When a comparatively young woman is widowed, there is usually a period of grief and anxiety which tends to numb sexual cravings. The only cure is time. When enough time has passed, what is in store for this woman?
The avenues open to her are: tarnishing her character by becoming totally loose and open, wanton game for any man; or she could choose celibacy, a spinster's life of unused sensuality.
Mary Eaton, the heroine of this novel, chose not to take either of these routes. But rather, a third, more daring way of sexual fulfillment.
Strictly by coincidence, or providence which ever you believe, Mary discovered the youthful exuberance and virility of teenage boys. They needed her as much as she needed them.
We must look at Mary's problem and solution with more humane eyes, than our outdated morals have dictated. The frustrated sexual problems of adolescent boys and the loneliness of a mature yet young widow, may well be determined on grounds quite similar to Mary Eaton and her young lovers.
Statistically, many of our rapes and molestations are perpetrated by frustrated boys between fourteen and sixteen. That juvenile delinquency is generally caused by sexually frustrated teenagers looking for an outlet, we may well understand why Mary Eaton's decision not only answered her own insistent problems, but also furnished a release for several young men, not all of them teenagers.
Carolyn Hunt not only has a way of leaving a story in an upbeat note, but her story line also carries a promise that what happened will happen again. And that the heroines who have suffered the pangs of sexual starvation; have, at last, found the richness of a permanent supply.
After all, when one group graduates High School, there is always a junior class coming on.
It is truly a prospect of Eden for Mary Eaton, the fictional character, and for all the real-life Mary Eatons who may follow her example.
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CHAPTER ONE
Mary Eaton, her flushed face reflecting the heat in her cunt, forced herself to concentrate on what she was doing. It wasn't her easiest chore, this matter of taking inventory of supplies for the cafeteria. And today had been terrible, with her memories of her lost, beloved husband to torment her.
She had never realized how much she would miss him. Her grief had numbed her for almost a year, so that she had had only an occasional twinge of burning sexuality. But Gerald had been gone a year, now, and she had become a human being again. A warm, eager, ready woman, with nothing to be eager for.
Kind, quiet, passionate Gerald! How well he had satisfied her! Seemingly a shy and conventional man, he had been an all-out adventurer where sex was concerned. Her pussy quivered in painful ecstasy as she recalled how he had loved to lick and suck in each blood warmed crevice of her cunt. And his big, hard prick had so comfortably filled her, stuffed her, really, as he bored in like some powerful, wild animal!
She resolutely turned to her job, checking each can of fruit or baked beans or spinach. It was her only escape from the pangs of lust. Unless she cravenly gave in, and allowed herself the somewhat shamefaced release of masturbation. Which, while it left her only partly satisfied, at least it gave her some relief. At least, it was better than carrying what resembled a time bomb around in her smooth, warm belly.
She shivered, thinking of how good it felt to her cunt when she would first stroke gently around her clit, then drive two clever fingers into the slick, dark tightness of her vagina. Her cervix was close to her cuntal entry, and her hard caresses on the mouth of her womb were deeply, painfully wonderful to her. But now, she must wait until she was home, no matter how her pussy ached for help and release.
She was concentrating on the exact number of cases of candy bars when she heard the door of the big dining area open and close, and heard excited, boyish voices. It was nothing kids between classes, even on their way to a class, late, would drop into the big room to put their fifteen cents into the coke machine, or into a mechanical vendor of other junk foods.
But they were boys, and boys interested her more than girls.
Often, when some of the help called in sick, Mary, the dietician, cheerfully filled in at the service counter, dishing up baked hash and scalloped potatoes and other goodies she had planned and supervised. And always, the nearness and presence of all young, bursting male life had helped make this terrible year more bearable.
They were so alive! She saw, in her mind's eye, those hidden, secret cocks, trying to guess at their size, knowing that many of these kids were virgins, dying for cunt but inept or afraid to try for a blast of pussy from one of the girls. And sometimes, thinking of this waste of marvelous fuck-power, during this hungry year, she would almost cry.
She had heard it all her life: "Men think about only one thing." Perhaps it was because of the dreadful years of bursting puberty and frustrated adolescence, when their young balls ached and throbbed with the foaming seed swelling in them and no outlet except jerking off. And, as surely as she was conscious of those peters hanging, useless, in the boys' jeans, they must be aware of all the soft, warm, juicy cunt all around them, their visions heightened by the sight of so many bouncing, jiggling, nubile breasts.
Oh, yes, Mary Eaton noticed the boys.
The young voices came to her clearly.
"I'd rather see her cunt than any of these young kids. Big Mama is just the greatest."
She peeped through a crack between the pantry door and its frame. It was Harold Horton, an eighth grader. Tall, clean limbed, blessed with coltish grace, curly hair, and blue eyes.
The other kid was Brock Hensley, a compact, broad shouldered kid, boldly handsome, always teasing the girl's in the cafeteria line.
"You'd fall in, if you stuck it in Big Mama," he teased his pal. "She's too big for a little kid like you!"
"That would be okay," Harold answered laughingly. "To be up inside her cunt would suit me just fine. I could lick all of it. But you're crazy, anyhow. Some grown up women have cunts as tight as young girls. Johnny Buff told me that."
"Oh, wow!" groaned Brock. "All those tits, all that ass, and a tight pussy, too. Hey, listen, can you believe those guys when they talk about eating pussy?"
Mary was standing with her legs wide apart, her heart and pulses pounding. She was almost dazed by the pictures of sex which these two beautiful kids dr-edged up from her consciousness with their talk. She could feel her inner cunt lips swell, could feel them pushing open the hairy outer lips. She had unconsciously laid down her clipboard, and was lifting the front of her dress. She licked her dry lips.
"Course I do," the other boy answered stoutly. "Heck, I'd want a girl to lick my dick. If I ever got any. So she'd have a right to expect me to suck her, too."
Mary was holding her dress up with her left forearm. With her left hand, she was holding the thick lips of her cunt open. And her right hand was sliding down her bare belly. She drew in a deep, shuddering breath, anticipating the delightful sensation as she rubbed so gently around her throbbing clit.
"And besides," Harold said in a clear voice, "I'll bet that old Big Mama's cunt would taste better than that food she dished up today."
Mary's breath almost stopped. Big Mama meant-no it couldn't be. Herself? Was she "Big Mama"? Her fingers met the quivering cunt flesh on each side of her tumescent clitoris, which was now as hard as a boy's cock, and even more hungry. Her mouth was open and her eyes seemed glazed as passion flamed in her body.
Dimly, she heard the other boy laugh and agree.
"I guess if a guy was going to suck a cunt, he couldn't go wrong sucking out Big Mama! Wow! Hey, what's that noise?"
Mary knew what the noise was. She was cumming, cumming like a runaway train, and her gasps and groans were only too audible. But she could not stop. Not even if she wanted to more than anything else in this world. And she didn't want to.
The sweet, consuming wave of lust was centered in her crotch, under her hand, and from that sweet source, tongues of flame were shooting out in all directions.
Vaguely, she was aware of two boys with two scared but eager faces, watching her fingers slip in and out of-her pussy as her gigantic cum shook her so hard that she collapsed against a pile of cases of food. But she continued to finger-fuck herself, letting the big cum rise and explode in her, her glazed eyes seeing the boys as they fled. But she didn't care.
When the blast of sex fire had cooled slightly, Mary got awkwardly to her feet. She remembered everything through a fog of semi-satisfied passion. Those two sweet boys, with their frightened young faces, and with those surprisingly big hard-ons making their slacks stand out.
In her excited state, with the hard pleasure of a big cum still making her legs weak, she tried not to give in to shame or remorse. After all, it was their fault, wasn't it? Maybe not to others, but to her.
"Well, it was their fault," she said aloud, letting her dress fall back into place, smoothing it over her softly rounded stomach. "Oh, God!" she murmured. "Let it be their fault!"
After all, it was human and natural to need sex. Wasn't it? Gerald had always told her that. Even when he had her in the hardest positions, even when his "experiments" seemed actually ludicrous or shameful, Gerald had made things right for her.
Like when he had her put one foot up on a chair, her back to him, and he fucked into her from behind, supporting her by a tight, manly hold on her breasts.
"Because this way, I can see it go in, see your beautiful pussy. Oh, my sweet darling, this feels so good! And my peter is just banging up a hot-cha tune on your womb!"
Gerald! Dear, uninhibited Gerald!
Well, she had a lot to remember. Maybe a lot to be sorry for. Maybe she should have saved it for her husband. But she was so hot when she was a girl. So hot and so vulnerable. And she had loved the man who stayed at their house for that long, hot summer when her young breasts were fairly bursting out of her girlish middy blouses, and dark hair was sprouting out all over her fat, soft, riply female cunt lips.
She shuddered with a new rush of heat, remembering that man who had been first with her. "When I ought to be remembering no one but my Gerald," she whispered, blushing.
Her full fashioned body was bathed all over in a light perspiration, and she remembered how Gerald had loved her sweat, how he loved to hold up one of her big breasts and lick the underside of it when their fucking had raised a sweat. And how he had rooted in the curly dark hair under her arms, tickling her until she almost wet her pants.
"Except that I wouldn't have any pants on, those times," she giggled, most of her shame being washed away in this flood of raunchy reminiscence. "Gerald used to say the good Lord wouldn't have made sex so much fun if he was against it," she whispered to herself.
She picked up her clipboard and tried to make herself concentrate on the columns of numbers and items and prices.
Her cunt was still tingling with good feeling, and she rid herself of any vestige of shame by recalling what Gerald-or was it that first man?-had said: "If it feels good, and doesn't hurt another living soul, it can't possibly be a sin."
Her breasts were swollen against the fabric of her dress. Her cunt lips were swollen, too, so filled with rich red blood that the simple chore of walking made them rub together.
"I could cum just by pressing my thighs together," she whispered. "Oh, Gerald, thank you for all you did to free me of my old ideas!"
All of this day-or maybe the idea had come to her a week ago-she had felt that she must have a cock to hold and aim at her red veined, hungry cunt. "Because I can't go hungry all my life," she had told herself. "Gerald wouldn't want me to". She had looked at his picture on her dresser. "I know you wouldn't, darling," she had whispered. "You know how I loved it!"
CHAPTER TWO
It was a long afternoon for Brock Hensley and Harold Horton.
They were "nice boys," which meant that they were polite, never talked back to grown ups, never defied authority.
And now, they had done the ultimate error or sin-they had used the very foulest of language in the presence of an official of the school. And worse yet, they had intruded on her when she was bare-assed, her fingers out of sight in her cunt. Seen her masturbating, to be open and shut about it. How about that?
It never occurred to them that they were in the driver's seat, that what they had seen was a very large black mark against the dietician. No, they were members of that misunderstood, mistreated minority, those teenagers who have no vote nor voice in their lives or destinies. They were at fault for having seen "Miss Mary", as the woman was called, in an act not generally performed before an audience.
"We've got to do something," Brock said tensely. "All Miss Mary has to do is blow the whistle on us, and we're dead."
"Yeah, sure, Brock. But what do we do?" He shook his head. "I'm scared to death to go near her. Aren't you?"
"Sure," Brock answered. "What do you think I am, a dummy? But I'm scareder not to! I think we just have to go wait for her to come home and give her the damnedest apology we can dream up. And we'd better get our asses over there right now, before Miss Mary recovers and starts talking."
They didn't sit down on the dietician's old fashioned front porch. They were too nervous. They stayed with their bikes, poised as if ready to flee at any moment.
And Mary Eaton, seeing them and their woebegone faces, went soft and maternal inside.
"They're only babies," she reminded herself as she drove her small car into her driveway. Her heart leaped. They were babies, maybe, but babies with big, hard pricks. She knew that much about fourteen year old boys, that some of them were hung like men. And seeing how uncomfortable they looked, the germ of a new idea suddenly awakened and grew inside her. She was deathly afraid of men, of a liaison with a contemporary, but she knew that these "nice boys," brought up to cater to their elders, would be easy to handle.
She went to the front of her house with a straight face, although her heart was slamming against her ribs in her excitement.
"Brock," she said. "Harold. Why have you come here?"
She had not intended to sound like the voice of doom, but she could fairly see these healthy, well developed kids shrink at the implied accusation in her words.
"Please, please, Miss Mary," begged Harold, "we just came to say we're sorry. Aren't we, Brock? I mean didn't we?"
"Yeah! Oh, sure, to apologize to you for what we did, Miss Mary!" Oh God, the kid prayed, don't let her have heard what we were saying about her!
The voluptuous widow found it difficult to look severe, and her warmly maternal heart yearned to hug each of them to her big, heavy breasts. But she kept her grave look with an effort.
"Come in," she said coolly, "we can talk about it."
In the living room, she waved a hand around.
"Sit down," she said, somewhat more cordially. "I'll call you when I'm ready to talk to you."
She went into her bedroom, barely able to control her breathing, and quickly shed her clothes. She considered a nightie for this confrontation, but shook her head. "Might as well give them the full treatment all at once," she murmured.
When she called out: "You boys can come in, now," in a shaky voice, the two went in. And almost fainted.
But Miss Mary started talking.
"You boys wanted to look at me," she said sternly. "Now, I'm giving you a chance to look, all you want to."
"Honest, Miss Mary," the Horton boy babbled, his face crimson, "we didn't know who it was. We just heard a noise, and we came over and looked in. Honest!"
Mary made her voice soothing and kind. It was a good idea to have these lovely boys under her control, but folly to have them too frightened to function as males should.
"Just get your clothes off, Harold. And you, too, Brock. If you're big enough to appreciate looking at a lady's private parts, you ought to be big enough for me to have something to look at, too. Come on, there, Harold! Reach for your zipper. See, Brock's already half way naked."
Some warmth of hidden kindness, some unspoken promise of a conspiratorial agreement, satisfied the shy Horton kid. He still dared not look the voluptuous woman in the eye, and he only had the beauty of her naked body in his peripheral vision. But he hastily untied his sneakers, pulled off his jeans and shorts, and snatched his shirt off over his head.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh!" the widow said in a long sigh of pleasure. "Bless you both. You do have something nice to look at! Well, come on, you ninnies," she cried in good natured exasperation. "You nearly dropped your eyes out when you saw me at school. Get up on the bed. Which one of you said he was dying to fuck 'Big Mama?' Let me see those lovely pricks. Come on! Last one on the bed is an egg-sucking dog! Ahhh, that's more like it! Mmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!"
Brock was by her side, Harold further down, and she could see and almost feel the heat from the two hard pricks, which had risen, out of control, as soon as they had seen Miss Mary's warm, beautiful body, her big, dark-nippled tits, the bush of cunt hair so dark it looked inky black.
She reached down and took hold of Harold's hard young cock, squeezing it gently in her warm hand.
"Aaaaahhh," she breathed, "does that feel good, Harold? To have Big Mama pull on your lovely dickie? Look at my cunt, Harold. Is that what interested you so, a little while ago?"
Red-faced, the boy nodded and muttered: "Yes, it is!" And this time, he really looked, and his interest even emboldened him to touch it, to feel the marvelous, softly springy texture of the thick lips, the crispness of cunt hair. He could smell it, too, the wonderful, indescribable scent of a warm pussy, opened by heat and the woman's wanton position, with her beautifully sculptured thighs wide apart. There was a gap between the hairy cushions of tissue, and the red slash of inner cunt lips, their veins gorged with hot blood.
"Put your fingers in it, baby," the widow said softly. "Go on, darling, it won't bite you!"
The ridiculous notion of a cunt biting him relaxed the boy, and he giggled, and this time, he lay on his side, his head pillowed on the soft warmth of one of those lovely thighs, and boldly poked one finger into the steaming, streaming depths of Mary's quivering pussy.
It was so wonderfully warm, so slick with cunt juice, that he was startled, and then the thought came to him that this was planned by God, to make a woman's cunt feel good to a man's cock. He stirred in the slickness, and was rewarded when the widow heaved and raised her ass, and he felt muscles tugging at his finger.
He looked up at Brock, and found the other boy staring at him and the cunt in rapt attention, and he giggled again.
"You oughta feel it, Brocky," he said in a hoarse voice. "It's the slickest, warmest place I ever felt. Ooooh, Miss Mary, can I put two fingers in?"
She humped up at him, her face in a warm smile. "Haven't you got something else you'd rather put in there?" she asked. "That thing sticking out from between your legs, for example. Come on, honey, I'm not mad at you and Brock, and never was. I just wanted you not to, uh, do any talking about what happened this afternoon. Get on your knees between my legs, and I'll show you how to put it in my pussy." She glanced up at the other boy's taut, strained face and said: "Don't worry, Brock. I promise, I'll take care of you at the same time." And she patted his rigid prick, so near her face.
She helped Harold get into position, and took hold of his cock, pulling it gently toward her opened cunt. As he leaned forward, the bulbous red knob went into her with a searing rush, giving the red hot pussy a shock of pure delight.
Her nerve-raw vagina sucked in the boy's beautiful cock and felt the joy of stretching, the hot wash of new blood as it pumped into the tenderness around her clit and womb. Mary felt a wave of orgasm rise, let it fill her cunt almost to bursting, then hugged the boy's naked body against her own.
"Brock," she gasped, turning her head, "give me your cock, let me suck it! Quick! I'm beginning to CUM!"
The boy, his knees spread wide, shoved his hard pecker into the redness of her wet mouth, feeling her lips close on it, her tongue stroke it in a voluptuous caress.
Instinctively, he did the right thing-fucked right into it as if he were fucking a cunt, ramming it down her throat so that her muscles ached to swallow it and hold it.
And now, the cock hungry widow had them at both ends, one slashing in and out of her joyous cunt, the other filling her mouth with the raunchy 'taste of boy's unwashed foreskin, sweated to a ripe, rich flavor.
She could not control what she did, she pumped her cunt up at Harold like a trip hammer, and every time her ass came down, she milked the hard penis between the upper and lower rims of her cuntal orifice.
His hands were at work, too, on her big, swollen titties, and she was groaning with the blast of her orgasm even as she put all her mind and heart and body into fucking Harold and sucking Brock.
When Harold gasped: "I'M CUMMING!" and tried to pull back, Mary locked her legs around him, her heels against his narrow ass, and held him in while her body responded to the boyish generosity of his sperm, which flooded her cunt.
At the same time, there was a yell from Brock, "I'M CUMMING, TOO! OHHHHH! OH, MISS MARY, THAT'S GOOD! SO GOOD!"
They all collapsed in a welter of smooth, warmly sweated flesh, arms and legs mingled, and the widow hanging on to Brock's spouting cock, getting each jet of his rich seed in her throat. Somehow, Harold's prick stayed buried in her, and he had his hands once again on her gorgeous breasts, squeezing them so hard it shot rays of fire into her cuntal area.
When they could all breathe again, and the gracious woman had swallowed every drop of the protein-rich wholesomeness of Brock's jism, she held them both in her arms, one at each side.
"You see, boys, you've had your wish-you wanted to fuck Big Mama, and you did." She turned her head to kiss Brock on his cheek. "Of course, Brock fucked me in the head, but at least he wasn't turned away. And Harold, darling," she whispered, turning to the other boy, "You did it to me so good! I just wish something, though, that's all!"
Both kids sat up, their faces solemn.
"We'll do it if we can," Harold promised, and Brock put in: "Just tell us what you wish, Miss Mary!"
She put her fingers on his lips. "You don't need to call me Miss Mary, except in public, like at school. Call me," and her eyes lighted up, "Big Mama. Or just mama. Oh, how marvelous! To have you two big, lovely boys fuck me, and call me Big Mama!"
She took Harold's face in her hands. "Maybe you won't want to do this," she said. "But you mentioned-back there at school today-well, one of you said he wished he was inside my cunt, that he would lick it all over. If you meant it, I wish one of you would suck all that lovely jism out of my pussy, and then feed it back to me. I just love jism," she said simply and sweetly. "And it's been so long since I had any until just now."
Both boys cried: "Let me do it!" but Miss Mary, kissing Brock tenderly, said: "Thank you, Brocky, but since it's Harold's cum, maybe it would be nicer if he sucked it out. Then I have a great idea."
She opened her thighs while Harold got between them, and raised her legs high, stretching them across the tall kid's broad shoulders.
It made her cunt open wide, and pointed it up, so that the small leakage of the boy's pale, thick semen would stop. There was still a lot of it in her, and a lot on the outside, too, among the dark hairs around her vaginal sphincter.
"You can reach it now, darling," she said. "Would you like me up higher?" She wriggled her body and her ass and all the wide cuntal spread seemed to move right up the kid's chest so that her spread open pussy was near his chin.
"Get the loose drops first," the woman said, her voice strained. "Then suck right on the hole, as hard as you can. And remember, save it for me!"
She felt the boy shift, saw his head duck down, and immediately felt the powerful suction that drew the linings of her vagina together in nerve tingling delight. The delight in her cunt made her fling her body up, so that all the red, slick labia and the soft cushion of -haired flesh mashed against Harold's face.
"OH, GOD!" she cried. "SUCK ME AGAIN, BABY! GET THAT JISM! OH, LOVER, YOU'RE SO MARVELOUS! SUCK! SUCK! SUCK!"
The sharp burst of cum pain which had flared in her guts was a happy burst of life returning to where it belonged. In her crimson haze of love and lust, she saw the face of Brock, tense and wondering, and drew him down to kiss her.
He must have had a lesson or two, for the kid met her open mouthed, and as they tongued, he pulled at her long, heavy tits in rough and joyful pretense of milking them.
She was so full of the forbidden pleasure that Harold had to tap her on one breast and say: "Mmmmmmmm, mmmmmm," before she realized he had a mouthful of cum for her.
"Oh, you darling!" she cried, pushing Brock gently away. "Bend down here and tongue it into my mouth slowly, so it'll last a long time! Brock, dear," she said, "do you want to, uh, play with me? With my pussy, I mean. While I suck the jism out of this dear boy's sweet mouth?"
The stocky kid hastily leaped between the dietician's gorgeous legs, and he had his fingers in her twat almost before she wet her lips and tenderly held her hand behind Harold's head.
The young kid, his face solemn with the importance of his task, was everything that Mary Eaton could have dreamed. His lips closed on hers softly, his tongue began to push the thick seed into her mouth slowly, its saline richness making her tremble with utter joy. One of her hands felt under him, felt his warm, sticky cock, and caressed it gently. It was not hard yet, but it was fat and full, and she kneaded it warmly in her fingers, slipping the thick skin back off the head, wishing she could be doing it with her lips and tongue.
She felt the boy's body rock in a mild fucking motion, and put more pressure on the sensitive head of his peter. His lips felt the vibration as he groaned wordlessly: "MMMMM! MMMMMM!"
Her cunt was alive with feeling and she enjoyed the warmth of Brock's body against her legs. He must have had two fingers in her, for there was a lovely sensation of having her cunt stretched, and he was pushing in and pulling out with a rhythmic timing that was simply wonderful.
When she had drained the last drop of Harold's jism out of his mouth, she probed with her tongue around his teeth and gums to find any stray drops that had escaped the first infusion.
Then she kissed him, a loud smack, and humped her ass up in response to the other kid's finger-fucking.
"For a beginner, you're-OOOOOOHHH! OOOOOHHHH!-doing ... a ... great ... job!" She gasped and groaned, and her cunt muscles squeezed around Brock's knuckles.
"WOW! Did you do that to old Horton's prick?" he asked excitedly.
"OOOOOHH! I couldn't help it," moaned Mary. "OOOOOHHHH! BABY! THAT'S GOOOOOODD! OOOOHHHHH!"
She was humping her cunt up against the boy's fingers and knuckles, filled with the joy of fuck fever, ready to cum, when her seeking hand found Harold's prick. It was now quite hard, and she tugged on it until he had gotten astride her face. She got her lips near his prick and then whispered: "Fuck me in the mouth, Harold! Put your lovely peter into my mouth and let me suck it."
He had watched her suck his friend Brock, and, even as he was cumming, the raunchy, hot sight had made him long for his second hard-on. Now he needed no urging, but put his hard prick immediately into the soft slickness and warmth of Mary's lips.
She used her tongue to push the skin farther back from the head, loving the taste of his cum-smeared dick, wondering if Brock might not see this act of love, and be warmed to fuck her.
She felt his fingers leave her cunt, and groaned in dismay, but in another second or two, her cunt was straining around another hard pecker.
It seemed larger than Harold's, thicker, certainly, and her cunt, so long unused, thrilled to the sensation. Her cuntal muscles, unbidden, began their clasping dance of joy around the boy's hard tool, and he cried out: "WOW! THAT'S IT! OH, MISS MARY, THAT FEELS SOOOOO GOOOOODDD!" And then she heard Harold gasp and laugh, and he muttered: "The darn fool's licking my balls. Cut it out, Brock! OH, WOW-EEEEEEE! SUCK ME SOME MORE, MISS MARY! BIG MAMA! SUCK ME, SUCK MY PRICK, EATMYJISM!"
He had begun to fuck, up and down, against the back of Mary Eaton's throat, hurting slightly, but she could feel his hard but flexible organ bend slightly, and crowd and clog her gullet. At the same time, her ass was thrashing wildly as Brock's cock fucked into her tender cunt, and her body was so occupied in pleasure that she had no time for thinking, or for conscience. Some fleeting idea crossed her mind that this was terribly wrong, debasing such innocents, teaching them the ultimate in sexual pleasures. But her sex-starved body continued to whirl and thrash, to fuck up and down as Brock slammed his cock into her, and her mouth did no cease its warm suckling of Harolds's prick.
She had a picture of how it all looked-Harold over her face, his legs spread frog-like, and the other boy's face right in Harold's ass. To think that such a young kid would go so far as to suck the other's balls!
She felt better, somehow, less of a seductress, as she realized the innate depths of man's sensuality, his desire for the strange, and the fearlessness of young boys where sex was concerned.
Somehow, she had begun to cum, a long, slow, silent thunder of orgasm that shook her all through her bowels. She was in a storm of fuck fever, unable and unwilling to think of anything but the two cocks in her, and the pleasure they were giving her.
When Brock mumbled something around his friend's balls, and she felt his cock swell as his hot jism shot into her, her own orgasm flared brighter and hotter.
And, when Harold's sweet dickie began to fill her mouth and throat with his thick, slick seed, her cup overflowed.
She let his cock almost escape, and turned her head as he fell on one side, making sure to catch every drop of the pumping flow of semen. He was now beyond fucking into her head, and she simply sucked on his penis as if it were a hard fruit that was giving up its juice, taking the sweet flow all over her tongue and taste buds, letting the overflow fill her cheeks.
"Oh, mama!" she heard Brock whisper. "Oh, mama you're good! That was so wonderful!"
He began to giggle. "That was a gas, wasn't it, Harold? Did you like it when I sucked your balls?"
He slapped his friend on the ass. "Don't ever tell on me," he said, "Or I'll swat you in the mouth. But I was just so hot!"
He pulled his thick cock out of Mary, who blew out a loud breath. "I sure fired a load into you, mama," he said. "Is that what you want us to call you? Mama? Or Big Mama?"
Mary swallowed the last of Harold's protein-rich cum juice.
"That's it, darlings," she breathed. "Oh, how good you've made me feel. You know you were naughty to talk about me the way you did. But I'm glad it happened the way it did."
She put two of her fingers inside her cunt and brought them out, dripping with Brock's big load. She licked them clean.
She grinned at the boys, and Brock laughed. "Want me to suck you out, like old Horton did, Big Mama?" he asked. "If you do, we'd better hurry, 'cause I've got to get home pretty soon."
When they at last left the voluptuous dietician, she was smeared with their cum, and they were smeared with hers. She saw them to the door and went back to lie on her bed.
She was fucked just enough, and she smiled at herself in the mirror of her dresser.
"Right now," she murmured, "I feel too good to feel guilty. Maybe what I did was wrong. God, please don't let it be! How could you make it so much fun, and then declare it sinful?"
She shuddered and stretched on her bed, marked for the first time in more than a year with peter tracks.
CHAPTER THREE
Marianne Hensley was just barely sixteen, not quite two years older than her brother, Brock. She was a well stacked, good looking girl, usually good natured and satisfied with her life, but today was an exception.
For one thing, it was only a few days before her period. And while she normally coasted through that few days without any bother, she was always intensely conscious of her sex during the few days just preceding it. So, today, she was itchy and felt very puffy in her young cunt. Every time she went to the bathroom to piss, and had to touch that tender part of her, she almost screamed herself into a cum. She had an idea that her problem was her virginity, and, if that were gone, she wouldn't have this particular kind of trouble. Still, although she disliked being a virgin, she had never gotten into circumstances where she would suddenly become non-virgin. But that itch was insistent around her clit, and she suddenly spread her legs apart as she lay on her bed, and plunged one finger into her tight little hole.
And it was then, just as her finger touched the warm cunt flesh, that she heard the whir of tires in the driveway, and knew that Brock was home. She could have screamed in frustration.
She already envied Brock his penis. Not that she hated being a girl. It just seemed, somehow, to be so much neater to have a cock, to be able to fuck girls with it, to be able to piss standing up. Even to jerk off, to masturbate in the way boys did.
She knew a good deal about this particular bit of boy lore.
Faith Carter, her best friend, had three brothers. She had been watching them jerk off for years, and could give Marianne book, chapter, and verse of how they looked while beating their meat, how their faces got red, and how they shot off that thick, creamy stuff which Faith said was called "jism."
She took her finger angrily out of her cunt, thinking of how neatly Brock could cum. She was pretty sure that, every time Brock went in the toilet and latched the door, he was beating his meat, and it not only annoyed her, it worried her. For she was certain that, even if it didn't make warts grow in the palm of his hand, it would affect his mind. And she loved the dark eyed, broad shouldered, grinning young brother of hers.
Reluctantly, she pulled her dress down over her plump thighs. She had an idea that Brock would come and look in her room, even if only to see whether or not she was at home. "Probably does it so he can think about me while he jerks off," she whispered to herself. "He thinks he's so smart!"
Sure enough, Brock did open her door, but only after he had tapped on it, and heard her grudging: "Come in!" But she was touched that he had observed this amenity, so her frown melted into a smile as he peeped around the door, then came in.
He noted how her dress was raised. Her legs were beautiful, he thought, as solid and well rounded as Big Mama Eaton's, and he could almost see her cunt. This gave him exactly what he needed, a fillip to his sexuality.
He was filled with satisfaction, filled with pleasure that he had fucked and been sucked by such a mature, gorgeous woman. And still, he felt guilty about it. Somehow, he had felt that he and his pal Harold had intruded on Miss Mary, and that her immediate acceptance of them had been, somehow, forced on her.
Now, seeing his sister in such a sensuous state of half-dress, in bed, with her strong young legs partly open, he began to feel excessively masculine.
He sat on Marianne's bed and boldly put his hand on her bare thigh, halfway up to her cunt.
"Hello, sis," he said, laughing as if he possessed some lovely secret. "You look like you've been asleep."
"You just keep your hands to yourself, Brock Hensley," his sister snapped. Her eyes filled with tears. Now, for sure, Brock would go in the bathroom, latch the door, and jerk off, while she, filled with anger and self pity, could do nothing.
He stiffened. This wasn't like his easygoing sister.
"Hey, wait a minute, baby," he said. "I never meant to do anything to make you mad. I love you, you know that. What's the matter?" He was so emotional, so wrought up about having fucked Miss Mary, or Big Mama, that his voice was sharp, and that, for some reason, made Marianne even angrier.
"Oh, just get out of here and leave me alone," she cried. "God on in the bathroom and lock the stupid door and jerk off! Go on and lose your mind. See if I care!"
It was the first time she had ever even mentioned such a thing, and it almost floored Brock. But he was somehow moved by his sister's obviously deep emotion, although he could not understand why she was so concerned about him beating his meat. But he couldn't stand to have her cry, so he flung himself on the bed by her, putting his arms around her, holding her to him.
"Don't cry," he begged, trying to keep from laughing. "What makes you think I jerk off all the time?" he asked softly. "Do you think I do that every time I go in the bathroom? And why do you care so much?"
She was now left weak from her storm of anger and tears, and turned her face to her brother's. "Because you don't always lock the door," she said rather unreasonable. "So when you do lock it, I think you're, uh, doing that. And it's bad for you! Oh, Buzzie," she cried, using her baby name for him, "I don't want you to hurt yourself."
"Sis, sis," he whispered, holding her to him, feeling her warm breath on his cheek, "It doesn't do a guy all that much harm. All guys do it. And it's hard not to." He stopped to think.
"Don't girls ever do it?" he asked gently. "Not in the same way, of course, because they don't have peters. But don't you, uh, finger yourselves?"
He had a sudden flush of heat, thinking of Marianne, with her sturdy thighs apart, finger-fucking herself, plunging a finger deep into that slick, gripping hole, as he had finger-fucked Big Mama today. Wow! That had been hot!
Somehow, this thought made him move his hand so that it pressed on Marianne's pussy, outside her skirt, and she gave a little sob of fear and pleasure as the warm contact shook her. But it also made her reach for her brother's crotch, and she felt his cock, growing larger and fatter in his jeans. She also smelled an arousing aroma on his lips and face, and, while she did not recognize it as cunt juice, it had an effect on her.
Gently, not knowing what she was doing, she frigged his cock, holding it in the soft fabric of his old jeans, feeling it grow in her hand.
"I could help you," she whispered against his neck. "Maybe it wouldn't be so bad for you if a girl helped you. Oh, Buzzie!" she cried brokenly, "I don't want you to go crazy."
He was stunned by what had happened, but not appalled. If his big sis was worried about him, wanted to jerk him off, maybe he could work this into something good. For two years, ever since he could cum, he had thought of her sleek, well built, womanly body. In the intimacy of a normal home, a smart kid with a big sister and a mother sees a lot of tits and thighs and, now and then, a good view of a cunt.
So now, as his sister clung to his cock, he whispered: "Oh, yes, sis! Maybe it would help me! I don't want to go crazy, either. Here, let me get it out."
He gently removed her hand and, as she hid her eyes, he ran his zipper down and let his cock out. It appeared suddenly, its head swollen and red. God damn, it was something to have your own sister, especially one built like a brick shithouse, pull your prick for you! Wow! And he knew something else-he was going to get his hands on her pussy. Just wait and see!
She clamped her hand on his warm, hard tool convulsively as he put her fingers around it, and he cautioned her: "Don't grip it too hard, or pull it too hard. Just nice and easy. And listen, Marianne, do you know what boys do?"
Her face was scarlet as a sense of shame fought a losing battle with lust, but she nodded. "Yeah," she said hoarsely. "You shoot off. Be sure and don't get any on me, I don't want to have a baby!" But she continued to pull his foreskin back and forth.
"We call it cumming," he said, smothering a laugh. "And you can't get knocked up just by getting some on you. Even having it go off inside you doesn't really make a baby every time. Oh, hold it, baby," he said suddenly, "you're pulling it too hard! Listen," he said as she slowed down, "this isn't any fun." He boldly put his hand on one of her lovely breasts and gave it a squeeze. "If you really want to help me, you have to let me see you, and play with you while you play with me. Is dad coming home early tonight? Do you know?"
Marianne shook her head, her eyes still closed.
"No. He called about an hour ago. Says he's going to bring home some ribs and chicken, but he won't be here until seven. You mean you want me to, uh, get naked?"
Now he squeezed her boob with more certainty, his heart beginning to pound. This was a cinch.
"Yeah, sis," he said eagerly. "If I can see you, and you can see me, it'll be a lot easier for me to cum. And more fun for both of us. You like to look at my peter?"
"Yes," she whispered raggedly, her breath coming fast. "Oh, yesssss! I love it! I do want to help you, Buzzie. This will help you, won't it? If I beat you off?"
"Yes, it will, sis," he said softly, knowing he wasn't lying. This was too much-the widow, first, and now his sister. All in the same day! He held his breath as he rolled away from her, feeling her regretfully let go his cock.
She was shamefaced and blushing, but she looked him in the eye as she spoke.
"I don't think dad will be home earlier than he said," she murmured. "But I'll bolt my door. Then, if he raps, I'll call for him to wait, and you can get in the bathroom and from there, into your room. Okay? Just in case, you know."
She was pulling her dress up over her head as Brock, for the second time, was slipping off his Levi's and shorts and shirt, baring his hard young dick and his neat growth of pubic hair.
He gasped as he saw his sister's body. She was beautiful! All that the voluptuous Big Mama was, Marianne would be, and in a short time. Her breasts were round and large, and their weight pulled them down so that their hard, dark brown nipples tilted up and out. The cunt hair was not so profuse as Miss Mary's, and was a lighter brown, but it grew in a heart shaped patch and her clear white skin shone through it. Where her slit started, there was a broad line of pink, for her outer lips had skinned back to show her open inner labia.
The boy's voice was strained. "You think this is better than in my room?" he asked, his heart trying to beat its way out of his breast.
The girl, her pretty face now more normal, stroked his dick, squeezing it lightly. "Sure, Buzzie," she said confidently. "Dad always comes to my room first, and always knocks before he comes in. I'll tell him I'm getting dressed, and ask him how he is. While he's talking to me, you just skip out to your room. We can always tell him you had to go in there. Come on, honey, lie down! OOOOOHHHH!" she said intensely. "Are you going to, uh, play with my, uh, you know? You said you would, didn't you?"
They fell on the bed in each other's arms, and Buzzie said: "Listen, sis, do you want me to kiss you? On the mouth, I mean? I know all about French kissing. Do you?"
"Of course, silly," his sister said. Now that the die was cast, she was less nervous, no longer blushing in a crimson tide.
She kissed him thoroughly, her tongue going sweetly into his mouth, her saliva like some hot-making nectar. She giggled as she felt the boy fuck at her, and stopped kissing long enough to say: "None of that, you nasty boy! You really do want to get your big sister in trouble, don't you?"
He giggled, but he could not help being raised to a high pitch of heat, seeing the naked beauty of his sister, complete and close, for the first time. And feeling the smooth warmth of her titties pressing on his chest as they kissed was another delight.
He moved a little, so that his cock was free, and, when Marianne had it in her hand, he turned so that his face was near her crotch and inhaled her cunt perfume.
It was lighter than Miss Mary's, but just as cock-raising, and he had all he could do to keep from plunging his eager mouth into the juicy split between the fat, hairy outer lips.
His sister spoke, her voice humble: "Am I doing this all right now, Buzzie? When will you shoot off? Cum, I mean? Are you sure it won't hurt me, get me P.G., you know what I mean, knocked up, you said. If I get some on me? Honest to God?"
He was suddenly filled with a deep and tender love toward his hot but uninformed sister. He put his hand on her pussy very gently, stroking it from the outside at first, and then inserted one finger into the slick, red opening.
"Honest to God, sis," he whispered. "And you're doing just fine. Is this where it feels best?"
He had gotten a little mild instruction from the widow, if only by the way she had moved and humped when he stroked into her larger, juicier split, and now he felt with his fingers for the same lump of tissue he had felt at the top of Mary's cunt. His sister's body immediately moved. He was hitting it!
"That's it, Buzz!" she gasped. "OHHHHHHHH! IT FEELS SO GOOD! SO DARN GOOD!"
Her young body was humping up and down in a rhythmic tempo, and she was giving her brother a hand job in the same rhythm. He felt his nuts contract, and whispered:-"Hold it, sis! Hold it! Do you want to catch it in anything? I may cum any minute. You got a handkerchief or something?"
But the girl was now too hot to care about such matters. Her own orgasm was swelling in her young vagina, and she suddenly had a deep desire for something inside her.
"No, forget it," she whispered. "I'm about to cum, too. Can you just put one finger inside me, and rub your thumb on my clit?"
Her brother held his breath. The very idea of this intimacy of talk and action with the sister he loved was almost enough to bring him into a spasming, shooting cum. But before he did as she asked, he hugged the wider part of her body to him, got his face into her aromatic cunt hair, and kissed her on both thighs.
It made her tingle, brought her orgasm nearer, and she opened her thighs wider, hoping-what? That he would kiss her pussy? She dared not even think of such a wildly unnatural idea, lest it lead her into paths she didn't yet dare to tread. But when he drew back, and very gently inserted his finger into her warmth and tightness, she felt a flow of cuntal juices start far up inside her, felt her muscles contract as she unhesitatingly, instinctively pushed her ass up at his probing hand.
He felt his finger enter a ring of tightness such as he could not have imagined. Did all girls start out this tight? Big Mama was tight, all right, and she chewed on your finger and on your cock with her pussy, but this was an entirely different kind of closure, like a ring made of slick string. And then the thought struck his mind-it was a maidenhead!
He had heard of them, even in his scanty knowledge of girls and women and how they were made. He did not know how he knew, it was just a sweet knowledge, and it made him love her even more.
Now he rubbed carefully and gently, both with his thumb around his sister's clitoris, and with his finger inside her cunt. She was now almost as juicy as Miss Mary, and his finger slid easily in and out of the responsive pussy. And the joy that this gave him brought his own cum closer. But he was still concerned about where his load would shoot.
In spite of two big cums, one in Big Mama's mouth, one in her actively squeezing cunt, he knew his balls were tight with another big slug of his thick seed. The way they were lying, it would strike Marianne somewhere between her boobs and her face, and a lot of it, he knew, would run off onto the coverlet. And that posed a problem.
Did dad ever try to make up beds? Did he ever come in and look at his daughter's bed? Would he see it. It had to be answered. Marianne was jerking his foreskin back very slowly and carefully, but her girlish hands were warm and soft, and the sight of her cunt, the occasional feel of her titties against his belly, were very hot and very arousing.
But what finally pulled the trigger for the boy to cum was not what Marianne was doing to his prick, but what her cunt was doing on his finger.
Unconsciously, the throbbing of her blood and the feel of her brother's thumb and finger had her moving her ass up and down in the same rhythmic motion. That, and her own hot nature, plus the sweet play with Brock's dick was too much. She began to cum. Slowly, at first, then, as the flood of liquid fire rolled through her body, she let herself ride that dark wave of orgasm up and up into a darkness lighted by blood red explosions of feeling.
"OOOOOHHHH!" she cried, her entire body convulsing in the longest and hardest cum she had ever known. "OOOOOOHHH! DO IT TO ME, BROCKY MY DARLING! FUCK YOUR FINGER INTO MEEEEEEE!"
That wild cry and the feel of her young cunt muscles closing on his one finger was all that Brock needed.
His young cock swelled to its largest, the head became shiny and purple with its rush of blood, and a hard shot of his pearly white semen jetted out of his throbbing tool.
Even in the delirium of her own cumming, Marianne knew instinctively what was happening. Either that, or she remembered something she had learned from Faith Carter.
So perhaps it wasn't surprise that caused her mouth to fly open. In any case, she caught the first blast of jism in her mouth, and the slickness, the strangely human flavor of the rich juice made her flesh crawl with a new desire.
She was thrashing in the throes of an orgasm, but she was able to control the direction of the prick's shots of cum.
Most of them went in her mouth, the rest splattered on her face, on her neck, some gathered like drops of thick rain in her hair. In one paroxysmic twist of her body, one blast even sprayed across her swollen titties.
When they were wrung out by the experience, both kids turned to face each other. Marianne was sobbing with satisfied lust and the trauma of a new and frightening experience. And Brock held her tenderly, her big breasts warm against his chest, kissing the last of the cum drops off her dear face.
"There," he said at last, "that's better than you just jerking me off, isn't it? I made you cum, too, didn't I? Did you like what we did, sis? Was it all right for you?"
She was still sobbing, but it was not from fear or pain.
"I'm so happy we did it, Brocky," she said. "All I really wanted to do was to help you. And I think maybe you helped me more than I did you!" Her body suddenly rippled with an echo of her orgasm deep up her twat, and she kissed him again, rubbing her lips back and forth on his with her tongue partly out. "It's better than I ever thought it would be," she said. "Certainly better than doing it by myself! But it sort of scares me!"
Brock was practical. "What's to be scared about? he asked.
Marianne blushed scarlet. "It's so good, it makes me want to do-well-that other thing! And we wouldn't dare do that! It'd knock me up for sure!"
Brock grinned. "There's still another thing we could do," he said. "You caught a lot of my cum in your mouth-I tasted it when we kissed, after. You swallowed it, so you must have liked it, right?"
Again the girl blushed, and playfully slapped at her brother.
"You nasty old boy, you," she gasped. "What if I did swallow some? It doesn't mean I'm crazy about it. Anyhow, what are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about you sucking me off," he said. "Don't pull any innocent stuff on me-you know what it means. That Faith Carter, with those brothers of hers, she knows everything, and I'll bet she's told you. Anyhow, it's easy. I had-" and he stopped in fright. He had been about to spill the beans on his afternoon with Harold and Big Mama. But Marianne was too preoccupied with the new idea to notice.
Her heart was beating hard, and her mouth was twisted as she imagined the feeling of having that darling cock in it. But she could not agree so quickly.
"Oh, Brock, I couldn't do that! How could you think I could?" Her voice was heated, just as her body was, just as her cunt was. The thought of that warm, soft-skinned bolt of hard meat, filling her mouth with delight, nearly blinded her. And she thought something else: If I suck him, he'd have to do something for me, and she quivered all over.
Without willing it, she was turned to face Brock, and their smooth, warm bellies were together. Due to his youth, to the suggestive thought of gettting his prick sucked, the brother was getting a new hard-on. He pumped against his sister. By accident, his cock w-edged in between her thighs, pushed the thick and hairy outer lips apart, touched the quickened flesh around her little bud of love.
"Stop!" she gasped. "Don't do that! What we've already done is bad enough." Keyed up as she was, she began to cry again. "You want me to do things for you, but you don't want to do anything to me except that terrible business you just tried," she moaned.
It was mystifying to the boy, but instinct told him that all he needed was persistence. And finding what Marianne wanted.
"Listen, baby, that was an accident," he said. He bent his head and sucked on one of her hard nipples. From this position, he could smell her cunt, and it made his tongue hard, forced every male instinct to seek to overcome Marianne's hesitation. He put one hand back on her pussy, his middle finger automatically finding her juice filled slot.
He wiggled the finger and Marianne, forgetting to sob, wiggled back. It gave him his idea.
"Baby," he said, and his voice was deep, like a man's. "I'll play trade-even with you. You suck my cock, I'll suck your cunt. Fair enough?"
Once again his sister slapped at him. "That's an awful word," she said. "Cunt! Couldn't you think of a nicer word?"
But Brock, knowing that he had what he wanted, was bold.
"It's a lovely word," he declared, "for a lovely thing. Baby, your cunt is the best part about you. And I'm going to suck on yours while you take my prick in your mouth and suck it!" But he continued to play with his siter's pussy, being even more gentle, now that he was certain his sister was a virgin.
He began to move his body, and Marianne giggled nervously.
"Are you going to suck me first," she asked. "Or should we do it at the same time? That makes it a sixty-nine, at least that's what Faith says."
She felt his arms go around her so that his hands were under the cheeks of her ass, and she willingly spread her thighs. His crotch was coming nearer to her mouth, and she wet her lips in expectation. The itching heat of lust flamed in her cunt, even far up inside it. On an impulse, she took one of her breasts in one hand and squeezed it out to a point. It had felt so good a while ago, when Brock had sucked on it. It was big enough and long enough that she could bring it to her mouth, and now she was the one who sucked on it, hard and long. Brock's finger was no longer in her twat, but she could feel her cunt muscles crawl.
She felt Brock's hands creep up inside her thighs, and now she could tell that his fingers were holding her open. She could even feel his breath on her sensitive cunt flesh.
She had not really noticed how strongly his cock smelled, but, now that she was about to swallow it into her mouth, she drew in a deep breath.
There was the ripe aroma of a peter whose foreskin has sweated against the hard pole and the soft head. Also, there was more than a touch of cunt juice from the widow, left at the base of the stem and in his growth of pubic hair. It made her mouth water as she opened her lips in a big "O" and sucked it in.
It was then that she felt the warm, wet feeling of a male tongue lick into her pussy for the first time, felt male lips move hard against the slickness of her juicy inner labia. She moaned in gratitude, and the moan was reflected in vibrations around the tender head of her brother's prick.
He ate steadily, moving his lips and tongue as the widow had instructed him, even baring his teeth and rubbing them gently up and down on the super-smooth flesh around her little bud. When he saw clear, thick juice well out of her pinkly closed hole, he applied his mouth to this opening, and sucked up a mouthful of this tasty cuntal nectar. And his cock, getting its second suck in a matter of hours, throbbed heavily in Marianne's mouth.
The smoothness, the juiciness of her cunt, and above all, its zesty flavor of mildly aromatic cheese and seafood made him deeply grateful for this treat. He loved holding his sister open while he sucked, too. The flesh of her thighs, of her hairy long pink slit, highlighted by her vaginal juices and their own clear liquid which seeped from every pore.
It all made him go slightly bananas with love and lust, and without thinking, without really knowing what he was doing, his loins made a fucking motion, sending his cock deep into his sister's throat.
He expected another slap, but instead he felt a thrill run through his sister's body as she pushed her ass, her cunt, against his sucking mouth. His hard tongue went into her fuck hole, causing even more of the rich cunt oil to ooze out, and it made Marianne squirm with delight.
Now that he knew she liked him to fuck into her throat, he kept it up with long, easy strokes, feeling his cock strike against the soft back of her throat, then feeling something else as his cock bent enough, or Marianne arranged her head, so that it went deep into her. If it was longer, he thought, I could fuck fuck right on down into her stomach.
Meanwhile, the smooth, hard flexibility of Brock's prick was giving Marianne a quiet joy, left her trembling with heat and love. It was so strange that sucking on this hard rod of meat gave her so much pleasure all through her body. Perhaps, some day, she would see if she could cum just by sucking her brother off. Or someone else, her adventurous mind told her, and she thought of all the "nice" boys who had tried so hard to get their hands on her cunt. And had failed. But they had pricks, too, probably just as beautiful and sweet and harshly lovely to taste as Brock's.
She felt as if she would turn inside out at his very next suck. It was so great, the snuffling in her outer vulva, the licking around her clit. She was close to cumming, that way. Would he move around and kiss her afterward? With all the rich, rank taste of her pussy on his lips? She shuddered and drove her open cunt hard against her brother's mouth. At the same time, she sucked the head of his cock more feverishly when it came out of her throat and into where her tongue and lips could reach it. She was almost wild with sexual fulfillment and joy.
When she felt his tool grow larger and harder, she remembered what had followed, and grasped the stem of his prick so that she could hold it in her mouth and not miss a drop of that sweet, thick stuff they called jism.
And when the first long blast flooded her mouth and leaked out of its comers, she let her own orgasm fly, an explosion of love that filled her cunt with hot and eager feeling. She could feel her reservoirs of cum juice give up their load, and hear Brock's noisy smacking as he sucked it all in. Her inner labia felt as swollen and as sensitive as her clit, and she felt so wide open that she felt her cunt could swallow Brock's entire head.
He let it all run out of him in long bursts, grateful that Marianne's sucking had become gentle and slow. They were both in a mild state of shock, their hearts pounding, when they heard the front door slam and their dad's booming voice: "Hi! Where is everybody? The old man's home!"
Brock still had cunt ooze gleaming on his face as his sister kissed him hard. Then she whispered: "Be sure to take your clothes, darling! And don't worry. I'll handle dad!"
She was prepared for the thundering knock on her door, and she made her light young voice as cross as she could.
"Hey, daddy, no need to wake the neighborhood. Give me a chance to finish dressing. I laid down for a nap a little while ago and I want to put on a fresh dress!"
She took a quick look at herself in the mirror as she flew on tiptoe to her closet and got out a tight fitting, short dress, one that had caused dad to whistle admiringly a few days before.
She was into it in a second, and not a second too soon, for he was twisting the knob and grumbling.
When she opened the door, hoping he wouldn't notice that her nipples were standing out like little pricks, he said: "My, my! What's all the dress-up business for? Not your poor old dad."
He pushed by her and turned to ask: "Where's Brock?"
"Why, in his room, I suppose, daddy. Unless he's gone out." And she rapped on the bathroom door, calling: "Brock! Are you in there?"
They heard the other bathroom door open, and then Brock came in, in clean tennis shorts, his face scrubbed, his hair wet and combed out.
"Hi, dad," he said cheerfully. "What was all the noise for?"
Their father looked baffled, then laughed shortly, looking at both of them with a strange expression. "I couldn't raise our girl, here," he said. "She was asleep."
But he wondered, as he unpacked fried chicken and ribs from their cartons, what was going on. Hadn't he heard whispering in that room, just when everything seemed so quiet. And hadn't he smelled pussy in there, strong and sweet and hot?
He hadn't had a great deal of sex since his wife had run off a year ago, leaving him with the kids to raise. It was just a little bit hard, having a nubile, big tittied, fat rumped chick around to remind you of your age and your inability to get laid any time you felt like it.
Shit! If his kids were sneaking around and fucking, why shouldn't he have some of that bouncy, juicy tail?
He pictured her again as she had looked when she had finally opened her bedroom door-her appealing young face flushed, her titties looking bigger than ever, her nipples big and hard. And that damned dress! Hell, he could see every hair on her cunt, it fit her so close and tight around the hips and belly.
And crotch.
He couldn't take his mind off that crotch.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was a strange day for Mary Eaton, that next day after she had given Brock and Harold-and herself-suck a wonderful time fucking in her big bed. She could not seem to rid herself of a puritanical dread of consequences. Surely to God, she had sinned, not only for herself, but she had sinned by debauching those two innocent boys. Well, not innocent, but virgins.
And still, in her healthy body, tingling with the joy of a first fuck after more than a year of starvation, she felt the joys of sex, the unbelievable solution to her problems.
She could never have an affair with any of the men she knew. There were many of them who had indicated a very earnest desire to help her solve that problem, the problem of getting a stiff cock in her yearning pussy. They turned her off. She was afraid of making a fool of herself, of falling in love with someone who had no love for her.
With her body, and her gentle good looks, to say nothing of the cute little house she owned, she could have had any man in Midville, but she had never been a conceited woman, nor one out for the main chance, so the thought did not occur to her.
Almost by accident-no, almost as if it were an act of providence, an answer had come to her yesterday. Boys! Strong, eager, hard cocked young boys. It seemed in some ways that she was serving a worthy, almost charitable purpose. Kids the age of Harold and Brock needed fucking so badly. And at their age, it was very difficult for them to get any.
Yes, it was providential for them. And for her. But why, she wondered, did she feel so conscience stricken?
Something had made her put on her prettiest dress today, a well fitting dress that showed her figure to its best advantage, and with a scoop neck. And since, in spite of the generous richness of her firm boobs, she scorned brassieres, when she leaned forward, a man could get an eyeful of some gorgeous titty-meat.
And wouldn't this just be the day when one of the front line help had phoned in sick? So Mary, the executive dietician for the school, and always ready to help out, found herself up at the counter, dishing out ham and scalloped potatoes, and tamale pie, and baked beans with frankfurters.
She felt an odd heat when she looked up and saw Harold and Brock in line. She realized it came from a warm blush, and she realized also that she had been leaning far out over the steam tables and they must have had a good view of her tits. Nevertheless, in spite of being flustered and feeling fluttery far up in the dark warmth of her vagina, she smiled at the precious pair and even gave them slightly larger servings than regulations required.
And the boys were bolder, too, grinning at her, winking, and Brock mouthed the words, "Big Mama," a silent greeting as secret as a fraternity password. She looked away, brushing a stray wisp of hair away with the back of her hand, afraid that one of the boys would rub his dick.
None of this was lost on Joe Mason, a sports counselor working part time at the school.
Joe was a big one, a couple of inches over six feet, and due to leave for college again for the winter semester. His eyes were blue, his hair was sandy, his nose freckled. He had been a football hero at Midville High School, and his counseling at the junior high was the result of his popularity.
He could not miss the splendor of Miss Mary's breasts. He was no more a cunt head than the next guy of nineteen, but he had had eyes for the well stacked dietician for many years. Now, sensing a strange tie between the two young kids and Miss Mary, he saw, or thought he saw, the entire picture.
He was due to mow the woman's lawn this afternoon, another bit of income which he cherished. He wanted to go back to school with money in his pocket, so that he would not be entirely dependent on his football scholarship.
But he wanted to do more than mow Miss Mary's lawn.
She served him with a flushed smile, and was conscious that he eyed her with a different look than she could remember. It was because, in context with his conclusions, he had remembered his mother saying to an old friend: "Mary Eaton is all woman, and I don't understand how she stands the torture of celibacy."
He had never considered that "older women" had problems of sex starvation. He knew that most young girls were ready to fuck at the drop of a pair of pants-they were all hot, some were just hotter than others.
Now, with that bright light flashing in his mind about the graciously formed woman and the two young boys, and with his mother's words in his ears, he knew he would take a big gamble.
Thus, when Mary drove her neat little car into her driveway, glad to be home so she could strip and take a tepid shower, she realized she did not hear the brave "pop-pop-pop!" of her motorized lawnmower, nor did she see big, good natured, good looking Joe Mason.
She knew he couldn't be sick, he was perfectly well at noon, when she had served him. As she thought of it, she thought of his cock. What would it be like? Longer than Harold's, certainly. And thicker than Brock's. Oh, God! How sinful can a person get? Her body was on fire, just thinking of a different peter. But she could not help it, and it made her weak.
She would take that barely warm shower, hoping that it would allow her to think decently.
She began to tug her dress off over her head, rolled down her panty hose to show the thick, dark bush of cunt hair, and kicked off her shoes.
She had to go through her bedroom to get to her bath, and she was gloriously nude as she went in.
And there, lying on her bed, naked as a jaybird's ass and with his big cock waving, was the boy she had been thinking of-Joe Mason. It was no wonder that her legs went limber, or that she started to collapse.
The tall, powerfully built young man, almost as startled as the woman at the sight of her nakedness, leaped out of bed and caught her. Caught her and held her tight against him, so that her gorgeous breasts were flattened against him, and his hard cock was against her stomach.
To do her credit, in spite of the waves of heat that came over her, she tearfully begged Joe to leave.
"I can't understand you, Joe Mason! What have I ever done to give you such ideas? Invading my privacy, catching me on my way to a shower. No, I will not stop! Get out of here! Now! And leave me alone!"
She was squirming against him, so that his cock seemed to bore deeper into the softness of her belly. She was very much aware of Joe's nakedness, since his smooth, warm body was in such close contact with hers.
When he slid his strong arms down behind her, and grasped both her ass cheeks in his big hands, stretching her cunt, making her feel open and vulnerable, she suddenly stopped squirming away from him and started pressing her breasts and bellv against him.
"Oh, Joe," she gasped, "you're such a naughty boy! Why did you ever do this to me? Frightening me out of my wits, making me feel like a, uh, like a, uh," and her voice broke.
"Like a human being, Miss Mary," the big, self-assured young man whispered. "You need love. All humans do. What's so wrong about being human?"
He hugged her, and, since she looked up at him, and her height was exactly right for it, he pressed his lips to hers.
For a few seconds, she resisted him, keeping her teeth and lips closed. Then, with a little sigh, she opened her mouth and sucked Joe's tongue in, while her tongue went into his mouth. They stood that way, locked in warm, nude embrace, their tongues twisting around each other. Joe was suddenly aware that Miss Mary's body was moving delicately, her hips twisting as she made a definite fucking motion with his hard cock as its hub.
For the first time since he had first grabbed her to prevent her collapsing on the floor, he let her go, and she still clung to him, her arms around his strong waist.
"Dear Miss Mary," he whispered, "I want to stick this big thing into you," and he took one of her arms from his waist and fitted her warm hand around his rigid prick. "I want to fuck you, and I want you to fuck me. Will you do it?"
The widow turned her scarlet face away, nodding dumbly, and went to sit on the bed.
"Joe," she whispered. "This was the farthest thing from my mind. I want to know that you understand that."
He picked her up and moved her to the center of the bed and lay down so that his face was just above her belly.
"I believe it, Miss Mary," he said in a husky voice. "But I know you're only human, and that your need for sex may be dormant, but it has to be still alive." He bent and kissed her on the belly, just in the edge of her dark, thick growth of curly pubic hair, and her thighs came open as if automatically. She likes to get her cunt licked, Joe thought, and I'm just the man to do it.
He drew his head down and blew his warm breath on the tender inner flesh of her thighs, and watched her body quiver. Her cunt was slowly opening as the inner labia filled with hot blood, pushing the thick, softly -haired outer lips apart to break their seal of drying cunt fluids and spread apart. There was also a rich, heady aroma of hot cunt swirling up around the young man's nostrils, and he felt his cock jerk.
"Oh, Miss Mary," he groaned softly, "you're so beautiful! Such a lovely cunt, such gorgeous titties! Oh, Lord, I've got to have a taste of this."
He raised her right leg and got it over his arm and body, so that her cunt was now wide open, and he put his lips into the steaming pink slot at once. Mary's body gave a convulsive heave, pushing her ass toward his mouth, as she croaked: "NO! OH, NO, JOE! YOU MUSTN'T DO THAT! OHHHHHHHH! PLEASE! PLEASE! JOE, STOP IT! PLEASE STOP!"
But at the same time, her torso was twisting, her ass rising and falling as she pushed against Joe's face, and he knew he had never tasted a sweeter, better lubricated pussy than this.
He shifted his body slightly, and got his other strong arm under and around the woman's left leg, so that her pussy in all its glory came up slightly, closer to his mouth. She was keeping up a steady, low pitched scream of dissent, a series of moans.
But all the time, her body was thrashing from side to side and she was fucking up at Joe's mouth with all her strength. He was getting mouthful after mouthful of her rich, tasty slime, and his hard tongue was boring into her fuck hole each time he brought his mouth down from her clit.
Suddenly Miss Mary's entire body shook with a huge shudder, and her ass began to thrash up and down, out of control. Cum juice gushed, thick and clear and hot, from every pore in her vagina and vulva, and Joe had to hang on to the woman's powerful thighs to keep his mouth closely locked to her cunt. And now, she was truly screaming: "AAAIIIEEE! AAAIHEEE! OHHHHHH! SUCK IT, BABY! SUCK IT, JOEY! AAAIIIEEE! OH, GOD HELP ME! I'VE GOT TO CCCUUUMMM! AAARRGGHH!"
They were both sweating when Miss Mary had finished her cum, but some miracle happened. Instead of a woman protesting even as her body gave her the lie, she was now flushed as though with victory, and she squeezed one big breast into a cone so that Joe could suck it in and wash the hard nipple with his tongue.
The gorgeous woman's body shuddered at the hard suction which drew the nipple and part of the big breast into the man's mouth, and she stroked his head maternally.
"You really are naughty, Joe," she said in a happy, girlish voice. "Grabbing a poor old lady and practically raping her with your tongue. OOOOOHHHH!" And her fine body quivered again. "I'm still cumming a little. Oh, God, Joe, how can something that feels so good be such a sin?"
Joe got between her legs, and she naturally let her thighs fall apart, showing the big expanse of cunt, with its long, curly hair and the red slash of her blood gorged inner lips, dripping their clear juice.
But, when he pushed his big, hard cock down to the entry hole, and gave a gentle shove, Miss Mary put out beseeching hands.
"Oh, please, Joe! I'm so tender down there! I just came, and my nerves feel raw! OOOOOHHHH! PLEASE!"
He was watching her lovely face, and saw her mouth close in a straight line, as if she were pressing her lips together to stifle a scream. Her eyes were open and unseeing, and her cunt was lifted to him, the big tendons standing out on the inside of her thighs like cables. But her cunt was chewing on the head of his cock, so Joe pressed a little harder, the thick, lubricating cunt oil easing his way into the tightness.
When he gave his final thrust, his cock sinking all the way into that tightly gripping nest of muscle and membrane, Miss Mary locked her strong legs around Joe's body, and she kissed him furiously as his face came down to hers.
"Oh, I'm such a ninny, Joe," she whispered against his neck. "I'm so glad you didn't listen to me. But it's been a long time since I had a man's cock inside me, rubbing all those good feeling spots! And when you went down on me! I was just fighting an old, losing battle, forgetting to be what you said I was, a woman, a human being, hungry for sex."
Her ass was rolling in long, slow ovals, and her tight cunt, gripping the long, thick cock, was giving Joe the best fuck he had ever known.
He kissed her, and his face was grinning as he pulled back.
"I really am a naughty boy, though," he said. "I heard all your pleas, all your screaming, and I just took a chance that you were a human being. I'd be in real trouble if I'd been wrong, wouldn't I?"
The happy woman laughed deep in her throat.
"Just keep probing that big cock deeper into me, Joe baby," she said, "and we'll forget all about trouble. Oh, Joe, it's so beautiful when you fuck like that! Ram it in hard! OOOOOHHHH! THAT'S IT! YOU'RE STICKING A HOLE IN MY GUTS!"
Her cuntal muscles began to play up and down the young guy's sensitive prick, and he slowly pulled it out, right to the head, and rammed back in. He was hitting that hard, apple shaped mouth to her womb, the cervix, and sliding off it to stretch the closed end of her fuck tube, and he was very close to cumming.
"God, you're tight, Miss Mary," he gasped. "Like a junior high school girl. OOOOOOHHH! Except that no kid girl ever had those trained muscles in her cunt."
He drove into her savagely, feeling he must shoot this load or his balls would explode. He was pounding it into her when she arched her back to bring him right up with her strength, and began to fuck in a rapid motion, rubbing his prick on the upswing of her ass, milking it against her cuntal sphincter as she came down.
"FUCK ME!" she cried hoarsely. "OH, GOD, JOEY BOY, SHOOT IT INTO MY OLD CUNT! OHHHHH! OH, JOE, FUCK HARDER! FUCK ME, BABY! FUCK ME GOOD! OHHHHHHHH! AAARRGGHH!"
She was cumming again, a lovely, bright sensation of sex exploding inside her, glowing in fiery heat on the outer parts, her clit and inner lips.
Her body trembled violently as she fired those blasts of orgasm, and her bare heel dug into Joe's ass, holding him inside her until, with a deep sigh, she relaxed.
Relaxed all over. She lay inert on the bed, her breasts rolling in their sweet weight along her rib cage, swollen by the rushing blood that touched every erotic part of her body. Her eyes were closed, and Joe, his senses raised to a great height by this marvelous experience, saw the tiny veins in her eyelids as her heart gradually slowed its pace.
Her cunt was relaxed, too, and it was so full of her cum that it was like laying his cock in a dish of hot oil. Just as well, too, for he was hung on a hair trigger of cum nerves.
But there was one last echo of her mighty orgasm left in that strong, sweet, voluptuous body. Joe's heart was beating, too, and each little throb in the distended veins of his penis carried its message to the raw-nerved inner surfaces of Mary Eaton's vagina. And the little echo, lost in a pudding of relaxed flesh, heard and felt. And reacted.
Quite suddenly, without her volition, Mary's cuntal muscles closed in their sweet, firm grip on Joe's overstrained cock. And it aroused him.
Just as though he were still fucking into what had previously been so tight, he picked up the last rhythm of Mary's inner muscles and, with one heave began to cum.
When his prick swelled to its greatest dimension, when the hot, liquid flow of his spurts of jism began inside the lovely woman's cunt, he had sense enough to lie on her, letting the aroused muscles milk him of his seed.
And she, sensitized beyond belief, so that any friction from Joe's big cock would have been too much, lay quietly, too, letting the male sperm and semen fill her cunt so that pearly drops squeezed out between the hard cock and her vaginal walls.
And Joe knew that she was cumming, although her body was passive. There was a deeper rhythm in her breathing, an unconscious, slight movement of her hips, a tightening of the relaxed cuntal walls around his pole.
He had never felt more fulfilled as he let the jism flow out of him and into the woman. It was as though his cock was having a warm bath in some super-nourishing fluid, giving him added strength, added sexual power. And the woman was so sweet!
He tried to put part of his weight on his elbows, so that he wouldn't be too heavy, and put his hands on her full, heavy breasts, squeezing gently.
When she smiled, she opened her eyes, like a little girl who has been asleep, and said: "Oh, Joe, I'd do anything for you!"
He whispered: "Are you ready for me to get off you, to take my cock out of your beautiful, superb, matchless cunt?"
She smiled and patted his head. "Naughty boy, Joe. To say such vulgar words. And to make me say them, too. What would your mother think of you? What would she think of me?"
Joe laughed confidently. "I'm sure my mother would love you just as much as ever. Maybe more. She's not a dead person. She's alive and warm and human. As for me, I'm sure she'd think of me as a lucky stiff."
"And you were stiff, too. What a large, fat, hard peter you put into me! I ought to be angry at you for coming into my life and turning it and me around. Joe, Joey! How can I adjust to you? How can I adjust to accepting me as I am? Oh, Joe, you feel so good inside me! Are you still hard? It feels like it."
He laughed and pistoned his prick in and out of her, sloshing out his thick cum, along with hers.
"It's a good trick. After I fuck, I just let Old Faithful lie inside some lovely pussy full of jism, and occasionally slide it back and forth. It never gets soft, so that we could lie here for a while, and then fuck all over again. Except that I have something else I want you to do."
Mary looked doubtful. "You're of a generation that loves a different kind of sex," she said. "I know what you want. Maybe I couldn't do it." And that's a real, old-fashioned, dumb lie, the woman thought. Oh, how I'd like to lick his prick clean and suck all his cum out of me with a straw!
He rolled off her, then, and gave her an affectionate squeeze on one glorious ass cheek.
"You're kidding the wrong guy, Miss Mary! I judged you to be a hot woman. I know some other things, too. And I know that between a hot woman today and a hot woman twenty years ago, there's no difference. You sucked your husband's peter, and I'll gamble my life on it. Maybe no one else's, but the way you liked me going down on you is a giveaway. Anyhow, look how nice and hard it's staying. And look at all that nice juice on it, ready for you."
The woman groaned, and tears came to her eyes. "It's true," she admitted. "I like it. But it's wrong, I tell you! Ohhhhh!" And she could no longer stand the temptation, but rolled over and took the big cock in her mouth, the taste and texture of the creamy juices being almost too much for her.
She had a way of throwing her head back, too, so that the long tool went right down her throat, and when she took it out, holding it by its stem like a lollipop, she was laughing.
"I love it," she admitted. "But a respectable widow lady can't just up and say so, can she?"
He kissed her, getting the taste of his own thick seed from her lips. "If the widow lady is someone as hot and agreeable and sweet as you are, she can," he said. "Oh, Miss Mary, I've wanted to get in your pussy since I could first cum. And now I've done it!"
He threw her back, her legs in the air, and looked at the pouting pussy lips, oozing his thick cream out of the shrinking inner labia, through her relaxed cunt hole.
He bent down quickly and kissed her squarely in that rosette of cunt flesh, and came up to kiss her with his own lips reeking with his sperm. When she gasped and began licking, he did the same, over and over.
Not quite as Harold had done the day before, but very satisfactory for the happy woman.
They were lolling on her bed together, and she was frigging the thick, smooth foreskin up and down on his tool, now quite hard, when the doorbell rang.
To Joe, it was a shock, but the widow kissed his prick again and grinned. "Not to worry," she said. "It may be some little boy come by to see if I want my lawn mowed. This time of year, they do it often." She gave his hard cock a long suck and jumped up. "I'll be right back," she promised.
Joe lounged on his elbows for a minute, watching his hard cock nod its red head, then he jumped up. Ten to one, he told himself, it was one of those kids he'd seen smirking and grinning at Miss Mary, eyeing her tits, doing everything but jerking out their cocks to show her. If so, he felt very kindly toward them. If it hadn't been for them, his thoughts ran, he wouldn't have had the inspiration-or the guts-to try for Miss Mary's cunt. And make it.
He jumped up and strolled into the living room.
The enchanting sight of the well stacked dietician in all her naked beauty was a great and stirring joy.
He heard her say: "No, really, Brock, not today. Perhaps some other time."
She caught a glimpse of the naked Joe, and quickly made up a fabrication suitable to the occasion.
"Joe Mason already does my yard work," she said. "Perhaps after he goes back to college, we can talk," and she felt horrible at the look of pained disbelief on Brock's young face, only a moment or two ago so bright with lust.
Her hairy cunt lips were sticking out between her buttocks as she bent forward so that only her face would show in the door, and Joe, grinning, put his stiff prong into it, pushing forward until he struck that hard object again, her womb, far up in her. He fucked into her softly, not wishing to break her stance and expose her before the boy. And the feeling was super, for him and for Miss Mary.
She made a nice good-bye to the Hensley kid, closed the door, and then turned on Joe in mock wrath.
"You sneaky so-and-so," she said, putting her hand to her cunt as she pulled away from Joe. "Okay, you can't wait, so come on in and we'll see about that blow job you wanted!"
They lay in the easiest sixty-nine position, facing each other, and Mary Eaton eyed that big prick hungrily. It was still smeared with his jism and her cunt oil, a tasty treat, and her throat and tongue convulsed as she anticipated the raunchy treat. "You can fuck right into my throat," she said. "You don't have to return the favor. I think I'll cum just from having that big monster in my mouth. But feel free to eat my pussy if you like."
She took his long prick like a sword swallower, holding it around its base while she tilted her head back and guided it in. It was a gesture so graceful, so natural, that Joe was touched.
He buried his face in the rich, thick, dark cunt hair, so redolent of the odors of cock and cunt, and reached between to find her big boobs and squeeze them. But he could not be content to take a passive position for too long.
With his powerful arms, he got her solidly fashioned legs up so high that they pressed on her breasts, and her cunt and ass crack were wide open. He had always wondered if it were true that some guys sucked a woman's asshole as well as her cunt, and as he licked in the deep trough of Miss Mary's sex, he saw her anus, its pink lining opening and showing as the two of them rocked back and forth.
He could tell by the way the woman was grunting and groaning around his cock that she was on a high pitch of lust, and the thought of testing her reactions moved him. On his next lick down, and as her asshole came open, he fastened his lips to it and rammed his tongue in as deeply as he could get it. There was a sharply different taste than he had been enjoying in the bland slickness of her cunt, and it intrigued him so that he sucked harder, boring in deeper with his tongue.
It was so different that it announced itself in his balls. Having never let his cock go soft, and having to do nothing more to keep it hard than to move it slowly in a cunt relaxed and swimming in fuck-gravy, he had thought he could screw for an hour on this hard on. But no dice.
This totally new experience of having a woman's asshole squirming around his tongue was coaxing more and more feeling back into the head of his prick. He was about to cum, and he was proud of it. This was a great woman, the most responsive he had ever known. If a rectum could cum, he knew he would be eating a run of cum juice this instant.
He had his strong arms around her ass, her thighs, and he was cradling this, the thickest part of her body, as if it were a giant cup and he was drinking from it.
When she suddenly went wild on his peter, laving its sensitive head with her tongue, swallowing to give her powerful throat muscles more friction on it, he changed and clamped his mouth over the cuntal entrance to her perfect body. The asshole may be a writhing center of erotic nerves, but the oil from a hot cunt is the sweetest drink man knows.
They lay together pumping and grunting, as he felt his cock explode its richness down her throat. And he sucked gently on Miss Mary's spasming twat, getting his fill again of her nectar, her primal cunt ooze.
Joe sighed deeply as he grudgingly took his prick from the warm mouth of Miss Mary Eaton.
"I hope that today's the last time I ever hear you talk about wickedness and sin." And then he uttered the very thought she had on the day before: "If God hadn't meant us to use our sex for fun as well as babies, he wouldn't have made it feel so good."
And Mary, blushing all over and kissing his cock rapturously, answered: "I hope I can have ideas as healthy and wholesome as the way I feel now. Come up here and kiss me, baby. You may have gotten some of your own cream out of my pussy. If you did, I want it!"
CHAPTER FIVE
After Joe had gone, Mary had time to lie on her big bed, gloriously, warmly naked, and to think of the stupefying, marvelous changes the last two days had brought to her drab life.
"I was letting it get drab," she murmured. "Thank you, God, for sending me those two darling kids-and Joe, too-to shake me out of it."
She felt simply wonderful, as a hot woman does when she has just popped her nuts a few times.
"How many times did I cum?" she asked herself, grinning. "I must have had five or six little orgasms while Joe was sucking me the first time. And then that gigantic one. And when he had that super cock in me-wow!"
She stood up in front of the mirror and stroked up and down her flanks, letting her long, strong fingers play with the smooth skin of her belly. She put a hand under each of her breasts, enjoying the warmth and weight of them in her hands, their fantastic smoothness, the blue veins in their white skin.
She thought of the way Joe's tongue had felt up her ass.
"Up my ass, in fact and in fantasy," she whispered, and felt a spasm in her guts and cunt as she recalled the sensation. But, as she thought of Joe, her thoughts ran to a sweeter, smaller person who had given her pleasure.
Harold Horton.
As she thought of him, she thought of his sweetness, his shyness. Sure, it was nice that young Brock Hensley had been bold enough to come to her home without being asked. Cute, in a way.
But there might well be circumstances where it would not be so lovable. Suppose he'd pushed his way in, found her and Joe naked as jaybirds. And Joe, of course, had enough boldness for a dozen guys. She laughed and squeezed again, reacting to the memory of Joe sucking on them.
But Harold. He was the sweet one, the shy one. The one that needed looking after, needed protection of his feelings as well as fucking. And sucking. And suddenly, across the years, she thought of another fourteen year old.
Herself.
How eager she had been, just as the two kids had been only yesterday. And far more ignorant. Not just innocent-"Maybe I never was really innocent," she murmured, grinning. But ignorant of sex in all its aspects, except that she wanted to try it.
And she thought of how devastating her first experience could have been to a shy and ignorant girl. Except for the courage and goodness of the man who had changed her from a girl to a woman.
Strange, how much she had loved him, and of how hard it had been to give him up. Her darling Uncle John, whom she called "Unk" only in fun, for he had seemed so much her own age.
"Mary, Mary," he had whispered to her the first time he had squeezed her titties. "My, how you've grown!"
It had sent an electric thrill through her, the shy girl who knew nothing about her body except that it sometimes seemed to be burning up.
He had been twenty five, but he was so young at heart. He could ask questions with the same naivete that a boy her own age might. If he had the gumption.
"Did it hurt you to grow these lovely big titties?" he had asked, fondling them while she lay across his lap. And she had answered truthfully that yes, they had hurt when they were growing. Hurt quite a bit.
"They still do," she had confessed, blushing a little. After all, she never had talked to anyone about her breasts except one of her girl friends. "When I have my period."
And so she found herself talking to a grown up about her body as naturally as she would have talked to a close friend, and he had put his hands here and there, looking so interested, so serious.
"Now," he had said, "your periods. Your titties swell up and ache then? Oh, darling Mary, how much I'd like to suck on them, nurse on them like a tiny baby, when they ache like that. Maybe it would make them feel better."
"You could look at them now," the child said, a wild yearning suddenly making her heart seem to stop. "I'm due in about a week. My period, I mean. They're, well, sort of swelling, right now."
She remembered how Uncle John had gotten up and tried to hide the swelling of his cock, and of how he had looked all around to see if anyone were near. So considerate! Always thinking of her, to see that no one suspected her of what she and he were doing. Looked around, and then gave her a hand to help her up. "So we can be more discreet, darling," he had said. "There are some lovely green bushes just ahead."
They had been on a little "picnic," as he called it, though all they took was a sandwich apiece. Her mother had gone into town, leaving her alone with Uncle Frank, and he had proposed they take a walk together. "Down toward the creek," he said. "The weather is so bright and beautiful. Just like your young eyes, Mary, Mary."
And so she had pulled up her middy blouse and he had exclaimed over the size and beauty of her tits, weighing them in each hand, squeezing them until she almost screamed from the wonderful pain it gave her. And then he had sucked them. How he had sucked them! Her nipples were very big for such a young girl, even one with breasts as big as hers, he told her. And he explained how they had nerves that connected up with her "other little thing," as she called it. But he would have none of that.
"Not with me darling," he had soberly declared. "You're getting too grown up to flinch from grown up words. And they are words that have a deep meaning to all who love their bodies. Surely, you must know other names for that part?"
And she had replied, blushing from head to foot, so that he could show her the flush of hot blood in her tits: "Yes, I do. Some of my friends call it their pussy. But isn't that vulgar? Ma says it is."
He had kissed her, then, a big, sloppy, warm kiss with his tongue running across her closed lips, and said: "That's why women, even good women like your ma, should never be allowed to bring up girls. They simply perpetuate wrong old ideas that they have learned to live with. What's wrong with calling it a pussy? It's soft and sweet and furry. I'm sure yours is. Isn't it?"
That was when, ever so gently, he put his big, smooth hand up under her short skirt and rubbed her there.
"I can feel the fur," he joked. "You've got a lot of it for a girl fourteen. Oh, darling, how lucky we both are, to be such friends."
And she had said: "Oh, yes, Unk. Because I never could talk to anyone like I'm talking to you. Why don't you suck on my titties some more, and see if you can feel the nerves that connect with my, uh, well, my pussy."
Charming days! "I was so young," she murmured, looking at her grown up image in the mirror, so many years later. "And he was so good, so kind."
He had said: "Let me take your sweet little panties off, dear, and put them in my pocket. Then I can feel what your nerves do in your pussy when I kiss your beautiful young titties."
Thrill on top of thrill! She could never forget the touch of his hand, the very first time her cunt had ever known the warmth and pressure of a man's hand on it. And she had nearly screamed with joy when he had put his finger into her little hole and rubbed it up and down. Just like she did, only more softly, more sweetly. And he knew just exactly where to touch her, so that she came in his arms, trembling with love, while he fingerfucked her and sucked on her bloated breast. So beautiful!
It was a good thing he had gotten them into the bushes, too, for they heard voices soon after, and old Mrs. Braddock, the one with the big mouth said to her friend: "I think Emmeline Eaton is foolish to allow that big girl of hers to be alone with that brother of hers. He has a bad look-always trying to look up the ladies' dresses when he gets a chance."
They had held their hands over their mouths, laughing, and Uncle John had rolled her on her back and kissed her right square on her little pussy, a thrilling but frightening thing.
"Oh, Unk, you mustn't do that!" she exclaimed. "That's not even clean! Mama makes me wash my hands every time I pee; she says it's a dirty place, full of germs and nastiness."
"I'd like to wring her neck," Uncle John had said, laughing. "She knows better, I can personally guarantee that. But mothers," he said wisely, "believe their daughters will somehow turn out to be angels, even when they haven't."
"Unk, you don't mean that my mother-well-that she ever allowed anyone to do that? Papa wouldn't, would he?"
"Oh, crap!" Uncle John had said good humoredly. "If he doesn't, he's crazy. And I know someone who did, many, many times. And before you ask, I'll tell you-me! We were closer than most brothers and sisters, you know."
"I'll say," the child said. "You and ma! And maybe her and papa! Wow! It felt good when you kissed me there, Unk. Are you sure it isn't dirty, down there?"
He held her to him and kissed her on the lips.
"There," he said. "Does that taste dirty?"
She almost told him on the many times she had tasted the rank and earthy sweetness of her cunt, but did not dare, just yet. Instead, she clung to him and said in a low voice: "No! It tastes dreamy!" And that had tickled him.
"Now," he said, "Miss Mary, Mary, I'm going to show you how clean and sweet I think it is. And don't you try to stop me, unless you want to get in trouble! That sweet little business! How could anyone think it was dirty! Lie down, child, and let me get your legs 'way up and 'way apart. And then I'll show you something."
Not dirty! What a relief! She had always thought that ma was lying about it. It felt so good to touch yourself there, to frig with your finger until that wonderful sensation rose in your body, the feeling you were going to explode. And, when you did explode, what a marvelous sensation of delight and release! Of course she sucked her fingers afterward. And now, knowing from a grown up that it was right and good, she could scream for joy.
And she almost did scream when she felt the hot, wet pressure of Unk's lips and tongue.
"You're making me cum," she had said clearly, as her young open cunt lashed against his face. And then, like the wail of a happy angel: "OHHHHH! OHHHHHH! I'M CUMMING! HOW GOOD YOU ARE, UNK! OH, LOVELY, LOVELY, LOVELY!"
She felt his tongue bore into her, felt his lips around her little cunt hole, sucking, sucking, sucking. And then the tongue again, seeming to enter her just like a man's prick would, some day. What happiness! To be sucked like that, to be assured it was all right, that it was both good and sweet, by a grown up. One she loved and trusted, promising her it was all right. What a sweet, generous, kindly man!
Sitting on her bed, Mary Eaton thought again of Harold. Thought of herself, too, and her worries and fears. She wasn't a wanton whore-Joe had assured her that she was a warm, human person, with the right to be hot, and the right to fuck and suck. Why hadn't she been able to believe that, herself? And having those kids suck her out, and her sucking them off-that was good and clean and wholesome.
"Bless you, Unk," she whispered, "wherever you are."
But Harold, what of him? Mightn't he be damaged by what had happened yesterday? She remembered the kindness of Unk.
She waited while the Horton's phone rang, not knowing what she would do if anyone but Harold answered the call. But she need not have worried.
It was Harold's sweet young voice, struggling between a choir soprano and a mature baritone.
Harold almost shit when he realized it was Miss Mary. How wonderful that she wasn't mad at him, didn't hate him after all that dirty stuff that he and old Brock had done. What was she saying? He couldn't believe it. She wanted to know if he could stay out a little late tonight.
"Gee, sure, Miss Mary," he said. "My mom's going out to a meeting. She leaves at seven. And she's never home before nine!"
So it was settled, then, and very quickly. She would pick him up around seven. Not at his house, but a block down the street and around the corner.
And the boy was there, waiting, when Mary drove up.
"You're early," she smiled, and the boy answered: "Oh, yes, Miss Mary! Mom left a little early, and my dad went with her. Oh, this is so great!"
He seemed so elated, and yet afraid to touch her, that Mary turned down the first alley they came to, where high fences or thick hedges hid them from view, and cutting off the motor, held out her arms to the boy.
He came to her breathlessly, and he must have been reassured of his status, for he immediately began plucking at her boobs, even while she was tonguing him out of his mind. But she would not be satisfied until she showed him something, so she said: "Put your hand under my dress for a surprise."
"Oh, wow!" he gasped. "No pants! I felt the hair, all that lovely hair! Gosh, I was so glad when you called. I thought maybe you'd be mad at me and old Hensley. You said we were naughty boys!"
Mary kissed him again, tenderly. "Well, I had to say something," she replied, "I had to say something about what you did to me-although it was my fault. No, Harold, you're not bad at all, and what you did was fine. I just wish more boys were as brave and bold as you and Brock."
She drove south on the main street out of town, to a place called Patriotic Park. There were wartime sculptures there, and swings and benches. But best of all, there were bushes, and she drove until she found a big clump she could drive behind.
"Now, you darling," she whispered, "let's see that lovely cock of yours. Let me get it out."
She gasped as the long, hard pole of boy-meat came into sight, and leaned down to take the head in her mouth. "Now, what shall I do?" she asked. "Did you like it when I sucked you sweet peter until you shot your jism down my throat? Or was it better when you got on me and stuck your lovely dick into my cunt?"
The boy fucked up at her face with his prick.
"They were both marvelous," he said. "I liked the idea of, uh, fucking you, having my prick inside you where it was warm and slick and crawly. And when I shot it into your mouth, wow! But you know the part I really liked the best? Sucking on your-did you call it a cunt? Well, if you say it, I guess it's all right for me to say it. Sucking on your cunt. Sucking my jism out of you and giving it back in your mouth. That was the very best of all. OOOOHHH, Miss Mary! I loved sucking your cunt!"
She looked at him fondly. "I've got an idea," she said. "You can suck me, and then you can put it in and cum inside me, and do that same thing. Suck it out and give it to me. But let's get outside behind those bushes."
Giggling, the kid held the door open for Miss Mary to alight, and boldly reached up under her skirt to run his hand between the thick cunt lips, picking up a handful of cuntal dew.
"Come on, lover," Mary said. "Let's get your pants off. These bushes hide us from everyone, and besides, there hasn't been a Sheriff's car in this park in ten years."
"I'm sort of scared, I guess, Miss Mary," Harold admitted. "I keep thinking of the trouble you might be in."
The woman hugged the boy fervently. "Bless you, darling," she said softly. "But there won't be any trouble. I just want you to eat my pussy, and then fuck me, and we'll go on from there."
Somehow, with the boy's fear, and her need to calm him, she felt it was much like many years ago, in that nameless spot where her uncle, John Crail, had soothed her fears and made her aware of the beauty and sanctity of her flesh, her cunt, her boobs.
They sat on the grass and Mary played gently with Harold's hard pecker, occasionally bending to give it a kiss.
"I'm getting so hot," she breathed. "Let me get on my back, with my legs up and my cunt pointing right at your sweet mouth, and you can take it from there, baby." In the gathering dusk she smiled at him, at his beautiful, narrow face, his curly brown hair.
"Play with it with your fingers, suck on it, just do what you want to," she whispered. "It's all yours, for tonight at least."
The boy got on elbows and knees to look closely at the thickly -haired twat, sniffing and smiling. "It's as beautiful as I thought," he said. "And golly, it smells so good!"
He lay on his side, under Mary's big thighs, which she had drawn up, and began licking the flowing spit. Up to the clit, back to the bottom of the hole. A little beyond the hole, if the truth were known, in the fragrant precincts of her asshole.
The recent memory of what Joe had done to her-or done for her-made her toes curl in delight.
"Put your hand up here, darling," she said, "and squeeze one of my titties. OOOOOOHHHHH. SO GOOD! YOU'RE SUCKING ME SOOOOO GGGOOOOODDDD! OH, DARLING! KEEP SUCKING! SUCK IT! SUCK IT!"
And then, with a fast up-and-down movement of her ass, keeping her cunt glued to the boy's eager mouth, she moaned: "OOHHHH! DARLING! MAKE ME CUM! CUM! CUM! OH, GOD, I'M CCCUUUMMMMMMIIIINNNNNGGGGGG! OHHHHHHH! OH, PRECIOUS BOY!"
It came so quickly that both she and Harold were surprised.
"That was pretty good, huh, Miss Mary?" he asked. He put his hand to his cock and said:
"Wow! Look at this thing of mine! Ooooooh, boy! Do I ever want to stick it in you!"
Temporarily exhausted, with cum nerves raw and sore to the touch, Mary said: "Get over me, darling, and let me frig you for a second or two, I'm so nerved up that it'd hurt me if you put it in right now!"
She was breathing heavily, her mind a kaleidoscope of memory, of happy yesterdays, and of an even happier today.
Because I couldn't have done what I did yesterday and today, she thought gratefully, if it hadn't been for good old Unk. And that wonderful Joe, too, she added mentally.
She delighted in this position, her big thighs drawn far back, almost against her breasts, which lolled in their lustrous weight on her ribs. Her hot cunt was wide open, and the evening breeze made the hot spread of labia chilly, there was such a difference in their temperatures. But it was a wonderful feeling, especially with that trembling dick in her gentle fingers.
She counted to ten mentally, then gently tugged on the hard young organ, putting the head into her fuck hole, and almost fainting with sheer delight as the throbbing cock touched her.
She humped her ass up slowly, letting the long cock sink into her tightness, and knew the joy of feeling that her entire abdominal cavity was filled with prick. It was hard enough to strike matches on, and long enough to hit bottom with a comfortable thud, giving her a strange feel in her rectal nerves.
In the gathering dusk, she could see the boy again, loving that bright face with its big eyes, and she suddenly felt a rush of tenderness for him, just as she felt her first release of an extra amount of vaginal juice.
She had lifted her blouse so that Harold could play with her tits, and she held them up now with both hands, saying: "Kiss them, baby! Suck on them! Oh, God, your cock feels good in me. What happened? Did it grow since yesterday?" And she moaned in pleasure as the kid rammed it home and, at the same time, ducked his head to capture one of her fantastic nipples in his mouth.
"OOOOOOHH, BABY! THAT'S WHERE IT'S AT!"
Her voice was hoarse, and she was moving her loins in a rhythm with the boy's pelvic thrusts, grunting as the long prod stabbed into the soft, slick heat inside her.
"YOU'RE FUCKING ME NICE, HAROLD! OH, BABY, I'M GONNA CUM AGAIN! RIGHT NOW! RIGHT NOW! RIGHT NOW!" she cried in a frenzy. "JAZZ ME WITH IT! POKE ME! FUCK ME!" And then: "OH, GOD! OH, GOD HELP ME! PUSH, HAROLD! SLAM IT TO ME, BABY! FUCK HARDER! FUCK ME! OHHHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHHHH!"
The delighted boy felt the powerful inner muscles of her sloppy-wet cunt close warmly as his orgasm rose and fell, and the squeeze on his swollen cockhead was too much.
He felt the hot sperm flood from his hot young balls up into the great tube on the underside of his cock, and the head of it throbbed with gut-quaking joy as the boiling flow gushed out. It spurted and spewed, filling Miss Mary's happy cunt with a mixture of jism and joy, and her own reservoirs emptied themselves in warm response.
When his last throb of pale white seed had ebbed out of his tenderized young cock, he started to pull out, but the well stacked woman held him with her strong legs.
"Take it slowly, darling," she whispered. "We don't want to waste a drop, do we? Push in and pull out just a little. It still feels so good to me, even though I've quit cumming."
She hugged him tightly. "Oh, Lord, what a lover!" she cried. "As good as any woman could want!"
The boy laughed happily. "I was so glad when you called me," he said. "You called me, and not Brock. I think Brock's braver than I am, but you called me. Is it all right for me to say I love you, Miss Mary?" He was fucking in and out gently, as she had told him, and he felt the warmth of jism and cunt ooze on his balls. "I think we may be losing some," he said. "I know how much you love it. And I know how much I love to suck it out and give it back to you. OOOOOOHHHH!" he said in a hoarse whisper, wriggling his cock in her, "when you mash down with your muscles it feels so good!"
She stroked his head. "Yes, indeed, darling, it feels good. And it's most certainly wonderful for you to say you love me. Now, pull it out slowly and get up here where I can lick all that good stuff off your lovely peter! Mmmmmmm! Delicious!"
Very carefully, holding his cock daintily between her forefinger and thumb and rotating as if she were buttering an ear of corn, she licked the mingled sweetness of their two bodies from Harold's prick. With her other hand, she held her cunt lips tightly closed, anxious to keep all his seed in her.
When his young tool was quite clean, she gasped: "Now, baby! Suck it out!" and opened her thighs to expose her pussy, its lips laid back, to his searching mouth.
She could not help a few faint cries as the boy put suction on her vagina, rubbing its sensitized walls against each other. This was too delicious not to recognize with her plaudits, and she moaned: "WHAT A GOOD JOB! OH, SAINTS ABOVE US! HAROLD, YOU'RE JUST TOO LOVELY!"
He was breathing hard through his nose when he moved his face up to hers to deliver his huge mouthful of their mingled juices, and as he had the day before, he tongued it into her. This time, he felt more expert, more grown up, so that, when he finished his sweet task, he said in a man's voice: "That's it, Big Mama! All the cum juice is out of you!"
She lay with him pressing on her naked breasts and belly, his bare legs against hers, and she had never been happier.
After a few moments of kissing, she rolled him off and said: "Time for us to go. But on the way home, if we find a dark place, you can suck me again. Or I'll suck you!"
CHAPTER SIX
Mack Hensley was a stocky, big shouldered man who gave the impression of great strength, both physically and emotionally. Like many other men of strength, he had trouble giving up ideas, and the one that concerned him most was the suspicion that something was going on between his two kids.
It was a sick notion, he felt, that Brock could actually be sticking his cock into his older sister's cunt. That would certainly require that Marianne was cooperative about it, if only because she was the older, and he could not see Brock, a fourteen year old boy, as being smart enough or tough enough to seduce her.
But, no matter how he tried to evade the thought of it, and no matter how strongly and profanely he tried to uproot the groundless thought, it haunted him constantly.
"It's because of that goddamn mother of hers," he said bitterly, alone in his prosperous real estate office. "Running off the way she did-to realize her potential. Potential, my ass! To sleep with a bunch of other guys, that's why she did it!"
He pursued the idea in frustration, rage, and anguish.
"It would be bound to bring every idea of sex to those kids' minds," he fumed, smiting his hand with a mighty fist. "If those kids go wrong, it's all her goddamn fault!"
He had visions of Claire, who always looked so pure and undefiled--even if she was the best piece of ass in Midvillelying naked and fucking on a king size bed while two other long cocked guys waited their turn. It nearly drove him mad. And then he would think of that daughter of his, with her beautiful, mature, sixteen year old opulence of tit and thigh and butt, lying flat on her back, her legs outstretched, and Brock kneeling between them, slipping his cock into her.
"Why not?" he thought sourly. "They're both old enough. How do I know that Marianne's not a hot-ass piece like her mother? For all I know, Brock's not the only one fucking her."
In actual truth, part of the pain he felt was of frustration. The eighteen years he had spent married to Claire had desexed a man who had been a competent cocksman in his youth. He had no stomach for initiating affairs, and had lost his talent for approaching and working up a piece of tail. When he got hard up, he patronized one of the small town's three discreet whores, and moaned in his heart at the lost plenty that had been his.
The pictures in his mind of his children fucking at last became too much for Mack to bear.
Feeling like nineteen kinds of a louse, he watched the clock until three, and went home. To "catch" the kids, as he put it, "in the act." And he caught only one, and not in any act.
Marianne was at peace with her world. She knew that she and her brother had run unnecessary risks the day before, but her sympathies were more with her father than with herself; and Brock than with her father.
She knew, in some strange burst of female intuition, all the hurt her father had undergone-the sexual rejection, his mental torture, the way he was butting his head against the brick wall of reality.
School was always cinchy for Marianne, so she had no tensions from that area, but the thing with Buzzie, yesterday, had her somewhat knotted up. Therefore, she was lying casually and relaxed on her own bed, her short skirt seeming even shorter in this position, her sole purpose being to lose her tensions before taking up some household duties she had set for herself.
She was shocked but not frightened when she heard her father jerk the front door open and pound through the house, yelling. But she was frightened when he came bursting into her room and stood above her, one big finger stabbing in her direction, his face choleric with wrath, mouthing foul words.
"All right, you little tramp," he grated, "I got here before you got started. Where's your brother? Getting undressed for your usual three o'clock matinee?" He stood back and bayed toward the door connecting with the bath: "Come on out, Brock! You've had it, baby! Come on, you little sister-fucker!"
Through the shattering blows of surprise and fear, Marianne got the message plainly-her dad, right or wrong, suspected her and Brock of having an affair.
What made it painful was the fact that it was, in one small way as Marianne thought of it, true. She and Brock had entered into something which her father would see as indecent and horrible. But they had not fucked, no matter what he said. And, as far as Marianne was concerned, they probably never would. But she was sorely damaged by this spectacle of rage and suspicion and accusation.
She jumped off the bed and ran out of her room, crying, and her father, deep in his dark dream of incest, followed her.
"Don't try to get away," he shouted. "I'm going to drag your partner out of his room and beat the shit out of him, and you're going to watch it! Goddamn kids! Fucking under my own roof!"
He charged back to Marianne's room, into the bath, and finally into Brock's room, mouthing curses and accusations.
At last he stopped, panting, his eyes wild, and Marianne knew she was seeing the ultimate in horried pain and fury. And suddenly she knew what to do.
"Daddy," she said, "Brock isn't even at home. He's off, somewhere, with Harold Horton. What you're saying isn't true, daddy. Please sit down and rest. Wait for me!"
She flashed into her room and hastily undressed herself. How she was going to engineer this sacrifice, she wasn't sure. But she knew she had to do something to erase that look of pain on her beloved father's face. And she began by getting into a very short, very sheer nightie and coming back to her dad.
Through his passion of possessiveness and insecurity, all he saw was the voluptuous legs and breasts of a ripe teenager, with her nest of curly brown cunt hair showing as plainly as the aroused nipples of her supper tits. And he could not see it for what it was intended, a mutely offered gift to save him from his terrible hurt, but only as a bribe to quiet him. A confession that he had been right, all along, and that she, a wanton, was fucking her brother and God only knew who else.
He leaped up as she came to him, and hugged her with the same false fervor, and with as little love, as if she had been one of Midville's prostitutes. He even made his voice falsely appealing, saying: "Ah, baby! That's the stuff, baby! Now you're caught, your going to give your dad a little fuck to keep him off your back. And darling brother Brock's back! Well, baby, let's see your stuff."
Trembling, her heart pounding, the young girl let her dad lift her nightgown over her head, confused and fearful, but determined to help him any way she could.
She was breathing fast, and was sexually stirred too, for his talk had left little doubt as to what he thought was right.
She was like a zombie as he led her into her bedroom and put her on her bed, arranging her as she had been when dressed, her lovely, strong thighs apart, her tender young cunt popped partly open, her big, soft boobs lolling along her rib cage.
When he was naked-he had been smiling at her in a strange way, making faces, saying "Ahhh! Lovely!"-he got on the bed and immediately tried to thrust one big, blunt finger into her cunt.
There was a thunder of pain in her as he struck her maidenhead, but it told him nothing. Instead, he sawed up and down and in and out with his fingers, picking up her flowing juice.
She knew now, that her gesture had been misconstrued, that her father took her nakedness not as an offer of love, but a confession and a bribe. A confession that she and Brock were carrying on a sexual affair, and that she was, as he had said, trying to get him off her back. And off of Brock's. But what could she do? How could she argue with a crazy man? Besides, she loved him far more deeply than she had ever loved her mother.
She resigned herself to pain and humiliation, but there was a certain sense of adventure that kept her alert. She knew there was no doubt of what would happen-she would soon get fucked by her father. And she dreaded it, even while her fast beating heart wanted it. Wanted him and feared him. And wanted to get rage and pain out of his dear, tired face.
He must have expected her to be loose and sloppy. After all, he believed her to be a whore, or the next thing to it.
Thus, when he presented his big cock at the leaking portal of her vagina, he simply put it between the trembling lips of membraneous tissue and shoved.
"Goddamn it!" he exclaimed. "Brock must have a small cock, Baby, you're as tight as a virgin! Come on, give your old dad a sweet French kiss! Loosen up a little!"
He continued to grind his cock into her as he brutally rammed his tongue deep into her mouth and one big hand strayed up to seize one of her breasts and give it a jocular and painful squeeze.
Seeing that she could do nothing but comply, and with her love for her father and sympathy for his problems to sustain her, she instinctively fucked up at him, adding her strength to his to clear that stupid hymen out of the way. And all the time, he was shoving and battering away, his heavy loins and powerful back muscles driving his big cock into her with all his strength.
It was too much to expect that a thin wall of membrane could withstand such an assault.
She felt something tear, felt a stab of blinding pain, and he was deeper into her, but hung up. She figured, rightly, that he had broken her hymen and that its remnants held him like a collar over the huge head of his dick. And all the while, his tongue was in her mouth and he was sucking at her tongue as if he meant to pull it out by its roots.
He grunted something unintelligible and banged into her again, and this time he broke through the final barrier. Marianne felt him go all the way into her soft and unused flesh, and in spite of the pain, it was a soaringly triumphant feeling. He was in her all the way!
That cock, which had looked so enormous that she was sure she could never take it, had entered her. I'm a woman, she thought proudly. My cunt took him all in. All of him.
And she hugged him fiercely, hoping that this sacrifice would serve to allay the pain and misery he felt from her mother's flight, presumably with another man, or men. She didn't know what her mother had meant by "achieving her full potential," but she thought it had something to do with sexual exploits. And, as she pumped up to meet the plunge of that big prick, she thought: Daddy's got some kind of a potential, himself.
As long as she had her arms around her dad, and as long as he was taking his pleasure in her young cunt, she moved her hands lovingly up and down his broad back. Although he was a hairy man, his back was as hairless and smooth as her own. But his ass, when she got to it, was rank with dark, thick hair, and it somehow raised her to a higher pitch of heat.
Now that the pain was gone, and the big cock was plumbing her depths, striking every tender cranny in her vagina, she was riding on Cloud Nine. This is so much better than my finger, she thought. Or even Brocky's finger.
The thought of her young brother saddened her. Somehow, in a confusion of love and sympathy, she had thought how sweet it might be to give her virginity to Brock. And now it was too late.
Still, that big cock was beginning to feel good inside her, to do more than assure her of full womanhood. It was rubbing on every little feel-good spot in her cuntal apparatus, and she was fucking up and down on that terrible pole of rigid meat in a burst of sensuality and fulfilled sex.
Her orgasm struck her like a bolt of lightning, and she was ready for it. The dark pain burst into dark beauty as her inner being seemed to overflow and explode in a fiery ball of heat.
Her young ass, tuned to her father's rhythmic lunges, seemed to go wild as she climbed up and down his prick, her virgin cunt responding with all the heat and love in her strong young body.
And with it, as her dad shouted in her ear, she felt his cock grow surprisingly to a larger size, and for the first time, felt the liquid heat of a giant burst of male seed. Again and again, her dad plunged into her, his prick seeming to pierce and stir up the almost tangible burst of cum fire in her twat.
When he stopped pounding into her, and his cock stopped its throbbing shots of sperm, his mood changed. Oddly, having just raped his daughter, he felt singularly lighthearted. To him, it was just a fuck with a pretty girl who was no better than she should be, and whom, he felt certain, he would plug many times in the future.
He was quite boisterous, saying: "Well, old dad hasn't lost the knack, hey? Made you cum like a house afire, didn't I?"
And the white lipped girl, still trembling and flushed from the power of her orgasms and the stretching plunges of the paternal cock in her tight pussy, answered: "Yes, papa. It was very nice, papa."
It was only when the big man grudgingly took his big cock out of the tight and battered cunt, when he saw the gush of bright, freshly virginal blood, that the full impact of his act shook him.
He knelt outside her thighs, just about at her knees, and dumbly looked at his tool, reeking with blood, and at his child's degraded pussy, its light hair smashed down, the puffed lips open to let the damning blood throb out steadily. And his first reaction was automatic, a desire to cover his own vileness.
"What in the hell is this?" he asked, but he knew. "What's that blood supposed to mean-that you're a real virgin? Horseshit, baby! You've been fucking Brock right along. Admit it! Admit it!"
She got up on one elbow with a strange smile on her face.
"I am a virgin, papa." she said. "Or I was until a few minutes ago. And I never did that with Brock or any other man. Never, never, never! All I wanted to do was to help you."
"Help me?" the dazed man shouted. He looked around as if looking for some way to escape. "What do you mean, help me?"
But he knew, now, and he realized what an irrevocably ugly act he had committed. "It was Claire, wasn't it, honey? You knew what she did to me. Claire! God damn you to everlasting hell, you bitch!" he cried, shaking his fist at heaven.
He looked at his daughter's savagely mistreated cunt and made a gesture of repugnance. "Oh, God!" he cried, his face twisted in a new look of pain. "What have I done?"
The girl was practical. She got off the bed and began to pull the coverlet off. "Help me, daddy," she said, "before the blood seeps through onto the blanket and sheets. I'll run it through a cold water soak cycle, so the blood won't stain it."
The man followed her dumbly, doing as she told him, until they got the soiled coverlet and the stained nightie into the wash.
When it was done, the naked man threw himself at his daughter's feet. "Kick me, honey. Walk on me! I've done the foulest thing a man could do! And it was all my rotten mind that made it happen? What can I ever do to make it up to you?"
It was a long moment before Marianne spoke. Blood was still seeping out of her crushed pussy and running down her thighs. She held out her arms to her penitent dad and said: "I know, dad. I know how you must feel: But it was partly my fault. I wanted to make you know I was a virgin. And I guess I did it!"
He walked away from his daughter blindly, in a pain no one should ever suffer. He picked up his clothes, the breath whistling through his teeth. When he came back, dressed, Marianne had sponged the blood and jism off her legs.
Now, she was dressed, too, with a mini-pad stuck to her panties, as she did in the final day of her period. No sense bloodying up her clean white shorts which showed her shape so explicitly. And she wore a gray sweatshirt, a most innocent accompaniment to the sexy shorts.
"There's nothing for me to say, is there, darling?" the man asked miserably. "It's something that I can't ever forgive myself. Never. And you can't forgive me, either. Can you?"
She could not stand the hurt in his voice, in his face.
She ran to him and flung her arms around him. "Daddy, daddy," she whispered. "Don't say that! Girls aren't all that fragile. All of us have to lose it some time. I've had mine longer than most girls my age. I know it's odd to a lot of people. But I love you. And I'd rather give it to someone I love, like you, than to some dummy out on a date. So don't carry it with you all the rest of your life."
She shook his arm and smiled like an angel. He could see the big, soft, firm titties bobble under her sweatshirt. By God, he said to himself, I sucked on those wonderful jugs.
He hugged her again, and this time he felt better, less in imminent danger of being struck dead by a lightning bolt from God. He held her against him, her tits boring into him, and at last, turning her slightly, he squeezed one of them and smiled.
"I only wish," he said, "that you were just another girl-then I could do it again. You really are too tight for a big man like me, even without the maidenhead. But you were wonderful!"
Marianne smiled at him calmly. "Remember, you're the one that's saying-or implying-that we can't ever screw again," she said. "I didn't say it. I liked it. And there's one thing that every girl knows-you never miss a slice off a cut loaf."
He dad stared at her blindly, then laughed a great, Jovian peal of laughter.
"By God," he swore, "you're my daughter, all right! Still," and his face grew somber, "I think I need a drunk to get me over this. Don't mind me, baby. I'll just get quietly drunk and pass out in my room. About food-was there enough ribs and chicken left from last night?"
"Sure, dad," the girl replied. She was still trembling, now that it was all over. She realized that she and Brock had had a narrow escape, but she knew she would never have to fear her dad again after this crazy afternoon. "There's enough," she said. "Are you sure you want to get drunk and pass out?"
He eyed the girl curiously. "Yes, I am," he answered. "But maybe I'll dream of what happened, and it won't be so horrible."
The girl kissed him. "Don't let it be," she said. "I won't."
She ate her cold fried chicken, and ribs heated up, and left plenty for her brother. He had called, saying he was with Harold Horton, and would be home soon. She smiled at the phone tenderly as she kissed him through the phone, and said: "Come home soon, darling. I have something for you."
When he arrived, he was breathless. Some promise in his sister's voice had stirred him, and he had flogged his bike all the way home, jumping curbs like a moto-cross racer, pouring, on the coal.
He hugged her jubilantly, kissing her again and again, squeezing her breasts, running his hand down across the rounded smoothness of her stomach to press on her resilient cunt. "What's up?" he asked. "Dad not coming home again? Wow! Are we going to have some fun again?"
He was so eager that he took one of her hands and pressed it on his cock to show her it was hard.
"I like to've busted my ass getting home," he said. "But what's the poop on dad?"
"He's here," she said calmly. "Drunk in his room, and won't be coming out. Eat your dinner, silly. Don't worry about dad."
She turned to Buzz and hugged her head against her breasts as he sat, eating the last of the dinner. The pressure of her big boobs gave her a swell of warmth and longing in her cunt. She bent and put her hand again on Brock's thigh, feeling for his swollen rod of meat, and found it.
"Tonight," she whispered. "I've decided to, uh, go all the way. I saved it for you, baby," and she wondered why she had told the lie. But I was saving it, her mind said. Papa just got to me ahead of you, dear.
In their big back yard there were three very old, very dense mulberry trees, whose branches swept the kind earth. There was a hammock there, but it wasn't the hammock that Marianne was thinking of, since she was practical, and realized that the curve of a hammock made fucking just about impossible. But there were cushions from an old sofa, covered with dry leaves from the old trees, thick and wide and comfortable cushions, and they made a good bed.
"Outdoors?" Brock asked. He was keyed up to a high pitch, and could not get his mind off his sister's lush body.
Marianne eyed him tolerandy, smiling.
"Neither one of us knows too much about this, I know," she said. "I guess we'll have to just say we love each other enough to allow for ignorance. Right?"
She tenderly took her brother's hard cock out of his pants, and bent over to suck the head into her mouth. "He tastes so good," she whispered, "I just had to kiss him. But I know you really want to stick it in me. In my pussy," she added.
Brock dropped to his knees in front of her, put his arms around the thickness of her thighs and ass, pressing his face into her cunt, which he could smell through the clean shorts.
"Let me take your pants down and suck you right now," he begged. ""Let me eat that wonderful, sweet little pussy again before we fuck."
But Marianne danced away, laughing. I don't want him having my blood for dessert, she thought wryly.
She let him pull the sweatshirt over her head, and he played with her big, bouncy titties.
"I swear to God," he said, "they're bigger than they were yesterday. And the nipples are big and hard. Did just thinking about us fucking, did that make them that way?"
"Never mind, Mister Nosey," she teased him. "Come on, get your clothes off. I'm sort of nervous. Let's get it on!"
She took his prick when he was as naked as she, and held it under one arm, its head resting against the warm softness of one of her breasts.
"Feels sexy," she whispered. "Oh, God, honey, I hope this is the right thing for us to do. I mean, I hope you won't feel terrible about it later. You know I'm giving it to you because I love you, don't you, Buzz?"
He held her against him, kissing her gently on the lips, the cheek, her neck. "Lie down, baby," he whispered. "I'm getting nervous too. Don't you want me to suck you, first? Get a little lubrication going?"
She lay down, pulling him down to mash her breasts. His skin felt smooth and warm, and the pressure on her boobs was great.
"Just put it in, baby," she whispered. "You'll see we don't need any extra juice! OOOOOHHHHH! THAT'S IT!"
He had it in about an inch, and it was so tight he couldn't believe it. But he knew, from last night, that she was a virgin.
"I'm scared I'm going to hurt you," he whispered, and his sister replied: "That's the price we pay. It hurts already, but shove on, it feels good too."
There was a convulsive movement in her cunt which she couldn't control, and it stopped him cold.
That maidenhead, he thought with a surge of sympathy, but also with triumph. And I'm going to get it!
He raised his young loins and bucked against what he thought was the obstruction, but Marianne's vagina was in a convulsion and he groaned. And she was as frustrated as he was.
"Wait a minute," she panted. "That's hurting me too much. Just roll over when I do. Keep it in, and let me get on top. That way, with me controlling the push-and-shove, maybe it'll go in."
They rolled on the wide cushions, and came up with Marianne on top, riding on her brother's thick cock. He was even more excited now, the thought of actually getting a virginity making him drool. Not many guys he knew had ever seen or heard of a maidenhead. Certainly not with their sisters as partners.
And Marianne was right, it was easier. Because it just felt better for her.
She was bruised and sore froms the terrible fucking she had had from her father, and the raw place where her hymen had been ripped by his oversized tool was burning as Brock pressed against it.
But she rose easily, up and down like a jockey, and felt the tight muscle gradually loosen. It was feeling good to fuck, too, since Brock was pressing right against the flesh below her clit, and that was un kin king the muscles.
"All right," she said suddenly, and drove her body's full weight down on the swollen prick. She cried: "That's it," as her tight little pussy slid down all the way, and Brock was into her almost as far as old dad had been.
"Oh, sis," he said brokenly, "you're so wonderful to do this for me." He fucked up into her, striking that hard thing that Miss Mary had called her cervix, and had the adult pleasure of hearing Marianne groan in ecstasy.
He kissed her, tonguing deeply into her sweet mouth, and felt her breasts mash against him as she lay on his body. He could feel her heartbeats in her twat, or thought he could, and he put his hands over her warm, smooth bottom, holding her still while he waited for that heartbeat.
To his great joy, his sister's inner muscles gave him the same kind of milking that Miss Mary's cunt had, and he groaned in luscious ecstasy as his sister's God-given talent made her muscles ripple up and down the stem and head of his cock.
"I'm glad we're out here," he whispered, feeling sweat drop from his sister's face onto his. "I feel like I'm going to holler when I cum, and we don't want to wake dad up, do we?"
Marianne kissed him fiercely.
"Don't worry about dad," she whispered. "He's out of it, dead drunk in his bed, like I told you. Ohhhhh, Buzzie, your peter feels so good in me! So big! Please fuck it into me gently. You know I'm sore."
He squeezed her again, and their mutual sweat made her slide on his body, which caused both to giggle.
"I know you're sore, Marianne," he said, but he was triumphant rather than contrite. "I busted your maidenhead, and I'm sure grateful to you for it!"
He bucked up into her, a series of rapid thrusts, and the girl, ready to cum, put her mouth on his, seeking his tongue.
When she removed it from her mouth momentarily, she gasped: "Fuck me hard, then, Buzz. I'm about to cum. OHHHHHH! THAT'S THE WAY!" she screamed hoarsely, her tight pussy riding up and down on him like some soft, slick fist drenched in lubricant. "FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD, BABY! OOOOOOOOOHHHH! OH, GOD! FUCK ME!"
He could not withstand the wild, tight fucking, his sister's cries, the feel of her boobs being smashed on him. And, above all, the idea of fucking his very own, sweet sister and ripping her maidenhood to shreds with his cock.
He began to cum, shooting his load into her dark tightness, feeling some liquid run down from Marianne and on to his balls. His blasts of hot jism were tearing his balls apart, making the head of his cock ache in triumphant pleasure-pain. And each time he shot a jet of his thick, warm fuck goo into his sister, she responded with unconscious squeezings of his cock with her muscles.
Her big orgasm was sweet and long. Every bit as good, as big as the one with dad, she thought, as her beautiful young ass drove her cunt down so that her mound smashed against Brock's.
When their storm was over, she lay quietly with his thick cock still fat and comfortable feeling. If I haven't bled any, she thought, I'd better have a good story ready.
But she need not have worried. Her cunt was a mass of blood and semen, and Buzz, seeing it, began to cry tears of joy.
"I really did get it," he sobbed, and kissed Marianne again.
As the girl lay with her eyes closed in quiet ecstasy, her body moving every few seconds with the flitting ghost of another cum, she thought: The lie was worth it. I meant him to have it, anyhow, and he's got it.
She felt no anger at her father, only a deep love for both the men in her family. And in her life.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Mary Eaton felt she was growing up.
With the help of Joe Mason and her own common sense, she had paid the spectre of a fearful Victorian conscience, and she was at last glad to be a woman, with a woman's capacity to give love. And to receive it.
She felt open to the world, that the world was friendly and warm, and that the people in it were loving people. She did not see Jason Halverson, the principal of the school, as she helped at the counter. Carry Sloan, the girl who had the flu, was still not able to come in and take her place, and Mary, enduringly cooperative, was glad to fill in for her.
She had on another dress with a top that gave a good view of her big, soft breasts, and she was filled with laughter as she saw that Brock Hensley, Harold Horton, and Joe Mason were all in the line together.
When Harold asked for pie a la mode, she said laughingly: "Sorry I can't put your favorite flavor on that pie, Harold!" and the kid's blush made her laugh.
She had a quip for Brock about the size of the salami, and made all the boys happy by leaning far forward to serve them. And they all took it with the gut laughter of people who are in on a secret.
But Joe, more mature than the two kids, and realizing what Mary might be stirring up in the way of talk, looked around. And his heart sank.
There a few tables away, was "Old Halverson," as he was known to most of the kids, and his protruding, fishy eyes told Jason that Mary had made an error.
When she looked up to serve Joe and the kid with him, he shook his head slightly and inclined his head in the direction of the snoopy principal. His meaning was clear enough to Mary when she looked up suddenly and met Halverson's shifty eyes.
She whispered to Joe: "I don't care, Joe. I'm too happy to worry about a poor fish," but her heart was touched with chill. Halverson's recommendation, or lack of it, had a world of power with the school board, she knew that. And her contract as dietician was due to be reviewed during this semester.
She was a competent person and could have easily found another job. But was settled on this one and, especially now, with Brock and Harold to love, she hated the thought of changing.
The two young boys, who had missed all this by-play, were flattered when Joe sat at the same table and obviously wanted to talk to them. When most of the others at the table left, he inched closer to Harold and, in a whisper, said: "Follow me out to the gym when you're through."
They were fairly bursting with eagerness when they approached the football hero, and Brock asked jauntily: "What's cookin' Joe?" only to feel vague alarm when he replied: "Something bad."
He said: "I don't want you two to think I'm snooping, and I assure you that Miss Mary had nothing to do with me knowing this-I figured it out for myself. But I know you like her, and wouldn't want to get her in trouble, right?"
The two kids, feeling bigger than ever, being admitted to this adult plane by someone like Joe, answered in unison: '"Hell, no!" And Brock, looking angry, said: "What trouble?"
"Now you're talking," Joe said. "I knew you were both good guys. But there's a lot of bad guys around here, and Old Halverson'soneof them. You knew when Miss Mary was leaning over, showing her titties, and kidding with you two guys? I looked around and there was the Old Man, getting an eyeful of Miss Mary's goodies and taking everything in."
"I hear you, Joe," Brock answered. "But what the hell can we do? He can fire Miss Mary, and he can kick us out of school, and doesn't have to tell why. Goddamn it, Joe, we'll have to stay away from Big Mama, and I can't stand that!"
"Just watch out and don't let Old Halverson catch you with Mary, that's all I can say right now," Joe admitted. "Stay cool."
Mary, who felt too good to be angry for very long at anyone, was more amused than frightened when a girl came from the principal's office asking Mary to see Halverson "as soon as possible." She knows that it is his weakness that he could not pursue her openly, that he needed help.
And help she would give him, if he let her.
Jason Halverson got up from his big desk when Mary came in, then thought better of it and sat down, since his cock was poking out against the soft material of his slacks.
"Do you want me to latch the door, Mister Halverson?" Mary asked with a small smile, and the confused man said: "No. Uh, I mean yes. Or no! Yes, that's what I mean. No. Why should I want you to close the door?"
"Mister Halverson," Mary replied. "I saw you today at noon, staring at my boobs. I've watched you for a long time, and I think you are going to threaten me, threaten my job. Right?"
The man stuttered in fury. "Th-th-th-at's a l-l-lie! There are certain rules that have to be obeyed. And if you don't stop breaking them-" he was in obvious distress, and Mary, who now felt better about all men, felt her heart warm to him.
"There could be only two things you can threaten me with," she said kindly. "One is the loss of my job, and I don't think you're prepared to fire me. The other, well, it's more personal. Isn't that right, Mister Halverson? Don't you want my body?"
Out of his misery and frustration, the man sank his face in his hands and sobbed: "YES! I've always wanted you! When your husband died, I, well, I wanted to see you, come to your house. And I never had the guts! But I do want you! More than I can tell!"
In a sort of desperation, he rose and showed his cock straightened and hard in his slacks. "That tells you," he blurted.
"Not enough," Mary said calmly, joyful at having this thing out in the open. "Take it out. Let me feel it. And kiss it."
She felt somehow lighthearted and gay, and a part of it was due to the changes she had allowed to happen-had made them happen-in her character the past few days. With good will to all men, she knew that Halverson could never have brought himself to ask her for what he wanted. And what she wanted to give him.
She came around the desk and, looking up into the man's fearful eyes, began to unfasten his belt. "Don't be afraid," she whispered. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? Oh, my God!" she cried, when the principal's cock sprang out, its head smooth and red from its engorgement of blood. "He's so beautiful!"
She dropped to her knees on the thick carpet and swallowed as much of the big prick as she could. It had been sweating in the man's pants all day, and the humidity of his foreskin had left its own savor. Mary went down on it until most of the head had been forced down into her gullet. She gagged slightly, then the delight and friendliness in her made her laugh.
She stood and kissed Halverson lightly on his lips.
"I know you won't ask me, Jason," she said, "but I think it's better if I lock the door."
She came back to him, then, a happy smile on her face, and took his big cock in her hand. He was still speechless, but he suddenly gripped her in his strong arms and muttered something.
Although she did not understand it, the laughing, carefree woman looked into his face and said: "Of course I will, Jason. You silly boy, that's what I came in here for. To help you. Do you want me on the desk or on the carpet?"
The man was no more amazed than Miss Mary Eaton. She had been a contented wife and a numbed widow for so long that this strange circumstance seemed to follow her new path, the path to a new humanity. And besides, Jason's cock was such a beauty! Its head was a shiny purple-red, its thick foreskin was pure white, and a big blue vein throbbed its message of heat in the white skin.
Since they were in Jason's office, and he might be called upon at any minute, Mary did not take off her dress, but simply laid down on the desk and pulled her skirt up above her titties. She had scorned wearing panties in the light of her new freedom, and now, feeling complete mistress of the situation, she opened her cunt with the forefinger and thumb of her hand and said: "Here it is, Jason! You wanted it. Come and get it!"
The spellbound man moved between Mary's generously formed thighs, holding his dick in his hand. When he got its head just an inch from the parted lips of the wet, shining pussy, he said: "Mary, Mary! I always wanted you! Can this really be happening?"
His face was so tense, so white, that Mary's tender heart made her touch the big prick, hold it in her hand, and reply: "Just stick it in Jason. Or let me help you. Don't be so frightened, it's not going to kill you!"
She saw his face change as the peter slowly started to part her cunt lips and sink into her vagina. She could not repress a groan of pleasure as the big, hard organ almost split her. Her body moved an involuntary movement, trying to accommodate her cunt to the big bar of meat, and the man lunged forward with his pelvis.
Mary's thighs were out almost at right angles to her torso, her cunt fully spread, and it was a gorgeous sight to the inhibited school man. White skin of her belly, laced with blue veins. Darker skin, showing through the rich tangle of dark cunt hair. Red lips, strained by the size of his cock. And finally, the sheen of slick, clear cunt juice, leaking from the inner lips, lubricating the tight fuck sheath for him.
"Oh, Mary," he moaned as he slowly drew back and thrust into her again. "Oh, Mary! How good! And to think I called you in here with some stupid idea of blackmailing you into giving me what you're giving me of your own sweet will. It's so good for me, dear Mary! Tell me, is it good for you?"
She lifted her legs and put them around the man's waist. She used her strength to draw him closer, to drive his cock deeper into her strained and swollen pussy. This was bigger than Joe Mason's, hotter than Harold's or Brock's. Her good deed was having its returns, and her inner muscles played up and down the strong prick with its big head.
With a pulling-pushing motion of her legs and hips, she contrived a rhythmic pattern for both of them, and felt her inner self glow as the rasp of the oversized prick rammed in, pulled out.
"OOOOOOOHHHHH!" she choked in a muted scream. "JASON! FUCK IT INTO ME, don't MAKE ME DO ALL THE WORK! FUCK ME, JASON! OOOHHHH! SLAM IT INTO ME! THAT'S THE WAY, BABY! NOW YOU'RE FUCKING! KEEP ON, JASON! DEEPER, DEEPER, DEEPER! OH, GOD, SHOOT YOUR STUFF IN ME! I'M CUMMING! I'M CCCUUUMMMMMMIIIINNNNNGGGGGG!"
The long, wailing cry came out loud and clear in the quiet of the big office, but Jason did not worry. He couldn't. All this lovely fucking had had its effect, and his balls wrenched and knotted with the power of his load as they strove to shoot it.
He got his big hands around Mary's thighs and pulled her to him, holding her body helpless, her cunt wildly jerking around his pole while he pumped his seed into her.
When the last of his seed had throbbed out into the still spasming cunt of his school's dietician, he seemed to droop, and backed away, his softening cock leaving its trail of slime along Mary's inner thighs, and on the desk.
Enjoying the heat inside her as the last echoes of her big cum washed throbbingly through her cuntal system, Mary drew her legs up on to the desk and lay on her side. From where he sat, drained and emotionally exhausted, Halverson could see her darkly furred cunt lips pouting. From between them there were big gouts of his pearly white semen slowly oozing out, and the thick, hairy lips moved in reflex.
He could not stand it. Mary's honesty, her good humor and straightforwardness had made a change in Jason, too. He dropped on his knees beside her as she lay on her side on the desk, and kissed deeply into the wet hairs and pulpy flesh of her cunt.
When she murmured: "Thanks, dear," and slowly opened her thighs, he kissed up and down them, licking away the snail-trails of jism he had left on the smooth flesh.
He moved her slightly, so that she was again on her back, and placed her feet on his shoulders. Her ass was very near the edge of his massive desk, and the pressure opened her cunt so that he could lick deeply into the slick and reddened labia.
The taste of his jism acted as an aphrodisiac, so that he dived into her open pussy again and again, purring like a pussycat as he recovered his own spent seed.
As he gobbled and sucked, Mary's body slowly began to grow warm again, her cunt, unbidden, throbbed and glowed with a new and even more pagan beat.
"Give me your cock, Jason," she demanded. Get around here by my head. I want that lovely juice from you and me!"
He held her head with both hands as she lay on her side, her legs again drawn up on the desk, and sucked his prick. It was hard to believe that such a thing of beauty and love could happen to him, whose quest had been for dominance based on blackmail.
"Mary, oh, Mary!" he moaned as the slick tongue roved over and around the head of his cock. "Oh, Mary, how sweet you are!"
She finished up her paper work for the day, after promising the lustful principal that this would not be the last time he could stick his cock into her.
"That's a promise! That's a promise!" he kept saying, like a schoolboy, kissing her titties as she tried to get her dress down over them.
"Okay, Jason," she laughed. "It's a promise. But I have to go home, now. And I think we should find a better place. I feel like I'm in a goldfish bowl, here in your office."
She heard the staccato bark of her motorized lawnmower as she drove into her driveway, and saw Joe, amiably sweating in the warm sun as he pursued the mower around and about on her lawn.
He came over and stuck his head in the car, sniffing and grinning. "I smell the sweet aroma of hot cunt," he announced. "Jesus, Miss Mary, you're just the most."
He followed the car as she drove into her big, old-fashioned garage and turned off the ignition switch.
His cock was hardening, as it had been ever since he saw her at noon. He wanted to ask her if Halverson had bugged her, but decided to keep it down where the principal was concerned. No point in bothering Mary with his fears for her.
When she opened the door and swung her feet out toward him, the big young man plunged his finger as deep into her twat as it would go in this position, wiggling it while Mary clung to him.
She was hot from the fuck with Principal Halverson and with his final act, and her pussy was greasy with his cum and hers. But she opened her thighs wider and wider to Joe Mason, and at last got partly out of the car so that his finger could go deeper and deeper into her, where cum nerves were twisting and writhing, and where all of her heat was focused in the inner walls of her cunt.
While he was finger fucking Mary, who stood first on one foot and then the other, moaning in pleasure, she was fishing in his pants for his jock.
When she found it and brought it out, the big boy-a man really, laid her down on the seat of the car.
His cock was exactly the right height from the floor to go into her smoothly and easily, and he cursed in joy as her busy cuntal muscles nipped at his prickhead as he drove it deep.
He was kneading her breasts through her dress when the well built woman went into a frenzy of cumming, a residue of the heat she had built up during and after Halverson's fuck, when he was eating his cum out of her pussy, bit by bit.
Laughing, Joe was fucking into her as hard as he could, but it somehow wasn't going right. He was hitting the right spots to pleasure Mary, obviously, but it wasn't giving him what he wanted and needed for a cum. Even when he got his hands under her ass cheeks and lifted her, holding her as if she were an inanimate piece of liver and he was jerking off with her, it still didn't give him the rub, the good feeling he knew was there.
He held her and let her squirm as she cried: "HOOOOBOY! WHAT A FUCK! POUR THE PETER TO ME, JOE! OH, GOD, HOW MARVELOUS! YOUR COCK IN MY HORNY OLD CUNT! OOOOOOOHHHH! FUCK ME, BABY!"
He held her while she squirmed in cum joy and then, as she fell loose and relaxed, he turned her over and set her on her hands and knees.
She was too sated by her big cum to remain as he put her, but went to the car seat with her elbows, her head resting on her hands, while her sensational ass came down on her heels.
It made both her pussy and her asshole stand out between her ass cheeks, again, just the right height, and her crouching position was sensually tempting, signifying her helplessness, her willingness for anything.
For a moment, Joe pressed the head of his cock against Mary's asshole, causing that brown ring of wrinkled flesh to close tightly in desperate haste, but he laughed. For now, he would take her cunt and be glad of it.
He slowly inserted the big tool in the stretched pussy, while Mary moaned her joy. Now he was rubbing against her cervix, brought back near the cuntal entry by her position. The reddened inner lips, filled with hot blood, protruded around the stem of his cock, and the hairy outer lips, framed by the beauty of the woman's ass, made a gorgeous picture.
Joe fucked into the seemingly passive cunt, but Mary's inner self was busy with the joyfully gripping muscles that lipped around his pole. I could just stand still, right here in my tracks, and Mary'd give me a gorgeous fuck, he thought.
But he thought of her, and how it must feel to her tender insides to have this tube of meat and gristle boring into her with soft, greasy precision.
"Is that position very comfortable, Miss Mary?" he asked. "If it is, I can carry you into the house, and fuck you there."
"NOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOO!" Mary's voice was hoarse and pleading. "JUST FUCK! JUST KEEP ON! OH, JOE, THIS IS GORGEOUS! WONDERFUL!"
Her body now began to tremble, all over, and the bodily trembling, echoed in the darkness of her vagina, was giving Joe a new dimension in fuck pleasure.
He knew that Miss Mary was about to cum again, and he wanted that, because now he was close to the edge of a big cum, and he delighted in the idea of shooting his load into her cunt while he was riotously shooting its own load and eating his dick.
He reached under her and began to massage her titties, smiling to himself as each squeeze of the sensitive flesh made the woman's body lurch back against him. His slacks and shorts were down around his ankles, and the sight of her copious cunt juice on his cock, and running down into the dark bush of hair that in normal circumstances was above her pussy, added to his heat.
The warm, firm softness of her breasts, smoother even than her beautiful rump, felt so good to his hands that he leaned farther into the car, and shoved one hand inside her dress, pawing the soft, warm bare flesh, pinching the hard nipple.
The thick, strong smell of her cunt, turned halfway inside out as he dragged his heavy cock out of her, was a silent but strong voice in the nerve centers of his fuck system, telling him to be ready, that this was the finest fucking a man ever had, that he should not hold back the boiling charge of semen harbored in his balls, but should be ready to blow it.
He was panting harder, and he was expressing his feelings in a choked voice: "OH, GOD, MISS MARY, YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL! OH, LADY, WHAT A TREMENDOUS FUCK YOU ARE! IT'S TOOOO GOOOOOOD! I WANT TO SHOOT MY WAD UP YOUR CUNT! DROP MY LOAD INSIDE YOU! DARLING MISS MARY! I'VE ALWAYS WANTED YOU! ALWAYS WANTED TO FUCK YOU! TO DRIVE MY COCK AS DEEP AS IT'LL GO! OOOHHHHHHHHH! OOOOOOOOOOOHHHH! CUM ON, BABY! CUM ON! LET OLD JOE HAVE IT!"
He was aware in spite of his mind's deep concentration on the fruit of his own nuts, that the woman s body was equally ready. He felt his balls discharge their hot load up the tube in his cock, felt his tool swell in the tightness of that delightful cunt.
And Mary Eaton felt it, too, and her second burst of cumming wracked her body as she crouched, unable to move under Joe's weight. But at least she was free to cum, to let her darkly brilliant fires of orgasm shoot out around that big cock.
She was screaming in accompaniment to Joe: "AAAIIIIEEEEE! AAAIIIIEEEEE! IT'S CUMMING AGAIN! OH, JESUS MY SAVIOR! OH, GOD, IT'S SO GOOD! FUCKEE, FUCKEE, FUCKEE! OH, JOE, FUCK ME HARD! DRIVE IT INTO ME, JOE! OHHHHH, I'M CUUUUMMMMIIIINNNNGGGGGGG!"
He held her by her plump, strong thighs, held her while his cum juice shot into her fluttering cunt, and watched the big; pearly white drops of his seed pump out around his cock.
The lovely and generous woman's ass was wet and shining with her sweat, and again that sharp woman smell, the perfume of a hot pussy and a hot woman, made him giddy with pleasure.
With a deep desire to repay this woman for the kindness she had done him, he let his prick come out as he sank to his knees, his face buried between the cheeks of her ass.
It was not Joe's thing to eat his own jism, but he knew how greatly this marvelous woman had dared, generously giving him all of her warm, active body as she had.
His nose was pressed directly into her brown and wrinkled anus as he sucked violently on her hole, running his tongue into it as deep as he could force it. There was the characteristic taste of jism, mixed with the unfailingly beautiful sharpness of cunt gravy. He still held her by her thighs, but it was no longer a grip to restrain her, but his big hands on the smoothness of her skin to reassure her.
And he could hear her venting her happiness.
"OH, JOE BABY, THAT'S SO SWEET! SUCK ME, YOU DARKING! OH, THAT'S SO GENTLE, JOEY, SUCH A NICE, WARM FEEL! SUCK EASY, DARLING, THAT'S THE WAY! OH, JOE, I LOVE YOU SO! IT'S SO GOOD!"
When Joe got up, laughing, and dusted the knees of his Levi's, Mary slowly backed out of her car. Her dress, for some reason, remained hiked up around her ample hips and her lovely ass was bare in all its rounded beauty.
Joe hugged the woman to him and put his big hands down around and behind her, pulling at the twin globes of warm flesh, making Mary laugh.
She clung to him, feeling his big cock, still more or less stiff, pressing against her sweated belly. She put her hand down and cradled his enormous balls, holding them gently.
"Oh, thank you, Joe," she whispered. "That was so wonderful! What a lovely thing to come home to! And now, come in the house and let me clean up your prick and suck these lovely balls. You will, won't you, please, Joey?"
He kissed her, his tongue going deep into her mouth, giving her the raunchy, lovely taste of sperm and cunt ooze.
When he came up for air he said: "Later, lady! I'm getting paid to mow this lawn. Something happened to me yesterday to keep me from it. I don't want to get fired."
She kissed the head of his cock, reveling in the taste of the wholesome juices on it, and said: "Well, as soon as you're through, come in and I'll give you something nice!"
He playfully spanked her on her bare ass and said: "Fine! I'll be there. But you better pull your dress down or somebody else will see that stuff I love so well."
CHAPTER EIGHT
There may not be a domino theory in sex, but there is no doubt that one thing often leads to another. If it had not been for Harold and Brock, Joe would never have had his flight of boldness. If it had not been for Mary, Brock might never have had the confidence to approach his sister as he did. And certainly, but for his suspicions of Marianne and Brock, Mack Hensley could never have subjected his daughter to rape.
Once it gets started, it is not easy to stop. But who would want to stop anything so deep-down lovely as fucking?
On this bright Saturday, Mary Eaton had no alarm clock to wake her, and she luxuriated in a little extra sleep.
She was awake under her light cover, her gorgeous body stretching and coming back to warm life. It was fun to think of her cunt as having so much adventure, so much love, during this past week. She felt it tenderly, pleased with its warmth and slickness as she daintily ran a couple of fingers into herself, pleased also with its immediate response.
"I could almost cum just by touching my clit a little," she whispered in high glee.
She crammed her fingers inside her cunt, twisting them around as few men ever twist their cocks, and enjoyed the lively feel she got from the first three inches of her twat. She was now breathing rapidly, and her body, unbidden, had begun to hunch and push back, exactly as she would have done against a cock.
She was within a second or two of cumming when she heard the tentative sound of feet on her porch, followed by the chime of her door bell.
From her bedroom's bay window, she looked to see, and was immediately swept by a more tender heat.
Harold Horton! That timid lad, bold enough to come right to her front door on a Saturday morning, to ring her bell!
To make his day start right, she shed her nightie before going to the door, and the boy, dumfounded at first, was all eyes, all smiles, all eagerness when the radiantly nude woman appeared.
He eyed her all over-the big, heavy breasts with their nipples already hard from Miss Mary's finger-fucking, the smooth, warm belly with its triangular decoration of dark cunt hair.
Like a sleepwalker, he opened the door and came in, bold enough to grab Miss Mary before he was asked, hot enough to have a neat hard-on to press against her warmth and softness.
"Darling!" the woman exclaimed. "You're like an answer to a prayer! Feel my pussy. See how warm and slick it is? Put your fingers inside it. OOOHHH! Harold, you have lovely fingers! But wouldn't you like to shove your cock in there?"
He was overjoyed at her light tone, exactly what he needed to dispel the last of his shyness.
When he withdrew his dripping fingers from the warm depths of her cunt, he licked them carefully, grinning at Miss Mary as he swallowed this little unexpected treat.
"Yes'm, I would," he said. "I'd like to do everything. You know I'd rather eat your pussy than anything else in the world. And I sure like to have you suck me off, too. But fucking is just as nice. And then, when I shoot my jism into you, I can suck it out for you, like I did before. Would you like that?"
With her wonderful breasts rising and falling in her heat, and a fuck flush spreading over her smooth body like a rash, she said: "That's the prettiest speech I ever heard, and the nicest things to do. Come on, baby. You may notice the smell of pussy in my bedroom." She giggled like a school girl and squeezed the boy's hand. "I was fooling around with myself a little, and I expect I leaked some juice out of my silly old cunt."
She helped him get his Saturday clothes off, and held the warm, naked boy against her, mashing her titties against him. He was tall for his age, as tall as Mary, and she felt his hard cock pressing at the lips of her snatch. Playfully, she lifted one leg and put it on the window seat of her bedroom's bay window, and felt the indescribable smoothness and heat of the hard peter. She rubbed against it, building warmth in her fuck system, enjoying that delicate rub of smooth skin on smoother membrane, realizing that it would be a simple matter to push the head down and wriggle her pussy around it.
But she remembered something.
Joe had not, in spite of his big talk, gone on and finished doing the lawn. Instead, they had spent the rest of the afternoon-and Joe's jism-on the bed. Amd Joe would be coming by almost any minute to finish his chores.
All very well if Joe simply went to the garage and got the lawnmower and started mowing. But Mary knew he wouldn't. She was learning, thank God, that boys large and small were able to regain their peter power overnight. Much more likely that Joe would swing up on to the porch and come in without even knocking.
She was hot as she had ever been, but her mind worked clearly. She held Harold against her, feeling his hands steal over her firm, warm ass, and said: "We'll do a stander-upper'"
The boy was delighted. The slang term furnished him with an adequate idea of what they would do, and he was anxious to try it. In fact, he put his hands down between them, attempting to get Mary's thick, hairy cunt flaps parted.
But she said: "Now wait just a second. I want to be able to see out the window. Okay? So I stand here, with my right foot on the window seat. See how beautifully that opens my cunt up for your peter to go into it? OOOHHH! I want you so bad, baby! When I start to cum, hang onto me and don't let me get away. I want your dear fuck stick inside me all the way."
He bent to watch as Mary pulled back the outer cunt lips, his heart beating, his cock jerking. Surely it would slide in easily, her pussy was so full of the sweetly slimy juice.
When she said: "Ready!" he walked up to her, put his chin on her smooth shoulder, and watched in the mirror as the woman took his cock in her hand, rubbed it up and down momentarily in her sweet flow to lubricate, and then whispered: "Now!" Once more, he saw most of it in the mirror-the thick lips closing around his cock, himself sinking into that slick, hot pudding of vein-reddened cunt flesh.
As his cock slid into Mary's twat, seeming to go deeper in this odd position, the young boy felt the quick, hard rub of her cervix, since gravity had pushed it near the front of her cunt. There was a great warmth not only surrounding his pecker, but seeming to glow around his nuts as well. Every time he pushed his dick into her slippery, gripping channel, his young balls were forced into the space immediately below.
It was the simplest of positions-all that one needed to do was hang on and make fucking motions. Because Mary was more or less anchored with one foot firmly planted on the window seat, she was a little more secure-and their joining more secure-than if she had simply stood up with her legs wide apart. And young Harold held her around the waist, so that he could rub his chest against her phenomenal titties.
There was a "slurp-slurp" noise coming from the jointure of cunt and cock, the happy sound of a hard rod of meat going into and out of a juicy cunt, and Mary, who had long ago forgotten the peculiar joys of a stand,-up fuck, was getting a terrific rub on both the top and bottom rim of her cuntal entrance. And plenty of feeling from her clit, too, which felt as if it were standing out like a tiny prick.
"You're doing me so wonderfully, Harold, darling," gasped Mary. "Going oh, so deep into me! OOOOOHHHH! PUSH IT IN! What a wonderful lover you turned out to be! WOW! OOOHHH! SHOVE IN, SHOVE IN! Oh, my dear, let me hang on to you for a second; you've got me ready to cum already!"
Her breath was as sweet as a baby's, and Harold boldly put his mouth to hers. She sucked in his tongue, and something inside her vagina seemed to turn over, gripping the boy tightly.
He lunged against her, pushing her slightly off balance, and as she stumbled, the rub on her clit was completed, and she began to cum. The feeling seemed to rip her belly apart, it was at once so sharp and so delightful, and she clung to the tall boy's broad shoulders and dragged him down to the window seat with her.
"OHHHHH! OHHHHH!" Her voice was cracked with passion. "KEEP IT IN, DARLING! KEEP ON FUCKING ME! OHHHHH! OHHHHH! WHAT A WONDERFUL, MARVELOUS FUCKER!"
Her ass was as busy as her voice, and she was pushing up off the chintz cushions, engulfing young Harold's prick completely with each upward thrust.
At the zenith of her orgasm, when all the power of her back muscles was driving her up at the boy, she felt his cock grow fantastically inside her, then felt the long, boiling hot streams of semen washing out the inside of her cunt, filling her vagina to the stretching point as his cock slammed into her.
"MMMMMM! MMMMMM!" His cries were wordless grunts. "UNNHHHHHH! UUNNNNHHHHHH!" And then, as his cum continued to flow, he said: "OH JESUS, MISS MARY! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!"
He bent and rubbed his sweated face between the older woman's titties, catching a nipple in his lips, hanging onto it while he sucked the swollen nubbin of creased flesh. The taste of her sweat was like an aphrodisiac, and his only regret was that he could not fuck again immediately.
It was then that he looked out the window and said: "Good Lordy! There's old Joe Mason, just driving into your yard!"
The boy made no protest of prior claims when the woman pushed him into her clothes closet. After all, he was only a kid. Miss Mary and Joe were grown ups.
He wondered why, although it was probably because he was bare-ass naked, and that wouldn't have looked so good. One thing that did intrigue his mind for a second or two-why was Miss Mary running to the front door and her naked, too, as naked as Harold was. One other thing tickled him-the nice lady was carrying a big load of his jism in her warm cunt.
He didn't have long to worry about why Mary had run out to the door in her birthday clothes. He heard Joe say: "Just what the doctor ordered for a guy with falling of the peter. Hey, Miss Mary, how come you look as hot as I feel?"
Hidden in the closet, with the door open a few inches-"so you won't suffocate, my dear,"-Harold heard her answer: "I slept in, Joey, because it was Saturday. And I guess it was too warm under the covers."
Harold shrank back in the dark of the closet as he watched Joe suddenly begin taking off his clothes. He was laughing.
"Last night, I tried to do too much, Miss Mary," the big guy said laughingly. "Now, I want to show you that that was only a temporary condition."
He stood up and let Mary slide his slacks and shorts down, and felt a moment of anger when the sweet faced woman lipped Joe's cock, swallowing it, obviously sucking on it, and smiling up at him. But the anger vanished in the interest and heat of the voyeur.
And Mary, laughing, with never a glance at the closet door, said: "You'll find it's even easier than usual to get into me, Joe, dear. I'm always extra juicy in the mornings. OOOOOOHHH! LOOK AT HIM!" she cried, putting a hand on the man's cock. "Why is he so big and hard, Joey? Are you going to stick all of that hot, hard meat into me? I'll never be able to take it!"
She sprang on to her bed and Joe, now naked, rolled on in pursuit. Harold saw the flesh of Miss Mary's thick lipped twat, saw his white juice lodged in the dark cunt hair, and thought: How could that big guy not notice she's been fucked?
But Joe was too interested in getting a little of that pussy for himself. He made a lunge at the woman, and grabbed her by one ass cheek, and she rolled under him, spreading her lovely thighs wide, taking hold of the guy's big dong.
"Put it in me easy, Joe," she said hotly. "I'm still sore from that going over you gave me last night. OOOOHHHHH! Thank God I've got all that slick juice in me; you'd rip me open!"
Joe was already fucking, a tense look on his face. Harold could see the tension abate, though, as the big guy wallowed with his dick buried in the warm, slick folds of Mary's pussy.
From his post in the closet, Harold could watch the big prick, now beginning to turn red from heat and friction, as it pulled out and went in. A hot sight.
He still had all the delicious scent from Mary's cunt on his peter, and he imagined he could smell it even stronger, with big Joe Mason basting Miss Mary's cunt so liberally.
He saw them kiss, saw them move their faces in passion, saw their throat muscles move as they tongued.
I must look like that when Big Mama and I kiss, he thought excitedly. When I suck her tongue and she sucks mine. He turned his mind again and thought of another picture-when she sucks on my dick and I'm shooting my jizz down her throat.
The thought brought his cock up standing, and he was aware of the perfume that Big Mama always wore, coming from some under-garments hanging on the closet rod.
In a flush of heat, he pulled one of these garments, a sheer nightie, off its hanger and put it around his hard-on. It felt almost as silken smooth as Big Mama's skin, and he stroked it back and forth, keeping his eyes glued to the crack, watching Mary and Joe fucking.
There was a sudden shift of the couple on the bed, and Joe said: "I can't stand it, Miss Mary, I've got to eat your pussy!"
He dragged his cock out of the woman's tight fuck hole, and slithered his big body around so that he faced the long -haired cunt, which was wide open.
"Baby, I sure churned you up," Joe exclaimed. "Your lovely pussy is all lathered up. Look out, pussy, I'm diving in!"
From his own viewpoint, Harold could see quite as well as if he had been in the room with the sixty-nining pair. The light was good, and the mirror on the opposite side of the bed enabled him to see everything perfectly.
The widow was busy cleaning the sweet mixture of his-and-her fuck juice off the heavy cock, and Joe, a hungry look on his face, was using his fingers to hold the delightful cunt open.
"Miss Mary, this is a feast," the man said fervently. "Look at those shiny, swollen inner lips! And look at that goo! Baby, you sure weren't kidding when you said you were extra juicy in the morning! And my cock stirred it to a froth!"
"Mmmmmm!" the woman said, taking the hard prick out of her mouth for a moment. "I'm tasting it now, Joe," she said softly. "It tastes as good as it looks."
The boy in the closet felt his hard-on grow and throb. He was very close to losing his load, and the soft rub of the fine fabric in the nightie, plus the delicate but sexy scent of Miss Mary's perfume increased his heat.
He heard Joe's spluttering laugh, and the mirror showed him the football hero's face, framed in Big Mama's thighs, his mouth slick and shiny from his dive into that lathered pussy.
He's eating my cum, the boy thought with triumph. He's taking a wet deck from me, and he's eating it! Wow!
The mirror showed him, Miss Mary's beautiful back, her rounded ass cheeks, divided by Joe's strong hands as he held her cunt open. He could even see the reddened inner lips which Joe had called "swollen," and the description was accurate. And he could see from his side, too, as the big guy sucked and licked in the jism pussy.
He could sense that the two were coming to a climax. Joe was thrusting his cock down Miss Mary's throat, and she was holding it in her fist from time to time, attacking the swelled head with her pointed tongue, occasionally licking the big balls.
Both were groaning in pleasure, and young Harold, his fist made softly luxurious by the folds of the nightgown, was stroking his cock in unison with their moans.
He heard Miss Mary cry: "KEEP SUCKING, JOEY! THERE! THAT'S THE SPOT! OH, JOEY, DARLING, IT'S SO LOVELY! UUUNNNHHH! OH, MY GOD! SUCK ON, JOEY! SUCK ON!"
Harold watched in awe as the strongly built woman squirmed in the strong man's grasp, slamming her cunt against his face. As he looked, he saw the widow grab at the big cock, saw it shoot a long, white rope of pale semen across the room, where it splattered on the mirror, and heard Joe yell: "GRAB IT!"
Miss Mary's mouth stopped screaming and rounded to a large pink "O".
And the slick, warm, silken nightie seemed to come alive as Harold's young cock, too hard for too long, began to pour its load of boyish jism into its soft folds.
It was a marvelous cum for the boy. He had seen what few men ever see-a mature couple fucking without fear or guilt, known to one but unknown to the other. It would have been a cock-busting sight for anyone. To a fourteen year old kid, new to the world of sex, it was a profoundly marvelous experience.
He watched with interest undrained as Big Mama licked up the drops of Joe's cum that had gathered at the corner of her mouth. Some of the rich, nutritious seed had dripped off on her breasts, and this she scooped up with a finger, transferring it to her mouth with a smile of delight.
Harold saw the woman's breasts, swollen as they always were after a big cum, and sucked in his breath as Joe took one of the hardened nipples in his mouth. He saw muscles move in Joe's throat, saw his cheeks sink in, and knew the big fellow was putting the full power of his lip suction on the sensitive titties.
He lay back luxuriously in a pile of soft clothes that smelled of Big Mama. He must have gone to sleep, for the next thing he knew, there was a finger in his ribs, tickling him, and a cheery voice saying: "Wake up, sleepy head! You missed the show!"
Harold scrambled up, blushing. "I saw it, all right," he said. "But I'm afraid I got one of your nightgowns dirty. I'm-I just just couldn't help it, Miss Mary," he declared. "I was so hot that I, well, I jerked off in it. It was so soft, and it smelled like you. I hope I didn't ruin it!"
The gorgeous woman grasped him to her soft breasts. "Don't think of it," she said warmly. "I just wish that every gown I own, every dress, had a big, beautiful boy's jism all over it! I'd love to roll in boy-juice every day and every night!"
She sucked his prick for the final remnants of his sticky discharge, making small sounds of pleasure and rolling her eyes.
Harold sat on the bed, looking down at her dark head as she licked his dick, and reached down to stroke and squeeze the big pillows of soft tit flesh.
"You mean that, Big Mama?" he asked her. "That you can't get enough fucking. Or can't get too much?"
She looked up at him, wiping her chin, and grinned.
"Of course I mean it, honey," she answered him. "You know I'm a hot woman, don't you? Well, I was married for a lot of good years to a man who loved to fuck. After he died, I seemed to shrivel up inside. For a year. And for the last month, I've been awake again, hungry for men again, and starving."
She looked off in the distance to the gladly forsaken picture of a terrible time, then looked up at Harold and smiled.
"That's why I went sort of crazy when I heard you and Brock talking, and realized you were talking about me," she said softly. "I thought of your sweet, hard young dicks, I thought of them being in me, and I just sort of lost my mind."
She reached for his cock again and stroked it.
"In some ways, I felt sorry that you had to see what I did with Joe. But you must know that I want more of that wonderful stuff than you and Brock and Joe can furnish. I'll never get enough of it! Never!"
The boy looked at her gravely, with understanding and compassion, and his voice was tender when he said: "Can I help you, Big Mama? I know one guy who's just like me and Brock-he never had any pussy in his life. He's thirteen, almost fourteen, and he's sure got a nice cock." He blushed. "Don't worry, I haven't been playing with it. It's just that he and I are good friends, and we talk about fucking a lot. And jerk off together, sometimes."
She eyed the boy seriously.
"You know that we could all get in serious trouble if anyone talked, don't you, Harold?" she asked. "If anyone talked."
"Don't worry about that," Harold declared positively. "He's so crazy to bust out that he'd be your slave for life. And besides, I'm the only one he talks to about sex!"
CHAPTER NINE
When the timid knock came at her door, Mary got up smiling and opened it to the two boys.
Harold was all smiles, the other, a tall, slight kid with freckles, almost had to be dragged in.
"This is Jack Carter, Miss Mary," Harold said, "he's the guy I told you about. But you know what the ninny wanted to do? He wanted to back out. Come on, Jack. Say hello to Big Mama."
The kid gulped and turned a rosy red.
"Hullo," he muttered, and then, as if in desperation, said: "This isn't my idea, Miss Mary. Don't go blaming this on me? It was all old Bigmouth Harold's idea. And I want to go home."
But Mary was too interested in this new boy to permit him to leave. He was well grown, in spite of his slender frame. Her Uncle John had been slender. "Wiry," he called it. But in his youth, he must have been much like Jack Carter. And he had had a great cock.
She went to the boy and put her arm over his shoulders.
"Why are you worried, Jack?" she asked simply. "If what Harold tells me about you is true, I think I'd like to know you better."
She ran her arm down so she could hug the skinny kid around the waist, and glanced at him sideways.
He was breathing hard, and there was a large lump in the front of his Levi's, soft and pale from many launderings.
"Remember, Jack," the woman said softly, "I have something to worry about, too. If I'm what Harold tells you I am, and we do what Harold said we would do, you could get me into all sorts of trouble, just by talking too much to the wrong people."
"I won't talk, Miss Mary, honest to God I won't," the slim kid said in a rush. "But I'm nervous and scared. You don't know what-all Harold told me. About you and him, I mean."
Mary had watched Jack's face, and had seen him gazing at her breasts from the corner of his eyes. He was absorbed in her breasts, and she said softly: "What did Harold tell you, Jack? Did he tell you that he has played with my breasts? Here, look at them, Jack. Do you like my breasts? Would you like it better if I called them titties? Here, give me your hand."
She took the boy's limp hand where if hung by his side, and placed it on the fullness and warmth of one of the fine breasts.
The boy's body stiffened and he closed his eyes, but Mary held his hand in contact with her boob, and at last he gave it some pressure, just a gentle squeeze, but noticeable.
"There, now, Jack," the woman said kindly, "that didn't hurt anything, did it? Did Harold tell you that he and I get naked, and have all kinds of fun? We do, you know. Have you ever seen a grown up lady all naked, and not caring if you looked at her? Please tell me, Jack! Do you want to see me that way? All naked, I mean, with my titties hanging loose, and all the hair on my pussy and under my arms? And with me lying on my back, with my legs spread apart so you can see better?"
She squeezed him around the waist, then reached down with her other hand and stroked his cock through his faded old jeans. She winked at Harold over Jack's shoulder, and nodded to the door.
Getting the boy into the bedroom was easy. It was as if Mary's plain talk had worked some sort of magic on him, and his face had lost its desperate look as he let Miss Mary lead him.
As he watched, Miss Mary slowly began to undress. As her dress came open at the back, she asked Jack to pull her zipper down, which he did, acting like a zombie.
But, when the dress came off, leaving her gorgeous breasts bouncing and jiggling, and he could see the darkness of her pubic hair through her white nylon panties, the boy's face lit up.
He reached out and tentatively stroked one of the firm, soft boobs, and looked at Harold with a real grin on his face. The he looked back at Miss Mary.
"Wow!" he ejaculated softly. "Old Horton wasn't kidding, after all!" He looked strained again, then asked: "What about me? Am I supposed to get naked too?"
Harold slapped his friend on the shoulder. "Yeah," he said, "just like me! And don't fool around, hear? Let's get it on!"
They were like large, clawless kittens after that.
When all three were completely bare, Mary hugged Jack and patted him on his fat prick, which was long and slender, like its owner.
When they were all on the big bed, hugging and kissing and touching, Mary said: "Jack, would it make you feel better if you watched me and Harold do something first? Harold, you never have put it between my titties, have you? Maybe we can all try something new. Here, get a-straddle of my chest. OOOOOH! You're a good, solid boy, Harold! Let me take your cock. There, that's it. Now I'll show you the rest. Move forward just a little."
She pressed her soft, smooth breasts to make a tightly fitting tunnel of living flesh over Harold's prick, but she kept her eyes on Jack.
He was looking, in high interest, at what was happening with her boobs, and she said to Harold: "Rest most of your weight on your knees, baby, and push your cock toward my mouth. There, that's it! Wow! Shove again! Come as far forward as you can-don't worry about mashing my boobs. They like it! OOOOOOFFF!"
The ejaculation came out as Harold's long prick, its foreskin peeled back by the smooth tit-flesh, went directly into Mary's lips, sinking into her mouth three or four inches.
She nibbled with her lips on the taut red head of the boy's peter, and saw that Jack was on hands and knees, watching. And at the touch of his cock in her mouth, to say nothing of the pressure on her breasts, the woman felt her reservoirs of pussy juice fill and move and flood her vagina. It was such a gorgeous feeling that she humped her loins up, sliding Harold another inch forward, giving her tight cunt a glow of feeling.
"Go easy a minute, Harold," she asked. Then, smiling at Jack, she said: "Go out in the kitchen. There's a bowl of fruit on the table. Pick out a banana and bring it back with you. Hurry!"
Mary was amazed at her cool, at the raunchiness of her thinking, and she bumped Harold suddenly forward so that her open lips mouthed his hard cock. She was laughing with pure delight when Harold began to lean forward and fuck her between her boobs in a business-like way.
"Slow down, Romeo," she said, patting the boy on his thigh. "Give me time at least to get my mouth open. I want to suck you while you're fucking me between my tits. Fuck you two ways-with my boobs and with my mouth. Go ahead, now."
He was fucking into her lips, between her breasts, in a strong, slow rhythm when Jack came back, carrying a large banana.
By this time, Mary's twat was running its clear, thick juice out through her pouting cunt lips, on to the sheets. She pressed Harold's knees so that he stopped his fucking motions.
"Get between my legs, Jack." Mary gasped. "Peel the banana and stick it up me. In my fuck hole, I mean. Feel with your fingers.
OOOOOHHHHHH! You hit it right, Jack, dear! Now, slip me the old banana. Oooohh, that goes in so NICE! Fuck it in and out. WHOOOO-EEEEEE! What a sensation. Jack, you never did any of these things before, did you? Do you know where my clitoris is?"
Amazingly, the tall boy blurted out: "Yeah! My sister showed me!"
It caused even Harold to stop and look around, but Jack said: "What if I didn't tell you before? Anyhow, it only happened today!"
He was working the banana in and out, his eyes following the movements of Mary's loins as her delighted cunt fucked back.
Mary, her heat rising, said in a ragged voice: "Hold me open where my clit is, and kiss me there while you move the banana. Or wait! I forgot this is all new to you. Just stroke me with your finger, very lightly, on my clitty button."
She began to move her body, starting Harold again, and she felt warm fingers fumbling with her cuntal flaps.
She was awaiting the touch of Jack's fingers, afraid they would be too rough for her inflamed bud to bear, when she realized no finger could be as soft, as warm as what was touching her. Also, she felt part of Jack's body on one of her thighs. There could be no doubt-this shy and timid kid was sucking her pussy!
She gave way completely to the delights of the moment, with Harold's prick making her breasts feel marvelous, with the hard peter sliding into her lips and across her tongue at every push, and with the incredible joy that Jack was giving her cunt.
She wanted to scream, wanted to let her orgasm flow out in quivering blasts. But any outcry she made would be interrupted by Harold's peter sliding between her lips, and she didn't want to interfere with that.
"OH, GOD!" she gasped. "HAROLD, DEAR ... SLIDE IT ... INTO MY ... MOUTH!" It was better than nothing. The vocal part of cumming had always been one of Mary's joys. "My little loud-mouthed fucker," Gerald had called her in their days of bliss.
The banana slid in and out, slickly, and Jack seemed to be gaining confidence in his first try at cunt licking. Mary wanted to produce Harold's jism, to match her own orgasm, which was only moments away.
Her softly muscled ass, with its clear, white skin, moved up and down in the same easy rhythm, and at her every down movement, young Jack sucked deeply around her hole, just above the banana, and at every up movement, he licked around her clit.
She felt Harold's moment of truth come with the hardening of the long cock slipping between her lips. Her breasts were glowing with their own sex fire, swollen sensitive, and she was putting a lot of pressure on them to squeeze Harold's prick.
When he started to shoot, the first blast ripped across the roof of her mouth, and she summoned all her strength to hold her head up and keep contact. In the end, she tumbled Harold off on his side, and turned her head so that she go right on sucking.
The usual aphrodisiac effect of the cum juice flooding her mouth burst the orgasmic barrier for her, too, and her lower torso became alive with her enjoyment.
She heard Jack cry, with a laugh: "OH, NO! You've eaten the banana with your pussy!" And his mouth came down hard on her banana flavored split.
They sorted themselves out with great good humor and a total lack of stiffness. Jack now seemed to fit right in, and took as many liberties with Big Mama as Harold did.
"You never saw anything like it," he gulped. "Big Mama, your pussy started to move, and all of a sudden, it just seemed to bite the banana in half!" His young face clouded, "Will it cause you any trouble, having it in there?" he asked anxiously.
Mary still quaked with the marvelous sex explosion that Jack had wrought with the banana and his licking, and heightened by Harold's cum shooting in her mouth.
She was still holding on to his cock by the stem, and she looked around it and smiled at Jack.
"No way!" she answered. "Not as long as I have my little vacuum pump to suck it all out. Right, Harold?" She turned to smile at the boy whose semen she had just enjoyed.
"You better believe it," he responded, "Jack, the nicest thing I know to do with a lady is to suck her pussy. Especially when it's full of jism." He pointed at the other boy's prick. "Look," he said, "you've got a cock so hard that it's about to snap off. Why don't you stick it into Big Mama, and cum, and then I'll suck out everything!"
Jack laughed. "Oh, no, you don't," the freckled kid declared. "I fuck Miss Mary, that much is right. But it's my cum inside her, and I was handling the banana when her pussy ate it. So I get my fair share of banana and jism and sucking and all!"
He was between Mary's splendid thighs in a moment, and then his confidence left him.
"I don't know exactly how it put it in," he said humbly. "I wanted my sister to show me that, but she was scared if she ever got it started in, she couldn't stop. Or couldn't make me stop."
Mary reached for his hard prick with the tenderness of a mother, her warm, soft hand taking it just below the head.
"You're a brave boy, Jack Carter," she said softly, smiling at him. "You never licked a lady's pussy in your life, but you did a marvelous job, licking me into a big cum. Here, just move up toward me a little closer. I'll start it in-you remember that the hole is low down, close to my little shit hole, OOOHHH," she groaned as the head started in. "I'll be stuffed with cock and stuffed with banana, Does it feel all right to you?"
The slender kid wiggled his cock in her as if he were an old cunt-head and answered proudly: "It's nice and tight, Miss Mary-I mean Big Mama. Does it feel all right to you? Am I nice and big in your cunt? Whoo! I think I feel some of that banana curling around the head of my peter!"
Mary's pussy was so tenderized by her recent cum that she could have screamed, but her joy in breaking in another boy, in having changed Jack from a tongue-tied, painfully shy kid into a bold young cocksman, swelled her with pride. Besides, it would be easier to enjoy another orgasm when she was so nerve-raw inside and at her cuntal entrance.
With almost the whole of a large banana broken off in her twat, and with Jack's cock, which was at least as large as Harold's, her belly seemed literally to be stuffed full of goodies. Her pussy, unbidden, took a muscular nip at the boy's peter, and he became highly excited.
"What happened, Big Mama? Your pussy sort of chewed on my cock! Did you do that? OOOOOOHHH, LORDY, THAT'S GOOD!" He fucked into her, slamming against her cervix, and she felt as full as a June bride, filled with fruit and filled with peter.
"MMMMMM!" she moaned. "THAT'S GOOD FUCKING, TOO, JACK! GO NICE AND EASY-OH, GO HARDER! OKKKKK! FUCK ME, JACK! GO ON, BABY, FUCK IT DEEP IN BIG MAMA! OHHHHH, I'M CCCUUUMMMHINNGG!"
All Jack had to do was hold on. The strong, beautifully built woman was flinging her loins up at him, trying to get every last quarter-inch of that delicious cock stabbed into her gripping, quivering twat. The big orgasm was wracking her body with the beautiful pain of deepest pleasure, and she wanted all of it.
And the boy, excited almost to the point of madness at all the beauty of his cherished first fuck, his loins pressed against those of this gracious and lovely woman, felt his nuts contract as they sent his thick, warm semen flooding through the nerve-taut head of his prick, bathing the inner walls of Mary's cunt. Mixing the delicately saline richness of his load with the banana, now smashed into a wet and lovely pulp.
He continued to fuck after his balls were dry, enjoying the idea of his, Jack Carter's cock, pressed by the inner muscles of a grown up lady's cunt. No more driving himself half crazy with fear that he would become a jerk off idiot, or even more than half crazy with desire for every wiggling bottom, every jiggling tit that passed him on the street.
Even after his raw nerves could no longer stand the thrusting, Jack lay with his softening cock bathing in the banana-and-semen combination, happy to smell cunt and the fragrant fruit in the same breath.
When he started to get up, Mary held him and kissed him, marveling that this had all happened so fast.
"Did I tell you how wonderful you were, Jackie?" she asked as she removed her powerful tongue from his mouth, so apt in learning. "Did I tell you how wonderfully you fucked me? Harold won't mind, I'm sure, if I tell you. And listen, as soon as you take your lovely peter out of me, one of you be ready to catch that cum-and-banana jam. Wow, it feels good in me! And I'll bet it's going to be tasty for all of us. Who'll be first? Oh, Jack, you said it was your jism and your banana! Oh, that's funny!"
She drew a deep breath. "Get your mouth on it quickly, Jack!"
She groaned in the pangs of uncoupling as the boy dragged his still hard cock out of her. At her request, he switched so that his cock was at her lips, and she swallowed it blindly, like a trout striking at a fly. He was face down across the woman's graciously rounded belly, and saw the thick, pale mixture of fruit and cock juice oozing out as Mary's cunt closed in a last, despairing grab for the prick it had loved so well.
He heard Harold say: "HOT DAMN! LOOK AT THAT PUSSY, SQUEEZING ALL OUT!" And then he was on it, his mouth over the hole, sucking out the delicious mixture of his own wholesome protein and the aromatic pulp of the banana.
He took all he could get at one suck, and swallowed it slowly, savoring the odd combination of fruit and cum. He drew out another mouthful and felt a toe in his ribs.
"Hey, Mister Pig," Harold grinned. "Save some for me! Who brought you here? Have some respect for a pal!"
Still treasuring his delicious mouthful, his eyes laughing, Jack elbowed his off Miss Mary's belly, leaving his cock in her warmly working mouth.
The woman patted his skinny, muscular rump as he moved, and he thought of her. With her obvious love for this treat, maybe he could share with her. But how to accomplish this?
Slowly, looking for Mary's eyes, pointing to his distended cheeks, he lifted his cock away from her.
She gasped: "Oh, you darling! You're going to give me a part of your delicious treat! Come on, lover boy, let me have it! Just kiss it into me, a little at a time!"
With Jack's tongue pushing, and Mary's lips sucking gently, they divided the banana-and-cunt cocktail. It had a delicate suavity of taste, the thick, slightly saline sperm giving a musky tang to the blandness of the banana. There was some of the rich ripeness from the woman's hotly exercised cunt, and both the lust-driven boy and the partly sated woman loved it.
He could still feel the pressure of her cunt lips on his, the sensation of crisp cunt hair with its impression on his cheeks and chin. He came around to where he could suck one of her gorgeous breasts into his mouth, and felt her quiver and tighten as he gave it all the suction he could.
He tried to imagine how this would be on his sister. She was a hot one, all right, telling him honestly that she was half out of her mind for a hard peter. And she, only this afternoon, had gotten so worked up that she had let him look at her pussy, showing him her clit, explaining how that was the nerve center where a girl's cum-power lay.
J would have sucked her if she'd have let me, he thought. And then his mind skipped a beat. She's never had any, his mind said. She may not enen know about a guy sucking a pussy.
He became excited as he thought of the softness and roundness of his sister's lush young body, the profusion of curly hair on her fat, spongy cunt lips. He sucked harder on Miss Mary's nipple, and she shifted, murmuring: "Go easy, darling; they're very sensitive right after I've cum!"
She was so filled with the overall joys of the moment-Harold still sucking her quivering pussy, making her cum in small quakes as the other boy mauled her breasts, her free hand down Jack's back, digging into the crease between his buttocks.
What would it be like, she wondered, if she drove her finger up a boy's ass while he was popping his nuts in her mouth? Gerald had yearned for that, but some unnatural squeamishness had stopped her. She would rim his asshole with her tongue, in moments of passion in the final year of his life. Why, oh why hadn't she given him that ultimate pleasure?
She was not saddened, though, when Harold moved to her side to share his own ration of banana and cock juice. Jack let her breast fall from his mouth, and moved down to suck and lick at her tired, happy pussy. Only for the joy of it, this time, Mary thought. I feel totally sucked out.
But she enjoyed the exquisite pleasure of his tongue in her channel, probing into her tight fuck hole, delicately touching the super-sensitive area around her clit.
When they stopped, although both boys had hard-ons started, she fed them, big, hearty sandwiches of roast beef and cheese, with mugs of fresh milk. "To make you strong so we can do some more of what we just did," she teased them.
They stayed late, because it was Saturday. And, as Jack said, they ate the sandwiches, and had another "banana pussy" for dessert.
CHAPTER TEN
Faith Carter's full lipped young pussy was just as nice as anyone's, Marianne Hensley insisted.
"Blonde hair on your cunt is beautiful," Marianne said firmly. "Anyone can have plain old brown cunt hair. It's not all that attractive. But blonde hair-that's real pretty."
She shyly reached out and touched the other girl's snatch, directly in the juicy inner lips, which were showing because heat had filled them with blood, pushing back the thick outer lips.
"I almost wish I was a whatchacallem," she said "You know, one of those ladies who love other ladies."
"Lesbians," Faith replied with a shudder of lust. "Oh, yes! Wouldn't that be something, to suck each other? Wow! Very heavy!"
Marianne tasted her finger and giggled. "It tastes exactly like my own," she said. "Boys like to suck women's pussies. So do grown men. Did you know that?"
"Everybody knows that," scoffed the other girl. "The question is, when and where are we going out and find some boys-or men-who will do all those things to us. You talk mightly smart and mighty brave. But I've been begging you for over a year to go out with me and go after some guys. You're chickenshit."
"Hah!" sniffed Marianne. "You're the one who's talking big. I'm the one who went out and got some."
"Oh, kid, you're lying!" shrilled Faith, leaning over to hug her pal. "Miss Proper Pants wouldn't go out and get fucked! Never in a million years! And if you did, you couldn't wait to tell me. I hope you wouldn't, anyhow. I'd tell you!"
Marianne laughed and leaned back on her elbows, so that her short skirt rode up and showed her neat, dark -haired cunt.
"It just happened a couple of days ago," she admitted. "Both in the same day. Or rather, one in the day and one that same night! Oh, Faith, it's just glorious! The boy had a lovely cock, and the man had a-"
She was interrupted by Faith, who threw herself on her chum
"The man!?" she screamed. "What man? What boy? Where did you meet 'em? Where did all this fucking take place?"
Simply because they were such good friends, and because Marianne was dying to tell, she finally broke down and said: "I'll tell you who the boy was. But I won't tell you the man. Okay? Okay, then. The boy was-you'd never guess. The boy was Brock!"
"Your own brother!" gasped Faith. "Wow! That's keen! Brock's real cute. I'll bet he's got a big dick! Where'd you do it?"
"He's got a very nice peter for a kid his age," Marianne admitted. "And we screwed out under the old mulberry trees. On some cushions. Boy, I was so sore, and so tight, his cock felt bigger than-oh-oh!" and she stopped.
"Oh, kid, I don't care that much about knowing who the man, was," Faith said, her young face flushed with eager heat. "Tell me all about you and Brock! Did he do it more than once? Could you cum, the first time? How did it feel?"
"It felt like my pussy was stretched all out of shape," Marianne said, her young cunt quivering as she remembered. "I did it with the man, first, and he got my cherry. Damn it all, I bled like a stuck pig. He hurt me, too, real bad. But you know what?" she asked proudly. "I took all his big dick inside me, and he made me cum about umpteen times. And then, you won't believe this," and she dropped her voice, "with my cunt all bloody and full of his jism, he sucked me out! Whooo! Did that ever feel marvelous! But you wanted to know about me and Brock."
She went on, in the greatest of detail, and Faith could not keep her hands off Marianne's pussy. By the time she was into the part where she got on top of Brock, Faith had two of her slender fingers jammed into Marianne and was finger-fucking as fast and hard as if it were herself. And, by the time that tale was told, both girls had cum a couple of times, both were finger weary, and both were pleased with themselves and each other.
"I'll tell you what I'll do, if you want me to," Marianne said, when Faith had declared she should be getting home-"My folks'll be back from church," she said-"if you want Brock to sort of, well, break you in, I know he'll be glad to. Share with my best friend, that's my motto!"
Faith, whose full breasts looked even larger on such a slender girl, kissed Marianne hungrily, their tongues sliding against each other. "Thank you, kid," the blonde child said. "But you know I've got a brother, too. And he's got problems, just like Brock has." She giggled and thrust her pelvis forward in a fucking motion. "I don't mind telling you, bad as I want to get it, I'd be scared and embarrassed with a stranger. But hell, with my little brother, my first time'll be a breeze!"
She had a gloomy thought about her mother and dad. "It won't be easy for me and Jack to get together," she thought aloud as she pedalled her bike home. "Maybe tonight, after mom and dad are sound asleep. I wish we had trees, like. Marianne."
But she got a break, after all. Jack met her at the door, looking very fresh, and said: "We've got to get our own dinner. Mom and dad took off for Fairfield to see Aunt Gert. You know how they are when they get together-won't be home until after dark, if you ask me. Maybe eight o'clock." He laughed and hugged her. "Maybe you'll give me some lessons in love," he teased her. "You're always telling me why girls don't go for me."
"I said you were crude and rude," Faith laughed. "Maybe I can help you. What do you think we ought to do first?"
Uplifted in his own mind, at least, to grown up status by his sexual adventures the night before, the boy said: "Get naked!" And Faith, her mind's boundaries also enlarged by her talk with Marianne, answered: "Big talk! I dare you!"
There was a seriousness in her bantering tone which struck the boy. He had used this big-tittied sister of his for jerkoff visions as long as he had been able to cum. Now, looking at her breasts, thinking they were larger, even, than usual, he stared at her for a minute and rejoined: "Lock the doors down here, baby, and let's go upstairs. I'll show you who dares do what!"
There was a brief moment, almost one of torture, as the two kids eyed each other, each dying to come off well in this encounter, each gripped by childish fears of breaking a taboo.
It was Faith who said: "Poo! Who's afraid of a little skin?" and reached for her zipper. And in a few moments, buck naked, the two were rolling on the bed in Faith's room together.
"We've got to kiss first, to sort of get started," the girl said, her teeth chattering in eagerness. "Come on, Jackie, kiss me! You know how to kiss a girl, don't you?"
He plunged at her and held her down, squeezing one of her pink-nippled titties until she could have squealed. But he had his mouth plastered on hers, his tongue down her throat, and all she could do was rejoice in the sweet anguish of bruised tit flesh.
I've just got to give it a little suck! Hold still, baby! OOOOOOHHHHHH!"
His hungry mouth struck Faith right in the very heart of her cunt, and it was opened wide enough so that Jack's upper lip was near her clit, his tongue and lower lip at her fuck hole.
Her legs came up in the shock of pleasure, and she wrapped them around her brother's head. He's supposed to do this after he fucks me, she thought, trying to remember Marianne's tale of the sequence. But her pussy responded and she thought: What the hell? Before or after, it's beautiful!
She found herself pumping her slender but rounded young ass up at Jack's sweet face, exactly [the text cut off at this point in the original pocketbook, right in the middle of a sentence.]
In the tussle, her soft, warm hand found his cock, and her reservoirs of cunt juice began to flow in anticipation. And Jack, stirred by the warm pressure of that slender hand, and remembering some of the action that had pleasured Miss Mary, put his own hand down on the crisp, aromatic cunt hair that covered his sister's pink -lined cunt.
His finger slipped into her, and he put in another, driving them into his sister's vagina until she was squirming with high heat.
She got her face away from his and blurted: "Stick it into me now, Jackie! I'm about to cum. Oh, honey, put it in me!"
He spread her legs as he had seen Miss Mary spread hers, and his mouth drooled at the sight of the clean, wholesome young cunt, its inner glories spread between the blonde -haired outer lips.
"Just a sec, sis," he panted. "It looks so good as she had done in practive, when she had masturbated lying on her back, imagining she was being fucked.
She felt warmth race through her, felt her legs go limber for a moment and then all her muscles stiffened, exactly as when she had a self-induced cum. It was like a ball of fire up inside her, around her womb, and as Jack sucked hard on her clit, she gave way completely, letting the big orgasm flow out.
"AAAIIIEEE! AAAIIIEEE!" she screamed, her slender young body thrashing madly on her bed. "OH, JACK, DARLING! YOU MADE ME CUM! OHHHHH! HOLD ME, BABY BROTHER! SUCK HARDER! OH, JACKIE DARLING, YOU'RE SO MARVELOUS!"
When she relaxed, boneless, on the bed Jack kneeled between her legs looking down at her with pride for both of them.
"Gee, sis," he marveled, "you sure can cum. As good as-" and he stopped, blushing. "As good, I'll bet, as any grown woman," he finished.
But Faith was too happy, too thrilled, to notice. Or care.
She held her young arms up to her brother.
"Oh, Jackie, baby, come down here and kiss me!" she cried. "How glorious that was! Better than I thought! Oh, how long and strong I came! Better than ever in my life."
He lay on her naked chest and they tongued in the old hot way of established lovers, nothing held back, nothing feared.
Faith's sweet young face was gleaming with her own pussy juice picked up from Jack's lips, and there were tears in her eyes.
"Oh, Jackie, that tastes so good," she said softly. "My own pussy! It never tasted so sweet on my fingers as it does on your mouth."
She humped her young body up and down joyously, hungrily.
"Come on and stick it in me, Buddy," she whispered. "OH! OH! OH! It'll feel so good to me. I'm still tender from that lovely cum you gave me. How on earth did you learn?"
He waved his shiny red cockhead at her. "I promised not to tell," he teased, "You don't have to go to college to learn. It's a natural thing for people to do."
Faith's throat was suddenly tight. "You mean, Jackie," she faltered, "that you want me to suck you off? Now?" Her face was flushed, her voice eager, her heart pounded. "I'd love it!"
But Jack, beaming, shook his head. "Not now, sis," he said. "This first time, I want to shoot off in your cunt. Fill your hole up with my jism."
Joyfully, the young girl lifted her beautiful legs and said: "Put it in, Jackie! Stick it in your big sister's pussy!"
Very gently, he parted the lips and pushed the red head of his cock at the bottom of this pink trough of Cunt flesh, where he knew the entrance to his sister's body lay. He shoved once, and then again, hard, and he was into her and she was hugging him around his body, laughing and crying.
"Oh, Jack, you're so good to me," she whispered in a choked voice. "And I'm such a little ninny! Why haven't we been doing this before? It's so easy, and so much fun! OOOOOOHHHHHH! FUCK ME, BABY!" She was lunging up at him, and he could feel her tightness skinning his cock so that the head and the pole were getting the full rub of her young cunt.
She stopped suddenly, falling back on the bed, and Jack asked anxiously: "What's the matter, sis? Am I hurting you?"
"No," the girl sobbed. "You ought to be hurting me, because this is the very first time I ever did it. I should be bleeding. I haven't got a maidenhead to give you, Jackie. I'm so ashamed!"
Giggling, he fucked into her in long, powerful strokes.
"You're tight," he said. "So okay, maybe you screwed yourself with a carrot, or something. It's still your first time, you silly! And you're absolutely wonderful!"
She began to fuck in a slow, weaving manner.
"All right, Jackie," she whispered. "If you're sure you don't care. At least, you know you're my very first boy. OHHHHH! IT FEELS SO GOOD!" She fucked hard, then slowed down.
"How does it feel when you come, Buddy?" she asked in a low voice. "Does it feel like a sunset's blowing up in your-well, you don't have a vagina. I guess I mean your peter."
Her brother giggled. "You're going to find what it feels like to you when I shoot my load," he said. "Because in about a minute, that's what's going to happen. Are you going to cum again when I do?"
"OOOOOH, YES!" the girl cried, her arms around his neck, her warm cheek against his. "You feel so good in me. So BIG! And every time you pull it out and push it in, it feels like I'm just about to cum again! I did cum, a little. A minute ago."
She was humping up and down gently, loving the light rub of warm peter on her tender cunt flesh, and he was fucking into her in harder strokes.
When the girl began to breathe harder he drew back his head and saw that her eyes were closed and her face flushed. She's about to cum real big, he thought, and it made him hotter.
With his own fuck fever mounting, he began kissing her, their tongues enwrapped with each other, and slid one hand down into the crack in her ass, where the gooey fuck juice ran out.
He let go her tongue to whisper: "I'm about to shoot it, baby. See if you can cum with me. UUUNNNHHH! UNNNNNHHH!"
The hard breathing in his ear became a whisper: "Fuck me, Buddy!" Then louder, rising to a scream: "FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD! OH, BABY BROTHER, I'M CCUUMMING! OHHH! OHHHHH! OHHHHH!"
He felt his own load start boiling up from his balls, and his sister, for the first time in her life, felt the wet heat of rich boy-seed shoot into her guts, felt it wash all over and around the mouth of her womb.
She had wrapped her lovely legs around Jack's waist, and now she was able to use her strength to drive him deeper into her, her bare heels pressing on his young buttocks, bringing her cunt up to him in a dying gesture of orgasm and love.
When she fell, limp as a rag, she was crying. He kept his still fat cock in her and kissed at her tears.
"Don't cry, sis," he begged. "It was wonderful, wasn't it? Just like I said?"
"Oh, yessss! Yes, my darling brother! I'm crying for joy. And for love!"
She kissed him again and again, on the lips, on his face, on his nose, until he was laughing at her.
"Easy, baby, you're not washing a car," he teased her.
"No," she replied, "but I am getting in practice to lick a dick. A dick all smeared with cum! Come on, baby, don't hold out on me! I want to know what jism tastes like. Give it to me!"
"Okay," he laughed. "But a lot of it's going to spill out of your tight little pussy when I pull out. It'll leave a big wet spot on your bed, won't it? And mom may see it."
"Phooey!" the girl replied emphatically. "If mom sees it, which she won't, I'll just tell her that you and I were studying how to be good husbands and wives, and we got careless."
Without knowing how to do what she was doing, the proud young girl took the sticky cock at its base and started licking up toward its head. Her eyes were merry as she looked up from under her eyelashes at Jack.
"It tastes marvelous," she whispered. "Better than my own, and I sure love that. But listen-when are you going to give me a straight dose of this? When are you going to let me suck you off? Because I'm getting hot all over again!"
Jack watched the sweet faced blonde girl lick his dick, and it gave him a deep, premonitory throb, as if he could raise another hard-on in a couple of minutes. But the idea of a girl, especially his beautiful sister, licking him. And after they had fucked! It was a magical moment for both of them.
He turned his body partly, so he could kiss her on her tenderly rounded stomach, kissing into the bush of dry cunt hair above her slit, getting the gut-deep smell of cock and cunt when they have mingled in love and lust.
He slipped one arm under her thighs and held her as he ran his lips up and down in the hair. Below the top of the slit, the hair had been soaked in their combined fuck juices, and this was drying, making a subtle coating of flavor on each curly hair.
He nibbled in this, gathering it in with his lips, then scraping it with his teeth. It was not quite so wild as the banana and pussy treat he had thrilled to at Miss Mary's last night, but it was delicious.
He felt wetness on his arm and looked to see that his jism was leaking out of his sister's demurely closed twat. It recalled to him, inevitably, what had happened at the voluptuous woman's house, and he choked: "Open your legs, sis, I want to suck out some of that juicy goo! Mmmmmmmmm! Oooooohhh!"
He had gotten a mouthful of his first suck, and he looked at his sister's pretty young face to see if she wanted some, too. And she was looking at him, starry eyed, her full underlip hanging open and a long, crystal thread of her spit drooling from it.
He got to his knees and gathered her into his arms, the two of them falling on the bed in each other's arms.
This was no dribbling of the semen and pussy juice mixture. The kids' mouths flew together and they tongued in a frenzy of heat and love, swallowing the cunt cocktail as fast as they could, thrusting their cum-smeared tongues in and out, licking and sucking.
When they had exhausted that pleasure, Faith rolled on her back and spread her delightful legs again, but Jack said: "No, baby. I've got a better idea. Let me lie down, and you squat down over my face, just like you were taking a piss, and I'll suck it all out of you!"
Faith squealed in hot joy, and spread her cute little butt wide over her brother's open mouth. Above him, he could see the thick, gooey cum oozing out of the pink cunt, and his sister said: "How's if I get on my hands and knees, and rock back until we fit just exactly? That's easier than squatting."
She moved and stretched until, when she bent her hips and knees, her pussy was exactly on Jack's eager mouth. And then she discovered something marvelous.
"Hey, Jackie!" she exclaimed. "My face is right here at your peter. Is it all right if I suck him a little, while you're sucking me? OOOOOOHHH! He's beginning to get big and fierce looking again! OOOOOOHHH!" And she went down on her brother's prick in a tentative way, getting the feel of it.
She turned a flushed and happy face back to Jack, but he was out of sight beneath her ass, and she said in a yearning voice: "Oh, this is better than anything I ever dreamed!"
She rested on her elbows and gently sucked on the red head, holding it between her full lips and tickling it with her tongue.
There were still little echoes of exciting taste in the wrinkles in the foreskin, and she suddenly, flushed with desire, drove her head down on the prick until it hurt her throat.
Her brother, busily engaged in sucking at her sweetly parted cunt, groaned in ecstasy: "Easy there, sis! I could cum right in your mouth in about two shakes! Honest, licking your pussy-man, there's something about it that makes me HOTTTT!"
As an answer, Faith began sucking harder and faster, licking the head with her tongue as she pulled back up, caressing it with her throat muscles as she went back down.
And Jack, giving up, sucked as hard as he could on Faith's softly flowing pussy, swallowing her thick, sweet cream as she bobbed her ass faster and faster.
Something had to give, and it did. Jack's sudden burst of jism did not catch Faith by surprise. She had felt his cock grow larger and harder before he came in her cunt. Now, as she felt the same phenomenon, she pulled back until only the head was in her mouth and let the searing jets strike deep in her throat, filling her mouth, covering her taste buds. And it was the final effect she needed.
"MMMMMMMMM! MMMMMMMMM!" she spluttered, Jack's stud juice leaking from the corners of her mouth, She tried to scream: "I'm cumming!" but her mouth was too full of prick, and she held Jack with one slender hand while she sucked the final drops of his richly protein seed from him.
She rolled away from her brother at last, and bent to kiss him on his cunt-gravied lips. "Jackie! Oh, Jackie!" she moaned. You were so sweet! Your cock's so marvelous!"
And then she sat up, real concern on her face.
"Can you do it twice without hurting your health?" she asked. "I know for a fact that girls don't lose anything when they cum. But I know-from the taste in my mouth," and she giggled, "that boys do. Will it hurt you, honey?"
"Nah!" her brother replied. "Let's go eat, and I can do it a couple more times. Honest! The more I fuck, the more I feel like fucking."
The girl sat up, feeling her boobs. "Golly," she whispered, "they sure look bigger! And look at my nipples! Twice as big. And hard, too! Will you suck 'em a long time before we do it again, Jackie, darling?"
Jackie reached and squeezed one of the lovely big boobs.
"I'll suck you all over, sis," he said. "That's a promise!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
One of the nice things about living alone is that it gives you a privacy over which you have almost complete control.
Mary Eaton, on this Sunday afternoon, had eaten well, done a bit of housecleaning, and settled herself before her TV when she was positive she heard a scratching on her bedroom window. It did not alarm her. Her recent and adventurous life had taught her to expect pleasant happenings, and she was not displeased when she found it was Jason Halverson.
There was a high hedge on that side of her house, so the principal was hidden from sight. Mary, understanding, laughed and said: "Okay, Jason, you can come in the side door. But why?"
She let him in and the tall man, no longer so ill at ease, kissed her, then kissed her again, slipping his tongue into her mouth, and gave one of her big, warm breasts a heart squeeze.
"Sorry about the cloak and dagger business, Miss Mary," he said, trying to be offhand. "But it might look funny to your neighbors, seeing me come into your home."
He continued to hang on to her, kneading her breasts, slipping one arm down behind her, so he could get a handful of her gorgeous ass.
It began to kindle a bit of heat in Mary, because she had loved his cock during that passage in his office, but some devil of perverseness caused her to pull away.
"What's the matter with you?" the man asked angrily. "You were ready enough the other day. Aren't you forgetting something? After all, I am your boss-if you don't play ball with me, you can always be fired."
Mary laughed.
"I've done some thinking since that day, Jason," she said tartly. "And you've just gone too far. The only power you have over me is what I choose to give you. Because I loved your cock that day-really, I did. But you can't threaten me. You see, if you fire me, all the people who know I've done a good job will want to know why. And you know what I'll tell them? Simply that you tried to fuck me, and I sent you packing. Then who do you think will be out of a job? You will, and you know it. Because everyone likes me, and nobody likes you too much." She stopped, her face flushed after her long speech, and in that second, Mary's doorbell rang.
Halverson at once became both panicky and penitent. "Mary, help me," he begged. "I can t let anyone find me here! I'm truly sorry-I don't know the right things to say. But help me, please! What can we do?"
Mary reached up and kissed the tall principal on his cheek.
"That's better, Jason," she murmured. "Here, hide in this closet. It's comfortable there, and I'll get rid of my caller as soon as I can." And she pushed him into the same closet as she had Harold.
She was delighted to see Brock on her porch, and let him in with a glad greeting, which included kisses and feels. His cock was nearly hard, and she stroked it through the fabric of his slacks, laughing as he rubbed her twat from the outside.
"I don't need to ask why you're here, do I, Brocky?" she asked him gaily. "I've missed you and that big peter of yours."
With mischief in her heart, she let the stocky boy into her bedroom, and said in matter-of-fact tones: "If you'll get those clothes off, I'll see if I can't do something about that big, fat cock of yours."
She thought she heard a gasp from the closet, and laughed delightedly as Brock answered: "Here it is, Big Mama. Do you want to suck it a little before we fuck?"
His prick really was beautiful, Mary thought as he shoved his shorts and slacks down. Not quite as long as Harold's, maybe, but certainly thicker, and her cunt writhed as she took it in her warm, smooth hand, frigging the thick skin back and forth.
"Good Lord," she whispered, "I almost forgot what a great peter you have, Brock! What have you been doing with it?"
"Nothing that any other guy wouldn't do, Big Mama," the kid replied jauntily. "What are you going to do with it?"
She had her clothes off by now, standing in all her well stacked nudity, and she dropped to her knees, holding his tool and looking up at him.
"First," she said, "I'm going to suck it just a little, to get some of that delicious taste, and then you're going to stick it in me, and fuck me real hard. How's that sound?"
It gave her such pleasure, thinking of the man hidden in her closet, that she had to laugh as she opened her mouth wide to take in the big organ. There was a deliciously rank taste on it, the suggestion of cunt, and she had a moment to wonder whose it was, and to marvel at the boy's quick entry into sex. Like mine, she thought. Just as quick, and I hope just as good.
Brock held his hands on her head, pushing her back and pulling her on to it, and one of her hands came up to fondle his balls. When she felt his prick harden and throb, she got up, hugged the boy and kissed him deeply.
"Now you can suck on me a minute or so, darling," she announced. "I'm already as hot as a mink, but I love the feel of your tongue in my pussy. And we can cum quick and it'll be just as much fun as if we fucked for a half hour."
"Oh, wow! You took the words out of my mouth. About sucking your pussy, I mean. Oh, how I love that taste!"
She raised her knees all the way back until they pressed on her titties, opening her cunt as wide as it would go, pointing straight up for Brock's easy eating.
"MMMMMMMMM!" he moaned. "So beautiful! So sweet to eat!"
Mary let out a gasping scream as his mouth pressed warmly against her open and juicy inner lips and hole, the heart of her cunt. "OHHHHHHHH! BEAUTIFUL, BABY! BEAUTIFUL! OHHHHH! OHHHHH! THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT, BROCKY! SUCK ME GOOD, BABY!"
She had overestimated her control-the thought of Brock fucking her, with the principal looking on, and the taste and feel of his lovely cock in her mouth, had honed her cum nerves to too high a pitch. As the boy sucked, moving up to her raw clit, her orgasm flamed in her belly like a fire gone out of control, and she beat her hands and ass on the bed as her body shook with the power of her cumming.
When she ceased thrashing and Brock had at last let go his grip on her thighs, she said: "WHEW! That was an unexpected dividend. Baby, you sure brought me fast! You've not only got a great prick, you've got a talented tongue. Stick it in me whenever you're ready, but go easy-my pussy will be extra tender after such a nice cum. But kiss me, first. I want that good old cunty taste on your lips!"
She almost fired another load of fuck power when the boy started his thick organ sliding into her slippery channel. The size of it, dragging against the inflamed membranes, the taste of her own pussy on her lips, combined to raise her heat to the boiling point.
"Mmmmmm!" she exclaimed. "Ohhh, Brock, that feels so good! I'm a lucky woman to have such nice boys as you and Harold to fuck me! OOOOOOHHH! SLIDE IT IN!" She was moving her beautiful body on the bed, coming up to meet Brock's downthrusts, slamming her cunt down as he backed it out, giving both of them the wonderful pressure of his cock on her upper and lower entry muscles.
"Just keep fucking me that way, darling," she breathed. "It's the nicest feeling in the world to have a big, hot cock ploughing into your cunt! OOOOOOHHH! SO GOOOOODDD! OH, BROCKY! YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM! OHHHHH! OHHHHHHHH! HOW SWEET! HOW GOOD! AAARRGGHH! I'M CUMMING! I'M CCUUMMING!"
She felt the broad-shouldered boy's thick organ swell as he started his own load up his tubes, his big balls shooting the heavy load with all their force.
He felt the active, continuing squeeze of her educated cunt as the blasts tore out through his sensitive cockhead, her tightness making it seem all the better as he groaned: "OH, BIG MAMA! THAT'S SOOOOO NIIIIIICE! FUCK ME, BIG MAMA! GET IT ALL OUT OF ME! OHHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHH! MY COCK! YOUR CUNT! SO GOOOOODDD!"
They were both sweating profusely on this warm Sunday afternoon when they finished, and young Hensley rolled off to lie on his back by Miss Mary's beautifully nude body. She moved her head and said: "Oh, Brocky, that just about wore me out. Can you swing around by my head, so I can suck that delicious stuff off your cock? MMMMMMMMM! How delightful it all is! The talk, the sucking, the fucking. And after that, me cleaning you up!"
She took another tender suck at his fuck-smeared prick, and he shivered at the intimate feelings she gave him. But his voice was sad. "Big Mama," he said slowly, "I just got away for a few minutes-told my folks I was going to stop and see a guy. Now, I'm going to have to hustle. You won't be mad at me for not sucking you out, will you?"
He kissed her on her cum-flavored lips and patted one of her big, heavy breasts, pinching the dark brown nipple.
"Bless you, child, go on home," Mary answered. "I'm not all that easily miffed. I wish you could suck it out, because you do such a marvelous job, you and Harold both. But it's all right, believe me. Kiss me. Then get your duds on and beat it."
When the front door slammed, Jason came out of the closet. He had a marvelous hard-on, and he had undressed.
"You put me in my place, Miss Mary," he said, but he was smiling, and he sat by her on the bed and ran two fingers into her relaxed and cum-dripping cunt. "You made me one of the boys, which is fine with me. I'm sorry I acted so stuffy. I did suspect you of having, uh, a sexual affair with those two kids. And big Joe Mason, too. But I don't care. I want to be one of the boys!"
He moved and lay down with his face on her belly, his fingers still stroking gently in her sweetly slimed cunt.
"If 'Brocky' had to leave, and I'm going to be one of your guys, why don't you let me suck his jism out of you?" he asked humbly. "Maybe I can do as good a job as he and Harold."
"And Joe," Miss Mary smiled, her fingers running through the principal's thinning hair. "You were right about him, too, Jason." She sighed. "Do you suppose many other people suspect such a thing?" she asked. "I'd hate to have the world know it."
The man kissed her on her white belly, where blue veins made a delicate road map pointing to her pussy. "No one would notice except someone like me," he said firmly. "I've wanted to fuck you for so long, it sharpened all my senses."
"Well, my dear," Miss Mary said, softly humping her gorgeous ass up and down, "sharpen them more by sucking my pussy!"
He rolled between the beautiful thighs, careful not to rub his throbbing cock on the bed, for fear he would shoot his load, and planted his wide, thick lipped mouth all across the broad, greasy expanse of Miss Mary's open cunt. He got up and swallowed the first leaking drops of Brock's cum, then rasped his broad tongue up and down the valley of reddened cunt flesh. His next suck was right on target, covering Mary's cunt hole, and it brought him a mouthful of male and female cum juices.
It was a sensation of exquisite intensity to the hot woman. Every nerve in her fuck system had been involved in the short but blasting passage with the fourteen year old Brock.
Now, made ecstatically tender by the forces of orgasm, and warmed by her new feeling of friendly equality with the principal, those same nerves now writhed in marvelous pleasure, making the woman feel alive and fuck happy from head to toe.
She pressed her hand lightly on Jason's head, although he seemed to need neither guidance nor encouragement. As he had said, he was doing as fine a job of cunt-sucking as any of the boys.
When he had it all sucked out, he raised himself, his rather bony face reddened by burrowing into her cunt, and Mary thought he had never looked sweeter or more human. She held out her strong, beautiful arms to him.
"Kiss me, dear," she said softly. "Let me have some of that wonderful stuff you just sucked out of me!"
She loved the pressure of his strong body as he lay on her tender breasts, weighty with freshly pumped blood from all this wonderful dive into sex, "Mmmmmmmmm!" she moaned, after the long, lubricious kiss was over. "So sweet! So Nutritious! Jason, it's all pure protein, semen is, did you know that? I wish I could sneak some into the school luncheon program!"
He laughed, then showed her his cock, trembling with need.
"Here's enough for next week's lunches," he said, but his voice was choked, and Mary recognized his need.
"Put it in, now, Jason darling," she whispered. "I'm glad you're one of the boys. We can have so much fun. In your office, in the stockroom on a pile of flour sacks."
He had his cock started in, and the woman groaned in ecstasy.
"Oh, my God, you're big!" she whispered. "Go in easy! Oh, that's so thick. And so long! OOOOOOHHH! FUCK SLOW! That's it, until we get a rhythm going, and I get used to having such a huge roll of meat inside my poor pussy!"
"I don't see how you can be so tight," Jason groaned. "You were married, you say you've been fucking Harold and Brock and Joe. You're marvelous, Miss Mary. I never thought I could say it to any woman, but I believe I love you!"
He thrust deeply into her, slamming against her womb, churning in her guts. He fucked in and out slowly, feeling the tightness of her cuntal muscles skinning the head of his cock.
Mary was working her ass gently, from side to side, getting the most delicate sense of rubbing on the sides of her inner cunt, letting Jason take care of the deep penetration as he poked his long, heavy cock into her.
It was a beautiful feeling, and it was making her pussy give up all its rich treasure of vaginal juices as her heat rose. She could feel her thick, clear juice pump out with each of Jason's drives into her, feel it go its tickling way down from her cunt into the region of her asshole.
It made her swing her hips wider, made her lift them even higher against the principal's lusty prods, and it brought every cuntal nerve back to the keen edge of near-orgasm.
When she was sure that cumming was inevitable for both of them, she began to pump her ass harder and harder, groaning: "GO, JASON, GO! FUCK ME, LOVER BOY! OH, JASON, MAKE ME CUM! LET ME HAVE YOUR JISM, DARLING! OOOOOOHHH! OOOHHHHHH! HERE I CUM, LOVER! OH, HOLD ME, JASON! FUCK ME! I'M CCUUMMING!"
He felt the dam of his own fuck juices break, felt the exquisite torture as his overload of semen boiled through his throbbing cock. He was driving hard, glancing off Mary's tender womb, gouging into where her guts adjoined her vagina.
It was a beautiful moment for both of them, and Jason was groaning to match Mary's screams as their two big loads joined in a monumental pleasure of cock and cunt.
After they had done it all, after Jason had suctioned his own jism out of the lovely woman's relaxed pussy, and she had had her fill of licking and sucking and making over his dick, they went into the kitchen and ate with enormous appetites.
"Isn't it nice," Mary said, her big, heavy breasts lolling on the kitchen table, "the way things work out? If I had let you bully me into fucking you on a regular basis, it wouldn't be any fun to me. And truly Jason, you have a lovely, lovely cock. So now we can do it, and both enjoy it a lot more than if I were being coerced."
Jason reached over and put gentle pressure on one of her magnificent boobs.
"Yes, darling," he replied, "thanks to you, I feel I'm a wiser and nicer man."
"But the best part is," Mary said, "as soon as we finish eating, we're going back to the bedroom and do it all over."
"Good God!" exclaimed the principal. "You're going to make me even wiser and nicer!"
CHAPTER TWELVE
It was Halverson who, in a way, made the next day complete.
Mondays are always difficult for anyone who deals with loud mouthed children all day long, but Halverson, apparently determined to get his lunch with the mob, quieted things down by his very presence in the line.
Since the girl who had the flu still had it, Mary was once more on the serving line. When the principal came by pushing a tray, Mary, smiling, asked: "What would you like to eat today, Mister Halverson?" And the usually discreet administrator said, with a small wink, "Nothing you have on the counter, Miss Mary, But you could serve it to me on a pile of flour sacks, later."
One of the other women tittered, but neither Mary nor the principal cared. Harold and Brock came through the line and got their lunches, and so did Joe.
It made Mary's pussy crawl with itching delight to see them all, the four of them, and know that, between them, they represented almost unlimited peter for her.
But she really appreciated it most when she got home, and found Joe as she had the last three or four times, lying in her bed, totally naked.
"You're a naughty boy, Joe," she chided him gaily as she peeled off her own clothes and climbed in bed with him.
His cock was half hard already, and she lay with her cheek on Joe's hairy thigh, holding the big, warm piece of meat gently in her mouth, nibbling softly at the head, pushing the foreskin back with her teeth.
"What would you do," she asked, "if you came in like this and found a certain important personage in here, dressed exactly like you're dressed right now?"
Joe groaned and dramatically struck himself on the forehead with the heel of his palm. "You mean you've got him, too?" the big fellow asked. "Old Sourball? What happened? I saw he had his eye on you, the other day."
Mary took Joe's dandy prick out of her mouth and smiled.
"He's not a sourball. He can be very nice," she said demurely. "You just have to let him know he's not the boss. Certainly not in bed. That's where we all become equal."
Joe hugged her and mashed one of her big, weighty breasts.
"It's nice for him to know that," he laughed.
Now you've got four-Harold, Brock, me, and now Jason."
He sucked at her drooling pussy for a few moments, then dipped his big, hard cock into her flowing fuck hole.
They fucked slowly and rhythmically, enjoying the pleasure of tender peter on tender cunt flesh.
"You're the best I ever had, Miss Mary," Joe whispered. "Tight, hot, a pussy full of muscles, the greatest titties in the entire state."
He bent his neck and she pushed one of her long, full tits up so he could suck in the big nipple.
"Twice as good as ice cream," he whispered, licking his lips to enjoy the woman-sweat that Mary had brought home.
"You broke out all of a sudden," Joe remarked as he again lay with his cheeks against her head, his powerful loins rising and falling as he ploughed his enormous dick into the woman.
"How smart of you to guess, Joseph," the woman said. "For all you know, I could have been screwing Harold and Brock for six months."
He jammed his prick deep into her, wrenching a grunt from her lips as his hard dong struck her cervix and glanced off to stretch the closed end of her fuck tube.
He fucked slowly and expertly for a while, bringing tremors of an approaching cum to the lovely woman's cuntal nerves.
"You looked different, all at once, last week," the big young man answered. "That's where I was really smart, to read that right. Whew! Suppose I'd been wrong that day? Lying naked and unannounced in a virtuous lady's bed."
"Thank God, it wasn't that way, Jody," the dietician said. "I'd hate to be all that virtuous."
She humped up at him, squeezing his cock with her amazing vaginal muscles.
"I'm going to have to cum in a minute or two," Mary declared. "Do you want to cum with me? Or wait and do it again?"
Joe groaned. "I've been busting my nuts, trying to hold it back," he announced. "WOW! What a pussy! So tight, so sweet, so hot! Like a hot fudge sundae, only better, because it's hot all the way through!"
He suddenly yelled: "I CAN'T STAND IT! WOW! I HAVE TO CUM!" And he was hammering his cock into the ready cunt like a jackhammer, filling the woman's belly with a writhing, twisting sense of her own orgasm, washing against her womb with the hot slickness of seed from his big balls.
She was fucking up at him as hard as he was fucking down, and her voice rose in a shrill cry of triumph: "ME, TOO, JOEY! I'M CUMING, TOO! OH, GOD, DEAREST, FUCK ME HARD! HARD! HARD! OH, GOD, DARLING JOE, YOU'RE MAKING IT SHOOT ALL OVER ME! OH, MY GOD, YOUR WONDERFUL COCK! GIVE IT TO ME, BABY!"
She was more than ever interested in sucking and licking Joe's prick. "Just making it all nice and clean," she laughed. "So it won't be getting your underwear damp."
But there was a tinge of sadness in the widow's heart, too, because she knew that, before too long, the big, carefree, peter-slinging young man would be off to college again. And not even Halverson was quite like Joe. And Harold and Brock, well, they were sweet, of course, but still, just kids.
After another half hour of play, Joe got up and said: "Well, I wish the lawn weren't already mowed, so I could stick around and maybe get it up again but I've got some business to take care of over at the school. If I see Halverson, what shall I tell him?"
Mary laughed. "It would be safe just to tell him hello," she answered. "Don't worry, Joe. He knows all about me. That's how I shot him down when he got bossy-told him the truth and laughed at him. He couldn't have fired me. Now, he wouldn't if he could."
She went with Joe to the front door when he left. She was still bare in all her beauty, and he sucked again on one of her titties as he started to go.
They both saw a flash of white shirt as someone tall and slender ducked behind the hedge.
"Who's that?" Joe asked. "Too tall for Brock. Not wide enough for young Hensley."
Mary smiled. She had forgotten Jack. "We were counting to four, Joey," she said tenderly. "I forgot. There are five of you, now. Good-bye, Joey darling."
After Joe had gone, Mary closed the front door and went to her bedroom's bay window, the nearest one to the hedge.
"Jack!" she called. "Jack, darling! Come in, my dear. It's quite all right. Joe's gone. Come on in."
Somewhat sheepish looking, the tall, good looking young kid came around to the front, where Mary let him in.
"Cheer up, Jack," she said kindly. "And let's get those hot, binding clothes off. This is the best kind of day to go naked. You and me!"
The young boy's face cleared. "Joe won't be coming back?" he asked. He looked at Mary's elegant body, her gorgeous titties, and whistled. "If it was me," he said positively, "I'd be back. Maybe I wouldn't even go."
Mary bent to help Jack off with his shorts and Levi's. Her cheek touched his cock, which was already half stiff.
Afore of my luck, she thought. A good one.
She had never felt so great. This kid, younger even than Brock and Harold, was somehow sweeter to her. She could see him among kids his own age, and thought: Maybe lean teach him what he needs to know, sex-wise. How it make it easy with thirteen year old girls. What a killer he could be!
He got into bed, and she began to jack the thick, smooth foreskin all the way back on his swelling prick, so that the little cord pulled the red head down near the "eye" of it. It was a delightful pastime. Soon it would be hard, hard, hard. And he would stick it in her, and they would fuck.
What would she teach him this afternoon? To stick his finger up her ass when he and she were about to cum? God, what a feeling it would be. For them both. He already had a rare talent for licking a pussy. No need to teach him that.
"You're awful quiet, Miss Mary," the kid said to her with a shy smile. "Did I come at a bad time? Were you busy?"
She hugged him suddenly. "Very busy, thinking about you," she said gaily. "Not many boys like you around, Jack." His cock was now completely hard, hard and throbbing.
Miss Mary lay on her side. "Get behind me, dear," she said, "and stick it into me from the rear. No, no! Not in my rear!" she laughed. "Let me have it. I'll guide it in. OOOOOOHHH! That feels so good! Now give me your hand. Squeeze my titty. When you get tired of that, reach farther and squeeze the other!"
It felt longer, this way, Mary thought. And thicker. And then she remembered-he did have a cock as long as Harold's, as thick as Brock's. OOOOOOHHH! It felt good, going in so deep. Smacking her cervix like a big, grown man.
"Fuck me, darling," she whispered. "Oh, Jack, you're so marvelous! It feels so good!"
She remembered her sadness at the thought of Joe leaving when the new semester came around. Her heart leaped. This young kid was within a hair of having a cock as big as Joe's. Give him six months, and a lot of fucking and sucking, and he might be bigger!
It felt so big, coming in from behind. It really stirred her guts up.
"Number Five's a winner," she murmured, and Jack answered: "What? What'd you say, Miss Mary?"
The woman laughed, gut deep.
"I said you don't fuck like a beginner, darling," she lied.
She thought of her boys and was glad. They were good boys, and were going to get better. Even Halverson.
