club in Woodland Hills. I was more than happy to take advantage of an opportunity to obtain some exercise, which I needed, since I was either sitting on my ass at work or lying on my back or crouched over in the act of fucking.
The courts were deserted when we arrived. It was a hot afternoon, and following a brisk warmup period in which the sun continued to streak in our faces, we began to sweat.
We then opened play. Mike started fast, and for a while it looked like he was going to put me away early. But his early success made him a little on the overconfident side, and the more overconfident he became the more calculated risks he took, most of which were inadvisable and did not pay off.
He won the set 6-4, but I closed fast near the end of it.
"How'd you like to play another?" he asked gingerly, savoring his victory over me.
"Yeah, that would be okay. I guess I could use a little more exercise," I said. But I wasn't feeling nearly as confident as I managed to make myself sound. The heat was beginning to take its toll on me and my leg muscles felt the strain of all the moving around that I had done during one brisk set of tennis. But I wasn't going to tell him I was tired. My ego wouldn't have stood for that. No, one way or another, I resolved, I would tough it out and play another set, even if he beat me more decisevely than he had the first time around.
He served first as the second set commenced, and successfully held that service. He almost broke through my serve, but I managed to hang on to salvage the game after a long struggle. It was during the second game of the set, however, that I received a noticeable morale boost over my aggressive son. I noticed that he was also feeling the strain and the hot sun was sapping his strength.
At that point I realized that I had a fighting chance, and when I did it was just as if some fresh adrenaline had been pumped into my almost wilting body, which had been brutally subjected to the sun's intense rays.
Things began to pick up, and in the third game I dramatically broke Mike's serve.
"I'll be damned," he grinned when the game ended. "I thought that you were about ready to fold."
"Don't ever count the old man out," I winked. "No, I won't."
Mike tried his damnedest to turn the tide around, but the momentum had turned in my favor and I wasn't about to lose it by that stage of the game.
That service break proved the difference in the second set, which I won by the same 6-4 count that he had beaten me by in the first set.
"You want to play another one?" I asked, even though I was so pooped by that time and so dehydrated from all the water I had lost that I don't know what I would have done for energy.
"Not unless you do," he laughed wearily. "I'd just as soon accept a draw at this stage."
"I was hoping you'd say that," I laughed.
"There's a Coke machine just around the other side, next to the tennis shop."
"That sounds like a good idea, and I'm only sorry that we can't find anything stronger around here."
"No, that's the breaks of the game."
We walked over to the Coke machine and I slipped a coin inside. I handed the bottle of Coke to Mike, then slipped a second coin in it, pulling one out for myself.
Both of us were so dry that we belted down the drink quickly. I felt like having another.
"I need a refill. How about you?" I said.
"I was thinking the same thing."
"It's not as hard on the system as it would be if we were having something a little stronger."
"That's for sure."
When we finished our second drinks Mike looked out toward the tennis courts, flashing a big grin.
"I'll be damned," he suddenly exclaimed in a tone of surprise.
"What's with you?" I asked as I shoved the empty Coke bottle into the rack at the side of the machine.
"Some friends of mine are here. Have a look for yourself."
I looked in the direction of the courts and my cock immediately hardened. Playing tennis in sparkling white outfits were two of the most gorgeous young girls I had ever seen. They looked to be in their late teens, possessed striking figures, and exhibited tanned bodies, which indicated that they had probably been playing quite a bit of tennis recently.
"My God. You know them?" I asked, not sure that he hadn't been pulling my leg.
"I sure do. They're both freshmen at UCLA. The brunette is Gladys and the blonde is Darla. Which one do you like best?"
"How could I ever choose between them," I shrugged helplessly. "They're both so beautiful that there's no way to choose between them, at least from this far away."
"It's even harder up close," Mike smiled. "I just wanted to see what you'd say. I feel the same way."
"Just how well do you know them? That is, if you don't mind my asking you."
"Pretty well. I've been at some parties with them. In fact, I went to a party a few weeks ago over at their place. They share an apartment a couple blocks from the campus in Westwood. But I don't know them anywhere near as well as I'd like to."
"They in other words you've never had the chance to fuck either one of them," I put things bluntly.
"That's right, but don't think I haven't thought about it."
"Hell, I'd disown you if you hadn't thought about it," I grinned.
"I'd deserve it in that case," Mike laughed.
"I thought about it the first second I laid eyes on them."
"I was the same way. Well, like I said, I've never had any sex with them, but I know somebody who has. You know Don, our top running back on the football team?"
"Sure I know him. He's quite a football player."
"Yes, and quite a cocksman as well," Mike pointed out. "Well, that's how I got invited over to their place for that last party."
"Through Don?"
"That's right. He invited me, and when he got over there he got the royal treatment from both of them. After everybody got drunk there was all kinds of fucking going on. I was lying on the floor all sprawled out, so damned drunk that I couldn't even stand up, and this cute little redhead, also a UCLA girl, a chick who belonged to the same sorority as Gladys and Darla, went down on my cock. I mean she did pretty near as good a job as Mom and Dodie do, and acted every bit as inspired about the whole thing. She wasn't quite as cute as they were, but wasn't bad to say the least.
"But anyway, so I won't get off the beaten path, while I was getting blown I watched Gladys and Darla whisk Don off into the nearest bedroom, and I remember how damned envious I was over the treatment that he got from them. Well, I didn't see him for another hour or so. Then it was time for all of us to leave. Everybody was really under the weather by that time after all that had happened.
"On the ride back to my place he told me all about what had happened. They were both trying to talk him into playing football for UCLA, so for a while they were just conversing, real friendly-like. They told him how much they thought he'd like the school, and he said he'd think about it.
"Then he said Gladys started undressing him, and while she tugged on his clothes Darla jerked her fingers up and down his cock."
"They sound pretty damned uninhibited," I said.
"That was just the beginning," he said.
"That's about what I gathered."
"So after they got his clothes off, Gladys gave Dave a tongue journey that really turned him on. A trip around the world. He told me he got so hot that he was just about to shoot. Then, Darla, who had been watching the whole thing as she jerked on her cunt, decided to get involved in the act.
"Darla took on part of his body and sucked, while Gladys took the other. You name it and they sucked it, his armpits, his earlobes, his chest. Then Gladys went to work eagerly on his asshole, licking it like crazy."
"Damned, you're getting me horney just listening to this. What I wouldn't give to get a fuck from them."
"So while Gladys kept on briskly sucking Don's asshole, Darla went to work on his cock. Don told me that about that time he was just about ready to flip, getting it in the ass from one gal and in the cock from the other one.
"It didn't take him long to shoot, naturally, what with getting that kind of treatment. Then the girls traded off positions, with Gladys going down on his prick and Darla sucking out his ass. They kept up the action until he shot again."
"These girls I've just got to meet," I said with determination.
"I'll introduce you to them. C'mon, let's go."
The closer I got to them the harder and more noticeably my prick would begin to throb. They had already worked up quite a sweat, and when we finally moved into close range, I got a good look at both of them. As Mike said, the closer you got to them the harder it would be to choose between them.
They were two distinctly different types, but both of them were astoundingly beautiful. Gladys had long balck hair and darting dark eyes, while Darla's blue eyes contained a rich sparkle that couldn't help but draw you to her.
"Hello, girls," Mike called out to them.
"Oh hi, how are you," Darla replied, showing her even white teeth.
"You're name's Mike, right?" Gladys said.
"That's right," he nodded.
"And who's that big handsome guy with you?" Gladys looked at me with admiration. My cock stood out with excitement over the compliment she paid me.
"Would you believe, that's my old man."
"No, I wouldn't believe that," Darla quickly exclaimed. "He looks much too young."
"Thank you. You girls are just great to be talking like that. By the way, my name is Art."
The girls introduced themselves individually, after which Gladys looked at Darla and said:
"Do you want to play anymore tennis?"
"Until meeting up with Art and Mike, I would have said yes. But now I don't really care anymore."
"That's what I thought you'd say," Gladys nodded. "I feel exactly the same way."
"How would you like to follow us to our apartment?" Darla showed those pearly white teeth, which sparkled so radiantly in the sun as she smiled. "I'll bet you could both use a cold beer. You look like you could."
"That's the best invitation we've gotten all day," I beamed radiantly. By that point I was every bit as much as a teen-ager as the other three members of the party, and my heart was beating with pulsating joy over the prospects of getting to know Gladys and Darla better.
"Then what are we waiting for," Gladys smiled. "Are you guys in the parking lot?"
"Yes," mike nodded.
"Then good, let's go. You can follow us to Westwood."
Mike was the one who had driven me over to the court, so we piled into his yellow Pinto, while the girls got into a white Mustang, with Darla sitting down behind the wheel.
A few minutes later we arrived at their fashionable apartment house. Considering the fact that I knew Gladys and Darla were students, I had expected humbler surroundings. And when we got inside I was even more aghast, since the place was furnished lavishly.
"This looks absolutely fantastic," I exclaimed.
"Well, we're both working girls," Gladys said, "so we pitch in and manage to maintain a good living style."
"Yes, apparently you're doing quite well," Mike said.
"We both model," Darla informed us.
"No kidding," I said. Then I went on to tell them about the magazine I was affiliated with, and how hired models in my capacity of art director. They were more than happy to listen to my revelations.
"Do you suppose you'd have any work for two aspiring young models?" Gladys grinned.
"I just might," I said.
"Swell," Darla smiled. "So why don't I bring you guys some beer. How'd that be?"
"Just great," I said.
Gladys went into the kitchen to help her and the girls came back with two beers each. We wound up with two of the bottles, and the girls the other two.
The beer went down cold and fast, settling quickly in my stomach and producing simultaneously a relaxed feeling along with one of advancing sexual excitation. I looked over at the girls, who were seated comfortably in chairs just across from the sofa that Mike and I shared. If there was one thing that was destined to make me good and horney, in addition to the presence of two girls with physical beauty, it was tan, well-formed feminine frames, which both Gladys and Darla definitely had. In fact, I couldn't help but think that they would be the perfect models for tanning lotion ads.
We whisked down our beers rapidly, and the girls, who were also thirsty from playing tennis in the hot sun, even though they hadn't played as long as we had, finished their beers rapidly as well.
Darla got up and strode briskly into the kitchen, opeing four more bottles of beer, which she brought back to us. We belted those down quickly, perhaps even faster than we had the first round, and by then I could tell that the girls were beginning to let their guards down, which was just the way that Mike and I wanted it.
Gladys got things started by half-staggering over to the couch that Mike and I jointly occupied, sliding between us and resting her pretty head against my shoulder.
"I think you're cute," she said.
"That's good, because I know you're cute."
"Oh, you're so charming."
Since she was obviously giving me the green light to do something. I leaned over and kissed her on the lips. I made sure that the first kiss was soft and sensitive, not wanting to push things too fast.
"Just what I was hoping you'd do," she looked me right in the eyes and exclaimed.
"Good, then maybe I'd better do it again."
"I think you should. Only this time I'll have warning and I'll pucker up."
"Then let's go."
This time she met my forward thrust with one of her own, and this time the kiss froze for what seemed like an eternity as our lips pressed together.
By the time we released our lips from each other I noticed that Darla had gotten into the act by squeezing in next to Mike. They exchanged several swift and passionate lip kisses.
Just as the kisses were really beginning to heat up on both sides, Darla decided that it was time to get up and fetch us another round of beers.
So for the time being the preliminary love-making was postponed as we sampled another round of beers. My head began swirling with carefree lightheadedness as I let the beer go down the pipe. And, much to my satisfaction, the girls proceeded to loosen up all the more in their attitudes.
One we finished our third round Darla sprawled out in the middle of the rug and said: "Let's play a little grabass."
"Just the thing to pass the time in the right way," Mike said vigorously, flopping his body down on the floor.
Gladys and I watched Darla and Mike assume the initiative for a while as Mike grabbed ahold of Darla's little white shorts and squeezed her buttocks gingerly. She reacted like an aroused little girl as Mike applied the pressure to her ass.
"Oh, you nasty man," she laughed, "you really know how to turn a girl on. Oh, keep that up, I like it."
While he kept on applying pressure, Gladys decided that it would be a good idea to get into the act, so she sprawled her beautiful tanned body out on the rug, proving a perfectly inviting target for yours truly.
In fact, she even teased me into action by twisting her, body seductively on the rug for my benefit, determined to draw me out quickly and meaningfully.
As I joined her on the rug, throwing my arms around her waist, she noticed how hard my cock had become, so she investigated by reaching out toward my trousers, running her fingers smoothly over the hard expansive outline of my dong.
"Oh, that's real good," she said with genuine enthusiasm. "I want you to keep that up. I love it, just love it."
She finally removed her fingers from my cock, shifting her hips back and forth enthusiastically, playing the role of the seductive woman, which she was so ideally suited to play.
I grabbed a hold of her sexy ass, delighting in the sensations I derived just by feeling it. The ass was smooth and well-rounded, nice and firm, just made for my fingers to touch and squeeze, and as I did squeeze my cock became so excited that I was afraid I would be shooting my juices at any second.
"Now we're on our way," was Gladys' emphatic prediction.
"Yes we are, we're off to a flying start."
"Oh, yes, yes, squeeze my buns, baby."
"You feel so good. Oh, what sensations, I love it, really love it, I love that ass."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
We played grabass on the floor until the four of us got so horney that we had to move on to the next step of the operation.
As you could probably guess, that next step consisted of taking off the girls' clothes, which provided both Mike and I with loads of fun.
My fingers fumbled diligently at her white blouse. It stuck to her skin more readily than normal due to the amount of sweating that she had done. I tugged away systematically until the blouse came off. Underneath it was her bra, which I next tugged away on, until it also came off.
When I saw those creamy white breasts dancing luxuriously before my eyes I ran my fingers over them soothingly, enjoying the sensations I derived therefrom. Then I let the fingers close in more sharply, applying themselves rigorously as I squeezed her breasts and nipples. She let her breasts dance in front of her, thrusting her tits out so I would get an exhibition thrown in for my efforts.
"Ah, this is good, I like the way you move those fingers around, my love, keep it up," she exclaimed. "That's it, keep those fingers moving around."
I moved my fingers with rhythmic skill for the next few minutes, then let my tongue slide against her breasts. I let the tongue skirt casually for several strokes, then I began nibbling on her nipples as her breathing became progressively louder.
As far as our two friends were concerned, Mike had succeeded in taking off Darla's clothes, and her entire body dangled before him. I took one look at Darla, with her vibrating legs spread and showing her shimmering blonde pubic hairs, which glistened in the bathing warmth of her moistness.
My cock hardened some more when I observed Darla's totally naked body, so I decided it would be in my best interests to finish the job I had commenced a few minutes earlier. With a wave of new enthusiasm sweeping through me I began going to work on her shorts. I gasped with excitement as I felt around those pliable ass cheeks once again, giving myself and Gladys loads of pleasure.
Then I went to work pulling them off. I had to tug energetically several times in that the sweat had stuck her shorts to her, but I was determined to totally unveil her, and finally I did just that. All I had to do was pull off the shorts since she was wearing no panties underneath. Now I got a look at her smooth burning black bush, which looked so enticing that my tongue began watering immediately with the anticipation of coming into contact with her snatch.
I let my fingers drop down to that pubic bush which surrounded her inviting slit. In and out my fingers moved with characteristic briskness as I enjoyed the stimulating contact.
"Oh, can you make a girl feel good," she whispered.
"This is just the start. I like nothing better than to provide beautiful girls like you with thrills."
"Keep those fingers circulating, honey, I love it. Oh, Art, keep those fingers going."
Her encouraging words caused the adrenaline to rush through my body. I lived to make her happy at that moment, to provide both of us with all the thrills I could.
The fingers continued to move with increasing swiftness, until I could feel the moistness in her snatch. Then I decided it would be a good idea to put my tongue to work between those lovely legs of hers.
As I dropped my head, she exclaimed passionately:
"That's it, let your tongue touch my snatch. I want you to go down on me, I want you to eat me.
I brought my tongue to bear in her mound, picking up the scent of her nest as I let my tongue lower. The first few times I was interested in doing no more than letting my tongue flick slowly. I was determined to see that things moved on an even keel, and that the intense energies my trembling body felt were dispelled in just the right manner, so that the two of us would derive great thrills.
As I sucked her slowly, letting the tempo gradually build to the point where I would eventually be letting her have it at top speed, my son Mike and the object of his current affections, Darla, were having a blast next to us on the rug.
Mike was occupying himself sucking Darla's asshole with brisk, forceful strokes. As he licked her anus passionately she let her body lift in response to his actions. She would also let out periodic gasps as she displayed her enjoyment of what was happening.
But I didn't look at that action for very long. I was too occupied in what I was doing with Gladys.
While my tongue continued to pick up speed in my sucking, and as it curled passionately around her moist furry mound, I cupped my fingers around those ass cheeks. I loved the feeling of having my fingers dig into them, since they were so smooth and firm, so absolutely wonderful to the touch.
She enjoyed the extra contact, and her body flipped back and forth under the pressure that I supplied.
"Now you've really got me going," she said.
"You've got me going, baby."
"Oh, I love the way those fingers are clasping around my ass."
I ended my brief respite away from her snatch, then sent my tongue flailing once more inside her mound. Her body flung once again as she looked forward to flooding my mouth with her juice. I transferred my fingers dramatically from her ass cheeks to her breasts, letting them circulate while her body trembled.
"Oh, baby, keep those fingers on my tits," she coaxed. "That feels so soft and warm, I really like the way you're moving them, yes, I like that, move those fingers around, I like it."
Several strokes later she unleashed a furious assault of womanly juices into my waiting mouth. I got the delicious warm meal that I had been waiting for, after which I was ready to move on to something else. For one thing, my cock was so hard that I just had to get it off and fast.
"I've just got to fuck you," I said with desperation, pulling my hard dick out of my pants.
"Take your clothes off and let's go into the bedroom."
"That's a good idea," Darla said immediately as she lay sprawled out on the rug getting her cunt sucked by Mike. "Let's go into the bedroom, Mike."
We went into the bedroom and the girls helped us off with our clothes. Then we were ready to go to work in earnest.
Gladys and Darla were bound and determined to get us as hot as they could, so while Mike and I cupped our fingers fervently around their breasts the girls worked their fingers up and down over our dicks. Mine swelled with passion and my body shook as I decided that I would just have to get her down on the bed.
We shared the bed, which fortunately was big enough to accommodate the four of us. It reminded me of the last truly wild fuck I had involved myself in-the one at home wherein I participated in sex with my wife and daughter, while Mike also got in his best shots.
One quick glance over on the other side of the bed told me what Mike's course of action was. Immediately that rigid penis pumped its was into Darla's cunt as she threw her body forward vigorously to meet his determined thrusts.
I decided that it was time for me to push onward in the same vein. I reached out and squeezed her tits several times as the passion built appreciably. She would let out a periodic gasp when I would goose her nipples affectionately.
"Oh, I'll, bet you're gonna give me a good fuck, baby," she exclaimed with high hopes.
"I am, I am, oh, give it to me."
"Hang on, baby," I sighed.
Then I pushed my hot meat forward with a spearing thrust, entering her love pit. She was hot and tight, just the waz I like a woman, and I just loved the way that she would send her hips flying back and forth, filling me with excitement.
"Oh, I like that, keep up those movements," I told her, slapping her ass cheeks faithfully.
"Send it in me, send that dick into me," she gasped.
"Hang in there, baby, we're both gonna have a blast."
The spearing movements continued at a rapid pace. My fleshy cudgel, which was hard and firm, continued to tear and stab at her moist mound as I drove forward.
With blinding need, and with the sweat pouring from my body, I pushed forward, determined to get my rocks off, determined to explode inside her cunt.
Over next to us Mike and Darla had the bedsprings rocking as Mike pumped savagely inside her nest. I raced forward, matching the pace that my son was setting, not wanting to be outdone by him anymore in bed with a broad than I did on the tennis court, where we had engaged in two fast sets.
Now we were pushing forward at an equal clip, and it became just a question of whether the bed would hold up under the impassioned strain to which the four of us were subjecting it.
I pushed my lips against hers and held my breath as I continued to stab forward relentlessly, determined to get my rocks off in a meaningful Way, with my prick stabbing inside her.
Once I got worked up through several piercing lip kisses I slipped my tongue inside her mouth and pushed forward blindingly, rocking my body back and forth and driving my cudgel devastatingly into her, and letting my tongue swim inside her mouth.
We both began gasping more noticeably than before, and our bodies were trembling more noticeably than before, as I pushed forward, feeling the drive itch in my cock and balls as I moved ever closer to shooting off my dick.
The explosion then came, with both of us shooting at the same time, spilling our juices voluminously.
I took my tongue out of her mouth when it was all over and stretched out next to her. As we lay there we watched Mike apply the finishing touches to his fuck with Darla. He tore at her with relentless energy, allowing his hips to flip back and forth.
"Hang on, baby," Darla called out to him, "because I'm gonna send my spray your way."
No sooner were the words out of her mouth than I saw the juice bolt out of her. Mike began stabbing with even more zealous energy than he had before as he sought to get his rocks off.
Several stabs later the big moment arrived and the floodtide of juice was released from his bulging penis.
"Oh, that feels so good," he exclaimed, "oh, it , feels so nice, so nice, oh, I'm so relieved, so relieved."
Darla got up and went into the kitchen, bringing back another round of beers.
"Just what I needed," I laughed as I accepted another bottle of beer.
"That'll grow a little more hair on that already manly chest of yours," Darla winked, giving my chest a squeeze, then tweaking the hairs on them several times.
We sat and chatted casually, lying sprawled out on the bed, as we drank our beer. Once we finished we came to a joint decision-it was time to go back to the screwing.
"I'd like to take you on this time, baby," Darla reached over and squeezed my balls affectionately.
"That would be fine with me. I've made it with a beautiful brunette, and I don't intend to discriminate against blondes."
"And I don't want to discriminate against brunettes," Mike quickly put in his two cents worth.
We started out by putting our fingers to work. I ran my fingers tantalizingly over Darla's passionate mound while Mike was giving Gladys the same kind of erotic treatement.
As for the girls, they remained occupied with their own movements as they both started jerking up and down over our hard dicks, causing us to get more excited than before, and causing both of us to work our fingers more energetically over the girls' mounds.
Once more the old bedsprings were jangling and our bodies were bouncing as the finger movements persisted at a swift pace. It would only be a short time, I reasoned, before I would be testing my tongue on Darla's blonde-thatched cunt.
I finally decided to take the big plunge once her body was rocking back and forth uncontrollably. I reached out and grabbed ahold of her legs and simultaneously shoved my head down between her legs.
Passionately I flicked my tongue around her steaming box, and every bit as passionately as she sank her head down between my legs and went to work on my actively pulsating penis.
Next to us on the bed, I noticed that Mike and Gladys were also lying across from each other, and were tearing away at their love organs in a vigorous sixty-nine.
The four of us quickly lost ourselves in a sea of orgiastic delight as we pushed forward, determined to suck each other dry. I thought about how we had met the girls on the tennis court and decided that, as much fun as a game of tennis could be, it couldn't hold up a candle to the type of blistering action we were enjoying in bed, sixty-nining ourselves toward climax.
Finally the orgasms were had, and we found ourselves exhausted from the fantastic pace we had set. A spirited screw had reached a happy ending. The girls fixed us up with some more beer, another round, and by the time I finished mine I was feeling bloated.
"I'll see what I can do about getting you girls some modeling work," I told them after Mike and I had dressed and were about ready to leave.
"That would be great," Darla cooed. "And I hope you two will be making it back this way again soon."
"Ditto from me too," Gladys said.
I felt like every bit the teenager that Mike and the two girls actually were as Mike and I left. I guess there was nothing like a good fuck with two sexy teenagers, I thought, to keep you young.
"I'll tell you one thing," I exclaimed after we got into the car and Mike drove away.
"What's that?"
"Don couldn't have been more right when he said they were wild screws."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Since I had opened up my sex life in a big way, I found myself getting hornier more often. It's a funny thing about sex-you can either control it to a certain point or go for broke, and often, when you go for broke, you find yourself acting like you're starved for sex when you really shouldn't be.
The more sex I got the more I seemed to want. I went over to Bob's several times when his wife wasn't around and had an orgy with Dodie and Laura, in which we'd take turns having sex with each girl, just as Mike and I had done with our UCLA cuties Darla and Gladys.
My cock was bulging at the seams one morning as I walked in the office. The big reason it was bulging was because my friend and lover Elaine would be in that afternoon. Quite naturally, I was expecting a little more than just a professional relationship, and based upon the past, I had every reason to expect more.
I spent a large part of the morning in my boss' office discussing a future layout. Then he left at eleven for an appointment in Anaheim, announcing that he would be gone for the rest of the day. With Elaine coming in the afternoon, quite naturally I greeted his revelation with great enthusiasm, even though I kept it to myself.
Elaine looked as gorgeous as I had ever seen her wearing a green pants suit when she flounced in at one o'clock. I looked over that beautiful body and began mentally undressing her, determining how nice it would be to fuck her again, and confident that I would be getting that chance very soon.
I went into the darkroom and got Barney, and as I watched her go through her paces after changing into the dress we har earmarked for her, I started getting good and hard. I paced the floor restlessly, the sex energies building up inside me.
After the shooting Barney went back to the darkroom. He explained that he had to do a little bit of developing, then he would be going out to shoot a company assignment.
I was happy that he would be leaving, and that he was in a hurry, since, if necessary, I could even fuck Elaine in her dressing cubicle. I remembered the diligent blow job she had given me in there that last time that we had had sex, and wondered if she would want to go the same route again.
My own inclination was that she would rather make the scene with me again in her apartment, where everything would be safe and private, and that would certainly be fine with me.
Once Barney left the room I walked over to Elaine and whispered:
"How about me mixing us a drink."
"No thank you," she rebuffed me politely but firmly, which took me aback more than a little.
"How come?" I asked.
"I'm sorry. I'm just not in the mood for a drink."
With that she disappeared into the cubicle, shutting the curtain behind her. I was taken aback by her attitude, and decided to pour myself a stiff shot of Scotch before talking to her some more. As I stood by my wet bar sipping my Scotch reflectively, I got to thinking about my response to her decline of my offer.
The more I stood there and thought about it, the more convinced I became that I had probably overreacted. What the hell, just because Elaine didn't feel like having a drink right then did not mean that I wouldn't get to fuck her. Hell, she had always, based upon past examples, been more than willing to provide me with sex, and as I got down to the end of my drink the enthusiasm proceeded to swell inside me.
I began looking forward to that fuck that I was confident I would get. As I belted down the last few drops from my glass I got up and walked toward the cubicle. My penis was throbbing with sensation. I got to thinking how wonderful it would be to receive one of her skillful blow jobs at that point.
I reached toward the curtain, preparing to open it and go inside, hoping to find her naked.
"Is that you, Art?" she said immediately when she heard me fingering the curtain.
"Yeah, it sure is," I chuckled. "I'll be right in there to see you."
"No, please don't," she said coldly.
"What's wrong? Last time you were in here I not only came in, but I got a good blow job from you."
"That was the last time. Look, I'll talk to you after I get dressed. I'll be out in a minute."
My heart sank as I removed my fingers from the curtain and returned to the wet bar. My fingers were trembling with frustration as I poured myself another drink. I just couldn't get over what was happening to me. I just wasn't used to getting rebuffed in view of my recent overwhelming successes with the opposite sex.
I waited pensively for her to come out of there, and when she did, I had a question awaiting her.
"Elaine, just what in hell has happened?" I asked with obvious frustration in my voice. "I mean, before we were so friendly and all. I don't get it. I mean, if you don't think it's private enough in this office, then let's go over to your apartment and have a good fuck, like we had last time."
"No, that's all over," she shook her head, sympathetically, but with the requisite amount of firmness to let me know that she wasn't changing her mind.
"May I ask why?" I asked in a whisper.
"Yes, the other day, just after you were over, after we'd engaged in our sexual gymnastics, I started thinking long and hard about where my life was going. I thought about what would happen when I got a little older. I realized that I just wouldn't have any security at all, and that thought started haunting me." She talked slowly, weighing every word carefully, determined to see that I got the point. "Well, the next day my second husband, Gordy, whom I'd always loved a lot, called me up and asked me to lunch. Poor Gordy, he had put up with quite a bit of my playing around, but then finally he told me it was either shape up on my part or he'd have to end the whole relationship. He told me that he just couldn't stand up under the trauma of all my extra action, all the cocksucking I seemed to do so much of."
"So what happened with Gordy?" I asked.
"Well, it was just like meeting him for the first time all over again that day," her eyes lit up. "And, you know, I started pouring out my whole heart and telling him what a fool I had been to do all the things I had done. At first he seemed about as stupefied as you look right now with me telling you all this, and I don't really blame him, just as I don't blame you. No, I've been the girl with the peanut butter legs and the hot mouth for too long, but there is time to change, before it's too late, before I've lost my looks and have ended up walking the streets. I don't want to end up on Main Street. So, anyway, Gordy was just beautiful and he's asked me to remarry him. You see, he always had loved me, and the only snag in our marriage was my promiscuity, which was my damned fault."
"I see your point," I had to agree. "No, I don't blame you one bit. I wish both of you good luck."
"Thank you. I really appreicate that. And as far as my modeling career goes, I'll be giving that up after I get married. I want to end the rat race on all fronts."
"I don't blame you one bit."
"This time I'm gonna be the dutiful wife, have some kids, settle down, and raise them."
"That's the girl."
She left the office and I couldn't help but feel admiration for her the way she had faced up to things. But when I thought some more about what she had said I realized that, even though it hadn't been intended as such, it constituted quite an indictment to all that I had been representing for the last few months.
That incident with Dodie in San Bernardino had set off a chain reaction that had extended into every conceivable area. I might have been in my forties, but my tastes appeared to be running in the direction of teenagers.
I recalled an article that had once appeared in our magazine about middle-aged hippies, and I thought about how applicable it was to me. I had been the raging sensation of the teenage scene, balling every beautiful female I could entice into bed with me, including my own daughter and her best friend.
Perhaps it was true that, if it hadn't been for the fact that my wife, son, and daughter were leading such wild sexual lives in their own right, I wouldn't have become involved to the extent I did, but in the final analysis that wasn't a legitimate excuse. After all, I was supposed to be the leader of the family, which I was proving myself to be anything other than.
The more I thought about all that I had been through, the worse I began to feel. The guilt and the doubts began to plague me. If my son and daughter ultimately came to no good, I thought, then it was my own fault. And I also was forced to come to the conclusion that, if I had spent more time around them than I had, particularly in recent years, things would have been different.
I left the office in a beaten, depressed state. Elaine's words had cut to the very core of me, forcing me to wake up and leave my insulated world of illusion that I had been having so much fun in.
I drove into the Valley and stopped at a bar on Ventura Boulevard not far from my house. I sat around and got drunk for the next three hours, sitting quietly, sipping, and doing plenty of thinking. I thought mainly about Jane, Mike and Dodie. Elaine's words of sorrow concerning the way she had ended up, the tortuous sexual paths she had followed, made me think of my beautiful daughter. Dodie was actually a younger version of the Elaine I had known, and perhaps that was why I liked Elaine as well as I did. Dlaine possessed the same kind of devil-may-care attitude about life, particularly in the realm of sex, that Dodie did.
Then I finally got tired of sitting there. I decided to go home and face the music. I wanted to have a showdown with Jane to talk about the bad example that both of us were setting for our children.
Fortunately when I arrived home Jane was there alone. She was watching a movie, as she sometimes did in the afternoon before dinner, and was sipping a glass of bourbon and water.
"Can I speak to you a minute?" I began solemnly.
"Can't it wait, dear. I'm watching a movie," she said casually. "By the way, you're home early."
"Yeah, and I want to talk now," I said emphatically, walking over and turning the television off.
"Don't do that," she pouted. "What's gotten into you? I was watching that and it was just getting good."
"I've decided to start acting like a man again for the first time in quite a spell."
Not only did I surprise her with my action, I surprised myself as well. I realized that I had been letting my position as king of the house sink into sharp decline for quite some time. Now I was battling for survival.
I got all that had been bugging me ever since Elaine's revelations off of my chest systematically. I told Jane that, even if she didn't care about herself or her marriage to me, she owed it to her children to stick by them and do the right thing, and that by acting in the manner that both of us had we were abdicating our responsibilities as parents.
You know, she finally broke down in tears after I got through with my story. She looked up at me pitifully and said:
"You're right. I've thought about this many times, but I just don't seem to know how to help myself."
"That's what I'm here for," I leaned over and kissed her lips tenderly. "I think we're ready to turn the corner and get back to living in the way that we used to. You're so beautiful that I don't need any other lover but you."
"Oh, baby, I like the way you're talking."
I placed my hand inside hers and said, "Honey, let's go into the bedroom. Let's turn over our new leaf in the best way possible, with a nifty fuck."
We walked arm-in-arm into the bedroom. Then I systematically removed her clothes.
I ran my fingers over her furry snatch, then eased her body downward into the bed. I let my tongue glide against her warm mound as she sighed and kicked her legs passionately.
"Oh, eat me, then I'll suck your beautiful cock," she exclaimed.
I moved my tongue diligently and sucked, determined to taste the beautiful woman I was married to. We both began to feel much better after leveling with each other.
