The place next door to Peggy Sommers' new home might have been called a stud farm. But Peggy found out that the real studs were the ones on two legs instead of four. Bruce Coleman not only straightened out her messed-up sex life, but kept it straight long enough to introduce Peggy's daughter Kathy into the ins and outs of life on the farm. When Bruce finally had his hands full with both Peggy and Kathy, he called on his black farm hand, Jesse, who had more than enough to help out!
1
Peggy Sommers opened the sliding-glass door of the master bedroom and stepped out on the patio, snugging her white robe about her bikini-clad figure. Off in the distance, beyond the towers of downtown San Diego, lay the blue-gray expanse of the Pacific, calm and untroubled in contrast to her own inner turmoil. She tongued wetly at her lips as she glanced at each of the massive structures rising in the warm air like stiff, eager cocks. The simile brought a bitter smile to her lips. It's almost a year, she thought, since Robert and I last fucked! Peggy threw the beach towel over her shoulder, opened her robe, and stroked her firm full breasts. "Damn him!" she growled, "him and his horny black secretary!" She strolled out to the swimming pool.
Leaves floated on the surface of the water and a fine layer of silt covered the bottom. Peggy glanced around the spacious yard. The grass was lush and deep, and badly in need of cutting. But the tall, dense private hedges lining the boundaries of the property were trimmed with precision. Spreading the beach towel on the concrete apron of the pool, Peggy slipped off her robe, exposing the pale flesh of her slender body to the warm morning sunshine. Somewhat guiltily, she tugged the narrow band of her white bra up over her nipples, and glanced about to make certain no one could see her. The bikini was indecent! As she looked down at the wisps of black pubic hair escaping from the waistband of the loin cloth, and the distinct furrow of her vaginal slit beneath the tightly fitted nylon, she recalled with bitterness Robert's caustic comment when she had worn it the first and only time. "For Christ's sake!" he had said, "you're the mother of two teen-aged kids! You look like a cheap whore showing off her tits and pussy in that thing!"
Although eight months had elapsed since that July afternoon in the bedroom of their home in Stamford, Connecticut, shame and anger flushed her face every time Peggy recalled the incident. Despite the warmth of the sun, a cool wind off the ocean sweeping up the canyon chilled her bare flesh. Picking up the towel, Peggy strolled over to the hedge seeking a sunny spot in the deep grass. The sound of a man's voice speaking in a soft Southern drawl startled her. "Take it easy, girl, easy! You gonna give me a slow fuck-fuck ride, baby, jus' like the boss taught you, right?"
The hedge was so dense, Peggy was unable to see through it. Tense with excitement, she got to her knees and crawled along the base of the bushes until she found a narrow opening close to the ground. Pressing her cheek against the warm fragrant grass, she peered through the gap to see a young black man stroking the mane of a small brown horse. The mare shook her head and bent her neck to nuzzle at the pocket of the man's blue jeans. "Ginny, baby!" he said, laughing softly, "I got one lump of sugar for my lover-girl before we fuck, and one lump after."
Omigod! Peggy thought, he's going to fuck a horse!" Tingles of erotic excitement skittered through her breasts and her cunt as she watched him palm a lump of sugar to the mare's pink lips. "This is sick," she muttered, "disgusting! He's a moron!" But she was unable to take her eyes off the man and beast. How could he mount the animal? she wondered, brushing out of her mind the sick sense of guilt roused by her eagerness to witness a depraved bestial act. She noticed for the first time the white rail fence enclosing an oval ring some hundred feet in length. He'll have to stand on the lower rail, she thought. She laid the towel on the grass hurriedly, made a pillow of her robe, and lay down on her belly. The Negro was stroking the mare while he unbuttoned his blue work shirt, slipped it off, then removed his jeans. Peggy stared at his slender back and the slim yet muscled mounds of his buttocks. His fawn-colored skin glowed warmly in the sunlight. He's only a boy, Peggy thought, only a year or two older than my Robby! The sight of naked male flesh stirred spasms of lust in her loins.
"The boss ain't here, Ginny baby," the boy said in a husky voice. "He'd kill me if he knew I used his fuck-saddle, but I been dyin' to try it." As he turned to mount, Peggy caught a glimpse of his balls and cock, an awesome mass of soft male flesh. She slipped a hand inside her bra to fondle her quivering breast. She tightened her ass muscles to force her pubes in close contact with the ground. "Steady, Ginny, steady," the boy said, "I gotta see how this works." He was astride the mare, the reins in his left hand and his swelling black cock in his right. Although Peggy knew little about Western saddles, she recognized a difference in the shape of the pommel. Instead of a stiff leathery knob rising upright a few inches, a short, rubbery tube about seven inches in length angled forward over the mare's neck. Peggy sensed the hot flush of lust surge through her body as she watched the boy insert his hard swollen cock in the tube, the dark pink cockhead protruding from the open end. "Man, oh man!" he squealed, "feels just like a woman's cunt! Easy now, Ginny." He dug his bare heel into the mare's side, urging her into a slow canter.
Peggy watched the boy's naked buttocks slide back and forth in the saddle while the mare circled the ring with a slow, deliberate pace timed to the rhythm of fucking. Her ass began to rotate in the same beat. She placed her bundled robe beneath her pussy, and felt the spasms of delight swirl in her clitoris as she ground her tingling flesh against the rough material. Her breasts were swollen, alive with fiery desire. Keeping an eye on the mare and her naked rider, Peggy removed her bra and cupped her breasts with eager, working fingers. The nylon crotch, wet with her cunt-juices, clung tightly to her swollen cunt lips, increasing the lustful delights with each downward thrust of her ass. With her naked back warmed by the sun, and her tits and belly and loins fired by wild lust, Peggy recalled bitterly the many times she had fucked a pillow in the dark of the night while her husband, rejecting her needs, had slept in his own twin bed. Although the boy was a Negro, Peggy sensed a sudden surge of empathy with him as she noted the mare had quickened her pace. "He's going to come," she whispered. "I'll try to make it at the same time." Currents of sensuous joy flowed through her as she increased the rhythm of her pounding ass. "Oooh!" she moaned, "hurry! I'm ... I'm..."
"Whoa, Ginny, whoa!" the boy cried, reining the mare to a stop on the other side of the hedge. "Man! Man! Man!"
Peggy saw the boy's throbbing prick spew gobs of cum on the mare's neck. At the same moment her own orgasmic storm burst with a violence that shook her with successive jolts of indescribable delight. For some time she lay in a calm, joyous peace of fulfillment, only dimly aware of the sounds beyond the hedge. She glanced through the gap to see the boy leading the mare away. "Come, Ginny, lover-girl, I gotta wash my jism off you before the boss gets back."
Peggy got to her knees, straightened out the towel and lay down on her back. The sun was pleasantly warm on her bare breasts. A light breeze wafted the scent of her cunt-juices up from the sopping crotch of her bikini. Shame pricked her mind like a needle momentarily. She threw an arm across her brow to shield her eyes from the bright sun. Migod! she thought, I would have welcomed that Negro boy in my arms! She shuddered. I'm as guilty as Robert with his black secretary. But he had no reason to seek sex away from home. I never refused him ... or did I?
Her thoughts now drifted back into the past as she dozed. The rift in their marriage had begun, she was sure, that night a year ago on their return home from the party at the Scanlon's. Robert had had one too many drinks, yet had insisted on driving the car. Peggy had gone to bed immediately, angered by Robert's stupid attention to a dumb, blonde divorcee at the party, and his drunken driving of the car on the way home. That was the first time she had ever seen him drunk. When he came to bed after fixing himself another drink in the kitchen, he had tried to make love. She turned her back on him. "Damn it!" he had cried, "I want cunt tonight, Baby!" Throwing the covers to the foot of the bed, he jerked her nightie up, and buried his nose in her slit. The only time he had ever put his lips to her pussy in sixteen years of marriage was the night of their wedding. He had kissed her cunt with reverence before deflowering her. Since her sexual experience had been confined to normal marital relations, Peggy was shocked. She tried to wriggle free of him, but he held her fast and forced her thighs apart. Despite the disgust she felt at this unnatural, degraded act, her clitoris responded to his tongue, and her ass began to rotate in reflex action. The physical lust rising within her had died, however, as he swung his hips around to shove his hard prick to her lips. "Suck it, Baby! Give your daddy a blow job!" She had fled the room and locked herself in the guest bedroom.
For months, communication between them had been strained. Then, in September, Robert seemed to regain his good humor, without, however, making any advances toward renewed intimacy. Peggy thought she had discovered the answer when she chanced to drop into his office one afternoon and discovered Robert had a new secretary ... a tall, light-skinned black girl, with an exciting figure much of which was exposed by a revealing neckline. Intuitively, Peggy recognized that more than a business relationship existed between them. Hurt and angered by Robert's rejection of her, and by his more frequent business trips out of town, Peggy hired a detective agency to confirm her suspicions. The report established not only the intimate relationship between Robert and Zelda, but also the fact that he maintained an apartment for her in New York. With the intention of filing for divorce, Peggy sought counsel from an attorney friend of her father. "I would advise you to wait, Peggy," he had said. "I was talking to one of Bob's partners recently. He told me Bob was slated for a full partnership in the investment firm by the first of the year, and will take over the management of their San Diego office in the spring."
"Why should I wait? I can't stand living with him knowing..."
The attorney had shrugged. "Financial settlements under California divorce laws, Peggy. That's why. Hang in there. It will be well worth your while."
Peggy ran her hands over her breasts and belly. I'll make up for lost time she thought. I have a lot of loving due me. A shadow blotted out the sunlight. She opened her eyes. Standing over her was a tall, dark-haired man, his deeply tanned figure clothed only in a pair of striped walking shorts.
"Missus Sommers, I presume?" His thin lips curled in a smile as his deep-set, dark eyes scanned her body.
Peggy covered her breasts with one arm while she reached for her robe. "Please!" She quavered, "I wasn't expecting company."
"I'm Bruce Coleman. Sorry to disturb you." He turned his back while she rose and slipped into her robe. "I understood your husband to say that you would be moving out during the Easter vacation next week. Is he home?" He turned to face her.
"No. He had business to finish up. He'll be out here next week sometime." Peggy blushed as she noted his gaze drop to the bra dangling from her left hand. She stuffed it in the pocket of her robe . and drew the garment tightly about her.
"Hmmm!" Coleman ran his index finger across his thin, narrow mustache. "I've been away for a few days. Has your furniture arrived?"
"It came yesterday, Mister Coleman. I entered the children in school this morning. I should be busy unpacking things, but ... " She essayed a light laugh as she gestured toward the yard. "I couldn't resist taking a sunbath. We had three feet of snow when I left home the other day."
"Your husband's a strange man," Coleman said, his dark eyes studying her face. He laughed. "I mean ... well, buying a home without his wife seeing it first."
"Yes, he does strange things." Peggy lowered her gaze to hide the bitter smile on her lips. Her eyes rested on Coleman's genitals tightly bunched beneath the crotch of his walking shorts. She detected a slight movement in his crotch as though his cock were coming to life. Raising her head quickly, she said, "Please excuse me, Mister Coleman. I'd better change. I've had enough sun for the first day."
"I owe you an apology for coming over dressed like this," Coleman said as he accompanied her toward the house. "I just got home ten minutes ago. I had no idea you had moved in already."
Peggy stepped up on the porch and replied with a nervous laugh, "Apology accepted. Let's forget the whole thing. My husband told me you owned horses."
Coleman's dark face lighted up. "Do you ride."
"Lordy! It's been years since I was on a horse."
"Riding's like swimming-once learned, never forgotten. By the way, my first name's Bruce."
"And mine's Peggy."
"Look, Peggy. I promised your husband when I sold him the house that I'd see that the swimming pool was cleaned and fit to swim in, and that the yard would be in good shape. I really came over to see what needed to be done. Suppose you slip into some slacks while I bring my young caretaker over with the necessary tools. Then I'd like to have you come over with me and look over my horses."
"I'm not sure I have the time today, Bruce. Maybe in the next few days..."
Laughter burbled in his throat, but there was no mirth in his eyes as he said, "You'll find I'm a man who never takes no for an answer, Peggy. It will take you no more than ten minutes to look over my few head. How long will it take you to dress?"
Their eyes met for a moment, her gaze sliding away from his intense, dominant look. "All right! Give me twenty minutes."
In the bedroom, Peggy shed her robe and tossed it on the bed. A strong odor of sexual juices rose in her nostrils. She loosened the ties of her loincloth, stepped out of it, and touched the crotch, slimy with her discharge. Glancing into the mirror, she studied her slender, naked body with its firm breasts, and gently curving buttocks. "I've never been unfaithful-never. This will be the first time Bruce Coleman will have to take 'no' for an answer."
The blue eyes staring back at her mocked her with a mischievous glint.
2
Half an hour later, Peggy stepped out on the patio. A pair of light-blue slacks clung to her shapely thighs and buttocks, and a yellow pullover outlined her braless breasts. Bruce stood beside the pool giving instructions to the black boy Peggy had seen fuck-riding the mare. "Missus Sommers," he said, "I want you to know my good man. Jesse, this is the lady of the house. You do anything she tells you to do, hear?"
"Yes suh, Mister Coleman." The boy grinned shyly at Peggy, then bent over to pick up the long aluminum vacuum pole. "Gonna take me most of the day to clean up this mess."
"Then take all day, Jesse. I'll be gone all day tomorrow and when I get back I expect to see this lawn in good shape too." Bruce turned to Peggy and touched her elbow. "Come along, my dear, we got horseflesh and other things to look at." They rounded the corner of the hedge in front of Coleman's house and walked up the driveway leading to the rambling stucco house. "I seldom drink in the morning, Peggy." He glanced at his watch. "It's almost eleven-not too early for a drink. What say?"
"Is your wife home, Bruce?"
"She's long gone," he replied, his voice flat, emotionless.
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"She was a bitch, but she left me with a lovely daughter. Sharon's away at school but you'll meet her next week during Easter vacation. How about that drink?"
"No thanks. You said ten minutes to look at the horses, remember?"
He chuckled and took her arm. "You can't say I didn't try. This way." As he led her past the oval riding ring, his fingers pressed against the swell of her breast. Peggy knew she should discourage his subtle physical intimacy but she couldn't resist the long-forgotten thrill of a man's hand on her breast.
"How long have you owned this place, Bruce?" she asked, pretending not to notice the pressure of his hand.
"Oh, about eighteen years. I bought forty acres and built the house for my bride. I still have ten acres left." He pointed to an old adobe structure a few hundred feet beyond the riding ring. "I made that old structure into a stable. It must be two-hundred-years-old. Come inside."
The interior was dark, illuminated by small windows. Bruce flicked a wall switch inside the door to turn on three overhead fluorescent lights. Four box stalls lined the wall to Peggy's left. Bales of straw and hay were stacked neatly along the opposite wall. Peggy inhaled deeply. "I must be a farmer at heart," she said. "I love the smell of hay and horses. Jesse certainly keeps it clean."
"I'd whip his ass if he didn't. This is a beautiful young mare in the first stall, Peggy. She's gentle as a kitten. I broke her myself." As Peggy looked at the mare Jesse had ridden this morning, Bruce added, "She's in season right now. I'll mate her in a day or two with the stallion down at the end. I want you to see this beauty. We can look at the gelding in the second stall later." The mare whinnied as they walked away. "Sugar for you later, Ginny," Bruce called back over his shoulder. As they reached the last stall, Bruce pointed to a bale of straw on the floor. "You'll have to stand on this, Peggy. Don't put your hands on the top board. Nero's in a petulant mood right now." He lifted her up and set her on the bale, then got up beside her. The stallion stood with his head raised, his nostrils flaring and his ears laid back. He pawed the ground and snorted. Peggy put a hand to her mouth to stifle a gasp. The horse's cock was unsheathed, its enormous bulk hanging down as long and as thick as a man's forearm. Peggy gaped at the awesome sight for several moments. "That's the nature of the male beast," Bruce said softly, "when he scents the female's ready."
Peggy jumped to the ground. "I ... I think I'd better go. I have a lot of shopping to do. I'll have to get dinner for Kathy and Robby tonight."
Bruce leaped down to join her, again taking her arm. "The three of you have dinner with me tonight, Peggy. My favorite restaurant serves the best food you ever ate."
"We couldn't do that. Thanks anyway." She pulled her arm free. "You have some beautiful animals."
Again he took her arm, holding her forcibly as she stood in the doorway. "Have you unpacked your kitchenware ... your pots and pans?"
"No."
"Then you'll have to eat out. I insist that you have dinner with me tonight. What time do the kids come home from school?"
"The bus drops them off at three-thirty."
"It's only a quarter after eleven Peggy. I want you to ride my little mare. Won't take me a minute to saddle her up."
Peggy was silent for a few moments. The sight of the stallion's enormous cock had shocked, yet excited, her. She sensed a certain kinship of male dominance between the fiery sexual instinct of the animal, and the less obvious but equally fierce sex urge of the strong-willed man awaiting her answer.
"Well? Make up your mind, Peggy."
"I haven't been on a horse in so long..." She let her voice trail off in hopeful indecision.
"I'll ride along beside you. Don't worry about a thing."
Peggy watched while he saddled the mare, thrilled by the deft working of his fingers and the movements of his muscular body. J want this man, she thought, I need him. But not today. I mustn't let him think I'm cheap and easy.
After saddling the mare, Bruce put a bridle on the black gelding in the next stall, then led both horses out of the barn. "I assure you, Peggy, you'll never forget this ride," he said as he walked the horses into the ring.
"Do you ride bareback Bruce?"
"The best way to do. Here, put your left foot in my hand and I'll give you a lift up." He adjusted the stirrups as she settled herself.
"I never saw an English saddle like this."
"I made it myself Peggy. I have three hobbies-leather-working, horses, and women. I enjoy combining all three." He swung easily up on the gelding's back. "Easy now, Ginnygirl. Let's go. Walk, Ginny."
As the animals moved off in a leisurely walk, Peggy glanced down at her saddle. The seat had been cut down the middle and a hard rubber tube as thick and as long as a man's stiff prick inserted. With each step the mare took, Peggy could feel the tube massage her cunt. At the pommel, a smaller rubber tube curved upward a few inches like a finger to touch her clitoral area.
"We'll walk them around a couple of times before we canter Peggy. How do you like my handiwork on saddles?"
"It's ... I don't know what to say..." She knew well enough what to say. It's like getting fucked between the legs, she thought. like Robert used to fuck me without a rubber before I started taking the pill.
Bruce chuckled. "Come on Peggy, 'fess up. How do you like it? Feels good, doesn't it?"
Peggy was silent, too busy trying to concentrate on controlling the physical excitement rising in her cunt. She tried to move further back in the saddle, but the sharp rise of the cantle caused her to slide forward. Standing in the stirrups didn't work. Bruce had buckled the straps to a length that would prevent her from raising her ass above the saddle. Her cunt-juices were flowing freely. "I think we'd better stop, Bruce. I've had enough for the first day."
"Nonsense! The best part's about to come. Okay, Ginnygirl!" The horses broke into a slow canter. Bruce's laughter could be heard above the soft thudding of hooves. "Blow your mind, Peggy! Blow!"
Migod! she thought, this feels ... marvelous! Her hips moved back and forth in a slow steady, fucking, rhythm, her cunt massaged by the hard tube from pubes to ass-hole. The rubber tip of the pommel seemed to reach up to titillate her clitoris. Even the nipples of her jouncing breasts tingled under the touch of her tight sweater. Her entire body was deliciously alive and tingling with delight. Waves of ecstatic joy broke within her, one after another, like frothing breakers on a beach, flooding out of her cunt, soaking through her panties to stain the crotch of her light-blue slacks. Her lips parted to pour out her joyous cries, repetitive as each successive orgasm. "Oooh! Wonderful! Marvelous! More! More! More! I love it I love it I love it I love it!" She was pumping her ass faster now, spurring the mare to a swifter pace as she sensed the onset of a violent, overwhelming orgasm. It broke with shattering rapture. She felt herself slipping out of the saddle, then a strong arm catching her to lift her off the horse. Then-darkness.
In a daze, Peggy felt herself carried into the stable. Bruce set her on her feet, held her with one hand while he pulled her sweater over her head. Then he stripped off her slacks and panties. He sucked her nipples as he removed his walking shorts, then set her on the edge of a bale of straw. "Lie back, Peggy!"
She obeyed meekly. Consciousness was breaking out of the fog. She felt a glow of pleasure lying naked before a man, sensing his dominance, doing his bidding, awaiting the touch of his hands and his lips on her sensuous flesh. With growing excitement, she watched him kneel between her legs, and lift her ankles high, then kiss the inside of her thighs. Since her ass-cheeks rested on the edge of the bale, Peggy realized that her entire asscrack was exposed to his view. Bruce leaned back, holding her legs widespread, and stared at her pussy.
"Peggy!" he whispered hoarsely, "I never saw a juicier lovelier cunt!"
Thrilled by his compliment and his use of the vulgar word, Peggy, to her surprise, pleaded, "Kiss it for me Bruce! Love it please!" As the tip of his tongue touched her clitoris, a spasm of delight swirled through her, tingling every nerve in her body. "Oooh! Bruce! Bruce!" she moaned. His tongue laved the sopping lips of her cunt, and moved into her vagina to probe and circle her sensitive tissues. Never had she known such maddening pleasure. As he sucked deeply at the mouth of her vagina, Peggy reached down to twine her fingers in his short, curly black hair. "Oooh! Bruce! I love this!"
With his hands under her knees, Bruce pushed her legs back until her toes almost touched the bale. He stared at her with glittering eyes. "You have a lovely little ass-hole Peggy!" Pressing his nose into her pussy, he tongued down and kissed her anus. Peggy could sense the quivering of her anal ring as his tongue circled it. "Relax, lover, relax!" Her belly tensed with a weird delight as he thrust the tip of his tongue into her ass-hole. Clutching his hair, she tugged his head closer while she pumped her ass to fuck his tongue. "This is weird ... crazy ... but oooh! It's good!" She felt as though her body were enveloped in flaming delight with hot currents coursing through her in joyous abandon. "Bruce! Bruce! I'm coming!" she cried as her ass swung wildly. "Suck my cunt! Suck it!" In the exaltation of orgasm, she was dimly aware of other sounds melting with her own screams of rapture-the snorting of horses, the slurping noise of Bruce's suckling and the dry swish of footsteps in loose hay.
Peggy came out of a brief coma to feel Bruce's tongue lapping the last dregs of her sexual juices. Releasing her legs, Bruce rose to stand and stare at her flushed, naked body. "You really are something else Peggy. I want to fuck you lover, but my gun's so loaded, I'd blow before I got it in. How do you feel?"
Peggy scanned his bronzed muscular figure, her gaze coming to rest on his long thick cock, hard and upright, its crown pink and swollen. "I want that in me, Bruce. Put it in ... please."
"When we fuck, I want it to last. Let's get this first shot out of the cannon, then we'll fuck." He reached for her hand and pulled her to her feet. "It's turnabout time lover." He crushed her to him, mashing her soft breasts against his hairy muscular chest, and kissed her. She opened her lips to suck in his tongue and reached down to place his cock between her legs. He pulled away from her. "Easy does it. I don't want to come like that." Lying down on his back atop the straw bale, he pointed to his upright cock. "Love it!"
Peggy's eyes widened with dismay. "Bruce! I never ... I ... I can't...."
His jaws tensed. "That's shitty prudery. You enjoyed having your cunt sucked and your ass-hole licked. I enjoy having my cock sucked and my balls and ass-hole loved. Try it!"
Peggy ran her tongue wetly over her lips. The strange tangy taste of her own cunt-juice reminded her that sucking cunt was not in the Prude's Guide to Marital Happiness. She had lost her husband's love a year ago under similar circumstances. She had no intention of losing Bruce. Sinking to her knees between his legs, she leaned forward and tongued at the crown of his cock, and moved her lips over its delicate surface. The skin was amazingly soft and tender. Opening her mouth widely, she managed to take the entire cockhead between her lips.
"Don't suck it now Peggy. Love me up down there first. Make me want to come lover."
"I don't know how to do this, Bruce, but I'll try." Remembering the sensitivity of her own flesh as she had experimented in the past year with her own hands, she leaned forward to kiss his navel. His hard cock lay in the cleft of her breasts and she sensed his response to her kiss in the thumping of his prick. Encouraged, Peggy tongued and kissed every area of his belly, working her way down to the thick patch of pubic hair above the base of his cock. Nosing into the crinkly hair, she sniffed the strange musky smell, inhaling deeply to fully savor it. She felt his hand in gentle strokes on the top of her head as she worked her lips up the shaft of his cock, kissed the soft skin of its crown, and tongued away the glistening drops of liquid. As her tongue touched the underside of his cockshaft, she sensed his immediate response of delight. That's his most sensitive spot, she thought, just like my clitoris. Amazed at her thorough enjoyment of what she had always thought of as immoral and disgusting, Peggy tongued down the underside of his shaft to his balls, drawn up tightly to the base of his cock. The crinkly skin surprised her. What different textures the male flesh offered. She opened her mouth to draw in one testicle, tongued at it, then suckled gently at the other one. Both of his hands caressed her head now, expressive of his joyous appreciation. She knew she was doing a complete and satisfactory job on her first attempt-and loving every moment of it. "Raise your legs, Bruce," she murmured.
"Peggy! Peggy! Peggy! Oooh, lover!" Lifting his legs high in the air, he let them drop until his knees touched the straw beside his shoulders, opening his asscrack to her curious inspection.
"Gosh! I never saw a man's ... cock ... and ... balls ... and his ... ass-hole before!" She nosed into the soft flesh beneath his testicles. The male scent was strongest there. "I love the smell of you down here," she whispered, inhaling deeply. She tongued down into the smooth hairless area then kissed his anus, sensing the spasm of his anal ring. For a moment she hesitated. He did it to me, she thought, and I loved it. He must too. She circled his anus with her tongue, then jabbed the tip of her tongue into his rectum. The pressure of his hands and the reflex bucking of his ass thrilled her. With her palms under his buttocks, Peggy controlled the fucking movements of his ass.
"Peggy! I'm close! Suck my cock! Quick!"
Raising her head, Peggy engorged the swollen cock, sucking deeply.
"Take it lover! Here it comes!" He clamped his hands behind her head and held her fast as the first geyser of his cum burst in her mouth, followed by another and another and another. Unable to draw her head back, Peggy had no choice but to swallow the sticky semen. As his cock shriveled, she engorged the whole of it, sucking the soft tender flesh until her nose touched his pubic hair. She straightened up, then leaned back on her haunches, studying the soft mass of prick and balls she had just made love to.
Bruce dropped his feet to the ground, and looked at her quizzically. "Well? How'd you like sucking cock?"
Peggy moved her tongue around in her mouth, savoring the taste of the remnants of his cum. "I can't describe the taste of your ... your semen ... sort of a flat metallic taste, I'd say. But I like it." Her face lighted up with a radiant smile. "I had no idea sex could be so much fun. I'd be glad to suck your cock anytime. It tastes delicious."
"You still want to fuck, Peggy?"
"Oh yes. Can you ... now I mean?" She started to rise. He put a hand on her head.
"You have to make it hard again. What's the best way you can think of to do that?"
Peggy looked up at the crinkled lines about his eyes and returned his smile. "Lie back and enjoy. I'll have the starch back in this quicker than a hand laundry."
"You're too much, you know that?" Bruce lay down, chuckling quietly. "Go after it lover, but stop when I tell you. I'm going to give you the best fuck you ever had."
Peggy put her arms under his thighs and placed her hands on his flat muscular belly, trailing her fingertips lightly up and down while she pressed her cheek against his cock. "You poor little thing, you," she whispered, "you were a giant only a minute ago. Mmmmm! I love you!" She blew her breath lightly over the fuzzy hair at the base of his cock, then mouthed along the shaft until her lips touched the satiny skin of his cockhead. "I missed a delicious drop." She tongued away the dewy liquid ... then swallowed his soft prick. Even in a dormant state, his cock filled her mouth with its delicious bulk. What a fool I've been, Peggy thought, and all the time I've wasted. Cockflesh had a distinctive, delicate taste she could not describe. She rolled her tongue around it, savoring it fully. How long does it take a man to get a second hard-on? she wondered. An hour? I hope so! I could suck on this all day! She drew her head back, sucking deeply, until his cockhead reached her lips, then she tongued at his sensitive spot, feeling his hips jerk.
"It won't be long lover," Bruce said. He placed a hand on her head, and slid his foot between her thighs. Peggy's ass bucked as his big toe touched her clitoris. She suppressed an urge to laugh. I fucked his tongue up my ass, now I'm fucking his big toes in my cunt. It didn't occur to her that she was using words in her mind she had never used before in speech or in thought. His toe was massaging her clitoris into delightful spasms. She returned the favor with her tongue tip fluttering at the underside of his cockhead. His cock came to life, swelling rapidly. Regretfully, Peggy drew her head back to make room for its expanding bulk.
"Right on, Peggy! I'm ready!"
She glanced up at him over the tip of his hard cock. "Want me to suck you off again before we fuck?"
"I'm not sure I can make it a third time lover," he replied, sitting up. "There'll be plenty more opportunities. Stretch out on your back, and let your legs hang over the end of the bale." They exchanged places. Bruce put his hands und knees and stepped closer. "Put it in. You're v ready for it."
Peggy reached down to take his hard cock in her hand, an act she had never performed for her husband. "You're awfully big darling. Please be gentle." She swiped his cockhead in her soppy cunt, then positioned it at the mouth of her vagina. He moved into her gently and held his huge throbbing glans just inside her cunt. "Put your legs around my hips and lock your ankles. That's my girl!" He held still, waiting.
"Oooh, darling! That feels so good!" she murmured.
"Take hold of it! What are you waiting for?"
Puzzlement showed in Peggy's face. She reached a hand to touch his cock. "Like this?"
"Hell no! With your cunt muscles."
"I don't know what you mean Bruce."
"You been married sixteen years and you never used your cunt muscles in fucking?" He shook his head in disbelief. "When you piss you release your sphincter muscle, and when you want to shut off your piss, you tighten it, right?"
"Yes."
"And no one ever told you to use those muscles when you fuck?"
Peggy shook her head in embarrassed silence.
"Make as if you're going to piss, then shut it off. Try it! When you do, you'll feel inner muscles clutch the head of my prick. Come on now Peggy, stop pissing."
Tears brimmed in her eyes. "Please Bruce, be patient with me. No one ever told me a thing about sex. Let me try." She imagined herself seated on the toilet, releasing a stream of urine, then stopping the flow. On the second attempt, she felt inner muscles work to tighten a grip on the throbbing cock within her. "I feel it! I feel it!" she cried in triumph.
"Wonderful, lover! Now release while I move into you."
"Oooh!" Peggy moaned with delight as she felt the bulbous crown of his cock pressuring out the walls of her vagina, pushing her insides ouut of shape. "Oh, my darling! Oooh! Wonderful!" The crown of his cock throbbed with a steady pulsing beat to send shivers of delight coursing through her.
"You have another set of muscles you should learn to use lover. Tighten your ass-hole, then release and tighten again. Try it."
Peggy watched his facial expression as she did his bidding, noting his broad smile as she felt inner muscles grip his throbbing prick. She laughed happily. "I can feel it," she cried. "It's like fingers on a cow's teat. I'm milking your cock."
"Exactly. Let's try it slow and easy." After several tries, Peggy mastered the art, and Bruce beamed his pleased surprise. "Now you have what a man calls a 'snapping pussy,' lover."
"Migod, Bruce!" Peggy replied without missing a stroke, "I'm as ignorant about sex and fucking as my fourteen-year-old daughter."
Bruce tilted his head and raised his eyebrows. "Aged fourteen? They learn young these days. She'll find some guy who'll teach her everything she needs to know soon. Let's fuck, not talk."
With her new technique and a new position, Peggy was discovering new and unimaginable pleasures. Most of her weight rested on her shoulders with her ass a foot or two above the bale, freeing her hips to match every stroke of Bruce's huge cock. His hands roamed over her belly and breasts. Then he reached under her back to titillate nerves and muscles already fired with joyous delight radiating from her clitoris and cunt. Several times they approached climax, signaling each other to cease all movement before igniting the final fuse. Peggy had never known such exquisite joy. Her body was aflame, every nerve tingled. Her clitoris pounded with spasms of delight. Peggy felt the tension building to unbearable heights. Her ass began to rotate faster to meet the increased pace of Bruce's thrusting cock. "I'm coming ... I can't stop it darling!"
"I'm ready," Bruce cried. His fingernails dug into her ass-cheeks as he thrust into her savagely.
"Oooh! Darling!" Peggy screamed as the first orgasm swept through her. She felt the pulsing of his cockhead and the jet-like bursts of his hot cum an instant before the full tide of her own orgasm engulfed her in rapturous release. She awakened soon after as happy as a child coming out of a delightful dream. Bruce stood beside her holding her hand.
"You can't go home with your pussy dripping lover. Let me lie down and I'll take care of it." He helped her to her feet, then stretched out on the bale. "Kneel over me Peggy, and face my feet so I can get at your cunt."
"Like this?" she asked, assuming the position.
"Right." His hands clutched her buttocks pulling her cunt down to hii face. As he suckled her oozing tissues, Peggy looked at his soft cock, wet and glistening with their mixed juices. Leaning forward, she lowered her head to kiss the flesh that had given her so much pleasure. Strings of his gray cum lay like petals on his soft cock. The scent of the mixture intrigued her. She tongued at it, savoring the salty flavor, then lapped it up. His balls too were covered with mixed juices which she tongued away. Excitement flared again in her cunt from Bruce's massage and noisy suckling. Peggy took the soft mass of his cock in her mouth, tonguing and sucking it. The thought suddenly struck her that she was engaged in the perverse act the French called sixty-nine. Hooray for the French! she thought as tension began to mount in her. I'd love to come again. I wonder if Bruce can? To her delight, Peggy sensed renewed life in the soft cockflesh in her mouth. She closed her teeth ever so gently on the swelling crown, tongued at the tender ridge and sucked vigorously. Her hands swept up and down the inside of his thighs, caught the underside of his knees and lifted his legs while she continued to suckle his stiffening cock. The fingers of her right hand fondled his balls and slipped down to circle his anus. Releasing his cock for a moment, she wet her middle finger and put the tip of it at his ass-hole. She inserted her finger and moved it around. Meanwhile, Bruce's tongue laved up and down her cunt, moving up on her anus, then plunging into her vagina ... sliding up to the top of her cunt to circle about the base of her throbbing clitoris. His cunt-lapping was driving her wild, close again to orgasm. Her finger massaged his ass-hole while she sucked at the throbbing crown of his cock.
"Peggy, I'm coming!" he called out, his voice muffled in her cunt.
"I'm with you darling," she replied. She could sense the surge of his cum pulsing through his gland, felt his cockhead throb as the first geyser of his semen burst into her mouth. Her own climax was delayed long enough for her to suckle every drop of his discharge and swallow it greedily. Then her ass bucked violently as waves of orgasmic release flooded through her.
As Peggy slipped on her panties, a thoughtful expression creased her brow. "That's strange, isn't it? I should feel ashamed I suppose."
"Why?" Bruce asked. He donned his shorts. "It was a beautiful experience between two intelligent people. I thoroughly enjoyed it Peggy."
"So did I." She stepped into her slacks. She wanted so desperately to have him know she was not one who gave herself freely. "Please believe me Bruce. I never did anything like this before. My husband wanted to ... go down on me. What was worse, or so I thought at the time, he wanted me to suck him off. That happened a year ago. We haven't had any sex since." She zipped up her slacks. "And that's the truth," she added with a wry smile.
Bruce sat on the bale of straw and drew her to him. He kissed her breasts. "You take the pill I hope!"
"Every day," she replied. Looking down into his face she noted the amused smile. Embarrassed, she tried to explain. "Not for birth control purposes. I take it because of irregular periods. Many women do Bruce. The doctor put my daughter on the pill two months ago for the same reason."
"I understand. My daughter Sharon has been on the pill for the same reason for the past year. Wait till you see her, she's a doll." He suckled her nipples again for a few moments. "You have gorgeous tits lover, and I haven't made love to them today. Next time we'll have our session in my home. I have a closed circuit TV camera. You can watch yourself fucking, get close-ups of your cunt in action..."
"Oooh! I can't wait!"
"Peggy, about dinner tonight. I'll call for you and the kids at six. Okay?"
"We'll be ready." She slipped her sweater over her head. "Till six darling!" She turned at the stable door. He was still seated on the bale of straw. She blew him a kiss and left.
When she rounded the corner of her house, she saw Jesse bending over to assemble his pool-cleaning equipment. "You all through Jesse?" she called to him.
He stood up and turned. "Yes'm, Miz Sommers. Take a look."
The concrete had been hosed down, the silt had disappeared from the bottom of the pool and the water was clear and sparkling in the afternoon sunlight. "You did a fine job, Jesse. Thank you very much."
"I tested the water and put in the chemicals and turned on the filter pump. It's safe to use. I been taking care of Mister Coleman's pool for over a year."
"Fine!" Peggy glanced up at the sky. "I might take a swim tomorrow if the weather's warm again."
"It will be Miz Sommers. Too late to work on the lawn today. I'll come back in the morning. What time you get up?"
"The children take the school bus at a quarter to eight Jesse. Anytime after that will be all right.
Thanks again." She turned away.
"You ride Ginny this morning Miz Sommers?"
"Yes I did. She's a beautiful animal." Peggy watched Jesse's face break into a broad grin.
"She sure gives you some ride, don't she?"
"She sure does Jesse. See you in the morning." Walking toward the house, Peggy thought the black boy was a pleasant intelligent young man. Because of his Caucasian features she was sure he had a lot of white blood in him. On entering the kitchen, Peggy glanced at the wall clock. "Migod! Five after three! The children will be home in less than half an hour." She hurried into the bedroom and stripped. The crotch of her slacks was stained. She wondered if Jesse had noticed. Was that why he had grinned so broadly?
As she lathered herself in the shower, she thought of Zelda, Robert's black secretary. She too had Caucasian features. I suppose Robert goes down on her, she thought, and she sucks him off. I wonder if there's any difference in the taste of black pussy-or the taste of black cock? She stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel, glancing into the mirror as she did so. There was a smile of utter peace and contentment on her face. "Poor Zelda! I wonder what pleasure she can get out of sucking a cock as small as Robert's!"
3
Peggy sat in the lounge chair in the living room, nervously tapping the arm. Robby sat across the room reading the funnies. "Want me to turn on the TV Mom? It's time for the six o'clock news."
"Don't bother. Mister Coleman said he'd be here at six. What in the world can Kathy be doing?"
"She's a woman Mom. What can you expect? She won't be ready for an hour."
"She'd better be ready when he comes." Peggy rose and went into her daughter's bedroom. "What in the world's taking you so long Kathy?"
"You want me to look pretty for our new neighbor, don't you Mom?" She finished brushing her long black hair that framed her oval face and turned to face her mother. "Is he nice?"
"He seems to be. Of course, I talked to him for only a few minutes this morning. He came over to see your father, and insisted on taking us to dinner tonight."
"Is he handsome, Mom?"
"I'd say so, yes," Peggy smiled. "He's tall, dark and handsome."
"Good! That's the way I like my men."
"You've got a lot of time before you start thinking like that Kathy." Peggy scanned her daughter's figure. The tight bodice of her pale-blue mini outlined small but well-formed breasts, and the short hemline revealed perfectly shaped thighs. "You look lovely honey."
"I hope he thinks so," Kathy replied, her blue eyes sparkling with anticipation. The doorbell chimed. "That must be him Mom. I'm ready."
"Better wear your new evening sweater Kathy. It gets chilly at night." She left the room. Bruce was standing in the hallway, introducing himself to Robby.
"Good evening, Missus Sommers. I just met your son Robby. I had no idea you had a boy his size."
"Hello Mister Coleman. Yes, Robby's fifteen..."
"I'll be sixteen in September, Mom."
Bruce chuckled. "I remember how much I wanted to grow older when I was his age. Son, I wish I could give you a few of my years."
"Hi!" Kathy said, entering the hallway.
"Mister Coleman, this is my daughter Kathy." Peggy noted the glint of pleasure in Bruce's eyes as he scanned Kathy's figure.
"Hello, Kathy. My! You are a lovely young lady! You take after your mother with her blue eyes and black hair."
"And Robby resembles his father with his brown hair and brown eyes," Peggy said.
"Anybody have a special preference in the way of food?" Bruce asked. "Italian, Mexican, a good steak?"
"Steak for me," Robby replied.
"What's your preference Mister Coleman?" Kathy was putting her best foot forward in her first social contact in San Diego, Peggy thought.
"Well, I like steak too. The best place in town is the Steak House. They have an excellent dance band too."
"That sounds great!" Kathy said.
"We're on our way then," Bruce turned to Peggy. "By the way, Missus Sommers, my first name's Bruce."
"And mine's Peggy."
Bruce opened the door. Peggy and Robby filed past him, but Kathy held back. "Mom! I forgot my purse. I'll just be a minute. Excuse me, Mister Coleman." Peggy took a few steps toward the car in the driveway, then stopped and turned to await her daughter. She winced as she saw Bruce emerge from the house holding Kathy's arm. For a moment she was angry, remembering Bruce's fingers touching her breast this morning. He wouldn't do that, she thought, he has a daughter of his own. Besides, he's all man.
Bruce opened the door of a black Jaguar and tilted the front seat forward. "It's a little awkward getting in the back, but there's plenty of room."
"Oh Mom! Could I ride in the front seat? I never rode in a Jag before."
"You may not, Kathy," Peggy replied, too sternly she thought.
"As soon as you get your driver's license Kathy, I'll let you drive it," Bruce said in a soothing tone. He took Peggy's arm to escort her to the passenger side of the car, taking advantage of the opportunity to finger her breast. "They're lovely children, both of them."
"Thanks, Bruce. We'll all be anxious to meet your daughter."
"You haven't had time to visit Fashion Valley Shopping Center yet," Bruce said as he backed the car out of the driveway.
"No, but I hear it's a fabulous place," Peggy replied.
"Oh, I'd love to see it, Mister Coleman."
"I'm leaving town for a couple of days early tomorrow morning Kathy. If your dad's not back when I return, I'll take all of you down for lunch. The Steak House is in Mission Valley. That's another shopping center you should all see. Maybe we can make both of them the same day."
Traffic was light on the freeway. The children chatted about their new school, but Peggy had little to say. She was content to sit next to her lover, handsome, stylishly garbed in a white turtleneck, powder-blue slacks, and a gray-checked sports jacket. He exuded an air of sexy manliness she could almost feel. "Here we are," Bruce said, as he turned off at an exit ramp.
"Gee! These California freeways are really something," Robby said. "Back home they stop you every few miles at a tollgate."
"Many things are free out here Robby. You'll find out about them soon enough."
In the restaurant, the head waiter greeted Bruce warmly. "I have your favorite table Mister Coleman. A fine night, isn't it?" He led them to a large circular booth in the far corner of the room. Bruce directed the seating, motioning Peggy to the inside, Robby on the end next to her, himself next to Peggy, and Kathy on the outside opposite her brother. "Martinis for you and the lady Mister Coleman?" Peggy nodded. "And for the young lady and young man?"
"They'll have sherry Bruce," Peggy said. The head waiter nodded and withdrew.
"This is a real nice place," Kathy observed, glancing about the crowded room.
"I hope the steaks are good," Robby said. "I'm starved."
Bruce chuckled. "If you can eat the steak they bring you son, you're a bigger man than you seem to be."
"Oh, don't bet on that Bruce. My son can eat his weight at every meal."
A waiter brought their drinks. "To a long and lasting friendship." Bruce raised his glass.
"I'll drink to that," Peggy said, clinking her glass to his.
"So will I," Kathy added. "To a meaningful relationship."
Robby snorted. "You heard that in social studies class, didn't you?" His remark brought a scowl to Kathy's face. The waiter brought menus.
Bruce held up his hand. "Would you like me to order?"
"Please do," Peggy replied. "I'd like mine rare Bruce. I've learned to like raw meat." Bruce gave her a knowing smile and turned to Kathy.
"You eat raw meat too, Mister Coleman?"
"I love it Kathy."
"I'll have mine like that too, then."
"Not me," Robby said. "I want mine well-done."
Bruce completed the order with escalloped potatoes and Caesar salads. The waiter picked up the menus, nodded, and left. Bruce finished his drink. "Would you care to dance Peggy?"
"I'd love to."
"Robby? Kathy?"
"Not me," Robby replied. "I don't dig this old-fashioned stuff."
On the dance floor, Peggy snuggled close to Bruce. "Feels good to be in your arms again Bruce, but I'd rather be back in the stable with you." She pressed her pubes against his cock.
"Be careful! If you give me a hard-on, I'll never get it back to the table through this crowd."
Moving back a bit, Peggy looked up and laughed softly. "After your performance today darling, I'll bet it will take you a week to get it up again." The music stopped. "When am I going to be with you again?"
"In a few days. We'll work it out." They danced to another slow tune, then returned to the table. Kathy rose to permit her mother to seat herself.
"The music sounds wonderful. How is it to dance to Mom?"
"Good, real good!"
"Would you care to dance Kathy?" Bruce asked.
"I'd love to. Mom?"
"Certainly, dear. I hope you can keep up with him. He's an excellent dancer." Peggy watched them move between crowded tables toward the dance floor with some misgiving. Teen-agers of today, she knew, did all their dancing separated from each other. She wondered what would happen if Bruce held Kathy close. The young girl was bound to feel his huge cock against her as they made slow turns, an experience she was certain her daughter had never known. There I go again, she thought, imputing that kind of thinking to him! Nonetheless, she kept an eye on them as they danced through the crowd on the small floor. She lost sight of them as they danced around a corner. It seemed forever before they reappeared. The music stopped. The crowd applauded. As Kathy returned to the table, Peggy noted the glittering excitement in the girl's eyes.
"Mom! That was wonderful! I didn't know dancing could be so exciting."
Bruce moved into his seat, then Kathy sat down. "Your daughter's real good Peggy. She taught me a few new steps."
The waiter brought their food. All through dinner, Peggy kept her leg close to Bruce's, occasionally touching it and tensing her calf muscle. To her embarrassment, Bruce finally moved his leg out of her reach. I'm acting like a nympho, she thought, I'll drive him away. Peggy and Kathy could eat only half of their steaks, but Bruce and Robby finished theirs. The waiter cleared the table.
"Brandy and coffee Peggy, and another sherry for Robby and Kathy?" Peggy nodded. Bruce gave the order to the waiter. The music started up again as they finished their drinks. "Would you like to drive up to Mount Soledad and see San Diego at night?"
"Isn't it getting a little late? The children have to get up early for school in the morning."
"Mom!" Kathy said, "we're almost grown up. Stop calling me a child."
"How about another dance Peggy, then we'll go," Bruce said. Kathy rose immediately.
"Okay," Peggy replied.
As they reached the dance floor, Peggy turned into his arms. She laid her cheek against his chest and floated dreamily in his arms. "Where are you going Bruce?"
"Up to L.A. I have some business to take care of up there."
"God!" she exclaimed, expressing the aching need she felt for him, "how I wish I could go along!"
"Get a housekeeper to look after the kids and think up a good excuse. I'd love to have you." They were in the corner now, hidden from view of the children. He turned her back to the wall and moved his hand down to cup her ass-cheeks. "Man! How I'd love to have you. I can still taste your luscious cunt in my mouth."
"The employment agency is sending one out. I checked all her references by mail before we got here. But she won't be at the house until tomorrow evening."
"I make plenty of trips to L.A. Maybe we can make it then." He turned her slowly and she felt his bulky cock press against her thigh.
"I hope you didn't do that turn while dancing with Kathy." Peggy knew the next instant the words were out of her mouth that she had made a serious blunder.
"For chrissakes!" he said, pushing her away to arm's length. "Do you think I'm a rapist? She's only a child. I have a daughter only a year older than Kathy. I think we'd better go."
"Wait Bruce, please. Let me explain. The kids don't dance like this any more, not close where a girl can feel a man's cock against her belly."
"Come on Peggy. We'll get the kids home." He led her off the dance floor. When they reached the table, Kathy rose to greet them.
"May I have the last dance Mister Coleman?"
"If it's all right with your mother Kathy..."
"Of course. Excuse me. I'm going to the rest room." When Peggy returned to the table after removing all traces of her tears, Bruce and Kathy were still on the floor. The music finally ended. Kathy was bubbling with excitement when they returned to the table. Bruce called for the check.
"Mom! I never had such a lovely evening in my life! What a meal! What fun!"
Robby yawned. "We going home now?"
"Yes son, right away."
On the way home, Peggy tried to make conversation but could elicit only short replies from Bruce. Robby fell asleep, while Kathy chattered away, directing questions at Bruce who replied fully, asking Kathy about her experience at her new school. Arriving home, Bruce pulled into the driveway, reached across to open the door for
Peggy, then stepped out to help Kathy out of the back seat.
"I sure thank you for that big steak Mister Coleman," Robby said as he got out of the car. "Gosh! I'm dead! Gotta get to bed."
"You sure you have the key Peggy?" Bruce asked.
"Yes." She wanted a moment to apologize to him, but Kathy stood close. "We certainly are grateful Bruce. I hope to return the favor soon-real soon."
Kathy extended her hand to him. "Mister Coleman, I'll remember this night all my life. Thanks so much."
Bruce got into his car, keeping the bright lights on until they were all in the house, then backed out of the driveway.
Peggy cried herself to sleep.
4
The back doorbell rang. Peggy rolled over in bed to glance at the clock. She had gone back to sleep after fixing breakfast for the children and seeing them off to the school bus. "Who in the world is that at eight o'clock in the morning?" She got up, slipped on her robe and cloth slippers, and padded to the kitchen. Jesse had his finger on the bell button. Peggy opened the door.
"Morning, Miz Sommers. Okay if I start mowing the lawn."
Peggy glanced at his attire. He wore a blue knit shirt, a pair of new gray slacks and shiny black shoes. "You look like you're dressed for a date with your best girl Jesse. You going to work in those clothes?"
"Yes'm. It ain't hard work I'll be doin', not too hard. I didn't want to start the lawn mower and wake you up."
"The bell woke me up."
"Oh, I'm sorry, ma'am." Disappointment registered in his soft brown eyes.
"It's all right Jesse. Have you had breakfast?"
"A doughnut and a glass of milk, ma'am."
Peggy thought a moment. She was desperate for someone to talk to ... anyone. She dreaded going back to the bed she had tossed in all night. "You need a man's breakfast to do a man's hard work Jesse." She debated whether to ask him to sit on the porch and serve him outside, or to invite him into the kitchen. "Sit down in the breakfast nook and I'll fry you some eggs and bacon. I haven't had anything but a cup of coffee myself. I think I could eat some bacon and eggs too. Do you drink coffee? I have a fresh pot."
"Yes'm. I love coffee."
"Sit down and you can have a cup while I fix breakfast." She had put the children's dishes in the sink, so the table was clean. She poured two cups of coffee, set one before him, and took the other to the stove with her. While she fried the bacon, she talked to him. "Don't you go to school, Jesse?"
"I dropped out, Miz Sommers, over a year ago."
"How long have you worked for Mister Coleman?"
"Oh, 'bout a year."
"He seems like a very nice man."
"He is. Treats me right good. I got me a nice place to sleep ... you should see my place. It's the shed in back of the stable. I got me a big bed and an old easy chair he gave me. Mister Coleman says I could sleep in his house, but he wants me to keep an eye on the horses-you know, in case of fire. I got a window so's I can see everything goes on in there."
Peggy's heart thumped and her shoulders sagged. Her voice squeaked, "That's nice. How do you like your eggs, Jesse?"
"Sunny side up, easy."
Peggy's hands trembled. She broke four eggs in the frying pan, then put bread in the toaster. "Has Mister Coleman left for Los Angeles yet?"
"Six o'clock this morning, Miz Sommers. Won't be back till tomorrow night. That bacon sure smells good. Glad you asked me to breakfast. I really am hungry."
She buttered the toast, put in two more slices of bread and placed the strips of bacon on two plates. Had Jesse seen her with Bruce yesterday? The thought hammered through her brain like the blood pounding through her temples ... that shadow she had seen, or thought she had seen at the stable door. There could be no reason the boy should show up for yard work dressed in his best, other than the fact that he planned to blackmail her into fucking him. She removed the eggs from the frying pan, placed them on the plates and brought them to the table. "More coffee Jesse?"
"Yes'm, please."
She poured the coffee and sat down opposite him. A horrifying thought flashed through her mind as she ate. Had Bruce purposely taken her into the shed so that Jesse could watch? A shudder shook her shoulders.
"You got a cold Miz Sommers?"
"No. A ghost walked over my grave." She had to think of some way to shut off any advance he had in mind. If she only had a friend to call. "I just remembered, Jesse, I have an appointment at the beauty parlor this morning. As soon as you finish breakfast, you can start on the yard work. I'll have to bathe and dress in a hurry."
His eyes widened. His white teeth flashed in a quick grin. "Shore, ma'am. I was hoping we could talk. I don't get a chance much."
"Some other time Jesse. I really am in a hurry this morning." She watched him wipe his plate with the last piece of his toast and drain his coffee cup.
"That'll put the ol' pepper in me," he said, rising. "I shore am thankful."
She saw him to the door, closed and locked it after him, then waited till she heard the motor of the lawn mower sputter into action. She took a deep breath and exhaled with relief. In the bathroom, she removed her robe and nightie and stepped into the shower. The hot water brought a deep sense of relief. She let it pour over her for ten minutes or more before toweling herself dry. After brushing her teeth, she brushed the tangles out of her hair, and stepped into the bedroom.
"My! You shore are purty, Miz Sommers." Jesse stood before her, naked, his huge brown cock angled up. Peggy screamed-and fainted. She awakened to find herself in her rumpled bed with Jesse seated on the edge.
"How did you get in the house?"
"I have a key to the back door, Miz Sommers. I used to keep an eye on this place for Mister Coleman. I guess he forgot I had it when he sold the place to you folks ... You got gorgeous tits!"
Peggy threw an arm across her breasts. "You get dressed right this minute and get out of here, or I'll call the police. This is attempted rape."
Jesse's chuckle was deep and vibrant. "Call the fuzz, Miz Sommers. Go ahead. You know what they call what you was doin' to Mister Coleman? And what he was doin' to you? Suckin' cock's a crime. So's suckin' cunt. What's your kids gonna think of their Ma if you get thrown in the can for that?"
Peggy began to sob. "What do you want of me? Why are you doing this?"
"Baby! I never seen a woman-likes to have her cunt eaten as bad as you. And I love eating cunt better'n anything else I can think of. And I'm real good at it. You'll see." He leaned over to tongue into her navel, then kissed down her belly. "Take your hand away from it, Miz Sommers. Let me taste your pussy."
"Please Jesse, don't do this to me, please," she sobbed.
"Take it away baby, and relax. I ain't gonna hurt you." He grasped her wrist, pulled her hand away, and tongued into the top of her slit. Her hips jerked as his tongue touched her clitoris. "Didn't I tell you?"
"Stop it! Stop it!" Peggy tried to roll away from him, but he grasped both ankles, forced her onto her back, and spread her legs. "Man! What a lovely hairy cunt!" Still holding her firmly, he stepped to the foot of the bed, and lay between her legs, his face pressed into her cunt. "Oh baby! Does that smell good!"
"Jesse, please ... please ... don't!" The jerking of her hips belied any sincerity in her words. His tongue lapped lovingly, delightfully at the top of her slit, firing jolts of delight into her oozing cunt.
"Let's open this up so I can get at it good." He forced her legs up in the air and spread them wide. "Ah! There it is, your little joy button baby. Let's ring the bell for one quick come, then we'll settle down to some real fun." He circled the base of her clitoris, then drew her little prick into his mouth and sucked it. Spasms of joy brought a cry to her lips. His teeth bit lightly on it. The pain accented her delight.
"Oooh! Oooh! Jesse!" Peggy felt as though he were sucking her clitoris and her whole cunt into his mouth. Her breasts flamed and her belly tensed with fiery delight. She put her hands to the crinkly hair of his head to push him away for a moment's rest from the maddening pleasure his suckling was stirring within her. "Jesse! Let it rest for a minute, please! I can't stand it! Just a minute Jesse! You're driving me crazy!" He paid no attention, continuing to bite and suckle her throbbing clitoris, sending shock waves of delight down her legs to her toes, up her back, her belly, her breasts. Her body tensed suddenly. Peggy clutched his ears and bucked her ass up to force her cunt into his face. "Jesse! Omigod! Jesse! Suck it suck it suck it suck it!" Her legs thrashed wildly, her ass bucked and rolled as orgasmic convulsions shook her. "Suck it! Ooh! Jesse! Suck it suck it suck..."
She drifted off for what seemed like a few moments, only to be summoned back to full awareness by his lips kissing and nibbling at her clitoris. "Let me rest Jesse, please! Not again! Not yet! In a few minutes maybe..."
"Once more baby! Right now!"
"No ... please..." Peggy couldn't believe the swirling currents of lust building so rapidly within her. Within moments, it seemed, waves of orgasm flooded through her. Screams of joy burst from her lips. Her body writhed and her legs flailed as one climax followed another and another and another until she lapsed into a blessed coma.
She awakened lying on her stomach with Jesse on his knees straddling her thighs. He leaned forward to kiss her neck. "Baby! You blew your mind! Whee! That was some come. You liked it?"
Peggy ignored his question. She could feel his semi-hard cock at the top of her asscrack, dribbling juice on her back. "Now what are you doing?"
"Giving you a tonguing, while you rest."
All of Peggy's sexual needs had been sated in the profusion of orgasms Jesse's suckling of her tender clitoris had induced. As of the moment, she couldn't care less whether she ever had another one. "How long do you intend to hold me here?"
"We got all day ... almost. The school bus don't get here till three."
"Suppose someone comes..."
"Shit! Ain't nobody comin' but you baby. Relax and enjoy."
Resigned to the situation, Peggy adjusted the pillow, closed her eyes, and tried to doze. But sleep was impossible. The furry surface of his tongue and the soft skin of his wet lips moved over her neck and shoulders with an expertise that roused excitement she enjoyed. He scooted lower, his cock dropping into her asscrack as he tongued down her spine. "Your skin's so soft and sweet baby, I could eat you all up." He was kissing and biting her buttocks, and sliding his tongue down into the tip of her asscrack. He knead her legs apart and lay between them, spreading her cunt. She felt his hot breath on her anus, then his tongue, circling it, kissing it. A great warmth spread over her body and desire flared in her loins as his fingers spread her ass-cheeks and the tip of his tongue probed at her ass-hole. Raising her belly slightly off the bed, she relaxed and felt his tongue burrow into her.
"Mmmmm!" she moaned, forcing her ass back toward his tongue stirring in her rectum like a spoon. "Jesse! Jesse!" She abandoned all pretense of self-control, wriggling her buttocks to fuck his tongue. "Make me come like this Jesse!"
"Not yet baby, not yet." He slid his hands under her belly to raise her ass higher, then tongued into her sopping cunt. A quiver of delight surged through her loins and she moaned. "We got a lot of territory to cover yet baby," he said. He kissed and tongued at the tender flesh of her thighs, down one leg to her foot, over to the other one and back up to her cunt. Again he suckled her pussy for a few moments, and Peggy felt the beginning surges of orgasm sweeping through her. Jesse got to his knees. "Turn over, baby."
Obediently, Peggy rolled over on her back. He spread himself on top of her, kissing her eyebrows, her eyelids, her ears, tonguing into each to send shivers racing through her body. His tongue moved across her cheek. She turned her mouth away from his searching lips. The scent of her juices smeared on his face excited her. "Kiss me baby," he whispered. "No!"
He chuckled. "You'll be begging me later baby. You'll see." He lapped up and down the arteries on either side of her neck. Peggy had never realized she had so many sensitive spots in her body, but Jesse seemed to know them all. Each touch of his tongue or lips sent quivers of delight scurrying through her tissues. He was now nibbling at her nipple, sucking at it, mouthing it, firing her breast with spasms of joy. Working on one breast, he mouthed and suckled and tongued every inch of it, then moved to the other. She was cooperating with him fully now, with one hand on the back of his neck while the other cupped her tingling breast to his mouth.
"Oooh, Jesse! That's good ... good ... good! I love it! Eat me up lover!"
Jesse got to his knees to straddle her belly. "You got fucking breasts baby. Ever been fucked between the tits?"
"Never."
"It's good for a change. We may do it later. like this." He leaned forward to place his hard thick cock in the deep cleft of her breasts. "Place your arms against the sides of your tits and press hard." Unsure whether she wanted any part of this perverse sex act, yet curious about it, she complied. She watched the flesh of her breasts meet to enclose the dark brown shaft of his cock.
"Keep 'em there baby, and I fuck you like this." His cock felt warm and snug, and the crinkly skin of his balls tickled her flesh. As he thrust forward, she glanced down to see the dark purple crown of his prick emerge from the white flesh of her breasts and touch her lowered chin. "Like that, baby?"
"I ... don't know ... for sure."
"Maybe we'll do it later. It's best when you take the end of my cock in your mouth."
"I couldn't do that ... never."
He chuckled. "I heard that before. We'll see. I'll finish my bath job." He lay on his side, his head toward her feet, and tongued all over her belly. "On your left side baby, facing me. And raise your right leg so I can get at your pussy." Thoroughly aroused again, her cunt aching for loving, Peggy did his bidding, and discovered that his hard cock was close to her face. While Jesse suckled her cunt noisily, she studied this long black cock and its peculiar, purplish crown so different from the pale-pink flesh of Bruce's cockhead. What does it taste like? she wondered. What would Robert's cock have tasted like if I had sucked him off a year ago ? ... In this same bed! My refusal turned him away to a black girl! Now it's my turn!
"Oooh, Jesse! Love it forme! You're marvelous darling!" His tongue was licking her entire cunt from clitoris to ass-hole, firing her body with jolting delights and her mind with lustful craving. She reached out a hand to touch the shaft of his cock. His hips moved closer. She fingered the dark satiny surface of his cockhead, then blew her breath on it. A liquid thread dangled. Peggy put out her tongue to catch the cockjuice, then kissed the smooth black skin. A jolt of sheer delight rocketed through her as Jesse suckled her clitoris. Reaching a hand over his hip, she clutched his buttock and pulled him to her. "Oooh!" she moaned, then opened her mouth to engorge the enormous crown of his cock. While her ass bucked uncontrollably as orgasm peaked in her, she suckled his cock with frenzied joy, digging her nails into his ass-cheeks to urge his fucking thrusts into rhythm with her sucking. She felt him tense as her own orgasm died away and knew his climax was coming.
"Take it baby!" Jesse cried. "Suck it! Oooh! Baby baby baby!" His cum exploded into her throat as she tried to take his whole throbbing cock in her mouth. She drew her head back to tongue the underside of his crown, then sucked deeply to draw the last spurts of juice from his shrinking prick. For a moment, Peggy wondered about swallowing his semen, but half of it had already dropped into her gullet. It had the same flat taste as Bruce's. She swallowed it. Jesse moved up to lie beside her, slipping an arm under her shoulders, and kissing her nipples. "That was way out baby, way out!"
"It was good. No, it was wonderful." She lifted his head from her breast and kissed him . "And you're ... well, terrific!"
"You go for the sixty-nine bit baby?"
"No."
"Hey, baby! Come on now!"
She chuckled and kissed him again. His tongue pressured her lips, then darted into her mouth, mixing the taste of her own juice with his. "No, what I meant, Jesse ... well, I love having you suck my cunt. You drove me out of my mind the first time. I was afraid you were going to chew my clitoris off. I must have come four times."
"Seven, maybe eight or nine Baby."
"I also love sucking cock. I did it for the first time yesterday. But combining the two ... shit! I can't keep my mind on either one at the same time." Peggy was astonished at her use of the four-letter word. "How old are you Jesse?"
"Sixteen."
Peggy ran her hand over his chest and flat belly, then fondled his soft cock. "How long does it take you to get hard again?"
"Oh, ten, twenty minutes."
"Maybe I can speed it up. I want to fuck this big beautiful cock of yours. I think it's even bigger than your boss'. " Peggy sat up. "You know that was the first time I ever had a tongue bath?"
"You liked it baby?"
"Fantastic! Roll over on your back and let me try giving you one."
"Right on!" Jesse turned over. "Any time baby! I'm ready."
Peggy straddled him on her knees, sensing his powerful buttock muscles in her cunt. "Tell me if I'm doing anything wrong."
"Everything you do is right, believe me baby."
She tried to follow every move his lips and tongue had made over her own body, starting at his neck and shoulders, and working down to the small of his back. His brown flesh had a slightly salty savor, mixed with the scent of soap. She nibbled at his buttocks, spread his legs and lay between them to tongue the inside of his ass-cheeks.
"You're doin' great baby," Jesse said. He reached both hands back to spread his buttocks further, baring his tightly ringed ass-hole. Peggy hesitated momentarily. What the hell! Go all the way! she thought. Tonguing around the ring of his anus, she felt the muscle relax, and thrust her tongue inside. What a difference the last twenty-four hours have made in me, she thought. I'm tongue-fucking a black boy's ass-hole! She discarded any sense of shame or guilt. There's no such thing as black or white-a man's a man and a woman is ... I love sex! Any and every act that gives me such pleasure. I've missed twenty years of the best part of my life. No more! She nosed into the smooth hairless skin of his ass-hole and onto the crinkly hairy skin of his balls, sniffing the male scent of him, kissing the soft shaft of his cock, loving the inside of his thighs and calves. "Turn over and let me at the best part of you." Straddling his belly, she leaned over to kiss his eyes and ears, his neck and shoulders, his small nipples, his stomach, his navel, his belly. "Ah!" she whispered, "here's the best part." His cock began to swell as she kissed the crown. Settling between his legs, she held the thick shaft between thumb and forefinger, while she licked the velvety surface of his cockhead.
"Baby!" he whispered hoarsely, "you want to fuck now?" His hands caressed her cheeks tenderly.
"In a minute." She worked her lips down the underside of his shaft and tongued at his balls. She sucked one of them into her mouth, then the other, then mouthed his shaft to swallow the swollen cockhead. Peggy glanced at the clock on the dresser. Three hours had passed. There was plenty of time. She could suck him off again, then suck him into another hard-on and end the session with a marvelous fuck. Wetting the middle finger of her right hand, she located his anus, and plunged her finger into his rectum. She didn't want him to come quickly. No telling when she would have another chance to suckle a man's tasty cock. She sucked as much of his shaft into her mouth as she could. Losing herself in the utter delight she was experiencing, she tongued and sucked, tongued and sucked, until she felt too late the final pounding of his prick. His hot cum burst in her mouth, geyser after geyser of it. She swallowed it happily, loving the tang of it. She savored the delicious taste of his shriveling cockflesh, enjoying the smell of his pubes as her nose burrowed into the bushy hair at the base of his softening cock. Sucking out the last drop, she raised her head and grinned up at him. "I'm sorry my darling. I got carried away. Now let's see what kind of man you are. I still want to fuck. Let me work on it and see."
"Baby! After that blow job, I'll be lucky if I can ever get it up again."
"I'll see to that." It took her longer than she had expected to get his cock ready for action again, but she enjoyed every moment of it. "I told you," she said with a chuckle, sliding up to lie beside him. "Now, let's see how long you last at this. Fuck me lover, fuck the hell out of me!" Peggy glanced at the clock as Jesse rolled over on her. It was twenty minutes to twelve. As she recalled, her sex with Robert had never lasted more than a few minutes, often less. Less than half the time, she had failed to reach climax.
"I know another position that's real groovy baby. Want to try it?"
"Not today. Just plain good fucking, darling. Let me put it in." She reached a hand between their bellies to grasp his hard shaft, and swabbed the bulbous crown in her soppy cunt tissues. "Oh, that's big! Take it easy." She felt his cockhead pressure into her and pause at the entrance. Taking the cue, she clasped his cock in a tight embrace.
"Man! You got one of them snappin' pussies! Mmmmm! Baby, are we gonna have the best time."
Peggy threw her legs up over his back and dug her heels into his ass as his cockhead bottomed out inside her. Working inner muscles to clutch his cock tightly, she thrilled to its responsive pulsing. Jesse slid his hands under her ass to lift it slightly above the bed.
"When I start the back stroke baby, force your cunt down on my cock. You get more action from your clit that way."
To Peggy's delight, it worked. She put one hand behind his head and pulled his lips down to hers while she stroked his back with the other. "Mmmmm! Darling! I love it." They sucked at each other's tongues, matching the rhythm of their slow fucking strokes. Jesse, despite his age, was more expert at fucking than Bruce. Time and time again he brought her to the explosive point of orgasm, only to restrain himself.
"You feel like comin' baby, you come. I'm under control. I'll still be hard in you."
"I want to come with you, lover. I'll trigger you if I do, and I want this to last."
"Don't worry about me. You come, hear?"
A few moments later, Peggy felt the surge of orgasm too strong to deny. Her ass bucked furiously, swinging and rotating in a frenzy as tension broke in a series of joyous jolts of delight. He was still hard, deep within her cunt after the last wave of orgasm had faded. She kissed him passionately. "You're terrific, lover ... terrific ... You have to be the best cocksman in the world." She came twice more without triggering his hard cock to climax.
"This time baby, we come together. Damn! I love fucking you!" His cock was working in her cunt like a piston pounding in a tight cylinder.
"I'm coming again," Peggy cried. "You ready?"
"Mmmmm! Right on!" His cock slammed into her savagely as she thrust her cunt up to take it. She dug her nails into his back, sucked his tongue into her mouth. They clung together, immobile for a long moment before the dam burst within them. Peggy felt the first jet of his warm semen explode within her just as her own orgasm broke.
"What time is it lover?" Peggy asked dreamily.
"Almost half past twelve."
"I can't believe it lover. You realize we've been fucking since twenty minutes to twelve?"
Jesse laughed and rolled off her to lie on his back. "You had fun baby?"
"Never in my whole life have I ever enjoyed myself so much."
"I gotta get goin'. I got a whole fuckin' yard of grass to cut and I won't be here tomorrow. I'm goin' to San Diego to spend the day with friends."
"Let me clean your cock off first lover, then we'll shower together." She got to her knees to straddle his chest and leaned over to lap the juices from his balls and his cock. He pulled her cunt down to his face and lapped her cunt lips, then sucked the juices oozing from her vagina.
In the large shower stall, Jesse lathered her breasts, pussy and legs. She turned her back while he soaped her thoroughly, pushing his lathered fingers up into her cunt. "This is the first time I've ever taken a shower with a man lover."
"Ain't I the lucky one, though? Be careful when you soap my cock and balls. You give me another hard-on and I'll fuck you standing up in the shower."
Peggy laughed. "That's one I want to try next time. You better get busy on the yard. Mister Coleman said..."
"I know what he said. I'll go home and change into work clothes and be right back."
Peggy put on her robe. When Jesse had dressed, she walked him to the back door. "You sure look handsome in your new outfit Jesse."
"If any night you get lonesome and want some lovin', you come back to my shed. Ain't no dogs, nor nothin' else to be scared of. It ain't much of a place but I got a good big bed. I even have a TV set."
"I'll surprise you some night soon as I get a chance Jesse, but I won't be interested in any TV and that's for sure." She kissed him goodbye, watching him until he disappeared around the corner of the house.
In the hallway, she noticed mail on the floor beneath the slot of the door. It was a letter from Robby's doctor at the Stamford Clinic, advising her that he had mailed all of Robby's clinical data to a doctor at Scripps Clinic in La Jolla. "I suggest you contact him on receipt of this letter. Robby's overdue for his monthly checkup as my records show. Best wishes to Robert and the family." Peggy went into the bedroom, sat on the edge of the bed and dialed for the number. She then dialed the clinic and asked for Dr. Spegelstern. As she waited for his phone to answer, she leaned her palm on the bedsheet. It was wet with mucus. She put her palm to her lips to lick it off. After talking to the doctor, she hung up. "Shit! That shoots the whole day tomorrow!" Robby had to be at the Clinic at eight in the morning for a blood test, have breakfast, return to the Clinic in three hours, have lunch and return again in three hours. "We'll be lucky to be home by six."
By the time the children got home, Peggy had changed the sheets on her bed, washed the dishes and straightened up the house. Peggy was seated in the living room when the back doorbell rang.
"I'll get it Mom," Kathy said. She returned in a minute. "Jesse said to tell you he was finished and to let him know if you wanted him for anything else. He said you'd know where to find him if you did."
"Thanks Kathy."
"Gosh Mom, he seems like a nice friendly boy."
"He is very nice Kathy. A fine boy."
"Too bad he's black. Otherwise, he'd be ... handsome."
"There are two ways of looking at that Kathy. Every man has talent of some kind. I'm sure he has his share."
5
Kathy stood in her bedroom trying to select which dress she would wear to school when Mrs. Olmsted entered the room with a change of linen and fresh towels. "I'm so sorry Kathy. I thought you were dressed. I'll come back later."
"It's all right, Olga. I can't decide which dress to wear to school."
"With a fine figure like yours Kathy, all the boys will look the second time whatever you wear." She scanned the girl's body with an appraising eye. "With fine breasts like yours you don't need a bra, do you?"
"I never wear one. None of the girls at school do." Kathy chose a light-gray mini with a zipper down the front, slipped her arms in the sleeves and zipped it up.
"What time does your school bus get you home today? Your mom said to fix you lunch."
"About twelve-thirty. They have a PTA meeting this afternoon." Kathy glanced out the window. "What a drag wasting a day like this in school. I'm going out in the back yard and sniff some fresh air. I have twenty minutes to catch the bus at the corner."
"What time will your mom and brother get back from the clinic? She wasn't sure."
"I believe she said not to expect them until six o'clock or so."
"I'll plan dinner for six-thirty then. Have a nice day Kathy."
"Thanks, I intend to." Kathy stepped out on the patio. The sky was clear and bright with a warm morning sun. The sound of horse's hooves drew her attention to the hedge along the east side of the yard. Kathy was startled to see Mr. Coleman astride a horse. She had gone to sleep the last two nights dreaming of him. "Hi! Mister Coleman!" He reined the horse to a stop as Kathy walked to the hedge.
"Good morning, Kathy. How are your mother and Robby?"
"Mom's fine. She had to take Robby to Scripps Clinic for some tests. They won't be home till six."
"You home alone all day?"
"No. We have a new housekeeper arrived last night. I'm supposed to go to school this morning. We have a half-day today. I have a mind to skip it."
"Why don't you Kathy? Come on over and I'll show you my horses. Do you ride?"
"I wish I could."
"I'll teach you. They'll never miss you at school today."
Kathy's eyes lighted in a happy glow. "I'll be right over Mister Coleman."
"I wouldn't tell your housekeeper about this, though."
"Of course not. It's none of her business."
"I'll meet you at the front of my house Kathy."
"Okay." Kathy opened the kitchen door and heard Olga running the vacuum in her room. "Olga! I have to catch the school bus. Don't worry about lunch for me. I'm going home with a girl friend after school. See you later." Mister Coleman was waiting for her in the driveway.
"That didn't take you long, Kathy. Too nice a day to waste at school when there are so many other interesting things to do."
"Like riding horses and other things." Kathy felt elated at the prospect of spending the morning in the company of a man! He had treated her like a woman, taking her arm as he led her to the car, holding her close on the dance floor like the other men. She had thrilled to the light touch of his fingers on her breast while walking her to the car. Oh, it wasn't like a boy of her own age copping a feel. It was gentlemanly conduct, quite accidental, yet thrilling. She had even felt his large prick press against her thigh while dancing. She felt very grown up ... and intended to act like it.
"This is my stable Kathy. It isn't very big. I have only three horses now, but they're all excellent stock. You've never been on a horse?"
"Uh uh! But I always wanted to."
Bruce took a saddle from the rack. "This is a saddle women like to use. It's safe and easy to ride. And this is my little mare." He opened the door to the first stall.
"Oh! She's pretty!" A loud thumping from the stall at the end of the stable startled her. "What's that?"
"That's my stallion. He's somewhat excited; the mare's in season." He tightened the cinch strap of the mare's saddle. "I planned to breed her this morning but that damned black boy of mine took the early bus to San Diego to spend the day. I should have someone to hold the mare's bridle. I have a woman friend who breeds her own horses, but she's out of town for a week."
This is the real world of adults, Kathy thought. A woman helping in the breeding of horses. Could I help, Mister Coleman?"
"I don't think your mother would approve, Kathy." He led the mare out of the stall. "Mothers don't like their daughters to learn anything about sex-even such natural things like the breeding of animals."
"I'm certainly not going to tell her I came over to see you. I'd like to help if I can."
Bruce chuckled. "You're a woman of spirit Kathy. We'll see." He led the mare into the riding ring. A large black horse stood unsaddled, his reins tied to the rail. "You should have pants on. Want to go home and get a pair of jeans?"
"Gosh no! I told the housekeeper I was going to school."
"If you don't mind showing a good bit of your thighs Kathy, I guess we can make out."
Kathy grinned. "I have panties on. How do I get up there?"
"First, take hold of the reins in your left hand, put your left foot in my hand, and up you go."
Kathy glanced down at her left leg. The hem of her minidress had risen to expose her entire thigh and the band of her panties. Mr. Coleman didn't glance even once at it.
"Keep the soles of your sandals firmly in the stirrups Kathy, and keep your knees tight against her sides. Are you comfortable?"
"Oh yes, Mister Coleman."
"That sounds very formal between two adults. Call me Bruce." She nodded. "I'll ride alongside. If you feel unsafe at any time, let me know and I'll catch hold of you."
"Okay, Bruce."
He unhitched the reins of the gelding and swung up on his back. "We'll walk around the ring a couple of times, then we'll canter slowly a few turns. I don't want the mare to work up a sweat. Walk Ginny, walk girl!"
As the horses walked slowly about the ring, Kathy felt strangely at ease. The hard ridge in the middle of the saddle massaged her asscrack pleasantly while the short curved rubber at the front felt like a finger touching her clitoris. It feels just like that time I took a large banana to bed, she thought, and rubbed it between my legs. She shuddered, recalling the frenzied delight stirred in her by the curved stem of the fruit as it rubbed against her thumping clitoris. No wonder women love riding horseback! I wonder if Mister ... Bruce knows what it does to them? She could feel her panties already wet.
"Okay Kathy, we'll canter. Don't worry one bit. She goes real slow, and I'm right beside you. Canter Ginny, slow and easy girl."
Halfway around the ring, Kathy lost all sense of fear. Tingles of excitement stirred in her pussy under the slow deliberate pace of the mare. The hard round ridge of the saddle massaged her entire asscrack. She could sense the excitement spread up into her belly and her breasts. I mustn't let him know, she thought. No banana could ever give me this much thrill. With each forward stride of the mare, she could feel the rubber tip fingering her clitoris into maddening delight. One more circle of the ring would bring her to an explosive climax she would be unable to conceal.
"Whoa Ginny! Whoa!" Bruce dismounted and took the mare's reins. "Sorry Kathy, but I think that's enough for her for today. I'll help you down."
"Oh, Bruce! That was wonderful. I never had such an exciting experience."
Bruce chuckled and handed the mare's reins to her. "You can lead her back to the stable Kathy, but walk well to the left of her head." As they reached the stable door he added, "Life is full of excitement for those unafraid to look for it. You were a very brave woman. I never saw anyone so unafraid the first time they rode a horse." He led the gelding into its stall, removed the bridle and took the mare's reins from Kathy.
"Gosh! It must be fun owning your own horse," Kathy said as she watched Bruce remove the saddle.
"If Ginny throws a good colt Kathy, I'll give him to you."
"Ooh! Bruce! Would you? You going to breed her right now? I want to help."
"Okay. Take the reins and lead her out to the fenced-in pen behind the shed at the back of the stable. I better come with you to open the gate." He took the reins from her after opening the gate of the pen. "You stay outside Kathy, and I'll hand the reins to you over the fence." He led the mare into the pen and closed the gate from the inside. "Maybe I'd better tie the reins to this post, and you stand in front of her. Talk to her Kathy, keep her interested while I get the stallion."
"I will Bruce." As he went into the rear entrance, Kathy spoke in soft soothing tones to the mare. "Ginnygirl! You're gonna be a mama. You're gonna have a baby all for me!" She stroked the mare's face but pulled her hand back quickly as the animal tossed its head and laid her ears back. She whinnied and pawed the ground. Bruce emerged from the stable, holding the stallion by a rope tied around his neck. The stallion reared on its hind legs, pawing the air, his huge cock unsheathed. Kathy gasped at the sight. The stallion lunged toward the mare, dragging Bruce along.
"Whoa! Nero! Whoa! Steady boy, steady!" The stallion's ears were laid back, his nostrils working and the whites of his eyes showing. Kathy forgot about her task of soothing the mare, and moved around the corner of the fence to get a good view of the action.
"He'll kill her if he puts that big prick in her," she muttered. But the mare was glancing back at the stallion, moving her tail aside and bracing her hind legs. With a loud cry, the stallion raised his front legs up over the mare's back and plunged his huge cock into her. Kathy was wildly excited, pressing her pussy against the wooden rail and grinding it with a frenzy while she watched the animals fuck.
After it was over, Bruce led the docile stallion back to the stable, returned to the pen, and unhitched the mare. Leading her back to the stable, Kathy asked, "Will she have a baby now, Bruce?"
He raised his brows and smiled as he replied. "She sure will. She hasn't been taking the pill Kathy." He led the mare into her stall, closed the door, and turned to Kathy. "Well?"
"That was something else, really. Thanks for letting me watch."
"What time are you due back home from school?"
Kathy grinned. "Mom won't be home till six, and I told the new housekeeper I was going to a girl friend's house at noon when school got out. So I got all day free."
"Good! It's a little early for a drink, but let's go up to the house and have a glass of sherry to celebrate. Okay?"
"I'd like that."
He took her arm as they walked to the house. "You amaze me Kathy. You're incredible. I never met a young lady as mature as you." Kathy's face flushed with pleasure. She was grown up. She was no longer a child. And the occasional touch of his fingers on her breast confirmed it. He led her through the kitchen and into the living room. "Make yourself at home while I get the sherry."
"Could I use the bathroom for a minute Bruce?"
"Sure. Follow me." He led her down a long hall to the room at the end. "The bathroom's to the right."
Kathy stood in the doorway of the bedroom for a moment, watching Bruce's tall, lithe figure stride gracefully down the hall. "Gosh! He's handsome," she said to herself. "I wonder what it's like to pet with a man like him." Stepping into the huge master bedroom, she gasped in awed surprise. Two walls were lined with mirrors from floor to ceiling. The covers were pulled back to the foot of the king-sized bed, set against one of the mirrored walls. There was no headboard. On the ceiling over the bed was a mirror as large as the bed itself. Shaking her head, she walked to the bathroom door. The walls and ceiling of the room were also lined with mirrors. Kathy pulled her panties down to her knees and sat on the toilet. A strong odor of female juices rose in her nostrils. She felt the crotch of her panties, soaked with her cunt-juice. "I can't wear these. He'll smell me like the stallion smelled the mare." She slipped them off. She could hide them in the linen closet and retrieve them before she left. Spreading her knees, she loosed a stream of urine. In the mirrored wall opposite, she could see her hairy pussy, the pink flesh of her vulva and the golden stream of her piss. She wiped her slit with tissue, then put it to her nose. "My pussy smells too," she muttered. "I better wash it off." Slipping out of her dress, she dropped it on the floor, picked up her panties and put them on the floor of the linen closet. She stopped for a few moments to admire her slender figure in the mirror, running her hands up the gentle curves of her buttocks, over her slender waist and up to her small, firm breasts. She felt her patch of fuzzy black pubic hair, still too thin compared to the bushier growth of her mother's. Wetting a wash rag and soaping it, she washed her cunt, rinsed off the soap and toweled herself dry.
Bruce rose from a big leather lounge as she entered the living room. "I put your sherry on the coffee table Kathy." He sat down after Kathy had seated herself on the sofa. He raised his glass. "To a successful breeding. May she throw you a beautiful colt."
"Oh, I hope so!" Kathy raised her glass and sipped. "This sherry's delicious." She raised the glass to her lips and drained half of it. "Mmmmm! That's really good!" She glanced at the magazines spread on the coffee table, and noticed several copies of Playboy. "I never get a chance to really look at these. Dad subscribes to it, but Mom always hides them away somewhere."
Bruce snorted. "You can't hide the facts of life forever. Personally, I think those centerfolds are terrific art. The female body in the nude is the most beautiful thing in the world."
Kathy finished her sherry, and picked up a copy, turning immediately to the centerfold. "Oh! Isn't she gorgeous?" She studied it for a long time, mentally comparing her own figure to that of the brunette in the photo.
"Another sherry?"
"Please," she replied absently, intent on the photo before her. When he returned with her glass refilled, Kathy was studying the centerfold of another copy, both of them spread before her.
"She's beautiful," Bruce said, glancing down at the two photos, "but she's a blonde. Me? I'll take a brunette every time."
"I prefer dark-haired men too," Kathy replied. She took another drink of sherry. "I think they're ... I don't know how to say it ... more manly maybe."
Bruce walked over the large stereo against the wall and turned the switch. "Some of my favorite dance tunes Kathy."
Kathy took another gulp of her sherry. "I hope they're like the music they played when we danced the other night. Gosh! I enjoyed that. So ... so different!"
"They are. Enjoy the music while I excuse myself for a minute."
"Sure." She had finished her sherry by the time he returned. He had divested himself of his riding breeches and shirt, and was dressed in a pair of gaily striped walking shorts. "Oh, those are nice Bruce." A feeling of warmth and gaiety had spread through her. "You have a marvelous figure yourself. You ought to be in the next centerfold of Cosmopolitan."
"Damn! You're something. You have a grand sense of humor. Care to dance Kathy?"
"I'd love to. Sounds like the same piece the band played at the Steak House." She reached up to clasp the hand he extended to her. She wished he would hold her closer. It would be fun to put her cheek against his hairy chest, and to feel the bulk of his penis touch her thigh occasionally.
"What did you really think while you watched the stallion mount the mare Kathy?"
"I thought he was going to kill her with that...."
Bruce chuckled and drew her close. "A typical woman's reaction-especially a virgin's. It was the mare's first time, and she loved every minute of it, didn't she?"
"She sure did," Kathy replied. He was talking to her as an adult about something her mom and dad would never mention. She had heard so many horror stories about the frightful pain a girl experienced the first time, she wanted to know the truth. She felt a bit giddy. It must have been that second glass of sherry. She was glad she had drunk it, though. Otherwise, she would never have the courage to pose the question to him. Pressing her cheek against the bristly hair of his chest, she said, "I'd like to know something Bruce."
"Ask, Kathy. If I can give you a truthful answer, I'll be glad to tell you."
"Well ... the mare ... didn't seem to feel any pain when he..."
"And you want to know if it's different with a woman?"
"Yes. I've heard..."
"It all depends Kathy. If the man is gentle and considerate ... then too, some women have a very light membrane for a hymen, and feel no pain at all."
Kathy felt his cock swell, its hardening bulk crawling down her thigh. She wasn't ready to make that decision today ... maybe in a few days when she got to know him better. He seemed to kind, so gentle, so considerate. He could be the one. She pulled her ass back to break contact with his hard cock and sought to change the subject. Glancing down at the Playboy photos on the coffee table, her face brightened. "Know what I'm gonna be when I finish school."
"No. Tell me."
"I'm gonna be a model. I might even make the centerfold of Playboy."
Bruce held her at arm's length and scanned her figure. "I'll bet even money on that Kathy. You have a beautiful face, a fine complexion. Your breasts are already mature and your thighs ... I've never seen any lovelier."
"You're putting me on," Kathy said, but her eyes sparkled with pleasure.
"Indeed not. Of course, you have to be photogenic as well. That means the camera must bring out all the loveliness of you. Have you ever seen a picture of yourself in the nude?"
Kathy laughed. "Where in the world..."
"I have a color Polaroid camera. I could take several poses of you like those in Playboy. No one need ever know." A frown of indecision appeared on her brow. She would love to see a nude photo of herself, but. . .
"You can trust me, Kathy. I'd never take advantage of you. Of course, this would have to be strictly between us as mature adults."
"You promise?"
"Of course. On my honor as a gentleman, Kathy."
"All right. Where?"
"In my room." He took her hand and led her down the hall.
"With all those mirrors, this should be something," she said with rising excitement. Appearing naked before a man! Mom would kill me if she ever found out. The thought chilled her for a moment, but she discarded it. I know I can trust him!
"Excuse me a moment," Bruce said and stepped into the large dressing room adjoining the bathroom. While he was gone, Kathy tried posing before the mirrored wall, turning one profile, then the other. She lifted her mini-dress to expose her thighs and pubes ... turned to examine the mirrored reflection of her shapely buttocks. "That pose would make a good one, Kathy," Bruce said as he entered the room. "Let's start and do a sequence like they do in Playboy." He checked the camera in his hand.
"What do you want me to do first, Bruce?"
"One moment and we'll have some bright light." He walked to the head of the bed, leaned over, and touched a switch. A floodlight concealed in the ceiling illuminated the bed and the area on either side of it with almost blinding brilliance.
"Gosh! It's just like Hollywood!" Kathy exclaimed.
"Right on! We're going to make a star out of you, Kathy. Stand to the left of the bed. Good! Now unzip your dress down to your navel, and hold onto the zipper tab."
"This is fun. I might change my mind and be an actress. How is this?"
"No. I'm trying to get a shot of your breasts partially exposed. The dress doesn't open up far enough. Pull the zipper down to your crotch and lean forward."
"Now?"
"That won't do either Kathy. Open it up all the way and slip one arm out of the dress. There! Hold it!" He put the viewfinder to his right eye, then snapped the shutter. "We now wait for the buzzer. That black pubic hair should come out real clear. I thought you wore panties."
Kathy blushed. "I was. I took them off in the bathroom. They were..."
"It happens to all of us sometime." The buzzer sounded. Bruce tore the exposed picture from the camera, tore off the cover, and held it up. "Success! Beautiful!"
"Let me see!" She took the photo from him and studied it, then exclaimed, "It's marvelous Bruce. What next?"
"Stand in the same place, Kathy, and remove the other sleeve. Be careful to hold the dress in one hand to your side so you don't obscure any part of your body." He took several moments to find the proper angle. "Hold it!" He clicked the shutter. "While we're waiting for this one to develop, walk over to the dressing room, hang up your dress, and come back to the side of the bed." The buzzer sounded as she returned to the room. Forgetting her nakedness, Kathy walked up to stand beside him as he removed the film, and tore off the negative strip. Her breast touched his biceps as she looked at the photo with him.
"That's another beauty. I'm so thrilled. You're an expert."
"Now we want one of you leaning over the bed as though you were expecting to be joined by a man. Understand?"
"I think so." She walked over to the middle of the bed, and leaned over.
"Turn your face to the camera Kathy. This should be the best shot. It shows your titties so well. Turn your shoulders a little more to the right so we get both of those gorgeous breasts. Hold it!" He took several more shots of her lying in bed in different positions. All of them were excellent. "These are all yours Kathy." He set the camera and the photos on the dresser.
"I want you to have one Bruce," she said, getting out of bed.
"You can put your dress on now. The modeling's over. I'll pick out the one I want later."
"You're marvelous Bruce," Kathy said, walking up to him. "I was sure you were going to try to rape me." She put her hands on his biceps and stood on tiptoes to kiss him. His hands slipped about her waist to snug her close.
"I'd never do that, never Kathy. God! You're the loveliest thing I've ever had in my arms." He lifted her off the floor, one hand cupping her buttocks and the other on the back of her head pulling her face to his. Their lips met and opened, tongues dueled for passage, while their pubes ground together. His cock was hard and throbbing against her thigh. He let her down slowly, his stiff prick pressing into the crease of her pussy. He sank to his knees before her. "Let me love your lovely breasts, my darling!" His tongue fluttered over her nipples sending currents of maddening joy all through her. Joyous screams burst from her lips as he suckled the flesh of her breasts. His nails dug into her buttocks as though he were fearful she would pull away from him. She put her hands to the back of his head to tug his face closer to her breasts.
"Oooh! Bruce! Bruce! Bruce! This is ... ooh! Bruce! Oooh! Bruce!" She felt her whole body inflamed, aching with unimaginable delight. His lips moved down to kiss her navel. His tongue encircled it, jabbed at it. Her ass was bucking and wriggling as her belly and pussy tensed. "Oooh!" she moaned, "Oooh! It's..." His tongue slithered through her pubic hair and into the top of her vagina. She screamed as his tongue circled the base of her clitoris. Her legs spread and she bent backward to offer more of herself to his tongue and lips. Spasms of rapturous delight swirled in her cunt as he sucked at her pounding clitoris. Tension built rapidly throughout her body, holding her tight as her first real orgasm coursed through her. She felt it bursting like a thunderous storm. She heard herself scream, more and more faintly, then ... blissful silence.
Kathy awakened, lying on her back on the edge of the bed, her legs high in the air, held apart by Bruce's hands below her knees. His face was buried in her pussy, his tongue lapping at her slit. "Oh, Bruce! I never knew it could be so ... so unbelievably wonderful."
"I'll be up to join you, Kathy, as soon as I lap up the rest of your delicious juice." He tongued up and down her sopping slit, kissed the tiny ring of her anus, and got to his feet. Lifting her off the bed, he set her down again with her head at the foot of the bed, then lay beside her. "Kathy, I hope you'll forgive me. I just got carried away by your utter loveliness."
"Forgive you?" she replied, incredulous. "I love you for it." She turned on her side. "Kiss me Bruce, please kiss me." He slipped an arm under her shoulders and turned to face her. She felt his cock hard against her belly. Reaching down she took hold of it, raised her leg and placed the huge stiff meat in her asscrack. She felt the slick juice of her pussy on his lips, savoring the taste of it as her tongue darted into his mouth. The crinkly hair of his pubes tickled her lower belly. Her hand slid over his hips to clutch his ass as she pumped her own back and forth, thrilling at the feel of his warm hard cockflesh massaging the tender tissues of her cunt. The pulsing crown of his cock titillated her anus as it passed over and beyond it. She held still. "Bruce! I never knew men did that to women."
He moved his hand down her spine to clutch her ass-cheeks and force them closer together. "Kathy, my darling, you have a lot to learn. I hope you let me be the one to teach you. Women love having their men suck their pussies. And men love to have their women suck their cocks. And women enjoy that too."
"They do?" Kathy was thoughtful for a long moment. "I wonder if my mom does?"
Bruce laughed. "She's a woman, isn't she? I don't know how I can prove that, but I bet she does a beautiful job of sucking your dad's cock."
"Gosh! That's hard to believe. Does sucking a man's cock give him as much of a thrill as you gave me when you sucked ... my cunt?"
"Yes. Try it sometime Kathy. It's all part of making love. How can you really love someone if any part of him is ... filthy, shall we say?"
"No, I guess not." She pumped her ass again.
"We can fuck this way if you like, Kathy, but be careful you don't let any of my semen into your pussy. I don't want you and the mare getting pregnant the same day."
Kathy broke into happy laughter. "I hope the mare does. I can't. I take the pill every day. Not for birth control, but...."
"Great! My daughter takes the pill too, to regulate her periods."
"So do I. Fuck me like this Bruce. I want you to. Maybe later, we can..."
"Forget about later, my darling. Let's make this a good one. If you don't mind my suggestions once in a while, keep in mind the art of fucking consists in maintaining the same rhythm. When I stroke into you, you move your ass toward me, and when I draw back, you do too. If you feel yourself about to come, stop all movement. I'll do the same. It's best when you build up to a grand finale. Okay?"
"Yes." After a few tries, Kathy swung into a slow fucking rhythm with him. This is just like the mare's gait, she thought, but instead of a hard hunk of rubber, I got warm live cockflesh. This is fantastic-way way out! She recognized the physical signs of imminent orgasm now. Several times, she felt herself close, and stopped the movement of her ass, clinging to him in trembling ecstasy. She got too close the fourth time. "Bruce!
I can't help it! I'm ... coming!" They froze for an instant.
"Come! Kathy! Come!" They pounded at each other savagely. "I'm there!"
Kathy felt his cock pulse violently as his ejaculation burst, splattering gobs of cum over her ass-hole. Her own orgasm peaked a moment later and she screamed her delight as her ass bucked and ground to force her cunt up to the base of his cock. She rolled onto her back, her buttocks lying in a pool of his semen. It felt warm and gooey, but she didn't move. She enjoyed it-a man's cum! She wriggled her ass to spread it over other areas of her buttocks. I wonder what it tastes like? If women like sucking a man's cock, I'm going to try it.
"Want to take a rest Kathy?" Bruce asked, his hands cradling the back of his head while he stared up at the ceiling.
"I don't. Do you?"
"I'll have to ... for a little while. My cock's gone soft."
Kathy raised up on an elbow. "I never saw a cock before ... I mean a man's cock. Mind if I take a close look at it?"
"Help yourself darling."
She got to her knees and scooted down in the bed. She lowered her face to within inches of his soft cock. The scent of her own juices rose in her nostrils. She giggled. "You smell like me down here Bruce. It felt so big between my legs..."
"It'll grow up again, honey. Just kiss it a few times and you'll see."
She put her lips gingerly on his pink cockhead to kiss it, then touched her tongue to it. I want to learn everything there is to know about sex, she thought. I'll never have a better chance. Opening her lips, she sucked his crown into her mouth. All she could taste was her own slick juice, but the soft silky feel of the flesh surprised her. Straightening up, she turned her head. "How does a woman suck a man's cock Bruce?"
He lifted his knees and planted the soles of his feet on the bed, spread apart. "Lie down between my legs darling. It's best that way."
Scooting down, she stretched out with her face inches from his genitals. "Gosh! There sure is a lot of working parts down here."
"And every one of them is extremely sensitive to a woman's tongue and lips. Love me all over down there, darling."
Raising his soft cock, she laid it on his belly to get a better look at his balls. The corrugated skin surprised her. She kissed the sac, tongued at it and took some of the crinkly skin into her mouth.
"My balls are very tender. You can suck one of them into your mouth at a time, but be careful."
She opened her mouth and sucked in one of his balls, tongued around it, released it, then sucked in the other one. "You like that?" He replied with a low moan. She remembered he had licked the inside of her thighs near her pussy that had brought a joyous response from her. Nosing into the hairless flesh next to his balls, she sniffed at the strange musky odor ... Man smell! She liked it. Bruce liftted his feet from the bed, raised them high in the air, then dropped them back over his head. "That's better. Now I can see everything." She stared at his exposed asscrack, noting the hairless portion of skin between his balls and his ass-hole. The small brown ring of muscled flesh, surrounded by a thin growth of hair, fascinated her. She wished she could see her cunt and ass-hole. Maybe Bruce would take a picture of it for her. She tongued over the smooth skin beneath his balls to kiss his ass-hole. The muscular ring contracted in instant reflex. She tongued around it several times. I wonder if women stick their tongues into men's ass-holes? He didn't do it to me, so I guess not. She tongued back up to the other thigh, inhaling deeply the musky odor. His cock was still soft when she reached it. "Bruce! When you come, does a woman spit it out?"
"Hell no! You'll like the taste of it, and it can't hurt you any. Every woman I've ever known swallows it."
"I just wondered." She took his cock into her mouth, surprised to find that even in its soft state, its bulk filled it fully.
"Where's your most sensitive spot Kathy?"
"You know where. You nearly sucked it out of me."
"I have one too. On the underside of the crown where the loose skin of my cockshaft meets it, you'll find it. Swirl your tongue around the ridge a few times, then suck all of my cock into your mouth. When you want me to come after it gets hard, suckle and tongue the crown. Understand?"
She nodded her head, and experimented, noting his instant response. His cock began to swell, the crown growing to enormous size. She could take only a few inches of his shaft into her mouth. There was a strange savory taste to cockflesh. No wonder women loved to suck it. She regretted its hardening. She could have spent an enjoyable hour sucking the soft tasty flesh, but she was anxious to taste his semen. Her tongue swirled about his cockshaft several times, sensing his shuddering response as it passed over the spot he had described. Sucking strongly, she heard his warning cry. "I'm almost there Kathy. Take it! Take it!" His cockhead pulsed at the first burst of his semen. She swallowed it, and sucked again and again until she had the last drop of it, continuing her sucking as his cock shriveled. Eagerly, she crawled up to lie beside him.
"How did I do, Bruce?"
"Kathy lover, I'll pay you the highest compliment I can. You're a born cocksucker. Better than any woman I've ever known." He kissed her, tonguing into her mouth. "And how did you like it?"
"Mmmmm! I loved it." She put her hand on his cock. "Bruce, I don't know whether you can get this big thing in my little hole, but I want you to try."
"You mean that?"
"Yes, I do. In my whole life I'll never find another man I'd prefer to you for my first real fuck."
"I have to piss first," He leaned over to kiss her fervently. "Thanks for the greatest compliment anyone ever paid me." He got out of bed.
"Wait for me Bruce. I have to piss too." They walked hand in hand into the mirrored bathroom. "You piss first. I can wait."
Bruce sat on the toilet, reached out to pull her to him. "Straddle my thighs facing me, honey. We'll piss together."
"I'll splatter all over you, Bruce."
"So what's a little piss between lovers. Piss!" She heard the stream of his urine hiss into the bowl before she released her own. He suckled her teats as her urine splashed on his belly, cock and balls. "We'll take a quick shower before we go back to bed. It will help revive my cock and my spirits."
"If my mom could only see me now, taking a shower with a man," Kathy said as she soaped his cock and balls and asscrack.
"Let's not think of that, please. You're under age. She'd have me hanged for rape."
"Even when I want to?"
Emerging from the bathroom, Bruce asked, "Want something to eat first, Kathy?"
"No, I want to be fucked. Wait! There is something I'd like. Take a close-up of my cunt. I saw what you looked like down there. I've never seen myself."
"Okay. Lie on your back on End of the bed while I get the camera. I have a portrait attachment that should really do the job." He opened a dresser drawer and took out a small box. In a few minutes, he approached the bed. "This'll sure do it. Now lift your legs straight up in the air and spread them as wide as you can. Now, with the fingers of both hands, pull your cunt lips apart. Good!" He knelt a few feet from the foot of the bed, aiming the camera lens at her widespread cunt. "Hold it!" He clicked the shutter. "In a minute we'll see what your pussy looks like in color."
Kathy sat up on the edge of the bed. "Let me suck your cock for a minute. I don't want you to lose this beautiful hard-on." He stepped close. She put one hand behind his back while she took his swollen crown in her mouth. The buzzer rang too soon to suit Kathy.
"Man! Look at this will you?"
Kathy took it from him, looked at it for a moment, then sighed. "Oh! I love that, Bruce!"
"That's the one I want for myself. Lie down again and I'll take another close-up." When he showed her the second photo, he said, "Here. Compare them and pick the one you like. There's a little different angle to this one, but everything's all there." He walked toward the dressing room, calling back to her, "Take your time, lover. I have to find some vaseline." He was in the dressing room for five minutes or more.
"Got any cold cream?" Kathy called to him.
"I'll find it," he replied. He came out in another minute or two. "I guess I should have looked in the bathroom in the first place." He returned with an open jar of vaseline, smearing it all over his stiff cock. "Stand up honey, and let me get this cunt of yours all greased up for action." She felt like a greased pig when he had finished. He set the jar on the dresser. "I'm going to lie on my back Kathy. You mount me. I want you to break your cherry yourself. If it hurts too much, stop. We can try it again the next time you come over."
Kathy straddled him, scooting back until his upright cock touched her vagina. "Oooh! I hope it doesn't hurt too much." She lowered herself slightly, feeling the greasy crown press between her cunt lips. "Gosh, it's big! Maybe too big!"
"Take it easy. When a little of it goes in, hold still for a minute, and let your cunt get used to the feel of it."
'I'll make it Bruce. I want to get rid of the damned thing." Lowering herself more slowly, she felt the crown pressing into her a little more. So far, she felt no pain, only a feeling of great pressure. Down a little more ... a little more. "I think the head of it's in." The pain began. She could feel the great, pulsing crown blocked by something. "It's touching my hymen," she whispered. "It hurts Bruce."
"Then back off. We'll try..."
"No. I want it today. Now." She forced herself down it, felt a sharp, tearing pain, and fainted.
"Kathy, baby, darling. Are you all right?" Bruce asked anxiously.
She lay on top of him, her face close to his. Deep within her cunt, she felt a huge, hard, live, pulsing thing. It's in, isn't it?"
"Yes, lover, darling. All the way in. Are you in pain?"
She had to think about that for a moment. "It feels ... full. like I'm all bloated up inside." She sniffed back her tears. "It wasn't too bad. That one pain! It felt like something being torn apart inside."
"Try drawing back from it, Kathy. It will still hurt some, but the worst is over. I won't move. You fuck me."
She raised her ass slowly. It felt as though a large rubber ball was pulling her guts out with it. She resisted the urge to cry out as his cockhead dragged through her. "Will it always feel this way Bruce?"
He caressed her cheek. "Wait till next time, lover."
"When will that be?"
"After we have a sandwich. Make me come now. Take it slow. I'm nearly ready."
She fucked him with slow deliberate strokes, bearing the pain grimly, although it seemed to lessen with every few thrusts of her ass. Despite the pressure of his enormous cock and the pain, she sensed the beginning of her climax. "Bruce! I think I'm coming! I didn't think I could but..." Forgetting the pain and discomfort in the rising tide of her passion, she pumped her ass up and down on his thrusting cock, then lay still while his cock spewed his warm cum in rapid spurts. She peaked to orgasm a moment later, crying out in wild delight.
Later, they sat naked together in the breakfast room, eating ham and eggs and drinking coffee. They had spent half an hour in the shower getting the greasy cum off their genitals. Bruce had taken his daughter's douche from the linen closet and she had cleansed her vagina.
Bruce glanced at the clock. "You better get home about four-thirty, Kathy. That gives us a little over three more hours in bed."
"It's not nearly enough, but let's get started." Back in bed, Bruce gave her a thorough tongue bath before sucking her cunt into another maddening orgasm. She returned the favor. They fucked again. This time Kathy thoroughly enjoyed it. He taught her many things, like sixty-nine after fucking and the erotic zones of the male and female bodies.
"It's three-thirty Kathy," Bruce said as they finished their third fuck session of the day. "I'm pooped, but I have a surprise for you." He got out of bed and walked over to a cabinet set against the wall opposite the foot of the bed. Sliding back the doors, he revealed a large TV screen. "I have a closed circuit TV system. A camera is mounted on that wall up there. Every time I went into the dressing room, I changed reels. I have the whole day's session recorded on TV tape."
"Omigod! Do you show it to..."
"No one but you and I will ever see it darling, believe me. I keep all tapes locked in a safe and I'm the only one who knows the combination."
"Can we look at them now? I'd love to see myself in action."
"Just a few minutes for today. We'll watch the whole show next time we're together. One minute." He went into the dressing room. The TV screen lighted up. Kathy gasped as she saw herself fucking Bruce the last time. Bruce returned to the room and lay down beside her. "You're quite an actress, wouldn't you say Kathy?"
Enthralled and delighted, Kathy failed to answer. On the screen, she lay on her back, her legs up over Bruce's hips, and his big cock fucking into her. She could see her glistening juices dripping from her cunt. "Oh, Bruce! This is way out ... this is the best! Too bad there isn't a close-up."
"I have a tripod for the camera. Next time I'll set it up at the foot of the bed."
"Why didn't you do that today?"
"I wanted you to feel free to express yourself, lover. Up now and into the shower. I'd hate to have your mother get home early..."
"Right! I'd never be able to explain where spent the day."
Twenty minutes later, they stood at the kitchen door. "You didn't forget your panties, Kathy?"
"No. And I got my pictures. Everything was super, Bruce, but I regret two things."
"Like?"
"I don't have a photo of you in the nude for one. And the other, I was so thrilled and excited, forgot to look once into all those mirrors."
"You will next time lover."
"When?"
"That's up to you. I'm ready any day, any hour. You're the one has to work out an excuse for your absence."
Kathy bit her lip and frowned. "I'll think of something. I just have to."
When she opened the kitchen door, Olga was standing near the stove, drinking a cup of coffee. The cut of her blonde hair accented the narrow lines of her face. She set the cup down and glance up at the clock. "It's a quarter after four. You have a good time?" There was a sour note in her voice
"Oh, I had a marvelous time Olga. I think I'll take a nap till Mom comes home." She started for the door into the hallway.
"What's the name of your girl friend?"
Kathy stopped abruptly, unable to come up with a name. "Why ... why..."
"What'll I tell your mother if she asks me wha time you got home from school?"
Kathy thought for a moment, then smiled. "Why don't you tell her I've been home since twelve-thirty, Olga?"
There was a glitter in Olga's eyes as she replied, "Sure! Why not? I'll lie for you Kathy."
Impulsively, Kathy put her hands on Olga's shoulders and kissed her. She was startled when Olga embraced her. "I wish I had a daughter as lovely as you."
After dinner Kathy went into the living room with Robby and her mother. "There's a good movie on TV tonight," Peggy said. Robby turned on the set, then settled on the sofa with the evening funnies.
"I have a headache Mom. I'm going to take a couple of aspirins and go to bed."
Peggy looked up at her anxiously. "You're not ... it's at least two weeks till..."
Kathy shook her head. "No Mom! Just a plain old-fashioned headache. Good night, Mom. Good night, Robby."
In her bedroom, Kathy undressed quickly, slipped on a short nightie, and fell into bed exhausted. Hours later, she was awakened from a sound sleep by a hand shaking her shoulder. "Shh! It's me, Olga."
"Is something wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong Kathy. Everybody's asleep. I think we should talk." She seated herself on the edge of the bed. "You didn't go to school this morning."
Alarmed, Kathy sat up. "How did you know that?" she asked in a whisper.
"I saw you riding with that man next door. I watched. I saw you go into his house. You've been with him all day."
"I ... I did ride ... but I never..." Kathy's heart was thumping wildly.
"Don't worry Kathy. I won't ever tell your mother. Unless ... " She paused, letting the alternative sink like a poisoned barb into Kathy's mind. Olga stood up, and pulled her nightgown over her head. In the moonlight of the room, Kathy could see the woman's flat, almost fleshless breasts, and her slender, boyish hips. Olga pulled the covers of the bed down to the foot. "Lie down and be quiet." Trembling with suppressed anger, Kathy lay back. Olga jerked Kathy's short nightie up to her neck and lay down on top of her. "Goddamn men ... all men! Sticking their dirty cocks into women's cunts. I can't stand making love to a girl's pussy when she's spent hours with a man. There's always some of his filthy scum inside. So tonight I'll fuck you. Another night, maybe, I'll make love to you ... all over. I'll make you forget all about men."
With deep revulsion, Kathy lay in physical apathy while Olga sucked her breasts. Fearful of antagonizing Olga, Kathy made a pretense of enjoying the blonde woman's pubic contact with her own cunt in a passionate imitation of fucking. She turned her face away from Olga's lips as the blonde woman bucked and rotated her hips in her orgasm. "Wait till next time," Olga whispered. "You'll love it!" She slipped on her nightie and left the room.
Kathy went into the bathroom to wash the scum of Olga's cum from her cunt. "You ... you goddamned ... Lesbian you!" she muttered.
6
After the children had left for school the next day, Peggy strolled out in the backyard. She had no interest in the skyline bathed in the warm morning sunshine, nor in the few white clouds floating like graceful swans in the brilliant blue sky. She hadn't seen Bruce since that evening after dinner when he had left her with a chilly goodbye. Hungry for cock and with an aching need for fucking, Peggy strolled along the hedge, listening for any sounds of activity. Only the shrill warbling of a mockingbird broke the silence. She went back into the house. Olga was vacuuming the living room. Peggy went into her bedroom, looked up Bruce's number in the telephone directory, and dialed. He answered on the second ring.
"Bruce? This is Peggy."
"Hey, Peggy! Good morning! How are you? I was just finishing breakfast. I wish you could be here to join me in a cup of coffee."
Peggy's face flushed with pleasure at the warm friendliness of his voice. "I can be in a few minutes Bruce."
"Good! I'm free for an hour or so. I'll keep the coffee pot warm."
Peggy paused at the front door. "Olga! I'm going up the street to visit a neighbor. I'll be back in an hour or so." She heard Olga's grunted reply as she opened the door. Hurrying around the hedge, Peggy walked rapidly to the rear of Bruce's house. Looking through the windows, she could see no one in the breakfast nook or the kitchen. She pressed the bell and waited. When no one answered, she knocked loudly. Still no one answered. She hurt the knuckles of her right hand as she pounded at the door. Through the glass of the door she saw Bruce striding into the room from the hallway. He opened the door and greeted her warmly.
"Glad you called Peggy. Had your second cup?"
"Yes Bruce." Stepping into the kitchen, she said. "I guess your doorbell doesn't work."
"Hell, that hasn't worked for a year. Sorry I was late answering your knock. I was taking a piss." He scanned her tense face with narrowed eyes before a slow smile spread on his lips. "You want to go to bed, right?"
"Right, Bruce. It seems like a year since the last time."
"I'm due at my lawyer's office at eleven. We have an hour though. Come on back to my bedroom." She followed him eagerly. He didn't hold her arm this time.
"Migod, what a sex playground!" Peggy exclaimed as she stepped into the large, mirror-paneled room.
"It adds to the fun. Take your clothes off. I'll be with you in a minute." He walked into the dressing room.
Peggy stood for a moment, hurt and disillusioned. He had neither embraced nor kissed her. She was tempted to stalk out of the house, but the image of his hard luscious cock rose in her mind. She shrugged, and then stripped. The bed was unmade, the sheet splotched with dried cum. He probably fucked some broad all night, she thought, with jealous regret rather than anger. I hope she left enough of his juice for me. An overhead floodlight came on suddenly as Bruce emerged from the dressing room. He was naked, and carried a camera and a tripod. "You're not going to take pictures of me naked like this, are you?" Peggy asked in alarm.
"Why not? I like pictures of my women. Don't you trust me?" His jaw set sternly as he glanced at her. Laughter as sour as green apples burbled in his throat. "Shit! I should know you don't after your outburst the other evening about Kathy. Okay! No pictures, no fucking. Get dressed."
"Please! Bruce!" Peggy leaped out of bed as he turned toward the dressing room. "Please! I didn't mean it that way." Shamelessly, she dropped to her knees in front of him, clutching his ass-cheeks. "I'll do anything you say." She pressed her face against his belly, and kissed his cock and balls. "I need you, I need you!"
"Okay," he replied, patting her head as though she were a dog being forgiven for misbehavior. "Lie on your back with your ass at the foot of the bed. I want to take a close-up of your cunt first." He helped her to her feet, and set the camera and tripod on the dresser. Opening a drawer, he took out the Polaroid camera, then walked to the foot of the bed. As he checked the camera for film, he said, "I'm not in the business of blackmail, Peggy, in case you were wondering."
"I know you're not, Bruce," she replied, worried because he seemed to have read her thoughts. "I'm afraid someone else might accidentally see it, that's all."
"I keep every photo like this in my safe. No one, but no one ever sees them. Lift your legs up in the air, and spread them wide, then let them drop back until your knees touch the bed. Good! Put the tips of your fingers at the edge of your cunt lips and pull them apart. Excellent! Hold it!" The shutter clicked, and he got to his feet. "This will take one minute Peggy."
She looked up at him, reading hostility in his dark eyes. "I hope it comes out good. I'd like to see my cunt myself. I never have."
"In case you still have doubts, let me tell you ... not that it's any of your goddamned business ... but my father died twenty years ago, and left me fifteen million dollars. Have your banker draw a Dun-and-Bradstreet report on me. You'll find that confirmed..."
"Darling! I love you! I'd never think of doing that."
He shrugged. "I don't love you. I love fucking you, sucking your cunt, having you give me a blow job-it's pure sex with me, and I hope it will be with you."
"That's fine with me Bruce. Just let me fuck you once in a while. You drive me wild!"
The buzzer sounded. He tore the photo from the camera, stripped off the negative and looked at it. A smile of pleasure lighted his dark features. "I'll enjoy looking at this on a lonely night when I have to jack off." He handed her the photo.
"Migod!" she gasped, "everything shows, even my tits and face."
With the Polaroid still in his hand, he walked over to the dresser, tossed the photo in the top drawer and returned to the bed. "We don't have time for the full bag of tricks today Peggy. What's your pleasure?"
Her brow wrinkled with indecision. "Have we got time for me to suck you off, suck you hard again, then fuck?"
"I think so." He stood looking down at her face, flushed with embarrassment at making her choice. The wild yearning for sex showed in her eyes. "You ever seen yourself on TV?"
"No." She felt like crying, 'get on with it!'
"I have a closed circuit TV camera. I'd like to put our fucking on film so we can look at it the next time you come over for a long session. It's fun . . .real fun Peggy."
"Sounds like it. Go ahead." She watched him mount the TV camera on its tripod, then set it up beside the bed. Cock-hunger and impatience gnawed at her. He was wasting minutes of the precious hour he had allotted her. "Lie on your belly Peggy, and move up so your head's about here. I'm going to sit with my back against the mirror and you can suck me off there. Let's see if we have a good picture of you." He walked over to the TV set against the wall and switched it on, then returned to the camera on the tripod to punch a button. "Look up in the mirror. How's that?"
Reflected in the mirror was an image on the TV screen, showing her face and breasts, and her naked back and buttocks. "Oh! I'll bet it would be marvelous to fuck and come and watch yourself doing it at the same time."
"Right on!" Bruce got into bed, settled himself in a seated position with his back against the mirrored wall. His cock was already hard, standing rigid in front of Peggy's face. Her face reflected her joy. "Wait a minute, Peggy. I want a Polaroid shot of you in this position." He picked up the camera from the bed, focused it on her face and checked the view. "Lift your chin a bit, and put your tongue to the tip of my cock. Hold it!" He set the Polaroid camera on the bed beside him. "Okay, you marvelous cocksucker! Go after it!"
Peggy went after it with wild abandon, like a hungry dog after the meat on a bone. The buzzer sounded. Peggy paid no attention.
"Want to see it. It was a beaut!"
"Later." In her eagerness, Peggy forgot her self-control, and discovered too late that she had brought him to climax. His cum exploded in her mouth and she suckled his shrinking cock with wild lust. "Shit! I didn't want to make you come so fast."
Bruce patted her head. "Better get at it again if you want to get fucked. You haven't too much time left."
"Get away from the wall then," she said, irritation in her voice. "Lie flat on your back and put your legs up so I can get at all your goodies." She had looked forward with eager delight to licking his balls and his entire asscrack, but there was an offensive odor rising to her nostrils. Raising up on her elbows, she said, "You didn't shower this morning."
"No, not yet. I wasn't expecting you to call. We'll shower together." He got up, shut off the TV camera, and led the way into the bathroom. "The shower stall is big enough to hold both of us with room to spare. Wait till I adjust the water temperature." He opened the glass door, turned the faucets, and checked the spray with his arm. "It's about right. Step in Peggy."
"Don't spend too much time on me Bruce. I've already showered. Let me get you clean enough to eat."
"I like washing women's tits and cunt. It helps me get it up quicker. Turn around and let me wash your back first."
To Peggy, impatient to get him back in bed, he seemed to take an hour to soap her body to his satisfaction. "Give me the soap, please Bruce, or we'll never get back to bed in time to fuck." She lathered his back, buttocks, and legs quickly, but spent a long time soaping his asscrack, plunging her middle finger up his ass several times. "Turn around." She spent little time on his chest, belly, and legs, anxious to work on his soft cock. After a lengthy soapy massage, his penis finally began to harden in her hand. "It's almost ready," she exclaimed happily.
"Did you ever fuck in the shower while the water's running, Peggy?" He replied to his own question. "Of course not. You told me about your sex with that dumb husband. Want to try it?"
His cock was thick and stiff in her hand. "No. I want to get back to bed."
"Try it this once," he said, lifting her high in his arms. His cock slipped between her legs. "Put it in Peggy."
Hoping to avoid annoying him further, Peggy clamped her legs around his hips. His hands supported her ass, raising it high enough for her to guide his cockhead to her cunt. It slipped in easily, and she allowed herself to sink down on it. "Feels good," she said.
"I knew you'd like it. Let's fuck. I'll lift you up, you let yourself down for each stroke. I like this for a change. Of course, you don't get the thrill of the smell of hot, juicy cunt, but sex is more fun when you change off once in a while."
Peggy laughed, but sourly. "I haven't had enough of the other to need a change as yet." She added hastily, "But I like this, I really do." The shaft of his cock seemed to slide over her clitoris in direct contact with each stroke, and she felt the stirrings of an early orgasm within her. Their fucking strokes increased in pace, his hands jouncing her ass up and down like a yoyo.
"Shit! I'm coming!" she cried. "No! Wait!"
"I can't! Hurry!"
Peggy wriggled and rotated her ass wildly, in a vain attempt to catch up with him. She felt the discharge of his warm cum splash within her as she approached the peak of her own orgasm but failed to make it. His cock shriveled and dropped out of her cunt. Her legs slipped off his hips, and he set her down. "How was it?" he asked, soaping his soft cock and balls.
"I didn't come Bruce. Could we dry off and go to bed for a quick session of sixty-nine?"
He shut the water off and stepped out of the stall. Handing her a towel, and taking one for himself, he said. "I don't have time Peggy. I have to shave and get dressed. I can't afford to miss this eleven-o'clock appointment."
Peggy turned away to hide the tears in her eyes as she finished toweling herself dry. She felt his juice leaking out of her pussy, and sat on the toilet while he lathered his face. "What am I to do about this gob of your cum running out of me. I'll leave a river of it all the way home."
He opened the medicine chest. "Here. Use this and give yourself a douche."
"How many other women have used it?"
"It's Sharon's. No one else has ever used it. Don't be so damn fussy."
She filled the douche bag with warm water from the second basin. Seated on the toilet, she inserted the nozzle, pressed the bulb, then watched the water and mucus drip out of her. The thought hit her with a sudden jolt. Sharon? That's his daughter! And her douche in his medicine chest?
She wiped her cunt dry, washed out the douche, and laid it on the sink. "I left my clothes in the bedroom, Bruce. I'll dress in there."
"Sure," he replied, continuing his shaving stroke.
She dressed hurriedly. When she returned to the door of the bathroom, Bruce was slapping his face with shave lotion. "No need to show me to the door. I remember the way out." As he turned toward her, she added, with bitterness, "I hope you make your appointment on time." She didn't hear his reply as she hurried down the hall. There were still tears in her eyes as she walked home. "He's still angry with me about my remark of the other night concerning Kathy," she muttered, "or, he's got another woman!"
Olga met her in the hallway as Peggy opened the door. "You're home early. I didn't expect you for another hour or two."
Peggy strode past her. "I had a quarrel with my friend." In her bedroom, she removed her clothes and went into the bathroom. Seated on the toilet, she fanned her clitoris to bring herself to a quick and joyless orgasm. Facing a long, dreary day, she decided to bathe in the sun, and donned her white bikini. With beach towel in hand, she walked into the kitchen to be greeted by Olga's open-mouthed stare.
"Oh, Missus Sommers! You have a beautiful figure. Such lovely breasts! And such a gorgeous ... backside. You can sure catch a man's eyes in that suit ... if that's what you want."
"Thanks, Olga." She turned at the door to give
Olga a grateful smile. "Why else would a woman buy such a daring bikini." She saw Olga's lips move but was unable to make out her muttered reply.
7
Peggy lay abed in the darkness of her bedroom, staring at the ceiling. The luminous hands of the dresser clock indicated a few minutes after ten. The house was quiet. Olga had retired to her room after doing the dishes. She was a marvelous cook and housekeeper, but there was something about her that Peggy disliked-her mannerisms perhaps, or her disposition, somber at times, then overly friendly. Peggy and the children had sat through two hours of dreary television, and had all retired at nine. She could hear the children's snores, Kathy's low and plaintive, Robby's loud and sonorous.
Peggy had undressed, gone into the bathroom, and had tried again to reduce her sexual tension by fingering herself to orgasm. It had served only to intensify her physical craving for sexual gratification. She was done with Bruce Coleman. He had treated her with disdain, like discarded toy. Besides, he fucked his own daughter. She was sure of it. Somehow, she must see that Kathy never saw him again. The thought of the pictures he had taken of her naked body rose like a horrible specter to terrify her. She planned to have her local bank request a Dun-and-Bradstreet report on him. He went to Los Angeles frequently, and that was the smut capital of the world. She shuddered at the thought he might be a peddler of filthy pictures and stag movies.
She dozed for what seemed to be a few minutes and was surprised when she glanced at the clock to see that an hour had passed. Migod! How I need a man, she thought, and cursed Bruce for arousing such wild animal lust in her. The image of Jesse's smiling face and his big thick cock rose in her mind. She groaned, and stuffed a pillow between her legs, pumping her ass in an attempt to rouse her clitoris to pleasurable response. It brought to mind the feel of Jesse's hard cock plunging into her quivering cunt. How long had they fucked that last time-thirty, forty minutes? "Shit!" she muttered in disgust. She got out of bed and paced the room. He had invited her to come to his shed, any time, any hour. "I could never do that, never," she told herself. She went into the bathroom and turned on the light. Seated on the toilet, she pissed again, the third time in the last few hours. Jesus! she thought, Ooh, how I need you tonight! No one would see me. I could slip along the hedge, stay away from the house. Bruce has probably got some cock-hungry broad in bed with him, and his bedroom is on the other side of the house. She looked at herself in the mirror. "You can't do this, you fool," she told herself. "It's crazy!" As she spoke, she drew her nightie over her head, wet and soaped a washcloth and washed her cuntal crack. Slipping on a robe, she tiptoed down the hallway, stopped to listen at Olga's closed door, then looked in on Robby, snoring like a bull, and on to Kathy's room. The girl lay curled up under the covers, sleeping soundly. On the way back to her room, she paused again to listen at Olga's door. There was utter silence. In her room, Peggy slipped off her robe, pulled a dark sweater over her head, and stepped into a pair of dark-blue slacks. No one could ever see her in the darkness of a moonless night. Putting her house keys in her pocket, she opened the kitchen door quietly, stepped out, then closed it softly.
Some ten minutes later, the lamp over Kathy's headboard lighted up. Kathy turned her face into the pillow to shield her eyes from the glare. "Mom!" she murmured sleepily, "what's the matter?"
"Your mom's not home Kathy."
With a convulsive jerk, Kathy rolled over and sat up. "It's you! Damn you, Olga, get out of here or I'll call my mother."
"Your mom's gone out."
"Where?"
"Looking for some fucking."
"You're lying." Kathy leaped out of bed, and dashed down to her mother's room. She switched on the light. The bed was empty. She went into the bathroom and turned on the light. Her mother's nightgown lay in a heap near the door. Turning off the lights, she returned to her room. Olga was seated on a chair next to the bed, a sly smile on her face. "Where did she go?"
"To spend a few hours with your man friend next door."
"That's a lie. I know that's a lie." Her voice quavered.
"She spent two hours with him this morning Kathy. And don't tell me that's a lie. I saw her go over there. She told me she was going to visit a neighbor. I followed her out to the front of the house. When she walked into the driveway next door, I knew where she was going."
"I can't believe she'd do that," Kathy said, but she knew her voice betrayed her doubt.
"I knew the way she acted around here all day and again at dinner. She had hot pants that needed a man. So I kept watch tonight. When she went out the back door fifteen minutes ago, I kept an eye on her. And that's where she's gone again."
Kathy sat on the edge of the bed and sobbed. Olga moved over to sit beside her. She placed an arm around Kathy's shoulder. "I just can't believe Bruce would ... do that with my mother. After..."
"Lie down dear, and cry your hurt away." Olga switched off the light, stood up and helped Kathy stretch out. She sat on the edge of the bed, stroking the girl's forehead. "Honey, you have to learn early about men. I never knew one yet who wouldn't fuck mother, daughter, sister, a knothole in a fence-anything they can stick their hard pricks into. If you don't mind dear, I'll lie down beside you for a little while, just until the hurt goes away. I promise."
"Lie down. I couldn't care less." Her sobbing quieted after a while, then stopped. Kathy wiped her eyes with the top of the sheet.
"Feeling better Kathy?" Olga asked, placing her hand lightly on the girl's stomach.
"Yes, Olga." There was one way to pay off her mother and Bruce for their sneaky dealing. "Do you want to make love to me?"
"Mmmmm! Yes!"
"Is Robby asleep?"
"Can't you hear him? I closed your door but you can still hear him snoring like a wild animal."
"Then let's do this right." Kathy reached up to turn on the bed lamp. "Get naked Olga, and love me with everything you got." Kathy pulled her nightie over her head, and lay back. Olga stood up to slip off her long nightgown. She stood looking down at Kathy's firm breasts and her hairy pubes. She licked her lips and moaned with delight. Slipping into bed, she snuggled up close. Her tongue circled Kathy's lips, darting in and out of the girl's mouth with tantalizing rhythm. She lowered her face to Kathy's breasts to kiss and suckle her nipples for a few exciting moments.
"Turn over Kathy, or I'll have you coming too soon." Kathy could sense Olga's wet twitching pussy on the gentle skin of her buttocks. The woman was an expert, finding every nerve, every sensitive spot up and down her back with her lips and titillating tongue. By the time Olga's lips reached her cunt, Kathy was flooded with warmth and excitement. Olga slid down to lie between the girl's legs, slipping her hands under Kathy's belly to raise her ass higher. She tongued around Kathy's twitching anus, round and round and round, before jabbing her tongue inside. After tonguing up and down Kathy's thighs and into her cunt, she urged the girl onto her back. Kathy was on fire with lust as Olga mouthed her breasts, sucking, tonguing, kissing every sensitive area. The touch of her tongue on Kathy's clitoris started flames of fiery excitement in her cunt. Olga lowered her hips and Kathy stared up into a gash of gleaming pussy outlined by ridges of golden bushy hair. As Olga pulled the girl's knees up and tongued into her oozing cunt, Kathy groaned with delight. The close view of moist female cuntflesh, and the intriguing smell of it drove Kathy into frenzied lust. She reached up to clutch Olga's hips and force her pink glistening cunt to her face, sucking madly as her own orgasm peaked to dizzy heights.
As Peggy rounded the corner at the back of the stable, she sighed with relief. A light appeared in the window of the shed. Following the footpath through tall weeds, she reached the door. About to knock, she heard voices inside, then a roar of laughter. She put her ear close to the door. The voice of an announcer spoke: "And now folks, one minute for a commercial break." Jesse was watching TV! Relieved, she knocked lightly. The door opened and Jesse stood looking at her with astonishment reflected in his wide-eyed stare. His white teeth flashed in a wide grin.
"Miz Sommers! Come in."
Peggy chuckled nervously. "You told me any time, any hour, Jesse." She stepped toward him. He moved aside.
"Bix! I got company."
A tall black boy rose from the battered leather lounge chair facing the small TV set against the far wall. Beneath the fluffy ball of his hair, the whites of his eyes and teeth contrasted with the shiny blackness of his face. "Hi!" he said, grinning widely.
Peggy felt her breasts and face flame. "Hello." Peggy turned to Jesse. "I was afraid I wouldn't see you in the morning Jesse. That work we discussed ... I ... I think you better wait a day..."
"Bix was just leavin', Miz Sommers. He's catchin' the last bus back to San Diego. You better get goin' Bix. You got plenty of time ... about twenty minutes."
"Right on man! See you next week sometime, right? Nice to meet ya, Miz Sommers."
Jesse waited until the door closed behind Bix. "He's a cousin, Miz Sommers. Came back with me after supper to watch TV. Don' worry about him. He got a job he got to get to at seven in the mornin'. "
Peggy glanced about the shed, worry tugging at her mind. A double bed stood against the west wall, an exposed leaky toilet with a wash stand next to it on the wall adjoining the stable. A small table with two dinette chairs covered with ragged plastic seats and backs stood beneath a small window looking into the stable. "He heard my name Jesse. Is he apt...."
"Bix? Naw. Forget it. Me and him was raised together. We got lots of things we share, lots of secrets. We don't tell nobody..." He grinned. "Now, 'bout that work you wanted to talk about." He took her in his arms. "I'd be glad to take care of it now."
Peggy felt his hand on her ass, and his prick began to harden against her thigh. "Are you sure it's all right Jesse?"
"Sure as the morning sun baby."
Lust swept away all fears as his lips pressed hers and his tongue thrust into her mouth. She ground her pussy against the rock-hard surface of his cock. "Oooh! Jesse, lover, I'm hot hot hot hot!"
"Glad I washed my bedsheets yesterday baby. We got a nice clean bed to fuck in." He pulled her sweater over her head and sucked her breast while he removed her slacks. He's more of a gentleman than Bruce, she thought. He really wants me as much as I want him. He carried her to the bed and laid her down, then leaned over to kiss her pussy as he removed his clothes. Lying beside her, with his hard cock jabbing at her thighs. "How do you want it first baby? Want a long tonguing first?"
She pulled him on top of her and whispered passionately, "I want a long cock inside me, and a long long fuck, my darling! Then, everything else after that."
"I'm the man for that baby." He knead her legs apart and swabbed his bulbous cockhead in her sopping cunt. She moaned her joy as she felt his large black cockhead enter her, and worked inner muscles to clutch it tightly. Throwing her legs up over the small of his back, she raised her ass to meet his first thrust, and dug her heels into his ass to force his pulsing crown even deeper into her. She felt him throb his cockhead. She milked it lovingly. Her need for male flesh within her added fuel to the flames of her fleshly lust. She sensed the beginnings of an orgasm.
"I'm already close, my darling!" she whispered, digging her nails into the soft flesh of his buttocks. "Can I come if I have to, without..."
"You know you can baby," he whispered. "Oooh! Darling! Oooh!" She bucked her ass wildly as orgasmic waves rolled through her, then dwindled away. His cock was still buried in her, stiff as a club, live as a thick snake. Again and again, rockets of delight burst within her as Jesse continued to bring her to peaks of ecstasy without losing control. She lost all sense of time and space. She was aware only of his warm flesh, his warm hard cock and the soft furry-surfaced tongue licking her eyelids and ears, and thrusting into her suckling mouth. His prick was thrusting into her faster now, and her ass was bucking and rotating in rhythm with it. "Jesse! Oooh! This is it! Darling! Darling! Come with me! Come come come come!" Deep within her she felt his cockhead throb and pound as he remained motionless for a long moment, then sensed the first geyser of his warm semen burst within her. The whole world seemed to explode as Peggy's orgasm broke, and they pounded at each other in furious delight. Jesse's cock shriveled and plopped out of her. He rolled off and lay quietly beside her.
"Man! That was something else baby." He kissed her nipples. "Really, I mean, something else!"
"You're the one Jesse! You're incredible!" Peggy got to her knees to straddle him, and leaned forward to kiss his slimy prick. Jesse's hands pulled her cunt down to his face, and his tongue lapped up and down in her soppy tissues. Peggy lifted his knees up and tongued the slick savory juices from the crinkled skin of his balls, then sucked his cock into her mouth. She rolled her tongue around its savory flesh, relishing the taste of it. Jesse's mouth was sucking noisily at the mouth of her cunt, drawing his semen and her juices out of it. She felt his tongue move up to circle her anus, and relaxed to offer entry to his tongue. "I love it when you do that Jesse. Tongue my ass-hole, lover. It feels good. I wonder if I could come like that?"
"If my cock wasn't so big baby, I'd love to fuck you up the ass. Maybe you find a guy with a long skinny prick some day. Try it. Lots of women like it."
"I'd like to try that sometime. Right now, I want to suck all the rest of your cum out of you." As she took his cock in her mouth again, she discovered it had begun to get hard. Incredible as it seemed, her cunt began to tingle with delight. She had his swollen cockhead in her mouth, tonguing at the ridge of it, when the door opened and Bix stepped into the shed.
"Shit!" he said, "I missed the fuckin' bus."
It took several moments before Peggy realized Jesse's cock was in her mouth. She dropped her hands on the bed and raised her head, avoiding a glance at the interloper. What do we do now? Jesse slithered out from under her, leaving her on her hands, her breasts hanging down like ripe fruit.
"Whyn't you sleep in the stable Bix?"
"Man! I tried! I heard all these funny sounds in here. I been watchin' through the window. I didn't think the lady would mind another cock to spell you off." He pulled his sweater over his head, and slipped off his trousers and shorts. Peggy, shocked into immobility, remained on her hands and knees, staring at the boy's black body and his hard prick jutting up from a nest of bushy hair.
"Well, Miz Sommers," Jesse said as he sat on the edge of the bed, "I shore am sorry, but Bix seen everything. What do you say. He's clean. No sex disease. I guarantee you that. He just had a medical exam a few days ago when he got his new job."
Peggy sat back on her haunches. "I've never been with two men at the same time. I don't know..."
"It's fun, ma'am. Lots of fun," Bix said.
"What's done is done," Peggy said after several moments of silence. The fires started in her loins by Jesse's expert suckling hadn't subsided, and she hadn't satisfied her lust for cockjuice. "How do you work this? By turns?"
"Baby! You're wonderful!" Jesse exclaimed. He got into bed, seated himself at the headboard and spread his legs. "You get on your hands and knees and suck me off. Bix can fuck you dog-fashion. Okay?"
"I'll try it. I never had it that way." She leaned over and took Jesse's cock in her mouth, while Bix knelt behind her, wet his cock in her slit, and plunged into her. His prick felt half as thick as Jesse's, but went into her more deeply. J could take that up the ass, she thought. I wonder what it feels like?
"Everybody comes at the same time baby," Jesse said. "That's the fun of group sex."
Peggy nodded. She was having some difficulty adjusting to the angle of Bix's prick and the timing of his thrusting. But it felt good! Real good! With a mouthful of delicious cockflesh, and a hard cock fucking into her, she shuddered with delight. Every sexual craving that had tortured her all day was being satisfied. The pace of her sucking increased to match the rhythm of Bix's cock thrusting into her.
"Everybody ready I hope," Jesse cried. "Right on!" Bix replied.
Peggy nodded, sucking deeply on Jesse's cock while she slammed her ass back against Bix's belly. Peggy felt Bix's stiff prick bury itself deeply in her cunt and his cockhead pulse as his ejaculation burst within her at the same instant Jesse's cum jetted into her mouth. Her ass bucked and rotated with delightful violence as her own orgasm exploded like rockets. She suckled Jesse's softening cock as she felt Bix's shrinking cockflesh withdraw from her cunt.
"Excuse me folks," Jesse said. "I gotta piss. Finish the job you two."
"Stay where you are Miz Sommers," Bix whispered hoarsely. "I like to suck freshly fucked cunt." He lay on his back and scooted under her, his feet at the head of the bed. Guided by his hands on her hips, Peggy lowered her cunt to his face, and felt a surge of delight in her loins as Bix plunged his tongue into her vagina. She stared down at the black soft mass of cockflesh, fascinated, tempted to taste it. This is real nigger cock, she thought, but it's cock! She lowered her face and sniffed, then kissed the dark purplish crown. She tongued at the black surface of his shaft encased in a coat of her slick juices and streaked with patches of his pearly cum. Raising her head for a moment, she rolled her tongue about in her mouth, savoring the strange exciting taste of the mixture. Tastes just like Bruce's and Jesse's, she thought. Leaning over again, she tongued around the base of his shaft in the sticky hair of his pubes, fingered his cock out of the way to lap the juices from the crinkly skin of his balls, and then swallowed his black cock. The soft mass of his cockflesh tasted delicious, and she suckled it greedily. Meanwhile, Bix was proving himself as expert as Jesse in rousing excitement in her cunt. She felt his lips on her ass-hole. His tongue jabbed into her ass-hole. She again wondered how a cock would feel inside her ass. The cock in her mouth was swelling as she tongued around its ridge. She raised her chin, changing its angle, and felt the swelling crown touch her palate, then slide past after a moment's gagging. It slid into her throat ... and beyond.
"Let's fuck again baby," Jesse said. He stood beside the bed, his thick hard cock in his hand.
Peggy was disappointed. She wanted to see if she could take all of Bix's cock. Reluctantly, she released it, slid her right leg over Bix's belly, and got out of bed.
"Man! Why interrupt? I think she could have eaten the whole thing."
"I got my hard-on just watching you two. You get on top this time, baby." Jesse lay on his back. Peggy straddled him on her knees, and guided his cock to her pussy, then settled down on it slowly. As it bottomed out on her, she leaned forward to kiss Jesse.
"This is delightful darling. Just delightful." The bed sagged as Bix got up to kneel behind her.
"If you like this baby, wait till Bix puts his cock up your ass."
"Will it hurt?"
"Hell no," Bix said. "Just relax your ass-hole and don't fight it. If it does hurt too much, just say so and I'll back off." His fingers dipped into her cunt to coat the head of his prick. "Relax, loosen up your ass-hole." She felt no pain as his cock entered her rectum, nothing but the intense pressure of a hard bowel movement. "Okay?" Bix asked.
"Yes. It went in easy." Both cocks moved into her. Through the thin membrane separating her ass and her cunt, she sensed the hard cocks massaging each other. Confused for a moment as to the movements of her ass in this odd fucking process, she finally figured it out. Both boys were experts at it, alternating their thrusts. Peggy raised her ass on Jesse's withdrawal and met Bix's inward thrust at the same time. Settled into a delightful fucking rhythm, Peggy soon crested to an orgasm. "It's wonderful!" she gasped, "I love it! But I'm close. Real close!"
"So am I," they both said. Cocks pounded in and out of her savagely.
"Oooh!" she groaned, as they lay still for a few moments, both cocks buried deep within her. She felt the surge of their ejaculations pumping through their black cocks, pressuring her own sensitive tissues into simultaneous explosions of orgasm. As their shrunken cocks plopped out of her, Peggy got out of bed.
"What time is it?" she asked.
"Only a quarter to three," Bix replied. "The sun don't come up for three hours yet. We got lots of time yet."
"Not me. I have to get home before anyone stirs in the house." She walked over to sit on the toilet. Both boys watched but she felt no shame. She loosed a stream of piss that hissed into the bowl. Waiting until much of Jesse's cum dripped out of her cunt, she wiped herself dry. "I loved every minute of it, Jesse, Bix," she said as she dressed in a hurry.
"Next time, I hope you suck me off," Bix said.
Standing in the open doorway, Peggy smiled. "I'll look forward to that Bix." She turned to Jesse seated on the edge of the bed. "Goodnight Jesse, lover. Thanks for everything."
The house was dark and quiet when she let herself in the kitchen door. Closing and locking it silently, she hurried into her bedroom. Slipping out of her slacks, she felt the crotch. It was wet with splotches of cum. Tossing the slacks on the floor of the closet, she pulled her sweater over her head, and went into the bathroom. Although fearful of waking someone, she took a quick shower, soaping her asscrack, plunging her middle finger up in her rectum several times, and fingering up into her cunt. She stepped out of the shower and dried herself quickly. Taking her douche from the top shelf of the linen closet, she spent five or ten minutes cleansing herself internally with a medicated solution.
"I hope you got all of his filthy cum out of you Missus Sommers."
Frightened, Peggy looked up to see Olga standing in the doorway, dressed in a short blue nylon nightie. "How dare you come into my room?"
Olga laughed. "How dare you sneak out in the middle of the night like a bitch in heat? How would you like Kathy to know her mother spent most of the night with her lover next door?"
"What are you talking about? You're..."
"I saw you go over there this morning. You were gone over an hour. And I watched you from the front door tonight. I knew where you were going. I saw you turn into his yard."
Peggy burst into tears. "What do you want?"
"If you got your cunt cleaned out, I'll lie down with you for an hour..."
Peggy glanced up at her, eyes wide with shock. "You're a Lesbian. But your references..."
Olga shrugged. "I worked for the past five years for a doctor and his wife. She enjoyed my loving. Her husband never knew. Your husband doesn't have to know either. Understand?"
Peggy nodded glumly. Walking on rubbery legs, Peggy made her way to bed.
Olga stood beside the bed and stripped off her nightie. "You'll like it Peggy. You'll see!"
8
Kathy woke with the nauseous scent of stale cunt-juice on her lips. She rose and went into the bathroom to shower. Lathering her face thoroughly, she then soaped her cunt to cleanse any remnants of her own discharges induced by Olga's tongue-fucking. She toweled herself dry, then brushed her teeth and gargled with a mouthwash. "I'll be there in a minute Mom," she shouted in answer to her mother's second summons to breakfast. A few minutes later, she entered the dining room and took her place at the table. Her mother was glum and moody, her face pale and drawn. Robby complained about going to school the last day of the week. Only Olga appeared bright and joyous as she served Kathy breakfast.
As they rose from the table, Robby pecked his mother's cheek. Kathy leaned over and kissed her forehead. "Off we go," she said, avoiding Olga's affectionate glance.
As Kathy walked with Robby toward the corner to catch the school bus, anger flooded her mind. She blamed her mother for the trap Olga had set. It had been a disgusting, shameful experience. But she was even angrier with Bruce. She understood he had sex with other women, but to have sex with her own mother. That was unforgivable. Vd like to tell him off, she thought. As the bus approached and the children lined up for boarding, she decided that she would do just that. She pulled Robby aside, and whispered, "I got the runs. I hope I make it home. Mom will drive me to school later."
"Why didn't I think of that," Robby replied sourly., "I hope everything comes out all right," he added as he boarded the bus.
Kathy hurried back up the street and turned in at Bruce's house. She had thought out a scathing little speech she intended to give the minute he opened the kitchen door. She saw him rise from the breakfast table as she passed the window of the breakfast nook. He greeted her at the open door, and threw his arms around her, clutching her ass, and kissing her passionately. She could feel his cock harden beneath his dressing gown and thump against her pubic bone. The contrast between the feel of a man's hard cock and the flat soft flesh of a woman's pussy crowded out every word of the fierce diatribe she had mentally prepared.
"What brings you here this morning Kathy?"
"This!" She ground her belly against his stiff cock.
"Can you spend an hour, maybe an hour and a half? I have to drive to the airport to meet my daughter's plane."
"Sure."
He took her arm as they walked toward his bedroom. "This is Friday. You're supposed to be at school. What are you going to tell your mother?"
"I worked out a good alibi. I love fucking in this room Bruce." She removed her dress, and tossed it on a chair.
"Wait lover. Let me take your panties off." He sank to his knees, and suckled each nipple. Then he tongued down to the waistband of her panties. Kissing her belly flesh, he tongued under the elastic band, clenched his teeth on it and tugged it down to her pubic hair. "I wonder what's underneath?"
Kathy put her hands on his head. "For a man who gets around," she said, laughing, "you sure don't know much about women."
"That's right! Show me where the goodies are, lover."
"I got lots of them." She put her hands behind her and pulled her waistband down over her hips, letting her panties drop to the floor. Kicking them aside, she spread her legs and fingered her cunt lips apart. "Try this one. It rings the bell every time." She squealed as his tongue touched her clitoris. He suckled it for a few moments, then rose.
"We have only an hour. How do you want it-want to be fucked, or sucked, or suck me off?"
"Fuck me Bruce."
"Pile into bed. I'll turn on the TV and we can watch our last performance and see if we've learned anything." He opened the sliding doors of the TV set, turned it on, and went into the dressing room. Kathy piled two pillows against the wall, and settled back, her eyes intent on the TV. The screen lighted up. Kathy gasped. It was a film of her mother, lying between the outstretched legs of a man with his huge, stiff prick jutting up in her face. Kathy sat up, her body rigid. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Bruce, emerging naked from the dressing room and going into the bathroom. "Excuse me Kathy. I have to piss. I'll be with you in a minute."
Kathy was too shocked to reply. She watched her mother's tongue lap the tip of the swollen crown, kiss it several times, then eat it. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked at it lovingly. Bruce came out of the bathroom. "How's the late show Kathy?" He looked at her for a moment. Kathy's gaze never wavered. He sat on the edge of the bed, then exclaimed, "Shit! I got the wrong reel. I'm sorry. I'll turn it off."
"No! Leave it on. I want to see this." Bruce sat up beside her and put his arm around her waist. "You win your bet Bruce."
"What bet?"
"My mom does suck cock!"
"What woman doesn't?" They watched the rest of Peggy's performance in silence. The film ended with Bruce and Peggy getting out of bed. "That's all we filmed that day." He rose, walked over to the TV set and turned it off. Returning to the bed, he stood for a moment, studying the expression on Kathy's face. "Believe me, I'm very sorry. I don't know how I could have made that mistake. I haven't labeled the last few reels..."
"Come to bed," Kathy said.
"Want to try a new fucking position today?"
"I changed my mind. Lie down!" Kathy replied grimly. "I want to suck you off."
She spent twenty minutes giving him a tongue bath that had his body trembling with excitement. Then she settled between his legs to lap and lick and kiss every portion of his cock and balls and asscrack. She brought him to climax finally, swallowing his gobs of cum as he groaned and moaned. Suckling the soft mass of his cockflesh until she was satisfied, she raised her head to look up at him over his pubic hair, she asked, "Am I as good at sucking cock as my mother?"
"Kathy! No one ever gave me as beautiful a job." Apologizing for the necessity to hurry, Bruce suckled her oozing cunt to a quick orgasm. While Bruce showered, Kathy soaped her face and cunt.
"I'll dress Bruce," she called out over the splashing sounds of the shower. In the bedroom, Kathy opened the top drawer of the dresser. He had tossed the Polaroid shot he had taken of her into that drawer. Maybe he had taken some shots of her mother. There were two lying on top of a lot of others. She glanced at them quickly, closed the drawer, and slipped on her panties, stuffing the two photos in the waistband. Putting on her dress and sandals, she returned to the bathroom. Bruce was toweling himself. "I'll run along lover." She held him off as he tried to embrace her. "Don't get my dress wet. I'll never be able to explain that. I had fun."
9
They finished breakfast the next morning, served by a sullen Olga who left the room after bringing another slice of toast to Robby. Peggy watched Olga cross the kitchen with the stride of a man, and go into the hallway to her room. "She's sure got a bug up her ... rear," Robby remarked.
"Robby!"
"Sorry Mom!"
"I don't like her disposition," Peggy said, "I'm afraid we'll have to get rid of her."
"The quicker, the better," Kathy remarked. "I can't stand her. What's on the program for today?"
"I thought we'd go shopping Kathy. We both could use some new clothes for Easter. Want to come along, Robby?"
"Go shopping with women?" Robby snorted. "No thanks! I'm going to lie in the sun. I'm the only guy in school who looks like a pale-face."
"I'll shower and dress Mom. Be ready soon." She rose from the table, tightening her robe about her.
Kathy closed the door of her room before undressing. She was sure she would have no more trouble with Olga-not after last night when Kathy had ordered her out of the room. "If you bother me again," she had told her, "I'll tell my mother myself that I've been with a man-and that you forced yourself on me. Get out and stay out." Thinking of Bruce while in the shower, Kathy lathered her pussy into a mild orgasm. "I won't see him for at least a week," she muttered, "now that his daughter's home from school."
After dressing, Kathy took out the Polaroid photos Bruce had taken of her and glanced through them. The door of her room opened without warning.
"You ready Kathy?" Her mother looked at the snapshots Kathy was stuffing into the sweaters in her dresser drawer. "What are those, some new photos? Let me see them."
"They're some old ones, Mom." Kathy slammed the drawer shut. "Let's get going before the stores get too crowded."
Peggy glanced at the partially open door, then at Kathy's flushed face. "You never close your bedroom door. What are you hiding from me?"
"Mom! Please! They belong to me. Can't I have some privacy around here?"
"Nonsense! Not from your mother." Peggy opened the dresser drawer and located the snapshots. Her face paled and her hands shook as she glanced through them. "These are filthy! Absolutely filthy! Who took them? Where?"
"Don't you know Mom?" Kathy asked, an impudent grin on her face. She snatched the photos from her mother's hand. "Maybe you'll recognize the room when I show you these." Reaching into the open drawer, Kathy withdrew the two snapshots she had taken from Bruce's dresser the preceding morning. Peggy reached out a hand for them, but Kathy shook her head. "Look! Don't touch, Mom!" Peggy's knees buckled as she glanced at the color shots of her asscrack, and of her suckling cock.
"That filthy sonofabitch! That dirty filthy bastard!" Peggy sank on the bed and broke into sobs. Kathy closed the bedroom door, and stood to await a break in her mother's sobbing.
"Mom! Don't be so upset. I'm a woman now..."
"You're a child ... fourteen years old. I won't let him get away with raping my daughter. Goddamn him! I'll...."
"Mom! He didn't rape me. I asked him to. Half the girls I know have..."
"Shit! I'm going over there right now and tell him..."
"I'm going with you, Mom!"
"You are not! You'll stay in your room until I get back." Peggy rose and strode toward the door.
"If you go, Mom, I go," Kathy said defiantly. "I won't let you tell him off unless I'm there. I loved every minute I spent with him. I asked him to take the snapshots of me. And he didn't give me the ones of you. I filched them out of his dresser." Kathy followed her mother out of the house, keeping pace with her angry stride. "You're going to spoil everything. There'll be nights when you'll lie awake thinking of him and his..."
"Shut up!"
" ... big cock. Nights when your pussy will ache with a need..."
"Will you shut up?"
"No. I've known for some time that you and Dad no longer ... have relations." Kathy grabbed her mother's arm as they rounded the corner of the house. "Mom! Wait! Nobody's gonna stop me from having sex. I'll find plenty of men. How about you? You'll spoil it for both of us if you barge in on him and..."
A horse whinnied at the door of the stable, and a woman's voice said, "Steady, Ginny, steady."
They both looked back for a moment to see a young girl mounting the mare. "Must be his daughter," Kathy said. The horse had turned as the girl mounted, and neither saw her face.
"Let me handle this Kathy," her mother said as she opened the kitchen door. Peggy's steps slowed as they walked down the hallway toward the bedroom. She stopped and whispered. "I should have thought this all out before ... well, we're here now."
"Think of all the fun Mom! Don't blow it!"
They stepped into bedroom, arm in arm. Bruce lay in bed, naked, his huge thick cock standing upright. In the mirrored wall behind him, the women could see the reflection of the TV screen.
A young woman with black shoulder-length hair lay naked on the bed, her legs raised while Bruce suckled her cunt. "I was just thinking about you two," Bruce said, getting out of bed. "I was watching an old rerun. One moment and I'll turn it off." He walked over to the dressing room, flicked a switch on the wall just inside the door, and returned. "Well! My two favorite girls. What can I do for you-I hope?"
Kathy glanced at her mother, staring wide-eyed and open-mouthed at Bruce's cock. "We felt ... sort of ... you know, Bruce..."
"Yes, I think I do." He put his right hand to his pubic hair, and scratched. "So?"
Again Kathy waited for her mother to speak, but Peggy seemed in a trance. "I told Mom I thought your daughter was home. Is she?"
"Yes, she is. But she's out in the stable. It will be hours before she returns to the house."
"We'd better go Kathy. She might..." There was a note of disappointment in Peggy's voice.
Bruce laughed. "Don't worry about Sharon. I'll close the bedroom door. She knows better than to interrupt her father when he's entertaining women friends." He stepped over to the door and closed it. "Well girls? If you've never tried a threesome in bed, now's your chance. It's terrific fun."
Kathy turned to her mother as she unzipped her dress. "Mom! You're wasting time!"
Peggy glanced at her daughter's bare breasts as Kathy dropped her dress to the floor, then looked at Bruce's naked body already spread out in the middle of the bed. She wet her lips, then tugged at the zipper of her dress. "Why not?" Her eyes glittered, and she broke into light laughter. "You sure you're man enough to take care of the two of us, Bruce?"
"You both better get in bed before I waste an ejaculation just looking at the two of you. I guarantee satisfaction."
Peggy lay down on his left side, and Kathy on his right. He kissed Peggy first, then Kathy. Their hands met on his genitals. "How do we do this, Bruce?" Kathy asked.
"Why don't the both of you give me a good tongue-bath first. I'll turn on my side. One of you can love up my back while the other takes the front. Then switch. Okay?"
"I'll do his back first, Mom." Bruce turned on his left side, and threw his arm across Peggy's hips. Kathy pressed her pussy against Bruce's ass, feeling it quiver in response. As she kissed the back of his neck, she put a hand over his hips and slid it between their bellies. She felt her mom's hand reach over to force its way between Bruce's ass and her hairy cunt. She moved her hips slightly until she felt one of her mother's knuckles touch her clitoris. She moved her ass in a gentle fucking motion. Shivers of joyous excitement raced up into her belly and up her spine as she realized she was fucking her mother's hand. The tips of their tongues met at Bruce's ear. They giggled. "After you Mom," Kathy said. Bruce's deep chuckle shook the bed. Kathy went to work on his neck and shoulders, tonguing and kissing and mouthing his muscled flesh, timing her progress to her mother's slow descent from his chest to his stomach. Kathy's lips reached the small of his back at the same time her mother began kissing his navel. "Shit Mom!" Kathy said.
"Hey girls! That's good, real good!" He raised his right leg. Tonguing into his asscrack, Kathy looked into her mother's face, her lips kissing his balls. They grinned.
"I can't think of a more interesting place to meet Kathy. Be careful Bruce. Your tongue is driving me crazy. I'm ready to come if you don't stop."
His voice muffled by cunt flesh, Bruce replied, "Come. And suck my cock. I'm ready too."
"What about me?" Kathy cried.
"You'll get your turn, Kathy. You can suck it back to hardness in a minute." The bed began to bounce as her mother cried out. Excitement flared in Kathy, sharing her mother's ecstasy. She tongued around his ass-hole as Bruce fucked into Peggy's mouth, then jabbed her tongue into his ass-hole. She could sense his cum roiling within him as his climax neared. "Take it, Peggy, here it comes." The tip of Kathy's nose touched his balls, sensing the surge of his cum. Kathy felt her cunt spasm in a mild orgasm. After a few moments Bruce said, "Time for a change." He rolled onto his right side, offering Kathy his mass of soft cock. "Make love to it, lover, and when it gets hard, stop."
"But I want to suck you off too, Bruce."
"You will after I fuck your mother."
"That's a promise, remember." She kissed and fondled his soft cock, catching an occasional glance of her mother's glowing face working in his asscrack. She threw her left leg over his head as Bruce tongued into her slit. Kathy hadn't realized how close she was to orgasm, and was surprised when her belly and cunt tensed suddenly. "Hold it! Bruce! Stop! I'm coming!" Her ass bucked as delight flooded through her. He continued sucking, holding her ass-cheeks to keep her cunt to his lips. "Oh! It was only a little one."
"Enjoy each one Kathy. Bruce can make you come till you scream your head off when he wants to."
"Yeah, I know Mom!" She kissed his soft cock, tongued at it, pressed its warm, smooth shaft against her cheek. "Oooh! I love the taste of cock!" she murmured, "I love the feel of it when it's soft. I love sucking on it and feel it swell in my mouth."
"Like daughter, like mother," Bruce said. "I never knew any two women like you two."
"She inherits it from me Bruce. I guess it's the genes or something." She called out to Kathy. "Make it hard for me dear. I want to get fucked."
Kathy suckled eagerly, enjoying two more minor climaxes before she felt it begin to harden. She pulled back her head to suck his swollen crown. "He's ready Mom!" Kathy moved away from him and sat up. Bruce rolled onto his back.
"Mount up Peggy."
Kathy watched with excitement as her mother straddled Bruce, grasped his stiff cock and guided it to her vagina. Sheer delight was expressed in her glittering eyes and radiant face as she settled down slowly. Kathy watched his massive cock disappear. "Isn't he something Mom?"
"Oooh! Yes!"
Without waiting for his invitation, Kathy planted her knees on either side of Bruce's chest, and lowered her cunt to his face. As his tongue thrust up into her vagina, Kathy grinned at her mother. "Oooh! This is good too." She watched closely as Peggy's hips rose and fell in a slow rhythmic stroking. Bruce's thick shaft glistened as it withdrew, drawing Peggy's pink cunt lips down with it. Kathy felt the tension building again within her warm flushed body as Bruce sucked her throbbing clitoris. Her ass ceased wriggling for several moments. She glanced at her mother's face, her eyes closed in dreamy joy, and at her lovely firm breasts, jiggling excitedly. "Oooh! Bruce! Mom! I'm commmiiiinng!" Leaning forward, she took one of her mother's nipples in her mouth and sucked at it noisily as the orgasm broke within her.
"Bruce!" Peggy cried. "Bruce! Lover, darling! Are you ready? I'm there there there there!" The bed jounced as three bodies writhed and bounced and wriggled. Peggy reached out to clutch Kathy's arms and pull her forward in close embrace, then sucked her daughter's breast.
As the storm subsided, Bruce said, "Peggy, bring your cunt up here so I can have my post-fuck cocktail. And Kathy, lie between my legs and see if you can suck another rise out of me. I promised to fuck you too."
Kathy looked up at her mother whose hairy cunt masked Bruce's face. Peggy smiled down at her. Kathy glanced at Bruce's soft cock, slick with her mother's juices, and took it in her mouth. It tasted exactly like her own.
10
Robby stepped out of the shower, dried himself, and put on his swim trunks. He took a large towel from the rack, and walked out to the kitchen. Olga was seated in the breakfast nook drinking a cup of coffee. He glanced at the clock on the wall over her head. It was a quarter to ten. "Did Mom and Kathy leave? I didn't hear the car start."
"They left. Went down the street to visit a neighbor."
"Are they coming right back? I wanted to ask Mom..."
"They won't be back for at least three hours," she replied, lips twisted by a sneer.
"Hmm! Oh well, it wasn't important."
Robby lay face down on the towel spread on the concrete apron of the pool. The sun was warm on his back, but the air was a bit chilly. He was awakened from a doze by the soft thud of horse's hooves from the yard next door. He sat up. A girl with long black hair appeared above the top of the high hedge."
"Whoa, Ginger!" The girl looked at Robby for a long moment, then raised her hand. "Hi!"
"Hi!" Robby rose and walked to the hedge.
"You're Robby Sommers," she said. Her eyes went over his pale-skinned, slender body like a jeweler studying a stone to determine its worth. "Bruce told me about you."
"Who are you?" Robby asked. She was pretty! Prettier than any girl he had ever seen!
"Sharon Coleman. I live next door here. Do you like horses?"
"Yeah, sure!"
"Come on over. We have three of them."
"Okay. I'll put on some clothes, and be right over."
"See you!" She clucked to the horse and moved away.
Robby went into his room, shed his trunks, and donned jockey shorts, a pair of Levi's, and a white T-shirt. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror, and tousled his thick brown hair down over his brow. At the door of his room, he stopped, and went back to the bathroom. He had kissed a girl once, and had been revolted by her bad breath. Not that any guy could expect to kiss a girl like Sharon Coleman. He brushed his teeth for the second time this morning.
She was waiting for him at the door of the stable, holding a camera in her right hand. As he approached, he took in quickly her slender figure, garbed in a tight-fitting shirt of white nylon, and a pair of hip-hugger blue jeans. She held out her hand. She had a firm grip. "This is my first day home Robby. I'm glad to know you."
"Me too. I mean, not my first day home ... I mean..." His face flushed. He was always embarrassed in the presence of a pretty girl.
Sharon laughed, again scanning his figure with an appraising eye. "Bruce told me you were fifteen. You look older than that."
"I'm sixteen, nearly seventeen."
"Oh?"
Robby wasn't sure whether she was expressing doubt or surprise. "Yeah, I'll be seventeen next September."
"Come in. If you like horses, you'll enjoy looking at ours. This is my honey, Ginger." She opened the gate of the stall. The horse stepped forward. Robby stepped back. Sharon fed the mare a lump of sugar, and closed the gate. "Ginger's pregnant."
"Oh?" Robby had never heard a girl use the word. Sharon sounded very adult. Trying to be equally casual, he glanced into the stall. "Hmm! She doesn't look it."
Sharon's lips curled in a faint smile as she turned to look at him. "Silly, she was bred only two days ago. In the next stall is Bruce's horse." She stood aside as Robby peered over the top rail. "He's only half a horse, really."
"Half horse?"
"You know what I mean. The vet took his stones when he was a two-year-old."
"Oh yeah! Sure!" Robby replied. This girl looks sixteen, he thought, but she must be twenty, maybe twenty-five years old, the way she talks. What the hell are stones?
"That's Nero, the stallion, in the last stall. He's a beautiful horse."
Robby looked over the top board of the stall, but backed off when the animal snorted and tossed his head. "He is a fine horse," Robby replied, trying to regain some lost ground.
"Do you know how to use a Polaroid color camera, Robby?"
"We have one. I've used it a few times."
"Good! Would you mind taking a few shots of me?"
Robby's balls twitched as images of luscious, naked breasts, recalled from a copy of Playboy he had seen a month ago, jiggled in his mind. His cock began to swell, struggling against the constriction of his tight jockey shorts. Maybe she wants me to take a picture of her tits! Why would she invite him into the stable? Why not out in the bright sunshine? Or in the house?
"Robby!" She had her right hand raised to brush back her hair as he looked at her. He could see the nipple of her breast outlined by the taut nylon of her blouse. His cock throbbed.
"You want your picture here in the stable?"
"I'd ask you into the house, but Bruce is in bed with two women, and I don't want to..."
"Yeah!" Robby replied, "I understand." The thought sent shivers through his balls and spasms around his ass-hole. Gees! One guy in bed with two women! "Who is this guy Bruce?"
"Silly! Bruce is my father. You had dinner with him a few nights ago."
"Oh! Mister Coleman!"
"Right on!" Sharon said, her dark eyes sparkling. "We can use the shed back of the stable. Jesse's in San Diego today."
Robby followed her out of the stable and around the corner, his heart pounding as he watched the movement of her buttocks. He tugged at the band of his shorts to allow his hard cock to rest against his thigh. Sharon opened the door of the shed and motioned him inside. Robby could see nothing of the furnishings but the double bed against the wall, its covers bunched at the foot.
"It's not much Robby," she said, "but at least it's private. We won't be disturbed." She closed the door and handed him the camera. "I have a boy friend in the town where I go to school. I want to give him some snapshots of me as a surprise when I go back to school. Some 'intimate' shots, if you know what I mean."
"Yeah, sure!" Robby croaked. "Yeah!"
"Of course you've been with ... other girls?"
Robby's mouth had dried. His tongue seemed to stick to the roof. He nodded. The closest Robby had ever gotten to having sex with a girl was the time he sat on the toilet in his bathroom behind a locked door, jacking off with his right hand while holding a snapshot of a girl's pussy in the other.
"I wouldn't want to embarrass you if you hadn't, Robby." She walked over to the bed, unbuttoned her shirt and sat down. like an actor waiting for the other to respond to a cue thrown to him, she waited tensely through several moments. "You can't take a picture from there silly. Come closer and kneel down in front of me."
Robby knelt. He stared at her tanned breasts, the smooth tanned skin of her stomach and dimpled belly and the curly black tendrils peeping over the waistband of her jeans. The heat generated in his hard pulsing cock and tightly bunched balls spread all through him, bringing a hot flush to his face. He felt the urge to throw himself on her and devour her tempting breasts.
"I want the first shot to be a teaser Robby. Then we can take others." Pulling the right side of her shirt aside, she cupped her fully exposed breasts with her left hand. "Okay Robby, shoot it!"
Spittle dribbled from his lips as he closed one eye and sighed the pink little nipple through the viewfinder. The shutter clicked and the flash cube exploded with brilliance. Sharon released her shirt and took the camera from his trembling hands. "I hope it's a good one Sharon," Robby said, still on his knees.
"We'll see in a minute," she replied, setting the camera on the bed. "How old did you say you are?"
"Fifteen." The word slipped out of his drooling lips before he could stop it.
Sharon grinned. The buzzer sounded. She rose, picked up the camera and removed the snapshot. Robby got to his feet. While she glanced at the photo, he asked, "This boy friend of yours Sharon, are you engaged to him?"
"Not bad, a bit fuzzy." She handed it to him.
"No, of course not. I was teasing you Robby." She stepped close to him. "This is your first time right?"
"Yes!" His arms embraced her. Her lips opened to suck his tongue into her mouth while her hand clutched his ass. He felt his cock throb madly as she ground her belly against his, then explode in a flood of gooey joy.
"You wasted that one Robby. Better get those jeans off before you soak them. That would be hard to explain to your mother when you get home." Her fingers unloosed the catch and unzipped his fly with practiced ease. His jeans dropped to the floor.
"Better wipe that goo off the inside before it spreads. There's toilet paper beside the John." She picked up his jeans. "I'll take care of these," she said, walking over to the toilet with him. "You dry the cum off your thigh before you take off your shorts. You don't want to soil them too."
"Gosh, I'm sorry!" he muttered. "I didn't know it would be like that."
"Think nothing of it. It happens every time with boys-the first time, I mean. I better put these jeans out in the sun so they dry." She returned in a few moments. Robby had pulled his shorts down and was drying his cock with wads of toilet tissue. "Take them off and come to bed."
"But I already came..."
She laughed. "There's plenty more where that load came from. What time's your mother due home?"
"Not for several hours. She and Kathy went down the street to visit a neighbor."
"Good!" She took his hand and led him to the bed. "Undress me Robby." With shaky fingers, he stripped off her shirt and her jeans, staring wide-eyed at her tanned loveliness. He put an arm around her, touching her with the care one uses in handling delicate china. Her ass was round and smooth. She was tonguing into his ear, biting the lobe, digging her fingernails into his ass-cheeks while she bumped and ground her cunt against his pubic bone. Robby's whole body was alive and trembling, except that most important part of his anatomy. His cock hung soft and lifeless. Damn it! I shouldn't have pulled my prick this morning! he thought, as Sharon remained motionless for a moment. Then a groan burst from her lips as her ass bucked and rotated wildly, slowly grinding to a halt. She stepped away from him. "Lie down Robby, we got to get some life into that cock of yours."
"I can jerk it a few times," he suggested.
She cocked her head. A sly smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "I know a better way than that. Lie on your back. Pull the pillow down a few feet from the head of the bed." She lay beside him, raised herself up on her left elbow, and put her breast to his mouth. "Suck my tit! Make me hot again!" His tongue touched the small bud of her nipple. He opened his mouth to suck in as much of her flesh as he could. "Good! Good! Robby." Her fingers trailed over his belly and touched his soft cock. "You must have masturbated this morning, did you? It ought to get hard by now." He sucked more of her tit into his mouth to avoid a reply. She pulled away from him.
Alarmed, he said, "Don't go. It'll get hard again. I'm sure..."
"Silly! I want to make certain." She knelt beside him, leaned over to suck his tiny nipples, then kissed his stomach, his belly, tongued into his navel, and licked down to the base of his cock. "You have a nice thick cock Robby. We'll have fun fucking if I can make it hard enough." Tingling excitement scurried through his balls, set his ass-hole into spasms, raced up through his belly and into his chest. His cock was beginning to swell. He could feel it. "I bet you never saw a girl's pussy close up, Robby."
"No."
"Take a look." She swung a leg over his chest. "Let me see what you look like down there." She lifted his legs up, pulled them back and placed her elbows behind his knees. He could feel her tongue licking his balls as he stared up into the pink, fleshy valley he had so often dreamed of. His cock was stiff and swollen, gorged with the blood of his lusting need. His cockhead poked at her throat as she tongued into the sensitive flesh between his balls and his ass-hole. He was ready to fuck-fuck a real cunt instead of the neck of a milk bottle filled with warm water. He would tell her in a minute, but first he had to see the hole he would stick his hard prick into. He put his fingers to the black hair bordering the glistening pink flesh of her cunt lips, spread them apart, and stared at the gleaming tissues inside the mouth of her cunt. His ass bucked as he sensed her tongue circle his twitching ass-hole. She's tonguefucking my ass-hole! he thought, as weird, sensual delight skittered through his loins. Her tongue was working on his balls again, then back up the underside of his stiff cock. He knew where his most sensitive spot was-the loose flesh just below the crown of his cock. Sharon knew too. She was flicking her tongue at it, fluttering it like a moth beating its wings against a light bulb.
"You'll make me come!" he cried.
"Yes." She took his cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the bloated head. Her cunt was only inches from his face. The scent was strange, not fishy like the guys said, but very exciting. He slipped his hands up over her hips and inhaled deeply. His entire body was on fire, muscles tensing, then relaxing and tensing again. He fucked his hard prick into her warm sucking mouth. His cum bubbled and boiled like lava in a volcano about to explode.
"I'm going to come!" he yelled. "I can't. . . " Warm wet cuntflesh smothered his last words, as rockets of sheer rapture exploded within him, and geysers of his semen burst in Sharon's sucking mouth.
"How was it Robby?" Sharon asked as she swung about to lie beside him.
"Gee! I never knew..." Robby shivered with delight at the recall of his climax. "That was out of sight, really." He leaned over to suck her tits, one after another. "I thought the guys were lying when they said girls did that to them. What did you do with my cum? I don't feel any."
"I swallowed it. I like it. It's good for a woman. Has lots of vitamins and stuff." She put her hands to his cheeks, raised his head, and tongued away the slick moisture from his lips. "How'd you like your first taste of pussy?"
He tongued around the inside of his mouth. A look of perplexity clouded his face. "It don't taste anything like the guys say, not fishy or anything. They say..."
"I know what the boys say Robby, but I also know what men say, grown-up men, men who know what pleases a woman. Every one of them loves to suck cunt." She held his face close and peered into his brown eyes. "You still want to fuck?" He nodded his head vigorously. "I didn't come when you did. You're two up on me Robby. You have to make me hot again. Want to?"
"I sure do. How?"
"I have a joy button just as sensitive as yours. Want to see it?" Again he nodded. "Kneel at the foot of the bed, and I'll scoot down so you can see it good. Okay?" She moved down until her ass rested on the edge of the bed. As Robby knelt before her, she raised her legs up in the air, and dropped her knees on the bed beside her breasts. Spreading the top of her cunt lips apart with her fingers, she pointed her index finger to her clitoris. "Kiss it! Suck it Robby! Make me come, then take a picture of it. I want you to have something to remember me by when I go back to school."
Robby leaned forward, touched his tongue to her clit, and recoiled at her instant violent reaction evidenced by the bucking of her ass. He tongued at it again with the same result. "Gee! Sharon! That's terrific!"
"Feels wonderful Robby! Suck it and I'll come quick. Then we'll fuck. You'll love that."
He drew her little miniprick into his mouth, tongued around the base of it and suckled it. He had to clutch her ass with both hands to keep contact with her clitoris as she screamed and yelled her delight while her hips swung and bounced. She came again and again and again until she seemed to collapse. Robby didn't care what the guys said about cunt-lapping. From now on, it would be his bag every chance he got. He tongued into her cunt, even into her ass-hole like she had done to him. He sucked the juices from the mouth of her pussy and lapped the slick discharge from her cunt lips. Getting to his feet, he lifted her limp body and placed it in the middle of the bed.
She spread her legs and arms in welcome. "Is it hard Robby?"
"Yes." He held his stiff prick in the fingers of his right hand. "I can't find the hole, darn it!"
"Let me have it Robby."
"Oooh!" From the depths of her cunt, his cock seemed to be sending him a message ... Oooh! It's so nice and warm and wet and deliciously close ... I'm enveloped by live pulsing tissues smooth and soft as corn silk, covering me with their weeping dew ... I feel fingers toying with my swollen head, milking me, clutching me at my roots. . .
"Robby! Robby! Slow down ... take it easy ... hold still a minute..."
He couldn't slow down. Every nerve in him was alive with currents of ecstatic delight. He was thrusting into her savagely, pounding her cunt with his throbbing cock, sensing the burning fuse flaming in his balls and about to ignite the stick of dynamite he held buried in her. "Oooh!" he yelled as the bomb burst, splashing his hot cum in her in explosions of utter joy.
Much much later, he was in her again, this time following her directions explicitly, slowing down and stopping all movement each time she pinched his ass, building again and again until both reached the ultimate peak.
Dressed at last, they stopped at the door for one final embrace. "You sure are a fast learner Robby. That last one was terrific."
Robby glanced at the two pictures he had taken of her cunt, one that showed nothing but her cunt and the other that revealed not only her cunt but her tits and her face as well. He shoved them in his back pocket and opened the door. "When do I see you again, Sharon?"
"Soon, I hope." She stepped outside and took his arm. "I'll bet we outlasted my dad and his two women." As they rounded the corner of the stable, she waved and called out, "Bruce!" She tugged at Robby's arm. "Come on and say hello to my dad."
Bruce waved to her from the kitchen door, then stood aside as two women came out. "Hi, Sharon. I see you met Robby."
"I bet those gals had as good a time as we did," Sharon whispered.
"Sharon, I want you to know our new neighbors. This is Robby's mother, Missus Sommers, and Kathy, his sister. This is my daughter, Sharon. I told you she was lovely, didn't I?"
Peggy nodded, her face flushed to a deep rose. "Hi, Sharon!" Kathy said. "Your dad's been telling us a lot about you."
"What have you two been up to?" Bruce asked. "Did you give Robby a ride on Ginny? Or you been taking pictures?"
"Robby just got here a little while ago," Sharon replied. "I showed him around. We took a few pictures. They didn't come out too good, so we threw them away."
"Nice seeing you again Mister Coleman. Be seeing you Sharon." Robby rushed off.
11
As Peggy and her daughter walked toward home, Kathy took her mother's arm. "Mom! Did you see what I saw?"
"You mean the black-haired girl in the film we saw when we entered Bruce's bedroom?"
"That was Sharon getting her pussy eaten by her own dad!"
"I knew that! He'd stick his tongue into a skunk's pussy if somebody'd hold its tail."
"It must be weird having your own father go down on you, huh?"
"As of right now, I couldn't care less. Did you see those white cards sticking out of Robby's back pocket?"
"No. What of it Mom?"
"Sharon has a Polaroid camera in her hand, and the two of them were coming from the shed in back of the stable. And Jesse's away all day today. And those cards in Robby's back pocket aren't postcards from your Aunt Emma!"
Kathy smothered a giggle with the back of her hand. "Little brother lost his cherry to an expert!" Peggy was grimly silent. "Say, Mom! You better fire that damned bitch, Olga."
Peggy stopped abruptly. "Did she..."
"Yes, Mom. The night you sneaked out of the house to go over to Bruce's place, she came into my room and crawled into my bed. She threatened to tell you about me and Bruce if I didn't let her..."
"That goddamned bitch!" Peggy's face was aflame. "What a fucking mess! Bruce and me, Bruce and you, then Bruce and the two of us, and Sharon and Robby! Now this fucking Lesbian! I should call the police to pick her up."
"Mom! Think of the scandal!"
"I am. That's why I'm going to send her packing within the hour."
Kathy gripped her mother's biceps as they approached the front of the house. "Just get rid of her. Everything else will be just fine. I don't think either of us care whether Bruce makes love to his own daughter-as long as he doesn't lock us out of that sex playground of his." Peggy paused with her foot on the top step of the porch, her face expressing her indecision. "And as for Robby ... Mom, he was bound to lose his cherry soon. If he's going to fuck, he might as well learn from an expert. You know how important that is."
"How well I know," Peggy said with a sigh. Her face brightened. "You're right Kathy. The only change around here will be in housekeepers. And I'm going to love telling her to get the hell out."
An hour after Peggy had sent Olga and her battered suitcases away in a taxi, Peggy lay dozing in her room. The telephone rang. She lifted the receiver.
"Peggy? How are you and the children?"
"Where are you calling from Robert?"
"New York. Look, I know this is going to rub you the wrong way..."
"Everything you do rubs me the wrong way. What is it this time?"
"First, can you meet me at the airport tonight? "I'm catching flight one-sixty-three on United. It's due at San Diego at eight-thirty. You could bring the children along."
"I'll be there ... not the children. It will be the first time in months we have a chance to talk. And second?
"You remember that multimillion-dollar real-estate deal I mentioned a month ago? Well, it's ' coming to a head. Tomorrow probably. Now for chrissakes, don't blow your top! Tom Wilson and Jim Carson are out in San Diego right now. They're from New York, filthy rich, and definitely interested. I just talked to them on the phone. They're headed home Monday morning, but they can meet me tomorrow evening."
"So, where do I fit in?"
"And I also talked to our neighbor, Bruce Coleman. He's very wealthy Peggy. I want to throw a cocktail party at home for them, and..."
"Shit! I can't handle it on such short notice, Robert."
"That's what I thought you'd say. I called Zelda. She's living in San Diego now. I told her to arrange everything, call a caterer and anything else needs doing."
"I fired the new housekeeper you hired through Zelda."
"What was the trouble?"
"She was a damned Lesbian."
"Christ! Well, hire a maid for the day. If you have any trouble, here's Zelda's phone number."
"Never mind. I'm not entirely stupid. I'll get somebody. See you at the airport. Good-bye." She hung up and cursed. Picking up the phone directory, she turned to the yellow pages. She had just located the listing for employment agencies when the phone rang. "Hello?"
"Peggy, this is Bruce. Has Robert phoned you yet?"
"I just talked to him. He wants to have a cocktail party here tomorrow evening."
"I know. He invited me. I called to ask if I might bring Sharon along."
"Fine!"
"Anything I can do to help?"
"Bruce, I fired the new housekeeper this afternoon. I'm desperate to find some woman who might help serve."
He chuckled. "I have the answer to that. Jesse is excellent at mixing drinks, serving, anything else you might want. He'll be dressed for the occasion. I bought him a white coat, black trousers, shoes, the works. He has handled these chores for me before. He'll be over an hour or so before the guests arrive. Anything else?"
"You're something else Bruce, really. Thanks." Cradling the receiver she glanced at the clock, surprised to learn it was already five minutes past five. She went down the hall to Kathy's room and found her sound asleep. Shaking her awake, she said, "I have to drive to the airport to meet your father tonight. I don't have too much time. While I bathe and dress, could you fix a light dinner?"
They finished dinner at a quarter to seven. Peggy cautioned them not to answer the door, or let anyone in. "I left his flight number and name of the airline on the pad beside my bed. Maybe you'd better call United around eight o'clock. Ask if his flight's on time." She kissed them both good-bye and left. Robby went to his room while Kathy washed up the dishes. Passing the open door of his room, Kathy went in.
"You going to watch TV tonight, Robby?"
Startled, he scooped up something from the top of his desk and hid it behind his back. "No. I'm going to bed early."
"Goodnight!"
" 'Night, Sis."
In her room, Kathy stripped. "Those were the pictures he and Sharon took today," she muttered. "I'd sure like to see them. I wonder if they're as good as mine?" Taking them from her dresser drawer, she studied each one, surprised that she felt excited looking at her own nakedness. Walking into the bathroom, she slipped on her robe, put the pictures in her pocket, and walked back to Robby's room. He was seated on the edge of his bed, dressed only in jockey shorts. Absorbed in studying the photo in his hand, he failed to hear her approach. "Is that one of the snapshots you and Sharon took today?"
He looked up, anger in his eyes. "Shit! You're supposed to knock." He stuffed the photo under his pillow. Kathy glanced down to see the bulge of his cock beneath the crotch of his shorts.
"I bet you two had a wonderful time in the shed most of the day." She waited for the blush to spread across his cheeks, then said, "It was good, wasn't it Robby? Was there a bed, or did you have to..."
"Of course there's a bed. That's where Jesse sleeps."
"That was good. I'd think it would be uncomfortable fucking in a pile of hay."
His eyes widened as he looked at her. "How was it in Mister Coleman's bedroom. And what were you and Mom doing with him most of the day?"
She grinned. "Probably the same thing you and Sharon were doing. Let me see the picture Robby. I won't tell a soul, I promise."
He closed his eyes for a moment, lost in recall of some delightful experience. He opened his eyes and shook his head. "Gee! Sis, it was wonderful! You have no idea!"
"Maybe I have. Try me." Kathy could feel the flush of forbidden excitement as she stared at her brother's hard cock struggling against the constriction of his crotch.
"I gotta talk to somebody about this. You won't tell?'" She shook her head. "I fucked Sharon today."
Kathy's breasts tingled. "I'm no virgin either Robby, and don't you tell that to anyone, promise?" She held out her hand. "Let me see it." He reached under the pillow and handed it to her. Kathy gasped as she looked at it-the color close-up of Sharon's cunt. "Oooh! Robby! This is exciting!"
"And she showed me where her clitoris is. Gee, Sis! You should have seen her ass buck when I touched it!"
"Clitoris?" Kathy cocked her head and raised her brows, simulating puzzlement. "What's that?"
"You don't know?" Kathy shook her head. "Gee! You better find out where yours is." His eyes glittered as he looked up at her. "Want me to show you? I'll just touch it with my finger. Honest."
Kathy was silent for a few moments, staring into his soft brown eyes. I never thought of my brother having a cock! Her eyes shifted to his bulging crotch. She thought of the TV film showing Bruce sucking Sharon's cunt. And he's her father, she thought. She opened her robe. "Show me where my clitoris is, Robby. Remember, just touch it."
Robby's tongue slid over his lips as he stared at Kathy's pubic hair. He wet his middle finger with his tongue. "It's right here." His finger parted her cunt lips, moved up and down in her sopping slit, then touched her clitoris.
"Oooh!" Kathy gasped, moving back a step.
"I told you!" Robby cried. "It gets to you, doesn't it Sis?"
"Mmmmm! Yes." She glanced at the photo in her hand, and reached into her pocket. "I have..."
"Have what Sis?"
Taking her empty hand from her pocket, Kathy giggled. "I have the urge to see what I look like down there. I..."
Robby jumped up. "There's film in our Polaroid," he said hoarsely. "Want me to get it Sis?"
"Why not?" While he was gone, Kathy pulled the covers to the foot of the bed. When he returned, camera in hand, she asked, "How do I do this, Robby?"
"Take your robe off Sis, and lie down at the foot of the bed with your legs hanging over."
"You'll just take the picture ... you won't ... do anything else, Robby?"
"You know me. Of course not."
Kathy slipped off her robe, put a pillow at the foot of the bed and sat down on it. "I thought you could take a better shot of my pussy," she said. "Now what?"
"Lie back, raise your legs and drop them back on the sheet."
"Like this?"
"Perfect." Robby squatted at the foot of the bed, putting the viewfinder to his right eye. "Gee, Sis! It's beautiful! Your cunt looks just like Sharon's."
"Remember Robby, just a picture of my cunt. Don't show my face."
"Right!" The flashbulb exploded. "Hold it, Sis," he said, handing her the camera. "Check the picture. I may have to take another one."
"Okay!" Kathy set the camera beside her, watching eagerly as Robby's flushed face appeared between her thighs, his eyes fastened on her pussy.
She could feel his hot breath on her cunt, then his tongue touching her cunt lips. Her hips jounced as his tongue parted the top of her slit and slithered under her clit. "You promised Robby," she whispered. "Oooh! That feels good!" Tingles of excitement raced up her spine while warmth flooded from her loins down into her legs and up into her belly and breasts. The buzzer sounded. She ignored it.
"Take out the picture Kathy, and check it. I'll just. . . "
Kathy picked up the camera, took out the snapshot, and tore off the negative. She glanced at it for a moment, and cast it aside. Robby's tongue licked her cunt with an expertise that astonished and delighted her. His hard tongue swept upward with its full breadth, onto and around her clitoris with its titillating tip, and back down to plunge into her vagina. Her cunt flamed with delight. Her belly and breasts tingled with maddening pleasure. "Oooh! Robby! Oooh! You're marvelous!" She put her hands down to caress his head and cheeks. She twined her fingers in his hair as his tongue circled her twitching ass-hole. She relaxed. His tongue jabbed into her ass-hole. "Oooh! Robby! I like that! Mmmmmm! I love it!" Her ass bucked and swung like a leaf in a strong breeze. His fingers parted her cunt lips as he put his lips to her pussy, sucking noisily. "Oooh! Robby! I'm close! Love it love it love it!" Fires of lust flamed in her, sweeping through her breasts, her belly, her loins, as Robby suckled her clitoris. "I'm commiinnng! Oooh! Robby! Oooh! Darling!"
Her legs flailed and her ass bucked and rotated as the flames of ecstasy consumed her. She lapsed into blissful semiconsciousness for what seemed like a few moments, but was roused to full awareness by his tongue and lips on her throbbing clitoris. Lustful delight was building rapidly again in her as he sucked her cunt. "Robby, Darling! You're making me come again!" she cried. "Oooh! Lover lover lover lover!" within moments, she was into another orgasm, screaming her joy. Again and again and again she peaked to rapture while he continued to suck and tongue her pussy. At last, weary and exhausted, she moaned, "Robby! Please! Let me rest awhile!"
"As soon as I drink all your juices Kathy."
They lay belly to belly. Robby sucked her nipples, then raised his lips to hers. For the first time, they kissed in anything but a sibling relationship, their tongues dueling. Kathy licked her slick juice from his lips and chin. "You learned all that in one day?" she asked. He nodded. "Sharon should write a book on the art of sucking cunt. You're marvelous Robby, absolutely out of sight!" She reached down to fondle his cock. "You came?"
"Yes. I caught it in my shorts."
"Remind me to wash them out so Mom doesn't see it. Now lover, lie quiet and I'll make it hard for you."
She had him moaning with pleasure as she sucked his small hard nipples, tongued his chest and belly, and nosed into his pubic hair. Pulling his thighs apart, Kathy settled between his legs. She lapped the clear liquid from the tip of his cock, and kissed it. "Raise your legs Robby."
"Are you going to suck me off, Kathy?"
"Why not? I love to suck cock as much as you like eating cunt."
"Then can we fuck?"
"If we have time. I'd like nothing better."
As he raised his legs back over his chest and bared his asscrack, Kathy kissed his balls, tongued in the tender flesh on the inside of his thighs, inhaled his erotic odor and kissed and tongued down to his small tight ass-hole. Then she tongued into his ass-hole.
"Isn't that weird?" Robby asked, "getting tongued in your ass-hole?"
"Hmmm!" Kathy tongued back to the base of his cock, feeling it begin to swell. She engulfed his semi-hard prick, savoring the taste of it. She had to back off as his crown swelled and his shaft thickened. "You have a big thick cock, Robby. The kind women love."
"That's whet Sharon said."
"Hmmm!" Unable to speak with tasty cock filling her mouth, Kathy sucked lovingly. This is weird, she thought, like taking your own flesh in your mouth. Despite her care not to bring him to climax too soon, she noted his ass begin to buck and rotate at a quicker pace. Wetting her middle finger, she put it up his ass, then sucked deeply.
"I'm close Kathy. So ... close!" His ass jerked. He froze for a moment, then cried, "Take it! Here it comes! Suck it! Oooh! Kathy!"
Her finger sensed the first surge of his cum as she sucked on the throbbing crown of his cock deep in her mouth. Then she tasted the jet of his warm semen bursting against her palate. She continued to suck his shrinking cock until she had all of it in her mouth.
"Did you swallow it Kathy?"
She nodded her head as she fondled the soft flesh with her tongue. The telephone rang. "I'll answer it Robby." She went to the phone in her mother's room and lifted the receiver.
"Kathy?"
"Yes, Mom. Something wrong?"
"Your father's plane is late-two hours late."
"You coming home, then go back?"
"It's raining like crazy here at the airport. Is everything all right at home?"
Kathy tongued a string of cum from the inside of her cheek and swallowed it. "Everything's fine here Mom. Robby's sound asleep." She chuckled. "He must have had a hard day. I was just going to bed. What time is it?"
"Eight-fifteen."
"What time do you expect to get home Mom."
"Not before eleven. You're sure you'll be all right?"
"Just fine Mom. Don't worry about a thing. I'll be asleep when you get home. Say hello to Dad. Goodnight Mom." She hung up and returned to Robby's room, a glow of delight in her eyes. "That was Mom. Dad's plane is two hours late. They won't be home till eleven o'clock."
"What time is it now?"
"Eight-fifteen Robby."
"We got plenty of time to fuck."
She crawled into bed with him. "Two or three times, if you're up to it, lover."
"A session of sixty-nine should do it. Swing your ass around and let's get at it."
12
The cocktail party started propitiously enough. Zelda arrived at three o'clock, a few minutes after the catering service had delivered the food. To her surprise, Peggy found the black girl charming and gracious. Of course, Peggy realized she no longer vied for her husband's affections. Zelda, or anyone else, was welcome to him. The two women worked together setting out the appetizers and other food on the dining room table. With Jesse's arrival half an hour later, however, things took a turn for the worse. Peggy regarded the black boy as her private property, and resented his obvious admiration for Zelda. Zelda's short yellow mini clung tightly to her curvy body, revealing her shapely thighs and the deep cleft of her firm, braless breasts.
Jesse, looking like an urbane gentleman in his white coat, shirt and black bow tie, set up the portable bar in a corner of the dining room. Robert hadn't had a drink all day, but was Jesse's first customer with an order for a double Scotch and soda. Kathy and Robby remained in their rooms. By the time Bruce arrived with Sharon on his arm, Robert was half-soused, and greeted Bruce with aggressive enthusiasm. Peggy sensed that Bruce was offended. He moved away to join Peggy and Zelda, while Sharon joined Kathy in her room. Introducing Zelda to Bruce, Peggy could almost feel the magnetism flow between them. From then on, the party seemed to go to hell completely as far as Peggy was concerned.
Tom Wilson and Jim Carson arrived some fifteen minutes later. Robert introduced them around. Peggy was impressed by Wilson, a tall, well-built man with an engaging smile and a touch of gray at the temples of his black hair. Carson was a short man, a bit on the pudgy side, balding, but extremely personable.
"Gentlemen," Robert said, "suppose we take our drinks into my study. The ladies will excuse us for half an hour or so, I'm sure."
Whatever advantage Robert had sought in bringing these men together seemed to be going down the drain, Peggy thought. She heard angry voices each time Jesse opened the door of the study to bring fresh drinks. Meanwhile, Kathy, Sharon and Robby circled the dining room table, sampling the food and drinking Cokes.
Zelda approached Peggy. "I don't think things are going too well in there. Won't you join me in a drink, Missus Sommers?"
"We might as well. From the number of times Jesse has gone in there with trays of drinks, I'd guess none of the men are going to come out of there sober."
"What's your pleasure ladies?" Jesse asked.
"Bourbon and water please," Zelda replied.
"Make mine the same Jesse, please." Peggy seldom drank, and the drink Jesse handed her was loaded with bourbon. As they sipped their drinks, the door of the study opened.
"Count me out of it," Bruce said, his face cold and serious. Tom Wilson and Jim Carson followed him, their faces grim.
"Think about it for a few days Bruce," Wilson said. "We'll call you from New York, say, next Thursday."
Robert stepped into the living room with an unsteady gait. "Let's have some dance music. Liven up this damn party."
"Christ!" Zelda muttered to Peggy, "what a time for him to get plastered."
"He's good at that," Peggy replied, finishing her drink. She walked over to the stereo, checked the records on the turntable, then switched on the set. Music filled the room with a slow, haunting fox trot. Bruce approached Zelda, took the glass from her hand to set it on the table and took her in his arms. "Damn you, Bruce!" she said to herself. She knew Robert would be drunk and in bed for the night within the hour. She had hoped to spend the night with her lover. I might sleep with Jesse tonight, she thought.
"May I have this dance, Missus Sommers?"
Peggy turned to see the short pudgy Carson standing beside her. She turned into his arms, regretting that he was not the taller of the two. Peggy was paying little attention to her dancing. She saw Bruce in the corner, holding Zelda close. Her eyes were closed, her cheek pressed against his chest, and when they turned, Peggy noticed he raised his hand quickly from her buttocks to put it on the small of her back. Tom Wilson danced with Kathy in his arms, obviously having difficulty adjusting his long strides to Kathy's inept dance steps. Peggy glanced at the bar. Robert was drinking heavily. Sharon and Robby were nowhere in sight. She stepped on Carson's toes. "I'm sorry, Jim. I was watching Robert at the bar."
"I've been watching him too Peggy. I've seen him before like this. He'll pass out all of a sudden. I give him another ten minutes at the most. We'll have to carry him to bed." He pulled her close to him as he turned slowly. A thrill went up her spine as she felt the huge bulge of his soft cock press against her thigh. Migod! He's got a real horse cock! she thought, staying close to him, hoping he would repeat his maneuver.
"He's drunk," Jim Carson said. "Give me a hand with him Tom. Where's his bedroom Peggy?"
"Follow me." Peggy glanced around the room. Bruce and Zelda had disappeared. "In here."
"We'd better undress him," Jim said as they laid him on the bed. "He's out for the night."
"I'll get his pajamas," Peggy said.
"Let him sleep in the raw Peggy. It won't be the first time." Tom leaned over to remove his shoes while Jim worked his arms out of his jacket, pulled it out from under him, and handed the coat to Peggy. She returned from the dressing room. Tom tugged Robert's slacks off and handed them to Peggy. "I'll leave you gentlemen, if you don't mind."
"We'll be out in a minute. Have Jesse make us two drinks, bourbon and water for me, and you join us with whatever."
"Coming up!" Peggy left the room. Jesse was not behind the bar. Kathy was nowhere in sight. She opened the kitchen door and called, "Jesse!"
"Yes ma'am!" He stepped out of the shadows. Kathy was beside him.
"Mom! The moon's beautiful on the Pacific. You can see the streak of silver..."
"I'll bet! Jesse, would you make two ... no, make it three bourbons and water."
As Jesse poured the drinks, he asked, "Will you need me any more tonight? The party seems to have busted up."
"No. You run along Jesse." Peggy noted his eyes shift to the kitchen, and the slight nod of his head.
Tom and Jim came through the kitchen. Jesse set their drinks before them on the bar. "Goodnight, Miz Sommers. I better drop by in the morning and help clean up this mess."
"No thanks Jesse. You've been wonderful. We'll manage. Thanks again," she said as he opened the kitchen door. Peggy heard the front door click softly.
"Here's to what's left of our party," Tom said, raising his glass. They clinked glasses.
"Here's to fun. There's nothing like fun." Jim responded.
Peggy sipped at her drink. "I don't know whether I should drink this. I've already had a double. Excuse me, please, I'll be right back." She walked through the kitchen and into the hallway. Robby's door was closed. She opened it quietly. Robby lay on his back, Sharon on top of him, sucking away at each other like pups at their mother's teats. Neither heard her. She closed the door very quietly. She glanced into Kathy's empty room. Through the open window on the east wall, she heard quiet laughter coming from the other side of the hedge. "Kathy, baby! We'll have a ball!"
Everybody in this fucking house is fucking tonight, she thought, everybody but me and that drunken bastard in bed.
"Better drink up Peggy," Tom said. "Jim and I are leaving in a few minutes."
"Please don't go ... not yet." Peggy gulped down the rest of her drink, then wiped her hand across her lips. "Robby's sound asleep, and Kathy's gone home with Sharon to spend the night. I hate to be alone. Besides Tom, I haven't danced with you yet."
"Right!" he replied, taking her into his arms. She snuggled close to him as the slow tempo of another old tune set the pace for them. In less than a minute, Peggy felt Tom's cock begin to harden against her thigh. He turned her slowly, forcing his leg between her thighs. His hand moved lower on her back until his fingers touched the top of her buttocks. She pressed her pussy against him and whispered, "I love dancing with you Tom." He pressured her back, then moved his hand down to her ass. He had a hard-on now. She could feel its entire length stiff against her thigh.
"Hell!" Jim exclaimed, "I'm out in the cold. Mind if I tack on like a caboose?"
"Be my guest," Tom replied.
Peggy felt Jim's massive cock between her ass-cheeks, and welcomed it with twitching buttocks. "I feel good ... real good! Two men all to myself."
"Can you take care of two men Peggy?" Tom asked.
"Try me and see," Peggy said. On the way to Kathy's bedroom, she thought, I can take Tom's long slender cock up my ass-after I've sucked him off. As for Jim, I think I'm going to be fucked by Nero, the stallion. "This is Kathy's room gentlemen." She closed the door. "Let's all make ourselves at home."
"I have something that would like to feel at home tonight." Jim unzipped his slacks and pulled out the thickest, longest, hardest cock Peggy had ever seen.
